#so yeah. as you can see the prisoners have been. uh. not doing so well

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[𝚙𝚛𝚎-𝚝𝟸 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 #𝟶𝟷] 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜

IT'S HERE LET'S GOOOOO okay i'm slowly starting to post more t2 stuff, so uh. i hope you guys are ready for this because i'm not

also i drew this in like half an hour i kinda wanted it to look messy

(warnings: mentions of physical assault/violence and attempted suicide, also Jackalope might be a bit OOC)

[ The door opens ]

*sounds of footsteps*

Eiji: Guard 002, did you call me?

Eiji: Did you need something?

Eiji: ...

Eiji: "Huh. No response."

Eiji: Guard 002, are you here?

Eiji: Miki, are you here?..

Eiji: "Where did that girl go.."

???: Ah, finally, here you are.

Eiji: !

Eiji: "What was that?.."

Eiji: Is there anybody here? You better show yourself right now or I-

???: Now, now, calm down. I know that you're one of the scariest guards we've had, but at least try to act a bit more chill this time.

Eiji: .. "We"?

Eiji: W-wait, who am I even talking to?

Eiji: Am I.. talking to the person who created this place?

???: .. Did you not notice me yet?

???: I'm literally right in front of you.

Eiji: What are you talking about? I can't see anyone here-

Eiji: H-huh?..

Jackalope: Hello there, "Guard 001".

Eiji: ...

Jackalope: Now, I know that you're the strict and responsible type, so I hope we will have a proper conversation-

[ Eiji throws something at Jackalope ]

Jackalope: .. Seriously?

Jackalope: You know what, maybe I should've chosen the girl. I'm sure she would be much easier and nicer to talk to.

Jackalope: Wait, are you-

[ Eiji throws something at him again ]

Jackalope: .. Yeah, Guard 002 would be the better option.

Eiji: *breathing heavily* Why.. are you still.. talking?..

Eiji: .. I'm not going insane, right? I'm completely normal, I'm a completely sane person..

Jackalope: *laughs*

Eiji: T-this thing can laugh too??

Jackalope: Eiji, you're one of the least sane people I've ever met.

Eiji: YOU KNOW MY NAME??

Eiji: I..

Eiji: Maybe I should just leave. Maybe I should just leave this room.

Eiji: These last days have been.. not so easy, all this stress is getting to me.

Eiji: It's not like I hate being the guard of this prison, it's just.. It can be very hard sometimes.

Jackalope: Yeah, you actually enjoy being a guard a lot.

Eiji: YOU'RE STILL HERE??

Jackalope: *sighs* Calm down already, will you?

Jackalope: And stop throwing stuff at me, okay? You have a lot of energy for someone with a body as weak as yours.

Eiji: ...

Eiji: .. What did you say?

Jackalope: I know a lot about you, Eiji. And about your partner too.

Jackalope: I've been watching you two all this time.

Eiji: .. H-how?

Eiji: No, like, how can you..

Eiji: How can you even talk?

Eiji: Wait, is that a guard uniform?

Eiji: Does that mean that you're also-

Jackalope: Now, I understand that you have a lot of questions and you will get answers to them eventually..

Jackalope: Probably.

Jackalope: But listen, appearing like this wasn't really a part of my plan either. I have a reason to come and talk to you in person like this.

Jackalope: If it wasn't for one small thing, I would just continue to study you two, it's so entertaining to watch you and Guard 002, haha..

Jackalope: Ahem. But anyway, we do have something important to talk about. You might want to sit down for this one.

Eiji: ...

[Eiji sits down]

Jackalope: Perfect.

Jackalope: Now, Eiji, so you understand how Milgram works, right?

Eiji: O-of course I do.

Eiji: We interrogate the prisoners, we extract their videos, we watch them.. and then we judge them.

Eiji: That's.. all we have to do.

Jackalope: Haha, really? Is that all?

Jackalope: I'm sure you understand that the guards have to do much, much more than that.

Eiji: I mean..

Eiji: It's not like I want to do it, but I have to cook for them and also, um..

Jackalope: Eiji, you know I mean something else.

Jackalope: You know, like making sure the prisoners don't die before their final verdict.

Eiji: !

Jackalope: Oh well, if they die, I guess it cannot be helped-

Eiji: .. W-what do you mean by that?

Eiji: How.. how much do you actually know?

Jackalope: Well, I know everything about those recent incidents.

Jackalope: One of the prisoners has tried to injure the two other prisoners, who are also some of the most vulnerable ones here.

Jackalope: One prisoner is now trying to do literally anything to make others pay attention to him, which doesn't always end well.

Jackalope: And there also was a prisoner who tried to kill himself-

Eiji: ENOUGH!

Eiji: I.. Now I understand.

Eiji: You really do know everything.

Jackalope: Haha, of course I do. Now, I'll just get straight to the point.

Jackalope: Eiji, you remember how the trial system works, right?

Eiji: Me and Guard 002 have to discuss everyone's crimes and we have to make a decision about their verdict.

Jackalope: And would you say it's hard to make those decisions?

Eiji: .. Why don't you tell me that yourself if you've been watching us all this time?

Jackalope: Wow, look at you, acting so brave already!

Jackalope: I thought you had more respect for this place.

Eiji: .. Sorry.

Eiji: It is.. hard. Me and Guard 002 have completely different opinions and values, she thinks we should forgive all the prisoners and their crimes don't matter, meanwhile I think they all deserve to die for their sins.

Eiji: So.. we often end up arguing because of that.

Jackalope: Can you say that the first trial has been stressful for you?

Eiji: .. Well, it's only the first trial, so it's natural that we're only getting used to this-

Jackalope: It takes a lot of time to come to the same conclusion, doesn't it?

Jackalope: You want to punish all the prisoners here, meanwhile Guard 002 wants to forgive them. You two couldn't be any more different than this.

Eiji: .. Yes, I don't agree with her opinion most of the time, but I still think she deserves to be a guard. She has a reason to forgive them and when she explains it, she's able to convince even someone like me that these murderers deserve a second chance.

Jackalope: Judging by the results of the first trial, one might say that she's too good at it.

Eiji: .. Of course, you know about that too, don't you?

Jackalope: I have to say, these results have.. surprised me a bit.

Jackalope: All of these people are murderers and some of them committed the worst and scariest crimes you can ever imagine, but..

Jackalope: Most of them have been voted innocent. Actually, all but three of them were forgiven.

Jackalope: I guess Guard 002 really is good at her job, isn't she?

Eiji: Are you.. disappointed?

Eiji: I promise I will be more strict with them this time. I won't hold back. I will make sure everyone gets the punishment that they deserve-

Jackalope: I'm not here to tell you what's good and what's bad to do.

Jackalope: You can judge them in any way you want, I couldn't care less. You can vote all of them innocent or you can vote all of them guilty if you want. You don't even have to judge them based on your morals or whatever. Or you can vote them based on that, if you want.

Jackalope: Also, who am I to tell you to stop agreeing with a pretty girl all the time?

Jackalope: But again, you two are completely different people which makes this whole voting process a unique and interesting experience, but also..

Jackalope: Would you say that this voting system is flawed?

Eiji: ...

Eiji: N-no, of course not..

Jackalope: You deserve to be praised for being so loyal to this place, haha.

Jackalope: And yes, I think making two guards judge a prisoner can actually be better than just making one person choose.

Jackalope: What if that person is a coward who's too afraid of making any decisions? What if that person doesn't want to take that responsibilty? What if they just refuse to vote?

Eiji: Actually.. what happens if you refuse to vote?

Jackalope: Anyway, I'm sure you two have thought at least once about just.. not agreeing with each other and not wanting to change your mind.

Eiji: .. I guess so, yes.

Jackalope: So, Eiji, can you tell me what happens when two people can't come to the same conclusion at all and they just can't make a decision?

Eiji: Wait, but what if we just.. vote the way that we want to vote? What if Guard 002 votes someone innocent, while I vote that person guilty? What happens next?

Jackalope: *sighs*

Jackalope: Can you not answer my question with another question?

Eiji: Oh, sorry.

Eiji: I guess.. They try to find a compromise in some way?

Jackalope: But what if they can't do that? I don't think you can do something like that so easily when you have to decide whether you want to forgive or punish a murderer.

Eiji: I..

Eiji: Well, I don't know. That will probably end with a fight.

Jackalope: Hm, so your mind immediately jumped to that, huh..

Jackalope: Is it because you're used to solving problems that way?

Eiji: Um..

Jackalope: Well, I don't care about your backstory, so let me just answer the question myself.

Jackalope: When two people can't make a decision and almost end up arguing because of that..

Jackalope: They might want to ask someone for a third opinion.

Eiji: ...

Eiji: Huh?

Jackalope: You know, maybe they will just ask their friend to help them out or maybe they will ask a random person what they would do in their situation.

Jackalope: Maybe that person will have a completely different opinion, but they can still be able to guide those two and give them some advice.

Jackalope: Or, well, at least they can just be there to make sure there won't be something like a 50/50 result.

Jackalope: .. Hey, are you okay? You seem kinda pale.

Eiji: .. What does that mean?

Eiji: What do you mean by "a third opinion"?

Jackalope: Well, it's not something that you have to worry about, it's not gonna change the voting process in any way.

Jackalope: Maybe we won't even have to do that-

Eiji: Third opinion.. Asking someone to "help us out"..

Eiji: Making sure there won't be a 50/50 result..

Eiji: Hey..

Eiji: Does that mean there's a third guard hiding somewhere?

Jackalope: Hey, relax, I've already told you that it most likely won't come to that.

Eiji: BUT IT MEANS YOU'RE ALREADY PLANNING TO DO THAT, RIGHT?

Eiji: .. D-does that mean there's someone else in this prison and we don't know about it?

Eiji: Are they aware of what's going on? Or maybe they're "asleep"?

Eiji: .. Wait a second.

Eiji: Me and Guard 002..

Eiji: We both are related to other prisoners.

Eiji: Me and Prisoner 005 are brothers and Guard 002 is most likely related to Prisoner 007.

Eiji: And I don't think this is a coincidence, so..

Jackalope: Wow, you really are smart.

Eiji: .. Does that mean you're hiding someone's family member here? If it has to be someone's sibling..

Eiji: Wait.. I remember. Prisoner 002 has an older brother, Prisoner 004 has an older brother and a younger sister, Prisoner 006 has a younger brother, Prisoner 009 has an older brother and two younger sisters and Prisoner 010 has a younger brother.

Eiji: If you're hiding someone's sibling, it has to be-

Jackalope: Eiji. Does this mean that you don't want to do all of this anymore?

Jackalope: Does this mean you don't want to be a guard anymore?

Jackalope: Do you really want to let Guard 002 forgive your brother like that?

Eiji: ...

Jackalope: Listen, I also wasn't a fan of this whole concept of "choosing the prisoners' siblings as the guards". Doesn't that sound like a cheap plot twist? What, is this some kind of drama?

Jackalope: But eh, I went along with it.

Eiji: .. I'm sorry.

Eiji: I'm sorry, I really do have a lot of respect for this place and if I could, I would stay here so that I can judge even more prisoners.

Eiji: It's just..

Eiji: Making two people with completely different opinions judge someone, choosing people who are related to the prisoners to be the guards, saying that if we can't make a decision, there will be a third person to help us so that the prisoners can be properly judged..

Eiji: .. All of this doesn't sound like a normal trial.

Eiji: It's like.. a game. It's like someone is playing a game and they want to see just what exactly they can do while playing it. It's like they want to see just how many possibilities this game has.

Eiji: So they start.. experimenting with it, basically.

Eiji: And if I want to punish everyone so badly and I get annoyed when I see how many prisoners have been voted innocent and I want to convince Guard 002 that I'm right and she's wrong..

Eiji: .. Doesn't that mean that I've fallen right into some kind of trap? Doesn't that mean that I'm just a character in that game and I'm getting ordered around, but I don't even notice it?

Eiji: .. Wait, where are you?

Eiji: Hey, weird rabbit thing! Where did you go?

Eiji: .. For some reason I don't feel like I'm that powerful anymore. Do my decisions even matter in this place?

Eiji: Oh, there you are-

[Eiji goes silent for a moment]

Eiji: .. Wait, what am I even thinking?

Eiji: I'm the guard of the Milgram prison. I have a job to do.

Eiji: I have to go and tell everyone about the second trial.

#wow :) this is sure a fun start! :) #so yeah. as you can see the prisoners have been. uh. not doing so well #you can try to guess which prisoners jackalope was talking about if you want! #eiji almost realizes that all of this is not. well. a normal trial and he should start trying to figure out what milgram really is #and then jackalope goes “not so fast” #and just like with the prisoners i've mentioned i'd love to hear your third guard theories too if you have any :) #🎤 voice dramas! 🎤 #🗡️guard 001: sanada eiji 🗡️ #milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram #edit: so i was going to add this vd to the masterlist and then i noticed that both this vd and reina's vd start with the word “playing” #and at first i was like “great job lina couldn't you come up with a more original title” but if you think about it.. #it kinda makes sense?? like if you don't count “the end of the first trial” reina's vd is the last t1 vd #so it's like. a loop basically. it's like t1 era is over but it's not forgotten and idk what i'm saying but anyway do you see my vision

[danveration]

Sleep well, amour.

Parings: Alastor x reader

Summary: You’ve been very intrested in Alastor ever since you met him. He invites you to see his recording studio, which you accept. Then you ask if you can stay and listen to him host! While listening, you fall asleep. How does he react?

Word count: 2844

Warnings: Ummm not really much? Alastor being Alastor! One mention of not being able to sleep sometimes, mention of seeing people in hell doing dr*gs, k*lling eachother, and fighting, mention of reader having bad social skills (?)

part two

A/N: UM!! this is my first time writing for alastor, so apologies if it isn’t the best. Please give me any feedback you want, I’d love to hear it! Also sorry for any spelling mistakes. I hope you enjoy :’)

Alastor the radio demon. You know of the things he’s done, you know that people are quite literally terrified of him. But for some reason... you feel a certain way towards him that you can’t describe, but it’s surely not fear.

You’ve had a some-what odd admiration of him since you landed in hell, only a few months ago. You got spotted by Charlie when you first got to hell. She noticed you looking around nervously and lost, and put two and two together that you must be new. She very kindly introduced herself which was refreshing because.. well.. it’s hell. Everywhere you looked people were fighting, doing drugs, and even killing each other. You were glad there were kind people even down here.

“Hi, you! Uh, you lost?” Charlie smiled you and waved.

“Um yeah! I’m guessing this is hell, huh?” You awkwardly chuckle. Social skills weren’t ever your thing, it seems they haven’t got better after you died, either.

“Yep! This is hell! You must be new? I’m Charlie! Charlie Morningstar. It’s so nice to meet you.” She smiled and stuck out her hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Charlie! My names Y/n.” You politely smiled back and shook her hand.

After that meeting, Charlie showed you to the hotel in which you eagerly accepted to stay at, her being the only sane thing you’ve seen down here. It was a pretty nice place, no 5 star hotel like back on earth, but it was something you’re very grateful for. Who knows what would’ve happened to you if you haven’t met her.

While she was showing you around, someone caught your eye. He was a tall man, very polite and respectful looking. He was dressed head to toe in old fashioned attire, with a cane to suit his charming look. He was smiling in a way that made you look at him like he was something you wanted to inspect under a magnifying glass.

He glanced at you and smiled larger, stepping over to you and Charlie.

“My, my! What do we have here? Charlie! You didn’t tell me that we’ve got more guests? It’s a pleasure to meet you, my dear! The names Alastor!” He spoke politely.

His voice was sort of.. Radio-like? You found it soothing.

“Haha yeah! I found them wandering around on the street this morning! They’re a newcomer, their name is Y/n.” She spoke back, excited to introduce you.

“Y/n! Well, my, my. That’s quite a lovely name!” He said. “Say.. do you listen to radio? I host a brilliant radio broadcast that’ll give you some real insight on this place!” He said enthusiastically.

“Oh.. haha thank you” You smile. “I do actually! I love radio shows.” You immediately feel drawn towads him. You cant tell if it’s just the new scenery or what.. but you want to just sit and chat with him for hours.

Alastor perks up at that. “Oh you do, do you?” He smiled more.

“Yeah! Back when I was.. uhm.. alive, I actually had a whole playlist of them! What do you do your show about?” You ask.

Alastor is delighted to have you take interest in his show. “Well, dear, I do all sorts of things on there! Yes, yes, you think of it and I’ve most probably done it! Most commonly known is the souls I entrap and prison, as I broadcast their screams of horror all over this horrible place and people get to hear the noises of their never-ending torture and demise. But! I also just made a wonderful segment on my mother’s Jambalaya recipe!” He stated.

While part of those sentences gave you chills, you still seemed to take interest in him.

“Well,” you chuckle. “I will certainly check it out!” You smile.

“Ah! Wonderful news, my dear.” He said while he twirled his cane.

Charlie was watching you interact with him and noticed how you looked at him, as if admiring. She smile and said, “well! We better finish the tour.”

She motions for you to follow her and you do, waving Alastor goodbye.

He waves back and yells, “goodbye, sweetheart! Lovely to have met you.”

After that, you wanted absolutely everything to do with him. You’ve also got to know the other people staying at the hotel. Angel, Vaggie, Husk, Niffty, and Sir Pentious. They were overall kind people. Husk found your interest in Alastor to be no good.

“Yeah, no. That, whatever thing you have created in your mind about him, isn’t true. He’s vile, Y/n. Trust me on that.” He grunts.

Angel thought you had some kind of kink towards “scary, creepy men.” Which wasn’t true because you didn’t even find him scary. You found him charming.

“Ah.. Alastor? Fucking sexy weirdo if I do say so myself. He’s got some reaaal problems but hey, if you’re into that-“ You cut him off by saying it wasn’t like that & that you don’t think anything sexual towards him.

One day, you were talking to Sir Pentious about his “crush” on Cherry Bomb. He completely denied it but you could tell from his blush and his nervous demeanour that he was very interested in her.

You were caught off guard when you heard that radio voice coming up from behind you.

“Y/n, my dear! I have a question for you.” Alastor came and stood beside you, looking down from where you’re sitting.

“Al! Hey, what’s up?” You ask, containing your excitement.

Sir Pentious excused himself quickly, seeing one of his “egg boys” were being played with by Niffty. She isn’t one to be gentle.

“So, I know how you’ve been listening to my radio show as of late, and I was wondering if you’d like to see where the magic happens!” He states.

“R-really? I’d be honoured!” You say, smiling.

“Ah! Lovely. Come now, this way.”

You get up and he locks arms with you and chats about his new microphone that he got.

Once you guys arrive, you’re shocked. It looks very professional and comfortable. It suits him heavily. There’s a big open window, a desk, some chairs and sofas, a bunch of technical stuff on the desk along with his new mic that you recognize from his descriptions, and a deer coat hanger?

“Wow, Alastor. This place is so actually so sick. I love it. And the new microphone suits you!” You say. “Thank you for showing me, really.”

Typically, Alastor would never show someone something personal of his, including his studio, but you are an exception. He isn’t sure what it is about you but he doesn’t seem to hate you as much as he does with anyone else. At first he was weirded out, but now he just embraces it. He also feels protective of you. He doesn’t know exactly why you’re even down here. For as far is he can tell, you’re an angel. Always being kind even to those who aren’t kind to you, always saying “please” and “thank you,” all that jazz. Jazz! You even like jazz music, his favourite. He told you that he lived on earth the time jazz music was popular. The 20’s and 30’s. That explains his vocabulary and how he dresses. You just find it more interesting and take time to ask questions about what it was like in that time.

“Why of course, my dear! If I’d want to show anyone here, it would be you.” He says, giving you his iconic smile.

You have a thought. “Hey, Al? Would it be alright if the next time you do a show, I could stay and listen?”

You hope he doesn’t think this is odd.

Alastor raises a brow. “Why would you want to do that?” He asks.

You panic, thinking you went too far by asking and now he’s going to cut you off or something.

“Ha! Kidding, sweetheart! Of course you can. I love when my broadcast is wanted to be listened to. Though I love it as well when they don’t want to.” He says.

You’re relieved, a bit scared, but still relieved.

“Say!” He says. “I was going to make one tonight talking about this silly technology box that thinks he is better than me! You know, expose all his lies and secrets to my listeners, and unwilling listeners. Maybe broadcast it all throughout hell!” He starts laughing manically. Then calms down and stares at you.

“Would you want to stay and listen, hm? I can do it now! I didn’t have any plans today going forward and well, getting it out sooner is better than later, I always say.” He asks.

You know he’s talking about Vox when he mentioned the technology box. Him and Vox have a sort of rivalry going on. Though Alastor seems to not care much about him, Vox is sure obsessed. He’s even gone so far as to making posters about him. Which areee.. not much of a resemblance.

This offer strikes you and you immediately perk up. “Yes! I’d love to.” You say.

You don’t think Alastor knows this but whenever you’re struggling to sleep, you put on his radio show and his voice comforts you to sleep. You’re sure if you told him, he would find it weird.

Little did you know, Alastor already knew. He walked past your room one night and heard static sounds coming from your quarters. He immediately was intrigued and put his ear close to your door to hear his voice. He was surprised, but not weirded out. He found it delightful that you found comfort in his voice. It’s not everyday someone does. Usually it invokes terror and anxiety on anyone who hears. This was new, and he didn’t hate it.

“Lovely! Let me get all set up. You can sit wherever you feel the most comfortable!” He says, adjusting his mic and pressing a buttons on his table.

You find a spot and sit down. Feeling honored to even be in the same room as him, let alone HIS room.

“Ahem! Welcome ladies and gentlemen-“ He goes off into his introduction, before winking at you and starting.

After about 20 minutes, you begin to feel tired and put your head on the side of the wall, still listening but with your eyes closed.

Alastor immediately notices and smirks, knowing how his voice effects you. He continues on and after about another 20 minutes, he finishes up. You’re asleep, slightly smiling.

He walks over to you and looks down.

“My, my. You really are an interesting one, aren’t you?” He whispers. He smiles more softly than he usually does and looks around to find a purple blanket hanging on his deer coat hanger, and gently places it on you.

He feels his heart fluttering while looking down at you and he immediately shrugs it off.

“Mm well, my dear.. I guess you can stay here. I’ll just be over there, transferring my broadcast to the other radios around town.” He says and points to his table.

“Sleep well, amour.” He speaks softly.

#:alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon x reader #the radio demon x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader hazbin hotel #hes so pookie bear guys UGUHG #i love him sm #my works #alastor imagine #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor x you

[makelemonade]

Both the parts for people finding out we're dating the characters are so good! Can I please request you to include Wriothesley in the next part if you're writing it?

how people find out you’re dating them

Wriothesley, Capitano

Wriothesley

ONCE AGAIN THESE GODDAMN MELUSINES

Most specifically SIGEWINNE.

she’s such a cutie patootie. you just wanna eat her up whenever you see her! Sigewinne, the adorableness she is, is not the smartest.

Whenever you come down so often to come visit Wriothesely, she comments on how you are such a good friend to always keep him company! and you just can’t bear to explain to her that is not the case!

This goes on for A MONTH. A GODDAMN MONTH and she has not figured it out.

Even when she bursts into his office to find you maybe massaging his back, arms, hugging him, holding him- she is completely OBLIVIOUS to the point Wriothesly wants to test out kissing you in front of her.

However, her obliviousness comes to a stop one day and for the stupidest yet funniest reason;

He’s not drinking his tea.

She’s shocked. Like jaw dropped, absolutely still shocked. She’s constantly trying to get him to drink or EAT anything other than tea so when she sees him with a MILKSHAKE?! A FUCKING MILKSHAKE.

She’s ready to lose her shit.
and then she sees YOU with the opposite flavour milkshake and she immediately knows and screams it out for the ENTIRE prison to hear.

A prisoner comes in injured; “Have you heard Wriothesly and Y/N are together?!”

On her next vacation, she’s running to Neuvillette, Furina, Clorinde- EVERYONE.

Well, it was a month of peace.

Capitano

It’s funny because he genuinely isn’t even trying to hide it from the Harbingers.

He doesn’t not tell them because he’s worried for your safety- he’s the fourth fucking harbinger he will GLADLY beat anyone’s ass for you even if it means it’s his own coworkers.

The man just doesn’t talk. That’s literally why no one knows. Like yeah, he’ll murmur a few words every now and then but like, he doesn’t see a reason in bringing something up if someone doesn’t mention anything related so he stays quiet.

He does talk a bit more though, and he’s willing to actually sit with the harbingers whenever they sometimes hang out.

It’s weirding them out.

The weirdest thing though,

WEIRDEST.

Is when he speaks to Childe.

Even Childe is absolutely shocked- like what do you mean the guy he’s been like practically simping over fight wise is actually soeaking to him?!?!!!

They have to ask Pierro if he’s sick, and even Pierro doesn’t know and Pierro is the ONLY one capitano talks.

They literally find out from YOU.

You walked into the castle once, being escorted by a guard who is quick to leave once he’s finally let you reach the insides of the castle.

“Sorry to disturb,” You spoke nervously, somehow ending up in some sort of lounge room with the Harbingers. “I’ve brought lunch for my…boyfriend? Uh, Capitano? Do you know where I could find him?”

“Yeah, down the hall, first room on the left.” Arlecchino murmurs, reading through the latest Snezhnaya newspapers.

You smile at her, although she doesn’t see and everyone just returns back to normal.

Until they all realize WHO the hell are you and BOYFRIEND?!?

They all give each other a look before they are RUNNING to you, ready to ask questions and capitano is shocked when suddenly all the Harbingers are in his office and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop them from questioning you on everything.

He likes the way you laugh at them all- it’s cute. He should bring you more often.

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Headache III (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: While getting accustomed to your new life as an avenger in training, you bump into an old friend. Tomfoolery ensues. Warnings: none i dont think Previous Part

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The sound of Tony clapping reverberates throughout the room. “Alright, speedo, what’s the decision?” You look up from the tech deck you were playing with, “What? Uh, dismissed! Meeting over!” Wanda clenches her eyes shut and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Did you hear anything we said, you dolt?” You ignore her, continuing to poorly attempt tricks on your tech deck. “Hey! I was using that.” You look up at Wanda, who is currently holding your toy.

“Did you seriously bring a fucking mini skateboard to a meeting?” She spins the toy around in her hand, analyzing it.

“Okay, first of all, it's a tech deck, and second of all I didn’t bring it with me, it’s just always in my pocket.”

“Tony, can you just send her to prison already?”

“Fuck you, witch- What the hell!” You duck before your toy could hit you in the face, looking towards Wanda, who now had a smirk on her face.

“Enough!” Steve chimes in, “Wanda, seriously? You’re better than this, and you," He directs his glare at you, "Make a choice before we make one for you.”

Sighing, you pretend to be in thought, stretching out the moment as long as possible before answering. “Yeah sure, I’ll join. If only to piss witchy off.” Wanda rolls her eyes and stomps away. You turn towards Steve, “Teenagers, amiright?” Tony huffs out a laugh while Steve stands up and leaves, muttering, “You’re younger than her for fucks sake.”

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You were sat outside your university, an angry Wanda with her hands crossed stood in front of you, tapping her foot angrily. You felt like an insolent child. In hindsight, leaving the compound without telling anyone wasn’t the wisest thing you could’ve done, but you had to get your stuff from your dorm!

“Can I go in now or am I gonna have to keep watching you stand there looking constipated-”

“Idiot! Why wouldn’t you at least leave a note?”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d have a bitch fit over it.”

Wanda mutters what you assume to be a prayer under her breath in her native language before pulling you up by your jacket and dragging you into the university and towards your dorm. “It hasn’t even been your first day yet and you’re already causing trouble.” She mutters as she watches you pack up your stuff, noting that you packed your teddy bear first. You duck and look beneath your bed.

“Pss, pss.”

“What are you doing- Oh my god.”

Wanda’s eyes widen as a little black cat appears from underneath your bed. You pick the little feline up and turn towards Wanda, “Never seen a cat before? I expected more from you as a witch.” Wanda rolls her eyes, “I’ve seen a cat before- thats not even what I’m shocked about! How do you keep him here?” You shrug and hand her the cat, turning to pack the rest of your things.

Finishing up, you look towards Wanda holding your cat at a distance. “Why are you holding him like that? He doesn’t have rabies or anything,” You move past Wanda, “I think.”

“What!” You run away cackling, looking back and finding Wanda attempting to chase after you with the cat in her arms.

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You still hadn’t gotten your own room, so placing all your things in Wanda’s room was your only option. Surprisingly, she hadn’t minded much since it was just a suitcase and a backpack. Wanda left to do god knows what after making sure you weren't stealing anything. 

You're sitting at her desk, staring at your laptop screen with your cat purring on your lap. You had so many assignments. You’re basically an avenger now, kind of, and you’re still worried about school work. You giggle at the thought.

“I can’t imagine your homework is entertaining enough to make you laugh like that.” You look up to see a silver haired man, who you now know as Pietro, standing at your, well Wanda’s, door.

“No, calculating ‘water potential’ is nothing to laugh about. It’s just crazy. I'm a superhero worrying about homework,” Pietro pulls up a chair next to you. “Well, you’re not a superhero just yet. Anyways, Peter’s the same and he’s doing fine. I think.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“There’s someone here that’s not old enough to have seen David fight Goliath?”

“What?”

“Nothing, where’s Wanda she would’ve gotten that reference.” You mutter, turning back towards your laptop.

After petting your cat, Pietro lets out a breath and stands up, stopping at your door. “Well, good luck. Also, cool it with the douchiness with Wanda, yeah?” You swivel your chair towards him, “No promises.” Pietro sighs, lightly smacking the door frame, “You start training tomorrow, so don’t stay up too late.”

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You land on your back for the hundredth time this morning. “I told you to go easy!” You groan, pushing yourself up off the mat. “I never said yes to that,” Natasha readjusts her stance, not even a drop of sweat on her, “You won’t always be able to rely on your speed, if you’re forced to fight you’d probably die.” You gasp in offense, “She’s right, you need it.” Wanda chimed in, tying her hair up and setting up the treadmill.

You look at both of them, “What’s that supposed to mean!” You adjust your stance, “Come on, come at me-”

You were on the floor before you could even process Natasha approaching you. She had you in a headlock that you couldn’t escape, but you were too stubborn to tap out. Wanda had been watching you, intending to poke fun at your inevitable failure, but when she catches sight of you going limp, she rushes forward and pushes Natasha off you. “I h-had her,” You push out in between coughs. Natasha stands up and sighs, “That’s enough for today, go get cleaned up.”

You were still panting on the floor when you felt someone slapping your back. “It gets easier. As cool and powerful as my abilities are, I’d be useless in a fist fight if not for this training..” You hear Wanda admit from above you. “Yeah well, I can bite really hard.” Wanda laughs and helps you up, “I’m sure you can, but you’re also scrawny, and short. You’re basically just an aggressive kitten.” She pretends not to notice you blushing at the description.

“I’m wily! I could slither and fit anywhere. I’d make a good spy.” She pats you on the back. “Sure, kitten. Go shower, you stink.” You roll your eyes and walk away, still panting.

Exiting the gym, you hear footsteps quickly approaching you. Taking a deep breath, you wait for them to get close enough, then turn and punch them in the nose. You look down and see a boy around your age, clutching his nose and groaning. “Shit! Sorry, I’m not used to the security of this place.” You extend a hand to him. He looks at it for a moment before taking it and pulling himself up. “No biggie.” He replies, a boyish grin on his face.

Your eyes light up in recognition, “No. Way. Parker!” He looked confused before realizing who you were. You had been the first person Peter told about his late-night activities after you found his suit when you were snooping around his room. His grin widens, pulling you into a bear hug, your feet dangling as you hug him back. The moment is interrupted as Wanda exits the gym, and Peter places you back on the ground, “Uh, What’s going on here?” She raises an eyebrow at how close you and Peter were standing.

You jump up and down excitedly, “Me and Peter were best friends in high school,” You turn towards him, “But I hadn’t recognized him, you’re so big now!” Peter blushes when you caress his bicep, you miss the twitch in Wanda’s eye. Rolling her eyes, Wanda walks away and shoulder bumps you, but you pay her no mind.

“So, you still have that Lego Star Wars set?”

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“Okay, so Tony leaves his lab at three on the dot to have lunch with Pepper, he’ll be gone for about 30 minutes so you have a bit of time.” You and Peter had been sitting on the floor of the living room building Star Wars monuments when you heard Tony talking to Natasha about a new gadget he was working on, and that he had a prototype ready in his lab. So, you badgered him for information. 

His refusal to tell you anything about it made you insatiably curious, so you recruited Peter, and are now planning a heist in Wanda’s room while she’s out. “Yeah, alright. What about Steve, though? Won’t he be doing rounds or something.” You turn to Peter who was casually dragging a string along, playing with your cat. “I guess I could distract him. He’s smart though, so I can’t drag it out too long.” You nod, getting up. “This plan is perfect.”

It was, in fact, not perfect. You failed to remember who would be walking back from the gym at the same time Tony left. “Hey Steve, you’re being punked. Found this little guy sprinting out of Tony’s lab with,” He lifts a piece of metal up, “Whatever this is.” You were dangling in the air, Pietro holding you up by the back of your shirt collar, not unlike a mother cat holding her kitten. “I told you, Tony asked me to get it for him!” You defend while Pietro adjusts his hold on you. Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, giving Peter a disappointed look. You jump in before he could start his lecture, “He had nothing to do with this, I promise. It was just me.” Peter sputters in shock, smiling at you gratefully before turning and running away.

Pietro lets go of your collar without warning and you groan as you land on your face. He whispers ‘good luck’ and follows Peter out. Steve watches you with arms crossed as you push yourself up off the ground and look anywhere but him. “Look, I get it. You’re just a kid, but this job is serious. We can’t have you messing around…” You zone out for the rest of the lecture.

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Wanda had returned home an hour ago, ignoring Steve’s yelling. She figured a security guard messed up or something. However, when she looks up to the sound of her door opening and catches sight of you stomping in angrily, your cat following behind you, she connects the dots. “Who shat in your coffee?” You look towards Wanda in confusion, “What? I don’t even drink coffee.” Wanda sets her book down on the couch and walks towards where you were sitting at her desk. “That’s not what I meant, idiot. What’s got you so down?”

Getting caught wasn’t something that happened often. Usually, you were able to sprint away and forget about your douchebag activities, so you weren’t used to being yelled at. Wanda raises an eyebrow. Your thoughts were so loud, and she was shocked to see you so affected by getting yelled at. “It’s nothing, whatever. Can you fuck off? I have a lab report due.” Lab report? Wanda honestly thought you were a business major. She had never expected you to be into science, or school in general. A knock on the door catches you and Wanda’s attention. “Hey- oh Wanda. Hi. Anyways, thanks for covering for me, aunt May would’ve killed me. So, I have a little thank you present.” Peter enters and closes the door behind him, pulling out a bottle. Wanda’s eyes bulge out of her head. She could barely buy cigarettes at your age, let alone vodka. You stand up, ignoring your responsibilities, and bounce around in glee. “Ahh! Thank you, Peter.” You give him a big smooch on the cheek, Wanda rolls her eyes at his blush.

You drag your friend to the couch and take the bottle from his arms. “Come on witchy, join us!” Wanda sighs, she might as well. Wanda awkwardly stands in front of you and Peter, the couch was too small to fit all of you. An idea pops into your head. Standing up you push Wanda to sit on the couch, and place yourself on her lap. “Come on, why so tense, Avril Lavigne?” You take Wanda’s arms and wrap them around your waist. 

She glares at Peter when he giggles at the blush on her face. Peter takes the bottle from you and pops it open, taking out shot glasses from his backpack to pour into, handing them to you and Wanda. You’re asking Peter about college when you hear the door being pushed open. You and Peter look at each other in panic, while Wanda is suspiciously calm. 

Before you can hide the bottle, Pietro walks in. At his angry expression, apologies begin to spill out of Peter's mouth before Pietro breaks out laughing. “Calm down, Spidey. Wanda texted me to join.” Peter lets out a breath of relief as Pietro closes the door behind him, sitting down on the floor and pouring himself a shot. "Toast!"  You laugh at Peter's serious expression as he dings the bottle, “To new beginnings! And to the 4 coolest people in the team.” 

You all clink your glasses, laughing as you take your shots.

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Next Part

A/N: This story doesnt follow cannon very well, but its ok. Wanda and pietro are like 22 in this.

tags: @sgm616

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OFFICER—GOJO , SATORU !

(prisoner gojo x police officer reader, black girl coded, fingering, rough, after hours, checking in, P in V no protection, blowjob, daddy kink, spanking kink, pussy slapping, spit kink(?), praise kink, public sex, ruined orgasm)

10:39PM.

Was the time you decided to check up on gojo, walking down the hall of where he stayed. You swallowed deeply as you approached his cell, banging your baton against the bars creating a sound which alerted the white haired boy, he gets off his bed with the sound of the bed springs squeaking. His foot shuffled against the floor, tiredly, he sighed heavily as he situates his arms through the bar.

eyes low with sleepiness, they rank up and down your body as you moved in front of his cell.

his bottom lip slowly slide into his mouth, performing a gentle bit lip with a soft grin tugging at his mouth. “hey pretty lady.” he grinned displaying his bright rows of teeth, your eyes rolled as you drew out the key for his cell. “hm? you ignoring me now?” he asked as he steps aside, allowing you to walk in.

he bites down on his lip, again, watching you and eyeing the way you looked in your working attire. the fabric hugging your shape perfectly, caused inappropriate thoughts to circle in his mind. he crossed his arms on his chest and takes a seat on his bed, spreading his legs out getting himself comfortable and adjusting the way the pants settled down on his body, “why are you ignoring me.” you picked up the head of the toilet and checked inside, it was your duty to check the cells for any drugs or weapons.

gojo sighed after you’d beckoned him to move over so you could pick up the pillow and check. your hands digs inside the pillowcase, you glanced over at gojo seeing him already staring at you, nothing new. you placed down the pillow back to its original spot before deciding to leave, before you could even reach the cell door.

gojo quickly runs up and blocks you from leaving, “why are you ignoring me, baby..hm?” he softly questioned as his hand trailered to your waist rubbing his thumb against your side as his eyes searched your face for the answers, you sighed.

“are you and Brittany fuckin’? is that why you’ve been ignoring me?” you finally answered gojo’s eyebrow instantly knits together after your comment, “baby..who’s brittany?” he asked with a genuine confused expression, you shift one weight to another leg and sighed heavily.

“the officer yesterday, who was in your cell gojo.” gojo’s eyes drift off indicating he was trying to bring back the memory from yesterday, his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth as a smile grew on his lips.

“baby, her? she tried fucking me but i wasn’t feelin’ it.” he said through a light chuckle, “oh..” you mumbled watching him bite down on his lips, eyeing you sensually, his fingers intertwined with yours leading you over to his bed.

“cmere ma..” he whispered through a rasp, he sat himself down on the bed legs slightly spread as he situates you down on his lap, “you look so sexy in your little uniform.” he whispered placing gentle kisses against your chubby cheeks, your face scrunched up trying to mush him away which didn’t do any justice seeing he’s more stronger than you.

“mwamwamwamwamwa.” he says against your ear, you giggled at his affection, “stop..” you muttered moving your face away, “i have to go, i’m on a time limit now.” gojo groaned obnoxiously, “they got you onna time limit?” he frowned watching as you slide yourself off his lap, fixing the way your uniform sat on your body.

“yes. i have 45 minutes and that’s all.” gojo sucked his teeth, “oh cmon, we can do a lot in 45 minutes baby.” your eyes rolled—“yeah, but i have others to attend as well.” gojo muscular arms wraps around your body trapping you from going anywhere! he threw you back on the bed straddling you and pinning your wrist above your head.

“i’m the only one you should worry about.”

“gojo,” you reply through a sigh, “nah uh. i haven’t seen you in weeks baby,” he mumbled as he takes soft love bites at your neck trailing to your jawline, “yo—hmm~ you have..” you moaned gently biting down on your lip, “hmm, oh yeah?” he replied whilst unbuttoning your uniform.

“m—mhm..” gojo love bites trails down your cleavage, his eyes dart up staring at you through his eyebrows, “youre so sexy,” he says softly, he leans back up with his tongue going along his pink medium sized lips, he moves down your body, ending up with his hands fondling with your belt.

“missed this pussy, s’much.” he muttered nearly ripping the belt off, “yeah, i can tell.” you chuckled staring at him, god he looked so sexy. his orange jumpsuit that suited him perfectly, some tattoos peaking out the sleeves his white hair curled framing his defined face perfectly, pale soft skin and veiny tatted scarred hands, everything about this man was breathtaking.

god were you glad you were assigned to keep watch over this handsome devil?

he chuckled softly, ridding you of the jeans tossing them aside as well with your belt, shoes, and socks.

he leans back down, keeping intense eye contact as he used his teeth to rid you of your pretty pink underwear’s. his eyes glanced down to see a trail of your juices connected to the underwear and that sweet pussy, he grunts.

he couldn’t wait. he ripped the panties off causing you to gasp, “gojo!” you whispered shouted taking a glance over at the cell door checking to see if anyone was nearby, “what?” he chuckled before sitting his head between your thighs, “i’ll buy you another pair.” before you had time to question him on where he was planning on getting the underwear, his lips already latched around your sweet cunt.

licking and slurping up your juices, groaning and moaning at your succulent taste. your digits ran through his velvet mane, your back arched off the uncomfortable mattress as he worked his tongue against your cunt, flicking as his lips sucked on that bud of yours, his hands rubs along your sides giving you that pleasure you’ve been waiting for.

“hmm~ you taste so fuckin good.” he hoarse gripping on the meat of your thighs as he pushed his head against your cunt causing the point of his nose to bumped against your bud making your legs twitch and enclose around his head, “f-fuck!” your head quickly slapped onto your mouth clogging out any noises, your anxiety was through the roof. your heart beating as you kept an eye out for anyone passing by while your mind went foggy from gojo excellent tongue work.

“cmon…” he hummed slipping his finger inside your warmth, the same hand he used, the thumb rubs against your pussy lips in a circle motion.

it was all too much, the pleasure was overwhelming.

everything crashed over you like a tsunami, sooner than expected. you squirt all over his face, releasing your essences as your hand held a tight grip on his tresses, your legs wrapped around his neck with your back arching off the bed.

your jaw slacked with nothing but muffled moans slipping out, “hmm, fuck.” gojo groans as he released from your cunt with a ‘pop’ he takes out his finger that was now coated in your juices, he licks it clean off the bone.

humming at the saccharine taste.

“shit i’m leakin’ baby,” he chortles as he grips onto the bulge that outlines the base of his cock, with the tip slightly protruding. your eyes spot the wet surface on his pants, he groans softly when he tightens his grip. “i wanna fuck you, so bad baby.” he muttered jaw slacked as he watched the way your pussy pulsates in his presences, “so come do it.”

“s-shh baby, shh.” he groans as his hips sent rough thrust against your cunt, causing your ass to ripple at the movement, “fuck gojo, hngh ~” you moaned into the pillow he had out for you, in your peripheral vision you noticed his hands gripping on the sheets. the veins in them protruding and flexing against his flesh, his head lolls back as he emits a low grunt, he propped his leg up, pressing down on your spine causing your back to arch. one hand rest on your shoulder as the next sends occasional blows to your ass,

“look at you takin’ this dick, so so well.”

you whimpered against the pillow both hands gripping the side of it, “it’s so big,” you muttered which made gojo chuckle, “and it’s all for you, baby” he moaned out as his hips moved like waves, giving you long breathtaking strokes, “look at that..” he grabs your wrist and rest it on your stomach allowing you to feel the bulge of his dick moving in and out of your sweet cunt.

“gojo…hngh~” your teeth sunk down on your bottom lip, “hm? is daddy doing a good job?” he questioned as he watched the way your cunt swallowed his cock, hearing the mixture of his juices and yours creating a squelching sound made shivers run down his spine, “mhm” you moaned out.

gojo hands traveled to the underside of your thighs, holding them and pressing it against your chest making him go deeper in your cunt, you gasped as he picked up his speed.

his balls slapping against your ass, your juices trickling down your slit gojo’s face contorted in pleasure, “fuck baby, you feel so good.” he moans out as the muscles in his jaw clenched, his jaw was slack as he continued with his rough strokes.

his swallowed dryly, quickly taking out his cock leaving you whimpering, “gojo..why’d you do that??” you groaned, “all fours baby.” he says sending a slap to your thighs, you let out a little whimper as you turned around. all fours like he wanted.

he bits down on his bottom lip, his hand gripping on the meat of your ass before he slaps your right cheek causing it to ripple as a response to his action.

“shit. i missed this so much, pretty pretty ass baby.” he groans as he used his hands to part your ass cheeks, his mouth hovering over—puckering up as a long string of spit slips out and lands on your ass dripping down your cunt, he grins as he saw your hole clench around nothing—he peers at you noticing you were already staring at him with pleading eyes.

“gojo..please.” you whispered as your ass wiggled softly in the air, “anything for you baby.” you didn’t even bother covering up the lewd noises, feeling gojo tip collide against that gummy spot made your eyes roll and your toes curl. he had a hand pressing down on your spine resulting to your arch getting deeper making him go deeper into your warmth. “fuck baby,” he moans along with you. spit begins spewing from out the corner of your mouth coating his only pillow, the explicit lewd squelching of your cunt made shivers run down his spine you could’ve sworn you felt him throb inside of you.

the sound of his balls hitting against your cunt rubbing the bud making your thighs jolt at the sensation. “u bout t’cum baby? hm?” he whispered as he had his body leaning over yours, his hands now at your waist keeping you at a steady past on his cock, words—you couldn’t form em. not with gojo’s insane pace of his hips, he moves a hand off your waist and slithers it up to your neck. using two fingers to grip your jaw and crane it at a certain point so you could see him as well with him seeing how fucked out you looked.

he chortles “look at that. hmm..” he grins as he slowed his pace down and deliberately moves his hips, his cock moving in and out in a slow yet steady fashion. “g-! ahh~” you body trembled beneath him as your juices squirts out coating his cock and lower stomach, gojo’s stomach caves in feeling his orgasm approaching too. the way your gummy warm walls clenched around his throbbing cock immediately he paints your insides white giving you a final thrust beforehand.

his body falls on top of yours his muscular arms that had tattoos on em enclosed around your body, you sat in silence with him for a few minutes before he picks his head up from the crock of your neck.

“i can’t wait till i get out. i’m putting a ring on yo finger.” he muttered as he pecks your head, you giggled softly. “where are we going for the honeymoon?” you softly asked as you turned yourself over onto your back as gojo rest in your cleavage. sending occasional kisses to your breast.

“can’t tell ya.” he winks making you softly chuckle pushing his head away, “i gotta go.” you muttered as you slowly sat up with the help of gojo who was curling and pouting at your comment. “nooo.” he says as he wrapped his arms around your marked up body, placing you under him. “stay.” he whispered softly against your ear, you sighed and gave in.

“fine.”

#anime x black!reader #jujutsu kaisen #iqzo<3 #x black reader #spotify #black reader #armin x y/n #aot connie #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #gojo is my man #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

[piscespixiewastaken]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Technoblade discovers that Dream is living in the prison

~~ @sixteenth-day-event Prompt: Technoblade discovers that Dream is living in the prison

~~ Technoblade didn’t usually think of his rival as an idiot. Usually. But this had to take the cake.

“So uh, why are you here?” he asked, trying to keep the confusion out of his tone. 

He and Dream both stood in the prison’s entry hall, just in front of the portal that lead to the outside world. The stack of TNT in Techno’s inventory was starting to weight a little heavier with the realization that was staring him in the snout.

The green teletubby, who was apparently no longer homeless, scoffed.

“What? You asked if I had a house and then have the nerve to ask what I’m doing here?” Dream countered.

Techno could feel the glare coming from underneath the cracked mask on his rival’s face. Looks couldn’t kill, but he was sure Dream was trying. Too bad Technoblade never dies, especially to such a pathetic attempt.

L

L

loser living in his old prison

L

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Even chat agreed.

“I’m just saying, but living in the same place you were, you know, tortured for several months is not an ideal coping mechanism, I gotta be honest,” Techno replied.

Dream visibly bristled at the comment. “Well, well then you can leave if-if you dislike it that much!” His voice cracked at the end. It would have been funny under other circumstances.

“Look, if you’re that desperate for a home, I can see about sneaking you into my cabin. You can hide from Phil and everyone else. But this place can’t be good for you.” Techno gestured to the stone walls around them.

Dream was definitely glaring at him. Techno was surprised the mask hadn’t disintegrated from the intensity of said glare.

“Just… what are you even doing here?” Dream asked, exasperation in his tone.

Techno sighed. He could tell the truth and have his rival really hate his guts. Or he could lie and say a concerned citizen spotted Dream in the prison area. But he was pretty sure that wouldn’t get Dream to trust him. And considering how tense and closed off Dream looked, that trust was waning by the minute.

“Look, the prison when Sam was Warden was a place of abuse of authority. And Sam isn’t here anymore because Phil and Ranboo saw him walking around as a free man. So I was here to take the prison down as a part of the Syndicate.” Techno retrieved a piece of TNT from his inventory and held it out. “You being here instead makes that a little more complicated. You’re not holding anyone inside, are you?”

Dream’s shoulders relaxed. “No. No one’s here but me. And I intend to keep it that way.”

Techno’s eyebrow rose up his forehead. “But why here? You’re free, Sam was in prison, Quackity has fewer allies. You could have gone anywhere.” He gestured to walls around them. “Why come back here?”

“It’s a fortress, Techno. Completely secure, with all the things I need to stay safe. What better place to be, huh?”

For a moment, Techno could see just barely see the kid he’d dueled before coming to the server. And that image was replaced with the scared young man he’d comforted in that horrid cell. 

“Why do you need a fortress, Dream?”

What had this place, this server done to Dream? To Quackity? To Techno? To all of them. Techno would probably never know.

“You… you wouldn’t understand, Tech. There’s so much…. It’s too important. You wouldn’t understand,” Dream responded, but didn’t quite meet Techno’s eyes. It was almost like he couldn’t.

Techno sighed. “All right. All right, I won’t blow up your house, Dream. Can’t leave you homeless again.” He heard Dream scoff again and grinned at the green teletubby before schooling his expression. “But if you need help, talk to me. Gotta be honest, this is making me a little worried about you.”

He had to suppress a wince as chat exploded.

Technosoft

Technosoft

Technosoft

Technsodt

lol typo

typo L

typo L

typo L

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Dream’s shoulders hunched before he visibly forced himself to relax. 

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Well, I’ll be off. See ya, nerd,” Techno called as he stepped back through the portal.

As Techno left the prison behind, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding come over him. He ignored it. Dream was an adult. A young and stupid one, but still an adult. He was responsible for his own actions. Techno just hoped it wouldn’t lead to disaster.

#sixteenthdayevent #c!dream #c!technoblade #dsmp prison

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

I’d love a short story of spider at bridgehead with the recons and them teasing him after seeing his infatuated with a girl he sees. I just imagine him as a teenager who has not been around female humans before would stir up hormones.

Crush

Summary; Spider accidentally meets a human girl his age at Bridgehead, and thoughts of her refuse to leave his mind. To Spider’s misfortune, recoms can immediately tell.

Author’s note: I fully believe Spider could have a crush on a Na’vi, but the premise sounded like a lot of fun so here you have it! Just Spider being a silly kid lol 🥹

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“Ow! What the—”

“Watch where you’re going you—”

The two fell silent when they caught a glimpse of each other. A neatly dressed girl, her style minimalist and regal…in front of a boy with dirty army camouflage pants and a head of poorly twisted dreads. The youth in their features was undeniable, they couldn’t be far apart in age.

“…who…who are you?” Spider asked, his previous sass gone. He’d seen old humans, and seen young children, but a teenager? That was new.

“Deliah.” She turned her gaze to her clothes, dusting them off. “And you?”

“…Spider.”

The girl smiled, amused. “Spider? That’s your real name?”

Socorro stood. “Got a problem with it?”

“Not really, it’s just kinda silly. I like it.” She brushed her curls behind the ear. “Are you native then? Thought I was the only kid in this hole.”

“Yeah, I’m Pandorian.”

Deliah took liberty to circle the blonde, her attention on the hand-crafted beads in his hair. “Are you…like, a Na’vi?”

“Culturally, yeah.”

She grinned. “Wow! I heard grown ups talk about some "wildling" found in the forest, but didn’t believe them. How’d you survive??”

Spider noticed that he had a hard time turning his eyes away from hers. They were dark like his…and beautiful, glowing in the light steaming from a nearby window. Her attention felt strange. He wanted all and none of it at the same time.

Blood rushed to his cheeks. “I…uh, I dunno. It’s not that difficult once you learn how to keep up.”

“Is it true Na’vi don’t wear clothes?” She giggled.

“What!?“

“Sorry, was that rude?”

“Kinda. We do, just not much. Jungle gets hot, wearing too much can cause a heat-stroke.”

“Oooh, right, sorry, got it. It’s like a survival thing.”

“Yeah…”

Deliah had a pleasant voice, one akin to a light rain after the storm, or a calm stream on a sunlit morning. The sound of her made something flutter in Spider’s stomach, like he swallowed a flock of butterflies.

“….so…you’re like…what?”

She giggled again, what is so funny to her? Is she making fun of me? The boy thought as his face grew redder and heart kept pounding for a reason he could not understand. All he knew is that he wanted to run as far as possible from this person and hide, as well as stay in her presence forever.

“I’m mixed, kinda like most people around here. My mom’s a vice-rep and she wanted me off Earth asap, so now I’m here…dying of boredom instead of smoke.” She rocked on her heels.

“Was it scary? Leaving it all behind?”

“I um…didn’t have many friends.”

“Relatable.” He rubbed his neck.

Deliah raised her brows, her head side-ways. “Na’vi don’t like you?”

“Kinda, but it’s not because I’m human. It’s my ancestry…my squad’s small but we tight. They’re my ride or die.”

“Oh, hope you get to go home soon then..”

Spider smiled sadly. Just as he thought; she didn’t know he was kept here as a prisoner of war. It made the boy wonder what else RDA higher-ups hid from their people to keep them in line.

“But, while you’re here…do you um…since we’re the only human kids for miles—”

“Spider, what the hell did I tell you about wandering off?” A loud voice boomed across the corridor, making both children flinch. Spider turned with a grimace, meeting a cold gaze of his father’s clone.

“Who’s that guy??” Deliah whispered, half-hiding behind the boy. Her touch on his shoulder was soft, and her hand so delicate compared to his…

“Socorro, get your ass over here!”

“Okay okay! Fine…” Spider groaned, before throwing a last look at Deliah. “Goodbye.”

“Where are you going?”

“I Wasn’t supposed to be here. I’m usually in the military block. Just wanted to explore a bit.”

“So…you won’t come back?” The girl’s full lips pursed in a slight frown.

Spider felt a sudden tug on his bicep and whipped his head to see a blue hand wrapped around it, dragging him off. Quaritch’s gaze minutely fixed on the girl, who initially shrunk under it, then tried to assert herself by crossing her arms, but Miles couldn’t be fooled; she was a child.

A girl. In Bridgehead. Talking to Spider.

Oh Lord.

“Let go! I can walk on my own!” The kid hissed when the two entered an elevator. He then noticed Quaritch throwing mischievous glances his way. “What??”

“You sly dog.” He smirked.

“What!?!”

.

Time in Bridgehead never passed this slow. Spider couldn’t wait to be back where he belongs; in the forest, where he could somewhat forget he was a hostage.

And forget about her.

Spider rolled over on the bunk, face in his pillow. Three days have passed and Deliah still plagued his thoughts. How? Why? He’d never know. It must have been out of boredom. That was it. Just boredom.

Not at all her beautiful voice or shining curls or big eyes or that smile…

“Missing your girlfriend again?”

“OH FUCK OFF!!”

Maybe Spider would have already forgotten if not for recombinants. He’d have to slit Miles’s throat for spinning them a twisted version of their conversation. You should have seen this, he told his colleagues. This boy was whipped, ready to propose right then and there!

“So you were huh.” Lyle chuckled, leaning on the doorframe. “Pouting won’t make it better. Get up, breakfast is serving.”

The mess had been loud as usual, but as Spider sat to reluctantly eat an RDA prepared meal, something caught his attention.

A head of dark brown curls in the crowd.

Before the kid even knew it, he stood up, then climbed onto his seat to get a better look. Could it be…

“It’s not her, Spider. That Deliah girl is high rank, but still civilian. She’d never be let in here.” Miles pressed a hand on his shoulder, forcing Socorro back down.

Zdog giggled. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Shut up.” The kid pouted. “We had only one conversation. I’m not like, in love or anything.”

“You sure look like it…she did too.” Miles nudged him.

The boy gasped. “She was just being nice.”

“She was twirling her hair and giggling at your every word, that’s the clearest "I like you" I’ve ever seen.”

Spider blushed. Deliah wouldn’t like a boy from the forest. Why? He was a total opposite to her, a "princess" from Brideghead, with her neat clothes and golden jewellery and glowing skin and…

“Oh great, Romeo’s off into the clouds again.” Lopez rolled his eyes.

“You’re unbearable.” Spider growled, digging into his disgusting porridge. The faster he ate, the faster he could escape this embarrassing exchange with immature soldiers who seemingly had nothing better to do than to pick on him.

“You want me to take you along next time I report to the investors?” Lyle teased. “Maybe she’d be there~~”

“Lyle I didn’t ask you—…wait…really?”

The table erupted in guffaws and Socorro’s face turned as red as a tomato. He wanted to die.

“Dawwww~!” Ja mused. “This is too cute.”

“I HATE all of you!”

.

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#atwow #atwow spider #spider atwow #avatar spider #spider avatar #spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #avatar quaritch #avatar recoms #miles quaritch

[mishwanders]

Omg hi i see your request are open 😶‍🌫️ I have been lurking in your blog for awhile and I will say 10/10 writing 💥💥

Anyway, I love fierce deity with all my heart. I want to kiss his face and everything 🤩

Anyway here is the request: reader is a traveling merchant and came a across cool looking mask( fierce deity)  and reader is like :000 and took the mask with them and was planning to sell it. But realized there was a deity sealed in it after hearing his voice in their head and they were like "OH SHIT" and decided not to sell the mask.

Then they began to talk to each other when reader is traveling and their friendship blooms and soon romance but reader doesn't know how to get him out until they were attacked by monsters and got fierce to come out  of his mask and meet reader in person(BOOM they kiss and got married 😎😎)

Fierce deity fierce deity FIERCE DEITY-

So what you’re saying is, Fierce Deity is going to mess with the reader and be the equivalent of a haunted doll? Yes, I love this idea!

A/N+Warnings: N/A, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

When you first came across the strange mask in the middle of the road, you thought nothing of it. There was nothing suspicious - it was just a plain, old, wooden mask with blue and red markings, complete with wooden white hair (totally normal - nothing to worry about), and it didn’t look so bad in its current state! You felt like you hit the lottery, the jackpot, you could see rupees whirling through your eyes like a slot machine. A little paint and it would look good as new! A perfect item to add to the bag!

However, you weren’t expecting to be so, uh, how do I put this… Haunted?

Yeah, haunted was the best word you could conjure to describe the damned thing. From the moment it was in your grasp, something felt off. Your pack felt hundreds of times heavier than it was, there were random creaks and bumps in the nights, small whispers, and of course the fact that the mask had a tendency to move on it’s own - like the one night you woke up and found that it SOMEHOW MADE ITS WAY ON YOUR PILLOW WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING!

To say you freaked out would be an understatement considering how fast you chucked it up against the wall with a shout, springing from your bed with your bedside ax (because that’s a totally normal thing to have) and mini statue of the goddess Hylia, ready to open a can of holy whoopass on the mere slab of wood.

At least, that’s what you were planning to do until you heard the deep, pained groan of a man and a burst of hot, white light emanating from the portion of the mask that split in half.

“Little one, why must you hurt me so?”

You held the mini statue of Hylia in front of you, visibly shaking like a chihuahua at the sound of the voice. The goddess would protect you from this foul beast.

Right?

“What in Hylia’s name are you?!” You screeched.

Its lips didn’t move but you heard it scoff, seemingly noticing your state of being.“Trying to get my sister to fight me?”

Huh? Sister?

Well that was a first.

“I - uh - well, you know - you’re - well...”

“A mask.” He stated, rather nonchalantly.

You huffed, processing to pick up the mask, still holding Hylia in front of you for fear of the mouth actually moving and biting your fingers off (or something much worse). You interrogated the mask for what felt like hours, when truly it was only ten minutes or so,before you got the answers you were looking for. The beast trapped inside was not a beast at all, but rather a deity lost to time itself, one that craved to be free of his prison.

A part of you considered calling a poexorcist but truly you didn’t even know if they even had the qualifications for poexorcizing a deity and you also didn’t know how he would take to that - so, eh, better not go that route.

Instead, you decided to take a chance to travel to see a man who was well versed in masks and the types that were out there. He wasn’t a salesman, more of a collector. The deity seemed fine enough with that idea, so you made a plan to visit your friend soon with your new, ever watchful item.

You quickly became close friends with the deity inside, finding him to be rather good company in the quiet of your home and the loneliness of the road. There was a part of you that wondered if he enjoyed your companionship too, having been forever locked away inside of this old piece of wood for goddesses knows how long.

However, this constant companionship made you realize what you had been missing in your life, and you found yourself sitting on the edge of indecision. On one hand, you wanted him free, so he could live out his life the way he saw fit, but on the other hand, you enjoyed having him with you, his mask always at arms reach, tucked safely at your side in bed or on your back pack on the road. You realized that if he did get his freedom, and he decided to leave, you would be left completely and utterly alone again, crumbling under the weight of the silence that would surround you again.

You had considered discussing the possibility of going with him, being his companion who could conjure up some money by selling your wares, but that conclusion came at the utmost worst of times.

As if they had fallen from the sky, you’d found yourself surrounded by moblins on all sides who were quickly encroaching upon you and your bag of valuables. One of them nabbed the mask away from your backpack, which led to you fighting for it back. It was the most improper game of tug-o-war ever, and especially not one without consequences. You yanked the mask free from the moblins grimy hands and you did so with such force that the mask went flying into the air, cracking in half on impact against the stone in the road. That’s when you were all blinded by the intense white light that filled each of your vision, feeling a massive wave of energy and rage pulsating through it. When it all died down, you found yourself no longer surrounded by the greedy little moblins and instead, face to face with the being behind the mask.

The Fierce Deity himself.

To his surprise, you did not cower in fear at the mere sight of him, rather looking up at him in awe filled curious wonder. He knelt down to you, cupping your face in his large hands as he looked you over and asked, “Are you hurt, little one?”

You shook your head in reply, still looking at him in awe. His face looked similar to the mask he was trapped in, but the lines on his face connected somewhere on his body and trailed under his tunic. You gently raised your hand up to touch him, feeling the warmth and softness of his features no longer hidden behind the wooden surface. “I’m alright, Fierce. Thank you.”

His gaze softened at your voice, relaxing now that he knew you were unharmed under his watch. You looked around at the quiet road. “Well, now that you’re out of the mask, I don’t suppose we need to go see my old friend any more. Is there anywhere specific you would like to go?”

The Fierce Deity gave you a soft smile. “Anywhere. So long as you’re there.”

Your heart swelled as he spoke, your hand gently gripping onto his. “You mean that? You still want me along even though you’re free?”

“What’s freedom if I have no one to share it with?” He asked, gently taking your hand in his.

You smiled up at him, practically beaming as you kissed his cheek.

“I suppose you’re right. Let’s go. Together!”

#fierce deity x reader #fierce deity #fierce deity link #lu fierce deity #lu fierce deity x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe #loz x reader #sfe #writing: fierce deity

[maristelina]

Mikoto T2 Neoplasm Voice Drama Translation

Take my translation with a grain of salt. I did try my best.

Es: Mikoto Mikoto: Oh…Hey Warden, Es: You… are Mikoto right? Mikoto: Eh? What are you talking about? It feels like it's been a while, doesn't it? Have you been well? Huh? What is this? Chains? I hate these, Take them off Es: Request denied. You are too dangerous. Physical restraint is essential. Mikoto: Uh.. Um… What are you saying, capturing such a harmless person like me? Es: As I thought, you have no self-awareness. Mikoto: Well, I get it. I must have caused a ruckus while I was asleep, right? Everyone told me that I really went all out with the chaos. Es: It seems so. Mikoto: I guess it's something like sleepwalking disorder. Lately I've been feeling drowsy more frequently too. Oh man, that's troublesome, isn't it? Es: Mikoto… Mikoto: I can tell from everyone's attitude that they're scared of me. I can read the room/atmosphere… I… Es: Hmm… Mikoto: It's frustrating, isn't it? I've been confused ever since I got here. Es: You really laugh when you're in pain/troubled, don't you? Mikoto: Eh? Es: You don't get angry or yell. You laugh like you're in a bind/at a loss. Mikoto: That sounds about right. I might have that kind of trait. Usually, if I laugh and gloss it over, things go well. I'm good at that kind of thing, so I manage somehow. But, it doesn't end, does it? My head is filled with things I have no memory of doing. Orekoto: I constantly feel irritated Es: There it is. Orekoto: Seems like you haven't been beaten up enough, huh, you brat of a guard. Es: Ah… Gr….. Orekoto: Hah? Cat got your tongue? Es: Even though you got done in by Kotoko. Orekoto: That was just because I was caught off guard. We fought while you were asleep, it's not like I lost or anything. Es: Multiple personality disorder. Is it correct to understand that you, who are speaking now, are a separate personality from the Mikoto earlier? Mikoto: You're accepting this quite normally, aren't you. Multiple personalities is ridiculous, right? Es: Yes. I didn't think something like that could really exist either. Mikoto: Yeah, exactly. If it wasn't me, I wouldn't believe it either. I'd just think it's a lie to escape the guilt of killing someone. Es: However, Milgram recognizes you as such. I'm just accepting it as fact and moving my thoughts forward. So, what should I call you? Orekoto: I don't know man. Call me whatever you want. Es: For convenience, I will call you John. Orekoto: That's a dog-like name. Es: It's used to refer to a person of unknown identity. It comes from "John Doe". Do you like it? Orekoto: Is it okay to show off knowledge like that? Es: But you seem quite calm today. I thought you were a monster. I didn't expect we could communicate this well. Orekoto/John: Don't get cocky. If it wasn't for these chains your face would be smashed in by now brat. Es: Oh? How scary. I'm scared. /s Mikoto: Hmph. Es: Then you are not Milgram's prisoner. The best proof is that Milgram's restraints are not effective on you. Milgram has judged Mikoto to be the prisoner, while you, a separate personality, are an exception. Orekoto/John: Ah I see. So for you, multiple personalities has been anything but confirmed. Es: That's why today, chair creaks I thought I'd hear you out as an important witness. I'm very glad we are able to have a proper conversation. Orekoto/John: But you know, this isn't a good thing. Probably. Es: What are you trying to say? Orekoto/John: I(Boku) might be disappearing (?!) Es: gasps Orekoto/John: Clearly, the time I'm(ore) out in front is getting longer. Thanks to that, my existence is becoming more stable. Isn't that the reason we can talk properly now? Es: makes a concerned sound Orekoto/John: Maybe it would have been better if I (ore) stayed a monster. … Oh? What's with that look? Es: I'm surprised to hear you speak so rationally, contrary to what I expected. Orekoto: I have a college degree after all. How does one develop Multiple Personality Disorder?

Es: To be precise, it is called Dissociative Identity Disorder. Generally, it is thought to occur when another personality is created and separated in order to protect oneself from suffering, stress, trauma, etc. Orekoto/John: Hm. 多分俺は僕の受けたストレスを解消するために出てきてる。俺が長く出てるってことは、それだけ僕が強いストレスを受け続けているわけだ。 I'm (ore) probably emerging to relieve the stress he's (Boku) under. The fact that I'm (ore) out for longer means he's (boku) under more severe constant stress.

Es: Stress huh? It's probably because of Milgram, I see. Orekoto/John: Especially the verdict of "GUILTY/Not Forgiven" He (Boku) feels tremendous stress. So he leaves his heart/mind to me. Es: I see. Orekoto/John: It's no wonder. To him, he's being blamed for a crime he has no memory of. / It's not unreasonable. From his (Boku) point of view, he is being blamed for a crime they have no memory of. Es: "If that's true, are you the one who actually committed the murder?" Orekoto/John: Yes. It was me. (Ore-da)

Orekoto/John: I'm (ore) the one who killed them. Es: ん… Orekoto/John: So, I (Boku) really didn't do it. Es: Why did you kill them? Let's hear your explanation. Orekoto/John: (むしゃくしゃして。) I was frustrated. Es: Who did you kill? Orekoto/John: (そこら辺歩いてた奴。) Some guy who was walking around.

Es: How many did you kill? Orekoto/John: I don't remember. That was the first time I emerged. It's hazy. Es: You have the audacity to say that without any shame. Orekoto/John: Legally speaking, what would happen to me? Es: You might get a reduced sentence based on a psychological evaluation, but depending on the number of people you killed, you might not be able to avoid the death penalty. Orekoto/John: (いや、やったのは俺だ。僕は寝ていただけだ。) No, I (ore) was the one who did it. He (Boku) was just sleeping. Es: As if things could be that convenient.

Orekoto/John (Boku): 僕の身にもなってやれよ。僕はただストレスに耐えていただけなんだぜ。一人でじっと耐えていたんだ。爆発するまで誰かを傷つけようなんて考えてなかったんだよ。 Put yourself in my shoes. I (boku) was just enduring the stress, that's all. I (boku) was enduring it alone. I (boku) never thought about hurting anyone until it reached a breaking point.

そういうことができない奴なんだ。気を使って空気を見て、周りの顔色を窺ってばっかで、そういうことができないから、爆発しそうだったから俺が生まれたんだ。あんまりだろう。何も捨てねえんだぞ。 I'm (boku) not the kind of guy who can do that. I'm (boku) always worried about the atmosphere/the room, watching people's expressions, so I (boku) can't do things like that. That's why I (boku) was about to explode, so I (ore) was born. It's too much. I (boku) haven't done anything wrong!

Es: Even if that's how it was, even if it wasn't Mikoto's intention, human lives have been lost. Orekoto/John: Urgh… Es: Even if the one inside was you, John, there's no way to prove it. At the very least, it won't fully hold up in court. It could even be deemed as a lie.

Orekoto/John: YOU!! Es: ! Orekoto/John: (お前はどう思うんだ？) What do YOU actually think?! Es: Mine? Orekoto/John: I (ore) did it. He (boku) didn't do it. You're just going by what Milgram says. Why the hell does it matter what the justice/criminal system thinks, what about YOUR judgement?! What do you think about me? Es: ... Orekoto/John: Forgive me (Boku) already. I'm (ore) the one who did it...

Es: I can't judge right away. It's not something I can decide to forgive so easily. In fact, Mikoto's mindset/emotional landscape was far too cruel. I judged not to forgive. / I've decided not to forgive. Orekoto/John: (You're saying that because you think) That's probably because multiple personalities could be fake. I (boku) truly did nothing wrong. I (ore) was the one who killed.

Es: …

Orekoto/John: Can you be satisfied with that? Imagine waking up in the morning and finding out you've become a murderer.

Es: The act of creating you could be called a sin. / It might be said that the sin is in having given birth to you.

Orekoto/John: !!!!!!!!!!!! … You are probably right…

Orekoto/John: I (ore) am his (boku) ideal self. I'm (ore) the one who doesn't just lie down and resign ourselves to unfairness and stress. If I (Ore) hadn't been born, he (Boku) would have surely reached his limit and broken down. Es: Then… you… Orekoto/John: It's true that I (boku) wished for an existence that could break everything. Maybe it's because of my (Boku's) weakness that I couldn't face it alone. But that's all. Is that a sin/crime?

Es: That's for us to consider moving forward. Orekoto/John: Talking with you, I (ore) understand that what I (ore) did cannot be forgiven. I (ore) accept that.

Es: Yeah, that's right. Orekoto/John: Milgram's subject of judgment is him (Boku), Mikoto. Not me (ore)… John that is. Es: That is correct. Orekoto/John: Please forgive him (boku). Otherwise he (boku) won't be able to endure anymore. Es: I see, you want me to decide that since it was another other personality that committed the crime, it doesn't count as his (Boku's) sin.

Orekoto/John: Yes. If you forgive him (Boku), then I'll disappear.

Es: !!

Orekoto/John: That's right, in the end I (ore) have to vanish. I'll take on everything and vanish. I will.

…Because I (ore) was born to protect him (boku). Es: For that purpose. You were born. Orekoto/John: If it's to protect him (Boku), then I'll do anything.

Bell Chimes

Es: John… Mikoto: Hm? What is it? A dog's name? Es: Mikoto… Mikoto: Warden, you have a pet dog? What kind of breed is it? Wait, let me think, not a Toy Poodle, but I might surprisingly like the ones that are ugly-cute. Not a French Bulldog or anything like that. Es: That's not it. (irritated) Mikoto: Then a pug? Es: It's not a dog's name! Mikoto: Ehh? Then, what is it? Es: It's the name of your friend. Mikoto: laughs No way! I don't know anyone with that name!

Es: Deep Inhale I suppose so. Mikoto: Huh? Es: Prisoner #9, Mikoto. Sing your sins…

#milgram analysis #milgram translation #milgram #mikoto kayanao #kayano mikoto #neoplasm #voice drama #trial 2

[fruity-mega-coconut69]

Guilty Pt. II

[Pairings]: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

[Summary]: When you arrive at the prison, you meet your new cellmate with an interesting personality and only days after you arrive, can Tara visit you.

[Warnings]: cursing (?), mentions of blood and murder, not proof read

A/N: Sorry for the wait!

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2023 July 26th, 7:12PM

Carpenter Residence 

Tara stares at the coffee table in front of her as she sits on the couch in her and her sister’s living room, her face pale and emotionless. Her tie has been loosened and her makeup was smudged, her shaking hands gripping the heart-shaped medal of a necklace in her hand. Your necklace. 

Sam is in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, her face in her hands as a few trickles of sweat trail down her arms because of the heat.

Mindy and Chad are sitting in front of each other in the dining room, just staring at the table with blank expressions.

The apartment was almost completely quiet. The only sound coming from the small fan in the dining room. Everyone was sad and devastated. Even angry. But no one dared to say anything. They know that you’re innocent. That you didn’t kill that family of three. But then again, who could they trust anymore? They’ve known you since birth, you all grew up together. And you went through the two ghostface attacks together. But then who did kill that family? The police didn’t have any other suspects. Just you. So maybe, it was a perfect framing…or maybe you did it.

—--

Folsom State Prison

Two guards held your arms tight, so tight there almost wasn’t any blood in them. But you didn’t say anything. Instead, you just let them almost practically drag you to your cell. Where you’ll most likely spend the rest of your life. Your cheeks were tear-stained, your eyes blank as well as your mind. On your body clung a bright orange jumpsuit that was way too big for you. Your hands were handcuffed in front of you,shining brightly in the old lights of the hallway they’re dragging you down on. Loud shouts from other prisoners from cells you passed were heard. Shouts of real killers. Cheering for you. Like they’re happy that that family died. Happy that you killed them. That you’re one of them now. It made you feel disgusted, a painful knot forming in your abdomen and throat. 

As you slowly arrive at your cell, one of the guards lets go of your arms and opens the cell. The other guard pushes you inside roughly and the first one locks the cell door again before they walk away.

You let out a shaky sigh and look around, seeing a single toilet, a sink and a metal bed on one side of the cell. As you slowly turn around, you’re met with piercing dark green eyes staring back at you and you jump slightly. Then, you take a better look at the person in front of you. A white male, around 45 years old, green eyes, big dark beard with few spots of gray in it, bald, muscular. Then, all of a sudden a smile appears on his face.

“Hey there, mate. What are you doin’ here?” The man speaks, something like a Scottish accent in his voice. 

“U-Uhm..I’m sorry, who are you?” You ask, stepping farther away from him.

“Oh, right. It’s great to meet ya, mate. I’m Ray Anderson. And I’ll be your cellmate for uh…the rest of my life. You look really young, eh. What did ya do?” Ray speaks, sitting on his bed, almost face-to-face with you.

“I uh…I didn’-....I was framed.” You say in a shaky voice, swallowing hard as you stumble down onto your bed, not taking your eyes off of Ray.

“Hm, what a shame. So young, What’s your name, mate?” 

You blink a couple of times before licking your lips and answering. “Uh..Y/N” 

2023 July 30th, 2:05PM

Folsom State Prison visiting area

“Hi”

Tara’s voice is shaky as she speaks, looking at you through the glass as she holds the phone close to her ear. 

You exhale and shut your eyes, a feeling of relief washing over you.”Oh my god, it’s so good to hear your voice.” 

Tara laughs, tears in her eyes.”Yeah? It’s good to hear yours too. God, I miss you so much” Tara mumbles, putting her hand on the glass.

“I miss you, too”

Tara sighs and bites her lip, looking at your bad state.”How are you holding up?” She asks, leaning forwards a little.

“Uhm, I’m getting by. I…have an almost cool cellmate. If it wasn’t for the fact that he killed an entire bloodline.” You try to joke, looking into Tara’s eyes hopefully.

Tara giggles, a couple of tears threatening to fall, which makes you smile. Then her face turns serious. “You shouldn’t be here at all.” She shakes her head, looking down.

“Hey, look at me.” You say, your voice almost a whisper. Tara looks up and gazes into your eyes.”Eventually, they’ll find the real killer.”

Tara scoffs “Oh yeah, cause the police were such a big help whenever the ghostfaces came around. No, I’m gonna catch that motherfucker. I'm gonna search every state, every country. And I won’t stop until he’s behind bars or laying in a pool of his own blood” Tara mumbles out between gritted teeth as a dangerous glint appears in her eyes, like the one she had on the day when she killed Ethan in that old theater.

A soft smile appears on your face and you grip the phone tighter. “I know. But please be careful.”You almost beg her.

She looks at you and shakes her head.”I can never be too careful when it comes to you.”

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A/N: Again, this is short but...whatever

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ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Chapter 6- just like your father

Series masterlist

Warnings- once again not too much rafe): I’m trying to get more rafe in the next parts, the readers drunk the whole time basically lol

“Now a live update from the sheriffs department.”

“Yeah, after six weeks, the five teens that had been missing from Kildare county have returned, been reunited with their families.” Rafe went closer to the tv, sitting down and staring out. “We’re still waiting for details about their journey. But I’m sure they have quite a tale to tell.”

“We also got word that the father of one of the teens, John B Routledge, who’s been presumed dead for a year now, has also returned live and well. Wonders never cease. Right now, we’re just trying to get those kids settled back into school, with their families. They’ve been through a lot.”

“The teens were down in Kildare island with two other Kildare teens, Sarah Cameron and Y/N Maybank.” The sheriff spoke.

Rafes eyes widened at the mention of you and his sister.

“Sarah’s the daughter of disgraced real estate magnate, Ward Cameron, who confessed to the murder of Peterkin two months ago. y/n is the daughter of Luke Maybank, who is also presumed missing after escaping prison.”

Rafe watched as both of your pictures were put on screen, he recognized yours to be one of you you posted to your instagram, you at the beach. He was in the background, he noticed upon looking closer. Then, a picture of your brother, you and your dad.

You looked at the tv screen, scoffing at the picture they put up when they said your dad’s name. A picture of you, JJ and your dad. It was JJ’s first day of school, you remember that day as if it was your own first day of school.

You gripped the can harder, heavily sighing and leaning back in the chair. Yeah, you’d need more than one drink today.

“When I was there, Rafe was talking about how the cross was his. Not- not Ward’s.” You told them all, hiccuping after and covering your mouth.

“Are you- are you seriously drunk right now?” Pope asked, all of them noticing the way you slurred your words.

“Fuck off. I’m an adult. Can do whatever I want.” You said with a childish giggle.

“It’s like 10 am in the morning.”

“Yo!” Kiara sapped her fingers. “Can we please get back on the topic?”

“Right. And he’s coming into Wilmington tonight at eight. It’s being shipped by train from like… R.. Ra… Raleigh I think? I dunno.”

“You get any other information?” Pope asked.

“Uh, y/n got the cargo number.” Kiara spoke, picking up the paper.

“Okay, well, that’s a start.”

“I mean, they’re definitely fencing that shit off as we speak. So we should probably get a move on.” JJ said, watching you down the rest of the can, and grab a 4th one next to you from your spot on the floor.

“Sarah, you hear from John B?”

“No, I mean, he’s probably off somewhere with his dad. But the problem is they have the Twinkie.”

“Our transportation.”

“I have a car, you know? It’s a hunk of shit, but it works.” You shrugged.

All of them raised their eyebrows at that. “It’s back at Ricky’s. I should probably go talk to him anyways.”

They all were hesitant, you could tell.

“I’m- I’m your only fuckin’ option, so, my car or nothing.”

“She’s right.” JJ told them, already hopping on his bike.

“Ricky?” You shouted when you opened the door. He wasn’t home, you sighed, taking the keys off the counter and stumbling back outside.

“He not home?” JJ asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Nope.” You told him, locking the door. You go into the car, trying to get it started. But it never turns on, you groan in annoyance, fumbling with the keys, and trying again.

“Goddamnit!” You laughed, slamming your fist onto the dashboard and going out.

“It’s… not working.”

“Not working? What’s wrong with it?”

“I don’t know! It’s not fucking starting.” You shrugged.

JJ threw his hands up in defeat.

“Alright. That’s okay. We can.. try my dads.” Pope said.

“And I’ll try to see if my parents will.” Kiara spoke.

You ended up going with JJ and Kiara to her parents.

“Jesus, Cleo was not wrong. It does look like the White House.” You mumbled when you entered. You drunkenly stumbled up the steps, JJ rolling his eyes and eventually just helping you up once you almost fell.

“We just found out it’s… it’s gonna be in Wilmington tonight.”

“Okay, and the cross is Popes family-“

“Popes family heirloom.” Kiara finished.

“Shit, this house is nice. Think we could just…?” You told JJ, grabbing an expensive bracelet sitting on the counter and pocketing it.

An idea popped into his head when you did that. If they don’t wanna give them the keys, he can take them.

“He’s alive!” Kiara argued. “JJ.” She turned, the cutlery clanking as he put it away guiltily, getting caught messing with it.

“Do rich people really need to use like… fancy everything? Like fancy plates? Is that necessary?” You mumbled, mostly to yourself as you took another sip.

“A little help?”

He put his hand up, counting off his fingers.

“Wards alive in the Carribean. He’s living off the loot he stole from us, and, uh, yeah, he’s flying across to Wilmington.”

“I was-“ you covered your mouth when you hiccuped again. “With them during the whole thingie. Basically I fell into the water…” you imitated water splashing with your hands.

“And it was like ‘ahhh! Now I’m stuck with my ex boyfriend who’s also crazy on an island, ahh!’ And then we went to some vacation home he has, and I saw Ward and he was like ‘sup, y/n. I’m alive.’ And that’s what happened.” You nodded to yourself, all of them staring at you dumbfounded.

“Give me a break, man.” Kiara’s dad spoke.

“Yeah, you’re right. What do I know? Just saw it with my own two eyes.” You shrugged, rolling your eyes and taking another sip from the bottle. “So did Kiara and JJ but, whatever.”

“I’m skeptical, okay? I am skeptical, y/n as in I think it’s all bullshit. And I think you’ve been led astray, Kiara. And you, JJ, Y/N- let’s get this out in the open.”

“Just take it down a bit-“ her mom tried.

“No. Let me tell you something, you need to understand that I do get it.”

“Sure you do.” You and JJ said in unison, you both laughing at that.

“Do you hear me?”

“Sure. Sure.”

“I like you, guys, and I bet you’re fricking fun to hang with, and to ditch school with, go down to the break, and.. drink beer,” he directed that last sentence to you, eyeing the can in your hand.

“because I was once just like you both. I didn’t think that anything mattered, thought I could make up any bullshit story and these stupid kooks would believe it. But then I learned about hard work.”

“Yeah, well, hard work doesn’t get you shit if you’re like us. I mean- shit, compared to me, you have no clue what hard work is like.” You spat, pointing to yourself. He was getting to close to JJ for your comfort.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “And about what really mattered. All I care about, all that I care about is my daughter. That’s it. And all I know is that she was a lot better off before she met you and your friends.” He said, this sentence directed to JJ.

“Dad, I was never better off!” Kiara argued, you looked at JJ, shaking your head when you saw his reaction. You were gonna kill this guy.

“I was miserable.”

“Miserable? No, no. No!” He shouted, turning to you and JJ.

“No, these pogues have ruined my daughter’s life.” He shouted in your face, you stood in front of JJ, trying your best to protect him.

“Didn’t mean any disrespect, Mr. Carrera.” You told him, turning to usher JJ out.

“Y’all have a good day.” JJ spoke, both of you heading to the door.

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing?” Kiara asked.

“Protecting my daughter.”

“Can we please-“

“Wait a second. Everybody says it, they are liars and thief’s!” Her dad shouted.

You and JJ stopped in your tracks.

“They’re just like their father! I mean, one of them is already drunk off their ass!”

The two words neither of you wanted to hear.

You looked at JJ, who held back tears at the words. You held your own back, throwing the rest of the can, looking at it pour onto the hardwood floor.

You grabbed the keys from the tray, you looked around again, shrugging before grabbing a jacket on the coat hanger, as well as some shoes.

“Wanna talk shit, you’re gonna get bit, right?” You mumbled to yourself, shrugging and following JJ down the steps.

“Is she.. talking with Topper?” Pope asked, all of them turning to you and Topper at the bar.

“He didn’t want me to say anything, but he’s a fucking mess.” Topper said with a laugh, you laughed with him.

“Yeah, well, he was an asshole. So…” you said, taking the shot you ordered.

“Believe me, I know.” He told you,

“Hey, Jayj.”

“What?”

“I bet you Topper has a way to transport the cross.” Pope spoke.

“Actually, Popes right. He does have a rig.”

“No.” Sarah argued.

“Yes.”

“Yes, come on.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“What are we talking about?” You asked them, coming up behind them suddenly.

“Sarah, you already got him whipped anyway, right? So why don’t you just take one for the team?”

“What would John B say?” She said.

“I think John B will completely understand. Think about the circumstances, it’s about treasure.”

“We can handle John B. Just talk to him.”

“Why do I feel like I’m gonna regret this?” Topper spoke, all of you happy when you saw her hug him.

You ended up falling asleep on the boat. Your eyes shut as they all came up with plans.

You can’t even escape him in your dreams. Because when you fell asleep, a fond memory of the two of you popped up in your mind.

“Shit, slow down.” He laughed, grabbing onto your hand as you ran down, pushing past people and making your way down straight to the floor.

“Can’t believe I let you drag me into this shit.” He said with a laugh when the band came on stage and cheers erupted.

He watched you while you paid close attention to the band. And when your guys song came on, he was told to sing with you, he hesitated but eventually did.

“Got the music in you, baby. Tell me why. You've been locked in here forever. And you just can't say goodbye. Your lips, my lips. Apocalypse.”

You both sung to each other, you staring at him with the most love and adoration he’s ever seen, and him staring at you with the most love anyone’s ever seen him have.

You both leaned in, but before your lips connected…

You woke up, quickly sitting up and groaning, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Jesus. Think I drunk too much earlier. I’m going crazy.” You told them, all of them turning to look at you now.

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TTD - First Meeting 1/4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 and end

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Hero stopped on the threshold of the old warehouse. They examined their surroundings, as if to check what was hiding beyond them. Of course they could see nothing. There wasn’t any light. The voice itself seemed slightly deformed with some kind of white noise – it had to be a transmission.

“Why ?” they asked politely.

“Because you won’t see another day again if you step in.”

Hero tilted their head. They grabbed their flashlight, and – what ? They squinted their eyes, but the ray of light bounced on the darkness and went back to them.

Now, that didn’t seem very normal.

“I see what you mean,” they said.

Then they shrugged and entered. A booming laugh resonated as the doors locked themselves brutally behind Hero:

“You’re mine now ! Miiiine ! You belong to the eternal night of everlasting darkness !”

“Uh. Um, okay.”

The laugh stopped and the voice sounded suddenly a bit sulking:

“That’s all ? No witty remark ? No cutting repartee ? I thought you were a Hero. I’m disappointed.”

“Sorry. I’m just trying to do my job. But I have things to say.”

“Let’s hear it, my little prey.”

“Well, there were a bunch of burglaries in this part of the town, and the managers of the stores always complained about the lights that went out no matter what they did before the act. So I’ve investigated a little and I’ve pinpointed this location.”

“How very smart of you, prisoner. You’re the only one who could find the truth and stay alive this long. No doubt you must be special.”

Embarrassed, Hero rubbed the back of their neck.

“Nah, I’m not very high-ranked, actually.”

“I’ve seen you before, though. I remember.”

Hero stroked one of their crochet twists and absentmindedly smiled:

“Yeah, the rainbow beads help, usually. It’s not because I work as hard as I can that I’m very important.”

“Why are you on my trail all by yourself, then ?”

“ As far as I know, you haven’t killed anyone. You just stole the supplies you need, I have the list... so forgive me if I’m not very much intimidated. I mean, you took a lot of Twinkies ?”

“Food’s survivor.”

“It doesn’t even last very long, actually.”

“...You must be the life of the party. Well, it doesn’t matter. I salute you for your efforts, but your time has come to an end.”

“Is that so ?”

“I control shadows, little Hero. My powers are beyond your reach.”

“Yeah, but you use them to steal Twinkies.”

“Would you stop with that ? Very well, I shall make you forget all about them. Behold my lair and despair !”

Pale blue dots weakly illuminated the huge warehouse. A large screen appeared by the ceiling, revealing a hooded figure, but Hero’s attention was somewhere else. There were forms around them that at first they took for furniture – and in a certain sense they were. One of them could certainly be viewed as a chair, if you forgot the huge spikes on the seat, just as the wooden frame in front of it had been made for people to lay down, if the manacles could be taken into account. Hero stared at all this, at the cages on the ground, at the chains on the walls, and stopped walking, their heart suddenly beating way faster. There were traces of red here and there. All of this was separated from them thanks to a glass wall.

“Have I just seen you shudder, Hero ?” simpered the voice. “Or are you still convinced that I’m not so dangerous ?”

Hero did wince. They also took a step back and a deep breath before seeking for an opening.

“I can assure you there’s no way out”, said Villain. “Unless you are strong enough to smash the doors you came from, but then you’d have already broken out by now. Or do you think I’m foolish enough to be around ? Are you so mad for revenge that you have to seek me out?”

“I’m not mad yet. I just want to check something.”

“You should be. I count my victims by the dozens and no one realized that because you heroes are that disastrous. Many disappeared, but no one cared about them. You want to make me think you do? ”

“Yes.”

Hero finally found what looked like a door. After fumbling for a moment, their hand closed on a handle and they could get to the other side. Surrounded by darkness, the torture instruments looked as sinister and impressive as their function implied. Right until the moment when Hero’s fingers brushed against a huge spike and pushed.

Their thumb went into the metal with no problem and left a mark. This time, it was Hero’s laugh that boomed in the room.

“It’s tin, isn’t it ?” they asked to the hooded figure. “Man, it’s impressive. You made me believe it for a minute. The blood is painting, right ?”

“...Maybe.”

“It’s like you’ve made a ghost train ride all by yourself. You’re an artist. I mean it.”

They rubbed their hands together to get rid of the red painting:

“But I have to catch you now.”

The voice growled in answer:

“Then come to find me, nemesis. That’s what you’ve just become.”

“Thank you. I will bring you Twinkies in prison.”

“Oh, I will end you.”

*

(Yes, it's the first time these two dorks have met. Sequel here)

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[rafa-jaja]

Asking for your help...

Bruce Wayne x Gn reader

It was a normal day in Gotham, you were in the corner of your house when you felt a presence behind you, it was Superman.

- Can I help you with something?

- It's Batman...he needs your help.

Batman...the bastard who abandoned me years ago wants my help...what a joke, you thought.

- And what does he need my help for?

- He wants you to get inside Talia's mind to see what he's up to.

- Talia? The bitch he slept with, cheated on me and now has a kid of his own?

- Uh... yeah, her.

The rage you had built up was coming to the surface, how dare Batman ask you this, and he didn't even come to ask you, he sent the great and powerful Superman to ask you.

- No, tell him I'm not going to help him...I'm not going to risk the new lifestyle I have for him.

Superman seemed surprised by your answer, but he understood why you refused.

- I understand, but keep in mind that we are dealing with a greater danger, Talia has thugs who managed to take down an entire building with just their fists. We don't know what she's capable of.

- I am no longer in the League, I retired to avoid having this kind of situation.

With nothing more to say you asked him nicely to leave, all this ruined your day. You thought this would be the only time you would be bothered, but the opposite happened, a couple of days later someone knocked on your door, it was Dick.

You let him in, you knew he wasn't here to check on you, but you were intrigued to see what he wanted.

- So...how have you been?

- Dick, I've known you since you were a rovin, I know you're not here to check on me.

- Ok... Bruce sent me to ask you to help him, please.

- Dick, I'm going to give you the same answer I gave Superman, I'm not going to help Bruce.

- But Talia could...

- I know what she's capable of, believe me...I know, after being her prisoner for a year you get to know her pretty well.

- What do you mean, prisoner?

- You don't know? It seems Bruce is still keeping secrets from you.

- When did this happen? How come this never showed up in the reports?

- It was when Bruce released his biological son, I got so frustrated by Bruce's infidelity, I made up my mind to confront Talia. I went to her hideout to confront her, but I couldn't even get through the door when her goons caught me, locked me in a cell and sent a video to Bruce to come to my rescue...but he never came. Talia tortured me every day, until one day she overexed herself and I was on the verge of death. She took pity on my soul and threw me into the Lazarus pit, after that she freed me.

Dick couldn't process everything you were telling him, all this time he thought you just abandoned them. He felt so guilty that he didn't seek you out, you were his family.

- I...no, I can't believe this.

You just hugged him, he had a right to know the truth.

- Calm down, it's all in the past...- you said as the two of you got deeper into the embrace.

Dick stayed by your side for a long time, but he had to go on patrol.

The next morning you woke up with a knock on the window, you went to see what it was and saw Constantin, he just smiled at you and disappeared, he had left you a note, it said "Go to Wayne mansion". You thought it was a bad joke on his part, but something told you to go.

...part two?

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[void-chara]

@mcytblrholidayexchange gift for @irrealisms !! you had lots of prompt ideas for writing, but not for art, so i hope you're happy with eclipse federation misery and agony compilation, plus song lyrics

lyric credits: Temporary - Chase Petra / Stranger - The Mechanisms / Easier - The Crane Wives (appears four times) / Two Birds - Regina Spektor / Little Soldiers - The Crane Wives (appears twice) / Heretic Pride - The Mountain Goats

feel free to ask if you want me to adjust some text to make it more readable or something, i think it looks fine but i know different peoples eyes and devices are different, and if i had more time i would definitely have spent more time messing with the colors on everything

speaking. of time. im really sorry i took so long ._. i kind of suck at estimating how long projects will take and how much time i have. thanks for being so patient!!

oh, also, some lyrics and drawings have story reasons for being grouped together, and some went where they looked good. uh. ideally id make sure everything had reason for its location, but this is one area where i did correctly estimate my time, instead of getting stuck in the planning phase.

also in the process of typing all this ive already gone back twice to change stuff in the images and re-add them to the post lol

OH also!! the part where vitalasy jumps off to his death! is as far as i can tell NOT canon accurate!! all the footage shows him jumping off the prison, since thats where he respawns. i didnt think to check this until after id already drawn most of the stuff, and already had the prison drawn, and i didnt want to reorganize the drawing. im telling myself that we only see a few of the later deaths and so theoretically the first one could have been jumping off a grassy ledge somewhere but its still bothering me and i needed to mention it.

anyway yeah really hope you like it i tried some new stuff with this one im not sure how well it turned out and thanks again for being so patient!!

EDITING TO ADD SOME MORE WORDS!!! i love talking about my art! so first, all the text on signs and stuff i did go back and look at videos and vods to make sure was entirely accurate, and i wrote all the words entirely by myself. for the lyrics and other text(death message and DELIVERANCE), i used a text tool first to make sure the words would be neat and where i needed them, and then traced over that on a new layer and deleted the original text layer. my handwritting fucking sucks always no matter what, this was a very necessary step. also! this is officially the first thing i have drawn entirely on my phone, rather than on my ipad like i used to do! also i dont use a stylus of any type i just draw with my finger lol.

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[iridescent-petrichor]

silence feels better with you, chapter one

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2K

A/N: whew that 10k fic ended up giving me multiple months of writers block apparently but I'M BACK (and on my birthday no less :D)

Next Chapter

It wasn’t entirely surprising when you hadn’t heard from JJ in a few days. You knew his dad had just gotten out of prison, and you knew how hard things got for him in times like that.

Still, it worried you when you checked John B’s house for the third day in a row only to be told that he hadn’t heard from or seen JJ either. You’d even swung by JJ’s house a few times, but you never stayed long. His dirtbike was never parked in the gravel driveway, but you’d always see JJ’s dad’s truck, and that was enough to scare you into searching elsewhere.

After days of texting JJ with no reply, begging him to come over, you finally got a text that made your day a little brighter.

I’m coming over.

You waited patiently for JJ, opening the front door before he even got the chance to knock, ready to greet your boyfriend with a whole plan of what the two of you could do together to wind down from whatever stress JJ's dad had surely induced.

The look in his eyes made the words die on your tongue.

He stepped inside, and you closed the door behind him, trying to pretend the tension in the air didn’t exist.

“We need to talk.” JJ finally mutters after a few seconds of painful silence, glancing between the floor and the pictures hanging on the walls of your parents' house.

You froze, eyes wide. Those four words alone were enough to knock the air out of your lungs.

“Yeah,” You start hesitantly, barely managing to speak above a whisper. “Yeah, uh- are you… okay?”

Every part of you wants to step towards him, collapsing into his arms and hugging him tightly until whatever was wrong went away. But you couldn’t. JJ may have been a few steps away, but you knew he his mind was miles and miles away from you. You knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t accept your comfort. Not like this.

Every part of JJ wants to just break down and run into your arms and tell you everything plaguing his mind. But he’s spent too much time with his dad recently. His walls are up too high. So he just stands there, staring at the floor, at the wall, at anything but you.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Your heart practically stops beating, staring at JJ with wide eyes. There’s a tense moment of silence where you’re praying you heard him wrong. Then, you start praying that he misspoke. That if you were silent long enough he would tell you he didn’t mean it, that he loved you and wanted to be with you forever.

But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“JJ-”

He cuts you off instantly, not wanting to hear the heartbreak in your voice. “Y/N, no-”

You shake your head, your voice cracking as you try to speak. “JJ, don’t-”

“Y/N.”

You fall silent the instant JJ utters your name, saying it as if it’s a warning.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He repeats, finally looking you in the eyes.

A sob rips its way from your throat, and you have to force yourself to take a step away from JJ.

“Please, just- what happened?” You manage to choke out. “What’s- JJ, just talk to me-”

You knew JJ better than anyone. You knew the self-hatred that was swirling around his mind. You knew he was just lashing out because he felt unworthy, but his words and the harsh look in his eyes still stung.

“It’s better for both of us.” He says, shoving his hands into his short pockets, his gaze falling to the floor again.

No matter how much you tried to convince yourself this was just another one of JJ’s moods, you couldn’t help but feel like your world was crashing down around you. Your hands were shaking as you tried to take a step towards him, but he took two steps back, refusing to meet your eyes.

“JJ, please-” You hated the way your voice sounded, so broken and small, so quickly brought to tears by JJ’s words.

JJ took a deep breath, steeling himself before meeting your eyes again.

“We can- we can work through this-” You try to say, pleading with him.

“Y/N, we’re not-” He was already shaking his head, and you have to force yourself not to break down.

“No, we can- we’re fine, we can-”

“Stop-” JJ’s gaze darkened. “You can’t- just-”

“Just listen to me, please-”

“Y/N, I need you to-”

“JJ, just listen-”

“Y/N, just shut up!” JJ finally snaps, making your blood run cold as you stare at him. He looked so different from the boy you fell in love with that you couldn’t even recognize him anymore. “It’s done. It’s over. We’re done.”

“I love you.” You couldn’t help but whisper, hoping against all odds that it brings the love of your life back to you.

JJ stiffened at your words like they’d had the opposite effect on him.

“Goodbye.”

You barely had enough time to react, let alone respond, before he was already out the door, slamming it behind him so hard that a picture frame on the shelf nearby rattled. It was an old picture – one of you and JJ when you were kids. The two of you couldn’t be older than thirteen. JJ was stood beside you, his messy blonde hair in need of a trim. He had you pulled close to him, both of you grinning from ear to ear. It was after a long day of surfing, and you were both a little sunburnt and had flakes of sand all over you.

After a few moments, you spun the picture around to face the wall, unable to look at it any longer.

The silence of your house was getting to you, and you barely stood there in the aftermath of the breakup for more than five minutes before you were throwing your shoes on, making your way to Kiara’s house.

The second Kiara opens the door, her eyes widen, taking in the tear stains on your cheeks.

“Jesus, what the hell happened?” She instantly steps aside to let you in, and you can barely keep your composure, breaking down into tears the second she closes the door. You collapse into her arms, sobs racking your body.

It felt like you couldn’t breathe, and you clung to Kiara as tight as you could, your words barely coherent.

“He dumped me.”

Kiara pulls back just enough to look at you, sheer surprise on her face. “He what?” Her grip on you tightens protectively. “JJ fucking dumped you?

You don’t bother responding, knowing you’ll barely be able to get the words out as you stutter out another sob.

Kiara steadies you, giving you just enough support to keep you on your feet. Ever so gently, she brings you upstairs to her room, setting you on her bed and putting an arm around you.

Neither of you say anything for a while. Kiara stares at you, waiting for you to gather enough strength to talk about what happened.

There’s a moment where you aren’t quite sure if you’ll ever be able to speak about it. You cling to Kiara tighter, burying your face in the crook of her neck, unable to stop the tears from flowing.

“I love him, Kie.” You finally manage to say, pulling away from her long enough to wipe at your eyes. “I love him so much. It hurts so much-��� A new round of sobs hit you, and you dig the heels of your palms into your eyes to wipe the tears away.

Still, Kiara stays silent. She continues rubbing your back, knowing that you just need to get it out now.

“I feel like my heart was just ripped out.” You croak, your throat hoarse from all the crying. “I miss him so much already. I need him, Kie-”

Kiara pulls you closer, hugging you tight and whispering soothing words, trying to calm you down from this heartbreak.

“I love him so much. I don’t even know what happened.” You sob, falling into her embrace again. “I feel like I failed him somehow.”

-

JJ, after storming out of your house, finds himself where he always finds himself – at the only place he’s ever called home.

He slams the door behind him on the way into John B’s house, startling the boy sat on the couch watching TV.

“Jesus, JJ.” John B mutters, reaching for the remote, turning the television off, and looking up at JJ. “Are you trying to break my door off its hinges again?”

JJ doesn’t answer, walking past him to the kitchen and grabbing a beer from the fridge. He pops off the cap, moving back to the living room to collapse onto the couch beside John B.

“What did you do?” John B asks, shifting in his seat so he’s facing JJ.

“I ruined everything,” JJ says under his breath, his eyes glazed over as he stares straight ahead at the wall. He takes a long drink of the beer.

John B recognizes the look in his eyes all too well. Sitting up a little straighter, he tries to get JJ to look at him.

“What. Did. You. Do.”

“I dumped her.”

There’s a thick silence in the room, and JJ sighs. He’s so tired of the tension that’s been following him around.

“Why?” John B asks after what felt like an eternity of dead silence.

JJ doesn’t respond right away, taking another swig of beer. He’s barely responsive, just staring straight ahead, his eyes blank.

“JJ.” John B nudges him, trying to get him to focus.

Still nothing.

“Hey, c’mon man.” John B nudges him again, harder this time as JJ takes a final sip of his beer.

Something snaps inside of JJ, and he stands suddenly as if the weight of what he did finally hits him, throwing the empty beer bottle into the kitchen of the Chateau, barely flinching when it shatters on the wall.

“JJ!” John B snaps, standing and grabbing his shoulders to get JJ to focus on him.

“I ruined fucking everything, John B!” He yells right back. “I broke up with her, okay? I fucking- I needed her, but-” He trails off, taking his hat off and tossing it across the room, running his hands through his hair.

“JJ, you gotta calm down.” John B tries to say, worried that JJ’s spiraling out of control.

“Calm down?” JJ turns to focus on him, eyes blazing with anger and frustration and heartbreak. “I just ruined the one thing I got goin’ for me, and you want me to calm down?”

“JJ-” John B stares JJ down, trying to ease the tension he knows is building in JJ’s chest. “Why’d you do it?”

“Because she deserves better, man,” JJ says, the anger in his tone dissipating into a broken sort of pain. “I mean, c’mon, we all know she’s gonna go far in life. She can’t have me dragging her down. That’s not fair to her. It’s- this is for the best.”

John B doesn’t speak for a moment, his brows furrowing in thought. He’d seen JJ get self-destructive before, but he knows that when it’s this bad it always leads back to Luke Maybank.

“JJ-”

“It’s for the best,” JJ repeats, giving John B a look as if to say there’s no room for argument. Because, in JJ’s mind, if there’s an argument to be had here, if he’s wrong, then he’s just made the biggest mistake of his life for nothing.

Maybe he has anyway but he can’t afford to think about that. He refuses to.

Instead, he sits back down on the couch, burying his face in his hands, trying to calm himself down. He can hear John B talking, but he tunes it out, his mind just replaying the pain in your eyes, the way your voice broke, the way you begged him to stay.

It takes everything in him to not throw something.

It takes everything in him to not go back to your house, begging you to take him back.

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader

[elmhat]

Have you ever written anything with cDream and cFoolish post-prison? Maybe to do with the murder deal they made?

// dsmp rp

It was midday before Foolish noticed Dream, perched on top of the hanging gardens like a misplaced bird. It was certainly more dramatic than his last entrance. “Y’know, I actually can see you up there,” Foolish called up to him.

Dream glanced around, probably for anyone else who might overhear. Foolish knew that he wouldn’t see anyone. The summer home rarely hosted visitors these days. With an elaborate flare, Dream dropped down to the ground, making his way over until he was a little too close for comfort.

It wasn’t that Foolish was scared of Dream, necessarily, but he was still wary. He was very conscious of the axe strapped to Dream’s back and the sword at his hip, just as he was conscious of the sword at his own hip.

“So?” said Foolish, all calm joviality. “How’s it going, Dream?”

“I’m okay, I’m— I’m doing okay,” Dream replied. “Have you, y’know. Got any info on Q?”

Foolish sighed deeply. “Oh, nothing really, nothing really. Not really much to report.”

“Nothing at all?” asked Dream.

“Nope, uh, not really. I’ve just been doing this, mostly.” Foolish gestured up at the gardens, at the flowers and vines entwined all the way around the rafters. “So that’s taking up a lot of time.”

Dream followed his gaze. “It looks good!” he commented.

“Thank you, thank you.”

When neither of them filled the silence, it dragged and twisted strangely. Foolish found himself staring into Dream’s smiling mask. In all honesty, it looked a little silly; not half as intimidating as Dream probably thought it was. But Foolish didn't have the heart to tell him that.

“Soo, is that it, then?” he asked. “Is that what you came to ask me?”

“Yeah, I— I guess it is.”

Dream didn’t continue. They were left with another strained silence, and this time, Foolish was beginning to sense that something wasn’t right.

“I saw you in Las Nevadas,” said Dream.

“Oh, really!” Foolish rubbed the back of his head, suddenly even more awkward. “Yeah, I mean, I used to go there quite a lot. It’s a busy place, y’know! Lots to do!”

“I saw you there yesterday.”

Foolish’s words died in his throat. He was very conscious of that sword at his hip.

“And, y’know,” Dream continued, “the funny thing is— you were actually talking to Quackity.”

“Oh!” said Foolish. This was horrible. Worst conversation ever. “Well, then, I guess you found him!”

Dream began to shuffle from foot to foot, making small circles in the sand. “Listen,” he said. “I don’t care about your alliances. I don’t. If you’re still loyal to him, or to yourself, or whatever. I mean, I think it’s dumb, and— I think you’re pretty stupid for it, but I get it, right? I just think that… y’know. Honesty is important. All I want is for you to be honest with me, for me to be honest with you. ‘Cause, like, all I’m trying to do is protect myself. I think that’s fair.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fair.” Actually, Foolish did feel like Dream was being honest. Call it a gut feeling. Bizarrely, it made him more comfortable about opening up himself. “I don’t know, Dream. If we’re being honest, I guess— I guess I haven’t really decided yet. There’s a whole lot of plotting going on right now, y’know, everyone’s being weird, and then you come along and ask me to kinda betray my country, and it’s… it’s just a lot. It’s a big decision, a big choice. And I’m just— still trying to figure out where I fit in in all of this, y’know?”

Dream nodded. “That’s fair,” he said, and he sounded like he meant it. “But that means I can’t really talk to you anymore. If you might still be allied with Q, I mean— like, that’s not really safe for me here.”

“Yeah, I get that, for sure,” Foolish agreed.

“Yeah.” Dream turned his mask towards the pyramid, raising a hand as if to shield his already-shielded eyes. “Anyway. I guess I’d better be going, then.”

“See ya later,” said Foolish. Or maybe he wouldn’t see him later, actually, given everything Dream just said.

As Dream pearled into the desert, Foolish let go of the knife in his pocket.

#this was a really fun prompt! thank you! #dreblr #c!dream #c!foolish #drabbles #my writing #elm fics #elm asks