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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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Waiting to Get Home, Part III

"I'm not writing no doodoo dumb letter, I don't care," Bethany pouted looking at the Mean Girls Burn Book journal he'd gotten her for this very reason. He liked getting little notes from her and she enjoyed writing them when they were sweet and inspired.

Arms crossed under her boobs, she kicked at her heeled white boots which laid on the floor. She wouldn't be contemplating at all if Erik wasn't being a menace. She hung her faux fur coat in her closet, mumbling. "Ain't nobody scared of him."

"Bethany," Erik called with a huff. She flinched wondering if he'd heard. Her ass couldn't take anymore violence.

"Come put this away," he yelled as she sauntered into the kitchen, face in a frown. "Fix ya face."

"This my face, why you all up in it? Matter fact I don't wanna help. You do it."

"Don't try me Bethany. I'm bringing the bags in from the car. If you wanna do that you're more than welcome. Matter fact you can do all this shit.. Aht! Put those away," he pointed watching her pull a fresh banana nut muffin. "You gone make yourself sick."

"No I'm not! STOP." She yanked the muffin back just as he swiped for it.

"Put it back," he pointed. "You already had donuts and cookies."

"And? I'm on my period. I don't know why you act brand new like you never did this before," she laughed holding the muffin close to her body protectively. Erik shook his head.

"You gonna get sick."

"I'm not!"

Erik only watched, his face weary as she sank her teeth into the muffin. She was only eating it because they were his and there were only four. She lived solely to violate him.

"You lucky you cute.. What's good with that letter?"

"I'm not writing you no damn apology. I'll admit, maybe I- Maybe I went a little...," she sighed. "Fuck that! You need to apologize to me! Where's my letter?"

"Talk shit get hit," he shrugged. "You been on one today."

"Oh like you your asshole finna be over my foot.. like a lil hat."

That tickled him. He leaned in and she faced away dodging his tempting lips to trash the muffin paper.

"Yeah aight." He went to get the next handful of bags and returned to see her doubled over at the trashcan.

"Eriiikk," she cried, genuinely in pain from a stomachache different from cramps. She didn't wanna think about junk food. She was dry crying as she felt his arms wrap around her stomach, massaging her pudge.

"Go lay down," he whispered. She hadn't put away a thing. "And I told you you'd get sick. That's exactly why we have rules. No more sweets for a week."

"No! You can't do that!"

"I can and I will. You have no self control so I gotta have it for you."

Bethany felt too much pain to argue. She laid on her stomach clutching her gut while Erik finished bringing in groceries and putting them away on his own. When he was done, he set up her heating pad under her and laid a bottle of water on her bed, sitting briefly to kiss her cheek. "Rest now."

"Mmmmm," she whined when he got up.

"What.. Hm?.. What you need?"

He rubbed her back firmly and when he moved his hand she whined again.

"Mmmmm."

Rolling his eyes he laid beside her and she immediately cuddled his side. With him there, she felt her pain begin to fade.

"You so spoiled."

"Whose fault is that?" Her face was pressed into his hoodie sleeve inhaling his clean scent. That's when her dad called and Erik answered her phone to speak for her.

"She isn't feeling well," he expressed. "Too many sweets, but she'll call you back. Yeah, for sure... Bethany," he glared after hanging up. "You owe me an apology letter for two incidents now, the way you acted in the store and when we got back. That's not acceptable behavior, princess. I better get a genuine letter by the end of the night or there will be consequences."

"My stomachhhh." Her face buried deeper into his sleeve.

"Uh uh." He felt like he was handling a child. "By tonight, Bethany."

"I shouldn't have to do this," she grumbled flipping over with an attitude. The sting from her asscheeks had long faded and her stomachache was leaving. Erik knew then that she felt better. "It's yo fault. You keep pissing me the fuck off."

"Careful.. Don't let the fact you on your dot make you think you safe. Tread light babe."

Her neck swiveled, watching him. She wanted a reaction. She felt herself getting turned on thinking about it. "I'm not writing you no letter and I don't care. Do what you gotta." She'd never admit it, but he'd started something when he spanked her. She was horny even then. Given, she didn't want it that hard.. he was too rough before.

"Bitch ass..," her eyes rolled as she turned back away. She expected to get popped from that comment alone.

"Girl I'll fuck yo ass up, don't do that," he spoke quietly.

"Do it then. You act like I'm scared this ain't Halloween."

"You don't know when to stop."

"You ain't Jason. Bitch ass.. You don't tell me. I'm the princess, I tell you." She turned to meet his eyes with a dismissive head jiggle and steeled herself, mentally preparing for him to unleash on her ass again. This time she was ready.

"Hm," he snorted with an unbothered expression.

"Ain't no hm! ..What? What you gonna do, Ike? Beat me again? Do I need to call an abuse hotline?"

With the tiniest smirk he got up leaving an empty space in Bethany's bed and didn't look back as he left. She wasn't done cuddling, he'd just triggered her attitude by bringing up apologies.

"Eriiiikkk," she called getting no response. He didn't come back.

"Mmmmmmm," she whined again willing him back to the room. She waited for him for minutes until she fell asleep and thirty minutes later, she awoke feeling fully better.

"Where are you," she called out looking for him in his room. "Babyyy."

He was playing a videogame in his underwear with his clunky headphones so she went in his closet to steal the coke white hoodie he'd been wearing. It smelled like him and she buried her face in it, inhaling.

"Are you mad at me," she whispered in her small voice, her hands gentle on his built shoulders as she pressed her lips into his neck. It was a moment before he answered.

"Nope. I expect my letter by tonight. Two pages."

"Baby.. You ain't gonna get that letter.. you're better off thinking of a different punishment."

"Nah." He continued with the game, speaking through the headset before coming back to the convo. "I want my letter. It's discipline, not a punishment. This is a respect issue."

"I do respect you."

She hugged him from behind but he didn't respond. He only responded to the other players over the headset, enthusiastically.

"Baby, I do," Bethany stressed, "I'm just a little stubborn.. you know that."

"You don't know when to stop."

She had no response. He was focused completely on his game and Bethany got the point. He wouldn't give her the attention she wanted until she apologized.

"Whatever," she grumbled.

It was lowkey funny to Erik. Her mouth was so reckless for her to be so damn clingy. He couldn't be away for 30 minutes.

"Fine, be like that." Irritated, she left the room.. with his hoodie like he wouldn't notice. A few minutes later she was back and acting like she was searching for something before she sat beside him. "I wanna play."

He ignored her intentionally, it being nothing for him to get a few hours of space and peace. He was glad for it when it came. Peace was rare with Bethany as clingy and stubborn as she was but he loved her nonetheless. There was never a dull moment. Was she crazy? Batshit. But no matter how bad she wilded she couldn't out petty him. That was his expertise. He ignored her until she got bored and left again.

He could play this game all day. All week even if she pushed him.

It took until 11:57 PM. He'd cooked dinner and they'd eaten. Other than that, he kept his distance. With no kisses, no hugs, no rubs, no booty pats, no sweet words whispered in her ear with his smooth grit.. the way she liked it.. she was hard pressed for affection. Wordlessly she crept into his room finding him back on the game and she handed him a handwritten note which he accepted after glancing at the time on his phone.

When she left the room he read it. It wasn't two pages like he'd said.. it wasn't even one page.

Dear Daddy,

Princess hates to be ignored. It makes her feel very lonely and that's not fair.

Sometimes Princess gets stubborn and she can't help it, but that's why she needs Daddy to love her anyway.

Sorry.

Love Princess.

Erik smiled at the note. She ain't learn a damn thing but that was her charm. He decided to go find her. She was on her bed on her stomach watching tiktoks.

"I see you chose punishment," he smiled sitting on her bed.

"No, I apologized," she said mockingly. He leaned over her putting his face in the back of her shoulder and she looked back, eyes softer.

"Punishment starts now. No kisses, no hugs, no massages until you can treat daddy the way you know that daddy requires and the evidence will be a two-page apology letter. That's not hard. This on top of no more sweets for a week."

Bethany gaped before fixing her face.

"Whatever," her head shook with attitude. He knew better by the pout in her lips and the lack of anger in her sad little eyes, she was close to actually breaking. That was his cue to leave. "Wait," she whined to his back.

"Nope. Goodnight."

She kissed her teeth. He gave it three days tops for how long she'd last and that was if he was generous and didn't tempt her. He didn't plan to be generous though, afterall.. that wouldn't be much fun.

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lunasblipsandblurbs · 3 years

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can u do something with the boys if they’re S/o hasn’t eaten for awhile and they notice 🤧 i haven’t eaten anything in 2 days and i feel kinda doodoo about it :/. Please and thankyou🥺

A/N: hi hi pal! I'm so sorry to hear you've been struggling lately, you just take it easy and try and munch on some favorite food/snacks and drink plenty of water if you can love 💖

TRIGGER WARNING: DISORDERED EATING PATTERNS

When he notices you won't eat w/ the Pedro boys

Din Djarin

Din himself doesn't really keep a strict meal plan or schedule himself. So when he sees the first day you not really eating he shrugs it off assuming you've already eaten or are just super busy like he gets. The second day is when he puzzles things together. So he decides to kind of plan his approach. He chooses to talk to you where you and he can be the most vulnerable. Under complete darkness nestled into the bunk smashed all against eachother. He holds you close while murmuring against your cheek "Riduur....I've noticed, please know I'm here. Taking our vows means I will protect you in the physical world and here". He says while gently tapping your forehead. He doesn't speak a whole lot but what he does say is always what you need to hear.

Javier Pena

Javi is going to confront you on this right when he first notices. When hes sitting down with his dinner and notices you aren't eating yourself he asks whats the deal? You try and brush him off explaining you weren't hungry. "Bullshit honey, what did you eat today? And when?" When you list you lackluster amount of food you've eaten in the past days he instantly recognizes this as a possible sign. He sits in contemplation on how to persuade you to eat but not in a pandering way. Javier stands up quickly and goes back towards the small kitchen. Before you can even ask Javi's already back and cutting his main course in half. "Can you help me eat this honey? Need to watch my cholesterol anyway, getting old." He winks at you as you pick up one of his utensils.

Frankie Morales

When Frankie first notices your gonna be also there seeing him slowly peice together the fact that ypu haven't been eating. "Love, you know you can come to me for anything right?" You nod totally ready for the long winded speech you have heard in the past. Instead he goes "okay good because I feel the same way" and just drops it. Well drops it in your mind, in Frankies he's in his mind building a plan on how to persuade you to get back in the habit of eating. He later on comes back home from grocery shopping with ingredients to make the food you both had on your first date. It was a stay in at home first date because the both of you didn't get paid until next week and you two were both too giddy to wait. He starts cooking with you sitting on the counter helping here and there. By the time dinners done both plates have comfortable portions on them and you two are eating with your ankles locked around eachothers.

Ezra

Oh my dear, Ezra knows this. He knows this feeling so well, the empty static that seems to fill your gut to the point of no appetite. And he consoles with you on those stories of him not eating for days on end after he lost his limb. He gets it he truly does but for the love of himself and you he NEEDS you to try something. All you two have are bits bars and those are already hard to stomach half the time. While researching local plant life Ezra came across a flower that produced fruit that resembles apples but tastes like the equivalent to strawberries and it's completely safe for humans to ingest. He looks back to you napping in the pod and scrawls out a messy note. "Went for walk, rest as much as you like my melancholic Venus." By the time you awaken and read the note the pods opening to reveal Ezra with a small bag full of red fruits. "Catch Ve, these are the most delicious thing I've eaten in over a month. Well besides your devine core of course." He manages to wheeze out nervously as he tosses a fruit at you. The color, so vibrant was tempting enough you just had to take a bite. And holy fuck is this your new favorite food?

Max Phillips

Max is gonna be a little bit lost at first on how to approach this. He's dealed with anxieties due to turning into a vampire but he's never not eaten. Hell he even will stop and get tacobell still sometimes just to taste the flavors. He's gonna find out when he asks to feed off you only for you to almost pass out right away due to lack of food. And ouch he's gonna look like a kicked puppy when he finds out your neglecting yourself. "Sweetheart please if there's anything I can help with?" He will sit down with you and start to line out a plan. What you both will be eating together (he already felt bad leaving you to eat by yourself before) he even offers to look into therapy for you if thats something you are interested in. "I know we joke that I like to regress into a stupid Frat dork but I'm here for you okay? No matter the time or day. You know I don't ~do~ sleep anyway."

Pero Tovar

Pero will notice from the beginning you start to slow on eating. You make him every meal so of course he's going to notice if you keep repeating you "aren't really that hungry yet, love." He's gonna try his best to keep his temper in check when he talks to you about the lack of eating. You try to persuade him to forget about it and open up the door for sex like how usually your arguments go but Pero shakes his head frusterated to the point for tears to pool in his waterline. "Amor, if you are....hurting you tell me, okay?" Even if it is hard to explain or you think it is something small please, Amor tell me." Shaken to the core by his display of emotions over your well being you end up sitting together in silence. You on his lap slowly sharing the stew you made for him tonight. It's a small start but its a start and thats all that matters.

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fweasleyswhore · 3 years

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Good To You - F.W.

requested by @jasminweasley

a/n: sorry for da wait i feel like doodoo fart

pairing: fem!reader x Fred Weasley, Lestrange!reader x Fred Weasley

summary: Reader is Bellatrix's daughter but grew up with Lupin and Tonks. She has a rare gift that lets her see into the future, her gift that she keeps secret fr a long time makes her relationship with Fred difficult especially as the war comes into full force.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: panic attack, self deprecating thoughts, mentions of blood and death

I stared at my hands as tears welled up in my eyes. There were times, times like now especially, where I felt doomed. The blood that ran through my veins was stained, dirty. My mother, Bellatrix was a notorious Deatheater. I knew one day she or her lord would come for me. I didn’t know when, this wasn’t something I saw, this was just an instinct feeling I couldn’t shake. The future could change, I knew this. Things, with intervention, can change. The outcome can be prevented.

This, I knew, would not be one of those things.

I shook violently, silently, as sobs racked through my body. My hands shook and I placed them on the cold ground to steady myself. My black hair fell in my face as air escaped me. Gulping I tried to breathe but it never sufficed. Scrambling to stand and fill my depleted lungs, I felt dizzy as I stood on my wobbly legs. I stumbled toward the railing. Looking down the dark landscape I considered it. Letting go would be easier, the height from the astronomy tower would do the trick. My grip tightened on the railing once more as I remembered Remus and Tonks.

They raised me, per Sirius’s request. They changed my name, they hid me away. They kept me safe. But they couldn’t change the fact that I am who I am. My blood is her blood, she will take me away. Y/N Lupin was who I wanted to be, I believed I was her for a while, but after seeing what I did. My lungs constricted more as I let out the first audible sob. I fell to my knees, still clutching the railing like a lifeline. The image of Remus and Tonks’ dead bodies, reaching out for one another, blood-stained, covered in dirt as I stood over them.

Bellatrix and Voldemort would come for me. I didn’t see it, I knew it. I would kill my parents, I didn’t see it, I knew it. My nails dug into the metal, scraping and falling back to the ground as air denied my lungs again, scraping at the cold floor I willed my lungs to fill, but they didn’t. The best I could do was short breaths that were gone just as soon as I heaved them. My head felt dizzy and heavy. My skin felt like fire and my tears felt cool against my skin.

“Y/N?” I closed my eyes, shutting them tightly. I didn’t need to have another vision, I couldn’t take it. The voice repeated itself, I dug my nails into my palms as if willing my body to stop. I knew no matter what it would happen, I was afraid to see what I feared most. That I was responsible for my parents’ death, the only people who knew the real me and loved me regardless, raised me with love, wiped my tears away, and tucked me in bed. I couldn’t turn them, I wouldn’t in my heart, but whether I wanted to or not was a question the Dark Lord considered.

Suddenly I was jerked back, my hands were crossed against my chest as I was hugged tightly into someone. Hair ticked the side of my face, I could feel their racing heart against my back.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?!” Fred’s voice spoke into my neck. His presence was calming and for the first time since I started crying, I felt air fill my lungs. I curled into myself, crying, and taking deep breaths in between sobs. He never let go of me. Holding me against my chest as he whispered small sweet things into my ears. My eyes, swollen, stopped leaking and my chest heaved. I picked myself up, leaning into his chest. His arms tightened around me, looking down at my face that rested against his shoulder. He pecked my cheek and nuzzled into my neck.

“Do you want to talk?” His question was whispered into my skin, I barely heard it over my uneven breathing.

Fred didn’t know who I was, he knew the facade of me I kept for my safety. I didn’t feel like a Lestrange in my heart, but the image replaying in my mind told me I wasn’t a Lupin either.

“Fred, there’s going to be a war.” My voice was hoarse and dry from crying. It hurt to use. I sniffled before speaking again. “Fred, I’m afraid something bad is going to happen, I’m afraid it’s going to be my fault.” My voice broke as my tired eyes teared up. I felt him pick his head up, he unwrapped his arms from around me, before I knew it he had turned me around so I was facing him. He picked me up and moved me on top of him so I was straddling him. He let go of my legs as I wrapped them around him and cupped my face.

“You. Are. Perfect.” He pecked my face in between words. I giggled at his antics, heart swelling with adoration for the boy beneath me. “You are on the right side of things, I promise. We are working with your dad, with the order, and with Harry in preparation. I know there will be a war. We are fighting, and I, am fighting for you, and for our future.” My breath hitched at his words. Speechless and unable to express myself verbally I pushed my lips against his. His lips worked with mine as I tried to express each ounce of love I held for him in my actions.

I pulled away and looked at him. “Freddie I don’t ever want to be without you.” It was true, Fred could make me forget, he could make me happy.

“Good thing I’m not planning on leaving.” He whispered back. I couldn’t help but smile. When we kissed this time and I lost my breath, I didn’t panic. It was a feeling I welcomed, breathing in Fred I no longer needed air.

A lot of things changed since that night, Voldemort had returned, although we all knew being friends with Harry but not the minister was behind us. Fred and George had since left and ran a very successful business in Diagon Alley, I finished school but now I work with them in their shop. My visions had hit me in full force, they were coming in more frequency and it was hard to continue and try to hide it when I would fall to my knees three times a day. Fred was noticing, George too, I blamed it on not eating or eating too much but the fear inside me grew. They knew I was lying, they always did.

I was holding a box of sweets when the familiar dizzy feeling washed over me, my body started to go slack and I ran to the counter and placed the box down. Gripping the counter so hard my hand cramped I willed myself to stop.

“Please.” I whispered hoping it would stop it but to no avail. I went numb as I was submerged into another view point. I watched as a hand I didn’t recognize stroked a cabinet, the door opened and at the bottom there was a dead bird. I heard a faint crying noise before everything went white. Feeling my body again I blinked as the shop came into view. I felt someone behind me so I looked up to see Fred hovering over me, his face was contorted in worry, his brows were furrowed and his chest heaved as he looked me over.

“Freddie,” I scrambled in his arms so I was facing him. “What?” I couldn’t tell if he was angry or upset, his face was expressing something I had never seen before, his eyes were distant and glassy.

“I am taking you to a doctor, a muggle and wizard one. Now.” He spoke with so much authority, I felt anxiety bubble up in me. The more frequent the visions came the more often he found me on the floor, out cold. We had multiple fights, each one ending with me saying I’m fine and him looking upset and checking out medical books from the library or apparating to his mothers then apparating back with tea.

He started to get up but I didn't. I just sat there, debating my options. I knew that the doctors wouldn’t help, it would be a waste of time and the more things heated up the worse I would get. “Freddie…” I spoke softly.

“No! We are not having this fight again, Y/N, there is something not right and you need help.” He looked at me pleadingly, outstretching his hand. I didn’t budge, looking at him with the same pleading look.

“I know why this is happening.” I spoke slowly, I calculated each outcome in my mind and my palms started to get sweaty as I felt the nervousness build up again. I was afraid he was going to reject me, throw me out, be angry. I knew I shouldn’t have kept it to myself but most of the things I saw aren’t pretty, I didn’t want to worry him with that but fear built up in me as I realized he wouldn’t see it that way.

I watched as he dropped his hand. He walked over to the counter, gripping it in a similar fashion to me before I fell. I got up and walked to the other side across from him. I looked at him, searched his eyes, waiting for him to meet my gaze but he kept it fixed on something behind me. I decided not to push, I leaned over and placed my hand on his gently but I was met with no reaction.

“Is it bad?” He asked, his voice was weak, a stark contrast to his current demeanor.

“Baby, I’m not sick,” His jaw clenched so I grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers. “I promise. Look at me, please.” He finally ripped his eyes away from whatever he was staring at. His sad eyes pierced mine, seeing his happy eyes which are usually filled with happiness and swirling with mischief now glossed over and dripping with fear. I saw through him in that moment. He was clutching my hand like it was the last thing he wanted to do. He was afraid of losing me, I equally was afraid of losing him.

“I can see things, I don’t know how but it happens and it's happened since I was a child.” I cringed slightly at saying the word child. “Uh, Lupin, he always suspected it was because of my blood.” I trailed off not wanting to finish.

“Blood?” He deadpanned. I knew holding back wasn’t helping and it was only making this harder. I sighed, squeezing his hand lightly.

“Fred I’m not Tonks and Lupin’s kid. I was given to them by Sirius who took care of me for a while but when he was prosecuted and taken to Azkaban that’s when Lupin got me. They changed my name for my safety, my last name used to be Lestrage.” I talked fast, the words tumbled out of me like word vomit.

“As in…” He trailed off and his eyes went wide. Swallowing I shook my head warily.

“Bellatrix, yes. Listen I’m sorry, they don’t know who the father was, they assume that its a pureblood but all my life I’ve had visions, I am able to see things before they happen and with things getting worse I have been seeing more and more. Dumbledore said it was a rare gift, one he hadn’t seen in a really long time I-”

“Why did you never tell me?” His voice was weak like before, I couldn’t decipher his emotions so I just answered.

“I have seen some unsavory things, I didn’t want to worry you. I didn’t tell you about her because I don’t see myself as her daughter. I like to believe that I’m more than my blood relations because you and George, and Lupin, you’re family.” Tears were streaming down my face. I was clutching his hand, waiting for his grasp to loosen to pull away.

“Darling…” His soft tone took me off guard. He pulled his hand away and I stiffened. I shut my eyes, waiting for him to tell me to leave, to get my stuff and go, never come back. When I felt him wrap his arms around me I gasped. I immediately wrapped my arms back around him and I held him against me. For the first time, I felt him. I felt him without the empty lies and the secrets putting a distance between us. I felt him and the world around us was gone, in his arms I felt at home and at peace. “What have you seen? Anything with us?”

I pulled my head up to look at him. He was smiling down at me as his eyes twinkled. “I just told you that and you want to know if I saw you?” I was amused with him, his antics made me forget the pain I was feeling in that moment.

“Well I just mean like in the future, do we have a few little ones running around?” He began swaying side to side as he asked and I felt a laugh escape my lips as I watched him with a happy smile. My tears since long forgotten.

“A few?” I shrieked out, I couldn’t help myself once the realization of his words hit me. “What do you take me for a baby machine?” He looked down worridley trying to read me but seeing my smile he relaxed.

“I just mean, I always thought we would have a big family. No?” His eyes flickered between my own as if coxing the answer out of me.

“I wouldn’t mind Weasley, or having the name by the way. I figured we would get there when we got there, after you proposed with a long beautiful speech that brought me to tears of course.” I rested my head on his chest as I spoke, listening to the way his chest rumbled as he chuckled at my words. I soaked up his warmth. I always dreamed about having a future with Fred. It was something I thought about a lot but we talked about it rarely. He would make small comments when he was sleepy but I didn’t think much about it. His forwardness now made my heart swell knowing he wanted exactly the same thing as I did. “To answer your question no I have never seen it, our future that is. But do I see a future with you? Yes, and there is nothing more I want than to have one with you.”

I felt his arms tighten around me as he rested his head on my own. “I think I like the way Mrs. Weasley sounds.” He whispered it so lightly I barely heard it.

“I think I do to, especially when it’s next to Mr. Weasley.” I smiled contently as I listened to him let out another low chuckle.

“Me too, Y/N, me too.”

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lovely-necromancy · 3 years

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A Cure for Insomnia CH 11

“Did I meet your friends last night?” Kirby asked as he unwrapped his crunchwrap in the driver's seat.

“uuh...kinda? Like Toby was with me when I gave you the Surge but you sorta just ran off with it.” you pause as you sip a bit of your Baja Blast. “Like a fucking gremlin.”

Kirby lets out a snort and lettuce drops from his mouth. He tries to hide his messy eating behind his hand. Failing miserably, you can't help but laugh at your friend.

“Wha' bout the other two? Kieth said you ditched 'em.” For a man who was trying to cover up his mouth he sure had the audacity to try and talk with his mouth full.

“They're Toby's roommates, I haven't talked to them too much.” he nods as you speak.

“Well I promise I'll be more...together,” he makes a sort of questioning sound as he debates if that was the word he was looking for. He can't really think of anything else so he settles for 'together'. “next weekend. They are coming right?”

After a brief pause he gets his mind back in place, “This weekend, picnic's this weekend.” You chuckle.

“Toby said they'd stop by. Don't think any are really people people.”

“People people?”

“Yup” not going to let Kirby rile you up as he often tries. Not that he could with his current brain power. Sleep haze still has him in it's hold despite being “up” for about an hour now.

Out of everyone in your friend group Kirby is probably the one you're closest to. Along with being a fellow Ace he's an ambivert and you two just instantly clicked over dumb D grade monster movies. He jokes you guys must be long lost siblings. Well he only started the sibling thing because multiple Hornets or other members of the committee kept thinking you guys were dating. Since then Kirby takes to purposefully calling you some variation of sibling when he shows any type of affection. It seems even just being referenced to being in a relationship squicks him out. You don't mind though you'd always wanted an older brother and Kirby is the exact type you would've wished for. The funny dork who was super easy to get along with.

Even when he steals your nachos...like he is now.

“I'm starting to understand the Cain Instinct.” you say looking him dead in the eyes. He lets out a roar of laughter and reminds you he bought “breakfast”.

“Dad tax and all that.”

“You're not my dad! Ugly ass doodoo head.”

“Is that what that kid said? I don't think that's right.” another thing you share is constantly referencing vines or tiktok sounds.

This of course led to an argument of what the kid actually said in the vine. Both of you were determined to get home and look it up to prove the other wrong.

After your breakfast Kirby started the truck as you put all the trash into the Taco Bell bag. You switch on his stereo much to his chagrin. Kirby got a CD stuck in the radio and now the only thing he can listen to is a meme mix tape he made back in high school. It was funny the first two months for him and now he prays that the novelty will ware off on you soon.

Though it has been a few weeks since he last drove you anywhere, and what can he say Discord is always a bop.

Kirby drops you off without much fanfare, you both agree to seeing each other next week at the picnic. Is it ironic that you want to call out for him to get some more sleep? Like you are the one who's been up since five AM and it's now eleven. But you have a medical condition, Kirby is just over worked and stressed beyond Hell and back.

Getting inside you have nothing really planned for today and while you could start heading out to thrifts to find something formal for Jo's recital you really don't feel like it. Productivity wise you've already had a pretty busy weekend so no one can really judge you for taking it easy and just merging with the couch for the rest of it. Even you, you can be so tough on yourself sometimes.

British Bake Off is just the thing you need to enjoy the rest of your weekend. A calming low stress but funny baking show. Just turn your brain off and lose yourself in the soothing monotone of the judges. It's nearly six in the evening when you finally shake off your lazy day haze.

Getting up, bakers still baking, you start making a simple dinner. Fried egg on toast sounds good. Also a good balance to your supreme nacho breakfast from this morning. Dressing one slice of toast in butter and the other with butter, a little mayo, and a dash of Tabasco before placing the egg on it. You head back to eat and continue watching the competition. Your meal fills you and gives the energy you need to continue “leisureing”.

After an hour you get up and wash the dishes from earlier. And while you have no energy to actually play any of your video games right now you do want to log in for your dailies.

A quick trip to your bedroom has you grabbing your laptop before returning back to the comfort of your living room. Couch calling you to it's cozy embrace. You half pay attention to what you're doing as you set up your laptop, muscles running on muscle memory more than any conscious effort on your part. You hadn't even noticed your hands flickering across the board and logging into your email.

By the time you do realize you aren't on your game's site you see you have a new email. It's from Barclay.

'Coming to ask for my help?' you think a little too smug that you'd been right about the cooking being too much for the man.

However, that wasn't what he was messaging you about. It seems he and Leo had been talking and the old man mentioned what your plans for cooking were.

Shortie,

Leo says you're making forager's pie for the picnic. Seasons ripe for ramps and mushrooms. You in for a little adventure through new unexplored territory?

...I'm hunting some lobster mushrooms, could use a hand or two Will share the bounty. ~Barclay sent 12:04 PM

An olive branch in hopes you weren't too sore about his rejection from earlier this week. The message and sentiment is lost on you since you got over that Thursday.

The idea of new terrain makes you a bit uneasy, however lobster mushrooms were pretty good and forage finds were really rare. Barclay grew up in these woods he probably knew what he was doing, not to mention he could easily know where to find ramps. Their flavor would really up your pie game. It's settled you're in for a forage date with big foot as your guide.

Am in Big Feet. When are we going? Sent 7:20 PM

Like with most things a waiting game began, down sides to living in a radio quiet community people weren't as attached to electronics because of the limited capabilities. But now that you know Barclay is emailing you, you can check your phone more often. Shutting down your laptop you close it before sliding it under your coffee table as you slide down the couch getting comfy.

It was two hours before Barclay got back to you.

Fantastic! Does Tuesday work? ~Barclay sent 9:42 PM

Barclay must be in a rush to get those mushrooms. You'd been thinking Thursday or Friday at the latest for the freshest mushrooms. Maybe he didn't need them for the picnic but a personal project. From what Jake has told you Barclay often falls into spells of testing out new ideas with the strangest of ingredients. With varying results but mainly positive ones.

Yea sure. Meet at the lodge after my shift? Sent 9:50 PM

Perfect see you then. ~Barclay sent 9:52 PM

Oki Sent 9:52 PM

Now that that has been settled you are free to continue your chill Sunday. Losing yourself to the lulling voices of the judges you hardly notice as you drift off. Warm in your throw blanket cocoon and cozy on the plush of your couch.

You jolt up right panting after being woken up by a loud bang. Or at least you thought you'd heard a bang, Sometimes auditory hallucinations came to you in your sleep no matter how well rested you were. The room around you is dark as the light from your TV is dimmed with Netflix's 'Are you still watching?' pop up mocking you for your marathon.

Without thinking you hit 'yes' and the bake off resumes. With the brightness restored you can see your living room and hallway are completely undisturbed. An auditory hallucination must have pulled you out of sleep. Nothing more, after all your stalker wouldn't get sloppy now, it's only been three weeks.

'That you know of.' seems to whisper and embed itself in your mind.

Shaking off the worrying thought you look at your phone to see it's now quarter till one. You are hungry and don't feel like cooking. Thankfully you have emergency white castles and fries in your freezer for this exact need. Getting up you go to the kitchen to microwave your food. Popping the fries in first you decide to head to the bathroom before that becomes a problem for you.

Before you go down the hallway you do end up grabbing the bat next to the bookshelf. The whisper from earlier clearly hasn't done much to settle your nerves after your rude awakening. Protection in hand you have a little less anxiety about walking down the dark hallway. You'd have to look into installing one of those cheap wall lamps from Home Depot to help you out in situations like this. Either that or a night light in your bathroom, you can probably get the night light done quicker. Maybe Leo sells them, you'll have to check next week.

You made it back to the kitchen after your bathroom break without any surprises, real or imaginary, jumping out at you. Replacing the fries inside your microwave with sliders, you snack on a few while you wait for the rest of your meal.

It's probably paranoia but you can't blame yourself for it as you continue to keep an ear out for any sound of abnormal movement within your home, as you eat and have the bake show low enough to catch the sounds of another person. None come, and you finish your food without incident. You're willing to chalk the noise up to a hallucination and your paranoia as valid but not necessary in this moment. Without much more thought you place your empty plate on the coffee table and curl back up in your throw blanket. Just like before you don't catch yourself as you fall asleep. This time you don't wake up until your phone alarm goes off for you to start your week and head to work.

The week has been much less dramatic than last week had been. But then again it is only Tuesday and you literally have gay brunch this Sunday. There will definitely be some sort of theatrics this week. Whether they come from homosexuals or your stalker is up to God.

Then later today you'll be going foraging with Barclay. And while that isn't anything dramatic it will be an adventure and, you hope, really fun! Your excitement has been tangible all day and you couldn't hold yourself back from focusing only on the clock in the shop all day. Even giddier than normal for the strike of five. With the energy rushing through you it amped up your tics but thankfully you hadn't hurt yourself in your excitement.

Even Nate is beginning to playfully tease you about your “date” with Barclay.

Great he must've been talking to Little Jo. What is it with this family and wanting you to date the lodge owner? Do you just look like the lead in a Hallmark Christmas movie that moved to a small town in order to feel the joy of the holidays? You could definitely get into the role but you don't think Barclay would be the main love interest for you.

Honestly he'd probably be the one all the viewers cheered for but you'd personally go for the puppy dog partner that has a scarred past. You have a type and your type is emotionally wounded and needing of love. That thought had made you chuckle as you and Nate closed up the store for the day.

Nate kept looking over at you throughout the day, and when he heard you giggle to yourself at closing he couldn't help the fond smile that came over his features. He could feel how his brows lifted themselves from their normally furrowed or downward tilt. He'd have let you leave early had it not been for the new procedures Big Jo had set. It's not often that your excitement shows so visibly. It's not often that the Cowell family has seen you happy like this.

But Nate understands it's not the crush that Little Jo seems to think it is, it's something more bittersweet. It's the excitement that comes from finally waning off of being isolated for so long. And boy does Nate understand that feeling. If he had to guess Nate would say you've been alone for most of your life even if you don't act like it. You need these little hangouts with your friends. So he does his fastest close yet. You both are out the door by five after and he bids you goodnight as you head to your respective cars.

With the close tonight being so quick you made it to the lodge and parked in the half full lot just before five thirty. Getting out of your car you noticed a familiar duo sitting on the stoop of the lodge.

'Something's wrong.' is the only thought you have as you walk towards the lodge.

“Hey stranger.” the brunette looks up to you at your greeting.

In this light you can just catch the slight movement of his pupils in his dark eyes as they widen in surprise.

“oh...hey?” he seems confused to see you here. Must not be used to living in a small town yet. He'll learn soon enough that you run into everyone all the time here. Sometimes multiple times a week as it would seem.

“You good?” motioning towards the hand on the back of his neck.

“Yea, fucking Bri-an Mrrow thought I needed this.” Toby moves his hand to show an ice pack that you assume he's been holding to the back of his neck.

“Heat sickness?”

“Nah, the RV's AC busted. I can probably fix it by the end of the week.” you nod.

That makes sense, after all CIPA affects thermal regulation, at least from a basic skim. You really need to get on that deep dive to make sure you're prepared for irregular injury prevention with Toby. Speaking of, the boy in front of you is just sitting here with Connor, why? Even if he's here to get a room at the lodge why didn't he just go in? Connor is a service dog after all not like anyone could turn him away. So why was Toby just sitting out here, especially if Brian thought he needed an ice pack to the neck to keep cool?

As if the universe heard your question and decided to give you an answer, Aubrey opened the door and poked her head out.

“Thanks for letting me put up Dr. Harris Bonkers. I'll keep him in my room during your stay.” Oh that makes sense Aubrey's rabbit normally has the run of the lodge. Even if Connor's a service dog and well trained Dr. Bonkers is still a prey animal with a weak heart. Seeing Connor may have stressed the poor rabbit out, if not nearly given him a heart attack.

Her russet eyes land on you when she opens the door wider to, you assume, let Toby and Connor in. They widen and Aubrey rushes in to hug you before stopping short as if remembering you don't appreciate physical contact.

“Hey YN! I didn't know you were coming over.” She says a little awkwardly mid pose for a hug.

You won't be saving her from the situation. With a smile, that she can't see, you nod.

“Barclay's taking me foraging today.”

Aubrey nods while lowering her arms and takes a few steps back so you and Toby can enter the lodge. The large foyer of the wooden chalet always looks bigger thanks to the deep red tones in it's color palette. From the dark cherry stained wood to the red rugs and table liners. Always feels a lot warmer too, but in a homey sense not the overbearing swelter of heat sense. You can't wait to see what it's like in the winter. Probably so cozy and welcoming with a fire roaring and the murmur of residents and tourist mingling over the winter festivities. There's a swell in your chest at the thought...it seems nice, you hope you're right.

'Hope you see it.' is the dark whisper that taints your thoughts.

You notice Brian and Tim are over at the counter talking to Barclay who is nodding along sympathetically to the trio's plight. He catches your eye and motions for you to wait. You'd been planning to, after all he's currently working.

Turning to Toby you see he looks a bit paler than normal, which should be a difficult feat. Aubrey had left you both, though you aren't sure if she'll be coming back with her girlfriend Dani in a moment or not. You decide to lead Toby over to the obnoxiously plush couch in the den.

It's not like the lodge is off limits to those who aren't guests, and seeing as most of it's workers live here their friends frequently come around thus using the amenities. After sitting on the couch Toby grabs at Connor's ears and starts shaking them. He isn't being rough with them despite the jerky movements and Connor seems to lean into the pet.

Just from what you can gather it seems like Toby has some pretty bad social anxiety. You really aren't sure of what you could do to help. He calmed down at the movie night with a distraction...oh that reminds you, you fell asleep on him. Figuratively and literally.

“I'm sorry for falling asleep on you.” probably not the most tactful or elegant way of bringing this up.

Toby takes a minute to register you words. Not taking his eyes off Connor or ceasing his movements he says, “Eh.” as he gives a muted shrug and continues, “Your friend...Kirby...gave you a ride right?” He said Kirby's name like a question. You'd have to formally introduce the two at some point. Probably this weekend.

“Yea, he's sorry about being a weirdo Saturday, said he'd be more “present” this weekend.”

Toby doesn't say anything more and you let a silence fall over you two. It isn't awkward, at least to you, and you're content to just sit and wait for a while. However, it doesn't take long before Tim, Brian, and Barclay are all entering the den.

“Knew they'd be here,” Barclay says to the other two, “Sorry 'bout the wait YN, Jake's comin' down to give these guys a tour an' set them up. We'll leave when he gets down.” you nod and give the other two a muted wave 'hello'.

It isn't long before Jake is sliding down the banister and leading the group out of the room before Barclay can get on to him about his juvenile behavior. Sighing at the twenty-three year old's antics Barclay turns to you and looks at what you're wearing. Hiking boots and jeans, perfect but one thing is missing.

“C'mon let's go get duct taped.”

“Duct taped?”

“Yup, keeps ticks from climbing up you.”

So you make your way to his office where he sticks duct tape, sticky side up, around each ankle and just above and below your knees. All while explaining how if a tick started to try and climb up you the tape would make them stick and stay there. You'd end up with less ticks on your torso and hopefully none at all.

In no time the two of your were in the forest two baskets in hand and hunting for your immobile prey. The ramps were super easy to find and the first you knocked off the hunt list. Barlcay said they grow in the same area every year, knowing this you may have to come and grab some the next time they're in season. You can already taste how good your forager's pie tastes with the new earthy tones. Actual mushrooms were much harder to find, aside from the lobster mushrooms you were really only looking for some hedgehog mushrooms. They aren't rare or extremely difficult to find but you two aren't having any luck.

Barclay suggested a spot just past a little pond, and while you didn't find mushrooms you did find some Black Raspberry bushes. Not one to let ingredients go to waste Barclay starts picking some, and you grab some too. Maybe baking an easy Black Raspberry cobbler will be your consolation prize. Though Barclay isn't as placated as you are with the unexpected find. The man is still on the hunt for his lobster mushrooms. So you continue scouring the path and a little bit off it in search.

“We should head back, it's dark.” you state plainly after a few hours of searching and remaining mushroom less.

Barclay agrees, but makes the comment that he'll probably come out again in a day or two.

“If I find any I'll still give you some or helping out today.”

“It's fine I've got my treasures right here.” You shrug it off, because while you are a bit disappointed, you still have ramps and the opportunity to make cobbler. It's not all bad. Barclay on the other hand, you know, will not be letting this go so you expect he'll hand you a container of mushrooms sometime in the coming month if not this weekend.

Getting back to the lodge Barclay helps you cut off the duct tape and disposes of it and the hitch hikers you picked up. He sends you off to shower and check for stragglers before he would allow you to go home. Thankfully you had the foresight to bring a change of clothes and after retrieving them from your trunk you do as you're told.

Barclay was right you hadn't had a single tick on you and you feel much better after a shower. Getting out you already smell the alluring aroma of Barclay's kitchen. You must have taken a bit longer than you intended if he was already done with his own shower and already cooking for the lodge. Heading downstairs with your duffle bag in tow, you are stopped by Dani at the door.

You haven't seen her in a bit so the two of you catch up and have a chat. After a bit Aubrey comes in with a Tupperware container of grilled salmon and veggies over rice.

“Oh I see, you were a diversion.” you said looking at Dani as you take the container. Dani gives a sheepish smile before running off to the dinning room, and after sending you a coy smile of her own Aubrey follows after.

You know you're more than welcome to join them, but you really don't have the battery for that and just want to decompress at home.

“Thank you!” you call out into the lodge, only leaving after hearing the distant chuckles drifting through the hall.

Opening the door you run right into someone. Looking up you see Toby, but he isn't wearing a mask. Instead he's wearing a large bandage on his face to cover the hole. In his hands is a box of similar bandages. Guess if they're staying for a bit he'll need them around the others.

Should you mention the others wouldn't say anything? That this whole place was like Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, but for the misfits or the weird and disowned? You aren't really sure it's your place. And you aren't really sure you're comfortable with how comfortable you've gotten with Toby. You're probably crossing some boundary by over analyzing him so much. And he doesn't even know you're doing it.

Toby knocks you out of your head when he backs away and gives you space to exit the lodge.

“Get home safe.” it falls out of his mouth so easily.

You've noticed he has a habit of saying that...why? There you go over analyzing him, you need to stop. Shaking yourself from your thoughts this time you look at Toby with a smile.

“I will...I think you'll like it here.” when you're in your car you want to slam your head on the steering wheel but Toby is still watching. Why did you say that, you're so weird.

#ticci tobyx reader #ticci toby #ticcitoby #creepypasta fanfic #timothy wright x reader #timothy wright #timothy wright x brian thomas #brian thomas x reader #brian thomas #masky x you #masky

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prometheanglory · 3 years

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10 facts about Ulysses? Please, k, thnx.

who da hell

ulysses’ best class is between practical magic or alchemy, but his worst is astrology... he’s still an honor student, but he just. genuinely has no idea what on earth is going on in there.

he can’t sing. he’s too aggressive with his speaking style and intonations to actually know how to properly control his voice

in terms of fish he likes to eat, he likes buttered cod. he thinks the texture of octopi is gross, but he’ll eat it if he has to. azul isn’t too sure how to feel about that admission.

ulysses doesn’t really get the point of a lot of video games. you’d expect ulysses to like an FPS game but no, he just really likes puzzle games. he only has facebook mom games on his phone...

on the note of video games though, i like to think he’s awful at justdance, beatsaber, and taiko — but when it comes to ddr, he’s shockingly good. leave him alone in an arcade with a cup of coins and he won’t leave the ddr machine alone.

he didn’t really get to interact much with like... fictional media prior to NRC, so he’s really culturally stunted. he will watch literally anything someone puts on though. that’s how he ended up binge-watching the entirety of octonauts.

ulysses can’t drink coffee or energy drinks because he drinks them too fast and gets a headache. he never learns. he will continue making this mistake because he has no self control.

ulysses can’t draw. he is absolutely shart at drawing. if u ask him to draw anything, you will not be able to recognize any of it. technically you could call it contemporary modern art, but he hates modern artists so it’s only an insult.

ulysses has no eye for interior decorating. sure he keeps his room clean but in home decorating games? he can’t decorate at all. he has no sensibilities. he just likes to put things anywhere. his animal crossing island would be an absolute wreck.

the only card game that ulysses knows how to play is go fish; board games wise, he can only do checkers. he knows how chess works but he sucks major doodoo at it.

#twst #twisute oc #answers #ulysses finn #tenfacts #do it for da uly stans

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et-lesailes · 5 years

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lily white in blood red // chapter three

series masterlist

pairing: curtis everett x reader

word count: 3540

chapter summary: reader experiences her first day of battle as well as a slightly intimate moment with curtis.

chapter themes: bloodshed, fighting, guns, masturbation

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notes: so sorry this took so long guys! i’ve had a little bit of a block and i’ve also been crazy busy. i hope you guys like this chapter!

You awake a couple of hours later to the sound of Edgar and Namgoong arguing, blinking sleepily as you slowly reach to rub your eyes. You see Curtis sitting a few feet away talking to Yona, clearly not interested in what Edgar and Namgoong are bickering about, but when he notices you are awake he immediately frowns in their direction. “Hey! Would you two shut up, already? Edgar, just let him focus on opening the damn gate.” He makes his way over to you, looking somewhat apologetic, his features already softening. “I’m sorry. I should have quieted them down earlier, but I guess it’s good you’re up now. Namgoong will probably manage to open the gate within the next ten minutes or so, he says this one’s a bit more tricky.”

He can sense Edgar and Tanya staring holes into his back, and he knows why. He’s become a completely different person for you already, and while part of him wonders if he should stop acting so suspicious, why should he hold back how he feels? He can’t help but feel he’s waited his whole life for you without knowing it, and he’s not going to let his friends’ judgment change how he treats you. You’re special, and you’re his.

“It’s alright,” you assure him softly, slowly sitting up and stretching your legs, your lips parting to let out a light yawn. He can’t help but stare at them, remembering how he had “marked” you earlier, wondering how patient he can be until your lips will consciously taste his seed rather than in your sleep. “You could have woken me up earlier, though, Curtis…”

“I wanted to let you sleep as long as possible. You’re not as… used to this as we are.” He figures this answer would at least make sense from Tanya and Edgar’s perspective, rather than making it too incredibly obvious that he’s spoiling you in every possible way he can. “Yeh, you’re a little fuckin’ princess, aren’t ya, sweet pea?” Edgar asks, though he sounds more amused than mocking-- for now, anyways. Curtis can tell he likes you enough to be somewhat playful with you in his naturally blunt fashion, but he can also tell that the young blond is wary at the same time. You blush slightly, shaking your head as you slowly stand up, wrapping Curtis’ jacket around your shoulders. “I don’t want to be, I want to help you guys.” You insist, and Curtis decides it’s time to end the conversation. “You will. Now stand back, Y/N, just in case there’s something on the other side of these gates…”

“There’s no one,” Yona confirmed, looking somewhat puzzled. “That is what I just to-”

“Are you almost done, Nam?” Curtis cut Yona off, looking to her father. The man gave a low grunt in response as he worked, and for some reason, you could interpret it as a ‘yes’. As the gates opened, you took a deep breath, ready to start your second day as a part of the revolution.

The first few carts were fine. You appeared to be going through the storage carts for the most part ever since Curtis had taken you, even a few kitchen carts where the chefs simply gave you weird looks before resuming their work. You notice that Curtis does not even stop to eat or drink any of the delicacies that are before him like the others do, yet he makes sure you are always fed any chance he gets.

However, you know better than to expect this revolution to be easy, and sure enough, an obstacle is thrown at your team before you could even expect it.

“Stay back here!” Curtis demands gruffly as he practically pushes you back into the previous cart, and you widen your eyes as you watch him charge headfirst with the other tail section fighters, all sorts of weapons coming into play. You can barely identify who the enemy even is-- Yona has taken your arm and pulled you aside to hide behind a counter in the empty cart, both of you crouched low and breathing heavily. You almost let out a scream when you hear a gunshot, but Yona manages to cover your mouth before you can even make a sound, your body practically shaking from fear. She seems more composed than you, but you suppose she’s used to this.

You barely start to crane your neck to take a peek, but she shakes her head. “Don’t,” she whispers as she removes her hand, looking down at you. “You should not look. It will not be pretty.” You bite your lip but slowly nod, figuring she’s right. Still, your heart is pounding. You don’t even want to imagine that something could possibly happen to Curtis, or any of the others, for that matter.

The commotion goes on for at least a few more minutes, but you notice that it is gradually getting quieter-- most likely due to the fact that more bodies are dropping. Who’s winning? You can’t risk peeking in case it draws attention now that there are less people on the “field”. Who’s died? You’re not sure how you would feel if you were to lose your team leader already. However, you do not even have the time to think about it; your gaze is suddenly met with large black shoes standing before you, shoes that are far too clean and polished to be Curtis’.

You and Yona look up to see a man in what would be a rather nice suit-- if it was not stained with blood. He is pointing his gun right at you, his face completely impassive. You are shivering now, partly because you’re rightfully terrified and partly because you cannot even fathom how… heartless this man is. What has he seen? What has he done? Not that you are dwelling on it too much, considering you might lose your life any second. For some reason, you are incapable of even making a sob. Yona is staring at the man with wide eyes, holding onto your arm tightly as if searching for one last action of comfort.

And then in a split second, Curtis is there, grabbing the man from behind and shoving him roughly aside onto the floor. The assailant tries to aim his gun towards him, but Curtis kicks it out of his hand roughly before stepping on his hand entirely; you wince hearing the bones crunch. “Look away!” Curtis practically roars to you, and you do not even question it-- you immediately turn your head, now only able to hear the sounds of Curtis punching the man over and over and over again, the grunts of pain from the now victim becoming weaker and weaker...

He knows he could have simply just taken the gun and shot him.

It would have been more clean. More efficient. Less energy expended.

But when he saw that bastard standing in front of you, ready to kill you with no remorse whatsoever, he felt more rage than he ever had in his life. This man did not deserve a smooth death with a mere bullet. No, with every punch Curtis is throwing at him, he hopes each one hurts more than the last. Fuck this guy.

The male’s face is practically unrecognizable at this point. It is a disgusting, gory sight. His hands are absolutely soaked in blood. And yet he keeps going-- the only reason he stops is when Edgar runs over, grabbing his arm and pulling him off. “Oy! He’s done for, Curtis, he’s feckin’ dead already! Chill out!” The boy’s strongly accented words bring him back to reality, the team leader blinking a few times before looking down at the body. Almost immediately after, he turns his head to look towards you. Thankfully, you are still looking away, though Yona is staring at him in horror. He sighs in relief. He does not want you to see these things. He does not even want you to see the mess of corpses in the next cart, but unfortunately, there is not exactly a way to dispose of them. But the battle is over now, and while there have been casualties on both sides, he still deems this as somewhat of a success.

“Namgoong,” he calls, breathing heavily. He is only now realizing how exhausted he is. “Open the gate. We’re moving forward.” He wipes his bloodied hands on his jacket, chest barely heaving underneath his thick clothes. “You. Come on.” He looks to you as he comes over, but before you can stand up, he has you scooped up into his arms. You blink in surprise, your cheeks barely turning pink. “I-I’m okay, Curtis, I can walk.” You insist, even feeling a little embarrassed upon sensing Edgar and Yona’s gazes upon you. “You will once Namgoong opens the gate and we’re in the next cart. But when we’re walking through, I need for you to close your eyes. Do you understand me?” The commanding way in which he emphasized his last sentence makes you immediately nod, biting on your lip. “Yes, Curtis. I understand.”

Edgar and Yona exchange glances, Edgar’s far more blatantly condemning. Curtis ignores this, instead silently appreciating how damn obedient you are, his mind taking him to slightly inappropriate places.

The original plan was to keep moving, but the team comes across a sleeping cart sooner than expected. While sad, it is easier to accommodate everyone with the casualties that have happened earlier that day, and you try not to think about this too much. The others, while melancholy, do not seem too shaken up by this fact. You wonder how often they have to deal with death, how many people they’ve lost. You take a deep breath. It’s not fair.

“We’ll sleep here tonight,” Curtis decides, and there is a collective sigh of relief as everyone sinks down to sit. Thankfully, this cart is also heated, and you watch as the tail sectioners who are left begin to strip out of their heavy, dirtied jackets. You look down at your own lacy white slip, more or less completely stain-free, and you feel guilt. Why are you here? What is your purpose? You can’t help but feel self-conscious that the others must hate you.

You’re suddenly distracted from your thoughts as you watch Curtis begin to peel out of his own heavy clothing. For some reason, it has not fully occurred to you that there is a normal body under those thick layers. It sounds ridiculous, but you cannot even imagine the man in a simple t-shirt let alone completely shirtless; and yet there he is, suddenly half naked before you. The others are looking at him too, but he ignores them. You allow your rounded eyes to flicker over his figure in curiosity. He is built-- not insanely muscular with perfect abs, but there is certainly definition in his torso and arms; you imagine that those in the tail section tend to gain muscle from the work they do. You can’t help but get a little red as your eyes drift down to his happy trail creeping up from the hem of his pants-- God, why are you curious as to what he looks like underneath them? You shake the thoughts out of your head almost immediately, suddenly feeling a bit hot.

He takes your hand, pulling you to the sleeping compartment in one of the corners of the cart. “You’re sleeping with me,” he states simply, and you blink but nod your head, actually somewhat grateful for this if anything. You are still feeling a little shaken up after today’s events.

He slides open the door of the compartment and helps you inside; you let out a slow exhale upon feeling soft mattress underneath you. He carefully gets in without saying a word to his friends, closing the door shut, the only connection left to the others being a small glass window on the door. You remembered your classmates always finding fabric or using their shirts to cover their windows when they did not want anyone looking in, and you feel a pang of sentimentality as you remember the acquaintances and even friends you had. What would they think of you now?

This feeling fades away as Curtis lays down with you in the limited space, his arms wrapping around your smaller frame. Your cheeks are more red than before, but you are not uncomfortable-- if anything, this feels good. You haven’t experienced much physical contact in your life. Sure, your mother gave you love and affection as a child, but when it came to touch between you and a member of the opposite sex? You could remember kissing a boy back in elementary school, but that was about it. You were not like your friends who explored their sexualities and snuck away to their sleeping compartments or even the shower carts with their male friends. You had just… never been interested.

And now, for some reason, everything has changed as you feel the heat on your cheeks as you consciously feel how close Curtis’ hands are to your butt, your head close to his bare chest. “What are you thinking about?” his deep voice suddenly breaks the silence, and you blush more. Does he somehow know what is running through your mind? You consider brushing the question off, perhaps answering with a lame “nothing” or making up something about simply feeling tired, but quite honestly, you’re not. No, you’re wide awake now, and you have an entire list of questions in your mind now that you’re finally alone with this man.

“What was life like on Earth?” you suddenly end up blurting out, tilting your head up to look at him with curious eyes. He blinks, adjusting his own positioning so that he can look down at you more properly. He is silent for a few moments, almost searching your facial features in a way as though wondering if he should answer or not, if it is worth it. He finally sighs softly, moving one hand up to run his fingers through your hair. You shiver. It feels good.

“I don’t remember it.” He says, and you find yourself barely frowning. You’re not sure how you know, but he’s lying. “Yes you do,” you insist, surprising even yourself let alone him. This is the first time you’ve “talked back” to him, and you have to admit you’re suddenly feeling nervous. You’re about to apologize but he slowly chuckles, the deep rumble husky and musical at the same time. “You’re right, kitten. I do.” He murmurs, and you widen your eyes slightly upon the sudden pet name. Where did that come from? And why do you like it so much? “Earth was… vast. Bigger than anyone on this train can ever know, no matter how many places they traveled to.” You think of the stories your mom told you, but you’re now more interested in his. “What was your life like?” you question, and he barely furrows his eyebrows. “Normal.” He answers somewhat shortly, though he does not seem irritated or dismissive. It seems as though he has not talked about this subject in a long, long time. “It was normal. I had a mom. A dad. A sister. They’re dead now.” You wince slightly at the sudden unfortunate ending, but he does not seem affected in the least. You suppose it’s been years since they passed.

“What did you do for fun?”

“Played ball. Sports like baseball, football. Rode bikes with my friends. Went to school. Had some family vacations.” He looks down at you suddenly, barely raising an eyebrow. “Dated girls.” You don’t know why, but you’re blushing again. God, what was wrong with you? And why do you want to know more? “Did you… ever have a serious girlfriend? Someone you loved?” you ask slowly, hoping it’s not a touchy subject or too invasive of a question. He still seems unfazed, shaking his head. “No. Nothing serious. I was still pretty young when I boarded the train. Barely twenty, or early twenties, I don’t know. It’s all a blur now.” You’re about to ask another question but he suddenly gives your hips a light squeeze. “And how about you?” he asks, deciding it’s his turn to do the questioning. “You’re a train baby. Like Edgar. What have you been up to all this time?” He leans down, murmuring in a playfully mocking tone, “Any serious boyfriends?” You blink but slowly giggle, then realize it’s the first time you have in a while. His expression changes for a split second, suddenly becoming more serious, a look in his eyes you cannot decipher. His grip on you tightens and he pulls you closer, but in the blink of an eye, he is back to his regular countenance, though even just barely smiling.

“No. I… I’ve never even kissed anyone, really.” You admit, teeth pulling at your lower lip somewhat in embarrassment. “I mean, I did when I was like, eight. But, you know, it wasn’t… real.” He blinks as he listens to you, and again, you can’t read what’s going on in his mind. Does he think you’re a child? Weird? Inexperienced? Is he judging you? “I’m surprised to hear that,” he says, and now you’re blinking. “I would have thought every damn front and middle sectioner there is would be lining up for you.” You blush deeper and he suddenly leans closer, his lips inches away from yours. “Can I kiss you?” You widen your eyes, your heart pounding. You’re not sure if you’re more nervous of the actual kiss itself, or of the fact that no part of you wants to tell him no.

“O-okay.” You manage to stutter, then silently curse yourself for sounding so lame. He does not seem to care, however, as his lips are suddenly pressed upon yours, his facial hair tickling the area around your mouth. You move your own somewhat slowly and hesitantly at first, not fully understanding how the hell to do this-- but he practically guides you. He kisses you with passion and intensity, and while you are overwhelmed at first, you are soon realizing that you love every second. You feel his tongue make its way into your mouth, pushing open your lips without waiting for permission, but you are more than happy to let him in. His tongue wraps around yours and you hear a low growl emitted from his lips, his body suddenly rolling on top of yours, one hand on the bed to support himself.

He knows he’s getting carried away. He knew there was a possibility of that from the moment he asked if he could kiss you. But he can’t help it. Your taste, fuck, it’s already so addicting. His tongue is practically down your throat at this point, all blood rushing down south to his lower region-- when you move your hands to hold the side of his face, for some reason, he feels practically feral. This combination of lusty actions and sweet, innocent touches is too much for him. Even hearing you giggle moments ago had done something to him, had made him feel things he had not felt in a long, long time.

But he knows he needs to control himself. Yes, he can be the one to guide you on this journey, but he has to take it slow. He needs to earn your trust. He needs you to want him, to crave him. Besides, he’s not so sure if he wants to take all of your innocence just yet. The fact that you are untouched and only for him to touch-- he wants to savor this for a bit longer. He finally pulls back, panting. You are staring up at him just as breathless, your wide eyes locked onto his piercing blue ones, and he almost groans at the mere sight in itself. He leans down and buries his head in your neck, covering it with frustrated kisses before forcing himself to pull back once again.

He returns to lying by your side, wrapping his arms around you. You aren’t sure if you’re disappointed or relieved. You certainly liked what just happened, but you also have no idea what you’re doing. Maybe it’s for the best that he’s stopped, but you have to wonder why he did-- did you do something wrong? However, he seems to sense your confusion. “It’s been a long day, Y/N. It’s best if you get some sleep.” His voice is even huskier than before, almost as if he’s straining himself, forcing himself to behave. “I hope that was a good first kiss, though…”

“It was,” you reply, suddenly cuddling closer to him, feeling a bit more secure and confident. “Thank you.” He blinks, almost amused by your manners, but more so… aroused.

Once he’s certain you’re sleeping, he pushes a sweaty hand into his pants. Just like the previous night, he lets himself come, chest heaving as he tries to keep his heavy breaths silent. He paints your lips lightly and delicately just as before, watching as you subconsciously lap at the saltiness with your tongue. “Good girl,” he mutters lowly, barely smirking, even chuckling slightly upon the way you barely smack your lips in your sleep from the unfamiliar taste. “I’ll teach you more tomorrow…”

#curtis everett x reader #curtis everett smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #curtis everett fic #snowpiercer #lwbr

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some-ikemen-snob · 4 years

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Pee Pee Poo Poo (Masaharu x MC) Fanfic

Proofread by: @the-voltage-diaries :D

Yes the MC has a name, I’m sorry to those that prefer (Y/N)

I was going to make a version w/ (Y/N) and w/o commentary but I just could not be bothered

“Please come with me to a party!” Rina’s hands are clasped tightly together in front of her. A look of nervousness covers her face. When she told me she had something serious to ask of me after work, I wasn’t expecting this. She knows how much of a risk it is for me to go outside, being a wanted fugitive and all. I don’t care about what would happen to me, I just don’t want her getting caught up in any of my problems.

“You do know how ridiculous of a request that is right?”

“Yea… but it was worth an ask.” She sulks dejectedly, whatever the reason may be, I want to hear it.

“Why do you need me for some party?”

“A few days ago, some new recruits were talking behind my back. They were poking fun at how I didn’t have a boyfriend at my age and claimed I was just into hook-ups.” If only they knew who she was dating, they would shut their traps. The thought amuses me but I know Rina wouldn’t like it if I threatened them to shut up.

“I got fed up with their remarks and told them I’d bring my boyfriend to one of their parties.” Hachiko has always been the brave but stupid type. “I didn’t want to bring some random guy because I felt as if I would be betraying you..” God, the expression on her face was adorable. A fugitive like me doesn’t deserve someone as precious as her. “It’s okay, I’ll just tell them he was too late to make it.” I know what I’m about to say defies all rationality and common sense. But hey, a man’s gotta trust his gut, especially when it comes to his girl. “Alright, you win. I’ll come to the stupid party, but I’ll be in full disguise mode and lounging around in a corner.” A smile that is worth ignoring all the rationality in the world erupts on her face. “THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” Rina looks as if she just chugged a pack of Red Bull down. She gives me a peck on the cheek, much to my surprise. “I’ll text you the location and time when I get my hands on it!” Picking up her feet, she turns around and heads for her room. “Wait.” I grab her right sleeve. Confused, she turns her head around to face me and at that moment, I plant a kiss on her cheeks. “That’s payback for what you did,” I give her a smirk. She mumbles something underneath her breath but it’s inaudible to me. However, judging by her slight wobble back to her room, I can tell she enjoyed it.

The day of the party, Rina has instructed me to come meet her by the bookstore in front of the station. As I stare at my perfectly put disguise laid out on my bed, I get a knock on the door. Inui peeks his head into my room. “Can you go pick up some groceries?” “Sure.” I can make it back in time to change into my disguise then head to the party. “The least you could do is pick up ingredients since you don’t know how to cook a meal even if your life depended on it.” A mischievous Hino peaks his head in. As much as I would love to blast his head for making that comment, I could never while Inui was here. “What’s with the get-up?” Hino turns his gaze over to the disguise on the bed. “Nothing much, just don’t touch it, I’ll be leaving now.” I leave the base with a very clear feeling that Hino would definitely touch it.

Moments later, I’m walking through the streets as strangers stride past by me. That took forever. I grumble with my hands full of groceries, making my way back to the car. The last item on the list were these stupid tapioca balls that I basically searched the entire city for. “She better make something good with them.” I tuck the list back into my shirt pocket, the name of the preparator was written right next to the desired ingredient. Rina’s scribbled name looks petite and rushed. She probably had the idea to make bubble tea at the last minute. I put the load of paper bags into the trunk and slam it down sturdy. “Now let’s go home and-” “Masaharu Ryuzaki?” What? “I think you have the wrong person, sir.” “Then turn around and let us see your face.” Crap, I don’t have time for this. Best thing I can do right now is… RUN! I break out into a sprint, hoping to get these men off my track.

“There’s nowhere for you to go.” In the midst of the chase, I find myself face to face with an inescapable path. How did they manage to find me? This is the first time I’ve ever been recognized with my disguise in. These sunglasses should have hidden my identity completely! (No shade but that is actually his in-game “disguise.” A pair of sunglasses.) “Hear me out gentleman, I don’t want to fight you or anything.” “Do you not remember what you did to us?” “I don’t even remember who you are.”

< Insert the mysterious men explaining a crime Masaharu committed against their group as he shows Masaharu a scar he gave him during their previous encounter. I can’t be bothered to write this up >

Finally, he finishes explaining. I look up at the sun which has already begun its descent. I’m going to be late at this rate. I wasn’t planning on shedding any blood today but my girl’s going to be waiting for me soon.

I stuff the gun back into my pocket, the men lay in anguish on the floor. (Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor). I didn’t kill them, just immobilized their movement. I look at my watch which has bits of blood splattered on it. Agh, damn! That fight took a hell load of time. If I didn’t have my gun on me, it’d have taken even longer. Rina won’t mind me being 15 minutes late to the party...right? I steer the car through the bustling city, not even making time to get home. The groceries and disguise can wait, hopefully they don’t mind seeing bits of blood on my outfit. I park my car outside of the train station, getting out to look around for Rina. Damn, she’s not in front of the book store, probably already at the party. The building is of walking distance from the station and with a parking spot already found, I begin my walk to the party. Entering the party alone must have taken her a lot of guts, even after what she told her co-workers. Plus, I don’t want to look like I just ghosted her on this meeting. I grab my phone out, I already told Rina that I would be late but she hasn’t seen my message yet. Rustling my hair in frustration, random thoughts enter my brain. Maybe forcing them to shut up wouldn’t be so bad an idea? (LET IT ALL OUT LET YOUR FEELINGS OUT, LET THE WORLD KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ALL ABOUT - Zela) No, get it together, Rina wouldn’t want you to do that. As I’m walking through the area, I hear a conversation that perks my ears. “We’re now officially husband and wife.” A couple snuggles together, leaving the marriage bureau.

“I can’t wait to see my lovely husband when I get home from work.” While their PDA makes me stay away from them, it makes me think. If Rina and I were married… when she came home from work, I would be able to welcome her home with a warm (yet deadly) meal, we could take a bath together and afterwards (insert something definitely NSFW). These fuzzy imaginative thoughts fill my head for the remainder of the walk.

This should be the right apartment number, I study the text Rina had sent me a few days ago. Light emits from underneath the door and I can hear chattering from inside. However, none of the voices belong to Rina. I knock on the door before opening it with caution. “Hello, I’m Rina’s husband, Rasaharu Myuzaki.” (can you tell I put much effort into creating the name?)

“Husband?!” I can hear the shock come from a couple of girls. Crap! I got it mixed up with the couple’s conversation. (SPY X FAMILY REFERENCE, IF YOU GET IT, I LOVE YOU)

Before I could clarify the mix up, Rina speaks up on my behalf.

“Yes, Masa- Rasaharu is my husband, so with this, can you stop talking bad behind my back, Chisaki?” I glance at who I assume is Chisaki, the one who started all of this.

“Myuzaki, you’re covered in blood.” A gentleman offers me a towel which I kindly accept. “Thank you. I work as a butcher so I often deal with chopping up pigs, especially pigs that think it is okay to talk shit about my wife.” I give Chisaki a look that tells her she better leave this country or she’ll be dead by midnight. My plan works and Chisaki immediately gets down on her knees in front of Rina and begs for her forgiveness. Three other women who I can assume to be part of her posse also do the same. Rina looks relieved, having this situation come to a close, however, there’s a hint of unrest on her face. “Now that we’re done here-” I tug at her waist. “I will be taking my lovely wife away, I hope you all don’t mind.” The confusion on Rina’s face is clear as day but she still leaves with me after saying her farewells.

The ride to the spot was a silent one, where Rina just spent the entire time trying to rub the blood off my clothing and face. (omg girlfriend goals <3) “Where is this place?” I stop the car near the edge of a cliff, the both of us get out and walk closer towards the edge. Before us is the city and the night sky. The lights create an orange like hue over the city, making it almost impossible to take my eyes off it. Compared to the noise and bustle of the city, the deafening silence here almost sounds unreal. “Found this place a while ago, thought you might want to blow some steam off here.”

“How did you know I was stressed?”

“As if you would be satisfied enough with just an apology from Chisaki.” Rina gives me a warm smile. “You’re right.” She cups her hands over her mouth and inhales. “EAT (doodoo) HONEY! I BET YOU CAN’T EVEN GET A DECENT BOYFRIEND WITH YOUR RAT ASS A T T I T U D E!” At the end, there’s a quick silence but then we both burst out into laughter. “That’s my girl!” I cup my hands over my mouth just like what Rina did. “TALK (doodoo), GET HIT.” At this point, Rina is doubling over with laughter. This little screaming session continued on for a while until our lungs could not scream anymore.

“...I’m glad you came.” “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well...before I even entered the room, I could hear them berating insults about me. I felt really down thinking that maybe you weren't really coming.”

“I sent you a text that I would be late.” Rina checks her phone and looks at me with a sheepish smile, “sorry,” she laughs.

“But luckily, your amazing husband was here to save the day, right?” “Husband? That is a very bold thing for you to say.”

“Why? You can’t see me giving you a ring one day?” I throw a little joke at Rina but her reaction is completely different from what I expected. With her face beat red, she punches my arm.

“Anyways, didn’t you say you were going to wear a ‘disguise?’” I can tell she’s embarrassed by my joke so I let it slide. “You’re not going to question the blood?”

“I trust that you didn’t kill anyone?”

“You’re correct, just had to deal with some guys from the past.”

“Oooh, look at my hubby acting so brave and strange.” “Now look who’s saying husband.”

We spend the rest of the night just bantering as I think, ‘she’d make a lovely wife one day.’

EXTRAS:

“Shouldn’t we be going home soon? I’m hungry.” Rina asks me.

Home? Hungry? Food? OH CRAP. I left the groceries in the car. I think of how much the car is going to stink because of the fish that was left in there for at least an hour. Fuck my life.

When I get home, I remember that I left my disguise on my bed. Entering my room, my disguise is missing. Instead, there’s a clown costume on my bed and all the clothes in my closet are missing. “What the ever loving fuck?” And there’s only one person on this damn earth who knew about this and would do it. “H I N O.”

Rina’s POV:

I come into work with a bright and cheery face. On my way to work, I got a free coffee for being the one millionth customer and got to pet an adorable puppy. So, tell me why, do I hear Chisaki blasting her mouth off first thing in the morning? “I heard Rina was spotted in the red light district with someone.”

“And he looked younger than her, is she planning on being a cougar?”

This isn’t the first time I heard this from them. I did not want to start a fight right then and there.

“I was not in the red light district yesterday and I do have a boyfriend who is older than me, in fact. If you want to see him, I’m willing to bring him to a party.”

“Really now?” Chisaki looks me up and down suspiciously.

“Then bring him. We’ll all bring our boyfriends too so they can all talk.”

“Oh how considerate of you, make sure to text me the details.” As I walk away from Chisaki and her grouper, I begin screaming in my head. IDIOT, IDIOT, IDIOT, I D I O T. Ahhhhh, how am I supposed to ask Masaharu?

After Masaharu gives me a surprise kiss on the cheek, my face instantly reddens. “That’s payback for what you did.”

“I didn’t know revenge was supposed to be this sweet.” I mumble under my breath, hoping he didn’t hear me. My heart’s pounding a mile a minute.

Ah fuck, Masaharu didn’t show up at our designated spot. I’m standing in front of the door. I’m already late and even worse, my boyfriend isn’t here with me. What was I expectating? More than this being dangerous, it was plain stupid.

When Masaharu called himself my husband, my brain went full on meltdown. H-h-husband? Is he into marriage roleplay? Anyways, I can use this chance to finally shut Chisaki up once and for all.

“Why? You can’t see me giving you a ring one day?” YOU DON’T JUST RANDOMLY PROPOSE TO A GIRL LIKE THAT!!!!! DJDLDSSDF. I punch Masaharu on the arm to hide my embarrassment, THAT’S THE SECOND TIME ALREADY IN THIS FANFIC (yes I just threw a 4th wall moment in like that)

“Hey Masaharu?” “Hm?” “Why does the car smell like rotten fish?”

When I get to work the next morning, Chisaki comes up to me. “I’m so sorry for talking shit behind your back for a while now!”

“It’s okay, let’s put it behind us now.”

“But I do have to say, how come you never told me you had such a sexy husband?” Wait what, excuse the fuck me? You wanna fucking fight for my mans?

#voltage inc #voltage romance games #voltage otome #fanfic #love 365 #love365 #dangerous seduction #masaharu ryuzaki #otome #otome game

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stinkyratshadowgod · 4 years

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Crazy Storyline Apex Theory (Part 2)

(Part 1 here)

Okay so you’re probably wondering what i could add with a second part? Well this second part is going to focus more on the new storyline mission story that was added yesterday and how i probably know whos the mole

Well first of all i want to shout out the person that posted a theory that talked about how none of the legends are the spy, and it’s actually an outside force (i recall being Hammonds Robotics, but i can’t find the original post) because thats going to help me explain my theory (also you have to check part 1 for more context and watch out for spoilers)

Well to catch up with what happened: -Crypttane moment -Octane and Gibraltar having a good time -Paranoid Loba -Revenant hacks...Hack -Everybody starts to suspect about Crypto -He starts to panic because the situation is similar to when everybody thought he killed Mila (poor boy)

You got everything? Good :)

The first thing i got suspicious over was actually about my baby boy Revenant, idk about you but he seemed a little...off, “Why do you think that?” Well:

1-He doesn’t care

It’s pretty common knowledge that Rev doesn’t give a *cahem* “doodoo fart“ about the other Legends, no, about ANYTHING. The moment he realised that hes a immortal simulacrum, at first he went full sicko angy mode against the workers of Hammond. Now, a lot of fecking years later, he seems to be more calm, but only caring about killing and nothing more.

But apparently the writers go “Yeah he doesn’t care about anything but hes willing to go after Octane, the artifacts and hes willing to hack Crypto’s drone just to scare Loba and the other legends” and while yes the last part is what Revenant loves to do with his eternal existance, the other parts don’t add up (and i swear to god that if next Tuesday Revenant tries to stop Loba from killing him, even tho thats all he wants, i’m going to riot).

So heres what i’m proposing: What if...that wasn’t actually Revenant, and maybe, just maybe, theres a bigger fish in the story than we first thought

2-Hack (i’m refering to Crypto’s drone)

Thats the part that most intrigued me: Hack getting hacked (it’s ironic, isn’t it?). Crypto told us that the drone is unhackable, but ask yourself: “Why he thinks that?” My proposal is that Crypto is a top tier hacker, and he developed the drone, so hes pretty much knows the drone’s weakness and he worked on fixing those weaknesses, but let me blow you away: He created Hack and he was a top tier hacker sINCE THE START (and by that i mean when he was Tae Joon Park) In the Crypto “Tales from the Outlands”, he was a pretty good hacker, so thats why in the start of the short Mila said “This place isn’t bad, but it’s still not as good as that shop down street (can’t believe they went out of business)” thus implying that Mila and Crypto had diferent hidding spots, aka: Tae had a target on his back because of his hacks even before Crypto. Also in the short, when Tae is running from the Sindicate agents, he uses the drone the same way we use in games

(P.S: You may argue “Well maybe he did some upgrades to the drones” and to that i say “I agree...but” the upgrades i am refering to is the buffs that Crypto’s drone receive (like the more health buff or the changes to the EMP). But as you can see, these buffs are more offensive focused, instead of defensive, aka not changes related to improving the drone’s anti-hacking system)

What i’m saying is the drone didn’t changed a lot when we first saw it in action, so the inner machinations, or in other words, the interior part of Hack didn’t changed a lot, so basically if you saw Hack in the past and Hack now, it wouldn’t have changed a lot, so the way the drone works stayed the same. You may see where i’m going and you may argue “But the only people that know how Hack works is Crypto” and then i say “and Mila”. Think about it: They both grow up together (they’re brothers), and in the short it’s presented that they’re both hacker genious (I talked more on part 1 and yes this is me asking you for checking it out since i put a lot of work in it only to Tumblr to eat it with no emotion), so the only people that knows how Crypto AND THE DRONE operates is Mila, and to ellaborate how she really know how the drone works, i call for

3-Lost Treasures

In the trailer Mila used the drone to communicate with Crypto. “How?” is still unknown, but i imagine (and how i explained in my part 1) is that Mila, knowing how Crypto’s drone works, she remotely hacked Hack to send the message, thus confirming that a) Mila could be alive; and b) There is ways to hack the unhackable, which brings me to my next fact:

A weird detail that i discussed in the part 1 of this theory is that Revenant isn’t capable of hacking (and if you try to use the “Silence” ability as a way to justify “the hack”, then i must remind you that it actually works more like a EMP than a hack. And if you try to say that “hes a robot” that would be robophobia since not all robots are good at hacking) so it’s weird that he managed to hack the drone (and the reward menu during the override event), so heres what i propose:

4-The TRUE Mole

What if Hammond is using Mila’s hacking abilities to hack the drone and then impersonate as Revenant just to make the legends turn against Crypto.

Hammond have been watching Revenant during the games for some time, so by now they know how Rev acts and speaks, and since Hammond also knows about Loba and her interest and goals, knew exactly the conflict that they are facing

Heck they even know how all the legends behave because of the Apex Games, so that would explain the mole using the diferent ways the legends speak in the first part of the storyline when they wrote the letter to Revenant

And Crypto have been a common enemy to Hammond and the Sindicate for a long time, and it wouldn’t be a surprise to find out that the Sindicate knows that Crypto is in the apex games (it’s a world wide famous channel, not the best place to hide and try to “find the truth”). So the suspense of who could be Rev’s spie would really make people turn against one, and Crypto unfortnally was caught in the trap

I would go as far to say that they know about the progress with the artifact and how the Legends pretend to betrayl Hammond. “How?” and for that i say that the true mole all this time was actualy Crypto.......’s DRONE. You may think that i’m going bonkers but this would actually make sense: the drone has visual and auditorial functions (shown by the “Lost Treasures” trailer and gameplay), so whoever has access to the drone theoretically has access to all the conversation that the Legends have whenever Crypto was present (because Crypto and the drone are inseparables)

Also that could draw a connection with the name “Mole”. Don’t yall think that it’s weird that “mole” is the name applied to the spy that is leaking information to Revenant? So let’s take a closer look to the animal with the informatiob that we have: A mole is a mammal that lives underground, with sometimes going to the surface; Now draws that connection with the spy mole that is theoretically hacking Crypto’s drone during conversations: They are hiding in the shadows, and whenever the Legends are done retrieving the artifact, they “pop” to the surface to listen to the conversation.

Final-Mila and her possible Legend abilities

With all that in mind, i strongly believe that there is no better “next legend” than Mila, but a Winter Soldier version of Mila, brainwashed and trained to get rid of Crypto and try to steal the artifact by the end of the storyline

And with what i discussed today, i also believe that Mila’s abilities are going to be related to mimic other Legend’s abilities (i may discuss about it in another post)

So thank everybody that read everything, if you liked the theory, like and reblog cuz i worked to the bone. Also if you have something you wanna comment or add, just DM me (Let’s hope that Tumblr doesn’t eat this post)

#apex legends #apex theory #revenant #apex revenant #revenant apex legends #crypto #apex crypto #crypto apex legends #tae joon park #mila #apex mila #mila apex legends

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randomnameless · 4 years

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Since the new Star Wars will be released in less than a week, I’ve been binge watching some of my favourite episodes...

I’m a bit surprised, but given how the original sixology (? the first 6 episodes) all revolve around a certain character who fell to “the dark side” and then was redeeemed, i couldn’t help but think about a certain game -

Ani’s the chosen one (tm) and knows it.

It goes over his head, makes him arrogant, his descent to madness is kind of gradual but it is well portrayed (unlike his romantic plot) - he really wanted to save the mom he never forgot but was forced to and now his wife is going to die and he must do something to prevent it because he is just so strong isn’t he supposed to be the chosen one (tm)?

Ani murdering children is never whitewashed. Ani, in his madness, tries to kill the one he swore to protect.

Ani doing all the shit he does in Episode III is, and will never be whitewashed

There is this “split-persona” thing where Darth tells Luke that Ani’s dead (just like Obi-Wan says Darth killed Ani) but in the end, we discover that the real Ani never died and there was still some part of him buried inside Darth’s evil looking armor.

(Ani never realising that the force is strong in his daughter when Luke says it is is on par with Princess Julia shenanigans, the plot never wanted it to happen but it had to be mentionned in some weird way)

so yes, at the end of the 6th movie, Ani’s kind of redeemed and appears as a force ghost.

GG Ani?

I thought Ani was a nice parallel to another mask wearing authoritarian character we know.

Granted, Anakin is shown to be subservient to Palpatine (calls him master and does whatever he wants - even if i read on the wiki that he tried to kill him after learning that Padmé died?) when Edel’s not so subservient to her uncle Arry.

Both were manipulated by external forces who are actually the reason why they suffered (even if it is not that simple in Star Wars? You can make the argument that Palpating was nurturing the “asshole” streak of Anakin, but he was still an asshole ?) and choose wrong pathes - Palpatine deceived Anakin into killing Windu and isolated him from the Jedis, Uncle Arry experimented on Edel and is apparently the reason why she’s so lonely and can’t trust anyone, save for Hubert and Billy.

But Anakin is called on his bullshit, by Padmé - the one he sacrificed everything for. Confronting his wife, Ani reacts violently and tries to kill her.

(it is never said why “she died in childbirth” apparently she lost the will to live so bar the WTF YOUR CHILDREN ARE YOU GOING TO LET THEM ALONE BECAUSE YOU DON’T WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE??? - I think it’s pretty implied that when Anakin tried to kill her she lost it, she couldn’t save him, she knew he still had “some good left in him” but she knows she isn’t the one able to call to him)

When Ani realises that Padmé and their kid (remember guys, those people can sense pregnant women being alive but not two force sensitive babies inside said pregnant woman, i mean sense a daughter) died he breaks (tries to kill his master?) and becomes the souless husk we see until Luke comes in.

Thing of importance here : Anakin is called on his bullshit.

A certain someone from Fire Emblem’s latest opus is never called on her bullshit, let it be her odd allies, the fact that Kronya used to be a thing, why Jeralt died or the funny experimentations on peasants.

Anakin, angry that his beloved doesn’t react like he planned, kills her (tries to) violently.

He then has to fight his sensei

Billy never tells Edel that nope, Rhea isn’t the Goddess the Church is venerating, the real Goddess lives in their head, or that Edel’s story about Nemesis and the relics is doodoo. Would Edel have reacted violently and tried to kill Billy?

SS plays the scene where sensei has to fight his wayward student as a tragic thing but there is nothing on par with Obi-Wan and Ani’s duel on Mustafa. We’ve seen Obi-Wan raise, as much as he could do, Anakin, who was naught but a brat. We saw them spend time, do missions etc, together. Even share jokes!

Anakin tried to killed Obi-wan, and all of his former allies (the Jedis). He managed to kill (he and Sidious) a crapton of them (even babies!) but the one in front of him he has to kill is his father figure, his mentor.

When Ani “I 8 U” memetic words are heard it’s a parallel to Obi-Wan’s “I thought of you as my brother” “I loved you” - there is no returning point here. Kenobi’s torn - Anakin became their enemy and he dealt with him accordingly (alway being on the defensive and severing his legs after warning him that it was useless to continue) but still showed sadness.

Billy? Is shown to be sad?? But why? Where is the weight? They spend (in SS?) a year together?

Sadly Billy also spent a year with Bernie’n’co and Edel tried to kill them. Was he closer to Edel than to Bernie’n’co? Nothing prevents Billy from reaching supports with the other BE students - so if Edel confessing her torture to Billy could be seen as that big thing for her, why should it be different than, say, Bernie confessing that her dad wanted to make her a good wife, Dorothea more or less confessing that she used her talents to get a place in the academy or Ferdie’s insecurities about being the eldest son of House Aegir?

“But Rhea is an evil baby-eating monster; the church lied to everyone”

Note that Obi-Wan never says that Anakin’s distrust with the Jedi Council is unfounded (during episode III iirc) or that he’s plain wrong.

Obi-Wan considers Anakin dead because he tried to kill Padmé, because he fell to the Dark Side, and because he effing cut babies (i don’t even know if Obi Wan knew about Ani’s role in Mace Windu’s death).

Just because one party did shit it doesn’t enable you to do way worse shit

Morale (one of them?) is that I don’t know Star Wars universe like I pretend to know FE.

But if there is one thing I loved in Episode III and in the subsequent episodes (4 5 6 and even 7 where Ben’s entirely wrong about grandpapa) is that while Darth’s story is a sad story (Palpatine manipulated him), he found his redemption doing the only thing he could, at the cost of his life - saving Luke and embracing his Jedi persona.

And yet, does it absolves Ani of everything he did? Hell no!

Anakin-Darth dies. He doesn’t get to live a fruitful life with his son (and daughter he only discovered in the last minutes of his life despite having meet her earlier), he dies.

Pilling on all of the shit he did deprived him of living the perfect life he envisaged with his wife and Luke (maybe Leia if we insist).

He might not be alone when he dies, he still dies as the empty husk of what he used to be and what he had been for years.

Ani lost everything, but in the end, thanks to his son, he found his jedi pride/self or something like that.

Edel? Doesn’t face consequences of her shit.

So no Sensei trying to kill her, or if Sensei does it’s painted as a tragedy for reasons we don’t really know because, hey, Sensei is also the Sensei of the other BE - there’s no special Edel exclusive bond with Sensei (and no as i said earlier, revealing her tragic backstory in supports doesn’t count, because Bernie and Ferdie did the same thing).

Edel doesn’t lose Sensei, since the loli in Sensei’s head doesn’t see anything wrong with her daughter having been turned into minced meat due to her race and fuses with Billy or some other shit to explain why Sensei’s defective - since birth - hearth suddenly starts beating (is it the moment where Billy realises that shit, without Rhea i’d be a dead baby in the end i owe my life to her?)

Since Edel never loses anything of importance, Edel never learns.

When Edel threatens her nuncle it’s funny, when Anaking turns against Sidious (after having watched the prequels) it’s satisfying and cathartic - finally, Sidious who used to dispose of his minions right and left tastes his own medicine as in, he who betrays must expect some sort of betrayal.

Edel gets to live with her significant other even when she wanted to kill Billy (in the tomb and with the “we don’t need gods anymore” “i’m the vessel of god she kind of fused with me do you mean you don’t need me anymore??” but the last one is never adressed in the game :p) when Anakin has to live with the (distorted) fact that he killed Padmé.

They still share some loltastic moments.

When Ani argues to Windu that Palpatine can’t be executed without a trial, Windu says fig it.

But Anakin never gave a fair trial to count Dooku or to the Tusken Riders he rekt a long time ago (in episode 2)...

TFW due process only concerns senators...

Tl; Dr : Even Anakin, in all of his pear-slicing glory is a better written character than Edel.

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DISCLAIMER; THIS HAS BEEN IN THE MAKING SINCE DEC 2017, I was just too shy to post it. Keep in mind that I'm not in any way, shape, or form trying to put my headcanons or interpretation of lore over anyone else's and this is pretty much just a general long-form run down for my roleplay blog to help people who aren't familiar with RS, so for my non-RS friends it's more of an explanation of how this 'tall ancient magic alien man' is and works. Physiology and some other cultural blurbs with the occasional emphasis on Sliske, because, well, that's what my roleplay blog is for. This is also mostly a passion project since I'm pretty fixated on this, if you read this at all, kudos to you and ily, ty for coming to my Ted Talk about this. Special thanks to people/friends who put up with me ranting abt this obscure fandom and helped me flesh out headcanons, and @theresiidentdevil the artwork that i commissioned that i use way too much bc devil really... really did my version of snek man nice. Other imgs used are scrounged from ja.gex’s concept arts and etc. ONCE AGAIN THIS IS NOT CANON, AND JUST MY PERSONAL HYPOTHESIS, feel free to reblog but please don’t like... edit or try to give me heavy crit or come @ me with some lore bit from so-and-sos tweet that I am wrong and am a doodoo head or something. This was just a spot o’ fun and please don’t try to drag my interpretation or expunge this for laughs on the official lore discord. I’ve seen it done before and it’s not cool. individual creative interpretation is beautiful, mob bullying is not.

To kick things off, the Mahjarrat are one of a few ancient tribes that live on the ash, lava, and stone wasteland that makes up the dead planet of Freneskae. They are highly skilled in magic and intellect by nature, as well as living by a firm form of kratocracy; a government by those who are strong enough to seize power through coercive power, social persuasion, or deceptive cunning. Along with this, their survival revolves around two rituals, one of death and sacrifice, the other of life and breeding. That right there should tell you a LOT about them, socially.

HEIGHT.

Height varies from Mahjarrat to Mahjarrat, they are always going to be towering over most species, and most humans, as lore states that they generally are 1.5x the average human height. Sans that one wild ass gene of hyper height that makes gargantuan Mahjarrat like Lucien and Zemoregal, who tower over even Azzanadra's spike pope hat. Sliske himself stands at an 8′4 height, but that's just my headcanon for this blog's sake.

SKULLS / BONES.

The Mahjarrat have thick skulls, if this wasn't pretty obvious with the additions of dual lines of bony ridges running parallel from the brow to back of the skull, and lower. Some, but not all individuals have rather, short horns as their 'first ridge' before normal ridges. They also seem to have a subtle browbone ridge above each eye. Sliske, as well as some of the canon Mahjarrat we know, have these short horns and I like to exaggerate them a bit as sharp and more obvious, because who doesn't love horns? I'd imagine there are also ridges across other parts of their bodies such as the shoulders, elbows, knees, smaller ones on the knuckles, and perhaps down the back and along the hips. Go wild. Anyways, their skulls are thick and heavy, as in if it comes down to having to head-butt someone at the sacrificial ritual as a last resort physical conflict when magic is exhausted, someone is going to be using every exploit they can to survive. Anything counts when your life is on the line.

*above concept art is of their lich-like forms. good for seeing skull shapes.

Most also have rather large jawbones and powerful jaw muscles, and have a decent bite force to clamp down; like above, can and will use the force of their jaws if they have to with a good 1,069 psi (pounds per square inch), a little less than a hyena, meaning they can break bones with enough force. The main reasoning for this is their powerful mandible adductor muscles and the leverage needed to keep their jaw closed in their lich-like forms with the loss of skin and some atrophy, when they begin to run low on energy before every 500 years ( more on this later ), otherwise their toothy jaws would be hanging open and they'd look quite silly. It's quite rare for a Mahjarrat to bite unless as a last resort attack, out of spite when healthy ( almost as if saying 'you are weak and aren't worth the waste of magical energy' ), or for other minute reasons. Males tend to have very pronounced 'spikes' on their chins and larger skull ridges, but it's not completely unheard of a female having a 'spiked' chin and larger ridges. Sexual dimorphism isn’t too well explained or solidified by Jagex, we haven’t really seen much due to the few living Mahjarrat we see.

TEETH / CONSUMPTION.

personal interpretation of sliske’s teeth here.

Speaking of teeth, Mahjarrat have exceedingly sharp teeth for being part of a race that is not carnivorous or needing any sustenance at all. They have more teeth than humans (not really canon, just my personal interpretation, I prefer them being very Alien over ‘grey human reskin’); while almost every tooth has a sharpness to it, be it incisors or tines in the molars. Their front teeth seem to be ridged with smaller points, you probably don't want to get nipped by them, even if it's just playful or affectionate (uh, whatever they deem as affection). It's a real shame that Sliske seems to enjoy this, in the few moments he puts on a faux air of affection to scratch an itch or when deciding to use seduction as a ploy to further his manipulation or intel gathering, among other rare, convoluted feelings towards someone he's 'affectionate' with. Teeth shape and sizes can vary due to the Mahjarrat way of breeding and eugenics to create survivability through offspring on what traits work. Basic Darwinism, tbh. Following my ever favorite serpent motif for Sliske, you can expect his teeth to be pretty ophidian/snake-like. Due to my headcanon to their dark blood color, Mahjarrats may have dark or black gums. Small addition: babs do have sharp defensive baby teeth that fall out into hellish adult ones. Nice.

Mahjarrat do not need to eat or drink, as they are fueled fully by an arcane energy that they receive from rituals, and slowly deplete this over several centuries. Their power can last even longer if an individual is stingy with their power, or unaware of their power like Kharshai, who spent several centuries in a human guise hardly using any energy while unaware he was even a Mahjarrat. Despite not needing sustenance, it's not unheard of for Mahjarrat to attempt eating or drinking for whatever reason, be it pleasure or to emulate others. Hazeel's memories almost adorably describe some Mahjarrat attempting to sit and politely eat with humans to 'bond with them', despite them later having to regurgitate what they had eaten and Hazeel's repulsion at any creature eating at all. Several lore snippets include Zamorak enjoying wine and in Kindred Spirits, Sliske making the comment he may be drunk after downing the contents of a bottle. Whether or not they actually can become inebriated or have any sort of digestive system to even mildly uptake anything is debatable. For headcanon's sake, I like to think Sliske has no issue with pleasure eating and for taste, especially chocolate, fully knowing he'll have to bring it back up later. Most Mahjarrat have tongues that can be dark in color to only slightly brighter due to their dark blood color. Like horns, some end up with a slightly bifurcated tongue tip, some do not and have a single, sharp tip. Sliske is an extreme mutated case and has a very obvious black, snake-like, forked tongue. Just don’t ask him to do the thip thip because he won’t.

(WHERE’D YA GET THOSE) EYES / SENSES.

Usually, A Mahjarrat's eyes correspond to the color of the jewel embedded in their crown, but not always. They have very, keen eyes and their eyesight is exceptional to suit the darkness of Freneskae due to the constant ashfall and cloud cover. They can see short distances, but farther into heavy smoke and ash than most species, and can indeed see in the dark with excellent night vision and have a structure similar to an animal's tapetum lucidem, which is what reflects light and makes that eerie glare you see from animals in the dark. Due to spending a lot of time on Freneskae and being well adapted to that environment, it was quite a jolt for them to get accustomed to sunlight on Gielinor when brought during the Menaphite War, as they were used to heavy 'cloudy' weather due to ash blocking out what light they did get, and being used to the constant lightning strikes and the glow of volcanic rifts and lava pools. But they adapt quite well and while they still prefer muted lights, they have no problem in the sunlight after adjusting a bit. Think of when it’s a sunny summer day and you leave your dark house and how for a few minutes you have to acclimate. Sliske has the most trouble with this, seeing as he still spends quite some time in the darkness of the Shadow Realm which is hazy and muted in light. He's quite prone to straining and headaches/migraines from bright lights on Gielinor ( and Earth since a lot of my writing takes place on Modern Earth ).

Mahjarrat have fairly acute senses and sharp ears, and while most concept art shows them similar to human ears, why not lorge, sharp, and pointy ( as not to be so human )? Plus, imagine a few with larger, pointed ones that flick when irritated. That's cute, but deadly. They can hear fairly well and can hear you talking shit. Not exactly up to par with a bat or a moth, but quite up there with horses or cats. I'd imagine the rest of their senses are pretty keen despite not using taste or smell as much as a human, but most senses are still fairly above a human’s.

I'm not exactly sure how they'd fare in the aspect of touch, but it is known that they are very, very strong and can break bones with their bare hands. They have exceptional strength in their bodies and despite teleporting some ways, I'll bet most of them are decently muscular or lean under those robes due to their solidity and a bad example perhaps, but, uh, have you seen Zamorak's exposed chest? I'm sure 'godhood' didn't change that much, albeit some. Who wouldn't love a decently built Enahkra who will hand your ass to you? A babe. Sliske himself, while being one of the leanest of the Mahjarrat, probably has core strength and broad shoulders under those pauldrons. I'd like to imagine he'd also ( as some other of his kin) would be pretty flexible and train his Praetorians to be similar and absolutely strong in the event of having to resort to physical combat or maneuvering out of capture. Most of them were born on Freneskae, a planet made of plenty of solid rock/crystal cliffs and caves, they made pilgrimages pretty often to the ritual site, so some rock climbing was probably involved as they grew. Plus, image small, child Mahjarrat, not able to teleport or be proficient in magic, just out on a day with less lightning, climbing around, chucking rocks into lava for fun. I'm getting off-topic and we'll talk about babbies some other post.

SKIN / STRIPES / SCARRATIONS.

personal interpretation body/stripe of sliske here. (mildly nsfw)

Skin colorations are usually running the gamut of dark grey, pale grey, and dull color such as a grey-green, grey yellow and more. It's also notable that Mahjarrat are shapeshifters and are known to slowly take on the appearances of the conditions they are in for extended amounts of time; Kharshai becoming more 'viking-esque' like the Fremennik people who took him in when he was unaware he was human, and also Bilrach's warped appearance from spending god knows how long in Daemonheim with larger ridges, scarring, and some more demonic-looking features. Sliske himself has a very deep, dark slate grey skin tone from the amount of time he spends in the dark of the Shadow Realm, beginning to mimic its dusk.

Mahjarrat have thick skin, built initially to withstand the heat and abrasion of their home world’s rocky and dangerous climate and environment, but also notably protective against icy and snow-fraught climates, as they have little to no issue or complaint at heading far North of the Fremennik Providence, near the icy fortress of Ghorrock where their ritual stone lays on Gielinor ( it's also notable that Jhallan asks the adventurer to re-seal him within a fuggin’ block of ice to rest again, proving they do not mind the cold at all ). Their skin can scar if proper regeneration is not taken to heal wounds, as Mahjarrat are known for almost instantaneously healing themselves of most wounds on the battlefield to their own volition, but this is quite rarely seen on them, sans Bilrach. For all we know, they could be quite scarred from lack of regeneration fueled by magical energy or quite severe wounds under those robes that cover most of their body, I personally headcanon that some may have some scarring on their hands and forearms due to the might of some of the spells they use. I also personally headcanon Sliske having a pretty nasty burn across his shoulder and ribs trailing to the hip on the left side from Tumeken's explosive self-sacrifice detonation that wiped out the entirety of his army and at least 3/4ths of the Mahjarrat present, sans the ones spared by Azzanadra's quick shielding. I would think that some of them also may have suffered from similar scars due to Kharshai admitting they were tired and wounded after the event.

Striping and markings can litter their forms in sparse or rather heavy. Most Mahjarrat have at least some facial striping that can be a monochrome pale grey or darker, or a bright color such as Wahisietel's bright red trailing across his ridges to his chin spikes, Enakhra's vivid pink colorations, and Khazard's orange striping. While stripes may look similar from individual to individual you are hard-pressed to find two Mahjarrat with identical markings, and we have never heard of any twins being born from their tribe in canon ( Not saying it's not possible! But that would be a lot of strain seeing as once child is hard enough for a pair to conceive ). It's unknown if the stripes are across the rest of their bodies, but I say to hell with it. Why the hell not? Let the stripes go as angular or curvy as they please across their skin. Why limit the imagination. They are aliens. For the sake of me writing Sliske; he's a very pale silvery, parallel stripy thing under those robes with handsome slate skin. Go figure, that's jus' me though. ( Whatddya mean I made a personal ref of that?? s w e a t s?? slight warning for some not safies. )

CLAWS / FEET.

personal interpretation of sliske’s rock climbin’ sharp feets here.

Mahjarrat probably do have clawed hands and feet, and they are thick and sharp, along with strong ( most likely calloused for some ) palms and heels for climbing ( possibly before they were so proficient with teleporting ) They are also prime last resort weapons if need be and constantly need filing down on Gielinor and other terrains since they aren't around the rocky outcrops of Freneskae and using them there as much, most Mahjarrat seem to opt to wear gloves anyway. Their legs and arms are also pretty sturdy for climbing despite not needing to do so as much. I’d imagine they might just have longer toe and finger bones for mild gripping abilities when it comes to climbing. I’ve also kinda headcanoned often that they probably might have wrapped parts of their feet in bindings, just to keep things like soft arches or tendon areas save when climbing or walking. Ancient hellplanet fashion, baby.

GEMS.

Just about all Mahjarrat ( and Dreams of Mah in general ) have at least one 'crystal' or 'gemstone' in their brows or crowns ( whoever in the wiki said Sliske doesn't have one is a fraud, just because we don't see it due his V tapered hood doesn't mean it's not there, as it has been shown in several concept arts that he does have two yellow-green or 'peridotite' colored diamonds, like his half-brother’s four of the same color ). When asked about it in the Children of Mah quest, Wahisietel states that even they are not sure as to why they have them but believe it to be a direct connection to Mah. It's also implied that a dead Mahjarrat's 'crystal' often records their last thoughts or actions. Most Mahjarrat have the exact same bright iris color as their stones ( the concept art with Sliske having gold eyes throws me off, but I'd imagine there could be some minor color differences ). It seems that gemstones look-alike from siblings and offspring, as Sliske and his half-brother Wahisietel have almost the same colored crystal and shape despite Wahisietel having four diamonds to Sliske's two.

ORGANS? OR LACK THEREOF?

personal interpretation of nasty snake man blood here.

It's truly unknown as to just how many organs Mahjarrat have and if there is any comparison to be made to humans. It can be hypothesized they do have at least a heart ( With more chambers than a humans? Or two! Who knows! ) and lungs. If they do have lungs, it could be stated that they are very strong and made to filter out the heavy ash and debris of Freneskae's poor air quality, our adventurer had enough trouble breathing on Freneskae if you didn't take face gear. They do not seem to have a digestive tract as they do not need sustenance or hydration and perhaps have a makeshift stomach that leads nowhere as if they do eat anything, they just have to regurgitate it. Onto blood, they possibly do have a circulatory system and blood, as Lucien states he didn't 'want to spill any more Mahjarrat blood'. Normal human blood would be a bit boring so I like to imagine they have thick, dark-colored blood that has some iridescent properties to it ( not glittery, but if you have ever seen what the ink in a ballpoint pen looks like when dumped out, it has a particular shine to it. ) and never seems to be just one color, like an oil slick. Probably because it's so rich in arcane properties which would also make it pretty toxic, bitter, or awfully sickly sweet. This also means that they would blush pretty dark in color and have dark-colored tongues and etc. rather than red like humans, that's.... kinda cute. Also, if we are talking about organs and parts, a small blurb, no, female Mahjarrat do not have boobs. There's no need since they probably do not feed their young at all. So breaking canon for the sake of biology, hi, Mahjarrat probably don't have boobs or nips. Kinda doesn’t make sense. SHRUG. But they do have belly buttons, so maybe they are gestated with umbilical cords.

THE BANE OF THE JMOD’S EXISTENCE: MAHJARRAT REPRODUCTION

Y'all wanted it Jmods yell when we ask for it, here it is: my reproduction hypothesis. We have little to no real canon lore for Mahjarrat other than that they do(?) reproduce sexually, it takes a lot of energy to do so (abt 50% physical effort, 50% the pair pooling their life energy into the event, kinda dangerous), and that they are culturally fond of breeding during earthquakes ( this was just a cultural tradition and it's probably possible to breed outside of this tradition, the jokes say it’s almost Pavlovian ). They have a specific ritual for breeding, The Ritual of Enervation. The Enervation is the foil of a Ritual of Rejuvenation where one of their kind is sacrificed to provide all others with energy and return them from their lich-like states to fleshy filled out ones, the Enervation is a pilgrimage to select a mate and breed to create a new Mahjarrat between a pair. It's slightly hinted that the pair chooses their mate based upon battle prowess or cunningness ( Zemouregal Senior chose his mate based on her skills in battle ) . Much like real animals today, they want only the strongest genetics and mutations to continue on. All of them fight each other for their pick of a mate. Very rarely do the pairs have any emotional attachment, this is rare. And the ritual still isn't pretty; I'll say it, they are rough lovers. Expect biting, scratching, bruising, and more. Kinky. Let me tell you, human genitalia are boring as hell when you are describing aliens. Phallic genitalia differs a lot from individual to individual, it's a slight 'grab bag to see what part works best for future genetics'. Mahjarrat bits are pretty internal until aroused since it makes no sense for them to be external seeing as all Mahjarrat lose a lot of skin and muscle to atrophy as they age and lose energy, so they'd do better internally and tucked away. Vaginal genitalia differs heavily as well, anything goes. Barbs? Sure. Flowery looking bits? Sure. It's aliens, guys. Go wild. Same thing with sexualities and genders, other than what they want to present themselves as, we don't know shit, so go for it. I'm fairly sure Mahjarrat really don't mind gender identity and anything goes, they see power, survival, and fighting over everything else. Sliske, of course, is male presenting and yes, has his own unique bits. Uh, ridges, bifurcated tip, fan-like appendage for preventing backflow. I'd describe more but I'm already pRETTY FUCKING SHY RIGHT NOW BC I DON'T KNOW HOW TO talk much abt this. I'm a beginner alien fucker. Give me a break. UPDATE: I went there, I no longer have shame. bc I roughly drew it.

I’m not sure what the good estimate would be when it comes to how long a Mahjarrat gestates, is it longer than a human? Quicker due to magic? We just don’t know. The birth rate is exceedingly low due to the dangers and strain of Freneskae, it's not unheard of for miscarriages or mothers to pass away from lack of energy or during the fray of the constant other tribes attacking each other. Generally, it's a duty to protect a gravid mother of the sake of population, mate or not. Putting aside your disdain for your nemesis was hard but needed if you wanted to keep your tribe thriving. Fathers don't tend to stick around after the ritual other than to check in to protect their child and future genetics as insurance. Mothers rear children and if they could get along and not spat at one another, often looked after each other's children. Maternal groups were pretty common and one could leave another to watch their kids while they went off on their duties of making lightning rods, scouting, and more.

MISC?

Mahjarrats don't exactly have the same bonds as humans and familial life was harsh, mainly due to the stress of knowing your own blood one day might betray you and vote you off to be the sacrifice at a ritual. They are not affectionate as much as humans and care in their own backwards way about each other if they are family, but it's an arm's length approach. Sliske and Wahisietel seem to get along and still probably have their ferocious verbal quarrels and have possibly even physically scuffled a bit over things, but managed to have concern for one another, as do Mahjarrat who are as best a definition of 'friends' can be to them. Remember that they are very paranoid of one another and usually only see eye to eye if in the same political faction or having to make a deal or coerce one another to stand up for you if you are challenged at a ritual ( later on this became a huge political agenda between the two main sides; Zamorakian or Zarosian and fighting intensified at dislike for each other ). As they evolved from their creation, they just generally became more and more mistrustful of each other to point of paranoia. So affection is incredibly weird to them and the first thought that comes from it is 'what do you want and why?' and it's expected to be a deceitful notion. Hence, Sliske is incredibly good at persuading others and using deceitful action to lure people but the moment it's done to him, he'll play along but consider it warily as false notions. Sorry not sorry, that's pretty habitual to him and will stay with him, as well as his kin. You're never going to have a 'stable relationship' with any Mahjarrat. Well, not 100% at least. You can try, they might even appreciate it if they aren’t offended.

That’s about all I wanted to say and anything left out of this word spew can be covered in other posts. Like culture.... or babbies. I have a lot to say about Babjarrats but no place right now to keep up this long shit. UPDATE: i talked abt my thoughts on babjarrats. it was the best of my life.

#✦ │ 𝙾𝙾𝙲 ––– that's a lot of fuckin' tea.#✦ │ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 & 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 ––– i do hate parting with information.

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saanphoenix · 6 years

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The whole argument about Axel kidnapping Kairi and how that affected her really confuses me on this website, and it’s mostly because I don’t agree with the reasoning a lot of people have for their bloodlust for Axel/Lea. I’m not saying they can’t have that bloodlust. Go for it. Eat him alive, if it makes you happy. I just... There are holes... In some logic... There are more fingers ya need to be pointin’ with.

Axel wants to see Roxas again, and Roxas is inside Sora, so he has to see Sora. But Sora is too busy doing exactly what the Organization wants him to do, so Axel gets it in his spiky, red-headed mind that if he kidnaps Kairi then Sora will come and rescue her. Axel is not thinking about Kairi or Sora, he gives two fucks, he is hyperfocused on his desire to see his friend. Bad, Axel. That is being a big doodoo head.

But then. Okay. Stay with me now. FUCKING RIKU. Riku, who knows what Axel is doing for a chunk of the game because he let him and Namine escape DiZ’s order of destruction and knows Axel is trying to kidnap Kairi because he sends Pluto to bring her into the portal and away from harm... That boy don’t do shit after that. Like, he doesn’t go with her to Twilight Town to make sure she remains safe. He doesn’t punch Axel in the face like, “Bitch, I thought we was good!” Nothin’. ??? OKAY! That’s acceptable. Free of sin.

And then! Okay. Okay? Axel is able to kidnap her because Riku has his thumbs up his ass and Hayner, Pence, and Olette either can’t aim for shit or think merely reaching a hand out is sufficient enough to stop a man intent on yanking a girl through a dark portal. This is bad, no doubt about it. Kairi has no idea what the fuck is going on and Axel is being way too fucking creepy for her liking. I’d be apprehensive, too. Maybe kick a fucker in the shins, back of the knees, bite him. You know. Maybe she does. Either way, she gets away from him...by landing smack dab into Saix’s clutches.

Kairi has just hopped out of the frying pan and into the fire. Because, though I know Axel was, “Meh,” about using Kairi, I also think he wasn’t going to hurt her. Saix? He has no problem beating children into submission. It’s a trait of folks with yellow eyes and pointy ears.

Axel knows this. Axel is now all, “Oops. Oh, dear.” Axel finds Sora, spills the beans about the Organization, and is all, “Sorry about your girl. That was my bad.” (In the manga, he tries to rescue Kairi. It does not end well for him. But this is not the manga, so I will ignore that.) Blah, blah, blah, the next time we see Axel, he is stuck in that limbo area with Nobodies. Yeah? Okay? HE SACRIFICES HIMSELF TO SAVE SORA AND TELL HIM TO SAVE KAIRI, HE IS SORRY HE WAS A PIECE OF SHIT. (Also, I wanted to see my friend. Rip in pieces.)

This fucker kills himself to right the wrong he done. Filthy sinner.

Namine saves Kairi, Saix threatens Kairi, THEN RIKU DOES SOMETHING. Blah blah you know the rest.

Lea is reborn, he remembers the bad shit he did, he immediately apologizes to Kairi. Repeatedly. Like, it wasn’t even technically him that did those things--his new heart wasn’t his old one--but he’s still apologizing. Kairi, scared of him at first, discovers she can’t hate him. Which, in my opinion, is the logical conclusion. Because that is LEA. That is not AXEL. Stop calling him AXEL. OH MAH GAH.

But he’s still a filthy sinner, for some goddamn reason, and Saix’s crime of throwing Kairi in a cell and threatening her repeatedly is somehow equal to grabbing her by the arm and scaring her a little, and Riku depending on a DOG to save her isn’t even a blimp on the map of blame.

I just... Lea is not Axel. He’s still taking responsibility for Axel’s bullshit. Axel, who died trying to ensure Kairi was saved from the horrible situation he caused because he was too emotional over Roxas and made a horrible decision. This man has, in my opinion, shown just as much remorse and put in just as much effort to fix things as Riku fucking has, and Riku kidnapped way more fuckin’ girls than Axel even dreamed of. Hell, Riku destroyed his entire world and everyone on it. But he is forgiven. Lea? Not-Axel? He can burn in hell.

If that’s what makes you happy, okay. Burn his effigy all you want. Dream of his demise at the hands of Kairi. I don’t agree with you and never will.

#spersonal #saan rants #long post #kh3 spoilers #kh wank

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happyfunnycoolgirl96 · 6 years

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don’t click the readmore if you don’t like reading slurs

these brosquads at school keep punching me and calling me tranny/dyke/lez/butterface/chopped/faggot and today this kid stole my phone and started tossing it around and i got it in the end when i started like, actually hitting him back but some part of me is like, i deserve this, because i bullied people when i was 10 and i probably wrecked someones childhood so this is my fault y’know it’s my karmic retribution. but i still feel like shit. i feel like out of context everybody would side with the brosquad because these guys wouldn’t bully me for no reason right? i’m probably kind of a dipshit? nah i’m reasonably nice, i speak up in class i’m not shy, i make jokes i��m not a downer, i don’t have a tic i don’t eat my own dandruff or something (there’s a kid in my class who eats his dandruff and i don’t even KNOW why i’m getting all the shit and not somebody who likes to consume his own dead skin idk what i’m doing wrong), and i act neurotypical in all aspects while i’m out and about in the public eye. so i don’t know what these guys’ deal is like u r all shi theads ew. there’s this shy kid who sits near the brosquad who keeps getting food thrown at him but he’s actively a shy douche so i guess i see why he’s a target but ME idk man i think these kids just hate me cuz i’m ugly. i mean you guys can judge that for yourself, i don’t show my face here too often not because i’m like ‘ooh i’m ugly don’t look at me’ i mean i’d show my face if i could i’m just paranoid about getting tracked and doxxed and other fun things. i think my most facerevealing selfie is the one where i’m wearing clout goggles its in my selfie tag but enough about that... onto how i played myself

so i came home feeling like a pile of doodoo since i got punched and my mom decided to take the day off work today so she was there as soon as i came home, and i was all ‘mom i feel sad’ and told her about some kid ~i didn’t know~ who got bullied by some other kids who i ~DON’T KNOW~ and how they took -her- phone and tossed it around, because she was going to flip out if i told her that it was me and if these kids find out i snitched then i’m actually going to get beaten the fuck up or just be known as THAT ONE SNITCH. idk why i told my mom i just wanted to get it off my chest but if i was thinking straight i would KNOW that decaf venti-ng on here has the same effect as bitching to somebody in real life so yippee i’m not just super ugly i’m also mega dumb. smack on more layers of self loathing like a football dogpile woohoo

anyway, my mom called the principal so she’s probably going to take in a couple of kids for interrogation for a story that happened, done by suspects who don’t exist...

in concl. unless this situation snowballs i’m probably not going to have to worry about this in a month... it could easily get worse though

anyway one last thing that happened: i didn’t get this concept in math so i was like, explain that again i didn’t get that’ to the teacher and everyone in the class went UUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH and the teacher went ‘i know i know’ bitch don’t agree with them i’m not the villain here. what’s your fucking problem? what the hell is wrong with you? aw i can’t believe how not shitty and terrible that’s going to make me feel. best person award. you get it. you

#txt #ARRRRGH #pirate call or frustration noise YOU DECIDE

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 6 years

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warning, the following has mainly snarky (and possibly furious) opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.

Alright, on to part three, where Phoenix’s big fat mouth gets Apollo and Athena into deep doodoo.

QUICK CHILDREN, INTO THE MANHOLE!

SDUFGDGSF YOU CAN ‘MOVE’ WHILE YOURE BEING CHASED

way to ruin the moooooood XD

well athena if its any consolation, smelling like a rotten egg will probably delight sadmad.

y’know. cause youre a putrid egg yolk.

“Once a rebel, always a rebel!”

apollo was never a rebel

you sent him back to America before he could do any rebelling.

>OH MY SNARK IS CONFIRMED BY APOLLO

oh everyone’s met up now

“It was like watching a pair of ostriches bury their heads in the sand”

the FUCK does that mean, Phoenix?!???

“dubious hovel”

whats wrong with athena? i thought she was huddling up in the corner because she saw something unnerving, then maybe because of all the sudden people there–– but it’s implying she’s disgusted by the shitty state of the place?

what, is Athena a germaphobe now??

“He said he hopes you’ll come back and take over this office someday.”

“M-me?”

“Those were his words! He might have been half-joking though.”

I’m not sure which I’m more offended by; the fact that Dhurke still assumed Apollo would make a shit lawyer, or the fact that Apollo does indeed take over. Spoilers. Haha.

“must’ve been because of you, dhurke!”

no it was because of Phoenix Wright because he was a cool guy, once upon a time. also because, unlike every other lawyer in the gotdamn series, Apollo just really friggin loves the law. He thinks lawyers are legit cool and he wanted to be one because he just happened to have a passion for litigating. He’s not a prop in your stupid story, he’s his own interesting person.

“Dhurke was never a hands-on kinda dad...”

you can motherfucking say that again, vore machine.

“...but not a day went by that he wasn’t thinking of ya. That much I’m sure of.”

yeah he sure was

thinking of the favours he could one day ask of him.

“Doesn’t get more paternal than that!”

Athena, you don't even have a dad. Your opinion on the subject is completely worthless.

“(Dhurke... And to think, I really did spend my days trying to forget you...)”

god apollo you don’t deserve this. you deserve trucy and klavier and thalassa (being an actual mom for once) HELL you deserve your ACTUAL, REAL DAD.

“The victim’s passport and any pictures of him were burned up in the fire. Without knowing his real name, no divination seance could be performed.”

So you’re telling me Jove brought every single glossy of himself into that blaze? And after the fire, nobody bothered checking the dental records on the corpse/asking where that neato musician from the other night went?

Once again, DDSOJ police, at their best. If there wasn’t a coverup involved, I’m gonna be pissed.

( My real dad... I was never really interested in learning about him. )

While this is a totally understandable and natural reaction... I really wish–– Actually, no; it’s best Apollo never learned that he once had a father who actually gave a fuck about him. That’d probably break his heart.

“As the son of the terrorist Dhurke, Nahyuta was expelled from the royal family.”

i.... why did Dhurke keep him in Koooraheen, anyway? He really couldn’t have sent him to a happier life in America with his half brother?

huh i think that face-palm is a new expression for Vore Machine. he almost looks reasonable.

“As his son, Yuty no doubt got the cold shoulder at every turn.”

amazing. not only was Apollo abandoned in America in some shit orphanage with zero contact from anything he knew as family, but Sadmad was forced to stay behind in a country that hated his guts. The perfect situation for both boys!!! No wonder they’re both so fucking grouchy all the time! Dhurke, you parental genius!

“Dhurke’s the kinda guy who can become fast friends with just about anyone!”

guess that explains the fandom popularity

“Lol come over n play some jams bro”

“Ok dawg is it chill if i bring my kid my wifes uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“Yeah its cool I'm great with kids”

“tight”

“It’s like Dhurke’s done nothing but save me all my life” yeah... from messes he made.

“Jangly Justice”

god. i want to root for Jove but like. He looks like a tool, he sounds like a tool, his stage name is the tooliest thing ive ever heard...

originally this section was me ranting about how Thalassa would never have just ‘stopped looking for Apollo’ when she heard that Jove perished in the flames, since Apollo’s corpse was never found and the rebels were out looking for her to give him to her– but instead I’m just gonna leave you with ‘that excuse is mad weak and the writers need to try harder.’

“You should try on the jacket, Apollo!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

Look, I can excuse Athena, because she doesn’t know. But Datz knows its mold infested and disgusting. And he just finished talking about APollo’s tragic past. What the everloving fuck is up with this sicko?!

Also Athena, you can’t laugh at him wearing an eyepatch when he just got done wearing one all last year.

“I’d recognize those horns anywhere!”

“Is that really the only way anyone recognizes me?”

cue Phoenix harrumphing from the corner and brushing his spikes

yknow maybe ive mentioned this before but why /hasn’t/ the queen found the safe house? It’s Dhurke’s old law office; that’d be like, the first place I’d check. Its like wondering if Dumbledore’s Army is based in Hogwarts.

I mean I guess you could say the Queen assumes theyre not stupid enough to hide in their old main haunt but... they’re stupid. they’re really, really stupid. it’s been proven like 800 times.

so we just had a ladder convo about lizards?

also what do you mean geckos like to live in houses? i thought they just climbed around outside them. aLSO WHY ARE THEY EATING THEM

... I appreciate that it ended in a Bugs Bunny Switcharoo though.

...And Phoenix ends it with “theyre just a plain old lizard”

I guess Phoenix doesn’t know flowers or lizards.

i really don’t know why none of the revolutionaries think sadmad’s playing the long con. they’ve all just completely given up on him. what if he was pulling a snape??? they talk about trust and shit and yet none of them trust their own leader’s son? shameful.

“It seems like Gar’an has some serious leverage over him”

okay, they suspect he’s being controlled with some kind of blackmail... and yet do nothing to help him? they’re dumb enough to risk their lives doing something like that, but not compassionate or caring enough?? to their leader’s son???? what the fuck??????

aww i missed Beh’leeb. I hope she and her (born/ unborn? cannot tell if she’s pregnant or not) kid are doing ok.

“So she’s trying to help the revolution along... in her own special way!”

that sounds enormously patronizing phoenix, shut up. she’s pregnant and she has to deal with fucks like Datz running around blowing off firecrackers at government officials.

...youre giving the orb to datz.

ill eat my hat if nothing happens to it.

“We’ll attract undue attention if we go in too large a group”

oh also because youre dressed like baby’s first paint set but

“AAAH!!”

“Do you know something about this?” “Nope! Just felt like shouting is all.”

yes, this is definitely the guy who should hold onto the orb for you. also i presented the attorneys badge. guess he has nothing to say about apollo’s proof of profession, eh?

“Yeah... You’d think Nahyuta might’ve cut his old man some slack, but no.” Dhurke you thick son of a bitch

wow. one single flashback occurrence where Dhurke wasn’t a dick. Well, 1/1000 ain’t too shabby...

“What? You came to visit me and you didn’t even bring me a present?”

What, like your plate of ‘my son is NOT a failure” sushi, Dhurke ?

“But I’m not a rebel.”

“Don’t be ridiculous– You’re a member of the defiant dragons simply by being my son.”

HE’S NOT YOUR SON YOU FUCK

If you present him your attorneys badge he jokes about dying happy and apollo makes it explicit that he means via execution

dhurke. that means apollo would die too. stop fucking joking about him dying you prickwad.

Apollo: Hey Dhurke know anything about this necklace

Dhurke: OOOAAHHH!!! OHHH!! AHHH!!!!

Apollo: So thats a...

Dhurke: Hahahahah its a no son give it here

Apollo: Yeah ok i see nothing suspicious about that at all and i sure hope the secret behind it wasn’t important to this case or anything..........

me: jeez i hope that stupid necklace was the last thing we had to present

phoenix, appearance from god knows where: hey maybe ask about the hostage

me: bless you baby. also i forgot you were here

Phoenix: Sounds like the minister has someone you really care about, cause you totally obeyed everything he did.

i know what youre trying to excuse here SOJ staff but no, straight up lifting right out of JFA will never be ok.

“Is there a new lady in your life?” “WHAT?! DONT BE RIDICULOUS SON!”

I’m gay now! Hahaha. But seriously. Nobody wants to date Dhurke.

“Amara was the love of my life, but she’s gone now, and there will never be another.”

cue Dhurtz shippers furiously jamming their fingers in their ears and whistling

what the

fuck is happening

to his aRM

“You tensed up” HIS BROKEN ARM STARTED VEINING SO HARD THAT IT SHOWED RIGHT THROUGH LIKE 2 LAYERS OF CLOTH

THATS SOME KRISTOPH DEVIL HAND SHIT RIGHT THERE

JESUS CHRI

oh there’s something hidden in there THANK GOD THAT SCAREDTHE FUCK OUTTA ME

“Oh I see– so youre hiding a woman’s photo up your sleeve”

oh yeah, a 3D photo. that has bumpy bits. absolutely apollo.

“You don’t need to keep secrets like that from me– You’re an eligible bachelor now. But you’ll... introduce her to me at some point, right?”

this has that creepy ‘parent insists you have a crush on that one kid’ conversation vibe to it, especially since it’s not like Apollo ever had an attachment to Amara to make him see her as a mother; she was ‘dead’ before he could even walk.

“Mon dieu! Are you into younger women, Dhurke?!”

Athena,,,,,,,, athena,,,, Apollo,,,,, he’s

it’s

oh never mind.

“Heh heh. Dhurke, you old dog, you. You got yourself a younger lover.”

ACTUALLY, YOU KNOW WHAT, NO, NOT NEVER MIND. YOU HAVE A PHOTO OF AMARA. YOU KNOW WHAT AMARA LOOKS LIKE. YOU KNOW HOW TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN PAST AND PRESENT DHURKE BECAUSE THERES NO WAY HE COULD JUST RANDOMLY CUT HIS HAIR AND THEN HAVE IT GROW BACK THAT FAST.

I KNOW YOU THINK SHE’S DEAD BUT AT LEAST FUCKING SAY YOU THINK IT’S HER TWIN SISTER YOU UTTER UTTER NUMBSKULLS

“This is Amara before she died. If you look closer, you’ll see that I was younger, too.”

“Hey. You’re right.”

“Aww, that’s no fun.”

MY ULCERS ARE NO FUN BUT GUESS WHAT NEITHER IS LIFE

“Wait a second... Haven’t we seen this woman before?”

DAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH

GOOD FUCKING BALLS PLEASE PLEASE LET THEM BE TROLLING DEAR GOD AAHGGDFKAFAGF

i really love that photo though. everything about it is generally just really nice.

wait hang on. they. they just. they kept her around? after her fake assassination? they just–– WHERE YOU COULD GET A PHOTO OF HER?!

EXPLAIN–– THERE’D BETTER BE A GOOD EXPLAIN

“She was confined within the grounds, but she was fit as a fiddle.”

Ga’ran. Ga’ran. Ga’ran. You stupid, stupid, stupid bitch.

“She was being held under virtual house arrest, so I freed her, and we made a run for it.”

“Of course, we didn’t just proclaim it to the people so that they’d realize Ga’ran was a dirty bitch; that would have been way too easy hahaha.”

Ohhh I see. They didn’t know Ga’ran was the one who did it. Except Ga’ran was the one who kept her under house arrest and faked her death so... It’s pretty obviously her? Amara would know that by putting 2 and 2 together? But no... Apparently Amara was suspicious enough to suspect Dhurke of being the arsonist like Ga’ran said, but brave enough to ‘accompany him so she could ascertain the truth for herself.’

hey remember when i said brave. i meant stupid. she was stupid enough to go with someone she thought might have tried to kill her, completely unsupervised. though i guess you'd have to be that dumb to actually fall in love with Dhurke in the first place.

AH, and she was immediately recaptured. Because Dhurke sucks.

Waaaaait wait wait. How long and when did he ‘rescue’ her? The incident was 23 years ago, but Rayfa is 14– and Amara would need the usual 9 months to gestate– plus, the room she’s holding Rayfa in has the Defiant Dragons handbook in there, so it’s probably someplace of Dhurke’s––

Meaning there was a nine year gap but they still didn’t show her to the general public to depose gar– AGHHH. ITS ALL TERRIBLE!!!

“Apollo. We need to grill the queen about Amara when we have the chance.”

Hobo Nick’s ghost: Hey uhh me, that might get you uhhhhh murdered i thought we got over that after von karma tasered the shit out of u––

SOJ Nick: DOOOOHHOOOHOO I LIKE SOLVING MYSTERIESSS

Apollo: hey maybe the baby Amara’s holding is me.

Athena: Nah it’s too cute to be you.

Apollo: ....i just want to have proof that I’ve known the loving touch of a mother at least ONCE ATHENA OKAY???

“Hm? Oh... well, either way, it’s not you, son.”

yeah fuck you apollo the Sadmahdis only love their REAL children

also its Rayfa. it was in the safe next to Rafya’s letter; Rayfa basically identified it as herself when she saw it, it’s Rayfa.

Apollo: wow youre sure acting vague and suspicious about this; guess i’ll just accept it for what it is.

Dhurke: [tells apollo’s he's going to die and leave him fatherless again]

Apollo: [immediately assumes its another of Dhurke’s jokes because Dhurke’s jokes are horrible and always at Apollo’s expense]

phoenix: ...are you sick?

NICK

OH MY GOD

i shriek laughed

Apollo: [clearly emotionally distraught]

Dhurke: [continues to dance around the issue, thus prolonging Apollo’s suffering]

(Why is this happening now? Just when I was finally starting to feel like you really are my...)

HE DOESN’T DESERVE YOU, APOLLO

GET OUTTA THERE

So far Apollo hasn't said “i’m gonna do x and x and x, or die trying!” and honestly i know it’s a bit on the nose but it’s more true for this situation than any other ones it’s usually said in.

Dhurke: I’ve got a big secret

Apollo: You’ve been hiding something *ELSE* from me?

Dhurke: I’m afraid I can’t tell you what it is. I’d be betraying a certain someone if I did.

WHY DID HE EVEN BRING IT UP THEN!? WHY IS DHURKE JUST THE FUCKING WORST?!!!

“You’ll discover a truth that is hard to accept. But I know you. And I know you can handle the truth, no matter what it turns out to be.”

After all, you’re super great at accepting all the misfortune my existence has heaped upon you! Hahaha!!!

“Apollo... Are you okay?”

“...I’m fine.”

they ask you how you are, and you just have to say that you’re fine, when you’re not really fine, but you just can’t get into it b

h e r e c o m e t h e r e b e l s

and once again you have to manually move there.

action bomb over here from Vore Machine

also beh’leeb sweety youre doing amazing

“Dhurke belongs to the people!! Give him back!!!”

he what now

(sigh)

..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................hi.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................sadmad...............................................................................................................................................................................

“They’ll be arrested? Just for protesting?!”

Apollo... you live in the real world, r–– oh well technically he doesn't hm

that point’s moot

“They are aiding and abetting a criminal by seeking his release”

uh pretty sure that’s BS yut

“Her Eminence, Queen Ga’ran, has ordered they be arrested and judged en-masse”

ok im fucking

I'm wheezing so bad not ONLY do we have to save a revolution and Dhurke the rebel leader, but we are now about to defend most of the population of an entire country at once. Stakes RAISED bro

good fucking lord apollo stop being all “weren’t you a defiant dragon once?!wehh!!”

even Phoenix, with his Edgeworth obsession, didn’t really question it when Edgeworth was being his shithead prosecutor self.

Nahyuta: Sigh. Guess I can’t escape you. I mean I could use my magic beads to tie you up and then prance off but i have a plot to advance.

“Enough with the zen monk act, Nahyuta– Tell me how you really feel!”

Damnit, Sadmad, it’s not like we have someone who can read emotions by listening to-– oh yeah.

“She’s being held in secret where nobody is allowed to see her.”

second time’s the charm!

Apollo, simply bringing up the reason he’s doing what he’s doing won’t get him to stop. Remember the Phoenix and Maya situation? Until you can guarantee her safety, Sadmad’s just going to keep steam rolling along.

OH FINALLY

ok athena dish the dirt

alright, here we go, folks. time for Nick to get all their asses killed. i mean just listen to that ominous music :/

i love her laugh sprite.

“a lawyer AND a comedian, HOW DROLL”

the royal guards weird me out a bit though. its those masks. I'm getting high lady gaga gives

lady gagaran

Apollo: better give her evidence to burn–– i mean, jog her memory with some evidence.

Ghost of hobo nick: future me!! stop this!! don’t you remember what always used to happen?!

SOJ Phoenix: DOOOHOOOHOOO WE GOT HER NOW, APOLLO!

...........that worked

....no it didn’t. just spring you damn trap already, gagaran.

Apollo: Hm better not tell the people, that could stir up the revolution and actually make it happen. Especially since there might be REAL terrorists hiding out there, just waiting until someone goes, “Hey, that dead queen isn’t really dead!!”

lol

something went wrong?? no way

“Eeeek! Apollo! Don’t strip here!!!”

why is athena such a ditz in this case???

I HEARD A BELT

wow. apollo’s ass canonically bared in AA6

klavier gavin cries a million miles away

“HE WASN’T HIDING THE BULKY ASS ORB IN HIS CLOTHING, YOUR EMINENCE”

“damn i really thought he was hiding it in his skintight pants and vest. also ignore the other two, they couldn’t possibly have it.”

oh lord pls don’t hurt rayfa

“Your mind has been poisoned by the barbed one.”

“It was an honour and pleasure, your eminence”

phoenix i know that was highly badass and all but youre literally sitting pretty to be executed

“”””discipline””””

“Well, Apollo, let’s head back to the safe house for now.”

yes, just in case any spies follow us! so that the queen can get her hands on the orb that much fast!!

oh hi edgeworht, youre in this game

WOO YOU TELL’EM EDGEY

DOWN WITH PLUMED PUNISHER!! DOWN WITH PLUMED PUNISHER!! DOWN WITH PLUMED PUNISHER!!

“Moving along to things that actually matter...”

it’s true, but he shouldn’t say it

“Yeah, it’s like the more we learn about this case, the less we understand.”

just like me and this game’s writing process

“A trial without evidence...”

there’s evidence, you wankers, what do you think that photo of amara, the old case files and the necklace are????

“Athena, you’re too young and extra to die. Sit this trial out so we can save on sprite space.”

“Gotcha, chief.”

“Plus, there’s prosecutor Blackquill to think of. he said he’d use me for sword practice if he put you in harms way.”

Yeah, if Athena dies, who’ll his new punching bag be??? don’t think i haven’t forgotten story teller. i will not forget. i will not forgive.

“Remember; the worst of times are when lawyers have to force their biggest smiles.”

ugh, finally it’s used semi right.

And so, we come to the end of another frustrating chapter. It’s finally time to move on to the final trial. I’m actually kind of curious to find out how everything went down– though something tells me my suffering won’t end when i do.

Welp, friends – till next time. The final hurdle is at hand. Or at least, part one of it.

#sulking over SOJ #ooc #we're almost done... just the final trial still to go...]#spirit of justice spoilers #soj spoilers

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