#;; i’m wanted dead or alive { ON THE RUN VERSE }

[pumpkinbxtch]

ᬊ Serenade ᬊ

— LEO VALDEZ X FEM!READER

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☆ radiostar is playing... paloma querida by josé alfredo jiménez!

warnings; language, a pinch of angst with comfort at the end. a/n; I wanted to do this one so much, I finally got to finish it, I hope you like it. The translation of the song is below each verse, as well as the vocabulary at the end.

— You know what? Go to hell!

You slammed the bedroom's door behind you, trying to shut it with a bang, but Leo managed to catch it with his hand to follow you. Although in fact, it wasn't to try to solve the things.

He let out a loud huff when he saw you grabbing your keys and your things.

— Well, actually you’re the one leaving so, why don’t you just go there and give me the address later?

The regret was immediate, but he was just as angry and ignored it. For a second, he feared for everything as you turned back to him with flared nostrils and a frown, your eyes starting to tear up.

— If that's how things are. Good, then I won’t have to come back to this dump. — You threw the keys at his face and left with a door slam that echoed in the apartment.

Within two seconds, Leo was already running down the stairs, shouting your name, but it was too late when he saw your car turning the corner, almost leaving a trail of fire on the pavement. Feeling down, he ran his hands through his curly hair and sighed.

Who started the fight? It was hard to tell, but maybe Leo's response wasn’t the best. Actually, it had been the worst of all their fights, and he saw that reflected in the way you left. You two weren’t the type of couple to fight with sharp words, so this was almost like saying he’d rather see you dead.

— I’m- uh que pendejo¹ ! —he exclaimed, throwing himself onto the couch and complaining while rolling around. How would he apologize now? This time, flowers or a card saying "Sorry for being an idiot" wouldn’t cut it, and even if it did, he knew you deserved more.

Then he had an idea, triggered by a memory from his days in that old neighborhood when his mom was still alive. He could remember that place was lively, colorful, and sometimes noisy because people like his mom and him lived there, never letting a place so far from home feel as cold and foreign as it actually was. And there was something moms and grandmas children would do for on their birthdays, big block parties, or even when there were small couple fights: a serenade seemed like the ace up the sleeve to ease the pain and give a heartfelt apology. For Leo, that was fair.

Where would he get mariachis? But that was the least of his worries. He’d done more impossible things than finding a mexican musical group in the middle of the night.

— Hephaestus, help me — he muttered -almost like a prayer- as he put on his green military jacket and grabbed the keys you had thrown at him earlier. The raccoon keychain wearing a Camp Half-Blood shirt left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Before leaving, the candle illuminating the picture of his mom on the shelf next to the TV flickered intensely, catching his attention, and he took that as a response from his dad that was something like: " I Pass, I’ve had enough with my wife," and he honestly understood what he meant. One thing was a fight, another was being cheat repeatedly.

He turned off the lights and fearlessly wandered around to find his grand musical apology.

You were curled up in your bed with a frown and some tears in your eyes. You never thought any of your fights would reach this point, even if Leo's response had been in a joking manner, fighting with him was already too much for your heart. You wondered if this was the beginning of the end, if he was really angry, or if his response was an expression of how tired he was of you.

Were you done? 'cause you had thrown the keys at his face and had no way of getting back into that place.

Your anxiety flooded your body, and a slight tremor in your lip kept asking you to finally release the tears you had held back. Would you go to bed this sad and empty? Even the mattress seemed too big without him by your side.

You turned to switch off your bedside lamp when you heard a small object bounce against your window. You turned around and nervously played with the laces of your hoodie. Was it him? You looked at the clock and could see through your blurry eyes that it was around 2 AM. No way Leo could be here at this hour, maybe it had just been the wind

You turned to reach the switch when the sound repeated, and before you could get up, two more pebbles hit the glass. At the foot of your window, before opening the curtain, you heard a whistle and some trumpets starting to play.

— Amor!

You opened your eyes wide and clumsily pulled out the curtain. What you saw through the glass left you speechless. There were mariachis, about seven of them, and Leo was there with a bouquet of roses, waving his hand at you. When you opened the window, he smiled broadly, though there was a noticeable hint of shame.

— FORGIVE ME, MI AMOR — he shouted, cupping his hand to his mouth to amplify his voice, and you, speechless, kept watching the scene. Your boyfriend turned around and gave some instructions to one of the mariachis, who nodded and started a count of three. The music began, and not only did the singer's voice echo in the street, but so did Leo's.

— Yo no sé lo que valga mi vida. Pero yo, te la vengo a entregar.

( I don’t know what my life is worth, but I’m here to give it to you!)

You smiled. You couldn’t understand much from the distance, but the way he clutched his chest with each word made you tear up.

— yo siento quererte... con todas las fuerzas que el alma me da.

(I feel I love you with all the strength my soul can give...)

Leo impatiently gestured for them to continue while he looked for a way to climb up to your window. Though the vines weren’t entirely safe, he decided to risk it.

— Paloma querida! — he shouted off-key as he walked on the roof, short of breath, and beneath your window, he stood on tiptoe to hand you the roses. You leaned on your stomach to grab the flowers wrapped in red cellophane, and without taking your eyes off him, you smelled them.

He stepped back enough for you to see each other clearly. Again, he placed his hand over his heart and with a sincere smile mouthed, "I’m sorry."

What felt like seconds were actually minutes until the song change brought both of you back to reality. You leaned out to be a bit closer to him, and he jumped up to barely kiss your lips.

— No that, dummy! — you said giggling, nodding towards the group who continued playing with smiles, seeing that the serenade had achieved its goal. — The neighbors, Leo.

Leo raised his eyebrows and pointed to the front of your house, where people in nightgowns peeked from their windows, and some kids were dancing. An elderly couple watched the scene with tender eyes. Apparently, there were no complaints, so everything seemed cool.

He bowed without taking his eyes off you, and opening his hand in the air, let the keys jingle sweetly. You smiled, and he mimicked you.

— I love you.

— Te amo más.³

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¹ que pendejo: I'm an asshole!

² paloma querida: dear dove; It's the name of the song translated to eng, an expression too or a kind of petname

³ te amo más: I love you more

⁴ amor, amor mio, mi amor: love, love of mine, my love.

[wizzdot]

The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch2

Description- the second chapter! I don’t know if I warned y’all that it’s gonna be the slowest of slow burns. You’re welcome! Anyway, Laika meets the 141 in this chapter and she is terrified of them all! Poor girl. Of course, sweet, handsome Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick is the first to gain her trust. 🫶🏼

(Cont from Ch1 - link below)

I stand in a sort of semi-shocked state, just staring at the man. It was probably only for two seconds before he moved and shook me from my stupor, but it felt like time had frozen. I make a dive for the door and have almost made it through before I hear Dr Dimitrov's voice bellow down the hallway. I then feel a rough arm wrap around my waist and a hand cover my mouth. He whispers harshly in my ear "must'a been hiding like a little mouse in here" shaking me slightly to make me move with him into a better defensive position against the incoming tide of guards. I start rapidly shaking my head, trying to fight against his tight hold on my mouth. My eyes wide and terrified.

"Sit still, lass. You'll get us both in trouble." My eyes flash towards his as he starts tying my wrists with a makeshift bandage wrap to keep me secure. "You'll stay behind me - d'ya speak english, lass?". I nod my head. Obedience gets rewarded. That's what I had learnt over the years in this facility.

"You a hostage?" - I shake my head, no.

"Are ya' one of them..?" - my eyes must give me away. Technically, yes, I am one of 'them', but do I want to be? No, I do not. I just stare back at him. His eyes narrow, eyeing me with suspision now.

Dr Dimitrov's voice grows louder, as does the crashing of cell doors and the shouts of "CLEAR" from the guards. The sound of gun shots crashes to life. I’m shaking like a lead. All of a sudden the man's radio crackles. It's the smooth voice again.

"Soap - careful, they're looking for the asset. He's dangerous. Get out of there and clear the area. We have the hallway covered. Over."

He pushes me further back and keeps his large hand tightly around my lower face, squeezing tightly, almost to the point of pain.

"Bit of an issue, Gaz. Found a little lass in a cell. No sign of the asset though. Leaving in five - cover me." I shake my head against his grip. I wanted to tell him. It's me they're after. It's me. I'm the asset. But I'm scared. And obedient. I don't bite. Yes, I am a trained asset with lots of kills to my name, but I don't bite. Before I have time to say anything, I'm shunted by the large man, pushed forward toward the door. Bullets fly - metal and glass shatters and clangs. Everything is blurry. Numb. Apart from the tight hold on my upper arm. Warm. Bruising.

We clear the hallway without too much issue. I'm pushed into another corridor and shoved again to keep me running, faster than I thought I could run with my wrists tightly tied. I gasp, deciding now is as good a time as any, now he hasn't got my mouth covered.

"It's me they want" I breathe

"No, they want the asset. Stay quiet, Lass. We will figure out who you are later." he says roughly.

I shake my head again. "It's me. I'm their asset. They won't stop chasing me. I'm the last one.. Just-"

He cuts me off, shouting into the radio. "I've got the asset. What do I do now?"

"Just shoot me" I whisper. His eyes flash to me over the crackle of his radio.

"Bring him to the exfil point. Is he alive? Over."

"Alive. And She.. He's a she. Over".

The radio goes silent.

"Please. Shoot me. I'm a monster.. Please."

My mouth is covered with another makeshift piece of cloth, fashioned into a gag. I'm pulled off the floor and roughly thrown over his shoulder.

"Shut it, Lass. If I had known you were the asset, you'd be dead already. But orders are orders" He grunts, angrily. A noise escapes my throat, a whine.

The sound of bullets flying begins to dull, the corridors open up to a door - a door that I had never seen before as I had always been transported with a sack over my head. My stomach is sore, his shoulder digs in with every stride he takes. My eyes start to leak. I close my eyes and just sniffle. Weak. Hopeless, again. Not that I ever stopped feeling hopeless in the first place. But, yeah..

I am uncerimoneously slung to the ground and I groan quietly before looking up at the man who had delivered me to whatever fate I now face. He stares back. Blue eyes, dark hair styled in a strange sort of grown out mohawk. Unusual for a soldier. He looks suspicious, or curious. I can't tell. I hadn't been studied like this for a long time. I am utterly predictable to my captors. They knew my triggers and my commands. 'Laika sit, Laika move, Laika shoot, Laika kill, Laika - lick your own wounds, Laika - cage! Bad Laika.'

Every miniscule movement I make is studied by the man with strange hair and blue eyes. I stare back at him with big, wet, sad eyes. I hate being gagged like this, hate being restrained. They do this to me when I am punished for disobedience. He tutts at me. It's a surprising noise to hear coming from him when he had just told me that he would have killed me quicker if he had known it was me.

"Asset secure at exfil point. How far out are you? Over."

"Two minutes, Soap." The reply crackles back.

I continue to stare at him. Two minutes till I'm either killed or tortured. I start to count down. Death would be the best option, but I doubt it would be that easy. I close my eyes and lower my head. I give up. Surrender to whatever is going to happen to me.

I hear three sets of boots approach and smell the thick scent of Alpha. I don't dare open my eyes. I just sniffle quietly with my head down, leaning against the wall where the man with strange hair had dropped me.

"Fuck Soap, is that the asset?"

"Aye, Apparently.."

"Did she put up much fight? We were told she's dangerous."

"Quiet as a wee mouse.."

"You sure it's her.. how do you know..?"

"She said it wis her.. wanted me tae shoot her"

The man, 'Soap', is interrogated by his team. I finally find it in me to open my eyes. I wish I hadn't. I'm surrounded by four massive Alphas, armed up to the eyeballs, all staring down at me. I flinch. I inhale sharply as one of them, with unusual facial hair and a floppy hat, steps forward. I try to shuffle away before a surspisingly gentle hand falls on to my shin, just below my knee.

"Captain John Price.." he nods in greeting. He has a rough voice.

I look down at the ground and try not to shake. He tutts. Why do people keep tutting at me?

The Captain glances back at the others. "Johnny, this ain't no asset. Get the gag and arm restraints off of her. She speak English?"

"Aye Captain, she does. She told me she wis the last one.."

"Can't be. Not this little thing. She doesn't look like she could harm a fly. What is she, Omega?" He sniffs the air, being unusually respectful - usually Alphas just stuck their nose in my neck and inhaled. "Hmm, no scent. Beta." He concludes.

Soap rushes forward to untie me and I flinch away from him. He steadies his approach but tries to grab my wrists again, I dodge his hands again. A smooth voice, the one I recognise from the radio, pipes up.

"Fuck sake, Johnny. You've scared her. C'mon, let me do it."

He steps forward as Soap, or Johnny, retreats. The Captain steps back too.

"It's okay, just going to get these off. Can I touch you?" The man asks softly.

I stare at him with wide eyes before glancing back up at the others in the team. The Captain seemed trustworthy. Fair. Soap, or Johnny, seemed sharp and unpredictable. This one seems calmer, kinder. Looking at him, I find deep brown eyes with vast softness to his expression. He has kind and honest eyes. My head nods. He steps forward again and slowly lowers himself to my level on the ground. He gently takes my wrists and starts removing the restraints. "You aren't going to try anything once these come off?" He hesitates. I shake my head, no. He then nods and removes them completely.

"Ok, now this.. lean forward so I can get the knot at the back of your head". Obedience is rewarded, my brain recalls. I do as I'm told and lean forward, exposing my scent glands in the process due to the position I am in. He respectfully places his hand on the back of my neck and unties the knot, letting the gag fall free.

"There you go, now.. What is your name?" He asks as he stands up slowly and steps one step away to give me space. I stare up at him and answer his question nervously. "L-Laika..?" I sort of question my own answer, not sure what they were wanting to hear.

He looks round at the others and the Captain beckons him over to the others. "Gaz- here a minute" he calls. Gaz obeys and leaves me with a small smile, I just stare back at him. I watch him walk away from me and glance around, trying to think of my options.

It’s only then that I clock the absolute behemoth of a man with a skull mask. He was terrifying, something from nightmares. I find myself shuffling away from the group. Of course, he is the one who notices my movement and quickly makes a move to stop me.

I release a hollow yelp and leap from my position on the floor. I quickly weigh up my options, there is no point of running from him, he would catch me in three strides, no point of fighting him, he is huge and armed. I do the next thing my stupid brain thinks to do and run and hide behind the kind one, Gaz, I think. He looks just as confused as the others. The scary one stops his approach immediately and stands seperated from the group.

"Thought she was about to leg it." he explains to the others in a voice I can only describe as a growl, rough as gravel. He is terrifying.

I whimper from my hiding spot as he continues to stare at me though his mask. Brown eyes, but not kind - his were hard. Gaz slowly turns to face me, as to not startle me again, he lifts his hand and gently touches my arm to try and comfort me - I remove it from his reach. "Sorry, sorry - look, we aren't going to hurt you, okay? I'm not asking you to trust us but we have a lot to talk about. We need to figure out who you are" he explains softly.

"I'm the asset" I say, "They - they call me Laika." His deep brown eyes don't ever leave mine, I feel a fleeting sense of safety staring back at him.

"If you're the asset, we need to take you back and ask questions. You understand that, yeah?" I nod. I then find myself spilling information before I can think of what I am saying.

“It was me.. the other two assets died. I - I killed lots of people but I was told they were bad. They punished me if I disobeyed, if I didn't complete the objectives correctly.." my voice wobbles.

His gaze leaves mine and looks towards his Captain. "Cap.. what -" he is interupted by his Captain.

“We move out. Gaz, she is with you. She obviously trusts you most. We figure this mess out back at base" the pack leader orders.

They all start to move and Gaz turns back to me. "C'mon, stay close to me. I won't let anything happen to you". I scurry behind him. He doesn't say anything but his inner Alpha preens thanks to the fact he is the one you trust.

We turn a couple of street corners and arrive at a black jeep. The Captain jumps into the drivers seat, the masked man in the passenger seat. I pause. Gaz obviously senses my insecurity.

"Would you rather sit in the middle between us" he glances and nods towards Soap "or.. I can sit in the middle so it's just me.." he asks. I stand in silence, shocked that he actually asked what I was comfortable with. I hadn't been asked for my consent for years and it had happened twice with him in the last ten minutes. He was a kind Alpha.

“J-just you… please" I respond nervously. He nods sympathetically and gets in the car, patting the seat next to him for me. Soap climbs into the seat beside Gaz on the other side of the jeep.

I step into the car and close the door behind me. I feel surrounded and claustraphobic. In the small space of the car, the scent of all four men mix and mingles together. It almost burns the back of my throat. This is strange. I'm not usually sensitive to other designations thanks to the supressants.

I notice, as I shuffle in my seat, that the scary one with the mask is seated directly infront of me. Gaz notices, ever observant of my smallest of tells. "It's fine. None of us will try anything. We aren't feral Alpha pieces of shit, okay?" I slowly nod my head "Ok" I whisper.

He smiles at me. I almost smile back.

[rpmemes-galore]

The Pretty Reckless : Going to Hell album ... sentence starters

"Have I lost my mind?"

"You want me to burn."

"Blame all your life on me."

"Follow me down to the river."

"Love comes with such a cost."

"Drink while the water is clean."

"Don’t ask me where I’ve been."

"Won't be pretty, won't be sweet."

"Since I met you, I've been crazy."

"Don't confess none of your sins."

"My intention is to fade and I will."

"You'll be left with nothing, again."

"Looks like I’m not coming home..."

"The devil's knocking at your door."

"But I don’t mind, please don’t cry."

"Don't do a goddamn thing they say."

"All this time, the joke was all on me."

"You make everything seem so hazy."

"Did I succeed and make you proud?"

"Everything I wanted was in my hand."

"You are the knight that saves my day."

"Dear boy, what are you running from?"

"But now I’m versed in so much worse."

"Since I've been with you, I've been lost."

"Start your life with your head held high."

"If you listen close, you can hear him cry."

"Come inside, I've got some sweet things."

"For the love that I make, I’m going to hell."

"The night is when the ghosts all come out."

"For the vows that I break, I’m going to hell."

"Maybe I wish I could die, maybe I am dead."

"Now I know that there's a different way to die."

"I wanted you to stay, seems you wanted more."

"Come inside, don't be afraid, I’ll keep you safe."

"Their intention is to kill and they will… they will."

"It's a fucked up world, what do you get from it?"

"Here comes the darkness, it's eating at my soul."

"I got one foot in the cradle and one in the grave."

"No mountain made of money can buy you a soul."

"Now you're on your knees with your head hung low."

"See, I don't know you, why do you wanna know me?"

"I'm waiting for my friend to come and break me out."

"Oh Lord, heaven knows, we belong way down below."

"I am sitting on a throne while they’re buried in the dirt."

"My body breathes. Heart still beats. But I am not alive."

"When you're young, you always take what you can get."

"I’ve been locked up a while. I got caught for what I did."

"I don’t mind if you take what's yours, but give me mine."

"But I don't go 'round and take it out on everyone about it."

"Somewhere in the end of all this hate, there's a light ahead."

"You wanna start a war? You think that anyone would listen?"

"You wanna tell them what you think, you think they fucking care?"

"If it came down to make a choice, I would be the one who’s replaced."

"I’ve told the truth so many years, but no one seems to wanna hear that."

[goodnightmemes]

SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS / SEASONS 4 - 5

❛ What’s the matter? You don’t think you deserve to be saved? ❜

❛ You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in. ❜

❛ Destiny can’t be changed. All roads lead to the same destination. ❜

❛ I have questions. I have doubts. I don’t know what is right and what is wrong anymore. ❜

❛ The only reason you’re still alive is because you’ve been useful. But the moment that ceases to be true, the second you become more trouble than you’re worth, one word, one, and I will turn you to dust. ❜

❛ Who do I have to kill to get some French fries around here? ❜

❛ How I feel, this… inside me, I wish I couldn’t feel anything. I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing. ❜

❛ We’re all scared. That’s the big secret… We’re all scared. ❜

❛ If you think you have good intentions, think again. ❜

❛ It’s not blame that falls on you. It’s fate. ❜

❛ I’m tired of burying friends. ❜

❛ You ask me to open that door and walk through it…? You will not like what walks back out. ❜

❛ I’m sorry. This is a very serious, very emotional situation for you. I shouldn’t laugh. It’s just that, I mean, are they serious? They sent you to torture me? ❜

❛ Oh, you’ll spill your guts, one way or the other. I just didn’t want to ruin my shoes. ❜

❛ Most folks live and die without moving anything more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things. Save people. ❜

❛ I can’t see your face, but those are definitely your brooding and pensive shoulders. ❜

❛ You promised me my family would be okay! You promised you were gonna take care of them! ❜

❛ I gave you everything you asked me to give. I gave you more. This is the thanks I get? This is what you do? ❜

❛ Now for the punch line. Everybody dies. ❜

❛ Now I’m asking you, for once, trust me. ❜

❛ Maybe you’re right. Maybe there’s, no escape. After all, how can you run from what’s inside you? ❜

❛ You don’t know me. You never did. And you never will. ❜

❛ Well, boo hoo! I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! ❜

❛ Are you under the impression that family’s supposed to make you feel good, make you an apple pie, maybe? They’re supposed to make you miserable! That’s why they’re family! ❜

❛ We’ve been through much together, you and I. And I just wanted… to say, I’m sorry it ended like this. ❜

❛ What is so worth saving? I see nothing but pain here! ❜

❛ No more crap about being a good soldier, there is a right and there is a wrong here, and you know it! ❜

❛ If there is anything worth dying for, this is it. ❜

❛ Well, can’t make an omelet without cracking a few eggs. In this case, truckloads of eggs, but you get the picture. ❜

❛ Oh God. Is that a molar? I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day. ❜

❛ I’ve got no idea, but what I do have is a GED and a give-em hell attitude, and I’ll figure it out. ❜

❛ I’m hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. ❜

❛ I lost everything… for nothing. ❜

❛ You feel bad now? Wait ‘till you’re thigh-deep in warm corpses. 'Cause my friend, I’m just getting started. ❜

❛ We’ve talked about this. Personal space? ❜

❛ I was dead from the moment we said hello. ❜

❛ Don’t you get it? You can’t run from yourself. ❜

❛ Same song, different verse. Things are never gonna change with you. Ever. ❜

❛ My heart breaks for you. The weight on your shoulders, what you’ve done, what you still have to do. It is more than anyone could bear. ❜

❛ You’re not fooling me, you know that? With this sympathy for the Devil crap? I know what you are. ❜

❛ Whatever you do, you will always end up here. No matter what choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up…here. ❜

❛ Maybe we are each other’s Achilles’ Heel. Maybe they’ll find a way to use us against each other, I don’t know. I just know we’re all we’ve got. ❜

❛ You can do the right thing. You’ve got choices. But if you make the wrong ones, it’ll haunt you for the rest of your life. ❜

❛ I have to believe someone can make the right choice, even if I couldn’t. ❜

❛ You know, I’m starting to get why parents lie to their kids. You want them to believe that the worst thing out there is mixing Pop Rocks and Coke - protect them from the real evil. You want them going to bed feeling safe. If that means lying to them, so be it. ❜

❛ I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow. But this is real. And it’s gonna end bloody for all of us. That’s just how it’s gotta be. ❜

❛ Now listen very closely. Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you! ❜

❛ Are you giving me the 'Last Night on Earth’ speech? ❜

❛ What a peculiar thing you are. ❜

❛ I still love him. But I am going to kill him because it is right and I have to. ❜

❛ Think of the million random choices that you make, and yet how each and every one of them brings you closer to your destiny. Do you know why that is? Because it’s not random. It’s not chance. It’s a plan that is playing itself out perfectly. Free will’s an illusion. ❜

❛ I can see how broken you are, how defeated; you can’t win and you know it, but you just keep fighting, just keep going through the motions. You’re not hungry, because inside, you’re already dead. ❜

❛ We’re supposed to be a team, it’s supposed to be you and me against the world, right? ❜

❛ Not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that… I got laid. ❜

❛ Well, we’re working on the power of love. ❜

❛ I love you, but you are a great big bag of dicks. ❜

❛ No one gives us the right. We take it. ❜

❛ If anyone gets to end this world, it’s me. ❜

❛ Before we get down to brass tacks, some ground rules: No slaughtering each other, curb your wrath. Oh, and keep your hands off the local virgins. We’re trying to keep a low profile here. ❜

❛ Get the hell off my property before I blast you so full of rock salt, you crap margaritas. ❜

❛ I don’t understand your definition of good news. ❜

❛ You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be. ❜

❛ You have an inflated sense of your importance. ❜

❛ To a thing like me, a thing like you, well… Think how you’d feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky. ❜

❛ I’m old. Very old. So, I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you. ❜

❛ However you feel now, it’s only gonna get so very, very much worse… questions? ❜

❛ I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol. ❜

❛ You’re not a kid anymore, and I can’t keep treating you like one. Maybe I gotta grow up a little, too. ❜

❛ Come on, I’ve never lied to you, you could at least pay me the same respect. ❜

❛ We’re going to kill each other. And for what? We don’t even know the answer. Let’s just walk off the chessboard. ❜

❛ What would you rather have: peace or freedom? ❜

[livingthedragonlife]

laios my beloved, i gave him a playlist

explanations for why i chose the songs under the cut because i miss 8tracks. BIG HUGE SPOILER WARNING if you haven’t read/finished the manga!!!

Monsters in the Dark by MyKey — The search for Falin, and also it has a very relaxed perspective on the titular monsters.

Into the Unknown by The Lighthouse And The Whaler —

Moving onward, moving onward I will find truth in the road

The Runaway by Tall Heights — I debated whether to include this one, since some parts REALLY fit and others REALLY don't but ultimately the first verse convinced me:

Very old and free is this voice I heard Echoed in the breeze and the buffalo herds All that I learned from the beasts and these birds is it's home to me And that's all right when they sing "Hooyip, hooyip, hoo hoo"

Woke Up New by The Mountain Goats — It's how I imagine Laios feels with Falin gone:

On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time I felt free, and I felt lonely, and I felt scared And I began to talk to myself almost immediately Not being used to being the only person there

The Darkness Has a Voice by Amber Run —

And the darkness has a voice tonight So beautiful but so unkind I'm floating in the boiling ink Terrified of how I think

Brother’s Keeper by Young the Giant — COME ONNNNNN I HAD TOOOO YOU GET IT:

Oh brother; brother's keeper I'll follow will you lead us? Oh sister; mother's daughter I wonder, will you preach? Will I learn to get better?

Monsters Calling Home by Run River North —

They beat their chests to the sounds of their broken hearts Crying wolf under sheep skins reaching out their claws Stomping their feet, never letting up the dust choking up their lungs Told to be a father, growing up into a fatherless

Vagabond by WILD —

Caught in a place that is in between Who I once was and what I wanna be Trying to find what I need that will set me free

So, tell me where do I belong? Tell me where to go from here? So, I can rewrite all my wrongs I know there's a place somewhere So, tell me where do I belong?

Heart And Mind by Winterbourne — I feel like... this is what Laios was thinking when Zon challenged him to come up with a reason why he deserved to clear the dungeon, come up with what he would do as king. And in general, his trying to find his place in the world.

Underdog by Imagine Dragons — I had to have at least one Imagine Dragons song in here, and this is the one that fit the best.

Waiting For The Snow by Of Monsters and Men —

I used to make mountains But then they grew bigger than me And I used to hunger So what can you offer me?

No Burden by Cold Weather Company —

Break me, take my body for Somebody who could use it

'Cause I’ll mislead and confuse it Oh, I’ll dismay and abuse it

And if I wander, I’m no burden But I’m still my own oppressor

Do What You Love by The Moth & The Flame —

With my future on the line Try to ease my parent's minds It's hard to see It's not for me Throw my layers to the ground Remove my mask and look around To see who I am Is not who I am

I Want To Feel Alive by The Lighthouse And The Whaler —

I came to the place that I try to find division Two sides in a storm seek control by contradiction I want to feel alive, I want to feel alive

Waking Up The Giant by Grizfolk — Well he sure helped wake up the giant winged lion demon!! Can't argue with tha!!

Ghosts by Soul Push — This one is so painfully Touden Siblings it hurts my heart

Of Plants & Promises by Book On Tape Worm —

So I'll turn my back on the world That would leave us here for dead And I'll build a new world Where I am the architect And I'll build a new world Of more than plans and promises

Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons — COME ONN YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT

Human by Of Monsters and Men —

Cage me like an animal A crown with gems and gold Eat me like a cannibal Chase the neon throne

Broken Crown by Mumford & Sons —

And oh, my heart was flawed, I knew my weakness So hold my hand, consign me not to darkness

So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down I'll never wear your broken crown I took the road, and I fucked it all away Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace?

King And Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men — C'MONNNNN I HAD TO ADD THIS ONE COME ONNNN

100 Foxes by Cinders —

Don’t say you’re falling down again But if you do, I’ll pick you up, my friend

100 foxes on fire couldn’t bring you down One honest mistake or lie wouldn’t take your crown Dead or alive, you know you'd try to do the right thing Dead or alive, you know you'd try

[moosethren]

Well, I'm throwing one drabble out there.

Post Dead Money, taking place during FNV in general.

If you want tiny more details about Ash in her Fallout verse, I got a new carrd for her.

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Ash’s memories of her departure from the Sierra Madre had been hazy at best. Flickers of images and sounds was all that remained, along with the pain and fear. To feel anything but horrified after what had happened in that god awful place would have been a miracle. But the missing memories unsettled her. She had managed to piece together a somewhat coherent thread of events by now. After weeks of trying. After weeks of resting up in the Lucky 38, watching her body slowly fall apart from the radiation. 

The nausea, the aches and the feeling of her skin burning had been edged into her very being by now. It had haunted her ever since her first step back into the freedom outside the villa gates. A first step that had led to two days of walking, in a haze. Until her body couldn’t carry her anymore and she remembered collapsing against a rock and then the ground. 

Taste of blood in her mouth. The sight of the red liquid dripping to the ground where she had managed to land on her hands and knees. The sharp, hollow sting of fear from back then still shot through her as she thought back on it. She didn’t know how long she had been like that. Only that the next memory was of her lying on her stomach instead. 

And then that god awful sight. Something humanoid, with large, black eyes had approached her. Its face like that of a gasmask. A primal fear had struck her, something she had only felt a long time ago when she had been cornered by the damn deathclaws. Blinking against the silhouette with the sun behind their back, she knew she was done for. There were no fighting ghost people in her condition.

Despite collapsed to the ground, she had drawn her pistol. But her body had betrayed her; her arm had trembled and the weapon had slipped out of her grasp. Falling harmlessly back to the ground. The figure had kept approaching, forcing her to clear her head and mustering the will to move again. A black fog had been closing in around the edges of her vision. 

She must have looked half dead, resting her head against her stretched out arm, her hand having managed to wrap around the pistol again. A shoe had pressed down on the weapon and her hand.

A gravelly male voice had spoken above her. “Oh, trust me. I’m the last person you want to shoot…”

Even to this day, she struggled to recall the voice. Only that it was somehow familiar. Her memories were the most shattered after that. A campfire. Someone carrying her. Sometimes dragging her. Intense pain. That same familiar voice talking to her; words she couldn’t recall. Everything after that became an even greater blur of hazy memories until only blackness remained.

What she recalled next was waking up in the Lucky 38 a few weeks ago, confused and in pain but alive. Raul had been by her side and while he could answer some things, like for how long she had been out, he hadn’t been able to answer the most pressing one. How she had even reached the Lucky 38. All he knew was that someone had dropped her off by Victor and the securitron hadn't been very forthcoming with any descriptions.

His answer had been almost forgotten in an instance, once Ash realised what had happened to her. Waking up not knowing how you had even ended up back home was one thing. Waking up to realising that your entire physical being had changed was a whole other. Raul had watched with a grimace as Ash had stared at her bluish, ghoul looking hands.

How she had run them through what remained of her hair.

How she had run to the nearest mirror, staring at the hollowed out face that stared back at her.

How she had screamed in anguish before huddling up on the floor, her arms wrapped over her head.

Only Raul's arm over her shoulder and Rex's wet nose against her hand managed to bring her back enough to focus on his voice. That it wasn't as bad as it seemed. Look at him, he had managed two hundred years as a ghoul. She'd power through this, like everything else she had. That she should take her time to accept what had happened. She didn’t know if she could.

***

Days later, seeing New Vegas' lights and people again after being cooped up inside the Lucky 38 did wonders for Ash's mood. Even if the Ranger helmet she wore turned everything a yellow tint thanks to the visor. She’d have to get used to that. People on the Strip knew who she was. The Ranger with the golden wings on her coat and the long feather on her helmet. Mr. House's agent. That position came with respect and power, both from the visitors and the casino owners. Nowadays though... she couldn't help but wonder how much that'd change if she ever took her helmet off in public now.

Mr. House himself didn't care too much about her new ailment. For one thing, she had already delivered the chip and started up his securitron army under the Fort. Secondly, knowing she'd live much longer than any regular human was of a big interest to him. From what she had gathered of her short conversation with him earlier in the day; as long as she could still perform her duties, he didn't care what she looked like.

Random people would though. She of all people knew very well how others - smoothskins - saw ghouls. She'd heard enough stories from both Raul and Lambert to know that her presence would forever be met with disdain at best now. She was prepared for a rough time ahead… and trying to hide forever, would be pointless. 

Ash knew of one place that would welcome her with open arms, no matter what. The Tops. Specifically, the Aces theatre. After how much she had helped Tommy find all his acts in there, the man owed her big. And him having hired a ghoul meant he wouldn't look twice at her. Beyond realising what she had become. Not that she intended to just walk in there and rip off the helmet anyway.

The Aces theatre seemed busier than ever, once she stepped inside and saw all the people in there. It wasn't what she had hoped for. It didn't inspire her to dress down, that's for sure. Not even when Tommy approached her, his arms held out to the sides for an incoming embrace.

"Ash! It's been ages!"

She reluctantly returned the welcoming hug, putting an arm's distance between them afterwards. He looked as tidied up as ever. Even his eyepatch contained a few fresh stitches and leather.

"It has," she agreed, her voice sorrowful. She had missed this place more than she thought. Listening to the artists was one of her favourite pastimes.

"You haven’t been seeing another theatre have you?” His feigned glare quickly turned into a mischievous grin. “I kid, I kid! I know you wouldn’t do that. Come come," Tommy urged her on, gesturing for her to sit down by one of the tables. As she sat down, he snapped his fingers towards one of the bartenders. Within the minute, a bartender came over with a glass of wine, Tommy sitting down across her now.

"Your favourite," he proudly winked.

Ash's fingers danced along the wine glass' foot, hesitating. "Thank you but… I can’t drink this.”

“Oh? Changed tastes?”

“Something… happened while I was away. Let’s just say, I don’t want to take off the helmet right now…”

He gave her an intrigued look, before his face softened. “I see. I assure you, no one here will care if you’re sporting a new scar or something.”

"I wish it was that simple."

"Well. Suit yourself, baby. More for me then. But you might change your mind after the next performance."

Ash tilted her helmet to the side, a little confused. He only let out a pleased laugh at that, holding her wineglass in his hand now; swirling the contents inside gleefully.

"Oh, you'll see. You've been away for so long that you've probably not heard about my new performer. My most popular act as of yet. And even more curious, he's specifically asked for you multiple times."

"Me?" Ash eyes immediately began to travel across the scene before them, as music started to play. Tommy leaned back in his seat, tenting his fingers in his lap with the glass forgotten on the table. The patrons broke out into a cheer when the suit-clad ghoul with sunglasses stepped out on the scene, giving them all a smug wave. He took to the scene like he had done it a million times, putting his voice into action.

Ash was staring in bewilderment under her helmet, leaning forward as if that'd help her understand the situation better. What was Dean Domino doing in New Vegas? How had he even reached the city? Let alone know where it was in this new world?

Something fell into place in her mind, forcing her to press her hand against the side of her helmet. A memory flickered across her eyes. A voice from somewhere in the darkness that had been the last month. No, that couldn't be... suddenly it felt as if it made sense that he was here. Like she should know he had been in New Vegas all this time.

Shaking her head, she looked back at the stage, catching Dean's gaze her way, despite the dark glasses on his face.

"I do wonder why he's been asking for you though," Tommy interrupted their shared gaze, as Ash quickly turned to look at him. Dean's voice was filling the room, something that had always distracted her. He had always been an asshole but she couldn't deny he had the vocals to enrapture a whole room. She wasn't immune to it either. Something she disliked.

Tommy shrugged at his own question, taking a sip from the wine. "Ah, but that's not my business. Enjoy, enjoy. I'm sure you'll have plenty to talk about afterwards." He stood up, leaving her alone at the table. Her fingers slowly tapped against the surface of it, her attention fixed on Dean now.

While they had parted on relatively good terms back in the Madre, the circumstances had been very different compared to now. The bomb collars for one thing, had forced an amicable cooperation between them and the others. She had quickly learned that Dean was a ruthless survivor the moment she had arrived in the Sierra Madre. Then she learned just how far he had gone to achieve his goals.

What he had done to Christine had been highly questionable at best, even if Christine herself had understood the reasons behind it. And without his interference, they would never have been able to reach the Vault in the first place. They wouldn't have been able to escape Elijah's clutches. And the scheming from already before the war...

Dean was a dangerous man and having him in New Vegas should make her more uneasy than intrigued. She hated that he managed to provoke both feelings out of her. She needed to know what he wanted from her, what his future plans were, especially if they were going to be living in the same city.

Ash quickly recoiled from the thought, leaning back in her seat. His interest in her couldn't possibly be good. She was Mr. House's closest agent at the moment. The Courier allowed into the Lucky 38. If he sought a new casino to break into, he'd find himself at a loss there. No amount of bribing or scheming would make her give up the Lucky 38's secrets to him.

She didn't know for how long she sat there, thinking, as Dean sang song after song. Until his performance ended and he offered the audience a polite bow. Tommy was quick to take to the stage, thanking Dean for his performance before turning to the audience.

Ash's eyes remained on Dean behind the helmet. She saw him about to enter the backstage area, pulling apart the curtain there. When he paused and looked back at her. He crooked a finger for her to follow, making her let out a frustrated groan. She reluctantly stood up, wondering what rumours would brew from this, as she complied.

Once she entered the corridor, she spotted him in it, walking down it with his hands behind his back. Smug prick already assumed she would have followed his command. And he wasn't wrong, she realised with a sigh. She caught up and followed him into what she assumed was his stage room.

Dean immediately sat down in one of the comfortable chairs in front of the dresser and mirror, lighting up a cigarette per his usual habit.

"Sit, please," he offered her, gesturing for one of the other chairs. Ash stood staring at him for a moment before she leaned down to check underneath the chair. She'd played this game with him once already.

"Relax. This isn't the Sierra Madre," he drawled patiently. "I've no need for explosives in here. Probably couldn’t get them past the brutes by the door anyway.”

Ash scoffed, but sat down, pressing her arms over her chest. "How did you even find Vegas, Dean? When did you show up here?"

Dean's brow rose. "You really don't remember anything?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" She felt her breath almost catching in her throat. That wasn't what she had expected to hear. How did he know about that? Dean chuckled now, relaxing in his seat and studying the cigarette in his hand.

"My dear, I knew where New Vegas was because I followed your little device's map." He pointed towards her Pip-Boy. "How else do you think you reached the city at all in your state after the Sierra Madre?" The silence that fell after his words was thick enough to cut a knife through. Ash couldn't believe her ears. She searched what little she did remember the last month and the brief flickers of someone being there all along... could it really have been him?

"You're lying." Her tone was sharp, unable to accept the truth. "Why would you bother bringing me here at all, why take such a risk? I remember feeling very ill, and I know I fell unconscious at least once -"

" - Once is quite the understatement..."

"You can't possibly have carried me all the way to New Vegas, Dean!"

"I swear, you didn't doubt me this much back in the Madre, partner. You were somewhat awake most of the time, where supporting you was quite enough. I did carry you occasionally. Took a few days... the robots let me through the gates of the Strip when they realised who I was dragging along. They directed me to the Lucky 38 and the doorman there."

"But why? Why go through all that trouble?"

His irritation at her questions was growing visible and his tone became terse. "Does it matter? I brought you back to your home. I'm detecting very little gratitude here. I could have just left you there, you know. Keeping away the... overgrown rats and the... hm, feral ghouls, as I learned they're called once I came here, wasn't too easy, let me tell you that."

Ash wished her helmet was off, so she could have rubbed her temples. "I got to know you pretty well back there, Dean. You don't help people out of the kindness of your heart."

"Maybe you rubbed off on me."

"Fine. Let’s…  let's pretend I believe that. You reached New Vegas, dropped me off at the Lucky 38 and then you just, what, waltzed in here?"

"You forget, Ash, that I was here long before you were. The Tops was a well known establishment already before the war. Seemed reasonable to investigate it first. I introduced myself, Tommy heard the word and voila... I secured both a crowd and money. And this crowd isn't as likely to kill me as the ghost people were."

Ash made a visible shudder. The less reminders she got of the ghost people, the better.

"So you have done nothing but gain since you left the Sierra Madre. How ironic, I suppose," she admitted. "Sounds like you've got it all set then."

"Do I detect a hint of envy? From you? The infamous Courier, working for the enigmatic Mr. House?" He gave her a bemused sneer, leaning closer again, as if studying her. "No... I don't believe that one bit. You lost something on the way back here, Ash."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come now, don't be coy. I recognise the signs when I see them. I experienced them myself after all, a long time ago. The Sierra Madre does nothing but change people. One way or another. Begin again, don't you remember?" He took a deep drag from the cigarette, exhaling the smoke up against the roof. 

Then he fixed his gaze back at her. "Take off your helmet."

Her face hardened. The nerve of the command. Dean was a ghoul himself, but she didn't imagine he'd have much more respect towards another ghoul because of that.

"As if you need to be more smug about things today."

"Now you're starting to wound me, partner. I can't imagine you'll find anyone more understanding than me."

"He's in the Lucky 38 as we speak."

Dean let out a scoff. "Fine. I'll concede to second place in that regard. Now will you take off the helmet? You're starting to remind me of the ghost people."

Ash took a deep breath. She had to let people know sooner or later. To get it over with. And if he'd truly been there from the start... he had already seen her in the worst state possible.

"Only if you'll be quiet about it," she muttered.

"My lips are sealed."

Unhooking the clasps from the helmet, she lifted it over her head. As she put it on her lap, she stared him down. She could see his brow slowly rise behind the sunglasses.

She was most certainly a ghoul, despite her skin having turned a greyish blue rather than the regular brown. The scar along the right side of her head was still there and so was most of her hair. The sclera in her eyes had turned black and while her eyes were still amber, it had somehow intensified.

"Huh... blue," was all that escaped him. That brought a scoff out of Ash this time, leaning back even lazier in her seat, one hand over the helmet.

"That's all?"

"Well, I got a mirror! I see something like that every day, don’t think you’re special. Still, I suppose using your former good looks is off the table for future negotiations then."

"Oh, is it ‘good looks’ now?”

Dean was quick to roll his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, I am speaking strictly from the perspective of being a ghoul. Besides, moot point now either way."

"Ouch." Her mock reply was accompanied by a deadpan his way.

Despite the insult thrown her way, she felt oddly... relieved. He hadn’t blown up on her. Barely seemed to care in fact.

They fell into silence for a while, both clearly thinking about different things, when Ash broke the silence. "I expected you to stay in the Sierra Madre actually..."

"You know, I did linger around in the casino for a while, after everything settled down. Followed your... tracks through all the floors. Saw a few things, heard a few things. Explored what I had wanted to explore for so long... and I found it all lacking. Perhaps I expected more after all that time." He trailed off, frowning for a while. Long enough that Ash couldn't help but to actually believe him. Whatever he'd seen... it had left a mark on him. Just as it had her.

His short moment of vulnerability didn't last for very long, as expected.

"Bah! Pointless drivel. Luckily for you, I decided not to linger in that god forsaken place. Else you might not have reached New Vegas at all again. And you'd be a literal corpse, just not looking like one."

Ash rolled her eyes. "Lucky me."

"Now, now..." He eyed her with interest, rubbing his chin. "So what's next then? For you, I mean?"

"I'm headed back out into the desert as soon as possible."

"Ever so busy. Well... I won't be keeping you then. Do yourself a favour and do pop by now and then. I might have work for you." Ash tilted her head to the side slowly, looking very doubtful. What jobs could he possibly offer her?

"I'm a courier, not a mercenary."

"Nothing that crass! At least I think not…" The hesitation in his voice made her squint further and he was quick to shake his head. "I have a few ideas but I need time to work on them," he continued. "So... like I said. Don't let me keep you." He waved her off with the tip of his hand, almost impatiently so.

Just as Ash was reminded of old times upon seeing Dean, so had he been upon seeing her. He had spent 200 years in the Sierra Madre... until Ash's arrival. Elijah's arrival really but it was Ash who carried them all through it. She had put Dean on a new path, unknowingly so. Which gave him new ideas. He needed to think. Far away from her.

Ash wasn't one to argue and stood up. She put the helmet back on, making a move to walk out of the room, before pausing to glance over her shoulder at him.

"Thank you, Dean. For bringing me back to Vegas."

He glanced back at her, his eyes slightly narrowed as if trying to detect any sarcasm. When there was none, he slowly gave her a tilt of his head.

"You owe me now," he made sure to tell her, noticing the further pause in her movement. Then she departed the room. She hadn't liked hearing that. After the Madre, they had been even. Now, with Dean basically saving her life? She did owe him. And that couldn't be good.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

HELP your time travel shenanigans fic idea about toji being very much alive but still putting the fate of his two little ass kids in the hands of a bunch of 16-17 year olds even if he’s still breathing. if i was megumi then my abandonment issues would’ve gone crazy if that happened to me 😭. mamaguro is looking down from the pearly white gates IN ANGER at toji’s audacity i just know it.

but now i’m curious on other ideas (that you have) for fics about jjk that you may or may not get to after sea glass gardens.

see the sad thing is that letting a bunch of 16-17 year old bitchy disaster gays discover the magic of teen parenthood is actually a step up because he had already sold Megumi to the Zenin and feral wolverines would be a better alternative to them. This was the best parenting decision toji has ever made.

(Time travel!Megumi: look we don’t have any other options. Anything is better than the Zenin.

Gojo, in the distance: they’re what three? That’s old enough for a red bull

Geto: I will actually kill you over this satoru

Time travel!megumi: *deep breath*)

A loose catalogue of my jjk fics, which may or may not exist one day:

Sea glass gardens verse:

I am forever compelled by the siren call of expanding my fics into universes because one story is never enough for me. I’ve got threeish stories in this universe, with no promises of how many, if any, I’ll write.

1. The Teen Parenting Chronicles: Gojo, Nanami, and Shoko’s expert guide to raising children when you are, in fact, children. Featuring what the fuck happened with the Zenin the first time around.

2. Megumi’s pov of what just happened leading up to sea glass gardens: someone asked me if I’d ever write this and it has the highest chance of existing because I have. Sort of. Started writing it. I have impulse control issues.

3. Okkotsu Yuuta and the world’s longest distance panic attack: crack fic of Yuuta on his study abroad trip becoming increasingly more frantic at the other second year’s updates as to how His Boy’s first year as a jujutsu sorcerer is going. What do you mean sukunas there. What do you mean he doesn’t have a shirt. Well put one on him!

Time travel AU:

1. The Time Traveler’s Guide to Fucking Shit Up And Living Well: following another attempt on their lives by the higher ups, the first year gang is forced into a desperate, high stakes gamble with a time-centric curse that puts their very existences at stake. If they want to survive, they have to complete one task of their choosing in the past before the clock runs out. Their mission?

To punch fushiguros shitty bio dad in the face, something which will surely have no long term consequences on the timeline.

See this one has the most chance of actually existing one day because it is by far my FAVORITE jjk fic I have. It even beats out sea glass gardens. I desperately want to write it.

2. The 2006 Gang and the Art of a Good Union: following a confusing incident with the star plasma vessel and three unknown sorcerers, the 2006 Tokyo jujutsu high first and second year class inexplicably goes off the rails and retires from jujutsu sorcery, claiming that they’ve discovered the magic of teen parenthood and can in no way risk themselves in such a dangerous profession now that they have kids to think about. At least, not with the way things are run now.

No one knows where they got the children from.

3. Toji Fushiguro and the Dead Beat Dad Chronicles: in which toji fushiguro succeeds at being a dead beat baby daddy to two teenaged gay boys and their crew of bitchy lgbtq compadres, who in no way want him to be involved in their children’s lives.

Standalones:

1. “Fushiguro is unleashed in junpei’s school like an invasive superpredator” AU: I’ve talked about this one in way more detail in another post for an ask game, but the idea is that itadori discovers junpeis abuse at school and says Not On His Fucking Watch and escalates the matter to gojo, who decides the funniest possible solution while they try to draw out mahito is to unleash his all star delinquent son into junpeis high school to bully the bullies.

Fushiguro resents this as a problem solving strategy.

2. The Zenin raise Megumi AU: also discussed in more detail in an ask game. In which people took Tsumiki’s little brother from her, but she’s trying to get him back, she promises.

Or, in which the Zenin take megumi, leave tsumiki, and they both spend every day after fighting to get back to the other.

3. Sort of a no curse AU: Itafushi romance story, in which local himbo Itadori Yuuji falls for delinquent Fushiguro Megumi when his grandpa is placed in the room next to Fushiguros comatose sister. Starts as a no curse AU… except there’s totally curses, Tsumikis mom just moved them to Sendai without telling anyone so the Zenin never found Megumi, and he’s just never told anyone about the curses he sees because he’s worried he’s schizophrenic. He thought the shikigami thing was a metaphor for self actualization or something.

4. Fushiguro Megumi and the World’s Most Inconvenient Custody Battle: pre JJK0, Geto decides to be a shithead magic terrorist at a local school that represents all the worst of monkey society: it’s known for a rampant bullying issue, which is a breeding ground for cursed spirits, and it contributes to the risk to jujutsu sorcerers by feeding a local legend of a haunted bridge that could explode into a serious curse any day.

What he didn’t count on? Finding the new Ten Shadows in the student body, who’s fully willing to kamikaze them both if it means saving his sister’s life.

And who doesn’t seem to be aware that he more than has the potential to take suguru in a fight.

In which Fushiguro just wanted to shut up, go to school, and go home, and instead finds himself in a binding vow to give cult life a whirl to save the lives of classmates he doesn’t even like all that much.

It involves oddly more parenting than he expected.

5. Fake Fiancés AU: prodigy and noble prize winning physicist Gojo Satoru, following a very ill advised fuck buddies arrangement with fushiguro toji, has settled down into domestic bliss with the two kids he took from the relationship despite them not, in any way, being related to him. The problem? His ex is back in town. The hot one. The one who broke up with him and started a cult. The one who he wants to convince he got over when he absolutely did not do that.

The solution? Tell everyone he’s happily engaged to Nanami Kento, who cannot express enough how much he does not want him to do that.

… until, all of a sudden, he needs a show of domestic bliss himself. His adoptive son’s older brother, sukuna, has crawled out of the woodwork and decided to make a play for custody himself. And Nanami does not know what Sukuna truly wants, but he knows it does not have Yuuji’s best interests at heart.

I share custody of this story with my best friend, who cocreated it with me over deranged text message. I may convince her to joint write it with me if I ever get her to publish her fanfic.

6. Todo Aoi and Schrodinger’s Boyfriend: Todo’s beloved brother, who is most assuredly a man, suffers some kind of terrible brain damage that leads him to confess he loves an assless boy. Todo cannot abide by this, until it’s pointed out to him that if Fushiguro’s type is his brother, that would make him the most interesting man alive. If it is not, he continues to be a boring and uninteresting boy.

Todo sets off on a mission with two goals: determine if fushiguro megumi is interesting, and get him to do some squats. because there’s simply no ass there.

Fushiguro wonders why his life is suddenly harder.

7. Choso and the Art of Being a Big Brother: choso discovers the truth of kenjaku early and does the only logical thing in response: he kills his father in his sleep, cuts out his brain, and delivers it in a jar to his new brother Itadori Yuuji as the first step in wooing him into domestic sibling love.

Megumi doesn’t know where these people come from. Or why all of them think itadori is their brother.

8. SatoSugu realizes their little boy is all grown up when he gets his first crush on a boy when he meets yuuji.

They do not fucking take it with grace.

Also co-written with my best friend via text message.

9. The instagram chronicles: crack fic in which the jujutsu sorcery personnel crisis gets worse, because nobara Kugisaki keeps trying to hard launch her instagram influencer career, and keeps accidentally making every jujutsu sorcerer instagram famous except for her

10. So I don’t actually ship Yuuta and Megumi, but I do really like the idea of low stakes relationships? Like, especially for teen romances. You tried it, decided you were better off as friends, and just went back to being friends. I just like the idea of fumbling around in relationships and getting a sense of boundaries and what you’re interested in without it being a big, world-shaking romance. It seems like a more realistic portrayal of high school relationships than every one of them being this world-defining mature love.

Pre season 1 but post JJK 0, Yuuta and Megumi dated for maybe a month and half, held hands maybe twice, and decided that they were better off as friends and parted on good terms. The issue?

No one realized they were dating. And when it is realized, everyone thinks their relationship was torpedoed because the second years kept inviting themselves onto their dates.

Cue the jjk high school students trying to amend old mistakes and get Yuuta and Megumi back together, who do not, in fact, want to be back together. Headlining Inumaki Toge, who is half in love with Yuuta and does not know why he’s helping get him together with someone else, and Itadori Yuuji, who is half in love with Megumi and also does not know why he’s helping get him together with someone else.

[poptivist]

metaphorical deaths across trench

the day trench was released, kerrang published an article which contained the following quote: “neon gravestones, tyler explains, is the heart of trench.”

and i just didn’t get it. we’d had jumpsuit, natn, levitate and my blood for months; all in-world, all not having very much detail about death other than showing the literal gravestones lit with neon.

in early 2019 i ran a small poll on twitter asking “do you think this is related to the narrative” for each song on trench, and of 132 voters, only 67% said yes, neon gravestones seemed related. i didn’t then – and still don’t now – know what exactly neon gravestones as a song has to do with every other part of trench the album.

here are some things we do know: ending your life is the goal of vialism. in the third verse of neon gravestones tyler lists reasons that someone might end their life (as a form of legacy, as a form of lashing out) and says as a counterpoint that our culture should glorify old age instead of an early death. in leave the city, the record’s last song, tyler says “in time i will leave the city; for now i will stay alive.” and we know it’s the goal of the vulture/bandito to turn death into life (be a vulture who feeds on pain).

with the “heart of trench” thing in mind, i’m looking for ways that neon gravestones relates to each other song on the album – because before there were articles, interviews, or music videos, these songs existed first on their own, together. i’m starting from here:

the first verse of neon gravestones gives us this:

what's my problem?

what’s his problem? he’s about to explain. excellent.

well, i want you to follow me down to the bottom underneath the insane asylum keep your wits about you while you got 'em 'cause your wits are first to go while you're problem-solving and my problem? we glorify those, even more, when they

(“lost ‘em,” presumably.)

so based on tyler’s description of song structure i’m looking for problem-solving as a point of conflict (specifically, losing wits) and death as a topic.

this is what i’ve scraped together -- i've categorized each song as wits kept, wits lost, and incorporating death into living.

jumpsuit. jumpsuit ends with tyler in a pose that definitely screams dead.

though “attempted escape should be honored,” considering tyler tried (with zero endgame) to run on foot from a bishop on horseback, i would place this firmly in the category of wits lost.

02. levitate “i am a vulture who feeds on pain”. vultures feed on carrion, so there’s some relationship between pain & death. in a sense he’s incorporating death into living.

03. morph. tyler can’t stop thinking about life after death, even though nico is always trying to stop him.

he takes this song to methodically reason out his thoughts about death. for that reason, i would categorize this as wits kept.

04. my blood says “if you find yourself in the lion’s den, i’ll jump right in and pull my pin.” taking the grenade with you is a one-way trip 💀 so i would categorize this as wits lost.

i noticed a bunch of these songs have high emotion in them, like for example jumpsuit's “i can’t believe how much i hate…” if there’s high emotion in this one, i would call it loyalty (but past the point of self-preservation).

05. chlorine. chlorine says "rebel red carnation grows while i decay." decay suggests a death occurring. “i’ll be back when it’s all complete” and “the moment is medical” says this leaving-of-the-city is temporary and necessary; it’s incorporating a death into living.

06. smithereens. “for you i would get beat to smithereens”. smithereens literally means small pieces, which is generally considered pretty dead. if there's high emotion here i would call it most likely rage. you could maybe say what he wants to save he'll kill: in jumpsuit, himself, in my blood, his brother, in smithereens, his relationship. i would call this one wits lost.

07. neon gravestones: is the song we’re talking about.

08. the hype. the hype music video shows tyler and josh getting shot up by invisible bullets, which according to the director symbolized the metaphorical death that took place before the band redefined themselves for trench. this is incorporating a death into living.

09. nico and the niners. this one does say we will win but not everyone will get out. that doesn’t necessarily mean death, but the whole rap verse is a half-assed plan at best. (still better than jumpsuit, which was a zero-assed plan)

10. cut my lip. the cut my lip visuals show the arms of the statues pictured in natn sticking up out of the ground as though drowning. so maybe wits lost? being buried in the ground/drowning is dying, and in the song he says explicitly this isn't what he wants.

(the cement people periodically turn yellow like the vulture)

11. bandito. in jumpsuit tyler’s death is preceded by a fall; in bandito the lyrics say “we know you don’t know to fall”. they also say “i created this world to feel some control; destroy it if i want”. wholesale destruction does seem death-adjacent. i would call both of these things incorporating death into living.

12. pet cheetah. no deaths here. tyler says “no, i move slow, i’ll sit here til i find the problem.” the squealing tires tell us there is an urge to move hastily, but tyler makes a decision to be patient with his problem. i would call this wits kept.

13. legend. during the live show tyler would say during legend “if i my grandfather taught me one thing it’s that it’s worth it to keep on fighting all the way to the bitter end.” he also says “you’re a legend in my own mind” and notably, dema maps have a compass rose, but no legend, so maybe his grandfather is an example for him? either way, “keep fighting to the bitter end” is a clear plan, so i would call this wits kept.

14. leave the city. “it’s only time before they show me why no one ever comes back with details from beyond.” this suggests he’s talking about a final death, a final leaving-of-the-city, the point of no return (assuming people aren’t coming back with anything else either, like cashews or scratch tickets or whatever). this isn’t incorporating death into living then, but it’s a plan to live. i would call this wits kept.

so that's my attempt to see neon gravestones as central to trench beyond what is explicitly said in the third verse. i'm basically full of question marks and this is the best i could come up with. any ideas? what am i missing?

[aceghosts]

WIP Wednesday Tuesday

Hey everybody! I'm doing Wip Wednesday a little early since I can't post it tomorrow. Thanks to @cassietrn, @inafieldofdaisies, @direwombat, @nightbloodbix, @captastra, and so many others who have tagged me!

Tagging: @sstewyhosseini, @marivenah, @alexxmason, @captmactavish, @anonymousmalkavian, @clicheantagonist, @voidika, @jillvalentinesday, @theelderhazelnut, @socially-awkward-skeleton, and uhhh...anyone else who wants to be tagged! I'm blanking a little tonight. (If you ever wanna be tagged in something, just let me know!)

So, I've actually started writing again, and well it's all for Rooney's CP2077 verse. It's going to be a long one since I haven't shared anything in a while.

This first snippet is a continuation of this. It's set right after the beginning of the Phantom Liberty DLC (So spoilers, if you haven't played it yet.) An exhausted Rooney has dragged themself back to Konpecki plaza after Reed gets Myers out of Dogtown, and Yorinobu is giving them the third degree after Rooney shows up looking like they've been put through the wringer:

“Did Kurt Hansen do this to you?” Yorinobu cuts straight to, and Rooney notices the anger and concern in his eyes. “No.” Even though he sent the Barghest after Rooney and Myers, he hadn’t set the Chimera on them. Wasn’t So Mi’s fault either. Whatever had been in the Chimera was something else. A shudder runs up their spine at the thought of it. “The thing that did this to me is dead.” His shoulders drop, relaxing slightly as he motions for them to sit. They sit in the chair, trying not to wince from the pain on their left side. “I have no doubt that anyone who intends to harm you would not leave with their life, Shepard. But-,” He emphasizes the word, “I do not think you are telling me the full story.” “There isn’t much to tell. Just a standard missing persons case.” There is so much Rooney wants to tell him. They’ve trusted him with other parts of themselves that others wouldn’t be allowed to see, the parts that made Rooney vulnerable. Yet, anything they say to him about Myers and So Mi could put him in danger. And Rooney won’t do that to Yorinobu. “Things were rough for a while, but I found them alive and well. A happy ending.”

This second snippet is from a fic centering on Rooney and Yorinobu's discussion about why Rooney is in an Arasaka facility, and why they let Arasaka experiment on them. (Spoiler Alert: Wasn't Rooney's choice. This part of the timeline is supposed to be similar to ME2 where Cerberus is responsible for bringing Shepard back to life. Thanks again to Mika for this idea!):

A moment later, rational thought kicks in. It may just be an Arasaka employee coming to check on Rooney. Someone who wanted to hurt them wouldn’t make so much noise. They’ll continue with the one-word answers, the easiest way to get any corpo to leave. Yesterday, Rooney’s psychologist nearly left their session in tears of frustration at Rooney’s refusal to provide anything real. They would talk with someone, just not someone who is in the pocket of Arasaka. Yet, Rooney still grabs a wrench in their right hand, their still human one, for good measure, before pretending to be deep in concentration while working on their motorcycle. The footsteps stop, and Rooney glances briefly at the doorway. Yorinobu Arasaka leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his face. Nothing inter-. They do a double take, trying to conceal the genuine surprise on their face. What the hell is he doing here? Rooney takes it back; they do miss the quiet, even if it leaves them with too much time to think about things they shouldn’t dwell on. He needs to leave, now. “Whoever you’re looking for isn’t here.” Rooney returns their gaze to their motorcycle, tone very matter-of-fact. “You don’t even know who I’m looking for.” They don’t respond. Who does he think he’s kidding? Rooney and Yorinobu both know that he isn’t looking for them. “Don’t be hasty, Shepard.” Maybe he is looking for them. But why? They feel themself tense, swallowing nervously. The last encounter between the pair ended with a glaring match and barbed insults.

And the last snippet is during the events of 2077 after V and Jackie's disastrous heist. Up until this meeting, Rooney and Yorinobu haven't spoken in a while after Rooney chose to go back to the military rather than helping Yorinobu take down Arasaka. Yorinobu mentions his father's plans for the relic, and well:

“And what does the Relic do?” They already know what it does. It turns idiot mercs with delusions of grandeur into long-dead rockstars. “My father wanted to live forever,” Yorinobu’s voice is grave, “The Relic was his answer to that.” Their eyes widen in horror, the awful insinuation not lost on them. That’s…that’s…There are not enough words in the human language for Rooney to express how awful it is. Placing the datapad down, Rooney turns to face him, horror clear on their face. Without thinking, Rooney cups his face out of concern. Doesn’t matter that they haven’t talked to him since the argument when Rooney left the facility. They’re still worried for him. “Yori…,” their nickname for him slips out as he takes this opportunity to pull them closer, “Saburo… he didn’t try to… he didn’t…?” Even after all they’ve seen, Rooney can’t bring themself to finish the sentence. “No, he never got the chance.”

[saras-devotionals]

Quiet Time 3/22

What am I feeling today?

Honestly, I feel sad. I’m just a little heartbroken and I’m not totally prepared for what the future holds. I want to stay in my little bubble of comfort right now but I know it’ll pop soon and I’m not ready for that. I just want more time.

Bible Plan: Spiritual Wilderness

Demons do not live or abide in dry places; they only go through them. They dwell in wicked places. Demons lives in dead places. As long as you are alive, even if you’re dry, the enemy will feel uncomfortable by your constant praises, praying in the Spirit and confessing God’s Word. He will flee if you submit to God’s Word and stand your ground.

We don’t run from the devil; he runs from Christ in us.

Maybe you feel tempted by the devil in your wilderness as Jesus was, but don’t lose hope. The devil will not stay in a dry place. He will go through it. The enemy is seeking a place to rest. So be alert and keep him from finding “rest” by praising God, seeking God and standing on His Word, even when you don’t feel like it.

You may feel tired, but remember, the enemy gets tired too. Your faith, declarations of Scripture verses, and praise wears out the devil. Continue to press into God’s presence until the enemy gets restless and moves on. Stand firmly on God’s promises and enjoy His warm love in spite of your current situation and feelings.

If you are in a dry place right now and feel like you’re being attacked, I want to prophesy into your life that if you speak God’s Word and not your own feelings, the enemy will flee. Remember, you may be dry, but you’re not dead. Your dry season is coming to an end.

We don’t run from the devil; he runs from Christ in us. <- I like this line and I think it’s a great representation of what we need to do. When we resist him he flees, and to do so we need to remain firm in Christ instead of letting the devil get a foothold in our lives.

Matthew 4:10-11 NIV

“Jesus said to him, “Away from me, Satan! For it is written: ‘Worship the Lord your God, and serve him only.’” Then the devil left him, and angels came and attended him.”

Here’s Jesus resisting Satan after his time in the wilderness being tempted (and remember that it was the Holy Spirit that led him there in the first place). Once Jesus makes it clear, Satan leaves. We need to mimic Jesus in this way, resisting and shooing him away because he will leave.

Matthew 12:43-45 NIV

““When an impure spirit comes out of a person, it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left.’ When it arrives, it finds the house unoccupied, swept clean and put in order. Then it goes and takes with it seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that person is worse than the first. That is how it will be with this wicked generation.””

This is kinda terrifying but it absolutely makes sense. When we become disciples it flees from us, but then it comes back for the attack. What it was initially we can resist because we’ve already overcome it once. But it realized this and then comes back even harder, the devil is persistent and will go after you even more to get you back.

James 4:7 NIV

“Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”

The main thing to keep in mind! He will flee from you if you resist him. But you have to resist. If you give him a chance, he’ll just worm his way in until he’s made a home of you and then it’ll be so much harder to get him to leave. But again, you have to do all this in reliance and submission to God. Which I know for me can be a bit of a struggle because I can have a hard time being submissive to anyone.

[courtoftheclueless]

Cold Weather

Take the first of hopefully 31 writing things this month. I cannot in good conscience call this a "Drabble" as it is about 950 words.

Also, take the taglist before the thing: @bioexorcizm@eternally-smitten If you want to be added, then let me know!

This verse (the 141 World of Darkness AU) will be tagged as "Side Sessions"

“Fuck.” It was a little shocking to hear Garrick to the be the one swearing. But, as always, it was done with a careful enunciation that made it almost seem socially acceptable. “How is it colder in here than outside?”

Dr Giovanni couldn't help but roll her eyes at his exaggeration. Outside was cold enough to have frozen the English streets. To turn the slush into ugly ice and leave a layer of snow coming down carefully. In her morgue-slash-laboratory wasn't even cold enough to make her uncomfortable.

“Would you rather have rotting corpses?” The autopsy was done, and she was running the samples through the machine to get a basic idea of what the composite illness was. She had neutralized it- and would later investigate it personally- but machines helped with the initial guesswork. “I have a kettle in my kitchenette, and coffee or tea in the cupboards.”

“Can’t you just… have them not rot?” Despite his incredulous tone, he did move towards the attached office and kitchenette to her workspace. At the very least, he was going to entertain her. “We watched you raise the dead.”

“No, you watched me use the ZV in the infected to hijack their muscular system and use them like meat puppets.”

“Morbid.” The kettle began to heat. It had an almost annoying noise to it, but it helped keep her aware of who was doing what in her space. “If you can do that, you can make it warmer, yeah? It’s freezing out there.”

She turned, brown eyes leveled with his and an unimpressed press of her lips.

The shrug he gave was genuine, though not enough to stand up completely from where he leaned against the counter. His baseball hat- though he hated it when she called it that- replaced with a toque- he really hated when she called a ‘beanie’ that- to keep him warmer.

If he wanted to be warmer, he could grow out a proper beard and moustache as opposed to the almost teenaged thing that sat on his upper lip and across his jaw. It was a shame. He was a handsome man, absolutely let down by such a thing.

“That is nowhere near the same thing, Garrick.” And he smiled a bit. The quirk of his eyebrow and cock of his smile a challenge. “It’s about knowledge. You have to know what you’re working with. I know the body- both alive and dead- and so my magic works well with it. I am not a meteorologist, so I’m not going to risk fucking up the environment because you’re too fashionable to bundle up properly.”

“Says the woman wearing a waistcoat.” He nodded at her attire. She had an air of professionalism about her, with her blazer on the back of a chair, her waist coat and well tailored pants, and button down shirt sleeves rolled up neatly to her elbows. “Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m used to it. Spent most of my life in a morgue like this one.” The hum he gave felt a little awkward to her, but she pushed past it. Her whole life was morbid. Sometimes things worked out like that. “I keep a sweater in my office in case it gets to be too much.”

“And I’m guessing quite a bit of this hot chocolate, huh?” He rattled the mostly empty can. It was a cheap brand- a remnant of her childhood. “Thought you bought this thing last week.”

“Can’t drink coffee, don’t like tea.”

The offended English gasp was enough to make her laugh as she moved to the computer hooked up to the microscope. A little bit enchanted coding, and it should be able to help identify the virus. Tricks that one of her half sister’s brothers taught her.

Good man, and one who despite his affinity for mixing magic and tech, had enough sense in his head to detest the Technocracy. A damn good man.

“You’ve probably never had a proper cup then.”

She already knew where this was going. It was past eight in the night- he would tell her to grab a cup of tea with him. Then a meal- his treat. Then back to the barracks for them to sleep because this was hour thirty of being in the lab with the specific body they were trying to investigate.

“My mother would yell at you for saying that.” He was handsome and sweet, so she was going to fall for it. But that didn’t mean she had to make it easy for him. “Wrath of Saint Martha would be upon you if you made her feel that it wasn’t good.”

“Which one?”

It was a fair jab that he gave with a tilt of his head. The Catholic church had plenty of saints. But She was better known- or at least she thought She was.

“Saint of Housewives, Servants, Cooks.” The computer would take hours more to go through all the possible viruses that the amalgamation could be. But she didn’t take anymore steps to go and hang out with him. Not until he actually asked. “Ma and I had an icon of her in the kitchen when I was growing up. She and Nonna taught me to ask for guidance whenever trying to cook for others. I could give myself food poisoning if I wanted, but don’t I dare serve shit to others.”

“Well, how about we check out if the pub down the road does the same?”

There it was. But she had been living off of microwave meals and naps in an office chair for the past thirty hours.

“Fine, but I won’t hear any sort of complaints about the cold.”

[reyofluke-ocs]

OCs DESERVE BETTER -> Mina Rhee (The Walking Dead) FC: Moon Bloodgood

“Just because I try to save everyone doesn’t mean I don’t know how to kill - that I’m not willing to. I wouldn’t underestimate me, if I were you.”

One of the eldest Rhee siblings, Mina was everything her parents dreamed about - successful in life and pursuing a prestigious career that would ensure job security and a comfortable life. And then she takes an Emergency Services Management class the summer between high school and college, and discovers her true calling lays in becoming a paramedic. Her parents eventually come around to the idea - just in time for her to decide she wants to try living on her own, and move to Atlanta, Georgia.

A few short years later, she is followed by her not-so-secret-favorite younger brother, Glenn, who she doesn’t hesitate to make room for in her tiny city apartment. Deciding she wants a change from EMS in metro Atlanta, she takes a position at King County EMS. Barely a year into her work with them, her unit is one of the many dispatched to respond to a call about multiple gun shot wounds, including a King County deputy officer. Being the closest, Mina and her partner are the first on the scene, and Mina immediately works to stabilize the injured Officer Grimes. Between her and her partner’s efforts, they are able to keep the injured officer alive and stable enough for emergency surgery.

Gun shot wounds were something Mina was familiar with - from growing up in Detroit to being part of Atlanta EMS - so she is able to compartmentalize the incident just like she does so many other calls. And then the dead start walking and she’s separated from Glenn. And she finds herself running to a disoriented but very alive Officer Grimes at the hospital during her ransacking it for supplies. 

tagging: @endless-oc-creations,  @stanshollaand, @foxesandmagic, @hiddenqveendom, @arrthurpendragon, @cas-verse, @eddiemunscns, if anyone wants to be added/removed let me know!

[anewkindofme]

Do you have any headcanons for what Klaus did or what his POV was when he found out that marcel wasn’t dead?

Hey, “Numb by Linkin Park” came up on my Spotify shuffle when I opened this ask. If that’s not the perfect song for these two…

I’m assuming this is regarding my “Baby Vampire” verse. If it’s about canon, I honestly don’t give it a ton of thought. Klaus never seems to have any reaction to it. I think he feels betrayal but was also relieved that he wasn’t dead. At the time, he was more focused on the witches. Marcel was the one who was mad “Klaus never came for him”. Which, okay, Marcel 😒 I support your choices but you faked your own death, sir. And helped Mikael run him out of town. What did you want him to do?

Anyway, onto my verse…

Klaus didn’t believe it, even when he saw Marcel for himself. He initially thought someone was trying to trick him. But Marcel was able to prove it but sharing memories that only the two of them would possibly have.

He was a mixture of excited, relieved, angry, hurt and disbelief. Losing Marcel just about killed him and only furthered set him on a path of destruction. To know he’s alive should be the best news ever!

Except it means that Marcel faked his death. He put him through so much pain. The betrayal of that, from his own child no less, cuts deep.

I think what helps in this verse is that Klaus has already had to face what he did to Kol and Rebekah. He can see that he was a toxic, horrible brother who wanted to control every step they took so he wouldn’t be alone.

So while he is initially angry, he doesn’t disagree when Marcel points out how controlling he was. That he was suffocating him and making him feel small. He does point out that at least Kol and Rebekah never left him…but Marcel is quick to counter that he also shoved them in coffins to prevent that.

Klaus’ anger doesn’t last long, though the hurt does. Marcel does apologize for faking his death because he knows there were other ways. It’s why he didn’t hide when Klaus came to town. He’s felt guilt and has missed his father.

He’s willing to work on it it Klaus is. Only if Klaus promises he’s changed.

And as we see, Klaus still struggles with being overprotective and possessive but he has relaxed a lot in the century since.

[hermitcraft-8]

Anyway since I made the blog I figure I should tell you about MY turtle iteration.

It’s a little hard to explain bc it doesn’t have a theme like gumys superhero one but! I’ll do my best. (I call it the baroque verse)

I suppose I’ll start with the Kraang. I’m this one there’s only like. 4 of them. They came from the dimension x planet to earth bc on dimension x they were kinda losers bc they couldn’t do anything right, so they were all like “well show them! We’ll go to earth and transform it into a habitable place!” (Dimension x is experiencing a huge overpopulation crisis, so a whole new planet to live on would benefit them massively)

They end up meeting Bishop, who in this au is not only a cyborg but a woman (#feminism) with a mysterious past. Bishop offers to help them overthrow earth, on the condition they promise to give her a share of land. But in truth, she’s actually manipulating them for her own insane means and will probably kill them once she has what she needs. What does she need? It’s a secret (I haven’t figured it out yet she is the newest character I’ve made)

So, she builds them a vast robot army. And this is where Splinter and Sherdder come in. (In this one, shredder is splinters DAD!!)

Basically, there was a war between the hamatos and their rival clan, the Foot, in Japan. The hamatos win, ofc but this feud ends up killing sakis wife. (splinters mother). So, saki leaves the hamato clan to his pupil and him and splinter run off to America. However, they end up getting caught up in all the Kraang business, and realize that they kinda don’t want the world to end, actually, so they start their own sort of father-son rebellion against the aliens. Yay, bonding! (They actually have a very healthy relationship)

One night, they hear that the Kraang are planning to experiment more with biological soldiers, and bishop has crafted a special serum (mutagen, what else). Splinter and his father mosey on over to hq to check it out and lo and behold! They’re experimenting on innocent baby turtles! Splinter and Saki that they have to save those baby turtles from what is sure to be their demise (god forbid women do anything) and decide to launch an ambush right then and there. A lot of shit happens. Mutagen vat explodes. Walls crumble and the building comes down. Splinter (a freshly mutated Ryukyu spiny rat) snatches the turtles (who somehow fell into a mutagen puddle that had a live electrical wire in it and lived?? We’ll get to that later) and Saki and Bishop disappear.

Splinter declares his father dead and drags the babies to the sewers to raise them as his own, because what else is he supposed to do? Turns out, surprise, each of the babies have unique super powers. Terrible twos? More like “asleep on your feet fur singed off depressed as hell what did I do to deserve this at least my oldest is somewhat behaved oh wait he’s deaf how am I supposed to accommodate him I don’t know fucking sign language and I can’t look it up I’m a rat I don’t have a goddamn cellphone Jesus Christ Leonardo stop electrocuting your brother” twos!!! hahah am I right!

Fast forward 15 years. The turtles birth order (oldest to youngest) goes Donnie, Leo, Mikey, Raph. Donnie is a spotted pond turtle, Leo is a River cooter, Mikey is a gulf coast box turtle, and Raph is an albino wood turtle. As stated before, Donnie is deaf and uses a modified mix of ASL (finger spelling) and BSL (for everything else) around his brothers, and AAC around his father and certain other people who don’t know his special Frankenstein sign language. All the turtles powers in order of birth order are Foresight (which, for extra angst points, give Donnie seizures if they’re super major visions!) Electricity powers, fire powers, and density manipulation.

Oh btw, remember how Saki was declared dead? HES ALIVE. He’s just been brainwashed by the Kraang for the last 15 years and now his only goal is to kill splinter and his turtle children! Also, in the first few years of his captivity, he was so depressed and lonely that Bishop made him a robot daughter and fitted her with ai for him to talk to and spar with. That robot is Karai, and she eventually gains sentience.

That’s it for now I think. Wasn’t expecting it to get that long lol. Oops

wait holy shit this goes hard.

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MAIN BLOG TAGS

Mr. Meek Speaks (OOC)

It's Best To Keep Me Pleased (Answered Asks)

They Call You Sexy And You Don't Care What They Say (Memes)

Perfectin' My Passion Thanks For Askin' (Headcanon Memes)

Live In Dog Years And I Feel Twenty-Six Yeah I'm Old Bitch But I Learn New Tricks (Munday Meme)

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What Do We Have Here? (Promo)

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CHARACTER TAGS

I Feel So Alive Right Now I Feel Like A God Right Now (αℓℓ мυѕєѕ)

Sweet Real Legend Persecute The Weak And Willing (αиgєℓѕ)

Go Ahead And Hate Me Hate Me Baby So So Salty But Sweet (fαикι∂ѕ)

I'm Not A Rich Kid Maybe That's A Good Thing Ain't Got Shit But I Got This Far (нєℓℓвσяи)

"Angel" He Calls Me Does He Know That I'm Falling From A Precipice That I Tripped Off Long Ago? (∂ємσи яσуαℓту)

I Have No Time For Confession For I'm Too Busy Committing Sins (ѕιииєяѕ)

ANGEL TAGS

Whatever People Tell Me That The Bible Tells Me I Will Do (αвѕтємισυиєѕѕα)

Reciting Violence Like Poetry (α∂αм)

I've Found A Rainbow A Rainbow Baby Trust Me I Know Life Is Scary (ємιℓу)

Do You Mistake Your Flaws For Property? (αя¢нαиgєℓ υяιєℓ)

I'm Standing In The Face Of All That My Story Holds In Its Wake (ναℓσяє)

FANKID TAGS

Wakes Up At Noon Gets Up When He Has To Makeup On His Nightstand Cocaine In His Bathroom (тσиιтσ)

There's Something Tragic About You Something So Magic About You Don't You Agree? (є∂єи)

What We Loved Today We'll Lose Tomorrow But I Won't Need To Wait For My Share Of Sorrow Because I Always Kill The Things I Love (∂ιмαѕ)

Can't Stop Coming In Hot I Should Be Locked Up Right On The Spot (ℓυ¢єяσ)

So Throw Your Hands Up And Eat Your Heart Out Are You Star-Struck Or Did You Black Out? (ρєввℓєѕ)

She Just Wants Vodka And Cigarettes Has Her Dealer On Speed Dial When She Gets Stressed (ναиєммα)

Just Dance If You're Caught Up In The Holy Ghost Trance If You Stop I'll Put The Killer Ants In Your Pants (νυggυ¢н)

HELLBORN TAGS

Who Needs Pepsi Juice Or Sprite? If You Do You’re Weak That’s Right (вαявιє)

You Can Hate Me After You Pay Me (¢αѕн)

I’m Gonna Take Their Hearts For Ransom 'Cause Everybody’s Always Askin’ When You Gonna Show Us Magnum? (¢нαzz)

My Boy’s A Homosexual And That Don’t Scare Me None I Want The World To Know I Love My Dead Gay Son (¢яιмѕσи)

Money Can't Buy Happiness But It Can Rent You Paradise (gℓιтz)

We Put Her Down In A Shallow Grave She Wears A Dress Like A Body Bag Everyday (gяєт¢нєи)

Now We Don't Care If You're A Girl Or A Toy If You're A Game Or A Boy If You're A Nerd Or A Whore (кιтту)

Everyone's A Winner We're Makin' Our Fame Bona Fide Hustler Making My Name (ѕтυ)

ROYALTY TAGS

Perfect Isn’t Easy But It’s Me (αи∂яєαℓρнυѕ)

I Am Aware That I Am An Asshole I Really Don't Care About All Of That Though (αтнαи)

Watch Me Make ‘Em Bow One By One By One (вαєтуℓ)

Try Not To Move So Fast You Know Dessert Comes Last! (вєєℓzєвυв)

You Can Fool Yourself I Promise It Will Help Every Single Day I Just Wanna Hear You Say I'm So Lucky Lucky I'm So Lovely Lovely (¢нαяℓιє)

They Say The Best Things Are Free But I Don’t Get What They Mean 'Cause I Want Everything (мαммσи)

And The Word On The Street Is That You Sleep With Everyone You Meet (σzzιє)

Define Your Meaning Of War To Me It’s What We Do When We’re Bored (ραιмσи)

You Think You're Better Than Me I Never Heard Of You (ναѕѕαgσ)

SINNERS TAGS

If You End Up On My Table Then It Serves You Right (αℓαѕтσя)

I’m So Sad Wish Someone Would Take Me Out (αиgєℓ ∂υѕт)

I Could Leave But I'm Not Strong Enough To Run (αиуα)

Take Just One Last Dare Pretend That You Don't Care (ℓєgισи∂αяισ)

Your Magic White Rabbit Your White Room Straight Jacket (мαgριє)

When You’re Good To Mama Mama’s Good To You (мιмzу)

He Ran Into My Knife He Ran Into My Knife Ten Times (иιfту)

I Love You Oh So Madly But I Don't Stand A Ghost Of A Chance With You (σѕтєℓℓσ)

Now I Am A Man-Eater In More Than Just One Way He Tastes Like Pig But That’s Okay I Eat Him Every Day (яσѕιє)

Come Come Kitty Kitty You're So Silly Silly Don't Go Kitty Kitty Play With Me (ѕυммєя)

Don't Be Goofy Bring Some Passion To The Table (тяανιѕ)

And If You Get In My Face Then You'll Get A Taste Even God Would Run Son (ναℓєитιиσ)

Hollywood Made A Killing Machine She's Like A Teenage Slaughter Movie Scene A Serial Killer Celebrity (νєℓνєттє)

Red Eyes In The Digital Paradise (νι¢к)

Let's Stop Saying “Don't Quote Me” Because If No One Quotes You You Probably Haven't Said A Thing Worth Saying (νσχ)

Open The Door Get On The Floor Everybody Kill The DInosaur (zєєzι)

ALT!VERSE CHARACTER TAGS

Human Valentino and Vox. Broken Verse Velvette, Ostello, and Chazz's Brother. Overlord Travis.

I Know A Place Where The Grass Is Really Greener Warm Wet And Wild There Must Be Something In The Water (єяαѕмσ)

I Like Men On Their Knees Praying Up To Their God Seein' Visions Of Me (¢ℓємєит)

I Eat Boys Like You For Breakfast I Chew And Lick Your Bones (gσввℓєттє)

Every Version Of My Dead And Buried In The Yard Outside We'd Sit Back And Watch The World Go By (ℓσωєℓℓ)

I'm On A Sugar Crash I Ain't Got No Fuckin' Cash (мι¢кєу)

The Devil Taking The Lord's Name In Vain All These Thoughts Pollute Your Brain (вσgαят)

PET TAGS

‘Cause Everybody Needs Someone That They Can Trust In (fαт иυggєтѕ)

So Get Off My Back 'N Get Out My Face 'Cause I'm Mean And Green And I Am Bad (мєѕ ρєтιтѕ ¢нσυχ)

How Can He Keep Up His Tail Perpendicular Or Spread Out His Whiskers Or Cherish His Pride? (яєgισ)

Baby Shark Doo-Doo Doo-Doo Baby Shark (ναяк)

Manta Rays Above Us In The Open Sea I Wonder If You Think Of Me (νєαтвαℓℓ)

NPC/GUEST MUSE TAGS

Never Tasted As Sweet A Poison As You Have You're An Urge That Can Never Be Cured (αитσи)

I Know It's Difficult So I Will Be Patient (αяια∂иє)

It's High Noon When You Step Into The Pit It's A Monster's Ball And They're Digging A Ditch (вяι¢к)

I Never Learned To Read And I Never Learned To Cook (¢нαѕтιту)

Strip Off The Weight Of Mortality And Check It At The Door (fαвιєи)

I Don't Think I'm Right And I Know It's Not Fair (ιмєℓ∂α)

I Won't Miss This I Won't Blow It You Know It! (��αяαвυѕ)

This Ain't Build A Bitch I'm Filled With Flaws And Attitude (мιѕѕ qυιqυι)

Girls Get Angry Too I'm A Samurai Princess I'll Smash You (иιкινα)

Smoke And Mirrors And Everything Nice (яσ¢к)

VERSE TAGS

V: No Matter Where You've Been Or Who You Are If It Doesn't Kill You It's Sure To Leave A Horrible Scar - Human/Pre-Death Verse - This applies to the demons as their Human Verse and the Sinners as their Alive Verse.

V: Got No Money But It's Always Always Sunny Honey - Younger Verse - Child/Teen Verses for my muses

V: I Was Made For Loving You Baby You Were Made For Loving Me - Ostello Lives Verse. Ostello and Valentino are still together, and Ostello lets Val do as he pleases with other people as long as he comes back to him at the end of the day. Their marriage is open and Val is free to do whatever he wants for the most part.

V: Says Now We're Having Fun Give Me All Your Love I'll Never Get Enough - Broken Verse - Tino is not in charge of anything, and is kept as a pretty pet in this verse. He travels dimensions.

V: I Am A Hostage To My Own Humanity Self Detained And Forced To Live In This Mess I've Made - Fallen!Adam AU - After he was killed by Niffty, Adam was thoroughly made unholy by his actions both leading up to his death and in Heaven knowing what he was doing behind the scenes in secret. He appeared in Hell unrecognizable enough that he can skate by without being noticed, but he is one of a very select few Sinners with wings that resemble angelic (but frayed) wings. VERSE DEPENDENT: He crashed, fully on fire, into Lucifer's living room when he spawned in Hell.

V: Tell Me Which One Is Worse Living Or Dying First? - Godhood AU - Valentino and Velvette-centric God AU based on This

AU Verses With @strangeandun-muse-ual

V: You Hate 'Cause I'm A Rockstar A Pretty Little Problem - Rockstar AU

V: I'll Be Your Cheap Slut Savior - Scamverse AU

V: He Is The Drug That You Hate To Crave And I Am The Liar You Made To Praise - Crime Husbands Good End AU

V: Under These Circumstances Every Heartbeat's Criminal - Crime Husbands True End AU

V: I Wanna Give You My Heart So You Can Beat It Up - Crime Husbands Bad End AU

V: Do You Love Me? Yes No Maybe I'll Be Seeing Hades Soon - Voxdes and Persephetino AU

V: Haunt Me Haunt Me Like You Used To I Love You Most When You Scare Me To Death - Ghost Husband Verse

V: Sin Was On His LIps As He Twisted His HIps - Incubus!Valentino Verse

V: The Smell Of Flowers Was So Thick And Sickly Sweet I Felt Like I Might Choke To Death - Hanahaki Variant Of Mainverse

V: Girls With Tattoos Who Like Getting In Trouble - Genderbent Verse

V: Took Them By Surprise Worked My Way Uphill - College AU

V: Sharks Green With Envy They Wonder What You See In Me - Mermaid!Valentino AU

V: Every Kiss And Every Word They Were Bullets Spraying Hazardly From Lips - Royal AU

V: If I Had Something To Say To You I'd Whisper It Softly - Smut Writer!Era AU

V: Bleed The Neon From The Bite Marks - Werewolf!Emil/Vampire!Era Verse

V: I Know My Girlfriend Is A Witch - Summoned Chaz/Human Velvette Verse

V: Do You Wanna Party Malibu Barbie? - Sugar Baby!Valentino Verse

V: I'm Going Crazy Little Tiny Hollywood Baby - Actors VoxTelloTino AU

V: I Tried On Your Lipstick I Thought I Looked Pretty But You Didn't Care No 'Cause You're Always Busy - Actor!Val, Producer!Vox Verse

V: Cast Into Darkness They Would Be Damned For Being A Man Holding Hands - Fallen Angel Adam AU

V: Push Me Along And Leave Me So Desperate And Ravenous I'm So Weak And Powerless Over You - Mobwife Valentino AU

AU Verses With @dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons, and @strangeandun-muse-ual

V: The Successful Removal Of You Would Probably Kill Me Too - Vox Dying Verse

V: Everybody Needs A Little Trouble - "Teenverse"/Humanverse

V: Tell Me Tell Me That We Will Never See Tomorrow - "Teenverse"/Humanverse Zombie AU

AU Verses With @dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons

V: A Psalm In Napalm Abandon All Hope But Try To Stay Calm - Velvette Abducts Lucifer Verse

AU Verses With @erthlyheavn

V: I Go Out Of My Way Everyday Just Hoping That I'll Catch You Walking Down The Street - Human Verse MothMaid AU

V: It's Not A Love Song But You're Alright - Human Verse

AU Verses With @helluvaxhazbin

V: I'll Tell Uncle Rocko To Call Off The Guys With The Crowbars - Moxxie stayed with the mob AU

AU Verses With @seven-circlllxs

V: Gotta Get Your Fix Down In Hollywood - Splitscreen Verse

AU Verses With @voxiiferous

V: See Every Time You Turn Around They’re Screaming Your Name - Modern Human AU

EVENT TAGS

E: On Thursdays We Break Up - Extended Break-Up Event With @strangeandun-muse-ual's Vox and Valentino

E: Down With Vox - Event Thread With @strangeandun-muse-ual, @winters-club, and @infernal-feminae

E: Aggressive Positivity - Flash Open Event With @dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons

E: The Great Moth Off - Should Valentino or Mothman be @voxiiferous' boyfriend? Open Event

MY BLOGS/MUSES TAGS

Say What You Wanna But I'm Here To Stay 'Cause I'm A Mean Ole Lion (Cash & Barbie)

It's Never A Whisper It's Always A Scream A Promise We Made To Kill The Time Between (Valentino & Legiondario)

I Hate The Way The Townspeople Gather Outside They Hang On Every Breath (Vick & Valentino)

They Let Ole Al Out Of The Jail And The Man Who Paid His Bail Was Waitin' On Al To Chop Some More (Alastor ♡ Angel Dust)

The Dinosaurs Will Turn To Dust They'll Die Because We Say They Must (Alastor ♡ Nifty)

There's Someone Lurking Inside Of You That Someone Is Me (Alastor ♡ Valentino)

I'll Be Damned If I See You With Some Other Man If I Cannot Have You Then Nobody Can (Athan ♡ Ozzie)

Candlelit Loneliness I Lay On Your Side Of The Bed (Baetyl ♡ Andrealphus)

We Keep The Party Moving Till We Drink The Last Drop (Beelzebub ♡ Ozzie)

Eat With Your Hands It's Fine I'm On The Menu (Beelzebub ♡ Valentino)

Just Try And Nibble On My Biscuits And My Rainbow Cake (Beelzebub ♡ Velvette)

She's Like What'd You Say? We'll Just Let Our Bodies Translate (Chazz ♡ Barbie)

The Whole World Was Watching And Laughing On The Day That I Crashed And Burned At Your Feet (Erasmo ♡ April)

Wait Your Turn You're Greedy I Hear You (Mammon ♡ Fizzarolli)

Don't Use Him Or You'll Always Need To Feel Ozzie's Loving Little Lamb (Mammon ♡ Ozzie)

You Give Me Your Number I Call You Up You Act Like Your Pvssy Don't Interrupt (Mammon ♡ Valentino)

But The Best Story That I Could Ever Tell Is The One Where I Am Growing Old With You (Ostello ♡ Valentino)

She Says She's Gonna Break My Nose If I Don't Behave Next Week (Paimon ♡ Barbie)

My Baby's Got A Fucked Up Head It Doesn't Matter 'Cause He's So Damn Good In Bed (Summer ♡ Valentino)

The Pill I Keep Takin' The Nightmare I Wake In There's Nothin' No Nothin' But You (Valentino ♡ Angel Dust)

Erase Me So You Don't Have To Face Me Put Me In The Ground And Mow The Daisies (Valentino ♡ Chaz)

Don't Take It Personal You Know It's Just The Way I Roll (Valentino ♡ Nifty)

You'll Fall Down A Hole That's The One Place In This World That We Both Know (Valentino 💔 Ostello)

Just Your Typical Hardcore Casual Sex We're Single But We're Lovers Crazy For Each Other (Valentino ♡ Ozzie)

Let's Dig Up My Ex (Velvette ♡ Ian)

You Will Pace Around Your Cage And Wait For Night To Come (Velvette ♡ Valentino)

You Provide The Envy And I’ll Provide The Spite (Velvette ♡ Vick)

He's Sweet As Pie But If You Break His Heart He'll Turn Cold As A Freeze (Vick ♡ Valentino)

Cocaine Can't Do It Like You Do It To Me (Vick ♡ Velvette ♡ Valentino)

Darling You Love All The Drama 'Cause You're Never Bored I Am Forever Yours (Vox ♡ Valentino)

& TAGS (SPECIFIC)

Friendship Tags With @trumpet-hah

DGAF's And No Regrets Happy Hour Starts At Five (Barbie & Fizzarolli)

Friendship Tags With @strangeandun-muse-ual

Just Tell Me That You Need Me And Stay Right Here With Me (Erasmo & Missy)

History Shows Again And Again How Nature Points Out The Folly Of Men (Zeezi & Vox)

Friendship Tags With @hisslord

Yes I Know Who You Are But I Just Don't Care (Alastor & Angel Dust)

Do Not Befriend Your Food (Alastor & Vaggie)

We Are More Alike Than We Think We Are (Angel Dust & Vaggie)

A Motherly Instinct (Mimzy & Vaggie)

She May Be Crazy But She's Fine To Me (Nifty & Vaggie)

Friendship??? Tag With @spidrboots

I Don't Want Your Cruel Melody (Valentino & Angel Dust)

Friendship Tags With @seven-circlllxs

Our Soul Is The Whole Of The Law (Adam & Lute)

SHIPPING TAGS (SPECIFIC)

[neverhangd-1721]

🐝 ---- Has your muse ever helped someone in a tough situation? Do they enjoy helping others?

🐾🙀😻 --- Animal themed headcanon prompts;

Since that one is actually answered here, and I’m almost out of these, let’s do some of the ones I wanted to answer but wasn’t asked!

🐱---- Is your muse graceful? Do they possess a skill that they're quite precise and never sloppy with?

Anne wouldn’t describe herself as graceful so I struggle to do the same by proxy, however Anne is incredibly agile in battle, which certainly lends itself to grace. She focuses on always being precise and never sloppy with everything, even though that leads to a lot of unnecessary mental fatigue. She’s constantly fighting to be the best, even when it’s actively detrimental to her to do so.

🐶 ---- Does your muse get excited easily? Is there someone (or particular people) that make them excited?

Anne, as a rule, does not get excited. Not that she’ll ever admit to/openly show. She can’t afford that.

With that said, Anne is weak for a bad bitch and pirates are always the baddest. Nothing excites Anne like watching a pirate be a badass, and this girl is fully on the Edward Teach fan train (in like 9 verses out of 10).

🐻 ---- What are some strange sleep patterns your muse has? Do they sleep a lot, too little, not at all?

Anne doesn’t sleep, especially not recently. Like a cat, Anne can’t sleep unless she feels safe, and she hasn’t felt safe in a very long time. She’s perpetually running on fumes as a result, which both shortens her temper and makes her more suspicious/jumpy than usual. Sometimes she’ll find a safe enough space to take a nap, but it’s fitful and only the bare minimum of what she needs to stay alive.

When she’s actually comfortable enough to sleep, Anne sleeps like the dead. She’s very hard to wake and, while usually an early riser, will spend the first several nights sleeping in as her body tries to finally adjust.

Jack used to describe her as an “anaconda” due to her tendency to cuddle/hold things and people to her while she sleeps. He did not mean it nicely. It’s one of the things that’s kinda fucked her up about sleeping—as in honk-shoo, not sex—with other people.