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skyfelzz · 2 years ago

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I posted 18 times in 2022

13 posts created (72%)

5 posts reblogged (28%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@skyfelzz

@sunnydrop-where-he-shouldnt-be

@lovingtheanimal

I tagged 15 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#my art - 5 posts

#art - 5 posts

#fanart - 5 posts

#no straight roads - 4 posts

#nsr - 4 posts

#nsr fanart - 4 posts

#drawing - 4 posts

#illustration - 4 posts

#artwork - 4 posts

#flintsky speaks - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#currently i have done 2 pairs but i still can't figure out how to thumb since i still need the empty space inside the hand to slot em in

My Top Posts in 2022:

📕 School Exercise Book 📕

📕 Buku Latihan Sekolah 📕 📕 学校练习簿 📕

This is the 1st out of my 3 zine pieces!

Check out the zine here: https://nsrmalaysiazine.carrd.co/

HAPPY 2ND ANNIVESARRY NSR!! Man i should have posted this a longgg time ago but i figured this would be the perfect time to post the 3 pieces I contributed for the NSR Malaysian Zine as well since it's also almost our Independence day

Halfway through the zine I was promoted as a UI/UX mod for the zine, so yes, I made the zine carrd site! :P (with the help and guidance of @softlight289 and some feedbacks) Might not look too nice compared to other sites but hey, I learned quite a lot of stuff and gained lotsa experience from being a mini-mod for the zine! >:D These will be separated posts cuz I have a LOT to talk about

Image description under the cut! :D

This used to be one of my cover art submissions that didn't get chosen, but decided to finish it anyway cuz why not :P Was looking back at my old exercise books that I doodled on and decided "why not" and made this piece XD I still doodle on em til this day, in a seperate exercise book of my own ofc haha

I gotta be very honest here, I don't have stickers and color pencils on my books, I only have stickmen and poor left-hand writing attempts. This book belongs to who? Up for yall to decide cuz honestly: it could be anyone >:)

I almost forgot to draw Sayu lol

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🌀 Gasing Under the Daylight 🌀

🌀 Gasing di Pancaran Matahari 🌀 🌀 在阳光下转陀螺 🌀

This is the 3rd out of my 3 zine pieces for the NSR Malaysian Zine!

As you can see, the titles kinda sucked since i have 0 idea how to title this piece

Check out the zine here: https://nsrmalaysiazine.carrd.co/

Image description under the cut! :D

Fun facts:

I mashed up both the timelapse of the original lost file and the timelapse for the redraw

This piece got like, 2 redraws, one is because of a file lost after updated Ibis, while the other is because I'm unhappy with the perspective and decided to redraw it

The coconut tree got the highest amount of redraws and it gets more and more realistic for each redraw.

The final thumbnail for this was made in my English module after I have finished all my work given by teacher

The house is from @softlight289 jetty piece >:)

yes as you can see the timelapse i struggled with the clouds so fren sent a ref and it helped me immensely

To be honest, this piece is kinda random, but my brain reminded me that I can't play the gasing and I want to deliver something cool so BOOM this piece is born XD

Good for Mayday for spinning the gasing successfully because until today I still can't spin the gasing properly for my life :')

37 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

🌾Sabah, Land Below The Wind💨

🌾 Sabah, Negeri di Bawah Bayu 💨

🌾 风下之乡，沙巴 💨

This is the 2nd out of my 3 zine pieces for the NSR Malaysian Zine!

Check out the zine here: https://nsrmalaysiazine.carrd.co/

Image description under the cut! :D

I wanted to make an entire piece dedicated to my hometown Sabah, initially, I plan to go for the poker card style since ppl like to play cards during CNY but I can't work that out so it ended up being styled like a tarot card instead :P

As a Sino-Kadazan that grew up in West Malaysia, I only got to learn Chinese culture and missed the Kadazan part of my culture entirely. So now I'm trying to go back to my Kadazan roots by learning the language and culture after I graduated high school because by that time I will be able to go back to Sabah for a long while and slowly rediscover the other half of my missing culture >:)

I really want to make a piece to represent a part of what I personally know about Sabah and its culture since East Malaysia is often overshadowed by a lot of other stuff, and I decided to dedicate an entire piece just for Sabah, and this is why this piece means a lot to me.

In this piece, you can see Mount Kinabalu, the Sabah State Museum, The Tip of Borneo, Rafflesia, Nepenthes rajah, and the Kadazan culture with the patterns and also Mayday doing the Sumazau dance.

59 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

For my school's Maths room deco :P

Drawn on a broken mini table with paint markers

After 4 months I can finally announce that I've been dragged to submas and pokemon in general, I blame my twt moots /hj

106 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i don't think I post this here before, here's an update of the Neon J and 1010 cardboard figurines >:D

oh for the peeps who waited for over a year for this, sorry for the lack of updates skdjvbjbf-

254 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

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chancedarling · 4 months ago

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'Come on, you have to tell me some of your faves, Mr Eclectic.'

Oh, fuck off. No. Because if he'd wanted to volunteer that kind of information, he'd have done it already. And why? Really, what's she going to do? Make him a fucking mixtape? Sweet baby jeebuz... He's definitely leaning toward delusional with this one.

But - he gives a quick 'rabbit in the headlights' look, before stuttering slightly in reply.

"Oh, man... Y'know when someone asks you what your favourite colour is and uh... your brain just forgets the entire rainbow exists. Uh... Lotsa stuff. Different stuff. Uh... Y'know, maybe if I flick through these, I'll see something else I like?"

He looks away sheepishly, then crouches down and starts thumbing through the other casettes in earnest, managing to drop the scratchy linens on the floor at the same time, fumbling slightly to grab them and knocking the box of tapes over in his flustered state...

(Not flustered. Expertly crafted. Be the blundering buffoon. The nervous nerd. The geeky gamer. The shy kid. The sweet but quiet one.)

"Oh, no... Oh... Bollocks... I'm so sorry, here, let me..."

And that is probably enough of an innocent distraction to avoid answering her question. Sorted.

He's busy scrambling to save the casettes and make sure nothing is broken, looking suitably distraught at his own 'clumsiness' when little Miss Delusional finally says something interesting...

"Kidnapped? Do... Do you really think that's what happened?"

'What if they're one of us? Or pretending to be one of us…'

Oh, even more interesting. It seemed as though she's actually engaged her brain now and is beginning to consider potential beyond the Spice Girls. This was starting to be more fun than he'd expected.

Chance hesitates then, looking up - hands full of tapes - letting his jaw drop open a little. A look of shock and a small peppering of uneasiness dropped in for effect.

"Ohmygosh. I... I hadn't even considered that. I... Oh my... I... I don't know? Why? I mean? Why would someone even do that?"

Chance would certainly have done that. Because what better way to observe than to be the fox in the hen house? The wolf in sheeps clothing. And yes, he has considered it... But without a deeper understanding and assessment of every single fucking person here, there was no way to know.

And if they could pull this off - getting all of these people to this island, none the wiser as to how they came to be here, then they are smart... Very smart. Smart enough to hide in plain sight? Oh, definitely.

He almost hopes that she's right. Because how he would LOVE to pitch himself against a mind like that. To see just how fucking clever he is against this invisible power. Can he sniff them out - uncover their secret...

Finally - a worthy adversary.

He blinks, wide eyed - glancing around as though the shadows around them would reveal some secret monster.

"Uh... It's... It was... It... It is... F-friday."

"Because it was the buy a 16 inch pizza get a free... Um... Garlic bread special. I... I was supposed to be gaming with s-some friends... So I ... I ordered pizza."

"Is it not Friday?"

Lindiwe had to remind herself that 'they're a bit indie' wasn't a widely known turn of phrase. It was an endearing inside joke, a rib, a mum joke that had Paige do that oh-so-stereotypically teenage groan and sigh because it's not even that funny mum. But it was funny, teasing Paige about her obsession with being independent and alternate and 'not like the other girls' in her early teen years, how she would play Lindiwe literally the worst music/TV show/movie that she had ever seen and haughtily declare 'oh of course you don't know about it mum they're indie.' In Lindi's opinion, it was less to do with Lindi being 'hip', and everything to do with those artists producing weird shit that catered to teens craving uniqueness and/or pretentious film students who wore musky tweed and smoked cigarettes.

Of course Chance didn't really know what to make of her indie comment. He had a self described eclectic music taste. "Come on, you have to tell me some of your faves, Mr Eclectic," she teased, if only because she needed to stop thinking about Paige, and how she'd silently sucked up the fact that she didn't really like Wet Leg because it meant she got to spend and afternoon in Paige's bedroom. And how she might not-

Chance distracted them further, though it wasn't with a pleasant bit of small talk. Leading on from the lyrics, he wondered whether their mysterious benefactor wanted to meet them. Lindi's heart jumped in her chest, squeezing hard at the reminder of… everything. This impossible day. Why did he have to bring it up? She was doing such a good job at finding music to jam to and trying to drown out the chipper voice blaring through the speakers and he had to bring it all back again.

Lindi sighed, turning her attention back to the cassette case. Why was there no Scissor Sisters when she needed them? "Oh, it's definitely mixed messages," Lindi breathily said, tucking free stands of hair behind her ear. She didn't want to talk about it, she just wanted a few minutes where she could let music carry her away to somewhere else…

But Chance had been so nice, and maybe he needed someone to talk this over with. Circumstances aside, it was nice meeting him as well. Lindi clenched her jaw, took a breath and gave Chance a tight smile. "I think there is probably a reason our gracious host is communicating with us through the speakers. Would you show your face to a group of people you had kidnapped?" she asked rhetorically, though that sparked a chilling idea. "What if… What if they're one of us? Or pretending to be one of us…" Lindi shivered. This is what she got for letting Paige show her indie horror films, which tended to be genuinely horrifying. She tried not to be obvious as she gave Chance a surreptitious once over. What sort of name was Chance anyway? It's always the white boys who look a little bit like Jesus... God, was she being a judgemental bitch? She probably was, definitely was, did that make her a horrible person? Chance was completely lovely, he probably thought she was the mole...

"How do you think they did it? Kidnapped all of us, I mean. Wait, first, what day do you think it is?" Lindi asked Chance, reaching into her purse to grab her diary, flicking open to the tabbed page. Her interview was highlighted on July 21.

#lindiwe in camelot #p: lindi #01: lindi

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motherjoel · 4 years ago

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hostile (spencer reid x fem!reader)

summary: after months of trying to get pregnant and a miscarriage, you finally succeed. will you get the chance to tell spencer this time?

a/n: this is my first oneshot in a veryyyy long time so im sorry if im a little rusty! trying to get back into it :) also i know very little about pregnancy so forgive me! (i got the hostile uterus part from greys anatomy lmao)

wc: 2.3k

warnings/includes: lotsa fluff, angst if you squint, criminal minds stuff, pregnancy, miscarriage

“Spence, were you even listening in there? I have a hostile uterus. Not only am I feeling incredibly hostile right now, but my uterus?” you yelled as Spencer guided you to your car.

“All I’m suggesting is that we keep trying, Y/N. And I’ve already done plenty of research on adoption and surrogacy, did you know that 140,000 children are adopted by American families each year?” he asked, opening the passengers side door for you and running around to hop in the driver's seat. “And there's always in vitro fertilization,” he suggested as he reached to shut his door and start the car.

“Of course you wanna keep trying Spence, all you have to do is stick it in and thrust,” you huffed as he winced at your harsh wording, grabbing your hand over the center console. “I’m the one taking hormone shots in my ass and drinking less than 5 cups of coffee a day,” you complained about your attempts at increasing fertility. “Who knew a miscarriage would be the thing to get me to cut down on caffeine.”

Spencer was silent as he drove back to your shared apartment, both of your minds on your struggles to get pregnant in the past year. You thought back to your miscarriage and the impact it had on you both- it had only been a few months since you and Spencer became official. It was new, and this pregnancy was unplanned to say the least. Not telling Spencer about it was the only solution you could think of at the time- until it was too late.

You remembered the feeling in your chest, your entire body running cold after being tackled by an unsub. You hadn’t told anyone of your pregnancy, not even Spencer, but as the blood ran down your legs it was pretty clear what had just happened. Derek dragged the unsub away in handcuffs as you sat in the open back of the ambulance, a paramedic wrapping your wrist. You barely remembered JJ’s look of pity or Rossi’s concerned gaze. The only thing you remembered was the pale face of your boyfriend as you had been lying on the ground moments before trying to hide the blood. He eventually made his way over to sit next to you after a few minutes of stunned silence.

“Hey, Spence,” you whispered as he sat next to you, the paramedic finishing up and walking away.

“How long?” He looked at your stomach, fidgeting with his hands in his lap.

“Three, um, three months,” you fiddled with the bandage on your wrist.

“And you didn’t… you didn’t think to tell me?” he asked, eyes welling up as he finally made eye contact.

“I’m so sorry Spencer, I just, we never talked about kids before and we haven’t been together for too long… I just needed time. To think.”

He nodded and swallowed thickly before softy taking your hand in his, running his finger over the fabric of your bandage.

“You never have to hide something like this from me, y/n. We’re in this together and... not to be um, too forward, but I love you,” he confessed. You knew you loved him, but neither of you had dared say it. “I love you now and I always will, so you can trust me with this kind of thing.”

Since that day, the two of you had only gotten closer. Now, a year into your marriage, you were actively trying. And after months of trying to no avail, a trip to the obstetrician was called for- the obstetrician who called your uterus hostile, which was likely the reason for your first miscarriage. You could barely fall asleep for a few weeks after your obstetrician appointment, which made this early morning case call all the more difficult. The two of you dragged yourselves out of bed and began your morning routine of getting dressed and making coffee, moving in sync with each other as you prepared for the day. It was a quick drive into the office and before you knew it you were sitting in a room full of your coworkers looking at pictures of human remains.

“Four men killed in Ohio in the past month, each left with a note written in the same handwriting,” Penelope says as you all look at the case file. You normally had an iron stomach- in the BAU, queasiness wasn’t an option. But for the first time in your career, your face turned green at the pictures of dead bodies.

“It says here that they are all men in long-term relationships?” Emily asks.

“Correction: Were in long-term relationships. Right before they died, it was reported that they left their girlfriends,” Garcia explained.

“That’s important for the victimology, but there has to be something more to set off the unsub,” Spencer commented.

“Yeah, I bet that there was a common reason for them leaving,” you suggested, closing the case file and averting your gaze from the pictures.

“We’ll discuss more on the jet. Wheels up in twenty,” said Hotch.

You all gathered your things and began to leave for the jet, Spencer walking in stride with you.

“You know what, Spence, I’m actually gonna run across the street and grab some tampons before we go, I think i'm gonna need em,” you said. “Go on ahead without me.”

“Are you sure? I can just come with you,” he offered.

“No, no, go brainstorm with the team. I’ll be right there,” you smiled at him as you parted ways. You were going to the convenience store across the street, but it wasn’t for tampons. Your stomach fluttered as the bell jingled at the entrance. The aisle for pregnancy tests was easy to find, and you were on the jet five minutes later.

“Hey, did you find the, um…” Spencer trailed off as you sat down next to him on the jet. He wasn’t one of those men who got weird about menstruation, but you knew he was avoiding the word “tampon” to save you any embarrassment .

“Yup, I’m good,” you smiled and focused on the team who had now gathered around to further discuss the case.

“So, is there any link between the men yet? There has to be a reason that they were all killed soon after leaving their girlfriends,” JJ mused. You thought back to your past fears and your current situation and something suddenly clicked in your brain.

“Wait…” you picked up the case file. “What if… what if they were pregnant?” you asked, looking up to see furrowed brows. “I mean, the handwriting is feminine, so maybe the unsub is a woman who’s getting revenge on men leaving their pregnant girlfriends?” you concluded.

“I’ll call Garcia. We land in 30, keep looking over the files,” Hotch said before you all sat back down in your respective seats, the outside of your thigh pressed against Spencer’s.

You were trying to think of a good time to take the pregnancy test- you couldn’t do it on the jet, it would be really hard to hide on a plane full of profilers. You decided that the best time to take it would be back at the hotel, but after working for hours you found it hard to focus with the pregnancy test in your bag. Excusing yourself to the bathroom in the local precinct, you snuck the test with you. You locked the door behind you and took the test, trying to control your breathing as you waited for the results. As you waited, you got a text from Morgan telling you that there was new information. The moment you finished reading his text, your alarm beeped. Taking a deep breath, you dared a glance at the stick. With shaky hands, you picked up the test and bit your lip to hold back your yelp of joy at the tiny little +. Shoving the test into your bag, you rushed back to the rest of the team to continue working on the case. You would tell Spencer this time, but you decided it would be best to catch a serial killer first.

Garcia confirmed through the phone that all of the girlfriends were pregnant and shared the same obstetrician who was a single mother with a young child. This seemed to be the perfect profile for an unsub killing men who walked out on their families, but something seemed off to you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something was bugging you about the case. You were on the way to Shelby Meyerson’s, the obstetricians house, with Morgan and Spencer when Garcia called.

“Whats up baby girl,” Morgan answered, one hand on the wheel.

“So I’ve been doing some digging and it turns out that Shelby actually has a boyfriend, Andrew. Recent social media posts show that they started dating a little over a month ago, and it looks like Andrew grew up without a father” she said.

“Right before the killings started,” you looked at Spencer from the back seat.

“Garcia, send his address,” Spencer spoke into the speaker.

“Already on it my loves,” Garcia replied, and you could hear the clacking of her keyboard as she hit send. You looked at the address in your phone.

“Morgan, that's right down the street from where we are right now,” you pointed out. The three of you didn’t waste any time getting there. You hopped out of the car and approached the door, hand instinctively resting on your gun.

“FBI, open up,” you said, rapping on the door. You waited for a moment, but when nobody answered, Derek took matters into his own hands. Within seconds, the door had been kicked down and the three of you spread out around the house, Morgan going upstairs and Spencer going into the basement as you canvassed the ground floor. You took notice of a cup of tea on a coffee table, still warm. Once you cleared the area, you made your way into the basement, gun drawn. Your heart dropped at the sight before you- a man you recognized as missing tied to the radiator in the corner of the room, and your unsub restraining your husband with a gun to his head. You kept your gun pointed at the unsub as you heard Morgan come down the stairs behind you.

“Don’t move!” The unsub, Andrew, yelled. You raised your hands when he pointed his gun at you, dropping your weapon to gain trust.

“Andrew, there’s no way to get out of this, just let him go so we can talk,” you tried to soothe him, his grip on Spencer only tightening.

“No, no, you don’t understand. These men deserve to die for leaving their children, they-they’re terrible people, I’m giving them what they deserve,” he argued, becoming frantic.

“Andrew, if you hurt that agent, you’re just as bad as the men you kill,” you began, taking small steps toward Spencer. “He’s my husband and…” you started, locking eyes with Spencer. “And I’m pregnant with his child,” you confessed. Spencer's eyes went wide, shock overtaking the previous expression of fear. You continued to speak. “If you kill him, you make him leave his child. I know you don’t want that, I know you don’t want someone else to go through what you went through,” you bargained. Thankfully, you seemed to get through to him, as he dropped his gun and collapsed to the ground, his grip on Spencer loosening as Derek moved in to cuff him.

You immediately ran to your husband, throwing your arms around his midsection as he wrapped himself around you, kissing the top of your head and whispering reassurances to you.

“I was so scared,” you said into his chest, your voice muffled by his kevlar vest. He put his hands on the side of your face and wiped your stray tears, his own falling as he started to smile.

“Were you serious? Are… are we pregnant?” he asked, his hopeful smile spreading wide as ever. You bit your lip and nodded, squealing with joy as he picked you up and twirled you around, not even noticing the rest of the BAU had arrived at the scene.

“Hey, be careful with Y/N! She’s carrying my god child,” Derek smirked as Spencer set you down, his arms still wrapped around your waist.

“Hold on, why does Morgan get to be the godfather?” Rossi questioned, putting on a mock italian accent, making you all laugh.

“That’s not important, what's important is that we're gonna have a baby genius running around,” JJ smiled as she walked over to hug you both, which turned into a group hug between the entire BAU. You all broke up the hug when Morgan's phone began to ring.

“Yes, baby girl everyone's safe. Actually… Pretty boy and pretty girl have some big news,” he said, putting Garcia on speaker.

“What! Tell me right now, I can't handle this!” she begged. You and Spencer smiled at each other before you began to speak.

“You’re gonna be an aunt,” you said excitedly, receiving the loudest gasp through the phone.

“You mean… you… Spencer… you guys… oh my GOD!” she began to ramble about her excitement as you all laughed, Derek taking the phone off speaker to calm her down.

“Our kid is gonna be so loved,” you smiled, grabbing his hands and standing on your toes to press a kiss on his cheek.

“We got really lucky,” he blushed, pulling you back into another hug, the world around you frozen in that moment.

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imaginemic · 3 years ago

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can I ask for a scenario where kuko comforts gender neutral reader about their stretch marks that they are insecure about please? thank you, I hope you have a good day!!

// I hope you have a good day as well ♥

You hated seeing your body - the way that the skin seemed to crack over your thighs or on your stomach. You kept them covered most of the time but standing in your underwear in front of the full-length mirror - the harsh lights in the bathroom seemed to make them look even worse.

“Yo!” The door swung open - Kuko’s smiling as he shoved the bag of forbidden snacks in your direction - his dad was out and he decided that he was going to treat you to and all you can eat buffet of junk that his dad wouldn’t allow him to bring into the house normally. You froze, staring at him in the reflection of the mirror before finally clearing your throat awkwardly.

“Hey, I’ll be out in a minute. I’m just changing into more comfortable clothes,” You smiled, hoping that he didn’t catch onto your upset. You were embarrassed to be seen like that - half-dressed so he was able to see everything that you tried to hide.

“I’ve never seen you in your underwear before,” Kuko smiled - not his normal grin that made you feel like you were prey, but rather it was gentle and kind, “You look cute.”

“Yeah right,” You sighed as you pulled your shirt on - trying not to make eye contact with the redhead as you got dressed. His expression fell into confusion, “I’m not cute, you don’t have to pretend that all of… that is cute.”

“What are you talking about?” Kuko smiled, hugging you from behind and lifting up your shirt - his finger tracing one of the stretch marks gently, “They’re just lines, they mean that you grew and that’s fine. I got a ton of marks and scars, but they’re just things that are a part of me and I don’t let them bother me.”

“But those are from you being cool…” You tried to push his hands away and hide them again, “These are just -”

“They are just fine. You are fine, I like you and that includes them because I know that you can’t change them and I don’t expect you to. You’re my favorite person in the world so don’t worry about having any of that stuff,” Kuko smiled and dropped your shirt, “So, don’t be sad about it. I got some snacks and there is a whole list of movies with our names on it for the night.”

You wanted it to be that easy - but even if Kuko was able to make you feel less upset about him seeing them, it wouldn’t get rid of the fact that you had to see them. But it was some reassurance that Kuko didn’t find them gross but his opinion felt like a bandaid on a bigger problem.

“Come ‘ere, you still look like you’re upset,” You dropped onto the pile of blankets that he had set up for your cozy little movie night - Kuko already indulging in the forbidden fruit that was karaage from the konbini, his favorite despite his father trying to insist that he keep up the vegetarian diet the monks are supposed to follow, “It’s nothing bad, lotsa people got stretch marks and it anyone says anything about them - they’re stupid and you shouldn’t listen to them. And if it’s in your brain, tell it that it’s stupid and you’re hot so it doesn’t matter.”

He ruffled your hair with his clean hand and you smiled - that did make you feel better. You knew that it wasn’t an unnatural thing but for some reason, you always were hyperaware of them on your body and always wished they didn’t exist because you could never get comfortable with the idea of anyone seeing them.

“Aw hell yeah, you’re smiling again,” Kuko grinned, pulling you closer and offering you some of the snacks he got and you decided that it was alright to relax - you had more than enough reassurance that Kuko thought that you were attractive no matter what marked your skin, “Now, we got some horror movies, some thrillers, some anime movies that seemed up your alley. We got all night to watch whatever, I’m fine with just having a lazy night with you so you can have control, alright?”

#kuko harai #hypmic imagines #//as someone w no positive body perception i might have cried writing this

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years ago

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immj2 08 + 09.11.20 lbs

08.11.20

lmaoooooooo i really love the ice cold way siya operates in. truly a raisinghania sib!

“siya chal sakti hai!!!” behen, iss ghar mein tumhare dimaag ki alaava sab kuch chalta hai.

dadi trying to cheer raja band baja hua beta up with his favt. chole bhature. he doesn't seem like the kind who'd eat that kinda food, but ok.

CHOLE BHATURE ARE NOT CHEERING HIM UP. MATLAB MAAMLA SERIOUS HAIIIIII.

lmao he's literally twisting and turning in place like kids do when they have a tantrum. i mean, i like it. it shows a more human side to the character, ki just how much anguish and helplessness he's feeling.

dadi like babe, you can't control everything in life, stop being such a bloody control freak ki things not going your way turn you like this.

blah blah anguished rant on how he lost something so important to him.

dadi giving cliche ~~~if it's meant to be yours, it'll come back to you~~~ advice. which is kinda working on him. huh. all kindsa out of sorts behaviour.

“jab tuney kisi ke saath galat nahi kiya hai, toh tere saath galat kyun hoga?” uh okkkkkkkkkkk, that's not how life works. bad shit happens to good ppl all the time. also, he's done lotsa galat shit ok. what did riddhima do for this fucker to paralyse her huh?????? YEH SAB USSI KA NATEEJA HAI. BHUGAT AB.

carbs therapy. BEST HAI. ALWAYS WORKS. IT'S SCIENCE, BITCHES.

dadi saying why don't you talk to riddhima about your issues, and lol he's whining about she dgaf about him coz she left him alone last night when he asked her not to.

dadi left praying ki hey bhagwaan these two fucks’ relationship is in your hands now, this is beyond human interference.

kabir being informed of new developments and accusation of kidnapping ragini is being heaped on siya. BASED ON WHAT EVIDENCE YOU STUPID TWIT??????? THAT SHE CAN WALK??????? SO CAN EVERYONE ELSE YOU KNOW!!!!!!!!!!

“mujhe usse vansh ke aage expose karna hoga.” LMAO BITCH EXPOSE YOURSELF FIRSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

“tum kya mujhe expose karogi? expose toh main tumhe karungi!” YES SIYAAAAAAAAA FUCK HER UPPPPPPPPPP

NOICE. WE LOVE A FIERCEASS SISTER WHO’S READY TO KILL FOR HER SIBLINGS. ESP. WHEN IT’S THE SCARY BIG BROTHER WHO’S EVERYONE’S PROTECTOR.

siya saying she just miraculously got cured a few days ago, and was waiting to surprise everyone. sounds sus, but whatever.

but also what kinda terrribleasssssss physiotherapist is riddhima that she didn’t even identify her patient’s progress?????

LMAO SIYA POL KHOLING OF VANSH BHAIYYA SAYING HE MADE HER DO ALL THE SHADY MASK SHIT. “TO KEEP RIDDHIMA SAFE”. haaaan behen, khooooob safe rakha tumne, baar baar behosh karke. pehle se hi iska dimaag nahi chalta, now you’ve managed to give her some kinda degenerative brain disease.

i love how vansh didn’t bother to ask siya how she stopped riddhima’s plans and knocked her out multiple times if she’s in a wheelchair. there’s literally only one person in a wheelchair in this house?!?!?!!!!!! wouldn’t riddhima KNOW who the person in the mask is???? god vansh. you’re such a dumbass.

lellllllllllllllllllllllllll i am livingggggggggg for siya reading riddhima to filth with a knife in her hand THIS IS THE BEST SCENE OF THIS SHOW YET. esp in her small, child-like voice, it’s fucking amazing.

riddhima admitted to being a spy, AND SIYA RECORDED IT ALSO. OMFG SHE’S MY NEW FAVE CHARACTER I LOVE HER THE MOST.

i wish vansh was the person he is to siya, instead of the fucker he actually is. she literally thinks the worldddddddddddd of him. ugh, i am so soft for this relationshippppppp.

but i also wanna know what the ishani/siya relationship is like? we hardlyyyyyy see them interact. like, we even see aryan push her wheelchair around sometimes, but ishani neverrrrrrr interacts with siya. why????

ugh riddhima managed to convince her that she really cares for vansh and is trying to do the right thing. she’s literally asking her to kill her rn if she doesn’t trust her. baby sis you’re farrrrrrrrr too trusting.

“mera dimaag tumpe trust karne se rok raha hai, riddhima, par jiss dil ne tumhe bhaabi bola haina, woh tumhe ek mauka dena chahta hai. ek aakhri mauka. iss baar mera bharosa mat todna. 24 ghante hai tumhare paas. apni taqdeer badal sako toh badal lo warna yeh audio main vansh bhaiyya ko suna doongi.” SERIOUSLY, WHERE WERE THEY HIDING THIS MOST SAYAANI CHARACTER OF THE SHOW TILLLLLL NOW????????!

riddhima has a condition for siya too. i think i know what it is.

omg vansh IS COLLAR PAKADKE YELLING AT ANGRE IN THE WORST WAYYYYYYY POSSIBLE. god vansh, you’re honestly the fucking worstttttttttttttttttttt. angre you need to take up work with someone else, istg, you don’t deserve this shit. kabir treats his sidekick so much better. yet another point in the kitty for kabir >>>>>> vansh.

seriously, why would you wanna blindfold this dude when he’s in THIS mood????? save it for the bedroom, sis.

empty wheelchair dekh ke he’s yelling at everrrrrrrryone ki how could they leave siya alone somewhere. god. i can’t imagine having to live with such a toxic personality.

everyone in the house is soooooo happy for siya. like, aryan’s not beaming as much as the others, but he does look kinda pleased. BECAUSE SIYA IS BEST CHARACTERRRRRRR OF THIS SHOW EVERYONE LOVESSSS HERRRRR.

oh my heart, i am so softttttttt for sibling shit like this. he’s hugging her with suchhhhhhhhhhhh fierceeee affection, i’m crying happy tearsssssss.

heart eyes for riddhima who supposedly cured her. pls. she did nothing. jo bhi karna tha, siya ne khud kiya hai. iss ridhimma manhoos ko jasoosi se kab fursat mili to do PT with siya and cure her???

siya being gracious and giving credit though. ugh, honestly, this show and this family don’t deserve siya.

lmao she’s saying vansh brought riddhima in though, so actually allll the credit goes to bhaiyya for intimidating this poor woman into treating his sister against her will.

THE AFFECTION. THE SHEER MAGNITUDE OF HIS LOVE FOR HERRRR. I CRIEEE. THIS IS THE ONLY RELATIONSHIP THAT MATTERS TO ME IN THIS GODFORSAKEN SHOW.

anupriya giving some fakeass congrats. i hope siya tells vansh that she was the one who pushed her down the stairs a while back. aur kuch nahi toh just for that vansh is gonna kill her dead.

riddhima and vansh still all tense and sad about the ragini thing. OUFF JUST LIVE IN THE MOMENT YOU FUCKS.

I LOVE HER. I FUCKING LOVE HER. BEST RAISINGHANIA HAI YEH.

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09.11.20

riddhima back at kabir’s to try and find ragini. ughhhhhhhhh i’m just so done with this nonsense. we already KNOW that kabir and anupriya still have her based on the precap from like 2, 3 days ago.

lol kabir is so pissed at riddhima and her dimaag chalaana. a mood we ALL share.

kabir trying to turn riddhima against siya and riddhima’s like NOOOO SHE COULD NEVER, “USKI AANKHEIN USKI AWAAAZ SAAF SAAF KEH RAHI THI KI WOH SACH BOL RAHI HAI!” uh huh, yeah, like kabir’s are rn????? and vansh’s were before he paralysed you? just a suggestion i’m throwing out there: is it possible that perhaps, just maybe, you’re just very fucking stupid, riddhima, and tend to trust people too easily????

OUFF I’M SO BORED WITH THIS SCENE. we already know from the precap that ragini will knock down a vase but riddhima will never find out what caused it and kabir will make some lame excuse she’ll believe. FWDING TO NEXT.

JESUS CHRISTTTTTTTT, SIYA IS JUST WALKING AROUND THE HOUSE RANDOMLY LISTENING TO THAT AUDIO CLIP OF RIDDHIMA’S CONFESSION. AND SHE WALKS RIGHT INTO VANSH, WHO’S LIKE HUH, WHAT’S THAT RIDDHIMA IS SAYING?????

siya brushes it off saying its exercise stuff for her PT. sure. uh huh.

OH MY HEART HE GOT HER HEEEEEEELS, WHICH SHE’S ALWAYSSSSSSS WANTED. THIS BHAIYYA-BABY RELATIONSHIP IS GONNA TAKE ME DOWN GODDAMNITTTT. ITNE DIN BAAAAAAAAAAAD ITNI ACHCHI SIBLING FEELS MILI HAI ITV SEEEEEEE.

bhaiyya knows baby enough ki she’s hiding something from himmm. oh noeeeeeeeeeee.

damn, siya a real one. didn’t give out riddhima’s secret coz she wants to give her a fair chance. again, this show does not deserve this character. she’s too good for it.

she says she just believes in him and knows he’ll find whoever murdered mom.

SOFT. SO SOFT. MY HEART IS SO FULL WHENEVER THESE TWO SHOW LOVE TO EACH OTHERRRRR.

idhar ragini ki marammat shuru. y’all are just exhausting me with this bs. isse maarna hai toh maaro already. ainvayi mein time waste.

oh dangggggggg, ragini batting for riddhima. saying i know she’ll fuck y’all up. dang, we love the sisterhood feels of this episode!

“aap ke liye SPECIAL INTEZAAM kiya hai maine.” said with the most polite customer service obsequiousness. I LOVE THIS PSYCHOPATH THE MOSTTTTTTTTTT.

ragini warning them that once vansh finds out everything, they’re as good as dead. wow, spunky!!!! dude i like her as a female lead better than stupid fucking riddhima.

“hmmmmmm, you’re right. lekin usse batayega kaun???” honestly, why do i love his deranged ass so much????

anyway mishra has been delegated the task of stashing her somewhere else i guess. so it’s settled that mishra knows he’s not working for the CBI or whatever and is just a hired goon.

dadi is organizing YET ANOTHER POOJA. lordddddd.

this riddhima and her dumbass mandir jaana excuse that she uses constantly.

“bhagwaan tum jaisi bahu sab ko de!” OMFG DADI PLS, GOD FORBID. ISSE ACHCHA AAPKE BETE KUNWAARE MARR JAAYE!

ugh dadi your bloody pota needs a fucking therapist, it isn’t in riddhima’s hands to fix his 1001 mental issues.

great, mangalsutra almost broke. foreshadowing.

ughhhhh mummy managed to steal the memory card from aryan. FUCKING IDIOT I THOUGHT YOU HAD PUT IT IN THE BLOODY BANK ALREADY, BUT NO. HE WAS STILL HOLDING ON TO IT AND TALKING ABOUT IT LOUDDDDDDDDLY ON THE PHONE. jesusssss, why he so fuckinggggg stupid????

oh now vansh is exclaiming GREATTTTTTT JOB ANGREEEE as if he didn’t tell him to GTFO, THE VERY SIGHT OF YOU DISGUSTS ME yesterday. fuck, i really hate vansh as anything but a brother to siya.

aaaaaaand riddhima was standing behind him and he turned around and in a veryyyyyyy contrived move got his watch caught in her mangalsutra and broke it.

sis freaking about THE APSHAGUN!!!!!!!!!!!

he’s like arre nahi achcha shagun hai, angre got the cctv footage now i’ll know who kidnapped ragini! and sis is like OH GOD NO THE BAD LUCK IS STARTING ALREADY I’M SO DEADDDDDDD

“toh main tumhe kho dungi.”

lmao his face. literally the white guy blinking meme.

god she’s having a freakout about how their shaadi and rishta is in khatra. BITCH THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MS AND INSTEAD THE MOUNTAIN OF LIES YOU ARE SITTING ON AND YOUR EK DARJAN KE INCOMPATIBILITY ISSUES AS INDIVIDUALS.

”tum jaanti ho riddhima, tumahra ek ek aansoon mere liye kitna keemti hain? aisa lagta hai jaise mere dil ke ek tukde ko tod ke alag kar diya ho.”

OH YEAH????? DIDN’T FEEL ANYTHINGGGGG WHEN YOU PARALYSED HER HUH????????? IT’S GONNA BE A LONGASSSSS TIME BEFORE I GET OVER THAT, BITCH BOY.

yeah yeah ok this is a nice moment and all. WHY COULDN’T YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THIS DUDE, HUH?????? WHY’D YOU HAVE TO RUIN ALLLLLLLLLL THE GOOD WILL YOU BUILT UP BY KARWA CHAUTH IN ONEEEEEEE MOMENTTTTTTT?????? fuck, i hate you tellywood men and the shit they put my stupid heart through.

only bappa ki aarti shall fix things now. based on the promo and BTS i’ve seen, things about to get reallllllly realllllllly bad but............ lol let’s wait and watch.

ragini managed to sneak mishra’s phone outta his pocket. SEE????? SO ENTERPRISING!!!!!! I LIKE HER SO MUCH MORE THAN RIDDHIMA. GOD VANSH, THIS IS THE GIRL YOU SHOULD HAVE MARRIED. SHE’S REALLY THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY.

she’s callllllllllling vanshhhh. BUT AARTI KI WAJAAH SE HE CAN’T HEAR THE PHONEEEEEE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

here, have some dhaarmik #couple goals to take the edge off the anxiety till the next episode.

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precap: omfg ragini got through to riddhima and she almost told her that kabir is behind kidnapping her, but kabir got to her and attacked her from the back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DOUBLE OMFG SIYA OVERHEARD MUMMY ON THE PHONE BRAGGING ABOUT KILLING THEIR MOM AND CALLS VANSH TO TELL HIM ABOUT IT!!!!! LIKE SHE TOLD HIM THE NAME ALL CLEARLY AND THAT SHE HEARD IT FIRSTHAND!!!!!!!! VANSH SEEMS TO BE GIVING NO REACTION THO????????????

TELL ME THAT BOTH THESE PHONE CALLS WERE NOT MADE ON SOME FUCKING GHATIYA NETWORK LIKE IDEA AND THE REQUIRED PPL HEAR EVERYTHING THEY NEED TO!!!!!!!! (high hopes, i know. 😔😔😔)

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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the-starless-sky · 5 years ago

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The Cat’s Whiskers x Akan Yatsura / “JUSTICE” voice drama part 2

Exams ended...!! Hello I am alive...!! And very (not) ready for “PRIDE”...!! T_T

“JUSTICE” Part 2

Yohei: So, you bastards… under whose orders did you come here?

Mobs: We’re not working under anyone! That kinda thing doesn’t matter, just cough up the cash, fuckin’ bastads!!

Iori: Tch… so they’re just punks.

Oi, we’ll let you off today, so get out.

Mobs: Don’t look down on us! If ya don’t give us the cash, y’all gonna get hurt!

Yohei: You’re letting them go? You really have that soft spot on you.

Iori: There’s no helping it. No matter what you do, guys like these won’t even get you 1 yen.

Mobs: Makin’ a fool out of us...! You shitheads! Urrah!!

(Mob punched Iori)

Yohei: You bastard... what the fuck did you just...?

Iori: Leave it, danna. I’m fine.

Yohei: Don’t think you can leave unscathed after laying your hands on Iori...!

Mobs: Bring it on, get me!!

(Yohei and the mobs fight)

(The mobs fall down and cough in pain)

Iori: Danna. That’s too much.

Yohei: Huh? Oh. Sorry.

Iori: Well, then...

(Iori forcibly pulled one of the mobs up)

Mobs: Ahh... ah!

Iori: You bastards. Learnt something, didn’t you?

If you pick a fight with real yakuza like us, you ain’t getting away just like this. Understand?

This time, we’ll let you off like this. Be grateful, won’t you?

Mobs: Y-yes... we’re very sorry...

Iori: Haha. Even so, danna. You really overdid it.

It’s gonna take lots of time to clean this up.

Yohei: Sigh. Small fries making us waste so much time.

Jeez, what a pain.

Saimon: He-eh, you were very rough, weren’t you, Yohei.

Yohei: Well, ‘cause that time I didn’t have any brains but physical strength.

Zen: If it’s physical strength, then I, too...!

Cough. Then, where does the maneki-neko comes in?

Iori: Wahahaha! Oh yeah, right.

Then, a few days after that uproar, we got called to Boss’s office.

We went in high spirits, thinkin’ we’re gon’ get a reward or something, but...

Yohei: Jeez, that damn boss messing around like that...

What the hell’s with giving us this maneki-neko!?

Iori: Hahaha, our guess were wrong, huh.

Yohei: We protected the shop’s name and loaded customers, so he could’ve given us something more... you know!?

Iori: Well, it’s probably simply because he didn’t have anything prepared. After all, those guys suddenly came to our face by themselves and then left just like that. Seriously, it feels like we were wheedled out of it cleanly.

Yohei : Well, when he just up and smiled like that, as he said, ‘I have high expectations for you’, there’s really nothing else we could say.

Iori: Right.

Well, we’ll answer his expectations, quickly get lots of money, and make the boss, us, and the Suiseki group, everyone all merry.

Yohei: Haha, yeah. Let’s do it. I’m counting on you, maneki-neko.

Iori: Ya shoulda said ‘partner’ right there, like, ‘I’m counting on you, Iori’!

Yohei: Oi, oi, you’re talking like Boss now.

Iori: Haha. How was it? I look like Boss when I talk like that, don’t I?

Yohei: No way. Stupid.

Iori: Haha.

Yohei: Hahaha.

Saimon: So that kind of thing happened, huh, Yohei? I didn’t know at all.

Zen: To think that that maneki-neko was a gift from the Boss...

Iori: How’s it!? A real good story, ain’t it?

Zen: Yes. A lot of things happened in the past, wasn’t it.

Iori: Well, that’s ‘cause we’ve been workin’ together for almost all the time.

Yohei: It was a story from really long ago, though.

Iori: Come of think of it, at that time there were those Alter Trigger Company guys too, weren’t there?

Yohei: Hah. What unpleasant connection, seriously.

Iori: Seriously an unpleasant connection, it is.

Yohei: Hm?

Iori: Danna, ya also heard of it recently, right? The Alter Trigger Company name.

Saimon: Why do you guys... that...?

Iori: Hahahaha! If ya work in this industry, ya gon’ hear lotsa stuff.

Yohei: And? How much do you know?

Iori: Nah, I dunno the details, but I only know that this bar’s ‘bout to be bought... and who’s gonna buy it.

Yohei: As expected, news travels fast to you.

Yeah. To protect this place, we have to get the one billion.

But this and that have no――...!

Iori: And that’s the deal. So, y’know anything about Paradox Live and Alter Trigger, danna?

Saimon: What are you trying to say?

Iori: The sudden buy-out uproar and the opening of Paradox Live. Plus, the winning prize is exactly the amount of money that y’all needed, one billion yen. Don’tcha think it’s too good a scenario for mere coincidence?

Saimon: In short, Alter Trigger Company is connected to all of it... is what you’re trying to say, is it?

Iori: Who knows?

Saimon: But... No, don’t tell me... that kind of thing is...

Yohei: We’re... being manipulated?

Iori: ‘Sup with that... seein’ that reaction, y’all don’t seem to have any info.

Saimon: ...

Iori: Seems like it’s a fruitless effort on our part. Well, let’s just say I told y’all ‘cause of our old friendly relations.

There’s somethin’ ‘bout this competition. Do your best to be careful.

Yohei: Oi, what the hell’s up about this event!?

Saimon: Anything is fine―please tell us whatever you-

(Bar door opens, and the bell rings)

Ryuu: We’re hooome!

Reo: Big Bro, we’re back!

Yohei: Sigh... seems that the adults’ time ended.

Hokusai: Hey... you said you guys keep cats... where are they?

Shiki: Oh... sorry, we made it so they can’t come into the shop. Right now, they’re probably asleep upstairs...

Hokusai: Even though I brought lots of setarias... [1]

Reo: Don’t be that dejected, Hokusai. Instead, seems like Satsuki will play with that!

Hokusai: Satsuki... really?

Satsuki: Ha? Who the hell wants to play with some wild grass?

Oi, Hokusai, stop looking at me with eyes full of expectations!

Reo: Can’t help it! Then, guess the demon king will do! Heere, come here~!

Ryuu: There’s no way Ryuu will wag his tail to such a grass...

Woof, woof~ Let’s play, let’s play!

Hokusai: Ryuu. Paw.

Ryuu: Woof!

Hokusai: The other paw.

Ryuu: Woof!

Satsuki: No, I told you it’s a setaria! The fuck’s with ‘woof’!?

Hokusai: Ah.

Shiki: U-um, inside of the shop, please don’t...!

Saimon: Haha, it’s alright, Shiki. We’re already closed, after all.

Zen: We’re very sorry that our kids...

Yohei: I feel like I kinda understand your feelings...

Satsuki: Thanks for the food, Big Bro! Raimen-tei’s ramen’s the best today, too! And the change...

Iori: S’kay, just take it, Satsuki.

Satsuki: Seriously!? Is it really ok!?

Iori: Let’s say it’s a tip for printing that one time. ‘Kay? [2]

Reo: Ah, what? Only Satsuki!? That’s unfair! Me too, me too!

Satsuki: Haah!? You didn’t even do anything!

Reo: Haah!? What are you saying? A cute kid like me has a value by just being there. Unlike Satsuki! Right, Shiki?

Satsuki: HAA!?

Shiki: H-hey, let’s not fight...

Satsuki: You ugly! Shiki, back off!!

Shiki: A-ah.... you’re so mean, Satsuki-kun...

Zen: Aah, they’re at it again. I’m sorry.

Oi!! What the hell are you guys on about!!?

(In the background.)

Reo: You’re frustrated, aren’t you~? For not being popular!

Satsuki: Oi!!!

Zen: How many times is it already!?

Saimon: They seem like they’re always fighting.

Iori: Haha. They’re what you call somethin’ like ‘the closer you are...’! [3]

Ryuu: By the way, what were boss and the others talking about?

Saimon: Hm? Oh, just small talks.

Ryuu: Reeeally? Hmmm? Ah, I know!

You guys were talking about the people standing behind everyone... right!?

Saimon: ...!? Ryuu...!?

Reo: What is it, what is it? Talking about ghosts?

Ryuu: No~ It’s a-dults’-ta-lk!

Iori: Oi. Whaddaya mean? Ya know somethin’?

Ryuu: Know? About what? The ingredients of konnyaku?

Iori: Sonny, don’t be boring and say sloppy things.

Ryuu: To pack... [4] like, packing chikuwa and cucumber?

Saimon: I’m sorry. Could you please not press this child with questions?

Iori: O-oh... yeah, ya right. Sorry, sorry.

This sonny... he knows somethin’?

Ryuu: Hee-eey, if ghosts do appear what do we do~?

Satsuki: Hey, Shiki, is this guy always like this? Even in the ramen shop he just keeps blabbering on whatever comes up on his mind.

Ryuu: Shiki’s arm is really white and boney, huh!? Calcium!!

(Ryuu bites Shiki’s arm.)

Shiki: I-it hurts! Ryuu-kun, stop biting me!

Ryuu: Munch, munch...

Reo: Seriously, how could you live together with that? Ain’t it crazy?

Shiki: No, I’m already used to it...

Ryuu: Woof, munch, munch!

Satsuki: Nothing is scarier than routine...!

Shiki: But, he also has a really kind side to him...

Yohei: Oi, until when are you gonna bite Shiki’s arm!?

Ryuu: Oooouch! Master’s bullying me! I’m against violence!

Hokusai: Shiki, are you okay? It hurts, didn’t it? Good boy...

Shiki: Thank you...

Saimon: Sigh...

Shiki: Owner...?

(in the background.)

Reo: Come here, good boy, good boy.

Ryuu: Woof, woof!

Reo: Here, here, here, and there!

Ryuu: Woof, woof, woof!

Shiki: Um, are you okay...?

Saimon: Hm? Why?

Shiki: It kind of looked liek you were spacing out... I wondered if you were tired...

Saimon: Ah... I was just thinking. Thank you for worrying, Shiki. You’re a kind child.

Shiki: N-not at all.

(Iori clapped his hands twice.)

Iori: Well then, it’s already late. Let’s call it a night.

Reo: Yeeees~!

Zen: Even though we said we’ll only have a glass, in the end we stayed for a long time.

Saimon: It’s alright. Come again whenever you want.

Hokusai: It’d be nice if I can meet the kitties next time...

Yohei: Yeah, you can even bring them home if you want.

Hokusai: Really...!?

Reo: No, no. We already have Mr. Monkey in our house, right? By the name of Satsuki!

Hokusai: I see...

Satsuki: Oi, oi, oi, Hokusai! The hell do you mean by ‘I see’!?

Ryuu: Bye-bye, thank you, come again!

Shiki: We’ll be waiting for your next visit.

Zen: Yeah, thanks for the food!

Iori: Hey, brats! Wontcha get outta here fast!?

Reo: See ya~!

Hokusai: Hehe...

Satsuki: Let’s come again!

Iori: Danna. I’m different from when I’m still chasing after you.

Now, these guys’re my family.

So, to protect ‘em too, I can’t lose on stage.

I ain’t gon’ give ya mercy even though we’re old comrades.

Yohei: Heh. Bring it on.

‘Cause we also can’t lose.

No way i’d lose the bar and my comrades.

Iori: Well then, the next time we meet’s on the stage!

Yohei: Yeah. Just you wait.

(Iori walks out of the bar.)

Yohei: Oi, you’re Gazen, aren’t you?

Zen: Yes?

Yohei: Him... Iori, look after him carefully, wont you? I’m counting on you.

Zen: Yes. You don’t even have to tell me that.

Yohei: Heh. I see.

(Zen walks out of the bar.)

Yohei: Well then, now you all go and clean up! Move quickly!

Shiki: A-ah, yes!

Ryuu: Eeeeh?

Saimon: You too, Yohei.

Yohei: Yes, yes, understood, Owner-sama.

Then, Shiki, you clean. Ryuu, get the dustpan.

Shiki: Yes!

Ryuu: Understood!

Notes

[1] Neko-jarashi, setaria or foxtail, the grass you play with cats with.

[2] I'm actually not sure this is his exact words, but anyways it's a tip for doing some kind of chore.

[3] As in, 'you're so close you fight'or 'the closer you are the more you fight with each other'.

[4] Tsumaranai means boring, but it’s also the negative form of tsumaru (to pack).

#paradox live #drama cd translation #translation #the cat's whiskers #akan yatsura

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pairodicelost · 4 years ago

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something needs to change soon bc i have so much i wanna do and make, and the dead weight of my own body and the prolonged suffering i dip in and out of is just untenable

had a well and truly terrible mental health day on tues... monday night was acute suffering and rumination and DAMAGED GOODS feeling, I drunk drafted an email to [redacted] shedding light on [redacted] (amazingly articulate, graceful even? though a tad dramatic), I drank gin, I went to bed. set off by watching vids of a young person i follow having a manic sobbing laughing undressed spiral online which really just grabbed my heart by the throat. Tuesday I couldnt get up until 3pm, and Angel sneezed so I panicked, either lung cancer or dust from her bedding (which i’d been changing daily!!) so I deep cleaned her cage extremely, held her on me almost the whole time, spent hours with her really while I did it and drank coffee and swept the house and handwashed her cloths and sewed things for her cage and then suddenly, cried and cried for awhile while she crawled on my shoulders. then made rly good dinner bc cooking is now something i like????

facetimed my sister super grumpy from my bad day and she was sour too, bad day on her end, rude boss, lotsa pressure, but she practiced delivering her presentation of the neuroscience data she gleaned and described in her (first! ever!) published manuscript/experiment. somehow cheered each other up. went to bed sober and not too late.

I am struggling to write and struggling to paint, collage with words is completely off the table lately bc my brain just convulses and turns into a wet towel and cannot focus. I think I need to aggressively enforce a week of NO MAKING ANYTHING, its okay to just cook and watch movies and play with the rats. No drawing or painting and most of all no shame over that. my self worth is all wrapped up in it, im supposed to be wildly productive in all my downtime so that I est a body of work, all weekend and all week nights go to this second life which will emerge - and I just gotta stop and chill tf out with making that my identity and my everything. this is about cooking! im worried about money all the time (bad bad bad, youre supposed to exercise gratitude and act and believe as if you already have the things you want, you know this!) but I have an overflowing pantry and a full fridge and freezer (its a minifridge and freezer lmao) and lately, unable to finish projects or deal with words, I’ve gotten into cooking! and baking! it keeps the kitchen warm, too, and is profoundly comforting.

french onion soup, nondairy tomato soup, brussel sprouts roasted with potatoes dressed in balsamic + garlic with eggs fried in there, butternut squash

so something is level and good within me, i suspect a lot of things are getting there.

today:

1. get to fedex/office depot and make 50 copies of zine

1.5. mail 2 maya while there

2. pick up carriers for the babes

3. assemble zines at home to send tmrw

4. get rid of a ton of the paper scraps and ephemera I’ve been hauling around the country for ten yrs. collage and material belongings are stressful rn so best be rid of em. clear desk and files. make sewing stuff accessible.

5. prep batch of mail - for C in Fresno, R’s forgotten birthday card, MK’s thank you, grandparents, C + M, early bday to T??? and J in NC and E.

It’s funny though bc the new rat just hung with me for over an hr while I wait on hold with unemployment and I have little pulled-apart raspberries and carrot slices on an old open journal and my coffeetable is littered with envelopes and a banker’s lamp and nail polish pain meds allergy meds earache oil chapstick toothpaste lighter mouthguard and also an open bottle of charles shaw right next to a mcdonald’s cup i’ve been using for days to drink water out of bc the straw really helps, and super floral-smelling black tea i just made myself and I looked at this mess and thought to myself “is this happiness? i think maybe i’m really happy.”

#practically a journal entry

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thelowlysatsuma · 5 years ago

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First Kiss and Huddling for Warmth with logicality

!!!!!

“We,” Logan groans, sliding his head into his hands in utter despair, “are screwed. And it is most entirely your fault.”

Patton winces from his cross-legged seat opposite the irritated man. “Aw, come on, Logan,” he wheedles, shivering despite himself. “It’s not that bad!”

Logan stares at him flatly. “We’re trapped,” he begins slowly, “in a freezing cave, twenty kilometres from civilization in any direction, with little water, minimal food, no way of keeping warm – and you think it’s not that bad?!”

Patton gives a soft laugh, and Logan is unable to tell why his neck, previously so cold, suddenly feels like it’s burning. “O’course it’s not bad,” the smaller man chirps, wiggling his shoulders teasingly. “You’re here with me, aren’tcha?”

Logan’s breath hitches, and he wills down the pink erupting in his cheeks. “Nope,” he says crossly, tugging on his tie in an attempt to distract himself, “no, nope, absolutely not, we are not having this happen right now, so stop being adorable.”

His friend rolls his eyes cheekily and starts to move, crossing the limited space between them at a crawl. “What in the name of Tesla are you doing?” Logan squeaks inelegantly, propelling himself backwards until his back hits the wall with a painful thump. Patton glances up at him, and oh, Logan really needs to wipe his brain immediately because the sight of that man bearing down on him should not be attractive under any circumstances – much less those at hand.

Patton, for his part, merely blinks, beginning to untie his hoodie from its perch on his shoulders. “Whadd’ya think, silly? I’m warming us up!”

Logan swallows hard, dismisses the multitude of mental images that just flooded his mind, stops to think with his actual brain for once, and promptly nods. “Body heat,” he says approvingly, shuffling his way towards the other as Patton meets him in the middle. “Nice one.”

Patton drapes his hoodie around the both of them like a blanket, then leans his head on Logan’s shoulder. “Thanks,” he murmurs, vibrations echoing through the soft fabric of Logan’s button-down. Logan furrows his eyebrows, frowning.

“You’re still cold?”

It’s not a question, but his friend treats it as one nonetheless. “What?” Patton splutters, lifting his gaze to meet Logan’s eyes. “Me? Cold? Nahhhhh.”

Logan scowls, crossing his arms. “You’re shivering,” he states flatly. “Come here.”

Patton blinks, then blushes as Logan begrudgingly wraps his arms around him, hoping to stem some iota of the cold perpetrating the man’s being. “I- uh,” Patton stammers awkwardly, looking away, “I’m sorry I got us into this mess. You’re right when you said it was my fault.”

Logan huffs haughtily. “Of course I was right. I’m always right.” Then, looking down at the figure in his arms, relents ever-so-slightly. “But perhaps I could have been more careful checking the weather forecast when we went looking for the amulet.”

Patton snickers into his shirt, and Logan gulps. “That was a little bit of an oversight, huh?”

“‘Oversight’? Since when do you know what that means?”

A shrug. “I know lotsa stuff, Lo! Like words, and how to work phones-”

“-That was one time!-”

“-And, and feelings ‘nd stuff.”

Logan scoffs. “You certainly can’t know that much about feelings,” he boasts primly, tugging on his tie. “After all, you don’t know mine.”

Patton chuckles, bright and low, and Logan thinks suddenly that perhaps he’s made a terrible mistake. He shifts in his spot until he’s facing Logan, all-too perceptive eyes peering at him through the cover of thick-rimmed lenses, and Logan flushes.

“I dunno, Lo,” Patton says, leaning forwards innocently until he’s practically in the taller man’s lap. His hand drifts across Logan’s shoulder, and Logan finds himself shivering for reasons rather separate from the cold. “Betcha I could make you feel something.”

Logan presses himself impossibly further back into the wall, barely daring to meet the other’s eyes. “Oh really?” he challenges, pouring all his efforts into keeping his voice steady. “And what might that be?”

Patton blinks, then leans in closer. “Hey Logan?” he asks, face very nearly touching the other but oh, not quite, not nearly close enough and yet much too near at the same time. “What do would you do if your ice house was falling apart?”

He could pick out, if he were so inclined, every eyelash on his face – even the lone, fallen one right below his eye, almost perfectly opposite the minuscule birthmark. He’s utterly stunning, Logan realizes, a marvel, sheer, unparalleled wonder in the most beautiful of harmonies – balanced, precise, as delicate as a scientific instrument and as capable as one as well. He could be all the stars in the sky, at that moment, and Logan wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, because both are equally radiant.

“What?” he murmurs softly, distantly aware of the strains of his own voice lilting through the air, even as a slow, gorgeous, charming grin spread on the other’s face.

“Well I dunno about you,” Patton says, “but igloo it back together.”

Then he winks.

Logan blinks, groans, then promptly pushes his friend off his lap in an unceremonious heap.

“Why are you like this?” he wails, smacking his hands to his forehead with reckless abandon. Patton laughs from his spot on the cave floor, a beautiful sound. “I told you I could make you feel an emotion, Lo. Never said it wouldn’t be annoyance.”

Logan stares at him. His shocked expression gradually melts into one of betrayal, then bewilderment, then gradual, grudging admiration. “I hate that I put up with you,” he mutters. Patton just grins. “Aww,” he teases, “you know you love me.”

A deep, resigned sigh. “God, unfortunately.”

Logan shivers, then, and Patton pounces on the motion. “Are you okay?” he asks, frantically gathering up his discarded hoodie and wrapping it around the both of them yet again. “Oh, shoot; did I make you cold or something?”

Logan rolls his eyes. “That is far from how thermodynamics work, Patton.”

A pause. Then,

“But yes, I am still… cold.”

Patton busies himself, bustling around in their makeshift little shelter, avoiding eye contact as he gathers his things for a moment of so. Then, in a small voice, he proposes, “I do have.. maybe one more idea. Of how we could warm up.”

Logan glances at him, intrigued. “Explain.”

His friend’s eyes dart to him. Look away. Look back. “It might be easier if I showed you. Just… tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

Logan furrows his brow, but leans back into the inviting arms of the cavern wall. “You have no less than the entirety of my trust,” he says honestly, “as ill-given as it may prove to be. And there’s- there’s very little that could take that trust away.”

Patton lets out a soft “Oh,” at that; “Oh, good.”

Then he’s leaning in, broadcasting his every move with the obviousness and surprisingly graceful elegance of a bull trotting its way through a delicate china shop, and oh, Logan thinks, oh.

Soft lips meet his. A gentle hand runs its way down his arm. A warm weight is in his space.

It promises so many things. It promises blazing heat, and fiery determination, and an old, solid, crackling glow much later on.

But those things are for after this moment.

In this moment, Logan is simply, strikingly, stunningly warm.

this ended up??? so much fluffier than i meant it to be??? oh my god i planned to actually write a kiss scene for this and that Did Not Happen but like. idk it’s kinda sweet so i’ll take it

Send me two tropes and a ship!

@loganberrysanders @spectralheartt @artistgracie @coconut-cluster @falling-out-trees-101 @evilmuffin @anony-phangirl

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miracleboiz · 5 years ago

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Making a Home Ch.3

Kita Shinsuke had experienced a lot in life. He had been raised with his grandmother, a loving foster parent and for some time he followed in her foot steps before finding his own path. He thought his foster care license had expired before getting a call at three am with two small boys thrust into his arms. Miya Osamu and Atsumu, from broken homes but still fighting. Thirty days before his license expires. Thirty days to make a choice, keep the boys or let them be separated into different homes. Thirty days to fall in love with them.

Words: 4k

Relationships: Gen

Warnings: Mention of past child abuse, non-graphic abuse

Not from Kita, but it is mentioned. I will post any warnings before any panic attacks or vague descriptions of abuse.

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The twin's gazes dashed around the room, eyes wide and soaking up everything around them. Their grips on each other's hands tightened for a moment before they relaxed, Osamu tilting his head up to stare at Shinsuke.

"What..." He chewed his lip and pulled the fox closer, nearly dislodging the flower on its head. "What's a... weddin' bo-... boutique?"

"Well, it's a shop that sells things for weddings. Both western and Japanese in my case." Shinsuke said softly, stepping out a little further to show them the shop better. "Most shops only sell dresses but we do a lot more here. That is where our tailor makes sure the clothes fit, you can make a wedding registry- a list of gifts you want- over there. We have a card station so you can choose your designs for invitations."

Shinsuke pointed each station out in the wide room, explaining it to the rapt attention of Osamu and the bored looking Atsumu. He led them in, around a set of tuxedos and male kimonos, careful not to move too fast and overwhelm them.

Sugawara was already in one of the mirrored corners, carefully arranging some fake flowers that came from between the mirrors. He glanced up and saw them in the reflection, eyes widening and Shinsuke watched him try to stifle a squeal. Instead he ducked back down, shifting the ottoman chairs instead to curve around the mirror and disappearing into one of the changing rooms.

On the opposite corner, Akaashi was already sitting down, a large ink brush in his hand that was gliding down the page, either a commission or a wedding order. Behind him a large wall of different card stock hid him from the gaze of the average window shopper. He didn't glance up at the sound of Shinsuke talking, probably already zoned out until either his phone alarm rang or someone touched him.

In between the two stations, the wall curved in leading to a decent sized office with two desks. Books of dress designs and venues littered three bookshelves and a wall of ribbons and flower designs rose up at the back. Many customers liked to use their own wedding planner, but Shinsuke had to admit having his own on site made it a lot easier when dealing with customers who tried to do it all without help.

On the other wall there was another mirrored corner, with a shelf coming out of the wall with all of Sugawara and Shirofuku's materials for tailoring. Under the window to the right was the register, currently covered in multiple packages labeled Castle Bakery. Against the wall to the left, wedding dresses and kimonos were posed on mannequins and bridesmaid outfits were on racks.

In the final corner was where Azumane designed and sewed together specialty outfits. Shinsuke could just barely see him hunched over the tail end of a pale peach dress, carefully slipping a needle in and out of beads and the dress. Fabric was already pulled out and laying across his table and two other mannequins.

"You do all of this?" Osamu said when they finished the tour, eyeing the Castle Bakery boxes as Shinsuke came to a stop beside the register.

"I manage it all, and help Azumane design and create dresses. Each place has someone who takes care of it though. So it makes it a lot easier." Shinsuke explained, cracking open one of the boxes that had his name on it. Two muffins sat in the middle with a note attached to the top of the box followed by the ingredient list for each box.

Shinji made these this morning. Don't worry, we watched him. DON'T LET TORU HAVE THE ONES WITH PEANUT BUTTER~ Takahiro

Shinsuke chuckled softly, carefully lifting the two chocolate chip muffins out and offering them to the boys.

"These are fresh from the bakery across the street, are you still hungry or would you like to wait till later?" Predictably, both boys reached for them. Atsumu held his for a minute, frowning at it and reached out to stop Osamu from shoving it in his mouth. His eyes glanced up to Shinsuke then back down, repeating a few more times before Shinsuke intervened.

"Is something wrong Atsumu?"

"What's... in these?" He said hesitantly, eyes down on the ground to keep from looking disrespectful. "I-I just mean, Osamu's allergic to lotsa stuff and he... I..." Atsumu's mouth moved inaudibly, trying to keep calm and Shinsuke wondered how many times Osamu had been fed things he was allergic to by unwitting or uncaring foster parents.

"It's alright. I read Osamu's allergy list last night and this doesn't have anything dangerous to him in it. Would you like to read the list yourself?" Shinsuke asked, peeling the list off for his box and offering it to Atsumu when he nervously nodded. In a fashion that would make allergic-to-peanuts-Oikawa proud, Osamu inhaled the muffin despite his brother's protests, grinning when Atsumu passed the list back agreeing that it was safe to eat.

Atsumu peeled the wrapper off his muffin, carefully nibbling until Osamu reached for it. Atsumu responded by shoving the entire thing in his mouth, chewing and swallowing faster than Shinsuke thought was possible for a child and nearly giving him a heart attack. Atsumu didn't look any worse for wear though, sticking his tongue out at Osamu a moment later.

"Do you want to be introduced to the others who are here then? We can drop off their muffins and then head to the store." Shinsuke asked a moment later, lifting up the boxes and checking the names. Shirofuku's was nearly three times as heavy as the others and Shinsuke had to admit it was amusing that the bakery knew his tailor so well.

The twins looked around, Atsumu looking bored again but he still didn't say anything as his brother nodded. Osamu paused after a moment though, glancing at his brother and then Shinsuke.

"Are you sure it's not a bother?" He asked, then shook his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean… You said it was okay… But… I just… I mean… I’m sorry, I’m sorry… please… We can do whatever you want Kita-san… I-I… I don’t… I don’t mean to be rude… ”

Shinsuke crouched next to him, eyes softening with worry. The six year old looked seconds from a complete meltdown, jumping when his brother’s hand clamped down on his wrist. Osamu’s breath quickened and his eyes rolled with fear.

“Osamu?” Atsumu asked, confusion clear on his face and quickly buried beneath panic as Osamu yanked out of his grip. His hands curled into his chest like he was trying to hide them from sight.

“Osamu, just breathe.” Shinsuke said softly, carefully waving Atsumu a few steps away. “It’s alright, you haven’t done anything wrong. You’re not in trouble I promise…. Breathe in for seven seconds…. Now breathe out for eight, you can do it… There you go, great job Osamu, now again…”

Shinsuke talked him through it, relaxing as the boy’s breathing started to slow. His head was still pulled in like he was waiting to be struck, but his hands finally relaxed from their curled position. He glanced up at Shinsuke, then back at the ground, tears slowly leaking out of his eyes.

“Osa-” Atsumu said, startling when his brother jumped again. He reached out for him, but Osamu just shied away, fingers starting to clench again.

Atsumu’s face twisted with panic, his own breath coming out harsher as he started to slip into a panicked state as well. Shinsuke had to assume Atsumu had never seen his brother have an anxiety attack before and was terrified at the idea that he was scaring his brother. Shinsuke was going to have to cut that off as soon as possible or else neither of the two would be okay for hours.

“Atsumu?” Shinsuke murmured softly, turning his gaze to Atsumu’s scared one. “Your brother had an anxiety attack, sometimes when it happens people don’t want to be touched. He’ll be just fine though, I promise. Why don’t we head back to the house, okay?”

“N-no!” Osamu shouted, then flinched. His hands instinctively moving to cover his face, he shook slightly as he lowered them again, not looking at either of them. “Y-you… wanted us to m-meet them. I’m sorry…. I won’t… I won’t be a bother… I’m sorry.”

“Osamu.” Shinsuke said slowly, watching Osamu cling to the stuffed animal. “You are not a bother, I promise. You’re not in trouble either. Remember when I said sometimes you get tired of people and you need to rest? We can rest now Osamu, it isn’t a bother at all. I promise, your feelings are more important than meeting a few more people.”

Osamu buried his face into the fox’s fur, a harsh breath racking through him. Shinsuke wondered how often he teetered on the edge of panic and worry, how often his brain would work too fast and drive his anxiety up until his small body couldn’t contain it anymore. And how often had he been punished for it.

“It’s alright now, we can go calm down for a bit and have some lunch when you’re ready.”

“What…” Osamu’s voice was breathy, nervous and embarrassed, “What about… shopping? Y-You wanted to…”

“We can still go shopping later if you’d like, but you being okay is more important Osamu.” Shinsuke smiled softly when Osamu’s eyes peeked over the top of the fox’s head. “Let’s head back inside and we can talk after we nap for a bit, alright? The store won’t go anywhere. You and Atsumu can think about all the toys you want to look at and new clothes you want to try on.”

Shinsuke stood back up, waving his hand at Atsumu to motion him to start heading back towards the door to the house. Shinsuke barely caught a glimpse of a worried looking Koushi before he was slipping away again before he could accidentally startle either of the children.

Osamu lagged behind, eyes still darting around the rooms like he was waiting for his punishment. Even Atsumu was quiet as he walked, constantly looking back to make sure Osamu was okay and trying to slow down to match his pace though Osamu only stepped away from him, clinging onto the small stuffed fox in his arms.

“Atsumu,” Shinsuke tried to call him but was ignored. There was a flash of annoyance before he let it go, after all Atsumu didn’t really understand what was going on. He just saw his brother suffering.

Shinsuke took a few more steps until they were beside the male mannequins again, opening the door and leading the two to the next door. He opened it, waiting for them to pass him before he stepped into his house.

“Osamu,” Shinsuke called this time, watching the flinch before Osamu’s head lifted to try and meet his gaze unsteadily. “Do you want to stay with Atsumu or would you like to lay down for a bit?”

There was a pause, one that seemed to immediately set Atsumu on edge, before Osamu reached out and shakily took his brother’s hand. The nod was small, barely noticeable but enough for Atsumu to relax slightly. Their hands squeezed each other, trying to pull any sense of comfort from one another.

“Alright…” Shinsuke hesitated, not quite sure what would be the next step. On one hand, he didn’t want Osamu to feel pressured to stay in his room but on the other Kita didn’t want him to get worse-

A tug on his shirt caught his attention and he looked down, blinking softly at Atsumu’s doe eyes staring up at him. Atsumu tugged again, pulling Shinsuke down to his level and leaning up to whisper in his ear.

“Do you have any movies?” He whispered, glancing at his brother as Osamu shifted from foot to foot. “When Osamu has nightmares they help…. Maybe… they can help now too?”

“That’s a great idea, thank you Atsumu,” Shinsuke said softly, watching Osamu perk up slightly, “you two can go sit on the couch while I see what movies I have.”

It took a moment, Osamu still looking hesitant before Atsumu tugged him along. Worried eyes glanced back at him more than once but Shinsuke just nodded until Osamu was comfortably on the couch, leaning his weight on his brother.

Shinsuke turned and made his way to the back office, pulling open the first drawer on his left to look at all the random things Akagi had left at his house. Shinsuke himself wasn’t a big movie watcher, he owned three and he wasn’t sure any of them qualified as kid-friendly as they were all documentaries. However, Akagi considered that a travesty and had a habit of leaving movies and books around that he wanted Shinsuke to look at.

After nearly two minutes of pulling things out, Shinsuke’s hand finally landed on a case. He pulled it out, eyes catching on Studio Ghibli. The front of the case itself was a cute, gentle animation of a small human fish child. He turned it over, reading the back before deciding it would work. He didn’t know much about Studio Ghibli but he did know Oikawa and Sawamura had both bought movies out of the collection for their own children.

Shinsuke returned to the living room, not surprised to see Osamu still curled around his fox, his brother leaning as close to him as he could. They both glanced up as he entered and he dipped his head slightly in greeting, moving to the tv and pressing the on button before moving to turn on the dusty DVD player Akagi had wired in for him. He placed the movie in and sat back, watching it flicker to life.

He grabbed for the remote, barely remembering how to use it. It was different from his old one, instead of a long strip it curved almost in two, with two sticks that Shinsuke was certain moved. For longer than he wanted to admit, he stared blankly at the device until he heard Atsumu’s voice.

“Are… you okay Kita-san?” He asked slowly, shrinking away slightly when Shinsuke turned to look at him. Shinsuke held up the remote in explanation.

“Remember when I told you that I was very boring? That includes not knowing how to use one of these. Do you know?” Shinsuke asked, offering the remote over.

Atsumu took it, looking it over with Osamu before they both grabbed it and pressed one of the sticks. The screen clicked as it moved over from a blue background to a picture of a DVD, Shinsuke watched with interest as they hit another button. The movie went black for a second before fading into an animated scene. They pressed another and music started to filter through the room quietly.

Shinsuke waved for them to keep the remote, moving to grab the blanket on the couch and laying it over Atsumu’s lap who quickly moved it to cover him and his brother.

“I’m going to be over here and make lunch in a few, let me know if you need anything okay boys?” Shinsuke said softly, only getting minute nods as they stared into the screen already enraptured. He watched them for a moment longer, taking in the hiccups in Osamu’s breathing as he tried not to cry and Atsumu’s aggressive fussing as he tucked the blanket as tightly around his brother as he could.

Quietly, Shinsuke moved to the back office again. He grabbed a notebook and a pen, hesitating before snagging a few more movies from the pile he had uncovered. The boys would be bored over the next few days while Shinsuke got them signed up for the closest school and they waited for the weekend to end, this would help stave off some boredom atleast.

He sat on the armchair when he returned, only nodding his head when they looked up at him. Osamu’s cheeks were shining with a few tears that had fallen but his eyes were dry and his breathing was even. A wave of relief washed over Shinsuke as he pulled his gaze away from the two and started to scratch out the characters for their names on the notebook.

He looked at Osamu’s name, glancing up at the child for a moment before starting to write.

Osamu was sweet, naturally inquisitive and playful. He enjoyed his comfort items more than Atsumu seemed to but he wasn’t completely helpless. However, he was a lot more naturally shy than his brother and prefered the background position his brother allowed him to play. He struggled with letting his own emotions be known and feared being punished for them.

He was going to need a much softer hand to nurture him into someone who could stand up for himself. While being attached to his brother wasn’t an issue right now, they would have to be monitored to make sure it didn’t shift into unhealthy codependency. Though Shinsuke wasn’t particularly worried about that right now, Atsumu was protective but Osamu had made it clear he was able to say what he wanted.

Atsumu though, was a little tougher to write about. He hadn’t shown much of his own nature beyond being protective of his brother. He seemed to keep it locked away, eyes only on his brother and any threat that could arise. He was fierce, ready to fight the world for his right to stand up. If anyone was going to get unhealthily attached, Shinsuke would put his bets on Atsumu.

Atsumu hadn’t shown many interests outside of his brother and it worried Shinsuke, even with the snow he hadn’t cared until Osamu had commented on it. He didn’t care much about the shop, unlike Osamu who had been endlessly fascinated by everything. Even now, watching the show, Atsumu was only half watching. His head turned to eye Shinsuke and their gaze met for a moment before he was looking away again.

Hopefully with the start of school on Monday, Atsumu would be able to branch out for himself. Shinsuke wanted to help him break out of the cycle of being Osamu’s unspoken parent and guardian. It would never go completely away, but Atsumu had endless potential he could unlock if he looked into what he wanted instead of how to protect Osamu. Shinsuke wanted to watch both of them flourish, not just Osamu

Shinsuke scratched out the last character, humming softly to the song coming from the tv as he looked over his notes. They weren’t complete, he couldn’t know the boys in one day but it was a step towards finding them a good home. The more information he knew about what the twins needed and how they acted, the better he could assess potential parents and let them know exactly what the boys needed in their life.

Shinsuke looked up again, taking in Osamu’s completely enraptured look on the tv and Atsumu’s fidgeting feet. Atsumu’s gaze wasn’t on the tv again, instead it was caught on the clock above it. Each click was copied by a flick of Atsumu’s fingers against the bottom of the blanket. His eyes roved over the room again, picking through items before landing on the tv as Osamu gasped at whatever was on the screen.

Shinsuke paused as the doorbell rang, watching the boys both look at him immediately. A mix of apprehension and curiosity was scrawled across their face as they watched Shinsuke put the notebook down and make his way to the door.

Shinsuke knew Oomimi had said he would be visiting later with the boys’ files, but he expected a text before anything. No one else would be dropping by without calling first.

A quick peek through the window made Shinsuke sigh as he recognized the wild hair. He pulled the door open and looked up at the grinning face of Akagi with disappointment.

“Hey sexy, where are the little ones?” Akagi winked, before holding up a packet of papers in explanation. “ ‘Mimi got called in to a meeting so I said I would bring this over to you because I want to meet my new nephews.”

“Akagi, I didn’t adopt them.” Shinsuke said slowly as he opened the door, glancing at the twin faces peeking over the back of the couch curiously.

“Doesn’t matter, they’re my new nephews!” He grinned, wiggling his arm and the plastic bag rustled on his elbow. “I brought presents. Heya! Didja tell your brother about me?”

Both boys had perked up at the word present but they shrank down again when they realized they were being looked at. Atsumu looked at his brother before shaking his head.

“I didn’t…. Fox-kun.” He said, wincing slightly as Akagi’s name escaped him. Akagi burst into laughter, stepping into the house to let Shinsuke close the door.

“Close enough, Atsumu-kun. Just call me Michinari or Ojisan. Osamu, I’m Michinari, I helped bring you guys home last night and brought over that little Ruppell’s fox that you’re holding.” Akagi greeted, smiling brightly at him even as Osamu shrank down. Osamu’s gray eyes looked to the fox before slowly pulling it free of the blanket and holding it out for Akagi.

“Oh no, honey, it’s yours. I brought them over for you. They’re yours forever.” Akagi explained, nodding when Osamu’s eyes widened in disbelief. Osamu immediately turned and stuffed it back between himself and his brother, eyes shining as he looked at his brother.

Atsumu looked a little hesitant but he was quickly relaxing again as Akagi moved to steal Shinsuke’s chair. The ex-libero pulled open his bag, pulling out objects of different sizes. He waved a case at Shinsuke with a bright smile.

“I’m glad you got the playstation to work, I was starting to think I bought you that for nothing.”

“That’s what it’s called? And I thought you bought it so you could play it when you stayed over.” Shinsuke said dryly, taking the case he was being offered with a frown. Ark: Survival Evolved, it said.

“This looks inappropriate for children.” Shinsuke could see the twins looking at the game with excitement obvious in their eyes. His heart softened at the hopeful looks, had they ever even had video games before? They probably had to deal with other kids using it against them too.

“I mean, you capture and train dinosaurs, you can change the settings to creative so they don’t have to actually kill anyone but it’s fine, really. I also got Minecraft and Spyro which are super family friendly, but I mean, It’s dinosaurs Shinsuke-kun. Just play with them?” Akagi asked, eyes fluttering slightly as he looked up at Shinsuke. Shinsuke pressed his lips together as he thought it over before he turned to look at the boys.

Osamu was nearly on top of his brother’s back as they leaned closer, eyes on Shinsuke. Hope and excitement glittered in them as the end credits of the movie played, they both gave identical smiles, excitement making them seem to shake with excitement. Osamu’s cheeks were still a little wet and he wasn’t getting as close as Atsumu was but he was branching out, even if it was nonverbally. It was a start that Shinsuke couldn’t ignore.

“Oh… Oh alright, if I can sit with you then they can play this game. But if it’s too violent then you can only play the other two, okay boys?” Shinsuke asked and all three of them let out a cheer. Shinsuke could have sworn Akagi was the loudest of the bunch, his own mind feeling incredibly lucky to have the three of them here.

“I’m going to start lunch then, can I trust you two to keep Akagi from breaking anything?” Shinsuke asked, fighting back a smile at Akagi’s offended shout.

The twins burst into giggles, nodding and sitting back down so they could pat the couch and offer up the Playstation remote. Akagi whined, grumbling as he made his way over with the three games held out for the boys to look at. Atsumu waited until Osamu had grabbed one to look at before taking the other two for himself, they leaned together, looking them over with hushed whispers and soft gasps of awe.

Akagi turned, giving Shinsuke a soft smile.

“I’ll keep an eye on them, go on. They’ll still be here when you get back, you dad.” Akagi teased, turning back to Osamu’s bubbly questions.

Shinsuke gave them one last look, trying to push down the affection rising up. He was a foster parent, he wasn’t looking to adopt right now. Especially not when he was alone and would be raising them by himself.

He paused in the kitchen, listening to Akagi’s dramatic storytelling and sighed. Scratch that, he wouldn’t be raising them alone, he had a family it was just a little different.

#HQ #Haikyuu!!#Haikyuu #Miya Atsumu #Miya Osamu #Kita Shinsuke #Inarizaki #Fanfiction #Making a home AU

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lpdwillwrite4coffee · 5 years ago

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BLOODY SUNRISE CHAPTER NINE

Run!

Caitlin jackknifed off the mattress, gasping like a drowning woman.

Drenched in a cold sweat, shaking violently… It wasn’t like her other nightmares.

She knew this one too well.

“Shh, hey, darlin’ you’re alright, hey…” Booker’s voice was in her ear.

Hands—calloused and warm—rubbed up and down her arms.

Absently she realized she was crying, but she couldn’t stop, couldn’t even feel the tears streaming down her face. She was too numb.

“Cae, you’re alright, you’re safe.”

She shook her head, trying to clear the fog, the panic, the disgust.

Booker’s hand cupped the back of her head, stroking her hair.

“I’m right here, you’re not alone,” he soothed, fingers tangling in her locks. “Take a breath sweetheart, please.”

Confused by his statement, she didn’t know she was hyperventilating. She was taking in too much oxygen, her lungs burned with it.

The dark room tilted. She felt nauseated.

“Caitlin, come back, darlin’, please,” Booker begged, hands firm on her arms, shoulders, neck. “Lay down, c’mon. Ease back.”

She didn’t fight him as he tugged her backwards. But she didn’t land on the mattress.

Instead he cradled her against his chest, turning her just enough to use him as a pillow.

“Shh, it’s alright,” he murmured against the top of her head. “You’re safe.”

Wet cheek pressed to his shirt, she focused on the strong beat in her right ear.

Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub…

“J-jack?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he said, and she felt the vibrations. “I’m right here.”

A fresh sob escaped her lips. “I was so scared…”

“I know, shh, I know,” he whispered.

At first, she thought she was hallucinating, a moment of sensory overload, but then he did it again…

Booker kissed the top of her head, brushing her hair back as he did so.

With one hand holding the side of her head, he traced patterns on her back with the other, calming and grounding her.

Quietly, he started humming, and Caitlin closed her eyes.

***

Warm. She was so fucking warm…

Her hair was stuck to her neck uncomfortably, and her legs tangled in blankets, clearly from trying to escape the heat. But it was surrounding her.

Shifting against the pillows, she made a soft noise of protest at the back of her throat.

Something tightened around her, pulling her closer.

Even half-asleep, she recognized the movement and arched her back, pressing against…

Booker.

Her eyes flew open, fully awake now.

Soft puffs of air hit the curve of her neck. His arm encircled her, keeping them flush, back to chest, waist to abdomen, hips to—

Oh.

Caitlin shifted slightly and instead of helping, she was now intimately acquainted with what she guessed was not his belt buckle.

The breath against her neck faltered as Booker groaned in his sleep.

Shit, shit, shit…

Well, he definitely didn’t have anything to be shy over. Goddamn.

“Booker,” she whispered, trying to rouse him without any drama. “Booker?”

“Mhm.” He pressed his lips to her shoulder, clearly still in dreamland.

Caitlin shuddered at the contact. It felt better than she wanted to admit.

“Jack, wake up.”

His arm flexed around her waist, and for a brief moment she felt dainty, small, safe.

“Jack… Jack,” she urged, refusing to acknowledge how she responded to every shift against her. “Booker.”

He snuffled at her neck, lifting his head a fraction. “Wha-huh?”

One… Two…

“Oh shit.” He released her like he’d been electrocuted. “Cae, I’m—”

He rolled away, almost falling off the bed.

“It’s okay,” she said, throat tight. “Honest.”

“I never… I didn’t…” He cleared his throat. “I must’ve been dreamin’ or…”

She tilted her head to see him in the grey stormy light. “It’s fine, Booker. I’m not offended.” She laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. “Would’ve been offended if you hadn’t had a… situation.”

Booker’s embarrassment was palpable.

“Felt that, huh?”

“Now I know why you’re such a smug jerk,” she teased. “Packing quite the hammer there.”

He groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Damn twin bed.”

She giggled, watching him turn four shades of pink.

Then she remembered how they’d even managed to be that close, and…

“Hey,” she said, sobering. “Last night…”

His gaze shifted, locking with hers. “Yeah.”

It was all he had to say really.

“Thank you,” she said, reaching for his wrist. “I couldn’t—”

“Shh, it’s alright,” he said, taking her hand and squeezing gently. “You’d do the same for me.”

He was right. She would do anything for him.

Not friends.

More than that.

More than words.

***

The rain came down in sheets, flooding the yard and tearing leaves from branches.

They’d never be able to travel in this weather.

Caitlin dug her nails into her thigh as she stared out at the foreboding storm clouds.

Trapped. They were trapped.

The day dragged on, no matter how many chores she helped Constance and the girls with. Eventually she spent a half an hour playing dollies with Mary until Jeremiah deemed the game too noisy.

Control. Micromanaging. Constant disapproval.

Caitlin offered the young girl a smile and whispered an invitation to color instead.

The sons asked Booker to help them clean the supply of weapons, and he agreed, nodding to Caitlin as he left.

She told herself he was still within ear shot. She was still safe.

But Jeremiah’s gaze was heavy, and hot with disdain.

He was reaching his own boiling point, for reasons unknown to everyone.

Caitlin knew the signs. He was fidgety. Annoyed with anything and everything. Breakfast was too hot, lunch was too cold. Sounds of joy from anyone were silenced by a harsh word and glare.

For a moment, Caitlin felt 14 again, balling up her fists and wishing he’d just explode already. Come after her, get it over with. She could take it. She’d been hit worse.

Their packs were stocked with stuff she’d managed to pilfer while no one was looking—fresh drinking water for 2 days, bread, a jar of peanut butter, cured meat, bullets for Booker’s rifle. She’d snuck them down in the morning and hid them outside, just below the porch stairs out of the rain.

The pocket knife Booker gave her was still in her sock, a weighty reminder than should worst come to worst, she’d shed some blood of her own.

Caitlin joined Constance in the kitchen, helping to prepare supper. They chatted about family, life before Geeks had stolen their daily routines and the world had begun to crumble.

Constance laughed at a joke Caitlin made and something slammed behind them, making them both jump.

It was a Bible Jeremiah dropped on the table.

“Lotsa racket in here for two women,” he snapped.

Constance shrunk in his presence. “We were just talkin’.”

“Maybe cookin’ would go faster if y’all weren’t jawbonein’ huh?”

The woman’s hands trembled, and Caitlin took a step closer to her.

Jeremiah watched her, eyes dark.

“I think I want green beans with my supper,” he said to Constance. “You run down and get a couple cans, alright.”

It wasn’t a request.

Constance did as she was told, leaving Jeremiah and Caitlin alone.

So this was it. This was how it began.

For the first time since they’d taken refuge, she felt calm. Bones turned to steel. Like staring down the center of a storm.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinkin’ extra hard about somethin’…” He lumbered forward. “About how you just don’t fit…”

She planted her feet, squaring off with him. He noticed.

“You’re nothin’ but a liar,” he whispered harshly. “A deceiver.”

Booker… Where was Booker?

“Proverbs 13:5, ‘The righteous hate what is false, but the wicked make themselves a stench and bring shame on themselves.’” He angled toward her, sneering. “And I can smell you, girl.”

Her pulse thundered in her ears. Her legs shook.

Run, run, run…

“I knew what you were the second you walked into this house,” he continued. “Nothing but a Jezebel.” His gaze fell to her breasts. “Sent to drag good men away from God’s grace.”

He crowded into her space, blocking her in.

“Seen plenty of you in my day,” he said, glare raking over her body. “All women like you… given a sinful form crafted by the devil to become stumbling blocks for your brothers.”

“Is that how you see your daughters too?”

The question flew from her mouth, vitriol dripping from every word.

“You little cunt, I’ll—” He grabbed her by the arm, almost hauling her off her feet, and she screamed.

Reaching behind her, she grabbed the nearest thing she could grab—a cutting board—and swung it at his face. It caught him in the temple, blood bursting across his left eye.

“BOOKER!” She screamed, fighting his hold.

She swung the board again, hitting him in the jaw that time.

“Stupid bitch!”

“JACK!”

Heavy footsteps clamored up the stairs from the cellar and around the corner.

The hammer of a pistol clicked.

“Let her go or I’ll blow your brains across this kitchen.”

Booker’s voice was even, calm… like he was giving someone directions, not threatening a man’s life.

It made the statement bone chilling.

He’d put a bullet in Jeremiah and not even blink.

The other man released her, and Caitlin slumped against the counter, dropping the cutting board with a thud.

Jeremiah attempted to laugh. It was grisly, bloodstained teeth flashing.

“It was a misunderstandin’,” he said. “She’s a nervous creature, I just spooked her is all.”

“Like hell,” she spat, tripping over herself to get away from him. “He grabbed me, threatened me—”

“Threatened? Nah, honey, I didn’t… I swear, I was just reaching for—”

Booker pressed the barrel of the revolver against Jeremiah’s forehead. “Did you touch her, yes or no.”

The family had started to fill the kitchen, the younger children crying out for their daddy and their mama. The older boys were stone faced, too old to believe any fairy tale their father was spinning.

Jeremiah sputtered, blood and saliva dripping down his chin. “I, well I—She hit me in the face! I had to stop her!”

Booker didn’t take his eyes off the man. “Caitlin?”

“He grabbed my arm.” Was about to do worse. It was unspoken but Booker knew. Of course, he knew.

The young girl, Mary, started crying.

Booker leaned closer, whispering, “’M not gonna kill ya in front of your kids. They don’t deserve that.”

In one swift arc, he brought the butt of the revolver down on Jeremiah’s temple, sending him to the floor in a heap.

“Go, go Cae,” Booker ordered, already pushing her through the group.

She bolted across the house, slamming through the screen door. She leapt down the porch steps, slipping in the mud but never losing her balance.

“Cae?”

My rifle?

“Left!”

Under the chair, to your left.

Crouching, she grabbed the straps of their packs and yanked them free.

“Jack!”

Catch.

His boots squelched in the mud, but he gained on her in moments.

Caitlin reached behind her, holding her hand out for him. Their fingers danced and latched on.

“Go, go,” he told her, voice muffled by the pouring rain. “Duck.”

The first perimeter line. He’d found where it was tied higher than the rest, enough for them to slip under.

A shotgun blast rang out, and Caitlin screamed.

“Run, go, Caitlin!”

Get out ahead, I’ll cover you.

She grabbed his jacket sleeve and didn’t let go. “C’mon!”

Not without you.

Another shotgun blast and they changed directions. Moving targets in torrential rain had better odds.

Booker slid in a thick patch of muck and Caitlin steadied him, keeping him on his feet.

Together. We run together.

They didn’t stop running until they were miles from the outer perimeter line. Miles from the cabin.

Miles from the landmine that finally went off.

***

The rain had stopped, but that only spurred her on.

She’d been leading their trail for five miles, refusing to even look back at Booker, as if reenacting a Greek myth.

“Ain’t you tired?” Booker asked.

It must’ve been close to midnight, the only light guiding them from the nearly full moon that occasionally cut through the clouds.

“Nope.”

She was too angry to be tired. Too disgusted. Too mortified.

The pit of her stomach felt filled with tar. Boiling, thick, never dissipating.

“Alright, well I am,” he said, slowing his gait. “Meadows…”

She continued walking. If she stopped, she’d have to think. Have to feel.

And if she were honest, she’d probably punch Booker in the face.

“C’mon Cae—”

“I’m not tired.”

“Nah, ‘course you’re not, you’re too pissed at me to be tired.”

That made her stop.

Chest heaving, she turned to face him.

Booker was already sliding his pack off. “G’head. Say it.”

Rage burned up her throat like acid. “I told you. I told you!” She stomped forward. “I knew something was wrong with him. I told you I knew, and you laughed me off. You called me ‘darlin’ and pretended to listen when really you didn’t give a shit.”

She expected him to argue. But he just stood there, hearing her out.

“I gave you my reasons, I told you I had a bad feeling the second we met him, but no, you couldn’t pass up a hot meal and a comfy fucking mattress.”

In the moonlight, Booker planted his hands on his hips and hung his head.

“It took him threatening to rape me and calling me a cunt and grabbing me before you even believed me!”

Every breath she took scraped her windpipe.

“I had nightmares! Straight up PTSD flashbacks from shit I tried to put to rest years ago, all because I was trapped in that goddamn house with that monster!”

She could just barely make out the movement of Booker nodding his head.

“You forced me there, you convinced me to stay, you made me start to doubt myself, and look at what happened!”

Tears fell over her lashes, spilling down her cheeks. Her fury waned into all-encompassing grief. She stood there, soaked completely through, sobbing into her hands.

When she finally caught her breath, she wiped her face and looked up.

“You’re right,” Booker said quietly. “I didn’t see it until it was too late.”

She squinted at him in the dark.

“I made you compromise yourself,” he continued. “Your gut was tellin’ you loud and clear he was dangerous and I didn’t listen. You had insight into a situation I had no clue about, and I ignored it because I was too focused on what I thought was more important.” He took a step closer, and even though she couldn’t see him, she felt his stare on her. “I disregarded your instincts. I gaslighted you. And there is no excuse for it.”

Caitlin was stunned. Bewildered to her core.

“I’m sorry, Caitlin,” he said earnestly. “I will never do that to you again. Ever.”

She opened her mouth to speak when several twigs snapped nearby.

Geeks.

“Booker,” she gasped.

He was already rushing to her, pulling her close.

“I can’t see—”

“Shh shh…” They both held their breath as they listened. “I count five, maybe six.”

“Shit,” she exhaled. The urge to run made her legs wobble.

Booker was quiet as he reached back for the revolver. In the dark he grabbed her hand and forced the weapon into her palm.

“Remember what I told you?”

She nodded. “Pull the hammer back. Aim, fire, don’t get spooked.”

“That’s it,” he said, hand going to the side of her head, stroking once.

“You have your knife?”

She heard him slide a mechanism in his rifle. “Not really wantin’ to get that close to ‘em.”

They turned in sync, back to back.

Her voice quaked as she asked, “What if the gun fire brings more?”

“Guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Blindly, she reached behind her, fingers grazing his back. “Booker.”

“’S’alright, I’m right here.”

The first Geek stumbled forward, backlit by the moon.

“Steady now, follow the target a little and—”

She fired the revolver, clipping the Geek in the shoulder. It slowed him only a moment.

“Jack…”

“Try again.”

A second Geek emerged from the brush and Booker took aim. One shot and the creature was down.

She fired a second shot and by some miracle, it hit between the eyes. The Geek fell to the ground.

“That’s it, Meadows.”

Booker aimed at the third groaner. Headshot.

Scanning in the dark, she forced herself to take deep breaths.

A fourth burst out from behind the trees, moaning grotesquely as it lunged.

Follow the target. Aim. Fire.

The walking corpse was turned into a lump of dead flesh once more.

Behind her she heard the struggle.

A Geek had blitz attacked Booker, but he’d managed to swing his rifle to block it. The thing had a hold of the gun though and was reaching for Booker’s face.

All doubt leached from her body.

Caitlin lifted her revolver, lined up her shot, and pulled the trigger.

The Geek’s head blew apart like a rotten watermelon and it crumpled to the ground.

“You good?” She asked.

“Hell yeah,” he replied, grin audible.

There were seven in total—the last one was older and slower than the others and showed up a minute after they dispatched the sixth.

Caitlin took it out with barely a thought.

Yanking his pack over his shoulder, Booker chuckled. “Good to know you’ll still save my ass even if you’re pissed at me.”

She pushed the hammer back to where it needed to be for safe carrying and handed it to him.

“Not that mad anymore.”

Booker’s fingers brushed hers as he took the gun back. “Told ya you didn’t have it in ya.”

Rolling her eyes, she started walking. “Jackass.”

***

“Meadows?”

Booker’s voice roused her from a restless sleep.

They’d found a dilapidated barn in the night and curled up under what was left of the roof to rest. She didn’t remember falling asleep, but her head jerked up from his shoulder as he spoke her name again.

“Hey, you awake?”

She nodded, rubbing her eyes. “Yeah, I’m up. What…”

“Here,” he said, handing her something. His revolver.

“What’s going on?”

The grey morning light hinted at the time—five am if she had to guess.

Booker shifted away, and she felt the loss of warmth immediately.

“I need you to listen, ‘kay?”

Caitlin blinked, stomach clenching. “Jack?”

His expression was grave. “I reloaded that for you,” he said, gesturing to the gun. “If I’m not back in two hours, you head out okay?”

She shook her head, understanding escaping her. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m leavin’ my gear. You take it. There’s a map, and more bullets—”

“Booker.”

“You head west and find an interstate, okay? Stay off it if y’can—”

“Jack, I’m not—”

“Don’t wait. Two hours, that’s it.”

“What are you doing?”

Booker cupped the side of her head, stroking her still damp hair. “I meant what I said last night.”

His thumb rubbed against her temple in deliberate swipes.

I hope this isn’t goodbye.

But if it is…

Survive. Survive for me.

Caitlin blinked again, disbelieving.

And then Booker was up and out of their makeshift shelter.

“Jack…” Her voice broke, not reaching full volume.

He was already gone.

***

Grey dawn turned into a pink and gold sunrise, and then the world was lit once again.

Damage from the storm was evident in the fallen trees and strewn branches. The field they were in was overgrown and it didn’t even look like Geeks had stumbled through lately.

She was alone.

Two hours… He told her two hours.

If her estimate was right, she had thirty more minutes.

Half an hour left in a world with Booker. Half an hour to prepare for a world, for a survival without him.

Linear relationships didn’t exist anymore—not in this broken world.

It wasn’t about how long people knew each other, how many days crossed off on a calendar… It was about experiences.

How often did they lend a helping hand? How many Geeks did they fight off at the other’s side? How many times did Death cross their paths, only to turn left instead of right?

A week and a half of survival in zombie country equated to months of relationship building.

Caitlin didn’t know if she’d weather the loss.

Didn’t know if she wanted to.

The revolver felt like a hundred-pound weight in her palm.

Distantly she heard an engine, and for a moment she forgot where she was. A car engine was normal for the world before. Expected.

But in a field? With no one around?

The sound grew louder, and her heart leapt into her throat, all sorts of menacing explanations rushing through her mind.

Pushing onto her feet, she slung her pack over her shoulder and grabbed Booker’s, ready to bolt.

Then…

“I think that was my personal best!”

Her mouth fell open. “Booker??”

Emerging from the barn, she squinted in the bright morning light.

There he was, climbing down out of a canvas topped Jeep Wrangler and opening up the back-passenger door.

She dropped their stuff in a heap, too stunned and weak to hold it all.

“Whatcha think?” He called, grinning at her as if he hadn’t said a silent, heartbreaking goodbye hours ago. “I know she’s not the prettiest thing t’look at, but she’ll get us around.”

Caitlin just stared.

“Four-wheel drive, traction control. Plenty of storage space. And we can fold these seats back and—”

“Booker!”

He halted, turning towards her.

Words… So many words clawed up her throat. She wanted to scream at him for scaring her like that, for making her think about a world without him, for keeping this to himself, for…

She dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Booker’s grin was brighter than the sun.

“It’s perfect,” she told him, nearly tripping over to the Jeep. “Oh my God.”

She kept laughing as she inspected the inside. It was cleaner than she anticipated.

“Where did you find this?”

“Target parkin’ lot.” He leaned on the door frame. “Managed to slip inside and gather up some grub if you’re hungry.”

She smiled up at him, and then paused. “Wait… There weren’t any stores on our way out…”

He ducked his head and she knew. He snuck into one of the fenced off townships. The ones crawling with Geeks—whole populations worth.

“Reckless sonuvabitch,” she muttered, shaking her head at him. “Are you serious?”

His fingers tapped a staccato rhythm on the door. “Never gonna be at someone else’s mercy for shelter again,” he said firmly. “I promised y’that.”

So that’s what he’d meant…

Her chest tightened. “You could’ve gotten killed.”

“Could’ve.” He nodded. “Didn’t though.”

The pain and fear of ‘what ifs’ were too much, so she focused on the present. The tangible.

“I hope you syphoned enough gas for this thing.”

He smirked, and a shiver ran up her back.

“Oh yeah, dontchu worry.”

For the first time in four days, she didn’t.

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lindsaygibson · 3 years ago

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Thought I’d share my experience from the cult I went through in 2005-06.

this is the full truth, not alot happened, this is the bulk of it all, the whole year.

July comes around, and I am on a program called TRILLIAN, which is like a multi chat prog, anyway, my yahoo's privacy wasnt up and somehow a religious freak, I use that term loosely, approaches me.. We talk, for a while, he says the right words and BAM, I am won over..his religion is mine, we agreed and I slowly plotted to run away. For good..no turning back, no catching my breath, no cares in the world, for I would be free from my demons and be with Yah'weh and Yah'shua and those who He designed me to be with. Wow, what a path, right? Yes, I thought. :)

His mommy and daddy paid for EVERYTHING. From our train ticket, to this apartment ridded with cockroaches and a matress with dry, decayed blood all over it from a body about a year+ ago. Yes! Somebody died in it during a hot summer day!! How amazing, thank you god! His parents Bought me a bus pass..all that jazz. My knight in shining armour. Chris told us: Gotta start at the bottom, work your way up! So lovely, seeing cockroaches and a man telling me how i'm demonised and that I am his and am to soon have other wives. Oh yes. Many other wives, like the leader, Chris!

Left home, with little packed, havin my son ripped from my arms, and standing there stunned and numb and retarded and "gone" was the start of my exodus. Happened about September. Didn't care if mommy or daddy cared, didnt care if ANYONE gave a shit. GOD gave a shit. CHRIS gave a shit. DEREK gave a shit. So..onwards and upwards we went, from the dirt upwards.

Made it to Ohio ok, with me and derek bickering like 5 or 6 year olds, fuck..can you say ANNOYING. I mean come on! How to you expect a woman, young around twenty something years old, to act when she is TIED DOWN to a man, told she has several demons, has one route in life, is starving to death (all we could eat was kosher and we had verryyyy little money)... twas the beginning of sorrows.. because derek and I became married in a court.. YES, oh how romantic! A fucking COURT in OHIO. MMMHM. Lovely! No ring or NOTHIN. The whole time I wouldnt TOUCH him, go figure right? The man I married, couldn;t have sex with or touch, belittled me in every way, shape or form and yet,....he had a sexual problem.. always having a hardon when we wrestled or played, i paid attention and he hated it and thought it was wrong (this is how far gone they had him)

We stay in ohio for a month n leave for PA on October 31. or Maybe 30. Either way we left. According to chris, derek's mom or something satanic was going to happen that night and we couldnt stay..so, he forced us out of there. We move,. and all hell breaks loose. We were like..fucking kids stuck in a house TOGETHER with a boy who couldnt control his hormones and wanted me super bad (because I was his wife, remember?) and we FOUGHT like CATS AND DOGS. OMG. SHIT HIT THE FAN. We went berzerk. BUT, why is it that I remember the good times there? I dont remember the names, or when I pushed him down or when he pushed me down, I remember the good times. The big room I had, the gas heater in my room during wintertime...the mold growing behind my bed and the great sex we had in december be1cause derek figured he'd had enough and needed to get laid to fix it..that lasted a week, and he wanted Chris and Yahweh back...HMPH.

February comes around, almost saved up enough, thanks to ramen noodle soup n cheap shit we hardly ate at all, mc donalds sometimes..it was ROUGH times. but come March, oooo we were on. Now, Despite the fact that MY ticket ticket was $666 dollars and some cents, I was ok..kinda freaked out, but went along with it.

Flew out to 3 different countries (england, denmark, and norway) before finally being drove (by chris) to Sweden. Oooo, the snow :D pwetty! Anyway, yea..lotsa snow and lotsa giggles watchin derek slip on his ass due to ice.. yeahh great times.

Bout half the time through, it began..the torment.. the shit that I went through, never really spoke about till now.. the mental, emotional torture..all with very little words said.. began slowly, then I felt bad, ugly, evil, disgusting, tormentive, panicky thoughts enter my brain..stuff that you would feel in torture chambers, perhaps, only..this was supposed to be Yahwehs place, a place that was holy. Chris' excuse? "You're letting satan in..run to Yahshua! He will save you!" So..huh? Run?? What??? Huh?? I had huge mental blocks because his advice and his sermons and his "random" words were penetrating my very core..down to the bone..in my sleep, in my dreams. He began his "deliverance" alright, my deliverance from sanity! I was under deep deep hypnosis!!!

Love did NOT reside there, torment and manipulation and magick and evilness did. NO they did not drug me, NO I was not raped.. I was tormented...Look up MIND CONTROL. It is Truth! Trigger words, triggering thoughts and emotions, simple tiiiny little trigger words would ECHO through my mind and soul, shaking me to my very core. I fell and was crushed under it's pressure.

Soon enough, chris declared that satanists were after him and one of his beloved, so what was his proposal unto us?? "Yahweh will protect us, we will all stay in the holiest of holies (his room) and will stay around that area. The most precious will sleep in my room (words twisted of course) and derek and lindsay sleep in the outter areas ;) Soo...me being the little supersticious and scared little girl that they taught me that I was, was BEYOND terrified. I remember the night "they" came and Chris walked into the room, alarmed, and said "oh my god. let's close these blinds! they're staring right through the window!" Now, I was IN that room,..and..they were staring at me?? According to chris, they were trying to use me as a way to attack the group..I was the "weak" one, I was the one without a covering, I was the one who would not trust God enough to be protected. I was the one who was running. Chris taught that they can "spiritually climb, go from place to place" so we must "cut their cord and unholy ties" kinda like the matrix ;) (matter of fact, in one of the chats between derek and chris, they discuss how Jakob was given to me by the matrix o_O)

Chris told me they were in my room, messing around, walking through there, and chris said he stayed up all night, cutting "ungodly ties" and trying to protect his children from them "suffocatting and choking them" Mkay. Last satanic attack we had, he wore armour. Yes, special armour, armour that he say Yahweh instructed him to wear. #TRUTH. What's more, for my supersticious head, is we were there on the 6th of june in 2006. 6/6/06. Whatever Mkay. I won't go into alll the details that happened when I was there because they are still horrific...I fear them, still, not those who ran it and the maze, but the memories and what was behind all that shit that happened.. the energies, the fear, the torture, all of that..

AAAALLL OF THIS HAPPENED APPROX FIFTEEN YEARS AGO... hard to believe my son didn't get involved and that this being that some people says doesn't exist stepped in and said NO to many decisions made! He's amazing and loving!

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all of the asks for the identity ones!!!!

I love you dear anon! Here we go!

If someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to? Read: The Duff and Acheron, Watch: Buffy and Charmed, Listen: To my entire ipod because you don’t really know me until you know my music.

Have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who? I don’t think I have….

List your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with. Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Willow (I am also a spazzy gay redhead). Charmed: Phoebe or Piper. Dark Hunter series (Sherrilyn Kenyon): Bride and Tory (one because Bride is a fellow chubby anxious girl who taught me that I’m worthy of love and that I am beautiful regardless of my size and Tory because she taught me that I can always be strong as long as a I believe in myself, fight for what I want, and have a couple of good friends at my back). The DUFF: Bianca (I just really feel for her and I understand her mind and I really resonate with her). There’s way more but I don’t feel like going on

Do you like your name? Is there another name you think would fit you better? Well I love Zeta, ever since I started going by it in real life I’ve felt much more like myself. I didn’t my birth name or anything, it just didn’t fit me anymore.

Do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? Do you identify yourself by the things you do? I mean I create art so I call myself an artist, I sing so I call myself a singer, I write so I call myself a writer, so yeah in that sense I do identify myself but what I do.

Are you religious/spiritual? Not really I guess. I mean I used to be a Christian, and then I was agnostic, and then I was an atheist and now honestly I don’t really care. I believe in an afterlife and spirits and magic and that kinda stuff so take that as you will.

Do you care about your ethnicity? Dude I’m 50 shades of white so tbh not really, honestly as much as I’m proud in a way of being Dutch and Danish and Scottish it doesn’t really effect my life, I’m mostly just a Canadian.

What musical artists have you most felt connected to over your lifetime? So many. Avril Lavigne, Gretchen Wilson, Shawn Mendes, Metallica, R5, there’s a lot.

Are you an artist? Definitely! I love to draw and I love to color stuff and sometimes I do watercolors and I like spray paint and I make stuff out of clay and I do a lot of little comics.

Do you have a creed? Don’t be an asshole to anyone unless they were an asshole first, in which case destroy them.

Describe your ideal day. Park date with my boys and then movie/tv show marathon with triad cuddling on couch and then falling asleep in comfy pjs. There’s also buttermilk cookies and lotsa ice tea and so many mushy things said.

Dog person or cat person? Both and also a tarantula person and a yizard (lizard) person

Inside or outdoors? Depends on how I’m feeling and where I’m gonna be. Like a day down at the river? Fuck yeah let’s go outside. Day inside cuddling with my boys? I’m never leaving that spot until forced to.

Are you a musician? Well I can sing pretty well (First soprano, I can make your ears bleed and sound like a creepy little girl in a horror movie if I want to) and I’m working on learning the guitar and the ukulele so yeah I’m a musician.

Five most influential books over your lifetime. Wicked Lovely-Melissa Marr, Acheron-Sherrilyn Kenyon, The Duff-Kody Keplinger, Night Play-Sherrilyn Kenyon, Maximum Ride-James Patterson.

If you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same? Probably not, a lot of who I am is based around my anxiety and my family and the way I’ve lived my whole life.

Would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”? Probably yeah, although I’m much more awkward and loud in real life and I talk a lot more I think.

What’s your patronus? Fruit Bat or a dragon (the pottermore test can bite me)

Which Harry Potter house would you be in? Or are you a muggle? Slytherpuff but I’d rather live in the Slytherin dorm tbh….and silver and green look really good on me…..and I hate yellow

Would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else? Dark Hunter world for the magic badassery and shapeshifting or Hogwarts because I just wanna be a fucking wizard dammit.

Do you love easily? Not really….I like easily and sometimes I trust too easily but I don’t think I love easy (except when I met one of my two boyfriends and two seconds after meeting him my brain went “yeah that one, that’s yours, that’s your heart right there.” and then left me suffer for three years while I pretended that I didn’t love him, like I pretended so hard that I convinced myself I didn’t and then I yelled it at him in a library because I’m a dumbass)

List the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order. 1)Daydreaming elaborate scenarios usually with fictional characters. 2)Missing my boys/craving cuddles 3)Re-watching shows/movies/youtube videos that I’ve already seen because I like them so much. 4)Being gross and mushy with my boys, usually via text. 5)Planning out what I wanna write and thinking about writing and then not writing.

How often would you want to see your family every year? Most of them, honestly like once is good and only if it’s for my Great Grandma or there’s really good food. For my family that I actually like, I could see them every day and it would be fine.

Have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone? Meet my boyfriend Jesse, less than a month after meeting each other we were finishing each others sentences and saying things at the same time and admitting to thinking the exact same things. Like we kicked ass at the one word story game in drama (you each say a word back and forth to create a story) because we knew exactly what the other was going to say before they said it so our stories were awesome and actually made some kind of sense usually. The mind meld still exists to this day by the way, we freak people out with it a lot.

Could you live as a hermit? I basically live as hermit now….although I need internet and my phone to talk to my nerds….and I need my nerds…so I guess not

How would you describe your gender/sexuality? Genderfluid polyamorous panromantic demisexual. I don’t like picking just one of anything. Why would I have one gender when I can have like four, one of which is no gender at all and another of which is a weird mix of masculine and feminine at the same time? Why have one boyfriend when I can have two and be stupidly happy with them both? Why only be attracted to one gender when I can be attracted to them all? Why never feel sexual attraction or always feel sexual attraction when I can do both depending on how I feel?

Do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”? Sometimes yeah, other times not so much. Disphoria doesn’t hit me as hard now that I’ve cut my hair short but it still gets me sometimes and it makes me hate my body. Bright side is that my general body image stuff is getting way better and I’m way happier in the body that I’m in lately and the more new stuff I figure out about my clothes and my hair and my makeup the more my body represents how I feel inside. Shapeshifting powers would be better but I’m doing the best with what I got.

On a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin? Depends on the person and whether you mean like the negative way or the positive way. For instance for my boys it’s either a 0 or a 2, it was super easy. For some random asshole on the street? It’s like a 10, it’s not gonna happen.

Three songs that you connect with right now. 1) Head Over Feet-Allanis Morisette, 2) Fearless- Taylor Swift, 3) Safety Pin- 5SOS

Pick one of your favorite quotes. Not really a quote but a lyric “What a beautiful mess I’m in”

Thank you again dear anon, this was really fun!

Feel free to send me more asks! Ask meme related or otherwise!

~ZZ

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Every Episode Sin Tally + More!

Now that we've sinned all 223 episodes and a movie, it's time to look back. By that I mean, we're looking at the sin tallies for all the episodes and seeing which has the most/least, and other stuff. I've been holding on to these, adding each eps sin tally as I covered them. Even had the ones for Seasons 1-3 up on Deviant Art, so let's look at them overall.

(Note I mentioned sin reductions for some seasons, and don't for others. Didn't feel like it until later and didn't want to go back to older ones to check)

SEASON 1:

Rollercoaster: 45

Lawn Gnome Beach Party of Terror: 37

Flop Starz: 41

The Fast and the Phineas: 25

Lights, Candace, Action: 33

Raging Bully: 24

Candace Loses her Head: 23

I, Brobot: 23

Run Away Runway: 22

The Magnificent Few: 21

S’Winter: 23

Jerk De Solliei: 17

Are you my Mummy: 22

Ready for the Betty’s: 29

I Scream You Scream: 22

Toy to the World: 24

Get that Bigfoot out of my face: 25

It’s a Mud Mud Mud Mud World: 25

Mom’s Birthday: 22

Journey to the Center of Candace: 31

It’s About Time: 85

Dude, We’re Getting the band Back Together: 43

Tree to Get Ready: 23

The Ballad of Badbeard: 21

Greece Lightning: 18

Leave the Busting to us: 17

Crack that Whip: 15

The Best Lazy day Ever: 22

Boyfriend from 27,000 BC: 14 (26 with Noddy’s sins)

Voyage to the Bottom of Buford: 18

A Hard Day’s Knight: 25

Traffic Cam Caper: 20

Bowl R Rama Drama: 17

Got Game: 17

Comet Kermillian: 19

Put that Putter Away: 17

Does this duckbill make me look fat: 28

The Flying Fishmonger: 21

One Good Scare ought to do it: 36

The Monster of Phineas N Ferbstein: 35

Oil on Candace: 26

Out of Toon; 21

Hail Doofania: 20

Out to Launch: 49

Phineas and Ferb Get Busted: 38

Unfair Science Fair: 17

Unfair Science Fair Redux (Another Story): 19

SEASON 2:

The Lake Nose Monster: 25

Interview With a Platypus: 13

Tip of the Day: 21

Attack of the 50ft sister: 20

Backyard Aquarium: 19

Day of the living Gelatin: 14

Elementary, my Dear Stacy: 21

Don’t Even Blink:17

Chez Platypus: 19

Perry lays an Egg: 19

Gaming the System: 17

The Chronicles of Meap: 41

Thaddeus and Thor: 24

De Plane, De Plane: 19

Let’s Take a Quiz: 22

At the Car Wash: 17

Oh, there You Are Perry: 19

Swiss Family Phineas: 16

Hide and Seek: 21

That Sinking Feeling: 19

The Baljeetles: 18

Vanessery Roughness: 19

No More Bunny Business: 15

Spa Day: 14

Phineas and Ferb’s Quantum Boogaloo: 40

Phineas and Ferb Musical Cliptastic Countdown: 29

Bubble Boys: 14

Isabella and the Temple of Sap: 19

Cheer up Candace: 26

Fireside Girls Jamboree: 16

The Bully Code: 18

Finding Mary McGuffin: 13

Picture This: 20

Nerdy Dancin: 15

What do it do: 21

Atlantis: 17

Phineas and Ferb Christmas Vacation: 50

Just Passing Through: 14

Candace’s Big Day: 15

I was a Middle Aged Robot: 16

Suddenly Suzy: 14

Undercover Carl: 18

Hip Hip Parade: 17

Invasion of the Ferb Snatchers: 18

Ain’t No Kiddie Ride: 14

Not Phineas and Ferb: 20

Phineas and Ferb Busters: 15

The Lizard Whisperer: 13

Robot Rodeo: 16

The Beak: 38

She’s The Mayor: 18

The Lemonade Stand: 18

Phineas and Ferb Hawaiian Vacation: 39

Summer Belongs to You: 83

Nerds of a Feather: 50

Wizard of Odd: 46

We Call it Maze: 22

Ladies and Gentlemen, Meet Max Modem: 19

The Secret of Success: 32

The Doof Side of the Moon: 33

Split Personality: 25

Brain Drain: 23

Rollercoaster the Musical: 72/118

Make Play: 24

Candace Gets Busted: 29 SEASON 3:

THE GREAT INDOORS: 22

CANDEREMY: 21

RUN CANDACE RUN: 20

LAST TRAIN TO BUSTVILLE: 17 (1 sin removed)

PHINEAS' BIRTHDAY CLIP O RAMA: 217 (41 without bonus round, 1 sin removed)

BELLY OF THE BEAST: 16

MOON FARM: 27

ASK A FOOLISH QUESTION: 20 (1 sin removed)

MISPERVICED MONOTRME: 19

CANDANCE DISCONNECTED: 31 (1 sin Removed)

MAGIC CARPET RIDE: 26 (1 sin Removed)

BAD HAIR DAY: 20 (1 sin removed)

MEATLOAF SURPRISE: 15 (1 Sin removed)

PHINEAS AND FERB INTERUPPTED: 19 (1 sin removed)

A REAL BOY: 16 (1 sin removed)

MOMMY CAN YOU HEAR ME: 20

ROAD TRIP: 20

( ACROSS THE 2ND DIMENSION: 126 (7 sins removed) )

TOUR DE FERB: 24 (1 sin removed)

SKIDDLEY WIFFERS: 24 (1 Sin removed)

MY FAIR GOALIE: 36 (3 sins removed)

PERRY THE ACTORPUS: 25 (2 sins removed)

BULLSEYE: 24 (1 sin removed)

THAT'S THE SPIRIT: 24 (1 sin removed)

CURSE OF CANDACE: 34 (1 sin removed)

ESCAPE FROM PHINEAS TOWER: 21 (One Sin Removed)

REMAINS OF THE PLATYPUS: 26 (One sin removed)

FERB LATIN: 23

LOTSA LATKES: 18 (2 sins removed)

A PHINEAS AND FERB FAMILY CHRISTMAS: 20 (1 Sin Removed)

TRI STONE AREA; 43 (One Sin Removed)

DOOF DYNASTY:28 (One sin Removed)

EXCALIFERB: 42 (1 Sin removed)

PHINEAS AND FERB AND THE TEMPLE OF JUTCHADOON: 26 (one sin removed)

AGENT DOOF: 26 (One Si removed)

MONSTER FROM THE ID: 23

GI-ANT: 24

MOM'S IN THE HOUSE: 21

MINOR MONOGRAM; 22

Excaliferb: 42

DELIVERY OF DESTINY; 19

LET'S BOUNCE: 20

QUITEST DAY EVER: 24

Bully Bromance Break Up: 20

DOONKLEBERY: 28

BUFORD CONFIDENTIAL: 28

MEAPLESS IN SEATTLE: 38

MOM ATTRACTOR: 15 (1 Sin removed)

CRAINUS MAXIMUS: 23 (1 Sin removed)

WHAT A CROC: 1 (one sin removed, started at 0

FERB TV: 36

SIPPY WITH THE ENEMY: 22

TRI STATE TREASURE: 27 (one sin removed)

DOOFAPUS?: 23

NORM UNLEASHED: 18 (2 sins removed)

WHERE'S PERRY PART 1: 38

WHERE'S PERRY PART 2: 39

WHEN WORLDS COLIDE: 25 (One Sin Removed)

ROAD TO DANVILE: 23 (One sin Removed)

THIS IS YOUR BACKSTORY: 26

WHAT'D I MISS: 25

BLACKOUT: 20

SEASON 4:

Fly on the Wall: 29

My Sweet Ride: 17 (One Sin removed)

For Your Ice Only: 20

Happy New Year: 20

Bully Bust: 15

Backyard Hodge Podge:18 (One Sin removed)

Der Kinderlumper: 17 (One sin removed)

Just Desserts: 18

Bee Day: 33 (20 without bonus round)

Bee Story: 23

Sidetracked: 41

Knot My Problem: 15 (one sin reduction)

Mind Share: 20 (1 sin reduction)

Primal Perry: 26

La-Candace-Cabra: 16 (1 Sin Reduction)

Happy Birthday Isabella: 26

Great Balls of Water: 25 (1 Sin reduction)

Where's Pinky: 21 (1 Sin Reduction)

Cliptastic Countdown 2: 42 (2 Sin Reductions)

Mission Marvel: 64

Thanks But No Thanks: 25 (one sin removed)

Troy Story: 23 (One Sin Reduction)

Love at First Byte: 20 (One Sin removed)

One Good Turn: 25

Cheers For Fears: 25

Just Our Luck: 29 (2 sins removed)

Return Policy: 30 (One Sin Removed)

Imperfect Storm: 36 (One Sin Removed)

Save Summer: 98

Steampunx; 35 (1 Sin Removed)

It's No Picnic: 37 (One Sin Removed)

Terrrying Tri State Trilogy of Terror: 58

Drusselsteinoween: 41 (2 sin reductions)

Face Your Fear: 38 (1 Sin reduction)

Klimaploon Ultimatium: 55

Doof 101: 39 (1 sin reduction)

Father's Day: 25

Operation Crumb Cake: 28

Mandace: 28

Tales from the Resistance: 40

Return of the Rouge Rabbit:24 (One sin reduction)

Live and Let Drive:25 (One sin reduction)

Lost in Danville: 36

The Inator Method: 20 (One Sin Reduction)

Night of the Living Pharmacists: 132

Phineas and Ferb Star Wars: 147

Act Your Age: 69 (

Last Day of Summer: 123

OWCA Files: 98 (2 sin reductions)

Okay, now let’s really look at this data.

OVERALL WIN TALLIES:

Mom's Birthday: 30

Dude, We're Getting the band Back Together: 51

Phineas and Ferb Get Busted: 51

Summer Belongs to You: 88

Nerds of a Feather: 61

Phineas' Birthday Clip O Rama: 41

A Real Boy: 30

Ferb TV: 24

Minor Monogram: 15

Delivery of Destiny: 15

Bully Bromance Breakup:

Meapless in Seattlle: 27

Sipping With The Enemy: 16

Where's Perry Part 1: 31

Where's Perry Part 2: 27

Where's Perry Overall: 58

This is Your Backstory: 19

Sidetracked: 25

Primal Perry; 23

Happy Birthday, Isabella: 16

Mission Marvel: 52

One Good Turn: 17

Cheers For Fears: 24

Save Summer: 69

Terrifying Tri State Trilogy of Terror: 38

Father's Day: 24

Tales from the ResitNCE: 36

Lost in Danville: 30

Night of the Living Pharmacists: 81

Star Wars: 88

Act Your Age: 47

Last Day of Summer: 99

LOWEST WIN TALLY: Minor Monogram/Delivery of Destiny: 15

HIGHEST WIN TALLY: Last Day of Summer (99)

LOWEST OVERALL SIN TALLY: Interview with a platypus/finding Mary McGuffin/The Lizard Whisper (13)

TOP 5 HIGHEST SEASON 1 SIN TALLIES:

5. Flop Stars (41)

4. Dude, We’re Getting the Band Back Together (43)

3. Rollercoaster (45)

2. Out to Launch (49)

1. It’s About Time (85)

TOP 5 HIGHEST SEASON 2 SIN TALLIES:

5. The Chronicles of Meap (41)

5. Wizard of Odd (46)

3. Christmas Vacation/Nerds of a Feather (50)

2. Summer Belongs to You (83)

1. Rollercoaster the musical (118, 72 without bonus rounds, making it 3rd place)

TOP 5 HIGHEST SEASON 3 SINS TALLYS:

(7. Meapless in Seattle: 38

(6.WHERE'S PERRY PART 1: 38)

5. WHERE'S PERRY PART 2: 39

4, Excaliferb:42

3,Tri Stone Area: 43

2, Where's Perry Overall: 77

1, Phineas' Birthday Clip O Rama: 217 (41 without bonus round, putting it at 5)

(If AT2d Counted: It would 2 with Clip o Rama Bounds round, and without it easily number one as it has 126 sins)

HIGHEST SEASON 4 SIN TALLIES:

5.Act Your Age: 69

4.Save Summer/OWCA Files: 98

3.Last Day of Summer: 123

2.Night of the Living Pharmacists: 132

1.Phineas and Ferb Star Wars: 147

OVERALL TOP 5 HIGHEST SIN TALLIES: (WITHOUT BONUS ROUNDS TO MAKE IT FAIR):

5. It's About Time: 85

4. Save Summer/OWCA Files: 98

3. Last Day of Summer: 123

2. Night of the Living Pharmacists: 132

1. Phineas and Ferb Star Wars: 147

(If at2d counted, it'd 3, as again, it had 126 Sins)

Well, there you go. It's weird how Season 4 more or less dominates the top 5, as do the specials as only one was not one. That wouldn't be odd if Mission Marvel and SBTY were not the odd ones out there, not mention both parts of Where's Perry together.

. I think I just got “better” at this given how many 30 plus sin tallies for 11 minute eps we got in Season 4. I've always done these in about the same way but whatever, I've given up trying to make sense of how these turn out. So there you go, all the sin tallies. Have fun with all this data. At some point I may post stuff reeated to this, looking at my top 20 to see how many sins my faves tend to get (for one, the 3 highest counts go to my top 3 of Season 4). Maybe someday.

We're still not quite done yet though. Tune in soon (hopefully over the weekend or so) for something very special, as a very fitting way to really end this. See you them.

(Also, you can go to any sin s post via this: https://pafsins2.tumblr.com/post/152327238870/reintroduction-official-sins-post-index )

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