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highonchocolate · 4 years ago

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Take Two: The Guardian in Gotham Chapter 10

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Walking down the hallway, Jason felt his suspicion grow as he recalled the conversation he just had with Marinette. She had been fidgeting while answering his questions, repeated ‘homework’ several times, and given him way too much information when he had asked. All trademark signs of a liar. But why would she lie about having homework? As he mulled over the possibilities, he made his way down to the kitchen where Damian and Tim were (unsurprisingly) arguing. Alfred (surprisingly) was absent, probably doing something in another room.

Jason thanked whatever power was up there for the small mercy. He didn’t think he could deal with the Alfred Disappointed Stare No. 5 (Trademark and Patent pending) today.

“Hey Demon Brat, Timbers, how’d ya like to do some recon on Pixie?” He called out, enjoying how they both immediately stopped arguing to turn and fix him with incredulous (Tim) and disgusted (Damian) looks. “Have you finally lost your mind, Todd?” Damian asked, fixing him with a derisive stare.

“Yeah, why would we spy on Mari?” Tim agreed, a puzzled frown on his face.

“Because she lied to me about doing her homework so that she wouldn’t have to play video games with us.” He responded, regretting it immediately. Only after saying it out loud, did he realize exactly how immature and stupid that sounded.

“Aw, is poor little Jason sad because someone didn’t want to hang out with him?” Tim laughed, tilting his head to the side as if talking to a small child. Next to him, Damian snorted into his cereal, not even bothering to hide his amusement.

“I didn’t mean it like that you little shit, it’s just...suspicious.” He finished lamely, trying to justify his reasoning.

“Besides,” he continued, “if you don’t, I’ll tell Alfred about that time you mixed Mountain Dew and two energy drinks into a large coffee with five shots of espresso just so that you could stay awake long enough to spite B.”

“Drake you imbecile!” Damian shouted, turning to glare at Tim. “How could you be so vulnerable as to allow him to discover your secrets?!”

Tim just looked at him in horror, eyes wide in shock. “You wouldn’t.” He gasped.

“Try me fucker!” Jason shot back triumphantly, knowing he’d won.

“Fine.” He groaned, dropping his head onto the table with a thunk.

“As for you, Gremlin, if you don’t help I’ll show everyone the picture of you wearing your Nightwing pajamas and sleeping with that Batman plushie from three years ago.”

Damian turned his glare from Tim to Jason, the heat of a thousand hells burning in his furious gaze. “How dare you bring that up, Todd!” He snarled, seething with rage. “I will break your shins and use them to cut out your lying tongue!”

Jason simply rolled his eyes, too used to the threats to be bothered.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, brat. Can you just hurry the fuck up?”

Damian’s glare somehow managed to intensify, but he still got up off his stool and stomped reluctantly over to him. Tim took his time finishing the rest of his coffee before flipping him off out of spite, and then walking over to them as well.

“Alright, so how are we doing this?” He questioned, looking expectantly at Jason.

“I don’t know, Timbers, you’re the genius. You tell us what you think you should do.” He drawled.

Tim glared at him, but refused to respond, brain already whirring as it came up with solutions. “Well vents are definitely out of the question, but I think there might be some secret passages in the manor we can use. We’ll have to look at the blueprints.” He sighed. “Remind me why I'm doing this again?”

“Because, Drake, he has blackmail.” Damian scoffed, still scowling at Jason.

“Yeah well in case you haven’t noticed, I have dirt on you too, kid.” Jason responded, rolling his eyes.

“And anyway, Drake.” Damian continued, steadfastly ignoring his words. “Your idea is unreasonably complicated. We are dealing with a civilian, and she is incapacitated, so there is no need for you to devise such an intricate plan.”

“Damn, Demon, you’re making it sound like we’re planning on murdering her after we already tortured her and cut off a limb or some shit. She just has an ankle boot, calm the fuck down.”

“Damian, you do have a point. Her room has a balcony, so if one of us can distract her long enough the other can climb up there and plant a bug in her room. But we’ll have to take it out after we make sure she’s not doing anything suspicious. We can’t just invade her privacy like that.” Tim conceded, contemplating the merit of the younger’s suggestion.

“You say that like we haven’t already hacked her fucking phone and listened to her calls.” Jason snarked back. “But yeah, we should take it back after we check.”

“Alright let us begin, you fools. I have no desire to be under your power any longer than I have to, Todd.”

Tim went to his room to grab one of the listening devices he had stashed there, while Damian and Jason fought over who was going to be the bait.

“I can’t do it, I already fucking talked to her today, so it’d be suspicious!”

“Well me and Dupain-Cheng are merely acquaintances at best, and besides, I clearly have the more superior skill when it comes to stealth.”

“You little shit! I can totally be stealthy!”

“The volume at which you are shouting begs to differ.”

“Oh shut the fuck u-”

“Enough!” Tim shouted, having heard their raised voices even before he had rounded the corner. “I’ll be the distraction, Damian’s the ninja, Jason you just listen to the feed since you’re so suspicious of Marinette.”

“Fine.” Jason grumbled.

“That is an adequate arrangement, Drake.” Damian aquesied, looking as though it physically pained him to make such a statement.

“Whatever.” Tim rolled his eyes, already heading up to Marinette’s room. Damian slipped off in another direction, presumably to make the two-story climb to her balcony, and Jason sat down and opened up the laptop to connect to the live feed from Tim’s listening device.

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Tim knocked on Marinette’s door and waited. He heard what sounded like a crash, a thud, and a muffled curse. “You can come in!” She called out, sounded flustered and out of breath.

He opened the door cautiously and stepped in. Her desk chair was lying on the floor and some notebooks were spread out on the ground nearby. It looked as though she had fallen out of her chair when she heard his knock. But why would she be so startled?

She was looking at him expectantly, and he remembered he was supposed to be distracting her.

“Oh hey Marinette, I remember you saying last month that you liked to design,” he began, flashing her a faux-hesitant smile.

“Um yeah, I do like designing. Why?” She questioned, looking at him strangely.

Time to tone up the acting.

“Well, I know it’s already the beginning of October, but I was wondering if you could help me make a couples Halloween costume?” He asked, giving her a sheepish look, and infusing the barest undertone of hope into his voice.

At the mention of costumes, she immediately perked up, looking a bit more invested in what he was saying.

“Sure! Who’s it for, though?”

Tim facepalmed mentally, forgetting that she had only been with them for two months, and hadn’t met Kon yet.

“Oh, it’s for me and my boyfriend, Conner.” He laughed, “I guess it never really came up, but yeah, I’m bisexual and cassgender.”

Marinette smiled blindingly up at him. “So what did you have in mind for your costume?”

At that, Tim stalled. It wouldn’t exactly hurt to have matching costumes for Halloween, would it? He did have a few ideas, but he didn’t know if Kon would like them.

He must’ve voiced his thoughts out loud, because Marinette just grinned and said “How about you talk to your boyfriend and see what he has to say about matching costumes, and then I can design something for you?”

Internally, Tim began panicking. Why was he becoming so invested in this bullshit excuse? It’s not like he was actually going to dress up for Halloween. His plans were to eat chocolate covered espresso beans, watch shitty movies with Kon, and then go on patrol until 3 AM and write reports until he passed out from eventual sleep deprivation. Fuck Jason and his stupid suspicions. Now I have to actually put effort into my appearance. Isn’t putting on a suit for meetings at WE enough in the dress up department? Ugh.

But all he said was a quick “Sure! I’ll ask him what he thinks, and let you know.” Before turning and walking back down the hallway. I hope Damian had enough time to put the bug in there. He thought as he plopped down next to Jason on the couch.

Less than a minute later, Damian was there, a triumphant smirk on his face as he settled in next to them to listen. There was a quiet crackle of static as the mic synched up, and then they were able to hear everything that was going on.

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After Tim left, Marinette closed the door with a sigh. “Why me?” She sighed, looking over at her fallen desk chair and the scattered notes spread out across her floor. With a grunt, she picked it up and pushed it back over to her desk before bending down and collecting the scattered papers. Walk/hobbling back to her seat, she collapsed into her chair with a groan before turning back to the evil worksheet sitting innocently on her desk. “Fuck math. Who in the world decided we needed to study freaking triangles to pass highschool?!”

With another sigh, she picked up her pencil and went back to working.

Not even five minutes later, she slammed her palm down on the table and stood up, cursing creatively in Mandarin.

“Stupid fucking bitch ass piece of shit! Does it look like I care if sine squared plus cosine squared equals one?! Does it look like I need to leard this stupid shit to become a fashion designer?! Newsflash I don’t, so why the hell do I have to study this absolutely confusing stuff!”

She shouted, glaring furiously at the question she had just come across. “I really, really, really hate math sometimes.” She said, switching back to English.

Pulling out her phone, she clicked on something before raising it to her ear with an exhausted sob/groan.

“Hey Buginette, how’s Gotham?” The familiar voice of her best friend/brother greeted her.

“Adrieeeen.” She whined in French. “Help meeeee.”

“Is it Math again?” He laughed, sensing her problem.

“Stop laughing!” She pouted. “It's really hard and I can’t call Max because Max hates me, actually everyone hates me, and now I want to cry, but I don’t have time to cry properly, so can you please just help?” Her eyes began to burn, and she swallowed around the tightness in her chest. “Ignore that. Just...remind me how to do this again?”

“We are coming back to this,” Adrien informed her sternly, “But I’ll let it go for now. So what you want to do is…”

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Tim shut the laptop lid and glared at Jason reproachfully. “You happy now, Jay? She wasn’t being suspicious, she was actually doing her homework. And now we heard her have a small breakdown over math, and then another one over how her friends hate her. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take that bug back, and go do my work.” And with that he stalked off.

“Tt. Your concerns were unfounded, Todd.” Damian scowled, also getting up. “I am going to feed BatCow.��

Before Jason could reply, he had left, disappearing to go play with his pets.

Slumping back on the couch cushions, Jason let out an aggravated sigh and ran a rough hand through his hair. There was something strange about Marinette, and whatever it was, he was going to figure it out.

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sadselfhelp · 4 years ago

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Who I Am, And Why I Created This Blog.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Mental Illness, Self-Harm, Child Abuse, Domestic Abuse, Violence, Drug Overdose, Suicide, Psychotic Breaks.

Take a walk with me, let me show you around the mind of The Sad Hatter.

There's a lot going on in my head right now, and I feel like I'm on the precipice of something. I'm standing on a cliff's edge and I'm either going to plummet or I'm going to fly. It's been building inside me for a long time, and I can't contain it anymore. So here it is, here's me laid bare, because I need to say this, I need to put it into words. I need to purge it all. To try and make sense of all of this shit in my brain, I think it's time I organize it. I don't know where to begin, but I guess I start at the beginning and make use of the ability to edit.

Before you read this, please be aware of the trigger warnings. And please understand that this is the most honest and open I have been, I really am stripped bare in this piece of writing. It’s not at all pretty, and am I not guiltless in parts. This may well alter whatever opinion you have of me.

I guess the beginning is birth, right? But I don't want to rehash all that trauma, so let me speed through it. Twenty-Eight years ago I was born, violently. I'm serious, I ripped my way out of the womb, and tore that thing apart. I guess I can sort of understand why my mother couldn't love me after that was my first act, collapsing her womb. So let me speedrun this part of the story. Mum didn't want me, gave me to my dad who raised me as a single parent with the help of his parents, until he met my stepmother. Shockingly, she didn't want me either, but because she couldn't get rid of me she decided to physical and psychological torture was the next best thing.

When I was eleven years old I snapped and didn't want to put up with it anymore, so I wrote a goodbye note and then snuck into the medicine cabinet and took a bunch of pills. Spoiler alert, I didn't die. I did however end up in a children's home, cue more abuse, little bit of bullying and sexual assault etc.... I snapped again, but instead of turning my anger inwards, I became an absolute bastard. Ok, I still turned it inwards a bit, I had a lot of anger, and now I have a few hundred scars to prove it. But, it turns out that violence can beget violence, and I acted out in every possible way. Racked up a horrifying rap sheet, assault, vandalism, arson, and finally... GBH. I was supposed to get put in a secure unit (child prison – Scottish Edition) but I was always able to talk myself out of trouble.

See, I was this tiny little white girl with big sad eyes and a hell of a sob story, even at the bottom of the food chain I still had privilege. So instead of getting locked up, I just got sent to a different home. And here's the really messed up part, this home was better. The staff were nicer, and nobody hurt me. My behavior literally changed overnight. I went from being charged by the police on a weekly basis, to never getting so much as a pocket money sanction. I will never excuse my actions, nor condone them, but after years of guilt I finally realized that the bad things I did were in retaliation to a bad situation, and though I wasn’t acting like a good person, I’m not a bad person, just a messed up one.

I still refused to go to school though, because though I didn't yet know it at the time, I had severe social anxiety. I was smart, a little too smart to be honest, and I found myself thriving with a private tutor. When the time came to sit my exams, someone fucked up, and despite having record breaking test scores on the pre-exams, I never actually got to sit my standard grades (think SAT's – Scottish Edition). I'm still bitter about that. So by this point in the story, I'm 16, and legally an adult, too old for a children's home. I got turfed to a hostel, and the next few parts of the story are pretty fuzzy to me.

This is where my mental health really started to deteriorate. I bounced between homeless hostels and B&B's for a year or so, until I got a my first flat/apartment. By that point, I was utterly fucked in the head. I was blacking out frequently, for anywhere between a couple of minutes to three days. I would come back to myself in sometimes compromising positions, and once there was blood. A lot of blood, splashed all over the walls. Then there was the time I suddenly found myself standing in the kitchen, about to plunge a knife into my own chest.

Nobody ever did tell me what the hell that was about. Or maybe they did and I just... forgot? But because I was extremely suicidal, a doctor finally decided to do something, and the police and the paramedics came to my door to take me to the psychiatric hospital. I spent ten months there while I cycled through various anti-psychotics and anti-depressants, and was 'rehabilitated into society'. The second I was out, I made the worst decision I have ever made in my life. If I can give you one piece of advice, one lesson to take from my shitshow of a life, it's this: Don't move hundreds of miles away to be with the guy you met online while you were having a psychotic break.

I've never really thought of myself as a victim, but I guess I'm the only one who saw it that way. Ben, that was his name, Ben was a monster, and I didn't know it until it was too late. He never hit me, never lifted a hand to me, he never had to. He could put a knife in my hand and make me hurt myself for his entertainment. I had told him everything, so he knew exactly how to break me down, how to make me want to bleed. He locked me in a house and used me up. And when I had enough, and tried to break free of him, he would just tell the police I was mentally ill and they would smile sympathetically and give me back to him.

But then my dad had a breakdown. My dad, who when he found out what my stepmother was doing to me, buried his head in the sand and packed my little suitcase for me. I hadn't spoken to him in a while until he reached out from the same psychiatric ward I had not long vacated. He had cracked under the realization that I had never lied about her, and the guilt broke him apart. I could have hated him, if it had happened a few years earlier then I would have. But I had experienced enough of the world to learn a few things, like how easily it is to fuck up, and that no matter how strong you are, you aren't immune to monsters. The truth was he was as much a victim of her evil as I was. She had manipulated him, played with his head, used his insecurities against him. So I helped him through his issues, the way I wished someone had helped me. That doesn't really make me a good person, it just makes me human.

But my dad got better, and found his footing. And when he did, he realized something wasn't right with me, and I told him the truth about Ben. My dad had left me to suffer at the hands of an abuser once before, and he wasn't going to allow it to happen again. He came and got me, and he took me home. He moved me in with him, gave me his bed and slept on the couch. After a couple of months, he helped me get my own place.

And that's the happy ending, right? All the trauma was over, I was safe, that's where the story should end. Right? I bet you're not naive enough to believe that, but I sure as hell was. I thought I would recover and that everything would be ok. I thought that with safety, there would come the chance to heal. I thought my wounds would scab over, and I would have my scars but at least I would be able to move without bleeding out. But that's not how trauma works. I had two decades worth of trauma, abuse, and hell.

I just... faded. I didn't crack, I didn't crumble, I didn't break, I just stopped. For five years I sat in one room of my home, drowning inside myself. Last year I got handed a lifeline, and now I live somewhere better. I'm not really allowed to live independently so I actually live in kind of retirement village of all places. I have my own house, but it's got intercoms and emergency cords everywhere, I get checked on daily by on on-site worker. And I'm trying to get better, I really am. It's just not that easy.

There's more to the whole story that I maybe should have put in, like the fact that my mother was a drug addict when she was pregnant with me, and that may have been the reason some of my organs didn't properly form and/or formed wrong. My lung split in half when I was a baby, and parts of my stomach are missing. Or that my mother is full on batshit insane. I could have had a perfect childhood and I still would have been mentally ill. Hell, I was seeing psychologists at five years old. Take my sketchy genetics, add twenty years of severe traumas, and well... I'm a little fucked up. Because a lot of medical conditions use acronyms, my full list of diagnosis looks like I'm collecting the fucking alphabet.

I have Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD), Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), and Agoraphobia. I also have a Pulmonary Sequestration, Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia, the stomach and lung issues. Immune Hemolytic Anemia, I'm basically allergic to my own blood. Plus, ya know, my liver recently decided to just fucking nope out, the pissy lil bitch is failing. I also may or may not have cancer, I don't know because I pussied out of the tests. At this point I am a walking, decaying corpse that is held together by glitter glue and bitterness.

So... why exactly am I writing this? And why am I even considering posting this? I mean, my problems aren't as bad as some other people's. We've all got shit to deal with, especially in 2020. The whole world is falling apart, so what right do I have to sit here pouting and pouring my problems out? Well, for a start, I guess this is my blog, I can post whatever, and it's up to everyone else if they read it.

So here it is, you have the backstory, so here's what it's all been leading up to.

I'm struggling. Like, really struggling. I'm stuck on this cliff, and I want off, any way I can. Whether I fall or fly, I just want free. I can't live like this anymore, because I can't breathe.

The fucking agonizing duality of being socially anxious and too easily overstimulated, and yet feeling fucking empty inside if you're not surrounded by action and noise. The world is too noisy for my brain, but my brain is too noisy for the world. I get antsy if I'm not doing at least a thousand different tasks, but I get overwhelmed if I try to do anything at all. It leads to short bursts of mania, followed by weeks of depression. But underneath all of that, under all the dramatic showboating, and the dark humor, under all the bravado... I'm really just sad.

Years ago, when I first came up with the moniker "The Sad Hatter", I said it was because I may be mad, but my madness was born of sadness. I'm just sad. I carry it with me where my heart should be. So I named myself Sad, and I put on the hat, and I wore my sadness like armor, turned it into an act, and made a spectacle of it. "I'm The Sad Hatter, and I'm mentally ill but that's alright, I'm going to be just fine!" I told you all I had my issues, and I'll come close to opening up about how bad those issues are, I'll give little chunks of information at intermittent intervals, and then two hours later I'll act like it never happened. I'll admit I was close to killing myself, and then two days later I'll post dog photo's and act like I'm all better.

I'm writing this because I'm sad. And tomorrow, I'll act like I'm not. But when I waver again, I'll come back here and I'll open up again. And along the way, maybe you're reading this and realizing you aren't alone in feeling overwhelmed. Maybe you're realizing you're not the only one who isn't healing neatly and in a timely manner. Maybe you're reading this and gaining some insight into the struggles someone you care about is facing. Maybe my opening up is can help somebody else, I really hope so, but I know it's helping one person. It's helping me.

This blog, it's about living with myself. It's about living with The Sad Hatter.

#trigger warnings #mental health #anxiety #borderline personality disorder #adhd #domestic abuse #child abuse #self harm #violence #just all the trigger warnings

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transsexualhamlet · 4 years ago

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the many sins of tokyo ghoul :re

or: 13 reasons why :re is fucking terrible not clickbait

Disclaimer: I think no matter how long this post gets I’m missing something, so let’s just outline the worst ones. And I mean to be transparent, the only reason I actually read :re was so I could make this post... (and bc i wanted to see the what, five panels of hide) Well, I couldn’t stand hating it without evidence beyond hearsay and General Vibes. But I knew it was gonna be bad, I knew it was going to ruin me jesus christ. Obviously I’m not hating on people that like it, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with genuinely enjoying it (I do genuinely enjoy parts of it, and by parts i mean chapters 1-50 with exceptions and 75) I think it’s wonderful if you can derive joy from it (lmao) but I can say that through my lens in life, there’s so much fucking wrong with this goddamn fucking piece of shit manga and I feel the need to yell about it because i am ✨autism✨ so let’s get going (this is r e a l l y long just a warning)

tl;dr Ishida stay in your fucking lane

1. Transphobia and Homophobia:

alright here we are first off with the big one and if I had to choose, one of Ishida’s greatest sins here. It’s quite unusual in mangas like these to have any sort of representation for such things in and of itself, and yeah of course that annoys me, but having no represntation at all is like so much better than getting actively harmful representation. Most manga that aren’t specifically about those things shy away from those topics, and it’s tiring but it’s normal. You wouldn’t want a mangaka to try to write about something like that without experience or informed opinions. So I say if you can’t write something correct, just don’t write something like that in at all. Ishida clearly,,, does not get this.

And it’s not just the case of Mutsuki, who, well, gets it bad enough, there are three full fucking trans characters Ishida made like, just to shit on.

Big Madame- god, made like that specifically to perpetuate the predatory trans woman trope jesus christ is Ishida friends with JK fuckface Rowling. Ah yes the ugly, human trafficking, predatory, pedophilic killer that tried to make their male child more feminine? Has a dick. Really? Could you be a single bit more transparent about your fucking agenda here? I really don’t have to say much here.

Kanae von Fuckwald- Technically Ishida says here that basically this bitch was just like??? Pretending to be a guy for years just to what?? I don’t even know?? Get together with Tsukiyama? Cause he’s fucking gay or something? I don’t even get it but like i read this post yesterday and that’s a whole ass thermian argument. It’s like “oh well this is fine because well this person’s not actually trans and therefore the representation thing doesn’t apply”... it’s useless. You created the character that way and you made it intentionally to for whatever way promote this idea that people would “pretend” to be a different gender and that eventually they’ll realize that it’s a “lie” and they never really wanted it. This is what you’re saying about the real people who are,,, actually trans? Jesus christ. Also thinking that a twink like that would be trans? God yeah trans guys can be feminine but buddy that’s clearly not what you’re going for here.

And of course, Mutsuki- There’s just... so much wrong here. I mean like. Before we even get into anything about his character and what they did to him let me just discuss his entire design. Buddy like if you had to choose one person in that show to be trans that’s the least likely one. Ah yes, the feminine one. With the androgynous haircut and the shy disposition and the physical weakness compared to the others. God that’s like, a fujoshi’s take on ao3 of what character should be trans. As much as yeah of course, trans guys can be feminine, they are in no way obligated to be such and you shouldn’t make them more so to be more “believably” so. Ask any actual trans person ever. A character like that is just perpetuating the notion of trans guys being inherently more feminine or trying to pretend to be otherwise.ThEn, of course, there’s the ridiculous sexualization, infantilization and fetishization of this character, going through a thousand plot hurdles to make him constantly stripped, put in girls clothing, chased by perverts, assaulted, ET FUCKING CETERA. Give him a fUCKING BREAK. Creating this character the way he’s portrayed in canon (including so called backstory of murdering parents because of sexual and physical abuse) is perpetuating a notion that someone would be a trans guy because of internalized misogyny and/or trauma instead of because they’re just... a guy. It’s just it’s just it’s just Really bad. Plus taking his character, demonizing him and making him like, supposedly love haise (which i Really hate for a thousand reasons, god that’s like, a parent and child type relationship they have there not romantic,,, god,,,) try to like fucking murder touka and stop seeing sense, and then just... return him to being infantalized. God. Jesus christ fucking goddamn it I love Mutsuki and he deserves better.

Oh yeah and then the homophobia, this one’s smaller because... most of the trans people are here to go “it’s gay... wait it’s not Really gay so it’s ok” but I would like to leave a small note here for all the gay characters who got thrown under the bus not just in re but in the original, like, you know, Nico and shit? I really do not know shit about Nico but all the things about Jason? God if I had a thing for one person that you shouldn’t try to portray as representation it’s Jason. IDK what’s up with him and Naki but god it wasn’t healthy. (i’d like to say here that i love naki and i think naki deserves the world but honey there are better heroes than yamori) Anyway yeah I think that’s also bullshit and Ishida should stay in his fucking lane. (or her i guess, i just feel like it’s probably a guy bc of just... so much sexism)

Ok, now that we have the big one out of the way-

2. The mishandling of portrayals of various mental illnesses:

I’m not an expert on this one like I can say about the gays TM but just like in general, the whole manga’s very messy and portrays a lot of gritty stuff, and Ishida clearly attempts to throw in some mental illness for fun, but god fUcking damn it they’re bad. I couldn’t really even give you examples bc it’s pretty widespread and i’m stupid, but it was really like trump throwing paper towels “and you get a demonization, and you get an infantalization, and you get a butchered character, and you get a fetishization-”

3. Ishida having no fucking clue how science works

This particular factoid led me to have a very hard time reading this manga because it went from being about like, yknow, torture and fights and crying and stuff to weird experimentation bullshit and mutated whatever and everyone’s a hybrid now I guess. When I heard this thing about the quinxes, I thought that made no sense, because I was like “yeah but wait,,, how tf does that work didn’t Ishida say earlier that kagune literally were fueled by human meat isn’t that like the entire point the ccg is against?” and then Ishida’s explanation of how they’re not just exactly like Kaneki is that “oh yeah well there’s like, metal around it, so it’s different.” OH YEAH OK THAT MAKES PERFECT SENSE NOW, THANKS.

The thing is... there’s no way of actually regulating that. You couldn’t move a kagune unless it was attached to your cells, and if it’s attached man, it’s attached and it’s part of you. Also yelling “frame two” won’t like make it any bigger lmao, either you’re gonna have it based on theoretical science in this universe or you’re going to have a dumb supernatural magic pokemon fight deal. The whole thing makes no sense. The science issue isn’t just about this either, it’s also about how the entire thing basically undermines the point of the whole story. When you blur the lines between human and ghoul with little to no real rules or basis in real science, every rule kind of just becomes cheap plot convenience.

So the Quinxes can eat human food unless they use their kagune too much, alright, but Kaneki couldn’t eat human food before he’d even ever used his though the only difference between their bodies was this,,, theoretical metal thing?? And Haise... was never really covered, before he went black hair emo bastard and like vored Eto, did he eat human food like the rest of the CCG? He certainly cooked it. And the squad that lived with him wasn’t aware he was a ghoul until he pulled out the kagune. So I’d assume so, but then how could he have a kagune, how could he survive when his body still was like that?

Is it the RC suppressents? Then couldn’t he just have taken those and lived as a human the entire time? Is that all he fucking needed, is that the only difference between human and ghoul? It doesn’t make sense and the rules are bent so much they don’t function anymore. Ishida like write down your rules somewhere even if they’re bullshit, they shouldn’t contradict each other.

Damn man I’m not even going to go into the dumbass rules of the half humans or the special fast aging thing or the fucking,,, folded up cells deal,,, or the Imagination Kagune, or the fucking,,, Dragon, or the zombie ghoul apocalypse or the “whole new species made of just kagune” i don’t even have the time it is fucking ridiculous and I can’t even with it. Physics. Laws of physics. If not biology, at least follow physics Ishida??? Please???? And if you’re not you need to do that consistently??

4. character glow ups actually being character glow downs

(with the exception of nishiki, he baby now, and akira, i think her development was valid af)

God, this one gets me every time. Touka was cool. Touka was fucking badass, she had a complex character with many motivations and wants, and in the original having her eventually kind of soften bc of Kaneki is valid. But taking her and turning her into like literally nothing but Pretty Housewife Yearning For Husband At War? God, kill me. She’s a strong person. She can like Kaneki without the guy being her only character trait. Also uh, Touka and Kaneki being a couple was valid before this change, now I honestly can’t stomach it. Like they were the kind of “both bisexual” m/f couple that we stan. No longer I guess.

She’s the most egregious example, but I’d also like to point out Juuzou, not everything they changed about him is bad, honestly we fucking stan his knife legs, but he’s kind of like a rip off L now? You got rid of his ~unhinged~, we do not stan. I’m on the fence about him bc i think that kind of is a valid transition to adulthood and I guess he’s grown up, but again, why change his fucking hair color? What is the explanation for this?

Also Hinami. I mean, I don’t really care about her a lot in general, but it’s weird to see her as like an adult when Ayato emo boy looks like exactly the fucking same and they’re like,,, supposedly the same age.

There are definitely more I’m missing here. Honestly, Hide was valid. God him with his fucking burlap sack. With a fucking lenny face on it. I can’t with him. That’s so Hide. But there were some bad ones.

5. one hair color change was my limit, enough said

black white black and white black white more white god bitch get some variety

6. Showing me great new characters and then promptly ruining them

And you can tell this one’s about quinx squad, my favorite bastard children. God, I love them. They’re the only good things about Re other than Hide and Haise and like everything else, Ishida took them and went “what if i *guts*” god why. I love these kids with all my heart. Why. Why. Why did you do that to Mutsuki. Why as soon as Haise isn’t in the room they all get themselves tangled up with pedos. Why they gotta break up the squad. Why make all of them lose all the wholesomeness and lessons they learned from Haise. Why do you ruin them all with weird unreciprocated random crushes on each other when they’re like basically siblings. Why fuckinG KILL SHIRAZU HE IS THE APPOINTED CHIEF DUMBASS OF THE SQUAD WHY HIM. WHY. WITH SO LITTLE IMPACT. YOU COULD FUCKING MISS IT SO EASILY. THAT’S NOT RIGHT. AND KANEKI JUST FUCKING ABANDONS THEM BC HE HAS HIS MEMORIES AGAIN N O ? NO ACTUALLY NO.

7. the casual racism and sexism :)

i just :) can you stop having girls constantly bring themselves down for being female :) and making them be oversexualized, less full characters :) always in some way connected to a guy :) more weak and hurt more often :) my fucking god :) also yeah it’s way less prevalent but there were a few racist caricatures thrown in there for taste if you don’t know how to draw lips just don’t

8. Ishida being too much of a pissbaby for a real death scene

Basically: undermining the impact of “deaths” fom the first series while also randomly and badly killing off new characters. Oh that character that died in the original in a really cinematic way that made you cry and think about the meaning of life and how beautifully tragic this story was? Oh lol they’re not Actually dead. (x10) Doing that with Hide (at least in the manga, not the anime, god root A really did it with him but we’re not talking about that) was valid, seeing as I love him your honor and in the manga one of the lessons that his character hinges on was like in chapter 75 to live on instead of giving up even if it hurts and all that... (this is obviously kind of the opposite from root A where his character was like more about sacrificing for kaneki since kaneki had already done so much, i think both are valid but we’re Talking About The Manga) he was done well. That was right (even though i think they should have done More of it) but there were so many characters this kind of thing was done to without the proper adjustment in the handling of the messages given here.

Like with Koma and Irimi, who,,, honestly should have stayed dead because their entire character arc kinda ended there and showed how they were sorry for their actions and this was how they were making it up. And then they just like... come back. And fight more. Really? This wasn’t the only instance either, same deal with Shinohara (though him coming back made me cry) it like, kind of undermines it if you’re going to have Juuzou derive his character development from that. Either Juuzou gets to keep his unhinged and his dad, or he loses his dad for real and he also grows up. God guys choose. What’s the message you’re playing here. (at least they kept Yoshimura dead, his death made me cry and I would have stabbed something if it wasn’t real, probably Ishida.) And even with Kaneki himself, god, if he can’t die from being stabbed straight through the fucking eye, what COULD kill him? It really diminishes the anxiety you feel about “omg is this person gonna die i want them to be ok” if they basically evade the laws of physics and their own previous character arcs 70 times. I’m definitely forgetting more of the same, Ishida can’t write a good death, he needed the anime writers to do it for him.

9. Kaneki. Just. Kaneki.

God they fucking butchered this man. I could go on about his character is weird and confusing in the manga from the beginning, but we’re focusing on mostly all his weird :re character development, the bad handling of Haise and his memories, and all his iterations.

Before I read :re, what I could glean from fanart and the occasional fic that wasn’t tagged properly was really confusing and kind of a mixed bag. I knew Haise was Kaneki but without his memories, now in the ccg trying to be a pacifist and going :DDDDD a lot yknow. And what I came up with in my own mind for that change was a deal of (this makes more sense with the anime canon tbh, the manga honestly doesn’t do any of this well) like Kaneki after The Shit Went Down With Hide (whichever canon you’d like to interpret that as) he basically realized that he really couldn’t be a ghoul, he didn’t want to be, he didn’t want to hurt people and he wanted to be happy and make other people happy instead of what he thought was right before (trying to fight to protect others on his own etc) because that mentality had gotten people he loved hurt, and well subconsciously I guess that kind of factored into his development into Haise and maybe caused his memory loss (along with the, yknow, shanked eye.) So when I started to read it that kind of checked out, this is what he’s trying so hard to be now. But then this whole bullshit of the whole other like, 37 different versions of kaneki complicated things.

Haise was scared that when he got his memories back he would cease to be, well, Haise, and he would just like revert back to what he was before everything. Which I can understand him being scared of and I think was a good point in the plot for him to worry about that, but I was like “oh honey don’t worry that’s not how it works” and was kind of vying for him to eventually get his memories back, come to terms with the fact that those were his memories, he did do those things, he was half a ghoul, and maybe come back to his original fight of wanting to bring the humans and ghouls together, still caring about his human people in the ccg and all. That development was real, and it wouldn’t just go away if he got his memories back, he learned a lot and grew a lot and he has a different outlook on life now. Right?

Fucking wrong I guess. Dude gets his memories back (very ambiguously, it was really hard to tell when that even happened tbh) and like. Turns into a flaming ass looking like ebony darkness dementia raven way. Haise gone. Fucking completely. No trace left. Doesn’t care about his kids anymore. When he’s done with that and goes white again he’s just Kaneki again and there’s really not enough left of things that like, really wouldn’t go away? He loses the flair? The dumbass? The :D? The Extra? WHY? Why would those things go away? Haise shouldn’t have been right that he would disappear when he got back his memories. That killed me. I love Kaneki and all but H a i s e. He is my b o y. H i m. With his e n e r g y s h o r t s. And his m o m. And his c o o k i n g. And his k i d s, I l o v e him. And Ishida doesn’t seem to realize that they’re... literally the same person. Haise isn’t just some stupid bastard occupying Kaneki’s body, he’s a valid part of Kaneki himself and to be honest, peak Kaneki. Should have stayed that way. Would have been great for Hide tbh. Not just having him pretty much revert to his old self, but basically respond equally to both names and balance the world between human and ghoul. I would have loved that. What happened for real? It doesn’t make sense and it breaks my heart.

Some people on the interwebz try to kind of even that whole deal out by trying to say he like, has DID, which although is obviously a valid thing, like, so does not apply to him. God I’m like so not an expert on this but I feel like it’s not that hard to tell. His 87 little Kanekis in his head aren’t separate personas, they’re metaphorical representations of his past morals, experiences, and ideologies that all conflict. Again Haise here is peak conflict because when he gets his memories back, he has all these different conflicting ideas that were all previously separate. They’re all him. Tortured Kaneki constantly yelling at him in Jason’s chamber is basically again, a metaphor for how he’s denying his ghoulhood and the trauma that he’s been dealt. It’s not that this dude still exists just the way he is ready to show up at any moment lmao. Ishida kind of dealt with that badly too because Haise really said

after his memories happened so I can see why people might, but it’s... not right, and it’s Ishida’s fault about that which is Incorrect

Also just blanket statement, black reaper Kaneki? Fuck him and all he stands for. 0% valid. I can excuse literally every other version of him. But wh y. God he leaves the room and Urie starts misusing his power and getting groomed by a pedo, Saiko is just, left behind and sad, Mutsuki gets captured by a perv and mentally destroyed again, Shirazu dies and the bitch is like like “lol it’s your fault” yeah helpful, die

10. P- the- the porn chapter-

Idk about you but that was so fucking unecessary??? Not even going off of how terribly awkward and weird it was to have it there when the opening was “i’m sad about my best friend who’s gonna get executed what do you do when you’re sad about your best friend” “i simply do not think of him or i might actually just curl up and die” “yo lmao same” “wanna fuck” Like ok um I’m biased bc i’m not straight but I like, really hated that. Even just flipping through the pages as fast as I could to get to the end of it like. God. It’s not a fucking hentai. I’m here for the plot. If you’re not gonna release the director’s cut of kaneki fucking voring hide, i don’t think i need to see 20 pages of straight fucking sex. And if you absolutely must have porn, kaneki is a fucking bottom. That man gets pegged do not try to prove otherwise. You started it out that way god I love how they’re like “oh god wait that looks kind of gay, the woman being dominant, better stop that right now” god Ishida not having a single iota of knowlege about his own characters aND THEN SHE GETS PREGNANT? NO. Excuse me. No. I just. I. Why. This isn’t. A fucking porno. This isn’t tentacle porn i swear oh my god kill me

11. Giving the wrong characters attention

Basically, redeeming characters that should have been redeemed and not going into/discussing characters that should have been redeemed/had more backstory. For example, Tsukiyama can go fucking die. I like, do not even care rich boy. I don’t understand how anyone could think he needed to be redeemed he’s just a gay attention whore who really needs to let this kid get on with his merry fucking life. I don’t care. I literally did not need to read three whole books about his dumbass hangup over eating Kaneki. Kaneki doesn’t fucking want you bitch move on. He didn’t need to be redeemed or seen to be in any way sympathetic, no one wanted it. Same with that bitch ass Furuta, he wasn’t really redeemed but he was given w a y too much time to play out his sob story. God man Rize doesn’t fucking want you. These gross ass simps. I swear.

On the other hand, I kind of liked Eto even though she’s a pile of shit, and I got mad when they didn’t really go into much about her. And you know who could have gotten much more screen time/development? TOUKA. God, I love her and she was just sitting around in the background being straight. Let her have some spicy development. Also obviously, Hide. He was... so underappreciated and underexplained? What happened with him? He didn’t just pick himself off the ground in the sewers and go ‘well i’d better get back to the ccg now’ we have a whole two years which are completely unexplained, most of which he was off mysteriously being involved in things but completely missing the eye of Haise and other major players. Where tf was he? How did he get around? What was he even doing??? I wanna know about that! Not all the characters I hate’s tragic backstories that make me feel 0% more sympathetic towards them :)

12. ARE WE ALL JUST GONNA COLLECTIVELY IGNORE THE WHOLE VORE THING???

Ok like i know i say “the entire reason I read :re was __” but like to be honest this was the turning point, I saw pictures of hide’s vore face and went like

So I was like “god fucking damn it ok, Ishida would you care to explain this to me” *cracks open re*

And then they DIDN’T.

Like. It’s actually laughable how much that entire situation was just glossed over. They gave that maybe like two pages. Like what. I. This manga has more sex scene than no homoing that. They just don’t even bother to. I feel like Ishida had that as a plot point but realized halfway in how it looked (i.e., really fucking gay) and decided that was something that he was just gonna, not deal with. Just act like that’s a completely normal heterosexual bro thing to do. Like of course anywhere would be pretty gay but Kaneki chose his face. His face. Like his face and his wholeass neck and his shoulders and nowhere else. (and assumedly like, his tongue, seeing as how the dude can’t talk... bruh) Dude really said extreme hickey. French kiss to the max. Ishida clearly did realize that generally, you can only get a bitten off face by,,, having your face bitten off, which is just inherently really fucking gay. Like, I’m just at a loss as to how it even makes sense. You wouldn’t think that the skin off his face, and specifically around his mouth, would really be the most nutritious thing to consume? I can get like the shoulders but generally you’d think something like his arm or leg would be 1.less inconvenient, and 2.much more logical and nutritious? But NO, Kaneki was like “you know what i’m gonna do? eat your Face” and hide’s like “lmao sounds cool”

(not to mention, wasn’t there another guy with a vore face somewhere? like that old guy in the ccg with the bigass turtleneck, i wanna know about him) But like... my bro Ishida went “yeah this happened but i’m going to cover it up with speech bubbles and the ends of panels guys they clearly had their socks on” Dude didn’t even TRY to explain otherwise. Like hey man, that’s pretty damn gay, you are kind of at liberty to either tell me why otherwise, or accept those implications and acknowledge them?? It’s really hilarious when you ignore it cause it’s like

kind of

pretty damn

WEAK of you to leave it at that fucking pissbaby

hmmmmmmmmm however could this happen i guess we’ll never know

13. What the fuck was even the plot omg

God I’ve been writing this post for like five hours so like, I’ll keep it short but like it made sense in the original, not to be like an anime fan but the anime made fucking sense (not re i mean like the original) this lore is so fucking stupid god, the horrors of the entire fucking dragon arc bleach my eyes, unresolved plotlines who???? (the whole ‘oh yeah also ur dying of old age’ thing etc, is kaneki like??? still doing that?? or was that randomly resolved with the whole spewing ovary bullshit i’m going to fucking kill myself) and to top it off, good job Ishida at a real fucking cheap ending.

You gave them. Fake human. Really? They just come up with artificial human at the end. Kind of undermines the entire fucking story my guy. Ah yes throw out our whole plot. That was the whole tragedy. You gotta eat human. The ghouls have to eat human and that’s tragic bc they have to kill people or whatever. Or i guess they fucking don’t well fucking ok. God you could have just had them negotiate a kind of peace where the ghouls can get dead humans and such, there are plenty of them and no one has to kill anyone then, there could be a rule system for it, it would be messy but eventually everyone would be ok with it, and I think that would work a lot better than “quick fix i made some hamburger helper human you can eat it fine” guys wtf. It’s like Ishida started plotting out the ending for re approximately 2 hours before his deadline. Anyway yes I hate re and I love yelling about it thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #essay post #god just fucking kill me #rowan's hyperfixation essays

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iamanartichoke · 4 years ago

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What do you think Loki would think of Kilgrave (from the tv series)? Would Loki be immune to his powers? How could Loki cheat and defeat Kilgrave?

This question has been sitting in my ask box (among others - sorry, anon :/) for probably a couple of months and I think about answering it at least once a week and I haven’t answered it yet bc I have no idea how to express how flaily I am at the idea of Loki encountering Kilgrave (believe it or not, I never thought about it before! Loki teaming up with Jessica, yes, but not crossing paths with Kilgrave.).

I also don’t know how to answer this lmfao, I have no idea.

Well, I have a lot of ideas, but how accurate and/or in-character they are remains to be seen. .

Idk, buckle up.

Under the cut bc it’s super long and I’m sure only like three people care about this.

What do you think Loki would think of Kilgrave (from the tv series)?

I don’t know if there’s a word that would encompass what Loki would feel toward Kilgrave. I think that there’s a number of things he would think, none of them particularly flattering. I think that the most succinct way to put it would be that Loki would think Kilgrave - basic, is the only thing I can think of. A basic bitch.

I say that for a number of reasons and it’s not that I think Loki would think Kilgrave isn’t a threat. Kilgrave is evil. Kilgrave is irredeemable evil; there’s no redemption arc, no coming back from the things he’s done. He doesn’t want to come back from the things he’s done.

It isn’t just that he mind controls people, and it isn’t just that he kills people. It’s the way he feels (or doesn’t feel) about it.

Kilgrave could be a sociopath. (I don’t know enough about the diagnostic criteria to say that he definitely is, and on tumblr dot com, I feel like I need to disclaim that right off the bat. I’m not armchair diagnosing here.) There’s no empathy in him, no remorse for any of his actions, no inclination to do the right thing. It’s the exact opposite: Kilgrave’s particular brand of villainy is rooted in this purely sadistic need for power over others - quite literally.

He doesn’t just want his victims to hurt or kill themselves. He wants them to do it as painfully as possible. He wants them to suffer, and he wants them to keep on suffering even after he’s no longer there to enjoy it.

An example: Kilgrave uses his powers to hustle a ton of money in a poker game, and one of the players confronted him. Kilgrave told him to “see how long it takes to put your head through that post,” and the poor guy goes over and is just slamming his head repeatedly into the post, long after Kilgrave leaves. This is a particularly horrifying aspect of Kilgrave’s ability: the person isn’t freed from the mind-control after Kilgrave is no longer there, and it’s not the kind of mind-control that can be broken with “a really hard hit to the head.” The victims physically and mentally cannot stop doing what he told them to do, either until the thing is complete, or they literally die trying.

It’s brutal and perverse. But it’s significant to note that Kilgrave doesn’t hurt/kill everyone he mind controls. Whether or not he decides to make someone suffer seems to depend on 1) how useful they can be to him, and 2) whether he feels like it or not. There’s little rhyme or reason. He will mind control someone to give him their cell phone, mind control a second person to throw a cup of scalding coffee in their face, and mind control a third person to cut their own hands off, and all three of these things seem to be the same to him. He doesn’t see making someone cut off their own hands any worse than making someone give up their cell phone. He’s not any more horrified by it, and he doesn’t even think about it long enough to attempt to feel any real remorse.

In this manner, Kilgrave mind controls, torments, kidnaps, rapes, maims, and kills his victims and doesn’t give it a second thought. He forgets them forever once he’s done with them. (What makes Jessica the exception is a whole other meta.) He’s motivated by the feeling that having power and control over other human beings gives him. He’s motivated by feeling invincible, and will do whatever he can to maintain that sense of invincibility.

These things make Kilgrave terrifying as a villain, both to his victims as well as to the audience. What makes him a particularly formidable villain for the series is that Jessica is literally the only one who can stop him. He loses his ability to control her, and she’s strong enough to take him down. She’s the only real threat to him. When one is surrounded by regular human beings who are completely helpless to this brand of mind control, it raises the stakes and frames him as a villain you are going to be scared of. Ymmv, but I mean, I certainly wouldn’t want to cross paths with Kilgrave on the street.

So why is he a basic bitch?

Loki may consider all of these things, and he may further be mildly horrified if he actually saw what Kilgave does to some of his victims (’mildly’ because we don’t know what Loki’s threshold is; who knows what kind of Fucked Up Shit he’s seen by now), and he would conclude that while Kilgrave is certainly a threat in his own, human context, there’s nothing about him that differentiates him from any other would-be villain out there. There’s nothing compelling about him; there’s nothing that sets him apart. His powers are the only thing that make him significantly more threatening than any other human serial killer who kidnaps, rapes, and kills for no reason other than that sheer need for power and control over a victim.

I mean, Loki’s opinion of the humans is pretty low to start with. When Thor says, “you consider yourself above them,” and Loki is like, “um yes?” - I don’t believe that’s a response that had anything to do with the scepter’s influence and everything to do with the culture in which he and Thor were raised. Odin compares Jane being on Asgard to a goat being at a banquet table. The W4 mention “throwing around a little lightning and they see us as gods” (paraphrase). Loki grew up in a world that is both physically and scientifically millenia beyond humanity, and as a prince besides (which grants him a level of privilege above even other Asgardians). It’s only natural, I think, that he would see the humans as lesser-than his own people.

If Loki encountered Ted Bundy on the street, he’d not be overly impressed. Likewise, Kilgrave is not overly impressive to him. In the most general “here’s my reaction,” sense, Loki thinks that Kilgrave is what we would call a basic bitch. It’s similar to how he used his last breath to tell Thanos, “You’ll never be a god.” The implication being, you may have power, and you may be frightening, but there is nothing about you that is truly remarkable and there never will be, no matter how hard you try.

That all said, if we dig a little deeper, I think that Kilgrave would give Loki a lot to think about, in a way? Kilgrave suffered through medical experimentation in order to get his powers, and Loki isn’t a stranger to torture. And I think that, in a comparative sense, Loki would be somewhat reassured at the fact that he finds Kilgrave’s actions appalling. Even going through whatever torture Loki went through, he didn’t turn out like Kilgrave. Kilgrave does things that Loki would never do. (The mind control aside, but to be fair, it wasn’t entirely Loki’s choice to do that.)

Loki doesn’t enjoy violence just for the sake of it. He takes no pleasure in hurting or killing anyone and, in fact, seemed kind of repelled by it (does anyone else notice how Loki rarely looks at his foe when doing the violent thing?). Loki would never kidnap or rape anyone, and certainly not just to feel power over another person. He would never inflict torture, either.

I say this fairly confidently because the consistent thing about all the misdeeds Loki has done is that they’re internally motivated. Loki’s desire for power isn’t rooted in the need to victimize others; it’s rooted in this deep-seated self-loathing that has him convinced that power - not just any power, but the power to be a king - is the only way he will ever have any worth.

He never wanted to rule Asgard. I don’t believe he wanted to rule Midgard, either. It’s like Loki is seeking the illusion of power more than the actual power itself. He wants the worthiness and the validation; he wants to be taken seriously. He wants his own abilities, specifically his magic, to be revered as any other warrior’s skill. He just wants to be seen.

So I think on some level that Loki, when confronted with bone-deep, unapologetic, irredeemable villainy (for lack of a better word) would think, I could have been worse. Thank the norns I’m not worse.

Again, I may be completely off-base or wildly out of character - idk, I revised this like 12 times. But this is just my idea of what Loki would think of Kilgrave and I hope, if nothing else, it was interesting to read.

Would Loki be immune to his powers?

Yes. This is another thing that contributes to how Loki sees Kilgrave; his powers aren’t a threat to him personally. This is because Kilgrave’s ability is a virus.

According to Kilgrave’s Wikia:

Kilgrave’s abilities are due to “a virus that he emits through microparticles in the air. His power was revealed to be a side-effect of the viral treatment used to cure his childhood degenerative disease. His ability is always active as he cannot stop his body from producing the virus and anyone within his immediate proximity is affected” (Source).

Now, I’m no scientist, but my takeaway from this is that, because Kilgrave’s powers are literally a virus, and said viruses (viri?) have this effect on the humans around him, someone with alien biological insides (Asgardian or Jotun, for that matter) would likely not be affected in the same way, if at all.

It’s like how ebola or HIV (or covid, ugh), is potentially deadly to humans because of the way our cells respond to the virus cells. Someone who isn’t human wouldn’t have that same response. Of course, it’s entirely possible that a different effect could occur, or even possibly the virus could affect an alien but the reaction wouldn’t be as strong or overpowering. There’s no way to know for sure but, my limited understanding of science-y things leads me to believe that Kilgrave’s ability would be useless on anyone who wasn’t human. (As a matter of fact, I think that it’s revealed that Jessica was able to break free from the control because she’s enhanced and her biology is different, but I’d have to watch those episodes again.)

How could Loki cheat to defeat Kilgrave?

Considering the above answer, there would be no need for Loki to cheat; Kilgrave’s abilities wouldn’t work on him, which leaves him powerless while Loki maintains his arsenal of magic, along with the whole super-strength thing. Loki would probably just have to hit him a few times to take him out.

I’m sorry this is so long, but I really appreciate the question! Thank you! I hope that this was a decent answer overall.

#idk how well written this is #i kind of got carried away and had to delete a bunch of irrelevant stuff #but alas here we are #kilgrave #jessica jones #loki pokey artichokey #asks #charlotte replies #a nonny mouse #shit i forgot trigger warnings #tw rape mention #tw violence #tw mental illness

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medea10 · 3 years ago

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My Review of Fruits Basket: Final Season

Season One Thoughts

Season Two Thoughts

I never thought we would ever make it to this point in time. If you would have told me three years ago that I would be watching the final chapters of Fruits Basket animated, I would have laughed in your face.

HISTORY: Oh come now, I am not repeating the synopsis to this story. I wrote it three bloody times already and two of those times in the last year. Go read my older reviews. You wouldn’t be reading this review if you hadn’t already learned the story. Go on. I don’t know what you’re waiting for here.

FINAL SEASON: We pick up right where we left off in the previous season with Tohru in a park with Kureno as she learns many things. Yes, Kureno is curse free, but unknown if anyone else will ever reach that peak. Yes, Akito is a female. Yes, Akito is very much tortured. And yes, Kureno chose to stay by Akito’s side despite no longer being possessed by the zodiac and having no connection whatsoever to Akito anymore. But this time we see why the most hated Fruits Basket character up to this point is so unstable. Now that Tohru knows so much from Kureno, she can’t really open up to anyone else in the family about it. She wants to help her friend Uo be with Kureno, but because of Akito that’s not gonna happen.

She wants to give the Sohmas hope that the curse can be lifted, but can’t say anything about Kureno. And why was it just Kureno that was curse-free? He was the only one who got that freedom and it happened rather early. So is it possible that this curse could some day meet its end? Could we possibly see an end to all of this before Tohru, Yuki, Kyo, and the others graduate high school? Because Kyo’s kind of on a hard schedule of being locked up for life so it’d be great if the curses can be lifted by then!

NEW CHARACTERS: At this point of the story, we’ve touched on pretty much all of the Sohmas and their back stories. All except for one, Akito! I know, I know, no one likes to talk about her. She’s a bitch. She blinded Hatori’s eye. She assaulted Kisa. She mentally scarred Yuki. She physically scarred Rin. She has violent rampages with just about everyone she’s ever come in contact. She invented genital warts! Okay that last one wasn’t true, but you get what I mean. All of her meanness and unstableness had to come from somewhere. So let’s meet Akito’s parents!

I’ll start with Akira Sohma, the father of Akito. He’s dead. But before his death, he was the God to the zodiacs. Akira was not a terrible father at all. He just had bad taste in women is all. I’m not going to make judgments on Akira’s relationship with Ren. I’m sure they loved each other very much. Why else do you think Akito was able to be conceived? It’s just that after Akito was born, Akira loved his daughter so much that it really upset his wife. Oh yeah, and the way he spoke to Akito kinda warped her as well.

And then we have Ren Sohma. She’s a cunt. You’ve heard me talk about her or hint at her many times in the past. I’ve even added her in my Top 10 Worst Mothers of Anime list for a reason. I knew her appearance wasn’t too far off and was well worth mentioning. Good reason too! Ren hates her daughter Akito! She despises her. She’s the reason behind Akito’s mental issues. She drilled into Akito’s head for years to dress and act like a man. She berates her daughter and tells her everyone will abandon her and she’ll be all alone and that no one loves her. So excuse me while I drop the c-bomb on this woman.

SUB & DUB TALK FOR THESE CHARACTERS:

In the sub, they pulled out some super veterans to voice Akira and Ren. When Ren first cameoed back in season two, I did some research and learned that the woman’s voice was Ai Orikasa. So just imagine Ryoko from Tenchi Muyo as the worst mother imaginable. And then there’s Akira Ishida as Akira Sohma.

GEE. AKIRA ISHIDA VOICING A SILVER-HAIRED MAN THAT’S DEAD!

I WONDER WHY I AM HEARING AKIRA ISHIDA VOICING A SILVER-HAIRED MAN THAT’S DEAD.

IT’S NOT LIKE WE’VE NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE IN ANIME.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just every time I see a silver-haired character or a character that’s going to die horribly…or both, I think to myself…Is this character voiced by Akira Ishida? Good chance of that being the case!

As for the dub, FUNimation out-does itself again by gaining back yet another veteran from the original Fruits Basket dub. This time, Chad Cline. If the name doesn’t ring a bell, Cline was the original voice to Akito Sohma. Yes, this was back when everyone assumed Akito was a man. Even the Japanese version had a male voice actor. Go figure. So I find it quite fitting that he is playing Akito’s father! I’ll take it. Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

JAPANESE CAST: *Akira is played by Akira Ishida (known for Kaworu on Evangelion, Gaara on Naruto, Katsura on Gintama, Tsukasa on Food Wars, Xellos on Slayers, Cancer on Cells at Work, Akise on Mirai Nikki, and Zeref on Fairy Tail)

*Ren is played by Ai Orikasa (known for Ryoko on Tenchi Muyo, Tohma on Gravitation, Sealand on Hetalia, Shizuru on Yu Yu Hakusho, and Araragi’s mother on Monogatari)

ENGLISH CAST: *Akira is played by Chad Cline (known for Akito on Fruits Basket [original])

*Ren is played by Katelyn Barr (known for Yami on To Love Ru)

I HATE REN MORE THAN AKITO: I’m not condoning anything Akito has done these past three seasons was right. Far from it! I hate Akito for her many misdeeds. But when you’re growing up with the knowledge that you’re a higher being than everyone else and also have in your head that you are trash and no one loves you, you have to put a lot of blame on the parents that put that in her head. Akira loved his daughter and knew she was going to be special. Ren on the other hand hated her own daughter with a passion. And once Akira was out of the picture, Ren made it explicitly known to everyone that fact.

Ren was a driving factor in Akito’s mental illness. On one hand, Akito is told by her father and servants that she is to be God and head of the Sohma clan. Then you have Akito’s mother constantly tell her that no one loves her and that everyone will eventually leave her. Akito grew paranoid that all of the Sohmas would leave her and that they didn’t love her. So when we see Akito lash out at the other members of the Sohma family, I really feel like none of this would have happened if not for Ren’s cruel behavior towards Akito.

From the moment Ren was pregnant, she noticed that the attention was to the baby and not her. When she learned she was going to give birth to a girl, she threatened to abort the baby if Akira didn’t agree to raise her as a boy. And once Akito was born, Ren was annoyed by the lack of attention she was receiving from everyone on the Sohma compound. She thought that everyone including her own husband loved Akito more than her. This resulted in a strain in Akira and Ren’s relationship. Ren wasn’t even present when Akira passed away (but Akito was there). And yes, Ren resented the fact that Akira’s last sight was of Akito and not herself.

In later years, we watch Ren kinda become a shit-starter in order to defy her daughter. One of the biggest things was when she confronted Shigure and told him that his daughter is having a sexual relationship with Kureno. Of course it’s not true, but Shigure fell for that crap and had revenge sex with Ren. This of course led to Akito having revenge sex with Kureno and that’s a whole ‘nother can of worms we’re spilling! Another person she messed with was Izusu (Rin). Ren got Izusu to trespass in Akito’s room in order to steal something from her. This resulted in Izusu’s capture and isolation period.

I know Ren didn’t scar Hatori’s eye, physically assault Kisa, slap around Momiji, mentally abuse Yuki, injure Rin, or stab Kureno herself. But her parenting led to a lot of this happening. Ren created this monster known as Akito and…she’s a cunt. Yeah, plain and simple! A cunt.

SHIP ME BABY ONE MORE TIME: Seriously folks, if you’re not aware of who ends up with whom, just watch the opening and ending themes for this season and watch closely.

*Shigure x Akito: Toxic as you can possibly get here! Yes, these two have an intimate relationship. And yes, these two have cheated on one another. Shigure has one hell of a poker face with the whole family. He’s been resenting Kureno for years and how close he’s been with Akito. But as we should know by now, Kureno has been kept in a cage by Akito because of Kureno being curse-free for years. His jealousy got to the best of him and Shigure had sex with Akito’s mother Ren.

Yeah Shigure, sleep with your unstable girlfriend’s unstable mother. That’s sure to go over well during holidays.

Shigure and Akito have had quite the history together. In terms of the waiting for God, Shigure was waiting for Akito since the moment she was conceived. It wasn’t until Akito was a child that she and Shigure got along pretty well. Everything after that was as toxic as a Steven Universe forum. But near the end of the series, with Akito’s change in her personality, we see an acceptance between the two. And a cute shot of Akito in a dress. I really got thrown off seeing Akito in a dress.

*Hiro x Kisa: I just love Kisa so much and want her to be happy. And yes, Hiro feels the same way. We finally get him opening up to Kisa after so much suffering between the two characters. And the end result was…I just love Kisa so much and want her to be happy. Hiro, protect this girl’s smile!

*Machi x Yuki: Machi is certainly showing her true tsundere colors more often around Yuki. You’ll find her giving off that blushy face that totally screams, “It’s not like I like you, Baka” while trying to give him a present. But unlike a lot of other presents Yuki would receive from girls in his school, he accepts Machi’s genuinely. In the third episode, we got a precious opening up moment from Machi with Yuki. And almost a kiss…but Kakeru screwed that up by coming in at the wrong time. At least she got a head-pat from Yuki…wait a couple of episodes to get the big pay off.

I’ll be honest, when I learned years ago that Yuki was going to end up with someone outside the Sohma household and not introduced in the original anime, I was not feeling it. Possibly because I was still like 51% on Team Yuki for Tohru’s heart! But what did we learn in season two, children? Tohru is a mother and not a lover for Yuki. Even after reading the manga and seeing the interactions between Machi and Yuki, I was a wee bit skeptical. Probably because I was expecting more from their ship if they’re going to ultimately end up together! But then we see them reach out to each other little by little. Yuki finally opening up and stepping away from his harsh past and Machi doing the same! And now, yeah, they really do belong together.

*Hatsuharu x Rin: We went into great detail of their relationship during the second season. They’re in a sexual relationship and go through great pains for each other. But it was mostly Rin getting the pain when it comes to Akito learning about their relationship. So what do you think is going to happen if Hatsuharu was to find out that Akito pushed Rin out of a second story window, put her in isolation, slice her hair off, and leave her for dead? Dark Haru is a flower-picking pansy compared to what Hatsuharu was with Akito. Meanwhile, all Rin could think of is having a final dream of Hatsuharu before she dies. Thankfully, she doesn’t die and she lives to see Hatsuharu another day. Hatsuharu is her knight in white and black armor!

*Kureno x Uo: Yes, Kureno loves Uo. But feels he’s obligated to stay by Akito’s side. Yeah, that relationship was hella toxic as Akito used Kureno to sleep with him in revenge against Shigure for sleeping with Akito’s mother. All the while, Kureno is just a pawn. But with Uo, she’s literally the furthest thing from being a Sohma. Uo has wanted to see Kureno again, but knew that he couldn’t leave someone and that would impact the relationship. So when Kureno and Tohru ended up in the hospital (thanks to Akito), Uo met Akito and learned she was the one in the middle of them getting together. Surprisingly, Uo held no ill feelings towards Akito and even hugged her. But now that Uo is here, she’s never going to leave Kureno’s side. She refuses to be left out.

*Ayame x Mine: I always neglect talking about this one and it probably has to do with not seeing the two of them on screen together that much. But we got a precious moment from these two once Ayame’s curse was broken. Ayame held Mine in his arms the second he could feel the bond snap.

*Akira x Ren: I suppose I should talk about this one. Akira was the head of the Sohma family, but has always lived a life of loneliness. Ren was previously a maid to tend to the Sohma household. Akira fell for Ren due to the fact that she was the only one to treat him as a regular person and not just the head of the family. Ren got a lot of harsh blowback from the other servants and everyone around Akira, but he stood his ground and began to love this woman that lead to marriage and a child. I’ve always felt that Ren was a despicable woman and that her getting close to Akira was all a façade. And who knows, maybe it wasn’t! Her jealousy of Akito was very clear. She was threatened by Akito’s existence and the fact she was born a female just added fuel to this fire. It was her own paranoia that led to the strain on her marriage to Akira. I’ve had enough of talking about this bitch.

*Kyo x Tohru: Well, Kyo certainly has a rival and it isn’t Yuki anymore. It’s Momiji! Entering his second year in high school, Momiji grew and around that time, his curse was broken. After that happened, he told Kyo to step up his game because now there’s a good chance of him and Tohru hooking up after graduation because Kyo will be caged for the rest of his life. On the other side of this, Tohru has thought a lot of Kyo. And by a lot, she’s noticed that he’s the first thought of who she cares about over her dead mother. And that takes quite a toll! Kagura wants Tohru to express her feelings or she’s not really a worthy rival for Kyo’s love. When it came time for that episode of Tohru saying she loves Kyo…we get the biggest bombshell.

Kyo knew Kyoko Honda.

Not just that, hung out with her when he was a kid.

Not just that, he attempted to try and find Tohru when she went missing and Yuki found her.

AND NOT JUST THAT…Kyo was there the day Kyoko died.

AND STILL…not just that, Kyo had the opportunity to save her, but chose to save himself from being revealed to be a cat in public. And on top of that, Kyoko’s final words were, “I’ll never forgive you”.

Kyo has been living with this guilt for years and tried suppressing it by making Yuki the bad guy in all this delusion. But Tohru says she’s going to rebel against her mother and love him anyway. The final couple of episodes, we get a lot of cute moments between these two including a passionate embrace and kiss the second Kyo’s curse was broken.

Many of the ships I’ve mentioned here remained true and stood the test of time (including some of these couples having children). And if you’re interested, some of these ships are even featured in the manga, Fruits Basket Another. It’s a sequel. I myself have not read it and I probably should have considering I was such a big Fruits Basket fan. But I read reviews years ago that kinda detoured me from reading. Probably because it’s more of a focus on the previous main characters children.

ENDING: It was exactly what Eric Vale said two years ago. He accidentally slipped it out that there are 63 episodes. 25+25+13=63.

Oh this season has been boiling with the big and shocking moments. Last season’s reveal of Kureno’s curse being broken, started a chain reaction of other members of the Sohma family to have their curse broken that included Momiji and Hiro.

This caused Akito to lose her shit! She was losing grasp on everyone and everything. And it just makes Ren’s words to Akito that made it feel like she could possibly be right. Throughout this season, Akito climbs to a breaking point after holding Rin captive for some time, almost killing her. Akito stabs Kureno and leaves him for dead. Then she attacks Tohru. But Tohru continues to reach for Akito. Tohru even sees the good in this wretched woman and was trying to reach out. For once, Akito was able to put her trust in Tohru…just as Tohru falls off a cliff.

After Tohru’s accident, Akito has been feeling remorseful and guilty over Kureno and Tohru being hurt because of her actions. But they both forgive Akito! Akito slowly changes in this time of reflection. She opened up to Tohru and even allowed Uo in to see Kureno. And one of the biggest announcements from Akito was that she ordered for the cage meant for the cat (Kyo) to be destroyed. So could that mean Kyo is going to live a happy life now?

Ooh boy, Kyo has some major baggage. Kyo has been living with a lot of guilt in his life. For years, he thought he was to blame for his mother committing suicide. Being the cat zodiac, he has been hated and feared by the rest of the Sohma family due to the history of that outcast zodiac member. Add to that, we learn that Kyo had the opportunity to save Tohru’s mother from being killed in the traffic accident or risk having his secret being revealed in a public setting. That one little revelation is the main reason Kyo is keeping his feelings for Tohru in check. This pissed Yuki off greatly and he went on a bit of a rampage on Kyo. In that heated fight, both boys revealed to each other that they’re envious of each other.

Well…duh! Kyo was shunned and treated as the black sheep of the family and wanted to be like Yuki who was the favorite of the family head. Yuki was abused by Akito and treated terribly by his mother and wanted to escape the family. I think this was the big enough kick-in-the-ass Kyo needed. He stopped blaming himself for his mother’s suicide (mostly after hearing the terrible things his father said about her). And he was able to tell Tohru that he was sorry and that he loves her. And Kyo even asks to be hugged. This can only end in…No wait, I forgot it’s not this time!

This is it, the moment when all the strands break! All the connections to Akito break. Kyo was able to hug and kiss Tohru in the series’s most passionate moment to date. Everyone is free. Hiro can hug his baby sister. Kureno can be free to love Uo. Momiji could possibly get to know Momo as a sister. Ayame can love Mine truly for the first time. Kisa, Shigure, Hatsuharu, Rin, Hatori, Ritsu, and Kagura are all free! Yes, all 13 are truly…Oh wait, I forgot Yuki! Yuki’s snapped when he met with Machi. He hugged her and kissed her. Yeah, that ship is totally cemented now! Apparently, Yuki heard the voice of God when his curse was broken.

Oh…I probably should talk about God.

Why yes, there is indeed a God!

Hiroshi Kamiya and Matthew Mercer voice God.

Both of these fine men voiced Levi from Attack on Titan as well. I accept this. I accept all of this. Anyone who doesn’t is scum!

THE ORIGINAL BANQUET: Yes, there was indeed a God, the original creator. He was alone and yearned for some kind of company on that mountain top he was at. One day, a cat comes to his place and they became friends. Soon, God wished to throw a banquet. Only 12 animals showed up, but God was fine by that. It was a wonderful banquet and God wished this could continue as a tradition even long after everyone dies. The cat he took shelter soon fell ill and in his final words, he enjoyed the banquet but didn’t want to continue it forever. The other animals didn’t like the cat’s words and chastised him for it. But God was happy for his time with the feline before it passed. God didn’t hate the cat. God was closest to the cat. There you go! We now return to ending already in process.

CONTINUED: Akito gathered the zodiacs together one last time to announce their freedom and try to apologize. Akito has done so much to them; blinded Hatori’s left eye, mentally scarred Yuki, assaulted Kisa, thrown Rin from a second story window, and stabbed Kureno…yeah, no verbal apology. But she also came dressed and told the family her true gender which was never revealed to them. Akito is going to start living differently from original Akito. And for starters, continue that relationship with Shigure.

Kyo makes a crucial decision for his future and it’s to go to a dojo kinda far away to train. Tohru will go with him, no matter how far it takes her away from her friends. Kyo swears on Kyoko’s grave that he’ll watch over Tohru no matter what. OH and we learn what Kyoko was trying to say in her final moments after being struck by a vehicle. She recognized Kyo and wanted to tell him to find Tohru and look after her or she won’t forgive him. Unfortunately, “I won’t forgive you” was the only thing she managed to say and that kinda messed Kyo up.

The final episode had a lot of reminiscing between the characters. We get a lot of changes and a lot of people are moving out and on. After graduation, Yuki is going to a college far away. I certainly don’t blame him for wanting to go away after being confined for so long. But what about Machi? She’s still in high school! Thankfully, they’ll carryout a long-distance relationship for a year or so and Machi will eventually join him. Shigure is moving out of his house and the home that he, Tohru, Yuki, and Kyo shared will now be bare and empty. But we see all of these characters we’ve grown to love throughout the years talk about Tohru and how much she is loved. Because tomorrow, she’ll be leaving with Kyo to go far away! But she’ll see everyone again soon.

And if you’re wondering if Kyo and Tohru stayed together, we cemented this ship with a look way into the future with Tohru’s granddaughter looking for her grandmother. And we see a shot of Kyo and Tohru at old age, walking hand and hand.

THERE IT IS! THE ENTIRE STORY OF FRUITS BASKET FINALLY TOLD! All the chapters perfectly animated. Every last one of them! Not a single one left out! Not a…

Okay, I lied.

Yeah, I was wondering why they left out a very specific arc out of the anime. And it’s kind of a big reason why I left off a category in the shipping section. This would be the story of Tohru’s parents Kyoko and Katsuya. We know all about Kyoko as a mother to Tohru and how much they meant to each other. And we’re somewhat aware of Kyoko’s past before all that when she was in a gang (as told by Uo). But rarely mentioned was Tohru’s father Katsuya. The anime had only mentioned him a handful of times. Tohru’s not gonna mention him that much because she was only three when he died. It was after seeing Kyoko and Katsuya’s souls reuniting that I wondered if we were really going to get the story behind these two. Here is the answer.

Yes! In 2022!

But other than that missing piece of the puzzle, holy shit I love this story! Absolutely, a favorite of mine! 9 out of 10! I hate using the number system with a holy passion, but it’s all good. And believe it or not, Fruits Basket entered a holy war (as do most great seasons) on MAL. I hate that it’s the fans of my all-time favorite anime Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood doing this, but some rotten people are trashing Fruits Basket and forcing people to lower their scores of it so that FMA can stay at #1.

Fuck off guys! Fruits Basket has a following and if they thought the anime was spectacular, it’s going to get spectacular ratings. And this season of Fruits Basket was indeed something to behold. Many of us waited 18 years to see the actual conclusion to a beloved story. FMA fans only waited like 5 or 6 years after the original series to get a full, correct story. Both animes were great and I will not stand for slander of either one.

Fruits Basket gives you a little bit of everything, it’s a comedy, it’s a drama, it’s a supernatural, and yes, a big ol’ slice of life! We follow a family that was held by so many constraints due to what they were born into. No one would understand their plight. Many of these characters suffered in different ways. Ritsu always felt the need to apologize for his existence despite having an understanding parent. Momiji was shunned by his own mother because of what he was. Kisa was constantly bullied in school due to her hair color. Rin was abused and when she finally found love, she was physically hurt more because of it. Yuki was emotionally scarred for life due to abuse from family members. And Kyo had to live with ridicule, guilt, and just pure hatred from the entire family for being the outcast. Tohru comes in and opens up to all of these people. Yes, people will always complain about Tohru being way too Mary-Sue. But she’s anything but boring or perfect. She’s klutzy, but means well. And you gotta give her this, she’s determined to get through to anyone. Hell, she survived being stabbed in order to get through to Akito.

I know it’s not the action rollercoaster you got from Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood, but it’s a great story. You cannot deny that. And if you’re just a hater of shoujo, then may God have mercy on your wretched soul and go fuck thy self. I myself will always treasure this story as one of the greatest animes of all time. And now that it has been told in its entirety, I can say it without any kind of hesitation (untold Katsuya/Kyoko story aside).

I will always give a glowing recommendation for Fruits Basket. And now that it’s complete, I will officially say, Fruits Basket the 2019 version is the superior version to the Fruits Basket anime. But I still like the Studio Deen version. That one had its charm too!

If you would like to watch Fruits Basket Final Season (or the first 2 seasons as well) they’re all available to watch on Crunchyroll, Hulu, and FUNimation. Some of the seasons might have some home video releases as well. And yes, don’t forget about the Studio Deen version that one is on Hulu. I know it doesn’t tell the WHOLE story, but it still has its charm!

Damn man, I never thought the day would come where Fruits Basket would be told in its entirety. Maybe there’s hope for other animes! Like Haruhi Suzumiya!

Nope. Former director is a big-time asshole and KyoAni has got enough to deal with besides that guy’s bullshit.

His and Her’s Circumstances!

Really? You’re reaching pretty hard for that one. Never. Gainax fucked this side-ways and will never see the light of day again.

Berserk!

Hahaha…that will never get a proper adaptation! And the manga will never see the light of day again due to the author’s horrific death.

I DON’T LIKE THIS WORLD ANYMORE! Fruits Basket, comfort me!

Ah, that’s good stuff right there. Okay, maybe I’ll just be grateful for the Fruits Basket reboot and shut up about everything else needing one.

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When Gray wakes up one night with a voice in his head, the last thing he expects is to suddenly be sharing a body with a demon. Natsu is nothing like Gray expected, though. He's surprisingly charming, and more concerned about getting Gray to eat vegetables than he is with taking over the world. Since Gray can't push him away like he does with everyone else, he begrudgingly accepts Natsu's place in his life - for now. But when Natsu ends up needing Gray's help, what started out as an inconvenience turns into a road trip - and a friendship - that changes Gray's life.

Chapter Summary: Gray and Natsu start their road trip to find Natsu's body.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster Characters: Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel, Lyon Vastia, Mard Geer Tartarus Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Humor, Adventure, Demonic Possession, but the good kind, demon Natsu, References to Depression, Depressed Gray, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sort Of, Road Trips, Falling In Love, Natsu's not an evil demon, he really just wants to take care of Gray, Gray sucks at feelings

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“I’m bored.”

Gray looked up at the rearview mirror to see Natsu’s reflection in the back seat of the car. He gave Gray a pathetic look as he leaned his head against the window.

“It’s only been an hour,” Gray said, rolling his eyes. “How are you going to manage for three days?”

Natsu groaned, tipping his head back against the seat dramatically. The late afternoon sun reflected off his scales, giving his dark skin a reddish glow.

“Weren’t you the one that said three days wasn’t a long time?” Gray looked back at the road, continuing to sneak peeks in the mirror when he could. Natsu swallowed, and the tattoos on his neck shifted with his skin. Gray traced the lines where they dipped under Natsu’s shirt, and he wondered absently where they ended.

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“My stomach,” Natsu said. Gray frowned, then remembered that Natsu could read his mind. He ducked his head, trying to hide his burning cheeks. “And they’re not tattoos,” Natsu said, seemingly unperturbed by Gray’s embarrassment. “They’re markings.”

“What’s the difference?” Gray asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“They’re magic,” Natsu explained. His image disappeared from the rearview mirror, reappearing in the passenger window as if he were sitting in the seat next to Gray. “It’s how I use my powers.”

“So... you got them in hell?”

“The hells.”

“Why?”

Natsu hesitated. “’cause, uh... I was bored.”

Gray raised an eyebrow. “You got magic tattoos—”

“Markings.”

“—markings because you were bored?”

Gray could feel Natsu’s indignance when he answered, “Yes.” He sighed. “The hells are seriously the worst. Everyone’s mean. All they wanna talk about is torturing people and vengeance and shit, and it’s boring.”

Gray was pretty sure that torture and vengeance didn’t usually fall under the umbrella of ‘boring conversation,’ but he didn’t argue.

“So... what kind of magic can you do?” he asked instead.

“Fire, mostly,” Natsu said. Something flickered in the reflection, and when Gray turned to look, he could see a small flame sitting in Natsu’s palm.

“Please don’t burn my car down.”

Natsu laughed, turning his hand palm-down and running the flame across his knuckles like a magician would with a coin. “Don’t worry,” he reassured Gray, “I can only use my magic up here when I’m inside you.” Gray made a choked sound, and Natsu’s eyes widened as he quickly added, “Shit, not like—not in you like that, I mean like using your body. To magic. Not for... other stuff.”

He quickly looked away, and Gray could swear there was an embarrassed flush on his cheeks. “Oh,” was all Gray could manage as he desperately tried to push the sudden mental image of Natsu inside him out of his head. The soft, warm presence of Natsu in the back of his mind sparked and sputtered like a candle near an open window.

“What do you do?” Natsu asked quickly. His voice was tight, and he turned away from Gray, staring out the window at the fields of canola.

“Do?” Gray rubbed his face, trying to compose himself.

“For work? School? Whatever.”

“Ah.” He exhaled, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and focusing on the highway. “I don’t.” He felt the question in the back of his mind and sighed. “I was working,” he said reluctantly, “before I moved here. And I’m not anymore. Not right now, anyway.”

“How come?”

“I don’t want to—” Gray stopped himself, realizing that the question wasn’t irritating him like he expected it to. Natsu seemed genuinely concerned and curious – there was no pity or judgement coming from him.

“I’m on stress leave,” Gray explained. “I was working at an office before I moved here, and there was someone...” He hesitated, running his thumbs along the worn weather of the steering wheel. “Someone who made my life hell,” he said eventually.

Natsu’s reflection shifted in the window as he appeared to settle into the seat with his knees tucked up against his chest. “Is that who I saw?” he asked. “In your head?” He looked embarrassed.

Gray didn’t answer. Instead, he exhaled, and let the memories come to the surface of his mind, drifting there for Natsu to see. “It’s okay,” he said when he felt Natsu’s hesitation. “It’s easier than talking about it.”

There was a soft tug at the back of his mind, but instead of pushing back, Gray relaxed. He watched the trees and fields fly by through the window as Natsu drifted through his memories. The low thrum of anxiety in Gray’s chest was tempered by Natsu’s soft, comforting warmth.

“What a bitch,” Natsu said eventually. Gray snorted, glancing over at the passenger window. Natsu’s reflection looked pissed at first, then slowly relaxed into regret once he realized Gray was watching. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Gray said quietly. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “People didn’t listen to me – she didn’t listen to me. And it just felt like I was saying no over and over, and it didn’t matter.” He rubbed his forearm self-consciously. “She started showing up at my apartment or following me to the grocery store and eventually I kinda… lost it.”

“What the actual fuck?” Natsu’s expression shifted back to angry.

Gray felt himself start to smile at Natsu’s indignance. Nobody had ever listened to him or stood up for him like this before. Lyon had been sympathetic, of course, but had never been as angry as Natsu was. It felt…

“Validating?” Natsu suggested. Gray groaned as he realized Natsu had been listening to his internal monologue again.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I haven’t really talked about it with anyone. Not since I moved.”

“We could scare the shit out of her,” Natsu suggested. “Like with Lyon – glowing eyes, fire, all that.”

Gray laughed and shook his head. “As hilarious as that would be, I never want to see her again.” A soft sense of understanding radiated from Natsu, warm and comforting. Gray let himself lean into the feeling, breathing deeply as he let some of his anger dissolve.

“Are we hungry?” Natsu asked, pulling Gray out of his feelings. “I think I am. Are you?” Natsu pointed straight ahead to a sign on the side of the road. It was faded and peeling, but the washed-out letters read Ice Cream – 99 Flavors!

“Sure,” Gray said, smiling at the excited expression on Natsu’s face. “I could go for ice cream.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon driving, and by the time the sun started to sink over the horizon, Gray was exhausted. He pulled into a parking lot with a neon sign flashing cheap rooms and free wifi! and yawned.

“What’s wifi?” Natsu, who had been quiet for the last couple hours of the trip, frowned at the sign.

“Internet.”

“What’s internet?”

Gray rolled his eyes as he got out of the car and stretched. The parking lot was nearly empty, and the only sounds were the low rumble of the highway and a sharp buzz from the fluorescent lights overhead.

“C’mon,” he said, grabbing his backpack from the back seat and heading toward the office. “I’ll show you.”

Their room was small and smelled like every motel Gray had ever been in. He tossed his bag on the ground and kicked off his shoes.

“It’s weird that you’re not like… here,” he said as he pulled out his phone and caught Natsu’s reflection in the screen. “Physically, I mean,” Gray added when Natsu raised an eyebrow.

“Move the mirror,” Natsu suggested, gesturing to the cracked plastic mirror that hung on the far wall. It came off its single nail easily, and Gray propped it up against the TV so it was across from the headboard. Then he flopped down on the bed and grumbled at the squeak of the springs. When he looked up at his reflection, Natsu was next to him, legs crossed in front of the pillows.

Even though Natsu wasn’t there physically, Gray could feel heat creeping into his cheeks at the idea of them both being in the same bed. Sure, he was technically alone, but the mirror showed a different story. Gray’s brain drifted back to their awkward conversation in the car, and to the blush he’d seen on Natsu’s cheeks.

“Internet?” Natsu said hopefully, pulling Gray out of his embarrassment.

“Oh,” Gray said, “Yeah, hang on a sec.” He grabbed his laptop from his backpack and opened it, connecting the wifi and opening the internet browser. “Okay, ask me a question.”

Natsu frowned. “Any question?”

“Yep. Well, not a personal question. Something you want to know about the world.”

“Hm. What’s the spiciest food ever?”

Gray quickly typed world’s spiciest food in the search bar. “Phaal curry.” He pointed to the picture. “It’s got, uh… ten of the world’s hottest peppers in it.”

Natsu’s face lit up. “Can we eat that?”

“Absolutely not.” Gray shuddered. “I hate spicy food. Plus, we’re probably not gonna find an Indian restaurant all the way out here.” Natsu pouted and Gray laughed.

“Wait,” Natsu said, frowning at the computer. “Your… machine knows that?”

“Laptop. And no, not the laptop. We’re connected to the internet.”

“And the internet knows about spicy food.”

“The internet knows pretty much everything. Try another question.”

“Uh… what’s the biggest volcano?”

“Ojos de Salado. On the border of Argentina and Chile.”

Natsu stared at the picture, eyes wide. “How does it know? How does it work?”

“That’s… a great question,” Gray said, shrugging. “I actually have no idea.”

“Ask it!”

Gray spent the next five minutes reading about the internet from a technical website, but Natsu quickly grew bored with the explanation.

“Sounds like magic,” he said, waving his hands in a vaguely mystical gesture. “Is that how you found my body?”

Gray nodded and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He opened the map and pointed to the marked location that said Belle River, British Columbia.

Natsu was silent for a minute. Gray looked at his reflection in the mirror. Natsu seemed lost in thought, eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the phone.

“What’s up?” Gray asked. “You okay?”

“Just thinking,” Natsu said. He pulled his knees up to his chest and Gray’s attention drifted as he tried to figure out exactly how the reflection worked. Was Natsu really there, in some other dimension? Was he tangible? Was there a way that he could touch Natsu? Or was his physical form just Gray’s imagination?

“No,” Natsu answered, and Gray blinked in surprise, then sighed as Natsu laughed at him. “Sorry. You think really loud. And no, you’re not imagining me. I am.”

“I… what?”

Natsu tipped his head to look at Gray and gestured to his face. “I was like… eight when I lost my body. So I looked a little different.” He closed his eyes and exhaled, and the reflection in the mirror started to shift. The pink in Natsu’s hair faded to a light brown and grew out until it was tied back in a short ponytail. His features softened, the dark marks on his arms receded, and his tight t-shirt and jeans were replaced by a too-large shirt and ripped pants. The now-young Natsu looked at Gray in the mirror and gave him a gap-toothed smile.

“You were so little,” Gray said softly. Natsu’s face looked thin and pale, and there were bright fever-spots on both his cheeks. Before Gray could say anything else, Natsu quickly shifted back to his older self.

“Yeah. So this is kinda… what I think I’d look like if I was around now.” He glanced back at Gray’s phone, then added, “I guess we’ll see when we get there.”

“That’ll be weird, hey?”

“Mm.” Natsu shrugged, but his expression was uncomfortable. “Thinking about it…” He trailed off, but his emotions intensified, leaving Gray with an unsettled sensation in the pit of his stomach.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” he asked quickly, trying his best to push the feelings away. They were too close to what he’d felt when he’d first moved away from everything and had spent most of his time curled up in his room, staring blankly at the walls.

“A movie?”

“Yeah.” Gray grabbed the laptop again and opened Netflix. “Moving pictures?” He frowned at Natsu. “You’re weird. You don’t know what the internet is, but you didn’t seem weirded out by my cell phone, or cars, or… lattes.”

“I pay attention to the human world sometimes,” Natsu said, almost defensively. “I know what a phone is! They were around last time I was topside; they were just a lot different. Same with cars. And I know what moving pictures are – the last person I possessed went to one. It was on a big screen, though, not—” He gestured at Gray’s laptop “—this.”

“Well, movies stream through the internet now,” Gray explained as he flipped through his ‘to watch’ list. It was mostly documentaries, which he didn’t think Natsu would find too exciting. He finally settled on ‘Max Max: Fury Road.’

As the screen lit up with the opening credits, Gray leaned back against the pillows. Natsu followed suit, and in their reflection, it almost looked like they were cuddling. The space beside Gray was empty, though, and he tried his best not to think about the disappointing lack of warmth.

“Who’s that?” Natsu asked, pointing to the man on screen. “Is that real? Who’s he talking to?”

“Natsu,” Gray said, rolling his eyes and turning up the volume. “I’ll explain how movies work later. Right now, just shut up and watch.”

#fairy tail #gratsu #gray fullbuster #natsu dragneel #ft fanfic #fairy tail fanfiction #update #new chapter #my fic #highway to hell

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #357

“your magic white rabbit has left its writing on the wall / we follow like alice, and just keep diving down the hole”

Are you better at telling stories or writing them? Writing, by a long shot. What’s one song you hate, but know every word to? i'm a barbie girl in a fckn barbie woooooorld What’s your favorite magazine? I don’t read magazines. If you could be an animal for one day, which animal would you choose? Probably a house cat. Be indoors and safe, able to just nap... lol. But I'd want another cat as a friend, too! Do you prefer outdoor or indoor concerts/events? Indoors, by a mile. I get hot outside way too easily. Do you know if you were a planned child? I don't know. What’s your favorite gem? Dragon's breath opal. As an adult, do you want to live in an apartment or a house? I'd like to live in a house, especially with the pets I want. I doubt many apartment complexes would allow multiple reptiles and inverts. Do you like the stem or leafy part of the broccoli? It doesn't matter much to me, but I prefer the stem. The texture is more likeable to me. Do bats frighten you? No, I adore bats! Does Paris appeal to you? Yeah, it's a pretty place. Are you a KPOP fan? No, I've never really checked it out. How long was your longest relationship? Over three and a half years. First time you kissed the last person you kissed? We were outside roasting marshmallows one night. Do you have to really know someone to kiss them? Absolutely. I don't dish 'em out for nothing. Were you anyone’s first kiss? No. If you had to be named after one of the 50 states of America, what state would you WANT to be named after? I actually think "Nevada" would be kinda pretty as a name? Do you think morals are universal or relative to the beliefs, traditions, or practices of individuals or groups? I've wondered this for a long while, really. I lean towards it being a mix, maybe? But more towards universal, I think... with some exceptions. This answer is all over the place, I honestly don't know. Is torture ever a good option? If no, why not? If yes, when? No? I think the "why not" is obvious... You just don't. What do you think is one one of the most undervalued professions right now? Teachers, garbagemen, retail and food workers... There's a lot. Have you ever seen anyone have a heart attack? Thank Christ no. Have you personalized your answering machine/voicemail? No. Have you ever had Fiji brand water? I actually don't believe I have, though it's always looked appealing to me, haha. What’s your favorite horror movie? The Crazies and the first Silent Hill, as well as both Blair Witch Projects. What was the worst thing a friend has either done or said to you? I'd rather not even think about things the bitch said to me. Are you biracial? No. When was the last time you got mad and broke something? I've never broken something when mad. What color dress did you wear to prom? My first was maroon, second one was black. Who is the cutest baby you know? My friend has a daughter named Scarlett who is absolutely gorgeous. Have you ever thrown a rock at a window? No, because I respect people's fucking property. Has anyone ever thrown a rock at your window? No. Does your hair react well to dye, or does it damage it? It likes to not take dye at all. >.> I have only had one instance where a friend dyed it red and it stuck for months and months, but we kept it in for a couple hours, I think. My normal hairdresser says it's because my hair is really healthy and I guess rejects it. What kind of pet do you wish you had? I ramble plenty about how I want tarantulas and more reptiles, haha. I also DESPERATELY want to rescue or foster an opossum. When was the last time you were diagnosed with something? Are you concerned about anything regarding your physical or mental health at the moment? I haven't been diagnosed with anything in quite some time, I believe, but as I'm going through the process of being approved for TMS therapy for my depression, my bipolar diagnosis is being questioned, which is... strange to me. It's been acknowledged by many a doctor that I have bipolar 2, but if insurance recognizes my primary diagnosis as bipolar, they won't cover TMS because it can massively excite the mania portion of bipolarity, and therefore I can't do it because we can't manually afford it. I'm willing to take the risk by far, as I've never had issues with mania, but I can't without insurance. I'm just waiting to hear back from them... What is one blanket judgment you tend to make about people (like, you judge all people who live at home, all people who drink, etc)? Does this judgment come from a particular personal experience? I really don't know. How do you react to other people yelling or slamming doors? Is this something you ever do too? I get very scared if it's a man. I don't like anyone doing it, and my anxiety will spike regardless, I'm just terrified of angry men. Have you ever lost your cool at work or somewhere else important? What happened as a result? No. Who has the power to break you? Jason still might. I don't know. Is anyone in your family blind? My sister is legally blind in one eye. Do you believe in evolution? Yeah. I do find the concept odd, that ALL LIFE originated from one thing, but I sure ain't got a better explanation, so. What job do you think people should be paid the most for? Surgeons, maybe? I dunno, that's a big question. Were you ever held back a year in school? Did you ever skip a grade? No. Have you ever been given a hickey? Have you given one? Yeah to both. What is your least favourite thing about your full name? I have the most basic white bitch middle name in the world, lol. Do you like the age you are? Eh, I don't mind it much, but I think it'd be better to be in my early 20s versus mid 20s. I'm just always so tired now. I can't believe I used to refuse to go to sleep before 10:30. What’s your favourite kind of poptart? The chocolate sundae one. If you had to eat one type (Chinese, etc.) of food which would it be? American bc I'm not very adventurous with food at all. When did your family immigrate to wherever you live now? *shrug* Are your fingers long, or short? Long. Mom's always said I have "piano fingers." Do you play Pokemon Go? If so, what level are you and who’s your buddy? Yeah, I love it, but don't play it nearly as much as I want because I don't exactly go anywhere, lol. My bud's Charmeleon, and I'm probably like five EXP from level 28. Do you ever sit indoors and wear sunglasses or a hat? I don't own either, so. Do you know how to read animals’ behavior? I honestly think I'm very good at it. Do you like playing video games? If so, what do you usually play? Yes, but not as much as I used to. All I really play nowadays is World of Warcraft. The only working console I have is a PS2, and I haven't bought a new game in probably a couple years, but there are definitely ones I want to play, mainly on PS4. Just can't afford it right now. Have you ever viewed the moon through a telescope? No. Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? No. There's no way I could, given my tremors. Do you prefer reading books, comic books, manga/graphic novels, magazines, or the newspaper? Books. When is the last time you ate donuts? It's been months, man. I've seriously been craving a glazed one, though. Krispy Kreme sounds amaaaaaziiiiiing. Has anyone ever called you sexy? Somehow. Do you like raisins? NO NO NO NO NO. Have you ever overheard a conversation you weren’t supposed to? More than once. Do you like ants? They're genuinely extremely fascinating animals, but they're seriously annoying nevertheless. Did you like the movie Antz? I loved it as a kid. What was your favorite ice cream flavor when you were little? Chocolate. Is it still your favorite? Eh, depends on the day. By the way, what is your name? Brittany. What time zone do you live in? EST. Do you like cats? I love cats. What’s the most creepy experience you’ve ever had? One night when my mom and sister were at the beach for a dance competition, I was having trouble sleeping, and it only got worse when my dog Teddy started freaking the fuck out, barking loudly and staring intently at the foot of the bed. I was so scared that I tried to force his head to lie down, but he fought against me. I was terrified, but got up out of the bed and went into the living room to call my mom at like 3 in the damn morning, and she had to have our neighbor come over to sleep in the house with me (I was in a different room that night). You can't convince me that there wasn't paranormal shit going on. I think the house was haunted honestly, for multiple reasons. What’s the most boring game to exist? Why do you dislike it so much? Hm, I dunno. What’s the coolest place that you've ever been to? What’d you do there? Disney World was very memorable as a kid. We just went around collecting signatures, going on rides, all that fun stuff. I'll never forget fireworks at the castle. If you’re interested in having a long-term relationship with someone, do you think that waiting a certain amount of time before you first have sex is a good idea? Or does it not matter? I think it's a good idea, personally, mostly for the sake of reducing the spread of STDs. Just because you think you'll be long-term, doesn't mean you will be. Besides that, isn't there a science that sex and feelings of love are connected? Like, sex is impossible without at least some underlying emotions? I might be entirely wrong, in which case forgive me for spreading misinformation, but if that's so and things don't go as planned, you've gotten emotionally invested in someone too early and wind up getting hurt. You do you, I just don't think it's smart. Have you ever discovered something big by looking through someone’s phone, Facebook, email, etc.? No. Have you kept anything from your past relationships? (Things they left at your house, gifts, notes, etc) Do you think that’s a big deal for future relationships or not? Yeah, like plushies and little stuff like that. When it's tiny things like I just mentioned, I really don't think it matters. I think some things might be questionable to keep, but at the same time, I don't think it's really wrong to keep memories of a happy time, if the thing still brings you joy and has been emotionally disconnected from the ex? Idk. Do you have any financial regrets? Either way, what’s an example of a GOOD financial decision you’ve made? Going to and dropping out of college three fucking times. I don't know about a good financial decision seeing as I'm not even in charge of my own finances, nor really have any to begin with. Are you a believer in “signs” from the Universe about things in your life? If you are, can you think of a particular example? No. Name some things that one or both of your parents are really good at or really interested in. Mom LOVES medical stuff, like watching surgeries and stuff like that. She is also absolutely incredible with children. Dad likes sports a lot, hockey and football especially. Think of a good friend of the opposite sex (currently or in the past). Have you ever had any sort of “more than a friend” or sexual thoughts about them? If not, can you explain why? Well, we dated briefly, so... It was awkward to, but I let myself imagine sexual situations a few times to help myself understand if I really did like-like him, or if he was truly just a brother to me. Turns out, he's a bro. If someone told you that you would never achieve something and you ended up doing it, would you have any interest in finding that person and showing them? I'ma be honest, yes. I wouldn't actively seek them out, but rather just hope they somehow find out or I run into them or something. What is the most jealousy-induced thing you’ve ever done? Apparently, be the girl Juan liked instead of this girl that literally threatened to deck me. Guess what? We're friends now lmaoooo.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''white rabbit'' by egypt central

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risingsouls · 4 years ago

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Recruited: Chapter 2

[I didn’t edit again because I’m a lazy bitch, but here you go! It’s a lot shorter and I KINDA imagine many of Vegeta’s will be because this IS more about Nabooru. But it’s also about both of them and I LOVE writing pre-Z stuff so. Here you go.]

Vegeta

Beneath Frieza, Zarbon was at the top of Vegeta’s to-murder list, tied with Dodoria. But he would be sure to murder both of Frieza’s most trusted lackeys first and make him watch as he humiliated the smug generals. Slowly. In ways not even Hell could let them forget.

“Who do you think that girl with Zarbon was? Weird that he would be stuck with the task of toting a lowly new recruit around.”

“Who knows. Maybe the pretty boy pissed Frieza off and that was his punishment. Serves him right.” Vegeta heard Nappa hum and could see the large Saiyan folding his arms over his chest despite his position in front of his two cohorts. “Her power level was nothing to sneeze at. Neither were her ti--”

“Yes, she’s even stronger than you are, Nappa,” Vegeta chimed in before the conversation could veer off in the direction he sensed it going. He didn’t have the patience for their horny drivel on a normal day, and simply seeing Zarbon had lowered his tolerance. Thus, he refused to listen to them prattle on about this new recruit’s figure and whatever lewd fantasies they had already dreamed up about her. “If you’re not careful, perhaps I’ll have her replace you.”

“What? Come on, you don’t mean that!”

“Perhaps I do.” A smirk curled the prince’s lips. “She’s stronger than you and much easier on the eyes. What do you think, Raditz?”

“I would say it’s a pretty sound strategy. Good chance she’s smarter, too.”

Nappa huffed. “If Frieza murders the two of you in this meeting, I won’t miss you.”

“Speaking of that, what do you think he wants with all three of us?” Radtiz asked. “He usually only calls for you.”

An unfortunate truth and the reasoning for the change of the tyrant’s usual habits escaped him. Even when the matter at hand involved all three Saiyans--a new job he felt the need to assign in person, to scold them for a mission he deemed botched by them, or to simply torment the Saiyan prince for his own entertainment--he only requested Vegeta’s presence, likely due to his station as the undisputed leader of their trio and would-be monarch that ruled them if he still had a domain and people to rule over. Perhaps he had finally decided to do away with the rest of their race by putting the three of them out of their misery after all.

Then again, Frieza had quite the penchant for torture of both the physical and mental variety. Death would be too merciful.

“I guess this time he wanted more of an audience for whatever hell he’s planned for me than just Dodoria and Zarbon.” He turned a corner, the other two Saiyans following him down the final stretch of hallway leading toward the base’s central hub. “With Zarbon busy, he’s down a lackey for the moment. Perhaps he wanted the room to feel fuller.”

“Too bad we’re not as prone to kissing his ass,” Nappa mumbled, his boisterous tone quieted as they approached the door. The three may not suck up to Frieza as to near the same degree as the emperor’s closest confidants, but they weren’t stupid enough to incur his wrath for even a minimal insult such as that. It pained them to live with such fear, to tiptoe around anyone like a trio of children. The prince likely more so than the other two with his royal blood, his top tier power level that still paled in comparison to Frieza and even his lap dogs. Treading on thin ice constantly wore on his psyche, his pride. But his ire for the tyrant and pure spite drove him to survive and kill him. For the years of torment and Vegeta’s suspicion of his role in his people’s demise.

He would take back all that was promised to him.

The double doors slid open and admitted the Saiyans into the heart of the base where they found Frieza with his back to them, finishing off a conversation with the captain of another base somewhere in the cosmos. The screen in front of him blinked to darkness again. “It’s never simple, is it Dodoria? It seems we’ll have to make a little visit to sector eight soon after all.” He turned to face them and the three bowed. “Ah, perfect timing. I just lost the patience for waiting around too long.”

"Of course, my lord." Vegeta rose from his bow, hoping the strain in his jaw loosened before he met Frieza face to face. "We hurried straight here when we received your transmission."

Dodoria snorted, but Frieza ignored him. "Obedient as always. I've trained you well. But I'll cut right to the chase." His crimson gaze shifted from Vegeta to his left. "I have need of your large nanny, prince."

It took a massive amount of control to keep the surprise from his face, but a glance at Nappa revealed he hadn't been near as successful, the giant blinking with a tensed jaw. Confusion was better than fear, though the three of them no doubt felt some degree of it. Nappa for his own life, Vegeta for the potential loss of his most loyal underling. Though dumb and weak compared to him, the oaf had proven himself more than useful over the years.

"I mean no disrespect, sire, but what would you have me do?" Nappa asked. Vegeta felt a rush of a breeze as the former General dipped into another bow.

"Training." The Acrosian emperor folded his arms behind his back. "I have an...interesting new recruit. A very capable fighter, but new to utilizing ki. As you know, I prefer my soldiers have more than a basic handle on their energy and using it. A few weak blasts won't cut it in the force, and I see potential in her power level if given some proper training in ki utilization specifically. I want useful soldiers, not dead weight."

Vegeta's dark brows lowered in skepticism, but before he could request further explanation of why he needed Nappa for such a task, Frieza continued on, proving his impatience and readiness to move on with whatever heinous plans he had for sector eight. "A combination of the reports concerning her and her people along with my own observations revealed they are not unlike you Saiyans in their lust for combat. A little less bloodthirsty, perhaps, but quick learners and more than happy to jump into any fight presented to them. This particular soldier embodies this to the Nth degree. I'm sure even your monkey brains have figured out my train of thought: with such similarities, what better teacher for her than a Saiyan of which I have three more than willing to assist with it? I chose your giant for his experience in the field since, if I recall, he had a hand in your training, yes?"

“That is correct.” A minimal one, but Vegeta couldn’t deny Nappa’s involvement in his early combat training. The basics of physical and ki-based combat Nappa taught the prince himself. Until the young Saiyan realized his own strength and it became a hazard to the advisor’s health. He had never been known for pulling his punches no matter the opponent, and with a formidable power level at birth, it wasn’t long before he could subdue Nappa in minutes. When a spar nearly cost him his life, Nappa decided besetting Saibamen on him would prove more effective, coaching from the sidelines rather than serving as the royal punching bag. Vegeta attributed much of his learning to his own natural prowess, however. A self-taught prodigy for the greater portion of his training and growth.

“Perfect. I know it will break your heart to be down one cohort, but I’m sure you and the other will manage for...let’s say a month. I believe that is more than enough time for her to adjust and reach the required levels. If not,” he chuckled and shared a smirk with Dodoria, “I suppose that will be the end of this little experiment.”

Of course this was all just some stupid pet project of his. A waste of time, likely, that would only serve to rob him of Nappa for much too long. Vegeta held his tongue and bowed his head again. “Very good, my lord.”

“Since I likely will not be here to assess her myself, I will expect daily reports on her progress starting tomorrow,” he told Nappa. “You two will continue your jobs as scheduled. I’m sure you can handle that a man down.”

“Yes, sire.” Nappa and Raditz mumbled their own affirmation in unison with the prince and took Frieza turning his back to them as their dismissal. They each bowed once more and Vegeta turned on his heel to lead them back into the hallway.

Not until they reached the barracks sector and piled into the elevator did anyone dare speak, Raditz the first to express his thoughts on the matter: “You lucky bastard. You’re basically getting a vacation with a view.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes and pressed the button for the third floor with a huff. “Is that all you two think about? You don’t even know if that woman is the one he’ll be training.”

“Not all of us are content ignoring our needs like you,” Raditz retorted, folding his arms. “Besides, there’s a good chance it's her. She’s obviously new, didn’t even have armor yet.”

“Almost a shame she’ll have to change out of that outfit she was wearing,” mused Nappa, rubbing his chin. “Shit, even if it’s not her, having a woman around will be a nice change of pace in this place.”

Vegeta shot him a glare as they stepped off the elevator. “Your job is to train her, not bed her, Nappa.” He halted in front of his own door and typed in the four-digit code that offered him admission. He was keen on spending the few hours they had left before the final meal of the day without his cohorts. He had tired of them and their new strain of conversation for the moment. “Don’t do anything stupid that’s going to get you killed. You’ll be teaching her how to do it, after all.”

The prince entered his room, not caring for his subordinate’s reply as he closed the door behind him with the press of a button. He crossed his room to his bed and flopped down on it, arms folded tightly over his chest and a glare aimed at the ceiling. While the meeting with Frieza could have played out in far less favorable ways, it did nothing for his mood. He and Radtiz could handle the clutch of jobs assigned to them over the next month without issue, the possessive side of him balked at the idea of Nappa being anywhere but where he wanted him. What was the bastard up to with all this? Even if she was just a new recruit in need of additional training, there were thousands of other soldiers that could implement her training. His explanation be damned, Frieza hardly ever concerned himself with compatibility, so what was his angle? Was it just his own paranoia where the emperor was concerned frazzling him, or was there merit to his suspicions?

Vegeta groaned and flipped over onto his side, tearing his scouter off his face and resisting the urge to throw it against the wall. Patience was a virtue in short supply for him, but he had little other choice but to wait it all out. If luck favored him, though it rarely ever did, he would wash his hands of this mess entirely within a month.

#fic: recruited #// vegeta ♅#:: nabooru ☀

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cubeswhump · 4 years ago

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Will Not be a Victim for my character, Blondie.

The neglected Blondie. I need to get back to my Powers Verse too. And the immortal bitches. I have a Sweetie and Michelle story drafted though.

Warnings for mentions of violence, referenced torture, bit of ableism. Pretty tame compared to what I usually write.

The phone rang from her nightstand, and again, and again. Then it started pinging with texts: Terry-Ellen has spoken to me but my own daughter won’t answer her phone.

I’ll be arriving at your house at 6PM.

Blondiw growled and dialled the number. The phone rang only twice before the deep voice came on the other line: “Oh, so you’ve decided to stop ignoring me?”

“Fucking hell, Dad. I’m twenty-three,” Blondie reminded him. “Chill.’

"Language, Melinda,” he scolded lightly. “I don’t care of you’re eighty-three. You’re still my daughter and we just got you back. I need to be sure that you’re okay.”

"I'm fine, Dad."

"Are you really?"

Blondie pinched the bridge of her nose. Don't call him a nosy twat, don't call your dad a nosy twat. She breathed out. "You hired a fucking bodyguard for me. "That's humiliating enough, and now you're prying into my life like I'm a child."

"Language. Good lord, you take after your mother," he sighed. "Who are you embarrassed in front of? You haven't left your house in more than two weeks." His voice was so even and annoyingly calm. Blondie swallowed back the snarl crawling up her throat. "Is it really prying to be concerned about my daughter? I just want to know that you're okay. I haven't seen you since-"

"Okay, okay, I'll stop by tomorrow. No need to stop by." She knew her father would have some words if she saw the state her house was in. Tej wasn't hired to clean after the slob, and no one had patched up the hole Blondie punched in the living room.

"Are you sure? If I come over you can stay home and rest," he offered.

"You just got on my ass for staying in my house!"

"You know that is not what happened, Melinda."

"I'll be there at eleven in the morning, okay?"

"I'll expect you by twelve."

Blondie huffed and hung up as he chuckled.

***

Tej was prodding her. "Get up. We've gotta go soon."

Blondie lifted her head abd ahot rhe other wonan a glare. "There's no we. You're staying home."

"You know that's not how it works," she said, unfazed. "I'll make you coffee."

"Don't." Blondie pyr one foot on the floor and grabbed one crutch. The other must have fallen over at some point in the night, and Blondie whacked Tej with the crutch in her hand when the thin woman tried to help her retrieve the fallen one. "Scram, bitch."

"Very nice, " Tej said sarcastically, handing her the crutch anyway. She caught the crutch Blondie swung at her. "Have you ever considered treating the help like people?"

"Go on, call me a bitch. There's nothing in your contract that says you can't insult me, yeah?"

"I'll leave you to get dreased," Tej said dryly. "Your hair looks nice. Did you wash it?"

She shut the door behind her just in time for the television remote to crash into the wood.

Blondie had only worn bath robes and undergarments for the last few weeks and she hadn't gotten to modifying any pants to her new body. Skirts? No, fighting in a skirt wasn't a great idea - if she needed to fight. Fights were always possible.

Shorts. A pair of shorts, one sock, one combat boot. The left bood sat all alone and sad. She kicked it over. Hair in a bun.

"Your coffee, Blondie." Tej shoved the steaming mug right in her face while Blondie was trying to sneak out the front door.

"I told you not to make me coffee," Blondie grumbled.

"Coconut creamer and one Sweet-N-Low," Tej tempted her, voice sing-song.

"I'm getting coffee on the way to my dad's, shithead." And she was out tje door, slamming it behind her - or trying to. Tej caught it just before it closed and slipped out after her.

"Want me to drive? You can relax," Tej offered, reaching for the keyring in Blondie's hand. Blondie jerked it away.

"I'll relax when you're dead. It's my fucking car."

"Cool, cool."

Tej was in the passenger's seat before Blondie had even opened her door so she couldn't even lock her out. Tej smiled at her knowingly. Blondie gripped the steering wheel sp hard her fingers turned white.

Tej tried to make conversation throughout the drive and Blondie turned the volume up a few notches every time she opened her mouth. After a million years, she pulled up in front of the coffee shop.

"I'll get you an iced mocha cappuccino," Blondie said as she got out of the car. Tej was stepping out too.

"Nah, I wanna look at the menu," she replied. Blondie squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth, reciting the "calming phrases" from her counseling sessions as a teenager.

When was this place ever this busy? Blondie sighed as she joined the line, Tej at her side. "You know, you're paying for your own shit."

"That's fair," Tej shrugged. "Your daddy pays me weekly."

Blondie sneered at her.

The line inched forward. A woman and her child joined. Seriously, did the entire fucking town want coffee right now?

"Wow..." the woman said, her voice hushed. "What happened?"

Blondie didn't realize the woman was talking to her until she felt a tap on her shoulder.she turned around, finding the woman's wide eyes on her still-bandaged stump. The little girl stared too, reaching for Blondie's crutch. Blondie jerked it away from her sticky hand and scowled, but neither noticed.

"What happened?" the woman asled again. "Why don't you get a prosthetic leg?"

"I pesteres someone with intrusive questions and she pulled out a machete," Blondie snapped. The woman recoiled.

"Ma'am, you're being very insensitive, and you should teach your child not to touch anyone's mobility aids." Tej launched right into a lecture. "Please treat my friend as you would treat-"

Blondie's temper boiled over. She raised one crutch and bashed it into the woman's knee. Tej's hand clamped over her own mouth as the woman fell over with a screech, dragging her daughter down with her.

"Oops. My bad." Blondie turned her back on the pair.

"Did you see that?" the woman cried as she got back to her feet. The cashier looked over from the customer he was dealing with, frowning.

"I'll be out fast," Blondie promised the cashier. "No trouble."

They walked out with their coffees and gluten-filled breakfast, Blondie's coffee spouting steam that smelled of coconut... Something she could have gotten at home. Tej predictably got a mocha cappuccino.

"I mean," Tej finally said during their resumed drive, mouth full of bagel, "not that I blame you much, but public battery isn't a food luck."

Blondie turned the radio up higher.

The guard let them into the gated, cookie cutter community. Towering houses were identical, painted a cream not a shade lighter or darker than the house nextdoor. Perfect gardens, no blade of grass even a centimeter overgrown. One house had flowers a different shade of pink than the rest. Blondie might have struggled to differentiate the houses if Chase weren't waving frantically at the end of one driveway.

"Melinda, love, how are you?" The large man was coming at her with open arms as she stepped out of the car. She was too slow thinking of an excuse to get out of hugging her stepdad, and he squeezed her tight.

"Peachy," she told him.

He hugged Tej too before letting both women into the house. He was talking a mile a minute and Blondie let Tej handle the conversation.

"I see you brought beverages. No tea then?" he asked. Blondie shook her head. "Oliver's in his study."

"Tell him hi for me," Tej chirped, and Blondie decided she would not do that. She hurried away when the other two started discussing how much they lift at the gym.

115 pounds? Unimpressive, Tej.

She didn't bother knocking on the mahogany door, throwing it right open. "Yo."

Oliver swiveled around in his chair like a James Bond villain. He even looked the part with his coiffed grey hair and serious expression. "Good morning, Melinda. You were almost on time. Have a seat."

"Nice to see you too," Blondie said sarcastically, falling back ontp the plump sofa.

"Oh, no, you're covered in crumbs! Why didn't you brush yourself off outside?"

"Just vacuum later. I had a muffin."

Oliver sighed, turning back to his laptop. "Depending on your recovery time, we'll get you fitted for prosthesis." He flicked through images. Some were very realistic and even matching her skin color, others clunky and robotic, some abstract and hardly resembling a limb. "We should find a design that fits your activity level, preferably a more realistic one. No one has to know. At that point we'll get you to that physical therapist I've been talking to, and-"

"Whoa, hold on a minure. Don't I get a say?" Blondie snapped. "And who said I want a realiatic one? Maybe I don't want to pretend I'm fucking normal."

"Whatever you want, darling. But I'm not going to let you hold yourself back."

"You tell me to take it easy abd slow down and then you get on my ass for being behind the curve. The fuck is that?"

Oliver sighed. He turned back tp his daughter, choosing his next words carefully. "I know how much you enjoy your hobbies. I think it'll be better for your mental health if you get back into dance and martial arts soon."

Back into dance. She was already the largest girl in the studio, dwarfing the tiny instructor even when she was twelve. Skilled as she was, she never had a ballerina's body and her instructor's main complaints were her thundering footsteps and "unladylike gait". Well, at least pointe shoes wouldn't hurt a prosthetic leg.

"It's my body and my life," Blondie reminded him.

"And it's my money that pqid your medical bills," he shot back. She rolled her eyes. "Melinda, you know I just want what's best for you. I want to help you. I need to help you."

"Help yourself first," Blondie snarled. "How's your boytoy?"

"I've been married to Chase since you were eight. Stop calling him my boytoy," Oliver sighed. Any other time, Blondie might have laughed at how annoyed her dad got when she mocked his husband. "And fifteen years isn't such a significant age difference when you're out of your twenties."

"He's a gold-digger."

"He's well worth what he costs, and he loves you like his own daughter. Come on, stop changing the subject. You mean so much to me. You were the victim of such a-"

"I'm not a victim," she hissed, leaning forward in her seat. Her eyes narrowed. "If anyone's a victim, it's that bitch Camilla. You know, queen of the cabbage patch."

Oliver's eyebrows knit together. "Cabbage patch?"

"Because she's a vegetable," Blondie said, and her father sighed heavily.

"I'm not denying that she's a bad person, but you don't need to be discriminatory. Other, much nicer people live with brain damage."

"Dad, shut the fuck up and listen to me," Blondie demanded. "I fought my way out. I'm not a victim!"

"Yes, yes, you're a survivor," he said in a voice like he was placating a toddler.

"No, I'm Melinda fucking Van Doren."

He lifted his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Before anything, you're my daughter and I want what's best for you."

"I actually know what's best for me because I am me."

"I'm your father. I know you pretty damn well."

"Yeah, okay. I'll keep in tough." Blondie started to stand, but Oliver held a hand up.

"Stay for lunch. Samantha made two extra plates."

It still weirded her out that her father had a cook. Her mother missed having servants after the divorce, but Blondie tried her best to keep her home free of employees. And she got stuck with Tej, the most intrusive Van Doren employee.

Chase brought two plates of chicken parmesan to the damn study.

"Workaholic," he said and rolled his eyes, kissing Oliver on the cheek. Blondie rolled her eyes. "Well, I've been having a lovely chat with Miss Tej while you two have been bonding."

Bonding. Sure.

Blondie stabbed into her chicken. She imagined it was the Queen - no, Camilla - that she was stabbing over and over, making sure she never recovered. Because she wasn't the Queen's victim.

She was Melinda "Blondie" Van Doren. She was a fucking hero and people would know that soon.

#bthb #bthb card #bth bingo #bad things happen bingo #bad things bingo #my writing #my characters #blondie #tej #whump #female whump #female whumpee #lady whump #past trauma #ableism tw

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conversationswithcole · 4 years ago

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I Drank the Kool-Aid

Alright folks, so I have been wanting to document my newest fitness journey for a little while now, but I didn’t want to jump the gun considering I am still VERY new.

For those of you who don’t know, I drank the damn kool-aid. I joined a Crossfit gym. Crossfit has always been something that I have deeply desired to try but was too nervous to step out of my comfort zone on my own to do it. Last year my rugby team started winter training at local Crossfit gym and unfortunately due to my work schedule I was unable to participate. I was super bummed because I thought that was my perfect opportunity to try it out without all the awkwardness and anxiety that would follow. In the meantime I joined your regular Blink fitness and continued to lift as I had been for the past few years. Fast forward to the pandemic when gyms closed and I partially trained for a half marathon until I gave up. At the time I wasn’t really doing any exercising for about three months besides an occasional run here and there.

I vividly remember going to Maine with Vincent at the end of July and how horribly uncomfortable I was feeling with my body. I was so insecure, anxious and irritable and it was hard for it not to effect my trip. After recently going out for dinner and drinks with some teammates, who were all signed up at the same Crossfit gym, I had decided it was finally time for me to give it a shot. I remember telling Sam that I wanted to take my first class and how nervous I was to show up. I got there early, which is very unlike me because if you know me you know that I am literally always late to everything because of who I am as a person. I sat in my car in full panic mode until Sam and Chelsea arrived and I wouldn’t walk in without them. I met my coach and he was super friendly which made things a bit easier but then he proceeded to literally torture me in the form of exercise. I couldn’t even perform the entire workout, I took ten thousands breaks and actually felt like I was dying. I will NEVER forget my first class. It was the biggest ego check I have ever had in my entire life. I signed up for a part time monthly membership right after.

It took me a few weeks to get comfortable with going to classes that my teammates weren’t in. Crossfit is intimidating as hell. You should see the babes at my gym. They’re so fucking bad-ass it’s hard not to be intimidated by their strength. It was about three weeks after my first class that I decided I wanted to sign up for an unlimited membership.

I instantly fell in love with the entire sport. In our current world rugby is non-existent and that’s a huge piece of my life that’s missing. There are so many similarities between the two that make me understand why people who love Crossfit, love Crossfit.

One of the most special pieces of rugby is the weaving of competition and sportsmanship. In Crossfit, the athletes perform with that same mindset. Everyone wants to be the fastest, strongest, finishes with the most reps in the AMRAP WOD athlete at the gym when it comes time for class. But the second they finish their last rep, before they can even catch their breath, they become your personal cheering squad. They won’t stop until you’re finished and they push you to get it done even when you don’t want too. They’re always there to encourage you, pat you on the back even when you fail and to offer their share of advice and knowledge. It’s an incredible feeling to be surrounded by so many supportive and uplifting individuals in an environment that is so challenging both mentally and physically.

I have always grappled with the unhealthy habit of comparing my performance to the performance of someone better than me. And even though between the coaches and athletes at my gym there are always people rooting for me, it’s hard not to look around and feel inadequate sometimes. Similar to most feats in life, in Crossfit what goes on in your mind determines how you perform physically. There are days where the last thing I wanted to do was show up to class and by the end of the workout I was riding this post WOD high that made me feel invincible. Then in contrast to that there are other days where I can’t wait to step foot into my little box and I struggle to get through the workout. At times I lack the ability to get my mind to come to grips with the fact that success is not and never will be linear. I don’t give myself enough credit and forget to acknowledge the fact that I am literally brand spankin’ new to this sport and four months is NOTHING. My brain thrives on constant reassurance, ask my coach Mike he can attest to that. I am so obsessive with executing each movement perfectly that I ask ten thousand questions even if I know what the answer is and I get anxious when I start to doubt my performance. I even get so nervous about staying after class to do extra skill work that I can only do it when Shannon is around to take me under her wing. It’s incredibly frustrating and even though I am able to recognize these that these obsessive, lack of self confidence thoughts are inside my head, it’s sometimes too difficult to rid myself of them.

Despite all of this, if we were to look back on my first month to now, I have made some serious progress. Each day brings a new challenge, a new goal and a new lesson. Like rugby, there is always room to learn and improve. One of the main reasons I love Crossfit is because it pushes me to do things I would have normally deemed impossible for myself. There was a time in my life where rugby was considered impossible in my life, and now here I am ten years later a co-founder of Long Island Women’s Rugby. On my best days at the gym I feel that same sense of empowerment, confidence and straight up bad bitch vibes that I get from being a female rugby player.

Another huge piece of rugby is the community that you become a part of after joining. I have seen many marriages, families, and life long friendships form between members of the rugby community. My life and who I am as a woman today is because of the people I met through rugby. I see that same sense of camaraderie at my gym. It’s funny because my 63 year old mother doesn’t really understand what I mean when I say I’m going to the gym. I’ll be gone for three hours and she thinks I’m at your average LA Fitness with a bunch of strangers lifting weights. One day she literally called me to see if everything was okay because I was there for so long. I have met so many people in such a short amount of time that I consider my friends. I genuinely enjoy their company and the more time that goes on and the more I get to know everyone the more I want to continue to come back. It is so important to surround yourself with people who make you feel good. You can do Crossfit anywhere, but part of the reason why I love it so much is because of my gym and the people in it.

It’s funny because as I reflect on my Crossfit journey I am reminded of my freshman year of rugby. When my roommate at the time, (now currently my best friend of 10 years), wanted us to join rugby I was too damn scared to get out of the car when we pulled up to practice. I made her lead the way and do all the talking while I stood there in silence. Who I was when I joined was completely different than the girl I was when I graduated. Freshman year of college was hard for me. I was homesick and I wasn’t sure being so far away from my family was what I wanted. I actually applied to schools on Long Island and was ready to transfer back home but there was something holding me back. Sure I could go home and play rugby for another school with a brand new team but something about that just didn’t feel right to me. I get that same feeling when I think about moving away from Black Bear.

2020 has been one hell of a freakin’ year, and as I sit here writing this I am in quarantine for the second time this month after my third exposure to the virus. December is really kicking my ass. Between the holidays, and losing my job and starting a new one and all this exposure to Covid I’ve barely been to the gym this month and it’s crazy to see how much that has affected me in my everyday life. If there is one thing I am most thankful for this past year, it is Black Bear.

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mementomorisam · 4 years ago

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( jared padalecki, 30, cis male, he/him ) Welcome to Hell, oops I mean Seattle, SAM WINCHESTER. Are you really a HUNTER from SUPERNATURAL? I’ve heard you can be SELF-LOATHING & STUBBORN, but you’re also COMPASSIONATE & INTELLIGENT. Regardless, you better hope your survival instincts are refined.

the basics --

Full Name: Samuel William Winchester. Nicknames: Sam, Sammy, Bitch, Moose. Date of Birth: May 2nd. Species: Human (’special child’ -- term used in reference to the people whom were fed the demon Azazel’s blood as infants) Occupation: Hunter (saves people from monsters, demons, ghosts, and other creatures of the supernatural variety) Known Aliases: Agent Hamill, Robert Singer, Mr. Berkowitz, Detective McCreedy, Father Frehley, Dr. Jerry Kaplan, Deputy Marshal Frank Beard, Detective Dante, Police Chief Phil Jones, Agent Page, Detective Bachman, and Special Agent Gabriel. Physical Appearance: Sam stands at 6′5″ and is of muscular build. His hair is brown and on the longer side. His eyes are hazel (appearing a light green or brown, depending on the light). While typically clean shaven, has taken to sporting some stubble as of late. On his chest is a tattoo (anti-demon possession symbol) that matches that of his brother’s.

Personality: Sam is empathetic, intelligent, and independent. He’s kind and compassionate, seeing the potential of good in others, even some supernatural creatures. He can be quite stubborn at times, sticking to what he believes is right even if it causes conflicts between himself and his brother. He also carries a lot of guilt and self-loathing, being aware of his past mistakes. Mistakes that have caused pain (physical and emotional) to those he cares about.

biography key points --

For a more in-depth look at Sam and his journey thus far, feel free to take a look [ here ].

At six months old, Azazel visited him in his crib to feed Sam his blood. Upon being discovered, the demon killed Mary (Sam’s mother) and set the house ablaze.

His older brother, Dean, at the tender age of 4 helped him escape the flames.

From that point on, John (his father) became a scarce figure in his life, choosing his desire for vengeance on the demon over his children.

Sam was forced to grow up living a hunter’s lifestyle, something that he resented and rebelled against. As soon as he could, Sam left the lifestyle, in favor of a more ‘normal’ life by attending college.

At 22, when Sam was preparing to take on law school, he’s reunited with his brother who inform him that stheir father had gone missing while out on a ‘hunting trip.’

While assisting Dean for the weekend, Sam eventually returned to school to witness his girlfriend (Jess) suffer the same fate as his mother, embarking him on the journey to find his father and the demon that took both his mother and girlfriend from him.

John re-entered the brothers’ lives only to be taken from them through a deal with a demon that exchanged John’s life for Dean’s.

Dean reveals a secret that John confessed to him before dying. That Sam had demon blood running through his veins and Azazel had evil plans for him. If Dean couldn’t save him then he would have to kill Sam.

During the journey to kill the yellow eyed demon, Azazel, Sam ends up trapped with others like him (psychics, special children) where they have to battle it out. Dean eventually finds Sam but is killed by one of the psychics.

Sam is brought back to the living when Dean makes a deal with a demon, exchanging his soul for Sam’s life.

Try as they might to find a loophole and save Dean’s life, Sam has to witness his brother’s death.

While his brother is gone, Sam is coaxed to indulge in drinking demon blood and tapping into his demonic powers by a demon (Ruby). An act that he quickly becomes addicted to as not even his brother’s return is able to stop him from this horrible behavior. Eventually Dean discovers the truth and attempts to help him.

Sam continues to put his trust in Ruby, believing she’s attempting to help him stop Lucifer from being brought to earth only to become the reason that the fallen angel is released when he kills Lilith (the first demon who had been attempting to break the seal holding Lucifer back).

Seeking to redeem himself for having released Lucifer, Sam learns he is to be the fallen angel’s vessel and, eventually, allows Lucifer to take control of him. While Lucifer is in possession of him, Sam manages to regain control long enough to open the gate to Hell and throw himself in.

Sam is returned to earth, though his soul remains in Hell, tortured.

Death returns Sam’s soul though a barrier is placed to block his memories of Hell. Eventually, he breaks through the wall that had been erected and remembers.

During this time the brothers are betrayed by Castiel (who had brought him back from Hell) by partnering with a demon and opening up Purgatory, taking souls into himself then proclaim himself as God.

With the wall between Sam and his memories broken, his mental state begins to deteriorate. He begins to have hallucinations of Lucifer that torment him.

The souls within the angel Castiel are returned but Leviathans are released in the process, setting the brothers on a new journey to stop them.

With Sam’s mental state in continual deterioration, Castiel intervenes, taking on Sam’s suffering and allowing the hunter to continue on with his life.

While on their journey to stop Leviathans, the brothers lose their father figure, Bobby. And it all comes to a head with the Leviathans’ defeat but Dean and Castiel are sent to Purgatory in the process.

With his brother gone, Sam begins to live a normal life.

The brothers are reunited when Dean finds a way to escape Purgatory and, eventually, Sam makes the decision to rededicate himself to hunting.

NOW -- (plot related)

Having discovered that there is a way to seal the gates of hell forever through three trials, the brothers (more specifically, Sam) set about completing them only to find themselves unable to do so when, after the first two trials had been completed, the world was set upside down by Chuck.

important relationships --

Dean Winchester [ brother].

John Winchester [ father ].

Bobby Singer [ father figure, mentor ].

Castiel [ savior ].

#[ about -- ] saving people. hunting things. the family business.#apertus intro

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trashyslashers · 6 years ago

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The dbd killers react to the entity forcing them to watch as they take away their survivor s/o possibly forever to use them as a bargaining chip to make the killer preform better [You can choose what killers as i couldnt find your character list for who you write for but if you write for clown id love if you could add him

YEEAAAAHH CLOWN REQUEST!!! i’m combining both of these since they’re so similar, i hope that’s alright!

Jeffrey Hawk | The Clown:

Saying he’s unhappy is a very large understatement. Jeffrey is livid. He’s been doing everything that this piece of shit Entity has asked of him, and it repays him by taking the single thing that brings him any sort of genuine joy? It makes his blood boil.

Jeffrey is a sadistic son of a bitch, but not towards you. He’s aware of the torture the Entity is putting you through, as it keeps giving him little taunting flashes of it in dream-like visions, and it makes him utterly miserable knowing that there’s fuck all he can do to stop it.

He’d be back to old habits, drinking himself into a coma if he could.

It wants him to perform better? Kill more? Up the brutality? No issue at all. If you thought you saw him at his most violent during trials before this, you’d be sorely mistaken because now he’s absolutely ruthless. He used to take joy in killing by his own hand but that goes out the window and it becomes sacrifice after sacrifice after sacrifice. He literally will (if it’s even possible) volunteer to do trials if that means getting you back faster.

While it’s not like he was a super happy person before, any sense of happiness or light in him is pretty much gone with you. You were all he had, but now you were gone and he wasn’t sure when, or if, the Entity would allow you back, so apart from killing he’d feel like there was nothing else to him.

Philip Ojomo | The Wraith:

Philip is absolutely heartbroken, confused, and conflicted. When he first came here, for a good while he absolutely refused to harm anyone and the Entity thoroughly punished him for that, but now it’s happening again - and this time it’s even more painful. He’s more devastated than he is angry.

Phil ends up pretty depressed for awhile, which ends up hurting you both in the long run because his performance in trials begins to falter. He was always trying his best to protect you, to love you, to keep you safe… and now he can’t. And it’s his fault. If he could, he’d cry for you.

Eventually, though, he’d relent and realize that the only way to possibly get you back is to do what he hates doing - harming people. The other survivors caught wind of what was going on, as your disappearance was incredibly sudden and no one was taking it easily, so he hoped that they understood why he suddenly was much less merciful during trials.

The Entity begins tormenting him with knowledge of what it was doing to you and it filled him with a dreadful sadness and a seething rage that he hasn’t felt since he learned Azarov had merely used him to kill and dispose of bodies. In a way, he’d feel like maybe he deserved to lose you because of all the killing he’s done - but he knew you didn’t deserve the pain the Entity was inflicting on you.

He’d be mourning you, in a sense. Unsure if he’d ever be able to see you again, and if you did if you’d still even want to be with him after all of it. His heart hurts for you, for your relationship, for the situation… unfortunately he had no choice but to improve his performance in the trials if he ever wanted to see you again.

Anna | The Huntress:

The feelings she’s overcome with are similar to the ones she felt back before she wound up here; the feelings of sadness and rage when all those little girls she tried so hard to care for died. She had you, she loved and cared for you, and just like that you were ripped away from her and she couldn’t get you back.

Very much like Philip, she was utterly devastated. Unlike him though, she can cry and she absolutely does. It’s a silent type of cry, but it racks her body and leaves her with a deep ache in her chest.

She uses the sorrow and anger as a means of motivation - which she knows is what the Entity wants. She isn’t as reluctant to harm as Philip is, as she knows that after the trials everyone is fine, but she isn’t as brutal as Jeffrey is. Her killing is quick - hatchet throws to the back of heads, get them on hooks, get out of there. She isn’t as enraptured by the thrill of the hunt like she used to be - her main concern is doing what she needs to to get you back.

Any belonging of yours that was left behind… whether it was an article of clothing, jewelry, whatever, would be tucked into the waist of her sarafan or on her somewhere. It was her way of keeping you close to her as if you were still there.

Frank Morrison | The Legion:

Like Jeffrey, Frank is absolutely pissed about the situation, but he’s more silent and brooding about it. Aside from Julie and a few random flings in his past, you were really the only one he’s ever felt any sort of romantic connection with - and Frank is pretty possessive over his partner.

He really did not understand why the Entity decided he wasn’t performing good enough in the trials - he usually got at least 2 sacrifices, and mercy was shown next to never. He’s more annoyed than he is angry, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t incredibly worried.

The Entity kept giving him glimpses of the pain it was putting you through; both mental and physical anguish that he hoped you you weren’t going through constantly. Knowing you were suffering was enough to push him to up his job in trials, any inhibition he had going out the window.

The other three noticed he wasn’t himself anymore. He was a lot more silent, his temper was worse, and he picked fights more. Him and Evan almost got into a physical fight because Frank kept pushing his buttons but luckily Jules was able to diffuse the situation.

Frank becomes especially violent in the trials, often stabbing and mutilating other survivors up, more than what’s probably necessary, before throwing them on hooks. If the Entity wants blood in exchange for you, then that’s what it’s going to get, tenfold.

#request #dbd x reader #dbd headcanons #the clown #the wraith #the huntress #the legion #frank morrison

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psychomoxxie · 5 years ago

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Don’t Say You Love Me (Falling For A Psycho Girl)

So if you read the last post, you know i’m just dragging myself by the teeth and unkempt nails out of the dumpster fire that is my so-called “heart”;

I.e., yet another relationship bit the dust. The first one in 4 years. It was new, but i fell hard, because he was different and not an abusive fuck, was super-sweet, and had the brain-cooties too (not like mine, but still), so i could relate to him on a deeper level than most. But turns out, he’s already into someone else, if his FaceBook memes are any indication (which they almost certainly are), which makes me feel incredibly stupid and naive that i didn’t see it coming. He was probably talking to this girl romantically before things ended with us. Which puts things in a whole new light.

That light being — i am, and i reiterate, incredibly stupid and naive.

Which brings me to the next bit.

The very next day after things imploded in my face with this guy, a friend – a male friend – talked to me for three hours on the phone to cheer me up, make me feel better about my stupid little heart; and after we hung up, he messages me to confess to me that he’s in love with me.

Here’s the thing. It’s not that I don’t “love” this guy friend. In as much as I can feel love for him or anybody else. That sort of thing is reserved for a very small pool of people, and I’m not very good at it. Ask anyone who knows me, and they’ll tell you. I will disappear off the face of the earth for weeks at a time, and expect you to be ok with that. I have a hard time being emotionally available for most people.

My capacity for being In Love with a capital “L” is severely limited, and probably not defined in the way most people think of the word. I’ve experienced real, actual, true Being In Love probably twice in my life. Where it hit me hard, and i was both viscerally and emotionally affected by it, and wanted to put that person’s needs before my own and all that sort of thing, where i felt that gut-wrenching emotion when it ended for whatever reason. Where i felt emotions that had to do with THEM, and not just ME. Not just the selfishness of “romantic love”, which mostly has to do with how that person makes you feel, and less to do with the actual person. But when I did feel it, I felt it all the way. And crawling out of it is certainly no easy feat. In fact, I still love my first True Love — but he died many years ago, so there’s not much I can do about that.

I’ve certainly developed feelings, even felt love for a couple people I’ve dated — which evolved into true friendships, which I consider to be a type of love that’s different from being In Love, though still very worthy and much more likely to occur in a person’s life multiple times. Those instances of love are the people that i still speak to, despite whatever pain it cost to get us here, because we still actually had a real connection after the romantic bit ended. (The guy in the photo being one of those).

Of course, the question is, was it genuine Love ™ i felt for the Guy I Fell For if it wasn’t actually reciprocated? If he’s already moved on to someone else, then clearly it was one-sided on my part since i still have feelings, and he clearly does not.

I don’t know. The thing is, I can’t transfer my feelings from one person to the other so quickly. Or at all. Because for me, I rarely feel them to begin with.

Oh, in the past i’ve felt serious infatuation. When i was younger and unmedicated, i was capable of obsessive infatuation. Of course that ended when that person’s flaws came to the light, or they disappointed me. I see this one’s flaws quite clearly and still have the feelings. I hate it, but there it is. Maybe that’s the problem. For him, it was just infatuation.

Part of the problem of being a Psycho bitch — like, literally, I have ASPD (Anti-Social Personality Disorder, my secondary diagnosis, and it’s not severe, but it’s significant enough to be problematic. This is the first time I’ve talked about it, because the stigma surrounding it is so fucked up) — is that it’s not easy for me to connect with other people. Not in any genuine way. It’s considered to be, in my and many cases, the result of certain childhood experiences. It’s a fairly common reason for this fairly uncommon disorder. A protection that the brain constructs as a result of physical and psychological trauma. I recognize it, and i try to work on it. It’s not easy.

Here’s where the Mental Illness Education Bit comes in, folks. Because yeah, we’re doing that now. ASPD is a relatively new diagnosis – or rather, TERM for a diagnosis (in general, and also for Yours Truly), and it’s often interchanged with Sociopathy, which is often interchanged with Psychopathy. It’s not a Mental Illness, per se, but a Personality Disorder. Which might be wrong, for me, since it’s co-morbid with Schizoaffective Disorder which has some symptoms in common, and they gave me my ASPD diagnosis several years ago for what they thought previously was Bipolar – which is fairly obviously not my problem. I don’t have mood swings, per se, but i do have impulsivity, and lack of empathy, and other things that jive with the ASPD diagnosis. Apparently, my being slightly Sociopathic makes more sense. Honestly, i sometimes think they just liked slapping the label on a woman because it’s so rare.

On the other hand, it does kind of fit, if i’m going to be honest. I’m very good at the whole social mask thing. And i don’t feel things normally – haven’t ever, really.

I’ve never murdered anyone (yet), but i will certainly admit to having a lack of conscience or empathy where many things are concerned. Or, perhaps just a lack of emotion in general. My psychiatrists say it’s due to severe PTSD and trauma. As is true for many people with the disorder, as i mentioned.

The misapprehension people have, however, is that people with the disorder NEVER connect, or are incapable of it. This isn’t true. When we do connect, it’s definitely genuine and deep. We just don’t do it with many people at all. Mainly this is because we’re basically self-centered and pretty selfish. And not very “nice”. We have to work at it. We aren’t “empaths” or any of that new age crap. We don’t connect with the outside world very easily, or well. We can be manipulative. And in some cases, fairly narcissistic. Definitely overly-logical when being emotionally sympathetic is clearly called for.

But every once in a while, i really connect with somebody. And when that happens, it’s really not easy to let go. But when i finally decide it’s time that i do, it’s like that person never existed. It’s very black and white. Again, a protective thing my brain does, i suppose.

And God knows what I did to fuck things up with The Guy I Fell For, because that’s just it — i will do things out of my inability to be empathetic sometimes. Or patient. People will tell me that I’m sweet and kind, but really I admire those qualities in others, and try very hard to emulate them. I think I have those qualities in me sometimes, but I have to work at them. The very few people I do love bring them out in me. But even so, I fuck it up. Often. I didn’t have anything to model it after growing up, you see. So my version of compassion and normal love and affection looks rather like Helen Keller’s version of trying to describe the color blue, I rather suspect, sometimes.

But, i digress.

So, this friend – we’ll call him The Limey (because oddly enough, he’s also living way the fuck in another country) confesses his love for me, and i realize off the bat that my emotional response is all wrong. The wheels in my head are turning in all the wrong directions. It’s a welcome distraction, and an ego boost, and i latch onto it like a drowning woman for about a day. In some ways, he’s a perfect match for me. We’re good friends. He’s single, a talented musician, whipsmart, witty, kind of an asshole in all the right ways; he’s willing to come right out and tell me how he feels. He’s incredibly attractive, and sexy as Hell. He wants me to leave the damn country with him, for fuck’s sake. All the things i so desperately want. And, yes, i do like him, a lot.

But do i Love ™ him? No. Which comes into stark relief when he pisses me off by being a jerk to one of my friends – someone i do love (not romantically, but definitely love) and my first reaction is FUCK this Limey. I don’t even give him the benefit of the doubt.

My emotions are so shut down at this point that i can’t even conceive of giving the Limey a chance. Him, or anyone else for that matter. Because i’m done. I’m done connecting with people for a good while. I have the very few people in my little Universe of Discourse, and that’s all i need.

Clearly, the point here is that i’m damaged, but i’ve always been. I don’t think it means i need “help”, and i certainly am not asking for sympathy. I’m perfectly aware that i am fucked up. In fact, on one level, i’m happy to know that i’m still capable of falling for someone, as misguided as it may have been, and as hurt as i am from the way it all ended. It shows me that i do, in fact, still have a soul. That i’m capable of actually feeling something real, as opposed to my usual screwing around with abusive men — which is not love, but some weird head game i put myself through out of some need to torture myself.

Soooo, this post digressed wildly.

The point IS, i was flattered and moved by this friend’s declaration of love for about 48 hours before he pulled some crap that made me want to beat him over the head with a tire iron, and then i responded in my usual unsympathetic and offhand fashion because that is my default.

I’m fairly convinced at this point that i should just avoid romance altogether. I’m obviously bad at it, i pick the absolute wrong person nearly every single time, and then wonder why i’m miserable. Then i spend the next 3-4 years perfectly happy all by myself, which is just long enough to forget how miserable relationships make me. Rinse, repeat.

Plus there’s that whole thing where i have to explain that i’ve got the Brain Cooties…or Brain Worms (thanks, Jay, for that new term), which is never a fun conversation; like, “No, dear, i’m not going to knife you in your sleep, and no, i don’t hear voices telling me to roast your spleen with a nice Chianti. At least, not usually. NO, BABE. THAT WAS A JOKE…”

I just…i can’t.

If i end up like one of those old ladies with her cats living with her female roommate in the boondocks collecting furballs and molding them into puppets and selling them on Etsy, then so be it. Right now, it seems like the sane choice.

*photo of me and The Samurai – dear friend and fellow artist

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melodiouswhite · 6 years ago

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Classic literature vine compilation: The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, pt. 02

A/N: Here is the second part of the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde vine compilation! :D

Lady Summers: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of the items you have lost throughout your life.

Utterson: It WOULD be nice to get my sense of purpose back.

Lanyon: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Poole: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Jekyll: My will to live! I haven’t seen this in years!

Hyde: Mental stability, my old friend!

Lady Summers: Gentlemen, could you lighten up a little?

Jekyll, singing: This is the day, see it sparkle and shine-

Jekyll, singing: When all I've lived for, becomes mine!

Hyde: Lol, nope.

Lady Summers: Look at your glasses, gentlemen. Do you think, that they're half full or half empty?

Utterson: Half full.

Jekyll: Half empty.

Hyde: You haven't even touched it yet!

Lanyon: It's a glass of champagne.

Lady Summers: Well, I see a glass that's half full and half empty.

Lady Summers: And I think, that I should drink my champagne already.

Board of Govenors: Get murdered by Hyde one by one.

The whole city: OMG, SOME HYPOCRITICAL SICKOS GOT MURDERED HOW TERRIBLE!!! EVERYONE PANIC!!!

Me: Oh for fuck's sake, it's 1880s London, people get murdered every fucking hour!

Lady Summers: Being a telepath has its downsides.

Hyde: Like?

Lady Summers: You know, how I can control, when I look into other people's minds, but keep hearing their thoughts all the time, as if they were talking out loud?

Hyde: Uh, yeah?

Lady Summers: Well, sometimes I hear things that literally no one wants to hear.

Hyde: Is that why you're so grumpy right now?

Lady Summers: You'd be grumpy too, if you had to listen to someone thinking about bedding their own mother.

Hyde: …

Lady Summers: Dammit, me and my big mouth.

Hyde: What? I don't have a mother.

Lady Summers: No, but hearing you think about your physical exploits with Dr. Jekyll isn't much better.

Lady Summers: I like to believe that I'm a tolerant, open-minded person.

Lady Summers: I'm very nice.

Lanyon: You punched a baron in the face and gave him a black eye, Milady.

Lady Summers: That twit made fun of your beautiful eyes. He clearly asked for it.

Lanyon: … O///O

Lady Summers: I used to believe as a child, that insane asylums were places, where insane people were cured.

Lady Summers: *scowls* But then I realised that they're just suburbs of hell, where the patients are treated like criminals at best and animals at worst.

Jekyll: What happened?

Lady Summers: I saw one.

Lady Summers, a German noblewoman living in England in the 1880s: Since the relationship between Britain and Germany is beginning to get complicated, people keep asking me, where my loyalties lie.

Lady Summers: They lie with my home country.

Lady Summers: And it's not Germany.

Lady Summers: Doctor Jekyll, what are you doing?

Jekyll: Monologuing.

Lady Summers: …

Lady Summers: Doctor, that's not how you confront the person who ruined your life.

Lady Summers: And I'm not referring to Mr. Hyde here.

Jekyll: …

Jekyll: Is this … chamomile tea?!

Lady Summers: Yes. Now stop sulking, chamomile tea is healthy for your digestion.

Jekyll: I know that! I'm a doctor, Milady!

Lady Summers: Why are you not drinking, then?

Jekyll: Chamomile tea is disgusting!

Lady Summers: …

Lady Summers: I swear, I'm talking to a five-year-old.

Lady Summers: I try to be as British as possible.

*something is out of place*

Lady Summers: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MOVING THE FURNITURE IN MY HOUSE??? AND WHERE ARE MY FOUNTAIN PENS?!?!

The butler: She's trying.

Jekyll, Utterson & Lanyon: …

Jekyll, singing: The world has gone insane!

Hyde: Nah, sweetheart, it's just you.

Hyde: I'm very generous! What about that one time I gave blood?

Utterson, suspiciously: Whose blood?

Hyde: *shrugs* Some guy's.

Jekyll: I've had about enough of your sarcasm.

Hyde: Just about? So you could have some more, if you wanted through it.

Jekyll: That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Lady Summers: I, uh, I stayed up way too late.

Lanyon: Why don't you stay awake all day and then go to bed, like, at nine tonight.

Lady Summers: That's a risky fucking move.

Lanyon: Do it anyway.

Lady Summers: I'm gonna do it anyway.

Jekyll: Hastie, why am I so ugly?

Lanyon: You're not. Literally every single person you know has told you that you're good-looking.

Jekyll: Yeah, but they're just saying that, because they feel bad for me.

Lanyon: Feel bad for you?! No, no.

Lanyon: Well, most of us find you bloody annoying.

Hyde, holding a mouth harp: You play it, you get a hundred million pounds. But a hundred million people will die.

Hyde: *plays the mouth harp*

Utterson: EDWARD, NO!!!

Hyde: Henry, I don't want to continue torturing you.

Jekyll: *sighs* Yes, you do.

Hyde: YES! YES I DO!!! >:D

Hyde: Your honour, I'm not trying to bribe you, but would you like this other half of this cosmic brownie?

Utterson: Dear god! *_*

Utterson: THIS MAN GOES FREE!

Utterson: Would you rather fight a bunch of kindergartners-

Hyde: I wanna fight kindergartners!

Utterson: That's not even the whole-

Hyde: THOSE KIDS ARE GETTING SLAPPED!

Hyde: Well, I'm not gonna tell you anything!

Lady Summers: Is that so? Well, I suppose I'll keep this delicious nougat to myself.

Utterson: Mr. Hyde, now that I have you strapped to this chair, you will come.

Hyde: Now, that's what I call bondage!

Utterson: If it pleases the court, I might read a direct quote.

Judge: I'll allow it.

Utterson: *reads out loud* "I'm literally crying."

Hyde: I WAS NOT!!!

Utterson: YOU WERE!!!

Jekyll: Are you ticklish?

Hyde, thinking: Oh god, I don't wanna say yes, because I then get tickled, but if I say no, he might get suspicious and then tickle me anyway, so I don't know-

Jekyll: Where's the entire box of cookies that I just bought.

Hyde: That's almost an accusatory tone-

Hyde: -but there is none. Yeah, I ate the whole box, because I have no self-control.

Utterson: Do you wanna take our relationship to the next level?

Jekyll: Yes, but I have to warn you: I'm a bitch in the boardroom AND A MONSTER IN THE BEDROOM!!!

Simon Stride: Hey, Lisa, wanna marry me?

Lisa Carew: I SAID NO FIVE TIMES, GET A CLUE!!!

Simon Stride, holding a game of clue: Hey, Lisa-

Lisa Carew: GODDAMMIT!!!

Jekyll: Do you ever lay down, and then you start to cry for a bit and you don't know why?

Jekyll: Can you file this?

Hyde: Oh yeah, just gimme a sec, 'cuz I'm in the middle of this huge existential crisis right now and it's almost time for my daily breakdown, so …

Jekyll: I was wondering, if you wanna go out?

Lanyon: Yeah. *opens the door*

Jekyll: Where are you going?

Lanyon: Out. The farther away from you, the better.

Priest: Where's the holy water?

Hyde: *innocuously sipping from a cup*

Jekyll: So many women and men like me, it's, like, really annoying.

Hyde: … *inhales*

Hyde: NNNNAAAHH-

Lanyon: Alright, if you were a flower, what would you be?

Lady Summers: I'd be a little-mist-camellia, because nobody knows I exist.

Lanyon: Very educated!

Lanyon: Oh cool, a mood ring! What does blue mean?

Hyde: It means "don't talk to me".

Lanyon: What does purple mean?

Hyde: Also "don't talk to me".

Lanyon: What does green mean?

Hyde: *holds up middle finger* Did you notice the finger it's on?

Lanyon, when meeting Lady Summers for the second time: Hey, I know you!

Lady Summers: You don't know me. I don't even know me.

Lanyon: Nice to see you again!

Lanyon: Listen, Milady, if you don't change your attitude, I'll have to talk to your husband.

Lady Summers: …

Lanyon: … Wait.

Lady Summers, a widow: If you figure out, how to talk to my husband, please let me know.

Lanyon: Alright, Milady, if you were an animal, what would you be?

Lady Summers: I'd be a black sheep.

Lanyon: Okay, very expressive!

Lanyon: Okay, if you were a fruit, what would you be?

Lady Summers: I'd be a tomato, because no one accepts me as part of the group.

Lanyon: … Very creative!

Lanyon: Alright, if you were an office supply, what would you be?

Lady Summers: I'd be paper, because everyone uses me and then throws me away.

Lanyon: … Very descriptive!

Lanyon: Milady, if you were a sweet, what would you be and why?

Lady Summers: I'd be black liquorice, because nobody likes me.

Lanyon: I'm sure, someone does!

Lanyon: In fact, I do!

Jekyll: Bye! Have a good day!

Lanyon: Have a great day!

Jekyll: Have an amazing day!

Lanyon: Have an incredible day!

Jekyll: HAVE A MAGICAL BLOOMING DAY, YOU SON OF A-

Lanyon: If you were a spirit animal, what would it be?

Lady Summers: I'd be a unicorn, because nobody believes in me.

Lanyon: Very imaginative!

Jekyll: It was nice to meet you.

Lanyon: It was great to meet you.

Jekyll: It was wonderful to meet you.

Lanyon: It was fantastic to meet you.

Jekyll: IT WAS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU, LITTLE BUGGER-

Lady Summers in public, singing: I wanna be where the people aren't. -_-

Lady Summers: *ominously* No one will ever find your body-

Lady Summers: *cheerfully* -as attractive as I do! Let's grab dinner!

Lanyon: O///O

Lady Summers: Oh my god, is it really that late? I should go outside!

Lady Summers: *opens the front door and looks out*

Lady Summers: That's enough.

Hyde to Utterson: I love waking up next to you, babe.

Hyde: But I fell asleep on the left side and woke up on the right-

Hyde: *grabs a knife* -SO WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO LAST NIGHT?!

Jekyll: Hey, what are you doing tonight?

Utterson: More like, who am I doing, amirite?

Jekyll: …

Utterson: …

Jekyll: …

Utterson: … I'm not doing anything, what's up?

Utterson: When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

Hyde: Well, unless they give you water and sugar, your lemonade is gonna be pretty sucky.

Utterson: …

Utterson: This elusive creature has been dwelling in this room for the last three days and-

*Hyde comes dashing out of the lab*

Utterson: OH MY GOD, THERE IS IT, IT GRABS SOME FOOD-

*Hyde retreats back into the lab*

Utterson: -aaand it's gone.

Utterson: Story time! Into the bag he snuck, looking for treasure!

Hyde: *runs away giggling*

Poole: He's looking for my sweets. :)

Utterson: Oh, but his plans were foiled! XD

Lanyon: *ominously* I'm gonna chop you up-

Lanyon: *cheerfully* -SOOOME FRESH VEGETABLES TO HELP MAINTAIN YOUR KILLER SHAPE! *starts cutting vegetables*

Lady Summers: *thinking* Cute.

Lady Summers: *ominously* Your days are numbered-

Lady Summers: *cheerfully* -WIIITH THIS FRIENDSHIP CALENDER TO MARK YOUR FUTURE SUCCESSES! *laughs*

Lanyon: *laughs*

Lanyon: *ominously* You're just one Claude-

Lanyon: *cheerfully* MOOONET PAINTING, BECAUSE YOU'RE A WORK OF ART! THAT SPARKLES! :D

Lady Summers: v///v

Lady Summers: *ominously* Drop-dead-

Lady Summers: *cheerfully* GOOOORGEOUS, that's what I'd call you with or without this blush! :D

Lanyon: O///O

Lanyon: *ominously* I want you to get lost-

Lanyon: *cheerfully* -IIIIIN MY EYES AS I GET LOST IN YOURS!

Lady Summers: Alright! :D

Lady Summers: *ominously* We should break up-

Lady Summers: *cheerfully* -YOUR BUSY SCHEDULE FOR SOME WELL-DESERVED SNUGGLE TIME AND CUDDLES! :D

Lanyon: Aww! :3

Hyde: Story time! There they were! And they were beautiful! As soon as they were seen, hearts swelled!

Poole: 'Cause I have your food? XD

Hyde: YEEEEE- :D

Lanyon: *ominously* You're so stupid-

Lanyon: *cheerfully* -LYYYY TALENTED! YOU DELICATE, BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY!

Lady Summers: ^///^

Hyde: What's it like, being tall?

Jekyll: I'll show you. *lifts him up*

Hyde: So beautiful. *_*

Utterson: Story time! He had no clue he was about to run into a BRIDGE!!!

Hyde: *startles*

Utterson: -That was nowhere near! XD

Hyde: Why the frick would you say that?!

Lanyon: Story time! NO MATTER HOW FAST HE RAN, HE COULD NOT ESCAPE THE DEMON! BUT HE WOULD NOT LET HIS SOUL BE TAKEN TODAY! XD

Jekyll: *throws his arms up* AHHHHHHH!!! XD

Lady Summers: Story time! On this blessed day, these two proclaimed their love!

Jekyll: AWWWWW, BABE! :D *tackles Utterson*

Utterson: *hugs back*

Jekyll & Utterson: *tumble in the snow*

Lady Summers: Oh shoot, are you okay?! XD

Lanyon: Story time! He'd been waiting his whole life for someone to sweep him off his feet! ;)

Jekyll: *sweeps Utterson off his feet* :D

Utterson: WHOA! :D

Jekyll, singing and twirling around with Utterson in his arms: AND CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIGHT- :D

Hyde: You think you're tough?

Lady Summers: Oh yeah!

Lady Summers: *brushes her teeth*

Hyde: -_-

Lady Summers: *whips out a bottle of orange juice*

Hyde: No!

Lady Summers: *drinks the orange juice* >:D

Hyde: *runs away screaming*

Utterson: THIEF! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOREVER!!!

Jekyll: WAIT, NO, WHAT DID I STEAL?!

Utterson: My heart. >///<

Jekyll: O///O

Poole: Story time! In every group of friends, there's the dumb one.

Utterson, Lanyon & Lady Summers: *point at Jekyll*

Jekyll: Really?! -_-

The others: *laugh*

Utterson: Hey Hyde, we got some ice cream out here!

Hyde: *comes out of the lab* ICE CREAM!!!

Poole: *knocks him out with a frying pan*

Utterson: … I'm shocked this always works.

Poole: I know, let's get the notes.

Hyde: I keep telling you, man, you gotta stop letting people walk all over you!

Jekyll, lying on the floor: Okay.

Hyde: What's wrong, kid?

Little girl: Nobody likes me! Q_Q

Hyde: All that matters is what's inside-

Hyde: *pulls out a gun* -your wallet.

Little girl: WHAT?!

Utterson: Oh, Miss got grief?

Lady Summers, 20 years ago: Yes, sir, my husband is dead.

Utterson: Oh, I didn't know you were married, may I congratulate!

Lady Summers: … *thinking* English people.

Lady Summers: Did you know I can read minds?

Jekyll: Really?!

Lady Summers: I'll show you.

Hyde, inside Jekyll's mind: AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Lady Summers: OH MEIN GOTT!!!

Jekyll: Yeah, I got a lot going on.

Hyde: Your honour! Permission to treat the witness as hostile!

Utterson: Permission granted!

Hyde: I'm gonna shoot you in the face!

Enfield: That'll ruin my day!

Utterson: You're being charged for murder. What do you plead?

Hyde: … I'm sorry, I was just doing this thing, where I wasn't listening, just staring at your chin.

Poole: Sir, there's been a murder.

Jekyll: Was it you?

Poole: No!

Jekyll: Was it me?

Poole: … No?

Jekyll: *sigh of relief* Okay.

Poole: Doctor, come out, come out, wherever you are!

Jekyll: I'm gay!

Lanyon: Where are you?!

Lady Summers: I give you a hint - Japan.

Lanyon: You're taking this game of Hide and Seek way too seriously.

Utterson: Do you want some vitamins, bro?

Jekyll: No, bro.

Utterson: Why, bro?

Jekyll: Because you're the only one, who gives me strength, bro.

Utterson: Bro!

Jekyll: I'm not a cake face. I'm an ice cream cake face.

Jekyll: Under this thick cosmetic frosting is my cold interior.

Hyde: Hi, I'm the cold interior! :D

Hyde: I heard you were checking out my boyfriend?

#1 random guy: Uh, yeah?

Hyde: *gets out a knife* WELL YOU'LL NEVER SPEAK TO MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN!!! *throws knife*

#1 random guy: *dodges knife* Sir, I'm a cashier, it's my job!

Hyde: Hey!

Utterson: *jolts awake*

Hyde: *holds a gun to Utterson's head* Who are you dreaming about?

Utterson: Uh, you? O_O

Hyde: Okay. Just checking. ^_^

Lady Summers: I don't always play the victim.

Lady Summers: But when I do, it ruins other people. >:D

Lady Summers: You can make fun of me. You can make fun of my life style.

Lady Summers: But if you make fun of my family, friends or clients, I'll make sure you'll never be able to show your face in public again.

Hyde: Why are you always on your desk?

Jekyll: Why are you always on my nerves?

Hyde: True, my bad.

Jekyll: I CAN'T FIND IT!

Hyde: What are you looking for?

Jekyll: My happiness.

Hyde: Your what?

Lady Summers: How tall are you?

Jekyll: Six feet.

*reverse*

Jekyll: How tall are you, Milady?

Lady Summers: *glowers* I am 4 feet, seven inches and nine tenths tall, I will destroy you!

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