#*spoilers* the inside of the lollipop have been already used

[rainbow--chameleon]

taken 2nd day of the last Con I've been to, thanks to Kidai Studio for having taken the ones w the black background! I'm v happy of my outfit, especially given that I've made it from an old damaged trenchcoat and as usual, upcycled items! I didn't make the lollipop though, I got it from my last trip in Italy, it's even bigger than the one I got from another trip in 2010!

made : top, wig, necklace, rings,leg warmers

customized : shades, skirt (cut out from the old trenchcoat), shoes, headbow

[sohcah-toa]

FRIEND | toa

❀ modern au | childe x f!reader

❀ NSFW | 18 + | Minors DNI

Synopsis: You work at a secluded convenience store every single night. Ever since your old 'friend' Childe saw you working in there, he hasn't stop flirting with you. You have to admit to yourself that you don't hate it but you also don't flirt back. You wondered what'll happen if you did flirt, so you did. Spoiler alert: something did happen and it's more than just a few kisses.

cw: nsfw (minors dni), one-shot, modern au, semi-public, public, childe x f!reader, filthy talk, cursing, fingering, food sharing, licking, unprotected sex, after care - look i just want to make this- MINORS LEAVE.

"Hey hot stuff, looking extra good today" HE said as he walked towards you with a lollipop on his hand, ready to pay. You sighed.

That HE has been bothering you since the first week you worked here at this convenience store. You've been friends with him a long time ago, in fact, you used to like him since he's very good looking and charming. For the record, he liked you too but nothing happened. He's the school's bad boy back then, with piercings, always breaking the rules. Surprisingly enough, he's not a playboy. Now, fate's pulling you in together after all those years.

"Still not acknowledging my sweetness, pumpkin?" He asked as you let him pay for the single lollipop he bought. You still don't answer.

He chuckled as he opened the lollipop and put it inside his mouth. "We used to be "friends". Can't I get a little hug?"

You like him like this, but you never answer any of his sweet talks, EVER. You just always finish the job. But this time, you feel different. He's looking extra good today and the way he sucks that lollipop makes you think about the impossible. It's like he's seducing you effortlessly.

You stare at him as he sucks and licks the lollipop, he stares right back at you. You feel the heat on your cheeks. You admit that you fantasize about him.. sometimes.. at home. Never when he's around. God forbid he knew what you were fantasizing. You gulp. Not taking it anymore, you break.

"You've paid, haven't you? What are you still doing here, Childe?" You answered, your eyes fixated on him. Those few seconds felt like hours.

This amused Childe. YOU said something other than convenience store stuff to him. For him, this is a chance.

He smiled at you and leaned forward, elbows on the counter, lollipop in hand "Do you want me to leave already, y/n"

There's just something about him when he calls your name like that. You feel hot suddenly, you're inches away at his face, nose almost touching, you feel his breath. You find it hard to breath but you never avert your gaze.

You don't know what's happening to you but you answered "No" maybe it's because of weeks of flirting or maybe it's because you can't help yourself anymore. You want him.

Your answer made Childe smirk. "Your wish is my command, princess" He sucks the lollipop again "You're lucky nobody comes here at night. This convenience store is so secluded"

You feel nervous but excited. You answered "Why am I lucky?" Heart beating fast, you can hear it.

You just stare at each other's eyes for a minute. Both knowing that they're hungry, communicating with one another. He pulled in closer, if the counter wasn't there, your bodies would have been touching.

You gulp, waiting for his move. He started caressing your face.

"How I missed this" He muttered under his breath

You smiled at him "I did too. Whatever did happen to us?" You sighed, now desperate for answers

"Hush, love." He put his mouth in yours gently, you can taste the lollipop still in his mouth. He chuckled slightly and said "I forgot that was even there"

The sense of pleasure taking over your body after that one gentle kiss. You take the lollipop from him using your mouth. He smirked

"That's how you wanna do it, huh?" He said, cupping both of your face, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you roughly this time. "The lollipop has gotta go"

You laughed "Yeah" You take the lollipop and throw it on your side. Pulling in again for a rough kiss.

You two were kissing roughly, he slid his tongue in, you welcome him and do the same. The counter is the only thing in your way from feeling his body. You curse the counter in your mind.

As if reading your mind, Childe pulled you in closer and you climbed up the counter with your knees.

"Childe.." You called to him, breathing heavily. How can he make you feel like this just from kissing?

You continued kissing roughly, tongues sliding into each other. Your heavy breaths fill the air.

He started to touch you everywhere using his left hand, his right hand supporting you from falling. He rubbed your waist, your hips and now down on your ass. He groped it and pinched it, that made you moan a little bit.

"That's what I like to hear" He told you in between your still rough kiss. He continued to caress your ass, his right hand which was before supporting you is now also groping your right cheek. You fixed your position, still sitting in the counter.

With both his hands groping your behind, you pulled yourself closer to him using your legs. You put your legs around his waist. Hoping to feel his bulging-- ehem.

"Nghh.." You moan as he began to kiss your neck. He licked it slowly, and started leaving hickeys

"Fuck.. You've got me going crazy just from a few touching and kissing" He muttered from under his breath, still on your neck.

"I-I want to feel it.." You can no longer hold it in. This was a chance for you to take a break from the kiss and breathe. But Childe didn't want to.

He pulled himself closer to you, letting you feel his bulging dick. Even with clothes you can still feel it poking your already wet pussy.

"Uhhh fuck y/n. Just from this?" Childe was clearly losing his mind. You're glad you're not the only one.

He began grinding his dick on your front. His other hand now touching your breast. He circled his fingers on your nipple. You arched your back a little bit.

"P-please.. let's just.." You weren't kissing but you couldn't finish talking, it just felt too good.

Before you start talking again, Childe pulled your shirt up, your bra down, exposing your bare skin into the cold air, he muttered "Wow.." You gasped a little bit. Suddenly aware of where you are, you tried to stop him but he quickly put his mouth over your nipples, earning your full moan.

"C-Childe.. we're in the.. nghh" You moaned as he continued to spin his tongue on your breast over and over again. Biting it, licking it. He licks and sucks your breasts in turns to avoid neglecting the other one, you can't help but to stroke his orange hair and pull him closer to your chest.

"I don't care" He muttered, still sucking your erect buds. You feel yourself going crazy. "Y/n, say you want me" he gently bit your bud and you can't help but moan louder.

"I-I want you" You didn't even hesitate answering. As he continues doing this, you see on the corner of your eye that there's someone about to walk past or even go in the store. "Damn it, Childe, there's someone"

Childe turned his head to look and you were right. He immediately stopped and covered you up with your clothes. You hopped down the counter and ran to the back of the counter. Childe started walking a little further away. As the man continues to walk towards the store, you fixed yourself.

With little time left, you told Childe "I thought you didn't care?" you teased him and he stared at you, squinting his eyes. Before the man went in, Childe jogged beside you behind the counter.

"Goodevening!" Childe greeted the man as he groped your ass, you gasped a little "What can we do for you?" he asked the old man

"Oh, I'm just gonna look here" The old man walked towards the chips area, you were completely out of his sight

Childe was still groping your ass. He slid his hand inside your panties pinching and slapping it. You chuckled a little. You weren't going to lose to him so you immediately grabbed his package. He smirked at you. He stopped groping your behind then grabbed your hand and put it inside his boxers. Your eyes widened. You can feel his dick twitching. He whispered his moans in your ears.

"Keep going.." He whispered as he licked your ears and bites it. He quickly put his hand inside your panties again, but this time in your front.

You looked at him, lust filling your eyes "Childe.." You muttered, you kiss him to muffle your moan. He started to rub your clit, first slow as if he's really trying to feel you, then he went fast. Moans escaped your mouth.

"Be quiet" Childe whispered "Do you want to get caught and be fired?" You shook your head no.

"If you want me to be quiet then stop doing.. that" You tried to muffle your moans by biting your lower lip

"Nope. Fuck, you look - so sexy doing that" He smirked and rubbed faster. He let a few moans escape his mouth too. With you rubbing his dick and all.

You thought it was time for revenge. You grabbed his whole dick and started going up and down. You feel him stop inside your panties as he let himself feel your hand going up and down on his dick.

"God.. I just want to fuck you" He whispered his moans, his head hanging back from the pleasure he was feeling. You circled your finger on the tip of his dick and that made him moan louder.

"Shhhh, Childe!" You stopped your hand, looked for the old man and you see him still doing what his doing.

You started to go faster and he started to moan more "You make me go crazy". Waiting for him to come but it doesn't happen. He said "Suck it"

You looked at him confused and gestured that the man is still here. Still he said "Suck it"

He pushed your head down, you knelt down in front of him. You're now facing his massive cock. You looked up at him and he was smirking.

"You look good in this view" He whispered then smiled. He looked for the old man and confusingly shouted "Yeah, you can go to the bathroom! I'll handle the customer"

He looked at you again and then you both laugh. But he immediately changed that into a serious face and said "Suck"

You pulled his pants down a little more and his dick popped out, he was fully erect. You started slowly, you licked the tip and then licked circles around it. He was holding your head but he's not bobbing it. Atleast- not yet. You licked on every angle, even his balls which made him arch his back.

"Shit.. Y/n, that feels so good" He muttered a moan. His moans are the one motivating you to do better. You started sucking it, from the first suck, you let his length fill your mouth, feeling his dick on your throat. You went up and down quickly. As he feels the warmth of your mouth, he let out a few quiet moans.

Seconds after this, you can feel his dick reach your throat on every move. He grabbed a handful of your hair and started to bob it, fucking your mouth. Childe turns to look at the man every now and then. You know Childe is about to come because he bobbed your head faster, you moved your tongue as he fucks your mouth to add more pleasure.

"I'm close" Childe looked down on you and you stared at him, trying to be sexy. You think it worked because you feel his dick twitch inside your warm mouth.

As Childe was about to climax, you saw Childe look the other way, you figured the old man was about to walk up towards the counter. You stopped, to tease him and he stared at you, mouthing 'What are you doing?! Continue!'.

The old man was slow and a little frail, you're guessing he also has poor eyesight. You stood up to let the old man pay and smirked at Childe. He groaned.

"You must be kidding me" He muttered, a little bit annoyed. You feel a little bit bad but also felt like you won since he has never been on edge. He pulled his pants up nonchalantly. He just stood there beside you, still annoyed. You let the old man pay and then he left.

You two, alone again. But not for long, your co-worker came in. It was time to end your shift.

"Who's this?" Your co-worker asked, pointing at Childe

"Oh, he's my-" You didn't even finish talking, he butted in.

"I'm her boyfriend" Childe said and you just looked at him. You sighed and went to the back.

You said "I'll go get my stuff and leave. Take care"

You started to grab your things then suddenly you felt someone hold your waist. Grinding against you. You turned your head a little bit and see Childe, his orange hair in your neck as he hugged you from behind.

"We didn't get to finish" He whispered, you felt his breath on your ear. He makes you feel good just by doing that. You put your hand on his orange locks and stroke it softly. He kisses your neck, but not long after he starts licking and leaving hickeys. You softly moan and bend a little bit, your ass feeling his now bulging cock.

"Childe.. ngfhh, let's just go and--" You didn't get to finish. He turned you around and quickly smacked his lips against yours. He entered his tongue and without hesitating you let it in, your tongues dancing with each other. Going in and out for another kiss, hungry for pleasure.

"I can't wait that long anymore y/n" He tried to speak, gasping for air before kissing you roughly once again. You let lust consume you, you let your hand roam on his body, you feel his abs, his broad shoulders, his face, his hair, his waist, hips, legs and dick.

He did the same to you, feeling every inch of your body before he strips you, removing every piece of clothing you have. You know both your moans are loud enough for your co-worker to hear but you don't care anymore. You want Childe inside you. You quickly remove Childe's shirt in between your kisses, you remove his pants and rub his dick.

"You're hungry" Childe smirked as he kiss and lick your neck. You moan out his name.

"Just put it in me, already" You moaned, you feel your pussy begging for a dick.

Childe chuckled, he was so sexy "Relax, my sugarbun. It's time for me to return the favor" He grabbed your thigh and held it up, he knelt down and started to lick your clit

"Shit.. Nghhgh" You moaned, even if it was loud, both of you didn't care. You grabbed his head and pulled him in closer. He took that as a signal, he entered his tongue inside your pussy hole and moved left and right, he moved his tongue in circles making you lose your mind. You arched your back and curled your feet, you had your eyes closed from all the pleasure he's giving you. "Childe.. mhmm" You moaned his name and he went faster. You looked at him, focused on eating you out.

The sight of him eating your pussy made you wet even more. He stood up and kissed you roughly, with him still holding your one thigh up, he entered his dick into your wet pussy. He didn't move yet.

He whispered "You're so wet. I love it" he kisses your neck once again. You feel his dick in you, and you just want him to move.

"Be quiet and just fucking move Tartaglia" You said as you kiss his cheek.

He looked at you "Woa.. Y/n, beg for it"

You pout and he kissed you. He still didn't move, he just continued to kiss your neck, this made you want him to move more. You didn't want him to win so you just started to move your hips. He moaned at your unexpected move. You can now feel his dick moving in and out of you.

But Childe has other plans in mind, he pulled his dick out and you tried to put it in again but he smirked. He let go of your thigh. You're both standing in front of each other, naked.

"Tartaglia!" You stared at him and groaned. You slapped him on his shoulder.

"I told you to beg" He said with a straight and cold face. Now, you really had no choice but to obey him. You want his dick in you so bad, you want to climax with him. You want him to wreck your insides.

"P-please.. Childe, I'm begging you, I want your dick in me" You stared in his eyes as you begged. Just after you finish talking, he pinned you on the wall, choked you on your neck and kissed you roughly, licking your mouth. He grabbed your other thigh, pulled it up and put his dick in you. This time, he moved fast immediately. The sounds of both your bodies colliding turns you on even more. Loud moans escaping both of your mouths.

"Nghhh"

Moans and the sound of your bodies colliding filled the break room. He moaned your name as he feel your walls tighten around his dick. Slowing down then fast again, your nails leaving marks on his back as he fuck you passionately. You feel his heavy breaths on your neck. You kiss roughly, not leaving enough time to breathe.

He turned you again, your ass touching his erect package. You bend your ass up, asking for it. Childe played with your nipples from behind before entering his dick into your soaked pussy. Both his hands on your waist, he thrusted faster. You move your hips to match his rythm, your hands on the wall to support you. He moaned as you move and then he smacked your ass.

With what he did, you moaned even louder, "Nghh, Childe.. again" and so he did, he smacked your ass again and again. Your moans and his slaps echoing the room. Now for sure your co-worker hears you. It doesn't matter. You were having the time of your life. Your mouth open as he smacks his dick in your pussy. You feel knots in your stomach, he keeps hitting that one spot, you feel so good, too good. He doesn't stop. "C-Childe! I'm coming!"

You came and it's seeping out but Childe doesn't stop. "Darling, I'm not done - but.." he can't help but moan

"Fuck.. y/n, almost there too" He went faster and faster. You turned to him and sucked his dick, he quickly grabbed your hair and bobbed your head up and down. He closed his eyes, feeling your warm mouth in his still fully erected penis. Your hands both on his hips, supporting yourself. You feel his one final thrust in your mouth and then he came. He didn't remove his dick yet so you feel it twitch inside your mouth. You look at him.

"Swallow it" He said as he smack your breasts. You obeyed him and swallowed, he removed his dick and grabbed your clothes.

"Let's get dressed up. I'm pretty sure your co-worker knows we had sex in here" He said, helping you get dressed first, and you helped him afterwards.

"Yeah, who cares?" You said and he was surprised by this, he chuckled. You added "So - anyway - boyfriend?"

"Yeah" he said and scratched the back of his head. He kissed you - this time it was passionate. He backed from the kiss and stared at you.

You blushed. "I've missed you"

— End

note: I know I posted my pinned post a few days ago and people followed me because of it so I really wanted to post this immediately! Don't want to let them down! Sorry this took so long, I played Genshin 😂 The new update is so beautiful. I want Kokomi. Anyway, thank you! 🐋❤

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ A FIRST DATE ❜

with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.

Request: Can I request a fluffy Coco imagine?? From his POV about their 1st date and his thoughts abt her and stuff? I really want some coco fluff lol. ❤❤🔥

BY ANON

Word count: about 1.7k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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“Brother, just be yourself”.

Angel thinks that Coco is giving it more importance than it really has, after trying different outfits, without finding the perfect one. He doesn't have many clothes, because he doesn't really need it. But now, he's really pissed off.

“If I act like usually, she'll kick ma' ass in fucking seconds”. He grumbles sitting over his bed, rubbing his face with both hands.

You two met at the hospital some week ago, when he suffered some kind of accident that left him blind in one eye, for some time. He felt his heart pumping because of love for the first time, when he saw you after cleaning his healthy eye. And before that, he was already truly fascinated by the way you had to calm him down using your voice. A sweet and honeyed tone that he could be listening to his whole life. He couldn't help but think how good falling asleep every night hearing you talking would be. It took him almost two weeks to ask you out, but he couldn't feel more happy when you said yes without letting him finish the question. Coco felt strange when he left the hospital after it, experimenting a bunch of sensations stuck in his chest that made him feel better than ever.

Now, his insecurities are coming into the light. Everything he touches ends up destroyed, broken. You are too pure for his shit. You don't deserve to take that risk. Taking off his phone from his pocket, he searches for your number. Gilly and Angel are looking at him intrigued, until they find out what he's going to do. The big one takes the phone off from his hands, while the oldest Reyes holds him to guide him towards the door.

“You're not gonna flake on her, pendejo”. He grunts, pushing him outside his house.

His brothers follow him to the meeting place, watching you sit on a bench waiting for him, after twenty minutes standing up and walking around the big fountain. You look beautiful, dressed with a pair of shorts, a baggy white shirt with the sleeves rolled up on your shoulders and black sneakers. He turns around, trying to run away from your life again, facing his friends.

“I can't”. He just says, with his hands almost sweating. “She's too much for me”.

“She's perfect for you, man!” Gilly rolls his eyes.

“C'mon, Coco, don' be a chicken and get the girl”.

Licking his bottom lip, he just nods in silence, trying to find the perfect words to encourage himself. Turning over his Vans, he starts his way towards you, doubting for some seconds. And he's about to leave when you raise your eyes from your phone. The smile you draw with the corner of your lips gives him a heart attack, knowing that he could die full of happiness right now.

“Hey, I thought you weren't coming”.

Maybe it wasn't the greeting he was expecting and he feels so sorry for having made you wait. Stroking the back of his head, he forces a grin.

“Yeah… I was… 'bout to not comen'”.

Your gesture turning from enthusiasm to disheartening, causes him some bitter shivers inside his chest. He has already fuck up the good vibes between you two, that borned in the hospital. Seeing you nod in silence, shrugging your shoulders, makes him feel out of air; trying to think something to fix it up.

“I really… appreciate that, at least, you came to tell me that this isn't going to happen… It would be… humiliating”. You whisper putting your gaze away from him.

Coco can see the way your lips are trembling, as if you were about to cry, and it's painful. For him, it's painful.

“No, mami, lis—”.

“It's okay, Johnny, you don't have to excuse yourself”. Waving a hand on air, you try to make it easy for him. “I get it”.

He's missing the boat, watching you turning around and focusing your attention on the screen of your phone again. Maybe typing to some friend to pick you up, maybe about to call anyone else. But finally, the orders from his brain move his body to stop you.

“No, wait!” He says somewhat loud, grabbing your left wrist. “I wanna date you. I wanna have a lot of dates with you. This ain't you, mami, but me”.

Looking at his hand confused, you travel his arm until finding his dark and desperate eyes, talking to you in silence. Begging you to listen.

“My life is a shit. A mess... A chaos. I… had this accident with my eye because… of a dogfight with another gang. I didn' wanna lie to you, you know? I think you're smart, and pretty and… you don' deserve a guy like me who is… always in fuckin' trouble and that… used to ride a bike that probably would never ride again, just… with a shitty work on a scrapyard”. Coco is getting more and more nervous because you're not saying a single word back. He gulps with some difficulty, taking a step closer to you. “I ain't a good man, I don' do good things, but… I really wanna date you, mami. I've never been so true in ma' life”.

And he's about to give up with a crappy sensation running his body, when you tangle your finger with the ones that were gripping your arm.

“Maybe you can teach me to drive a bike, so I can ride for you”. You just say, hoping that it's enough for him.

“That sounds good, ma'”. He replies with no hesitation, feeling like for the first time he's having a good opportunity in his life.

Watching you smile again it's like seeing a rainbow after a destructive storm, putting his arm over your shoulders to start a low walk.

“Do you like pizza?” You ask then, raising your head toward his.

“Yeah, 'course”. He answers with an incredulous gesture on his face.

“Okay, do you know a food truck close to the hospital, with red and blues stripes?”

“No”.

“Seriously?” You almost scream, breaking into laughs. “You like pizza and you have never tried it before?”

Coco shakes his head, falling in love a little more after hearing your laughter. That simple gesture has made him feel more happy than ever before.

“You're gonna really, really love it”. You say with emotion, moving a hand on air to highlight your words.

“I'm sure”. He chuckles nodding. “You look pretty convinced”.

And you weren't wrong. Maybe not everybody would think that sitting on an edge of a sidewalk, eating pizza, it's the perfect date. But for him, it's the perfect one. He can ask for anything else that hearing you talk for hours about your hobbies, about what you would like to be in five years, about the things the two of you have in common. And he has never talked this much, either. But it's too easy for him to follow the conversation and flow it into another one, until the night falls over the town.

Coco insists on walking with you back to your home, just to be sure that you come safe. And even if he has had so much fun, he's doubting if you would like to repeat it. Maybe at the end you were just trying to be kind with him, because he seemed so desperate for being with you for a couple hours, to not make him feel bad. And maybe that was the reason why you didn't want him to take you home. But the real reason is that your housemates are waiting on the porch for you to tell them how it was. As soon as they see you coming closer, they run into the house ashamed and laughing, making your cheeks burn when Coco notices what is going on.

“Sorry, they're like children…” You say hastily, stopping your steps and placing yourself in front of him.

“It's okay, ma'. My… friends are waiting too”.

Between the two of you gets installed an uncomfortable silence for some seconds, until he sees you holding your bag, looking for something inside it. He breaks into loud laughs when his healthy eyes focus on the heart shaped lollipop, that you're offering him.

“I heard you the day you visited the hospital, so… there's your reward for being a good boy”.

Coco takes it, shaking his head and showing you a funny smile, before catching you between his arms. Embracing you tightly, he places a kiss on your cheek. A lovely one. Pulling himself away, he opens the candy to tuck it into his mouth.

“The best one”. He says tasting the strawberry flavor of it.

“Okay, ah… I have three kids to take care of”. You joke about your friends, pointing at your house for a second. “I had so much fun today…”

“Yeah, me too… We can repe—”.

“I'm free tomorrow”.

Hearing you interrupt him, after realizing that he wants to have another date with you. Taking off the lollipop from his mouth, he leans forward to press your lips with his, shortening the distance between both. Feeling your fingers getting tangled in his shirt give him some pleasant chills, ending up pecking your lips gently.

“What about breakfast? I know a place with the best pancakes”. He proposes then, giving you an eskimo kiss.

“I like it”. You nod, kissing his lips a last time.

“Pick you up at ten?”

“Pick me up at ten”.

“Have a good night, mami”.

“You too, pirate”. Puckering your lips, he laughs again. “Enjoy it, you're gonna see again in a couple months”.

He frowns a little confused, drawing slowly a huge smile on his lips.

“Spoiler of your next doctor appointment”.

“Is tha' why you told me tha' I could teach you?”

Walking backwards to your house, he sees you happily nodding.

“'Am gonna marry you one day, you know'et?”

These words may have been somewhat precipitate, or at least that's what he's thinking until seeing you nod again.

“I hope it”.

“Shit”, he thinks to himself, licking again the lollipop; not leaving your hood until you're inside your house.

[jess-rewatches-prodigalson]

Speak of the Devil (S2, E2)

Damn. I love this show.

As usual, my time stamped SPOILER FULL thoughts are below.

As always, I reference Malcolm’s mental health. A lot. So if talk about depression/mania/suicidal ideation is going to be a trigger for you, don’t keep reading. 

0:14 - Hector’s back!! hahaha :) 

0:40 - So Martin is worried about Malcolm.....he could stop manipulating Malcolm if he’s so worried. That would make Malcolm feel slightly better at least. 

0:50 - What. A. Boss. That ambush was gorgeously executed *chef’s kiss*. haha how many times do you think Jessica has orchestrated this type of ambush on one of her children? 

0:52 - I love this outfit on Malcolm. Seriously - why is it sooo attractive when he’s not wearing a tie?

0:55 -........he’s not seeing Gabrielle....but but he had a lollipop last episode. Am I supposed to believe he buys his own lollipops? Maybe he bought some to throw the team off the scent? UGH. MALCOLM, SWEETHEART, GO BACK TO THERAPY. YOU’RE IN CRISIS. ....wait. I bet you he’s not seeing Gabrielle because she knows when he’s lying. He’s probably scared that he’ll end up telling her about Endicott. And I’m pretty sure that legally Gabrielle can’t keep a crime a secret regardless of doctor-patient confidentiality. 

1:02 - .....Malcolm didn’t know that he wasn’t paying his own therapy bills? WHO DID HE THINK WAS PAYING THEM?!?! Damn. Rich people, am I right?

1:10 - You ever wonder how many therapists Malcolm saw as a kid before they found Gabrielle? Just me? Cool.

1:15 - OMG. “Sexual in nature”?!?! Calm down Jess. He’s a grown ass man and even if it was sexual Malcolm sure as hell wouldn’t want to talk to his mother about his sex life. 

1:19 - Oh so now both of your kids are in a “good place”? Martin, less than a minute ago you were ‘worried’ about Malcolm. Further proof that Martin is a liar and we can’t believe anything he says. Ever. 

1:43 - Tom Payne’s physical acting during this interaction with Jessica is incredible. Ugh. Honestly, can I give him an Emmy myself? Look. Look at his face when he says, “You wouldn’t understand.” This is a teenage boy trying to hide something from his mom and is terrified that she’ll see the lie if he makes eye-contact. <3 

1:45 - You know, Jessica really isn’t a perfect mother (especially to Ainsley) but she does care about her kids. I love her for it. She actually shows more concern for her adult children than most parents with adult children that I’ve been exposed to. 

2:08 - I can’t decide if I love the music that was playing through that scene or if it’s just super cheesy and cringey. I mean “I did a bad bad thing” right as the title page rolls out? Kind of amazing but also super dorky. 

2:13 - So Mr. David hears this whole conversation. Malcolm talking about his guilt, Martin calling Malcolm a hero, and Malcolm saying that the only person he can talk to about his problems is Martin. Sooooo either

 Mr. David is being paid very well to keep quiet on Whitly family drama, 

 Mr. David stopped listening years ago.

 Mr. David is a moron who can’t connect the dots. OR

 Mr. David is going to blow this whistle on this fiasco to Jessica soon. I mean, he called her in the first season when Malcolm started visiting Martin. Mr. David has Jessica’s number...and I have a hunch that Mr. David cares about Malcolm. He’s watched Malcolm grow up into a troubled, bizarre, but very sweet man. 

2:14 - “Why are you calling me?” Malcolm sounds upset that Martin is calling him; so why pick up the phone? I mean, I guess Martin will call him back incessantly but still. 

2:19 - Malcolm’s completely honest version of how he’s doing mentally is heartbreaking. He “doesn’t recognize himself anymore”? Ugh. Baby. My heart is shattering. Someone hug him. OR TAKE HIM TO GABRIELLE.

2:30 - There is a moment when Malcolm says, “narcissistic psychopath” where is genuinely sounds like he’s about to have a complete breakdown. This boy is on the verge. My whump heart loves it and it makes me evil. 

2:56 - aaannnnnnd there’s Malcolm on the verge of tears. This boy. Ugh. <3 

3:00 - “It’s not going away Malcolm. The guilt. Take it from me.” Sooooo Mr. David isn’t a moron right? He’s going to connect the dots. He has to. ISTG Jessica keeps saying “No more lies” in the promos because Mr. David told her what he overheard. 

3:06 - And that is the face of a boy who is dead on the inside. Seriously, he’s spent his whole life trying to convince himself (and others) that he is nothing like his father. But here we are - all his fears confirmed and it’s killed him. 

3:20 - “Is this what you used?” Ainsley is talking about how Malcolm disposed of the body right? Because last episode she thanked Malcolm for covering for her. Sooooo she clearly knows that she killed Endicott even if she doesn’t remember it. I mean, she was covered in blood - Malcolm wasn’t. 

3:23.- OMG. Endicott was killed with the Milton family silver. hahahaha why is that so funny to me?

3:43 - Just how big is that gap in her memory? I’d truly like to know. When did she check out, when did she check in, and are those times different than what she’s letting Malcolm believe?

3:55 - Yeah - I still want to know why she moved in. COVID? Is she afraid she’s going to do something else murdery? Because surely, living in the house where you know you killed someone can’t be pleasant. Or easy. Unless of course Ainsley is more like Martin than we’d like to believe. 

4:09 - hahahahaha I am living for Malcolm’s facial response to Jessica saying, “I am in charge of boxes.”

4:22 - hahahaha Malcolm and Ainsley teasing Jessica about Gil is so precious. I love it. I wish they were always that happy. 

4:40 - Look at Malcolm’s face when he says, “You and a certain Lieutenant”. He’s practically giddy. Whether that’s because he’s thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to tease his mother OR because he’s always wanted Jessica and Gil to be together in that way that many children who grow up in single parent homes hope for a fairytale parental ending. My guess - a mixture of both.

4:45 - Ainsley looks delighted at the idea of Gil/Jessica too. I assume it’s because she loves the gossip and the opportunity to tease Jessica. BUT I also wonder what Ainsley’s relationship with Gil is like? Do they have one? 

4:58 - “Does he let you wear his turtlenecks?” OMG. bahahahaha comedic GOLD. 

5:10 - THIS. The evolution of JT and Malcolm’s friendship is everything. 10/10 would recommend. So sweet. LOOK AT HOW CONCERNED MALCOLM IS. <3 <3 Malcolm’s been calling JT?!?! UGH. This warms my cold dead heart.

5:20 - JT is a bad liar. This dude is not okay. 

5:27 - “When I say I’m fine, I’m always lying.” .....we already knew this but it hurts to hear Malcolm say is so nonchalantly. 

5:32 - JT does the sign of the cross....so he’s definitely religious. 

5:56 - “Holy...” “Watch it Bright.” hahaha how much do you want to bet that Gil took Malcolm to church once (1) time as a kid. It went so poorly that Gil never brought him again. Malcolm was probably questioning the priest and generally just asking a lot of “why” questions. 

6:15 - Gil is so done with the Edrisa+Bright banter. Look at his face - he’s just sooo tired. .....is Gil particularly cranky this episode because Jessica is dodging his phone calls?

6:23 - Malcolm looks pensive as soon as Gil mentions that the Father had been with the church for 30 years. Why? 

6:56 - I’m not going to lie. I’m really getting tired of the crap Dani (and even Gil in this episode - is he mad at Malcolm for avoiding him when he was hospital-bound? Or just cranky because Jessica isn’t calling him back?) are giving Malcolm. He’s asking a question relevant to the case. Sure - it’s not an easy question to ask but last season they wouldn’t have glared at him for asking it. I understand that Dani is upset with Malcolm for lying to her and she probably thinks he knows something about how Endicott died. I get it - Malcolm screwed up. BUT Dani’s reaction is so over the top. I understand where she’s coming from - she has trust issues. That doesn’t give her the right to treat him like garbage for the rest of his life. It’s been literally MONTHS. 

7:11 - “That’s not a no.”....Damn, he looks cute when he says that. 

7:30 - I LOVE that Malcolm knows so much about the Bible and Catholicism even though he’s not a believer. It makes me think he investigated a ton of religions as a kid - looking for relief from his trauma. I respect that he did the research and I respect that he doesn’t (openly at least) think other people are moronic/short-sighted for believing in God(s). 

7:56 - I’ll be honest, my first reaction to Jonah was: “Why does he look and sound like he’s dying?”

8:03 - “Catholic.” haha I love some good religious comedy. BUT AGAIN GIL, THAT GLARE IS SO NOT NECESSARY. That wasn’t a ‘warning - you’re being insensitive’ glare. That was a ‘I’m your father and you’re in sooo much trouble’ glare. I love Gil with my whole heart but everyone is being a dick to Malcolm today (minus JT and Edrisa) and I’m done with it. Malcolm’s fragile mental state can’t handle it. Be nice to my boy. 

8:35 - Is this Gil’s church?!? Why does he know all the church staff by name? He either attends this church or someone gave him an amazing briefing before he got to the church.

9:34 - At least Gil knows something is wrong with Malcolm. 

9:41 - What? That’s it? No. Gil - press on. Don’t accept Malcolm’s “I’m fine”.

10:18 - I wish this scene didn’t end with Gil’s look of disbelief and concern. I wish we got to see Gil tell Malcolm not to go see Martin. I wish we got a more concrete papa!Gil moment. 

10:42 - Something about the fact that Martin is tethered to a pole like a tether-ball is hilarious to me. Also - why are some prisoners not tied up? The inmate talking to Friar Pete has no rope. 

10:52 - Ugh. When exactly did Martin give Malcolm “The Talk”? Like how old was Malcolm? How traumatic was it? Ugh. It’s very upsetting to remember that Martin acted like a good father to Malcolm for a good portion of the first 10 years of Malcolm’s life. It really doesn’t help Malcolm’s PTSD. 

11:00 - That’s right Malcolm. Don’t let Martin ramble. Stand your ground. <3 So proud of Malcolm <3

11:15 - Listen to the way Malcolm says, “Who is that?”. He’s some combination of resigned and scared. I love it. 

11:33 - Friar Pete is so creepy. The way he just walks up to Malcolm until his rope goes taught?! UGH. Poor Malcolm looks so done with this whole situation. He’s rolling his eyes and grimacing at various points throughout this scene. He has some major sass right now and I’m here for it. 

 11:41 - “You two should talk!” ....Is this Martin’s really eff-ed up way of trying to help Malcolm with his guilt about Endicott? I don’t like it.....and Malcolm’s face tells me he doesn’t either. 

12:48 - Is that true? Can churches really not exorcise people without medical permission in the current day?  I thought exorcisms were just banned? IDK - I’m a Christian, my branch of faith doesn’t do exorcisms. 

13:33 - YES! A JT AND MALCOLM SCENE. <3 <3 I’m unreasonably happy about this. 

13:45 - sooooooo is this Norman’s real home and his real mother? The first time I watched it I thought it was some sort of weird catholic-inpatient facility but now I’m not sure. 

15:10 - Ok. I can’t hold back anymore. Malcolm’s shoes. They. Are. Awful. I understand - Tom Payne is a short guy. He probably needs heels to fit in the shot. I’m not mad about the heels. I’m made that they gave him very very ugly heels. Is it just me? These shoes are hideous. 

15:14 - “Hi Norman.” .....Malcolm is so soft here and I’m in love with it. My cold dead heart is melting. Also JT’s freaked-out look in this scene is everything. 

15:25 - There’s something about the way Malcolm says “Good.” that just hits me really hard. It’s beautiful. He sounds and looks a little scared but he’s also really calm and professional and it’s just...*chef’s kiss*. 

16:44 - “He’s clearly mentally-ill.” I love this. I love that Malcolm is defending the person with a severe mental illness because he doesn’t have any proof that Norman committed a crime. It also breaks my heart. Makes me think of how many people dismissed or judged Malcolm poorly throughout his life because Malcolm’s mental illnesses. Even though they weren’t quite as extreme as Norman’s.

16:54 - I love this. JT is telling Malcolm to stay behind the line partially out of fear (because this whole Norman situation is clearly freaking JT out big time) but also partially because he just cares about Malcolm. I love their friendship and it’s evolution. SO. MUCH. 

17:21 - Is there a mirror of something? How the hell did Norman know that Malcolm crossed the salt? Was it the slight creaking in the floorboards?

17:54 - Dude. Is every suspect this season going to accuse Malcolm of being a killer? First Boyd, now Norman. This is not helping Malcolm’s mental state or his ability to hide his guilt from the team. 

18:30 - “Malcolm Bright. Always crossing the line.” lol. I love JT here. He’s half-teasing Malcolm. Makes me think that he subtly trying to tell Malcolm that he isn’t the killer Norman says that he is. 

18:44 - I DO NOT LIKE THIS. LOOK AT HOW SCARED MALCOLM IS WHEN HE WALKS INTO THE ROOM. A ROOM WITH GIL AND DANI IN IT. THIS IS NOT RIGHT. HE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF THEM. 

19:00 - “What the hell do you have?”. Wow. Okay. No. I love Gil. I understand that he loves Malcolm like a son and he’s scared for Malcolm and Malcolm’s mental state. But this question is so over the line. Gil knows damn well what Malcolm’s mental diagnoses are. It feels like he’s accusing Malcolm of being crazy. I don’t like it. 

19:17 - “Are you serious?” Ok. Dani really needs to start being nicer to Malcolm. She doesn’t have to trust him but some professional civility would be great. I really don’t like how hard the writers are pushing this tension between Dani and Malcolm. It makes Dani look so immature. An adult would be pissed but get over the anger after literal months. The relationship wouldn’t necessarily be the same but it sure as hell wouldn’t be this hostile.

19:40 - Something about Malcolm being the calmest person in the room is both comforting and upsetting. 

19:55 - “My father gave it to me.”.....that’s so not going to help Gil’s concern about Malcolm.

20:50 - This is cute. We don’t get to see enough of Jessica and Ainsley acting like a semi-normal mother-daughter duo. I love it. 

21:00 - “We are WASPs. It’s. What. We. Do.” OMG. Hahahaha 

21:05 - I love how invested Ainsley is in the Gil/Jessica relationship. It’s so clear that she wants her Mom to be happy and I love it. It also makes me wonder if she ever wanted Gil to be her real dad as a kid.

21:30 - Damn. This episode is creepy.

21:45 - First clue that this is a dream - Malcolm says “we” but he’s alone. 

21:57 - ...are Nuns allowed to paint their nails? #GenuineQuestion

22:14 - Not going to lie. This made me cry. I relate to Malcolm so damn much here. I’ve had a severe anxiety disorder for as long as I can remember (seriously I saw my first therapist - against my will - at the age of 4). I’ve also had chronic depression for almost as long. AND I’m a christian. I can’t tell you how many times other christians have told me to “cast my worries on the Lord” and “be free” of my pain. Or that I don’t really believe in God because I’m still suffering so visibly. The problem is - I don’t know if I want to be free. I’ve had these issues so long that I’m genuinely not sure who I’d be without them. It’s how I define myself. It affects every aspect of my personality. I feel like Malcolm might feel the same way - he doesn’t want to suffer anymore but he’s afraid of finding out who he is without the pain. 

22:17 - Okay. So there’s Gil’s voice. So Gil+ Malcolm = “we”. As though I’m supposed to believe that Gil would split up with Malcolm when they’re looking for a nun, who isn’t even a suspect, at a church. Nah. I don’t buy it. This is clearly a dream. 

22:30 - “You have to tell them what you did.”...and then we see the knife. Does this mean Malcolm is slowly convincing himself that he killed Endicott. Not Ainsley? Either way - I agree with nightmare-Ainsley. The team loves Malcolm but they’re also detectives. They’ll figure out what happened. And when they do - yikes. 

22:46 - I hate this. All season suspects have been calling Malcolm evil. Martin has been calling Malcolm a “hero”. Malcolm’s guilt is eating him alive. Simultaneously, the people who are supposed to trust and care about him (Dani, Gil, the precinct, Jessica) have all shown signs of doubting him. Dani alone has pointed a gun at Malcolm’s head. Now she’s wearing body armour? AND LOOK AT THE OTHER COPS. THEY ALL HAVE THEIR HANDS ON THEIR GUNS AS THOUGH MALCOLM IS A CRIMINAL. A THREAT. DANGEROUS. This is very bad for Malcolm’s mental health......God, the whump-whore in me hopes he has a major panic attack or something this season. 

23:23 - I love this scene. This is the papa!Gil content I’m here for. 

23:51 - JT expressing fear and concern for his unborn child makes my heart grow several sizes. Look at his puppy dog eyes here? Ugh. So precious. This whole JT arc is heartbreaking and beautiful. I love it.

24:15 - Sooooo JT knows about Jessica right? He’s a detective and a husband. He so knows. hahaha this is so cute. 

24:19 - Gil. You. Are. A. Liar......and you’ve been really grumpy this episode but I’m going to forgive you because I love you. 

24:28 - GIL. You’ve waited 20 years. How much longer can you wait for Jessica?!?!

24:35 - Maybe JT didn’t know? At least - not until Gil rambled on about waiting? JT looks like he just connected all the dots and he’s super uncomfortable.

24:43 -...... so she verbally attacks him all episode then drives him home and acts like she did toward Malcolm by mid-season 1? I’m getting whiplash. 

25:18 - This scene is so cute. They actually made the real life version of heart-eyes at each other. And Malcolm pours her a glass of water. Because 1) she’s driving and 2) she’s a recovering addict. He’s so casually respectful and I love it. 

25:28 - “Are you any different?” Ouch. Look at how hurt Malcolm is. :( Although, props to Dani for confronting him about it. Someone needed to and she’s being really calm and caring about it. 

26:10 - Dani’s little speech about being a black woman feels a little forced? Like the writers put it in so she doesn’t feel left out compared to JT? Idk, the whole thing just seemed not quite believable. Probably because when JT was racially profiled Dani - a black woman - pulled out her badge and all the white cops listened to her. It just doesn’t track. They wouldn’t have listened to her if they were racist and bold enough to attack JT in the first place.

26:47 - Anyone else think that all those lit candles are a fire hazard? Just me? Cool cool cool. 

 27:21 - Yo. This is stupid. I understand why this happened - because the plot needed it to happen. BUT WHY DID ALL THREE ARMED COPS LEAVE THREE UNARMED PEOPLE ALONE?!? And when does a team of 4 split into a group of 3 and 1??! It makes no logical sense (except for plot purposes).

28:03 - Creepy. 

28:30 - Oh. HELL no. This is absolute bs. My entire heart is breaking for JT.

29:05 - I really like how chill this Priest is. Like - he respects that Malcolm’s a disbeliever and he’s willing to talk to him without trying to convert him. 

29:55 - Listen to how upset JT sounds here!! :( :( :( My heart. :( 

30:08 - Ok so how did she end up tied in the closet and not murdered? 

30:40 - ....so did Jonah ruin that painting while Sister Agnes was in the closet or is the Sister just a moron who didn’t say anything about the guy ruining the painting?!?

30:50 - Sooooo Jonah is an “expert”. He taught Sister Agnes how to safely handle the lead-based paint. Yet - he didn’t use the protection? We saw him with a gas mask at the beginning of the episode? Did the sister not notice that he wasn’t using the protection? So much of this doesn’t track. Thankfully, I don’t watch this show for the “murder of the week” plot line.

31:30 - Malcolm is a good dude. Even now. He’s trying to help Jonah. <3 Heart of gold. 

32:25 - Martin - shut. up. 

32:45 - Friar Pete is a creepy treasure. I love him. 

33:24 - “Oh you’ve gotta be kidding.” hahaha I feel you Malcolm. I feel you. 

33:34 - Not gonna lie - when I watched this the first time all I could think is “How the eff does Malcolm remember everything Pete just said?” Maybe it’s just me but I would need Pete to go 1-2 words at a time. And slowly. ....maybe Malcolm took Latin in school? 

24:06 - Oh so all the killers this season are also going to accuse Malcolm of being a killer and/or evil. 

34:40 - Damn. I wish the team walked in right as Malcolm was screaming “the power of Christ compels you!!!”.

35:15 - I. Love. This. Gil screaming on the phone is everything. Him going to bat for JT is everything. Malcolm saying “This is bad”?!? *chef’s kiss*. ISTG Malcolm’s been scolded by Gil when Gil is that mad at some point during his teen years. 

35:53 - “I’ll take care of it.” JT. Is. My. Hero. What an absolute king. He’s going to take care of it, even though he’s terrified, because he needs to protect his family. Not just Tally and the baby. But little sister Dani too. <3 My heart is full. 

36:11 - ....okay so not to ruin a totally beautiful and profound scene but every time I’ve watched this scene JT doing that lean into the wall is very weird to me. Because he turns to face the camera. If he just slid down the wall or just leaned his head against the wall - it wouldn’t have felt so strange. It honestly distracts me from the scene. Every. Time. 

36:18 - This is hot garbage. I don’t even want to rewatch this scene because it makes me so upset. 

37:51 - I understand where Jessica is coming from but I also think she’s being a moron. I will say though, I respect the hell out of Gil for walking away when asked. A lot of men wouldn’t but he respects Jessica even if he doesn’t like what he’s hearing. So he left because she asked him to. 

39:00 - If this isn’t a red flag for Jessica about Ainsley’s mental health idk what is. 

39:25 - Poor Malcolm looks like he’s on the verge of tears here. :( I’m genuinely scared that Malcolm is becoming suicidal. He’s reaching the level of depressed and guilt where I think it’s a possibility. I genuinely think he’d rather kill himself to stop his guilt and suffering than to admit it to Gil, Jessica, JT, or Dani. ...for legal reasons he definitely can’t tell Gabrielle. 

40:00 - Sooooo Martin is finally suggesting that it was his idea to dispose of the body. I hope it’s the truth. 

40:05 - Martin is a piece of trash. He really needs to stop playing with Malcolm’s head. It’s literally killing Malcolm. 

40:50 - Oh. SHIT. Malcolm just clapped back hard. I am so so proud of him. ...also concerned about this deep anger in him though.

 41:46 - I swear - if we don’t get a Gil and Martin face-off when Martin breaks out, I will lose my mind. It’s one of the top things I want from this show. A Martin+Gil showdown. 

Ok. So I kind of loved this episode? Even though there were...many plot holes and things that annoyed me about it. Is it just me or has this season felt much darker than last season so far? It makes sense given last season’s finale but it’s still thrown me a bit. 

BUT I CAN NOT WAIT FOR 2x3. That promo. Ugh. <3 <3 We’re going to get traumatized teen!Malcolm content and I’m a sick bastard who is living for it. 

[super-unpredictable98]

OC INTERVIEW (contains spoilers)

name ➔ "Um... It’s Lydia Bellamy”

are you single ➔ “No *giggles* I have a boyfriend. That one over there, the lanky one, Nathan.”

are you happy ➔ “That’s such a complicated question. But I’d say so, I’m happy.”

are you angry ➔ “Why would I be? Do you know something that I don’t?”

are your parents still married ➔ “Yeah, I mean, they were last time I saw them”

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ “Wertham, born and raised.”

hair color ➔ “I used to be a brunette, but now it’s Sully from Monsters Inc, blue and purple.”

eye color ➔ “Grey, I think? Some people say green, I never really stopped to look.”

mood ➔ *smiles widely* “Pretty good.”

gender ➔ “Female”

summer or winter ➔ “I like winter, but only if I can stay inside with my boyfriend and my friends drinking hot cocoa... Otherwise, it’s kinda lonely.”

morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoon, I’m not really a morning person.”  

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ *laughs* “Desperately.”

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ "I didn’t, but it kinda happened to me... I don’t know if that could be considered love at first sight, but it was something.”

who ended your last relationship ➔ “I did, he was a bit too uptight for my taste.”

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “God, I hope not... *frowns* I always try to be as nice as possible”

are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Not at all, quite the opposite actually.”

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “So many people, I love to hug! My friends, my brother, my boyfriend...” *Gets up, runs after Simon to give him a hug*

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “Yes, a couple, but I don’t really like it, I feel kinda suffocated.”

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “Yeah... *chews on her bottom lip* Once I kissed a married man and um- It didn’t end up well.”

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ “Ooh, do I really have to choose? You can’t just have one...” 

lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Water, it’s better for the voice.”

cats or dogs ➔ “I like dogs better, but I already have Nathan to take care of...”

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “I’d rather have a few best friends, I only have five, it’s good enough for me.”

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “How about a wild night in and a romantic night out?” 

day or night ➔ “Night, my brain works better at night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ “No, I’ve always been a good girl, I never really snuck out.”

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Yeah, I’m kinda clumsy, so it happened more than once.”

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Oh Jesus, yes *sighs* it went on for years, it felt like my heart was being ripped out.”

wanted to disappear ➔ “Wow, all the time. There was this once in a bowling alley when I was 12, I just wanted to turn invisible.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ “That’s not a fair question... Luckily, Nathan has both, so I’m gonna say both”

shorter or taller ➔ “Taller, it’s a bit tough to find, cause I’m quite tall myself, but I just like to feel protected, I guess.”

intelligence or attraction ➔ “Intelligence, I love smart guys... Just, don’t tell my boyfriend, he’s not the brightest.”

Nathan: Y’know I can hear ya, right?

“I love you, baby!”

hook-up or relationship ➔ “Relationship, you know what they say... ‘The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return’”

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ "Yes, I think I’m lucky in that department... My parents are pretty chill, my dad is just the best, I miss them so much. There’s my brother, Simon, he’s probably one of my best friends in the entire world”

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “I don’t know, I mean, I consider myself a happy person, mostly well adjusted, but there were moments in life that I felt messed up. When I was a kid I was bullied a lot, when my brother was arrested, or... Last week this man tried to kill him, and my friend shagged a monkey.”

Nathan: Technically it was a gorilla, Lollipop...

Kelly: Shut the fuck up, you dick!

have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Well *laughs* if you consider traveling 10 years to the past after leaving a note on your pillow running away... I guess I did.”

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “No, but my boyfriend has, it was really sad, I wanted to help him, but he’s way too proud...”

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “Of course not! I love them, they are my family... There was Marnie, but she was never really my friend.”

who is your best friend ➔ “That’s so hard... Nate is my boyfriend, so he’s up there. But there’s Si, who’s my brother, so he’s also up there. And there’s Kel and Lisha... They’re always there for me. *freaks out a little* I-I can’t choose.”

who knows everything about you ➔ “Nathan, it’s like he can read my mind or something, even when I don’t say anything, he finds out.”

Nathan: Y’mean that secret kink o’yours that I...

“THAT’S ENOUGH! Interview is over!” 

[ddixons-angel]

Fated: Season 4

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: And we’re finally here! This chapter was hard to write haha mainly because I had ideas in my head but I didn’t know how to properly execute them? I actually extended the ending of the chapter because I didn’t like how I left it off, hope you guys enjoy it! 

Chapter 6

Gloria was backed up against the wall, walkers surrounding her as the chair legs she used before had broken at all the contact with walker skulls. She leans against the wall as she lifts her leg and pushes away a walker with a kick, making it tumble back into a few others. This gave her time and clearance to search for something else to use as a weapon. Gloria glances to the side and reaches down to grab the crowbar and candelabra that lay on the ground. She fought the walkers best while she was dual wielding; she needed to kill all of them and quick. She felt herself growing weaker as blood spilled out from the stab wound in her abdomen. 

Letting her adrenaline take over, she swipes at each walker, stabbing and jabbing them each in the head swiftly. The walkers that she killed fell at her feet, eventually creating a barrier from the other walkers. After what felt like hours of stabbing but was only a matter of minutes, Gloria had cleared the herd of walkers that made it into the cabin. She limps her way to the door and closes it to prevent any others from coming in. Her vision starts to get blurry, she drops the weapons she’s holding and her hand goes to the stab wound. 

“No... I’m not dying here...” Gloria tells herself, but she falls to the ground as her legs give way. 

She breathes heavily then a faint smile pulls at her lips as she spots her bag strewn across the cabin. Gloria grunts as she crawls her way to the bag, knowing she has some medical supplies in her bag in case of emergency. Once her hand touches a strap of her bag, she pulls it towards her, going through the contents until she finds a pack of gauze and bandages. Gloria makes herself sit up, leaning against the wall, she lifts up her now blood soaked shirt and presses the gauze on her wound. The originally white material now a deep dark red. She tosses the used gauze to the side and takes out more gauze, layering it together with the bandage to be more effective in soaking up the blood and hopefully to stop the bleeding. 

It seemed to be working as the gauze and bandage combination didn’t soak through with blood. Keeping it pressed to her wound, Gloria takes her jacket that was in her bag out and ties it tightly around her torso, groaning at the pain this was causing but she needed to hold the gauze in place. Still feeling weak from all the lost blood, she leans her head back on the wall as she breathes heavily. Her vision starts to blur again, eyes threatening to close but she shakes her head to keep from losing consciousness. 

“Tracks lead here.” Gloria hears a muffled voice from outside the cabin, she knows that voice; Daryl.

“You think she’s in there?” another voice, Glenn. 

“Only one way to find out.” Rick.

Glenn makes his way to the door of the cabin, Rick on the other side of the door frame with a knife in hand, Daryl right in front with his crossbow up and loaded. Rick nods to Glenn to open the door and he barges in. They all take in the massacre of walkers as they file into the cabin. Movement catches the corner of Daryl’s eye and he snaps his head to the side. 

“Gloria!” Daryl calls out dropping his crossbow as he dashes to her bloody body, checking for any bites, only to find the cuts on her arms and chest and the stab wound in her torso, “hey, you’re gonna be okay, a’right? I’m here, I’ll bring ya back and Hershel’ll patch ya up.”

A faint smile ghosts Gloria’s lips as she nods at his words. Glenn looks at Gloria with a pained expression as Daryl picks her up bridal style, causing Gloria to groan in pain as the movement affects her wound. 

“Sorry...” Daryl mutters as he carries her out of the cabin.

Glenn wipes his eyes then packs up Gloria’s bag as Maggie picks up one of Gloria’s daggers from the ground. Carol finds the other one and frowns as she notices that it’s covered in blood. Carol, Maggie and Glenn leave the cabin after retrieving Gloria’s things as well as Daryl's crossbow from the ground and Rick takes one last look around the cabin before leaving. 

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On their way back to the prison, Gloria had fallen out of consciousness as Daryl carried her. Carl followed the others back into the main building after letting them in and making sure the gate was locked. Glenn frantically called out for Hershel once he got into the building, letting the older man know that Gloria was seriously injured. He and Daryl followed Hershel to the infirmary as the others stayed out in the main area outside the cell blocks. Carol eyed Nina warily as she didn’t miss the look of horror on her face when she saw that they had brought Gloria back. 

Gloria was now resting in her and Daryl’s shared cell after Hershel had tended to her injuries. Daryl sat on the bed beside her, his hand holding hers and his eyes never leaving her. Glenn was crouched outside the cell, leaning against the wall with his head in his hands. Rick was on the lower level of the cell block, tending to Judith. Maggie was in the kitchen area helping Carol with dinner for everyone. 

“C’mon girl...” Daryl mumbles as he lifts Gloria’s hand to his lips, gently kissing her hand.

It had only been a few hours since they brought her back but Daryl was getting anxious and impatient. He felt his heart stop when he saw her back in the cabin; her face was pale, drenched in sweat and blood, both her own and of all the walkers she’d killed. It was the first time he’d ever seen her so weak and frail and it scared the fuck out of him. Even the sight of her now resting on the bed scared him. She had bandages all over her, wrapping her arms and a patch on her chest.  Although Hershel told him that she would be fine, his fear of losing her wouldn’t go away until she woke up. 

“She hasn’t woken up yet?” Maggie asks Glenn outside the cell as she peers inside with Carol beside her.

Glenn looks up at her and glances behind his shoulder, taking in Daryl’s form as a negative and shakes his head, “no...”

Maggie frowns and hands Glenn a bowl of stew which he takes and smiles softly at her, nodding at her as a thank you. Carol walks into the cell with a bowl of stew for Daryl.

“Daryl, here.” Carol says, handing him the bowl.

He glances at her then looks back at Gloria and shakes his head, “‘m okay.”

“No, you’re not. You have to eat something, Daryl.” Carol urges.

“How d’ya expect me to eat when she’s like this?!” Daryl says, irritated, looking up at Carol.

He didn’t mean to snap at her, but he couldn’t help it. Carol sighs softly as she takes in Daryl’s face, his eyes puffy with tears. 

“She’ll wake up, and when she does, she’s going to need you to be strong for her. And you can only stay strong if you eat. You can’t starve yourself for as long as she’s out.” Carol lectures him, urging him to take the bowl again. 

Daryl stares at the bowl, hesitant to take it. He knew Carol was right, he needed to eat to stay strong, but his body couldn’t. 

“She’s right...” a weak whisper sounds from Gloria’s lips.

Daryl whips his head back right when he hears the sound. Gloria’s eyes were open, looking sleepy, but still open as she smiles softly at him. Carol lets out a silent breath of relief then goes out of the cell to let Glenn and Maggie know she’d woken up.

“Hey, hey... how ya feelin’?” he asks gently as he caresses her cheek.

“Never been better.” Gloria chuckles weakly.

“Sis?!” Glenn calls out as he rushes into the cell, tears well up in his eyes as relief washes over him when he sees her awake.

“Hey, bro.” she greets in a soft voice.

“You’re such a little trooper.” Carol cooes as she goes over to her side and gently strokes Gloria’s hair. 

Gloria smiles at the affection then tries to push herself to sit up, seeing this, Daryl and Carol help her up slowly. She winces and hisses at the tug on her abdomen then relaxes when she’s in a sitting position, leaning against the wall. 

“Ya okay?” Daryl asks, still holding her hand.

She nods, but before she can say anything else, Maggie had brought Rick and Hershel to the cell. She waves weakly at them as she sees them in the doorway. Maggie chuckles and waves back, tears brimming her eyes. Hershel walks into the cell.

“Do you mind if I check on you?” he asks, mainly asking Daryl for permission.

Taking the sign, Daryl reluctantly lets go of her hand and gets up from the bed, letting Hershel take over. He stands beside Glenn who had already stepped aside to give Hershel more room. Glenn pats Daryl’s arm and they both nod at each other in acknowledgement. Rick comes to his side and gives him a look of reassurance and Daryl nods at him too. 

“Good news is there’s no sign of infection and you don’t have a fever, bad news is...” Hershel looks at her and pauses.

The others feel tense at the vet’s last words, Gloria furrows her brows in confusion as she recognizes a hint of playful twinkle in Hershel’s eyes.

“Lizzie took the last lollipop.” Hershel smiles warmly at her.

Gloria groans playfully, “I wanted the cherry one.” 

Another wave of relief overcomes the others as they chuckle at the joke between both doctors. 

“Get some more rest and let me or Caleb know if you start feeling unwell.” Hershel says as he pats her knee.

“You got it.” Gloria nods with a smile.

Hershel nods at her then stands up and walks out of the cell. Daryl is quick to take back his spot on the bed. There is a comforting silence within the cell as Gloria looks at her family surrounding her. She didn’t even need to ask to know that they all went out to look for her when they heard Nina’s made up story. She frowns as she remembers how she even ended up hurt.

“Where’s Nina?” Gloria questions, looking at Carol.

“She’s fine, I think she’s back in her cell block.” Rick answers. 

“Seriously, Gloria... what the hell were you thinking?” Glenn sighs, frustrated, “distracting a herd of walkers so she can get away? You don’t have to be a hero! If you’re not gonna think about yourself, at least think about us and how we’d feel if we couldn’t bring you back!”

Maggie put her hand on Glenn’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. Everyone else in the room but Carol and Gloria seemed to be in silent agreement with his words. Gloria sighs, she expected this since she knows the story Nina had spewed to everyone. She didn’t exactly blame them though, with how frantic they had been, their vision and attention to detail would be clouded by emotion. Gloria knew that if they weren’t so emotion driven, they would have been able to pick out the details and know that there was foul play. 

“Are you done?” Gloria says, a little harsher than she intended to be but she was angry as she remembered what Nina did to her, “because I’ll tell you right now that there was no herd.”

“What d’ya mean there was no herd?” Daryl asks, confused and frowning.

Gloria sighs and looks up at Carol, “I should have listened to you, you were right.” 

“Right about what?” Glenn says, his face full of confusion.

“Right about Nina and how she can’t be trusted.” Carol responds, crossing her arms.

Rick steps forward like the leader he is, “okay, why don’t you start from the top? What happened in the woods?”

“I was going out to burn the walkers with Nina.” Gloria starts but she’s stopped by Carol.

“Why did you even decide to take her with you?” Carol looks at her disapprovingly.

“She volunteered,” she answers, earning an eye roll from the older woman, “anyway, we’d just finished putting out the fire when she started screaming and ran into the forest and since I brought her out there, I felt the need to bring her back safe so I chased her into the forest. That’s when we found the cabin and she basically jumped me.” 

“How’d she sneak up on you?” Maggie asks.

“I let my guard down because I thought she couldn’t fight and she distracted me with the cabin, said that we should check it out, but then she knocked me out with a rock.” Gloria looks down, slightly embarrassed for getting attacked in such a stupid way.

“Did she tie you to a chair?” Rick questions, his sheriff deputy side was showing.

Gloria nods, “how’d you know?”

“Saw the broken chair with rope and restraints, could’ve guessed.” Rick explains.

“She tied you up and cut you?” Carol grimaces at her own words.

“She tied me up, cut, and stabbed me.” Gloria corrects her, she glances at Daryl when she feels his hand tense up as he holds hers. 

“Then she lured all those walkers into the cabin?” Maggie put the rest of the story together.

Gloria nods, “yeah, I guess she never thought I was that awesome to take out a herd by myself.”

She felt the need to lighten up the mood in the cell as she could feel the anger rising in both Glenn and Daryl. Gloria put her free hand on top of Daryl’s, trying to calm him down.

“Did she tell ya why she did it?” Daryl grumbles, not looking at her.

Gloria frowns at the question, her intuition told her that Daryl already figured out why Nina did what she did and that he just wanted confirmation but she couldn’t do that to him. She couldn’t tell him that she got hurt because Nina liked Daryl. Knowing him, he’d take it out on himself and blame himself for everything that happened.

“No, she didn’t, but it doesn’t matter, she’s crazy, Daryl. A fucking psycho, they don’t need a reason to hurt or kill, they just do.” Gloria tells him, trying to reason with his inner demons.

“She don’ need a reason to hurt or kill... well, she gave me one.” Daryl growls as he yanks his hand out of Gloria’s grasp and gets up from the bed to leave the cell with Glenn following behind as he had the same mindset.

“Daryl! Glenn!” Gloria calls out to them.

Rick steps in front of them both and puts his hands on both their chests to push them back, “you both need to calm down.”

“Calm down? How do you expect us to calm down?!” Glenn shouts as Daryl glares at Rick.

“There’s a damn psychotic bitch livin’ within these walls who just tried to kill Gloria, ya can’t expect us to sit around and do nothin’!” Daryl scowls, seething in anger. 

“I know.” Rick stands his ground as he looks at the two, “I hate what happened to Gloria too, and I’m not going to tell you that I’m okay with her living with us, I’m not, but we have to think about this.”

“What’s there to even think about? She’s a threat to everyone here!” Glenn points out. 

“I know that, but we can’t just kill her, that’s not who we are.” Rick tries to sway them as well as everyone else in the cell.

“What ya suggest then?” Daryl says, his breathing seemed to have calmed slightly.

“Exile.” Rick states his thoughts, “we’ll kick her out. The prison is different from the farm, she can’t get back inside without anyone letting her in.”

“But we don’t know what she’s capable of anymore, I always thought she was sweet and innocent and didn’t know how to fight but look at what she did to Gloria.” Maggie chimes in.

Gloria was about to speak up in her own defence but Daryl beat her to it, “Nah, she jumped her. Snuck up on her when she weren’t lookin’. Tied her to a chair so she couldn’ do nothin’, she ain’ no fighter.”

“Well, why don’t we ask Gloria what she thinks, she’s the victim after all.” Carol says, bringing the attention back to Gloria. 

“Please don’t call me a victim...” Gloria makes a face then looks to Rick, “I agree with Rick, killing someone because they did something wrong should not be who we are. Most of the world was trying to get rid of the death penalty for a reason, and I don’t want us to be the ones to bring it back. And... I don’t want to be the reason someone has to die.”

Glenn and Daryl falter at her words, both of them look down and nod in understanding. Then it was settled, Rick would be the one to take Nina out of the prison, Glenn and Daryl didn’t trust their own emotions if they were the ones to do it. Of course, Nina was not happy with the group’s decision as she was throwing a fit when Rick forced her to pack up her things. Gloria was laying in her and Daryl’s shared cell with him to rest while the others went out into the main area. 

“No! You can’t do this! You can’t!” Nina screams as Rick drags her out to the main area, she looks around frantically, “Sasha! Tyreese! Help me! You can’t let him kick me out!”

“You tried to kill Gloria!” Sasha says angrily stepping up while crossing her arms, Tyreese was behind her to back her up.

Nina cries as she shakes her head, “n-no! I didn’t! I wouldn’t!”

“You would, and you did!” Glenn shouts furiously, “you’re damn lucky Gloria’s a fighter because if she didn’t make it back, I’d take care of you myself!”

Rick shoots him a look before trying to pull Nina out but she struggles to keep from being dragged out. She lets out a gasp when she sees Daryl coming out of Cell Block C; Gloria asked him to get her a glass of water. Nina roughly yanks her arm out of Rick’s grasp.

“Daryl! You care about me! I know you do! You know I can’t survive out there by myself!” Nina cries.

“Good,” he says as he pours a glass of water, “ya should be happy we even gave ya a chance out there, if it were up to me I’d put a bolt in ya an’ be done with it.”

Nina whimpers, shaking her head as tears stream down her face, “everything I did, I did for you! Because I love you!”

“Tha’s bullshit!” Daryl shouts as he slams down the glass, nearly shattering it as he storms over to her, “Ya don’ love me! Ya don’ know nothin’ about me! Hell, ya don’ even know what the fuck love is!”

“I do! I do know!” Nina wails as she rushes up to Daryl, throwing herself at him as she forcefully hugs him, “everything I did was because I love you! So don’t tell me I don’t know what love is, because I do! I love you, Daryl!”

He grunts angrily as he shoves her away from him, causing Nina to stumble backwards. She looks around the area, her breathing heavy as she catches everyone staring at her. She lets out another whimper when her eyes land back on Daryl.

“Dar-”

“Are you done throwing your tantrum?” 

Everyone’s attention is averted to the door to Cell Block C where Gloria is standing with her arms crossed. She’d started making her way down to the main area when she heard Daryl shouting. She’d also witnessed Nina throwing herself at him.

“If you’re done, you can get the fuck out of here.” Gloria glares at her while walking towards her.

“You should be resting,” Carol says, looking at her worriedly.

“I will,” Gloria says, her eyes not leaving Nina, “but I can’t exactly rest with her throwing a fit.”

“You have no right to throw me out! I didn’t do anything to you! Why are you doing this to me!?” Nina screams.

Without another word, Gloria quickly steps up to Nina and pulls out one of her daggers, pressing it to Nina’s chest. She freezes the instant she feels the cold metal on her skin. The others stare at the scene in shock, Rick holds his hand up to try to keep Gloria from doing anything she’d regret. 

“You want to keep denying what you did? Should I give you the same scar to remind you,” Gloria raises her other hand to peel the bandage covering the cut on her chest, “exactly what you did to me?”

Nina looks at the stitched up cut on Gloria’s chest then back up at her, unable to say anything as she trembles in fear.

“We’re letting you off easy for trying to kill me, so consider yourself lucky,” Gloria says then leans in and says in a low voice, “and if I ever see you again, I’ll shoot you in the face for touching Daryl.”

Nina lets out a shaky breath when Gloria steps back, nodding to Rick who then grabs onto Nina’s arm again and ushers her out of the prison. Gloria puts her dagger back in its sheath and lets out a sigh, her hand finds the table and she leans on it. She was still feeling weak from the blood lost but enough was enough.

“Daryl, help her with her bandage,” Hershel calls out to Daryl who nods and goes to help Gloria patch up the bandage she’d peeled off, “then take her to her cell to rest, with the amount of blood she lost, she shouldn’t have been able to make it down the stairs on her own.”

Glenn sighs at Hershel’s words and looks at Gloria, “you didn’t have to come down here, we could have handled her.”

“Could you though?” Gloria says, a tired but teasing smile tugging on her lips, “because from what I recall, you were threatening to kill her.”

Glenn scoffs at her but smiles softly, relieved that Gloria was still able to joke around and tease him the way she always did. Daryl takes her hand and brings her back to their shared cell. Gloria sits down on the bed while Daryl stands by the door to the cell. She looks up at him and reaches her hand out to him, gently urging him to sit down with her. His arms wrap around her once he gives in to her touch, he hides his face in the crook of her neck. 

“‘M sorry...” he mutters. 

Gloria frowns at his words, “for what?” 

“Ya got hurt ‘cause o’ me,” he says.

“Daryl...” Gloria calls to him, gently pushing him away so she can see his face, “I didn’t get hurt because of you, I got hurt because of a crazy bitch.”

“Yeah... a crazy bitch who says she’s in love wit’ me...” Daryl scoffs, “said she knows what love is, but she don’t... that shit ain’t love.”

“Then?” Gloria asks, making Daryl furrow his brows as he looks at her in confusion, “what is it, to you?”

Daryl ponders for a moment, a light blush creeping up on his cheeks as he takes her hand in his, “you...”

“Me?” Gloria chuckles softly, a shy smile tugs at her lips.

“Wantin’ to be with ya every second o’ every day, an’ when I’m not with ya, I’ll be thinkin’ ‘bout ya.” Daryl says, looking into her eyes, he caresses her face with his thumb, “always wantin’ ya to be safe... wantin’ ya to be happy even if it ain’t me ya want anymore.”

Without saying anything else, Gloria leans in to him, kissing his lips tenderly, she pulls away from the kiss so that her lips were just barely touching his, “you’re the only one I’ll ever want.”

Daryl smiles at her words and pecks her lips lightly before going back to hiding his face in the crook of her neck. Gloria has to suppress her giggle at his actions. She presses a gentle kiss to his temple, holding him close. He had never voiced his opinion on anything related to love, or feelings, or emotions, and although he knew that Gloria would never judge him for it, he still felt shy about it. 

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So, like I said before, I changed the ending to this chapter because I originally had it end with just Rick throwing her out, but then I read it again and it just wasn’t satisfying lol I also wanted to add some kind of fluff because I love fluff haha please let me know what you thought about it! I know a lot of you wanted Gloria to kick Nina’s ass xD 

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[chaniters]

Busy night

Launching a petty campaign to get back at Owl, Ash begins to quickly clear Los Diablos’ criminal elements. 

Also, he doesn’t really have anything better to do with his time, so there is that too. 

Some minor spoilers for Rebirth and Retribution.

___________________________

Date: April 17.

Hour: 6:45 pm

Notes: Covert operation

Location: Newport Beach.

Current assets: Low. 500 dollars.

Status: Acquired chemicals and materials for upgrades. Secured a base of operations (Motel Room). Constructed special equipment for the current operation. 

Objectives: Retaliation and intimidation tactics against the subject (OWL) by means of rendering all of the subject’s current investigation plans obsolete. Capture of all individuals targeted by the subject’s investigation. Acquisition of additional funds through the pursuit of the bounties on each of the individuals. 

You sneak closer to the lonely house, stopping at the edge of the alarm systems. This is the house of Clobbering Queen, an enforcer that Owl links to Hollow Ground, living under an assumed identity on an underdeveloped side of the city. 

If your intel is correct, Newport was erased from the map by a Tsunami, so it’s no surprise that only a few houses have been rebuilt here, given the frequency of the aftershocks. Not the safest place to be, unless you’re hiding, like your target is. 

The lack of other housing around her home makes the approach more complicated, but the shadows are already growing larger. Taking position behind a dumpster, you take note of all the movement trackers with your binoculars, before tracing the correct path of entry in your mind.

Your hands keep trembling so you slide them under your armpits and press with your arms, wishing it wasn’t so hard to keep calm without your pills as you wait for the sunlight to die out. 

It doesn’t take long, and soon you’re preparing your breathing technique… getting ready to spring. 

Count to 10, and you start the race, avoiding the sensors until you reach the wall.

So far so good… You can already feel her presence inside, watching TV.

That’s no good… perhaps… perhaps she should take a shower and get to bed early, how about that?

You present these suggestions  to her subconscious, and they seem to be quickly accepted. How can her mental defenses be so weak?!

Carefully, you slide a metal disk against the window, magnetizing and disabling the sensor, allowing you to open it. From there, it’s really just a matter of sliding inside, towards the bathroom, with its door half-open, you only need to keep out of sight. 

Clobbering Queen is singing happily in the shower as you slide your home-made sleeping gas bomb rolling through the floor. 

You can hear the yelp as it explodes, and her rush towards the door, which you slam in her face. She struggles to open it, but you keep it shut from the other side until her fighting gets weaker… and you finally hear the bump on the other side as she falls. 

Good. 

Waiting a few more minutes just to be sure, you open the door, handcuff her, then drag the wet villain on top of the large carpet on the living room, and roll her like a burrito, tying it all up again with solid rope.

That should keep her from clobbering anything… not that she can do it without her power suit that is.

A quick search of her house reveals the secret compartment where she keeps her armor. You take it all, tossing it by her side -she’s awake by now, and cursing very loudly at you- and take the power gloves. 

Those will come in handy. 

Then you sit on the couch, calling for the police to take her away.  --------------------------------------------

 Date: April 17.

Hour: 10:41 pm

Notes: Covert operation

Location: Downtown Los Diablos.

Current assets: Medium. 10.500 dollars.

Status: First target captured and handed over to LDPD. Officers surprised the whole house wasn’t destroyed by Clobbering Queen. Acquired Power Gloves. (They are so bad… require an immediate upgrade)

Objectives: Retaliation and intimidation tactics against the subject OWL (Continued). Acquisition of additional funds through the pursuit of the bounties (Continued). 

Your next target promises to be a real challenge. Lord Ember supposedly can control flames and has left a trail of scorched bodies in his wake. According to Owl, he doesn’t work directly for Hollow Ground but has had several dealings with him. 

He could be a real headache to deal with…

You see him having a smoke with a pair of his henchmen by the back door of the club. 

Time to get it done…

You approach them head on, ready for anything. They notice you, and their gazes all focus on you, hands reaching to their holsters.

“Hey can I have a light?” you ask, holding a cigarette on your fingers, planting the suggestion that you are the most harmless person in the world. Just some cosplaying fool walking by. 

Ember looks at you, and laughs. All of his henchmen laugh with him.

“A light? Are you hearing this kid? He’s asking me for a light!” he says turning to them. 

Critical mistake.

A quick forward uppercut and Clobbering Queen’s power glove activates, exploding with pink energy in his stomach, sending him flying against the club’s brick wall. 

The henchmen just stare at you in horror as it happens. 

Another critical mistake, you think as you jump at the closest one.

Perhaps these power gloves are not that bad after all…

  --------------------------------------------

Date: April 18.

Hour: 3:41 Am

Notes: Covert operation

Location: Fashion District.

Current assets: High. 46.000 dollars.

Status: Second target captured and handed over to LDPD. Same officers VERY surprised to see two villains captured on the same night by “Some random teenager”. Asked for my hero name, I told them that they can call me whatever they want as long as they pay me.  

Objectives: Retaliation and intimidation tactics against the subject OWL (Continued). Acquisition of additional funds through the pursuit of the bounties (Continued). 

Your final target lies ahead, in an old abandoned garment warehouse. 

According to Owl, he is extremely powerful, but with these gloves and your fighting skills, so are you. Allegedly, he oversees one of Hollow Ground’s largest stashes of boost drugs, something that she’s never managed to prove.

The power gloves make you far more confident in your abilities, so instead of sneaking, you will go for overwhelming force this time. Drawing Owl’s grappling hook, you aim for the rooftop, sending the hook flying, before pulling you in, only that you aim lower this time… for the window.

You crash through the glass, coming inside, fists already glowing pink, ready to reduce any henchmen to a pulp… 

And that’s when you realize something’s gone terribly wrong. 

“Hello, kid. I’ve been expecting you” A plump standing figure greets you, white makeup on his face, wearing a colorful outfit with red and white stripes, striped squirt, and high heel shoes, holding a gigantic lollipop. He gives you a bright smile full of completely white teeth. 

“Candymaster.” you speak his name, taking a defensive stance. __________  If you want to read more: My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero    DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

[logicallyanxious]

Creative Differences

*CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS VIDEO*

This now has a prequel, although both can be read separately!

Also on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19397842/chapters/46161067

Words: 4,255

Characters: Logan Sanders, Roman Sanders, and Remus Sanders. Also the dragon witch.

Warnings: Blood mentions, injuries, evil/nonsympathetic Remus (idk what tags to use for him yet like we have for Deceit), fighting, intrusive thoughts/nightmares, food mentioned. Let me know if I should add anything else.

Summary: After being terrorized by his brother, Roman seeks out Logan’s help. The logical side is quick to find a solution and Roman realizes he’s been taking their relationship for granted. 

Logan looked up from the book he’d been studying at the faint knock at his door. He stared at it, perplexed, certain that he’d misheard. That his ears were playing tricks on him. No one ever came to visit him.

The sound came again, this time louder, more urgent, and Logan jumped out of his seat.

“Coming!” He acknowledged the visitor as he crossed the room.

He pushed the door open, blinking in surprise at the side that stood before him. 

Roman leaned against the door frame, his head hanging, as if he could barely hold himself up. His usual pristine attire was wrinkled and stained and his hair was wild, as if he’d spent hours pulling at it without the energy to summon a comb. Logan looked to where Roman’s hand clutched his sword, his knuckles white as if he’d forgotten how to let go, his nails clearly having been gnawed on.

“R-Roman?” The name left Logan’s mouth in a whisper, a question, as if he wasn’t sure he believed his eyes. He wanted to ask more, ask if he was okay, what happened, but it all got caught in his throat when the other side looked up.

He had bags under his eyes, a blossoming purple that stained his usual blemish free, tanned skin. Although, now his skin was a sickly pale, looking dry, almost as if the most subtle shift in facial expression could cause it to crack. 

Logan’s heart lurched as he noticed the fresh tears on his friend’s face, his eyes red and bloodshot. Logan’s eyes followed the droplets down Roman’s cheek, which was hollow and littered with bruises. Roman chewed on his lip, which was blotched with a dark red that spilled onto his chin, dripping onto his shirt.

Logan’s stomach churned as he took in the red color before him, just now noticing it. Roman’s uniform wasn’t just stained, it was bloodstained. The material was torn in several places, as if someone had cut into it, and blood splattered those areas.

“I-I’m sorry,” Roman finally managed to mumble out, his voice thick and hoarse. “I-I didn’t know where else to go.”

Logan wanted to assure him that there was no need to apologize, that of course Roman was welcome here, would always be welcome here. To tell him that he was grateful Roman trusted him enough to seek out his help while in this state. But another part of him wanted to ask why him. Why not Patton or Virgil, sides Roman was undoubtedly closer to and more comfortable with.

Before Logan could find the words to reply, Roman had pushed off from the door frame, stumbling forward. Logan easily caught him, more worry flooding his system as he noted how light the other side was. 

“S-sorry,” Roman apologized again and Logan shushed him, helping him inside.

He gently laid Roman down on his bed, trying his best to make him comfortable.

“What… What happened?” Logan finally managed to ask.

Roman stared up at the ceiling, his eyes glassy and distant, and at first Logan thought he hadn’t heard him. 

“He’s stronger now.”

Logan blinked in surprise, unsure how to take that information. He knew who he was, without a doubt, but he never thought he’d ever cause so much pain, at least not to his own brother.

“Wait, Remus did this to you?”

Roman flinched at the name and Logan made a mental note not to mention it again. Roman nodded, more tears falling from his eyes.

“That- that…!” Logan couldn’t think of a bad enough word to describe the side. “I’m going to go give him a piece of my mind.”

“Don’t!” Roman sat up, reaching out to clutch Logan’s arm. He groaned at the sudden motion, and Logan helped lay him back down. “Don’t…” He said again, this time just a quiet whisper.

Logan’s eyes softened as he took in the other side and he reached out, fixing his hair. Roman seemed to relax at the touch, melting into it.

“I know you’re worried, but he can’t hurt me.” Logan reminded.

“Don’t leave me.”

Logan frowned, taking in the fear in the others voice.

“You know he can’t hurt you here, right? You’re safe.”

“Please.”

At the desperation in Roman’s voice Logan nodded, a silent promise to remain by Roman’s side. That seemed to help soothe him and Logan let out a sigh of relief.

Logan didn’t want to pry, but he didn’t know how to help Roman if he didn’t understand the situation. They were sides, they shouldn’t get hurt. He knows it’s happened to Roman before, such as when he threw a paper at him or when Remus knocked him out, but he never thought it could go to this extent. If so then shouldn’t Roman be littered with scars after years of battling the dragon witch?

Logan let out a deep sigh, looking down at Roman, who’s eyes were half closed, his eyebrows pinched in discomfort.

“Do you mind telling me how Re- how you got hurt?”

Roman shifted nervously, biting at his lip and Logan reached out, rubbing his thumb over it until he let go. It was already bleeding enough, no need to agitate the wound further. Roman frowned, unappreciative, and Logan grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. If Roman felt comfort in having something to clamp down on, then his hand would have to do.

“I know the memory is unsavory, but I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong. Though, I encourage you to take your time. You don’t have to reveal anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

Roman nodded, squeezing his eyes closed. More tears spilled out and Logan wiped them away with his free hand. 

“He used to be reigned in and n-now he’s running free. Ever… Ever since the last video I haven’t been able to get rid of him.”

“You’ve been dealing with this for that long?” Logan mumbled, astonished, and Roman nodded. “Oh, Roman, I should have noticed and helped you sooner.”

Roman shook his head, his nails digging into Logan’s hand.  Logan ran his thumb over the back of Roman’s hand, comforting him.

“I-I thought I could handle him, l-like before. But he corrupted every day dream and whispered in my ear a-and I-I haven’t been able to sleep. He keeps showing me awful things and telling me that he’ll replace me as… As creativity! A-and I tried, I kept trying to fight back, but with every blow I got weaker and I just, it hurts so bad Logan. It hurts. I couldn’t do it anymore. I-I couldn’t…”

His voice trailed off as he began to sob and Logan’s heart broke for him. He reached out, combing his hand through his hair, doing whatever he could to help lessen his pain.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know you hurt, I know. But I’m going to fix you, okay? I won’t let him get to you again, I promise.”

“I-I wanted to ignore him like you did b-but I couldn’t!” He hiccuped.

“Well, it’s not that I ignored him. I just understood that his power comes from the mind, that none of it is real.” Logan’s eyes lit up with realization. “But as creativity, you don’t understand that! You believe in the power of the imagination, and that makes his attacks real, and gives them power to hurt you. Of course!”

Logan jumped up, ignoring Roman’s whine as he reached out to him. He summoned a first aid kit before returning to Roman’s side.

“It’s like he’s a placebo. Since you believe it’s real, it affects you. So, it’s safe to assume that if you believe you can get hurt, then you believe you can be healed.”

He helped Roman remove his shirt and hissed as he noticed how many cuts and bruises covered his skin. He pulled out the disinfectant, pouring it on a cotton ball and pressing it to one of Roman’s wounds.

On instinct Roman flinched, hissing at the sting. Logan smirked to himself.

“I know a lot of disinfectants sting, but this one doesn’t.”

The pain in Roman’s face ebbed away, replaced by confusion.

“O-oh, yeah. I guess it was just cold.”

Logan smiled. Belief is a powerful thing, especially to Roman.

He continued cleansing the wounds, moving on to covering them with antibiotic ointment before putting on the bandages. Roman laid still, something Logan never thought the creative side was capable of. 

“All done!” Logan announced, summoning a cherry lollipop.

Roman quickly grabbed it from him and Logan chuckled at his enthusiasm. Though, the excitement in Roman’s eyes faded as he glanced over at his discarded shirt.

“That one was my favorite…” He commented, forlorn.

“I’ll fix it up for you, okay? In the meantime, why don’t you get some rest?”

Sides didn’t really need sleep, but given Roman’s current state Logan guessed it’d be the only way to help him gain some energy back. Roman nodded, closing his eyes, and Logan went to his desk, summoning a stain stick and sewing kit.

Before he began he paused, looking over to where Roman was resting.

“Hey, Roman?” He asked, hoping the other was awake.

“Huh?” Roman hummed, peeling open an eye.

“I was just curious… How come you’ve never been hurt before, given all your battles with the dragon witch?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Roman replied with a smile, closing his eye again. “I don’t lose.”

Logan wanted to know more, but Roman’s breathing evened out and he decided that it’d be best left alone. He instead turned his attention to the tattered shirt lying before him, pulling the cap off the stain stick and setting to work.

It was about an hour later, when he was admiring his finished product, that he noticed Roman thrashing in bed. The sheets were wrapped around him and his hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. 

Logan ran over, shirt forgotten, and shook Roman’s shoulder, trying to wake him up. The other side’s face was contorted and he was mumbling in his sleep. Finally he bolted upright, his eyes wide and breathing quick and uneven.

Before Logan could say anything Roman turned to look at him. His eyes immediately filled with tears and he lunged forward pulling Logan into a hug.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured on repeat, sobbing into Logan’s chest.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Logan promised, rubbing Roman’s back. “It was just a dream, whatever happened I’m okay.”

“I-It felt so real!” Roman revealed, his voice muffled in Logan’s shirt. “I-I was fighting the dragon witch b-but before… B-before I could strike her roar faded out a-and his voice s-said, it said, “Imagine if you missed.” A-and then I did! And she, th-the dragon witch, attacked me. And then I… I imagined that you came to help me but then the voice, it, the voice came again. A-and said, “Oh, what fun would it be if she ate him?” But I didn’t want her to! I didn’t! B-but I couldn’t get up a-and you were calling for help and the dragon witch was laughing and I saw… I saw her teeth tear into you and you were screaming and there was so much blood and and-”

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” Logan reminded, resting his chin on Roman’s head. “I’m right here, nothing’s going to happen to me. I promise.”

In his arms, Roman was shaking, terrified, and Logan squeezed him tighter. He clung to Logan’s shirt and Logan found himself unable to care about the wrinkles that that would leave.

“I’d say it was just a nightmare, but I think we both know who’s responsible.”

“I-I thought you said he couldn’t get to me in here.”

Logan flinched, unable to bare the thought that he’d given Roman a false sense of security.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Logan tried to come up with a way to make it better and settled for giving Roman a small kiss on the top of his head. He’d found that the other sides found such expressions of affection endearing. “He couldn’t physically get to you, but it appears that in your absence he has full control over the imagination, and therefore is better able to control dreams. I think the only way to stop him is to fight back.”

“I-I thought you said not to repress intrusive thoughts.”

“I said that Thomas shouldn’t repress them. But these aren’t intrusive thoughts for you, he’s purposely pushing you out of your territory. He’s being a bully.”

“But I already tried fighting back!”

“You tried to fight back physically. I was unbothered by his attacks, but clearly you are. Use your imagination to your advantage. Instead of letting him control it, you take control.”

“I-I don’t understand.” Roman sat up, watching Logan get up and throw his shirt at him. He slipped it on and climbed out of bed.

“We’re going to take the fight to him. To the imagination.”

Roman took a step back, looking timid. It was an unnatural look on him.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Roman, it’s your realm too. You can’t let him take over.” He reached out, grabbing Roman’s hand. “You can do this, I’ll be right by your side the whole time. I believe in you.”

Roman’s cheeks reddened and he nodded, feeling more bold. 

“O-okay, let’s go!”

Logan led Roman down the hall, the latter becoming more resistant the closer they got to their destination. He dug his heels into the ground when they reached the door, eyeing it cautiously.

“I-I changed my mind. I don’t know if I can do this.”

Logan gave his hand a squeeze and offered him an encouraging smile.

“I’m not going to force you to if you don’t want to, but I don’t have any other solutions to get him to stop. Just know, I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t know you could do it.”

Roman nodded, steeling his nerves.

“Let’s do this!”

He pushed the door open, revealing a fantasy world. Mountains stuck out in the horizon and they stood in the center of a market, merchants selling anything from exotic fruits to potions and enchanted armor. 

Standing before them was a woman in a black dress, wings and horns marking her different from the other shoppers. She grinned when she saw them, her teeth jagged and pointed.

“Prince Roman, ready for a round two already? Oh, and I see you brought your delicious little friend! How did you know I was starting to feel a bit peckish? You’re so thoughtful!” 

Roman let out a growl, moving to stand in front of Logan and brandishing his sword.

“Don’t even think of it, witch! I won’t let you touch him, not again.”

The dragon witch laughed. “Oh, come now, enough dramatics. There’s no need to fight, really. Just hand him over and I’ll be on my way.”

“Never!”

The witch’s amused expression hardened, turning into a glare. Her eyes began to glow a sickening green, her voice growing deep and deafening.

“Fine, if you want to fight, then so be it.”

She began levitating, a mist forming around her. She let out a scream, transforming into a full fledged dragon. A stream of fire burst from her mouth and Roman pulled Logan out of the way.

“I’ve won a thousand times before! Don’t think that one defeat will deter me!”

Roman lunged forward, stabbing downward at her claws. Before he could hit, his ears began to ring.

“Imagine that you miss.”

The sword pulled itself from its trajectory, stabbing into the ground instead. Roman felt himself panic as he tried to pull it out. 

The dragon swept out a wing, knocking Roman to the side. Logan ran over to where he fell, helping him up.

“Y-you need to get out of here.” Roman told him but Logan shook his head. “Please, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

The dragon turned to them, the back of her throat beginning to glow, warning them of a fireball. Roman gasped, grabbing Logan and acting as a human shield.

“Roman, fire can’t hurt us, it’s raining!” Logan announced.

Upon hearing the words, Roman felt water stream down his face. He looked up at the grey clouds, then back down at Logan, who was grinning.

The dragon launched the fireball, which immediately fizzled out in a puff of smoke.

“How…?” Roman tilted his head, staring at Logan in disbelief.

“You have the power, Roman. This is your realm, whatever you imagine, whatever you believe, becomes real. Why do you think you never lose? Don’t let him influence you.”

Roman grinned, summoning a shield and handing it to Logan.

“Stay safe.”

He raced off, going back for his sword.

“The rain turned the dirt to mud and now my sword is free,” he mumbled to himself. 

He found his sword lying in a puddle, just as he’d imagined, and turned to send Logan a thumbs up. He turned back to the dragon, letting out a shout and attacking.

He got in several blows before the voice returned.

“You’re going to slip in the mud?”

And so, with the thought in his head, he did. He fell forward, his sword flying from his hand, leaving him defenseless.

He could see Logan yelling at him, probably encouraging him to get up or warning him of an incoming attack, but his voice remained muffled. 

“You’re defenseless now… It would be a shame if the dragon witch went after your friend.”

“N-no,” Roman muttered, sliding in the mud as he tried to stand. He watched as the dragon turned her attention away from him and towards Logan.

“It’s okay, Roman!” Logan assured, holding up his shield against the lumbering creature. “You’re brother is no better than a boggart from Harry Potter. Just take the awful things he says and turn them into something better. Use your imagination.”

Roman summoned a bow and arrow, refusing to stay down without a fight. He shot at the dragon, regaining her attention.

The voice of his brother laughed. “Have you ever thought about shooting Logan?”

He felt his muscles shift, the aim of his bow changing directory. He screwed his eyes shut against the thought, knowing there was no use in trying to fight against his brother. Shooting Logan…

The bow in his hand morphed into a camera and he shot a picture. He smiled at the angry shout of his brother. 

He pictured himself in rain boots and suddenly the mud wasn’t too slippery. He stood, regaining his fighting stance, and going after the dragon once again. 

He fought for a while longer before the voice returned. 

“Imagine her eating Logan.”

Just like in the dream the dragon turned to Logan with a snarl, her teeth bared. But unlike in the dream, this time Roman knew how to fight back.

“No,” he shook his head, a wry smile on his face. “Imagine her eating with Logan.”

Suddenly the scene shifted into a fancy restaurant, the dragon witch and Logan sitting at a table, a waiter pouring them drinks.

Roman let out a laugh at the absurdity of it all and his brother appeared, his face red.

“You can’t just do that! I was in control here! I’m stronger than you, the better creativity. Thomas can’t ignore me any longer!”

“You may be different than Roman, but you are in no way better,” Logan replied as he took a bite of a breadstick. “And this is Roman’s territory too, he can control it just as well as you. Your ideas may be able to bother Thomas, but those are his thoughts. You don’t get to control Roman’s, only he does that.”

“Yeah!” Roman chimed in, crossing his arms.

Remus let out a growl, summoning a hammer. He hit Logan, who only blinked.

“This isn’t real, you know that, right?” He asked, tilting his head. 

Remus glowered at him before hitting Roman, his hammer letting out a squeak. He looked down at what was now a children’s toy and threw it on the ground with a yell.

“Wonder how that happened…” Roman feigned innocence and Logan let out a snort.

“Y-you haven’t seen the last of the Duke!” Remus shouted, marching off. The dragon witch stuck out her tongue at them before following after him.

Once they were gone Roman let out a sigh of relief, slumping against the table. Logan reached out, giving his hand a squeeze.

“I’m proud of you, Roman. I know it took a lot of courage to stand up to him like that.” 

“It was all thanks to you, really. How can I ever repay you for your help?”

Logan waved the notion off. “I was happy to help, really.” Then he grinned. “Although, we are already at this restaurant and I am feeling kinda hungry…”

Roman grinned, jumping into the dragon witch’s abandoned chair. He snapped his fingers and their mud soaked clothes transformed into fancy suits. The waiter appeared before them, listing the specials.

Roman looked down at the camera in his hand, which had finished developing the photo. He thought Logan would look worried in it, afraid of being shot with an arrow, or that he’d be focused on the dragon witch, but instead he was looking right at the camera, right at Roman. Roman smiled as he took in Logan’s encouraging expression, knowing that he’d meant it when he said he believed in him. Plus, that shield really suited him.

“I’m hanging this on my wall,” Roman commented, showing the picture to Logan. He could have sworn Logan’s cheeks reddened.

“I’m glad we have a photo to capture our first adventure together.”

Roman’s brows furrowed at that.

“No, this can’t be our first adventure. I go on adventures all the time. Like that time I was a sea captain with… Patton… Or that time I owned a haunted mansion with… Virgil. Oh, Logan I’m so sorry for never inviting you into my realm before.”

Logan just shrugged, looking away. “It’s quite alright, Roman. I’m sure that, given the fact that I’m logic, it could be assumed that I wouldn’t enjoy such activities.”

“I still should have asked…” 

“But why would you, it’s not like we’re friends or anything. I was surprised to see you at my door, no ones ever visited me before.”

Roman felt like he’d been punched. Logan didn’t think they were friends? Of course they were friends! Even if… He’d never given an indication of such. And no one visited Logan? He thought for sure Patton and Virgil were friends with him outside of videos. He knew they did a few group things, but come to think of it, did he ever see Logan outside of that?

“Of course we’re friends!” Roman announced and Logan’s eyes widened.

“W-we are?”

“Yes!”

Logan looked happy at first but soon grew quiet. He thought for a few seconds before standing up. “Well, you haven’t been a very good friend.”

And with that, he left. Roman let out a groan, putting his head against the table. All the names he’d called Logan and times he’d ignored his interests came to mind and he felt like such an idiot.

“I have to make this up to him.”

The next day Roman knocked on Logan’s door once again. The logical side was much quicker to answer this time, his eyes full of worry.

“Roman, did something happen again?”

Roman frowned, grabbing Logan’s hand and pulling him down the hall.

“No, I’m sorry for making you believe that the only reason I’d come to you is if I needed something. We’re going on an adventure, a real one.”

When they reached the imagination Roman changed them both into space suits. They stepped forward, into a rocket ship.

Logan let out a gasp, studying the controls in awe. “Roman, you really didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” Roman revealed, showing Logan how to start the ship, “we’re friends after all, it’s only right that I find an adventure that caters to your interests.”

Logan grinned at him, flipping a switch and listening the countdown. They buckled in, yelling as the ship took off.

Once in space, they floated around the cabin, Logan staring out the window in fascination.

“The reason I came to you yesterday,” Roman began, believing it only fair to let him know, “is that you’re calm and collected. I trusted you’d be able to help me and know how to handle the situation. If I… If I had shown up like that at anyone else’s door there would have been a mass panic.” He let out a sigh looking away. “I was also… Scared. Of my brother. But you… You had stood up to him. I admired that. I felt safe with you.”

“Roman…” Logan pulled Roman into a hug. “I’m glad you came to me.”

Roman smiled at him. “Me too.”

The soft moment ended as quickly as it started, as alarms began to sound. Roman grinned excitedly, showing Logan how to attack the alien ship. Logan protested at first, saying they should form an alliance with the aliens.

So, after a long day, the two had ended up with quite a large army formed of different species. They also ended up a few human colonies on different planets and several trade agreements. Luckily for Roman, there were also some battles with species that refused to stand down. 

Roman watched Logan’s eyes shine as he stared out at the stars and made a mental note to hang out with him more often. They were friends, after all.

(No tag list because I don't know who's seen the new video or anyone's thoughts about Remus yet)

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WEILAN FIC REC

It's as the title says - the five times Shen Wei did a horny grip™ because let it be known that while Zhao Yunlan is explicitly shamelessly thirsty, Shen Wei is equally as thirsty but in a more lowkey manner. Oh, and of course, WeiLan as lesbians can't be passed up for this.(gift fic for taki who introduced the weilan lesbian agenda to me!)Hello! I finally had some time (spoiler: I actually didn’t but I can always have time for my dads) to properly make a compilation of WeiLan fanfic recommendations. I included some CN ones bc I absolutely love them to bits and pieces and some WeiLan derivatives bc why not. 

Please click the kudos and leave a comment on the authors’ works to thank them and show your appreciation! <3 This will be updated periodically.

bc I’m shameless - imma shove my own weilan fics here

Title: Uhaw Summary: Shen Wei felt a smile on his face despite the seriousness of the situation. “Your loyalty will forever remain divided.” // “My loyalty is with you.” Zhao Yunlan declared. “Always has been, always will be.” [WEILAN MAFIA/GANGSTER AU 1/1] Notes: i was horny for weilan being horny for each other and being a power couple with some plot thrown in the mix im not sorry

Title: Devour Your God Summary: "The beast inside him howls and the inhumane thunderous chanting resounds in the beautiful ghost king. You remember don’t you? The more beautiful the ghost...the more terrifying."

[a look through shen wei's eyes as he goes through kunlun's multiple reincarnations until zhao yunlan; novel-compliant and shen san extra hints but should be spoiler free 1/1] Notes: sometimes we’re also sad in our weilan lives but do know they get their happy ending anyway

Title: Earlier On Summary: Zhao Yunlan starts remembering his life as Kunlun months after he first entered the world and his only clue resides on that creature (because his adult brain is now telling his baby brain that that wasn't a human) robed in white with a golden mask peering down on his crib. Notes: [novel-verse gift fic for orro AKA babey zhao yunlan having adult brain/memories who’s everyone’s source of headache]

Title: Five Times Shen Wei Did A Horny Grip Summary: It's as the title says - the five times Shen Wei did a horny grip™ because let it be known that while Zhao Yunlan is explicitly shamelessly thirsty, Shen Wei is equally as thirsty but in a more lowkey manner. Oh, and of course, WeiLan as lesbians can't be passed up for this. Notes: (gift fic for taki who introduced the weilan lesbian agenda to me!)

Title: Some Things Stay The Same and Some Don't  Summary: “Xiao Wei,” Zhao Yunlan called in a serious voice making Shen Wei stiffen in attention, “Your boobs are actually big, aren’t they?” Shen Wei almost slipped from her position at the unexpected - or well, this is Zhao Yunlan so perhaps ‘expected’ should be the term - comment. “Yunlan, honestly!” “No really, it’s bigger than mine.” “Everyone’s bigger than your tiny mangoes, stupid owner.” Da Qing laughed from the kitchen. “I think even Lin Jing and Lao Chu have bigger ones compared to you.” Notes: lesbian!weilans part 2 for emmy featuring the primordial gods, shen wei + mama zhao interaction, and kunlun taking in 2 ghost queens instead of just one

Title: Repercussions of Meddling Summary: “You know what the diviner’s instructions were, right? Gather the hallows and let fate run its course or else there can be dire consequences.” Zhao Yunlan clenched his fist as he recalls Shen Wei’s hardships paralleled with Ye Zun’s loss of sanity, the ghost lovers’ fate in an effort to protect him, the brewing war as the vision the hallows have given him on their deaths, and an ever burning flame on his soul as he watched Shen Wei disappear stay clear.“There can’t be anything more dire than that future.” The two leaders looked at each other meaningfully. “And if the bulk of the repercussions on you twisting the timeline falls on you?” Zhao Yunlan huffed in amusement and flipped his long hair to his back. “If I'm the one who has to pay then so be it.” Notes: aka ye zun is a bad influence to shen wei and add that in for 10,000 years where they're both awake, alive, and together waiting for a certain someone's reappearance in their lives --- THIS CAN GET DARK; drama canon divergence au where zhao yunlan as kunlun ends up saving ye zun in the past and meddling with time 

Title: A Path Back Home Summary: The Dixing kingdom's delegation set off for a peace treaty with the kingdom of Haixing as new tides of the world was coming. For some, this was a turning point for the three kingdoms. For Ye Zun and his father, this was a chance to bring back their two other family members home with them. The past retains its stories and secrets, the present shakes the foundations of everyone's belief, and the future is a path back home. (read a/n before reading!) Notes: weilan royalty a/b/o au aka the most self-indulgent fic (it wasn’t supposed to be multi-chap but brain said ‘world building’ and now i suffer)

Title: where everything converges Summary: collection for weilan week prompts - day 1: beginnings (SID+SW meets the youngest primordial god) day 3: au (tgcf au of god!ZYL and ghost king!SW) day 7: anniversary (there will come a day where SW wakes up to the 5,000 years and 1 day of being with ZYL)

Title: in all worlds and in all timelines Summary: collection of weilan prompts (do send some and i’ll see if i can write it!)

Title: The Power of Words Summary: “You have lived for as long as I have and so you must know that words have power. The likes of old sayings and proverbs hold a decree to them the longer it’s passed around from one breathing soul to another. They become entities and binding spells on their own through time.”

“What has that got to do with anything right now? Ghost Slayer, you are already treading a dangerous path with the choices you have made the past months. Do I still need to remind you of this?” the spirit asked.

The black robed creature acted as if he didn’t hear his companion and spoke once more. “I suppose it doesn’t matter right as of this moment,” he crossed his legs and continued, “Let me tell you a story; a secret.” Notes: it was supposed to be a oneshot but my need for novel shen wei characterization bled through so now it’s a 3shot *sigh* 

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Title:  狗在江湖 Notes: this is a mix of novel and drama elements AND it’s a/b/o AND it has 30 chapters so obv i cried

Title: Sweet Dreams Summary:  朱白ABO，架空末世微悬疑。 Notes: okay so it was weird for me at first bc they were using zhubai’s names until i realized they were pertaining to weilan derivative in general AND OKAY LISTEN - the plot??? THE PLOT??? GLORIOUS

Title: 我说所有的酒都不如你 Summary: 这大概是一个东江二哈狼和东江气死猫你追我跑你继续追我假装跑你拼命追我跑不动了的爱情故事（。 Notes: 2Luo aka Luo Fusheng x Luo Fei weilan derivative and this is legit my favorite derivative fic!!! they mixed both dramas and fed me sentinel + guide trope AND THEN WOW PLOT

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Title:  Black Cloak Reversed Summary:  Chief Zhao is a little too friendly with the Black-Cloaked Envoy. The members of the SID worry that he's being emotionally disloyal to Professor Shen. Notes: drama; zhao yunlan is a filthy, thirsty man and SID mourns over this fact

Title:  my heart broke loose on the wind Summary:  If Yunlan is going to learn how to make actual food that requires more effort than just boiling water and putting hot water into stuff, he’s going to have to take all the notes. “Right,” he says to himself. “How hard can it be?” He watches all twenty-two minutes and fourteen seconds of Chef Shen's video without fast-forwarding. When it comes to an end, he clicks on the replay button. He ends up taking zero notes, and the only thing he manages to learn from the whole exercise is that Chef Shen -Shen Wei- is really fucking beautiful when he smiles. Notes: au; alternative summary - ye zun: how thirsty are you for my bro zhao yunlan: thirsty? pls im a paragon of all things holy, i am a kind and generous citizen of the world, i am - ye zun: i can help you get in his pants  zhao yunlan: - thirsty af; i am very thirsty 

Title:  when we reunite, the world will tilt on its axis Summary:  Zhao Yunlan tries to figure out how he should approach the matter of young Shen Wei. Notes: drama; babey!shen wei who's so earnest and genuinely in-love ahhh im soft

Title:  Wild Thing, Stop Your Teasing Summary: Shen Wei’s eyelid twitch as Yunlan unwraps another lollipop, closes his spit-shiny lips around the spherical head while looking at Shen Wei under dark eyes and thick lashes. Fists clenched on his pant leg, Shen Wei swallows and tamps down the urge to grab Yunlan across the table. Notes: drama; when you think zhao yunlan's thirst has a limit - he goes an open his mouth but hey shen wei's head over heels thousands of years ago already anyway

Title:  Tease the Wild Thing Summary: Yunlan's POV from shaenanigans' awesome fic ''Wild Thing, Stop your Teasing''. Yeah, it's the one with the lollipops, and the porn with feels. You know. The Good Stuff. Notes: more weilan smut after the one above?? SIGN ME TF UP

Title:  without complexities or pride Summary:  “Kunlun Hall’s rules do not apply to you,” Yunlan says simply, moving to steep some tea for Shen Wei. “You are the Black Cloak Envoy. Lord Kunlun holds you in high regard.” “And you hold him in high regard,” Shen Wei adds before he’s able to stop himself. Shen Wei can hear the wretched jealousy in his own voice, and no doubt Yunlan can as well, because Yunlan’s smile turns sly, and his eyes are very knowing when he says, “In a way, I suppose I do.” Notes: (Or, the Not-Exactly-A-Courtesan!Yunlan fic.) >> im crying bc YES

Title:  Every ridge hand-picked by the late sun’s slant light Summary:  Zhao Yunlan gets up to greet this man, his destiny – who is currently scowling behind his fancy embroidered mask – and smiles as filthily as he can make it. Whatever else they might be to each other, Shen Wei has been taunting him for weeks. Zhao Yunlan is going to take him home and fuck him until he cries and he wants Shen Wei to know that. “Long time, no see,” he says. The Black Cloaked Envoy blanches. Notes: when i say i thirst for weilan papapa where shen wei loses his self control - I MEAN IT

Title:  that's where you belong Summary:  First of all, how dare Shen Wei. Second of all, Zhao Yunlan has been looking forward to this for like, as long as he's been aware that Shen Wei is an alpha. Third of all -- Notes: im crying bc all i ever wanted was for novel weilan's characterization bc i know their papapa would be the hottest with that and i have been fed with this need and even partnered w/ a/b/o trope /SOBS

Title:  Just Cared Too Much Summary:  Zhao Yun Lan found out his father was dead while he was pouring concrete down the throat of a backstabbing dickbag. “Chief, I'm sorry, the Boss is gone. Shot to the head, on his way to meet the Russians.” Notes: i was dying to have a mafia au and this appeared THANK YOU; and def one of the other things that pushed me to finish my own mafia au for weilan lol

Title:  家教 - or - Domestic Education Summary:  Shen Wei is the Ghost King, born out of the unyielding chaos of entropy that had consumed the underworld before the creation of the wheel of reincarnation. He's the cosmic guardian of death and all her darlings, and the universe through the lens of his eye is rife with demons, hungry ghosts, and shadows creeping out of their places. So there is absolutely no way he is getting sick. Notes: im novel verse trash and we get that PLUS mama!zhao uhh hell yes???

Title:  Sarva Summary:  Or, 一切. At work, in public, Shen Wei is meticulously, seamlessly polite. In bed, he's something else. Notes:  this was the first weilan smut i read AND ALL THE YES BC SHEN WEI LOSING IT FOR ZHAO YUNLAN IS MY KINK

Title:  Future Forged Summary: Masquerading as Kunlun, Zhao Yunlan sets out on a mission to recover the stolen Hallows alongside the young Shen Wei. Along the way, he discovers new abilities, forges new bonds, unearths old histories, and learns that the universe goes beyond his wildest imagination. Notes: lol way better take on what happened during that time travel thing than what the drama had

Title:  who you allow Summary: But then Zhao Yunlan goes and gets a haircut, and Shen Wei. Pouts. For like three days. Notes: for the record - i, too, believe shen wei will pout bc of this

Title:  Significant Other Colour Summary: Collars are so old-fashioned and Zhao Yunlan can’t help but feel that there’s an ulterior motive hiding behind Shen Wei’s innocently widened eyes. Notes: tfw i've tried to bury my needs on acknowledging how shen wei canonically wants to lock up zhao yunlan and then this fic hits me - author pls let me love you (for y'all heed the warnings)

Title:  Afterimage Summary:  Zhu Yi Long is an awkward turtle. Now he has to deal with letting Shen Wei and Ye Zun go. Notes:  okay so im not really into fics on real people but this was done so well? it explores the effects of zhu yilong's method acting and sets straight that zhubai and weilan are not one and the same at the end of the day

Title:  Twill Seeker Summary: The young master has a thing for the butler. The butler is at the end of his rope. Notes: if anyone comes after me and my apparent need for butler shen wei and young master zhao yunlan, hide me

Title:  When You're Old, You Want To Celebrate Birthdays At Home Summary: Shen Wei comes home to a surprise. Notes: me, wiping a tear: oh look, a ye zun characterization i actually like even if he's mentioned only

Title:  do nothing day Summary:  “The stress of work is exhausting me and my wife is scolding me now,” Zhao Yunlan pretends to whine, hiding his face in the blankets. “You’ve seen who I work with, those stubborn kids who cause me nothing but trouble. You’re supposed to be on my side, meant to pity me when the world turns against me. I deserve this day off and I reserve the right to do as I please. And if I want to be a slug in the bed then that’s what I’m going to do.” Notes: "It’s so gentle that Shen Wei almost can’t stand it, the way Zhao Yunlan lets him do as he likes, just receiving whatever Shen Wei wants to give him. And there’s so much that Shen Wei wants to lavish onto his Zhao Yunlan." -- dont bother for the ambulance i know im DOA

Title:  Heat and Desire Summary: Five times Zhao Yunlan had an oral fixation and one time Shen Wei did something about it. Notes: "You tease me, Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei whispers, his breath tickling against Zhao Yunlan’s ear. "You tease me and you tease me and you seem to think that I won't do anything about it." -- me, choking: IM FINE

Title:  Just A Phone Call Away Summary:  Chief Zhao gets hurt on a case and nobody wants to be the one to call Professor Shen and tell him.... Notes: SID family + shen wei's first reaction to the call??? sign me up

Title:  Never Losing You Summary:  Yunlan can't open his eyes, can't shut his mouth. Needy, keening noises pour out of his throat completely out of his control. Shen Wei's closed fist is around him, pumping fast and tight in rhythm to his fucking, making him see stars exploding behind closed eyelids, thoroughly engulfed by the incredible sensations racketing up and down his spine originating from where they're so deliciously joined. Shen Wei's other hand cradles his jaw, careful, reverent, but also serves to ground Yunlan to the bed so Shen Wei can fuck him harder, deeper. Notes: i can never have enough weilan papapa bc if canon doesn't give me the explicit juicy details then im turning to fic writers with metaphorical gold payment

Title:  third time's the charm Summary: “I’m what Da Qing likes to describe as ‘especially tenacious’ when I’m in heat, even more so when I have a specific Alpha in mind,” Yunlan tells him, casual. (Or, three times Shen Wei helps Zhao Yunlan through his heat.) Notes: me, looking through the window with a faraway look: a/b/o universe makes me weak even if it's not even explicit

Title: this secret language that we speak Summary: "If you don't want to do this any more," says Shen Wei, "you get off the couch, and we'll do whatever you want. Do you understand?" Zhao Yunlan is so hot he thinks he's going to light the couch on fire. He swallows and nods."I didn't hear you," says Shen Wei, implacable as death. "Do you understand?" Zhao Yunlan has to clear his throat, and when he manages to speak, his voice is gravelled with arousal. "Yeah. I do." "Good," says Shen Wei. Notes: i cried 69 times bc my horny ass is fed and jfc domineering shen wei??? *cries for the 70th time*

Title: Shen Wei Summary: Shen Wei loves Zhao Yunlan, and there is only so long he can feign otherwise. Notes: [Zhao Yunlan gives a small shrug, uninvested in the argument. “All right. And where do you belong?” Shen Wei freezes, flashes of memory assaulting him, of Kunlun’s skin hot against his, of promises moaned against each other’s necks. Inside you is all he can think.] BINCH I DIED AT THIS PART

Title: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This Summary: Zhao Yunlan jerks back to the waking world gasping and screaming and drowning in the anguish that comes with being lit on eternal consuming fire. The unmistakable rich copper taste of blood fills his mouth and he opens tear-filled bloodshot eyes that he was sure melted a long time ago with the rest of his physical body. He sees faces crowding around him in varying degrees of worry, but the pain blinds him from putting names to the faces. His throat feels raw, as if he'd been screaming for centuries and realizes on the next breath that he's been screaming a name. Shen Wei's name. Notes: drama-verse but a hopeful one TYL im here for the whole the last episode didn’t happen bc we can use the plot that the drama threw away lol

Title: Aftermath Summary: The fallout after the dust has settled. Notes: a look on what happened after the 4th extra in the novel; s o f t

Title: The world that we'll invent Summary: Shen Wei's self-control continues to be tested. Notes: [Nothing in Shen Wei's long existence has prepared him for the problem that is Zhao Yunlan.] >> honestly this is the summary of weilan in general 

Title: Quiet Heart, Hollow Body Summary: It has been ten thousand years since Shen Wei met Kunlun, but he could never forget the one who first saw beyond the mask of the Black Cloaked Envoy to the person beneath. Notes: im novel bias for so many reasons but this was absolutely amazing as a drama setting bc it /is/ closer to the novel setting bc shen wei was actually awake those 10,000 years so that desperation and intensity of novel!sw is closer here - really great read

last updated: March 2, 2020

[cutiecrates]

Cutie Reviews: Tokyo Treat April 19

 Okay, so it occurred to me that I accidentally marked last months TokyoTreat as February <3< I hope that didn’t confuse anyone like it did me. . .

“Happy Easter to our awesome TokyoTreat family! We hope you’re ready for an exciting mix of treats in your box this month. We have a number of sweet and savory treats for you and pulled together a box of treats we hope will get you into the Easter spirit! Lookout for some special fruity flavors, crunchy crispy texures, and an all-around fun box! Are you ready? We certainly are, so please enjoy this month’s Easter Surprise box!“

Lucky Treat & Contest Prizes

(I always forget to take these pics, but since I had room I decided to get them before starting :P)

For this months Lucky Treat we have a whole plethora of Pokemon-themed goods x3 from sweets and snacks to home goods to various random knick-knacks and cuddly new plush. This would be perfect for any Pokemon fan.

Meanwhile, the prize features some adorable shiba, and some Pokemon desk figurines. They all look like a lot of fun~

Sakura Cola

Our first item is this really pretty pink Sakura Cola drink. Now, originally we were supposed to have a Banana Yogurt Fanta drink, but because of everything related to the box being curated months in advance and the last-minute switch, this new drink wasn’t put into the booklet. Instead we got a note about it, explaining that because this was such a new drink and everyone has been requesting Sakura-flavored items, they had to include this.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ 

I wasn’t disappointed by the last-minute swap in drink items, and I love this shade of pink so I fell in love with this drink quickly. Unfortunately, as pretty as it looks... its taste is weird. 

It’s sort of like... a really light or bland cola, with a faint floral aftertaste that lingers. I can’t really say it reminds me of previous Sakura/cherry blossom tastes I’ve had. It does have a smoothness to it though, and I feel like the more I drink the better it gets. But it’s still a little weird to me.

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Our DIY for the month is a Chocolate Banana Soft Candy DIY kit we’ve already had before. I think around last Easter or some months ago, I do remember it though so I won’t be doing a review post on it. It’s great if you like easy to no instructions and like banana- but it tastes very artificial to me and the only part I like is the chocolate and candy...

Tohato Caramel Corn Tiramisu & Good Moist Chocolate

Our first item is the ever-so-popular Tohato Caramel Corn in Tiramisu flavor. This chocolate is baked with cocoa flavors and those in the tiramisu dessert, and it’s enhanced with coffee to add that extra touch.

The entire bag is 425 calories; so you shouldn’t eat these all at once or alone. I can’t say this brand is healthy, but in small doses it’s okay.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

Okay, so I never actually had real tiramisu before; I think I tried it once in a set of exotic puddings I bought at the store, but it wasn’t like the actual dessert.

However, I think this tastes delicious. They’re light chocolate with a pinch of saltiness and coffee. The coffee isn’t really bitter or anything, and until reading the information i didn’t realize there was coffee flavoring in this.

If you don’t like coffee I’m not sure how you would like these; but I feel like they’re tolerable, unless you’re extremely sensitive to it.

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To go with these, with also have this off-brand bag of good moist chocolate, which is chocolate said to melt in the mouth. These come in circle shapes, but as you can see in the picture there are also some heart-shaped ones. I’m not sure why but I think it’s adorable~♥

The entire bag is 192kcal, and they have a crispy texture and are completely soaked in chocolate.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ 

See, now these actually taste bitter. They’re not bad or anything, and I like dark chocolate a lot, but I don’t think that’s what they use in these... and I found them to be meh. The booklet says they melt in your mouth (they also like these way more than I do :P), but I didn’t enjoy them enough to wait and find out. I noticed a little melting but nothing too extreme or exciting...

Okin Milk Coffee Crisps & Banana Kit-Kats

Next up we have some milk coffee-flavored little crisps (that reminds me a teensy big of fossilized dinosaur heads) by coming in a cutesy bag that resembles a canned drink!

The entire bag is 77kcal.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

These remind me a lot of a cereal, like the rice puffs from the previous box. They taste good, a lot more coffee-ish than the tiramisu caramel corn and it lingers in the mouth more noticeably. They don’t taste bitter but again if you don’t like coffee you might not be fond on these.

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Next is an item I won’t be reviewing because we’ve had it before. These banana kit-kats are exactly the same as last years Easter box; nothing is different. They have a banana milk-ish taste I find tolerable- but I still don’t like bananas, so I usually share these ones more than the others :P

Furuta Egg Chocolate & Rice Puff Bar

Our next item is a fun one- because not only does it come in this neat egg container to go with the holiday, but the egg came in a few different colors :D but as you can see, the inside candy is essentially non-marked, dull colored M&Ms.

I’ve decided not to review these ones because hasn’t everyone had M&Ms at least once? they have a crunchy non-flavored candy shell over chocolate; which tastes a bit different than M&Ms do.

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Meanwhile, this is kind of a not-really funny story, but when I used the rice puff in this I though it was sweet because last months were. I prefer savory rice snacks, and I was very delighted to find out this was!

Sorta, it’s made with sweet soy sauce- which is absolutely one of my most favorite things ever~

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

The only way this could be better would be if the soy sauce flavoring was stronger. But to be fair it might have been back when I got this, I don’t know, it wasn’t opened beforehand.

The flavoring is light, so I want to say it’s a great blend of both sweet and savory, because it doesn’t bring to mind sugary cereal, nor does it remind one of a rice dish. It reminded me a lot of something I had before, but I can’t think of what...

Anpanman Mini-Chocolate Lollipop & Sherbet Cola Candy Stick

Who doesn’t love a good lollipop now and then? Our first item in this set is an adorable Anpanman chocolate lollpop featuring the adorable Dokinchan (my favorite anpanman character). The chocolate is half strawberry and half milk, and this is a mini one, so as you can assume they do have bigger ones. I have seen them before.

The brand is Fujiya, and this is 30kcal.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

It’s very tasty, it reminds me a lot of those yummy apollo chocolates. The only disappointing thing is that its gone in like two seconds ;P

(Also, as a side note the top piece the chocolate is on resembles Anpanman. On the opposite end is Dokinchan, they’re so cute~)

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Our partner item is an adorable cola-flavored lollipop in a sherbet powder. The powder tastes like soda (the blue kind in Japanese candy obvs) and it has a little bit of foaminess to it~ 

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

Both flavors individually and together are delicious. The powder has a bit of a tanginess to it but it isn’t sour or anything, while the lollipop is sort of a mild-sweetness, so it’s not overly sugary or anything. It’s just perfect :3 I loved every second of it.

Kappa Shrimp 4-pack & Garlic Edamame Chips

Our next items are both by the brand Calbee (which I didn’t realize when I took the picture, but the color should have tipped me off?), first is the 4-pack set of Kappa Shrimp, which I won’t be reviewing because we’ve already had it before.

I will say this though. Each bag is 60 kcal, and if you like light crunchy snacks and the flavor of shrimp you’ll probably like these? A few years ago I loved eating shrimp but then I got over it, and I really don’t like seafood as a whole, so these I’m... eh, with. By that I mean, they’re not my favorite, but I don’t actually hate them.

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I always get excited when we get Japanese Chips; I’m not a huge chip fan, but I love their unique flavors! This time we got a bag of sweet edamame mixed with salty garlic to create a lovely, delicious, and crunchy blend.

Each bag is 305kcal. Which is kind of a lot, but if you share them or eat them in a few sittings it’s not so bad.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

I can’t say these taste sweet or salty, they’re actually pretty peppery if you ask me. They make me think of a really yummy garlic bread with a hint of edamame, and they have a hard crunch- which I usually dislike since it makes my mouth sore, but I find it tolerable in this case~

Dragon Bar Umaibo & Corn Potage Crisps

These our are final 2 items, a special and unique Umaibo (which was part of a collab with a game I forgot the name of...) said to be “Dragon“ flavored. If you’re curious in this, I’ve seen it on Blippo.com, and the TokyoTreat online store might have them in...

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥  

So if you don’t like spoilers I’d suggest not reading this next part.

Dragon flavor is actually Soda. It tastes exactly like soda flavoring and seems a little foamy. It’s very weird, but I don’t hate it. 

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The final item is more up my alley :P it’s a corn potage snack and if you’ve been around long, you’ll remember my most favorite Umaibo is the corn potage one. So whenever we have corn portage or just corn flavored anything, I always have high hopes it’ll be good~

The bag is only 48kcal, so I feel like this would be a nice snack to have because you get a lot of them per-bag.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

They’re very delicious~ They have a typical corn/corn potage flavor and are lightly crisp. I would recommend them if you see them.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 5 out of 5. Everything was very tasty, and if you like banana you’d probably love this one. Nothing tasted bad or was too intense, except for the banana items for me personally but it’s not fair to judge it on that. Quality was good, nothing tasted stale or expired, the repetition wasn’t too bad this time around either. 

Theme - 1 out of 5. Here was where the box kind of flopped, yes in comparison to the other boxes I can say this one is probably the most Easter oriented, but in comparison to last year I feel like it was heavily lessened. They only gave us 2 Easter items, 1 was a repeat I’m pretty sure, and the other was similar to another item we had in another box. Nothing really special or unique...

Total Rank: 7 out of 10. The items are fine and good, again I hate banana but I don’t want to discredit it over that. I’m only really disappointed by the failure of a theme. I would otherwise recommend the box because I thought everything as pretty good. Also, as I suspected, they removed the health snack. We haven’t had it for... what 3 boxes now? So far they’ve been getting rid of everything I liked DX first the cute bonus items, then the original characters, they have also been giving us the boring repetitive DIY kits too lately so I’m not too happy about that either...

♥ Cutie’s Scale of Yummy ♥

1. Garlic Edamame Potato Chips- This one gave me the stronger flavor and quantity I wanted in the corn crisps :P the flavor is a bit odd at first bite, but addictively tasty~

2. Corn Potage Crisps - Surprisingly this isn’t my #1 of the box, but only because I wish the flavor was a little stronger and it’d be nice if we had more of it~

3. Cola Candy Stick - I wasn’t sure what to expect with the “sherbet“ but the soda flavor goes well with the cola. I love both of them together and seperately~

4. Rice Puff Bar - I loved snacking on this, but the flavor needs to be stronger~

5. Caramel Corn Tiramisu - Pretty much a better version of the below, and sweeter, but not overbearingly so like previous Caramel Corn I’ve had. I love the crispy texture.

6. Okin Milk Coffee Crisps - Honestly I didn’t have too much of an opinion of these, but I do like them. The coffee taste lingers though, so I wouldn’t recommend them to non-coffee fans.

7. Anpanman Chocolate - Dokinchan is so cute, and I love strawberry. I just wish it was bigger!

8. Kappa Shrimp - Had them before, I don’t hate them and I’m sure if you like shrimp you’ll love these.

9. Good Moist Chocolate - I didn’t hate these, but I can’t say I liked them either. I loved the heart-shaped pieces though.

10. Dragon Umaibo - I didn’t hate it, but it was so weird, in a fun sort of way.

11. Sakura Cola - I love how pretty it is but I had higher hopes for it...

12.  Egg Chocolate - They weren’t anything special but I thought the egg container was cute.

13. Banana Kitkats - They were okay but because they’re nothing new and my disliking of banana... yeah...

[shikastemari]

hormones - b&s.

pairing boruto uzumaki x sarada uchiha

request

word count 1,741

when it happens they’re 25 here

warnings none

a/n now my notes will be after the text to avoid telling y’all any kind of spoilers!

MASTERLIST

“Lollipops.” Boruto repeated his wife, his brows furrowing at what she had just told him.

Sarada was laying on the couch, wearing a top, her hand traveling her eminent belly. She was two months pregnant and recently, Boruto noticed Sarada and her hormones had been battling a strong fight for control inside her. He also realized her hormones had won quite frequently.

The blond boy was standing next to her, glancing down, fighting the urge to sit down and pull her to a tight hug. He knew that if he actually did it, he wouldn’t let go of her.

“Please, Boruto. I haven’t asked for anything until now!” Sarada whined, she stretched her hand and tugged her hand on his pants, pulling him closer.

He frowned. “You literally asked for a lemonade yesterday.”

“I was thirsty! Now, it’s not a request for me, it’s for your son.” Sarada pointed her free hand to her belly.

“It’s a girl.” Boruto stated, and then, he shook his head. “A lollipop.” He giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Sarada sat straight on the couch, crossing her arms across her chest.

“It’s just… Shikadai called me yesterday and said his wife is having the weirdest cravings ever and here you are, asking for a lollipop.” Boruto sat next to her, his hand instinctively going to touch her belly gently. He always loved every time his skin connected to hers, feeling the tiny chakra of their kid on his palm.

“Why did you sit? Go buy my lollipop.” Sarada pushed him away from the couch, and Boruto pouted when he lost contact with her.

“I want to spend some time with my baby girl.”

“I don’t want you. I want a lollipop!” She exclaimed, pushing him even further.

“I was talking about our daughter.” He deadpanned, leaning in to give her a quick peck on the lips.

“It’s a boy! I know it.”

Boruto felt her words shaking, and suddenly he knew she was on verge of tears.

“Okay, okay. Which lollipop do you want?” Boruto caught both of her hands on his, kissing every single finger while she was thinking about her answer.

“The one we used to have when we were kids.”

“But, honey, they are not produced anymore. They haven’t in years.” Boruto informed her.

Tears began to pool on the corner of her eyes, and Boruto felt his heart shattering. He hated to see her crying, especially when she had no control over it.

“Please, don’t cry. I’ll figure out, okay? Lemme see what I can do for both loves of mine.” He leaned in and gave her a butterfly kiss.

Boruto had no idea how he would find it, but something on the back of his mind told there might be a place that could help him.

The last time Boruto stepped on that same store, was when he forgot to bring his little sister a present from a Kiri trip he did. Sarada had told him about this particular store where food from everywhere was sell. The owner, an old lady, made him play cards against her, only because she didn’t like him and didn’t want to sell him what he needed. Boruto only hoped that, by now, she would have forgotten about him.

“Not you again.” Was the first thing he heard as soon as he stepped a foot on the old place. An even older woman was standing behind the balcony, with someone at his age. Boruto recognized her as soon as his eyes laid on her.

“I really need your help. Is there any chance you have any of those fruit lollipops that were fabricated years ago? I don’t quite remember the brand, but they were blue and very sticky.”

“Second shelter, on the corridor 4.” The younger woman said, without taking her eyes from the bill she was staring at.

“No!! I am not selling you anything! Once a cheater, always a cheater. There is no way-“ The old woman stopped talking to cough a little bit.

“Look. I know I was a little pain in the ass in the past, but I really need it. My wife’s craving it badly, and she is crying, and PLEASE.” Boruto didn’t think he had ever heard himself so desperate before, but it was his first child, so he thought he had a green card to be feeling like that.

“Fine, but you are playing cards against me and no cheating this time!” The lady said, and Boruto just nodded.

It would be a long afternoon.

Except that, it wasn’t.

The lady slept on the first round and her helper decided to sell Boruto the candy. He knew the old lady wouldn’t approve it once she woke up, but he had no time to feel guilty about it.

Sarada was still on the couch, sitting there with a bucket of popcorn on her hands, watching some random movie with a dog and her face was writhing for crying for so long. The tears on her face were already dry when Boruto stopped next to her.

“Borutooooo, the dog died.” She cried a little bit more, hugging a cushion.

“We literally watched that film yesterday and you scolded me for crying.” Boruto giggled, aching to just reach out and take her little bump in his hands and not let go.

“It’s different and you know it.” Sarada hissed at him, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t be mad at me. Look what I have for you.”

Boruto then waved the bag with the lollipops in front of her face. Quickly, her attitude changed and he noticed how sparkling her eyes became.

“I can’t believe, why did you take so long?” She took the bag from his hand, hugging it.

“I had to check the validation date for those and also call your mother to make sure it would be prejudicial both for you and the baby.” Boruto let his body fall on the couch, jolting his head towards her.

“And?” That got Sarada’s attention, her tone filled with worried.

“All good. Your mother literally made me tell her every component from the candy so she could check it was fine.” Boruto was damn tired, but the smile on her face made everything worth it.

She quickly disposed the paper, shoving the entire thing on her mouth. Boruto sighed, relief, leaning in to rest his head on her bump.

“Boruto, I don’t think this is the right time to tell you, but I am kind craving something else.”

“Already???? This is not possible.” He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his ear on her stomach. “Please, don’t send me away, I want to stay here with my little princess.”

“PrinCE.” She corrected, her hands caressing his gold locks gently. “But don’t worry, what I am craving is not to send you away. It’s completely the other way around.”

Boruto peered up to a raised eyebrow Sarada looking at him.

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed.” Boruto took the candy from her mouth and shove into his.

“I can’t.” He blurted out, averting his gaze, embarrassed.

“Wait, why?” Sarada pulled his hair strongly, making him face her once again. “By the way, you know you just took candy away from a kid, right?”

“There’s a baby inside you.” He answered her first question, completely ignoring the second one.

“And? It’s recommended by the doctors.”

“Are you seriously telling me your mother told you to have sex with me with my baby inside you?” Boruto narrowed his eyes and Sarada laughed.

“No! It’s an universal knowledge!”

“What if-“

“Please don’t continue this question.” Sarada leaned in, pressing a kiss on his forehead. “It’s not that bi-“

“PLEASE DON’T CONTINUE WHATEVER YOU INTEND TO SAY.” Boruto sat straight on the couch, as Sarada threw her head back, laughing hardly. “Are you sure it is okay?”

“Yes.” She informed him, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him closer. Sarada slipped a palm behind Boruto’s neck, pulling her husband to rest his forehead against her shoulders. “Very sure.”

Boruto sighed. “Thank goodness, you look the hottest I’ve seen and all I want is to have you right here, right now.”

“I don’t want this anymore.” Sarada smiled slyly.

“Wait, why?” He jerked back, not able to comprehend what was happening between them anymore. Sarada’s humor was changing so fast he felt he couldn’t follow it, so he did the only thing he could: he just accepted it.

“I just want to cuddle.”

Boruto sighed, shaking his head, incredulous. “I don’t know where you end and where your hormones begin.”

Boruto crawled until they were side by side on their tiny couch. He spooned her, slipping his hands lovingly to take the swell of a child in his calloused palms like it was the sole purpose his hands were made for.

He didn’t doubt it was the truth, though. The skin of Sarada’s belly felt more like home than any place ever did.

“Boruto?”

“Yes?”

“I’ve never been this happy in my entire life.” Sarada whispered, eyes lighting up like constellations.

Boruto allowed himself a tiny grin at that. “Good, this is the most important thing to me. I’ll work hard to make you the happiest mother in the world, and I know our little girl will help me.”

“What makes you think it’s a girl?”

“I don’t know, honestly. I feel it.”

Sarada drew a breath inside of her mouth, exhaling through her nose with a roll of her eyes, but inside, she felt her heart warm by his words. “And I feel it’s a boy.”

“Maybe we’re having twins.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her temple.

“We would go crazy.” Sarada retorted in absolute happy disbelief.

Boruto nodded, grinning. “We are going crazy anyway. It’s me and you combined. This kid will be the most devilish and the smartest. We have to stick together or we are not going to survive it.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” She clicked her tongue and turned to face him, his hands smoothed down the small of her back, pulling her closer to press her body against his. “You will continue to love me even if my hormones drive you crazy?”

“And you are calling me dramatic?” Sarada raised her brow. “I will love you no matter what. It’s a promise and you know Uzumaki’s don’t break their promises.”

“I know.” She smiled, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes.

a/n

so here it is, sorry for taking so long! i literally don’t know why such a simple word as lollipop gave me this idea but why not. 

@kairi-chan i don’t think i need to say how much i love your fics, because i feel like i’ve been saying it quite a lot. thank you for your request and for always being such inspiration!

a little fluff to our lives since it seems like all i have written is pure angst.

[writingwhileyoushouldbeworking]

(Platonic) Shiemi x Amaimon One-shot

Yo, while I’m working on my other stories, I decided to write this little thing. Enjoy~

Warning: Manga compliant so contains a ton of SPOILERS for anime watchers. Also includes some headcanons.

Summary

A means to an end, he tells himself, that's all she is.

Until she's not.

FF.net

AO3

Like Daffodils 

(2940 words)

From his vantage point atop the rollercoaster, Amaimon watches Rin happily surround himself with humans. They talk and laugh, acting all chummy but that's only because they don't know Rin is a demon, right? Humans don't like demons, and demons don't like humans-

'Amaimon!' she squeals, pointing excitedly at the flock of humans standing in the distance. 'Aren't they amazing?'

When those two girls, no, just the fair-haired one shows up, Rin can't keep his eyes off her. Internally, Amaimon feels a spark of amusement at his brother's obvious interest. The girl looks down at her clothes with a self-conscious smile that's just a little too familiar and his good humor fades.

'W-what do you think?' she whispers, fidgeting with her robes. They're bulky and cover her almost entirely, leaving only her nose and mouth visible. She's flushes bright red under his scrutiny, the contrast with the green fabric making it even more obvious.

Sugary candy gets crushed to bits by his jaws. He spits out the plastic stick it came with and pushes the memory away. The humans split into pairs, and the girl and Rin walk away side by side. Amaimon takes a new lollipop from his pocket and tears off the wrapper.

Time to play.

  xXx

  He should have brought more candy.

Watching Rin and the girl wander around in search of a ghost is boring. Amaimon finishes a whole bag before they find it.

At least the spirit does some of his work for him, and Amaimon watches the girl chase after it, disappearing inside one of the attractions.

Now it’s just him and Rin.

  xXx

   Amaimon doesn't think Rin likes him all that much.

The feeling is mutual.

No matter how much Amaimon teases and taunts him, Rin barely fights back, just follows him a bit and tries to take his sword back. It's frustrating in a number of ways. Why would Father and Big Brother be interested in someone like this?

It's not until he's drawn a good deal of blood that Rin finally gets a little serious, covered in those beautiful blue flames, and his hands wrap around Amaimon's throat squeezing tighter and tighter and Amaimon feels his endless boredom start to abate.

  xXx

  He's sitting among the branches of a tree, gnawing on his thumbnail, when his older brother arrives.

Samael talks to him but the words are lost on Amaimon. He wants to play with Rin again. It's all that stupid woman with the snake sword's fault. And now she's taken Kurikara from Rin as well. Who does she think she is, anyway?

The barrier slams into him, sending him crashing into a tree and maybe she's not so stupid after all. It doesn't matter. She's going to be dead soon. It's only fair.

"I want to kill her," he says, mostly to himself.

"You won't," his brother replies immediately. "If you kill any one of them, I shall slaughter you."

His brother doesn't make idle threats and Amaimon has no desire to die.

"Sorry. I'll hold back."

It isn't too great a hindrance. He made some preparations this time. 

  xXx 

  Her body is warm and soft against his side.

Amaimon strokes her head, out of habit at first - she's only about a head taller than Beel is now - but keeps going when he sees how much it bothers Rin. The teen barks like a mad dog but doesn't come closer, wavering at the edge of the magic circle and Amaimon decides to move further away.

It works like a charm, and Rin immediately rushes after them.

The snake sword woman tries to interfere again but is intercepted by Behemoth. Amaimon isn't too worried about it. His familiar is no lightweight.

  xXx

  Rin is holding back and Amaimon is running out of patience when a thought occurs to him.

The girl made for decent bait already, but perhaps she can be of more use. Rin likes her, doesn't he, so a marriage proposal ought to do it, right?

Amaimon doesn't waste time wondering why, of all things, that was the plan he came up with. Hurting her would be a better motivator, but Amaimon discards the idea immediately. He doesn't think about that too hard, either.

Rin attacks, but it's a downright pathetic attempt. Halfhearted. No, less than that even. It pisses him off so much that Amaimon starts to put some force behind his next moves.

It feels good to let loose a little. Well, as much as he can without exposing his heart and with that girl still sitting on his arm. By the time he remembers Big Brother's rule about keeping the damage to the school to a minimum, half the forest is destroyed and Rin is lying very still.

Amaimon doesn't feel so bad about the pool of blood. Rin will heal, and if he didn't want to get beaten up he should have put up more of a fight. Was he still not motivated enough?

"How strange," Amaimon muses aloud. "Isn't this girl important to you?"

Rin spits out a mouthful of blood and glares at him. "Drop dead!"

That's just rude. "Well," Amaimon says disdainfully. "Guess I'm done with her."

Rin's eyes light up a little. Is he expecting him to just let her go? That's dumb but it means he cares, doesn't it? Just not enough. Not yet.

"Might as well take an eyeball, though." Theatrics aren't Amaimon's forte, never have been. He just doesn't have the inflection for it. But he's sat through enough plays with his brother, and sometimes his older sister, that Amaimon knows that in some cases, the words themselves are enough. Rin's denseness helps.

Amaimon raises his hand, holding his nails so very close to one of those pretty, vacant, impossibly green eyes. "I collect them for a cousin who's into the occult." He so does not. They don't even have cousins, but Amaimon does not need rumors spreading that he's into weird stuff like that.

Rin looks shocked, so his acting can't be all that bad after all.

"No!" he chokes out, "Don't!"

Just as Amaimon wonders if he should deliver on his threat - Rin still hasn't drawn the damn sword yet - the baby exorcists arrive, seemingly intent on saving the day. Amaimon can't begin to guess how they plan on accomplishing this.

"What're you-" he begins to ask, and they fire another exploding arrow. It misses his body, but like a gag scene from one of his Big Brother's manga, it ruins his hair. "Agh?"

The pink haired brat laughs, and before he realizes it Amaimon delivers a swift kick that sends him crashing into a tree with a satisfying crack. Big Brother said he's not allowed to kill, but if they die on their own it’s fine right?

He goes after the taller one next. The bald kid reeks of fear but still jumps in front of him. Amaimon breaks his arm with the barest touch and he collapses with a scream.

One left.

It feels good to wrap a hand around the brat's throat.

"You laughed at me," he says, which isn't entirely true, but this one was acting like a leader so he should pay for his subordinates’ folly. The brat starts babbling nonsense. Not to him, but to Rin, and Amaimon feels his patience hit zero.

He squeezes harder and the boy coughs up blood and Rin finally, finally, does something.

Amaimon drops the girl - he'd almost forgotten she was still there - and the brat, and excitedly rushes to meet his little brother's attacks.

  xXx

  Big Brother stops their fight-

How dare he interfere?!

Mocks him-

Him? Lose to that pathetic, half-blooded brat?! Impossible!!

And Amaimon does something foolish.

  xXx

  His punishment is a 'time out', suspended by a dozen spears with anti-demon wards bored through his flesh.

"This is for your own good," Big Brother tells him during one of his rare visits but he still smiles at the blood trickling from Amaimon's wounds.

A couple weeks pass, and Amaimon asks how much longer he has to stay here.

"Just until you learn to behave," his brother says. He's brought out a chair and snacks - none for Amaimon - and acts as if this is merely a pleasant chat between siblings. "I can't have you making a mess of things and ruining all our hard work, now can I?"

"Our?" Amaimon repeats, dully eyeing the floating cupcakes.

His brother smirks. "Oops," he says, "Now whatever could I have meant with that~?"

Amaimon knows this game. His brother wants him to ask and guess, play along, but nothing will come of it because he doesn't really want Amaimon to know. If he did, he'd come right out and say it.

Amaimon knows this game and forgive him if he's not in the mood. He says nothing, and takes perverse pleasure in the annoyance that flickers across his brother's face.

  xXx

  He doesn't know when he starts thinking about her - or why, it's been millennia - but he does. Memories float to the surface of his mind. Smells and sounds and sights he'd much rather forget.

'What are you doing?' he asks.

She's kneeling on the ground, hiding behind a bush he's pretty sure she grew herself, for that exact purpose.

'Shhh,' she hisses, and quickly pulls him down to hide with her. She smells like a field of spring flowers, and Amaimon knows the scent has nothing to do with the dozens of actual flowers she's worked into her hair and clothes.

Shemihaza points at something beyond the shrub and while he'd much rather watch her, he takes a reluctant look.

A human village, or rather what counts for one in these parts, lies in the distance. Next to it, a handful of humans toil in a field of half withered plants.

'No rain,' she whispers, despite it being impossible for them to be overheard. 'And the soil's no good here, either.' She falls silent as another human appears, and beckons the others away. Once they're gone, Shemihaza lays her hands on the ground. The power ripples through the ground, and green blossoms in the field as new plants sprout.

She grows too much in his opinion, there's no way they'll be able to use that much, but he says nothing. When she's satisfied, she turns and gives him a bright smile that he doesn't return.

He might have given up on dissuading her from preforming these small acts of kindness, but that sure as hell doesn't mean he intends to encourage her.

Unbothered, she holds out her hand for him, helps him up for no reason at all.

He doesn't know why they get along. She's everything Amaimon abhors.

Pacifistic to a fault, disgustingly shy for someone he knows to be powerful, and a human-loving fool to boot. But she is his friend - or is he hers? He's never figured that one out - and as much as he hates them, he doesn't hate her.

Not then, anyway.

  xXx

  Finally, his brother lets him out.

When he's informed he's to attend school, Amaimon almost asks to be sent back.

  xXx

  He doesn't mean to seek out Rin. Honest.

But he finds him all the same, and some of the other exwires brats are there too. The girl's there, and Amaimon offers his greeting, throwing in the bride-taunt for Rin.

The bastard ignores him, just stands there, looking all white, and is Amaimon really supposed to just let that slide?

He pushes the girl out of the way. She'd been mildly interesting, back when Amaimon thought he could use her to draw out a reaction from Rin. His brother doesn't react, proving once again how useless she is.

"Why're you so white?" Amaimon asks. "Well, speak up!" He waits for Rin to answer but the boy just stands there.

"Ha ha…" Amaimon laughs, because how many times is this now? It's like Rin was designed to piss him off. "Ignoring me, eh?! I hate it when people ignore me!" His fist is up and ready to punch that ridiculous face when he feels small hands on his back and then he's falling, hands and knees hitting the tiled floor, and he stares at it in utter disbelief.

Did she really just- No. Fucking. Way.

Still, he has to ask, if only to truly make it real because surely, he must be imagining things.

"Did you just… push me?"

She trembles like a leaf in the wind. Eyes wide but for once there's something there besides carefree happiness or mindless human fear.

"S…s…stay," her voice grows stronger and the trembling lessens, "Stay away from my friends!"

"Hmm… How interesting." Because it is. He's the predator and she's the prey. They both know he could kill her in an instant so why is she even trying to stand up to him.

Before, she was a means to an end, but now, oh, now he's curious.

Humans rarely change in any significant way, so was this pathetic little girl one of the exceptions, or has she always been strong and did it somehow slip his notice?

He wonders what else she's keeping from him.

"In consideration of your sense of humor, I'll overlook that if you lick the ground as you crawl away!" He watches her intently, wanting to see how long she can keep that brave face.

"R-run, Moriyama!" one of the exwires cries. It's the annoying pink haired one and Amaimon wants to throw him off the oh so conveniently located stairs. Can't they see they're interrupting. "We'll handle this!" another yells.

The girl looks confused at the demand, but it's quickly overshadowed by determination. There's something about it, about those eyes, and his head starts to hurt.

"I won't run," she says.

'I'm staying.'

His heart thunders within him as memories and reality blur together.

"Because…"

'Amaimon… Try to understand.'

Understand? What the hell was there to understand?

"…I…"

She was turning her back on their kind! On him! And for them?!

"I'm gonna be an exorcist!"

That Greenman familiar of hers appears, another nuisance, another traitor, and Amaimon sees red.

"Then die."

  xXx

  Rin takes the hit and the girl lives.

Amaimon isn't sure whether that's such a good thing, despite, no, especially because he feels… glad he didn't kill her? It's a new feeling for him and he does not care for it.

To make matters worse, he's been experiencing the strangest urge to seek her out.

To fight, he tells himself at first, but he knows what it feels like to want to fight and this isn't it. He doesn't want to break her, and oh, how easy that would be. No, he wants… something else.

To see her? Easy enough. He tells Big Brother to put him in her class. Not in so many words, but his brother must already know because he accepts far too easily. Suspicion roused, Amaimon asks about his intentions but his brother just spouts something nonsensical about putting presents in the mouth of a horse.

   xXx

  Amaimon goes to class and ignores everything except the girl.

He expects the urge to lessen. The opposite happens, and he finds himself watching her outside of class. Discretely. From very far away.

She doesn't notice, he thinks, but he wonders what would happen if she did. She seems to be doing her best to ignore him when they're in class. By all accounts, that ought to bother him but Amaimon can't find it in himself to get annoyed. Another first for him.

  xXx

  Her house is easy to get to, once he figures out where it is. The keys his brother granted the exorcists make following someone a little more challenging, but it's nothing Amaimon can't handle.

Her garden is… nice.

He's seen better, grander places, but this place thrums with an entirely different sort of energy. The girl does all the work by herself, and with a gentleness Amaimon has come associate with humans looking after their young.

Her fingers diligently work the stems into her hair, careful not to bruise the petals. She notices him watching her and her fingers still as she smiles at him.

  xXx

  Sometimes Amaimon sees people that aren't her.

Rin mostly, or his human brother, but also the occasional nameless exorcist. They never notice Amaimon, and he's happy to see them go and leave him to his observation.

  xXx

  Autumn turns to winter, and Amaimon sits on a roof, chewing gummy worms and waiting for the girl - Shiemi, he finally learned her name - to come out and attend her garden.

She's late tonight. A rare occurrence.

When she finally shows up, she passes the garden by entirely and walks down the path leading to the school.

Amaimon gets up, there's only a handful of places she might go at this time of night, but she comes to a sudden stop and he notices she's crying.

The woman he now knows to be her mother stands on the steps of the house, watching her daughter, but makes no move to go to her. After a minute, she turns around and goes inside, and now it's just the two of them. Not that she knows that.

Amaimon is no good with emotions. Beel's tears are always over the top, and his brother's theatrics are just that. This is real crying, human crying, and an overwhelming part of him wants to just leave and come back later, once she's had some time to compose herself.

He stays, and the sun rises, staining the sky red with its brilliance, but to him her smile seems brighter still.

[kyuu-rereads-umineko]

Ep6, Chapter 12

it’s been 10 months but IT’S MURDER TIME

also did i mention this is chapter 12 out of 18

(Also, I’m aware that my formatting for coloured text is broken right now. I’ll look into it later.)

Erika is woken up by someone knocking at her door, and she snarks that they’d better “have a good reason for knocking on the detective’s door at an hour like this.” never change erika

actually i take that back please change stop being so unpleasant but ANYWAYS

In the Meta-World, Erika proposes that they “raise the stakes”. 

“It’s simple. Battler got a shot off at us in the last game. So, if Erika does the same in this game, we’re only even.”

Lambda realizes that Erika’s saying she’s not going to make a detective proclamation, and Chick takes offense. “You intend to participate in the game with a foolish handicap like that...? That is not only presumptuous, it’s quite rude...!”

“If this game is won by a human without the detective proclamation, it’ll be impossible for Battler and the others to pick up the pieces of the Illusion of the Witch... But on the other hand, if Erika loses, that detective trash will be sent into the depths of oblivion along with the worst possible Fragment.” BERNKASTEL DID NOTHING WRONG

Battler asks Erika if she’s okay with this deal, and she stutters, which doesn’t escape his notice. Even if she doesn’t say it outright, Bern doesn’t try very hard to pretend this isn’t her doing, lol.

“After all, when Battler played for the Human side, he never had anything as convenient as the detective’s authority. All he was allowed to do was use the blue truth and demand that Beato repeat things he said.”

Erika proclaims that she’ll “destroy the Illusion of the Witch for [Bernkastel] without fail,” and we cut back to the game board, where George and Jessica have knocked at Erika’s door looking for Battler and Maria. Erika’s face lights up when she hears that there’s no sign of them in the guesthouse, and no one’s answering the phone at the mansion. She rushes out into the rain on her own, heading for the mansion.

“The first twilight usually starts in the morning, but it looks like we’ve got an early fight this time.” Pretty good indicator that, like in Ep5, whatever’s going on behind the scenes here isn’t the same murder roulette game that Yasu’s games were about...

Entering the mansion (the door being unlocked this time, for some reason), she runs into Gohda right away, screaming about calling the police or an ambulance or someone. Business as usual, here.

“That expression really is wonderfully pathetic. Just perfect for the first one to discover the crime.” lol

Erika snarks about the island being cut off from the outside world, as always, and in the Meta, she asks Battler to explain the crime scenes and such.

Again, business as usual here - the parlour was locked from the inside, door barred, etc., and Rosa and Maria were found dead inside.

“The entrance wasn’t locked when you came into the mansion because they went out through it to check the parlour from the outside. It had been locked before they left through it, so there was a chance that the others who had gone missing were lying elsewhere within the mansion, and the adults are now searching the entire building...”

Battler confirms that the victims were found where they were killed during the love trial earlier - Rosa and Maria in the parlour (of course), Natsuhi in her own room, Kyrie in Krauss’s study, and Eva in the VIP room (okay, she was moved there after being killed in the rose garden, but still). Though that still only makes five victims...

On the board, the adults have found a guest room with the chain set. Never a good sign on Rokkenjima.

Cutting the chain and entering, they find none other than Battler lying on one of the beds. Rudolf breaks down immediately, crying over his body, while Krauss confirms that the guest room was also a closed room. “They’re all closed rooms, aren’t they...? ...I don’t... understand... It couldn’t be suicide, could it...?!”

In the Meta, Erika feigns surprise at Battler being the sixth victim, and he just replies with, “It’s more interesting to kill yourself off every now and then.” lol

Chick claims the murders couldn’t have been performed without magic, Erika counters that it wouldn’t be a game if that were the case, and Battler coyly says, “That’s an interesting thought.”

“This game is fair. The goal is to explain without magic the strange crimes that are claimed to be caused with magic. If that couldn’t be done, it wouldn’t be a game.”

“To turn it around, the witch side had a certain responsibility. They had to make a crime that could be reproduced with tricks and not magic.”

“In other words, in order to carry out a closed room murder with magic... it was necessary to create a crime that would be possible by Human hands.”

To be completely honest? While, yes, that’s been an unspoken assumption all along, and implicitly confirmed in Ep5, I still don’t like how Ep6 just lays it all out like that. It’s a minor point, seeing as the howdunnit ultimately isn’t the key point of the story, but it still bugs me.

Meanwhile, in Featherine’s parlour (oh god I forgot how fucking nuts the meta was in Ep6), Ange finally realizes why the Stakes couldn’t murder her classmates when she asked them to back in Ep4.

“‘Magic can only do what you can accomplish by your own hands,’ ...is that it?”

“At that time, if I had been capable of killing my classmates... Capable of pulling it off... Then the Seven Sisters of Purgatory would probably have pulled it off for me. They could only accomplish what I could do myself... No, that’s not it either. They could take what I had accomplished and turn it into ‘magic’.”

“If I had called those classmates out somewhere without witnesses... and if I had succeeded in murder... At that point, ‘the Seven Sisters of Purgatory would be capable of carrying out a magical murder’...”

And Ange hits the nail on the head: Magic, in this context, is an adornment. Not even a Witch can make a lollipop appear out of thin air, unless she’s already got one hidden in her pocket.

“Those who accomplish something without using magic... later claim that magic was used and call themselves witches.”

And of course, because Erika already knows and understands this, she simply won’t ever surrender, unlike Battler early on, when he still didn’t know up from down. Ange finds herself getting stuck on the same point as always, though - Since drawing the game out longer would mean more hints for the Human side, i.e. a higher chance of the tricks being seen through and the magic being destroyed, why would Beato deliberately drag things out until she lost...?

Back on the game board, Erika takes advantage of the confusion in the mansion to quickly check all of the crime scenes. Dlanor reminds her that without the detective’s authority, her “photographic memory” isn’t infallible. For instance, she can’t confirm by investigation that someone is genuinely dead, as opposed to just pretending.

(spoiler: she totally can and she totally will)

“I quickly visited the VIP room, Krauss’s study, and Natsuhi’s room on the second floor, as well as the parlour and the guest room on the first floor, this time checking with my own eyes, as I had failed to do in the last game...” I’d forgotten that Ep6 actually confirms that Erika didn’t check the corpses herself in Ep5, huh.

“The closed rooms were all made without relying on any elements that could be locked or unlocked from the outside by a master key or something else.” AKA, the chains were set, windows were locked, etc.

"It is probably their goal to construct closed rooms where explanations using master keys are made completely INEFFECTIVE.”

Erika homes in on the fact that the parlour doesn’t have a chain lock - instead, the door was just barred with a hat stand, like Battler said. An interesting choice when there are plenty of guest rooms with chain locks, indeed...

She asks if the deaths could be confirmed “even without the detective’s authority,” and Gertrude replies, “Know that there were no corpses that could have been confirmed dead with certainty by physical means.” RYUKISHI.............

Lambda points out that, while she liked the closed room chain from Ep3 better, “these closed rooms are even more complete, considering that master keys don’t help you at all.”

“There are two general ways of breaking closed rooms that Battler might be after... An illusion of a closed room, or an illusion of a crime.”

Lambda states that, looking at Battler’s game board “from the underside,” she knows the closed rooms are “perfect.” Bern asks her to say that in red, she refuses because it’d be rude to Battler, saying, “If you do love me, you must see my words as red truth already, right...?” lol

“...Then the closed rooms are perfect.” lol

Either way, the alternative is that no one actually died, of course. “Doesn’t this mean that everyone got so pissed at Erika bragging about detectives and stuff that they joined together and set up a fake murder to make fun of her?” 

(spoiler: yes)

Bern, however, replies with, “Unfortunately... this isn’t a fake. The victims really have been killed.”

“No detective proclamation has been made, but Erika’s very accurate when examining corpses. She’s good enough that I could give her examinations the red truth.” FORESHADOWING...

Of course, Bern being Bern, she won’t confirm anything that easily. “Well, she isn’t even the detective this time around. I won’t give her any red.”

“Still... that makes it incredible. This time... Battler’s really made a perfect closed room!”

Lambda asks if this might be too much for Erika without her authority, and Bern says, “No matter how it turns out, it won’t be boring.” TRUE NEUTRAL

“Lambdadelta had guaranteed that it was a perfect closed room. Bernkastel had guaranteed that it was a perfect murder. A perfect ‘closed room’ and ‘murder’.”

Meanwhile, Battler asks Erika if she’s satisfied with her investigation. She says yes, and asks if they’ll start throwing reds and blues at each other now or later. “I don’t like putting things off. I think the same goes for you.”

(booooo i have to worry about text formatting after all)

In order, Battler confirms in red:

All six rooms were closed rooms (until Gohda & co. cut the chain locks and entered)

The “closed rooms” couldn’t have been constructed from outside

Interference from the outside is impossible (barring immaterial things like sound)

When the closed rooms were deconstructed, the only people inside were the victims

...but when Dlanor asks him to confirm “No murder was committed after the deconstruction of the closed ROOMS,” he refuses. Erika jumps on this, claiming that the victims were alive and Krauss’s group were the culprits, and Battler... doesn’t respond. Instead, Chick says, “The murders will continue to occur, so we cannot say in red that no murders will happen after this.” HMM

“Sheesh, what twisted logic. You probably see what we’re getting at. Krauss’s group cut the chain and destroyed the closed rooms, then killed the people inside. I just want you to counter this.” Dlanor points out that “Krauss’s group” isn’t a specific number of people, but Battler acknowledges in red that “Krauss’s group” - i.e. Krauss, Rudolf, Hideyoshi, and Gohda - were the only people besides Erika to enter any of the rooms, as of the current time.

While it’s framed as being a “who knows what might happen next” kind of deal... Hmm. I wonder...

Something that I’ve thought for a while is that Battler’s gambit with the logic error in this Episode was completely intentional on his part, and something that he actively instigated and worked towards. With what we see of the GM’s awareness in other Episodes, I find it hard to believe that Erika could run off and kill five people without him noticing it somehow.

To that end... I wonder if his refusal is because he already knows that Erika’s killed off everyone? Those murders would have to occur after the “deconstruction of the closed rooms,” so he wouldn’t be able to say that nothing of the sort happened in red...

Thinking about it, I’m not sure that actually fits with Ep6′s sequence of events - Erika’s murder spree happens after she herds everyone into the guesthouse, doesn’t it? Either way, hmm...

At any rate, Erika continues by asking him to confirm that Krauss’s group “are not culprits.” After a moment’s thought, he replies, “I’ll acknowledge it, but I’ll make the language more strict. Krauss, Rudolf, Hideyoshi, and Gohda... were not involved in the murders of Natsuhi, Eva, Kyrie, Rosa, Maria, and Battler.”

“And that means, ‘it was also impossible for any of the other humans, who didn’t even enter the closed room, to have been involved with murder,’ doesn’t it?”

blah blah repeat of ep4′s rules, in order to win the witch side has to protect at least one of its riddles but the human side has to explain everything, blah blah

Having said that, Battler doesn’t confirm Erika’s last statement, saying, “I don’t give out red for free.”

“Let us CONTINUE.” Battler confirms in red that all of the victims were murdered, but when Dlanor starts to list off the seventh item in her list, Erika interrupts her, saying, “That’s enough.” Seems to me like she’s leaving some leeway for her insane murder spree later on, but...

“From here on, it’s time for me to argue back with the blue truth.”

“Sure, fine. Let me hear your masterful theories.”

Chick watches from the sidelines, thinking that Erika and Battler are probably having fun... and feeling a bit jealous. Sorry, Ryukishi, but no matter how hard you push Erika as being another rival for Battler, it doesn’t fly for me.

Back on the game board, all the survivors have gathered in the guesthouse. Yeah, Erika’s killing spree is after she returns to the mansion from here, huh...

The adults all question what the hell happened, how Battler and Maria got inside the mansion, etc. In hindsight, I can definitely see that they’re doing this to prod at Ms. Detective Erika about the crime being “impossible.”

Erika asks everyone to calm down, pointing out that how Battler and Maria got into the mansion might not have anything to do with how the culprit entered. Krauss agrees, saying, “I feel as terrible as the rest of you. However, we must take the initiative now and regain our composure.”

“The culprit is still on this island. And we can’t be sure that this tragic crime is over. We need to stay calm and prevent any further tragedies.”

Rudolf wants to find the culprit, while everyone else points out that their best bet is to wait until the police can arrive and investigate. 

“Kyrie... Battler... Dammit... dammiiiiit... I never... had a chance... to tell you the truth...”

Erika successfully convinces Krauss and the servants to head upstairs, leaving her, Rudolf, and Hideyoshi behind in the lounge. “In times of confusion, when only men are around, it’s easy for a composed member of the opposite sex to take the initiative. Even without the detective’s authority, she was able to control them quite naturally.” lol

“This crime happened during a short break in the family conference. In that tiny span of time, six people were killed without anyone noticing. I can’t imagine a crime improvised on the spot going so smoothly. This crime was committed by someone who knew the layout of this mansion well, inside and out.”

Unsurprisingly, Rudolf and Hideyoshi are none too fond of the idea that the culprit might’ve been one of the other family members or a servant, but Hideyoshi’s line in particular stands out to me:

“I never even considered suspectin’ Krauss nii-san or Rudolf-kun...!! All of the siblings had excellent relationships with their spouses! True, the Ushiromiya family may be strict with discipline and money. But that doesn’t mean we treasure our own families less than anyone else...!”

“With their spouses.” “Our own families.” Foreshadowing that, whatever happened on Rokkenjima Prime in Ange’s world, Eva likely wasn’t the culprit.

Erika proposes that, while he didn’t kill anyone himself, Gohda might’ve let the actual culprit into the mansion. Well, we know in red that that’s not true, but that’s not particularly relevant to anyone on the board...

“Though the siblings hated each other, it wasn’t possible that they’d hate each other’s wives enough to kill them.” UM..........

Erika repeats some of the same points that have been brought up since early on when it comes to the servants - they’re relatively familiar with the family members, and they’ve got master keys. Pretty standard, though as usual, there’s no red-abiding explanation for how someone could set the chain on the door from outside.

“Though it might be possible [to set the chain from outside] in reality... the red truth had already declared that these closed rooms could not have been constructed from the outside.” Oh. Now that’s telling, isn’t it?

“It might be possible in reality.” In other words, each episode isn’t just a work of fiction for us, but in-universe as well.

“With her accomplished conversation techniques, Erika was cleverly grasping the initiative. ...Even without the detective’s authority, it’s possible to control human nature to this degree. What do you think, everyone...?”

[almaasi]

reaction post typed while watching SPN 13x20 “Unfinished Business”

mostly just my pansexual!Gabriel headcanons tbh

03:07

MEREDITH GLYNN YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

give me soft emotional supernatural drama yaaaaasss

directed by Richard Speight, Jr. himself!!! whee

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03:09

oh my goooooooood sometimes i forget how pretty-faced dean was around season 5

not that he’s any less pretty now, he was just... sparkly before

now he’s more solid and faceted......idk how to explain this. like the philosopher’s stone in the first harry potter film??? as opposed to a disco ball

.........sorry jensen i mean well i swear

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03:13

this recap is like.....a recap of EVERYTHING

did you mean: the entire show

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03:15

the tune gabriel’s playing sounds kinda like the theme tune for the old tv show “agatha christie’s poirot”

and is also beautiful

and is also played on a kazoo apparently

(but the recording does not sound like a kazoo, i would like to know what instrument was actually used)

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03:17

omfg the funky music

i can’t believe gabriel is a character let alone that he’s like this

this show ????

just

this show

thirteen, nearly fourteen years and this is the thing that’s happening

no complaints...... just sometimes i facepalm and smile fondly at the same time

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03:19

dancing wizard professor gabriel out to steal your candy

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03:21

this room looks very much like a refurbished version of the cowboy one in “tombstone”

i mean i know they’re basically always the same but it’s SO recognisable

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03:22

it’s weird hearing dean talk about “mom and jack” being “hurt or worse” ‘cause i’ve just spent the last week immersed in my own 5k headcanon fic where Dean gets married to Cas, and then they go to rescue everyone (Prince of the Ether Realms)

what do you mEAN my fic isn’t canon

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03:25

FUCK YEAH VIBRATING BED

I BET DEAN’S GONNA BE LIKE “I CLAIM THAT BED”

and then lie face-down and naked because of reasons

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03:26

oh so NOW mary’s hair grows

six months alone and it never changed, then suddenly WHOOSH

must be jack, a magic hair-growing sprite

i knew he took after sam somehow

little team free will superbaby

also i totally typed “alex” instead of “jack” there

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03:30

gabriel: “it’ll recharge eventually”

ahh so it DOES recharge

gabriel doing grace-recharging is giving me flashbacks to Hart of the Storm. wow i loved writing gabriel in that. like if you didn’t wanna read the whole fic at least read chapter 21 “Across the Universe”. i mean, suuuuuuuper spoilers for the rest of the fic but GABE

sorry tangent

BACK TO THE THING

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i guess gabriel’s safeword is ~raspberries~

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03:37

what a pretty horse man

why does he look irish???? is he irish???

maybe it’s just the green plaid suit and the hair

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03:40

gabriel: “hi handsome, you ready to die?”

did i already have a pan!gabe headcanon? i forget

well anyway he’s pansexual now according to me

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03:41

i just realised, as soon as dean, sam and cas burst into the alternate universe they’re gonna realise mary and jack have taken over the place, rallied an army, probably teamed up with charlie, ketch, and probably kevin by that time, and then all they gotta do is join forces and fight micheal, who will ultimately end up fighting lucifer in the original universe (probably killing him?)

but yeah there’s gonna be a moment where dean’s like “BUT WE JUST USED UP EVERYTHING WE HAVE TO GET HERE AND YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU’RE FINE?!?!!”

but in a nice, chill, relieved, mildly exasperated sort of way

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03:45

i really fuckin hope jacob survives this

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03:47

is it just me or did dean take his jacket off in front of gabriel a “hey sexy” kinda way

????????????

i swear i wasn’t looking for anything

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03:50

“i thought this story had pornstars”

a dude with no shirt on in the room

definitely pansexual

(i mean, more the other guy than gabe, but GABE TOO OKAY let me have this)

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03:51

DEAN.

OH MY GOD.

i feel like he’d be perfectly okay listening to gabriel talk about Having Sex With Women and then There’s A Dude As Well and dean’s still totally enthralled and into it

if they were in a high school au, gabe would be cas’ older brother and dean’s queer-ass role model who tells him dirty stories after school while they eat cereal from the box and watch cartoons, and cas does homework and rolls his eyes and makes affronted noises but is secretly imagining himself doing these things with dean

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03:55

gabriel to sam: “don’t let anybody ever tell you you’re just a pretty face”

dean:

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03:56

WAIT LOKI

AS IN GABRIEL

AS IN NOT GABRIEL BUT A DIFFERENT GOD?????????

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04:02

the way sam talks dean into being nice to gabriel is so soft and precious

who allowed these eyelashes and lips in combination

ILLEGAL

(sign me up)

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04:13

aw man did jacob and the others get hit by the blast?? :c

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04:14

something about this shot and the whistling and the weird uncanny nature of it all reminds me desperately of “dirk gently’s holistic detective agency”

down to the norse gods and the “person being an animal and having a ghost animal face over their face” quite frankly

100% chance meredith glynn watched dirk gently and was inspired by it

god i love this woman and i want to meet her

there is absolutely NO chance we wouldn’t get along like a house on fire flourishing with flowers all around

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04:22

EW WHY WOULD YOU PUT A LOLLIPOP BACK IN A BOX WITHOUT AT LEAST WASHING IT FIRST ASFDGAFJS

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wait didn’t dean kill odin?? ages back? season 7? or was that zeus? the head of some ancient pantheon anyway

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04:24

the box of lollipops is probably a weapon tbh

edit: a weapon of mass diSTRACTION. it was nothing, it was just a box of suckers

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04:25

loki: “what would you do for your fath--”

dean: *STAB*

wow he does not want a daddy issues therapy session right now huh

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04:28

gabriel just stabbed loki

that whistling music.......is almost IDENTICAL to the whistling theme in dirk gently

same notes, just a little slower and deeper

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04:30

aw maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan

why are the people of colour always dead

actually why though. someone explain it to me. why are they expendable.

i am so GLUM about this

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04:31

*red bull ad voice* being a nephilim gives you wiiiiiings~

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04:32

“ophidian hotel”

noun 1. a reptile of the group Ophidia; a snake.

adjective 1. relating to or denoting snakes.

as in, the snake dripping venom into loki’s eye

jeeeez gabriel really picks his symbolic hotels well doesn’t he

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04:36

sam: “cas is helping gabriel settle in, rowena’s boning up with the demon tablet”

again, why was cas not in this episode? besides budgeting i guess

also i immediately imagined cas fluffing gabriel’s pillows and telling him all about how his and dean’s relationship has developed over the last handful of years until gabriel interrupts with “hey kid, i meant what happened in general, not just to your lovesick little angel heart”

and then rowena shouts all sweet and scottish from the next room, “that’s really all that matters, pumpkin!”

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04:42

dean: “i don’t care what happens to me. i never really have”

OUCH

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04:43

sam: “and if we die? we’ll do that together too”

;A;

is it bad that i immediately thought of my sister

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04:44

thank you sam for being ........how do i say this..... mature? but also the......... good kind of codependent??? if that’s even a thing

trying to be a team

i dunno, is this a step back or a step forward? maybe they’re just jogging on the spot, who knows

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04:46

still waiting for the season finale where team free will all die and then they spend the next season in the afterlife trying to save people and hunt things there too

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anyway this episode

i had no expectations but it was about as good as it should be

again, big issue with dead non-white people?????? who signs off on these things? WHY KILL KEVIN AGAIN??

and the one queer demigod also died

hmmm

but yeah this was fun...ish

and gabriel was great, dean was dean (i.e a total mess trying to do his thing regardless), sam was sensitive and good

9.5/10, could’ve been more enjoyable but i can’t quite put my finger on what was missing exactly.

i feel all quiet inside after watching that, unsure what to make of it

i just re-read this post and i still feel the same quietness, and am still not sure what my feelings are. maybe my feeling is Contemplative ?

sure let’s go with that

[alien-versus-yakuza]

TERRAFO REREAD: VOLUME 10

In fact I’ve read till volume 14 included, but I wanted to space out the posts in order to keep the blog active longer, and not having a lot of activity in a week and then spend three weeks without anything.

Also, because of the kind of contract the publisher here has with  Shueisha  volume 20 won’t come out in Spain till July, even thought there are many countries that already have it. So, I won’t be able to re-read it till then and that way my post abput volume 19 won’t be that far in time with the post about volume 20 once I have it. 

As always, there could be spoilers from future volumes so, keep reading under your own responsability

I’m always gonna defend that the non-combatants in this manga are very important characters and also decisive for the plot and the survival of the rest. It’s sad to see how many readers from this manga doesn’t credit them because they don’t fight (well, if you ask me, they are fighting even if they don’t kill a single roach), when the authors are making such an effort to show us how necessary the non combatants are. Nor squad 1 nor squad 2 had any idea about Hong being a bacteria type. All of them would be dead if it wasn’t because of Wolf. He was able to detect the electromagnetic fields every living being has, and determined something like a bacteria or a toxic gas has been used because most of them disappeared at the same time. They took measures to survive Hong’s power thanks to him.

Gosh this moment is so powerful. I love it for many reasons. Alex jumping to save Yaeko even when he’s still bleeding, the desperate faces of Michelle and Akari...but what I like the most is the composition and the time perception these two pages have. On the first page, with Alex reaching Yaeko, it looks like time has frozen. He’s stopped mid-air, there are no motion lines, no words, no onomatopoeias, nothing. And then on the next page everything seem to happen very fast. Different panels, without clear pictures, a lot of motion lines, tides screeching, Michelle and Akari shouting, seeing Alex and Yaeko at the front in the first panel and then as a point in the second one. It’s very well done and it adds even more tension to this moment

. 

SHAMELESS SHIPPING. They are so cute, so so cute. And I love that Alex remembers how she has been comforting him.  “Why did you jump?” “Because you were looking at me” GET  A ROOM YOU TWO

My girl. My sweet, brave, funny and wonderful girl. She can’t fight, she’s rank 98, she’s so afraid she’s trembling, she’s crying, her teeth are chattering...and she tells Alex to not worry becaue she’s gonna protect him. She hugs him against her body, she covers his head and she decides she’s gonna fight. Just by looking at her face you can se how her resolve changes. She’s the bravest and she deserves to have the best life ever.

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU  FUCK YOU

Even if it’s in Spanish the word is very similar so it’s easy to spot. Cosmopolitans are already mentioned here

Hyuga eating a lollipop with such a serious face gives me life

I must say that even if I ended up hating Joseph, the moment he asks Michelle to marry him, keeps being one of the funniest from the whole manga for me. “You’ll be the first one of my suitor list” and that’s when Akari feels something breaking inside him. His face. Poor thing, he’s utterly destroyed. 

You can pinpoint the second when his heart rips in half.

Also, let’s talk about how fucking disgusted Michelle is. My poor baby wanting to tell him to fuck off and that he’s a fucking egomaniac that should rot in hell, but she can’t. I want to hug her so bad. 

AMELIAAAAAAAA. If I’m nto mistaken this is the first time we can clearly see Amelia and I just had to record that moment.

And of course I had to share this omake. I don’t know what it’s funnier.  If Xi thinking that dressing like that is gonna help her to fake rank#100, the fact that Dorjiberke is suffocating becuase of her perfume, or that Jet seems to consider her as the Queen of Comedy and is losing his shit.

[milkymoos]

50-99 hav fun :)

i hate u but im gonna do it.

left or right handed?

righty tighty !!

are you scared of spiders?

sure diddly am 

favourite food?

avocados or potatoes and green beans 

favourite foreign food?

sushi i suppose 

are you a clean or messy person?

clean i think but my room and bathroom are both realllllllllllllly messy rn

most used phrased?

what the hap is fuckening or henlo lads or hello! im a lesbian hfjaklsjhfhsj

most used word?

fuck or gay

how long does it take for you to get ready?

if its in the mornings before school like fifteen minutes bc fuck school but if im doing my make up and going out with friends like 2 hours sorry

do you have much of an ego?

noperooni

do you suck or bite lollipops?

give em a good succ

do you talk to yourself?

no, never. yeah ofc i fucking do what kind of question is this? everyone talks to themselves

do you sing to yourself?

yeah lmao

are you a good singer?

i already answered this but for ur sake; no. leah says sometimes i am but really i am not i just sound like a goose being stabbed, but i mean u can be the judge.

biggest fear?

abandonment, but thats too deep so like the dark

are you a gossip?

i love some gossip every now and then

best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

dunkirk, that was pretty dramatic

do you like long or short hair?

long hair but like does it really matter? no

can you name all 50 states of America?

yeah but im not gonna prove myself because thats so much typing and i have to spell every state right wtf

favourite school subject?

photography and english

extrovert or Introvert?

somewhere in the middle

have you ever been scuba diving?

no, but my brother has

what makes you nervous?

lol a lot of things?????????????????????????????

are you scared of the dark?

literally did i not just say that i was

do you correct people when they make mistakes?

yeah cause i love the drama of it all…lmao no it depends on what it is

are you ticklish?

this is sensitive information

have you ever started a rumour?

i dont think so

have you ever been in a position of authority?

i mean like i babysit kids and if they piss me off i yell so yes? is that what the question us asking? im a bottom??????

have you ever drank underage?

im a child of jesus h christ

have you ever done drugs?

i take four different prescription pills everyday so yeah! 

who was your first real crush?

what larrie made this

how many piercings do you have?

zero, but i would like some

can you roll your Rs?

no, doesn’t mean im not good with my tongue tho ;))))))) dahklfhjsdfafo

how fast can you type?

it depends if its something normal like an essay maybe like two words a minute but like if harry does something gay like 4821794087567234856 words a second ya know

how fast can you run?

am i being chased by a bear?

what colour is your hair?

brown, it used to be blonde and i think next year im gonna go back to blonde spoiler alert!

what colour are your eyes?

brown rip

what are you allergic to?

bees and pollen

do you keep a journal?

sorta, i have one that i barely write in

what do your parents do?

my dad is a software engineer and my mom steals money from my dad lol she’s wonderful!

do you like your age?

no im too old jfhalkjfhaog;a

what makes you angry?

my mother and donald trump, but other than that not much

do you like your own name?

 i mean not really but u win some u lose some u know

have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

yell heah i used to have like a whole list of names on my phone cause when i’d write i needed name references, but then i got a new phone and my life got screwed over anYWAY thats not that point uhhhhhh i like u know what its embarrasing NEVERMIND  

do you want a boy a girl for a child?

i want whatever my child want how bout that u stinky birb of a question 

what are you strengths?

uhm well excuse me while i talk myself up a bit but im caring and funny and im a good listener and im freaking adorable thanks for ur time lol idk i have no strengths i h8 myself bye

what are your weaknesses?

i get too attached to people and i give people too many chances and im too nice ok but uhm thats also too deep so cute animals and people that are named after flowers thanks for ur time haHa

how did you get your name?

i just asked my dad and he laughed and said “what do you mean” and then went “we just picked it” and apparently my name was supposed to be nicole ashley then ashley nicole and now its allison nicole. i have no significance to the world apparently. my chinese name is siaw rui

were your ancestors royalty?

my last name means king/emperor in chinese so careful ur talking to a princess 

do you have any scars?

yeah mostly from petting cats that didn’t want to be pet and then them attacking me sajdfkahf but all the other ones are like on the inside sjkdffasjdkfhsdfsdfkl hsdfk;sadjfhsklfsjfs IM LAUFHIGN

colour of your bedspread?

i have three ones like yellow, turquoise, and has branches on it, then the other one is just turquoise, and then i have a brown one  

colour of your room?

i also already answered this one and you know, but it’s white