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weiiraru · 2 months ago

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clicks and whistles | chapter 1 pairing: ulpianus x fem!oc rating: 18+ warnings: cursing, mention of blood, mention of tests, scars writing notes: oc is not the doctor, but is one of the med bay doctors bc i said so lol, if there are any errors.... you're suddenly blind (unless it's like utter nonsense).

word count: 3,250 words

summary: assigned to the seaborn research division on top of rhea's usual work as a medic in the emergency ward, she finds herself crossing paths with the quiet abyssal hunters leader, ulpianus.

Staring up at the message sent to her inbox, Rhea blinked the sleep out of her eyes several times wondering if it was a dream as she yawned and stretched under the covers of her comforter. Her dark brown eyes scanned the words over and over again as she listened to the low thrum of the landship's engine before fiddling with the console on the side of her wall to turn down the tint from the windows and let in some light. Sighing as she stared at the soft orange light leaking into her room, she rolled out of her bed, feet searching for her sandals.

"Well shit. I applied on a whim, but I didn't expect to actually get chosen for the testing and research position in the Seaborn and Aegir division," she muttered, pouring herself a glass of water as she felt the warm sun dance on her face.

"Please give me a report from the Emergency Ward," shuffling to the bathroom she listened as the system relayed who had come in and out from the ward, operators that may have been hurt on a recent mission, a civilian for some emergency care, or someone coming in with oripathy and then being ushered into the ICU. It seemed normal aside from the fact that one of her close coworkers having fainted on the job from fatigue. She sighed and made a mental note to check in on them sometime later today.

Groaning as she felt a kink in her back, the feline bent and contorted trying to position her body in a way that would get the muscle to stretch. It definitely looked weird to any who looked at her, but it worked for her, so she didn't care.... ok maybe she did a little bit so she always hid behind a curtain and hunched and bent her body this way and that to get that muscle stretched and to relieve some of that tension. A low purr of relief rumbled through her as she finally was able to stretch out the muscles as she stayed in such an odd position for a while.

The clock beeping quietly alerted her of the time, her ear flicking in the direction of the sound as she hurried out of the bathroom and put on her usual simple, tight, and warm thermal turtleneck and slacks. She had been told several times before that she looked and felt too much like the researchers from Rhine Labs, but she shrugged it off. It just felt comfortable to her to dress in that way. Besides, most places on the landship save her own room were cold so it kept her warm, so what did it matter that she looked like one of those researchers? Rhea snatched up her lab coat and hurried towards the door where she gathered her ID and slid half her feet in her shoes, tail out behind her to help a tad in her balancing as she shuffled the rest of the way to the door. Leaving her room, she nearly tripped over her shoes as she hurried to slip them on fully.

Hurrying down to the Emergency Ward, Rhea reviewed some of the findings from the various labs. She couldn't help but feel a streak of frustration run through her. Certain reactions that had worked on larger concentrations of originium didn't work on lesser concentrations sometimes even speeding up the spread of the smaller concentrations. The feline knew it wasn't an easy thing to be a researcher. There were far less chances for solutions and findings to be so clear cut. Combatting the prevailing illness that wrecked all of Terra for sure was one that would take a number of tests and trials that they hadn't already done.... which already was a lot... but not enough.

Rhea turned the corner and walked up to the main desk, stuffing her phone in her back pocket.

"Rhea, you'll be leaving us. So rude," teased one of the medics, to which Rhea grinned and responded in equal teasing.

"Yeah? I don't think I could beat you, the Queen of Rude, by being late for several days straight because she decided to play games all through the morning and come in late, forgetting her responsibilities and then passing out on shift," dodging a stray wad of clean tissue, the feline giggled as she scurried away down the hall to her main room.

It didn't take long for her to check all of the cabinets save the ones that were higher up and required a step ladder which she couldn't find for the life of her. She could've sworn she had put it up against the the wall between wall and the table. Huffing, the feline left the room as she scoured the place for it before ultimately finding it in the break room. Some of the medics and healers were sprawled out across several chairs, catching whatever sleep they could while some of the more lucid ones offered a tired hello as she picked up her ladder.

Standing up now with the ladder in tow, the feline made her way back her ear twitching towards every other sound. It was definitely overwhelming when she first arrived on the landship, such a great ship with a great number of people residing had definitely caused her to find it all too much. To a call of her name, Rhea was brought out of her reminiscing as she turned to face the medic.

"Rhea! So sorry to suddenly dump this one you, but is it possible for you to pick up one of my patients for me? I need to run over and cover a meeting," the Sankta swept their hair off to the side, breathless, more than likely from running to catch up to her.

"Of course! Just send me the details if there's anything that I need to know before—" her phone vibrated in her back pocket as the Sankta hurriedly tapped away at their tablet before beginning to wiggle off towards one of the halls. "Well, consider it covered. Go to your meeting."

As soon as the words left her mouth the Sankta was already hurrying off, yelling a thanks as they turned around the corner. Rhea fished the phone out of her pocket and continued walking back to her examination room. Opening the file, she read over it carefully.

Ulpianus Abyssal Hunter Aegir-Seaborn Hybrid

[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 0% Operator Ulpianus shows no signs of Originium infection.

[Blood-Originium Crystal Density] 0.012u/L According to his own words, operator Ulpianus deliberately came into contact with Originium for investigation purpose, but he had proper protection and didn't get infected. He has a strong body, but it has countless scars on it, like being subjected to experiment numerous times, which can be frightening. ——A Medical Department Operator Operator Ulpianus medical files have been moved to classified database with high-level access. Please ensure the operators of Medical Department to keep it strictly confidential. ——Internal Memo of Medical Department

A hum rang through her throat quietly as she scrolled through it, it was definitely someone she hadn't expected to do a check up on. Most of her patients were, for lack of better words, lesser experienced operators. She was so engrossed in the file, reading up on the hunter she heard so much of she nearly dropped her phone at the knock on her door. Seeing an operator standing in the doorway, she laughed lightly at her clumsiness and invited them in. Her day was getting started, she had no time nor luxury to imagine what it was like to be of a person held to such high regard as that of the Abyssal Hunter she was given responsibility of for that day.

Settling down on a chair, Rhea leaned back, resting her neck on the examination table as she placed a warm towel over her eyes. She just had one more operator left before she had to do her rounds, but granted the patient that was supposed to come in at the current time slot was booked on an emergency mission, she let herself have a bit of rest. Her tail curled around her feet, tapping lightly to the tune of the clock that ticked away in the corner.

It was when her tail counted to 30 some seconds that the hairs on her neck pricked. Taking the towel off her eyes, she turned to face the doorway for her gaze to be met with sharp crimson ones. She stayed there for a second, just staring at the red eyes. He was tall and slender, though it could also have to do with the big cloak he was wearing. His eyes were hooded by the hat he wore and the mask he wore on his face left her to wonder if it was for medical reasons or personal ones. The file hadn't mentioned much of it. It took her a minute before her manners beat the focus back into her.

"Ulpianus, yes?" The feline asked as she quickly stood up, throwing the towel into a small bin. The man only nodded as he stepped inside. Going around her and settling on the examination table, she brought her tail tight around her to keep it out of the way as she couldn't help but notice the difference in their height. She liked to think that she wasn't terribly short, but she always hadn't been really gifted the blessing of height. Mentally cursing at the heigh deities, Rhea moved to look back at the notes given to her. Only blood work. "Should be just a blood work. I'm sure you know already, but Aurum had a meeting so I'll be taking over today."

The man only nodded silently as he settled, coat already off and sleeve rolled up by the time she turned with all the tools she required for the blood work. Swiftly getting to work, not desiring to take up anymore time than required, Rhea settled down onto the stool in front of the hunter and got to work. It was silent the entire time as she watched the blood fill the vials, her hand going to the next vial as it filled, replacing it with ease. Her tail gently rapped against the floor behind her almost unconsciously as she took out the needle and pressed the gauze in place.

"That should be all," she nodded, getting up from her seat and pushing her stool out of the way with her foot. "We'll be running some tests then let you know as soon as we can of the results."

The hunter's crimson eyes remained on her as she turned to place the vials in a container and properly disposed of the rest of the used tools. She did her job quickly and unlike Aurum hadn't bothered to try and push for small talk or force conversation. He liked that. It wasn't annoying like his past medics, but this one seemed... nice to say the least. She didn't ask questions, just went to work and sent him on his way. Standing up, Ulpianus took his coat and watched as the short feline walked out the room with his blood in tow. Following out, he nearly ran her over if he hadn't been for the fact he was completely aware.

"Just thought you may need this," she squeaked, offering a bottle of water, her dark brown eyes without a streak of fear. Surprise was probably the best thought to the muddled confusion Ulpianus felt as he looked at the bottle she held out to him. As he grabbed it, he wondered why she wasn't afraid of him. Most people chose to scurry away as soon as they could to get away from him or his other hunters, be it because of their eerie presence or red eyes, but she came back and was even considerate of him.

Nodding quietly, he took the bottle and watched as she smiled and nodded back at him before turning and disappearing around a corner.

Odd, he thought, looking down at the bottle. Turning and heading off towards the Doctor's office, he thought it odd that he was feeling a tad saddened from not being able to meet her again. Seems I may not see her anytime soon.

That's at least what he thought but he hadn't expected to see her again so soon in the Seaborn and Aegir research facility. Her back was turned to him as he quietly entered the facility, one of the researchers was talking to her, pointing at several things on the screen. Maybe she was a new hire at the facility because he had seen her around in the medical ward several times before.

"Ah! You're here." Ulpianus turned seeing one of the lead researchers at the door. Nodding back at him, he motioned to the locker and proceeded to it.

"Yep, and as usual, just let us know if you need temperature changes."

Nodding again, the hunter took off his hat, placing it on a hook inside the locker, his eyes looked at the small mirror and looked back at the man he was. He looked intimidating. Yet he wondered why there was no amount of fear in the medic's eyes when she was drawing his blood for him. The hunter hung up his coat and unfastened the buckles on his boots putting both in as he got to the rest of the clothing, he felt a chill as one of the sanitation doors to the testing room opened. A researcher stepped out, shivering as they held onto a clipboard for dear life.

Having stripped down to a pair of tight compression shorts they had provided, Ulpianus walked into the sanitation room and closed his eyes. After this he could go and rest in his room for a few hours before he had to discuss some of his findings with Gladiia. His days never ended. Between missions that the Doctor sent him out on to his own missions he went to and the scheduled check-ups, he was constantly doing something. The door before him opened, pulling him away from his tired thoughts as he went through, ready for the next few hours of tests. At least he was able to get some rest while they ran their tests.

His eyes went through the glass and onto the feline who was still listening to one of the researchers explain the workings of the facility. She was attentive, that was for sure seeing how all of her attention was geared towards the speaker. He noticed how her ears would flick to the other researchers at certain sounds they probably made. That was when she turned and their eyes met, her brows slightly raised at seeing him. What surprised him most was that she had a small smile on her lips as she brought up a hand as greeting before she turned away and made some surprised motions causing her ears to flit in several directions. He bent down then to strap his ankles to the ground to keep him stationary as his mind whirled with vague questions on the feline medic.

It wasn't long before she was in the same room as him, placing readers on his body as instructed through a small headset. Her eyes scanned his scars, worry crawling all over her face as she tenderly put them on him appearing almost scared to hurt him.

"Are you not scared?" Came a whisper that had the hairs on the back of her neck and tail stand up straight. Her eyes looked up at his and she shook her head no, though she would have been more surprised of his voice and how strangely nice it sounded, her attention was brought back to the scars on his body.

"I just can't help but imagine how painful it all must have been," she whispered back to him, eyes trained on a particular scar that ran long on his torso. Some were obvious scars of battle while others seemed more precise, more than likely from his experimentation.

"But no, I'm not scared by the scars. We all carry them on our bodies and our hearts, but I think it's a roadmap on how far we've gone and the resilience to carry through," she stopped, looking up at him as she reached to place the last readers on his temples. "And no, I'm not scared of you. I admire you though I have only read what you've done and who you are."

Looking over her work, she turned to face the other researchers who nodded back at her and signaled for her to come back to them. He only watched her as she exited and reappeared in the room before him. She was immensely peculiar. Not only had she been not scared of him, she admired him, which had confused him greatly. What was there to admire about him? He didn't get it, but she intrigued him greatly.

"We'll be beginning the tests now, Ulpianus. Just rest and we'll wake you, if you fall asleep, when we're finished. Let us know immediately if you're uncomfortable or need anything," the lead researcher spoke through the speaker, giving the Abyssal Hunter a nod. The silver haired man nodded in reply and the room began to fill with water almost immediately upon his agreement.

"How does he communicate to us then?" Rhea quietly asked her eyes trained on the man who, unfazed, watched the water rise rapidly around him.

"He signs to us. There's a sheet somewhere we had with what each sign is, but uh we all know it to heart after trying to train it into our brains, but uh, he doesn't really ever use it...? So it somewhat felt pointless, but now that you're here you should at least have a look over it just in case," a researcher answered, searching through the pile of papers and sifting through files on their desk. The feline nodded, her eyes scanning the messy desk then to the screens then back up at the hunter whose eyes met hers as they went underwater and remained on her upon being submerged. It was then that she noticed he had a mask on still.

"The mask...is that permanent?" The medic tightened the lab coat around her and stood, watching him.

"Hm? The mask? I think so at least. He's never taken it off from what all of us have seen. I think the only one who's seen it, besides the Abyssal Hunters, would probably have been the previous lead researcher, Kal'tsit and the Doctor."

"We all make bets on what it could be under all that."

"Bets?" A light frown drew on her brows as she looked over to the man who had said it. They looked like a Perro from their appearance and their name on their ID read Antonio.

"Yeah, if it's completely normal, or scarred up as all hell, or... what was it that Sam had said?" "If it's got some tech on it."

"Yes! That."

Rhea only looked back up at the hunter who at this point had closed his eyes and looked peaceful in the water despite how burdened he seemed to look.

Beautiful, she thought, watching him submerged. How magnificent he may have looked in the ocean, how great the light would look dancing upon his skin as the sun or moon would pierce through the waters. She admired him.

Greatly.

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#arknights #ulpianus #ulpianus arknights #ulpianus x oc #clickandwhistles

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saltisboring · 6 months ago

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thinking of chbstuck so uhm… here’s some camp stuff!!!! I make my favs very clear

SO HERES LITTLE SCENARIOS AB THEM!!!!

INFO <— link to the main CHBstuck post, which contains who’s a kid of who, who’s at what camp, and some art :3

ARCHERY LESSONS

now this is complicated…. Because neither Apollo twins (Dave + Rose) know how the fuck to use a bow. Its more of,, them calling for their dad like “pls don’t let us fuck it up” and Apollo just kinda “okay be cool”

Like, Dave got more of the music aspect of Apollo, along with some healing and yk,, flocks (haha I’m so funny) and Rose got light, arts, and also a bit of healing as a treat. So idk why they’re expected to run the archery practice but they are!!! Because they’re kinda either the oldest Apollo kids, or simply the only ones,,

(Context on “the only ones” is just trials of Apollo, i imagine he’d be less uhh careless with the number of kids he has after THAT experience lol)

(Haven’t decided if canon should be canon bc,, that’d just make this a crossover but also TRIALS!!!!! anyways)

Chiron makes an effort to lead as many as he can, but he can’t exactly control when he’s needed elsewhere lol

the twins just kinda make sure to give offerings every night like “don’t let us fuck this up PLEASE” it’s great

Equius is a big enthusiast of these lessons, even if he isn’t very,, good? He tries but (like in canon) he just can’t get the right amount of pressure to put on it?

June is also surprisingly okay with a bow and arrow!! She’s just cool like that B)

Jade tried once and never again. Her hands were shaky and she almost shot someone’s eye out?? Didn’t matter too much to her tho, she’s much batter at hand-to-hand and sword fighting.

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DND CLUB

now I kinda already said who has in the club, but I never rlly talked about it much!!! So here’s that

Review: dnd club is basically the flarp group, except restricted to dnd bc they larped too hard and Mr.D and the Apollo kids were tired of all the injuries lol!! Its Tav, aradia, vriska, and terezi, tho I might add more nerds in the future even though they’re not,, yk,, the flarpers

Anyways Vriska DMs and is so insufferable about it but they’re too into the story now to really give up?? Plus fighting so much can be fun sometimes

Theres also the honorary members, who r just spectators that come by to watch their friends play!! That would be June and Sollux lawl (might add more)

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CAPTURE THE FLAG

ohhhh boy do these games get heated. Listen, okay, when you restrict a group of kids from hurting eachother while role playing, what makes you think they won’t take advantage of a game that is literally just that…

Vriska is the CTF equivalent to those try hard gym kids (being a daughter of Nike). She is just so extremely into the game it’s insane!!!

Hephaestus kids also kinda also go hard, yk finding an excuse to test out the stuff they make!! Dirk more than anything, and also to kinda test out his strengths n shit cuz he’s lame

Dave and Rose sit on the sidelines because,, healing and also they have an excuse to sit out so they WILL be sitting out

Gamzee is usually put to watch and guard the flag idk it just makes sense? He doesn’t mind tho, he just sits around and fends it off when he can.

Karkat and Feferi seem like the type that would sort of scout the area? Like, while someone guards the flag difectly, they stop any surprise attacks from a bit father. Feferi tends to stick next to the lake, and Karkat is just placed wherever (he is, after all, luck).

While I do think Terezi and Vriska would make such a good leader combo for CTF, I have a small little feeling that Mr.D already has them clocked and just does not let them team up because that is too many injuries!!!! It only reduces them by a bit tho, being on opposite sides simply making them a taaad bit more competitive

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HORSEBACK RIDING

The amount of accidents is actually insane,,, though it’s more of bruising than anything that would need Apollo kid action.

I don’t even have to tell you the people who would have an absolute blast.

Nepeta and Equius hang out near the stables the most, but that doesn’t mean the pegasi are any less loved :3 Gosh, they are definitely pampered.

Dave probably falls off the most often — not because he’s not skilled, but because he forgets he has to actually hold on (It makes sense to me, trust).

June really really enjoys flying around. That’s not exactly a big scenario, I just felt like that needed to be included. She likes the freedom that comes with it!!

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I have more ideas for Canoe racing and the chariot stuff,, however words are hard so take the other brainrot instead :3

#chbstuck #homestuck #brainrot is real

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zoekrystall · 11 months ago

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Alright I finished the sv dlc I can use the internet without worry again. Minus extra stuff so I still watch it.

I love the fit rn the hat grew on me even tho I usually wear the beret and I love bbq missions especially with the synchro machine it only took so long bc! Let me just run around as a pkmn for hours and forget time! I spent so much time just doing missions I like doing that. Makes me actually motivated to fill that dex bc of those catching missions. The elite four and kieran were fun to do they were not mindlessly easy but not too hard (but fyi I also mochi trained my team). I think the hardest trial was drayton's bc I said fuck it without training the ones I used at all but hey still everything first try. I can see how if you have a lv 80 test team like the ones that tried it early would have a hard time. I'm glad my boy kieran got so strong! Be mean to him or carmine and I will fight you I'm a defender since the first part dropped. I better also not hear anyone hating on amarys. I will prob spent most my time in blueberry academy. Paldea who. Also flying!!! Yay!! I only hate the controls there bc I am used to it in reverse. Up down and down up so that trial was a bit eh altho it was quite easy nonetheless. Hoping I'll get the hang of it for myself now. Anyways I adore flying in games so that's such a nice reward I'm glad it isn't constricted to only that trial/mini game.

Alright I wanted to show the look I got for the league club and

Nemona?? Can nemona come?? Bc she got robbed she would love it here. Anyways it was a fight between this and fancy (the cute fairy type esque one if you know it) which just shows how varied my aesthetics are. Also missed opportunity not giving that speaker driftveil city smh that's one of the best (tho I got nostalgic and whole ds era osts are a bop). Castelia city is also nice but c'mon.

I won't say anything neg bc I can assume the internet will be full of it like always. Doesn't mean I completely disagree with them.

The graphics don't hurt me much but man did I wish that pretty tree would've been even prettier down in the depths,, such nice spots it's a shame there isn't that much except linear story path tbh.

Anyways this will be all reg this. Same as by sonic where I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself for various reasons. But mostly bc I just want to relax. In short the dlc is fun but obv criticism is there but hey I have fun and that's all what counts for me. I personally will never be a critic and I prefer it that way. I will prob start trying to line nice shots up w those filters I got for fun.

I do take kieran serious but I remembered that filter when I beat him and then after tried my best to align the pikachu one.

Was hoping he would change his expression in area zero but he didn't but at least carmine felt better so we got that pic which I feel a bit bad for finding funny.

#a wild lux appears #This is v messy idc just a quick hey I finished the main thing #If I rb stuff and at least one is in the queue iirc will it get tagged 'indigo disc spoilers'#Be aware I have zero idea what constitutes as spoiler ever so anything reg that will be tagged as it #Written at 8:30 and scheduling for somewhere around midnight #*indigo disk not disc whoops

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 3 years ago

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Spoonful Of Sugar;; QK

Word Count;; 6.5k

Genre;; Yandere

Pairing;; Kun x Reader

Summary;;

Some ambitions are too grand to pursue by oneself. With the assistance of NeoTech Laboratories finest, however, anything is possible. The recognition they’ve garnered for their countless breakthroughs and their reputation as the future’s trailblazer is well-earned. Scientists tear each other apart for a chance to work within these infamous walls but for you it’s all just a means to an end. You have no wish except to see your dream come to fruition. After all, isn’t playing God what scientists do best?

Warnings;;

Mad Scientist AU, animal testing / abuse, soft but unethical science, blood and concussions, some pretty graphic depictions of violence, thriller / suspense with horror elements, YANDERE!!

... some choking

Request;;

@youngho-core

For the visual aspect one... TBT Kun 👀

either smut or yandere or both whichever you prefer bc 👀👀👋🏼

Notes;;

This is the first fic from my 750 Milestone Event that focused around the senses. As such the inspiration for this came from WayV’s Turn Back Time MV.

My Networks;; @superm-net

Main Masterlist || NCT Masterlist

The experiments were a failure. Trial after trial provided more of the same disappointing results. Hard pressed on time and with your sponsors riding your back, you knew you were on thin ice. If you couldn’t pull off some kind of miracle and soon, you’d be out of a job. Which wasn’t a big deal, not really. While the money was nice and the resources were phenomenal, what mattered to you was the simple fact that you were allowed to perform your research in the first place.

No one else had ever considered your work to be necessary, and those that humoured you found your theory to be too outrageous, too implausible. They weren’t visionaries. They couldn’t see what you saw, couldn’t grasp the possibility of something far greater than them. It took you years to land this job with its stable and dependable team of experts all determined to make your dream a reality. Never once had you experienced this level of support before. If you lost it, you knew you’d have wasted your entire life.

“Run it.”

Kun smiled before nodding at the intern waiting by the computer. Despite it being your research, it was still NeoTech’s lab. Without your assigned partner (though you thought Kun was more of a guardian than a partner - a watchful eye to make sure you remained on track), you’d hold no real authority. Nothing happened without his say-so. You could ask for a coffee and the interns would still look to him for approval. Everything, down to the notes you took, were under his scrutiny. Hell, if Kun ordered the room to hold their breath until their faces turned blue, there would be a whole lot of unconscious scientists to deal with. That was the power he held within your lab.

“Yes, Dr. Qian, running the tests now.”

It was deserved. He had more experience and education than you did. His position within the company was much higher than yours could ever be. You, an outsider, hadn’t earned the respect of your peers. You couldn’t even get your own experiments to work. All the bravada you had entered the company with was long gone. A whole year passed and you were no closer to a breakthrough now than you had been working in your own basement. Employed on a temporary basis, you had less than a month to make some real progress.

The intern pressed a few buttons on the touch-screen computer and the rats were released into the glass cube. They scurried about, sniffing the walls and each other. There were four: all white with red eyes. Well-fed and plump, they wobbled as they moved. You found them to be cute. Praying you had addressed the hyper-aggression issue prior trials had experienced, you interlocked your clammy hands and watched.

One by one, they approached the 'sugar cubes'. Far from what they seemed, the cubes were a concoction manufactured with all your hopes and dreams poured within alongside some very questionable science. Technology had come so far and yet no one wanted to push it further, to do the unthinkable. That didn’t faze you. If anything, it only served to make you more determined.

When the first rat began nibbling on a cube, your stomach started to churn. There was a lump in your throat. This was it. That make or break moment. The moment of truth. After a minute of solid eating without the rat flat-out dying, you released a staggered breath. Obstacle one passed.

Soon the others followed and within minutes the cubes were all gone. What remained were crumbs and the four white rats with their blood red eyes. They stared at one another but didn't attack, which eased the anxiety tearing at your guts by a fraction. Some earlier trials had resulted in an absolute bloodbath with the largest and most dominant rat ripping the others to shreds. Literally.

These few, however, weren't showing any signs of aggression nor any other outward sign of changes. No hemorrhaging, no desiccation, no self-mutilation, no mutations. For the first few minutes this was a good sign, but any longer than that and it became a marker of failure. You needed some indication of change or else it was just another botched formula and the hubris of reaching for a future that wasn’t yours to grasp.

"Well?" Kun asked and the hairs on your neck stood tall. Bracing yourself with an apology and a promise to do better, you were cut off by a spew of vitals being run off by an intern. Looking up, you saw a twinkle in his eyes as he turned from the rats and faced you. "Then it was a success."

What?

"A… success?"

He coughed into his handkerchief, clearing his throat for a long moment before responding, "You did it."

The world passed in a blur as you stared into his eyes. Celebrations commenced around you. Champagne popped and fizzed. Everyone shouted their congratulations. Many hands clapped your shoulder until it became numb. Someone reminded you of the promise for full-time employment given your first success on this project, but all you saw was Kun and the shadows that painted his elegant features in darkness.

No time was wasted before chimps were supplied to the laboratory for the next phase of trials. Day and night you threw yourself into your work, observing the rats for adverse reactions while tweaking the formula to complement the primates. They were larger and, of course, of a much different biological makeup than the rats. If you could get these trials to work, then you'd be much closer to human trials.

Human trials… it seemed like such an impossible hope just mere weeks ago and now you thought it to be a certainty.

The higher-ups at NeoTech were still riding your back about results. It somehow became worse after you joined as an official member of the team. They expected much more from their employees than you considered humane. You found motivation in an unlikely source: Kun.

After being allowed more permissions in the lab, you found a whole new layer of Hell in the treatment he received from the executives. Meetings where all the scientists gathered only to be belittled by the 'bosses' were commonplace. He often took the brunt of their wrath for you, shielding you from their displeasure under the guise of being the lead scientist on the project despite the title being shared between you both.

But despite it all he always smiled.

Even after his fifth twenty-hour shift in a row that ended with him sleeping on a squeaky couch in the Lounge, come morning he still poured you a coffee and beamed at you with that brilliant smile of his. It was the best way to start your day. His presence gave you a boost and if Kun could find a reason to push forward, you could too.

Throwing yourself into your work, you documented the experiments in explicit detail. The first set of chimp trials proved useless due to your calculations being too low, whereas the second set were a disaster. Once again you had miscalculated but this time you put too much of the serum into the cubes and the chimps regressed too far, too fast. Parts of their bodies were like newborns, underdeveloped and malformed. It was, quite frankly, a horror show.

Moving on with your head held high, you pushed through trial after trial. They had varying results. Some made you upchuck the little food you had in your system while others had you pulling the hair out of your head. You were grateful for Kun and how calm he remained no matter the situation. He wasn't the type to lose his cool and that grounded you.

Months passed in a whirl and, despite the relative success of your research, you feared growing older. Aging to the point of turning to dust and bones was just a natural part of life, the inevitable next step. You hated it. Avoiding mirrors, you ran from the frown lines and crow’s feet that teased the edges of your otherwise smooth skin. Such small blemishes and imperfections and yet you saw it for what it was: the start of everything going downhill.

Kun, as brilliant as he was, was no exception. No matter how great a mind you possessed, everyone was subject to the cruel mistress that was time. The last few weeks were evidence of that. Frail and prone to coughing fits, he spent more time hunched over and struggling to regain his breath rather than leading the lab. A private man, he had never disclosed his illness to you. Even as he passed you the keys, handing command of the team to you, he refrained from sharing any details of his condition. Concern for your long-time partner ate away at you but you couldn’t find the time to help him. It had fallen onto your shoulders to become the guiding force of the lab and you soon realised that Kun's position wasn't to be taken lightly.

Everything he once managed on a daily basis was hell to you. Running the team while pushing forward in your own studies and tweaking the formula made you want to quit right there and then - it was too much responsibility! You didn’t have the experience necessary to make it work. Everyone looked to you but you couldn't provide what they needed: a leader.

With Kun out of action and stress consuming your sanity, you abandoned your studies to focus instead on the formula. Leaving the lab in disarray, you only used it to test the latest cubes, going as far as sending the interns and technicians to different teams. Morale had been low since Kun’s health sabbatical and there were whispers of the ailment being terminal.

Documents filled with notes on the experiment results cluttered your home, or rather your office space that you had since renovated into a living space. It had been so long since you’d seen your apartment or even a proper bed. Hell, you can’t remember the last time you saw the sun. Yet deep in your bones you knew you were on the edge of a breakthrough and it was with that gut feeling that you found purpose.

If you could succeed before Kun's illness got worse, you'd be able to help him.

If you could rewind his biological clock, you'd be able to save him.

If you could just turn back time…

It was three in the morning when all the pieces fell together. Staring at the computer and all those god awful numbers, eyes strained and blurry, a beacon of light called out to you. The error in your maths, the hole in your theory, the answer to the question on whether we mere humans could transcend to godhood and manipulate the fabric of time itself: yes! yes, we fucking could, and we would.

Phone pressed against your ear, you called Kun while typing away at your computer, the clack of the keys loud in your otherwise quiet room. You inputted the data and ran a simulation, jubilation amplifying the exhausted tremors in your body. Stomach churning with anxiety, hunger, and raw adrenaline, you watched as the numbers displayed a positive outcome. It was happening - you had cracked the formula’s code.

Kun picked up after the third ring, his voice deep and tired. "What's wro-"

"Dr. Qian, I figured it out! Come down to the lab, we need to test this!"

A hoarse, pained cough met your ears and you flinched. He didn’t sound well. Not that he ever did lately. Whatever his illness might be, it was worsening. Part of you regretted calling. While this was a major breakthrough and you knew he’d want to be the first to know, he needed his rest and shouldn’t be pushing himself, not for a trial run on an unsubstantiated theory. That’s what it was, after all, just another one of your theories.

Guilt gnawed at your edges and you opened your mouth to apologise, to tell him good night, when his rough voice broke through the speaker.

“I’ll be there.”

He left you no room to argue edgewise as he hung up, plunging you back into silence while you awaited his coming.

With bated breath, you both watched the chimp. It wasn't dead yet so you allowed yourself a glimmer of hope. The clock ticked with every passing second until it ticked no more, fading into ambient noise. Neither you nor Kun spoke. All you could do was wait. Your eyes stung from how hard you stared at the animal. The greys on its back turned black, you could swear they did, but Kun didn't comment on it and when you looked a little harder, there were still speckles of the lighter fur.

After thirty minutes, the designated time required to observe without interference, you sighed. Kun's own shaky exhale was followed by a pained cough. Whatever plagued him seemed to deteriorate his health that much faster with every failed experiment. Somewhere deep down you had hoped that seeing a successful result would halt the illness in its tracks. You always were such a dreamer.

"It's either a failure or a complete success."

"We need to take samples."

"Do that and forward me your findings.” He stood on unsteady feet, balancing himself on your shoulder for a brief moment. Sweat caked his brow. ”And send me the updated formula. I want to see it for myself."

"Of course, Dr. Qian."

“One last thing.”

Despite his soft nature and feeble state, you gulped. “Yes?”

“Congratulations - you just made history.”

There was no hiding your excitement. When he left the lab, you squealed. You spent a solid minute jumping on the spot. Energy surged through your body, allowing you to push aside the tiredness seeping through every muscle. It worked. By God, you just knew it, it fucking worked. It wasn’t the magic from science fiction novels, but close enough. While you hadn’t solved how to turn back time per se, you had discovered a way to turn back time for an individual, to return their body to a younger state.

Leashing the chimp, you held his hand and walked him away from the experiment platform. You didn't need to go far to reach the secondary room where you performed the physiological exams. It was outside the main laboratory but still within the same wing. Upon entering, a cold gust enveloped you. That, and endless darkness.

With a quick clap of the hands you waited for the lights to turn on. The lights remained off. You tried again. The pitch black persisted. Your hand ran down the chaste walls in search of the manual switch. No snag or blemish hindered the movement. Inching inward, you became more fervent, nails grating against the smooth surface. Childish thoughts of terrific beasts and grotesque monsters crept forward, jumping out of the shadows and polluting your rationality.

Leaning into the deep unknown of the shadows, your heart pounded in your chest. It’s illogical - being scared of the dark at your age - but you couldn’t shake away your fears. For whatever reason, you couldn’t free yourself of the burdening dread as it sank down your throat to rest in your gut like a pocket full of stones. It was as heavy as stones too, you realised, as your body stagnated under the sluggish weight of despair. Panic constricted your lungs and your breath became haggard and forced, the flow of air tumultuous and painful.

It wasn’t until your fingers found that little box that you found respite from the horror show your mind concocted. Taking a step in its direction to better reach the mechanism, you collided with a metal rolling cart. The clatter of scalpels and flasks against steel scared not only you but also the chimp. He jolted backward, yanking you back in the process. Despite being within your grasp, the promise of light evaded you and instead you fell into the awaiting embrace of darkness.

Akin to shattering ice, your head met the cold floor with a loud crack.

Artificial light burned your retinas as you blinked away the dizziness and throbbing aching of your skull. Coming to, you pushed yourself onto your elbows and gazed around the room. Your monsters were long gone, the lights presumably scaring them back into the recesses of your mind. The chimp was well-trained and had hopped onto the metal table in the middle of the room of his own accord. He waited for you, scratching at his chest as his dark eyes glanced from you and the door beyond you.

Standing with a groan, you checked behind you. The door was closed. Near it was the rolling cart that had resulted in the cataclysmic pounding of your mental drum that now drowned out all other sound. Blood still thrummed inside your head. Running your fingers through your hair, you were relieved to find no superficial wounds. Blinking away the blur that shrouded your eyes, your body swayed back toward your friend on the table. Upon your apparent recovery, he had turned his attention toward biting his own foot. You scoffed.

“Must be nice to be worry-free.”

Each step forward echoed off the sterile walls. Ignoring the haze threatening to plunge you back into unconsciousness, you walked toward the chimpanzee. He reached for your hand and you gave it to him, allowing him to hold your finger as you scanned him for any outward signs of distress. His fur was darker and less peppered than it had been before the trial. Even his vocal cords sounded less strained, his mirthful howls ringing in your ear. Another bout of joy burst through your veins.

It was cut short by a sharp pain shooting outward across your scalp. With your hair in his hand, the chimp gave a second, more powerful tug and you yelped. Grabbing his wrist, you held him in place before he could continue but he was quick on his feet. He used his other hand to yank your head toward the shining, silver slab. You gripped the edge, its chilled surface burning your fingertips and crushing your nails. Due to his position, you hovered above but never touched the table. Noticing this, the chimp readjusted his hands on your head and applied more pressure. Cold sweat trickled down your brow and into your widened eyes as you caught your refracted reflection.

Oh how the tables turn - it always did remind you of a morgue, didn’t it?

“Stop it!” you yelled, your voice fracturing. “Let me go!”

And you’re all alone. Though that’s nothing new, not really.

“Let me go!” you repeated with more fervor, desperate to regain dominance over the beast.

This is what happens when you cut corners.

“Fuck!”

Straining beneath his powerful hold, you thought with mock-triumph that his strength had doubled. Another indication of success. How swell that the very science you had pursued your entire life was now killing you. You couldn’t help but laugh. If that wasn’t bitter irony, you didn’t know what was. Your chest rumbled and your body shook with each violent release of laughter until it consumed you and you fell slack, giving yourself over to the situation.

You awaited the bite of cold metal against the soft jelly of your eyes, guffawing all the while.

The entirety of your arms convulsed beneath the weight of your madness.

Your nails bent and cracked and paled.

Crazed eyes pierced through you.

Staring into the madness, down became up and you struggled to discern yourself from the metal’s reflection. The icy realisation that the lunacy was your own plunged you into a spiral. In the seconds between mania and finality, you’d lost sight of yourself and became the very monsters that haunted you whenever you closed your eyes. You had given up so much of yourself in order to achieve this: your family, your friends, your sanity, your morality. Was it ethical to toy with one’s life, to play God for a pretty penny?

Looking anywhere but at your own twisted image, your knees began to buckle beneath you.

You can’t even stand to look at yourself anymore. Was it worth it?

You just needed sleep.

Are you even yourself anymore?

It’s normal to get cold feet at the dawn of a life-altering event.

How much more will you sacrifice for your ambitions?

This will change the world for the better.

Can you ever regain what you have lost?

“No!”

Your distraught sob splintered across the room, shattering the concrete shoes that weighed you down before you could sink. With staggered breaths, your gaze returned to the table. When did you age so much? Whatever happened to the childhood you abandoned in pursuit of eternity? No matter how far back you turned your biological clock, the innocence of youth was lost to you. Life is meant to be lived once - why didn’t you enjoy it while you could?

Tears muddled your vision, corrupting your image further until you became without detail. While one burden grew, the other disappeared. The literal weight on your shoulders withdrew and the hands that once entwined within your hair retracted. Unfurling his hand, the chimp plopped onto the table and started to babble like a child once more. Lifting your chin, your throat bobbed with a heavy swallow.

There wasn’t a trace of hostility left on his face.

“What?” you mumbled, backing away from the chimp. Noticing your distress, he reached for your hand, going as far as to pout when you didn’t give it to him. He hooted and hollered, beckoning you as if he hadn’t just attacked you. “You could’ve died today, you know? I almost felt bad using you as the test subject. Almost.”

You felt childish for threatening an animal but you dismissed it as therapeutic. Unhealthy perhaps, but you had to start somewhere. If nothing else, it was better than addressing the little voice in your head and the truths it spewed.

Without taking your eyes off him, you grabbed a bowl of fruit from the mini refrigerator to use as a distraction while you leashed him to the table. It had been a long, long time since this particular chimp had to be constrained. He had mellowed out quite a lot in his adulthood, at least that’s what the handlers had told you. Much too new to the lab, you weren’t around when he was a child or teen, and after that little stint you were glad.

“Now you better be good or else I’m putting you to sleep. One way or another.” You pointed an accusatory finger at the chimp and he started to jump in glee. “I don’t need you alive for much longer so you better watch yourself.”

After taking blood, saliva, and hair samples, you subjected him to x-rays and a biopsy alongside some more basic tests to observe his mental state while the samples were cultivated. Pacified by the fruit, his demeanour returned to that of his ‘older’ self. He was calm again, and didn’t act out of turn. Even during the more painful tests he didn’t have an episode. In fact, he was so well-behaved you started to wonder whether or not you had imagined the whole fiasco. With the lack of sleep and necessary nutrients, it wouldn’t surprise you if your mind started betraying you.

No matter the truth of the incident, all you could do was push forward.

Satisfied enough with the chimp's cognitive ability and the fact he remembered commands he learned not only as an infant but since you had met him, you caged him before returning to the brightness of too many computer screens. They ran different processes, all attempting to speed forward to the results you yearned for. Rubbing your tired eyes, you leaned forward to better see the trickling numbers as they poured down the monitor. With a clap of your hands, the lights faded to black and the world collapsed around you, leaving just you and the data.

A yawn seeped through your lips.

Exhaustion caught up to you and you fought to stay awake.

It was a futile endeavour.

Unable to keep your heavy eyelids open, you nodded off.

A string of beeping announced the final sample’s cultivation and you awoke with a start, dazed and confused. Data flooded the screens. Trying to absorb it all at once, you rolled your chair backwards. It was pointless. Pushing forward, your nose almost touched the monitor as you squinted, the numbers morphing into one another. It all seemed to check out, at least at first glance. There was a slight discrepancy in the-

Your phone rang.

It sliced through the still air like a siren. Snapping your bleary eyes away from the distorted screens, you picked up the call without checking the caller ID. At this god-awful hour it could only be one person. You had, after all, no personal life that would seek you out, not since you threw your whole world into this project. Bitterness tainted your greeting but, if he sensed something was amiss, Kun ignored it.

"I received your formula. Amazing work. How is the chimp?"

"He's alive…” you hesitated, unsure if you should mention the incident. “And well. He’s playing with the fruit I gave him.”

"Playful? That old chap? You're getting my hopes up."

"The results, Kun… I think we did it. I mean, aside from the possibility of him regressing too far, it all checks out. Physically he's… de-aging."

"That's never been a problem. Your formula has always been solid when it comes to stopping the regression. What about mentally?"

"He's retained knowledge. He can complete commands taught to him just a few months ago as well as ones he’s known since childhood."

"Excellent work, Doctor. Now get some rest. You've earned it. We'll run additional trials this week before presenting the findings to the Board."

"Thank you and good night, Dr. Qian."

He hung up, plunging you back into silence. In the quiet dark, you found yourself crying. After all these years, you did it. ‘To achieve greatness one should live as if they will never die’ and it couldn’t be truer. The suffering was behind you now. No more sleepless nights, no more fear of losing your job and the resources it provided, no more resentment toward yourself - it was a success. You succeeded against the odds and the criticism.

You proved them all wrong.

As the tears subsided, a wave of nausea encased you. It mixed with fatigue and dulled your senses. You could see the discrepancy screaming at you just as it had before Kun’s call and yet you couldn’t quite process what it was telling you. It just didn’t make sense. While most of the chimp’s hormones were within acceptable parameters, several key chemicals were too high. His testosterone level had risen beyond the typical level for an adolescent teen or a matured adult.

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen a dramatic hormonal shift in one of the test subjects: it occurred in the rats, too, when the alpha had torn its companions to shreds, leaving a trail of tails and limbs scattered throughout the entire maze.

Blood splattered across the walls until they ran red. When you had removed the rat from the maze to observe the changes up close, it went into a frenzy and attacked its handler before striking out against the bars of its cage. While still hyper-aggressive toward the other rats, it focused all its attention on one in particular: a young female that had caught the eyes of all the dominant males. When she fled, he followed. Wherever she ran, he would pursue. He clawed and gnawed at the small white rods that separated them until his teeth snapped and he whittled his fingers down to fleshy nubs.

Shuddering, you pushed the memory aside. This couldn’t be the same problem. You had addressed that issue long ago. It wasn’t like you to make mistakes twi-

From behind you came the screech of steel grating against steel.

Snapping your head around fast enough to cause whiplash, you searched the room. The chimp in his cage near the back of the room was the likely suspect. If anything was moving in the room, it made sense for it to be him. And with his current chemical imbalance, it wouldn’t surprise you if he was having another outburst. And yet his corner was quiet. Mouth filled with mango, he was oblivious to the world around him.

He was silent, and he was still.

An endless supply of dread began to fill you, sloshing about inside your guts until there was no space left for anything except fear. The air in the room was thinner, as if another were consuming it faster than the vents could resupply it. Out of paranoia your breathing became unsteady and desperate.

Within this tight, sound-proof room within this large, empty building… you were no longer alone.

Squinting as you scanned, your chest tightened when you caught sight of it: a mass of shadows that seemed to reach for you. It grew in height the closer it moved toward you. Swallowing the light around it, the darkness went from black to infinite. Step by echoing step, it glided across the room. A chill clutched your spine, sending deep tremors though your tense muscles.

Not knowing what else to do, you clapped.

The lights flickered on.

Chased away by the sudden illumination, the shadows retreated to the recesses of the room… and yet it remained.

You screamed.

Travelling the remainder of space between you both, the soundwaves bounced off Kun’s body and filled the room with fragments of your terror.

“Dr. Qian! You scared me!” Clutching your chest, you took a deep breath and felt the thudding of your heart. Even if it had just nearly leapt out of your throat, it was grounding. Despite the circumstances, the beat was calming, its rhythm constant and soothing. After a long inhale that cleared your senses, the subsequent exhalation rooted you back into your situation. Monsters may run rampant in your imagination but this was no dream, and there was nothing to fear now that the years of failure were long behind you.

At least that's what you told yourself.

Kun chuckled out a ‘sorry’ and it brought your attention back to his face. There was too much to take in at once and you stared at him with your mouth agape. Metallic blue hair teased his keen eyes, his bangs styled down across his forehead. His skin was as smooth as porcelain. There wasn’t a single wrinkle or blemish, his features elegant yet harsh. Bright in comparison to his overall appearance, his eyes twinkled as he observed you.

“Did… did you dye your hair?”

Of course he did. It was stupid to ask, but you also didn’t want to broach the other question with its equally obvious answer.

“It’s something I used to do in my youth.”

A nervous laugh departed from your jittery lungs. “It’s a bit early to be celebrating that much, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean?”

He took a step toward you.

“Well… we’re a long way off human trials...”

You trailed off as he took another step forward.

“I’m aware of that.”

His tone was as sharp as the clack of his shoes against the polished tiles.

“Of course you are.”

Three more steps synchronised with the nod of your head.

“Can I ask you something?”

Within arms reach, the space between you was finite and yet his voice sounded miles away.

“I was just about to leave actu-”

Kun kicked your chair and you gasped when it slammed against the desk. The monitors teetered and swayed before settling with a quiet groan, mirroring your own body. While the impact wasn’t strong, it was enough to disorient you. When you looked back up at Kun, you realised he had encaged you. His arms formed the cell and his hands planted on the desk were the locks. Leaning into your personal space, his cologne swirled around you. His words wisped into your ear and clawed at your brain.

“If you had your whole life given back to you, what would you do with it?”

Closing your eyes, you pretended to think while weighing your options. If Kun took the formula then he was liable to be violent. Leaving would prove difficult given how much stronger he was than you. Even when he was in the throes of his illness, his body was more muscular and toned than yours. While he wouldn’t have regained his atrophied strength from the regression, he’d be at full health and would have no trouble stopping you dead in your tracks.

“Answer me.” You stiffened at the hint of a growl that followed, and his subsequent soft laugh wasn’t enough to ease your nerves. “It’s for science.”

��“I don’t know.” The alpha rat killed the others to assert dominance. While it was unlikely that Kun saw you as a threat, you tried to make yourself look smaller and deferential. Avoiding his gaze, you kept your face lowered. If you could subdue him or coerce him into one of the locked rooms, you could start researching how to undo the change. You just needed to buy some time and lower his defenses. “What would you do?”

Raising your chin with the tip of his pointer-finger, he spoke in an even tone, “I’d spend every moment until my dying breath with the one I loved.”

“That’s beautiful.” Forcing a smile, you tried to look anywhere but his burning stare.

“What’s wrong? You’re acting like you can’t stand the sight of me.”

There was a bite in his voice. Clenching your fists in your lap, you braced yourself for a potential violent episode. He was much larger than the primate; he’d do a lot more damage if he decided to slam your skull into the table. Steadying your breath, you inhaled at an even pace. Filling your lungs and holding the air within for brief seconds before releasing, you heard the tick tick of his watch as time marched on without you.

Ferocious serenity settled in your veins as you came to your resolution. Dryness stung at your eyes but you didn’t waver. Without a hint of a quiver, you gave him what he wanted: your full attention.

“Did you experiment on yourself?”

His head tilted and exuberance spread outward across his face like that of a boy whose love was requited.

“You’ve given me a second chance. I owe this life to you.”

“Did you exper-”

“Yes.”

“Why?” A trickle of moisture stained your cheek. “God, why, why?”

For a brief second you swore you saw remorse in his eyes but if it had truly been there, it was long gone by the time he spoke. “For once I wanted something for myself.”

“I’m sorry I failed you, Kun.”

“Failed me?” Dropping to his knees before you, he brushed away the tears that promised to spill from the corners of your eyes. He was too close to see anything except the tremble of your lips and the infrequent gasps that passed though them between soft sobs. Twisting your arm out of the chair’s confinement, your fingers hovered mere centimetres over the table in a desperate search for anything you could repurpose into a weapon. Unaware of your true intentions, Kun shushed you, shaking his head while tidying up your hair. “Oh sweetheart, you could never. You’ve given me everything.”

You found your phone. It slid back an inch as your nails caught on the case. A pen rolled across the table. Kun watched it fall, he listened to it clatter against the hard tile. In slow motion, his accusatory line of sight zeroed in on the minute movement behind your back. Your breath caught in your throat. Darkness infected his demeanour. Leaning forward to get a better view, his mouth parted and words you knew you had no satisfactory response to would soon follow. Mustering a facade of courage, you swung your hidden hand forward.

With a sickening crack it connected with his temple.

He stumbled back onto his haunches and you took the opportunity to bolt.

Electrified by pure adrenaline, you threw yourself toward the door.

It didn’t budge.

Punching in the code, you tried again.

It remained locked.

Metal on metal, the door groaned as you tried to force it open.

Slamming your fist against the military-grade door, you fought tooth and nail until the pristine white turned red.

Spurting from the split flesh of your hand, your blood ran deep before seeping into the cracks of the door.

Feasting on your life force, it seemed to become sentient, possessing a will of its own - one that wouldn’t bend to your desperation.

You begged the door to open, to stop moaning and just let you free.

It refused, mocking you with its red warnings and threats.

Muddled breaths got louder, closer.

No matter how many times you tried to bypass the system, your exit was prohibited.

Access Denied.

Staggering exhalations fell into the space behind you.

It was the sound of a beast on the edge of insanity.

“We could’ve had something beautiful, you and I,” Kun spat the words out through gritted teeth.

Your shrill shriek echoed off the hard walls, bouncing from corner to corner before penetrating your trembling form. With a final futile tug on the handle, your resistance ebbed as the certainty of your capture clenched at your heart. He’d won. The prey to his predator, you were unable to flee, unable to run.

You were at his mercy.

Smooth fingers crawled around your neck, cradling your throat in his hands. When they met in the middle he tightened his hold, yanking your head back until it rested perpendicular to your spine. His breath was hot against your temple. Wet heat poured forth from your stinging eyes. There was a coldness in his gaze as he regarded you. Disappointment coloured him in grey. He tutted before pressing his lips to your forehead. Despite it all there was tenderness there. It made you nauseous.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’re just confused. It’ll be better once you take your medicine.”

Between his harsh grasp and the angle in which he held you, your airway was cut off. It made it difficult to speak. Forcing the words out alongside coughs, you stammered, “Kun, please, you don’t have to do this.”

He smiled and the lights overhead illuminated him in an unnatural glow, his beauty gorgeous and blinding. “Perhaps. But I want to.”

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An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagine #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd imagine #silent hill #silent hill x reader #silent hill imagine #pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head imagine #red pyramid #red pyramid x reader #red pyramid imagine

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Manager!Seijoh

a/n: im a seijoh stan and theyre my little plant babies

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

this is so long oml i hate myself

theyre an actual boy band istg

lets be honest, they probably thought you were just another oikawa fangirl

they thought you just wanted to be closer to their captain bc you were another delusional girl who wanted to live out her fantasies

lmao im not trying to be salty

but when you just stared blankly at oikawa tooru after he called you a beautiful flower,

stageplay hinata calling you a mugwort

the team just about threw themselves on your feet

tbh you werent really there to get a boyfriend or for oikawa

you just needed an after school club and the other teams already had managers

the only sport that didnt was the boys volleyball team

imagine why

you were actually a little wary, since you knew of oikawa, being a first year yourself, and you were aware of his psycho fangirls who could probably kill you

but you needed a club that would last you for the next 3 years to graduate

it was kunimi who actually recommended being a manager

you were in his class and you noticed him sleeping in the morning so you gave him your energy bar

‘thanks’

you shrugged and smiled

thats why he tolerated you more than others

you were nice and you were the only one who noticed his tiredness, even the teacher left him alone, and did something about it

sometimes, you even gave him an energy drink

‘can you tell me why youve been so tired lately? i dont think ive seen you wake up until lunch’

he opened the snack and started munching while replying

‘early morning practice for volleyball is still a big adjustment. our captain demands us to be there 6 in the morning sharp and if we’re even a minute late, we’d have to run laps. like for every minute youre late, you have to run those amount’

oh my why is kunimi talking so much

but i love kunimi and first year seijoh boys rights in this household is valid

you furrowed your eyebrows

‘but yall are still growing and you need all your sleep. if i were there, id yell at your captain’

he grinned slightly, imagining your short height beating up their captain

‘meh. you want to be our manager? i saw you looking at the clubs board yesterday and we dont have one so you could take the opportunity and beat him up then’

ofc you agreed bc kunimi was best boi and you just wanted him to have enough sleep for once

after class, he waited for you to finish packing up and when you finished, yall left the classroom

until another guy with a spiky hairstyle joined you and you noticed him as the guy who sometimes came over to eat lunch with kunimi

‘oh, hello l/n-san’

you smiled gently

‘drop the formalities, kindaichi-kun. its only fair.’

he nodded before walking beside kunimi

‘kindaichi, l/n might be our new manager’

the onion head excitedly looked at you

‘really?! yes! so we dont have to fill our bottles ourselves anymore!’

kunimi glared at him and slapped his stomach

‘shes our manager, not our maid’

you laughed but placed an arm on him

‘its okay. i was a manager for my middle school volleyball team so i know a little bit about being one’

the two shared a look

god, they really hit the jackpot

as yall walked closer to the gym, you noticed the big pile of girls huddling at the corner

kunimi sighed

‘l/n, ill warn you ahead of time of our captain. hes kinda,,,, too much’

but you flashed him a smile

‘hes not the first one ive handled’

oml player-chan!!!

so when you opened the door and entered the gym and oikawa hit you with his normal antics, you just stared at him

‘okay and?’

hanamaki and mattsun howled before rushing to you and grabbing you in a hug

‘girls like her really exist!!’

you gave kunimi and kindaichi a signal of help and they nodded before gently prying the senpais off of you

‘senpai, please’

you gave kunimi a grateful nod

coach irihata went up to you bc wow, kunimi has a friend with of another gender?

‘how can we help you, miss?’

‘im l/n y/n, first year, and id like to apply as the manager’

internally, the coach sighed bc you werent the first one to apply

the reason they havent had a manager for years was bc of oikawa’s fangirls hiding themselves under that false facade

but he saw you brush off that comment oikawa make with no hint of fluster or blush on your face so he decides to give you a trial run, in guise of seeing if you could handle these chaotic boys

‘do you have any experience as manager? or do we need to teach you the ropes?’

‘i was a manager for 3 years in my middle school volleyball’

he nodded

‘ill give you one month. a trial run of a month to test the waters’

you agreed and your trial run began

kunimi mentioned that morning practice starts at 6 am sharp so you set your alarm for 5 to get ready and get to school on time before the boys

you remembered how to set up the nets so you quickly put them out (using a step stool bc we short) and ran to get the basket of balls

their water bottles were filled and you were in the middle of lugging the big basket of towels when the third years entered

the 4 of them usually came earlier than the rest so they saw you dragging the basket of fresh towels and wipe your sweat before smiling at the work youve done

iwa was so happy bc it was usually him who did this stuff and now that he had someone do it for him, it was like a god-send

oikawa’s eyes shone and he waved at you

‘yohoo, y/n-chan!’

you cringed at the loud voice of the famous oikawa tooru

‘hello, oikawa-san’

he chuckled at your politeness before hugging you

‘you did all this for us? youre so cute, y/n-chan!’

instead of the normal blush and love-struck eyes, you were actually very uncomfortable of the sudden skinship and you quickly ran to the side when iwa hit him at the head

‘shittykawa! leave her alone!’

‘iwa-chan!’

makki and mattsun stood next to you as the boys did their usual fight

‘is this all an act or are you really not attracted to oikawa?’

mattsun shot him a surprised look bc why was he so straightforward

but you just shrugged

‘hes cute, i admit. but ive seen much cuter and the boys in my middle school team was basically full of him so,,, and i hate guys who think theyre all that just bc theyre blessed w a pretty face. if anything, ill probably go for iwaizumi-san’

pop off S I S T E R!!!

you just won the heart of these two

slowly but surely, they all came to accept you and iwa straight out loves you bc you maintained this routine for the whole month of your trial run

and you still remained indifferent of oikawa’s advances and he was even impressed and slightly agitated that you werent paying attention to him

‘y/n-chan, one date! just one!’

you huffed before looking up from your clipboard

‘i like men, oikawa-san. not boys’

that comment made the guys shriek

‘y/n-chan! youre just a first year! you dont need a man!’

‘youre not a man, oikawa!’

you left oikawa to be tormented by his teammates and went to go and hand over the report to the coach

he was impressed by the notes you made bc they were ones he even missed

like the split-second of hesitation that kindaichi usually has that goes unnoticed but you immediately saw

or the wince oikawa has whenever he so much as jumps an inch

you could even tell the difference between iwa’s spike and if he was being easy or he was going full-out

this added on to the fact that the boys loved you and irihata actually saw kunimi try more

but he thinks its only to earn your praises

‘y/n, youre officially the team manager’

yall celebrated at the normal hang-out spot which was the ramen shop and it truly shocked you at how much these boys ate

granted, this was the first time you ate together but you didnt expect them to eat nearly 5 bowls each

you could only finish 2 and you already feel like throwing up

‘honestly, how do you guys not gain weight after this?’

the table you sat at, iwa, kindaichi, mattsun, and kunimi, looked at you and shrugged

‘i work out’

‘i run’

‘i fast’

‘i poop it out’

lmao im sorry i cackled too hard at this

you stared blankly at mattsun’s answer who said it so seriously that you snorted a laugh

they watched you and your laughter bc you havent really expressed yourself as much

so they made it their goal to see you laugh more

‘y/n-chan! you need to eat more!’

oikawa shouted, clearly food drunk, but you shook your head aggressively

‘i only planned to eat one bowl but he just had to shove another down my throat’

‘but you need to grow, y/n-chan!’

‘i want to grow taller! not wider!!’

As a manager:

oh boy

you basically grew into kinda their mom

‘oikawa-san! you need to rest your knee or youre going to hurt yourself! i will drag you home myself!’

‘kunimi, if you try to get this one more spike, i’ll buy you a bag of those caramel bites you like’

‘iwa-san! if you hit oikawa-san too much, youll destroy the little braincells he has!’

‘yahaba-san, nice dump!’

‘is your knee okay, watari-san?’

yall really forget that watari and yahaba exist sometimes smh

it was part of the work

keeping up with seijoh

so to keep them encouraged, you gave them praises that they always demand for and they always turn to you whenever they did something good

mattsun gives you a look whenever he blocks iwa’s spikes and you give kindaichi a head pat whenever he blocks some too

bc of how you are with them, sometimes, they forget that you are actually just a first year

they get shocked whenever you walk in with kunimi and kindaichi and talk about the current homework bc it slips their mind that their hard-working manager was actually just a 15-year-old girl

so, they try to ease the burden whenever they can

like iwa offering to help you whenever you have to take their jerseys to the laundrymat

or offering to help you with your assignments since theyve only been through it once

more like watari, yahaba, and iwa bc the matsuhana are clueless and acts like they completely skipped that grade

also

!!!!

oikawa’s fangirls ltr dont leave you alone!!!

now, its known that youre the manager of the volleyball team bc oikawa has boasted about your efforts and such

this obvs ticked off a bunch of girls bc they were jealous that you got to spend more time in a single practice with their precious oikawa-senpai than they have their entire lives

more than once theyve cornered you to threaten you to stay away from their senpai or youll have something coming for you

you never take them seriously bc you can fight too and you just give them a look and push them away

but this one time

TRIGGER WARNING-START

okay tea

the self-proclaimed president of the oikawa tooru fanclub, kenta miyo, cornered you at the bathroom with her other minions

you were just washing your hands and drying them off when she marched up to you and grabbed your hair before tugging it back

obviously you were surprised and shouted

‘oi! what the hell?!’

‘you slut! you need to stay away from my tooru, got it?!’

ehm what

you hissed and wrenched her arm from your hair and pushed her away

your hair was now a mess and you were fuming, already sick and tired of the torture these girls put you through

‘he belongs to himself, not you! so stop being delusional and leave me alone already!’

she signalled for the girls to hold on to you which you slapped away but they forcefully grabbed your arm while you kicked at them and struggle to get out of their hold

jesus what do these girls eat

miyo watches you struggle with a smile and cackles

‘oh? no fight anymore, little kouhai?’

you glared at her

‘i dont want to beat yall up bc id get yelled at by tooru so you need to let me go or regret it’

at the mention of his first name, her eyes widened and her face twisted and she slapped you

‘oi! respect your senpai, you brat! dont you ever say oikawa’s first name!’

your lips curled

‘oh? thats funny, because he actually told me to call him that since he wants his cute little manager to be very comfortable with him’

you achieved a feat that she has been working to get her entire high school life and miyo was not happy

‘ive been with him for 3 years and you just suddenly show up out of nowhere and call him that?! i dont think so!’

she had her hands around your neck and you gripped her arms, making her wince

but you laughed at that comment

‘heh, thats pathetic, isn’t it? here you are, my senpai, who has been vying for his attention for 3 years only to be ignored yet a mere first year, who shows up out of nowhere, has been asked to a date nearly a million times every day. that must be tough’

she shrieked at that comment and threw you on the floor, making you accidentally hit your head at the edge of the sink

yall im actually so bothered by this scene and im wincing as im typing

you bit your lip to prevent any sound of pain to escape bc you knew thats what she wanted to hear from you

but you werent going to give her the satisfaction

instead, you looked up at her, hatred swirling in your eyes

‘youre freaking psycho, you know that? once tooru and hajime knows about this, theyre going to give you hell. they wont ever let this go bc im the manager of their prized team and their little baby sister. so go ahead, do what you want with me. bc i paid too much for these nails to be tainted by dirt like you’

saiyo, a girl you noticed to be watari’s classmate when you went and visited him, nervously tugged on miyo’s jacket

‘miyo, we should go-’

‘SHES BLUFFING. AND HERE, SINCE YOUR SOCCERFIELD FOREHEAD IS BLEEDING, LET ME HELP WASH IT OUT’

and she poured over a carton of banana milk over you, making you wince at the sticky and cold liquid

the tough facade was crumbling and you were now screaming for help in your head, hoping that stupid theory from yahaba about team telepathy to work

but it didnt

TRIGGER WARNING-END

when miyo and her girls left, you sat on the floor, soaked and sticky and bleeding

then you begin to cry angry tears

you were angry that you were being treated like this just bc you were a manager

you were angry that you let them do that to you

you were angry that you prized your nails more than punching her square in the nose

you were just angry

periodt

staggering on your own feet, you stood up and leaned on the sink, eyes widening at the dripping red liquid from the gash on your forehead, staining the porcelain sink

you were stupid and unconsciously touched it making you wince

‘shit, that hurts’

you whined quietly

there was little you can do with toilet paper and water to clean yourself up but you managed to at least stop the bleeding

you knew you had to be put on concussion protocol just in case bc you that hit was quite hard but at the moment, that wasnt your concern

practice has already started and this was the first time you werent present for daily practice

this was confirmed at the constant buzzing of your phone in your skirt pocket which you didnt listen to and instead, started thinking of ways to go to your locker and get your stuff and fake being sick but at the same time, not be seen and relayed to the team

time was ticking and you had to come up with a plan fast before oikawa will send the team to come looking around the building for you

once you looked at your reflection and smiled big, you decided it was enough to not show the pain you were in right now

girl im hurting for you

you peeked out of the bathroom door and saw the coast was clear so you quickly ran to your classroom, which was thankfully empty, and quickly grabbed your things

but as you were packing up, the tears just kept falling

it didnt stop as you bolted down the stairs, using your cardigan to hide your face from the public

once you were safely out of school grounds, you finally took out your phone and reviewed through all the worried and concerned texts from the team group chat

but you just replied, ‘im fine but i just feel really sick right now. girl stuff’

you smirked, knowing that would keep the boys away

but oikawa had to go and ask you to call him

‘y/n-chan! do you want oikawa-senpai to come over with chocolates and ice cream?! wings or no wings?!’

your jaw dropped at the question and clearly scandalized by the question

the team was too as shouting began and you could faintly hear iwa scream, ‘oh my god, shittykawa!’

‘im seriously okay, oikawa-san. i just need to be alone right now and ill try and get some sleep. good bye’

then you hung up

there was no way you could tell them

they were in their last year anyways so doing something about it wouldnt matter

and you were strong

but apparently not strong enough to fight them off though

you would cover the wound with concealer and continue on with practice tomorrow as if everything was normal

but there was only so much you could take

just yesterday, they trashed your locker and a week ago, they took your bento and threw it away

you even got into a fight with this one girl but she scampered away, too scared to do anything alone

so you were actually just tired and want everyone to leave you alone

believe me, youve thought of quitting sometimes

but youve actually created a bond with these boys

like when you take hanamaki to get cream puffs whenever he loses against iwa in arm wrestling

or when yahaba calls you at ungodly hours to express his worries for next year and to fill oikawa’s shoes

it was simple moments that you shared with each player that kept you from not leaving

soon, you found yourself crying again and the looks pedestrians were giving you was starting to make you uncomfortable

a girl, with her gross hair in a bun, puffy eyes with a bleeding wound and walking down the street

that was a sight

so you cut a corner to an alley by your house to escape from the judging eyes and you were too busy wiping your eyes to see a boy who was crouched down on the floor and ended up walking over him

omg my baby kyoken hello luv!!!!

you gasped and you were surprised and quickly apologized

kyotani was originally about to yell at you, no matter what, but he saw the state you were in and concluded you were either from a fight or was beaten up

he recognized that and decided to just glare at you and go back to feeding the stray dogs and cats

you breathed a sigh in relief when he didnt yell at you bc that wouldve been the last thing you needed today

‘sir, im sorry for hitting you. if there is something i could do for you, dont hesitate’

he ignored you and you focused on him paying attention to the strays

going into your backpack, you had a milk carton and a sausage stick from earlier

you used your thermos lid to serve as the milk bowl for the cats while you peeled open the meat and used your scissors to cut chunks of it for the dogs to have some

kyotani watched as you went into action to feeding the animals that people usually ignored

he knew you

well, he recognized you

when he watched from the top of the gym, he saw you as their manager who ran around and helped everyone

sure, he still didnt trust you

but he watched you grin and smile as the animals started to eat

‘im in a hurry right now so i have to go but ill feed you again tomorrow, okay? you too, stranger-san. ill bring food for you too’

then you stood up and ran away, probably in a hurry to fix that wound

he wouldve offered to treat it for you but he remained silent, watching the cats mewl at the now empty lid

the next day, oikawa was worried for you and when he saw you at early morning practice, he practically glomped to your side

‘y/n-chan! you okay?! oikawa-senpai was so worried for you!’

you cringed but nodded

‘im okay, oikawa-san’

‘senpai, y/n-chan! call me senpai!’

‘im not going to feed into your kink, oikawa-san’

*cue everyone busting a lung*

to this day, no one still knew what happened to you

you kept it quiet and you were sure you got everything handled

except for one person

kyotani was smart and for some reason he knew you got beat up by the fangirls and the perpetrators were easily found bc he saw them huddled around your locker, probably trashing it again, and lets just say,

no one is def going to mess w you now

back to manager moments!!

during practice matches, the boys rally around you to prevent other teams from sweet-talking you

they make sure no one gets past them and always have excuses to get your attention

you knew what they were doing but you pretended not to, heart warming at their protectiveness and hunger for your attention

even though you have your own jacket, the team gives you theirs all the time like oikawa has his special team jacket w his name at the back and when he feels threatened by schools like johzenji, he makes you wear it

‘youre mine, y/n-chan and i want that blondie to know’

‘ehm, no, oikawa-san. im iwaizumi-san’s’

oikawa screamed

lmao training camps w them is CHAOTIC

YOU WANT TO CRYYYYYY

OIKAWA IS CRYING BC IWAIZUMI IS BEATING HIM UP, MATSUHANA ARE FREAKING OUT THE FIRST YEARS ABOUT THE GHOSTS IN THE WOODS AND NOW KINDAICHI REFUSES TO LET GO OF YOU, WATARI GOT LOST GOING TO THE BATHROOM AND YAHABA IS SCREAMING ABOUT THE WEATHER MESSING UP HIS HAIR AND MAKING IT FRIZZY

reminder: threaten to quit everytime they get too much

your hugs are the best!!!!

you have a special hug for every player

oikawa gets his favorite which was the normal arm around the waist with your arms around his neck while he snuggles in your neck

iwa gets flustered easily so you hug him from behind so you cant see his flustered look

mattsun actually likes the jumping in the air so he catches you type of hug

makki is more tame and has his arms around your shoulder with his chin on your head

yahaba is the twirly kind where he just picks you up and swings you around

watari also gets flustered easily so he likes the one-arm hugs

kindaichi gets blushy at the slightest touch from you but he gives you a hug from behind you himself where he can bury his face in your hair while you caress his arms

kunimi, now he likes it when you squeeze him extremely tight bc it makes him feel loved and feel alive

kyo doesnt even talk to you what makes you think you can give him a hug

their lost for shiratorizawa really broke them though

you made them their own bentos for nearly a week to keep them encouraged and gave oikawa extra attention to keep him from sulking or practicing late

‘oikawa-senpai, lets go watch that new movie later’

‘S-S-SENPAI?!’

then the arrival of our baby kyoken

yahaba was moody the whole practice and you were currently trying to keep him from spiking a ball to someone

‘even just today, he’s late’

‘who?’

‘that stupid dog’

he just keeps mumbling and grunting

and then the said dog arrived

you peaked out from behind iwaizumi, who protectively went in front of you

shock ran through you and you pointed at him

‘puppy-kun!’

lmao puppy what

youve called him that since he refused to tell you his name, but you call him that bc he paid special attention to this one baby beagle

he raised a hand in greeting and you gave him a smile

‘youre a player here, too?!’

he ‘glared’ at you but nodded stiffly

the team really thought that he would lash out at you but he is surprisingly tolerant

the power of the manager

he still hasnt talked to you but he does respond to you and even helps you with chores, still not talking ofc

hes so tsun tsun and he deserves my heart yall

however, youve heard him talk to iwaizumi, and iwaizumi only, so youve heard his voice before

ngl, you were flustered by how gruff and deep it was

then their loss to karasuno

bruh, it was KARASUNO

the entire team fell apart and after the match, each of them ran away from you to stop lashing out

you were also on the verge of crying, seeing the broken look on your third years

your precious third years

you decided to give them their own space but you heard a loud banging sound from the bathroom

yahaba and watari were outside, clearly trying to talk to someone in there on coming out but it got louder

okay you were lowkey like, ‘hm, i should not be here’

but you recognized that voice

you knocked at the boys door to be respectful

‘kyo-san? its me, y/n’

he was silent but he did unlock it

you took this as a sign to enter and you gave yahaba and watari a smile

‘i’ll be fine. go to kindaichi and kunimi. they need your comfort right now’

tbh, you were surprised the bathroom was still intact but you saw the stall door at the very end being rattled and shaken

you remained by the door but you wanted to go to him

‘kyo-san, please come out so i can treat your injuries’

he expected you to say those words like ‘its okay’ or ‘theres always next year’ but you didnt

instead, you knew he was hurt and wanted to help him

he continued to give a few punches to the wall and the door before emerging

you wordlessly treated the wounds and offered your hand

‘im here, kyo-san. dont worry, im right here’

at the ramen shop, you told them to eat as much as they want and wordlessly gave them your card, slightly crying inside bc you know this was going to be like over a hundred dollars

but you were treating the boys bc they deserved it

you sat beside kindaichi, who was just sobbing and apologizing, so you were wiping his tears and holding his hand under the table

this precious babie

bruh i was sobbing when i watched this part like uuggghhhh

after dinner, you walked with the other third years, knowing they would go to the gym, so you gave everyone else your special hugs before sending them home

‘text me when you arrive safely, okay?’

‘yes, mom’

‘KINDAICHI WHAT’

oikawa’s speech made you cry bc despite only knowing them for not even a year, you already feel like a family

you didnt want your family to be broken but you knew they would all go their separate ways eventually

there was a big hug pile of third years on the side where you took a picture and sent it to the group chat

you had to eventually go home after helping them clean up and when you checked your phone, a fresh batch of tears rolled down

each from every person on the team but with the same sentence and same words

‘we love you, l/n y/n. thanks for everything.’

ngl i dont think this was that good and its like 8 in the morning and im extremely tired

i want to do karasuno, nekoma, and fukurodani but im so exhausted i cannot right now

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antiloreolympus · 3 years ago

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6 Anti LO Asks

1. i would actually get the idea people look down on the underworld gods bc like yeah theyre scary and unwelcomed, but like its undercut by rachel making them the most desirable and most powerful for?? reasons?? like she wants them to be underdogs while at the same time being the best at everything, which is her issue with persephone too, she also has to be powerless and humble but also the most unique and powerful. she wants us to root for them when they have no actual struggles.

2. i dont take reviews for anything, tbh. the "professional" reviews LO got were all by people who are also at the same printing house, so theyre literally paid to say something nice for marketing even if they dont like it (i work in publishing, we do this all the time), and amazon reviews arent regulated, so of course LO stans will flood it to fluff it up. thats what let's play fans have been doing too for years now too, despite it being wattpad markipiler fanfic.

3. I know comparing characters isn’t right but honestly LO has enough wrong going on I won’t feel bad. Persphone isn’t interesting on her own in LO. A lot of her character is having things happen to her except for flirting with Hades and killing mortals (and maybe running away as a reaction to Zeus). Persphone we are told she is smart, naive, powerful but powerless. Her character literally is whatever RS thinks fits the chapter the best. Persphone has no clear goals other than wanting Hades, what’s her major? What was the next step after college? Do the other gods go to college? Why doesn’t she know what sleeping to the top means but knows so much about flirting with a man who has a gf? What was she suppose to be doing if she never met hades?

Although the other female cast may not be likeable, they do actually do stuff that drives their own character

Minthe may have fallen into a shitty relationship with Hades, but she feels sick about the ring and treats Hades because he doesn’t listen to her. She leads Persphone to the wrong location cause she doesn’t like her. She fights hades (not a good thing but does something to the plot)

Daphne has Persphones background, grew up in the mortal realm. However she’s a lot more interesting. Demeter probably isn’t strict with Daphne, but Daphne is now and influencer with business deals and when forced to Dave Apollo bits and threatens him. And even before with Apollo wanted to find out her own opinions on the guy.

Hecate isn’t a main character but enjoys to be in the plot and leaves the plot as she pleases, she’s support but also seems like there more to her than shown. She likes chaos, gardening, and expanding her knowledge.

Aphrodite, drove the plot with the drugs and car thing, NOT A GOOD THING but actually did something. Was looking for her husband, testing her son may not be the best character but actually leaves marks on the story telling despite not showing up a lot.

Artemis, invites Persphone into her home, has always been this sliver footed hunter, was doing fine before persphone, but also has her own family issues

Demeter fought in a war, has her own morals and ethics when raising a daughter, may have messed up but again actually contributes to the plot

Hera pushes HXP together and apart, has her own interesting drama, seduced Kronos and paid for it gravely, DID have an affair with hades. Not good things but contributions.

Thetis manipulates people

Persphone just doesn’t do much herself in the comic. She didn’t want to go to the party, she didn’t want the job, a lot of the plot is having her having something happen to her. The drugging, the Apollo the offers, Meg offering her clothes even. She doesn’t drive the plot other than flirting with Hades even knowing about Minthe, killing those mortals, and turning Minthe into a plant, but none of those things are even framed as wrong. It’s like even when she does make a “mistake” it doesn’t “count”

4. DID HADES ACTUALLY REALLY HONESTLY SAY ZEUS' RAGE IS MISMANAGED!?!

5. Since we’re talking about self-inserts, hell, I have like 3 characters in my book that can be argued to be my self inserts. But the difference is that while I project onto them plenty, I still remember they are my CHARACTERS, not me. I give them flaws, I write them how I would any other, and I make them suffer consequences when needed. There’s a difference between that and whatever the hell RS is doing with Persephone

-----FP Spoilers-----

6. Not to beat a dead horse but even with Hades saying he misspoke in calling Persephone his wife - considering they arent dating and have only known each other for a short time period, it still sounds weird, right? Like in the newer chapters (I think) Hades and Persephone discuss going on a "first date" after the trial is over which would be fine - except A). It sounds as though even if Persephone gets a punishment (like lets say its a Prometheus treatment kinda thing) that they'll just go behind Zeus' back + authority to go on dates anyway, regardless of punishment or not, and B). Hades calling Persephone his wife indicates that despite not even being on a proper date or even knowing her all that well that he already thinks of her as such, which seems a bit presumptuous considering everything thats been happening.

Also ive seen claims far and between that months have passed if not a year since Persephone went on the run / the beginning of the comic - does anyone have a source for that? (The timeline makes everything confusing).

Also, I was told that the trial doesnt take place in the underworld - that it actually takes place in Olympus?? Anyone got a source? Pls and thanks.

From OP, not Anon: From the episodes currently on FP, the trial does take place on Olympus. The underworld is in a constant state of darkness and the place where the trial is being held shows it's visibly daytime. Also, it hasn't been months or a time skip. Some people were confused by Hades's wording because he said 'months'. Saying weeks would've been way better and less confusing.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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chickenmcfly1 · 4 years ago

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Marty with superpowers headcannons?

(Again, I have no idea how the science behind any of this would work so just bear with me)

So the exposure to plutonium without cell rejuvenation gives him superpowers. Marty can briefly manipulate time by freezing and speeding up time around him, and he can manipulate space by phasing in and out through solid material

basically since his powers came from the DeLorean and interaction between radiation and the flux capacitor, Marty basically becomes a weak human flux capacitor and can manipulate space and time(sketchy science is sketchy)

He discovers them about a week after part three ends because his body finally transitions out of survival mode.

Through the trilogy, Marty is running on like 12 total hours of sleep, 1 meal, no water, 4 head injuries, 3 of which are traumatic brain injuries he doesn’t really accidentally draw on said powers. He’s weak, pretty injured, and exhausted, and his body’s probably focused on healing and staying upright, not manipulating space and time (also I always forget that by definition and time spend unconscious, Marty sustained three traumatic brain injuries in the span of 18 days? That’s gonna be fun for his family doctor to deal with at his next wellness checkup)

After he returns to lone pine 1885, Marty hasn’t really been sleeping bc he’s plagued by near constant nightmares and he’s been super on edge and anxious so he hasn’t really been eating and he’s overwhelmed and exhausted and just crashes in bed one day. And his body is like “oh we’re finally resting! we feel better! Let’s check out these new body functions!” (Again, This is not how bodies work but just humor me)

Then, the next morning, Marty wakes up under the bed? And Marty knows he’s a weird sleeper and he kinda just assumes he thrashed and moved around in his sleep and fell off of the bed, but that’s not possible bc he’s in the exact position he was on top of the bed. There’s also this heavy plastic keyboard case next to him, blocking the only side of the bed he could’ve rolled under from. Otherwise he would’ve had to roll over his guitar, fallen off of the bed, and rolled back under?

But Marty is 100% not in the mood to deal with any more strangeness and weird situations. He’s already overwhelmed and confused, he misses Doc so much it physically hurts, and he’s got real gigs lined up through the holidays and he really doesn’t have the mental energy for this so he just kinda ignores it and goes to school

But strange things keep happening? In math, when he knocks his calculator off of his desk during a test, panicking about how embarrassing it’s going to be when it hits the ground and makes and noise, making everyone turn around and look at him, the calculator just slows down, almost ceasing it’s free fall until Marty grabs it? And the few people who were turning around to look at Marty also have stopped, heads turned halfway to Marty before jerking back to their tests?

The worst one is when he’s on his way home, about to get on his skateboard. Instead for getting on, though, his foot goes through his skateboard. And just when Marty thinks that ordeal is over, his hand goes through the bumper of a car he tries to grab, sending Marty spiraling into the street. As cars zip past him and Marty’s in the middle of an intersection, thinking about how Doc was right and this little car surfing habit of his is gonna end him up in the hospital, the cars around him suddenly stop and seem to freeze then move in slow motion, just long enough for Marty to get to safety before continuing to speed down the streets as if nothing ever happened

Marty continues his commute home, feeling absolutely sick to his stomach, because there’s really one reason he could be passing through solid objects. He’s fading from existence. And that doesn’t explain the other weird stuff, but Marty’s way too worked up to consider the little details. The only thought running through is head is that there’s absolutely no way this can be happening again because this was supposed to be done it was all supposed to be better now

He goes home to get his truck, barely concealing his near-hyperventilating from Biff who always seems to be waxing one of their cars, and his dad who’s sitting on the porch, and drives to Doc’s. The lab is obviously empty, but being here makes him feel a little safer, and a little more clear headed.

He doesn’t eat or sleep that night and that puts his body back into survival mode, so his powers calm down again and Marty is beyond confused but just chalks all that up to exhaustion induced hallucinations? Which is a little scary because Marty is absolutely sure that all of that happen, and he’s really hoping he’s not going insane, but he’d rather be insane than fading from existence because option b means he messed up the time stream and that means that a bunch of other people potentially in danger and Marty’s already bucking under the guilt of 1985 A, he doesn’t need this too.

Obviously Marty has not been the same since time travel, but Jennifer notices he seems extra off as of late, so after school that day, she drags him to her house and asks her to tell her everything. And he knows he shouldn’t, but Doc’s not here and desperately needs to talk to someone and Jennifer is always so grounded and level headed and he needs that right now.

After 18 days of trauma chaos and Marty’s new affliction is described, Jennifer, who is a huge comic book and science fiction nerd, tells him in the most cheerful but matter of fact voice that he obviously has superpowers!

Marty just gives her his signature look of wide eyed, panicked confusion

Jennifer reassures him and tells him to leave a note for Doc where Doc left the DeLorean for him and ‘55 Doc. Marty likes that idea, but he’s still not entirely sure about the whole superpowers thing. So Jennifer tells him to attempt doing those things on purpose, and sure enough, all the things Jennifer makes fall off of her desk chair, including herself (which is the scariest trust fall of Marty’s life) slow just long enough for Marty to right them. Similarly his hands and legs pass through objects. Jennifer suggests he try to phase through the wall to see how strong his powers are, but Marty has a horrifying image of him stuck between Jennifer’s bedroom and closet wall forever, and he decides he’s not trying that own without Doc.

After a few trial runs, a very excited Jennifer’s going on about all the good things he could do the community with these powers and all the cool things he could do, but Marty’s anxious and overwhelmed and just wants to lay low. So he has powers, doesn’t mean he has to use them. Besides, Marty doesn’t know how to explain to Jennifer that after all the ‘good’ he did in 1985A and other timelines, the best way for Marty to serve the community is to probably stay far far far away from where he can mess anything up. Jennifer is, of course very understanding and she accompanies him to leave a letter for Doc

That night, Marty’s scared awake by a sudden rap on his window and wakes up to see Doc? And after Marty’s fight of flight response calms and his heartbeats slows enough for him to function, he just kind of sits there, convinced this is a dream and any second now, Doc will open up his lab coat, revealing bullet wounds and collapse and Marty will have to watch again. But then Doc calls his name and tells him he got his letter. And Marty is overwhelmed with joy and after flinging open the window and tackling Doc with a hug and then giving Clara and the boys another one, they go to the lab and figure everything out

Marty does, indeed, have superpowers. He’s basically a mini flux capacitor and Doc is over the moon thrilled, then panics and checks Marty over to make sure he’s still fine and healthy and that there are no negative side effects, then goes back to being thrilled

Idk what direction I wanna take this in? Whether Marty is just a normal person doing normal person things who just happens to have superpowers or if he and Doc get another crazy adventure, this time, involving superpowers, but yeah. If anyone wants to add on and take this in a direction, pls do bc I have no idea what comes next, lol.

#back to the future #marty mcfly #doc and marty #doc brown #bttf #Jennifer Parker #george mcfly #lorraine mcfly #biff tannen

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ahgastae · 4 years ago

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worst chefs in seoul (outline) – kim seokjin x gn!reader

➥ word count: 3.9k | reality/cooking show au | crack | fluff

➥ m.list

➥ a/n: we’re back at it again with another wip i never finished lol. this one is the outline for what was intended to be a social media au (as evidenced by some of the notes i left for myself), though it’s likely that’s not how it actually would’ve come out. i’d love to hear some of your thoughts/reactions, and i hope you enjoy ♡

day ???

start w y/n and yoongi goofing off on twitter

the whole y/n eating a moldy grape thinking it’s a kiwi thing

and yoongi panicking bc of it

could transition into them talking about the finale episode of their favorite show: worst chefs in seoul

they’re both huge fans, and equally complete disasters when it comes to culinary skill

yoongi likes the show bc he likes the competition aspect and tbh he got addicted after y/n forced him to watch the first season w them

y/n also likes it for that reason, but the main reason they watch it is bc of a certain kim seokjin

anyway, they talk about the finale, and then yoongi says something about the next season’s ‘nominations’ coming up soon

y/n jokingly says they’re going to nominate yoongi bc of that one time he made tacos with dog food

and yoongi fires back w the time they managed to light the microwave on fire making cup o’ noodles

they agree to let each other live

…..for now

sike!

the two actually do end up nominating each other w/o the other knowing

y/n honestly just thought it would be funny if yoongi got picked and yoongi was like “fuck it why not”

little did they know…..

while the nomination guidelines assure that the selection process is completely random, this is a reality show

meaning for anyone w a brain that’s obviously not the case

contestants are actually chosen by the show’s assistant producers and approved by the chefs themselves and then the higher ups

but who are those assistant producers??

none other than park jimin and kim taehyung

neither of them keep their involvement with the show a secret, and one takes it a teensy bit more seriously than the other

anyway, they’re usually told to find a batch of contestants (that they feel) would conjure up the most drama for the show

it is tv, after all, and they have to keep people watching

and that part is crucial

to their credit, they do (somewhat) succeed for the most part

jimin selects yoongi and namjoon from the nomination pool bc he thinks joon’s clumsiness w yoongi’s nonchalant nature will work for max chaos

and taehyung chooses y/n and jungkook bc while their competitive drives are similar, y/n’s subdued nature has a big chance for conflict w jk’s out-there attitude

(how do they know all this? they’re experts at what they do leave me alone)

day ??? 2.0

y/n (and yoongi, secretly) is ecstatic when they get the emails/DM/whatever that they’ve been “chosen for the next hot season of worst chefs in seoul!”

but then yoongi asks if it’s allowed for them to know each other and accept the nomination

like they’re best friends. is that going to present some kinda problem that’ll get them both kicked off??

should only one of them accept it?

(he’s immediately ready to sacrifice his own nomination bc he knows how much y/n cares about this stupid show)

y/n says they’re not going to let him do that bc they were both chosen, meaning they both should get to go

but—

“it’s fine!! we can just pretend we don’t know each other when we’re on set!”

and so they’re off

to some undisclosed location in seoul

day 0

jimin and taehyung are the first to greet everyone, collecting all four contestants together for a tour of the dorms

and y/n starts texting yoongi in a panic bc both of their dumbasses forgot that the contestants are separated into teams as soon as they arrive

yoongi prolly says smth like i’m two feet away from you why are you texting me

(y/n reminds him they can’t make it seem like they know each other)

yoongi acts like it’s not that big of a deal

prolly says there’s a good chance they’ll end up on the same team

and if they don’t they can just hang out in the dorms when the cameras are off and away

which is when jimin loudly announces that this season, each team is getting their own dormitory

and that contestants will be required to stay in their dorm while filming the season, except for approved ‘outings’ for the show

he moves on before anyone can ask what that means

they’ll be allowed to pick whichever dorm they want to stay in for the first night, since they want to get the contestants’ reactions on camera when they reveal the teams

but after they’re revealed tomorrow, it’s your dorm and your dorm only

y/n and yoongi automatically gravitate towards each other

they end up together in the ‘new’ dorm, which yoongi grumpily notes is practically bigger than their whole apartment

y/n wonders if they ended up in seokjin’s dorm, and gets excited at the thought of this being a ‘test’ to see which chef’s team they’ll be on

to which yoongi asks what makes this dorm his?

“idk i just...feel his aura in here”

“.......okay, weirdo. i’m gonna go ‘feel his aura’ in the bathroom and take a—”

“yoongi!!”

y/n can either ask what yoongi thinks of the other contestants or they can both pretty much blow them off entirely for the time being

idk which yet

day 1

next morning, the contestants are woken up bright and early by none other than our favorite assistant producers

the wake up call comes in the form of a new group chat between the six of them

along with a link to ‘download’ the calendar for the shooting schedule

(which is really an app/virus that disables certain functions on their phones)

((such as most social media and texting numbers outside their ‘parameters’))

after that’s all hashed out, jm & t explain that this group chat is for any and all notifications and updates about the show, as well as any questions and/or concerns the contestants might have

“can i just vote to eliminate myself now and go home?” and

“how do i get this fucking thing off my phone” and

“when do we find out what team we’re on??”

the answers to which are

you’ll find out when filming is finished

and right now!

they tell the contestants to get up and get dressed as their first day on set officially starts now

y/n and kook immediately jump into action and leave the gc

joon lags behind a little confused but follows the flow

yoongi, ever the people person, gets aggressive when they don’t answer his questions about their goddamn malware

“is this even legal?? are you even fucking allowed to just disable our devices like this?”

“what if there’s an emergency??”

“looks like you’ll just have to find out, huh?”

yoongi’s phone then crashes and won’t let him unlock it until the first block of filming is finished

jm: “oops ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ”

day 1 recap

we find out through our superfan what happens during the first episode

(maybe do something like this person is some kinda press/‘news’ account dedicated entirely to w.c.i.s. and the two chefs)

((mayhaps they leak the contestant list before it goes public??))

((jimin and tae could have some kinda unspoken rivalry w them lol))

anyway the story is told through them in a series of twitter threads

(plus a few messages from y/n to yoongi freaking out about the teams they get put on)

first event of the day is: the team announcements

yoongi and joon end up on team kim seokjin and y/n is on team jyp w kook

being split up puts a bit of a damper on their plans, and with this stupid cell block they don’t know if they’ll even be allowed to talk to each other

none of them get much time to react, though, as they’re then shuffled off to their respective kitchens

where they finally meet their respective chefs

and, lo and behold, y/n is goddamn terrified

jinyoung is even scarier in person than he is on tv

“don’t laugh at me yoongi!! this is the guy who made a girl sob on live television!”

“and now ur gonna be the next person what’s the problem lmao”

while y/n tries to get past their fear, they’re given their first official task: work together with their new partner to create a meal of their choice

the catch is that they aren’t allowed any help from their chef yet

and since the teams were just announced literally like 10 minutes ago, none of them have had much of a chance to get to know each other

(the network knows this, and does this on purpose since most of the seasons’ first episodes are spent either arguing or being completely lost)

things go about as well (read: badly) as expected

y/n and kook soon discover their very conflicting personalities and spend the majority of the round bickering back and forth about what to make/how to do it

meanwhile yoongi slaps a piece of sliced cheese directly on the stove while joon runs around like a chicken w its head cut off

in the end, team jyp somehow manages to come out victorious

they cobble together some (semi) edible banana milkshakes to present to the judges

(‘together’ meaning y/n wanted to make plain vanilla milkshakes and kook switched it for banana milk when they weren’t looking)

yoongi and joon tried (keyword being tried) to make grilled cheese

but between yoongi’s cheese-to-stove method and joon dropping their two pieces of burnt toast right before the timer rang

they didn’t get many points

as their reward, team jyp has the honor of picking what they’ll be making tomorrow

they’re given the rest of the day to think and talk it over while team ksj is told to reflect on what went wrong in today’s trial

back at the dorms (now in their separate teams), y/n finds that yoongi finally graces them w a response

(and that they were right about which one was ‘seokjin’s’ dorm)

yoongi tells them about ‘that little shit’ locking him out of his phone and that he honestly just wants to get tf out of there contract or not

y/n convinces him to stay and stick it out, if not for them then for the prize money at the end

yoongi then asks what dish they’re going to pick for tomorrow, and asks if they can pick something he at least has an idea how to make

cue y/n saying that they were thinking of suggesting one of seokjin’s signature dishes but not knowing if kook would go along w the idea

“he kept trying to switch out our ingredients for banana milk and i don’t know how to tell him to knock that shit off”

“honestly you know i’m not one to take charge but he wasn’t even listening to me!! what’s to say he’s actually going to listen to the PROFESSIONAL chef here to help us??”

“aNd SPeAkINg oF THaT”

cue y/n whining about how they wanted to be on jin’s team and it’s not fair that they both got stuck w jinyoung AND a bratty kid on their team

yoongi sympathizes since he was looking forward to them being on the same team, but makes y/n agree that if he has to give the competition a chance then they have to give kook one too

“i mean yeah he seems like a bit of a dumbass but isn’t that why we’re all here? bc we have no fuckin clue what to do in the kitchen?”

hmm...fine they’ll give him a chance

but they still think he’s a lil shit and don’t really wanna talk to him at all, let alone reach some kinda compromise on what to make

they don’t get much or a choice, though, as they both receive a mysterious message from...jungkook? in another group chat?

the contestants find that they have all been manually added to another gc

except this one is missing the two assistant producers who love to breathe down their necks

everyone but jk is immediately suspicious

is this some of trick to get them to screw up?

to break some kinda hidden clause in the contract none of them actually read?

wasn’t that thing they downloaded supposed to block incoming messages like this?

“but wait, yoongi, then how were we able to…?”

but as of right now, they don’t get any answers

and they’re all too afraid to ask anyone but each other

“well we’re all here so...we might as well get to know each other right?? :D”

this is where we get our first in-depth look at the four people stuck on this show together, who in their lives nominated them and why

(y/n and yoongi’s lying skills are put to a bit of a test as they each rush to pull stories right out of their asses)

kook talks about bambam and says his nomination said smth about “adding banana milk to everything f*ckin thing he makes”

he doesn’t really get why that was enough to land him a spot on the show but he thought it would be pretty cool to be on tv and just went along with it

namjoon talks about hobi and emphasizes that he’s not that bad of a cook

he just gets nervous and confused when it comes to recipes and cooking which expresses itself in the form of his unabashed clumsiness

joon then asks if they’ll really be prevented from having any outside communication until filming is finished

he, like yoongi, questions the legality of deceitfully installing the block on their phones

y/n says there probably was some kind of hidden clause that allowed them to do that, as they “can’t imagine seokjin would take part in a competition that abuses its contestants”

to which joon replies that they don’t actually know seokjin so they can’t really ‘imagine’ anything about how he will or won’t act

right as yoongi is about to jump in and tell him to back off, jungkook decides that that’s way too much legal talk for him

he forces changes the subject back to the gc as a whole and says that even if they’re prevented from talking to their friends he’s happy they’ll “at least have each other :D”

y/n feels like part of that is directed at them and feels bad for how they thought he was ‘just a dumb kid’ before

namjoon, however, is still hesitant

he’s not sure if this chat could get them in trouble in regards to the show and their contract and what not and says that they all should probably delete it just to be safe

but that is unanimously vetoed by y/n and kook (and yoongi, reluctantly) and they decide that if the block allowed it to pass through then it must be allowed

before joon can argue anymore, they all receive a message from tae in the ‘official’ gc

he briefly explains the lights out policy of the dorms and tells them that they’re probably going to want a good night's sleep for their ‘big day’ tomorrow

yoongi then says smth like “well...guess that’s lights out then” and jk responds excited as ever w “night guys!! see you all in the morning! :)”

and y/n can feel their soul leaving their body for even thinking anything ill about him

day 2

contestants are woken up bright and early by alarms they didn’t set

(“oh great, so they just hijacked every app on our fucking phones then”

jimin tells them all to hurry up, get dressed, and meet the chauffeur outside bc they can’t afford to be late

(“literally! every second you waste is money docked from the network’s wallet! so get your asses in gear, guppies!”)

y/n and kook get outside first, but yoongi and joon are nowhere to be seen

y/n decides to text the q & a gc to get the dirt on seokjin

they kinda start sucking up to jimin and tae to see if they’ll reveal any info, particularly about what the chef is like and if it’s possible for him to talk to the ‘other’ team’s contestants

and while the producers are pleasantly surprised that one of the contestants actually want to use that gc for something other than yelling at them

they unfortunately can’t give much info besides what most people already know

and confirm that one of the chefs talking to the other’s students was probably not allowed, but that it’s also never really happened before so they’re not really sure lmao

(“taehyung!!” “what? was i not supposed to say that?”)

jimin cuts the conversation short there as yoongi and joon arrive and they all get on the shuttle for the set

taehyung does say one last thing tho

“good luck!! hopefully they don’t tear u up too bad!”

but first

our superfan gives us the downlow on the competition and how it works

after being split into teams, the contestants will rotate between ‘training’ w their chef and competing against each other in timed trial rounds

prizes can be won for both events, but the ones for the trial rounds are generally more competition based while the ones for the training rounds are more about luxury/quality of life while filming

each trial round win counts as a point towards the team’s score in the competition

only trial rounds affect this score

once a certain number of points has been reached (5), that team moves into the next phase of the competition

instead of working as a team, they are split up and now have to work against each other to win the favor of their chef

and in the finale, after one last big cookout competition, an individual winner is chosen and crowned a ‘former’ worst chef in seoul

once the contestants arrive on set, the chefs reiterate that today is just a training round

(they all let out a collective sigh of relief)

and it’s a good thing everyone woke up so early bc they’re just in time to learn how to make breakfast!!

“it’s not like we had much of a choice-oof.”

“anyway! team jyp, since you won the pretrial round yesterday, you get to decide what both teams will be learning how to make today. so, y/n, jungkook. think carefully. what do you want for breakfast?”

y/n is about to suggest seokjin’s signature strawberry and cream crepes when jungkook, who is still half asleep, blurts out “omelette”

(also i’ve decided that jackson is the host of the show now and i’m not changing my mind)

and it’s decided. they’re makin’ omelettes

(y/n is only a little bit peeved)

shuffled off to their separate kitchens, y/n is reminded of just how terrified they are of jinyoung

sure, they thought he was scary yesterday when they realized they were on his team, but now he has to actually teach them and they can’t help but think he’s going to make them into an idiot sandwich by the end of the day

as such, they try to keep half-asleep kook in between them and jinyoung at all costs, even if it meant running around the kitchen like a lost puppy

jinyoung, fully aware of how the show portrays him and how fans view him, notices this almost instantaneously

but he unfortunately doesn’t get to pull y/n aside to address it before jungkook starts digging through the fridge for banana milk and almost throws the entire carton of eggs on the floor

professional chef jyp mode: on

and they’re off

it’s a little difficult with y/n dancing around the kitchen anxiously and jungkook’s absolute aversion to being told what to do (as y/n predicted), but jinyoung manages to whip them into shape long enough to (barely) make a ham, cheese, and “green onion? wtf is that?” omelette

team seokjin, however, does not favor as well

yoongi apparently doesn’t know what tf a green onion is either and just throws in whatever green vegetable he can find while jin is struggling to keep namjoon from setting himself on fire

….and it turned out to be celery

that, plus joon somehow managing to burn the omelette to a crisp, costs them the training round

y/n and kook start to celebrate their victory and actually working as a team when jackson informs them that their ‘prize’ is they get to eat what they cooked while the other team gets whatever is left over on the catering table

“i hope you listened to your chef!”

“...jungkook, please tell me you used actual milk in this”

“um…”

back at the dorms, the contestants share their thoughts on their first day of training, as well as their first official day w their chefs

(also include y/n saying something about their banana milk omelettes actually not being half bad)

y/n immediately recalls how much they were terrified of jinyoung, almost cutting their finger off when he glanced over their shoulder when they were slicing the green onions

jk agrees, adding smth about how he didn’t think a scowl could ever be so intimidating

“it reminded me of my mom’s face when she found out i tried to pierce my own ears in the bathroom in middle school!! i was too afraid to push the needle all the way through and walked around with it in my ear all day until one of my teachers finally noticed and sent me to the office!”

...ok jungkook

during all of this, yoongi and joon are both like...wtf

“seokjin was literally nothing but nice to us. even when namjoon almost set his sleeve on fire lmao”

“hyung how did u manage that” “doesn’t matter”

jungkook thinks the difference in the chefs is hilarious, but y/n is only upsetti spaghetti

they go on a bit of a rant about how badly they wanted to be on jin’s team

saying something about how jinyoung is scary and mean and they’re almost positive he can sense their fear or something and probably use it against them while jin’s team would be so much better on the sole fact that they wouldn’t feel like he would turn them into an omelette for getting something wrong

cue jk being all babey asking “you...don’t wanna be on a team with me? :((“

and y/n immediately PANICS and tries to explain that NO, it’s not HIM but yoongi saves their ass by saying that seokjin is just their favorite and that’s all

jungkook feels better, but then namjoon is like “hol up. we all just met. how could you possibly know that?”

insert more y/n fumbling and jk confusion

yoongi (once again) covers w some bullshit story that he was able to just guess that based on what y/n’s said in the gc so far

joon wants to question it further, but jungkook informs them that the lights out call just came in before he can

another yoony/n sigh of relief

in private, y/n freaks out to yoongi for almost blowing their cover to the others

prompting a short conversation over whether they think they can trust them or not

y/n admits that they’re warming up to kook, but is a little suspicious if namjoon will keep their secret yet

convo ends with yoongi saying something like “well, the kid’s right about one thing. at least we know we have each other”

end.

#kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x you #jin x reader #jin x you #bts jin x reader #jin #kim seokjin #bts jin #jin fic #seokjin fic #bts x reader #bts x you #bts crack #bts fluff #me releasing my old wips to try and make up for the fact that i haven't actually written or posted anything for months?#it's more likely than you think #my writing #on hiatus 🌙

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staggeringsmite · 4 years ago

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ooh, top 5 moments you've had/witnessed as a DM? (please use this an excuse to hype yourself up if you want!!)

my players make dm’ing beyond worth it, so i really have to give credit to them for the joy of what they bring to a lot of these scenes <3 (also this is all wandering isles bc it’s been my most narratively satisfying and invested dm experience) Buckle Up it’s a long one!!!

bonus: i’m very proud of my individual character moments! throughout the campaign we’ve had about four of these (the intro session scenes, two dream sequences for every pc, and a set of individual trial scenes). we’re a pretty big party so it’s hard to narrow it down, but i just love writing and running those longer narrative moments bc i think it’s a v interesting insight into each character and gives them each a separate moment to shine <3

5. “promise you’ll come back to her” / burning of contingency letters

i put these moments together perhaps to cheat a little bit, but also because they deserve it. xarus, the party’s barbarian whose family was abandoned by his mother at a young age pulls theresa, a forge knitting cleric about to board the airship he is a quartermaster of in order to find a cure for her sick wife. he asks theresa to promise him one thing, that no matter what she will come back to her wife. along the way they write contingency letters to their loved ones in and outside of the party as their adventures grow more and more dangerous, and eventually, exhausted and worn, theresa and xarus find each other in the den of a safehouse to talk. recognizing each other’s willingness to self-sacrifice, their conversation ends with them burning the contingency letters they’ve written, committing to life. these scenes come together because it shows how far they have come together, and the theresa and xarus relationship will always be a highlight of the wandering isles to witness. sometimes the players do all the best work for you, and it’s so wonderful to sit back and watch <3

4. miles is missing

damien returns to the university he works at after an unprecedented amount time away to check on his office before he heads back out on another adventure with the party. while there he moves to put a sticky note (canonically a magical item in the wandering isles universe) on his rival colleague’s (and gay lover/roommate of 20 years) door only to find it entirely emptied without a trace. despite their bickering, miles and damien are very close, and miles would never pack up his things and go without telling damien.

this was a more subtle cliff-hanger for the session, but it was made so much fun as a dm because the players were excited and joking the whole session about miles’ second appearance (and only since the very first session) so his sudden disappearance was made much more severe based on everyone’s anticipation of meeting and having a light-hearted interaction with him.

3. the infamous sex rave

sometimes things go very right as a dm and sometimes things spiral out of control when a pc mislabels a situation which becomes a running joke of the campaign. either way i love being stubborn in my defense of “it isn’t a sex rave!!” whenever they bring it up (and immediately playing an npc who also calls it a sex rave). basically the players had a heist encounter in which they were hired to break a group of pirate prisoner’s out of a secret underground information center (where magical artifacts were also being held and studied, and there was pertinent information stored for the party to take a swipe at). the group split and one subset of party members were forced to hide from guards on the outskirts of a large, gladiatorial style ring within the compound, in which prisoners were competitively battling in order to test the abilities of certain unknown artifacts for the entertainment of anonymous nobles in masquerade getup. based on the magical lighting effects, the strangely dressed noble onlookers, and the,,,, Fighting Noises being some of the only things the pc’s perceived from the level of the auditorium they hid at, it was unfortunately misnomer’ed the “weird sex rave” and has only been referred to it as that ever since.

2. mother abel’s goodbye

hmmm am i making players cry again? yeah maybe. mother abel was an elder cleric of nosa crossing, the starting city of the campaign. she’d lived through its settlement, destruction, rebuilding, and given her all not only to the city but also to the jilted creed (a secret society dedicated to disrupting geline, a large and dangerously powerful island-state which is one of the campaign’s greatest evils). in the last use of her strength she took on a role as a conduit for a powerful plane shift ritual to transport the residents of the city to safety in the feywild as nosa crossing began to be overrun by potent wild magics in the prime material plane. as a low-level cleric, the spell took its toll on her, and as the party arrived in the feywild via a similar ritual to find the inhabitants, they were led to her side. theresa, a native of nosa crossing now reunited with her wife yodean, went to abel’s side with yodean. as yodean sat on the foot of the bed, theresa kneeled as though praying to hold abel’s hand cleric to cleric, confessing her gratitude but admitting that she cannot give as freely as mother abel did, that she and yodean deserve to live for themselves as much as they choose everyday to live for other people. with her final words in a soft, weak message, mother abel comforted theresa in her decision. the scene as a whole was so wonderfully sad, and the best dm moment of something so raw as telling aj, theresa’s player, that while there was no way to confirm it in any real capacity, something in theresa felt that perhaps mother abel held out a little while longer to make sure she was safe one last time and make sure she’d truly gotten everyone home.

1. rosa’s betrayal / lian’s resurrection

enough of that sad shit let’s get mean babey!! aslkjglfk i will be riding the high of this session for an eternity, but it’s quite a lot to break down. rosa rucksaw is the captain of the crew the party rescues in the heist sequence, who eventually reveals herself to in fact be xarus’ mom who fully left to assume a new identity and is Pretty Horrible as a person. at the safehouse, the party is asked by the people they were hired if they would be willing to take the crew to a longer term safehouse island, and the decision is left to xarus. not wanting to be like his mom, xarus agrees to endure a little more time with them in order to them this service out of convenience and kindness. a few hours from their destination, rosa finds xarus on the deck and honestly? kinda begins to admit some amount of guilt for all the shit she did,,,, literally seconds before she reveals that when her and her crew were caught by geline, she struck a deal in order to keep them alive, saying to her biological son “out on the cloudsea your crew is your family, and son, believe me, i’d do anything for my family” before her crew on the deck anchored the ship to an invisible gelinish war vessel and we snapped to roll20 for combat. the look of horror and betrayal on everyone’s face as her monologue hit those final lines, ugh and the fact that no one was super suspicious made it even better!! sometimes it Really Works, and this was one of those times!

flash forward in the battle, and an npc (it’s miles, the gay lover from a few numbers ago) being held hostage by the gelinish vessel is killed, as he is resurrected by two party members (damien and theresa) damien reaches for his soul, as theresa, who multi-classed into divination wizard after a pc named lian died (with failed attempts from theresa and xarus to hold her back) feels another presence in the grey, misty beyond. lian died in session four, and when i said her name to reference jack’s character everyone lost it mostly out of confusion before i began to narrate lian feeling restless in the afterlife, eventually reaching out and forming a celestial warlock pact with miles through his connection to damien and being called upon by her goddess sune as theresa reached out, offering lian the chance to go back. theresa returning to that moment with both her clerical and divinatory abilities, with the blessing of sune, lian emerging on the battlefield, now a vengeance paladin instead of life cleric, with a flaming sword and celestial wings at her back was such an incredible highlight to set up and run,, i just, <333 very proud of myself (and very thankful jack was on board for her coming back) for this moment

thank you so so much!! this was a long ramble, but i hope it was somewhat interesting to people not in the wandering isles <33

send a top 5 or 10?

#ask #thats-the-moon-grey #thank you!!!#dm'ing is so...good

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your-turn-to-role · 4 years ago

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hi okay i hate sending asks to people without knowing them but you seem kind so im trying: during the break, i’ve been working my way through VM, and i’m at episode 75. my question, because i’ve read some of your more recent meta, is “what’s Percy’s deal?” i know he’s loved by the fandom, but i can’t find myself relating to him, and i find his assertions that he’s the only one with a plan offputting. is there more context you can give to me about percy’s character that explains his motivations?

aww, thank you!

(and yeah, asks like this are totally fine, i totally get that anxiety, good job on sending this!)

i mean, first off, you don't have to like a character everyone else does? if you don't relate to percy you can just, not relate to percy, that's fine

(and to be fair, as much as i love him as a character, i would not want him as a friend, because he's a very flawed person that has a lot to work on, but in fiction those traits are interesting to watch rather than difficult to deal with)

but, percy's deal! the short answer is people generally like him because taliesin's funny and charismatic and he does morally grey right, which is rare and a fun thing to explore (also in his relationships with other people, the entire vex-vax-percy-keyleth square is full of neat parallels and opposites and interesting things and i have whole essays in my head on all six combos there)

i don’t know which posts you’ve read so i’ll link this one here too, just to cover a couple more of the generally unnoticed aspects of his character, and things i like about percy

he’s also far from perfect, as you’ve noted, he does tend to believe he’s the smartest person in any given room, because he’s young and clever and used to being that, which you’re allowed to find off putting, but i will say i find he does that less than a lot of characters of his general archetype? he listens to pike, he listens to keyleth, he listens to vex, he respects when they have more knowledge than him on a particular subject, he’s not above asking for help. and generally most of the arguments he has with keyleth on that subject aren’t him asserting he knows more than her, but more a matter of principles and values (they’re a really interesting pair that way, they have similar backgrounds, both children of royalty running away from the crown, but they’re such opposites. percy is a natural leader who would rather anyone rule than him, keyleth fumbles her way through all of it but sticks to it because she doesn’t want to let anyone down, percy is a pragmatist, keyleth is an idealist, they both are too focused on the big picture but in two completely different ways, i could write a whole other post on this, but to get to my point, they wouldn’t be such good balances for each other if percy didn’t absolutely respect where keyleth is coming from)

for the long answer, i’m gonna break this down into parts and try to get to the core of percy's character and why he is the way he is

(under the cut bc this gets long)

1 - heavy trauma

like... this is the really really big one. percy, at age 17 or 18, had his entire life up to that point completely destroyed. his family was killed, his friends were killed, people he trusted like family (professor anders, who was a more present figure in percy's life than his actual parents) betrayed him and helped the briarwoods, he was imprisoned in his own castle's dungeons and tortured for information, they threw his siblings' bodies in there with him to make a point, cassandra helped him escape but as far as he knew she died helping him. he has two years of his life after that he straight up doesn't remember, his hair turned white from the stress of it.

trying to go after ripley the first time didn't work, he was captured and left to starve in a prison cell, for the first few months of travelling with vox machina he genuinely believed it wasn't real, because realistically no one was gonna come save him, this was just a hallucination of his dying mind. returning to whitestone he was forced to confront the fact that literally everyone he ever knew growing up (with the sole exception of archibald) was either dead or working with the briarwoods, and even after retaking the city there's a lot that can never be repaired.

and he's just... never really dealt with any of this? like, he gave vox machina the technical details of what happened to him in the briarwood arc, because they needed to know that information, but the first time he actually started processing his trauma, the first time he admits it out loud to anyone, is the final episode of campaign one. before then it had been occasional snide or handwavey comments, and like, he'll let himself feel the anger over it (in the beginning of the story he encouraged it, because then he didn't have to feel anything else), but he's never processed the grief, never admitted to himself how badly that affected him

which means he's got a lot of pent up emotions in there that he just keeps burying, and sometimes they come out in unhealthy ways. having so much taken from him also makes him really motivated to keep the things he does have - he’s got some deep set abandonment issues and takes any kind of betrayal really badly, don’t know if you’ve got up to the scanlan stuff by the time i post this, but that’s something to keep in mind as to why he acts the way he does there. (and it’s not more explicit because percy was raised nobility, keeping a brave face through anything is part of who he is, he tends to cover emotions he’s insecure about in snark or indifference or, for the intense ones, anger, because those are the things he thinks he’s allowed to show, but the real emotions show up occasionally, when they’re particularly strong, or if you’re reading between the lines. he really does care a lot about vox machina)

2 - legacy and loyalty.

speaking of nobility, it's hard to do a character study on percy without mentioning whitestone and the house of de rolo. this is the number one thing to percy. he was raised to respect title and name, and most importantly, raised to respect the people he represents - both the townsfolk of whitestone and also percy's ancestors and future de rolo generations. whitestone is more important than any one life, he has a duty to protect and serve it, and that comes before any personal wants he may have. it's also important to him for family reasons - he was a pretty lonely child, but he loved reading about the history of the city, all the weird ghost stories whitestone had even before the briarwoods. it probably made him feel more connected to all of that, this is the place he belongs. and after his family dies, it becomes even more important, because this is his connection to them. the soul of a city lives as long as its people, by protecting what's left, he keeps a little bit of what came before

(and also in just tidbits to understand percy's character, he sees all cities and man-made things the same way - in a world where some races live for centuries or millennia, their history exists mostly by word of mouth, you can physically talk to people who were around 500 years ago and get their take on things - humans don't have that, they get 100 years at most, so the things they build are vital to their heritage. this is how you keep people alive long after they're gone, by honouring what they created. and especially for someone so concerned with legacy and history, percy literally says abandoning westruun would be blasphemy, because the place people grew up is important, yes it's better that they live, but letting the city be abandoned and destroyed would be an irreparable act of violence.)

this is the number one thing on percy's mind when evaluating anything about himself, where do i come from, and what do i leave behind? which is a question that has a lot of moments to be tested, because of my next point...

3 - pragmatism and terrible thoughts

when it comes down to it, percy is a very ends justify the means kind of person. he finds it very easy to square away any kind of collateral damage as long as it gets him to his end goal. see: trial of the take, where he's fine to catch his friends in the blast radius of a new bomb design because he's so excited that it worked, preparing to fight vorugal and resigning himself to potentially having to kill innocent people to kill the dragon (he wasn’t okay with that, but he would do it), also his conscious decision to let ripley go, knowing she would lead to the deaths of thousands because it was her or the briarwoods and he wanted revenge

(this is by his own admission his lowest point and worst mistake, because as mentioned, he thinks about the consequences of his actions near constantly, he knew she would reproduce his guns and they would lead to a whole new form of warfare. but in that moment he was just blinded by grief and way too emotionally burnt out and did not have the capacity to care. and he spends the rest of the campaign and honestly probably the rest of his life trying to make up for that one)

he's also, by his own admission, someone who has a lot of bad thoughts he doesn't act on, he's very clever and creative and ideas for ways to use those skills for violence or vengeance come easily to him (like, percy as an actual villain would be ripley but worse, ripley's intelligent but a very direct point a to point b kind of thinker, percy has multiple times criticised her lack of imagination, a percy with her lack of morals would be terrifying)

(honestly this is why i was seeing percy so much in taliesin's narrative telephone, because "sometimes i wake up having dreamed of a terrible thing, and normally i just file that away for things that i would never do, because i wanna maintain friendships, but then LIAM did something to me." and the whole being absolutely fine with throwing the rest of the cast under the bus just to enact revenge on liam was quintessential percy)

but we’ve seen the pragmatic anti hero everywhere, anyone can be a terrible person, and have reasons for it, that alone doesn’t make an interesting character (at least not for me)

what does, is my last point

4 - trying to be good

i still vividly remember when i first watched campaign one, being really surprised at how much percy asked for help? like, i went in expecting the usual full on demon possession storyline, i expected percy to hide how bad it was, i expected him to make poor decisions without realising he was doing it until he was in too deep to back out

and like, he had some of that. but at the first sign of things being out of his control, he asked his friends for help. he let pike greater restoration him. he told vax to kill him if things ever got too out of hand. he was really, genuinely scared about what he got himself into and what he might do because of it. there was never a point where he pretended, even to himself, that making a deal with orthax was okay. the minute he realised there was a demon involved, he was working to stop it. and yeah, by the time he realised it was already a bit too late, there were already some things out of his control (and also taliesin kept having the worst rolls against the whitestone corruption which was really fun on a meta level), which is how things got as bad as they did. but honestly, all things considered, there’s very little to criticise about the way percy handled himself in the briarwood arc.

and he keeps doing that, trying to get better. he struggles with it, he struggles a lot, against his anger issues, against all the trauma, against the fact that he really doesn’t want to be here and things would be so much easier if he were dead. but he recognises he holds grudges too easily, so he starts actively trying to forgive those who’ve wronged him (this is something he and vex have in common, and something they were working on together before they were together, which probably helped a lot in getting them to that point as well). he recognises he makes poor decisions when he’s angry, so he starts learning to step back in those moments and leave the decisions to someone else. he has never not owned up to his mistakes, he takes responsibility for everything he’s done, and if he notices a problem he can’t solve himself, he asks for help.

and i find that fun to explore. like, percy’s been likened to hamlet in the actual show, and i was the kid who got super obsessed with hamlet when i was like 15 because i was in that same mental space of suicidal self hatred and existential melancholy but also thinking i was the smartest person in any given room and being too young to have gotten over the arrogance that makes you ignore everyone else’s needs for the sake of indulging your own problems. and then i got older and realised there are smarter ways to go about things, like having empathy and appreciating the light in the world and not being a dickhead to people because it makes you feel better, and maybe hamlet can be justified and in the wrong at the same time. and while there’s some stuff i won’t spoil for you, percy after ripley kills him is definitely starting to learn that, which you rarely see in the hamlet archetype, bc everyone’s like “ah yes so Deep so Important who cares what bad things this person did they had Trauma and are Clever”

well, percy cares about the bad things he did, and cares about not doing those anymore. so like, he’s still a disaster of a person bc he’s like 23 and no one has their life together at 23, especially not someone in percy’s situation, and honestly i find that fun to watch as well bc i like watching characters make stupid mistakes and do stuff i’d never approve of in real life, and as i mentioned at the start, taliesin makes captivating and funny characters. but yeah, that’s generally where percy’s at, most of the time

#would you believe me if i said this was the second shorter attempt at answering this ask?#i honestly tried to pare it down but this hit at least 6 or 7 separate essays in my head that all wanted to be included #and then i had to figure out how to combine them #my brain keeps giving me more things i should add but i think this is enough to be going on with for now 😂#but hey anyone who likes listening to me talk about percy know i can keep going #this is my word MINIMUM #(and it's still over 2k im so sorry)#but yeah hope this helped!#cr1 #percy de rolo #cr thoughts #text #meta #ask #megabees3

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sootygoggles · 4 years ago

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Parent!Paranoia Sanders Sides AU!

No explanation, but I'll probably give the backstory later. For now: memes of Paranoia being an A-class parent and a chaos gremlin. (okay it started as memes but then just ended up as fleshing the AU out)

Paranoia, worried abt his kids: I'm uhhhh gonna go to my room see ya later light sides

Paranoia, sneaking back into the subconscious to check on his now teenaged children: I'm gonna leave duke a r a t that I found and thought looked cool

Duke, waking up the next morning and yelling for 'Nesty bc "HOLY CRAP NESTY LOOK AT THIS RAT ISN'T SHE ADORABLE I WANNA HANG HER ON THE WALL": !!!!!!!!!!

Paranoia gets a habit of sitting on the fridge because his children were wild as kids and sometimes duke comin at you with a knife warrants jumping onto counters

Nesty, who doesnt get paid to deal with duke: I'm raiding dads liquor cabinet it's my due for putting up with this

Paranoia, physically manifesting: put the key to the liquor cabinet D O W N, Honesty

The lights are confused as to why he disappears at random times of the day and night and he just "leave me TF alone before I leave you a goshdarn diddly P R E S E N T while youre sleeping I'm tired"

patton: my child! my dark strange son!!

paranoia, who has children: ,,,,yea ok

Patton ticks him off so he leaves a big halloween decor spider on his bed and nobody sleeps for weeks after that bc pattons too scared to touch it and paranoia maybeperhaps glued it onto his cover

He's like one of those people you know might mean well but ooooooo boy theyre pushin buttons

Paranoia, whos fav animal/insect is spiders and whose children have tarantulas and snakes on the regular: hes not even realistic!! You need to learn to get along with mr sparkles patton!! look at him. he's fluffy!

He has googly eyes and glitter on him at all times of course hes named mr sparkles

paranoia gets to be a little petty. as a treat

Paranoia just carries bags of glitter around and whenever mr sparkles gets duller he takes mr sparkles to the kitchen counter and he dumps glitter on him

Logan and patton are tired of cleaning up bc paranoias just petty enough to make their counters eternally sparkly

"why is there glitter all over the kitchen?"

paranoia, holding mr sparkles: :)

Paranoia, after AA: I hate purple but they dont know that now do they

Paranoia is actually orange the last side is purple lol

Chaos Gremlin dark sides and nobody is surprised bc paranoia raised them

paranoia, going back to see his teen children after acting like a teen all day: what is up, fellow kids

honesty: i am going to lose it

Wrath, coming to yell at them to keep it down: why are you purple I'm purple

Paranoia, cackling bc finally I can get out of this horrible color: *snaps fingers * I'M PARANOIA MOTHERTRUCKERS HAVE FUUUNNNNN I'M GONNA BE MAKING YOUR LIVES LIVING HELL FROM THIS POINT FORWARDS

duke and nesty, pumped for halloween bc u l t i m a t e s p o o k: :D

paranoia, coming out in a traffic cone costume with a shit eating grin on his face: :D

Paranoia, decorating for halloween bc "oh I'm sorry it's just the *sniffles * homesickness and we a l w a y s decorated for halloween" knowing full well all of his decorations are spider and witch themed bc they all like the salem witch trials

He leaves ONE fake snake in romans cereal and the lights just. Lose it. Hes kicked back into the subconscious to be chaotic with his kids, no new side, just the hours upon hours of film hes gotten from the bugs hed placed around the unconscious and a plan for the next several movie nights

He gets back and honesty is w h e e z i n g bc he was watching through the cracks and they make a fail compilation of the light sides

It takes like two months for the lights to just go insane with him around not due to yknow paranoia but bc hes such a gremlin

Patton asks if he was raised by wolves and he shoves mr sparkles at patton saying "take the issue of how I was raised up with my father, a-hole!!"

He doesnt actually curse he just yells "A-HOLE" so loud his kids can hear

They dont find out he's a dad until hes summoned and hes making cookies or smt with the kids and hes in a bright orange stereotypical witch outfit,,, corset and all and an apron that says "worlds most chaotic dad" on the front

And hes talking to one of the kids like "duke you can only put dish soap in your batch nesty cant digest it like you can"

Patton has an apron that says worlds least chaotic 'dad' courtesy of paranoia he made it himself(read: he stole pattons good apron and scribbled over it in sharpie)

Paranoia is always close to cackling when around the lights bc theyre newbs to any chaos

Roman and remus are twins but roman is the kind of kid to promptly forget abt anyone and logan n patton knew remus less than a day before he "disappeared" aka ran to the subconscious to explore and theyve just kinda blocked him out

Logans fine with it and actually likes the decorations tho he has asked if they had to be so brightly coloured and if there had to be so much glitter

I say decorations but hes a secret gremlin at heart and is super close to snickering at all times bc of the pranks

Also yes paranoia mildly dads roman it's great but he dads in an older sibling type way

So pat and logan are all "hes fitting in as an older brother well" and they tell him abt their approval of his older brother chaos and hes just like "no this is how I am deal with it nothing to do with brothers" bc hes not telling them abt his kids he doesnt trust them

Hes up at like midnight complaining with logan abt how patton doesnt let him be full chaos gremlin and logan says "mmmhmm did your parents in the dark side let you go wild with the chaos" and paranoia just,,,,, looks at him, dead in the eyes, and says "I dont have parents"

Cue logan being confusion

Paranoia, who genuinely didn't have parents: my parents are mr sparkles and the cat we've had for my entire life

Logan, who doesnt know they had a cat and is now worried bc "are you taking care of it???": ???

Paranoia: it's great for keeping the Others in line tho I just say "do your chores or no snuggle time with ms peregrin" and they do their chores while I'm making dinner

logan, incredibly confused: i don't know what you mean but ok

Paranoia: yeah theyre dumb but it's the level of dumb youd expect from my idiots

Or he slips up and refers to them as his children/kids and logan, not realizing they have an Actual Father/Sons relationship/age difference(paranoias abt.late 20s early 30s, remus defies all logic and has been about 9-10 for a few years now, and dees like early teens) just says "huh how.interesting would it be to have to deal with people your age that immature" and paranoias just. "Y e a h t h e y r e t o t a l l y t h e s a m e a g e a s I a m"

Duke is very much baby and upon seeing duke eating glue paranoia and honesty the idiots decided to try it too

theyre so dumb dsdhdhdhjsdh

They AREEE and paranoia, after discovering that duke has the h a r d i e s t immune system they decide to test exactly what he can and cannot safely eat bc he may be dumb but hes also def a Dad and he just wants to take care of his kids and if that includes making sure that duke can safely consume toilet bleach then so be it

Duke can eat almost anything short of actual cyanide but cyanide just makes him sick like stomach bug sick

He somehow gets a fever,,,,, he has it for like half an hour and paranoia is amazed

Hes in bed,,,,, paranoia makes him soup,,,,,, hes all better and running around again

Paranoias parenting rules:

Dont murder your brothers pls

Do your chores or no snuggle time with ms peregrin

Glitter is always a yes

Insults are fine just make sure you dont overstep and make your brothers insecure

all of them are printed and then the last one is scrawled at the bottom in

If you get sick, tell him immediately bc he will find out and he will be the most obsessive parent to make sure you feel better ASAP

If your pronouns/name/function change, tell him immediately, he'll make sure you dont feel uncomfortable as well as he can

Duke dont put dish soap in honestys baked goods you know he cant digest it

It's a nice system for making chaos but keeping it manageable

They're all printed then the last one's scrawled in glitter gel pen and duke wrote a reply that said (I'm sorry yall dont have as good an immune system as I do)

There was a whole passive aggressive arguement on the bulletin for the next week before it got taken down to make room for dukes art

They eventually started just putting them up over each other and using magnets instead of thumbtacks

The entire bottom portion of the walls are painted in chalkboard paint so theres no unerasable drawing on the walls and the rest of the paint is magnetic so they can hang pieces everywhere

Dukes improving rapidly tho and doesnt like looking at his old art all the time so paranoia holds onto the drawings in several filing cabinets in case he ever wants to do redraws or needs his original prints to make something in the Imagination

also bc,,, sentimental

jus a little

Yeah bc "yes my child draws nothing but blood gore and new animals but hes a creative genius and I love all of his art"

Roman: anxiety I can see why you left

Paranoia: ??? What?? It's spoopy season??

Roman: there was BLOOD on the WALLS

Paranoia, internally: oh!!!! Duke perfected his blood recipe!!!!

Paranoia, externally: how did it taste?

Roman: WHO TASTES THE BLOOD ON THE WALLS?!?!

Paranoia: if it tasted like lemons or citrus you need to stay off of most foods, stick to crackers and broth- don't eat anything heavy until you're sure you wont throw it up

Patton, who was making cereal: ????

Also!!!! @iliveinprocrasti-nation Thanks for helping me flesh this AU out!!!

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aclosetfan · 3 years ago

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To be written ideas: Number 16

Thanks for playing along!! @kayyee also asked for 16!

haha omg I haven't touched #16 in like four years. Okay, don't judge me, but i've got it titled in my outlines folder as "PowerPossible"

The outline's pretty long. i've actually shortened it for you all lol. Please let me know if you want to hear more about this one!! I can talk about it for a while :) Read below the cut for all of it!

this story's the obligatory Human/tmnt/Kim Possible-ish AU. The girls are NOT related and have no powers (in the beginning).

Family dynamics:

BC: Professor and Ms. Keane are her parents, she has a little brother named Ken (ppgz reference ;p). According to BC, Ken is their favorite child. She's just jealous because Ken has more in common with the Professor, who BC truly adores. She and the Professor have trouble relating because she's into sports, he's not. However, the Professor and her are more alike than she knows. Ms. Keane is still a kindergarten teacher and is the reason their family moves to Townsville.

Bubbles: Her parents died when she was young and now, she lives with her grandparents, the Mayors! The Mayor is still the Mayor of Townsville. (btw Im 85% sure that canonically his last name is also Mayor) The Mayor is under HIM's thumb, and when he finally messes up one too many times, HIM has him "taken care of." However, that's like towards the middle (?) of the story. So, in the end, Bubbles only has her grandmother.

Blossom: Two moms! Ms. Bellum and an unidentifiable second mother, who isn’t important (lol). 2nd mother isn't dead or anything, and she's happily married to Ms. Bellum--she's literally just one of those "mentioned in passing characters who are constantly out of town." Ms. Bellum is the Mayor's secretary, which Blossom uses to her advantage.

PLOT

The story starts out with the girls in kindergarten. Bubbles and Blossom are friends because Bubbles is the only person who doesn't think nerdy lil Blossom is annoying/socially awkward/too smart for her own good. Blossom in turn doesn't make fun of Bubbles being a crybaby. Buttercup's kind of a bully, but she's really just mad that her family had to move to Townsville. Ms. Keane (BC's mother) finally has enough of Buttercup's rebellious attitude and makes her sit with Bubbles and Blossom. Together the three girls find themselves in a confusing and troublesome situation: what happened to their class pet Twiggy??? (that hamster in that one episode). They solve the mystery (i.e. Mitch), and Ms. Keane frees Buttercup from the "loser lame-o sissy table." Except Buttercup ends up staying because *spoilers* they become best friends. (and she likes solving mysteries with them)

FASTFORWARD TO HIGHSCHOOL-ISH AGE

The girls are as thick as thieves and have a bad habit of sticking their noses where they don't belong. Blossom's the brains of the operation, Buttercup the muscle, and Bubbles is the obligatory "guyssss you promised we were going to the mall today not solving crime!" (Like Arnold from the Magic School bus who's like "oh please let this be a normal field trip!" And everyone is like "With Bloss and BC?! No Way!")

They've hit a "mystery" dry spell. At this point, none of their "mysteries" have been high stakes. Just petty stuff, but BC wants more. After another bust, she goes home and overhears her father (who's still a high-profile scientist) on the phone talking about the "odd mutant/monster-like" sightings that happened a few days ago in Townsville Central Park. Buttercup takes it as an opportunity to 1) help her dad and win his favor (that she already has smh) and 2) to break the dry spell she and the girls were going through, so they set off to investigate. To protect their identities, the girls essentially "mask up" and by the end of the story are described by the Townsville News as vigilantes.

Eventually, the girls stumble headfirst into Townsville's underbelly and the adults in their lives are all connected. They find that there is in fact a mutant uprising that has an overwhelming connection to the Professor, his ex-lab partner, the Mayor, and a mysterious man only referred to as HIM. And, of course, Chemical-X. X was the once abandoned project of the Professor and his once lab partner Mojo Jojo. It was supposed to be a miracle medicine! Now, in Townsville's underbelly, it's a popular/very dangerous drug/commodity.

At one point in the past, during a fit of rage, Mojo had mutated himself with an unstable vial of the chemical—accidentally--and fleed with the only "perfect" vial. He runs into a sickly man (who becomes HIM) and is conned out of the chemical. HIM takes the chemical and it "cures" him from his disease. It also gives him "superpowers." (NOTE: chemical-x superpowers varies person to person) However, the chemical is also unstable, and now HIM wants (NEEDS) a better formula, one that isn’t tainted (as Mojo still cannot figure out how to make it correctly) and will do anything for it. This is something that HIM believes the Professor can do. So, the Professor is essentially blackmailed into working for HIM (like most everyone who is in a position of power in Townsville). It's an expensive endeavor, so HIM sells the "almost perfect" batches (which in small doses can make a person feel invincible, but is highly addictive) to the crime syndicates. If you take an "almost perfect" version of Chemical-X, you generally need to keep micro-dosing to stay alive or your body starts to fail. (This is why HIM needs that PERFECT version)

Unbeknownst to everyone, The Professor was only ever able to perfect the formula once and it was by complete accident. (the version HIM had gotten was very close to perfect, but not all the way). Even the Professor doesn't know how he did it. (But that's because it wasn't the Professor who had perfected it--the Girls had done it accidentally during a sleepover in middle school (which the ever studious Blossom had recorded in her notebook). The Girls had been playing "scientist."

However, the Professor HAS figured out an Antidote-X. Again results vary. His version works best on the lab rats the original research group had experimented on. Blossom ends up perfecting Antidote-X for humans and the Girls are able to reserve mutations they come across on their "patrols", which pisses HIM off to no end, resulting in a bounty on their head. (He doesn't like the lose in profits)

As more mutants begin to appear and HIM becomes more frustrated at the lack of progress, Townsville becomes a darker place. At the height of this frustration, he kills the Mayor (who was wanting to break ties with HIM b/c of Bubbles' pleading). At that point, the Girls know who HIM is and what he is capable of. Since they have no one of authority to turn to that can stop HIM, they work together to create the perfected chemical-x like they had all those years ago in hopes that they can appease HIM and free the Professor.

The Girls figure out the formula, and in a race to save the City and, most importantly, the Professor, they confront HIM. Because they're kids, they naively think that they can trade the formula for BC's dad. It doesn't end up working out as they planned. In the end, HIM injects BC w/chemical-x (PERFECTED version), and she gains superhuman powers. To keep the ending vague, the Girls end up saving the day ;)

Important Characters the Girls Encounter:

Amoeba Brothers: the brothers are the first failed chemical-x test created by the Professor's research team that did not result in death. They haunt the sewers after they escaped the lab. They are the Girls first encounter with the mutations/mutants running rampant in the City

Gang Green Gang: Delinquents chosen by the City to be injected. Again, the tests failed. Had temporary "powers" but they teetered off quickly and the boys permanently stayed green (weird side-effect)

Bunny: Sad. She is also a failed test, but she is mutated while the Girls are actively investigating the case. She has super strength and was able to break out of the lab. The Girls hunt her down and they end up trying to help her. However, she passes away. This has a lasting effect on the girls.

Sedusa: she's definitely in the story idk how yet. lol. I just really like her as a character.

Princess: For financial support, HIM promised Mr. Morebucks that'd he'd give Princess superpowers like she wanted when the formula is perfected. But she’s mad, impatient, and power-hungry. In the end, sick of HIM's games and the Professors inability to give her what she wants, she injects herself with the chemical. It works for a bit, and HIM's like "holy shit did we do it??" but after a few days, she becomes unstable. (Her death is captured during live television b/c she makes her superhero debut a Whole Thing). Knows Blossom and Bubbles b/c of their parents. Doesn't like them. Doesn't bother to learn BC's name. Just canonically a brat.

The RRB: Adopted by HIM (and Mojo) "out of the goodness of their hearts." (PR stunt). They were really adopted to be test subjects, but HIM ended up liking them more than anticipated, so HIM decided that they'd be injected AFTER chemical-x is perfected. Absolute shit-heads. They can do whatever they want and no one can tell them "no." They cause havoc for the Girls to keep them off HIM's tail. Drive futuristic motorcycles that leave "light trials." Mad that they can't pin down who the Girls are.

#long post #plz read under the cut too #my outlines #outline ask game #where you pick a number between 1-21 and let me talk about fics I want to write #let me know if you want to know more!#like i said I could go on forever about it #i tried giving the short version of my outline lol #I’ll do better next time 😔#it just doesn’t make sense if I don’t give a lot #didn't edit so let me know if I need to explain/correct something #ppg fic outline

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