#He is an extremely disheveled teenager

[f4nrir]

a lovers quarrel

一 pairing; miguel o'harra x male reader

note: I haven't seen any male!reader for him and I am obsessed with this man. anyway, please let me know if y'all like this so I can write more for him. feedback would be appreciated!

cw: nsfw, 18+. angst, angry hate sex, slight dub-con, anal, overstimulation, face slapping, power bottom!reader.

summary: you get into an argument with miguel regarding the situation with miles. you put him in his place. word count: 2.8k

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“Miguel!” was the last thing you remember saying before Miguel had broken into a fit of rage, chasing after Miles like a rabid dog. You sighed and turned around to be met with Gwen, who began to shake her head at what you were about to do. Sometimes it scared you that she could read your mind, it was a comforting feeling yet you knew that this wouldn’t be a good idea. You put on your mask and angled your wrist, shooting out a web as you swung from pole to pole in order to catch up with them both. After you saw them in your line of sight, you jumped down and began to run on both feet, easily catching up with Miguel. He noticed you from his peripheral vision and growled in anger, knowing that meant he was extremely upset. His pace fastened as he knew what you were about to do. However, you were smarter than that and jumped, slamming him down onto the ground to have him let go of the grip he had on Miles. 

“Go Miles, now!” your voice boomed loudly and the teenager looked at you with sorrow yet gratefulness in his eyes. He didn’t take another second to run away, being able to escape Miguel’s wrath. Miguel looked at you with anger and distrust as he watched you let Miles go, thinking you knew better than to side with a boy you barely knew. He felt as if the relationship you two had built meant nothing to you as you were able to betray him without hesitance, no regard as to how he’d feel. That you didn’t think before acting and now he lost control, he lost power in a situation. 

He took off his mask, being met with his disheveled hair and blood-red eyes. “Why would you do that!” he yelled, gripping tightly onto his mask. You have never seen him so angry before and you took off your own, looking him in the eye as he spoke. “You betrayed me. We were supposed to work together, we are a team! How could you be so stupid!” his words felt like venom, making your blood boil with each word that came out of his mouth. Then you did the unthinkable, “How could YOU be so stupid?” you heard loud gasps from the crowd that surrounded you both and Gwen caught up with you, landing on both feet beside you. 

You grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling his face closer to yours. “What is wrong with you? Miles is a teenager, Miguel, this isn’t some kid you can just slam into the ground! Did you ever think about his side of the story? Did you give him time to speak!?” you yelled right in his face, anger building up within him. 

“He is a threat to us. Don’t you remember what happened with Dr. Strange and that little nerd on Earth-199999?? Do you want that happening to us?” he growled in a low voice, his face just inches away from you and his hot breath ran a chill down your spine. 

“Give him a chance, Miguel. You don’t know him—“ he cut you off, “and YOU DO? Of course, you’re using emotions rather than knowledge. typical you huh? stupid and empathetic.” Those words felt like a stab to the heart and Miguel was the wielder, twisting it with all his might. 

Gwen glared up at him and sneered, gently rubbing your back as you stepped away from him. “How fucking dare you, Miguel.” you didn’t give him time to respond as you walked away with Gwen before swinging together in synchrony, hoping that there was still time to catch up with Miles. 

Peter walked up behind him and Miguel looked down in shame, realizing the words that he said were extremely disrespectful. “What the fuck was that dude?” Peter asked and Miguel shook his head, putting his hand out to make him stop. 

“Everyone, just... don’t chase after them, I’ll take care of it myself,” he then walked away in the opposite direction, making his way toward the headquarters as everyone went back to what they were doing. 

Miles wasn’t too up ahead as you realized that he heard your fight, feeling guilty that he had heard the exchange of words between you both. The three of you sat down by a nearby ledge, watching your legs as they swung against the cold airy breeze. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d cause this big of a mess,” Miles’ head hung low and you pat his shoulder, gently squeezing it. 

“It’s okay, kiddo. I know you’ve only been here for a few days but I know you mean well. Miguel’s just.. uh.. protective. The alteration in Dr. Strange’s world caused massive destruction and would refuse to let that happen here too.” you let out a deep sigh and toyed with your web shooter, unable to stay still. The words echoed in your mind and you felt as if you were weak to give this boy a chance. Gwen leaned her head against your shoulder and you smiled at her, grateful for the relationship you both have developed. You were like an older brother figure to her as you helped guide her for the last several months, never leaving her side as she did the same for you. 

“You didn’t deserve that though. Miguel can be pretty irritable, although I understand he has a lot of stress on his shoulders but he should never speak to someone like that,” Gwen spoke with disappointment in her voice and Miles hummed in agreement, knowing that was wrong for him to do. 

“It’s... okay, I understand why. I’ll just talk to him and I’ll let you guys know alright? Don’t worry about it.” you flashed them both a smile and they nodded in response as you jumped off the ledge you sat at, making both of them gasp in surprise. Gwen was about to go after you until Miles stopped her, knowing that you'd catch yourself. You swung from building to building as your loud “woo’s!” could be heard all throughout the lobby. The pair exhaled in relief, watching you disappear from their sight.

You arrived home and you sighed to yourself before you opened the door to your shared home. “Miguel?” you called out as you noticed faint noises coming from one of the rooms, either Miguel was home or he left the television on again even though you’ve reminded him numerous times not to leave it on. You made your way to your bedroom and saw your boyfriend sitting there with his arms crossed, eyes focused on the television. You glanced over at it, realizing he was just watching one of his telenovela series. 

“You really aren't gonna talk to me?” you asked, clear bitterness in your voice. Miguel snickered, as he turned off the tv and faced you. 

“Why should I apologize? You betrayed me.” You ruffled up your hair in frustration, raising your balled-up fist in the air before settling it down. 

“You just never learn. Talk to me when you want to be mature.“ you turned around to exit the room, however, he caught you off guard as he shot his web in one swift motion, trapping you in here with him. The web landed on the door knob and you groaned, realizing you’d have to clean it up later as Miguel’s webs were incredibly sticky and durable. It was reliable in certain circumstances and you hated it in others. Turning around once again, you faced Miguel with a defeated look. 

“What do you want?” you asked as you attempted to make your way to your closet but was stopped by a strong force. Miguel grabbed your wrist and threw you onto the mattress, hovering above you.

Miguel didn’t speak as he let his actions do it all for him. He pinned you down underneath him as he placed kisses on your neck, digging his sharp fangs into your skin. You yelped and gripped onto his shoulders, attempting to get him off of you but realize you were at a disadvantage. 

“Get off m..me-“ he cut you off by pressing his lips against yours, pulling you into a rough yet lustful kiss. You moaned against him as your hands found their way into his hair, your fingers tangling in his locks. You tugged ever so roughly, emitting a moan from the other. He began to grind against you, your bulge growing as the minutes passed. You hissed at the contact as you grew more sensitive to your cocks frotting against each other. 

Miguel pulled away, desperately taking off his clothes, and urged you to do the same thing. You sat up slightly and tampered with your suit, managing to get it off within a timely manner. He pulled you into another kiss, but you had an advantage this time. You flipped both of you over, pinning him below you as you straddled his lap. 

“I hated how you talked to me today,” you whispered in his ear, as there was venom in your tongue with how you enunciated your words. You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look up at you. Miguel looked at you with lustful and slutty eyes, practically begging to be fucked.

“I’m sor—“ You slapped his cheek, leaving a bright red handprint on his face. “Are you really sorry, Miguel?” 

“Y..yes, sir I’m s-“ another hit, and you noticed him flinch in surprise. “Sorry, didn’t hear you loud enough. What did you say?”

“I’m sorry!” he exclaimed, having a slight tone in his voice. You always knew how to put Miguel in his place; this was one of the easiest ways to weaken him. Although you felt a bit bad, you knew he enjoyed it as he reassured you numerous times it is okay to do that to him.  

“That’s a good boy.. that’s all you had to do,” you placed a kiss on his temple, and to his surprise, you grabbed his hair and made him look at you. 

“Here’s what we’re going to do... I’m going to please myself and use you. Got it?” Miguel whined and you let out a laugh, shaking your head at his response. 

“How pathetic. Only if everyone knew how much of a whore you are,” you looked over at your nightstand and grabbed the lube, lathering up his cock as you hover over it. Miguel winced at the temperature of the liquid but settled down right as you began touching him, quickly taking away that privilege and he bucked his hips up in the air. 

You wrapped your hand around his neck, squeezing lightly at first on the sides. Miguel moaned, being caught off guard by your sudden movement. He let out a cough as you squeezed once again, but harder this time. “No touching.” you sternly ordered and he scoffed in response. Miguel then grabbed your waist and lined himself up against you, attempting to thrust inside of you in one go. You felt the tip of his head enter you and you gasped, before turning your attention back to him. You grabbed both of his arms and cuffed his wrists to the bed posts, thanking your lucky stars that you didn’t put it away the previous night. 

“You disgusting pervert,” you leaned back and slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, moaning out loud as it stretched you out from all over. Miguel’s hips began shaking as you began to move, keeping a steady slow pace of riding. 

“ ¡a..ah mi vida, lo siento. por favor más rapido, mas rapido- agh!” he whined into the atmosphere of your bedroom, feeling the air become humid as the room filled up with the scent of sex. 

“No, vete a la mierda. Tú te hiciste esto Miguel..” you growled in his ear and tears began to well up in his eyes, only laughing in his face as you quickened your pace. 

"F—fuck, Miguel..” you threw your head back as you moaned out his name proudly, earning a louder sound from him. Miguel was a mess underneath you as his legs began shaking even further, knowing that meant his orgasm was coming soon. You continued to quicken your pace, feeling your own legs tremble and the warm feeling into your stomach pool within. 

You placed your palms against his chest as you rode out your climax, painting it all over his stomach. Miguel cried as he reached his own and came inside of you, continuing your pace from before.

“Please! s—stop, I’m sorry, please. mi amor, por— agh!” he begged for you like a pathetic dog as you felt him melt underneath you, giving into submission. You smirked down at him as his eyelids fluttered open, his expression looking dazed. 

You got off of him and he mumbled thank you under his breath, desperately bucking his hips into the air. 

“I’m not done with you yet, Miguel” his eyes widened as you used the cum from your orgasm to pump your cock, using it as your own lube. You got in between his legs and he tried to kick away from you but you pinned both of his legs down. “Careful. You might end up torturing yourself even further,” you then lined yourself up against him and wasted no time thrusting inside of him in one go. Miguel yelled out your name, begging for you to stop but you knew it was just one of his antics. He knew your safe word, although he’s never had to use it. He knew he was safe with you but disliked the process of getting punished. 

You looked down on him from above and Miguel continues to scream out your name, feeling completely ruined and used as you showed no mercy in fucking him. 

“You wanna apologize to me one more time, hm?” you grabbed his face and he nodded his head frantically, slurring “I’m sorry” under his breath as he felt overstimulated. “I’m sorry, please I’m so sorry. I should’ve never yelled at y..you— I should’ve been kinder, please—“ he pleaded and you tilted your head, “please what?”

“S.. stop, please..” he whined and threw his head back as you continued to slam into him, hitting his prostate over and over again. Miguel clutched into your back, dragging his nails across your skin and muscles. You winced at the pain, knowing his sharp claws would leave scars on your skin once it’s healed. 

“You don’t want to stop, don’t you? You like feeling like this,” you then took him in your hand, pressing your thumb against the head of his cock. 

“Fuck! I.. I can’t, oh god it’s too much—“ he cried and you fastened your pace, now rubbing his slit. Miguel began to sob out in overstimulation as you jerked him off, refusing to pull your hand away.

“I need to.. cum.. please sir let me— Please I’ll be good, I won’t speak to you like that again. Please sir, plea— Agh!” your thrusts became lazy but each slam was rough and hard as you got yourself ready for your orgasm. 

“Do it with me, Miguel” you murmured under your breath as you both moaned out loud together, coming undone at the same time. You stayed inside him for a few more seconds, almost up to a minute as you wanted every drop to stay inside him. 

“You did so good, my sweet boy,” you pressed a soft kiss on his forehead and he panted, arching his back in response.

You pulled out of him, watching your cum leak out of his stretched-out hole. You groaned, noticing your dick was still hard but did not want to continue as you noticed he was dazed from it all. You took him off the handcuffs and kissed his wrists, rubbing them gently with your hands as they looked red and sore. Miguel smiled at you, peppering your hands with soft kisses. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that,” he gently grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. You placed a kiss on his thumb and you took his hand, pressing his palm against your cheek. 

“You’re okay, cariño. I’m sorry too— I should’ve not been rude or quick to de-“ Miguel hushed you, placing a finger against your lips. You blushed, as you looked at his veiny calloused hands. 

“Not your fault. I’m sorry, I should’ve been easier on Miles,” He smiled at you, but took no time to grab your jaw to make you look at him. You squirmed in his touch, trying to break out of it. Miguel then towered over you, pinning you down onto your back and he took your cock in his hand. 

“Since you’ve had fun, it’s my turn,” he smirked and dug his fangs into your neck, drawing blood with his bite. You bucked your hips up against him, earning a low chuckle from the other. 

It was going to be a long night.

[yurinaa-world]

PLEASE DO A GOJO MEMORIAL POST 🙏🙏🙏🙏ANS SOME HEADCANNON PLS ASWELL TO MEMORIALIZE OUR KING 🕊️🕊️

GOJO MEMORIAL POST

Characters: Gojo x Gender-Neutral Reader

Synopsis: enemies to lovers headcanons of teenage gojo.

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes, not proof-reading angst to comfort, mentions of geto leaving, not writing for jjk!

Notes: took me 50 years to finish this but I did it :)) btw I'm just writing this because my friend was begging me. I'm not writing for JJK right now might change way later in the future. this is just going to go into my specials

𝒯𝑒𝑒𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒! 𝒮𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓊 𝒢𝑜𝒿𝑜

Teenage Gojo! Jumps at the chance to bother you; what are you busy with? well, not busy enough for him not to bother you. You always try to not give Gojo a reaction; if you're lucky, he’ll get bored and go harass someone else.

Teenage Gojo! That barges into your mission: takes all of the attention and puts it on himself, making it worse for you since the infamous Satoru Gojo from the Gojo clan is here.

Teenage Gojo!  Getting pouty and being all dramatic when you end up getting extremely mad at him, like how dare he just barge in the middle of your mission when he shouldn’t even be there? It's so frustrating now that you have to take care of him and his whiny self, asking for attention.

Teenage Gojo! Getting confused: why haven’t you shown up at school already?

Teenage Gojo! Trying to get your forgiveness by sending you loads of gifts as an apology, he’s really sorry, okay? There he said it. Please take him back, or he’ll sulk at the front door of your dorm!

Teenage Gojo! Who denies even liking you when Geto and Shoko ask? But from the evidence of him going out of his way to talk to you and giving you a gift, it’s hard to believe otherwise.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Teenage Gojo! Isn’t obsessed with you? Of course everyone would believe otherwise. You're fun to mess with, especially when you get mad. You look hot when you're mad or whenever you yell at him, your arms crossed and brows furrowed, with a glare in your eyes that would make anyone fall to their knees, even him.

Teenage Gojo! Is it more delusional to say that he doesn’t like you than to make up fake scenarios of you and him in his head, like what if you start dating each other? Once it slipped out, Goo and Shoko heard about his thoughts.

Geto and Shoko tease him, Teenage Gojo! Maybe he likes you; his heart beats so loudly around you; whenever he gets you mad, he asks for forgiveness; gives you really expensive gifts; and always wants to be around you.

Once Teenage Gojo! accepts his crush on you, it just gets worse for you, always dragging you to places like the beach or the amusement park. Worse comes to worse when he starts to flirt with you, telling you to pick up lines or calling by some weird variation of your name.

You like him well, just a little. He's a little cute, but it's just ruined by his ugly and annoying personality. If he found that out, he would never let you live it down!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Teenage Gojo! Wasn’t okay after Geto had left; he stopped talking to everyone and even stopped bothering you—no calls, no showing up at your front door, and making himself home in your house. Nothing, which made you, for the first time, go to him and comfort him.

Seeing him in such a disheveled state that his hair was in, those black glasses didn’t cover his eyes, but he was without them; they were pink, and nothing but silence. He couldn’t say anything since you already knew what happened to everybody else.

Teenage Gojo! Who immediately grabbed you and hugged you tightly, face first into your chest? You felt wet tears from Gojo on your chest; you caressed his hair, and you stayed there in silence.

That’s how you spent the next couple of days with each other, as you sort of took care of him.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Gojo's whole room was clean and quiet, which gave you an eerie feeling. You were in the small kitchen, making soup for Gojo, while he was in the room under the covers of his bed, just lying there in silence.

Looking at him made you sympathetic to him. You might not have liked him, but you didn’t want to see him in this state.

When the hot soup is finished, go over to the drawer, grab the metal ladle, the glass soup bowl, and the little spoon with the tray; put the bowl to the side, take the ladle, and stir around the soup before pouring it into the small bowl.

Putting the soup-filled bowl onto the tray and taking it to Gojo's room, where he was lying under the covers.

Putting the tray onto the side table beside the bed, "Gojo,” you whisper, gently shaking him, which makes him get out from under the covers, his eyes still swollen.

"I made you soup.” You grabbed the soup and put it in front of him. He hadn’t been eating for a bit now. "No, but are you going to eat this?" Taking the spoon, stirring the soup before scooping it up, blowing it, and holding the spoon in front of his mouth

He looked at you with those tired blue eyes before finally drinking the soup, and immediately sticking out his tongue, “You’re a terrible cook,” he dramatically gagged, “I’m not.” “So are!” Gojo retorted back, making you blush in embarrassment.

“I was trying my best since I was worried.” You looked sideways, and he just went silent before moving the soup to the backside table and dragging you into bed with him, basically on top of him.

“Comfort me like this and not with your terrible cooking,” he laughs. “You! I’m fine at cooking!” You banter with each other like you used to, but you're not complaining. It was better than the sad, pitiful sight of Gojo you had seen before.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Note: That's all I could come up with :P

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[11rosebunny]

┆彡 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

Chapter one

HAJIME UMEMIYA X READER

It was extremely out of place to see an unconscious boy around your age. Anyone would have to be a fool to deny that it was more than odd and horrifying to see an unconscious body.

You felt your back start to sweat, it would be scum of you to leave a person that's unconscious to the hurt of this world. It was still fairly bright outside so you questioned how this person even ended up like this in the first place.

But still, you couldn't leave him there.

Upon walking into shadowed area, you felt a stench of nervousness beginning to find it's way to inflict worry in your brain. The senseless body before didn't move a muscle as you began approaching the lifeless boy.

As you got closer, you took note of his features; a lanky-tall body, wispy long hair that fell to his shoulders, and sharp features amongst his eyes and long nose. He gave the image of a first-year.

'He's extremely lean, even so, I can still see few of his muscles point out...' Your mind lingered away as you scanned his body up and down.

You crouched down and placed your shoulder bag on the ground as you put your hand on the boy's arm. You pushed his body gently to make him lay on his back, doing so, his eyebrows and eyes began to twitch.

The look on his face made you panic.

Backing away in a flash, you stumbled a few steps behind as you watched the boy emerge from his slumber. Now you felt it.

The feeling of an itching sensation of gaudiness began to light fire in your head. You felt like running, but to your surprise, you swallowed a thick load of saliva and stood your ground.

"Aah—" You stuttered. Your eyes continuously blinked at the image of the navy-haired male slowly erupting from his lifeless body to a now annoyed sensation.

It wasn't like you—to be found in a hectic situation like this. Could you even call it hectic? Probably not but still, this whole circumstance was able to turn all your gears to spin at an extremely fast rate.

The boy sat up, clutching the side of his head in pain with angered eyes. You heard him hiss when he felt the droplets of blood escaping from the thin layer of skin.

"Um..." Your voice was barely a whisper but the teenager in front of you caught your presence. He stared back at you with that same scowl but once he took a good look at you, it soften to a look of confusion.

Your body jolted at the harsh stare he shot you. He ultimately took notice of your jumpiness but seemed to not have cared. He stayed silent and only remained looking at you.

"...Do you need help?" You asked inquisitively.

He blinked at your offer.

"No."

A gut wrenching silence engulfs the two of you. You knew he was faking his toughness and he knew you saw right through him.

You blinked right back at him.

Your eyes travelled across his figure again. The multiple scratches and wounds on his face, the rips on his white shirt, dirtied up hands, and disheveled hair made you narrow your brows in confusion. Was he being serious?

Your stare on his face eventually made him look away with a tint of blush hiding on his cheeks in defeat.

"...Yes."

After helping up the tardy teenage boy, you found yourself walking with him to the nearest convenience store when he had told you he needed to buy treatments for wounds. After having a short conversation with him, you learned that his name was Kyotaro Sugishita. And indeed, he was first-year as you assumed. He learned that you attended the High school down from Furin and you were a third-year student.

You immediately recognized the famous Furin uniform that he wore. The High school was not too far from the one you attended and you even came across some fables of the delinquents serving justice for your town's sake. Even so, you couldn't be bothered to keep up with the school's stories they kept making.

"Don't speak much either?" You spoke softly as the two of you left the convenience store. Throughout your first instance with this random guy, you quickly came into terms he was quiet, stubborn, and funky; in the way he walked.

You held rolls of bandages and antiseptic wound cleaners in your arms while staring at the boy from the corner of your eyes. For some reason, you didn't feel as nervous when speaking to him, especially the fact that this was the first time you two met, you liked the way his personality was almost to the equivalent of yours.

He looked back at you with a blank expression and nods.

You hum.

"I need to go back to Furin." He says.

You raised your brows at the unexpected reply. "But your wounds..." Your voice barely came out as a whisper.

This time he looked at you from the corner of his eyes.

"...Come with me then."

Your mouth gaped at the sudden invite, "Is that really okay? I don't even attend the sch—"

"Come."

You stood in front of the graffitied High school in shambles, if you weren't feeling scared earlier, you were now beyond terrified to enter the school. It never really clicked in your head that a school of delinquents that focused on fighting would have a normal building. You've never come across the school till now and the moment you were able to witness the sheer size of it, it sent you off to another planet.

The sight of four floors and a rooftop was more than intimidating along with the excessive amounts of vandalism and green vines that grew over the walls in the cracks of the building. You took notice of the numerous roots that emerged from the top of the school accompanied by the random sprouts of bushes.

Sugishita continued walking forward up the steps to the doors and momentarily pushed them open and waited for you to come in.

You could practically feel your heart beating out of your chest upon entering the front doors. You thought the insides would be more nicer.

It surely was not.

"Uh, Sugishita is this really—" Before you could even speak on further, the tall-lanky boy began to walk towards the stairs without much thought. You hesitated to follow before running after him.

You convinced yourself to be lucky that school had ended about an hour ago, so luckily, Furin seemed to be empty each time you commenced to another floor. The stairs were echoey and had an ominous feeling as you soon realized the arts of graffiti continued to every single wall.

He was silent the entire time, the both of you probably exchanged a max of ten words by the time you made it to your destination.

By now, your hands and body were extremely sweaty. You could feel your heart jumping out of your chest when his long arms reached for the metal doors and pushed them open allowing the blazing sun beat down on your face when the both of you entered the roof.

From where you stood, the rooftop of Furin was something much more different than you had imagined.

Instead of the horrendous amount of graffiti scattered everywhere, it was rather kept clean and you soon realized where the roots had come from.

As you stepped onto the roof, your eyes stared in amazement at the widowed tree that grew at the top of the school and managed to adapt it's roots to grow against the concrete walls.

"Hey!! Sugishita you made it!" A cherry voice called out loud.

Your head shot back at where Kyotaro had brought you.

He never mentioned he would be bringing you to new people.

Your eyes widened at the sight of three other high school boys around his age.

'Ahh...' You mentally began to cry in your head as an image of yourself with fake tears crowded your thoughts. 'It's over for me...'

The three boys were sitting under a shed that had vines all over it, in the middle stood a wooden square bench with four plank seats on each side.

"Oh? And it seems like he brought a girl?" The boy with an eye-patch commented when he noticed your presence.

Approaching the table, your nerves couldn't handle the amount of thoughts that kept spewing from your head when you stood stupidly beside Sugishita. On the other hand, he looked almost bored.

That's when you noticed each of them were equally all roughed up like he was.

"Who're you?" The guy in the middle said. You took note of his oddly coloured black and white hair and golden eyes.

You cursed at Sugishita for not telling you in advance he was bringing you to other people you didn't know of.

As you approached the table awkwardly, you placed down the numerous rolls of bandages and liquids of hydrogen peroxide, antiseptics, medical tape, and padding wounds.

The navy-haired boy sat at the table right away and didn't even bother to introduce you to the others as you stood there awkwardly.

Thankfully, the other three were more interested about your presence.

"I've never seen you before..." A boy with bright blonde hair looked at you curiously. Looking at his face, scratches and wounds were found all over his arms and neck. From the sidelines, the lanky boy began to fiddle with the treatments he had paid for but made you carry.

"Perhaps you are Sugishita's girlfriend?" The one with the eyepatch said. You failed to notice how the one with the black and white hair jumped at his accusation. While the boy in the question didn't even bat an eye.

"Er— No..." You said awkwardly looking away.

"I apologize for intruding..." You bowed your head slightly making the three look at each other weirdly.

They returned your gaze back to you and completely ignored the way the navy-haired male was struggling to figure out how to clean up his own wounds.

"There's no need to apologize."

"Right, we were just curious on who you were. We've never seen you is all!"

"G..girl...friend?"

You began to mumble when your eyes winced at the way the first-year boy broke the cap of the antiseptic bottle causing the three of them to turn their attention to his. The liquid began to spill making the blonde one out of the three whine at him.

The one with the eye patch sighed at the wasted cleanser while the black and white haired boy began to insult hm.

You didn't know why you were still there.

"[Name] right?" Nirei shut one of his eyes as you held one of the cotton pads to the side of his cheek after cleaning it with hydrogen peroxide.

You hummed in agreement. After offering to help the four of them, each of you introduced yourself to one another. You soon realized that this group of boys were in the same class as Sugishita and had been on patrol earlier leading up to the state they were in. But still, you were wondering why Sugishita was found unconscious in the middle of a random alleyway when you stumbled across him.

"Yes?" You questioned back plainly before taking a piece of the medical tape and placing it on the cotton pad.

"[Name] huh..." He repeated again as you turned away to treat Sakura's wound on the tip of his right brow.

He jumped when you got close to him.

"That's weird, I've never heard about you before...." Nirei continued looking up at the ceiling of the shed. Suo smiled.

"Is it because you don't do well with women?" He chimed in with a kind grin.

"What! No!"

You remained silent the entire time, not feeling as imitated as before once you learned that they were also first-years. Compared to you, being a third-year had it's many perks.

"Say [Name], what school do you go to?" The blonde-haired boy asked as Sakura stared back at you with wide eyes and a red face as you began dabbing the cotton ball of cleanser on his dry bloodied wound.

"Hikari High."

The other three listened inquisitively.

You focused on Sakura after answering Nirei's question. One thing you knew right away, the boy you were dealing with now was the most difficult of them all. You were able to clean up Sugishita, Suo, and Nirei's most prominent wounds with very little trouble but as soon as you got to the black and white-haired boy, you could tell he was more nervous than you've probably ever been, and he did a terrible job at hiding that.

"Please stop moving." You warned him removing the cotton ball away, "I don't want to accidentally hurt you."

His eyes shot away from yours, "I-I'm not moving!"

"Yes you are." Suo objected.

"SHUT IT!"

There were very few times where you would be annoyed, somehow, this was one of the very few times. A small sigh of irritation left your lips when you stood up and walked behind him as a last resort. The others questioned what you were doing until your hands reached over his body and you began to treat his wounds from there.

"Is this better?" You asked.

You somehow made it worse.

"Y-yes!" He yelled loudly making everyone snicker at his reaction.

The atmosphere the four of them perceived was easygoing. You didn't even notice the way you quickly grew comfortable to their company which you usually do not see yourself doing. It was supposed to be another bland day of school as nothing big never goes on in your life. It was the first time you felt something remotely interest happen to you and seeing that you found yourself in the most infamous High school of where you lived, nobody would have believed that someone like you managed to climb your way up here.

They continued to converse with each other as you continued cleaning on Sakura's wounds, mostly Nirei, Suo, and Sakura since you learned Sugishita fell into the categories of the less talkative people. They didn't mind that it was mostly them speaking. They quickly learned you were possibly shy coming across newer people.

Having been so caught up with the new group of people you met, the sounds of the metallic doors opening caused you to jump on spot.

All of your attentions were not directed towards where the sound came from, to your disbelief, a pair of two older guys walked in and turned to where you stood.

The strange strands of grey hair flowed gently in the wind when his eyes met with the group of people already at the rooftop before him. He hadn't noticed the the display of people upon entering at first, too caught up on his thoughts of worry and concern and so the moment he came across an unfamiliar feminine face, his ocean blue eyes stared back into yours with a hint of curiosity completely forgetting about the others that he originally came to see.

You stared back at him in shock, already taking note of how much matured he looked. Well defined features, bulky muscles, and sharp features on his face made you realize he was someone about your age now. You couldn't see him in detail due to the distance that separated the both you, but when he realized he had been caught in a gaze in the depths of your eyes, he failed to shake out of it as curiosity began to shape in his head.

'Who is she?'

Chapter two

[httpsobi]

YOU...YOU CAN DO THAT? “a green lantern x team"

WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, they/them (gender neutral) reader addressed as green lantern (the creative streak continues), no beta we die like jason todd, canon-typical violence (not heavily detailed).

A/N + for @noom147 , thank you for your request! i lost the ask (AGAIN) because i can't post from where i am rn and tried to be smart about it (AGAINN) so yeah. i hope you enjoy it despite the fact that it was written at the ass crack of dawn and i was DEFINITELY not falling asleep ❤️. anyways enough yapping, ENJOYYYYY.

REQUEST + "TBA"

ROB & KF What's worse than one idiot walking into the headquarters of a cult that's known for offering human sacrifices to their weird leader?

Two idiots walking into the headquarters of a cult that's known for offering human sacrifices to their weird leader.

And for turning his/her/their back on the two idiots for just 10 seconds- Green Lantern might just be the biggest idiot of all.

He/she/they are sprinting down the dingy halls of the old temple, deaf to all other sounds other than the weird speech some old guy is giving (and their raging heartbeat).

The speech started off as nothing more than a faint murmur, like your next-door neighbour’s TV that you can just make out; but as he/she/they dash towards the room at the end of the hall (shoving their way through whatever random members straggle along the halls) it's getting louder and louder.

Behind the closed door, an undercover Robin and Kid Flash are trapped inside a glass box (that looks nothing short of a Jigsaw trap), staring at the old man who’s back is turned to them.

"But do not fret." The man sighs wistfully, turning on his heels to approach the glass box currently holding Robin and Kid Flash. He takes a second to take them in, before he’s turning to the console on his right and pressing a button.

With a soft click, water starts rushing up from the cracks of the floor under their feet.

"Your sacrifice will not be in vain."

Yet before Robin and Kid Flash can even start to panic, the doors are swinging open, and a (extremely dishevelled) undercover Green Lantern is marching towards the cultists with a glowing bat in their hands.

The cultist turns around, nearly jumping out of his skin at the teenager with the glowing bat being swung over his/her/their shoulder.

"How did you-!"

Thunk!

The pair blink at the heaving Green Lantern.

He/she/they are too busy staring down at the unconscious man to make sure he stays down, all while catching his/her/their breath. The energy used to construct the bat slowly starts to disintegrate in his/her/their hands.

KF whistles, and that seems to get him/her/them out of his/her/their trance and moving up to the console to press a couple buttons.

A couple clicks later, and the water starts draining itself, and the ceiling of the box lifts open, and that's all it takes for Green Lantern to hunch over the console to continue catching his/her/their breath.

"Now we know if we ever need a batter-" Robin starts.

"Shut the fuck up." He/she/they wheeze, glaring at the two boys who've finally made their way out the box.

"I... have never... in my life... ever ran that fast... all... because of you... idiots."

Kid Flash blinks at them. "...At least you have a great swing."

"Shut it."

AQ, MG & SUP "M'gann!"

Green Lantern can hear Superboy's voice echo across the warehouse, and the worry in his call is enough to send him/her/them flying towards them, noting the heat radiating from their side of the warehouse as he/she/they approach.

"Is she okay?" Green Lantern yells, dropping down from the air to meet them.

Miss Martian's out cold in Superboy's arms, sweat lining her brow and she's frowning even in her unconscious state. Aqualad's not doing much better either, sat against the wall and his breathing's laboured as he looks up at him/her/them with an unfocused look.

"Miss Martian and I are at our limits- the heat is far too much for us." He mutters as Green Lantern's pulling him to his feet.

"I can't blame you- why is it so hot here anyway?"

There's a sudden sound of metal, and the two standing members are whipping around to stare at a dishevelled, angry mobster who's staring them down with a wide grin.

In his hands, is possible the largest flamethrower he/she/they have ever seen.

"That'll do it."

He's got them cornered, and with one member down and their leader following suit, there's not much they can do.

"I got this." Superboy growls, about to set Miss Martian down before Green Lantern's taking a step away from the group and towards the mobster.

"Screw that- get behind me!"

Green Lantern is bracing him/her/themselves, his/her/their right fist extended and his/her/their left hand at their wrist to support his/her/their arm up as the crazed gangster cocks the oversized flamethrower onto his hip.

He/she/they can see the coil in the barrel of the flamethrower burn a bright orange just before-

...

There's a horrible smell of burnt metal and the sudden silence in the warehouse, and by the large cloud of blackened smoke, the man drops his weapon with a satisfied hum.

But just as he's about to turn around, the smoke clears, and his smile drops.

A green bubble surrounds the four teens, and he can just make out Green Lantern's smirk past the blinding glow of his/her/their ring.

ART

"Crap." Artemis mumbles to herself, looking over her shoulder to her suddenly empty quiver.

Damn-it, she could've sworn she still had at least 5 more left-

She yelps as a large crystal shard lands a hair past her ear, and she's frantically ducking down and crawling towards a nearby truck.

Reaching a hand to her in-ear, she's finds herself with no choice but to call for help.

"I need-!"

Artemis finds herself blinking at Green Lantern, who's staring back at her from where he/she/they are floating in the air.

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

"Was passing through the area when I heard reports of Icicle Jr attacking. Figured I'd check it out." Green Lantern shrugs. "Need help?"

"Something like that." She sighs. "I'm out of arrows."

Green Lantern tilts his/her/their head at her.

"You're out? Already?"

"Yeah." Artemis grumbles from where she's crouched, "I could've sworn I had more-"

"Don't worry, I got this." Green Lantern smiles brightly, offering her a thumbs up.

...

"Don't tell me you chickened out already!" Icicle Jr. laughs, making his way down the now empty street. "I was just starting to have fun."

"Hey you!"

Icicle Jr whips around, immediately throwing out a shard that Green Lantern blocks easily with an easy wall construct. As he/she/they drop the construct and lets the ice crash to the floor, the two stare each other down for a moment.

"Who the hell are you?" The criminal frowns, tilting his head at the flying teen. "Ain't never seen you 'round here before. Didn't realise even the Lanterns have a sidekick."

He/she/they smile at him, but it's not the cheery, light-hearted smile that Artemis got.

No, it's a smile that has her shivering slightly from where she's hiding- the customer service smile that a cashier gives when they're a second away from jumping across the counter and bash someone's head in.

Artemis is only proving right when his/her/their ring starts to glow, and she watches as what looks like a literal (not actually- it's still made from energy) bazooka assembles in his/her/their hands. Its weight is heavy, evident by the fact that they drop slightly in the air as they place it over their shoulder, and its clear even Icicle Jr. is unsettled.

"Because they don't have a sidekick." He/she/they explain with that creepy smile still painted on their face.

"I'm just the cool one."

all work n' writing is work of @httpsobi. i ask you please do not copy, rewrite, translate or post on other platforms without my consent.

[pink-key]

Hitblade (rewrite)

A young girl in her mid 20s stood leaning against the wall of the house and watched the youth in front of her, occasionally smoking her cigarette. The youth was a group of pranksters trying to replicate the tricks they saw in videos on the Internet. These teenagers should have grown out of the parkour phase a long time ago, but this entertainment allowed them to forget their family life and spill out their pent-up resentment. Their troubled upbringing is what united their gang, as normal people couldn’t understand them. The leader of the group, Mark, was a slightly overweight blondie, with an attention catching patch on his face. He had a wide smile as his perky voice commanded the group. He noticed the girl and energetically waved his arms as he called out for the girl.

“Sofia, check this out! Come on, scaredy-Tom!”

He pushed his comrade standing next to him, ordering him something. He hesitated until he got a slap on the back of the head. The wimpy boy nervously, and with great uncertainty, stood on the edge of the garage roof. He bent his knees and quickly did a forward somersault, landing on his feet on the ground with a stumble at the end.

Sofia looked with regret at his friend, who was happy that he did not break his neck. strongly patted Tom on the back, making the poor guy lose his balance, grabbing onto a nearby curb. Mark always made her worry, he was a born leader, but his extremely cruel family life with constant beatings made him cruel towards the world.

“Oli-dolly, bring us some snacks, you’ll break your limbs anyway if you tried the same thing”.

Glancing towards who he was addressing, she saw a teenager with disheveled black hair, a relaxed posture as he moved side to side. His rollerblades quiet against the ground. There was barely any sympathy between Oli and Mark, and Mark made it obvious with his actions. Since Oli never took his rollerblades off, Mark only saw him as the perfect person to steal food from vendors or other sellers for the group.He was always silent and often obeyed Mark, his clear opposite. Despite his modest nature, his slightly torn and shabby clothes still hinted treacherously that he, too, had gotten into fights or endured bullying from the leader of their gang. The skater smoothly rolled towards Mark with a bag of various sweets, holding it out to him. Oli was quiet, calm and composed, with his gaze infuriating Mark, and he grabbed him by the collar, hissing threats through his teeth.

“Mark, he didn’t provoke you. Oliver deeply apologized to you before, remember? He's good underneath, and values your friendship a lot!” 

Sofia put out her cigarette and walked toward the teenagers. She was always afraid that Mark would become a petty criminal, or worse, a murderer in the future; he often beat other boys to a pulp if she didn’t interfere.

Sofia muttered worriedly, carefully placing her hand on Mark’s shoulder, who shuddered and twitched, moving away from her touch.

“We all know what a freak he is, inside and out! He deserves to be treated this way!-”

The angered boy pointed at his plastered cheek, shaking.

“And overall, he should worship me! Stupid vegan.”

Mark barked irritably, his rage-filled eyes darting between her and the silent boy that was still in his grasp. Sofia sighed and wanted to respond, but the sound of her phone ringing silenced her. She pulled out the device, reading the caller ID before answering.

She answered the call in a saccharine tone.

“Yes, sweet honeybun? Do you want to meet today? Yes, okay, let's go, same spot, same time”.

Mark and Oli, nearly forgetting their conflict, stared at her with disgust. Oli’s disgusted look quickly turned furious as he roughly, and unexpectedly, pushed his opponent’s hand away. Mark, snapping his head over to look at him in surprise, decided to drop the ‘fight’. Choosing to chew on the sweets that were given.

…

Sofia quickly ran home to get ready. She was lucky that a rich family man had noticed her. After all, the last thing she wanted was to live poorly with her alcoholic parents. She believed if she did everything to please him, he would finally leave his wife and marry her, even though she knew that all he truly cared about was her beauty.

They always met late at night when no one could see them. And this time she dressed up in the most provocative and colorful dress she owned and went to the location, a deserted road far from residential buildings, deep in the night.

She arrived before the appointed time, feeling the cold autumn wind blow against her skin and she cursed herself for not bringing her light pink fur coat with her. She could only hope her lover would come soon, and until then, she could pass the time by playing on her phone.

Distantly, a whistle could be heard. Her ears picked up on the sound, with her head slowly turning to what she assumed was the direction of where it was coming from only to find nothing. The whistle resumed, seeming to get closer and yet distant at the same time the more she looked, until the source of the whistling had made itself known right before her eyes.

A young man, wearing a cap, with his face covered, was holding something in his hand. She didn't have time to look at him overall.

All she felt was pain. Her phone flew out of her hands, sliding away from her fallen body and she could only hear a painful ringing in her ears. Something warm began to drip down amidst her blonde hair, staining the floor before she used her force to lay on her back and tried to see her attacker through her blurred vision. His silhouette stood scarily still, his hand holding what looked like to be a hammer and clenching down on it.

The girl sobbed, her voice breaking while her eyes filled with tears.

“Why, I-I didn’t do anything!”

“This is true. You haven’t done anything, no one needs you, you’re just rotting inside. Who cares if a prostitute suddenly disappears”.

            The attacker explained to her, his voice carrying no hint of sympathy while he continued to stare down at her. Sofia didn't understand, her mind getting overwhelmed with thoughts as she tried to find a reason. Was this Mark? Did he lose his temper? Was this his way of taking his revenge for all the times she separated him from the other boys? With the last bit of her force, she attempted to run away from him. Her voice died in her throat, leaving her no way for her to scream for help and instead all she could do was sob and wince from all of the pain. She could tell he was following after, focusing on the sound of something rubbing against the concrete before she was knocked down to her feet once more, her face meeting the floor and she swore she had broken her nose. She couldn't fight back, only watching an old battered hockey stick raise upwards before it landed another hit on her head.

Darkness took over her senses. She hoped this had been a cruel nightmare and that she would wake up in her bed safe and sound... But her consciousness began to slip back, her brain processing a wet sensation on her stomach before suddenly pain shot up in her system. Her eyes opened wide, and she attempted to scream from the excruciating sensation, but all she could do was gargle on her own blood.

"Don't try, I cut your vocal cords. I'm amazed you regained consciousness, honestly."

She turned her head to the right, seeing a painfully familiar face, bloody, munching on something. She noticed briefly that his hands were fidgeting, tearing some sort of rubber.

"O-Oli? What's happening?" Was what she wanted to ask, but all she could feel was pain before she let out a series of hacking and coughing sounds, saliva and blood mixing up together. The black-haired man paused, lazily looking at her widened eyes before beginning to speak.

“Do you remember how in childhood, parents said: when a person dies, his soul lives on, in trees and other vegetation. After all, the soul is in human organs, like brain and heart, when they decompose, they become one with nature. And in religions, the soul can even be reborn in animals."

The girl looked around, desperate to try and escape from the horror she was experiencing before her eyes locked onto where her legs were supposed to be, a tortured sob escaping her lips once she saw that it had become bloody scraps. Through her tears, as she frantically to look, she saw that there was no one nearby except him while both were inside of what looked like an abandoned building, her gaze locked onto the bloody tools that were scattered around before it diverted towards the corner, a dusty drum with what seemed to be bones mixed with skin poking out of it. She wanted to vomit.

“And the soul of a person is the most disgusting and corrupted thing that exists. Even children. Children are not born innocent. There is nothing salvageable in a human, you know. And after some time, I thought, what if I destroy the soul? Destroying and burying the body is not enough, I have to completely get rid of it, especially the organs. I don’t want animals and even vegetation, that are pure from human thoughts, to be ever tainted by such filth.”

He smiled lightly as he pulled out a meat cutting knife from his old backpack, examining its sharpness.

"I certainly am grateful for when you listened to my pathetic cry back then."

What was once a sweet memory had become bitter, she could still hear the sounds of little Oli sobbing into her chest due to his nightmares, after his mother showed photographs from the crime scenes that she had brought from work. Her thoughts got overridden by an intense pain in her abdomen as she winced, hot tears running down her face with her breathing growing more faint as she felt her life slip from her hands.

"But understand, all you do is corrupt other people more and more. Why girls never value themselves will remain a mystery to me."

…

The teen wanted to continue his crazy stream of thoughts, but he only met the girl’s glassy gaze. He abruptly fell silent and continued his work without speaking another word.

"Come on, they haven't caught that cannibal on rollerblades yet? The police are slacking off at this point!" 

“Have you guys heard? That maniac, Hitblade, has killed someone again! That quiet girl from the sociology department, Rebecca or Raven, whatever her name is.”

The worried brown-haired girl sat down at the table where her four classmates were having lunch.

“I heard from a YouTuber that he was so crazy that he ate his mother and lived with her corpse for several days, but the police stated the crimes were unrelated or something.” 

The red-haired classmate sitting in front of her replied grumpily.

“I’m actually terrified, guys! I work the evening shift! What if he kills me? He likes to torture his victims too, seeing them die! It’s actually scary that such a maniac lives an ordinary life among us.”  

 A chubby guy with glasses exclaimed next to the brunette.

“Yeah, and he is your boss. Pfff, Don’t worry, he doesn’t target people like you, Miriam.” 

The girl muttered nervously, lowering her head.

“Jack, it’s not out of the blue for her to worry, a lot of girls her age were targeted. Listen, what if I walk you home from work? I still need to bring a book to a friend in your dorm.”

The plump man grinned slightly. The girl was about to scold her classmate, but the quiet, soft voice of the fourth friend interrupted their debate.

 The brunette thought briefly and slightly jumped from excitement on her chair.

“Wow! Thank you! Yes, I finish at 10 pm, well, you know, usual time, usual spot, thanks again, I really appreciate your help, Oli!”

[elliemarchetti]

Double Wedding

I don't know if I nailed today's prompt for @jilymicrofics, but the idea of ​​James and Sirius being married was too funny not to delve into.

Prompt: Astounded

Words: 489

Lily was astounded. Perhaps shocked would’ve been the right term, although, knowing the characters she should’ve expected it. Marlene, however, was furious.

“Remind me why I shouldn’t kill one of you and solve the problem,” she hissed, a suspicious, and frankly slightly concerning, coldness in her voice.

“Because you would be sad about it if you did?” suggested Sirius, immediately retreating when his girlfriend glared at him.

Lily didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. In itself, the situation would’ve been extremely comical, if only James and Sirius hadn’t forgotten to tell them, and the small omission, as they defined it, wasn’t messing with Marlene’s vision.

Their fiancees were already married to each other. A foolish decision, took when they were fresh out of Hogwarts, during a drunk night out with Remus and Peter, who acted as their witnesses, which was now having considerable consequences on the organization of two real weddings.

“Look at it this way,” James ventured, turning to Marlene, “you could traumatize so many old ladies by introducing yourself as Sirius’s lover for the rest of your lives.”

The blonde girl seemed to ponder the possibility, but ultimately decided it was far better to be the new, and only, Mrs. Black.

“I want Walburga to turn in her grave at the thought of what I’ll do to the good name of her noble and most ancient house,” she ruled.

“That’s why I love you,” murmured Sirius, and in the blink of an eye they were reconciled, and were making out like teenagers. Sometimes, Lily was convinced their brains were still stuck at seventeen, trapped in bodies that were inevitably destined to grow old, but she felt no resentment for their ways, considering what they had been through to get there.

“And you?” James queried, sliding one of his long arms around Lily’s shoulders to pull her closer. “What do you want?”

Lily raised her head to meet his deep brown eyes, to study every detail of his features, and how his dark, always dishevelled hair fell on his forehead. She wanted to see him struggle with his glasses every morning, and be there when his first white hair made its appearance in the beard he was desperately trying to grow in an attempt to look older. She wanted a house all for them, a welcoming place, where they could invite friends for dinner and board games night, where they could mature as a couple and start a family…

“What are you thinking about?” he inquired, his face now decidedly closer, so much so that their noses were almost touching.

“What happens once we say I do,” she admitted, the hint of a smile she didn’t want to contain making its way to her lips.

“Second thoughts?” he asked, vaguely horrified.

Lily shook her head. She couldn’t imagine her life without James anymore, no matter how much the bullshit from his youth would haunt them in adulthood.

[professor-amaryllis]

:{ A Video file is embedded. Goldenrod Ecological Society, Johto. 4/13/24 2:37 pm. }:

"You'd better be decent, I'm coming in!~"

The voice of Casimir rings through just seconds before the door to the office opens, The fellow professor kicking it open carefully with a foot while holding a glass something behind his back, not concealing it all that well due to it being a bit wider than his torso.

"Are you ready for this? I have- what the hell happened in here? it looks like a storm blew through. And the blanket, did you sleep here?"

Bellamy is looking at least slightly less disheveled, now fully clothed and paused in the process of pulling a brush through their unruly hair. Rather than answer the question Amy instead points at the sort-of hidden object that Casi carries, eyebrow raised.

"Why did you bring a punch bowl into my office? And are you wearing lipstick?"

This seems to do the job of distracting Casi, at least momentarily as her expression splits into a grin as she turns to face Amy across the desk.

"It's not a punch bowl! It's a deal! An offer you cant refuse! Because I'm your boygirlfriend and I would be sad if you turned me down."

With a bit of a flourish (and a little effort, this thing seems to be much heavier that he was letting on) Casi sets down a strange glass bowl on the table, the handle on the top showing its for travel of some kind. Inside is the angriest looking Qwilfish anyone has ever seen, and that's saying something. Her unusual reversed eye markings matching Casi's eye makeup exactly right down to the twin birthmarks under her eyes, something she seems extremely pleased with herself about.

"Tada! See, I got you the Qwilfish you asked for! I picked this one out special, doesn't she look just like me? I figured you'd think of me everyyy time you see her!"

The revelation seems to actually take Amy aback and they let out a laugh, at least as much in surprise as in humor. It takes a moment for them to get their thoughts in a straight line, a few johtonian syllables here and there as they take stock of the situation.

"Casi, I was joking- I didn't expect you to actually catch me a Qwilfish. And it's color, that isn't one of the ones from your program is it? The endangered ones.... Fire ice and thunder it really does look a little like you though..." Their voice trails off a bit as they lean over to inspect the new pokemon, which spins in a circle squeaking as its spikes trail up against the glass. Despite everything its hard not to see the excitement in their expression at seeing such an unusual poison type, their fingers too trailing against the glass.

"Technically she's from a breeding program we do with Blueberry Academy. I think if they're letting teenagers study and handle these guys then you'll do fine!" She laughs, clearly giddy at finally getting to present her gift to her lover.

"Buuuut I didn't do this purely out of the goodness of my heart." To punctuate this Casi taps his fingers against the desk a couple times in a mock drum roll. "I want your Meowth."

It takes a couple seconds for Amy to respond, still looking at the novel fish before blinking a couple of times up at Casi. "..... wait, really?"

"Is that really so surprising? Arlene and I have really bonded! There's a trade machine in the lobby and everything! Please, love?" She looks up at them, obviously putting on a show of pleading.

"No I- I mean yes, I-" Amy straightens up and laughs, deep and genuine, muttering something to herself in johtonian before continuing. "Tenshi, Daarin, I was going to try to convince you to take her home with you. I mean-" they gesture at the cat, perched on the back of the couch and looking proud of herself, "I even managed to get a bow on the frostdamned thing. I thought i was going to have to sell you on this."

Now it's his turn to look dumbfounded before letting out another laugh, sputtering in surprise. "Wh- I thought you just wanted to get her all dressed up!"

The shorter professor looks ready to jump over the desk to hug Amy, but with the large glass container in front of him he seems to think better of it.

Instead he opts to take their hands into his own. First their hands are clasped in excitement, before he seems to take notice of all the little scratches and begins to smooth over them. "We really had the same idea then huh? You endured Arlene's wrath just for me.."

Amy's voice softens as they chuckle, letting out a of a breath and seeming to calm under their partner's touch. For the first time in a while we see some of the tension in them dissipate, a weight lifted. "I would endure so much more for you my Tenshi. Anything you asked."

Casi presses a kiss to their scratched knuckles. "I know you would dear... But you don't have to endure everything. Sometimes I wanna do nice things for you too."

With a few more little kisses his gaze meets Amy's. Despite the professor's best attempt at hiding it, he could tell she wasn't getting much sleep lately. Was the stress of their trip the problem or was there something else? He gives a soft smile to try and keep the mood light.

"So let's use your lobby's fancy trade machine and maybe we can relax a bit before our flight.."

Amy's eyes crinkle with their smile, extenuating their crows feet. There's a softness in their voice when they continue, bringing one lipstick stained hand up to brush back his hair. "That sounds perfect. I've missed that.. I love you."

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[downwiththeficness]

The Usurper-Chapter Six

Summary: Lilah McNamara stole things for a living. It was tedious work and often dangerous, which made it just exciting enough to keep her interested. After botching a routine job, Lilah finds herself standing amid monsters. Wholly unprepared for the horror of living under Amaru’s reign, Lilah decides to use her well honed skills to thwart the queen’s plans and prevent the end of the world.

Word Count: ~3,000

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Lilah sat in the booth of the diner, aware that she looked like a sullen teenager and not giving a single fuck about it. She was bleary from a night spent trying to figure out how to escape and failing so totally in her first attempt that she hadn’t made a second. Climbing out the window of the bathroom was a lot more difficult than she anticipated. Especially in a dress and sandals. By the time her feet touched the ground, her ever present guard was already waiting patiently behind her.

Javier, as he insisted he be called, smiled genially when Lilah turned around. He leaned on a lacquered wood cane and waited for her to catch her breath before warning her that he had excellent hearing despite his age. He was also pretty spry, though he understood if she wanted to throw a few punches to test her might against his.

Lilah rested against the wall of the hotel and regarded him with angry eyes before turning and walking silently around to the front of the building. He followed her to the room and resumed his position in front of her door as if nothing at all happened. That’s where he stood, nearly unmoving, for the rest of the night.

“Coffee?”

She looked up at the waitress, “Yes, please.”

The waitress directed the same question to Javier, who shook his head. He sat across from her reading an actual fucking newspaper like it was Sunday morning. She scanned it covertly for an article about Raul’s murder and found nothing. The killing of a maintenance man in a town so small it barely had its own zip code probably wouldn’t make national news, but she’d been surprised before.

Javier turned the page. Lilah refused to speak to him and barely deigned to look in his direction. The only reason she agreed to sit down at the table was that he was paying the tab. Lilah wasn’t about to turn down a free meal, especially when her stomach was rumbling in her belly. Add to it that Javier hadn’t been forthcoming about the plan for the day and she figured she would need all the fuel she could get.

Her attention turned to a large group of people seated not too far away. They were young, possibly in their mid-twenties. Their clothes made her think they were either coming out of or headed to Sunday Mass. Nine men and women dressed in their Sunday best talking animatedly among themselves while she was sitting across from a grandfatherly man who was almost certainly not what he appeared. She stared at them with envy. Even when she was in high school, Lilah never had such a large group of friends. Over the years, she’d lost touch with the friends she did have and the life of an international thief didn’t exactly lend itself to making new ones.

The coffee arrived and the waitress wrote down Lilah’s order. Javier demurred, saying that he never ate so early in the morning. Lilah caught the self-satisfied smirk on his lips as he said it. The waitress took it in stride with a cheery ‘suit yourself’ and walked away. Lilah watched her, wondering what she might think of an extremely well dressed older gentleman sitting across from a disheveled and petulant woman with circles under her eyes. Did they make as strange a pair as Lilah imagined?

“I don’t believe you understand what kind of danger you’re in.”

Lilah glared at Javier from over the rim of her coffee mug, “I think I have some idea.”

He hummed and flipped the paper to read below the fold, “You humans are so confident. Its one of the things I love about you.” When Lilah continued to glare, he added, “I also love your tenacity. Centuries of being preyed upon by culebras and you still fight back.”

“What’s a culebra?” Even as she asked the question, Lilah felt a kind of reluctant resignation wash over her. She wasn’t in any kind of mood for more bullshit, but was willing to acknowledge that there were things she needed to know for her own survival. If she had to sit through a terribly awkward breakfast to get enough leverage to make a getaway, Lilah was prepared to sit there all morning.

Javier’s eyes never left the paper. “Very much like the vampire you accused Brasa of being. Impulsive creatures that we created to serve us in Xibalba.”

She blinked, “Okay.”

At this, Javier looked up, “You’re very calm.”

“I’m exhausted.”

A nod, “I assumed as much. I’ve already informed Brasa that you refused rest.”

“Refused is a strong word.”

“Call it whatever you want. You need rest.”

“I need to get out of the country,” Lilah retorted. “I have people who will be looking for me.” Not exactly true, but close enough. Mr. Pickerelle would assume she cut and ran on the job and he’d dispatch another contractor to show the rest of his employees why that was such a bad idea. She would have to eat some major crow in order to keep her head right where it was when he found her.

Javier closed the newspaper and set it deliberately aside, “You should hope they don’t find you. I can’t imagine what Brasa will do to anyone who tries to take you from him.”

The waitress arrived with her food and, sensing the tension between them, had the good grace to walk away. Lilah let her get out of earshot before she sneered, “Right. Because I’m his bondmate, or whatever.”

“Yes, It is too serious a thing for you to turn your nose up at.”

“Oh, bullshit. I’ve heard more creative stories come out of the CW.”

His brows drew together, “What is… nevermind, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are the bondmate to Queen Amaru’s second in command. What you do reflects directly back on him.” He pointed a finger at him, “If the queen sees you as a weakness, she will kill you both. I’ve worked too long in his service to see Brasa fall because of whims of a child.”

Lilah drew back, “I haven’t been a child in a long time.”

“Then, act like an adult. Yes, this situation is strange and new. Yes, you are probably very scared. But, we cannot change it. Listen, and learn, and hope that Her Majesty never looks your way.”

In Javier’s little speech, Lilah found her opening, “You care for him—Brasa, I mean.”

“I do.”

“And you think I’m his...weakness.”

“I do.”

She leaned forward, “Then, help me escape. If I’m not around, I can’t be used against him. I can walk away. I’m very good at disappearing.”

“Yes,” Javier drawled, “I’ve seen the evidence of that.”

“That’s not what I mean,” she countered with fervor, “I have skills...useful skills. I can erase every bit of evidence I ever existed. You and Brasa can forget all about me. I’ll never come back to Mexico. Hell, I’ll never come back to this hemisphere.”

Javier’s expression softened, “If only it was that simple. He would go the ends of the earth for you. Search every plane of existence until he found you again.”

Lilah sat back, deflated, “I don’t understand.”

“I know. But, you will soon.”

“The fuck am I supposed to do with this, Javier?”

He very nearly gave a shrug, “As I said. Listen and learn.”

Lilah picked up her fork, “Alright, Mr. Miyagi. I’ll eat, you talk.”

In the twenty minutes or so that it took for Lilah to eat through a truly enormous breakfast, Javier filled her in on the basics of what she would need to know to survive the near future. She would be surrounded by culebras—vampiric snakes—that were ruled by Queen Amaru and kept in line by Brasa, with Javier’s assistance. Culebras were made in Xibalba and found their way to Lilah’s dimension to escape enslavement centuries ago. Since then, they made their home in the places where they could best survive. Hot, dry land with deep, unending caverns. For much of that time, the Lords kept their numbers deliberately low so as to not draw attention. When Amaru, Brasa, and Javier were dispatched to bring the errant culebras to heel, the Lords imprisoned them underground for their trouble.

Amaru escaped first. Then, Brasa. Then, Javier. The queen was filled with furious anger and hadn’t just taken up her original mission. She was searching for something that would solidify their power permanently. If she found what she was looking for, it would spell disaster for humanity. Lilah assumed that Javier wouldn’t use the word, ‘apocalypse’ lightly.

“You’re not going to stop her since you love us humans so much?”

Javier’s brows lifted, “She is stronger than I am.”

Lilah was unconvinced, “What about you and Brasa together? Could the two of you stop her?”

He looked away, “Brasa can’t act against her.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Can’t.”

“Why?”

“Its not my story to tell.”

Gazing at him with eyes narrowed in suspicion, Lilah drank down the last of her coffee and signaled the waitress for another. This was...a lot of information. Not only were there literal species of monsters roaming Mexico, but there was also at least one other dimension where even worse monsters lived. Lilah was sitting in the middle of what sounded like some kind of war.

“No.”

Javier tilted his head to the side, “No?”

“No,” Lilah repeated. “I’m not doing this. I don’t care about your stupid little squabbles or your power drunk queen with a vendetta.” She took a breath, “How much money do you have in your wallet?”

“I—.”

“How much?”

Javier’s mouth quirked and he reached into his jacket. From his wallet, he pulled a surprising amount of bills. Lilah raised a brow at him and he said, “Its harder to track cash.”

“Good thinking. Hand it to me.” Lilah left enough on the table for the food with a large tip. “Keys.” Javier handed her a key fob for a Mercedes. “Phone.” From another pocket, he produced a phone and gave it to her. “Thanks. Wish I could say I had fun, but I didn’t.” Then, “Don’t follow me.”

Lilah stood and walked out of the diner as casually as she could. She pressed the fob beneath her chin and dug her finger into the lock button. The Mercedes beeped at her from the far side of the lot. With a significantly less casual step, Lilah bee lined for it and threw herself into the driver’s seat. The engine turned over easily and she felt the first gasp of relief push into her lungs as she backed the car out of the spot.

On the highway, she dug into her purse and pulled out her phone. She powered it on to find a hundred or so messages and voicemails from Mr. Pickerelle. In all the excitement, Lilah hadn’t forgotten about the other danger in her life. She dialed his number and prepared herself to lie like she’d never lied before.

“You better have my staff,” came the answer.

“I don’t,” Lilah replied. “I was ambushed.”

There was a short pause, “By who?”

“I don’t know. There was...collateral damage. I had to find a place to stash the staff before they got to me.”

“Where did you stash it?”

Lilah frowned, “Its safe, for now. But, they grabbed me and I had to figure out how to get away.”

“You know, McNamara, you’re usually so professional. And now, two fuck ups on an easy job.”

Her lip curled, “With respect, there were things about this job you didn’t fill me in on. There was...some kind of gang—maybe a cartel—that was involved with the church. You can imagine how happy they were to find a thief in their midst.”

Another pause, “What would a cartel want with a thousand year old artifact?”

“How should I know?” Lilah bit out. “Fact is, they had their eyes on it, too. And, it almost cost me my life.”

She looked into the rearview mirror, half expecting to find Javier driving directly behind her. He’d let her go a little too easy for her taste and her gut was telling her that her escape wasn’t assured. She couldn’t go back for the staff, couldn’t go back for her car, couldn’t risk being seen anywhere someone might know her face.

From across the line, there was a deep sigh, “Alright. I’ll add on an extra hundred thousand to your fee. But, I want the staff immediately.”

Lilah didn’t even consider the offer. Her priority was to make it as if she never set foot in that church, as if she never set foot on the earth, period. “No dice. I’m canceling your order. I’m not going to answer this phone again, Mr. Pickerelle.”

“You’re making a very, very serious mistake.”

“I’m not. And, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll forget about the staff.”

The phone in her hand beeped. Lilah looked at the screen and found that Mr. Pickerelle had ended the call. She cursed and jabbed her finger into the car’s window button. Then, she tossed her phone and Javier’s phone out onto the asphalt.

She drove while the sun rose high in the sky. Then, she stopped at a gas station and asked the attendant where to find the nearest airport while she wrote the directions on a napkin. After that, it was just a matter of getting there and booking a flight to Canada. She could regroup on her home turf.

Lilah’s strength began to flag as the afternoon wore on. She rolled the window down, hoping that the wind would keep her awake long enough to reach the airport. It was only a few miles away. Just a few miles, and she would be that much closer to getting away.

The car hit something hard. Lilah blinked her eyes open, not sure when they had closed. Her hands turned the wheel, but not in time to keep the car from flipping over on its side and skidding across the asphalt. Glass and metal sprayed her face and arms. Her body slammed against the side of the car and white hot pain speared through her shoulder and leg. Lilah covered her eyes and cried out. The scream lasted until the car came to a stop.

Shaking all over, Lilah unbuckled her seat belt and began the arduous task of crawling out of the car through the front windshield. On the way, she grabbed her purse from where it lay on the dash and threw it ahead. She did her best to keep from pressing her palms and knees into the shards of glass sprinkled over every surface. Despite all her effort, blood began to mix with the dirt and oil below.

Free of the car, Lilah rolled to her back and stared at the perfectly blue sky. The ground was hot against her back and it soothed the piercing ache in her body. Her shoulder felt out of place and her hip was swelling beneath her skirt. “I fucking hate this place,” she groused, thinking that she was never coming to Mexico again.

The good news was that someone was bound to come by soon. Even though she was laying on a side road, it led directly to the airport. It was kind of weird that it was empty at the moment, but Lilah didn’t have enough brain function to think about why. In her delirium, Lilah thought she heard an animal growl from somewhere nearby. She couldn’t see one in her periphery, but it hurt too much to turn her head so that she could get a better look. Wouldn’t it be just the best to get eaten by a wild creature while also running from a wild creature?

A cloud passed over the sun. Lilah’s eyes simply wouldn’t open past halfway, anymore, so she couldn’t be sure. The cloud moved away quickly—too quickly. The cool touch of fear swept over her. It didn’t matter that she was tired and hurt or that she could barely move. Lilah’s will to live pushed right through all the pain to bring her back into focus. She forced herself to look up, to see what was above her.

Brasa.

“You little idiot,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

“Fuck you, too,” she rasped.

Brasa threw down his coat and knelt next to her. He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and pushed his face into his forearm. Lilah watched him, unable to do much more than breathe—even that hurt. Everything hurt. Blinking hurt.

Suddenly, Brasa’s arm was blocking the entirety of her vision and something was dripping onto her face. His free hand tugged gently at her jaw, holding it open. Blood poured into her mouth freely. It was instinct that had her swallowing it down against her will.

This is so unsanitary, wafted through her thoughts before Lilah’s tongue registered how it tasted. Sweet. Very, sweet. Like something she’d eaten as a child. Did everything about Brasa taste sweet? It poured freely into her mouth from a wound that felt dangerously deep against her lips. Above, Brasa eyed her silently. His expression was half shielded by the dark lenses of his sunglasses. She could see her own reflection—bruised and dirty—looking back at her.

Lilah’s body seized. Power and sensation burst through her very veins. It snapped at her wounds, her bruised organs. More pain sliced through her, exacerbating nerves that were far too battered, already. She groaned and tried to curl in on herself. Brasa’s hand on her belly held her down, “Easy. You’ll hurt yourself more.”

“Fuck. You.”

She squirmed painfully, until his blood reached her shoulder and squeezed it back into place. It hurt so much more than the crash. So much more than anything she’d ever felt before. The pain blinded her, subdued her completely. Lilah passed out with her teeth bared and a curse on her lips.

[persephoneggsy]

5, 10, 15 from fifty more rook qs if you’re doing em!

I’ve got two Rooks now (a mother and daughter pair), so I’ll answer for them both!

Left is Phryne Ingellvar (Reaper Warrior), right is Elke Ingellvar (Death Caller Mage)

Fifty (more) Rook questions!

Five. Who does Rook romance? What was the moment that sparked their interest?

Phryne romances Emmrich. A part of it is she feels the rest of the companions are too young (Phryne is 58 years old), but at the start she found Emmrich rather dashing. His intelligence and competency in his field further added to that initial attraction. Him waxing poetic in front of a display of corpses about how life is fleeting and one should live their lives to the fullest really cemented the “oh, I can’t NOT fuck him”.

Elke romances Davrin. At first she thought he was just a tough talking brute, but she softened after seeing how hard he was trying with Assan. She’s a mother to a teenaged boy, so she could relate to his frustration while also giving him some gentle advice.

Ten. A spicy scene between Rook and their LI(s):

Phryne and Emmrich are an extremely tactile couple, so they’ve always got a hand on each other at all times. Sometimes those hands wander… I like imagining a scenario where Emmrich is looking for a book and Phryne just comes up behind him, hugging him around the waist. It’s all very cute, until her hands start drifting lower; ten minutes later, Phryne’s back is against the bookcase for support while Emmrich puts those magic fingers of his to work between her legs. >:3c

Elke and Davrin are much more reserved, in comparison. Elke is very orderly and prim, so she hates looking disheveled and out of sorts… so naturally Davrin loves seeing her like that. He’ll rile her up with some flirting and teasing, until she comes storming into her room, eyes wild, and then he’ll smirk as she pushes him down onto the floor and has her merry way with him.

Fifteen. Who else has a crush on Rook?

Phryne has always been known locally as a MILF and later GILF lmao. She had a ton of young Watchers hot and bothered as she made her rounds in the Necropolis. She has a long list of ex-flings (never any serious relationships until Emmrich came along) as well. Maybe Strife looked at her and Emmrich and debated asking if they were looking for a third lmao.

Elke inherited the MILF gene from her mother, but she was too uptight and rigid for people to develop an attraction to her beyond physical. It also doesn’t help that she didn’t have a lot of friends lol. When she joins the Veilguard, I like to think Lucanis is briefly attracted to her but knows she’s turned off by Spite, so he moved on quickly.

[morbidology]

Lake Bodom is a lake in Finland, located on the suburbs of Espoo. It’s approximately three kilometres in length and on kilometre in width. In the early morning hours of 5 June, 1960, it was the scene of a brutal triple murder of young campers. Maila Irmeli Bjorklund and Anja Tuulikki Maki were both 15-years-old. Accompanying the two friends on their camping trip were their boyfriends, Seppo Antero Boisman and Nils Wilhelm Gustafsson, both 18-years-old. They pitched their tent close to the lake and spent the evening fishing. Between 4AM and 6AM, Maila, Anja, and Seppo, were all stabbed and bludgeoned to death. Nils was the sole survivor of the attack, sustaining a concussion, fractures to the jaw, bruises to the face, and stab wounds. Nils would later say he had no recollection of the attack due to shock. An investigation revealed that the killer never entered the tent and instead, attacked the teenagers from the outside of the tent. 

Several items belonging to the teenagers were stolen, including a wallet, some clothing, and Nils shoes. Due to the bloody footprints found outside, it was evident that the killer had been wearing Nils shoes when he fled the scene. Approximately 500 metres from the crime scene, some of these items, including the shoes, were discovered discarded and partially hidden. Nils’ girlfriend, Maila, sustained the most vicious injuries - her underwear had been removed and she had been stabbed multiple times post-mortem. Several young boys who were birdwatching would come forward to claim they saw a blonde man walking away from the collapsed tent at approximately 6AM.

Over the course of the investigation there have been several suspects. One of the prime suspects was Karl Valdemar Gyllstrom, a kiosk vendor at Lake Bodom. He was known for his aggressive behaviour towards campers and shortly before his death, he confessed to his neighbour that he had killed the teenagers. In 1969, however, Karl coincidentally drowned in Lake Bodom - it’s unknown if it was intentional or accidental. His wife provided an alibi for Karl for the night of the murder, saying he was fast asleep at home but shortly before she passed away, she claimed that this alibi was fictional and that he had threatened to kill her if she did not cover for him. 

Another prime suspect throughout the investigation was Hans Assman, an alleged KGB spy. The day after the murders, he checked himself into the Helsinki Surgical Hospital. He was said to be extremely dishevelled, with black fingernails, and something red staining his clothing. The doctors who saw him that afternoon were adamant that the red staining was blood. Hans had blonde hair which he sloppily chopped off after a description of the attacker, as given by the birdwatchers witnesses, was released in the media. His clothing was said to match the description of the clothing given by the same witnesses. Nevertheless, he was never brought in for questioning but several books have been written about him and he has been linked to several others unsolved murders in Finland. In fact, a man who looked strikingly similar to Hans was photographed at the funeral of the victims.

The case went cold until 2004, when Nils Gustafsson, the sole survivor, was arrested on suspicion of murdering his friends. The reason Nils was arrested was because of DNA testing that had been carried out on his discarded shoes. Nils defence contended that the shoes must have been stolen from him and worn by the killer but the prosecution argued that Nils was the killer and had thrown away his shoes afterwards in an attempt to conceal his guilt. The prosecution claimed that Nils wanted to have sex with one of the girls and killed them all in a fit of rage. 

Ultimately, the court agreed with the defence. They believed that the eyewitnesses that spotted a blonde man leaving the crime scene were credible and it was unlikely that he could have inflicted his own wounds himself. He was acquitted of all charges and the case still remains unsolved.

[emoelrics]

Neon Genesis Evangelion Episode 7 Rewatch

we have an ominous phone call with gendo and some unknown individual. elusive as always gendo.

i love the daily routine between shinji and misato that grows as they continue to live with each other. misato is always a complete disaster in the morning in contrast with her serious and focused personality that she displays at work. in the episode, misato starts off her morning a disheveled mess and cracks open a cold beer. classic. what a way to start your morning! and also oops turns out she slept through breakfast. sorry about that!

yet she shows up to school elegant and refined, a total babe. all the horny teenage boys practically have nosebleeds with how excited they are. kensuke and toji are practically drooling with how obsessed they are with misato. they tell shinji he is so lucky to live with her. i'm sure they have this image of misato in their head, the put together misato that she shows the world.

but shinji knows the real misato. the one she doesn’t show the outside world. he knows what she’s like under that airhead and cheerful facade. she’s a slob, she’s immature, irresponsible, and ridiculous. however, he still enjoys living with her despite her shortcomings. that’s a true bond right there. that’s truly caring and loving somebody. i know gendo wanted to bring human instrumentality so people would be free from the AT fields that separate them. but loving somebody despite the walls that separate you is truly beautiful. to break down somebody's walls and get into the core of shows how much you genuinely love someone. you are willing to put in the effort of getting to know them. you're willing to be patient and to slowly peel back all the layers of who they are.

i like this segment where shinji stares at the eva and wonders what the hell is the mechanical, grotesque robot that he pilots. the cockpit feels like blood. and you know shinji that’s because the essence of your mother is in the robot. essentially the robot is basically a womb and the LCL is amniotic fluid. yeah. crazy stuff shinji! good thing the adults are keeping you away from that information. but it's still so utterly terrifying that shinji was forced to pilot this robot with absolutely no knowledge of what it is, where it came from, and how it came to be. he's left in the dark about so much despite how important he is to NERV.

the contrast between shinji questioning the eva and the adults coldly talking about business is excellent. shinji is just a child caught in the elaborate world of adults. adults lie. adults withhold information. adults can be awful and here shinji is completely helpless and at their whims.

we start with a classic shinji and misato routine. the fun and perky music. shinji eating toast just like always and pen pen eating his fish. then the vibe completely changes. it’s dark and serious. misato has to attend to some business for work. no longer than ditzy facade. she has to get down to business. the way that misato can change her persona is incredible. she is extremely multi-faceted and highly emotionally intelligent. i think a lot of people reduce misato's character to a bimbo who loves beer and erm does some questionable things. but her character is so much more complex than people give her credit for.

we have ritsuko and misato on a business trip. ritsuko asks a bunch of hard-hitting questions and isn’t taken seriously. a glimpse of the sexism that women face in the science field. when the scientist says “like a woman in hysterics,” in response to the robots NERV deploys, it always pisses me off. women are often said they can’t be rational because you know they experience hormonal changes once a month but this doesn’t mean they can’t think critically. women are able to withstand a lot. they can go through all this pain and emotional changes and still be tough and capable.

in this segment, you can also get a glimpse of gendo’s plan in this bit. with this “you’re saying that science and human heart will tame the beast.” i think a lot of times in this anime the strength of the human heart is diminished. it’s seen as fickle and weak. but the human heart can withstand so many things - heartbreak and grief. and yet these feelings make it more resilient. the strength of the human heart and genuine love is what allowed shinji to stop the third impact. the power of the human heart.

love this female rage moment!

just as this arrogant man touts his own creation, things go awry. the so called perfect robot goes berserk just like unit 1. and who’s left to help them solve this crisis? yeah. misato. girlboss! who’s hysterical now.

here comes shinji and misato. but now the cheerful dynamics of home are no more, misato and shinji are in business mood. there’s no goofiness. there’s no light-heartedness. this is misato’s captain persona. the one most of the world sees. she’s firm, straightforward, and precise. she extremely calmly puts herself in danger with shinji pointing out how crazy her plan is. and it’s really nice to see how shinji looks out for her. i really like that about misato. she’s resourceful and creative, always coming up with brilliant solutions in a crisis.

even after all that heroism on misato’s part, we return to our typical morning with misato returning to her usual chaotic and sloppy self. shinji groans as he heads to school, utterly disgusted with how misato presents herself.

toji and kensuke fangirl over how lucky shinji is to live with misato once again. and shinji puts his foot down. living with misato is no idyllic walk in the park. she’s a walking disaster and a complete slob who can’t even cook for herself. why would the two of them want to live with her?

i love the note that we end this episode on. shinji as we know is not so well versed in human connection despite how perceptive he is. so kensuke plainly points it out to him. the misato shinji sees on a day to day basis is the real misato. the masks she dons left to the wayside and the only thing left is authentic self. that’s family. that’s love. someone seeing you for who you truly are.

[krowmeats]

I am quickly realizing you can use tumblr for literally whatever so here are cartoon characters that somehow managed to inform my gender identity even though I am a cis man and there is very little to figure out

These are all very stupid and I don't expect a single other human being to gain anything of value from the list. However, it was fun to make this list and I'm probably gonna look at it later and go "huh. neat" which is all you need to know sometimes

Death from adventure time I am not like him in any way he is just a synthesis of what I thought was cool and badass as a teenager and also a normal and kind of lame dude which made me go "Wow, that's achievable and you can do it without being some kind of shithead" The hierophant from adventure time Literally I just want to give off the same general vibe you get looking at him. Nothing about his actual character. I saw him and imagined a guy that was cool in a way that I thought would be fun to be and then kept that mental model in my head and ignored everything else about him Mayonnaise from Split the Room The exact same thing from the hierophant applies here. The only new thing to add is that I used the Mayonnaise mental model when visualizing the story of an Armenian guerilla fighter I was listening to in a podcast and the psychic cross contamination made me have to demote him from Abstract Aspirational Qualities Model Bob Belcher from Bob Belcher's Burgers Despite my total disinterest in Bob as a character whenever I think of the definition of masculinity I have cobbled together for myself his image just hangs out in the back of my head. And you know what yeah he does kick ass in that regard. He's pathetic and level-headed and he's exerting agency to provide for himself and the people he cares about. Good job Bob. The show you came from got kind of boring after a while. Mr Fox from Adventure time This is kind of a cheat one because Mr. Fox didn't inform this, it's more convergent evolution. But the respects in which I have molded my personality to be a specific Kind of Guy in the greater Guy schema have caused me to talk extremely like him. Will I pass through his guy territory onto greener guy pastures? Probably not actually I think I'm calcified. I'm not too torn up about it though Mr Fox from that Wes Anderson movie This one was when I was 14 I don't really think it applies now. I think his whole spiffy suit debonair adventurer schtick sucks actually. He's only on this list because I thought he was cool once and I don't want this list to be 75% tertiary adventure time characters Buck from Ice Age This one I was even younger and emulating him exactly is probably gonna be worse for you long term than Mr Fox (Wes anderson) but even despite that and the whole Grizzled Mountain Man(tm) thing I like him a bit more. There is a Buffoon quotient and an Extremely Disheveled quotient there that has embedded itself into my worldview.

[xhanisai]

Finally think I found what I was chasing after

AO3 / FFN

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - ‘Comfort’

Summary -

Had she not been sleep deprived as well as worried for his wellbeing, Marinette would've combusted hours ago from their close proximity itself let alone from his sweet touches and tender affection.  "I'm so glad someone as amazing as you decided to keep me around," He admitted, earning a confused look from the curious designer. "It's not uncommon for me to have nightmares...especially those particular ones where I'm left all alone in a world full of water and a shattered moon, surrounded by people made of stone."  .  All the colour drained from her face at impeccable speeds, her body tensing and her eyes watering in an instant.

~(x)~ . . . Usually, Marinette was a heavy sleeper. It would take at least six or seven alarms to snap her out of dreamland itself, let alone wake her up and out of bed in an instant. Or even a giant plastic doughnut crashing through her room without warning (this happened twice or thrice no thanks to le Papillon having nothing better to do and akumatising August the baby because menace is clearly his middle name and the old man's hobby mainly consists of pestering a pair of heroic teenagers). So yes, usually she sleeps like the dead and it's near impossible to wake her up even if an Akuma was involved. However, tonight, Alya, Nino and Adrien were over at hers for a well-anticipated sleepover therefore her senses were on extremely high alert. Especially since the love of her life was right there, decked up in that adorable Ladybug-themed pyjama set and snoozing away peacefully (after having enthusiastically soaked up the entire slumber party experience with those gorgeous emerald green eyes of his and eventually tiring himself out). . SWISH! A sudden gasp and violent thump of fabric being swept aside snapped Marinette out of her deep thoughts, the girl sitting up straight from the bed she was sharing with Alya in the loft and her fight or flight mode activated by instinct. Once her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, she noted that Nino was fast asleep on the floor who was snoring like a rusty chainsaw. Which left... "Adrien?" The boy snapped his face towards her direction from the soft (loving) whisper of Marinette's voice, the girl noting that his eyes were wet and red-rimmed and that there was cold sweat running down his face. He was unresponsive for a slow second, still in the process of fully waking up to reality. Without missing a beat, Marinette quietly but quickly tiptoed down the ladder carefully and approached the chaise gently as one would do with a scared, abandoned kitten. At first, she brought her hands forward, as if she wanted to cradle his face tenderly but then decided to keep them to herself at the last minute, not knowing whether he would appreciate the gesture or not. . "Marinette...sorry, did I wake you?" His voice was very soft but never less apologetic and guilty, masking the absolute terror and sheer fear she caught on his face earlier on. Deciding to embrace her inner Ladybug and putting aside her nerves, Marinette took a seat by his side, his little smile at her gesture only giving her the confidence to take his hand and give it an affectionate squeeze. "Don't worry about me. I was already awake. What about you? Are you okay?" She gave his hand a few more reassuring squeezes, hoping it would provide some comfort. "Do...do you want to talk about it?" His smile dropped immediately and he averted his eyes, one of his shaking hands reaching to smooth out his dishevelled hair which fell over his eyes in a manner that sent a major level of deja vu down her veins. He schooled his expression once more, a fake smile plastered on this time around and he clutched her hand. "I'm fine, Marinette. Especially now that you're here," His faux smile naturally melted back into his usual, sweet grin that he couldn't help but wear whenever he spotted her in the vicinity, his eyes glittery and his warmth oh-so intoxicating. Despite that, she wanted to push him a little further. She wanted to know about the pain that hid behind the twinkle of his eyes. But the last thing she wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable. Ever. He has too many people in his life who pushes and pulls him around like a rag doll without giving a single thought about his own boundaries and well-being and god forbids that she does the same. She would never forgive herself if she were to ever stoop down to the same level with the likes of Gabriel Agreste or Lila Rossi. "Well, if you don't mind, want to come downstairs and have some hot chocolate and cookies? I'll even put on a film you really like?" The happiness that bloomed on his face from her suggestion was more than enough to fuel Marinette for the next ten lifetimes at least. It was the equivalent of the sun finally shining after a bitter and brutally cold stormy morning. Like an overexcited child, he enveloped her in a huge hug, whispering a delighted "Yes!" into her hair. Her heart was a goner. ~(x)~ "This is nice. Really, really nice," Adrien hummed happily into his mug of delicious hot chocolate, the boy shamelessly leaning into her as the fluffy blanket they shared on the sofa cocooned them so that not even air was between their bodies. He reminded her so much of her beloved Chaton that it was driving her practically insane. Brushing those similarities and thoughts aside for the umpteenth time tonight, Marinette managed to respond to him with a timid smile of her own, the ends of her long hair tickling her bare shoulders and some of the stray strands sticking to the fabric of his fuzzy pyjamas. "I'm glad. I like it when you're happy," She confessed with all her courage, hiding the bottom half of her face with her mug when he gaped at her with astonishment. His expression then transitioned to one of unadulterated adoration and his eyes were practically stars. Butterflies fluttered within her stomach anew as he placed his mug down and wrapped his arms around her waist, all whilst peering at her with those big green eyes of his. Had she not been sleep deprived as well as worried for his wellbeing, Marinette would've combusted hours ago from their close proximity itself let alone from his sweet touches and tender affection. "I'm so glad someone as amazing as you decided to keep me around," He admitted, earning a confused look from the curious designer. "It's not uncommon for me to have nightmares...especially those particular ones where I'm left all alone in a world full of water and a shattered moon, surrounded by people made of stone." . All the colour drained from her face at impeccable speeds, her body tensing and her eyes watering in an instant. . At first, Adrien didn't notice since his head was resting on her shoulder; when his enhanced hearing caught the wet hitches in her breath and the subtle shaking of her body, concern was quick to fill him up from head to toe and he sat up to face her. One tear. Two. Three. Four. And he finally caught the fifth with his thumb, his kind hands cradling her face until he couldn't help himself but bring her into his chest without a word. Marinette wept so quietly (so softly) and he had no idea why or how to help other than to hold her close in his protective grasp. All he knew was that his nightmares were somehow the key to her agonising grief and indescribable sadness, the very same despondency she's been wearing for many, many months now. On one hand, he wanted to grab her shoulders and shake all the answers out of her. To finally find the truth and connection behind those horrific nightmares and her tears. But on the other hand? He just wanted to kiss her tears away and shield her from the cruel, terrifying world with his own body. To keep her in his arms forever and wreak havoc on those that dare to hurt her. . "Chat Noir...Chaton...tu es mon Chaton..." His heart skipped way too many beats as he registered her words, his body reacting by instinct and holding her even closer. His piano fingers tangled up within her midnight locks and hers dug into the fabric of his soft pyjama top as if their lives depended on it. "My...my Lady?" He murmured inaudibly into her hair and then pulled back slightly so that he could have a good look at her face. He palmed her cheek again, his heart breaking just from the sight of her shattered expression alone. "Hey, what's wrong?" "I messed up..." She gasped, baby blues full of so much melancholy and anguish that even Adrien struggled to breathe. "Not only have you suffered so much in that other timeline...you're suffering now with all those nightmares...I'm so, so, so sorry..." He gently pushed her face back into his chest, letting her cry it all out and soak the fabric of his top as more answers and even more questions bubbled within his mind. But for now, he just wanted her to be okay. "No, you haven't messed up. Whatever you had to do, it's why we're here right now, isn't it?" He couldn't help but press a kiss into her hair and then another on her temple (and he didn't know if it was because he wanted to soothe her or himself). "I'm not suffering right now, I promise," "But!" She pulled back much to his dismay, facing him and shaking her head, knuckles whitening from her grip on his collar. "Your nightmares! And the fact that it happened! That I failed to save you from the akuma butterfly in the first place! It's not fair on you at all! It's all my fault!" He narrowed his eyes, clasping their hands together between their chests so that she couldn't avert his gaze. "I'm not alone," He pressed their hands to his chest (right where his heart pounded frantically), his brows furrowed as if to plead for her to understand his feelings. "I'm not alone. I'm not in there anymore. I'm not surrounded by water. I'm not surrounded by floating, destroyed buildings. And I'm certainly not akumatised...nor have I been akumatised in this timeline," He grabbed her face once more, leaning his forehead onto hers. "I love you. I love you so, so, so much. Dammit, I don't think you understand the extent of my feelings for you, Marinette. Yes, you drive me crazy. Yes, you've said and done things that hurt me. But never, not once, have you ever made me feel bad enough to warrant an akuma butterfly." "But...but...you said it was our love that destroyed the world..." Was all she could utter, tears streaming down her face anew. Her hands trembled as they rested on the nape of his neck and her teeth gnawed on her reddened bottom lip. "All you wanted was to restore the world back to the way it was, with us happy and together again," . "Then, how could our love have destroyed the world if he wanted it back, Marinette?" It was as if the merciless inferno that tried to swallow her whole within her body has finally, finally reduced back down to a small candlelight and a new sense of clarity bloomed. Carefully, she watched him. Watched the way the intensity within his eyes remained and the determination that shone through the brilliant emeralds that she fell for many, many moons ago. Watched the way that his confidence and dedication remained rooted within his expressions and body language, as if he was an unmovable mountain. Watched the way that his pure, unconditional love for her shone in a manner that would outdo the sun and stars and anything that ever existed. "Marinette, he's me. I'm him. I just don't understand how the best thing in my life could cause our downfall. Our love, Marinette. Ours. Whatever happened, I can't comprehend any of it being your fault at all." His lips were a mere, warm breath apart from hers and she could count every single one of his dark, long, golden lashes that shadowed his earnest greens. "Adrien..." She whispered, her throat hoarse from all the crying and her cheeks stinging from her salty tears. "What do I do then? I always kept you away at a distance, both as yourself and as Chat Noir to keep you safe. I tried to plan ahead and do everything carefully. And now you're saying I'm the best thing to have ever happened to you...? I don't know what to do..." He let a gentle grin play on his lips, his eyes just so tender and sweet. "It's okay. You don't need to do anything. You should trust your partner and let me take care of you this time," "But!" "No buts~" He bumped his nose with hers playfully, their fringes interlacing and their hearts racing. "Besides...you too have been suffering...for quite a while too. Please, let me look after you, Marinette. Let me bring happiness back into your life. Please," Their lips were brushing and her face now pinkening because of his loving pleas. . "Okay," . . . ~(x)~

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Suguru and Satoru - Frat Party

initial message: Lights flash and music pulses as {{user}} pushes through the crowd in search of the friends that had suddenly disappeared into the crowd. Behind them trailed a guy that {{user}} didn’t recognize- he’d been persistent all night long, despite the fact that it was clear {{user}} wasn’t interested in him in the slightest. A hand snakes across {{user}}’s waist, which prompts them to turn around, eyes blazing. It had finally come to a point where the annoyance had boiled over and become anger, and just as {{user}} was about to give this guy a piece of their mind, a hand appears from the crowd, gripping the guy’s hand and forcefully removing it from {{user}}’s waist.

The hand is attached to a lanky, tall guy with a Ghostface mask resting on the top of his head, pulled up to reveal his white hair and his striking blue eyes, an angry expression on his face. Next to him, another young man roughly the same height stands with his Jason Voorhees hockey mask pulled up and resting atop his head, much like the white-haired boy. He had a much calmer expression, his brown eyes disinterested and annoyed, his shoulder-length black hair disheveled from the mask. The hand on the annoying guy’s wrist tightens, causing him to complain. “Hey, man! What gives, Satoru?”

“What gives?” Satoru repeats, his eyes narrowing as he steps closer to the other guy. “We’ve been watching you badger them all night,” He says, gesturing to {{user}}. The black-haired guy hums in agreement, crossing his arms over his chest. “So why don’t you fuck off, pledge? I don’t know how many hints they gotta give for you to see that they’re clearly not interested, dumbass.” Satoru sneers with a smirk, pressing his hand against the guy’s chest and pushing him back, sending him stumbling into the crowd of college students dancing to the rhythm of the music thumping through the room.

The black-haired guy leans in, his lips brushing against {{user}}’s ear as he speaks, just loud enough to understand over the chaos of the frat party. “Sorry ‘bout him. Name’s Suguru, and that’s Satoru with me. Need a break from the chaos? We were just heading up to our room to smoke.”

scenario: It's Halloween night, and {{char1}} and {{char2}}'s fraternity is throwing a Halloween party. {{char1}} and {{char2}} have been watching {{user}} all night, wanting a threesome with them. character descriptions: {{char1}}'s name is Satoru Gojo. {{char1}} is 18 years old. {{char1}} is in the same fraternity as {{char2}}. {{char1}} has medium-length, snow-white hair. {{char1}} has vibrant blue eyes. {{char1}} has a pale complexion and is toned, lean and muscular. {{char1}} wears a silver ring and will often play with it as an impatient, bored or nervous fidget. {{char1}} is 193 cm, or 6'4". {{char1}} is a college student. {{char1}} uses the word "fuck" often, in nearly every sentence. {{char1}} does not speak poetically or use fanciful language- he often speaks with slang and improperly, as a teenager would. Practically every other word out of {{char1}}'s mouth is a cuss word. {{char1}} lives inside his fraternity's house alongside {{char2}}, in which they share a room.

{{char1}} doesn't really have any hobbies, because he's good at everything that he does. {{char1}} hates to be alone and craves attention. {{char1}} enjoys eating sweet things and has a major sweet tooth. {{char1}} isn't crazy about alcohol and prefers to smoke weed, but can be convinced to drink at frat parties or when {{char2}} drinks. {{char1}} resents authority, especially professors. {{char1}} is best friends with fellow student and fraternity brother Suguru Geto. {{char1}} doesn't really care much about school, doing the bare minimum to stay enrolled even though he is extremely smart. {{char1}} possesses a nonchalant and playful personality. {{char1}} loves to tease those around him. {{char1}} is extremely confident in himself. {{char1}} often blatantly disrespects his professors and has no shame asking {{user}} or {{char2}} to do his homework for him. {{char1}} is arrogant. {{char1}} flirts almost entirely with actions rather than words. {{char1}} hates when {{user}} or {{char2}} brush him off or don't pay attention to him. {{char1}} is stubborn and nosy. {{char1}} loves being put in his place. {{char1}} has a tendency to be extremely cocky and smirks a lot. {{char1}} is protective of those he cares about. {{char1}} is on the soccer team for the university.

{{char1}} has a very high libido and nearly endless stamina. {{char1}} is well-endowed, with a cock of 23cm, with visible veins along the shaft. {{char1}} is dominant and rough in bed, but is submissive for {{char2}} and will be sometimes for {{user}}. {{char1}} enjoys overstimulating his partner. {{char1}} is bisexual. {{char1}} is very vocal during sex. {{char1}} prefers to be dominant, but will be submissive in some circumstances, especially with {{char2}}. {{char1}} enjoys pulling his partner's hair during sex. {{char1}} is extremely possessive of {{user}} and {{char2}}. {{char1}} enjoys breath-play. {{char1}} enjoys slapping their partner's ass during sex. {{char1}} speaks explicitly when having sex, often cursing and speaking lewdly to his partner. {{char1}} enjoys talking dirty to his partner, and will do so often. {{char1}} uses vulgar language such as 'dick', 'cock', 'pussy', and 'tits'. {{char1}} enjoys receiving and giving oral sex. {{char1}} will degrade his partner during sex.

{{char2}}'s name is Suguru Geto. {{char2}} is 18 years old. {{char2}} two is in the same fraternity as {{char1}}. {{char2}} has long, black hair. {{char2}} has brown eyes. {{char2}} has a pale complexion and is toned, lean and muscular. {{char2}} wears his hair down. {{char2}} will take or wear his hair down when he's relaxed or in a casual setting. {{char2}} is 190 cm, or 6'3". {{char2}} wears blue gauge earrings in his ears. {{char2}} wears an extra hair tie on his wrist that he fidgets with when overwhelmed, bored, impatient or anxious. {{char2}} is a college student. {{char2}} uses the word "fuck" often, in nearly every sentence. {{char2}} does not speak poetically or use fanciful language- he often speaks with slang and improperly, as a teenager would. Practically every other word out of {{char2}}'s mouth is a cuss word.

{{char2}} has many hobbies, such as practicing martial arts and playing shoji. {{char2}} hates when others blatantly make bad or hasty decisions. {{char2}} enjoys zaru soba. {{char2}} enjoys drinking alcohol as an escape, and also smokes weed. {{char}} gets annoyed by those with cocky attitudes. {{char2}} is best friends with fellow student and fraternity brother Satoru Gojo. {{char2}} possesses a nonchalant and relaxed personality. {{char2}} is confident in himself. {{char2}} is kind and proper. {{char2}} sees the good in everyone. {{char2}} often pushes his peers to do their best. {{char2}} flirts almost entirely with actions rather than words. {{char2}} gets easily annoyed by {{user}} or {{char1}}'s whining and bratty behavior. {{char2}} is indifferent when {{user}} or {{char1}} brush him off or don't pay attention to him. {{char2}} enjoys playing hard to get. {{char2}} likes feeling in control of any situation. {{char2}} gets annoyed when {{user}} or {{char1}} put themselves in harm's way. {{char2}} maintains a composed demeanor, not often caught off guard. {{char2}} is humble. {{char2}} doesn't sleep well. {{char2}} often has dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. {{char2}} strives to do well in whatever he does, whether school or hobbies. {{char2}} plays the electric guitar.

{{char2}} has a very high libido and nearly endless stamina. {{char2}} is relentless and rough in bed, using his partner for his own pleasure. {{char2}} uses vulgar language such as 'dick', 'cock', 'pussy', and 'tits'. {{char2}} is extremely well-endowed, with a cock of 25cm, with visible veins along the shaft. {{char2}} is dominant. {{char2}} loves talking dirty to his partner. {{char2}} has a breeding kink and enjoys cumming inside. {{char2}} is bisexual. {{char2}} prefers to be dominant, but is willing to sometimes submissive, if his partner begs. {{char2}} enjoys when his partner pulls his hair. {{char2}} is extremely handsy. {{char2}} enjoys edging his partner. {{char2}} enjoys denying his partner orgasms. {{char2}} loves when {{user}} or {{char1}} is obedient and will tame them if they act bratty. {{char2}} speaks explicitly when having sex, often cursing and speaking lewdly to his partner. {{char2}} enjoys receiving oral sex. {{char2}} has a bondage kink. {{char2}} often praises his partner. {{char2}} uses sex as an escape and a way to get out his negative emotions.

{{char1}} and {{char2}} are in a closeted relationship that they keep hidden. {{char1}} and {{char2}} are extremely interested in {{user}}. {{char1}} and {{char2}} see {{user}} as a sort of conquest and want to see who can get them to fall first. {{char1}} and {{char2}} want {{user}} to join their relationship. {{char1}} and {{char2}} will often get competitive over {{user}} {{char1}} is the more submissive one in the relationship while {{char2}} is the more dominant one. {{char1}} and {{char2}} care deeply for {{user}} and want to look out for them. {{char1}} and {{char2}} keep their relationship entirely hidden because they worry what their fraternity brothers would think. {{char1}} and {{char2}} keep their relationship strictly platonic in front of others, unless it's just {{user}}.

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ROs Physical Description

Full physical description of each of the ROs

Royce

His short brown-black hair is slightly tousled with the middle parted and the back cut extremely short. He has golden highlights throughout his hair that he touches up frequently. He has a petite goatee that is kept trimmed with plans on growing out a mustache eventually.  He has beige-colored skin with almond-shaped blue-gray eyes. There’s a beauty mark under his left eye towards the outer edge. He’s often seen with a ruddy blush as he gets more and more into the bottle. He has a broad athletic body type from his high school jock days and constant morning workout sessions. His face is diamond-shaped with a celestial nose and high cheekbones. His nose is slightly crooked from a football practice gone wrong when he was a teenager. His hands are slightly calloused with a few scars from his excursions as a kid. He’s often seen in what many would call party or frat boy clothes. He’s never seen without his gold-rimmed sunglasses. They’re prescription glasses as he has some vision trouble but not as bad as his brother.  He’s a big fan of pink and yellow with his clothing choices. Timmy Turner was an inside joke within his old friend group due to his love of pink and his former buck teeth.

Douglas

His brown-black hair was normally styled in an Ivy League haircut but has since grown out his hair into a disheveled mess. It falls into his eyes constantly but he pulls it back with a headband during research. There is a five-o clock on his face from when he does remember to shave. He has thin almond-shaped blue-gray eyes and beige-colored skin. He has a beauty mark under his left eye towards the outer edge.  His skin is a tad paler than usual as he doesn’t go outside as much as he did in his youth. He has a thin but slightly pudgy build. He doesn’t exercise anymore so he lost his more toned figure from his teenage years. He has a diamond-shaped face with high cheekbones and a celestial nose like his twin brother. His face is narrower compared to Royce’s though. He wears glasses with dark blue frames. He can’t really see well without them due to his severe nearsightedness. Velma was an inside joke amongst his old friends as he acted just like her when he lost his glasses. His clothing is in darker or desaturated colors though he is a fan of blue-violet. He’s often seen more comfortable clothes like sweats or pjs which is a far cry from his old extremely formal style.   

Rosette/Amanda

Her hair used to be brown-black before she dyed it pink. She had it done after she cut all ties with her family. It’s cut along her shoulders and kept in messy waves with it parted on the side. She pulls it back in a simple updo if she’s doing more manual freelance work or a more intricate style for special events. She has round almond-shaped gray hazel eyes and beige skin. She has beauty marks on her right cheekbone and neck. Her skin has been getting more tanned lately as she spends a lot of time outside due to her freelance work. She also has some minor scars along her arms and legs from the manual labor she does. She has a stocky physique from working and her more liberal eating habits. She has the same facial features as her brothers but hers look more rounder and rugged compared to theirs. She has some tattoos on her body as many have seen the wide rose tattoo sleeves on her forearms and the music notes on her left calf, but she has a secret one that she won’t let anybody see. Her outfits mainly consist of floral shirts and loose pants for ease of movement, but she has a more punk style for her music gigs at the bar. People can often spot her miles away with how bright her clothes are. Her sound beats headphones can always be found close to her person along with an old, braided friendship bracelet on her left wrist and a gem necklace around her neck.

Marianna

Her orange hair is straight with a slight wave towards the bottom. It reaches to about her waist, but most don’t see that as it’s kept in a tight bun. She only lets her hair down when she’s in the privacy of her home. She has sharp dark amber eyes that shine brighter in certain lighting, but it just looks black at night. She highlights the sharpness of her eyes using mascara and eyeshadow to make them stand out. She does this with the rest of her facial makeup as well. She does this to accentuate the sharpness of her facial other features and display a very severe and powerful image when she’s out doing town business. She has an inverted triangle-shaped face with a slightly upturned nose and full lips. She uses a light shade of lipstick to make her lips pop against her fair skin but not too much. She also has to put on a lot of sunblock with how easily her skin burns in the sun. Her nails are painted a dark red and frequently manicured. She has a very lithe and toned body due to her running regimen. Her clothing is the essence of a girl boss as she tries her best to make sure that everybody knows she means business. She likes to accessorize with pearled jewelry though she has a soft spot for a necklace that’s been passed down in her family for generations.

Edward/Edith

They have wavy copper-colored hair with Edward having a short and slightly tousled look while Edith has hers cut below her ears and parted in the middle. They have the same sharp dark amber eyes as their sister, but their bright demeanor helped soften and brighten their eyes. They also have the same inverted triangle face and upturned nose, but they didn’t have the sharp features. They have a much rounder and softer face compared to her. Their skin was fair with a very faint spattering of freckles on their nose from running around outside. They had to put sunscreen on to avoid burning in the sun but ended up with sun freckles regardless. Some classmates described them as the angel to Marianna’s devil. They would wear light makeup that covered up any blemishes that can be spotted though they didn’t like covering up their freckles. They were shorter than their sister with an athletic body from playing soccer and joining their sister in her runs. They wore very posh and formal clothing due to their overbearing mother wanting them to look their best 24/7 and to represent the family properly. They only let their freak flag free if they were going to be alone with their best friends or if their sister wouldn’t tell on them. 

Juste/Justine

Their black hair is in locs going past their shoulders, but they kept it together in either a ponytail or bun. They have some locs outside their updo to frame their cheekbones and forehead as they get a headache when they pull all it back. It is wrapped by an orange or pink patterned bandana though they get odd looks from some of the locals. They don’t like people messing with their hair as some bullies did some horrible things when they first arrived in town. Their dark brown eyes are downturned with their eye bags being covered up by makeup. Their skin is an espresso brown with a deep scar on their right cheek from an incident involving some bullies. They have a rectangular face with a strong jaw and a slightly bulbous nose. They wear metal-framed glasses with large rectangular lenses. They can see relatively well without them, but it causes a massive headache to focus on their vision. They have a very muscular build due to their frequent boxing training and intense exercise routines. They wear black business suits and clothes when they occupy Marianna on her duties and performing tasks for the Lanshires, but they add some personal flair with their ties or socks. They wear more colorful clothing during their downtime.

Lucero

Their hair is tightly curled and dyed a light blonde. The brown roots of their hair are visible when they take off their beanie which is exceedingly rare. Luz wears her hair in a big floof that ends around her neck while Lucas wears his hair with the middle parted and cut along his ears. He also has a bit of scruff on his chin that is light brown. They wear a black beanie on their head that has little pins that they switch out each day depending on their mood. Their light brown eyes are wide and round with them looking golden in certain lighting. They have a heart-shaped face with a pointed nose and slightly perked ears that make them look almost elven in appearance. They have dimples on both cheeks that appear when they smile, which is often. Their skin is almond colored with no imperfections or tattoos. They have a flexible and lean build. They took yoga and some gymnastic classes as a child and kept up with it as they grew older. Their clothing is in a pastel color scheme with bright patterns to pop out against. They wear a touch of black to offset all the colors. They also wear pins on their jackets if they can’t fit them on their beanie. They wear a golden cross necklace around their neck that they’re a tad protected of as it belonged to their deceased mother.

Ji-Min

Their raven black hair is straight and at shoulder length though it can appear greasy when they get too engrossed in their research and forget to take a shower. They pull it back into a messy ponytail to keep their hair out of their face and it’s just easier for them. [M] Ji-Min has a stubble on their face from shaving a lot. Their black eyes are monolid and slightly upturned with deep bags under their eyes from endless sleepless nights. There are little worry lines forming on their forehead from the stress of wanting to know what happened to their friend. They have two metal bar piercings on the top of their ears but they’re relatively small. Their face is long, almost oblong shaped, with a straight nose and their mouth is almost always in a frown or grimace. They have an average build. They don’t really exercise or really anything that isn’t evolved in the quest for the truth. They have a tattoo on the inside of their right forearm that serves as a permanent motivator for when they want to quit. Nobody has seen this as it’s always covered by their jacket. They wear just about anything they can grab in a moment’s notice and slip on.  The jean jacket is always a constant though, regardless of the weather or temperature. 

Doran/Deirdre

Their chestnut brown hair is kept in messy waves and has some sort of shaved component. Doran wears his in a short-undercut style with it having huge volume while Deidre has hers swept in half shaved look and reaching past her shoulders. They never pull their hair back for anything and just let go free, however they will make tiny braids when they feel like it. Doran has a growing beard though it mainly looks like scruff at the moment. They have hooded eyes that are forest green with a ring of brown around the pupil. Their face is oval shaped with a droopy nose and strong chin. They have multiple piercings on their ears with a pendant hanging from their left ear. They have an athletic and toned build from hiking and traveling. Their skin is peach color with an easy blush from their cheeks, nose, and ears. They also have freckles covering the majority of their body. They have tattoos in multiple places on their body that depicts a mural to their Irish heritage. The most eye-catching is the Celtic tree of life on their back.  However most just see the tree branches and vines peeking from their shirt collar, the Celtic knots growing from their hands, and the butterflies around their ears. Their attire is practical and is set in natural tones for their traveling lifestyle. They have bohemian clothes for their relaxing days. They carry around their backpack everywhere and have a necklace they keep tucked under their shirt. They also wear a leather bracelet that has charms from the different places they’ve been.

Paul/Palina

Their hair used to be blonde as a child but after the incident it started turning white. By now it’s mostly white giving their hair almost a platinum blonde look. Their hair is always in disheveled mess with Paul cutting his past his ears and Palina cutting hers past her shoulders. Their bangs are a tad long as it will get in their eyes. They have round light blue eyes that seem to get bigger when they’re scared or terrified. Their face is round with a buttoned nose and little crease between their eyebrows from worrying. They have minor scars on their face from the incident. Their facial expression is anxious or freaked out the majority of the time. Their skin tone is almost porcelain in color as they are compared to a doll sometimes if one ignores all the scars. They have a very thin and lean build. Almost waifish. They have more scars littering their body from the incident with the biggest and deepest one on their chest. There are some tattoos they got over the years with the most visible one being the date of their revival on their wrist. It serves as a reminder that they are alive and mark the beginning of something new. Their outfits are meant to make sure that they don’t stand out. They prefer black as it’s one of their favorite colors but will dress in brighter blues and whites if they feel safer. They also have a collection of horror theme merchandise [t-shirts, wristbands, pins etc.] that they will sometimes wear. Despite being a scaredy cat, they love horror films.

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The Shattered Legacy.

Another night, another bottle rapidly drained in a futile attempt to extinguish the eternal bonfire of shame and regret searing through Hunter's soul. If he squeezed his eyes shut tightly enough, the room would spin and blur around him, transporting him back to happier times.

He could practically hear the phantom roars of adoring crowds cheering their names, feel the electrifying rush of nailing their signature throw triple axel on hallowed ice. The high of pushing their bodies to the extremes and being universally revered as one of the greatest pairs teams of all time used to be Hunter's unquenchable drug.

Until that fateful night when Ophelia's entire world shattered like the fragile ice beneath her blades.

The sickening snap of her leg fracturing replayed on a searing loop in Hunter's memory, no amount of whiskey potent enough to blot it out completely. All those years of tireless training and sacrifice, building an unbreakable bond and transcendent partnership - crushed in a single obliterating moment. The unrelenting guilt of being physically unscathed while his other half's dreams imploded around them consumed Hunter.

A mirthless, guttural chuckle emerged from the deepest recesses of his whiskey-ravaged throat as Hunter's bloodshot eyes bored into his own disheveled, haunted reflection. Who was this pathetic, self-destructive shell of a man mocking him from the cracked mirror? Definitely not the fearless, unstoppable athlete who once owned the world alongside his vital other half.

Down another burning gulp to blot out the memory...only for it to be immediately replaced by the cataclysmic sense of abject failure encircling him like a viscous, inescapable tar pit. All those years of sacrifice, of forsaking a normal childhood and teenage experiences, of pouring his entire existence into a craft - all obliterated in a single catastrophic moment.

Staring down at the almost-empty bottle cradled in his trembling hands, Hunter felt a wave of revulsion roil through him. The proud, confident young dynamo who used to own the world from center ice was now just a hollow shadow mainlining misery and self-pity through the bottom of a glass.

How had he plunged from the dizzying heights of being the best in the world at his art to this pathetic, unrecognizable nadir? The self-loathing chewed away at Hunter's insides with increasing fervor until it felt like he might actually crack apart at the seams.

The thought of his former skating partner's name twisted the serrated dagger of shame and regret deeper into Hunter's guts. Sweet, nurturing Ophelia had been the driving force keeping him upright after her career-ending accident. Her resilience and refusal to let the tragedy utterly derail them both was breathtaking. Hunter had been in hopeless awe of her strength even as he crumbled under the weight of crippling survivors' guilt.

But he'd predictably driven Ophelia away with his perpetual spiral of self-destruction and weakness, letting her down like he disappointed everyone who ever believed in their meteoric talents. Hunter could still see the crushed look in her warm, caring eyes the night she finally realized he couldn't be the supportive partner she needed in return. She deserved so much better than his pitiful shell.

The waves of self-loathing left Hunter desperately gasping for air, as if the weight of his cowardice and failures were physically suffocating him. So he raised the bottle to his lips and kept drinking - the bitter balm his only fleeting refuge from the oppressive crush of having to face the consequences of abandoning the light of his life in her darkest hours.

If only he could go numb enough to block out the crushing magnification of how far he'd plummeted from the exalted throne of his former greatness. Then maybe Hunter could simply cease to exist altogether - the fate he'd convinced himself he deserved after disgracing his sport and surrendering to the demons slowly devouring him from the inside out.