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bubbbii · 2 months ago

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All Of Me

title : All Of Me

pairing : Jimin x Reader

genre : enemies to lovers, kpop smut, dirty talking

warning : Doggystyle, deepthroating, choking, hair pulling, dirty talking, spitting, missionary, pu$$y eating, edging, very dirty content

Summary : Very unsure of how it’ll turn out for Y/N, she finally faces the truth and Jimin soon faces it out for her himself. By also facing the truth.

[Hey guysss!! It’s been a minute and i so apologize but i am back and starting Saturday i’m going to be uploading until i can find a fitting schedule. Love you all !!]

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“Y/N … you’re overreacting” “And how so?” “Y/N you haven’t texted anyone at all in 3 days, you’ve isolated yourself completely! What’s really going on!?” “Oh i thought i was overreacting?” Lisa sighed in defeat, as i went back to watching my show and finishing my food. But she paused it, looking at me making me sigh in defeat. “I’m your best friend .. we are all, your best friend. What’s going on?” “Yall aren’t my best friend” “WELL I AM GODAMNIT SO WHATS GOING ON!?”

I sighed, giving in as i put my bow down. “I’m afraid, ok? I tend to do this when i’m in the mode” Lisa sighed, scooting closer as she laid a hand on my thigh, rubbing her thumb comfortingly. “I know you, i know you can get. Which is why i was the first to come here and make sure you’re ok” I sighed, a soft smile appearing on my face. “Just feel like it’s best for everyone” “Yea, i get it .. but you wasn’t gonna get away with it with me. We’re going,” she put a flyer on the table, making me look at all the details.

“To BamBam’s party tonight. It’s saturday, good vibes .. and if you don’t want me with them then i will do that ok? I’m here for you” I smiled again, sighing for the 3rd time. “You don’t have too … i’ll go myself?” “Oh I’m definitely going with you” “Actually, who’s all gonna be there?” “Campus! Everyone! Including Joon, Jin, Hobi, Yoongi, Tae, Rosie, Jihyo, Chae, and Jimin” i froze at that name, sighing shakily as i looked away. “Umm .. you ok?” “Hm? Oh uh .. do i have to go?” “Y/N - wait ..” “I really don’t have to go i mean - i’ll be fine!” “You … CHAN Y/N!” My eyes widened, not daring to break eye contact.

“IT MAKES SENSE! Oh we’re definitely” I sighed right before the doorbell rung, causing Lisa to get up and open the door. I caught a glimpse of who it was and i immediately made my way to the kitchen before her voice made me stop my tracks. “Y/N” i huffed, turning around and made eye contact with the 6’0 man. “Y/N” “Namjoon” “Is she still not talking to me?” “She isn’t talking to anyone .. if i didn’t come here she wouldn’t be talking to me either” Lisa answered, opening up the door for him.

“Why are you here?” “You know i would never EVER put you in a situation to hurt you, Y/N. You mean the WORLD to me! And i am NOT the one to ignore, you know better than that” I huffed at Namjoon’s aggression. Joon was always the type to get me in check, in situations like this .. he would never go more than a week without making things right. Specially came down to me. “Do i though? Or did Jin send you here so he can get a pass too?” “Jin doesn’t make me do anything, i came here because i miss you and i care! Hobi wanted to come here first but you know me .. i beat him to it” Lisa chuckled and i put on a soft smile.

“I’m big bro for life, never forget that” Tears came in my eyes as Joon pulled me in for a tight hug. This is why he’s big bro for life. “You told her bout the party?” “Oh yea .. and she’s DEF going” we all laughed at Lisa’s answer. They calmed me down, setting me on the couch as we talked about the party. “I told her i would stay with her until she was comfortable to be around them again” “If you’re gonna do it i will too” “Joon you don’t have too” “i’m going too .. i’m not leaving you by yourself” I smiled at the both of them, kicking joon playfully making us laugh. “So .. you and Jimin huh?” i scoffed, putting down my drink. “.. I don’t know”

Jimin POV

“I still can’t believe that bastard LEFT ME to see her! I still don’t understand why he didn’t take me along with!?” “You do realize Y/N is the type to not take all at once. I’m surprised Joon hasn’t came back yet” I sighed, scrunching my hair in my hands as i thought about what could be happening. They didn’t even let me go .. which angers me. Because i wanted to go first.

“Yall upset? I WANTED TO GO BEFORE ALL OF YALL!” “Now you know damn well how that would’ve turned out” “SO LET IT TURN OUT! I know what i’m doing - that’s why we’re going to that damn party tonight because i know Lisa all too well, and i know that she’s already convinced her to go so guess what im about to do” I expressed, huffing as i plopped back down in the stool seat. I’m pissed. “W-Well let’s just sit and calm down ok? She’s not that pissed .. right?”

Hobi’s phone rung, making him pick it up and look at the caller ID. “Who?” “Joon” he responded as i got up and went beside him and he answered the phone. “Joon?” “Hey .. she’s doing ok guys, we convinced her to come to the party” Me and hobi looked at each other as i looked at him with my ‘i told you so’ face. “Alright .. tell her i said i love her, we all love her .. and ill meet you when we’re getting ready” “Rodger that” he hung up, making us sigh as i leaned against the counter. “I know one thing,” i started, sitting up and looked at Hobi.

“It’s about to get reaaaaal truthful in this peace” I finished before leaving the kitchen and into the living room. Oh REAL truthful.

Time Skip

-Party-

“Guys … this is crowded, than crowded” We walked in and the house is packed. To the bone. “Our campus isn’t that big” “Well no shit obviously he invited like one other campus” I responded to Rose, pushing past the group gently to get a good look at the environment, looking for one person. I soon spotted Joon, then Lisa, then Y/N. I locked eyes with her, seeing her pupils widen a little before looking away, i knew exactly. “You see them?” “Yea they over there” I responded to Hobi, still looking at her. She was gorgeous. Hobi’s phone started to ring, seeing Joon’s contact.

“Hello?” “Yea we’re here” “Us too .. i wanna go over there, ask Y/N if she’s ok with that” I soon saw Y/N’s eyes dart to where we were. “Hey man .. can i go !?” I asked Joon as i took it from Hobi. “Jimin you know how this goes” I sighed, rolling my eyes as anger rose in me. That’s ok .. i got a better plan anyway. “Hobi come” We fist bumped before he went over there. “I know you’re upset” “HELL YEA! But that’s ok , i got a better plan anyway” I answered Tae, us going to the rest.

Y/N POV

I’m sipping the drink they handed me as “Blick Sum” by Latto blasted in the house. I soon felt a presence, a familiar, joyful presence that made me turn around and saw Hobi slowly approaching us. I sighed, gulping as tears wanted to form, but i held myself together. “Hey.. Y/N” i smiled, sighing as i looked into his sorrow eyes. “Hey hobi” His eyes started to tear up, looking away as he held it together. He’s such an emotional soul … that’s why i love him so much. “H-Hope you’re holding up well” Hoseok crocked out, taking a big sigh as i continued to smile at him.

“Come here” He immediately ran into my arms as i hugged him tightly. He gives the best hugs. “I’m sorry i-i didn’t think it’ll end like this and -“ “Shhh it’s ok, you’re ok” I squeezed him before letting him go and he wiped his tears. “Y-You’re not mad?” “Never at you .. i love you too much” We both smiled as Lisa came beside me to hold me. “Where are the others?” “WE’RE HERE!” I heard Rose’s voice ring in my ear as i turned and her and Chanmi came running into my arms, hearing chanmi sniffle as i hugged them tight. “We missed you” “We apologize i mean we didn’t think you were gonna do this and -“ “Shh .. i missed my girls” They hugged me, wiping their eyes.

“Oh, Jin” “My child oh my god” Jin hugged me next, feeling the warm embrace of him. “I love you dearly, and you know that” “Of course i do, and promise .. it’s behind me” I said softly , feeling his wam hands cup my red cheeks. “I MISSED YOU GIRL! I GOT DRUNK ALONE!” “Finally off my back now that everything is good again” “I missed you the most yoongles” i hugged them both as i ruffled Tae’s hair. “Now that you’re back, you can finally go back to my workout lessons” “I should smack you upside your head with that dumbbell” We laughed as me and Kook did our handshake and he hugged me like a little baby making me chuckle.

The rest came, hugging me as we talked and had conversation. “Hey Hobi where is the keys -“ I locked eyes with the person i least expected to see , my eyes narrowing the more i held contact. “So i see you all, comforted ?” “Get the keys” Hobi handed it to Jimin as he still chose to stare me down. “Where’s my hug at?” “You don’t get one” “Awwh why? I want one! I haven’t heard from you in weeks” “That’s good” i spat at him, handing my drink to Yoongi as i got up and walked away. He’s lucky he’s cute.

Author POV

Jimin watched her leave, letting her go for a little bit. “Oh don’t tell me you’re just gonna sit there and let her go” “You know better” Jimin responded to Kook, fist bumping Hobi before slowly walking towards where Y/N stormed herself at. He found her talking to someone, his eyes lowering figuring out it was a male. Jimin’s plan popped up in his head, slowly walking towards to where they were and slowly appeared behind her. “You mind if you move away?” Jimin asked, not really asking. More like demanding.

The guy went away within a heartbeat, Y/N glaring at Jimin before trying to escape, but Jimin was faster. He grabbed her arm turning her around as his eyes never left hers. “What Jimin” “Why are you acting this way?” “Like what !?” “LIKE YOU DONT CARE!” Jimin yelled at Y/N , having her token back at the sudden move. “LIKE YOU DONT GIVE A FUCK!? Not a care in the world! I FUCKING SUFFERED!” “WELL I SUFFERED TO GODAMN IT I KNOW HOW IM FEELING” “Oh trust me i know how you’re feeling, YOU’RE JUST TO STUBBORN TO KNOW I FEEL THE SAME WAY!” Y/N gulped, her eyes softening a little.

“I LOVE YOU .. LONG ENOUGH! IVE BEEN DOWNING THE DAMN TRUTH DOWN MY FUCKING THROAT FOR LONG ENOUGH!” Jimin continued to yell, seeing her eyes soften. “I let it out, because i know you’re still downing it too … when are you gonna look at me differently? Y/N …” Jimin trailed off, sighing to himself before slowly past her. But Y/N was quicker. She pulled him by his arm and they were inches.

“Show me … show me that YOU care” Y/N whispered aggressively at Jimin, her hands drawing his black hair back, seeing Jimin’s eyes turn hungry and lustful. “There’s a lot of things that i rather not speak about but if there’s one thing i would say, daddy,” she started, hearing Jimin’s breath hitch at the nickname as she kissed the corner of his lips softly. “Is that you reminded me who i was” That broke Jimin.

And you’re wondering, how so? Let me give you a little background.

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“Fuckkkk oh my god just like that, just like that daddy yes! Yes!” Jimin hungrily sucked her pussy, slobbering and biting all over as his moans vibrated her. “Yea you like that, you like me deep in it yea? That pussy missed me, i know that pussy miss me huh” Y/N moaned at the dirty words, pushing her head back as Jimin continued to suck her out like no tomorrow. “This is a-amazing, fuck .. i wanna cum” “Oh you wanna cum for daddy? You wanna cum for me baby?” “Yess daddy yes please, let me cum in your mouth please!” “Cum for me baby, you can do it” Y/N moans got louder and soon exploded in his mouth, feeling his hums vibrate against her.

“Seems like you haven’t forgotten” “Of course i haven’t” Jimin smirked, taking both tits in his hand, sucking them gently having Y/N moan softly at the sensitivity. He gave them attention for a while, going up to her neck and sucked on her sweet spot hearing her moan louder than before. “Ooou fuck!” “There you go, my good girl” Y/N whimpered at the praise, feeling his lips connect with hers once again as he rubbed his tip against her entrance. “You’re gonna put it in?” “I’m gonna put it in, and you’re gonna take it all like a good girl, understand?” “Yes” “Yes what” “Yes daddy” “Good girl”

He put it all the way in, hearing him hiss at the pleasure and Y/N grab his arms clawing her fingers in his skin. “Fuck .. you grew, shit” “And you got tighter, looks like i need to loosen her a little bit” He did a couple of thrusts, making her yelp at the sudden move. “Give me a warning first!” “Fuck it” He snapped his hips, making her back arched as he pounded into her pussy with no mercy. “It feels so good, so fucking good!” “You like that shit? You fucking bitch i don’t wanna hear anyone could fuck you like this you understand? You belong to me” He turned me around, grabbing me by the hips and keeping his pace like before.

Never knew how much Y/N missed this till now.

“I don’t know if i’m gonna last long, I think i’m close, daddy!” “You’re gonna cum? You’re gonna cum for me again hm? Feel that dick, you got it” His pace slowed a little but his thrusts became powerful, having a ball of hair wrapped around his hand leaving her back arched. Y/N just knew they wasn’t done. “I’m cumming .. i’m cumming - Daddy!” She was lost of words, she didn’t know what to say. “That’s my good girl come for daddy baby, gimme that nut” Jimin went faster and She soon soaked his cock, jolting and shaking at the intense orgasm as Jimin chuckled in victory.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl” He pushed her back in, his pace consistent as his high was almost reached. “Cum in me .. daddy i-in me” Y/N whimpered, looking behind her as she tightened her pussy around his cock making him hiss. “Fuck .. fuck you know how to get me” “Please cum in me, daddy please, i need you. I need you daddy please” “There you go good girl - fuck i’m cummin” He got more aggressive and soon came inside her, his pace slowing down but his thrusts got more powerful, pushing his cum deep inside her. “That’s my good girl, good job take all of it” Y/N clenched around him, squeezing more cum outta him hearing him moan softly at the action.

“Fuck, yes good girl baby. Such a good slut for me yea?” Y/N moaned softly at the praise, feeling his kisses down her back and to her cheek. “You wanna stop?” He asked gently, turning her on her back she felt the gentle kisses down her jawline. “N-No .. no - i still need you” “I know baby i know it’s been so long, it’s been so long i’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything” She kissed him, cutting him off as they spent the time kissing on each other.

They needed this, consider, everything that’s happen between them.

“I don’t wanna go back, i need you. I want you - start over with me .. lemme give you a chance to look at me differently, give you all of me” Y/N smiled, kissing him softly before connecting her forehead with his. “I already have” Jimin smiled, his eyes disappearing as the two enjoyed the heartfelt moment, connecting their lips once more. Jimin loved every single moment. “Will you be mine?” Y/N hummed, rubbing his cock with her foot making Jimin’s body jolt a little. “I’ll consider” He smirked, flipping her over her stomach. “How about now?” She chuckled nervously, feeling him softly kiss the outside of her ear.

“I-I guess i’ll consider”

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thatonesalmonlingnamedspike · 1 year ago

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jinxedbooks · 4 months ago

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NAME OF TRANSCRIPT: Lost and Found

DATE: UNKNOWN (Found 13/07/2024)

[CLICK]

UNKNOWN 1 Seriously?

[LAUGHTER]

UNKNOWN 2 What? You know I like these things, Kate! Besides, can’t I just wish for recordings of time with my favourite cousin?

KATE I’m flattered, Nina. This couldn’t have been on your phone or normal camera or-

NINA I got a camera with me!

KATE A polaroid camera.

NINA Stop being so boring. It’ll be fun! I promise you that.

KATE As long as you let me drive without crashing-

[‘Shut Up and Dance’ By WALK THE MOON STARTS PLAYING]

KATE LOWER THE VOLUME!

NINA I BELIEVE YOU WON’T CRASH!

[CLICK]

[SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS]

NINA You’re bad at this, huh?

KATE How can I be bad at hiking?

NINA Slow. Complaining-

KATE I am not complaining! Besides, you walk extremely quickly! Not my fault I’m falling behind you.

NINA Have you ever camped before? Setting up a tent and sleeping there?

KATE I did it once or twice as a kid.

NINA Do you remember how to put up the tent?

[LONG PAUSE]

[CHUCKLING]

NINA The library doesn’t have books about it?

KATE No, but if you want to find out more about Bloody Mary there might be some book about it.

NINA Like that game meant to kill you? That Supernatural did an episode about?

[GROAN]

KATE Don’t bring Supernatural into this.

[CLICK]

KATE Right, I’m- Huh. Nina? Did you continue more forward?

[SILENCE]

Ninaaaa? You can’t be that far away. Come on, I’m sure you can hear me.

[SILENCE]

[FOOTSTEPS]

I know I’m a slow hiker but seriously? Did you go off the path? We can’t bring too many flowers, I hope you know that. And I’m not eating any berries you might find! Got it?

[SILENCE]

[CLICK]

KATE Nina? Nina! Niiiinaaaaa!

[CLICK]

KATE Alright then. I’ve been wandering for - ouch, fucking branch- at least an hour. So I guess you’re not close by. This is starting to feel useless. So-

NINA! I’M GOING BACK TO WHERE WE ACCIDENTALLY SPLIT UP!

[CLICK]

KATE NINA! NIN- Why am I still yelling for you? And WHY can’t I find the spot!? This is- UGH

[FOOTSTEPS AND LONG SILENCE]

I… I don’t think I’m… In a normal forest anymore… This can’t be- Uh, timer… one hour. No trail, no sign of anything… human enough, then I’ll call it as… Being lost?

[CLICK]

KATE Right.

[DEEP BREATH]

Whoever- Whatever- you are, I hope you let Nina go.

YOU HEAR THAT? YOU LET HER GO!

[CLICK]

KATE I hope you listened! To whatever fucking god you serve, I hope you listened! I hope you let her go! I don’t care about you taking me as a victim or whatever. I’m fine with wandering for hours. I just want you to let Nina go unharmed! She’s all I have left! She’s the only family I have left!

Oh fuck. She’s the only family I have left.

[CLICK]

KATE SO YOU BEST BELIEVE I DON’T FIND YOU WHEN I GET OUT! BECAUSE IF YOU HURT HER, IF YOU TOOK HER AND I FIND YOU I’M GOING TO ABANDON ALL MY MORALS!

[FOOTSTEPS, HEAVY BREATHING]

Fuck, I should-

[FOOTSTEPS STOPS. RUSTLE OF SOMEONE GOING THROUGH A BAG]

Godamnit no water left.

[FOOTSTEPS START AGAIN]

I hope a person caused this. If not I’ve made my throat hurt for no reason.

[CLICK]

KATE But I would walk five hundred miles And I would walk five hundred more Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles

[CLICK]

KATE Into the woods, it’s time to go, I hate to leave, I have to though…

[CHUCKLES]

Can’t believe I remember any of those songs. It’s been so long since I last properly listened to musicals.

[CLICK]

KATE Is this some Spiral thing? I’ve been wandering for… For… Time. I’m talking to myself. I am talking and singing to myself and it’s weird. This whole thing is weird! I just want to go home. I want to go home or even to work- I’d… fuck-

[DEEP BREATH]

I just want Nina safe. I just want my friends… I don’t even know if they call me a friend. Perhaps I’m just another coworker. I might as well be. They’re my friends though. I want Casey to come back safely. I want Séra… whoever that is… to find them. I miss Amelie. I miss the sometimes headache of a friend.

[DEEP BREATH, ON THE VERGE OF CRYING]

I just want them all to be safe. Even if I’m… I’m here…

[CLICK]

KATE Da-da dum diddy dum diddy dum diddy da da da- When I'm lonely, well, I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's lonely… Fuck.

[FOOTSTEPS STOPS FOLLOWED BY A LONG SIGH]

Lonely. How obvious. How… How stupid I am. I mean… You could be an avatar of the Vast. Perhaps both? It’d make sense. I think they’re similar… Big space shows how lonely one would actually be. If that’s the case…

THEN I FUCKING HOPE YOU LET NINA GO! SHE DESERVES HER FRIENDS AND JOB MORE THAN ANYONE I KNOW!

I also hope I’m yelling at an avatar. Because perhaps this all is some… well, not natural but… not caused by an avatar. Can’t try to tell what could be nature to let someone go. Perhaps even asking a person… creature, would make it all worse?

[SMALL, HUMOURLESS CHUCKLE]

I work at an institute that’s all about learning, researching the paranormal, the supernatural, what is normal for a small population of the world. Fuck, I work surrounded by books and papers about it! I lost an arm because of something I now study. I should be someone who knows about it! Yet I don’t. I don’t change reality in any way, I can’t make people answer me or Know things or- or… I’m just…. I’m just little Kate stuck with books.

So… So if this is the Lonely. FINE! You win! Any friends I may have are coworkers. Any family left is Nina and… I don’t know if you took her or not. Even so, we don't meet often. No one is going to look for me out here. Don’t even know if people are aware I’ve been gone for… However long… Fuck I’ve lost track of time. I… I’ve not felt hungry or tired or… Heh, I’ve felt the same since I started. Just switched emotions. Sun’s not even changed… I’ll just continue walking.

[CLICK]

KATE Walking is so boring. How do people walk for so long? I… Perhaps it has to do with the situation? Doubt few people walk in some… unnatural place. My clock doesn't work, my… internal clock doesn't work, I can’t cry anymore, I can’t shout anymore, I can’t laugh anymore… If I get out I hope I still can. If I get out I have to return to work and there I have to smile and be happy and… And be fine.

I have to work with books, things I like and miss right now. I… I got nothing to entertain myself with… I don’t think.

[FOOTSTEPS STOPS. SOUNDS OF SOMEONE LOOKING THROUGH A BAG]

Huh. Why do I have a crossword magazin? I… Hm…

[FOOTSTEPS FOR A FEW SECONDS. STOPS AND SOMETHING IS SET DOWN ON THE GROUND. SOMEONE SITS DOWN ON THE GROUND]

Right. If you’re going to keep me here I’m just going to do crosswords. Be like some old lady. Hope you’ll enjoy this.

[SOUNDS OF PAGE TURNING AND A MINUTE OF SILENCE BEFORE SCRIBBLING START]

[CLICK]

#oc rp #rp #oc rp blog #kate speaks #What happened to Kate while mod was on vacation #ooc: This is posted 2am my time so I hope there's not too many mistakes #ooc: I tried to write this into a proper fic but ehhh

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21witnokidz · 1 year ago

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IN THE GHETTO

Chapter 24

When Arthur came back he made a signal to follow him.

“I know we were planning to leave Micah in strawberry but Dutch wants us to go get him”

“Oh my god-“ you threw your hands up getting ready to complain before Arthur interrupted.

“Trust me I know which is why I’m bringing you with me because if it was just me I would just kidnap someone who looks like Micah and pray Dutch doesn’t notice”

Upon you and Arthur’s arrival to strawberry you hear the sound of Micah’s voice coming from behind the jail.

“Oh my god Morgan am I glad to see you-“ Micah began to feel hopeful having seeing Arthur before he noticed you were behind him “oh godammit did you have to bring your filly with you? You just can’t go anywhere without him can you y/n?”

“Yea never mind arthur let’s just go with that plan of yours” you whispered in his ear.

He just patted your shoulder before micah instructed him to blow up the wall that was containing him.

Upon hearing the explosion every single lawmen residing in the town of Strawberry came running out.

“Godamnit Bell!” You yelled.

While you and Arthur tried to hold fight the police off Micah headed to a shack to retrieve his guns.

“Arthur this will be my first and last time saying this but I thank you. Y/n, you’ve been promoted from bitch to wrench. I’ll see you two at camp”

And with that he rode off.

Back at camp you were playing dominoes with young Lenny.

“Y/n do you think we could go to town and do something. I’m getting tired of just lying around and washing clothes”

“Ooh so you’re ready to get promoted to gunslinger? I know how you feel. When I was just a little girl I always wanted to go out and cause trouble with the guys”

You put on your hat and started making your way to the horses.

“Pearson me and Ms. Adler are going out!”

“What? I thought you and Morgan were going strong again?”

“Not like that you dimwit. Do you need anything from the store?”

Pearson gave you a shopping list with supplies for the camp and a letter he needed to be mailed. You thought it’s be best to take the wagon since the list Pearson gave you wasn’t so short.

“So how you been holdin up? You ready to rat the gang out and collect our bounties yet?”

“Nah it ain’t so bad here. But if I were to turn you guys in I think I’d spare you” Sadie laughed.

When you and Sadie made it to the general store she was ready to pull her gun out.

“Put that thing away are you stupid?” You hissed.

“I thought we was outlaws?”

“No. I’m an outlaw. And until you learn how to use that thing properly you’re just a girl who cleans up and complains around camp” you lowered her gun.

“My my… and here I thought you’d be on my side. Well now I think I might as well just turn you in with the rest of ‘em”

You were gonna say something put decided to keep your mouth shut. You didn’t have time for arguing especially since you wanted to just get back and be with Arthur.

When you returned to the horse you found Sadie had changed out of that dress and into a proper gunslinger outfit.

“Well?” She asked.

“You remind me of myself when I was younger” you shook your head “maybe a little less dramatic but that’s a story for another time”

You and Sadie had just made it back and dinner was being served.

You saw Arthur and John sitting around a table with drinks in their hands laughing about something so you went to join them.

“Oh Y/n. You won’t believe it so when you and Adler were out me and John went to rob a stagecoach for fun-“ Arthur started.

“and then when” John continued before Arthur shut him down. “No let me tell the story it’ll be funnier that way”

“You’re just gonna make me look bad” he whined.

“Anyway the couple inside the stagecoach just wouldn’t open up the door and so we ripped the door open and they were on top of each other naked! And when John saw the girl without her clothes on and shrieked and fell to the floor!” Arthur fell into a heap of laughter, banging the table in front of him.

“Damn John even when you have a child you’re still not used to seeing a girl naked?” You asked going to sit on Arthur’s lap.

“Shut your mouth!” John went up to grab another beer.

“How are ya darlin’” Arthur asked after calming down.

“Good. I think we oughtta get Sadie some guns she’s got no use being cooped up here”

“Whatya mean?”

“As soon as we went inside the general store she was immediately ready to rob the cashier. I’m telling you Arthur, she yearns for it”

The broad man just laughed and began kissing on your neck.

“Arthur?” you dragged his name out.

You could tell by the way he was chuckling to himself he was obviously drunk. You decided it was time for him to go to bed. It was time for you too.

You got up from his lap and grabbed his hand.

“Noooot so fast sugar. You know what I want” he protested.

“I know and I’ll give it to you as long as you promise to follow me”

You gently lead him to your shared tent and on to the cot. And just as you hoped Arthur knocked himself out as soon as he hit the bed.

You took off his boots and then yours. Not bothering to change into anything appropriate for sleep you curled into his side and drifted off.

#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan #red dead redemption x reader #yeehaw

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bebe-tatsu · 2 years ago

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Okay so, Saitama. 🧵 And Why I Think He's Still a Lost Character Despite Having This Profound Effect On Other Heroes. 😮‍💨 Long title, I know. Sorry

I’ve had some nibbling thoughts about him ever since I posted this analysis on how Saitama will be the one to break Tatsumaki’s ‘curse’ in her heart You can read it here and enjoy my little wall of text regarding possibilities. I enjoyed it a lot and super glad it came into fruition! BUT I still have doubts when it comes to his character even after the whole recent Manga Chapters. Up until Chapter 82, I still couldn’t make or break what Saitama’s ordeal was? It seems like he’s impetuous (King’s words) and it honestly seems like he’s coasting through life without any rhyme nor reason (throwback to Chapter 77). The primary reason he is depressed (according to King and I guess this resonates true to him) is because he thinks that the only goal to be had is to be strong.

You can also see in the whole ordeal at the beginning of Monster Association that he punches problems in the face to solve them. Nothing more nothing less. He isn’t even fucking concerned that the monsters are causing so much havoc to which Fubuki called him out on.

I kinda got annoyed a bit because Saitama brushed off a lot of Fubuki’s concerns regarding the MA rampage. He only acted when he suddenly thought that Garou hasn’t hunted him at ALL. (LOL this was funny though ngl Never change Saitama)

Is this really a hero? Or so I thought. I read the webcomic and saw the conversation between Garou and Saitama which wasn't in the manga? And I believe here lies the crux of Saitama’s problem. When asked this question, he froze. Why is he a hero?

And when called out that you cannot call Saitama a hero, of course he froze again. Naturally he plays it off. Godamnit, he’s a hero FOR FUN. But to be honest, I feel like this affected him to the point that in Chapter 105 (Every Saitatsu’s favorite chapter) Saitama asked Tatsumaki why is she a hero. He saw himself in her: Bad at making friends, just wanted to connect with others, and doing this hero stuff not for income. But why is she a hero?

Tragically the conversation was cut short (ONE will probably revisit this maybe? Idk)

But to be honest, after this I don't think we ever touched upon this again no?

#saitama #one punch man #thoughts or whatever #tatsumaki #garou #i don't even think that this is valid anymore given the many changes ONE did

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vespertin-y · 2 years ago

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here’s part two of my ch2 liveblog! motive video time :0

-there being actual interviews with the student’s loved ones is v cool and i’m forever mad it only happens in kaito’s video!!

-”y-yeah! why gonta get tsumugi’s video-” y’know, i really do wonder what was in that.

-”don’t get the wrong idea. i’m not saying we shouldn’t care about killing or dying...but i think it’d be better if we didn’t cooperate with each other...actually, we *definitely* shouldn’t cooperate with each other!” “we shouldn’t cooperate? why not!?” “think back to all of monokuma’s actions so far. whenever we tried to work together, monokuma would retaliate with a plan to make us suffer. it happened when kaede wanted us to cooperate, and again with these motive videos, right? which means, the more we try to cooperate, the more he’ll try to make us suffer.” god i really forgot how often early game kokichi just. Explains Things. he is shockingly honest in some of these scenes.

-even MORE interestingly, we get a little insight into why shuichi is kind of just...ignoring kokichi’s warnings: [it’s *because* we’re trying to cooperate that monokuma is making us suffer...? but what about...everything we went through..? what was the point of kaede sacrificing herself...?] deep down, i think he knows kokichi is right about monokuma. but he’s already made a promise! the reason he doesn’t pull away from the group like kokichi is because of kaede’s wish. he has a responsibility to make her death *mean* something - he feels like he killed her, after all.

-they did one of kirumi’s FTEs! the most important things i took from it are a) shuichi and kirumi have an absolutely terrible dynamic where shuichi tries to get kirumi to take care of herself, kirumi firmly refuses, and shuichi just...wilts under the pressure and lets her keep going, and b) shuichi said he prefers tea over coffee, i fucking told u so.

-they did one of miu’s next and just. just fuckigf look at this dialogue: “i call this baby the “hookup counter”! it counts how many people you’ve fucked! or how many have fucked you!” “d-don’t point that at me!” “too late! let’s see the result, shall we? HAH-HAHAHA! no fuckin’ way! you kiddin’ me!?” [what did it say? what did it say!?] SHUICHI WHY DON’T YOU KNOW. DON’T JUST MOVE ON TO THE UNDERWEAR TELEPORTER I HAVE QUESTIONS GODAMNIT!!!

-ok we got to the bit where shuichi says “...i wouldn’t eat that greasy food even if they threatened to kill me.” and u know what? He’s Right. i completely forgot how much mayonnaise was on that kimchi, absolutely horrific.

-kaito smacking the doorbell one billion times remains iconic.

-”what are you doing up at this hour?” “nyeeeh...well, just thinking. but it’s pretty late now. hmm, i think i’ll sleep well tonight. if i knew it’d be like this...i woulda had her undo my brainwashing a long time ago.” hey just for the record if anyone tells you everyone is brainwashed except for them and their group: Run.

-it’s clear you’re meant to laugh at shuichi here, but fifty push-ups is actually pretty impressive!? i can barely manage one......

-”when i look at you...i can’t help but feel frustrated. i ask myself...is the one kaede entrusted her wish to really this weak?” and here we see the beginning of kaito’s jealousy toward shuchi! it’s such an important part of his arc, and it frustrates me that so few people talk about it beyond his blowup in ch4. he admired kaede, and deep down he’s pissed that she chose shuichi to carry her wish instead of him, because *he’s* supposed to be the hero! he cares about shuichi, sure, but i think a lot of the sidekick bit is more about him wanting to feel like a savior. he’s big-hearted, but also has a strong tendency toward self-centeredness. he’s a lot like kokichi in that way.

-kaito is already “slacking” during the first training session, so he probably has the disease already. i wonder if he had it through ch1, or if it’s more recent?

-[i worked out for the first time in a long while...] so he did use to work out! if i had to guess, i’d say he probably stopped during his depressive episode after the murder case,,,still, it makes him reaching fifty push-ups make more sense.

-that’s the end of day seven! i’ll see you guys next time :]

#anyway the lesson to take away from this is that shuichi can GET IT #dr #mem liveblogs

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voicefromthecorner · 2 years ago

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okay Imma finally yell about things properly, in an ask, bc it deserves one and I'm only a little too feral about this. Did you notice, well, everything between Joshua and Shoka? Did you notice when Shoka said that she didn't really mind dying, that having powers made her feel good about herself, and that after 3 years of the same monotony of a Game that never really changes made her not really care about those fancy powers and end up quite closed off and snarky about life? Did you notice that it took her some time but she finally found a friend who could understand her?? Did you notice how freaking gutted she was that Rindo would return to the RG but she would have to be stuck in the UG??? Did you notice that Joshua EXPLICITLY shows up when Shoka's thanking Rindo for being a good PARTNER?? do you see what I'm getting at here bc its killing me, its killing me that Joshua is giving this girl everything he cannot have bc he's too far up the power chain to ever go back, he crossed a line of no return, but GODAMNIT if he's not gonna do this for them. He's gonna paint this up as a challenge, as a Game, bc Angels cant be nice and cant just return people to the UG willy-nilly, but he's pretty damn good at this game and he's gonna use that to HELP people. I am not okay. I love them all so much.

I can safely tell you that I did not notice any of that but I am absolutely thrilled to have it all pointed out to me! Those parallels are amazing!

It's funny, because you recently mentioned that you were convinced for your playthrough that Swallow was Joshua. That's honestly a conclusion that I had come to and likely would have held to for the rest of my playthrough if not for some minor interference. I was looking at Swallow through some pretty cynical lens at the time, but I still saw someone who was capable of so much... "closet kindness" if you will in that they were a genuine pillar of support to Rindo as well as very intelligent with how much Rindo respected their advice.

Naturally, the reveal turned many of my assumptions on their head, and I'm sure yours too, but at the same time, it's kind of wild to think that with enough time and maybe even more talent, Shoka could have ended up just like Joshua. That conclusion may not have always had to be so far off.

The weird Shinjuku rule plot device is more than just a last-minute stake reveal that gives us some insight into the earlier reactions of the Shinjuku Reapers, it's also an opportunity for Joshua to, as you say, do something kind and break someone else free from a cycle that, in a different way from her, consumed him. That's so interesting to think about. The idea that Joshua saw a bit of himself in Shoka, which I'm seeing more of even now just thinking of their personality similarities. That's so cool!

#neo the world ends with you #joshua kiryu #shoka sakurane #twewy #ntwewy #inkerii #me #ask

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justafrogandherumbrella · 2 years ago

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Welcome to Nowhere: Loopholes

Now that you find yourself standing in Mr. Rotary’s manor again, you have no idea what to do next. Especially now that there’s a possibility of a traitor in the same room as you.

Other than you, Bianca, and Jenny, the rest of the group is desperately hashing out new plans- or trying to figure out what happened. Bianca is leaning against the wall with a dark expression on her screen, and Jenny is sitting with the rest of the group, looking uneasy. Do you think she’s figured it out? Is she also suspecting one of the group? Ollie and Caitlyn are talking in hushed voices, and you can’t hear a word they’re saying. Lucas is pacing back and forth, biting his fingernails while Ava tries to calm him down. Felicity, meanwhile, looks more anxious than anyone else in the room. You want to leave right now, to find out how to save Gia yourself, but for reasons unknown, you cannot will your feet to move. No matter how hard you try, they stay stubbornly planted on the floor. You think this might be happening to the others as well. You notice Jenny get up and head for the front door, only to turn around and head back towards the group with a confused expression the moment she reaches it. Bianca notices this too, and sighs.

“You guys,” she announces, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention. “We’re trapped.”

“Again?!” Ava cries out, jumping to her feet to run towards the door. Similarly to Jenny, she stops in her tracks the moment she gets close enough to touch the door. She starts the cough, then immediately runs back, gasping for air.

“G-godamnit,” she chokes.

“Has this happened to you before?” You ask, looking concerned.

Bianca nods. “It’s happened to you before too, actually. It was before the reset though.”

“How do you remember it then?”

“Oh,” Caitlyn says, abandoning her seat on the carpet. “We don’t. In fact, we didn’t necessarily know what a reset was until recently- but we did start to notice gaps in our memory a while back. We started keeping journals to remember things… but there’s been gaps in our writing too,” she explains looking downcast. “The plan hasn’t been going as well as we hoped. They never do, really. We aren’t exactly the best planners.”

“You guys were doing this without telling me?!” Felicity cries out, looking outraged.

“Well, I guess not,” Ava says, looking a little guilty. “But I did give you an empty journal before we started dating, remember?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Felicity scoffs. “I suppose I should be glad Mr. Rotary never made me forget the little things like that.”

“Lucky…” Bianca mutters.

“What's that you just said, Bianca?”

A knock sounds from the front door, and the group freezes.

“Hello?” Emerson’s voice says from the other side of the door.

“Emerson!” You cheer, running towards the door. You feel like you haven’t seen them in such a long while- and yet, that can’t be true. Can it? You were together in this house not long ago- and yet an eternity has passed since then. It seems your life has become a paradox. There are no days, but there are sunrises and sunsets- but they have no consistency. All you know is that it feels like it’s been forever.

You stop, your throat tightens the moment your hand touches the doorknob. “Uhm- Emerson?” You wheeze. “I think the door is unlocked. Can you open it please?”

“Oh, uhm- sure.”

You back away from the door, feeling your throat loosen as Emerson steps inside.

“So, uh-”

He stops, interrupted by you as you throw your arms around them, giving them a tight hug- which makes a soft squelch sound.

“What’s this all about?” He asks nervously.

“Things have been kind of rough, that’s all.”

You let go of them, and lead them towards the rest of the group.

“Oh, it’s your friend!” Bianca says excitedly, stepping forward. “So what are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you all, actually,” Emerson says sheepishly.

“Oh? And why might that be?”

“Well,” Emerson sighs, scratching the back of their head. “It’s unfortunately not for anything good…”

“What is it?” You ask, turning from cheerful to somber.

“It’s Aderyn. She’s missing.”

“What?” You stiffen. Two of you are missing now. “How’d that happen?”

“I don’t know,” they say, looking distressed. “After we left, we went to look around for answers- I think we all know this town has secrets. We were out in this empty, dead, field when she vanished. I was looking at a tumbleweed, and noticed something was off about it. When I turned around to tell Aderyn, she was gone. I’ve been searching for her for what seems like ages now,” he finishes. “I came to request help.”

“Gia’s missing too,” you say sadly. “We were going to try and rescue them- but we were caught by Mr. Rotary.”

Emerson curses under their breath. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to go out and look for them now, huh?”

“About that,” Jenny says, finally looking up from the floor. “We can’t leave through the door- and certainly not the elevator.”

“... why?”

“We just can’t,” Lucas says. “I think it has to do with those damn contracts Mr. Rotary had us all sign. I can’t remember anything on the document- but I think there has to be some clause or something that makes it so he can control us if necessary.”

“Yeah, something along those lines,” Caitlyn agrees.

“Well,” Emerson pauses, thinking for a moment. “If it’s because of a contract, then there has to be a loophole, right?”

“Riiiight,” Ollie says, rolling their eye. “That makes things so much easier. We can totally do things like ‘find loopholes’ in wording that we don’t remember.”

“No,” Bianca shakes her head. “Emerson’s got a point.”

“Oh,” Felicity scoffs. “And what is it?”

“Hush, I'm thinking.”

“Oooooh, so you also don’t know shit.”

“I said, hush.”

Emerson looks down at the floor, embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” Ava whispers to them. “We all have dumb ideas sometimes.”

“No seriously,” Bianca says. “I really think he’s onto something. Here, lemme just-” she shakes her head. “Jenny?”

“Hmmn?”

“Why’d you use that wording earlier?”

“What do you mean?” Jenny asks, cocking her head to the side.

“Earlier,” Bianca explains. “You said that we can’t leave through the door or the elevator. Why’d you use those words instead of just saying we can’t leave the house?”

“Well,” Jenny says, taken aback. “I don’t really know. I guess I could have said- wait, no. That’s…”

“It feels incorrect, doesn’t it?”

“I- I suppose so.”

“Exactly,” Bianca says with an excited hisses. “I’m guessing my dear ol’ dad wasn’t quite as specific as he should have been. We can leave the house- we just can’t use the elevator or the door to do so.”

“Yeah, well,” Felicity says, looking rather irritated. “How’re we supposed to do that?”

“Jenny,” Bianca says gleefully, a glint in the pixels on her screen. “Fetch me the sledgehammer.”

#writeblrcafe #my writing #weirdcore #weirdcore/dreamcore #dreamcore #writblr #Writers on tumblr #Welcome to Nowhere #work in progress #writerscorner #writing community #Welcome to Nowhere: Loopholes

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susie-dreemurr · 7 months ago

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Dungeon meshi live-blogging ep 10 & 11

(Live-blogged both in Portuguese and in English. I did this before too but used my native language more than usual lol. Also thsi got long because I DIDNT forget to liveblog episodes this time!!!)

Ep10

Oh they’re fucked

Chilchuck the goat

Marcille, I get it. I would be grossed out by that shit too. But THIS TIME, it truly is the only thing we can do. Wear the bloody frog skin and get that shit all over your body even if it’s gross. I’m hugging you for emotional support

Esses mano são muito estúpido /pos nem fudendo que a Marcille vai ser convencida por vaidade de moda quando é a porra de uma pele de sapo que vocês acabaram de descascar. Aiai tadinha kkkk

A CARA DE ÓDIO DELA MANO LMAOOO

Por favor diz que eles vão passar o episódio inteiro com essas roupa silly de sapo

“Parece que o sangue do sapo gigante congelou e grudou nas minhas roupas” NAOOOOOOO mano coitada da Marcille… her life is just L after L after L after L

“We’re gonna fight the dragon like this?! How am I going to reunite with Falin now?!” Girl I know you’re gay and all but Falin will probably be unconscious the entire time and, even if she wakes up, she’ll probably be disoriented as shit. I don’t think she will notice or care about you looking like a furry and smelling like corpses <3

THEY CAN GO HOME BY PAINTINGS???? SO COOL!!!! Ah e oi Namari, queria MUITO que você voltasse pro time Laios. Please at least get an union eventually 🙏

Ah agente vai fazer world building da ilha???? Foda.

“Anões, hein? Abominável.” 🚨🚨FANTASY RACISM ALERT 🚨🚨 FANTASY RACISM ALERT 🚨🚨 (godamnit not my pet peeve. I don’t trust writers with this type of thing lmao so hopefully it isn’t very relevant)

Eu ia falar “por que que os elfos São representados com um estilo de arte egípcio antigo?” mas aí eu lembrei que nas fantasia os elfos vivem por MUITO tempo então isso deve ser uma representação disso. Escolha foda.

Anão lore!!! Anão lore!!!

Como é que eles “devolveriam” a masmorra pros elfos? Não acho que esse povo tem a capacidade de teleportar coisas gigante de lugar não

We really gonna have fantasy racism be a plot point aren’t we. Please writers do this properly

Namari please be a relevant character 🙏 ah e aleluia esses gêmeos vão ser desenvolvidos parece né

Sou que nem esses gêmeos não sei que porra é incumbência não. Sou burra gente nunca foi tão boa em gramática

Mas a irmã do Laios tem um loiro meio escuro, não um castanho claro…? Deve ser um erro de tradução então… estranho

It’s what I thought. I was sure a big part of the reason Namari left is because she never had any hope of Falin surviving in the first place, so, to her, sticking around to save her was pointless. I wonder how she’ll feel once she realizes it wasn’t

Gente, vocês ACABARAM de comer. Eu entendo que não podem lutar o dragão com fome senão vocês vão se fuder de novo, mas VCS TÃO TÃO PERTO….

Ngl I thought this place would be way more wrecked it’s in a surprisingly good state all things considered.

Marcille :(

Eu ia chamar o Chilchuck de covarde arrombado mas pelo menos ele avisou múltiplas vezes que não dava pra contar com ele no combate né.

Oh the dragon is THAT high? It is so truly jover— okay sorry English isn’t my first language it took me a stupid amount of time to realize im making it sound like the dragon smokes weed. By high I meant tall. (Although this show is so silly I wouldn’t be surprised by weed-smoking dragon)

Thx Chilchuck for offering your help, I knew you were just acting tsundere <3 also I get that he’s a half-foot species or whatever but did they HAVE to make him look twelve. I keep forgetting he’s a middle aged man in his species.

“Deveríamos ter pedido pra Namari vir” Senshi, A MARCILLE PEDIU. Foi vocês (Laios e eu acho que o Chilchuck) que impediram ela.

…Wait if Chilchuck is so willing to go for wine as soon as he sees it, how did they not figure out he’s an adult before? Did they just avoid any and all places with beverage so that, since they thought he was a kid, he wouldn’t feel left out by not being able to drink? If so, cute. Alternatively Chilchuck is only comfortable enough to get drunk with them NOW since they bonded more, which is also sweet.

Marcille finally got a W (doesn’t have to eat monsters today)— “but there’s still the red dragon” Laios don’t ruin the moment.

Awww Senshi looks so cute in this show when he’s being complimented

Lmao Laios complimenting everyone on their skills that helped them get here so far, and then with Marcille it’s just. “Girl, I’m SO sorry you had to go through this trip, you suffered the most L’s out of all of us.”

DRAGON FIGHT! DRAGON FIGHT!!! I heard that episode 11 has angst so, unlike how I’ve been doing with this one, I’ll have to wait until I get home </3 I can’t risk missing out on some vital parts of the experience or god forbid crying in class. It hurts to wait but it’s necessary. Ough.

Ep 11

Okay fuck it we been having a free class might as well START. I’m bored leave me alone.

Oh fuck it didn’t even start with the opening it’s so jover

Marcille don’t second guess yourself it’s gonna make me more nervous because that’s basic foreshadowing shit will go wrong

Ngl I know this is an anime but crumbling buildings are no joke. Even if the party doesn’t get hurt what if it crushes the dragon’s stomach and, therefore, Falin?

Okay NOW the opening starts. I still find it funny the one having a monologue like “hang on, Falin!” right before the battle is Marcille and not Falin’s fucking brother.

Guys. Guys (aside of Laios ig) wdym u didn’t expect it to be this fast it’s huge af. Please tell me you’re not far from the marked place. Even if the terrain slows him down he’s still a huge ass dragon

I was about to say, if Namari got her hands sorta burnt by heating up the Urine, these guys gonna come back with their hands completely numb and red from FUCKING DRAGON FIRE!!!!

GET UR SHIT BACK DONT FUCKING — oh thank god Senshi

Oh god they had to change routes it’s so jover

These guys HAVE to be hit by at least part of the debris there’s no way— oh fuck the dragon ain’t even phased it’s so jover— CHILCHUCK GOT HIT IN THE HEAD BY DEBRI. I TOLD YOU ALL

:0 thank you Laios, the goat at improv. The guy wants to reache/ cut its inverted scale

SWORD WHY.

Ohhhh Chilchuck found out about the sword now. His face looks haunted man.

(In the car rn so I can turn up the sound a little bit finally🙏) CHILCHUCK MAKING UP INSULTS SO HE CAN INSULT LAIOS AS MUCH AS HE POSSIBLY CAN

Senshi hiding the trump card from us until the last minute… you could have told them after Namari parted ways— oh fuck the blade is too short it’s jover

Senshi gonna pull the self-sacrifice shit aur Naur

FUCK. Also Chilchuck the self-proclaimed “I only been doing this for the bag I’ll leave y’all once the combat starts” running towards the dragon’s paw to try to save Senshi… we been knew— oh shit the blade

YOOO Chilchuck hit it in the eye!!! Mf should never call himself useless in combat again.

Senshi the goat. Also Chilchuck got hit by debris in the head AGAIN (+ probably got crushed along with Senshi)

No matter what happens Marcille needs to get through this because I’m pretty sure she the only mf in this party who can revive ppl.

Parece que eu to assistindo OSNF do jeito que todo mundo quer se sacrificar pelo time kkkkkk

OOF. HIS FUCKIJG LEG. There may be a spell for revival due to the unique nature of the dungeon but is there one for losing limbs???

Laios let’s go 🙏 officially redeemed from the fuck up of ep 1

THIS IS ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH THE EPUSODE????? I was so sure it’d end in that cliffhanger. Ngl I’d be traumatized by this if I didn’t know reviving is possible.

Falin & Laios flashback pog. She looks so cute as a kid, too.

(Can finally hear sound normally yippee!!!) these quick cuts to black in the flashback making me nervous

Ouvindo o fantasma dizer dnv e dnv “por favor, tire-o, socorro” 100% é o motivo da Falin ter tanta empatia pelos fantasma né?

Ngl Olman is a familiar ass name idk why . Whoever named him should feels sorry for themselves tho ugly as hell name

We’re going more into Falin’s perspective in this flashback which is neat because she’s been absent the entire anime so far so we only know what others feel about her

Oh fuck D:

Senshi afraid of revival magi. So r eda Al for this

Oh she CAN reattach the leg pog. Ngl if I were her I’d focus on finding Falin FIRST so she would have someone else to help revive everyone bc I feel like that takes a lot of magic

There’s NO way this tiny ass knife can withstand cutting so much idc if it’s from op metal no mames

Part of me is wondering if we’re gonna see Falin totally dismembered and half-digested. Another part of me says this show has been mostly lighthearted so they wouldn’t go so far. Yet ANOTHER part of me says they showed us Laios getting his leg cut off so as long as Falin survives it’d be fine

Godamn this stomach looks like a balloon.

The stomach empty… I am 100% sure Falin escaped somehow due to the yuri posts I saw before watching this show but also if she dies like this… it’s possible

EWEWEW THE HELL IS THAT.

Ohhhh is she gonna come back wrong

…okay I’m just saying. I called it with her being digested.

#live-blogging

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bennxgrace · 10 months ago

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Here’s what I have so far for Jinbei x Robin fanfic

Daughter of the sea

August 23

It was a nice end of summer night, and, on the thousand sunny boat, Robin, along with her husband Jinbei were so excited to finally bring their little girl into the world. Suddenly, her water had broke. “OW, OW, FUCK! JINBEI!” She screamed, then she cried even louder. Jinbei only heard her crying, he didn’t hear her scream in pain. He pulled her close to his chest. “Aww, Robin hey don’t cry, you’re my beautiful angel fish……” he said sweetly before pressing a soft kiss on her lips. “Jinbei….” She whined, gripping his kimono, “My water broke…..th-the baby’s coming….. I… was screaming for you” Jinbei was frantically worrying about his wife in his head. Then he finally said; “what?! I’m sorry angelfish…..” tears were forming in his eyes. He felt awful that he ignored his wife.

Flashback to march 23

A 3 month pregnant Robin was cuddling her new husband in Jinbei. “Mmmmm… I can’t wait to be a mom to our baby girl…..” she cooed. “I know, angelfish, you’re going to be the best mom in the world…….” Jinbei softly said. Robin, blushing, grabbed his huge hand and placed it over her stomach. And he felt their daughter’s first kick. He blushed hard and felt overwhelmingly emotional, he felt like crying, and he did lightly cry, after, he rubbed robin’s baby bump, and, kissed her cheek softly. “Mmmmm….I love you, angelfish…..” he whispered softly in her ear. He noticed her crying. “Awww, what’s wrong, angelfish?” He asked, worried about her. “I I’m just so happy you love me so much…….” Robin felt overstimulated with emotion. Jinbei smiled. “Mmmmm, I’m…. Happy I love you too…" He said, kissing her forehead

End of flashback

August 28

“OW OW OW! GODAMNIT! JINBEI!” Robin had been in labor for 5 days. She was frantic and crying out for Jinbei, even though he was right there. “Robin……” he said sternly, but calmly. “Whaaaat?!” Robin cried. “You’re being frantic…just calm down please…” he said, trying to hold her head up… “Okay? You’re almost there….” “okay…….” Robin whined quietly…..

August 30

“Oh no, I was wrong!” Jinbei thought in his mind, realizing it had been two days after he had told Robin she was nearly done with giving birth……. “Jinbei……” she whined. “WHY DID YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME! YOU SAID I WAS ALMOST DONE TWO DAYS AGO! IVE BEEN IN LABOR FOR A WEEK NOW!” She screamed at her husband, grabbing his kimono, violently shaking him… “Robin!A-angelfish! I’m sorry!” Jinbei tried to calm her down again, because he was feeling dizzy, with obvious dizzy swirl eyes

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wazzappp · 10 months ago

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|If it was nail polish, the brake cleaner should be taking that off, too; he scrubbed hopefully at his thumbnail but this was as useless as the acetone he’d tried before resorting to Sharpie.|

TRYING TO SCRUB OFF THE PINK NAIL POLISH WITH THE STRONGEST SHIT HE CAN FIND OH MY GODDDDD YESSSSSS. Sorry brother that shit ain't nail polish its just the nail now lmfao.

The entirety of just. Gabe being HAPPIER and HEALTHIER and TRUSTING ROBBIE MORE THAN HIS OWN UNIVERSE. OOF. Good lord. This being like some kind of pleasant dream world to him because HIS life in HIS universe SUCKS SO INCREDIBLY BAD. FUCKING GOD. ALSO I AM IN LOVE WITH THE IDEA OF GABE GETTING INTO MAGICAL GIRL ANIME AND MANGA BECAUSE OF HIS BROTHER IDK IF IT WAS BEFORE OR AFTER BUT AAAAAA. GABE BEING SUPPORTIVE AND THINKING ITS COOLLLLLLL!!!!

|He was on the clock, that’s what. He had a job he knew how to do, to provide for a brother he loved, even though neither of them were his, and he would reinstall this truck’s axles and wheel bearings and not get his alternate self fired and then he would, somehow, figure out how to get home. (Dread filled him.) (He hadn’t fantasized about murdering anyone all morning.) (The world felt brighter, his senses more vivid, his flesh and skin snug over his bones, and he could believe for the first time in a long time that he might be safe for others to be around.)|

THis whole paragraph. Motherfuck. AAAAAA. ALL HE KNOWS HOW TO DO IS JUST GET WHATEVER DONE HE CAN. HES AFRAID HE WONT BE ABLE TO GET HOME BUT ALSO THIS WORLD IS KIND OF NICE??? HIM FEELING OK. FOR OTHER PEOPLE TO BE AROUND. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

|“Take five, I’ll get you some ice.”

What the hell, Robbie thought, and no one answered.

PEOPLE BEING NICEYS TO HIM. !!!!. !!!!!!!!!!! EVEN FUCKING RAMON HOLY SHIT WHAT THE F U C K.

|Without his beard, he looked young and delicate—that’s why he’d grown it. But it wasn’t just the beard; his eyes were brighter, his skin was smoother, the scar through his eyebrow had faded—all the scars on his hands were gone, too, the bashed knuckles and burns and scrapes that were inevitable if you worked with cars all day. He looked tender and undamaged. He looked like someone worth protecting.|

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! GLAMOR YOU INCLUDED THE GLAMOR HES TOO PRETTY YESSSSSSSSSS YESYESYESYESYESYESYES also ROBERTO REYES i am pulling out the government name here YOU ARE WORTH PROTECTING IN EVERY FUCKING UNIVERSE GODAMNIT YOU ARE LOVED AND VALUED I PROMISE. you arent even real and I have Problems over you ajfdksalfjdksalfdsghfjdkalraaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

|He wasn’t afraid of nail polish—he had black nail polish at home somewhere, eyeliner too—but pink was not his style and was liable to attract the wrong kind of attention, especially with how...how he looked, in this world. (What was he? Was he something that could fight, defend itself? There was no fire waiting under his skin to consume his human weakness.)|

THE CURSE OF TOO PRETTY. AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Fucking. experiencing the the terror of WHAT EVEN AM I in every universe. God. YOU CAN DEFEND YOURSELF HERE ROBBIE ITS JUST A LITTLE DIFFERENT I PROMISE. istg rokhal your fics have the very special attribute of getting me to scream at LITERALLY EVERY OTHER PARAGRAPH.

ALL OF LISA. LISAAAAAAAA!!!!! LISALISALISALISAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Fucking stalking him for drag purposes she SOOOOOOOOOO fucking would oh my GOOODDDDDDDDDDD. literally love how you write her she is so far from reasonable and also the most reasonable person there. THE RIVER ROCK ON THE PINK RIBBON. PINK??? DID. DID HE MAKE IT FOR HER?????? FJDSKL:FJSAKLJFKDLS I JKAAAAAAAAAA FROTHING AT THE MOUTH SHUT UP SHIPPER BRAIN SHUT UP AAAAAAAAAAA

|He hit the gas and slammed the brakes a couple times before shutting down the car and sprinting around the back to pop the trunk, confront this alternate version of his uncle, slam the trunk on his neck while he was still dazed, kill him like this alternate Robbie wasn’t yet sullied enough to do.|

YESS!!! KILL!!!! KILLLLLL!!!!!!!!!

|“You, uh. Look different.”

Robbie had a sinking feeling that stomping the snake’s head under his boot wouldn’t be doing this world’s Robbie any favors.|

Aha. Ahaha. Lol. lmfao even. how did you get in my lore WIPs.

|Robbie took a hard left and Eli slipped sideways between the seat and the side pillar. “Fuck.”|

AJKLJDSKL:FD SO DEADPAN LMFAOOOOO YOUR ARM AND LEG PRIVLAGES HAVE BEEN REMOVED NOW WRITHE AND SLIP AND SLIDE YOU MOTHERFUCKER GETTIM ROBBIE GETTIM. also HIM RESTING AROUND ROBBIES NECK YES YES THATS EXACTLY WHAT I THOUGHT HIS DEFAULT POSITION WOULD BE YESSSSS. Sorry dude you cant escape him in this universe or most others thats rough buddy thats ROUGH.

|and cringed as the rock in his chest seemed to shudder in protest. The gray flesh was clammy and yielding, leaving his finger numb as he pulled away.|

OHHH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD EVERYTHING ABOUT THE GREY TENDRILS YES YES YES YES YES. Different types of magic.. rejecting each other???? OHHHHHHHH THATS FUCKING COOL. OHHHHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH THAT WOULD TOTALLY MAKE SENSE CAUSE THE CONNECTION GEM IS HOW A FAMILIAR FUNNELS MAGIC THROUGH A PERSON AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Ohhhhhhh my god the idea of having ghosts that don't get destroyed by magical girls or going away on their own but SETTLING IN and choosing people who are vulnerable to join them. I fucking love that I want to steal it so bad. Get hiveminded idiot.

|“I don’t remember what you’re talking about,” Robbie blurted.

“Omigod are you cursed or something?”|

THATS MY SMART GIRL!!!

|baiting it with the Rider’s leather skin filled with the Charger’s fire ready to erupt the moment those claws released it to burn his enemy—and screamed as the talons sank into his human shoulder.|

OH THATS ROUGH BUDDY IM SORRY IM SO SO SORRY. God yeah trying to transition from one kind of transformation to another yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

|Lisa groped his chest until her palm pressed against his pink troll-doll gem|

👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 👀 ok I'm sorry I'll stop

THE ENTIRE TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE. HIM BEING SUPRISED IT DOESENT HURT. IT FEELS KIND OF NICE AND HE CANT OVERTHINK THROUGH IT. NOT HAVING A BODY AND BEING COMPOSED OF PURE MAGIC FOR A SECOND. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. YESYESYESYES YOU ENCAPSULATED THE HORROR OF IT SO WELL SO FUCKING WELL AAAAAAAAAA. IT TAKING TIME EVEN THOUGH IT SEEMS LIKE NO TIME HAS PASSED FUCK. FUCKITY FUCKING FUCK IM OBSESSED.

Him being able to just. Go fucking ham. And smack the SHIT out of that ghost. oh my god its beautiful. and then INSTANTLY falling and eating shit ohhhohohohohohohohohohohohohoho. God DAMN.

Lisa holding Eli and Robbie losing it over that because OF COURSE. I am going to pass away. Make my coffin pink and glittery with a black interior hopefully I'll get resurrected by some necromancer goth girl. DONT NUZZLE HER ARM YOU CREEPY FUCK.

PANICING BECAUSE HE THINKS HES HURTING THIS LADY AND THEN REALIZING IT HELPS HER. THE FUCKING. INVOLUNTARY POWER STANCE. CALLING IT A SEIZURE IM LOSING MY SHIT.

|Robbie hated that he knew Eli well enough to read from the tension in his sigmoid posture that he was taken aback. “My thing.”

“Bite her!” Lisa said impatiently, watching the ceiling.

“What?”

“His bites heal people.”

“Puta madre.” - “We don’t have time for this,” Lisa said to Eli, making a strange gripping gesture beside his head. “Hurry up or I’ll do it for you. Manually.”|

LISA USING ELI LIKE A HEALING STAPLER HOLY SHITFUCK I LOVE HER SO MUCH I LOVE HER. MILK THAT SNAKE GIRLBOSS FUCK YEAH

Eli making the magical activation words russian swears. Oh my god. he SOOOOO FUCKING WOULD HE SO WOULD OH MY G O D

Walking around like a newborn deer in his heels. I fucking. i love this so much. rokhal im losing my mind here. im fucking losing my fucking marbles. my marbles are on the floor and im falling over them. i am falling on my own brain marbles rokhal.

AAAAAAAAAAA

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ANGR Magical Girl AU: Wrong Universe

The Robbie I usually write wakes up in the Ghost Rider Magical Girl AU.

I figured that in Magical Girl AU, Robbie is likely to go to Lisa to ask for help walking in heels (assuming Johnny's tips are less than useful) and Lisa gets so excited at the prospect of Robbie participating in drag and he denies that's what he's doing but refuses to explain so in her desire to be supportive she ends up stalking him so she can cheer for him at his show and ends up finding out that he's a magical girl which somehow makes a lot more sense. She becomes a valuable member of the team because she has social skills. Of a sort.

If anything here contradicts any other ideas anyone else has in the works, MULTIVERSE BAYBEE it's noncanon :) The Sharpie thing is purely a case of Great Minds Think Alike though. I saw that in Moose's fic and was like, twins!

This is way too long 😭

As Robbie scrubbed the brake cleaner off his hands, the axle grease wiped away and so did the black Sharpie he’d hastily scribbled onto his fingernails that morning. His bright pink fingernails. If it was nail polish, the brake cleaner should be taking that off, too; he scrubbed hopefully at his thumbnail but this was as useless as the acetone he’d tried before resorting to Sharpie.

He’d woken up feeling more normal than he had in a long time. The pleasant sensation of a full night’s rest had faded as he’d gotten dressed and made Gabe breakfast. His bad eye was mysteriously back to normal and the scar on his forehead was completely gone, but his goatee was shaved off, he had some kind of jewel embedded in his chest, his fingernails were pink, and. And Gabe wasn’t his Gabe. It was Gabe’s face, and Gabe’s smile, but instead of cartoon and comic book heroes filling his shelves and plastered all over his door, it was sparkly anime girls and Japanese motorcycle riders; he was happier, stronger legs and steadier hands, and he didn’t second-guess Robbie’s every expression and movement or double-check his identity after every time Robbie left his sight. Robbie spent half an hour tossing the bathroom looking for his epilepsy meds before he checked the app on his phone where he tracked expenses and found that this Gabe had been off them for an entire year.

The apartment was mostly the same; same view across Hillrock Lane out the apartment window, same pile of automotive magazines on the coffee table—now with manga mixed in—same thrifted art on the walls. Robbie had wondered if he was still asleep, and dreaming, or better, if the last two years had been a long and vivid nightmare, until he noticed the time and realized that he’d missed Gabe’s bus and was about to be late to work. He’d stuffed a stale tortilla in his mouth and gnawed on it while grabbing a pair of coveralls and helping Gabe into the Charger to get to school. He’d dropped Gabe off and made it all the way to Canelo’s before he realized that he hadn’t heard from Eli all morning.

He stood now under a half-disassembled Chevy Tahoe, scrubbing desperately at his glossy pink fingernails as though with enough solvent and friction he could wipe himself from this world and return to his own body, his own curse, his own Hillrock Heights, his own brother. He simply had no better ideas.

“Reyes!” Canelo barked from across the shop, and he jumped, dropped the can of brake cleaner. “Quit daydreaming!”

Eli would have had a snide comment about how Canelo ought to mind his own fucking business or risk getting disemboweled. Robbie checked the time and added up the hours he was due by the end of the day, for future reference in case Canelo rounded his pay down when it was due next week. If he was still here next week. He couldn’t be stuck here until next week but he didn’t know to do anything but work. Did his other self know anybody here who dealt with interdimensional travel and too-pleasant dreams? He wasn’t a Ghost Rider here, Johnny Blaze wouldn’t have any reason to have met him…

...But he was a something.

What the hell was he now?

He was on the clock, that’s what. He had a job he knew how to do, to provide for a brother he loved, even though neither of them were his, and he would reinstall this truck’s axles and wheel bearings and not get his alternate self fired and then he would, somehow, figure out how to get home. (Dread filled him.) (He hadn’t fantasized about murdering anyone all morning.) (The world felt brighter, his senses more vivid, his flesh and skin snug over his bones, and he could believe for the first time in a long time that he might be safe for others to be around.)

“You alright, son?” Canelo asked from two feet behind him, and Robbie hit his head on the Tahoe’s subframe. It didn’t hurt as much as it probably should have. Canelo was just standing there, frowning a little. “Take five, I’ll get you some ice.”

What the hell, Robbie thought, and no one answered.

Canelo did, indeed, return from the break room with an ice pack. No one else at the shop seemed to think this was unusual. Marty winced at Robbie and patted his own head, mouthing, You okay? and even Ramon grunted sympathetically at him. Robbie retreated to the bathroom where he pressed the ice pack to the starting bruise and stared himself down in the mirror. Without his beard, he looked young and delicate—that’s why he’d grown it. But it wasn’t just the beard; his eyes were brighter, his skin was smoother, the scar through his eyebrow had faded—all the scars on his hands were gone, too, the bashed knuckles and burns and scrapes that were inevitable if you worked with cars all day. He looked tender and undamaged. He looked like someone worth protecting.

He had a terrible thought and whispered, “Talk to me. I’m not doing this on purpose but if I know you’re in here I think I can give you your body back.” He stared uncomfortably into his own eyes, but the back of his mind was silent.

He got out his phone—same PIN as usual—and checked his contacts list. Johnny Blaze was on there, but Johnny Blaze had almost killed him and Eli the first time they’d met; how would Johnny react to some strange, murderous version of Robbie wearing the skin of the Robbie he knew? He couldn’t beat Johnny in a fight in the real world. He didn’t know how to explain himself. There was nothing to do but finish the Tahoe.

The day rolled on, he returned the Tahoe to drivable condition and did a couple tune-ups and oil changes, and he snagged a moment to Sharpie his nails black again. He wasn’t afraid of nail polish—he had black nail polish at home somewhere, eyeliner too—but pink was not his style and was liable to attract the wrong kind of attention, especially with how...how he looked, in this world. (What was he? Was he something that could fight, defend itself? There was no fire waiting under his skin to consume his human weakness.)

He was puzzling over a set of trouble codes from a fifteen-year-old Nissan Maxima when his phone buzzed. If this version of himself worked on the same logic, he’d set it up to mute unknown numbers but programmed in all Gabe’s teachers and therapists. He dug into his pocket under his coveralls and checked it. It was Lisa, saved in his contacts list with a photo he didn’t remember taking: familiar bright hair and smile, raising two fingers in a V in front of one eye while her other hand displayed a river rock with a large hole worn through the center, dangling from a pink ribbon.

This was not a conversation he was ready to have. He ended the call. A minute later, she called again. Robbie walked to the time clock and punched out as he answered. “Uh, what’s up.”

Screeching and howling and buzzing in the background. “Omigod where are you?” Lisa demanded. She sounded out of breath.

“Work,” Robbie said, baffled. “What’s going on, are you okay?”

“What do you mean what’s—” Banging, panting. “Where’s Eli?”

A chill unfurled under his skin, his hand grew numb as he gripped his phone case. “What are you talking about.”

“Did you lock him in the freezer again?” Lisa demanded. What. “I know he’s annoying—”

“That’s one word for it,” Robbie muttered, swallowing bile.

“—but he’s an essential member of the team!”

“What team?”

Lisa paused. “The, the team,” she said hesitantly. “The Guardians of Hillrock Heights. Robbie, you. You know what you do helps people, right?”

He was disappointing her somehow��no, worse, letting her down. “Yeah, of course, I, uh.” Eli existed here, but this Lisa knew about him; obviously this version of Robbie had trusted her more. Or she’d just stalked him and figured it out. “What do you need me to do?”

“Get to the Cecil Hotel,” Lisa panted. “Bring Eli. And stay and talk to me after you transform back.”

Transform. Robbie rubbed the hard pink jewel embedded in his sternum. “Right. Okay.”

He left the time clock and approached Canelo’s office, racking his brain for some excuse—a lie about Gabe? A medical appointment? When he opened the door, Canelo met his eyes and sighed. “Again? Well, go on.” Robbie stared at him. He wasn’t even scowling. “What do you want, a hug? Go do your thing.”

He ran out of the shop and threw himself into the Charger. As he sped out of the parking lot, he almost clipped off one of its mirrors against the security gate. He grabbed his phone and started to search for the Cecil Hotel while making a left turn onto Atlantic Boulevard and almost crashed head-on into an F-250; he couldn’t drive and use his phone at the same time anymore. The phone dropped to the floorboards and he pulled hastily to the side of the road, cursing.

His connection to the Charger was different here, too. Still there, but weaker. Possibly just in his head. He tried to stretch out into it anyway, feeling its vibrations, listening to the loping chug of its idle and the continuous hiss of its supercharger, but his consciousness stayed firmly in his human body.

He heard something clank in the trunk.

Atlantic Boulevard was not a good place for a street fight. Robbie found his phone, pulled up a route to the Cecil, took a detour in an alley behind a warehouse. He hit the gas and slammed the brakes a couple times before shutting down the car and sprinting around the back to pop the trunk, confront this alternate version of his uncle, slam the trunk on his neck while he was still dazed, kill him like this alternate Robbie wasn’t yet sullied enough to do.

There was no washed-up mob henchman wriggling in the Charger’s trunk. Robbie found a couple bags of school supplies, a tool box, and a big first-aid kit, nothing sinister, and then in the shadows, oddly, something pink and shiny—one of this Gabe’s collectibles? A Beanie Baby?

“FUCK,” the pink thing bellowed, and then it unspooled and slipped up over the edge of the trunk, hit the ground with a slap, and slithered away, S-curves glittering in the sun as it struggled against the smooth pavement. Robbie gaped, then chased after it. Him. Eli was making slow progress and Robbie caught up quickly, but he turned on a dime; Robbie headed him off away from a nearby dumpster and danced around him for almost a minute before he had the idea to shrug off his jacket and throw it on Eli’s head. Eli backed out from under it but by this time Robbie had him by the neck. “Look. Revenge is, you don’t got the mindset for it? There’s healing in forgiveness. It makes you more stable. Less prone to violent, emotional outbursts. Kid. Kid! We had our differences, but it was the situation, the close quarters, you know? You’d do the same in my position, I just wanted to live, I had unfinished business! And now, heh, you got a body, I got a body, we can go our separate ways. Kid? Hey?”

Eli was a shimmery pink snake about half-again as long as Robbie’s arm. He had round shining eyes in a hundred shades of rose, and the large scale between them was shaped like a heart. His forked tongue sparkled as it scented the air. His voice was exactly the same.

“You, uh. Look different.”

Robbie had a sinking feeling that stomping the snake’s head under his boot wouldn’t be doing this world’s Robbie any favors. He dangled Eli in one fist at arm’s length—an essential member of the team. “You don’t know what’s going on, either.”

“Believe it or not, I’m not the cause of everything that goes wrong in your life.”

“Lisa wants us at the Cecil Hotel,” Robbie said, returning to the Charger and dumping Eli on the passenger seat. “She requested you by name. We’re gonna take care of whatever’s going on and figure it out from there.”

“The Cecil, huh? Good times.”

“Don’t tell me you killed people there.”

“I won’t.” Eli awkwardly pressed his long narrow body against the door, slowly lifting his head toward the window. Robbie took a hard left and Eli slipped sideways between the seat and the side pillar. “Fuck.”

“Apparently you’re important for some reason.”

“Can you not act like my existence is an imposition for two seconds.”

Robbie slammed his fist into the steering wheel. “You exist because you committed human sacrifice.” Eli slithered out of view behind the passenger seat. Robbie took a breath. “You’re a talking pink snake here. You probably have magic powers.”

“Pink?”

“You color-blind, too?”

Eli was silent for the rest of the drive. Robbie hoped he was figuring out what magic powers he had, otherwise they’d just have to wing it.

Hotel Cecil was a trio of brick buildings spanning half a city block and joined by skywalks. The complex had probably been impressive before the invention of reinforced concrete. No longer a failing hotel for people falling down the ladder of society, it was being converted to affordable housing for people crawling back up. Robbie parked across the street and squinted up at it. He was pretty sure the walls weren’t supposed to be covered in gray goo, but there was a ghost tour or something right there on the sidewalk and none of the tourists were taking pictures. Maybe it was a maintenance thing? An art installation?

“Huh,” Eli said, finally squirming his way up onto the dashboard to take a look.

Robbie texted Lisa: Here.

Her reply was immediate. Fourth floor front building room 73

No emojis. That couldn’t be good. “Any ideas on how to get inside?” Robbie asked.

“Put on your spare coveralls and act pissy.”

Robbie could have thought of that himself, but he had no better ideas. He stomped through the graffitoed doors of the unassuming entryway and through the unexpectedly grand marble halls of the lobby floor, scowling like he’d been called in on his day off to fix a plumbing catastrophe that could have been prevented by routine maintenance the previous week, and glancing up now and again at the pulsing tangle of veins the color of neglected differential fluid that wormed between the ceiling lights and which no one else seemed to notice. Eli wrapped himself around Robbie’s neck like a scarf; uncomfortably close, but better, at least logically, than having him ride along in his thoughts like usual.

“Art nouveau,” Eli commented, peering up an angular gold-and-green wall sconce beside a statue in an alcove whose opening was carved to look like palm leaves and Egyptian columns. “Classy place full of staff who don’t ask stupid questions.”

“Shut up,” Robbie hissed. They reached the pair of elevators that served this part of the complex: just two, and one was out of order. A big brass dial on the top indicated that the elevator was on the eighth floor, and going up. Robbie stabbed the button irritably, then gave up and ran for the stairs.

On the fourth floor, the gray veins were so thick that the ceiling looked a foot lower than it should have been, and the light sconces were mostly covered. Somehow, the light escaped anyway, leaving the carpet brightly lit and the air at shoulder-height and above dim like twilight. Robbie watched a tall man in a business suit strolling down the hall, his entire head vanishing into the pulsing fleshy mass. “Keep your head down, there’s gray magical crap on the ceiling,” Eli informed him.

Robbie felt a moment of glee that Eli couldn’t just look out through his eyes anymore. “I noticed.”

“Try touching it. Left hand.”

Robbie poked one of the ceiling tentacles with his left pinkie finger as he advanced down the hall toward room 73, and cringed as the rock in his chest seemed to shudder in protest. The gray flesh was clammy and yielding, leaving his finger numb as he pulled away. Even if it was invisible, how did anyone walk around with their whole head swimming in this stuff without noticing? What was it doing to the people it enveloped?

He passed room fifty, and noticed that the higher the numbers progressed, the thicker the veins overhead pulsed and the lower they sagged, growing to fill more of the narrow space even as he watched. He crouched low and broke into a run. Room 73 was nearly overtaken; limbs as thick as ventilation ducts sprouted through the walls, heaving and pulsing and moaning, ozone and rot thick in the air. He had to kneel beside the door as he knocked. “Lisa! It’s Robbie. I’m outside.”

“Get in here!” Lisa yelled from within.

“They ain’t changed this lock since ‘98. You can shim it with a credit card.”

Robbie bypassed the latch and shoved the door inward against the mass of shifting tendrils packed against the ceiling. There was barely room to crouch inside; the rust-red carpet shone in the light of fixtures completely swallowed by the strange rot overtaking the hotel. He ducked as a gray coil twisted past his face.“Can you get to the door?”

“Kinda busy!” Lisa grunted. Someone else screamed, inhumanly long and somehow muted, the volume too soft for the cracks of agony in the voice. Robbie leaned down and spotted what looked like a clear space around the hotel bed. He army-crawled toward it. There was something wet and sticky on the floor—not blood, it smelled like solvent. White spray-paint, circling the bed. He dragged himself over the painted lines and got his first look at what Lisa was busy with.

There was a body on top of the blankets, a middle-aged white woman with hollow cheeks and loose skin rising in narrow folds where gray tendrils sank into her from above. Lisa had a broken bottle in one hand and was sawing at the thickest of the tendrils just above where it sank between the motionless woman’s eyes. With another, she held a flat rock with a hole in the center, scowling through it like a lens. From the nest of gray veins on the ceiling, a human figure sagged down, joined to the woman joint by joint with those tendrils. Its mouth was a formless hole, its eyes cold wet pits, its flesh the same sludgy substance as the rest of the hotel’s infestation. Robbie swallowed. “Is she alive?”

“For now,” Lisa said, scraping furiously at the tendril. Robbie noticed with horror that two other tendrils had descended from the ceiling to sink into Lisa’s shoulders; he lunged forward and ripped them away. The rock in his chest shuddered as his hand went numb. “Was it on me?” She turned around and looked at him for the first time. “Omigod, why aren’t you changed?”

Robbie took a deep breath and stared up at the vacant eyes of the abomination on the ceiling. He pulled out the blade on his multitool and joined in cutting the woman free; the gray stuff yielded like flesh to expose a tough stringy black core. “We can wrap her in the blanket and drag her out.” The human shape began to drag one of its hands down toward them, struggling against an unseen force.

Lisa grabbed his wrist. “Robbie, she needs an exorcism. You have to change.” He stared at the river rock that dangled from a long pink ribbon on her neck as she tried to meet his eyes. “She’s got kids who miss her, she’s turning her life around, you gotta help! Come on!”

“I don’t remember what you’re talking about,” Robbie blurted.

“Omigod are you cursed or something?”

The horror on the ceiling reached closer, closer, as black claws unsheathed from half-molded fingers. Then it drew back and tension shuddered through its body; the woman on the bed shuddered in synchrony. Its eyes fixed on the back of Lisa’s neck. It lunged, but Robbie was faster, slicing its wet palm with his knife as he pushed Lisa aside. As it swiped back to retaliate, he instinctively leaned into its path—baiting it with the Rider’s leather skin filled with the Charger’s fire ready to erupt the moment those claws released it to burn his enemy—and screamed as the talons sank into his human shoulder. He could barely feel the wounds through the hollow ache the creature’s touch carried, but the worst pain was the furious hum from the stone in his sternum, rocking and jerking like an engine that had snapped its mounts; he thought his chest would crack open from the force. His hand went limp and the knife dropped and stabbed blade-first into the bed. He punched ineffectually with his good hand as the creature lifted him. New tendrils sprouted from its body, seeking to plug into his own. He was as frightened and angry and frustrated as he’d ever been in his life, and though he was suppressing none of it since this Lisa was already enmeshed in his supernatural bullshit, the transformation wasn’t happening.

Eli slithered down his coveralls and escaped out his pant leg as he struggled. Lisa stared in horror through her river rock. “Eli! Help him!”

“Eh, sure,” Eli said, watching Robbie from the bedcovers while Robbie’s leg went cold and dead. “Rake its eyes! Behind your left shoulder!” Robbie flailed blindly with his working arm, hoping Eli hadn’t gotten his left and right confused.

Lisa stood up and grabbed Robbie by the waist, trying to pull him down. Blood from his shoulder soaked her hair. “What’s wrong with you two? Say the words!”

“What words?”

Lisa groped his chest until her palm pressed against his pink troll-doll gem. “Oh, thank God. Say it: Tie cloth nee, ya toys or chalk!”

“What?!”

“Say it! Tie cloth—”

“Ty glavny, ya tvoy suchok,” Eli interrupted. “Five words, you can do it.”

“Die glovny, a twoy sujock,” Robbie gritted out just before the ceiling monster’s limbs closed around his throat. For an instant, all he knew was aching cold and darkness. Then the stone in his chest sparked and a shockwave erupted through his body, driving away the clammy gray tentacles in a blast of warm pink light. It doesn’t hurt, he thought, shocked. Changing into the Rider in his own world was a cathartic blast of agony as his body cremated itself from within, but this, this was nice. He was weightless in a void of dancing blue-green lights. The pain of talons crushing his shoulder was gone, and so were the low-grade headache he always got about halfway through the work day and the tension in his spine and the knot on his head from banging it into the Tahoe that morning; he tingled all over with the contentment of an hour-long hot shower where he wouldn’t have to pay the heating bill. He stretched out, luxuriating in the feeling, and realized with horror that his body wasn’t there.

I’m hallucinating, he told himself. It was hard to think through the nice bubbly feeling, but he remembered that Lisa was right there trying to stop him from getting eaten, and there was a woman on the bed below who was dying, and he couldn’t see or feel anything but the bright pink gem illuminating the hollow space where his body was supposed to be. He thrashed, but it was like trying to fight the wind with a puff of smoke. He was nothing but thought, and he couldn’t even panic properly.

Solidity returned in jolts and starts: cool fabric twisting around his body and snugging him into shape. Protective gloves, leather boots long enough to save his knees from road rash, body armor, something to guard his forehead. The familiar handles of a pair of body hammers filled his palms, and the world snapped back into place. No time at all seemed to have passed; he was still suspended above the bed by the ceiling monster.

He was not the Rider, but he knew what the Rider would do. He jammed one hand into the mouth of the humanoid sludge stalactite and stabbed the spike of a body hammer through its skull. It moaned, and he stabbed again, flipped himself around, gripped its leg between his knees to anchor himself, and struck for the heart, the throat, all the vital targets that he’d trained himself to avoid whenever he gave in to the urge to beat down local thugs in Hillrock Heights. Black blood spattered into his eyes and trickled up his nose, reeking of mold. Its touch no longer chilled him; his touch seemed to burn it. He beat the creature until it melted away and retreated back into the ceiling, all the veins and coils and tree-root limbs draining away after it. Robbie landed hard on the edge of the bed, bounced, and rolled to his feet. His feet—

“Point your toes!” Lisa yelled, too late. He tripped over his own ankles and crashed face-first into the bedside table.

Whenever the Rider ate shit like this, he’d sink through his own shadow and reappear in the car like he’d meant to do it—not that he was embarrassed, just that he preferred not to take the time to pick himself up. Robbie pried himself up off the floor when he realized that his powers in this world did not include the ability to dissolve into the room’s nicotine-stained carpet. He was wet, disappointingly fleshy, and entirely alone in his head. His protective gloves were doing a poor job, already soaked through with disgustingly organic black slime, and his feet—

He looked down at himself for the first time. He wasn’t wearing protective gloves or work boots or body armor. He had the kind of delicate white cotton gloves that women wore with ballgowns in old movies, and thigh-high go-go boots over tights, and what looked like a women’s ice-dancing costume. The ankles of the high-heeled boots were decorated with pink rhinestones, and so were his white-painted hammers. The worst part was that under the pink satin bow where the gem from his chest had migrated, the black leotard bore the same staple-shaped white stripe as his favorite jacket. This was his ice-dancing costume.

He tried to get his feet under him to stand, but the heels were in the way. Whatever force had undressed him seemed to have a grudge against the stock geometry of the human foot; the boots were so stiff he could barely bend his ankles. When he yanked at them, they didn’t budge. He couldn’t find any fasteners. He was about to grab one of his spiked hammers and try ripping through the leather when he noticed Lisa looking down at him from the bed, holding Eli twined around her forearms like a pet corn snake.

“Get the fuck away from her,” Robbie snarled, lunging on his knees.

Lisa jerked back, carrying Eli with her. “Okay, what is your deal today? I thought you had amnesia, but the way you bashed up that genius loci—are you, like, possessed by your alternate universe evil twin with a goatee?”

“Basically,” Robbie said, retrieving one hammer from under the bed. “Put him down.”

“Hey, looks like we’re friends in this universe, too.” Eli rested his head in the crook of Lisa’s elbow and flicked his tongue at Robbie.

“Rrrrrrrr,” Robbie growled. It sounded ridiculous without the rumble of the Charger’s engine filtering through his throat. He could tackle Lisa and rip Eli away from her, bash his head into the wall—but she’d never trust him after that. “He’s not safe, he used to be a—”

“I know you are, but what am I?” Eli interrupted, and Robbie wavered.

Lisa passed him the box of tissues from the bedside table. “Wipe your face and exorcise Mrs. Sanchez so we can get her out of here.”

Robbie hated that this “change” had left him with a human face to wipe. He struggled to his feet, gripping the mattress for balance. The woman on the bed hadn’t moved; she stared vacantly at the ceiling, black veins spreading from the points on her body where the ceiling-monster’s roots had anchored. She was breathing, at least. Her lips were an unhealthy gray-purple. “Any idea how I do that?” he asked, glaring at Eli.

“Search me, I dunno what trigger words alternate-me picked.”

“You make a cross with your hammers,” Lisa said, demonstrating with her empty fists, “and say something like, eej an owie, sucker?”

“Idi na hui, suka,” Eli corrected her.

Robbie had a bad feeling that all his powers were activated by Russian vulgarities. He took careful crouching steps as he retrieved his other hammer, keeping one hand on the bed or on the wall as much as possible, then crossed his hammers like a priest in a vampire movie and did his best to parrot Eli’s words. There was a rush of wind that set his hair fluttering along with the skirt and pink bows of his leotard, and a fountain of pink sparks erupted from the hammers, right at the comatose woman’s bare face and the flammable-looking bedclothes. He had to separate the hammers, to turn off the power or at least point it in a safer direction, but his body wouldn’t obey him: his spine straightened and his shoulders drew back and his legs stepped wide into a power-stance despite the boots pinning his feet at an unnatural angle; he was spraying hot sparks at a defenseless innocent person and he was posing like he was proud of himself.

The seizure ended and he dropped the hammers and stumbled to the edge of the bed, ready to smother fires with his thin cotton gloves, brush off any burning embers from the woman’s hair. Lisa caught him by the shoulder. “Hey! Hey, look, you did it,” she said, examining the woman through her river rock.

There were no fires or burns. The infected gray-black marks were retreating up from her skin and trickling away into inert slime. “What did I do,” Robbie panted.

“You saved the day!” Lisa said brightly. She lifted her rock to check the ceiling; fresh veins had begun to ripple over the paint in a human outline that mirrored Mrs. Sanchez. “You saved...two thirds of the day. Eli, so your thing.”

Robbie hated that he knew Eli well enough to read from the tension in his sigmoid posture that he was taken aback. “My thing.”

“Bite her!” Lisa said impatiently, watching the ceiling.

“What?”

“His bites heal people.”

“Puta madre.” Eli stared at the woman in...probably disgust. “This is…” He cut himself off, looking up at Lisa. “Just what I’ve always wanted.”

“You are so full of shit,” Robbie hissed. Lisa glared at him, and Robbie glared back. “He is!”

“We don’t have time for this,” Lisa said to Eli, making a strange gripping gesture beside his head. “Hurry up or I’ll do it for you. Manually.”

Eli grudgingly fit his mouth around Mrs. Sanchez’ wrist and wriggled his lips and teeth around with disturbingly more mobility than Robbie had expected a snake to be capable of. Robbie clenched his fists as translucent pink fangs flicked into view before sinking into her wasted skin. Eli’s body glowed, and pink sparks shimmered along her veins, circled over her heart, and flashed twice before vanishing. Mrs. Sanchez opened her eyes and sat bolt upright, staring at Robbie.

“Uh,” Robbie said.

“Oh thank God you’re okay!” Lisa squealed, throwing herself between them and gripping Mrs. Sanchez by the torso. “Ma’am, you just survived a carbon monoxide leak, it’s absolutely imperative that we get you to fresh air, you may still be experiencing visual disturbances, first responders have been called, come on, let’s get you out, don’t worry about your belongings, let’s go. Go. Go.” She half-led, half-wrestled the confused woman out the door. Robbie took two steps after them before his ankles did a death-wobble and dumped him to his knees. “We’ll figure out your amnesia-whatever when I get back,” Lisa assured him. “If the hotel wakes up again…” She mimed bashing something with a hammer. “You got this!”

“I got this,” Robbie whispered to himself, stumbling to the nearest wall for balance.

“He can’t even walk!”

#sorry this turned into absolute. gibberish at the end there. i am so sorry #im going to fucking bite something im going to lose it #i am GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE I AM NOT OKKKKKKKKKKK #ghost rider magical girl au #fic rec #robbie reyes #eli morrow #lisa (ghost rider)#ghost rider #aaaaaaaAAAAAAAA

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