#I also think that he would use these things like protection against parasites for dogs he supposedly partially is a dog

[cat-brrr]

Does your warewolf clyde ever occasionally get fleas?

He gets them more than he would like

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

Half-Life | Chapter One

Leon was alone.

Pairing: Plaga!Leon S. Kennedy/F!Chubby!Paranormal Investigator!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Body Horror, Suicidal Thoughts

Notes: This fic came to me in a fugue state after pulling an all-nighter. I was just really thinking about the potential for Plaga!Leon angst and what it would be like for him to live as one of the monsters he used to put down. I also think it's dismal how little Leon/Chubby!Reader content there is right now, so I made it myself. I'm not sure if I want to leave this as a one-shot or make it a short chapter fic, so let me know what you guys think!

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Leon succumbed to the parasite.

He managed to defeat Saddler and his monstrous puppets, being able to somewhat retain his mental state without a master to control him.

He got Ashley to safety, but he told her he was staying behind, knowing what might happen if the government got its hands on him. He figured it could go a few different ways: they’d either kill him immediately because he would be deemed a threat, they’d experiment on him, or they’d use him as a bioweapon—the thing he’d been fighting against this whole time.

Ashley tried to convince him that she and her father would do what they could to prevent those outcomes after all he’d done to save and protect her, believing (as a young girl would) that he could be fixed and live a normal life.

Leon knew better than that. And so he asked her to tell the world he died when she made it out. Despite her protests and her tears, she did just that.

He then met with the merchant after saying his goodbye to Ashley. The strange man let Leon trade his weapons and equipment—things he’d never need to use again—for basic supplies to ease his transition into living in the wilderness.

Leon had always preferred civilization to the great outdoors. The irony that he'd spend the rest of his life in the middle of nowhere after lamenting this fact was not lost on him.

With a cheerful adieu, the merchant packed up his things and left, never to return.

Leon was alone.

At first, it was almost peaceful.

He lived off hunting the animals in the woods and spearing the fish in the lake with his new scorpion-like tail. He even maintained a friendship with the dog he helped (that helped him in return), aptly naming him “Wolfie” because Leon had never been the creative type.

Even with his animal companion, though, Leon felt… lonely. He had lost everything; his friends thought he was dead, he no longer had a purpose to fulfill beyond survival, and his humanity had been ripped away from him—one of the few things left he ever really held onto while fighting monsters for so long.

He craved human connection more than anything but knew he had to settle for what he had.

And so, when the occasional curious hiker appeared nearby, he did what he could to scare them off. He rarely had to do much to ensure that they wouldn’t come back, using the decomposing bodies of the Ganados and the carcasses of his prey as “decorations” around the entrance of the village.

Of course, there was the occasional brave soul who ventured into his new home. Leon had to take matters into his own hands by either darting between trees and buildings to feed their paranoia or simply showing himself from a distance, standing to his full height and glaring them down.

They always ran screaming after that.

The longer he lived alone, the less human he felt he was, giving in to baser instincts to survive and provide for himself and Wolfie.

But he tried to maintain the human side of him that somehow still persisted, in any way he could. 

He’d talk out loud to himself and his furry friend. He holed up in the village chief’s house and took care of it to the best of his ability. He would set traps for rabbits and birds. He even used the old motorboat to go fishing in the lake, though it eventually ran out of fuel, forcing him to rely on the four appendages that sprouted from his spine as makeshift paddles.

He did his best.

The years slipped by and his loneliness only grew.

Wolfie was old now and Leon worried what would happen to the little sanity he had left when his only companion died. He did what he could to keep the wolf-dog comfortable, ruffling his clawed hands through his fur as he’d done a million times. But now gray tinged the animal’s coat, and Leon wondered how he never noticed it before.

What about Leon, then? Was he aging, too?

In a fit of rage, during the early days of his transformation, he had broken all the mirrors in the house, not wanting to look at himself and what he’d become.

So now he traveled to the well outside, staring at his rippling reflection in the dark water.

The skin of his face was still smooth—or what was left of it after his mouth ripped apart to make room for the rows of deadly sharp teeth that burst from his gums.

His once blue eyes were now a vibrant, glowing red, his vision having been improved vastly by becoming the ultimate apex predator. Just another step further from his humanity, he thought.

He kept his hair the way he always liked it, though learning to use the rusty scissors he found while out rummaging in the village had been a challenge with his new needle-like fingers.

His body had been slowly… growing… over the years. Elongating. His arms and legs, once thick and corded with muscle, were thinning into gangling limbs.

God, it was like a second puberty. But infinitely worse.

He barely fit into any of the clothes he’d collected, the articles simultaneously too loose on his form but far too short to cover his lower abdomen and calves. He didn’t bother with shoes anymore, none able to be pulled onto his taloned feet.

It was fine, however, as the ground wasn’t painful to traverse now (even on the roughest of terrain), and he no longer experienced the cold or the heat in a way that could affect him. That was one of the few “improvements” he welcomed over time, after facing the sweltering summers and winters blanketed in snow.

Despite these changes, though, Leon realized while studying his mirror image that there wasn’t a single indication of aging to be seen. Not a gray hair or wrinkle in sight.

Internally, he began to panic.

If he didn’t age, would that mean he’d be stuck living like this forever? That once Wolfie passed, he’d be alone for eternity?

He wished he had just gone with Ashley and hoped whoever greeted them would have gunned him down on the spot. At least then he wouldn’t have had to live this half-life, practically a ghost already haunting these woods.

He wondered if even the cruelty of experimentation or being used as a weapon would be worth no longer facing this suffocating isolation.

He chided his younger self for his optimism that being left behind was the best option.

It was set, then. After he buried his dog, he would finally pluck up the courage to kill himself. It wouldn’t be easy for him. Leon had always been a fighter, never wanting to give up. But he was tired, and there was nothing besides his animal companion that was keeping him tethered to the world. He was listless.

And yet, there was still a part of him that hoped something might change. He of all people—if he even had the right to call himself a person anymore—knew better than to let hope lead him.

It had been a decade of the same, hadn’t it?

The monotony of his days was almost too much to bear. He thought years ago, before he was infected, that he would enjoy a life like this. It was peaceful in a way, wasn’t it? He realized now he missed the chaos.

A far-off noise suddenly jarred him from his thoughts.

Another “improvement” had been his enhanced hearing. He could pick something up nearly a mile away.

He tilted his head to better decipher the sound.

Footsteps.

Well, that wasn’t unusual, given the area. It was full of wildlife, after all.

But then he heard something else, something that made his whole body freeze up.

Something so distinctly human, there was nothing else it could possibly be.

He heard singing.

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Your family and friends had called you ridiculous when you told them you wanted to hunt the supernatural for a living.

Perhaps they were right, but it was a passion of yours to seek out the weird and wild. Maybe that was why you were so compelled by what went bump in the night.

You weren’t sure you truly believed in ghosts and cryptids and the like, but you had an open mind and the ambition to seek out answers. Given the state of the world and the B.O.W.s that terrorized it, you supposed the supernatural might not be far removed from reality, anyway.

You had always been deemed “strange” by others. Had always been on the outside looking in, wondering why being normal never came easy to you.

It didn’t help that your body type—short and plump—made you feel further removed from everyone else. You never thought you were ugly or unattractive, but that didn’t stop others from deciding you were, based solely on something so trivial.

But you weren’t completely alone. Your family loved you, you made good friends, and you even had your fair share of relationships over the years.

You learned that normalcy was bullshit, and so you embraced your strangeness.

And that’s what led you to this abandoned village, hidden deep in the Spanish woodlands.

The locals of a nearby town had told you of the horrors that occurred here. Stories of missing hikers and a cult seeking to take over the world through a parasitic bioweapon; of the daughter of the former United States president being rescued by a young agent who died tragically while saving her life.

You knew all of this already, of course. You had done your research on this place and what had happened to it.

You knew that Ashley Graham made it home safe—traumatized but mostly unharmed. You knew the cult and its monsters had been completely wiped out. You knew the place was practically a ghost town, the forest beginning to reclaim the ruins.

None of that, though interesting, was what brought you to this village, however.

What caught your attention was what came after.

Many were curious about the place when the news broke, but only a rare few dared to visit it. Fewer still ever made it past the gate.

But those who did spoke of a creature who lurked in the shadows. They claimed it was tall—nearly seven feet—and its eyes glowed red. No one had managed to snap a photo of it in their state of panic, but the descriptions were all consistent.

El Escorpion, they called it.

It seemed like a solid lead, and even if you never found this recently discovered cryptid, the tragic and insane history—not to mention the creepiness factor—of the location would be enough material to write a compelling post for your paranormal blog.

Despite your family and friends’ initial concerns about your career of choice, you were doing well for yourself.

You still had to work on the side to pay for your rent and all the expenses that came with your investigations, often cranking out clickbait articles for a quick buck. But your blog had only recently popped off, your posts receiving a ton of new followers after an emotional visit to the ruins of Raccoon City (and likely a dangerous one, considering the radiation).

People liked your methods. They liked that you explained the story behind every location you visited with great detail and respect, but managed to keep it fun while still building up a spooky atmosphere.

If you were honest, the popularity of your blog wasn’t something you really cared about. Although it was nice to see the numbers rise and people engage with your hard work, the content was controversial and you were often belittled for your passion. The only thing you wanted was to get as many followers as it would take to receive sponsorships in hopes of making enough money to take your investigations to new heights.

It definitely wasn’t easy trying to live your dream, but so far it had been rewarding. You hoped this trip would be, too.

You had just exited the vehicle of the friendly (and very, very chatty) local who was kind enough to offer you a ride to your destination. They were a fan of your blog, they told you, and warned you to be careful.

Once they drove off, nothing could have prepared you for the horrifying sight that greeted you when you began your journey.

Bones and rot littered the ground—were even strung up on the surrounding trees like party streamers. Several of the carcasses seemed awfully fresh, and you weren’t sure, but some of the older remains looked… almost human?

No, you had to be imagining it.

But if the visuals didn’t make your stomach turn, the smell definitely did.

Ignoring your watering eyes and the gag reflex threatening to trigger, you pulled the collar of your shirt over your nose and snapped a few promising pictures before moving forward.

It was a bit of a walk, having to travel through an old hunting lodge that had seen better days in order to finally reach the village gate.

You balked at the human skulls that lined the top, a chill lurching up your spine at the realization. Instead of allowing the sinking feeling in your gut to control you, you took some more photos instead, determined to see this through.

You drew in a deep, calming breath and opened the gate, having to use most of your strength to push through the rust that coated its hinges.

You practically vibrated with a mix of excitement and anxiety as you looked at the village before you.

It was terrifying to do this alone, but you had grown used to the solitude during your investigations. You reminded yourself that the most you had dealt with in the past were other people pulling pranks on you and wild animals going about their business.

So, you continued on, not wanting to feed the needling fear that someone or something could have been left behind by the cult.

You spent some time in the village, singing to yourself to help settle your nerves, before leaving out of another gate. You didn’t have a map of the area, no one having been much further than the village in the ten years since its abandonment, so you simply had to explore on your own and hope you didn’t get lost.

You were walking down a wooded path, taking in every detail as you meandered forward, when you heard a rustle in the trees beside you. 

Whatever it was, it must have been huge. You prayed it was a deer.

Gathering your courage, you faced the direction of the noise and drifted closer to the edge of the forest, your movements careful and deliberate in hopes of not scaring whatever it was off or goading it to attack you.

It was broad daylight, but you were struggling to see into the shade cast by the densely packed foliage.

“I won’t hurt you,” you whispered gently as another movement from whatever it was jostled the bush in front of you.

It was stupid, but you felt inclined to reach out your hand, hoping it wouldn’t get bitten.

That’s when you saw the pair of glowing eyes staring at you through the leaves, roughly waist-height to you.

You felt some sense of relief at that, believing it to be a woodland animal.

That is, until the eyes started to move up. 

You froze in place, hand still outstretched, as a massive creature stood upright before you, their features obscured by shadow. 

Your mind screamed at you to run but your legs remained locked in place.

This is it, you thought. I’m going to die.

Well, at least it was a good run.

The creature stepped forward into the light and you were met with possibly the most horrifying beast you had ever seen.

It was over a foot taller than you, its form similar to that of a human, if not for the four long, spidery appendages that unfolded from its back, a scorpion tail whipping behind it.

It had talons on its feet and long claws instead of fingers, the tips of them dangerously sharp, its worn clothes hanging off of it awkwardly. 

Your eyes eventually climbed back up to its face, its mouth split nearly to its ears as it bared its fangs at you, glinting wickedly in the midday sun.

Your gaze met those glowing red orbs once more, the creature’s expression akin to a glare.

Something about its face seemed so familiar to you for some reason, the mix of confusion and terror only further cementing you to the ground. 

You still didn’t move when it took another step closer, its leg nearly brushing your still outstretched hand.

“You should’ve been running by now.”

You were startled by its voice, the sound deep and masculine. And pleasantly human despite the obvious threat.

You knew you had heard it before.

He leaned forward, his head level with yours as he searched your face, looking clearly befuddled by your refusal to escape.

“You’re practically begging me to eat you, little rabbit. But I prefer a chase.” He sounded serious, but he made no move to touch you.

Your hand finally fell to your side and you swallowed, hard.

“You’re lying.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, barely visible behind a curtain of choppy blond hair, before replying, “Excuse me?”

You took a shaky breath. “You’re lying. You’re not going to eat me. You’re not going to hurt me at all. There hasn’t been a disappearance in the area for ten years and everyone who’s come here since has lived to tell the tale.”

He laughed in surprise, running a claw through his hair. It was so uncanny how human it was. And how familiar. “Maybe I’m just a bad hunter.”

“Well, if those animal remains at the front of the village path are anything to go by, I highly doubt it.”

“Not all of them were animals, you know.” 

“The ones that weren’t are too old, though, aren’t they?”

“You’re observant, I’ll give you that.” He folded his long arms over his chest, red eyes looking out across your surroundings, sounding almost sheepish as he added, “You know, this might be the most I’ve talked to someone I should be eating instead.”

He shook his head and chuckled to himself before meeting your gaze.

And then it clicked.

“You’re… You’re Leon Kennedy, aren’t you?” you breathed.

He stiffened at the name. “How do you know who I am? Did someone tell you? Did someone send you here?”

He took another step during his inquisition, your noses nearly touching, his hot breath fanning across your face as you glanced at his sharp, sharp teeth.

“I’ve seen pictures of you. Interviews, too. You were all over the news when you survived Raccoon City. And again when President Graham claimed you died in action.” You paused for a moment in thought before you asked, “Did Ashley Graham know you survived?”

He scoffed, pulling back and stepping around you to add some distance. “I asked her to tell the world I was dead so I could live the rest of my days in peace as this… monster.”

“Ah, and all these curious visitors are like annoying kids in your front lawn?”

He huffed out a laugh. “Something like that. Why are you here, anyway? You seem kinda far from home.”

“Well…” It was your turn to look sheepish as you tried to explain, “I’m a paranormal investigator, and I came here because there were cryptid sightings in the area. Guess you’re the cryptid. Mystery solved.” 

He rushed back over to you, grabbing your arm. The movement jostled you and made you flinch, but it didn't hurt. He winced at your reaction, though, and loosened his grip. “Listen, please don’t tell anyone I’m here. I don’t need this place becoming a tourist hotspot. Not yet, anyway.”

“Not yet..? What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry about it, just… Please just promise me you won’t tell anyone about this.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “The problem is that I spent a lot of money on this trip, and if I don’t have something to show for it, my career could flop.”

He sighed deeply, releasing his hold. “Look, I can make it up to you, okay? If you’re strapped for cash, I have a bunch of gemstones, jewelry, and expensive little knick-knacks. Take what you can carry, got it?”

You thought on it for a moment, considering your options. You wanted to respect his privacy, but it was difficult to let something this big go. However, if he was willing to pay for your silence, you supposed you couldn’t complain. Maybe you could even buy better equipment when this was all said and done.

“Okay. Deal.”

He moved to shake your hand in his clawed one but pulled back when he noticed you eyeing it nervously. “Great. We’ll get you your stuff and send you on your way before it gets dark.”

“About that… My ride isn’t coming to get me until tomorrow morning. I was planning to camp out here tonight,” you revealed.

He gave you an incredulous look. “You’re telling me you heard rumors about a monster living in the area and you decide you’re going to spend the night here? No backup plan?”

“What can I say, I like to live on the edge. Besides, I didn’t really believe there was a monster out here, anyway. Egg on my face, I guess.” 

He rubbed his eyes with his palms as he let out an exasperated breath. “Right, well I guess you could spend the night, then. There aren’t any B.O.W.s left in the area except me, obviously. But some of the wildlife isn’t exactly friendly. Would be safer for you to stick with me.”

Your lips parted in surprise at his generosity before you offered him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Mr. Kennedy. I appreciate it.”

“Please, just… Just call me Leon.”

“Well, thank you, Leon,” you said, proceeding to give him your own name. 

His lips peeled up in what could almost be described as a bashful smile before he pointed further down the path. “C’mon, then. I can make us dinner.” 

You shocked him by hooking an arm through his, beaming up at him.

“We better get to it, then.”

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We.

Leon hadn’t heard someone say that in a long time.

Maybe things could be different.

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[bestworstcase]

#this post is about grimm summer yes#ruby makes an incorrect assumption because she does not yet have all the facts#but it is laughably clear that cinder was the impetus for the hound –#experimental monstrous replica of the stuffed toy dog salem’s youngest carried around which she created after cinders near-death at haven#whom salem 1. uses attempt to uncover the location of cinder’s vault and 2. sacrifices to protect cinder from the winter maiden#after cinder nearly dies at penny’s hands. the hound is not just a red herring for summer he is#an expression of the things salem cannot yet bring herself to say – incited by the act of making cinder grimm. like herself#insofar as him being silver eyed matters it’s the desire to preserve life – to protect – that betrays salems underlying motivations#this is a monster she made to protect her daughter

(<- my tags)

it’s about grimm!summer but it’s also about taking ‘jinn is an unreliable narrator because ruby only asked for ozpins side of the story’ to mean that the lost fable is wholly fabricated –no the god of light is not secretly the one who really obliterated humanity, to suggest that is as absurd as it would be to suggest that salem’s rebellion against the brothers is a fiction; the lost fable is what ozpin believes, and it is abundantly clear that everything he believes about what happened after ozma died is a product of what salem told him, distorted by centuries and centuries of frantic rationalization because he needs salem to be the one who deceived and manipulated him or his psyche will implode.

it’s also about taking maria’s conclusions from the lost fable at face value as factual and correct, ignoring the silver-eyed children oz had after several deaths/reincarnations and the very pointed subsequent demonstration that maria cannot discern eye color and only recognizes ruby as silver-eyed when she sees the light, thus demonstrating that “maybe there’s something you’re not seeing” is quite literally true of maria too.

and it’s about the stubborn resistance to considering that cinder’s vulnerability to the glare – which has been noticeably diminishing over time as she synthesizes with the grimm arm �� might not be because of the presumed(!) parasitic residue of the grimm beetle in her body, because i guess it’s easier to believe that cinder is a complete moron who’s somehow been kept in the dark about what silver eyes can do and salem is lying to her to prevent cinder from figuring out that the glare harms grimm than it is to grasp that the question is not “why did the glare hurt cinder’s (hypothetical) grimm passenger” but rather “why did the glare, which is supposed to only harm grimm, burn cinder’s human flesh” – and it’s also about the nonsense theory that salem cut off cinder’s arm herself for the specific purpose of making her more grimm and/or deliberately inciting cinder’s desire for vengeance against…a girl salem keeps telling her not to harm.

(if you think salem is THAT STUPID you don’t get to turn around and call her a master manipulator. lol)

the point is that this is a consistent pattern with this fandom – invoking the unreliable narrator to dismiss this or that textual evidence, including literal on-screen events, if it contradicts the viewpoint of whatever character has been arbitrarily deemed correct. and then, when the popular speculative theories founded on this approach inevitably fail, that’s fed into the fandom narrative that rwby is all about surprise twists and turns, that it’s impossible to predict what comes next, and – implicitly – that expecting the story to be structurally and narratively coherent at all is a fool’s errand, because don’t you know rwby is about subverting tropes!, as if rwby isn’t a masterclass on effective foreshadowing.

“unreliable narrators” is not code for “arbitrarily cherry-pick what you believe to be true from the text based on vibes and what you want to happen, and ignore any textual evidence that contradicts your theory-fanfic on the grounds that narrators are unreliable” it means you have to be skeptical and think critically about what every character says. only by evaluating the text in a holistic manner is it possible to determine the narrative truth.

you cannot just say “well this character is just lying/wrong, because unreliable narrators” – you need to actually interrogate the context. are there discrepancies between what this character said and what has been said by other characters? what about things we’ve been shown, not recounted to us through the lens of a character’s dialogue? does this character have a motivation to lie? are there relevant facts of which this character is not aware that might change their view? is the character stating a conclusion based on logical reasoning from the information they have or are they speaking from emotion? does the character have any biases that might inform their interpretation of what they know or see?

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A Failed Betrothal /Betrothal AU: Take Two

So here is the second part of the betrothal AU that I decided to name "A Failed Betrothal. This takes place before Part 1 which in hindsight should have been done first. Part 2 got too long so I cut it and started Part 3. I have no idea and nothing planned on how long this will go. Hope you enjoy ❤.

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PART 2

Marinette also wasn't having a good day or a good week.

Lila Rossi had been up to her usual tricks. You know, spewing lies from her mouth. How she met these awesome celebrities during this trip and they worship the ground she walks on for her amazing and humbling help. There were stories of these charities, trips and galas that she had been to or was invited to. She has problems with her wrists and can't do simple stuff like carry her own bag or do her homework. She has tinnitus in her ears so she needs to sit in the front where the only seat available would be next to Adrien.

And for the finale.

The desert after feeding the class a banquet of lies.

"Mari...nette..has been bullying me, she...told..me not to tell anyone..*sobs*..that she would kill me if I did.."

Lila dramatically gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth. Turning on the waterworks for a more dramatic effect. They all ate it up, jumping on the ‘let’s hate Marinette, a bad person’ train.

"She is going to kill me now and I am so scared." That snake managed to snuck an evil smirk past her glaring, oblivious classmates.

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Marinette, at this point of her life, had frankly given up caring for them due to the class's lack of brain cells and Agreste's spineless 'High Road' Approach.

For Kwami's sake, she went through a brutal torture that was training in some jungle temple in Asia before Sabine Cheng, former mercenary/assassin, kidnapped her (Little Marinette took a risk. She ran away and followed her around until Sabine begrudgingly accepted that she was now the 6- year-old girl's mother because screw it, Tom said he wanted children.) to raise/train as her own while she settled down with a baker whose mother may or may not have ties with the Mafia and other illegal activities.

(Mother-daughter bonding days became much more fun once she had Guardianship of the Miraculous. Sabine was ,at first, furious at Master Fu for dumping everything on the girl and losing his memories before swearing to help protect the jewels. Adopted or not, Marinette is her daughter and no one should let a child, even one with training, fight a war. A good thing to come out of her reveal was that her mother was a great tiger to have as back-up. But now, her training regime had become harder and challenging.)

The point was that Lila Rossi would be dead and body missing since that first time she threatened Marinette in the bathroom. The Italian was in perfect health despite what she claims otherwise, because Marinette didn’t want to be the person she was raised to be and also she didn’t want to disappoint Tikki, she was fond of the little red kwami. But sometimes, she just wanted to give into the urge to kill.

She had met and dealt with unsavory characters of all types and she can safely say that Lila Rossi was a manipulator that thrives on attention and like a parasite, latches herself onto the fame of others. None of the unsavory people she had met get under her skin like Rossi had.

Marinette had enough self-preservation to drop the nice girl act and sometimes let the dragon underneath to surface. She stopped doing last-minute favors and giving away free stuff which Lila uses to her full advantage to further destroy her relationships with her ‘friends’. It was better than sticking her neck out for classmates that were no longer worth her time. Attempts to expose Lila had backfired due to the denial they are in, believing the liar to be a sweet, nice girl living the high life.

Adrien with his rose-tinted glasses firmly stuck to his eyes was not happy at all with her decision. That may also have to do where she suggested he shove his advice after he tried to reason her to take the high road for defending herself for the umpteenth time. She felt like the biggest idiot to ever have a crush on him. Every time, Rossi blames Marinette for a problem, he would shoot disappointed looks in her direction.

Alya being Lila's biggest guard dog tore into Marinette for her newfound 'bad' behaviour. The rest of Lila's supporters backed her up with "How could you do that to Lila","I can't believe you changed." Nearly all her so-call friends had turned their backs and lost all common sense to the Italian's manipulations.

(Alya was supposed to be her best friend, aren’t you supposed to listen to your ‘bestie’ over a complete stranger)

The designer took it all with a bored expression on her face, used to the lecturing which was a waste of time because her behavior isn't going to change, no matter what, Lie-la will keep up the act of being the bully's (*cough*Marinette*cough*) victim.

Her heart that cracks the tiniest bit at the accusations. A small part of her, she admits, is hurt that they think so low of her.Was she really that worthless to them? All those times and efforts helping them out on last-minute favors and giving them free treats. Were they not enough to earn their friendship? Their trust or at the very least, a benefit of doubt?

The only ones who didn’t join the berating to 'correct' the raven-haired girl’s attitude were Chloe (who had proven herself to have changed after the miracle queen incident and Lila stole the spotlight and Sabrina. There were a lot of apologizes, gifts and ‘making up to do’) Alix (she came to her senses when the supposed bullying started) and Nathaniel (Lila blatantly claimed to be the artist for the Ladybug comic to his face).

“Girl, Marinette, are you even listening to me?”Alya demanded.

“Maybe. Did you say anything that doesn’t have to do with Lila or how I did her wrong or how I am no longer the person you knew?”

Marinette knew that being sarcastic would backfire but nothing she does or says will change what they think of her. One word from Lila and they will turn back on her. As much as she hates to admit it, Lila’s threat has fallen through and she was alone. Mostly.

She still had Chloe, Nathaniel, Alix, Luka and Kagami as friends. The trust-worthy and loyal kind.

“Girl,” Alya says in a disappointed tone, shaking her head,“when I look at you, I don’t see that girl who stood up to Chloe the bully-”, Chloe snorted, she had changed but they were too blind and prejudiced against her to notice her efforts, “-Picking on Lila, threatening and harassing her. This isn’t you and you know it. Just get over your jealousy on Lila being close to Adrien and apologize to her.”

If Alya had talked to her in the past 12 months other than demanding things that took away her time or anything relating to Lila, she would know that her infatuation had turned into annoyance.

Marinette sighed, too tired of this routine, tired of trying to knock heads so the brain cells can work again. Apologizing would mean that Lila had won. She was petty and stubborn enough to allow that to happen. Lila said she will take the class and Adrien. Fine, she can have them but Marinette Dupain-Cheng will not admit defeat. Bigger men had fallen to the ravenette for lesser offences. A year has passed since the expulsion and the class still hasn't regained common senses, so they can deal with the consequences after the inevitable downfall of Lila and Marinette will be there to see them lay in the grave they dug.

Steeling herself for the pain that will come with the execution of her plan,

“What if I don’t. I won’t apologize to her because I have not done anything to her or even interacted with her. If I apologize, it would be insincere and a lie. And I hate liars.” The former assassin said evenly.

“Lila is not a liar. I don’t know why you are like this.” Alya said, frustrated.

Marinette knew there would be a small chance of an akuma with Gabriel Agreste having an important meeting to attend on this day that would last for the next hour. This was the small window of opportunity to start the plan and also further confirm the identity of Hawkmoth. Killing two birds with one stone.

“Alya, this has always been me, you just never took the time to get to really know the real me.”, she replied, the last part with an icy tone.

“Well-... I- ..You-, fine, then if you can’t say those simple three words, we can’t be friends. I clearly don’t know what a selfish bitch you are. God, I can’t believe I wanted to be best friends with you. You are now replaced by Lila because unlike you, she is genuinely nice and selfless.” Alya declared. The rest of Lila’s supporters murmured in agreement.

Phase 1, complete. Lure the Lie-la into a false sense of security by making her think she won.

Marinette tried not to show how hurt she was, to be replaced by the scheming bitch. But at the same time she felt relieved, she no longer had to walk on eggshells in fear of losing the friendships of people she used to care about. It felt final as she maintained her stoic expression, hoping they didn't notice the glassy sheen her eyes had.

“Then, it is official. We are no longer friends.”

They haven’t been friends for a long time.

Mme. Bustier finally walked into the classroom to start the afternoon classes, signalling the end of the conversation. After class, Marinette resolves to inform them that she was resigning as class president which she was sure the class will be glad for. She was right.

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Ladybug was, as the Americans say, pissed at Hawkmoth which was nothing new. He had sent out another akuma just as Marinette was back home and trying to relax after the stressful day. The akuma was not any of her ex-friends which she wasn’t sure to be thankful for or not.

Louise Martin was a boy about Luka’s age and mad at his friends who had blamed their fifth loss-in-a-row on him despite the fact that it was his skills that were getting them any progress. They were playing one of those recently released 5V5 skills and strategy battle games. (League of Legends or Mobile Legends. Take your pick, I am going with the latter)

He was akumatized into Hayakuma as proof of Hawkmoth’s lack of creativity. Hayakuma was a bleached out version of Louise’s chosen hero avatar, Hayabusa whose outfit was basically what the media portrays ninjas to look like with some samurai aspects.

Unfortunately, he also had the hero’s ultimate special powers which were making four shadow copies of himself and being able to switch positions with them. Thanks to Rattlesnake’s Second Chance, they know that he can only make a switch once every two minute. Hayakuma also wields a sword, showing off his skills.

Just lovely.

Hydra and Ladybug were the only ones able to counter his attacks with Hydra’s sword and Ladybug’s summoned one. (Let’s go with that headcanon(?)/trope that she can summon weapons for plot convenience and the others can too but just don’t have enough practise yet.)

The others managed to dodge and shield themselves from Hayakuma’s really sharp sword.

The shadows themselves were annoying as they would distract or hinder the miraculous users by grabbing them by their shadows and making them unable to move. Until Bunnix had the brilliant idea of shadow boxing which gave the heroes gain more even ground.

With how strong and handful the akuma was, it was code ‘all hands on deck’. Ladybug, Stinger, Rattlesnake, Hydra, Bunnix, Trickster. Well, nearly every hand. Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ was busy with the bakery. Chat Noir was nowhere to be seen or very late which had been the norm for the last year ever since Ladybug wanted to form a new miraculous team consisting of permanent heroes.

(He didn’t show up for the first few months because the first permanent member was Ladybug’s mother who did not like his attitude towards her daughter. He ran away with his tail between his legs once he found out how she was related to Ladybug. His face when he realized it, was something Marinette will cherish forever)

At least when Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ was around, he would not dare act out of line. When she is gone however, he is back to his old ways.

After saving one of Louise’s teammates from Hayakuma’s sword, they gathered the rest of the team and hid them someplace safe. Using Trickster’s illusions to trick all the shadows and the original to one place, the heroes were going to surround and ambush them and get the akumatized item. The plan would have been a success if it weren’t for Chat Noir hugging Ladybug from behind, making her miss her cue.

“Hey~ Bugaboo~ Did you miss me~? Your Chaton~?”

Thwack! Smack!

Chat Noir was on the rooftop, groaning pitifully in pain. Especially his crotch area. Ladybug glared at him and looked to the ambush point to see the illusions had disappeared and everyone else gone from their hiding place.

She sighed and turned on the comms, (Thank you, kwamis)

“Sting, did you venomed the akuma?”

“No, he escaped before I could. What happened, LB?”

“A certain cat got me delayed. What’s the status update?”

“Hydra is holding him off and Bunnix found that an umbrella is a good substitute for a sword. The rest of us are keeping track of the shadows. They split up but none of them are getting near where we hid the targets.”

“Where are you? I will meet you later with back-up.”

“Near Notre Dame and tell Mama Tigress I said hi.”

“Tell her yourself.”

She looked down at Chat No-, no he is not worthy of being a hero anymore with the amount of times he had derailed and hijacked the plans to defeat the akumas just so he can ‘earn’ Ladybug’s heart.

She looked down at Adrien Agreste, who was sitting and sulking like a child that was unfairly punished. (Once she got over her crush and started looking at the right things that she managed to piece together her ‘partner’s’ identity by accident. Tikki’s confirmation sealed the deal.)

“Chat Noir, this partnership of ours,” she said, gesturing to the two of them, “ is going to change tonight. Meet me at the ‘spot’ at 11 sharp. Now, go home.”

He left with a small glimmer of hope in his eyes at her words. She felt a little bad about the subtle manipulation but with the way things were now, it can’t go on. He was hindering more than helping and the people of Paris that weren’t shipping ‘Ladynoir’ saw that.

As she jumped towards Notre Dame, she called the bakery with her yoyo.

“Mama, are you free now? I need a little help with the akuma and can you bring the horse miraculous.”

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Chat Noir waited excitedly at what they both dubbed at their ‘spot’, in the good old days when it was just the two of them. Maybe Ladybug was finally open to the idea of dating. Or maybe she must have seen what a great hero he is and was going to get rid of the team. Or realized that having her mother on her team was a bad idea. Parents are the worst and they both can be two rebellious teenagers in love. Like Romeo and Juliet. So romantic~.

He was so deep in his daydream that he didn’t hear his lady land.

“Chat Noir.” Startled, he nearly fell off the roof. No, don’t make a fool of yourself in front of Ladybug.

“Yes, Bugaboo.” Hoping she didn’t know that he was very distracted. His attention will always be hers 100%.

“Don’t call me Bugaboo. Tikki wants to talk to Plagg about Kwami stuff. So you go over and hide behind that chimney. Then, we can talk about why I told you to be here.” Adrien frowned and then smiled. His lady must be very embarrassed about her mistake that must be why she is taking her time. He tried listening to what they were saying but the kwamis were talking in their special Guardian Language. Was it him or did Tikki’s voice sound more like his lady’s voice?

Whizz!

Adrien was tied up with Ladybug’s yoyo. “M’Lady? Bugaboo!? LADYBUG! WHAT IS GOING ON?!! PLAGG-”

Ladybug cut in, “Adrien Agreste, you have been slack in your hero duty and choosing your own feelings over supporting your partner, me, the holder of the Ladybug Miraculous and current Grand Guardian, in the efforts to defeat the enemy of Paris, Hawkmoth. Due to those reasons, you are no longer worthy to be the Holder of the Black Cat Miraculous” in one swift motion, she took the ring off his finger, “As such you are hereby revoked of Plagg’s Ring.”

“NO, YOU CAN’T. YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I LOVE YOU AND I KNOW YOU LOVE ME BACK. WE ARE SOULMATES, WE ARE MEANT TO BE-”

Adrien went slack at Lady Tigress’s pinch on his pressure point.

“I don’t what you ever saw in the boy.”

“I don’t know either. I think I dodged a bullet here. Can you carry him back to his home? I think I have dealt with enough of him tonight.” Ladybug muttered, as she erased Adrien’s memories of being Chat Noir.

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(Part 3)

[dantesintegrity]

Higurashi Gou Theory [DEBUNKED]: The Miracle, Motive, and Murders of Satoshi Houjou

Satoshi has always been a fascinating character to me, mainly because we’ve only actually seen him in the first half of Chapter 5, an only in some segments of Chapter 8.  Even so, his presence has been constantly lingering in Higurashi for as early as Chapter 1, and because of his sudden disappearance it only lead to more and more suspense. Not just to us, the audience, but to the characters themselves, they were completely changed because of his Disappearance. Shion was devastated by the demoning away of the one she loved, Satoko felt immense guilt because of it, and Keiichi became paranoid by the mere mention of his name. So when we found the truth that he was merely comatose in the Irie institute, we gave a sigh of relief because he was alive- yet still devastated of the news that he my never wake up. We’ve known that he has been through so much reading the Visual novel, and it only adds to the Tragic circumstance he is under.

However, This is not the Visual novel. Higurashi Gou is something new, and we have started to suspect that the culprit my in fact be someone different this time.

It was around Watadamashi that I began to think that- you know, as a joke- that Satoshi was the Culprit this time. I had no real reason to suspect him, just a crack pot theory that I will humor on occasion.

Then we all noticed something peculiar, when Keiichi woke up in Onidamashi, he was informed that Rika and Satoko were ambushed and killed.

In Watadamashi- while Rika was killed as well- it was Mion and Satoko who were killed together.

Then, in the Thirteenth episode, Mion, Shion, Rika, and Satoko were said to be dead- Supposedly killed by one Ooishi Kuraudo, if Rena’s words are to be believed.

Now, in all of these Circumstances, Satako was one of the Victims, alongside Rika. To us Original fans, we know that Rika is Certainly fated to die. In Gou, however, Satoko is added to that list.

There is a phrase that goes something like: “Once is Happenstance, Twice is Coincidence, Three times is Enemy action”

Satoko is Directly Targeted by the Culprit, I can say that with conviction.

Now, here is where my theory diverts from other theories. Some theories that she is the Culprit, murdered Rika and committed suicide. The reason why she did that is because......... Some will also that she is a Looper, Evidence to support this is that.................. Some say she is just sus.

While I agree, some- key word, some- of her actions are suspicious, I believe that she is actually more of a distraction if anything else. Whether it is intentional or coincidental, we are the ones who is being deceived into thinking that Satoko is behind everything.

But we are focusing too much one what is being shown by the light, when the truth may be in the shadows. Additionally, one of the complaints I have been seeing for this series is that the Endings of each arc seems to just pop up out of no where, unlike the original where we would be able to at least get a grasp of how the story ends. However in Gou, we are being kept in the Dark, as well as other things...

In a previous theory of mine, I suggested that the existence of Satoshi is narratively being kept in the dark. Original viewers would have noticed that he was barely mentioned, and new viewer who noticed the bat would wonder who this “Satoshi” person even before Tataridamashi.

From Keiichi, who doesn’t know who Satoshi is. To the club members characters, who never mention him. To Rika, who perhaps completely ruled out him as a possibility.

(Note: Before anyone says anything on Knox’s First, You must remember that literally the first thing we see in the Opening is Satoshi’ name. It is written in Japanese, so anyone who knows Japanese, or knows the bare minimum of how to use google translate would know that his name is written plain as day. Therefore, no, this does not Violate Knox’s First. If you don’t take that as evidence because it is in the Opening and not in the actual episode, then you are also forced to disregard any and all other evidence that shows up in the Opening, yes, that includes the blonde hair girl.)

While the endings and circumstances of those endings are very different from the original- and some might even say ‘out of no-where.’ There is one thing that actually remains consistent throughout all the arcs.

Onidamashi is very similar to Onikakushi, up until Keiichi lets Rena in. With some few notable exceptions (such as Takano and Tomitake dissapearing- but we will get to that later.)

Watadamashi is also fairly reminiscent to Watanagashi, at least until Rika dissapears in school- ending up in the septic tank.

Tataridamashi is almost beat for beat to Minagoroshi, all the way up to the Watanagashi Massacre.

You starting to notice a trend? The Drastic change shows itself after- or on the day of Watanagashi. Meaning that on the night of Watanagashi, something happens that drastically changes the game board.

Enter: Satoshi Houjou.

So, where does my theory begin? Well, like the original series: Satoshi kills his Aunt, Has his mental breakdown, and forced into a Coma. He enters into a Sleep that he may never wake up, nor will he ever recover from entering L5.

And then... he does.

One day, Satoshi just wakes up, completely lucid. Those at the institute thought he would have never wake up, thinking he was a lost cause and would certainly never wake up. Yet even so, an Astronomical chance happened, and he recovered from the breaking point. It was a Marvelous Occasion, A Miracle, some might even say.

Naturally, this Miracle would have effected Two people in particular: Irie Kyousuke, and Takano Miyo.

To Takano, she could have used him as evidence in support of her research and to get more funding and prevent the Shut down- it was a long shot be she may have had the slightest bit of hope.

For Irie, this was more personal for him. He knew Satoshi and wanted for things to have been better for him, now he has the chance to change everything. Plus his recovery could lead to more and better treatment for Hinamizawa syndrome- or better yet a Cure.

Satoshi meanwhile, is confused. Where is this place? What do they mean by Parasite? Why can’t he see his sister? He doesn’t understand what is going on.

So to help calm him down- or for Takano, help him cooperate- They both told him the truth behind Hinamizawa, and the Parasite.

They tell Satoshi about the truth about Satoko’s Illness, and their theory that Rika may actually be the Queen Carrier.

This is where I form the Crux of my theory, its about what they told him, combined with his willingness to do anything for his little sister.

Because, what if, when they were telling him everything, he had an idea.

What if Satoko’s illness is caused by Rika.

Rika, being the ‘Queen Carrier’ turned Satoko into an L3 Instance, causing the Hallucinations and Paranoia she has now. Yes, she is currently being Treated, but what if Rika was the one to Cause it.

Of course, Satoshi may be misinterpreting everything they are saying, but he doesn’t understand all the medical terminologies Takano and Irie use. There could also be a chance that he is not fully cured either, and that his symptoms are causing him to misinterpret everything they are.

Regardless, he has his theory, Rika is the cause of everything.

There is another that thing could have happened while he was under their Care. One day, Takano was taking some samples from him, testing to see what could have caused his awakening.

Satoshi then asked a question, something like “Will I ever be able to see Satoko.”

Takano possible replied, “Well, unless she also has a full on breakdown like you, then maybe we’ll let you meet with her- but she might not even recognize you, like you couldn’t recognize anyone other than your Aunt.”

Satoshi, feeling dread from her response, then ask, “Well... what will you do with her then?!?!”

Takano, perhaps Joking, replies, “Don’t know, maybe I’ll dissect her brain hee hee hee.”

Whether Takano was joking or not, Satoshi took it literally. I mean, with this secret underground facility under the Clinic, a paramilitary group at her command, She is more than capable of kidnapping Satoko and dissecting her.

He killed his Aunt to protect his sister, but now he knows what could really be up against them. Takano can take Satoko, and examine her brain and do all kinds of horrible experiments on her, all while Satoko is still alive.......

Satoshi would not let them do that, but he is their medically confined prisoner.

He needs to escape.

He needs to stop that monster from demoning away Satoko.

He needs to make sure this ‘Tokyo’ organization from ever doing harm to her.

...

He needs to Kill Satoko.

He doesn’t want to... but what option does he have? If Satoko does breakdown, then she will become Takano’s lab rat. Even if they do manage to escape, she will be unmedicated, and her condition will degrade even further.

To Satoshi, that is his only option, it would be a mercy kill in his eyes.

And while he’s at it, why doesn’t he kill the person who is also heart of this damn parasite.

He needs to kill Rika Furude.

So, on the night of Watanagashi Festival, he decides then to escape.

Perhaps to keep extra watch on Rika, there were fewer Mountain Dogs on the Clinic, or the others were in the Secret base that Takano planned on hiding out in. Meaning that on that night, there were few people guarding the Clinic.

That night, he gets up, and finds anything relatively bat-shaped, and escapes his room. He tries his best to hide in the many dark corners of the Clinic, but eventually he is spotted, and he is reported to the others. They try their best to stop him, but he does manage to escape, almost as if Fate was certainly on he side.

After he escapes, its reported to Takano and Tomitake, right before she enact her plan. She now has more important matters to deal with, so she suggested that her and Tomitake remain hidden in the mean time, to protect themselves from what ever danger Satoshi poses, and also to- just for her own amusement- keep up the appearance of the Curse.

So her and Tomitake begin their search for Satoshi Houjou.

And Satoshi Houjou will begin this years new game, his goal:

Kill Satoko Houjou and Rika Furude.

Well this theory took me a while to type, Sorry if there are any spelling or grammar errors, but this is actually the third time I had to write a lot of that, since my computer crashed while I was typing... Twice. Feel free to comment any Critiques to my theory. Soon I will need to write my theory on each one of the arcs, so I can fully break down what happened.

[theinheriteddutchess]

Yeah, bella doesn't care about anything unless she values them. Had the cullens not been so pretty I doubt she would've given them a second thought. It's clear she glorifies them, because she's perfectly capable of rejecting people and staying away from them, but now when it's "love" suddenly she's accepting any kind of behavior they throw at her they keep information away from her, she doesn't get to decide what to do or have a say in the plans. Evertime she goes to visit her friend (because let's face it, Jacob is the only true friend she has) she has to compromise and excuse herself. She accepts edward messing up her car! To prevent her from going to LA push.

If anyone else has done that she wouldn't ripped them a new one I imagine. And she also had the tendency to allow the cullens to insult the Wolfpack but gets angry if the Wolfpack say leech or bloodsuckers. Which they are, they are literal parasites.

In a different story the Wolfpack would be the heroes because they are the protectors, and the creatures killing/wanting to kill are the villain. But in this story we get a reversal. Killing is a-okay, and calling a vampire a bloodsuckers is being a meanie. Vampires calling a shapeshifter dog is cool, but the Wolfpack hating the creatures that forced them to turn and are killing people left and right around the place is basically discrimination.

I rant and rant and get upset! 🤪 but bella is not a good person. She is not a kind person. She is not a caring person. She isn't smart or sympathetic or insightful. And all that is okay. But then accept that and stop saying she's something she isn't!

So I got distracted by my own active mind. But coming back to yours. Yes never once was I afraid for her, or sensed a terror in her. Everything just happened to her. I don't know... maybe it's the author who can't write emotions well? Everything also moves the way she wants to, so all the characters move along as well. No one feels really like their own person at the end of the series, because it's about bella's happy ending. Which fair enough, she's the main. But I do feel everyone else got thrown under the bus.

Jacob is not himself anymore and is stuck with a child/ demon hybrid, forever tied to the creatures he despises. Used like a guard/ lapdog. Charlie and Renee either have to grieve or come to the realization that their daughter is not even human, and their grandchild will look the same age as her parents forever. The wolfpack are forced allies (the last battle where all the vampires came together to help the cullens, while going to town in nearby towns, makes me sick for the wolfpack. This goes against everything they stand for and they had to accept it to protect this imprintee. This will forever change them, knowing these are the very things they supposed to kill and now having to step back and accept all the murders,I can't imagine how they deal with that), no one had their own agency except float around edward and bella. Gross.

Bella is nicely protected and very important with every "scary" scene, and she's fine with that, why bother thinking of others?

Also fuck off with your Switzerland, these are the people you claim to love, you work through that shit. Or set very firm boundaries. She just wants her cake and eat it too. It would've been nicer to cut jacob off, but she's selfish.

"I'm so worried about Charlie" when something real is going down, yet she's talked over and over again how little she values him, how little she respects him, but it's shown in a way to point out "see how caring bella is??" But she's never actuality worried or scared. She doesn't really care about others safety, she doesn't look out for them. She insisted on vampires being real good people, while bodies drop around her.

I'm well aware I go from one subject to the next, in my mind it makes sense and then I reread it and it's a whole mess. I love that you can write quickly and consistently what you want to say, and then I come here with incoherently babbling.😭

I don't care if bella is good or bad, but then write her that way. You can't make an uncaring, selfish and shallow person and present her as a pure soul. It does not with that way.

Bella is a mean girl, just not popular enough to act like it in public.

But see if they drink animal blood that lasts shorter but otherwise they rot, gives us a consequence for their vampirism! We can't have that. A race against time...a goal. They can't just sit and be pretty any longer.

They can't woo a person because of the smell and rotten skin would be a turn off. They don't have all the time in the world so they get impatient. Edward can mope all he wants but he needs to actively search for food before all there's left of him is bones soon. You know he's actually full of himself so he will lose control and just kills a person again to keep his pretty looks.

Now that's a thing you might get invested in! It's weird and gross and morally wrong but how do you try to hold on to any goodness inside you?

Will bella still accept Edward's bloodlust if he's ugly? (No, duh), will vampirism still have a hold on her knowing you'll rot and smell and are obviously the monster?

The thing is, while you are absolutely right!, normally a book shouldn't have to bend and be kneaded. There will be questions and expansions. But I don't think I've ever seen any discussions about a bookseries where people so ultimately reject Canon and come up with some really whacky shit that somehow feels more realistic and fitting than the original.

(I hope that someday I've got my pent up feels about this series released and will be able to talk about it much shorter and consistently, because I sound like a madman who wants to crap anything together so at once. You my poor victim stuck in this weird loop trying to have a normal conversation... have my sincere apology!)

ppl like to tease edward for being a sensitive sadboi who plays the piano, but let's take a moment to appreciate that he never brought bella up to his room and pulled out an acoustic guitar. i would rather get my tears ate.

[darrowsrising]

Dark Age final thoughts, by yours truly! Spoilers ahead, blacklist the tag.

One thing you learn about talking about books on the internet is that if you can't take criticism of your own criticism - someone disagrees with a critique of yours - you should check your panties for uncomfortable bunches.

You can state your opinions without getting offended if someone disagrees with them (of course they should do that in a respectful manner). If you didn't want anyone discussing what you say, then pardon me, I had this ridiculous thought that we can have a conversation around our separate opinions.

I never aim to change one's opinion. I only want to present things how I see them. Because I always agree to disagree, as books are subjective. Our interpretation of them even more so.

Please, fellow Howlers, take this post of mine and if you disagree with what I say here, tell me so and add your own thoughts.

I don't have rose-coloured glasses when it comes to Red Rising, despite the what I look like. I do have rose eyes when it comes to Darrow and I ain't sorry. But it's always the good parts that interest me more than its bad parts. That's why I don't talk about them much. Why wouldn't I do that? I am here for a great time, not for Pixie time.

Now, to delve as I should in this abyss of my mind, here are my final Dark Age thoughts:

I love this book and I'd give it 5/5.

There were some plot points that kinda felt wierd to me. Like the fact that Atlas and Atalantia have way more claws embedded into the Republic than I thought possible. Some things are too much like the Obsidian Gorgon.

Yet, 99.99% procent of it was amazing.

I loved Mustang's pov the most, it delievered exactly what I wanted and more.

Darrow is on equal footing, even if his plot was heart-breaking.

Lyria was gorgeous and I loved her plot the mostn to be honest. It had everything.

Ephraim found his guts and stopped wallowing and it was glorious! I was wary of his redemption, but in the end, it was indeed glorious. Tragic, but he was built that way. I never expected otherwise.

Lysander was hard to endure. Very hard. There is no redemption for him. Too many of such arcs can be annoying, although Pierce Brown always deliever.

I knew Cassius wouldn't die like that. When he looked at Lysander, I had the same feeling as when Sevro called Lilath an 'untidy abortion'. Which was glorious. Of course, he wouldn't even think that, but he surely has some regrets that he let Lysander become this.

Pax and Electra are amazing and sweet. And feral. I am so happy that we got more of them. They are exactly what I love part mother, part father, 100% their own bloodydamn selves.

Victra was a goddess and I love her so very much. The writing is so amazing when it comes to Victra. I felt how genuine she is and how out there. It was beautiful to read. So beaitiful.

Lyria, Volga and Victra are amazing and it was amazing to read of them. Now I want more.

The girl action in this book was exactly what I needed.

Also loved Virginia with Holiday and Theodora.

I am devastated still from the death of some of my faves and my new faves.

Ephraim was always annoying to me, but after Pax and the Obsidians kick sense into him, I do come to appreciate his style. Thank Reaper he stopped with those us vs. them, I disliked those the most.

Volga is the most precious feral baby ever and if something happens to her, I don't care, we riot.

Luckly, Adrius 2 doesn't know how to erase memories yet. So here's hoping Cassius, Darrow, Screwface and Thraxa rescue them on their way to Mars.

Atlas au Raa is really overpowered imo. I dislike his comparation with Vlad the Impaler, it is ill-fitting.

Diomedes is on Earth. The Minotar is joining the fray.

Lysander got the Minotar to protect himself against Atalantia&co. And to help him bring them down, I suppose. But Apollonius is a lot like Tactus. Darrow is just worth following. I'd rather have Apollonius fight with Darrow than Lysander getting something else than life in Deepgrave (or something similar). He might want to be the Apex Predator and steal Darrow's thunder, but Darrow is the only one who beat him multiple times. Apple is unpredictable. I wouldn't count on him fighting for Lysander for long, he is no lap dog.

Holiday should kill Flavinius, that would be a sight to see.

Ragnar's father or not, that Gorgon is going down.

Lyria's parasite is interesting, but I'm dying to know what the fuck it is. Pax, you're as sly as your father and intelligent as your mother, but damn if my waiting like 2 years to find out about Figment doesn't frustrate me.

Atalantia and Lilath should die terribly.

Daxo, Sefi, Alexandar, Ephraim and Ulysses' deaths were the hardest on me. I can't re-read this book.

The violence I didn't mind in the least, I am used to it, I read A Song of Ice and Fire and Broken Empire and I'm used to it. Even if it happens to characters you like and thus dousing the flame of hope in you, I don't find it unnecessary. The Red girls destroying the Red Hand, the Reds gathering to fight, Lyria causing all of that - beautiful. Even Sefi's death - the Obsidians were feared even in Morning Star that they would rampage everything. They indeed were held back only by Sefi. So her brutal death was what ignited the wildfire. A swift death would have left the Obsidians feel sorry for their queen.

Virginia being vulnerable in front of Victra and full of scars, more than even on Victra's body, was beutiful. I just want Darrow to kiss every one of them 😭 I am happy that these two are how they are. They're coming together was beautiful.

Atalantia and Atlas are 100% for taking the Rim. Lysander hasn't find out about the real Ascomanni. That might be what bites him on ythe arse at the end. Still, there is the risk that he suffers from poison, but, as Rising data shows, he poisons himself a bit at the time to withstand poison.

Kalindora believing in Lysander makes me pity her. Lysander thinks of what people do to pay back their horrible deeds and says that it is what Kalindora, Cassius and Darrow did. I pity him too...Cassius' mercy wasn't about ganing back honor.

Lysander's mum issues are almost as disgusting as the incestuous pedophile he will have to marry.

Ajax wasn't much of a threat, more like a foot soldier, because he is no man, but a little insecure boy that let's himself be a victim and a puppy. He is no Aja or Atlas. He is a little puppet with some great razor wielding skills.

I understand how Adrius' plans deceived Virginia. We are shown exactly how he is the smarter of the twins. But Virginia pulled through and I love her arcs.

I knew the Vox was corrupted and Dancer would be a puppet. Too bad he is also a victim. He didn't deserve that.

Virginia cried before the Day of the Red Doves and after she woke up on Dejah Thoris. I cried with her.

I love Mars, I love that planet so much. I love its people. Even the Minotaur is Martian. And I love Virginia's Iron Circle and the way every martian gathered to see Pride Two and the Sovereign. I love the slingBlade made of blazes in Cimmeria. I love how Mars received the Sovereign. They love her for her, not because she is Darrow's ally or wife. They love their Sovereign.

Lyria and Volga are totally it for each other.

The writing was so beautiful, I love it very much. Well, that's an understatement, but words elude me right now.

I feel that Pierce built the clonning thing well enough that the clone of the Jackal is a twist, but not impossible, so I liled that.

The Minotaur would kill Glirastes and he should.

Rhonna broke my heart.

Valdir is surely out there gathering the remains and I totally believe he would go with either Darrow or Virginia, or Volga. He'd want to deliever the heart of that Gorgon personally to Tyr Morga.

I'm afraid for Sevro, Pebble and Clown, but here's hoping, because that's all we can do.

Aurea might be Evey and I'm all for it. Someone needs to drag Diomedes from the shiteshow.

Finally, in the immortal words of Pierce Elliot Brown on HowlerPodn episode 31:

Dark Age is the best book in the series and if you don't like it, that's fine. Fuck you!

[iamapoopmuffin]

Writing Prompt 13 - Nocturnal

"Why do you care so much for the blood bag?"

The question had come as a surprise, primarily because Izbasa had thought Qian to still be unconscious. He looked over at the blind vampire, where he lay tucked up warm in the covers of Italia's bed.

"Don't be rude, Qian. The blood bag saved your life last night."

"I did not ask her to."

"You did not need to. Even though you tried to bite her and kill her, more than once, she has a trait known as compassion, which you Jiangshi seem to lack."

"...That is racist."

"You're right. It's not all Jiangshi who are horrible, just you."

Qian sat himself up with a groan and held his stomach. His wounds had been treated, presumably by Izbasa, since he doubted a professional in vampire health was around in a room reeking of human, but it was still very painful. "Blood bags are only useful to be blood bags. You should know that. They our our prey, not our friends."

"Fish are friends, not food."

"W...what?"

"It is...a quote from a children's film Italia showed me. It was about fish."

"You are without a doubt the worst excuse for a vampire I've ever seen! How have you not starved to death or been murdered by this point?"

Izbasa shrugged, then remembered Qian wouldn't see the gesture. "Luck, I suppose. Also the human's name is Italia."

"Your blood bag is an idiot."

"If you mean the blinding flash incident, in her defence, it worked on me and she had no way to know you're completely sightless. Disabilities like yours aren't that common, after all."

"I mean just about every encounter I have had with her, and her taking me to this place is more proof of her idiocy. It would have been safer for her to leave me out there to bleed to death, but what did she do?"

"She called me and asked for help, because she recognised you."

Qian sniffed and scowled. "This place smells just like her. It's revolting."

"I thought you said she smelled delicious before."

"I was starving. Anything I could feed on smelled delicious."

Izbasa rolled his eyes. "Why must you whine so much? Why did you keep coming after us after you promised not to?"

"Bad luck. Although, with the two of you being as pathetic as you are, it looks like my interference has saved your worthless lives on occasion as well. Funny, I never intended to do that, and I apologise."

"Is that your way of wishing us dead?"

"I certainly would never wish you well."

Izbasa looked at the injured vampire sadly as Qian reached up to his own face, seemingly double-checking his hat and talisman were still in place. Izbasa had told Italia about the significance of a Jiangshi's headwear - it would be considered indecent for one to be without it, and it was of great cultural importance to them. Italia had ensured the headwear stayed on when she took him to safety. She had been far kinder to him than he deserved.

"You spew poison as if it's normal to speak such things."

Qian didn't respond. He relaxed back on the bed, shut his eyes and took deep breaths.

"Well, you might not be open to friendly relations with others, but we really are here to help. You are like...our rabid attack dog who doesn't really like us and sometimes tries to bite us, but ultimately you are on our side. We appreciate that."

Qian winced and pressed his hands against his stomach. "How can you stay around her?"

"What do you mean now?"

"The smell."

"The perfume?"

"The blood. Doesn't it make you hungry?"

"Yes, but I'm playing the long game. Farming her."

"So she is just a blood bag." Qian heaved a sigh. "You won't feed from her in the end, though."

"Why not?"

"Because I know you. You're soft, and you form attachments to things. Like dogs. Like that grasshopper you kept as a pet in that glammed out box for three months and then cried for when you lost it. She's kind of like another pet to you, but more vampire-like. She's your first friend you can actually speak to, and you've long since passed the point where you can hurt her. You're a pathetic excuse for a vampire, and you cling to things. You will cling to her until the day she dies, and then you'll find something new to cling to, and you'll put on a front, pretending you're being selfish by protecting it, and then you don't take when you have the chance. You're incapable of selfish action, and that is a character fault."

Izbasa shook his head. "Just because you are too selfish for your own good does not mean that is the way you have to be. The human race is incapable of caring for itself, that is why I get involved in cases like these, not because I'm clingy."

"You need to just learn to suck the nasty blood and stop being so picky. I'll drink anything, as long as it's blood."

"Forgive me for being born with taste buds."

Qian opened his eyes again, thought for a moment. "You aren't looking for a nice meal, though. You're looking for a friend, and that's why it looks so ridiculous to me. You're a parasite, Izbasa. You are a flea, looking for companionship from a cat."

Izbasa shrugged again. "I can live with that. The cat is a surprisingly useful ally, as are you, at times. That's more important to me than what you think of me, or her for that matter." With that, he left the room  with a cheery smile on his face. Qian listened to him leave and lay down again, wincing as he did so. He was hungry, but there wasn't much he could do about that now, so he decided the best option was to rest until he had enough strength to leave the bed.

[whetstonefires]

d gray man liveblog part 4! (part 1)(part 2)(part 3)

No but seriously, Cyril Camelot is the English Foreign Minister and just staged an assassination attempt on himself for an excuse to declare war on the people he just spent a while negotiating an agreement with.

Why? In what way does this benefit the Noahs?

(...why is the name of the country censored, I feel like hoshino-san just didn’t want to try to come up with a plausible European country for England to go to war with in 18-mumblety.)

I mean Bookman says tragedy breeds akuma in his analysis, but they took Japan while it was so emphatically not at war that it had zero foreign relations at all; war is clearly not necessary for the Earl’s bargains to go through apace.

Cyril kind of looks like he just does this shit for fun.

...”the evil man who made the world his enemy” is a fascinating choice of words, Tykki Mik, I really wonder very hard about you.

And you’re right, when he’s not wearing his balloon costume, and talking normally, and buying flowers from little girls, he looks normal! Weird how that works.

Question: is that umbrella he declined so he could walk in the rain Lero? Does Lero have to share the Earl with other umbrellas outside of official monster business, or disguise himself as a normal bumpershoot when out in public? Is that servant another disguised akuma, or a normal person who has no idea?

...it’s probably an akuma.

YAY KRORY WAKE UP!

why so many chain. it’s not like he lost track of who his enemies were in that last fight, even when he was made of blood. rude to chain.

aw he cry. he cry! ;_; he cry for his friends!

this is the kind of sad boy i like. he can be annoying but not in, you know, a murdery way.

holy shit creepy ghost girl?! i...logically must have read this part before but i don’t remember it, damn i was bingeing like a mad thing.

where...where did the poison come from. why is Krory’s arm sticking out like that. what is going on.

Why Are The Order So Bad.

aaaaand cut to the kind of random hijinks that seem intended to lift the mood but tbh they’re kind of too grim in their own right.

lmao alternately this is an excuse to draw kanda and lavi as chibis and Allen with long hair.

If it’s not because of structural damage, why are they moving to a new base? No one’s said anything about the new headquarters being any more secure against frickin’ teleportation. Maybe the Pope just wants the Order distracted with moving chores?

(I like referring to the higher-ups at the Vatican as the Pope; I realize we have no actual evidence the actual Pope even knows any of this is happening, but if hoshino is gonna be having people shout that other people are ‘property of the Pope’ i’m gonna use the word Pope as often as I can get away with because

1) it makes the whole thing more ridiculous b) it emphasizes the European Gothic Via Japan vibe going on here which is at least 20% of the entertainment value and thirdly, ‘Pope’ is fun to say.)

Oh, right, Allen’s ongoing identity crisis! (it only gets worse from here, kid)

The bosses were logically correct to make Cross Marian do his ‘report to Vatican and be responsible’ part before giving him the pay-off of ‘allowed to talk to Allen’ because otherwise he’d just fuck off but damn it’s hard on the kid, being left hanging.

I absolutely do not believe for one second this business with Mana’s past and secret motives was planned before the series started, but that’s honestly for the best; it’s more wrenching when we didn’t have any more reason than Allen to suspect something was off.

...i like when nice clowns adopt people tho... :o(

not telling the brass or their stooge about your creepy extra reflection was a Good Call.

yes link really truly allen is a good kid who is not plotting evil shit. sheesh.

more Potion Accident gags, i’m sorry, i can’t keep up with your taste in mood whiplash and i never liked most slapstick anyway. the bunny ears are. strange.

...never mind who made the ‘talk like a cat’ potion, who packed that box Miranda spilled; that is such an absurd chaotic collection of items organize your shit people. eesh.

Lmao everyone’s #1 creepy ghost theory is, Komui Playing A Dumb Prank.

...okay, Allen’s reaction as the Matron gnaws on his arm, and the fact that everyone’s first assumption is that Allen has annoyed this very sensible woman to the point that she is communicating via teeth, manages to be funny but noooooo, why would you, not Awesome Shoes Lady after she made it through the Level 4 Akuma attack unscathed, come onnnnnn.

okay, uhhh...contagious vampirism zombie thing...lmao everyone gets worried about matron when she bites Miranda, everyone is super embarrassed when Miranda bites Noise, this is just some impressive Not Realizing Shit’s Fucked guys.

okay, zombie horde of various survivors of all the recent massacres.

uh, if this weren’t being dropped at a time of total emotional exhaustion, it would work better. it’s already working better the second time around for the fact that i took a break after the last arc.

considering it comes out monthly and we had a Noah interlude, it probably worked in the original context just fine, but daaaaaamn did this storyline piss me off the first time, all i even remember about it is the rage.

:D Lenalee rescued Tiny Kanda. Who for some reason can interpret her ‘nyah’ sounds.

...how is a stimulant drug contagious via biting.

i remember the first time i read this i naturally assumed the biting disease was derived from Krory. that still would have made more sense.

robot eats notebook, lol...bickering...”my pride won’t allow me to become a zombie” yes allen excellent logic you weirdo.

okay i’m done checking back in when slightly less stupid shit starts happening....

okay never mind the robot’s fireworks blew Allen through a wall, where Krory was suffering in chains, and then the blanket spontaneously combusted, and then there was somebody with an axe...

...and then Allen wakes up and is informed he was knocked out and concludes Krory’s situation was a dream oh come on.

krory is at the door! but being creepy! the robot refuses to open the door out of self-preservation! allen seduces the robot into risking its life!

...

‘this is nostalgic’ with the hero face on i can’t.

okay, so it was Krory, who apparently swallowed the entire bottle of poison, lid included? for some reason?

oh great there’s a parasitic zombie ghost thing riding Reever and sticking its face out his stomach. horror! nope, now played for laughs.

aaaand suddenly veering back into pathos. bonus info about evil human experiments!

...aaaaaand touching bonding moment for the Lees. Aww.

Not only is Komui protective and self-sacrificing, when he isn’t being psychopathic, he has absolved Lenalee of his having sacrificed his entire life to watch over her after she was kidnapped into this.

then a stupid gag! and the ghost does a creepy jealous possession thing! and meanwhile everything is on fire.

et cetera, mood whiplash back and forth at least once every other page...komui starts reciting from memory the names of every single person killed in the Order’s human experiments...

...i don’t think the names are intended as an additional gag, but most of them are fairly odd and many downright improbable, though none truly syllable-mashing outrageous. I’m rather fond of Asia Smet and Oona Boelyn.

a page and a half of heart-rending pathos, and then the robot falls off the ceiling with a huge syringe of ‘vaccine’ it synthesized from Krory’s blood because he was the first infected by the...stimulant...egad, that’s not how any of that works.

and then, and then...anyway then everyone was zombies and the boss from China came in off-panel and fixed everything, as you do.

i truly hate you hoshino katsura, all the more for the fact that i genuinely loved about 15% of that parade of neck-wrenching bullshit.

anyway! that’s all over and done with, we are now on a boat being cute, because allen is using the stolen teleportation Ark that only he can drive to open a door between the old Castle headquarters and this...uh...cave? that they’re moving into.

...oh hey Shadow Of Allen (XIV) is now sporting wings remarkably like the ones Krory had during his drugged vampire zombie freak-out. i bet that means nothing whatsoever.

man whenever Leverrierererererer turns up i hallucinate ominous music. smug assholish ominous music. slimier sounding than the Imperial March, you know?

that’s not just my biases, hoshino-san lights the panels very effectively to create that effect. egad, he’s going to be in command??? is that why the move, because it was easier to undermine komui’s authority if he was removed from his entrenched power base?

...we just covered last chapter that that castle was a leverrier family fortress originally tho. huh.

excessively creepy secret Pope police involved in isolating and depowering Allen.

also lol that is very Japanese-style religious magic going on, that is not what a Catholic ritual binding would look like at all. not that they have as much settled precedent, their demon-fighting standards run much more toward ‘make it go away.’

aw shit komui’s right there and he can’t do shit, best he can get is a promise that ‘if Allen is a good child’ he won’t die.

flashback! aw man allen the first lesson mana ever taught you was to make peace with the dead and let them lie. should’ve listened.

...man allen was a grouchy brat. i wonder what color his hair was, before it went white. haha apparently he acquired his adoptive dad by running away from the circus with him.

pfffffft little allen hated clowns, that achieves the level of actual irony...welp, suicide joke.

aw shit mana was too burned out on grief to cry for his dog but allen could, for the doggie that licked his hand once. imma cry now.

whoa actual conversation with Cross Marian! under the supervision of papal ninjas (known as Crow) within a magic cage of paper. and wow! an actual answer to a question! unprecedented!

...it isn’t labeled which of these kids was Mana and which was (the most recent incarnation of??) the Fourteenth but imma hazard a guess that the one with hair that matches little Allen’s is not Mana.

oh also Adam Puddinghead killed the 14th, i don’t think we officially knew that until now? or maybe it came up when he blew up Edo i don’t recall.

oh my god i was definitely bingeing too hard last time; by the time Cross Marian started referring to the 14th in the second person to Allen my capacity to be astonished or distressed was burned right the fuck out. i was just like ‘yeah yeah figured get on with it.’

it’s actually a pretty dramatic scene, but it’s weird to be getting this shit in straightforward exposition after all this absence of any information at all.

wait “the human implanted with” ... “the host for his revival” ... i can’t tell if Cross Marian is referring to whatever the normal noah transfer process is or some way 14 found of circumventing that.

ohhhhhh man this title page has tiny clown Allen and it is the cutest shit ever.

did i ever tell you guys one time when my mom was two and a half, she had her stage debut as the cutest little pigtailed clown? and she ran onstage toward her daddy just like they’d practiced and the whole audience burst into delighted laughter.

and Tiny!Mom turned to look at them in appalled horror, and u-turned right back around and ran offstage again.

no one had successfully communicated to her she was going to be laughed at by a bunch of strangers. possibly they didn’t expect a toddler to mind.

oh sure Cross Marian, tell the kid the horrifying truth about himself and his dad in the most overdramatic way possible, in front of witnesses, and then when he dissociates in horror just beat the shit out of him until he resets.

the amount of playing abuse for laughs in this series is one of the many emotional strains that led me to drop it the first time.

it’s honestly a contest sometimes who i currently hate most, Marian, you or Labradorito or the Earl. Ech.

‘no idea’ tch. but if you’re saying he implanted his memories into Allen before he died, then...the Earl caught up with the 14th really recently, then?! How long were he and Mana on the run? I totally forgot these details, wow. i suspect some of them will turn out to be false.

...why the fuck are you saying it like this? bastard.

wow CM you almost look spooked by the fact that allen cares more about the possibility that his dad never actually loved him than the prospect of having his mind eaten.

maybe he’d care more about the mind-eating if the 14th was the Earl’s ally instead of planning to use allen as a weapon to kill him? allen is already using himself as a weapon to kill the Earl.

oop, way to get him back on target! “what if i told you you’ll kill the people you care about?”

aaaand cut.

that was like ten chapters’ worth of blather, i need to get more efficient.

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

You said you found your old Stucky fics and were willing to share them, so ... Please? *puppy-dog eyes*

(Gladly anon!! Forgive the mediocre writing, and also i wrote this in like 2014 before civil war so this is totally inaccurate to canon!! Sorry about that lmao!! I also have another fic {and maybe a few drabbles, some unfinished} if anyone wants it, but warning its fluff with no plot lol.  Here are my fav nerds)

Steve did not like the feeling of being shaken. He didn’t like how his words were stuck in his throat. He did not like the eating away at his heart, the parasitic monster that made his eyes water and vocal chords whimper. He hated the sight of the door before him; he wanted to kick it open.

To be fair, it was such an ugly shade of white. It was chipping at the sides and there was a light, ever so light patch of rust at the bottom of the knob. What Steve hated the most is what the door hid from him, because he so desperately wanted to see it. He needed this thing so much right now and every second he spent waiting and waiting seemed to last longer than an eternity  and the impatience was killing him.

What lay beyond that door was Bucky Barnes, who was a different Bucky Barnes but still Bucky Barnes. He was still the same boy who delivered newspapers to his house and defended him from all the bullies. That boy was incapable of talking about his feelings and he was so so good at pretending everything was okay. He was so good at smiling like everything was in place even when inside he felt drowned and tired; that was why it shook Steve to the bone when he saw him with those cold, dead eyes.

“I need to see him,” Steve said firmly, squeezing his own hand tightly, expressionless and stoic as he’s ever been.

“Steve, we talked about this..” Natasha sighed exasperatedly, closing her eyes and running a hand through her red, wavy hair. “I’ve..dealt with a controlled person before. And I get it; it really hurts..especially when it’s someone you love..” Natasha continued, her voice softer at the end. She turned to face Steve to see him sulking about, pity genuinely filling her heart.

“I know how much Bucky means to you, I really do, I understand why,” Natasha started slowly, eyes dimming thinking about the soldier, “but..he’s not ready. He’s sick and delirious..you don’t know what he’s going to be like–You might not be able to handle what happ-”

“But we can’t leave him in there alone! He’s already been that for 70 years! We should end that isolation as soon as possible! He needs someone there with him!” Steve argued, positioning himself to face his friend, eyes fiery with stubbornness.

“Natasha, I did agree with you. But..I do think it’s time. If..my friend escaped some forsaken hellhole I would..I would spend every moment with him so he knows that he’s okay. You know?” Sam said suddenly, appearing to have given a lot of thought into it.

There was silence for a long period of time.

“Go,” Natasha said finally, so undramatic that Steve didn’t believe her for a second. He gave her a look, as if to confirm that what she said was true and that he could finally see Bucky. Natasha sighed, nodding, “But I’m warning you..he might..be different. He could remember you, and everything, but..be prepared, okay, Steve?” She squeezed his hand gently, looking him in the eye.

Steve swallowed nervously, and nodded, getting to his feet and walking slowly towards the door. He breathed heavily for a while, hand resting on the door knob, terrified out of his mind. He wasn’t scared of Bucky; never was. He was scared of what they did to him, he was scared of seeing the damage.

He turned back to face Natasha and Sam, and looked at them nervously. Sam smiled softly at him, “Go get him, Captain.”

Steve nodded slowly, and braced himself for what was to come.

“So…if you did this part and I did this..” Steve said, eyeing the piece of assignment carefully. He drew some diagram on another sheet of paper to illustrate their pieces of work for their English project.

“..snnfff..Yeah,” Bucky replied absentmindedly, his sheet of brainstorming slowly but surely evolving into a mess of words and lines.

Sarah Rogers came in, a tray of milk and cookies in her hands. “How’re my boys?” She cooed cheerfully, setting the tray on a table. Steve groaned,

“Mooooom, we’re 18.”

Sarah laughed, “Well, you both certainly act like you’re 10 years younger!”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at that, however the laugh turning into a husky, soft cough. Sarah’s eyes widened a little, “Oh, Bucky, have you caught yourself a cold?” Steve tensed suddenly, feeling a little protective of Bucky immediately.

Bucky shook his head, “No, just a little dehydrated, I thin..thihhh…” Bucky turned away from the two Rogers and pressed his thumb and pointer finger against nostrils, sneezing.

“Bless you!”

Sarah gave him a sympathetic smile, “Oh, Bucky…You’re looking paler too. D'you need a blanket?”

Steve rested his hand on the taller man’s shoulder, “I’m sorry Buck, I didn’t even notice that you were feeling sick!”

Bucky shook his head, “I’m fine, honestly–”

He sneezed a sneeze so stifled it was hilarious.

Steve wanted to laugh at that sneeze but held it in, smile fading away as he saw his best friend shaking, “Awh, Buck, you’re shaking!”

Sarah kneeled down to the two boys who were sprawled across the carpet and felt Bucky’s forehead, which was a challenge for her when the Barnes boy kept flinching away from her. “This doesn’t seem good at all, James, d'you want to-” she stopped talking as she saw his face scrunch up, retreating to pinch his nose, and release another stifled sneeze.

“You want to stay the night?” Sarah continued, “also, don’t hold them in like that, it’s not good for you.” Bucky shook his head, “Sarah..I appreciate the thought and all, but..if I stay..I’ll be a burden to you and Steve and I risk getting one of you sick..”

“Nonsense! Once your aunt sees you she’ll be sending you back to me to get you all patched up, and don’t you dare mention this to her, but she’s no good at looking after you,” Sarah said firmly, but softly as well.

Bucky’s nostrils twitched and he cupped his nose and mouth with his hands and inhaled sharply, sneezing to the side twice. He groaned softly and sniffled, “Excuse me, f-fine..but..I-I’m not getting Steve sick-I..won’t be able to deal with that-”

Steve slapped his thigh playfully, “Woah! Bless you! That was quite some sneeze. Also, you think you can be sick without me taking care of you?”

“Steve–you don’t have to, honestly–” He was cut off by yet another loud and forceful sneeze.

“Bless you–and I will.”

Sarah helped Bucky stand up, “I’m sorry James, but it appears I can’t do anything to pry Steven away from you, such a pest, Isn’t he?” She said playfully, ruffling both her son’s and his best friend’s hair, “but I’ll be sure to give him an extra dose of vitamin c, so don’t you be worrying.” Bucky turned his head away from her and ducked his nose into his shirt,

“HehhSHiew! HhrSHiew!..ugh. Thank you..you..don’t have to be doing this.”

“They come in twos!”

“ Shut up–Steeeh–” He was cut off yet again by three progressive sneezes, deeply irritated by the continuous tickle in his nose.

“See! Bless you–besides, Ma’s a nurse, Buck, and you’re my friend.”

Bucky sneezed ticklishly, and rubbed at his red nose irritably. He nodded, “Yeah, okay. I know. Sorry. I just, didn’t want to be a burden.” Bucky’s nose twitched and he inhaled sharply, snapping forward into his hands and sneezed. The force bent him over at the waist.

“Bless you!” Steve chirped.

“Not a burden! Ever!” Sarah replied firmly, but a caring tone evident in her tone. She placed a hand on his back, trying to support him as he bent over. He shyly straightened back up, finger rubbing against his raw nostrils. Sarah frowned at the sight of his unhealthy shape.

“Besides, you are the oldest and don’t really get taken care of at home, so might as well try out the whole being taken care of thing. You’re always welcome to the Rogers clan.” Sarah continued, watching as Bucky inhaled for another sneeze but failed in succeeding.

“Part of the family Buck, y'now that right?” Steve chipped in, smiling goofily, far too happy about his illness than he was supposed to. His smile faded a little when Bucky didn’t answer, he hoped that it was just a result of coaxing out a sneeze. “You…know that, right?” He said, softer.

Bucky sneezed three harsh, ticklish sneezes, “nn..Yeah, I dow that. Yeah, us.” Bucky said sleepily, letting himself become sandwiched between the two people who had slotted themselves into his family.

“That’s good. Really good Buck, now cmon, you need to rest.”

Bucky had always looked so beautiful when he was asleep.

Even now, his eyelashes rested perfectly on his eyes, eyebrows furrowed only slightly and his mouth the slightest bit open, his lips pink and soft. He looked at peace; and Steve wished to pretend that he was at peace even though deep within he knew Bucky was at war with himself.

He knew that HYDRA was horrible to him, if they hurt him enough to damage him mentally many many years ago when the 107th was captured, 70 years with them surely must have felt like hell was a better option. So he let him sleep; because he knew Bucky wouldn’t have gotten much of that in the past.

He pulled a chair and sat next to him, unable to stop himself from resting his hand on Bucky’s own, lightly stroking the soft pale skin and the making his touches even softer if that was possible on his cuts and bruises. Touching Bucky made him want to cry, as he suddenly realised that Bucky was real, he wasn’t well but he was alive.

Suddenly Bucky’s breath started to quicken and his chest heaved, and he suddenly shot up, turning against Steve and releasing a stifled sneeze.

“Bucky?”

Bucky turned to face him, and he looked like he was taken aback, his blue eyes sparkling with nostalgia, “Steve?”

Steve let out a strangled sob and couldn’t help but throw himself on the man, hugging him tight, embracing all that he was and all that he wasn’t, letting himself feel the warmth that he didn’t know he was missing. He held Bucky, his Bucky, and when he felt Bucky flinch he immediately pulled away,

“Oh shit, I’m sorry–Bucky I-”

Bucky didn’t say anymore and pulled Steve back to him, letting himself become small and cling on to Steve for dear life, sobbing hard, “I remember you Steve, your mom’s name was Sarah and you used to put newspapers in your shoes. Steve, they hurt me.. They turned me into a monster..I thought you left me…but..” Bucky sobbed even harder, “..you came back.”

Steve sobbed softly, and pushed the hair out of Bucky’s eyes, “Buck, save your voice. Youre really ill and you need to rest.” He felt his forehead, “this doesn’t look good. Come now..lay down your head..” Bucky still was burying his head in Steve’s chest and suddenly felt his breath hitch and nose tickle like hell and he didn’t have time to pull away before the eventual release, “ He sneezed quietly,  spraying Steve’s chest lightly.

“Oh god–I’m sorry-” Bucky panicked, having learned how to stifle and turn away from his captors due to their disgust. Steve shushed him, running a hand through his hair, “Bless you, it’s okay..it’s okay. You’re safe now.”

Steve stood to get some tissues, when Bucky tugged at his arm, the tears welling back in his eyes, “Please don’t leave me.”

The desperation in Bucky’s eyes broke Steve’s heart, and he quickly tugged the box of tissues towards the bed. “I’m not leaving you,” Steve said firmly, “never again,” he said, softer.

Bucky would’ve replied but his nose started to twitch with the terrible tickle in his nose, he turned his head away from Steve and sneezed. Bucky groaned and his throat hurt from all the stifles. A little layer of wetness lay below his nostrils and Steve wiped it away slowly, “Bless. That hurt, didn’t it? Stop stifling like that, okay?”

Bucky sniffled slowly, regretting it immediately when he turned his head away from Steve again and let his nostrils twitch, breath hitching, the tickle teasing his brains out, until his nostrils started flaring and finally, the tickle became enough to let him sneeze, and when he knew he was definitely going to sneeze, he took a sharp breath and sneezed.

“Bless you,” Steve said, and quickly brought the tissue back to Bucky’s nose

Bucky sniffled miserably. “Blow,” Steve said softly, and added pressure to one nostril at a time as Bucky blew forcefully. “I’m gonna get you sick,” Bucky said miserably.

“I don’t get sick anymore,” Steve smiled softly, and pressed ruffled Bucky’s messy hair. Bucky’s nose had taken a pink form, and he leaned in to kiss the very tip, “You’ve always been so cute when you sneeze.”

“Fuck you,” Bucky said good naturedly, and his nose twitched with the light touch and he sneezed again. He moaned, “I haven’t been able to let them out like that in so long.”

“Wait, what?”

“…They didn’t let me sneeze properly. They forced me to be as quiet as possible so I didn’t blow my cover but they were really just too disgusted.”

“Oh Buck..”

Not long after that Bucky fell into a fit of coughing, unable to stop, until Steve practically jumped onto the bed and patted him firmly against his shoulder blades, continuing to rub little circles onto his back once the coughing subsided.

Bucky groaned, raising his hand to temple then pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to overcome a headache. Steve pushed him down to the bed gently, fluffing out the pillow his head was on and pulled the blankets over him, frowning when Bucky was still shaking.

“Steve,” Bucky croaked weakly.

“Mmm?”

“What did..what did you say my name was again?” Bucky looked genuinely heart broken, frustrated that this stupid fever was making him forget his hard efforts of remembering his memories again. He looked guilty, as if he was doing something wrong.

Steve smiled softly at him and rested his hand on top of his best friend’s one, stroking the tender skin slowly. “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes and you’re my best friend.”

Bucky closed his eyes and smiled, genuinely smiled and he was so beautiful that it overwhelmed Steve. He hadn’t seen that wonderful smile in so long and he had forgotten the beauty of it and something within him seemed to be fuller.

“Yeah, that’s it, I remember now.”

They sat in a comfortable silence for some time and Steve thought Bucky was asleep when Bucky’s eyes slowly fluttered open and he started to talk again,

“Can..can you..-” Bucky stopped, blushing, and shook his head, “never mind.”

Steve widened his eyes, “Nononono, what do you need? It’s okay, you can ask for what you want.”

Bucky shut his eyes tight, blushing, “can you..lie down with me? I mean..presuming I can’t infect you–”

It was a matter of seconds before Steve climbed onto the bed and was lying down with Bucky, wanting to wrap himself around him but forcing himself not to, only looking him in the eye softly. They lay down together, looking each other in the eye, fingertips brushing only slightly for a really long time.

Bucky’s eyes were the same as they were years ago, but at the same time they weren’t. They were the same shape, the same long eyelashes and the same beautiful shade of blue. But his eyes weren’t shining as bright as they used to. They didn’t sparkle with energy and youth. He was drained. He was so tired. It would take so long to get what was left of Bucky Barnes back. There was a huge portion Steve could never get back. He was Bucky Barnes of the past but he was also a completely different person, but Steve could still love him endlessly.

“..I remember something else,” Bucky said quietly.

“Huh? Like what?”

“That I loved you.”

Bucky said this the way someone would say “it’s warm” or “how are you”. He says this like its the most normal and casual thing in the world. He says this like its the norm, like he’s always been this way, and in a way it was true. Steve didn’t know what to say.

“I remember that I loved you more than anything in the world. I saw something in you that no one else did. You were my stars and my sun and my light and all things wonderful,” Bucky said absentmindedly, dreamily, even, eyes gazing some place else and his voice leaked with nostalgia. He paused for a couple of moments to smile and think about it, and then continued, “but then one day, the world saw what I saw in you. The world started to love you and it hurt because I loved you first. You found someone who deserved you and I tried to fall out of love but to be honest with you..falling out of train was easier.”

Steve’s mouth parted slightly, finding it hard to take it all in, and he brushed his fingers against Bucky’s in the hope that maybe they had a chance at starting over.

“..Do you..think you.. still love me?”

“I never stopped.”

Steve pressed in and kissed him softly, nothing too fast and too firm, something simple and sweet, making nice little noises as they kissed. He feared that he was going too fast, but Bucky wanted it all, and he felt so warm and good. He tasted like birthday cake and snowflakes. 70 years was worth the wait.

Steve grinned and touched his forehead with Bucky’s, unable to control himself from being the inner sap that he was, “You and me?”

Bucky sniffled, and grinned back lightly, “You’re a punk.”

“Jerk.”

[scripttorture]

I'm writing a comic, and while I haven't worked all the details out yet, one of my characters is basically fed very small meals and forced to constantly do chores by his partner. What effects would this have, and what would be needed for him to recover physically?

This is a pretty damned realistic scenario that lines up incredibly wellwith cases of modern domestic slavery.

If you feel up to reading real victim accounts then there are quite afew cases I can think of that fit quite closely with what you’re describing.Domestic slavery in the Middle East, Brazil and parts of Asia broadly followsthe sort of pattern you’ve described.

I’mgoing to leave you a link to a BBC article I read recently which interviewedAsian maids in Brazil. Brazil recently brought in tighter laws defining thehours maids could work and giving them a right to holiday time. They’reactively trying to stamp out practices described in the article.

Other places aren’t quite so progressive on this front unfortunately.Cases in the Middle East tend to involve a degree of obvious physical abuse andoften sexual abuse as well. That doesn’t fit so well with your scenario.

Cases in Singapore would probably be a good source. The laws governingdomestic help are pretty lax and treatment of maids is poor compared to many ofthe neighbouring countries. There’s a case here fromearlier in the year of a couple who were jailed for starving their maid.

I know the situation in your story is different, partner abuse isn’tquite the same thing, but I think you could use sources like these to informwhat you write.

You might want to have a look through @scriptshrink and @scripttraumasurvivors tags for more information on the psychological andemotional effects of partner abuse. I feel like it’s something I should find out more about, but asthings stand they both know a lot more then I do.

I do know that he’d probably find it incredibly difficult to seek helpand articulate what’s happening to him. He’s likely to be isolated from peoplewho could support and help him.

That said- he’s being starved and starvation produces a very particular psychological effect.

I’ve got a Masterposton starvation here that talks about that but to be honest what I’ve foundmost helpful to my writing are the words of people who’ve actually experienced what I’m writing about.

So I think you should probablyalso have a look at this. It’s the 70 page summary report from theMinnesota Starvation Experiment. A group of conscientious objectors duringWorld War 2 voluntarily starved themselves for six months so that the effectsof starvation could be studied and the best ways of alleviating it discovered.

The volunteers describe what it felt like to starve, the effect it hadon their personalities and motivation. I’ve found it an extremely helpfulsource because….starvation is a bit of a special case and I think it can bedifficult to understand how the psychological effects it has interact withoutreading personal experiences.

Physical effects are a bit easier.

I know it’s obvious but he’s going to lose weight and he’s going to bein pain. I mostly describe the pain as constant dull aches but it is alsoaccompanied by periods of more intense abdominal pain. A sort of constricting,clenching feeling as if a fist is tightening around your internal organs.

Some of the knock-on effects of weight loss are easy to think through.He’ll have lost muscle mass, so he’ll be physically weaker. Some of the men inthe Minnesota Starvation Experiment were surprised by how much weaker they were. He’ll also be less coordinated and slower andthe combination can lead to clumsiness and a lot of breakages.

He’ll also have lost a lot of fat, which means he’ll be more affected bytemperature. In a temperate environment he’ll probably be cold all the time. Ina hotter climate he’ll be too hot, which could combine with his other symptomsto cause more fainting fits if he moves quickly.

He’ll also probably find he’s less physically comfortable. Sitting down,lying down, leaning against things will all be less comfortable without aprotective layer of fat.

He’ll look paler or ill. His nails and hair will be more brittle and he might grow more body hair depending onexactly how badly he’s been starved and for how long.

His mouth will feel dry and he’ll find it difficult to cry.

He’ll have very low energy and will find his work very very difficult.Combined with the psychological symptoms of starvation he might well becomeprone to quite emotional outbursts, which his partner might use to underminehim.

I’d suggest avoiding theswelling legs or distended belly. Those are symptoms of starvation but theysuggest a more severe case then what I think you’re suggesting.

He’d also be a lot more prone to disease. Many of the particulardiseases I suggest in the Masterpost are related to famine conditions ratherthan starvation of an isolated individual.

Unless he’s doing things like eating the dog food, raw meat, handfuls ofearth, grass etc then he’s unlikely to have a problem with parasitic worms. Thissort of desperate eating of anything wouldbe normal behaviour for someone being starved though, so I wouldn’t rule it outentirely.

He’s probably safe from things like typhus and dysentery but he’d be alot more prone to colds, flus and fevers.

It’s a pretty dire list of effects but the good news is that thephysical recovery process is simple: food.

He wouldn’t even necessarily needa hospital stay, but in a modern setting doctors are likely to insist he staysin a hospital for a week or so while he’s fed and rehydrated.

TheWorld Health Organisation guidelines for combating and treating malnutritionare here. Most of the article assumes that the person reading it is dealingwith starving children but thetreatment is more or less the same in adults and children.

In a modern setting it’s basically an IV line of high calorie solutionand encouraging the patient to eat and drink a lot over several days. Completerecovery and weight gain would take weeks but marked improvement can be seen ina few days.

Because starvation has such a strong psychological effect this wouldalso help some of his psychologicalsymptoms. Some of those symptoms would probably vanish entirely.

As these things go his physical recovery would probably be extremely quick.Which might make it harder for him to accept the longer term psychologicaldamage he’s going to be living with. A strong support network would beincredibly helpful to his longer term recovery.

Since this is a visual medium you might also want to consider looking upphotos of the men involved in the Minnesota Starvation Experiment, before,during and after the experiment as a good visual reference for the way his bodywill change over the course of the story.

I hope that helps and good luck with your story. :)

Edit: Added the ‘@’ to scriptshrink and scripttraumasurvivors so the links are there.

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