#NOT going to tell people it should’ve been them even tho i’m RIGHT

[sealab420]

not to be evil but there are a LOT of people in minneapolis who should’ve killed themselves instead of him

[nnaminxz]

“𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖘 𝕯𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝕮𝖗𝖞“

↳ 𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔲 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔬

⤑ 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: smut & angst

⤑ 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: if the saying is “misery loves company” why isn’t Suguru happy right now?

⤑ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰: Gojo Satoru slander I’m sorry but I had too, I love him very much tho, sad feelings, sad reader, suguru is kind of ass too, maybe a lil ooc but it’s fanfic so don’t attack me, vaginal sex, riding, the ending may be dumb but it’s whatever, minors dni

⤑ 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: I wrote this for an another fandom a WHILE ago and always wanted to redo it so I thought why not redo it for my first jjk fic. I hope you guys enjoy this is my first time posting for this fandom so I’m vv nervous/excited. Pls be kind

Suguru always thought this would make him happy.

Seeing you around campus with Satoru made him angry enough, so he just knew that when the inevitable happened and Satoru started acting like well—Satoru again the sight was guaranteed to bring much happiness to his heart.

He knew it was sick, that he wanted to see whatever you and Satoru had going on fail but Suguru couldn't help it.

None of it mattered though because it didn’t happen.

Suguru sat in the same place for two hours watching the two of you—waiting for the feeling of bitter happiness to fill his bones but it never came.

In fact, it was the exact opposite.

Watching you fight to get Satoru’s attention made him sad. Seeing how no matter what you did he would rather pay more attention to everyone else made Suguru angry. And watching you finally leave the room and the other boy not even bat an eye made him furious.

If he was truly surprised or even thought the other boy would care, Suguru would’ve went over to him and said something but it wasn’t worth it. Satoru was just like him.

An idiot.

A dumbass.

They couldn’t tell when they had a good thing even if it’d slapped them across the face.

“Where you going?” Haibara questions as Suguru stands to his feet.

“Need a smoke,”

“Ah,” The other boy nodded his head. “Are you having fun?”

Suguru decides to lie again. The happiness on his friends face to pure to ruin with his sour mood.

“I told you coming out tonight would be a good idea.”

“Yeah,” Suguru fakes a grin. “I’ll be back.” He took the pack of cigarettes out his pocket waving them before walking away.

Suguru easily maneuvers his way through the thick crowd until he was standing on the back porch. The screen door shut with a thud causing you to swiftly snap around. There was a hopeful and expectant look on your face but when you saw it was him all that fell as you turned back around.

“Well, hello to you too,” Suguru jokes trying to hide the actual physical pain he was feeling in his heart.

That used to be him you were so eager to see.

“What do you want?” You huffed softly.

“Needed a smoke.”

The way you turned to look at him with such concern almost made Suguru laugh. Here you were angry at him, going through your own shit, and still somehow harbored enough care to be concerned with his health.

“I though you quit?”

Suguru plops down next to you pulling the carton out his pocket flipping the cap open. “I did.” He says showing you the empty pack..

“You carry around an empty pack?”

“It’s a good way for me to make an exit,”

You left out a long sigh. “I looked that pitiful huh?”

“You don’t look pitiful. He just looks stupid.”

Though you didn’t say anything back you didn’t need to for Suguru to already know what you were thinking. He knew you like the back of his hand and no doubt you were beating yourself up, angry with yourself when in reality you should’ve been focused on the one who deserved it.

“I’m so stupid,” You whisper and its so low that it Suguru wasn’t already so hyper-focused on your very existence he would’ve probably missed it.

“No, you’re not.”

“You told me he was like this.”

“People told you about me and you still gave me a chance,”

“So I am stupid.”

“You’re trusting,” Suguru counters. “You give people the benefit of the doubt.”

“why is it that trusting people always end up looking stupid?”

“because others take advantage of it.”

Something he knew all to well.

You both fall silent again. The only noise filling the space are the sounds of nature and the muffled thumping music that escaped the noisy house. Suguru looks over at you wishing there was something he could to do. Something he could say. Seeing you like this hurt him.

He hated seeing you cry.

He felt like dying when you were upset.

But it also hurt to see you happy so Suguru wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted.

All this shit was so weird. An uncharted territory before you came along.

Every time the screen door would creak open you’d twist around to see if it was him and every time you ended up turning back around in disappointment. As your disappointment grew, so did Suguru’s anger.

You only deserved the best things in life. None of this push and pull, ‘I’m here but around others I’m not’ bullshit.

Suguru was such a hypocrite.

Here he was furious with Satoru when he used to just as much of an asshole to you as well. He too would push and pull right until he pushed you away completely.

“I’m sorry,” He quietly apologizes. If he’d just gotten his act together sooner there would be no you and Satoru. You wouldn’t be sad and he would still have you.

You shake your head softly shushing him. “Not right now please,” You say. “Can you take me home? I just really want to go back home.”

Without saying anything else Suguru nodded. As both of  you were walking to his car you passed a big window. Sadly it was a clear shot to Satoru who now had another girl seated next to him in your place.

Not only had he not noticed your absence but that easily he’d replaced you.

“He’s such a fucking ass.”

“Yeah,” You agree. “Let’s just go,”

Suguru had evert urge to go in there and go off but when he looked back over you were already halfway to his car so he kept it moving. Satoru wasn’t worth it anyway. He was just another dick who thought way too much of himself.

Satoru didn’t deserve you.

Neither did Suguru.

One in the car Suguru sent Haibara a quick message saying he was going home before shifting the car into gear.

As expected the drive was silent. There wasn’t much to say. As much as Suguru wanted to comfort you he didn’t know what to do even if he did you probably wouldn’t want to hear it from him. Why would you?

Suguru knew every route to and from your apartment but decided to take the longest one. If you noticed you didn’t say anything. All you did was keep quiet as you looked out the window.

You stayed that way until he pulled up to you complex. Before getting out of the car you whisper as soft thank you and force a smile.

“yeah, no problem,” Suguru murmurs.

He’s about to pull away when out the corner of his eye he spots your small tube of lip gloss sitting in his cup holder. You had a million of them and even thought you probably wouldn’t even realize this one was missing Suguru still found himself on a journey to your front door.

Who know this could’ve been your favorite one.

The one in the pink tube was your favorite actually.

But Suguru already knew that.

“You left this,” Suguru says once you open the door.

“Thanks,” You mutter grabbing it from his hand. “I have a million in this flavor.”

“I know.”

For the first time tonight a genuine smile filled your lips. It was small and not the one he was used to seeing but for right now it would do. It was better than nothing.

Though your eyes were sad and bloodshot you were still as beautiful as ever to him.

“Please don’t cry over him. He doesn’t deserve your tears.”

“I just want something real,” You say in a small voice your arms wrapping around your body.

“What we had was real.”

“You were just like him.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry,” Suguru adds, his voice wavering as he tries to get out the words. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I know,” you say this time.

Suguru is walking away when you call out his name. As soon as he turns back around your lips are on his. He’s shocked for a moment, standing there with wide eyes, but quickly he fall back into your old routine. His heart is pounding so hard against his chest and Suguru wonder if you could feel it as well.

With every kiss he pulls you closer to him. It’s been months since he’d last had you this close and Suguru didn’t want it to end any time soon. He missed this, the soft breaths that escape you, the fruity taste of your lip gloss, the way your hands cradle his face.

Slowly your hands roam from his face to his jacket and then finally when they land on his belt Suguru forces himself to pull away.

Suguru lets out a sigh resting his forehead against yours. “We can’t.” He mutters.

He wanted you but not this way. Not when you were like this.

“Why?”

“You’re….” his voice trails off.

“I’m sober,”

“You’re sad.” He counters.

You give him a shrug. “ I want this. I need this.”

Suguru knows what this was. A rebound fuck. Simply a way for you to get back at Satoru in your mind but couldn’t bring himself to care as he kisses you again. He knows this was going to hurt in the morning but he’d deal with that when it came.

A satisfied moan leaves your lips. “Please,” You beg and Suguru nods, not even needing to know what exactly you were asking for because he already was prepared to give you everything.

Reaching behind him Suguru pushed the front door closed. “Where?” Without saying anything you guided him both over to the couch lightly pushing him down before climbing on top.

You pulled off your dress and without a second thought, Suguru hands find their way to your breast, lifting the mounds out of the cups. His tongue gently swipes over both nipples before picking one to suck on while he twisted the other between his fingers.

“Fuck,” Soft moans escape your plump lips as you arch further into him. “It’s always about him.”

Suguru pulls away for a brief moment and shushes you before taking in the other nipple. He didn’t want to hear about you and Satoru. The thoughts tortured him enough. 

It did bring him a sick satisfaction to know that Satoru was a lazy lover.

“M’sorry,”

“Don’t be. This is just about us right now.”

You nod, pressing your fingers underneath Suguru’s chin as lift up his head so you could kiss him again. Suguru’s hands were everywhere. From your ass to your stomach, your thighs, he couldn’t get enough.

“Touch me,” You command.

Suguru happily listens, his fingers easily finding their way into your panties. You were already so wet. The juices soaking him with just a few movements. His fingers dances across your clit pulling airy groans from your mouth. To him you look so beautiful, your head tossed back, eyes fluttering, as your hips rocks into his fingers.

“Need you in me.”

“Wanna taste you.”

You shake your head, big glossy needy eyes focused on him. “Next time maybe.”

His heart jumps at the words ‘next time’. Suguru really hopes there is a next time. Not even for the sex. He just wanted you.

You lift up allowing Suguru the room to pull his pants down. After pulling your own panties to the side you grab his cock and align it before sinking down.

Groans leave both of your mouths and before Suguru can even collect his thoughts you began to bounce up and down. Suguru isn’t even sure were to focus. Your bouncing breast, the perfect contortions of your face, or the lewd scene between your legs.

He leans forward and takes your nipple into his mouth again. You felt so good. So wet. So warm. The tight grip on his hair only sending more pleasure through his body while you alternate between bouncing and grinding. Your eyes were closed and you weren’t focused on anything but yourself.

You were using him but none of that mattered.

“Suguru,” you whine, finally looking at him. “feels so good. It feels so good.”

“Only ever want to make you feel good y/n,”

 Suguru says it so quietly that he wasn’t even sure you’d heard or if you did you’d understood what exactly he meant but when your eyes began to water again Suguru knew you had.

You hide your face into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. When your hips began to falter in pace Suguru knows your close. Once your pussy tightens and your legs begin to shake, Suguru lets himself fall apart too.

You both stay like that. Breathing labored wrapped in each other's arms not saying anything. You stay that way until he hears your little sniffles and feels the tears falling onto his shoulder.

“Don’t cry. Pretty girls don’t cry.”

“Then stop making me.”

[i-trash-about-things]

a.n.: I can't believe this took me 6 freaking months to write. It definitely doesn't live up for the hype, but for some reason the words just wouldn't flow. In the mean time, I graduated! Actually went to prom! It kinda sucked, I really don't see the hype behind it!

Anyway, enjoy– and thank you for the patience to those that were interested in this story. If you're still interested by the end of this part– well, you'll know for yourself if there will be more lol ;)

Part 1!

Multiple perspectives (3rd and 1st person); Henderson!Reader; GN!Reader; use of Y/N; Billy Hargrove Survived (but he isn't a racist piece of shit); Everyone might be OOC, sorry lol; swearing; light violence; mostly fluff; English is not my first language! Sorry if something doesn’t make sense :p; no beta, we die like Vecna should’ve

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Third Time's The Charm.

Dustin’s day has been good, in his less than humble opinion.

School sucked the same as always, but hey! Everything other than that was actually pretty awesome!

His older sibling popping by on a whim wasn’t a rare occasion, far from it. When they first moved to college, he cried the whole day thinking he would only see them on Christmas, and now it’s like they never moved in the first place!

Well, maybe it’s because of the Upside Down thing and how they almost died about a million times in the last 4 years, but Dustin liked to believe it’s because they just love him very very much.

But, one thing actually did change.

Eddie.

“Dustin, my man, my favorite nerd, what a sight to the sore eye you are right now!”

Speak of the devil.

Him and Eddie have known each other for a while. I mean, how could he not when the metal-head has been his sibling's best friend for almost all his life?

And with the time to get used to each other, plus Dustin’s natural attentiveness and attention to detail, he can read this guy like the cheap rip-off comic of spider-man he is.

Eddie wants something.

“Is that a new upgrade to your walkie? Dude, that looks sick, what does it do?”

“Nothing, it’s just a normal radio actually.”

“Oh.”

A snort leaves his nose. Dustin shakes his head, setting the walkie talkie on the library table before looking up to his friend.

“You really aren’t subtle, my friend.”

“First things first: how dare you. Secondly-” Eddie pushes the nearest chair back, giving him enough space to sit on the old table. The notebook under him crinkles, but he just pushes it aside, clearly in too much of a rush to care about a random person’s notes. “I need your help.”

“If it’s about the whipped cream on Lucas’ backpack and his basketball shoes, it’s too late. The operation is already in motion.”

“Operation- wait, did you put whipped cream on Sinclair’s shoes?”

“What? No I didn’t. You didn’t hear that from me.”

“Mhm.” Eddie just sends Dustin a look, raising an eyebrow with just a very done expression on his eyes, before shaking his head. “You know what, I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear anything.”

He leans closer, likes he’s about to tell the biggest secret of his life. The notes beneath his butt crumble further.

“It’s about your sibling.”

“Y/N? What they have to do with anything?”

“I’m gonna ask 'em to prom.”

If Dustin were drinking something, he would’ve done a spit take right now.

“WHAT?!”

“SHHHH!” The other school library attendees shush him, all glaring in their direction. Dustin flushes a little, curling into himself, but Eddie doesn’t even flinch.

“I want to take your older sibling to prom, Henderson. Like, real bad.”

“Dude!”

“What?!”

“That’s my sibling!”

“And my best friend! So??”

“So–” Dustin sputters. How does he even respond to that?!

Don’t get him wrong, of all the people he could’ve picked to compete for your hand, Eddie would always be his champion. His two favorite people??? Sign him up!

Doesn’t mean his into it, tho!

“Why?!”

“What do you mean ‘why’?! You’ve ever met ‘em?! They're the coolest most beautiful, and funniest person I’ve ever known! Why wouldn’t I want to take them to prom?”

“No, not that- why the change? I thought you wanted to go with Chrissy??”

That gets a reaction out of him.

Eddie flinches, looking away. He passes a hand through his hair, half hiding himself beneath the brown curls.

“Chrissy… She’s…”

Dustin does not like the hesitation. The kid crosses his arms over his chest, squinting up at Eddie with distrust.

“Look, I’m all for you going after my big sibling–”

“Really? That wasn’t what it looked like two seconds ago.”

Dustin squints further, frowning, and Eddie groans.

“Just keep going.”

“As I was saying, I don’t mind you taking my big sibling to prom… If you actually mean it.”

It’s his turn to frown, a mirror of Dustin’s expression, but in confusion and a little bit of offense.

“What? Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

“You were just drooling over Chrissy, like, two days ago! I get you getting rejected, but don’t use them as a rebound, dude!”

“What?!”

“SHHHHH!” Strike two, the people around them shush them both again. Dustin doesn’t flinch this time, both him and Eddie a bit too enthralled in the topic at hand.

“How could you say that?! You know how much I care about Y/N!”

“I know that, but I also know how much they cares about you.”

“What does that has to do with anything?”

“Uh- Literally everything? What, you think you can just go and ask them all willy nilly to go to prom with you like it’s no big deal, and they won’t feel like it’s a big deal? Thye care, dude! What you say matters to them!”

Something in that makes Eddie pause, breath hitching on the tip of his tongue. He knew that, of course… Didn’t he?

His mind flashes back to the three years ago, just in the middle of prom season.

“Y/N Henderson, you did not–”

“Oh but I did! I did, despite it all!”

Eddie feels the bright afternoon sun on his back, the ever warming spring air making his hair and their hair flutter in the wind.

Today has been a weird day. His friends all seemed either jittery or smug, like they know something he doesn’t, a joke he didn’t get the punchline yet.

But the weirdest thing? His best friend wasn’t waiting for him by his parking spot.

At the end of class, he found a pretty envelope on his locker, attached to it a blue little flower– one of the few he recognizes. Forget-me-not’s.

“6 years sure go by fast. We’ve been through a lot in that time, didn’t we? And we will go through a lot more shit, knowing us like I do.

I was hoping you’d indulge me on a little game, just for old times sake.

Check the supply closet closest to you.”

From then on, he went on a surprisingly elaborate scavenger hunt. Passing through closets, to bathrooms, even checking in with his friends when the little clues told him to. Surely enough, each one handed him a new letter, and each one had a soft and excited smile on their lips.

After a good half hour of running around the school like a headless chicken, Eddie had accumulated enough clues to fill both his pockets and enough flowers for a small bouquet. The last letter sits on his hand as he dashes around the halls, a big smile on his lips.

“Ok, I promise this is the last one– for real this time, I swear.

This had been a rough year on you, but I was hoping to send it off with a bang. One last middle finger to the world before I have to leave you behind to fend for yourself in the lion’s den.

So, Edward Munson, meet me by the woods, in our usual spot.”

“Henderson, you absolute maniac!” Eddie all but jumps over the picnic table, practically throwing himself on his best friends arms. They don't even blink, only opening up and holding him. Firm, steady and warm. Their laughter feels like electricity and care all at once over his skin, and he breaks into goosebumps.

“Did you like it? Had any fun?”

“Hell yeah I did! How long have you been planning this, dude?!”

“Ah, who cares about that?” They flick their wrist, like trying to get rid of an annoying fly. Eddie’s way too used to their dismissive and nonchalant nature at this point, so he just laughs and hugs them close again.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson, what did I ever do to deserve you?”

He can’t see, but their smile softens. The hold on him tightens, and they buries their face into the mess of his hair.

“You’re you. That’s more than enough.”

After a beat, they finally pull away from the other. Eddie doesn’t even questions at their dazed gaze, used to it at this point, even if he never truly knew the reason behind it. He squeezes their shoulders, still a little incredulous at the situation. Taking his little moment of silence as an opportunity, Y/N steps back and takes one last flower from their pocket. It’s a little bit beaten up after being squashed in the hug, but it makes Eddie’s heart feel tight anyway.

“Look, I know this hasn’t been an easy year for you. You’ve been through a lot of shit, dealing with shitheads like Carver and Hagan, and that you didn’t graduate, but… But I wanted to make the end a good memory, you know? Eat junk food, dress fancy for once in our lives, pretend that we’re the protagonists for once, you know?”

They take a deep breath, eyes locked on the little flower on their hand. It’s impossible to lift their head and finally gaze into the eyes of their best friend. The love of their life.

Bah, call 'em dramatic. They're already way too deep into this cheesy bullshit to care.

“So. Eddie. Eds. Angel. Would… You, maybe… Like to… Gotopromwithme??”

Well that was smooth.

Still, it doesn’t seem like he cares about their awkward stumbling.

Instead, he just pulls them into one more hug, laughing like a maniac.

“Yes! Of course I’d like to, you dumbass! You’re my best friend!”

And those words make their heart races and breaks, all at once.

They let the little blue flower fall to the ground, unbothered by the numbness on their fingertips.

“I know. You’re my best friend too, Eds.”

Eddie shakes his head, locks brushing against his nose at the intensity. This is a crisis for another time.

“I know, believe me. But I’m telling the truth! I don’t care about Chrissy, I legitimately want them to be my date!”

Dustin raises an eyebrow, feeling the genuine longing in Eddie’s tone. It’s a surprising match to his siblings, every time they talks about Eddie. That lingering bitter-sweetness in the end of the sentence, the longing in each and every word. He’s heard them rant and ramble, on and on, about the metal-head more time than Dustin feels like counting, he knows that tone. It’s a perfect match.

So, he sighs, leaning his head back against the library’s chair to the point his cap almost falls off.

“Fine, I’ll help.”

“Yes!”

“SHHHHH!”

…

Today was… Weird.

Maybe it was the way the sun was beating down my face, too hot for a spring day, maybe it was the fact that the 7-11 I passed by didn’t have my favorite slushy flavor, but something just seemed… A little off today. Like someone just tilted the world a little bit to the left.

I take a long drag from the cigarette between my lips, watching the shining sun from my spot by my car. Sitting beside me is none other than Billy Hargrove, the same glare up at the sky as mine.

It’s always funny hanging out with Billy by the school’s grounds. We used to beat each other up in this same parking lot, about two years ago! And now look at us, sharing a can of coke beneath the spring sky like two dads waiting for their kids after football practice.

“I can hear your brain about to cook up some weird shit to say, Henderson. Please keep it to yourself.”

I don’t even blink at his harsh tone, putting a sugary sweet expression and leaning to lay my head on his shoulder.

“Awn, I know you love my commentary.”

He’s quick to brush me off, with not nearly as much strength as he used to a few years ago.

“I’d rather hear the screams of children.”

All I can do is snort, laughing slightly before taking a sip of the can between us.

Billy is one of the only people acting somewhat normal today, same snarky responses that once made me lunge for his throat and same pissed off frown.

He’s also one of the few people I trust the most, funnily enough. What can I say, he’s seen the worst in me and somehow still sticks around- probably because I’ve seen the worst in him too, but still. Maybe that trust is what made me press the halfway burnt cigarette into the ground and turn to look back at him.

“Hey, dude?”

“Hm.”

“Is it just me or is everyone kinda off today?”

And to my surprise, he doesn’t immediately respond. Instead, he raised his own cigarette to his lips, taking a long and deep drag.

“Nope, just you.”

“Pfft, weird, something tells me your lying?”

“Something? What, like voices in your head? Damn, I knew you were crazy, Henderson, but this is new ground.”

“Billy.”

“… Hmph.”

He stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets, sunglasses tilting down just enough to see the look he sends me. I shake my head and he relaxes. There’s a small pause after that. He flicks the cigarette ash off, before glancing to me again.

“Look, it’s nothing you have to worry about, ok?”

I can’t help but chuckle at his words, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Last time you said that, you were possessed by a god damned spider monster thing.”

“Yeah, but this time I’m not. So chill out.”

Isn’t he sweet?

I chew on the inside of my cheek, breathing in slowly before letting out a long long sigh.

“Fine.” A pause. But then I turn to look at him again, with the most serious expression I can. “But if you are possessed again-”

“Fuck off.”

“Pfft-”

The loud ringing of the school bell quickly brings our attention back to the front doors of Hawkins High. Like clockwork, they open and the sea of teenagers roll out, flooding the parking lot. My eyes drift between faces, looking for any sign of my favorite club, but the first thing I catch is a familiar cap and a mess of red hair.

Dustin immediately runs up to me, his cap hitting me on his attempt at a dive hug. Max is not so far from him, but instead of the affection attack she just flips Billy the bird… which he quickly reciprocates, smirking.

The two types of siblings.

“Hey, Junior.” The sarcastic and rougher edge to my voice quickly melts off, turning to the normally sweeter and more relaxed tone reserved only for my little brother. Dustin immediately turns to me, smiling like he always does- but, of course, there’s something off.

“Hello there, older sibling figure.”

… ok.

I just let out a chuckle, a little weirded out. See? It can’t be just me, everyone’s acting all skittish for some reason. Did I miss the memo?

Max pushes Dustin’s cap over his eyes before he has the chance open his mouth again, her eyes literally screaming for him to shut up. Then, she turns to me.

“If he hurts you, tell me. I’ll kick his ass.”

“… What???”

The hell’s going on?

Dustin clears his throat, pushing his hat back and sending Max a half hearted glare.

“As I was about to say- Eddie told me to give you this.”

From the depths of his many pockets, he pulls a… letter? A note, better said, scribbled in a chicken scratch of a writing I know way too well.

Before I can open it, he quickly pulls me so I look at him again.

“I’m gonna catch a ride with Max today I’ll see you later ok bye-”

And he practically drags Max to Billy’s car… which she weirdly let’s him do. I look back at the blonde next to me… and he doesn’t even blink at the interaction, stepping on the rests of his cigarette before turning away from me without a word.

What…. the hell.

As the familiar camaro drives off the parking lot, leaving me to my lonesome by my truck, I glance down at the note in my hands. Crumpled notebook paper, with the little bits used to wrap around the spiral still attached, and that familiar handwriting.

After a huff of amusement, I open up the letter.

“Greetings, dear adventurer! It is I, Eddie the Pardoned (we really need to workshop that title).

This is your formal request to join in on an adventure through the ever changing land of Hawkins High school. Walk across the mighty and dangerous hallways where jocks once slammed our faces into lockers, or traverse into the terrifying lands we call the gym showers!

Follow the riddles and clues, and if you’re lucky, the gates of a whole new adventure shall open to those with brave and worthy hearts.

Good luck.”

“Dramatic dork.” I mumble beneath my breath, but the smile on my lips can only be described as disgustingly smitten.

I look over the note again, flipping it between my fingers. Surely enough, more writing in the back.

“Those who trail my path are the best liars, but also the most emotional of artists. The many nights you’ve spent between my walls, you were never quite yourself. Oh, wow, he really wasn’t kidding on making riddles, huh?”

I can’t help but let out a chuckle, raising my eyes from the paper in my hands and looking around the parking lot. There’s a lot of people walking around right now, most speeding to get home after a long long Friday, but my eyes don’t catch a single hint of anyone using the familiar Hellfire shirt. Which is definitely weird, they’re normally the first ones to leave the school. Still, no sign of Jeff, or Bryan, or Gareth, much less Ed.

I look back down to the riddle.

“The many nights you’ve spent between my walls” So it’s a place, then? One I’ve been before, if Eddie isn’t being a little shit and using “you” because he thinks it sounds better.

“Those who trail my path are the greatest liars, but most emotional of artists.” Greatest liars? And most emotional of artists. Well, if it’s a place, related to art, then the art room? But then why the lying?

“You weren’t quite yourself.” Wasn’t… quite myself. Hm.

A place, probably one at school since I doubt he would’ve gone so extra as to go around the entire city, related to art and lying. “Wasn’t quite yourself.”

…

Wait, the drama club?

Art of lying- could he mean acting? A room related to acting in which I’ve been to before.

The drama club, at D&D nights!

My feet are moving before my brain is, crumpled up note being carefully stuffed into my pants pockets.

…

Not far…

“The bird has taken flight, over.”

“Dustin, will you stop with the codenames?! Just- Just get into position! Over!”

…

How many damn riddles can this man write??? I must’ve collected more than twelve by now!

There’s a small collection of notes in my left hand, my pockets too filled up to stuff any more of them without damaging. My shoes squeak against the floors of the mostly empty school, echoing in my ears as I run from room to room, classroom to classroom.

I swear, If this is some sort of elaborate prank, I’m going to kick Eddie’s ass until Halloween comes.

I let out a groan leaning down to reach another, stuck beneath my– well, not mine, it hasn’t been mine since I graduated– seat at the iconic Hellfire Club lunch table. When I turn to the back, I’m surprised to see there isn’t a riddle this time, no little set of verses to greet me. So, after a small hum of interest, I fold it open.

“If you’ve reached this point of your quest, fair knight, I’m proud to tell you your prize awaits you! (Because I’m not like SOME people who do FAKE OUTS THREE TIMES IN A ROLL)

All that’s left is for you to come and get it. Your king awaits in our usual spot.”

-E.M.

“Pfft– my king?” I can barely pay attention to the soft laugh that leaves my lips, chest too warm and filled with cotton to notice. Dork.

Still, I just set the note with the rest, walking to the nearest exit with a smile on my lips.

I’m still have no idea what Eddie is planning with all of this. Despite the dozen plus notes, he hasn’t gave me a single of hint for the reason of this scavenger… Hunt.

…wait.

I mean, it’s not– it’s not possible, right?

He was talking about inviting Chrissy less than a week ago!

Nah, nah, yeah, it’s not… He wouldn’t. Not me, anyway.

…

Well I just made myself sad.

A groan leaves my lips as I shake my head, hair flowing around with the motion before bouncing and stopping, strands sticking to my eyelashes. Enough with the self pity. I’m better than this. Whatever it is that Eddie has planned to me is going to be awesome.

The hallways echoes with my steps, the sound of my combat boots squeaking in the shiny tile flooring being the only sound as I leave the school. It’s late afternoon at this point, the sun starting to set as everything is painted golden. The walk through the woods is longer than I remember, the late spring wind ruffling through my clothes. After a while, I’m reaching the clearing…

And there’s no one here…?

“Eddie?” I spin in place, looking in between the trees for any sign of the silhouette I know better than my own. It’s quiet here, with the exception of the singing birds and early crickets. I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my brows twitch in worry. “Did I take too long…?”

When I pull them back, one of them holds the last hint. It’s impossible to be anywhere else– he literally said our usual spot, and this is it, isn’t it? Unless my first suspicion was right, and he really meant to spread these around the town– wait, no, then why would he set them up around school? What am I m–

“BOO– OW!”

“EDDIE?!”

My knuckles sting, heart beating louder than a drum as I stare at my fallen best friend, cradling his own face. Immediately I reach for him, falling to my knees by his side.

“Jesus Christ, Munson, you scared the shit out of me! I’m so sorry– Oh, god dammit, sweetheart, c’mere, c'mere… Let me see…” I gently tug his hands from his face, touches practically feather light and with as much care as I can channel. He laughs all the while, completely unbothered by the forming bruise on his cheek.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson– You pack quite the punch! Holy crap, I think you dislocated my jaw–”

“Stop saying shit like that, you’ll manifest it.” I chuckle under my breath (but do check his jaw, making sure everything is in place and I didn’t punch one of his teeth in.). “Why the hell you sneaked up on me like that? What thought process made you think that was a good idea??”

“I don’t know!” He laughs, falling limp on the grass while looking up at me. His smile is almost dopey, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he said he just got baked. He doesn’t smell like weed, tho. Just smoke and cologne, the one that makes me wish I could bury my nose into his neck and just live there. “I thought it’d be a good idea? All I needed to do was distract you for a little while!”

“Distract me?” I snort, brows tilting in a playful frown. “From what?”

“Shit–” And at the sound of my brother’s cursing, I lift my eyes from my best friend’s face.

What do I find if not the rest of the Hellfire club, haphazardly stacked on each other’s shoulders putting up a huge banner on the branches of the nearest threes. Jeff has Mike on his shoulders, while Bryan has Justin– and Lucas and Gareth watch a few steps away, clearly trying to not bring attention to themselves as I turn to them.

“Michael, if you ruin my jacket with your dirty ass shoes–”

“I’m trying not to! Stop moving!”

“Guys! Guys, I’m gonna fall! BRYAN–”

“You’re not gonna fall, Dustbin– stop being a pussy and just tie the goddamn thing.”

“What the hell…?” I mumble, even more confused than when I found the kids sneaking Eleven into Mike’s basement.

Eddie doesn’t answer me with anything but a cackle, getting up to his feet and jogging up to the rest of the club. His grin is so wide his dimples are lost between smile lines, brown eyes shining in the late afternoon sun that warms my skin and cheeks. He skids to a stop under the banner, not even waiting to check if it’s tied up properly before tugging the bottom and unrolling it.

‘COME DITCH PROM WITH THIS FREAK?’

And the arrows badly painted on the bottom point directly at him, that turns around to beam my way with his smile brighter than the sun.

…

I don’t know if the guys have fallen silent or if I just gone deaf, but I don’t have the mental power to look. It’s like the whole world turned… quiet.

My heart can’t seem to choose between skipping beats or skidding to stop. I can feel my skin tingling, my knuckles going from stinging to burning. As does the back of my neck and the bottom of my gut.

I read the words, over and over again, shocked…

“Is this…” My tongue feels like it’s knotted, tied and shipped to the other side of the country. No words could ever describe– whatever the hell I’m feeling right now. “Are you… Is– Are you for real??”

“Yeah.” He chuckles, the warm orange lighting almost making it look like his cheeks are dyed a soft red. His smile is confident, almost cocky and playful as he looks down at me. “As real as a I can be.”

My mouth feels drier than a desert, and I swallow harshly. I can’t turn my eyes from him, like I’m transfixed… which, in someways, I am.

He has hypnotized me, a puppet on his strings.

I feel starstruck.

Eddie takes my silent as a go ahead, because after standing under the banner for a second, he slowly walks to me again. For some reason, I don’t even think to get back on my feet until he’s almost right in front of me, his head obscuring the sun as if he’s the only star I need.

“Henderson,” He says, the smirk on his lips almost sheepish. “I’ve got to apologize. I’ve been… kind of a shit best friend for the last couple years. You’ve been my paladin, my white knight, the voice of reason when I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t even thank you properly.”

He extends his hand, the black stone in his ring finger catching the sunlight from his smile.

“So let me make it up to you… Will you let me take you with me to not-prom?”

My throat closes up, my eyes sting, but my smile is as bright as the moon.

“Yeah, I will.”

And I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet.

taglist! @eddiesgirlforever @plk-18 thx for the support and the patience!! :D

[jade-kyo]

Season 17 post restoration thoughts

Casually skipping 16 and going straight to 17 because lord knows I can’t afford to lose anymore braincells. I genuinely enjoy this season so I’m looking forward to the rewatch!

Ngl jumping straight from 15 to 17 really highlights how absurd this is like bro why is there gods and shit omg 😂

The fates are racist- that explains a lot

Donut my sweet baby boy

You know as much as I hate time travel stories this works way better for a “lets reference and call back to as many previous arcs and seasons as possible” nostalgia trip than Restoration did

Okay while I personally prefer the take that Donut is fully aware of all the innuendos he makes and is doing it to be a little shit I do think it being unintentional is really funny considering the ace Donut thing

“You have me all wrong” “I doubt it.” Donut the master at not getting gaslit

Donut knows Wash’s name is David- meaning Wash must have told all the reds and blues his real name

JESUS CHRIST DONT KILL JUNIOR

Felix is afraid of knives

Man I love it when Dr. Grey sounds like herself

We love insurance fraud

DONUT WASH TEAM UP MY BELOVED

Wash just silently shooting Donut again has me wheezing holy shit

The Wash and Carolina conflict is so freaking good man I love them

Man this season is just genuinely entertaining to watch despite everything- the way I wish we could’ve gotten this character writing with a better story

Oh what’s that a way to reference back to all the freelancers that includes Wyoming and the triplets. The concepts are wild again.

Also it’s just genuinely hilarious

WASH SCREAMING INSIDE HIS HELMET

DELTA OMG I FORGOT HE WAS IN THIS SEASON

I need to find the ost for when Wash and Carolina reunite and she’s saying how she trusts him and doesn’t know why bro this music is so pretty

Seriously I’m enjoying this as a nostalgia trip so much more than restoration

Oh I can feel my inner 15 year old desperately trying to take control of my body and send me down the carwash pipeline again holy shit- platonic or romantic. They’re good either way 🙂

OH GOD THE CABOOSE FEELS AGAIN THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL

Kai I love you with all my heart and soul but you do not disrespect Junior like that

STOP BEING MEAN TO DONUT HE IS DOING HIS BEST

Yes Caboose IS a genius and also my son

Kai messing with Tucker is glorious holy shit is that bit funny I love them

“Time is made of circles” what a nice, funny and succinct callback. Look at those concepts being wild.

Not Tucker dropping the “your mom” bit on Doc AGSKHAKS

HELL YEAH DONUT YOU FUCKING TELL THEM THATS MY BABY BOI!!!

PINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wash might be a competitor with Church for number one Donut Stan

Or simulation headcanon: Church is projecting his liking of Donut onto Wash

Okay but Donut should be in the caves not under the pelican FR PEOPLE STOP FORGETTING ABOUT THE CAVES!!!

Laughs in Spanish

I love competent Caboose and Donut

“My testicles send their regards” has no right being as badass as it is

Love a good Tucker moment- sure wish it wasn’t just redoing his character development that never should’ve been undone to begin with

OKAY BUT TUCKER AND DONUT MOMENT THO???? So good- can’t believe Donut is the “angsty bitch”

WASH AND CAROLINA AKDHAKBSKSHSKDHK

Love them talking about the AI like they’re Carolina’s siblings

Holy shit the voice acting between these two is so good

“If he’s single there’s no hope for any of us” sargington nation rise

Sarcastic Donut my beloved

I said this last time but seeing Church impaled by a golf club, even if it is actually Genkins, is entirely unnecessary bro I don’t wanna see that

THE LABYRINTH!!!

GOD CAROLINA VS CAROLINA AGAJSHKAH FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

Sarges vision is further proof that the correct ending for him is retirement

OKAY I STILL HATE THE LOPEZ VISION LISTEN I GET HE COMES BACK BUT ITS JUST IN POOR TASTE

“Don’t say toodles” LOVE sassy Donut so much

DOC BADASS MOMENT LETS GO

GRIF SIBLINGS MY BELOVED

Grif enlisted reveal you will always be famous to me

I never actually thought about it too deeply before but now that I am holy shit do I love that detail it’s so good and actually reminds me of my own brother who enlisted for similar reasons and regrets it now- seriously Grif enlisting is so realistic, a lot of kids sadly think the military is the only thing that can give them structure and purpose. It’s a great addition to the anti military themes of RvB

And yet- despite all these good red team moments- THEY FUCKING TURNED SIMMONS INTO A PENIS JOKE???? AND A BAD ONE AT THAT?????? COME ON S17 I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS THATS SOME S16 NONSENSE

TUCKER CANONICALLY HAS PANIC ATTACKS- the fact they kept his visions so vague is truly a CRIME

“Still got my penis” “what-“ GOD DAMN IT THAT ONE WAS ACTUALLY FUNNY COME ON I WAS TRYING TO MAKE A POINT EARLIER

AND WE DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO CABOOSE- honestly I know they probably didn’t have this arc planned back then but they should’ve used the labyrinth for Caboose to find closure in Church’s death rather than the Time Machine nonsense in s15. I feel like that would’ve been infinitely more interesting.

Carolina vs Carolina MY BELOVED HOLY SHIT I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH

OH FUCK THE FREELANCER TRAINING ROOM IM AKDHKAHSKSH THIS SHIT IS SO GOOD

GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET WE LOVE THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP

Caboose gets it!!

GOD THE SLOW PIANO COVER OF BLOOD GULCH BLUES I CANT

AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH

Man what nice fairly satisfying conclusions to everyone’s arc- don’t we love wild concepts.

Sure maybe it’s not anything super poetic or perfect like 13 but at least it makes sense

Hell I’ve even warmed up to Donut leaving! Bro deserves some him time and it’s not like he said it was permanent or anything… doesn’t that just really hit you in the wild concept 🙂

You know what- this season is genuinely such a delight at times. Im thinking about adding it to my regular rewatch list along with 1-13 as just like a little bonus I can have at the end cause it’s just such fun. Glorified fanfiction! We love to see it- maybe Restoration sucking was a blessing in disguise cause it really gave me a new appreciation for 15 and 17 (but 17 especially). I probably won’t rewatch 15 as much cause being honest I don’t really enjoy it in its entirety as much as 17 but it’s got good moments I love.

Now- I know the logical thing for me to do is go back and watch 16 and then Restoration but here’s the thing… I don’t want to.

I genuinely do not enjoy those seasons. I don’t want to put myself through something that’s just gonna make me angry and bitter just for the sake of giving commentary on them- not right now anyway. Maybe one day I’ll feel like being a bit salty and do it but that’s just really not how I want to spend my time with my favorite show. I’ve already rewatched any clips from restoration that I cared to rewatch and I don’t think any of my feelings on it are gonna change. And I’ve seen 16 enough times to know my feelings won’t change.

Now what I am considering doing is rewatching 1-13 for the 20th time (<- accurate number, I’ve kept count over the years) and continuing to do these thought posts cause they’re good fun to do! So who knows whenever the time comes you’ll probably have to deal with more of my insane ramblings 😂

[katsushika-division]

ARB Birthday Special 2024: Akihisa Mashiro

~~ October 19th ~~

“Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.”

Login Lines:

“Seems like we have an unexpected visitor. How quaint. Now explain why you are here or else.” 

“A gift? Ah yes, it seems like that time of year has once again sprung upon me. I suppose thank you for the present.”

Voice Lines: 

“Another year has passed and again Touya wishes to celebrate my birthday. Frankly, today is just another day for me. I had hoped to let it pass without any sort of merriment. *sigh* I should’ve known Touya counts down the days to our birthdays. He’s dedicated. I'll give him that.”

“As much as I hate admitting it, I'm surprised I can still move as well as I do. My long career as a hitman left me with many injuries some of which should have left me disabled especially those given to me by that damned Black Dahlia. Still, I refuse to let it drag me down.” 

“Even my parole officer wished me a “Happy Birthday” today with that aggravating smile of his. The man truly gets off at having three of the worst criminals ever chained like dogs to him. He’s quite lucky I’m not able to make him regret many of the things he’s done so far.” 

“Mother, sometimes I wonder if you’re staring down at me from above. Do you shed tears at what has become of your son? A killer with a body count high enough to reach the heavens. *chuckles* I suppose I won’t ever know since I won’t be joining you up there in heaven Mother when I finally croak.”

“Hello, Touya. Yes yes, how foolish of me to forget my birthday. You do know I don’t entirely care for it, right? Frightening how you can switch from cheerful to mad at the drop of a hat Touya. *sighs* Fine but only because you insist on giving me a gift. So let me see it.” 

“How did you even make this Touya? You shouldn’t have been able to sign up for the class. Just be careful Touya. I dare not imagine the frenzy people will throw when they realize ‘The Sweetheart Killer” is next to them. It is a nice gift Touya. Thank you. I truly appreciate it.”

“Here to deliver a gift Rintaro?  Knowing you? You came here just to tell me that you burned the backyard again and after last year’s gift, I’m hesitant to see what you got me this year. You shouldn’t be breaking any law at all Rintaro. Are you trying to get caught? Fine, hand it over.”

“This is a jab at my age isnt it Rintaro? You little shit. Closer to 50 or not I’m still in better shape than most other people my age. I’m 205cm Rintaro of course my bones crack at that height, especially after the things I’ve done. …Go, just go, just staring at you is starting to piss me off.”

Touya Lines:

“Happy Birthday Hisa-Chan! You almost let it pass but don’t worry I remembered! I don’t care it’s your birthday and we’re gonna celebrate it Hisa-chan! I refuse to let you or Rin-chan’s grumpiness stop you from celebrating your birthdays! Now you’re gonna accept my gift whether you like it or not. *giggles* So here! I hope you like it!”

“Ta-da! I took a ceramics class a while back and I know you like coffee so I made you a mug! Come on Hisa-chan! You know I’m really good at make-up and it’s not that hard to disguise myself. Aww I just wanted to make you something special tho. It is, isn't it? The skull is a nice touch if I do say so myself. No problem Hisa-chan~!”

Rintaro Lines:

“Happy Birthday you old bastard. What else could I fucking be here for? What’s that fucking look for? Wow, see if I ever break any fucking laws for you again. I’ll break any law I fucking want Old Man and dont worry your grouchy ass I won’t get caught. Now here. Enjoy it or whatever.”

“…Pfft! Hahahaha! Come on Old Man, you're closer to 50 than 40. You’re no fucking spring chicken anymore. Besides, don’t pretend I can’t hear your fucking bones creak every time you stand up. Like damn Old Man you’re really living up to your title. So I got you some damn Icyhot for your old ass. Ha! Later!” 

[libra-stellium]

Pluto in Aquarius - 12H Transit

Reflecting on Friendships

The last time pluto was in aquarius was March 23 - June 11 2023 and during that time was when a friend of 8/9 years ghosted me in early March and I tried to mend things during that 3 month period and the last time we had a conversation was June 10 2023 lol (we did tell each other happy birthday and thank you in Sept and Nov after that but no actual conversation)

Then this year pluto goes into aqua again on Jan 20 2024 and I tell a couple friends about how my TikTok FYP gets sooo many of her reposts about fake friends and hating people who aren’t confrontational and how nobody knows how to communicate lol so I liked one of them and they stopped! Then like 2 weeks later there’s a repost about getting confronted about reposts and how you can’t take anything online seriously 😂 but there’s been 0 reposts since so I think it worked 🤷🏾‍♀️

Then on Jan 29 I had a dream that I was in a groupchat with her and other people who I used to be friends with in college but my friendship with them didn’t make it past that so I guess they ended like 5 years ago? We would sometimes do group things but it quickly died down. They’re all still friends tho I think. Anyway so in this dream one girl sent a longgggggg ass message about all the things she hated about me 💀 (my dreams are always dramatic lmfao) and that girl who ghosted me was hearting the messages within seconds like she was right there when it was written!! Lmao message received!! I don’t think they actually hate me to this extent irl but I’m a Pisces rising so my dreams don’t lie 🤷🏾‍♀️

And this entire week I’ve been thinking about what I actually want out of friendships and that friendship wasn’t bad but it also wasn’t completely what I wanted in a friendship and I think I was holding on for longer than necessary bc nothing had happened between us so why end a friendship you know? And towards the end right before I was like “she ghosted me” I remember thinking why do I feel like I’m begging ? Lmao bc I would type a message and erase it like I felt she wouldn’t care about what I had to say. Which is weird bc I wasn’t saying anything out of the ordinary 😭 and I should’ve listened to that feeling more lol

I definitely want friendships with more care involved. I have a few friends I can have deep conversations with and who didn’t mind listening to me vent to them about what my narc mom was doing to me that week and I let them vent too. But like…while I was going through that no one asked me if I needed anything or if I needed help with anything it was just like yeah that sucks 😕 and that’s it. I was sick recently and one of my friends I told I was sick never responded to my message and then I go on IG two days later to see she’s on vacation with her bf and then she calls me when she gets back a week later and not once asked me if I was feeling better but immediately started talking about a situation with her bf 🙃 like okayyyyyy

So I think that’s def going to be a major Pluto in aqua theme for me. I just need to actually sit down and figure out what I want my friendships to look like.

I feel like I already do for them what I’m looking for so I know I’m not asking for a lot! And I did think about my people pleaser tendencies and it wasn’t even about that like someone sharing an achievement and me going “we should go here to celebrate!” But me sharing an achievement and just getting the congrats text with confetti and if I want to celebrate I gotta say I want to go celebrate let’s go here like 😀 and even for my bday last year I was fresh off no contact with my mom obviously distressed and no one offered any options for my bday when it was less than a week before and I was saying I literally have no idea what to do I’m overwhelmed they just kept asking did you plan it yet? So I ended up just picking a random place for brunch lol but it felt like too much to be like “can someone plan my bday for me?” 💀 my take on it is very if they wanted to they would

It’s 4:44

I think it relates to my family too bc from the way their lives have turned out I have this fear of not having any friends bc they don’t have any friends in their 50s 60s and continuously tell me how lonely it is and to make sure that never happens to me and to make sure I keep all my friends lol no pressure! But tbh the reason they don’t have any friends is bc I don’t think they were friends with those people to begin with they were just in proximity and they did not actually care about each other.

I wonder what’s going to show up between Sept 1 - Nov 19 2024 when Pluto goes back into cap and reenters aqua for the next 20 years bc my bday happens in that gap and there’s always something surrounding my bday!!

[pommunist]

im sorry to dump this in your inbox and if you want to delete it please go right ahead, it obviously invites a lot of discourse that you might not want to involve yourself in, but im so frustrated right now. people just keep passing around the same tired nonsensical arguments to try to discredit lea or any of the admins any way they can just to parasocially defend a fucking COMPANY and its just so stupid. "this shouldve been private" did you miss the fact that this started bc they were attempting to resolve it in private and lea got fired for asking for help from pierre? "lea doxxed quackity" she didnt even mean to and she apologized and deleted the tweet as soon as she realized "lea is xenophobic" over a mistranslation. give it up yall Quackity Studios®️ isnt gonna fuck you

First thing first, Xenophobia should never be seen as a « nonsensical argument », whether or not you believe it was perceived as such because of language difference or anything else.

As for the doxxing thing, people can have their thoughts and talk about it, but I won’t because it’s not directly related to the QSMP situation. What I’m trying to say is that these are serious topics than can be discussed, and also not everyone who raised these subjects used it to discredit the admins experience.

The « should’ve been private » argument tho… I can’t like yes, duh, it should’ve ! However it was not possible since communication seems to be a foreign concept within the higher hierarchy of Qstudios so their fault really. I put this in the same category as the « just be patient » argument, like no sorry what we’re talking about is severe mistreatment and exploitation of workers so lets focus on that instead of telling victims and outraged fans how they should act.

Personally I want to focus solely on the workers rights, the way the issues are being handled by Qstudios, the legal aspects of the problems, and just what revolves around the Qadmins situation in general. I have no interest in discussing the character of any CCs or admins as individuals, peripheral issues or fandom « discourse ». Doesn’t mean I don’t care about it just I don’t want to distract the discussion away from the « main » topic.

So if some people sent me anons that were more focused around the doxxing thing, or around being angry at some people’s reactions and were wondering why I didn’t answer them, that’s why ! No hate to y’all, you are still free to use my askbox as a venting place if you want to, I just hope you can understand why I chose, and will continue to choose, not to answer them ✌️

(edit : if you have genuine questions/are looking for answers about the doxxing situation or something else, hop in my dms rather than send me an anon)

Also anon, that last sentence, while I can see where you come from, let's still stay cordial and respectful !

[karlachgale95]

Hearts of the Multiverse: Chapter Nineteen: Unknown Phantom

              He sank deeper into a place that was all shadow; not a trace of light could be seen anywhere. Suddenly, images began to play out. He was back home. Not the Hikawa Shrine, but his home, in Italy. The leather chair he sat in did little to comfort him. The last thing he remembered; he had been poisoned by that Liv woman. This was obviously a trap. He needed to get out of here.

              “Giorno?”

              Miles was sitting opposite him, on the other side of the desk. He looked just as confused as Giorno felt.

              “Did…did we get captured? Is this a trick?” Giorno asked.

              Miles shook his head. “No, Trunks helped us get you back to the shrine.”

              “I’m guessing Trunks is Mr. Energy Guy, right?”

              Miles nodded. “Do you know where this is?”

              “Italy,” Giorno said. “My home.”

              “This is where you live?” Miles asked. It was a relief when he smiled. “Dude, this place is awesome.”

              “I’m glad you like it.”

              It surprised him when Miles got up and got closer, almost hesitantly. “I’m sorry. I never meant for you to get hurt.”

              “That wasn’t your fault, Miles,” Giorno said. “If it hadn’t been that woman, it would’ve been my father, Alastor, or some other boogeyman.”

              “But Doc Ock is my villain, and there’s like a lot of other bad guys out there who probably want revenge. I should’ve thought of that!”

              He brought up a good point; no, not blaming himself, but other villains being reanimated and placed here. It had crossed his mind that Squadra and perhaps even Diavolo had ended up here. If they knew he was here, he could be putting a big target on the reinvigorated Passione, himself, and Miles. Still, they were on his territory. This was his home, and he’d be damned if anyone tried to hurt him or anyone he cared about here.

              “…Would you stay here with me for now?” Giorno asked. He glanced out the window. Nothing seemed to be amiss. Still, it didn’t hurt to be careful. “I don’t want you getting hurt if my old enemies are out there.”

              Miles was quiet for a second before he said, “So, you’ve got some people who are probably against you, too, huh?”

              “That’s an understatement…But don’t worry about them.”

              They could still be dead. Hopefully they were still dead.

              “You know, I’ve never really been outside of the states before,” Miles said. “Well, except that time I accidently traveled to Pav’s world—Mumbattan.”

              Giorno blinked. “Never heard of it.”

              “It’s like Mumbai, I think,” Miles explained. “Huge place. Wish I could’ve gotten to explore it more. I might be able to—once we finish helping Kaiba with this project.”

              “Right,” Giorno said with a snort. “How’s working with him going?”

              “Well, he is a jerk, but he knows what he’s talking about. I think we’re making real progress in getting everyone home. However, Kaiba wants to take it a step further. He wants to keep in contact with some of us because he thinks we’d be good for helping him break through more barriers.”

              “And what do you think?” Giorno asked.

              Miles was quiet for a second and sighed. “I need to break through time. If everything resets, and I’m not there to stop it, my dad could die. If I can get the machine to travel through time and dimensions, I can travel to a specific point to make sure nothing happens.”

              “It’d be good for anyone who might want to go back or forwards in time to visit someone they met here,” Giorno said.

              “An obvious perk,” Miles said with a small smirk.

              Was he…? Giorno shook his head. He couldn’t tell.

              A sharp jab to his chest knocked him to the floor and the air out of his lungs. Good to know wherever they were, he could still feel pain. He had to get up, though.

              “Giorno!”

              Miles stooped down beside him; it was embarrassing to show so much weakness, even in front of, no, especially in front of him. He grabbed onto the edge of the desk behind him and casually (or at least what he thought was casually) began to prop himself up.

              “I’m fine,” Giorno assured him. “It’s probably just a lingering symptom. No need to panic.”

              “And if it isn’t?”

              “I’ll figure it out, Miles.”

              He was being shorter than he wanted to be, but he didn’t see any other way to do this without talking in short spans. He couldn’t allow to show any more weakness. This whole new world was just one setback after another, and he was running out of patience with the obstacles he kept encountering.

              “Hello?” a voice spoke up. It was unfamiliar—young—male. “Whoever is out there—this ability is very new and very fragile. I’ve tried to reach you in a place you’d feel safe.”

              Slowly, a translucent, gray, humanoid figure appeared before them. “Blast it all. I thought I might be able to project myself into this shared dream.”

              “Who are you?” Miles asked.

              The figure’s hands quickly went to its ears. “One at a time, please. I know you can’t see each other, but I’ve connected to a lot of you. I can hear you.”

              “I’m sorry I couldn’t get my body or face to show, but, like I said, it is a new ability. I’m here to help. I’ve received some distressing visions of the future. However, I think I’ve found a way to counter them. I just need the help of everyone who is seeing me; no one else. Every time we try to involve others, it ends in tragedy. I can’t see any other way around it, and I’m sorry. But, I’ve tried playing out different scenarios, and they don’t work. We’re going to need to work together.”

              His voice sounded familiar. Not to anyone he had met in real life, maybe in passing. Perhaps he was an enemy stand user.

              The vision of the person began to fade away. “Meet me at the secret library! I’ll explain everything!”

              Everything around them began to fade. Giorno shook his head. “Should’ve known this was just an illusion.”

              “We’ll get home,” Miles said. “I promise.”

              “When you say it, it seems possible,” Giorno said.

              Giorno woke up and took in a sharp breath of air. He was back in the Hikawa Shrine. His head pounded and his body ached, more than likely side effects of the venom. Still, he wasn’t dead. The octopus woman probably hadn’t accounted for that, but there was no doubt she would try again.

              Behind him, apparently having slept there, were Miles and Jotaro starting to wake up. They seemed surprised to be surrounded by blankets and pillows. Kakyoin was laid out very nearby—a two-to-three-foot distance beside him. Most of the windows in this room were shut up, as if no light was allowed to seep into it. He wondered, for a moment, if his father was there.

              However, a smug voice piped up, “How unlucky for a child of a god to be cursed so many times.”

              It was that vampire-spawn, Astarion. Jotaro glanced at him then at Kakyoin, who was still sleeping. Jotaro mumbled, “And what do you want?”

              “I came all this way, during the day, only to be treated so coldly? I’ve a surprise for Giorno,” Astarion mused. He walked to the door, “Mr. Bronze and Brash, your son is awake.”

              “You invited him here?” Jotaro demanded, standing on his feet immediately.

              “Calm down,” Astarion said. “You’re thinking of the wrong father.”

              “Wait, what are you—?”

              A man with dark raven hair, built body, ragged clothes, and a sword strapped to his back walked into the room. It was the man from Mista’s reports: Jonathan Joestar—his other biological father.

              “No way.”

              “You’re Jonathan Joestar,” Giorno said aloud.

              The man nodded. “Yes. And you’re Giorno Giovanna.”

              “I assume Astarion told you about me,” Giorno said with a pointed glare to the vampire spawn, who merely smirked in response.

              “He did, but I think it’s for the best,” Jonathan said. “After all, it seems there’s a myriad of family here I never would have…had a chance to know.”

              “Jiji told me how DIO ended up with your body,” Jotaro said. He glanced to Astarion. “I’m guessing he told you as much.”

              “Don’t blame me for keeping track of useful information. It could save your life…or more importantly—mine.”

              “Yeah, but how did you know about—?” Miles began.

              “Where do you think?” Jotaro asked. “Your ‘saviors’ during the Kaolinite incident. That priest is connected to DIO, isn’t he?”

              “Not just connected,” Astarion said. “Lolth herself couldn’t weave a fate so cruel and determined as those two share.”

              “Then why bother being a turncoat, if you suspect them to be so powerful?”

              “Because no one should have that kind of power, especially not with what they’re planning,” Astarion said.

              “Wait,” Jonathan interrupted. “You knew they have some sort of plan—what is this plan?”

              “I overheard it in whispers—pillow talk,” Astarion mused. Everyone groaned. Astarion’s face darkened. “He needs something from every single Joestar. His working theory is that if Giorno joins him in immortality, he won’t need what he’ll be taking from him. The rest of you—well—he hardly cares what happens to you.”

              “What does he want?” Jotaro asked, standing.

              “It’s the priest. He knows there’s something lurking within your souls—something powerful—something that will help them achieve control of the heavens and gods themselves!”

              Astarion paused. “Of course, I don’t know much beyond that. All I know is it will be a complete onslaught, should you allow them to continue.”

              “Then we’ll just have to beat him before he can enact anything,” Giorno said, standing up. He would not allow himself to become a husk for his ‘father’s’ bidding.

              “It may not be that simple,” Jonathan said. “Dio is dangerous, merciless, even. We need to be careful and come up with a plan to counter any arsenal he may command. When we fought, he had a horde of undead soldiers working for him.”

              “It’s stand users now,” Jotaro said. “Willing and unwilling.”

              “The priest looks pretty willing.”

              Another groan.

              “You’re all no fun.”

              “In any case,” Jonathan resumed, turning to Giorno. “I wanted to meet you. I know this is an awkward situation to say the least, but…”

              His voice trailed off, and he seemed to be getting emotional. This degree of sentimentality from someone who might’ve been a father figure in another life was unsettling. Giorno took a step backwards. “Whatever you know about me, you shouldn’t concern yourself with. I’m fine. I can handle this alone.”

              “Because that’s going so well,” Astarion commented. He openly scoffed. “Your father could offer you so much help and you’re just—refusing?”

              “I lived without a father for fifteen years; I don’t need one now,” Giorno said, trying not to sound bitter. He straightened out his jacket and started toward the door. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got a library to go to.”

              “I actually received that dream, too,” Jonathan said. “The woman who runs the secret library, Setsuna is very kind. Astarion, you should go return the books your host stole.”

              “And get tossed out like yesterday’s rubbish? No, no, no! I won’t be doing that, thank-you-very-much!”

              “Kaiba probably would throw him out,” Miles interjected.

              Great. They were stuck with him, it seemed. No. He could probably get out of this.

              There was a sudden commotion in the main hall of the shrine. Thank goodness for small miracles.

              …

              “What do you mean you hired someone new?” Rei demanded from her grandpa.

              Yugi wasn’t sure what to make of her sudden flare of anger that had consumed the red sailor guardian. She was probably just stressed by all the people who were already staying here. In any case, the blond guy standing beside her grandfather gave them a small, almost hopeful smile. He’d already been given blue shrine clothes.

Everyone else was still asleep. Yugi had woken up early due to their dream visitor. He had spoken to both himself and the Pharoah. Apparently, they needed to go to the library and there were others who needed to do the same.

              “Don’t worry, this young lad is awfully good at predicting the future! He’s like you, Rei!”

              “Is that so?” Rei questioned, her lips turning into a sneer. “We’ll see what happens there.”

              “Well, that’s good enough for me!” Mr. Hino said, leaving the room while humming some popular song from the 90’s.

              Rei shoved a finger into the guy’s chest pointedly. “If you’ve come here to cause trouble, just know it won’t go over well for you.”

              “I haven’t,” the guy said. His voice was…familiar. “I’m here to help.”

              “It’s the man from our vision,” the Pharoah murmured. “The blank figure. Ask him his name, Yugi.”

              “Um, excuse me,” Yugi piped up. “What’s your name?”

              “Hello Yugi Muto,” the man said with a small smile. “I am—!”

              He was cut off as Luz rushed into the room. “Luke Skywalker!”

              The man raised an eyebrow and turned to Luz. “You know, usually, I’m the one who scares people by knowing who they are first.”

              “Heh. Sorry,” Luz said, rubbing the back of her neck. “It’s just that you’re an icon in the nerd community.”

              “I still don’t trust you,” Rei said.

              Luke held up his hands defensively. “I understand. Trust is earned. And I’ll do my best to earn yours, Miss Hino.”

              “What are you doing here?” Luz asked. “If you wanted us to meet in the library, why not just go straight there?”

              Luke frowned. “I’m not sure why, but one moment, I was celebrating with my friends after the death of the tyrant, Palpatine. And I started receiving visions of people. No, not just people: titles, voices, and events that could, have, and will happen. I was pulled into this world by an entity, a kindly spirit. She told me I needed to prevent tragedy from falling upon those she protects.”

              Perhaps the spirit could be related to the Millenium items, but the Pharoah shook his head. “No. Not one who would bring him here to protect us.”

              Luke glanced at them, but he didn’t say anything. Could he see the Pharoah?

              “Rei! You’ll never believe what I just dreamt…about…” Usagi’s frantic run into the shrine was cut short by her seeing Luke. “Rei, did your grandfather hire someone new?”

              “Yes,” Rei said. “This is Luke, apparently.”

              He gave her a small wave. “Hello Miss Tsukino.”

              “Whoa! You know my name? Also…you’re that guy from my dream!” Usagi bowed up and crossed her arms. “I was having a very good dream about me and Mamo being married and living together before you interrupted it!”

              “I’m sorry, but it is important that I talk to everyone today,” Luke said. His face darkened. “I’ve got a feeling something bad is coming this way soon.”

              “Like what?”

              In walked Jotaro, Giorno, Miles, Mr. Joestar, and Mr. Ancunin.

              “Where’s Kakyoin?” Yugi asked.

              “Still sleeping,” Jotaro said. “Katara offered to keep an eye on him.”

              “Morlun must’ve affected him more than we originally thought,” Rei said. She turned to Jotaro. “We’ll need to make sure he’s not able to attack anyone else again. If you and Zuko hadn’t stopped him, it might’ve been too late.”

              Jotaro didn’t say anything, but the scowl on his face said it all.

              “…Is no one gonna talk about how the world’s most famous jedi is here?” Miles asked.

              “I did!” Luz said.

              “He’s also the dream visitor,” Giorno noted. “I recognized your voice. Also, Star Wars is pretty well-known.”

              “I don’t care who he is,” Jotaro said. He turned to Luke. “Why should we trust you?”

              “I know things seem bad, and you have every right to be weary of me,” Luke began. “However, I want to help—I was sent here to help. I think part of my mission is to gather everyone so that we’ll know who we can count on—who needs to be prepared for the final battle.”

              “Against the witches?” Miles asked. “Against Morlun? You’ve gotta be more specific.”

              “I will,” Luke assured him. “As soon as we’re altogether. It’s everyone or nothing, it seems.”

              “How do you know?” Jotaro asked.

              “Because I’ve seen the end of this timeline if we fail,” Luke said. “It’s not…good. Not for us, not for the multiverse, and certainly not for the balance of…everything.”

              They sat in silence for a second. It was broken by Usagi. “I think we need to at least give him a chance. I…feel like we should trust him.”

              “Plus, he’s Luke Skywalker,” Luz said. “Hero with one of the purest hearts? If he’s here, he’s really putting himself on the line.”

              “I mean, unless you count the sequels,” Miles said.

              “There are sequels to Star Wars?” Giorno asked.

              “And prequels,” Luz said.

              Yugi had no idea what they were talking about. It seemed pop culture in his universe differed from their universes. Maybe Luz or Miles could fill him, Joey, and Kaiba in later. It might give him a better idea as to who Luke was.

              “Fine,” Jotaro said. He stopped slouching and glared at the possible hero. It was super intimidating. “If you hurt anyone here, I will end you.”

              Luke matched his gaze; although, he remained calm. “I would never hurt the innocent. Ever. I took up an oath; as a jedi, it is my duty to protect the world, to protect people, and to protect balance.”

              Jotaro stared at him for a second and then shook his head. “Fine.”

              He walked off, leaving everyone to chatter amongst themselves. The awkward tension couldn’t be cut with a knife…or by a legendary knight. Was joking at a time like this bad? Yugi decided in a room full of fire and ice, the best idea was to keep to himself, which, after a lot of years of practice, he was good at doing.

              He walked into an adjacent room and sat down, turning on the news. Meta News was on; the host went on about some sort of gala happening soon. The anchorman switched to discussing the tragedy at the festival yesterday—how the central park was still under reconstruction from the daimon attacks. Yugi had no clue if they knew Doc Ock, Morlun, Lysandre, Kikimora, and Terra Snapdragon had played a part in yesterday’s excitement.

              The Pharoah appeared beside him, glancing at the screen. “At least he’s not as vapid as Vox.”

              “What do you think we should make of Luke, Pharoah?” Yugi asked. “Do you think he’s being honest.”

              “It’s hard to say, but Luz, Usagi, and Miles seem to trust him. Even Giorno didn’t seem to be too against him. Jotaro is the only one who seems especially weary. However, considering how hurt Kakyoin was, it’s hardly fair to blame him.”

              “True,” Yugi agreed. “I’m just not sure, you know? I mean, sometimes even the greatest heroes have turned out to be jerks.”

              “That’s what the Boulder was like when we first met him!”

              Yugi and the Pharoah turned to see Aang and Danny had joined them.

              “Oh, hi Danny, hi Aang,” Yugi said. “Do you guys need anything?”

              “Well, we kind of wanted to talk to you,” Aang said. He paused and bounced, further than anyone else could, on the back of his feet. “Listen, as the avatar, I am the official connection between the human and spirit world.”

              Uh oh.

              “So…then…”

              “So, he knows about the pharaoh,” Danny said. He chuckled. “And being half-ghost, I do, too. Look, we just wanted to see if, well, your spirit was friendly.”

              “Or if we could talk to him,” Aang said. “I mean, usually I need to be in the avatar state to commune with spirits, but for some reason I can see him. He looks like you!”

              They were able to see the pharaoh. Yugi tugged on his jacket. “…so you heard our conversation. Or…probably a lot of them.”

              “We didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” Aang said defensively.

              “Yeah!” Danny agreed with a nod. “We just didn’t know how to approach you about it. Plus, you’re always with everyone else, and if we accuse you of having a spirit attached to you, the others might get the wrong idea. A lot of people, where I’m from, they don’t exactly love the idea of Danny Phantom, you know.”

              “Considering how everyone reacted to Giorno’s pact for the longest time without understanding the circumstances,” the Pharaoh began. “You may have a point, Danny.”

              “So…are you just the Pharaoh?” Danny asked. “Is it like with that Doctor-guy? You know, you’re just named what you were? I mean, that’s cool. I know a spirit who’s literally called the Box Ghost.”

              “I do not remember my name,” the Pharaoh explained. “It’s been part of my mission to find it.”

              “Well—maybe we can help,” Aang suggested. “I’ve found things spirits have lost before.”

              “Same,” Danny said.

              “Don’t worry,” Yugi said with a small smile. “We’ve got this covered! I promised I’d help the pharaoh. Although, I guess being stuck in another world doesn’t really help our situation.”

              “I’m pretty good at finding the gap between the spiritual world and the physical world,” Aang said. “If you ever need help, well, looks like I’ll be here for a while. This whole multiple-worlds-thing is a mess. Saving one was hard enough.”

              “It’s actually not that bad,” Danny said.

              “Have you done this before?” Yugi asked.

              Danny nodded. “You meet some interesting people in the multiverse. Biggest surprise was that Ji…” he stopped himself. “Well, let’s just say that I was surprised to not see some familiar faces. Still, it’s like it’s always been: a big baddie is causing havoc and messing with multiple worlds. We’ll stop them, and if Plasmius shows his face, you leave him to me.”

              “Who’s Plasmius?” Yugi asked.

              “Just some jerk,” Danny said, waving his hand as if swatting at a fly. “We’ve got enough to worry about without worrying about him. So, if he is here, we’ll have to cross that bridge when we get to it. I mean, as long as he isn’t here, it’s probably best not to will him into existence. He’s kind of like Beetlejuice. Don’t even say his name.”

              “We’ll take your word for it,” the pharaoh mused.

              They were interrupted by Miles, who knocked on the wall of the doorway. “Hey, we’re gonna head out. If…you need to go to the library, you can come with us.”

              “Yeah, I think we all kind of got an invite,” Danny said. “Seriously, I can’t believe Star Wars is real.”

              “Witches, ghosts, monsters, and demons are real,” the Pharaoh said. “Why be surprised by whatever a Star Wars is?”

              Danny laughed, causing Miles some confusion. He stared at them for a moment, probably wondering if Danny had laughed at his own joke. Poor Danny. He turned to Yugi. “I seriously can’t believe you don’t know what Star Wars is. We’ll have to marathon the movies.”

              “Yeah, later,” Miles said. “We gotta go.”

              He turned and left, pulling his hoodie over his head.

              “Geez, dramatic much?” Danny asked.

              “He’s probably worried about his friend,” Yugi said. “If Joey or any of my other friends were in trouble, I’d probably want to get going, too.”

              “Yugi is right,” Aang said. “Besides, we can always watch movies later tonight! It’ll be a good reward, like Katara used to say after training.”

              “Responsibility it is, then,” Danny said.

              The Pharaoh turned to the door. “Then, let’s go.”

              …

              N leaned back against the wall of the large building. The dragon statues were a nice touch, but it needed to be more…fun. During his reign as king of Team Plasma, he’d decorated his room however he wanted; he’d even had a skating rink in the middle of his room. Of course, there wasn’t much time for fun with Ghetsis’s guidance.

              Mr. Wright kept thanking Karlach, Miss Clawthorne (and her owl friend), Miss Fey, Mr. Dekarios, Professor Sycamore, and Mr. Halsin for looking after the kids since most everyone was going to be in a meeting. Mr. Wright had a meeting, and Mr. Edgeworth had another. Word was from the tiny Kaiba that his brother would be in a meeting with some executives. N had come with the express interest of finding his friend. After Hilbert defeated Ghetsis, he’d gone missing, sent on some quest to expose others like Ghetsis by that incompetent man, Looker.

              The eldest Kaiba, along with some of the others from differing universes, were working on a device that could open rifts back into their worlds. Surely, if they could build something the legendaries themselves could do, then he might be able to help him find Hilbert.

              N snuck past the others and took the familiar elevator up. He was reluctant to pull the ‘I helped saved your brother that one time’ card, but to be fair, Seto Kaiba had only done Leone Abbachio a favor—not him.

              The upper levels of the building seemed higher than any height he’d traversed with Reshiram. He could’ve sworn he could touch the clouds up here. He stood across the hall—opposite from Kaiba’s office. The brunette security guard glared at him and wandered over to him.

              “I thought Mr. Kaiba designated you to help the attorneys in solving who stole his technology.”

              “Perhaps,” N admitted. “However, I think that request was more so made to Mr. Abbachio, as it was his friend who asked him to help. I’m here for another reason entirely.”

              “If you’re here to cause trouble,” the guard began. “I’ll deal with you here and now.”

              “Is that so?” N asked. He shook his head. “No offense, but I doubt you could. Not that I want to cause trouble. I just want help in finding a friend. I think Seto could help do that.”

              “Mr. Kaiba,” the guard corrected. “And he’s far too busy to help with something so mundane.”

              “Fine,” N said. “I’ll just ask his brother and Karlach. They’re just downstairs.”

              He never knew how to deal with people, but he’d seen Ghetsis argue to get what he wanted. Maybe it was bad to imitate him, but he needed to know where his first real friend was. If he even…

              “Wait,” the guard said with a sigh. “I’ll let Mr. Kaiba know why you’re here.”

              “Thank you,” N said with a nod.

              He sat back and watched as the guard walked into Kaiba’s office. N guessed his meeting was over, otherwise that guard would be fired. He heard him tell Kaiba him how ‘the creepy, soulless-looking kid staring through the doorway is asking for a favor.’ It wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to hearing, but somehow, it did manage to strike a nerve. Ghetsis had called him a freak without a soul. The man who had raised him, made him believe in the dream of a world where Pokémon were free from horrible people, where he could do good turned out to be nothing more than a pathetic, lying human.

              He didn’t even have ‘his’ Pokémon anymore. He freed his team before fighting Hilbert. The only Pokémon he traveled with now was Reshiram, and that’s because Reshiram agreed with him. He hadn’t forced the legendary to go anywhere.

              Kaiba looked up from the papers scattered on his desk and eyed N. He shook his head and gestured for him to sit down in the chair in front of his desk. N did so.

              “What?”

              “My friend Hilbert has been missing for a few months now. I can’t trust the police or other humans. I need to find him, or at least try and save him from where he may unfortunately have been before he went missing. I’ve overheard some of the others talking about how they’re helping you build that multiversal device that manipulates time and space. I need your help to find him.”

              Kaiba laughed in his face. That was to be expected. “And why should I use my resources to help you?”

              “Because I helped you,” N said. “I’m sure Mokuba would agree with me.”

              Kaiba scowled. “You know, using my brother against me didn’t exactly help the last man who tried to do it.”

              “So I’ve heard,” N said. He leaned in. “Look, we’re not exactly too different. The Pokémon that guards you tell stories, and other Pokémon hear them.”

              When Kaiba raised an eyebrow and tried to talk, N raised a hand to stop him. “Don’t blame them. Most people can’t understand what Pokémon are saying, not even Hilbert could. I’m just…different.”

              N leaned back a little. “I’m not good with most humans. The man who raised and manipulated me into becoming a king took advantage of that. For the longest time, the only thing I understood was how cruel humans could be. I did what I thought was right. Hilbert did what he thought was right. We went on different paths, but there was no one I respect more than him. He was my first real friend. I need to find him!”

              N only now realized that he was standing up. He murmured a quick apology and sat back down. Cheren had said he got too impassioned and talked too quickly; he needed to keep that in mind.

              “I’ll ask you a question,” Kaiba said. “If it was between finding your friend and going home, which would you choose?”

              “Him,” N said quickly.

              “That was quick,” Kaiba said with a chuckle. “Well, what would he choose?”

              “Huh?”

              “Would he choose to stay here?” Kaiba asked. “There’s no guarantee this machine would work more than once. So, you two could get stuck here. And if he’s stuck here, with no way to get back, would he be happy here?”

              “Being stuck here is better than being dead!” N blurted out.

              It was quiet for a moment before N spoke up again, allowing himself to bury his face in his hands. “Could you imagine if the one person you cared about, the only person who made you feel like you weren’t a freak, like you weren’t some soulless husk was murdered by the man who manipulated you your whole life? I’ve been looking for Hilbert for so long, but I can’t find him. I think…I think Ghetsis found him first.”

              N looked up at Kaiba and continued. “I can’t just leave him for dead.”

              Kaiba rubbed his temples and sighed. “Look, I make no promises, and most of my team is out today. I’ll consider it, but only because I hate being indebted to anyone.”

              Kaiba got up and picked up his phone, typing something quickly, a message, maybe. “I suppose it’s good you’re here, anyway. I was going to call a meeting—an emergency action plan for those of us who aren’t geezers too set in their ways. We need new ideas, and since most of my team is in a meeting at a library, I thought it would be good to at least get some details from others on the ins and outs of their universes. The more I know, the more likely all of this is to succeed.”

              Although he was trying to downplay it, there was a certain gleam in Kaiba’s eyes. This project was more than altruistic; he had some sort of personal stake in it. As to what, N didn’t know. He wondered if he should be concerned.

              No. Not if it brought Hilbert back.

              Kaiba could take over whatever business he wanted so long as he helped N.

              …

              Since the others were gone, Student Council girl, Sokka, Sasha Waybright, and the new guy, Bow decided to try and make plans with everyone else on how to find the Deathbusters hideout. The other sailor senshi had come around to try and help. Try was the keyword. Ami was disappointed in the lack of studying and kept cracking open math books during the meeting, Minako kept flirting with the other new guy—Yukito—to no effect, Rei yelled at everyone to shut up, causing more mayhem than was already happening, and Makoto seemed lost in thought, staring out the windows.

              And that was just the sailor guardians. Joey was trying to flirt with Minako, but she was oblivious to it. Hunter kept glancing around nervously while Willow and Gus tried to talk to him. Katara was watching over Kakyoin, so she wasn’t even in the room. Okuyasu kept bugging Polnareff and Avdol with questions about Egypt. The only people who were paying attention were Starfire, Zuko, Suki, and Amity.

              Even Arven was out of the loop. Although he’d told everyone he’d moved past losing his parents to their research, he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of loneliness. And it felt like no one cared. Juliana wasn’t here, Nemona was fixated on battling, and Penny was so isolated, it was hard to know whether she was his friend or not.

              This place: the witches, the vampire, and the arsenal of never-ending boogeyman that sprang up out of nowhere creeped him out. And he wasn’t letting anyone or anything hurting Mabosstiff again.

              He got up, stretched, and went into the kitchen. Might as well do some food prep while everyone was being so chaotic. He wasn’t about all the noise. He could make ramen today. It was quick and efficient, although he preferred sandwiches.

              Arven took a few packages of instant noodles Yuichiro bought the other day and placed them on the counter, then swept over to the cabin, and dug out a pot to put on boil. He began chopping up a few veggies to add to the flavor. It was nice to have some quiet time to himself, and cooking kept him busy.

              And that’s when someone decided to walk into the kitchen. Light footsteps patted down the floors. Arven turned and saw Mako glancing at the pot of ramen.

              “Hey, sorry,” Mako said apologetically. “It was getting loud in there. Okuyasu accidentally made one of the whiteboards Sokka was mapping his plans onto disappear when he went to write something. So, now everyone’s fighting.”

              Arven rubbed his temples, starting to hear echoes of shouting down the hallway. “Of course they are.”

              “Nemona said they should have a Pokémon battle to settle it,” Mako said with a slight grin.

              “Of course she did,” Arven said, trying to keep his laughter to himself. “Feel free to stick in here if you want to avoid the drama.”

              “I’ll take you up on that,” Mako said. She paused. “Hey, how’d you get so good at cooking?”

              “Not having parents kind of pushes you to get better at it,” Arven said, his smile faltering.

              “Right…I’m sorry I brought it up,” Mako said. “I know how that is. I lost my parents when I was pretty young.”

              Arven turned to look at her. “Really?”

              Mako nodded. “They died when I was twelve. I didn’t want to go into foster care, so I elected to take care of myself. I get what I need to get by, but it’s hard. I miss them so much.”

              “I’m…I’m not sure if I miss my parents,” Arven murmured. “I barely knew them. They were always wrapped up in their work; they never had time for me. How can you miss someone you never knew?”

              He sighed and shook his head. “I don’t even care about going back home. There’s nothing and no one to go back to. As long as Mabosstiff is here with me, I’m alright.”

              “Surely you have friends, I mean, Nemona always talks highly of you,” Mako said.

              “She does?” Arven questioned.

              Mako nodded. “Yeah! She says that you’ve been through a lot and that you’re still tough, despite it all.”

              Mako walked over to him and started putting the veggies in different bowls. “Furthermore, even though everyone out there is chaotic, I can’t help but think we could all be good friends…if we stop destroying each other’s battle plans.”

              Arven laughed a little. “Maybe so. Who knows? Juliana and I became friends, even if I wasn’t very nice or social when we first met.”

              “A lot of people here weren’t very nice and social when they first got here,” Mako pointed out. She glanced towards the doorway. Slightly visible was Bow and Amity trying to piece together some of Sokka’s missing notes as said boy moped in silence. “But, it doesn’t have to stay that way. People learn to get along, we learn each other’s situations, and we get to know each other just a little better.”

              “Yeah…” Arven’s voice trailed off. “But eventually this has to end, too, ya know?”

              “If you have no vision.”

              They heard Sokka and Joey audibly groan as the translucent image of Kaiba flickered to life from their wristwatches.

              “So much for your feeble notions on friendship,” Kaiba mused.

              “C’mon,” Mako said, rolling her eyes. “We should join the others.”

              Arven nodded and shut off the ramen. He’d call everyone into the kitchen when they finished up with whatever Kaiba wanted to bother them with. When they got there, they saw a drowsy-looking Kakyoin and Katara standing in the corner of the room. At least they were up.

              “What do you want?” Sokka huffed.

              “To talk,” Kaiba said. “I’ve been doing some…research.”

              “And where would you have acquired this ‘research?’” Sokka asked, raising an eyebrow.

              “The library, obviously,” Kaiba answered swiftly. “Are you so feeble-minded that you’ve already forgotten about it?”

              “I don’t buy it,” Sokka said. He crossed his arms, the faintest hint of a smirk on his face. “Unless you had some proof.”

              Kaiba feigned shock. “Are you suggesting I have books on my person? Books we are not allowed to take home? How scandalous. Honestly, that’s more your style, rune-thief.”

              “I told you I borrowed those runes from Gale!”

              “One: he’s never getting them back. Two: I’ve confirmed with one blood-thirsty source that Gale doesn’t like sharing, as I suspected. Three: None of this matters. We both got what we needed from the library; However, I’ve got information you’ll want to hear.”

              “What kind of information?” Mista questioned.

              “The kind that can’t be discussed over a phone call,” Kaiba said. “While a lot of the others are away, I thought it might be fruitful to have a meeting amongst ourselves. What I’ve found…it could change everything.”

              “For better or worse?” Arven asked.

              “Depends on how you look at things.”

              “Why do you have to be so vague, Rich Boy?” Joey asked. “Afraid someone’s hacked into your brilliant technology?”

              Virtual Kaiba glared at him. “At least I’m being cautious. That’s more than I can say for fools like you, Wheeler.”

              Before anyone could argue, Zuko spoke up. “We’ll be there.”

              Kaiba nodded before the call was cut. Sokka shrugged. “So much for ‘goodbye.’”

              “That’s Kaiba,” Joey said.

              “Well, then we better get going,” Bow said. “Don’t wanna be late.”

              “We’ll get there when we get there,” Joey grumbled.

              “Sounds like you should get going,” the vampire man, Astarion’s, voice called from the other room. “We have a meeting of our own to attend to. As soon as it gets dark.”

              That’s right. Mrs. Noceda called a meeting for some of the older people to form ideas on how to progress in this weird situation. Miles’s parents were on board.

              “Mr. Astarion,” Amity spoke up. “I can block out the sun in this room, if you need to come in here.”

              “Thank you, darling,” Astarion half-yelled. “But I’ll be alright in here. Now, off you all go! We’ve got business of our own to attend to.”

              “Alright then,” Amity said. She pointed to the door. “Our friends could be in trouble. Like him or not, Kaiba might have something important to tell us, and I’m not going to pass him up on that. So, let’s go.”

              She said it with such authority, it almost sounded like she was much older than them. There was a grumble among everyone in the room as they got up and headed to the door.

              …

              They got to the library without incident. Although, Miles could’ve sworn they were being watched—probably by multiple unknown phantoms. Two guys stood at the entrance. One was an older guy with longer hair, kind of greasy. He had a detective’s badge hanging loosely from his shirt pocket. A younger man with slicked back brown hair stood beside him. He was more formally dressed than the other guy. Maybe they were on a case.

              “Hey, what are you kids up to?” the older man asked.

              “Oh, we’re having a meeting in the library,” Luz said.

              “’S that so?” the man questioned. “Seems to be a common trend today.”

              They glanced at Luke for guidance on how to proceed. He shook his head. “What are you two doing here today?”

              “We are here to make sure the safety of civilians and those in our community stay safe,” the other man said, almost robotically.

              “Say kid,” the older man interjected. “You look familiar. You an actor or something?”

              “No, but I was a pilot,” Luke said with a smile. “And I’m the one who called for this meeting, Detective Anderson. Connor.”

              “You’re the one who asked Markus and the others to come here today?” the younger man, Connor asked. “For what purpose?”

              “For solutions,” Luke said. “Please, we need to get through, into the library.”

              “Like hell we’re just gonna let you walk in there without some proof,” the detective said with a snort. “You’re going to answer a few of our questions first.”

              Luke sighed. He looked at the two with an intense stare and waved his hand. “We need to get through. You will let us pass.”

              The two stared at him for a moment before parting from the front of the door, allowing them to get inside.

              “What did you just do?” Yugi asked.

              “I used the Force to…persuade them into letting us in,” Luke explained.

              “You manipulated their wills,” Aang said, almost accusingly.

              “That isn’t right,” Yugi agreed.

              “To be fair,” Danny spoke up. “Sometimes I have to possess people to get them out of trouble. I think it’s kind of the same principle here.”

              “Still,” Aang said. “Maybe we could’ve let them ask their questions.”

              “You heard them,” Luke said. “There are people already waiting on us. I can’t let them think they’ve been abandoned or led into some sort of trap.”

              “Fair point,” Virgil said. “Still, let’s not make a habit of it. Messing with peoples’ minds is low.”

              “Agreed,” Yugi and Aang said simultaneously.

              Everyone filed into the library, passing Director Clavell, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The Doctor, Mr. Wright, Tav, Steven, Madoka, Sakura, and Miss Morningstar were already there, chatting at a table. Sakura was the first to notice them—or rather notice Ash and Frisk.

              “Thank goodness you two are here!” Sakura cheered. She glanced around nervously. “They keep using all these scienc-y terms. I can’t keep up.”

              “Hope you’re not expecting us to be able to translate,” Ash said, rubbing the back of his neck.

              Frisk kept quiet. They were usually a quiet kid, but their frown spoke more than a thousand words.

              “I’m beginning to wonder if this is even the right library,” a disgruntled voice murmured in another section of the stacks. The voice paused. He got no response, but he continued. “Yeah, I know Markus said, but what if he’s wrong? …Androids can totally be wrong. That’s why I’ve got Apple products.”

              Miles deftly wondered closer to the voice. In one row of the books stood a boy, probably around his age, if not like a year older. He had curly, brunette hair, wore a t-shirt, blue hoodie, and jeans. There wasn’t anything unremarkable about him other than he was talking to thin air. Miles’s spider senses made him tense up. There was someone else here, maybe someone he couldn’t see.

              Suddenly, the boy whipped his head in Miles’s direction. For a minute, Miles thought he saw the guy’s eyes glowing blue. Miles raised his hands defensively. “What’s up?”

              “Who are you?” the boy asked.

              “Miles Morales. You?”

              The boy studied him for a second and said, “William Kaplan. Are you…going to the meeting, Miles?”

              Miles nodded. “Yeah. So, you got roped into this, too?”

              William nodded. “A friend told me it could be good for me to go to this.”

              “Hey, if we can beat those witches, then, yeah. It’ll be worth our time.”

              William seemed offended by the remark. “Witches aren’t the problem. Those aren’t real witches.”

              “Could be a different type of witch, dimensionally speaking,” Miles said.

              William shook his head. “No, see, I’ve studied witches from different dimensions. They all have pretty recurring and inherently magical abilities. What those people are doing isn’t a regular witches magic.”

              “Sounds like you know your stuff,” Miles said.

              William grinned. “You could say that.” He peered over his Miles’s shoulder. “Oh, um, hello.”

              At this point, Giorno had walked over and looked over William’s shoulder with a sort of disapproving glare. “Hello.”

              To Giorno’s credit, William did look a bit nervous now. But he couldn’t be an enemy. Luke wouldn’t have asked him here if he was, right? Jedi powers should be able to prove that much!

              “Dude, you’ve gotta stop sneaking up on people,” Miles said with a small smile. No reason for things to get tense. “Giorno, this is William. William, this is Giorno.”

              “Buonasera,” Giorno spoke coolly.

              William either didn’t notice or pretended not to notice. “Is—is that Luke Skywalker? I thought I heard Mark Hammill’s voice in that dream! All my friends think Harrison Ford is hotter, but Mark Hammill is just so much better; he’s also super outspoken about his support for the community.”

              He stopped. “I can’t believe you’re working with him. Maybe you can learn how to be a Jedi from him.”

              “I think I’m set for now,” Miles said. “I’ve seen the movies. I don’t want to have to carry around Yoda in a swampy trench all day.”

              “You make a good point, Miles,” William said. “Still, no reason to reject the opportunity if it arises. It could be good for both of you. Especially if you’re so worried…”

              His voice trailed off, and he shook his head. “Never mind.”

              “If you had something to say,” Giorno said, narrowing his eyes at William. “Why don’t you say it?”

              William looked around and leaned in. “Not here. You’re better off not hearing it at all.”

              “Why?” Miles asked.

              “You never know who’s listening,” William said. “Or who’s watching you.”

              “What do you know about us?” Giorno asked, or more-so, demanded.

              “Not any more than what you’ve told me,” William said.

              “Hey William, who’re your new friends there?”

              Three people joined him—all of them looked like they were in high school: two girls and one boy. The boy was shorter than the girls. He wore black clothes that resembled a uniform and a red cloak with a strange symbol on it. He had longer blond hair tied into a ponytail, and he kept one of his hands hidden with a glove. The taller girl wore a bulky grayish-green jacket, jeans, and kept her long blond hair underneath a black ballcap. The last was a girl with shorter, auburn-brown hair. She wore a simple outfit: pink blouse, gray jacket, and jeans. She had a pricey camera hanging from her neck.

              “Hey guys,” William said. “Guys, these two are Miles and Giorno. And these are my group. We’ve been staying at a hotel down the road for the past three weeks.”

              “Wait, you’ve only been here three weeks?” Miles asked.

              Camera girl nodded and shook both their hands. “What’s up? I’m Max. Max Caulfield.”

              “Rose Winters,” the other girl said nonchalantly.

              The other guy was immersed in a book. He didn’t pay them any mind. Max spoke up for him. “And the rude guy is Edward.”

              “Well, excuse me if our ticket home might be riding on me keeping my focus,” Edward said, not tearing his eyes from the book.

              “How long have you guys been stuck here?” Max asked.

              “A few months now,” Miles answered. “And we’ve seen a lot.”

              “Including the witches?” Max asked with a small smirk.

              “They’re not witches!” William argued. “They’re like…genetically designed monsters.”

              Rose scoffed and rolled her eyes.

              William shrank back. “Sorry, Rose.”

              “Alright everyone,” Luke’s voice echoed through his mind. “We need to go to the secret room.”

              Miles rubbed at his ears, the sensation of someone echoing in his mind was unpleasant, even if he was an ally.

              “Why is he so loud?” William complained. “Uncalled for.”

              “Kind of sounded muffled to me,” Rose said.

              “In any case,” the Edward guy said, his tone stiff and annoyed. “We should get going.”

              Keeping his book in his face, he started ahead down the secret passageway.

              “What’s that guy’s deal?” Miles asked.

              “He’s trying to get back to his brother, plus the only other person who came here from his reality is a jerk,” Max explained. “Apparently, there’s something wrong with his brother. So, he wants to get back as soon as possible to fix it.”

              “I understand that,” Miles said.

              And he did. Even when they got home, he’d still need to find a way to help his parents survive. Perhaps he and Edward could help each other.

              …

              Darius Deamonne was no stranger to worry: starting a secret rebellion with Eber and Raine, trying to stop Belos’s Day of Unity, trying to remove coven sigils with Alador (of all people), and now being stuck in a world where his son’s life was on the line was quite a lot. He merely wished they were back in the Boiling Isles and everyone else was—wherever they needed to be.

              They were using a dark room in the Hikawa Shrine to conduct their meeting today. Seems like he wasn’t the only concerned parent in the room. Luz’s mother was there, so were Edalyn, Raine, Lilith, and the ridiculous bird tube. Unfortunately, Alador was also here.

              “Too bad Wyll and Karlach couldn’t be here today,” Astarion mused. He leaned over to Lae’zel and Shadowheart. “You sure you trust those two with your little…egg?”

              “Xan can handle himself in battle,” Lae’zel said. “I’ve taught him self-defense.”

              “And I provided some of the more advanced lessons in being a cleric,” Shadowheart said. She smiled softly. “Besides, it seems Wyll and Karlach are well-suited to parenting.”

              “I only jest,” Astarion said. “It’s almost too saccharine that they would be such good parents.”

              Gale closed the copy of The Good Witch Azura that Luz had lent him. Across the room Eda scowled. Darius was surprised she wasn’t lime-green with jealousy. “We’ll have to tell them what we discuss today.”

              “Where to start,” Stolas commented sardonically. “The vampire? The witches? There are just so many great options.”

              “Bet that vampire guy wouldn’t be a problem if I were around when he tried to do something,” Lucifer chimed in. He crossed his arms. “That’s probably why I’ve never seen him. He’d be ashes in seconds.”

              “With all respect that is due to a devil,” Astarion quipped. “You’re quite the shut-in. Not even Mizora would be afraid of you.”

              “I don’t know who that is,” Lucifer said, straightening his coat. “But I’m sure it’s an insult.”

              Gale gave him a nod.

              “Who cares?” Mrs. Morales demanded. “What we need to be focusing on right now is how to get rid of those guys so our kids can be safe!”

              “Rio is right,” Camila agreed. “And that may mean stepping outside to try and find a way to deal with this vampire guy. He’s after a lot of our babies, including Luz.”

              “Not to mention the witches,” Darius added. “Hunter—our kids are strong—however—these witches keep finding new ways to try and collect these supposed talismans from everyone. And now Kikimora is working with them. She knows Hunter has one, and given old grudges…”

              “Not to mention Terra,” Raine interjected. “She’ll do whatever it takes to get ahead. If these witches are an organization, as they are presenting themselves to be, well, there’s no corporate ladder Terra won’t try to climb.”

              “That’s for sure,” Darius agreed. It was as though there was a heavy boulder in the pit of his stomach now.

              “Seems like your rugrats have thrown rocks at multiple wasps nests,” Astarion remarked. “So, here’s the question: what kind of pest control do we use to solve our problem?”

              “The vampire is allergic to radiation,” Gale said. “Not very shocking for a vampire. And ambition can easily be undone. If there’s anything I should understand, it’s that. Perhaps we can ruin them with their own ambition. Our radiant magic may not be as strong as Dame Aylin’s, but given enough time, we may be able to use the spells I’ve studied combined with some of the runes I’ve been studying through the Boiling Isles history books.”

              “Are you suggesting we trap them like they trapped you?” Raine asked. “I don’t think I like where this is going.”

              “Just hear me out,” Gale said. “I’ve been reading some books on plausible futures. It seems the more power an individual has, the more they place a target on their back.”

              “So what are you suggesting?” Mr. Morales asked, his eyes narrowing upon the wizard of Waterdeep. “That we try and get our kids to show off as some sort of bait? Are you crazy?”

              “Not the children,” Gale said, taken aback. “Gods no! I was talking about us!”

              “That would make a lot more sense,” Alador said. “Although, as I’ve began to notice, our kids have a rebellious streak. They might try to get involved.”

              “Then we don’t let them know we’re doing it,” Mr. Edgeworth spoke up.

              “Yes, well,” Gale continued. “Considering only some of us have a vast quantity of magic, perhaps we should be the ones to put on a display?”

              “But what if one of us…” Shadowheart’s voice trailed off.

              “It’s a risk we’ll have to take,” Eda said. “Look, our kids are in danger, if we can help them, then, well, we should. No matter what the cost.”

              “I agree with the Owl Lady,” the older Peter Parker said with a nod. “Besides, I can distract both the witches and Morlun.”

              “Then all we need is a place big enough to set off a giant, radiant glyph-spell,” Gale said.

              “We can use the stadium,” Champion Leon said. “It should be large enough to make sure we get them all.”

              “Then we can be done with this,” Lae’zel said.

              “Alright,” Gale said. “Miss Clawthorne, I’ve been told you’re great at finding magical ingredients. May inquire your help in this mission?”

              Eda scoffed and shriveled up her nose at the wizard. However, Raine gripped her hand. Darius could overhear them whisper. “Think of Luz and King.”

              “All of this is well and good,” the silver-haired man in the tight clothing said. “But you’re still not thinking about a pertinent issue.”

              “What’s that?” Gale asked.

              “DIO,” the man beside Mr. Tight Clothes said. “If we get rid of all the other monsters, he’ll still be a huge threat to us all. I’m sure, for whatever reason he’s been brought back, that he plans to kill the Joestars and any of their allies.”

              “Actually,” Astarion spoke up. “He fancies himself a god. When we were at that dingy hotel���.”

              “Watch it,” Lucifer warned, his fingertips sparking with little embers.

              “Lovely hotel,” Astarion corrected, straightening his shirt. “He went on about how he’d use whatever power he collected from this universe to reset the timeline. Given that this world seems to run on the souls of the past and passed, how the priest can mess with souls or remove them entirely, and how, as we’ve been discussing, there are plenty of powerful souls here, Brawn and Beauty and his sexy soothsayer are right.”

              “This would’ve been important information months ago!” Lucifer said. “You know, when you were staying at the hotel? Charlie and I could’ve done something!”

              “I’m not so sure,” Astarion said, leaning back against the wall. “You’re powerful, sure. But he’s clever.”

              “And that’s to say I’m not?” there were flames dancing in the devil’s eyes.

              “It’s not a matter of not having intelligence, Darling. I’m sure you’re…capable in that department. However, this man is dangerous. And I worry over the limited amount of scheming I saw. If he’s so sure he can reset everything, if he’s beaten and killed so many, we should at least be weary and emotionally mature on our chances of beating him.”

              “We beat Cazador,” Shadowheart said. “We defeated a Master Vampire once; we can do it again.”

              “Who can stop time,” Astarion said. “We’ve got to be careful, Shadowheart. I’m sure he has no qualms over a few dead children. He doesn’t even care if his son…not really, anyways.”

              “Don’t tell me you’re starting to worry over people other than yourself? Not truly our pale elf?” Gale teased.

              “No one should be controlled, especially not by their own father,” Astarion said. “It was bad enough with a bastard like Cazador.”

              Astarion looked up at everyone. “If he’s willing to hurt his own child just to get what he wants. What do you think he’ll do to yours?”

              There was a quiet amongst the room. The odds were overwhelming, horrifying, and never-ending. Still…

              “I don’t care what it takes,” Darius spoke up, standing from his seat. “I’ll use whatever magic I have to in order to keep my son safe. And you all should, too. What’s one more monster? If their destruction means the safety of our children, then I’ll find whatever I need to make it happen.”

              “It’s going to be hard work,” Avdol said. “It wasn’t even easy to find him when we last tried. I died during the process. There are going to be a lot of risks, perhaps even some casualties.”

              He stood up. “Do not feel pressured to join immediately. But I’m going to start tracking where he may be. We’re going to stop him once and for all this time.”

              It was quiet for a second before Lucifer also stood. “I guess that’s meeting adjourned. We sort of have a plan. And I can help with the stupid, overpowered vampire. Would’ve been nice if someone mentioned him EARLIER!”

              “Well, I didn’t know exactly how evil he was, did I?” Astarion said.

              As the group began to argue amongst itself, Darius sensed someone standing behind him. Much to his annoyance, it was Alador.

              “Yes?”

              “I know you’re stressed over Hunter’s safety. I just wanted to let you know…you’re not alone. I’ve been working on a new design for an abomaton that tracks daimons. I’m trying to make its speed faster so it could be there in mere moments of an attack. Would you like to join me on this project?”

              Darius blinked. Sure, Alador was annoying. However, he had a good heart. And it was nice to see him taking initiative to become better and more involved.

              “I suppose I would be up for this,” Darius said. “But you buy the work snacks.”

              Alador cracked a smile. “Then let’s get to work.”

              …

              Walking into Kaiba’s monster of a building somehow annoyed him more than he already was with all this monster hunting. Not to mention Okuyasu had erased his most recent chapter on possible daimon weaknesses. Zuko and Katara both argued garlic was probably not one of them. Still, he’d worked hard on that list of possibilities.

              As Sokka walked through the lobby towards the elevators, he heard someone call out. “Hey! Where’s Twinkletoes?”

              Toph walked over to them. She was followed by a couple of the kids: Chibiusa, Mokuba, Wally, King, and the Collector.

              “Let me guess?” Sokka mused. “Babysitter left you to another babysitter.”

              “It’s fine,” Toph said. “I’d rather be here learning from Karlach and Wyll. They’re so cool. Although, Wyll blabbers on about sword safety way too much.”

              “It’s pertinent!” Bow objected.

              “Just don’t go too crazy, Toph,” Katara said. “You don’t want to end up hurting yourself.”

              Toph scoffed. “Yes, Mom.”

              “Take the elevator to the top,” Mokuba instructed. “Big brother will be waiting for you there.”

              “Thank you, Mokuba,” Katara said with a smile.

              “No problem!”

              The group followed his instructions and took the elevator. Almost the entire floor was an office space dedicated to one person: Kaiba. Some people were already there: Connie, Gwen, Gladion, Via, Raven, Koichi, Mami, and Pav.

              Pav waved and smiled at them. “Hi guys!”

              Kaiba eyed them. Sokka felt like sticking out his tongue, but Katara would probably rattle on about immaturity. “Take a seat.”

              There were numerous chairs. Suki grinned and pulled him along to the front with her. She whispered in his ear. “Let’s see how great this intel really is.”

              Sokka nodded. “It’s probably nothing important.”

              Kaiba walked up to the front and clicked something on his watch. A large building appeared on the screen next to him. There colorful, prismatic pictures in place of windows in the building. Kaiba gestured to the building. “I was reading the history of Eudial in the library this weekend. Apparently, this is where it all ends with her, and there’s several ways it can play out.”

              Okay, this was decent information.

              “It was a little vague on the location,” Kaiba said. “Until it mentioned one of the stain glass windows depicted the Mother Mary in an entire purple hue. So, I did my research. There was an abandoned church an American minister abandoned—something about tax fraud and secret occultism. More to the point, I finally found it!”

              “So, what do we do with this?” Via asked.

              “Yeah,” Joey interjected. “Just because we have the place, doesn’t mean we got a plan.”

              “I was getting to that. If you just paid attention for longer than a millisecond, I wouldn’t have to constantly keep pausing just so you can catch up.”

              Joey grumbled something, but Sokka couldn’t hear him. Sokka decided to speak up. “Okay then, what’s your brilliant plan?”

              “There’s a multitude of options,” Kaiba droned on. “We could just destroy the church. There can’t be a cataclysm if the event has nowhere to take place.”

              “Logical fallacy,” Gwen interjected. “Just because a place a tragedy occurs is destroyed, doesn’t mean the event won’t happen. We tried to stop Spot by getting ahead of him, but he ended up gaining powers from our attempts to counter him.”

              “Plan B, then,” Kaiba said. “We figure out who holds a talisman and hide them until necessary precautions are taken and the threat is eliminated.”

              Sokka shook his head. “There’s no way for us to tell without the witches attacking first. And from what Giorno told us, that Pucci guy isn’t going to help us out again unless Giorno joins his dad. And that’s a no-go. Besides, holding a bunch of people hostage in the same place isn’t healthy or a good idea. Even if you had the best technology in the world, they always seem to have something better, something that can help them locate and get to pure hearts. So, it’d be really convenient for them to have them all in the same place. Besides, hiding out while everyone else is fighting monsters is reductive. Everyone else might now have enough man-power to beat whatever it is that’s going to happen in the future.”

              Kaiba after a few moments of silence sighed. “What do you suggest?”

              “Training,” Sokka said. “If you’ve got a specific date this is going to happen, then we’ll need that, too.”

              “Training? Really? That’s your answer?” Kaiba questioned.

              “Just tell me when this is supposed to happen,” Sokka said.

              “Two weeks from now.”

              “Two weeks?! Can’t you read through your stolen books faster?” Sokka asked. “This would’ve been valuable information earlier!”

              “It…was the last book in the pile,” Kaiba said. “Out of the ones I just recently borrowed.”

              “How many books have you taken from the library?” Katara asked. “We were supposed to keep them there!”

              “Like your brother is any better than me,” Kaiba said. “Although, it’s foolish to not see the value in the information. We needed them.”

              “You’re hypocrites!” Katara argued. She turned to Sokka. “What happened to Mr. Stealing is Bad?”

              “I needed to know how to protect everyone,” Sokka said lamely. “And I found out how Gale does his magic. I helped everyone in the woods. Also, I’m on a breakthrough of finding their weaknesses; I know it!”

              “I just thought you would’ve learned something from the lost library,” Katara shot back. She glared at both him and Kaiba. “You should return those books as soon as possible.”

              “These books are safe here,” Kaiba said. He picked a book from the pile and handed it to her. “This book is on us. Everyone in this room has a chapter or two dedicated to them. Your entry is pretty vast, Katara. By the way, bloodbending seems fascinating.”

              That was the worst thing he could’ve said. They all heard the slap before they saw Katara’s hand make contact with Kaiba’s face. Her nostrils flared before she spoke up again. “Don’t you ever bring that up with anyone else. Ever. You have no idea what you’re meddling in. If you really are as smart as you claim to be, you’ll take that book back to the library and forget anything you learned.”

              Zuko got up and crossed his arms. “You two need to listen to her. I’m going to go talk to her.”

              With that, the firelord left, leaving an awkward silence in the room. No one dared to say a word. Even Kaiba seemed to be lost as to what to say.

With that, she stormed out. Kaiba rubbed his face and shook his head. “No wonder you won your war.”

              “She can get scarier,” Sokka said. “Seriously, never bring that up again. That was really stupid.”

              Kaiba seemed stunned still. He cleared his throat and straightened his jacket. “Noted. Perhaps…she has a point about the books. However, I don’t trust that library. If a faux evil villain can just access those books without so much as a second glance, then, who else can? And there’s stuff in here about my brother—about all of us.”

              “I get where you’re coming from,” Sokka said sympathetically. “I want to protect my family, too. But, honestly, there’s just so much derision right now.”

              “If you two would just listen to Katara like Zuko said,” Suki interjected. “You know, maybe we wouldn’t get into these petty arguments. That means no incessant picking, no looking through other people’s business, and no general hostility. It’s like I told you in the very beginning, Sokka. You’ve gotta use your opponent’s strength against them. And right now, their hugest strength is their unity. That’s something we don’t necessarily have.”

              She turned to Kaiba. “We probably need to try this again, and next time, you better not insult my best friend, otherwise, you’ll be getting worse than slapped.”

              Kaiba sighed. “That all sounds like something Yugi would try to sell me on.”

              “Have you ever considered he might be right?” Ami asked. “No matter how smart you think you are, you can only improve when you get to know others and try to understand where they’re coming from. If we’re going to be a team, we need to build trust and comradery.” She smiled. “We could all be friends. This isn’t a fight we need to face individually or alone.”

              Kaiba simply nodded.

              …

              As Ash and Sakura chatted amongst themselves, Frisk was internally panicking. Huge chunks of their memory were missing. This timeline had more people than last time. Who was this new William guy? He wasn’t in the last timeline. And why were there so many timelines? Who had been resetting them?

              They couldn’t touch this timeline. They’d tried to rewind things several times, and nothing had come of it. It scared them—not knowing what was coming, going, or how they could change it.

              To add onto all this worry, Frisk had a vague idea that something bad was coming up soon. If only they could remember what.

              Luke’s voice snapped them out of their introspection. “You may be wondering why I’ve gathered you all here today.”

              “Concerned, wondering, it’s all the same, really,” Miles said.

              “Hear me out,” Luke said. “I gathered everyone here with a purpose. The spirits who sent me here told me that there were distinct champions from every universe who would need to defeat an evil set in stone. With every reset, it’s been getting stronger; that’s why more people have been revived and thrown into this situation. These layered timelines can’t take much more stress. I’ve been told this is probably our last chance to get it right. However, the reason why I’ve summoned you all specifically is rather…important.”

              “Let me guess,” Jotaro said. “We get to play champion for a bunch of ‘spirits’ who can’t be bothered to help us out.”

              “Spirits generally can’t interact with the human world,” Aang explained. “If they do, it makes them vulnerable. We almost lost the moon once because Tui was murdered in their physical form by Admiral Zhao. I can’t say I blame them for not wanting to add more stress onto us.”

              “I know it’s a heavy burden,” Luke said. “But I think we’re this nexus’s last hope. If we don’t fix things this time, everything could end. They chose us for a reason. And…unfortunately…I think we’re the only ones who can do it.”

              “Well, this all sounds like a bunch of fate and destiny fairytales,” the Doctor interjected. “It’s all well and good for a story that follows the Hero’s Journey, but it’s a bit loony and ungrounded.”

              “You have to believe me,” Luke said. “I know it may seem farfetched, but I was told the only way we win this is by all of us uniting at the end.”

              “And how do we do that?” Edward asked. “I’m on long-coat’s side here. There’s absolutely no scientific evidence for any of this.”

              Voices began to talk amongst one another. The sound was becoming almost overwhelming. Frisk covered their ears to try and block out some of the noise. That’s when a man they’d never seen before stooped down in front of them. Generally, Frisk didn’t like other human adults. Most of them were…cruel.

              He had dark hair, wore an expensive suit, and was super huge. “Are you alright?”

              Frisk shook their head. Another man came up to them. He was just as huge, wore a tan coat, white t-shirt, and jeans, but he had blonde hair. Great. There were more of them.

              “Maybe we can get you out of here,” Sakura suggested.

              “I don’t see how a child should be involved in this, Bruce,” the blonde man said.

              “I don’t either, Steve.” The dark-haired man sighed. “Dick is here, too, as I suspected. He and Virgil are keeping a distance, for the same purpose, I guess.”

              “If this resistance is made up of children, it’s probably for the best we’re here,” Steve countered. He smiled at Frisk. “Don’t worry, kid. We’ve got your back.”

              “We won’t let anything bad happen to anyone here,” Bruce agreed.

              “What are you guys?” Ash asked.

              “Just people looking out for the future,” Steve said. “You can trust us.”

              “Everyone,” a voice just in front of them called out. It was another man. He had bright, blue eyes, wore a sort of cream, oversized coat, and gray clothes. “My name is Markus. I know how scary all of this sounds. Some of you are very young, just beginning to find out what you want to do. Everything is on the line, and that’s scary. But I promise you, if we work together, we can prevent casualties. We can protect our loved ones, the places and things we care about. This isn’t a time for fear. No, this is a time for unity. And I look forward to being able to work with you. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep the family I’ve found safe; you can, too. Being chosen, being unordinary, being special doesn’t have to be bad. We’ve just got to fight for a better future.”

              “Guy is pretty good at inspiration, isn’t he?” Steve asked.

              Bruce nodded. “There’s something…uncanny about him.”

              “I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Steve said.

              “I think you’re right. I probably will,” Bruce said.

              …

              Chosen ones. It was so cliché, it was funny. To Giorno, it was just one more problem. Not to mention Miles had wondered off somewhere with Luz and Usagi.

              And now that William kid was standing in front of him with the strange, murder-encouraging ghost hovering over his shoulder. She wasn’t a stand. Just a regular person. She looked like she could be an evil version of the Owl Lady. Most of the other ‘chosen ones’ had elected to leave, having gotten all the information they needed. Luz and Miles had wanted to stay behind to see if they could find anything else that could help them.

              “Look, Giorno,” William began. “I’m not trying to start anything, and I think you can see Agatha.”

              “And hear her,” Giorno said. “Is she going to stop suggesting you murder all of us?”

              The witch, Agatha grinned. “All I’m saying is he could really get a power-boost from some of you. Especially you, kiddo.”

              “Agatha,” William muttered, almost in warning.

              “So…how’d you end up with a murder ghost?” Giorno asked.

              “You’re strangely calm about this.”

              “I can kick your ass if you try anything,” Giorno said with a shrug.

              “Feisty,” Agatha said, imitating a cat for emphasis.

              “You can’t get rid of her?”

              “He could,” Agatha said. “But Little Billy would miss me.”

              Billy? Probably a nickname. Probably. Not the right detail to be focusing on.

              “Ahem.”

              The two turned to see two men. One had silver hair pulled into a ponytail. He wore a suit and flats. The other was a man in white button-up shirt, red-striped vest, slacks, and nice shoes. He wore glasses and a wide smile. Something about that smile was…distressing.

              “Hello!” the man with silver-hair said. “You must be Giorno Giovanna, correct?”

              “Ignored, rude,” Agatha said.

              “That depends; who the hell are you?” Giorno asked.

              “I’m a friend, I assure you,” the man said. He was holding something. Giorno preemptively summoned G.E. The man drew out a book. “This is a list of names. The names are of people who possess talismans. Perhaps there are even methods of keeping them safe. It could be of real value to you.”

              The man looked pointedly to Miles who was laughing with Usagi at something Luz had said. No. No. No. No. Not him. On top of everything else?!

              “I can give you this book,” the man said. “We can shake on it and make it happen.”

              He held out his hand and so did the other man who had been strangely quiet this whole time. Wait. A handshake. That’s how he…

              “Which one of you is Alastor?” Giorno asked.

              “And I was so confident you’d be desperate enough to ignore that,” the man in the vest spoke up. Yep. Definitely Alastor. “Still, it doesn’t really matter if you know who I am. More so that what’s in this book is true. After all, we got it from this library. And if my understanding is correct, everything recorded here has already happen. He has a real chance of dying, you know? It’d be a shame if you’d known there was something you could’ve done to prevent it.”

              “And who are you?” Giorno asked the other man, trying not to lose his composure. He had to keep collected.

              “My name is Vlad. That’s all you need to know about me.”

              “Why are you helping Alastor?” Giorno asked.

              “Because I wanted to see how these deals work,” Vlad said. “If this one is successful, perhaps I can make my own with young Daniel.”

              “Danny? What’s he got to do with this?”

              “Oh, it’s nothing that concerns you,” Vlad said. He waved the book in front of Giorno’s face. “So, what do you say? Are you just going to let this opportunity pass you by?”

              He held a small purple fire in one hand and dangled the book in the other. “This could be your only way to save your friend.”

              “Don’t take his deal,” William warned. “It’s true that book contains a lot of important information, but there’s one thing he hasn’t accounted for.”

              “Oh? And what’s that?” Vlad asked smugly.

              “I’ve never been in a single one of these timelines before. You’ve got next to no information on me.”

              Vlad’s hand was able to move two inches closer to the flame before he froze entirely. Giorno looked over at William. His eyes were glowing a bright blue. In one swift jerk, he flung both Alastor and Vlad in opposite directions, while pulling the book into his own hand.

              “Hey, Danny!” William called out. “I think this guy’s your friend!”

              Danny glanced up from his conversation with Aang and Yugi. He caught eye of Vlad and clenched his fists. “You!”

              “What?” Vlad questioned with a smirk. “Not hiding your true identity here, Daniel? You’ve gotten sloppy!”

              “You’re the one who’s sloppy, if you think you’re getting away!”

              Vlad grinned, morphed into some sort of grandiose, green-skinned, vampire-looking, cape-wearing phantom and flew through the library. Danny did the same and went in the same direction. Giorno looked at Alastor. “A bit dramatic, even for you, isn’t he?”

              “I suppose you win this time,” Alastor said. He leaned in. “Giorno. You need to read his chapter. Read the possibilities. You need to understand how your choices will affect everyone.”

              “He just wants you to read so you think you’ll have to take his deal,” William said.

              “A mind reader?” Alastor raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you are, isn’t it?”

              Before he could ask anything else, a straight shot of purple energy jolted him across the room, making him resume his true form. Agatha smirked. “Hey, I’ve still got some of my purple. Hey, scrawny prick, I know you can hear me. Leave the boy alone. I’ve got claim over haunting him for the rest of his life first.”

              Alastor looked from her to the rest of the room. “Remember what I’ve told you, Giorno. You’ve still got time to change things.”

              “He’s not selling you his soul!” Miles said, rushing over to where they were. “Now, you can either leave, or I’ll fight you. But if you choose the latter, you’re gonna lose.”

              Alastor shook his head. “How adorable.”

              With that, he faded into the shadows and probably out of the library.

              “What an asshole,” Miles murmured.

              Jotaro and Josuke walked over to them. Jotaro was the first to speak up. “You alright, kid?”

              “I’m only two years younger than you,” Giorno objected.

              “Question still stands.”

              “I’m fine. Don’t worry, I’m not making any deals with Alastor…or others…if that’s what you’re worried about,” Giorno assured him. Or none that he would admit to now.

              However, what concerned him most was Alastor wasn’t even upset over losing the book. He wanted Giorno to have that book. Why? How many ways could he lose the person he cared about most? He felt tempted to open the book now.

              William put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t. I’ll check over it tonight for curses. We can go over it together.”

              “What are you?” Giorno questioned.

              “I’m a witch,” William said.

              “Pretty sure you’re like the tenth witch we’ve met,” Josuke said. “So, does every witch have different…witch abilities?”

              “I can see he’s the brain trust,” Agatha commented.

              “We can hear you,” Jotaro said.

              Williams stepped in quickly. “Let’s not say anything untoward. Let’s just cool it. Alright?”

              “I didn’t say anything,” Jotaro said.

              “Your thoughts said everything,” William said. “Please, I’m begging you, for your own sake, keep your snarky remarks to yourself.”

              “You’re not going to let Little Billy censor you, are you?” Agatha pressed.

              “Shut up,” William said with a shoosh.

              “Did you just shoosh me?”

              “I did because you’re trying to start something!”

              “Me? I’d never!”

              “Giorno,” Miles spoke up. “Are you okay? Did Alastor do anything?”

              Giorno shook his head. “No. I’m fine. Trust me, Miles.”

              “Well, that’s good,” Josuke said. “I’d knock him down for you, great-grand uncle.”

              “Our family tree is fucked,” Jotaro muttered, with a small grin.

              “Hah!” Josuke laughed. “I got you to smile.”

              As they droned on, the temptation to open the book was overwhelming. No. He knew William was right in this case. It could be full of traps or tricks, especially considering the source. He needed to wait. For now.

              Luz and Usagi had rejoined Miles; Luz started a conversation with William. They began to prattle on about their individual experiences with being witches. Usagi and Miles started their own conversation; the two of them were in danger. Both had pure hearts that no doubt Eudial would try to steal. He had to figure out when and how. There had to be a way to prevent it. He wouldn’t allow either of them to become fodder for some grand scheme.

              …

              Joseph watched from one of the balconies. Chris Redfield was worried about the Rose Winters kid. Apparently, she was some sort of biological weapon for the government he’d been taking care of. As he put it, “I failed to save her father, but maybe I can make sure she stays safe.”

              It seemed more to Joseph that the government just wanted to control her. While the Speedwagon Foundation kept tabs on stand users, removing them from their mothers, putting them though military training was just…abysmal. The girl couldn’t be any older than sixteen. Leon S. Kennedy, if he had any thoughts about the situation, kept them to himself. The three had been called by a mysterious voice to hear some message on being ‘chosen ones.’ If he were forty years younger, he would’ve loved the adventure. Now? Not so much. Adventures like this came with a cost. There was always a cost.

              To top it all off, the kid that was supposed to ruin the multiverse now seemed pretty close with his grandson and Dio’s kid. But at least he knew where Jotaro was now. He appeared safe but looks could be deceiving. Did Jotaro know he was in the company of a DIO/Grandfather Jonathan hybrid? Was it fair for him to have judged this Giorno Giovanna so quickly? He was so bent on stopping DIO again, and he feared Miguel may have used that as ammunition to fuel his own agenda.

              Speaking of, a lot of cracks were beginning to appear in Miguel’s story. If Miles were so dangerous, why hadn’t he instantly joined DIO after that night? Was this child truly destined to end the multiverse? No. There had to be more to the story, especially if Jotaro had aligned himself with him. If nothing else, his grandson was a great judge of character.

              Joseph ran his fleshy fingers through his hair. Too many questions; too little time. They were running out of time to save those who could be saved, and he needed to decide.

              Would he help Miguel? Or would he help Miles?

[azsazz]

CC3 Anon

spoilers under cut

Hiii it’s CC anon. THANK GOD YOU RESPONDED NO ONE ELSE I KNOW IS READING THIS BOOK 😭

I finished CC3 last night and yeah. I enjoyed the pacing at the beginning of this book more than the first two books because we’re already in the thick of the climax and don’t have to build up suspense again but omg it dragged in the middle.

I did not care for Ithan at all I’m sorry. And yes he hasn’t been a pro sun all player in YEARS idk why she keeps bringing it up. I think someone stumbled and he caught her and Sarah went “his sunball reflexes” HES A WOLF HE WAS ALWAYS GOING TO HAVE QUICK REFLEXES. Had him running up and down to resurrect Sigrid and in the end it DIDNT EVEN MATTER.

Lmaoooo Ithan mostly acted ago appropriate if I think about it. He's like 20 I'm assuming since he's around college age. He's def not my favorite character either tbh. Love how everything fell into his lap tho. Literally anytime he was mentioned so was snuball it was so fucking dumb.

I know you like Tharion but can he do anything right omg. Ithan carried him with the Viper Queen. Sathia carried him in front of the Ocean Queen 😭 I WAS SO PISSED ABOUT THE ANTIDOTES OMG and then Ithan went and did the same. I see why they are best friends like wow stupid really follows stupid.

LMAO I love Tharion, yes he'd definitely dumb and needs to make better decisions but I liked how witty he was in the first book. He really needs to stop with the whole woe is me act tho. omg the antidotes shit don't even get me started. half of the stuff that she wrote for the book didn't even matter in the end. like, we could've cut this damn book down 300 pages tbh, nothing would've been missed because nothing made sense even.

I don’t hate Bryce. She did annoy me though. I hated when Aelin wouldn’t tell people about her plans and could not stand it from Bryce here. Her yelling at Hunt about having to face the consequences of their actions. I’m like dude you went to another world and came back powered up. Hunt stayed and was tortured brutally like what? I know why she doesn’t want him to have guilt about it but it’s his 3rd time going through this and failing. And now he has more to lose. Of course he would be feeling a type of way.

I do not like her at all lol. The whole not telling people plans things pissed me off because her loud mouth is not like that. AND THEN SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TELL HUNT "OH YOU DONT EVEN WANT TO BE HERE" girl maybe if you told someone the fuckin plan they would feel a bit more confident about going through with it for fucks sake. she's a mean girl and i can't stand her and i don't think she's funny at all she is so cringe to me haha. HUNT HAS ALREADY TRIED GOING AGAINST THE ASTERI AND HE WAS TORTURED FOR 200 YEARS?! Then he gets freed and has to do it all over again?! Like, why are we yelling at this man? of course he's weary.

I’m not the biggest fan of her swagger at times. Like sometimes we don’t need the quippy (read: unfunny) one liners :/

LITERALLY

The STAKES???? Bryce should’ve stayed dead! It would have been a lot more impactful. Even the torturing scenes kind of didn’t hit as much after the fact cause everyone can just regrow their limbs and be fine. No one had a single nightmare about what happened to them? I thought we would see something like that beyond “a glimmer of darkness in his eyes” idk :/

The entire "someone dying only to be brought to life on the next page" has definitely fucking worn off now but sjm apparently can't see that. she created a world with 50+ characters only to not use half of them when it matters. so stupid. Also, i don't remember them being able to regrow limbs tbh.

Maybe the book would’ve been too long but I was genuinely shocked we didn’t get more scenes of anyone on the actual battlefield. We were mostly in the palace after Bryce and Hunt teleported, and then the moment with Lidia and the sprites. But maybe the book would’ve been too toooo long idk.

Yeah there really was only like 60 pages of the end scene. but as soon as i saw the word space i actually almost DNFd it because what the actual fuck was that.

I will say I really like how the male friendships are genuine. I honestly can’t tell you that Bryce, Fury, and June are friends LMAO. (I’m exaggerating but I do kinda agree with this) .

Yeah, i love Ruhn, dec, and flynn's relationship. i think sjm tries to be like "oh yeah girl power, strong fmc's" but there's no women in the books? and they all don't like each other? like danika, bryce, fury, and juniper seemed like mean girls? girls that didn't give a fuck about anyone else? idk. the way that the men to women ratio in her books is very interesting to me. and the fack that EVERY man that comes across bryce thinks she's the most gorgeous girl to have ever lived...fuck off with that logic.

My girl Jesiba :////// She was my favorite for sure. I'm indifferent about her lol. Her entire storyline i feel was just made up like two months ago so she could connect to the other series lol

I do agree with what you said about Bryce (I legit almost wrote Aelin LMFAO) . I was not expecting her to just say no rulers for the Fae at all. But I guess a Senate would be more democratic.

SO STUPID. The Senate (starwars)

Im sure there will be a fourth book but I am so uninterested in Tharion and Ariadne like who caresssssssss. If Im interested in Ithan, it’s because I want to see more Perry. I wonder how connected this world and ACOTAR will remain.

I honestly hope it ends at 4 books. I think that would be a perfect ending because there's four houses. no need for more im already sick of it. yeah i liked perry too. i hope they're no longer connected lol.

Ruhn and Lidia :) but HE LEGIT SHOT HER?? I know she was acting irrationally because of her sons and he wanted to make sure she didn’t get herself killed but then he shot her. Like okay 😭. I think my favorite couples are Bryce’s parents and Lidia and Ruhn. Ruhn just seems so hot 😭.

Ruhn is a winner for sure for sure.

I’m writing too much and I’m scared this app will just shut down so I’ll quit here. I still think the first book is the worst one in this series. But I had fun with this one (despite my hang ups) and I’m glad it’s over (for now :/).

THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT!!!

THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT TOO!

CC anon!! I went to goodreads to read reviews of the book and I genuinely cannot believe how many 5 star ratings this book got. I mean, I can and can’t believe it. Atp anything Sarah puts out will average at least a 4 star rating on there and sell a crap ton.

I think people just give her that rating because she's popular, not because they read lol. oh yeah, why do you think she released 5 different bonus chapters. talk about a greedy cash grab. that mentality kinda makes me sick im not even going to lie.

I was reading through the 2-star reviews and someone mentioned their shock at how quickly Ruhn and Lidia resolved their issues which I totally agree with. She said she hated him and would never forgive him for what he did, and she was right! I know why Ruhn did it, but I genuinely still cannot believe he actually shot her, even if she was gonna be okay. That’s a terrible time to be worrying about a wound like that when you want to be at full strength to fight for your children.

Yeah half of the plot lines felt stupid? like what? he couldn't have stopped her any other way...really? i feel like she did not think this book through as well as she thought she did tbh. seems to be her thing these days.

(Even when Hunt said he hated Bryce for stopping him from killing Celestina, I was like Oh!)

OMG THAT WAS ACTUALLY WILD. YEAH OKAY. I TOTALLY BELIEVE THEY'RE MATES.

The reviewer said Sarah should have left their relationship on the rocks so we could get Ruhn groveling in the fourth book, and I can’t get that idea out of my head. ESPECIALLY with their bonus scene. Idk if you’ve read it but I was like ??? I like them as a couple and I like their story, but it did seem like it was all patched up insanely quickly. Like if you shot me then the very LEAST you could do is get my kids to safety. That alone would not necessarily make me forgive you.

I didn't read their bonus chapter but i can't believe they moved in with each other literally after like two days of knowing each other in real life. bro, you just found out she has two kids? you don't know the woman at all lol. no, everyone has to have a happy ending by the last page of the book or else. lol. no suspense.

[armando-triplepapito]

Seeing your posts about the first episodes and everyone was so mean to Betty since always, and that’s only taking into account the instances where she actually heard or saw people treating her horribly or calling her ugly and whatnot, but they were even worse behind her back (Mario and even Armando lbr especially at the early stages of their affair) and when Armando dresses as a drag queen and Betty takes him to her house to help him get rid of the make up and stuff just as he is leaving he asks her if it’s really that horrible to work at Ecomoda. Dude, do you really need to ask that? 😪 At least, he has time to reflect later because when they want Betty to help them get out of debt by keeping the embargo, Armando says that if she doesn’t want to help them it won’t be because of the things that were said to her during the board meeting, but because of the things that were said to her repeatedly before that and during her whole time working there (All the things Daniel said to Betty when she had her first makeover? He’s gross). The Human Resources department at Ecomoda was simply nonexistent.

If María Beatriz que was not a Valencia, they would treat her just as bad as they did with El Cuartel tbh

Thank you for your gifs, your blog is awesome 😎

Yea it’s rough to see how everyone treats Betty and like how you said they’re even worse when they talk behind her back. They even call her names right after she saves their skin! Calling her Murciélago 🦇 de la Guarda and whatnot. Like bruh she’s doing all she can to help you guys yet y’all can’t compliment her without an insult?! Seriously! They’re dickheads! And the worst part is that Betty probably hears them all the time yet pretends she doesn’t cause let’s not forget the walls are thin in Ecomoda 🫠. (Okay side note- there’s this scene where Armando and Mario are trash talking about her and she trips into the office, I feel like she heard them but of course used her “clumsiness” to brush over the situation if that makes sense? Definitely gonna talk about that later in a post once I rewatch the scene). Anyways when I’m reminded of Armando asking Betty if it’s that horrible to work for him it seriously makes me laugh! That’s not something he should be asking! He KNOWS he’s awful 😀 I think Betty only tells him that Don Hermes heard him yelling at her on the day she made him a business proposal (or something like that, tbh when they talk stuff about the company everything goes over my head) what she should’ve mentioned is that Don Hermes heard him yelling at her on the day he FIRED HER!! Bro that scene made me soo mad! The way Armando didn’t even wanna listen to her, insulting her basically saying that if he has to have a useless secretary might as well only keep Patricia like ugh you dumbass!! How dare you!! I kinda have wished she didn’t made that business proposal for him cause he didn’t deserve it! And the worst part is that right after he told Betty to go take a lunch break he basically tells Mario he did notice that Betty was limping but he just didn’t cared! Ugh!! Idk how Betty was able to handle all that abuse! F Armando man! Betty shouldn’t had helped them not because of what was said to her during the board meeting but ALSO because of what they did and said to her before, during her time in Ecomoda! For sure Betty is stronger than me, I would’ve been so petty😮‍💨 honestly I kinda liked how Armando read Betty’s diary, he deserved to know exactly how Betty felt during her stay in Ecomoda. I loved how he felt her pain through those pages☺️ tho I wished Betty had reminded him how he fired her😒

Don’t even remind me of Daniel during Betty’s first makeover! He was such an asshole for no reason! My poor Betty 🤧 trying to defend herself😭 and now that I think about it, it was brave of her to stand up to him while she was basically cornered cause let’s not forget he attacked her while they were alone who knows what could’ve happened if Armando didn’t appear 😰. I have to admit Armando was such a sweetheart in this episode 🥹 the way he defended her not only from Daniel but from Marcela and Patricia those bitches so kudos for him but not many cause he was still trash talking behind her back with Mario😠

Seriously! Hr was definitely nonexistent in Ecomoda! The way the executives got away with everything is crazy! How Mario played with Patricia and Aura Maria, Hugo’s insults towards the Cuartel especially towards Betty, the way Marcela tried firing Betty and how she probably fired a lot of models (probably without good reasons other than they slept with Armando). There was just so much mistreatments from the executives it’s insane! And the worst part is they never apologize not even Armando who’s the least bad one from them all. He should at least apologize after yelling at the workers 💀. Omgosh that reminds me! Okay sorry for going off track but I’m remembering that time when Armando pulled Patricia’s hair!! That was so insane of him! So scary!! Patricia is an awful person but she did not deserve to get her hair pulled by her boss!! Armando should’ve definitely been arrested there!😰 from what I understand the Cuartel had worked in Ecomoda for years, idk how they handled working in such a toxic environment 😬 but then again Don Roberto was the president so things were way different, I hope😶

Omg if Maria Beatriz was not a Valencia she would’ve been treated even worse than the Cuartel! The Cuartel were treated bad because of their appearance and Patricia was treated bad cause she’s an airhead. Maria Beatriz was not only ugly but also an airhead! Everyone would’ve eaten her alive! She’s lucky that she was born a Valencia but even still I feel like everyone pushes her to the sidelines. I feel like her family and the Mendozas try to forget she even exists💀

Hehe thanks for the kind words🙈❤️ I’ll try to make more gifs but tbh I’m kinda in a hiatus on my rewatch cause it’s kinda hard to see Betty being mistreated by everyone. Everyone is so cruel to her and I’m only 10 episodes in! Just thinking about what’s to come breaks my heart😭 but Ik it’s worth it I just need more time to mentally prepare myself. Also I’m thinking of making some fanart! Idk how to draw but if I can’t do fanfics might as well do some fanart! So watch out for them😜 and hey you never know! Maybe my fanart can inspire talented artist to make some of their own for the fandom 🤭🤪 anyways thanks for messaging me! I always have fun when I have someone to talk to about ysblf 🥰 tho I apologize for taking so long to reply😭

Don’t hate me! I love ya 😚❤️

[staygoldwriting]

💘 As You Wish Part 2 (tagged version)

Hoping it works this time!! Part one is on my masterlist ❤️

Word count: ~1.2k

Warnings: fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers potential

A/N: this is my fourth try 🥲 I’m making it basic with no links or gifs, so I hope this works!! Please show love and support—I really want you guys to see this!! ❤️✨

-💘-

Eddie turned to you and smiled softly. You bumped his side, smiling and blushing softly.

“I miss this,” you whispered.

“I do too,” Eddie smiled. “Why’d you have to go get an education, huh? You should’ve been a flunkee like me.”

“You’re not a flunkee, Eddie, you’re a high school graduate! And you’re the lucky one, Wayne’ll be happy with whatever you do so long as you’re happy,” you said, plopping on the bed. Eddie’s face was concerned as he sat down gently next to you.

“Well, aren’t your parents proud of you?”

“Not exactly. I can’t ever really be perfect enough for them. That’s why I’m not coming home for Thanksgiving, by the way. They want me to go to this seminar I’m not even interested in.”

“So, why listen to them? Skip it if you really want to,” Eddie shrugged.

“I can’t just do that, Eddie,” you sighed.

“Listen, I’ll support you either way, but you really can just do that if you want. If it’s not important to your major or the future you want to make for yourself, then tell your parents you don’t want to go.”

“It’s not that easy for me, Eddie. They don’t consider things based on how they work for me, they base it on whether or not it’ll be good for the future they’ve constructed for me.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie said, pulling you into his side and rubbing your arm. “You know, for all the pressure your parents put on you, I think your actual self is pretty great. Not to get all Billy Joel on you, but I like you just the way you are.” Eddie looked at you and smiled softly.

“I wish more people thought that,” you sighed. “But thank you, Eddie, I often need to hear that,” you weakly smiled.

You looked deeply into Eddie’s eyes. You could see the care he had for you in them, that he really meant what he said. Eddie was the only person who would take you as you are, no edits needed. You both thought the other was one of the coolest people imaginable, and there was never a squashed dream between you two. In your minds, you were a writer and he was a rockstar, able to wake up everyday and do what you love, even if it didn’t pay the best money or wasn’t as reliable as other jobs.

Everyone has ways of covering themselves in order to fit in. Opinions are kept quiet, clothing is styled with more neutrals, music is played lower or switched all together, and it seemed endless at times, inescapable. You had checked yourself multiple times, trying to figure out if you covered up anything when spending time with Eddie, and you could think of nothing. Nothing was worth hiding from Eddie because he loved everything about you, and you loved everything about him.

“Y/N?” Eddie snapped you back into reality as you took a few shaky breaths in, your eyes wide. Your breath shuttered as your lip pouted out. You felt Eddie’s grip on you tighten as you leaned into him, letting a few tears spill out. Soon enough, you were crying, and Eddie rocked you back and forth, his cheek squished on top of your head and arms tightly around your body.

“What would make you feel best right now?” Eddie asked softly.

“Maybe… Maybe can we just talk?” you sniffled.

“Sure, anything in particular?”

“Your choice. Whatever you can talk a lot about.”

“Ha, well, there are many options there, my dear, but let’s see. How about our favorite memories with each other?”

“Okay, that sounds nice,” you smiled, perking up slightly.

“Alright, let’s go for… when we first met. I will always remember that day. The first day of kindergarten, August 25, 1970! What a time. You were wearing those wide jean things-”

“Bell bottoms,” you giggled.

“Yeah, those,” he laughed. “And then, you had your hair in those clips and you had a shirt with The Who on it. I saw you and I really wanted to talk to you, but I didn’t know how, and then I thought of the perfect plan a kindergartener could think of! I marched right up to you, pointed at your shirt and said ‘the Who?’”

“And then we both chuckled, and our friendship was secured,” you giggled along with Eddie.

“Why were you even wearing that shirt to kindergarten?” he laughed.

“It was my favorite shirt and I was really nervous! Besides, it’s better than what you wore, Mr. button-up and khakis!”

“Hey, Wayne didn’t know how formal it was there and we wanted to make a good impression,” he defended.

“I know, I was just kidding. You looked adorable that day,” you smiled.

“And now?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You felt yourself blush as you took a sharp breath in.

“Well, the head scarf definitely works in your favor,” you giggled.

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Yeah, you should wear it more often,” you half-joked.

“As you wish,” he teased, leaning close to your face. You both stopped laughing as your faces grew near to each other, and you breathed heavily. You felt your noses touch, and your eyes began to flutter closed when you heard someone barge into your room.

“Y/N-Oh! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I-”

Robin was standing in the hall, a few pillows bulging out of her costume.

“What’s up, Robin?” you asked.

“I just came to ask you a question, I figured you’d be here, um-” she hesitated. “I can go.”

“No, it’s fine, what’s going on?” you asked.

“Well, we ran out of chips, and I didn’t want to be presumptuous and get some without asking first.”

“Oh, thanks for asking, Robin, I’ll go get some. Eddie, wanna help?”

“Sure,” Eddie shrugged, then grabbed your outstretched hand.

As the three of you walked downstairs and into the kitchen, Eddie walked on to grab more chips from the cupboard. Robin waddled closer to you, leaning in.

“Hey, was I interrupting something?” she whispered.

“Sort of, but it’s probably for the best,” you replied. “I don’t want Eddie to think I, you know…”

“Wait, why?”

“Because, Rob, I know he doesn’t feel the same way, I don’t want to jeopardize anything-”

“Y/N, he-”

“Hey, can I use this bowl?” Eddie interrupted. You looked at Eddie, who was smiling awkwardly, holding a big red bowl.

“Yes, Eddie, of course, let me help you,” you said, walking over to Eddie. Robin hobbled over, pulling a couple pillows out of her outfit so she could move faster.

“This conversation isn’t over!” she hissed. “I have a lot to tell you!”

“Okay, Rob, later!” you whisper-yelled. She huffed, then left the kitchen.

“Everything okay?” Eddie laughed.

“Yeah, you know Robin,” you smiled. “She’s really sweet, and she means well, but sometimes she can let things get out of hand.”

“I can see that,” Eddie smirked. “What was the subject?”

“Oh, nothing important,” you smiled softly. “Come on, let’s get back out there.”

-💘-

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[krustworld]

I’m a special type of lonely cuz I’ve been naturally popular my whole life.….technically I don’t know that’s not the case for everybody. Anywys My parents never let me have friends (cuz of religion) so I never learned how to cultivate my ppl skills. Now I’m behind and even tho ppl want to like me…im strange and most ppl don’t fuck with that. Even tho they say they do/will I swear so few ppl

Are even 1% open minded ! It’s chill it’s so hard forme to actually connect w people it’s not worth it rather throw myself into my art. Plus I can be myself around my few friends. It sucked growing up not being able to do anything I wanted to do it definetly made my mental problems worse for context I got taken away from my birth mother at a young age I don’t wanna say why bc I love her so much don’t wanna put her on blast but she lost custody had no visitation rights and I didn’t even talk to her on the phone until I ran away at 17! By that time I didn’t remember what she looked like I used to cry about that all the time cuz I thought she was gonna die and I’d never rememeber again I just remembered that she was beautiful and had the greenest eyes in the world! When she picked up the phone I fell to my knees and cried for the first time in 8 years my chest was going crazy is all I could remeber. Anyways My dad and stepmom raised me across the country and they were super super religious and never let me out of their sight it oh yeah we also had this family restaurant that no kidding! I worked at every single day even after school until close and every single day of the summer from open to close ! Which during the summer we would close at 10 pm or later sometimes lollll we would consistently get home at midnight cuz all the cleaning everyday (during summer) was way more than 12 hours everyday god it makes me sad I should’ve been having a childhood bro and oh yes I was the only one in the family who didn’t have a day off every week[or ever!!! Not even once!) cuz young =strong and oh yeah it’s my fault they’re in debt cuz my mom crazy this was something that was regularly said to my young impressionable heart! I would tell u more but I don’t want anybody to get in trouble lollll for real u guys have no idea it was torture especially after being able to do whatever I wanted in the early years of my life it’s so hard to be nice to myself cuz I’ve been treated with such hostility by the ppl supposed to nurture me they literally used me for money and getting their anger out lol yeah living with my mother had it’s problems but I had already learned to deal with them and found identity/security in them and taking me away from her just stripped me of my identity not to mention MY MOTHER and gave me new problems that were just too much with all the other shit that doesn’t just go away cuz I’m not actively there anymore! Ur souls lives everywhere you go that’s why u have to be careful with yourself and with ur kids </3 also for the record I love my dad and stepmom don’t think they meant to be so cruel to me they’re just hurt

[nonclassyparty]

from an objective point of view i do think san is a bad person. or at least was! having an explication for it doesn’t make up for the fact that he knowingly hurts people and manipulates them for his benefit. also, at what point do we stop calling it self sabotage when it includes hurting everyone around you in the process?

sure he has been clear with from the beginning that he doesn’t date. but he knew she loved him and chose to keep on hurting her and stringing her along for an entire year just so he could keep his “favorite girl” by his side, which she only was because she was the rich and unreachable pretty girl and he managed to have her wrapped around his finger. he watched her go through hell and he didn’t care, let her be insulted by yeosang on a daily basis and never once stood up for her while she took it and stayed quiet because she loved him so much. he called it friends with benefits but never took an interest in her on a personal level and basically treated her like a sextoy. obviously yn should’ve walked away at some point but i think san is also to blame. telling girls “i don’t date” at the beginning of the arrangement doesn’t opt you out of treating the girls you sleep with as human beings with feelings who deserve respect.

and then going back to her after he broke up with that girl because he knew she would just cave in and take him back, then acting like “well maybe i shouldn’t have c come to your house but you shouldn’t have let me in”.. like knew she would let you in and fuck you because you know she loved you and couldn’t resist

and what he did to yeosang was just so fucking sad. how can you call someone your best friend and then go and knowingly use their feelings so you can manipulate them and get what you want? i’m glad yeosang finally put his foot down and stopped talking to him. i think he told san that he wasn’t worth the effort it takes to love him? and as cruel as it may sound he was right… san needs to go to therapy and grow up. i understand he has daddy issues and that your trauma isn’t your fault but the way you treat people is still your responsibility

i really hope he’s coming back as a better person after these two years!

hhmmmmmmmmmmm those are all great points but they're from y/n's point of view and not an objective one 😭

he fucked up with yeosang (besides betraying y/n's trust and telling her secrets to his friends, thats his other fuck up imo). it was a horrible thing to do, there's no further explanations or defenses there. him betraying her trust in the end and using ys' feelings to his advantage at times are the worst things he did in this story but is he a bad person with no redemption possible for it? would that mean that people aren't allowed to fuck up? 😭

"sure he has been clear with from the beginning that he doesn’t date. but he knew she loved him and chose to keep on hurting her and stringing her along-" lets stop right thereee 😭 "he knew she loved him" and what? if yunho told y/n he had feelings for her while she considered sleeping with him just a fun silly little thing would that make her responsible for his feelings? no, bc they're both consenting adults who know what they agreed on. it sounds harsh but objectively, thats just the way things are. "choose to keep hurting her" when? if anything he was keeping his relationship with boyoung a secret from her bc he was trying to not hurt her and just let her down gently by ghosting her😭 even tho yn deserved to know the truth, he thought he was doing her a favor bc knowing u got dropped bc he actually decided to commit himself to another girl despite saying he doesnt date would hurt a lot more. "stringing her long" when? when did he ever genuinely give her hope that their relationship could grow into something more? "let her be insulted by yeosang" hmm yea that is shitty, even if he doesnt care about her it would've been nice to defend her bc hes the one that brought her to their table in the first place. "never took an interest in her on a personal level" bc friends with benefits is always just tiptoeing around what the relationship is actually about, which is SEX. they agree on being actual friends much later and after that they actually DO begin to learn about each other and with that his demeanor towards her begins to change.

when he's standing at her front door she literally says something like "if i told him to leave i know he would" because their relationship was never san trying to keep her tied to him but it was her latching onto HIM. a nice guy would've probably said "ok u have feelings for me which i dont reciprocate, lets end this bc u are hurting yourself" but san said it himself, he never deemed himself an honorable guy so in his head its like "even after telling u i wont ever love u and that u should've slammed the door in my face bc getting back together is a bad idea, you STILL want to fuck me?" that was on y/n. he's not the bad guy but just a guy thinking with his dick 😭 can he really be blamed for playing off of her decisions? it was always on y/n to decide when to finally let go of him and that was not something he could do for her because at one point she was so far up her delusions that even if he said "hey lets break this off" without boyoung in the picture, she still wouldn't have given up.

san will always be a bad guy if we look at him through y/n's eyes but if we detach ourselves from her feelings a little bit.......😭

[firecrackerhh]

Sigh…alright, redo.

Look, it’s quite clear to me that ANYONE who chooses to off themselves over this shit had other problems that likely made the stress of…all of that, much worse.

It isn’t good to doxx and threaten people over fucking shipping discourse, that shits retarded and I’m not gonna mince words about it. If you do that shit, you are significantly worse than anyone you think deserves it.

I just think it’s bullshit that every time this shit fucking happens antis constantly want to act like the entirety of the Hellaverse fandom is full of irredeemably awful people when antis are significantly fucking worse.

Antis think it’s totally acceptable to tell incest shippers to off themselves or whatever but the second someone dies, someone who they can virtue signal about, they act like it’s some horrible tragedy that never should’ve happened.

And in this case, they would be right, but it’s kinda backhanded.

You can’t say you give a shit about suicidal people or whatever if you directly tell people to off themselves cuz they do shit you don’t like. Anything the fandom’s done, the antis have as well.

It’s all virtue signalling to them, they don’t actually care. They’re just using this as yet another excuse to shit on the fandom as if this fandom is uniquely terrible and so much more deserving of mockery than them, or hell, anyone else really, considering how wretchedly awful the human race has been to each other since it’s evolution.

As if antis haven’t told fans to off themselves over a fucking cartoon.

How many hazbin fans have died from suicide cuz of antis I wonder? Do antis give a fuck about those people?

Like, when antis bring this shit up, do they want the fandom to grovel at their fucking feet and beg for forgiveness or some shit, act like we’re showing repentance by constantly having to apologize for other’s sins? Anyone who sent this person death threats or whatever is a POS and deserves to be called out for it, but just lumping in those people with the rest of the fandom is kinda unfair.

Like do these people think fandoms are a hive mind that all think the same way? Do they think we approve of this shit? Cmon. Don’t be stupid.

I certainly don’t think sending threats over shipping is normal fucking behavior.

It’s just so irritating to me because it’s clear that any anti bringing this shit up is a fucking hypocrite, even if they don’t engage in any wretched behavior like that personally, they’re still a part of the group that does that shit on a daily basis, sure don’t see THEM calling out other antis on their shitty behavior. Most of the time, I’m sure there are exceptions.

And I’m just being honest, caring about what people ship in general is stupid. Let people ship what they fucking want, there’s no amount of harassing people that’ll make them stop shipping something, I don’t care HOW problematic it may or may not be.

All of this only started because people had an issue with someone shipping Charlastor of all ships. Sheesh, y’all need to chill.

Actually I’m also gonna keep it 💯 with y’all by saying that essentially ANNOUNCING SOMEONE DIED LIKE THAT AND NOT EVEN BEING ABLE TO SAY THE FUCKING WORDS EVEN THO TUMBLR ISN’T TIKTOK IS ACTUALLY EXTREMELY FUCKING DISRESPECTFUL.

God even typing that felt exhausting.

Ngl I think the caps make it worse, makes it sound like they’re yelling to the world “A HAZBIN FAN IS DEAD” Fucking “GUESS WHAT EVERYONE?” Like you’re gonna tell your friends about a hot guy you’re gonna go on a date with or something and not announcing someone fucking died. Like you just can’t wait to find another reason to be a petty asshole towards us about this, piece of shit.

By all means, maybe I’m reading too much into it, but it just…bothers me.

These people are no better than us, I’ll die on that hill, I don’t give a fuck.

🔥🧨~Firecracker out~🧨🔥

[television-pil0t]

Also the reason I was seen to be schizophrenic was mostly because when I was going though it 🤭(that’s not funny at all I lost all my friends) I was having all the schizophrenic symptoms when I was psychotic/ still am it takes a week or something idk. Still taking my meds even tho a good part of me is telling me to stop being there bad I’m gonna ignore it because that’s literally textbook psycho.

I think my last diagnosis was being schizoaffective. I have to ask my parents for the paper because I’m genuinely curious.

I’m pretty like 99% sure I’m diagnose schizoaffective because of how much it was talked about like “are you ok with this.” But also just the very very violent nature of me kinda pushed it a lot. If it’s not aspd it’s definitely bpd and schizoaffective. It would explain both the loss of emotions yet the full scale emotional range. The anger, the violent thoughts, the depression, the hallucinations and delusions I have on a very frequent basis. And the mania since bpd didn’t have manic episodes it has euphoric episodes but I do experience mania from time to time.

They also gave me some Anticonvulsants with I haven’t taken but they control violent behavior and mood swings so 🤷🏽‍♂️

They also talked to my parents about more than just therapy but full of skill training which i didn’t even know that was a thing but it’s basically like a group that teaches you how to show emotions and interact with other humans in a human way. How to react to things. How to.. be normal basically.

But yeah. So

So I don’t think I have aspd because I’ve genuinely loved people before. Exhibit A is my MOTHER as exhibit B is everyone else in my damn life. I just forget what the feeling is like and then forget I ever felt it and then spiral from them. It’s more of a me thing and how I genuinely need to think like a normal person and stop wanting to be actually.. worshiped but yeah.

I loved my mommy even tho she did bad things.

I love my friends even though I have no internet to them almost all the time.

I loved all my exs.. including Simon, khye… actually that’s it. Everyone else sucked it was only them..

Edit: so.. reading over everything I said for the past very long time of saying how much I wanna hurt Simon and kill my parents.. I should’ve been.. checked in.. a very.. very.. very long time ago. :/

“I can’t believe that faggot would treat me like this I’m gonna bash his brains in” is NOT normal💯🅱️🫵🏾 it was very clear that I was having a episode for a very long while.

Cuz at first I was like “what the fuck like this episode was so short like a few days.” Bro look around💀 look at your leg. Look at your tumblr. You talked about killing this person so much you forgot you felt the emotion love bro. It wasn’t a few days.

Thinking about it MORE I remember having a conversation with him (kinda remember) where I was like “I just don’t remember anything that happened today. I don’t fucking know lol” what was the funny part about that sentence babe🤨 we’re waiting to laugh.

“I never loved him.” Bro a few days ago you typed a poem about how much YOU DID love him? What are you on rn?? NOTHING AND THAT WAS LITERALLY THE ISSUE. What do you mean you never loved your mother. Bro be so fuckin fr that was your day 1 hold it down one and only homie till y’all die bonnie and Clyde bitch right there. You did everything for her💀 your only alive because of her. Whatchu mean?

“I never loved daemon.” Yes. Ya did.

“I never loved Simon.” Bro it was 3 years where you cut and cried over him for a few.. DAYS. Let’s be fr babe🤭 I know you where having a really bad episode for a few months but let’s come back down to reality. Be real. It was 3 years and you literally DIDNT wanna break up with him. You said take a break because your stomach PHYSICALLY was HURTING at the thought of breaking up with him💀 try that shit again bitch ass nigga and I will beat the sit outta you (talking to myself.)

[gavinsmg24]

I’m going to skim respond bcuz there was a lot but really it’s just me responding but I may not hit every thing. Anyways! I read everything and I’ll try to respond as I scroll thru what you said. Mainly to start. Yoh talked about what happened recently. Where you cleaned bong and he got upset even tho you did it bcuz you were waiting. How can everything be a problem. Lkke you said. All he had to do if he truly wanted your company was find you and say join me babe. But instead he’s like. You should’ve already been here? Like what’s uo his ass. I dont get treating people short and rude all the time. It’s exactly what you don’t deserve. Hmph. Like your right someone saying something shouldn’t affect your whole day. But when your already a depressed person and your partner is giving you little care or thought then it makes sense how you feel! Maybe you should be less sensitive? But no he needs to be like 2x more thoughtful about emotions. I mean! Whether he thinks it’s dumb or not he’s your partner. Either adapt or work with it. Don’t just get mad or cause problems for no reason. He makes it seem like you cause problems. But really he’s causing problems but it’s not problems to him bcuz it’s not affecting him it affects you. So when you (as a healthy relationship should be) try to talk to him and he’s like. This shouldn’t be a problem that’s fucked!

And it’s like gifts aren’t required but I’m sure you wouldn’t be saying that If he complimented or made time to hang out. Like. Since you moved with him. He should be trying to take you out with his friends or coworkers. Not really but like. For me. Even if the boys didn’t want to hang. I’d try to at least have us all do stuff every once and a while idk. Like it shouldn’t be that way but it’s real life sims! We like interaction and groups!

And yeah that’s what sucks. When people barely congratulate but always judge harshly when things are wrong. That is frustrating grr. I hope you find another job soon princess. Maybe one that’s from home again or a job that’s easily transferable? I just mean that for a worst. Case. If you ever wanted to go elseware that way you’d at least have a job. Anyways. That’s hypothetical and far away. I just want you to have your own cushions to fall back onto if you ever need to.

I just.. I hate how manipulative and toxic masculinity sounding he is.. Im sorry I know I shouldnt say but like. Barely talking to you or secluding self. Like. Alone time is one thing but like cmon! Live in same house interact! I know you do but just off of what you say. Like. Talk when you have nothing to say?! That’s small talk! To fill silence and he says he doesn’t have anything to say? Then shut uo and listen to your rambles! I’d listen to gibberish rather than silence tf. Grr I’m sorry getting riled trying not to.

Why does it matter where you watch stuff! Like if he wasn’t using office who cares! You say he eats fruit and watches YouTube alone. Why can’t you! If he’s not gonna make you smile fuck off! Rawr!

Princess this is the thing I’ve wanted you to always understand and I’m saying this bcuz you said “am I crazy” no! Your not. Everything you’ve written and shared. If any unbiased parted read this would feel the same (someone with our care and morals) like it’s almost your bday and he’s still treating you normal. Like no one’s needs a birth week but cmon. Like oooh babyyyy almost bday. Any things you wanna do? Plans? Maybe he’ll surprise you but idk. You could tell yourself it’s selfish to want gifts but it’s not. It doesn’t have to be a diamond ring. I’d get you those lil toys we used to get (not really but getting that over nothing or something with no thought is different than just getting something expensive. I wish I could go to the mall with you. Give you a price limit and spoil you for a day. Or ask for ideas and wrap them and wake you with breakfast n gifts

Like. Obviously we dated early and younger. And our living arrangements were all over the place. But I just can’t believe how much home work you do. Like. Old timey woman cooks n cleans and he still finds ways to get upset. Grr. If I came home and didn’t have to worry about cleaning I’d be so at peace. Like living with me n 2 bois! Always dishes and I’m doing them the most! (I use the most but still! They use stuff too!)

And back to the locked door and tasks. Like. Cmon. Your partners. No one should be. Punishing anyone. Your not dealing with kids. You talk out problems. Not yell or put down. Yelling happens. But this isn’t normal arguments. This is mind games and lack of care. Not really.. I should stop. I dont want to sway your mind. I’m just responding to what you say. I want you to know your thoughts are valid. Not crazy. Your smart and kind. But to get this to the end. Like what! He forgets his own tasks so it’s like oh you could’ve forgot that. Or if you forgot then he’d notice. Punk 😤 hypocrite. Narcissist, more. Rawr!

Anyways this responds to the longer cont. 1 n 2 next will be most recent. You’re strong and brave. I hope you can find a path that leads you to fun and relaxation soon