#Will AND Naomi can shoot a gun

[mrkeatingsblazer]

Will Solace blinding his enemies with his light Will Solace deafening his enemies with his sonic whistle Will Solace disabling his enemies bc of his medical knowledge Will Solace weakening his enemies with his plague powers Will Solace with a fucking gun

[kaurwreck]

I'm rereading bungou stray dogs, and I noticed that when Dazai shoves Atsushi into Sugimoto, Atsushi accesses the tiger just enough to stabilize himself and pin Sugimoto to the ground. And he does so in a specific stance, one knee braced, one hand pinning Sugimoto's hands behind him.

His resolved pout, firm grip, and poised stance are very much unlike how he confronted Tanizaki during his entrance exam or how he reacted to Higuchi when she emptied a clip into Naomi.

But, I did recall another instance where Atsushi similarly pivoted into seemingly confident resolve— when he tried to shoot Akutagawa shortly after Akutagawa arrived on scene. He seemingly dives Akutagawa, only to grab the gun near Akutagawa's feet to shoot him. This is silly; Atsushi's tiger is most adept in close quarters, and Akutagawa has already shown that Rashoumon is a range weapon.

But, Atsushi hasn't yet learned to tap into his tiger's strengths, nor does he know how to fight— which means he doesn't know how to evaluate how Akutagawa is fighting either. So, he doesn't clock that Akutagawa is maintaining physical distance, that Rashoumon extends out, that Akutagawa is frail and coughing. Instead, he snatches a weapon, launches himself at a distance from Akutagawa because he's scared to stay too close, and shoots him.

And, despite not knowing how to fight, clearly having little clue as to how to approach Akutagawa— Atsushi has a resolved pout, a firm grip, a poised stance.

Atsushi has never shot a gun before, and each time we've seen him encounter a situation in which he's felt uncertain, he's fallen apart. Even when he's brave (like covering the "bomb" with his own body during his entrance exam), he trembles and screws his eyes tight or stares, frozen. What made him even think to go for the gun, having never shot one, and whose expression is on his face, if not his own?

Like, sure, in the moment before he acted he'd remembered Kunikida telling him he was part of the Agency, and to not besmirch their good name, but that explains why he became brave, not why he went for the gun, or looked so sure doing so— oh, wait!

I do recognize that resolved pout, firm grip, and poised stance, actually. From earlier in the same volume.

And, regarding the Sugimoto pin— Dazai knows that Atsushi will be fine, that he's built to grapple, and that he can regenerate if shot. It made sense to throw Atsushi, a tank, at Sugimoto because even though Atsushi doesn't know how to fight and is a bit of a coward, he can take damage as well as he deals it.

But Atsushi doesn't take the damage— not like he does later, when he learns to fight to his strengths. Instead, he accesses his tiger, not to take the hit or use his speed to escape, but to push Sugimoto into a pin that looks too polished for someone who's never pinned anyone before. But he has seen someone be pinned, and he's been pinned too. Quite recently, even.

Each time, one handedly. And so, when he's thrown into Sugimoto—

His expression isn't his own because he's not protecting himself— he's protecting others, and he can't rely on himself to do that yet. He's too weak, too cowardly, and too uncertain of how to be someone in the context of others yet.

That's where his tiger becomes useless. Atsushi's tiger is raw, single-minded force. Its sole preogative, the sole reason it exists, is to keep Atsushi alive. And it's kept Atsushi alive by barreling him forward, negating what would kill Atsushi so that he can tear forward no matter what comes for him. His tiger is starving, enormous, and seemingly indomitable because it's carved from Atsushi's basest desire to live.

But where the tiger keeps him alive, it doesn't make him brave or steadfast or purposeful. And it's certainly not something that knows how to protect other people. Because a desire to live is not the same as the will to live or a reason to live.

And before Atsushi could articulate a reason, before he could recognize that he could exert will over the tiger, he relied on Kunikida's instead.

Kunikida knows better than most that relying on one's desires (such as his desire for a good and ideal world) can be manipulated and countered. Fyodor attempted to do so during the Cannibalism arc, Jouno during the Hunting Dogs arc. But as Ranpo said, Kunikida is the noblest, strongest member of the Agency. It's evident when instead of choking on the perversion of his own intentions, he continues to act, to save the next person if he couldn't save the last. That's not raw or instinctual. It's discipline, motivation, and will.

This is why he's their heart, their wrangler, their compass, their sincerity, and the template for what they should do when they're overwhelmed by who they are or who they could become. Because good is not who you are, it's what you do.

[isabella-2025]

Unlikely Love Chapter 5. Part 2

Warnings: violence with guns (non descriptive) Major character deaths and cursing

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Meanwhile

Kevin begins walking toward the " bathroom" until he reaches a dark corner, Sami is there waiting for him. Sami says " Okay Kevin thank you for doing this, when do you think would be the best time to get her out of here" Kevin replies I don't know, Drew sent Dominick to get her and he's talking to Roman. " Sami says " I hope we find a way to get her out of here soon, I have a bad feeling about this whole thing." Kevin says " why do you have a bad feeling…. Wait where he hell is Damien? " Sami and Kevin look at each other with wide eyes and begin to run toward the center of the house.

Drew is still talking to Roman and says " Well, I wonder what is taking Dominick so long." Roman laughs and says " oh, I don't know." He smirks to the ground. Everything s going to plan or so he thinks.

Before Dominick and Noella can reach Drew a gunshot goes off into the air and everyone drops to the ground. Noella looks to see where the shot came from and is surprised to see it was from a gun that her best Friend Rhea is holding. Damien runs up behind Dominick grabs his mullet roughly and says " stupid boy, kissing all on Noella when your Mami is right here." Rhea laughs evilly and says " Noella Domonick is mine and you just couldn't leave well enough alone could you. " Noella does not say anything and looks down at the floor. Rhea grabs her chin and puts the gun to Noella's head and evily says " Bitch, time to die." Rhea is about to fire the gun but stops in her tracks when she see's that herself and Damien are surrounded by none other than the bloodline and Kevin. Drew and finn hold their guns to Roman and solo's heads. " Roman, solo if you wanna live do not shoot." Drew and finn say. Roman looks around at his bloodline and nods. All Hell breaks loose Roman and Solo swing around and disarm Drew and Finn while Kevin and Sami Disarm Damien. Now the only one left standing is Rhea who still has a gun to Noella's head. She smirks at them as they surround her and say " Really all for her, you will not shoot me." Jimmy smirks and says " we want but she will."

Before Rhea can even tell what is happening Naomi emerges behind her and shoots her in the leg. " Bitch nobody messes with my bestie." Noella runs up to Naomi and hugs her tight.

The bloodline begins to celebrate but they do not realize that rhea has grabbed her gun. Rhea kneels and shoots toward Naomi and before Naomi can realize what happened she is on the ground bleeding. Damien goes up to Noella and tries to kill her while Drew and Finn fight the rest of the Bloodline off. He raises the gun to her head and as the gun fires Dominick jumps in front of Noella and takes the bullet for her. Jimmy runs to Naomi cradles her body to his and says " Trin, do not die on me you will be okay." Jimmy begins to shed tears. Naomi grabs his head and says, " she shot me in my stomach I am not going to last much longer, take care of Noella I love you." Noella grabs Dominick's hand and he smiles up at her and says through a raged breath." I-I t-told y-o-u I would protect you." He summons the last of his strength, raises up, kisses her check and says, " I love you."

Dominick died that day but are Trin and Rhea really dead?

Tune in to chapter 6 to find out.

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[accio-victuuri]

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[petra-creat0r]

Naomi Ref

Oh gods this took me forever. The Chicago ref was in... October? Dear lord...

Info under the cut.

Naomi the Fish

They/Them

Voice Headcanon: Michaela Dietz

Full name: Naomi Quinn Pisces

B-Day: May 30th 2122

The sheet might say they're the youngest of Undyne and Alphys's kids but that only applies for their biological children. Naomi's adopted human sister, Annie, is actually the youngest

Even among Naomi's clutch mates though, they were the runt

Very chaotic and rowdy like CK, likely how they get along.

Even despite their high energy though, Naomi still experiences chronic pain, which means they sometimes struggle doing the things they want to without aids like their wheel chair or crutches

Their soul trait is a mix of Bravery and Justice

Naomi's primary magic is electricity magic, which they can shoot as lightning bolt bullets or throw as lightning bolt shaped spears.

Naomi is rather active and sporty, taking part in as many extracurricular sports as possible from soccer, to track, to even hockey. Their favorite sport is soccer

Even if Naomi plays hockey, they still don't particularly like the cold, considering their a fish monster like their mom.

Naomi is obsessed with westerns, much preferring cowboys and guns over magical girls and giant swords like their siblings or parents.

Has a toy stick pony they have declared their trusty steed and named "Stick"

Along with their prosthetic leg, which they wear since they were born without one, Naomi also has a tiny tail.

Naomi's scales are likely tougher than the average fish monster's scales, more resembling a lizard's.

They also have sharp teeth like Undyne, but a buck tooth like Alphys. They often use their teeth to bite things they really shouldn't, like rocks.

Naomi's Dark World weapon class is a gun.

Their Dark World appearance heavily resembles a cowboy and shares a color palette with Bitsy.

Their secret boss companion is Bitsy. Sometimes Naomi wonders if their and Wilbur's secret boss buddies got mixed up due to how different Bitsy seems from themself.

Naomi's other best friend is Britni, who doesn't seem to mind their chaotic nature.

Also good friends with their clutchmates, Mako, who was adopted by one of Naomi's uncles, making them cousins now.

Favorite show is a Space Rangers of the Wild West, a western set in space that they often watch with their younger sister, Annie.

[ask-naomi-lynch]

The evolution of the Naomi-Travis relationship 🖤

(Bc a lot of you love how Travis went from shooting this woman in the face to her becoming his second mother lol)

Pre-Crash

Travis had been sent to the guidance counselor's office quite a few times because of multiple reasons but it didn't matter which reason it was he still hated going to the counselor's office, and Naomi was not only the guidance counselor at Wiskayok High but she was also friends with Coach Martinez, both facts that annoyed Travis mostly because he hated seeing his father so happy talking so nicely to a woman he hated while he didn't gave his mother the place she deserved.

It arrived to a point where he thought his father was cheating, and even though he didn't had any proof he was still determined to find some.

He also hated Naomi's bubbly personality and how she always seemed so calm and collected, he didn't understood how someone could be so damm possitive.

When the day of going to nationals arrived Travis annoyance multiplied by a million when he saw Naomi getting on the plane, he hated the idea of having to see his father and this woman so close to each other all the flight and during the whole week in Seattle.

Season 1

After the crash and coach Martinez's death Travis couldn't stand the thought of having this woman babysitting both him and his brother while -acording to him- pretending to be their mother, he was not gonna let her.

While Javi actually enjoyed being with Naomi Travis didn't make it so easy for her, everytime she tried to help him or talk to him he would just ignore her or tell her to fuck off... But all of that changed one day...

One day after one of his many fights with Javi he started practicing with the shotgun, shooting at the cans to calm his anger until Naomi -tired of all the fights- decided to give Travis a piece of her mind, telling him how fucking inmature he was -amongs other things- and Travis commited the mistake of aiming the shotgun at Naomi's face while angry, he didn't even realized the gun didn't had the safe on and he blew her ear off on accident.

After Akilah and Misty took care of Naomi's wounds Travis tried to apologise to her for what happened, but Naomi just reminded him that -as he always told her- ''he was not her son nor her problem'' and just ignored him.

After that day Travis actually started being nicer to Javi, he didn't knew if it was because of petty or because he actually wanted Naomi to talk to him again but he suddently just didn't wanted to be angry anymore.

Mid-S1 -way before Doomcoming- Travis found out Naomi was both pregnant and married to a woman, and after she gave birth -the day after Doomcoming- Travis stayed next to Naomi and the baby as they both rested, he didn't wanted to leave them alone.

By the end of S1 Naomi and Travis made up.

Season 2

When the hunt happened Naomi ran after the girls, not to stop them, to stop Javi from helping Nat, because she wanted to protect Javi, but at the end she failed to stop both.

After the hunt Naomi came running back to the cabin carrying Javi's body, after gathering all her stuff and her daughter she decided to ran away to give Javi a proper burial instead of allowing the girls to eat them both.

Travis didn't wanted that, he didn't wanted to lose both his brother and Naomi at the same time, but he understood her reasoning, he didn't wanted them to eat his brother or her either, so with all the pain in his heart he gave Naomi and Judy one last hug, and watched them run into the forest.

When the girls came back Travis pretended to not know where Naomi was, and the girls had no choice but to accept that.

And that right there was the last time Travis saw Naomi....

Until s3.

Season 3

Travis and Naomi didn't talked much during s3 but a few things that are worth telling is that when Shauna tried to sabotage Naomi's trial results -just like with Ben- Travis didn't listened to her, didn't even acknoledged her as he kept voting innocent.

When Naomi was miraculously found innocent they hugged for the first time in months.

And after that day Travis kept ocasionally helping Akilah when Naomi asked her to babysit Judy. (And made sure Lottie didn't got so close to the little girl) He loved spending time with Judy.

They still cared a lot for each other though. And they did even post-rescue.

[raedroid]

Never Too Young To Die

Chapter 5: Make a Connection

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The blazing sun in the crystal clear sky scorched the earth below, the sandy plains across the highway were hotter than ever. Danja drove down the road in her silver mustang, her tan skin shining brighter because of the sun rays. Unbeknownst to her, Lance was coming in behind her in the crimson motorcycle, being chased by two men on their custom black motorcycles, adorned and decorated like dragons. Danja heard a faint beeping sound coming from near the gear shift of her car. Turning over, she sees her phone attached to the car and pulled it up to her ear.

“Who is it?” She asked

“It’s Carruthers.” He answered. “I was just talking to Naomi and Sigmund and they got a lead on Ragnar and his crew. According to Sig, apparently they’re hiding in an old warehouse on the Bolton Dam cutoff on 128 North Road.”

“Got it. I’m on the way now.” She responded, putting the phone away. Just as she finished the call, she sees a bike coming closer to her in the rear view mirror. After inspecting closer, she sighed in frustration, realizing it was Lance who was being berated by a few of Ragnars associates. Lance tried to speed up to catch up to her and she made a sharp turn to avoid him. As they continued on the same path, Ragnars men draw in closer and pulled out their weapons. One pulled out a mini axe to blow out the tires and the other swings a spiked mace at him.

“Idiots.” She muttered annoyed. She spotted a large truck up ahead and speeds up and slides her car underneath it, pulling out her twin guns out from the glove department, taking her time as Lance goes to the truck, ducking his head as the axe man kept attacking him

“Looks like Deering got a date!” He teased. “Hope you don’t mind your clothes being dirty before you go out!” Just as he almost cut his head off, Danja shot the axe man the head and chest, making him tumble off his motorbike and get run over by the wheels of the truck. Lance slowed down to avoid any of her shots as the spiked mace comrade tried to swing at him. Danja shoots him in the chest as well, causing him to drive off the road and fall by the cliff side. Lance slowed and pulled over by the side as Danja drove from under the truck and pulled over as well. Lance got off and saw her expression, a mixture of anger and disbelief as she put her pistols away

“Why were you following me?” She asked, her voice almost breaking with anger

“Look. I’m sorry for snapping at the nightclub.” He murmured

“Whatever. Is that it?”

“No. I don’t think. I don’t know where to begin.” He looked down at his hands, covered in his black fingerless gloves, many emotions all over his mind. He wanted Danja to help him figure out everything that has been plaguing him for the past few days. His thoughts were interrupted by Danja sighing once more in disappointment

“Get in.” She ordered, surprising him. He stared at her with a blank expression, unsure if it was a joke or not. “Go on. What are you waiting for?” Lance scrambled to get inside but stared back at the bike as she sped away

“Wait! My bike! That was my friends!” He shouted.

“You should’ve gotten your own, idiot!” She argued. “Now what the hell were you thinking! You almost got yourself killed!”

“Calm down already! I can take care of myself!”

“Oh really? From what I’ve seen back there, you needed me to back you up.”

“Maybe it’s because I don’t have a gun!”

“Exactly! You shouldn’t be dealing with those freaks without a gun! What will your father say if he saw you acting like this?”

“I don’t know actually. What would he say? You were his right hand lady and knew him better than his actual children.”

“I had no control over that!” They sat in silence for a brief moment, their minds disoriented from the screaming and their recent run in. Danja wiped the sweat off her face and turned to him.

“Look Lance. I know you’re frustrated and I get it, but you can’t just scream at me over him. I don’t know why he left you alone like that and we’ll probably never know so I just need you to listen to me. Your father was more than just a partner to me. What he did for my family and I was much more than any other person is capable of doing. And because of that, I want to keep you safe, and that means keeping you away from me”

Lance stared at her, an indifferent expression that was hard to describe. He couldn’t help himself from tears going down his face, unable to face Danja since he had seemingly forced her to reveal dark details of her life to him. As she continued, his guilt only increased

“My dads were always away and since I had this massive little career, I had to be the parent to help my siblings out. Drew always made sure I was safe and that I was important and before I met Amara, he was the only friend I ever had and if I didn’t have him, I wouldn’t be where I am today. He meant the world to me.”

“I never thought of it that way.” Lance murmured, looking down once more, not knowing that Danja was looking at him with sympathy.

“I understand why you’re mad at him because he left you alone with your sister but he had to. He didn’t wanted you to know about any of this. You understand?” She asked

“Yes…” Lance responded, not daring to look at her. Danja stared at the wheel, wondering if she had made the right choice to reveal her intentions to him to keep him safe.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked, her voice now calm and steady, enough to soothe Lance a bit and loosen his anxiety

“Um… I don’t know…” The two stayed silent, the only noise coming through was the sound of the engine running down the long road. Not even looking at each other, they both stared in opposite directions, too many things were spoken about them and they were too scared to get closer, not wanting to hurt each other more than they already did.

Their silence was soon interrupted by the car hitting a large bump, shocking the two of them. The car skidded along the road hysterically, turning sharply and almost crashing into a large boulder sticking out of the ground. Lance grabbed on his seat as hard as he could and Danja slammed the brakes, narrowly avoiding the boulder and stopping on the side of the road. They gasped in disbelief before Danja turned back to the road.

“What the hell was that?!” She shouted. As they climbed out of the car, more shrieks started to echo across the plains and several Ragnar associates comes out, carrying a variety of weapons and riding in on bikes, ready to take them both. Danja glared at them and threw one of her guns to Lance and started to shoot each member coming closer to her while Lance inspected the crowd, hoping the one of these scoundrels were Velvet, wishing to find out more about them.

However, one member comes forward and starts to fight Danja. She had brown hair that faded to indigo at the tips and her dark tan skin was adorned with a long spiral tattoo along her right arm. Her hair was shaved on side, letting her curly hair fall perfectly on her side. The two of them continue hand to hand combat and Lance hid behind the car, shooting aimlessly at anyone in front of him and watching Danja as she was thrown into her windshield, leaving cracks in it.

“Noelle! Tell your crew to fall back! You don’t want me to wipe the floor with them like I did at the barn!” Danja ordered, pointing her gun. But as she pulled the trigger, only a clicking sound came out, leaving her defenceless

“Well you’re not at the barn anymore sweetheart.” She teased, pinning her head down on the hood of the car. “Pyramid get down here!” Lance looked over to see the familiar muscular man wrapping Danja wrists in chains and throwing her on the road. Witnessing the horror, he got up and jumped on top of Pyramid and pulled back on his hair.

“Get away from her!” He exclaimed, receiving screams from him as he almost yanked parts of his hair out but Noelle grabbed Lance by his jacket and slammed his head on the hood of the car as well and threw him on the ground.

“Take her away. Velvets orders.” She called out to the other members, dragging Danja away and pulling her onto one of their bikes and drove away

“What do we do with him?” Pyramid asked.

“We already know where Stargrove used to live. Take him there. And make sure you get the pendent while you’re there. Velvet thinks it’ll help us find the disc.” She instructed. He nodded and alongside his pal Minkie, they drove down the highway with Lance unconscious body and Noelle wandered down the long road in hope of finding that ditched bike Lance left behind

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Cliff sat at his computer, scribbling on his notebook as he looked over and studied the codes scattered across the screen. He kept glancing up from the computer to the door, hoping and praying that Lance would come walking through the door. He also kept looking over at the phone on the table, expecting it to ring at any moment. He sat at this table, his thoughts were racing thinking of any possible situation his best friend was in. They’ve been together for so long and he can’t even begin to imagine what he could be going through. As he kept panicking internally, he heard a faint knock at the door, exciting him as he bounced out of his office chair and ran towards the door. Opening it, he slumped his shoulders in slight disappointment to see a young woman with long black hair and a red bow accessory in the back of her hair

“Pardon me but is this room 2249?” She asked, taking a glance around the dorm room, inspecting everything inside

“Yeah it’s on the door?” Cliff answered. She looked up at the small sign with 2249 engraved on it

“Oh so it is!” She remarked amused

“So who are you?”

“Oh sorry about that! My name’s Amara Kazumi good sir pleasure to meet you!” She took his hand and shakes it excitedly and he stared at it confused

“Cliff Ramos. Um… what are you doing here? Are you new to this collage? You kinda came in at a pretty weird time if you did.”

“Nah man I just heard from some friends of mine that this is the dorm room of Lance Stargrove.” Cliff started to panic over hearing her mention his name, but he got closer to her as she entered the room.

“Where is he? Are you one of the girls he mentioned? He left at 3 am and never came back and I haven’t heard from him since. Where the hell is he?” He asked suspiciously

“Relax kid. I didn’t do anything to your friend. My group and I are just looking out for him.”

“Hey I’m not a kid. I may be short but I’m turning 20 next month.”

“Oh really? I just turned 21 the other day. Now my birthdays kinda associated with Drew’s funeral but hey, maybe he wanted to do a cruel joke for my birthday.”

“Drew?”

“Yeah Lances father. He got buried on my birthday of all days and I had plans that day down at the Incinerator.”

“You know his dad? What is this, a soap opera?”

“I worked with him you dingus. It’s plain to see.” Amara then glanced at the computer screen, seeing the long wall of text and code and walked closer to it. Looking down at Cliffs notebook, she noticed in big letters: Water Pollution Program.

“What’s this code you got here?” She asked, flipping through the pages

“Oh it came from this RAM CD in this package. Lance got this from his father and this disc was inside. It looked suspicious so I went and ran some tests with it and I found these large codes in it. It’s a program that apparently can poison the entire water supply in the city.” Cliff explained. Amara handed it back to him and looked at the computer again

“Man you cracked these codes pretty quickly. I’m impressed.” She smirked at him.

“Oh it’s nothing really. It’s really easy to do once you get the hang of it. I’ve studied and memorized thousands of codes like these before.” He responded

“Interesting. You would really like my buddy Sigmund, he does a lot of hacking and coding like you do. He even made me all of my equipment such as my communicator.”

“So he’s an inventor as well?”

“Yeah. We’ve got a lot of crazy smart peeps on the Stargrove Faction. What? You already want to join me?

“Well I did my own inventing.” Cliff walked over to the side and pulled out his Pyroblaster and unwrapped the device from its blanket protection. Amara stared at the large long ranged weapon in surprise and awe

“What is that?!”

“It’s a Pyroblaster, I made it myself. And I just finished the final touches on it last night. It has enough power to blow up my room.”

“Have you ever tested it?”

“Yep! Right outside!” He pointed out the window and sees a huge section of the outdoor area with burnt out grass, trees and destroyed benches. Some students walking by were inspecting the area with concerned expressions.

“Damn. That does some serious damage. I like it.” She smiled at him and he looked down, a small blush forming on his face

“Wow thanks.” He murmured quietly. Just before he was about to speak, Amara’s mobile phone goes off in her bag and she rushed to it

“Hello?… yes Carruthers. I’m taking care of- What?…. Where is she?… Oh god seriously?!… Hold on I’ll get over there! I’ll find her!” She pressed down on the button harshly and shoved it back in her bag, almost sprinting out the door. Cliff was dazed by Amara’s sudden urgency, running by the door frame as she runs towards the stairwell

“Where are you going?!” Cliff called out

“What do you think? I’m saving your friend and my bestie!” She answered

“Wait! If you’re going to find Lance, then take me with you!” He said. Amara stopped in her tracks and stared back at the shorter man in surprise

“I can’t do that to you. I mean, the Pyroblaster could be useful, but you would be going up against a bunch of renegades. They want to kill me and my crew mates because of Lances dad.”

“But we got the disc that they want right? So, now that we have it, I’ll be more than happy to take care of it.” Cliff saw that Amara was still pondering on the idea of taking him with her, but Cliff started grabbing his bag and shoved his Pyroblaster inside

“I understand you’re worried about your friend but you’re entering extremely dangerous territory.”

“I don’t care. Lance and I made a promise since we were kids to always look out for each other. All for one and one for all as we always say. And I’m never breaking that promise.”

Cliffs determined look must’ve won Amara over. He watched her nod, a look of confidence washing over her in response. Relief started to grow in his face as Amara patted his shoulder gently.

“Well if you think you can handle this, then welcome to the team Cliff.” She exclaimed confidently, giving him a smirk, a small crimson blush forming on his face. “Now we might wanna hurry. Who knows where they’re at.” She spoke with urgency, grabbing his slender arm in a firm grip, almost dragging him down the concrete steps. They bolted down, bumping into people along the way and receiving confused glances from them. As they ran out, the harsh sunlight almost blinding Cliff, he stared awestruck at Amara’s crimson red Ferrari.

“You got a Ferrari?!” He asked excitedly. Expensive cars and all types of vehicles in general was always exciting for him.

“Hell yeah buddy! My Ferrari Testarossa! My parents got me it for my 18th birthday!” She stated proudly, smacking the hood of the car with an air of confidence and pride. They both got in the car, slamming the doors quickly and Cliff looked down at a small bag near the gear shift that contained all types of cassettes

“You collect cassettes too?!” He asked again, his joy growing more and more. Pulling out a cassette of Voulez Vouz by ABBA, he looked it over and flipping around excitedly. “You like ABBA?!”

“Who doesn’t buddy?” She answered happily, letting him insert it and she turns up the volume on the side as they drifted away from the campus. Cliff stared back at his dormitory, worry and dread resurfaced on his face

“Do you think we’ll be able to find him?” He asked, hoping for more guidance from her

“We can only hope pal. Now that Drew is gone, anything is possible. Especially with Ragnar coming back to mess with us.” She explained. He was stunned by the mention of this strange individual and started to wonder how they could relate to Lance and Amara in general

“But who is this Ragnar person? And why are they, whoever they are, attacking you and your friends? What does Lance and his father have anything to do with… whatever this is?!” Amara put a hand on his hand to calm him down as his words grew more frantic and his anxiety worsened.

“Relax ok? I’ll tell you everything. But I gotta warn you, it’s a pretty long story.” She responded

“Well it’ll probably take us a while to find them so might as well.” He half joked, leaning back on his plush car, glancing next to Amara whose focus was on the road and barely looking back.

“Very well then. Just don’t tell anything about when I get you back to campus, got it?”

“You got it.” The pair smiled back at each other, the car speeding through the city and far out into the countryside, hoping for something good. Cliff simply sat as Amara explained everything and his worries started to creep in again. But Amara had her thoughts focused on Danja and Lance and could be happening to them

This war was unpredictable

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Tagging: @2hotintheshade @gh0stfl0ra @shandidellamorte @starry-eyed-never-satisfied @spacedoutman @insanityisdivine @elrohare @deeloveskiss @criminallyoverrated @the-hive-main

[sweet-self-indulgence]

A request from @seducemefanficsandheadcanons that I managed to finish before winter is over!

Snow Day

Sam and Mika enjoy the snow together. Some gentle feelings begin to warm their hearts despite the cold weather.

Snow Warning. 6-8 inches expected by tomorrow morning. Anticipate poor road conditions and possible closures.

A funny kind of excitement buzzes in Mika’s chest and pulls at the corners of her mouth as she scrolls through notifications on her phone. I haven’t had a snow day in forever!

A logical part of Mika’s brain is glad for the extra day to catch up on her studies after the whole Malix-and-Diana-trying-to-fuck-up-her-life debacle. A whimsical part of her brain is giddy at the prospect of reliving some of her magical childhood snow day memories. A practical corner of her mind realizes that she’ll just end up wrapped in blankets on the couch, watching TV. All of her can agree on one thing, Mika needs a snow day, and she has to make the most of it.

I should flush an ice cube.

Mika cringes at the thought. Even her most childish side recognizes that the old superstition is stupid, but for some reason she finds herself fetching a tall glass of ice-water from the kitchen.

This is for the nostalgia. Mika fails to convince herself, it’s not like I’m a high school senior who believes in magic.

The thought triggers a snort as the reality of her demonic escapades come crashing to the front of her mind. Whatever, if devils can shoot magic guns at my head, I can wish for a snow day.

Mika can’t tell if it’s wishful thinking when she senses a glimmer of energy in the ice cube as it swirls around the toilet bowl. She blinks and the trace is gone.

--

Mika bolts upright in bed at the first screech of her alarm. Her hands instinctually find her phone on her nightstand and silence the noise. She rubs the sleep from one eye with the heel of her hand while she thumbs through notifications with the other.

A notice from the school district makes her pause. Dear students blah blah blah… due to inclement weather….all activities cancelled…

Mika stops reading and squishes her eyes closed in delight, yesss! She flops back in bed gratefully.

By the time Mika opens her eyes again her room is filled with a bright white light beaming in through the windows.

A grin plasters itself onto her face as Mika darts downstairs. “HEY EVERYONE! IT’S A SNOW—”

Her shout dies on her tongue as she takes in a lone figure at the dining room table, “—day…”

“Uh, yeah. There sure is snow.” Sam’s sarcasm is tempered by his confusion.

Mika finds her enthusiasm again, “Yup! So much snow that the day is cancelled!”

Sam looks at the girl like she grew an extra head, “How can a day be cancelled?”

Her eyes roll dramatically, “All the important stuff is cancelled for the day. Work, school…”

Mika looks around again, failing to locate signs of the other four incubi, “Where is everyone?”

“I guess their days weren’t cancelled.” Sam shrugs as he sips at his coffee.

His eyes dart up at the sudden screech of the chair against the floor as Mika collapses into it. If the incubus didn’t have such demonic senses, he wouldn’t have heard Mika mutter into the table, “But I wished for a snow day.”

Something twists uncomfortably in Sam’s chest. Mika asks for so little, if she wished for something it must be really important. He manages to stow his usual cynicism and ask with genuine curiosity, “Once more with clarity, what exactly is a ‘Snow Day.’”

Mika uncrumples from the table slightly, propping her chin up on her hand with a sigh, “When there’s too much snow it can be unsafe to travel so stuff will close for the day.”

At Sam’s blank expression she continues, “It’s like a free day off! You can’t go to work or school, so you have to stay home and enjoy it.” Her tone turns wistful as she continues, “Suzu, Naomi, and I used to spend all day playing in the snow. We’d refuse to come in until we couldn’t feel our fingers!”

“So… you want to go play with your friends today?”

Sam’s earnest question makes Mika blush, suddenly feeling very childish. “No! Well—maybe… I guess I thought it would be something fun for us—all of us!—to do together. You know, another human-world first.”

He looks almost regretful as Sam breaks it to her, “Mika, we’ve all seen snow before.”

Her blush deepens, “I-I know! I just thought—I mean I can’t imagine you would have had time off from your duties in the demon world and- and your jobs here are so new…”

“Well, I do have the day off. I mean—if I’m enough to do a Snow Day.” Sam’s phone buzzes on the table and he smacks it into the next room without even looking at it.

Mika doubles over in laughter, “Don’t break your phone on my account!”

He pushes back in his chair, looking pointedly away as he mumbles, “S’not a big deal or anything.”

“But, of course you’re enough, Sam,” Mika adds with a grin.

Fuck. Her face- and she said- The demon’s emotions suddenly boil over and he finds himself shouting, “Yeah well, I don’t see what’s so special about snow! It’s cold and dirty and fucking inconvenient!”

His hands slam down on the table as he stands up and starts to storm off. He’s stopped by a hand around his wrist.

“Oh no you don’t!”

--

Mika gnaws on her lip as they bundle up in the foyer. She knows she should probably not resort to bullying Sam into doing whatever she wants, but it’s not like I can actually force him! He’s a demon, supernaturally fast…and strong. Mika’s eyes trace Sam’s back.

She waves away the errant thought, but it’s too late her face is bright red as the mental image of removing all Sam’s layers burns itself into her imagination.

“You sure you need all that stuff; you’re looking pretty warm—”

“Haha yeah! Let’s get outside already!” Mika practically shoves Sam through the door.

The pair shuffle their feet nervously in the slushy walkway for one long awkward moment. Mika finally tears here gaze away from her shoes and breathes a quiet, “Oh wow!”

“Hmm?” Sam follows her gaze. The grounds are covered in a thick blanket of snow, pure white, untouched, and glittering in the morning sun. The world is dazzling and quiet as the faintest flurries continue to fall in the bright morning air, each flake stacking ever higher on every tree branch and fence post.

“See?!” Mika points at the scene before then and turns to stare accusatorily at Sam.

“Ok, fine! It looks a hell of a lot nicer when it’s like that and not all gross!” He kicks his feet in the slush to emphasize his point. “Plus, it won’t stay all pretty like that for long.”

Mika groans, “That’s the point! It’s ephemeral!”

“E— frem—?”

“It means I’m gunna ruin it!” A wicked grin splits across Mika’s face and she’s skipping across the lawn, kicking powder high into the air just to watch it fall back down.

A smile threatens to upset Sam’s stubborn scowl as he watches Mika frolic. I like this version of the view better, the thought sends a dozen butterflies fluttering in his chest.

A thwack in the shoulder followed by a small explosion of snow drags Sam back to reality.

“Come on! You have to help me wreck this!” Mika’s tone waivers on serious as she continues more quietly, “I can’t stand all this perfection.”

“Finally, something I’m good at!” Sam stampedes through the snow, kicking away its polished shell. He makes a show of plowing through a deep snow drift, trying to send it flying as far as possible. When he turns back towards Mika, he’s relieved to see the smile back on her face.

The demon grabs a handful of snow in his glove, aiming  for payback, but the loose snow flutters lamely down  from his outstretched arm.

Mika chuckles at the way his eyebrows knit together in confusion and frustration, “You have to pack it together, like this.” She scrunches some snow between her mittens and chucks it at Sam.

He dodges her attack and bends down to gather his own ammunition in one fluid movement.

He’s so…graceful. Mika really should have had plenty of time to dodge the oncoming snowball, seeing as her eyes were glued to Sam’s every movement. Instead, it smacks her right in the face. The heat of her embarrassment melts through the snow instantly.

“Pfftf! Hey!” She wipes at the stuff still stuck in her hair as Sam whoops victoriously.

Mika starts to pack another snowball, but decides against picking a fight she’s sure to lose. Instead, she aims at the low branches of one of the evergreens dotting the perimeter of the mansion. The projectile shakes the branch, sending all the snow sliding off with a satisfying whump.

“Nice!” Mika hears from behind her before a huge snowball collides with the top of the tree. The timber groans as it sways, then ricochets forward as it sheds the rest of its snow with a heavy thud.

Mika and Sam share wide grins. They harass a few more trees before Mika announces, “Let’s build a snowman!”

“Build? I thought this was about destruction?”

“It can be both!” Mika defends.

She packs a dense snowball and drops it on the ground, gently rolling it along an area they have yet to disturb. As she carefully guides the ball’s path, more and more snow clings to it. Sam watches dubiously as she works, “A big ball?”

“Trust the process!” Mika gripes. “Help me make another one.”

Sam rolls his eyes but starts mirroring her process. His first few attempts disintegrate quickly. Mika tries to intervene, “Here, why don’t I—”

“No! I’m going to get this!” Sam’s face is determined as he squats behind his snowball, shuffling awkwardly forward as he concentrates on rolling it gently.

Mika has to slap her hand over her mouth to keep from giggling. A surprising fondness warms her heart as she watches Sam

Eventually Sam returns, rolling a ball that almost reaches his hips. “Okay, now what?”

“We need one more…” Mika assesses her first attempt and holds out her hands to approximately the middle size between the two, “Yay big.”

Sam nods curtly and attends to his assignment.

Mika matches his serious attitude and wanders towards the tree line in search of the right sticks.

“It’s done!”, Sam calls.

“Okay, go ahead and stack them by size, biggest on the bottom.” Mika returns with her arms full of sticks. “It looks great!”

“… I don’t… get it.” Sam cocks his head to the side as if that would make the mound of snow seem more like a man.

“That’s because it’s missing the finishing touches” Mika inserts two straight sticks into the middle. “See? Arms. Aaaaand…” She stretches out the word as she affixes branches that jut out from the sides of the smallest ball then turn to point upwards. “Horns!” She exclaims once she’s satisfied with their placement.

“Hey!” Sam sputters, red-faced. “That’s not—I don’t—My horns aren’t that big!”

“I had to make it obvious that it’s a snow demon” Mika grabs her phone from her pocket, furiously snapping pictures of Sam with their creation.

“Oh, that gives me an idea!” Mika suddenly grabs Sam’s hand and pulls him towards the last patch of untouched snow.

Sam’s too busy staring at her pink mittens wrapped around his gray gloves to put up a fight.

She turns her back to the snow patch and spreads her arms wide, encouraging Sam to do the same, “Like this ,and then you gotta fall back okay? 1…2…3!”

They land flat on their backs in the snow. Mika windmills her arms and legs furiously for a few seconds.

“…uhhh”

“Now get up carefully, don’t make any more tracks.”

Too confused to question, Sam does as he’s told.

Mika delicately kneels in the imprint of Sam’s body.

He stares at her smaller form within his outline, some kind of protective instinct curling in his chest.

 She reaches up towards the head and traces his horns into the snow with the tip of her mitten.

“There!” She brushes the snow off her legs as she stands to admire her handiwork, “A snow angel—” she gestures to her imprint, “—and a snow demon.”

The real demon’s stomach does a funny little flip-flop under his ribs at the sight of the snow creatures. A matched set, somehow, despite being from different words.

After a long moment of staring, Mika suddenly shivers violently.

Sam smirks at her, “Yeah, I bet getting your ass covered in snow makes you cold… doofus.”

His words lack their normal bite. When he raps his knuckles against Mika’s forehead, the gentle touch melts her inside. Mika can only gaze up at him with red cheeks.

“C-come on! Let’s get you warmed up!” It’s Sam’s turn to grab her hand as he leads her back towards the front door. I think I’m going to like snow days.

[luckydicekirby]

have decided tv expanse can do whatever it wants after seeing amos pull a gun on holden and look to naomi for permission to shoot him. hell yeah brother

[suneslvr]

GRAPES OF WRATH. - Samuel T. Owen (Sato )

🎧 listening to - concrete jungle (bad omens)

CONTENT. - heavy themes of manipulation, sexual themes (consensual and non consensual ), mind break, humiliation (non-sexual), broken bones, yandere/obsessive behavior, unknown character death, infantilization, gun play, violence & murder, age difference, terrorism’

…

The theory of immortality is confusing.

The idea that a living, breathing, human, can overcome the disease that is death is one that many have left to their imaginations.

To be human, to be alive - is to die. The process of your cells breaking down, once your heart beats one last time, is a fate which many of us will soon know. A fate that all organisms have known. Whether their heart stops beating or not.

So, what do we call these … Agins?

They simply cannot be human, they disregard every human being’s greatest goal. “death” but they were born human weren’t there? raised as a human? Speak like we do, eat like we do, is it a mimicry? Have they been faking the traits that all humans know? For what purpose?

so many questions.

They build up in the mind like a ticking time bomb, keeping you from doing the simplest of tasks. - Ever since you saw the news that faithful day.

A young reporter, one that even looked slightly like you. Stood in-front of what looked like a mental hospital. You and your friends gathered in front of the tv inside your friend’s little bedroom, watching in silence as the reporter confirmed that there are beings out there, who have defeated death. That one of them, resembling a human, a man, tall, dark, and almost cute had escaped one of these facilities that was meant to hold them. With the help of one of their other “Agin” buddies.

The confusion clouded like gas, thick. With an abundance of questions. Your friend was the first speak out, Naomi, the owner of the little room you sat in.

“I gotta call my parents! this has to be fake!” she said fumbling with her phone as she stood up.

“Nah, I don’t think it is,” Chloe started, they wouldn’t put a prank like this on national tv.” You shook your head in agreement,

“hopefully uhm, they catch them soon?” your voice comes out unsure, not helping with Naomi sopratic behavior.

“I hope they don’t.” Chloe leans back on her chair, pulling out her phone. “Who knows what they did to him in that lab, probably ran all types of experiments.”

Only if you knew the end of it.

Only if they had shown a photo of the Agins on that faithful day, the dark man who had escaped wasn’t the villain in your story, just another player on a chess board played by a wannabe god.

And the wannabe god was certainly was close to it.

He didn’t even bother tying your hands up the first time he laid you in that thin metal bed, you were stripped of your clothes, only left in a pair of pink cotton underwear and fluffy socks. He had laughed when you offered him money, combed his hands through your hair, when you tried to beg for your freedom, wondering why you were in that predicament in the first place.

The first night was your only night of peace, when you think about it. Waking up the next morning to the sound of playful shooting games and the heaviness of your swollen eyes. Slowly blinking open to the sight of a metal warehouse.

“your awake now sleepyhead?” He only glimpsed up at you from his chair. His constant clicking keeping his attention off of you.

The first thing you had thought of was how strange this whole situation was. Who was this strange man? Why hasn’t he even looked up at you! were you going to die? was he going to sell you off as meat to some old men around the world? Or is this some type of sex slave thing?!

Like he can read your thoughts, he sits up and stands next to you. Every nerve, muscle and bone in your body quakes at you to run. Flight or flight kicking in as your hand bunch up the much softer blankets below.

“your probably very confused right now? I’m not one for monologues but I uh don’t watch you to be to scared.” he’s much taller than you, now that you can see him up close and not under the dark moonlight. Much bigger too, more masculine than any man you’d ever seen. Older as well. But you can’t tell his actual age, not from the contrast of his face to his body.

You wouldn’t stand a chance.

“You’ll be staying here for a while with me, won’t worry I won’t keep you separated for long, I even had the bedsheets changed to be more comfortable.”

he pulls a piece of loose hair behind your ear, in an almost sappy way. Like in those romantic drama you used to love so much.

“I wouldn’t run either, I wouldn’t want to have to break one of your pretty arms, right baby?” You externally cringe at the pet name . The expression washing over your face. “I uh… sorry, I’m not used to this.” He looks almost… embarrassed? But that’s not the correct term. Almost pitiful, you would say. He even washes his hands over his face dramatically as he left you there on the bed. Fully unrestrained.

And you sat there. Unrestrained for days. Months probably. By yourself in a room. With nothing but the uncertainty and confusion of your situation.

In reality it had only been two weeks, The only human interaction was with that creepy old man and the quiet ginger who brings you food. The only time you’ve really spoken was with the latter, it was on one of the days where your fate weighed heavy on you. Your eyes becoming swollen and you couldn’t help but sob into yourself. The thin man had happened to come in around meal time, pushing a plate of rice and soup onto your dresser.

“Uh-uhm. Are you okay?”

He came up behind you, hesitant to touch you in your state.

“Hey I get it- I felt powerless before too. But trust me, Satos only going to help you!”

Sato.

The only real thing you took from that conversation.

Sato is the one who took you away from your life to put you in a playhouse with only metal walls, a bed and a tv.

And you thought the boredom was the extent of your problems.

The boredom that soon rotted away with the presence of the same man, the one you thought was too scared to even show himself around you.

“Whew I’m beat.” He starts.

You blink up. your body clutching around the covers in your defenseless state.

It takes you a second to adjust but you wish you hadn’t.

You certainly wish you hadn’t seen him covered in blood, his overalls stained with scent of ash and crimson.

You jump up, your bodies instincts failing you once again as he grabs you.

“Chill..” he whispers as he holds you down, his voice deep and low, your stomach filling over as his scent overtakes your being.

“what happened?” You manage to cough out, your voice seeming unrecognizable even to yourself, not even realizing why you asked the question.

“aww are you worried about me? Most of this blood was mine, so I guess you’re not far off.” He chuckles like he isn’t pressing you down into the bed. You quickly shake your head.

“Why would I be worried about you?!” You ask, with more venom than intended. “You’ve kept me locked up here like some patient!”

he’s not stunned by your outburst, not at all. Only laughing as he presses his head into your neck.

“Do you miss being outside?”

The words shock you more than his actions do, you don’t make a sound, however, shaking your head with less hesitance than you wished.

“How about we make a deal then?” He waits a moment before starting. He starts without words, with a kiss actually. A soft kiss to the soft of your neck. It’s sensitive, not from anything sexual but from the lack of human touch. “Don’t fight me, and I’ll let you outside?”

You’ve been bidding your time for a while. Every time he waltzed into your room. And laid in your bed without words, playing his little games or fumbling with the controller. You knew you couldn’t beat him, you knew that there was something different about him that ruined your chance of your body even trying to fight him. Now that it’s confirmed, with both his body language and the stains of blood he lays in, that If he tells the truth, this might be your only way out.

But actions speak louder than words. So commences. You were unsure if you’d let him rape you if he’d wanted to, but you were unsure if that would even be considered rape. Especially if you moan whenever his harsh lips meet your skin, sucking red and blue bruises into it. His knees in between your thighs as you held onto his blood-riddled shirt. You would almost hump his leg if let alone for another week.

“Have you had your first kiss yet?” He says softly, his voice is still so deep, and almost exhilarating as he grinds his knee against your clit.

“N-no” you whimper out, and he laughs at you again, it’s probably his favorite thing to do, giggle at your expressions or your cries.

The memory after it, kinda flutters in your mind. But he definitely keeps his promises.

Letting you outside to watch the buzzing city life. Not without the repayment of your body, not always sexual but your time as well.

Listening to him yap away about his video game rants. His playful energy would be almost delightful to be around if not your predicament. And the more time you spent with the others, the more your head cleared from the delirious state he had previously kept you in. Now gathering pieces of your old self.

Your old mind and humanity.

He loves to keep you entertained, wresting as a form of foreplay, before he ripped the peices of clothes he was hesitant to give you in the first place, (until he remembered that if you were to be around others, you had to be some-way decent). You could even inflict damage that would surely leave a scar, and as long as it lasted you found yourself using your full strength against him. Always to end up face down, with him whispering the filthiest things in your ear and his large hands creating bruises around your hips.

The constant drive in your mind grew as soon as you found out what his true nature was.

Which happened in a way, most might deem comical.

You were sitting in a larger room with two of Satos friends, unnamed and unimportant when a familiar face walked right through the door. Not familiar in the way as someone you would’ve known but someone you had wished to avoid in your normal life.

Tanaka.

An agin.

A creature. One that couldn’t be considered human, who broke all laws that surrounded human nature,

Your body had been conditioned around blood and violence, consistently filtering out the names of government officials, high towers that were continently destroyed on the news the next day, or the room, the constant location switches, the metal door which you had believed wasn’t filled with guns and weapons of war .

Everything clicking in your mind, from the first time you saw Tanakas escape to when they had bombed a pharmacy and Sato had turned off the tv before you had the chance to only see the familiar gray hair and thick eyebrows, in your heart maybe you’ve even heard his name before!

How could you be so stupid!

So stupid to believe that everything had an explanation that you didn’t need to be told. That all you had to focus on was gaining Satos trust even if that mean cockwarming through long matches of his games. All of it was for nothing because the people you had sat along with, were a different version of monster.

And before you knew it, your barefooted feet, were hitting the metal of a door; locking yourself in with only two ways out. A locked back entrance and the door you had just came out of. Even that escape was lucky, you didn’t know what they were capable of! And now that you’ve locked the door, what will they do to you? But it won’t matter because you won’t be there to find out! Throwing yourself, slamming your fist until their dark and blood. You don’t even get to savor the satisfaction of getting the door open.

Only him. A known terrorist, someone you’ve let violate you, even after he took you from your home, and killed all of those people!

but it’s not time to wallow! You try and push past him the best you can. Small fists being gripped and pushed behind your back, but you continue to struggle, to fight, to kick and push and headbutt. To scream and wallow and cry like the first time you were brought here, like after the first time he had kissed you and stolen your innocence. But it’s all useless.

As soon as the others get the door open, you’re pinned to the floor; your arm snapped in half and your eyes clenched shut in pain.

“Such a sorry sight, almost kinda feel bad for her,”

He doesn’t even speak; no response but another laugh. One that rings in your ear at the sound of your arm snapping,

Snap, and his laugh,

As he carried you back to another room.

Snap and his laugh,

As he stripped away your clothes until you laid naked on the cold floor,

Snap and his laugh,

Is all that replays when he finally mounts you, and doesn’t stop until there’s blood.

Snap and his laugh.

As he toys with you, throughout the days.

But maybe this feels better than before,

Knowing you’re not letting this happen, that you fought and lost.

That you didn’t enjoy the constant jokes and conversation.

Or enjoy him in anyway. That you weren’t craving his attention and touch on particularly cold night. Praying no God could hear you moan out his name as he spelled his name with his tongue.

Or enjoy his comfort. That you didn’t bat an eye when he told you not to worry about all the bad things he did.

You knew it all along and him being an Agin wasn’t the breaking point.

It feels good knowing that they laugh at you and believe your weak, that they can hear when your moans mix with cries when you call him a monster he forces a gun inside your little hole,

It feels good knowing that you’re helpless and it’s not your fault.

The confusion of it all wipes away, you won’t ever be pliant, you think. Only a mixture of sorrow under the rough hands of the man who shapes you, someone who couldn’t be considered a human, even though he acts, talks and sounds like him. No human would ever treat you like this, or be so cruel, to pretend like you love a real human girl, but all of it is lies, you lie to yourself to feel better about your delirium, to mend the cloud that forms whenever you whisper back “i love you toos”,

A sick joke, played out by an even sicker thought .

[that-was-anticlimactic]

Ouu okay okay how about kunikida + another character of your choosing and "Where exactly do you think you're going?"

i spun a bsd character wheel, and it landed on tachihara!

Tachihara quietly closes the door to Jun's door behind him and lets out of a soft breath of relief.

"Where exactly do you think you're going?"

He freezes, then slowly turns around to see Kunikida with his arms crossed.

Da.mn, of all the people to catch him, it just had to be the one with a major stick up his a.ss, huh?

"Hey, man," he says, slowly raising his hands. "I was just, uh, dropping something off."

"This early?" Kunikida raises a brow.

"Yup." He pops his 'p'. "I'm an early riser. So, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way--"

Just as Tachihara is about to book it, he sees Kunikida's eyes land on his neck. His very bruised neck. His neck that is covered in bite marks and hand prints that he plans to cover up when he gets back to his place.

"If you think that's bad, you should see the other guy," he blurts out.

Kunikid's eyes widen, and Tachihara thinks now would be a good time to pass out or, perhaps, keel over a die.

"Sh.it."

"Sh.it indeed."

"Look, dude, we really don't need to get into this, okay? It's perfectly natural for enemies to hook up every once in awhile. The whole fighting this is sexy sometimes! Sue me!"

Kunikida does not seem impressed.

"Gah, look. Just... please don't tell anyone, okay? He isn't ready to be out yet and he's terrified of disappointing you so--"

"Tachihara-kun."

His mouth snaps shut.

"I'm not..." Kunikida drags a hand down his face. "I'm not disappointed. Just surprised and... just don't let it get in the way of work and for the love of God, please make sure Kenji-kun and Kyouka-kun don't walk into... anything."

Oh thank GOD.

"That won't happen, trust me. We usually do it at my place but Naomi-chan is away for the week, which you obviously know, and there's something kinda hot about sneaking around here."

Kunikida wrinkles his nose.

"I don't want to... whatever. Does Naomi-chan know?"

"Heh, no. Not yet, anyways."

Kunikida nods. "That's probably for the best. She's really smart, though. Dazai trained her for a bit, and Ranpo has taken her under his wing. It won't be a secret for long."

"Yeah, we kinda figured." He scratches the back of his neck. God, this is awkward.

The silence starts to get to him, and, because Tachihara has no impulse control, apparently, he snorts and says: "What you aren't going to threaten to kill me or anything?"

A slow grin starts slinking up Kunikida's face. "I don't see the point in wasting my time when I know that Naomi-chan will threaten you in a most effective manner."

Kunikida clears his throat before Tachihara can properly process the threat and adjusts his collar (but not before Tachihara sees a patch of yellow and purple...) and bows. "I trust you can see yourself out."

"Yes, sir, I can!"

He's not about to refuse the out Kunikida so graciously gave him, so he shoots Kunikida with finger guns and bolts down the hall calling, "Seeya!"

[the-somewhat-rambling-reviewer]

Thoughts on Season 6, Episode 8, Exodus

And Lydia still wasn't killed. Sigh.

I did love most of June's speech. Rape is rape, and none of them deserved what was done to them.

I just didn't agree that Lydia knew better, and I was sort of on her side when she told June not to presume what was in her heart. Because, yeah, Lydia is a slut-shaming, rape-enabling, sadistic monster. She does, or did, I lean towards does, believe "her girls" deserved to be whipped, burnt, slapped, verbally humiliated, etc. She believed/believes them being raped, forced through pregnancy and birth, and having their babies stolen was all good in God's eyes.

One weird thing I've never gotten is how attached she became to Janine in later seasons. She tried to have Janine stoned. She cut out the tongue of the person who spoke out and convinced the others not to.

I loved Phoebe being fully ready to stab Lydia. Pity that guardian popped up to stop her.

I was surprised said guardian just let Lydia let them go.

Onto the wedding, I twitched at SJ's train on the floor. Why didn't she have someone carrying it?

This actually isn't anything against SJ. I twitch every time a bride on TV has a train on the floor.

For the things against SJ, she's still the same hypocritical, self-deluded person she always is.

Really, June could have been kinder?

June saved her from a fire. June helped deliver her baby. June even showed up after Immigration took her to prison. The one thing I still call what the hell to, pushing her baby out of a train, is the one thing she explicitly doesn't hold against June.

Whereas, she physically, verbally, psychologically, and emotionally abused June, raped June and Nick, raped pregnant June with Fred, kidnapped June's baby, kidnapped June, and then, made as if she were going to shoot June with a gun she knew was loaded. And I'm sure I've missed something.

I don't know why, but I really liked the shot of Nick helping a pregnant Rose walk to the pew and sit down.

Nick ordaining was weird.

I found it funny how Larry encouraged Naomi to have more cake. If it weren't Larry, I'd be concerned, but I fully believe he just wanted some peace once they got home.

At most, he's going to kill her, which I doubt, but is a possibility.

However, he won't sexually assault her. A low bar for men in this show, but it is what is.

I did like Wharton carrying SJ over the threshold.

I'm not sure how much I buy this conflict happening this early. Wharton was good at manipulating SJ. I kind of expected him to keep up the pretense just a little longer. He knew she'd react badly to a handmaid.

On another note, him being a high commander makes him somewhat exempt, but the rules of Gilead are: A married commander who hasn't been able to conceive with his wife for a certain amount of time can be eligible for a handmaid. Like Lydia started to protest last episode before she found out it was Janine, the horrible, now-dead commander and his wife just recently got married.

Was it Wharton at the end sleeping?

I could have sworn it was Nick, and I was wondering if June gave the order for him to be spared or not. But then, thinking about it, he and pregnant Rose wouldn't have a handmaid in their house unless, maybe, they were hosting a couple who had one or one just broke in.

So, I think it was Wharton, but it sure looked like Nick.

Thank you to everyone who read.

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BSD: An Absurdist Analysis - Chapter 4

Shinsoukoku's first encounter

[Masterpost]

We begin in the middle of Atsushi’s first encounter with Akutagawa, and Higuchi starts shooting at Atsushi and Tanizaki, but Naomi shields her brother.

Now I didn’t really talk about the Tanizaki siblings in the last post partially because I was focused on Akutagawa’s introduction and partially because they’re fucking weird and I try not to think about them too often. That being said, they’re relevant now so I guess I gotta talk about these two people who I hope are not genuinely siblings and just have an incest fetish — which I will specify is still not great, but at least its better than them literally being siblings!

Anyway, I mention the incest thing because… well, it’s absurd. Everyone who is not the two in question is made pretty uncomfortable by it, and even though its played for comedy most of the time, for both Naomi and Tanizaki, their affection for one another spurs them to take action in an absurdist way. 

Naomi, despite not being the ability user of the pair, takes the bullets. Although we know as people who have read BSD that she does this likely knowing that Yosano will be able to heal her, there’s no guarantee of that, and a first-time reader definitely wouldn’t know that. To the reader and even to Akutagawa and Higuchi, Naomi stepped in during a seemingly hopeless situation, even though her actions were likely to only temporarily help. 

Luckily, Tanizaki uses his ability against Higuchi until Akutagawa steps in and easily takes him down. 

Then, we’re left with Akutagawa and Atsushi alone (after Akutagawa slaps Higuchi across the face… not one of his better moments).

For all intents and purposes, Atsushi should have no chance right now. He doesn’t really know how to use his ability, Tanizaki and Naomi are both down and Akutagawa is set up as this ruthless, dangerous, and basically unstoppable force. 

Akutagawa begins the interaction by claiming that Atsushi just hurts everyone around him, sending the latter into an anxious spiral until Tanizaki tries to tell him to run, alerting him to the fact that he and Naomi are still alive and cementing his determination.

At this point in the story, Atsushi only lives for other people, not himself, and this will be his driving force for a while, though his experiences will eventually begin to undo that mentality. It is after this that he decides to fight back against Akutagawa, despite the odds. 

Akutagawa even kind of calls him out on his absurdist behavior, having full knowledge of his own reputation and skills and the apparent likelihood that he would succeed over Atsushi. “Dying for justice…? How cliché,” he says disdainfully.

Atsushi steals his gun and then tries to fire at Akutagawa, but then he reveals that Rashoumon can protect him from bullets and dismembers Atsushi’s leg. Once again, we’re put in a position where it feels pretty much impossible for Atsushi to win, and he is launched into a flashback from his time at the orphanage. He reflects on the fact that he’s been spurned since birth, but even so he continues to fight back. 

So, despite being terrified of his own ability and its potential to hurt other people, Atsushi makes use of it in this moment in order to rebel.

And that’s what absurdity is all about, the act of revolt against what is unfair in life. Atsushi having to face Akutagawa as an opponent right now is wild, for all the reasons I stated earlier, but because Atsushi refuses to give in and accept his own death (even if its because he wants to protect other people rather than himself), he is able to protect himself long enough for Tanizaki and Dazai to stop the fight, and he survives. 

Dazai reveals that his absurdly forward flirtatious behavior from the prior chapter actually enabled him to plant a bug on Higuchi, implying that she suspected her from the very beginning. Higuchi argues that the Port Mafia will decimate the Armed Detective Agency if they don’t hand over Atsushi, emphasizing how large the mafia is and how much control they’ve got. I’ll I will say about this for now is that basically this won’t happen because the agency continues to survive and succeed through the power of absurdism, basically. 

Oh, also? Dazai is revealed to be a defected member of the Port Mafia! But I’ve already talked about his defection and Oda, so I don’t feel the need to reiterate all of that, I just wanted to note that this is when this fact is revealed, and it’s revealed by Akutagawa. I will talk more about Akutagawa’s obsession with Dazai when it becomes more directly relevant. 

That’s the conclusion of this chapter! I do want to mention that going forward Atsushi and Akutagawa’s relationship is going to become increasingly important because they’re essentially the conflict of an absurdist versus a nihilist, and we certainly see the foundations of it in these first few chapters.

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Beyond the Gates: Character Impressions

I'm into week 2 of CBS new powerhouse soap, Beyond the Gates, and wanted to do a little write up of how I feel about each character!

Vernon Dupree - Initially I liked you, the family patriarch, but the way you used the Dupree power to (initially) have the police write off Dani's bad conduct at Bill & Hayley's wedding kinda turned me off. Dropping to the investigating officer at the wedding shoot out that you play golf with the Chief of Police to smooth things over is gross - be better.

Anita Dupree - The family matriarch is probably my FAVORITE Dupree. She doesn't take any noise - even from Dani! She stands up for what is right and makes sure her voice is heard and she has common sense. She also has a fashion sense that is fire 🔥🔥.

Dani (Ex-Hamilton) Dupree - Oh, Dani. Dani, Dani, Dani...I both adore you and want to strangle you. Drawing a gun at your ex-husband's wedding was bonkers and trying to walk off like it was no big deal doubly so. But I also understand why you're so hurt and upset and your hook ups with Andre are solid gold. You just need to get over Bill, but after the most recent episode (3/10/25) I think we're STILL a long way off from that.

Bill Hamilton - You're trash and you know you're trash. You don't deserve Dani, you don't deserve Hayley, you don't deserve anything to be honest. You know whatever it is Martin did and gleefully use it to torture Vernon and Anita and make them dance to your tune. You forced Dani to quit modeling to be your wife and now you're trying to get Hayley to quit her job to be your wife. You torment your daughters on top of all that. You're my second least favorite character.

Naomi (Hamilton) Hawthorne - It's hard to like you? Mainly because of how you treated your husband on the latest episode. Jacob was just doing his job. I agree, he probably should have warned you, but still. You're so uncompromising. I'm hoping your character is improved as we go on.

Jacob Hawthorne - You are a good sweet boy. You do your best to do a terrible job (police officer) and deal with a wild family. I love you.

Chelsea Hamilton - GIRL. You are WILD! A lover of threesomes? A model trying to sell purses? A girl who accidently livestreams her Mom pulling a gun out at her ex-husband's wedding? I adore you! Never feel bad, dear girl.

Hayley (Lawson) Hamilton - Okay, listen, hear me out. I feel bad for her. Don't get me wrong - she royally fucked up. She hooked up with her best friend's (Naomi) dad and hurt a whole lot of people. But I have a hard time not believing she was gaslit/groomed into it somehow. I also feel like Bill is going to screw her over just like he screws over everyone else. He's going to try and make her give up agency just so she can be his wife. She needs to run. Also - and this is just a sidebar - sometimes she have dem boobies on display like a pair of baked bread loaves and I'll be honest, I'm here for it.

Nicole (Dupree) Richardson - My second favorite Dupree character who occasionally battles her mother for my favorite Dupree character. You're so calm and collected. It's a shame I'm not a fan of your husband, your son, OR your daughter. You deserve so much better than what's around you.

Ted Richardson - You know what you did, Ted. Or better yet, know WHO you did (Leslie). It's a shame that under your nice guy exterior you're sort of the worst. Paying off a woman to hide an affair? C'mon now...you don't deserve Nicole.

Kat Richardson - Kat? Honestly? On the first episode, I thought you were your cousin's, Chelsea's, girlfriend. I wish you were that, because as her cousin, it's great you're friends and you want to start your own business, but you're SUCH A SNOB. It's not that you're wrong about Eva - far from it, but you do it in the nastiest Mean Girl fashion possible. Ripping on her clothes and her looks? You awful and I look forward to bad things happening to you. You don't deserve Nicole.

Martin Richardson - Martin, you are my least favorite character. I mean, Bill is trash, but at least he's pretty honest about it? You cover it up with platitudes and bullshit. Your husband, Smitty, has done so much for you and you have the attitude of 'Oh, just stay home and take care of our kids! You don't need to go back to your old job!' Not to mention your anger management issues that are being covered up by your grandparents because you probably attempted to murder someone OR murdered someone and succeeded. You're the worst. You don't deserve Nicole.

Bradley 'Smitty' Richardson - Why did you marry Martin?!? I feel like he doesn't respect you and just used you to raise the kids or something. If you want to go back to being a reporter, do it. If you want to find a better husband, do that too.

Andre Hamilton - You are a huge whore and I like it. Your hook-ups with Dani are hot and I'm digging your potential new friendship with Eva. Do not go for Ashley - that girl is as dry as an unused tampon. You deserve better.

Ashley Morgan - My god are you boring. You literally bring nothing to the table. You're a nurse. That's it. You are about as fun to watch as seeing someone put up drywall. I don't dislike you, but I don't like you either. Hopefully you'll get interesting at some point, but I doubt it.

Derek Baldwin - Somehow you are even more boring than Ashley, your girlfriend. You're a firefighter and I know this isn't kind, but I kinda hope you die in a fire. Then I'll be spared from seeing your boring ass on my screen.

Eva Thomas - You poor misguided girl. Your crazy ass Mom has you wrapped up in a revenge plot that is going off the rails and Kat is a total bitch to you. I hope somehow, someway, you get out and get good things.

Leslie Thomas - You are insane and I'm over the moon for you. Mainly because you bring the opera to this soap! I'm not a fan of how you lie and are (no doubt) gaslighting your daughter Eva, but you are so out of mind bonkers it's hard not to love you. Every good soap needs an unhinged character and boy, are you delivering! Feel free to go even crazier.

Vanessa McBride and Doug McBride - You're a couple and you're both in the same boat of being here but not particularly enthralling. Vanessa, you're cheating on him. Doug, you have a gambling problem. Hopefully these threads will pay off but right now they're just sort of...there.

And that's it, folks! That's how I feel about the characters! Feel free to let me know what you think!

[the-stray-liger]

I really like the Gun Sniper, cuz I feel like it would make a good zoid for like traveling around with. Idk if that's actually true but I wanna pal around the desert in my giant mech velociraptor that can shoot people from far away and also we're best friends.

Also the Lightning Saix cuz it's a big sharp cat and has a silly name, what the hell is a Saix? Idk it sounds badass tho

Gun Sniper is so fun! I love a sniper and I love red so Naomi's GS was always a fav

And Lightning Saix is so cool!! I feel like it lives up to the name

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hmmm...excluding yosano and kyouka, who is your favourite bsd girl character?

Favorite characters in general is always a tough one for me, but I'll ramble about a few of the girlies because I just adore them.

Absolute favorite is probably Kouyou, hands down. She's just really interesting to me. She has this past of dreams being shot down, but she now has enough power she could probably leave the mafia if she wanted to, but has found her own place there now. She's not the scared little girl that ran away anymore. In a way, she's content there. She didn't want to see Kyouka get broken down the same way she did, and again. If Kouyou found her footing in the mafia, couldn't Kyouka be happy there too? (The answer is no. Some flowers bloom in darkness, but not all, of course.) In a way she kind of parallels Verlaine and Kyouka with Chuuya, where in trying not to let their younger mirrors experience the same pain they did, they're inflicting a whole new set of violence and agony on them instead. And so the cycle repeats. She... kind of sucks, but she's so interesting and has really muddied motivations and morals that I love to unpack.

Gin is nonbinary in my heart, but since as far as canon goes she's a girl, I'll include her because I love her very much. Especially Beast!Gin, who's the most functional out of any mafia character in that damn novel. Shout out to her specifically for keeping her shit (mostly) together. I love her in the normal universe too, though. She's not overshadowed by being Akutagawa's little sister, she's managed to carve her own path. Especially as someone so surrounded by powerful ability users, she's so impressive. It takes a truly incredible assassin to hold your own in that kind of world, and she does far more than just hold her own. She's intelligent and resourceful and still manages to have a life for herself outside of the mafia, too. Good for her.

In the realm of ability-less younger siblings: Naomi. I'll be honest her canon character gives me hives whenever her brother is around and I try to ignore, well, you know. But when you look at her actions, that girl is damn intelligent and crafty. And has the potential to be a masterful manipulator. She's not the ditz she pretends she is, and I'd love to see more of her resourcefulness one day. She's clever. She picks up on things. I like her as her own character and hope she can stop being the butt of a joke long enough to see her skills put to use.

I can't talk about girls without my favorite girlboss girlfail Higuchi. I just love her in general. You know that post about girls feeling more confident/better in general when they have a sword in their hand? I feel like thats Higuchi with her guns. We've seen her show skill with multiple arms with ease, she can bait people into a trap no problem, is a dedicated and trusted mafia member, and if she could work on her self confidence as an independent operative could be something so so special (even though she already is.) She cares about people. But she's also so shoot-first-ask-questions-later that she messes it up. She definitely reads trashy romance novels in her free time and I hope she has the time to reread all her favorites. Adore her.