#and by spicy i mean that punches are gonna be thrown

[childrenofcain-if]

is kyle a one off side character i tried searching the blog to find anything about who this is but couldn't 🔍

oh no, they’re not an RO but can be a fling option. you’ll definitely meet them again in all the routes to make the situations a little bit spicy 👀

[tamakissimp]

K.B- here to stay

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Bakugou wasn’t the only captive the league of villains had, you were one too. A captive they took for your quirk; drinking just a drop of your blood could heal any injury. After being rescued, you and Bakugou got separated. But not for long.

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: fem!reader pronouns (used once) kidnapping, blood, knife, fluffy ending, captivity, cursing

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟚𝟛𝟡𝟟

request: anon - Hi! I saw requests were open, could you please write a scenario for Bakugou, where during his time kidnapped by the lov, they had another captive. A girl who is his age, but she has been there for a few months. The reason why she is there is because of her quirk. Her blood can heal others, all they need to do is drink some of it, the bigger the injury the more blood. They are saved together but then separated. It’s been two years of no contact when Bakugou goes to recovery girl to find the same girl who was a captive now learning under recovery girl. They hit it off. Hi please?

You're a hallucination his mind made up, Bakugou is sure of it. A bright imagine his mind made up to keep himself from going insane. You're too pure to be in such a shit-filled place as the league's hideout.

Though the chains shackled tightly around your ankles say differently. The bloodstains on the ground scream that you’re here. The various scars and wounds that those villain bastards put on you prove you're real. Your arms gently wrapping around Bakugou's shaking body convince him that you're real.

 You're here, you're real and you're hurt. Hurt because he can't keep those bastard's hands of you. Though you never fret about it.

Bakugou screams his throat raw every moment he can as league members do as much as breath in his direction. Even their muzzles can keep his mouth shut. Though you never say a word when they plunge syringe after syringe into your skin. Tears never roll down your cheeks as they cut your skin up to their liking.

He wonders if you ever were rebellious. If there was a time when you kicked and screamed at the villainous hands reaching towards you. All he knows is your time with him. The times in which you would gently gather the blood seeping from your fresh wounds onto your thumb and stick it into his mouth. The times in which you forced your quirk on him, even if he bit down harshly on your fingers. Just so he could have a chance at recovering before Shigaraki ordered a new wave of pain onto him.

All he knows are the nights - or days, time grows weird when you're kidnapped - when you're running your hands through his hair. The nights at which you promise him that someone will rescue him. Even if no one has tried to do during your imprisonment. You promise him that you will get out here so he can show you the friends he's been telling you about.

"Denki, you'll-you'll love him," he says. His voice cracks. Either from sadness or the amount of screaming he has done today, he doesn't know or care. "He's stupi- I mean, he's kind. A fucking goofball.".

You hum at him as you continue to play with his spiky hair. You like to imagine that it's normally soft. Soft and bouncy. But now it's matted by sweat and crusted bits of blood. That and facts that it hasn't been washed for well over a week.

"And Kirishima," Bakugou continues. He thinks back on the times spent with his friends. Times were they dragged him along to go on stupid adventures. Times were they laughed their ass off for no reason. He hated this times back then but he yearns for them now.

"He's great. He's kind. A-And he's sweet. The type of guy to be everyone's friend. The type of guy....to be a hero.". Tears roll down his cheeks at his words.

A hero. It's hard to imagine himself being one now. He can't even handle being kidnapped by some low life bastards without breaking down.

"I can't wait to meet them," you whisper back. "We'll get spicy pork noodle together, yeah?". Bakugou nods. You'll get out of here, both of you. You're going to get out of here and he's going to take you to a stupid mall to eat some goddamn noodles.

You continue to play with his hair. Running his locks through your fingers while humming subconsciously. The soft movements lul Bakugou into a sleepy state. His body grows warm and his eyes grow droopy. "We'll do that," he whispers before letting his eyes fully close.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Dabi's burning hand wraps around your arm. Red indents in the shape of the pads of his fingers get pushed into your skin. Screams erupt from your throat.

"Don't be so fucking annoying," Shigaraki spits out. You simply shake your head as sobs wreck through your body. Dabi's hands warm up further, excelling boiling point. You scream again.

Dabi's free hand lifts to slap your cheek harshly. The red handprint on your skin makes pride swell up in the bastard's chest. Finally, Dabi's burning hand unwraps itself from your arm.

He lets you curl into yourself, carefully cradling your burned arm. "Just give us some fucking blood," Shigaraki says he as walks away from his place in the shadows.

Dabi steps aside to make room for his boss. Shigaraki slowly crouches down in front of you. You keep your eyes trained on the chains secured tightly around your ankles. Fucking bastard.

Suddenly, four of Shigaraki's cold fingers wrap around your neck, forcing you to look at him. Crazed eyes and cracked skin look back at you. He expected you to beg for forgiveness. For you to fall to your knees and beg for your life. Instead, you stare at him with lifeless eyes.

"You better cooperate with us. You don't want to piss off the end boss," he says. His wobbly voice makes you want to cut his tongue out. Since that isn't an option, you opt for the next best thing; spitting in his voice.

Shigaraki stumbles back a bit like a thick glob of spit runs down his nose, hitting his upper lip. He roughly wipes the spit off his face as you give him a shit-eating grin. "Suck. My. Dick," you say.

Within a second, he has you turned around. Your cheek is planted firmly against the cold, stone wall as your arm is bent in a painful angle. "Crispy, give me a fucking knife," Shigaraki says while making grabby hands towards Dabi.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you here the man behind you shuffle around. Screams rip through your throat as you feel the cold edge of a knife press harshly into your skin. Drops of blood audibly hit the floor. Maybe complying would be easier.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

The chair is always the worst. You can't speak to him, you can't help him. All you can do is look at him while he trashes against the restrains. All you can do is long to touch him while a muzzle covers his face.

You cower away in the corner. Any rattling Bakugou's chains make only cause you to curl into yourself more. You wrap your arms around yourself in pseudo protectiveness.

Broken whispers of apologies fall of your tongue along with whimpers. Bakugou's screams are still more than audible even with the thick metal covering his mouth.

He must be scared, of course, he is. He told you about that glob monster that had pushed itself into his throat. Did the muzzle remind him of that? It must have. Otherwise, he would be aggressive, rather than scared.

"I'm sorry," you repeat time and time again. You can't even remember if it was your fault. Though it most likely was, it always is.

It's smart of the league you, you have to give them that. Punishing someone else. Playing mind games like they always do. They could have just roughed you up a bit. Thrown a few punches and left it at that. But punishing Bakugou instead of you, that's fucked up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.". The meaningless words bounce through the room. I'm sorry won't get Bakugou out of that chair. It won't even calm him down. Maybe it'll scare him even further.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Salvation is supposed to taste sweet. It's supposed to feel like drinking a cold glass of water after being lost in a desert. Instead, it left a foul taste on your tongue. It left your body shaking with fear.

The loud explosions and bang going on outside the door make you push your head into Bakugou's chest. His arms are wrapped securely around you.

He wants to fight, God knows how much. He wants to blow off that goddamn door and blast the league's faces off. But he also knows that if he gives in to his reckless impulses, you'll be left by your self. And you don't have an aggressive quirk as he does. Basically meaning, if he leaves you alone now you're fucked.

"It's okay," Bakugou says. His voice is broken and ragged. After days of doing nothing but screaming his vocal cords ultimately took some damage. He winches at the dryness in his throat. "No one's gonna hurt you.".

You nod against him, fisting the fabric of his shirt. Suddenly, the door bangs open. You pull yourself out of Bakugou's grasp. He steps in front of you and shields you behind his broad shoulders. Though his defence drops once he sees the person in the doorway.

"Mister Aizawa," he says. The teacher nods as he quickly walks over to the boy, turning his attention towards the chains linked to his left wrist.

"Who's this?" he asks as he looks over at you. You take a step back from the unknown men, looking at Bakugou like a deer in headlights.

"Y/n, she's been captured too," he gruffs. The raven-haired nods before moving on to loosen your shackles. You subconsciously reach out and grab a hold of Bakugou's hand. He gladly grabs a hold of it, rubbing soothing circles on the top of up.

Once Aizawa is done, he moves away from the two of you and mentions towards the door. "Let's get you, kids, out of here," he says. Bakugou's eyes shoot over to you.  You sent him a reassuring nod.

"Let's go home.".

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Life without you is dull. The sparkle that once lit up Bakugou's life is now gone. He went from relying on you to get him through the day to not seeing you all. Last he saw you, you were both in the hospital getting your wounds treated. He heard whispers that you attend the UA now but he doesn't let himself believe in such rumours only to be disappointed.

His friends had noticed the change, how could they not. Bakugou went from being a hothead to not saying a word to anyone except Kirishima.Being a shut-in was his new thing, instead of being a fireball. He overworked himself in training. He pushed his quirk until his hands were raw and burned.

His aspirations to become a hero has seemed to double. The fact that no one has come to save you for months seemed to fule his dreams to make sure that happened to no one else.

At unholy hours he allowed himself to think of you. He let his mind wander to dark corners as he lays in bed unphased by sleep. The possibility that you had never recovered from your injuries was likely. Maybe you died in the hospital and he's going with his life hoping that fate will miraculously bring you two together.

Those thoughts always seem to spike a place in his heart. All he knew about you was your name. You let him ramble about his life. You took away his pain, his fear and his injuries. All that and he never returned the favour. You had never told him about yourself, your fears or your family. He beats himself up of that. 

He pushes himself in the gym for that. Forces his body beyond breaking point because - in his mind - he deserves it. He deserves all the pain he could never take away from you.

"Hey, Bakugou!" Denki calls out. Bakugou's head perks up for a second. his eyes fall over his electric friends before turning to gaze out the window again.

Denki looks over to Kirishima who gives him an encouraging nod. "Can't you just tell him?" Denki asks. Kirishima shakes his head.

"Nuh-uh, you tell him," He says.

"Tell me what?" Bakugou sneers. Both boys look up at their friend who has suddenly turned his full attention to them. Denki shoots Bakugou an awkward smile.

"They're uh," Kirishima begins. "There's someone at Recovery Girl you might want to see.". Bakugou nerves light up. Could it be you?

He quickly dismisses the possibility. Getting his hopes up will only get him hurt in the long run. Still, though, he quickly pushes himself out of his chair and rushes towards Recovery Girl's office.

The walk is short, two minutes tops. Maybe it's because he's focused or maybe it's because he's powerwalking through UA like a mad man. Who knows.

Muffled voice is audible from behind the door. One voice, in particular, spikes his attention. Without thinking, Bakugou rips the door open. There he sees Recovery Girl standing next to a sitting down Izuku, who broke his arm again. However, another figure is standing beside them.

"Deku?" Izuku says. Bakugou's mind doesn't get the time to catch up as his body rushes itself towards you. His arms wrap around you instinctively as he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

"Katsuki!" you squeal out as you return his hug. His nerves are on fire and his mind is in overdrive. The feeling of your warmth against his body calms down anxieties he didn't know he had. Your familiar scent fills his nose.

He pulls away slightly to see your face. His calloused palm rests against your cheeks. You melt into his touch. "I thought...". He doesn't have to finish the sentence for you to understand.

"I know," you say. "But I made it. And I'm not going anywhere.". Warmth swells up in Bakugou's chest at the words. Salty tears prick in his eyes though he makes no attempt to wipe them away.

Deku is damned, he's going to cry whenever he likes. If you had asked him a year ago, he would have said that crying makes you weak. Though he knows better now. Emotions don't make you weak. They make you stronger. They make you human.

"I'm going to the UA now. I'm doing a special healer's course," you say. A goofy smile is plastered on your lips as tears start to well up in your eyes as well.

Izuku awkwardly dismisses himself from the room. Though a smile is still present on his lips. It does him well to see how much his childhood friend has changed.

"You're gonna stay here," Bakugou repeats your words. You nod at him. Your hand reaches up to run through his hair. Like you thought his locks are silky smooth. Now unphased by layers of sweat, standing up proudly in high pikes.

"I'm going to stay.".

[silkylious]

Tsunami (Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader)

Bakugo x fem reader

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff

A/N: Ahhhh this is my first post on tumblr, i hope you like some bittersweet  goodness w angry boi. constructive criticism is much appreciated!

Love.

Such a complex, convoluted emotion that many people find themselves falling helplessly victim to. Of course, there are the cheesy scenes in romantic movies that exaggerate and almost drain all meaning from the prickly feeling; sharing a sweet kiss while basking in the cool caresses of dewdrops, or having a dim-lit home dinner -scenes which drove his gag reflex reeling, he simply couldn’t understand the appeal of mushing faces with someone when he had better things to do, to achieve. He was going to be the number one, dammit, he didn’t have time to waste on cuddling and doing “couple-y shit” with some extra. That’s not to say he’d never had a crush, or found some girls attractive, hot even, but he kept in mind all his “crushes” (he loathes that word with a burning passion) were merely fueled by his hormonal mind, driven by pure sexual attraction. Nothing more, nothing less. So, he never sought out relationships.

And that was enough for him to keep his peace, unhindered and undisturbed on his desolate little boat, one that he was rowing tirelessly towards his end goal, with no waves and no turbulences daring to stand in his way of firmly grasping that number one spot.  

Until a tsunami came crashing in, pummeling him off his safe cruise.

That tsunami was you.

He really should have seen the signs -no that’s not right, he definitely noticed the red flags raising in his peripherals, he should have acknowledged them. It started out as small, barely existent ripples, something to break the monotony of his journey and rock his boat gently. You’d always greet him with that stupidly bright smile, the one that made him feel uncomfortable, skittish (though he hadn’t realized why yet), the one that surely made the sun writhe in boiling jealousy. No matter what time of the day it was, how early in the morning or how deep into the night, you always seemed to make it a point to address him with that unhinged, cheeky grin. He’d reply with a curt nod, or a faint grunt if you caught him on a good day, wanting desperately to ignore the brewing sensation inside him.

“Hey, Bakugo! Did ya sleep well?”

He never replied to the tedious question, refusing to give into the one-sided small talk. That didn’t stop you from resuming your daily routine of pestering him about his training progress or babbling about some movie he couldn’t care less about. He didn’t pay an inkling of attention to the stream of word vomit pouring out of your mouth, no, he much rather zoned in on the way your lips move languidly, still upholding that infuriating smile, the way stray follicles fell over your neck, having escaped from the usual updo you were sporting. His concentration faded in and out of the single-sided conversation, managing to scrap together bits and pieces of whatever you were droning on about. Though he never made any effort in reciprocating your enthusiasm, he never shut you down either (like he would most people), and that was incentive enough for you to keep coming back. To keep talking his ear off with a cluelessly precious smile.

Looking back, he probably should have stopped it there, but he didn’t, he couldn’t help but revel unconsciously in your optimism, though he’d be buried six feet underground before he admitted that. It looked all too peaceful, he didn’t mind the soft stir in his boat, and he was more than content to leave it at that. But then you had to go and push your luck.

You were infinitely aware that he treated you… differently, to say the least, your classmates were also painfully conscious of his strangely tamed and, dare I say, docile way he acted around you, everyone with eyes could see it, except him apparently. Even if he was agonizingly oblivious to his own feelings, yours too, your heart couldn’t help but accelerate whenever he displayed a rare act of kindness towards you. One time in particular, he scolded you for overworking yourself while tending to your wounds, his words lacking the usual bite, none the wiser to the chest palpitations he was effortlessly causing. You couldn’t take it, you had to test your luck. You desired to be closer to him, for him to view as more than a nuisance, you wanted to be more than just acquaintances. With caution thrown to the wind, you embarked on a mission to befriend the Bakugo Katsuki.

That’s when the small ripples that would gingerly sway him turned more rigorous; they evolved into waves, ones he needed to smoothly ride if he didn’t want to fall victim to their ferocity.

He became much more aware of your stature in his lifestyle, how could he not? You’d made it a goal to sit with him during lunch, to share with him your bento box, to talk to him at any given moment. And it was then that he discovered a new part of you, one that was hidden behind your tactful persona. It became a common spectacle during lunch, you two hurling remarks at each other, yours more calculated and sarcastic while his were loud and fiery (in true Bakugo fashion), though the competitive grin stretching his lips, wrinkling the corners of his ruby hues gave away his enjoyment. Bakugo could never get over your quick wit, the speed at which you replied to him with your own quips almost gave him whiplash every time, if he didn’t know better he’d think you were regurgitating pre-written comebacks. It took a bit of coaxing at first, but eventually he gave into your petty bickering (all you had to do was mention Deku this and half-n-half bastard that), and then before he knew it, it was part of his routine, but can you blame him? He was presented with a challenge, of course he’d step up to the plate!

Your waves threatened his quaint, little sail, he had to learn to surf them if he didn’t want to topple over. And so, he did, after all, Bakugo Katsuki never backed down from a challenge.

Your comradery only strengthened from there. You trained together, him pushing your limits with his abysmal power and sheer instinct, you pushing his with precise movements and surprising agility. You strangely complemented each other, both in fighting styles and general attitude. He (aggressively) helped you with your academic shortcomings, and though his methods of teaching were very questionable, they proved to be fruitful as your grades had spiked significantly from his (torturous) aid. You’d grown impossibly closer, spending every waking moment together or thinking about each other. Katsuki didn’t know when it became a habit to anticipate your “goodnight” text, or when just the sight of your face made his anger practically dissipate into thin air.

“So, do you wanna come over to study, I’m kinda struggling with algebra,” You sighed sheepishly, scratching at the back of your head.

“No.” came the blunt response.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be such a meanie!” You jutted your bottom lip out much like how a kid throwing a tantrum would, his eyes couldn’t help but flicker down to the childish pout, when suddenly it turned into a poorly constrained grin. You had an idea. “Well, whatever, I was gonna order takeout from a new place down the road, I heard they have pretty spicy ramen there, but I guess I’ll order for one,”

You watched with mild amusement and well-concealed affection as his fiery eyes seemed to light up at the mention of spicy food. “Fine, dumbass, but I’m only doing this ‘cuz your sorry ass would fail without me,”

“Mhmm, sure thing, Bakugo,” You practically sang, a teasing lilt to your voice.

Bakugo.

That didn’t sound right at this point. Words left him before his brain could even process what he said, what he was insinuating.

“Katsuki.” He mumbled firmly. Your eyes widened a fraction, giving away your surprise.

“W-What?”

“Call me Katsuki,” It came out more assuredly this time, his glare directed forward as you both walked to your destination, missing the soft smile adorning your lips and the affection oozing out of your gaze.

“Sure thing, Katsuki.” His own lips curled into a faint smile, a tiny tug at the corners of his lips.

A push-and-pull rhythm was created between you; your waves pulling him in, only for his skillful hands and sails to conquer them. It was an endless tug of war, neither of you seemed to mind it, it blanketed you both in a sheen of serenity.

The calm before the storm.

It was merely an innocent question, a teasing inquiry at most, directed at him by his electric blonde friend. “So, man, when are you gonna ask (last name) out? Y’know if you don’t ask her soon, someone else will,”

Katsuki could have sworn he switched quirks with the dunce faced idiot, because at that moment his mind fully short-circuited. Him? And (name)? What would even give him that idea? Sure, she was cute and all -wait, cute?? What the actual fuck? His lack of response and the pinkish tint that spread from his cheekbones to the bridge of his nose seemed to get a rise out of Kaminari, because within seconds his head was thrown back, his laughter catching the attention of their red-haired friend. “Yo, man, what’re you laughing at?”

With that, Bakugo seemed to snap out of his trance, sharp eyes snapping between his self-proclaimed friends. His mouth opened, ready to deliver a curt response, something along the lines of “Fucking nothing!” or “Mind your own business, Shitty Hair!” but the other blonde beat him to the punch, loudly bellowing out,

“Bakugo has a crush on (last name)!”

Bakugo wasn’t pleased to say the least, his hand darting out, flexing a lethal explosion that Kaminari barely dodged. Bakugo’s eyes were wide with unadulterated rage, though he really couldn’t tell at who, nor did he care, he was seeing red at that moment and that’s all he could focus on. Before he can aim another strike towards his cowering friend, Kirishima looped his arms around Bakugo’s shoulders, activating his quirk to prepare for the barrage of oncoming explosions that were sure to come his way. “Dude, stop! You’re being super unmanly right now!”

Realizing there’s no point struggling against his friends hold, Bakugo’s figure suddenly slackened, Kirishima very cautiously relinquishing his grip on his friend. Burning rage, confusion, uncertainty and self-deprecation began to settle in Bakugo’s mind all at once, a million questions stampeding his thoughts. He didn’t like that, he hated not being in control, he hated not knowing what was wrong, especially with himself. With a furious shout of “FUCK OFF!” to dispel some of the anger bristling within him, the ash blonde stomped out of the nearly empty classroom, leaving his two friends to share looks of bewilderment.

And that’s when a tidal wave, a tsunami of emotions quaked his lonely ship, flipping it and hurling him off the deck into the freezing cold, wave riddled ocean, leaving him to sink deeper and flail around in a futile attempt at staying afloat.

The coming days, one thing haunted Katsuki like the plague, despite trying his hardest to avoid overthinking, you just seemed to carve your way into his subconscious. Everything reminded him of you, and he absolutely despised it. When had he gotten so distracted? When had his schedule morphed to make room for your presence in his life? When had he began to await seeing you, hearing your obnoxiously sweet voice? When had he gotten so weak? He didn’t need anyone, no one but himself, that’s all he needed to reach the top. If that was true, then why were his days getting more and more bleak as he actively shunned you out, avoided looking you in the eyes and subsequently being blissfully unaware of the look of hurt in your eyes. He knew he wasn’t being fair to you, but he couldn’t help it, he had to put some distance between you.

And so, he kept struggling against the currents, which only made him sink deeper, and deeper. Even so, he kept wrestling with the tides, hoping he’d make it out alive and free.

His absence in your life made you fidgety, but you brushed it off as him having a less than pleasant day, he’d surely go back to normal, right? Wrong. Things continued as they are, you wanted to give him space and all, but it didn’t help that it seemed he was only circumventing you. You wanted to be patient for him, and you were. But even the most patient of people, the most peaceful of saints, had their tipping points.

“I don’t understand you, Katsuki, we were good not even a week ago and now you’re completely avoiding me!”

“So what if I was, huh?! Are you saying that I need you or some shit?! Are you looking down on me, thinking you’re all high and mighty, that you could be the one to befriend the “pitiful lonely guy”?! Are you saying I’m weak, is that it, huh?! I’m not fucking weak, (name), I don’t need you or anyone for that matter, stop tryna coddle me, I don’t need your shitty friendship!”

Ouch, that hurt. He knew he was spouting so much bullshit straight through his teeth, it didn’t even make sense but that was how his self-defense mechanism works. When in doubt, push people you love away in fear of vulnerability. He knew he was being a major asshole, but nothing would’ve prepared him for the look of unbridled hurt and betrayal in your eyes, tears silently carving valleys on your flushed cheeks. Your quivering lip suppressed a wretched sob, before opening to utter a few heartbroken words.

“I see. Sorry I was such a nuisance for you, Bakugo,”

Bakugo, double ouch. That one stung. Hard. He’d never heard your voice so broken, so raw and meek. He walked home alone that day, already regretting everything he said, already missing your bubbly self.

A drift shook both of you away from each other. Your concerned classmates could only watch in silenced misery as you both hurdled yourselves into hero work and training, doing anything it takes to stay distracted. Bakugo thought that at least there would be one upside to arise from this situation, he could focus more on his dreams, he had more time than ever, he can totally utilize this to his advantage. Or so he thought. You infiltrated every crevice in his mind, all he could think about, day in and day out, was you. He’s always prided himself in being self-disciplined and focused, but right now he was anything but. You weren’t fairing any better. Your optimism was missed in the classroom, you forced a smile to reassure your friends, but that was about all you could muster. It seemed there was no end to the spiral the pair of you were sucked into until something happened. Something big happened.

He was kidnapped. Bakugo was kidnapped.

It seemed like a wake-up call to both of you. You could have lost him; he could have lost you. Bakugo realized, strapped to that chair, with the grey-haired, handy man holding a picture of you from the sports festival while babbling some vague threats, that he wanted to protect you, protect what he loved. He loved you. And he had to be better for you. He also realized that he wanted to go back to you. Dammit, he still didn’t apologize for what he said! He needed to return.

He no longer fought against the tide, he didn’t want to, and he wasn’t going to. And with his fruitless squirming against the current coming to an end, he began to rise to the surface, the gradually heating waters holding him afloat.

His return was a giant relief, you wanted to jump into his arms the moment he was saved, but you knew better. He needed time to think, to sort out his thoughts. Though you didn’t expect that he would sort out his thoughts with his fists. With Midoriya. Actually, scratch that, it was a very Bakugo thing to do.

That night you couldn’t sleep, sitting on the U.A. dorms Alliance stairs with a steaming mug of tea between your clutches. Your eyes, which had been transfixed on the constellations lining the night sky, blinked downward when you heard two pairs of footfalls approaching. You instantly recognized the two boys, beaten and battered.

“(name)...?”

His abnormally scratchy voice greeted you, you didn’t have to strain your ears to conclude that he’d been crying. Your stares were riddled with unspoken words, unvoiced feelings, leaving a pregnant tension in the air. A haggard throat-clearing cut through the quiet.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” And with that, the one-for-all user excused himself into the dormitory.

Katsuki shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable. He knew what he needed to say he just couldn’t find the will to swallow the lump in his throat and say it.

“Hey, umm-”

Before he can get another syllable out, a force collided with him, shaky arms circling his broad shoulders, mindful of the bruises that littered his porcelain skin. Eyes blown wide; he couldn’t fathom the words that were uttered into his chest.

“I love you, Katsuki. I love you.” A sniff followed the heartfelt words, he felt some tears brimming his own lids.

Carefully bringing his arms around you, wrapping them securely around your waist. Katsuki drifted and swayed on your waves, surfing them skillfully, fully abandoning his past ways, no longer would he scuffle with the ebb and flow of the waters that only hoped of propelling him forward towards his goal. His red gems drifted to the sky, mapping out the stars much like a lost sailor would in search of guidance, though he was anything but lost in that very moment.

His lids dropped, thoroughly fatigued from the day’s events, before his head followed suit, descending and placing feather-like kiss on your head, his strong arms keeping you nestled as close as possible against his chest, a quiet murmur with powerful words left his lips,

“I love you, too. I’m sorry.”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #368

“whatever doesn’t kill you, is gonna leave a scar”

Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? My favorite shirt is the Day of the Dead design by Cloak, which is Markiplier's and jacksepticeye's clothing brand. Mom's friend/former co-worker also got me a Ninja Sex Party shirt because she knew I liked them. There are SO MANY YouTubers I wanna support by buying shirts. Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? Milk, 110%. Have you ever left a note in a library book? No. What time of day do you prefer to wash your hair? Morning. Has anyone ever spread lies about you? Yes. Have you ever taken a photograph with a celebrity? If so, did it turn out the way you wanted, or do you wish you could retake it? No. If you could move out of your home country permanently, would you? If so, where would you go? If it didn't mean being so very far from my family, I would love to move to Canada. Is there a celebrity that everyone else seems to love, but you find totally overrated? Why is it that you don’t like them? I legit don't know who's considered currently popular, and I especially don't know who they are as people. If you could volunteer for any charity, which one would you choose? Do you think it’s more important to help humans, or are animal and environmental charities equally important? Something relating to animals, and I think they're both equally important. Do you prefer holidays where you relax, or actually do things? I like a mix. Something chill, but you still do some stuff as a family. Do you think that after we die our spirit is still alive? Yes. Has anybody ever told you that you could be a model? Someone has mistaken me for a model in a picture I once took. It was one of the most flattering things I've ever heard, haha. Do you use different kinds of moisturizer for different body parts? ie. hand lotion for your hands, face cream for your face. Or do you just use one moisturizer for all body parts? Yes. Have you ever felt like you were someone’s rebound? No. Has anybody ever broken up with you over something really pathetic? What was it? Have you ever been dumped in a disrespectful way? (eg. through text, through a friend..) I have 100% been dumped in a very cowardly and disrespectful way; after dating Jason for nearly four years and being very serious, he broke up with me very abruptly over Facebook Messenger. His reason was valid, but at the same time, he NEVER talked to me about it. Apparently my depression was dragging him down. If he'd fucking communicated it, I would have explored new treatment options so goddamn fast. But no, he decided to snap his fingers and disappear. That's exactly WHY it was so traumatic, I think: it was so unexpected and sudden. Did you have a lot of role models as a kid? Animal enthusiasts like Steve Irwin and Jeff Corwin for sure. Do you feel like anyone looks up to you? Why or why not? God no. I'm just... not someone to aspire to be like. What was the last thing you found offensive? I'm not sure. Who is the nicest person you know? My mom. Do you feel safe in your country? I feel safe in NC, rather. Like I don't expect an atom bomb or terrorist attack or something in this obscure area. In the U.S.A. itself, sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. America is definitely not loved by every other country. Do you feel safe where you live? Not in this city, no. Have you been falsely diagnosed with something by a bad doctor? Yup. Did y'all know I apparently have ADHD? I know, shocking. Have you ever had a doctor refuse to treat you? No. Name the strangest game you’ve ever played (video game or real game): The first Silent Hill, probably. It took a lot of reading to get it. Do you know anyone who has been struck by lightning before? No. Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Does Stitch count? Or a Pokemon. Do you like marshmallows? Yes. What is your favorite flavor of candy cane? I really like the Jolly Rancher candy canes, I think they are? Have you ever fostered an animal? No. Do you still take hot showers when it’s hot out? Not as hot, but not cold except on very extreme occasions. When writing $ sign, do you draw one line through the S or two? Two. What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have? I'm thankful that my parents were pretty open-minded to what pets I really wanted, but one I was never allowed to have was a ferret because of how messy and smelly they are. List three people you’ve had crushes on: Jason, Sara, and Sebastian were probably my biggest crushes. Have you ever thrown up from cramps? No, but god have I felt close. List three people you had a hard time forgiving. Jason, Colleen, and my dad. Who is the most spiritual person you know? Probably my sister's mother-in-law. Would you ever start a vlog? God no, I'd bore people to tears. Are your dreams coming true yet? I mean, I guess in some ways with my mental health. In my deepest depression, what I have now was a dream, even though current me is very discontent with it. Most of my dreams, though? No. Do you struggle with depression? I've been diagnosed with severe depression since 7th grade. Are you haunted by your past? A few things won't leave me alone. What medical conditions do you have? Just a lot. There are even more that are up for debate. I've talked about my diagnosed conditions enough. Do you use a Magic Bullet? No. What does your apron look like? I don’t have one. What are your favorite spicy foods? Hot Cheetos, Takis, hot wings, jalapeno pizza... Man, I love spicy food. Which do you like better: being an adult or being a kid? Being a kid. Were you excited to be a teenager on your thirteenth birthday? I had very mixed feelings. Did you feel insecure in high school? Shit, I still do. Would you ever be friends with someone who was suicidal? What the FUCK is this question? No fucking shit I would be. Someone being suicidal in no way affects who they are as a person. Who was the biggest bully in high school? I don't think there really was one. What was your favorite class in high school? Art. Would you rather have a daughter or a son? If I wanted kids, a daughter. Have you ever written to an advice columnist? No. Have you ever had a doctor not believe what you told him? Maybe? I did however have an employee at the ER the first time I went try to pry out of me that my self-mutilation was for attention, and it wasn't until I insisted about a dozen times that it wasn't that he believed me. It's odd looking back that I got REALLY attached to him during that stay, knowing now that it was absolutely horrible and extremely unhelpful for him to do that. If you’re female, would you feel uncomfortable having a male gynecologist? I would absolutely refuse to have a male one. Do you like Lisa Frank? Yeah, like can you talk about aesthetic. What gives you nightmares? Boy, I wish I could tell you, given how much I have them. Were you ever hospitalized as a child? No. Did you get senior pictures taken? No. What color is your bicycle? I don’t have one. Did you ever have to take home a fake baby in health class? No, thank fuck. Would you rather wear ivory or white on your wedding day? What color will your bridesmaids wear? I'd rather wear black. I think red will be the bridesmaids' color. Would you rather have a swimming pool or trampoline? I want a swimming pool so damn badly so I could exercise my legs without worrying about sweating, and I can stop and rest whenever I want, unlike going walking or something. I don't think my knees could handle a trampoline. Do you think babies are cute? Some, sure. But a lot, not really. Do you dream about the future a lot? Yeah. Do you think about your past a lot? Way too frequently. How good are you at living in the moment? I'm trying to get better at it. Have you ever questioned God’s existence? Yeah. Vanilla frosting or chocolate? Chocolate. What’s your favorite foreign cuisine? I've actually been exploring Italian pasta lately. I'm not a big fan of foreign food that I've tried, though. Have you ever moved to another state? No. Did you do anything productive today? No. .-. Can you say the alphabet backwards? No, actually. Do you like flowers? Of course; does anyone not? Have you ever thought you were gonna die? I didn't care if I did or didn't. What kind of mood are you in today? I was honestly really depressed through most of it. Just health stuff was really getting to me. I just woke up from what was honestly like a four-hour nap and I feel all right, I guess. What are you craving right now? I REALLY want Domino's jalapeno pizza. Is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance? No. What is worse, physical or emotional pain? Definitely emotional. Have you ever walked in on somebody doing something… questionable? When Dad still lived with us, I think he might have been watching... you know... on TV when I came into my parents' room for something. Idk for sure though. I didn't ask, and I don't want to know. If you were to make videos on YouTube, what would they be of? Oh god, idk. I don't want to make any. What I'd have most fun with would be reptile education, but I 1.) have literally one snake, 2.) am not extremely educated on a good number of them and don't want to be misleading, and 3.) I would run outta content fast. So, leave it to Snake Discovery, haha. Posting pictures of yourself in a bathing suit on the internet - ok or not? Yes, it's okay????? If you're talking about me personally though, you won't see me dead in a bathing suit picture. Do you typically laugh when somebody falls down? No, I gasp and see if they're okay. What is the most disturbing movie you’ve ever watched? Paranormal Entity. The ending is... a lot. Your opinion of Katy Perry, please? I like a couple of her songs. If you could say anything to your Mom right now… what would it be? "Thank you for absolutely everything."

[wendibird]

SPN 15X19 Observations

So, here we are. Second-to-last episode of this show and what has been said will be the Season Finale. (While next week’s is the Series Finale.) 

Without further ado...

I don’t even know what to think going into this second-to-last episode. I don’t expect a “happy” ending to this show. But I can’t help hoping for a fitting one. One that makes some kind of sense. That does the characters justice. We’ll see how it goes. (Also, I want some GOOD content for Sam. *LOL*)

(Also, my notes might be sparse because I want to concentrate on the show.)

- Everyone’s gone.

- Except these three.

- Does Sam and Jack know about Cas?

- THEY DON’T KNOW YET!!! *crying* (To be clear, not upset that Dean didn’t tell them sooner. Since obviously there had to be a phone conversation at some point, or at least texting so they’d know where to meet up. THAT kind of news isn’t something to tell over the phone if you can help it.) 

- The music is really playing this up well.

- Oh Jack….. 

- And he’s still killing plants.

Commercial Thoughts:

I’ve said this again and again but I still don’t like how Chuck is being written. He might as well be rubbing his hands and cackling evilly. 

That being said, this really is sadistic. One of the few things that’s kept Sam and Dean going through all of this has been the people they’ve been able to save. (Crowely caught on to that in S8 and used it to good effect. But he was like a sniper, precise with it. Chuck is like a fricking nuke.) 

And Sam losing hope always makes me sad. (Have noticed the looks Dean keeps giving him. Still checking on him and how he’s doing and worrying about him.)

- This camera work is weird. Dream-like?

- DOGGY!!!!!

- omg Dean’s happy about a dog!

- WOW. That’s a new low.

- So, no animals? (Guess they’re gonna have to go vegetarian eventually if this doesn’t get fixed.)

- Michadam!!! 

- WHAT?! (No Adam?! HOW DARE CHUCK!!!)

Commercial Thoughts:

Okay, Chuck taking Adam is a really REALLY low-blow! (But then, that might be what pushed Michael to decide to help them after all.) 

Not surprised that Michael can’t open the book. Wondering if Jack can? Or they could call some reapers and see who wants the job of the next Death. *LOL* Hold interviews. “What will you do for us if we give you this promotion?” (crack thoughts, don’t mind me.)

I’m not sure if Chuck has realized that they have nothing left to lose. And that’s generally when people are at their most dangerous. (I mean yes, they have each other, but in the wake of what’s been lost? Literally the whole world? They can’t let that go. They can’t just sit back and treat it as a vacation. It’s not how they are.)

- CAS?! 

- WTF?!?!?!?! (Did NOT want to see Lucifer again tbh. And apparently neither did Dean. *LOL*)

- Okay, so Lucifer promoted the next Death.

- Is he actually dead this time?

- One can only hope.

- YEY! LUCIFER IS DEAD AGAIN!!!

Commercial thoughts:

So…. what was the point of all that again? 

Okay, I get that in the end, the book is open and now they can hopefully read it. Seems kind of convoluted. (Also, do NOT get me started on the whole “God and the Darkness have no pull in the Empty”. Unless God just replicated Lucifer, like I theorize he did with Lilith.) 

Wondering if they just did all that to have Luci and Mark P. back one more time.

- Sam being his super-smart self! <3

- What is Sam not saying?

- Hey! Isn’t that the lake where Jack was born?

- FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! Fricking Michael.

- Bloody winchesters

- That’s what Sam wasn’t saying. I don’t think they trusted Michael.

- Sam figured something out.

- Wow. That is some poetic justice!

- I’m actually impressed with that.

- So now what?

Commercial Thoughts:

Wow. Okay, that was a weird twist of a way to get there. But I’ve honestly got to say that I like it. It works. (I’d always hoped Jack would still be the key to Chuck’s downfall.)

I still feel sorry for Amara though. Like, is she just nothingness? Is she an alternate personality deep inside Chuck now? 

And what about Jack? Can he put things back to how they’re supposed to be? Bring everyone back? Did he get Chuck’s knowledge as well as his power? At least of who all he took away? 

Guess we’ll have to see.

Also, usually I’m not a fan of the trope of the “Good guys” sparing the villain who’s killed tons of people because “they’re above killing”. But in this case? It really was fitting. And a worse punishment than killing Chuck would have been.

- OH GOD I LOVE THIS SONG!!!!

- Sammy’s cafe!

- (Okay I’m getting a little misty)

- His smile!!! 

- OKay, I might cry now.

- They raised God.

- Awwww….. (The names)

- Okay, so, I’m not okay! (But I’m okay with it, so… good thing?)

- So it ends with them doing whatever it is they want? 

- I wonder if the Apocalypse World people were brought back? And their other friends. (And Eileen? I’m sorry, I know not everyone ships it, but I do, and now Sam doesn’t have the great Plot of the Universe conspiring against him.)

After-Show Thoughts: (After I’ve had a few hours to ponder things)

Let me just say, the music in this episode? Like, just even the background music? It was amazing! It did such a good job of invoking the emotions that were being felt by the guys. And their choices of songs used were also good. :) 

Michael: So, in some ways his character shift in this episode seems odd after the last time we saw him. But then I thought more about it, and I think Adam’s death had a lot to do with it. In the previous episode in which we saw them, of the two of them Adam actually seemed to be more stable, and often had good, grounding advice for Michael. Now with him gone, all Michael had was himself. And at heart, he still wanted his father’s love, despite everything that had happened. And I still think he’s an interesting Parallel/Contrast to Dean, who also had the same father-worship for a long time, but over time he’s come to understand that John was wrong about a lot of things, and he needs to make his own way. I don’t think that’s something that Michael ever REALLY learned. Not deep down. 

Lucifer: I found his presence here to be annoying. I get that he moved the plot along. And I get how much at least half of Buckleming love him. I am glad that his part was brief and that he didn’t get a redemption arc. I do wish Sam had been able to kill him. (I know, he couldn’t have because only another archangel with an archangel blade yadda-yadda. STILL though…) Or that there had maybe been SOME meaningful interaction between him and Sam for old time’s sake, since that always gets nice and spicy. (Because Jared and Mark P. always keep in mind everything that’s happened between them and put that into their performances.) But time limits and all that. Also, why were there no wing-shadows on the floor when Lucifer died? There were wing shadows on the floor of the friggen church at the end of S13 and he died like 15 feet up in the air. *LOL* I mean, then whenever Sam looked at the floor in the Library he could remember that Lucifer is Dead for Good. 

And I just rewatched the scene again and when he died, he just went poof. Like, in the past, unless a finger-snap thing is involved that’s not what happens when angels die. If they get stabbed, there’s usually been a body left behind. Heck, at the end of S13 there was a full-on light-show. Now it almost looked like a regular angel death just with redder light instead of silvery-blue. Was that because it was just a thrown-together mock-up of Lucifer that Chuck made? (Like with Lilith? Because he’s NOT supposed to have any sway in the Empty! Dammit, how hard is it for the writers to remember the stuff that was already established?!)  

(Sorry. Continuity issues bug me. And they’ve bugged me from Season 1 on, so I know that’s not a new thing. But it does feel like they’ve gotten especially worse this season.) 

(Also, I’m starting to get tired so I’m going to try to wrap this up here. *LOL*)

I did like how they brought Chuck down. When it comes down to it, they weren’t following a pre-set plan. (Well, what happened probably WAS written in that book, but they didn’t know what it was.) Instead they found their own way with what they had. They figured out what was going on with Jack, and Sam figured out some bullshit spell to make some cool light-effects in order to fool Michael and Chuck into thinking they were setting it up for him. The only aspect of it that fell a little flat for me was the extended exposition on how they’d done it. It’s a trope that crops up a lot. The whole “Haha see what I did there!” But, on the other hand, I also realize that unless they’d shown us each step of the process as it was happening, there was no real way around presenting it that way. And it WAS more dramatic to have the audience in the dark until that moment. Also, I can’t deny the effectiveness of the scene where Chuck keeps beating them down but they keep standing up again. I mean, isn’t that an allegory for their whole lives? And at the end he’s incredulous as to why or even HOW they can still stand. What makes them keep going? True, part of it was that they knew the plan, and they knew this was part of it. (Which I think is why Sam opened it up with punching Chuck. To turn the confrontation more physical and draw it out, or he might have decided after all to just finger-snap them.) But part if it is also them just being them. They’ve both been down this road before. Like their whole lives have been this road. And they’ve both been to hell. Both suffered unimaginable tortures. And they just keep going. When one stumbles the other gets up. Or they get each other up. And they laugh in God’s face. Just… THAT was well-done. And Chuck's ending with them NOT killing him? That was absolutely poetic. Because now he's busted down to "normal" and has to figure out actual life (or just end his, but he'd have to do it himself) and he didn't even get an "ending" of his creations killing him. Because even if he did make them, he clearly still doesn't understand them. And I liked them saying "no" to the revenge game. (After making sure that he couldn't come back again as a problem. Cause they ain't dumb either. Despite what everyone keeps saying about them.) 

I also loved the scene where Jack brings everyone back. I would have liked to have seen some shots of some of the individual ones that we’d come to know being back, like Donna, some of those AU people (Eileen!) but I also get this ep was shot during Covid so they probably couldn’t get as many people back. (I hope some of them at least get name-dropped in the next episode so we know for sure that they’re back and alive.) But anyway, I thought the scene was well done, that song was a GOOD choice for it! (But then, I am a bit biased. It’s among some of the music I grew up listening to because my parents had it.) It may not be classic rock, but classic folk is fitting for the new God. :) 

Overall, I thought there were some pacing issues with this episode, but in general I was happier with it than the previous one. I’ve just been re-watching it (because I never catch everything the first time through, especially when I’m trying to take notes) and I just noticed something. Near the end when Sam and Dean are in the Library and Dean says “To everyone that we lost along the way.” I first was a bit puzzled about that, because my mind went to the more immediate people that they’d lost recently, and whom I’m assuming Jack brought back too. But on re-watching I thought about it in a grander scale. How many people have they lost in their lives due to Chuck’s story? Because Chuck thought it would make things more dramatic? I think he was reflecting on their whole lives, not just the last 48 or so hours. And that makes sense too with what Sam said following, about them finally being able to write their own story. (And yes, I know that Cas was not one of those brought back. At least, he doesn’t seem to have been. And though I don’t ship him and Dean, I don’t doubt for a minute that Dean cares/cared about him very much. It’s okay to love your friends. But I didn’t get the feeling that he was JUST talking about one person. That held the weight of years of losses.) 

I thought the ending montage was brilliant! Honestly, if the show ended here, I would have been okay. Not saying I DON’T want another episode! I’ll take whatever I can get. And I definitely wouldn’t mind seeing where they take their story. So yeah, looking forward to the next (and final *cries*) episode.

Anyway, that’s about all I can really dredge up this late at night. *LOL* This will be the LAST time I do one of these knowing there’s more to come. It’s the last week we’ll all wait in suspense for what’s going to happen next. After next week's episode we'll be into new territory of "That's all there is and ever will be." This has been quite a journey, and I haven’t liked all of it, but overall I still love this weird little show, and even more so the characters that we've met through it. So, to quote Bobby, “Here’s to runnin’ into you guys on the other side.”

[seercayder]

No but I feel as though artists are probably experiencing one of the most hostile years of posting art online that they’ve ever experienced for maybe forever. And I mean this for both amateur artists and professionals (with maybe a lil bit of bias since I also do The Art).

Tumblr’s nudity ban has crippled any piece that is either NSFW or uses nudity as artistic expression and it ultimately drove away both the artists themselves and a lot of their fans, which destroyed any remaining traction for the artists who managed to remain. Tumblr is no longer an artistic freedom-friendly site and it shows, which is a fucking shame bc they genuinely have one of the better tagging systems than other sites and I believe that most feedback on art there has been positive and friendly, which has now gone the way of the dinosaur much like Deviantart.

Twitter has problems with image compression but their biggest issue is toxic abuse, which I find to be the most damaging to artists out of all the other problems i’m listing here. Both the lure of anonymity and the mindset that ‘Speak Loud In Little Words To Make Point Means You Are Important And Right’ has fuelled the absolutely vile comments I have seen directed at artists on the site. Although it’s mainly aimed at fanartists and ship artists, I have noticed unwanted (even rude) criticism on immaculate, well-done art pieces, which is extremely belittling and insulting because the artist (although they may be open to criticism) if they haven’t asked for criticism then that means that they are not in the right mindset to receive any, and therefore it is not your place to throw disparaging comments at them.

But the biggest issue with abuse on Twitter is obviously aimed at fan-artists, especially those those that draw NSFW or “problematic” content. I could go into a whole spiel about how a drawing of a fictional character doesn’t affect reality but in short: If you find disturbing art of a non-existent character (or hey, even non-disturbing art, it’s just something you don’t like) then ignore it. Don’t go and fucking bully the artist you psychopath. If it is truly illegal then report the piece and then see if it gets taken down. Because 90% of the time it won’t be taken down because it doesn’t go against guidelines and you’re just trying to police the site like you’re the thought-police, monitoring other peoples art as if you have the god-given right to. And if you’re a minor stay the fuck out of 18+ accounts. Don’t comment, don’t follow, don’t even look. I am absolutely amazed by the mindset that some children have to waltz into a space not made for them and having the balls to insult the 18+ artist, who have specifically said “no minors”, for posting icky content. It gets even worse when you see how they abuse the Privatter or Curiouscat links the Twitter artists provide, made for anonymous feedback or for being the final barrier for an adult piece that says “hey this stuff is NSFW, don’t click if you are underage, last warning”. I’m gonna go into this more when I cover TikTok in the next few paragraphs. But ultimately, the artists on that site are having to be constantly vigilant against abuse, and it’s not unusual for them having to spend hours going through their 1K+ followers and having to block every underage follower who just didn’t fucking listen to their warnings. Imagine how exhausting and irritating and down-right uncomfortable that must be; having to monitor every fan that sees your work out of fear that they’re a minor seeing adult content or that they could throw abusive comments at you. Horrible.

Instagram is saturated with bots attempting to steal your work or advertise it on their own page and feedback isn’t really a ‘thing’ on there. Also, their algorithm (which may have also been implemented on Twitter, I believe that the Twitter algorithm now avoids promoting popular artist terms, but I can’t be certain bc the Twitter post that pointed this out is long-lost in the depths of my timeline, bc again, no tagging system) is based more around sharing than likes, which can be a huge barrier to artists. Sure, you may like someones art and even leave a nice comment on it, but do you really want to share every piece you come across, especially if it’s not something you would show dear Aunty Susan who follows you? It’s infuriating that a whole site dedicated for images is so difficult to use for artists, and with Instagram implementing features that are similar to Snapchats ‘stories’ it’s clear they’ve moving in a different direction, focusing on momentary attention-grabbing photos. This is simply because Instagram is advertising itself as more of a promotional influencer site nowadays, and anything that could sully their reputation has to be thrown into the algorithm trash. NSFW art or just plain ‘bad’ art? Trash. If you’re not gonna make money for them then why should they bother? You wanna promote your art? Pay for it because the algorithm will absolutely be working against you.

Now, the biggest fucking offender for worst art-sharing site of the year is TikTok (no surprise there), which is absolutely rampant with reposts and uncredited artwork and a gateway for abusive comments against artists. Like the Ouroboros snake, it goes through the same pattern every time; People (usually minors) find art on Twitter or Pinterest and repost it, usually without credit or going against the artist’s wishes about reposting. Then it either goes two-ways: Firstly, if the piece is SFW it will get about five-seconds of interest, a like for the reposter and people will then just move on. TikTok is built entirely around short bursts of satisfaction, feeding a a constant loop of serotonin for a few seconds before you move on. So ultimately, people rarely then hunt down the original artist, especially if their credit isn’t readily available, and usually the original artists doesn’t see any rise in likes, followers or popularity and are usually unaware that their art is even getting any attention on TikTok.

Or, if the art is NSFW, it can go down the second way. It is reposted and, as the majority of TikTok users are under-18, many users find the image uncomfortable, especially if it is a bit more ‘out-there’ or of a ship they don’t like. The reposters sometimes find the image off of Privatter, which is even worse since the piece has been posted to Privatter not just as a final barrier against minors, but also as a form of directing the piece to a specific and niche audience due to it’s... spicer than usual NSFW content. I’m talking really specific pieces with really specific kinks. Now that piece is floating around TikTok, widely seen by the general fans of a fandom, who again, are usually underage. The viewers grow uncomfortable, as the piece is not made for them, especially since sometimes the reposter only posted the piece for shock-value, and would even encourage insulting comments by only posting the credits for the purpose of getting fans to throw abuse at the artist (”The artist is ***** but they ship **** and are icky”) and so the viewers finally decide to make the effort to hunt down the original artist, only to throw insulting and bullying comments at them, made worse by the fact that they are children who don’t have the sense to hold back and have been fuelling their mindset in the echo-chamber that is TikTok.

And as a result of a lot of this hostile feedback for artists, it is becoming increasingly difficult to find a space for amateur artists who are just starting out, since the art community is becoming a little bit scary. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that new (or not even new but recently promoted) sites such as Artstation are becoming a better place for professional artists only, but it is very intimidating for learner artists. That’s not necessarily a bad thing - I believe that part of the reason for Deviantarts decline was that the tagging system was horrible, so good art was being drowned out by amateur, fetish content, so more advanced artists were distancing themselves from the site, especially if they were trying to build a portfolio for employment. I also find that fanart usually gets far more likes than more original art pieces, even if the original piece is amazingly good, which isn’t a criticism against fanart but posting your original piece on a site more aimed at professional pieces may help you reach your target audience better and improve likes and interaction. However, that does mean that if you are an amateur, or hell, just an average artists who is still learning, your best bet for exposure is posting your piece across multiple sites and very, very regularly, braving any abusive comments if you try anything slightly “spicy”. Which, obviously, become a very potentially toxic atmosphere and it’s not uncommon for artists to feel burn-out or depressed at their lack of attention or the cyber-bullying they may receive.

I’m not trying to say that posting artwork has always been easy, but there is definitely a more aggressive culture surrounding it and I think artists have to be aware that chances are they will face insulting comments, reposters, frustrating algorithms, cyber-bullying, a lack of interaction and burn-out as they try and appeal to websites that would do the bare minimum for you in terms of promotion.

This isn’t meant to be a post to scare away artists, I just wanted to point out that there is a big fucking problem and it feels as though it’s getting worse. Nowadays, websites have become a bit too comfortable targeting creators rather than fans when it comes to monitoring content and artists have been put under more and more pressure as they face more and more abuse that is rarely addressed, especially by the sites themselves that host the content. Things that are a huge punch in the face for artists, such as NFT’s, are becoming more normalised and it’s honestly just sad.

[elizabeatrice]

Feeling Blue, Seeing Red (Chapter 69)

Let’s Talk About JSHK Manga #5

Updated: 19/8/2020 (more thoughts)

Bea is back with the lame punny titles~

Warning: !!! MANGA SPOILERS UP TO CHAPTER 69 !!! Duh.

Soooo I opened the raws this morning. Saw the spicy and went 'ohh shoot'. Then some of y'all say that some folks are hating Akane bc of this chap. I proceeded to panic, because fandom war is scary af. So I translated the chap for myself. And I just gotta say:

Aoi, Nene, your boyfriends are idiots. Y'all gonna be punching and headbutting the idiocy out of them for the rest of your lives and I'll be willing to pay for your karate classes.

The teen drama made me laugh so hard ahahahaha I guess this is what you get for hoping sensei will drop a bomb this month lmaoooo.

P.S. Teru you little shit

Man I don’t even know where to begin. This chapter is oozing doraaaaama and I can’t take it seriously no matter how much I try. I remember thinking, “Shoot, this is the ‘I hate you, I hate you too, proceed to make out’ trope in JSHK’s classic ‘oooh serious moment, eh? PSYCHE!’ style,” before bursting into laughter.

I swear I’m not making fun of it.

Because it’s already fun to begin with. Ahahahaha.

I do however, take seriously the long-awaited insight into Aoi’s mind. I hollered in joy, y’all. ‘Cause like ... finally!

(Also like ... ngl the development of Aoi and akaoi in this arc might come into play in my Shrek AU. Pls don’t ask. Yet. That’s not the official AU name I swear I just wanna confuse my readers ahahaha)

Back when chapter 64 came out I wrote something that was supposed to be the first of the Let’s Talk About JSHK Manga series but I ended up not posting it because I wasn’t sure about a bunch of things. Here’s an excerpt from that post, titled ‘Aoi and Her Blues’:

I mean, what did the minions do to her? ‘Remove unnecessary things’. Someone said they removed her inhibitions (I’m terribly sorry I forgot who said this because it’s been so long so I can’t put the link here, but if you know, feel free to send me the link).

But she has to be brainwashed, right?

She remembered enough about Nene. Enough to call her out on her feelings (that she still denies btw lol) and recognize Hanako from Nene’s wonderful description (or because Aoi could see him all this time and never said anything, who knows?).

Most importantly, she remembered Akane.

So apparently they weren’t unnecessary enough to be erased from her memory. Which I’d beg to differ if I were going to make this girl willingly sacrifice herself.

Would she let her best friend fall down into a pit full of giant insects, or let her childhood friend get impaled? I mean this is the same girl that cried when Akane and Yamabuki got together (by accident) and when Nene started talking to herself like a madwoman.

So yeah. Definitely brainwashed. Pretty sure now.

The one thing that bugged me is what she said though.

“I’ve always wanted to go somewhere far away.”

“Nothing will stop me from getting my wish.”

Btw these aren’t accurate word for word I’m just drawing from memory.

Is that a wish forced upon her by the brainwashing, or has Aoi been depressed all this time and ... y’know, therefore thought about ‘going far away’? I’m personally leaning more towards the first, but it still got me thinking.

Remember back in The Clock Keeper arc when she said there was something she wanted to tell Nene?

Can some creepy hands showing up in the gardening club’s album photos really warrant that kind of expression? Is it just me who got disappointed when the thing she wanted to tell Nene ended up being just that?

But if she did have such thoughts, why?

Maybe she was lonely? I mean Nene got so busy with supernatural shenanigans. Akane’s busy with student council stuff (and school wonder stuff). Though I don’t doubt for a second that he’d drop everything for Aoi, but Aoi’s not the kind of person to do that. And to be honest, I feel like so far Aoi hasn’t been shown having genuine interaction with anyone aside from Nene and Yamabuki without the other person being completely enamored by her. And even with Yamabuki that was just in that After School chapter.

So I guess my hunch wasn’t that far off. Still though. Still though. Is she or is she not brainwashed? Because as much as Aoi likes-but hates-but actually kinda likes Akane, I still don’t think she’s the type of person to stab her childhood friend until he’s got a hole through his fucking torso.

Throwing Nene into the bug pit I guess makes more sense if Aoi knew all along that the pit won’t lead anywhere too dangerous, and that Hanako wouldn’t leave Nene’s side. Nene’s perfectly safe with him. Sorta. She did get kidnapped and were about to be sacrificed after all. But heeey Hanako still showed up to save her in the end.

Stabbing Akane like that tho? Even if she knows he wouldn’t die in a boundary especially in his school wonder form? It just doesn’t feel like Aoi, man.

Then again she did say no one really knows her, and that anyone who does would end up being disappointed in her.

I’m really happy to know that she does not, in fact, appreciate all the attention given to her. Comedy framing aside, constantly having some random guy approach you to ask you out presumably every day is ... annoying at best. Kid deserves better.

So ya girl got some extreme trust issues. Strangers, even Akane and Nene, I could understand. But her dad tho? Is something going on in the Akane household? Bruh ....

How long has Aoi not been able to trust anyone enough to let them get close to her? Because if she’s been feeling like that about Nene all this time, Imma be super sad bruh. Nene is one of the most genuine kids ever (perhaps only second to Kou).

I understand that Aoi’s disappointed because Nene’s been keeping secrets, but honestly, who would believe you if you come up to them and say, “Hey so I summoned a toilet ghost and now I’m stuck as his assistant. The rumors about supernaturals are like, totally real, and can endanger everyone in this school for real, too. Also I turn into fish when I come in contact with water.”

Sensible best friends would either a) not believe you, or b) try to get you as far away from supernatural shit as possible ‘cause hello? Ya ain’t Miles Morales ya can’t just blast What’s Up Danger when monster of the week shows up.

Even if Aoi does let it continue, wouldn’t she wanna get involved? Would Nene let her get involved when Tsukasa’s still around? Ya girl got cursed, thrown off the top of a boundary, sent to literally nowhere and everywhere, almost got her body stolen by mirror monsters, kidnapped and taken into a fake world, and now trapped in literal Grim Reaper’s realm. Honestly, who would involve their best friend in this sort of shit?

It just makes me sad to think that all this time Akane and Nene have genuinely cared about her but she didn’t think they were. Aoi, my girl Nene literally threaded hell boundaries and high shallow water to save you!!!

Unrequited platonic love hurts just as much as romantic ones, y’all ....

Speaking of romantic love.

Hey, uh, Akane. For claiming to despise Hanako and calling him a slimy pervert, y’all kinda act the same way with your respective girlfriends when things get a bit heated up, huh? Even the teasing part.

Boy, you’re dumb af. You deserve that.

There it is y’all, it’s official. We got punches for akaoi and headbutts for hananene.

You deserve this too. But Teru’s face here is really annoying, I’ll give you that. Teru you little shit.

At least you’re finally gonna be useful. Let’s just see.

Hmm I guess I have to address the thing now.

Ahem. The thing. The pushing (pulling?) Aoi down, grabbing her neck thing.

Yeah I don’t get it either. Whether it was a creative choice taken in consideration to the actual character’s state or to just pander to the trope that seems to be marketable in Japan or both, I don’t really know.

I do however, have to remind you that none of these kids are in their right mind. One is possibly still recovering from the effects of brainwashing and dealing with not only extreme trust issues and insecurities, but also the sight of a gaping hole on her childhood friend and perhaps crush’s torso, not to mention having to deal with this in the middle of nowhere. The other one is the said person with a gaping hole on his torso, who almost lost his life-long crush, and even got stabbed by her in the first place.

They’re lost. They’re tired. They’re emotional. They’re frustrated. They’re two hormonal teens.

I think Akane thought Aoi wouldn’t listen to him unless he makes her. Which is why he went with exposing her by saying he hated her. Which is still a dumb move in my opinion. But Aoi rightfully got back at him. And honestly I didn’t think he really hurt her. I mean, it’s Akane after all. *shrugs*

The way I see it, the entire thing was a result from not only their current condition but also the uh ... not telling each other how they really feel all this time. Aoi with her issues, Akane with his secrets. They’re a ticking bomb. It’s horrible that they ended up hurting each other because of this (physically and emotionally), but I could see why it went like this. These two are flawed. Most importantly, they’re teenagers. They’re bound to fuck up in this equation.

Heck, I’ve fucked up worse in less endangering situations before.

But heeey once things get cleared between them they fall right back to each other. Sure things aren’t entirely resolved. But they’re gonna be okay. Teru’s there. Should be fine. Probably.

The thing is we as the audience who come into the story with a clear head can easily figure out the best, most sensible way to deal with the characters’ problems. But these problems affect the characters in (physical, physiological, psychological, emotional) ways most of us can’t immediately empathize with, which can make their bad decisions frustrating for us to see. We know it’s wrong. And when these characters have calmed down and healed, they’ll know that it’s wrong, too. If they’re not dicks, that is.

You know how it feels when you’re fighting with someone, and you know the best thing to do is to talk it out, but you just can’t bring yourself to? It makes things worse, right? And you’re frustrated, right? Unfortunately that’s just how humans are.

Even I let my emotions get the best of me when I judged the villagers’ actions back in chapter 68 hahaha (but I still think they’re awful).

It’s just my opinion tho.

And whooo everyone is officially here but Yamabuki (and Sakura and Tsukasa, but they’re bound to show up)! Catch up soon, my citrus child.

Lastly, I have the moral obligation to remind you that if akaoi’s confrontation ended up like this, imagine how hananene’s would be.

I’ll leave you to your deductions.

As always, feel free to discuss. Just ... don’t fight, onegaishimasu.

[peridoch]

INSTINCT - Dabi X Reader (NSFW)

Shout out to all my Dabi fucker fellows!

This fic was inspired by one of my favorite pieces from @kazooli the Aphrodisiac scenario with Shiggy (here), and the headcanon about Dabi being a tease tease tease mean bastard UwU

The moment I read it I thought "what if it was Dabi" and then this fic was born /o/ Hope y'all enjoy it!

Plz be gentle I've never wrote anything before, let alone in english, so there's that. But I'm glad I did it. Share my thirst, if you may.

Words: 2.189

"I screwed up" 

Your heart pumped blood into your head in slow, painful bumps.

"What do we have here -" the criminal steps into a strip of light, revealing a wicked grin before fading into darkness again. You can smell him as he gets closer. He stinks of blood and body fluids. As your eyes adjust to the light, you can see the kind of alley you ran into. Dead end, shit.

"Looks like I got lucky" 

He says, anticipating his prey. You immediately try to run, but you feel an irrational fear growing in your gut. Your heart is racing, your limbs won't move, what the hell? Adrenaline spreads down your veins when you think of the mission.

“Easy now, cupcake". The man walks towards you. "Useless to fight it”.

Your eyes widen up in disgust as his hands reach to your shirt

"Uuh, buttons... Bonus round... Ever met a Puppet Master before, dear?" He takes your silence for an answer and goes on, savoring the moment. You sense he's done this countless times before.

"That's right, I command your instinct... The second you got a sniff of my scent your body knew who's the predator.. and who's the scared.." he rips off a button “..little..” he pulls out the last one “..rabbit.” 

Your boiling rage makes you regain some control. Who this scumbag thinks he is? Even though you can't use your quirk you manage to punch his nose and get away, leaving his face a bloody mess.

"A FIGHTER huh?! GOOD, I like that!! Show me MORE of it! It's been a while since I met some... Resistance."

You feel your anger fade down, along with all your will to fight and run.. almost as if.. you had no self preservation instinct. "Shit, this fucker's messing with my head" 

"HOW ABOUT THAT? Hahahahaha! Wait until you beg for me to fuck you"

As he closed his mouth, a wave of heat ran through your core, leaving you staggeringly weak. Dang, you could swear it only gets this hot around-

Blue fire blows up the nearest wall finishing your thought for you; as well as revealing your shirtless, useless partner

"That was about time you came" You burst out angrily at Dabi. He's a sight to see though, casting blue fire upon your assaulter, and you enjoy watching him scream and burn. 

"This was the last of them" He mutters before acknowledging you. "So how was your end of the.. hey-" Dabi darts your way, noticing your tattered state.

"I'm okay" You try to stand but your body is crazy sensitive and you cringe, bothered by even the scrape of your clothes. He rolls his eyes.

 "I don't have time for this" before you can even gasp, the bag with the goods from the mission is on the ground and his arm is locked around your waist.

"WAIT DON'T -" You protest vainly while he lifts your knees, pressing you against his chest. It's no good, not in your current state.

"Don't you have a shirt?"

"You're one to talk" He mocks, blatantly staring at your lace bra.

"Don't forget the bag" You say, more an attempt to escape those eyes than anything mission related. 

The strain of the quirk on your body soon hits an unbearable peak. You're dead quiet in his arms, hoping he won't notice you're hot and bothered... But he smells so good you're starting to lose your shit. The scent of a man with spicy soft notes of cologne, cigarettes and smoke makes your head spin. You strive to keep your thoughts in check, but Dabi feels your discomfort. 

"Hell, I forgot to check again. You knew who was that last guy I charred up there?" This is his idea of small talk, but it'll do

"He called himself a... Puppet master or somethin' -" You say, plainly. But Dabi laughs. A wicked laugh, that sends shivers through your body.

"Wasn't he that serial rapist the news been nuts about?" He asks in a playful tone. You heard the news, but you stay silent.

"Word's out he called the cops himself every time, just to find the victims still trembling, sayin’ it was the fuck of their lives HAHAHA Guy knew his stuff" 

At his point he's clearly just messing with you, but you know better than to let him notice it's working.

"So did he use it?"

 Your heart skip a beat.

"Sorry I killed the guy before you got lucky-"

"Shut up" 

He always loved your honest reactions. He was just fishing, but the obvious blush on your face and how pointy your nipples were through your bra... He knew he wasn't seeing things.

Knowing that you were horny in his arms for the last half-hour is enough to arouse him out of his mind. From what he heard of that quirk, you must have been dying to do it this whole time.. Hell, you must be dying to do it right now. He feels his pulsing cock twist uncomfortably inside his pants. 

"You know.. I can make you feel real good" he says in a deep voice, stopping his pace.

"Don't". You know he can. You're painfully aware of it. Why did it had to happen just when you were building some respect with the League? And of all people why him? Whom you had more than a light crush on. No, not like this. Not because of some stupid quirk, that you were stupid enough to get caught in. No.

Dabi leans you down against a wall. Few people pass on the side street of the building but he doesn't mind them. He slides a hand on your waist, feeling up your soft skin. The little frown of pleasure you do is enough to make him flip, and your next breath is taken on his lips.

You feel him press so hard against you, your naked stomach on his hot abs while he kiss you with tongue, rough and thirsty, biting your lips like caramels.

He stops all of sudden, hovering over you, like he's having an inner argument. 

"I don't want you saying I took advantage of your... state… whatever"

You never heard him sound so conflicted before. Despite the shadow spot you’re in, his eyes are piercing through yours, bright and fiery, like he needs something. He looks downright intimidating, but your aching loins speak louder. You can't wrap your mind around letting go of his mouth.

"I won't..." you say in agony.

"I'm not convinced" he toys with you, but you feel his urge. You lean on him and bite his neck, tasting his charred skin, and the little groan he let out wipes your head blank. 

"Please" you whisper, licking his earlobe "Please Dabi" 

A heartbeat, and you’re swept off your feet and thrown over his shoulder like one big horny package.

"What? What you’re doing! Dabi!" You cry out in frustration while he takes you past the backstreet to the front of the building, ignoring your kicks.

"Put me DOWN!" You can't believe he'll reject you like this. He blows the lock in the entrance and burns the security cameras.

"Are you INSANE we're gonna get caught!" He takes the stairway, letting an exasperated sigh escape his lips

"Babe I don't mind doing you on the street, wanna go back?" He sounds hella serious, so you stop whining. Another melted door lock later, he throws your limp body on the floor of an empty apartment. 

There’s no furniture, no bed, only Dabi, standing on top of you.

“Tell me what you want” he says in a menacing voice.

Why's he making it so hard? Getting on your knees instead you unbelt his pants with shaky fingers. You hope he gets how bad you really want it. When you eagerly take his cock on your mouth, moving your tongue around it like you don’t wanna miss a drop of his taste, like you’re damn hungry for it, Dabi is frankly startled. You've always been quite the shy one, you had no business being so good with your mo-outh. The abrupt wave of pleasure that crawls his spine makes his knees falter, a moan scaping his lips before he can bite 'em shut.

You’re so proud of yourself. You look up to him expecting to be called a good girl, but instead he looks angrily at you. He didn’t like to lose control, not one bit.

Moreover, he'd waited enough to savor your vulnerable little body. 

There’s no hurry on his mouth when he bends down to assault your neck with wet, lecherous bites. You gasp, taken by every flick of his tongue. You barely notice your bra being literally ripped out of you.

“Hey I liked that one” you complain weakly.

“I liked it too” he smirks, moving down to your breast “You know what you did to me back there, babygirl? Huh?”

He sucks your nipple so good you think you’re gonna faint. You can’t manage any more than tortured moans untill, as if he had a merciful side of him, he reaches to your cunt. 'Wet' wouldn’t begin to describe your mess. As your hips move impatiently, two long, knowing fingers explore your entrance to what would be your G spot, if all of your insides weren't feeling like a G spot.

It'll be the end of you if he'd just keep nibbling your nips like he's doing. But he's not done yet. 

"You didn't answer."

"I.. what..?" Your mind is in shreds. You didn't answer what?

"You..." He rolls you over, making you face the floor with your butt high up, his hand so tight on your hips he'll leave finger marks.

“Tell me what you want”.

His dick touch your entrance and you can feel his pulse, he's not as in control as he wants you to believe. He's cruel, and he's heartless, and he's gonna fuck until he's tired of you if you say those words. Maybe even if you don't.

But you reach to your pussy and spread it open around him anyway. You can't tell what self respect feels like anymore.

"I want you to fuck me please...."

Your head is so red with shame, he can see your ears burning, you're the cutest when you beg

"Please Da- Oh"

His throbbing cock can't wait no more. You moan wildly with every thrust of his on your walls, making you helplessly tremble and clench tight around him. 

"Gotta work for what you want, princess" He pulls off and lays by our side, resting on his elbows.

"Ride me". He looks so bossy. Scared as you are, you're still determined to make him feel good, so you readily obey.. But he makes you stop. A small grin’s forming on his mouth, and his eyes are the shiniest you've ever seen them.

"With your ass." He lifts a brown, waitin' for you to yield. Your breathing is weak. He's so much to take. But get to see first hand Dabi's smirk undoing when you do position his dick on your butthole and slowly, trembly, take every inch of his lenght in. 

It's absurd how good you feel from this. You expected it to hurt, but to your overstimulated body it's like a drug.. best stuff ever... you can't help but ride him like a slut. He grabs your waist and rolls up to be on top again, his face stuck in the crotch of your neck to muffle his moans.

"Oh babe, fuck" he can't hold it any longer. He grabs both your wrists and press your fingers against his neck, his expression changing into a lewd trance as he asphyxiates. Slight threads of blue flame run upon his arms as he fucks you to the ground. You don't dare to move a muscle, afraid to get burned.

“You like it don’t you?” his pace is measured, he wants to make sure you feel everything.

“You like getting your ass fucked don’t you? Say it” 

You recognize the growing pleasure tingling through your body, while every low thrust of his rub your clit just the right friction, so nice you can barely take it.

“I do”. His ravaging your sensitive spots is overwhelming

“I like it, Dabi, fuck.... I do”. It feels like burning when you reach the strongest, roughest climax of your life, you could gladly die right there.

He can't bear to see how sweet you came from being fucked in the ass like that.. He groans and tighten up his grip while you feel your insides fill with his burning hot seed. 

...

You for once release his neck and run your fingers through his hair. He falls heavy but you feel so right. He allows himself a moment of warmth, shivering with his face between your boobs, before rolling away to the floor.

The room is filled with the panting sounds of your rough breaths and his own. 

“So....” he breaks the silence “best fuck of your life or...”

“Shut up” you laugh, throwing a teared blouse to his face. 

He rolls over you laughing, his lips right beneath your belly button.

“This time I'll get you on the mood my way” he says, lowering his kisses. You can't believe he wants to start again, but when his tongue meet your swollen clit you know he still can make you cum a few times more. 

“I don't need a quirk to get you begging” he purrs in a low voice. 

He’s right and you know it, and you hate it.

“I thought you didn’t wanna take advantage of me”

“Guess I’m an asshole” 

You let yourself lose all control under his mouth. In the back of your mind, all the red flags are burnt. If being his feels this good, then you wouldn’t mind being his forever. 

[honestsycrets]

No Thieves Welcome XI: A New Plan

Author’s Notes | hvitserk sinks back to old habits. it’s only the start.

❛ pairing | hvitserk/reader

❛ word count | 2398

❛ genre | heavy angst + plot heavy

❛ summary | hvitserk goes to the one person he knows can belp.

❛ warnings | dark!hvitserk, manipulation, blackmail, hvitserk being a shit, violence, cheating, single parent fears, hvitserk gets what he wants.

“You got her pregnant?”

Why was it every time this happened, he was the one getting shit for “getting” someone pregnant? Was it always on him to make sure they were taking something? Hvitserk sat on the fluffy couch with a cup of cheap ass bland ramen that she made. Apparently the egg in there would soak up some of the spice that was churning his stomach already.

“Is it my job to make sure she’s taking shit? Gotdamn.” Hvitserk slurps up his ramen angrily, cheeks full as his green eyes leer at her. She stands cooking some weird dish for his actual dinner, her long light brown hair bouncing around the middle of her back with rose gold curls.

“If you don’t want a baby.” His phone reflects his mother’s voice.

“Mor, you’re not helping.”

“She’s right. It’s not coincidence that this happened again, Hvit. You should use condoms.” She says, turning around and looking at him with her kind eyes. “First Margrethe and now… (Y/N)?”

“You know I don’t do condoms, Thora.” Hvitserk says.

“Then it’ll happen again.”

“She’s already knocked up! I can’t knock her any more up!” Hvitserk punches his hand into the soft cushions. Then he smooths his hand over the leather cushions as Thora’s favorite maine coon jumps up beside him. “Besides… she broke up with me.”

“She did?” Thora brings him a bowl of ærter which he looks to blandly. For once, he had no appetite after that spicy ramen. He stares down at his cup.

“The fuck am I gonna do? She’s pregnant.” He runs his hand down his face. His mother’s face contorts on his flat phone as Hvitserk hovers eyer it, drops of wet tears plopping onto the screen. “Bet you she’s gonna hold this whole Magnus bullshit over my head and I’ll never see my kid either.”

Thora plucks up the fluffy cat, dropping back onto the couch beside Hvitserk. She combs down the wily mane, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Abruptly Aslaug cuts in on the middle of her conversation.

“We will make her jealous.” She says from the phone on his lap.

“What?” He says in response. “Is that smart?”

“Women are always territorial when they are pregnant. I doubt she’ll be any different.” He states. Hvitserk makes a small humming under his breath, throwing his arms behind his head. It had been a while since he played any games.

“It’s not going to be Margrethe. She’s off her meds.” Hvitserk agrees.

“I can do it.” Thora says meekly.

“You?”

“I am your ex. It shouldn’t be too hard.” Thora agrees with a nodding of her head. Hvitserk glides his arm around her shoulders, tugging her in to kiss the top of her head. The fluffy kitten jumps out from between them.

“You’re amazing, Thora.” He worships his friend-- best friend if he had one. Then he turns his eye down to the phone on his lap. His mother sits with her little yorkie, combing down the wily strands of hair. He hears Ivar shuffling around in the background about his engineering program.

“Thanks, Mor.” He grins, pulling apart again with Thora’s father comes into the room. “It’s a plan.”

Whining at home would have tipped off mor and far. You hadn’t told them yet, and honestly, you were afraid to. Even though you were eighteen years old and free to make your own decisions-- it would have been easier to have their support.

“I told you!” Asta hops ahead of you. Your gloved fingers held a warm hot chocolate, smiling under your breath as Asta broke apart the bagel she had brought to school just for you. It made you feel better since you ran off Hvitserk the prior weekend. She hands you a garlicy chunk.

“I didn’t think it was true.” You mutter softly, nuzzling down into a fluffy red knit scarf. “He didn’t seem like the type.”

“What type?” Asta asks.

“Fuck boy.”

“Are you kidding me?” Asta hops on the last concrete step, bending so that her hair might tickle the sides of your face. “All the Ragnarssons are total fuckboys. Except Sigs and Ivar.”

With her hair tickling your face, you shake your hand to flutter her hair away from your face. Then bringing your hot chocolate to your lips, you take a warm sip. The twinge of chocolate sauce on top of fluffy whipped cream warms your lips in the breaking cold of the day.

“That doesn’t make me any less… you know. What about the milkshake having a daddie?” You say as a group of girls darts by, full of their giggles.

“Milkshake?” She prompts. You shoot her a look and at that she realizes what you mean. Asta reaches out to tug you at the elbow onto the last step, winding her hand around your arm.

“Well if you want to keep the milkshake, I can be daddie milkshake and you can be mommie milkshake!”

Right, like that would work! You laugh about it as Asta tugs open the dull metal blue door open. The warm air hits your skin, warming it-- but that’s not the only thing that it reveals either. The Ragnarssons have a table. All the brothers tend to sit at it. Ubbe, Sigurd, Ivar and the one you really didn’t want to see: Hvitserk.

You expect him to jump off his chair after you. You expect him to look at you, text you, beg for you to come back. But no, there’s nothing. He doesn’t move an inch from where he is in your direction. Rather his arm slinks around the pale shoulders of Thora, his ex-girlfriend. You’re familiar with her during their break up. But they don’t seem at all broken up anymore, motioning his fingers to Thora’s lips just after turning her chin toward him.  

“(Y/N) ignore it.” She says.

But you can’t ignore it. The sight of their lips sliding against one another, Thora’s eyes sliding to a shut while Hvitserk’s own catch you out the corner of his eye. Out of some spiteful reaction he only deepens the kiss, ever keeping his eye on you the whole time he does so. You know that this is all a show to him in that instant.

“Looks like you’ve lost your shiny new sticker.” The voice belongs to Margrethe. She stands with her hands in a fuzzy black jacket, glancing off to where Thora’s hand grips the metal lining of Hvitserk’s jacket. As if almost instinct, the hand over your belly tightens. You lose the enamoured moment between Hvitserk and Thora and glance over your shoulder where Margrethe is, twiddling an unlit cigarette between cleanly manicured fingers.

“I guess it was always going to happen, (Y/N).”

God, someone shut her up. Asta glares over her shoulder as if to tell Margrethe to beat it. She doesn’t give a shit about the warning. Even more than that-- she actually dares to keep on speaking.

“After all, you were just friends.”

It’s not supposed to hurt this much. You threw him out! So why… did it hurt to be replaced? It hadn’t even been more than a weekend! Could he have really gone to Thora’s all weekend after you kicked him out?

“Beat it Margrethe.” Asta growls at her side. Margrethe’s blue eyes narrow a bit, looking out toward where Thora was looking for a monitor. None there so she tips him into another sweet kiss.

“I…” You swallow-- hard. “I have to go.”

You’re distantly aware of Asta calling your name as you speed off in the direction of the bathrooms within the cafeteria. As you speed to the safety of dull, tiled walls Asta throws a heated glare toward Hvitserk. It’s almost as if it’s magic because Hvitserk leaves Thora’s lips with the deepest of smirks upon his handsome young face. Then again he lowers his head to return to the game of mancala on the table, laughing even.

That fucker.

Her feet carry her in Hvitserk’s direction. Harsh stomps that carry Asta to the table where Hvitserk and Ubbe were playing with a bit of mancala. Asta is the easy one to ignore. The one that normally is too mild mannered to do anything about what Hvitserk would do to you. This time, however, she’s had enough.  She forces herself between Sigurd and his sweet girlfriend Blaeja, lurching over the table.

“Asta--” Ubbe sees it coming first.

Her balled up carried her body weight as it connects to Hvitserk’s defined cheekbone. He’s thrown off enough at his bench that he tips over onto his back. With a heavy thud, Hvitserk falls onto the faux tiles. He gives a harsh grunt, snapping his head around just in time to see her coming right after him.

“What the fuck, Asta?!” He barks out, bringing his hand to his busted lip. He honestly thought it was the end of it after one good punch. He’s sorely mistaken as her hands come over his throat and god, he doesn’t remember her being so close that she can actually choke him out! Clearly, she’s made it sitting upon his chest. Under other circumstances he could have found this kinky.

“Miss Nilsson!”

Except she was ringing his neck and shaking his neck so hard that he was going a little splotchy eyed. He gasps under her hands, the lack of oxygen making everything go hazy and black. Before he could dig the knife out of his pocket though-- he’s granted relief by way of one of his teachers standing over him. With Ubbe’s help, Finehair has tugged her off of him and Magnus joins his friend’s side. Within moments of the incident other students are turning around from their tables and looks toward their table.

“You fucking piece of shit!” Asta roars. “How could you knock her up and throw her away?!”

Thora appears beside her to help him to sit upright. Her fingers trace the outline of Asta’s upon his neck, fussing over the change in colour. Finehair is as curious as everyone else however. Given the other day, he knows just what is going on.

“Are you okay, Hvit?” She asks sweetly.

“What are you talking about?” Sigurd asks standing up beside him. “(Y/N)’s not pregnant.”

“Hvitserk?” Ubbe prompts his smaller brother to speak.

No one speaks. Not Asta who is led off by Principal Ingstad, who slipped through the front doors. Nor Finehair who has kneels below by Ubbe and Thora. He assists Hvitserk in standing up and as you peep out of the bathroom door rubbing wet tears from your eyes. Harald takes Hvitserk’s shoulder in one arm despite the stagger towards where you were.

“We should talk in my class.”

“You got miss (Y/N) pregnant?”

Why was it that everyone told him that? Hvitserk stood with his hands jammed into his jeans, leaning forward with the slightest roll of his eyes. Finehair slips behind his desk, jangling the drawer open.

“That was what the other day was about.”

“Yeah.” He says. “It was.”

“Don’t use condoms?” Harald holds up the foily package of one. Shit, why was everyone always on him about condoms! Hvitserk digs his hand into his pocket, unwrapping the plastic around another cherry lollipop. He had been binging them lately. Hvitserk began to wonder if it was a stress result of coming unraveled. Without your stability there-- everything was starting to to slip back… and back… and back.

“Na.” He says.

“If you’re sleeping with many women--”

“I’m not.” Hvitserk interrupts. “(Y/N) broke up with me. I was trying to get her back.”

“You couldn’t just buy her flowers?” Harald presses. Cute, Hvitserk thinks. There’s a reason that only Lagertha seemed to have been with him. At that, even, he’s heard rumors of Lagertha being a dominatrix in her free time. Rumors that could not be confirmed or denied. In that absence, he has to agree.

“You haven’t been with women, have you?” Hvitserk rolls his tongue around his candy as he comes closer to his teacher. “You wouldn’t know.”

“Know what?”

“What they’re like.” Hvitserk sets his hands to Harald’s shoulders. “They don’t want fucking flowers. They want attention. And by this time tomorrow, the whole school will be buzzing about my baby mama.”

Harald lifts one of his eyebrows, shifting to look at the young Ragnarsson behind him. Ragnar Lothbrok was more than an ordinary man. Lagertha was no ordinary woman. For years he’s considered what it was about their family. He looks up toward Hvitserk with blank expression; unsure of why this Ragnarsson is even going to school.

“It would be wise.” Hvitserk pats his shoulders, snatching the condom from Finehair’s fingers. He inserts it back into the front pocket of Harald’s shirt. “If you just stayed out of our business. Or I’ll uncover yours.”

The bells sung.

Hvitserk collects his notebook and green pencil back into his lazy black backpack. Physics had gone well and his guilty little shit Magnus was working out perfectly to his advantage. What a stupid shit his brother was… but that was okay. They could fix that. Floki could even see it on him, giggling at the imperfect answer from another student while they collect their things.

“A-Are you gonna see (Y/N)?” Magnus mutters shakily. It was lunch. Margrethe butts in between Thora’s arm to take Hvitserk’s, shoving her out of the way particularly roughly.

“He’s going to take me to the cafeteria.” Margrethe chirps-- ignoring her presence. “I ordered pizza.”

A rictus of a smile keeps on Hvitserk’s face as he unpeels her hand from his elbow. Then turning his gaze down to his phone on his table, he shakes his head. Thora keeps to herself as confident as she ever had been.

“I’m out to see my woman. She’s probably all alone and depressed with Asta out of the way now.” Hvitserk presses his forehead against hers, rubbing his forehead against hers in an affectionate motion. Their noses brush like cute little pups. He pats his little brother’s shoulder on his way out the door. Then with sardonic heat, Margrethe turns back to Thora.

“You took him from me, you little-- little whore!”

Floki tsks his tongue to catch Margrethe’s attention.

“Not in my room, Margrethe.”

And when she turns back around, Thora is gone.

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[childrenofcain-if]

oh no, they’re not an RO but can be a fling option. you’ll definitely meet them again in all the routes to make the situations a little bit spicy 👀

#and by spicy i mean that punches are gonna be thrown #jealousy jealousy

Is Kyle a frat bro? I just find the idea of a frat bro (even one at Yale) being C’s love rival so funny, C would be so annoyed about it lmao.

lmao not you clocking them 😭 they’re not a frat bro/sorority sis yet, but it’s inevitable since they’re about to pledge soon 🫢

none of the ROs will be too happy about MC being involved with someone from the greek societies, especially C and M 💀

[perhaps-blue]

Character cheat sheet

Alright so today I decided to rewatch bungou stray dogs cuz my writing is really lacking when it comes the all the characters. It feels like they’re more often than not out of character. So I wrote down notes on how they behave (and a lot of stray comments) and thought I’d share them in hopes that it might help someone else. Getting all these characters right is really hard after all. So, enjoy! And feel free to add/comment if you want to change something!

Here goes! Part 1/2 The Agency

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Atsushi

- very loud

- Lots of exclamation marks!

- Always looks worried, probably is as well

- Assume a lot

- There’s just so much panic in that small body

- Stutters

- Says stupid things to get out of something

- Not confident enough in his abilities

- Puts others above himself

- He needs to actually want to hurt someone or he doesn’t know how to fight

- Good instincts when it comes to fighting as well

- If this boy couldn’t regenerate he’d be dead by now

- Fighting spirit is much fueled by rage

- This naive little thing, stop believing everything people say

- Easily scared

- Jesus he’s gullible, stop listening to Dazai

- His will to protect others is admirable

- He can transform fully he just rarely does it

- Always sees good in people

- He is so done with everyone

- Uses San for almost everyone (as he should)

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Dazai

- Usually answer questions with questions

- Doesn’t correct assumptions

- Doesn’t make them himself

- Neutral/bored facial expression unless he’s teasing someone

- He actually is serious sometimes, actually pretty often

- Watashi

- Does go for some pretty long monologues when he explains things

- Actually listens to kunikidas orders

- Pain does in fact not bother him

- Watch him punch someone with a cheesy line

- He likes to tell the criminal how he figured it out or where they made a mistake

- Hands in pockets, always

- He shows surprise in his eyes

- Very mean when he has to, Akutagawa for example (see: my new subordinate is much better than you)

- Says Chuuya a lot, well people’s names in general

- All this pickpocketing

- I mean he can actually fight

- Also this jumping up from a laying position

- We already know he’s smart but Jesus, how do you write a character that’s smarter than yourself?

- He just sitting against the wall in a 90 degree angle so Chuuya can reach him, cute

- Does in fact not know everything, he does research to find what he needs

- He tells Oda about missions at lupin, lupin really must be mafia owned?

- “The biggest misfortune of Dazai’s enemies is that they are Dazai’s enemy”

- He did still joke a lot in the mafia, same lightheartedness as now.

- Does Dazai know it’s gonna end badly with oda? He wanted to take a picture to remember

- Uses a lot of fancy words even when young

- Carries a lock pick

- He guesses a lot and says he knew

- Dont feed him spicy food

- Fuzz up? I mean I know he curses in the manga but really?

- Basically never uses San (did he with Mori? Yes he does) Ane-San doesn’t count

- I’m happy that the mafia members are still scared of him, they know how ruthless he can be

- Does he have feelings?

- He really doesn’t predict everything, he’s just good at adapting

- He likes slapping people, you backhand that bitch, go dazai!

- Very flippant when he does something to help

- Red eeeeyeeees

- There’s no exceptions to his ability

- I wonder if he dislikes celebrations

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Kunikida

- gets angry easily

- Trusts Dazai when there’s need

- Much smarter than I give him credit for

- Super strong

- Acts on his feelings all the time

- Just.. ideals. I hadn’t realized how often he mentions them

- Very straightforward, he doesn’t say things in the nicest ways

- Shows his feelings on his face

- Calculating

- He’s proud of the younger ones but don’t show it

- Likes calling people idiots

- Can be really dense when it comes to normal things, as in not detective related shit

- Please stop listening to Dazai’s bullshit

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Kyouka

- serious

- So small and innocently cute

- Looks very cut off from reality, at least in the beginning

- She’s an assassin

- Seems like she just wants to try normal child things all the time, crepes for example.

- Maybe she missed out on growing up (like most others did)

- She’s killed 35 people

- The mafia scares her

- Is she scared of her ability? At least in the beginning

- She basically does anything others tell her

- So scared

- Doesn’t understand how normal people behave, just does as she’s learnt

- Strong independent woman (or 14 y/o)

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Yosano

- sadist

- Always ask if someone’s hurt and gets disappointed when they’re not

- Very nicely threatens people with dismemberment if they’re being a bitch

- Give them hell

- Doesn’t take anyone’s bullshit, if they’re wrong they’ll know

- Yes use that motor saw hon

- She relies on her ability a lot when she fights, though I’m sure she’s a good fighter nevertheless

- Threatens random people who are being unreasonable

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Ranpo

- very bored, always

- Does question the president when something is wrong

- He talks more than I actually thought, and it’s not always smart things, usually just rubbish

- Candy

- Very hyped when he gets to have fun

- And teaching Kyouka about candy yes

- “War is so boring” I agree Ranpo-San

- Doesn’t actually figure everything out at first glance, sometimes he asks or need clues

- Seems like he can figure people out in one glance though

- He does stupid things when he isn’t wearing his glasses, it’s a trap dear Ranpo

- Really he’s an idiot without them

- He believes in the glasses thing

- The president is the one who made his ability, sort of

- So he isn’t actually stupid without.. more like he believes he is

- The agency was created because of him

- “I’d look stupid if I turned out to be normal now” so he basically does know

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The Tanizakis

- she follows him everywhere

- His ability is so useful why don’t I ever write him?

- This sisterly love is... special

- He cares for her as much as she for him

- She shows everything on her face

- But she is very brave

- He is as well

- The brother is as old as Atsushi

- He worries most when she’s in danger

- “For Naomi I’d gladly burn the world”

- Well he can fly a plane

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President

- cares about everyone in the agency

- Appears out of nowhere

- My dude’s got a boat, probably have more than one safe house as well. Oh and a car. Imagine them owning a plane/helicopter. Note: they do in fact own a fighter plane

- Always knows what’s going on somehow

- Very fair in giving everyone a chance

- Looks pretty cold hearted

- Bet he’s got a thing for saving children as well (Odasaku would do great in the agency with him)

- Takes no bs

- How did Natsume get the permit for them?

- Op fighter, better than kunikida

- Puts it on others to explain plans

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Kenji

- he says such horrible things in such a nice way. (The person would be tied up and thrown off a cliff~)

- Really not aware how the world works

- Happy go lucky

- Doesn’t look at death with any feelings unlike Atsushi

- Knows everyone

- Doesn’t judge anyone based on looks or so

- How are people scared of him

- These people would do anything for him what

- Let’s smile and wave around a pole, it’ll only scare the living shit out of everyone

- Straight forward

- Takes everything at face value

- “If you are sincere you can communicate with people”

- He could take a few hits yes

- Many cows as well

- Lots of mentions of “back home things work this way”

- He actually goes to sleep after eating, thought he only lost his strength

- City folk really are amazing

[wrestlinghasmelike-blog]

Royal Rumble Review- January 28th, 2018: Men’s Royal Rumble Match

Hello everyone! What a pay per view, am I right?! A few hits and misses, but overall, a fantastic show, and what an ending!! For this post, I’ll start with the men’s match, and then I’ll make a different post for the women’s match.

Please let me know what your thoughts on the match were, and let me know what you thought of this review! Any type of feedback is welcomed. Thanks for checking this out! 

Men’s Royal Rumble Match

This was amazing from start to finish. It stayed intense all throughout, and it had a huge ending. Such a phenomenal performance from everyone involved.

The first entrant we had was Rusev, which I thought was a brilliant choice for the first person because the crowd was chanting Rusev Day all throughout the pre-show and all throughout the beginning matches.

Our second entrant was none other than my boy, Finn Balor, rocking a spicy maroon/burgundy jacket and matching shorts. Having him second personally, through me for a loop, and I was sweaty the entire time. Logically, having Finn be second in his first Rumble is fine, but hopefully, that doesn’t mean he’ll be eliminated early.

Rusev and Finn put on a good back and forth as we waited for our third entrant, Rhyno. A bit of a shocking entrant, but introducing another big guy this early on does not bode well for the entrants already entered, or any future entrants. Rhyno immediately scared me by trying to eliminate Finn, but thank god he was unsuccessful.

Baron Corbin was our fourth, which was surprising to me, partly because I forgot about him and because fourth seems early for the young wolf. He seemed to be on a dominating path, and gave us our first elimination when he threw Rhyno over the top rope, but was shortly eliminated himself by Finn. Irate, Corbin went on a rampage and attacked everyone involved, knocking everyone down to the ground outside the ring, but not eliminating anyone else.

Our next entrant was Heath Slater, but as Slater was walking down the ramp he was attacked by Corbin, never making it to the ring. This attack makes sense from Corbin because our next entrant was Elias, who got to play his new song for the people of Philadelphia. It was a good comedy bit, and after the craziness that Baron caused, it made sense.

Andrade Cien Almas, Bray Wyatt, and Big E were the next people to come down, and it was surprising to see Almas after his match with Gargano at Takeover the previous night! He got a well-received reaction from the crowd, deservedly so. Our tenth entrant was supposed to be Tye Dillinger, fittingly, but the cameras showed us that he was too busy being attacked by Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn, who had lost their match against AJ Styles at the beginning of the show. In his place came Sami Zayn, who said, “I got this!”

Sheamus was the eleventh man to enter the match, and he decided to help out poor Heath Slater, who was still ringside after the attack from Baron. As soon as they both were in the ring, Heath eliminated Sheamus, then was eliminated himself by Bray Wyatt. This goes to show that you should never help anyone out, especially in the Rumble match.

The match was progressing nicely as the next people to come down were Xavier Woods, Apollo Crews, and my pick as the winner, Shinsuke Nakamura. If you’ve been following this blog, you might ask why Finn wasn’t my pick to win. Of course I would’ve loved to see that boy win, but logically, it didn’t make sense.

Still in the match at this point are Rusev, Finn, Elias, Andrade, Bray Wyatt, Big E, Sami Zayn, Xavier Woods, Apollo, and Shinsuke, and were then joined by Cesaro and Kofi Kingston. You know with Kofi’s Rumble history, he’s going to something spectacular when he gets eliminated. Also at this point, all members of the New Day are out, which should be interesting to see if they all stay on the same page or not.

The next competitors entered were Jinder Mahal, Seth Rollins, and Matt Hardy. We have had 19 people in the Rumble so far, and the eliminations should have gone quicker at this point since this is the middle of the card. The match is very enjoyable nonetheless. The next eliminations we had were Xavier Woods and Big E, who were both thrown over by Jinder. After Jinder was feeling high and mighty, Kofi actually got to eliminate Jinder. Kofi was then thrown over the ropes, but his friends saved him, as well as a plate of pancakes. He skillfully entered the ring again, only to be thrown over by Cien Almas. Sami Zayn was also eliminated by Shinsuke, an interesting angle given their history from their days in NXT. 

Apollo Crews and Cesaro were going at it, and Cesaro got the upper hand and threw Crews out, but he himself was then eliminated by Seth Rollins, who was going to face The Bar for the titles later on in the night. Bray Wyatt and Matt Hardy were the next guys who were showcased, and we’ve seen their rivalry increase in the past few weeks. They actually worked together to eliminate Rusev, leaving Finn to be the iron man in the match (thank god). In a surprising but messy turn of events, Bray and Matt went over the top rope at the same time, making them the next entrants to be eliminated.

The 20th entrant in the match was a Mr. John Cena. Once he rushed to the ring, our remaining wrestlers were Finn, Elias, Cien Almas, Shinsuke, and Seth Rollins. Once these six saw Cena in the ring, they all ganged up on him and took him down. Not a super surprising team up, but I got some joy out of it seeing Finn beat him up at least. We also got to see Elias keep his promise on beating up John Cena, but it didn’t last long as John threw Elias right over the ropes. Bye bye!

A surprise entrant for number 21 as Hurricane Helms has crawled out of the Hurri-Cave to compete in the Rumble! A great childhood memory of mine, the Hurricane was gone as soon as he arrived when he was eliminated by John. The crowd was super into it, and this was a nice break from the action. Thanks Hurricane!

The next guy to make his entrance known was Aiden English, but it would’ve been nice to see him with Rusev in the rumble! Everyone loves those two guys, but when it’s just Aiden, he barely gets a reaction. Aiden did his best in this match, but he was soon eliminated by Finn. At this point, Finn and Almas are the only men entered who entered in before the number ten.

The number 23 and 24 spots went to Adam Cole and Randy Orton. I am in awe of the fact that Adam Cole is in the match. He went through a gruelling battle with Aleister at TakeOver, and his wounds are showing tonight with his ribs taped up. I’m surprised that Randy is this late in the game, considering he won last year. In the match is still Finn, Almas, Shinsuke, Seth, and John. 

Number 25 was Titus, which was kind of a bland entrant for me, but he’s been climbing through the ranks on the main roster, so we’ll see where this goes for him. Number 26 was The Miz and I can’t believe I forgot about him being an entrant! He just came back, and now he’s hoping to win the Rumble. What a guy!

REY MYSTERIO IS BACK AND HE CAME IN AS NUMBER 27 WHAT A COMEBACK THIS IS AWESOME 

Cien Almas was the next guy eliminated, and he was thrown over by Orton. The match is still going pretty well at this point, and it’s keeping time really well. 

Number 28 was Roman Reigns, and thank god he was number 28 because if he was number 30, WWE would’ve had a lot of issues on their hands. Not from me personally, but a lot of people on social media were very angry with Roman being in the Rumble at all. 

The Miz was the next one to be eliminated, and he was eliminated by both Seth and Roman. Unsurprisingly, Roman turned his back on Seth and threw him out as well. Titus was also eliminated by Roman, and Adam Cole was eliminated by Rey.

Goldust was the 29th entrant, and while it’s really cool to see him still wrestle and everything and be involved in this match, but the crowd was expecting to see anyone other than Goldust.

The 30th and last entrant in the Rumble, making his comeback, was none other than Dolph Ziggler. We haven’t seen Ziggler since mid-December when he vacated the US title and “quit” the business. He eliminated Goldust immediately, but was then eliminated by Finn. The remaining people left in the match are now Finn Balor, Shinsuke Nakamura, John Cena, Randy Orton, Rey Mysterio, and Roman Reigns.

With these 6 guys left, we’re gonna have a great end result, no matter what. It soon becomes Finn, Shinsuke, and Reigns up against Rey, Randy, and John. The PG-era versus the Ruthless Aggression Era. They all go back and forth, each member throwing punches. Eventually, Randy Orton gets eliminated by Roman Reigns, and we’re down to five.

We see some potential dream matches with these last five guys. Shinsuke and Rey, to name one. Finn and Rey exchange in a sequence, and Finn comes out victorious when he throws Rey over the ropes! BUT THEN OUT COMES JOHN CENA, AND CENA THROWS FINN OVER

I was definitely disappointed to see him go, but being in the match for 57 minutes and 38 seconds (he tweeted it I didn’t count lol) is a great accomplishment. I’m so proud of this boy, and I know he’ll have a great road to Mania. He was the Iron Man tonight, no one can take that from him. 

Cena, Roman, and Shinsuke are our last three contenders. They all put up a fantastic fight. After playing round a bout, Shinsuke threw John over the ropes, leaving it up to Roman and Shinsuke. These guys put up a really great fight, but after going back and forth for a couple of minutes, shiNSUKE GOT ROMAN OVER THE ROPES TO BECOME THE WINNER OF THE MEN’S ROYAL RUMBLE!

This was so great, and he was my pick! Shinsuke made history at the Rumble, and I’m so looking forward to his match against AJ at Mania in April!

-Casey

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #189

“why are the children all marching into the desert to die?”

What does your trick-or-treat bag or pail look like? Pretty sure mine was usually just a plastic orange pumpkin. How old will you turn on your next birthday? 23, wow-ie. What are your plans to celebrate? Dinner with the fam, and I don't think I could possibly pass a birthday without getting a tattoo. :') Which X Factor audition(s) was/were your favorite? Don't watch it. Were you a straight A student in spelling and grammar? Yes. Were you a straight A student in math? No, I got Bs sometimes. Were you abused or do you know anyone who was abused? I know people who were. What is the name of your favorite coffee shop in your town? N/A What is fall weather usually like where you live? Usually warmish and breezy, but sometimes super cold. Do you think you have an accent? Very slightly. Do you use plastic, wooden, or wire hangers? Plastic. What is your favorite shade of yellow? Pastel. Are there any shades of blue that you don’t like? If so, which ones? No. Are you afraid of getting yelled at? YES YES YES YES I WILL CRY PLEASE DON'T Who has the best-decorated house in your town? *shrugs* What is your favorite part of Halloween? Dressing up. Is there a cemetery in your backyard? No. Did you decorate a pumpkin this year? No. ;_; What are some fall activities you would do with your kids? If I actually wanted them, take them on a hay ride (spooky one if they're older and want to), decorate pumpkins together, obviously go trick-or-treating, let 'em play in leaf piles. Have you ever seen a fox? Yes. What color are the squirrels where you live? Brown. Is there anything about Halloween you find offensive? Um no. What do the trees look like where you live? There's basically a shitload of pine trees, some dogwoods in spring (which fucking stink, btw), and then there's other trees idk the name of. Did you like field trips when you were a kid? YESSSSSSSSSSSS Do you find museums boring or interesting? Interesting! What was your school’s rival team’s mascot? Uhhhhh idr. What are three issues you are passionate about? Gay rights, gun control, and immigration. Would you ever wear a shirt with your country’s flag on it? I mean if I had to? What’s a medicine that makes you sleepy? Klonopin, back when I had to take two a day. I was just barely able to function at all on three. Do you like bath bombs? Never used one, but sure. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Pussycat Dolls lmaoooooooo Do you like Disney movies? Only heathens don't. In what type of area was your first sexual encounter? A house. What do you occupy your time with on flights? Listen to my iPod. Do you ever realize how ridiculous you’re being yet continue on anyway? Sometimes in anxiety-type situations. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else’s property? No. Have you ever been punched? No. What do you usually order from Olive Garden?
 Spicy shrimp fritas oh my gaaaaaaaaaaaah How do you like your steak cooked?
 Medium well. How do you feel about bats? I'm love them. Is anyone in your family artistic? Me. Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? No. Are you emo/gothic/punk? I AM the Thicc Goth GF in my head. I'm just too poor and lazy for the wardrobe. :^) Would you date someone 20 years older than you? Nooooooooooo that's way too big a difference for me. What is your father’s middle name? John. What was the last food you got a random craving for? Sour gummy worms lmao. What is something you enjoy doing, but aren’t good at? Singing, sometimes. Name some healthy foods that you enjoy eating. Strawberries, apples, peaches, corn, cucumbers, green beans, bananas... What is your favorite Studio Ghibli film? Don't think I've watched any. If your best friend was a fictional character, who would he/she be? Why? This requires too much thinking. What was the last song you listened to? Does it mean anything to you? Ninja Sex Party's cover of "Africa" is on now. No. What flavor was the last cupcake you ate? Chocolate. When was the last time you complimented a stranger? Idk. Do you know how to text without looking? Not well. What about typing without looking? Yup. Have you ever thrown rocks at a girl/guy’s window? No. When was the last time you bought a bathing suit? Like, a year back? Do you like eggnog? NOOOOOOOOOOO. How often do you see your mother? Every day. When was the last time your living room furniture was rearranged? Long time ago. When you were little, did you like watching Cartoon Network, Disney or Nickelodeon more? Disney. When is the last time that you experienced rejection–literal or imagined? By no means /serious/ rejection, but I suppose it fits the definition. Asked the tat/piercing parlor I go to about working there at the desk (the place isn't busy and I'm v comfortable there, so I think I easily could), but they let me know they currently didn't need anyone. When you are feeling down are you more likely to cheer yourself up by shopping, eating, or drinking? I've gotten loads better about it, but eating. Do you think there will be a time when our current age of rapid innovation comes to a standstill? What do you think is the limit of human technological advancement? No, honestly. It may stall, but I don't see it stopping any time soon. In hindsight, what was the most misguided/unhelpful assignment you had to do in school or college? Uhhhh idk. On any blogs or social media you may have, do you try to maintain a certain aesthetic or persona? Is this consistent across platforms or just specific to one? Not really. My less-appropriate sense of humor comes out more on Tumblr, and in some areas I type in all lowercase because I find it more aesthetically pleasing. Is there an artist or celebrity whom you admire for their craft but take issue with their personality or politics? Marilyn Manson, very easily. He's talented and unapologetically unique as all hell, but I do noooot like him as a person from what I know. What is the last party or event you were invited to but declined? Why? Are there certain events that you might be invited to which you are likely to decline? An old friend's Thanksgiving-ish friends party. I was tempted, but it was explicitly stated to BYOB and weed and I just didn't want to be in an environment where there was lots of drinking and smoking something that's still illegal in the state. I was already uncomfortable enough last time I went to a party at her house and there was so much smoking. You were also supposed to bring a piece of Thanksgiving food to contribute, but I can't cook and I didn't wanna bother Mom about it. For the last question, it's just about a "never" situation where I'm invited to a real event besides family birthday parties or meet-ups with Dad and his wife. Off the top of my head, I'd never go to a club if I was invited. Imagine your life three years from now as if things have gone perfectly, better than you would typically predict. What do you see? Living with a happy Sara in the mountains, very successful in photography and thus financially stable (or hopefully a bit beyond that), excelling in school, back to my healthy weight, my mental health is great and I'm on way fewer meds, Sara's able to breed snakes and write as a real career, COVER ME IN TATS BITCH, more piercings, a treatment/medication for hypotonia has been discovered, my niece and nephew have met Sara and been taught our relationship is not wrong (I doubt it though :x), I'm happy, it'd be nice to write with more people, I have at least one poem published, Teddy, Venus, Kaiju, Roman, Mitsu (now totally comfortable being held), and Sara's babies are still alive and kickin', Venus and Crowley have had a clutch, Sara's PMDD is under control, Dad's stopped smoking, Mom is in a healthy, fulfilling relationship, both Mom and Sara are at the weights they aim for, Nicole is with a guy she truly loves and he reciprocates properly, Mom has been treated for depression and has forgiven Dad... Man, lots of things. This question really made me look forward to creating this future. What about your personality makes you good at your job? Alternatively, why do you find yourself uniquely suited for or drawn to your ideal career path? No job, so I'll just respond to the second. Photography is pretty surprising as it requires serious communication, which y'all know isn't my forte in the least. However, I'm so passionate about it and feel knowledgeable enough on it to be confident. Plus I just love showing how beautiful the world is capable of being. Do you find it valuable or important to respect those in positions of authority simply because of their position? Does this vary based on what that position is? Nope. I'm not gonna respect an absolute asshole just because you're of a high position. It doesn't vary to me, either. Do you find that you often desire and/or enjoy sex? If not, why not and how do you negotiate those feelings with your partner? If so, what is it that you enjoy about it in particular? I'd say I desire it to a normal degree, and yeah, I enjoy it. Why, #1, it's such a passionate and intimate way to communicate how much you love and trust your partner. Then I mean it feels good so. How many times have you seriously injured yourself? Idk. Seriously... three? When was the last time you were a passenger in a car and sat in the back? In the back, idk. Did you attend Sunday School as a child? Yes. Are/were you in the school band, and if so, what instrument did you play? Yes, flute. What is the best thing you’ve ever bought at a thrift shop? This cool crashed ship lamp! It's beside my bed. Have you ever ordered an unusual drink at a bar? No. What is your favorite thing about summer? Swimming. That's it. When was the last time you went to your local library? Whew, years. Can you do a proper cartwheel? No. Have you ever been pulled aside by security at the airport? No. Are you a fast-thinker or a slow-thinker? Slow. If you were to donate to charity today, what would you donate to? The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention or The Trevor Project. What is your favorite card game and when was the last time you played it? Magic: The Gathering and not since my PS3 broke (I had the Duel of the Planeswalkers store game on there and I WANT IT BACK). Who was the last person you cuddled with? Sara. Did you ever go to summer camp when you were younger? No. What is your favorite seasonal candy? (only available at certain times) Gingerbread men!! Are there any television shows you own in entirety on DVD or VHS? Meerkat Manor. How far away from your house is the nearest gas station? Like, two minutes. Do you know anyone who is fluent in a second-tongue? Yeah. What is the scariest movie you’ve ever seen and who did you watch it with? The Rite, but only because the whole "raped and impregnated by a demon" shtick is a fuck to the no from me. Watched it with my younger sis years ago. When was the last time you had a bubble bath? A looooooooong time ago, I don't like baths. What was the last strong scent you smelled? Poop. Good job, Bentley. What did you buy the last time you went shopping for new clothes? A bra, I think? How did you discover your favorite band? Mom's CDs. When I was getting into my rock and metal love, I went through them and listened to albums with cool covers or bands I knew she loved, and the first happened to be Ozzy. :') Does the weather affect your mood? If so, in what ways? Yes. I have a greater tendency to feel down when it's real cloudy and sometimes rainy. If it's really hot, I'm in a worse/cranky mood. When are you most likely to be bored? Late afternoon/evening. What was the last big decision you made? Hmmm. Going back to school, maybe? Where was the last place you traveled to, and what did you do while there? Illinois. Hang out with my bby. :') What is your favorite thing to go shopping for? Clothes at Hot Topic ahhhhh. What was the last thing you received in the mail? Something for VR. What is one of your wildest dreams or ambitions? Become a well-known photographer. When was the last time you performed in front of a group of people? Years ago for dance. Who was the last person to upset you? How about the last person to cheer you up? Mom; Sara. Is there anything or anyone you’re trying to get over or let go of? No. What was the subject of your last phone conversation? Uhhh something short with Ma that I don't remember. How close do you have to be with someone before you’ll consider them a friend? I have to feel decently comfortable around them. How do you feel when a mostly unheard of band (or tv show, movie, etc.) that you love suddenly starts to gain popularity? I'm happy for them! I just hope they don't change. When was the last time you listened to new music? Uhhh recently. Do you think it is strange when a couple says “we are pregnant” rather than “I am pregnant” or “my girlfriend is pregnant”? No, I actually prefer it. You're in that shit together. Do you ever feel like you were born in the wrong era? What decade would you most like to have grown up in? No. I'm good with the '90s. What was your most memorable concert experience? Only been to one. :| But Alice was great. If you have any, are you close with your sibling(s)? Has it always been that way? Not very, and no, at least with my younger sister. We were pretty close. Do you require “closure” after things like break-ups or do you move on easily? I. Need. Closure. How long does it take for someone to earn your trust? Good luck. Do you like peanut butter? Yesssss. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school? Do/did you prefer wearing it than regular clothes? In middle school. Hell no. What’s the last thing you got really excited over? Going to Sara's. Is there a genre of movie that you just can’t watch? Action-y. What was the last song to give you nostalgia? "Holiday" by Green Day. Do you have a certain color grape you like the most? Purple. What’s your signature thing you do when drinking that will make your friends say, “Alright, they’re drunk”? N/A Have you ever been on a hot air balloon? No. What’s your definition of weird? I try to keep the mindset that "weird" doesn't exist as I'm not one to talk about things being so, yet I'm hypocritical about it and do find some things, ex. fetishes, extremely weird. Do you use shaving cream? For my legs. When was the last time you cleaned your room? Is your room clean? I dusted my whole room a while back. I need to vacuum baaadly, but ours is broken. ;-; Have you ever personally known any girl who shaved their head? Yes. Have you ever known anyone who committed suicide? Sadly. Have you ever tried to commit suicide? Yes. Have you ever coughed up blood? No. How do you wish you could die? Surrounded by family and painless. Do you have any apps on your Facebook? If so, what? No. What kind of mouse pad do you have? Don't have one. What color is your mouse? Pink. Do you know any who might be anorexic? Do you know anyone who has bulimia? Maybe? Did you ever want a pony when you were little? Idr. What’s your favorite dessert food? Ice cream. What is the closest thing to you right now that is alive? My dog. Do you exercise? I'm starting to again. Do you dislike writing school essays? Not if it's a subject I like. Are you a very open-minded person? Yes. Are you modest? I believe I am. Do you skate? No. Are you in a band? No. If you were to make it big with your own band, what would its name be? *shrugs* It depends on the members. Would you rather a friend come over to your house or you go over there? I go over there. Have you ever had rabies? No. Do you know anyone who ever had to get a rabies shot? Idk. Have you ever gone hunting? No, never would. Ever eaten deer? Duck? Squirrel? How about lamb? No. Have you ever received a note in your locker? I think once from Aaron?

[pilawforhire-archived]

Making sure Law is asleep - on the sofa, an open book under his limp hand - Ace grabs a lipstick he'd found on his way home and starts painting pink hearts on Law's cheeks. Were it the other way around, Law would have plenty of canvas on Ace's torso but alas, Law would not be shirtless as often as his roomie and Ace had only so much space to colour. He kept his hearts as small as the tip of the lipstick allowed.

His pulse pounded in his ears, so loud that for a second, Ace wondered if a poltergeist was hammering on their walls or an intruder had invaded their home. But Ace was a determined fellow. With a goal in mind, nothing would stop him, not even some vengeful spirit consumed by wrath. Thus, his vision tinted by a pair of swimming goggles, several beads of sweat streaming down his back under the large yellow raincoat, Ace tiptoed toward the living area in his diving fins that went flap-flap-flap. He pretended he was an underwater undercover agent, surveilling the great Roo in his afternoon slumber. Luckily for Ace, Law had passed out in a deep sleep after staying up too long and exhausting himself comatose.

Anyone familiar with Ace should know: boredom and Ace was often a disastrous recipe for quality mischief. In Ace’s defence, however, Law was presenting himself a temptable target for a harmless, innocent prank. Much like a huge, enticing puddle that beckoned one to jump in. You knew it could be dangerous but you only had one life to live! Just look at Law, sprawled out on the sofa, his head tilted so far back his neck was completely exposed. His mouth was wide open and he even snored audibly. If Ace loved Law less, he would have dumped bread into that temptable mouth that always protested so stubbornly and strongly, expressing his vehement hatred, for the ‘doughy gluten abomination’ – Law’s words.

Lipstick clutched in hand like a dagger, Ace crouched hidden behind the couch. Stealthily, with the Jaws’ theme song playing in his head, Ace rose to his feet, inch by inch by inch until the top of his head peeked out just slightly. Ace peered down at Law, and he whispered in Law’s ear, “Wakey wakey, Roo…” When Law did not budge, Ace’s smile widened with glee. “Oh, Roo. I’m gonna make you pretty.” Ace began to doodle multiple pink hearts all over Law’s face. As the number increased and Law’s cheeks were decorated with heart after heart, Ace’s heart beat faster and faster. He felt like he was on a rollercoaster climbing slowly to the top. At any moment, the plunge would happen. Law would wake and scream. Except --- Ace had no idea if he should be delighted or disappointed --- Law only stirred a little before he went back to sleep, dead like a log. Uninterrupted by the enemy, underwater undercover agent Ace concluded his mission with a hundred percent success rate stamped across his report. Beaming proudly, Ace slunk away to wait for the epic finale starring Trafarroo D. Roo.

Sleeping Beauty Law woke an hour later. He yawned loudly and stretched out satisfyingly on the sofa before he eased himself to sit upright. Blearily, he glanced around but Ace was nowhere to be seen. Law rubbed his eyes and licked his lips. A glimpse at the clock and a rumbling of his stomach suggested dinner time was close. Law dragged himself to the kitchen and dug through the cupboards and the fridge. He opened and shut the fridge door three times repeatedly until he gave up and wandered in search of Ace.

Law called out. “Hey, let’s go for d---” He didn’t have to go far. Ace bounced toward Law happily. They nearly collided before Law staggered a step back. “…Dinner…” Law continued. He eyed Ace’s expression suspiciously.

Ace had a weird look on his face. His lips were tightly pressed together. They did a little dance as Ace stared brightly at Law. Law hated being paranoid but he couldn’t help feeling like Ace was trying his hardest to suppress his laughter. Slightly unnerved, Law combed his fingers through his hair over and over until he was certain no misbehaving tuft was sticking out. Then he forced himself to drop the matter. Ace could be overly excited about the smallest things: candy, free toys, food, cartoons… The better question was, could there be anything that didn’t excite Ace?

Ace shielded his mouth with his hand. Pulling his best poker face, he said, “Wha---Roo? How was your nap? You were out a long while. I was worried I’d have to kiss you awake!”

“…It was good,” Law said flatly. There was rarely an intonation in his voice unless he was screaming bloody murder. “We’re leaving now, I’m hungry.” Law turned halfway, when Ace hastily jumped in front of him.

“Wa---Roo, don’t you think---”

“What?” Law raised an eyebrow.

“You should probably go pee? You just woke. Honestly, don’t come wailing about a bursting bladder lat---”

“I think I’m fine.” Law frowned, trying to sidestep Ace. “When have I ever complain---”

“Fine, it’s your loss!” Ace huffed, crossing his arms. So much for trying to do the good thing and warn Law about his facial graffiti. It was not his intention to embarrass Law in public. If Law allowed himself to step out the house looking like a deranged lovesick maniac, the police would be all over him in a heartbeat! “Roo, there’s someth---” The door slammed, cutting off Ace’s second attempt. Without wasting another second, Ace ran out after Law.

“Dude, I was talking! Rood!” Ace exclaimed, jogging up to Law. He gave Law’s side a playful punch. “So where are we going? In such a hurry?”

“Round the corner… Maybe the Thai place.” Law checked his watch. It was still early; the dinner crowd would not be for another hour or so, but that didn’t mean they should dally. When he needed to eat, denying himself could lead to perpetual grouchiness worse than the usual. However, a strange occurrence had Law slowing his brisk pace. As they strode down the street, Law’s hand held loosely in Ace’s, passers-by dodged them left and right like they were the plague. Law got the sense they were trapped in some nightmare, wherein one awoke and the entire human race had been invaded by aliens. Aliens controlled the minds of the humans and he and Ace were the last to be ‘infected’. Unless --- Law jerked his head toward Ace. Law swallowed hard.

Ace stared back at Law guiltily. Still, he feigned nonchalance. “What, Roo? You change your mind about going to pee? Also, did you know you have somethi---” The rest of Ace’s words were drowned out by a fleet of Harley Davidsons roaring down the road.

“No, I’m fine.” Law gave Ace one last look and convinced himself of what a ridiculous notion that was, aliens! Perhaps the mothers yanking their children away were homophobes; the elderly whispering among themselves were jealous of young love. Honestly, it was not unusual for him to garner critical glances.

The walk was a short one past several blocks. Law ignored the giggles from cliques of teenage girls and the snickers from groups of adolescent guys. Meanwhile, Ace tried --- by God, did he try --- to tell Law about the hearts drawn on his face. However, every attempt had been intercepted by some higher forces of nature or whatever. Law had probably offended some otherworldly being just by being himself and this was his retribution. Ace tried one last time.

“Roo, why don’t you stand there and I’ll take a pic of you in your handsome clothes.”

“No, don’t wanna.”

“Just stand there. It’ll only take a second!”

“I think we’ve attracted enough unhealthy attention for one evening,” Law said, as a pasty-faced goth stared at him disgustedly. Law chalked it up to his sunny yellow pullover being intensely offensive to the latter and Ace facepalmed and shut up about the matter. The damage was done… If Law found out about the hearts right there and then, after his walk of shame, he would be livid. And if Law was hungry too? The deadliest combination ever! Forget all the catastrophic nuclear reactions. If Law was going to find out about the hearts, it was best he did so on a full, satiated stomach.

The greeter received them aloofly at the Thai restaurant. After Law and the greeter exchanged sharp looks, the greeter showed Ace and Law to a table by the window and left them with menus before disappearing to tend to other customers. By then, the aroma of spicy Tom Yum soup wafted over to their table and Law was completely indifferent to the nervous looks of their waitress who took their orders as quickly as possible and scurried away. Ace felt a twinge of guilt for leaving Law like that but hey, ignorance was bliss. Their conversation went simply.

“We should try not to get thrown out---”

“Or banned,” Ace chimed in.

“Or banned before we’re halfway done with the meal.”

“I think we can manage that.”

“We’re running out of places nearby that would admit us…”

“Hey, how long do you think they’ll take to make all that food?”

“The same amount of time it takes to cook for a birthday party---not long, I hope.”

“You brought your wallet, right? You made me leave before I could grab anything---Rood.”

“Too bad, you’ll just have to work here, pay off our debts.”

Ace kicked Law lightly under the table.

“Remember what happened the last time? It started very innocently with a kick---” Law stood up abruptly. “Uh I---I’ll be right back.” He hurried toward the toilets before Ace could stop him.

Ace, watching Law disappear into the Gents, could only gulp and mutter, “Uh-oh.” Ace waved frantically to the waitress. “Hey, do you think you can serve me everything in the next five minutes before my R---friend gets back?” He couldn’t count on Law to remain calm. Sure, sometimes, Law could be entirely unfazed by things that would otherwise disconcert a person. Law could watch videos of people dying in the most gruesome ways without batting an eyelash. However, something so embarrassing would most certainly cause Law’s tightly wounded nerves to unravel. Ace glanced around a little nervously. There was a lot of glass surrounding their table. Before Law returned, he should probably leave, except that the food smelled delicious and his mouth was starting to water.

Law, struck by a sudden call of nature, shouldered past some of the wait staff and went into the Gents. He picked the urinal at the furthest end and relieved himself with a soft sigh. Another customer winked at him when he passed him by on the way to the sinks but Law shot the other customer a cold look and proceeded to wash his hands without paying the guy any mind. Law pumped some mint-scented antibacterial handsoap and lathered his tattooed fingers, taking his own sweet time before he rinsed off under the automatic tap. He scrubbed between his fingers; he gave his palms a nice massage. One of life’s greatest pleasures, often overlooked, was washing one’s hands under warm water. It could be rather soothing, oddly enough. Finally, the last step, Law shook his hands into the sink to dry off any residue water. Slowly, Law raised his gaze up. He glanced at the mirror. Law paused.

Hang on one second. The mirror --- hmm, someone had drawn hearts all over it. What an inconsiderate ass--- Ha-Hang on. The mirror---! Law took one step to the left. He took one step to the right. Oh fuck.

N-No wonder. Law cupped his face with both hands in sudden horror. His face paled. Law gaped. His reflection in the mirror would frame nicely as a painting in the Louvre. Tourists and art critics would be all gaga over it. Law felt his blood run cold. He started to wipe his cheek when he halted.

Only Ace could have drawn the hearts on his face. Had that been why everyone had avoided him? Had that been the reason for all the laughs behind his back? What an unforgivable prank! How dare Ace humiliate him like this? Law clutched the sink till his knuckles turned white. He glared at his reflection when a thought flitted through his mind.

Law’s face softened a tinge. Between them, rarely did the words ‘I love you’ get said. Was that the reason behind Ace’s mischief? Had he drawn the hearts as his way of saying ‘I love you, Roo’? Law started to rub off the lipstick again when he paused. Whatever Ace’s reason… whether Ace had meant it as an affectionate gesture… Laughs had already been had. Instead of walking out ashamed, without the doodled hearts, he would wear them with pride! For fuck’s sake. Corazon would have been proud, wouldn’t he? Nah, the man was dead. But whatever, if he could bear the weird judgmental looks from the tattoo artist, surely he could walk out with the hearts on his face and pretend all was normal. Law nodded to himself. He cocked his head to the side at the other customer staring at him from across the toilet. Law said, with an edge of a warning in his tone, “Whatcha looking at?”

The customer bolted into one of the cubicles and Law marched back to Ace confidently. So he had a dozen over hearts drawn with lipstick all over his face but he refused to let that destroy him. As long as no one got photographic evidence, any rumours would only be dismissed as such.

Ace was shovelling food into his mouth by the time Law joined him back at the table. Law slid into his seat with Ace staring at him, waiting for an outburst that never came. Ace had expected the toilet to explode with Law’s screeching. Had Law not seen the mirror at all? Otherwise, why had Law not wiped off the lipstick? Regardless, Ace said nothing else except, “Oh, Roo!! Better hurry or I’ll eat it all.”

“Hands off! You already ordered plenty for yourself,” Law whined.

“And so?”

“So leav--- Hey, did you… Did you steal my prawns?!”

“Wha---” Ace scarfed down spoonfuls of rice. The legs of the prawn dangled from his lips before he quickly sucked them into his mouth. Ace added, with his mouth full, “Huh? No, maybe they didn’t give you any prawns? Maybe the cook forgot?”

Law waved at the waitress irritably. “Hey, there’s no prawns in this. I counted none when the menu specifically stated seafood Tom Yum.”

The waitress ran off and pretended she was busy watering a fake plant.

“Rood,” Law muttered.

“Rood,” Ace agreed.

That night, fresh out of the shower, dressed in his heart-print pyjamas that matched Ace’s own, Law snuggled under the bedcovers beside Ace. He laid his head on Ace’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Law mumbled, without any other explanation, “Next time, just send me a card.”

@pxrtgasdace

[vertigoambrosia]

wxw how dare you oppress me on america’s birthday by making me watch shortcut without english commentary????

[i’m kidding; vimeo’s shitty roku app is actually what’s oppressing me since it’s doing sound delay bullshit AGAIN]

i know a bunch of the results but still; should be fun

hahaha i love andy; i didn’t recognize what song he was doing but it’s still funny

wxw i have seen this video package like a hundred times

still feel like emil shouldn’t have lost the title (possibly though being a lil shit) and this should be a sitoci/starr singles match

i don’t care if the dutch boys think you’re kind of annoying, i like you, david

HAHAHA THE SITOCI SUCKS SIGNS

geniune heel heat is so much fun

i would say we should make signs for thatcher at the next evolve, but pretty sure nothing could improve on the mass booing and serious business shittalking that already goes on

..is he pulling out starr’s chest hair??? ultimate heel tactics

lol @ german commentary saying ‘mamma mia’

it’s kinda weird to have this as the opener; that felt so much shorter than the last bunch of shotgun matches

hoping david will show up in nyc at some point with it; he’s gotta come back to tier 1 soon though since he’s tag champs with mike verna

is angelico left handed? i’ve never noticed somebody shaking with left hand

wait WHAT

riddle was supposed to fight ilya, right? what happened? where is my boy?

WHERE IS MY BOY

i’m so salty where is he

like irrationally salty

high blood pressure salty

stopping to check ilja’s twitter to see wtf salty

i mean i like marius and all but an ilja match would be more interesting; here riddle can just do his thing

[probably especially noticeable now since last weekend evolve totally deconstrcuted the superman shit he was starting to get; tapped out to zack on one show, only technically won against keith lee cause they had both collapsed but riddle’s arm was on lee so it was very technically a pin]

[and that keith lee match was a fucking war]

riddle is one of those dudes that does the fighting spirit thing without really getting it so it’s just yelling while no selling

did al ani trip over the top turnbuckle???

i sound really nitpicky i’m just in kind of a mood

also tfw no ilja

not nitpick: riddle’s gts still looks pretty bad

karsten :(((

‘I GAVE YOU LIFE, KIM RAY’ will never stop being amazing

oh snap are they implying that in kayfabe cmj is actively responsible for karsten’s tumor coming back? cause damn that is intense

dammit i need subs for this convo why do they forget to sub cmj + walter segments??

hahahaha christian i bet you think you look fearsome

HAHAHA walter’s trying not to laugh

bless

oh kim’s new outfit is very spicy

hahaha cmj taking a page from toru yano’s book

‘payback is a bitch’ hahahaha

did he request everyone be silent?

lol he quit

or just went to get a weapon

YASSS WALTER

no walter you should have just let him take the kick

YAY FINALLY

i mean ringkampf dying makes me very sad

but walter finally getting fed up with cmj has been a long time coming

did a kid start that ‘fuck you christian, fuck you’ chant?

JUST FUCK HIM UP KIM

MERCY IS FOR SCRUBS

behead him!

OH DAMN THAT WAS JUST AS GOOD

oh? what are we getting?

this is ridiculously cathartic

is the licking going to be a thing now?

that was awesome

oh hey mella

why does ‘ladies’ sound so quaint?

i posted about it earlier but i’m stoked that this is happenijng; i wish more than four people were involved but i’m sure there will be a plethora of challengers

and it was probably just scheduling issues since it’s all throughout the tour

oo we already setting up some shit

hahaha mella imitating the pose is great; that’s the most cliche pose in all of women’s wrestling

punch her, mella!

see you shoulda thrown the first punch

i’m glad we’ve already got a rivalry

mella winning is really obvious to the point where i’m not sure they’d do it; gonna be intereting to see what happens

yes i have also seen this video package multiple times

ok so wxw adds up the days of multiple title reigns, right?  and that’s weird, right? cause jurn has not been champ for a straight year i know this

HAHAHA i need to know what rico was yelling when jurn was gyrating in his face

i like avalanche a lot but this really should be ilja challenging

WHERE IS HE

jurn wearing the dragon scale undies

the simmons wonderland song doesn’t even make sense wtf

this match seems slow

i might just be tired

ha ok i like robert ending the trading punches by just scooping jurn up and slamming him

that piledriver counter was either cool or a botch or looked like a botch and i can’t decide which

gahhhhh that cannonball miss sounded serious!

uh i think that massive boot was a lil off

but whatevs the piledriver is the most important

ok new post for the rumble

[misssparklyprincess]

//My Hero//

Word Count: 3377

Group: NCT 127

Member: Jaehyun

Warnings: none

“C’mon, (Y/N), why won’t you come tonight? For me?” Your best friend pestered you during your last class of the day. It was the Friday before a long weekend and you just couldn’t wait to unwind in the comfort of your home. Nothing appealed to you more in that moment than the idea of putting on your coziest pajamas, watching the cheesiest k-drama, and eating some spicy ramen. But that’s not what Yoona thought. She gave you the best puppy dog eyes she could muster as she continued to question you. “You never go out! And it’s my birthday this weekend. If you go you won’t even have to get me a gift…”  

“Why is it so important that I go? You go to parties without me all the time!” You rolled your eyes at her as you shoved a book into your bag.

“Because you’re my best friend! And it’s my birthday weekend! And you love me!” She glanced around and then leaned closer to you. “Annnnnddddd because Jaehyun will be there?”  

You blushed a little and pretended to contemplate. “I guess if I have to humor the birthday girl.” You grinned as she squealed in delight, causing half the classroom to turn towards you. She came to your house straight after school, giddy to plan your party outfit. “What about that red dress you have?” She called out from the pits of your closet. “You mean the one that ends an inch below my crotch? No thank you.” You snorted. “Why can’t I just wear something comfy?” She popped her head out and quirked an eyebrow.

“You don’t want me to answer that question.” You heard her rummage through a few more racks and drawers and then a distinct “aha!” She emerged a moment later brandishing a skirt you hadn’t worn in months. “This, with a white top and the right accessories, is what you’re gonna stun the room with. This is what Jaehyun makes go head over heels" she winked at you. After a few hours of just goofing around, it was finally time for the ‘amazing’ party. Before leaving the house you checked yourself out in the mirror one last time. If not for Yoona you never would have even thought of putting this outfit together. The skirt was a tad short but showed off your legs wonderfully. The white tank top was low cut but not overtly so, and the necklaces glinted against your skin. You liked how you looked, not something you say often. Yoona dragged you out of your house and shoved you into her car, bubbling with excitement. After a few minutes, the two of you pulled up to a grossly large house. You couldn’t hear the music so much as feel the vibrations in your bones. Laughter filled the air and you could feel your stomach twisting. There was too many people here, you couldn’t last a night surrounded by the noise. Almost as if she read your mind, your best friend reached over and grabbed your hand. “Trust me, we’re gonna have fun! And if not, we can leave whenever you want to. I’m just glad you decided to give this a go in the first place.” And with that you threw yourself into the party world. As soon as you opened the door, the stench of beer and Soju overtook you. People crowded together everywhere, you grew a little claustrophobic. You weren’t too excited on drinking, but if you hoped to make it through the night alive you were gonna require alcohol. Lots of it. Yoona searched for the girl throwing the party, stopping sometimes to say hi to random people you didn’t recognize. You hadn’t realized how popular she was but in hindsight you could see why. She drew in people like a magnet.   “(Y/N)?” You heard someone call from behind you. It was Taeyong, your neighbor and best friend since age 3.  

“Taeyong oppa!” You yelled as a huge smile broke out on your face.  

“I can easily say, you were the last person I expected to see here.” He chuckled as he wrapped you in a huge hug. “What are you doing here? You never go to parties, much less the one’s thrown by Hyerin. Her’s usually end with the cops getting called anyway.” Your eyes grew wide at his last comment but you vowed to stick it out for as long as possible, for Yoona. “It’s Yoona’s birthday tomorrow and she begged me to come.” You explained over the thumping music. He grinned down at you.

“You never come when I beg you.” He fake pouted, causing you to laugh.  

“Maybe because it’s creepy when you beg.“ You laughed along with him.

“Fine well this creep is gonna leave you to it. See ya.” He kissed your cheek and then was absorbed into the crowd. You turned around, searching for Yoona. Someone caught your attention from the corner of your eye but as soon as you saw them, they melded back into the background.  

“(Y/N)! Can you grab us some beer?” You spun around and saw Yoona. She was on the dance floor by herself, captivating her audience. You assumed by us she meant you and her, which you were happy to oblige.

The kitchen was practically deserted as everyone was in the halls or out in the backyard. Spotting the cooler full of beers, you rushed forward eagerly. You grabbed two, one for you and one for Yoona. Eager to have the flow of alcohol subdue the noise that encompassed you, you popped open one bottle and chugged half the contents with a slight grimace. “Someone’s thirsty, huh?” A voice called out from behind you. Someone too close for comfort. You turned and were met with Johnny, the gross grease bomb that kept flirting with you despite your (constant) rejections. You quickly stepped backwards in an attempt to escape from his proximity. Instead, you were met with the wall and no escape.   “Look you punk, I’ve told you before. I’m not interested. Can’t you just leave me alone?” You tried to ignore the panic that was starting to bubble up in you. Of course you’ve heard stories about girls at parties, you just never thought that you would be one of them.

A menacing smile grew on his face as he staggered towards you and put his arms on either side of your head, trapping you between him and the wall. Your breathing quickened and you searched for a way out. ”You know, if you gave me a chance, I think I’d be able to change your mind.” His boozy breath flowed over your face as he started to lean in. Your eyes grew wide in fear and you tried to slip past him. Despite his drunken stupor, Johnny grabbed your wrist forcefully. “Nuh uh darling, not tonight.” You couldn’t do anything except screw your eyes shut and pray he’d loosen his grip on you.   Suddenly, his presence was yanked away from you. A sigh of relief whooshed out as you sagged against the wall. In front of you, Johnny was sprawled on the floor with a body kneeling over him, grasping Johnny’s shirt collar with so much force you thought it was about to rip. “Don’t you ever go near her again you scumbag, you hear me?” And with that, the figure slammed him on the floor. The voice was masculine, definitely someone you knew, but you couldn’t pinpoint who it was. As the person went to stand up, Johnny couldn’t help but make a fleeting comment. “One of these days, I’ll wreck you babydoll.” He stared right at you as he said it. The person lost it, throwing punch after punch at Johhny. You gasped at the sheer force and anger that they demonstrated. It was so intense you feared he would kill Johnny.   “Stop! Stop it!” You yelled and ran towards the man, yanking his arm in a feeble attempt to stop the attack. When you touched him, he turned to look at you, and you were finally able to identify your savior.

Jaehyun. You widened your eyes slightly in surprise. “You’re gonna kill him. He’s drunk and stupid and a perv, but he’s not worth going to jail for.” You tried to reason with Jaehyun, keeping your voice level as you held his gaze. With one last scowl at Dick, Jaehyun rose and stormed out of the room quickly. Throwing your own disgusted look at the writhing and bloody idiot on the floor, you rushed out after your Jaehyun into the backyard. People streamed past you to see the damage done to Johnny, leaving the yard practically deserted save a few couples. “Hey! Wait up!” You called out as you jogged towards (C/N)’s retreating figure. He visibly tensed as you caught up to him. “What…. what was….. that…” You panted out, tired from the brief exercise you were subject to.

“Nothing.” He replied gruffly.

“It sure as hell didn’t look like nothing!” You grabbed his arm as he tried to leave. “Look, at least let me grab you an ice pack for your hands or a beer or something. You kinda saved me back there.” He seemed to contemplate it for a moment before nodding yes and following you to a pair of chairs separated from the rest. You ran to the outdoor cooler and grabbed a beer. Since there were obviously no ice packs, you untucked your tank top from the skirt and threw a few icecubes in the pouch you made, creating a temporary ice pack.

Jaehyun avoided your gaze when you returned, accepting the beer silently as he stared at the dewy grass. Realizing you wouldn’t be able to get him to talk much, you gently took his hand. His eyes flickered to where you two connected but still refused to look at your face.   His knuckles were bloodied and bruised, evidence of the intense anger that lied beneath his calm exterior. You gingerly placed the makeshift ice pack on his hand, his fingertips grazing your stomach slightly. He yanked his hand away quickly. “What are you…” he trailed off, finally meeting your gaze.   You spoke softly. “What happened back there?” You reached for his hand again. He hesitantly let you resume icing his hand. His fingers rested on your stomach but neither one of you made a move to pull away. “I…. I don’t know. I saw what he was doing, what he was gonna do, and I just- I lost it.” His hand curled into a fist beneath your shirt as the anger flared up again.

You let your shirt drop, the ice tumbling from your shirt onto the grass. You rose from your chair and stood in front of him. He looked up at you, his eyes betraying the sea of emotion that stormed inside. You threw your arms around his neck and collapsed, ending up sitting on his lap. For the first time that night, the weight of what could have happened sank in and you started crying. “Thank you. Thank you.” You whispered into his chest as his hands immediately circled your waist. You couldn’t help but feel perfectly safe in his embrace, as if you were meant to be held by him. You leaned back and searched his face. He tenderly wiped the tears off of your cheeks. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted as someone called out from behind you two. “(Y/N)! (Y/N) where are you?” It was Taeyong. He visibly sagged with relief when his eyes landed on you and he ran to where you sat. “What happened in there? Johnny keeps mumbling about you… about what he was doing before his ass was kicked. Are you okay?” He picked you up from where you sat on Jaehyun as if he didn’t even see him. And he probably didn’t, you were so close to him that he was essentially your older brother.  

“Yes, Taeyong oppa, I’m fine. I promise. Jaehyun saved me….” You gestured to the chair behind you only to find it empty. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion as you searched the yard to find his towering figure. You glimpsed him exit through the gate and walk towards the street. Ignoring Taeyong calling out for you, you bolted after Jaehyun for the second time that night.

The gate slammed behind you as you swiveled your head from side to side, searching for the only person you wanted to see in that moment. A few kids loitered on the front lawn but none of them were the person you needed. Squinting your eyes, you finally spotted Jaehyun’s brooding figure a block down and on the other side of the street. You called out for him but he either didn’t hear you or he ignored you. Sighing, you took off again. Damn Yoona for making you wear a skirt tonight. Your legs were starting to chafe. When you were finally a few feet behind him, you called out his name once more. He didn’t acknowledge your presence at all. He just continued his brisk walk down the street. You jogged past him and stopped so he couldn’t move past you. Seeing that you weren’t gonna budge, Jaehyun finally halted. His eyes no longer were the pools of emotion from moments earlier, now they were clouded over. Unreadable. “You need to stop doing that.” You said, crossing your arms.  

He shrugged. “Doing what?”

“I’ve ran more tonight than I have in the past 3 years of my life combined.”  

“What do you want, (Y/N).” He said it as though he were exasperated, not as if he actually wanted to know what was happening.

You dropped your arms and stepped towards him. He eyed you suspiciously, like you could attack him at any given moment. You spoke softly as you searched his eyes. “I want to know why you keep running from me. Why you saved me in the first place. I want to understand what happened tonight, I want to understand you.”   He laughed without humor. “Why? You seem to understand Taeyong pretty well already.”   You stepped even closer to him, reached up to touch his arm. “Is that why you left?” His eyes flicked to you for a split second. He didn’t answer you but he didn’t have to. It was written all over his face. Your hand dropped to your side. “Taeyong’s not the one that saved me tonight. Taeyong isn’t who I chased down twice tonight. Taeyong…” you drew a breathe in.”He’s not the one I want.”

At this Jaehyun’s head snapped towards you. You averted his gaze, much like he did to you earlier tonight. This time, Jaehyun was the one to take a step towards you. His hands cupped your cheeks as he lifted your face towards his. For a few seconds nothing happened. Your eyes were locked, both of you searching for answers. He needed to know if you were being honest, if you meant what you said. You looked for a sign that he felt the same way you felt. Those few seconds seemed to span for eternity. Finally, as abrupt as Jaehyun is, he kissed you. His lips crashed onto yours so suddenly it took you a moment to realize that Jaehyun was kissing you! Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands rested delicately on your waist. You couldn’t help the smile that broke out in the midst of your make out session. Feeling your mouth curl up, Jaehyun broke the kiss suddenly.   “Did you just grin while I was trying to seduce you?” He smiled down at you, his hands still sitting on your waist. You threw your head back as a laugh bubbled out of you.  

“Did you just say you were trying to seduce me?” He nodded his head enthusiastically.

“Does that mean it’s not working?” He fake pouted at you, drawing your attention to his swollen lips once more.

“Maybe you should try it again, just to double check.” He wasted no time reattaching his lips to yours. Without realizing it, he subtly backed you two up until your back was pushed against the bark of a tree.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!” You pulled back so quickly your head slammed against the tree. Behind Jaehyun stood Yoona, her eyes blown wide as a hand covered her mouth in surprise. Taeyong stood next to her, his hand resting on the small of her back and his facial expression mimicking hers. Jaehyun quickly stepped so he was standing next to you. Your eyes flicked between the pair standing in front of you until you realized what was happening.  

“Are you two…”  

“LIKE YOU SHOULD BE TALKING WE JUST CAUGHT YOU GUYS DRY HUMPING AGAINST A FUCKING TREE!” Yoona screeched. You frantically looked around, hoping no one was near enough to have heard her. “No, please, say it even louder. I’m sure someone in Seoul didn’t quite catch that.” You hissed out. Taeyong calmed Yoona slightly then turned to face you again.

“Yeah, Yoona and I are going out now.” Before you could interject with the plethora of questions that bombarded your mind, Yoona spoke up again.

“That’s why I begged you to come tonight. We were gonna tell you. But APPARENTLY you should have been the ones that had to tell us something.” She grinned while looking between the two of you.

“Hey,” Taeyong barked out, looking directly at Jaehyun. “You better treat her right. If you don’t I swear to God-”

“Taeyong, he’s the one that saved me tonight.” You cut him off, warning in your eyes.

“She’s the best person I know. Don’t do anything to fuck it up, okay?” Taeyong questioned, his tone steely cold.

“She’s the best person I know, too. I don’t know how lucky I got but… I’ll spend every moment trying to be the person she makes me feel like I could be.” His stare burned into yours as you looked up at him, a blush crawling up your cheek. You looked back at your friends to gauge their reaction. Yoona seemed to be glowing with happiness. Taeyong looked like he still wasn’t sure. Yoona looked at her boyfriend and rolled her eyes, dragging him away finally.  

You turned to the boy that towered over you. “Did you mean what you said?” You practically whispered, gazing up at him through your eyelashes. He smiled down at you. “Every word.”

You pulled him down to meet your lips once more. After a few seconds he pulled away from you, making you pout. “What, did my plan to seduce you not work?” You teased him.  

“No, no it may have worked too well. I was gonna say, my house is just a block away if we cut through the park. Do you wanna come over and hang out?” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Only if you give me a piggyback ride.” You spun your finger, indicating that he should spin around so you could hop on his back. Instead he gave you a devilish smirk and scooped you up bridal style. You laughed with delight as he carried you off towards the park. Tonight was already the best one of your life, but it looked like it was about to get a whole lot better…