#and then did 1 gag with this 4 books later and nothing else ever because she's very boring really

[whetstonefires]

Someone suggested a couple years ago I have nonbinary people in my fantasy setting that spends a lot of time being very detail-oriented in how it's based on medieval europe.

(because like we have so many medieval europe fantasy settings and i cannot think of a single one where men don't wear pants?? but for most of the medieval period. no pants. what else are we leaving on the table. this is a bad explanation but a solid example i hope.)

so anyway my first reaction was 'how even???' and i set it aside, but i kept thinking about it because if nothing else it was an interesting technical problem.

i could not put modern enbies into this setting. the necessary cultural preconditions did not exist; the man and woman of this society are not quite the same ones we have so how the hell could our not-those schema port in? i wasn't trying to recreate any specific historical society but the external...basically the logistical conditions underlying certain gender role trends discussed above were in place, and fitting Recognition Of Nonbinary Identities into that society would involve intensive and severely-theme-undermining reconstruction work. so no. even picturing the result pissed me off in exactly the way op is discussing.

however. i did have some nomadic werewolves who could get some cool narrative background work done with a culturally specific third gender that tied into the phases of the moon.

and i had an elderly mentor character who had declined to specify a gender or any backstory details thus far and i was like, well this character is already casually living outside of the established boundaries of society and somehow thriving, what if hyhault declines to specify a gender to anybody ever, not just me. just laughs and says pick one. that would do a lot of work for both the character and the themes actually.

also when populating the historical religious landscape i tucked in a minor messianic figure who received local cult status back in the day and resisted gender classification because of being a star and not subject to that kind of thing.

so now i have nonbinary representation in my medieval vampire setting, and it's not really important to the narrative but it's not extraneous either, and it does fit naturally into the world and add dimension to it.

the female protagonist's relationship with gender roles is considerably enriched as a result.

All the cultural relativism going away in a person's worldbuilding once they get to sexuality & gender

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Going back home {Chapter 2}

Summary: Claire never thought she would be back in the town she grew up in. But after her fiancé broke off their engagement, leaving her 5 months pregnant and alone she found herself calling Frankie Morales in the middle of the night, one of her childhood friends who insisted that she booked the next flight out. Trying to fix her life with a little help from her friends she would find out soon that going back would be the best decision she ever made.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Claire Beck

wordcount: 2k

Warnings: pregnancy hormones, pining

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“You know your childhood home is for sale?” Claire sat on the patio next to Pope who had decided to catch up with her.

“Seriously?” she asked and he nodded.

“Yeah. It looks bad though.”

“Like every house in this area that’s currently on sale,” she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah there are not many people moving down here, though there seem to be getting more in the last few years.”

“I mean it’s beautiful here,” she let her eyes wander over the landscape. She had always loved it here. Whole summers were spent on the Morales ranch when she was younger. Could have to do with the fact that Pa’ Morales made the best BBQ ever.

“Yeah it is. Better for your girl to grow up here, than in the big city huh?” he asked. She looked at Pope. He had gotten older. The lines around his eyes deeper than before. He always loved to laugh.

“Yeah. Though I didn’t picture it like that. I…” she sighed, feeling silly for the tears in her eyes. Fucking hormones.

“Hey. It’s okay. You gonna be fine,” his hand came down on her knee, squeezing it in comfort.

“Yeah you all keep saying that but it’s not you who has to push a baby out of your vagina without the father being there. It’s not you who has the responsibility to take care of a helpless kid for the rest of your life. I just… why? Why does he get to decide to walk out of this? It’s my pill that apparently didn’t work but it was him fucking me without a condom. He should take the responsibility just as much as I have to. Fuck…” she let her head fall back.

“Fuck him,” she looked up, hearing Frankie’s voice.

“Fuck him. He’s an excuse of a man. You don’t walk away from the woman you love. From the woman who’s carrying your child. Fuck… I was going through rehab while Liz was pregnant and I didn’t walk out…” he kneeled down next to her. She sucked her bottom lip in.

“I just feel so… so…” she shook her head.

“I know. But you’re not alone. You got me,” he looked at her. He was planning on taking her out for lunch when he walked in.

“But it’s not your job to take care of me Frankie. You got your own family.”

“You are family,” Pope said, now standing behind Frankie. “And if you want us to kill him, just say the word,” he teased and she had to laugh at that before she looked at Frankie again.

“I told you. You don’t want a hormonal woman living with you,” she joked and Frankie chuckled.

“I can take living with a hormonal woman,” he reached up to brush away her tears.

“Now what do you say? Lunch?” he asked and she sighed before she nodded.

“I gotta head out. But i’ll bring the house offers I found over tonight, okay?” Pope asked and she nodded. He smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek before he left.

“I mean it. You’re family. Don’t ever think you’re a burden or alone. We’re here for you. I am here for you, okay?” Frankie said. Claire breathed in deep and nodded.

“Gotta get used to people caring. I was pretty lonely the last few years I guess.”

“Yeah. Better get used to it quickly,” he winked before he helped her out of the seat.

“Gotta get dressed I guess,” she shrugged.

“And I gotta shower. I can smell myself.”

“Yeah. You stink,” she grinned before she walked past him, leaving Frankie head shaking on the patio.

“Lunch is on you,” he called after her and she gave him the finger, making him laugh before he followed her inside to take a shower.

“So what made you open up a gardening business of all things, Morales?” she asked, sitting in the old diner they used to spend so much time in when they were younger. It might be lunch time but she couldn’t wait to have her ordered pancakes.

Frankie shrugged.

“I like being outside, keeps my mind off things.”

“You any good?” Claire teased and Frankie huffed.

“Let’s just say if you need any gardening I won’t be able to help you before the end of the year,” he winked.

“Impressive. I’m happy for you. Even though I still wanna hear the story as to what exactly happened in the last two years…” she said quietly, hearing Frankie sigh.

“Only when you tell me your story.”

She sighed and smiled sadly.

“We have a lot to talk about huh?” she asked.

“Yeah. But in time. Now we gotta eat and then we got to head to the store. Still need some stuff for the BBQ.”

“Fuck how many people are coming to this BBQ? I only have like 5 friends left here and I already met 4 of them,” Clarie groaned, leaning over the shopping cart as Frankie loaded another six pack of beer in.

“Pope kinda invited everyone over he knows so you can get to know everyone.”

“Because I like hanging out with people so much?” she asked, letting her head hang, earning a chuckle from Frankie.

“You and me both. But they’re all okay. Promise,” he squeezed her shoulder in comfort and she smiled a little, bumping her shoulder against his as he came to stand next to her.

“So what else do we need?”

“I got everything. Anything you need?”

“Ice cream?” Claire asked after thinking about it. Frankie only nodded as he grabbed the cart from her and pushed it towards the freezers with the ice cream. Like he had done it a million times before he walked towards the freezer, picking up Claire’s favorite Mint & Chocolate Chip ice cream and threw it in the cart.

“Still your favorite?” he asked as he saw the surprise in her face. She only nodded, a small smile playing at her lips.

“But pick up the mango ice dream too. Been craving that lately,” she grinned and Frankie nodded only before he reached for the biggest container.

The car ride to Frankie’s was quiet, both of them hanging on to their thoughts. It was strange how they seemed to fall back into their old dynamic as if no time had passed. It made Claire aware of just how much time she had spent with him when she was younger.

“This house is for sale,” Frankie said quietly as he stopped in front of the house just down his road.

“Charming…” Claire made a face and Frankie laughed. With lots of imagination she could see herself living here. But not within the next 4 months. This would be harder than she thought it would be.

“Maybe I should have stayed in New York…” she groaned to herself, her head falling back against the seat. She felt a hand on her thigh, her head tilting towards Frankie, unable to see his eyes behind his dark aviators.

“It’s been one day since you got here. We gonna find a house for you,” he squeezed her thigh and she sighed before she looked out of the window again. Frankie felt a weird feeling wash over him, his eyes dropping to the swell of her belly, before he released his hand from her to bring it back to the steering wheel, driving the car the short distance to his farm. A part of him wondered if the choices he made earlier in his life could have prevented some of the stuff he had gone through. Maybe he should have at least tried to go to college. Maybe he would have had a job that wouldn’t have required him leaving for months at the time. Maybe he would have had the guts to tell Claire that he wanted to be more than friends before he left for basic training. But he had found out that she had slept with Santiago, shattering all kinds of hope he might have had, that there was something more between them. To this day he wasn’t sure if maybe there had been more all these years back. He had always been too scared to tell Claire, scared that this would ruin their friendship. A friendship he had missed in the last years. He had wasted years on sleeping with women he never called after until it was a woman, Liz, calling him to tell him that she was pregnant. And he tried to make it work, he really did. A part of him loved Liz, because she was the mother of his child. But that was nothing compared to how he felt when he looked at Claire.

“Is it okay if I take a nap? I’m dead on my feet,” Claire asked as he stopped the car. He blinked at her, so lost in his thoughts. She yawned and he found himself smiling at her.

“Of course. As long as you make your guacamole later?”

She laughed, shaking her head with an eye roll.

“Wake me in two hours?”

“You got it,” he got out of the car, opening the door for her, helping her out. He had noticed her struggling to get out of his truck before.

“Thank you Frankie,” she kissed his cheek before she turned around to walk towards the door. He looked after her until she disappeared inside the house, shaking his head to himself.

“Get it together, Morales,” he whispered to himself before he unloaded the car and got inside himself.

Claire was in the middle of explaining to Frankie how to open an Avocado without killing himself worked, when the door flew open and the Miller brother’s barged inside.

“You got problems with your pipes?” Ben grinned at Claire and she snorted.

“In your Dreams, Miller,” she seasoned the avocados. Frankie shook his head.

“Come on, I show you my pipes,” Frankie teased, making Ben gag while Claire laughed loudly.

“You okay Claire?” Will asked, sitting down at the kitchen island in front of her, after he put the steaks in the fridge. Claire sighed.

“Didn’t think it would be this hard, but Frankie’s a big help,” she smiled a little, tasting the guacamole she was making. She reached for more salt.

“Yeah, he’s awesome. But be gentle with him. The whole custody thing is still pretty fresh,” Will said quietly.

“He hasn’t talked to me about it.”

“He will, I’m sure he will. Just… I mean you probably know him better than I do…”

“I’m gonna take care of him. Promise,” she whispered with a soft smile and Will seemed relieved as he nodded at her.

“Miss Beck. Your pipe problem has been solved,” Ben announced coming back soaked through his shirt back into the kitchen. Claire tilted his head, nodding approvingly at the muscles she could see through his white shirt before she looked up into his eyes with a teasing grin.

“I’ll make sure to preach about your plumbing services, Mr. Miller,” she winked and could swear she saw him blush for a second.

“Enough with the puns, we got a BBQ to prepare. Claire your shower is working,” Frankie emerged from the hallway, pulling a fresh shirt over his head and now it was Claire’s turn to blush before she became very invested in the guacamole in front of her while trying not to think about Frankie’s sunkissed skin on his chest, the little tummy or the dark trail of hair she most certainly didn’t want to lick.

She didn’t see Will’s knowing look before he got up from the seat to follow his brother outside.

Claire was so focused on the guacamole she only saw Frankie’s hand in the last second, slapping it away as he tried to steal a taste of the guacamole.

“Mean,” he pouted.

“Good things come to those who wait,” she grinned before she picked up the bowl to put it into the fridge, bending down to open the freezer for her mango ice cream. Frankie bit his lip as his eyes wandered down her body, averting his eyes before she turned around.

Fuck he wished that good things would be coming to those who waited.

Chapter 3

[lilacsandwhiskey]

Yellow - Drake x Riley (TRR Fandom) NSFW, 18+

Day 3 of @choicesjunechallenge2021 - Yellow

Fandom: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker and Riley Brooks

Summary: Riley loses a bet to her friend, Olivia. Though Riley thinks it’s a loss, it turns out a win in the end.

WARNINGS: SUPER NSFW, smutty smut smut, 18+ only please!!!!

Riley tapped her pen against the table as she waited for her almost-always late husband to arrive to the Royal Council meeting. Olivia looked over at Riley, giving her devilish grin. “You know I’m right, Riley.”

Riley had left Valtoria earlier that morning due to other errands and meetings to take care of throughout the capital. Drake was promised that he wouldn’t have to tag along since he worked late last night, but not to be late to their weekly meeting with Liam and the other members.

“Let’s make a deal - he’s on time, and you get to torture me however you want. He’s not, then I get the pleasure.” Olivia said, crossing her legs under her red skirt. “It’s a deal.” Riley stuck out her freshly manicures hand and met Olivia’s with a quick shake. Though things had started off nasty between them, they had became quite the dynamic duo. Olivia would almost, just almost, go about calling them the best of friends.

As the clock ticked closer to one, Riley found herself rolling her eyes. She knew good and well Olivia was about to win this one over her. Once the clock strikes one, Olivia let out a small “booyah!” before Liam walked in. 1:05pm, 4 minutes after Liam had began the meeting, Drake walked through the door and took a seat next to his wife. Riley glanced over to him, giving him a look. Though Drake had a way with his looks, Riley wasn’t letting him off the chain.

Once the meeting was over, Riley turned to Drake. “Ehem?” “I know, babe, I left just a couple of minutes too late. It won’t happen again.” Drake said with a pleading face. “Doubt that, brother. I can always depend on you being late.” Liam walked over to his best friend, grasping his hand and pulling him into a hug. “But I’m here!” Drake argued. “Very true, I can’t say that you haven’t been.”

As the conversations continue, Olivia hinted that it was time for punishment. “I’m going to hang out with Livvie.” Riley stood to her tippytoes to kiss Drake before they headed off. “So what’s my punishment?” “Oh you’ll see.”

——————

The lavished boutique downtown was fully furnished and ready to be scavenged through by Olivia. Security standing firmly outside, Olivia took her time while Riley sat in the corner. “I thought this was supposed to be punishment.” Riley said, observing the fine lingerie that was lined up and down the walls and racks. “It’s going to be, Riley.” Riley sat questioningly as she continued to slam each article against one another.

Moments later, a gasp escaped Olivia’s lips with an evil laugh. “This is the one.” Olivia pulled out probably the most hideous piece of lingerie she’d ever seen. Riley could only agree as the disgust rode up her face with no filter. “What the hell is that?” Riley asked. “Your new sex piece.”

Riley observed the bright yellow body suit. It was lacy and completely see through. Though Riley could only attempt to imagine how cute it would’ve been if it weren’t for some of the designs, the plastered cheap looking flowers made out of tethered material was plastered all over in different colors. Dark blue, hot pink, even lime green. “Are you kidding me?” Riley asked.

Before Olivia answered, she was making her way to the counter. “Nope, and you best believe i’m asking Drake Walker if you used it.” Riley jokingly gagged as she handed the paid for piece to her. “Is it really a punishment, Riley? Drake probably won’t even notice.”

——————

Riley laid in bed, her silk white robe tied securely around her and the piece that Olivia had picked out. Her once pinned up hair was now down in loose messy waves, glasses pushed up to her face as she read the book that had been laying on her bedside table.

She heard the bedroom door creak open, revealing a very tired husband. Drake’s tie was loosely hanging from his neck, shirt untucked, belt undone. “Long day?” “Unbelievably.”

Drake flopped down on the bed next to Riley with his eyes shut but lips puckered. Riley giggled as she laid the book down and leaned over the kiss him. “I never thought the meetings would end, I’m too tired to even undress myself right now.”

“Let me help you, baby.” Riley straddled her husband as he placed his hands securely on her hips, then moved up and down her thighs. “You don’t have to, love, but I’m definitely not opposed to you sitting on me like this.” Drake grinned with his eyes still shut.

Riley started with untying the rest loose knot on his tie and tossing it to the side before slowly unbuttoning his white dress shirt. Revealing a white tank top, Riley urged him to sit up so that she could briskly take it off. As she pulled the tank top over his body, she couldn’t help but to admire her husband, just as she always did. His toned chest was rising slowly as he laid back. His tanned biceps flexed as he continued to rub up and down her thighs.

Riley took her hands, lightly scratching down his chest causing goosebumps to appear on his arms. Her hands made it down to his pants, where the belt was already undone. Unbuttoning and unzipping slowly, Riley grazed over the thin fabric that covered his rising length. Riley grinned at the fact that she had so much control over these moments.

Drake assisted with kicking his pants off to the side as Riley moved next to his legs and softly massaged each thigh. “Mm, that feels good.”

Drake watched as Riley threw her thick hair back behind her shoulder. Moving back up, her tongue connected with his chest, licking down his torso, right to the waistband of her underwear.

Riley rugged softly on his underwear, bringing them down to show an already growing length. “I love that I do this to you.” Riley traced her finger around Drake’s stomach until she finally curled her fingers around his cock. Drake’s breath hitched quickly as he shuddered under her touch.

Riley’s tongue started at the base all the way to the tip before wrapping her mouth around his dick, slowly bobbing up and down. “Fuck, baby.” Drake whispered in a breathless tone.

As Riley grazed her nails over his thighs, Drake pushed her head up. “Baby, I want to finish somewhere else.” Riley grinned before standing up. “Let me see what’s underneath that robe.”

Riley almost busted out laughing when she slowly untied the front of her silk robe. Drake watched anxiously, propped up on his elbows with his lip in between his teeth. As the robe fell in a pool below her, Drake’s eyes went from wide open to squinting with question. “Yellow?” Laughter erupted from Riley. “And all of these pretty colorful flowers? Don’t you love it, Mr. Walker?” Drake shook his head and laughed. “You can say no, I lost a bet thanks to you and now I’m being forced to wear this by Olivia.”

Drake stood up, head still shaking before he grabbed Riley’s hips, pulling her roughly into his body. His hands caressed every curve, every inch of her skin that he was able to, before leaning down to her ear. “It doesn’t matter, because I’m going to tear this fucking thing off anyway.”

Before Riley could respond, Drake was briskly taking off the undesirable lingerie. “You could be wearing a paper bag and you would still have me begging for you, worshipping you.” His stubbled chin grazed Riley ear, causing goosebumps to appear.

Next thing Riley knew, she was being backed into the bed, until it hit the back of her knees, causing her to fall back. “What does my baby want?” Drake said, slowly bringing his fingertips to her wet core before sliding one in. Riley audibly gasped, arching up into his touch. “You, Drake.” With a devilish grin, he licked his fingers before placing himself at her center, slowly entering. Riley let out a deep sigh as he entered, she held onto him as she stretched around his thickness.

Drake took his chance to place his arm behind Riley as he slammed into her. In sync, their bodies moved fiercely together, nothing but the sound of skin hitting each other and the moans coming from each of them, as if they were speaking their own language. “I’m about to come undone.” Drake grunted. “I want you to cum for me.” Riley demanded, scratching his back, begging for me.

The final strokes became sloppy as Drake emptied himself into his wife. His moan filled the room as Riley tightened around him with her own undoing. Drake kept his eyes closed for a moment before rolling off of Riley, laying next to her. Drake pulled Riley against his sweaty body, breathing heavily. Neither said a word for moments as they both pulled themselves together. “You know, I don’t mind the yellow if I get to rip it off of you that fast again.”

[junquisite]

C’est La Vie - Finale

WORD COUNT : 1.4K

GENRE : Fluff. SIngle Parent! OC AU

WARNING : None. yearning if it’s considered one

PARTS : 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  F

NOTE : Please enjoy the last chapter of my favourite fic i have personally ever written. Thank you for all the love and support for C’est La Vie, Please keep supporting Victon~

*3 years later*

"Mom how do I look?" Jiah asked and Jinae turned around to look at her.

"The prettiest baby." Jinae said and Jiah made a sad face.

"I gotta go change quickly." She mumbled and turned around but Seungyoun stopped her.

"What do you mean change? Why?" He asked.

Jiah turned around to look at an equally confused Jinae.

"I can't look prettier than Mom today. It's her day. It's her wedding day." Jiah said and Seungyoun and Jinae burst out laughing.

"Wedding day.." Jinae mumbled happily.

 That day when Sejun entered the diner and saw the lady startled and heard a hiccup and saw Jinae, he rushed to her, to comfort her since she was crying. Instead of telling him what was wrong, she kissed him which he pulled back from. Looking at her from that close, teary eyed but red face and trembling lips, he couldn't pull back again when she kissed him. When they pulled back for air, with their foreheads still touching, she couldn't stop saying how much she missed him, how much she hated seeing him with someone else and how sorry she was to turn him down when he asked her. They talked like that, pecking in between conversations and giggling until a loud thud made them look at the table where the diner lady had put their usual order - both pancakes and waffles and they laughed, slightly embarrassed acting like teenagers in love.

After that, they talked and talked almost as if compensating for the 10 years that they missed. Until Seungyoun called her to ask where she got stuck. He sounded really mad and then they looked at the time and she cursed because it was 4am and time really passed away too quickly and they stood up to leave and apologised profusely to the lady because she kept her diner open for them when she closed around 2am. They insisted on helping her close up but she shooed them away and when they left, she shouted,"Get married already!" And they only giggled looking at each other.

 The door opened and Seungsik peeked in, "Can I come in?" 

She waved him happily inside and he looked at her giving her the biggest smile,"You look absolutely gorgeous! Sejun is going to cry at the altar." And she laughed.

"So he should. If he doesn't, I'm not giving her away to him." Seungyoun said, coming behind Jinae and squeezing her shoulder.

"Like you did?" Jinae asked and Seungsik and she laughed at Seungyoun's pout.

"I still can't believe you said Yes to him when he asked you like that." Seungsik mumbled and they all laughed.

 3 months ago, It was a regular night when they all- the boys and Jimin and Seungyoun decided to crash at her house and it was a 'huge sleepover' as Jiah called it.

The reality behind the plan was that Sejun wanted to propose to her and Subin and Seungsik had planned it all out for him. They were all to wake up and have breakfast together. Then Sejun would ask Jinae to go out for a movie and when they'll leave, the rest of them would decorate the house and set up a candlelight dinner for them. They would come to that, enjoy the dinner and then Sejun would ask her to marry him.

But did it go that way?

They all woke up and Jinae and Jimin came out from the room they slept in. All the boys crashed in the living room and they were all in different stages of waking up. She walked out in her cute pyjamas and slept in hair and bare face and he felt something tug at his heart. He looked at her walking to the open kitchen but she came back from half way and gave him a kiss and asked him what he wanted for breakfast.

Instead of answering what he wanted he asked her to marry him.

Everyone froze and turned to stare at him and she said huh.

He said loudly, "Marry me!"

Before she could respond, Subin and Seungsik were shouting at him for ruining their preparations, Jimin was congratulating her and Jiah was asking him if she can call him dad now.

But he had her eyes locked with her's and slowly she smiled and nodded and mouthed 'Yes' to him and he felt like the happiest man on earth.

 "How could I have said no to him?" She said and Seungyoun gagged.

"How is he?" She asked Seungsik and he shrugged.

"He's excited and nervous. And dying to see you ofcourse." Seungsik said and she chuckled. 

Soon Subin peeked in to tell her that everything was ready and they'll start any moment now. She nodded and Seungsik left after giving her a hug, Jiah with him who was supposed to be the flower girl and the ring bearer.

When seungyoun and Jinae were alone, he hugged her tightly.

"I'm so happy for you Jinae. You deserve this and so much more." He whispered and she heard a sniffle.

"Don't you cry on me now youn or I'll cry too and I don't think the makeup is waterproof." She said and they both shared a laugh, slightly teared up.

They heard a knock on the door and the music for the bride started and he gave her his hand which she took, smiling widely. She had her best man with him and was going to marry the love of her life and nothing could top that feeling.

 They exited the small cottage rented and walked down to the beach. They had booked a private beach house for the wedding and only the closest people were to be there - the boys and their Significant others, Seungyoun and his wife, Aerin, and Jimin. Jinae and Sejun had personally invited the dining lady to the wedding but she had some private business to attend to and couldn't make it. 

They reached the small way between the seats and everyone was standing and looking at her but her eyes were only for Sejun, her Sejun who was smiling at her with so much love in his eyes and his dimples on display, who was also slightly teary eyed.

"Glad he's crying or else I would have just turned around and dragged you with me." Seungyoun Whispered beside her and she couldn't help but chuckle.

Then there was her excited baby, Jiah, happily waving at her from beside Sejun. She had declared that before the ceremony she'll be from her mother's side but during the ceremony she'll be with Sejun. Jinae was slightly offended but seeing how happy Sejun was and how he almost cried after hearing the news, she might have accepted it. Jiah had been dying to call Sejun dad since the day he proposed to her and she would always get this giddy smile whenever she'd talk about it to Jinae and she couldn't have been happier.

Before reaching Sejun, she thanked her late husband in her heart, he was the reason she had Jiah and she hoped he would be as happy for her as she was feeling in the moment.

And then they had reached the Altar and Seungyoun was passing her hand to an ecstatic but close to crying Sejun who would not stop smiling at her.

The ceremony went too quickly and she felt like it didn't even register to her and then they were saying "I do" and then the priest said, "You may now kiss the bride." And Sejun Lifted the veil and then his hands were on her waist and he bent her down and kissed her and she could feel him smiling in the kiss, couldn't help herself from doing the same and they heard Whooping from among their friends and then he was pulling back, smiling and red faced and whispered to her, "Ready for the future Mrs. Lim?" 

All she could do was nod before she felt tiny hands hugging her waist and she looked down to see Jiah and heard her say, "Congratulations Mom and finally, Dad!" And the smile Sejun had when he bent down to hug Jiah made Jinae think that she made the best decision ever.

She looked around at her small group of friends, and how much she adored them all and how happy she was at that exact moment, looking at the love of her life hugging her child with so much love, looking at her best friend standing hand in hand with his wife and all the other friends who have always been there for her whenever she needed.

And she had never thought she could feel so much love and happiness at one moment but here she was, looking forward to more of them with all these people in her life.

[capricornus-rex]

Someone Left to Save (8)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by Anon

Summary: The Mantis crew arrives to the capital of Ulfin, in the planet of Pevera, under siege. They meet the local rebel cell spearheaded by the former Republic admiral, Jax Beneb, who seeks to destroy the Empire’s occupation that was aggressively imposed upon while exploiting the planet of its natural resources. A plan is devised to destroy the Imperial’s main base of operations—as well as their influence—in the planet; however, it was a do-or-die mission that you and Cal had gotten yourselves caught in.

A/N: My computer just died on me twice now. Whatever bullshit it’s trying to do, it’s not helping my anxiety at all lmao I’m just outliving its usefulness until it actually dies for good... that is until I get a new SSD and HDD.

Tags: Force-Sensitive! Reader, Inquisitor! Reader, Jedi! Reader, Fake Death, Jedi turned Inquisitor, Seduction to the Dark Side, Turn to the Dark Side, The Dark Side of the Force, Aftermath of Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Redemption Arc! Reader, Possible Redemption, Premonitions

Also in AO3

Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 | Previous: Part 7 | Next: Part 9 | Masterlist

8 of ?

“Hey, get up! It’s time for your daily exercise,” a Stormtrooper grumbled on the other side of the ray-shielded prison cell.

You sit there inside—eyes closed, in a meditation position on your knees, hands on top of them. Purposefully ignoring the guards, they tagged you as stubborn, dismissive, and ignorant. They can’t comprehend how you’re perfectly unmoved by the shouting and the banging of their weapons against the walls to draw your attention.

You can hear them, alright. You just chose not to listen.

A lie. Your mind spoke.

Ever since they saw your display against the Second Brother, the so-called “daily exercise” is a kind word they used for the gladiatorial training they throw you into. Everyday, they’d force you out of your cell—which, ironically, is the safest place you could ever be in this predicament—and each time you resisted, a strike on the head or the first body part they see is what you get in return. Once in the dojo, you face a wave of enemies; at first it was a batch of Scout Troopers—they were quite easy to fight—next they started mixing it up with Scout and Purge Troopers, and eventually they used Purge Troopers for your duels, the latter persisted for the rest of your days in the prison.

Sometimes no one knows who is whose training dummies—regardless, the fights went on and the Purge Troopers treated it like a breath of fresh air every time.

“HEY!” the Stormtrooper, impatient of your unresponsiveness, punched the wall at you. Your reaction defeated its purpose. “Do you hear me?! I said stand up!”

“Hey, don’t cause such a ruckus. It’s just one kid,”

“Are Jedi always this stubborn?”

The second Stormtrooper made an incoherent, indifferent grumble as he shrugged his shoulders, wanting to end the small talk and just wait until your budged. When there was nothing but silence, spare the muttering complaints of the guards in the midst of the silence, you relished the peace again.

“Well, finally,” you quietly tell yourself and hung your head down.

There were worse things to worry about.

Visions revolving in hate, anger, and even death—these were the images that you cannot purge from your mind. Not even the purification of meditating proved to be of any help. Something was clouding your mind in the Force and bent them to their malignant will.

Much later, the ray shield died down at the push of a button. The same, irate Stormtrooper enters your cell, but you remained still as a stone. His boot harshly bumps into your knee.

“Hey,” he nudged. “Stand up!”

Nothing.

Again, he kicked your knee, hard enough for it to bruise in a few minutes.

When he’s had about enough, he kicked you in the stomach—he made it precise for the tip of his boot to rupture your gut. As you were weak—which he took advantage of—you curled up, hugging yourself with your arms coiled around your torso, you writhed in pain while supporting your entire weight with one hand planted on the floor.

“Don’t make me hit you again—though I wouldn’t even need a reason!“ he snarled.

You sharply, nasally inhaled; fingernails scratching against the dirty metal floor of the cell as you wait out for the pain to alleviate. Your eyes flicked open and your head jerked up, shooting the Stormtrooper an unwelcoming, hateful look in the eye—he didn’t want to admit it, but he flinched when he saw your bloodshot eyes: dark circles framing it, and the linings swelling in a burning pink hue.

“Come on, Jedi, we got a long ahead of—”

A soft rumble in the air hummed around the cell. Apathetic eyes stared at the Stormtrooper, watching him gag, desperately gasp for air through the barely-breathable helmet, and claw at his neck. He submitted to his knees, in the same level as you sitting down leisurely in the middle of the room, and it’s as though you two saw eye-to-eye—through that black tinted visor, he catches an arrogant smirk curling at the corner of your mouth, and he realizes too late that he’s crossed you.

You were neither a Jedi nor an Inquisitor. For now, you were something in between. Your madness is basically limbo.

You slowly raise your hand, your fingers are curled in a chokehold but there was still a gap around them, though it didn’t stay that long because with an abrupt closing motion of the hand—a popping sound came from the Stormtrooper, his head had twisted to an abnormal angle, and then his corpse made a loud thud that alarmed his companion.

“Hey, what’s going on over th—?”

Horrified, the Stormtrooper choked on the last words of his sentence. He stood there frozen in the hallway, contemplating whether to step inside to pull the dead Stormtrooper out of the cell; his course of action was to contact the maintenance assigned to the prison block to get you. The crew was equally afraid of you, but since they know in themselves that they’ve never crossed you, they’ve got nothing to fear—although it’s the way you look at people is what scares them, it’s rather more of an upward glare than a look.

Minutes later, the Second Brother strolls into the prison block as if it was some kind of leisurely pastime. At his command, the ray-shield disappeared and he let himself in your cell.

“Hello, little thorn, can’t be late for your daily exercise,”

“Says who?”

“Says me, the Seventh Sister, the Fifth Brother, and the Grand Inquisitor,”

“I’ve never seen the Grand Inquisitor. Though, none of you have autonomy over me.”

The Second Brother stood still for a brief second, his shoulders rose as he took in a big sigh. The hand behind his back hoisted to his helmet, the duraplast clicked and the mechanisms of the mask hissed as it loosened up. This was your first time seeing the bare face of the Inquisitor.

A human male, his fair skin was an open book written with scars and bruises—a few of which were by your own hand during the exercises—a pair of brown irises twinkled but you detect the apathy in them—the expression in them was a dramatic contrast to what you imagined him to be without that mask. He seems to be growing out his shaven head, there was a short yet noticeable length of hair.  From his complexion, you wagered he’d be in his thirties. He bent down while keeping his helmet in one hand and tried to parlay with you in getting out of your cell.

“While you sit in these sorry walls, we have perfect autonomy over you,” he raises his free hand, a single finger extended. For each word or two, he poked your forehead to make sure you got the point. “No matter what you think.”

“You’re still not going to make me,”

He did a series of facial expressions to highlight his mock pensiveness: rolling his eyes, bobbing his head as he made a squeaking noise with his tongue against his teeth.

“Well, we don’t have the time to be very difficult, little thorn,” he clicked. “Unless, of course, we can ask your sweet Cal Kestis to make some arrange—!”

In the blink of an eye, you repeated the same action with the Second Brother, only this time you’re using two hands to choke him using the Force. They’ve exploited your mind by using Cal and whatever predicate they can come up with to trigger you—and they loved it when you’re easily stimulated by the mere mention of his name.

They’ve fashioned you into their personal time bomb and plaything altogether, saying the “magic word” to make a puppet of you and your emotions.

“Provoke me again with his name and what you plan to do with him—it’s your neck I’m snapping next!” you angrily growled.

The Second Brother tried to fight your chokehold, but he did it with more grace and dignity that he can afford. It was never your intention to instill fear, but your aggression is what cements it to everyone in this fortress. You expected him to gag, but you heard hints of snickering while he claws at his neck; regardless, you continued choking him.

A few more minutes lapsed before you decided to let him go out of your own volition. He coughed as he fell lower to your level, you’re practically looking down on him right now as he catches his breath.

Look how pathetic… you thought.

Over the Second Brother’s shoulder, you spotted the Fifth Brother standing in front of the door, unamused and grumbling like a freighter’s engine. You shot him the same bitter look you gave to the Stormtrooper and the Second Brother.

“One last time, [Y/N], I personally don’t like repeating myself—or anyone else, for that matter.”

The Second Brother regained his composure, dusted off his armor, and stood by. When you didn’t obey the Fifth Brother, he took matters to his own hands—literally. Shoving past the Second Brother, the other Inquisitor dragged you out of your cell.

“Get up and follow.”

The Second Brother hooked his arm around yours and followed the Fifth Brother.

“Where are you taking me?”

“No questions. Just follow.”

They escorted you to the dojo again. Waiting at the center of the room is the Seventh Sister, this time she wasn’t wielding an electrobaton, she was holding her own red haloed saber. The Second Brother shoved you away to face her; she raises her hand, in it was a weapon and she tossed it to you.

Your fingers trembled, you reluctantly wrapped them around the hilt. The steely coldness eventually warmed up around your palm. The glossy, dark grey finish distorted your reflection when you held it level to your face. The female Inquisitor stepped back—so did her two other companions—and ignited her saber. Your heart dropped to your feet when you heard two more buzz in succession. All of a sudden, your knees felt wobbly, you spun around, looking at the crimson rods of light glowering over their sinister faces.

“Go on and fight us,” the Seventh Sister initiated.

She didn’t want to hear anything from you. She immediately put herself in a stance, and then the two other followed. Having no choice, you did the same—one push of a button ignited a single beam, until you spotted the second switch and the latter half emitted out of its cylinder.

The three of them ganged up on you, but it was the Second Brother and Sixth Sister who were more aggressive with you. The Fifth Brother fought with great calculation and precision, conserving his strength for the next attack only to overwhelm you while assisting the other two. Lost in the thrill of the fight, the same burst of energy returned to you.

It was addictive. You didn’t know it was poisonous, and yet you kept on using it to your advantage. You know it to be wrong, but you cannot will yourself to break away from it. Like a leech, you’ve bitten into it.

And you liked it.

“Raaarrgh!!” the Seventh Sister roared as she swings down her saber.

You deflected the two with both ends of your given saber and pushed them back. You recompose yourself into a much more proper stance, then fixate on the Seventh Sister; you’re able to match her strength—if not her caliber—and equal your odds in this duel. However, you still have the Second Brother to deal with.

“Whoa, look at her go, Sister!!” the Second Brother cackled.

The Seventh Sister comes charging right towards you, but she was blocked at the last second, and before she could even pull away to afford an attack—you planted your sole of your shoe flat onto your stomach. She staggered and clutched her torso with one hand; quickly, you turn your attention to the Second Brother, who was evidently much feistier than Seventh Sister. He took most of your time—a pair of dual-ended sabers cutting through the air, their lights curving as they’re swung by the wielders, and sparks flew to light up the rest of the room.

“I guess the tough girl is back now, huh, little thorn!? Cal Kestis would be so impressed! You could practically kill him for abandoning you!”

That did it. Relying again once more on that intoxicating energy that granted you the strength of five Jedi Masters at best, a massive push of the Force sent everyone flying—even the hulking, six-feet-or-so Fifth Brother wasn’t spared by that immense wave of energy!

Only you remained standing in the circle, you looked around—there were so many targets to choose from! You had a vendetta for each one of them. You strode towards the one who gave out the taunt first—the Second Brother—while he was still shaking off the nausea, he reacted at the last minute and lousily deflected your hits.

Left end, right end… they all flung to his direction and he could not keep up with the speed of your wielding while suppressed of fighting space. He could only block you for so long.

When you sensed his sword arm becoming weak, his jawbone met the hard sole of your shoe and rendered him incapacitated. Next was the Seventh Sister, she was just about to hoist herself up back on her feet until she saw you sprinting toward her—she had time, albeit little of it, to evade you but your sabers still clashed. She kept up with your pace—all the twirls and flashy footwork, she matched it all—but she was overwhelmed by how heavy your attacks dealt. You bore your weight on her as she deflected you and never has she ever felt so intimidated in all her life! Your eyes—now devoid of empathy and flooded with rage—blended perfectly with the redness of the saber. You were satisfied when you saw the Seventh Sister struggling, it’s plastered all over her face!

“Oh, look at you, the shrewd sister is overtaken,” you taunted, basically parroting the Second Brother’s trademark singsong. “By a damn prisoner! Hah! How does it feel to have your pride stabbed right into its gut, huh?”

Before she could even react and respond, you staggered the female Mirialan again and this time she stayed down—your fist to her cheek made sure of it. The third and final enemy: the Fifth Brother. It was brawn against brains. Strength versus dexterity. After all, what good is brute strength if you can’t even utilize it efficiently?

“Come on, big guy—I’m wide open!”

The Fifth Brother wasn’t a fan of being taunted. He charges on like a deranged Reek, his saber brandished up in the air, ready for an overhead strike but you slipped away in the blink of an eye and slashed him from behind. All three of them exchanged glances with one another and then nodded in agreement, as if they’ve had a Plan Z all along; three Inquisitors come charging towards you, but before they could lay a finger on your hair, you planted your fist hard into the tiled floor—your knuckles swelled and then bled the same time the tiles cracked.

At first, the cracks stayed only within the radius of your fist, until they multiplied and spread. From thin crosshairs to actual breakages along the surface, the marble broke into shards and was sent flying with the current of the Force energy that sourced from your punch—like seashells tugged by the waves as they’re beached to the shoreline. The shards cut through the Seventh Sister and Fifth Brother’s cheeks, they had to shield themselves with their hands—consequentially getting their palms and fingers nicked as well.

It was too strong for them to fight, rendering you untouchable until the wind died down. The loaned lightsaber which you used so skillfully fell from your grasp and clattered to the floor.

Silence. Soft, tired gasping of air. And then a single, slow series of applause followed.

Everyone searched for the applauder.

The Grand Inquisitor.

He was hauntingly terrifying, alright. Ashen as bone, blood-red streaks painted on parts of his face, and a pair of topaz-gold eyes. He walked past the felled Inquisitors and stood in front of you—his height obviously lumbered over you that you had to step back to fully acknowledge him and look him in the eyes without breaking your back.

“Well, well,” he cooed, bringing his hands behind his back. “It seems that we have a new face among us.”

You panted one last time, and used the Force to bring the haloed saber back to your hand. You poised your demeanor in front of the Pau’an, and with a dark, sinister grace—you bend your knee, the black, weathered saber is presented in your hand to the Grand Inquisitor. A smirk curled along his ribbed skin, showing a corner of his jagged, pointed teeth.

“Welcome to the fray, Twelfth Sister.”

[sarah-writes-marvel]

Imposter: Avengers x gn!Reader (1/2)

S.S: I have alot of fics stashed away so Im just gonna kinda post all of them within the next few days. I know not many people have come across my acount so.... Anyways feel free to message me. Ill try and figure out how to make a masterlist so if people actually like my stories theyll be able to find them easier..

Warnings: None, a little itty bit of angst i guess

Word Count: ~1270

MASTERLIST    Pt 2 

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Brooke Huntington.The newest member to the Avengers. Has the ability to read minds and is an empath. Easy on the eyes, kind to anyone and everyone and yet she gave off an untrustworthy vibe.

She had been a SHIELD agent for the last 4 years before she finally revealed her “secret” in which Fury decided to put her on the team since Wanda was absent. Obviously the guys all feel head over heels for her. It took Nat a week until she trusted her.

Her powers worked through touch, so if she had brushed past someone, noticeably making contact, she’d collapse into emotional shock. Though, being the trained mercenary you are, you noticed the micro-touches that no one else did. Nothing ever happened when her shoulder brushed against someone else's or her finger grazed over someone’s knuckles.

Whenever she collapsed it was usually in front of a few of the men on the team, sometimes with Nat present, but always in front of the guys. You would watch her actions and she would purposefully place her hand closer to the hand of Bucky or Tony, and their fingers would brush over hers and she would collapse causing a frenzy amongst the team. But whenever it was just you and Nat around she would practically hug herself to avoid contact.

The team never listened to your reasonings that she was lying through her teeth, which in turn made you the outcast of the team. But you’d rather be the outcast than be fooled with her lies. It honestly made you sick to your stomach to see the guys coddle her every need, even Nat clung to her which she never did. 

On her first day, Brooke had made the mistake to reach her hand out to you as she introduced herself,immediately retracting it and tried to cover her mistake with a lame excuse. Ever since then you've barely shared more than 20 words. She avoided you and you continued to observe her, picking up every micro-movement she made.

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“Come on Y/K/N, Brooke’s making breakfast. She makes godly pancakes.” Steve gushed as he stopped at your door on his way to the kitchen. You could see Bucky and Sam behind him fighting about who she’d rather go on a date with.

“I’ll pass. I don't like pancakes.” you said returning to the open book on your lap. 

“Whatever you love pancakes! We always had them after hard missions. You made them!” Steve exclaimed.

“Ya well, I don’t like them anymore,” you replied blatantly.

“What’s up with you kid? You’ve been acting off ever since Brooke joined the team.” Sam pointed out, pausing the battle of attraction with Bucky.

“Ya, we haven’t really seen you since she moved in,” Bucky added.

“Weird,” you said, emotionless, trying to get past the paragraph you've been stuck on since they arrived at my door.

“Come on. Come have breakfast.” Steve pleaded.

“I’d like to keep my appetite, and I know that if i join y’all downstairs it's gonna be you guys gushing about how good of a cook she is or whatever.” you said, finally turning the trio standing in my doorway.

“Are you jealous, doll?” Bucky mocked. You rolled your eyes at his accusation.

“Get out. Go eat breakfast. I’ll think about coming down.” you told them.

“She’s definitely jealous,” Sam whispered, loud enough for you to hear. You pulled a knife from your side table throwing it at the three, embedding it in the doorframe.

“Get out,” you said again sternly as they looked almost terrified.

The three of them practically ran down the hallway, leaving you to yourself once again. The silence of your room was broken by the hungry grumble from your stomach.

“Ugh.” you groan. “Fine. I’ll go get breakfast but I’m not eating her damn pancakes.” You marked my page and walked to the kitchen.

You gagged at the site once entering. Everyone was cooed and gushing over how Brooke flipped the pancakes, perfectly cooked on each side. You rolled your eyes and moved behind the group to the pantry.

“Hey Y/K/M, want some pancakes?” Brooke asked in her sticky sweet voice.

“It’s Y/N and no thanks. I don’t like pancakes. They’re too sweet for my taste.” you replied coldly as you opened the pantry and pulled out a pop tart, eliciting a whine from Thor.

“Oh, uhm ok.” she stuttered. 

You earned a few hard looks from the team as you bit into the brown sugar and cinnamon pop tart. 

“What recipe did you use for the pancakes?” you asked, ignoring the glares.

“Oh, I wrote it out on a piece of paper before moving in. It was my grandmother's recipe.” She said holding up a familiar piece of paper. It was your recipe.

“Hmm weird. Cause that’s my handwriting.” you said taking the sheet from the counter.

“Oh I guess I grabbed the wrong paper.” her face flushed in embarrassment.

“Ya whatever. If you need me, which it appears you don't, I'll be in my room. If I’m not there then don’t bother trying to find me.” you stated leaving the room, tossing the other untouched pop tart at Thor.

As soon as you left the kitchen, the hushed whispers reached your ears.

“What’s up with her?” 

“I don’t know, she’ll come around eventually.”

“She's just a little jealous. Nothing to be worried about.”

You groaned and walked to your bedroom, changing into gym clothes and going to the gym to let off some steam.

An hour or so later of beating a poor punching bag, the door creaked open breaking your concentration.

“What part of don’t bother me don’t people get,” you grumbled turning to see Brooke in the doorway.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She said, her chocolate brown eyes widening like she was doing puppy dog eyes.

“What do you need?” you asked coldly, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I just thought we could talk. Get to know each other a bit?” She offered, stepping closer to you and her voice was an octave higher than usual.

“No thanks, I like keeping to myself. Go find someone else to butter up sweetheart.” you pushed past her towards the towel rack, brushing against her shoulder. You heard her huff in frustration.

“What do you have against me?” she pouted her voice back to normal.

“Me? Having something against you? Never?” you turn to see her face in a scowl and her stance mimicking yours only a moment ago.

“Whatever, you haven’t talked to me since I came here, or even looked my way,” she argued.

“You're the one who has avoided any contact because you know you messed up the first day we met. I have my reasons to keep a distance.” you retorted.

“Whatever. I haven't avoided you.” She scoffed “You've been avoiding me because you're too scared. You're jealous that I’m better than you, aren’t you?”

“No, I don't trust you.” you said closing the distance between the two of you. “I find it odd that a Shield Agent of 4 years just came forward about having ‘powers’ and was immediately admitted to the Avengers. And right after Wanda left.” your voice was menacing.

“I- I don't. What are you talking about?” she stuttered backing away from me, her face flushed red.

“You may have everybody else fooled but I can see through you little act.You’re not that good of an actress. I know a liar when I see one.” you spit, spinning on your heels and leaving the gym.

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S.S: Let me know what you thought! Pt 2 is linked at the top next to my masterlist!

[cryysiswritesthings]

Beneath the Darkness in My Bones || Chapter Three

Fandom: Inuyasha Rating: Mature/NC-17 Warnings: Horror, Psychological Torture, Trauma, Implied/Referenced Torture, Rape, Parent/Child Incest, Obsession, Drugged Sex, Sexual Assault, Abuse, Non-Consensual Somnophilia Status: In Progress Pairing(s): KogKag (main), BanKag, Oni(gumo)Kag Summary: Horror is all she knows. Darkness is in his blood. She is the other half of his soul, and his calls for her echo long into the night.

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Series: Flowers Grown in Darkness Desecrate You

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Dashing down the hall as fast as her feet would carry her, Kagome ran straight into the library, slamming the door behind her. Bankotsu never followed her after one of their encounters, a fact for which she was eternally grateful. If he had, there would be nowhere in the castle she could hide.

Glancing superstitiously behind her, the young woman made sure she was alone before going to the desk and falling into its chair. The library acted as her private study, a place not even Onigumo would tear from her. Despite forbidding certain topics, he hadn’t left her education wanting. Quite the opposite. Kagome was fairly sure she’d written summaries or reports on nearly every book in the library.

Subjects on math, sciences, literature, history, language, statesmanship, everything. If there was something to know, she’d been made to learn it. While she’d had private tutors over the years, she and her teachers had only been limited by their prior knowledge and the available amount of books.

Not that she’d had any tutors over the last few years. His lordship had deemed her as fully educated as a woman could be. Then she was put to work, left to manage whatever her father deemed beneath him.

That included much of his correspondence, too. She and the primary caretaker of his estates wrote semi-regularly, usually about the allocations of spendings and the continuous need for repairs. Though she’d never said allowed, it was clear her father had married up in the world.

In this way she spent much of her morning, whiling away the passing hours. So focused on her work, Kagome hadn’t realized she’d missed lunch until her stomach started growling at her. There was no one to see her embarrassed flush as she quickly put her things away.

Peeking out into the hall, she was glad to find it empty of anyone of import. The sun sat high in the sky, but a cool breeze blew through the open windows. If she was discreet, she could take her lunch out in the gardens before she returned to work.

Excited now, the princess headed towards the kitchens. Telling a servant to bring her lunch outside would mean her father somehow hearing about it. And while she shouldn’t get in too much trouble, it was a risk she’d rather not take.

She was almost to the kitchens when she was stopped by a sound. She couldn't recall having ever heard anything like it before, least of all in the castle. Instinct made her look over her shoulder, checking to be sure she wasn't followed. Why she felt the need for such a reassurance she couldn’t say, but she wanted it all the same.

She heard the sound again, a broken high pitch with low undertones. It led her to a tapestry, behind which was a hidden wooden door. Standing next to it now, she could hear it clearly enough to identify it. Laughter, high and maniacal. One she knew well.

Jakotsu was down there.

The knowledge alone almost made her walk away. She and the feminine male guard had never gotten along. He was known for his cruelty among the slaves, had heard enough about it to unnerve even her. Though he would never dare turn it on her (Bankotsu was the only guard who had ever laid a hand on her), he had taken his frustrations with her out on the servants or people from the village. Nothing she said had ever stopped him either. Whether or not that was because of his obvious disdain for her as a person or for her gender in general she didn't know.

The guards cackles were broken up by the clanking of chains, and again came what she now knew was a low moan. Some poor soul was locked down there with her mad former guard. No one deserved that kind of torture, no matter what they'd done. Checking once more behind her, just to be sure, she carefully pulled open the hidden door and slipped inside.

The creak of metal hinges was soft, but not completely quiet. Still, it wasn't heard over what sounded like a whip cracking through the air. That, and the deep, pained cry of an unknown man's voice.

The steps before her were sparsely lit, but she could still see enough to follow them. She tried to time her steps with every cry, wincing in sympathy each time. The stairs turned at the corner of the wall, leading further down. The light in this area was stronger, but there was no second supporting wall to hide her. If she wanted to see what was down there, she would have to be careful.

Slowly, she stuck her head around the corner.

The bars of the call only showed half of its usable space. Through those bars, she could see Jakostu, who was watching something hidden behind the wall. The handle of a whip was in his hand, flecks of blood painting the ground around him. His mouth moved as if he was speaking, but his voice was out of her range. The only reason she’d heard the cackling is because it echoed so loudly.

“Love… ‘eam for me…” The whip cracked once more through the air, making her wince at the pained cry that followed. “... ‘eal so…”

Another cackle echoed over stone, which only served to give her the start of a wicked migraine. Groaning herself, she didn’t see the bucket on the landing in front of her. But she felt it when she mis-stepped, foot sliding off stone and kicking the wooden bucket down the steps.

“Whose there?!”

Fear licked down her spine like lightning. Without thinking, she ran up the stairs, the deranged guard hot on her heels. His anger was a living thing, dripping over her flesh like oil. If he caught her, princess or not she was dead.

She slammed the door open and booked it down the hall, desperate to put as much distance between them as possible. Her breath came in harsh pants, the boning of her dress digging sharply into her sides.

Voices down the corridor caught her ear, and she didn't think, only ran in their direction. Servants wouldn't help her, but if it was another guard, even someone minor, they would be obligated to keep her safe from Jakotsu's wrath.

The sounds were coming from a cracked door.

Not thinking, she ran into the room and slammed the door behind her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned… Only to feel the color drain from her face when she realized who she’d found.

Onigumo stood before her, flanked by Bankotsu and Renkotsu. Judging by the maps hanging on the walls, this was the converted war room; she'd just managed to interrupt her father planning his next hunt.

And he did not look pleased.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"My lord, please forgive me, I did not--" she hadn't even known he moved until she felt the force of his hand across her face. His eyes blazed as she cradled her cheek, a hiss of pain escaping at a sudden sting. She pulled her hand away, and saw that her fingers were coated in blood.

She saw it when Banktosu's eyes flashed, but didn't look at him directly. "Sire--"

"Leave us." Onigumo's tone allowed no argument. Renkotsu stood back from the table obediently, bowing to her father’s back though he did not see. His dark eyes looked beyond her as he headed to the door, but she could feel Bankotsu's gaze as it bore into her. Only a moment later did she hear him follow, shutting the door behind him.

Her own eyes she kept lowered to the floor, not daring to look her lord father in the face. Tremors climbed up her arms until she shouted in pain, his lordship having yanked at her hair and forcing her to her knees.

"Father, please! " She tried vainly to grab at his wrist, knowing even as she did it was only making things worse.

"Filthy little bitch, you think to try and give orders to me?" Hand still twisted in her hair, he swung her head, slamming it against the table's edge. Her body fell limp, mind dazed.

Eyes darkening with lust and rage, Onigumo tore the front of his trousers open, revealing himself. The rich fabric fell past his hips, and with a few pulls of his head encouraged his erection.

His daughter's whimper of fear encouraged him, and with a malicious grin he drug her forward. Steady himself, he pushed his cock into the slackness of her mouth.

Kagome started to stir, and only the last few years of trained punishment kept her from biting down. Tears pricked her eyes, falling faster as he shoved himself deeper and choked her. She wanted to gag, to cough, to shove him away and leave her alone.

The next few minutes passed slow and torturous. She couldn’t breathe through her mouth, and the salt of her tears itched over the ragged flush of her cheeks. Everything about this hurt, but she couldn’t retaliate. Not unless she wanted him to force her into something else.

Her lord father’s hips stuttered, and with a final push he forced her to take him to the root. Her throat constricted against the violent push, and he moaned his pleasure while hot seed pulsed down her throat.

He kept her held there, rage finally calmed. Seeing her like this, forced to her knees while he fucked her mouth raw… It reminded him so much of her mother.

The thought made him smile.

Long fingers cupped her chin, tilting her head up so she would look at him. Her eyes had long ago taken on the dullness of a lost soul. Kikyo’s had done much the same when he made her submit. But his daughter had something her mother had lacked: in that dullness, he saw the spark of her hatred of him. Kikyo had given up and let herself wither until there was nothing left. Not Kagome though. Her eyes shone bright when she cowered, a will to live no matter how much she wanted to die.

That, more than anything, is what constantly drew him to her.

Her father released her, and Kagome fell hard against the stone floor.

She curled into herself while her father adjusted his clothes. Hot tears pooled, but she wouldn’t let them fall. Not now, while he was still in the room.

“Your sleep must be troubled, for you to forget yourself,” he said aloud. “I will have some of Mukotsu’s wine sent to your rooms this evening.”

No. She didn’t want the wine. The nightmares were worse those nights. She tried to swallow around the pain in her throat, but still her voice was hoarse. “Yes, my lord. Thank you.”

He smiled, pleased. “Of course, my dear.”

Onigumo knelt beside her, turning her to glimpse her face. “You know you deserved your punishment, don’t you?”

Kagome barely managed a nod. Her head was pounding. “Yes, father.”

“Tell me why. Why did I have to hurt you?”

“Because…” gods, she wanted so much to cry. “Because I interrupted. I entered... without permission.”

“Very good.” A sound from beyond the door briefly called his attention, but was quickly dismissed. “Do you think you’ve been punished enough, my daughter?”

Fear tightened her stomach, blue orbs going wide. “F-Father…”

His grip tightened. “Do you think... you’ve been punished... enough?”

Yes. Yes, he’d hurt her enough. She just wanted to be left alone. “I would… never assume… to know better than you, my lord.”

His lordship hummed, considering her answer. They both knew she was trapped no matter what she said. “I think you might have been punished enough for today. Although...”

He stood to his full height, and Kagome took the moment to move her tongue from between her teeth.

“Just one more thing, I think. Then you’ll be done.”

She watched with resignation as his boot lifted, and she blacked out just as the pain hit.

Bankotsu leaned against the corner wall, ears trained on the war room door. Renkotsu was still there, waiting for the emergence of their lord.

The creak of metal signled his exit, and Bankotsu straightened with the noise.

“Ah, Renkotsu. I see you’ve waited for me faithfully, but not your elder brother. Where is he?”

“It seems Jakotsu ran into an issue, so Bankotsu went to help.”

“I see. And neither gave any word on when he would return?”

The taller male shook his head. “None, my lord. Though I cannot think it will take over long.”

“Even so, there are plans to make. Bankotsu will join us when he is able.”

The two men turned in the opposite direction, but Bankotsu kept his position until their footsteps completely faded. Once he was sure they were gone, he headed back to the war room.

He found her lying unconscious on the floor. His mouth twisted with rage, but now wasn’t the time. He had to take care of her first.

Carefully, he lifted the princess into his arms, settling her against his chest. The hallway was empty save for a passing servant. He gave a passing order for Suikotsu to be summoned to her rooms before he made his way there.

He checked every hall and passageway for passersby, pleased to have found them mostly empty. Much as he despised the place, it was one of the few good things about the castle. The less servants there were meant there were fewer prying eyes.

Suikotsu was standing outside of her rooms when they arrived. He asked no questions, only opened the door so Banktosu could carry her inside. The healer shut the door behind them while he set her on the bed, pulling the pins from her hair. Suikotsu was digging through his medicines, but until he came closer Bankotsu paid no attention to him.

Suikotsu laid a hand on the guards shoulder, and made no mention of the young man’s jump. He waited until his brother moved, and from there checked over her visible wounds.

The healer worked in silence, cleaning cuts and rubbing ointment on her bruised jaw. Sometimes he wondered if Bankotsu knew everything the lord was doing to his daughter. But that was impossible. Onigumo would already be dead.

Rising from the bed, he packed his bag, pulling out a last few necessities. “She should wake soon,” he told him, pulling out a small vial. A knock on the door brought a servant inside, along with the items Suikotsu had requested before others’ arrival. “I’ve some tea that will help her with the pain. Make sure she finishes it.”

“I will.”

Nodding, he set the vial aside and pulled out a thin pouch. He redid the clasps, and motioned the servant aside. “The bowl is filled with cold water. Use three drops from the vial on it, but no more. And she should eat. I’ll have something sent up.”

“Thank you, Suikotsu.” Bankotsu regarded his brother intensely. “You’re always around when I need help.”

“I live to serve, brother.” The healer bowed. “Call me if you need anything else.”

The guard nodded, and took the rag the servant handed to him. While the quiet woman finished the tea, Bankotsu did as instructed, mixing the drops with the water. The servant left the tea on the side table, leaving as quietly as they’d come.

Now that they were alone, Bankotsu allowed himself a ragged breath, sucking as much air as he could into his lungs. He held it as long as he was able, and in slow increments he pushed it from his nose. It was a trick he’d learned before coming to the castle, someone taught to him by one of the children on the streets. It helped him focus, letting give the princess the of entirety of his attention.

It was another quarter of an hour before she started to come too. Another servant had come and gone, leaving two plates of food in easy reach. Her lips parted in a soft groan, and slowly she opened her eyes.

The last thing Kagome remembered was passing out on the war room floor. But now above her was the deep red canopy of her bed, a cool cloth held to her cheek by a familiar hand.

“Bankotsu?”

The guard’s smile was warm. “There you are.”

“You…” she looked around the room, making sure they were alone. “You brought me to my room.”

He brushed her forehead with the cloth, going over the scrapes near her hairline. Normally they’d use ointments or a paste for cuts. But this was a special mix just for her, something Bankotsu had requested from the healer years ago.

“Bankotsu…?”

“How do you feel, sparrow?”

Concerned at the dodge, but not wanting to set him off, she examined herself. Her head hurt, which was to be expected, especially since it felt like the guard was cleaning a cut. She wasn’t feeling dizzy, but getting up probably wouldn’t be a good idea just yet. And her jaw…

Her eyes dimmed.

The less said about her jaw the better.

“I’ll be alright.”

“Good,” he was careful with every brush, and when he was satisfied he traded the rag for her teacup. “Here, drink this.”

“What is it?”

“Tea from Suikotsu.” Her response made him frown, not sure he was unsettled that she’d asked. “He says it’ll help.”

Her nod soothed his doubts, so he helped her sit up. The once steaming liquid had lost its warmth, but that shouldn’t matter. All Suikotsu had said was she needed to drink.

Kagome’s nose curled in clear distaste when she sampled the tea, flushing at the guard’s amused snort. “This is gross.”

“Yeah well, too bad.” Bankotsu brushed some of her hair back, lips curled in a smile. “Drink, and I’ll let you eat some.”

The promise of food seemed to perk her up. “What is there?”

“Um…” he glanced at the plates, not having bothered before she woke up. “Simple stuff. Bread, cheese, and such. Your plates got some fruit on it too. Looks like mine’s got some dried meat.”

That… sounded like a lot. “Do I have to eat it all?”

“Nah, not all of it. Just as much as you can.” He raised an eyebrow, nodding at the cup. “Faster you drink, the sooner you eat. I’ll even be nice and give you dibs on the good stuff.”

She scoffed, but held her nose and drank.

Satisfied, Bankotsu gave her the plate, and the next few minutes were spent in peaceful silence.

It never lasted long.

She could feel his gaze, moving between the scrapes on her head to the careful way she chewed. The longer he watched her, the tighter his fists became.

Her father’s guard took the plate from her when she finished, setting them both to the side. His silence unnerved her, and it only grew worse when he stood, moving in front of the fireplace. She settled her hands in her lap, picking at the embroidery of her dress.

When he spoke, he was so quiet she almost didn’t hear him.

“Why don’t you want me to kill him, Kagome?”

It hurt to swallow, but she did it anyway. “Bankotsu, you know why. He’s--”

“It can’t be because he’s your father!” The fire glowed behind him when he turned, a halo burning with his fury. He wasn’t screaming, not yet, but it was a near thing. “There has to be more to it.”

“He’s…” She could feel tears brimming, and her own self hatred only made her want to cry more. Why did she always have to cry? “Bankotsu, he’s all the family I have.”

“But you don’t need him!” He surged back to the bed, his desperation a living thing that shook him to the core. “Why else would the gods gift me to you sparrow, if not to give you a family?”

“Please…” There was no way to make him understand. How could she explain her to-real nightmares? How could she tell him she feared his lordship capable of so much worse than he already did?

“Please, Bankotsu…” she pulled the trembling guard close to her chest, hugging him with everything she had. “Please don’t be mad.”

He kissed her the skin of her throat, once, twice, and finally exhaled a ragged sigh. His heart felt ready to burst, and he swallowed around the tell-tale burning behind his eyes.

“Why do you let him hurt you, sparrow?”

“I’m so sorry, Bankotsu.” He was as close to a monster as a man could be. But she knew him where it mattered. He hated that she wouldn’t let him protect her.

“Would… would it be alright if you stayed? Just for a little while?”

He clung to her as she did to him, contemplating the consequences. In the end, none of them mattered.

“I’ll stay.” Lifting his head, Bankotsu pushed up and over her, settling next to her on his side. Her small body curled towards him, and he wrapped her in the safety of his arms.

“I’ll stay as long as you need me too.”

[lildishsoap]

50 questions you’ve never been asked before

Thank you sm for tagging me @satans-helper ! 💕

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? 

Light brown

2. a food you never eat? 

Blue cheese *gag*

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? 

Despite living in a tropical country, cold lol

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? 

Concentrating my hardest on not throwing up while I decluttered my phone to distract me.

5. what is your favourite candy bar? 

I’m not that much of a candy bar girl

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? 

Not that I can remember

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? 

“Sí” @ my dad asking if I wanted him to lock my door on the way out bc he was sweet enough to get me a pillow that makes it so that I can sleep upright and not be as nauseous

8. what is your favourite ice cream? 

Chocolate Coconut Bliss ice cream is pretty damn good

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? 

A sip of water

10. do you like your wallet? 

Yep, it has a lot if pockets and that is something I appreciate in both wallets and clothing

11. what was the last thing you ate?

Like 7 quinoa puffs (that’s like a tablespoon of cereal lol) to try and calm my stomach down a little

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? 

I have not gone shopping in a very long time

13. the last sporting event you watched? 

Maybe the last summer Olympics? I’m not big on sports as you can tell lol

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? 

Regular movie popcorn is good

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? 

An artist friend of mine

16. ever go camping? 

Yes! I love camping, despite the fact that I’ve only gone twice and the first time I went camping the tent broke bc of the intensity of the wind and crushed me. It would crash down and crush me every time a gust of wind came. I looked over and one of the people I was camping with had just crawled into their sleeping bag completely, as if it were a cocoon and proceeded to sleep as if nothing was happening. Unfortunately I did not have a sleeping bag, so I could not do the same lol

17. do you take vitamins? 

Yes, I take a liquid multivitamin and I try and have these magnesium capsules some nights to help me sleep even better. However, I SUCK at swallowing capsules. If y’all have any tips on how to swallow pills I’d appreciate it :)

18. do you go to church every sunday? 

Sometimes (Bc of my parents, not my own beliefs)

19. do you have a tan?

Nope, I don’t tan, I just turn into a tomato.

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? 

Pizza

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? 

I don’t drink soda

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? 

Black

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? 

I’m a newbie to driving so I go at a snail’s pace lol

24. what terrifies you? 

The thought of looking back on my life and not having achieved anything

25. look to your left, what do you see? 

An open door

26. what chore do you hate? 

Washing the dishes is the worst. I love vacuuming.

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? 

A YouTuber I watch was the first to come to mind

28. what’s your favourite soda? 

I don’t drink soda. I guess the least terrible soda would be 7up. Sometimes I’d drink it when I was younger to ease stomach discomfort since it’s carbonated.

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? 

I don’t eat fast food.

30. who’s the last person you talked to?

Some time has passed since I started this so as of now, it is my mom.

31. favourite cut of beef? 

I don’t eat beef, and even when I did, I was not knowledgeable enough to know the difference between cuts 😅

32. last song you listened to? 

My neighbors are playing “Mr. Brightside” rn

33. last book you read? 

Last book I finished was The Great Gatsby

34. favourite day of the week? 

I don’t think I have one

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? 

I legit just go “z....” and it takes me a million years to think of the next letter, so no, lol

36. how do you like your coffee? 

I’m more of a tea person

37. favourite pair of shoes? 

I love my Docs to death

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? 

The latest I like to go to sleep is 10:30, but since quarantine started I’ve been going to sleep a little later. But to be a properly functioning human being I need to get a sufficient amount of sleep and wake up early

39. at what time do you normally get up? 

Around 7:00 since quarantine started. But when I went to school I usually woke up at 6:00

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? 

I love both too much to pick 🥺

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 

2

42. describe your kitchen plates? 

White with red and grey detailing

43. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? 

I’m not legal yet, but I’ve tried little bits of some and I’ve hated most alcoholic beverages but coquito is *chef’s kiss*. It is a little too sweet though.

44. do you play cards? 

I’m not sure what type of cards this question is referring to. I like to play spoons and I used to be into Magic: the gathering lol

45. what colour is your car? 

A very dark greenish blue that almost looks black. I love her, she sounds like she’s going to fall apart at any given moment and she’s as old as me but I am beyond grateful to have my Chona.

46. can you change a tire? 

Yes, actually! Well if I remember how to do it, but we were taught how to change a tire last year at school (for once I was taught something practical at school lol)

47. what is your favourite state/province? 

From the ones I’ve visited (I’m not from the US), California

48. favourite job you’ve ever had? 

I haven’t had any paid jobs, but I gave fellow high school students art classes as a job experience for one semester. That was nice :)

49. how did you get your biggest scar? 

It’s not really big but my most notable scar is because I used to have a small patch of warts on one of my knees and the dude who got rid of it did it incorrectly and butchered up my knee. No matter what, children always point out that scar lol 🙃

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? 

I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️

I’m tagging @tymeconsuming @yoooooooooooboiiiiiiiiiiiiii @anothermultifandomblogkk @jimmypagesandbrianmayshair @satingrass-maidensfair

[noona-clock]

That’s All 🐺 - Part 3

Genre: High School & Werewolf!AU/Fluff

Pairing: Jisoo x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

“So, are your parents letting you go?” Jisoo asked after you opened his car door when he picked you up for school the next morning.

“Letting me go where?”

“...On the field trip.”

“What field trip?”

You heard him chuckle as you settled into the passenger seat and buckled your seatbelt.

“What field trip,” he murmured in disbelief. “The field trip to London, you dodo. Can you go?”

“Oh!” you cried, everything now clicking into place in your head. “No, I’m not going.”

“Why not?” Jisoo reached his arm over, resting his hand on the back of your headrest as he turned to back out of your driveway.

“Because you can’t go. I don’t want to go either.”

You let out a groan when Jisoo suddenly hit the brakes. “What?!” he cried. “What are you talking about?!

“I’m... not going on the field trip because my best friend has newly discovered he’s a werewolf, and I would rather support him than be somewhere else on a silly school trip?”

I mean... wasn’t it obvious?

Jisoo let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head and eventually resuming backing out of your driveway.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” he muttered.

“Well, you’re the one who’s friends with me, so what does that say about you?” you retorted with a teasing chuckle.

“Yeah, I’m also a werewolf...” he pointed out.

“Which has nothing to do with your intelligence or sensibilities. That’s purely physical. And you don’t choose your friends based on that.”

“Maybe I do. Maybe I choose my friends based on my gut feeling and what my body is telling me or how my body reacts to --”

“Wow, let’s... not talk about your body this early in the morning. Or ever.”

Except you would be lying if you said you didn’t know Jisoo had a nice body. 

He was very athletic and played a multitude of sports, so, yes. He had a six-pack and hardly any body fat.

But... still. 

He was your best friend, not your boyfriend. You didn’t think of his body like that.

...Very often.

I mean, to be quite honest, you did think Jisoo was really attractive. Okay, not attractive because you weren’t attracted to him. 

You thought he was... hot. Because he was. Objectively speaking.

But you didn’t like him in that way! You never had, and you never would.

“Why are you blushing?” Jisoo laughed, reaching over to pinch your warm, pinkened cheek.

“I am not blushing!” you cried as you not-so-gently swatted his hand away. “Focus on driving, please! I want to get to school.”

Jisoo just laughed again, though this time in disbelief. “Yeah, okay. You’re full of sh--”

“EYES ON THE ROAD!” you screeched. You’d had enough of your snarky, teasing best friend this morning, and you wanted to hurry up and get out of his car.

Mainly because you yourself didn’t know why you were blushing. And Jisoo had made the situation awkward enough by noticing and pointing it out. So you reached over and turned the volume up, effectively filling the now awkward silence with music before shifting your gaze out of the passenger side window.

When Jisoo finally pulled into the school parking lot, you grabbed your backpack and opened the door, murmuring your usual ‘Thanks for the ride’ before practically launching yourself out of the seat and jogging across the pavement.

You hated that you were acting so weirdly, especially after your friendship had grown even closer and stronger last night. But you really couldn’t help it! Your cheeks had gotten hot when you’d thought about Jisoo’s body and how good-looking he was, and you wanted to crawl into a hole because Jisoo himself had noticed you were blushing. And you didn’t want to explain to him why you were blushing because you didn’t know why you were blushing!

It was just all too confusing, and you needed a couple class periods to gather your thoughts and be normal again.

Thankfully, you didn’t share a class with Jisoo until after lunch, and by then, you’d concluded you’d been blushing because you were embarrassed thinking about your best friend’s body. Not because you thought he was hot (which you actually did, but it wasn’t a big deal! Objectively speaking, remember!).

So you slid into the desk next to him when you entered your Calculus classroom and reached your foot out to nudge his leg. “Hey,” you murmured.

“Ah, so you are talking to me.”

“Yes,” you responded with a roll of your eyes. “I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, I was just tired and cranky. I’m sorry.”

Jisoo turned to face you better, waiting until a fellow classmate had passed by before lowering his voice and muttering, “Is it your monthly time?”

Your brow furrowed immediately, and your foot shot out to kick him again. But harder this time.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” he chuckled, quickly moving his legs so they were no longer within reach of your angry feet. “Moving on.”

Thank God, because you were really over it and desired to spend not one second more on the subject.

“Hey, Jisoo,” you heard a soft, lilting voice say from behind you. Your head whipped around, and you weren’t sure why you were surprised to see Marisa. You know, the girl who’d been chasing after him for a long time?

Jisoo nodded at her as he reached into his backpack for his notebook and a pencil, and you simply rolled your eyes. Marisa meandered through the desks until she made her way to the empty one in front of Jisoo, sliding in and throwing him a flirtatious grin over her shoulder.

Usually, you were pretty good about blocking them out during class, but today... for some reason... you kept glancing over. Marisa would “accidentally” nudge his foot with hers underneath her chair. She flipped her hair so it would brush over the top of Jisoo’s desk. She smiled at him whenever she had to turn around and pass a worksheet back to him.

It was actually revolting.

But the worst part was, Jisoo did nothing to stop her! You had no idea if he really liked her or not, but either way, he was really starting to irritate you. If he liked her, he should just ask her out already. If he didn’t, he should make it clear he didn’t feel the same way. You hated when people played games like that, especially if that person was your best friend.

When the bell rang, you took your time gathering up your things, waiting for Marisa to leave the classroom first. But, to your dismay, she took her own time and began to walk out with Jisoo.

Ugh.

You trailed behind them, taking care not to step on the backs of their shoes - though you did wonder why they were walking so slowly. It’s not like you had endless time in-between classes...!

“Hey, so... what are you doing tomorrow night?” Marisa asked as they ambled down the hall toward Jisoo’s locker.

“Uh... tomorrow?” Jisoo asked somewhat dumbly.

“Yeah, tomorrow. Saturday,” Marisa smirked. “I was wondering if --”

You acted on impulse, suddenly stepping in-between the two of them and taking Jisoo’s wrist. “We’re gonna be late, let’s go,” you grumbled, pulling your best friend along behind you down the hall.

A smirk tugged at your lips when you heard Marisa huff, but you didn’t hear any protestations from Jisoo.

Until you turned the corner.

“What was that?!” he scoffed as he wriggled his wrist free from your grip.

“I’m tired of you stringing her along,” you announced with raised eyebrows. “Do you like her?”

“What?!”

“Marisa. She clearly likes you, but you haven’t made it obvious one way or the other.” So you repeated your question in halted tones. “Do. You. Like. Her?”

“Do I like Marisa?” Jisoo stammered. “Well -- I mean -- no, but --”

“Then tell her. She was just about to ask you out because you’ve been accepting her flirtations for months now. Stop playing games and just be honest with her.”

Jisoo stood there, his brow furrowed deeply as he stared at you. Stunned.

“What... why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why are you so upset about this?”

“Because you’re my best friend, and no matter how much I don’t like that girl, she doesn’t deserve it. Nobody does.”

“Wait, you don’t like Marisa? Since when?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but... you realized you didn’t have an answer.

Because you didn’t know when you decided you didn’t like her. And you didn’t know why. You just knew you felt like rolling your eyes and gagging whenever you saw her. And especially whenever she smiled.

“Just tell her you don’t like her, okay? Or else I...”

“You’ll what?” Jisoo chuckled when you didn’t finish your thought.

“I’ll be really annoyed with you.”

And, with that, you turned on your heel and headed off toward your Literature class.

You managed to avoid Jisoo for the rest of the day, even though you shared another class with him. But he didn’t really go out of his way to try and talk to you, so it wasn’t that difficult.

Once the afternoon dismissal bell rang, you headed over toward your locker to put all your books away for the weekend. You were trying to come up with something to say to Jisoo since he would be driving you home, and you didn’t want things to be awkward between you - again.

But then you saw just the guy you were thinking of up ahead in the hallway, leaning against a locker and talking to... Marisa.

You tried desperately not to eavesdrop, but it’s not like Jisoo had a particularly quiet voice. You couldn’t help but overhear as you walked by!

“--if I led you on or made you think I liked you. I didn’t mean to, and it was really uncool of me not to say something earlier.”

Marisa chuckled, barely even looking at him as she shoved her textbooks into her locker. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she scoffed. “I was just being friendly. But apology accepted, I guess.”

You heard Jisoo stammer out an ‘okay’ as you carefully spun the dial on your own locker, waiting to hear his footsteps shuffling up behind you.

“Thanks a lot,” Jisoo’s annoyed voice whispered into your ear just a few moments later. “She didn’t actually like me, so now I feel like an idiot.”

“Yeah, that’s how she wants you to feel,” you muttered through your teeth. “She’s totally playing it cool so she doesn’t feel like she got rejected.”

Jisoo simply stood there for a second, one shoulder leaned against the locker next to yours with his forehead deeply wrinkled in thought.

“That... can’t be true,” he finally whispered.

“Yeah, it can. Trust me.” You slid the last notebook into your locker before quietly shutting it, spinning the dial and turning to face your befuddled friend.

“So... I tell Marisa I don’t like her, and she’s annoyed with me. But if I hadn’t, you would have been annoyed with me. It was a lose-lose situation all along, wasn’t it?”

“I’m sorry,” you scoffed. “You’re saying having Marisa annoyed with you is the same as having your best friend annoyed with you?”

“No, come on, I didn’t --”

“Whatever,” you sighed, taking a step toward the door at the end of the hallway. Jisoo reached out and gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you from going any farther.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he chuckled. “I told her I didn’t like her, and you’re still annoyed with me. We’re not going home until you tell me why.”

You let out a very irritated sigh, but you turned to face him anyway. “I’m annoyed because you just implied having some girl you hardly know upset with you would be the same as having me upset with you, and I’m your best friend who has known you since you could barely read.”

“Okay, we were seven.”

“Yeah, since you could barely read,” you repeated.

“I didn’t mean it like that, though! I don’t want anyone to be upset with me!”

“Oh, so I’m just anyone.”

“Oh, my god.” Jisoo laughed in frustration, the tips of his ears now getting a bit red. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like... like a girl!”

“Because I am a girl?!”

Okay, that was a lot louder than you’d intended. You clapped your hand over your mouth before marching toward the door, determined to finish this in his car - out of the range of eavesdropping ears.

Thankfully, Jisoo tacitly agreed because he simply followed you out, fishing his keys out of his bookbag.

After the two of you were safely inside his car, you took a breath (though you found it a bit too difficult to look Jisoo in the eye right now).

“I’m just a little... hurt that you compared me to her, I guess. She doesn’t know you. She only likes you for your looks, and I highly doubt she would’ve been okay with the whole... werewolf thing. I know you, better than her, better than everyone else at this school.”

“So... am I supposed to do whatever you want just so you’re not mad at me?”

“No!” you cried, and you could hear the whining tone in your voice.

Jisoo opened his mouth to reply... but nothing came out. And then he closed it.

And then opened it again after a few seconds. “...Are you jealous?”

“WHAT?!” you shrieked. “No!” 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

“You didn’t suddenly fall for me after learning I’m a werewolf because you have a secret thing for supernatural beings?”

You narrowed your eyes at Jisoo, knowing now he was being ridiculous on purpose.

“I’m just trying to be a good friend,” you retorted. “But if you would rather me not, I’ll back off. I’ll even go on the field trip if you want me to.”

“But you said you were going to hang out with me when everyone was gone,” he reminded you, the whining now apparent in his voice instead of yours.

Aha. So, his grumbling about it this morning was just a show.

“I thought you were upset that I wasn’t going because of you.”

“Well... I was...” he murmured, sticking his key in the ignition and turning his car on. “But I don’t want to be lonely.”

“And you want me to stay with you?” you asked with a smirk.

“Well, the reason I can’t go is that it’s a full moon. And you’re the only one who knows I’m a werewolf, so yes, I want you to stay with me. It makes the most sense.”

“Really?” you chuckled. “You can’t just say it’s because I’m your favorite friend? Your only friend?”

“You are not my only friend,” he countered as he started to back out of the parking space.

You waited for him to finish his thought and admit you were his favorite.

But by the time he turned out of the parking lot toward your house, he still hadn’t.

“...But I am your favorite,” you prompted.

“Yes!” he cried, clearly trying to sound annoyed. (You could tell he wasn’t actually annoyed, though.)

“Okay, then we’re good,” you grinned, settling back into your seat. “I’m no longer upset.”

“Jesus,” he chuckled under his breath. “If I had known being friends with a girl was this complicated, I would never have stopped that kid from bullying you back in second grade.”

“Shut up! That’s so mean!” you cried, reaching over to punch him.

Yeah, things were back to normal.

Except... there was now a faint voice in the back of your head saying you were wrong. At least when it came to you not being jealous.

It was saying you actually were jealous. But... were you jealous of Marisa? Of Jisoo not wanting Marisa to be mad at him? Of the fact Jisoo had been lowkey flirting with her these past months even though he didn’t actually like her?

You honestly had no idea what there was to be jealous of, so... obviously, that little voice was incorrect.

I mean, unless you really were jealous of Marisa. Because Jisoo was paying her so much attention, and you only wanted Jisoo to pay attention to you.

...Oh.

...Yikes.

Part 4

Master list // RULES // Read About the Admins

[doctorbluesmanreturns]

Essay on my opinion about shock humor and gore in animation under the cut, please note that everything stated in this post is my own point of view and that I’m not setting myself up as an authority who thinks that his word is somehow what everyone should think (*cough* Nostalgia Critic *cough*) but this is a topic which I have thought about for a bit so I wanted to write about it and get my own views straightened out. 

Basing your whole career on shock humor is a bad idea. It gets boring after the first time and generally you need to have more types of humor at your disposal to be able to have a well-rounded career in comedy. It’s the equivalent of jump scares in horror--they can be done well and used to great effect, but only if your film isn’t just “Jump Scare--the Movie!” 

In animation aimed at adults, shock humor ABOUNDS, and there’s a stereotype that it has to do the joke of having a character get seriously injured and have it be really gory. This is something that is especially prevalent in things that have come out since the 2000s, with the idea being that in order to push the envelope of what’s acceptable on TV, we have to show more gore than ever before, and the whole underlying joke of this is:

“haha, cartoon man bleed!”

The basis of this joke is simple: since classic cartoon characters don’t usually get seriously injured (see Who Framed Roger Rabbit where the fact that the Dip can dissolve toons where nothing else could harm them is a major plot point), reversing the idea and having actually realistic harm come to them is somewhat funny because it’s unexpected.

The problem is that animation has expanded to the point where death and violence are a major part of them anyway depending on the film (look at something like The Lion King or Into the Spiderverse), and that people have done this same “joke” so many times that all of the shock value has disappeared and it’s boring. 

But let’s look at classic cartoon violence for a moment and see why that works and why it’s funny, before looking at how some adult-oriented shows treat violence. 

When most people think of cartoon violence they think of Looney Tunes, the series that perfected the convention. In the world of Looney Tunes, there are several rules about violence that are more-or-less consistent throughout:

1) Only the character who INSTIGATED the violence gets injured. In the Wabbit Season/Duck Season shorts, Daffy is specifically trying to get Elmer to shoot Bugs because it’s actually Duck Season (cue a ton of fake Rabbit Season signs placed all over by Daffy). Everyone has experienced something like this at some point in their life, someone going out of their way to hurt them in some way, so it’s cathartic to see Daffy try so hard to hurt Bugs only to fall into his own trap and get shot OVER AND OVER AGAIN WITHOUT LEARNING.

2) The injuries are almost never serious or life-threatening. Daffy gets shot a lot but all that results from that is his feathers are blasted off and his bill pushed into a different position on his head (and in one memorable instance, his entire head got blown upside-down somehow). This is because for the majority of human beings, seeing blood gushing everywhere isn’t funny, it’s disturbing, so while we want Daffy to get his deserved comeuppance, we also want to see it happen in a way that is more humiliating than harmful, to paraphrase Chuck Jones (who should know). Occasionally characters are killed in massive explosions but this is usually presented as an ironic twist at the end of a cartoon (the audience finally applauds Daffy after he blows himself up, but as his ghost rising towards Heaven laments, “I can only do it once!”) and they’re back to wreak havoc once more in the next one.

The problem with the “haha cartoon man bleed!” joke is that it destroys everything that makes classic cartoon violence funny in favor of shock humor. The characters who are hurt AREN’T bad people getting their comeuppance and their injuries AREN’T comparatively mild enough that even when they are the villain it’s not funny to watch. And then they just wipe away the consequences in the next scene anyway so there was no real point to maiming the character that gruesomely if you’re not going to own it and have them be dead for at least the rest of the episode.

While this specifically is what people are usually riffing off of when they have blood and gore in their cartoons, not all shows aimed at adults do this, and there are different ways to approach violence that go beyond “haha cartoon man bleed!” that more content creators should make note of.

1) In The Simpsons, some violence is cartoonish and consequence free (Homer strangling Bart for instance, or Sideshow Bob’s numerous run-ins with rakes, cacti, and other various items familiar to Wile E Coyote), while others are serious (Mr. Burns ended up in the hospital after being shot, Homer was in a coma after being blown up and also thought that he could die after eating incorrectly prepared sushi), but that tends to be based more around the tone of the event in question, so it’s flexible enough to give the writers some leeway. And in the Treehouse of Horror annual Halloween specials, the joke isn’t just that the characters are dying but that this goes against all of the rules of the world of The Simpsons and therefore the excesses that they go to are ludicrous.  

2) In South Park, the tone is generally more like real life than The Simpsons, with fantastical elements stuck in for good measure (Trey Parker and Matt Stone having been inspired by urban legends surrounding the titular community that they heard while growing up). Seemingly belying this though is the running gag of Kenny’s deaths in every episode, something which Parker and Stone later abandoned because it got too tedious to try to come up with funny new ways to kill him. It was later retconned into his parents being cursed by Cthulhu so that every time he dies, not only is he reborn but everyone’s memories of him dying before are wiped clean. What Parker and Stone are good at with South Park is in using shock humor as social commentary--their whole movie is about their view of the quixotic nature of censorship and how parents will blame the creators of content not made for children when their kids see it rather than being good parents and being a part of their children’s lives, and this carries over into their treatment of violence. While their creative decisions aren’t ones that I agree with most of the time, I can still see that they are actually putting thought and care into their work, something that absolutely can’t be said for everyone in the adult animation industry.

Which leads us to

3) Family Guy and the rest of Seth MacFarlane’s oeuvre. Family Guy is what happens when you take the Treehouse of Horror segments and divorce them of the context that This Is Not Normal, and add in South Park’s shock humor as social commentary without the social commentary. The result is something where one of the primary jokes is “haha cartoon man bleed!” when the tone is more like a weird heightened reality and therefore it doesn’t “land” as that sort of joke except in the fact that it’s animated. Peter Griffin and the rest are so very clearly not “cartoons” in the way that Daffy Duck or Wile E Coyote are, so it’s basically like if you had a live-action film where people kept getting grievously injured but also erased the consequences of that for the next shot. This is the apogee of lazy writing on par with MacFarlane’s other stock joke, “haha animal and baby talk!!!” 

4) In The Venture Bros., we’re basically treated to a live-action show that is animated, and violent death is a HUGE part of every single episode since the premise is “adventure series with kid sidekicks but done with real world rules”. The joke is that if people acted like characters from those old books and shows did in real life, they’re either incredibly stupid or violent psychopaths. It’s still shock humor, and it’s usually not particularly well done beyond “BLOOD!!!!!” but it still beats out Family Guy because the joke isn’t just “haha cartoon man bleed!” but rather a social commentary about our world. (The fact that their view of the world is EXTREMELY nihilistic is a topic for another day.) 

5) Similarly, the “lore” of the game Team Fortress 2 has a ton of violence but differently than The Venture Bros., where morality is only found in the naive title characters and even then it’s more a product of them being too stupid to have a different worldview, most of the main characters of TF2 aren’t actually evil. They just happen to have the job of Blowing Things Up and Killing Enemies, and the comics even make it clear that in their world, there’s a difference between having that job and being an evil person. They’re also the only franchise on this list who actually do jokes featuring gore that go beyond the fact that it happened and are more akin to the “splatstick” style of Peter Jackson’s early films, which whether or not that’s something you can stomach gives them a point for more creativity. 

All this is a very long way to say that people involved with the cartoon industry need to realize that expecting the joke of extreme violence to be funny in and of itself is both a bad strategy and is making it so any hacks can write a show without putting any thought into it and it gets approved because that’s what shows “do”. And creators need to realize that just because South Park or The Simpsons did something, you can’t just copy them while getting rid of the context that actually made the jokes land and expect to have something good. 

[endlesscloudsoftime]

11 Questions

I thank the ever so wonderful @porkcutletbowltrash for tagging me *bows*! 

1. Which fictional character would be the most boring to meet in real life?

Hmm….I want to say this would be hard but on the contrary there are so many characters that would be boring plainly because in real life we aren’t privy to their backgrounds as we are in the mode of media themselves. Honestly, I would pick Cho Chang [from Harry Potter for those who are unaware]. From what I got on her character she didn’t seem to have any dimension to her that would interest me [other than her being in the Quidditch team] so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. What problem or situation did TV / movies make you think would be common, but when you grew up you found out it wasn’t? (i’m lowkey taking a jab at hsm because thanks Disney for making me think high school would be awesome)

People wearing only sweats and looking like they literally rolled out of bed in college. Where I went, most girls were in full makeup for a 09:00 [in the MORNING mind you] lecture and everyone was dressed in smart casuals at the very least. It took me a while but I had to up my dressing game because even just a simple hoodie and jeans had to look tasteful if nothing else.

3. What would be on the gag reel of your life?

A lot of things, but I’ll go with a simple one. Tripping over nothing at all while walking. This happens ALL THE TIME like I don’t get a break *cries*

4. What does “infinite” mean to you? 

Deceptively endless. The things that are infinite we can’t see, and the things we perceive as infinite always have an end point somewhere.

5. If your life was a movie, what songs would be on the soundtrack?

A Freaking Lot. My soundtrack would go on and on honestly. A few that would be there though are (not in order though):

- Shattered by Trading Yesterday

- Wannabe by the Spice Girls

- I Giorni by Ludovico Einaudi

- Tous les Secrets by Celine Dion

- For Me from the N no tame ni OST

- Decompose by NELL

- I’ll Remember by Day6 [don’t be confused by the title in the video - the song is the right one]

- Sing Me by Day6

- Hello how are you by Ritsuka

- Another Sunday by Trading Yesterday

- Main Koi Aisa Geet Gaoon from the Bollywood movie Yes Boss

- Ajab Si from the Bollywood movie Om Shanti Om (2008)

[I have so SO much more but I think 12 is good enough for now. Also I’ve added links for each song if you were curious!]

6. What item would be your top choice to make into a horcrux?

I’ve actually spent years thinking about this and I’m actually STILL not sure what I would make. I would say a note of money, but there is something about that that makes me uneasy. I’m sure this answer will change later, but for now I would make my silicone/rubber phone cover a horcrux because it seems resilient and quite unsuspecting (maybe).

7. Who would play you in a movie about your life?

America Ferrera. I’ve been told I resemble her looks-wise, and since my life isn’t very screen worthy (which means hello Normal Girl) her being amazing as Carmen in Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants is already an overqualification for portraying my life anyway.

8. Most relatable scene from any book/movie/anime/etc.?

When they drool over food and prioritize that over any other situation. Prime examples flitting through my head now are:

- in Lucky Star where Konata and Tsukasa go on a discussion about which side of the chocolate cornet they would eat from and why.

- practically everytime Yui and Ritsu jump at tea time with cakes in K-ON! disregarding doing anything productive.

9. If you were shrunk down and somehow got stuck in a blender, how would you get out?

I would try to disengage the blade cutter and prop it against one side securely so that I can (carefully) climb, use it as a foothold and push the small round cap on the top of the lid out and then crawl out. If that didn’t work then I’d just wait till someone came by and yell at them to get me out.

10. Would you count manga as a piece of literature? Why or why not?

I would because I consider manga as a comic which is technically considered as a literary piece anyway. (I even looked up literature to double check)

11. compliment yourself. (joey, you’re just to freaking good to at making up questions).

Well done on making it through life so far Astea with your stuffed toys *pats on back*

 WELL now it’s time for me to make up these questions muahahahah (okay no I can’t be actually cleverly dastardly to save my life).

1. What season would you have control over if there were masters of the seasons (Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Monsoons etc.)?

2. If you could only have one pet, would you have either a cat/dog/other? And what breed would they be?

3. When looking at the menu in a restaurant, what is the first page you examine and why? [because I don’t look at the appetizers first like a normal human and I’m curious to know if I’m the only one]

4.If you ever had the opportunity of accurately knowing what your future would be, would you want to know? Why/Why not?

5. Which social media platform are you most fond of and why?

6. If you had to choose one sin to be known by for the rest of your life (from the Seven Deadly Sins) which one would it be and why?

7. What form of entertainment would you consume when younger (books/tv shows/magazines/movies etc.) and has that changed?

8. Are you a light traveler? Or the kind that needs two heavy duty suitcases for a week’s holiday?

9. Would you rather life be a steady constant or a rollercoaster?

10. Was being famous something you had ever wanted? If so what kind of celebrity did you want to be? If not, why?

11. Do you believe in reincarnation? If so, do you think you’ve been reincarnated or are you brand new?

I tag @katzuyas, @savedbythenotepad, @exile-wrath, @possibleplatypus, @dreaming-fireflies, @crossroadswrite, @thechroniclesoftrash, @omgkatsudonplease, @peasantaries, @miyakuli and anyone else who would like to try! 

[And as always those who are tagged don’t need to do this if they would rather not!]

[sending-the-message]

My friend has been living in an alternate reality - (Part 10) by Mr_Outlaw_

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ENTRY 32:

I’ve been having a hard time trying to wrap my head around Kagenori’s words. It… it couldn’t be, right? I mean, how the fuck could the world have come to this?

Well, I didn’t need to wait much longer for further explanations. Kagenori woke a few hours later. After devouring some forest-creature meat, he finally told me and Lauren how the hell he ended up here.

As it turns out, he went into hiding in Paradise X after our initial break-in. But since the whole city was kind of a mess to begin with, he was never actually caught. He tried staying hidden on the streets for a few days before he started going delirious from the lack of food in his system. Eventually, somebody stumbled upon him singing to himself in an alleyway. The guy took him into his apartment and fed him some energy bars.

“Those things were fucking vile” he told me. “But you gotta eat something.”

The guy – named Ace, was nice enough to let him stay. But from the way that he described it… the place sounded like absolute hell. While there was running water, it always scalding for some reason. In addition, AC wasn’t really a feasible amenity, so they were sweating buckets in there. But the worst part was the “neighbor”. Ace explained that he didn’t exactly know what it was in the room next to them, but that they weren’t supposed to risk “letting it out.” That meant at night, they were forced to listen to something stomp around next to them while letting out a ghoulish wail. And for whatever reason, it only moved around at night.

Eventually, Kagenori started working at a food production factory, in order to help with the rent. It was the same one Ace was employed at. It was easy for him to land the job because the staff turnover was staggeringly high. I almost gagged when he told me what those bars were actually made out of.

Anyways, a few weeks pass and he finds himself walking home alone at night. But even though the place was lawless, crime surprisingly wasn’t a huge problem. However, I guess it made sense. Everybody in that place was essentially a walking shell. Just a ghost wandering around in hell. Nobody would really bother trying to rob anybody else. It just wasn't worth it.

As he’s about halfway back to the apartment, he spots somebody up ahead. In any other instance he wouldn't have cared, but this person seemed familiar. It was Rust. He caught up to him and they started talking. They were both about as equally surprised to see each other. When he asked Rust how he’d gotten here, his demeanor soured. Apparently, the settlement that we’d first stumbled upon years ago was decimated by the Paradise X soldiers. The reason was unclear, but it probably had something to do with our break-in. He said that he’d seen innocent children get slaughtered in front of his very eyes. This… was not pleasant for me to hear, of course. I felt that I already had too much blood on my hands. Fucking hell… Anyways, as it was about to be his turn, he tried reasoning his way out of death. He claimed that he had skills that could be useful to them. This was true, of course. The guy had three engineering degrees. After an extensive period of pleading, they decided to give him a chance. There was a helicopter that needed work, and nobody over there had the technical skill to do it. If he could fix it within a month, then he’d be spared. If not… well, you get the picture. It took him 29 days, but he finally did it.

After that, he was essentially employed as a mechanical engineer. However… he wasn’t planning on staying. He told Kagenori that "he had something big in mind.” What that was exactly, Kagenori would just have to find out. Rust instructed him to survive for two more weeks before meeting him at his place.

“That was all that he told me” Kagenori stated. “I just trusted him. There was nothing else I could do, you know?”

He waited, just trudging along for the next couple weeks before knocking on Rust’s door. He didn’t say much when he opened up. Just told Kagenori to follow him. That the plan was “already in action”. He led him to the factory where he’d apparently been working at. The soldiers guarding it asked Rust who the hell Kagenori was. In response, he pulled out a nail gun and shot them both in the head. And since all that they had were batons, they couldn’t do anything about it. Reeling in shock, Kagenori asked him what the hell he was doing. Rust just told him not to worry. That this was the only way out. They walked into the place and started heading towards the back. Once there, Rust swung open a metal door and they found themselves in a tight maze of corridors. This is when Rust told him to run. They maneuvered around the claustrophobic space, taking out more guards that were scattered throughout. After a while, they started hearing distant yelling and footsteps behind them. Kagenori yelled at Rust to let him know what the fuck was going on, but he was just told to be patient. He soon realized why. About twenty seconds later, a thundering explosion could be heard from outside. As Rust would tell him later, he'd been spending his free time working on crude explosives with materials he’d stolen from the factory. He’d been discretely setting them up near the barrier walls, day by day, until it seemed enough to create a considerable entrance hole. A hole big enough for the creatures to get in.

Eventually, they found themselves in a control room with a ladder leading upwards. There were two more guards in there, which Rust also took out. It was perfect because after that, he’d run out of ammo. They hurried up the ladder, sealing the entryway with scrap metal, as they climbed onto a rooftop. There was a helicopter sitting there, about ten meters away. This was the one that Rust had been commissioned to fix.

You see, he’d been planning ahead for a while. Even though he’d essentially fully fixed it within the first few days he was here, he pretended like he hadn’t. He did this in order to have more time to tamper with the controls, as well as asking around and trying to get a sense of what each button and lever did. In the back of his mind, he knew that flying away was the only way off the island.

Eventually - on the 29th day, he’d figured it out completely. That’s when he started planting the bombs. The thing is, even though he’d fixed the engine, it still took an exorbitant amount of time to power up. About an hour and change. That’s why he needed a distraction. If he just sat in the aircraft waiting, the guards would’ve easily gotten to the rooftop in time and smoked him. But thanks to the explosion, now they were forced to deal with the horrors outside the walls.

As Rust started up the helicopter, Kagenori looked down at the chaos that had plagued the city. Monstrous abominations were rampaging the place, killing everything in sight. The guards tried quelling the ungodly assault, but to no avail. At one point, a large crocodile-looking thing started climbing up the walls to the roof, towards them. It took Kagenori about 22 swings with a baton before it eventually decided to crawl back down.

About an hour passes before they start to hear banging coming from the rooftop entrance. It sounded like somebody was using a battering ram. Fortunately, the helicopter had taken off before they had to deal with it. As they ascended into the murky sky, Kagenori looked back down at scene below. As it turns out, Rust underestimated how strong his explosives were. A huge chunk of the wall and the surrounding areas had been decimated. There wasn’t even much movement on the ground anymore. Everybody was either dead or in hiding. That’s when it dawned on him… Rust had just inadvertently killed a lot of people. A lot of innocents, in fact. He was about to say something when Rust seemed to read his mind and stopped him.

“Those people down there… they didn’t have lives worth living” He told him. “I just put ‘em out of their misery”

Kagenori didn’t try and argue with him. Deep down, he agreed with him. He just didn't want to admit it. They flew around for a few hours before he finally asked Rust where they were going. In response, he just sighed and said he didn’t know. But that anywhere would be better than Dusk Blue.

Eventually, they spotted an island and decided to descend. The engine needed to cool down anyways, so Rust thought this was a better time than ever.

The island itself was insane. Just off the flat shore stood mountains that apparently put Everest to shame. The whole place was full of them. At the base of the monumental Alps were what appeared to be vast, open cave systems. They explored the place cautiously, not wanting to draw any attention to themselves. However… it seemed that there was nothing on the island at all. Just them.

Rust told Kagenori to stay back and watch the helicopter while he explored the caves. While he initially objected to this, he figured that it’d be safer on the shore than in the darkness of the caverns. Rust put together a make-shift torch with some scrap wood and disappeared into the entrance.

Kagenori said that he waited there for what felt like hours. He was starting to get worried. Eventually, Rust finally surfaced from dark. He seemed unharmed, but his expression told a different story. He looked horrified. He was also holding a small book. Kagenori asked him what had happened before Rust just handed it over. It was old and the cover was peeling off, but there was no denying what it was.

A Bible.

Kagenori had been protestant for the longest time, so he’d essentially memorized the first few pages by heart. He read it over and it lined up perfectly. Rust explained that he found it sitting in the middle of a crudely drawn symbol, like it was part of some kind of botched ritual or something. They just sat there for a while after that. None of them had any words to say. This was a troubling revelation, after all. Rust broke the silence a while later.

“That wasn’t it.”

Apparently, he’d also seen cave paintings in there, along with pieces of what looked like torn manuscripts. He pulled them out of his bag, but they were all in Latin. Fortunately, Rust knew the language. From what he’d pieced together, something happened in 2026 that sent the world spiraling into what we were in now. It was unclear what this event exactly was, however. The writings were all vague, with words like “Corrupted” and “Reborn” popping up a lot. However… that wasn’t even the most interesting part. The year 2014 also seemed to be significant. Rust’s conjecture was that somebody had done something back then that took 12 years to fully manifest. Again, what really happened remained a mystery. All he had was the dates.

There was one last significant thing that he saw in there - a painting of a map on one of the cave walls. It seemed to be an outline of the new world. Apparently, the only thing that Rust could somewhat recognize was North America and East Asia. The other continents were torn into pieces. However, there was one small island that seemed to worth noting. It looked to be on the equator line, around where South America should have been. There was an arrow pointing to it, connected to a single word:

“Liberatio” – Latin for deliverance.

“That’s where we’re headed” Rust exclaimed. "Maybe we'll find answers". Kagenori asked him how the hell they were going to get there. “I’ll figure out a way” was Rust's only response. Right after he said that, the ground beneath them started rumbling. They soon figured out why there was nothing else on the island.

They looked over at the mountains behind them. They were shaking, but it didn’t look like an earthquake. There was a pattern to it. Almost as if they were being caused by footsteps. Eventually, they saw something moving in the distance. Something colossal. They didn’t waste any more time, hopping into the helicopter and getting the hell out of there. As they left they island behind, Kagenori watched as a creature around double the size of the mountains made its way onto the shore. Since it was obscured by some kind of mist, he couldn’t quite make out the details. But it was humanoid, for sure. What disturbed him the most was the bellowing laugh that it let out afterwards. The voice was deep and guttural, sending ripples through the sea below. It was also sinister in tone. Like it knew what they had just discovered.

After that, they flew around for a few more hours before Rust admitted that there was a problem. He didn’t know how to get to the island depicted on the cave painting. He suggested that they scavenge another island, in order to find materials for a compass. However, there didn’t seem to be one in sight. They weren’t low on fuel just yet, but that could change quickly.

The situation got even worse when they flew into a brutal storm. Kagenori claimed that it happened so suddenly. One second the skies were dry, the next, they were filled with heavy winds, rain and lightning. It was inexplicable. But then again… in this world, that seemed to be the norm.

It got so bad that Rust told him to put on one of the parachutes, “just in case”. There were no doors on the aircraft, after all. As it turns out, that was a good call. As a particularly strong burst of wind titled the helicopter to the side, Kagenori’s fingers slipped from a railing he was holding onto and he fell out.

As he made his harsh descent, he tried to gauge what he was heading into. However, the rain had gotten so bad that he could barely open his eyes. He made a swift judgement, waiting 10 seconds before ultimately opening the parachute. As he felt himself floating downwards, he started feeling the rain subside. He opened his eyes, being both surprised and relieved to find land waiting for him below. There seemed to be people on it as well. But as he got closer, he came to a horrifying realization. Those weren’t people. Or at least… not anymore. He’d made it to dead man’s land. After landing, he freaked out and started running away from the horde of zombies that had now focused their collective attentions on him. Eventually, he’d come across the settlement that we were in now.

He’d been here ever since, going on regular hunting trips and establishing himself as part of the community. But about a year ago, he’d been captured by the psychos we encountered yesterday. As it turns out, they were bat-shit crazy. They took turns torturing/toying around with him, as well as the others that he was with for pure entertainment. At one point, they were driving out, planning on tying him to a tree and letting the zombies swarm him. Fortunately, that was also we crossed paths with them ans saved him. He seemed to be getting light-headed as he finished telling me this. The nurse told me that he needed more rest, so I let him be. However, he let me know one more thing before slipping out of consciousness again:

“I don’t know if Rust is still alive. I don’t know where he is... I don’t know…”

I’m sitting here now, pondering the implications of Rust’s discovery. If this really is the future… then what the fuck happened in 2026? How could that have led to this? What was on that island Rust was trying to get to? Were we ever getting the out of here? But like Kagenori... I guess I just don’t know.

ENTRY 33:

I woke up this morning to heavy commotion. Everybody seemed scared of something. I asked around, eventually finding out that some kind of machine had been shot down over the island just a few minutes ago. I walked over to where they were keeping it. Smoker was already there, holding it in his hands. It was small and compact, looking extremely futuristic, which made sense now. I asked him what the hell it was. He stared at me, eyes wide:

“Neo-Civitus” he uttered out “This is a scout drone. They always send these before they’re about to invade.”

Confused and shocked, I took a closer look at it. In big bold letters was the phrase “NC military” written right on top of it.

Fucking hell. Not sure what’s going to happen next. But based off of everything that’s happened so far… it’s gonna be one hell of a time, for better or for worse.

[angelicteeth]

are u ready to do 250 questions

i think i’m going to cry answering these so i will update you on if i did or not, stay tuned (i am crying right now its been so long since ive worked on this i feel like a piece of my heart is being shared with the world this is way more emotional than i thought sedtryftgyjlk;l’)

Aster: She/Her - Leo - 19 - 5′9

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? red, dark red specifically 2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? she likes collecting swords and daggers3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? oranges and cat dandruff 4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? she likes wearing long sleeved shirts and baggy pants a lot. she’s never without combat boots- but when she has to Dress Up for family events/kingdom stuff she tends to wear form-fitting dresses in her kingdoms colors- blue, green, and other earthy tones5. What is your OC’s first memory? she remembers playing by a river when she was around 4 or 5 and finds a dog that she later takes home with her and keeps :^)6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? she really loves black panthers and humming birds, she hates moths7. What element would your OC be? actually, she’s part of a world that has 4 kingdoms based off of the 4 elements and she lives in the Earth kingdom but i would say she, herself, is fire8. What is your OC’s theme song? something that would be Dark and get your adrenaline Pumping, not sure entirely though9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? no, i don’t! she has a kinda deep but feminine voice10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? pride11. What are your OC’s hobbies? she likes to read high fantasy novels or historical fiction novels, she enjoys exercising/training, and doing crossword puzzles12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? she’s very patient and also extremely hot headed, but she knows how to control it for the most part- unless you say something she doesn’t like/is very passionate about 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? she’s female, a lesbian, and… well, she’s pink-ish/purple, and i haven’t completely thought about what they’re called yet- basically she’s alien14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? she really hates extremely greasy food, nothing in particular just anything with dripping amounts of grease make her gag- her favorite is probably fruits- save oranges15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? she really wants her own dragon! she wants to get one herself so she’s been saving up for it, she plans to buy one fairly soon- she’s almost to her goal! she’s always wanted one since her older brother got his16. What does your OC smell like? lavender and vanilla 17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? she currently teaches younger kids how to train/fight and she really enjoys it! this has always been her dream job, actually, or working with dragons. 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? her greatest fear is drowning, her weakness is always needing to be right, and a strength is how confident yet humble she is19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? she doesn’t really invest a lot of time into music but she really enjoys rock and alternative 20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? she would be curious of everything but also very hesitant, she’d probably first go into a bookstore to see if we have a good selection of high fantasy and historical fictional novels!21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? her pet peeves are people chewing with their mouth open and people who think they’re better than everyone else just because they’re rich. she’s also trying to work on how she always feels the need to be right22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? she did very well in school, was top of her class and actually looked forward to going- even though she almost always looked disinterested23. What is a random fact about your OC? she doesn’t like staying up late and always has to wear socks to bed24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? she has a pretty positive outlook on life, she thinks living in general is interesting and no life is insignificant 25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? i wanted to write a well planned and thought out story about 2 girls from different kingdoms falling in love but having immense amounts of support so i did a ton of research and boom! aster was born! her design at first is practically the same as now, only minor details changed. her personality is very outgoing, she’s definitely an extroverted person but not in a bubbly sense. 26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact) and why? the most important person in her life is probably esen, her girlfriend :^) the least important is her old best friend, they drifted apart but they still mean something to her27. What kind of childhood did your character have? a happy but sometimes lonely childhood, she didnt have a best friend until she was 11- she usually hung out with her 2 older brothers 28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? she has a ring she always wears and when shes nervous/anxious she twists it in intervals of 3. she enjoys watching stim videos, typically paint or bread ones29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? probably something along the lines of “In loving memory of an angry, tired soul” because she’s always Angry and Tired esen probably wouldn’t let her put that on her grave tho30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? yes! she’d love to get married :^) she’d want a small but fancy wedding. she does want kids, but only 1. 2 tops31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? most traumatic experience would have to be when she was 3 and almost drowned :^) hence her fear, and her favorite memory is probably when she surprised esen randomly with a bouquet of red roses and a necklace that has a pink carnation on it, which is her favorite flower. she could never forget how esen’s eyes lit up and it felt like her smile could swallow her whole32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? she doesn’t know, she’s still trying to figure it out33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? probably, the person would most likely have to hurt someone very close to her or just piss her the fuck off to no return34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? her father is the king so her family is Royalty. theres lots of balls and parties where she plays the role of a charming and sophisticated daughter who knows Exactly what everyone who comes up to her is talking about she zones out SO MUCH at these parties, she’d rather be with esen35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? if nobody is around, she’s usually day dreaming. it’s one of her favorite things to do. she thinks fondly back on memories, but not super often 36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? i think she just wants freedom the most. she enjoys living in her kingdom- but there’s just so many people and she’s tired of them. she wants to live out on a farm or a secluded place with esen, doing whatever they please whenever37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? she often jogs in place because she always needs to be moving38. What would your character do with a million dollars? please do not give her a million dollars she has NO self control39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? water, grape juice, a fruit bowl, and yogurt. she probably has her work out clothes on the floor right now, and some books. on her nightstand is the book she’s currently reading, a lamp, and a candle. in her garbage can is some papers she crumpled up and a banana peel40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? to the local theater to see some of the younger kids put on a play. she’d probably wear a white tube top, fancy-ish black pants, a black blazer, and black heels. she’d go with esen and maybe her 2 brothers!41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? depends on who/what she’s angry at but she typically bursts out screaming, sometimes getting so frustrated she pulls at her hair. she’s very loud when she’s mad42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? she has a scar across her nose, she got it from when her and her brothers were play fighting and one of them didn’t realize it was a real knife and accidentally cut her43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? when she was like 6 she called her mom an old hag serdtfygiuohi she doesn’t like to say mean/offensive things but that slipped out 44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? depending on if she asks for it or not, she takes it very well… unless you say it out of the blue when she didn’t ask for any, then she would probably say something snarky back and get angry with you 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? she actually really enjoys pineapple pizza! it’s her favorite. she’d probably ask you for more46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? she’d probably display it on her bookshelf but never see if it actually works, she’s paranoid about it47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? she doesn’t actively draw but she likes to doodle if she’s really bored! she draws pretty well, she’d be excellent if she actually practiced but she isn’t really into it48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? her parents are very loving and supportive! it’s affected her very positively, she’s very kind and humble- if she didn’t have amazing parents i don’t think she’d be the way she is, she’d most likely be mean- maybe even cruel49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? she does like candy! it’s one of her weaknesses, actually. if she eats a lot of it, she does get a sugar rush- which is kinda bad because she’s even louder than normal and even easier to agitate, but she’s also a lot more bubbly and giggly 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? she’d probably think about it for a couple hours- or even the whole day. after that she would try to make her last days count but also try to avoid death at all costs. she’s a very determined person, and hates to give up

Esen: She/They - Pisces - 22 - 5′1

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? pink!2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? she collects stuffed animals, sea shells, stickers, and dolls !3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? nothing!4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? pink, frilly, lacy clothes! she loves dressing like a doll, honestly. very into pastel. but when she has to go to a party she wears her kingdoms colors- white and black5. What is your OC’s first memory? her first memory is when she was 6 and sitting on a picnic blanket in the spring with her mom while her dad and older siblings played a game of hide and seek6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? her favorite animal is bunnies and butterflies while her least favorite is spiders7. What element would your OC be? her kingdom is based off of air and i have to say i agree! she’s definitely air 8. What is your OC’s theme song? bubblegum bitch by marina and the diamonds9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? nope! but her voice is very sweet and soft, like candy10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? envy11. What are your OC’s hobbies? reading classic, romance, and historical fiction novels, doing arts and crafts, and embroidering 12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? she’s extremely patient and not very hot-headed, when she’s angry she turns very cold13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? genderfluid, pansexual, japanese/alien- idk ! she has fairly pink skin14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? she really enjoys sweet things and fruits, she doesn’t really enjoy anything with a ton of salt15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? she’d really love to have a bearded dragon! her older brother used to have one and she would help take care of them often16. What does your OC smell like? she tends to wear floral scents a lot !17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? she works with her mom as a seamstress! she really enjoys it because she works on big, frilly dresses the most- which are her favorites. her dream job is to own her own dress shop18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? her greatest fear is never being able to wake up again, a weakness is how cold she is toward other people, she more often than not comes off across cold even though she looks so sweet and inviting. she’s actually very cruel. a strength is how nothing ever gets to her- she’s blocked out anything negative. the only opinion that matters to her the most is her own, and sometimes her girlfriends19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? she typically listens to lana del rey, marina and the diamonds, nicole dollanganger, and other artists that sound similar. her favorite song is dog teeth by nicole dollanganger or queen of disaster by lana del rey20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? she’d probably react similar to aster21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? she’s a very emotional person but never lets anyone see, she always appears cold and harsh. the only person who’s managed to help her open up more is aster, which she is extremely grateful for. she’s working hard to be kinder and smile more. a pet peeve of hers is people wearing shoes around their house, she thinks it’s very rude and disrespectful22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? she was an amazing student, as was aster, she was top of her class and managed high scores on everything23. What is a random fact about your OC? she often loves laying in bed and just scrolling through cute animal videos, it helps calm her down24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? she has a very realistic outlook on life that can sometimes be very dark and depressing. she doesn’t really know how to feel about life and living, she’s still very much trying to figure it out25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? it’s the same answer as asters but nothing has changed about her design! she has a very cold and stoic personality, but once she opens up to you she’s very loud and bubbly26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact) and why? most important person in her life is aster, her girlfriend, and the least important person is probably her father27. What kind of childhood did your character have? she had an okay childhood, she doesn’t remember much about her father but she does remember spending a lot of time with her mom and her older siblings 28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? she often chews/picks at her lips when nervous and she likes foam and slime as a way to stim- she also loves paint mixing videos 29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? something snarky but thought provoking 30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? she does want to get married! but only to aster. she’d be okay with 1 or 2 kids31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? most traumatic memory she has mostly blocked out- she doesn’t like bringing it up but her favorite memory was when aster slept over at her place and they just had a really sweet, romantic night in. they watched movies, ate junk food, laughed until they cried, and started a scrapbook together- she really cherishes every moment with aster in general but that one is her most favorite32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? a caring father33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? yes, not much, probably because someone hurt her family or aster. she might even end up killing her father but that’s a whole other story34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? her family, like aster’s, gets invited to parties often because her father is an Important Dude so she often goes to those and pretends to be a loving, caring daughter35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? she daydreams almost all of the time, living in memories or just in her own little world. she isn’t worried often, only when she’s feeling really down36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? what she wants most, she has, for the most part- and that’s aster. aster is what she’s dreamed of all her life, someone to care about her as much as she cares about them, someone who will accept her for who she is- bad and all. she wanted a place to call home, and aster is her home37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? she cries all the time. she cries for everything. she doesn’t let anyone see her, but once she’s alone she weeps. for something lost, something found, something happy, something sad, when she’s mad or when she’s scared. she cries for it all38. What would your character do with a million dollars? she would buy so much jewelry and beautiful dresses but also spend a ton on aster39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? peach tea, green tea, chocolate almond milk, grapes, and some vegan cheese. there’s nothing on her bedroom floor, she likes it to be clean. she has a rose gold clock, a book, reading glasses, and a cup of tea on her nightstand- and there’s nothing in her garbage can40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? somewhere with aster, probably one of her favorite white dresses, frilly white socks, white platform heels, and a white/baby pink parasol41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? she immediately turns cold and shut off, but if she’s alone she’ll cry because she’s so overcome with emotion- if she’s in public and someone has made her mad she will be calm but cool, deflecting whatever they’ve said and most likely proving them wrong42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? she doesn’t have any scars!43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? she always says something offensive to her dad which changes each time she has to speak to him, it probably refers to what a shit person he is44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? she takes it very well but if it’s unwanted she’ll get in your face about it 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? she enjoys pineapple on pizza, just without the cheese- unless it’s vegan cheese but she prefers it to be just the sauce and extra pineapple!46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? she would first see if it works and then after finding out if it does or not, display it somewhere. maybe even with her other dolls47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? she likes to draw! her favorites to draw are dresses and pretty people :^)48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? her mother is one of her favorite people and she has a strong hatred for her father. because of her father she is a very cold person yet still loving like her mother49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? she does like candy sometimes, she really loves marshmallows and sweet taffy! she’s never had a sugar rush before but she’s witnessed aster’s and she is Terrified but Intrigued 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? she would 100% avoid it at all costs and probably even succeed, she’s very skilled

Bunni: She/They - Sagittarius - 27 - 5′3

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? white!2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? shells, white/lacy things, stickers, and old clown dolls! also anything care bares or strawberry shortcake!3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? dust and bees4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? only white clothes, as its her favorite color and makes her the happiest- typically lacy or frilly things! doesn’t really like pants a lot 5. What is your OC’s first memory? baking a lemon cake with her mother while her father fed her little brother in his highchair!6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? bunnies!!! and she’s deathly afraid of bees/wasps/moths7. What element would your OC be? earth!!!8. What is your OC’s theme song? a soft melody, not sure which9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? no! she has a very soft and quiet voice though10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? gluttony 11. What are your OC’s hobbies? baking, crocheting, painting, and making stained glass things!12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? a saint. the most patient. is hot-headed in private though…13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? non-binary, bi-ace, they’re an alien so… idk… they’re a periwinkle color ??? (they prefer strangers to use they/them bc she feels very personal!)14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? loves sweets!!!! LOVES THEM!!! also loves fruit! doesn’t really like meat much15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? a bunny… they are her favorite and its her name so !16. What does your OC smell like? sweet sweet vanilla 17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? her current job is her dream job, she loves it so much. she owns a little bakery/cafe!!! she would never want a job like her old one- it took so much out of her18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? her greatest fear is waking up one day and nobody remembers who she is- that jupiter and delaney don’t recognize her. a weakness is how often she takes in strangers, like she just. helps anyone. please bunni be fucking careful. a strength is despite being super kind and caring- she doesn’t take shit from anyone and WILL tell you off- extremely politely though19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? she likes anything soft and makes her feel like she’s floating on a cloud20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? she would want to go to every bakery she can get her hands on, and also craft stores21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? she’s still working through some old scars her past job has left on her, she’s much better now but some things still get to her often. usually in nightmares uh a main pet peeve is people not picking up after themselves- she hates cleaning up after others 22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? UH shy quiet kid in the back that nobody notices until halfway through the year- gets pretty good grades A’s & B’s23. What is a random fact about your OC? she hates blood because it reminds her of how much she has on her own hands24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? she has a relatively positive outlook! she thinks life is beautiful- and that she’s found things that are worth living for- including herself25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? UH well i was on a character making website and i made pretty ppl and turned them into my ocs… her design has definitely changed the most, her skin is lighter, she has white hair when originally she didn’t have any. its hard to describe but i like her design a lot more now- it suits her better26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? her brother, delaney, and jupiter!!! her old boss- for a lot of various reasons he’s a scumbag god27. What kind of childhood did your character have? a very happy and loving childhood!!! loves her parents so much28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? she clicks her nails together when she’s nervous/anxious. she fucking loves cooking/food, paint mixing, soap cutting, and foam videos! has slime and foam of her own she likes to stim with. sometimes chews on a rubber bracelet she has with her all the time29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? ‘In Loving Memory of a Sweetheart’ or something cute30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? maybe? she really wants a wedding tbh… doesn’t want any kids! maybe adopting but most likely not 31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? a mission at her old job went horribly wrong and everyone but her was killed. she still blames herself to this day. her favorite memory is when she was sitting on the couch, jupiter next to her and delaneys head on her lap. delaney was having a random lazy day and just wanted to hang with her girlfriends. bunni was happy to hang with them when delaney said that she thinks this is what happiness/loves feel like- content and home. and bunni started crying because she loves them both so very much32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? a giant kitchen thats strawberry shortcake themed33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? never again.34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? uh idk she just lives at her bakery and loves her gfs ok35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? very active! she loves daydreaming and she worries SO MUCH god please let her rest. tries not to think of anything from age 18-24 but anything before that is peaceful and relaxing 36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? she’s pretty content, doesn’t know what she wants. mainly to help delaney- she’d do anything for her girlfriends 37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? she really likes face masks so she’ll put a couple different ones on throughout the day very often and sing opera… i don’t know why…38. What would your character do with a million dollars? buy so many things for her bakery/cafe but also probably herself- finally buy a collectors item she’d been eyeing for weeks- months even39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? fruit, peach tea, almond milk, orange juice, some vegetables, butter, and a pitcher of fruit water. her bedroom floor is clean as is her garbage can! on her nightstand is a little twin stars clock, white frilly lamp, the comic she’s borrowing from delaney, and a glass of water40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? probably somewhere with jupiter and delaney! definitely wearing a white off the shoulder top, white skater skirt, white fishnets, white platform heels, and a white hat! 41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? clenches her fists if she’s mad at someone else, trying not to take it out on them. feels like she’s boiling from the inside out. usually distances herself and screams as loud as she possibly can42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? she has quite a few scars all over her body from her previous job 43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? “if you don’t shut the fuck up right now I’m going to rip your arm off and stuff it up your ass so you can choke on it” her job made her. pissed. 44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? depends but she’s relatively neutral, unless its about her baking bc she is So Proud of it 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? she. loves it? would eat a whole pie by herself. maybe 2.46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? she would Not see if it actually works and probably give it to delaney or put it in a glass case display so nobody will fuck with it 47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? she likes to draw the cakes or sweets she wants to make!48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? love them!!! great people!!!! helped her keep her sanity!!!!!49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? Do Not Give Bunni Candy, Please50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? you bet your ass she would try to fucking avoid it at all costs and run away with her girlfriends

Jupiter: She/Her - Cancer - 26 - 5′6

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? yellow!2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? makeup, tigers, plants, and anything floral !3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? some perfumes4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? loves crop tops and high waisted shorts, sundresses, off the shoulder tops- anything that makes her feel beautiful 5. What is your OC’s first memory? her and her sister discovering an injured dragon and taking them home to help save it!6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? TIGERS!!! big cats! fucking hates ducks ???7. What element would your OC be? earth! loves plants. loves outside. 8. What is your OC’s theme song? something pop and upbeat!9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? no claims but a sweet yet silky kind of voice10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? lust 11. What are your OC’s hobbies? video games, makeup, and doing nails!12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? pretty patient, only gets hot-headed when irritated or annoyed13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? female, bisexual, and also alien…she is Green… don’t know much else 14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? loves pasta, bread, fruit, and anything cheesy. doesn’t dislike much, but fucking hates pickles15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? she wants a cow. so badly. idk why. just loves them. moo bitch. moo. 16. What does your OC smell like? very floral 17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? she’s a personal stylist! she enjoys it, she never really had a dream job. 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? being buried alive is probably her greatest fear. a weakness is how emotionally attached she gets to people, how invested she becomes. a strength is her people skills- despite having bad anxiety 19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? indie, pop, alternative are her go too’s! harry styles, lorde, and such. loves sober by lorde a lot!20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? try out so much food, would be so interested in everything and probably try talking in depth to everyone she meets21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? she has very severe anxiety she’s trying to cope with, which has its ups and downs. a pet peeve is scratching silverware on a plate. hates the sound it makes. 22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? very talkative and social, wanted to be everybody’s friend. very likable- mainly got B’s23. What is a random fact about your OC? she hate socks??? never wears them. only wears heels or sandals24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? very optimistic, looking forward to the future very much. loves life, thinks its fascinating and loves watching it grow and just. be. 25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? the same as bunni but I haven’t changed her design at all!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? her girlfriends, delaney and bunni, and her sister! least important is a stupid ex who won’t leave her alone 27. What kind of childhood did your character have? pretty good! had lots of fun and loads of friends- but never a best friend 28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? twirls her hair and bites her nails when nervous or anxious. doesn’t really stim unless its slime!29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? “I’ll Haunt You If You Even Think About Looking At My Grave” 30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? married, yes! maybe to kids- not opposed but doesn’t really want one31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? delaney got into a bad motorcycle accident once and they didn’t know if she was going to make it… delaney and bunni threw her a surprise birthday party that was summery themed and she cried sedrftgyhu she wasn’t expecting it and she felt SO loved32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? mental stability ! she hates her anxiety sooooo much 33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? probably not! but you’d have to hurt her gfs or her family to get her to really consider it… or ruin all her makeup…..34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? doesn’t do jack shit she only cares abt her gfs and sister35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? she daydreams often, but not as much as you might think. she’s almost ALWAYS worried, her anxiety is Awful36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? she’s pretty okay right now… has all she wants, really. 37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? she has a pretty elaborate skin care routine and performs it roughly twice a day38. What would your character do with a million dollars? buy so much makeup and clothes, spoil her gfs, and probably save some money for her little sister39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? fridge would be the same as bunni’s they live together but her floor has a pile of clothes in the corner, random makeup items, and empty bottles of pink lemonade. her nightstand has a cute floral clock, her rose gold watch, and a pair of sunglasses and her garbage can is empty bc she just throws shit on the floor all the time, sigh40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? somewhere with bunni and delaney, probably. she’d probably be wearing a floral dress, maybe sunflowers, white wedges with wood bottoms, and a little gold purse! 41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? she doesn’t get angry super often but she’s Loud and probably cries, acts like a little kid most likely 42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? nope! she’s scar free43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? if she’s ever catcalled she definitely says something Nasty to the person44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? she takes it well and acts stoic because of her job, she’s trained very hard to be the perfect stylist! 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? she doesn’t mind it but it’s definitely not her fave 46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? fucking chucks that thing so far away from her and hopes it never returns 47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? she often designs things for clients if they want something specifically made for them but that’s about it!48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? her parents were very kind and sweet people, she really loves them a lot but they aren’t extremely close 49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? she enjoys very sweet candy, but nothing else! she’s had a couple sugar rushes but she crashed Hard from them, no matter how small they were 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? she’s so stressed her anxiety is through the ROOF but delaney and bunni help her and they spend a lot of time together! she’d probably try to find a loophole, though 

Delaney: She/Her - Gemini - 24 - 5′11

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? dark dark red or black 2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? comic books, knives, and cool jewelry for her piercings 3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? nothing she was made to be Perfect4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? typical punk/goth/emo clothes! a lot of fishnets, chains, boots, belts, and jackets5. What is your OC’s first memory? white walls, tests, experiments, sterile smells, moving shadows, blinding lights, wakeupwakeupwakeup6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? loves snakes, lizards, and all that jazz. doesn’t care much for birds7. What element would your OC be? fire, sigh8. What is your OC’s theme song? something sad and emo, probably, but also fast paced and adrenaline pumping 9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? no but her voice is… smoother than you expect. she looks like someone with a gruff voice but its nice and smooth, angry sounding but not necessarily Gruff it is kinda deep tho10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? wrath11. What are your OC’s hobbies? reading comics/graphic novels, riding her motorcycle, annoying jupiter and bunni12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? sheeeee’s patient depending on her mood? typically Isn’t because she likes annoying people but when she actually cares she’s very patient. pretty hotheaded, definitely says a lot of shit In The Moment 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? female, lesbian, ??? she’s… an experiment so technically an alien and a human? they merged both of them together… i haven’t fleshed this part out a whole lot 14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? she… Loves… pancakes…. and wings with curly fries….. and food. she discovers she really fuckin Loves food. hates pickles god fuck15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? a big ass snake tfgui16. What does your OC smell like? for such a long time she would just smell like a hospital but now that she’s her own person she experiments with a bunch of different ones, she’s still trying to pick a Fave because everything just smells so fucking nice17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? she’s very confused on the whole aspect of jobs and making a living, bunni and jupiter mainly support her bc they make A Lot but encourage delaney that she can get a job If She Wants one… she’s kinda looking into working at a comic book place, tbh18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? hospitals, doctors, needles specifically IVs or shots, and dressing gowns. she can be very emotionless at times which can be off putting but she just genuinely doesn’t know how to react tfuygi but it can also be a strength??? she has a lot of Love in her which is essentially what saved her :^)19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? she mainly listens to instrumentals??? or sad/emo/goth music20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? oh god please Don’t she’s already confused by her own world drftgyhui21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? she was an experiment for the first 16-18 years of her life and she still often has that mindset, even though it’s been years… she’s trying to work through it and her fears but it’s so fucking hard lol 22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? she would’ve been a dumbass trouble maker had she actually grown up as a normal being 23. What is a random fact about your OC? she really fucking wants to get her tongue split, she currently has it pierced though 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? Not Good.25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? saaaammmeeee as bunnniii and jupiterrrrrrrr26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? bunni and jupiter! her gfs! the gorls! uhhh a doctor at the place where she was created :^)27. What kind of childhood did your character have? awful, lonely, painful28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? the uh doctors where she “lived” used to experiment on her with drugs and she developed a codependency with heroin for a little bit, and it was the absolute fucking worst thing in the whole world. now, though, she just drinks kind of excessively 29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? “experiment: fuck your bitch”30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? married, possibly. kids, hell no. 31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? she was about 8 or so, and wandering the halls of the ‘hospital’ when she stumbled upon a room with someone her age strapped down to a table. she watched silently as they were tortured and its forever burned into her memory. doesn’t help she remembers everything vividly, but that one sticks out to her the most. her favorite memory is literally just watching her gfs do something or just hanging out with them rdftgyui she’s So in Love but doesn’t know how to fucking voice anything 32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? …revenge 33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? yes. any doctors who hurt her. they wouldn’t have to do fucking anything, they’ve already done enough. 34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? none35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? she tries her best to distract herself all the time so she can’t live in her memories, but that only helps so much 36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? peace. quiet. anything. 37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? every time she puts on socks she has to go on a slippery surface and Slide 38. What would your character do with a million dollars? she has no idea she’d probably just fucking stare at it until bunni or jupiter said ‘hey you can get ____ this now’ and she’d be like ‘oh shit i can Get Things’39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? nothing on her floor, a stack of comics shes reading, a random book she found and actually liked the idea of, some candy40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? bunni and jupiter, somewhere Nice, would for once probably wear nice dressy-ish clothes so basically a suit, minus the jacket unless they’re going to a restaurant, and a red button down with a black tie 41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? she… explodes? yeah. its… not fun42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? y e a h she has scars on her arms from experiments and self harm, she has one on her face going through her left eyebrow, a couple on her stomach and legs, and one Big one her knee43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? she says stupid shit all the fucking time, sigh44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? blankly 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? fucking loves food will c o n s u m e it46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? sheee displays it, actually! she doesn’t test it, though, she’s not stupid47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? she cannot do jack shit48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? doesn’t have any 49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? she loves candy a shitload but isn’t really affected by it??? unless she eats like a gallon of sugar 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? she honestly probably ends up avoiding it because she’s that cursed, sigh

[vuisburning]

Guessing game

Who can guess who these people are correctly? I might do more rounds with different people

1. What is grammar correct? I never heard of it. I like to suck Intuitive’s dick and accuse girl of the flirt with me. Then I call she fat and use slurs of racial. YOU ARE ALL RACIST

2. WHY ARE NEW PEOPLE HERE? HOW DARE THESE NEW PEOPLE COME TO OUR BURNBOOK. GO BACK TO YOUR OWN COUNTRY. MAKE BB GREAT AGAIN. Anyway I love Jex and I’m going to marry him

3. RACISM? IN FRONT OF MY SALAD? Don’t say retard that’s ableist -Types 6 paragraphs about it- and I love to brag about my art sweetie. You’re jealous that I can finger paint. Sweetie I love being educated even tho I’m only in highschool. Keyboard warrior? I’m just smarter than you so it’s your own fault for being dumb sweetie LMAO. Anyway who’s personality can I copy next?

4. I don’t care what this post says just kys anon. I love being a hot head and making girls cry. What did you say about my girlfriend? LOL? I’ll shoot up your school bitch

5. -Sees a fight and jumps in- I don’t have time to fight with kids on the burn book -Leaves- -Comes back- You just like to argue and be extra. I’m wasting my time on you -Leaves- -Comes back- I don’t care if my friends are racist you are just a kid Blocks- -Unblocks- And you just want my attention. Anyway are there any guys I can flirt with?

6. ROFL BRO I want to give everybody nick names and never answer any questions seriously because I’m a big dumb jock and class clown who fetishizing woc BRO ROFL

7. Fttgdhgjd bitch nobody knows what I’m talking about ever and I’m never going to shut up even tho everyone wants me to. Hhhhhh I love to be dramatic bitch. Fftgdhgjdf and my eyes might be the size of melons but I’m not an alien bitch ffffffff. -Says something disturbing- Psycho? Who me? I’m an angel biiiiiitch. Anyway I love being a Gemini

8. I love to insult myself by calling myself fat and ugly even tho I’m not fat and just making fun of overweight people. I have no other jokes so I keep using the same boring one.

9. RYRUFUTUY -Tags boyfriend- You are out of service. You are mine and I want to gag on your dick. -Girl flirts with boyfriend- DGDYOTRIETJ this bitch don’t know me. I’m a gemini. Stay away from him, I have his wolfbabies. He better not ever cheat on me. Anyway where’s my wife and girlfriend DGDYOTRIETJ

10. I love BLM and you white people need to shut up and kys unless you’re my friend. -Submits 100 posts and spams the burnbook- -5 minutes later- Why are new people spamming the burnbook? We don’t like spam. Take your drama somewhere else. I’m just spitting fax and riding Jex. Anyway shop me

11. I love girls but I’m straight -Dates a girl- I’m still straight -Dates 5 girls in one week- Ok maybe I’m bi

12. -Calls someone a nXDger- Me? Racist? I deadass wasn’t deadass mad serious bruh. You retards r jus mad deadass obsessed wit me deadass

13. I’m better than all of you. People think I’m nice but I’m really a hipster asshole that is too broke to pay for my own movie production. Do you know who I am? I had the most popular room for years. These other rooms are just for edgy losers

14. Join uh xxx and where’s uh a girl for me to stab while I uh fuck her because I probably hate my mom

15. Join uh xxx and where’s uh a gemini for me to uh cry over?

17. I love asking girls to park in my room. My room must have the most hot girls in it or I’ll get mad af. If a girl won’t park in my room then she’s a ugly ho and I’m going to slide in her dms to tell her

16. Xxx best room. I love being edgy and calling girls thots even tho I’m a thot myself. Lmfao I’m a saint and at least my dog won’t break my heart. -Breaks 5 girls hearts in one week- Why are girls thots? Fuck geminis and fuck new people. Anyway I love my fans

18-21. We’re the only 4 new people that are liked. We have drama over nudes even tho we should be playing with barbies and action figures because we’re little kids.

22. BEEEEEEETCH I’m peng LOOOOOOOOL. Dawg stfu wiv your dumbass LOOOOOOOOOLWAT

23. I left this Imvu shit for 9 months. I don’t care if you call me a catfish, I’m still better than you. My new girl loves me so I don’t care about you losers. So what if I’m in discord talking shit. You all need to stop bullying me and get a life. I’m not into drama anymore. -Talks shit about 10 people in 1 minute- I’ve moved on from Imvu drama. You losers need to grow up. Anyway I love my girlfriend

24. -Likes every post about Chapo- -Flirts with him- Fuck up. He’s just my friend. Anyway where’s a post that I can comment on that has nothing to do with me

25. I’m just here to keep the peace and approve your posts. I don’t care about anything else. I have all these girls swooning over me but I’m incapable of love. I don’t even love my burnbook. You guys are lucky I don’t shut it down -Single tear rolls down cheek-

[fool-errant]

Ask a Writer

I got tagged by @rabbitkinder

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

Well my studio handle is Foolish Mortal - but someone’s been sitting on that username since dirt. So I went with fool-errant - like knight errant but stupider. The fool part is obvious - and errant means alternatively “straying from proper course or standards” and “traveling in search of adventure” - which I felt summed up thing pretty decent. My handle on FFnet and AO3 is NoCapes - cause I wanted to make sure thatif you looked up my website for art - you didn’t accidentally stumble on TF2 slash. That name comes from the fact I have a little Edna Mode figure sitting on my computer monitor that caught my eye at the time I was looking for a name. 

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/favorites, follows/subscriptions, visitor hits, kudos)

Erm - well I only have ze one main fic online these day. My long suffering TF2 fic Smoke Gets in Your Eyes. Though even compared to the long lost junk I wrote in high school - its still got the most feedback.

3. What is your FFnNet/AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

I’m not sure I ever got an icon on those accounts. I just never got aroundto it. 

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

I honestly love all commenters. I have a few regulars who became buds of mine that I love. Also anyone that ends up making something in reaction to my writing is special to me. 

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

Not really. I’m a horrible person. I also have a mind that retains little details, so I am the sort that reads something once and can remember it clearly later. 

I DO have a few genre/ tropes I like to revisit reading wise. One is Lavellen/Cullen from Dragon Age. Another one I binge hit recently is anything about Finn from Star Wars needing and receiving hugs and people (mainly Poe) supporting him. And Princess Leia shows up to remind people to take care of themselves and Storm Pilot snuggles ever after.  

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

Uh...I’m honestly not sure. I squirrel away bookmarks and forget about them later. I have a couple in progress stories I subscribe to. 

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

I really don’t do AUs - unless you count the gag bit I wrote where Spy and FemSpy are the parents of Carmen Sandiego.  I tend to feel people are the products of their settings and removing them from that takes a lot of their traits away. Though that’s my opinion and I’m never going to tell anyone they can’t or shouldn’t go write and enjoy their own thing. 

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

Welp on AO3: Bookmarks:74  Subscriptions:77

Here on Tumbles: 268

on FFnet - I can not make heads or tales of that one. Though I seem to have a couple of folks in South Africa reading - which is cool. 

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

.....*Maniacal laughter*  I deal with chronic depression and anxiety. So I have a very large list of things I WANT to do but don’t. A lot of it is due to the fear of judging - and a lot of “no one wants this - what is the point?”  

I had an original concept involving airship pirates - colonialism - and the main lead was a trans pan sexual in a setting that didn’t have words or play book for hat sort of thing. The story wasn’t ABOUT the fact the lead was the way they were, it was just aside thing. But I scrapped it cause I figured no one wanted it - it was stranger and I didn’t want people coming out of the woodwork telling me I didn’t have a right to do that or that I wrote the lead wrong.  

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

I have long ago accepted my inability to porn well.  I’d love to be better with my updates. But as mentioned earlier I deal with depression - so my brain meats aren’t the most efficient at cranking out things in a timely manner.  Also replyingto comments/ social media shit. I am awful at. 

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

I guess Rarepairs...I suppose. 

12. How many stories have you posted on FFNet/AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

Three/four - one large chapter monster and lots of little drabbles that sort of grew around it. 

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

*cough* Lots

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

...Depends on how long the story idea bugs me, how complicated the idea is and if I intend to do anything with it.  

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

Not exactly. A bud of mine and me in high school triedto do that but gave up. Now a days I just co author smutty bits with someone else cause I am no good at those on my own.

16. How did you discover FFNet/AO3?

I knew about FF.net before the great PornPurge. I am not even sure HOW I found them. Probably just wandering the net as a young impressionable nerd. I also used to deal with webrings if you want to guess how old I am. 

AO3 I...think I heard about on tumblr, or I had a friend or two metion them tome when I started writing fic again seriously. 

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on FFNet/AO3?

No. I always end up baffled to find out people have read or remember anything I’d worked on. 

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

Not really? What?

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

Not to my knowledge - I think there was a quote about art that I picked up via Ted Naifeh about how you have to get through 1000 bad drawings to get to the good ones. That tends to stick in my mind about  writing or anything I’m trying my hand at. 

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

I don’t have much for writing - but creating things in general. When I started doing art in high school the forums I hung out on always had the reminder, “There will always be someone better than you. But you will always be better than someone else.” Write as things come to mind. You don’t have to write in sequential order - you can edit that later. Don’t worry if things come out rough and ugly in your first drafts, things can get polished later. Write what you want, not what you think others will want. Also to paraphrase Dr Suess - if you draw a monster with three heads, be sure to give it three toothbrushes. Keep details in mind when building a world/ scenario.

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

I have a rough skeleton or shape I start with - when I start writing it all out things start getting filled in - or changed from the original plan cause something better came up. 

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

Occasionally I would get folks complaining about “the slow bits” where it’s just banter - or folks getting snotty about the lack of sex scenes, but generally nothing “bad” just antsy. 

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

SMUT - I’m a poor little ace robot. My brain doesn’t quite know what to do with smut scenes. Where do hands go? What do they do? People do what? Don’t they know what comes out of those places? EVERYONE NEEDS TO WASH THEIR HANDS.  I don’t cut the scenes since I know it’s a thing people do- and it feels disingenuous to have violence in a story and then get all fiddly when sex shows up. So I have cucu help me out - and have lots of feedback from other folks as we muddle along. 

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

Still working on Smoke as I can and trying to flesh out an original concept, which is sort of a post apocalyptic noir,

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

YEP 

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

Not DAILY - but I do try to make myself add 500 words to what I’m working on when I do sit down to write. 

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

Thankfully 

28. What is your favorite story(s) that you’ve written?

I dunno - I mean I don’t have much going on right now that’s eaten my time and attention as much as Smoke Gets in Your Eyes has. 

29. What is your least favorite story(s) that you’ve written?

Nothing that I’ve left out in public. I cleared out my old writing archives ages ago and I tend not to let myself look back. 

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

I don’t actually know. I rarely consider myself a writer. I am an artist - I went to school for art and drawing. I just sort of accidentally picked writing back up. 

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

Planning - Conceptualizing. The early stages when everything is still nebulous and nothing is forced into words. 

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

Putting things into words. Also the whole “creating things to toss into the void” sensation.

33. Why do you write?

Because my brain sort of will keep daisy chaining ideas and building stories with or without my permission. So focusing on them - writing them and getting them out on paper for others to look at seems the only real solution.  Also cause my friends got sick of my being like “so hypothetically - if blah and blah happened - you think such and such would shake out of that?” 

I taaaag @fat-mabari @vkiera @prinxvariety

Cheers!

[serpent-jugheadjones]

The Partner Revealed - Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Description: Jughead and Y/N’s relationship gets more intense but will it continue?

Warnings: Bullying

Word count: 3396

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, my computer died on me. But it is a bigger part to make up for it! 

Jughead’s point of view

Jughead gets up refreshed that morning. He couldn’t sleep many hours, but the ones he managed to were serene, the very word Y/N used to describe Sweet Water River the previous night. He has so much to write after what he considers to be his best moment in ages! He lets his fingers work fast and his mind even faster, for he would have to move from one Twilight Zone to another – the drive-in to school – pretty soon.

He walks through the halls of Riverdale High just thinking about the latest lines of his novel, imagining several possible ways in which those pages could unfold. He’s wondering what role Y/N will play in that story, looking for her face on everyone else’s. Jughead is bitterly disappointed in himself because he never remembered to ask for her phone number. His mind is brought back to the present as he spots Archie standing by Jason’s locker, now a memorial site. He really wants to work things out, so he tries to start a conversation with some of his usual sardonic humor, making a joke about Jason. However, it has a bad impact on his friend, and the awkward atmosphere between them continues.

Jughead walks into his Biology classroom with Principal Weatherbee and Sheriff Keller’s announcement still fresh in his mind. “Most of you already know the details, but your classmate Jason Blossom’s body was found late Saturday night. So as of the weekend, Jason’s death is now being treated as a homicide. It is an open and ongoing investigation.” He wants answers just as much as they do and will stop but nothing to find them. He sits in the front, overhearing Cheryl’s conversation with her minions, confirming that Jason had fallen into the water. She says like it’s the most obvious thing, but Jughead doesn’t buy it and takes note to share with Y/N later if or when he sees her. Just as he finishes writing his sentence, the teacher walks in. “Seats, everyone. Pair off, gloves on, scalpels up.” He says hurriedly, putting something on the blackboard. Walking right behind him is none other than Y/N Y/L/N. Jughead shouts he wants to be paired with Y/N before his brain even processes the thought, before anyone even has a chance to pick their partners. Archie says he wants to pair up with Cheryl, Veronica practically throws herself at Betty, leaving Kevin to work alongside with Moose, the pair who found Jason’s body.

The Y/H/C girl seats on the stool next to his, drops her heavy bag on the desk, opens the zipper and takes her notebook out. “Didn’t think we had any classes together.”, says a kinda nervous, kinda thrilled novelist who can’t help noticing she smells like white chocolate and ginger. “Just Biology, I guess. Didn’t make the grade for honors.”, she explains. “Here I thought pairing up with you would be a guaranteed pass.”, he says playfully. “Sorry Jones, that guy with the gradebook doesn’t like me.” He looks at her questionably. “I refuse to make dissections. Telling him we are in the 21st century and that kind of teaching is old fashioned didn’t seat so well with him.”, she says rolling her eyes and taking off her jacket, revealing a biology joke on her shirt, a cell taking a selfie written cell-fie under it. “So I’m gonna have to do all the work?” He points at the frog sitting in front of them. She laughs. “I’ll do the theory, you do the practice.” Jughead starts dissecting their frog and she looks away, earning a reproving look from their teacher. 

As Y/N makes notes on frog anatomy in Jughead’s book, he observes her. She’s so focused on what she’s doing that lines form on her forehead, and he thinks they make her look adorable. "We should go to the Pep Rally together.”, he blurts out. She looks up from the book and towards him, puzzled. “Everyone will be there. It’s the best time for us to narrow down our list of suspects.”, he quickly tries to fix what could’ve sounded like he was in any way interested in school events that involve jocks and cheerleaders running around. “Maybe that sounded like I wanted to take her out and now she thinks it’s just for my novel. Well done, Jughead.”  He scratches his neck nervously at what she’ll say. “I’ll meet you under the bleachers.” She writes something down on a scrap paper she hands to a now happier Jughead. “I got her number.”

He notices how hard it is for her to keep a gag in as they do the assignment, so he discreetely gives her the note containing Cheryl’s conversation, in hopes it will make her mind shift from dead open frogs to dead shot people. “Does anything weird come to your mind whenever you think of that holiday? Besides Cheryl lying.”, she asks in a low voice, looking around to make sure no one is eavesdropping. “Well, Archie and I were supposed to go on a road trip during the July 4th weekend. But he bailed last minute. I tried talking to him about it before class, but he was... evasive.”, he says reluctantly, with some visible bitterness, looking at his friend behind him, afraid to see a suspect instead of a life-long pal, but then again, he wasn’t so sure they were still friends after that. “He was also very defensive this morning when I made a joke about skipping PE because I’m grieving Jason.” He knew she wouldn’t reprehend him for it, unlike Archie. Even not  knowing her long enough, he could tell they had similar ways to see and react to things. She even giggles at the thought of Jughead telling Archie a morbid joke. “Archie seems too nice to do it, but we can’t be sure. Maybe talk to him? Since you two have a history. I’ll stick with Evil Queen Cheryl.” He laughs a little too loud, but he’s literally saved by the bell ringing and everyone leaving the classroom as fast as they can.

Jughead was once again wandering through the school halls, messenger bag across his chest carrying his laptop and the school book Y/N made notes on, headphones blasting his favorite song, blocking the world. He passes by the music room and sees something so weird that breaks him away form his daydream. His best friend – at least that’s what he would call him until last summer – and the music teacher so close they could only be kissing. His mind going 100 miles per hour, he goes straight to Andrews’ house to wait for Archie and follow Y/N’s advice to talk to him. Now more than ever he needs to understand what’s going on; Besides, regardless of the distance that formed between them, he cares about him – a lot. When he finally shows up, Jughead doesn’t like the answers he gets. He tries his best to knock some sense into that bonehead, but has to leave declaring defeat. He’d usually head to Pop’s to write and eat his body weight on fries but he is terribly wiped and has so much in his mind he knows he won’t be able to make a single coherent sentence. He doesn’t even remember about Y/N until she shows up holding his hand, slightly touching her lips on his cheek – in his dreams.

Y/N’s point of view

Keeping her focus on studying becomes a lot easier after Biology. She doesn’t have any other classes with Jughead, and there aren’t too many honor students anyways. School hours fly by and her homework pile gets bigger, but all she wants to work on is the case. She looks for Jughead after her last class, unsuccessfully. She heads to Pop’s, the only place left she believes he can be found. To no luck. But she does see Veronica and her mom, the new comers from New York, just after Jason supposedly drowned. They aren’t the strongest of suspects but Mr. Lodge being in jail makes it wise sticking around to see what she can find out. 

She doesn’t hear anything worth mentioning, besides the Archie/Veronica drama. Hermione pretty much just does her job, taking orders and delivering them. After it gets boring, mainly because Jughead was a no-show, Y/N leaves.

Y/N finds out she’s home alone for a few days. Her parents always leave town without notice, certain that she can take care of herself. The only hint is her dad’s car keys gone. “I just thought that with a murderer on the loose they’d at least let me know.” That said, she opens the fridge and finds dinner ready to heat up with a note on it: “Back in a couple of days, love mom and dad.” A beautiful smile forms in her face. “There’s my note.” She goes up to her room to finish the homework she started at Pop’s while she was waiting for Jughead. It’s an essay for her Spanish classes on the book “Pablo Escobar: My Father”. After each sentence, she glances at her phone, occasionally pressing the power button to check if Jug texted her, but her eyes only meet her screen background. 

She hasn’t seen Jughead all morning. He wasn’t at Pop’s when she passed by before class, he wasn’t in the halls or in any classrooms when she got to school, and they didn’t have Biology that day. Y/N thinks she’s getting paranoid. “I mean, we only spoke twice so far! That doesn’t make us friends. He doesn’t owe me anything.” While she’s lost in those thoughts, walking into the student lounge, a lively conversation is taking place there. Archie, Veronica, Betty, Kevin, and many other northsiders are just listening. Reggie is talking about Sheriff Keller giving him a hard time over Jason’s death, but when he sees that bright girl coming in, it’s inevitable not to provoke her, not to let his urge to defeat her turn him into an unpleasant caveman. “Maybe Y/N did it?” Everyone laughs. “Bare with me.” He ajusts himself on his seat to face her. “She did tutor him. Maybe she fell for him and he didn’t crush her back. Obviously, who would?” He looks at her with disgust, making her sigh in anger. “Maybe she snapped and shot him.” Some of the guys on the football team were actually falling for his theory. Y/N needs only a few seconds to think of an appropriate answer. “You have a theory strongly based on maybes, don’t you? If you had focused on certainties, maybe you could have reached to a plausible conclusion – that Jason’s death is much more than a love crime. But how would you, if your neurons are already wasted on football moves?” She looks away from an enraged Reggie and sees Jughead standing by the vending machine, confused. She stares at him, hoping to get some backup, but she’s only met with more doubts in his eyes.

Reggie’s teammates tease him about her comment, forcing him to try to defeat her. He has another stupid idea. “If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right?” He trows his football over to Moose, who was laughing the most. “Now let’s be honest. Isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic Internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak, like... Jughead?” He turns to him and everyone laughs again. “Why is picking on us so funny for them? Just because we don’t fit in their distorted standards.” But he does’t stop there. “What was it like, Suicide Squad?”, he asks and Jughead just shrugs. “When you shot Jason, you didn’t do stuff to the body, did you? Like… After?” The whole football team is backing him up. “It’s called necrophilia, Reggie, can you spell it?” Juggie wittly answers. She chuckles at his reply before Reggie skillfully jumps over the couch towards him. Fortunately, Archie stops him. ”What do you care, Andrews?” Reggie asks demandingly. “Nothing, just leave him alone.” Arch is trying to minimize the damage for both him and Jug, but he can’t find the words. “Holy crap. Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy, blood brother thing?” Hearing that, the red-haired boy loses his temper and jumps at the caveman. Everything turns to chaos, ending with Reggie punching Archie in his eye.

Jughead’s point of view

Y/N takes Jughead out of the student lounge before Reggie does anything else. He tries to escape as soon as they get to the hallway, but she grabs his wrist, making him stop and turn to her. “My parents aren’t home, we can hang in there till the Pep Rally.”, she says in a way he can’t deny. “Don’t you have any more classes today?”, he asks, implying he didn’t want her help. “I’ll skip.” He’s taken aback by her determination to help him. He doesn’t think she has ever skipped class before.

The walk to her house is dead silent, unlike the previous one. Neither dares to break the silence. Jughead, a prolific writer, is oddly unable to find the words. When they arrive, she hands him a soda can and opens one for herself, pointing him towards the tall stools around the kitchen island. “You tutored Jason?”, he finally asks. It isn’t the bullying that hurts. He sits down and takes a sip from his soda. “Yeah, last year.”, she says softly, not meeting his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He knows he can’t demand anything from her, but he’s hurt by finding out from someone else – Reggie of all people. “Didn’t think it was relevant.” He knows she’s right. “Would’ve been nice to have a heads up.” He runs his hand on the strains of hair sticking out of his beanie. “We weren’t exactly friendly to each other. I just helped him with his Chemistry assignments a few times. Like I said, irrelevant.” They both sip their sodas. They both think that Jason’s chemical problems might matter after all, but they don’t know how to explain it, so they move on. “I’m sorry, I’m just pissed at Reggie.” He looks down at the dark, cold marble table hoping he hasn’t ruined the start of something good. “I know.” She reaches for his hand and they maintain eye contact for a while. When they stop touching, all he needs is feeling her soft touch again, but he just freezes.

After finishing their drinks, they silently agree to leave everything about that small-brained Reggie behind. Jughead’s attention was instantly directed to the living-room shelves the second he got in, so now he has to ask about those shiny DVD covers, his eyes shining even more. “Is this the complete Tarantino filmography?”, he points at them. “Me and my dad are obsessed.”, she tells him with an excited smile. “What do your parents do?”, he asks, trying to understand why they have such a collection. He picks up some of the DVDs to take a closer look. “My mom is a writer. Nothing big published yet, just some magazine articles.”. He finds that even more interesting than Quentin’s “From Dusk Till Dawn” in his hands. “Dad’s a retired surgeon.”, she continues, as his focus is back on the shelves, now checking the book bindings. “Retired?”, he asks, wondering about his age. “He’s not old. He had an accident and his hand got crushed. He can’t operate anymore. So now he just consults for other doctors.”, she explains. Worried that she may ask about his parents, Juggie quickly finds something else to talk about. “Can I borrow this?”, he shows her the book cover. “Metamorphosis? You’ve never read it?”, she asks amazed. “About time, huh?”, he’s embarassed and they both laugh. “Please take it. Kafka is a must. It’s a crime you haven’t read it.” Damn, he loves the way she deals with words, saying things with multiple meanings. He feels stupid for hiding from her all day over a dream he was afraid could come true. Only now he realizes he actually wants it to happen.

He feels good, like he hasn’t for a long time. It’s great to be relaxed, not having to watch his back or keep second-guessing someone’s sentences. He can just get to know that fascinating girl. In this spirit, Jason’s murder doesn’t even come up for the rest of the afternoon, as if it didn’t happen at all. However, those few hours eventually remind him that he had a life, a dysfunctional but satisfactory one, before the case. As nice as being with Y/N is, he misses his friend, more than he cared to admit, to himself and to Archie.

They are standing next to the bleachers. The field in front of them is full of Vixens and Dogs. Everything is decorated in blue and gold, the school’s colors. Jughead can hear Y/N’s voice but he can’t make out the words, not because the crowd is making an incredibly loud noise or he’s ignoring her, but due to the fact that his attention is solely on Archie, speaking to Miss Grundy. His friend finally approaches. “See you at Pop’s later?”, she asks, making sure to give them room to talk. Jug just nods, anxious to know what he has to say:  Weatherbee will know he heard a gunshot on July 4th. Juggie is immensely relieved and proud, glad to realize they’re heading the right way, back to their unique friendship.

Y/N Point of view

She watches everyone from afar, used to doing that since she learned being invisible comes with advantages. But no one is acting guilty or uneasy. “Is it just me or cheerleading is revolting?”, she asks out loud, knowing nobody will listen to her. She’s ready to leave for Pop’s, rolling her eyes at the girls with their high pony tails swaying their hips happily to the song as if a kid, the brother of their leader, hadn’t died. Something changes her mind, though. Cheryl running away from the stage, crying her heavy make up out. Y/N follows the red-haired girl as fast as she can, barely keeping up. She stops at the dressing room door and almost walks in. Cheryl is drowned in tears and Veronica’s voice is trying to comfort her. “He was supposed to come back.”, Cheryl sobs. Y/N hears footsteps coming to their direction and quickly gets out, for she’s already a social pariah without being caught sneaking up on Riverdale’s elite. But not forgetting to make a mental note to tell Jughead later.

Arriving at the diner, she looks around but doesn’t spot Juggie anywhere. She asks at the counter if they’ve seen him, but no one has. She places her order and proceeds to his usual booth to wait. Every time the shopkeepers bell rings, she looks up at the door, excited to tell him what she heard. A few hours later, when she is finishing her third milkshake, the bell finally signals Jughead entering. Y/N can’t help a grin, but he looks to the other side of the diner. Archie walks in right after him. They both stand at the door for a second before making their way to the table Betty and Veronica are sharing. Her grin slowly fades, giving way to an exasperated expression. Jughead doesn’t even notice she’s there until she gets up to leave. She sees him moving as if he will get up and walk after her, but she’s so fast at disappearing it’s impossible to check whether he really does it. “He got his friends back, he doesn’t need me anymore.” That’s the only thing in her mind.