#but he did wipe his memories multiple times before (at least I think it was implied to be the case in the tapes)

[theitalianscribe]

Has anyone heard "Cut You A Piece" from 35MM A Musical Exhibition? Because I have, and I have thoughts. Welcome to Dreamworld thoughts.

Like, I really want to write a version of the lyrics with Wiatt and Lewis in place of Jules and Jessie.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Midnight | Chapter 17 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - Luke arrives in Crested Butte and meets some locals. Spencer has his own problems to deal with.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - drinking, brief mentions of sex, swearing, bribery, false allegations, sexual abuse. WC - 5.8k

Chapter 17 - Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

You didn’t remember much about returning to the cabin last night as upon arriving back in Butte you and Spencer had indulged in one two many drinks at The Eldo before finally stumbling home well after midnight. 

Judging by the fact your body was sore and you were naked, you’d probably had sex more than once and your head was throbbing when you opened your eyes, but you felt at peace. 

Spencer stirred next to you, pulling you closer to his body and kissing your messy hair. 

“I swore I’d never drink that much again.” He grumbled. 

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a freight train.” You agreed. 

“I think that was more my fault than the alcohol. I’m fairly certain we had sex at least five times. And from memory it got pretty rough.” He pulled you even closer. 

“Worth it.” You smiled sleepily, resting your head on his chest. “I feel like shit, but I also feel on top of the fucking world.”

“Hmm, me too.” He agreed, nuzzling his face against your head. 

“Don’t get excited, I don’t think my body can handle anymore sex right now.” 

“Trust me when I say I don’t even think I have the energy to get it up.” He chuckled. 

“That is music to my ears right now.” You giggled. 

“Give it time, I’m sure there’s only so long I can lay next to a beautiful, naked woman before it happens of its own accord.” 

“Fair enough.” You giggled again. “I can handle that. But I never want to drink again in my life.” 

“Agreed.” Spencer exhaled before adding. “You know, until next time.” 

You snuggled into him, wrapping your arm around his waist and slinging one leg over his. In that moment you felt invincible. 

***

McGill’s Diner on Elk Avenue had a traffic camera positioned between the ground and first floor windows, capturing every car that passed by. It was the same camera that had witnessed the little blue Nissan purchased by Andrew Burnett in Franklin County, Virginia, drive up and down the street multiple times over the last week. 

With no better place to start, Luke parked up at the curb and headed inside. He was under strict instructions from Prentiss that he was to not treat this like a federal investigation, they had no idea what they were dealing with and they didn’t want to alert the townsfolk to FBI presence. He was simply a concerned friend. 

To stave off temptation, he left his creds in the hire vehicle he’d driven the forty minutes from Gunnison-Crested Butte Regional Airport. He did however keep his firearm visible in his holster on his hip. 

A little bell chimed above the door as he entered the diner. It was late enough that the breakfast rush was over and early enough for the lunchtime crowd not to have surfaced yet so it was reasonably quiet. There was an older couple in a booth over the back and a younger man and woman sitting at the counter. 

Luke made his way over to where a guy around your age was fixing a pot of coffee behind the counter. He looked up when he heard Luke approached and offered him a friendly smile. He wore a green flannel shirt over a black tee which had some kind of stain down it. 

“Hi there,” he put down the coffee pot and gave Luke his full attention. “Can I get you a table?” 

“No, thanks. I’m actually looking for some people. My friends, I think they might be here.” Luke dove straight in. 

“Sure, I might be able to help. Most people come through here even if they're just in town for a day or two. Our coffee is pretty good.” 

“Is this your place?” 

“No, my dads.” The man wiped his hand on his jeans before extending it towards Luke. “Jesse McGill.”

“Luke Alvez.” Luke shook his hand. “So like I said, I’m looking for my friends. Rose and Andrew Burnett. I can show you pictures if you like?” 

“No, that’s ok.” Jesse rolled his lip between his teeth. “I know them. Well, I know her better than him, never really spoken to him but I’ve seen him around.” 

“They still in town?” Luke asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh, I guess so. Haven’t seen them for a few days so I can’t be sure. People come and go, you know? This place is a bit of a tourist trap.” Jesse shrugged.

“A ski resort isn’t much of a tourist trap in spring time.” Luke narrowed his eyes on Jesse, feeling as though the man was hiding something from him. “You know where they’re staying?”

Jesse straightened his back, running a hand through his thick beard while he contemplated how to answer that. Luke could tell he knew exactly where they were staying but for whatever reason, didn’t want to share the information. He knew all it would take to get it out of him would be to flash his FBI badge, but of course Prentiss had ordered him not to.

Jesse was mulling over what you’d told him the other night about Rose not being your real name and not really being married and now a stranger had shown up looking for you, that couldn’t be good.  

Something happened and we had to leave our jobs, our homes, that’s what you’d said to him. Were you running from someone, someone like this man in front of him? He didn’t want to risk your safety or betray your trust. He didn’t get a good vibe from this Luke Alvez character.

“No, sorry I don’t.” He shrugged again. “Like I say, haven’t seen them in a few days, they may have already left town.”

Luke wasn’t buying any of this. Jesse knew exactly where you and Spencer were but he wasn’t going to tell Luke. Why, Luke didn’t know, but without his FBI creds to back him up he knew he wasn’t going to get much further. Maybe he’d reassess, call Prentiss and tell her that no one was talking to him and he needed some authority on his side. 

“Well, you also said most people come through here right? So I’ll take that table now and a cup of that coffee and I’ll wait.” Luke smiled smugly at him and subtly put his hands on his hips to draw attention to his firearm. 

Jesse glanced down at it and the fear he’d felt for your safety only doubled. What the hell kind of trouble were you in and how could he alert you to it without arousing suspicion? For now he nodded, motioning Luke towards a table and following him over with the pot of coffee. He left him alone after that but kept a watchful eye over the stranger in his diner.

Luke pulled out his phone and texted Prentiss to let her know that he’d arrived in the Butte but hadn’t had much luck yet. He sipped the coffee, which he couldn’t deny was pretty incredible and stared at the door as if it would magically open and you would stroll in. 

He was only sitting there for about a minute before a young girl with bright red hair who had been sitting at the counter slid into the booth opposite him. She had a curious look in her large green eyes as she leant on the table with her elbows.

“I know Andrew Burnett pretty well.” She cut to the chase.

“Really?” Luke cocked his eyebrow at her. 

“We hooked up a few times.” She shrugged, her words causing Luke to pull a face.

“You and S…Andrew?” 

“Yep.” 

“How old are you?” Luke’s brow furrowed heavily, thinking there was no way Spencer would sleep with this girl. 

“Twenty seven.” She sat straight and puffed out her chest but Luke’s disbelieving look caused her to huff. “Fine, I’m twenty two.” 

“Yeah, uh, no offence but I’m fairly certain he wouldn’t sleep with a twenty two year old.” Luke clucked. 

“Well, he did. More than once.” She smirked smugly. “I promised I wouldn’t say anything because of his little wifey, but he couldn’t keep his hands off of me.” 

“Wifey as in Rose?” 

“Uh huh, between you and me she seems kinda like a stick in the mud.” 

“That stick in the mud is my friend.” Luke scowled at her. 

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s no better. She might be boring but he has some anger issues.” She picked at one of her nails.

“Anger issues?” Luke frowned, it wasn’t the first time someone had inferred that about Spencer recently.

“Yep. I think he controls Rose, she always seems a little timid round him. And then there was the time he practically threw me against a wall.” 

“He…are you sure?” Luke was frowning so hard he felt a headache pinching at his temples. 

“Yeah that’s not the kind of thing you forget. He couldn’t keep it up, tried to blame me for it. So I told him he probably couldn’t keep it up because he was old…no offence.” 

“None taken.” Luke pulled a face.

“Anyway so he just freaks, gets me up against the wall and yells in my face and I swear he’s going to hurt me.” She finished with a shake of her head.

“Did he?” 

“No, but I think he wanted to.” 

Luke pulled out his phone and got up a photograph of Spencer which he turned to show the girl. 

“Is this the man you’re talking about?” 

“Yep, that’s him.” She nodded. “You say you know him, you must know what he’s like.” 

“Yeah, see that’s the thing, I don’t know him to be an angry or violent man. So what I’m wondering is maybe you had a little crush on him and he rebuffed you and so you’re making up stories to tarnish him and make yourself feel better.” Luke picked up the coffee mug and lifted it to his lips.

“I’m not five.” She spat. “I know what happened. I was just trying to help but if you don’t need-”

“Ok, Mary, that’s enough now.” She was cut off by a hand on her shoulder and she looked up to see Jesse standing over her. “You can leave now.”

She rolled her eyes and huffed, sliding out of the booth and sulking away. Jesse soon took her place, sitting down opposite Luke and exhaling through his nose.

“Look, I don’t make a habit of agreeing with her, but I think she might be telling you the truth.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek. “Rose told me something bad happened to them and that she had get away and when you strolled in here looking for them, I thought maybe you were the something bad, you know?” 

Luke nodded slowly, sitting forward in his seat. 

“But you don’t think so now?” Luke narrowed his eyes on Jesse. 

“No.” Jesse shook his head. “You’re a cop right? Shoulda noticed that before, you scream law enforcement.”

“FBI.” Luke whispered so no one else would hear. “I’m not here on official capacity though, I worked with Y/N and Spencer, they’re my friends and I really am just trying to find them.” 

“Y/N and Spencer?” Jesse frowned. “She told me Rose wasn’t her real name but she wouldn’t tell me what it was. They’re FBI?” 

“They were, until a while ago when they just skipped down.” Luke ran his fingers through his hair, knowing he shouldn’t be telling Jesse any of this. “You said you thought that kid was telling the truth? Why?” 

Jesse exhaled again, looking sceptically at Luke as though he still wasn’t sure he trusted him. He ran his fingers through his beard and pulled a face that Luke couldn’t place.

“When I first met Rose…Y/N, she told me her “husband” was a drunken bully. I got the impression she was scared of him. I asked her if he hurt her and she said no but she did say that he had a temper. He’s a skinny dude but there’s something about him that makes me think he wouldn’t hesitate in kicking someone’s ass. He doesn’t strike me as stable, if that makes sense.” Jesse looked uncomfortable sharing this information, like he was betraying you in doing so.

“It makes absolutely zero sense, but if you knew Spencer Reid, it wouldn't make sense to you either.” Luke shook his head.

“I’m scared for her.” Jesse admitted, leaning on the table and lowering his voice to barely a whisper. “They’re staying on Gothic Avenue, big cabin right at the end. Come out of here and go straight up 4th, take the second right onto Gothic. Keep going for about a half mile and it's the big one on the corner right before the large rec.” 

“You did the right thing.” Luke smiled at him, reaching into his pocket and subtly sliding his card across the table which Jesse quickly took. “If you see either of them, please call me.”

“Sure.” Jesse nodded, soon sliding out of his chair and walking away.

Luke downed the rest of the coffee and got to his feet, making quick work of getting outside and back into his hired car and following Jesse’s instructions, drove towards the Gothic Avenue cabin. 

But he wasn’t the only one on that particular mission and he didn’t notice the redhead following him outside and heading the same way on foot. 

***

It was just before lunch time, after some extremely lazy sex that you finally dragged yourself out of bed, your hunger getting the better of you. But you soon came to find the cupboards were empty. 

Spencer bribed you with sexual favours you probably would have gotten anyway, to go down to Scout’s as he physically couldn’t prise himself away from the bed. Reluctantly you’d agreed, taking a quick shower to wash the stench of sex off of you before dressing and heading outside. 

You got about a third of the way down Gothic Avenue when you suddenly felt as though you were being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck stood to attention and you felt something was wrong in your gut. You picked up your pace, partially wishing you’d had the forethought to bring the Colt with you. 

Just before you made it to 4th Street a hand clamped down on your shoulder. You were trained for this. You knew exactly what to do. 

Without even so much as taking a breath, you spun quickly on your heels and sent your fist flying into the face of your potential attacker. They stumbled backwards with a loud groan of pain, hands flying to where you’d just punched them in the nose.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N!” He yelped, glaring at you as he held his nose. 

You stared at the man you’d hit wide eyed as the air felt like it escaped your lungs. 

“L-Luke?” You stuttered, wobbling on your feet. “What the fuck are you doing here?” 

“Nice to see you too.” He grumbled. “I should have known better than to sneak up on you.” 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You repeated. 

“Where’s Spencer?” He let go of his nose and dropped his hands to his sides.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You didn’t miss a beat.

“Sorry, I meant Andrew. Andrew Burnett, your husband.” He nodded his head towards the wedding band. 

“Goddamnit.” You growled, pinching the bridge of your nose. “How did you find us?” 

“We’re profilers, Y/N. Come on.” He rolled his eyes. “Garcia found Reid’s car. We tracked you to a used car lot and the car you bought with Spencer’s fake licence. We put out an APB on the Nissan and found it had been picked up on cameras in this town several times.” 

“Are the rest of the team here?” You folded your arms across your chest.

“No, just me. We’re shorthanded, remember?” 

“Good. You need to leave, you have no idea what you’ve walked into.” 

“Y/N,” he softened, stepping towards you. “Has Spencer done something? Has he threatened you?” 

“What? Why would you think that?” You scoffed.

“I spoke to some people in town and they seem to think he’s this violent, angry man.” 

“Who told you that?” You frowned at him. 

“That doesn’t matter. You need to tell me what’s going on. You understand that this looks bad, right?” Luke pleaded with you. 

“We just wanted to get away. Spencer’s been struggling since prison and I was feeling stifled at the BAU. So we decided it might be a good idea to just get away from it all for a while.” You tried to insist but you knew Luke wasn’t buying it.

“I might believe that if it wasn’t for the burner phones and fake IDs and burnt out cars.” He spat. “You were an FBI agent for a long time, you know what that looks like, don’t you?” 

It looks like two criminals on the run. It looks exactly like what it is.

“What are you implying, Luke?” You frowned heavily at him.

“If Spencer has done something, to you or to anyone else, you can tell me, Y/N. You can tell me anything.” He looked deep into your eyes and you felt for a brief moment that bond between the two of you. 

You could tell him anything, you knew that much. Luke Alvez had done nothing but stick by your side through everything and you knew this would be no different. 

You reached up and fiddled with the rose gold heart pendant around your neck. Did you love Spencer enough to protect him from this? Or was this finally your way out? 

***

Spencer threw the pillow over his head and groaned deeply as a heavy knock sounded on the front door. The alcohol from last night that still seemed to be drowning his brain cells meant it felt like whoever was knocking was doing so directly against his skull. 

His plan had been not to leave this bed all day. His drive to and from South Dakota plus an exuberant amount of sex had drained his energy and the scotch he’d consumed left him feeling dizzy. 

The knock came again, followed in quick succession by the doorbell. Whoever it was clearly didn’t plan to go away easily. He groaned, his head spinning as he forced himself out of the comfort of the plush bed. His eyes were blurry and made trying to find any semblance of clothes almost impossible. 

As a third knock sounded he managed to locate his boxers and stumbled trying to put them on. His legs wobbled frantically as he slowly crept from the bedroom and down the stairs. 

His stomach lurched as he walked and he briefly thought he might throw up but thankfully it passed. He continued through the living room towards the door as the doorbell rang once more.

“Jeez. Alright I’m coming.” He belched rather unceremoniously. “Jesus I’m still drunk.” 

He threw open the door, keeping hold of it to help steady himself. He blinked a few times against the bright red assault of colour on his retinas before focusing on her face. He groaned, suddenly wishing he’d made an effort to put more clothes on and that he wasn’t standing here in just his boxers with her on his front porch.

“Fucking hell, what do you want?” He leant against the door jamb, not trusting his wobbly legs to stand unaided. 

“Well that’s just rude.” Mary smirked at him and there was something menacing to it. “I just want to talk.” 

“We have nothing to talk about.” He stood back up, moving to close the door in her face only in his state she was faster and she shoved her hands against the wood to stop it from closing. 

“Oh I think we have a lot to talk about.” Her smirk grew. “Why don’t you invite me in, Spencer Reid?”

***

“You can tell me anything.” Luke repeated when you were silent for some time. 

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Oh please, Spencer couldn’t hurt a fly and you know it.” You shook your head. 

“So he didn’t give you those bruises on your neck?” Luke looked quietly smug. 

You unfolded your arms and one of your hands went to your throat. You’d gotten used to them being there if truth be told and didn’t think much of them most of the time. 

“It’s not what it looks like.” You brushed your fingers over the bruises.

“Oh really? Because to me it looks like he tried to strangle you.” Luke hissed.

“Fucking christ, Alvez,” you spat back, grinding your teeth furiously. “You really want me to stand here and tell you I like it when he puts his hand around my throat when he fucks me?” 

You swore you saw the exact moment Luke’s heart shattered in his chest. His eyes softened and he stumbled backwards, his mouth falling open as a pain washed across his face. You instantly regretted your harsh choice of words but it was too late. 

“You’re…you’re sleeping with him?” He couldn’t hide the upset from his voice despite how hard he tried. 

“Yeah.” You nodded. “We’re, uh, together I guess.” 

“You are aware he’s sleeping with some young redhead, right?” Spencer spat. 

“What? How do you know about Mary?” You glared at him. 

“I met her! She told me that Spencer got aggressive with her when he couldn’t get it up. I didn’t believe her at first but then that McGill guy said you’d told him that your “husband” was a bully.” Luke sounded exasperated. 

“You talked to Jesse?” You spat. “Luke, you had no right! You had no right to follow us here in the first place. We’re happy here, just let it go.” 

“Happy? Happy?” He scoffed, stepping towards you. “You’ve got a fucking trail of bruises around your neck and I’m starting to think they aren’t the only ones.” 

Before you could reply, Luke was grabbing one of your hands and pushing the sleeve of the pink wool sweater up your arm revealing more finger shaped bruises circling your wrist. 

“Goddamnit, conejito, really? You’re happy? You’re happy being abused?” He dropped your arm and stepped back, sadly shaking his head. 

“It’s not abuse, jeez. We like rough sex Luke, so what?” 

“Oh my god, please stop talking about you and Reid’s sex life.” 

“Are you jealous?” You scowled at him. “Are you jealous because he’s got all you ever wanted?” 

He frowned at you, looking at you like he didn’t recognise you anymore, like he was standing in front of a stranger. He took a step back, shaking his head in disappointment. 

“Maybe once this is what I wanted, yeah. But you aren’t the same person anymore, are you? You’re not my conejito.” He rolled his lip between his teeth. 

“I was never your conejito, Luke.” You spat. “You need to leave, you shouldn’t be here.” 

“I’m not going anywhere until you explain to me what’s going on. What has Spencer done? What are you scared of, Y/N?” Luke begged.

“Spencer has done nothing but love me! We wanted a fresh start, away from the BAU and all the bullshit. I don’t need you anymore Luke, I don’t need you protecting me. Let me go, for the love of god just let me go!” You raised your voice. 

“I think something happened,” he stepped closer to you. “I think Spencer did something really bad and you’re covering for him because you’re scared. You don’t need to be scared, Y/N. Just tell me what he’s done and I can help you.” 

He reached for you but you slapped his hand away. 

“Don’t touch me. Spencer has done nothing wrong, Jesus just because you’re an FBI agent doesn’t mean you always have to think like one. Sometimes the simplest explanation is the right one. And in this case it’s as simple as we wanted to get away and we knew we’d never be able to do that as Y/N Y/L/N and Spencer Reid.” You growled at him, your back well and truly up. 

“You’re lying.” He bit back. “I know you better than you know yourself and I know when you’re lying. We’re the best goddamn profilers in the world and I swear to you, Y/N, we will find out what he’s done and we will come for him. Don’t let yourself become collateral damage.” 

“Burden of proof.” You shrugged, a wry smile on your face. You remembered so well having a conversation with Spencer in his apartment about the same subject not so long ago. “You say you’re the best goddamn profiliers in the world, but so are me and Spencer. And if, hypothetically, he'd done something, do you really think he’d leave behind any evidence?” 

“You could save yourself a lot of trouble if you just tell me what I need to know.” Luke continued to plead with you. 

“You need to know nothing, except for the fact Spencer and I love each other and we are in this together until the bitter end. So why don’t you hop back on the jet and leave us the fuck alone.” You spat so venomously that Luke was actually a little scared of you. 

“You’ve changed.” He shook his head sadly. 

“And you never will.” You pushed past him on the sidewalk, deciding to forgo Scout’s in lieu of going home. 

Your blood was boiling in your veins as you marched back towards the cabin, furious at the BAU for tracking you down, angry at Luke for coming all the way out here. 

But it was only the beginning. 

***

“What do you want from me?” Spencer sat on the couch while Mary stood over him, wishing he weren’t still tipsy and clouded by last night's scotch. 

“I want to know why two FBI agents are hiding out in our town using fake names.” She folded her arms across her chest. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to insist but he wasn’t able to control his facial expressions the way he normally would. 

“Does the name Luke Alvez mean anything to you?” She scrutinised him and Spencer fought with his expression not to give anything anyway but the scotch was in control.

“No.” He shook his head, swallowing thickly.

“Hmm, I don’t believe you.” She spoke in a sickly sweet tone. “Because I met him and he seems pretty convinced that you and Rose…or should I say Y/N are FBI agents who just dropped their whole lives and ran off without a trace.” 

She met Luke? Luke is here? Why the fuck is Luke here? What the hell is happening? 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He folded his arms across his bare chest. 

“Let’s try this again,” she came closer to him. “And I swear to god if you’re not honest with me…”

“What? You'll do what?” He scoffed at her. 

“I’ll tell everyone the truth about who you are.” She shrugged.

“And you think they’d believe you?” He chuckled. “You think they will believe a story as convoluted as this? Sweetheart, they will think you’re crazy.” 

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Mary shrugged. “Fine, I’ll tell everyone I know that you sexually assaulted me.” 

Spencer stared at her in utter horror of what she was saying but she looked nothing by smug. His heart started hammering so hard in his chest he felt even sicker than he already had done. He searched for a sign she was bluffing but saw none. 

He was taken back to an interrogation room at a woman’s correctional facility. He could see her so clearly in front of him, Cat Adams telling him she was pregnant with his child. He could hear her wicked voice in his ears. 

I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood. 

“W-what?” He stammered. “That’s not the kind of thing you lie about.” 

“Tell me the truth then.” She shrugged. 

“I’m not telling you shit.” He shook his head, pushing himself up to his wobbly legs. 

“Well then, I guess I’ll go. Who should I start by telling? My dad? My brothers?” She started towards the door but Spencer quickly moved and grabbed her roughly by the wrist, somehow able not to fall flat on his face. 

“Listen you little bitch,” he shook her by her arm, growling in her face. “Do you have any idea how many people are actually assaulted every day? How many don’t report it because they’re scared they won’t be believed? And you want to use their real pain for your own sick gain?”

“You know you’re not helping yourself right? If you bruise me it’ll only make my story seem more believable.” She glanced at his hand on her wrist and he quickly let her go. “And don’t think I haven’t seen the bruises on your lovely wife. I’m sure she would back up my story.” 

“The only story she would back up is the one where you’re a desperate little whore who shamelessly wanted to fuck a man you perceived to married.” He snapped at her. 

“Well I guess we’ll see won’t we? Who’s going to believe the strange out of towner over the young, innocent girl.” She pouted. 

Stop being the boy who cried rape, Spencie. It’s not a good look. 

“What do you want? Why do you care who I really am? Fine, if it’s going to shut you up, yes, my name is Spencer Reid. I was an FBI agent and so was Y/N. We changed our names and left town. Why do you even care?” He sighed in exasperation. 

“I guess FBI agents make pretty good money, right?” She mused and Spencer felt his stomach coil into knots at the insinuation.

“That’s what this is about? You want money?” He scoffed.

“I told you I want out of this town. I work three jobs and I am nowhere close to having enough. Finding out your little secret is the best thing that could have happened to me. So if you don’t give me what I want, I will disgrace the former FBI agent Spencer Reid and tell everyone that you raped me. Ten grand should do it.” Her smirk grew tenfold and Spencer felt the anger rising throughout his whole body. 

But his brain was still clouded in a thick fog of alcohol. If he’d been at full capacity he would have easily been able to figure a way out of this, but right now all he could think of was killing Mary. The only problem with that was his guns and hunting knife were upstairs.

He could strangle her to death, feeling as she took her last breath. But he knew better, even in his state, that killing someone close to home would only come back to bite him in the ass. He’d been so careful up until now and he couldn’t ruin everything because of this stupid bitch. There had to be another way.

Mary was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, much like he was. He’d tricked everyone in this town into thinking he was just the mild mannered Andrew Burnett here with his wife to escape the big city. But in reality he was a violent killer, an injustice collector of sorts. Maybe Mary was his karma and now was his time to pay up. 

“Let’s just talk about this, please?” He begged her, eyes flickering somewhere off to the side as he sensed a movement by the kitchen. 

“No, no more talking.” She shook her head, clearly not noticing he was distracted. “You pay me now or I will go straight to the cops.” 

If she heard the sound of the gun being cocked, it was too late. And then suddenly the reverberation of a single gunshot filled the room and the bullet pierced straight through the back of Mary’s head, exiting between her eyes and continuing into the wall next to the front door.

The last sound Mary made was a small gasp as she collapsed on the floor in a pool of her own blood at Spencer’s feet. The shock was written all across his face as he looked up at you, still holding the smoking gun in your hand. 

You tucked it in your waistband and strolled closer to Spencer whose mouth was hanging open and wide eyes glared at you in a stupor. 

“W-what did you…? Why did you?” He croaked out as you stepped closer, not a single hint of remorse in your eyes. 

“Karma’s a bitch.” You shrugged simply. “And so was she.” 

Hahaha, this is about you.

Beware, beware, be sceptical,

Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold.

Deceit so natural,

But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning.

Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul?

No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,

Jill's a little whore, and her alibis are dirty tricks.

So could you,

Tell me how you're sleeping easy,

How you're only thinking of yourself.

Show me how you justify,

Telling all your lies like second nature.

Listen, mark my words, one day (one day),

You will pay, you will pay.

Karma's gonna come collect your debt.

Aware, aware, you stalk your prey,

With criminal mentality.

You sink your teeth into the people you depend on,

Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem.

Fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hide,

I smell the blood of a petty little coward.

Jack be lethal, Jack be slick,

Jill will leave you lonely, dying in a filthy ditch.

So could you,

Tell me how you're sleeping easy,

How you're only thinking of yourself.

Show me how you justify,

Telling all your lies like second nature.

Listen, mark my words, one day (one day),

You will pay, you will pay.

Karma's gonna come collect your debt.

Maybe you'll change,

Abandon all your wicked ways,

Make amends and start anew again.

Maybe you'll see,

All the wrongs you did to me,

And start all over, start all over again.

Who am I kidding?

Now, let's not get overzealous here,

You've always been a huge piece of shit.

If I could kill you, I would,

But it's frowned upon in all fifty states.

Having said that, burn in hell, yeah.

Oh, oh, oh.

So tell me how you're sleeping easy,

How you're only thinking of yourself.

Show me how you justify,

Telling all your lies like second nature.

Listen, mark my words, one day (one day),

You will pay, you will pay.

Karma's gonna come collect your debt.

Karma's gonna come collect your debt.

Karma's gonna come collect your debt.

@bubblebuttwade @jay-2s-world @daddy-dotcom

[bagerfluff]

Forgot, But Forgiven

Link x Non-Binary Reader

Prompt - "I forgot something didn't I?"

You sighed as you entered your house. You had just gotten off of work, and you were ready to go to relax. Take a shower, get dinner, and maybe watch a movie with your boyfriend.

That sounded perfect.

You had worked an extra two hours without overtime pay, so you were beat. You pulled off your jacket, hung it up, and kicked off your shoes. You had done this multiple times, so it was muscle memory at that point. You walked into the living room and looked for Link. But you did see him.

Weird?

He was normal on the couch whenever you came home late. Half asleep, with a movie on the TV, trying to stay up so he could greet you when you came home.

But he wasn’t there.

It was then that you smelled food coming from the dining room. That was also weird. Normally, when you get home late, Link will leave a plate of dinner in the microwave for you to warm up and eat. But this food smelled fresh.

Well, it's not super fresh, but it was cooked within a few hours from when you came home. You furrowed your brows as you walked into the dining room. When you got there you saw Link.

Sitting at the table, with his head looking down and his hands in his lap. On the table was a vase with white roses, two plates of food, two glasses, one filled with your favorite drink, the other with Link’s, and the table had a white table cloth on it.

It was then that you realized that you missed something, and by the looks of it, something important.

“I forgot something didn’t I?”

You said with regret in your voice. Link looked forward. Not looking at you and not removing his hands from his lap. It was then that you realized that Link was wearing good-looking clothes.

Not the t-shirt and pajama pants you normally found him in when you got home. You heard Link sniffle, and he brought a hand up to his face to wipe it. “You think?” Link asked, though it wasn’t a question. You could tell that Link was trying to sound angry, but it didn’t work.

His voice wavered, and you could tell that he was crying before you entered the room. Link got up from the table. Not looking at you and not saying a word. You tried to talk to Link, but he just held his hand up and shook his head. You nodded, though Link couldn’t see it.

Link then left the room, going to the bedroom. You looked down as tears came to your eyes as you looked over at the table again. You noticed that the food was your favorite. You sighed and rubbed your eyes. A thought then came to you. You ran over to the kitchen and over to the fridge.

On the fridge, the calendar read. February 14th. It was Valentines Day.

You had forgotten.

That’s why Link made this dinner. You also remembered that that morning Link had reminded you to be home early. You slumped against the nearby counter.

Fuck.

You forgot.

Link made this amazing looking dinner, got dressed up, and you forgot. You didn’t even get him anything. Tears slowly came out of your eyes.

You were an awful partner.

After spending a few minutes crying in the kitchen, you figured that you should apologize to Link. It was the least that you could do. You walked from the kitchen to the bedroom to find Link standing by the bedside. Pulling a shirt over his head. You walked over to Link and walked behind him.

You reached forward and hesitantly touched Link’s side. When Link didn’t do anything to stop you, you pulled Link into a hug. Wrapping your arms around Link’s waist and burying your head in the crook of his neck. Tears slowly fell from your eyes as you started speaking.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered, holding Link closer.

“I’m sorry I forgot that it was Valentine's Day. I’m sorry I forgot to come home early. I’m sorry I made you cry”. That was all you were able to get out before the tears stopped you from speaking.

“I-i p-promise I-i’ll m-make it -up to y-you”, you stutter out. Link sighed and turned around.

Wrapping his arms around your chest. “I’m still mad at you” Link said, bringing a hand up to rake it through your hair. “But if you make it up to me I’ll forgive you”. You smiled as you pulled Link closer.

Already thinking of ways to make it up to him.

[lusi-raul]

My thoughts on JuanaFlippa’s return today:

(Warning: very long and delusional post)

Everyone is theorizing that Flippa is a binary code and I understand why. But I still hold on to my original theory that the eggs NEVER died. As long as the federation has no explanation for how the parents can say their final goodbyes to the “dead” eggs. I still stand by the theory that the original eggs are alive and kept by the federation. At the very least the federation has the capability to reanimate or clone the eggs but it’s more likely that they were revived because I think they have an infinite amount lives like the members, just a limited amount of lives where they can be left with their parents before they are taken away. No one really ever saw the eggs dead for the last time. All they saw was their egg being enclosed inside a wall. Only Bobby has a halo on his head but still, was he a ghost then?

Now, is the cracked Juanaflippa the same Juanaflippa we all know and loved? Improbable due multiple instances during their meeting

Didn’t backflip immediately when Slime asks if she’s been doing flips. The first thing Flippa would’ve done in that situation was do a flip.

Code-like writing style

Unusual cracks that are identical to Dapper’s

Oak signs instead of Birch signs

JuanaFlippa still being dead on the eggstatistics

Even with that egg being a code, there’s still a chance the real Flippa is alive and with the sweeping edge bug being known, this is a good potential lore arc to excuse the deaths of Flippa and Tilin and officially have them back. I also believe (since I’m delusional) that there’s a sliver of chance that this egg today can be the real Flippa. In the coming days maybe this egg can prove this by showing us things that only the real Flippa would’ve known. Flippa was a vegan, she loves backflips, she was originally named Frontflipo/JuanFlipo, her favorite color is blue. She is a witness to Slimariana’s misclick incident on Leo’s bed by faking her own drowning. Not many people know that, I think. The farm that the family of three made for Badboyhalo to atone for their sins and for an extra life for her. The first thing her parents ever taught her was to water bucket jump from a very high wall without armor. I’m very much delulu so even if one of these things Flippa remembers, i don’t care. She’s the real Flippa, the one and only.

The crack can be justified in my theory because if the eggs got cracked by the federation, what makes them stop doing whatever the hell they did on the alive eggs to the “dead” eggs that they already have? (According to my theory that eggs aren’t really dead at all). The eggs came back with memory loss. What if their memory from the kidnapping got wiped because they saw their supposed “dead” siblings there?

There’s also a weird theory I have with Flippa’s writing but bear in mind that I’m probably just losing it at this point but you know how maybe the federation has an advance surveillance system in place where Flippa just wants to avoid being detected and has to replace certain letters with symbols and numbers? On dapper’s book, the letter ‘a’ is replaced by the number ‘4’ but on Flippa’s it is replaced with an ‘@‘. The only numbers and symbols she used were 0,1,3, !,@. Idk how significant those specific symbols are but we do it too sometimes to avoid word detection and censorship. If she’s in hiding, and says it isn’t safe for her out there, maybe she did escape and is being so cautious with her words that she talks in a limited and cryptic fashion. If this is true it’s heartbreaking that the only thing she said over and over again was that she loves her dad and misses him. Like she has so many things to say, but she has to be cautious that all she can say are those.

Also it took the codes days of lurking around eggs with a camera in order to impersonate them. Where would the code have gotten information about Flippa when she doesn’t even have a proper bed grave.

I also think whoever led Charlie to Flippa isn’t with the Federation at all. The treasure hunt were white boxes on slime blocks. The chest with the book were on black blocks. It’s about time an anti-federation entity/organization on the same level of the federation reveals themselves.

All in all even if this egg is a code, the real one is very much alive in my heart. They just need to be given back by the federation. They never truly died. If it is revealed that this egg is just impersonating Flippa, then be it. At least we got to witness Slime being a dad again. But really if the qsmp team did this elaborate lore to excuse the death of Flippa and Tilin due to unfair death. Applause to them. I understand why they can’t just give their lives back. That incident happened too long ago but if they can make it happen but just needs to make it make sense lore-wise then I really hope they make it happen.

But really just seeing Flippa back like this, I’m satisfied already. The way the qsmp team had me on the edge of my seat today and had me looking forward to what’s gonna happen next: 👏 👏 👏

[melpomenelamusa]

Speak, I´ll listen to you - Chimeras

~Original story~

Previous

CW: Mention of wound and stitches, mention of past kidnapping, headache, magical hallucination (?), fainting.

Warrick gritted his teeth as he wiped the saline solution-soaked rag across his abdomen, cleaning the wound made by Cazador’s knife. It wasn’t a deep cut, thankfully, but he would need at least three stitches. The needle and thread were already in a pot of boiling water, and a bottle of alcohol was on the table to disinfect.

Elafi helped him as much as he could, placing the gauze and tape. They repeated the process with the cut on his temple. Warrick knew that this was only a temporary measure, and that if he wanted to avoid infection, it was best for him to go to a clinic or hospital, but he didn’t want to leave Elafi alone at that moment.

The teenager was silent the whole time, almost as if he was gone. Warrick was glad that the boy hadn't ended up hurt after the "situation" with Cazador, considering the events; however, the blood covering Elafi's knees, hands and arms, mysteriously without any trace of wounds, didn't go unnoticed either.

When they finished, they both sat in the dining room in silence. The tension was such that it seemed to thicken the air around them, preventing them from moving.

"Hey..." Warrick began.

"I'm so sorry."

Elafi looked at the floor, his fists clenching the fabric of his fisherman-style trousers.

"I'm sorry that because of me, because of being so careless, you had to go through all this..."

"No, it's not your fault, and please don't want you to say it again," Warrick said. His voice sounded a little harsher than he intended, so he cleared his throat and continued: "It's the fault of all those people who see chimera children as something less than human beings. All that hatred and prejudice are what have made people like Cazador or Roach exist."

And I don't know if I can protect you from all of them, he thought to himself.

"So, how's your antler?" he asked, somewhat nervously. The way Elafi's head tilted slightly to the left could not go unnoticed.

"I'm fine," the boy replied in a melancholic tone, running his fingers to the stump that protruded from his brown locks. "It will grow back, I just have to get used to being like this in the meantime."

They fell silent again.

"Well, uh, and about the trees..." Warrick said, changing the subject. "How... did that happen?"

If he hadn't been there, Warrick would have never believed that the trees would bend and attack Cazador as if moved by invisible strings. In fact, even recalling the scene in his memory, with the clarity of watching a movie in the cinema, he found it hard to believe that something like that had actually happened.

"I... I don't know how I did it," Elafi admitted, somewhat embarrassed. "I just know that I felt so angry and so desperate at that moment, believing that Cazador had hurt you because of me, that... I think the trees responded to me."

Warrick raised both eyebrows.

"Has something like that happened to you before?"

The teen shook his head.

“Also… there is one more thing I must tell you,” the deer boy added. “The reason I am free of wounds. It's not because I haven't been hurt…”

Elafi described to Warrick everything that happened when he woke up after Cazador pulled him unconscious from his cabin; how he had fallen into that ravine, breaking his arm and wounding his body multiple times in the process. He described the hypnotizing perfume that soon after intoxicated him, and how he crawled until he found the source and discovered that it was the sap of a tree. Warrick couldn´t hide his face of disgust when Elafi told him how he had licked that substance from the trunk and that shortly after his wounds disappeared, as if they had never existed.

“It was like magic,” the boy finished.

“Well, it sounds like that,” Warrick seconded. “This has made me think quite a bit. To be honest, I don't even know how to finish processing all this stuff; But... I think I know who we can ask.

Elafi's ears perked up and his huge eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Really? Who?"

Warrick chuckled softly. He reached over and grabbed his cell phone that had been resting on the table, before beginning to scroll through his contact list.

"A friend," he replied. "Now go take a shower, you're all covered in blood and dirt and you stink."

Elafi laughed, his good mood returning, and almost skipped off to the bathroom. The man let out a sigh. At least he was glad to see that the boy looked happy now. He dialed the phone and brought it to his ear. The waiting tone rang three times and then someone answered.

"Hey," Warrick said. "I know you told me to only call you in emergencies, but I think this calls for it." He paused for a moment, thinking carefully about his words. "Remember that chimera child I told you about? I think it's time for you two to meet."

Before the day was over, Warrick asked Elafi if he could take him to the golden sap tree; however, although the boy tried to follow the peculiar scent in the forest, he was unable to find it.

"Don't worry, nothing's wrong," the adult reassured him.

The next morning, Warrick left in his car.

"Where are you going?" Elafi asked.

"To the town clinic. I need someone more specialized to take a look at these stitches, and then I will go to Cazador's cabin."

Elafi's expression became tense, so Warrick soon added:

"Cazador´s dead; but in his cabin there´ll be many tools and objects that could be useful to us and I won´t let´em go to waste. That´s how you survive in this world, son."

After starting the engine, Warrick leaned out the driver's side window.

"I´ll take you somewhere tomorrow. I'll introduce you to someone."

And with those words, he drove off.

~

During the time Elafi stayed in that cabin, his mind wouldn't leave him alone. He too was eager to answer the hundreds of questions that were swirling around in his head. The memories of the previous day played through his brain like a fast-forward movie, nothing more than an explosion of incoherent sounds, images, and desperate emotions churning inside him.

He didn't have the slightest idea what had happened either. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more it all seemed like something out of a fantasy book or a dream. There had to be an explanation for it all, he was sure, but he couldn't think of one. Maybe it had been magic after all.

Magic. Well, if there are chimera children, why not magic too?, he thought.

He left the cabin and headed for the edge of the forest. The branches of the trees swayed pleasantly in the breeze.

"Thank you very much!" he shouted, bringing both hands to the sides of his mouth. He wasn't sure if he was addressing the trees or the forest itself, but something inside him told him that thanking was the right thing to do. "Thank you for helping us! I... I couldn't have done it without your help."

A cool, pleasant breeze blew through the trunks, and Elafi could feel as if the low branch of one of the trees was caressing his left antler. Elafi couldn't help but draw a smile on his face, finding the gesture touching.

Warrick returned for lunch. The pickup truck's stretcher was filled with many things, including tools of various kinds, cloth, wood, rope, wire, a fan, clothes, water, and food. Elafi couldn't help but feel a little guilty (they were basically robbing a dead man's house), but remembering the fear he had felt as Cazador's prisoner, even knowing it was only a few hours, he decided not to think about it and just be thankful for the extra stuff.

The next day they set out together again in the vehicle.

"Where are we going?" Elafi asked. From what he remembered, that didn't seem to be the road that led to the city.

"There's a town up here," Warrick explained. "It's closer than the city and much quieter, but I never dared move there, although I admit that I get along well with almost all of its inhabitants. My friend lives there."

Elafi couldn't stop his curiosity.

"What kind of person is your friend?"

A mischievous smile appeared on Warrick's lips, who never took his eyes off the road.

"A witch."

They arrived at the town in about half an hour. Colorful houses and buildings stretched out on both sides of the road. More than one person, seeing them pass by, waved to Warrick, smiling. It seemed like a cheerful and welcoming place.

They finally stopped in front of a house with pink walls. At the front there was a large garden, full of roses, carnations, bougainvilleas and a bunch of other flowers whose names Elafi didn't know. Lined up next to the door were a series of small statues shaped like wolves.

Warrick knocked three times with his knuckle. After a while, hurried footsteps were heard and the door opened, accompanied by the sound of a little bell. A woman appeared before them, wearing a long, colorful skirt and several beaded necklaces that fell over her chest.

“Warrick, how nice to see you! And you must be Elafi. Please, come in.”

The house was large, with brick walls. The sun shone through the hallways from the opening in the roof over a small central patio, where several flowers grew. It was a very different environment from Warrick's cabin, which had dark wood walls and was much more compact, but both houses still had a homely feel.

They went into the dining room. A hot teapot, three empty cups, and a plate full of cookies were already waiting for them on the table. After serving the tea, they sat down.

"My name´s Lupita," the woman introduced herself. Her long, straight hair was a mix of black, gray, and white strands, and when she smiled, two curls appeared on the sides of her mouth.

Elafi had never seen a witch, and he didn't really know what to expect from one either; but since he entered that building he could feel a very strong aura of energy surrounding the woman. He didn't know how to explain it, but it was something similar to what he felt when he saw Roach for the first time, with the difference that this woman's aura didn't feel hostile or evil, although it was powerful. He had no doubt that she had power. She knew things.

"Nice to meet you," Elafi replied, shaking her hand. He tried to sound as friendly and natural as possible.

"He's a sweetheart," said the woman, Lupita, now addressing Warrick. "Just like you told me. It's like you've met an angel."

Warrick didn't say anything, just sipping from his cup of tea; however, the slight shadow of a smile seemed to form at the corner of his lips.

For the rest of the afternoon they kept up a fairly normal and lively conversation. Lupita asked Elafi about his favorite foods, what activities he liked to do as a child, or if he had any expectations for the future. Her questions didn't feel harassing or uncomfortable, and she also spent some of the time talking about her own tastes, which made the atmosphere feel pleasant and not at all like an interrogation.

The witch didn't ask him anything about his parents or about the bad and strange things that had happened to him; but Elafi attributed that to the fact that she already knew that information. Surely Warrick would have already told her everything.

The deer boy didn't know how to feel about this new woman.

“Elafi,” she said after a while. She stood up and picked up the empty cups and the plate of cookies that had already been finished. “If you allow me, I would like to do a little meditation exercise with you. It’s nothing out of this world, just an activity I do to relax. I think it helps a lot when the mind feels confused.”

Elafi suddenly felt anxious. Maybe now he would discover the reason why Warrick had decided to take him to this place, to meet this woman.

"You're not coming with us?" Elafi asked, a little nervous, watching as the man stood motionless in the dining room.

"No, I'll stay here," Warrick replied, without much emotion. "I don't like the smell of incense."

Elafi followed Lupita to the patio.

"Take off your shoes," she said, before looking down and running into the boy's cloven hooves. "Well, you don't need it. Better for you, because you need to be in contact with the earth."

They sat cross-legged on the grass, facing each other. The woman had placed a bowl with a lit incense in between them, and soon that aroma was the only thing Elafi could perceive.

"Try to relax and just follow my voice," the woman said. She took a deep breath and Elafi imitated her. “Close your eyes.”

Elafi obeyed.

“Now imagine you are in a forest.”

Elafi imagined that he was in a forest, not unlike the one that surrounded the cabin he lived in. He imagined that he was walking along its paths, observing the beauty of the flowers, of the tall trees forming landscapes above his head, allowing the sky to look like a thin river trickling through the branches.

"Feel the earth, feel each plant that surrounds you.

The smell of the wet earth reached his nose pleasantly. It smelled green, fresh and alive. The breeze stirred his locks, bringing with it an invigorating sensation.

"Go deeper.

He continued to advance through the forest. The deeper he went, the less sunlight reached his eyes, and the darkness began to close in. The trees grew closer together and more oppressive. There was no sky in sight anymore. The wind now carried a strange sound, like a distant cry. The branches swayed and creaked, as if the trees themselves were afraid.

"I'm scared." Elafi still had his eyelids closed, focused on the mental landscape he was in; but he couldn't stop the words from taking shape and coming out of his mouth.

"Listen to what they want to tell you."

Elafi walked up to a big tree. Its roots were so large that they stuck out of the ground like pale tentacles. The boy reached out with both hands and gently took two ends of the roots.

"Speak," Elafi said, addressing the tree. "I'll listen to you."

And suddenly his mind was assaulted by hundreds of images. His head spun, drowned by so much information. He saw the sun, the moon, the stars circling the firmament above the treetops. He heard the shrieks and fluttering of bats, the bleating of deer running in terror, the roar of a tiger, the pitiful howl of a wolf, the hiss of a snake, the barking of a fox... His body was filled with fear and an alien pain that made him let out a scream, as if his heart or his brain were the center of that maelstrom of suffering: he felt the pain of the metal teeth of the hunting traps closing around his limbs, he felt the claustrophobia of being locked inside a cage, he felt tied up, mistreated, discriminated, kidnapped, murdered...

Elafi opened his eyes. Warrick's face was just a few centimeters from his, watching him with concern. The boy heard him shout his name as if he were hearing it from underwater.

“Elafi! Elafi, answer! Lupita, what did you do to him?!”

Elafi couldn't move or speak. His head felt like it was going to explode at any moment. Luckily for him, the pain didn't last long, as in just a few more seconds he passed out.

Next

Taglist: @scoundrelwithboba@morning-star-whump@lancedoncrimsonwings

This chapter and the next one will give us a little more context to this fantasy aspect of the story. I'm a big fan of fantasy and magic, so I couldn't miss the opportunity to add something like this to my story ;)

Thanks for reading! ⭐

[luminlunii]

I would gladly share this AU! I already have with a few other people, but I don't think I'll ever write it. It's just for funzies while I'm on break from another fanfic. First, what this big AU is about. Long story short, humans found a way to bring 2D animated characters to life, but through very questionable means like science and making deals with a demonic entity in 2023. While, humans got greedy and didn't want to keep their end of the deal. Which was giving the Entity at least one of the 2D animated characters for him to raise as his child. They stopped doing this at the third, Entity punished them for this, by making the cartoons/anime characters sick with this life sentence ink disease and wiping their memories of them for it, leaving their names of course. The government got scared when people and characters started asking why this was happening as they slowly gained their memories back, so they made a medicine specifically for characters to forget who they are, and where they came from until they could figure out what to do, which was almost never. Although, they had the medicine, it wasn't fullproof and good humans talk. So, they kidnapped characters (Those they weren't experimented on to find a cure or corrupted means) and made them into assassins to take out creators of these characters if they could not be bribed to keep quiet, the animators that were involved, or anyone else that wouldn’t stop questioning things. Eventually, they weeded out the humans that would talk, time went on and the future generations didn’t know anything. Or if they do, they don’t quite understand it. The government also erased/destroyed anything resembling a character. Disneylands, Disneyworlds, resorts, anime studios, all left to be abandoned and anyone on the premises would be killed. They did this because that couldn’t have people finding out they practically used dark magick and science involving human sacrifices of sorts to bring characters to life and it backfired. That would be too much of an uproar.

Second, (Sorry this is long! Feel free to skim!) This was encouraged a rebellion organization called T.O.T.O. ran by Oswald the Lucky Rabbit (The mascot before Mickey Mouse.) and Mickey Mouse. They're trying to get the bottom of the truth. Rocky was with Zib the entire time of his memory loss. While both had been recruited for the cause at the very beginnings of rebellion, Oswald was more interested in Rocky. This is because Rocky heard about the rebellions suspicions on the medicine and was like, "Why don't I test it!" on a whim. And sure enough, he saw old memories from his original world. You see, when Rocky saw these things, he didn't keep quiet and was very chaotic about it, which is why Oswald recruited him. To help the organization make noise about the cause. However, it being the first time for the organization to put face out there, they didn't realize the dangers completely. Oswald grew careless and it resulted in the Incident of Nebraska. Where the government got the jump on them on their first rally, hosted by yours truly, Rocky. Half were killed while the others were taken. Rocky was taken. He was experimented on like the rest at first, but after some research on Rocky. The experimentation facilities saw the same things Oswald saw him, but in a bad way. They turned him into an assassin because they figure they could put his chaotic nature to use, just like the first one and the many other in Rocky's situation after him. The first was Husker from Hazbin Hotel. The assassins are scattered all across the globe by multiple countries.

Yes, Oswald is looking for Rocky as is Zib. Zib is mad a Oswald because it appears he's not looking for him. So, Zib is looking for him on his own. However, the truth is. Oswald hired Mordecai to track Rocky down, but doesn't want to get Zib involved to be more careful about what they do.

All of which I just read is absolutely nuts. I had to walk away from my computer several times trying to comprehend this massive wall of text that was thrown at me. I was screaming how batshit insane this concept is. My brain is imploding.

My final response

What the fuck.

[bigoltrashpile]

This is a silly ask, but it's kinda personal. Could I request how anyone of your choosing would react to a reader whose console of 5+ years finally broke? It's the only thing they've ever had completely to themselves, it was a gift from a family member, and its been with them through so, so much and finally it gets an irreversible software issue that will wipe everything if they go through with it?

Its realh silly, but it genuinely feels like I'm losing a friend or something of the like. I've cleaned my PS4, put so much time into it when I relax, so many games, so many hours, of just being able to espace reality and rely on it. It has never broken when I needed it, but its finally dying on me. My little jet engine :(

I'm really sorry to hear about your console, anon. Losing a prized possession is really hard, it's not silly at all. Lots of time and memories were put into it, I want to give you a smooch to make you feel a little bit better, even though it's not enough to help with this

You sniffled a bit as you held your now-broken console in your hands. Even though it was really just a piece of metal and plastic, it felt like you were losing your friend. Hearing footsteps, you quickly wiped away your tears.

"hey angel, what's-" Hound's voice always cheered you up, but it wasn't nearly enough. "oh...it finally died?"

You nodded, not feeling strong enough to look him in the eye.

"shit...i'm so sorry." You were enveloped by Hound's lanky arms as he hugged you from behind. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "do ya wanna try another fix?"

You sighed. "I would, but...I think it's beyond fixing this time." The quiver in your voice was obvious. "It's just...it's always been there when I needed it. It's dumb, but I feel like I'm losing a friend."

At your words, Hound gently flipped you around, finally looking you in the eyes. "hey," he said sternly. "it ain't stupid at all. this thing is important to ya, ya put in a lot of time and love, and it helped ya through some hard times. even if it's not alive, it still means a lot to ya."

Finally, the dam broke. Tears flowed down your face, and you hugged your boyfriend, tight. He held you close, rubbing your back gently. "it's alright, darlin. just let it out, it's okay to cry."

And cry you did. All the emotions you had been trying to push down were finally released, and you just let yourself cry into his shoulder. The whole time, Hound held you close, just being a comforting presence.

Finally, the flood slowed, and you backed away from Hound. "Sorry," you sniffed, wiping your tears away. "I must look like such a baby."

"not at all. i've cried over a dropped doughnut. multiple times, really."

That got a laugh out of you. "Thanks for being here for me, you're really the best."

"nyeh heh, thanks. but hey, if it makes ya feel better i can get as much data off of it as i can before ya toss it. that way ya still have at least a bit of it with you."

You looked down at the console in your hands. "That would be amazing. Thank you so much."

Hound pressed one more kiss to your forehead. "of course, darlin'. i love ya, and i hope ya feel better soon."

[goombasa]

I Played the Funny Pizza Game Again

So, the last time I posted about Pizza Tower, I had played through the Peppino side of things and the Noise update was still brand, brand new. That and, while I was really enjoying the game, beating the first campaign was pretty exhausting, and so I took a quick break before going back to it and trying out the brand new character.

And boy was it an experience.

The Noise update allows you to play through the game as one of the game's bosses, naimly the Noise, a parody of the old, somewhat infamous Domino's mascot, the Noid. Now, generally when you have multiple playable characters in a platformer, each of them have their own gimmick or a special movement ability, but the game inherently doesn't change a huge amount. Think about Luigi's loose physics in several of the Mario games, or playing as Knuckles, Tails, or Amy in Sonic games; The gameplay is still largely the same, but the unique abilities of a character can lead to some minor changes as you run through the stages and utilizing their special gimmicks.

Then, there are games like Shovel Knight, where every one of its characters change the game so much in what they can do that the level design itself is heavily altered to suit the character you're playing as.

The Noise situation is mostly like the former, with a few shreds of the latter. The Noise plays very differently from Peppino in terms of his traversal options and how he interacts with stage gimmicks and powerups, but with some very minor, specific tweaks to some specific places in a few stages. In general, the Noise is far, far faster and carries a lot more momentum in his jumping than Peppino did, which can make precise and sudden movements a lot harder to handle. He also has a more powerful slam attack, a jetpack, and rather than running up walls, he bounces up the walls, with diminishing returns with each bounce.

The boss fights are also different, as Noise doesn't grab or slam his enemies, instead throwing bombs at his opponents. The differences are vast, to the point where anyone going in expecting a similar experience to playing as Peppino is not going to have the best time. You really have to wipe that muscle memory and be willing to learn the game again from scratch to effectively use the Noise, and it makes the game feel like an entirely different beast. Still fun, but definitely something that takes some getting used to if you've already played through the game once before. But once you do get the handle on it, it does feel great to speed around as the Noise.  I personally still prefer playing the game as Peppino just because I find his moveset a lot easier to handle, but the skill ceiling as the Noise is far, far higher and I can see him being the preferred method for people who REALLY want to see how fast they can complete this game.

And all the little differences and jokes put into the presentation are fantastic, from Noise flat out ignoring certain obstacles, to changing elements of a stage to suit his needs, to treating the final boss fight more as a game, one that he's getting very bored with at that point. While Peppino always looks like he's one bad day away from just breaking down entirely, the Noise is just having the time of his life running through each stage, and at worse just gets annoyed whenever something stands in his way. It's a great way to make the characters distinct without having to alter too much of what's already there in the stages.

Also, the gag of the Noise just slapping stickers of his face (each one in a different art style) over the pre-existing artwork for the opening of the level is just top notch.

While it is possible to play the game as the Noise right from the get-go, I would recommend playing through it as Peppino first, as the Noise's higher skill floor really benefits from at least some passing familiarity with the game first, even if they're very different. It isn't often that a game can make itself feel so different and yet still feel so fun, but Pizza Tower manages it. I said it before, and I'll say it again, I'm very excited to see if anything more will be coming out of Tour de Pizza in the future.

[boobachu]

Rewatched Sonic Prime

and the finale of season two basically upped the ante to where the story is either going to have a really good ending or be so bad it brings the entire series down. (Kind of a long-ass post with spoilers if for some reason you haven't felt to binge the almost seven hours of show yet.)

This moment right here completely changed the tone from "Sonic broke the universe and needs to fix it" towards "If Sonic succeeds, he would be committing multiple omnicide"

Sonic Prime Sonic could earn the title "World's most genocidal hedgehog" and that's really interesting.

Now, this is what has been a very basic "modern marvel" "robot chicken"-ass story, I mean very interesting characterization but otherwise very cookie cutter.

Which, I mean, we got a whole season to explore it, but Sonic immediately defaults to his pussy-ass "FRIENDSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!11!!" but kind of the core of the story has been "Sonic's worldview is wrong"

Even though nothing too terrible has happened to him (beyond everyone he knew and loved and could ever know and love potentially being killed forever) it's very clear that the basic message is that Sonic's happy-go-lucky attitude needs to change, but so far we haven't seen what it needs to change into.

So basically

I think Sonic Prime is going to A) Have no fucking idea how to fix this problem it imposed on itself by stating the fact that Nine isn't Tails, and you're going to have to kill three people to bring back your little brother

So it just "Whatever! I don't care! We restored Status Quo without killing entire universes!"

or B) as stated before, Sonic Prime goes down as the Sonic canon that commits genocide across space and time to restore his parody of how news journalists who haven't played since Sonic the Hedgehog 2 react to seeing a human in a Sonic game.

or C) which is the least likely, they make some damn good writing that somehow preserves the new universes without it feeling like a handwave.

Honestly the B option could also be "Nine, Mangy and Sails fuse into Tails who has memories off all three" but that is also unlikely because it has the implications of every single being across the universe becoming plural or something. At least I don't think that's an obvious route to take.

People are concerned about Nine being a villain, and he's definitely going to be an antagonist, but I absolutely do not see how wanting to stop someone from wiping out countless worlds to save his own is a villainous trait.

Maybe they'd have the grim project turn out to destroy the other worlds, but that would come out of nowhere and would be kinda dumb to do the "dooming the multiverse through hubris" twice.

Tho it'd also be kinda interesting if the grim project turns out to be basically Eggmanland except Tails.

Like I'm not expecting the final episode of Sonic Prime to be the gang having a party while Sonic sits in the shadows going "I have become death, destroyer of worlds... literally!" and Shadow's like "You did what you had to do. I won't say more because the memory is punishment enough." and then he teleports away leaving Sonic to stand alone in uncomfortable silence while the party is heard in the background and then it cuts to black for the doofiest ass theme song to play over the credits.

It's more Sonic Prime has the potential to be in a Sonic lore iceberg as "Sonic canonically has more blood on his hands than anyone in fiction or reality"

Which is interesting.

[bluem00n007]

Hello!! First off, I'm really sorry for not responding back to you earlier from my last ask. I got really busy with irl stuff that I didn't get the time to reply. But if I can still send in my answer, you don't need to apologize about the leash thing with sirius!! I should have realized that sooner lmao, but thanks for clarifying. Also, you definitely have a point that arcturus has so much potential to be a good, bad, or grey character. Besides his constellation, there's also his special magic, how he takes such a long time to get back to mc when he excuses himself from them, and the Shepard thing. These could be building up to something big later on in the story, and I'm equally terrified and excited. Side note though, I saw your comic about vega and vanessa and it was so good!! The layout felt so clean, not to mention the way you drew out their emotions was a critical hit to my heart!!

Also also, if you don't mind me asking on your opinion on this, what do you think are the effects of mc being imprinted with the sorcerers? Besides the boost in power ofc.

Apologies for the long text, hopefully I didn't bother you with this. Take care!!

OMG HEY ANNON!!! It's so good to see you again!!! ^w^)/ And please, don't apologise for not replying before, real life takes priority and I hope you are doing well

The Sirius thing was such an innocent mistake and well, it is a saying that not a lot of people are familiar with and use, so I really get what caused the confusion, Arcky, I think if he does indeed turn out to be a villain, would he be with the void on purpose or was manipulated, hm another Tumblr user, who's user I am forgetting at the moment, but all credits to them for this pointer, basically what they said was Arcturus is the protector of the bear, Summoner is represented with the bear constellation, so I think the void did wipe his memories and are now using him as a way to get closer to summoner, I mean so far everyone lives the way their constellations do

Also thank you so much!!!! I was really hoping you would see that comic TvT and I feel really happy that it was impactful, I don't know how to actually put this in words, sorry of if I can't say it properly, but yeah, I am really happy!

Now I think the best way to explain an imprint is that it's a very magical form of "red strings of fate", more so a promise to protect the parties imprinting and a way to ensure it than anything else, like the pact in obey me, it's a power scaler(?) Like you make pacts and if you learn how to use them, you can draw power from demons and make them do what you command, that's not what I think an imprint is, like Spica said, it's an oath to protect

For the imprints, so far we know bits and pieces for what makes them special, firstly they allow partners to feel each other's feelings, you have any idea how hard it would be to hide crushes? Jokes aside that means that there must be a while lot of trust between people before they imprint, Spica did a gigachad move, respect, because he just let us imprint with him without knowing us much

If we take Alpheratz's words at face value, multiple imprints are not possible, or at the very least not common, he looks so surprised that our heart was entwined with others, that or he was just surprised at how many imprints we had even before a week at Contell, this could be explained by the time loop theory, which if you didn't know about, is that Sirius is a time loop character, goes back in time, which creates a different timeline, the good stuff, that explains why summoner has so many pacts already, if the bonds carried over everytime, but honestly speaking, that actualy leaves more unanswered questions, why was Sirius surprised he got summoned? Why did us coming to Bound arlyn ruin his plans? So I am a little skeptical of this theory

I think that is what makes summoner a summoner, plus the entire potential of being able to summon stuff that are not under the same relam as constellations, hence so special, but then why these 6 specific guys? Which is why it's not a 100% disagree on taht, just skeptical

Third and personally my favourite, angst warning and it is a little morbid, so don't read this if you are uncomfortable:

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2

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you can't harm an imprinted partner or you get harmed yourself, it has so much angst potential (I love angst actualy) out of everyone, Sirius has the heighest potential, imo, to use this if he ever finds himself in a clutch, not because it's an easy way out for him, mind you, but most likely because it's the best way out for summoner in case the void catches them in a clutch (yes I do live for angst) plus if the time loop theory is correct it's not much of a risk either, plus storytaco has a reputation of having a high chance to kill any character, even MC has no plot armour

Sorry for the long reply, I kinda get in the whole flow TvT

[theballadofmars]

I discovered what happened at the end of Miraculous Ladybug with Chloé so I wrote a little thing that could be considered alternative universe / ending for her that doesn't imply a fifteen year old living with her abusive mom.

If you're interested the text is under the cut!!

Chloé brushed her fingers over the table of the room. It was covered with a thin layer of dust, so different from the immaculate and shiny furniture she was used to.

This room was as big as her old dresser, and it only had the desk, a little closet and a bed in the corner. The window barely let the light come from the outside, and the blinds were grey and bland, tasteless, ridiculous. It was obvious that this was nothing more that a guest room, the place where people storage the old books that would never read, gym machines that they would never use or projects that they would never finish. It was the kind of room where people put the useless things, the objects that bring bad memories, the ridiculous ideas that you want to forget about.

It was perfect for her, because Chloé was definitely the most ridiculous, useless and hopeless person in all Paris.

"I did what I could, giving the short notice," Armand said. The former butler was carrying one of the multiple bags she had bring with her. He left the bag over the bed and smiled at her. He was trying so hard to smile since Chloé had appeared. Weird. He was the last person in Paris who didn't hate her. "I know it doesn't have the charm as your old room, but we can buy some cute cushions, new blinds, we can even paint it. What do you think?"

It would be lovely. It wasn't enough.

Armand was already doing so much for her... Armand should be doing more.

She wanted to thank him, she wanted to say that she was sorry, that he shouldn't be doing all this, but she was so relieved to know that there was someone that still cared about her.

She didn't say a thing.

"Oh, I also brought you something" Armand continued. He didn't look mad as his lack of words. With a joy that Chloé didn't understand, he took something from inside the bag. Her teddy bear.

Chloé blinked, not sure how to react. Was she happy? Was she sad? That bear was one of her most important posesions, but why would she need it now? Why would she deserve it now?

"I know times are difficult, Miss Bourgeois," he said, placing the plushie in her hands. She was shaking. "But thinks will get better. I promise. Now, why don't you rest while I make dinner? Today was a long day."

Thank you, Chloé wanted to said. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for taking care of me since I was a kif. Thank you for letting me stay here, instead of with my mom. I'm sorry that you had to resign your work at the hotel. I'm sorry that I'm being a problem to you. I'm sorry...I'm sorry...

But the words were stuck in the tip of her tongue. This was ridiculous. They were just words!!! She had said thank you and sorry before, so why was now so difficult!?

"Armand..." she started go say.

It was easy. It was easy. Everyone can do it. Everyone except her, apparently. Say it. Say it!!

"I...I..."

Armand is letting you stay in his house, he had always been there for you, he's helping you even when your own father said you were irredeemable!!! SO AT LEAST SAY IT!! SAY IT!!

Her intern monologue was interrupted by Armand's hand on her shoulder, the same way he did when she was little.

"Don't worry, Miss Bourgeois. I understand" he comforted her, and this was the last string.

Chloé started to cry, and she hugged the formal waiter like her life was on line. She was still processing everything that happened, she didn't know what to do, but Armand hugged her back like a father trying to protect his daughter from the rest of the world.

"I'm sorry" she finally said, in a voice so low that only Armand could hear it. Chloé wiped out her tears, and then repeated, this time louder: "I'm sorry! I know I messed everything, but...but...I can fix it!"

"You're not responsible of fixing your parents, Chloé," Armand said, and she couldn't stop the tears from running again. "You're only responsible from your own actions, but not theirs. You're not irredeemable. You're fifteen."

...................

That's it. Instead of staying with her mom, Armand adopts Chloé and tries to be a good parental figure, Chloé works on herself and goes to therapy.

Because if you're going to redeem Gabriel then I can write a better future for the fifteen year old with trauma.

[nikkialena]

A Bloody Path To Hell

Here’s a little sneak peak to the continuation of Please Don’t Leave thanks to the amazing author @pinejayy 

https://www.tumblr.com/pinejayy/721619453007233024/please-dont-leave-hantengu-clones-x-freader?source=share

but anyway, enjoy~

Warm kisses and  tender caresses plagued your mind as you sat curled up in the nest that Urogi had built for you not too long ago, his scent still etched into wood providing a slither of comfort in their......absence....permeant absence...they weren't coming back....A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you wished the ground would open up and  swallow you whole, just so the pain in your chest could stop hurting and the ache would go away, you were tired of this constant pain....but it never goes away, just like Urogi never came back, he was gone. They all were, the echo of steps reached your ears but you made no  indication that you heard anything at all, instead focusing on the sweet memories of being cradled and caressed by your four lovers..but even those seemed to fade with every passing day .You sighed again, your heart felt heavier than it ever has before, the feeling wasn't new but something about it just seemed to become more painful each time you thought about it. It hurt just thinking about them, you still can feel the phantom tingle of their lips against yours.

Part of you wondered if their deaths were quick and painless, or if the demon slayers made them suffer?

The latter you knew to be true, occasionally when one or more clones stayed home and one would perish in battle, whenever they reformed they would be panicked, trembling and crying....It would take about a hour of soft reassuring words, kisses and hugs to bring them down......Their screams haunted your dreams and you couldn't help but imagine poor little Aizetsu screaming in pain....Or the look of fear slowly replacing Karaku's signature smirk as he knew this is it....and Sekido....You closed your eyes, tears slipping over your cheeks as the reality of what happened began to set in, your mind heart and soul finally coming to accept the terms....

You didn't want to accept the fact....That your loved ones are gone, forever lost to you. It hurts so bad, it hurts so much....but at least if they're dead then you won't have to watch the people you loved most turn to dust, their souls taken back to Hell...

“How long do you intend on being a pathetic mess?"  A voice that was all too familiar snapped in a deep baritone voice that sent your body jumping in surprise, even though you'd spoke to him multiple times you could never get used to the roughness of his voice, "go away Kokushibo...leave me to rot in silence" you spat at the upper one demon but he ignored you scowling softly, yocould feel all six eyes of his burning into your back.

"And what of the infant in your belly....will you allow your self destructive ways to be the downfall of the unborn  child, you weakling?"

 His voice rumbled in a low growl, his presence filling every inch of your space as he loomed over you, "WHY DO YOU CARE ALL OF A SUDDEN?" You snapped picking yourself off the ground to glare at him but his expression remained the same..."I don't" he said coolly "but you should make something of yourself" he  continued, his yellow slit pupils narrowed in an almost predatory way "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME KOKUSHIBO" you snapped again and his brows furrowed slightly "that anger is wasted on you" he  commented, ignoring your outburst.

You gritted your teeth but kept quiet, waiting for him to continue but he didn't, instead he just stood there staring at you, his gaze was piercing, you tried very hard not to shiver under its intensity but your efforts were futile, even now the pain inside your heart grew stronger and you broke into tears, "I...don't know what to do Koku.." you sobbed wiping at your tears "I'm stuck in an endless loop of  'what if's, what if I did, what if I didn't? What if they hadn't left,....what if I painted the ground crimson with the blood of their executioners?

 What if I made their deaths slow and agonizingly painful...so excruciating, that even death itself wouldn't be enough to relieve their suffering? You bite out with a bitter laugh, Koku wiped the tears from your face lifting your chin with a finger  "and if you had the chance to exact   vengeance, to punish the  perpetrators who murdered your lovers would you take that chance?"

"Yes" the words fell from your lips before could even  process their own weight, your head spinning as the answer came so easily to you, "Yes, I would , I'll take every opportunity given to me to destroy the bastards responsible" you whispered fiercely, "I want to see their heads mounted on spikes" you seethed through clenched teeth and he smirked "good".

I hoped you liked the little sneak peek but this is you’re one and only warning to abandon ship now if you can’t take descriptions of blood and gore, shit gets dark quickly talkin murder and maiming left and right there will be no survivor's from the hashira or demon slayers everyone is catching that smoke

[asirensrage]

Ten Lines Game

Thanks for tagging me @wordspin-shares!

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three or more) then share it. Tag others if you want.

the real question is which ones to pick?

Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down - Stranger Things

“This is my friend Steve. I ran into him walking the dog. His parents are out of town.” Deanna looked at him sharply. “They left you alone?”  “Uh, yeah,” he said. “But they left me money and stuff. It’s fine.”  “You were going to spend Thanksgiving alone?” she asked. Steve nodded and Deanna wiped her hands on a towel. “Tammy, add another place setting.” 

there's a heaven above you (don't you cry) - The Lost Boys

“Did he hurt you?” he asked, eyes glancing down her body. “Who? David? I’m fine. He won’t be though if I ever catch up to him again.” She glared at Paul. He had taken her away just when she was going to start getting her point across.  “Dwayne. Did he hurt you?” He seemed abnormally serious from how she knew him.

This Means War - Daredevil and The Punisher

Billy pulls back for a moment, eyes going over her face as though he’s trying to memorize every feature. She grabs the back of his neck, moving him down to kiss her again. Anything to keep him from looking at her like that.

Serendipity - John Wick

Staying in New York probably isn't a good idea. Not when they’re out for his blood. Still, it’s home. At least the one place he’s lived the longest. He has memories here and he knows the ground well. He doesn’t want to be driven out.  John goes to Aurelio. He doesn’t really have anyone else he can trust anymore. He shouldn’t even be here but he’s known Aurelio for years and the man told him that if he needed help, to ask. So John’s asking.

A Study in Intimacy - Divergent

All in all, after the final test, Eric passes. He is Erudite.  It is a relief but it is only when he sees Jeanine’s face as she welcomes him fully into Erudite that he feels like he can breathe. Her expression is trying hard not to be pinched especially when he says loudly that it is all because of her and that he hopes he can continue to make her proud. Her grip tightens almost painfully at that, but everyone is watching and all she can do is smile. He can't push her too hard. Even if he wants to...right off of a cliff. 

It's Always Darkest Before the (Second) Dawn - Shadow and Bone /HP

She glances at the other men in the room. This is not part of her plan. She wants answers. However, judging from the look on Ivan’s face, the clench of his jaw and the blatant disregard on Kirigan, she knows she’s unlikely to get them now. She takes his arm. “Certainly.”

"Season 2" of Caught in the Crossfire - Supernatural

“He agreed to be friends,” I said. “Just friends.”  “Good,” she said. “That’s...good. Right?”  “Yeah.”  “Well, as someone who was friends with Sam while you two were having your...weird sexual tension last year, he’s a good friend to have.” “You guys were friends?”  She looked at me unimpressed and rolled her eyes. “Yes. What? Did you think Dean and I were going at it like rabbits 24/7?”  I shrugged and hesitantly made a noise of agreement. “Oh my god Michelle!”   “What? You go at it enough here!”  “We do not!” “I’m sorry, but have I not walked in on you multiple times?” “Learn how to knock!” “It was the living room!” 

Untitled - Jujutsu Kaisen

“I thought you said we were avoiding the country?” she asks herself softly.  “There’s no choice,” the voice echos back. “Better we deal with him now and find whoever’s helping him.”  “And then what?” She shoves her hands in her pocket. Her headphones are covering her ears, helping it look like she’s just on a call.  “We deal with them.”  She sighs. “Yeah, I thought you’d say that. So what’s the plan?”  “Stay hidden,” it says. “Until it’s too late.” “For them,” she agrees. “You sure no one will sense you?”  “They never have. They’ve forgotten about me.” “Well, not for long I guess,” she says.  “We will remind them.”

"Fae M-" - Undecided, Maybe Shadow and Bone

It’s not a lie. She meant no harm…mainly to herself. What she stole was retaliation. They tried to steal hers first.  “Are you bound only by a contract?” She asks. “Or are you bound fully?” Her meaning would make sense to those who know. She needs to see exactly what he understands and who his loyalty is sworn to.  “You’ve gotten yourself into something deep,” he says. He avoids the question which tells her that at least he knows the type that has contracted him.  “So have you.”

Reality is Fictional - Multiple Fandoms

“What’s your name?” Helen asks softly.  Her eyes snap up at Helen. She still doesn’t know where she is or what happened. She doesn’t trust this. So she gives them a name that she’ll remember, one that she remembers reading about before she left on that date. A name of a woman who was left for dead. “Ariadne,” she says. It oddly fits. 

tagging: anyone who wants to join in! Make sure to tag me so I can check out your fics!

[semi-imaginary-place]

started playing 13 sentinels. Gonna liveblog/note take for it. SPOILERS

I did watch some like a year ago before buying the game so i know some spoilers and that it's nuts but I'm missing a most of the pieces. But wow first cutscene sets up time travel, kurabe used to be izumi and is missing his memories, and the mental effects of piloting. Oh hey shiba's in on the conspiracy. "Okino's code" ... That name sounds familiar, shiba's the handler.

Gouta and kisaragi are piecing things together, he was in the intro too. Ah all these events are out of order. Fuyusaka's prologue? Ch1 is first, then kurabe's, then the intro/battle where hijiyama shows up in what gouta calls okino's machine. Huh 13 and 15 are gen 2, and 12 is gen 1.

Wahoo "1944". Oh right okino there was something else too im forgetting... Well thats true of everything in this story. G1s are mobile.

Girl think shes's in an alien movie. Hmm 2064. Where's 2024 if its every 40 years. Wonder if the men in black were actually after robot or if they were there for sekigahara. I remember miura being my favorite.

There's 2024 and that helps explain kisaragi. Alien invasion begins in 2024 and has juro has lost by another future point 2064?. Im assuming morimura took kisaragi and yakushigi with her to 1984. Ah deimos code is a relic of an ancient civilization says the incredibly sus cat trying to manipulate the highschooler.

Respect for amaguchi who wants a girl who will beat him up. Shikishima... the company okino infiltrated and leaked sentinels to who then used that tech to become big.

Morimura with her hair down looks a lot like an older fuyusaka. Ok ok morimua and amaguchi brought sentinels from future to 2024 to fight initial wave of deimos which is how juro got there they then sent kisaragi, him, and yakushiji (maybe more?) Even further to 1984. Oh morimua isnt shifting, flat out older and younger versions. And amagichi here is going by ida where have i heard that. Probably not just a dream.

Ah the amnesia and multiple names game. There's too many women with wavy blond hair in this game the dead one in sekigahara's prologue also looks like morimura. Oh hey it is morimura and she's on the shikishima weapons dev team i vaguely remember that. She and the men in black have orders to kill, so they're all probably from shikishima.

I am notoriously bad at real time games and timers stress me out but at the same time I think the tutorial has successfully taught me how basic combat works.

Tutorial over! Starting with kurabe

It is interesting how they do these repeating events, trying to see if i remember the twist correctly. Like last time megumi was prohibited from interacting with juro. Damn it time passes while considering. So according to the dream fuyusaka is morimura and yet juro doesnt recognize the nurse. They bombed a place to stop interstellar development. Its hard to tell how much of izumi's memories actually are gone and how much are being purposefully erased since everytime juro remembers something shiba reports it and he gets wiped. In relentless nightmare older juro/izumi claims the nanomachines used to operate sentinels are what calls deimos and he calls amaguchi, ida. Definitely a different iteration since this time yakushiji is from 2024 but the other were from 1984 and they looked to be in like 2065, but they say juro shifted from the past. Oh hey fuyusaka and morimura show up in the same scene there. Was thinking about how older fuyusaka uses the identical model to morimura.

Well i got locked out so on to fuyusaka. Interesting how for her dream she recognizes morimura as herself and yeah clones or alternate selves or something. And we have at least one start date 2089 as her birthdate. And the boy fuyusaka recognizes as amiguchi is labeled tetsuyu ida in the game. Oh this is the aftermath of that other scene where ida is forced to abandon morimura, shift without her, and told to tell her younger self everything. Which mean that scene took place after izumi killed a lot of people before being taken down by morimura who was only able to save ida. Oooh so ida is the sumire bridge boy, I am connecting so many dots. Scratch that first part izumi murder scene is in 2065 but bridge is 2089 and ida time travel is unknown "judgement day" game has it at 1985 which is when amiguchi dreamed it but dialogue says its 16years after sumire bridge.

Ancient aliens. Damn you "history" channel. Well the giant buried ufo tech (aegis im guessing) that deimos is going after is similar to modern human tech. The kaiju coming in contact with the mainframe started a countdown whatever that means. Rewatched sumire bridge because something was bothering me and yeah how did they both come from 16 years in the future if the future ida came from had an older morimura. Wait unless this morimura takes the slow route back and the time loop isnt stable. Oh is this ufo scene morimura? So maybe aliens maybe ancient invaded and destroyed the world, and okini, izumi, and morimura found a teleporter in a ufo below the city which sent her 16 years into the past she stayed there so that when 16 years passed again she sent ida to her younger self who had just timetraveled. Or 3rd option is that the judgement day scene implies morimura and ida shifted prior to that so who knows what time they actually are from. And all this is under the assumption that this is all one iteration. Afterall there seems to be multiple apocalypses and the world can only end so many times. Theres the destroyed city of 2065 but also 2105 with the ufo scene and both times deimos invade.

I actually wanted to do hijiyama and amiguchi first but both were locked and i want to do all the open ones first. Eh natsumo next. I'd probably be connecting a lot more dots if i memorized everyone's name and sentinel number but eh i always was bad at remembering things. Okino used miura to spread data whatever that means, not ominous at all

Sekigahara. Night before the 2064 battle. Ok this is definitely the least comprehensible conversation. Already its morimura and ida who have alternates identities/clones or whatever that deal is. And with the talk of sectors. Sector 1 is the far future? I cant tell if this is actual time travel they are talking about or if this is already the iterations. I'm guessing before? Because morimira talks about closing the loop? I'm grasping i dont know whats going on. No closing the loop means no more shifting and doubling down on sector 2 aka 2064 so they are already into the iterations. Juicy, ida is using sekigahara to go behind morimura's back and mess with the sentinels. According to ida operation aegis would hack and activate the "ufo" mainframe defense, deactivate the timemachine, and destroy the flow of time which would leave them the only them ones left in a world of chaos whatever that means i wonder if thats the purple destroyed world of 2065 and hey isnt that what we're doing in the battle segments.

Yakushigi: extinguish the evil by shooting them with a gun. Of all the blatant lies to tell... Hmm infection that caused juro's state, is that what okino had miura unknowingly spread. Love how we have the alien flick, all the classic scifi, and now a magical girl.

Miura: of course for the 1944 boy we start the furthest in the future in 2187. Yeah the whole giant space ship fake town twist idk how i feel about it still. I sure as hell makes things more confusing with the dream/past iteration scenes.

He's so sensible. And smart. He's not finding records of the deimos attack of 1945 because he hasnt time traveled so much as distance traveled to another sector. 4 to 3?? What the hell is up with tamao she's having weird dreams too that gotou is supressing with medication that messes with her memory and makes her feel sick, and she's connected to so many characters. Awfully convenient that she's out for the month. Same with the house the blueprint build doesn't have the dent, baby chihiro put it there and it only exists on the 1945 sector's house. That then begs the question where in the miura of 1984? Or does he not exist and there is only ever 1 of each of the 13 in all the sectors at any given time.

Takamiya: oh ida's here. Forgot about morimura earlier too. Wonder what happened to the other miura then, probably dead. *Sigh* all the characters are getting paired off, I actually liked it when it was just a few but looks like everyone is getting paired off which im not fond of. Also let yuki and natsuo be lesbians. Wow ida is slimey the implicit threat of yeah we can move your dad to a safer facility if you cooperate but also we know he's going to get killed and arent going to lift a finger to save him. Siu thats a federal security agency right? Ah so ida and siu hmm perhaps not opposed but on a different agenda to shikishima, morimura is with shikishima. Interesting because in one of the dream scenes ida and morimura were working together. Why does eirika aiba have the same sprite as tamao. Ida was using shinonome's crush on him to use her as a pawn wow slimey or at least some version of ida and shinonome. And what looked to be an older shononome monologued about destroying humanity. Hmm so deimos could be terraforming robots that og? Shinonome reprogrammed. All sectors will fall into a never ending loop... As learned in miura's prologue the sectors were originally fledgling space colonies or their precursors. Shinonome cant function without the pills but the more she takes the more memories she loses. At first i just thought yuki was just attracting lesbians but eirika is getting more sus by the minute.

I already liked kisaragi from her cameos in the others stories but damn 30 seconds into her prologue and i love her. She finds joy in the unique experiences her circumstances have put her in while also realizing she'd being corraled and scheming to get leverage for herself. The shikishima logo inside the kaiju yeah... Terraforming robots as confirmed earlier but now i know shikishima was behind the interstellar project of 2188. Still not sure what the deal was with the two kisaragi's implied by miwako's account.

[kimarisgundam]

Kima. I don't know if I should be happy that you finally realised the rockerboy PC is in love with your PC or if I should be appalled that your brain is wired this way.

I cannot believe that the moment another Anon asked you to imagine Johnny Silverhand's face on that rockerboy PC everything he did suddenly became sweet and loving to you.

Everything you classified as irresponsible and selfish suddenly just became sweet because it's Johnny. Really.

If Johnny pushed you into a sewerage drain is that sweet to you too?

Johnny Sliverhand is also not the smartest person in Night City. I don't know where you got that idea.

Johnny would never shove me into a drain cos he's a nice person. He's a gentleman >_<

But even if he shoved me into a drain, he probably has a really good reason for doing that. Like, it's cos a bullet is going to hit me! Ahhh that's so sweet of him >_<

And you're wrong. He's definitely the smartest person in Night City. He came up with a whole detective story while we were stalking a lady. That seems like super smart to me >_<

(OK fine. I actually noticed that there's some discrepancies between the facts I read in the Cyberpunk Red player's handbook and what Johnny tells me in the game

I do realise that on some level... he's either an unreliable narrator, or he's lying to me 😐

And I actually do disagree with certain things he tells me in the game. I'm more cautious by nature. I firmly believe in the phrase "think before you shoot" especially in Night City, so I personally wouldn't handle certain situations like him

I also disagree with the way he handled some of his relationships. Watching his memories is like watching "Johnny shoots himself in the foot, the movie" sometimes 😐. I'm just there like omg Johnny nooo

^ Don't tell Johnny I said this)

Anyway... I'm not sure how to react to my friend's Rockerboy character anymore @_@

I'm suddenly feeling very shy cos I just realised that IF her Rockerboy really was trying to ask my Netrunner out... I kinda rejected him multiple times in very mean ways @_@

Omg if I knew the "leave the city with me" thing was supposed to be romantic... I wouldn't have scolded him for saying dumb things @_@

And I also would have reacted different when our Rockerboy asked me to put on his jacket @_@

I would probably be more blushy cos omg that's so sweet of him >///<!

But I was like "Did you wash this? Your apartment is worse than a landfill. I hope you at least showered this morning. If you didn't, I'm going to wipe you with my antiseptic wipes later" @_@

^ omg I'm terrible. That was really something I did @_@

Our Rockerboy showed up drunk after a performance our job once and I was like "ok, no. You came here without bathing. Jacket off. I'm sanitising you" and I proceeded to spray the poor guy with hand sanitiser @_@

When he argued with my Netrunner, she lifted his shades and sprayed his face while saying "shut your gonk mouth". I would just end myself if I ever sprayed hand sanitiser into Johnny's eyes 😭

[iwanncry]

I Just Want To Go Home ( Madness Combat x Child! Reader) P.t 2

(( AGAIN THIS IS COMPLETELY PLATONIC, I WILL NEVER EVER INCLUDE P3D0 SHIT IN HERE))

((the reader is gender-neutral so all folks can enjoy!))

((TW: madness combat and abandonment))

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You wake up somewhere you don't exactly recognize, you feel weak and still very tired.

Rubbing your eyes, you notice you're not in the alleyway, you must've passed out due to fear.

"Wait..where even am I..??"

You Panic but not loud enough to draw attention to yourself. In the middle of freaking out, a giant man comes around the corner. and needless to say, you froze just upon seeing him.

" Ah, goodie you're awake!" he said, sounding way friendlier than you expected. It caught you off guard..just a bit.

"w-who...what..-" before you could ask the man who or what he is, the Giant interrupts you and kneels down to get a good look at you and your bandages

" Little one, you can call me Skinner, and don't you worry you're in great hands!"

you get to take in Skinner's details since the lighting wasn't great and his height.

you mentally shudder and you decide it's best not to piss him off.

after Skinner gave you a thumbs up he left the room, you could hear him talking to someone but you try to listen and at least try to identify the voice the mammoth is talking to but you give up and lay back down.

" how long am I going to be here for..? "

you try to dig into your memories trying to find out how you even got separated from both your parents in the first place, but strangely you can't.

you quickly feel yourself getting overwhelmed, the last thing you remember before getting separated from them was your mother driving the car she had managed to steal, and both of your parents were talking about something to do with you, but you were too tired to eavesdrop, sleep overtook you and you saw nothing but darkness. the next thing you know, you opened your eyes they were gone and you were laying on the side of the road...

wait...

did they throw you on the side of the road and drive off?!

you couldn't belive it, did they leave you out there to die?

You covered your mouth as soon as you felt tears sting your eyes and sobbed your hands. trying your best not o be too loud, you just couldn't help it, it hurt so bad.

multiple footsteps approach the area you currently laying in, you quickly wipe the tears from your eyes. you try your best to mask your pain behind some sort of poker face, hopefully, you can blame the red eyes for tiredness.

You see two men and one GIANT skinner come through the wide entrance.

"ah..your awake." a man with a mask said, he had a pretty deep and raspy voice. He also had a pretty cool mohawk, it had streaks of white hairs which confused you a bit because this man didn't look like he was over the age of 50 but it's probably due to stress.

His mask had red lenses and the mask had a weird angry look and you could see bandages wrapped over his mouth.

he wore a grey shirt with a black coat on top and black pants and shoes.

you looked at the other man that came with him you noticed the other one was Sanford due to his name on his dog tag hanging around his neck.

you look up at skinner and as soon as you made eye contact with him he quickly gave you a smile and a little wave. (well you..think it was a smile since his eyes were squinting)

the masked man revealed that his 'name' was 2Bdammned and asked you a bunch of personal questions regarding your race, ethnicity, date of birth, and where you were born.

all of these questions made you a tad bit uncomfy but you told him anyways.

after 2B left you to turn to Sanford and tilted your head at him, he seemed to get the memo and sat right next to you.

"hey chucklehead, how are you feeling?"

"awful, but I'm hanging on" you respond

Sanford nods and puts his hand on your head.

"Your strong y'know that, right? It's not every day I see a kid your age still kicking in Nevada."

he gets up from the seat and you take time to take in his words, it almost made you start crying again.

"take care kiddo, get some sleep we'll talk about your situation tomorrow"

you nod and get comfortable and drifted off to a nice slumber with a visible smile on your face.

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OH MY GOD NEW FATHER FIGURE???/hj

I'm so sorry this took so long to come out I was so busy with school and my mental health hasn't been the best, but I felt way too guilty to not post this and just leave it in drafts.

I do apologize if there are spelling errors '_'

I hope you enjoyed part 2 ^^