#eh he’s got some female victims but he doesn’t enjoy it

[gatoburr0]

Would you think he’s okay when you look at him just chilling there with his emotionless face

[slasherrabbitmadness]

Beach day with the Slashers

Female Reader -Bo- Gender-neutral -everyone else-

Bo- Fingering but no penetration. Dirty talk.

Angst and Fluff with Herbert and Dan (They pronouns used for Y/N) Fluff with Michael and Jason.

Michael Myers (1978 with the extra height of the 2018 one)

> Wants to visit the beach during the day. He’ll even have his mask off. Instead of enjoying the beautiful view of the sun hitting the blue ocean, you spend your day staring at your handsome boyfriend.

> Michael is just there to scan for new victims. He kills people who litter, hates seeing wrappers and cigarette butts littered across nature.

> You egg him on to go swimming, it takes a lot of coaxing. “Please, Michael, just for a little bit.” He points to your belongings on the towel, “They’ll be fine, who’s gonna want to steal some sandwiches and some towels?” He shook his head. You got down on your knees and gave him sad puppy dog eyes. He grumbled then lifted you onto his shoulder, you squealed as you placed your hands on his firm back, rubbing his taut muscles.

> When he got up to his pecs in the water he threw you in. You came up for air, “Mikey, what the hell!?”

> “What? You wanted in the water.” He gave a small smile.

> He made you swim in front of the beach while he just stood in the water and watched. He knew you’d be fine, it was your belongings he was worried for. You caught his eyes, his already dark blue eyes were now matching the deepest parts of the ocean. He barreled through the water, pushing you aside. You watched him as he made his way up onto the beach.

> Some fuck had the bright idea to do some stealing. He just happens to choose the one man’s belongings you don’t fuck with.

> Before that guy had time to react to a six-foot-three man, hauling ass like he is a tiger chasing after a deer, Michael clocked him so hard in the face the man immediately went down.

> People stood around Michael, some congratulating him for knocking out a thief, others gawked “My God he swung that punch so hard.” “Is the thief even breathing?” Michael stood over your belongings, and turned back towards you, just making your way out of the ocean. Michael was mad, but not as mad at what he saw next.

> Some random beach Chad made his way over to you, “Yo, that was wild huh?” You gave a quick, “Ya.” not caring to speak to him, just wanted to get back to your boyfriend. “He just knocked that guy out in one punch.” You made your way up the beach, he grabbed at you “Hey, be careful, probably want to stay aw-”

>The poor sap never stood a chance, Michael swung his fist so hard Chad went flying back into the water.

> “I’ve had enough, we're leaving.”

> You were gonna protest, but when you scanned the crowd, you realized that yeah, we’re gonna go home.

> Walking back home, Michael held your hand, tightly. “Mikey?” He grunts, “You don’t like people touching your belongings, huh?” You turned to look up at him and he caught you in a kiss. He snuck his tongue in, dominating yours, you moaned and he pulled away. You whined and he smiled.

> “what’s mine is mine.”

Jason Voorhees

> He’s the beach’s lifeguard, so if you wanna spend a beach day with Jason, you’ll have to do it after hours. You would, but Jason takes the evening shifts too.

> Everybody loved Jason. Kids loved him, he was always so nice to them after all. He gave them swimming lessons. He was always so patient with them, never getting mad if a kid was struggling to grasp the basics.

> Men and Women loved Jason. His stoic demeanor, his calming presence...his bulging muscles. Jason was oblivious to all kinds of flirting. “Your hands are like, so big!” said a bubbly tanned beach bunny. Jason just grunts. A muscle-bound beach bro asked, “Bet you lift a lot eh, what’s your macros?” Jason just looked at his large bicep, he shrugged.

> When you visit him at work he gives you small waves then his eyes go right back to the water, not wanting to miss anything. Dedicated <3

> He doesn’t take a proper lunch break, he’ll eat his food while watching the beach, scarfing down the food as fast as possible.

> After a long day, you’ll finally have Jason all to yourself.

> Night swimming!

> You and Jason have splash fights, that he often wins, his large palms create huge splashes that knock you back into the water.

> Keeps you incredibly close in the water, will bug you to wear a life jacket if you ever swam without him. He’s very protective.

> Holds you close to him the further out you go. He won’t let you go, so it’s the perfect time to smother him in kisses.

> Jason hums into your kisses, his large hands running up and down your back, the water and his hands feel perfect on your skin.

> Jason couldn’t be happier that you're together.

Herbert West + Dan Cain - Poly relationship or what Derrick Barry calls a ‘throuple’

> “Please Herbert, for me?” He grimaced at you. Don’t you know how busy he is? Perfect specimens don’t just end up dead you know? Someones gotta end a life! You sighed and brought out the big gun. “Well, Dan said-” The moment Dan left your lips, Herbert was pushing you and him out the door.

> You and Dan had a blast, building castles, collecting seashells, playing some beach volleyball with another friendly couple.

> Herbert sulked under the beach umbrella, nose in a large medical textbook.

> “If you come with us, Herbert, we’ll get you a grape freezie!” Dan coaxed but it did not affect Herbert. Herbert waved you both off as if you were two mosquitoes bugging him.

> You and Dan walked hand in hand, swinging them in between yourself on your way to the little concession stand. “You sure it was for the best we brought him, Dan?” Dan looked at you and frowned, your eyes were a little glossy. “He only came because you were coming.” You felt the tears rolling down your cheek.

> “fuck, Herbert, you little monster.” Dan cursed to under his breath. Dan knew Herbert gravitated more towards him. It’s not that Herbert didn’t like you, just Dan was there first. Dan never told you but he often caught Herbert staring at you, a softness in his eyes that Dan knew meant one thing…

> “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, quickly rubbing the back of your hand over your eyes. Dan shushed you and brought you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head.

> “Don’t be, Herbert should be. Some Vitamin D is much needed for his pale little body. I’ll talk to him, okay? In the meantime, focus on me!”

> Dan and you continued with the most fun day ever. You ate your freezies, swapping flavors halfway through. A little boy asked Dan to help with flying his kite, Dan’s height coming in handy.

> Herbert stewed in his spot under the umbrella, watching you and Dan have fun, “Hmph, wasting time.” He kept peeking from his book, eyes on you, how you smiled when you looked into Dan’s eyes, how you leaned in closer, head resting on his shoulder. How Dan wrapped his arm around your waist, lips on your ear whispering...God knows what, Herbert can only imagine.

> “They could just yank me away from this, make me spend time with them...not that I want to. But if they dragged me away from my book then I’d have no choice.”

> When it got late, You and Dan packed away everything into the bags, Herbert supervised. How helpful/s

> Dan had you drop a few of the smaller items at the car on your own, he made Herbert help with some of the heavier items. As your figure became smaller and smaller in the distance, Dan turned to Herbert, “You know, they wer-”

> “I can’t believe you two, frolicking about so openly.” Herbert had cut Dan off. Herbert fumbled with the bags while trying to push up his glasses. Dan fumed.

> “You mean act like a couple, which we are, which you're a part of. Or are you only a couple with me?”

> Herbert snapped “excuse me, you and Y/N are most certainly a couple, which I have no part of.”

> Dan scoffed and shook his head “They want to be with you too, Herbert, They do like you, They feel upset with how you treat them. Now I know deep down you adore them, you best start showing it.”

> Herbert stopped, he looked at Dan and then at you in the distance starting the car.

> Later that night, Herbert had asked if you’d help in the basement. As tired as you were, you went to help. Herbert scarcely looked at you, but he found ways to touch you. Hands ghosting over yours as you handed him some flasks. Grabbing your hips softly to move you out of the way.

> “Everything good, Herbert?” You asked. His eyes looked everywhere but you. He stepped a little closer to you, His face only a foot away.

> He smashed his lips onto yours and wrapped you up in his arms. His hands rubbing along your sides, pulling you in so tight you were surprised he was strong enough to bring pain that way.

> “Don’t cry over me. Okay?” Your face felt hot, you nodded. “You are mine too, not just Dan’s, okay?” You nodded again. “Good. Now kiss me.”

> The kiss started tender but that just wasn’t gonna cut it with all the tension between you two.

Bo Sinclair /Female reader/

> Lookin’ at all the pretty girls go by.

> Catches you catching him staring, flashes his baby blues at you, “C’mon darling, you know you're still the apple of mah eye.”

> Gets pissed when other guys check you out. Strolls on over and wraps an arm around you, sneering at the Chads and Kyles.

> “You just had to wear that sexy little number, didn’t ya?” He snarled in your face. You grabbed your tits in the cute red bikini and gave them a Lil shake.

> Bo yanked you away from the beach, you protested, hitting his large forearm, “Bo, what the hell? Oh come on, you act like a leech an-” He cut you off, his lips slammed onto yours, the kiss was teeth and a little tongue action.

> Bo had yanked you away to some run-down looking bathrooms, the paint was so old it looked like the original coat from the 1960s

> “Now, Darlin, looks like you’ve just been wanting to rial me up now, huh? Wanting those sons of bitches to fuck you?” He leaned in close to your ear, his heavy breathing making you shake with anticipation. He suckled on it, causing you to buckle at the knees.

> “Bo, no I didn’t wan-want ah, the- them to” You were panting as he made small circles on your clit over your bikini bottoms. His fingers were calloused but he could be surprisingly gentle.

> “Now, yah best be quiet so no one hears ya, understood, Doll?” You whimpered and Bo flashed you his pearly whites. “That’s a good girl.”

> You should make him jealous more often.

[bamfdaddio]

X-Men Abridged: 1981 - the Body-Swap

The X-Men, those body-swapping mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. We’ve been untangling that history for a while, but sometimes, you really want a more in-depth look. Interested? Then read the (un)Abridged X-Men!

(Uncanny X-Men 151 - 152) - by Chris Claremont and Josef Rubinstein

Emma Frost and her frenemy Ororo Munroe have not been getting along! One fateful evening, as the two quibble away, they mysteriously switch bodies and minds. Talk about your Freaky Friday! What lessons will they learn, walking a mile in one another’s shoes? And will they be able to switch back, or will they stay in each other’s bodies forever? Mutant Monday, coming soon to a cinema near you. Starring: Elizabeth Banks, Angela Bassett and Elliot Page. (PG-13)

For a moment, we’re in a proper period drama: a letter delivers ill tidings!

I love that Kitty’s parents are so self-involved that it took them A WHOLE YEAR to realize that it’s weird that Kitty is the only non-adult attending the Xavier Institute.

I can only assume the mailman interrupted a pool party of some kind? Or a communal shower? I get why Kurt would not swim a lot - all that fur - but did Scott wear that while they were splashing around? Was it a beach volleyball competition where one half got to wear swimsuits and the other half superhero costumes? Most importantly, was Scott’s costume always this tight?

Not that I’m complaining, mind you.

The awful thing is that Kitty’s parents are transferring her to the Massachusetts Academy, not realizing that headmistress Emma Frost is, in fact, a terrible human being. Charles, uncharacteristically, says that changing their minds telepathically is a line he does not cross (any more) and half the viewing audience bursts out in laughter. More importantly, last they saw Emma, she was kind of dead-by-Phoenix, so it might be better there this time? Kitty does a Classic Teenage Stomp-Off and Storm comes to comfort her. Kitty cries that life is unfair (“My parents are only doing this because they’re splitting up”) and Ororo tells her that yes, life is unfair. You just gotta roll with the punches as best you can.

To be fair, bald men are technically all cheek, so it doesn’t matter where you kiss them.

While I enjoy the relationship Kitty has with the other X-Men (Scott gave her a compliment! Logan told her his name!), especially the mother-daughter-bond she shares with Ororo, the whole Piotr-thing always gives me pause. Even if we’re being very generous with age, Kitty is, what? 14 going on 15? And Piotr is… 19? At best? I get why Kitty would have a crush on him: he’s a gentle hunky giant: at fifteen, my teenage ass would have felt the exact same viz-a-viz Colossus’ upper arms. The fact that Piotr reciprocates feels skeevy, though, especially because they’re always treated like star-crossed idiots these days.

Skee-vy.

Ororo drives Kitty to Massachusetts, where her young ward is greeted by someone named Muffy and whisked away for orientation. All seems well. Ororo stands in a parlour, surveying the grounds and considering that they should have fought harder for Kitty. Still, nothing seems too wrong just yet: this Academy just seems very preppy.

Not-at-all-dead Emma takes her cue and jumps out, saying (essentially): “Surprise motherfucker.”

There’s a flash of light, and then...

I’m willing to bet that Emma’s EVIL journal has the following to-do-list: - Steal Storm’s body. - Experiment with her powers. - See how good Storm looks in white. (Leather? Fur?! Both!??) - REWARD: Smoke break.

I wonder if Emma’s plan hinged on being able to body-swap with Storm, or whether any X-Man would have sufficed. Was her original target Xavier? Cyclops? What if one of Kitty’s parents had brought her to Massachusetts, would she have taken Kitty instead?

In a locked cell, Storm wakes up in Emma’s body and is horrified. I wonder why Emma didn’t take any more precautions. Couldn’t the guy who made the freaky friday-gizmo also make a power dampener to nullify not!Emma’s telepathic abilities? Or did Emma count on her victim being so utterly incapacitated by her mind-powers that they’d be driven mad? (This would actually tie in with some of Emma’s later-revealed history: when her powers first emerged, she also got locked away in a padded room because of her madness.)

Emma is not wrong, by the way: Storm can’t get a handle on Emma’s powers. What follows is possibly the sweetest moment in an arc filled with sweet moments:

This arc isn’t drawn by any of the regulars - not Byrne, not Cockrum - but Josef Rubinstein brings his own kind of panache to the pages. I love the way he draws women’s faces: in a story that’s all about women, their faces are actually distinguishable. Kudoz.

Emma, meanwhile, coordinates with Sebastian Shaw to execute the second part of their two-pronged attack on the X-Men. They both laugh evilly in their phones while the mansion is attacked by Sentinels! These androids take out Cyclops and Xavier with some sleeping gas and knock out Nightcrawler, but the rest of the X-Men manage to trounce these robots. Then ‘Storm’ appears! She zaps the rest of the X-Men (and Amanda Sefton), successfully finishing their master-plan.

It’s not entirely clear what the Hellfire Club wants with the X-Men this time, but I’m assuming it’s more experimentation to improve the sentinels? Eh, doesn’t matter! Nefarious Hellfire Club is nefarious.

The real Storm, meanwhile, comes to claim Kitty, forgetting that she looks like the one and only Emma Frost. Kitty spooks and Storm accidentally reaches out, knocking her out telepathically. Whoops! Storm takes Kitty and flees in a car, while Emma gives chase. (How dare Ororo run off with her body, which is absolutely the kind of hypocritical hilariousness we all love Emma for.)

Kitty awakens and jumps from the car, causing Storm to swerve and...

JETSTREAM!? Speaking of which, where are the Hellions in all of this?

Kitty sees that an unconscious ‘Emma’ is about to burn to a tender and moist little crisp and she is faced with the hero’s dilemma: would you save a villain that would never save you?

Emma, meanwhile, has realized the downside to body-swapping: somebody else gets to run around with your body too. Shaw, of all people, talks her down from her anger.

You can’t just introduce a persona exchange gun to the plot WITHOUT EXPLAINING WHERE THE FUCK YOU GOT IT FROM.

My favorite detail is that Emma keeps calling Kitty brat, like she’s some sort of Pokémon-villain.

Kitty, meanwhile, has saved ‘Emma’ and tied her up with a special knot. Storm tries to convince Kitty, going for the “ask me something only Storm would know”, but Kitty’s all: “Duh, you’re a telepath.” Ororo insists, but the thing that clinches it is when she breaks free of her ties without breaking a sweat. That knot was taught to Kitty by Ororo and she’d be the only one who knew how to break out of it.

Storm and Kitty recruit Stevie Hunter to come pick them up and during the ride, Storm-being-angry-mother!Storm convinces Kitty more than anything else:

After all, Storm was voted most likely to say: “If you don’t stop this nonsense immediately, I will turn this Blackbird around, so help me God!”

Ororo and Kitty sneak inside. Ororo even uses Emma’s telepathy to help her pick a lock after phasing through a door. (Kind of funny: Kitty’s still such a neophyte that she can’t even phase with anyone else yet.) Emma, meanwhile, taunts the captured X-Men, presenting herself as the new white queen:

Anybody feel the inclination to point out that the Hellfire Club did this exact same thing last year, except then they tried it with a redhead?

I secretly suspect that the Hellfire Club’s plots always revolve around seducing X-Men to their side and dressing them up in sexy lingerie. (Which: fair.) There’s also a subplot where the guys Wolverine cut apart last year want to exact revenge on him for being made bionic, but eh. We’ll start paying attention to them when they become actual Reavers.

Kitty phases through the locks of the X-Men, freeing them, and a kerfuffle ensues. Emma starts using Storm’s powers, but they grow out of control. Colossus tosses Shaw out of the window - which should just be company policy, really: all Shaws should be defenestrated - where he’s promptly hit by a rogue thunderbolt.

When he doesn’t get up, Emma starts to lose it. The weather goes wild. Storm intervenes, using her telepathic power to help calm down Emma (and the raging storm), but she also manages to get a hold of the swap-gun. There’s a zap, and with a satisfied sigh, the status-quo is restored again.

My favorite implication is that, apparently, Emma decides which school Kitty attends and not her parents.

While this little arc is neither the most iconic nor the most profound of 1981 -- those would be Days of Future Past and I, Magneto, respectively -- I still love this for a couple of reasons.

As a lover of Freaky Friday, 17 Again and the new Jumanji-film, I just have a soft spot for body swap plots. (Hi Psylocke!)

It focuses on the Xavier Institute as a school, planting seeds for the upcoming New Mutants.

It is very female-driven without beating you over the head with it. (Looking at you, Birds of Prey.)

It has three definitive main characters, who all get fleshed out in fun and interesting ways. It starts the trend of robbing Ororo of some of her powers and tossing her into against-the-odds circumstances, only for her to come out on top.

It solidifies the Storm/Kitty mother/daughter (or older/younger sibling) dynamic. Kitty is a believable teenager when it comes to Storm - clever and kind, but also looking for answers and prone to rash decisions - and I love how much they care for each other.

Jean/Storm-friendship-callback, yay!

Emma gets fleshed out as a villain. Resourceful and petty, powerful and vain. It’s no wonder she’s one of the break-out antagonists of the X-Men, because, like Magneto, Claremont is not afraid of giving her depth. Arguably, she is the most three-dimensional of the Hellfire Club at this point.

Yay! And fuck completely sensible plots, if you don’t know what to do with your plot, just introduce a random persona exchange gun. Let’s use it on Xavier and Legion in Way of X next!

[onechicagorpf]

Not A Stranger - Part 3

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader (Chicago Med intern)

Waking up in bed next to a random naked guy after a drunken night out usually sucks, but eh, whatever. you’ll never see him again, right? Well except this time, random naked guy turns out to be your ED attending’s little brother, so maybe you’re a little bit screwed…

Read Part 1 here Read Part 2 here Read Part 4 here

Warnings: SMUT. A little bit of R-rated smut! Swearing, the usual cuss words. Some angst/PTSD, although it’s not overtly discussed. Dubious medical content (discussion of amputation & blood), some of which has been shamelessly lifted from a season 3 episode of Code Black!

A/N: So there’s definitely going to be a Part 4, lol! I’ll try and have it out by this time next week. Send me asks/messages/leave a note if you liked this and want to see more - it really makes me feel so much less insecure about my writing ahaha! Also do send me short prompts or requests that I can fill as blurbs (i.e. nothing that’s going to be a several chapter story - I will request those later on!) - preferably for Jay but I can do Will as well! Female!Halstead sibling is also okay :) Anyway enough talking, enjoy!

PS: I make mention of bearded Jay in this chapter; this gif is totally the version of him I had in my head for this chapter!

"Walter Holden. 16 years old, victim of an auto accident, came in with a dislocated right leg."

There's droplets of rain on the other side of the windows. It blurs the view - all of a sudden, the buildings you can usually see from the 13th floor of the hospital are just fuzzy, beige blocks.

"Preliminary exam showed no other major trauma, and his vital signs were strong. His leg just had to be reset."

A shudder goes down your spine - was the hospital's conference room always this cold? Well, you don't know - you've never been in here before.

"Dr Halstead advised 10 mil of morphine, but the patient refused pain medication, and the leg was reset. It was at this point that Dr Halstead handed the patient off to Dr Y/L/N, requesting her to evaluate his leg for blood flow."

There's been a strange tapping noise for the last 5 minutes, but only now do you realise it's your fingers against the oval, wooden table.

"Dr Y/L/N? Dr Y/L/N!" You snap out of your reverie and look up. Dr Lanik's glaring at you. You apologise. He takes his seat, next to Mrs Goodwin and Will, both of whom send you a soft smile that doesn't quite reach their eyes. They're trying to be reassuring, but it doesn't matter - you're ready to drown yourself.

Clearing your throat, you speak. "I was instructed to evaluate his right leg for blood flow. I did so by checking his pulses, uh, dorsalis pedis and posterior tibialis." You pause, as some of the other occupants in the conference room - all members of the board or lawyers, all wearing pristine suits and a cold, calculating expression - turned to look at each other.

You clear your throat again. "It was a uh, a textbook exam."

"I'm sorry, in which textbook does it say to check for an arterial injury by just palpating a pulse?" Dr Lanik cuts in sharp.  Will closes his eyes, as you struggle to breath normally.

"90% of all patients - "

"I can't hear you, Dr Y/L/N." Dr Lanik's voice booms across the room, and Will's had it.

"This is ridiculous, there's no need to be intimidating her like this - she's a first year resident and - "

"And she was satisfied with a pulse check to evaluate blood flow? Do I need to remind everyone here that the acceptable course of action in this scenario is to order a doppler or an ABI? That boy's leg was sitting for ages without proper blood flow, and eventually the best we could do for him was amputate it."

Will shakes his head vehemently. "Pathology's looked over the leg - they determined that the severity of the accident combined with the amount of time it took CFD to extricate Holden from the car meant that his leg wasn't viable before he even stepped into the ED." Will turns to you, his eyes piercing as he spoke directly to you.

"There was nothing you could've done that would've changed the outcome. Nothing."

You take a deep breath. You don't nod.

"Alright, we've heard everything we need to hear." The head of the legal department says, after a few moments of discussion with the board members. "Given the findings from Pathology, we will not be terminating Dr Y/L/N's employment here at Chicago Med. However, we recommend that her OR privileges be revoked, and that she is attached to an attending for a duration of 2 months, by which point hopefully she will learn that not every case is a textbook case." She stares directly at you. "Dismissed." Chairs scrape against the floor as everyone makes their leave.

Will places his hand on your shoulder, and you realise you haven't moved even after everyone's left.

His voice is soft. "We all make mistakes. And - "

"I could've been the reason he lost his leg. If he'd come in with ample time to save the leg, and I just - and I just didn't realise it, I could've been the reason a kid had to lose a leg." There's tears in your eyes as you turn to look at Will, who just sighs.

"Yeah. But that's not what happened."

"I got lucky." You shrug, tears freely streaming down your face now. "I just got lucky."

Will doesn't say anything. He just hugs you.

***

It's not the kind of thing you just get over, you realise, because it's been 5 days since it happened but you can't get it out of your head. You've been barely getting any sleep; often you jerk awake in the middle of the night or the early hours of the morning, after which it's next to impossible to fall asleep again. It's also affecting your work more than just making you tired - you keep second-guessing your medical judgements, deferring to Will or Natalie or Ethan for anything and everything. None of them bite at you for it, because they know what's going on and they know what you're going through, but some part of you wishes they would. Wishes that they'd just grab you by the shoulders and shake you, and say "Be a damn doctor."

Dr Charles met with you for lunch earlier today, and you lamented your troubles. The kind and thoughtful psychiatrist patiently listened, before giving you some wisdom you needed to hear. Amongst which was "find a distraction".

"You mean focus on something else?" You asked, chasing a watermelon cube at the bottom of your fruit cup.

"Yeah, but it's a little bit of a dangerous tactic. See, you don't want to distract yourself from dealing with the pain and the guilt you feel, because emotions don't tend to go away when you suppress them like that. But if you're having trouble processing it, it can be helpful to take your mind off of it for a while, wait til some time has passed and it's not so...intense. And maybe then it'll be easier to tackle and get over, y'know?" Dr Charles advised and you nodded, taking it in.

You think about what exactly you could do to distract yourself as you finish your shift and make your way towards your car in the parking lot.

Maybe I should take up painting?

The thought of yourself - little miss notoriously bad at anything artsy - trying to paint has you chuckling softly. You're about to give up on this whole distract yourself thing when, as if on cue, your phone buzzes with a text message. You get into your car, turn on the heating, and pull out your phone.

J.H. 11:32PM

So...guess who's back :)

You can't help the smile on your face. Jay's been undercover for the past week - it actually got started the next morning after the night you went over for "hockey". He'd gotten a text early in the morning asking him to come in, and so the two of you had actually barely spoken since...the festivities of that night.

You 11:33PM

Congrats, detective :)

J.H. 11:33PM

Wanna come over and help me celebrate?

Huh. Well maybe Dr Charles wasn't off-target with the whole "distract yourself" thing - although you're positive having meaningless sex is probably not one of the healthy methods of distraction that he was envisioning.

But quickly, you realise it doesn't matter - ever since what happened, you haven't been sleeping well at night. It's been close to 6 days and you're wrecked, so maybe some good, tires-you-out-completely sex is exactly what you need?

You 11:34PM

Be there in 15

 J.H. 11:34PM

Can't wait :)

 Your lips curve into a smile as you pull out of the parking lot and down into the main road.

***

"I've been waiting to do this...for so long..." Jay murmurs in your ear before pressing kisses down the side of your neck, his hands roaming all over your body. You tilt your head to the side, exposing the expanse of your neck to him.

“It’s only been…a couple ‘a days…” You reply softly, and you feel Jay’s huffs of soft laughter into your neck. You turn to look at him, pulling away. “What?”

There’s a teasing smile on his face. “Most women take it as a compliment if a guy says he hasn’t stopped thinking about her.”

You shake you head, putting on a teasing look, “Uh-uh, that’s not what you said, you said you’ve been wanting to do this – ”

“It was implied – ”

“It wasn’t implied and even if it was – ”

“It was implied and even if it wasn’t, that’s still a compliment.” Jay says pointedly, a huge grin on his face. You narrow your eyes at him, trying to hide the growing smile on your face. He chuckles, seeing right through you.

You smack his arm. “You keep laughing at me in bed and I’m gonna get mad.” This gets Jay full-on laughing, and your jaw drops in pretend-outrage. “You fucking – ”

“No, no, no c’mere – ” Jay pacifies you, leaning over you, arms on either side of you as he starts to kiss your face, your jaw, the corner of your mouth. But there’s still the slightest smile pulling up the corners of his lips, and when he presses them to your lips, you can’t help but laugh into the kiss. Jay reaches up and holds your face, the kiss becoming soft, loving, drawn-out, and some feeling deep in your core tells you you’re just…somewhere else right now. You don’t know how to describe it, other than that everything in this moment feels perfect, feels right.

A shiver goes down your spine, and maybe it’s because Jay’s shifted, and is now sucking a spot on the base of your neck, hard and strong and deep, and his hands are skimming downwards, unbuttoning your soft cotton top before unzipping your jeans. And maybe it’s because you don’t know what the fuck you are doing here, with him, with all of this. You think about how wrong this is, how bad this is, how his brother’s your boss and this was just supposed to be one drunken hookup and then it became two (except you weren’t even drunk that time) and now it’s about to become three –

“Y/N?” Jay calls softly, and you look at him – his hands resting gently over the hem of your panties, his face hovering over the space between your legs, and the look of…almost reverence in his shining green eyes.

You stop thinking.

Your hands reach downward, sliding your panties off and Jay eagerly helps, getting them off completely. Just like last time, Jay draws out the foreplay – kissing, licking, and nipping at the skin of your inner thighs, making the heat in your core build. Running your fingers through his dark hair, you yank it a little to get him to get going, and he pinches your hip – a quick slap of the wrist. Laughing, you repeat the action, pulling on his hair, and he groans.

“You’re real impatient, you know?”

“Jayyyyyyyy,” You whine, pouting down at him. He’s got this look of a predator – a confident, cocky smile on his face. Jay dips his head down, his mouth making contact with your cunt.

“There we go,” You murmur, gasping as you feel his hot breath on your most sensitive regions. Jay’s hands grip tight into your supple skin, holding your thighs open for him as his tongue circles your opening. Your back arcs as you moan, the sensation of his tongue on you setting off what feels like fireworks in your head. Jay’s mouth presses into you, hard and deep, his tongue licking and lapping at your now sopping wet cunt.

��Fuck, fuck, fuck – ” You whisper, eyelids fluttering shut as Jay softly flicks his tongue over your clit. He repeats the motion, going up and down, teasing your clit and your hip jerks upwards sharply in response. Settling your ass back down against his soft sheets, you catch your breath and mutter a soft apology – “Shit, sorry,” – and Jay taps your thigh, a silent “don’t worry about it”, as he’s nosed his way back between your legs immediately.

Jay laps at your folds and you try to keep your head about you, try to not lose your mind, but it just feels so good. He sucks your clit into his mouth gently and your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Oh my god, ohhh my god – fuck!” You whimper, as he keeps sucking your clit, pausing to flick his tongue over it. Your fingers clutch the sheets around you hard enough to rip holes in them. The loud moans out of your mouth are bordering on screams. The feeling in your core, the heat, starts rising like a wave reaching a shore –

“I’m gonna – I’m gonna – I’m gonna – ah, ah, ahhhh – fuck! Fuck, fuck – Jay! Jay!” You scream, your vision whiting out completely as you arch off the bed, riding out the waves of pleasure wrecking your body. You hands fly downwards to grab Jay’s head as you jerk away from his still-working mouth, your oversensitive clit causing tears to pool in your eyes. Pulling him up, you whisper his name over and over again, like he’s the only gospel you know. Jay shifts up, laying down next to you and pulling you close, your bodies fitting into each other like a perfect pair of puzzle pieces. You look at him through your teary eyes and all you see are his green irises staring right back at you with a measure of something dark and lustful in them. You hold his face in your hands, running a thumb over the rough stubble of his cheeks, his jaw, where a soft beard has started to grow. His lips are glossy and wet, from you, and you see now there’s a soft pink line going across his nose that you trace with your hands, frowning.

“I’m okay,” Jay says in a soothing voice.

“What happened?” You ask, concerned, the frown between your eyebrows deepening as you look up at him.

A soft smile. “Kinda got into a fight. Guy tried to punch me, I dodged it, but his fingernail scratched me. It’s fine.” Jay replies quickly, and his face is so close to yours that you’re breathing the same air. You don’t say anything, but you must still be frowning because Jay speaks again. “It’s literally just a scratch.” You hum softly in response, running your hands down his front, unbuttoning his shirt, scanning the expanse of his chest and abdomen with your fingertips and your eyes.

Jay lifts your chin and you turn back to him. “What?”

“Are you checking me for other injuries?” He asks, chuckling. You look back down, pausing for a moment. “Maybe…it’s not like you’d tell me if you got hurt, right?” Jay just laughs, and there’s your answer. You ignore the burgeoning feelings in your heart of some kind of dejection.

Your fingers run over a sliver of raised skin, on his lower right flank. It’s a thin, pale pink scar that runs about 3 inches. You work in an ED – you know exactly what this is.

“You were stabbed?” You ask, stunned. “When?”

Jay sighs, grabbing your fingers in his hand and holding them closed. “Army stuff. Not a big deal.” He pushes your fingers away to your own body, and then reaches for the blanket and pulls it up over the two of you, like as if the conversation’s over.

“You don’t want to talk about the Army,” you point out, as Jay lays on his back, some distance between the two of you. He sighs again, looking upwards at the ceiling. “Is that a question or a statement?”

You know you shouldn’t push, but you do anyway.

“You should talk to someone about it  – ”

“I talk to people about it. I have.” Jay’s voice is tight. He’s still not looking at you.

“You can talk to me about it...” You say, and you’re terrified. Because what you’re really asking is “Do you think I’m close enough, do you care about me enough to let me in?”.

Jay turns to you, a soft smile on his face. “It’s fine. I’ve got other people for that.”

Hiding the immense desolation that’s weighing like an anchor on your chest from showing, you just send a shallow smile his way. 

He’s got other people for that. He’s got other people for sharing his feelings, his pain, his suffering, his life. He doesn’t want you for that, I mean, why would he share all of that with you? You’re just a warm body – some random girl he’s having sex with. Nothing more.

You pull the blankets tighter around you, turning away from Jay. Trying your best to quell the wave of sadness flooding what feels like every single part of you, you drift asleep. 

***

“Dr Y/N?”

You turn, and there’s Walter Holden on a bed in the ED.

“Walter?” You walk to his side, stunned. He’s crying – tears spilling out of his soft baby blue eyes, his youthful face scrunched up in pain and anguish.

“Why did you do this to me? Why?!” He yells, his voice cracking. You shake your head. “Walter, Walter I’m so sorry – I didn’t know, I didn’t know, I didn’t mean to – ” You choke on your words, and as you look down the bed you realise that Walter’s amputated leg is bleeding at the stump.

“Oh god, oh my god – ” You get up, shocked as the blood starts gushing. Walter screams.

“Help me! Dr Y/N – help me! Help me!”

You hear your heart hammering in your ears, your head is spinning, you stand up and you feel faint.

Will rushes into the room. He starts holding as much gauze as he can to Walter’s leg. Nurses and doctors flood the room, and they begin moving Walter out. You’re standing, back pressed to the treatment room wall, aghast. 

Will turns to you, his face red with rage. “What are you even doing?! Fucking hell, Y/N – you can’t do anything right?!”

There’s a painful lump in your throat, and you can’t breathe. Something grabs your hand and you snap your head. It’s Walter, and as they wheel his bed out, he looks at you with so much fury and torment in his eyes.

“YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE A DOCTOR!”

“No, no, no, I’m so sorry Walter, I’m so sorry – I’m so sorry – this can’t be happening, no, no no no – ” Tears stream down your face and you start shaking. Your knees buckle, and you fall to the ground, sobs wracking your body. Somewhere in the distance, you hear your name being called, but you can’t answer, you can’t do this anymore, you can’t – you just can’t…

“Y/N! Y/N!”

You jolt, your eyes flying open. Jay’s over you, his eyebrows drawn together, his eyes wide, concerned, his hands holding your shoulders where you realise he’s been shaking you – shaking you because – because –

Fuck.

It was a fucking nightmare. Again.

You let out a cry of pain, bringing your hands up to cover your face. “Breathe, just breathe.” Jay says softly, rubbing your arms up and down.

After about a minute, when you don’t feel so shaken anymore, you wipe your eyes and slowly sit up. Jay shifts with you, sitting right next to you. You can’t look him in the eyes.

“I’m – I’m sorry I woke you,” you whisper to your palms, resting atop your folded legs.

“Don’t – don’t worry about that. Y/N, what happened? It sounded pretty bad…” Jay says and you shake your head.

“I’m fine, it’s fine – ” Your hands run through your hair roughly. You need to go. You need to go – you need to leave – you can’t be here –you can’t be here with him –

“Hey. Hey,” Jay repeats, when you don’t answer. He reaches across and his warm hard gently grabs your face, trying to get you to look at him but you just push his hand away. You get up, grabbing your underwear and jeans from the ground and start getting dressed.

“Y/N!” Jay gets off the bed, and comes to you. You sidestep him, or at least you try to, but he’s much taller than you and his shoulders are broad; he stands in your way and grabs your arms softly.

“Y/N, look at me – ”

“Why?” 

You give him what he wants. You look up at him, you stare him directly in his eyes, shaking in anger and fear and what feels like the weight of the world on your shoulders. 

“Hmm? Why? This isn’t – you don’t care – what does it matter –” You yell at him, your mind frazzled as you fall apart in his arms.

The frown on Jay’s face gets deeper, and he shakes his head, leaning close. “Hey, talk to me. C’mon, you can talk to me – ”

“Why the fuck would I talk to you? You’re just some guy I’m sleeping with!” You spit harshly, shaking his hands off and stepping back. Jay’s mouth falls open, and his shoulders sag. His face contorts into something awful - dismay, defeat, hurt.

For a moment, you want to run back into his arms – apologise, say you didn’t mean it, say you’re just scared – but you don’t. You move around him, grabbing your shirt. You put it on and make your way out of his bedroom, and out of his apartment.

You don’t know why you said what you did. Actually, scratch that, you know exactly why you said that. In fact, you know exactly why you’re what you’re doing.

Every relationship you’ve ever had up to this point’s fucked you over. Every single one. You’ve been cheated on, you’ve been lied to, you’ve been told you were just some piece of ass, not an actual girlfriend. And now?

Now you’re scared shitless of what this thing between the two of you is. You’re scared shitless that you’re making a mistake by screwing around with your boss’s brother and you’re –

Well.

You’re scared shitless you’re falling for him.

So, you do what you do best. Dump out of this, push the self-destruct button. Get him to push you away so you don’t have to go through the pain of falling for the guy you can’t have. The one that you know’s going to screw you over, because he’s going to realise he only really sees you as a hookup – that he doesn’t love you.

You try to hold back the tears, because you’re driving home and the last thing you need right now is a car accident. There’s a buzzing sound from your phone and you perk up. As much as you want to tell yourself to not get your hopes high, you can’t help yourself, and you speed down the road to the red light so you can push the brakes and wait. Your fingers wrap around your phone and you immediately check the screen. 

The smile on your face falls – it’s just a stupid notification from Instagram. You toss your phone back onto the passenger seat, hard enough that it bounces off and hits the ground. Tears once again threaten to fill your eyes, and there’s a painful lump in your throat. You swipe at your cheeks, where a single tear has made its escape, and turn to look at the screen next to your steering wheel – it shows the time as 3:45AM. Leaning back against your car seat, a deep sigh exits your lungs.

You realise there’s no way you’re going to sleep again today, what with the whole Jay thing on top of the Walter Holden nightmare that’s been haunting you for the last 6 days now.

The lights turn green.

Swearing under your breath, you throw your car into a U-turn and drive to Med instead.

[loverlele]

I’m A Believer

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Warnings: some bad language, that's about it for this one

A/N: It’s currently nearly 1am, I can't sleep and I am bored as hell. I’ve had an idea for a Spencer Reid one shot for the last few days, so I thought now would be the best time to give it a crack. It’s based on an idea I had when listening to I’m A Believer by Smash Mouth. I haven't written properly for a while so it’s not super long and please bare with me. Anyways, enough of the waffling, enjoy :)

Word count: 1480

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It’s not often we get cases that end in a good way, especially not this good. It took us two days to catch the unsub, his victims were still alive and he surrendered without much argument. It was almost as if he knew he wouldn't succeed in going through with his plans and decided letting himself get caught was easier. Definitely not something we see everyday. Hell, it's not something we see at all here. So when Emily said she wanted to listen to some music on the ride home, nobody objected. Even Spencer, which I was surprised at. Everyone was in high spirits, something that didn't happen too often on the job. But when it did happen, nobody took these moments for granted. 

The feeling of content was soon taken away as I felt a pen hit the back of my head. My head whipped up, making eye contact with Derek instantly. “What?! That wasn't me, it was JJ!” he proclaimed, hands up defensively. “I know it was you Derek, you are the only one who likes to throw things at other people’s heads” I said, not being able to hide the smile from my face. I love that out of all the things we could be arguing about right now it’s Derek being the man child he is and throwing pens at people’s heads to get their attention. “But JJ-”

“But JJ nothing, go back to listening to One Direction and leave me in peace. Besides there's better ways to get a girls attention. I think you’re losing some of your game Morgan” I said, throwing his pen back at him. I don't think he was expecting me to lob the pen at the force I did because it flew through the air and bounced off his forehead. 

“Who?”

“Ow!” 

A gasp could be heard over the song. “Did Spencer just say ‘who’ to One Direction? Do you live under a rock?” Emily exclaims. I look over at the man sat next to me, his eyebrows furrowed. I gently out my hand over his arm “Em, be nice” I say lightly running my fingers up and down his arm, eyes still focused on the scene in front of me, “He’s too busy wrapping himself up in books and knowledge to focus on anything else.” JJ’s giggle carried itself throughout the plane. Damn you JJ, I thought. If anyone was going to catch onto the slight double meaning in that sentence it was her. I mean I wasn't exactly hiding the fact I had a fat crush on Spence, it doesn't take a profiler to figure that one out. He might have 3 PHD’s and B.A.’s, but that man is oblivious as fuck to what's right under his nose.

“My game’s not weak” Derek huffed, “As for the pen, just wait. I'll get you back for that one missy.”

“Good luck with that one boo” I say, leaning into Spencer’s shoulder slightly. I feel him freeze up for a couple of seconds before slowly relaxing, “everyone knows I'm better at paybacks, just ask the doc how I got him back for stealing my fries the other week.” I don’t need to be looking at Spencer to know his cheeks have gone red.

“S-she waited behind a door for me to come in and then sprayed a whole can of whipped cream onto me. I was sticky for hours!”

“Not for the first time, eh pretty boy?” Derek smirked, completely ignoring any of the other parts of the sentence.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, no longer wanting to be a part of this conversation. He started wriggling round a bit, trying to reach something, so I sat up slightly. He pulled his phone out from his pocket, placing it on the table before getting comfy again. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. I couldn't help a small smile sneak onto my lips at the gesture. “You softy” I muttered, getting myself comfy again. I hear a quiet scoff from JJ’s area, but chose to ignore it, not feeling in the mood to talk about my feelings in front of the rest of the team.

We all sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, finishing up out notes, when the backing track to my favourite song comes on. I quickly hit up, suddenly hit with a wave of energy as my eyes search rapidly for Emily. Spencer softly laughs from besides me, sitting up more himself - yet keeping the distance between us two at a bare minimum. Keeping eye contact with Em, we both start singing along at the top of our voices

I thought love was only true in fairy tales Meant for someone else but not for me Love was out to get me That's the way it seemed Disappointment haunted all of my dreams

I hear JJ and Derek join in just before the chorus

Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer Not a trace, of doubt in my mind

Subconsciously, I start leaning backwards into Spencer as I sing the next bit. An action I thought went unnoticed by the rest of the team, however that was stupid to think so because they pick up every little detail. I mean, it’s their bloody job to do so

I'm in love, and I'm a believer I couldn't leave her if I tried

As I was singing with the rest of the BAU team (including Rossi, but not Hotch, nope he was just sat there basking in the happiness and laughing at our pitchy voices) I was unaware that my subconscious movement had made something click in Spencer’s head. If anyone was paying close attention to the doctor’s face they’d be able to see the clogs in his brain turning and a lightbulb turn on in his brain. They’d be able to see the admiration he held for the girl to his right. They’d be able to see just how much she meant to him. They’d be able to see just how deep in thought he was that he didn't even realise the screeching had turned into laughing. But nobody was paying attention to the fluffy headed man in the corner until I shut around, slightly out of breath.

“Spence... is everything okay?” I ask in a low voice, trying not to grab anyone else’s attention. Little did I know that whilst there was laughing and chatting in the background, the other agents’ attention was on us. His head slowly moved up, his eyes making contact with mine. “Spence, what is-”

“How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long have you felt this way about me?” His voice wavering slightly. I could see the anxiety in this eyes when he asked that, silently hoping he hadn't read the signs wrong. I slowly sit back in my seat and grab his hand gently, entwining our hands together. Both of us too wrapped up in our bubble to realise the music had been turned down and we not had 10 eyes watching our every move. Fiddling with his fingers slightly I try to find the right string of words that don't sound like rubbish.

“Do you remember the day where I came into the office absolutely soaked because I decided that day, for the first time since doing this job, that I’d take the bus and walk the rest of the day?” He just nods his head, his other hand coming to lay on top of our intwined hands, “that day you asked me if I had a spare change of clothes and when I told you no, you offered me your spare change and told me to get into something warm.

When I got back into the office, you were sat near my desk holding a muffin, a hot chocolate and some anti-sickness medication. You said to me, ‘it’s not much but I hope it’s made today slightly easier to deal with.’ Even in the following weeks when I was sick you made sure I was okay. You always had any medication I might need close to you, and you insisted on coming with me to work everyday so that didn't happen again.

I have no idea if I’d fallen for you before that week, but that was when knew I’d fallen hard. it’s okay if you don't feel the same way, I understand and I get that. Just please don’t-”

In that moment, it was as if we were the only two people alive. He pulled me into a tight hug, pressing his lips to my forehead before burying his face in my neck. His arms wrapped around my torso, my body fitting snuggly under his.

It was as if two missing pieces of a puzzle were reunited. Like they'd found their way back home. Back home to each other...

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian Chapter 11; the rewatch edition

I have found a bit more enthusiasm for this one on the rewatch, so here goes!

- din snapping ‘I’m trying my best here!’ in a vaguely annoyed tone as his entire ship is going up in flames around him because he mostly doesn’t get angry as much as sulky... the height of cinema 

- I love frog husband’s clothes, because they’re in a very similar style and colour scheme to frog lady’s but also incorporate the knitwear we see on the people of trask, so it both underlines his belonging with her and implies that he’s been on this moon for quite a while, they may have been apart for some time  

especially his scarf is a darling detail and there’s a bit of contrast in texture to it next to his wife’s, it’s nice. he’s wearing a similar kind of vest to what we see on the fishermen later, too 

- I think my favourite part of this entire episode (well second after din cradling the baby against him after nearly drowning) is just the design and Vibe of the planet and especially this harbour

for one I LOVE that it’s shown that even in the middle of the day it’s dark enough that the electric lights are still on when it’s overcast (it reminds me a bit of norway during the winter, actually, when dawn just never quite breaks and then slinks off in embarrassment before it’s even noon). and there’s also the... sails? nets? hanging around looking almost like flags, which are very Aesthetic but god knows what they’re for. maybe for drying fish on in the summer? 

I think the building in the distance behind frog husband’s back here is a lighthouse? or it could be one of those towers for loading you see when they scout out the empire ship too, I suppose!

and one for my strange obsession with Texture on this show: these fabric-covered crates!!! they look exactly as dingy and moldy as you’d expect them to be in this climate, I wonder what they’re for (& I vaguely want to touch them) 

- from the sound of it din’s vibroknife is uh ‘on’ when he pokes the squid thing, and he also goes for the tentacle the furthest away from the baby <3

proof the calamari flan have been scratched up a bit during all that time in din’s pockets! (the attention to detail in this show sometimes istg) 

- this is 100% me reading too much into things again, call the overthinking police I’ll do my time meekly lol, but the boat looks a little bit like the mudhorn signet from this angle: 

again din keeps his hand on or sooo close to his blaster in this entire scene, he knows this is sketch as all hell 

a) once again I want to praise the effects team for how GOOD the aliens look in this episode holy shit and b) the hell is this dude wearing on the straps of his overalls tho 

- the dude mando (axe woves) uses his little... wrist launcher thing to shoot with to finish two off the fishermen, so my theory that they can be loaded with other things than the whistling birds for slightly less effective use (maybe without the level of honing we’ve seen din’s be able to do?) is looking good!

- din actually has quite good form when diving into the water, I’m guessing he can swim at least tolerably when not in full armour, being stabbed at from all directions, having just had his son eaten by a sea monster and also being trapped in with said sea monster (I’m a strong swimmer and I can tell you that there’s a reason they make you swim with clothes on from time to time to see how hard it is, it sucks. with metal plates strapped all over you as well? yeah good luck) people don’t tend to hit the water that gracefully without some kind of training in my experience lol. might be some of the training with the jet pack has carried over too, considering he throws himself off that cliff in chapter 12 with similar confidence?

it’s interesting that they’re once again showing us a threat where the armour doesn’t help and even hinders him. we’re so used to the ways it can make him near-invincible, but it can also drag him down (literally, in this case. aha ha ha. well if I’m not here for my own entertainment then what am I here for honestly)

- din’s voice sounding like he’s just on the verge of crying as he cradles the baby (and the sound he makes as he realizes the baby’s alive) is my kryptonite, turns out. fucking breaks my heart into tiny pieces every time, I would die for this man and he wouldn’t let me

- in support of din’s paranoia: so far this season we haven’t been able to go five minutes without someone talking about peeling the precious beskar off a mandalorian corpse, I can see why his mind was primed to move in one particular way there

- I think the fabric of din’s cape has been treated with something that makes it waterproof; the water seems to pearl on top of it rather than soak in! can you imagine how heavy it would get if it did absorb water tho christ

(a bit hard to see at this size but that’s what it looked like to me close up anyway! could also be that it’s wool and that’s why it looks that way but I prefer an elaborate sci-fi explanation here, because it doesn’t look particularly weighed down afterwards) might also explain why he doesn’t seem worried about it catching on fire when he uses the jetpack haha, maybe this is something the mandos do with fabric they’re going to use for a long time 

I also enjoy part of the gambeson/undersuit thing poking up from under the shoulder pauldron and cape; I think this is about as disheveled as we’ve seen him since immediately post-mudhorn 

- the sound mixing in this scene, where din’s breathing is layered a bit over everything else so you almost feel like you’re in the helmet with him listening to what the others are saying........ oh my GOD, it embeds you so deeply in his POV but so subtly 

- not to be biased or anything... but din and the armorer’s armour design is so vastly superior to these guys it shouldn’t even be a competition lol 

din looks like an honest to god knight in shining armour except also sci-fi western and the armorer looks like a fucking war goddess from a time beyond memory; the clone wars mandos look like high end cosplayers (eh maybe it’s just my dislike for the boobplates that has me so 😒 lol. also a lot of dudes were very shitty about that whole thing and I don’t say anything but the ‘vaguely-concerned will remember this’ telltale message pops up in the corner every time) 

moment of saltiness over: I do like the differentiation between their individual character designs 

the differences in body type and helmet design is nice! they look like a unified team, but with individuality. I suspect the ladies have those belts and their armour plates on the hips instead of the front of the thighs to emphasize the ‘female’ silhouette, which. okay fine whatever

- bo katan looks very pointedly down at the baby after saying ‘a group of religious zealots who want to return to the ancient ways’ which makes me VERY nervous for reasons I can’t quite articulate

- the mournful guitar version of the mando theme as din watches the sunset...... hmmmmngh (this might be some Symbolism happening to us folks strap in for the identity crisis he still hasn’t processed) 

- I Cannot get over din being so unimpressed by and uninterested in bo katan’s ‘retake mandalore’ sales pitch from literally the first moment dfhasdkjfhsad sorry lady kryze this man just does not do main quest shit, he’s all side quests all the time and that’s why I love him  

- as someone who after chapter 8 wrote a whole-ass fic that was wholly & exclusively about din telling the baby he’ll always come back for him... some of the shit he’s been saying this season does feel like it’s been written to mercilessly victimize me, personally and specifically 

- guessing this structure in the background is the traffic control tower! doesn’t really matter, I just thought it was neat

- this part of the soundtrack is called ‘ship o hoj, mandalorians!’, which I found incredibly charming haha (it’s ‘ship ahoy’ except how you write it in swedish, good one herr göranson)  

- bo katan is vague about who exactly the new mand’alor would be if they took back mandalore to begin with, she doesn’t specify she is planning to be the ruler until she’s already got din on the ship and in no position to refuse to help. gotta respect the grift at least lol  

I do love her voice, though, it reminds me a bit of jennifer hale as shepard

- “I need to get back to my ship, with the foundling” your honor I uh love him so fucking much 

- frog lady stroking the baby’s back a bit as she holds her hand behind him to make sure he doesn’t fall backwards while playing with the tadpole ;___________;

and also frog husband and frog lady reaching out to hold hands and frog smooching as din and yodito leave ;____________________________________________;

- when din says the exasperated “mon calamari. unbelievable” line, the baby makes that little blowing a raspberry sound he does as if to agree ‘uh-huh unbelu -- unbelly -- unbelievable dad smh’ and it is very very adorable 

- there’s quite a bit of Stuff in the concept art that didn’t make it in this time around; I wonder if maybe they cut some stuff for pacing or whatever and that’s why this episode is so short? water leaking into the cockpit of the razor crest, something that looked a bit like whaling going on on the docks and more spaceships taking off (maybe there were originally meant to be some smaller ships defending the big empire one?), there’s quite a bit here  

[panncakes]

here to share some thoughts again... my heart is honestly so heavy after yday's ep but i'm not at all mad that we got basically 40mins of just jane + backstory. I LOVE HER AND I MISS HER SO MUCH. i wish we got to see more of her and tan's friendship too, i'm so upset that she couldn't trust him enough to tell him everything that was happening 😭 but i completely understand why she didn't want to involve him (for both of their safety). and as much as i hate rung for what she did, i'm baffled by how many ppl actually still like peud? just bc he "wasn't as bad" doesn't make him likeable. he was a coward and an asshole, por was 100% right when he said peud never fought with anyone, bc all he does it sit by and allow things to happen, even when he knows it's wrong. i hate him and i'm glad he's dead. also i'm kinda uncomfortable with how much ppl are willing to hate rung so much whilst forgiving peud? like, she was also a victim of these men at one point. if u can see peud as a complex character, then u can grant rung the same treatment too. that's all for now lol, hope u enjoyed the bingo!! (some stuff crossed off already hehe) thank u for making the generator <3 - 🐢

i hate the app for not always notifying me when i get a message so i’m sorry i only saw this now!!

jane is truly the best character in this show; and i’m so so glad they gave her agency and a full complex personality and backstory; instead of simply making her a victim or a saint or something. she was a flawed woman living in a flawed world and in the end she fought for what is right and i adore her so much❤️

and yeah the way some (to be fair i think it’s not too many on tumblr atleast) are willing to almost absolve pued because rung is the big bad now is eh... uncomfortable is the right word; don’t get me wrong rung is evil and deserves all the hate and disgust she gets; but she is a far more interesting character to the story than he was and i don’t really vibe with the ‘we hate rung now so we can forgive pued’ mindset. we can hate them both and see them both for the fucked up people they are. (the excuse ‘but pued was a good brother at least’ doesn’t hold up either because a) he wasn’t; he did the bare minimum (not wanting him dead) while still accepting tan being ostracised by his family and using/lying to him constantly and b) doing one good thing doesn’t mean you can’t be a piece of shit who had multiple chances to not only do the right thing but help the woman he supposedly loved or bring justice to her name; you are 100% right in the conclusion you draw from por’s words about him). im not going to bring up the way fandom (in general) views dark/evil female characters vs male characters but we be knowing...

gaaaah i can’t believe there’s only one episode left!! im really glad we know the full story now so that the finale can focus on taking down the bad guys; but there is still so much that i want to happen plus so much i didn’t expect to happen from the preview and just thinking about it makes me go feral sldkfkf

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Half-Life

Summary: My first written story for Gigan and Showa Ghidorah. Gigan is trying so hard to go the honest route in earning Ghidorah’s forgiveness, but one’s true nature will always come to light eventually.

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Never before has he felt so frustrated over one person...

Or was it three people...?

Eh, it was one person, all three heads spoke as if they were one, so...

He’s getting off track. He casted a glare at the golden dragon, wasting his time destroying plants of all things. This planet drew the serpent in with the promise of life, but the only life here were boring ass plants. Ghidorah didn’t seem to care, he was wiping them out anyway like it was the only thing he could think of.

Gigan wondered if there was anything else better for this three-headed asshole to do.

Guess he shouldn’t expect different. He heard about Ghidorah through his masters. He knew the dragon was created by another race, specifically to destroy. Not that different from himself, actually. He still remembered the days in the nest, back when he was all flesh. And fluff. And eyeball. And more fluff.

He would rather not be reminded of how cloyingly cute he looked, but alas, his masters thought it necessary to keep baby photos of him. And download them into his memories, never to be erased...

Point was!! He used to be mortal, whole, before he was old enough to leave the nest for his first hunt. He never got to enjoy that first hunt, for his Masters came and took him. Changed him. Kept him under that blasted mind-control Ghidorah hated so much. Blamed him for.

As if it was his fault. He wasn’t the one who studied Ghidorah’s creation. He wasn’t the one that got the bright idea to enslave him. Sure he was involved in his capture, but it wasn’t like he was in control of that.

The damn dragon and his damn grudges.

Not that different from himself, actually. Gigan can hold a mean grudge if he ever cared enough to.

Hell, he would probably hate Ghidorah more if it wasn’t for their shared past. Both created, made the way they are, by unnatural means. Both had their Masters destroyed (though from Gigan heard, it was Ghidorah that turned on his own creators, as well as destroyed Gigan’s Masters as revenge). Both were free of the mind-control and free to do and roam as they please.

And here Gigan is, spending that freedom following a dragon that didn’t even want him there.

But it’ll be worth it. He was never one to take “no” for an answer, and he admits, he saw something in Ghidorah. Perhaps it was his massive wings, resembling his own sails but much larger. Or perhaps, it was the gold scales that resembled the original gold feathering of his species. They were beautiful, the way they caught the light, as if from a well-preened female.

Gigan lost his own gleaming feathers a long time ago, gone was the last remnants of what he truly was. In the back of his mind, he wondered if THAT was the true reason why Ghidorah didn’t lust for him the same way.

He shook his head. He knew that was bullshit. He’s been following this dragon long enough to see that he showed no such interest in ANYONE. Not even fellow dragons, it seems, ones that resembled him far more than any other lifeforms he had stored in his memory’s database. No doubt, those draconian creatures served as blue-prints for Ghidorah’s creation. But even then, Gigan saw no courtship behavior, no attempt at casual conversation even. No interest outside of the usual “kill them all”.

Gigan loved the kill as much as the next person, but Ghidorah REALLY needed a hobby.

“Hey,” he called out from his seat upon a sizeable pile of boulders, his voice holding a mechanical edge to it. Ghidorah’s response to his voice was immediate and already full of tension so thick, Gigan can slice through it.

“Leave me alone.” Those words again, Gigan’s heard it plenty and it just sounded like noise to him at this point. So he ignores it, as he gave a casual stretch of his arms and tail, before leaning back on the larger rock behind him.

"Whaddya say we get outta here and go to the bar? Grab some drinks, have some fun. Kill a few folks."

"No."

"Heh, bet you don't even know what the bar is."

"Nor do I need to know." Ghidorah hissed, clearly not amused by the cyborg’s playful tone as he turned back to the forest blazing around him. “If you’re there, I want no part of it.”

Gigan frowned, but he doesn’t lose his cool yet. This was all a game of patience, a battle of wills, and he will not be the first to break. He will continue to wear this dragon down until he gives in. 

“You’re destroying plants, of all things!” he pushed. “The bar is a much better time than this place. I’ve sharpened these bad boys-” He lifted the blades on his arms for emphasis. “-for the past hour just hoping for something interesting to happen.”

“Then go,” Ghidorah grunted. “Do something useful for once and stop distracting me with your half-life.”

“Oh~?” Well, this was new and served as a confidence boost as he pulled himself up from his seat and stepped over towards the golden dragon. “I’m distracting you, am I? Tell me more about my ‘half-life’ then.”

Ghidorah’s left-most head turned to glare at him, while the other two Gravity Beamed the forest around them.

“I grow tired of having to filter out your presence when I’m looking for new victims to destroy. My crests constantly detecting you and throwing off my hunt for lives more worthy of my time than you will ever be.”

“More worthy?!” He shouldn’t feel so insulted by that, but he does. Especially when the three-headed monster turned away fully. “These are nothing but damn trees you’re wasting time on! They don’t even scream and you think this is more fun than I am?!”

“These trees,” Ghidorah continued without even looking at him. “It gives me great pleasure to snuff out their life-force. They scream in their own way. You, on the other wing, only give me annoyance with your constant blabbering and useless ‘apologies’.”

“Useless apologies?!” Gigan sputtered, his sails fanning open wider with indignation. “You’re lucky you’re getting ANY apologies from me! You know how many others I’ve apologized to? A grand total of ZERO!! But, nooo, apparently that’s not good enough for you!”

“Because I know what a real apology looks like,” Ghidorah growled. “I have seen many who fall at my feet, seeking forgiveness for whatever crime they felt they committed to earn the fate I bestowed on them. I see more genuine regret from those pitiful creatures than I see in you.” 

Gigan said nothing for a long moment, the red glow of his eye growing brighter as his anger begins to build. But his voice remains calm.

“So basically, you want me to beg at your feet.”

Ghidorah turned his heads again, watching him for a moment before a cruel look grows upon all three of his faces, his own red eyes gleaming.

“That would be a start, wouldn’t it?”

The cyborg’s tail tip clicked loudly with agitation before he broke eye contact. He should just leave, track the dragon down another day and avoid this bullshit altogether. But if this is what he had to do to finally make some sort of progress...

Ghidorah better be the best lay he ever had.

Swallowing his pride, he stepped closer and with another moment’s hesitation, he lowered himself down. One knee, then both knees. All three of his sails flatten to his back. It was the single hardest thing he’s ever done, and he dared not look up at the dragon. He didn’t want his embarrassment to be seen on his face.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled through his teeth.

“For what?” Ghidorah pressed and Gigan’s tail tip gives another sharp spin. It takes another moment to respond, resisting his body’s urge to upper-cut the tip of his blade into one of those stupid chins. But he doesn’t and his voice softens.

“For what my Masters did. For what I did. I wasn’t in control, but I’m sorry anyway.”

“Hm...” was the only response he got and he finally gives a single glance towards those three faces. And no sooner than he did that than a golden foot slams itself right into his exposed chin and throat, causing him to fall back. He was stunned for a moment, his senses both organic and mechanic struggled to get back online. He almost missed the words being shot at him with venom. “As if I will ever accept anyone’s apologies, much less yours.”

.....

The amount of sheer rage that boils from within his core was unbearable. This game, he lost it. He broke as he pushes himself up with his elbows to glare seethingly at this good-for-nothing, piece-of-shit lizard!

“That’s it! I tried playing the nice guy with you, but I’m done.” He pushes himself to his feet, storming over to the three-headed asshole who stands his ground. “I’m done with your damn attitude!!”

“Then leave, or die.”

“Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you? But I’m not leaving empty-handed. I’m getting what I want, whether you like it or not!”

He swiped for Ghidorah’s middle head with a scythe, the dragon pulling back with the slightest of nicks. Without hesitation, he slammed all three heads into Gigan’s chest to push him away. But the cyborg was not so easily swayed, as he kept his footing and jumped for him with an arm raised. His sights remained on the dragon’s middle head and he just needed one good hit to-

A Gravity Beam met his chest, causing him to fall to the ground. More beams around him brought rubble exploding from the ground and onto his face and chest. Before he can recover, he felt a heavy weight crash onto him, Ghidorah’s feet planted on his shoulders, wisely avoiding the buzzsaw on Gigan’s chest.

Those red eyes glared down at him, those three mouths opening to no doubt unleash another blast of energy. Gigan wasn’t giving him the chance and lifted his tail up, lunging it forward to stab the end into the dragon’s back.

This got a shriek, as a spray of blood escapes from the wound. Gigan gathered his strength, pulling his tail back to get Ghidorah’s weight off his shoulders. He shifted to get to his feet and swung a blade towards the middle head, but it struck the side head that thrashed in the way.

But Ghidorah can’t pull away from Gigan’s grip, those sharp ends fastening onto his spine. One wrong move would cause irreversible damage and clearly, Ghidorah was unused to having blood drawn. Those scales were hard and durable but even they were no match for the weapons the cyborg yielded. 

Such a shame though, that he had to stain those beautiful scales.

It’ll be worth it though, as he makes another swipe and successfully landed the tip of his blade directly into the base of Ghidorah’s middle skull, behind the horns where his mane met scales.

Got it!

The jolt that went through the dragon’s body can be felt, and Gigan couldn’t stop a smirk on his face as he met the wide eyes of his newest victim.

“What’s wrong, Ghiddy? Did you forget?” He opened the blades of his tail tip, and pulled his tail free of Ghidorah’s back violently, with another spray of blood. Ghidorah lets out another shriek, but he doesn’t run. “I know far more about you than you’re willing to admit. Have you never wondered how I’m able to track you down so well? You think being mind-controlled left you unscarred?”

The cyborg struck again with a blade; this time, across the dragon’s chest to draw more blood, causing Ghidorah to stumble backwards. Gigan snickered, stepping forward.

“You still have that chip,” He lifted a scythe once more, tapping the pointed tip right into the wound he left in Ghidorah’s head. He can see the blood already beginning to mat into that oh-so-luxurious mane. “The same chip my Masters and I activated when we first met, remember? Of course you do, that’s why you never tried to kill me, huh? Because you knew that I can do it all over again.” 

The blade tenderly moved from the wound left down to the dragon’s mane and all the way down that neck, tracing the dragon’s blood onto those scales. “I wanted to go the honest route for once, thought you would be worth the trouble. Figured it was the least I could do.”

Ghidorah still does nothing to fight back, even when Gigan kicked him and sent him crashing down onto his wounded back. Another shriek escapes, but this one was filled with anger. Gigan can see it, the way the dragon’s muscles convulsed beneath those scales. Ghidorah was fighting the chip, a battle sure to be lost.

“I guess I should thank your Masters as well as my own,” Gigan continued as the dragon carried on his mental struggle to keep control. “For being a rather stupid bunch, they chose such a strategic spot to ensure you can NEVER truly be free. For all your grandeur, you always were just a pawn for someone else. Even without the mind-control, all you’ve ever done was follow the programming given to you like a goddamn robot. Yet you call me the half-life?”

He planted a foot onto Ghidorah’s chest, staring down at those six eyes that began to lose focus. “Well, this ‘half-life’ owns you now. So let the fun begin~.”

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blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

MASTERLIST

Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Unedited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Twenty Seven: The One With the Angel

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2322

    Her back seized and muscles stiffened as a second knock echoed on her window. Her hand snuck quietly to the knife that Bucky had taped to the side of the bed closest to the wall. Lily gripped it tightly as she listened to the lock on the window snap off, a rush of cool air pushing into her room like a dark cloak. Her nimble fingers glided over the hilt of the blade, tugging at it gently and wincing at the pull of the tape off of the wood bed frame. The moment that gentle and light as air footstep hopped onto the wooden floors, Lily twisted and pointed the knife at the intruder, tears brimming her waterline.

"Woah woah woah!" Cedar's voice whispered yelled as he raised his hands in innocence at his sister's threat.

Lily's eyes blew wide as she stared up at the blonde boy in front of her. He seemed run down, dark purple bags weighing down his usually bright and boisterous eyes. His cheeks were hollow and he seemed to be so skinny he could be carried away in the wind. His clothing was dirty and full of stains, and hung off of him like a loose skin. It made Lily sick to her stomach as she wondered what on earth caused her younger brother to look so...sick.

"How the hell did you get in here!?" Lily returned, her voice the same hushed tone as she stood from her bed and locked the bedroom door, "Do you know how easy it would be for anyone in this place to not only kill you, but lock you up!?"

"I know I know, but I have my ways," he grinned weakly. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Lily's sight. Only to reappear on her bed, his breathing heavy and laboured, "see."

Lily stared at the boy with a blank expression on her face. There were no words. She tried to figure out if Cedar could always do that, disappear and reappear on a whim. But she knew that wasn't the case. It had to do with her parents, she knew it. Bucky had mentioned that they were trying to genetically alter people to become mutants in a way. But she never would have thought that they would be sadistic enough to use their own son. And the way Cedar looked...Lily wanted to hold him, feed him, do anything to bring her younger brother back to the full hearted and healthy boy she knew and loved. Not the skeletal human that stood before her today.

"It drains me. Anytime I do it I..." he trailed off, taking a step down onto the floor, "I lose a part of me. I need help Lily please, you need to help me." He pleaded, taking a step towards his older sister.

Lily took a step back, her bare feet sticking slightly to the ground at the nervous sweat that coated her entire body. She gripped onto her dress with a strength she only felt once before. When she stood up to Scott the night of the incident with Cedar. Her short fingernails dug into the mahogany wood, staring down her younger brother with an intensity not short of scary. But he looked so scared, so...unlike him. Lily knew she shouldn't trust it, not after everything that had happened. But this was Cedar, her brother. He was a victim most likely. Lily couldn't help but let her shields down as she stared at the broken look in his eyes.

"You will not speak to Hunter until I tell you to," Lily spoke calmly, unlocking the door and opening it, "You will not speak to anyone unless spoken to. Do not touch anything."

"Always the boss, eh?"

"Don't push it."

-----

Their footprints were quiet along the hardwood as the two clambered down the halls towards where the voices of the Avengers floated from. The group had gathered in the many living-room, drinking and joking and enjoying each other's company. But their voices went quiet as the two Osbornes rounded the corner. Without hesitation, Captain America lunged forward and tugged Lily behind his back, shielding her from the shell of a boy her brother had become over the past while.

"How did he get in here?" Tony snapped, pulling up his tech to try and figure out where Cedar breached the compound.

"Get out." Wanda hissed, red tendrils sliding from the palm of her hand.

"No." Lily stated meekly, walking forward around the Captain and taking a stance in front of her brother, "He has abilities my parents must have given him. He may have information. He may be able to help us get Bucky and Sam back here." She explained, voice breaking as she spoke her boyfriend's name.

"How can we trust him?" Natasha stated, eyeing Lily skeptically.

"He's my brother," she whispered, eyes falling to the floor, "Look at him. He looks like skin and bone. It's killing him, whatever they did to him." Lily finished, lifting her chin and staring down the most powerful people she had ever had the courtesy of meeting.

The group glanced between one another, having what seemed to be a telepathic communication as the two Osborne siblings stood there with stone cold looks on both of their faces. Lily had picked it up from Bucky. He taught her how to stare deeply and the intimidating way to purse her lips. Sam made fun of the two of them for it, but it worked sometimes. She just prayed this time it would as well.

"Bruce and Tony will take him down to the lab," Natasha said, turning her attention back to Lily, "I'll walk you back to your room."

Lily knew not to argue. She knew they wouldn't harm Cedar, but it didn't ease the queasy feeling that had grown in her stomach since the moment the knock sounded at her window. The feeling of Natasha's soft yet calloused hand resting on Lily's upper arm did bring her slight comfort. It reminded her of a female version of Bucky's, yet less rough on some angles. Before the two disappeared, she turned and caught Cedar staring down the hall at Hunter's room. She turned her attention back forward, pushing aside those seeds of doubt that had begun to take root in her head.

-----

The moment Lily and Natasha stepped foot into her room, the blonde knew that the latter wasn't just simply walking her back to her room. The click of the door solidified that suspicion. A deep breath fell from her lips as her lungs finally relaxed. Lily dropped down onto the bed, face in her hands as she tugged at the roots gently. Her eyes stared down at the tear stained paper that fell from the bed in her frenzy when Cedar broke in, and it was not helpful for the upcoming breakdown that lingered in her mind like a plague.

"He helped your parents escape," Natasha stated simply, walking over and taking a seat next to Lily on the bed, "he tried to break into Scott's apartment."

"You don't know him like I do, Nat." Lily whispered softly, bending over and picking up the letter, stuffing it behind her.

"I've heard that line a few times," Nat sighed, crossing her legs, "Lily we'll try and see if we can help him. But he's directly related to your parents and having you in his direct line, and Hunter? It's not safe."

"I can help him," she whispered, eyes glassy as she faced Nat, "Rose and I can help him. We're his sisters."

A deep sigh escaped the red head's lips as she picked up one of the letters, a soft chuckle leaving her lips, "You know he had me read this when he wrote them. He wanted to sound poetic, in case you ever read them." Natasha nodded, eyes scanning the words, "They're cheesy, but he meant every word of them."

"What's the point of this, Nat?" Lily cooed, taking the letter from the other woman's hands.

"The point is," Nat grinned, bumping her shoulder against Lily's, "Bucky never lies. And he trusts his gut. Not only did he tell me you were stubborn as hell," that earned her a vulgar gesture from the blonde, "but he told me that he doesn't trust Cedar. And if I were you, I would take his word for it."

"He's just...he's a good kid," Lily sniffled, fiddling with her fingers, "he never got in trouble. Not the brightest but always tried his best. Never held grudges. A caring son and an Angel of a brother. I can't imagine him doing something like this Nat on his own free will, I just can't."

"The devil was a fallen angel, Lily."

Leaning over, Nat placed a careful peck on the top of Lily's head like a mother would her child. Smiling gratefully, Lily watched as the ginger strode out of the room, leaving something on the bed as she took her leave. Lily raised an eyebrow and looked down at the bright envelope that seemed freshly used, familiar writing adorning the front of it. Waiting for the sound of light footsteps to fade away, Lily held the letter quickly. The moment the hall went silent, she tore it open, pulling out the paper.

"September 9th

If you're reading this, I know things went as I expected. You continued to be the loving and doting sister and person I came to love. But I have to ask, at what point is it enough?

He's bad news Lily. He's one of them and I need you to trust me on this. And if you do, then I have a mission for you. I know you want to help, and this is the way to do it without putting yourself in harm's way. That is my main priority here. Nat knows, so does Steve and the others. I need you to do as I say, it's vital.

You're vital"

-----

The devil was a fallen angel.

The words kept playing in her head again and again, even as Lily woke up the next day. When her eyes adjusted to the lights, Lily sat up from the bed with a low groan. Turning her head to the side, the blonde watched Steve and Nat walk Hunter around the front of the compound, tossing a ball back and forth with Joey in between them and Rose watching with sunglasses on. Always a diva.

Judging by the happiness of her family, Lily figured that they were blissfully unaware of the presence of Hunter's uncle and Rose's brother in the lab beneath the Avengers Compound. She knew that honesty was something that needed to be a common theme between everyone in the household, but she didn't know how to tell Hunter. Not with Bucky's instructions, and what Lily would have to do in order for it to fully work.

Standing to her feet, Lily stepped into a pair of loose blue jeans, a white tank, and one of Bucky's plaid shirts. She hadn't worn pants in a while, but something about the entirety of the compound dynamic made her feel so much more comfortable and just...calm. She stared at the dresses that hung in her temporary closet, and smiled sideways as she shut the door. The further Bucky and Lily got in their relationship, she just felt less pressure to be seen as perfect.

Scott had made her feel so...useless. Like she was never good enough for him in any way shape or form. She would try to play the act of perfect wife and be at his constant beck and call, but he was never happy. He was never satisfied until she was broken and for him to piece back together. She was nothing but a thing to Scott, and he wasn't quiet about it either. He was the one who told her the dresses gave her worth, and that being too relaxed made him look like a bad husband. Everything came back to being her fault, because she was just never enough. And never would be.

Pulling her hair into a pony, Lily stared at herself in the mirror. She fiddled with the B necklace that sat perfectly on her chest, showing her commitment to the man keeping her safe. She didn't even know if he was breathing, or if he was injured beyond repair. All she knew was that he was doing what he deemed right, and it made Lily proud to be the person he was in love with. With all of her broken parts and cracks that were still healing. All of her imperfections that he deemed perfect. Every scar and mark that plagued her body and her mind. Because she wasn't the sob story of a divorced woman. She was Lily Osborne. She was the mother of a 12 year old boy. Top pediatrician in New York.

And he would never let her forget it.

Turning from her mirror, Lily made her way into the hallway where Natasha waited, as if anticipating the time she typically woke up on weekends. Something she didn't doubt Bucky let her in on. The two nodded at each other in understanding as they walked down the halls and further down the steps, passing other Avengers that littered the home, all seemingly in on the discreet plan that involved a certain Osborne.

When the door to the lab opened, an exhausted looking Cedar turned his head lazily to the women who entered. He gave a lopsided smile and a salute with two fingers, trying to portray a casual persona that masked that clearly guilty and anxiety ridden face. Natasha stayed at the door as Bruce and Tony shuffled out of the room, leaving the two Osborne's alone.

"Morning Cedar," Lily hummed, taking a seat across from her brother, "can we talk over some pancakes?"

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survey from diggitydoo

Have you ever felt a baby kick? Yes, when my mom was pregnant with my brother. What color pants/shorts are you wearing? I’m only wearing a duster gown; no shorts underneath. I just got it last night, actually - my mom wanted to donate clothes to victims of a recent fire incident in Manila and so she asked my sister and I to sort through our closets for clothes we were willing to give away. My sister ended up giving away a comfy-looking duster gown that she never even wore and even smelled brand new to boot. It ended up in my hands, ha. But apart from that we gave away a lot of stuff that aren’t old uniforms or costumes (which is what most people tend to ‘donate’, ugh), so we just hope they end up with people who really need them. When is the last time you did something truly fun, and what was it? Last night I went on our org’s Discord server and we played Jackbox games for around an hour or so. It was my first time to socialize again after around two months and I really, really needed that moment. I even met the org’s newest roster of applicants for this semester, which was neat. :) What was the scariest moment of your life? Men terrorizing me or near-car crashes I’ve had.

Have you ever heard of Leonard Cohen? The name is familiar, but that’s the most I know.

Pancakes or flapjacks? I guess pancakes, since I don’t even know what flapjacks are. What kind of computer are you on? It’s a laptop. Do you eat Chinese food? If so, what's your favorite dish? For sure. Pork buns or minced pork with eggplant. With century egg on the side, yum. What are you usually doing at midnight? Either passed out or desperately trying to sleep because I don’t want to lose any more hours of sleep and risk being cranky for the whole of the next day. Have you ever developed feelings for a friend, but you were already with someone? No. The worst thing that’s happened was being someone’s ball date (and unbeknownst to me, they apparently had feelings for me at the time) while I was already with someone. If so, how did it turn out? He figured it out by himself, which I still feel bad about. But the timing was super off and I just couldn’t find a moment to sit him down and set the record straight...ah well. It was just super complicated at the time. Give me your brief definition of love. My favorite love-related quote is “Love never says ‘I have done enough’” and for the longest time, that has been my guiding principle when it comes to it. Definitely a tad bit cheesy, but telling myself that over and over makes it easier to continue loving the people I care for and be patient with them when they’re being asses. Gab included, then and now. What is the most beautiful part of the human body, male or female? It differs for everyone but I’m a thigh girl through and through. What kind of shoes do you wear? Uh...various ones? I have sneakers, flats, heels, flip-flops, probably a couple more kinds that I can’t place at the moment. What is the worst thing you've ever done when you were really angry? Resorting to physical violence. I was a kid constantly exposed to violence in my old home, and at the time I genuinely thought that’s how most things were settled or pacified. I still feel like shit about it to this day, and my backstory isn’t an excuse at all; but the past is the past and I’ve been trying to make up for it by being a much more gentle angry person in the last few years. Are there any pills you take on a daily basis? If so, what? Nope. Do you like the smell of coconuts? For some reason I can’t stand anything coconut (which is a damn shame considering I’m Filipino) but I love dishes with heaps of coconut milk in them, like curry. That’s the one coconut-related thing I enjoy, but otherwise I’ve never learned to appreciate the taste and smell of buko juice, coconut shavings, coconut pies, and everything else coconut. What is the heaviest you think you can lift? From what my old PE class showed me, around 70 to 80 lbs. Do you take Tums? Idk what that is so I guess I don’t. Have you ever walked on a pier at the beach? I’m not sure if I’ve been to a pier before. I bet it feels wonderful and freeing and I’d love to visit one; but I also can’t keep myself from associating piers with the recurring image of Jennifer Connelly’s character standing on one from Requiem for a Dream. How about under one? No. At what age do you first remember feeling butterflies in your stomach around someone? Not sure if it was 11 or 12, but it was definitely one of those years. Do you feel that way around anyone now? Yeah, if they allowed me to see them. But I’m shut out now so I haven’t had that sensation in a while.

Do you ever talk to yourself or think deep thoughts while on the toilet? No. Do you ever sing to yourself? Sure. I’m sure most people do every once in a while. What is a sound that relaxes you? Ocean waves have never failed. How hard has it been to reach your main goal in life? ‘Main goal’ sounds so overwhelming; I make it a point to avoid one overarching goal and instead make little goals and plans here and there depending on where I am in life. Do you remember the song about hoes in different area codes? Never heard of it. What is your main heritage? Filipino. What kind of pickles do you prefer, if you like pickles? I hate pickles. What kind of cheese do you prefer, if you like cheese? Mozzarella and feta are my faves, but I love cheese and am willing to be adventurous when it comes to it. If you could have a sea creature as a pet, what would you want? Eh, they can stay in the sea where they can actually survive. I don’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to keeping fish as pets. How about a farm animal? Probably pig. So, do you have hoes in different area codes? No, and ew. What is the most annoying song you can think of that came out recently? Haven’t been exposed to a lot of new music lately and the songs I do get to hear on the radio whenever I drive are actually pretty good. This totally doesn’t answer your question but my favorites so far have been Birthday by Disclosure, Kehlani, and Syd; and Plain by Benee, Lily Allen, and Flo Milli. What is a song that you hate to admit you like? Any Kanye song I like. What inspires you to get off your bum and do something productive? Not wanting to go into another downward spiral. Do you ever use Urban Dictionary? Extremely rarely. I only do when there’s a new slang I’m completely unfamiliar with. Do you find the definitions on there to be generally funny or stupid? Stupid for the most part. I find them too immature or vulgar, but that’s one of the points of the website so I guess I’m just not in their target audience lol. What comes to your mind when you hear the word 'transformation'? Uh, the Transformer robots.

What was something you regularly played with as a child? My cousins’ toy soldiers.

Have you ever given in to peer pressure? Eh, a few times. If so, what did you do? I’ve been pulled to drinking sessions here and there when I really shouldn’t be drinking because I had an important test tomorrow or something else was happening the next day that was just as significant. What part of your body have you had the most problems with in your life? Teeth, I’m pretty sure. I’ve had braces, needed a tooth extracted, gotten a cavity, and gone through a severe toothache.

Do a lot of people check you out when you're in public? Idk I never look around because being aware of it would just freak me out and make me feel like I’m naked. What is a good name for a turtle? Would depend on their personality. And this applies to all kinds of pets, at least for me. I don’t decide on their names until I have a good grasp of their attitude. Can you imitate any accents well? If so, which one(s)? Stereotypical Filipino mom and valley girl. Do you like having your ear nibbled on? Sure. What makes a good kisser a good kisser? I’ve only kissed one person so I’m not the best judge for this; but I always like it when my lower lip is tugged or grazed on. How many times a year do you have a family thing? This is a little vague for me. Do you mean get-togethers? Giant-ass reunions? Movie nights? Game nights?  What are the best things to put in a smoothie? I only like one kind of smoothie and it’s sold by a local joint – and I think I’ve already shared this before but that smoothie of theirs that I like has “apple, banana, cinnamon, oats, coco sugar, chia seeds, greens, and soy milk,” according to their menu. So I guess those are the best ingredients for me, ha. Do you ever eat with your eyes closed and just focus on the taste? When I find something extremely delicious, yeah. What do you dislike most about where you live right now? For the most part I can’t wait to get out of suburban residential villages. I’d love to finally experience living in a condo in a super busy and active city. Has anyone ever given you a rose/roses? Yes.

Are you watching your weight? Not really. I’m trying to gain pounds though, if anything. I haven’t eaten much in the last two months. Have you ever become really good friends with someone you found online? I trust y’all with my life, so that’s one. Apart from Tumblr, the best friends I made were probably the people in the AJ/Punk fandom, back when I had a stan account on Twitter. I don’t remember most of their names now and we fizzled out pretty quickly when both parts of the ship left WWE, but I look back on that period with fondness. Those people made high school a lot easier for me. What makes your best friend your best friend? She doesn’t care whether I’m on top of the world with happiness or completely self-destructive and crying my eyes out; she has always been present. Do you have a drunk uncle? *rolls eyes* We don’t wanna open up that can of worms... Do you hear weird noises in your house at night? Nope. What is something you do that is generally more like something the opposite sex does? Based on personal experience and not to come off as sexist, but it’s liking wrestling. I have never met a girl in real life who has even the most remote interest in pro wrestling or can tell me who Hulk Hogan is. And the ones I’ve had discussions with - from shallow/casual to in-depth - have all been guys. Seeing girls who are into wrestling is like finding a rare Pokemon, at least in real life. What is the girliest thing you do, if you're a girl? Idk. What is the coolest tattoo you've ever seen? Probably the spork tattoo of Josh, a crew member from Good Mythical Morning. It’s just a line tattoo. Of a spork. On his arm. But he managed to make it so goddamn fascinating lmao; and apparently, as I learned just now, it has a pretty touching backstory to it too, which makes it a million times cooler. Have you ever created anything artistic that you're proud of? If so, what? I’ve never finished any of the crafts I bought. Never finished a coloring book page much less an entire coloring book, a painting, a gem painting...it’s something I’ll have to bring my butt to do one of these days. I can’t imagine how fulfilling it would feel. Do you only eat the middle of the oreo, if you eat oreos? I eat the whole thing but I honestly find Oreos too sweet and I’ve always much rather preferred Oreo-flavored stuff instead of the actual cookies.

Do you know anyone with a huge ego? My mom. If so, is there anything else about them you actually like? She’s fed me for 22 years and gave me an education, I guess. Though it’s something I appreciate more so than like. Have you ever used a racial slur, even jokingly? Probably as a dumb kid, when historical context wasn’t a thing to me yet. I still wince thinking about it, but I suppose what matters is being better and more responsible moving forward. Do you have any friends who are more like siblings to you? Angela and to some extent Andi. 

If so, what about them do you like most? They are both understanding when it comes to me - almost to a fault. What do you like on your hotdogs, if you eat hotdogs? When you say ‘hotdogs’ here, it refers to the sausages itself. The sandwich kind of hotdog isn’t super popular here. What is everyone else in your house doing right now? My siblings are still resting in their rooms; my dad is preparing for work, I think. What is the most money you've ever had at one time? Something like P10,000 or P15,000 when my mom needed me to pay for something in cash. How long do you think it would take you to run a mile? Idk, maybe 10 minutes. I won’t be fast, that’s for sure. Look down. What do you see? My legs and the pillow I’m sitting on. What is a subject that makes you uncomfortable? Right now, probably my failed relationship. I haven’t gotten to the sharing stage yet and remotely thinking about it gets my voice all shaky. What is a subject you can talk on and on about and not get sick of it? Paramore. What kind of mood were you in most of today? It’s only 7:52 AM. My only mood so far is just woke up. Has anyone ever walked in on you naked? Yeah. Because people in this damn house never knock. Tell me an inside joke you have with someone. The word ‘ariba.’ What is the worst thing someone could do to you emotionally? Break my trust. So simple but it packs a punch. What is the worst thing you've ever done to someone emotionally? Idk if I’ve ever been that aggressive. When I want to do something destructive towards someone I always end up asking what it would feel like if the action was done to me, and it’s always been enough to sway me away from doing the thing. How do you feel now about the first person you ever dated? Sad. How about the last person (your last ex)? Same person. What is the best invention ever invented? Air conditioners.

What is something that needs to be invented? Portable air conditioners. What always makes you burp? My burps come randomly. What are you doing tomorrow? It’s my last weekend before my new job, soooooooo...I’ll be bumming around for my last two days of freedom.

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Just a Taste- Bleeding Heart

Part 9 of Just a Taste

Vampire!Billy Hargrove x Fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: implied gang bang, blood mentioned, described gore, described violence, violence against women, dubious consent, some mild smut, feelings, sad Billy hours, 18+ please

A/n: I didn’t edit this one as heavily as I normally do so sorry if anything comes off as weird 

original gif by @leiaslo

That night they had written out the plan with Billy’s grandfather, going over ways to make fire and water sprayable, emphasizing the importance of either driving a stake through the heart or severing the head with a silver knife.The plan was to go to the boardwalk and act like Billy had convinced her to let him turn her, wanting the guys to think he had come to rejoin them and had a way to find even more victims. With wooden stakes in their jackets, the two slowly walked onto the boardwalk, Y/n getting nervous. “Pretty Billy.” A voice called, Billy reaching for her arm. The boardwalk was dead this early in the morning, no shops open. Only one or two fisherman and fog. “Hey, Jonathan. I brought you something.” Billy grabbed her hand, squeezing it. The vampire appeared before them, making the couple jump. “Cute. You bring me a snack?” He asked, hand on her throat before she knew what was happening. “No. She said she would let me turn her.” None of them had been able to convince a girl to turn, the one girl that Billy had seen the day before turned by force because Aaron was getting desperate for companionship. 

Jonathan’s nose was in her hair. “Shame. You smell delicious.” Jonathan almost growled, Y/n stepping closer to Billy, thankful when Jonathan finally let go of her throat. “I guess we should turn her the traditional way then, huh?” Jonathan animatedly talked about how boring it had been without Billy and how some girls who had been letting the group feed on them had been asking where he was, calling him the cute blond kid. The other guys made casual passes at her as they made their way to the cave, her swatting at them. Billy tried not to let on how nervous he was getting, knowing a little about what Jonathan had meant by ‘the traditional way’. Girls were usually property of a vampire clan, especially if the ratio of girls to guys was very low. So it was a tradition to turn them via an orgy of all things, as if standing in a room full of vampires wouldn’t get your heart rate up enough. Salt water rushed around their bare feet as they climbed into the cave, Y/n shivering as the cold air seeped into her jacket. They led them deeper than even Billy had ever been in the cave, the two sticking close together. “How long you been hiding her, Hargrove?” Chris asked, eyeing her up. Billy didn’t answer. “At least tell me she’s a good fuck, man.” He tried again, Y/n trying not to let her intense embarrassment show. “Fuck off, man.”    

“Eh,” he shrugged, “I’ll find out soon enough, right?” He winked. Y/n fake gagged, Billy trying not to laugh. They came to a large room with plush blankets on the ground, as well as a carpet (how it wasn’t pure mold, they didn’t know). She was pulled to the center by Jonathan, his hands settling on her waist. He reminded her of Patrick Dempsey, but with blond hair. It wasn’t...unattractive. Just a little odd. She was getting nervous. “You sure about this, sweetheart? Your heart rate is already high.”

She nodded, not meeting his eyes. He went to push her jacket off her shoulders, Billy now standing behind her. “Oh, sweetheart…” He locked eyes with Billy. “You really thought you’d be able to get away with this?” He pulled the wooden stake out of her newly sewn-in inside pocket. He grabbed her chin, her watching as his irises turn red. She whimpered, a sharp-toothed smirk growing on Jonathan’s face. “What else have you got in here, sweetheart?” He dug through her pockets, grabbing a little silver knife she was also hiding. He pocketed it, her jacket thumping as it hit the ground. Billy inched closer, lifting her shirt and pulling it off of her body. The feeling of being a little fish in a circle of sharks was debilitating, her reaching for something to hold on to, grabbing Jonathan’s belt. “Pretty, isn’t she?” He asked to the open, the others inching in. 

The female vampire scoffed and pouted in the corner, not into girls and not liking to share ‘her boys.’ She squeaked, shorts yanked down her legs, Jonathan running the tip of his nose up the side of her neck, along her artery. Billy kissed the back of her head, trying to reassure her and to keep her calm. Billy pulled a silver knife out of his jacket and blindly thrust it behind him, hearing a deep groan of pain. He whipped around and stabbed him with the stake, the body falling to the ground. Y/n stared at Jonathan’s chest, trying to convince herself she could get through this, she could be able to help Billy fight them off. “Billy...just because you’re the prodigal son doesn’t mean you can just kill my boys.” He turned around. “I brought you a guaranteed good fuck. And she’ll bring you plenty of meals, man. I think I deserve to be possessive.” He said with a smirk, Jonathan looking up from where he had been marking up one side of her neck with a dangerous hickey. He winked at Billy, the blond smacking Y/n’s ass. Okay, now she was nervous. Was Billy lying to her all along? Another vampire went after Billy, angry at the death of his friend. He managed to land an exact hit on him as well, the body’s increasing. Y/n let out a fake moan, a hand on her ass. Billy then made the mistake of killing Jonathan’s favorite, Ben. He had been Jonathan’s first meal, Jonathan feeling such guilt he turned him to prevent him from dying. 

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Jonathan yelled, gripping Y/n closer to him, her reaching for his pockets. Jonathan grabbed the knife before she could though. He took a deep breath, seemingly calming down. The other vampires looked on in shock, but not moving in on Billy in case Jonathan decided to kill them too. “Billy, it’s a shame you left. You always knew where to find the best snacks.” Y/n sucked in air, Billy’s eyes widening in horror at the slick sound of the silver knife entering her body. Jonathan had stabbed her in the stomach, right below her rib cage. She grabbed the hilt, trying to keep him from pulling it out. “Smells amazing.” He hissed, licking up her neck. He bit her, Y/n letting out a weak cry, leaning into the vampire. “FUCK YOU.” Billy yelled, shoving Jonathan away from her, Y/n sinking to the ground. Aaron came to Jonathan’s side, snarling at Billy. The blond act as quick as he could, stabbing Aaron in the center of his chest. Y/n felt  someone roll her over, her yanking the blade out and stabbing the person in the neck. He wailed in pain, the smell of old blood punching her in the nose. Through her blurry vision, she counted four vampires, including Billy. 

The girl ran over, screaming that Y/n was a bitch. Aaron had been her mate and saw Y/n as the direct cause of his death. She sank her teeth into her arm, Y/n crying out and trying to push her off, Billy turning and kicking the girl in the head. Y/n’s limbs felt heavy, another cry filled the room as Jonathan watched Billy kill his clan. She slid a lighter over to Billy, the blond catching it with his foot. He bent down and grabbed it, Jonathan and Billy in a standoff. Y/n gasped in air, flames of pain rolling through her body, the blood loss getting to her. “Jonathan, you’re a son of a bitch, you know that.” He shrugged. “Always have been. What would you call me if I rip her throat out?” Billy turned, seeing her eyes fluttering shut. Jonathan was quicker than Billy, running over to the girl covered in her own blood, dragging his tongue over the wounds. Billy grabbed him by the back of his hair and pulled, dragging the older boy away from her. “Dead meat.” Billy said quietly, howling when Jonathan sank his teeth into his thigh. Billy turned the lighter on and dropped it, distracting Jonathan for a moment when his hair caught on fire. Billy planted his boot on the middle of Jonathan’s stomach, hesitating until he heard the wheezing breath of Y/n as she laid on the ground. He drove the stake into Jonathan’s heart with a growl before dropping the weapon. 

He ran over to Y/n, her eyes closed. “Baby, wake up. Baby look at me.” She couldn’t focus her eyes, but she lifted her head and made eye contact with what she assumed was Billy. “Baby, let me turn you. Please.” His voice cracked, Billy laying down with her. He knew he for some reason he hadn’t turned back. But he had come so close. He couldn’t lose her now. “Baby come on, stay with me. Please, please let me turn you.” She shook her head. “Y/n, baby please. I-I don’t know if I can get to the hospital in time. Please. I can’t-” A sob interrupted him, tears rolling down his face. She closed her eyes, not responding anymore. Billy looked over to see her clothes in a pile, sloppily throwing half of them on her, feeling himself grow weaker as he tried to flee the cave. The mid morning sunlight burned his eyes as he ran to the boardwalk. 

He ran into a crowd of people, not able to enjoy the sudden lack of heart beats he heard. “Someone call 911! Please!” He begged, finding somewhere to set her down. “Oh my god! what happened?!” He tried to rack his brain for something that would make since. “I think a shark. I don’t know! She was pulled under the water and now she’s not waking up.” A crowd gathered. “Please, Y/n, please wake up.” 

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[elanska]

Miss Not So Sidekick - chapter 87

our chapter opened with the head librarian (his name kinda long, so we'll call him important reminder) said he's waiting for someone from the magic tower to do maintenance for the recently bought CCTV orb today. Arwin, smiling briliantly, speaks out that it will be him. Latte reconfirms, and important reminder - upon seeing that brilliant sparkles of beauty and grace, quickly prostrate himself while having nosebleed.

Latte, already used to her hubby's forbidden charms capturing the hearts of everyone (and their grandma, and probably their little dog too) just smile and comment the obvious "I think he's your fan' (no duh! detective!Latte). Arwin just, "ah, the usual" (we want to say he's arrogant, but damn he's pretty!)

(also, uh, I can't picture the jealousy!are you cheating on me-drama once they get married. Pretty girls will be like, take one glance at her hubby, prostrating themselves upon this unearthly beauty and Latte goes, 'yeah, familiar sight'; and Arwin goes 'indeed') ***ABSOLUTELY NOBODY DARES TO APPROACH LATTE TO FLIRT IF THEY STILL VALUE THEIR LIVES***)

important reminder dashed to get the CCTV orb but Arwin is not the Lord of magician's tower just for the pretty face, he directly summoned the orb and grin like, veereee sadistically about what awaits the true culprit. Apawn and inside jobs like 'oh god! we're screwed!!' (serve you right! you bitches! how dare you to try to entrap our cute latte! and you inside jobs! how dare you besmirch our image of librarian being the keeper of multiple dimension within books and being secretly master assassin, you know, like crossover between doctor strange and john wick....but this girl dared to sully that reputation just because threatened/bribed by some silly noble girl??? GRAAAAAA!!!). Latte, the good girl she is feeling bad for those two (wut? butbutbut Latte, girl...), so she try to appeal to her hubby....

hmm? it's not? eh, Latte pointing out that since Arwin is came to the library to CCTV's maintenance, shouldn't he, like, can skip the hassle and just pointed out the culprit? (eh, like, in original novel? so tower's finance going down isn't because Latte getting bishot for free?) (I would also pointed out that in original novel, Arwin is, like, flinging the culprit all over the library, while in Latte's route, he's pretty calm. Well, he's playing around with Latte....maybe he's like big dog who have much playing/exercising to be not aggressive? or maybe he'll just playing with Latte first and then proceed to wreck the culprit afterwards? I meant, Ibelin with her goody-goody girl act should goes 'oh noes, please spare the culprit live, my good sir' or something like that right?)

oops, getting distracted. anyway, Latte pointed out that Arwin can instantly known the culprit (thanks to the CCTV. Or probably in original Ibelin's route, Arwin probably just stalking her around from the start so he can tell immediately about the culprit. am still doesn't give up about relation about Latte and tower's finance, guys....though, if this fantasy setting, the magicians should just do a guild quest or something, seriously, are you magicians or shopkeeper?). Where was I? oh yeah, Arwin should know immediately how to recognize the culprit, yet he goes 'are you the culprit, dear customer?' and goofing around with the investigation. Arwin just laughed and admitted that he's just standby and enjoying the whole show because he thought it was 1. funny and 2. he's curious about Latte's reaction, and kinda surprised that Latte is like, very calm, and not getting flustered.

Latte is like, getting flustered? over a stupid, shoddy plot? (ooof burnt ya there Peridot). If there's recording, Latte's alibi will be quickly proven, and she can also have her household provide testimony for her. Apawn quickly crumbled and start to confess that she's threatened to do so (really? you seem having no conscience at all when framing Latte, what's with the finger pointing and smug face?! GRAAAA!!) and that she would be killed if she didn't complied.

People asked who ordering her, and Apawn said she didn't know, they're wearing cloak and the carriage is covered in black fabric........but! she can see Garnet emblem between the fabric gap! People are shocketh! and Kenneth (oh he's still here, hey don't be rude to mah friend Kenneth, okay, but he's so quiet that we tended to forget he's still here, also quite strange he didn't fussed over Ibelin and keep standing in front of Latte. that's because mah friend is still accused just like, 15 second ago, you know? Fine, fine). okay, so Kenneth said, are you trying to lie again? Apawn crying and swearing it's the truth. People are fussing over about this shocking revelation (meanwhile, I'm questioning myself why the hell you are hellbent on following instruction from someone you didn't even know . If it's the powerful Garnett family that threatened you, then sure, you might get afraid of crossing them and then just do the task. But someone you didn't know just strolled at you and then ordered you to do something and you just do it? I meant, if my boss asking me to lent him money to buy lunch because he forgot his wallet, sure, I'll do that. but if a stranger come to me in restaurant and say 'hey you, your boss and I just eating together and we forgot our wallet. foot our bill.' - I'll at least called my boss first to ensure this is not a scam. Or is the Garnet family reputation so tarnished that people just go 'oh yeah, totally a Garnet style' and just done it anyway? (but the mob on the library fussing on how 'are you sure?' 'need to investigate blahblah'). Wait, they don’t outrightly said IMPOSSIBRU! what's wrong with the Garnet? do they frequently do this kind of thing often?)

On the other side, Latte start monologuing how Peridot's true objective isn't framing Latte nor offing Ibelin-by-falling-bookshelves, but by open investigation for her involvement so Peridot can play victim and aggressively try to prove her innocence. AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY SHE WOULD DO THAT???? I meant, why? why do you need to entrap yourself so you can be crying 'I've been framed! I've been framed!' (perhaps so if she trying to hurt Ibelin again in the future, she will use this case as reference? Like? 'ehhh, somebody trying to frame me /again/?' this is the scary girl that like, trying to get 3 birds with one stone (Latte getting framed and became her follower out of fear, Ibelin getting hurt, and Peridot getting suspicion immunity on the future). Her plot for ensnare Latte quickly unravels tho since it's so messy and Latte has quite an alibi (though it was because of CCTV orbs. Hmmmmm, the Ectrie household might be not much of alibi since they could accused of defending her impartially, but the /rumor/ will drag Latte down regardless (ooooh, so this is rumor attack from noble lady fights)

Arwin (again, asserting his closeness to Latte by whispering close to her. Ha! take take that ma friend Kenneth!) asking how does Latte feels to suddenly got revelation that her case is actually part of bigger conspiracy with ominous shadow looming *DUNDUNDUN* Latte plays it cool, bro. Arwin asks aren't you scared? she shrugged that she doesn't have reason to be scared because she's not the actual target anyway. HUH WHAT

oh yeah, forgot that in Peridot's eyes, Ibelin is still the female lead *snicker snicker* ****Wait, don't laugh, us, it's better for Peridot thinking that way**** so her trying to frame Latte maybe just as an afterthought. The most important thing is to make Ibelin having accident and then Peridot will play victim? (no, sorry, Latte, we're still confused, but we'll trust your word on this). Excited Arwin is cute tho.

Arwin listening to Latte's explanation about how Peridot will likely denying her involvement by making the trap (her crest) very obvious in the first place (she can making various excuse how somebody borrowing her carriage or some criminal plagiarized the crest to implicate her, Important thing is that she's being framed! framed! I tell you! - eh does she meant that she wanted the 'some criminal plagiarize my family crest so whatever vile doing done in the future by some criminal plagiarize my family crest is unrelated to me?' Ohhhh???? OHHHHHHHHH!!!! ss...so that's why she want to get 'caught' on this first offense! de....detective Latte! *worship*).

Arwin makes a comment how he's surprised that Latte is sharper than he thought. Latte is haha, how stupid have you been seeing me till now then?

and Arwin, responded. *we facepalmed*

[thecorteztwins]

Fabian Cortez: A Masterlist of Marvel’s Worst Man or Mutant

@sammysdewysensitiveeyes  Heya! Sorry this took a bit. I have a LOT of Fabian comics to go through. I want to rec the ones really worth reading in terms of content, whether quantity (a lot of him) or quality (he’s important, scummy, or funny in some way) I also wanted to describe what the actual content inside them is, so you can decide for yourself if it’s up your alley or not for what you’re looking for. So under the cut I’m going to list you every piece of Fabian Cortez content worth having! Complete with pictures! Try not to drool, ladies! 

I’ll start with his 616 issues. X-Men (second series) #1: Fabian arrives! First thing he does is use the fact that his sister was nigh-fatally shot defending him to MANIPULATE MAGNETO WITH HER APPARENT DEATH while conveniently not mentioning he can heal her and she’ll be fine. Also introduces the term “flatscan” hooray! X-Men (second series) #2: Magneto shows up to save the Acolytes from the bullshit they got themselves into. Scolds Fabian on the way home after. Quality bits include that when Magneto arrives to collect his stupid followers, Fabian grins RIGHT AT THE GODDAMN CAMERA like he fucking KNOWS. Also, THIS HAPPENS

FUCKING FABIAN I SWEAR TO GOD HE’S SO GROSS also this is when she calls him Magneto’s “pet boy” which I am never ever letting go of X-Men (second series) #3: Fabian betrays Magneto and the other Acolytes, leaving them to die! So what’s the humorous content? Well, they’re spying on a napping Xavier, and Fabian is all “What are you doing, old man?” pondering-like, and Magneto goes “Sleeping?” and idk I find that fucking hilarious. Magneto and Fabian hold hands while Fabian tells him “Let me take you to your quarters” RAWR

X-Factor #92: Fabian’s first interaction with Pietro! He’s pulled together this massive fucking Acolytes attack on a government facility, exposed their secret Sentinel project to X-Factor, put an alien parasite in Val Cooper (which she vomits up in this issue) to control her...ALL TO TALK TO PIETRO!!! Yeah. Also he makes a girl kneel between her knees and creepy-touches her hair, then PULLS it while snarling about how Pietro will be his. So. Yeah. The Uncanny X-Men #300: This happens

Moira also whispers to Neophyte (a teenage boy Acolyte) about how she’s seen how he looks at Fabian when no one is watching. She actually is referring to how she can tell Neo knows Fabian is lying about everything, but still. Neo also quotes some shit about how “Lord Cortez was with our savior a the moment of his death. Magnus has entrusted him” that you just fucking KNOW Fabian is the one who said this you KNOW he’s been preaching this shit to his new Acolytes. Meanwhile, the Gamesmaster TROLLS THE HELL OUT OF FABIAN by letting him talk about how “lol yeah I totes killed Magneto” when Gamesmaster knew that Neo was listening. When Fabian calls Gamesmaster out on this “You set me up!”), Gamesmaster is like “lol yup trololol” and his reason is honestly just that it was funny (”Anything to keep the game interesting”) Fabian tries to run away during a fight because of course he does. THEN WE GET THE FAMOUS NAKED TANTRUM!!!

BECAUSE THIS WAS NECESSARY Fun fact, the naked tantrum epilogue is done by a different artist than the rest of the issue. The person who did most of the issue draws the men with heavy black body hair. The person who did the naked epilogue does not. So Fabian goes from having very hairy arms to totally smooth, suggesting he just got a full-body wax during the time between the tantrum and the main story. So there’s that. Also he breaks a window during said tantrum because THAT’S such a smart idea; nothing like glass shards in your urethra! Also jumps on a man (still naked) while he screams about being royalty. God, I love him. The Uncanny X-Men #304: Opens with the Acolytes dogpiling on Fabian because Exodus has revealed he’s full of shit and the one who killed Magneto. He is STILL trying to give them orders---specifically, the female ones! Oh, Fabian! Exodus, rather than killing him, teleports him away, claiming that Magneto doesn’t want him executed but to suffer slowly “a victim of someone else’s legacy” This was probably meant to foreshadow that Fabian had the Legacy virus, since that plot was just starting at this time, but that never happened so it just comes off like Magneto, being an egomaniac himself, knew that just fading into obscurity would be the perfect punishment for someone like Fabs. Avengers #368 (Bloodties Part I of V): Starts with Fabian holding little Luna above the flames of Genosha and monologuing to her. SHE’S A BABY, FABIAN. SHE CAN’T UNDERSTAND YOU. WHY DO YOU LOVE YOUR OWN VOICE SO MUCH. It is kinda cute (if you ignore the whole “city on fire” thing) that she’s wrapped up in his cloak and appears to be smiling and snuggling him while he rambles. Maybe she thinks he’s telling her a story, idk. All I know is Luna is the only person in this whole damn series who has ever liked Fabian at all and that’s because she’s a literal toddler (infant?) who doesn’t know what’s going on. Issue also ends with Fabian and Luna. He and his forces have murdered the entire government of Genosha and now he’s proclaimed himself the new Chief in State of the nation. He addresses the people from a broadcast inside the state citadel, with a worried-looking Luna on his knee, surrounded by the corpses of the former government. I personally don’t think he looks good on TV. Not good for humorous content, but is worth it if you also want to see him actually seeming scary; it’s gonna be the last time he does it. X-Men (second series) #26: Fabian holds a very confused baby Luna as he gives a big dumb ranty speech to the Genoshans. Also shows up to flash thigh at Pietro like this:

Avengers #369 (Bloodties Part V of V): Exodus takes baby Luna from Fabian and kills him effortlessly. Nothing funny here, but if you enjoy the idea of him dying in a sewer, it may be for you! The Uncanny X-Men #307 (Bloodties Part IV of V): Pietro, Jean, Crystal, and Wanda search the Genoshan sewers for Fabian and Luna. There’s a lot of very unintentional humor here. Pietro mistakes HIS OWN WIFE for Fabian in the dark after HEARING HER VOICE, Fabian compliments Pietro on HOW WELL HE SCREAMS FABIAN’S NAME, Fabian teling Wanda and Pietro not to fight over him, Fabian ranting about how his life is in danger AS IF HE EXPECTS ANY OF THEM TO CARE LOL. Also at this point Fabs is having a nervous breakdown in sheer pants-pissing fear of Exodus, so he is REALLY rough-looking. Very unkempt, very unclean, raggedy cape, and the only time we see his hair out of the ponytail. Don’t know if you’re into the whole “grungy crazy-eyes” look but if you are, this is the issue for you! The 1996-1997 Magneto miniseries is full of hilarious Fabian goodness! It also does not actually have Magneto in it. It has Joseph, Magneto’s younger clone, believed by everyone at the time to be a de-aged Magneto with amnesia. It’s four issues and THE ART IS HORRIBLE and they forget Fabian’s ponytail through the whole thing except one issue...but the Fabian fuckery is AMAZING! It’s where he lies to a bird, it’s where he returns from the death no explanation and comes in LEVITATING AND SPARKLING with also no explanation how he’s doing that, where he tells a woman that snow reminds him of himself because he’s SO PURE and then tries to put her in his would-be harem two issues later and SHE BEATS HIM UNCONSCIOUS AND NO ONE QUESTIONS HER WHEN THEY WALK IN ON IT, where they lock him up and he escapes by somehow making A BIG FUCKING HOLE IN THE WALL WHAT THE FUCK and Joseph is just like “eh he’ll die out there” and apparently that’s just fine with everyone (LOOOL), where three Acolytes fight over who gets to kill him....honestly it just goes on and on, it’s great. A+ Fabian material, you must read! Fabian also tries to tutor Joseph on how to be Magneto and all I can think of is the bit in “Anastasia” where Vlad and Dmitri teach Anya about being a princess. Also he tricks “Magneto” into kissing a woman and it makes Exodus cry. So there’s that too. Quicksilver #1: IN JUST  ONE SINGLE ISSUE Fabian manages to get a MASSIVE AQUARIUM comically dumped on him because he didn't listen to a woman, literally RAINS on poor Bova and Luna who have NO IDEA why a random wet fuckboy is falling on them from the ceiling screaming, SHOOTS A HORSE FURRY ON ACCIDENT, and then gets scolded like the idiot he is by Exodus. I’m just...in awe. Quicksilver #4-6: MAXIMUS AND FABIAN TEAM UP!! Heroes for Hire & Quicksilver Annual 1998: Pietro is finally ready to lead the Acolytes like Fabian was always pressuring him to!...and Fabian goes “lol nope” when Pietro is like hey go fight this dangerous battle. FABIAN. Exodus and Pietro both think he’s a coward lol. Fabs just takes anyone with him who will go and tries to split XD Magneto Rex #1: Magneto tracks down Fabian to make him serve him again. Involves Fabian saying “I guess I don’t have any choice” while kneeling in front of Magneto and a closeup of Magneto’s hand on his head. So yes. And Magneto even brought along a NEW ponytail douche with him, Pipeline, just to show Fabian he’s not special. X-men (second series) #96: A shirtless Magneto sits up in bed after having a dream about Xavier and yells “Fabian Cortez! Attend me!” Fabian comes running into his room. Also Magneto punches him in the face. Uncanny X-Men #379: At this point everyone knows Fabian is a big fat traitor so he doesn’t even try to hide it, he just openly talks treason to the other Acolytes. Magneto catches him and tosses him into a pillar, he ain’t even surprised. Magneto Dark Seduction #1: Pietro walks in on Fabian sitting in Magneto’s chair when no one is around and yells at him. Magneto Dark Seduction #2: He’s in it but not worth noting. If you want to read the Dark Seduction series as a whole though, you probably should read this just for context’s sake. He does send a goddamn email as “Trojan Horse” though. Seriously. Trojan Horse. FABIAN ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Magneto Dark Seduction #3: Just a couple panels, but Fabian getting a fuck ton of guns pointed at him while he plays innocent!

Magneto: Dark Seduction #4: Fabian stares at a woman’s ass while negotiating with her for his release. He never notices the floating head of Sinister behind him because of said staring. He complains about the means of escape she gives him not being good enough, and then is killed by Magneto. So the last two things he does in his life is stare at a woman’s butt and be an entitled brat. HE DIED AS HE LIVED! X-Men ‘92 is indeed great! The thing to remember is, there are TWO X-Men ‘92 series. The first series is part of the 2015 Secret Wars and is four issues. The next series, which spanned 10 issues from 2016 to 2017, is not. The one with Fabian content is the second one. However, he is NOT in every issue, and not every issue he’s in will have Quality Fabness. X-Men ‘92 #2: His first appearance in these pages, in which he immediately shows us YUP, IT’S HIM by proclaiming himself THE SUPREME MUTANT:

X-Men ‘92 #6: Features Fabian undercover as a roadie in Lila Cheney’s band. This is where he fools all the X-Men here as security by him just wearing a goddamn baseball cap. Also features THIS FUCKING FACE:

X-Men ‘92 #7: The first page doesn’t have Fabian, but it does have someone talking about him! He’s one of The Toadies, the band that Lila was playing with, and a real-life grunge band that got to cameo in these issues! He refers to Fabian as “that weird roadie with the ponytail” which is priceless enough, but also says that the band “chased him to the parking lot but lost him” That’s right, Fabian was CHASED THROUGH A CONCERT PARKING LOT BY A GRUNGE BAND! And it was off-screen! This is both FANTASTIC because it happened and a HUGE LOSS that we didn’t get to see it. Later in the issue, Fabian himself does show up being HIMSELF and we get this:

Because we needed that angle of him, I guess. Thanks artists. And then we get him...being himself. X-Men ‘92 #9: It only has one Fabian panel but OH MY GOD WHAT A PANEL

X-Men ‘92 #10: Includes these wonderful moments/faces!

That time Fabian Cortez just kind of randomly photobomber the Summers-Grey-Xavier family photo Seriously, Charles is basically Scott’s father, and to a degree Jean’s as well, Cassandra Nova is his twin sister, and Cable is the son of Scott and Jean’s clone and then there’s Fabian who has no connection to any of these people who isn’t even on the same SIDE yet has just RUN IN THERE AND INTO THE FUCKING CENTER NO LESS FABIAN

Now let’s go one more, X-Men Forever! I don’t consider it great Fabian content, there’s really no comedy beyond how much Claremont clearly hates this guy, but given his presence in it, I’ll list his appearances and let you decide if it’s something you’d want to have a look at. Like X-Men ‘92, X-Men Forever takes place in an alternate timeline. It branches off right after X-Men #3, when Fabian murdered Magneto. Also like X-Men ‘92, it’s the second series to be called this. The first one is by Fabian Niceiza and there is no Cortez content. The one you want is the X-men Forever written by Chris Claremont and his beautiful, beautiful hate-on for Fabian. X-Men Forever #1: Fabian fights the X-Men. Not anything really noteworthy as funny or scummy or specifically “Fabian” here. Some of them debate killing him once they knock him out, as the X-Men all kinda become especially “fuck this guy” in X-Men Forever towards Fabian even though he’s done MUCH less shit in this universe. Why? Claremont hates him, that’s why. But yeah probably not worth it if you’re looking for a “Fabian being Fabian” fix.  Is worth it is you always wanted his flat ass in khakis though!

Also the Phoenix knocks him on his ass when he manhandles Jean

And he does what he does best!

X-Men Forever #5: A shackled Fabian is dumped into the middle of nowhere into the hands of a mysterious group. Just one page, nothing funny or shitty here, not worth it for what you’re looking for I don’t think. X- Men Forever #19:  We get to see what happened to Fabian! He’s in the clutches of the Consortium, an anti-mutant organization, and he’s a tortured emaciated wreck. I don’t even like seeing him like this, man. I love him getting what he deserves but oh man this is rough. There is one kinda funny bit where, when they discover him, he asks if they came to mock him. I think this is funny just because it speaks to his egocentric mindset even in this state; yes, Fabian, they busted into a super dangerous top-secret facility just to make fun of YOU! X-Men Forever #20: . He can’t even stand up, he has to be carried out of there. He gets shot during his own rescue, but lives (for a bit) through it, long enough to give the X-Men some info about who’s behind this operation. This is not funny Fabian content at all, so you might not want it. X-Men Forever #21: Fabian passed away during the night after his rescue. Claremont is sure to state in the yellow boxes that “Nobody misses him. Nobody mourns.” We do get to see his dead body and Jean does a sort of psychic autopsy in which she extracts further info from his deceased brain. Again, this isn’t funny Fabian content, it’s not even really Fabian content at all, would not recommend. We come back to the fun with “X-Men: The Animated Series” from the 1990s! Fabian appears in “Sanctuary: Part !”, “Sanctuary:Part II”, and “The Fifth Horseman.” All of them are pretty great! And gave us MY FAVORITE SCREENSHOTS OF ALL FLIPPIN’ TIME! xD THE HOLOGRAM HAREM!

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Yours - Chapter Three

Chapter Three : Back to Work

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader Synopsis: Rafael and the reader end their honeymoon and get back for the case of Carl Rudnick. Based around S17.E1, “Devil’s Dissection” Hope you enjoy! (As always, some of the dialogue is taken directly from the episode) Word Count: 2,423 Tags: @sergeantdodds , @gibbs274 , @standing-in-a-downpour, @sweetsummertime99, @amelia-save-me, @cumberbabe92, @evs41u, @jayzayy, @juliie-isabel, @s0meb0dy-0ncet0ldme

Previous Chapter

“So what’s the poison for our first day back?” Rafael asked, attaching the cufflinks you bought him to his dress shirt. You took in a deep breath from the kitchen table and looked up at him. 

“They found a dead body in Yates’ burial ground.” Rafael sighed as he slipped on his jacket. You stood up and slipped on your own leather jacket. “Welcome back, right?”

“Wouldn’t have imagined it any other way.” He kissed you softly and smiled. “Keep me updated.”

“Love you,” you said as he walked towards the door.

“Love you, too, cariño.” As the door shut, you put your dishes in the washer and got your keys and badge.

When you got to the precinct, Carisi spun around with a smile. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and held it out for you.

“What’s this for?” you asked, taking it with a smile. 

“A welcome back present.”

“Thank you.” You sat at your desk for the first time in a few weeks and took a drink of your coffee. “So, catch me up on this Yates case.”

“Possible Yates case,” Amanda said, walking into the room. “Good to see you, Y/N.”

“Probable Yates case,” Fin said, coming out of Liv’s office. “Welcome back, Y/N.”

“Thanks, guys. Catch me up on this case.”

“Absolutely,” Fin said, “We’re gonna need all the help we can get.” As they started explaining the body they found, and Yates’ tip, Liv walked out of her office. 

“Hey, Sergeant,” you said.

“Hey, welcome back. How was the honeymoon?” You glanced over at Amanda, who looked as if she felt the question was out of place, too, and then back at Olivia.

“Good. Sounds like you could use an extra hand, though.”

“We could. Come down to the M.E.’s office in about an hour. Amanda, you too.”

“Why?” Amanda asked.

“We’ve got two people to catch up on this case,” Liv said, sending a small smile your way. You looked down at your cup with a smile.

“Rafael,” Liv said, walking into his office. Rafael looked up from the file he was reading and smiled. He stood up and Olivia gave him a hug. “Welcome back.”

“It’s good to be back. Although, I’d prefer different circumstances.”

“Wouldn’t we all. I’m having Y/N and Rollins meet us down at the M.E.’s office. But I thought I could catch you up on the way there as best I could.”

“Sounds good,” Rafael said, taking his jacket off the back of his chair.

“And I’m sure you would like to see your wife,” Olivia said with a teasing smile. Rafael chuckled and nodded.

“I really would.”

Carl Rudnick explained the decomposition of the body to you and Amanda as you stood in the chilly examiner’s room. Amanda looked a little bit green, and you couldn’t blame her. Amanda said she was fine as she turned away from the body. You went over to her just as the door opened. 

“Dr. Rudnick, Rollins, Dodds.”

“A sergeant and an A.D.A. at an autopsy. Should I be nervous? Oh, and Sergeant Benson, I believe it is Barba now if I’m not mistaken,” Rudnick said, looking over at you. You smiled slightly and nodded. “Congratulations are in order.”

“Not here,” Rafael said firmly, walking up to the doctor. “Can you tell us anything?”

“An autopsy like this is an enigmatic puzzle. The body was cut, broken, and tied with an electrical cord to fit in the suitcase. It had to be uncurled, X-Rayed, rehydrated-”

“Start at the beginning,” Rafael interrupted as he walked closer to Rudnick, sparing one glance your way. “Age. Cause of death.”

“She was a white female. From her teeth, I’d guess about twenty-five. 5′6″. In good physical health.”

“Cause of death?” Olivia asked again.

“The skull was fractured, but I believe the cause was strangulation. The hyoid was also fractured. The body was wrapped in a blanket. The dry heat and smoke from the common chimney effectively mummified the remains, and she was in situ for over a decade most likely.

“How is it she was discovered?” Rudnick asked.

“Actually it was a tip from Yates,” Olivia said.

“Dr. Yates? Is it a tip or a confession?”

“Is this another one of his?” Rafael asked as you walked over to his side. 

“I noted no nail polish. But the incisions do show evidence of medical technique. And the fractured skull is not inconsistent with Yates’ MO.”

“But strangulation is, and the victim was a redhead,” Amanda cut in.

“Yes, so was Rache Groves. I”ll need to do a thorough examination. So far, I’ve found no trace of the killer’s DNA. Which is also not inconsistent with Yates’ MO.”

“Thank you, Dr. Rudnick,” you said, walking out of the examiner’s room. The group followed, with Rafael right behind you. 

“’Also not inconsistent with Yates’ MO,’“ Olivia repeated.

“That’s M.E. talk for Yates did it, but don’t quote me.”

“Yates is appealing his conviction. Why would he tip us off to another victim? He’s sick, but he’s not stupid.”

“Because he’s sick, Amanda,” you said.

“I know,” she said, glaring at you. “I know him better than anyone, though. This just doesn’t seem like something he would do.”

“Rollins, all due respect-”

“Don’t start a sentence that way,” Amanda interrupted, cutting Rafael off.

“Fine,” he said, turning to face her. “If Yates didn’t do it then how did he know that body was there?” Amanda shook her head and scoffed, walking out of the hallway. You sighed and glanced at Rafael.

“She’s my ride back.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek quickly, before walking back down the hallway.

“Bye, babe,” he said plainly, looking over at Olivia.

“It’s good to see you so happy.” Rafael smiled and looked down at his loafers.

“I’d feel a lot happier if we got this case wrapped up.”

“Agreed.” 

Later that afternoon, after talking with Yates, Amanda and Olivia discovered that the only way Yates was going to talk was if he got conjugal visits with his girlfriend. So, they called you on their way down to send you to meet with her, and make sure she was okay with it. 

Showing up late to Rafael’s office that night, you found that Olivia and Amanda were already there.

“Oh, hey,” you said, stealing a glance over at Rafael who looked irritated but happy to see you. “I just texted you guys. Susie is okay with the conjugal visits.” Rafael sighed and looked up at you from his laptop.

“Yates wants to touch his fiance?” he asked. You looked over at Amanda and Olivia, and it was clear that they had not yet told him this shimmering aspect of the case. “Hasn’t he touched enough women already?” he asked looking back at Olivia.

“Look, they’ve been together for twenty years. He’s never hurt Susie.”

“And she’s okay with conjugal visits?” he asked, looking back at you. You sat down next to Amanda and smiled uncomfortably. 

“Yes. She is really okay with them.”

“Every pot has a lid,” Amanda said. 

“Lovely. You do realize how this would look if word got out, right? Yates is already on the hook for multiple rapes and murder,” Rafael said, glaring at Amanda. “Now he wants to trade crime tips for conjugal visits.”

“If Yates is telling the truth, there could be another serial out there,” Amanda said.

“And thus far Yates hasn’t led us wrong,” you said.

“No, he’s just led Rollins in a roundabout way.” 

“Pick your poison, counselor,” Olivia said, standing up. Rafael groaned.

“Fine. Bring the fiancee upstate. Let them conjugate, and then interrogate both of them afterward. You better be right about this, Rollins.” She looked uncomfortable and stood up. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Amanda said, looking at you.

“Night.” They both walked out the door and you looked over at Rafael.

“Great day back, eh?” you asked. He blew air out of his nose and shook his head.

“I’m gonna have to stay late, okay?”

“On your first day back?”

“Yes. There’s a lot to catch up on. You should probably be doing the same.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, growing tired of his short responses.

“I just meant-”

“Nope. I got it. Keep working.” You stood up and walked out of his office, and headed home. 

When Rafael got back to the townhouse at eleven that night, he was ready to swallow his pride. His ideal first day back didn’t involve pissing off his newlywed wife. The lights were off, except for the lamp by the front door. He dropped his keys and his coat and took the steps two at a time up to your room. 

You were asleep in bed when he opened the door. You slept furthest away from the door, and your back was turned. As Rafael walked across the room, he thought he saw a slight blink of red light, but when he looked near the TV, he saw it was only from the receiver.

Your hair was in a sloppy ponytail, and the moon was hitting your face in such a way that it glowed. Rafael stripped down until he was wearing only his undershirt and boxers, and crawled in next to you. 

He hadn’t realized how tired he was until his skin hit the sheets. He rolled over on his side and knew that his movement had woken you up. You sighed and he touched your waist.

“I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t fully asleep anyway. You know I can’t seep without knowing you’re next to me anymore.” He smiled softly, but sadness also crept into his heart at your words.

“I don’t mean about coming home late.” You rolled over and propped your head upon your hand. “Although I am sorry about that.”

“Then what are you sorry for?”

“You’re gonna make me work for it, aren’t you?” You smiled and shrugged.

“I didn’t marry a lawyer for nothing. But I definitely didn’t marry him to have him scold me when I just wanted to spend our first evening back together.” 

“I know,” he said, pulling on the t-shirt of your pajamas gently. “I’m just stressed.”

“It’s our first day back, Rafa.”

“I know,” he said with a smile. “There’s just a lot riding on this. I shouldn’t have snapped at you, though. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know.” Rafael laughed and you scooted closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. Your legs intertwined, and his hairy ones brushed against your smoother ones. “I’m sorry I stormed out.”

“That’s okay. It was probably the best thing to do. I can be a real-”

“Grouch,” you completed. Rafael laughed and you squeezed him tighter. “Don’t worry, it’s one of the reasons I married you.”

“How was your morning?” Rafael asked, walking up the steps to his office with you in sync.

“I got to listen to Yates and his fiancee have sex in a trailer, so that was . . .” Rafael looked at you and cringed and you laugh. “Yeah. But the worst thing is that my husband left the house wearing this awful tan suit.”

“Sounds like a real piece of work,” Rafael said, smiling. He pushed open the door to his waiting room and smiled at Carmen. He glanced over into his office and saw that the entire SVU squad was already waiting in there. He looked over at you and tilted his head just slightly. 

“Oh, and, um, Yates said that Carl Rudnick killed Lena Grunwald.” Rafael opened the door into his office and looked at you in shock. 

“Accusing the Deputy Chief M.E. of rape and murder?” he asked, walking into his office.

“I thought it might be best to soften you up first,” you said quietly. 

“And they offered this conspiracy theory right after their conjugal visit.”

“Yeah, I know,” Amanda said.

“He worked you two,” Rafael said, disgusted.

“Or the fiance worked us,” Fin said. “Give Yates points. That’s a bold move.”

“I’m sorry, you all were right. I was wrong,” Amanda said.

“You’re not entirely to blame, Rollins. We could have stopped you just as easily, too,” you said, giving her a little bit of sympathy.

“Thanks, but-”

“Hold on, Rollins,” Carisi said, standing up. “Now, look, I’m still only mid-search, but there was a Lena Grundwald from Switzerland who went to Columbia at that time. Now, as far as I can tell, she never graduates, she just disappears off the grid in winter of 2002.”

“You actually looked into this?” Rafael asked, dumbfounded. You went over to stand by his side and touched his shoulder gently.

“Yeah, Counselor, I did. Because if Yates is taking a flyer for an appeal, then we have to rule this out.” Everyone looked around the room, impressed with Sonny’s work. You smiled softly at him and he continued. “Now I’m still new here, but how well do you guys know Carl Rudnick?”

“He got here right before you did,” Olivia said. “He came out of Miami-Dade, I think.”

“Carisi’s right,” Rafael said, somewhat reluctantly. “Yates is looking to overturn his conviction. Did Rudnick ever mention that he went to medical school with Yates?”

“No, he didn’t,” Amanda said.

“So what if he did? Yates kidnapped, raped, tortured, and murdered Nadia. He is guilty. The only reason he’s bringing up conflicting evidence is for his appeal,” Olivia exclaimed.

“Still, if they did know each other, then Rudnick should have recused himself,” Carisi said.

“That’s easy enough to confirm. Then while you’re at it, see if Rudnick has any connection to the townhouse in Harlem, or if he even knew this supposed fiance of Lena Grunwald.” 

The squad started to leave the room, but you followed last. Rafael let out a sigh, and you could tell that he was already thinking about opening that bottle of bourbon in his drawer.

“Hey, I know this sucks,” you said. “And if it’s true, it means a mountain of work for you, for us, but we need to look into it.”

“I know,” Rafael said with a sigh. You went over to him and kissed him, keeping hold of his arms. 

“I love you, and I have to go.”

“Okay. Wait, do you really hate this suit?” he asked. You nodded in exaggeration. 

“Oh, it’s fucking awful.” Rafael rolled his eyes and went back over to his desk. 

“Alright. Get outta here.”

“Bye,” you said, opening the door.

“Love you.” You winked at him through the windows in response.

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How to Make Your Villain Domestic but Still Evil

It’s the oxymoron that attracts us. Billowing black cape, terrifying worldviews, a willingness to make the streets run red with blood – and you know what would be hilarious? Them trying and failing to make morning pancakes. You know what would really hit us in the feels? Watching them show tenderness around a special someone.

Having a villain with a domestic side is lassoing a black hole, and it’s a tantalizing thing to watch. However, anyone who’s indulged in these daydreams with their own villains has probably encountered one very specific issue: it makes them less evil. They lose their edge.

For example, look at Crowley from CW’s Supernatural. This was a guy to be feared at one point; arriving out of nowhere at unexpected times, always playing both sides of the conflict, and you could be certain he would skin anyone necessary to get what he wanted – usually without getting a single drop of blood on his impeccable suit.

Flash forward to recent seasons, and we’ve seen Crowley cry and whimper more times than Dean has died –which is saying something. At first, it was fascinating to discover this powerful character actually had a tender side; and now, when Crowley makes a threat, we’re about as afraid as when any low-level demon makes one. This is because his evil was too compromised. He let himself go.

How can we avoid this mistake with our villains? The answer isn’t making them crush puppies and hate butterflies at every turn; it’s in balancing their core scariness with their softer side – giving them complexity, giving us a bit of “aww,” and making their eventual whiplash back into ‘terrifying’ all the more wonderful.

For this, we’re going to use Epic of Lilith by Ivars Ozols as an example. This book centers on arguably the original female villain – Lilith, the first woman of the Garden of Eden, who got on the “good guys’” bad side by refusing to submit to someone who was clearly her equal. There won’t be any spoilers below, but if you give the book a read (it’s an easy page turner), the points will be driven home stronger.

Plus it’s a book with a great female villain who isn’t objectified (don’t let the cover fool you, seriously) and prose that isn’t full of sexual over- or undertones. Talk about a win, eh?

Here we go.    

They Don’t Sacrifice

Pairing the villain with a more paragon character is certainly an enticing match, with an ‘opposites attract’ vibe that will breed plenty of dramatic conflict. However, sacrificing is seen as a very moral thing to do – and villains, as a general principle, have a strong degree of selfishness. They may suffer for their cause, they may accept loses to achieve their goals, but putting their mission at risk for their romantic partner is giving away power. That’s not selfish – that’s sacrifice.

It’s important to understand what your villain’s goal is – be it creating better monsters, as it is with Lilith, taking over the world, or crushing a certain someone. Now this goal must be unshakable under any circumstances.  

For example, Lilith is determined to create better and more powerful creatures – something even the Guardian Angels couldn’t fathom or defeat. When she found a special someone, her goal didn’t change. She didn’t give up her experiments or her wanderlust search for advancing her cause. Instead, she convinced her love interest of her worldview, making them crave it like she did – albeit for different reasons. She let them carry out their domestic dreams, and joined them only when she had finished advancing her goals for the day. When faced with choosing between domesticity and her ultimate mission – she didn’t sacrifice.

Making morning pancakes in a cute apron is fine – but if morning pancakes meant giving up their plans, they’d ditch the apron first and unquestioningly.  

They Have Equals, but Always a Backup Plan

Being a powerful villain doesn’t mean being all-powerful. Crowley still relied on the Winchesters at times to see his plans come to fruition, and Lilith still valued her monsters as children in need of protection – especially the final edition, which were unexpectedly crafted from the failings of the ‘good guys.’ Lilith also valued her love interest, enough to teach them how to be a powerful reckoning in their own right (and a seriously kickass partner for her).

But most importantly, when push comes to shove, if these equals ever decided to turn the inch they were given into a mile – the villains wouldn’t be subjugated. Crowley always had a backup plan in place which would take the overconfident heroes off guard if they tried to turn the tables. And Lilith, while certainly rocked by betrayal, didn’t hesitate to use the weaknesses she’d learned about her allies during the time of peace to put herself back in the power seat when war came.

They Don’t Lose Their Good Sense

Being insensibly twitterpated is half the fun of love, and creating strong friendships requires making yourself a little uncharacteristically vulnerable. Unless you’re a villain. What makes terrifying villains terrifying is often their ability to stay ahead of the curve – to always have an ace up their sleeve. They didn’t reach their level of power by not keeping their wits about them, and while they may relax this prowess around someone special, they shouldn’t abandoned it as much as, say – a hero would.

For example, there was a point where Lilith softened around the edges and wasn’t met with treachery as a result. Yet when a similar opportunity for her and her own came knocking, a hero might have assumed it would work out in the same way as before. As a villain, Lilith knew better. Anticipating ‘the worst’ and slowly reaping the benefits of ‘the best’ with a healthy dose of caution – and from the safety of her power seat – is what brought her to where she is.

So when betrayal came knocking, the wits that had earned her power were already fired up. In fact, they’d never been powered down.

They Still Do Evil Things

Having your evil-incarnate character stop to buy Girl Scout cookies is the kind of “aww” and “haha” trope we’re all here for. However, it’s important that they never lose their true nature. It’s easy to let them delve into the paragon side of morality a little too far – and forget that they may set the entire stand ablaze if the cookies are overpriced.

A character that starts with disemboweling a friend who outright ticks them off is the same kind of character who should glance at a knife, then their love interest, then the knife when they get into a heated argument. That’s their nature. It may seem like a step too far – and you may hear your imaginary future readers starting a riot – but it is true to their character. They always bring a bit of that ‘villainness’ to their domesticity.

Such as with Lilith. She has a rather strong habit of seeding derision among her enemies, often as subtle and underhandedly as possible. When an ally starts showing behavior that she doesn’t approve of, it’s not the ‘fair’ and ‘nice’ high ground she takes; it’s an insidious angle, attempting to convince them they can’t trust anyone but her. It doesn’t matter how much they mean to her; it’s her nature to undo the foundations of those who square off against her.

They Break From Their Nature, But Not for Long

Villains can and should be sympathetic in some regards – depending on the style of villain you’re crafting. So this is where you can bend the above guidelines a little, so long as a saving grace is included. Your villain temporarily sacrifices a strategic position that way they can protect their love interest. Your villain puts themselves in a vulnerable place because they don’t want to harm their allies. Your villain goes ahead and pays the highway-robbery price for Girl Scout cookies.

But this break from their nature doesn’t last long – and they come back even more terrifying. This provides the reader with a tenderhearted moment of “aww” but then firmly reminds them who they – and all the characters – are dealing with. Lilith, when encountering one particular instance of betrayal, had the option of annihilating the one who had turned on her. However, she didn’t. She let them go. Against her nature, she showed mercy to someone who outright did not deserve it.

But it was only a chapter or two before she crafted and then executed a plan that would place everyone in incredible danger. Her betrayers were not the intended victims, but they would certainly be affected. Undoubtedly, it’s worse for everyone than if she exacted her precise vengeance.

So have your villains help the good guys save their grandma from a bad nursing home. Then have them burn the entire place down, everyone still inside – because, hey, it’s better than making all those remaining deal with poor care.

Domesticating a villain is exciting, gives them complexity, and if you play it right, certainly delivers a few laughs. But it’s a dangerously fine line – with a strong risk of making them into a boring sap. The key is to make them a villain first and domestic second – since, after all, it was the original we came for to begin with.

To see it done well in action (or just to enjoy a good read), check out Ivar Ozols’ debut self-published novel, Epic of Lilith. Featuring a strong female character, a strong female villain, and an interesting Sci-Fi/time travel take on biblical mythos, it’s a book worth reading. Plus, it’s great to support your self-published comrades!

Happy writing.

[comealongvael]

My thoughts on Amnesia; Memories… so far? (½)

“What’s that in the title, Kaz? ‘So far’?”

Well, I haven’t exactly FINISHED the game. I’m stuck on one of the routes, because the guy is pretty much the embodiment of ‘yikes’. So I’ll probably redo this to some degree when I’ve finished the game, his route and a ‘secret route’, because who knows maybe my thoughts will change?

This is also one of the games where I didn’t do the bad or normal ends, so I’ll have to do them too. But but but! My thoughts so far are under the ‘read more’. Let’s get started!

A quick summary, for those that haven’t played the games:

Some little precious cinnamon bun named Orion fucked up and enters your head, or something, and gives you amnesia. And you’ve got to uncover your memories of your life, in multiple timelines, so you can free him and live happily ever after. With whatever boy you’ve chosen. It’s adorable.

It’s interesting and I love the idea, and it’s got that whole mysterious feel to it; no two routes are exactly the same, blah, blah. Just play the game, it’s great.

So now let’s move on to my favourite and least favourite routes:

Favourites: Shin, Ikki, and Kent. In that order.

Least Favourites: Toma. Oh dear god, Toma. But I won’t get into why just yet. Just know that… holy shite, YIKES.

Favourite and least favourite characters time:

Favourites: Orion, Shin, Ikki, Kent, Sawa, Waka… and Ukyo? I can explain that last bit, and will in a bit.

Least Favourites: Most of the female cast and Toma. Nobody should be surprised. Let’s be honest.

Now we’re going to get into the long winded part. Where I just ramble about these characters and routes. So buckle up and get ready.

The first route and character we’re going to talk about is Shin/Heart World.

Shin’s the Heroine’s childhood friend, he’s a bit younger and rough around the edges, but he’s completely worth it. And so is his route.

First let’s talk about the route, Heroine fell off a cliff more or less, which is the perfect reason for her to have amnesia. He’s his route is falling for this adorable but rough lad, all the while uncovering the mystery of what happened the night of the main character’s accident/incident. And everyone is a suspect, I even suspected Orion at point and he wasn’t there at the time. But overall, it was fun and Shin is adorable during it.

However, the good ending… is difficult to explain; I liked it to a point, where [spoilers]Toma is given no real punishment for what happened[/spoilers].

Now let’s discuss Shin. In his own route, he is brilliant. He, as I said, is rough around the edges and can be a bit pushy at times, but he’s also vulnerable–especially towards the end of his route. And he’s not just one note but a complex character, who is absolutely smitten with the Heroine. And shows sides of himself to her that other people just don’t get to see.

In other routes, he… kind of suffers though. Mostly because Heroine is not close enough to see that vulnerability that is shown in his route. However, he does have some interesting moments in each route, my favourites being his bouts of jealousy in Kent’s and Ikki’s routes and his concerns and actions in Toma’s.

Overall, I love him. He’s probably my favourite. Of all the time. He’s a bit tragic and complex, and his route is fun–I believe he should be everyone’s first route. Because he’s good and pure. And well-written, which can be a bit surprising for an otome game?

Next route and character is going to be Kent/Clover World.

Kent is Kent. There’s no other way to describe him. He’s very unique and a bit of a nerd, and he’s route is quite funny to be honest. He was my first, and there were some problem in the beginning but I went back and fixed that.

Anyway, his route. There’s so much maths. Oh lord, I’ll have nightmares until the end of my days over the quizzes. I am horrible with maths. But other than that, I really did enjoy his route. It was adorable and pure, and he tries so hard in it that you have to give him credit. However, it’s also quite tragic because–by being nice to him, it shows some sides to their previous relationship that wasn’t so pretty. And some of the things he says in response to the main character being nice to him, makes me want to strange her.

But the good ending is well worth even all the maths quizzes. Because he’s finally happy and so is the heroine. It’s just so good and pure, and talking too much about it will be spoilers galore.

Now let’s talk about Kent, in his own route. Kent… is very blunt in what he says, and sometimes he doesn’t see how insincere he seems. However, as the route continues and he begins to grow under Heroine’s kindness, he softens a bit and becomes one of the sweetest characters in the game. And it’s amazing to watch that growth, and he did pull a lot at my heartstrings a lot. Particularly when you are nice to him and his responses vary between adorable and tragic, as he comments that it’s not like the Heroine or he thinks she hates him. The latter is so sad, and probably comes from a guilt in him, but it’s still hard to hear him talk about someone he obviously is in love with like that.

In other routes, Kent suffers the most. He doesn’t have a huge role in Shin’s route and I don’t think he even appears in Toma’s. Uhm, he does excel in Ikki’s, as the hilarious best friend. And in his own awkward way he does seem to support Ikki and the Heroine, and has some of the best ‘best friend’ dialogue I have ever seen. I just really love their relationship.

Overall, I do really like him. And I love his character growth in his route. I love his complexities and his awkwardness, and I will say that his route needs to be done and the player needs to have patience for him because his good end is well worth it. This nerd is the best nerd, sorry.

Now Ikki/Spade World, who kind of surprised me.

Ikki is actually one of the most intriguing character in the game for me. He seems like just a regular old womaniser, who is way too patient with his weird arse fan club. And he has magical eyes or something. It’s bizarre.

His route starts off a little weird. He’s introduced as the Heroine’s boyfriend and they’ve got this date, but he’s late to it and when she goes to find out if maybe she was supposed to meet him outside, she finds him way too close to this weird fan club he has. So the first impression of him isn’t the greatest but–as time goes on, you start to see cracks in Ikki’s surface personality. But we’ll talk more about that when I’m discussing his character.

The good end is brilliant. Finding out that Ikki is kind of a victim in his route but him finally getting his happily ever after was so heartwarming. I approve.

So his character. As stated above, he comes off as a womaniser, who loves to flirt and is known for dating girls for a certain amount of time, then they break up. He kind of comes off as a narcissistic jerk, but as time goes on, as you progress in his route, you find out that’s not the case. During some beautifully written moments of vulnerability on Ikki’s part you learn that he’s not as happy as he appears, and he’s quite lonely in the way women react to him. He calls his Magic Eyes of Instant Love a curse and he falls head over heels for the heroine because she didn’t Instant Love him. He’s amazing, tragic, and I really do adore him.

However, once again, Ikki suffers when you don’t do his route. Even in Kent’s route. He kind of fell flat in the other routes, and his only redeeming quality in Kent’s is his friendship with Kent. Which is kind of sad still, considering the attentive and kind person we get in his route. But that seems to a reoccurring theme in the game.

Overall, he’s probably my second favourite character. Especially with the way his route plays out. But I could have lived without the magical eyes? Though, hey, Heroine has an adorable spirit living in her head so… eh? Magical eyes aren’t that bad.

And now, Toma/Diamond World.

Oh boy. Where to even begin with Toma. I haven’t finished his route. It’s a really difficult route to work through and I really don’t feel like it’s going to pay off. And it’s been really disappointing so far, considering how interesting the other route were and the other characters were, and it’s so… I’m just going to get into it. Spoilers galore, so if you don’t want ‘em, just stop and read the little memo thing at the bottom.

First off, let’s talk about his route. It starts off kind of weird, Heroine faints or something when she and Orion show up. Toma’s there and flips, rushing her off to the hospital where she has to stay and do nothing. Seriously, the first few days of the route… there’s nothing. At all. Going on. Just hospital.

There’s signs very early on that there’s something wrong with Toma. There’s a scene with a laptop, where the battery and charger go missing–and she mentions that she lost battery, and Toma makes the comment about her being unable to use the laptop now. Which he shouldn’t have been able to know, since he only knew about the missing battery and not the charger. However, I called it the moment he was in the apartment, and then those things went missing, that he took them. Some shady shite starts happening and the main character moves into his house, and Toma goes nuts.

He goes off the fucking rails; starts drugging the heroine so she’ll sleep the day away, only waking long enough to be drugged again. Then after threatening Shin, and the main character (by using Shin to do so), he forcefully drugs her again through (s e x u a l) (a s s a u l t )! Just so he can dehumanise her by putting her in a fucking dog cage. wow.

And that’s as far as I’ve gotten, more or less.

So now let’s talk about Toma. Toma is poorly written, which is sad because he had potential. He flip-flops a lot between “I’m your boyfriend!!” to “you’re like my little sister!!” and it’s stupid. They gave him no redeeming qualities aside from “he sorta is in love with you, maybe” and he’s loyal-ish.

And about halfway through, they tried to be like “oh ahahaha, he has multiple personalities and doesn’t realise it!” but… no. “Good Toma” makes comments about things that “Dark Toma” does, so he knows–he even, at one point, right before the drugging starts, makes a comment about what he’s going to do and how bad it is.

I don’t understand it. What’s worse is that, he barely shows up in the other routes, aside from Shin’s. And Shin’s route has probably the best writing for Toma. Which is just sad. It’s confusing and sad, and I’m just going to end it here. I’m probably going to make a more coherent post someday about Toma. So yeah. Moving on.

MEMO TIME!

Ok, so the original plan was to just put it all in one post but it got long. Mostly Toma’s fault. And I didn’t even give my full options on the characters and routes, but that’s neither here nor there. So what I’m going to do is put in two different posts, this one obviously and the one that’s going to be posted after this, once I finish writing it.

It’s basically going to include the characters that weren’t included here, along with my thoughts and feelings on the game in general thus far. And there’s going to be a little questionnaire at the bottom that you can fill out and send me to via submission, so I know if this is something you guys like reading.

And a friendly reminder: this is just my opinion on a game. If your opinion differs, cool–let’s be friends. Let’s discuss and debate, and have fun talking about this awesome fucking game. Like hell yeah, my askbox is open, IM is too, you can @ me on a post, whatever. I’m here for headcanons, for dorky gushing over anime boys. Let’s do it. Don’t be shy.

But until the next post, stay safe, be awesome.

ps: haha, no proofreading. Sorrynotsorry.