#getting real tired of the little doll thingy

[instantpansies]

me when i'm in a fucking annoying competition and my opponents are the bad guys in this movie

ok i'm watching fantastic journey to oz (2017). english dub bc i don't speak russian

expectations: low i think this'll be an interesting movie, but not for the reasons it wants to be... i've never actually read urfin jus and his wooden soldiers (of which this is an adaptation), i'm sorry to everyone who loves that book i'm sure this is not a good introduction lol off the bat (from the trailer) not loving the designs, except dorothy who is ngl kinda slaying, if in a boring way. the silver slippers are atrocious. what is up with toto. the scarecrow's voice is so wrong. tin woodman looks fine if basic. i'm liking the book-accurate munchkins tho, and the emerald city design is pretty decent! we'll see how everything is, more to follow

[x1e3ju]

its that time of the night again.

its 4 am, the eepiness is calling me but the voices are louder so ive come on here to rant abt shuake instead of doing smth productive like drawing❤️ i waste away ranting abt shuake on tumblr to drown out my sadness and overwhelming nostalgia at random times of the day, how wonderful!

i did one of those song association annotation thingies to capable of love by pinkpantheress (she’s so queen may i add) and it got me thinking so much about shuake and just as of late ive been thinking of them bc schl is ending so i finally have time to replay and play the games like p3 or tactica and q1/2 and be able to focus my time on them and also bc im seeing a psychiatrist very soon from now! which makes me think abt shuake a lot bc they are like. HUGE projection dolls for me and i think on that.. quite often especially akechi since he’s the main one for me, the one more personal to me. i think abt his bpd and mentally unwell brain quite often (lol) and i think the way their love is is just very fascinating to me.

i guess its nice or interesting i guess, to see the way i feel and view love be shown in a character so out of the blue. the way akechi’s love is for akira can be viewed this way and again, i think it’s all very interesting. i love shuake so much for this reason and what i wanted to talk about mostly today is how much they truly mean to each other. This is one thing i hate ppl in fandom spaces for bc they always manage to find SOMEWAY to ruin any nuances anything COULDVE had (ik atlus did not try past queerbaiting lmfao) and i hate how to anyone else not apart of these spaces but aware of them just sees anyone talking abt a ship and specifically any popular gay ship and is so quick to assume like wait i actually care lol 😭 and i bring this up bc i really love to view their characters like akira and akechi’s characters individually through the shuake lenses and perspective. tbh i dont really care for persona outside of them and obviously a few other things of course but shuake is the real reason why im even fixated on that game still in the first place so of course, naturally i will focus on this.

i love to think on how akechi subconsciously views akira in his head. i like to interpret akechi as just a nerd girlboy who has a little crush and all the fun cutesy things abt being a teen or whatever 😆 i think that’s all so cute and fun for him and i believe its so him and i love to view him as the teen he is, the child inside of him that’s ridiculous and goes off for hours ranting about his favorite things repeating himself over and over until he tires himself out or the lovey dovey part of him that thinks about akira in random parts of his day and cant stop giggling and smiling at a simple text yk like all the cutie things ☹️ it doesn’t remove nuance and it doesn’t remove character bc thats how teens act, obviously not as stereotypical as i described but that’s how ridiculous we are sometimes! and i love to think on how he views all these big horrible issues in a simple lenses.

doing the song associations with so many taylor songs and then a pink one really reminded me of this bc of the fact that taylor’s (OLD) lyrics are just so serious and more “mature” and i mostly mean folklore and evermore bc im talking abt cardigan specifically rn (that song is just so akechi im sorry) to now doing capable of love bc pink’s lyrics are simple! not bad just obviously more simple so i get to really view akechi in these lenses. I get to have that minute of writer relief even if he isnt my character but yk wtv ig😞 anywhoanywho, again, i love to view akechi in a simple lenses as the simple teen girl he is, its fun and why particularly? bc i personally feel it adds so much more depth to their dynamic. akechi has. ALL these problems going on, akira does too but they still make time for each other and ik i dont focus on akira much (im so fake lmao) but he plays into this just as much! although the council of the world has decided for him he must save it not them, he still makes friends with the enemy and enjoys their time together as if none of that wouldve mattered. he still loves unconditionally like if nobody was going to take that all away from him someday and i think thats so beautiful.

akechi still loves akira so much as if they really were together and akira loves him just the same. akechi is going through all these problems mentally and on the outside but still that child part of that craved love and connection/affection seeps through and overtakes him and his emotions, allowing his crow persona to like be free ig? and of course, that was not the only reason i like to think that it couldve been a part, even a teensy part bc again, they are just kids in love lmfao (so cringe) and yes, it is going to be cringe and a bit ridiculous BUT ITS SO SERIOUS YALL DONT UNDERSTAND

the way im not even done unpacking 25 PERCENT OF THEM YET there’s just so much depth that can be added to their connection, i love them they are so cringe-friendly i hate atlus but god bless shuake frfr 🙏🙏 but i just wanted to highlight this a bit bc i felt like i didnt enough in the insta story and tbh still but yk, to get some of it off my chest. i love gay people i can project on always a great flavor im off to my cave of inner thoughts now hopefully i knock tf out ❤️

[scaramoucheslove]

Oo hello!! I discovered your Albedo fic while on my scroll, and sheeesh 😫😫 made me feel things,,,,, but I digress, could I request how Xiao or Albedo would deal with a bratty sub?

And,, if I may,, could I be 🏵 anon? ;0

A/N: Hi, Love! Tysm for your support <33 I actually thought no one liked or even read the Albedo smut lolol. Also yes ofcc!! Hello my first anon :D also I’m gonna make this as a HC/drabble thingy hehe

also I’m so sorry if it’s shitty aaa 

How they would deal with a bratty sub (HCs)

(Xiao, Albedo)

What to expect: Rough shit, Petnames, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Degradation, Dumbification, facefucking, Exhibition kink pls tell me if I miss anything ^^

Smut beneath the cut

XIAO

·         Really easy to get on his nerves tbh.

·         Would definitely not tolerate your behaviour. Especially if you’ve been good.

·         “Stop. Behave.”

·         His punishments would lowkey highkey hurt </3

·         He’ll give you the rough treatment, choking, marking, overstim, you name it. Maybe even toys??

·         D E G R A D A T I O N <33 you will be hearing no praise from this man.

·         Humiliation too omgomgomg

·         DUMBIFICATIONNN AA

·         Will most likely use the name “Pet” “Doll” “Bitch” “Slut” “Whore” etc

·         And you’ll have to call him master in bed, but today we’re going to pretend that you just didn’t feel like it.

·         “Tsk, seems like my pet is misbehaving again”

·         I feel like he wouldn’t like physical roughness as much, since he’s not much of a sadist. But if he felt the need to remind you of what your position was, then he’d probably only go as far as spanking.

·         If you cry, he’ll humiliate you for it

·         “Are you crying? Where’s your act now, brat? Continue counting.”

·         Deep down, he loves lives to see you cry.

·         He’d continue to overstimulate you with his mouth, fingers, and dick until you were begging, crying, screaming, thrashing.

·         He’d mark almost every part of your body

·         He WILL choke you and bite your neck as he’s pushing himself inside of you.

·         Mans has no patience, will go ALL out on you. Who cares if his hands and tongue were too much anyways? You were the one who wanted to act like a brat.

·         “If you don’t keep that little mouth shut, I’m going to stuff your slutty mouth with my dick you whore.”

·         And if you keep pushing his buttons? He would.

·         Completely facefuck you until you’re all fucked out, crying and out of breath.

·         He loves to see himself in your throat.

·         The type to hold your nose while he shoves his dick down your throat  <3

·         Not the best at aftercare, but he still tries his best.

·         Will apologize to you even if it’s half assed, gets you cleaned up, and brews you a nice cup of tea.

·         You probably drifted off to sleep already once he brought you tea.

·         Will smile and hold you close and even though he doesn’t sleep, he would still just lie on the bed and appreciate every moment with you.

                                             “Xia- Master- ah- please” you didn’t even know what you were begging for now. For him to stop? For more? You didn’t know. What you do know is you’ve been begging for over an hour now, your voice was hoarse and tired after all your screaming. Your eyes were watery and begging for forgiveness. But alas, it went from one ear to another. The room sounded so sinful. The two of your sweaty bodies collided, your arms clinging onto his neck as he continues to pound into you. Faster. And harder. “Stop. Fucking. Shouting.” He said while he thrusts in every word. Annoyance clear in his voice. “Shut up and take it, will you?” He said before moving his arms from your hips to your neck and applying pressure. “Dumb little sluts like you don’t even deserve anything from the likes of me.” Seeing your drooled up face, he couldn’t help but say “Look at you all drooled up, doll. You look so stupid like this. Who else can fuck you stupid like I do?” “O-only you mas-ter” you managed to say. He smiled momentarily before his other hand reaches your clit to rub it as your mouth fell open. Fighting the urge to call you his good girl.

 ALBEDO

·         I’M IN MY ALBEDO FEELS PLSS

·         He’d just be like 🤨🤨.

·         Usually completely unaware and uninterested so he’d continue to do his work.

·         You have to be a real brat to really test his limits.

·         I think he wont be rough intentionally. He’s just rough without realizing he is. Even on your daily sex life.

·         OKOK NOW if you DO manage to break him somehow, here’s some of the punishments he’ll prolly do.

·         Humiliation.… degradation… bc chile… he ain’t much of a talker but SHEESH if he dirty talks it’s over. Oh but he won’t go too far. I hope..

·         He also sometimes uses you to help with his experiments.

·         Spanks, chokes, slaps, and other physical things but not too roughly, just for “research purposes.” And sometimes for punishments too if you ever got too out of hand.

·         Loves to see you tied up tbh <33 really likes to see you all helpless.

·         Gags on occasions (if he’s working on an experiment or punishment and he’s not in the mood to hear you moan or make a noise or anything)

·         Dumbification?? without him realizing it?>@>@*&^$^$% 

·         Petnames <33 plspls i beg u call him sir or master bc that’s such an ego boost for him. I mean you don’t have to but like,, why wouldn’t you.

·         Also loves the thrilling feeling of someone catching you two.

·         Toys,, sometimes.

·         Imagine being a brat in your daily life and one day he just snaps.

·         As he was doing his work, you, being the brat you are continued to test his limit. From asking him dumb questions to “accidentally” smashing/destroying his experiments.

·         He just sighed, cleared his table and said,

·         “Y/N. Come here.”

·         You would be so shocked that you froze in your spot.

·         He never really paid attention to your actions, just casually answering your questions from time to time.

·         “I said, come here.”

·         His voice was stern, but calm.

·         “Don’t make me come over there myself.”

·         You, along with your shaking legs, were slowly making your way towards him.

·         “Sit on my lap.”

·         You did as you were told. Hell you were too scared to do anything he didn’t say you could.

·         “Say, did you know the things you broke?”

·         You just shooked your head as your legs kept shaking.

·         “Since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself, I’m gonna force you to keep it to yourself, brat.”

·         OOP I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE IT AS A HC LMAOO IDK I’LL CONTINUE IN THE DRABBLE LMAO

.         Anyways probably kinda good with aftercare.

.         Will apologize if he’s too rough and shower you with attention. If you’re lucky enough, he’ll skip his work that day and the day after to spend a day or two to make it up to you.

                                       Albedo continues his ministrations on you. “Master- fuck slow down” you panted. Your hands tied above your head. you were sprawled on his table as Albedo continues to insert 2 fingers inside and out of you. “Oh? Were you not searching for my attention then dear?” He inserted another finger as you whimpered. “You were the one who happened to mess with my experiments, after all.” “But I-“ you didn’t manage to say anything else before he has his tongue on your clit. He had kept your legs open with a tool so you had no power against him. “Albedoo~” You whine once more which caused his other gloved hand to slap your clit. You flinched a bit, but fuck that felt good. He stopped moving his hands and said “You better be quiet before I gag that mouth of yours.” He continued to thrust three fingers in and out of you again as you rolled your eyes back and moaned. “Fuck, you look so dumb, doll. You look so pretty like this.” You heard the door knock and you immediately looked at Albedo while shaking your head. “Come in” you heard him say. A man went inside the room and stood still with some files in his hands and clearly distracted on whatever was on the paper. “Sir, we have a prob-“ Once he saw what was going on, he looked a bit terrified. “Continue. What is the problem?” Albedo asked calmly as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. They continued to talk about some things you couldn’t register because you were slowly losing your mind little by little, although the man did sound a bit flustered. By the time they were finished, Albedo just said his thanks and told him to close the door. His mouth latched onto your clit once again surprisingly fast and your mouth fell open. You were sure drool was everywhere. “I’m going to keep going until you’re all brainless and unconscious. But before I do-“ just as about you were about to reach your high, he pulled out his fingers and gave you a look. You whined at the lost of contact. “You better be ready, my love.” That was all he needed to say before you realized, you were in for one hell of a ride.

STOP OMFG I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE ALBEDO’S LONG I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED THE CHILDE SMUT I’M WORKING ON

[aggressive-positivity-network]

[Tf2 headcannon thingy] how would everyone react to scouts ex leaving him with a kid

Oooh, spicy! Real spicy!

TF2 Deadbeat Ex Headcanons

Engineer:

Is one of the few mercs that actually knows anything about children.

The kid likes Engie best he is a) not scarily massive and b) doesn’t treat them like some animal escaped from the zoo.

His rage is well hidden, but god forbid the ex ever shows up at the base again.

The ex actually showed up with a new boyfriend, wanting some of their clothes back.

“Well, no problem, pardner. Lemme just...treat ‘em first. For lice and th’ like. Y’know how dirty us mercenaries can be.”

He shuts the door, opens it a few minutes later with a shoebox of ashes, then slams the door in the ex’s face.

Demo:

Will come in handy when the kid gets a little older, and he likes to hold the baby occasionally, but when it comes to actually taking care of it, he can’t be trusted.

“Ah, my ma gave me whiskey when I was a lad ‘n I turned out fine...”

As for the ex?

He’d be apathetic when sober - he’s seen it all before.

But drunk?

Someone’s house is getting blown up while a victorious Scottish battle song is played on a crappy MP3 player.

Medic:

Has a real soft spot for children, being a doctor and all, but every person under twelve that isn’t insane gives him a wide girth.

So, for a while, he avoided the baby, only giving it the initial check-up.

However, one night, the baby was crying, and he was the only one awake. He immediately donned his gloves and lab coat and went into the baby’s room, which was a cleaned out supply room with a crib and a few of Pyro’s old toys.

The baby didn’t need anything specific - the new place and the darkness had simply scared it.

Medic reached into crib and tried to pick up the child, but they only screamed louder. He hurriedly took off his gloves and tried again.

The baby calmed a bit, now only whining and whimpering. Medic turned on a lamp and rocked the baby in his arms.

The baby fell back asleep after a while, but Medic kept rocking it for a little longer.

Scout came in at one point, and Medic showed him how to properly hold the baby before disappearing back into his lab.

Ever since then, Medic felt both more affection for the child and more hatred towards the ex.

When he is tired or unmotivated, he sometimes makes little machines of torture in case the ex ever crosses him again.

Sniper:

Doesn’t hate kids, but doesn’t particularly like them, either.

Unless they can properly aim a gun or appreciate Taylor Swift, him and children have nothing in common.

He was actually the one to suggest the break-up to Scout, though, so he feels a little bad for putting his teammate in that position.

He mostly acts as a person for Scout to talk with, especially about being an adult and the feelings he still has for his ex.

“You did the right thing, mate. She made your life a living ‘ell...I’ve seen some pieces ‘a work in my time, but she was the whole bloody museum.”

He definitely has moments with the baby, though, despite his reluctance.

One time, he was cleaning his gun, and cocked it to make sure it moved smoothly.

The baby started giggling, so Sniper cocked his gun again, which sent them into hysterics.

A few minutes later, they were both laughing, and Miss Pauling poked her head in to see them both on the floor, guffawing.

Once Sniper got ahold of himself, he said, “That there is a future mercenary!”

Heavy:

LOVES children, but it took the baby a while to realize that this giant of a man was on their side.

Knows the most about children out of all the mercenaries, and is the go-to for a baby-sitter when Scout has an assignment.

Heavy doesn’t hold anything against the ex, though he doesn’t respect nor condone their actions.

He was the one who discussed the matter with the ex - he was the only one who wouldn’t kill them.

“You are leaving child with man you loved for three months. We will take. Heavy will take. But child now is not yours. You are not ma. You are just stranger. Do not come back. Heavy will break you.”

He also consoled Scout when he was the most upset, building him back up to his old self...well, as much as Heavy could.

Spy:

Really doesn’t like children, but puts up with it for Scout’s sake.

Never holds it, takes care of it, or even looks at it. However, he did stop smoking around it without Pauling even having to ask.

One day, he saw Scout crying outside of the baby’s room. Scout tried to pass it off as fatigue, but Spy, uncharacteristically gentle, stood with him until he could speak without sobbing.

Scout said he couldn’t be a father, and that only a few weeks ago he had blown up the lab, and what would happen if he killed it...!

“Scout.”

Spy put a hand on Scout’s shoulder.

“You may be impulsive, illiterate, vainglorious, a bit self-absorbed, and generally immature...”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Shut up. I’m not finished. But, all of that said, you are not cruel. You are not stupid. You are not vindictive. You took this child, despite everything, and you have taken care of them. You still wish good things upon a broken-off lover, and you took her creation with determination. Many men would leave such an offer on the side of the road or in an abandoned schoolhouse. If you can overcome such a deep loss, you can take care of a child. You are ready.”

“Really?”

“Oui. Besides, you have a doctor, a muscle-bound love bug, and, if all else fails, a woman. You are not alone.”

“Wait, so...you’ll help me change them?”

“Hell no. Well...not yet, anyway. Time will tell.”

Soldier:

Soldier is the one to bring all the supplies, food, and anything else the baby might need anywhere the team would need to take it.

He also buys most of it, since he is so ready to go to a gas station in the middle of the night.

However, this did lead to an odd exchange between him and an old woman.

“Oh, running out for the wife, I see!”

“SCOUT’S A DAD!”

“A...a dad? Oh, are you an uncle? A brother, perhaps?”

“WE’RE ALL DADS!”

“How...how many of you are there?”

“AT LEAST THREE!”

“Oh, mercy...”

When it comes to the baby, both Scout and Miss Pauling are hesitant to leave him alone with it.

Maybe when the kid is a little older.

Pyro:

Would love to hold and play with the baby, but it cries every time they get near it.

They refuse to take off their mask, but Miss Pauling always finds them sadly rocking a bunched up blanket whenever the baby gets freaked out.

In order to combat the problem, Miss Pauling got them a realistic baby doll to hold while the real thing was being passed around.

It definitely helped, but there are still times when they’re a little melancholy about it.

The only way they can really interact with the baby is through their puppet shows.

Since he can’t be understood anyway and no one can see his mask, the baby’s delighted by the shows Pyro puts on.

Pyro is slowly but surely gained the baby’s trust by having a puppet on one hand while holding the baby in the other.

As for the ex, the team has only told them vague things about it. They aren’t sure how they’ll react, and the last thing they need is another criminal trial.

For now, they’re just saying that they found the kid.

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

The Orange Side

So this isn’t quite a theory (but like maybe a little bit???), it’s more of a headcanon, my own thoughts and AU I guess

I like the idea that the Orange Side is like a puppet master. Like Janus can impersonate Sides, I think the Orange Side can control them a little bit

Especially if they’re susceptible to his influence (see Logan’s eyes turning orange)

And I don’t mean puppet master like pulling strings behind the scenes (I do think that that’s Janus’ job), I just mean like an actual puppet master with actual puppets (the Sides)

Based on WTIT I like the idea of puppet master Rage can control other Sides when they’re super angry (and even before the ep I was like ‘he controls them and they’re eyes glow orange’ so I’m very excited about that)

After SVS redux I liked the idea that Orange was Insecurity, and if a Side was feeling insecure enough he could control them.

Specifically I like the idea that Roman fell under his influence after the wedding and the resulting fallout. He’d have Roman under his control, and then he’d use Roman to get Virgil feeling insecure, and then he’d use Virgil to get Patton, and then he’d use Patton to try and get Logan but then Janus would step in and stop that. So Thomas would still have Janus, Logan, and Remus, and the four of them would have to go save the others. Like Thomas and Janus would have to fix Roman’s angst from the end of redux and only Roman could save Virgil and only Virgil could save Patton (I’ve thought about this a lot guys, never wrote anything for it though)

Insecurity would like have a tea party set up in his room where he’d have Roman, Virgil, and Patton set up like dolls at the table (cuz creepy tea party vibes, right). And like, none of them would be responsive, but Patton would have tears just continuously streaming down his face, and Virgil’s eyeshadow would be so dark and have way more coverage than usual, and Roman would be very flat and dull looking (bitterly jittery and not very glittery 😏)

Anyway that’s an AU I think about a lot

But back to just general puppet mastery

I like the idea that he controls the Side like marionettes (with the stick thingys and strings) and that when he’s done pretending to be them in front of Thomas, he’d just drop the controller thing and the Side would just crumple to the ground

Like when he’s controlling them their eyes glow orange and you can see vague orange strings attached to them just going up towards the ceiling

And it would look kinda like Remus and his fake Nico, but instead of a fake Nico, it’d be a real Side

As you can probably tell, I think about this a lot

Sorry this was a little all over the place, it’s late and I’m tired

TL;DR: I like the idea of the Orange Side being a puppet master and being either Rage or Insecurity

[hostess-of-horror]

The Stranger

[This is a retcon of my previous story, "An Unexpected Guest." I wanted to start all over because I didn't know where to take the story and it felt rather fast and sloppily written. It will have a similar plotline but approached in a different (and better) way. Also, M.B. is my self-insert OC, the character Jawaii belongs to @strawbunniiee and Phantom belongs to Nintendo/Ubisoft.]

For @strawbunniiee, @salamifuposey, @kindpopstar, and everyone else who wants to read it!

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Jawaii: "Again, again!"

[Jawaii laughed as she is lifted up and thrown into the air. After a few seconds of airtime, she falls right back into Phantom's mitten-like paws. Her tiny frame perfectly fits into his palms like a little doll. Phantom giggles along with her, and hugs her into his chest.]

Phantom: "Whew! My arms are getting tired. How about we head on over to my theater?"

Jawaii: "Okay!"

[They begin to venture back into the theater. A dense, eerie fog looms over the land of Spooky Trails. The further they went, the thicker the fog became.]

Jawaii: "It's so foggy! I can't see anything."

Phantom: "Every now and then, Spooky Trails would become hidden by fog. And by the looks of things, it appears to be a full moon out tonight. What perfect timing, and how awfully fitting!"

Jawaii: "Yeah, it makes sense, considering how creepy the place is. I'm not scared though."

Phantom: "Heh... For many travelers, nights like this are the reason why so many of them often get lost. Some of them just head back to where they came from. But for me and the other inhabitants, a foggy night is normal. Think of it as like a rainy day for the citizens of the Mushroom Kingdom."

Jawaii: "I think it's cool! It's like we're floating on clouds!"

[Jawaii reaches out and waves her hand into the fog. A cool breeze chills her skin as white wisps pass through her fingers.]

Phantom: "It certainly does. I love the fog. It brings such a wonderful atmosphere for whenever I sing. Ethereal and otherworldly. I can blend easily amongst the fog and no one could see me!"

Jawaii: "Really?"

Phantom: "Yes! Despite my, well, rather massive size."

Jawaii: "You would be the ultimate champion of hide-and-seek!"

Phantom: "Oh well, I wouldn't say that... unless the competition is in Spooky Trails."

[Jawaii giggles. Suddenly, their conversation is cut short as Phantom abruptly stops.]

Jawaii: "What is it?"

Phantom: "The gate... I thought I closed it."

[Jawaii turns to see the silver gate that stands guard in front of Phantom's theater. She notices it has been left opened. Phantom gently lets her down to investigate.]

Phantom: "Someone must have pried it open." *turns to Jawaii* "Stay here."

[Phantom floats over through the gate and into his theater. Jawaii watches as he looks around, searching for any more signs of trespassing. She inches forward to investigate as well.]

Phantom: "Thieves... whoever opened the gate must be a thief! I don't know how they did it, though, it's a very heavy gate."

Jawaii: "There aren't any scratches, at least so far. Maybe they... crawled over the gate and opened it on the other side?"

Phantom: "Hmmm... Whatever happened, I do hope they didn't steal anything of value."

????: "Looking for this?"

[Phantom spins around to look behind. Standing across from him is a trio of thieves, grinning and chuckling menacingly. The shortest one in the front of the other two is holding a vinyl, spinning it in his hand. Jawaii runs over to Phantom to stand guard.]

Phantom: "Jawaii, no!"

Short Thief (#1): "Awww, look at dis, fellas! The big guy's gotta lil' baby doll to save his big behind! I think she wants to meet the Bandit Boys in person!"

Tall Thief (#2): "Yeah!"

Middle Thief (#3): "Hehehe, yeah, boss!"

Thief (#1): *mockingly* "Why hello there, little girl! Do you wanna play tea party with us and your friend over there?"

[The Bandit Boys cackle in unison. Jawaii growls and prepares her battle stance. Her hands shapeshifting into long sharp swords, glistening underneath the moonlight. The thieves immediately stop as they notice. Phantom prepares to fight alongside Jawaii.]

Thief (#3): "Da fuq?"

Jawaii: "I... don't..... LIKE TEA!!!"

[As she screeches, Jawaii leaps towards the Bandit Boys in an attack. She lands on the tall thief (#3) and the other two separate in defense. Thief (#1) holds the vinyl close and Thief (#2) goes to attack Phantom, but is immediately met with a musical sonic wave as Phantom belts out a hig note. He goes flying and lands farther back into the ground.]

Thief (#1): "You knucklehead! Get the girl!"

Thief (#3): "Get her offa me! She's poking me!"

Jawaii: *stabbing* "Give! Phantom! Back! His! Vinyl! THINGY!!!" *more stabbing*

[Thief (#1) groans and runs towards Jawaii. He flings her off of Thief (#3), sending her falling on the ground. Jawaii winced in pain; Phantom immediately picks her up to protect her. Thief (#2) gets up and joins the other two. Thief (#3) is covered in wounds but he still stands.]

Thief (#1): "Alright... you two can put up a fight.... Heh, but not for long... We still got our loot!"

Thief (#2): "Hehehe, yeah, we got it!"

Thief (#3): "Hehe... heh... owww...."

Phantom: "Leave this place now!

Thief (#1): "Or what? You're gonna put on a performance? Sing a musical number like some Disney princess? Nah. I don't think so. In fact, you've got something else. Something that is very, very valuable. Inside that belly of yours... is a gramophone. A very expensive gramophone."

[Thief (#1) pulls out a knife. Phantom is taken aback and backs off slowly.]

Phantom: "How... do you know?"

Thief (#1): "I know a lotta things. That's why I'm the leader. Now... where to cut..."

[Before Thief (#1) gets a chance to do any damage, an explosion of shimmering light blinds him. After regaining his sight, he finds himself and the other two thieves surrounded by a strange aura. A magical curse was cast, trapping the Bandit Boys within its barrier. The barrier appears to be strange smoke, fading in between the colors neon purple and neon green.]

Jawaii: "Woah..."

Phantom: "What... on earth?"

[The silver gate creaks. Everyone turns. There standing at the entrance is an unfamiliar face, with her right hand lifted up in the air. In her hand is the same kind of aura the magical circle was emitting. She continues to walk towards the Bandit Boys.]

Jawaii: "Phantom, do you know who that is?"

Phantom: "I've never seen her before in my entire life."

[As the stranger continues to walk, she twirls her hands, bending the aura to her will. As she does, the magical circle twists and contorts into a mass of skeletal spirits. The Bandit Boys huddle together, avoiding their bony grasp. The spirits moan and wail into an anguished cacophony, cornering the thieves as they reach out and crawl towards them. The stranger laughs at their fear. She then bends the aura again, this time having the spirits hold them down while she walks up to them. Soon, raspy voices begin to call out.]

Spirits: "Cut them.... cut them open.... dissect them.... dissect them all.... their insides are valuable.....!"

Thief (#1): "W-wait a minute! Hold on there, now! We're just thieves! And it's only one measly vinyl! Isn't this all a bit extreme?"

Thief (#3): "Y-yeah! W-we.... we can give you money! You can have all of it!"

Thief (#2): *whimpering* "Just... just don't hurt us!"

[The stranger stares at the Bandit Boys, saying nothing. She then motions her hand, allowing herself to walk through the magical circle. The spirits all look at her and bow one by one. The Bandit Boys watch as each one respectfully worship her. Who is this woman, and what kind of sorcery is this? She walks up to Thief (#1) and kneels down, looking at him eye to eye.]

Stranger: "Do you really think apologizing or bribery is going to work?"

Thief (#1): "...."

Stranger: "I'm going to give you a choice. I want you and your 'gang' to leave. Not just them, but everyone. I suggest you give up your greedy ways and actually get a life for once. Or, if you'd rather not..."

[The stranger motions her hand again and the spirits transform into an amalgamation of monsters. They writhe and contort, baring their teeth, clawing their flesh, their eyes wild with hunger. Their howling echoes throughout the theater.]

Stranger: "... then take a chance. I dare you..."

[The Bandit Boys suddenly scurry away in fear. Thief (#1) hand over the vinyl and follows behind, never looking back once. The stranger sighs and stands up, examining the vinyl.]

Stranger: "I hope there aren't any scratches on it."

[She turns around and sees Phantom and Jawaii staring at her with wide eyes. A moment of silence between them all passes.]

Jawaii: "That was... AWESOME! How did you do that?! Tell me, tell me!"

Phantom: "...."

[Phantom remains speechless as Jawaii hops out from his arms and approaches the stranger. The stranger looks at Phantom, her excitement getting the best of her.]

Stranger: "I can't believe it... it's you! You're still here after all this time!"

Phantom: "Excuse me?"

Stranger: "I was looking for you! I heard in the Mushroom Kingdom many stories about you. Some say you were gone after Mario defeated you, and some say you were still around. A few believe that you're nothing but a ghost story. I had to find out for myself."

Jawaii: "A ghost story? But he's as real as I am!"

Phantom: "Madamoiselle, I greatly appreciate your help and for saving me and my friend, Jawaii, here. But, do forgive me, who are you?"

Jawaii: "Oh yeah! What's your name?"

Stranger: "Oh, uh... my bad! Should've introduced myself first... my name is M.B. Consider me as a really big fan." *smiles*

[f33itan]

💛⚜️Pᴀʀᴛ 1: Tᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪs Gᴏʟᴅᴇɴ⚜️💛 (From my Wattpad)

A/N: Ok, this was something a mutual of mine said here on Tumblr, and I decided to write a oneshot about it. Might be very VERY slight angst, nothing bad enough to actually be put under that umbrella though, anyways, enjoy this, and ty for the reads! :)

CW: MENTIONS OF RAPE, DEGRADATION, AND MORE FOUL WORDS THAN USUAL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

B/N: Your Mother's boyfriend's name

M/N: Mother's name

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"Oi, Y/N! Go get me another pack of beer from the store!"

"Yes father!" Damn that pig looking bitch. I'm just some fucking girl, trying to protect her mom from this demon of a person! Heck, he's not EVEN a person! He's the devil himself!! Man, I wish dad was here...

When you were in about 7th grade, your real father got killed in a massacre a couple cities over. He was not only a police officer, but a great father and husband as well. He treated you and your mother amazingly, and you thought life couldn't get anymore perfect, but soon that all went down hill. After his death, your mother's health depleted and she felt empty inside. She needed somebody else to make her complete. She decided to call an old friend from high school, and next thing you know he moved in. He seemed like a nice guy at first, but soon enough he was beating you guys mercilessly, enough to leave large bruises and scars whenever you didn't do exactly what he asked, in your eyes though, it was more of an order. You hated being ordered around, but you hated your mother getting beaten around even more. It seemed like a blessing that he hasn't tried to rape her, but god knows what he'll do, he's unpredictable

With all of this happening, you decided to tell him you were doing some "extra curricular" classes in college, but what you were actually doing was taking the Hunter's Exam and learning nen. Your biological father was kind-hearted and fun to be around, but he was also strict and sometimes a bit harsh, though he always meant well. Before his passing, all three of you would go out on the weekends to train, exercise, or do something that would enhance your body power and brain power. Because of this, all of you were exceptionally smart, and bodies all well toned. Sometimes your excursions would be going to a park and practicing a sport, driving to the snow and sledding, skiing, snowboarding, and every once in a while going to another state to zip line, try animal encounters, or take a family friendly class in that state's heritage and customs.

Since you were accustomed to hard core training and events, you thought the Hunter's Exam was quite fun, and was a test to your skills. After that, you were scouted out by a strong nen user by the name of Biscuit Krueger. You and her had lots of fun training, and with her pushing your limits to the utmost best, you turned out to be a specialist.

(Whenever I imagine myself in Hunter x Hunter, this is always my nen type and stuff LMAO)

Your power was called, Black shadow. You could have up to 10 weapons on hand, completely subjected to doing your bidding. These weapons were linked to you through blood, and they were surrounded with a substance that appeared to be black mist. The weapons you most preferred to practice with and use were your katana, blood string, and scythe. You could also make a weapon yours by cutting a fingertip and letting the blood drip onto the weapon, altering the appearance then gaining that black "mist", showing that it was now yours. The downside to this technique was that those "shadows and mist remnants" were your sleep. The darkness in your mind and the shadows all around you were taken and used for that power. In turn, you were always tired, yawning, and had bags under your eyes. Another plus side though was that you had a nen created chamber that had every weapon you owned. A girl can have some fun toys, can't she? You had tools for torture (whenever you took an opportunity to try it), many varieties of weapons, and of course, more snacks. But unlike B/N, you didn't have just fatty snacks. You had regeneration potions, healthy snacks, and special nen created "snacks" to help with different things, which all of these you had collected through pulling some strings. Your mother was worried, but you said it was all just college things. Yeah, just college things..

Ill make that pig bitch pay for what he has done to my mother!

Feitan POV -or whats going on with him- :

"What time, is it.."

"8 AM Fei!"

"Shut up, green eyes, too loud."

"Oh Fei don't be rude! It's mean!"

"That's, the point."

"Oh wait, Shalnark, what this?"

"What do you mean?"

"This... gold string?"

"OI SHALNARK, FEITAN, COME ERE' REAL QUICK!"

"Phinks, what, do you, want-" Phinks just ignored his question and pointed to the TV.

This is Channel 12, reporting live from York New City Town Square. People all over the city are claiming to be seeing a string tied to their left ring finger, leading them to some unknown destination! What is this string? Who put it there?-

"AY AY IM ON TV! THE STRING THINGY JUST LEAD ME TO THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL AND NOW WERE DATING! SUPER AWESOME!"-

I apologize for the interference, but this string appears t be leading people to.. partners? Soulmates? Find out tomorrow morning, this is Amy Starwick from Channel 12, signing out.

"What. The. FUCK."

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOODNESS HOLY SHIT FEITAN YOU HAVE A SOULMATE!!"

"Nope-"

"YESS YOU DOOOOOOO"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CHEERY BITCH-"

"No❤️" Since Feitan was on his last nerve with Shalnark, he decided to stomp over towards Chrollo in the main room, but Chrollo just chuckled.

"Wanna go find your soulmate? See if that things real?" Feitan just stared at the ground, lightly shifting his feet.

"Go ahead, I don't mind."

"Just, doing it, out of, curiosity."

"Mhm, curiosity, go find them." And with that, he was dismissed. Feitan wanted to say it was curiosity, but deep down he had this feeling there was something else, but what was it? It made his stomach tingle and he didn't like it one bit. He tried to ignore all of this, and just shrugged it off...

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Your POV + some Feitan POV:

"Alright, today's the day, he'll be at his work, and on his break, i'll set the plan in motion.." Both me and mom don't like him, and I don't know about her, but I sure hate him, every ounce of him. The plan is simple: 1. Capture mom's boyfriend, 2. Take him to an abandoned building, 3. Torture him and get all of the answers I need, and 4. Kill him. His break is at 12, and he usually goes to get takeout every other Friday, what a pig. I'll give him a taste of his own medicine.

Time: 11:30 AM

Ok, I have everything ready. Fully energized to the utmost extent, Elixirs to bring him back in case he passes out too early, and- what? He's leaving for lunch early? PERFECT! You ran behind some buildings and hid in a two-way alleyway, waiting for him to pass by...

Here we go..

One..

Two..

THREE!

You covered his head with a sack, and took his phone out of his back pocket. Before heading over to your post, you laced the inside of the sack with some sleeping powder and pressed it against his nose and mouth. Within moments he passed out, and you typed in what you hoped to be his password, which was correct. Around 12:30, you were going to text one of his coworkers that he would be "going to a restaurant across town, and ditching work for a day, not wanting to see his stupid good for nothing girlfriend or his dumb daughter." You knew he called you both this because of going through his text messages when he wasn't looking or when he was sleeping. Little did you know that somebody was watching you from afar.

"Hmm... So, she, my, what do people, call it.. soulmate? Seems, interesting..."

Time: 12:00 PM

"Jesus, I new he was a fat ass but I didn't know he weighed this much!" You were tugging him from his legs through the back ways of York New. You wanted to find a secluded area, where once you were done with him you could just toss him somewhere for the birds and maggots to eat. After walking for what seemed like hours, you came across a set of abandoned buildings, specifically the one you laid out some extra things. A couple extra weapons, some towels, a change of clothes, a chair and some rope, a couple of flashlights, and of course, some snacks. Lucky for you, the douchebag you've been dragging around like a rag doll was still out cold, so you picked him up and tossed him on the chair, tying his wrists, ankles and neck to the chair.

"Maaannn, this is boring!! When the hell are you gonna wake up?!" As if on queue, you saw his eyes start to flutter open, and you immediately grabbed your box cutter. It wasn't a weapon used by your nen, but it was quite effective.

"What.. who.. wait- Y/N!? WHAT THE FUCK?! UNTIE ME NOW BEFORE I BEAT YOUR ASS!!" you didn't notice it, but Feitan was watching from the building over.

What, the fuck? Why she kidnap him? That pig? Why? Confusing, gotta keep, watching.

You shoved the box cutter into his left cheek, and you bathed in the glory of hearing his screams of pain.

"How does this feel, you bitch? Everything you've done to my dear mother, everything you've done to me, and heck, YOU WERE PROBABLY BEHIND MY DAD'S MURDER DURING THAT FUCKING MASSACRE!!" B/N noticed the tears in your eyes, and took this to his advantage.

"So what if I was? Both of your parents were pathetic anyways."

"NO THEY AREN'T! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY MY MOTHER'S LIKE THIS NOW! YOUR THE FUCKING REASON FOR EVERYTHING SHITTY THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!!"

"Heh, hehe.. hahaHAHAHA! YOU KNOW GOD DAMNED WELL THAT ALL OF YOU ARE PATHETIC! WANNA KNOW WHY I GOT WITH YOUR MOM!? BECAUSE SHES HOT. AND SHE HAD GOOD MONEY FROM YOUR FUCKING DAD. YOU KNOW WHAT I WAS GONNA DO?! YOU KNOW WHY I TOOK OFF EARLY TODAY?! I WAS GONNA RAPE YOUR MOTHER AND MAKE YOU WATCH, THEN KILL BOTH OF YOU AND RUN OFF WITH ALL OF YOUR MONEY!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S IRONIC?! I DON'T HAVE ONE. SINGLE. FUCKING. REGRET. IF IT WASN'T FOR YOUR DAD, YOU SOULDN'T HAVE HAD THE NERVE TO DO THIS, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABORTED!!"

You couldn't handle this anymore, tears were falling down your face rapidly as you grabbed the duct tape and closed his mouth shut.

"I don't give a fuck about what you say.. I'm going to kill you here. This is your grave. Someday, I'll join you in hell, and when I do, I'll torture you again, and the Devil will laugh. You just watch and ducking wait you, you.. PATHETIC WORTHLESS PIG ASS SLOPPY ASS NASTU FUCKING BITCH!" With that, you grabbed a couple super worms in each hand and shoved them into his ears. Even with the duct tape, you could hear his screams of agony as the worms dug deeper into his ears. You then got our your katana and slashed him across the stomach, and shoved even more worms into that open wound of his. Quickly, you poured a large bottle of the elixir you had brought over him to keep him from dying so quickly. Box cutter still in hand, you carved small lines all over his arms and legs, then ripped off the tape to hear his desperate cries. You imagined he wanted to be dead, but you didn't care. His pain and you pain mixed together and you just started laughing. You through your head back and let yourself laugh. all of the pain this man has caused you and your mom will be repayed today.

But the pressure and stress was too much to handle. Your laughing of victory soon turned into screams and more tears, as you let yourself fall to the ground, not even noticing you didn't hit it hard, something had caught you, or someone..

What the shit am I doing?

Am I really going to kill him?

What's wrong with me?

What will mother think?

What would dad do?

What am I doing with my life?

You soon snapped out of all of those negative thoughts though, as you noticed something caressing your face lightly.

"Rest, now. He, won't die, so quickly. I'm, Feitan." You were a sniffling and crying mess, so all you could do was rush into Feitan's chest and cry. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. He had no idea what he was doing, for he had only seen this kind of skin on skin contact in movies. So, he did what those people in the movies did.

"Don't, worry... It's all, going to be.. okay."

Word Count (Including author notes, etc) : 2251

-Wrote February 3, 2021-

Unedited sorry about that lol-

Part 1...

[mnkiss]

A quick list of animes I watched and don’t want to forget:

Mushishi - pure, haunting beauty, 10/10 recommend especially when you want some clarity and calmness in your life. You’ll cry tho

K - the amount of tears I shed TwT I literally miss the characters. Weird af world and story, but somehow I got attached. There should be K: seven stories somewhere but I can’t find it... Also: this whole we’re a bunch of problematic people who become a family is a trope I’ll never get tired of

Tokyo Ghoul - S1 and S2 feel like one huge story and it’s just the beginning so buckle up... There are 2 OVAs (Jack and Pinto) that help with understanding Re: (S3) and then there is S4 which is apparently only the most important parts of the manga... I understand why so many people think that s4 is ridiculous, but the first 3 seasons are great. The manga is a must for the anime tho, bc the last season is a joke, so if you can, read the manga first. With that said, the censorship is terrible so if you can, watch it without the weird black and white patches that take up half the screen, because the animation, the fights, the colours are all extremely vibrant and alive, just like the characters. What being human means, why the police feel like they are doing god’s work when they kill innocents along with the psychos, what a family is, can we be selfish for others, and many more questions are discussed here, all while somebody gets gutted. S2 was much more like a filler than a normal season, but still, I cried, and the whole anime is awesome so watch it if you can. (If you get upset when humans are able to endure more than supernatural beings then it’s not your show, bc even though humans are supposed to be, you know, humans, they are still able to kill tens of ghouls with a fucking hole inside of them.)

Attack on Titan - got tired of waiting after s2... No mystery is worth more than a year of waiting lol

Black butler - I need to get around and watch the book of atlantis. Great story, Sebastian is everything and more, and the aesthetic is something I’ll never forget. The music fits perfectly, and the foods make me drool. It has the “big picture”, as well as small journeys where you can get to know your favourite characters which I appreciate. S2 was not something I enjoyed, but the book of circus was worth it as well as most ova’s.

Darker than black - THEY MUST CONTINUE IT BRING HEI BACK PLEASE PLEASE I CAN’T I JUST CAN’T - also s2′s opening makes me cry. Dolls and Contractors work together as a team, then alone, then again as a team... it was a wild ride. Awesome character development, great plot and world building. Sadly they cut their story and future at s2 for some reason... If I ever watch it again I watch Gaiden before Gemini tho - a lot less confusion and disappointment this way.

Bungou Stray Dogs - loving it with my whole heart can’t wait to watch it again because there is literally NO character I don’t love. It has pretty boys, crime, mystery, magical abilities and comedy alongside the surprisingly deep issues. The art style is otherworldly, everything is so PRETTY and CAPTURING ugh *-*. It also made me read lots of books again (especially Japanese literature which was new for me) ^^ (Who doesn’t ship Dazai and Chuuya... And Poe is a baby too)

Noragami - cute, very cute, I love it when the main character is powerful af yet has a silly, loving side. Also: you can learn a bit about gods and religion

Assassination Classroom - tears. all of them. tears. It’s not what I expected but still, the little assassins and the teacher’s relationship was perfect.

Another - i watched it for the dolls and the umbrella meme. Liked it? yes. Do I remember anything else tho? Not really

Parasyte - one of the first animes I’ve ever watched. Loved it. ^^ Migi was great, all the issues it brings up were thought provoking, and it has gore.

Hellsing - idk it had too many monologues and ideologies, didn’t finish it

Psycho-Pass - In short: cyberpunk future, systematic oppression, immigrants, killing with permission and other moral or societal issues, plus charismatic characters and gore. The watching order: S1, S2, Sinners of the system, S3, First inspector. Wonderful buildup, dynamic storytelling, great mystery elements, and of course the found family/teamwork will always be a favourite of mine. The writing is extra detailed, every character is 3D, their responses, beliefs and cultures are tied together perfectly, the chemistry between characters is relatable and although everybody seems to live by one goal only, it’s not as dull as one would think. It also has some great book recommendations, literature and philosophers play a big role, which is always a bonus. 10/10. I really hope we will get extra contents and S4 in the future.

Steins Gate - I can’t bring myself to watch the last 2 episodes of S1 lol. It starts slowly but it’s much better paced than I remembered. The anime heavily relies on the characters which are sadly very 2D: the haughty but loving, the cute but tragic, the clever weeb, the loving tsundere... and for some fucking reason every single girl loves the mad scientist who... doesn’t really show love or sometimes not even respect towards the others until the last half of the show, so I don’t particularly care about their fate, but I watch it bc I don’t want to leave it unfinished. Because people are so into it I thought maybe the story will be... flabbergasting, shocking or just a masterwork, but the whole time travelling thingy, all the rules, all the paralel worlds work very conveniently. There were some great twists that I loved, some that I saw coming and some that I didn’t, but the story itself isn’t the best and even the plottwists won’t help that.

Full metal alchemist - i watched many, many episodes. I liked it. But it lost me. Anyways, I looked up the story and it sounds interesting, lots of plot twists, great conspiracy theories etc. The main character was a bit... annoying. My main problem is that they were children cuz I can only get immersed in the adult characters’ stories...

Durarara!! - s1 was great I love gang and mystery stuff, BUT I stopped watching it bc I was only immersed in the adult characters’ stories...

The Ancient Magus' Bride - it’s a gory fairy tale, with two toxic but loveable characters who learn a lot, evolve a lot and become real companions. There is lots of touching, head pats and affection. <3 Seasond 2 is very much needed, I want to see more episodic journey elements like the cat kingdom episodes were, and perhaps cry just a little less. Pro tip: when you watched the first 12 eps you should watch the 3 episode ova and then the next 12 eps ;) Oh, and expect tears mostly from happiness

Devilman Crybaby - I was the crybaby. The ending is beautiful, the art style was great, it literally pulsed through my eyes sometimes. Awesome characters, weird storyline, sad ending.

Death Parade - another anime that made me cry :) Beautiful art style, immersive story, interesting take on the afterlife, moral issues. It had everything I needed,

Juni Taisen - It wasn’t the craziest or most cunning anime of all times, but I cared about the characters and I really wanted to know how it ends, so it was good i guess

Kekkai Sensen - i watched s1 and I didn’t care anymore...

BEASTARS - it was one hell of a ride. Interesting world, great conflict, highschoolers and gore... also I think there was a sudden rise in the numbers of furries while it aired. It’s art style however was too cgi-y, too smooth for me :/

Re: Zero - the main character is a little bitch i hated him but i stayed for the plot. I don’t really like love interests when one party is only loved because they look perfect... i really wish we got more seasons and explanations  s2 is on the horizon, but I doubt I’ll ever watch it

Updated it see in reblog

Also in conclusion, what do i need in an anime? 1) adults 2) superpowers 3) found family 4) a brooding, powerful af main character 5) action and mystery (plus gore) 6) chemistry between characters 7) side characters that matter 8) tissues

Any recs?

[house-of-tykayl]

cystar tho (headcanons)

imagine

cyborg and starfire are the cuddliest couple ever. the PDA is incredible. star will perch on his shoulders like he’s a climbing post/bird perch and generally just drape herself all over him bc he’s got a lot of surface area and she wants comfy. and cy will just grab her out of midair for huggles before letting her float away again like a balloon headed straight for the atmosphere. star will float higher when she wants to look over his shoulder at something (bc hes the only titan taller than her) and sometimes cy will just reach up and touch her waist and lead her around in the air like that while they chat

the other titans support them, but are simultaneously disgusted by the excessive amount of PDA. cy sometimes milks star’s affection to troll everyone, especially at the breakfast table. “hey star i havent had my morning kiss today” “oh apologies” “do that long tongue thingy again babe” “if you two dont let me eat my waffles in peace for just ONE morning i will open a portal to the seventh circle of hell and chuck the both of you inside”

star is living for the unabashed affection bc cyborg has no qualms about being proud boyfriend in public. like he’ll wrap an arm around her and go “hey star’s my girlfriend :)” and the grocery store clerk’s like “we know, that’ll be $15.99″ and star’s just beaming, holding the plastic bags full of snacks and unorthodox food combinations

if cy’s generous with the lovin wait till you see star lmao. “you are looking most beautiful today!” she keeps saying shit literally no one else will say, either (possibly) coz of the robot thing or just coz starfire’s being starfire, and cyborg’s just like *clutches_chest.jpeg* because she a lil weirdo but she makes him feel normal and appreciated and that he’s great the way he is, that he’s desired even if a lot of him isn’t organic anymore. like yes!! my boyfriend is comprised of 80% robotic parts!! he is extremely strong and the “cool”!!! is he not absolutely wonderful???

ok but starfire can almost never get enough touching, and cyborg’s just like aight *picks her up and carries her around on his arm for an hour* and she’ll just be giddy the entire time

more under the cut

star doesnt have a lot of preconceived notions of what a normal human relationship is, outside of things she sees on TV and robin’s incomprehensible push-pulling over the years. so she doesn’t care one bit about the fact that she’s cuddling a robot. she’d figured starting a relationship with anyone on earth would be something different for her regardless– so a lot of the things cyborg used to think a partner would find problems with, end up not happening because man, this alien chick. “may i lay together with you in your bed?” “girl are you saying you wanna sleep while standing up?? on my charging port???? surrounded by 3478012 cables and wires?????” “is there no room? then may i sleep on the floor?” she just wants to be with him

heck more bed shenanigans would involve like, cyborg awkwardly trying to lie down on star’s bed, and it feels weird coz he hasn’t slept in a real bed for years and while it feels nice he’s kinda sinking into the mattress and he’s self-conscious about leaving a dent in the frame?? or like rolling over at night and squashing star which would be awkward coz he’s more than a little heavy?? then star hops in and cuddles close and is all like shhhhhhhhh slep time

silkie is usually very happy about cyborg’s presence in star’s room, if only because he can gnaw on cy’s legs while they sleep. cy begins to think it’s also revenge since there’s a lot less space on the bed with himself in it, and silkie struggles to find room near starfire to sleep at night. they eventually just get a bigger bed. silkie is a lot less stressed– but cyborg still wakes up with chew marks in his legs

if either of them are too tired from a battle that day, the other will carry them to bed. BB laughed his ass off the first time he saw starfire princess carrying cy to his room (star’s perfectly capable of carrying his weight but her arms aren’t necessarily long enough to hold onto him properly, making it a little cumbersome and awkward), but cy just tiredly gives B the finger

cy will talk to star in awkward broken tamaranian and she’ll get all giggly. everyone else assumes it’s cute flirting, but he’s actually whispering dirty, raunchy shit. that she taught him. and she continues to teach him tamaranian, occasionally dropping new words while otherwise speaking english, and waiting for him to ask about what they mean.

cy will sometimes smack star’s ass and then run for his life before she can return the favor, because he always ends up with an overly-enthusiastic handprint-shaped dent in his ass. it’s a terrifying game of tag. BB will chase them chasing each other with a camera to add to his album of “cyborg’s dented ass” photos that he shares with the whole titans network

cy teaches star about the niches in earth/american culture, the kinds of things that are a little harder to learn about on your own, or things she otherwise wouldn’t have had a reason to learn. he tells her about old american tv shows and explains obscure slang words and how to make telemarketers hang up first and what the contra code is and why he mashes it in every time he boots up a new video game. it’s a crash course mix of useless trivia and miscellaneous culture that makes star’s head spin– but she’s excited about learning all the same, the power of just knowing more makes her feel more comfortable on a planet where she is always a foreigner

it’s kinda why star adores all the different nicknames cy has for her like “fly girl” “baby doll” etc because it makes her feel “in” coz she gets all these cool nicks of names like other earth people!! she fits in!!!! and he’ll say it so fondly it makes her blush half the time. cy definitely notices and thinks its super cute at how excited she gets over pet names. she tries to nickname him back at one point but it felt awkward and she struggled to come up with them, and cy reassured her that he liked her saying out his name anyway, its cool. just be yourself babey

cy loves teaching star things in general, he’s patient and she’s always an eager student. he once took a few hours showing her how to play video games and while she didn’t really take to it, she did learn how to not break the controller whenever her virtual car’s about to crash into the divider (she still shrieks when it happens though)

initially, star is a bit nervous about touching some of cyborg’s robot parts like the implants and consoles coz she’s not sure how to deal with them? alien tech is one thing and earth tech is another, and then there’s the advanced shit that made up cyborg’s body and literally keeps him alive. she’s petrified at the thought of accidentally breaking something like what if she presses the button that turns off his lungs???????? and cy is like why the fuck would i have a button to turn off my lungs?? so one day cy just sits her down so she’s leaning back against his chest, and he looks over her shoulder as he shows her how to navigate his arm console. press this button and choose this option, no the screen wont break even if you press hard, dont use the browser to download malware on my arm like BB did, etc. the ui’s pretty intuitive and star gets it pretty quickly, then she gets all excited. cy teaches her about all the maintenance he does on his body and how his charger works and all that shit and she like oooooo

“if the t-car is your baby, does this mean i am its mother? cyborg does she like me enough? should i assist in changing her oil? *panicking* WILL SHE ACCEPT ME AS HER ADOPTED K’NORFKA?!”

(the t-car is a sassy one, easily jealous and protective– but ultimately, she does approve of starfire, if only just barely)

they spend a lot of time in the garage together. whether cy’s fussing with the t-car or putting together a new gadget, star’s a helpful assistant when it comes to welding or heavy lifting. and while she doesn’t necessarily get programming, she still helps cy with all the calculations and math involved in it; the concept of physics as she has encountered on earth is primitive compared to tamaran, and cy will often challenge her to crack a tough equation before his computer can. while the computer usually gets a result first, star will just explain that its answer was wrong in the large scheme of things, before she starts going in depth into that nerdy science shit to find a more effective way to wire whatever project they’re working on and cy’s just like  ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ heart eyes ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ at how smart she is

they fucking love food. while all the titans are hanging out in the common room, star and cy spend an inordinate amount of time in the kitchen. star will literally eat anything, at any time, and cy would go like “yo star want a sub??” and shes like “YES I WOULD LOVE THE EDIBLE SUBMARINES” and they go make the tallest sub ever and then Eat it

they just cook together a lot, one of them being head chef for the hour and the other being the kitchen assistant. cy’s usually in the lead when they’re making food for the other titans (to prevent food poisoning), and star is happy to learn new recipes that aren’t lethal to her friends– that, and licking all the mixing bowls clean. cy purposely gets sauce etc on his face so that star will see and lick it off too. then star will very unsubtly smear food on her face so that cy will wipe it off with his finger and then things get handsy. (they’re both aware it’s a game, but they pretend like they don’t.)

cy gets them matching aprons and a tiny chef hat for star. she asks him why it’s so tiny or even necessary but he just thinks its cute af on her lol

it helps cy’s ego when star will also eat literally anything he puts in front of her while enjoying it unironically. of course, cy quickly learns that starfire’s favorite “earth” foods are things that most people wouldn’t consider food at all, so while he’ll prepare Real Food for himself, he had to start a new custom cookbook for the random combinations of ingredients that starfire likes to ingest. he’s torn between feeling like his chef skills go to waste on her, or being proud at how good he’s become at figuring out the kinds of food combos she likes based on the flavors and consistencies she’s inclined to. but ultimately she’s just so cute and happy when she smiles at the taste of m&ms on raw steak that cyborg’s just like ahh. fine.

cyborg: *sighs while writing* “edamame in a cherry-chocolate reduction: get a handful of fresh edamame, washing is optional, pour hershey’s chocolate sauce all over it, add cherries but don’t remove the pits or the stems, sprinkle in some drops of 7up, then cover that shit in mustard. stick it all in the microwave for 1 minute, doesn’t really matter what temperature? prep time: 3 and a half minutes. the fuck did i just write”

star: *wolfs down that edamame shit like its the best goddamn thing ever*

raven:

meanwhile, while cy can’t stomach star’s tamaranean food, he does go out of his way to learn how to prepare the stuff himself, for whenever star’s sick or feeling down. the nostalgic taste of home tends to help her feel better. the bowls of wustlepus might keep trying to strangle him, but hey, cy can handle it

cy used to think we was master of stuffing his face, but he quickly found out that you do not challenge an alien with 9 stomachs to an eating competition and expect to win. it’s still fun, of course, to pick a restaurant and watch her slowly but surely put away food with a grace that cy doesn’t (care to) have. robin and BB cheer will them on, raven is disgusted but plays referee anyway (even though it’s not like the result ever changes)

“are the table manners required for today’s duel of excessive food consumption?” star will ask cy innocently, but she’d be smiling a lil smugly because she knows she’s gonna win like always

(at some point, the restaurant manager will start eyeing them nervously from the doorway of the staff room, unsure about whether to ask the titans to leave before they run the kitchen dry, or to take advantage of the publicity.)

cy and star are a couple that isn’t inclined to subtle about anything. that means smooching all the time. mwah noises. flirting. glomps. yelling at shit together for fun– cy just expresses himself loudly, while shouting at each other is a form of affection on tamaran. they’ll sometimes wrestle, sometimes arm wrestling and sometimes all out full-body on the floor (actual wrestling tho, not a innuendo; star usually wins). they keep denting walls and furniture with their messing around and the other titans are like /(e_e)\ *passing out earplugs* and at some point robin is like guys… just… keep it in your rooms please

but being loud isn’t exclusive to daytime. nobody fucking knows how the hell an alien and a robot get it on, but based on all the god damn noise at night, they’ve apparently figured something out. maybe more than one something. it is a mystery

“hey, star… ever heard of a vibrator?”

most of their making out happens in the gym tho, let’s be real. they’ve been checking each other out for years in there. now they just get frisky after (or during, or before) a workout, culminating in yet another “workout”. they never lock the door, and after enough incidents the other titans just end up boycotting the gym entirely in lieu of the other training room

with the added privacy, star opts to work out in the gym without a top on. or a bra. then she heads for the treadmill

“you never wear clothing, cyborg, so why should i?”

cyborg keeps dropping his weights on himself and just ends up covered in dents, two mangled prosthetic legs, and having done no training at all

they’re such a peppy excited pair that sometimes things can get a bit too wild. there’s a pile in the back of cy’s room made up solely of dented/crushed/melted/ripped arm and leg prosthetics, all damaged because cy was busy pampering his superpowered alien gf a lil too much. starfire feels super bad but cy is like, he has to fix his limbs after a lot of battles anyway, it’s no big deal. he also hasn’t bothered to suggest a workaround yet because watching her lose control is hot (and maybe getting his hand melted is kinda kinky)

they sometimes troll the other titans– usually robin– by whispering in tamaranian behind them and snickering, pretending like they’re talking about them. robin used to be extra miffed by this, but after learning that cy’s tamaranian is actually still shit enough that he has yet to learn to string together a proper sentence longer than 3 words, robin knows they’re just fucking around with him. at one point robin turns around on the couch and throws some tamaranian right back at them and cyborg’s like :O what the fuck? what the fuck?? and star’s like yeah actually robin asked me to teach him tamaranian too. and robin’s like :) and cy is grumpy he can’t antagonize him with it anymore (and that it’s not exclusively his and star’s code language anymore, but really, you can’t own a language like that)

star likes to cart cy around while flying, but he’s just so bulky that he doesnt look all graceful and shit like robin; he just looks kinda goofy dangling in the air with her holding him under the arms. but even if he felt a little self-conscious, he forgets it quickly when she lets him skim the ocean with his feet or take him up over the clouds– he’d thought he lost everything with the accident that left him a robot, but getting to fly like this is something he never could’ve even dreamed of even when he was all human. like. this must be what it actually means to be living. everything happens for a reason

cy gets a UV lamp installed in his body just in case they get stuck somewhere and there’s no sunlight for star, he can’t replace the sun but it might help

he also turns his heaters up a bit when they’re cuddling coz he knows she likes warmth, as long as he’s not running the risk of overheating his system, but his metal parts can be cold to the touch and while she doesnt mind it at all he just wants her to be cozy….

cy’s like the only titan taller than star, so she usually floats to be eye level with him. he big and bulky and strong and he reminds her of galfore, and that’s part of why she always felt protected and safe around him. not to mention star’s been getting taller than most earth people her age; she sometimes feels like a tall poppy, sticking out of the crowd too much. so she lowkey enjoys being smol for once compared to cyborg, especially if she ever feels like hiding behind him, or being carried by him, the comfort of a sort of bodyguard that she doesn’t necessarily need but is there if she wants

i keep bringing this up but star sitting on cyborg’s shoulders/arms like. the result is this tall stack of a couple that towers over all the other titans– then like everyone will be chilling on the couch when they hear making out noises from above and they look up and its just star floating around cyborg’s head as they smooch and everyone’s like -_-

all the meme fun aside, they’re always able to confide in each other whenever they’re upset. they’ll sit together in silence and just lean on each other or hug and wait for someone to spill. if (when) it comes down to “will i ever fit in?”, because that kinda worry never completely goes away, they’ll be reassured that they know the few places they’ll always be accepted– and that’s in the titans, or in the unconventional relationship between a half robot and an alien nuclear bomb

star likes being around cy coz he’s so sturdy, in more ways than one– he’s strong enough to tank stuff so it’s safer to roughhouse with him. she loves being able to give the biggest of hugs without worrying too much about crushing a ribcage (earthlings and their Fragile Little Bones!)

cy loves how small star is compared to him bc shes fun to pick up or pluck from the air and cuddle ♥ and she’s so warm, just radiating heat both literally and metaphorically and she’s so full of life and heart, and cy’s once again reminded of what it really means to be human– by a goddamn alien, no less

they like to touch each other’s faces, just caressing n stuff like they do in “how long is forever” and the teen titans go comic #24, staring into each others eyes and shit and going all (uwu) they just love to touch each other okay even back when they were just friends!!!!!!!

HAVE I MENTIONED THE SMOOCHES. star will just kiss cy all over his face because its fun and she knows he likes it. then cy returns the favor, except with increasingly exaggerated kissing and nomming noises because it makes star laugh and blush like crazy. it’s horribly embarrassing for anyone else watching. star & cy are usually standing in the middle of the corridor by this point, and then robin was gonna head to his office, but once he sees the path is blocked– by this no less– just returns the way he came without a word

if anyone tries to make star feel uncomfortable for being alien or misunderstanding something, which does still happen sometimes, they’ll quickly find out they’ve got the goddamn terminator comin for their ass. or they’ll turn around and see 6 foot tall robot man with arms crossed and red eye glowing and he’ll be like (: hey there (:

star keeps leaving the garage with motor oil all over her face. none of the other titans knows how to address it, or if they even should, so they don’t

anyway theyre in love

[szopenhauer]

Would you ever chew gum after someone else already has? noooo, yuk

Earrings or a necklace? necklace

Have you ever wished on 11:11? I do smth else/have different tradition

Have you ever listened to the Goo Goo Dolls? Iris, even recently

Have you ever watched Lost? nah

Do you have pictures of your exes? I think I deleted them

Do you have Ozzy Osbourne on your mp3 player? I don’t listen to him but I liked to watch Osbourne’s family tho

Do you read romance novels? the only one I could count as a romance was Five feet apart

Did you draw pictures for your crushes in preschool? no :o

Have you ever not asked someone out cause you were scared of rejection? yep

Have you ever liked someone just because of their appearance? had some crushes like this, especially celebs lol

Pink or green? green but pink with green looks interesting

A bracelet or a ring? depends

Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter? LOTR

By airplane or bus? bus

What’s the last thing you binge watched? She-ra

Do you watch youtube videos or tv shows more? yt videos

What are you tired of right now? everything

Have you ever gotten rid of something and then regretted it? If so, what?  several things, personal

How does your stomach feel right now? silence before the storm?...

Do you live in an apartment that has inspections? I don’t live in an apartment

Do you hate taking naps during the day? yes and no

Who in your immediate family has the best natural hair? my grandma has, she never got grey hair nor dandruff etc.

Do you know anyone who thinks they’re more talented than they are?   obvi

What is the origin of your last name? polish?

Have you ever been inside a Victorian mansion? I wish

What was the most boring field trip you ever went on? hmm...

What are your favorite types of videos to watch on youtube? music videos, thrift hauls, interiors, fashion, funny stuff...

What’s a DIY craft project you want to try? I’m not into DIY

Are you a hoarder? yep

Do you ever call yourself stupid in your head? often

If you were to start a collection, what would it be? not counting those I already have? for example - znicze

Would you ever give your daughter the middle name Marie? I could, especially if it was a boy :P as it’s legal to call him Maria if it’s the middle name lmfao

Do you have a relationship with God? some sort of it

Have you ever “fired” a doctor? could say so

Who is the prettiest Asian youtuber that you can think of? I don’t watch any Asian youtubers

What was the temperature where you live today? less than 30 Celsius but it felt colder

Is your sleep schedule all messed up? umm...

Did you wear green last St. Patrick’s Day? I don’t celebrate this 

Food: Are you adventurous or do you stick to what you know? stick 

Do you know both of your biological parents? I do

When was the last time you wrote so much your finger ached? last night

Do you store a lot of pictures you’ve taken that no one else has seen? ppl close to me saw them

When did you first start using the internet? regularly or very first time?

Do you prefer tents or staying in hotels? prefer hotels

Do you have any family traditions for certain holidays? Which? personal

Do you enjoy clowns / street performers or are they creepy to you? some I like

Have you ever had a teacher who would just babble about nothing? for example - we had a priest who was always talking about war times or his night dreams :D

Do you ever look at a word and think that it looks odd? hahaha it happens

Did you ever dream about being an animal? plenty

Which vowel occurs most in your whole name? A

What’s your favourite colour on a dog? dunno

Do you prefer Skirts or Dresses? dresses, I can use them as tunics

Have you ever been told you are fake? once :(

Can you do cartwheels? not well

Do you like the name Sara? no longer...

What’s your first name without an r, e, s or l? doesn’t change

What’s your age plus two divided by 4? 7.5

Do you know someone named after a month (April, May, June)? used to know May

Stop typing. What do you hear? someone is mowing grass as every other day ugh...

What was the last book you read that also is a film? Five feet apart

How often do you get a new purse or a new wallet? whenever I feel like it but I thrift them so it’s not like I spend lots of money

What is the most money that you have ever spent on getting your nails done? few PLN for a nail polish and done them myself lol

Does it matter to you if your girlfriend drinks? I wouldn’t date an alcoholic, someone who is drunk a lot and then do stupid stuff, pukes, have hangovers often, spend all their money on alcohol, smells like it, gross!

Has a little kid ever fallen asleep on your lap before? nah, just cat

If you heard your best friend’s significant other was cheating on them, would you tell them? Even if you couldn’t prove it? I’d mention that to them

Do you plan on having both your parents at your wedding? if they want to attend...

Have you ever stayed on a ride at a theme park to ride it again? nope

Where did your mother and father meet for the first time? in front of the church

Would you rather read books or magazines? depends

Have you ever had your cheek pinched? I hate that >.>

Do you own any plaid pants? I have a pair of plaid leggings and pajamas

Do you talk in your sleep? nah

Have you ever fallen off a horse? never been on a horse to fall

Can you pick things up with your toes? I do this often

If you are a girl, do you get bad PMS, or is it not so bad? my PMS were usually worse than my period

Would you rather have your shirt be too long or too short? too long

Are you the type of person who can shake insults off easily, or do they tend to stick around in your brain & bother you? stay forever

Do you like clothes with ruffles on them? usually not

Were you happy when you woke up today? I wasn’t

Have you used the opposite sex’s bathroom in a public place before? had to 

Do you rent movies frequently? I don’t have money for that

Do you quote movies or songs to answer survey questions? very rarely as it’s annoying

What is your name spelled backwards? Annazuz :3

How do you think the world will end? people will destroy it?

An alien ship lands at your house, and they want you. Do you go with them? 

If you were in a horror flick, would you be one of the first ones to die? I think I would survive or die saving someone

What movie has been taken WAY too far, as far as sequels go? most of them but it’s more shows’ thingy

Do you get a fake Christmas tree each year, or a real one? fake, I’m against using real ones

How long would you have to know someone before tying the knot? it’s not about length of time that much

Would you embarass yourself if you met your favorite celebrity? probably :x

If a person had a glass eye, would that scare you? no idea, hope not as I don’t wanna make them feel bad, sorry in advance

Are you a twin? am not

Do you get paranoid that someone’s looking at your through your window? my neighbor sometimes does so...

Mountains, oceans, or forests? forests

When was the last time you “de-haired” your hairbrush? recently?

Are any of your great grandparents still alive? they’re all dead

Where’s your significant other? visiting her dad

How much blankets do you sleep under? 1-2

Is a hair dryer a necessity for you? it is

If you were atop a tall building, would you throw stuff at people below? don’t do that!

Do you believe we really landed on the moon? I don’t give a shit

Name a movie everyone else thought was funny, but you couldn’t stand: majority of comedies tbh

What topping do you HATE on pizzas? same, I’m more into simple food

Got any interesting wigs? bunch

Can you resist temptation? most often

Would a credit card get you into trouble? if I lost it, I would be paranoid about it 24/7, omg I just got scared I’ve lost my ID and bus card 

Truth or dare? truth?

Which is more annoying: sequels or prequels? *shrug*

Do you use rechargeable batteries? when I did they were blowing up, didn’t charge back or smth like this so I prefer normal ones thank you very much

Describe the chair you’re sitting in. Is it comfy? it's so old there’s barely anything left to sit on but I have no cash for a new one nor can get that kind of chair anywhere so... 2 pillows under my butt have to be enough

What would you do if you thought someone was following you? try to lose them

[disrepairhouse]

Family - Part 6 (End)

Itara, RK, and Mira spent most the rest of the evening down in the lab, discussing the real situation while Mira continued teaching Itara more about what he knew.  At one point, an anxious Kelly came downstairs during their conversation, but just as Mira expected, she made enough noise on her way down that they were easily able to halt their talk before she could hear anything.  Not wanting to spark her suspicions, or her stubbornness, Mira offered to let her stay down there with them while they worked as long as she promised not to touch anything.  It wasn’t often he allowed her down in his lab for any length of time, because she had a penchant for destruction, but he knew she would want to be near Itara, especially considering the incident that day, and told her he would make an exception.

However, as Mira also expected, as soon as he started explaining the technology behind a specific robot in great detail, she found her own reason to leave with a passing comment about them all being dweebs. Mira shook his head and watched her go, making sure she was out of earshot before motioning for them to continue the explanations.  Kelly could be extremely unpredictable sometimes in her responses, and yet, in a way, she was often also extremely predictable.  He could always count on her getting bored immediately with his ‘techno-babble’, as she often called it.  As much as he wanted Kelly to spend as much time with Itara as possible, as well, he also wanted to know more about the real situation so he could best prepare for whatever may happen.

After he got as much explanation as Itara felt comfortable giving him, he shifted his focus fully back onto the robotics and, knowing he needed the distraction now, blocked all else from his mind to instruct Itara on repairs.  RK, as well, looked over the processes, making several notes about Mira’s abilities and technical know-how for future reference.  He really did put Robotnik to shame, it was baffling.  He was more than sure Mira could not only fully repair both he and Metal Sonic, but even upgrade them considerably if he chose to.  Itara seemed to come to the same conclusion, as she asked about it, and, after a fair bit of consideration, Mira agreed.  He wanted to study RK more, anyway, as he’d never been able to delve into a still functional Robotnik robot.  They would save it for a later date, however, as he wanted to spend more time catching Itara up.

It was late into the day when Kelly came back downstairs again, whining about it being past dinner time, and catching Mira’s attention. He glanced towards the large screen behind him to check the time before sighing, “right.  Sorry, Kelly, we lost track of time.”

“Nerds.”

“Yes, well, this nerd makes your dinner so keep it up and you’ll be cooking tonight,” Mira snapped, standing up and beginning to put his tools away, Itara chuckling at the horrified look on Kelly’s face.  “That’s what I thought.”  Itara got up to help, laughing again at the Kelly’s pout.  They got everything put away and Mira closed the unneeded programs on his computer, leaving only a couple windows up that were running various scans.  “There, I suppose I’ll go make dinner now.”  As he moved towards Kelly to push her out of the lab, he stopped when she seemed to be staring off and followed her line of sight to the computer screen, “what?”

“You have a thingy,” she stated, pointing towards a smaller screen at the bottom, a small yellow tab was flashing on the bar.

Mira looked towards it before turning back towards her, “it’s just an update notification.  I have a lot of scans running and the programs give me a notification whenever one finishes.  I’ll check it after dinner.”

“You sure it isn’t a message from your secret girlfriend?” Kelly prodded, grinning.

Mira rolled his eyes, “as if I could ever deal with more than one relationship.  You’re tiring enough as is.”

“Well, if you say so,” Kelly laughed, shrugging, and turned towards the stairs, taking off with her usual excitement.  Mira shook his head and followed after her, Itara and RK in tow, exchanging glances at the two’s interaction.  They really were quite the couple.  Itara thought it was a little funny to watch them but RK hadn’t fully picked up on the sarcasm and worried that Kelly was actually suspicious. Not that it was really any of his concern, anyway.

Mira got dinner made up and they briefly discussed the events at school, mostly goaded on by Kelly, but after Itara made it clear she didn’t want to talk about it the subject was dropped.  Instead, Kelly decided to give them all a full rant about some new painting that was apparently specifically trying to piss her off, despite being her own creation.  When Itara tried explaining that she didn’t think a painting had enough sentience to do such a thing, Mira shook his head and told her it a lost cause. Kelly apparently ranted about this often and no amount of argument otherwise would convince her that her ravings were completely irrational.

After dinner Itara put more ice on her burn and Mira did his best to get it wrapped up so she could at least sleep without burning through her blankets.  They had to freeze the bandages and put an ice pack between them and her leg to make any sort of progress, but once that was taken care of, RK left again and Itara went up to her bedroom.  She wanted to watch some cartoons before she went to sleep since she hadn’t had a chance to dig into any of the DVDs yet.  She got comfy on the small couch and grabbed Kipper, but had only gotten a few minutes into the second episode when a knock came at her door again. Pausing it, and telling Kipper to be quiet, she called to let them come in and leaned around the TV to see who it was.

Kelly came in with a couple small bags of snacks and walked over, shutting the door behind her, smiling guiltily towards her. “Don’t tell your dad I’m letting you eat snacks before bed, alright?”

Itara looked down at the bags and had to keep the grin off her face when she saw two bags of chocolate chip cookies.  “I won’t tell.”

“Great,” Kelly beamed, walking over and plopping down on the couch beside her, handing one bag over to her and keeping the other for herself, apparently, as she opened it and popped a couple of the tiny snacks in her mouth.  “Ooo, haven’t watched this one in a while,” she exclaimed, looking towards the TV.

Itara glanced over at her, opening her own bag, “You watch this?”

“Usually just with you but… well,” Kelly frowned before shaking her head and grabbing the remote to unpause it, “it wouldn’t hurt to get caught up.”  Itara studied her curiously, unsure what to make of the situation, but eventually shrugged and settled back in to watch her show.  She had only ever seen a handful of episodes here and there, but what she grasped of the story she liked.  She’d been meaning to get ahold of the rest of the episodes somehow so she wasn’t going to miss her chance now.

She and Kelly binged through the entire first season, even after Mira came up to yell at them both to go to bed, and Itara had never been happier to finally have someone other than RK and Kipper to talk about her shows with.  She’d never been able to make friends before, not that she’d ever really tried, either, and even if Kelly was supposed to be a parental figure, she felt far more like a kid Itara could have fun with than a parent.  They both quickly shoved their cookie bags under the couch pillows when Mira came in and they both giggled quietly when he left again.  Kelly laughed the hardest at the funny parts of the show and cried the hardest at the climax.  She even got up and whipped around an imaginary sword during one of the fights, tripping over one of the bean bag chairs and laughing that much harder when she did.

Itara had so much fun, mostly just laughing at Kelly, that she’d nearly forgotten she wasn’t supposed to be getting attached to them.  Kelly had a way of completely obliterating her guards and by the time they were putting the DVDs away again and Itara was getting ready for bed, her face hurt from smiling so much.  Kelly helped her pick out a nightgown and get her into bed, making sure the bandages were properly wrapped after she laid back down, before leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“G’night, kiddo.  Sorry I kept ya up so late.  I’ll make sure yer dad doesn’t yell at ya for bein’ tired in the morning, kay?” Kelly laughed, handing Kipper to her as she snuggled down into the bed.

“Kay,” Itara smiled, yawning, “th-thank you, m-… K-Kelly.”

Kelly watched her quietly for a moment before nodding, “you’re welcome, kiddo.  Sleep well.” She pat Itara’s head before turning around, grabbing the cookie bags on her way through, and turning the lights out on her way out of the room.  Once the door was closed, Itara closed her eyes, but felt movement from the doll in her arms.

“You were gonna say ‘mom’,” Kipper grinned.

Itara remained silent, opening one eye to stare up at the bright red gem, but shut it again, wrapping her arms tighter around him, “go t-to sleep, Kipper.”  The doll only snickered, but went quiet again and before long, Itara drifted off to sleep.

 Itara ran through the fire-scorched city, barking, snarling dogs snapping angrily at her heels, just missing by mere centimeters, as she called out for someone to help.  She kept tripping over dislodged concrete and having to jump down broken slopes, just barely keeping the dogs behind her.  As she was sliding down an especially steep hill, the ground began to rumble and the movement caused her to lose what little footing she had, sending her crashing face-first down the rest of the hill.  Crying out, she curled in on herself, hearing the dogs at her feet… but then they stopped.

Itara looked up again, staring wide-eyed at the empty landscape.  The dogs had vanished.  But as she attempted to get back up to her feet to run again, the ground shook yet again, falling away and sending her down into a pit of darkness along with all the rubble of the destroyed city.  Screaming into the emptiness, she shut her eyes, not wanting to watch her fall, but as soon as she did, she stopped falling.  She hadn’t hit anything, but she no longer felt as if she was falling, either.  Warily opening one eye, she looked around her, seeing nothing but empty blackness. Time was frozen, but all the rubble had vanished, just like the dogs.

Frowning, she curled in on herself again, shutting her eyes tightly, not wanting to see what would happen next.  But as the world around her grew light, she opened them again, looking to where the light was coming from.  A massive, bright, glowing figure came into view, all yellow and white except for the bright red circle in the center.  She knew that figure!  Uncurling again, she reached out for the figure, though was unable to move in the empty space.  She tried calling out to him, but she had no voice, either.

The figure cleared, its large wings spreading wide, as a voice began echoing around her.  She couldn’t understand it at first, it was hardly more than a mumble, but as it grew louder and louder, it became clearer and clearer.

“…wake up… wake up… WAKE UP!”

 Itara darted up, her eyes widened, staring out into the darkness, nearly screaming when the angry glowing doll dropped down in front of her, “get out.”

“What?”

“Just get out.  Out of the house.  Grab your phone and get out.  Now.”

“Kipper, wh-”

“Don’t argue!  Just grab your phone and get out of this house now!”

Itara frowned, but nodded, crawling to the edge of the bed to grab her phone off the charger.  Her leg still hurt and she was tired, it was still dark so she couldn’t have been asleep for very long, but Kipper kept rushing her to hurry and get out, floating behind her.  Once she was at the door, she looked down the hall, “should we get-?”

“No time, go!”

“But Kipper-!”

“No!”

The doll hissed and turned incorporeal, moving into her body, her eyes turning black as he did.  She slumped for only a moment before scrambling towards the stairs. Halfway down, a thunderous boom erupted from the basement floor, causing the entire manor to shake violently and most of the first floor to cave in.  Immediately after, a chain reaction of explosions were set off, destroying walls and collapsing ceilings, a crashing beam only barely missing Itara as she ran down the stairs.  The bottom steps were already crumbling and a panicked scream echoed from upstairs, but Itara kept going, not slowing down until she’d jumped from the destroyed steps to the front entrance.

Even once she reached the front steps, the walls continued caving around her and the door nearly crashed down on top of her, had she not dove off to the side, though her ankle got caught under it, nonetheless. However, almost as if she couldn’t even feel the badly injured ankle or any previous injury, she darted back up and, just barely missing another fallen beam, rolled out the door and down the steps to the solid ground.  The manor continued crumbling behind her, followed by yet another explosion from under the house, but Itara slumped forward again as the now panting doll reemerged from her body, looking over the building going up in flames.

As soon as her eyes returned to normal, Itara blinked, but jumped at the commotion coming from the house.  Looking up from where she sat, her eyes widened in horror at the scene before her, her mouth dropping open, as she tried to process what was going on.  Slowly, she turned towards Kipper, and reached out for him, going into a full, screaming panic as soon as she had her hands on him, “KIPPER!  KIPPER, W-WHAT HAPPENED?!  WHY IS-?!  WHAT DID-?! WHY?!”

Shakily, she pulled herself to her feet again, staring out at the fires, “we have… we have to… Kipper, w-what a-a-about-… M-Mira?! K-Kelly?!”

“Don’t you dare even think about going back in there,” Kipper threatened, moving out of her hands and tossing her phone to her, “get out of sight and call RK, someone’s gonna notice this, you shouldn’t be around when they do.  I’ll go look into your ‘parents’ for you.”  He stared her down until she got the message and waited until she started walking, though only noticed the pain in her ankle once she did, before turning towards the house and going incorporeal again to look through it.  He was pretty sure they wouldn’t survive a house toppling down on them, but just to keep Itara from checking, herself, he would look.

Itara made her way, slowly, cringing every time something else heavy dropped in the manor and echoed out into the night, towards the edge of the gardens and dropped against a half marble wall, looking down at her phone blankly.  She didn’t even know what she was doing.  Everything felt blank.  Her leg hurt, her ankle hurt, her chest hurt, but still she felt numb.  She managed to dial RK’s number and, after some half attempts to push the button, managed to call him.  She didn’t even know what time it was, it was still dark, but the fires from the manor were filling the night with a horrible orange glow.

It didn’t take RK long to answer, but it took a few moments for Itara to respond.

“Itara?  Itara, are you there?  What’s that noise?  Itara?”

“…RK… c-come… p-please…”  Her voice was hollow and a small hiccup escaped as Kipper made his way back over.

“I’m on my way.  What’s going on?  Are you okay?”

When Itara took another moment to respond, Kipper sighed and grabbed the phone, answering for her, “I think something in the basement might have exploded, the whole manor’s collapsed and on fire.  It’s actually a pretty great site—I mean,” he looked over at the horrified little girl and redacted, “it’s… simply terrible. Itara’s okay, though.  For the most part.”

“Are Mira and Kelly…?”

“Unfortunately, it was hard enough getting the brat out before the house collapsed on top of her.  I couldn’t do anything for the mobians.  They got stuck in their bedroom.”

RK sighed and remained silent for a moment, “alright… I’m about 20 minutes out, keep a watch over her for me, Kipper.”

“You may wanna hurry.  Someone’s gonna notice the fires, and considering the sort of work Mira did, I wouldn’t be surprised if some GUN members showed up.  Not someone we need Itara around.”

“Is she okay enough to walk?”

“Don’t think she’s moving on her own any time soon.”

“Alright… I’ll hurry.  Watch her.”

“Will do, Momma Bear.”

 By the time RK reached the manor, there were already helicopters on their way and he had to dodge around the side and hop the fence to reach the two.  He found them easily enough, picking Itara up and looking towards the house, scanning for signs of life, himself, just to be sure, before sighing and taking off. Itara didn’t say a word the entire way home, despite his best attempts, and eventually decided it was best to leave her alone.  Kipper, on the other hand, remained just as chatty as usual when he was ‘awake’, telling him all about how Itara refused to move when he told her and how he had to physically move her, himself, otherwise she would have been buried along with her parents.  RK ended up shushing him halfway home and the rest of the run was silent.

When they returned to the base, RK put Itara on the couch and went to get the first aid kit to take care of her ankle, as Kipper had barely mentioned that he may have gotten a door dropped on it.  He looked over her leg, noticing the loose bandages and decided to rewrap it back up with new ones.  The entire time, she only stared out blankly, not responding to anything either of them said, refusing to sleep, and didn’t even respond when RK asked if she wanted something chocolate.  Eventually, he just pulled the comforter from the bed and wrapped her up in it and sat with her while keeping an eye on any news that would be popping up at some point about the fire.

 Itara stared at the ashen rubble from afar, keeping the scarf and hood wrapped as tightly around her head as possible as she watched cranes and workers, alike, clear up the destruction.  Construction signs and police tape was everywhere and the grounds were too busy for her to get any closer, but she wanted to at least see. Sighing, she looked down again, closing her eyes to keep the tears from escaping, before turning around and walking away again.  She knew they were gone, she’d had both Kipper and RK check several times over and kept a close eye on any news about the fire, but she still didn’t want to fully accept it.

It was a long walk back to the base, but she had insisted on going alone, despite RK’s arguments.  But she wasn’t going all the way back to the base right away, anyway. She was planning to hide out near the grounds until everyone left, then go in and have a closer look.  She knew RK wouldn’t want her doing something so dangerous, but she felt like she needed to.  She needed to check for herself.  It was a long wait, and she’d ended up napping under a tree for a good portion of it, but eventually, as sunset drew near, the grounds slowly emptied of activity. Itara edged closer, waiting for the last person to leave, before slipping in under the fence and looking over the walk up to what used to be a vast manor.

The lights on the pathway were run by little solar panels and still lit up after dark, despite the destruction around them, though a number of them had been knocked out of place and were either broken or lying on their side.  Itara made her way down the gravel pathway, pulling her sweater closer to her as the cold evening wind picked up, her eyes set on the wrecked building.  It was a lengthy walk, especially with her limp, but eventually she reached the stone steps that once led to a beautifully carved door.  Now the entire frame was gone, along with the door, itself, and a pathway made by cranes and mobians led to the center of the wreckage.

The entrance was seared black and the grand staircase to the second floor was completely flattened.  The parlor was buried under rubble and the dining room had caved in entirely.  The basement was equally buried and only signs of the staircase going down remained. Itara felt a small hiccup welling up in her throat, but pushed it back down as she carefully stepped into the charred entranceway.  A small path had been made to the left of the staircase that Itara followed, carefully stepping over the remains of beams and furniture.

She’d heard two bodies were retrieved from the rubble, one attempting to shield the other when a beam had fallen on both of them.  Itara guessed this was the path they made to get to those bodies and wanted to see, for herself, where the two had died. When she reached the end of the created pathway, however, she realized, judging by the second floor layout rather than the first floor, they had been in the hallway.  Halfway between her room and theirs.  Crouching down, she pressed a hand against the scorched ground, closing her eyes and trying, once again, to create a portal to the past.  She had tried so many times to access her powers again, to save them, to get them out of the fire.  She checked the news about the fire over and over again for changes, knowing that if she accessed her powers at some point, it would change. They wouldn’t find bodies.  But even now, even at the site, she still couldn’t do it.

Opening her eyes again, a couple tears managing to escape, much to her dismay, she whined.  Reaching up to wipe the tears away, she took a few deep breaths to try and calm back down.  She knew she shouldn’t have gotten attached.  She knew. Nothing good would have ever come from this situation.  She should have run as soon as they said her name.  As soon as they showed up.  As soon as she realized they recognized her, she should have run.  She should have grabbed RK and left immediately.  Curling in on herself, she shut her eyes tight, wrapping her hands around her head, and cried out into the encroaching night.

Dropping down to her knees, her arms dropping to her sides, she stared out at the scorched wood around her.  She wished she could have at least saved something of theirs, if not them.  But, then again, it was probably best she forgot about them.  She shouldn’t remember them.  They weren’t even her real parents, she wasn’t their daughter, she was nothing to them.  But even so… even after she told Mira… even after Mira knew… he still….  She reached up, putting a hand on her head and closing her eyes.

A sudden crumble of a footstep startled her out of her thoughts as she swung around, a bit too fast and ended up falling back, but stared up blankly at the giant red robot behind her.  She should have known he would follow her.  Well… that was fine.  Sighing, she moved to get back on her feet, dusting as much of the ash off as possible as she turned away from him again.

“Itara…”

“I’m fine.”  I’m not.

“You shouldn’t-”

“Leave me alone.”  Please don’t.

“I don’t-”

“Look, I’d just… rather be… by myself… right now.”  Please don’t leave me.

RK watched the small girl walk away from the destroyed manor, following her out of the wreckage and sighed.  Her usual indifferent expression was resting on her face, but her ears were pinned sharply against her head.  He took one more glance back at the pile of rubble, scanning for anything even remotely recoverable, before sighing and following after her again. Despite her distant attitude, she was visibly shaking and her legs looked ready to give out from under her. Instead of waiting until they did, he walked up and pulled her into his arms.  She gave only a small, half-hearted fight, before settling back down.

“I’m… sorry… about the mobians.”

“It’s… b-better this way.”

RK remained silent, looking down at her and studying her face.  Not even she believed that, but she was trying so hard to.  He would let it go for now, but later he would argue the point. When she was less… traumatized.

As soon as they got back to the base and RK set her down, Itara went over to the couch and picked the small black notebook she always kept up.  She had explained once before that she kept track of the timeline branches in that book, when she had access to her powers, it was how she made decisions quicker. But it had remained empty since the reset, even though she regularly wrote in it still.  Only the past was journaled in it now.  Nothing of the future, making him wonder what she was writing now.

Flipping the book open to the next empty page, she walked to the small cup of colored pens, grabbed a thick red one, and scribbled in huge, shaky letters ‘DON’T GO’, then underlined it and closed the book again. She returned the book to the stand and, without a word still, went to her bedroom to change into clean pajamas. RK wasn’t sure what to do now.  This was the first time she had left the base since the fire, and it was only to return to the manor.  She still had no control over her powers and the burn on her leg was still there, though finally seemed to be shrinking, and the crystals on her spines eventually went back down.  He wasn’t sure what would help Itara feel better and Kipper was no help. He was at a complete loss.

Well, he did have one idea, but he wasn’t sure how much it would actually help.  There was an old fox mobian that he had promised to introduce Itara to when she ‘came back’.  Maybe he would know what to do.

 END

Chapter List

[bluesmemethings]

One of the Greats starters

❛  So many trials and tribulations have brought me to this point.  ❜

❛  I did countless hour specials where I looked like a damn fool.  ❜

❛  Ladies, who’s a whore ? We all are, we just need to own it !  ❜

❛  I’m ugly but I’m a whore.  ❜

❛  I’m an ugly whore, I don’t care.  ❜

❛  Sometimes I feel like everybody trippin’ but me !  ❜

❛  It’s go time !  ❜

❛  I’m still tired and I got 12 hours of sleep last night. I’m still tired.  ❜

❛  Who’s sleepy ? I am.  ❜

❛  In all seriousness though, who cares about anything ?  ❜

❛  We’ll all be dead soon.  ❜

❛  Did you fuck my wife ?  ❜

❛  An icon within an already iconic city, so it’s like a double whammy of iconography !  ❜

❛  This is interesting. This is interesting.  ❜

❛  It’s hitting my eye a little like ‘ ow ! ’   ❜

❛  But that wasn’t all, I also had to do a sound check.  ❜

❛  All that was left was for me to hit my knees and pray to god, to thank him for all the humility he bestowed upon.  ❜

❛  I guess you could say I’m a direct vessel of God.  ❜

❛  I’m like a loaded weapon, and my brain is the bullet.  ❜

❛  Do not approach the stage with gifts.  ❜

❛  I’m also a huge fan of my work.  ❜

❛  I am one of the Greats.  ❜

❛  You’re a clown.  ❜

❛  Looks like this comedian’s probably gonna be telling it like it is.  ❜

❛  I don’t know, I just wish I was someone else.  ❜

❛  I wish I was a guy. I just want to feel what it feels like to have male confidence.  ❜

❛  My fantasy of what it’s like to be a guy is you just wake up in the morning and your eyes open and you’re like ‘ I’M AWESOME ! People probably wanna hear what I have to say ! ’  ❜

❛  I’m probably gonna do something great today !  ❜

❛  I’m always just so blown away by their creativity.  ❜

❛  And that’s my take on a classic.  ❜

❛  I hate small talk. I hate getting to know people.  ❜

❛  If I’m making a new friend, I just want to already be best friends.  ❜

❛  Oh where abouts do ya hail from ?  ❜

❛  I need answers !  ❜

❛  Oh ! you guys were a cat family ? we were a dog family !  ❜

❛  Oh my god ! You still exist !  ❜

❛  We should do lunch ! You know, that thing that people who hate each other do.  ❜

❛  We should rent a car and drive up the coast !  ❜

❛  Let’s buy some lumber and learn how to build.  ❜

❛  I just want to get to know you through task-based projects.  ❜

❛  I’ll hug my lover while he’s inside me. For the duration.  ❜

❛  I’m not a big stranger hugger. I don’t really want your sweaty armpits on top of my shoulders.  ❜

❛  I’ve already hugged someone today, thank you.  ❜

❛  I fucking hate parties.  ❜

❛  Is that too reductive ?  ❜

❛  How much money does everyone make ?  ❜

❛  Who’s adopted ? Let’s find your parents.  ❜

❛  Why not go big ? Why not walk into the party just dragging a dead dog ?  ❜

❛  That will get lips a flappin’ !  ❜

❛  Who is that girl ? How’d she get in here ? How’d the dog die ? Why’s she wearing a cape ?  ❜

❛  I just got a dog.  ❜

❛  I feel like people who rescue dogs are very mouthy about it.  ❜

❛  He would’ve been dead in a ditch ! Then I came along. I’m his savior.  ❜

❛  I feel like you’re kind of taking advantage of the fact that your pet can’t talk.  ❜

❛  I wish I could text my dog.  ❜

❛  It is so irritating to me that I can text everyone in my life that I love except my dog.  ❜

❛  What are you doing little cutie ?  ❜

❛  Sniff peoples butts !  ❜

❛  Dude, that’s more your thing, that’s not something I do.  ❜

❛  Oh, sorry ! I can’t read your mind at all times ! I’m just trying to help out.  ❜

❛  You’re looking at my life through the prism of your own experience ! that’s like fucked up.  ❜

❛  Try to go outside, it’s so fucking cool out there !  ❜

❛  There is shit you can see that no one else can see (name).  ❜

❛  Dude, fuck you !  ❜

❛  We trained him to always sit but on the fifteenth command. I think he’s able to count it out in his head.  ❜

❛  Yes, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.  ❜

❛  You learn a lot about people from how they are with their dogs.  ❜

❛  Please reconsider all your friendships, that’s not what friendly looks like !  ❜

❛  I’m so insecure I will just start to accept whatever they say.  ❜

❛  I once was on the freeway and I saw an old man driving on the shoulder of the road, but he was going like 80 miles per hour and driving so confidently that I was just like ‘ that’s a lane ! ’  ❜

❛  Have you been crying ?  ❜

❛  I’m hot, this is my world.  ❜

❛  One year, as a child, for Halloween I was an old man.  ❜

❛  Let’s do this ! I am the shit !  ❜

❛  Super hot girls don’t understand regular girl’s lives.  ❜

❛  Alright well I haven’t heard from him in five months.  ❜

❛  Thanks for the hot tip.  ❜

❛  I’m just saying when I get super dolled up the best I can hope for is someone thinking ‘ oh, maybe she’s a philanthropist ! ’  ❜

❛  You don’t have to do this.  ❜ 

❛  You don’t have to turn yourself into a punchline.  ❜

❛  You don’t have to turn all of your feeling into jokes.  ❜

❛  That’s cool, you’re beautiful, great.  ❜

❛  I’m always just so floored by their realness.  ❜

❛  It’s so inspiring, to be so vulnerable with society.  ❜

❛  Some brave women are mustering up all their courage and they will post a photo onto the internet in which they are wearing no makeup whatsoever.  ❜

❛  Your bravery is unparalleled !  ❜

❛  Please check your DMs.  ❜

❛  Partial credit.  ❜

❛  It’s a thirst trap, it’s a trick.  ❜

❛  I actually think you look better without makeup.  ❜

❛  Thank you, thank you. mission accomplished, thank you.  ❜

❛  If you really want to piss off a like a model-hot girl, just go into her social media and find a photo where she just looks smoking hot and you’re just a regular girl, go into her comments and be like ‘ people say I look just like you ! ’  ❜

❛  You know that women botox their armpits ?  ❜

❛  Because why would you, you know, as a human ?  ❜

❛  Is that a good trade ? Kind of a deal with the devil.  ❜

❛  She is so fucking hot. Her armpits are bone-fucking-dry ! just like I always dreamed of !  ❜

❛  I’m so drawn to you but I can’t get near you.  ❜

❛  This is a whole new kind of juicy booty !  ❜

❛  He’s a surfer. That’s his profession.  ❜

❛  Why just because you go onto the ocean on a thingy do you have a dialect ?  ❜

❛  I don’t know, I’m old !  ❜

❛  Huh. My god. I haven’t been here in 128 years. Ain’t nothing changed. My god.  ❜

❛  Do you think it’s worse to wear a fedora or kill 15 people ? be honest.  ❜

❛  When you guys stomp, do your balls wiggle ?  ❜

❛  Why not just unzip your pants, pull your balls out and walk around town banging pots and pans. That’s a DIY motorcycle.  ❜

❛  I’ve sat next to multiple guys in Daniel Day-Lewis movies where they’re just crying silently the whole time.  ❜

❛  It’s like I’m watching a poem for men.  ❜

❛  What if I was that masculine ? What if I had greasy black hair and was incoherent.  ❜

[seenashwrite]

Fic Writer Interview Thingy.

I was tagged by the awesomesauce @waywardjoy who knows I hate chains but also knows that my love for talking about myself [humbly] will win out every damn time. Writers I can think of off the top o’ my head are tagged below [minus Joy, who’s already done it], if y’all wanna throw this in your hopper as a standby post. Good Qs, all!

1. What inspires your work most? (The show it is based on, the actor who portrays a certain character, maybe the character itself? It could even be an experience.)

What appears on screen & the words in the script are the primary sources. Secondary sources would be what the writers/showrunner/actors say in interviews or whatnot. [I say secondary because their intent may’ve been way different, but that doesn’t matter, the end product is what it is.]

2. What is your favorite fandom to write for?

Well, I’ve stuck with SPN for a year of prep time and [as of last month!] a year of writing weekly about it [minus recent zombieitis delay ::sigh::] so we’ll give it the crown. It’s a challenging exercise, writing around someone else’s creation(s) with the goal of accuracy in portrayal/plot integration. I dig it. 

3. Which perspective do you prefer writing in? (First-person, second-person, third-person)

First & third; second works my nerves both to read & to write. 

4. Do you prefer writing reader fics or OCs?

Both, if one considers first-person to be “reader insert”.  I’ve said elsewhere I wish the whole “Y/N” thing should die in a tire fire, it is incredibly distracting. If a reader’s pretending this is them & are willing to accept traits described that aren’t actually, y’know, them, then why not just write in first person? It confuzzles me, though I ain’t dying on that hill. So, if a Nash Tale is written in first-person, y’all go on & mentally insert “Y/N” if that’s what turns your crank. [I will say, major kudos to whomever developed the name replacer add-on, I have had many laughs inputting things like “Smegma” and “Your Mom” on more than one occasion]

5. Do you prefer writing longer works or one shots?

See, now, I think a one-and-done can be a long mammajammer. If this Q means more like drabbles, well.... Those more often than not seem to devolve into longer journeys than I originally intended, but I’m starting to amass a tidy little pile of quickies. 

6. Do you take requests?

Eh. Sure. Depends on the subject matter, though - I’d make a list of stuff I won’t do, but I don’t get enough requests for it to matter. I any event, I’d make no promises for when I’d finish it. For now, I’d prefer to send out the call if I wanted peeps to send ‘em in vs. unsoliciteds. But hell, if it’s a killer idea & you know my style & think I’d do it justice? Bring it on. 

7. Do you enjoy getting random Asks?

---> Dear Nash  <---

8. What inspires the names for OCs (or extra character names) in your works? Do you pick them from real life or just select them at random? A mix?

This required major thinking cap & cooked my noodle... Well, when I do name them; I often don’t. ;)  Honestly, it’s just what fits - does it jibe with the rest of their family’s names? With the setting? The time period? [my hatiest-hate for seeing crazily spelled, “modern” names in families with names like, say, I dunno, Henry and John and Mary and Samuel and Dean and Sam knows no bounds; triple-score if it’s set in the past and they’re named Mickayeluh ::eye roll::] Long story short: yes, I put thought into it, and yes, sometimes I associate it with people I know/am acquainted with/aware of who happen to have things in common with the character. 

9. If your story(ies) have OCs, are their appearances based on real people or celebrities? If so, who?

[Sorry, this tickled me, and I can’t not.... :::whispers:::: Celebrities *are* real people... my assumption is O.P. meant persons writer knows vs. celebs]

In my mind, they may be based in/on celebs, but I don’t wanna trample on reader imagination. I’ve ponied up a couple names/images to peeps off-the-books/off-site regarding Andrew, Mose & Jane in Top of the World, and the midwife & Burt in The Midwife, and the agent in The Lore You Know. I think that’s all. So if ya wanna know, hey, okay, holler & I’ll tell you what’s in my mind’s eye.

Specifically in cases of something that can be reader insert - and I’ve talked about this elsewhere - I make a conscious effort to not pigeonhole the reader so they can actually imagine themselves as the protagonist. If I mention specifics - such as hair length, or height for instance - there’s a reason for the plot or for the character arc as related to the plot. People can/will typically let a couple middle-of-the-road things go & still be able to picture themselves. I don’t describe skin color or eye shape or whatever, because life’s a crayon box & pictures that are drawn in only one hue/range are bone-achingly boring. 

I don’t want/need a cookie for that; it takes minimal effort on my part to execute but gives a maximum enjoyment for persons who aren’t 22-year-old lily white Barbie dolls with flowing blonde hair or buxom brunettes with legs for days, et al, while still allowing the rest to picture themselves without missing out on anything. So, y’know, why wouldn’t I? I try not to waste time describing anything at length that has no bearing on the plot, and that includes character appearance.  /rant

Jane is the most I’ve described, and even then I’m kinda slow-playing it vs. a big ol’ chunk of tips-to-toes details. For her, it’s more about the family members she favors, in both looks & mannerisms, but she’s got plenty of her own quirks.       

10. How long have you been writing fanfiction?

I got roped into writing 2 lil’ “Smallville” things a bazillionty years ago, I actually found them on FFnet awhile back & they aren’t terribly bad, I’m surprised to say. But as far as digging in hardcore? Like I say - R&D started a little over 2 years ago, I think, and last month was the 1 year anniversary of Top of the World. Which was meant to be an exercise for me & a damn gesture for a friend. And was the only thing I planned on writing.  #famous last words

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Batfam Content War: Halloween week edition: Second Prompt Celebration

(S/I OC reincarnation into a female Dami thingy no one asked for because why not, who has psychic powers for no reason, and in first person because I felt like it. Steph seems like the only one celebrating here, if only a little, but that’s just because of when I placed this)

“Brown... why, exactly, are you and my sister in my bedroom?” I ask, despite already knowing why, hearing it from her own mind. I’m still not used to that, even though I have had said ability for all of this life. Plus Cassandra’s mind just feels strange in comparison to other people’s.

Being reborn, biologically at least, as a girl was strange. Being reborn as a female version of a male fictional character was stranger. Being reborn as a female Damian Al Ghul Wayne, having to deal with all the shit Ra’s, Talia, and the entire League of Assassins put me through, on top of somehow being born with psychic abilities that the real Damian didn’t have? Yeah, that took some getting used to. Also, long hair- I always wanted long hair, but it was curly and I was bad at caring for it and- anyway. I sorta decided since I wasn’t even remotely comic book Damian, I wouldn’t try to be, although it turns out some of those traits were... uh, “trained” into him... and thus me.... there may of been a whip involved... yeah.... still having trouble trying to call people by their first names when not in mask, real or a figurative one for the public eye... it’s a work in progress. On the plus side, my relationships with people are better than they were for Real Damian at the beginning! Plus I sort of made friends with Ivy and Harley, which is nice. OH, remind me to tell you about that time with Mad Hatter- rambling while getting off topic, right, sorry, habit from my past life that decided to stick around.

Weirdly enough, being a girl did not stop the “heretic” from being a dude... or from killing me for that matter. I have to tell you, a sword through the gut is a REALLY painful way to die. I though I would either go to the afterlife or reincarnate again, or at the very least go through what happened in the comics with my body being taken to Alpaca...Apolka... ah, screw it, DarseidLand™, planet and home of those happily enslaved, but I actually ended up as a ghost, and just sorta haunted everyone for a bit before they brought me back by Zattana and Martian Manhunter. I kinda think I remember that happening to Harley Quinn in one comic I heard of... don’t quite remember...

Right, anyway, the timeline I’m in is sorta a mesh of post crisis, new 52 and rebirth, or at least I think it is. Most of what I know of the comics are from wikis, fanfics, tumblr and youtube, so... Wait, none of this has to do with why Stephanie in my room! Well, and Cass, but she’s a ninja and she’s not saying anything yet. All she is doing is watching me- worriedly. Ah, good, she knows what I’m feeling.

“Well, you got brought back from being all ghosty just a few weeks before Halloween! Plus there’s a costume ball a week before that, so I decided that Cass and I would help you get costumes for both of them!” Steph replied cheerfully. “So, what do you think about one of your costumes being a fairy princess?” Now, here’s the thing. I like Steph, I really truly do. She’s practically as much of a sister to me as Cass, and she gives great hugs- did I mention I’m a huggy person? Another difference from Real Damian- but... Okay, let me be blunt. There are times she does not seem to realize I am a living person and not a dress up doll. Don’t get me wrong, some dresses are actually as comfy as I previously wondered if they would be, but I don’t want to wear one ALL the time, and since I remember my past life, wearing make up is just... weird and somewhat uncomfortable, and while I have put up with it before for the sake of bonding, I’m just.... tired. Since I came back to life (again) all I could remember was my deaths- yes plural- over and over again. My first death, then several I forgot about that simply led to being tossed into the laz pit, as well as my latest and most violent. Cass seems to understand my plight, and goes to reign her friend in, but I speak up before she could do more than grab Steph’s shoulder.

“As you said, Brown... I just got brought back from the dead. Both of those things you say I need costumes for involve pretending to be happy and okay when I’m not even capable of pretending to be.“ As I say this, she winces, as if she didn’t think of that- she probably didn’t, really. Most likely just thought “oh, Dami’s alive and it’s halloween, let’s give her a childhood stable even though she just came back from the freaking dead!” or something like that- and the glass of water on my nightstand shattered at some point. Wait, maybe THAT is why she winced... I feel the frown on my face turn into more of an annoyed pout than anything else while I psychically lift what shards I could see. I’d hate for Titus or Jasper (So I named the cat after one of my cats from my previous life  instead of after the omniscient butler, sue me!) to step on it... the water would have to be cleaned up by hand though, I’m bad with hyrdokinises.

“Okay, how about this then... we all get costumes, your brothers included, AND either get a bunch of candy, or have Alfred make us some treats, and we stay up and have a movie night wearing halloween costumes?” Steph tries again as Cass takes my garbage can out of under my desk and holds it so I can put the shards into it. “... aaand we can have cheesecake!”

Darn her for knowing my weaknesses. “... Can I pick the movies?”

She gets off my Hello Kitty themed bed- why are you looking at me like that! Hello Kitty is a cat, and I just happen to like animals is all! It totally has nothing to do with trying to live out my own Damian headcanons or anything like that!- and pets me on the head “Sure you can, kiddo! Oh, and literally everyone knows about your so called “cheesecake weakness”. You keep making it when you stress bake and you offered at least one slice to everyone you know.”

... stupid psychic powers acting out when I’m stressed.

(that got a little bad there, don’t think I can extend it further without derailing, but I’m tired and also working on a college paper so whatever, this is going to have to do. I’ll post it on fanfiction either later or tomorrow or something)