#happy new year btw gang :3

[puppyrelp]

tysm @kirbythesixth for c0mmissioning me!!! :DDD

[ashtxrie]

submitted 11:59 pm

— alternatively, enhypen maknaes as your typical high school crush!

PAIR. high school! enhypen maknaes x gn!reader (rest under cut) GENRE. fluff, high school au, bullet points WORD COUNT. 1.8k total HYUNG LINE VER.

김선우 — kim sunoo

candy hearts, spotify playlists, good morning texts, easy laughter, crescent smiles

in high school, sunoo's known as being super friendly and sociable

and because of that, he has a ton of friends

like he basically knows everyone

you and sunoo have definitely talked before, and you may have had a teensy tiny crush on him from your... downward of five interactions

he's kind of like your hallway crush!

however, you DON'T know that he has had a crush on you for FOREVER

like a MASSIVE one! SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL

and his friends are SICK AND TIRED of hearing about it

man's dedicated because he really saw you in every single one of your phases and STILL decides to like you. he's a real one

he's so whipped like he's hitting up the group chat (named "en- gang" by riki btw) at 1 in the morning being like

"GUESS WHAT?!!! she smiled at me today ☺️ i forgot to tell you all"

everyone is so done

"did you talk to her though"

"NO. i'm getting there"

"all you did was make eye contact for the past month be srs rn"

so one day jay and jungwon (your mutual friends), who were in the same english class as you both, were feeling DEVIOUS

it was the fall semester final project, and it was supposed to be worked on in teams of 2 to 3

"bro you are NOT working on it with us the love of your life is literally RIGHT there"

jay and jungwon took matters into their own hands and forcefully excluded sunoo ("you guys are so fake")

so now, with no other option, he had to approach you!

"do you have a group already? if not, we could work together?"

wait wtf he didn't say that

hey....

it was YOU???

you approached him first??? he was SHOCKED

tried to play it cool but his smile gave away how happy he was

"yes!!!! let's work together!!!!! :)"

the project actually went so well he has literally never been happier typing away on that document every night

updates the group chat periodically too

"when we were working on the google doc at 2 am in the morning our cursors went over each other’s & it was like we were holding hands :>>"

"how do i unsubscribe"

"you're just mad because you've never been in love <333"

secretly sunoo's thanking his friends though because now you guys are basically close friends!

while doing the project together you started talking about school, friends, life, and everything in between

talking with you just seemed so natural, and sunoo wonders why he was so afraid of it before

i'd like to think that with you, sunoo doesn't feel the need to always put on the bubbly and outgoing side of him

sometimes, he can just be quiet and calm sunoo with you, and the silence feels so comfortable and safe

you start hanging out more and more, and soon you've met so many people through sunoo that they think of you whenever they think of him too

it's like a package deal!

throughout this time he's still madly in love with you btw

he just wants to take things slow! he didn't want to scare you away or anything

and yes, the gc is STILL getting their daily sunooyn Down Bad News Network

"today during lunch she gave me a yakult bottle, i think she’s starting to like me back! :D"

he does Not know you've liked him all this time

the mutual pining is crazy

he (finally) confesses after a whole YEAR

he's super nervous about it, has possible plan b's scripted and sat through 30 minutes of youtube subliminal audios the day before for extra good luck

after he says his whole heartfelt confession, he gives you this handwritten letter with all of his favorite moments with you in the past year, complete with spotify codes next to each one that links to a specific song he thought of at the time

you teared up a bit because oh my gosh it was so cute he was so cute and your heart just melted

you told him you've liked him since forever too and he was FLABBERGASTED

you both also reveal that you've BOTH had hidden spotify playlists dedicated for each other???

let's just say that even years later, the 'en- gang' group chat would NEVER let sunoo live down his digital footprint

양정원 — yang jungwon

strawberries, honors classes, coming of age, familiarity, inside jokes, paper rings

your childhood best friend

who just so happens to also be mr student council president, king of extracurriculars, resident academic powerhouse

and also a LITTLE SHIT about it

since elementary school, you've got some friendly (and not-so-friendly) rivalry going on

"we both know who’s going to get the higher score for this chem final” 

“yeah, and it’s going to be me”

“NAH” 

but the drive you get from the competition is really what brought you guys together

it's what keeps you motivated, it's what keeps you going

and he's funny! (though you'd never admit it)

because yes, you're both trying to beat each other for the top spot in class rank

but you also get each other

you've been study buddies since the beginning of time, and he keeps the two of you accountable

sometimes he's TOO responsible

"jungwon don't let the pomodoro timer dictate you life can we PLEASE take a snack break right nowww"

"we literally did that FIVE MINUTES AGO"

outside of studying he's really chill though

one summer he started to get really into alchemy of souls and you binged the series twice together, effectively destroying both of your sleep schedules right before school started

he just loves existing in the same space as you tbh

definitely loves calling you for hours during the school year, whether to review for an upcoming exam or to just have the two of you do your own things while connected on the phone

it's pretty common for the two of you to fall asleep while on call with one another

late night yapping sessions (hello??? his weverse addiction??)

he feels like he can just let his responsibilities go and you're the only person who really understands him and everything he does and why he does it

lowkey.... he also just wants to make you proud :(

he was so happy that one time you offhandedly mentioned how you've seen and appreciated all the hard work he was putting in for one of the school events

when he eventually confessed to you, everything just made sense

like the way your eyes always lingered on his bright smile when he showed up on your doorstep at the crack of dawn

and how even when you tease each other, you never miss how he would reach for your hand with his own before retracting it hurriedly as if changing his mind

now, oh he just makes you feel so loved

texts you at random times of the day just because, sending you the most random images and captioning them with "us"

he's still got the silliness in him though!

"i want to try every strawberry with chocolate combination with you <333"

西村力 — nishimura riki

neon lights, school dances, sunglasses, finger guns, playful banter, shared hoodies

honestly he's just at school for the vibes

however, he DID take homecoming very seriously

with one goal in mind: to DOMINATE the dance floor

and dominate he did.

he partied in the USA so hard that by the end of the night, everyone was talking about that freshman who left everyone speechless at a HIGH SCHOOL DANCE

among those witnesses of how riki out-danced the entire school population, were you

and you thought he was literally the coolest person ever

fast forward two years, and you're a junior now

it's all good! you've definitely outgrown your month-long admiration of the Guy From Hoco

but yo what guess who sits right next to your seat in class???

it's the Guy From Hoco himself

honestly, you're a pretty chill person so you turned to him and were like "hey aren't you that guy that got famous back during hoco freshman year?"

but now? he’s EMBARRASSED to admit it

"oh uhhh that wasn't me haha"

boy bffr you would know his face anywhere

you kind of gave him a questioning look and shrugged

"oh well, i thought it was really cool though"

he instantly backtracks, because you thought it was cool and NOT an aura loss????

"wait i think i remember now haha that WAS me!!!"

you guys match energy so well tbh

he started to catch feelings for you because of how funny you were and how you two just clicked, but he was stuck in denial FOREVER

"I DON'T CHASE I ATTRACT" (desperate)

heeseung also tried to give him "rizz counseling" but that just ended up with them both saying "mb gang" at everything

which was..... not very rizzy!

you had convinced him to audition for the competition dance team at your school, which he obviously made

he texted you the day he got in too, typing in all caps in everything which he NEVER does

"why would you scream about things in caps lock when you can be cool and nonchalant" YEAH SURE RIKI

updated all his social media bios to @[school]varsitydanceteam the moment he got the acceptance notif

“[name] is my instagram bio tuff”

“WHY ARE U ALR PUTTING IT IN YOUR BIO"

"because i’m committed and it lets them know i’m part of a professional community"

(heeseung told him that it would show his commitment to the sport and thus his potential to commit to you.)

at this point, riki was ready to fire heeseung and switch to jake as his ghostwriter 💀

but little did he know, you started liking him too once you saw how genuinely hardworking he was when he has a goal

like those hours he spent on call with you asking if you thought this one move was clean enough?? he really put in his all (he also wanted to impress you)

you kind of had the idea that he liked you back, because let's be honest he was being a bit obvious about it

the way he almost choked when you hugged him congratulations??? he looked DAZED for a whole hour

you had to confess to riki because his heejake rizz courses consisted mainly of heeseung and jake arguing about whose approach was better

even when you two became a couple, you still had teasing as a love language LMAO

"HAHA 🫵🫵 YOU'RE SO SHORT i still love you though <3"

it's just how he shows his love, but he also loves draping his arm across your shoulders when walking around

made sure to emphasize to heeseung and jake that this was all his doing and they did not help him at ALL

but let's be real, YOU were the rizziest of them all

and riki agrees <3

TAGLIST : @star-sim @boyfiejay @jlheon @jwsdoll @dimplewonie @suneng @en-gelic @mygnolia @asteria-wood

[2demondogs]

With Chrismas around the corner (not really but basically), i would love an Arthur x GN!reader where Arthur proposes to reader for Chrismas and they obviously say yes because, well, it's Arthur, who wouldn't?

Anon did you read my mind. I was just thinking about proposal fics when you sent this ask because I have yet to stumble on one somehow... I'm sorry this took forever btw T-T

Shoutout to my platonic boyfriend for helping me with ideas because I got writer's block <3

Words: 3k oh my good lord Tags: canon divergence (it's just people leaving the gang a chapter early), Arthur does not have tuberculosis, INSTANT spoilers for character death, cheesy shit

It's been too long, you're realizing, since holidays like Christmas felt like special things. There is a double-edged feel to this one — it is the first since Hosea's death, since leaving the gang — but it is the first, in a very long time, that you've spent in the so-called right way: in a warm house with four solid walls and someone you love, how those fanciful books Mary-Beth used to talk your ear off about always wrote.

The house is warm enough, anyways.

There's work that needs done on the cabin. Some of the wood is rotting out and chipped at the corners, forming into sharp splinters that you've brushed against one too many times, but it is a house. You haven't had this pleasure since before joining the gang.

Sometimes, with how content Arthur seems at baseline, you wonder if he's had this pleasure since early childhood. On quieter evenings, ones less reserved for happiness than this one, there has been clipped discussion about how Arthur has never had domesticity like this. Silently, it was an admission of how good it is to share this freshness with you.

During a ride into town, he'd admitted that he had never picked up painting because it was the sort of thing only steady folks got to enjoy. You'd gotten him a set of oil paints when no one was looking — he's worth much more than a few measly dollars, but that means little if you haven't got them to begin with. Some habits die hard; he was happy you remembered what he'd said only a few hours before.

Come the new year, Arthur plans to find work that will pay. New things are a luxury neither of you care much to indulge in, but the repairs will take lumber and maybe a few extra hands. Ones with more expertise, at least, because Arthur's houses usually have not had foundations.

You could simply move now that time has passed, yes. You could find somewhere much farther away, maybe even New York, and pack yourselves in alongside the other sardines bustling about a city, undetectable in uniformity. Shave beards, got jobs, change clothes, cut hair and color it, too, if paranoia strikes— but keeping low to the ground has worked itself out so far, and there is no more of that deathlike stagnation in the air of this place.

Sentimentally, you think this Christmas will seal off whatever makes this cabin yours. Shadows linger, there's been a few odd creaks that've spooked the horses, and maybe it's going to shit a lot quicker than either of you want to admit, but it's your shit-house and the shared stubbornness between you has always brought you nothing but closer to one another.

Arthur is tired of running, and so are you. Last week, he talked about writing to Mary-Beth and Simon, maybe checking if Kieran — the utterance of the man's proper name was a confirmation of the last of that stockholmlike regret having worked out of his system — had broken and followed his little girlfriend. It wasn't said with malice, just some amusement.

"Why do you think he would?" You'd asked.

"Dutch only saves people who don't ask for it," he'd said, and that wistful look in his eyes vanished before you could ask what it meant.

Maybe it's the hard work that makes it feel like a real, true holiday. Pearson and Grimshaw stopped working everyone harder in the winter over the years, once the familial glamour faded with each new addition to the gang. It was no longer a tight-knit group, but a posse, more or less, of runaways and strays all against a big, evil thing like the rest of the world, or whatever it was that Dutch grew to fear.

Since November, Arthur has been saving the best catches to be salted and stored for Christmas dinner. Each addition is cleaner skinned and cut than the last, and the newfound worst of them ended up being ate upon his return from hunting. You've both been saving back herbs since summer, dried and ready to be crumbled into the heated up pot come time for a real feast. Cornbread was made by hand for the first time since you settled down here, drizzled with honey from the general store a ways out.

The latter was Arthur's only specific request for a fancy dinner. If you hadn't gotten him a single gift save for making it, he'd still be happy as a clam.

He's been putting that goddamned honey on everything. You're glad he seems to be enjoying things again, not as tightstrung as he was before you'd made off with him. That's how it feels, anyways, after the long and struggling conversations that were had before the decision was made. Family or life? It's a hard question for someone who has such little concept of either.

Now, the grey hair in his beard is catching the light from the fireplace where he's sat himself on a chair before it. They'd sprouted through the sun-bleached blond atop his head has been looking lighter and lighter in recent months, grey finally catching up to the discoloration and giving him some malcolored sort of tabby look. It's a good one on him, as much as he complains about looking old as dirt and that it's all formed by stress.

For all the lacking color, it adds a ruddy warmth to his face. Daydreams of growing old together find you when you focus on it, or on his wheezing laugh that's gotten worse with the cold weather. Despite the woolen vest he's been sporting, his fingers are as chilled as yours whenever they've brushed. Idly, you wonder if he's gotten whatever Hosea grew into, then remember they were never by blood.

Arthur hadn't wanted you to get him any gifts. When you asked if he would get you something, he'd flushed and changed his mind, apparently already having done it.

Whatever it is, it's good-sized, wrapped in one of the dustcloths you'd gotten him alongside the paints. He's been spending more time painting, lately, tucked in the treeline and looking over the cabin or deeper into the woods, studying something plein air the way those professionals do. He'd propped it against the wall this morning, and once you've settled on the floor before the fireplace — too cold outside not to crowd close to it — after dinner, he looks between you and the cloth like he isn't sure what to do.

"D'you wanna do the honors?" He asks, and grins although the twitch of his eye tells you he's covering timidity with faux cockiness.

"You go ahead," you say, half because he's closer. Tormenting him in small ways must be part of any good gift.

The painting is an image you recognize. A photo that one of the girls took for you months before things went down the hole, using the camera Arthur was loaned by some feller in town who wanted photos taken for a book. He never returned it, and it more or less became something he tucked beneath his cot and let the elements beat around. You can't remember, now, who it was or where he went to get it developed.

The little inkling of pride you felt knowing he kept putting off getting the negatives developed — not enough money, not enough time — yet was gone the next morning to have yours developed returns, now.

It's a much nicer rendition of it, your clothes not dirty and his arm around your waist, the other holding his hat to his chest. It's clear he preferred to give your portrait more detail, his own lagging somewhere behind in clarity and looking closer to the photo. You suppose it's easier to look at someone besides himself, but there's a clearer enjoyment in the lines of you, more care taken in the color mixes.

Ignoring the dense joy of the implications of that, of how obvious it is, proves difficult. Your cheeks twinge some from the wide smile before you realize you're even reacting.

"You'll be a big name someday," you say, and he may as well shrink in on himself beneath the praise, although he's heard it plenty of times before.

"Naw," he waves a hand. "Quit that."

"Really, Arthur." Scooting closer, laying your hands over his knee. He's moving his jaw when your eyes meet his, lays a hand over one of yours, heavy and warm. "It's beautiful. I love it."

"Good," he says. His jaw clicks. "I— uh, I love you."

The hunting knife you got for him seems small, though relatively equal. Arthur looks as pleased as ever studying it, half-mumbling appraisals of yeah, nice and sharp, sturdy to himself that likely would've stayed inside his head, if it weren't for wanting to show you he liked it.

A bone handle, which he feels over with his fingers before noticing it's engraved, fits easy in his palm. You were afraid you push your luck with maintaining its quality too far adding the tiny, vague bear shape next to the deeper cut of his name. Already impressive was the fact that you hadn't ruined it with the letters, being one of your first expeditions into anything of the sort.

"I would've gotten you one of those folding knives," you explain. "But they don't hold up as well, and I know you have one."

The army knife was Hosea's.

"Needed me a new huntin' knife," Arthur says. You know, because he's complained about his current one being close to snapping with all the skinning he does anymore. He squints at the handle, turns it over in the light from the fire. "Did you engrave the handle?"

"Yessir."

He smiles. "It's real nice," he says, pats his palm with the blade softly. It makes a dull noise, sturdy metal on skin. "Why a bear?"

"They remind me of you," you admit. Really, you'd spent a long time considering what else to add, because only his name seemed so plain; although he wouldn't be opposed to flowers or vines, they are a little more intricate than a simplified bear head. "Big and strong. Hairy, too. I'd like to hug one."

He snorts a laugh, but it seems thin. His eyes are fond enough on you that it couldn't be any rejection of your words, and so you brush it off. "You wanna hug a bear?" He asks.

"In a perfect world," you amend. "Don't they look warm?"

"You'd better stick to me," he says, smooths a palm over the thigh of his jeans. The nicest pair he owns, he promised you, because he feels ridiculous in slacks and seems to think you care what he wears.

Beyond thinking everything looks well on him, at least. You often find yourself concerned with that thought.

"I got you somethin' else," Arthur starts, running a finger over the bunched inseam at his own knee. "Well, uh— it's f'both of us, really."

Isn't that intriguing, you think, but your silent, undivided attention seems to make him outright nervous, so you say: "Oh?"

Some conflict happens over his face as he pulls his vest collar away and reaches into the inner pocket, takes out a stack of thin papers that he glances over before apparently relenting to something. Confusion finds you, until he takes a deep breath and holds them towards you.

"Read these," is all he says, and he sounds like it's almost painful.

He's written much, much more than that. Your stomach turns, once or twice, realizing they are pages from his journal. Uncertain why, until the first entries which are skittering on affectionate fade into ones much more flowery. They are all about you, days you'd spent together or times you hadn't, the things you've given him over the years and the things he wished he could've given you.

Each page makes your chest feel tight with a panicked joy, as if his hands were not fiddling with the new knife to occupy — distract? — himself but clenching hard at your heart.

One, near the beginning, says he thought of pickin' a pretty lil' flower, God bless it, I feel ridiculous; on the back of the next is pressed a variegated tulip, crumbling with age but holding firm to whatever adhesive glues it to the paper. Again, that creeping smile, like thyme. Another entry is entirely about your hair, because it had brushed his arm. Only a few sentences made up that page, below the cursive a choppy sketch of your horse.

Certainly, Arthur stays busy in his head. You've always known as much, but never figured any of it was about you. Not like this, anyways, though the dates spread from the week before Blackwater and you can only wonder what laid in that journal he lost before.

"Oh, Arthur," you start, looking up from a third-way through, feeling giddy but not wanting him to watch you so intently while you finish them. No wonder he was shy. It's his heart. "You're so sweet."

"Finish readin' 'em," Arthur says, doesn't meet your eyes at first. When he does, they're gentle. "They get sweeter, y'know, better finish 'em. 'Cause of that."

He is nervous. Hardly moving, besides the tongue running over his teeth beneath his lips, and the rambling every time he opens his mouth. You don't mind, never have. He's endearing like this.

Outings you'd went on infrequently, the dates of his favorites underlined, you're noticing, based on the tone of his words in them; his worries and fears about courting you, and some of what you mean to him though, with its succinctness, you have a feeling he wouldn't dare put all of his genuine love to findable paper; things he likes about you, and one page where he admits that he cannot keep himself from documenting you in every other entry, which tells you this small collection is hardly everything. The previous entries turn over in your mind again, and you are struck on a random page for a moment as their meanings take hold, realizing they were especially sliced from his journal to show you.

The entries leading to the last are what set your mind and pulse ablaze. From the first appearance of the word marriage, you swallowed your idea of what may be coming — Arthur's breathing changing beside you doesn't help any, and it certainly does not help that he leans down once you've reached the last page, plucking it from your hands. Before he does, you notice quite a few crossed out lines, scribbles as if he were frustrated with not being able to find the right words.

"Think I've got the balls on me to read this one aloud, at the very least," he says, voice laced with a chuckle. Breath comes uneasy, but you collect yourself enough to gather the pages back into a neat, ordered stack in your lap. "Unless you'd rather spare me," he adds, nudges your knee with the toe of his shoe.

"No." Your voice sounds strange, even to you. "Do me the honors."

Arthur bites his cheek, nods and lets it fall as he smiles. Still, his hand finds the back of his neck, the page held between two fingers that remain surprisingly steady. The knife lingers in his hand beneath it, and isn't it just like him to propose holding a weapon.

Propose. It takes its first toll on you, rolls over your back in shards of tingling.

"December twenty-fifth, eighteen ninety-nine," he starts, eyes flicking to your face every other word until the intensity of your gaze must make him too anxious. "It's a nice little life, livin' with the one I love," — rubbing his mouth, sighing some — "Jesus, I always gotta be sappy." You laugh, though it comes out more forceful than you intended, and relax some until he continues. "The thought of another day where anythin' could happen 'n' we ain't bound is somethin' I hate."

Arthur pauses, stands up and places the journal entry on his chair. You take his hands when he holds them out to where you sit, grunting when he hauls you off the ground with more force than you expected, feet shuffling into place to stick all-too-close to his. His hands are burning, skin feverish when you grab his wrists, as if you'd ever want to stop him as he eases onto a knee before you.

And his eyes throw you off balance, too, catching the light just enough that you can tell they are stinging. So are your own, now that you think about it, but intelligent thoughts go out the window once you sense him about to speak.

"I wanna be 'til death do us part," Arthur confesses, fumbles to catch both of your hands in his in an awkward, squeezing hug of a hold.

The way your bones catch on one another, well— it's not a sensation you'll forget, like the first time he kissed you and you felt it still a week later, warm pressure on your mouth if you got too lost in the memory. He looks as good, looks so nice, and you know your fingers would be shaking if he weren't crowding them together, steady.

When he says your name, the blood is rushing through your ears too loud to hear it clearly; you almost want to ask him to do it again. "Will you marry me?"

Nodding, face slack before it spreads in a grin. "Yes," you say. "Of course I will."

His is hidden by how he lets go of your hands, catching them before they fall in stupid, limp joy back to your sides. He lays kisses along the knuckles, all three rows of them. It's so awfully saccharine and yet you could never tell him to quit being sweet— not now, not as he stumbles to his feet after you pull him up and shake off his hold to grab his face, tugging him into a kiss.

Arms come around your waist, squeeze tight enough to hurt, or to hold in place. Arthur runs a hand over your back, breaks the kiss to slide a hand into your hair and press your face to his chest, caging you in his arms. He smells warm, like good cologne, and you know he's been planning this.

[lazypapers]

dude... your art is absolutely gorgeous

mad respect the way you characterize the gang is so delicious even if its so painful half the time 💛

happy new year btw!! hopefully it goes better than Dutchs </3

Awww thank you! Yeah my year is way better than Dutch lol. Hopefully it stays that way and for everyone else too.

[dem0nguy]

Guys, guys I did a thing

I made another AU (someone needs to stop me)

Ok for context first, I recently got red dead redemption (absolutely love the game btw) and the first thing I thought of while playing it was “huh, so what if I put Sheriff and Shooter in there…”

And that brings us to present day, Mutant Busters Red Dead Redemption AU:

I’ll just start off with Sheriff bc, why not?

So Sheriff in rdr is a U.S. deputy marshal, and the Sheriff of a small county in New Austin. Everyone there just calls him Sheriff, but they do know his name is Jim.

His arm is actually fine in this AU, he doesn’t have any problems with it. But in undead nightmare he had to cut off his arm. (Reference to Bagel’s ZA! AU)

Sheriff has ancestors from Ireland (explaining his red hair), who moved to the U.S. bc of the economic opportunity there. He is routinely persecuted for his heritage (bc the U.S. hates immigrants.) But because he is a lawman, most people can’t do much besides insult him.

Ryan went missing years ago, and Sheriff initially set out to find him. But he didn’t get very far, and decided to settle down as a Sheriff to try and help the people that are still around.

Shooter is an infamous bounty hunter, he got his nickname because of how trigger happy he is. And doesn’t typically tell people (especially lawmen) his real name. He’s well known for how quickly and efficiently he deals with bounties. He typically kills the person he’s hunting, except on few occasions where he needs them alive.

He clears out bounties faster than they come in, annoying a lot of other bounty hunters. So he tends to travel from county to county, clearing out bounties and trying not to piss off too many people.

He’s gets a lot of money from these bounties, and usually spends it on gambling.

Shooter has ancestors from Japan, who left for America after Japan came out of isolation. He knows a little Japanese from his parents, but doesn’t use it often. He is also occasionally persecuted, but not as often as Sheriff.

Shooter was attacked by wolves years ago, which left him with a torn ear, blind eye, and scars across his face and left arm.

He jokingly flirts with Sheriff a lot, but gets incredibly flustered when Sheriff flirts back. (Also they fall in love, because I’m obsessed with these gays and take any opportunity to make them kiss/hj)

After a gang long thought to be dead comes out of hiding, Shooter decides to go after them. Sheriff, realizing this is the same gang he thought took his brother. Joins up with Shooter. But they quickly realize this gang has been planning something huge, and they can’t handle it all by themselves. So they seek out help from a local scientist and his kids (White, Vegan-Su, BP), and an opposing gang leader (Brutux).

The gang is lead by Wart and Verruca, and they’ve been holding Ryan captive for years trying to get information out of him. Their big plan is to set an attack on the bigger counties and try to drive out all the people so they can implement their own government.

I based both Sheriff and Shooter’s designs after aspects of John Marston, just for funsies.

I could see one interaction between Sheriff, Shooter, and Marston. Where Marston joins the two at a small campsite they set up, and they talk about how strangely similar they are. Then they probably send Marston on a side quest to get a gun or something for them.

Ight that’s all I got, I might expand on what would happen with them in rdr undead nightmare. But yeah :3

( @polarized-here some more things to think about in your free time :D)

[otomiyaa]

Top 23 of 2023

Top 23 of 2023 on Tumblr is out and it made me remember something....!!! For those who also remember, I started this game last year and I just thought it would be nice to do it again. For reference, my post is ofc long gone, but here's Mia's~~

Tagging: @ticklygiggles & Everyone who wants to do it lol

Part 1: Fandom Faves 

01. Favorite new fandoms of the year: Red, White & Royal Blue, Honkai Star Rail

02. Favorite new ships since this year: Henry x Alex (RWRB) Sampo x Gepard (HSR), Ballister x Ambrosius (Nimona)

03. Favorite anime/TV shows of the year: Atarashii Joushi wa Do Tennen, Our Flag Means Death Season 2, Niehime to Kemono no Ou

04. Favorite movies of the year: Red White and Royal Blue, Nimona

05. Favorite characters of the year: Furina!!!! (Genshin Impact), also Gepard Landau (Honkai Star Rail), Miguel O'Hara (Across the Spiderverse), and a big honorable mention to the Fontaine gang in Genshin Impact (especially Freminet and Neuvillette)!

06. Favorite soundtrack of the year: Genshin Impact - Fontaine soundtrack and the Our Flag Means Death Season 2 soundtrack

07. Favorite book/manga/comic of the year: The Work Love Balance manhwa, and RWRB which is older but I discovered it thanks to the movie coming out.

08. Favorite games of the year: Genshin Impact, still my fav^^

09. Highlight of this year to remember: Bowuigi trending as a ship.

Part 2: Community Review

10. Favorite Tumblr moments of 2023: Tickletober with the very own list Mia and I created, and even though it was a negative thing at first - getting swarmed with kind words from you guys after I lost my blog. I'm a mere humble person but you guys seriously made me feel a little important for a moment there ^///^

11. Favorite fan art of the year: Hard to say, but I'll say this sampard piece I got from Val baby for my bday, and this Ukatake commission by @dokidoki-muffin, this spiderdads commission by @giulscomix, and this Ittorou commission by @chibimochii have also stolen my heart!

And ofc all other commissions of this year (the bowuigi one fs;ijogij; and miguel one omggg, the pokemon commission so CUTE). And *wiggles fingers* I have more on the way....

12. Favorite fic of the year: Hard to say but I've been enjoying a lot of the Tickletober works specifically by @lovelynim and @ticklygiggles, and also this Nimona fic by @bambinella has become a fav, and all RWRB fics by @kourtniwritesagain!!!!! I still need to reblog them here.

13. Favorite ask game of the year: I can't remember which ones I played, but I remember there was a time I had reblogged "post your anonymous confessions" or something, and it resulted in the most interesting asks and conversations with you guys^^ I liked that.

14. My top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger: If I'll be around in a year, this won't be 'writer' but 'blogger', but for this one as a writer, it'll again be completing all 31 days of tickletober right on schedule despite a minor intervention.. :"D

15. My own best fic/post of the year: I have no idea! But if I ask AO3, it answers that my best fic of this year is my bowuigi fic mahahaha (based on kudos btw).

16. My most underappreciated fic/post of the year: Let's give that award to these 2 poor Tickletober fics (which I enjoyed writing a lot) that were not reblogged by anyone meaning they are no longer on Tumblr since my account loss:

Day 21: Horns/Fangs | Sariphi x Leonhart, King of Beasts (Niehime to Kemono no Ou) 

Day 23: Party | Momose x Shirosaki (Atarashii Joushi wa Do Tennen) 

17. A post of mine that got more popularity than expected: My comeback post! The comments, likes and even reblogs, I couldn't have ever imagined.

18. Something I changed on my blog since this year: You tell me 😂 No but besides the whole blog change, another change is that I got over my embarrassment and was brave enough to commission a couple of artists this year. Me and my money are now in a happy place!

Part 3: Next Year

19. Something I didn’t post this year but would like to do next year: A fic recommendations/faves post (from other writers). Wonder if I'll ever get to it, since my reading and fic reblogging is already not what I like it to be, meaning that every fic I reblog would probably belong on that list lol. But alright, I'd like to make a faves of the faves list then.

20. Goals for next year: Read more...!!! Read more books, more manga, more webtoons, more tickle fics. I love them, so I should read more! My truest ambition.

21. 2024 releases I look forward to the most: Every single update for Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail, and also: Spider-Man: Beyond the Spider-Verse, Inside Out 2, Deadpool 3, Venom 3, Kimi ni Todoke S3, and Beastars Final Season!

22. Something else I look forward to next year: Traveling to Japan with my boyfriend! Also: receiving more tickles cuz why not. And last but not least, seeing Taylor Swift live at the Eras Tour in Amsterdam!

Part 4: Spreading Love

23. Shoutouts to people who made my 2023 a better year: I know, and you might know, I didn't do so well last time since I tagged a bunch of friends but also forgot to mention some... not because I didn't care about them but because I am a flopper. So to prevent this embarrassment I won't mention any names this time.

I especially would like to thank everyone who is still around, who is reading this, who followed my new blog. To be honest, on my old blog I felt flattered to have so many followers but I was also aware it was the effect of being active for 7 years in a ton of fandoms, and that it didn't say anything about the accurate number of people appreciating what I was posting.

But to be at already almost 500 followers on this blog? Where I only post shit? Now that's a compliment I will gladly accept. Thank you to all of you for the support!

Last but not least, special shoutout to the friends I talk to on Discord sooo much now, you know who you are!

Question list for copy paste below!

Part 1: Fandom Faves 

01. Favorite new fandoms of the year

02. Favorite new ships since this year 

03. Favorite anime/TV shows of the year 

04. Favorite movies of the year

05. Favorite characters of the year

06. Favorite soundtrack of the year

07. Favorite book/manga/comic of the year

08. Favorite games of the year

09. Highlight of this year to remember

Part 2: Community Review

10. Favorite Tumblr moments of 2023

11. Favorite fan art of the year

12. Favorite fic of the year

13. Favorite ask game of the year

14. My top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger

15. My own best fic/post of the year

16. My most underappreciated fic/post of the year

17. A post of mine that got more popularity than expected

18. Something I changed on my blog since this year

Part 3: Next Year

19. Something I didn’t post this year but would like to do next year

20. Goals for next year

21. 2024 releases I look forward to the most

22. Something else I look forward to next year

Part 4: Spreading Love

23. Shoutouts to people who made my 2023 a better year

[yourlocalartsonist]

ROTTMNT Moths Fly In Packs Masterlist

“You are worth the work it takes to love you.”

Is what Salena was raised to believe. But after her mother mysteriously disappeared and father passed a year later, living with her aunt only provided conditional love (if you could even call it love). Same deal with the only two friends she made at school. Love is strangely hard to find, no matter how easily you give it.

But maybe all she needs is a change of pace? Some new faces, some new friends, some new adventures? Yeah, that'd be pretty nice! A fresh start on this tricky trail of love.

Who knew those new friends would be green, though, am I right?~

[Ask Box/Q&A Open :3]

Warning: This fanfic is not made for the faint of heart since it does deal with some heavy and traumatic topics. I add content warnings before every chapter so if it seems like something you can't safely handle, scroll past and find something else! No hard feelings :3

Thank you to @yosajaeofficial for being the Assistant, @urlocalmj and misfortun3_ismyname (on TikTok) for being the Beta Readers, and @chaoticspeedrun @ramblehour and @goldanrabbit for being the Plot Trackers!

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Arc I - They Love Me, They Love Me Not (9/14)

Setting our story up, nothing more I’m sure~

Arc II - Oh, Lilac! (0/30)

Fun wholesome happy times with the gang! Right?…

|To Be Continued|

You can also read it on ao3 btw~

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Character Roster Page

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✨Extras✨

Storms Create Stronger Bonds - @yosajaeofficial melted my heart fr

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[withoutcontxt]

Would you consider doing HCs for how VAT7K interacts with the Tangled crew?

(Absolutely love your hcs btw)

Oh boy, do I.

Tangled Crew loves their collective baby bro, and would die for him, but when he went off on a 2-3 year journey with almost NO COMMUNICATION back home. They are needless to say, very shocked when he, out of the blue, walks into the castle. And oh boy, he went through a life changing experience.

His hair is slightly singed, wearing clothing that he definitely didn’t own before (they were gone for 2-3 years, at some point team radical changed their clothing styles and now have similar looking clothes, still unique to them but similar), about 6 inches taller, with more friends (and a bf, but they don’t know that yet), no adult supervision, and without the very woman he went to go find . “Varian if you went on this journey to find, and if need to rescue, your mom, and bring her back. Where is she?” “Oh yeah, she turned into a demon and tried to kill us all. Don’t worry she’s gone now.” “She did what now?”

Varian did actually send letters, mainly to his dad, but most of them were intercepted by enemies or Don.

Rapunzel gets along well with Nuru, and before the younger girl has to go back to her kingdom they paint stars together and talk royal business.

Anytime Hugo and Eugene see each other, it is 👏 on 👏 sight. At least for the first week, after that Hugo keeps making piano jokes (that varian is giving him) and Eugene is tired.

Varian and Hugo both work as Royal Engineers and Librarians, with rotating days of who works where and what place is open for business.

Cass doesn’t trust any of Varian’s friends for the first 40 minutes she meets them, then Yong says hi to her and she’s like: Oh my god a child, must be protected at all costs.

Eugene is tired with a Hugo’s bs, but he makes a varian happy so it’s fine.

Rapunzel doesn’t understand any of the inside jokes any of them have. What’s this about Hugo’s mom once being apart of a gang?

Hugo and Varian REFUSE to tell them what actually happened in the library. The place is very important, useful, and they like their jobs there, but if Raps, Eugene, Cass, Quirin, Lance, or anyone else found out? Oh no, that place would be closed for good.

Raps likes Hugo, thinks he’s a good match for Varian. Unfortunately for her, and everyone else, she doesn’t know much about what happened in vat7k.

Since Varian’s letters never came, no one really knows what all happened during vat7k outside of team radical and few others.

Yong and Cass get along very well! Big sister and little brother vibes. They like to prank Varian, Eugene, and Hugo together.

Lance loves all of them equally <3 and will make favorite foods.

Hugo helps Eugene with teaching guards on how to catch thieves, since Eugene has been out of the game for a few years and it’s good to know what tricks are new and not.

When Varian comes back, Quirin absolutely starts telling his son more about his life. (I saw someone else have a hc like this but can’t find it, whoever came up with that is a genius)

Yong visits every month or two, and then proceeds to cause chaos with Varian and Hugo. After that, he knocks them both out so they can get some god forsaken sleep. The tangled crew have never been more grateful.

Nuru will also visit a lot (like Yong) and cause chaos with varigo.

If Nuru and Yong ever move into the castle, team radical would be thrilled. The tangled crew would only ever dread game night.

I have more headcannons, but their mainly varigo based. Otherwise this is all I can remember right now.

[hoperays-song]

Sing 1 Commentary and Review Pt. 4

Welcome back to the madness loves!!! Also, I tried to tone down the commentary so I get further in the movie this time. Is this an elaborate plan to distract me from my fic being with my beta reader? Yes! Am I using it for content? Also yes! Enjoy!

I'm gonna try to get through the rest of the movie in this one (I likely will not but will try)! - <3 Gooseless

Ps. TW for brief mentions of death and drowning as I do talk a bit about the theatre flood.

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Ok, I get this paper is calling Marcus a gang leader but his gang consists of his honorary brothers and his son... that's not a gang that's a family hangout. Also, unless the time between movies was a minimum five years, they didn't get charged at a gang so... yeah, that's really not a gang. It's a group! Not a gang.

Everyone take a moment and appreciate my eldest son. Hobbs, I love you. You deserve a raise.

I'm sure that this stage made of window panes is very stable. So stable, so structurally strong.

Mike looks like a squeaky toy here. Also, if Marcus's gang was actually a gang, you would think the bears would clock that their rival (or at least neighboring) gang's leader's kid is in the bloody room with them... on their territory.

Mike puntable moments counter: 30 (He nearly got everyone killed, this is fair)

You know Johnny... that super speed of yours from earlier would probably come in handy right about now. Just saying.

Eddie's definitely winning grandson of the year award for legit saving his grandmother's life right here by pushing her back when the balcony collapses.

The fact that they all survive this is amazing. Seriously, if Johnny wasn't here, they would have all literally died.

Also, I can't imagine this from the squids perspective. You all can breathe underwater and are now unable to help them people who are actively drowning. That's horror movie shit.

Johnny, I love you. The manners that are engrained into this boy I swear. He nearly just died and is now helping people up and checking that they're ok. He is the sweetest kid omg.

And again here! He's pushing Ash behind him to stop her from getting hit by debris while also moving towards Mrs. Crawly to do the same. This kid man, Marcus raised him right.

Mother and son. Just look at them. Mother and son.

What's really concerning her is that they live in an apartment building... did no one, not one single neighbor, call the fire department all day???

Ok now they're both sad and I'm even sadder.

...

Lance puntable moments counter: 30 (the music makes the anger stronger here)

Buster looks like me every morning at 6 am getting ready for classes here.

The 'Buster Stop Moping Brigade' has arrived!!!

Also, there's no way Rosita didn't check in on Johnny after the "I lost any chance of ever speaking to my dad again" line.

That is definitely Eddie's Uni shirt. It's huge on Buster.

Eddie also owns a skateboard and I do not believe he's ever ridden it once in his life. He definitely nearly gets dragged into a skating conversation with Johnny the first time the teen sees it but has no clue what he's talking about.

👏SUPPORTIVE👏BOYFRIEND👏OF👏THE👏YEAR👏PEOPLE👏

This random drawing in Rosita's house looks like her alien costume in Sing 2 btw.

ENGINEER ROSITA IS BACK!!!!!

Also, the whole rebuilding the stage scene is just adorable. Everyone's so happy and smiling and it's the first real moments we see them all act as troupe and it's just so sweet.

Johnny, sweetie... WHERE WERE THE SUPERPOWERS WHEN YOU NEEDED THEM?!?!?!

Oh great, the mouse is back.

Mike puntable moments counter: 32

Mrs. Crawly, ✨marketing mastermind✨.

Wait a second? Is this Mizuki? Ok new headcanon, this is Mizuki. She fell in love with the theatre when she say their first show so she applied as an intern.

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I did not finish this in four parts (I am... so sorry) but the next one will be the last!!

[valentinesparda]

eep omg so super duper cool to see another ai.tsf self shipper!! i love u date fans u warm my heart. please use this as an excuse to dump info about your insert lore or your feelings on the game(s) themselves especially with info you havent shared before!! donut be shy. have a great new year too!!!!!!!! :)

AAAAGH HI HELLO BOUNCING AROUND YOU LIKE A PUPPY!!!! i only know three other people who like ai !! date fans are almost always the coolest and funniest people you've ever met and know what they want in a man (wet and pathetic forever) and i respect the date fans. I'm not tooting my own horn btw I'm saying this for the people that will be reading this ask lol date fans are so silly. this is date btw for anyone who doesn't know what the fuck im rambling about

gushing about the game is basically impossible without spoiling everything because the mystery is REALLY SILLY but also really well written and laid out over time. the characters in the game are very lovable and I guess pretty realistically written, not from a realism standpoint but in how they react to any given thing in the storyline. they're varied and fun and have a lot of personality to each of them, and I would literally fucking kill for any of the main cast given the chance.

and the sequel!! the sequel is a little weak and a bit slippery and not as well put together in comparison to the first one, but it's still just as charming and you don't necessarily have to play the first game to understand what's going on - there are vague references to the lore in the first game, but it doesn't detract from the fact that this IS a new cast of characters, and i really appreciate the fact!! there's a lot going for it in terms of charm and personality, and the new characters seem to be a bit less whimsical and more grounded than in the first game (fucking looking at you tokiko shigure. holy shit)

i feel like I never do anything justice gushing about it because I will always forget something and then be like "fuck I forgor" and rush to add details so I'm just gonna leave my gushing about it at that lol

ANYWAYS!! UM. talking about my self insert under the cut :3

so. juniper is my self insert, they're from america and they moved to japan for reasons I haven't decided upon yet but they get a job at a local flower shop run by a very brash old lady whose family never come visit her and it turns out it's because she's in the middle of a yakuza turf war. the kumakura family bought out the basement space of her shop and had her under their thumb. juniper was just stupid enough to get involved in hopes to help the woman who keeps them fed, but there's no way to do that. juniper unfortunately has no choice but to cross paths with these men, but one in particular is more kind than the others, and has bought flowers from them on occasion - a specific type of iris :3c

the old woman dies shortly before the events of the first game and they've taken charge of the flower shop, and they've been meeting date upon happenstance every so often. because of the eventual discovery of the kumakura gang being affiliated with several suspects in the cyclops killings, juniper has become entangled in the case, and date actually has his reasons to suspect that jun has something to do with the case, which leads him to having to psynch with them at some point!! but they have a few other ties to the lore that could be considered heavy spoilers :)

juniper is besties with pewter!! he is their only friend for very specific reasons, and they spend time out drinking when he isn't on the job. they talk very vaguely about their crush on date and it takes pewter a whole long while to figure out that they're both talking about the other when he has to be subjected to it. he initially thinks "wow this is just like my doujins" when jun is first talking about meeting a very beautiful man at the flower shop who keeps coming around and they meet at strange times, and then it devolves into pewter going from that and happy for them to "oh you're fucking joking, THAT GUY??" when he learns it's been date the whole time

anyways. coughs. juniper has a big dumb crush on date but they go against most of his Types; i mean on top of not being a Busty Older Woman, they are a tiny nonbinary thembo and they're a bit of a punk; they've had some of their mentor's brash personality rub off on them, but they generally are fairly kind to people that come around, they just have to keep up that hard exterior to be seen as a big enough threat to the kumakura gang (moma has a bit of a crush on them but that would never come to fruition in the same way that the iris thing never did - mostly because jun is too stupid to notice that he likes them)

date likes them because of their pretty face and kind heart hidden behind their hard exterior - they're very tired of having to hold up a strong personality all the time for their safety, and simply want to make people happy with their flowers. they're sweet and a little clumsy and are kind of similar to iris and hitomi in several ways, but they're a little more um. rough around the edges and awkward i guess? not to mention their japanese still isn't completely perfect despite having lived in japan for as long as they have (over 6 years). so he finds it all endearing in a weird way but it does take a bit before he has the "ogh fuck" moment, because he's a bit superficial underneath it all

jun is suuuuper supportive of iris and is also a big fan of a-set !! they want to meet her in person at some point - and they do!! mizuki is like their adoptive daughter and eventually they do take on a parental role for her, specifically in the 6 years that date goes missing between games. ota is okay, jun and ota do not get along very well and most of that has to do with them competing for otaku of the group

umm that's about all I can wrack my brain for right now but umm thank you for sending me this ask and happy new year to you!! 💙💜💙💜

[funnywormz]

Alright so I’m curious what is red dwarf? All the stuff your reblogging seems interesting

it's a british tv show that started in the late 80s but the latest season came out in 2020! it's set in space and is generally just silly and fun but with more than a hint of melancholy to it...

it might be easiest if i just explain the series in my own words below the cut!

the series begins in the 23rd century, with dave lister and arnold rimmer as the main characters. lister is the lowest ranking member of the crew on the spaceship "red dwarf", and rimmer is his bunkmate and immediate superior (so the second lowest ranking lmao). they spend most of their time doing menial tasks on the ship and pissing each other off while still being buddies lol. rimmer has aspirations of being an officer one day and is pretty pedantic and obnoxious without any skills whatsoever to back it up. lister has no aspirations at all and just wants to bum around and have fun, although he does dream of living in fiji with his crush kochanski and starting a farm there.

after some time on planet leave, lister smuggles a pregnant cat he calls "frankenstein" back onto the ship with him (this is against regulation bc any animals are required to go into quarantine before being allowed on board). he gets found out pretty much straight away and put in stasis as punishment, with frankenstein being sealed in the ship's hold.

however, while lister is in stasis, rimmer fucks up a repair job on a drive plate in the ship and unintentionally releases a blast of deadly radiation, killing the crew and himself, except for lister bc he's in stasis, and frankenstein who is still in the hold.

the ship's computer holly keeps lister in stasis for 3 million years until the radiation on the red dwarf reaches safe levels, and then wakes him up. the red dwarf has strayed into the middle of nowhere and holly has gone Mildly Nuts which doesn't help with their new mission of getting back to earth.

holly also creates a hologrammatic version of lister's bunkmate rimmer to keep lister company and prevent him from going insane.

during the 3 million years lister was in stasis, the ancestors of his pet cat have been evolving in the hold and this evolution has culminated in a being simply referred to as "cat", who's basically just a human being with sharp teeth and cat-like tendencies lol.

lister, rimmer, holly and the cat are the original crew, but they also pick up a mechanoid named kryten who becomes part of the gang as well, and meet other characters along the way in later seasons. they also meet plenty of au versions of themselves and get into loads of Shenanigans lol

it's a very very fun series, some of the jokes have aged somewhat poorly but it holds up overall imo. it's also kinda sad and isolated at some points, bc during the 3 million years lister was gone then the human race has died out and it's basically just the small group of them alone out in space now. idk i just enjoy it a lot and ive become very attached to it very quickly.

it's also gay as hell unintentionally, and although nothing official ever comes of it there's definitely gay tension going on with lister and rimmer lol. also holly is canonically nonbinary/genderfluid, although it isn't put in those terms specifically, but they change between masculine and feminine appearances throughout the seasons. if canon lgbt rep is something you're looking for the series is kinda limited on that front, but if you're ok with stuff being more implied then it's a lot of fun imo

i would definitely recommend the series! like i said, some jokes have aged poorly and i would recommend being aware of that, but it's not much of a big deal. im a big fan of it and i would be so happy for more of my mutuals to get into it

^ this is the main gang btw! that's the cat in the pink suit, holly on the computer screen, lister in the leather jacket and the hat, kryten is the guy with the funny head standing behind him, and rimmer is the guy with the h on his head (h stands for hologram!)

^ ive already posted it here but here's one of my doodles of them <3

[stilespeters]

SALVATION (series)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

pairing: colin zabel x reader

words: 3501

A/N: sooo i had this idea in my head and I’ve written it out. I haven't written a lot the past year, but now that i joined the evan train, i thought: why not.

It's a crossover AU of mare of easttown and ahs cult, where Kai Anderson is the bad guy:) The first chapter is more of an introduction so im sorry if it’s a bit boring. Reader will meet Colin in the next chapter. If things go as planned, there will be around 12 chapters. I got 9 chapters planned out already. If the chapter is too long then I'll shorten it, feedback is always appreciated:)

Anyway, lmk if u like it. I have fun things planned. Otherwise it’s also fine. Happy new year btw!

summary: 7 years after the reign of terror caused by Kai Anderson, a detective is called to Brookfield Heights to solve a string of murders. In the meantime, a girl who struggles to find her place in the world, tries her best to move on from an incident that happened years ago.

warnings: description of violence, swearing

Part 1: the ice cream man

“This is the third one in two weeks.” Crime scene investigator Janssen explained to Detective Colin Zabel. They both looked at the crimson smiley face that stared back at them inside of a home in Brookfield Heights, Michigan. It was dark outside, and the red and blue hue of the police cars were lighting the room.

“Next door neighbors recalled hearing commotion at around 11 in the evening. The neighbors tried to call the victim’s cell phone, but there was no answer. They called the police at 12:13 who arrived at the scene at 12:34. They did a welfare check but no one opened the door. After calling for reinforcements and forcing their way in, they found the bodies of Marie Allen and Bernard Allen in the living room,” he explained. “The fibers on the chair indicated that Bernard was tied up before his death, which matches with the marks on his wrists. Marie’s neck was bruised and they both got stabbed in the chest. ”

“Any signs of forced entry?” Colin asked, but Janssen shook his head. “The front door was locked. The window on the second floor was open, but it’s impossible to reach, since there is no way to climb in from the outside. Another window on the first floor bathroom was open as well, but it only opened 10 inches. However, the door that leads to the backyard was ajar, and there were also footprints visible on the mud in the backyard.”

“Has the podiatrist examined it yet?”

“He’s on his way.” Janssen planted his hands on his hips as he analyzed the smiley on the wall again and narrowed his eyes. The nose of the smiley was smeared. “What kind of sick fuck do you have to be to finish what someone else started.” Colin raised his eyebrow.

“Started?”

“In 2016 the terror happened. Councilman Kai Anderson started a group called fear is truth. They wanted to spread fear amongst the residents of Brookfield Heights by leaving a mark; the smiley face. If it appeared in your home, it meant that you were next to be targeted by Kai, which meant you were next to get killed,” He continued. “They began their spree on October 11th. They killed 5 people in 3 months time, and they went on to kill another 4 people after that.”

Colin remembered hearing about it on the news. The man who confessed to 11 murders in total including a few of his own loyal followers, gave him chills along his spine. His charisma and intelligence made him menacing and when Colin saw him speak in a court video, it made him very uneasy. At first glance you wouldn't think he was a dangerous man.

“What stopped him eventually?” He inquired and Janssen stepped aside for a forensics photographer who wanted to get through.

“Kai and his gang targeted the wrong people. A teenager who was smoking upstairs set the house on fire whilst Kai and the others were busy killing her parents. She managed to stab one of Kai’s followers, and as he bled out, Kai left him for dead and shot him, but he managed to survive. After his recovery he demanded immunity if he were to rat out Kai and the rest. Turns out he had physical evidence of the crimes Kai and his group had committed. The surviving girl and the ex-member of Kai’s group testified against him and it was enough to lock him and his followers away for good.”

Colin felt bad for the girl. She must’ve been traumatized. She was only a teen at that time. Losing one parent is already hard enough, but losing both of your parents at the same time is something that must be devastating. Especially when it was at the hands of a sociopathic sadist.

“We did find traces of DNA,” Janssen said. “They’re running it through the database right now but it could take a while to find a match, probably 2 to 3 days.”

“Good,” Colin said and he looked at the smiley face again.

“You really think the people who did this are finishing what Kai started? Like some worshippers? They don’t look like amateurs to me.”

Janssen looked puzzled as he sucked his teeth.

“The man who got immunity for ratting out every one of the group might have left someone out, although that is not most likely. The profiler should be here soon, so he can answer your questions better than me.”

Colin nodded and Janssen looked outside. That’s when he saw a man pull up the crime scene tape. “Speak of the devil. I’ll be right back. The sooner it’s done the earlier I can go home to my wife.” He patted Colin’s back and walked to the front door.

Colin also wanted to go back to his motel room. He awoke 20 minutes prior, and immediately rushed to the crime scene.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn't exhausted, but he knew that this was a huge step up in his career. Plus, he already drunk a cup of coffee on the way to the crime scene, so he’ll manage.

Colin looked at the window and saw that a few people from the neighborhood were gathered at the other side of the pavement. He figured that it was best to see if they witnessed anything. He walked outside and a patrol officer pulled up the tape for him.

He approached an older woman who had a concerned look on her face. Her eyes were red and puffy and her glasses were pushed to the far end of her nose. It was obvious that she had just awoken, due to her bathrobe that was wrapped around her body, and she shivered.

“Hello ma'am, my name is Detective Colin Zabel,” Colin said and the woman frowned in worry.

“Oh lord, do I have to provide a statement or something? You people scare me, my husband used to be one of you. I live over there,” she pointed at the house around the corner. “I just woke up to loud noises outside and saw a bunch of people at Marie’s house.”

“It’s alright, I just want to ask a few questions,” he reassured.

“Did something bad happen to Marie? If there’s this many of you it must be bad, right? Is it the same person who killed a couple and an older couple a few weeks ago? The one who leaves those creepy paintings? I read it on the news.” Her voice was shaky and she pushed her glasses back up her nose bridge.

“We don’t know precisely, but we're doing everything we can to catch the person who did this. He won't get away, we’ll try and make sure no one else gets hurt.” She let out a sigh and she rubbed her forehead.

“I trust your word, youngman.”

She gave a weak smile, to which Colin grabbed a notebook and a pen from his pocket.

After Colin asked the woman several questions, she tried to answer them as best as possible. He tried to write the most useful information on the notepad, but the woman spoke really fast which made it hard for him to keep up.

“I remember hearing a car or something, was it at 10 pm, or was it 11pm? It could be between 10 and 11. I don’t know exactly-”

“-Grandma?” A voice interjected and Colin looked down to see a girl dressed in a pink pajama, rubbing her eyes while holding a teddy bear. Whilst Colin talked to the woman, he hadn't noticed a child coming up to them. “Adelaide honey, go back to bed.” She tried her best to not sound panicked but she couldn't help it. Her granddaughter shouldn't have to see a crime scene unfold.

“Is that the ice cream man?” The girl’s eyes studied Colin’s face and she smiled widely as she pointed at him. Colin couldn't help but smile back. A child's innocence was one of the purist things on earth. He often wished that they would keep their innocence forever and not get stained by the cruel world.

He crouched down to her height and his hands were on his thighs to hold him up.

“I’m a detective,” she frowned and he tried to explain it as best as possible. “My job is to make sure that the world is free of bad guys. I team up with an amazing team of heroes and together we make sure that the bad guys can't hurt anyone else.”

The girl’s frown faded quickly and turned into an even wider smile, and her eyes were filled with adoration. “I want to be a hero too, like you.” His heart melted as she spoke in glee.

The grandma placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders as she stood behind her, and she played with a few of the hairs that stuck out of her short ponytail.

Colin saw her yawn as she brought her teddy bear closer to her chest. He wanted to question other neighbors and he realized that he wasn't gonna get any more useful information from the woman so he wanted to leave them be. “It’s really late, Adelaide. It’s almost half past 2. Maybe it's best if you and your grandma go back to bed.”

The girl immediately shook her head frantically.

“I’m not tired at all, I can go without sleep just like adults can. Besides, I will not go back unless I get ice cream. Can we please wait a little longer till the ice cream man comes back? Please?” She prolonged the last word as she looked up at her grandma, and she squeezed her shoulders.

Colin however, froze as his smile faded. Ice cream man?

“What did you see, Adelaide?” He asked carefully and the little girl looked up at the sky for a few seconds before answering. “I heard the ice cream song. I looked outside and saw a big car with ice cream on it. A clown was driving it. I love clowns.” She explained before rubbing her eyes. “Were you the ice cream man?”

Colin flipped to the new page of his notebook.

“Can you maybe describe him for me?”

…………

“32… 34… 36… Finally.” You exhaled in glee and relief.

For over thirty minutes you had tried to find the destination of your new psychiatrist. Turns out you had taken the wrong turn a few blocks ago, and it felt like you were in a maze. It didn't help that you had no clue how this car worked, since it was Cordelia’s. You may or may not have crashed yours into a traffic sign while trying to parallel park.

Once you drove in the parking spot next to a BMW, you rushed your way to the front door. You were already late due to sleeping through your alarm clock, and getting lost only made you lose more time.

You pressed on the bell, and after a while a man opened the door with a friendly smile.

“Hi Y/n,” He stepped aside for you to come into the room and as you hung your coat on the coat rack next to the door, you followed the man inside of another room; his office.

“Sorry I’m late, I just never had sessions in the morning and I slept through my alarm clock.” You held out your hand to shake his. You were kinda nervous since you didn’t know how he’d react. Teachers used to despise you for your tardiness in high school, and ever since you had always arrived everywhere on time. Luckily, he didn't show any signs of irritation. “I’m dr. Vincent. And it’s alright.” Vincent had a firm handshake and you took a seat in the armchair that was facing another armchair.

“I was just making tea, do you want some?”

You shook your head politely. After he set his own tea cup on a card on the table he sat down in front of you.

“As you know, Michonne is on maternity leave, so from now on I’ll be taking sessions with you.”

You nodded and he grabbed a notebook with a pen, and wrote something that looked like the date. He folded his hands on his knee.

“So Y/n, how are you?” You cleared your throat and let out a small sigh.

“I’m fine, actually. I feel better than expected at least. Today marks the 5 year anniversary of his death, which feels…” you sighed and rubbed your temple with your fingers. “I don’t really know what to feel about that. It’s surreal. I mean, I’m happy that he got what was coming for him, but I just don’t really feel the satisfaction of his death. I’m not a violent person, not at all. But I just wish he suffered more. Is that a bad thing to feel, or say?”

He shook his head and gave you an understanding look. “What happened to you was traumatic. Of course it’s reasonable that you want justice for yourself, and for your family.” He took a sip of his tea.

“It's just so confusing. Like, I know he felt pain in his last moments, and that is something that really calmed me after everything that had happened. I mean, while he was serving his lifetime prison sentence, his face was bashed in beyond recognition by another cellmate. It’s a cruel way to go. Yet I still don’t feel satisfaction for some reason. It’s like a book suddenly ends in the middle. Like it ends with a cliffhanger and the story doesn't come full circle.” You tried to explain as best as possible, but you didn't understand exactly what you felt so it was hard to explain it to someone else.

He however, nodded and intertwined his fingers into a fist on his lap. “I understand, and it’s totally normal. Your mind has suffered so much that your brain hasn’t accepted it. You haven’t found closure yet, which leaves you with an unsatisfied feeling.”

“And that’s the frustrating part,” you groaned. “There are people who have gone through the same thing I have, and they’re doing much better than I am doing. I don't understand how other people do it.”

“You are a unique person. No one will react the exact same way you do. Everyone deals with it in a different way. Some learn to give it space faster than others. Need I to remind you that you were the only person to survive Kai Anderson? Plus, you were 17 at the time. Your brain was still developing.” he explained. “It’s not nothing, going through something like that at that age.”

You let out a sigh, somehow talking about it was still difficult.

“I just… He is haunting me. Even after his death he is still torturing me,” you pinched your nose bridge while closing your eyes. “I used to see him in my nightmares, but now I see him in physical form. He just watches me from a distance. He doesn't say anything, he just stands there. I know it’s not possible, I know it’s not real. But it looks real, it’s like I can touch him,” you explained and he wrote everything you said in his notebook while listening thoughtfully.

“And what do you feel when you see him?” you shrugged.

“I don’t really feel anything. It’s like my mind is blank, like I’m in a trance. All I know is that everytime I see him, I want to smash the smug expression off his filthy face,” you balled your fists.

“When did this start, how often does this recur?” He inquired and you kissed the back of your teeth while thinking back.

“It actually started recently, I think two weeks ago. After that, I saw him everyday. When I go to work, when I visit a friend, when I stand in my kitchen looking outside,” you shivered when you thought about it. “I remember when I first saw him, that I felt like I was losing my mind. I didn't want to leave my house for a while. When I told people what I saw, everyone looked at me like I was crazy. I really felt like I was.”

Vincent clicked his tongue and cleared his throat.

“Do you have disorganized thinking?”

“No.”

“Abnormal motor behavior?”

“No.”

“Any signs of delusions?”

“I don’t think so.”

He scribbled something down again and you waited in anticipation. The only sound that was in the room was the sounds of his pen on paper, and the clock on the right side of the room that was ticking in a nerve wracking manner.

It was as if you were waiting for the result of a test you didn't study for. It was a gnawing feeling.

“Alright,” he started. “Even after all these years, he still has a hold on you. The mind is a powerful thing. It can’t process everything all at once; the grief, the anger, the pain. It’s too much, which is why your brain is playing tricks on you. Especially after the recent killings that have been tormenting Brookfield Heights. Maybe it triggered something again.” You knew about the recent killings, hell this morning you saw the news where yet another couple was found murdered in their home. But you weren't really afraid. Your house was protected and you weren't alone.

“I just don't understand why I see him, I pushed everything behind me.”

“that's the problem, you’re pushing it away. The harder you push, the stronger it comes back at you.” He interjected.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked.

“Whatever keeps your mind busy. Do you have any hobbies? Anything to take your mind off?”

“I help at my mom’s bar, the Supreme Dominion. She is in France now, so me and my sisters are in charge. It’s really stressful sometimes, but it does keep my mind from wandering.”

“Good. Just try to be as busy as possible, it’s a distraction for your brain,” he kept writing on the notepad, and you noticed he was already on the next page. “I’m prescribing you a different antipsychotic, paliperidone. In the meantime if you see him again, I want you to try and convince yourself that he isn’t real. Now, I know that sounds easier than done, but just try. Slowly take control again, over your mind and your life.” He gave you the receipt of the medical prescription, and you nodded friendly as you walked out of his office.

“I’ll try. Thank you Vincent. See you next week.”

After you left his office, you immediately drove by the pharmacy and got paliperidone. You figured the sooner you got it, the sooner things would finally go back to normal. Because that’s all you wanted, to put everything behind you. You didn’t want to see his face ever again, and you hoped that he was rotting somewhere in hell.

The sooner Kai was out of your mind and life, the sooner you could finally breathe in peace again.

But what you didn't know was this week would be one of the last peaceful moments in your life.

Because as you walked out of the pharmacy, bag in hand, and no clue whatsoever what was happening around you, a certain blue haired man was standing on the other side of the street, watching you intently as you made your way towards your car.

He wanted to jump you, right then and there, but he composed himself and placed his hands in his pockets as he watched you drive away.

He was going to hurt you, both mentally and physically. And oh boy, he had fantasized about it ever since he faked his death.

The murders of Marie and Bernard Allen he committed yesterday evening, and the previous murders in Brookfield Heights were only to feed his rage, but it didn't satisfy him in the slightest. No, he only wanted one thing. And that was satisfaction in watching you suffer. He wanted to watch life leave your eyes as you breathed your last puff of oxygen. He was determined to kill every last person you cared about.

He found joy when he saw the look of fear in your eyes as you and him made eye contact for the first time since 2016 three weeks ago. In fact, he enjoyed it way too much to mess with you. Making you think you were losing your mind hallucinating him was only the beginning.

There was nothing more dangerous than a man who wants revenge.

And he would break you in every way possible, if it’s the last thing he’ll do.

[tonberry-yoda]

Headcanons on the Duwang gang taking care of Iggy's grandpuppies please?

oh my goodness this is so cute!

i gotchu 100%

Josuke

his dad gifted him a puppy

actually, not just one puppy, a whole goddamn litter

16 years of not being in Josuke's life and Joseph decided to drop off some puppies on his second visit to Morioh

he told Josuke that they were very important, the grandchildren to a very special dog and that he trusted Josuke to be the one to care for them

josuke is not mad about this btw

when he first heard about it, sure, he was pissed

but the moment he saw those puppies, he couldnt help but giggle and agree to take them

they were a very rowdy and a little aggressive, which Joseph said would happen, but after a while, they were actually sweet

Josuke is super good with animals and it seemed like the breed already latched on to another Joestar and it would stay that way

Josuke falls asleep with them in his arms and one, that especially looks like Iggy, Joseph said, clung onto him the most and it's super sweet

Okuyasu

mans would panic when he sees josuke with a bunch of dogs and then BEG him for one

Josuke agrees because he loves Okuyasu and can definitely see him taking care of it

plus he needs them off his hands, Josuke's mom doesnt want a bunch of puppies pissing around the house lmao

Okuyasu cries

a lot

like man will break down when he sees a lil puppy

and to know that it's his makes him CRYYYY

he will make sure it is fully taken care of because Okuyasu wants everyone he loves around him to be comfortable

and the dog will be just as happy to have someone as energetic and aggressive when needed

Koichi

BRO HE WOULD LOVE DOGS

i mean... duh

he does have Police lol

he would gladly take in a new dog too

his current one needed a little friend, so he figured it would be perfect

it does take him a while because he got a rowdier one of the bunch, but he slowly realizes that he doesnt even need to train the dog because Police ends up doing it for him lmaooooo

his sister and mom would also love it so so much

like it's such a good addition to the family and he is super thankful for Joseph for letting the puppies into Morioh

Yukako

sorry to burst the bubble of love, but she would hate it

she doesnt want one

dogs are the worst to her

i mean, if koichi insists, she will gladly take one LMFAO

but like

she's more of a cat person anyway

she would give the dog one glare and the poor thing would go running

not that she really cares, who needs a stinky dog anyway??

but one would latch onto her hair and start chewing LMFAOOOO

sorry to burst the bubble of love, but she would hate it

she doesnt want one

dogs are the worst to her

i mean, if koichi insists, she will gladly take one LMFAO

but like

she's more of a cat person anyway

she would give the dog one glare and the poor thing would go running

not that she really cares, who needs a stinky dog anyway??

but one would latch onto her hair and start chewing LMFAOOOO

Rohan

okay hear me out

mans would hate the dog

like DESPISE IT

until

josuke gives him a puppy, begging him to take care of it

rohan begrudgingly agrees as long as he gets paid for it lmao

and then it's like those memes with the dad and the dog lmao

like it would fall asleep on his lap and mans would be drawing it all the time

it would just be him and his little buddy forever

it's just as aggressive as him and then he would take the little buddy on a walk <3

he would act like he hates it, but he really does love not having to be lonely forever <3333

~~~~~

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@tonberry-yoda

[low-budget-korra]

What I would do if I was Bryke

1) The first thing that I would do was adapt The Search, since Zuko's mom story was the one plot hook Atla left. And we all know that most of people didn't read the novels.

But I would do some changes, The history would focus mainly on Azula mental state and the sibling relationship with Zuko. No bullshit like Zuko holding her by the neck in front of a clift or everyone being okay with Azula' sad mental state. Is not about her and the Gang becoming friends, is about them at the very least show concern/compassion to her. They did show that to former enemies before.

This could be a movie but I would rather if it was a miniseries of like 10 episodes of 30 minutes.

2) My second ideia was to give the fans what I couldn't back in the day: Korrasami animated content. Is not about being a shipper, is about doing things the right way and continue what started in 2014. The fans are waiting for this for almost 10 years. Doesn't need to be a full movie or a full series, I think one well done short film will be enough for now.

3) If we need to do a new series about one earth Avatar, there's no reason to not adapt Kyoshi Novels. They are amazing and Kyoshi is a fan favorite since her first appearance in Atla.

Is quite a few years before Aang and Korra,so the world is possible different than we see, btw, we only know the Evil Fire Nation Empire from atla and the most modern politics in tlok, what it came before atla is still quite a mystery. Plus we would see the Airbenders before the genocide l, which for sure is a win

4) So, we got a mini series, one short film and a whole new show. Now I would do the always requested Adult Gaang movie. Can be about them making Republic City, that would also ties with the end of The Search by bringing Azula back as enemies or unexpected ally

As you guys can see it's not that difficult. These topics would make 90% of the fandom happy and hyped, having no seconds doubts about what I would come from each one of them.

I don't know, it feels like Bryke got caught by the hype of Avatar renascence and want to give the more content as possible but as we learned with Netflix, quantity does not equal quality and since Avatar Studios is a newer thing that will both bring old fans and add new ones, they should bet on the better horse. After the Avatar Studios is well stablesh as a fav favorite and critically acclaimed Studio, than is the time to push things and try new things. Let's also not forget that today we have more competition when it comes to cartoons, so it wouldn't be that easy to beat or at least top the others (or Avatar previous shows)

Anyway basically is just : Give the fans what they want, especially when the material is top tier excellent, stablesh yourself as a new big dog in the industry and then push things forward. Because a fail now can end Avatar Studios.

[kuikoii]

It's me again!!!!

I really love the way you write, and I hope I don't pressure you too much!

So can I pls have a scenario with koko and inupi with a friend that is kidna crazy, rude but also smart (kinda like GenZ). Like they met when the reader was about to fight a group, nd koko and inupi were just walking by, stopping to look what was happening.

And I just have this stuck in my head:

Random: What are you gonna do about it

Reader: I'm gonna fuck your mom and give her a son she can actually love

So like the reader isn't in a gang but he is seen with them most of the time so obviously people assume things. And like before they got to know him they expect him to be dumb because of the things he says, but they learn that he is actually pretty smart

I really hope I don't pressure you too much with how much I request but I just really love the way you write and you already answered 2 of my requests perfectly

Koko,Inupi and their rare friend

happy new year! sorry for make you wait (●´⌓`●)

anyway,here's your request I hope you enjoy it <3

btw,I found it very funny the thing about the mother so I added it to the request

A few days after Koko and Inupi joined Toman and things had calmed down a bit, Takemichi and Chifuyu could be seen talking as they walked

Or that was what they were doing until they heard a fight

They could see a boy fighting with an entire gang or at least the three members that were left standing.

And that's when the leader of the band spoke since the boy was on the ground

"And what are you gonna do now Y/n?"

Takemichi were about to help the boy until he spoke:

"I'm gonna fuck your mom and give her a son she can actually love"

And boom,the leader out of nowhere had received a kick to the head, causing the other two to take him away.

"Who taught you that language? "

Inupi? what was he doing here?

And he apparently Y / n pointed to something or someone

"Don't point me spoiled rat of 14!

Koko? ok wtf

"Takemichi, Chifuyu, you can get out of there now"said Inupi

After that Inupi and Koko had to explain who Y / n was

They met him a year ago in a store,swearing at the old lady who worked as a cashier

Inupi got in the way of the talk, telling the old lady to forgive his"friend" and taking him bc he wanted the boy to shut up.

And this is how a friendship started in which Y / n was koko's spoiled

They admitted that at first they thought that Y / n was a brainless fool, which left Y / n quite offended with them

They explained that Y / n was not part of any band no matter how much they begged

He was rude in actions and in vocabulary but when he wanted to he could use his brain, and dang,he looked like another person when he used it

After this event, takemichi started talking to Y / n since it could be useful to save his girlfriend

Btw, Y / n began to talk with the other members of Toman and more than anything Draken

And now, Y / n was koko,draken and mitsuya's spoiled

[chuuyrr]

venom

tokyo revengers x reader

masterlist of the series

chapter eight. responsibilities

warning(s): anime/manga spoilers for tokyo revengers, strong language, mentions of violence and blood

sorry for the long wait, had to make time for my scarletwitch! baby fushiguro series and cry over the recent chapters for tokyo revengers. im pretty sure i bored you guys with the lack of fight scenes and vague backstory in the previous chapters, so you—our badass and girlboss reader—allow me to make it up to you with this one! im also trying to write longer chapters, hopefully this one is lengthy to your liking <3

btw, advanced happy new year everyone! consider this lengthy chapter as my holiday gift :D

(not proofread <\3)

becoming a member of toman didn't really change anything.

you were still picking fights, stealing money from the men and gang members you'd beat up, people still feared you and feared you even more. rumors of you joining the said gang spread like wildfire once again. as soon as rie found out, you got socked in the jaw by your friend for the first time and got scolded right afterwards. especially when she got you to confess that you went head-to-head with mikey, your supposed boyfriend.

"you're so stupid! why would you fight the invincible mikey? no wonder you were covered in bandages!" rie continued to scold you as if she were your mother while patching you up. "don't tell me you fought him again. did you get into a gang fight?"

you sighed, your eyes averting themselves away from rie's worrisome ones. "no, but i did participate in a fight club at shinjuku yesterday after i met up with baji, chifuyu and mitsuya."

"you never told me anything about you joining a fight club, [name]-san." rie furrowed her brows at you, causing to stifle a small fit of laughter.

"sorry about that, but i'm fine. i won a lot of money yesterday. the match was great, i got to fight the white leopard." you claimed, causing rie to go pale.

"isn't that guy one of the founding members of black dragon?" rie gulped at the mentioned name, "are you out of your mind?"

"it wasn't an easy match. it's a good thing i was able to convince a friend and the guy himself." you sighed, before laughing and shaking your head.

"do me a favor [name]-san and take care of yourself. one of these days you'll give me a heart attack."

rie let out a small huff of breath which you simply grinned at. "you can't always walk these off." she gestured at your bandaged arms and patched up jaw.

"you were the one who socked me in the jaw!" you retorted.

rie retorted back, "shut up! you deserved that one!"

after some talking and explanation, rie had finally accepted the fact that you were now a member of toman. it's not like she could stop you anyway. she wasn't doubting your capabilities, she just couldn't stand you getting hurt and meaningless fights. sure, she gets that you do it for the money at times but was it really necessary?

the two of you were about to head home from the main gate of the campus when a group of motorcycles stopped in front of you and to your surprise it wasn't toman. it was a different biker gang.

rie immediately hid behind your back, fearfully tugging on the sleeve of the oversized jacket over your school uniform as the rest of the students outside the campus with you two stepped back. you furrowed your brows and caught sight of a gang insignia embroidered on the black jackets of the woman riding the bikes. that's right, it wasn't men but women that were years older than you, probably ninteen and above.

for the first time, you felt your body tremble. you had never felt fear instill you just like this. memories of the past resonated. you instinctively stood in front of your friend, readying into a wide stance as the group of women hopped off their rides to walk towards you.

they were after you, of course.

once they were about a meter away from you, one of them decided to approach you closer and made their distance from you smaller. you watched as the tall woman peered down at you, her red painted lips curved into a smirk with her hand resting on her hip.

you calmly raised a brow at her, masking your fear with a phlegmatic expression. "who are you?"

"i didn't think you'd be this small and young." your eyes widened. "i expected the belladonna to be.. i don't know?someone older. aren't you a middle schooler?"

it was no wonder the insignias on their jackets were familiar. these weren't just women; they were once yours, but you didn't recognize the jackets they wore right away. they changed it. they no longer bore the spider symbol, it was a snake instead. at the instant, you realized that these were no longer the widows.

what did she do? you thought to yourself, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down from your temple.

she had never told you anything about reforming. in fact, you haven't heard from her or the others again since you left.

"you seemed to be confused. were you not informed that things changed?" the woman raised a brow at you, letting out an amused scoff.

rie looked at you, inched closer to you and whispered. "[name]-san, what is she talking about? why is she calling you belladonna?"

before you could even answer rie, the woman had already beaten you to it. "we're no longer the widows, we're medusa now."

"what do you want?"

you hardened your gaze. god, your fists were trembling and your heart was pounding against your ribcage. a flurry of wild emotions spiraled from your chest. what have they done to misaki's legacy?

"we would just like to confirm if the rumors are true." the woman tapped her chin, eyes looking up to pretend she was thinking. "you abandoned the widows for good and affiliated yourself with shibuya's little gang, the tokyo manji gang."

blinking, you snapped your head. "i did what was best for them!"

"yeah, yeah and then you hooked up with toman's leader? some bitch you are." the other girl of the group laughed with mockery. "not only have you gone soft, but you became a whore too!"

unable to surpress your boiling blood, your body subconsciously moved on it's own. in a split second, you left rie's side and appeared in front of the woman who called you a bitch and a whore. the next thing she knew—her head met the ground with a harsh blow as you high roundhouse kicked her with your right leg.

the students of the campus panicked at the commotion that had just brewed. everyone fled, running from the scene except for rie who ran towards you to stop you but was held by the collar by the other women.

"let me go! leave [name]-san alone!" rie thrashed from their hold, punching and kicking but it was useless. they had a much stronger grip on her.

"release her."

you turned your head towards them, pulling the girl who had knocked to the ground by the hair with the heel of your shoes digging harshly against her skull. "you don't want to do this."

"we should be the one saying that, belladonna." they snickered.

without another second, you kicked the woman in your hold enough to knock her out cold. you didn't care if the campus planned on spreading this rumor next. you didn't care if this would reach the higher ups anymore or if they passed by you. these people had rie and you had already failed to protect her once from moebius. you weren't going to let anything happen to your friend this time, you didn't need a second time.

you threw yourself onto the first one, hooking your legs around her neck and threw across the ground. you raised your arm right on time as a fist was thrown in your face. you held back a hiss of pain. your arms were still a bit bruised from yesterday's match, but you paid no mind to it. you slid to the right and ducked on time for a kick aimed for you. you proceeded to throw punches and kicks, connecting your fists to jaws and faces while you simultaneously blocked hits. this went on for a good ten minutes until they were all down but all of them were a force to be reckoned with. none of these girls went down easily without a fight.

once you had gotten towards the woman holding your friend hostage, you wiped the blood dripping down your chin as you faced her. "give rie back to me and leave. this is your final warning."

"you'd risk your life for this girl but leave hundreds of us?" the woman frowned at you. "what's so special about her? what does she have that we don't?!"

"i didn't abandon the widows. i made sure all of you had everything before i stepped down. i even left sumire to lead the rest of you!" you retorted.

"sumire is no longer the president, the widows were forced to reformed ever since you left and now we pay the price, and so will you." your face contorted into a look of confusion. what did she mean by force? what happened to sumire?

before you could get answers, rie was suddenly thrown towards you but you caught her right on time and the woman brushed past you, purposely bumping your shoulders in the process as she tended to her beaten comrades.

"hey, what do you mean by that?"

you called out to her, but it was useless. she stopped talking and proceeded to help the others get on their rides to retreat, leaving you in the dust. you scoffed. your knees buckled to the floor, bringing rie along with you in the process.

all this time you thought you made the right choice and you had finally broken free from the past, but now it was haunting you. perhaps, it wasn't meant to be. you were not meant to be free. the ties you thought you had cut off were still bound to you.

rie placed a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you. "[name]-san?"

tears filled the brim of your eyes and the next you knew, you had broken down before your friend. confused, she pulled you to her embrace and laid your head on the crevice of her neck, rubbing shapes on your back.

it was all your fault.

rie knew nothing about you, even if you two happened to be close friends. you never told her anything about your previous schools or your past life at all. it never became your topic, even though it had always crossed her mind. all she knew was that you were capable of fighting and that you got expelled.

but this time, she had to know. she wanted to more about you. rie wanted to help, even if it just meant listening to your story and being your shoulder to lean on.

rie accompanied you all the way to your apartment and as soon as you two got inside, she made you sit down on your couch and went to the cupboards for a first aid kit. it wasn't long until she returned with the supplies.

rie sat down on your coffee table, she helped you take off your jacket, unwrapped your bandages and began to clean the cut on the end of your lip with a cotton ball dipped in wound disinfectant. you were too caught up in your thoughts to mind the stinging pain, but it hurt.

you two were silent for awhile until your friend decided to break the ice cold tension in the atmosphere and adress the elephant in the room. "[name]-san, who were those girls?"

taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth to speak but a knock resounded from your door and left you two confused. you weren't expecting any guests at all. you took initiative to stand and walked towards the door, a gasp escaped your breath as soon as you opened it to see mikey, draken, baji, mitsuya, pah-chin, takemichi and chifuyu outside.

they mimicked your surprised expression, their eyes falling onto the scratches and bruises on your arms and face. mikey was the first one to react and immediately step inside to take hold of you.

"what happened to you?!" mikey patted you all over, taking a good look of your casualties.

draken eyed you, raising a brow as he and others let themselves in after mikey. "did you get jumped?"

"i.. what are you guys doing here?" you pulled yourself away from mikey's hold, stepping backwards as rie got up and walked towards your side.

"mikey wanted to surprise you and he tagged us with him, but you surprised us instead.." pah-chin claimed, pointing at your battered state.

you pinched the bridge of your nose. this was all too much for a day. you turned towards rie who glanced at you with a knowing look. with a smile, she placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a quick pat before facing the toman boys. "could you give me and [name]-san a minute? i need to patch her up first."

the boys looked at rie, then you before nodding in unison. a relieved sigh trailed from your lips.

"i'll explain later. make yourselves at home." you gestured at the couch you and rie occupied earlier before the two of you made your way towards the bathroom with the first aid supplies.

once you two entered the bathroom, you closed lid of the toilet before sitting on it so rie could clean and patch you up. "how do they know where you live?" rie striked up a conversation.

you shrugged your shoulders, "mikey fetched me home after we fought and went to a hospital."

after that you two were silent again. it was awkward somehow. eventually, rie hurried up as she didn't want the boys to wait and by the time she did, she helped you get dressed in looser and more comfortable clothes since it was difficult for your to maneuver with bandages and ointment wrapped and lathered on your skin in your uniform.

once you exited the bathroom along with rie, you found the boys taking up the space of the couch and coffee table while they snacked on the food they brought. they immediately straightened their posture the moment they saw you.

pah and takemichi offered their space for you and rie to sit. once everyone settled in, all eyes were on you once again and they actually couldn't stop looking at your injuries.

"are.. are you okay?" it was definitely a dumb question coming from takemichi, but honestly, it was more relieving to hear than being bombarded of what happened to you.

"i've dealt worse, honestly." you managed a chuckle, glancing at the blonde boy who was standing up near you along with pah-chin.

"what the hell happened, [name]?" you know mikey isn't kidding around when he drops the nicknames. he faced you with a serious look of concern.

"i didn't think i'd be explaining myself to you guys too. i was only expecting rie, but all of you are already here. i can't do anything about that, can i?" you raised brow, glancing at them one by one who simply shrugged.

"alright, here it goes. lend me your ears."

resuming what you were supposed to be telling rie, you straightened your back and leaned against the sofa before speaking. "toman isn't my first gang. it's my second. i used be a part of an all-girl that i founded myself in my previous school. we called ourselves the widows. i made the gang for the protection of the girls in and out of our school and to continue my mentor's footsteps."

at that exact moment, each of them held a look of astonishment with rie, "i lead the widows two years ago before stepping down and giving the position to my right hand woman, but i lost contact with them after i transferred in my current school."

"you.. you were a gang leader?" baji pointed out the obvious, mouth gaping.

mitsuya commented, "and you didn't tell us?"

"but, why did you step down?" mikey asked, eyes still wide.

you hung your head and ran your fingers through your hair. "i fucked up my academic record with the things i did with my gang, had to cover up for my girls and apart from that, i wasn't in the right state of mind." you shook your head, your eyes fell to the floor. "when misaki died—i can't explain it—i felt lost. i didn't know what to do. the grief and pain was just as heavy as my responsibilities, especially when the sirens integrated with us. it wasn't as good as it used to be."

mikey stood up from his seat, "sirens? as in the sirens?!"

"sirens?" takemichi raised a brow. "what's that?"

"during my older brother's time.. he told me about an all-girl gang that the black dragon never defeated when they took over tokyo and it was the only one they couldn't defeat." mikey explained, shaking up the entirety of everyone inside the room excluding you.

realization hit baji's head like a brick wall as he recalled as to why the name sounded familiar to him before snapping his fingers. "your mentor, misaki.. was the leader of the sirens."

you nodded your head, "yes, misaki was."

"they told me that my right hand woman is no longer leading them and that they were forced to reform. they're now known as medusa, not widows or sirens." you continued explaining, rubbing your temples. "all i got was this message; 'they pay the price now and so will i' earlier after i got jumped."

"i think.. they're mad at me and it's reasonable i suppose." you shrugged your shoulders afterwards.

"reasonable? how is that reasonable?" mikey snapped, pointing at your battered state. nose fuming as his gaze hardened into an angry glare. "if they really were your comrades, they wouldn't do that to you and of all people, they should know why you stepped down and left."

"mikey-kun, calm down." takemichi attempted to sooth the blonde boy's tension.

mitsuya claimed, "there must be a reason for all of this."

right in the middle of your heated discussion with toman, a knock resounded from your door again. everyone glanced at you, rie included, but you were just as surprised as them.

"are you expecting anyone else besides us?" pah-chin raised a brow at you, which you shook your head at.

you were about to stand up from your seat but mikey raised a hand at you to stop you. instead, he got up from his spot and went to the door. you watched as the rest of the boys got ready to protect you and rie in case the same women were at the door.

with mikey's guard heightened, he twisted the knob open but to his surprise—no one was there. his eyes looked down the left and right corridor, trying to find the person but all he found was an envelope in front of your door.

mikey snatched the black envelope from the floor before shutting your door close and turning his head at you, waving the piece of item. "someone left this."

he walked back to you and handed it over. you inspected the black envelope and noticed the familiar snake insignia embedded on it along with a belladonna flower. this was definitely addressed to you.

your hands felt clammy. you could already tell that whatever this envelope had, it was bad news. with a shaky grasp, you opened the envelope and saw that it contains pictures and a letter. you reached for the polaroids first and good god, you wished you didn't. the moment you saw what these pictures actually were, your stomach churned and your head felt heavy.

"[name]-san? why are you.." rie tapped your arm and noticed how you were suddenly shaking.

the pictures slid from your fingers fell on the floor. your chest tightened and the pain cut off your air supply. your breathing had turned into a gasp as you sinked your back further into the sofa.

"[name]-san! what's wrong?!" your friend's voice drowned in the background.

baji reached for the polaroids you dropped and brought it upclose. it was only a matter of seconds until he mirrored your uneasiness.

"what the fuck?!" he managed to yell.

everyone inched closer to baji to see what you and him had just saw. they weren't just polaroids—they were pictures of young women, bleeding, bruised and battered all over. their clothes covered in holes and dirt, tears streaming down their faces. they were in a much worse state than you are. some of them had their hair being pulled up by men for the picture and some were lying on the floor. it was a sickening sight to the stomach.

you clutched the envelope in your hands, taking the letter that was with the polaroids. still with unsteady breathing, you skimmed over the words addressed to you, but all you could think about was the condition of your girls, especially sumire—your former right hand.

"[name], who are these girls?" mikey snatched the polaroids from baji.

you crumpled the piece of paper in your trembling hand. "my girls."

without another word, you stood up from your seat and threw the letter along with the envelope. your footsteps were heavy as you made your way towards your bed.

not only did they did filthied the gang, but they hurt your girls. you reached for the box underneath your bed and pulled out. everyone got up from their seats, following you to see you pull up something from an old container that looked like had been sitting for quite some time now under your bed. it was an old, oversized jacket with a spider insignia with belladonnas embroidered on it.. along with it was a wooden sword, a bokken to be exact.

"is.. is that a wooden sword?!" takemichi failed to surpress his scream.

you took hold of the wooden sword, pressed your forehead on the hilt and held the jacket to your chest. you had forgotten the heavy responsibility and memories that came along with this weapon and uniform.

"it was misaki's."

you never once used it after her death. you couldn't bring yourself to use it again since it just reminded you of your hellish days of grief.

"why do you have a bokken, misaki-san?" you gulped, you had never used a wooden sword before and what's even more concerning was the fact that your mentor had one in her possessions.

"i used to practice swordsmanship as a sport and with this bokken, i protect everyone." misaki effortlessly twirled the wooden sword in her fingers, beaming you a smile before handing it to you. "but, now i want you to have it."

"eh? but i don't know anything about swordsmanship misaki-san! and this is yours." you shook your head, pushing the wooden sword to her in attempt to return it.

"no, takeback-sies! president's strict orders, unless you want me to demote you to lackey now?" misaki folded her arms across her chest.

"i won't just be teaching you fists, i want you fight with blunts too [name]. as the successor of the sirens, i want you to be prepared."

"you're not going after medusa, are you now, [name]-san?" rie spoke up, eyes now frantic with worry and concern.

"if you plan on taking them on, take us with you." pah-chin tells you firmly which the other members strongly agreed on. "you're a part of toman now. if one of us gets hurt, it's all for one and one for all."

you shook your head, snapping your head at pah-chin. "no, this isn't your fight. this is my fight and responsibility."

"medusa has the sirens, not just the widows. you can't just go against an entire gang on your own!" baji quips through his gritted teeth. "do you have a death wish?!"

"all of you are going to officiate the fight." you retorted, "you will just worsen the conflict, so toman can't interfere with this one."

"we? but we never agreed to any of those terms." mikey interjected, picking up the letter you crumpled and tossed away to see what was written in there.

"it has already been decided and it's not like i had a choice either. if i reject the conditions, the others are finished." your eyes faltered. "i have to fight this one alone, mikey."

mikey closed his eyes, his hands closing into trembling fists. evidently furious at the conditions given. as much as he wanted to intervene, he didn't want to risk it—not with your friends on the line.

in acquiescence, mikey takes in a sharp breath of air before rubbing his face. "when and where will this take place?"

"in three days, one of tokyo's container port at koto-ku, midnight."

for the past few days, you spent your time recovering and getting ready for the big dispute. the toman boys wouldn't leave your side ever since you've told them your past and now the conflict you had with the reformed widows, medusa. mikey would assign someone to look after you and rie, and sometimes he'd do so himself. it was difficult to leave their side, but when you finally got some time away from them. you headed to shinjuku; a day before your biggest fight yet and entered the ever familiar gym.

not only was it the place where you trained, it was also the place where you see your other friends and sign up for matches whenever you felt like picking fights.

"[name]! you big dummy!"

you were instantly engulfed in a pink haired girl's arms the moment you stepped inside, causing you to sigh.

"hello to you too, senju." you shook your head with a smile, stretching an arm out to pat her back in return.

"your name and conflict with the medusas is spreading all over tokyo! how are you so calm about this?" senju pulled you from her embrace, now grasping both of your shoulders.

"more importantly, how did you get tied up with medusa?" the white leopard you faced not too long ago, wakasa, appeared behind senju, raising a brow at you. "i didn't think you'd be this reckless in picking fights."

"medusa and i have a long history together, and it wasn't always like that. medusa used to be known as the widows before it got reformed." you explained, unzipping you oversized jacket before taking it off and picking up a hairtie from your pocket to tie your hair. "i'm taking care of the conflict later midnight."

"history?"

senju's eyes fell on belladonna tattoos on your left and right waist, almost by your lower back, inked in black. it was the first she had ever seen your tattoos, you always had it hidden by a jacket or a top long enough to cover them up. next, her eyes drifted to the bruises on your arms that were still light and visible on the eye.

you proceeded to walk past senju and wakasa, making your way towards the punching bag hanging from a distance, humming at senju. "mhm, history."

you got into a stance and began to throw fists and kicks at the punching bag, landing harsh and swift blows one after another.

"aren't you the slightest bit worried? you're going up against one of the rising gangs in tokyo, medusa ain't an all-girl gang anymore." you glanced at senju's older brother from the corner of your eye before landing a high roundhouse kick to the punching bag.

"i know." you stepped back to catch your breath from the flurry of attacks you had just sent the punching bag with, fully-turning your head towards the tall man. "if i'm going to be honest, i'm scared. i don't know who or what i'm facing anymore. they changed presidents, people and ways."

"does your current gang at least know what you got yourself into?" senju approached you, handing you a water bottle and hand towel.

"yeah, i told them a few days ago. medusa will have them officiate the fight." you nodded your head. "so, they can't interfere."

"i swear i'm coming after you and their asses once i find out you don't walk out of their alive." senju lets out a sharp exhale, her green eyes hardening into a glare. "you really should have rejected the terms right away. why do you insist on fighting the medusa?"

"i plan on taking them all down, especially their leader whoever they are." you shrugged your shoulders, gulping down the water senju gave you in a couple of chugs. "they gave me conditions i cannot object. i've got lives on the line, not just my own."

"then you better get your shit together and come out of there alive." wakasa tells you with a scoff. "you and me, train now. your attacks have gotten sloppier."

"oh, i'm sorry. it's not like i got ambushed by medusa a few days ago, a day after i fought you." you playfully rolled your eyes which earned yourself a flick on the forehead.

"hey, what the hell?" you yelped.

"excuses, excuses." wakasa grabs you by the arm, dragging you in the ring they had in his gym. "have you forgotten the proper way of sending a punch? your systema has gotten shit."

it didn't take long until you were literally dancing with death. you had only managed to beat wakasa once and that was during the match you signed yourself up for the fight club. wakasa was a highly evasive fighter who hits back hard. apart from that, his acrobatic strategies always throws you off.

you lifted your arm on time and caught his leg before pushing it away and simultaneously ramming a fist at him which he merely caught. you stepped back, ducking for another leg he swung at you. you were brought back into defensive mode by wakasa's high leveled maneuvers during your sparring. you figured he learned from your previous match, you could even use sambo against him unlike the last time.

"you still up for another round?" wakasa barely broke a sweat while you were on the opposite side, catching your breath with gasps of air.

"i can't call it a day just yet." you shook your head, wiping the sweat trickling down your face with the back of your hand before readying into another stance. "i'm fighting until i'm out of breath. facing you, mikey and those medusa girls made me rusty."

senju cheered you from the sides, hanging onto the ropes. "that's the spirit, [name]!"

"heh, i like your persistence kid." wakasa pulled the stick of his lollipop from his mouth, tossing it to the side before cracking his knuckles. "you better take me down or else you're not leaving this gym."

"oh, i'm taking you down."

with a smirk, he lunged towards you at a straightforward dash and you, in return, slid to the side simultaneously pushing away the fist he aimed for you to the side before pivoting you foot to roundhouse kick him.

it was only a matter of time until your biggest fight yet. one against an entire gang. sure, it was unfair but that doesn't mean you're backing out anytime sooner. the grief, the tears you shed and the agony that your girls have faced will not be in vain, every bit of them will become your power and you will get your revenge.

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