#he really got his sister killed and then faked his death changed his name and found a woman that reminds him of her and romanced her.. girl

[cuntkaesque]

the no-nonsense cop who looks and acts kind of like his dead sister: license and registration?

dexter morgan: yes mistress- i mean officer

[secretmellowblog]

Jean Valjean really is the Most character ever, like he’s got everything: he breaks into people’s houses to give them money. He’s a cryptid who gets mistaken for a folkloric devil. He has semimagical super strength and parkour skills. He’s a symbol of the horrors of the carceral system and the trauma it causes. He keeps wigs in his pockets. He keeps “dying” and being buried alive and coming back wrong. His father’s name was Jean and his sister’s name was Jeanne. His entire family is dead or lost to him forever. He changes his name every minutes. He’s an expert marksman. He’s a committed pacifist. He once stopped a rampaging bull by the horns with his super strength. He’s fundamentally kind and gentle. He’s overly conciliatory and conflict-averse because of trauma. He’s inspired by St. Nicholas. He wishes he could die but feels barred from killing himself. He fakes his death and “feels reassured and at peace, as if he really were dead.” He saves people’s lives and then forgets they exist. He buries himself alive in a coffin. Every aspect of him breathes depression and weariness of life. He’s even a dilf!

[multifandom-worlds]

A Family Divided

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Word count: 2k

Warning: Bullying (siblings), mention of family death, description of injuries.

Notes: This sort of follows canon but sort of not at the same time. The reader (Iris) is Harry's sister and is 2 years older than Harry. So this takes place in what canonically is Harry's 7th year but in this fic it's Harry's 5th year. Does that make sense? Probably not but hopefully you'll understand!

Special thanks to @i-like-pandas5 for the idea and @loomis-maxima for dealing with all my bitching when it came to writing this thing.

You were Iris Potter, the older sister of Harry “The Chosen One” Potter. What everyone forgets is that you were also in the house when Voldemort killed your parents. But since you weren’t in the nursery where your mother gave her life to save your brother, he became “the boy who lived,” and you became an afterthought - the unfortunate, forgotten sister of the boy Wonder, old enough to grasp what had happened but still young enough to have hope.

At one point in your lives, you loved Harry; you took care of him when the Dursleys didn’t and sheltered him from the abuse you received at the hands of your aunt. Her reasoning? You looked too much like your mother. You cried when you got your Hogwarts letter because it meant you had to leave him. You spent the whole train ride worried about your brother, hoping he was going to be okay before you returned home, only to arrive at Hogwarts and learn all about what happened when you two were little. 

The sorting hat debated whether to put you in Slytherin or Hufflepuff but decided you were ultimately Slytherin for your resourcefulness, cunning, ambition, and determined nature. You found belonging and friendship in Slytherin. You didn’t realize how deep the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor was until Harry was sorted into Gryffindor, and started changing. 

During his first year, he stayed close to you whenever he could and introduced you to his friends, Hermione and Ron. They were good kids, if not a little annoying, but you were happy your brother found friends.

The resentment for your baby brother didn’t start until his 3rd year when he really started leaning into his “chosen one” moniker. He made a name for himself at 14, sealing your fate to always being in his shadow. 

“Stop copying Harry! Merlin, you're so obsessed with him!”

“Look at you trying hard to be like Harry. You could never be like Harry.”

“Your scar looks so fake!”

Those were comments you were sick of hearing—everyone thinking you're copying your brother because you also have a scar on your face. Where your brother's is a lightning bolt on his forehead, you have a white scar going down from your right eyebrow, across the bridge of your nose and down your left cheek. It usually blended in with your skin, but there were days when it was more pronounced than usual.

“Speak to her like that again, and they'll be finding pieces of you for generations to come.” Mattheo threatened, the collar of a 3rd year Gryffindor clutched tightly in his fists. You watched from a corner, twirling your wand between your fingers, waiting for your turn to cast Furnunculus as they scurry away.

“Merlin Iris, mum gave her life to save me, not you. You need to get over it already and just accept your place.” Harry would taunt you as he walked by your table. Mattheo would glare daggers at him, and Draco would be more than happy to hurl insults his way.

You started changing—perhaps it was Mattheo's influence on you. Maybe you have always been like this, but you decided to embrace all that Slytherin was: the good, the bad, and the evil. You had to listen to students and professors alike compare you to your brother. You just got sick of it, sick of hearing all the stories of adventures he got into, how he would never get in trouble because he was “The Chosen One.” 

***

“Hogwarts is threatened! Man, the boundaries! Do your duty to our school!”

You heard McGonagall call as hundreds of stone knights marched to their positions. This was it—the battle of Hogwarts. You knew it was coming, and the whole school knew it was coming. 

“All first and second years! My name is Iris; I am a 7th-year Slytherin student. I’m going to try to get you somewhere safe! Follow me, please!” You yelled out above the din. Once you had enough attention, you quickly and effortlessly led them through the school, blasting your way through enemies like they were pieces of paper. Mattheo is by your side, helping to guide students, Draco is on the left side of the group, Theodore is on the right, and Lorenzo and Blaise are pulling up the back. 

“Run, run, run, little snake,” Harry taunted when he saw you guiding the younger students away. “Run away, little snake; you couldn't stand up to a lion anyway.” Your jaw clenched, listening to your little brother’s taunts, but you choose not to dignify them with a response. You had a plan, and it would show the world who the stronger Potter was.

You wanted to be on the front lines, defending your beloved school, but you also didn't want your friends to have to battle their own families, so you tasked them with protecting the first and second years in the dungeon. 

You lead everyone into the kitchen before securing the door with Protego. It’s not a perfect system, but you hoped it’d be enough to keep everyone safe and keep any Death Eaters at bay. You walked around the kitchen, checking in on all the frightened students, trying to put their minds at ease.  

“I'm scared, Miss Iris. What if Voldemort comes and gets us?” A timid little Hufflepuff boy asks as you get to him. 

You sighed softly and crouched down to his level before motioning around, drawing attention to Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo, Blaise and Draco standing near the walls, surrounding the group of students. “Do you see these five boys with the green uniforms standing up? Those five are going to keep you safe. They have kept me safe the whole time I was here. They are extremely skilled witches, and I have full faith they'll keep you safe.”

“What about you?” The same boy asked 

“I'm going to end this once and for all. I'm tired of living in my brother's shadow. Time to make a name for myself.” You said before rising to your feet again and walking towards the entrance to the kitchen. 

You turn to leave the kitchen when Mattheo grabs your hand and holds you back from going. “I'm coming with you, Rissie. I'm not letting you do this alone. I can’t lose my only light.” 

You turned to face him before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. “My love, a Riddle is going to die tonight, and I would prefer it if it weren't you. Please stay here; I need to know you're safe.”

Mattheo searched your eyes for something, anything to tell him you're bluffing, but there is nothing but determination. “You be safe; I need you to come back to me after all this. I’m not ready to deal with life without you.”

You nod, silent tears rolling down your cheeks, and kiss him one more time. You looked up and addressed your friends before running out of the kitchen towards the stairs. “You lot better keep the next generation of witches safe. If you must die, I better hear it was saving one of  these kids, or so help me, Merlin, I will raise you from the dead and kill you myself!” 

You were quick to join the fray, joining professors and students alike as you defend your school and your home, a fierce determination burning deep inside your very being. Voldemort took your family from you; you were not going to let him take your school.

“Iris!” You turn to see who is calling to you when a deafening boom echoes all around before chunks of the castle crash down around you, knocking you to the ground. Once the dust has settled, you quickly take stock of your surroundings. Your left arm was trapped under some rubble at a painful angle, and your wand was nowhere in sight, scattered amongst the debris. The distinct taste of iron fills your mouth. 

You could hear Voldemort’s laughter as he taunted your brother. “Now you have nothing, Harry Potter. Your sister is dead!” Like hell, you were dead; the throbbing pain in your head and shoulder told you that. You needed to get out; you couldn’t let Harry kill Voldemort and claim the glory for himself. With your quick movement, your shoulder dislocated. You bite back a pained scream before carefully freeing it from the rubble. 

“CRUCIO”

Voldemort's wand fell, his tortured screams silenced the battle, and everyone turned to see who the witch was that cast the unforgivable curse. There you stood on top of the rubble, bloodied, shoulder dislocated, arm hanging limply by your side. 

You carefully stepped out of the rubble, clocking your brother's face; a mix of hatred and awe adorned his stupid features. You turn your gaze back to Voldemort, writhing in pain on the ground. You walked over to him and crouched beside his face.

“You killed my parents. It's time for me to repay the favour,” you spat. “Avada Kadavra,” you whispered as you watched the life drain from his eyes. His movements ceased, and his body deteriorated, scattering like ash into the wind. You stood up and locked eyes with your brother before the whole world went black. 

***

You wake up weeks later in St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.  You could feel a weight on your bed, a rough, calloused hand clinging to yours. You gently close your fingers around the hand and carefully open your eyes before quickly closing them again, hissing at how bright everything is. 

“Nox,” you hear somebody say as all the lights go out in your room. It wasn’t pitch black by any means; light from the window and the hallway filtered in, but it was much easier to open your eyes. It takes you a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust again before looking down, seeing a mess of brown curly hair resting against your bed. You knew those curls like the back of your hand - Mattheo. A faint smile pulls up on your lips; he survived.

“He has been here since we brought you here, dear.” You turn to the voice, seeing McGonagall sitting in a chair on the other side of your bed. “It’s good to see you awake, Miss. Potter. Your friends have been quite worried about you. When I return to Hogwarts, I will make sure to tell them you are awake.’ McGonagall says, placing her needlework on her lap. “I must extend a heartfelt, sincere thank you for saving the first and second years. Snape had found them in the kitchen once the battle was over; not a single student was injured. That was very quick, selfless thinking on your part, Miss Potter.”

You smile weakly. “I didn’t really think; I just knew they didn’t need to see the fighting or risk seeing their families being maimed or killed. I’m glad they survived. Did…Theo and the others survive, too?” You ask, all of a sudden very concerned about your best friends.

McGonagall pats your hand reassuringly. “Mr. Nott, Mr. Zambini, Mr. Malfoy, and Mr. Berkshire are all live and well, fret not. They have a  few cuts and bruises, but they are alright. They have sent you many cards and letters. Read them when you have the strength.” McGonagall stands from her chair before walking to the door. “I must return to Hogwarts, but I shall send an owl to check on you.”

“Goodbye, Professor,” you say before turning your eyes back to your sleeping boyfriend beside you. You squeeze his hand and gently rub your thumb along his skin. He begins stirring, feeling your hand squeeze his. His eyes open, and it takes a few seconds to register that you are looking at him. 

“Iris?! You’re awake!” He says, his excitement palpable. “I missed you so much. I didn’t…I didn’t know if you would wake up again! The professors found you unconscious and barely breathing. The Daily Prophet has been singing your praises ever since they learned you killed my father. Harry is miserable that he is no longer the popular Potter. You did it, mon amour; you broke out of your brother’s shadow!” 

You smile weakly, cupping his cheek with your hand. “Shhh. Love, you’re talking too much. I just want to be here with you. I don’t care what is happening at school right now.” Mattheo chuckles before taking your hand and kissing your palm.

[jyrinestories08]

My only rant about the fnaf movie is the stupid vanessa plot twist

I don’t care if you think “but it’s interesting” NO IT’S NOT INTERESTING

THIS MOVIE FELT LIKE VANESSA IS TAKING OVER MIKE’S PART AND STORY

MIKE SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO FACES WILLIAM, YES THERE ARE SOME SCENE WHERE HE IS FIGHTING HIM BUT VANESSA SOMEHOW TAKES THE SCENE AND MAKE IT HER OWN

I JUST HATE THIS, I HATE THE “VANESSA IS WILLIAM’S DAUGHTER” BECAUSE IT’S SO STUPID INCLUDING THE “IS VANESSA AN AFTON” THEORY BEFORE THIS BECAUSE VANESSA IN THE GAMES DOESN’T NEED TO BE CONNECTED TO THE PREVIOUS GAMES AND HELP WANTED AND SECURITY BREACH DOESN’T NEED CONNECTION ALSO

“But what about glitchtrap🥺👉👈”

Glitchtrap is not william afton, yes he has the same look but he has a different model and different abilities to springbonnie. And don’t you dare search glitchtrap’s characteristics on google because ALL OF THOSE ARE FAKE, GLITCHTRAP IS A GLITCHY-VIRUS-MIMIC, HE’S NOT A RANDOM CHARACTER WHO IS NOT CANON IN THE FNAF GAMES HE IS JUST A DIFFERENT CHARACTER WITH NO RELATION TO SPRINGTRAP BECAUSE THAT JERK IS DEAD, WE DON’T NEED TO BRING BACK AFTON BECAUSE IF THEY BRING BACK AFTON THEN THE HELP WANTED TO SECURITY BREACH WILL LOOK LIKE HOLLYWOOD SEQUEL BAITING ON HORROR MOVIES WHEN SOME OF THE VILLAINS ARE ALREADY DEAD

AND MIKE BEING WILLIAM’S SON IN THE MOVIE WOULD’VE BEEN SO MUCH MORE BETTER BECAUSE THEY HAVE A STRONG DYNAMIC IN THE GAMES, THE RIVALRY IS INTERESTING AND IT REALY SHOWS THAT MICHAEL IS NOT THE PROBLEM, IT’S WILLIAM. Yes he did killed his brother but it was confirmed that the reason his dynamic with the crying child and yes he did accidentally killed him but it shows that mike has so much regret about his brothers death and then finds out that the animatronics are deadly

But this movie, william somehow knows mike’s name and mike’s brother even though he doesn’t even know him, how the heck did he decided to kidnap a young boy who he doesn’t even know. What the heck is this writing

This movie has so much build up of mike’s connection with William but decided to pick vanessa as the child that it makes william a total nobody to mike, i hate the vanessa plot twist, i hate it that mike is so sidelined by vanessa, i hate this plot twist, i hate it

“Oh but it’s just an AU so it’s not connected to the games”

I hate this stupid excuse because there are some changes that I am fascinated about, it’s the one that Abby is not William’s daughter even though in the games she’s elizabeth afton but it’s interesting to make her not related to william because she got more care about her father in the games and books and she wasn’t get that much mention on fnaf4, well yes it’s just one mention but it made feeling not important before sister location so in this movie we can see how she interacts with her “not really father” but gets more care about her brother mike and that great and that’s the thing that works as an alternative universe to the games but with mike and garret(movie version of the crying child), who has more story and character in the games and William’s story but not being related to him in the movie, it’s just so frustratingly bad because the crying child’s connection with William is so interesting but this movie doesn’t address on why did William kidnap him and killed him in the first place when he doesn’t even know him

And if you people are saying that I am talking trash about Scott cawthon and the blumhouse team, no, I don’t hate them, i respect them, i don’t want to waste a movie who has so much delayed controversies and the good practical effects of the animatronics, and i love the cast’s so much.

I love josh hutcherson as mike

I love elizabeth lail as vanessa

And I of course , i am super loving matthew lillard’s performance as William afton because i really do miss him as stu macher

And I love Scott’s work on the movie but I just don’t know why did he decided a character who is supposed to warn mike about the pizzeria because she had nightmares about it when she was young but somehow makes the child of a killer who has more that just one child

It doesn’t makes vanessa feeling like she was going to be the main character even though she isn’t, it would’ve been better if Vanessa in the movie was a child apprentice of william other than a stupid daughter, because in the games vanessa was just manipulated/controlled by glitchtrap and that could’ve been more better if William was just manipulating vanessa when she was young

And my theory is that I don’t think Vanessa in this movie is related to william because she seems like a child from a different family and then william somehow decided to kidnap and raise her as an apprentice

I’ll make a backstory fanfic of how william became the villain or how does vanessa became an apprentice soon I guess if I can

So yeah that’s my rant and theory about the movie, and don’t put a “oh but for me” because I am so annoyed by those because it made people acting like the original source doesn’t exist or they just ignore everything for no reason, it’s like a toxic friend who understands their victim friend even though they just rolled their eyes and thinking that they understand

But I hope people will understand this because I wanna move on my hatred about the twist when I’m writing this essay but I hope I am now a changed person already after that trauma I had with the twist

See you soon :)

[wellwrittenevilbitch]

Who is the better written evil bitch!

Propaganda.

Cersei

Content warning for discussion of sexual abuse, incest between adult siblings, domestic abuse, and misogyny. 

To be clear, I am only talking about Cersei as she exists in the book series, not in Game of Thrones. 

Here’s the short version. Long version under the cut. 

 A sympathetic victim of misogyny in a way that modern real women will find relatable despite her living in fake medieval times with magic

 Despite being a sympathetic victim, she’s loathsome and unquestionably a villain

 Has people exiled, murdered, tortured, and made victims of human experimentation for as little as being inconvenient for her plans

 Driven by love for her children and desire to protect them but ends up being abusive in an effort to control them

 Thinks she’s the grandest mastermind in the world and feels completely untouchable only for her plans to fall apart catastrophically 

Cersei is perhaps one of the best female villains of all time as far as writing goes. Her story is sad and uncomfortably realistic even for real women in the current age. She’s the twin sister of Jaime Lannister. Growing up, they looked so similar that they could even trade places. Cersei always saw them as two halves of one person. Until they hit puberty and everything changed and she was confronted with the reality of being female. She believed herself to be the smartest and most competent of her siblings but was continuously treated as lesser by her father and others because she’s female. Her fate was to be wed to a man of her father’s choice. This turned into a bitter kernel of envy that permeates Cersei’s entire being. She envies the privileges awarded to men and desperately wishes to prove that she’s better. She idolizes her father, once one of the most powerful men in the country and perhaps the most brilliant strategist in the series, despite his mistreatment of her. She’s promised a marriage that actually does excite her only for the father of her would be groom to unexpectedly reject the proposal. She watches as this man is wed to another woman. And then, on top of that, she watches as this man falls in love with a third woman and starts a massive war that ends in the deaths of the would be groom, his wife and kids, the third woman, and his father, ending the reign of his family. 

Finally she is married off to the man who killed her would be groom and assumed the throne. He was handsome. She was the queen now. She could have loved him. But on their wedding night, when they got into bed, he whispered the name of… the third woman, the Helen of Troy. She hated him, and he hated her. He was never gentle with her. Her physically abused her. He was a wretched king. Cersei knew she would be a better ruler so she envied him too. And she couldn’t understand for the life of her why he would hurt her. That tormented her. It all tormented her. Here she is, a woman who is said to be the most beautiful woman in all the land, desired by all, and yet love escapes her. Here she is, cunning and intelligent, yet she can never hold the same positions of power as her twin or her father, just because she happens to be female. And she desperately wants to understand why. Once her husband is dead and their kids (not really her husband’s kids; their father is Cersei’s twin brother) are too young to truly rule, she grasps at the power she’s been deprived of all her life in every way she can. She sleeps with a female friend of hers and hurts her intentionally, trying to understand what her dead husband felt, why he hurt her, but gets no thrill out of this. 

She uses her charm as a way to try to reach for this power. Because she cannot be a man, she views being a beautiful woman a consolation prize. She sleeps with at least three men to manipulate them into getting what she wants but fails to realize the position of vulnerability this puts her in until it’s too late and it becomes one of the things that undoes her. She fails to realize that appealing to the sexual desires of men does not actually empower her, which so beautifully parallels the struggles many modern women, at least in the US experience. 

The true tragedy of her desperation is that she has a sense of inevitability about it. She received a prophecy as a young girl that has loomed over her head ever since. She was told that she would be queen, but that all of her children would die, that there would come a younger and more beautiful queen who would take away all that she holds dear, and that her ultimate demise would come at the hands of her little brother (which could be her twin as she was born first, or Tyrion, their other brother). She goes to extreme lengths and uses the power she’s attained (or thinks she’s attained) to prevent this from happening, growing increasingly desperate as her first child dies at the hands of Tyrion (or so she thinks), with her actions becoming more and more extreme, committing atrocity after atrocity with a false sense of untouchability as she watches the prophecy come true in spite of everything. 

That mostly summarized why I think she’s so well written, so let’s cover some evils she’s committed that I didn’t mention already. 

Pushes her childhood friend down a well because said friend knew about her prophecy (childhood)

Abuses her younger brother Tyrion and makes his life hell in general (childhood and throughout her life)

Orders that a little girl’s pet wolf be killed because a DIFFERENT wolf bit her son (who deserved to be bitten)

Holds said little girl hostage because she had been betrothed to her eldest son and allows him to abuse her horrifically. The betrothal is later broken but she continues to hold the girl as a hostage. When someone comes up with a plan to remove said girl from the castle to somewhere she’ll be safe and happy, she thwarts this plan and weds the girl to her brother Tyrion. She is 12. He is 25. 

Any time anyone inconveniences her even a little, she deals with them in a host of colorful ways. She might 1. Have them sent to the night’s watch, which is the lifelong community service option in a freezing and unforgiving region, offered as an alternative to execution 2. Simply have them murdered by one of them she’s sleeping with or 3. Offer them up to her favorite mad scientist for human experimentation 

Her bodyguard is killed by a terrible poison. A different family in the country wants his head because said bodyguard is more evil than Cersei (won’t get into it). She wanted her little mad scientist to save him, but 1. He couldn’t and 2. She needed to send the head. So she had his head removed and sent off but had her mad scientist fuse a helmet to his head and resurrect his body. This one is actually more badass than evil tbh

Is abusive towards her children in her efforts to control them to prevent the prophecy from being fulfilled

Orchestrates a complex plan to have the bride of her second son, the new heir to the throne, found guilty of adultery, which is treason when committed against the king, and executed (women cannot join the night’s watch). This involves a great deal of manipulation and torture

I think that covers it for Cersei’s greatest hits. She’s a tragic victim of misogyny and manages to be very sympathetic while also being loathsome for being so cruel and evil. She’s an incredibly complex character and definitely the most well-written evil female character I’ve encountered. 

Ballas:

This absolutely terrible awful man creates sooo many problems just because he REALLY misses his ex-wife. Who he killed because she wanted to not murder the children aboard the Zeroman 10-0. He torments his Ex's adopted children, manipulates a completely unrelated woman, Natah, into being a copy of his ex-wife, and then rats out his entire society to her dad (who is a massive evil robot) when she breaks up with him over the emotional abuse. Aside from that, he also forcibly mutated some random guy into a mute war machine and then forced that guy to kill his own family. And that's just the cliff notes of the backstory, we haven't even gotten to the actual events of the game yet!

Ballas first shows up to ''''''convince''''''' the player character's mother figure, The Lotus/Natah (it's a very long story), into going back to her shitty biological family. In reality, he manipulated and kidnapped her, but the player didn't realize this because of his gaslighting. The next time he shows up is after the player reconstructed Excalibur Umbra (the guy who had to kill his own son) where he gets way too cocky that the Tenno won't kill him. They do, specifically by giving Umbra the will he needs to impale him. Now, if Ballas was respectable, he'd die here, but instead, The Lotus/Natah shows up and gets him medical attention.

the next few cinematics are dubiously canon due to retcons, but what can be picked out is that The Lotus/Natah has been coming to her senses and has been avoiding him. Her brother, Erra, supposedly took over looking after him, but he's easily manipulated and is basically Ballas' cool little murder pet (It can be interpreted that part of why Erra was so easily manipulated was because he has a crush on Ballas that Ballas is using to his advantage, but Erra is also just kinda a pushover). At some point, Hunhow (Erra and Natah's father) starts to realize that Ballas' gross gaslighting and manipulation reflect how Hunhow treated his children, and Hunhow drops all contact with the murder robot forces, leaving Erra (and by extension Ballas) to inflict wanton damage and destruction. 

With Hunhow's loose moral code out of the picture, Ballas starts turning Natah into a living battery so that she's weak enough for him to properly manipulate her. He convinces Erra that it's for the best, and also starts taking over the Origin system with freaky mind-control masks. He forms Narmer, an empire based on mind control and a likely butchered version of the murder-robot's religion.  When the player comes to rescue Natah, he decides that now is the time to enact his sick sense of 'revenge' (that, might I remind you, is actually against a different woman that Natah NEVER EVEN KNEW) by making her watch him impale her adopted child before tossing them both into the Void.

luckily, an alternate version of the player character (there are alternate timelines in this game but that's unrelated) saves Natah from death and nurses her back to health. However, before she's fully recovered, Natah goes on a trama-fulled murder attempt, meeting Ballas on the mothership and attempting to kill him. It doesn't work, as Ballas gaslights and berates her into submission again, but the player character is here to remind Natah that hey, she really doesn't deserve to be treated like this, and also she ISN'T that woman that he killed and undefined amount of time ago! Finally, Natah is able to overcome his abuse and chuck his ass into the sun. during this scene, it's also revealed that he's going to use the sun to power a trip to the Tau Centi system and he somehow spins the imminent destruction of the sun (and therefore all life in Origin) into Natah's fault. This man is nasty. 

I hope this is the sort of awful blorbo you are looking for! Some of this is my personal interpretation of the game, but I swear the rest is canon and happens in-game.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Hunt for Tragedy: Chapter One

A lot can change in 7 months. Sometimes, it's good change. Sometimes it's bad. But for Scout, it's bad change.

7 months ago, Scout reunited with his father, who had left when Scout was a baby. And it would turn out his father was Spy, a sassy, irritable Frenchman and Scout's coworker.

Spy died only a week later, sacrificing himself to save his son and his teammates from an otherworldly beast.

But to the Administrator, the death was merely a waste of money. As she said, "mercenaries are expensive."

Miss Pauling talked her into giving everyone time off so she could find a replacement for Spy, as well as new mercenaries for BLU Team.

Time off was the last thing Scout wanted. Almost everyone would end up leaving the base, except for Pyro, Engi, Sniper, and Medic.

Scout returned to Boston with his older brother, Jonah Bidwell.

His last survivng family member.

Scout stopped answering his teammate's calls. He didn't want to hear the fake pity in their voices.

Sniper left messages for him.

But they started to get shorter, until 4 months had passed, and Scout got one last message from the Australian: "Call me back."

Scout didn't care that they stopped calling.

He's lost too much to care.

-

Jonah opens the bedroom door, and enters. Scout doesn't look as he enters, and pretends to be sleeping.

"Scout? I made breakfast." Jonah says. Scout can smell the pancakes, but says nothing.

"I know you're awake, Scout." Jonah pokes him.

"I'm not hungry. Fuck off." Scout glares at him.

"Don't lie to me." Jonah sits on the bed, snatching the pillow away. "I know I can't force you do to anything, but... at least eat the pancakes. It's Mom's recipe. Your favorite?"

Scout still says nothing.

"Why don't you call Sniper back?" Jonah asks.

"I don't want to talk to him." Scout sits up, irritated. "Can you go away?"

"In a minute, fine... but just listen for a moment, okay?" Jonah looks at Scout, his face serious. "I did a bit of digging about Spy's family. You had a half-sibling that died in 1941."

"Is that it?" Scout frowns. "You're my half sibling. Hell, every brother's a half brother--"

"There's more." Jonah cuts him off. "Spy's name was Jacques Murnau, and it turns out his family was really rich. They had a mansion in Paris. Jacques inherited the Murnau will after his parents and sisters were killed in a fire. And he passed that will onto you. Scout, you've inherited a fortune."

Scout stares at him in silent shock.

"What?"

"There's more according to the will, but it's located in Paris. If you want--" Jonah starts.

"We're going to Paris! As soon as freakin' possible!" Scout sits upright. "I gotta see this to believe it."

"Alright." Jonah smiles. "I'll call Miss. P and see what she can arrange. In the meantime, why don't you eat and take a shower? And... maybe call Sniper back."

"...alright." Scour nods, and Jonah leaves the room to let Scout eat.

-

Scout stares at the phone. He has to call Sniper. But would Sniper be willing to listen?

What would Scout even say? They hadn't talked in months.

With an ever-so-slightly shaking hand, Scout dials the number written on a piece of paper, and listens to the dialtone as somewhere many miles away, a phone rings.

"Hello?" An Australian voice asks, and Scout's voice catches in his throat.

He has to talk.

"Hey, Snipes." He says. "You wanna to go to Paris?"

---

I hope you like it! It isn't much, but Chapter 2 is being revised and edited currently! An IRL friend agreed to help me with writing by assisting with editing and serving as peer revision, so it might take a bit for every chapter to be released. But I hope you enjoyed! I'm almost done setting up a seperate blog (had some issues with making a new email to use), so that'll be up and working sometime this week!

THIS IS SO GOOD ANON!

I can't wait to see the new blog, thanks for keeping us updated:)

[yellowmagicalgirl]

she left me (I'm still here)

Coronabeth still can't believe that Ianthe left her. Gideon tries her best.

That's right, it's an Eberron AU for The Locked Tomb! This was written for Morike91 for the 2023 Battleship Exchange.

CW: references to canon-typical death and Coronabeth being suicidal

AO3

SquidgeWorld

“She left me,” Coronabeth said for the tenth time in the last hour. Gideon looked up from her rations to keep an eye on Corona. If Ianthe was here, then she could just have used her mark to cast Calm Emotions on her sister. If Ianthe was here, then maybe Corona wouldn’t be in yet another depressive spiral, a real one instead of one merely meant to manipulate. She hadn’t threatened to kill herself, just had several sobbing fits.

If Ianthe was here, then Coronabeth could have pretended to use the Mark of Handling on her right bicep to cast Calm Emotions on herself. But Ianthe wasn’t here. So many members of their party weren’t here. Ianthe had left with the two Radiant Cultists and had taken Harrow’s unconscious body with them. Palamedes and Naberius were both dead. Pal had been killed by the fiend that had been masquerading as Lady ir’Septimus. It sucked, really, since his life’s work had been to do what the halflings of House Jorasco had never been able to. Dulcinea had been long dead before they could have even tried. Camilhareth wanted to see if they could go to Dolurrh, to try and find Pal’s soul and maybe even the real Dulcinea’s too. When Corona had asked what they would do after they found Pal’s soul, Cam hadn’t been able to answer. It wasn’t like the party would be able to put Pal’s soul back into his real body, not after what Cytherea did to it.

Babs still had a body to resurrect. They just wouldn’t be able to find his soul, not unless they wanted to wait until it was potentially too late, and Pal’s soul had faded away. According to Ianthe, Naberius still lived on in the dragonmark she had stolen from him, or at least he would continue to until Ianthe had been able to absorb his soul and knowledge entirely. She now had two dragonmarks while her sister held none.

“How did you and Ianthe fake your mark?” Gideon asked before kissing Coronabeth on the forehead.

“We took the Test of Siberys together. Father wanted a matched set, and Ianthe gave him one. When she manifested her mark, she then used Prestidigitation to give me mine. Then she calmed the hippogriff while I used my strength to hold it down. Sure, she specializes in transmutation, but she’s always been good at illusions. She made my mark glow while making hers not. I later got it tattooed on.” Coronabeth sniffled. “And now, the next time we’re around an animal, everyone’s going to find out I’m a fraud. She left me.”

“I’m still here,” Gideon said as she placed her hand on top of her girlfriend’s.

“I know,” Corona said as her watery violet eyes met Gideon’s own. “But you’re not my sister.”

Author's Note: To dump some random setting notes:

Given that the Tridentarii are supposedly flesh magicians, I thought that either House Vadalis or House Jorasco would fit them, but I ultimately decided on Vadalis because I wanted them to be humans. Plus, I like the idea of Vadalis doing freaky experiments with dragonmarks more than I do Jorasco. They're both from Aundair, and so was Dulcinea.

Gideon and Harrow are both from Karrnath. Gideon is secretly an aasimar connected to the radiant idol known as Jod.

Naberius was, despite being from House Deneith AKA the fighter-iest house to fighter, a worse fighter than Gideon (who has probably multiclassed into paladin at some point) and Coronabeth (who is sticking to fighter).

Cam is a kalashtar from the line of Hareth. Given how kalashtar names are styled, I decided that changing her name to Camilhareth was a fitting choice.

[tsuki-sennin]

Meet Shinichi Saruhara~! He's just a small town boy... with a super wacky family life~! His parents look identical, his sister is caught up in a love triangle, and his delivery man is super hot~! All this and more on Meet the Donbros! Premiering Sunday, December 24th on ABC~!

Been far too long since we had a Shinichi focus episode, so I'm looking forward to this~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Ain't no breaks for the Donbros.

-Haruka-chan!

-C

-Chuwan?

-Is it like -chwan, the honorific Gaon uses to refer to humans/smol animals?

-Damn Saruhara, do you not work out?

-Oh, why'd you give Tsuyoshi the Hitler mustache hjlklhg

-Coupled with the glasses and combover, he gives me serious Bruno Ganz in Downfall vibes.

-TAROU WHAT WAS THAT

-Don Don Brothers!

-Okay so for this episode I'm watching the TV Anon subs, and they call it "Cringe Family" and... yeah <3

-"Yo, Kaito... are all of my beloved companions family? ...without me?"

-"Yes."

-Suzuki-san, you are rockin' that dress.

-Kameda Tsutomu.

-Of course, of course, this guy's our Hitotsu-ki!

-...did he scam an entire family out of nowhere?

-Soooo, Shinichi... what's your deal with this guy?

-Ohhhhhh, you're pulling a gigachad brain move.

-Good look scamming a dude with no money.

-I see the Professor's still beloved in his neighborhood :)

-Fake spiritualist... just like Kanedama from that Ep. 13 of Kakuranger. ...wonder if that's where we got his

-We had the boss lie for us~!

-Oh Jesus Christ, he followed us

-Oh here we go~!

-Outswindle the swindler.

-Good on Tsubasa for just like

-Instantly agreeing to help out.

-Damn, Sonoi.

-"What the dog doing with the shark?"

-Sonoza seems very proud of Murasame carving out his own path, how sweet :)

-"If the dog and the shark become friends... they must trigger some sort of game changing event."

-Aaaah, I see that smile too, Sononi~!

-Jirooooou~!

-Free Vegetables~!

-Daaaaaamn, Haruka, okay!

-Love how she picked both guys with girlfriends.

-"Look man, we're in too deep now, you gotta help us."

-While I do respect Haruka Saruhara establishing her right to date whoever however, I absolutely do not respect the way you worded that lmao

-"Hahaha, wow Tsubasa-san, we sure are the best rivals of all time, eh buddy~? Goku and Vegeta! Yusuke and Hiei! Deku and Bakugou! Naruto and Sasuke! Luffy and... I haven't really seen One Piece in a while, would you prefer to be Zoro, Ace, Law, Katakuri, or do you wanna pick for yourself?"

-"I might as well be Buggy, this is already humiliating enough."

-Everybody is haunted!

-Ah yep, classic cold reading.

-Stroganoff.

-Haruka I swear, if you actually had a cat named Stroganoff-

-Gave the poor thing a shoe hat.

-Miho-chaaaaan!

-"My older sister was born at a very young age. :("

-"And you'll get the spoon if you kill her off again!"

-Government assigned Dog. Tsubasa Inuzuka.

-Ooooooooh, Shurikeeeen!

-Dog...

-Ignored Jirou! How dare you!

-Scarecrow?

-That is a masterclass t pose, Beppu-san.

-...Shinichi fucking would t-pose without prompt.

-Tarou in da house!

-"I brought the meat."

-Oh I'm sure you did.

-Seems like Kameda is catching on.

-Imagine how much funnier it'd be if it cut off at "Tsubasa and I are dating".

-"Oh... good for you. I don't care."

-"Okaaaay, thank you for the meat, get the fuck out now, please~!"

-"I want meat."

-See, Tarou knows they're lying, but they don't know how they're lying.

-"Oh my God, Saruhara's mom is related to the salaryman!"

-Tarou is experiencing accidental neurodivergent-on-neurodivergent violence.

-Surrender your prized possession to be free of darkness!

-Haiku Meat.

-Worthless, worthless!

-"Noooooooooo, my dinner!"

-"Jesus Christ, fine I'll bring more meat, just calm down!"

-"Because reasons... It's quite alright Haruka, I think I understand."

-:)

-He only has death allergy hiccups

-Sometimes

-There's a demon.

-And his name is Momoi Tarou.

-Gotta know when to fold 'em, I guess.

-Ah nope, just straight up robbery!

-Made them think they're even crazier than

-Doggy man take an oolong nap :)

-"OH MY GOD THERE'S CRAZY PEOPLE AND MURDERERS IN THIS HOUSE!"

-HARUKA IJHKLHGH

-Tiger Jirou with the steel chair!

-Dead!

-GET HIS ASS SHINICHI!

-Himitsu-ki! You have been exposed for all from Earth to the farthest reaches of the Cassiopeia constellation to see! It's time for you to repent from your swindler's ways once and for all!

-Oh sure, kick a girl in naptime land, real nice

-Love this mix of the theme song btw

-Getting fired uuuuuuuup! Chozetsu Ninja!

-Time for the finale, it'd seem!

-Seiya seiya seiya seiya!

-25 points!

-Tsuyoshi ujhklhg

-Ah yep, time for the iconic Gorenger Hurricane!

-End Ball!

-Gotta build it all up!

-Oh no you don't!

-You ignored Jirou scammer man

-100 Point Shot!

-He has many things clinging to him indeed! They're called his companions~!

-And this cool robot bird he found.

-Get fucked!

-Awwwwww, Tarou :(

-Allegedly.

-Have a drink, shake your head.

-Poor Tsubasa, huh fellas?

-It's okay, he had a really fun time :)

-Shiina Naoki

-WAIT WHAT THE FUCK

-WHAT OKAY EVERYTHING'S HAPPENING THEN

-Most importantly for me, HARUKA'S USING OMIKOSHI PHOENIX YOU GO GIRL

-Well... I suppose I'll see you all next time, when Donbrothers does as it does

[bipolarisnotmyname]

The last time I published something in here I was 33. Now I’m 35, and a lot of things happened during the pandemic, and following.

First my grandmother (who mainly created me) passed away. I think this is a sugarcoating name. She died. I had my time, but barely grieved. My mother kept giving me high dosages of xanax. I suffered. Don’t get me wrong. She would be 100 now. She died 2 years ago (around the time I last wrote here).

I didn’t gave myself the job of supporting anyone’s grief at that time. I was struggling with suicidal thoughts. I was “cutting” myself emotionally. We all handled in our ways.

My sister tattooed my grandmother’s face on her. My brother joined a very strict Cristian religion. A week before a cousin of ours died. And that cousin lived in the same house my brother did. A huge mansion in a farm. So that one was specially hard on him. He cracked after my grandma’s death. Too much pain and loneliness I guess.

It didn’t stopped there. Still frustrated on university I ended up suspending 2 years of university. I know I shouldn’t. But when a professor starts to quote the bible in a scientific university there is something wrong. It kept going on a spiral.

Last December my godfather died. I didn’t grieved. I thought “it’s not about me.”. So I saw my family publishing things. 3 days later my cousin asked me to make her company on her friend’s beach house. Obviously I went. I gave her support. I gave my niece (her daughter) support. It didn’t really feel like it changed my life that much. Best case scenario I saw him 1 time a year. Usually not even saying hi to my boyfriend/husband. I tend to kill the importance of people when they start to judge me or disrespect me.

Other uncle died. Same thing. I passed by my aunt’s house, hugged her and my cousin and came home. He was better with me being gay, and actually knew my mother-in-law. So that part was nice. Again, no grief.

I’m still in the position I found myself 2 years ago. That’s called agoraphobia. The fear of going out, exposing yourself and panic attacks doing simple things. Again: white chocolate and cigarettes. And a lot of tv.

I got better in between. Made new friends, started to go out with a old friend (who I ended up having a fight with). I think those are just normal things in life. I used to care more. Now it’s “time for emotional killing”. Yes, I’m that rational.

Episodes of bipolar? Yes. I’m not gonna say it’s the worst. I had been downer. One of my antidepressants made me have a short manic episode. I stopped.

I fake amphetamines with lots of coffee. (I actually am drinking right now). It feels good. It feels like I’m 17 again. Too bad I’m not. If I could turn back time I would stopped doing the shit I did and started to have a more healthy life.

What I am mostly trying to say here is that we should all give time to be sad. I don’t mean “I wanna kill myself”. That’s depression. I mean sad and maybe miss and be aware that somethings passed by. And no. You can’t change that. It’s better than bad memories. Only go as far as it’s healthy for you. Cut people or habits that don’t work anymore.

Let’s try to stay positive, even inside of a depression. We know it will pass eventually.

[the-sound-ofrain]

okay, this seems like a huge prestige to be embraced by. lemme start doing what adrak wali behenji has told me to quickly :

My name's apollo(pen-name in English) or you may call me अय्यारी (pen-name in Hindi). I'm anonymous because I've always dreamed of being a shadow people fall in love with but will never be able to catch, although saying it kills the charm is okay.

I'm a teacher, a dancer, a singer, and a cricketer, and well, I'll stop by saying that I'm a poet. Poetry or shayari is something that is inculcated by my father's interest in reading vintage shayars and my mother's love of old Indian movies.

I was not aware of what Tumblr culture means, and being honest with you, I just started this for taking screenshots and posting them on Instagram because it felt really cool to me. After 2 years of being a Tumblr, I got to know Nikamma Bhaijaan, who shared some of my creations, and soon I got to know about Desiblr's cult.

I started writing poetry when I was 18–19, I guess, and it was because of my interest in any form of art, whether it was dance or poetry, to convey the vulnerable details we fail to speak. I started with micropoetry and quotes, stumbling, learning, and being backed up by my sisters with their fake appreciations. I reached a point where I felt, "Yes, I'm getting better at this.

I worked on my grammatical errors, started reading English poets from Renaissance periods to the creators during wars, and that changed my taste in writing poetry with just rhymes and working on different genres. I was introduced to Devnagri, Urdu, and Hindi in my childhood, so my taste buds never had a problem recognising that texture. I treat erotica as my favourite child because I'm a Sagittarian and i can't stop romanticizing every small moment that passes by.

I have a muse, and once I wrote to her, "Thank you for reincarnating romance in my poetry." I believe I was average, but her enigma made me a better poet. (Have you seen that part in Bahubali where Prabhas follows Tamanna and finally makes it to the zenith of the mountain, which he always dreamed of?) That's what she did to me.

My blog is a mixture of my demure photographic skills, nubile poems, and a kinky shade of me. So, it's basically a platform where I can post stuff without fear of being judged.

To be a part of such a responsive group, avid readers, naughty but pure heart, makes me feel special, and it's also overwhelming to be interviewed. You people never met me but made me feel like home.

So, that's me. Now, you know what APOLLO stands for. I manifest to become a poet who'll be recognised, fantasized and missed by the future generations. Every time i write , i write like a warrior who's writing his last poetry to his muse in the midst of death.

Thank you -

Man tu shudam, tu man shudi

(I have become you, you have become me)

Man tan shudan, tu jaan shudi

(I have become the body, you have become the soul)

Takas na goyad baad azeen

(so from now on nobody can say)

Man deegaram, tu deegari

(that I am someone, you are someone else)

- Amir Khosro.

Love, pyar, mohabbat, prem, ishq, Amore... there are many words to describe only one feeling... Which connects two hearts without any visible string. Dreamy right.

What is love? How does it feel to be in love? How love shapes you as a person?

Only in two ways we can find the answers of these questions, either we fall in love or listen to someone who is in love.

They say love knows no bounds. That is indeed true, we have seen it around us.

I love how people who are in love describe their love. They connect their love with moon, stars, reason to live. People cross limits in love. love is selfless, love seeks future but does not need it. Love is devoting yourself to that one person. We write romantic poetries on their lovers, how they love or want be loved.

Biggest example for this on tumblr is @the-sound-ofrain how he moulds his feelings into words, to define his heart throbbing poem can't be called beautiful poems. His magic of words is beyond our imagination. His poems should be a considered a great example for "This is what you feel when you are in love."

Yes, you're on point... Tonight's theme is love, ishq, mohabbat, prem, pyar whatever you call it in your language, if you are in love you will see that one face only. like i saw chai and chai is-

Your habbit of including chai in every single topic is going to be your end on gapshap. *says titli while pulling chai's ear*

Okay okay I will stop now *laughs nervously*

If you all have read our previous interviews you may know that this lit interview always starts with a rapid fire round.

So here it is... Tell our audience who are in search of great blogs about you.

What your blog is about?

How did you join tumblr?

What made you create such an amazing and one of the best poety blog?

Do you like being a part of desiblr and why?

Basically kundali dena zara apne blog ki. **till then let me finish my chai because does not matter how much you love her, you won't be able to win against my love for chai ** (feeling proud)

Momo be respectful with our guest and don't speak nonsense come here with me or this will be your last interview **says titli and dragging her to the side for a lecture.**

So guys keep your eyes on tonight's star and enjoy till I survive her taunts. I will see you soon. **Chai accepting her fate and ready for lecture.**

[drwhitefox]

What if Ninjago characters were in Star wars? What would be their backstories and the colour of their lightsabers?

1) Lloyd grew up in Planet Ninjago with Wu after Misako abandoned him at three. They lived on that planet until Wu senses that the earth was about to blow up by Darth Garmadon (him not knowing they’re there), and Wu and Lloyd leave to find the remaining Jedi, aka the ninjas: Green Lightsaber… obviously.

2) Cole and his parents lived as famous singers and dancers on the planet Shintorou. Lily was a Jedi (Blue Lightsaber) but was kicked out of the Jedi Order for attachment to Cole after his birth and marrying Lou. After Order 66 (Cole was eight at the time) and losing many friends, she promptly faked her death and returned to the Jedi way. Cole lived with the guilt of thinking he killed his mother due to her attachment to him. A Year Later, Lou dies from grief and Cole is adopted by the Mandalorians as Foundling: Jedi Mando with Green lightsaber but later Darksaber.

3) Kai & Nya are exceptional due to their parents being the people responsible for the creation of Jedi’s lightsabers and instructions on the Kyber crystals and its planet. Both Maya and Ray disappeared one day, forcing Kai to learn the ins and out of a lightsaber but never learn to master it. Nya was someone who wanted nothing but to have an adventure but being stuck on a lifeless planet that was under imperial made that impossible until they met Wu: Kai Blue Lightsaber and Nya Yellow Lightsaber.

4) Jay grew up as a sky pirate under Ed and Edna after Lib (Jay's bio mom who has a white lightsaber) left him on Tattoine but was quickly taken because that place is a shithole. His adoptive parents may not have been bounty hunters. Still, Jay is…:Blue Lightsaber and gangster-ass Blasters.

5) Zane grew up in Tatooine as far as he knew, as he had lost his memory and lived with his “grandma and grandpa”. In actuality, Zane was one of the younglings (8 years old) during Order 66. Dr Julien and (old ice elemental master, Idk his name) created Zane and his brother Echo (a toddler) using force as IEM was very strong in the Force. During Order 66, Zane was among the children that were being slaughtered. His head was hurt, and he got amnesia. For survival, IEM's the parents took him and ran like hell into Tatooine: Lightsaber is currently unknown.

6) Echo, however, does not know anything as he was taken into his aunt (Dr Julien’s sister) and uncle's wings to Ninjago as a toddler, thanks to Zane and his fellow younglings safely hiding him away from where no Clones could find him. Because of the sacrifice of his brother and the younglings, Echo’s aunt and uncle sheltered him like a princess. Later, when he got older, he realised he was force sensitive and tried to practice, but his aunt probated him. Seeing this as another attempt to shelter and hide him, he lashes out and begins looking for people like him and finds Darth Garmadon and begins training under him: Red Lightsaber.

I have no clue what i want to call this AU as. But i really love the idea of Ninjago in Star wars universe. Ngl Lloyd bit was hard because there so many similarities with Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker with Lloyd and Garmadon… it was painful. I might change Lloyds backstory later.

[jinxthequeergirl]

For Those You Lost

Simon Kalivoda x reader

Summary: you are forced to mourn for your friends and loved ones, and when you are given the chance to exact revenge, you don't hesitate.

Warning: SPOILERS FOR FEAR STREET 1666 basic horror violence, death, swearing, Implied that Heather was the Readers Older sister.

Consider this a short sequel to "As The World Caves in" in which i change the narritive so the reader is the one exacting revenge on Nick Goode

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You Wish you would have just died that night, even wishing you would have died in the hospital. Instead you where walking around while not only your sister but best friend person you loved where all dead.

Now you where expected to give a speech in front of the whole student body.

It was all fake, the Sunnyvaleiers didn't give a rats ass about your family and friends, they didn't care that you lost the first person you said "I love you too."

No. They where just there because they had to be.

Walking up to the podium seemed to move in slow motion, as everyones eyes followed you, some bored, some annoyed, others not even paying attention. Not a single one shared a mournful look with you.

"Hello fellow ShadySide students and Staff, and hello Sunnyvale." You started having to clear your throat to get rid of the tears that theatened to spill after catching a glimps of Simons Photo in the back.

"We are here today to mourn the loss of three people, Some of you knew them...most...didn't their names where Heather, My...sister,Kate and...And Simon...My bestfriends..." You looked up feom your crumpled note book paper and out intonthe sea of bored highschoolers.

Why hadn't you died that night?

Why hadn't you died in that hospital bed?

Why where you the one standing at that potium?

Why did you have to find the right things to say about your dead friends and family, When no one there would ever really know the truth?

Why?

Why?

Why!?

You froze the thought of Simons face right before he sacrificed himself for you flashing through your mind.

"I can't do this..." You muttered.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU! YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THEM! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!" everyone seemed to be intrested now that you where screaming. "FUCK THE NEWS TOO, SIMON AMD KATE WHERE MORE THEN DRUGGIES YOU ASS HOLES!"

You crumpled up the paper throwing it somewhere and storming off, brushing officer Goodes hands off of you as you did so.

That night seemed so far away, now your blood boiled more as you stepped on the gas of The stolen cop car after hearing what Deena had just discovered. "Y/n! Slow Down!" Josh warned.

"Y/n..." Deena said softly putting her hand on your shoulder. "We're gonna stop him." She said in a soft confident voice. "Damn right." You said slowing down just enough to not get the three of you killed, but kept going fast enough to reach Ziggy and Devise a plan.

In the mall the five of you worked hastily to set up the trap for Goode, Ziggy glanced up at you ever now and then before finally coming up beside you.

"I'm assuming you two where close?"

You glanced up at her before quickly looking back down to tie the knot you'd been working on. "Yea...you know...mom was...well it was complicated...Heather...Heather took care of everything for me....I...being alone with our mom now..." Ziggy placed a hand on your shoulder. "I get that..Listen If we make it out of this...and you ever need someone...I Wouldn't mind the company."

"Seriously?"

She nodded, before you could say anything Josh called out too you. "They're here!" Everyone turned to the doors seeinv the nightwing killer come in hastily. You caught sight of the axe in his hand and stared for a moment.

Ziggy grabbed your hand and pulled you behind her to hide. "Ready?" She asked.

You nodded and ran to your battle station.

Everything was going fine, the plan was working you felt confident This would work You Felt like Fred Jones or some shit.

Then he grabbed Ziggy, staining her Sweater With Deenas Blood making her a Target. "Fuck..." You looked over to Josh who shook his head no at you knowing what you where about to do.

You ignored him and took off sprinting across the mall floor to the two of them tackling them to the ground. "Run Ziggy! Run!" You Yelled As Goode now wrestled you.

You gabbed your elbow into his stab wound, causing him to cry out and let you go. You got up running to Ziggy and Josh waving you to them. you barely dodged the skull mask killer ripping the sleeve of your neon stained shirt as you slid under the store gate.

He crashed against it wiggling it attempting to get to you.

"Here have it!" You yelled pulling the hoodie off and sliding it under the gate.

"You ok?"

"Yea..." You panted watching Nick Goode run to an Exit door, Deena Not to far behind. "That shit, I'm going after them." You said.

"Hang on." Ziggy said. "You can't just go out there...they might try to stop you." She said gesturing to the swarm of killers.

"I'm not just letting her go alone!"

Everyone went quiet. "I have an Idea." Martin spoke up eyeing the water guns you carried.

"Hey!" Josh yelled catching the killers attention.

He pumped the water gun before shooting them, ziggy and martin joined him, with in seconds they turned to eachother and started attacking. "That should buy everyone some time." Josh said to you.

"Stay Alive!' You yelled before Taking off in the direction Deena went stopping to stoop down and yank the Night wing killers Axe from the ground.

You followed a trail off blood down the hall and around the corner. "Deena?" She jumped turning to you, ready to stab you. "What are you doing!? Go back!" She said taking your newly obtained weapon.

"No! No way!" You said.

"Listen Ever since the other night I can't help but feel like...like I should be dead too...I Wish I had Died On that Floor with Simon." You choked rubbing away tears. "But... Simon...Simon Sacrificed himself to make sure I was Still Alive And Goode? He killed my Fucking sister...he killed simon." You took the Axe back from Deena.

"So I'm coming with, And I'm going to make sure he gets what he Fucking deserves. " You bit out.

She stared at you for a moment before nodding.

"Then Lets Kill this Asshole." She said with a affirming look. You gripped the axe tightly in your hands as you followed behind her through the tunnled.

"Goode!" She yelled hoping to scare him out from whatever hole he was hiding in.

You stopped nudging her to show her the bloody hand print on the walls

"Where the hell are you coward?"

Something jumped out from the dark taking deena down. "Sam!" She cried as sam attempted to stangle her. You tried to pull the girl off but failed, something caught the corner of your eye. "Y/n...Goode...Go!"

You grabbed the axe and took off after him you got close enough to swing at his legs knocking him down. "Wait wait please..."

"Begging? You think I'm gonna show you mercy?" You asked pinning him down with your foot. "Did you show mercy to my sister? To my friend?" The man babbled hoping to find a way out of this.

"Thats what i thought." You raised the axe and brought it down on his chest.

"This is for Heather you fucking Dick!" "Cindy Berman, Sam and kate!" You cried chopping at him with each name.

You gripped it even tighter before bringing it down on him one more time "For Simon."

You stood above him panting making sure he was gone before you heard coughing. "Sam...Deena..." You ran back to where you left them and found them hugging. "It worked?"

Deena looked up at you with teary eyes. "It worked."

"Good...good lets get the fuck outta here." You said pulling both of them up.

That night seemed like a blur really, it still hurt not having the comfort of your sister or simon around.

But Ziggy was there for you like she promised.

"Hey, I have something for you." Ziggy said as you entered the door of her house.

"What is it?" You asked dropping your bag.

"Deena dropped it off, she wanted to give it to you but she had to get going."

She held out a red hoodie to you. "Where...how did..."

You took it from her holding it up. "She wanted me to tell you it was of course washed, like a lot." She laughed. You pulled it on wrapping it around yourself, it didn't smell like him anymore but that was ok.

[hey-dont-touch-that]

As Ice pick Joe’s only fan on here, it bothers me that no one talks about how he didn’t want to kill. Like did everyone miss how his hand shakes when he does kill?

Stop painting this 17 year old boy who escaped Communist Russia and is doing this to pay off his family’s gambling debt, doesn’t want to kill people. He uses an ice pick because it was cheap and hard to trace. He’s not a bad kid, just stuck in a shitty situation.

He hates his nick name. He has a offical name but no one uses this bc they only see this gangly 17 year old who can’t even afford a belt and has to pull up his father’s pants and his jackets has holes so he’s always chilly and his hair could use a trim but everyone thinks he’s too lazy to get one when in reality he’s counting how much money to send home and how much to buy bread for a week.

Even though winter is coming and he really needs a new coat, he sends his 5 year old sister a new doll.

And then he dies in one of the worst ways and he’s completely alone during his last breath. This kid with too-big hand me down clothes, who was a better parent to his younger siblings than his actual parents. This kid who raised himself and got burdened with his family’s problems, who kept pocket change and lived off bread and was forced to kill is dead. And no one came to his funeral.

But please continue arguing about the woman who faked her death🙄

[hannigramficrecs]

Newly Added Fics 5/16

Hello everyone, sorry again for the slight hiatus! I’ve replied to all the messages in my inbox (at least the ones that were sent to me before this past friday), so if you asked me something before that, be sure to check out my replies!

As usual, I’ve emboldened the fics I really liked and italicized the ones that are incomplete.

Looks Like Love by luvkurai [words: 5,987] — (AU)

After his sister's wedding, Will kisses his childhood housekeeper (and first love).

Betrothed by slashyrogue [words: 3,932] — (AU)

In one month he would marry a total stranger.

Titan Arum by ProxyOne [words: 64,614] — (AU)

Will is a botanist, working in the greenhouse of the local Botanical Gardens. He is getting his life back on track after his divorce, but he can't help but notice someone who keeps coming back to his greenhouse to draw, day after day. A man who seems to have been paying very close attention to him...

Find Me In The Dark by Rising_Phoenix [words: 40,131] — (AU)

After a fateful accident, the marriage of Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter has reached its end. Grief and the inability to stop them from falling apart has brought an irreconcilable distance between the formerly deeply devoted couple. While Hannibal is apathetic towards his husband, ignores him, and is withdrawn, Will has started an affair with fellow teacher Francis and drowns his desperation in more and more alcohol. 

Light of All Lights by whiskeyandspite [words: 20,377] — (AU)

Dracula-like fic without any of the vampires

The Stage Just For You by CarnivalMirai [words: 6,494] — (AU + Age Gap)

Will has landed himself the role of Odette for world-famous choreographer Hannibal Lecter's rendition of The Swan Lake.

There Will Be Bells by Entropyrose [words: 36,639] — (A/B/O)

In Georgian England, male omegas are very rare diamonds. Baron and Baroness Graham have a plan to build their wealth and social status by offering their son Will's hand in marriage to a mysterious older Duke, an Alpha named Lord Hannibal Lecter. Will's personal feelings need not apply.

Alpha Mart by slashyrogue [words: 63,164] — (A/B/O)

Will needs an alpha. After years of fake knots, half-assed suppressants, and his own damn hand during heats he’s reached the end of his rope. He doesn’t do dating so he decides to waste his life savings and hype with the current trend. Alpha Mart.

Enchanted By Your Name by CarnivalMirai [words: 9,207] — (A/B/O + PWP)

“Now, my husband would prefer it if I got the job done quickly.” He says, slashing down the back of each gag as he passes each man, watching as the silk falls gracefully to the floor. “However, I want to have some fun. Considering you’ve troubled my husband so much… it’s only fair, right?” One of the men whimpered fearfully. Or: The name "Will Graham" is a name you'll only ever hear once.

I've Been Building Black Ships by cloudsarefluffy [words: 8,116] — (A/B/O + AU)

Alpha Hannibal moves to the States with his sister Mischa after being overtly done with the fancy life of a count, and his blind omega neighbor gives him an insight into love that he never quite expected.

A Rare Find by hit_the_books [words: 5,379] — (A/B/O + AU)

Life as an omega bookseller can be quite lonely. However, as the owner of Graham’s Books, Will Graham is reasonably content. That is until he meets—long-time customer and crush—Doctor Hannibal Lecter in person for the first time. Attraction blossoming between them both, Will agrees to a dinner date with the good doctor.

We All Have a Hunger by 1ntothew1ld [words: 12,260] — (A/B/O + Age Gap)

Hannibal will ensure a properly slow and painful death for an alpha who allowed a beautiful young omega to go to waste as this one has. Too skinny for his own good, a stuttering and humble mess. The likes of the omega in front of him belonged at Opera houses and in million-dollar mansions, not scrounging for his next meal. Meek and afraid in some disheveled row house. When he finally looked back up the alpha had to conceal the utter punch to the stomach that meager glance was, blue eyes full of innocence but also hunger.

The Doctor Is In by Kummerspeck7 — (A/B/O + PWP)

Will nearly scoffed. "You can't expect me to believe you'd want anything other than a delicate flower to adorn your side, keep your ostentatious home, bare you the exact number of children you want--No more, no less-- all while being available at your whims." "Not at all." Hannibal disagreed. "I would no more put a wilting flower in my home than in a bouquet given as a gift. Tell me, Will, is that how you are treated? Forbidden from work, cloistered inside and used at Mr Brown's discretion?" "My Alpha's discretion." Hannibal looked pointedly at the curve of Will's neck, free from a single scar. "Not yet he isn't."

Teenage Wildlife by writtenbyizzy [words: 10,163] — (Age Gap + Sugar Daddy)

While reluctantly prowling Grindr for a sugar daddy to pay for his dog Bean's vet bills Will comes across Hannibal, and gets far more than he bargained for.

Just As Poised As I Remember by CarnivalMirai [words: 5,721] — (Age Gap + School)

When Will was in high school he had an incredibly handsome psychology teacher-- tall and sharp with a thick European accent. And now, a decade later, said psychology teacher-turned psychiatrist... just swiped right on him.

We Can Chase the Dark Together by K_R_Closson [words: 16,615] — (Fantasy)

Will tips him and Hannibal off the cliff. Instead of hitting the water, he wakes up in his bed, several years in the past. His first, and only, priority is to find Hannibal again.

We Killed a Dragon Last Night by inameitlater [words: 88,150] — (Fantasy)

Will remembers falling. He wakes up months before Jack got him to work for him. Months before he met Hannibal for the first time. Free from his past he decides to change events and meet Hannibal again.

My Only Constant Is You by TheSilverQueen [words: 25,369] — (Fantasy)

Hannibal Lecter is an immortal who can never die. Will Graham is a time traveler who can never stay in one place. Perhaps that is why they are perfect for each other.

Motinos Kalba by Lyla_Joy [words: 6,040] — (Fluff)

Five times Hannibal Lecter spoke Lithuanian on accident and one time he meant too.

You Make Me Feel (Good) by sourweather [words: 7,190] — (Fluff)

Will Graham has sensory issues. The world gets too loud, he gets overstimulated easily, but most of all he hates being touched. He never expected someone to work so hard to make him comfortable, to be so patient with him.

Pick Me Up by sourweather [words: 6,053] — (Fluff)

Will doesn't go to bars much. He doesn't end up needing a ride home much. But when he does get drunk, he always wants to ask Hannibal to pick him up.

Hard to Get by JSinister32 [words: 5,561] — (Jealousy)

Will and Hannibal had been broken up for six months. When confessions are made during a work function, can they find it within themselves to forgive?

Polar Opposites by Lyla_Joy [words: 19,513] — (Kidnapping)

“Says the cannibalistic serial killer who knocked me out and is now holding me hostage,” sassed Will. The Ripper didn’t smile but his eyes crinkled in the corner. “Please call me Hannibal.”

Fate Is A Keen-Eyed Hound by LydiaFearing [words: 5,890] — (Mischa)

Hannibal may be a successful, charming psychiatrist but Mischa worries that her brother is lonely so she gifts him a puppy. Hannibal reluctantly falls for his little dog but wants to get involved with time-consuming FBI work and not just anyone can be allowed to look after his pet. Luckily, Alana can recommend a boarding kennel in Wolf Trap.

The Significant Other: The Will and Hannibal Edition by house_of_lantis [words: 18,431] — (Murder Husbands)

After their terrible and abrupt break up, Will and Hannibal attempt to maneuver through their social circles, side step ongoing gossip, and deal with the fact that Will knows the truth of Hannibal. Through impossible odds, Will and Hannibal do find their way to each other again.

Dancing with the Beast by proser [words: 86,347] — (Murder Husbands)

In order to catch a mediocre serial killer, Will must pose as Hannibal's date for a series of pretentious social events. Hannibal is dramatic and jealous as ever, and Will is having a great time without the encephalitis. Of course, it's a love story.

Arriving at the Crossroads by HigherMagic [words: 7,558] — (Mpreg)

"You haven't been my psychiatrist for a long time," Will echoes. "But you've been my friend. You've helped me. With…" He gestures vaguely to his head. "When my brain was on fire. On consults. When it's dark and I need a guiding light." "It pleases me very greatly to be a source of comfort and reassurance for you, Will," Hannibal says. "I have wanted to be that for you, for a long time."

The Hanged Man by justhavesex [words: 13,076] — (Mpreg)

Will Graham had never wanted children before, but he had never considered it to be a consequence of his omegan brain not finding anyone worthy, but the moment he had met Hannibal Lecter he had been filled with want. In which a dinner party one-night stand results in a pregnancy that changes Will's entire life.

I Don't Even Like Lana Del Rey by perpetuallycaffeinated [words: 4,328] — (PWP)

The tension and low thrum of arousal were making Will speak impulsively. He knew this, but he’d just finished his drink. There was nothing he could use to stop the question, blunt and presumptuous and rude. “So, what, you’re my daddy?”

A Bad Combination In The Dark by perpetuallycaffeinated [words: 1,957] — (PWP)

When a nerve wracked Will Graham accidentally cuts his hand on Dr. Lecter's letter opener, things quickly get out of control.

The Best Bait by sourweather [words: 3,327] — (PWP)

Will is a good fisherman, he knows which bait to use for his catch. Will seduces Hannibal at a party by being sexy.

Whimsy by justheretoreadhannibalfics [words: 3,001] — (School)

Doctor Hannibal Lecter is standing in as a teacher while Professor Graham is out of town on a case. The students start to kind of like him, and become very invested in his love life.

Callipygian by ProxyOne [words: 2,260] — (Season 1)

Hannibal has a lot of sketches of Will, which he normally keeps safely away. One day though, Will shows up unexpectedly and Hannibal is caught unawares, and unprepared.

L'appel Du Vide by sourweather [words: 5,413] — (Season 1)

Will is hiding things from his coworkers. From himself. But Doctor Lecter knows.

Friends Don't Frame Friends: A Lesson for a Clueless Cannibal by LadyFelixTristis [words: 5,041] — (Season 1)

Ear? What ear? Will Graham doesn’t try to thwart Hannibal Lecter’s plans for him. He just does. By accident. And then on purpose.

For All My Pride, You Were the Fall of Me by nobetterlove [words: 13,212] — (Season 2)

After being released from the BSHCI, Will grabs the dogs he can't live without and leaves without a trace

Letters to God by CarnivalMirai [words: 4,698] — (Season 3+)

Will writes letters to Hannibal every day after his incarceration. But they never make it.

Blankets, Coffee Cups, and Christmas Morning by sourweather [words: 6,352] — (Season 3+)

Hannibal wants to enjoy the domesticity. The love, the closeness, the being Known. But something about his life with Will makes him want to lash out.

All These Fictionary Tales by ProxyOne [words: 18,492] — (Season 3+)

After the fall, Hannibal is presumed dead. Will has been declared dead. But Will isn't willing to believe that Hannibal would just abandon him like that 

Seduction by BloodunderMoonlight [words: 7,086] — (Season 3+)

“For fuck’s sake, Hannibal.” Will glared at him, brimming with wrath he had only seen behind Will’s gun. He had no doubt Will would draw out a knife from beneath the duvet or pillows, but clearly words were enough to make him gobsmacked—“Are you a fucking virgin or monk? If all these can’t get you to bed then I don’t know what can.” Hannibal stood gaping at Will.

Blood, Cedar and Dog Hair by sourweather [words: 3,351] — (Season 3+)

Something terrible happens while Hannibal is in prison. Something he never prepared for.

Hidden Potential by sourweather [words: 20,789] — (Soulmates)

The first time you make eye contact with your soul mate, you see a vision of their greatest accomplishment. They call it your Peak. Unfortunately for Will Graham, his soul mate's Peak is a vision of blood and horror. Fortunately for Hannibal Lecter, his soul mate's is too.

Karoliai by slashyrogue [words: 4,577] — (Sugar Daddy)

Will works at a jewelry store. He has worked there for three months and sold less than any other person there. His boss tells him to sell something by the end of the day or he may not have a job tomorrow. If there was one thing Will hated more than having to talk people into buying jewelry they didn’t need, it was trying to do it two days before Valentine’s Day.

[daenerysstormreborn]

Propaganda (I am the submitter this is my ASOIAF blog):

Content warning for discussion of sexual abuse, incest between adult siblings, domestic abuse, and misogyny.

To be clear, I am only talking about Cersei as she exists in the book series, not in Game of Thrones.

Here’s the short version. Long version under the cut.

A sympathetic victim of misogyny in a way that modern real women will find relatable despite her living in fake medieval times with magic

Despite being a sympathetic victim, she’s loathsome and unquestionably a villain

Has people exiled, murdered, tortured, and made victims of human experimentation for as little as being inconvenient for her plans

Driven by love for her children and desire to protect them but ends up being abusive in an effort to control them

Thinks she’s the grandest mastermind in the world and feels completely untouchable only for her plans to fall apart catastrophically

Cersei is perhaps one of the best female villains of all time as far as writing goes. Her story is sad and uncomfortably realistic even for real women in the current age. She’s the twin sister of Jaime Lannister. Growing up, they looked so similar that they could even trade places. Cersei always saw them as two halves of one person. Until they hit puberty and everything changed and she was confronted with the reality of being female. She believed herself to be the smartest and most competent of her siblings but was continuously treated as lesser by her father and others because she’s female. Her fate was to be wed to a man of her father’s choice. This turned into a bitter kernel of envy that permeates Cersei’s entire being. She envies the privileges awarded to men and desperately wishes to prove that she’s better. She idolizes her father, once one of the most powerful men in the country and perhaps the most brilliant strategist in the series, despite his mistreatment of her. She’s promised a marriage that actually does excite her only for the father of her would be groom to unexpectedly reject the proposal. She watches as this man is wed to another woman. And then, on top of that, she watches as this man falls in love with a third woman and starts a massive war that ends in the deaths of the would be groom, his wife and kids, the third woman, and his father, ending the reign of his family.

Finally she is married off to the man who killed her would be groom and assumed the throne. He was handsome. She was the queen now. She could have loved him. But on their wedding night, when they got into bed, he whispered the name of… the third woman, the Helen of Troy. She hated him, and he hated her. He was never gentle with her. Her physically abused her. He was a wretched king. Cersei knew she would be a better ruler so she envied him too. And she couldn’t understand for the life of her why he would hurt her. That tormented her. It all tormented her. Here she is, a woman who is said to be the most beautiful woman in all the land, desired by all, and yet love escapes her. Here she is, cunning and intelligent, yet she can never hold the same positions of power as her twin or her father, just because she happens to be female. And she desperately wants to understand why. Once her husband is dead and their kids (not really her husband’s kids; their father is Cersei’s twin brother) are too young to truly rule, she grasps at the power she’s been deprived of all her life in every way she can. She sleeps with a female friend of hers and hurts her intentionally, trying to understand what her dead husband felt, why he hurt her, but gets no thrill out of this.

She uses her charm as a way to try to reach for this power. Because she cannot be a man, she views being a beautiful woman a consolation prize. She sleeps with at least three men to manipulate them into getting what she wants but fails to realize the position of vulnerability this puts her in until it’s too late and it becomes one of the things that undoes her. She fails to realize that appealing to the sexual desires of men does not actually empower her, which so beautifully parallels the struggles many modern women, at least in the US experience.

The true tragedy of her desperation is that she has a sense of inevitability about it. She received a prophecy as a young girl that has loomed over her head ever since. She was told that she would be queen, but that all of her children would die, that there would come a younger and more beautiful queen who would take away all that she holds dear, and that her ultimate demise would come at the hands of her little brother (which could be her twin as she was born first, or Tyrion, their other brother). She goes to extreme lengths and uses the power she’s attained (or thinks she’s attained) to prevent this from happening, growing increasingly desperate as her first child dies at the hands of Tyrion (or so she thinks), with her actions becoming more and more extreme, committing atrocity after atrocity with a false sense of untouchability as she watches the prophecy come true in spite of everything.

That mostly summarized why I think she’s so well written, so let’s cover some evils she’s committed that I didn’t mention already.

Pushes her childhood friend down a well because said friend knew about her prophecy (childhood)

Abuses her younger brother Tyrion and makes his life hell in general (childhood and throughout her life)

Orders that a little girl’s pet wolf be killed because a DIFFERENT wolf bit her son (who deserved to be bitten)

Holds said little girl hostage because she had been betrothed to her eldest son and allows him to abuse her horrifically. The betrothal is later broken but she continues to hold the girl as a hostage. When someone comes up with a plan to remove said girl from the castle to somewhere she’ll be safe and happy, she thwarts this plan and weds the girl to her brother Tyrion. She is 12. He is 25.

Any time anyone inconveniences her even a little, she deals with them in a host of colorful ways. She might 1. Have them sent to the night’s watch, which is the lifelong community service option in a freezing and unforgiving region, offered as an alternative to execution 2. Simply have them murdered by one of them she’s sleeping with or 3. Offer them up to her favorite mad scientist for human experimentation

Her bodyguard is killed by a terrible poison. A different family in the country wants his head because said bodyguard is more evil than Cersei (won’t get into it). She wanted her little mad scientist to save him, but 1. He couldn’t and 2. She needed to send the head. So she had his head removed and sent off but had her mad scientist fuse a helmet to his head and resurrect his body. This one is actually more badass than evil tbh

Is abusive towards her children in her efforts to control them to prevent the prophecy from being fulfilled

Orchestrates a complex plan to have the bride of her second son, the new heir to the throne, found guilty of adultery, which is treason when committed against the king, and executed (women cannot join the night’s watch). This involves a great deal of manipulation and torture

I think that covers it for Cersei’s greatest hits. She’s a tragic victim of misogyny and manages to be very sympathetic while also being loathsome for being so cruel and evil. She’s an incredibly complex character and definitely the most well-written evil female character I’ve encountered.

Cersei Lannister from A Song of Ice and Fire, if she hadn’t been submitted yet. Propaganda to come soon

In!

[pcvensies]

*.• Si vis amari.

I. The Moon.

in which 18 year old gojo satoru is left in charge of 6 year old fushiguro megumi, with the help of 17 year old nanami suki (oc).

word count: 2180

0. Prologue | II. The Sun

Suki listened from the kitchen, as the white haired boy explained the story to her brother, sat at the dining table.

The kid, Fushiguro Megumi as he had explained, waited patiently for his dinner in the living room, watching TV with fake interest, ears fixed on the conversation that was taking place in the other room.

The blonde girl poured the boiling water in the pan, hard noodles floating on it, and she turned around to the boys, lower back resting against the kitchen.

Satoru looked at her, trying to decipher her expression, while Kento simply sighed, rubbing his temples with his index fingers.

“So you killed a man, and he put his kid’s life in your hands to, what? Mentor him?”, the blonde asked, as his sister remained quiet.

Suki disconnected from their conversation, trying to process everything she had heard. The Zenin’s were not good people, that she knew. And if that kid’s father had denied them, and dirtied their name, Fushiguro wasn’t safe with them. But why put the responsibility on Gojo? Wasn’t that man meant to kill him?

She sighed softly, humming as she turned around and stirred the noodles, adding a small packet of spices on top.

Fushiguro Toji. She was sure she had heard it before, somewhere. Perhaps in class, or training with the older students? She couldn’t remember. But if his death wish had been for Gojo to protect his kid, it was to respect, right? As crazy as it was. But would the kid be actually safe? Was an eighteen year old the best option to raise a kid? Eighteen year old Gojo Satoru, of all eighteen year olds?

However, the question that mattered the most to her was why now. From what he had said, Fushiguro senior had died a year or so ago. Why take the kid now? What had been the inflexion point?

“Dinner’s ready”, she finally said.

Gojo frowned, eyes back on her. He couldn’t hear any kind of emotion through her voice. He had no idea what she was thinking, and it angered him. Suki always had had that ability, to turn it off and simply don’t feel, to hide her thoughts.

Kento got up from his chair, getting two plates, one for the kid and one for the white haired boy, and Suki walked to the living room.

“Eavesdropping is bad education, you know?”.

The kid looked at her with a plain expression, and the blonde girl sighed, waiting for him to walk to the kitchen. The kid sat next to Kento, and in front of Satoru. Suki took the plates that had been left next to the stove, and served two rations, handing one to the kid, and another to Gojo, who looked up at her with an eyebrow raised.

Nanami simply rolled her eyes, her hand on the back of his head turning it to look at the plate, a silent sign for him to just eat. She could tell he hadn't had dinner either.

Kento looked at his sister with that look, and Sue sighed softly, looking back at him with that other look. To the boys, it didn’t mean anything, but the Nanami’s were having a conversation just with their eyes.

“So…”, the girl cleared her throat, moving her eyes from her brother to Satoru, “Are you taking him to the school tonight? To sleep, I mean”.

“Not sure how our dear sensei would react to that. I’ll figure something out”, he said unimportantly, looking at the kid, “Pretty sure I can find somewhere for him to stay until I know how to tell Yaga about him”.

Satoru didn’t really want to have that talk, if he was honest. He knew what Yaga would say already, and it wasn’t something he wanted to hear. In fact, Kento had also said what he thought he would: that it was crazy, and irresponsible. But Suki, she hadn’t said anything. Her behavior around the kid was careful, with respect, but informal.

If he didn’t know her, he’d say she was angry. But it was something else, he just couldn't put his finger on it.

“He can stay here tonight. And you should too”.

He looked at the girl, then at Kento, and chuckled softly.

“You worried we’ll end up sleeping in the streets, Nanami?”.

“No. I’m worried you’ll end up dead in a ditch, and him with the Zenin’s. Plus, it’s Christmas vacation, tell Yaga you’re celebrating with us and will go around just to train”.

“I can defend myself quite right, thank you, I don’t need—”.

The sound of Suki’s punch hitting the table silenced the boy, and the blonde girl sighed softly, calmly even, closing her eyes and opening them slowly.

“I wasn’t asking, Satoru”.

The white haired man clenched his fists under the table, looking at the short girl with a serious face. Kento looked at her too, eyes opened with surprise at the sudden first name usage from his sister, and her very clear (to him, at least) worry.

“Fuck off, Suki”, the blue eyed boy said, getting up, and looking at her. But his expression soon changed, and he chuckled softly. “I’m sleeping with Nanamin, ‘cause that attitude you have today? Huh-uh, no thanks”.

Suki’s face changed at his words too, a smile cracking up as she rolled her eyes, and picked up the now empty plates, as her brother turned to the white haired boy.

“Excuse me, no, the hell you’re not. You get the carpet, and because I feel bad enough for you already”.

“Nanamin… don’t argue with me, not in front of the kid…”, the boy replied, pouting at Kento, and the blonde rolled his eyes, a small smile plastered on his face.

Suki left both plates at the sink, and told the two boys to go look for a movie to watch. They both looked at her, then at each other, then at the kid, and nodded understandably.

Megumi was annoyed. He didn’t want to be there, he wanted to go away and get as far away from that white haired tall baby as he could. Gojo was loud, extra, and incredibly annoying. He didn’t need Gojo to take care of him, nor whoever Yaga was. But something about the twins, Suki and Kento, made Gojo a little less annoying.

They didn’t look at him with utter admiration like the people on the streets did, girls and boys turning their heads his way and Megumi’s. They spoke to him like he was just another person, ignoring any kind of honorifics or respect, even when they seemed to be younger.

“He can be really stubborn when he wants, right?”.

The girl spoke, and Megumi looked her way, his blank expression never changing.

“Yeah”.

“Not much of a talker, huh? It’s okay, silence is okay with me”.

She gave him a sweet smile, and started cleaning the dishes, her back to the kid. She hummed a little song as she did, and Megumi felt his eyes start to get heavy, some silence finally forming around him. He hadn’t realised how tired he actually was until now, arms warm and stomach full.

He looked around slowly, eyes landing on various pictures displayed on the cabinets and bookshelves. Lots of pictures of the twins, from when they were his age, to their tenth birthday, to them now. A picture in which he could recognise Gojo, with another two girls and another boy seemed to be hidden behind a flowerpot.

“Do you want to go to sleep now, or later, Fushiguro?”, the girl asked, and he shrugged, trying to hold a yawn, “You can have my bed, and I’ll take the couch. Kento will lend you some old pyjamas to sleep on, too, and you can go to sleep or come watch the movie with us, okay? Your choice”.

She seemed like a genuinely cool person to the kid. She didn’t let Gojo’s arrogance put her down, nor did she allow him to let it get over his head. She spoke surely, without any shame to take charge of the situation.

But she wasn’t scary, or rude. Not even cold. At the same time, she seemed sweet. Allowing him to choose for himself, lending her room, and not forcing him to talk. There wasn’t a trace of condescension on her voice as she spoke to him neither, having a conversation like she would with anyone her age.

When she finished the dishes, she picked a glass from a cabinet, and filled it with water.

Megumi followed her around the apartment, his school backpack hanging from his shoulder, the sweater she had given him now folded in his arms.

Suki’s room wasn’t very big, but it was cool. She had Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling all over the room, and a long desk, between the window and the bed, with lots of books and a computer. There were also many little plants around, and a big mirror next to the window, framed with many polaroids of her and her brother and friends, but also of plants, street animals, and sunsets.

One of the walls was the color of wine, as were the bed sheets and the windowsill, and the other three were covered in lots of posters and more pictures. There were even some plants and vinyls hanging from the walls.

“Okay, wait here”, she interrupted the silence, as Megumi continued to explore with his eyes.

The closet was inside the wall, white wooden doors contrasting against the dark paint, as were the bedframe and the desk.

“Here”, she said as she came back, handing him the small pyjamas, and leaving the glass of water in the nightstand, “When you’re ready, you can sleep or come with us, in the living-room, okay?”.

The dark haired kid nodded, taking the things from her hands and sitting in the corner of the bed, still looking around the walls, reading the posters.

“If you need anything, just call me, alright?”.

He nodded again, and Suki gave him a little smile, and turned around to leave the room, already regretting allowing the boys to choose the movie, when the kid finally answered:

“Thank you, Nanami-chan”.

( . . . )

“God, that was scary”, Kento complained, picking up the empty soda cans from the table as Suki turned off the TV, stretching out on the couch, as Satoru´s head rested on her shoulder, “I can’t believe he fell asleep with your yelling”.

Suki chuckled softly, shaking the man next to her as her brother walked to the kitchen to throw everything away, then went to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Gojo groaned, sitting up and yawning, and rubbed his eyes.

“You cool?”, the girl asked, and the blue eyed boy nodded, giving her a smile as he rested his head back on the couch, facing the ceiling.

“Long ass day, it’s tiring always being the coolest person in the room”.

Suki chuckled, getting up, and Satoru pouted at the sudden cold by his side. The girl walked to the bookshelf, picking up a copy of Verne’s “Journey to the Center of the Earth”, and opening it to reveal a small box of cigarettes.

The white haired boy chuckled at her, sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, and Suki sent him a serious look, not wanting her brother to hear.

She walked to a glass door, moonlight coming through it and lighting up the room, and she opened it with one hand, as she lit the cigarette with the other. Gojo watched her silently, her small frame walking out to the small balcony.

Suki was a confusing person to most of the people, but she was pretty easy to read once she opened up. Satoru knew she was worried, he had finally realised what the emotion was when she sat next to him for the movie, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder. She could tell he was tired.

“Are you okay, ‘toru?”.

Her voice hung on the room for a minute, Gojo’s heart jumping at the first name basis again. She knew he wasn’t, and she was giving him the chance to talk about it by asking directly.

But he wasn’t ready, not yet.

The boy got up from his comfortable place on the couch, and walked slowly to the balcony. Suki was sitting on the floor, legs hanging outside of the surface between the handstand’s bars. Gojo settled next to her, legs crossed and blue eyes locked on the moon, as he held his weight with his arms behind his body.

His fingertips brushed against the girl’s, and he looked down at her. The blonde girl was looking up too, but not at the moon. Her honey eyes squinted lightly, trying to distinguish the stars.

She wasn’t the biggest fan of physical touch, he knew, so he left his hand there, allowing her to make whatever next move she pleased.

Gojo smiled at the weight of her head against his shoulder, just like he had done before, acknowledging the trust Suki had on him, and her intention of supporting him.

She was like that sometimes, she never made anyone speak, or tell her what they didn’t want to word out. She simply offered her presence, and a pure, genuine understanding.

“You cool?”, asked the boy this time, eyes fixed back on the sky.

“Very. Stars look better from this angle, just that”.

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