#he survived btw appearently hes fine now

[cryptid-on-a-string]

my marine biology teacher has a giant colorful inflatable hammer that he keeps in a closet, and he uses it for bonking students on the head when they fall asleep in his class

[bitsbug]

good evening rainworld community. look at my ocs NOW

YOU CAN ASK THEM QUESTIONS BTW. please do I’ve been marinating them for months. finely cured.

multiple paragraphs introducing each under the cut !

Curtains Drawn Over Bone - he/him

The first of my iterators, and frankly the most developed. Curtains is incredibly young for an iterator, made at the tail end of the last generation, and was subject to some.. negligent planning during his construction. He was placed in an area of dubious rain quality and worse ground stability; the conditions were considered acceptable back then, but millions of cycles later that's no longer the case.

 Despite this glaring issue, he's been handling it better than you'd expect. Having recognized the long-term affects of his placement early on, Curtains took an interest in maintenance and optimization in order to survive, completely disregarding the Great Problem. He's broken some taboos in the process, and surprisingly didn't contract rot while doing it. His efforts have paid off with a suite of purposed organisms and a significantly more advanced, upgraded facility.

 Some things would be impossible to address, though. Despite his best efforts, erosion and earthquakes now threaten to topple his can; something he's scrambling to fix.

 Curtains is generally regarded as a finicky, flighty person by his group. He's a recluse and a workaholic, driven by some desperate ferver to avoid the worst. When he does appear in chatrooms, he seems constantly wound up, often vanishing as quickly as he arrives. He was like this long before his current situation. But do not mistake his nervousness for ineptitude, because Curtains is very meticulous and dedicated in his endeavors, backed by his thorough understanding of iterator anatomy and a genuine passion for his work.

Twenty Taken in Vain - they/them

The only iterator in this damn group who isn't a social recluse. Built in the golden age of the Ancients, a time of prosperity and uneventfulness, TTiv found their place in the bustling global communities of their kin. They're of the belief that research is best done collaboratively, and constructed their workflow around this frame.

But, really, they never much cared for that work or their purpose. Devoting themself to tireless research for something likely impossible just wasn't a good use of time, nor did they find the process very interesting, so they sought to fulfill their life in less desolate ways. As much as a sentient, static building is able to, at least.

In particular, Twenty Taken in Vain pursues a variety of art forms! There's a critical lack of artwork made with iterators in mind (While interesting to discuss, most Ancient books can be read in less than a second for example), so they seek to fill that gap. Their main passion is literature, but they do dabble in many other subjects, such as digital painting, textile weaving, 'false memory' qualia fabrication, and DMing a tabletop roleplaying game for their local group.

Their social proclivities haven't served them well in recent years, because the global communications decay has left them more isolated than ever before. Losing contact with multiple close friends has drained them of motivation, and made them fearful of losing those they do have left. Imagine like, depression but on a supercomputer scale.

In personality, TTiv is as chatty as you'd expect of them, but without the energy associated with extroversion. Their charisma is carried in their nonchalance and humor, with an undertone of snarkiness - only occasionally with any bite to it. They're adaptable as well, without a fixation on one subject and a willingness to introspect. Since the comm failure, they've become a lot quieter and more irritable, stress they've barely kept under wraps.

Anxiety Practice - it/xe

Polite and inoffensive, AP is an easily overlooked iterator. It appears frequently in chatrooms, but always in the shadow of its kin, and rarely draws attention to itself. Despite this demeanor, xe certainly aren't shy or nervous - that's already taken by Curtains - xe just prefer xer distance and privacy.

 As it currently stands, Anxiety is the only member of its group actively working on the Great Problem. It prefers exploring more unorthodox theories for ascension, with a fixation on Karma flowers and their properties. As part of its experiments, its created a few.. curious organisms hybridized with the flower. It also collaborates closely with Distant Humming for information on the grander Cycle and general advice. Thus far, it's made a few fascinating discoveries, but predictibly no breakthroughs on the Triple Affirmative. Oh also, sometimes xe put karma-affecting drug cocktails into xer water intake. normal iterator behavior i promise.

 Even at xer most comfortable and nonchalant, AP keeps an aloof, almost stoic nature. Chronically icy cool, xe seem incapable of expressing anything besides calm indifference. This isn't true, of course, xer composure is just nothing to scoff at. It even uses its reputation for comedy at times, usually through deadpan delivery or 'breaking character'.

Distant Humming - she/Her

An anomaly in existence, the first iterator to almost reach ascension. Distant Humming became an echo by her own hand, using heavy adjustments to her retaining wall and filter pumps to essentially bathe her facility in void fluid, solving the issue of her kinds' distributed conscience by just addressing all of it. at once.

 Her subsequent failed ascension left her systems broken and mutated in impossible ways, but she functions nonetheless in her ethereal, undying state. The warping irreparably affected her memory and personality though; she considers herself a different person from the Humming before.

 Despite her uncanny nature and haunting appearance, Distant Humming is a surprisingly amiable person, if vague or foreboding at times. Her detached state of existence allows her the breathing room to appreciate the world for what it is, and insight into the Cycle that'd be impossible to gain from within it. She's happy to share her observations with anyone who'd listen.

 About once a year, Humming's karmic cycle aligns with that of her local group, affording her a limited time to speak with them. She appears totally non-existent outside this period.

THAT’S ALL BYEEE

[highlordofkrypton]

my ACOTAR wips // you wanted a villain?

I've been sitting on this one for a hot minute. I wrote this as a response to my annoyance with the shift in narrative, specifically towards Rhysand in the ACOTAR series.

So, I figured I'd introduce my morally gray boy (idek if he's gray, either), and see how it holds up, but then I got attached to the sibling dynamic with Amren. I also really enjoy writing ancient horrifying creatures, so...

Not sure if I'll continue this, but it was cathartic to write.

TL;DR - There's a new menace in town, and he's... Amren's older brother? Beware of depiction of violence, if ever you're not cool with that. Read the WIP under the cut.

TAGS: YOU ASKED FOR MY OC, YOU'LL GET MY OC. @watcherintheweyr @amalhe-kofee and @feyres-divorce-lawyer this is my anti-IC WIP that I mentioned... IT'S NOT FEYRE FRIENDLY BTW IM SORRY

The House of Wind rests on the side of a mountain, atop a valley, overlooking the beautiful city of Velaris. It is the throne upon which the high command of the Court sit, watching over the peasants who rebuild after war and knitting fanciful tales of proximity. From high above, behind their wards and between wild oak walls, they tell themselves—these are my people, this is my court. 

Lights wink shut across the city, like candles snuffed out by a violent breath. The darkness creeps in from the outskirts, slithering towards the House with frightful purpose. A blanket of silence hushes the people, though most are already asleep. There is no such thing as the winds of change; change simply happens when it is least expected and least desired.

A mouse tiptoes against marble floors, silent as ever. Years of hunting to survive have taught her the habit, even if the need for discretion has long vanished. This is her home and these are her people. She has nothing to hide. (Oh, but who said she is hiding?) The smile that spreads on her face is wicked as she circles her prey, settled in the foyer, looking pensively into the fire. The bond between them remains firmly shut, an important part of her game, and the rest of her family has been ordered to bed in hopes of avoiding an… unwanted spectacle.

Rhysand looks as handsome as ever, if not more tonight. He stands tall and confident, broad shoulders in a dark suit that seems to drink up the dance of the flame. Feyre yearns for him—her love, her male, her mate. She creeps closer and closer, until she can wrap her arms around his waist. She has to stand on her toes to kiss his neck, nuzzle the fine hairs there and breathe in the scent of him. Crisp, cool, like the evening breeze. 

“You seem different today, I like it.”

Rhys always finds a way to take her breath away. The house rattles with the impact of Feyre's body against its walls and she sobs.

“Do not touch me,” he clips.

Rhys always takes her breath away, and he would, had he been the one here.

One by one, the Inner Circle of the Night Court appears. First are the three Illyrians, two of which are armed to the teeth. Their armour and weapons are familiar—discarded iterations of better inventions that this realm never did see. Their battle stance implies that they are trained, but not enough. Not for the villain they face now. 

“Let her go.” The very shadows warble around them as Rhysand makes his demands and utters his threat. “Or I will tear your throat out.”

Johan’s icy gaze slithers from the pseudo-Fae to the false prince. His face remains handsomely impassive.

“Oh, would you? I’d rather like that.”

There’s a glint in his eyes that betrays the rest of him. His tone is dead, like his soul at this very meeting. Is this all they are? The famed Night Court? Children, all of them.

The High Lord of the Night Court moves. Probably to save his mate. The second he starts, Johan squeezes harder. Feyre’s head turns red, then a little purple with suffocation. Her eyes bulge a pretty hazel. It is still a struggle, after all this time, for him to piece together recognition in the form of faces. He can scent the anger, the soaps they use to clean themselves and even the nature of their magic, but he cannot—will never—see them.

Threat of his mate’s death is enough to stop Rhysand in his tracks. The other two had started to circle him and they mirror the movement of their lord. While the demonstration of reason is reassuring, the clear weakness is disappointing. Johan squeezes a bit more, each increment with the end goal of snapping her neck and watching the life blink out of her. An unsatisfying end, but there are many of them here and he has many questions. One answer for one life, that should do. The first murder is always meant to send a message.

“Hanni?”

Amren enters the room, her voice so soft, it’s unrecognizable to the Illyrians she’s known for years. The way she looks at the stranger makes her seem much younger than her fifteen thousand years; it’s the longing that fills her expression, shattering every knowledge they’ve had of their friend. (Did they ever really know her? A creature this old and devastating?) She spares no glance at the violence against her friend, only bolting towards Johan to tackle him in a tight hug. He remains unmoved.

“I have missed you.” Her eyes wrench shut as she holds him. Not even the sound of Feyre hitting the ground and her friends darting to care for the once-human High Lady will take this moment from her. “You’re back.”

Johan’s hand rests in her hair, jet black to mirror his. (And their eyes, brighter than any stars in the Continent’s skies.) The touch is awkward. Stunted. “I am.” He says, flatly.

“You know this asshole?” Cassian whines.

When she pulls back, Amren puts little distance between herself and the visitor. “Yes, he is my brother.”

“Your brother?” Cassian sputters, choking on his own saliva. The room stills, every soul in it staring at their ancient friend who only ever hints at her past. The thought that Amren, a creature just barely contained in her flesh, could have family is beyond them. The younglings swallow audibly. They are afraid.

They should be.

Rhysand stands while Morrigan tends to the High Lady of Velaris, a boy defending his territory. “Tell your brother he is in my house and he will not lay a hand on my mate.”

How could you mistake him for me, his voice echoes down the bond and into… nothing?

“So long as I am here, all bargains are off,” Johan drawls. Even the ones made with the heart and the soul. Something he said must be amusing because he can feel Amren’s amusement bubbling up beside him, despite her mimicking his impassive expression. 

The rest of the children in the room are of mild interest to him, part of a task. Nothing less, nothing more. Tilting his head, he inspects Amren. He towers over her, both in stature and demeanour. If she was cold, then he is the ice that drew the world to a standstill. If she is distant, then he is the yawning crevasse between humanity, faeries and whatever they are supposed to be.

A metal finger slides beneath her chin, tipping it upwards towards him. His lips part to speak to her, but before he can get a word out, a wheezing useless sound interrupts him.

“What does that mean,” Feyre breathes, struggling to her feet. It would have been a better show of strength, had she not needed two people to keep her standing. “What… happened to the bond? Amren?” She looks to her friend, expecting their relationship to sway the situation in their favour how it always has.

Amren rolls her silver eyes towards Feyre, then back to Johan. “These are my friends.” She chooses her words carefully. For they all have been through together, the being before her would not understand the notion of family. Not with these people.

Johan’s handsome features twist into a brief scowl, but he smooths his expression just as suddenly. Her relationships mean nothing to him. They are infinitesimal before Amren, even smaller compared to himself. It is only out of affection for Amren that he does not flay the once-human. He does not bother with answering her question, he owes her nothing.

“What are you doing here, little one?” He finally asks, gleaming the answers from the cosmos in her eyes. “This is not your home.”

From the outskirts of the room, Amren’s friends flinch. Velaris had been her home. For now.

“I was trapped in this realm when you all left.”

A frown mars Johan’s features, no matter how slight. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against hers. She does not need to say it for him to understand. Left behind. He mourns the injustice in his own way. “Do you wish to return home?”

It’s not a question she can answer now, not without betraying one (or both) of her families. Amren steps back, schooling her emotions into their usual iron. Johan’s gaze follows her with the same attention a predator would offer his prey. One wrong step and he could have her between his teeth. All this time, she wrought fear to all the Fae around her—a bedtime story to keep them in line—but she is nothing compared to her brothers. (If Johan is here, then the Other must be, too, wreaking havoc across the continent.)

“Why are you here?” She speaks on behalf of their house.

You know why.

“Speak it, so that we all may hear.” The order is bold, a risk she has weighed out. Her friends stand at the ready; she’s still on their side and they trust her.

Johan surveys the cast before him, properly this time. There is Amren, standing in a new light by allying herself with children playing politics and heroics. The High Lord shares a handful of similarities to Johan, calling back to the origins of his line and his Court, but still only a shadow of its former glory. He is pleased to see the way Illyrians have developed. Still strong in build and character, with no visible adversity to techno-magic (despite its archaic shape). His gaze lingers on Azrael. Not his face, never the face, but the whole of him. The fae’s magic whispers to him—shadowsinger—and Johan’s nostrils flare in the only visible tell of amusement. This will need to be revisited. There is the female fae who is of no discernible interest to him and lastly, the High Lady who’s stature as fae decreases with every waking moment.

“This world is corrupt. I am here to return it as it should be.” Simple as that. “Your bond is no longer and so is your Making. Neither were earned, but if you are truly worthy, I am sure you will be able to gain one of those back.”

Shadows warble around the room as the High Lord winnows across the room, dagger in hand. He aims right for Johan's heart. Metal clangs loudly as the blade’s tip collides with Johan’s false hand. His other one slides behind the High Lord’s neck to pull him close. “Anything you can do, I can do better.” Johan purrs.

Rhysand would not be the ‘strongest of all High Lords’ if he did not have a vast arsenal of weaponry to use against any assailant. (In the background, Feyre tries to help, but stumbles when she comes to the sudden realization that she is no longer High Fae.) He barrels into Johan’s mind with the ease of daemati, and the mistake is his. Johan puts up no shields, welcoming him into the chaos of his mind. 

“Rhys, no!” Amren shouts, but it is too late.

Johan’s mind is—

A wasteland made of shadows. Light withers in his presence, basking him in primal darkness. Fear in its purest form lives in him, surrounded by the souls of the dead. (Failed experiments, blood on his hands and ghosts beyond even his explanation.) They haunt him endlessly, robbing him of the ability to connect with the living. (He is one of them and they will never let him go.) 

Rhysand claws at his face, fighting invisible monsters after spending a whole second inside the mind of an ancient demon. His eyes roll to the back of his head, body hitting the marble floors and seizing violently.

“What did you do to him?!” Feyre shrieks, crawling over to her mate and cradling him.

Nothing. Nothing was done to him, but the answer seems so obvious, it’s not worth speaking. What happened to Rhysand is a product of his own making. What point is there to all the power if he does not know how to wield it? Power pales in comparison to pure skill, and skill is nothing without the intelligence to know when and how to apply it. Johan simply tilts his head questioningly and looks down at the famed couple.

Cassian steps forward, ready to avenge his master, but the shadowsinger rests a hand on his shoulder, halting the thought with a shake of his head. Johan watches Azrael for a long moment.

Good boy, he presses into his mind. The thought is made of warmth and velvet. It slithers down Azrael’s spine and curls in his belly. The Illyrian flinches, glancing away from the invader. “What does that entail? Returning the world as it should be?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“What could—” Azrael’s question fades to nothing. Whatever he was going to ask, there’s no point. The man—the being—or whatever he was is already gone, clearly uninterested in entertaining their curiosity (and their fear).

Wisps of black smoke dance across the room as Amren is slammed into the wall. Johan manifests himself. “That is the last time you will question me on behalf of your mortals.” Her breath hiccups in her throat.

With that final word, he vanishes to finish his investigation of what this world has become.

[exchangestudentnova]

I just read your Yandere vampire OM brothers and I was wondering what about yan vampire Lucifer and MC who has a blood clotting problem like they cut their hand or whatever and the blood keeps pouring nothing you dramatic bit still like Woah u good??? (don't feel forced to do this btw, also I love ur writing!!!)

hey anon!! I sorry for being this late to your request, I hope my writing is a fine apology for that.

Haemophilia is one such genetic disorder where the person's blood doesn't clot easily. Although it is a reccessive gene, you were born with one. It did not pose much threat to you due to the advances in medical treatment keeping you alive for so long, so you never worried too much about it.

You did worry about it when you were asked to come to Devildorm for one year. "One whole year?? How am I supposed to survive there!?" You somehow managed to purchase almost months and months of medicines in your little suitcase, but ofc you were bound to run out of supplies in the far future.

Today was one such day. You counted the leafs of medicines left, and all of them were empty. You were being reckless by not keeping an eye on the medicine, and now you have none. Worried, you were trying not to panic in your small cozy room. After taking deep breaths, you came to a conclusion that asking Lucifer to help in this situation would be the best. With that, you went to the kitchen to fulfill Beel's craving of eating your handmade food.

The pot boiling with water and the sound of you cutting the vegetables filled the kitchen. "You called for me? Sorry I was busy with some student council work" you turn your head towards the source of the sound, a soft smile conquring your lips as you meet your eyes with him. He, with a click in his step and his long, black clock hanging from his broad shoulders came up to you and engulfed you in a hug. " how have you been MC?" he spoke in your ear as you continued your chopping. "I am well Lucifer, and yes I did call for you. I need to go back to the human world."

"But why?"

"Because I need to- ouch!"

You took your eyes off of the food to look at Lucifer, which was a bad idea because you now have a cut on your finger from moving the knife wrong. It hurt a bit, but to Lucifer, it seemed as if you have lost half of your body's blood.

"How could you be so careless!? Show me your finger" You could see that his eyes have started to dilate, his fangs have started to appear. Yet he is not even thinking about drinking blood. Instead his eyes, althought appearing to be bloodlustly, are actually filled with concern.

"Did you eat your medicines??"

"Ah, about that...." you told him about not having them, and he sighed. "Well wait here, I have some with me. Don't move from your place and stop cooking" Before he left the kitchen he spoke some words and created magic that collected the blood dripping from your hand. Now you had a small bubble of blood floating in the air that was oozing out.

Lucifer came back within two minutes and handed you the medicine. " Thank you so much Luci, but what will you do with this bubble of blood?" He just gives you a knowing look and brings his tongue near the bubble. You blush slightly as he savours the exotic taste of your blood, the medicine acting fast and stopping the bleeding.

" Why are you blushing MC? Your blood is only for me to taste. Now sit down, grab a dessert from the fridge, and let me finish dinner"

PS: anon you did not mention if Lucifer and MC are in an established relationship or not so I tried to write it in a way that you can insert a romantic/platonic relation between them^^ and also thank you for supporting my writing I appreciate it^^

[resident-idiot-simp]

Sorry it took so long to respond I was out all day and normally I would be asleep by now but due to a family emergency involving a sibling (they will be fine) I am ✨AWAKE✨. Please forgive the inevitable crimes against grammar I’m about to commit I am severely sleep deprived :D

Okay so the reason wendigos aren’t able to hybridise is because humans turn into them through specific methods ie eating human flesh. they are human turned creatures. Same rules apply for vampires, werewolves, Zombies, Ghosts and any other similar type of monster, they are around but they aren’t hybrids. There are also no Moth Man, Bigfoot or Loch Ness Hybrids.

Magic left the world a LONG time ago and no one (Human) remembers why. This caused a mass extinction event with most creatures that were solely magical being wiped out. The ones that survived either became Cryptids and barely functioned with the scraps of magic left behind or they became mundane…

The reason the fae left in the first place is because a bunch of humans tried to take magic from the Fae and actually succeeded for like five seconds before a bunch of them died from the sheer amount of power. This BIG NO NO altered the nature of magic into something humans could actually use unfortunately it also hurt the Fae badly so they had to poq for a while to recover. They took the magic with them but not before cursing the surviving thieves and their descendants to never be able to experience magic again (this led to some unintended consequences).

The reason there are no Fae hybrids is a little more sinister (angst potential incoming). Every now and then a little bit of magic would leak back into the world and keep things running just enough so that when the Fae returned it wasn’t a complete shit show (just mostly one) and after some initial conflict and a bunch of new border agreements things settled down (British hybrids can pick which royal house they follow (fae or human) whilst still maintaining citizenship (guess which Soap picked lol)) and with magic being reintroduced (in the 1800’s btw) the world slowly started to change. Within a generation hybrids began appearing, within another three Mythics started showing up too. With each successive generation the hybrids got stronger and as the magic around the world continued to grow more and more animals began looking weird. Rabbits with antlers, Giant Sea Snakes and Octopi, Lions with golden coats. But no dragons or phenox or unicorns or purely magical beings appeared instead what they had where hybrids that become a little less human every generation.

TLDR the OG mythical creatures went extinct and magic is trying its best to bring them back the normal hybrids just didn’t have enough juice in them to meet the requirements. Anything that didn’t go (fully) extinct like the Fae or are human turned creature won’t hybridise.

Technically Ghost hybridisation shouldn’t have worked but because he “died” such a specific and traumatising way near a canine mythic who’s magic he absorbed over months the magic got a lil confused (Ghost is the only Black dog hybrid the as the rest are actual dogs and not extinct ( does that mean Ghost is the strongest Black dog? Maybe…(yes it does))).

If you want angst you could say that if a hybrid uses to much of their magic they run the risk of becoming more creature then man. I don’t think they’d loose their intelligence and they’d still be the same “person” but they definitely wouldn’t be human.

Since magic returned vampires can walk in the sun, wendigos became intelligent (took one look at the military and went ✨no✨) werewolves become more aware (lol) and don’t need the moon to shift and Ghosts are still classed as citizens.

Ooh What if magic is radiation from the asteroid that took out the dinosaurs????

You're fine I hope everyone's okay and I'd be a hypocrite because I too do not understand the English language.

Ok that makes sense yeah.

FAE LORE FAE LORE!!! I LOVE IT! I love that the lore and angst of humans trying to take something not made for them is very fitting. There is a ton of potential for angst and I love that Soap is like nahhh fae all the way. (He is correct)

I Love that explanation of mythics It seems very fitting for the universe. The world needs them in some way shape or form so it corrects itself.

Great explanation for Ghost and the fact that singles him out making him the most powerful is perfect. I mean look at that man.

AAAHHHH ANGST!!!! I LOVE THAT! It limits them and makes them of not super op. It also explains how some of the actual mythical creatures can survive in the human world now. (Wendigos my beloved)

OMG DINOSAUR LORE?! YES! (what if kidding kinda If all the dinosaurs didn't die) Hahaha unless

(I answered this on my phone so I couldn't answer each paragraph because it wasn't clear sorry)

[pipipyuni]

Hiii💗 are you able to write a oneshot/scenario of human!Jake x FEM! Scientist! reader?( Their already dating btw) you can ignore this if you'd like,there's just barley any human Jake on here😭 Thank you!

All Mine, Forever and Always

wc: 830

gender: fem

cw(s): decent amount of cursing, mentions of (unintentionally) not eating

pairing: human!jake sully x human!reader

an: i hope you enjoy this short little thing! i definitely had fun writing it, that's for sure!!

content can be read below the cut!

There’s an evident pout on your lips as you slump against the lab table. “I just don’t get it!” You sigh dramatically, picking your head up when Norm scolds you for nearly knocking down some test tubes containing some local fauna.

You hold up three fingers to his face, “Three years! It took me three years in college to learn a language! And it only took you, what, a month?!”

Jake snorts, rolling over to your side of the table to place a kiss on your temple while his hand rubs soothing circles into your back, “Two months, actually.” You let out a groan at his obvious displays of faux sympathy.

“Don’t pity me, Sully!” You scowl at him, but lay your head on his shoulder regardless. He’s gotten thinner, you note offhandedly, gaze drifting to his unshaven jaw. His cheeks are sunken and his eyebags have grown darker since you’d last checked.

Before you can comment on his appearance, he barks out a laugh, “Guess I’m just better at learning languages than you.” Now it’s your turn to laugh, playfully shoving at his shoulder as you stand to stretch your tight muscles.

“Nah, maybe you’re just a shit teacher. If I had a teacher like Neytiri, I’m sure I’d learn Na’vi twice as fast as you.” 

“I’m pretty sure you’d just complain to me about her like you did back in college.”

“No, I wouldn’t–”

“It would go something like: ‘How was I supposed to know that door and shit had the same spelling?!’” He flailed his hands dramatically, unironically imitating the exact reaction you had just a few years prior.

“...Do they though?”

He gives you an odd look in response.

Sticking your tongue out at him, you make your way over to the fridge. It’s painfully empty and the only thing worthwhile is a half-eaten tube of food with Norm’s name scrawled messily on a crumpled yellow sticky note on top.

“Hey Norm,” you call out, eyes never leaving the tube in search of any signs of mold or decay. The man in question hums in response. “It alright if I take this?” He looks up with a raised brow, lips parted in silent protest when he sees the food held haphazardly in your palm. He can only sigh once he sees your worried gaze focused on none other than Jake.

He swallows the complaints bubbling within his throat, “Yeah, it’s fine.” He could survive a day or two without food. 

Would it be painful?

Yes, absolutely, but he can’t bear to see you hunched over Jake’s link pod, checking his breathing, his vitals–everything, really, when he goes for hours on end in his avatar body, only to return for a brief moment before being off again.

He can’t help but watch the two of you fondly, though his nose wrinkles when you place an audible kiss on Jake’s forehead. 

Jake merely rolls his eyes at Norm’s aversion to your affection, turning his gaze back to you in a silent plea. You comply happily with a chaste kiss to his admittedly chapped lips. Their still his though, and that’s all that matters.

You find it funny that his nose still crinkles when he takes a bite from the tube. He nearly spits it out, but one stern glare from you has him reluctantly swallowing the tasteless substance.

“The hell is this anyway?” He mumbles when the tube is finally empty after what feels like an eternity (it had really only been about two minutes). You offer a shrug, managing to snag the packaging back from his clenched fist.

“Says it's…Peach flavor?” You lick your lips as your brows furrow in a mix of amusement and confusion, “Didn’t know these things came with flavors.”

“No wonder it tastes like ass.” You stare at him for a moment. He stares back knowingly. Small giggles fall past your lips at first, followed swiftly by peels of hearty laughter.

As you laugh at his elementary-level remark, Jake takes a moment to admire your features. He watches your shoulders shake, and how the curve of your smile is so wide he’s almost worried it’ll split your face in two. He watches the way your chest heaves for gasps of air, even though he knows his joke wasn’t funny enough to warrant this kind of reaction. But, most of all, he watches as the hand-crafted ring glints beneath the early Pandoran sun when you lift your hand up to quell your fit of laughter.

How could someone like him ever manage to land someone as brilliant and beautiful as you?

“Maybe Neytiri is right, you really are a skxawng, you know that?” 

Jake rolls his eyes playfully, smiling proudly at your pronunciation before pulling you by the shoulder into his side and mumbling lowly into the crown of your head, “But I’m you’re skxawng, right?”

Nuzzled comfortably against him, you can’t help the small, breathless laugh that falls from your lips, “Mhm…All mine.”

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[cursedvibes]

tengen and angel for the meme

Did Tengen before this, so it's Angel's turn. Thank you for suggesting her! I don't get enough opportunity to talk about her...

favourite thing about them

I love how she can be quite bloodthirsty, especially when talking about Sukuna. He's quite scared of her or at least cautious and for a good reason. She would've killed (most of) him if it wasn't for Hana hesitating. Also her CT is absolutely sick. The Evangelion-like beam from the sky, the skull babies/cherub coming for a person's soul. Good reminder for why you shouldn't fuck with Heian sorcerers. Also she's a social caterpillar, but also a bit of a gossip. It's kind of adorable how bad she is at emphasizing with others and arguing with them. What do you mean you feel bad about killing these people? Keeping them alive is so inconvenient. btw, did I tell you about Hana's crush?

least favourite thing about them

Gege has relegated her to a can opener since Hana got hurt and convenient exposition dump similar to Kusakabe. Completely lost all her fire from when she was introduced. Not only did she go back on her deal of only helping the kids if they kill Sukuna first (that in itself wouldn't be that bad, but we don't even see her change her mind or for the kids to argue that she'd help them first), but now she's apparently fine sitting out the whole thing entirely with no ambitions to get involved herself. What happened to butchering Sukuna? At this point, reincarnating was entirely unnecessary. She might've as well gone "well I'm sure someone will manage to kill Sukuna in the future" and died. Her principles were barely tested at all. First she was hell-bend on killing Sukuna, which would put her in conflict with Hana and require her to take over her body at some point, but then she's just fine with continuing with being a parasite, even if it means Sukuna might escape. We don't even see her struggle with this decision. But the good thing is that I'm still relatively confident we'll learn about her and Sukuna's relationship in a flashback (else why bring up the Fallen One thing) and as a reincarnated sorcerer she has to die at some point. She can't just stay inside Hana forever. And for that to happen, she has to become more active and ideally get involved in the Sukuna fight personally. So there is a chance of her (and Hana) to become relevant again...

favourite line

"I am not that greedy. There's one I especially want to butcher..."

"I recommend sending Takaba Fumihiko."

brOTP

Her and Hana, I would say. I like how she teases Hana about her feelings for Megumi. She is also quite protective of her. Both self-serving in that she needs her body to survive, but as time goes on it seems that they are co-existing quite well and she has come to care about Hana being her function as a vessel.

OTP

Yorozu. Angel/Yorozu probably more like friends with benefits. Yorozu would have a field day fighting Angel. Might first start out with her lecturing Angel about how her hate for Sukuna makes her blind, but evolve into her genuinely enjoying the fight because I mean, Angel is strong and quite ruthless herself. And once you got the blood pumping, you can steer things in other directions. I think there's some potential for Takako/Angel too.

nOTP

She doesn't really get shipped with anyone, but I hate Angel/Sukuna as a concept. Talk about dumbing-down an interesting relationship.

random headcanon

She looks a little...different in her original form. Maybe not obvious bodily mutations like what Sukuna has (although I'd like that too), but something that says "biblically accurate angel" to contrast Hana's very pure and innocent appearance. Angel is anything but that, so I'd like her appearance to reflect that. Even if it's just something about her aura or eyes that makes it clear there's something wrong with her.

unpopular opinion

She's an interesting character that gets horribly sidelined. She's not Hana (yes, that's still a misconception in some circles). She'll become relevant again.

song i associate with them

I chose Jericho & The King's Affirmation by Iniko. Iniko embodies Angel's power and determination very well I think and Jericho in particular reminds me of her technique and how she will break down people's barriers and souls.

favourite picture of them

Unfortunately, we don't know what she really looks like, but I love when her mouth is drawn in a way where you can see every single teeth. Makes her even more creepy. I need that energy back.

also this new volume page ( they're all good, but I like this the most)

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Have you watched Emesis Blue? What did you think of it?

(I LOVED IT)

I have! I’ve also written some stuff about it!

Cw: spoilers, obvious dark subject matter

Okay, I wanna talk about the beginning and how well they portrayed true relationship between Jeremy and Fritz. It’s clear they’ve got a mutual trust in one another and it hurts all the more when Fritz finds him dead. I’m still 100% devastated by the ugly ass smile Medic gives in the respawn. That hurts me so bad man. The way they portray Fritz’s mental state decaying is chilling but it sheds him in a light that this was bred from necessity. He clearly cares about Jeremy, there would be no reason for him to go to the slaughterhouse otherwise. And while plagued with these visions he doesn’t want to worry Jeremy with trivial detail.

The setup of all of it was amazing and the amount of Kubrick references absolutely had be absorbed. It’s nice to feel a story flesh out certain properties to something entirely it’s own. The looping sequences sent chills down my spine but my favorite mindfuck were the conaghers.

Zed has to be one of my favorite renditions of Engie because of how they portray him as an active threat rather than passive danger. While he appears cool and sadistic, that coolness is out the window the second he gets a chance to play with someone he deems a threat (ie) Fritz. The moment he said “I’da got you.” and starts giggling showed me just how fucked up he was if he wasn’t already. He’s got a childish ass outlook on this, and him stuck inside a place like Teufort is absolutely NOT GOOD. (Love Teufort but it’s the shittiest map. Also my favorite though.)

Maynards design had me frothing at the mouth, I’m just gonna say that straight up. He didn’t even do nothin outwardly he just kind of went along, which- yeah I guess let your creepy younger brother tourture that poor twink. He really does give off the vibe of a man disconnected, Medics whole bit about strangling him was out of left field but necessity. That scene in particular made me feral.

It showed us what I imagine to be an anomaly in the loop correcting itself, but therefore making the entity more aggressive, the entity in question Fritz. That whole scenes cinematography is brilliant.

Now I get on to my absolute favorite character ever.

Fucking soldier.

Never thought that someone could do such a damn good job emulating Rick may but FUCK did they. The lower, and more stark tone to the character made his wacky lines way funnier: it shows someone who seems incompetent being truly skilled at what they do. Surviving. While his methods are ridiculous it’s his leaps of faith that save him.

With bat out of fucking hell sniper he showed that he doesn’t like to give mercy. He shows a side that would make him antagonistic. But throughout the whole film he shows nothing aside from compassion, even towards the people he barley knows. That elevator scene says it all to me. He has reason to be suspicious but through that he chooses to be kind. It sunk my heart seeing the warfeild scene, it was quiet in a way. It was bleak and chaotic but he seemed perfectly fine to be there for just a moment.

Jane lost… a lot. In this film. He lost his coworker to the pits of an evil fucking loop. He lost a friend in Demo when Demo froze. (That scene broke me btw.) He lost dignity and connection and hope. And afterwards he looked so… dead? He won.

He escaped but what was the cost in the end? The loop continued on. His blank stare shared with medic and the attempt to blow him and the venue itself up over spies inaccurate details really shows his need for the truth. This film helped me out a lot with characterizing Solly in the future he’s honestly a darling.

On the topic of the loop and the way they constructed it holy shit. Those beginning shots were so so affective at building the atmosphere. I thought it’d be found footage till the end but NO, it just set up the mood and shit RAGGH

[genius-daddy]

Fuck it, Imma ramble about warriors, starting from the beginning of the beginning!! Which means, not the first book of the series...

So, wayyyy in the past of the series, there were these cats that lived by a lake. Wow, cool, amazing. Then humans come around and fuck shit up, but its fine because this cat from the future possesses this random dude and goes "Hey Half Moon, you should take them to these mountains. Mwah mwah" then leaves. Half Moon takes her cats and goes to the mountains where they form the Tribe of Rushing Water.

Moons pass, Half Moon is very, very old or is dead I can't quite remember, and its getting harder to hunt so she sends this group of cats away, one of them being Clear Sky. No one likes Clear Sky. Well, everyone likes him at first because he WAS cool. Keyword "was". Then his little baby brother, Jagged Peak, decides to run out while still a kitten to follow them, so Gray Wing is sent after him. Eagles appear, Clear Sky's wife is stolen by one, and then they continue their journey while also kinda searching for his wife.

They stumble upon the territories where the forest is, and they go "Wow! Cool!" Tall Shadow goes "We should go live in the dark marshes" Clear Sky is like "Uh, no, the TREES" and Gray Wing is like "I miss home..." and this girl, Turtle Tuft I think, loves Gray Wing and goes "I'm here for you!"

They decide to make a temporary camp in the moors where, turns out, cats are already in the territories. Some of them join the group for easier living, others go "Leave now"

Then Clear Sky starts some shit. He starts all the shit. Takes a group of cats with him to the forest area and makes his own group where they gradually expand their territory and chase cats out or make them join. Causes orphans. Then this cat, I think her name is... Storm? I don't know, Imma have to check real fast- Yep it's Storm. {I have the books in chronological order}

She gets with Clear Sky, gets pregnant, he treats her like she can't do anything when she used to be just on her own. She cat divorces him and runs away, Grey Wing goes after her and at some point the building she is in gets destroyed and Grey Wing is sad and finds out one kitten survived and named him Thunder, he is the only survivor.

THIS IS JUST THE FIRST BOOK OF THE PREQUEL ARC, BTW-

-Shadow, wanted to ramble more but then felt bad-

That's all just in the first book? This sounds like a fun series. Perhaps I should look into it-

[amazing-spiderling]

for the fandom ask game: 5 6 11 16 23 24

something you see in fics a lot and love

I really love seeing Foggy sort of leap-frogging over his panic and anger and confusion in moments of crisis to get right to the part where he works on being helpful. That, "We are going to fight about this later, but right now I need to stop that bleeding" sort of thing. Foggy is absolutely allowed to have emotions and fall apart in a crisis, but he has a good head on his shoulders and certainly after a certain point he's had to learn to compartmentalize just to survive being in Matt's life. I think it's comforting to imagine having a friend or partner like that- I guess it speaks to the idea of there always being an undercurrent of love. No matter what else is going on in the moment, no matter how furious or scared or worried the events taking place right now make them, they do not supplant the love that is at the basis of the relationship. I just think that's neat.

something you see in art a lot and love

When artists really have fun with the clothing, paying attention to details and making things really specific. When someone really pays attention to drawing a certain kind of shoe- I'm just... yeah, that's the good stuff. :)

if you’re a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

Well, I'm a little bit of both- but I guess a fic sprang to mind first so I'll answer for that. (tw for fictional CSA mention btw) So, as I've not-so-casually mentioned, one of my first big/long term fandoms was Metal Gear Solid. And I know that some of the memes from that series have escaped containment, and to the outsiders it might look like "Call of Duty but with the occasional zany moment" but it does have a lot of story (too much, some might say XD) and intricate character relationships and lore and, ugh it's just SUCH fertile ground for art and fic and all the things that make fandom great. But, it *does* also very much appeal to gamer dudes of the usual type. And normally this is fine, the transformative fans and the archival fans largely keep to their own fandom spaces- but sometimes there is crossover that rubs one group or the other the wrong way.

One such case is that there is a character who has an "affair" with his step-mother, but I put that in quotes because when the dust settles, it turns out this happened when the character in question was 16. There is TERRIBLE fallout from the event (family trauma, suicide, estrangement) and the game plays it all straight- this is something that broke the already fragile family to pieces. BUT for a long time, the joke was "haha character banged his stepmom". Which. Ew.

Anyways, I always really wanted to write a story that sort of expanded on those events, not the actual relationship/abuse/fallout, but more the events that precluded it, mostly what made the character an easy target. (Isolation, otherness, a lack of confidence in who they were as an individual). Basically, I wanted to really tell a story that treated the matter with the needed level of seriousness, if only to say, "hey, this isn't a punchline, this is a traumatic experience".

I ended up watching, "The Graduate" a few times as sort of... research? Partially for tone, partially because the themes and characterization in that movie matched the vibe I was trying to go for in my own story. (I can't help but think that Kojima, known for referencing movies in his games- might have had it in mind due to some shared imagery.) This was maybe the first time I did something like that, watching a movie to pick it apart for nuance in tone, as opposed to looking at it for canon events, timelines etc.

So that story ended up being, "Surface Tension", which first appeared in the "Metal Gear Solid: Lost Years" zine, and then eventually got posted to AO3. It's not my best reviewed fic by a long shot (understandably, it's a difficult subject material and not shippy or anything), but it's one that I can say I am proud of.

a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

Wow, this one is tricky for me- I feel like a lot of fans are way more detail oriented than I am when it comes to canon. I'm always the one in awe when people are like, "Oh in episode seven, this one song is playing in a car as it drives by, and that's significant because it came out in 2013 and that was the year that..." and i'm just like "you guys know the names of songs?"

I guess to that end- I always liked the line in, I think it's season 1 where Matt says it's a "90's Top 40" kind of guy. I think it's really funny because people characterize him as having... well, let's just say "better" musical taste, but like, no. That dude would bop his head if you played the Spin Doctors.

the fandom you’re curious about because of a mutual

I have no idea what's going on in the Trolls fandom, and at this point I'm afraid to ask. But they all look like they're having a great time.

how has fandom positively impacted your life?

I've made so many friends, and as someone who doesn't get out as much as I'd like (especially as an immunocompromised person in the middle of a pandemic), my fandom friends are so, so important to me. I love the feeling of having a group of people who love the thing I love and being able to waltz into a space and say, "Hey, who wants to do this crazy thing with me?" and have even a few people say "Yeah, let's fucking GOOOO". ^^

I also think I wouldn't write nearly as much if it wasn't for fandom, and writing has certainly gone a long way towards helping me become better at unraveling the balls of yarn in my brain and making them into sweaters and scarves, as it were. I think a lot of the time when you write, you're practicing empathy- because you're forcing yourself to see the world from someone else's perspective. Maybe the character you're writing about had something in common with you, maybe that's what drew you to them in the first place, but identifying that also helps you understand more about yourself *and* how you relate to others. So I like to think that writing has helped me relate better to other people, even the ones I disagree with, and made me more able to slow down and ask, "well, why does this person feel/think that way?" Storytelling is so important for a lot of reasons, but that's a big one for me.

[mekatrio]

ok organized my thoughts and reread some bits so this is the better worded long post where i complain abt why novel 6 and novel 7 rubbed me the wrong way, but specifically in regards to how it handled shintaro as a Main Character

firstly the 180 from kano's hatred towards shintaro to a current admiration is very jarring. it feels very rushed, and its very weird how kano practically has 0 lingering resentment towards him. like just two days ago he was psychologically torturing shintaro, and now he thinks of him like this?

^all of this is kano's gay ass pov regarding shintaro btw

like i completely understand now why people ship kanoshin now bc this 100% reads like a kid crushing on their older sibling's friend. it might just be really strange localization, but with the lack of fan translations for this novel, this is all i can go off from. but it honestly feels so bizarre and like, not in a funnily comforting way but like... a strange misogynistic way?! but ill get to that in a second.

anyways i understand that kano just had the biggest breakdown of his life in the ending of novel 5, and his facade essentially broke apart entirely. and now without the need to put up a front, kano is able to recognize how much shintaro has changed from the guy from two years ago who would turn away from everything in front of him. but despite that rationalization, its still an overall pretty weird dynamic bc well..... what connects these two individuals is a currently deceased ayano, but i feel like she doesnt play a significant enough role in their assessments of one another.

and this is what i mean by the fact that this kanoshin dynamic feels strangely misogynistic. if shintaro's feelings towards kano was like, "i owe it to you to get your sister back, because it was my arrogance in the past that led her to not confide in me", then that wouldve been fine, and would have also been what i expected. but instead it feels more like a "hey, youre not that bad of a guy, shintaro!" "haha you too kano! guffaw guffaw", like.. what?

but to get to the crux of it, what bothers me the most abt their dynamic is that kano (and the rest of the dan) is now suddenly relying on shintaro. like all of a sudden he's being given rein to create a gameplan for them to survive the summer. like what? this is what i mean by shintaro's Main Character Complex, where hes placed into this type of position seemingly just bc he is the Main Character of the story.

i have many issues with the fact that shintaro was the main planner for this infiltration scheme. i think it was a big mistake that only a few members worked on it, cuz something this important shouldve involved the whole group's input, so its off-putting that it didnt. hibiya apparently played a big role, but this was only mentioned in passing by kano, instead of actually being shown. maybe the final novel might show a more comprehensive picture of this plan being put together by the whole group, and if it does, ill be happy to eat my words.

but not just that, but also how extremely similar this plan is to the one that momo devised against the terrorists in novel 1. both of them hinged themselves on the same trick, with kido appearing out of thin air with mary by her side. but momo devised her plan in a much more stressful setting, in a hostage situation with only a cellphone, with way less members at her disposal and an even lesser understanding of everyone's powers. and yet momo is not shown to have put in any input in this new plan, and the similarities and her clever ideas from the first plan are not acknowledged at all, like??? despite momo being shown to be just as capable as shintaro, if not even more so, it feels like she got pushed to the side so shintaro could have more time Being The Main Character. not to mention that im also iffy with the fact that shintaro spent more time around kids her age than momo herself did, with momo instead running around with hibiya since novel 4?!

so instead of the concoction of the final climatic infiltration plan being a group effort, and rather than having momo play a bigger role which she very much deserved to, shintaro is randomly made leader of this plot instead. bc he is the Main Character; which is then justified bc of the intellect he possesses, which honestly feels like something that was hamfisted into the narrative.

shintaro's intellect has a difficult time fitting into the story. this intellect is meant to be the reason why he was brazenly arrogant, this arrogance then being the flaw of his former self (did not reach out to ayano in a way that mattered), but the strength of his current self (the confidence and resourcefulness to create a climatic infiltration plan). but as i pointed out, it's manner of fitting itself into the current day plot, came at the expense of making kano bizarrely forgiving, and copying momo's brilliance but without any of the acknowledgement.

and this then relates itself to novel 6, which similarly threw itself out of balance in order to have a pretty big focus on harushin. like i understand the importance of harushin, its supposed to be a significant parallel to shintaro's strange friendship with konoha. i get that. but it feels a bit Too skewed to harushin? i can recognize the harutaka but like ive said before, considering that takane's whole novel practically revolved around haruka, with shinaya playing a very small part, it feels unbalanced when haruka's novel almost focuses more on shintaro than it does takane?? but ok thats not the main thing thats out of balance that really gripes me, whats really irritating me is this:

WHEREEEEE THE HELL IS SHINAYA. LIKE. THERES NO SHINAYA?? like it just feels so unbalanced?? we got our harutaka, cool (all of novel 2 + some of novel 6). a few helpings of ayataka along the way, nice (ayano encouraging takane to confess her feelings 2 years ago + ayano's email to ene). novel 6 coming in with some sweet hot harushin, and a little sprinkle of haruaya, very nice. now wheres the shinaya? where is it. huh. Where... THERE... IS NO.... SHINAYA..... they are like, completely and utterly subtextual. it is almost parody. LIKE...

like on one hand i understand that this could be interpreted as a cool, deliberate effect; shinaya's relationship haunts the story and they haunt one another, they talk about how their absence affect each other and all that, but we never actually see them interact meaningfully in the story.

^relevant remind blue lyrics pertaining to shinaya (IN MY GRANDIOSE AND CORRECT OPINION)

i get that, thats cool. its just.... UGHHH its just super extremely frustrating. EXTREMELY FRUSTRATING. shintaro literally does not let up at all like he is INCREDIBLY unlikeable when he is a student so ayano's crush on him just feels incredibly deranged. HE DIDNT EVEN REMEMBER HER BIRTHDAY????? like for me to be ok with this, all of this needs to be remorsefully acknowledged or something and we need to get our penultimate shinaya moment in the daze or SOMETHING cuz this is. getting.. ridiculous..

ok but basically to wrap it up, very annoying that shintaro spent more time with kido, mary, and kano than momo did; very annoying that hes being relied on for making a crucial gameplan that practically ripped momo's brilliant ideas off with no acknowledgement; and very annoying that he played a massive role in haruka's novel, while shinaya continues to be the most subtextual of subtexts. GRAHHH

[wack-ashimself]

The season finale of 'gen v' was a perfect satire far too close to reality (but still not that good).

Spoilers.

The mind controller goes full blown evil, releases all the supes in the woods, and they go on a killing spree of what appears any and everyone. They SAY just humans, but they openly without question murder supes too. Like they asked TWO people if they were supes, and just said 'fuck it. Everyone must go.'

<WHY? Like not ONE person trapped in a concentration camp didn't want to just go home? See loved ones? Or even report it to the news? It was a very stupid plot point.>

ANYWAYS, the good supes stop the bad supes. Then are all knocked unconscious. Then all are put into a doorless hospital looking cage.

And them, the good guys, were blamed for what the bad guys did (by the news & government), and the bad guys were deemed the good guys.

AND THAT'S ALL OF HUMAN HISTORY, FOLKS!

Last man standing gets to claim what happens, total fabrication or not. And the winners are almost ONLY THE BEST MURDERERS!

So I liked that, but the ending was fucking dumb besides that.

>the bad guys are gonna be asked questions. About the woods. And vought, who made the bad guys look good, would look bad. Are they bribing them so they won't talk?

>the lead took a blast from homelander and survived. BULL SHIT. She has shown NO powers outside her blood ones. That fuck should be dead. Way to cut away so you didn't even visually explain it. Cheap ass fucks.

>no one else, out of the 1000s on campus, discredited the government or news by WHAT THEY PERSONALLY SAW? Ok...that one is actually realistic: how is anyone supposed to fight a BILLION DOLLAR propaganda machine? It's an unfair fight. Still...there'd be enough voices saying 'the fuck if you think those murderers are the good guys!'

>how did they capture the shrinking woman? She was tiny, cuz of her emotions (her mom looks even more evil now), didn't know exactly why, and no one would know where she was....how did they get her!?

>again, the guy tortured by vought to where he lost his fucking mind is being endorsed by vought and not speaking out? DOES NOT MAKE SENSE.

>WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE WHOLE PLOT POINT OF THE DISEASE THAT KILLS SUPES?! Ya just dropped it! No joke, if they would have accidentally released it from the woods THAT ALONE would have been fine. But no. Just bring it up, drop it down, and do nothing with it. Didn't actually move.

>The CEO of the biggest company on the planet would not be at a college campus. I don't care what reality you're in. Stupidly rich people look down on that shit. OR at least she wouldn't be there doing what she was doing. It was just to throw a known identity into the finale.

>The butcher cameo was pointless. Added nothing. ps-him AND homelander LOOKING OLD.

>Homelander is a hypocrite. He's killed TONS of supes. 'Kill your own kind.' And she called him SIR after he KNOWINGLY murdered an unarmed man? Fuck the lead too. Sell out.

>I did like the metal moving man's ability slowly is killing him. That was a nice add on. I wish that happened with more powers. It would make the useage more....important.

>The mind controller should be dead from her arm being blown off. That's one thing I hate about this show that not even The Boys did: somehow all supes are strong and can take a hit as much as the next one. NO! That's bull shit. All powers are different! Everyone turns into superman when you don't want them to die, and they're magically knocked out. BTW-another stupid trope. Knocking people out a good part of the time will give them massive brain damage or KILL THEM. I know it's a trope that's been used in EVERYTHING, but can we quit being so fucking lazy?

<Side note-looked it up. Best way to knock someone out? Regular blows to the head, primarily upper cuts to the chin. Seriously. They say knocking someone out with one punch is actually quit difficult.>

No joke, where this first season ended on felt like...a scramble to get there. They had a million different directions they could go, and they took a little bit of stupid from each one. Seriously, when you began the show did you think 'supes on a college campus murder spree' was going to be the end fucking theme? I wouldn't have chosen that in a million years cuz...it's basic. Everything is basic lately. BUT if I had to work with what they left me with...

IMO? Everything stays the same up till they let people out of the woods. There, they not only release the disease (which effects only CERTAIN supes. Mostly ones given compound v and not born of another super. Yeah, fuck you. I'm better than these writers), but, when they get above ground, some of the freed supes do not want to kill. Or want to go home. So there's a mini civil war, some die, both sides, and the blonde mind controls the rest (but weakens herself a lot). The bad guys decide it's best to go after the ceo of vought (who is on campus to receive a AWARD. Yeah-feed their ego, rich people come), and the good guys run into them. Big battle. Blah blah blah. Mind controller starts using random nearby people as human shields. Metal guy wraps her in a trap made from a lamppost. Crazy strong guy breaks her free as homelander shows up, and they run away. Homelander is told that the good guys are the bad guys, knocks them out, same ending (even tho that still fucking makes no sense, at all). Oh, and the shrinking girl can control her size and got big during the fight.

Same ending, but much more sensical and better.

Oh and the disease? They quarantined everyone infected, working on a cure, but some does escape, and we end on homelander sneezing and a little blood coming out of his nose.

BOO YA! You're welcome. 'Gods can bleed.' 300 reference!

<If I had to change the end ending? All the above, big battle as I said, bad guys get away (her HAND blown off, not arm), and they are all labeled the top hereos on campus. Homelander still makes a cameo at the ending, watching the news, hinting that he is SLIGHTLY intimidated by them, maybe seeing them as a threat, so season 2 can be a 'the boys 'crossover. Also Butcher does make a phone call cameo contacting the heroes saying something like 'The woods were just the beginning, mate. How far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?' Yeah, more of a set up line than good line, but...fuck you. Still better than their fucking ending.>

[threepointseven]

Heya!! If it isn't too dark, could I request some headcanons of Venti, Xiao, Gorou, and Kaeya finding out that their s/o has been assassinated? (Only to find out later that they somehow survived and are looking for them?) Thanks!! :D

You get assassinated (but you actually survive)

Type-HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= venti x gn! Reader, xiao x gn! Reader, kaeya x gn! Reader, gorou x gn! Reader

Note🍀= im still tryinf to get used to writing for kaeya 😞😞 btw im on vacation right now so please forgive me if you request and you dont get an answer for like 4 days :((

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Venti

- When you got assassinated everything in his life fell apart. He was drinking practically 24/7 and he stopped being his usual cheery self

- Not even a free drink from the tavern could cheer him up

- He had nightmares everynight, each one more horrifying than the last

- A nightmare of the moment you were stabbed through your chest by the unkown figure

“Its all your fault venti” “its your fault their dead barbatos”

- the voices ran through his head, you never actually said it was his fault but his mind kept drowning him in guilt

- He missed you everyday but still tried to keep his head up but whenever he heard people gossip about how your body hasnt been found yet he broke down.

- Little did he know you were actually fine! You somehow survived and got healed, so now here you were weakly walking to his home, squeezing the bandaged up wound on your chest

“V-venti..?”

That voice. He knows who that is. He’s not imagining it right?!

“Y/N?!”

- when he saw you tears flowed down his cheeks as he tackles you into the tightest hug youve ever been in

“A-ah- careful your gonna squeeze me to death-!”

- he cried on your shoulder hugging and babbling till night where you explained everything

- Safe to say he never let you out of his sigh for like a month

Xiao

- when you got assassinated he stopped acting like a human completely, claiming his emotions were a burden and hid them away once you disappeared

- You are his absolute world and he forced himself to bury those emotions deep inside of him until he could meet you again

- No one was able to comfort him, he promised to protect you. He promised to give his life for you but when you called his name he was too late.

- While he was busy confused as to why he cries everytime he hears your name you were limping your way to Liyue, healing your right arm and stomach which had extremely deep gashes from the assassin

“X-xiao!”

- the sound of your voice stunned him as he was in the middle of killing off a few ruin guards

- His attention straight away aas put on that familiar voice and he appeared right by your side on the verge of tears, frowning yet relieved

“Y/n….”

“Surprise!”

- you laughed awkwardly before he pounced on you, burying himself into your shoulder and just not letting go

- He isnt letting go of you till you promise to explain and promise to give him cuddles for like 3 hours straight 😡😡

Gorou

- your assassin was a fellow who supported the vision hunt decree, and your boyfriend being an anti was getting on their nerves so they killed the best thing thats ever happened in gorou’s entire life

- When he saw you get killed in your own home he dropped everything to try and help you but before he knew it the assassin took your body

- His enthusiasm dropped, not kokomi nor kazuha could cheer the fox up

- No amount of teasing could ever help him get out of that state of mourning

- They hasnt found your body yet but the poor general made a shrine for you, your polaroid pictures around the area and it was painted with your favorite flowers.

- He went there everyday crying and sobbing at your pictures

- Life in war had gone back how it used to be before you, you made life colorful, but now it was back to black and white.

- When he first saw you limping over to him in the middle of nowhere on watatsumi island he thought he was dreaming

“gorou! Miss me babe?”

“Y/N?!?!”

- he shouted with tears forming at the edge of his eyes and he ran to your limping figure

- He pushed you down onto the soft grass with a passionate kiss. Crying into your chest and staining your shirt

“There there..”

- he drooled and cried onto your shirt and when you came home you bet your ass all your gonna be doing is hugging him☹️☹️

Kaeya

- the assassin was after kaeya, they happened to make the slightest mistake and the sword ended up going through your chest instead of the oh so charming Calvary captain

- After you supposedly died and your body disappeared kaeya simply stopped being kaeya.

- His flirts were no longer apart of his personality and he became strict and kept to himself. He became more like diluc in a way.

- He drowned himself in work and refused to meet up with anyone saying being a calvary captain was hard work. But really even after all that work he does to keep him busy he ends up unconsciously walking to your house and sleeping in it. He spent most of his nights in your house more than his.

- He would never tell a soul but the amount of times hes broken down at the sound of your name..

- When he saw you alive and well he was simply doing work in his office and you asked the others to keep you a secret for your little surprise

“Kaeya!”

Your voice bursted out as soon as you open your door and gave your boyfriend a small jump and he looked at you in disbelief

“Hope you didnt miss me too much!”

A small tear suddenly ran down his right cheek

“Welcome back darling..”

He didnt care if it was his imagination or a dream of some sort. As long he got to see your smiling healthy face, he wouldnt ask for more.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! What about Beauty and the Beast prompt? Gil being a hunter and Thena is kind of creature that could turn to human physique? And Gil is hunting her down but there's this incident where Thena saved him and brought him to her place. They developed something along the way but Thena was scared to show her true self because of the thought of him leaving her or worse killing her.

There were other hunters looking to rescue Gil and they told him that she was the creature they're looking for, you decide what will happen next.

Thank youuu (I am loving Passing Notes btw, everything you write!)

They said there was a creature in the high mountains, lurking in the woods for unsuspecting prey. Some said it was a massive wolf, the height of two men and as strong as ten. Some said it was some beast with wings that descended upon its prey and stole them into the sky. Others said it was just a regular old bear.

Hunters would come up the mountain regularly to hunt it. Sometimes it was under the guise of protecting the village further down, or their livestock. Some were clearly just out to hunt the biggest prey they could find and claim its head as a trophy. They were the most unsuspecting when she found them and sent them on their way with even more horrifying stories.

Her name was Thena.

She could barely remember a time before the curse set in. It took no effort at all the shift between her two forms, although her time in her human form had become more limited over the years. She used to be able to appear human for days. Now, she had to spend nearly every night as the Snow Fox.

It allowed her the time to hunt, as well as protect her territory. She knew she stood as tall as a horse when she was the Snow Fox, with a maw of teeth that frightened even the most braggadocious of men. It had served her well in her solitude ever since the castle was attacked.

She never sought retribution from the townspeople who attacked them either, which she thought was quite magnanimous of her. She could have gone down to the village and laid waste to it, but she didn't. She remained in the castle, abandoned by those who had survived the siege and escaped.

No one at all remembered that little Thena - the last of the cursed line - never made it out.

She had always been fine with being alone. Curiosity had brought her close to the village before, sitting disguised in the snow and watching people interact from afar. They were fascinating.

She knew she could try and interact with them as a human if she so desired. But she did not so-desire, for a very long time, in fact.

Then she found him.

He was a hunter, just like the others. But he clearly didn't want to be up in the mountains, stumbling around in a snowstorm. Quite literally--he slipped right off the edge of the cliff in his struggle to see and step along the ice safely. She'd barely been able to catch his coat in her teeth before he fell to his death.

His comrades had fled at the sight of her, abandoning him to her wrath. The cowards.

His name was Gilgamesh.

She'd met him properly as a woman, watching him carefully from across the fire pit she'd built in what used to be a kitchen. He asked what had brought her here and she'd said that she had lived here her whole life.

He shrugged. No other questions, no demand to know how she'd survived as just a woman in the ruins of a castle on a mountain that felt winter eight out of twelve months of the year. He just shrugged and continued eating the roasted quail she'd offered him.

"Call me Gil," he'd smiled at her between bites.

She did.

Gil had healing to do, and Thena soon found herself quite eager for his company. It was fascinating to have someone around, talking aloud to himself, telling the odd joke to the ptarmigans roosting in the rafters.

After she had offered him the most in tact room she could, he'd asked where she slept. She couldn't tell him that she had a nest of matted curtains and remains from beds. So, she'd said somewhere in one of those high-up towers, instead of in the basement, where she could sleep in her larger form if needed. And Gil had accepted that answer, only to to present her with a beautiful blanket stitched together from scraps he'd washed and sewn.

Even as a fox, she slept with it, whether balled up under her muzzle or as a human with it laid over top of her.

Gil continued to do things like that the longer he stayed at the castle with her. He was quite the craftsman, she learned over time. He spent his time sewing up her curtains and bed sheets, then he took to fashioning things out of the rest. He sewed her a new cloak to wear, a robe to keep her warm in the frigid castle.

Once he could walk, Thena was sure he would flee. She disappeared every night to hunt and guard the area as a fox, and she would drag herself home - squeeze through the broken storm cellar door - and settle down in the basement. She dreaded the day she would come upstairs as a woman and find herself alone again.

But one day he presented her with a dress, sewn together from the linen bedskirts and the lace of table runners and the lining of curtains. It was beautiful. It was perfect.

She'd thrown her arms around him, and maybe that was her mistake. Because he had wrapped his arms around her in response, and that feeling--the warmth of a single embrace was enough for her to sign her heart over to him.

She started digging through the library ravenously, searching for ways to break her stupid curse. She didn't tell him, either. She could have, but...the scent of gunpowder and the glint of knives would flash through her mind, and she would resign herself once more.

She started running through the night to other villages and towns, trying to gather answers as a human. Anything to help her stretch out the time she had with Gil. He started noticing, too, asking and worrying about her. But she told him that she must have been coming down with something.

He'd presented her with a thick lined coat not two days later.

How she loved him. She loved him when she was helping him walk through the grounds, admiring the sun like she never did when she was alone. She loved him when she'd curled up in the library, trembling as a storm shook the whole castle at a deafening volume for her ears, only to find herself being wrapped in his arms. She loved him when he sat up with her through the whole night until the winds quieted and she'd fallen asleep on his shoulder. She loved him more than she feared letting him go down to the village for supplies.

"I'll be right back," he promised with a smile over his shoulder.

She'd felt a tight squeeze in her gut, but waved him off with a smile of her own.

It was approaching nightfall. She'd paced around the front gate all day, too anxious for his return to do anything else. She'd trusted him--she had, she did. But the longer he was gone, the longer she wondered how long he had been waiting to escape her.

Her: the cursed beast in the mountains.

"Thena!"

Her ears pricked up, hearing him even at the distance he was from her. She took off in his direction, focused on the distress in his voice. She could smell other people with him, too. Had they followed him? Was he leading a group of hunters right to her?

He sounded so worried.

Thena pressed on, twisting herself in the air to run on four legs instead of two. Her svelte white fur caught on the trees as she charged forward.

A gunshot split the air, shaking the snow from the trees. Thena yowled as it grazed her side, but she didn't come to a halt until she slid in the snow, Gil on the ground between her front legs. She growled at the hunters staring them down, baring her teeth in all their glory.

"What the hell is that thing?!"

Gil scrambled to his feet, gripping a handful of her fur as he stood. "Thena?"

She didn't look away from their attackers. She couldn't afford to.

"Gil, get away from it!"

"No!" he turned to them, spreading his arms and holding his hands out. He wasn't nearly tall enough to block her from their aim, but the intention was clear. "Leave her alone!"

"What kinda hold has she got on you?!"

Thena snapped her teeth at them, but Gil did just as much to hold her back as he did to keep the others at bay.

"Back off!" Gil repeated, his voice rough as he shouted. "She won't hurt you!"

"The fuck she won't!"

"Not if you leave!" Gil countered, pointing back down the mountain. "Leave and don't come back."

"Gil-"

"You wanna live?!" he bellowed at them. "Then run!"

One took aim rather than listen. Gil tugged on Thena's ear, dragging her down to the ground. But crouched down, he could stand some chance of protecting her. "Move, Gil!"

"No," he stood steady, one hand between Thena's eyes and the other held out to the hunters. "And if you shoot me, I can promise that you'll only live long enough to suffer."

Thena snarled at them again.

Rifles lowered with disgusted sighs. Looks were traded. "Fuckin' succubus got him. There's no reasoning with him now."

Gil kept his eyes on them until they were out of sight again for a few minutes. He was still coming down from his adrenaline when he turned to her, still with her head in the snow. He knelt down, patting between her ears. "It's really you, huh?"

Thena flattened her ears back and whined at him.

"Hey, it's okay," he chuckled, still running his fingers through her pristine white fur. "I guess this would be kind of hard to bring up over dinner."

Thena looked up at him, staring at him through different eyes but seeing him the same as she did as a woman. This was the man she loved.

"Come on," he smiled at her, leaning down to kiss the freezing cold tip of her nose. "Let's go home."

Thena's vision turned to white, and then...nothing.

She awoke in Gil's bed. He had made the room into a liveable space--almost pleasant, despite the castle crumbling around them. She turned to look at him, seeing him sitting beside her, sewing something. "Gil?"

"Hey," he grinned, beaming at her with all that warmth he always had. She loved him so much. "You okay?"

"What happened?" she frowned, recalling the feeling of his fingers in her fur. Her tail had wagged and swished in the snow.

"It's, uh, hard to explain," he glanced away, his cheeks turning a charming pink. "But, one second you were a giant snow fox. Then I, uh, gave you a little kiss..."

He was so shy about it. How could she not be in love with him?

"And next thing I knew," he leaned closer, picking up her - very human - hand in his. "You were human again."

Thena looked down at her hand in his. She couldn't feel the pull that she had been feeling for the last months, or even since before finding him. She couldn't feel that tenuous connection to her other form running under her skin. She ran her tongue along the inside of her mouth, no longer finding sharp teeth. Her fingernails were short and rounded. She no longer felt like she could wag a tail if she had one. Because she didn't.

Gil brought her hand up to his lips. He felt warm, and she felt colder than normal. Were all humans this susceptible to the cold? "I don't know what that was. And I don't care, so long as you're okay."

Thena smiled at him, her head heavy on the pillow. It smelled like him, but humans couldn't smell much either. This would be an adjustment. "I'll explain everything."

"Later," he nodded, pulling the covers up higher over her. "You must be tired."

She felt exhausted. "What about you?"

"I'll be here," he promised, picking up his sewing again. Thena rolled over onto her side so she could look at him, even as her eyes drooped more and more.

"Gil?"

"Yeah?" he whispered, looking down at her.

"Will you get my blanket from the basement?" she asked with her eyes closed, already half asleep.

He stood, leaning over to kiss her cheek, "I'll be right back."

[realcube]

hq boys with a short! s/o

characters ♡ tsukishima, ushijima, sakusa & suna 

content warning ♡ cursing & mentions of weight 

kei tsukishima

♡ ofc he’ll tease you for it what do you expect

♡ on the bright side though, he won’t put in too much effort

♡ like he won’t hold things above your head bc that requires too much energy 

♡ but if you tease him or try to correct him, he’ll roll his eyes and be like ‘sorry, i didn’t hear you from all the way up here’ or ‘huh? did the spec of dust say something?’

♡ he just thinks you’re so cute when you’re on the verge of being annoyed bc -contrary to popular believe - he doesn’t get any entertainment from you being genuinely irritated or mad 

♡ also, you’re too short for him to use you as an armrest- like he has to hunch over to rest his elbow on your head and that kinda defeats the purpose 

♡ he won’t pick you up in public tho- sorry

♡ (unless you are intoxicated/actually need him too)

♡ if you ask him to pick you up just for fun, he’ll smirk and avert his gaze, ‘no.’

♡ uGh but plz don’t go and ask someone else to pick you up- 😩😠

♡ if you walk away from him and try approach kageyama/yamaguchi, he’ll grab you by your wrist and yank you back, ‘fine, get on.’

♡ in private though, he carries you more often

♡ he finds amusement in how you gasp and squeal when he sneaks up behind you, slips his arms under yours and picks you up

♡ ALSO - this is before y’all are dating btw - tsukishima is 100000% the sort of guy to be like ‘geez your hands are really fucking small, how do you even get anything done? 🙄’ in hopes that you’ll get pouty and/or defensive and ask him to compare hand sizes

♡ ^ that is how he flirts 

♡ and if you ask him to get something off a high shelf in the supermarket for you, he’ll spare you a glance before saying in a monotone voice, ‘how did you survive before you met me?’

♡ and be sure to keep a close eye on the cart or you’ll end up at the register, loading your item onto the conveyor belt then notice that there is Growmore fertiliser in your trolley 

♡ ‘eh? what is this?’ you quirked a brow, confused as to how such an item ended up in your trolley as you didn’t even go to the gardening isle

♡ tsukishima tried his best to repress the smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he turned his head to examine the item in your hand, ‘oh, i picked it up. i thought you might need it for..y’know.’

♡ then he gestured to your vertical stance or lack there of 

wakatoshi ushijima 

♡ he unintentionally treats you like a child tbh

♡ like..no matter how strong/powerful you are-

♡ you could literally be able to deadlift more than him yet he’ll still be like ‘:) wow they’re so fragile and delicate, must protecc’

♡ but he still treats you as an equal- if you know what i mean??

♡ bc although he babys you sometimes, he still knows that you are capable of defending yourself and being independent 

♡ also, he doesn’t treat you like that bc he thinks less of you due to your appearance or height, he does it bc it’s just the way he expresses affection and shows that he cares for you 

♡ that’s how he feels most comfortable being soft around you 

♡ anyway, he likes to place his hand on your head when you’re near him, no matter what either of you are doing 🥺

♡ and his hand is v large :o 

♡ if he’s talking to his friend and you’re standing next to him, hand on head >:)

♡ standing in line at the supermarket, hand on head >:)

♡ y’all are watching a movie in the living room, hand on head >:)

♡ you don’t remember where this trend really started but you recall him doing it before he even started dating you

♡ he doesn’t know why he does it either, maybe just bc it kinda reminds him of how petite you are compared to him 

♡ also he places a kiss on the top of your head before you part ways in the morning :3

♡ omg and one time you stood on the couch and surprised him with a kiss on the head and mans MELTED 

♡ ushiwaka.exe stopped working 

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he..enjoys intimidating you 

♡ like he makes it a point to stand directly in front of you so he has to look down at you and you have to look up at him-

♡ like he really loves to highlight that height difference ✨

♡ also bc he’s above you, his chin is angled pointing straight forwards while his eyes look down at you 

♡ his intention was to look hot and nonchalant but it was really just unnerving for you 

♡ it made his gaze resemble a glare so you thought he hated you for the longest time 

♡ but dw bc he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out-

♡ he doesn’t tease you too often for being short- the most playful thing he’s ever done in regards to your height was that one time he was standing behind you in gym class, waiting patiently for instructions so he started absent-mindedly using the top of your head as a bongo drum

♡ usually he just helps you with tasks

♡like if he’s out shopping with you and you’re looking at something on a high shelf, he’s pretty observant so he’ll notice quickly then grab the item for you 

♡ or he’ll keep a firm grip on your hand in bustling areas so you don’t get swept away by the crowd

♡ he genuinely feels bad for you lol

♡ he complains a lot about you fucking up his settings in your shared car though lmao 

♡ ‘i could’ve crashed (y/n)-’

♡  ‘that’s your fault for not adjusting the rear view mirror’

♡ ‘i wouldn’t have to adjust anything if your tiny little legs could actually reach the pedals- who gave you your licence?’ 

rintarō suna

♡ you are his personal armrest

♡ and his cushion

♡ and his pillow 

♡ he’s been told he’s short for his position so many times that he forgets that he is actually 6″1

♡ like he must think you are the same height as him or sumn bc he treats you as if he weights the exact same as you

♡ when in reality, he crushes you 

♡ he puts most of his weight onto you when he rests his elbows on your head which makes you lose your balance way too often

♡ if you’re sitting on the couch, watching tv or whatever, there is a 99.9% he will approach you and sit on top of you lmao

♡ ‘what we watchin’, babe?’

♡ nothing anymore, since his back has blocked your view of the screen

♡ once you explain to him that he’s so much taller than you and you physically cannot pick him up or carry his weight despite how much you try, he’s pouty for about a week but then he gets over it 

♡ he now tries to embrace your height difference 

♡ he always wears baggy hoodies when he is at yours so there is enough room for both of you in it :)

♡ honestly he’s ready to give you all of his hoodies if you were to ask lol

♡ he just loves seeing how you are basically drowning in the plush fabric and how cozy you look (❤´艸｀❤)

♡ also his favourite position to sit with you in is where he has his legs crossed and you sit in his lap while he has his arms draped over you shoulders (optional: you slide underneath his hoodie)

[sirenspells]

I said in my first post about witch sunny that I didn’t have a plot, that the au was just vibes. then like 10 minutes after I made that post I started coming up with a plot and here’s what I got for it so far

So like Sunny throwing his violin, getting into the argument with Mari, him pushing her, that all still happens. Big difference though, Basil isn’t there when that happens, so Sunny’s on his own after he kills Mari. Then he hears someone knocking on the door of their home, and it’s Hero, who heard the commotion from his house and is wondering what the heck’s happening, and Sunny decides to get the hell out of there. He runs off into the forest behind their backyard, and he just keeps running and running for what feels like forever until he stumbles upon an abandoned house in the middle of the woods

Sunny enters this spooky house and sort of just sits in a corner and cries to himself, about how he’s an awful human being who killed his sister and now he’s just up and abandoned everything. Suddenly weird red hands appear around Sunny and if he wasn’t freaking the hell out before he’s freaking out now, but while he’s panicking, a black cat enters the house through a window and approaches Sunny. Sunny finds comfort in the cat and picks it up and cradles it in his arms, and as he calms down, the red hands disappear

Sunny ends up falling asleep, and when he wakes up, the cat’s sitting by the window. And once it notices that Sunny’s woken up, it talks. Sunny’s freaked the hell out that the cat just spoke but the cat continues. He introduces himself as Omori, and reveals that Sunny’s a witch, and that Omori is his familiar, whose job is to help Sunny learn and control his powers. Omori also reveals that those red hands that appeared around Sunny the night before was actually Sunny’s doing, as his powers had awakened right then and there

So of course this is a lot for Sunny to take in. I mean he just killed his sister, ran away from home, and now he apparently has magic powers and a cat is talking to him. But Sunny doesn’t want to return home because of what he did, and he feels he doesn’t deserve to return to his friends. So he resigns himself to staying in the woods and learning magic from Omori

So four years pass and over those four years Sunny learns magic from Omori and also the two of them clean up and redecorate the house with whatever they can get their hands on, until it’s no longer the abandoned creepy house that Sunny first stumbled upon

So Omori occasionally goes into Faraway Town, mostly if Sunny’s curious on how his friends are doing, so about two years after Sunny runs away Omori’s doing that and he uh. sees Mari leaving Sunny’s house. And Omori’s like “what the fuck” cause he was sure that Mari was dead. So Omori kinda follows her around a bit, overhearing conversations she has, and learns that she hadn’t actually died when Sunny pushed her. Hero called 911 when he found her body at the bottom of the stairs and she still had to stay in the hospital for a while but she’s doing fine now

Btw Mari surviving the fall is a change this AU makes, in canon she most definitely was dead when she reached the bottom of the stairs lol

Of course Omori tells Sunny this and Sunny feels. conflicted. He’s happy that she’s alive, of course, he spent two years hating himself for killing her. But he still hurt her and said some awful things to her before he pushed her, and ruined what was supposed to be a night of them performing, so he still believes he doesn’t deserve to come back and so decides he’s gonna continue isolating himself

OKAY im stopping the plot summary here cause this is where the plot is a little less set in stone and this is getting long but I will say what happens next is that four years after Sunny runs away, Kel, Aubrey, and Basil get lost in the woods and come across Sunny’s house oooo spooky