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nneteyamss · 1 month ago

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ROSES — 13. frat party

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“okay, once someone gets sick, it gets too crazy, someone makes a bad decision, or something else we’re leaving. got it?” mark turned from the drivers seat to face his friends before they entered the party.

mina and y/n nodded and gave mark a thumbs up while yangyang saluted him with a straight face.

“alright now get the fuck out my car and let’s go party” he sighed at yang and gave a small smile, hoping tonight would be smooth and fun.

“where do you guys think hyuck is right now?” yang asked as the 4 of them walked gingerly to the front door. the music was blasting and as they got closer it was harder to hear.

mark shrugged and mina don’t bother answering the question. “i don’t know but if he’s with his other friends, he can stay far away from me. last thing i need is jaehyun seeing me.” as y/n was finishing her sentence, they entered the house, almost instantly being greeted by hyuck who was passing by to get more drinks.

“you guys made it! drink are in the kitchen to your left, snacks are on the kitchen counters and dining room table, and yeah. i gotta hurry and go now, i got a hottie waiting for me.” he spoke fastly before dashing out of their sight.

the four of the scooted to the side so they weren’t blocking the entrance and took a look around. people walking past who knew them waved and said hello. it wasn’t long before y/n tapped mina on the shoulder and whispered in her ear to beat the loud music “wanna grab some drinks?” to which mina nodded. the two girls told mark and yang where they were going and disappeared from their previous spots.

not a lot of people crowded the kitchen but there were a good amount of people standing around and talking. y/n grabbed two bottles and handed one to mina as leaned back against the counter.

“oh dude i’m so glad these have the twist caps, i would’ve been pissed if i had to find someone to open this.” mina nodded with y/n’s statement while they twisted the caps off their drinks and took a sip.

“i know, and i didn’t even think to bring my bottle opener. also i’m not gonna lie… this music kinda sucks ass, i could’ve done better in my bedroom with a playlist and a dream.” the two girls laugh at the image of mina in her room dressed up like a frat boy, headphones around her neck, sunglasses on, and doing the frat flick with playing something probably like ‘baby’ by justin bieber.

“i’ll be standing right beside you hyping up the crowd like this” y/n jumped up and down with her hand in the air fist pumping, almost spilling her drink in the process.

after a while of talking the two finished the drinks they first opened, ended up taking some shots with random drunk girls who came into the kitchen (twice), and grabbing another drink. after starting to feel buzzed mina stopped drinking but y/n kept going. the two girls made their way out onto the makeshift dance floor where they saw their friends on the side talking.

“heyyy guys!” y/n walked towards them while waving, stumbling and almost falling while doing so.

“damn girl how much did you drink?” mark asked with a raised eyebrow. y/n only laughed and brushed him off.

“i dunno but that’s not important, i thought you said you weren’t drinking?” her eyes zeroed in to the red solo cup in his hand with a clear liquid inside.

“this is water, which you should get some of”

“guys can we sit down somewhere, my feet are starting to hurt.” mina interrupted the conversation to complain with a completely valid point. after standing around in the kitchen for who knows how long, who else’s feet wouldn’t start to hurt.

“couch is empty over there” hyuck pointed out a vacancy, to which they all ran over to the couch before someone would sit down and take it. as soon as y/n sat down she suddenly started feeling a little sick from the multiple drinks she had. her face was flushed red from all the alcohol and the stood right back up.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom, i’ll be right back”

“do you need me to come with you?” mina looked up at her, ready to tag along.

“no i should be good, thank you though my babygirl” y/n blew a kiss and mina blew one right back, ignoring their guy friends around them. with that y/n left to use the bathroom.

this definitely wasn’t the first nct frat that y/n attended so she knew her way around the building decently well and quickly navigated herself to the bathroom. upon arrival she immediately rolled her eyes at the line to wait to use the bathroom, which was probably disgusting anyway. luckily y/n is somewhat close friends with nct member yuta and knew he had a bathroom in his room.

the way they befriend each other was kind of odd but they just happened to ‘click’ after a while of pestering. most people avoided talking to yuta as a friend, due to his resting bitch face, but when y/n got paired with him she was determined to be nothing but kind and become his friend or at least acquaintance. often yuta would ignore these attempts and just try to get their work done and over with. under all of his frat boy who gets around persona, y/n knew there was something deeper. so what does she do? pull out photos of her family dog back home, because who can resist a cute dog? this plan undoubtedly worked as yuta became obsessed with her little puppy who he now calls “his second daughter” and asked for new pics of her constantly. he keeps telling y/n that they need to set up a play date between her dog nova and his dog rapunzel.

after getting lost once, y/n finds her way to yuta’s room, trying to remember the way they would take when they studied here. much to her surprise yuta had told her the pin to his door and she quickly typed it in, still not feeling well.

“1026” she muttered to herself as she pressed the tiny buttons. the door unlocked and she swung the door open, ready to head into his bathroom.

not even getting to step all the way into the room she was met with two people already occupying the space. a male and female, the guy was sat on the bed with his pants pulled slightly down and the girl was on her knees in front of him, very obviously giving him head. the sound of the door opening caused her to pull off of him and they both looked at the door. the girl she didn’t recognize but the guy… she had been trying to avoid all night.

“y/n?” jaehyun looked at her shocked, trying to cover himself up somewhat.

“i’m so sorry” she said at the same time jaehyun said her name once she broke out of her frozen spot. just as she spoke, she gagged and ran right into yuta’s bathroom and to the toilet instead of out the room. thankfully the toilet seat was already up as she began puking into the white bowl in front of her. her hands on both sides of the toilet, not even thinking about her hair.

all of a sudden she felt her hair being pulled back and a hand on her back rubbing in circles “let it all out.” they said quietly, encouraging her to get all of this out her system. the puking went on for a couple minutes on and off before it finally stopped all together. y/n opened her eyes once she leaned away from the toilet to see jaehyun grabbing a piece of toilet paper to wiper her mouth and even flushed the toilet for her.

feeling worn out and tired, as well as still drunk, y/n closed her eyes again and laid her head on the wall behind her. “you feeling better now?” jaehyun spoke softly, to not scare her. not even wanting to respond, she shook her hand back in forth in an “eh” way to give a response.

“c’mere” jaehyun helped her off the bathroom floor and laid her down at the top of yuta’s bed. he quickly retrieved a water from the mini fridge located on the opposite side of the room and told her to drink it. she took small sips and drank a good amount before putting the rest on the nightstand. “lay here and get some rest, i’ll find your friends and let them know where you are” he stroked the side of her head softly and stood up to exit the room.

“no… stay here.” y/n finally spoke, her voice a little weak. she looked at him sadly and it worked, he came back over to her and sat on the opposite side of the bed.

“i’ll stay, just get some rest please.” she nodded and laid there next to him, subtly inching closer to feel comfort and quickly fell asleep.

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lovingdabeessss · 3 months ago

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What do you think the relationship between Blake's parents and Yang would be like?

I’m gonna start this off I think maybe they would’ve been wary of Yang at first

If they met her they’d love her but they didn’t really get that chance after all of team Rwby fully DIED

If they started to piece together that the reason Blake came home so devastated and that she left her team at all had something to do with Yang it’d probably cause lots of concern

Cause when people talk about them in beacon they’d probably talk about how inseparable they were, how they were always hanging out, how they were the best partner team, completely in sync, they loved each other, they were in their own little world

Then after beacon fell it’s like there’s this time skip of stories that tend to start like: “when they started getting along again” “after they made up”

So something happened

And the other major relationship that Blake had that was that kind of closeness and had that great of an effect on her was Ad*m

So they were probably a little worried

Especially because Blake clearly loved her team based on the way she joined them and they probably saw at least a bit of their volume 5 reunion which was telling of something who knows what but definitely something with Their staring at each other exclusively and the tensions when yang came back up with the relic

There’s a possibility of something really serious happening between them!! could’ve been a big mutual fight, Yang could’ve been weird and evil, or just kind of manipulative, or she could’ve been fine but their was a incident, Blake could’ve even done something (unlikely she’s their angel but she was very distraught so they wouldn’t hold it against her gotta love loving parents)

They were definitely curious when Blake came back to them they were definitely more curious when Blake left but they just got her back so they didn’t want to push her to much

But then Blake fucking DIED and so did the rest of her team and now they have nothing

Their daughter is gone, she had been gone for years but she was alive it was awful they were miserable they missed her but she was alive that’s what mattered that’s all the mattered they could keep going knowing that even without knowing anything else like if she was safe or happy and then they got her back and everything was right in the world and she brought her weird friend with her (I love sun) and she was suffering but she got better and she worked through so much and she changed the white fang for the better and it was amazing

But now she’s dead and she’s never coming back and all they have is other people’s stories about her

And other peoples stories include Yang so so heavily

And so they barely got to know their daughter

And they definitely don’t know this random girl

But they’re going to figure them out because that’s all that’s all that they can do anymore

They’d probably ask sun about her, someone who they assume would know and also would be their least insensitive option as he was more Blake’s friend even if it doesn’t feel great as their essentially trying to dig up dirt on this DEAD young girl who died SAVING PEOPLE

And sun clearing it up talking about “no, Yang loved Blake she adored her she did anything for her she was the only one who could get her to rest she cared for her so much”

But the thing is as far as I’m aware Yang and Blake haven’t talked about what happened with Adam with anyone. obviously everyone knows Yang lost an arm and lots of people saw them bleeding in the middle of a crumbling beacon but that doesn’t give context. They don’t know Adam cut yangs arm off or stabbed Blake. They don’t know what happened In their dorm right before the fall when Blake doubted Yang at her lowest moment (it was VALID for Blake just bad timing!!)they don’t know about them killing Adam. they don’t know how Yang convinced Blake to rest

There’s a lot of really specific reasons for why their relationship happened as it did that no one alive knows the true full context of

A really fun idea to me is that maybe ilia knows about the arm chopping thing because I think it’s possible Adam possibly bragged about butchering Blake’s new favorite person

Maybe they bond with qrow who they probably thought was Yang and rubys main guardian/ parent because he was the one who was with them and maybe he sheds a small amount of light on Yang and who she is but they know he’s biased

Overall I think they figured out a lot of really great things about her, that she was always there for Blake during beacon getting her food and keeping her stable, that she’s a devoted older sister and friend, that the reason she wasn’t with her team when they were broadcasting was because she was in a giant whale grim fighting Salem directly

But they’re parents and they worry

But once they all come back from the dead and they actually meet Yang I think they’ll LOVE her

Especially because if they bring up these concerns Blake will definitely go to hell and back to explain how great Yang is and how much she loves her

Once they get through all possible concerns they’re SUPPERRR welcoming into the family kinda vibe

Very kind very happy yangs very confused

I think Yang would be really casual in the beginning of meeting them still very polite because they’re Blake’s parents and also kind of royalty but not your traditional meet the parents sort of thing become I don’t think she would’ve thought about the fact Blake might want that

Like I’ve said it before but I don’t think yangs going to go out of her way to actively tell people especially her parents that she’s dating Blake honestly she probably believes “team partner” is a sufficient enough title and people can just pick up that it’s also a romantic partnership totally normal for team partners

(Team strq probably still refer to each other as a team instead of family despite having actual children together so that’s yangs perspective )

I really doubt it would’ve occurred to her that Blake would want her parents to meet her romantic partner so that they can get along and with the intention of gaining approval for said romantic partner (not something Blake needs but definitely something she’d like)

Not that Yang needs to put up any particular acts or be super nervous so it’s great

The person the most nervous about meeting Blake’s parents is for sure Weiss

I think that in the end Blake’s parents would try to make Yang feel more like part of the family and they’d just end up with a really really nice and positive relationship

#rwby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #bumbleby #kali belladonna #belladonnas #sun wokung #qrow branwen #weiss schnee #team strq

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canary-curse-57 · 13 days ago

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At long last, I would like to present you all with a 2000+ word ramble about

WHY I THINK JIMMY SOLIDARITYGAMING COULD WIN THE LIFE SERIES

This WILL be long, this WILL be rambling, and I WON’T always get info correct, but I’m very passionate about the fact that Jimmy really is a good player, but happens to be an even better content creator (I’ll explain what I mean by this later!)

To start, I will analyze every death of his (although I will be excluding many from Limited Life for time reasons) because I believe that most of them can be categorized as some mix of Bad Luck, Accident, and/or Silly Decision. Then, in a different section, I’ll focus mainly on the Silly Decision deaths/explain why I don’t think he will win even if he could! I’ll also add in a TLDR section at the very end to try and summarize the big points I made. Anyways, let’s get into it!

3RD LIFE:

First death - Dare To Flare - Silly Decision

Ah, Jimmy’s first death. This is one of the Silliest Decisions of all, but it also demonstrates a characteristic of Jimmy’s playstyle that we see very frequently throughout the rest of the series: when presented with a high-risk high-reward situation, he almost always attempts the situation, even if the chance of success is negligible. There was never really that much of a chance to win Dare To Flare without cheating, and others had already died trying, but he still gave it a shot!

Second death - TNT Minecart - Accident/Silly Decision (I can't find yellow so I guess orange will do,,)

Our first multi-category death! To me, this one ultimately feels more like an accident than anything else, due to Jimmy not knowing how exactly TNT minecarts worked at the time, but I also have to qualify it as partly a silly decision because Scott did tell him not to touch it.

Final death - Arrow - Bad Luck

This is honestly one of the more unlucky deaths for Jimmy across the whole entire life series! Ultimately, being unable to get down the ladder properly is what did him in, and I honestly believe that Jimmy might’ve been able to avoid dying first had he just not gotten unlucky with the timing of the shot/getting down the ladder. Oh, how different things could’ve possibly been,,,,

LAST LIFE:

Before I analyze the deaths for this series, I want to talk about why, to me, this is Jimmy’s best season ever in terms of results!! He was one of 5 people to start the season off with 2 lives, but unlike three of the others, he never gained another life (shoutout Ren, the other one who never gained another life!! I think this was his best season so far too!!!). Sure, he tried stealing one from Martyn, but he didn’t get to keep that one! Every other person (again, except for Ren!) that started yellow died more than 2 times over the course of the series, but not Jimmy!!! He also didn’t have his 1st death until the 6th session!! 13 other players had already died at least once before he did!! He also went to risky places where other people died (the Nether/a bastion where Mumbo died!!) and survived!! So while he had two rough deaths in back to back sessions and still went out first, this still remains his best season in my eyes, and it also is a great representation of the fact that he’s still a good Minecraft player!! He can survive really well when he minimizes Silly Decisions/doesn’t have to deal with bad luck, but minimizing Silly Decisions won’t be a frequent thing for him (more on that later) which is why I think that he could win but probably won’t.

First death - Explosion - Accident/Bad Luck

While digging the dirt that set off the trap could add a Silly Decision category to this, I won’t be adding it because really, who would expect a random piece of dirt blocking an entrance to be trapped? (Not me, that’s for sure - I probably would’ve done the same thing) Honestly though, I feel like if this was a different type of death, Jimmy might not have gone out first. The explosion absolutely obliterating all of his stuff makes life much more difficult, and definitely impacted his season ending when it did.

Final death - Fall/Grian - Silly Decision/Accident

The main reason that I categorize this one as a Silly Decision is because technically, Jimmy started it. Out of everyone on the server, Grian feels like the most likely to retaliate against a red, even if all they did was punch him, so it definitely wasn’t a good idea to instigate here. I also qualify it as an Accident because he says it (specifically falling off the edge of the building) was (*insert clip from Evil Anvil song here*).

DOUBLE LIFE:

Before I start this section, I have something devastating to admit; I’ve never actually watched Double Life (I know, I know!! I’ve been meaning to for so long but just haven’t gotten around to it,,,,) I did go in and watch his deaths, so I at least know how they went down, but everything I know about the rest of this season is from the fandom.

First death - Soulmate - UNCATEGORIZABLE

Now, I know you could technically qualify this as a Bad Luck death, but I really really don’t think it fits at all!! Essentially every person in Double Life died because their soulmate died at some point, so saying that Jimmy just happened to have the Bad Luck to be paired with Tango doesn’t feel right. This death was totally and completely out of his hands, so it becomes the only one to truly not fit into any category.

Second death - Falling/Hit By Arrow - Silly Decision/Bad Luck

Genuinely how did that arrow manage to hit Jimmy?? Bad Luck for him for sure, but ultimately standing as far over the edge as he was when people are firing up at you is a biiit of a Silly Decision. There’s also even more Bad Luck factored in when it comes to the timing of the whole thing - him and Tango just happened to be enchanting with Scar and Grian when the whole server decided to go after them! Jimmy wasn’t really even the main target here!

Final death - Enderman - Accident/Bad Luck

Ah yes, the Enderman death. I know I’ve said this multiple times already (and I’m sure I’ll say it many more), but this has gotta be one of Jimmy’s most unlucky deaths ever. With the combination of being low on food (so he can’t heal), the shield being about to break, and the tree he hides under not properly blocking the enderman, this was a recipe for disaster from the moment he accidentally looked into its eyes. Definitely a death that’s almost impossible to avoid.

LIMITED LIFE:

While I won’t be going through each and every death Jimmy had during this season (since Oh Boy there were a lot more than 3), I’ll focus on 3 that I want to point to that feel very very important to me!

Digging straight down with Joel - Silly Decision (Doing It For The Bit)

What’s this? A subcategory? Well yes, yes it is! This is a subcategory that we really only see in Limited Life, since people could die much more in that series due to the mechanic. So while this was still a Silly Decision, it was one made for fun and for The Bit! I’ll go into more depth as to why later, but this death is the ultimate example of why Jimmy probably won’t ever actually win a Life Series; he is in it 1000% for the fun!

Falling into trap because Grian pushed a button - Accident/Bad Luck

This is one of those deaths that is just so unlucky for Jimmy! Of course Grian didn’t mean to kill him, making it an Accident, but it really just feels like such Bad Luck overall! He honestly had a lot of these deaths the closer he got to the end of Limited Life; another one that comes to mind is the pufferfish death that happened while he was leaving the Nosy Neighbors’ base. These types of deaths are unfortunately completely unavoidable because they are almost completely unpredictable.

Final death - Falling - Accident/Bad Luck

This death is clearly an Accident, but it’s also an example of Bad Luck because of the placement of the minecart/the fact that he was shifting but seemingly un-shifted at the last second. Really though, this death feels like the world just making sure he died, since he should’ve been out with Etho’s boogie kill.

SECRET LIFE:

First death - Drowned/Trident - Bad Luck

I’ll be honest, I had to go back and watch this death- but it really was another case of Jimmy just having the worst luck with this game! His health was already SO low (and sure, I could technically qualify this one as a Silly Decision in terms of him deciding to go outside when it was dark out while being so low on hearts, but it doesn’t feel quite right for some reason), & to have a trident drowned just decide to spawn in that area is awful luck!

Second death - Ender Dragon - Bad Luck/Silly Decision

Ah, the Ender Dragon death. Yet another example of a high-risk potentially-high-reward situation that Jimmy went into despite a low chance of success,,, personally I think that if he avoided the End, his second death would’ve come much later & his chances of making it even longer would’ve increased drastically.

Final death - Warden - Silly Decision/Bad Luck

While this death definitely has Bad Luck as a secondary factor, Silly Decision is the main one here by a MILE. Deciding to help fight/stay in the area of a Warden and a Wither while being a red life with just over one row of hearts remaining?? One of the Silliest Decisions of all! Anyways, this death also has a Bad Luck component to it because of the Warden deciding to focus on him instead of Mumbo even though they were both really close to it & also with some of the long distance shots from the Warden actually hitting.

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Now, I know that was a lot of rambling, but there’s a really big thing about these deaths that made me want to categorize them; very few of them have anything to do with pvp fighting! Most of them are environmental deaths (deaths to mobs/fall damage) or deaths indirectly caused by another player (traps that Jimmy himself had to trigger) instead of ones directly caused by a player!

Of course, every player in the life series has had environmental/indirectly caused deaths, but the winners/the people who place really high? They have more deaths directly caused by a player than anything else!

Take someone like Impulse, who consistently has a very high placement in the life series, but hasn’t won one (yet!!). A vast amount of his deaths are kills directly caused by other players! Same for most of the winners!! (Scar is the outlier here, although he only died due to direct kills by other players in the season he won, sooooo)

So, here’s what I’m getting at: if Jimmy can cut down on his environmental deaths, and avoid triggering traps/aggravating other players, I think he could survive much longer than he has so far! He would go from someone who dies without others needing to have much of an input, to someone that people would have to intentionally try to kill because he’s one of the final greens/yellows! We already know from Last Life that he can go a TON of episodes without dying, so if we combine that ability with more than two starting lives, then I think we have a recipe for a potential winner on our hands!!

However. Despite my belief that Jimmy is a much better player than anyone gives him credit for, I also don’t think that he will win a life series. And this is gonna get a little over-analyze-y, but I think that he won’t win because of who he is as a person and as a content creator.

He’s always willing to take risks for friends, do something for the bit (as seen by his lava death with Joel in Limited Life), and generally put himself in risky situations. He knows what makes a good video, but he also just genuinely is having fun with his friends! I think Jimmy could win a life series if he took it really really seriously, and put a ton of time and focus into staying alive and making it far, but I’m not sure that would be very fun for him. He seems like the kind of person who is just in it for a good time. And I’m not saying that he doesn’t want to win, or doesn’t take the series seriously at all - I think he definitely does, based on his reaction to his final death at the end of Double Life & Limited Life - but he’s not gonna go out of his way to win or do the ‘smart thing’ when he can just keep enjoying the series.

(Eugh, that felt a little too personality-analyzing/parasocial and weird for me, but I do think it’s true.)

ANYWAYS, that’s about it!

So TLDR: Lots of Jimmy’s deaths aren’t directly caused by players, and if he can avoid those types of deaths, he could survive long enough to have a real shot at winning! He also is much better at being able to survive a long time than we give him credit for, as we see in Last Life. However, while he still takes the life series seriously, he’s ultimately in it for the fun, making it less likely that he pulls off a win.

Thanks so much for reading, and feel free to ask questions/share your own thoughts!!

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miss-eli-starfleet · 5 months ago

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My critique of CW’S The Flash

The Flash is one of my absolute favourite shows, and I think it deserves one of these. Yes my favourite shows deserve critiques because there are changes I would’ve liked to see instead. This is all just my opinion on the show, not exactly hating it. Plus.. I saw someone else doing something similar to here goes.

Imma be clear at the start. I don’t hate WestAllen, just really really disappointed with how they were written in the latter seasons sometimes.

Props to every actor in the Flash who put all their effort into the show whether the script was cringe or not.

Season 1-2 was FIRE. No complaints. Loved the WestAllen.

Season 3 was good,

but I think they could’ve done Savitar better. Still liked him as the big bad being depressed/emo!Barry. I’ll say that I got really attached to Harry in S2 which made me wonder why they have HR there at all? The dude grew on me, and he added humour to the team, but honestly between him and Harry, it could’ve easily been Harry. Though it means he would die at the end.. so I’m glad Season 3 had HR Wells instead sorry not sorry.

The relationship between Julian Albert and Barry was so fun to watch. Which reminds me, LOVED Eobard’s appearance as Matt Letscher in 3x01. I have no idea why they continue to use Wells’ face like bruh. Your pretending as Wells is over so like why. GIMME MORE MATT!EOBARD.

I loved Frost???

Season 4 was also great.

I’d say more quality than season 3 because it was their first time against a big bad that WASN’T a speedster yet posed a more than adequate challenge to the team. The plot was nice and unique (I really loved Hazard!). I’ll say that DEVOE was kinda showing some red flags before becoming the Thinker in his relationship with Marlize, like he seemed kinda overly possessive of her. Glad that she switched to helping Team Flash after seeing what her husband had become. Loved her “Thinker’s first victim” line.

I felt like they started focusing on Cecile too much? Her role was vital to the plot at the end with helping Barry hop into Devoe’s mind to retrieve Ralph. And speaking of Ralph, I was neutral towards the character at first, but he grew on me. Also why fire him for sometning he did like 10yrs ago. That made no sense. I’d rather Ralph than more Cecile or Allegra.

LOVED ALL THE BANTER BETWEEN HARRY AND CISCO. And FROST FROST FROST!!! I liked her S4 outfit. I also think Barry’s supersuit was the best in this season.

One of my favourite episodes was “Flashtime”. Awesome awesome filler episode.

Season 5 was also great.

Barry’s supersuit was trash tho imo. He just looks like a weird deformed strawberry.

Above average but not quite as good as S4. LOVED NORA WORKING WITH THAWNE then Barry finding out and tossing her into the pipeline cell lol. Just the betrayal, and then dumping her in the middle of a random street in the future. Loved all the father-daughter moments she had with Barry. Cool to see the writers creativity in “meta-tech”.

However Iris.. bro in 5x19 she has some issues bringing up the fact Barry NEEDED to go into the Speedforce TWICE. And then her telling Barry to his face that she didn’t care that Nora was working with Thawne. Like bro, he murdered your husband’s mother and caused sm problems. And you don’t care about that?? Good to see that Barry called her out in the end.

Imma complain about freaking Sherloque again. Why not Harry? Even after what happened to him in S4, I think he could’ve figured out that Nora is secretly working with Thawne. Like dude’s still smart af.

Nora getting erased from existence at the very end.. sad :( I miss S5 Nora

Season 6.

I feel like this is when everything started going downhill. I didn’t care for Mirror Monarch. The mirror!Iris storyline was interesting to see. Idk what happened the rest of the season. That’s how much I didn’t care for this season lol. I think the other half was about Ramsey and how he wanted to make everyone zombies. Man I HATED Sue Dearborn or however you spell her name. She just took up too much screentime. This is when it started feeling like “Iris & Friends” instead of “The Flash”.

Liked to see how Barry dealt with slowly losing his speed bc he was killing the speedforce lol. Liked how the Caitlin/Frost duo became separate people. It was cool. At least we got that lol.

I think this is when Allegra comes in. I honestly can’t stand her. Like the whole her and her sister trope? Why.

The one thing I did like was Barry’s artificial speedforce gave him speed thinking. Awesome episode to watch. EXCEPT NASH. WHY. His sacrifice is useless in the end because of the whole “Iris is Barry’s lightning rod” thing. Have nothing about a speedster’s lightning rods in the comics, just didn’t like how that was written into the show. It eventually got really annoying.

Season 7.

Where do I even begin. This is when Barry’s “children” became a thing, and then suddenly speedforce!Nora wanting to kill all of them? Like what??? Where did that come from? Dion’s storyline was interesting. The rest were just.. Meh. And the CGI was so cringe.

I loved Abra Kadabra??? Why they gotta kill him off in one episode.

Does Chillblaine start coming in this season? I dislike him in general.

Season 8.

THIS IS WHEN BARRY’S ACTUAL CHILDREN COME BACK.

Now with Nora getting erased in S5, I really would’ve preferred if they gave us Tornado Twins instead. Like you can even use the same actors, but I honestly don’t really like the new Nora. I did like seeing her interaction between her and her family.

Also. Bart. I. Have. Major. Problems. I LOVE Bart but he is supposed to be Barry’s GRANDSON. Give us Don Allen instead. I did like the episode where they messed up the timeline, went back to 2013 and then accidentally reset Jay into the timeline. Also loved the episode with the whole Barry and the gamma radiation making him age hella fast. Bro was basically a zombie at the end and still overloaded the machine with the speedforce.

The. Stupid. Power Rangers godspeed arc was shit and them being Bart’s Thawne-like arch nemesis. Like boy, don’t compare Thawne with your godspeed problems. Don’t even start. Also what is with the “Negative Forces” and “Positive Forces” Power Rangers thing and then Iris’ time sickness? At this point, The Flash just started to feel like a soap opera.

I liked Chester even though he was a “replacement” for Cisco. He was unique. But the whole Allegra/Chester budding relationship where did that come from?? It just seemed very cringe and didn’t do much for the plot besides drama I guess. Khione was meh. Like just give us Caitlin with Frost in some way. I don’t care about Khione and her arc. Pls give us more Barry and not so much Cecile and Allegra.

Season 9

The show should just be renamed “Power Rangers: Iris & Friends” at this point. They made an entire episode without Barry?? Like if I pick up a Flash comic book, I expect it to be about THE FLASH. Not his random friends. Like yes, his friends can make appearances but don’t give me a whole dang episode without Barry THE MAIN CHARACTER. Also how the hell did Cecile become that OP, where is the character development.

Idk where Chillblaine comes in but I just don’t like him, not to mention that I don’t like the relationship between him and Frost. Like what.

Eddie’s Cobalt Blue arc and Red Death arc could’ve been done WAY better. I didn’t see any plot relevance in any way. It was written so poorly. Red Death was just like evil speedster!Batman or something. Please don’t bring our beloved Eddie back if you gonna write him all just jealous of Barry and him somehow becoming the new avatar of the Negative Speedforce. And what does Batwoman have anything to do with this (I believe she appears in the finale villains arc)l

There is legit only one episode I like in S9. The one that comes “full circle”. The one where Barry gets stuck in 2000, gets to chill with his parents for one day, and then comes full circle with Matt!Eobard killing Nora. SEASON 1 QUALITY. They even use the same bg music which awwww. And the “If I can spend one more day with my parents, then what would I say to them?” Line? Chef’s kiss.

Did not like the finale. His final run speech was okay about sharing his gift. Definitely would’ve preferred if Barry became the lightning bolt that struck him in S1 like in the comics.

Idk which episodes: Loved all the Amunet & Frost storyline, and then Goldface time to time appearances. Especially “Officer Chemist” lol.

#this was long af #dc #dc comics #Barry Allen #the flash #Iris west #WestAllen #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #Harrison wells #Eobard Thawne #reverse flash #eli speaks

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hinasxvii · 3 months ago

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Noble Trial Thoughts

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❁ 𝗠𝘆 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄! 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝘆𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴! 🤗💞

This is just a random thought that popped up in my head as I listened to Zaros’s audios for the 850th time! 🥰

I don’t know if it was stated, but I am 99.9999999% sure that it was in one of the episodes. If not I will be extremely embarrassed 🙏 but it’s whatever (it’s not whatever)

I THINK that in one of the episodes that it was either our mother or Zaros’s mother that said back then when the trials were held in the past that those who contested actually fought to death. It’s killing me that idk if this was stated or not rn and im gonna crash out, but moving on! But if it wasn’t stated this will js be a lil AU of mine, I think that’s what it’s called im not sure tho..

IF it was truly said in one of the audios my head immediately thought “Oh! What if Earis and Zaros had past reincarnated selves that were thrown into the deathly noble trials back then centuries ago?” As we know over time the trials have changed of course, but just thinking if the trials had remained the same and be so cruel as back then, it would be truly tragic for Zaros and Earis to be thrown into them.

My wording is not the greatest so pls don’t attack me 😞 English isnt my first language in case you guys weren’t aware 🙏 If I could word this much better and way more poetic I would, trust!

Anyways back on track to my rambling thoughts! It would truly be tragic if the two of them were put in a death trial for the games back then and now for the throne. If the trials were done the same it were back then I’d actually crash out thinking either one of them would die in the other person’s arms.

Earis and Zaros being people centuries in the past rivaling for the throne only to be reincarnated rivaling against the throne once again will forever and always be Roman Empire from now on.

Like I mean imagine how cruel the trials could’ve been back then? People willingly (?) choosing to kill someone else for the throne or something like that? But if Earis and Zaros were there during that time, I ain’t even gonna lie, I think Earis would be the one to do the kill. I HAVE MY REASONS WHY DONT JUDGE ME I LOVE EARIS I SWEARRRR!!

Back then in the trials I don’t think there would’ve been such a strategic planning such as now with the trials? I think back then they focused mainly more on power and strength than the others. That’s just my opinion though!

I mean just think of how horrible it would be to be up against someone you know and (used to) love. Idk what kinda of relationship/bond Earis and Zaros’s past lives would have but if it’s anything like present Earis and Zaros’s bond that’d crazy tragic. I mean really, it’s a killed or get killed situation worse of all it’s by someone you love/care about deeply inside but can’t show due to the circumstances.

Since we sort of know that Earis is quite skilled in Serulian (I think that’s how u spell it) sword fighting I can only imagine that their reincarnation from the past would be skilled as well if not more. I can only imagine that back then there was just this big massive arena that those who compete for the throne (Earis and Zaros) are thrown in to fight for the death aka the throne.

Back then the fighting section/strength section has got to be the most lethal, no? I’m pretty sure that would be the last stage/section as well since it’s probably the most dangerous. Like imagine having to fight to the death with your rival with a blade knowing one of yall have to die in order to get the throne. Crazy. Like having to plunge a whole entire blade through someone?? I feel like Serula would be around the arena watching the whole thing as well, thinking this is some sort of entertainment for them to watch. (before yall say it’s giving the Hunger Games, thats what im going for 🙏)

Or if not dying due to blades from Earis, poison? Since we know that Zaros is very informed with plants, herbs, and such. What if his past reincarnated self were the one to kill during the trials? If he were, I believe poison would be what he’d use to sabotage the other person (Earis).

Ik I might sound crazy thinking abt stuff like this but I can’t help it guys 😞 im WAY too deep into the Noble Trials lore and I can’t get out and I will NOT get out anytime soon lovelies 🙏

Okay but lowkey back to the Hunger Games kinda. Would that not be coolish? Having a whole kingdom/empire watch two people get thrown into the trials/an arena to fight each other to death for the throne. Like imagine being put into the trials only to realize those who are watching think this is for entertainment, thinking that YOU losing your life is for their source of entertainment. CRAZY RIGHT?!

I can only imagine how deathly the trials could be in the past. Idk how far long in the past im thinking but however long ago it could’ve been it still would’ve been tragic either way.

If Earis or Zaros’s past selves won the trials back then I can’t even imagine how one of them would have to deal with the heavy weight of killing the other person. Either dying by someone’s blade or dying due to someone’s poison. Hurts to know that they were willing to do such a thing for the throne. Or maybe they aren’t willing? Maybe they were forced? Who knows??

Or maybe one of them doesn’t have to die back then, maybe both of them could’ve died together back then in the trails idk how but it could still happen. I mean both of them dying thinking the other one lived would be tragic too, wouldn’t it?

Or they don’t even have to die. Maybe Earis and Zaros’s past reincarnation sleeves could be forfeit the trials or something like that and neither of them have to suffer a tragic fate.

Idk but these are just my random thoughts that are not canon, think this would be something called an AU, alternate universe? Idk but yeah! I feel like I have much more to say but I think I’ve said enough for now 😭 I still needa work on that yandere fic, Elias texts, and the 2nd part to “Lantern Festival”.

And I still have to make a masterlist/introduction for you lovelies yet the link importing thing won’t work for me so I might just post it without links and stuff!

The urge to write a fanfic with this concept is going WILD rn, is this how yall writers feel? Wanting to write a whole new fanfic but you have other to have to write in your drafts? If so, this is TORTURE. 😞🙏

But yup! That’s the end of my Earis and Zaros tragic rambling fate! Glad you guys took ur time to listen to me yap. MWAH LOVE U ALL 🤗💞

#zsakuva #zaros atha’lin #zaros x reader #zsakuva zaros

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brxkxnhxxrtsclxb · 4 months ago

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AAAAHHHH~

CRANBERRY DRACULAURA MY LOVE—

please she’s so pretty !!!!! 😭😭💖

that face up !! love love seeing these upclose pics !! (yikes on the poly hair though. her hairs are flying in the back >.<)

but now we can color match better for reroots !! AWW YEH >:3 I IS EXCITED FOR HER !!!!!

VENUS IS GORGEOUS OMG!! although i do wish her entire hair had been in the micro braids and not just the top few… its the least they could’ve done if they were gonna remove her twists >.< let’s hope her next doll has natural hair ♡ she has to get more dolls and get to keep her hair !!

i never like twyla’s dolls but she looks cute here !! (also has that yikes flying hair in the back >.< poly is atrocious T_T)

regarding lagoona, i have so much to say about the situation and the leakers

i for one feel bad for the leakers. they shouldn’t have to explain themselves to us. they already do so much for us by telling us what we’re getting. it’s not their fault lagoona got cancelled. saying it cuz them having to explain things and wondering why they would lie implies people are accusing them of it ://

it just doesn’t make sense for them to lie. their leaks are always right. why would they be wrong this time ?? they also got the lineup (drac, venus and twyla) right and the theme. if everything’s correct, why would they suddenly throw in a random character and claim she’s in the line too ?? seems lagoona was canceled at some point late in production. the leakers aren’t mattel. obviously they wouldn’t have known she was cancelled

it is strange though. it sounds more like a target thing, but i wouldn’t know. is just a theory. welcome committee frankie was suppose to go along with fearbook as a target exclusive but was dropped and moved over to amazon. lagoona being canceled and also a target exclusive sounds iffy to me. target is the common denominator here

i saw someone else say maybe SS3 ghoulia didn’t do too well, which is why SS4 was cut down to four characters instead of five and clawdeen managed to be squeezed in as a target exclusive somehow. that makes sense and sounds possible. my theory is clawdeen got in as an exclusive for target because it’s possible the contract or whatever was already agreed upon. SS4 had to be in the works already by the time SS3 came out so it would’ve been too late to cancel no ??? but then that can’t make sense cuz why cancel lagoona so late into production?? unless clawdeen sells better than lagoona but i wouldn’t know the ranks of popularity based off character alone

i also saw someone saying G3 is not selling well which is why she was dropped. it could be. we have no way of knowing what goes on behind the scenes but then why would mattel be making new lines and new dolls as well ?? why even give us spectra and fearbook and the next upcoming lines and the ones for next year ?? so many lines are coming out and they’re gonna be around for a year since that’s usually the timespan of dolls on shelves until the next ones come in

my guess is lagoona isn’t popular enough and target didn’t wanna have an abundance of stock on a doll that perhaps wouldn’t sell well ?? it’s the only thing that makes sense to me :// target would have a better idea of what dolls sell better than others more than we do

seems the obvious popular ones are draculaura, frankie, cleo, toralei and twyla since they’re the dolls that i notice tend to get new releases regularly. maybe clawdeen too but idk for sure since she could simply get pumped out for being the main character this gen and not cuz she’s popular (i’m referring to the two-packs she keeps getting with drac. if she sold well mattel wouldn’t feel the need to slap drac in the pack with her but who knows)

idk. it’s a very strange situation all around…

#monster high #monster high g3 #mh #mh g3 #mh dolls #mh g3 dolls #monster high skulltimate secrets #skulltimate secrets #my opinion #long post

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happy-beeeps · 11 months ago

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Day 5: Cold

Summary: you and din get stuck in a freezing cave on Hoth, what better time to start unpacking some trauma!

Warnings: discussions of lost, past trauma, pulling away. Hurt/comfort but ultimately fluff!

WC: 1.1k

A/N: heyyyy this is a day late because I worked all my jobs yesterday, it was going to be smut as a “sorry” but then trauma and hurt comfort so I was like hm this feels like a weird place for smut SO just keep your eyes peeled later ;)

You’re not sure exactly when you knew this would be a disaster, but you were kicking yourself for not saying anything earlier.

Din was in one of his moods—had been all morning. In fact, during the cold, biting trek across Hoth he had been even more stoic and quiet than normal. As if it was even possible. He’d been like this; reserved, determined, bitter, since the Jedi had left with Grogu. That had been two weeks ago. Two weeks of aimless wandering, without his foundling, without his creed.

He hadn’t hardly touched you since, save for a small brush of his hand on your skin or a sharp tug when you almost wandered into something sharp. You were reeling from the loss too but, admittedly, he had felt it more.

And so you ended up in moments like this. Stuck in a shallow ice cave on some random spot on Hoth, teeth chattering against the bitter cold, while Din tried to start some sort of fire. All the way, the puck blinked red, on and off. Close enough to pick up on transmission but far enough that you had decided to camp for the night.

“C’mere,” his voice cuts out through the cold air, and he moves just minimally from his spot, opening your view up to the small fire he’s started. “Anyone would be crazy to go out in this blizzard, figure we’re fine to rest here for the night.”

“Crazy like us, right?” You tease, moving to sit near him. When he doesn’t give you the half laugh he’s been giving the last few days you look up, concerned.

His head is in his hands, his shoulders slumped. You almost move to check his pulse if it weren’t for the heavy, ragged breath coming through the modulator. “I’m sorry I’ve done this to us.”

“Din, done what?”

“I’ve put us in danger, put you in danger. I should’ve known the blizzard would’ve been too much, we could’ve found an outpost or something.”

“This is nothing, we’ve got our packs, we’ll be fine, remember when we first started traveling together, and I started gambling with that guy on Kijimi-“

“This is nothing like Kijimi.”

Your eyebrows cock up and you move to put a hand on his shoulder, “how is this not like Kijimi?”

“Because I was able to protect you, to protect our family, on Kijimi.”

Ah. There it is. The words he hasn’t spoken for weeks are finally slipping through, and all you can do is hold his back and press your head to his shoulder. “Grogu leaving us has nothing to do with you not being able to protect him.”

“But he wouldn’t have fallen into Gideon’s ship in the first place if I had.”

“And the Jedi would have found him anyways. Din, you’ve lost so much. You can’t let all of this fall on you.”

It’s his turn now to attempt to joke and he sighs, lifting up his helmet and discarding it on the ground. “Watch me.” He’s smirking, but the joke doesn’t make it to his eyes, heavy with an emotion akin to sadness.

“There you are,” you move, cupping his cheeks with your hands. You’re envious of the thin layer of sweat that’s on his face, remembering how warm his helmet has been the few times you’ve had it on. “You can’t keep holding this all by yourself. Your family is bigger than Grogu.”

“It’s also the covert,” he starts and you move up on your knees to press a kiss to his forehead. He closes his eyes at your touch immediately.

“It’s also me.”

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence after that for a while, not wanting to break the bubble of peace you’ve found for a brief moment. It works, Din relaxes a bit against your touch, his breathing finding its way to your neck and his lips pressing themselves against the juncture of your jaw. “Don’t deserve you sweet girl.”

You shake your head softly, fidgeting against his arms to face him, “you deserve all the softness and sweetness this world can give you. And then some.”

The kiss he responds with is gentle, longing, and you lap it up instantly. He’s warm and soft against your lips, and the two of you take turns breathing life back into one another. He nips at your bottom lip for a moment, then settles on pulling back and just sitting there for a moment, breath softly fanning across your cheeks. You don’t move to initiate more. He’ll come back fully in his own time. For now you just breathe him in, feel the taste of his lips on yours, and just exist.

He pulls back after another moment, and moves towards the pack he’s been carrying. You’re bundled up in your (and his) thickest winter gear, so while you’re bitterly cold, you don’t think you’re at risk of losing a limb. You hope Din would be able to at least sense that. You watch as he pulls a blanket from the pack, laying it down against the snow covered ground, near enough to fire for warmth but not quite close enough that you’d be at risk of hurting yourself, as you are want to do.

He fishes another, thicker blanket from the bag and motions you towards the pile, opening his arms to you. You move to happily claim your spot tucked in his side right below his neck, but he pauses, reaches and passes you his helmet.

“It’ll keep you warm.”

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish in response, and he rolls his eyes before unceremoniously plopping it on your head.

“Lose heat fastest through your head and your feet.”

“But… it’s your helmet.” Your voice comes through modulated and even, it hides the small cracks from the sheer sentiment of the gesture.

“I don’t think I can be made an apostate twice.” Again, the joking smile returns, and again does not make its way up to his eyes.

You relent, and spend the rest of the night against his arm, tucked in warm thanks to the helmet and the blankets. You drift off into an easy sleep, filled with dreams of the two of you, the Razor Crest, and a little green baby.

When you awake the next morning, his helmet is back on, and the light is blinding off the ice walls of the cave. You’ve both survived (limbs in tact) and the whole world seems brighter. Perhaps Din notices it to, as he helps you up and holds you for just a moment longer. You look straight past the dark T of his visor as if to look in his eyes, and press a hand to his cheek. You can’t see his eyes close against your touch but you know they do, the two of you united as you step out into the bright, cold air.

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #the mandalorian x reader #sw imagine #dincember 2023

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danrifics · 1 year ago

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I know that this makes me sound like a delulu fangirl but I genuinely think our parasocial relationship with dnp is so incredibly unique, it’s almost incomprehensible to people who are not actively part of the fandom. Especially those of us who have been here for a while, we know exactly what they used to behave like towards us before, and how much that has changed now.

They genuinely seem to love and appreciate us, and not just in a “we like that you give us money and make things for us” way, but they really respect our community and it’s clear that a big part of of their careers on YouTube have been about that community. There’s a reason they were pioneers in touring, the radio show, and just generally allowing the general public to understand the profitability of YouTube. And it’s because we have always been an incredibly close and loyal community, and because they have always encouraged that. (Maybe not during the 2012 era but I definitely think this is true during the Dan and Phil™️ era). Dan has told us several times that if he didn’t have the community support of the phandom he would probably still be in the closet, so they don’t just see us as their fans we are actually a very important part of their lives. (The ever-present ominous “they”)

And now post-hiatus they have become more parasocial towards us than ever. The we know you know sentiment is strengthening so much. They’ve let us know in so many ways that they’re aware of our spaces, the things we say, do, post, even if they try to be respectful of fandom spaces, they’re incredibly aware of the lore. So there’s no way they don’t know how we talk about them and their relationship. And they could deny it, it would be very easy. And if they weren’t dating I feel like they would’ve done that by now because they don’t give a fuck anymore and they would just call us the fuck out. Instead, they’re leaning into it, but they’re doing to so subtly that it’s very hard for the average person to really pick up on it. Except for us. Those of us who know them. Those of us who they know. They know exactly how we watch their content, the things we talk about, the things we notice. We know how they used to act before, and how that’s changed now. Small things, minuscule things, that they are choosing to leave in videos when they could’ve cut them out. The bedroom thing is an excellent example of this, the usage of “all bedrooms” is very subtle, and entirely useless to the average viewer. But we know. And then of course the random cryptic 4 words in an email that only goes out to people who care about them enough to subscribe to a mailing list.

Anyway our parasocial relationship is nothing like any other parasocial relationship, if you don’t get it that’s a you problem. They love us.

Thank you for reading my essay

thank you for writing this essay I give you an A* very well said!

#bethanie answers

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ff7-has-taken-me-over · 2 years ago

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You ever read a fic where they describe the natural scents of people and it’s always either ‘sweet vanilla and toffee’ or ‘dew on fresh grass and cedar wood’ sort of scents that are described?

Has anyone ever actually smelt that on someone? Naturally that is? Cause I know I haven’t and I’m here to do my own take with my old friend, Ghoap. Which is still, such a dumb name for them 😂 also this is long so strap in lads.

Anyway! I reckon Johnny’s natural scent when he was a kid used to be grass, coffee and whatever random shampoo that was on sale at the time.

He was constantly outside and rolling around in the grass, coming home with grass stains down his legs and mud on his face.

Coffee was always in the pot in his house, his family consisting of more adults than kids at that point and all of them needing their beans to keep themselves going. Johnny’s positive he could’ve left his clothes outside for days on end and they’d still come back smelling like his family’s favourite brew.

And given he had to shower every single day ‘cause heaven forbid you get those stains on my fresh washed sheets John McTavish’ his hair just constantly smelt like the shampoo they had gotten for that month.

So yeah, when Johnny was a kid those were the natural scents that clung to him. It wasn’t necessarily a good scent, wasn’t anything that made people swoon at a mere passing by, but it was his.

Simon’s natural scent when he was a kid was something he always hated. He didn’t know it was how he smelt since he couldn’t smell it on himself, but it was how the house and his father smelt and he hated it with a burning passion.

Simon smelt of cigarettes, mildew and wet dirt. All the things he couldn’t fuckin stand for years on end. Still can’t stand when caught in a bad spot or on the wrong day.

His dad constantly smoked, enough so that the walls were yellowed and his clothes reeked no matter how many times they were washed. When all of their clothes were washed the scent rubbed off in theirs, which meant the smell of it would be following Simon no matter how far he ran.

Their house was old, definitely would’ve been considered derelict and abandoned if not for the constant screaming and crying coming from it. Mildew grew in every crack and corner of any surface in the house, there was just no escaping it.

And Tommy had a horrible habit of pushing Simon into the dirt when he was feeling particularly mean. Shoving his face deep enough to choke and make him squirm, tears welling in his eyes and wetting the soil beneath his face.

Simon didn’t know these scents clung to him but he hated any reminder of them. The first thing he had done when he ran was get rid of every single piece of clothing he owned, anything to get that stubborn tobacco smell away from him.

He would clean his rooms obsessively, unwilling to leave any sort of chance for mildew to grow and haunt him once more. When it rained he locked himself away from the outside. Unable to deal with even seeing the rain hit the ground because he knew exactly what it smelt like.

It took a long time for those scents to change to something else. Many years of being in the military and being surrounded by different things for their natural scents to morph and change into something new but still uniquely them.

Johnny smells like everything you’d expect of him now. Gunpowder, nitroglycerin and metal, everything you’d expect from a demolitions expert obsessed with exploding things.

Simon smells almost the same. Gunpowder, metal and the bitter chemical tang of the paint he uses around his eyes. Also what you’d expect from a soldier who hid his face from the world.

But there were little undertones to them that were uniquely them. Little hints that they’d breathe in when hugging one another in order to reassure themselves that yes, they’re still alive and together.

Simon’s got this face cream that he uses that smells of a very specific skincare shop - that Johnny can’t put his finger on - because the paint dries out his face and he doesn’t like it when his skin feels all tight and itchy.

There’s his favourite tea that clings stubbornly to his mask cause the man will take a sip and immediately pull his mask down sometimes, the drops stuck to his upper lip rubbing off on the fabric and staining it with its scent.

And then there’s the shampoo he shares with Johnny, because the latter had found out he doesn’t look after his hair much - doesn’t see the point in it when it’s covered all day, everyday - and the man had decided to make it a ritual of theirs after missions. He washes his own hair and then he’ll get Simon to lean down so he can wash his hair with the same shampoo he uses.

Johnnys own subtleties are a little more potent than Simon’s own, but they’re no less comforting. The mans got the scent of a welder stuck to him and his clothes cause sometimes, Johnny will weld bits and bobs together to make model bombs or whatever.

Johnny swears up and down that it’s just their usual metallic smell but there’s a certain heat to it that can only be achieved through welding, and Simon loves the scent more than he’d care to admit.

He smells of coffee as well, not the brew that his family loved and that he grew up surrounded by but it’s similar. It also clings to him just as badly as the scent from his childhood had.

And then there’s the odd mix of Simon’s paint and Johnny’s pencil lead and charcoal. The younger insists on helping Simon apply his face paint and the older man knows how much it stains but Johnny is adamant. Always was and always will be.

Their scents have changed over time. Morphed into something new and different but still them, and still unnoticeable to the ones who carry it.

But the other can smell it in everything they touch. Their clothes, the bedsheets and the kits they have especially made for them, their scents cling to everything and they both find comfort in it. They both love each other even more for it as well.

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writing-ca-ira · 2 years ago

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HASARDER — PART 1

YJ/Teen Titans Dick Grayson x Reader

Prologue << MASTERLIST >> Part 2

Dick Grayson is no stranger to death, but that doesn’t make it any harder to deal with. As it turns out, however, the grieving process for you would prove to take an interesting twist when Tim calls him with some shocking news.

The reader is gender neutral.

Contains: civilian reader, mentions of death (your death), mentions of a dead body (your dead body), spoilers: you’re actually alive… kinda, I’m probably forgetting something.

“Does the hurt ever go away?”

“I wish I could say yes… but it will get better over time. For you. That, I can promise.”

Dick felt his grip on the picture frame get weaker and weaker. Had he not snapped out of his thoughts a moment sooner, it would’ve slipped out of his hands and clattered on the floor, shattering the glass in the process. The mere thought of that happening caused his stomach to churn, guilt eating away at his heart despite managing to avoid that outcome. To ensure the safety of the picture frame (well, more importantly, the photo within it), he gingerly placed it back in its rightful place on top of his nightstand, right next to his old digital alarm clock and bedside lamp.

You keep thinking..."If only I'd done something differently,” Bruce’s voice echoed in his head. “If only I could've...warned them." But there isn't anything you could've done. There isn't anything either of us could've done.

That conversation happened years ago; over a decade by now. Back when Dick was still processing the death of his parents, and when Bruce was there to help him through it. Despite the consolation those words provided in the moment, he never expected them to carry such weight throughout his life.

There isn’t anything you could’ve done.

His eyes drifted back to the picture frame. The photo within it was taken 4 years ago, during his sophomore year of high school at Gotham High. He still remembers the crisp autumn air against his skin, the red and orange leaves scattered on the ground, and the chocolate flavored milkshake he was halfway through. There was a giant smile on his face, his blue eyes sparkling with such joy and vibrancy.

It’s because you were right next to him.

The photo caught you mid-laugh, your eyes crinkling with happiness. You had haphazardly thrown up a peace sign with one hand while holding your own drink in the other. Though you were too busy laughing to notice, Dick had snaked his arm behind your head to give you bunny ears, which caused you to playfully throw leaves at him when you found out afterwards.

Thinking about that day still causes a fond smile to tug at his lips. Wally had to bail on their plans that day due to a date he forgot about with Artemis, so Dick found himself in the Cave to hand out with you instead. That’s how you two ended up walking around Happy Harbor — your idea, if he recalls correctly — exploring random shops and goofing around outside.

Had that really been 4 years ago?

Whatever warmness that flooded his chest while reminiscing on the past was immediately extinguished by the coldness of reality. It’s been 2 years without you now. The anniversary of your death was a week and a half ago, which was when he found himself so filled with grief that he could barely even get out of bed. It took all of the senior members of the team to rouse him out of his depressive episode; much like the year before.

You were gone. He still wasn’t used to saying that. Even with the time that’s passed since you died, he can feel his heart drop whenever he thinks about it, as though he’s learning about your death for the first time. The tears still wouldn’t stop, and neither would the nights filled with feverish dreams of your face.

If only I could’ve done something differently.

Of course, Bruce was right all those years ago; there wasn’t anything he could’ve done. Much like with his parents, Jason, and now the recently deceased Tula (all whom he still has nightmares of to this day), there was logically nothing he could’ve done to save you. He was all the way in Santa Prisca leading a covert mission when he received a distress call from your phone in Happy Harbor. All he could do was make sure someone was en route to your coordinates — which led to the Happy Harbor boardwalk — and pray you were safe.

But by the time Aquagirl and Tempest got there, it was too late.

Learning about what happened to you was hard for Dick. The ringing in his ears blocked out every sound except for his own shaky breaths, and he could barely even stand without feeling dizzy. But he managed to fight through his state of shock and despair to listen to the report. You were caught in a domestic dispute gone deadly at the Happy Harbor health clinic. A man stormed into the clinic to take back his kid from his ex-wife, who was there for a check-up. Things escalated, and the man shot and killed his wife, threatening the doctor in the room if she didn’t let his son go with him.

You happened to be in the next room over. Hearing the gunshot must’ve made you spring into action, making a 911 call along with the distress call to the team. The doctor that was with the son said that you snuck up behind the man and lunged at him, yelling at her and the kid to run. There was signs of a struggle in the room, but you unfortunately weren’t the one to walk out of there alive.

The man was neutralized by police around 3 to 4 minutes after your estimated time of death. If you hadn’t had your scuffle with him, it’s possible that he could’ve grabbed his son and escaped before the cops arrived. Your face was on the news after that, journalists proclaiming you to be a hero that sacrificed their life.

Except you should’ve never had to in the first place.

It’s not fair, Dick decided. Why did you, the one who wasn’t supposed to be risking their life, have to die because of some other people’s marital problems?! You weren’t even a hero; you were just a normal civilian going about your daily life. So why did you have to die like this?!

Even thinking about it caused his eyes to sting from frustrated tears, his jaw tightening as his fists clenched at his sides. If that guy wasn’t shot down by the cops, lord only knows what Dick would’ve done to him. The fact that he couldn’t even see justice for your death — your murder — get delivered also feeds into his anger. God, why couldn’t he just be there to at least get justice for you himself?!

Justice and revenge aren’t the same thing.

God, he hated it when Bruce was right.

There was nothing he could’ve done. There was nothing anyone could’ve done. Everything happened to fast; from the man barging into the clinic, to the shouting between him and his ex-wife, to the gunshot, to you calling 911 and sneaking up on the man, to the struggle that happened for a solid minute or so, to the gunshot that ultimately ended your life. All of that happened in under 10 minutes, according to the timeline, and that just wasn’t enough time for someone to come help you.

“There isn’t anything you could’ve done,” he had to solemnly tell Tula and Garth, who were both blaming themselves for not being there. Tula Zeta’d in from Atlantis, while Garth had to go on foot from Mount Justice. They were the only ones who weren’t on a mission at the time; the only ones who could respond to your distress call. But no matter how fast they moved, they just couldn’t be there in time.

A buzzing noise snapped him out of his thoughts. It caused enough surprise to him that his shoulders jolted upwards, his heart completely skipping a beat. He soon realized that it was his phone buzzing. Someone was calling him.

Shakily reaching for his phone (which was unceremoniously tossed onto his bed), he held it closer to his face to read the caller ID. Ah, Tim. It was a bit unusual for his successor to give him a call (he was a bit too socially awkward for that), but anytime he did, it would make Dick feel special. In fact, maybe a conversation with Tim would help clear his head a bit.

He cleared his throat as a small test for his voice, then hit accept and held the phone up to his ear. “Hey, Tim. What’s up?”

“Dick—! I… it’s—” Panic was evident in Tim’s voice. Hearing his shaky words on the other end caused Dick’s brows to furrow. At first, he thought that there was something going on with Batman and Robin, but he remembered that it was Tim who called Dick, and not Robin who called Nightwing. So, did that mean something happened at the Manor?

“Tim,” Dick softly began, though with slight urgency in his tone, “is everything okay?”

“They’re… I’m— I don’t…” an uneven puff of air could be heard before the teen tried again. “I’m really sorry, Dick, I didn’t mean to poke around!! It’s just that Ba— Br— B had been spending so much time away from the Manor and the Cave, and I wanted to know what he was doing, a-and I used the Bat Computer and found the file about everything, and— a-and…!!”

Dick had to raise his voice a bit to interject. “Tim!! Tim, calm down… what are you talking about? What’s wrong?”

For a moment, all Dick got was a shuddery breath as a reply. Before he could repeat his question, however, Tim finally responded. “Don’t… don’t get your hopes up, alright? Promise me you won’t get your hopes up.”

“… Okay,” Dick decided after a moment of hesitation. “I won’t.”

There was a long pause. Anticipation and apprehension was building up in Dick’s chest, his heart thumping against his rib cage. It seemed as though Tim was trying to carefully choose his words; trying to find the best way possible to break whatever news he had.

But nothing in the world could prepare Dick for the next few words that came out of Tim’s mouth. “There’s another (Y/N).”

Everything in Dick’s body stopped working.

From his heart to his mind, his hearing to his vision, Dick felt as though he was shutting down. He almost let the phone slip out of his hands entirely, the blood in his veins feeling cold as ice and causing his limbs to tremble. Even trying to get air in his lungs was a tough task, despite his mouth hanging open. The room was spinning for him, and the ringing in his ears almost blocked out Tim’s panicked ramblings entirely.

There’s another (Y/N).

What…

What did he mean by that?

“I-I know how close they are to you, Dick,” Tim practically wailed. “I know how close they are to the team… I didn’t know that Bruce was hiding this from you— I-I-I don’t even know if I should’ve told you… oh, god, Dick… is Bruce going to fire me—?”

Dick swallowed thickly, hoping to get rid of the lump in his throat. Despite his tongue feeling like sand, he spoke up anyway. “What do you mean by another (Y/N)?”

Tim sputtered out something completely incomprehensible to Dick. It was hard to tell if the poor kid was scared of what he knows, scared of Bruce finding out, or scared of both. Either way, Dick knew that he wasn’t going to learn anything from Tim in this state. He bit the inside of his cheek before dawning the most imperative voice he can muster in the moment.

“Tim,” he lowly chided. “Give me a report.”

That got Tim to his frantic rambling of nonsense. Getting him to think of this like a mission debriefing would calm him down, Dick figured. And, from the deep breaths the former Robin could hear on the other end, he knew he was right.

“Someone was taken in by the police a week ago,” Tim started, his cracking voice taking a factual tone. “Said their name was (Y/N) (L/N). Cops ran that name through their database and found (Y/N)’s death certificate. This (Y/N) was confused, ‘n started saying weird stuff about… something called the Titans.”

“Titans,” Dick echoed. It was meant to be a question, but came out more as a statement.

Tim hummed. “Titans. A… supposed team of young superheroes, o-or something. I don’t know, the report didn’t really…” he trailed off, possibly realizing he was rambling again. “Tests were ran. Their DNA is an exact match to the real (Y/N)— but when they… they checked (Y/N)’s grave a-a couple of days ago…”

The thought of someone digging up your grave made him clench his teeth together. They went through with something like that and he didn’t even know? Who gave them permission?!

Probably Batman, he bitterly thought.

“They’re still there, Dick,” said Tim. “(Y/N)’s body is still there. But this other (Y/N) is an exact copy..!!”

Dick’s freehand was digging into the flesh of his other arm. “Cadmus?”

“Isn’t involved.”

“How do you know for sure?”

“No biological trace of Cadmus’ synthetic enhancements in this (Y/N)’s bloodstream. No psychic trace of Genomorphs in their mind, either. This (Y/N)…” Tim struggled with his words for a moment, “is natural. Genuine.”

Genuine. Dick couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was another version of you walking this earth, supposedly confused about your own death, and Batman was planning to hide this from him? No, even worse, Bruce was planning to his this from him?!

No biological trace… no psychic trace…

All of these people to run tests, and yet he still didn’t know?

“Send me the file,” he monotonously demanded.

There was a small pause on the other end before Tim’s fragile voice spoke up. “What… are you going to do?”

“… I don’t know,” Dick answered, a tired sigh escaping his lips. It was an honest answer; what was he supposed to do after learning this? There was a (Y/N) alive out there, but not his (Y/N)…

“Are…” Tim trailed off, then tried again, “are you mad at me?”

“No—!!” Dick’s answer was quick. When he heard the sharp intake of breath on the other line, he realized that he might’ve spooked the poor boy, so he took on a softer tone. “No, Tim. It was good that you… brought this to my attention. Why would I be mad at you?”

“Bruce is going to be mad,” Tim practically whispered. “I shouldn’t of gone through his stuff… and… he would’ve wanted me to keep this all from you…”

Dick took a few moments to think of his response. “Well, you made the right choice telling me. He shouldn’t be keeping secrets like this in the first place.” Definitely not secrets that revolve around you…

“… ‘M sending the file now.” Distant clicking noises could be heard through the call, and then Tim followed up with, “I’m… sorry that Bruce didn’t let you know.”

“It’s not your fault, Tim,” was Dick’s soft reply. “He’s always been like that. Thinking it would protect us, or something.”

Protect us. The words were like acid on Dick’s tongue. Using secrets as protection always made Dick feel sick to his stomach. Looking at the past couple of years, Bruce’s secrets have done anything but protect others. They drove Dick away from him, they put Jason six feet under, and now…

God, why wasn’t Dick the first person to know about this other (Y/N)?

Maybe it was selfish of him to think that. He wasn’t your only friend, so the rest of the Team had just as much as a right to know as he did. But he still should’ve known. He should’ve been involved with the investigation; he knows you better than anyone. And Bruce knows this.

“You… gonna be okay?”

Tim’s voice pulled him back to reality. With a weak cough, Dick wet his lips and said, “yeah. I’ll be alright. Just gonna read over the file for myself and… figure out what to do from there.” An awkward pause, then he continued. “Thank you for this, Tim. Call me if anything else comes up.”

“Yeah… yeah, of course. I-I will.”

And, with that, the call ended.

His hand dropped to his side, the phone in his hand almost slipping from his grip. This couldn’t be real. None of this could be real. You were dead, yet… you were back. Someone with your face was out there talking about some other team… the Titans, and he was just now finding out about this.

After a week, he bitterly recalled.

Taking a final glance at the picture frame, his eyes scanned over your face. This new supposed (Y/N) wasn’t you. It couldn’t be you. The memory of your dull, lifeless face at the morgue still haunts him to this day, causing a chill to run up his spine and his hair to stand on end. Dick knows what death looks like, and you were, without a doubt, dead.

So, who was masquerading as his dead friend?

The answer seemed to be simple; you were masquerading as his dead friend. But… not you. Even if your DNA was an exact match, and Cadmus didn’t have any involvement, whoever you were, you weren’t his (Y/N). He’d like to believe that his (Y/N) would demand to see him, to assure him that you were still alive. You wouldn’t have let him go an entire week without knowing, leaving him to mourn someone that was still alive. As far as he concerned, this new (Y/N) was a stranger.

But, that just led him back to square one; who was this stranger?

Guess I’m about to find out.

#Young Justice x reader #Teen Titans x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #Nightwing Dick Grayson

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leviathxn · 1 year ago

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“Bad Days”

Warnings : None! It’s comfort because I had a really bad day and this is for myself and now for you guys!

Summary : Nothing is really going right today…

Miguel O’ Hara x Reader

Today wasn’t a good day in the slightest. HQ was hectic, spider people running around taking care of the abundances of anomalies today. I wasn’t a spider person but I was extremely good with technology. This let me stay at HQ and tinker and code while helping out Spiders on missions.

I knew it would be a bad day when as soon as I stepped into HQ, somebody bumped into me and spilled my coffee all over me. That alone wasted 30 minutes to go home and back (through portals) to change my clothes. Despite this unfortunate event, Miguel was extra annoyed today meaning my delay was “for stupid reasons”.

Miguel and I were close. Especially in regards to how he treated others. However, this didn’t change that he would get annoyed or grumpy. Our closeness just delayed his emotions. It was one of those days for both of us, clearly.

The whole world needed favors today. Who wanted what for lunch, who needed intel here, cleaning up messes, and everything under the sun. It was mounds of work that could’ve been done by the respective people, but being the only non-spider person it’s best for me to leave a good impression on everybody.

To make everything harder, the communication systems weren’t working properly. I wasn’t able to give intel properly or fast enough, especially with it breaking up. I had to sit and watch as my friends struggled. Luckily they had managed but it was stressful for all of us.

I sat back in my chair. I could feel all of the tension in my shoulders from that mission. I sighed and stretched, hoping to ease some of it. I knew I would have to fix the comm system on my own. If I told Miguel it would’ve just gave him more work.

I quickly went to the system room and looked at the comms. They weren’t in good shape either. I quickly began to switch the wires and fix them up. Although minor, I got shocked multiple times. I brushed them off until I connecting the wires wrong feeling the shock run up my entire body. I cried out in pain and curled over onto my knees. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes as I couldn’t move properly. My body shook as I tried to hold myself.

But even after the shock had run its course I stayed on the floor. I let the tears fall as I let everything out. I wanted to be home, I wanted my stuffed animal and I wanted to hold it and cry. I knew nobody was in the system room as I let out ugly sobs

“Why is today so bad… please I just want it to be better”. But I knew it wouldn’t get better. I knew I would go home and have to face some random issue at home. Sure I didn’t have to fight anybody and save the city but something would occur. I was broken out of my thought process when I felt a firm hand on my back. I jolted and turned around, trying to wipe the tears. Miguel was crouched next to me looking at me worried.

“M-Miguel I’m so sorry I uhh”. I didn’t know what to say. I panicked while trying to pick myself up, still a little dazed from the shock. He shook his head and gently pushed me down. He sat on the floor with me. I stared at him a little confused

“Don’t be sorry. Just sit with me here for a minute”. I trusted him and sat cross legged on the floor. Miguel sat with one leg to his chest and the other spread out. He stared at me for a minute, debating what to do. “Are you okay?”.

In a stereotypical fashion, the tears poured out again. I shook my head and moved to hug him. I wrapped my arms around his stomach and hid my face in his chest. I felt his arms wrap around me as well. I continued to cry as I felt him tighten his hug. It felt right to be in his arms. He rubbed my back and whispered comforting words in my ear.

We weren’t physical like this often. I would usually be the one to give Miguel a hug if he was stressed. It was odd for everybody to see. The man of steel hugging me? We were just good friends but to say there wasn’t a spark was a lie. And with the way he was holding me right now, my heart fluttered, trying to hold onto Miguel. My body slowly eased. All of the stress I had from today melted. I stayed in his arms even after being okay. I took in his scent, trying to take in all of the warmth. As he kissed the top of my head I smiled. I looked up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I put my head on his shoulders but I shifted to sit on my knees just to be able to do it comfortably. He kept his face in the crook of my neck and held my waist firmly.

“Thank you Miguel… thank you for this”. I let out a content sigh as I (unfortunately) pulled away. He smiled as he got up first then helping me, holding my hand.

“You looked like you needed it”. We stood there for a moment our hands still connected. Neither of us knew what to say. Even if I felt better I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. He held me again. “Are you just hugging me or are you still upset?”. I giggled and kissed his neck.

“Just wanted a hug, really. Maybe a little more.” His grip on my waist tightened

“I’m being extremely nice to you right now…don’t tempt me querida”

I hope you guys enjoyed, again something really short. I’m gonna start taking requests soon!

#atsv miguel #miguel #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #x reader #miguel o #miguel o hara fluff #fluff #miguel fluff #comfort #miguel o'hara x reader #x you #astv miguel #miguel x you #miguel x y/n

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charleecat-bat · 5 days ago

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Beast Support Group AU Snippet

So I kept thinking a scenario in my Beast Support Sonic AU. In this AU, theres a condition simply called the 'beast' condition that causes people to turn into werebeasts, whether they naturally have it in their genes or are infected. This story focuses on a support group for those that are affected.

In this story I wanted to focus on a scenario I had surrounding Vector and Vanilla in the AU.

Warning: Contains body horror, mentions of blood and violence, and very very slight language.

I dunno. I wanted to write this AU is fun for my liking of beasts and just having characters support eachother when the horrors persist. Emotion horrors and with body horror horrors.

It was never a fun experience waiting for an oncoming shift when you’re a carrier of the beast gene, but it was even worse when you never knew when it would happen. Just that it would, at some random point. That’s what Vector’s been dealing with this past week. Just thinking about how his life was before this week, it was still a lot to take in that so much had already changed and it wasn’t even over yet. Sure, it was already a lot learning about this whole support group, but he had no involvement in it initially. He’d just take his boys for visits and the therapy sessions.

Little Charmy was already showing signs of that beast gene and having a lot of tendencies. While his species was unusual, they still were happy to help him and make sure he could adjust and know what to expect in the future. Espio meanwhile, he would never admit it, but he had been struggling with his new shifts. He had come to the age they started happening naturally. His bloodline is been filled with natural beasts according to him, but he had no idea how to cope with it. It clearly scared him, so when Vector heard about this place, it felt like the best thing to do. It wasn’t like he could offer much in support. Of course, he’d never stick around long, Vector felt it was best if were to stay out of the way. Just planned on dropping his boys off, and then coming to get them when they were done. The only times he’d stay for longer is he’d speak to Bark, the head honcho and the licenced therapist of the group. Or catching up with Vanilla, the nurse and main caretaker over the kid beasts. Talking to her was especially…nice. She was a very beautiful woman and her flirty comments left him a blushing mess. Even though he’d get so flustered and nervous around her, he enjoyed talking to her. And it seemed to him she enjoyed talking to him to, heck she even let him sit down with other kids once. Even meeting Vanilla’s daughter, Cream. What a sweet little thing…

This place really seemed like a good small community for the ones that needed it. Vector was content to come around occasionally but never really expected to be a huge part of this place. But then that night happened… that damn night. Vector had spent a bit longer than expected talking to Vanilla again, making his usually quick departure not so fast… although it’s unlikely that would’ve changed anything for the man. One moment, he was walking back to his car, parked further into the woods as far he could’ve taken it. And the next moment? he was suddenly chased and pounced on, feeling claws and teeth ripping and tearing at his flesh. It all happened so fast, he didn’t stand a chance against his attacker and all he could do was yell out in fear and pain. He truly believed he would’ve have died that night… but someone had pounced onto his attacker. It would take him a moment to realise who it was he was looking at. Realising it was Vanilla who had quickly come to his aid. Going from kicking and swiping at the feral attacker to standing over him protectively, snarling and growling at the outsider. From all the times he had visited, Vector had never seen her ‘beast’ look… and if he had more focus, he probably would’ve felt more entranced by her. But at that moment, he was bleeding heavily and expecting to die at any moment. Bark had quickly come as well, roaring loudly and quickly attacking the outsider beast with all his fury. Bark had already made it clear to everyone how angry he got at other beasts that made those with the gene have a bad reputation. Acting like mindless violent monsters and attacking others simply because they could. But ones that attack anywhere near his support group? That was another level. The fight went from vicious, to deadly. Vector didn’t see that fight for long, not that he remembered seeing much of it anyway. Vanilla had quickly swooped him up, carrying him close to her like he weighed nothing as she ran. He definitely remembered how feeling her press him so closely to her certainly made him calmer… somehow. He would’ve expected the opposite. But he had quickly passed out at this point. When he had come to finally, he was covered with stiches and bandages and it was already dawn. Vanilla was still with him, tending over him. She was the one to tell him tthat he would likely turn because of his injuries. So, he was asked to stay with them until he did, so they’d know what to do and how to help him. Since then, he’s been with the group. And to no one’s surprise, Vectors been, very nervous. Of course, spending time with Espio, Charmy or any of the other kids would put a smile on his face; helping him forget his worries… but it would never last. It didn’t help seeing and hearing everyone in this group shift at least once a day didn’t help his paranoia. It was already a bit unnerving to catch glimpses of it or hear it before, but now? It just served as a reminder as what was to come. But Vanilla was so kind, so supportive. She remained with him the whole time, tending to his injuries Even if the wounds themselves had healed rather quickly, the aches would continue on. And the paranoia of the possible shift left him clearly stressed. Even though she could’ve been spending her off-time for herself or whatnot, she spent it with him. Just making sure he was comfortable and safe. Even offering to let him stay in her clinic just so she could keep an eye on him. They had really grown closer throughout this week. Everyone had noticed it, even the kids did.

---------- The sun had gone down not long ago, some had gone to sleep, while others with more primal nocturnal instincts were up and about. Vanilla had a pot of tea for Vector while she was restocking of her medicine in the next room. She always wanted to be prepared; the worst always seemed to happen when she wasn’t. And in the case of having someone who’s likely going to turn soon, she especially wanted to be ready. In other room, Vector was having a rather peaceful evening. Simply listening to music on his headphones and enjoying the tea. For a moment, he thought the hot tea was irritating him. A discomforting feeling was building up in his chest. But a massive shock of pain struck him that instant. It made everything stop. He suddenly dropped the teacup onto the ground with a loud shatter. His hands going to his chest immediately, his breathing intensifying. “Vector? Is everything okay?”, Vanilla would ask from the other room, she was already aware he had a few scares this week, so she awaited an answer. He tried to responds to her but only noises escaped his mouth. His chest felt like it was trapped in a vice. At first, he thought he was having another panic attack, or at worse a heart attack, but as he felt this pressure in his chest spread slowly to the rest of his body, he realised what it meant. It was finally happening. And in that moment, his fear increased tenfold. Vector, in his panic, he just stood up, wanting to go to Vanilla for help but when he tried to take a single step, he quickly fell to his knees, his headphones falling off at the sudden drop. His hands were shaking now, and the rest of his body followed suit. Vector tried to move but he couldn’t, his body felt stiff. Like he was stuck in a state of rigor mortis. Slowly, he began to hear minor cracking, from his own bones creaking and starting to change. The pressure in his body was building so fast. If he wasn’t at all aware of any of this, he would wholeheartedly believe he wasn’t long for the world. But no, he was very much alive and it was only going to get worse… Vanilla swiftly came into the room; she had a feeling she knew what was happening when she heard no verbal response and had to fetch her medicine bag to prepare. It was mostly full of medication and some sedatives, at the risk Vector lost control and she had to calm him down. The rabbit quickly knelt down next to him, quick to show him support. These shifts were horrible enough but going through them alone was usually awful for first-timers… she knew Vector shouldn’t be alone right now. “Don’t fight it, dear, you need to just let it happen”, she tenderly spoke, putting a hand on one of his, rubbing it gently, “It’ll hurt but it’ll be over soon. I promise”.

A crushing pain had hit the crocs jaws, it took him back to his youth with the damn teeth pain. As a child, a toothache was one of the worst things he could experience. This pain made him wish it was a menial toothache. He could only clench his jaw tightly; he didn’t know what was happening to them but whatever was going on with them hurt like hell. He could taste blood in his mouth as it and saliva began dripping out of his maw uncontrollably. To Vanilla, she could see his teeth getting larger and longer, so many of them struggling to fit in his mouth and even new ones coming in. She winced at this sight; she knew her front teeth were a huge pain during her first couple of changes. She couldn’t imagine how it felt having all of those teeth change all at once. A loud snap that even she could hear caused him to yell out slightly, it sounded more one out of fright than pain. He couldn’t even close his jaw properly now, it just had to remain ajar as more blood dribbled out. But even throughout this, Vector still felt Vanilla’s hand clenching him tightly in support. While it wasn’t much, it did offer him some bit of comfort in the back of his mind. That he at least wasn’t alone, and he had someone here to help him… at least emotionally.

That is until a sudden shift under his skin made her move away, he could feel it himself. The bones in his hands breaking and reforming all on their own. His claws were starting to come in. He began clawing desperately at the ground as they grew longer and sharper. Leaving blood and scratch marks on the ground. At this point, despite how much pain he was already in, Vector had only tried to focus on his breathing. Even though the snapping of his jaw caused him to have a close call, he did his best to keep his breathing as steady as possible, even if it felt so hard to do. Vanilla had encouraged him to this earlier this week when this occurred It was natural instinct to try and fight and react fearfully to this, according to her, but it would be easier if he let it take its course. To just breathe through it. So, he tried, as much as he wanted to wail out in pain as he felt his body break and reform, he tried to keep his breathing steady, at least as well as he could. But his steady-ish breathing quickly went downhill when a loud snap, followed by a horrible crunch, came from his back. He couldn’t help but scream out. The pressure. It was so much. It was as If someone dropped a damn car on his back. Vector curled up as this agony continued, he tried to get his breathing back to how it was before but it was impossible now. Vanilla had even jumped, she couldn’t even blame Vector for yelling at that. Even she could hear it… she looked up to his back to inspect the damage, make sure nothing abnormal was a happening… to him. There was always a chance that could happen and she’d need to step in or fetch assistance. And while it was grotesque, there was nothing unusual, thankfully. She could see his spine protruding through his skin, his ribs and spine shifting disturbingly from under the crocodile’s flesh but even more so, his own leathery skin began to chance. It got thicker, spiky even. It started from just his upper back between his shoulders, but it quickly spread, from all across his back to even down to the very tip of his tail. His body slowly following suit to this, his body getting thicker with this new armoured skin and sporting spikes across different parts of his body. His arms, his legs, even his face. At this point Vector began to cry, the man had started to curl up, shaking horribly as the tears fell from his face. “..V…it…I can’t…it..-fuck--it’s s-so-o much…I can’t-”, Vector’s voice cracked as he tried to speak, all between pained groans and gasps as his chest started to shift now, his ribs all snapping into pieces, like they were stabbing into his lungs. Breathing felt impossible to do, no matter how much he tried. He felt as he was suffocating at one point as his organs started to take moments to grow larger with his ever-changing body. “It’ll be okay. I promise. You’ll be okay”, it was all Vanilla could say.a

As much as they tried before, painkillers never worked for the transformations. All that could be done was aftercare. For this part, every shifter had to deal with it alone. It was horrible but they had no choice, the only saving grace is that it got painless as you dealt with it more. Vector looked up at Vanilla, his eyes had already started to change colour. A glowing yellow with the black coming into the sclera. Not only were tears in them, fear. He was so afraid. She couldn’t blame him, her first time had left her so shaken, so it was only expected anyone else would be scared in this position.

His hands and knees gave out finally, especially as his arms and legs started to change in structure, Vector collapsed onto the ground, feeling the rest of his body continue to transform out of his control. Whatever remained of his clothes had shredded into pieces, he wasn’t happy about his boots and jacket being wrecked, but he panicked the most at the realisation of his golden chain cross still being around his neck. He could even feel the chain getting tighter around his neck as it started to grow thicker, he desperately tried to get it off of him. He didn’t want to break it. But trying to move under your own control was impossible during all of this. So the most he did was claw into his own neck. Thankfully, Vanilla quickly noticed this and took the chain off. She knew by now how it meant to him, almost as much as his headphones that she had picked up quickly from the floor. If she wasn’t so caught up with this, she would’ve thought to take those off and away immediately. If she came in here faster, she could’ve warned him to take off anything he was wearing. Even if it would’ve made being here with him much more awkward. Not that it would matter in the end anyway… Vector continued to grow larger, almost twice his own size now. His muscles huge and strong, heck even his body was visibly wider and broad. His leather skin tough, hard and spikey, the very strongest of it going all the way down his bac. His tail was heavy and thick, the power in it could be felt as it lashed around and thumped against the ground and as his long jaw snapped once more into place, his teeth finally fit comfortably into his mouth again. He let out one final yell that turned into a monstrous roar as he threw his head back. Letting out all that pent up agony that this shift had brought him. Vanilla had shifted back at this, being worried this might be a sign he might’ve started to lose himself… but quickly stopped when he slumped over onto the floor again. Panting heavily. It seems like he was still in control, in a lot of discomfort, but in control.

It was over… it had stopped now. It had all gone still and quiet… Vector simply laid there on the floor, moaning and almost whining in pain. He couldn’t even care if he sounded pathetic making these sounds, he literally had to experience his body tearing itself apart from the inside and out. Even though it was all over now, it would take him so long to even forget what that felt like, if he ever could… but whatever the case, he’s going to be feeling this for a while. “Oh Vector…”, Vanilla sighed softly, hesitating for a moment before rubbing his hand in comfort, “I’ll get you some painkillers. It’ll help…”. “…Thanks…”, he hoarsely spoke, his throat a mess after all that yelling… While Vanilla quickly got up, going through her bag and trying to find him the largest glass of water to have the medicine with, Vector tried to sit up. He moved slowly and shakily. He felt so heavy, every movement he felt he had to put great thought and effort into. His body felt straight up alien to him right now. Although when he tried to sit up straight, he couldn’t. He always fell back to a hunched over position… He sighed, “Great…”, he mumbled to himself, he’d have to get used to this. He began to fidget with his hands, the webbed skin between his fingers was so weird… It was only a small amount of it, but it was still not a sensation he was used to. Most likely just a result of his genes as a water creature.

Vanilla came back over quickly, a large jug of water in hand and some medicine in the other… that was a lot of pills in her hand. “I would usually try to inject them but… your skin looks really hard to penetrate with regular needles. I’d need something stronger but I ran out. So, you’re going to have to take these. I’m sorry… I know it’s not ideal”. “It’s fine… thanks V”, Vector spoke again, voice still croaky. He took them both, trying to be as gentle as possible. But when he got the chance, swallowed those pills quickly and chugged that water like nothing… in fact it only made him realise how dehydrated he felt. A nice swim sounded ideal, but unlikely to happen, could barely move himself off the ground. “That should kick in a few minutes. They’re very strong…”, Vanilla patted his arm and went to cleaning up the broken tea cup, spilled tea and any remnants of Vectors clothes she could get to. Vector winced at that, as well as seeing all the blood and saliva droplets and the scratch marks he left all over the floor. “Shit… Sorry, Vanilla...”. She glanced up at him, a smile on her face, “No need to apologise dear. I have dealt with much larger messes. This was nothing”. To try and get out of Vanillas way, and to maybe try and sit somewhere more comfortably, Vector finally decided to try and get on his feet… but with how his legs changed in build, he could feel the lack of stability the moment he tried to stand. His legs wobbled like jelly when he managed to get up onto his legs. Vanilla stopped and quickly tried to warn him, “Vector, wait-don’t try to stand so-!”. He quickly faceplanted back onto the ground with a loud thud. “-So fast. Oh hon…”, Vanilla came back over to him, kneeling by his head and stroking one of his cheeks. The giant crocodile beast groaned, this only added onto his list of aches… “I’ll get you some pillows dear, you should rest for a moment, try not rush into this… I’ll get some of the others to try and help you out. This will be an quite adjustment period”, she gave a soft supportive smile, “But we’re here for you”. “…Thank you”. Vector may have been sore, confused and still a little scared… but he was at relieved he had someone like Vanilla here to help him. It made this a lot more bearable. He hoped he come up with a way to repay her. One day.

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callmesuggarcane · 1 month ago

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Gojo's death wasn't the problem

random ramblings on a Tuesday

Now that jjk is coming to an end id like to add that I don’t believe there’s anything that could be changed within the plot line of the story that would help to enhance the overall impact. Instead I would blame the timeline of each occurrence, that led to me feeling as though a few points were rushed through and major moments were anticlimactic—This includes Gojo’s death.

Although, given the chance to bring gojo back I would do it, simply because I enjoy him as a character, I wouldnt go as far as to say his death was menaingless simply because I appreciate the symbolism behind it whether that was gege’s intention or not.

First of all I want to bring chainsaw man into the equation to capture the feeling of major characters dying but ultimately feeling like a relevant means to an end, because the chapter treated each occurrence with the necessary emotions that such an action evokes no matter how fast it may seem, chainsaw man has been criticised for being slow, but im of the latter opinion as I appreciate the opportunity to dive deep into the psyche of each character, especially when its relevant to the story the author would like to convey, plus I gain unncessary attachments to series I love, which has made me re-read multiple mangas over and over again just because im obsessed with understanding the characters on a fundamental level. So future manga artists, feel free to expand (moving on).

Therefore it was anti-climactic for someone like Gojo that has made an impact in every sorcerers life to be tossed aside in a spontaneous opening—featuring him split in half. Especially considering the fact that within the fight Gege introduced concepts that weren’t previously established to demonstrate how ingenious and powerful gojo was, rivalling the strength of sukuna as he used his reverse curse energy to replace the cursed energy he used up. These principles were something that would’ve done better if we were given a chance to see each concept introduced in tandem.

The thing with Jujustu Kaisen is, the story that was being weaved had too many points that needed more depth, for something like demon slayer ( another death heavy story that made sense, although sad) the plot was much more simple and handled in a way that befitted the story, I can’t imagine any other way the story could’ve been stretched on, expect the other characters but that isn’t relevant to the plot which was saving nezuko, Nezuko was the goal and focus. The plot for Justusu was finding the fingers and containing sukuna in order to keep yuuji alive longer, so long as sukuna is conatined and yuuji remains alive, the job is getting done and I believe that had many opportunities for development of the world that was weaved, every character adds dimension to the story, as the depth of the sorcerer world led to many questions that would’ve served better with expansion. Another direct reference is Harry Potter although not a perfect example of a developed plot, imagine if harry found Voldemort two books in, and we didn’t have the plot lines before that. A true testament to the world gege was building was how, jujutsu took the world by storm, outside of gege’s beauty of course, it led to questions of how the world functioned. Were there sorcerers outside Japan, what are the family’s like, what kind of curses exist, is there a curse that could rival sukuna, and so on.

gojo was used even in death, and his only solace was his death.

Gojo has always been used, he’s always had a pedestal but he’s always had a target on his back, he had no choice but to be the best from birth, simply because he was born as gojo satoru and he had to become the gojo satoru we know now— the untouchable being— that came from his mortality, that came from the fact the untouchable being wasn’t truly untouchable. Not only was he a jujutsu sorcerer, that had a lower chance of living a full life, but he was the strongest sorcerer. it made sense that everyone would leave the hardest tasks to him, obviously the strongest can handle it, and he would come out unscathed. Unlike me, with my simple cursed technique. Irregardless of Gojo’s strength there was a disregard towards his life from the get go, was anyone truly worried about him, has anyone ever prayed for Gojo to come back safely. Who knows.

Not to mention how he found a comrade in Geto, whom he believed understood him on level no one could, but after his ascension that came from his first death, Gojo was finally alone…. from that point I believe his first death was his final death, Gojo became the perfect machine to the system.

Anyways, that’s why I believe gojo’s death wasn’t the problem in jujutsu rather it was a brilliant point that served to be expanded upon further and externalised in a poignant manner befitting of his tragic story.

In fact, Itadori, would’ve had the opportunity to go through a proper development arc that would’ve made use of the potential the characters kept insisting on, and the Shibuya arc would’ve happened much later in the series, it wouldve given us attachment, proper backstories, opportunities for development etc. Megumi is within the same predicament, and Nobara.

#jjk #gojo satoru #chainsaw man #fiction #anime and manga #manga

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gracie7209 · 1 year ago

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Amaryllis Chapter 8: The Call

Pairing: Frankie x f!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Language, lots of angst, but there’s hopeful bits too, sad Santi, sad Reader, talk of childbirth (not in detail whatsoever), lots of inner thoughts… I’m sorry if I left out anything!

A/N: Trying something a little different this time by essentially adding in a chapter prologue… I’m nervous about the whole thing honestly. Did a few random things that idk how they’ll be received but at this point oh well 🤷🏼‍♀️ I’m having a hard time getting out of my head on this one, so I’m just going to let it go and see what happens. Any mistakes are also mine!

As always I appreciate any and all feedback, just please be kind ❤️ (Or send me a dm if something is glaringly awful.)

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**Frankie was found by a group of villagers who took him in to assess his injuries. The guys had already left Colombia, leaving Frankie to make his way on his own.

He sleeps it off for a few days, and when he wakes up he’s angry. Tom knowingly did this. He knew the guys were able to see what was happening, so he made it look like an accident. Reaching out and screaming his name as he tumbled down. Tom was very good at manipulation, and for the longest time, especially in the service, he had Frankie completely under his spell. So while the guys saw them fighting, Tom swore the end result wasn’t intended to kill him… He was angry, but would never try to kill one of his own. Frankie just slipped…. He fell and there was nothing anyone could’ve done to stop it. The guys bought it. Frankie couldn’t blame them. The entire situation was fucked and up until that moment, Frankie never would’ve imagined that Tom would actually try to kill him.

Fortunately for Frankie though, he walked away due to his fall being partially broken by a dense brush that saved his life. Had he been just a few feet away in either direction, he might not have been so lucky**

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When he wakes up, Frankie’s extremely disoriented. He can tell he’s been out for awhile, so when he asks what day it is, he’s not surprised to find out it’s been four days since Tom pushed him down the mountainside.. Before attempting to move, he takes stock of his injuries. He feels like death, but he’s definitely had worse. Looking down at his left hand, he sees a makeshift splint keeping his wrist immobile and some of his fingers are taped together… Moving further down, his right leg is propped up and seems to be wrapped in a simple type ace bandage, but he can see how swollen it looks even under the wrapping. Taking his right hand he slowly moves it over his torso, where he’s felt a lot of pressure and finds more wrapping around his midsection— broken ribs then.

He needed to get to a phone. But he also thinks about his situation. Right now, with a few broken ribs and at best a badly sprained ankle, he’s going to be down for a little while. The fact that he’s here and not with the guys means that they believe he didn’t survive the fall. Frankie knows that Tom’s actions have crossed a line that can’t be undone this time. This could work to his advantage though, if he plays it right.

He needed to come up with a plan, while allowing himself to heal. He would talk to Santi first, but he needed to give himself and the guys time to let this all sink in.

When he asks how to get to somewhere with a phone, he’s directed to a nearby village, which is also seemingly lacking in technology. This back and forth goes on for a few weeks before he finally, finally finds something from the 20th century and he’s able to use an actual phone.

Frankie reaches out to Santi because while he was the most familiar with the area, he was also his closest friend and he was just as fed up with Tom’s bullshit as Frankie.

“Hello?”

“Pope? Pope it’s me, It’s Cat…..” Frankie’s voice is scratchy and raw from lack of use…

“Is this a fucking joke? Who the hell is this!?”

“It’s ME you dumb shit.”

“Fish? How……????”

Santi is quiet on his end. Frankie is praying the line didn’t disconnect.. “Pope? Shit…. You still there man?”

“Yeah… I’m, I’m here.. I just. I need a minute…..” comes Santi’s garbled reply. He’s practically choking on his words.

Santi and Frankie had been friends for a very long time. They met in high school long before they even considered joining the military. They had practically been joined at the hip, so when it came up, there was no question that they would join together.

“Holy shit… ok, Fish… Fish! What the fuck happened? I can’t believe this..” Frankie breaks down once Santi realizes it’s actually him. Just so happy to hear someone familiar. He tells Santi about the state he was in when he woke up, and about how he thinks he was able to survive the fall.

He takes a moment before asking Santi what happened when they decided to leave. He knows that they wouldn’t have left if they thought there was a chance he was alive. Even so, he doesn’t mean to sound accusatory when he asks “Why did you leave?”

“He started yelling for you. Tom was on the edge looking down, hand outstretched and everything. We all ran over, but you were gone. Tom said you guys were arguing and that things got physical, but didn’t realize how close you both were to the edge. Said your foot slipped and he tried reaching for you, but didn’t get there in time. He said he was angry with you, but he would never try to kill one of his best friends. We didn’t have the time to argue. We tried getting to you… we did! Benny refused to leave without you. He even had us make a line and drop him down, but the brush in the middle was so thick we were never able to see you. When we couldn’t find you, we thought the worst. And with everything else, the chopper, Lorea’s men? We didn’t…. Fuck! I’m…...”

The shame in his voice makes Frankie’s heart twist. “We could’ve found you…. I’m sorry Fish, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe this….”

“It was Tom,” Frankie says under his breath.

“What?”

“It was Tom. He…. He looked me dead in the eyes before shoving me backwards.”

Neither of them say a word for a few minutes. Both digesting the information they’d just heard. He knows they don’t have a ton of time so Frankie tells Santi that he just needs to get home. But Tom can have no knowledge that he’s alive. None. He has to come up with a plan, but what can honestly be done? Initially, he wanted nothing more than to return the favor. He had plenty of time to think of every way he’d go about it if he had the chance. But, being here this long, the anger has all but dissipated.

Frankie’s thoughts circle back to you. Just needing to know if you’re ok.

“Santi?”

“Yeah?”

“How is she?” He knows that his first priority should be about getting himself home, but he just can’t help it. Santi doesn’t ask who you’re referring to.

“She’s due anytime now. Tom has kept her under lock and key, but I asked and he told me she’s ok…. Hasn’t let anyone see her, but if we’re being honest, we’ve all kind of been in our own heads since that day. We thought you were gone and it’s been hard. Benny and Will went home to see their family. And I, uh, well, you know Cat….”

Frankie knew how Pope handled these types of things and it wasn’t usually by legal means. He couldn’t fault him for how he chose to deal. They’d all done things they weren’t proud of and he understood.

“I still can’t believe I’m talking to you. I thought I lost you man….” The last word gets caught in Santi’s throat. “This is insane.”

“I know… I know..” Frankie doesn’t know if he’s ever heard Pope this caught off guard. He’s always, always been on point. Nothing gets to him. Nothing shocks him. But it seems that Frankie calling him today has upended his whole life and Frankie guesses he has. It’s not every day your best friend comes back from the dead.

“The guys are going to fucking lose it!! Benny has been a complete wreck so Will took him home to try to help. Will’s been quiet, but you know how he is. He processes things differently. Are you going to call them, or do you want me to call them? They should be back next week.”

“No, no stop. Santi, wait. They can’t know.”

“What? why? They think you’re fucking dead Fish!

“I Know!! Listen to me, I know.. But I need your help. Tom can’t know I’m alive. Not yet. I think I have a plan, but I need you to trust me. Please.”

Frankie won’t say anything else unless it’s in person. Tom is not only a fucking lunatic, but he’s smart. And paranoid. He wouldn’t doubt it, if Tom had been wondering if he was truly dead or not. No body, no murder, no body, no proof someone’s dead.

“Never count your money before it’s in your pocket, Benjamin,” he recalls his words of advice to Benny back in the shipping container before the recce with a sigh.

Basically, Tom was never one to assume anything without proof.

“Ok ok… Well, what do you need me to do?”

“I just need you to get me home. The guys can’t know. Benny wouldn’t be able to keep that a secret and Will doesn’t need the extra baggage of keeping anything from his brother, so we’ll just leave them both out of it for now.”

“Alright, alright…. What’s the plan?”

“Just get me home. We’ll talk then. Can you track this location?”

“Yeah, yeah…. You gonna be ok?”

“I’ll manage. Call this number. Ask for Javier.”

“Javier?? Who the hell is Javier?”

“It’s me….”

“Ohhhh, gotcha. Sorry—” Santi takes a breath and continues,

“—Look, I was actually set to head back down there in a few weeks. I wanted to get back into it, try to focus on something else for awhile and especially when we left Lorea’s…. We never finished that job…”

“Whatever you gotta do is fine. I just need to get home.”

“I’ll get you home man…. It’s just going to take a little bit longer. I can push it up by maybe a week, but anything more than that and they’ll start questioning why I’m leaving so soon. Can you make it that long?”

Frankie realizes he’s been out here for about a month now… What’s two more weeks?

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to. It’ll give me time to sort some more things out.”

Frankie sighs… “Hey Santi?” He hates to put any more stress on him, but he has to ask….

“Could you uh, do me one more favor?”

“Course, man.”

“Can you please check in on her? I just need to know she’s ok.”

“I’ll see what I can do, but Fish, it’s gotten bad…. Tom won’t say much, but it’s hard to pretend your very pregnant wife doesn’t exist. He never lets her leave. Won’t let anyone in either. I saw her through the window last week and she looked ok, but like she was somewhere else. When I asked Tom he just brushed it off as pregnancy stuff. Said that she’s getting close to the end and left it at that.”

“Alright, I get it.” Frankie is leaning on the wall with his head on his forearm, his eyes shut tightly. He can’t hear much more.

“Just - if you’re able to, please let her know everything is going to be ok. She… She doesn’t deserve this shit...”

Fuck.

He’s letting it get to him, but he knows there’s nothing he can do right now. He breathes in and out slowly….. He just needs to get home. Then, he can start making things happen.

“Sorry Pope… Sorry.”

“It’s ok man. I understand. I know… well I’ve known for a while now. How you feel about her? It’ll be ok. I’ll check in and I’ll keep you updated. Give me two weeks and I’ll get you home.”

“Thanks man. Just call me. I’ll be close by.”

“You got it Fish.. Be safe. I’ll see you soon.” And with that, Santi hangs up the line. Frankie hangs up the corded phone, putting it back into the receiver attached to the wall.. His head is still against his forearm, eyes closed. He absentmindedly wipes away the stray tear running down his face, breathing in and out slowly just trying to keep it together.

Only two weeks. Basically, no time at all.

—

Two weeks.

Two full weeks — 14 days.

Frankie was counting down the hours, the minutes, until he could go home. Every day was torture. Finally after so long on his own he had gotten through to someone — finally heard a familiar voice and the happiness he felt was ripped away as soon as the line cut.

He was still healing from his injuries. His hand still bandaged and his ribs made it hard to breathe if he was moving around too much. But he couldn’t stand to sit still. It made his mind race when he couldn’t keep his hands busy with something else and the last place he wanted to be was stuck in his own head.

Frankie knew he needed to stay put. But it was killing him to just sit and wait. He was grateful that it was his left hand that took the most damage so when he could, he would write. It was the only thing he could do that allowed his mind to stay focused, without the physicality he was so used to. He would write down everything. Every thought, idea, plan, hope — anything and everything because he not only wanted to document his time here but also put words to the plan that had been forming in his head of how to get you out of Tom’s grasp and allow you to have a life of your choosing.

Frankie thought about you more than he thought was necessary. He was always thinking about you if he was being honest with himself. After your night together, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He loved you. He knew it beforehand and after, but as soon as the guys left for Colombia, Frankie had no doubts about his feelings for you. He knew he would do whatever it took to make sure you got the life you wanted for yourself. Even if that didn’t necessarily include him, it would be your choice to live whatever way you saw fit.

Somehow every time Frankie would put pen to paper, no matter where he started, it would always come back to something about you. Sometimes his inner monologue would find its way out and he would converse with himself like he was talking to a close friend. Most of the time though, he would talk to you…

—

— Querida I miss you… I have literally been counting the damn days til I can see you again. Fucking lame I know. I would ask how you’re doing, but Pope has filled me in a little. He says the baby is due anytime now. I just want you to know that I have thought about you, both of you, almost nonstop since the minute I left. I never should’ve left. So goddamn stupid… Right now, you have no idea that I’m even here. No idea that I’m writing to you and doing everything I can to get home. But you will. You can’t know until I take care of things though. I want to hear your voice. I miss our little talks at the diner. It was just easy with you. We’d talk about pretty much anything…. the damn weather, the buildings in the city. How you missed home sometimes. How scared you are to become a mother…… you’re going to be an amazing mother.

I’m not great at this, but there are so many things I want to tell you. I meant it when I said I would get you out of this situation and I will. Nothing can stop me at this point. Not even death apparently… I’m really fucking glad you won’t be reading this because wow… I would “lol”, but I’m literally handwriting this……….

Anyway, as if you could hear me. Aaaaahhhhh!!!!

Ok better. God get a grip dude…

I want to see you, to touch you, to hear your voice because I’m pretty sure I’m going insane. Pope knows and he’s going to bring me back.

I realize that I don’t even know if you’re interested in having any kind of relationship at all, let alone with me. I hope you do. I never really thought I would ever want something as much as I want to be with you. Huh.. I don’t think I’ve actually voiced that thought even to myself until now. Interesting.

Since that night though, that fucking night that haunts my dreams, all I can think about is YOU. That one taste was more than enough to have me addicted and I’ve fucked my hand more times than I will ever admit out loud at the thought. I can taste you on my tongue still. Can still feel you around me and I fucking lose it. Fuck I need to quit otherwise I’ll be back at it.

Hell, it’s lonely here. Soon though, I’ll be back in the States and can finish this. God I miss you. I’ll be there soon. —

—

Santi called about ten days after he and Frankie first spoke; this time it was about you.

Frankie had talked to him a handful of times in between, just going over vague plans, times and places etc for when he returned to Colombia.

He would ask Frankie or “Javier” how he was getting along, how his injuries were healing etc. This was different though.

—“Fish?” He seemed out of breath… and the words were pouring out of his mouth…

“Um I don’t even know where to start. I’ll be there in four days, but man you have to know something…”

“Hey, hey, slow down, just breathe.”

“Ok, shit. She, uh fuck. Ok…. Look,”

“Come on Pope, spit it out! Is everything ok?” Frankie’s heart was in his throat.

“It, um, well it happened. I guess they got into a fight and it uh, jump started the whole process… She punched the shit out of him though.”

“Slow down, so she had the baby??”

“Yes”

“Is she, are they ok??”

“I think so. She fucked up his nose though and I guess the force, or the stress or whatever put things in motion. I just left the hospital.”

“Why would she do that? She knows what he’s capable of. Why would she put herself at risk like that?”

“She’s a spitfire, I’ll give her that. She did a number on his face. Left him with two black eyes. I would’ve given her a hug if she wasn’t uh, busy with other things.”

“Fuck….” Frankie is squeezing the pressure point between his eyes. He’s not sure why, but he just assumed that he’d be back before the baby was born.

Santi can’t help himself but ask the question, “Did you two ever, um, you know. Did you—?” But Frankie interjects.

“Did we fuck? Is that what you’re asking?” He didn’t mean to come off so harsh, but he was having a hard time keeping it together.

“Whooaaaaa, calm down pendejo…. But yeah. Did you? Actually??? I mean shit, I knew you had feelings for each other, but,”

“Yeah… We did.” —He says it, not with pride, but simply put. “About two weeks before we left out.”

“Shiiiiiittt…….”

He doesn’t want to focus on that aspect, so Frankie tries getting back to the ‘you hitting Tom in the face,’ part.

“Was it just her who did a number on him or? Did he hurt her?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. She’s refused to let him into the room and has had security keep him out.”

“Shit, ok….. Get me home. Please. I’ll be ready. Let me know if anything changes, but I need to go. I can’t deal with this right now being this far away. I need to keep my head on straight if I’m going to get her out of this.”

“I’ll be there soon buddy. It won’t be long now.”

—

Frankie was ready four days ago, but it was finally time.

He and Santi went over coordinates, pickup and flight times and what to expect when they got back to the States..

How does one just come back from the dead?

Luckily, Santi was a greedy shit and after Frankie fell, he took all of Frankie’s things that weren’t on his person and kept them at his house. To the outside world, Frankie was currently just a missing person. There was no way they could come forward with what they “knew” or thought actually happened. No one outside of the five of them even knew about their “mission” as it was relayed only to certain people as just a Guy’s Trip. So it wasn’t noticed when they came back to the States’ a man short. Frankie’s family lived in Texas. His Mom and Step-dad along with his older sister. After they got back, Santi knew he had to at least tell them that Frankie was missing. They of course filed a missing persons report, which Santi expected. But he couldn’t go through with trying to help plan a funeral… Not yet. He knew he could only push it off for so long, but they had to come up with a cover story to explain and no one was in a state of mind to even think about that at the time.

Thankfully, it no longer mattered and instead Frankie was about to come barreling back into everyone’s lives. But not until Tom was dealt with.

Frankie was adamant that no one could know anything…. There could be no inkling that he was alive. Santi just had to trust that Frankie knew what he was doing.

—

After the longest four days of his life and an even longer month, Frankie was going home. Santi showed up right on time like they planned. It was just after dawn and Frankie hadn’t slept a bit the night before.

He was ready and anxious and there were so many thoughts running through his mind, that he wasn’t prepared for the emotional toll that seeing a familiar face would put on him.

His ribs were still healing, but he could care less that he couldn’t breathe when Santi hugged him without a word. It wasn’t necessary to speak and Frankie wouldn’t have been able to if he tried. He was crying; so overwhelmed with every emotion that he couldn’t form a single syllable, just a yelp at the initial impact of Santi’s iron grip and Frankie’s own hushed cries as the weight of the last month and a half came full circle.

Frankie cried and Santi just held him through it. Hell, he would never admit it but Santi was crying himself.

Frankie’s entire body was trembling. Everything he’d gone through, he had been alone.

“Hey, hey…. It’s alright man, I’ve got you. I’ve got you….” Santi whispers to Frankie, just letting him know that he’s there. He couldn’t imagine what kind of hell this last month had been for him. He looks ok? Santi thinks to himself. His hand is bandaged up and he was limping toward the main area when Santi first pulled up… he’s got some scarring on his face and could definitely benefit from some real food, but overall, it’s still Frankie. Someone Santi thought he’d lost and would never see again. That realization washes over him and he shudders at the thought.

Frankie is here, he’s alive and he’s coming home.

Santi clears his throat..

“So, uh, Javier?” Frankie snorts at the name….

“Where’d that come from?” Santi says with a note of curiosity… he’s trying to cut through the thick air that’s surrounding them currently. There will be more time for that when everything else is said and done.

“I didn’t want to give my real name in case Tom decided to backtrack and go asking around. It’s stupid honestly, but Tom’s a paranoid bastard so I wanted to cover my ass—

—Plus, she uh, that was a little inside joke we had. She said that when she first met me that I looked like this guy from a TV show. She never really watched it, but I guess Tom had sometimes. It was set in Colombia and the fucking irony of that? I’m in fucking Colombia, so I thought it’d be funny.” He chuckles lightly to himself, thoughts taking him somewhere else entirely and Santi groans…

“Jesus dude, you got it bad…. “

Yeah I do.. Frankie thinks to himself. He just gives a small smile and shakes his head..

“Well, here. I brought you something.”

Santi reaches for his phone, scrolling through until he turns the screen to Frankie.

“I convinced her to let me in while Tom was gone. Now don’t kill me but I wanted to see how she felt about you….”

“You did what??”

“I didn’t tell her anything… Well, I told her I was making a memorial video for you to give to your Mom. I assured her that Tom wouldn’t see it, but I asked her to tell me what she would say to you if she had the chance. This is what she said…”

“Why would you do that to her? She just had a fucking baby. You can’t just…” but, Santi cuts him off.

“Just watch it.”

Frankie swallows and takes a breath before looking back down at the phone and hitting play—

He sucks in a breath at seeing your face. God, you were beautiful. You had obviously taken the phone from Santi to record yourself in private. It looks like you’re laying in a hospital bed, the lights are turned down and you are holding a little bundle in the crook of your free arm.

—

“Frankie, I still don’t believe that any of this is real. I miss you…

The baby is finally here.. he decided to make his entrance very memorable…”

Frankie smiles, he remembers what Santi told him had jump started your labor and he couldn’t be more proud of you….

“I’m so sorry Frankie. I know why you did what you did, but I wish more than anything that things could’ve been different.

I talk to you every night.. I hope that you hear me. I can’t say it out loud, but I hope you’re able to feel my heart from wherever you are. It’s been yours for a long time.”

You wait a moment before looking down at the bundle in your arms..

“I’d like you to meet someone.”

The phone pans down to a little wrinkled and pink face, with dark brown hair. Eyes closed and napping peacefully. He looks like you.

“He will be treasured, and is already so loved by everyone who’s met him. You would love him, Frankie. And I will make sure he knows you and loves you just as I do.

You gave me so much in the short time we had. You showed me what it meant to be cared for and for that I will always be grateful.

I will talk to you always, every day, until we meet again.

I love you Frankie. I wish I had been able to tell you sooner.”

Frankie doesn’t miss the tears filling your eyes, even when you give the camera a smile, he sees your pain and he wants nothing more than to take it away.

—

“She got pretty emotional after she gave me the phone back, and I told her that you could hear her. I just left out the part where you would actually get to hear it.”

He is doing everything he can to keep it together… he doesn’t want to waste any more time crying like a fool when he could be making his way back home.

Santi claps a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“You ready?”

Taking a deep breath, he stands up straight and gives Santi a firm nod.

Frankie is finally going home.

—

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A/N: For Frankie’s note to himself, essentially he’s just writing everything that comes into his head verbatim. For us reading it back, it looks weird, but it’s honestly something I do IRL all the time… No one is supposed to see it lol so it’s definitely cringey 😂

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