#i hope you get the point. fuck agro

[leuenbergeria]

They're absolutely right. 'Personal responsibility' is, in this context, a rightoid made-up talking point for the sole purpose of shielding certain financial interests.

Like we also have to talk about the 'production' side of things. Big Agro is a blight upon the Earth and upon humanity as a whole.

Oligarchs' and latifundists' production techniques are not predicated on providing, say, NUTRITIOUS CROPS/FOOD or anything like that. God forbid. Instead, they've linked up with gigantic multinational and national trash food companies to absolutely dominate all food supply chains. That is to say, they make sure that not only you consume their product, but that you have NO OTHER CHOICE. That's (partly) why food deserts exist.

Of course healthy food is going to be expensive if most of the prime agricultural land is dedicated to cultivating bottom-of-the-barrel crops like African palm and sugar cane. They aren't just taking space, they're actively STEALING it. The whole industry is build on unethical colonization techniques and heritage.

Of course the 'obesity epidemic' is going to be a thing if all the food production systems and chains are an absolute disaster only meant to extract maximum value from land until it's absolutely fucked and left barren for generations to come, leaving the mess to the people who originally lived there while the corps move on to annihilate some other land area. The absolute distortion of economic and ethical priorities thanks to capitalism is having nefarious effects on our health from all sides.

I don't know what that person was interviewing for but I hope they got it, because bullseye.

[maranull]

Soulsborne asks!

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8. Do you have any fond coop memories? Does a specific moment stand out to you?

I rarely do coop, cause a) I suck and b) I used to get anxious. But! Recently I needed help with Commander Niall so I summoned a dude that looked really edgy. Dual katanas, not wearing chest armor, using Chaos spells... That type. He seemed like he could pack a punch and honestly that's all I needed. Anyway, as we've established, I suck, which means I never dealt with the weird Lion Guardians. So I run past them towards the elevator. My guy tries to be nice or something and tries to fight the first one. I hear Chaos spells and then the guy's health bar drops like a 1/3. I turn around to help. He decides to leave. We pass each other at the stakes and I start throwing boulders at the lion cause it's already hurt a bit, might as well kill it. So he sees me and comes back again. Que him getting agro and then managing to get hit by every. single. attack. He falls down, gets up, heals, get hit immediately and do that three times over. At that point the second lion has engaged my ass and now we're both fighting for our lives. Not long after, he dies and I run to the bonfire to reset the lions, at which point I discover I can cheese them at the gate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway, I just found it funny that a dude confident enough to not use shields or chest armor was getting his ass kicked even harder than me while he was supposed to be helping me.

15. Do you have any unpopular opinions about any of the games?

Dark Souls II was the best in the trilogy. :P

But to say something I can actually back up, I know this isn't unpopular on the tumblr side of the fandom, but the Souls games are about hope and perseverance and are so much more than just "hard" games. Especially Elden Ring, with the Ranni ending pushing free will, Finley loving Malenia despite her curse, Ranni and Rykard keeping an eye to their maddened mother, Radahn adoring his horse, Rya having loving adoptive parents, MELINA, Marika tearing down everything she build due to loosing her child, etc... Just. So much of the story is about love. Platonic, romantic, parental, whatever. The Souls games are about hope and love existing and persevering in the face of decay and horror and I think that's really neat.

19. Do you play PvP?

I used to duel a lot in DSII and DSIII but I stopped cause it felt way too tryhard and just... DSIII duels were really unfun. And I also got really tired of the meme culture the series had at the time so I left.

I recently got interested again, purely from seeing your posts and you having so much fun as an invader. So I got an actual legal copy of the game and last weekend I almost finished setting up a RL90, beast incantations based build, wielding the Cinquedea. Just need to get one more Deathroot for Gurranq's Beast Claw and then I'm invading left and right. :D (never touching duels again though, fuck that noise)

Thank you! <3

[thegetoufather]

HOO BOY BABY I HAVE A FUCKING LIST

1. Specifically hard/mean dom Shouto - Arguably my biggest pet peeve because Sho’s my favorite. He is the softest and sweetest of service tops to me. He’d never ever want to hurt or degrade his partner whether it’s physically or emotionally and I’ll die on that hill (I also really don’t think he’d want any of it done back to him but that’s another thing. Shouto is honestly just very vanilla and servicing to me).

2. Overly mean Megumi - I see this one sometimes too, and like… We’re gonna sit here and act like this boy likes to degrade you and isn’t also secretly very sweet with his s/o outside of the expected teasing/mock annoyance? We’re gonna do that?

3. Hypersexual Bakugou - this one doesn’t bug me quite as much, but I very strongly headcanon BKG as being on the ace spectrum and I don’t know how common it is, so I’ll include it, hehe.

4. Making Deku and Armin either too mean or pushovers - There’s a middle ground that I feel should be met with them? Other people have talked about it already though, so I won’t elaborate. They wouldn’t even be mean in general to me, the worst they’d get is like… Firm.

5. Creepy Bert/Bert slander in general - He’s my BOY and all of TikTok can fight me.

6. Really specific one, but reducing Reiner down to “I am the Armored Titan and he’s the Colossal Titan,” (again, TikTok) because I don’t find it funny anymore. Also, I very much want to give him the love he deserves, but I feel like time skip Reiner gets like… Infantilized? In a way that’s icky, especially with ships. But that could just be my observation. I could apply that to a lot of other characters with trauma, too.

7. Literally almost all of fanon Haikyuu. I’ve never seen such bad flanderization.

8. This is a me thing, but I hate how every character has to be a hard, mean daddy dom regardless of their personality. Like, I’m a total softie sexually and honestly not all that kinky so maybe that’s why, but it bugs me. I just want more soft loving, hehe.

I’ll come back if I think of more. I hope this isn’t too aggressive, lol.

i literally switched to desktop to answer this one because you brought up A TON OF GREAT POINTS PLS (also not agro at all!!)

all my responses under a cut because.... i had a lot to say

1. sho is my favorite too!!! he is ,,, super vanilla and servicing,, just wants to make you feel good help. i feel like the endeavor trauma is often interpreted to like, make him turn into one with hard limits, and why is it never like ,,,, make him want to be the Ultimate Pleaser fr. also another sho characterization i hate is where they monopolize on the awkwardness and thats why hes a hard dom because he can only communicate that way??? like pro sho is suaver than you give him credit for y'all better believe it

2. mean megumi is something i never get LMFAO. like yea he gets irked with yuuji and nobaras antics but its not cause hes mean he's just more reserved in comparison to them??? this man isnt rude he grew up alone and learnt to survive, he's just like not vocal. hes still a sweet boy!!! just a tough exterior!!! i feel like he would be awkward with teasing stuff too, like he asks yuuji for advice because the first things he had fell flat LMAOOO

3. hypersexual bakugo..... in the context of fucking other people at least........that dont make no damn sense to me either. bakugo literally just. wants to be a hero. hes the epitome of the "wednesday is at the special age where shes got one thing on her mind. boys? murder." audio. like even early on his pro days, he has a horny thought and goes "whats that" until he finally has the time to slow down. OR OR. he like. has scheduled jack off time. just to relive stress. the bakugo gets bitches agenda is true in the sense he has fans who would sell a left tit for him, but the bakugo also canonically calls everyone extras i don't see him like being so horny where he needs to stick it in anything ya know???? ace or demi bakugo makes very much sense to me too.

4. THANK YOU!!! normalize the middle ground!!! ngl i think thats why i dont like reading for either of them bc they already arent my type exactly and then there are just so many extremes with characterizing them im like damn they either cry or own whips, what is the truth.

5. END BERT SLANDER!!! Y'ALL DONT KNOW HIM LIKE WE DO!!! no because like, bert has anxiety, but he isnt, that doesnt make him a creep or a stalker. he just like, would be a shy awkward meet cute. a lil fumbly in a cute way with the first fuck but, picks up speed. has a massive size kink. is a switch who leans dom. i said it. he is that quiet power service dom. i will elaborate at some point.

6. reiner does deserve more love!!! say it louder!!! no because like, the reduction of him to the spilt personality and then further taking that into like,, loving him like he is a kid, its blurring the mommy kink line if that makes sense??? he's depressed and did not have good support growing up, you can like, take care of him and make him feel good without reducing him to a child ya know? give him blankets! wear matching sweaters! kiss his lil face silly till he smiles!!! you are very right, a lot of characters with trauma get chalked down to "let me be their mom so i will write in a mommy kink," without like, actually doing it like that does that make sense?

7. i will burn fanon haikyuu to the ground. no further statements.

8. and thats totally fair!!! honestly, that goes into a bigger conversation as to how, sex in media (and not just fanfic) isn't normalized to thinking that vanilla sex is fun. because now it all comes down to marketability, and soft loving isn't as palatable as latex and crops. its not to say you can't enjoy those things, but the fact that people take that as the only way that "you had cool or fun sex" is so wrong?? like its ultimately a physical connection between two people, its fun when y'all get each other? idk. this can turn into a rant not related to your original point at all, but like, yea. normalize not everyone being hard doms. you dont need to write that for your fanfic to get more clicks. a better characterization is better than supposedly appealing kinks ya know?

fanon characterizations - what pisses you off, lemme know

[calif0rnia-lovers]

catching up on Mayans s3, here are my thoughts for episode 2:

*I'm still waiting for Nestor to get more of a storyline. These three-second appearances are not it*

Miguel's Affair: I knew they were going to do this is, and I'm irritated that they took the obvious route. He's down in Mexico, screwing around with another woman in an attempt to escape reality. He wants to be this big, successful businessman but is hiding from his responsibilities. He needs to man up, go home, clean up his Agro mess, and help raise his son. A grown man abandoning his responsibilities to wallow in self-pity? Not here for it

Adelita: For her to get free and then realize Millie is gone. She's lost a second child. I already know she's left the compound to go find the father of her child. I'm low key hoping she catches Angel because he needs to stop. I also want her to be able to start finding herself outside of the Rebels and Angel. She hasn't had the chance to be Luisa since she was a kid.

Alvarez: As he watched Miguel shoot Paco, I'm pretty sure his only thought was "I moved to the suburbs for this?" Babysitting Miguel is like being back with the MC. Alvarez is big on respect, so he (like Nestor) is not going to say anything this early in the season. But, I'm going to need Alvarez to take Miguel and tell him to get his shit together.

Angel: Seems the writers have lost their juice with Angel. His purpose in s1 was great, but it seems it's dialed out. He's used for comedic relief, rash decisions, and comparison to Ez. It may be because, at the moment, he doesn't really know his purpose but if all we're getting is him sleeping around all season, and being the one who only speaks up to egg Bishop on with his "fuck it" attitude, it's an injustice to his character.

Bishop: I'm sticking to my prediction from episode 1. Bish has a kid. If he doesn't, he's lost one. I kinda had the feeling in season 1 that he and Pena had a past. If they didn't have a kid, they were married and he's having trouble dealing with an approaching anniversary? I honestly can't think of any other reason why he's drinking and messing up. In season 1 he was levelheaded and calculated. This season the only words he seems to know so far are "fuck you." He's making rash club decisions as President, and it's going to blow up in his face. You only abandon reason when something big is eating you up inside.

Coco: Oxy is a gateway drug, so I know he's going to progress into something stronger. I'm assuming at whatever farm he just tried to steal from. Pretty sure that's what his mother was on? Addictive personalities can run in a family. His habit is not going to lead to him getting killed, it'll probably lead to his daughter or another patch getting killed while he tries to cover up his addiction. Knowing Sutter's past show....it'll be Leticia.

Creeper: Deserves more screen time. After all the negativity from Gilly in episode one, I vote for their screen time to be swapped.

Emily: Their approach with showing her anxiety through her appearance was the best decision. It makes you compare her to Coco. Coco is constantly being told "you look like shit" because of his physical appearance. Em, who is typically polished also looks like shit but not one person in her life has commented on it. She's taking prescribed Xanax. Miguel could track her whereabouts any other season, but can't notice his wife has gone and gotten a prescription for anxiety?

Erin: Never would have thought they'd cast Holland Roden, but I'm glad they did. She's brought in to develop Em's character. She's going to help bring out more of Emily's backstory, outside of Ez and Miguel, which is great because female characters don't have to only be used concerning the men. Although they're opposites, she's going to be the one to see right through the facade of the perfect life Emily has been trying to achieve. She's probably also going to force Emily to realize Miguel is having an affair.

Ez: I know it's the basis of his character, but this kid is so freaking smart. I'm glad it's not in the textbook, know it all kind of way. But, if he wasn't sitting at the table, the MC would honestly be more fucked than it already is. Him finding his voice in the MC is what we're here for. That and him working up the courage to kiss Gabi, I'm at the point where I want to grab him by the kutte and yell "just do it, Ezekiel"

Gabriela: I'm abandoning everyone to support and protect this angel. She is the cutest thing. When Ez came in to find Papa Reyes talking to her in Spanish, and laughing but he tried to switch back to his usual grumpy self when he noticed Ez watching...she's such an angel. She's also going to be Ez's anchor. But most importantly, you can tell Ez is trying to put on his usual golden boy act in front of Gabi. But he's going to realize that he doesn't have to be the perfect Reyes boy around her. All his life people expect him to be perfect while Angel is the one that gets in trouble. She's going to allow him to be in the MC without feeling he is being judged for that decision

Miguel: I can tell I'm going to tire of him relatively quickly this season. I understand he's grieving, but killing Paco was unnecessary. Senseless killings, as a way to show a character is hurting, are typical in the SOA universe. If his drug trade wasn't tied to the Mayans, I'd want it to crash so he can realize the world doesn't stop just because he does.

[unholyhelbig]

Bechloe greek gods au?

[a/n: Long time no see guys, I swear I have so many prompts in my inbox, I’ll get around to them soon. This is rocky because I haven’t written them in a bit. Enjoy!]

She didn’t remember getting hit with an arrow; not the way it pushed into her skin evenly and produced an even bout of pain. It was more of an annoyance, really, like a mosquito who had barely tapped a vein before she swatted it away- smearing the brown and bubbling guts on the wall.

Her room was hot that day, and even with the fan pointed directly at the bare mattress that rested on the floor, she was washed with discomfort.  Beca had kicked the sheets that usually covered her away- and hadn’t even noticed the soaked fabric was ruined with anything but her own sweat.

But by the time the alarm on her phone started going off, she knew something was wrong; the loud clang of something metal and weighted falling from her bed did nothing but confirm that the thickness of the room wasn’t her imagination.

Her downstairs neighbor pushed the blunt end of a broom against their ceiling in response to the clatter and Beca figured that that served as enough of a wakeup call. It was already past noon- she could tell by the lattice design of the sun streaming through her blinds.

Beca reached blindly until her fingers wrapped around the cold shaft of metal that had so rudely pulled her from her slumber. She moved her thumb against it- not a phone, not a pair of expensive headphones. No- it was an arrow.

From where- she wasn’t sure. There was no broken glass in her apartment, no more than usual. And she would have noticed, even in a drunken slumber, if one had come crashing through the window. She lived on the fifth floor of a shitty city building.

She sat up and groaned at the pinching on the back of her thigh, the way it burned and pulsed with her own heart. The arrow was plated and gold and heavier than she thought it would be. There was an expertly crafted heart on one end, the shaft cutting right through it. Its point was coated in a rust-colored liquid.

Too weird- she decided, too early for this.

She had a lot to drink last night and probably pulled this from one of the stupid holiday displays that they had laying around the city for some agro art project. That’s what she gets, she supposed, for picking a place to live on the same block as a prestigious art school.

Beca stood and limped to the dining room, setting the bloodied arrow down on the table before grasping at the nearest cup that looked somewhat clean. She didn’t wait for the sink water to chill before gulping down a full glass and going for a second one. The warm liquid soaked into the collar of her shirt.

She hadn’t noticed it at first, not clouded by her own thirst, but she had set the arrow down next to a small card. Something that would be left in a bouquet of roses, but bigger. It created a little tent and cast a shadow next to the gold. She plucked it from the table.

Beca,

I struggle not to speak in riddles, as I’m sure you don’t remember much from last night. But the two of us had quite the boasting match. Turns out I, in fact, can drink you under the table. So- as a consolation prize for your good efforts, I’ve left you something of mine.

She frowned. It was well written in a curled type of script that would take anyone a number of hours. Her head was screaming at her and her leg was hissing. Beca remembers finishing up a set and taking whatever free drinks the patrons thought to buy her. And a woman, glowering at her across the bar.  She flipped the card over, looking for more fine print.

This arrow has the effect of undying love, something you mumbled about never being able to find. This should help to a certain extent- but be forewarned; a similar arrow built of lead was left in the possession of another. Find that arrow, find your love. Cure them.

All the best,

C.

Oh… oh, this had to be absolute bullshit. There was no way some stranger that was lingering in the darkest and dankest bar in Manhattan had followed her to her apartment and stabbed her. People didn’t just do that. They didn’t’ leave cryptic notes or gold-plated arrows because someone like Beca Mitchell had half the mind to pawn it off.

Who was C?

She flopped down in the nearest chair, letting the arrow fall to the ground once more. It clattered, even on the carpet- and as if on cue, her downstairs neighbor pushed the broom against the ceiling- as if that would stop Beca’s hangover, or her struggle to piece together missing time.

“Oh, shut up!” she shouted back, pushing her heel into the floor.

She usually never fought back. There was never a reason to. Beca carried late and odd hours, and she often found herself treading lightly- even if she was a bit buzzed. But right now the pulsing in her thigh and the blurred intentions of the letter ate away at any resolve she hoped to carry. So she stomped three times and palmed the arrow.

Her neighbor slammed the top of the broom in response and Beca let out a groan before standing, ignoring the sharp pain in her leg. She pulled open the door and registered the musty scent that the hallway carried.

Beca’s steps were muffled in her socked feet, even as she trudged past the elevator with the “Out of Order” Sign that was tacked on the metal front. The cement floor of the stairwell was cold and unforgiving against her soles. She didn’t stop until she found the exact puke-green door that she was looking for. Beca even knocked before she lost a bit of her nerve.  

Then the door swung open and the crisp scent of vanilla cut through her own rancid mix of sweat and lingering whiskey. A girl stood in front of her, blonde hair pulled into a tight bun and a fancy blouse hugging her curves. She had a fire in her eyes- but Beca had an arrow, and that was enough for her.

“I’m guessing you’re our upstairs neighbor considering your heavy-handed knock?”

God, who talks like that? “Spot on, sweetie. You pulled the stick out of your ass long enough to bang it against the ceiling, huh?”

The woman huffed and pulled the door open even more. Not allowing an entrance or even offering. She put more room between the two of them, taller and meaner. “Look, just keep it down, alright? You clamoring home at two in the morning is annoying enough. I don’t need mid-afternoon too.”

“I pay rent too, you know, I can stomp around as much as I like. Not everyone keeps a normal schedule.”

She found herself using the tip of the golden arrow as a buffer, it’s point still rusted in crimson. The stranger flicked her unripe stare against it and straightened up, fingers tightening against the doorframe.

“Where’d you get that?”

“I found it, “Beca frowned “listen, that’s not the point. I will start trying to be quieter if you just stop banging the ceiling-“  

“No, seriously, where did you find this?”

She was being ignored entirely, the woman plucked the arrow from her fingers and walked into her apartment, leaving the door wide open. Beca sighed heavily and followed her in with her slight limp. If she was going to be murdered, at least it would be in her own apartment building, anything to reason her actions.

It was nicer here; with soft lavender curtains and pictures hanging on the wall. Beca had gotten all of her furniture from thrift shops and friends cleaning out storage units. It was like a home goods catalog, everything smelling sweet and more importantly, clean. She was suddenly nervous to track blood on the carpet.

“Chloe!” The woman shouted, voice echoing off the hallway, she turned her back to Beca, running her fingers over the metal “This was just in your apartment?”

“Sort of, I guess. It was in my leg. I pulled it out right before you started drumming on the walls.”

She nodded and went back to studying the object, not offering up any answers. But Beca didn’t’ have much focus on her anymore; instead, she was drawn inexplicably to the woman who must be Chloe. She walked with a certain grace about her- hair messy and curled like fire. Her eyes were a striking ocean blue and every inch of her sparked like broken waves.

The girl held a towel to her arm, soaked in red and dripping. She had scrubbed most of the blood away but held pressure against her wound before stopping and scrutinizing Beca. Her nose crinkled. “Who’s this?”

“What’s your name?” The blonde asked.

“Aubrey, you invited a stranger into the apartment?” Chloe glared “She’s dirty.”

She snorted “Hi, hello, right here. If I can just get my arrow back you gracious goddess, I’ll get out of your hair.”

What the fuck was that?  

“Gross.” There was a round of silence, Chloe was staring at the carpet and Aubrey was tempted to do what Beca had asked. But none of them moved, not for a bit. Chloe was the first to speak. “Your arrow?”

“Not mine technically. But it lodged itself into my thigh this morning so I think that gives me some jurisdiction over it- now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go to an urgent care.”

“No, don’t go.” Chloe clenched her jaw, and the words seemed to settle in Beca’s stomach like a rock “I got one too. It’s not gold, not like that- but it’s black.”

“It’s lead.” Aubrey corrected. “Do either of you know what that means?”

Beca’s head was pounding and she wasn’t sure if it was from the sickeningly sweet scent of the apartment or the way her heart beat faster against her throat each time Chloe moved. The sun seemed to hit her in the right way and a deafening lightness filled her at each glance. She wanted to run her fingers against her skin, feel lips against her own and, she sighed heavily “You’re so pretty,”

“Focus, please.” Aubrey snapped “I had to take a class on Greek Mythology last semester. I remember this specific story about Daphne and Apollo. Cupid shot them both with arrows after a pissing match with Apollo, and one gained the overwhelming sense of love while the other”

Aubrey trailed off and furrowed her brow.

“The other what, Bree?”

“The other grew to hate the idea of it altogether.”

“That explains why the sight of this… this girl makes me want to claw my own eyes out.” Chloe’s breath was unsteady, but still, she smelled of lemons, and her lips pursed in the perfect way.

“That’s okay, my love, I would still die for you.” Beca pressed her fingers against her lips and let out a muffled growl in frustration. “Okay, that needs to stop, now. Unless that’s not what you want Chloe-“

Chloe groaned, “Any chance you remember how to fix it?”

“I got a note, with the arrow.”

“You didn’t think to mention that sooner?”

“I was a little blind-sided by how stunning you are, forgive me.” Beca wanted to bite her tongue until it bleed. But instead, she searched her hazy mind for what the letter said. It rested on her kitchen table and she didn’t think she could get up there with the amount of pain pushing past her knee and ending at the gash in her thigh. “it said I have to cure you.”

Aubrey’s eyes widened “Chloe, I think she has to stab you with her arrow. Theoretically, that would reverse the amount of disdain in you. It would balance it out.”

“And the amount of infatuation in her?”

“I suppose it could work both ways.”

The thought of diving the metal-tipped arrow into Chloe made her sick to her stomach.  A rolling that started at the back of her neck and culminated in nausea, so thick and strong it felt as if she had been drugged. She essentially had been. One small part of Beca remembers the way she challenged the woman at the bar to a drinking competition, high on her own ego.

She would never bow to a challenge, never lose without losing herself first. But this arrow; its effects would let her kneel in front of this perfect stranger without a second thought. There was no way she could bring her shaky fingers to wrap around the shaft of the arrow, only to push it into the woman’s skin.  

There was a sudden blinding pain against her shoulder, a white-hot metal. “OW! Fuck!”

Beca grasped at the warmth, fingers coated with liquid as she stared at the black arrow in the better part of her shoulder, she hadn’t noticed Chloe grab the lead object. “Dude, what the hell?” She yanked it away, grunting because it somehow hurt worse on the way out.

“What? No sly comment about my insatiable beauty?” Chloe smiled, and though it was charming, it didn’t make her heart stop. In fact, part of her found it more annoying than interesting and keen.

Beca hissed through clenched teeth “Give me the arrow.”

And Aubrey obliged. Somehow it felt heavier in her grasp. Beca had half the mind to go for the shoulder too, but the way Chloe was nursing her other arm made her reconsider. She let out a small breath and slid the pointed end of the object into the side of her leg, right near her hip, hesitating a bit.

“Mother of God,” Chloe’s voice shook, “How did neither of us notice that the first time?”

Beca could blame the alcohol and the way she was knocked out cold after her display at a local bar. But she decided to keep that to herself. She mercifully removed the object and set it on the counter next to the other arrow.  

Aubrey lifted both eyebrows “How do you feel?”

“Like I’m losing a lot of blood.” She swallowed thickly, “And not like I want to shove the arrow somewhere completely different.”

Beca winced “Oh, ouch.”

The blonde reached around the other end of the counter and produced a pair of keys, just as perfectly organized as the rest of her, a look of annoyance and relief against her features. “I think we should get you both to a hospital. And then we bury those things forever, agreed?”

That seemed like the only thing that made sense all day.

[atths--twice]

Hello everyone! I hope you’re all doing well, happy and safe. I have a new story to help out with our time spent in quarantine. Hope you all enjoy it. ❤️🦊

Sleeping Comfortably

Mulder shook his head as he left the manager's office intent on heading to Scully’s room. This place was by far the creepiest one they had stayed in, what with its Scooby-Doo back rooms and trick doors.

God only knows if that man was watching Scully earlier, and if so, for how long. He shook his head again as he stepped up to her door and knocked, waiting for her to answer. When she did not, he knocked again, louder this time, and pressed his ear to the door.

He heard her moving around and a second later, before he had a chance to move, the door was pulled open and he stumbled forward slightly, catching himself on the doorframe.

“Jesus Christ, Mulder,” she muttered and shook her head, stepping back to let him inside. “You scared the shit out of me.” She closed the door with a sigh as he turned around and the words he was going to say died in his throat.

She was standing in front of him, her arms crossed and eyebrows up, wearing one of his old shirts.

And nothing else.

No pajama bottoms. No socks.

He slowly looked her up and down and she cleared her throat. His eyes traveled back to her face and he saw a smile twitching at her lips.

“Did you need something? Is there a reason you are knocking at my door at this late hour?”

“Yeeeah. Um… the manager… he was screaming about a monster-”

“A monster?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” she said with a heavy sigh, “Let me hear it. But wait, please. Let me get more comfortable.” She walked past him, mumbling about monsters not being real.

He watched her, his shirt covering her to mid-thigh, her legs appearing nearly golden in the light of the room. Watching her wearing his shirt, called up the nights when she wore other shirts of his to bed.

She would smile as she walked to bed and when he would run his hand up her smooth leg and push his shirt up her body, he would discover the reason for her smile- she would be wearing the shirt with nothing underneath.

Swallowing hard, he knew it would not be that way now, but the fact that she was wearing his shirt, on a case no less, made him wonder many things. She must have taken it when she left obviously, but bringing it with her when she usually wore silky pajama sets, made his mind race.

“Okay,” she said, sitting down and adjusting the shirt. Taking a deep breath, she smiled at him and clasped her hands in her lap. “I’m ready, let’s hear it.”

“I was sleeping, having come back here at your request,” he began, and she gave him one of her best Scully stares. He grinned and cleared his throat. “When I was suddenly awoken by someone screaming about a monster…”

“Mulder…”

“He saw it. A monster… the creature. I mean the manager saw a monster.”

“Mulder…”

“Scully, just…” he said, putting up his hand and walking over to the table to pick up the case file. Looking at the papers held within, he nodded his head with a knowing smile. “I’ve hesitated to call it a “monster” as you may remember.”

“I believe you said it was a “man-sized horned lizard with human teeth,” she said, in a mocking tone as she used air quotes to emphasize her point.

He stared at her and shook his head as she tried not to smile. “And you thought that was silly.”

“You said it, Mulder, I didn’t. But… come on. It is a bit silly. A lizard man?”

“Yes! It sounds silly, I know. But…”

“But what?”

“It's a monster, Scully, plain and simple,” he said, tossing the case file down on the end of her bed.

“And not just your everyday, run-of-the-mill monster, but we're talking transformation here. Man into monster and back again. To which I know you're going to say,"But Mulder, that only happens in werewolf myths that were originally concocted to explain away the violent behavior of people who'd been bitten by rabid animals, before the medical discovery of rabies." But is it so outlandish to believe that some legends are based on actual occurrences and not just ignorance?”

He saw her attempting to say something, but knew what she would say, so he cut her off, continuing with his explanation.

“To which I know what you're going to say, Scully, you're going to say, "But Mulder, it defies every known law of science and nature." Exactly, Scully, every known law. What if this creature that we've stumbled upon is here to create a whole new paradigm for our understanding of life itself? Or maybe science was used to create this "unnatural" being. Maybe this is some GMO experiment run amok by some military-agro-big-pharma corporation. Maybe this guy is its chief geneticist, who recklessly experimented on himself and now transforms into a fiend who needs to feast on human flesh. To which I know you're going to say, "But Mulder, that sounds like the paranoid ravings of some lunatic madman." I don't know what this thing is, Scully, and I don't know exactly how it came to be, I just... All I'm saying is, it's a monster.”

He watched her nod slowly, smiling as she scrunched her chin. “Yeah, this is how I like my Mulder.”

“So you're agreeing with me?”

“No! You're bat-crap crazy!”

He looked at her in surprise, touching the file on the bed. “But what about the facts?”

“What facts?”

“This guy, who the manager just saw turn into a monster,” he said, stepping closer, and handing her his phone to show her the photo he took earlier, as he picked up the case file. “He was wearing the clothes of one of our victims, which we did not notice at the time, because we thought we were looking for an animal. Turns out we were only half right.”

“Yeah, okay. Well, we need to talk to this guy.”

“Well, I doubt he's coming back to his room,” he informed her, taking the bottle of pills out of his pocket and showing them to her. “I did retrieve some personal items from it, though, that might help us track him down.”

“Well, that sounds like a good investigative plan,” she said, in a somewhat pacifying tone, which he chose to ignore.

“The first thing we need to do, though,” he said, looking at the fox head hanging on the wall. “Check out of this motel.”

“What? And leave this room full of such beautifully stuffed dead animals? Why would we do that, Mulder?” she asked, closing the file, and turning off his phone, as she waved her hand above her head. She rolled her eyes and stared at him.

“As much as they are… truly terrifying, trust me, Scully, we need to go,” he said, putting the medication back in his pocket and coming to move the file and take back his phone. He raised his eyebrows and nodded.

“Seriously? Why?”

“Let’s just say, the manager has his eye on us,” he said, walking over to the fox head and taking it down, showing her the large hole on the wall.

“What the fuck?” she said, as she scrambled off the bed, and came to stand beside him.

“You think that’s bad? Watch this.” He handed her the fox head and grasped the cut out hole, giving it a sharp tug. The wall opened, as he knew it would, and she gasped.

He looked at her and nodded as she stepped forward into the padded hallway. Closing the wall, he told her to stand on the stool that was sitting there. With a loud sigh, she did and he saw her head appear where the fox had been hanging.

“Goddamn,” she said and shook her head.

“Yeah,” he answered and pulled the wall open again, to find her looking up and down the passageway.

“What kind of creepy ass Scooby-Doo shit it this, Mulder?” she asked, shaking her head.

He smiled and reached a hand out to take the fox head back from her. She stepped down and shook her head again as she looked around, before looking back at him.

“We need to call this in, this is not okay.”

“Yeah, I know. We will.”

“How did you know that was there?”

“Because, I saw a head similar to this in the room of… Guy Mann,” he said, looking at the prescription bottle again. “Well, that’s a ridiculous name… But anyway, I saw that and the large hole on the wall. Checking it out, I found the passageway of horrors and then…” He looked at her and she raised her eyebrows.

“And then what?”

“Well…” he said, gesturing toward the hole in the wall and the fox head in his hand.

“You were watching me?” she asked, trying not to smile.

“What? I wasn’t watching you, nor did I know what I would find when I stepped up on that stool and looked through the holes.”

She nodded but had a disbelieving look on her face. He shook his head at her as she stepped into the room and he closed the wall. He hung the fox head back up and turned to look at her.

“You know, Mulder… it’s kind of pervy to spy on people.”

“First of all,” he said, sliding the bottle of pills in his pocket. “I wasn’t spying on you, as I already stated, since I didn’t know what I would find when I looked through those foxes eyes.”

“Which foxes eyes? His?” she asked, nodding to the fox head. “Or yours?” She tried not to smile, but he saw her lips curling up and he shook his head with a laugh at her corny joke.

“Aww, Scully,” he laughed and she shrugged with a big smile. “Both, I suppose.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she nodded and he smiled.

“Anyway, you were only sleeping. So, it wasn’t like I saw anything.” She stared at him and he raised his eyebrows, keeping his comment about having seen it all before to himself. “So… we… we should get out of here. Away from those creepy fox eyes.” He nodded and she nodded back as he walked over to the door.

“Again, I feel I should ask, which foxes eyes?” she asked, and he turned around to find her smirking at him. He tilted his head as she shrugged and rolled her eyes with a smile.

“You were just sleeping,” he told her again and she hummed. He laughed and reached for the doorknob, feeling brave and taking a chance. “And even if you weren’t, it’s not as though these fox eyes haven’t seen it all before.” He stared at her, worried he may have pushed too far, their reconnection still new and somewhat fragile.

“Touché,” she said quietly with a smile, and he grinned as he opened the door.

“Be back in fifteen minutes,” he said and she nodded.

When the agreed upon time was up, he knocked on her door and she was waiting for him, her jacket on over her shirt, or his shirt, to be more precise. He said nothing, but it made him smile.

He checked them out of their rooms, the manager still rattled and not paying him much attention. Mulder shook his head as he walked out, his eyes on the huge stuffed bear, ready to call the police about this perverted place once they were well away from it.

They drove to a new motel, one closer to town and decidedly not as sketchy. He glanced at Scully and she nodded with a shrug. They got out and booked two rooms, walking to them tiredly, their bags in hand.

Standing at their doors, he looked over at her and she sighed.

“Goodnight, Mulder. Or what’s left of it,” she said with a small smile.

“Hey, at least you won’t have any creepy eyes watching you anymore,” he shrugged and she nodded, her eyes traveling up and down his body. She opened her door and looked at him once more.

“Well, see you in the morning.”

“Yeah. Sleep tight.”

She put a hand to the collar of his shirt and rubbed it between her fingers, an almost secretive smile on her face.

“Oh, I will. Good night,” she said quietly, and stepped into her room, closing the door behind her.

He grinned as he opened his own door, stepped inside, and closed it. He turned on the light and set his bag down, as he took off his shoes and jacket. Pulling the covers back, he fell into the bed. He rolled over as he imagined Scully on the other side of the wall, doing the same thing.

He hoped she would be able to get some rest, for a little bit anyway, content and cozy in one of his old shirts, without dreams of lizard men or fox eyes watching her.

Unwanted fox eyes at least.

[the141ghost]

Simon decided that it would have been quite hard for him to have missed the way Johnny's sister had eyed him up on his way over to them.

Not Beth, she just looked rather taken aback by the sheer size of him. It was Lorna, even through her silence she had given him a pointed look over with an indescribable expression on her face.

Indescribable, he huffed a small breath out over his own thoughts. More like flustered.

It wasn't even worth mentioning, and he quickly decided to not even think about it anymore, either. He was here for Johnny and Johnny alone. The look of concern he was fixed with from Johnny, however, he decided to also ignore. 

Surely, Johnny couldn’t have thought that Simon would be able to just sit across the room and watch him crying. That was downright fucking ridiculous. 

All semblance of unease was erased from Simon's entire being when, upon having his mother lean in to try and comfort him, Johnny brushed her off to keep his full attention on Simon. Johnny seemed to be more interested in Simon's comfort tactics rather than his own fucking mother's. He decided that made him feel quite special.

Eat your heart out, Elsie MacTavish. This was his boy, and he knew how to deal with him even better than she did.

The bitter look briefly threw Simon off, though. Maybe he had taken it too far by telling him to suck it up and stop crying. But, did it, or did it not work? Johnny's tearless face was his case in point.

He barely paid Johnny's mother any more attention after that, though he did notice her hugging Johnny a little tighter when Simon threatened him with death as if she didn't just call her son’s actions stupid when one of the first issues he had was in getting Johnny to stop calling himself stupid.

Would they be back at square one after this?

Was this where Johnny had picked up on the fact that people thought he was stupid?

It was ridiculous, really, how quickly Simon's feelings towards Johnny's mother were flip-flopping. If it turned out that this was where the insecurity had come from, Simon wasn't sure he'd ever be able to look the woman in the eyes again without seeing red.

Johnny had stared at their hands pressed against Simon's chest, grasped together in the most platonic way he could manage. He did want to bring the rough hand up to his lips again, maybe even press a delicate kiss to every scar and every burn over the skin.

Even if he never moved in to do it, Simon could see the intent behind Johnny's stare. They were having very similar thoughts. He wanted to lean in, get caught in a hot and heavy kiss to make all the bad thoughts go away again.

Simon wanted to do that, too. Deeply. He hoped that Johnny knew it.

Johnny had laughed at his joke and finally began to smile again, but the other visible MacTavish seemed less than pleased over it. 

Maybe his sisters had a better reaction, but he wasn't about to look away from Johnny to find out. So long as Johnny still appreciated it, that was all that mattered to him.

Eventually, Johnny's mother did end up voicing her disapproval, and here Simon thought they might just be able to continue on with the conversation without any further agro.

For Johnny's sake, he reined in his frustration. 

"Well, there you have it. Get your bloody act together, or I'll have to kill you and it'll upset your mum, and it'll upset me havin' to do it, yeah?"

To himself, Simon thought about Lorna's comment for a moment. So, she definitely knew that he and Johnny were… closer than it seemed. Maybe she didn't know the extent of it, but there was definitely an air of suspicion about her.

Well, there would be no use being extra cautious now.

"Johnny, if I was in this state an' you were perfectly healthy, I don't think that even then you could take me," he replied calmly, though there was a certain spiciness to his tone that he was sure only Johnny would be able to hear. Not just in a fight, yeah? "Been doin' this a lot longer than you, 'aven't I? Laid you out on your arse more times than I can count."

Alright, so maybe it wasn't the best thing to admit in front of his already seemingly overprotective mother.

While he would have liked to keep holding onto Johnny's hand, keeping the warm grip pressed to his chest, he didn't know how much he wanted his family to know about them, yet. He'd already held on for longer than he needed to in order to prove his point, now it was surely just getting suspicious  

So, after giving it a soft, comforting squeeze as a reminder that he was here with him, he gently placed the hand back in Johnny's lap and smiled, ensuring that it was bright enough that his dimples popped. He knew Johnny liked them, he'd seen him staring at them so many times before.

"Don't make me come back over here, ey, Sergeant?"

Johnny didn’t notice Simon had started moving at first, too caught up in the warmth of his mother’s hold. He may not have felt it as much when he was younger, but in the years since he and his mother had grown close and he had come to appreciate her comfort.

Beth noticed, though, and looked as if she was holding herself back from asking if that was a good idea. Seeing the sheer size of the man, however, seemed to discourage her from voicing that opinion. Lorna, on the other hand, was feeling something very different. She had decided that if Johnny didn’t get his act together and confess to this man (unknowing that it had, in fact, already happened) then she was going to pursue him herself, because holy shit. John really did have good taste.

Johnny finally noticed Simon when he neared the bed and sat down, catching him out of the corner of his eye and turning to look at him in concern. Elsie pulled back from the hug as Simon started talking, but she couldn’t help herself from leaning in again to try and wipe the tears from Johnny’s cheeks. He waved her off, already feeling enough shame from crying into her shoulder like that, and wiped his own face dry as he looked at Simon.

His words were certainly enough to get Johnny to stop, though that might have been because they reminded him a little too much of the way his father used to scold him when he cried. He sent a bitter look Simon's way. Elsie clearly didn’t approve of his approach either, a protective arm still around her son’s shoulders as she watched Simon warily.

Johnny did properly calm down as he continued, though. He was right - they may both be a bit broken, but they were still alive. Simon was still alive. No use crying over the fact he could have died when he was sat right there in front of him, on the edge of his bed. Where he definitely shouldn’t be, but still.

Elsie knew what Ghost said was a dig at her words, but now that John was crying she didn’t really care. Perhaps she could have been a little more careful with what she said, she knew he had a tendency to beat himself up over things and she expected this was no different. She was just so worried about her boy getting himself into hospital yet again, and in hearing how close to… Well, she really didn’t want to think about that.

Technically, Johnny hadn’t followed the orders he’d been given. He was fairly certain that Simon had not told him to set off those charges while he was still in there, because his radio was broken and that would have been stupid. But he’d followed what he thought he’d heard, so…

He was distracted by Simon taking his hand and pressing it against his chest. Johnny watched it for a moment, then looked up at Simon. Despite everything, his heart still beat resolutely in his chest, determined to keep him alive no matter what life threw his way. Johnny let the feeling of it against his palm reassure him, that and the feeling of Simon’s hand still pressed against his. He wanted to grip the clothes against his chest and pull him into a kiss, because that would certainly erase all his worries at that moment, but he was all too aware of his mother’s hand still resting on his shoulder.

Instead Simon threatened to kill him, which earned him a wet laugh, the smile returning to his face. He felt Elsie’s hand tighten momentarily on his shoulder, she clearly didn’t like the joke, but she hadn’t been around Simon long enough to know that was just what he was like. Besides, his comment before the threat made Johnny preen. Anyone saying something like that would have made him proud, but from someone he loved and respected like Simon it was just different.

“Noted,” he said, smiling up at Simon. He knew his sisters were going to tease him for this scene later, but they could say whatever they liked. Their teasing didn’t mean anything to him now, because he knew Simon loved him back.

“Well, I’d rather ye didn’t do that,” Elsie spoke up, clearly not really approving of Ghost’s rather odd way of comforting John, but the latter just shook his head.

“Couldn’t even if he wanted to,” Johnny said with one of his signature dumb grins, “I could take him on any day.”

“Aye, in a fight, or?” Lorna asked with a grin, and Johnny would have leaned over to hit her, had she not been on the wrong side.

“Shut yer mug,” he said instead. The answer was both, though. He could take Simon on either way.

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

I got curved real good by a Hillbilly and was so impressed that I just had to message him to tell him. We were in a Chase around these grousers on one of the Autohaven maps. He was insisting on using the chainsaw to get the down so we’d been at it for 2 Gens. And then he got the curve and I was so impressed! He was on PS4 and flicking for a hit with him, on console, isn’t easy imo.

Got a hacker. The game ended in like 40 seconds. Claudette and I spawn in the basement of a house on whatever map it was. I tap the Gen for like 3 seconds, and someone goes down. I assume it’s Iri Head Huntress. Someone else goes down pretty fucking far away. My assumption seems legit. Both downed dudes DC all of a sudden. We hide behind the stairs. Charlotte comes flying down the one side. Hits a wall and misses Claudette, but she still goes down. I Sprint Burst up and out. She hits a different wall but somehow still gets me down. I’m forcefully DC’d from the match. I’m annoyed only because I lost my item.

I’m trying to play more matches wearing cosmetics that should never be paired up. I want to see if looking ugly af gets the Killer to tunnel you. So far I’ve been proven right.

I have 11K Iri Shards again. I still haven’t gotten Felix. I kind of want him but kind of don’t since I won’t play him because he’s too big and bulky. But I also want the long denim skirt for Claudette. It’s like 7K Iri Shards. I want it simply for the movement physics they gave it. It looks good when the character spins.

I’ve been playing a lot of Killer recently. Farming BP is just so much faster that way.

I’ve improved on my Hag so much and I think I’ve gotten worse for Doctor, which doesn’t sound right at all.

Matchmaking has gotten worse since the start February. IDK if it’s just me, but waiting for matches takes like 20 minutes again and I’m so very tired of it.

Doing a 4-man swf group without comms is intense because we can’t communicate at all. All we have is hope that our fellow teammates are altruistic enough to help us when we really need it, and are competent enough to get shit done while we’re distracting the Killer.

Legit had a match with no comms and it was like we all jived perfectly. When someone Injured got into a tough spot, someone else came in to take agro. This happened over and over and the Trapper got no one Hooked as a result. The group I’m talking about isn’t comfortable using the party function to speak to each other and it stresses me out a bit, but at least I know they’re good Survivors. Done several swf matches with them and no one has died yet.

If the Entity can take people from any point in history, why haven’t we gotten a Survivor from more Ancient times? China, Egypt, Greece, something else that had a super ancient history that I’m forgetting. I want a Survivor that isn’t from anywhere within 2,000 years of 2021. Boo to the Anno Domini born bitches! Except Jesus. He’s a real G.

Had a Daily to get Chased for 120 Seconds as Meg. I put on my ugliest cosmetics(to my colorblind eyes), added a Flashlight for more perceived toxicity, and went into my 1st match of the day with the intent of being Chased. I get my wish. Many Chases with a Blight. So many. But he managed to down and Hook other people so it wasn’t tunneling until there were only 2 ppl left. I know I completed my objective long ago, but I want to Escape! I do my damn best! I end up having one of the greatest games ever, and the recording I got only took up half the actual match, I’m so pissed. 13 minutes that actually recorded when it was almost 30 in total. But the end tho...

I have 12K Iri Shards now. I want that skirt I mentioned but then I’ll hate myself for spending so many Shards on a cosmetic!

All I’m gonna say is that I think the nerfs to both DS and Moris were dumb and unfair. This coming from someone who doesn’t use either. 1.) I don’t have DS and have never used it. 2.) Moris take forever and using them gives the Survivors more time to complete Objectives, which makes it harder for me to get points. No thanks. But when reading the descriptions of the nerfs, they both sound terrible.

From like 9:00 onward was probably the best part of the whole game but generally the whole match was great. I set out with one target in mind and actually accomplished it.

People were waking up and for some reason, internet only works well when I’m the only person awake to use it. Once people wake up, things get fucked. It was 6 AM, people were getting up, and my ping fucking skyrocketed. But I managed to make it through without losing connection. This match was also 30+ minutes and I only managed to capture half of that.

Charlotte’s hatchets were really impressive, huh?

The streamer was a very chill dude. He was trying to get back into using Nurse after Maining Legion for a while.

This is my strat now. I don’t look for the hatch if I don’t know where it is. I go to the nearest door and wait for them to close the hatch so Adrenaline pops. This gives me more time on the door.

[spirit-of-the-void]

Ebony and Ivory (V x Reader Fanfic) Chapter 16

Author’s notes: Can’t believe we’re already on Chapter 16! Thank you so much to all of you who have shown your support in every way! The messages, Kofis, fan art, everything. You guys keep me going.

Chapter 16

V approached the dancing demons with the confidence of a jaguar.  

You had seen this look in his eyes before. That crooked smirk, the tilt of his head, his observing jade gaze with a hint of amusement. Their display of devotion was almost comedic to the poet, that much you could tell. He was driven again, focus back on the mission at hand. Christ, he was a handful. You couldn’t blame him for that considering the object your group was seeking was absolutely within reach. Part of you was tempted to grab it with your tendrils, but you weren’t sure how the demons would react. They were so focused on the sword, bodies turning and writhing in rhythms you didn’t understand. How dancing for this sword would benefit them was beyond you, but it didn’t seem relevant at that moment.

They barely reacted when V approached, despite the fact that the tap of his cane was pretty damn obvious. It hit the ground in a satisfying metallic sound, the demons barely even twitching even as their bulbous eyes swirled around to look at him.

Gross, very gross. You winced, tendrils already waiting just an inch under the ground to burst out and attack when needed. The ground felt strangely...disgusting? Where you were standing the Earth was dry and cracked, like the tree was sucking every ounce of nutrition from the landscape and leaving nothing but a husk behind. But you could feel the ground growing oddly soft and moist, disgustingly so as your tendrils made their home in the dirt. You hated being able to feel what they touched, but that was beside the point. 

Focus first, make this fight short and easy so you and V could catch up with Nero. You were still worried about him heading up the tree by himself, and even more worried at the prospect of him facing Urizen on his own again. He was a cocky, hot-headed brat with a chip on his shoulder in regards to the mission. Like he had something to prove, and people with things to prove tended to do stupid shit. As for Nero, he was bouncing with dumbass energy waiting to be spent, which made for a bad combination with the whole “dead weight” thing that kept making him mad.

But that was another thing to focus on when you got to it. There were enemies to fight.

Griffon flew past you and the poet towards the demons, seeming just as cocky as his master as his strange, triple-iris gaze passed over them. You knew he was going to say something taunting before he even opened his demonic beak.

“Whoa, this is some kind of ritual shindig, isn’t it?” He caroled mockingly, tone filled with mirth as he swept around the creatures, “You guys got the dance fever for Sparda, dontcha?”

You half expected the creatures to keep ignoring the bird and your group, but they didn’t. They immediately swept around at his words, turning what looked to be golden masks attached to their flesh. Spitting and hissing, like enraged beasts. No longer dancing, it would seem. In attack mode now, their feet stepping closer in the blood all of the ground. Christ, now that you looked at it, the ground was coated in pools of the red liquid, the smell very foul and strong as you fought retching. That’s what you were feeling before, when your tendrils were traveling through the ground—part of you had thought it was somehow residual traces from the rain, but the reality was far more unpleasant. The cracked, thirsting Earth was soaked with blood like a sponge, aching for moisture of any kind.

Griffon seemed taken aback by the creature’s response to his taunting, leaning back in-air and letting out a low huff.

“Whoa, easy on the dance floor there, partner...!” He swept back around, yellow eyes sizing up the demons with wariness and bemusement.

V took a few steps forward, that smooth smirk on his own lips. He lifted his cane, pointing it up at the Devil Sword Sparda high in the area. Lodged in that building, just waiting to be taken.

“I’ll be taking that back,” V’s voice was like a purr, yet firm and decided. It left little room for argument, mouth smirking cockily as he turned to face the demons again. Lord, he was something else. He tapped that silver cane in his hand as he walked, like he was readying it for a spanking as he continued smoothly, “You know your endless worshiping isn’t making Sparda...any happier.”

The demons definitely didn’t like that, letting out reverbed shrieking as their limbs twitched and spasmed in rage. You took their distraction as your opportunity, sending your tendrils shooting up out of the ground into their legs and bodies.

Immediately, they reared back, echoing snarls and screams of rage echoing through the broken landscape. V immediately set his familiars into battle, Griffon swooping past your head with an elated cackle. You swept a hand over Shadow’s back as they ran past you, enjoying the smooth feeling of their fur before darting into the battle yourself. You had done damage to the demons, but not enough to down them all yet. Still, you wretched a few back, trying to put some distance between them and the poet pulling out his book. Christ, they were heavier than they looked, consisting of so much flesh and cracking bone.  

You concentrated, that burning pain spreading from your chest to your limbs as a huff of cold air left you. You kept by V, listening to his smooth voice as he recited another poem. You two were in sync now—as he moved, you moved. Smooth and fluid, like water as you matched his pace and watched his back. It almost felt like a dance to you, and he was the one in the lead. Through you got the feeling that was going to be hard to keep up considering the enemy type. They were fast, unpredictable with lurching movements and swift attacks. Though Shadow and Griffon seemed to be taking a lot of the agro, the bird swooping down in a flurry of lightning attacks that made the creatures snarl and spit like mad. Shadow’s morphing ability was truly amazing—watching the mighty cat turn into a flurry of spinning blades and harsh attacks was incredible, and very deadly.

You saw a few eyeballs bounce off of the demon they were attacking, almost hoping toward you and the poet as the irises rolled and spun. You immediately suspected something bad, pulling yourself and V back with your tendrils and impaling the eyes with other ones. They exploded as soon as you did, sending out shrapnel and spikes like a god damn bomb. You and the goth just barely got out of the way, so you tucked into your brain the knowledge that those should definitely not be touched. How disgusting. These demons were of a particularly gross variety, the eyeballs dripping and diseased looking and their bodies absolutely no better.  

Still, you pressed on, attacking with all the tricks you could think of to help the demonic familiars. Blood was sloshing all around as the opposing creatures scrambled and slid, trying to fight back with everything they had. Desperation fueled and frantic, they swept a gangling arm toward you, making you rear back and roll to avoid it. A bad idea, especially considering all the blood on the ground in those puddles. You were immediately coated with it in several places, the least favorite being your hair. It dripped down from your locks as you steadied yourself, making you groan with disgust and gag.

V immediately darted to your side, snapping his book closed so he could lend a hand to help you up. Your hand was slippery with blood, a bright contrast to V’s pale skin as he tugged you up to him.

“V,” You said in a complaining tone, pulling back your hand with a rueful expression. He eyed his own palm with a smirk, flicking his fingers to remove some of the thick fluid, “If I had the words to express my disgust right now, I would say them. But I don’t.”

He chuckled apologetically, smoothing some of the blood off your face with his thumb as he replied, “But you look so ravishing in red, sparrow.”

You made an obviously disgusted face, making him chuckle openly as you tried to focus on the battle again. You both were lucky Griffon and Shadow were keeping things spicy while you got up. It looked like the bird had latched onto the demon that tried to attack you, yanking it back with the help of Shadow while you situated yourself. Very kind of the bird. You decided to wait till the battle was over to clean your body, because you got the feeling you’d be rolling a few more times before the fight was done. Fuck, though. That shower you had the pleasure of getting seemed pretty damn far away now, despite your ability to cleanse yourself. It wouldn’t feel the same as that lovely sensation of being squeaky clean, skin warmed by a shower spray. You sighed, feeling wistful but knowing more chances would come. You could live with feeling gross until then.

V let out a low hum as he surveyed the battle, snapping his fingers and sending his black hair to white. A portal opened in the next instant, Nightmare rolling out with a heavy thud and landing right on one of the creatures. Yeah, you were going to assume it was dead after that. The familiar stood, looking around with that swirling eye and raising its massive arms. You immediately got ready to dodge, knowing damn well his laser attacks could easily hit you if you weren’t careful. Sure enough, he shot a beam out in the next instant, laying waste to the demons with a crackle of energy and fire. Surprisingly, V grabbed you by the waist before you could leap away, Griffon yanking you both up and depositing you on Nightmare’s back. The bird huffed a bit at the strain, but seemed able to lift you easier now. Why was that? You hadn’t gotten any lighter, that was for sure.

Regardless, you landed lightly on Nightmare with a gasp of surprise. Unsure of where to put your hands, not sure what to make of the situation. Nightmare made no indication that the change bothered him, but then again you doubted he could talk. He was big, it was like sitting up on a balcony and staring out at a bloodied battle field. You gazed down at his body in awe, hands resting on one of his shoulders as he continued his attack on the twitching and spasming demons. Christ, how to describe what Nightmare felt like? It was odd, his fluidity was constantly in motion yet oddly solid. He had mass, but also held the sensation of a swirling bundle of tar and energy. It was...amazing. V chuckled at your absolutely fascinated expression, probably already guessing how floored you were to be able to at least touch this familiar once.

He was in his usual position of pressing his cane to the creature’s back, his other hand holding your back steady. You wrapped a couple tendrils around Nightmare to hold on, hoping you weren’t hindering him in any way.  

“You two havin’ fun up there while we do all the work?” Griffon squawked as he zoomed past, sending your hair flying up a bit as you darted your gaze to him, “This ain’t no leisurely stroll in the park...!”

You let out a sigh at his accusatory tone, sending your tendrils into the ground all around you and slicing at the attacking demon’s legs, “Sorry Griffon. I just got distracted for a second.” A very long second.

The bird chuckled in response, wings flapping powerfully as he swept down past Shadow, the mighty cat releasing a mighty roar at a demon. They were near death now, you could tell that much. Which was V’s cue to bounce.

He leapt off of Nightmare, leaving you to hop up on one of the creature’s shoulders to watch him finish the demons off. Tendrils at the ready to stop any last-minute attacks—you had learned from the horseman incident. You sat down, eyeing Nightmare a bit for a moment to see if the creature minded. You saw the big eye roll over to glance at you, but the creature gave no indication of any kind. Instead he started walking forward, seeming to tread carefully as not to sway too much as he approached V killing the remaining demons. Christ, the poet was graceful. He spun, killing the first, then the next, then the next. Like a dancer, his movements were beautiful and precise. For the last creature he skewered its eye on his cane, twirling it leisurely before slamming it into the demon’s head. How the thing didn’t explode like the others, you didn’t know. Maybe it was because the demon was near death?

That, luckily, left the battle at a and blissful end. You smiled once at Nightmare, giving his head a light, tentative pat before hopping off. The familiar made no sound, but his head tilted a bit after you dislodged yourself, his body dispersing again and returning to V’s white hair, making it black once more. That was definitely fun. You felt accomplished, like you made some progress with the companion you knew the least about. Nightmare was big, with arms good for hugging so you were determined to do that at some point. You had no idea how the creature would take it, but considering you were willing to lose a hand to pet Shadow you were more than up to the danger. V definitely wouldn’t like that. But he definitely wouldn’t let one of his familiars hurt you either.

Griffon landed on your shoulders, shaking out his feathers as he too watched Nightmare take his leave for the time being. He seemed amused.

“Are you seriously that determined to win over all of us?” He huffed, beak brushing the side of your face as he spoke, "You do realize not everyone needs to be your friend, right?"

You shrugged, giving his head a light scratch. He immediately let out a relaxed trill, leaning into the touch. Like putty in your hands, he talked big but he was secretly aching for affection too.

“Never stopped me before,” You replied to him, tone leaving zero room for argument, “So it’s not going to stop me now. I mean, it worked with you, didn’t it?”

Griffon let out a chuckle, opening one eye lazily to look at you, “Are you implying that I’m easy?”

You smiled, “Nope. Just saying I’m happy you’re my friend.”

“Awww, shit. You trying to butter me up, toots? It’s working.” Griffon puffed out his feathers proudly, his eyes watching as V started toward the bundle of Qliphoth blood he seemed determined to destroy.

You took the time to clean the blood and muck off of you, content in watching V’s shoulders roll as he lifted his cane, stabbing it into the bundle of red flesh with a low grunt of exertion. He seemed...very tired, struggling a bit today. You were noticing it especially so after this fight. He sounded out of breath just from doing this simple task, which wasn’t a good sign. You weren’t going to wait to give him energy this time, since he clearly wasn’t going to ask for it. But before you could summon the tendrils, he yanked his cane back from the roots, stumbling a bit and staring up at the building. A low rumble began to echo as the Qliphoth roots started to shatter, bringing most of the structure down with it. A little too close for comfort. Reckless, as always. You took several steps back, grabbing V by his collar and making him do the same. It seemed to amuse him a bit in his fatigue.

The dome building crumbled down as well, sending the Devil Sword Sparda skidding across the dirt and blood. Up close...it was an ugly thing. With bones and flesh and an eye on the spine, like someone had built it from the body of a demon. It looked like a hefty boy, the blade almost as long as your body. That was a lot of steel for someone to swing around in a fight, it would definitely take a lot of strength to wield. And judging by the demonic side of it, that was where the “strength of mind” thing came in. A weird sensation traveled up your spine, a mingling sensation of uneasiness and discomfort. You could tell this blade belonged to something powerful and revered, and you definitely couldn’t imagine V lugging it around. You loved the man, you really did, but he was a twig.  

You still didn’t know why he was so sick.

You didn’t get the chance to dwell on that thought for long, especially since V was already making his way to the sword.  

You opened your mouth to try and say something to him, but he had that look in his eye, the one that told you he was incredibly intent. He gazed at the sword, lips parted in a smile as he panted a bit. He let his cane clatter to the ground, hands reaching out to grab the handle of the blade before you could stop him. You took a couple steps toward him, worry in your eyes as you watched him struggle to lift the mighty blade. And struggle he did. He grunted in strain, arms barely able to lift it even an inch. You and Griffon exchanged a worried look, the bird launching from your shoulders to hover anxiously around his master. You thought V knew his limits but...he still seemed determined to try and carry the thing. Why was that? You could see a hint of frustration there, like...like he had something to prove.  

You came closer, putting a hand on his shoulder and gently stroking it over some of his tattoos. You could feel the muscles in his arm clenching with the struggle of holding it, his breaths short and quick.

“You’ve done enough...!” You said in a worried tone, not liking seeing him push himself this hard, “Please don’t strain yourself, V.”

He seemed to find reason in your words. You felt his muscles relax, the poet sighing lightly as he gave up and let the blade hit the ground again. But his fingers still gripped the handle, holding onto it like it was a life preserver. So tightly. His knuckles were white, showing the strain even that had on him.  

“It seems this sword is still too strong for me.” He breathed simply, eyes still cast down at the sword. He was smirking, but it was more akin to bitterness now, his chest risking as the strain probably started registering on his already-weakened body.

Griffon let out a low, bird-like sound, flapping his wings and circling V as the poet caught his breath, “So close though, so close! You’ve got a lot of heart, kid, you really do! But you’re a bit of a sissy in the strength department,” He let out a bit of a laugh, swooping by with a hastily added, “Hey, hey. No offense, uh, you know.”

You sighed lightly at the bird’s words, pressing a light kiss to V’s cheek as a means of comfort. You saw him close his eyes, expression relaxing a bit as he leaned into your touch. You wished you could do more, but there was so much about all of this that you did not understand.  

“You did your best,” You said softly, offering an encouraging smile, “We will figure things out.”

He let out a slow breath at that, opening up his eyes to look back down at the sword.

“That kid, Nero...He has the strength.” He breathed, tone sounding very decided.

It made you frown a bit, crouching down by the sword to size it up. V was not one to budge on things he was certain about, that was for sure. Still putting all his hope on Nero, it would seem, a thought that made you a bit uneasy. Betting all your chips on one card seemed like a very bad idea, one that would lead to disappointment in most cases. Plus, Nero was far ahead of your group, and you couldn’t see V lugging this thing around for any amount of time. It was heavy, lunky, and you didn’t know if your tendrils could manage.

“Let me take care of the sword for now,” You hummed, summoning said tendrils to wrap them around the blade, “Maybe we can call Nico along the way and see if she will take us to—”

But you didn’t get to finish your sentence.  

The instant your tendrils touched the blade it sent a burst of energy out at you, sending you flying away with a sharp cry of alarm. Painful, paralyzing, and definitely demonic in origin. It made your Void power spike in rage and rejection, sending two different types of agony bouncing around your skull and limbs.

You tumbled, barely managing to not fall off the cliff due to Griffon and Shadow darting over to stop your momentum. Christ, what the hell was that? It felt like you had been tased, tendrils falling limply to the ground as you landed--Griffon’s talons latched onto you, Shadow’s teeth catching your boot. You thought you heard V shout your name in alarm, followed by the sound of the sword hitting the ground. But there was a buzzing in your head, one that was very loud over everything else.  

And there was a voice, one you knew only you could hear. It hissed in your head, deep and threatening as you tried to get your bearings.

You stink of whale oil and that creature lurking in the deep, It snarled, Your filthy hands are not welcome to touching what once belonged to the mighty Sparda..!

Well. Warning heard and received. Honestly? You weren’t shocked.

No more touching the sword, you knew that much. This was definitely a case of an energy type not liking the void, but it made you wonder. Did demons themselves feel unsettled but the Void naturally, or was this something left behind from Sparda? Because if that was the case, that meant the legendary demon had met your Deity, and it wasn’t on the friendliest terms. You weren’t surprised, but you also weren’t happy about it.

Regardless, you sat up, pressing a hand to your temple as Griffon squawked loudly in alarm, right in your ear. Asking if you were okay, asking if you could hear him. You could, but that sensation needed to fade before he got his answer. It had been a while since you had been so thoroughly smacked by an opposing energy type—Sparda had to be a very hefty boy, that was for sure.

But shockingly the more upsetting thing was that it had forced V to push himself more in his fatigue, the poet rushing to your side in an instant. You felt V grip your face, pulling you up gently and anxiously smoothing the hair away. His hands were shaking, you could tell that much. Precious boy, his concern was definitely sweet. You blinked up at him, seeing fear and worry in his expression as he looked you over, repeating your name.  

“Y/N...! Are you alright?!” He asked, voice becoming louder as the sensation faded. You blinked again, trying to shake the dizziness and letting him wrap his arms around you.

“Ow...” You muttered, letting out a light groan as you summoned your tendrils back, “Well...that wasn’t fun.”

V tilted your head up, crouching in front of you and pulling you into his lap.

“Are you alright?” He repeated, tone breathy and filled with concern, “Are you hurt?”

You let out a low hum, resting your head on his shoulder and letting yourself relax, “I mean it didn’t feel good, but I’m fine now.”

Fine was a loose term, but you were getting better. There was still lingering numbness in your hands and feet, but the dizziness was now dispersed. It felt a little immature, but you wanted to stick your tongue out at the Devil Sword for its harsh actions. Way to smack you first and ask questions later—you worked for your Deity, sure, but it was impolite to attack you without at least questioning your motives. Those being your aching desire to just help the goth in sandals.

You let out a light laugh at your own train of thought, eyeing the sword a bit and adding in a low murmur, “Told you my Deity doesn’t play well with others. The sword did not like me, and gave me a little love tap to warn me away.”

“I’d hardly call that a love tap!” Griffon squawked angrily, landing next to you and V and letting his gaze travel over you, checking for wounds you assumed, “You almost went flying off the fucking cliff...!”

You shrugged, “You caught me, didn’t you?”

“That isn’t the issue here...!”

Shadow let out a low growl, flicking their ears as the cat turned away and prowled the cliff side. You smiled ruefully, hearing V’s relieved sigh in your ear as the poet pulled back.

“No more handling the sword for you,” He murmured, grasping your chin lightly with those slender fingers so he could put you into a kiss. You accepted it gratefully, savoring the warm feeling of his lips pressing to yours, “Under no circumstances are you to touch it.”

You let out a fake sigh, smiling innocently when he pulled back, “But what if I need to be launched somewhere? Could use it as a glorified catapult.”

“...Y/N.” V’s low, displeased tone only added to your amusement, that look in his jade eyes making your heart thud like a caged bird again. He gazed at you with a bit of exasperation, mingled with unwilling amusement at your light teasing. Was that adoration? It sure looked like it.

You couldn’t help yourself—you leaned forward again, capturing his full lips in kiss. He grunted lightly at your actions, but eagerly returned the favor, one hand cupping the back of your head to pull you in more. For a moment, you forgot where you were and who was there. Tongue slipping past his parted lips briefly, stroking along his and making a tingle of arousal travel down your spine. Dangerous, you shouldn’t be doing that. You almost moaned, feeling his fingers thread with your locks and tug a bit. Maybe something about the danger made you feel a bit bolder, mind still a bit frazzled from the attack the sword landed on you? At least, that’s what you told yourself.

You thought It would be Griffon’s complaining that would jar you back, especially considering that he was hovering nearby and watching. There was definitely an exasperated groan rising in his throat, but it was cut off by the sound of Shadow’s loud roar.

You and V broke away, you trying to hide how flustered you were as you turned to look at the cat. V seemed a little hot around the collar as well, but he recovered quickly once you both noticed Shadow looking over the edge of the cliff side.

“It speaks...!” Griffon said in a mocking, hushed tone of awe, seeming relieved that he didn’t have to be the one to cut off your public display of affection. He swooped over to the cliff, you using your tendrils to pull you and V to your feet. So much for that kiss, but in a way that was for the best. There was still so much to do, so much ground to cover. You exchanged a soft look with him, the poet stroking his hand over your cheek before you turned away.

You heard Griffon suck in a sharp breath before you even looked over the edge of the cliff, trying to see what had him so shocked.

This side of the ledge had land close enough below to see, a drop you could probably make if you were careful. Down there were crumbled statues, and what looked to be...the body of a man? You blinked, eyes widening as you crouched down to get a better look. Sure enough, there was someone down there. Almost cradled in the arms of a creepy looking statue, covered in blood and body slumped in an obvious display of unconsciousness. Who in the hell was that? You knew human survivors were heavily unlikely, in fact it was downright impossible. Unless he was already dead down there, but at this point what the hell would anyone be doing here, this close to the Qliphoth? It made no sense. Then again, you got your answer right away when you heard V suck in a sharp breath next to you.

He stared down at the man with burning eyes, his expression stuck somewhere between shock, relief, and... what was that emotion? Almost like bitter amusement.  

“...Dante.”

You blinked in shock at his low tone, jerking your gaze back down to the man. That was Dante? You weren’t sure what you expected of a legendary demon hunter, but this... wasn’t it. He looked like he hadn’t shaved in a while, which made sense for how long he was missing.  But he wore a simple leather jacket, a faded v-neck and pants. Dressed like every average guy who rode a motorcycle that you had ever met. He also vaguely reminded you of uncles you saw in sitcoms. He was drenched in blood, but you were fairly certain he had white hair just like Nero did. In fact...you blinked, wishing you could get a closer look at the infamous man you all had been searching for. Nothing was stopping you, right?

You summoned your Void energy, making another slide for you and your group to get down and taking a quick hop onto it.  V didn’t come right away, turning away to most likely retrieve the devil sword. That was to be expected, but it still made you super wary to be around now. You would trust Griffon and Shadow enough to make sure V got down safely, since there was no way in hell your tendrils could touch the weapon that sent you flying moments before.

You landed on the ground with a low thud, rushing to wrap your ability around the devil hunter, pulling him off the statue as gingerly as you could. Head elevated, body steady, just in case he was injured. Christ, how long had he been there? And how had he survived a whole freaking month? He was pretty heavy too, a hefty lad to say the least—made of muscle. You set him down on the ground just as V landed down, riding on Nightmare’s back. The thud shook the ground, but you were used to that.

You looked over the demon hunter for damage, but...you saw no visible wounds. You put an ear to his chest, but still heard a heartbeat and breathing. Holy shit, he was definitely alive.

“This is Dante...?” You asked the group in a disbelieving tone, settling his body on the ground as gently as you could, “He looks...different from what I imagined?”

Griffon landed on the ground next to you, staring at the demon hunter with a mix of shock and awe as V trudged closer with the demon sword in tow.  

“I don’t even have the words,” Griffon sounded absolutely flabbergasted, staring at the unconscious man aghast, “I--He’s alive, he’s alive!”

He let out a light chortle, closer to a shocked laugh. You were in heavy agreement. How was he not dead just sitting out in the open, vulnerable and exposed like he was? It was ridiculous.You inspected him a bit, noting mentally that he looked pretty similar to Nero, just with longer hair.

V looked just as surprised as you all, standing nearby and holding the hilt of the Devil Sword as he muttered incredulously, "The Devil Sword Sparda was concealing Dante’s presence.”

“How does one friggin’ guy have so much luck, huh?” Griffon commented off-handedly, clucking his tongue as his head tilted back and forth in a very bird-like way.

You doubted luck was the answer. It made sense, especially considering the others telling you how Dante wielded the sword. You didn’t really know what to do in that moment, looking around the area while Griffon and the others stared at the unconscious man. You slid your tendrils off of Dante, not wanting to put energy into him yet. He was apparently half demon himself, so you weren't sure how he would take the Void’s power, especially considering how the sword reacted to you. The risk of making him worse after an apparent month-long coma was too much to handle at that moment. V was, luckily, human, so he was able to take the energy and use it accordingly. You had yet to test in on someone with demonic blood, so at this moment you were unsure of how to proceed. Could you carry Dante back to Nico’s van? Maybe, but he would need to see a doctor if he wouldn’t wake up.

You took a few steps closer to the statue he had collapsed on, eyeing it with intrigue at its gothic design. It looked like it belonged in a cemetery—how ironic that the devil hunter landed there. How did he not break any bones landing from a fall that high, assuming that he fell from the tree? You doubted Urizen sent demons down to carry him and deposit him ceremoniously on a dramatic stone statue. No...he would have been killed on the spot if such a powerful demon had a hand in this.

You weren’t really listening to the others behind you as you pondered the notion, not paying attention. That was, not until you heard the sound of V’s ragged breathing, and of his cane clattering to the ground.

“Uhhh...V?” Griffon squawked nervously, his tone making a shiver travel down your spine, “No no no, get a grip on yourself now, c’mon!”

You immediately turned, eyes widening at the sight of your usually calm poet. Now...not so calm.

“If only you could defeat Urizen...” He rasped, using a voice that was a far cry from the soft tones he used with you. His eyes were so sharp, head downcast and shoulders hunched, “If only...no.”

What the hell was he doing?

“V? No no no...” Griffon squawked in clear alarm, raising his feathery wings and flapping them a few times as he tried to get V's attention.

He was walking toward Dante, dragging the Devil Sword Sparda with him. You had never seen him wear a look like that before, not in all the time you knew him. Bitterness mixed with anger, mixed with a thousand other things you didn’t understand. His gait, that dark look in his eye, the sword tightly in his grasp...there was no way. There was no way he was about to do what his body language said he was going to do. Your heart immediately began to pound, time and everything seeming to slow a bit in that moment as you decided you weren’t going to wait and see if you were right. It didn’t make sense, but nothing ever did on these missions. You tried to move your feet to launch yourself and stop the poet, tried to activate your tendrils to grab him. but something stopped you. Something that had never happened before.

Your own power flared on you.

The foresight burst in your stomach like a bomb of acid, screaming to life and paralyzing you in place. Agonizing, burning, clawing at your insides like a creature seeking to escape from you. It made bile rise in your throat, threatening to make you retch as you doubled over. What the fuck was that?! In all your years of doing a mission you had never felt a sensation like that, never felt the foresight retaliate against you for any action. But the message was there, plain and clear in your mind as you lifted your spinning head, mouth opened in a shout of alarm and denial as you watched V reach the devil hunter, oblivious to you, oblivious to the world as he stared down with malice. Dante was still unconscious, unaware of anything that was happening, or about to happen.

You wanted to move. Why couldn’t you move?!

You cannot interfere. Your Foresight, screaming in your ears, filled with a thousand whispers of the void, This is an action you cannot forfeit.

An unchangeable action, one you weren’t allowed to stop. But why?

“If only you never existed,” V’s voice was dripping with muted anger, growing louder and louder as he did exactly what you feared. He lifted the Devil Sword, arms straining as he positioned it right over Dante’s head, “Then I...!”

You saw Griffon snap a panicked look at you, but you knew what he saw. Your eyes were black now as you fought this sensation, fought your own power’s grip on you. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't think. You were bound.

Stop him...!

You cannot. Interfere.

“Don’t do it V!” Griffon screeched helplessly, flapping his wings wildly, “No no NO!”

What is happening?

You were prone, helpless and watching in panic as V sent the Devil Sword down toward Dante’s head.

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[letscuttothefeeling]

season three episode two

Before we get into the intricacies of this subpar episode, I want you to close your eyes, inhale, and reflect: is the guy you’re dating your boyfriend, or is he a father figure to you? Think about it. Now let’s cut to the feeling.

I don’t know about you, but seeing a groggy Old Man Ish clumsily lumber around in a backwards hat and a short-sleeved gorilla tee while holding his morning coffee made me immediately sick. And I’m just watching it on TV. Imagine being Madisson and waking up to that. Like, yes, this show is my sole will to live, but even I can’t stomach this. It really can’t get worse. Oh my God. Ish just described Brandon as “agro.” It did get worse. 

Thank god Ish is finally off my screen and I’m back to looking at G baby and BG. Appetite restored. Jared’s also there, so I’m unable to entirely recover from the Ish debacle, but I guess this is the best I can hope for. And may I just add that I am absolutely loving this playful “boys” scene? Seeing the guys boolin with their goon squad is bringing the vibes up big time. BG doesn’t even seem upset about Dadisson – in fact, he begins talking about a potential budding romance with Amanda! And just like that, we’re back on track.  

Strap in. The scene I’ve been waiting for. Dadisson’s reveal to her actual, biological father. Fade in. Jon, Madisson’s bio dad, is seated outside at a cute restaurant, completely unaware of the bomb that is about to explode in his face. As he looks up and sees his daughter walking over with her former producer, you can see the confusion setting in. Wait, what? Why is my youngest daughter walking in with Ish, the show’s old producer? Isn’t she supposed to be introducing me to her boyfriend? Oh, no . . . I think at that point, Jon must know, but he’s remaining willfully ignorant for as long as possible. And I get that, Jon. I do.

 Ish has this special oafish trudge that seriously makes him look like some sort of ogre and I am absolutely living for it. When the lovebirds take their seats, a dark cloud rolls over the Key. Reality sets in. Madisson starts telling her real father about her new Daddy, and my heart is racing. After establishing their respective ages, Jon takes a deep breath and calmly asks the most uncomfortable question your Dad could ever ask you about your boyfriend: “Is he a father figure to you?”

Let’s decompress. This has to be one of the rawest scenes on reality TV, so pour one out for Jon, who at this point was undoubtedly racking his brain trying to recall the exact moment he fucked Madisson up so badly that she now actively chooses to bang 50-year olds. I feel bad for you, Jon. Back to the show.

Madisson is crying, Jon is reeling over his mistakes, and Ish is trying to defend his relationship. As for me, I have one question: could Siesta Key have provided these poor souls with drinks before forcing them to do this on camera?

After that cringey scene, I’m more than happy to watch Amanda and BG have a SPICY meetuppé. Unfortunately, Amanda begins serving me really strange vibes and I’m kind of scared of her. There’s too much licking involved on this date and I’m not interested. Let’s cut to the next scene, where Madisson and Brandon meet to hopefully get closure.

Finally, we get a glimpse of the breakuppé timeline! If you remember correctly, Season 2 ended with us thinking we’d get a glorious Bradisson reunion in Season 3. Alas, we have Dadisson instead. Please don’t misconstrue this as a complaint, because it’s very far from that. I’m just a little confused as to how Dadisson came about, and apparently, so is BG. Madisson explains that after she moved to LA, she no longer felt connected to Brandon. Two months after breaking things off, she began taking to Ish. Brandon isn’t buying it. He’s convinced their relationship has been brewing for some time. Personally, I believe her. She’s never lied and I think Brandon is projecting his own issues onto Madisson. Thoughts?

Lots of tough conversations today – now we’re at Cara’s waiting anxiously for her to drop the news we all knew was coming from the moment she started dating Garrett. That she wants to break up. I think now is as good a time as any to unpack Garrett’s love life. Garrett. Get it together. The whole “hot but stupid” narrative is something the producers are pushing . . . right? You cannot possibly be this idiotic IRL. But love is blinding, I guess. Garrett was cheated on by Kelsey (with Alex), used by Juliette to make someone jealous (Alex), and used by Cara to piss off Kelsey and Juliette (and Alex.) Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me three times, and you can call me Garrett Miller.

 Okay, time for Kelsey and Juliette’s housewarming / rosé party! That had to be the whitest sentence I’ve ever written. The party begins and everyone seems to be in good spirits. Side note – I really applaud the film crew for catching everything that they do. They even got a short clip of Garrett having difficulty opening the front door and included it to perpetuate the very true belief that Garrett is actually a failed artificial intelligence robot project gone wrong.

Chloe arrives with a shot ski, but “Con Artist” Robby has to one-up her by bringing a TV. She’s convinced he’s bringing it to make up for how small his dick is. Boys, you heard it here first – don’t even THINK about bringing a TV to a party unless you want everyone to know how small your penis is! Madisson’s not even paying attention to Boring Robby’s embarrassing genital blunder because she’s too busy eyeing Amanda and Brandon. She even has the audacity to whisper, “I just hope he has the best intentions.” Right, because Ish definitely has the best intentions with you. Okay, Madisson.

 Notably missing from the soirée is Cara and my new favorite cast member, Victoria. Kelsey obviously vetoed Cara’s invite, so C and V decided to get a romantic relaxing beachside massage instead. Cara begins explaining that she’s only stringing Garrett along because he functions as her safety net. Meanwhile, at the party, Juliette is having to spell this out to simple Garrett. He looks glum. Suddenly, Garrett’s “unhappy hour” t-shirt seems much more fitting.

 Chloe and Amanda are in a corner, and shocker, they’re talking shit about Juliette and Robby. Juliette overhears, confronts them, and tensions rise. Chloe and Juliette step outside to discuss it further, and it becomes very apparent to me that Juliette is utterly plastered. Chloe is basically sober. What could go wrong?

 Everything! Chloe starts off by asking Juliette what she thinks about their friendship. Obviously, these two have a sordid past, but Juliette is literally too blackout to articulate anything, so Chloe’s immediately won this before it even really begins. Towards the end of the conversation, Juliette starts wagging her finger in Chloe’s face. Chloe slaps it away, so naturally, Juliette retaliates by PUNCHING HER IN THE HEAD. Juliette, I love you, and I’m normally on your side, but this is just not a good lewk. Chloe is straight chilling while Juliette attempts to rip out her extensions. So of course, Chloe looks like the normal one, and Juliette looks like she’s on The Bad Girls Club instead of Siesta Key. Hopefully, she’ll learn a lesson from this, because violence is never the answer!

Unfortunately, Juliette doesn’t learn that lesson! As soon as Amanda steps in to break up the fight, Juliette also tries to hit her. She also can’t understand why Amanda is being so harsh when Amanda was the one who punched Chloe in the face and broke her nose two years ago. Which I feel like is valid! Everyone is screaming, running around and fighting. Genuine chaos. Anarchy. The only person there who is remaining calm is Brandon. He is quite literally the human embodiment of Switzerland. Immediately I’m reminded of that part in Twilight’s third book, Eclipse, when Bella is forced to be the voice of reason and soothe the tensions between vampire Edward and werewolf Jacob. In order to fight the vampire army that Victoria’s newborn lover has created, the vampires and werewolves must put aside their inherent differences and join forces. If not, they could totally ravage Seattle, travel to the quaint town of Forks, and potentially eat Police Chief Charlie Swan!! By becoming a neutral Switzerland, Bella narrowly avoids this horrific fate. Like Bella, Brandon remains neutral in a time of utter disaster. Thanks, Brandon. But more importantly, thank YOU, Stephanie Meyer.

 Kelsey swiftly removes everyone from her home and starts looking for Amanda’s lost phone while Boring Robby hugs Juliette and tries to make her feel better about being the worst. And Kelsey standing around in the background after having to forcibly remove all her friends from her property while her roommate makes out with her boyfriend is such a vibe.

After Cara comes to the rescue to pickuppé the stranded party guests, the episode ends. Overall, I was pretty unhappy with this episode, but I feel that it was a necessary step to get us back in the right direction. I just miss Alex. He needs to return from Europe immediately. I’m tired of all of this girl drama and I want Boring Robby to become Interesting Robby. The next episode seems promising – but we’ll have to wait and see.

[lovinmullen]

hi

i’m gonna have a wee lil vent because my emotions are everywhere??

this is gonna be random and hectic, do yourself a favour and just skip it. but if you’ve got this far hey yo ily. take care of yourself. stay safe. stay hydrated. remember to eat, sleep, take all your meds. you’re pretty dope my dude (dudet, hooman / uno any nickname that floats your boat and makes you the most comfortable) 💕💞💘💖

my body is SO fucking disproportionate to a point it makes me heavily dysphoric and it makes me pass less???? idk i have a pretty masculine face and i can make my voice go to a pretty good depth when i need to but my body is just fucking disgusting. my legs are the chubbiest things. if it was muscle it would be okay but it’s all just fat. and my binder doesn’t fit my chest properly and because my chest is pretty big anyway it bulges in everything i wear and it makes me want to *whips* cry.

also i regret so much not buying meet and greet tickets for when i saw TWOTI LIVE nottingham. will looks like he gives such good hugs and stephen just looks like the sweetest fucking gem. i honestly just regret it so much. seeing everyone meet them and how fun and happy it looks i fucking hate myself for not doing it. also there was this dude in front of me who was really fucking nice??? we where talking and like fan girling together??? skekke and it was just really nice +++ he read me as a dude. was using he/him pronouns masculine wording if that makes sense?? and he was honestly such a solid dude and it was so nice to have someone respect me & my pronouns but then he started talking to my dad and he goes to him do you watch their videos (stephen & wills) and my dad goes “god no i’m here because my daughter over here is obsessed” and the dudes expression just dropped and he looked really confused and my dad saying that honestly killed the mood and made me really fucking uncomfortable???? and when i look back on the night all i can remember is that which fucks me up loads lol KMN

also i’m lowkey really annoyed at my mum. she doesn’t deserve it. the women’s class and i love her to pieces but today i was watching Jamie’s new video with Noah and they compared their transition process. i was talking about it to my mum. she immediately sighs tuts and tenses at the mention of transitioning. i know what you guys are thinking ‘she not gonna except you and be okay with it automatically give her time !1!1!11!’ but mate i’ve been out for coming on 4 years now. she’s my biggest supporter in the whole family and she gets uncomfortable regarding medical transitioning which is the thing i want most and that makes me feel so fucking alone because i want her with me through that process. i need her to be with me through that process but she gets so agro and upset and she’s the most supportive person i got and she doesn’t support the thing i want most. idk. it just doesn’t give me a lot of hope man and i feel very fucking alone. i always knew i would have to pay for hormones and surgery myself but i at least wanted emotional support from my mum and i feel i’m not even gonna get that. my god mother is honestly more supportive than my parents combined and she’s told me she’s happy to take care of me through the healing process of top surgery and i am so fucking grateful for her and that but it’s not the same uno??

also if my dad tries to stop me getting a haircut one more fucking time i’m gonna knock someone’s head in. YOU MAKING ME HAVE IT THIS LONG IS MAKING ME DYSPHORIC CUN ALSO ITS MY HAIR NOT YOURS SO STEP THE FUCK DOWN JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

okay i’m done. i’m sorry. please ignore me. today’s just not been a good day.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #211

"i was told when i get older all my fears would shrink, but now i'm insecure and i care what people think."

What is your favorite time of day? Morning. What is your third favorite color? Ummm maybe peach. Do you care what others think of you? In most contexts, very much so. How would you dress, if you were the opposite sex? Same style I do now, really. Though not tank tops and dance pants; I'm sure I'd mostly wear loose band or graphic tees and sweatpants. Can you remember your first phone? If so, what kind was it? I think I might? I believe it was a blue one where the keyboard slides out from the bottom. Small and square-ish. What do you do to maintain your eyebrows? Nothing. What was the naughtiest thing you did when you were a child? I bit my sister's back so hard that I made her bleed, lmao. Sorry Ash. What, in your opinion, is the most thirst-quenching drink? COLD WATER. Who is your favorite character from Alice in Wonderland? Cheshire cat. Name the closest body of water to where you live: Atlantic Ocean. What do you like to put on toast? Light layer of butter and then cinnamon and sugar. The true cinnamon toast. Do you like art? Of course. How about theater? I don't have too much of an opinion... other than it has potential to be incredibly cheesy. Have you ever made breakfast for someone? Yes. Do you talk to your crush? If you have one. She's way more than that, and we talk every day. If yes, what do you usually talk about? Loads of stuff. What was the last thing you bought? With my own money, I don't have a clue. Have you ever been considered popular? No. Your signature perfume? I don't have one. Favorite undersea creature? Sea turtles, seahorses, jellyfish... Describe your room with just 5 words. Small, crowded, zoo, artsy, and... idk. Favorite type of chocolate? Milk. What types of things would you plant in a garden? If I actually wanted one, lots of flowers. Maybe tomatoes because fresh tomatoes + bacon and mayonnaise sandwiches are fucking incredible. Favorite attraction at a carnival? Ferris wheel. What toys did you play with as a child? Plastic animals, Pokemon figures, and stuffed animals were common. Oh yeah, I loved Lincoln Logs too. What types of music do you listen to? Various kinds of metal and rock as well as indie. What, without fail, makes you cry? Mufasa dying lmao. What makes a movie really enjoyable for you? A cool plot. Usually fantasy elements. Favorite way to decorate a cake? *shrugs* What gift(s) did you get for your birthday last year? I don't remember. What do you daydream about the most? My future. Name a game you are really good at. Shadow of the Colossus probably, but considering how infrequently I play games now, I'm sure I'm nowhere near as good as I used to be. Whenever I get a PS4 and the remake tho, I'm getting that goddamn white Agro. I never did the timed challenges before, but I think I could do it. What kinds of snacks do you munch on? I don't really have snacks anymore; I try to keep them out of the house so I'm not tempted. If anything though, it'll probably be some kind of chip. What emotionally exhausts you? Socializing. What accessories would come with a doll version of you? A laptop, iPod, and medication lmao. Favorite thing to do when it’s night time? Sleep? I've sure grown into a fun person. How do you like to bathe/shower? With hot-ish water. The most childish part of your personality? I absolutely hate chores. Favorite type of fantasy creature? Dragons. Do your arms move when you walk? I... actually don't know and can't even visualize how I walk right now. Favorite photo search engine? Google. Are there such things as stupid questions? Depends on your age and some other factors, I guess. Do you celebrate April Fools Day? No. I hate it, honestly. Do you doggie paddle or actually swim in a pool? Both. How do you cure boredom? I'd love to fucking know. I'm always bored. Ankle socks or knee-highs? Ankle socks. Do you know how military time works? Yes, but I can't comprehend the time immediately if it's passed 12. What’s your daily routine? Wake up, check the time, use the bathroom, have breakfast, feed my cat, sit on the laptop doing nothing, maybe or maybe not have a nap at some point, shower if I need to whatever time I feel like, also brush my teeth at some random point during the day (unless I have to go somewhere; then I'll do it before I leave), eat dinner, feed the other pets, and go to bed. Did you get in trouble for cussing on accident when you were a kid? I literally yelled "HOLY SHIT, I THINK I SEE A SHARK!" when we were all in the car driving over a bridge and I swear I saw a fin in the water, lmao. Mom was. Not happy. Ever made a snow angel? Yes. Are you short or tall for your age? I'm average. At what age did you learn the Pledge of Allegiance? Idk, early elementary school. What’s the longest you’ve gone without food? When my appetite was like non-existent and I lost a shitload of weight, I think I almost went a full 24 hours. What do you think about most? What's stressing me out. Are you honestly a good person? I don't think I'm a bad one. Where would you like to be buried? I'd rather be cremated. Do you use Bing or Google? Google. Last song you listened to? "Damage" by Fit For Rivals. Last movie you watched ALL the way through? The Shining. Howwww had I not seen it sooner. Last thing you wrote down? The time I was meeting with my job coach on the calendar. What was the last movie you saw in theaters? Detective Pikachu. What is ONE thing your fridge or pantry ALWAYS needs? My day will feel so off if I don't have one Mtn. Dew Voltage. Do you believe more in luck or hard work? That's a good question. Sometimes you can work your ass off and yet reap inadequate - or any - rewards, while some people pick up a lottery ticket once in their life and are suddenly a millionaire. Life's not fair, kids. But I like to think hard work usually prevails. Do you have any metal on or in your body right now? Piercings. What is your favorite thing to eat with dip? Plain chips with sour cream dip... yum. Do you consider yourself a heartbreaker? Nope. Who was the last person to tag a picture of you? Who even knows. I don't get tagged in pictures because I'm never with people to take and tag me in any lmao. Have you ever liked someone much older than you? No. Is there someone you always, secretly hope will talk to you? It's not a secret that I want to talk to Jason ONE last time to apologize on MY end. What was your first favorite band? Backstreet Boys. Are you friends with any bands? A local band, yeah; their guitarist is an old friend. Do you stay up ridiculously late for no reason? Very very rarely now. What’s your life motto? Idk, I've never really thought about it. Last year for school, we had an assignment where we had to choose a popular song to write a story based on. What song would you’ve picked? A popular song? Oh boy, idk. I don't really know what's popular that I like... Well, guess I'll think of old songs I know were. Um... Oh well I love writing sad shit, so maybe "Runaway Love" by Ludacris ft. Mary J. Blige. I already had an RP plot that was kinda inspired by it lmao. Do you like 3OH!3? If I said I wouldn't belt "'CUZ I'M A VEGETARIAN AND I AIN'T FUCKIN' SCARED'A HIM" at a club at 2 in the morning I'd be lying. Did the vacuum scare you as a child? No. Do you have a long driveway? No. Anyone’s grave you visit, regularly? No. Who was your first kiss? First person who kissed me was Juan, first mutual kiss (which I consider my "real" first) was with Jason. What was it like? Were you disappointed? Juan's kiss I didn't want, and it made me confused at the time. I had no clue how I felt about him back then. With Jason, it was incredibly sweet. I was lucky to get like a fairy tale one and not a horribly awkward memory lmao. Do you have an older brother? If so, what’s he like? Yeah. He's super super intelligent and a deep thinker. Very mature and has a great sense of humor. Are you confident? hunty- Have you ever begged someone to stay with you? Yes. Who do you want around you when you’re afraid? More than anyone, Mom. Had separation anxiety as a kid, obviously grew out of it, but if I'm seriously scared, I want my mom's presence. Like if I'm sick (I'm petrified of vomiting alskdfjaowie) or we're having risky weather, stuff like that, I want her with me. Have you ever mistaken something’s shadow for something else? Probably at some point. Indie, rock, electronic, techno, dubstep, or ‘crunk’? The hell is "crunk" music. Rock. Do you know how to read a map? I have no clue 'cuz I've never actually used a real one. Have a friend that looks JUST like a celeb? Not off the top of my head. Are you good at basketball? I used to be, but I haven't played in forever. It was probably my favorite sport that I ever played. Or softball. Are you friends with anyone missing one of their five senses? Not that I know of. How many times have you moved in your lifetime? Three. Are you good at Pac-Man? I was never exceptional. I haven't played it in yeeeaaars. Have you ever been called 'jail bate’? No. Have you ever been seriously addicted to anything? Technology oops like I barely know how to function without it, sadly. Ever lied to get out of going somewhere with someone? Yes. Where did you meet your current or last significant other? YouTube. Do you like to eat pasta? Yes. Do you enjoy wine? Most bitter shit in the world. Noooooooot a fan. How long have you been driving? I've had my permit since senior year of high school (I think senior???), but I still don't have my license. What’s your lawyer’s name? N/A What’s the last thing you watched on Netflix? Good question. Do you play any video games? The only one I play regularly is World of Warcraft; it's the only "ongoing" game I play. Why were you last in the hospital? My sister got into a wreck. Would you ever get a face tattoo? Possibly something small and subtle, but I doubt it. Have you ever gambled? No. What has been your most epic cooking failure? I split a hot dog entirely in half in the microwave because I thought it'd take much longer to warm up than it actually did. Do you read other people’s survey answers on here? Sometimes. Do you agree with the saying ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder?’ With my experience with Sara, yes. Do you know any transgender people? I knew someone who like... swapped back and forth five thousand times. Then one of my friends had a transgender "phase," if it's appropriate to call it that. Have you ever had a parrot sit on your shoulder? Don't think so. In the morning, do you eat breakfast first or brush your teeth first? Eat. Why would you eat RIGHT AFTER brushing your teeth. What sort of window coverings do you have in your living room? Blinds. Has anyone in your life ever treated you abusively? No. How long has it been since your last breakup? A year and a half. What’s the name of the amusement park closest to your house? Uhhh I think Busch Gardens in Virginia? Do you like The Rolling Stones? Yeah. What was the last single item you spent over $100 on? A plane ticket. Can you read tarot cards? No. What is the last non-fiction book that you read? I have zero clue. Do you prefer lemons or limes? Lemons. Do you prefer peppermint or spearmint? I don't think I even taste the difference. Have you ever written a special note in a book? Yeah, I did in a book Jason lent me. Turns out it's a bad idea to write in pen a lil love letter on the back of the front cover to a book that was also for collection purposes lmao, but he wasn't mad. Would you rather have a house exterior made from wood, brick, or stucco? I like wood aesthetically, but I think eliminating wood housing would be a good idea, so brick. Brick also makes me feel safer. What is your favorite candy bar? Those big rectangle Reese's ones with individual blocks. I fucking love them. Have you ever thrown up in public? I know at least one occasion in I believe kindergarten where I did on the classroom floor, oof. Pepsi or Sprite? I hate Pepsi and I'm not a Sprite fan either, but if I had to, I'd drink the latter. How many video games do you own? We have an old CD case just about full of them. Have you ever stripped? No. Even if you are not Christian or never celebrated Christmas, do you think you will raise your (possible future) children to believe in Santa Clause? Why or why not? I don't want kids, but if I did, I probably would. It's just a magical, fun thing as a kid. Who has the most interesting phone cover you know or what was the most interesting one you have come across (in store or online)? Sara has a really cute chameleon one. Would you rather play a game such as World of Warcraft, League of Legends, or an app/Facebook game (Candy Crush, Bejeweled)? Y'all know. What’s the most amount of messages you either woke up to on a social media site or your phone? Idk, not a lot. When you have nightmares, do they normally have the same theme (ex. always being killed) or do they just relate to something going on in your life at the moment/random? They're very commonly either with me dying or about to be raped. Some surveys ask if you ever stepped in dog poop. However, have you ever stepped in animal pee? Yup. When’s the last time you or someone else has overstayed their visit? Whenever Girt last came over forever ago. He always does lmao. Have you ever consumed a full bottle of liquid medicine in one shot? Is there ANY medication you can actually do that with and not die???? Have you ever had a hamster? Yes. If you had a choice, would you rather eat chicken or beef? Chicken. What was your favorite birthday cake like? I don't remember any specifically. Would you prefer bacon or sausage? Tough call, but probably bacon. How many books have you read in the past YEAR? Zero. Do you type with all of your fingers, like you are taught in school? Yes. Have you ever put gum on the bottom of your desk/chair? No, grosses me the hell out. At what age were you the most physically attractive? The least? During high school; 2016. If you intend to get married, what are you looking forward to/dreading about wedding planning? I think planning the vows will be fun (I don't want references to God, fuck saying my dad has to "give me away," etc.) as well as the theme, and then I don't think I'm dreading anything about planning. Who are you most nervous about introducing potential significant others to? Mom. What is the craziest thing you have done to lose weight? I haven't done anything "crazy." Which parent do you most resemble? Idk. What is the best job you’ve ever had? Never had one I liked. How do you feel about monogamy as a whole? It's definitely what I find to be the better option. You're minimizing the risk of spreading STDs, and plus I personally see love as a one-on-one thing, not open to multiple. What is the most exciting thing about your life right now? LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL What was the most important non-academic thing you learned in high school? Probably some life lessons from my favorite teacher. Have you ever lived alone? Do you prefer living by yourself or with someone else? No. I never want to live alone. Do you and your friends ever talk about your sex lives? I don't have a friend to discuss that with, but I also don't have a sex life. Has anyone ever criticized your appearance? What did they say and how did you take it? Yeah. It was typically about my piercings or how I dressed (particularly ripped skinny jeans), and neither of those ever got to me. I love my piercings and style. How common is it for you to get jealous in romantic or platonic relationships? It's rare. When someone asks you about your number of sexual partners, do you include oral sex partners? I probably would if there was anyone who fit that criteria but I wasn't "fully" sexual with. It's still sexual. Have you ever had a job that deeply affected your personal life? How so and do you still work there? No. What is the most serious injury you’ve ever sustained? When I passed out onto my chin and ended up with a really deep cut, broke multiple teeth, and got a concussion. What were the best and worst interviews you’ve ever had? What made them so good/bad? None stand out for either end of the spectrum. List three people you’ve had crushes on. Just to make it interesting, I'll name people I had crushes on but never dated. Sebastian, Kyle, and Mini. How old were you when you were first head over heels in love? 16. Has loving someone ever made you miserable? Boy, have you heard about my Historical Breakup? How bad are your worst cramps on a scale of 1-10? They used to be easy 10s, but now that BC helps me, I'd say the worst are like... rarely 7-8s. Have you ever thrown up from cramps? No. What is the most physically painful thing you’ve ever experienced? I 110% should've been under anesthesia when I got an infected cyst drained. I wanted to fucking die to get it over with. Do you have an embarrassing period story? If so, what is it? No. Did your school allow you to have pain medicine on you? I think so? I do know you couldn't share it, though. Do you ever comfort eat? I get the urge to when I'm depressed, but I stopped doing it. If applicable, what form of birth control do you use? Pills and not being with a man. What is your sexual orientation? Bisexual. Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Yes. What gender do you identify as? Female. What gender were you born as? Female. Have you ever gotten high off a prescription medication? No. Can you still wear clothes from the children’s section? Pf, hell no. Are you lonely? Very. Do you have allergies? Yes. How old were you when your parents talked to you about puberty? However old I was in 5th grade when we had family life class. Do you take vitamins? Only one I'm prescribed for for vitamin D. Do you like fantasy better than reality? Yep. Have you ever contemplated suicide? Yeah. Have you ever self-harmed? Yes. How many people have you known who were suicidal? Multiple, sadly. What’s your favorite pain reliever? Advil. Who has the cutest baby/babies you know? My acquaintance has an absolutely beautiful daughter. What’s the most expensive thing your car needed to get done? N/A If you had a thousand dollars to spend on a pricey brand you like but can’t really afford (until now of course), which ONE brand would you chose? I have no clue. I don't really know pricey brands that don't have the ugliest shit. How many pairs of flip flops do you own? One. Do you still talk to any of your old teachers? One, yes. She's a family friend now. What color was the dress you wore to your senior prom? Black. Ever go to another school’s prom? No. Ever take Melatonin supplements to help you go to sleep? When I used to have AWFUL insomnia, it was the only way I could sleep. Do you like burning candles or incense? Incense especially. Ever throw a pair of your shoes in the washing machine? How did they come out? Not that I remember. Do you ever venture into the woods? What do you normally do in there? No. Do you like to wear shorts or capris in the summer? No. I hate my legs, nor do I regularly shave. Does your phone have a keyboard, touch screen, or neither? Touch screen. How did you dress your freshman year of high school? Emo. Were you obsessed with the Spice Girls back in the day? Obsessed, no, but I liked them. Have you ever had an encounter with the paranormal? Yes. Would you do your own surgery so keep yourself alive? (ex. stitches) I mean yeah, if I had no choice. Would you rather read poetry or write poetry? Write. Have you ever had any really infected injuries? An ear piercing got an infection once. Is there any band out there that you like every song by them? No. Would you ever work for Google? I mean, I don't see why not? Do people that are ungrateful for everything bother you? Immensely. Are you popular on any websites? No, not really. If you ruled the world, what is the first law that you would make? Probablyyyy the banning of at least single-use plastics, but hopefully plastics as a whole if doable. When was the last time you played jump rope? Not since being a kid, probably. Do you hate it when people look over your shoulder? I can't do ANYTHING if someone is. Do you know anyone who has had a heart attack under 30 years of age? No. If you were starving would you eat food out of a garbage can? If I found something that didn't look dangerous, yeah, in order to survive. When is the last time you had your vision checked? Like two months ago. When is the last time you had your hearing checked? Some time last year when I had that whole ordeal with my ears. Do you know your blood type? It's A-. Do you donate blood/platelets/plasma/etc.? No, I don't drink enough water. Ever been in the emergency room? Way more times than I like. Have you ever been robbed? No, thankfully. Ever kiss someone on the first date? No. Do you own any Burt’s Bees products? No. Dr. Pepper or Root Beer? Dr. Pepper. What’s your favorite picture of your mom? Dad? I have one of Mom I took for a photography course of her laughing, and I fucking love it. She rarely laughs. Dad, I'm not sure. Are you subscribed to anything (Magazines, monthly boxes, streaming sites, etc.)? No. Favorite flavor of cream cheese? ... It has flavors? Do you have any board games? If so, where do you keep them? Yeah; they're at the top of a cabinet in the living room. Is there an ice cream flavor you don’t like? Of ones I've tried (I'm not very adventurous with food), I loathe strawberry. What’s the raunchiest thing you’ve ever stumbled upon? I don't know, don't wanna know. I steer clear of that side of the Internet. Hm, it was probably something on dA that had a mature content filter that I looked at anyway because it had an intriguing name. That site can have some wild-ass shit. How rude is it to snap your fingers at a waiter or waitress? Have you done it before? That is incredibly rude. They're not dogs. I've never done that. Best way for someone to bond with you? Let's talk about deep shit and philosophy. Discuss interesting, unorthodox topics. Show me you have an open mind. What is the first meme you remember seeing? BOY, I don't know. Maybe Overly-Attached Girlfriend? Suitcase, duffel bag, or backpack? Duffel bag. Sci-fi, fantasy, or superheroes? Fantasy. Favorite font? Out of the default options, Garamond. Favorite fairy tale? Fucking FIGHT ME if you say Shrek isn't one. Forget the memes and such, I genuinely love the movies. Favorite tradition? By this point in my life, we don't really follow any traditions... but I do know as a kid I would NEVER let Mom forget we had to make "reindeer food." When a Christmas light show was still here, we would also go there and grab hot chocolate and chocolate-covered peanuts. I miss that. Talent you’re proud of having? I think I'm an above-average writer. Favorite website from your childhood? Webkinz. :') Any good luck charms? Nope. Least favorite flavor of food or drink? Cranberry. Least favorite pattern? Uhhh... I'm not big on animal print. Favorite potato food? Fries my man. Do you call them fireflies or lightning bugs? Fireflies. Lamps, overhead lights, fairy lights, or sunlight? FAIRY LIGHTS. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Two lmao. Favorite historical era? The Renaissance. What are some must-have Google Chrome extensions? If you don’t use Chrome, how about on other internet browsers? AdBlock. What piece of stand up comedy (10 minutes or less) has successfully made you cry with laughter? Oh boy, a lot. I love stand-up. What little “Easter Eggs” on websites do you love? If you don’t have one on a website, how about in a game, TV show, or movie? Boy, got plenty in games. The secret Silent Hill 4 replica room in Silent Hill: Downpour I especially love; I had no idea it was in the game 'til I played it and found it myself. Then the butterfly barrel in the PS4 remake of Shadow of the Colossus in reference to The Last Guardian is awesome. World of Warcraft's Robin Williams genie tribute is lovely as well. Besides pornography, what is a website you frequent and don’t want anyone to know? Nothing. What GIF reduces you to hysterical laughter every time? Don't know about every time. What things that are legal do you think shouldn’t be? Smoking, but I understand why we can't do that now. What is the closest you have ever been to a major historical event? Idk. What is a skill someone can learn in 6 months that will impress employers on a resume? Microsoft Office programs. What are some meals that are simple to make, but easy to impress people with? Idk. I know nothing of cooking. What bizarre celebrity encounters have you had? None. What is your favorite picture on the whole internet? Oh don't make me go through my Pinterest of Mark pictures. What is a “dirty little (or big) secret” about an industry that you have worked in, that people outside the industry really should know? N/A What is the most outlandish (hilarious, surprising) thing you have ever seen go down in public? OKAY SO one day otw home from my psychiatrist appointment, there was a man dressed in horrid drag walking on the side of the highway in the middle of winter. It was. An experience. If you met someone who has never heard music before (born deaf or what have you), what music would you introduce to them first? Gentle, soothing instrumental things. Like let's listen to the soft SotC pieces, please. What’s a little-known site you think everyone should know about? I don't really know of any. What is a MUST SEE movie that is highly overlooked and is on Netflix? If you don’t have a Netflix, just say in general. Johnny Got His Gun. What quote gives you chills every time you hear or read it? From Amnesia: A Machine For Pigs: "I have stood knee-deep in mud and bone and filled my lungs with mustard gas. I have seen two brothers fall. I have lain with holy wars and copulated with the autumnal fallout. I have dug trenches for the refugees; I have murdered dissidents where the ground never thaws and starved the masses into faith. A child's shadow burnt into the brickwork. A house of skulls in the jungle. The innocent, the innocent, Mandus, trod and bled and gassed and starved and beaten and murdered and enslaved. This is your coming century! They will eat them, Mandus, they will make pigs of you all and they will bury their snouts into your ribs and they will eat your hearts!" Not even mildly exaggerating, I get coooovered in goosebumps every time I come to that point in the game. I just read it twice lmao. When was the last time you bitched someone out? A while back I lost it on Mom about Dad and his wife. Have you ever given a lap dance? No. Are you afraid of plane rides? No, not really. Do you like unique or common names? Unique. Have you ever made a turkey dinner all by yourself? As if. Do you prefer running or yoga? Yoga. What continent would you most like to visit? Africa. Who do you wish you were dating? I'm happy with who I'm dating. What did you always want to do as a kid but were never allowed to do? Hm. I'm sure there's something... What is your favorite ice cream topping? Hot fudge. Is your Bible falling apart? I don't have one. Would you rather have a tail, fin, or wings? Wings. If you live in an apartment, is your landlord mean? N/A What products do you sell, if applicable? None. Is abuse in your past? No. Is there trauma in your past? Yes. Do you know anyone who’s been raped? I don't believe so, thankfully. Of the many different American accents, which one is your favorite? New Yorker. What was the last thing you watched on Youtube? Watched and not just listened to, it was an 8-BitRyan gaming vid. Do you know anyone who had a kid before they were financially stable? Probably half the people I know or more. But I think that goes for everyone. What’s your phone’s wallpaper picture? Darkiplier rip. Have you read any of Shakespeare’s works other than Romeo and Juliet? Yeah - Beowulf and Macbeth. Maybe Hamlet? Is there anything hanging from the doorknob in your room? My purse. Why did you move to where you’re living now? We got evicted and had to find something cheaper. What’s your opinion on wearing pajamas in public? Do you yourself do that? I sincerely don't care, especially if there is damage on the person's state. Like if you're suicidally depressed or very sick in another way and have to go out, don't be a fucking ass and force them to do something that can legitimately be hard for people just to appease the standards society set. A basic rule to me is never make assumptions or ask why they're in their pj's. I do it a lot, depending on where I'm going. Like you have clothes on at least, why the hell does it matter. What’s something you’re really bad at compared to others? Math. Knowing the names of cars. Giving directions and knowing where I even am in comparison to everything else. Do you know anyone who treats retail/restaurant employees poorly? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BOY DO I but she's been removed from my life. When was the last time someone betrayed your trust? What happened? Idk. But I can say with near certainty aforementioned friend posted our entire last convo on Facebook as she'd done previously, so there's that. Do you usually fill up at the same gas station? Mom usually does. What are some odd habits you have relating to food/eating? I hate eating biscuits in front of new people because I dissect mine to parts, lol. Like I open it and eat what's in it individually, the bread being the last. Do you like Oregon Trail? I love that shit. As an adult, do you want to live in an apartment or a house? A house. Do you like the stem or leafy part of the broccoli? Stem. Do you believe in the “innocent until proven guilty” idea? Depends. Not always. Do bats frighten you? No, I love bats!!! What’s a song that reminds you of your special someone? THERE'S SO MANY!!!! Does Paris appeal to you? Yeah. Are you a KPOP fan? No. Do you believe in the phrase “if it’s meant to be, it’ll be”? Nope, bullshit. First time you kissed the last person you kissed? June 2018. Do you have to really know someone to kiss them? Absolutely. I have to actually be romantically interested in you. Well, to kiss you on the lips. Kissing family on the cheek and such is different. Were you anyone’s first kiss? No. Will you keep your last name when you get married? No, please take that shit away. Where was the last place you held hands at? I'm not sure. If you could live in any home on television what would it be? BITCH take me to the Addams' Family home. Do you think morals are universal or relative to the beliefs, traditions, or practices of individuals or groups? Mostly universal. Like just to give an example, some Christian religions forbid eating shellfish, so while avoiding shellfish is moral to you, is it really immoral to eat it? Is torture ever a good option? If no, why not? If yes, when? No. It's just... so inhuman. Regardless of what one has done, never lose your grip on being one. Be a moral human being. Don't succumb to that evil. What do you think is one one of the most undervalued professions right now? Teaching. Have you ever seen anyone have a heart attack? No, thank Christ. Have you personalized your answering machine/voicemail? No. What’s your favorite horror movie? I really love both The Blair Witch Project films, The Shining definitely joined the top tier when I watched it recently, and The Crazies is great, too. Would you say you have a high sex drive or not so much? I'd say it's normal. What was the worst thing a friend has either done or said to you? Oh boy, who knows. One of the billion things Colleen said and did. Something you feared as a kid but don’t fear anymore? Taking the last answer because it's like the #1 thing: death. It's inevitable, and immortality seems horrible. I just hope I go with the least pain possible. What is your opinion on girls who become obsessed with their boyfriends? lmaooooo been there sweetie, don't do it. Are you biracial? No. What’s the most unique pet you’ve owned? My champagne ball python. Do you have a fence? On either side and at the back of the house. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? Just my psychiatrist. I feel bad for not including Dad, but nightmares fucked me up hard. Does your family use coasters? Is anyone in your family excessively tidy? No. Do you still have your tonsils? Yep. Do you think making out is slutty? ... No...? Well, at least if you're in a relationship and love the person. Just casually doing it, quite honestly yes, I think it's slutty.

[haruki-ya]

Tetsuo

ok this is the last one….  but i obviously had to save the best for last ya know…..also i’ll probably get really sad answering this one lol 

How I feel about this character:

I….love to hate Tetsuo and I hate to love him. like i call him trash man, my trash son, stinky garbage man, and a wide variety of trash related things but deep down?? i really do love his trashy ass.

I don’t empathize with him so much as sympathize, but even then it’s more like pity just because he has such a sad background, which by no means excuses the horribly fucked up things he did. i think he’s just inherently a sensitive person, as opposed to kaneda who has a thick skull and tough skin, and feels more intensely and intimately about certain things that to other ppl would be trivial. somewhere along the way, his fears and worries and anxieties were probably shut down and brushed off as over exaggerations and Tetsuo just being weak (honestly? probably largely done by Kaneda, which is partly where tetsuo’s resentment of him stems from) and that subsequently made him internalize a lot of feelings and fears and convert them into defensiveness and easy annoyance and misplaced aggression…..poor forehead boi. i really loved him in the beginning of the manga before he went all psycho agro God complex….he wasn’t quite sweet but he was so much sweeter than any point throughout the manga and like he was just a young dumb kid trying to carve a place for himself in all the wrong ways :((

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

lmao it’s a short list Kanetets is my g u i l t y pleasure lemme tell you. i also think like kanekei it’s p toxic (honestly probably more so than kanekei if i’m being honest!!) but the whole idea of Kaneda being one of the only people Tetsuo is truly comfortable with and wholly himself with as his oldest friend and the same going for Kaneda….my heart. their relationship imo also fits into the category of ‘unhealthy familiarity’ like just cause something is easy and familiar doesn’t mean it’s gooood and i see this being especially true with kanetets largely because of my own hc’s of kaneda maybe being a lil abusive in the past?? or more so just negligent and blind to some of Tetsuo’s needs being different than his own, tetsuo being the sensitive little baby that he is (and let’s be honest, kaneda doesn’t do feelings. he just does and kinda hopes for the best)

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

so i kind of do ship Kaoritets romantically occasionally sometimes actually when i’m in a mood to be real hetero (and either really sad or really sappy like there’s no inbetween lol. sweet kaoritets makes my teeth rot with how saccharine it is like @cmrnfry once upon a time drew a thing where kaori and tetsuo were being happy and roller skating together and I’M LITERALLY LIKE SMILING TO MYSELF IN THE DARK THINKIN BOUT HOW PRECIOUS IT IS BLESS U CAM AND BLESS UR KAORITETS bless all ur art in general tbh) but i do like to think of them more as being good friends! mainly just because Kaori is a lesbian (and i secretly want her to hold hands and kiss with Kei lmao) but also because Kaori 10000000% deserved better soooo movin on!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

um… i love him. i think that’s a p unpopular opinion lol 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

i secretly wish he didn’t have to die……it’s really improbable that there would be any way to avoid that tbh because it’s not even like he’s one of those ambiguously bad characters, he’s a straight up menace and the cause behind not one, but two city wide catastrophes (and like @fridge-04 got me saying cause the comparison is just too gd accurate, he was like a rabid dog that needed to be put down….ouch) but ig it’s ok since i don’t really think he’s dead anyway just existing in a different dimension stuck eternally getting his ass handed to him by babysitting some esper kids. talk about divine retribution lol. 

[agro-carnist]

Hi, I have recently seen the youtube video "The Wool Industry EXPOSED (What They Don't Want You To Know)" and I'm not sure what to think. I'm not really familiar with things in the wool industry but something about the video seems staged. I have also seen other videos of sheep being sheared were the sheep was completely cooperative with the handelr, which wouldn't be possible if it was always like in the video. Can you provide something useful for me?

Here’s my two-cents on the matter. Put under the cut because this will be pretty long.

One of the main points you’ll hear from the anti-wool crowd is that shearing actively harms the sheep. They will do one of two things: show you a very much fake image of a sheared sheep that dramatizes injury, such as in the infamous PeTA ad:

Or, take a real image of a sheared sheep and pretend the minor nicks on it are actually super horrible wounds, like in that popular “freshly peeled sheep” tumblr post.

Here’s an image of a newly sheered sheep:

You can see some small cuts on the side of the one in front, but they are very minor. That’s pretty normal. You’re working with a creature that doesn’t know what you’re doing or why you’re doing it. If you’ve ever cut a dog’s nails, that makes a lot of sense. You try your hardest not to cut the dog’s quick, but sometimes they jerk their paw back just as you squeeze the trimmers and you find blood leaking out of their nail. But nobody would say that cutting a dog’s nails is abuse. Sheering a sheep is also just as necessary as trimming nails. Wool will keep growing and growing and can cause a good deal of harm if left unattended. Just ask Shrek, the famous sheep who was found with a huge load of wool still on him:

Even though Shrek is an extreme, sheep are more vulnerable to heat exhaustion when their wool is left unsheered. The tightly packed wool is also an excellent environment for sheep keds and other parasites, as well as build up of fecal material. So it’s definitely a wise decision to sheer your sheepies. 

Onto that video itself. I absolutely hate this Youtuber, and I avoid ARA Youtubers like the plague most of the time, so I might not even be able to make it through the whole near 15 minutes. I’ll try to keep it brief.

She first discusses tail docking and that it is done to prevent fecal matter buildup around the rump. She suggests just simple hygiene practices instead of docking, but the industry doesn’t do this because they maintain flocks of large numbers. This is true, but also mind you that cleaning a sheep isn’t all that easy. Wool is tightly curled so just washing the wool may not entirely clean the sheep. And as mentioned before, parasites adore this sort of environment because it’s just so dang difficult to get them out. 

She also mentions that they dock without painkillers. But she doesn’t tell you that most countries ban or limit the practice of tail docking without anesthetics, or use fat or short-tailed breeds that don’t need the tail docking procedure, instead of long-tailed breeds. She also doesn’t tell you that the practice is done on young sheep because they have fewer nerves/blood vessels than adults. She also will definitely never ever tell you that tail docking and castration methods are a controversy in the industry, and that many people are pushing for mandatory anesthetics or are looking for alternatives to docking, because ARAs think we’re all a hivemind bent on milking out the most money possible.

Next she brings up selective breeding. It honestly baffles me why ARAs bring up artificial selection in the first place when these animals were domesticated thousands of years ago. Sheep are the oldest domesticated animal. Whining about how we made them grow excess wool isn’t going to bring back their wild genetics. She talks about sheep overheating in summer - odd, because the time to shear sheep is in the spring, specifically so that they don’t overheat. Shearing at this time also encourages pregnant ewes to lamb indoors, where the lambs aren’t so vulnerable.

She also brings up that “thousands” of sheep die from heat exhaustion. I tried looking up what the rate is for sheep mortality from overheating. So, naturally, I went looking for actual statistics, and not vague statements (surprised that she provides no sources for her claims?). According to this document on sheep and lamb death in the US in 2011, the majority of sheep deaths occurred due to old age (22%). Only 8.5% of sheep deaths were from weather-related conditions (this number is higher for lambs because newborns are naturally more susceptible to weather conditions). Four other factors caused higher rates of death than weather. The number of sheep that die on farms is around 3.8%. This isn’t exactly impressive. 

Now I’m only three minutes in and tired of listening to this trash of a Youtube channel, and this is also getting quite long, so I’m all bullshitted out. I looked at her description and while she does provide sources for the videos she uses, she has no sources at all for where she got her information. Pretty typical of an ARA. 

I’m not dumb enough to pretend that there aren’t abusive people in the industry. But I’m also not thick-headed enough to assert that cruel instances from huge corporations is a norm for the industry. If you abuse your animals, you make shit products. Huge companies can get away with this because they already have a name, and anybody will buy their products even if they’re shit. Using individual cases as evidence that an entire industry is fucked is wrong; you need to use statistics of all the farms if you want to prove that this is a normal thing that occurs and is praised by every other producer. Of course you can find videos and articles of a certain farm abusing their animals. You can find hospitals abusing their patients. You can find grocery stores abusing their workers. You can find animal shelters abusing and killing their animals. That’s how industries work. You find fucked up ones. It’s the responsibility of ethical producers and consumers to call them out and improve the standards.

I hope this was educational and that I didn’t bore you to death. The best way to learn about wool is to talk with wool producers, go to wool farms, and find information from unbiased sources. If I left something out or gave wrong information, let me know. I ran through this rather quickly so I didn’t have to death with the video anymore.

Cheers,

Agro

[cabinofimagines]

Tripping hard: Part 2

And here is part 2, still no pairing! I just split it up, because for 1 part it was a bit long. Here you go!

“So, you are saying that there are books,” Piper started. “Yup.” “And those books describe our lives?” she finished. “Yes. And my guess is that we are in the Mark of Athena at the moment.” You stated. You had just explained everything, leaving out the movies of course, and it seemed that everyone believed you. You were now sitting in the dinning place. “So, what are we going to do now?” Leo asked, still smiling widely from the fact that he was one of the most loved characters. “Well, I don’t know.” You answered “This is all cool and stuff, but I think I got to go back sometime.” “I also suspect that the gods won’t like it, that you know what is going to happen.” Piper said. You nodded. Suddenly there was a loud blast on the deck, and alarms started going off. “What the?” you mumbled while everyone started to get up. When you were about to also go on deck Frank, who was walking before you, turned around. “Maybe it is better for you to stay downstairs. Safer, you know?” You shook your head and pushed past him. Whatever was going on was also your business. It could hurt your favourite characters!

As you arrived on the deck you noticed that the Argo II was under attack. Some weird looking  gigantic fish? Whatever it was, it had a huge head, about the size of a dump truck, needle-sharp teeth and as finishing touch greenish-blue scales that covered its head.  It was about to strike down on the mast, but Frank shot an arrow towards its head. The arrow just reflected and disappeared into the sea. “Leo! Get the ship into the air!” you heard Annabeth scream from the other side of the ship. “The fuck!” You screamed when the head ascended once more onto the ship. This didn’t happen in the books! You noted how everyone was trying to stop the beast, while you were just standing there, useless. “Well shit..” You mumbled and started running towards the person who was the closest to you, which happened to – still – be Frank. “Hey! Can I do something?!” you screamed over the sounds of the ravaging beast. “Get down!” You heard Jason yell and you grabbed Frank and took him down to the ground with you, just in time because not even a second later and the head of the fish beast had passed right over us. “Thanks.” Frank breathed out.

 You were already standing up, when the Agro II suddenly started going upwards. “The beast is holding the ship too hard! We can’t go higher like this!” Leo yelled. You looked around at what you can do, but in all honesty you didn’t know how to fight, you didn’t have a weapon, and everything was chaos. ‘How do demigods do this normally?’ You asked yourself. You felt the air going static, and suddenly saw a flits, indicating that Jason had used lightning to try to make the beast lessen its grip, sadly without success. “I need a weapon.” You told yourself, when suddenly Piper flew into you.

You landed harshly onto into the railing, but you stayed onto the ship, luckily. “Piper! Are you alright?” you asked, but she just grunted. You saw that she had her dagger, Katoptris, loosely in her hand. “This will have to do.” You said while you grabbed the dagger. Firstly you put Piper in a better, safer place though. You don’t want her to accidently fall of the ship now, do you? You stood up and looked at the monster.

“What kind of monster is it? How can you beat it?” You asked yourself, when it hit you. No not the beast, but how to beat it. There were a few scales missing from its head, so if you could hit it right there with the dagger! Would it mean that you will die? Possibly, but hey, you are the number 1 of the Leo Valdez, Nico di Angelo and technically all characters protection squad. You can do this! Or at least, you hoped that you can.

“Hey! Fish head! Yeah you! You want some of this?!” You yelled as loud as you could so the beast would turn his head to you. It worked, for like one second, and then it turned back to trying to destroy the Agro II. “Hey!” You tried again, this time swinging your arms above your head “Stop ignoring-“ “What do you think you are doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” Leo grabbed your arm. “Maybe.” You said sarcastic. “I am not going to let that happen. Just stay close to me.” Leo commanded you. ‘Aww he cares about me.’ You thought ‘But I got to do this. Best shot – tell him the plan.’ “Uhm Leo, I have a plan. You see those missing scales? If we could hit it with something it might kill the beast.” You told him. Leo looked up at the head and nodded. “But how are we going to hit it?” He asked while looking at you. “I was planning to launch myself at the head.” You told him. “That will kill you!” “Well, this thing needs to be stopped and-“ You started. “No. You are not going to get yourself killed. Maybe if we can reach Jason he can stab the beast, or Frank can shoot and arrow.” Leo started rambling.

You knew he was right, and started looking for someone else to help you kill the beast, when the head of the beast was right above you. “Leo…” you said. “What!” He yelled. You pointed your finger up, frozen in fear. Leo looked up and his eyes widened. Suddenly you came out of your shock and pushed Leo away. When the beast came down you readied the dagger and hit him right in one of his eyes. While you were still holding on to the dagger, the beast moved upwards taking you with him. “Shi-AAAAAAAHHHHHHH” You screamed loudly enough to be heard on Olympus. The monster moved underwater, trying to shake you of. You felt water getting inside your lungs, but kept holding on. Finally the monster came back up, and you sat on its head. Holding on to the gigantic scales you removed the dagger and stabbed it in the flesh of the beast. This resulted in that the beast became dust and you started falling. ‘Well this is it. RIP me’ you thought, when suddenly you were back inside the void. ‘Again?’ looking around you saw a red spot instead of white this time. The spot became bigger and bigger until you were falling, towards the ground. You fell face flat on the ground, and sat up to see that you were back in your school. “Did I just trip?” you mumbled and went to stand up, when you noticed that you had Katoptris in your hand.

“Oh man”

[narutofoxlover]

A Fishy Dilemma: A MerJack AU CH. 3

                          Things started to feel normal again as several weeks passed. Jack and Sara would play videogames together and watch movies. He visited his social media accounts a lot more now that he wasn’t making videos. It was fun seeing people get excited whenever he’d comment on their fanart. His friends would often ask him how he doing, Mark more so than the rest. He had a strange feeling that the man was up to something. He didn’t know how right he was in that assumption.

                           "Die bitch!“ Jack yelled at the TV, playing a game Sara had recommended. This game was awesome! A wolf god killing a bunch of demons, what’s not to like? And some of the things were huge! By Jaysus did he love games with giant monsters! He froze when he heard a loud knock come from the door to the house. Shiet! Sara looked at him nervously before going to the door. She looked through the peephole and gasped. “Who is it?” Jack whispered to her. “Mark! It’s freaking Markiplier! What the hell is he doing here?!” She whispered back. Jack face palmed. God damn it! He knew Mark was up to something!

                            “What do I do? I doubt I’ll be able to get him to go away. And how am I supposed to explain why I’m in your apartment?” Sara asked Jack, freaking out. Jack sighed. She was right, Mark was way to stubborn to leave. “Let him I guess. He’ll probably be weirded out at first but he’s my friend. I’m sure we can trust him to keep this a secret,” Jack finally said after mulling it over. “I hope your right. AGRO will have my head if they find out,” She said before slowly opening the door.

                            Mark stared at Sara in confusion. “Uh is this the wrong house? Does a Sean McLaughlin live here?” Mark asked. Sara sighed. “Yeah this is Jack’s apartment. I’m sorta his temporary roommate. Come on in,” She said. Mark walked in and followed her to the living room. His jaw dropped when he saw Jack. Jack waved, a nervous grin on his face. “Hey Mark! Uh nice weather we’re having?” He said awkwardly​. “J-jack?! You’re a fish!” Mark said, completely flabbergasted. “Yeah, about that. I kinda had an accident while interning at that AGRO place I told you about,” He said. “And that accident turned you into a merman?!” “Yes. I tripped while carrying a vial of serum and cut myself on the glass. And now I’m this.” Jack explained.

                             Mark tried to wrap his mind around what he was hearing. “Okay, then who is she?” He asked, pointing at Sara. “She’s another intern that agreed to help me out till they can make something to fix this mess. Can you not tell anyone about this? It’ll cause us both a lot of trouble if people find out. Can I trust you to keep this a secret Mark?” Jack asked. Mark sighed. “Of course you can trust me man! What are friends for,” He finally said. “Thanks Mark!” Jack said. As Mark looked at Jack his curiosity built.

                             "C-could I? Er I mean, would you mind if I touched your tail? It’s so cool looking,“ Mark said nervously. Jack laughed. "Sure I guess. Climb on in!” He said. Since Mark didn’t have any swim trunks with him he just stripped to his boxers and went in that way. His face lit up in awe as he ran his hand over the smooth scales on Jack’s tail. Wow. As his hand went along the length of his tail he paused when he noticed a hollow feeling spot. “Hey Jack? What’s this?” He asked, pointing where he felt the anomaly. Jack touched the spot and was surprised when his hand slid in. “What the fuck?” He said, next checking his other side and finding the same thing. “My tail has pockets? Jaysus that’s so fookin weird!” He said. The sensation of his hand inside the pockets was unnerving. People should not be able to put their hands inside themselves.

                            “So Mark, you wanna stay and hang out? It’s getting boring kicking Jack’s ass at videogames,” Sara said. “Is that a challenge I hear?” Mark said, grinning. “You bet your ass that’s a challenge,” She replied. Mark laughed. “Well then, the mighty king of squirrels accepts your challenge!” Mark said, climbing out of Jack’s tank. “Alright! But put your clothes back on first!” She said. “What? Is all this epic manliness too much for you?” Mark joked, gesturing to his abs. Sara laughed. “In your dreams baby man!” She said.

                            Mark yelled as his character crashed. Sara was destroying him at Mario Cart. “How the hell are so good lady!” He said. “Hours of spare time spent gaming and amazing hyper focus skills,” She said, winning the race. “You ought to play on YouTube! A gamer that doesn’t suck would probably be well liked,” Mark said. “I’ve thought about it but I can’t afford the equipment I would need. All my money is focused on paying off my college loans right now.” She replied. “What if I pitched in for the equipment? I got the cash and it would be fun to have a girl on the Markiplier and friends team,” Mark offered. “Woah, you’d do that? But we barely know each other,” Sara said, stunned. “I figure it’s the least I could do in repayment for how you’ve been helping Jack,” Mark said, shrugging off the generous offer like it was nothing. “That would be awesome! Thanks Mark!” She said, giving him a hug.

   Some time later

                              Eventually Mark had to leave for the day since it was getting pretty late. Jack smiled as he layed back on the platform, staring at the ceiling. Today was a lot of fun. It wasn’t often that he got to hang out with Mark in person. And this was the first time Mark had visited him. Normally it was Jack that visited Mark. And it was funny to watch Mark repeatedly lose to Sara. He would miss her after all of this was over. He glanced over at her as she was about to head to her room for the night. “Hey Sara?” He said. “Yeah Jack?” “Would you mind maybe sleeping out here on the couch tonight? It gets kinda lonely out here whenever​ I have trouble sleeping,” He asked. Sara smiled. “Sure. Let me just go grab a pillow and blanket,” She said before going down the hall and into the guest room. After a minute she came back out and snuggled up on the couch. “Night,” She said before going to sleep. “Night Sara,” Jack whispered before rolling onto his side and falling asleep as well.

@ego-protection-squad @magic-marvin-protection-patrol @chase-brody-protection-squad

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