#i still agree with the fact that he wasnt charged at all

[shark-pen]

I just wanted to share the list of crimes Kabuto Yakushi commited and the amount of jail time he would have been given, though i could only really calculate the average for each individual crime and the jail time for when it is commited once, so his total jail time would be much higher (though the death penelty sorta cancles that out) Oh, and i couldnt take in account how his exact situation would effect these charges but i hope Tumblr can forgive me for that. (Note: This is based off of the legal system in North America, and because im not familiar with the legal system in Naruto, this obviously wouldnt be accurate to how his crimes are canonically percived) 1. Assassination- Life in prison (the murder of the 3th Hokage, 4th Kazekage and it can be assumed may others. The fact that the was at least two political leaders could possibly add the charges of Regicide and Political Assassination.) 2. Grave robbing- 5 years in prison. (Collecting samples for the reanimation jutsu during the 4th shinobi war, and before then for other various purposes incuding the reanimation jutsu.) 3. Treason- life in prison (The attempt to join Danzo and overthrow the leaf village) 4. Child abuse- 10 years (As it was an extream case) (The exparimentation on, physical abuse, and medical neglect of Yukimaru and it can be assumend that there were other children whom were mistreated) 5. Desertation- Death penalty or life in prison (Abandoning his mission assigned by ROOT after his mothers death, the death penalty would only be used becuase of the fact that he left to join Orochimaru) 6. Terrorism- 20 years to life (The attack on the leaf, that one castle he and Orochimaru crushed with those snakes when they were looking for Tsunade, and many other cases) 7. Unlicesend surgery and medical treatment- 8 years in prison. (All of the expariemnts that required surgery along with all the medical treatment he provided to Orochimaru) 8. Abduction- 5 years in prison (but that seems low so idk if that right) (The abduction of Sasuke, Yamato, Yukimaru, and it can be assumed that there were many others, though most were done by Orochimaru alone.) 9. Mutilation- 14 years prison (The specific act of the mutilation during the expariments) 10. Theft- 2 years in prison (considering Kabutos situation, it can be assumed that he has commited theft on several occasions, though i can think of a specific incident) 11. Extortion- 5 years in prison (Of Tsunade, Guren, and most likely many others) 12. Abuse- between 2 years less a day or 10 years in prison. (The abuse of Yukimaru, Kimimaro, Guren, Gozu, Kigiri, kiho, Nurari, Ringi and most likely many others) 13. Fraud- 2 to 7 years in prison (All of the false claims and identitys he had throughout the years) 14. Unethical experimentation (outside of the 4th great ninja war)- 10 years in prison to life in prison (The expariments he did with Orochimaru) 15. Crimes against peace- (couldnt find an average sentence) Planning and excecuting the 4th Great Ninja War. 16. Espionage (outside of war)- a term less than 10 years in prison (all of the spying Kabuto did, including the double life he lived in the hidden leafe village) ---The rest are war crimes, and all the crimes against humainty--- -Attempted Global Domination- life in prison or the death penalty.

-Torture or inhuman treatment, including biological experiments (specifically in war) (this includes the charges of Torture, unethical expariementation, and all the other silly things Kabuto did during the 4th shinobi war) -Espionage (during the war)- most likely still a term less than 10 years (All the spying he did during the war) Thats all i can confirm, but im sure theres many others. that all adds up to 115 years in prison, 4 life sentences, and 2 death penaltys. (with some assumptions about how those individual crimes would actually be treated) Though, those aproximate sentences were if that crime was commited on its own, but i think its safe to assume that if those crimes were all prsented together, he would recive the death penalty. Anyways, sorry for any spelling mistakes and if there are any mistakes in this post or things i didnt cover, please tell me!

[strawberry-milkbunny]

I have no one to talk to about Tokyo Rev so here r my random hot takes that I need to say:

- Emma and Hina r boring and used as romance plot devices it’s okay to admit that Wakui can’t write women idk I don’t expect shounen/men to be able to write girls well (still cried when Emma died tho bc she didn’t deserve it!!!)

- lol I LOVE Yuzuha and Senju tho

- I actually do like Emma and Draken together but I also firmly believe Draken is in love w/Mikey and was just projecting onto Emma LMAO

- Yuzuha is a lesbian

- Controversial: I don’t think Shinchiro was THAT great of an older brother. Like he was cool but he still introduced Mikey and Izana into the world of gang life/normalizing violence and yeah OG Black Dragons isn’t like that but….what do u expect when u form a gang??? .obviously there’s a high chance that it’s gonna develop into LEGIT gang activity

- As an adult and someone who was basically raised by an older sibling w/a big age gap (my sis is 7 years older) I kinda don’t blame Takeomi for being a bad older brother??? Realistically he’s a 17 yr old in charge of raising 2 toddlers like NO SHIT he did a bad job. At least Shin had his grandfather to help out but Takeomi actually had no one. Doesn’t explain y he’s a brokey LOL buttttt again I don’t FULLY blame him for being a bad sibling still hurt my boi Sanzu 😤😤

- I HC that Mikey is used to having a caretaker (Draken and later Sanzu) bc when Shin died he was so depressed and genuinely couldn’t get out of bed

- Takemitchy is also lowkey boring/typical shounen protagonist and canonically stinky like Hina could do sm better. This is personal preference so I find myself wanting more chaotic/dumb protagonists who are slightly morally ambiguous like Denji, Gintoki, hell even Naruto at times. Takemitchy didn’t get character development until BD arc and that’s just a bit too long for me….

- Koko and Inui r gay and dating 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

- the Haitani brothers r the kardashians of the TR universe they’re so embarrassing Deadass show up and pose/do absolutely nothing I LOVE THEM SHKSKSKSK

- I love how it’s universally agreed that Mitsuya and Chifuyu r the best bois

- I have mixed feelings about Izana. I genuinely do like him and DESPISE how he’s whitewashed by fanart

- I get it u genuinely just wanted to not be alone and found out ur adopted in the worst way possible but…..idk how that justifies killing ur own sister but u do u ig 🤷‍♀️ and u have KAKUCHO AS UR FAMILY WTH

- don’t listen to me tho I’m a Mikey and Sanzu stan LMAOO 🤭🤭🤭

- Izana is the definition of mommy issues and 100% had crunchy hair lik mans was homeless

- if I saw Izana IRL I would RUN 🏃‍♀️idk he looks a lil crazy

- also this man does not know Tagalog he didn’t even know he was Filipino until he was lik 12

- idk the Tenjiku arc is so funny to me bc Izana is deadass: imma kill everyone in Mikey’s life for revenge and Mikey is lik: bruh I didn’t even kno u existed until last week and now ur killing our sister UNPROVOKED ???

- Bonten!Mikey is a virgin/no libido mans is DEPRESSED

- wished the Bonten arc was longer simply for the outfits bc Wakui KNOWS FASHION but that shit was DEPRESSION

- 3 Deities Arc was amazing and also funny/serious at the same time. It literally was an all out brawl in an AMUSEMENT PARK

- fr tho wtf was Benkei, Wakasa and Takeomi doing there??? Like they’re canonically 27 GO GET A JOB STOP FIGHTING 15 YEAR OLDS SHKSKSKS

- U cannot tell me that Sanzu WASNT sad when Baji and Mucho died.

- Baji was straight up his childhood friend and the only one other than Senju who knows about the plane incident/Mikey’s possessive side. And In the OG!timeline I’m pretty sure Baji was the only friend Sanzu DIDNT attack. While with Mucho he was pretty much his older brother, Sanzu just decided Mikey was better

- Tbh if the dark impulses/Shin thing wasn’t real I would’ve firmly believed Mikey had DID or something. Which again made only worse by the fact that violence and death is such a regular thing in his life (GET THIS MAN THERAPY LIK WTF IS SHIN AND GRANDPA SANO DOING???)

- Kazutora going a lil crazy is lowkey expected and I hate how we only find out about his home life in the character books. This kid grew up in a physically and mentally abusive household (gaslight to pick between parents and as s/o who has experienced that shit it’s fucked up) and I rlly don’t think prison helped out his mental stability either no shit he tried to kill Mikey

- I don’t ship Mikey and Takemichy (despite the IMMENSE gay ness btwn them) firmly bc I think everyone can see how much power Takemitchy has over Mikey idk it has a weird power dynamic like if Takemitchy tried he could 100% control Mikey (platonically or romantically)

- Baji, Chifuyu and Kazutora r a throuple

- I HATE how Sanzu is reduced to this crazy drug addict. Sanzu is canonically smart, manipulative, and formally trained fighter. He also REMEMBERS the OG timeline, he had to experience Shin dying twice and everyone else die no shit he’s a little bonkers/needs drugs to take everything away. Plus his relationship to Mikey which tbh is a whole separate post

- controversial !!!: I ship Mikey and Sanzu or Mikey and Draken. Sanzu only bc this man has a big ass crush and deserves some niceness for once

- ppl write Kakucho as this shy, nice guy like ur not wrong but mans is also running UNPROVOKED into Yakuza offices like it’s the gym while dragging Rindou wit him 😭😭😭

- the haitanis r the best sibling duo

- It lowkey makes me mad in fanfics where Ran is depicted as cheating w/Rin’s gf like??? This man raised his younger brother himself u cannot tell me he doesn’t love his brother and would actually do that to him

- Ran would 1000% do anything for Rin and i firmly believe he kinda regrets not saying anything in court to prevent Rindou frm joining him in jail. Like saying he forced Rindou to kill someone w/him, abusing his brother at home, etc especially in the Bonten! tl he def thinks about wtf he dragged his brother into

- I also don’t think they’ve slept w/ the same person before. Idk I feel like they have diff types like Ran goes for more motherly/mature types while Rindou goes for sweeter/shy types

- Draken has road rage

- Yuzuha should’ve been taller like AT LEAST 5’7 bitch is related to Hakkai and Taiju for gods sake

- OG BD 100% thought Wakasa was a girl for at least a month. He’s canonically 5’3 and pretty.

- Characters who r 100% bisexual: WAKASA, Senju,maybe Hina, Draken (def in denial), Rindou, Ran (he’s a whore as long as ur pretty he’s down), Sanzu, Koko, Kazutora, Chifuyu

- Mitsuya had a crush on Draken

[kyber-crystal]

MURY CHUMES‼️

in honour of christmas 2023,could u makefestive/holiday obiwan hcs bc hes so silly and i know he'd "deck the halls" (im so funny) (im not)

obi is the type of guy who would cuddle w you by the fireplace n drink hot tea or hot chocolate <3 (and he'd spoil you to death my goodness!) (also sorry if this is wasnt what u meant i didnt know what u meant by send asks HSJSHSJ)

OMG HI THIS IS SO PERFECT I NEED THIS SO BAD so thank you for sending this in <3 ur my new fav person

&& MERRY CHRYSLER :) consider this my gift to you!

"i don't get why we had to be sent away DURING the holiday season. the council couldn't have waited?"

you grumbled some variation of this under your breath for several minutes straight while preparing the flight out to dantooine

and obi agrees

the two of you are being sent on a long-term operative mission. there's no daily wars or hard combat to face—it was more of a stakeout of sorts—but still, you had to stay alert. just in case

you were mainly upset at the fact that you couldn't relax in your quarters or with your family for the holidays

obi-wan, sensing your blues, decides that he's not going to let that ruin the festivities

you're staying in a quaint little home for the next few weeks. it's plainly, but relatively tidy

"there's a life day market in town! we can pick some food up there, and decorations, if you're up for it" obi had suggested, so that's what you end up doing

while at the market, which is bustling with people from all over the galaxy (you later find out that dantooine's life day market is one of the biggest there is), the two of you are mistaken for a married couple

but hey, the status gets you several discounts on fresh fruit

even after you leave the produce booth, he keeps his hand interlocked with yours

(and you like it. though you'd die before admitting it lol)

you haul several giant bags and baskets of supplies back to your place

(correction, obi-wan does most of the heavy lifting. you're only carrying the tree decorations so you look like a tangled bundle of color that has no start or end)

it takes you everything you have not to stare at how his arms flex when he moves things

you didn't realize obi had a creative side to himself, so when you let him take charge of decorating, you didn't know what to expect

but once the two of you finish decorating you're pretty amazed

the tree glitters with woven string lights and ornaments that look like stars plucked straight from the heavens, shining in hues of rose gold and ivory white

"it's so beautiful," you exhaled

"indeed, it is," obi-wan replied, but he wasn't even looking at the light fixtures (he was looking at you instead)

you're about to unpack the groceries and start cooking but he stops you in your tracks, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze

"let me handle this, darling. i insist," he says—and you can feel your face growing warm at the term of endearment

so you sit down by the fireplace with a blanket around your shoulders and watch as he carefully cuts up the starfruit and places it in a porcelain bowl, dices the meat and vegetables, and pours hot chocolate (you made a mental note to ask him later which booth that was from) into two mugs

for a moment you get completely lost in the idea of living a peaceful, domestic life with him. one where you wake up every morning to the fresh smell of coffee and berries and are greeted with a tight embrace

but you're brought back to reality with the reminder that technically, you're on a mission right now, and you're both jedi

so no amount of wishing and praying will make any bit of that domestic life come true

:(

"you've been so quiet," he suddenly speaks up

"just...tired," you reply, and it's the truth. the entire flight over, you didn't sleep a wink—you always had trouble falling asleep

he decides not to question you further—he knows what's bothering you; he always does

dinner is amazing as always—you're good at cooking, too, but your skills pale in comparison to what obi has

after you eat, you sit down by the fireplace, wrapped up in several thick blankets with steaming hot chocolate in hand

"how long has it been since you last saw your family?" he asks

"seven years," you say. "we write letters to each other, but you know, given my schedule, it's hard to pay them a visit. i hardly see them anymore..."

"i can be your family, then," he offers with a sad smile

and you feel your heartbeat pick up speed just a little

not because you're secretly in love with him...of course not lmao

but because he's always been here for you and continues to be

you lean against him and close your eyes and just. take him in

like. how does this man smell so good...

it's as if he bathed in every warm and comforting scent you could think of

and you can almost pretend that you're right back home in the arms of the one you love, and not millions of miles away on a foreign moon

(jokes on you, he is your new home)

you're not sure how long you stay cuddled up like that for, but you wouldn't mind if it lasted for the entirety of your mission

"you know i love you," he says quietly after he thinks you've fallen asleep, and he gently kisses your forehead

but you manage to whisper back an "i love you too" before drifting off

obi-wan finally feels at peace

& so do you

(i'm so sorry if this wasn't what you expected hiusahfiuherguheg but hopefully it makes you feel all warm & cozy inside!! hehe merry christmas)

tags (this list hasn't been updated in a while so apologies if it seems off...lol): @voguesir @fl0ating @lady-elena-adeline @katelynnwrites @freeshavocadoooo @buckysbeloved @kelieah @kaleidoscope1967eyes @lam-ila @amelia-song-pond @unstablecaffeinatedmind @elenavampire21 @joyfullyswimmingface @arkofblake @hellotherekenobi

[eddiegettingshot]

To be clear I thought buck’s s6 storyline was poorly executed. But I find your interpretation of it interesting because mine was very different. I felt like the captain stuff at the beginning of s6 was never actually about buck being captain, but rather brought up to address buck’s insecurities and what he has to do to overcome them (be at peace, key to happiness etc) so the issue more lies in the writers introducing it in a way that makes it seem like a season arc when really its a multiple season arc that needs to be addressed continuously (and also introducing it at the same time as captain hen and in a season that re addresses chim as a leader makes it more confusing). Is buck at peace with the “made for parts” reality of his life? I think the donor arc was trying to do that but it wasnt very explicit. Is he at peace with his romantic life? I mean could he ever be before addressing the bisexuality of it all lol but I think we’re working towards that (buck actually being happy lol) but still needs to recognize when someone isnt putting it all on the table for him (tommy’s party attire). Is buck at peace with his interpersonal relationships? Some probably (hen bobby (which lightning arc helped with!) chim maddie) some probably not (eddie chris margaret phillip. Daniel?). And I think the s6 finale was supposed to show us that like maybe buck could be captain one day (the instinct is there) but still has a lot of growth to do before getting there bc really if hes at peace w himself he shouldnt get all weirdly jealous all the time or even care about being captain right? Anyways I think theres still substance there but everything in s6 was just wayyy to implicit for me, and way too much going on in a small time frame (mild pass given the reality of what they were trying to do with the show past 6x12 given the possible cancellation)

ok, actually i agree with you on the problem being about it being a multi-season arc!

for me just the fact that they decided to introduce buck dealing with his internal stuff through the captaincy was a poor choice, because of hen (and chim, i forgot about his thing lol) and because to me the natural progression of the arc would have been him tackling his insecurities by developing as a leader but that never happened and instead they brought in all the other stuff you talked about. and then they tried bringing it back around in the season finale with him taking charge but in a way that fell flat because… he hadn’t tackled his insecurities over the course of the season through all of these poorly-executed storylines enough to convince me of any real leadership ability.

also as an aside i don’t know if he’s at peace with the “made for parts” thing since they brought it up explicitly in the coma dream - and obviously he fought past it to stay alive but then the coma dream ultimately didn’t matter at all, he didn’t seem to learn anything from it, so i don’t know if i feel like i can take him being ok with it at face value? idk.

[justcallmedust]

He came home from work, changed and primped, and said he was 'going for a walk'.

Over the last 3 weeks I've had this itch in my back of my mind telling me something wasnt right. Its actually been brewing for longer but I could not put my finger on it.

2 fridays ago, or 3 weeks ago tomorrow, I was introduced to a neighbor couple who I had previously thought was an old couple that he did work for. As it turns out, he must have just led me to believe that because they are actually younger than me. I also discovered this was the couple he went camping with last fall around halloween - which I was led to believe was just a "couple of old guys that needed his help". This is also the couple that has ensured he's been trashed the last 4 weekends in a row... despite the fact that he had stopped drinking completely in november.

To make matters worse, upon meeting them, I discovered how close of a relationiship he has had with these people. So close, the wife was leaning on him and hugging him, laughing at inside jokes and whispering into his ears.. like she was his high school girl friend. I decided to just watch what happened and found myself extremely uncomfortable with both of them, and low key positive he fucked this lady.

I chewed on that for a week, talked it over with my bestie and we both decided this was very sus. Last weekend apparently this couple went away and asked my husband to hold onto a package that had been delivered to their house. Sunday as we were cleaning up a section of the garage, this lady came walking in saying something all cutesy and went straight to grab his ass.. until she saw me on the other side of the garage and she took a few steps back and said hello.. tone changed. She relayed an invite from her husband to come over for a cigar later, to which my husband agreed and I was obviously unable to attend because I am a vitrual teen taxi service all weekend. An she joked.. oh hahaha the life of a mother.. haha. yeah ha ha ha bitch. No.

As she was leaving I was heading out to drop off a teen and pick one up. I came back, helped him finish putting everything back into the garage.. which he wanted finished post haste. He ate something once we were done and went right over.. this was around 6:30pm. I still had to pick up kids, do some food shopping and make sure everyone had clean clothes and charged chromebooks.. fun stuff.

He did not walk back into the house until 1:21am and he was hammered. Yelled at me and stumbled into bed, only to wake up the following day and deny being out that late.

There have been a few instances since then where he's just disappeared with no explaination and I have myself convinced he's cheating. Also, I've had BV and a UTI within the last 2 months.

I just.. I mean, there's just no way Im crazy right?

[frogqueenofmirkwood]

heads up, seven up

thankyou for tagging me @monstrousfreedom 🥰🥰

my actual book is on my laptop so I will share some of my fav snippets from my notes app of my fantasy book series☺️

tis my heart and soul and have been writing this story since I was 15💕

below are some snippets on the three brothers from Warne, the warrior village.

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“You know, everyone thinks you’re this nice, gentle, kind boy and everybody loves you but the second you are mildly inconvenienced you become a little hob goblin gremlin.” Elm begun to tie his brothers shoelaces as he talked, they had been undone the whole journey and it was driving him crazy. Even more crazy than Aspens belief that the world was out to get him, not the team in general, just him, specifically.

“It’s something I’m very passionate about.” Aspen replied, still lying on the wet grass

“You’re not gonna die.”

“I don’t know I had a dream I ate this disgusting black goo once and I died. You were there.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“The fact that you were in my dream? Couldn’t agree more.”

“You definitely got this part of your personality from Forrest.”

“You probably wish I had of adopted his cleanliness.”

“It would be nice if you cleaned your room and washed your hair on occasion.”

“Builds character.”

“No it builds judgment from others.”

“Who is going to go in my room?”

“I don’t know, but we can all see your hair.”

“…No comment.”

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The last death in warne had been the wife of Ulmos. Amary. She was beautiful. She had been in charge of the gardens, of the food. Ulmos had loved her before he knew what love was. She was loved by everyone, her kindness and patience were abundant. She never used harsh words, even in anger, and made helping others her life. Ulmos and Amary had gotten married at 18. less than a year later, Elm and Basil where born, two sons. Ulmos and Amary where happy. For 4 years they raised their twin boys to be kind, considerate and adventurous. Everything was perfect. Until Basil was kidnapped. If it wasnt for Amary, everything would have fallen apart. Ulmos wouldnt leave the house, wouldnt leave Elm alone for a second. Not until Amary convinced him. There was another problem however. Elm had started to grow apart from the other children, he stopped talking, stopped playing. Amary decided she wanted another child. Soon, Aspen was born. A brother for Elm. The two boys took to each other quickly. When Aspen took his first steps, he fell into his brothers arms. When Aspen started going to school, Elm held his hand. When Aspen cried Elm held him, when he laughed, Elm smiled. The family were happy. Elm was happy, he didnt often show it, but they knew. When Aspen was 12 and Elm 16, Amary came home one day with Forrest. He had soot all over his face with the exception of streaks below his eyes where tears had been falling. Neither Amary or Forrest said anything other than the fact that Forrest had no guardian, no parents. Everyone knew better than to question Amary. Amary built familys, from rubble and heartbreak, she created homes, havens, both for her own family and other's. She built them to outlast herself. So when she died of a mysterious illness, two years ago, her family mourned, but they stood strong. They held each other while they wept and healed. Amary will always be in the hearts of her family, of Ulmos, of everyone. The warriors of Warne never stop loving, not even through death.

thankyou for readingggggg🥰

i am still new here and don’t really have anyone to tag so i will leave this open🙃

[princessdreamie]

DBH part 15

New character/s: Sa: Sandra (C's old penpal)

A few days later

In C's car

C finally drove off with his friends to enjoy their trip. C had the biggest car of their group, so he was in charge at bringing some stuff they might need when they arrive. He packed a few music cds, a gaming console (+ games of course), a few of his favorite books and a small radio. The car still had some space left, so some of his pals drove in his while Lv took the rest of them.

C's passengers, which consisted of 3 stereotypical party guys, goofed around while c tried to concentrate on the road. Which was quite a task on its own, since his friends talked too much for his liking. On the other hand he was glad that he had only 3 of them inside. Lv had to make do with 2 of their Gfs (who really like to gossip for hours) and Fa & Mel. And Mel is always open for some girl chat. Even if it was just about mundane stuff, like the newest music albums. A few hours went by and they finally arrived at a big cottage near a river. This building belongs to one of their friends and since their parents hardly come by they thought it would be a great opportunity to get away for a while.

While they guys unpacked their equipment out of the car, the girls went inside and were blown away at the size of the entrance hall. Suddenly a noise came from one of the upper rooms and they went to investigate. They figured out that someone was in the washroom, Mel wanted to knock at the door but one of the girls just opened it without a second thought.

The 3 girls were shocked to see another girl in the middle of nowhere. One of the 2 Gfs asked the intruder who she was and what she was doing in this house. She introduced herself: „Hey, my name is Sandra (Sa for short). I am a friend of C. Nice to meet you.”

The 3 girls put their guard down as she was dropping C's name. As it turned out, C invited her to come along the trip, to which she quickly agreed to. C eventually introduced her to the boys. Some time later the teenagers decided to make some lunch.

Fa & Mel were put in charge in cooking while the rest made the table. Some of their friends teased Lv & C that they had to set the table by themselves and dont get special treatement as in their homes. C laughs with them hiding the fact that he usually doesn't eat at home all to often and just makes a stop at a coffee shop for breakfast. Back then he would eat with his fam at the table but he started to make his own thing after a few years. Se was sad that his big brother doesn't eat with him that often but he understood that he could go out for school unlike him.

After some time Fa & Mel brought out their lunch and placed everything on the table cloth. Mel made some Miso soup and Fa had his hamds full with the main course (something they usally ate in the novel. Just think of something on your own).

While they dug into the soup one of the guy friends was wondering how C and Sa knew eachother. Everyone else was hoping for an answer too so C made a quick summary for his friends.

„Back in my last school we had an Assignment to pick a penpal from an other school. We put some names in a box and then blind pick one of them. I ended up with Sandra. We wrote each other every week. Even after our project ended i still wrote her every now and then.”

The 2 told them stories on what they usually wrote in their letters. Eventually they exchanged phone numbers and texted each other every once in a while. One of the girls asked if they had made it official.C & Sa looked at her in confusion. After some explaination on what the girl meant both burst out laughing. Sa came clean to the rest, explainig that both of them werent having any romantic feelings for one another. Sa wasnt C's type and Sa was already in a relationship.

Mel then asked why she didn't bring her partner with her at this trip. Sa became shy and just mumbled that it is complicated. Not wanting to press any further, Lv kept the conversation going with some of his new gadgets he helped building with his dad. C swiftly glanced at Sa and noticed that she was feeling uncomfortable after Mel's query.

Later as they cleaned up the room, C asked Sa if everuthing was alright. Sa was on her phone texting someone. „You know that you have your worries. But i assure you that my friends wont Judge you if you decide to tell them.” Sa nodded at him. She felt blessed to have C as an understanding friend.

[cemoras27]

small vent about my school experience

this was brought on by reading a little ficlet that happened to hit EXTREAMLY CLOSE to home for me. Im afab living in the midwest in a small town, however the town I live in is NOT my hometown. so everyone in my graduating class had known eachother from diapers basicly. in fact when I did an internship thing at the public library(necessary to graduate) and the directer/woman in charge who was also from out of town agreed that we were called 'transplants'. I have lived here since I was 8. 11 years I have lived here and still don't feel welcomed

in the 8th grade I was in band and at the end of the year the teacher had decided to reveal what the words she had given us at the begining of the year was for. she called out a name and the first person to answer had gotten it wrong, ok big deal. HOWEVER WHEN I GOT IT WRONG I WAS OUT FOR THE REST OF THE CLASS. THE FUCKING BOY WASNT OUT AND WHEN I POINTED IT OUT SHE SAID THAT HE WAS OK OR SOMETING ALONG THOSE LINES AND I HAD REALLY LIKED THIS TEACHER BUT THIS FUCKING RUNINED HER IN MY EYES MY FUCKING GOD I JUST WANTED HER TO DIE I KNOW THATS NOT HEALTHY OR NORMAL BUT JUST CHRIST. I REALLY ONLY HAD MY INTELLANGCE FOR MY CONFIDANCE AND IT FELT LIKE SHE ATTACKED ME I DONT KNOW WHY

i hate history classes because of 2 teachers mrs. G and mrs. c. mrs. G was also the typing class teacher and was SUPER PICKY about the positioning of our hands and no joke i had never finished a typing lesson because of her. the only times I finished one was when she had retired the next year. that bitterness carried over to her history classes where she just was so boring. she barely decorated her room too it was shit. I dont know why anyone in the school liked her she was a bitch. So happy she retired wish she had done it sooner.

MRS C WAS SO MUCH WORSE. BITCH HAD 3 LESSONS AND THAT WAS IT NO VARITY JUST WORKSHEET AFTER WORKSHEET AFTER WORKSHEET THE ONLY CHANGE WAS WHEN WE HAD A STUDENT TEACHER AND HE MADE A PLAN. WISH THAT GUY A BRIGHT FUTURE. BUT C JUST FUCKING SUCKED. THEN SHE DECIDED TO LIE TO MY PARENTS AT MY IEP. WHAT THE FUCK.

I READ FANFIC IN CLASS, THIS WAS A KNOWN PROBLEM BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO DO CLASS WORK JUST READ. I WOULD ALSO LISTEN TO MUSIC WHENEVER I COULD. C SAID THAT I HAD A PROBLEM WITH PUTTING MY EARBUDS IN DURING CLASS. LIKE WHEN SHE WAS TALKING AND THAT WAS BLATENTLY FALSE I PUT MY MUSIC ON AFTER SHE WAS DONE TEACHING AND HAD GIVEN US TIME TO WORK CUNT I HOPE SHE DIES SOMEONE TAKE AN AXE TO HER HEAD PLEASE THE WORLD WOULD BE BETTER

now again im afab and i likely have some nurodivergance that has led to a lot of unconscious masking. leading in to what was my biggest pet peeve of people acting dumber than what i know them to be. Notably the boys (one in particular really) and everytime someing stupid came out of his mouth i just wanted to cause bodily and psychological harm to him and his family.

the fic had remined me of a time where mrs C had pulled me into the hallway and told me to call my mom. i didn't want to obviously and this was very public for my sophomore peers to see. i had stomped a little and she told me to stop acting like a child and I just thought about how i never had really gotten a chance to act like a kid when it was appropriate because I was 'so mature for my age' and i just thought back to the guy the got on my nerves. and how he acts like hes fucking ten every day and doesnt get called out for it at all. but i do ONE childish act its stop acting like a kid your too old for that

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Texts from the Lost Tomb part 9.1

…I apologize in advance.

Babysitters Club Chat

Zhang Qiling: Wu Xie just left to go sparring. I need you to come to the store with me.

Wang Pangzi: SOUNDS GREAT IVE GOT PANTS ON FOR ONCE

GET IN LOSER WE’RE GOING SHOPPING

Zhang Qiling: I do not wish to shop. I wish to acquire an item.

Wang Pangzi: OKAY POSSIBLY NO ONE HAS TOLD YOU ABT WHAT SHOPPING MEANS

ALTHOUGH I KNOW FOR A FACT WANG MENG HAS U CARRY BAGS FOR HIM AT THAT NIGHT MARKET

Zhang Qiling: The specific purpose of our trip is to secure a necklace with a ring on it. I would like your input.

Wang Pangzi: OMG R U FINALLY STARTING TO ACCESSORIZE??? IVE BEEN KEEPING HELLO KITTY EARRINGS JUST FOR YOU

Zhang Qiling: No.

Wang Pangzi: OK WHAT ABT A HELLO KITTY BELLYBUTTON RING

Zhang Qiling: if you need more context, the ring in question I am getting today is for Wu Xie.

Wang Pangzi: ….

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zhang Qiling: ?

Wang Pangzi: BACK IN A SEC

OMFG

I CANT

…ALSO THAT WASNT TECHNICALLY A NO ON THE BELLYBUTTON RING

When Will They Get A Room Chat

Wang Pangzi: THE POOL HAS ENDED

ITS FUCKING HAPPENING

WANG MENG WE R GONNA DECORATE AND GET WASTED

Li Cu: wtf????

Liu Sang: !!!!!! Ouxing didn’t say anything!!!

Wang Meng: It’s finally happening *sniffles* my Laoban is finally leaving the nest.

Well, I mean.

He’s not leaving at all, and if anything will be around more.

And be more annoying.

I’m going to be disinfecting common area surfaces more often, that’s for certain.

But getting a ring…such commitment is so adult of him, I’m going to cry.

KanJian: how romantic:):)

Xiao Bai: ugh fine it’s awesome agreed

except damnit I bet on another month:( Who won the bet??

Wang Pangzi: IT DISGUSTS ME TO ADMIT THIS

BUT I WAS OFF BY TWO MONTHS

AND HUO XIUXIU WON

Huo Xiuxiu: Damn fucking right I did.

Black Mamba Chat

Li Cu: So.

Zhang Qiling: Yes?

Li Cu: I’m giving you my permission, like, with Wu Xie.

Zhang Qiling: But why would I nee—…that is to say, thank you.

Li Cu: the only reason I’m cool with you two totally ruining my bet timing is bc, like. if u had rushed it and gotten hitched a week into dating, like I bet on, it would’ve been like a really bad communication thing. And stuff.

Zhang Qiling: You are generally alright with everything? Is there anything you need from me?

Li Cu: not really

Like I appreciate it but U do enough

I don’t worry as much about Wu Xie when ur around

Not that I worry about him

Don’t listen to KanJian on that he’s full of lies

But like

Wushanju feels…safe. with u here.

I’m not entirely used to that yet

Zhang Qiling: Perhaps you and I should speak more often?

Li Cu: ngl one text is more than I hear aloud from you in a week

But yeah. Texting more would be nice

So yeah I think that’s pretty much everything covered there

Yep

you are the only man i can think of who would never require a shovel talk

We’re good, bro

Zhang Qiling: why are shovels involved in your conversations?

Li Cu: anyway g2g to the range to deal with another romantic trashfire

I’m beginning to get why Hei Xiazi charges ppl for shit this is exhausting

Zhang Qiling: …oh.

Li Cu: ?

Zhang Qiling: I just realized Hei Xiazi is going to hear about this.

Not A Homewrecker Chat

Liu Sang: …you’re never going to change this chat name, are you.

Li Cu: lol no. Now flip your hair, KanJian is on his way over here

Liu Sang:…pardon?

Li Cu: it worked for Charlie’s angels bro

And ur basically that except for the parts where u aren’t

Damn we should get a convertible

Liu Sang: I wonder if going behind the gate is still an option.

Li Cu: ffs get it together I did not come all the way to the shooting range just to watch you both squirm in embarrassment

Liu Sang: …yes, you did.

Li Cu: well yeah I did but that’s not the point

Lol can’t believe your precious ouxing is gonna pledge his life to my nerd trashfire

Liu Sang: Like he didn’t already devote himself years ago? Ouxing and Wu Xie have been together for decades in every way that matters. At this point, with those two, it’s just semantics.

Li Cu: damn son you should give the speech at the wedding

Liu Sang: Wang Pangzi has called dibs, but I fully intend to compete with him for the spot a la rap battle.

Men in Black Chat

Hei Xiazi: of course I will plan ur ceremony, u don’t even have to ask<3

Zhang Qiling: I wasn’t planning to ask you.

Hei Xiazi: still trying to decide if ur theme music will be “My Immortal” or “One Way or Another”

Maybe a remix ooooh

I’m thinking like maybe KanJian can be the ring bearer and slingshot your rings to you from across the room

I’m sending some links with some decorative/tastefully pornographic napkin shapes, pls state ur preferences

Zhang Qiling: Please stop.

Hei Xiazi: don’t worry Xie Yuchen will pay for everything.

He doesn’t know that yet but he will:)

U got nothing to worry abt

I’ve been qualified to conduct marriage ceremonies in like 6 religions, including one I’m excommunicated from

Xiao Ge’s Gray Hair Chat

Hei Xiazi: not even that mad U didn’t show up for sparring with me today, I figure that you’re gonna be getting busy at home;)

so happy for you too, if you catch my drift:)

Lol really the silent treatment huh?

Rude

…Wu Xie?

Men in Black Chat

Hei Xiazi: uh out of sheer curiosity and zero concern, could you ask Wu Xie if he’s just not responding to texts this morning?

Zhang Qiling: …he is with you. Isn’t he?

Hei Xiazi: uh

No

No he is not

I figured he was skipping our session to be with u

Then I got like this bad feeling and thought I’d check

Sooooo uh

This probably isn’t good

Wu and Zhang Chat

Zhang Qiling: Wu Xie, please respond when you see this.

Wu Xie, this is an emergency. Call me right now.

I need to know you’re alri—please call me when you can.

*five missed calls, straight to voicemail*

Men in Black Chat

Zhang Qiling: He is not with me. Or with you. Or Pangzi.

Hei Xiazi: okay. Okay this is still fine. I mean everything is fine

probably

like what’s the worst that could happen right

Zhang Qiling: …..

Hei Xiazi: I saw myself typing that and was like “hoe don’t do it” but then I did it

…fuck.

I’m calling it

It’s time to get the band back together

Main Chat

Wang Pangzi: CODE PINK CODE PINK I REPEAT WE HAVE A CODE PINK

Xie Yuchen: That’s my code, why are you using it?

Wang Meng: I made the alert code chart for a reason, Pangzi:(

Wang Pangzi: FUCK I MEANT PURPLE UGH

U KNOW WHAT IDGAF FUCK THE CHART

WU XIE IS GONE.

FUCKING GONE.

NOONE KNOWS WHERE.

AS IN NOT EVEN ME OR XIAOGE KNOW.

TRYING NOT TO PANIC HERE BUT UH

THIS IS WU XIE

AND HE IS THE MOTH TO DANGER’S FLAME

Li Cu: ….what.

Wu Erbai: You are certain? Of course you are. I need to make calls immediately.

Wang Pangzi: IF HE WAS OKAY HE’D FIND A WAY TO GET WORD TO ONE OF US

U KNOW HE WOULDNT JUST GO OFF WITHOUT TELLING SOMEONE

HES NOT THAT MUCH OF AN IDIOT

ANYMORE AT LEAST

HE WOULDNT SCARE US LIKE THIS

FUCK

HIS PHONE IS OFF

I THINK WE GOT A LIAM NEESON SCENARIO

Liu Sang: @ouxing, don’t worry; KanJian, Li Cu and I are on our way back now, we’ll make a plan.

Wang Meng: I was gone for FORTY-FIVE MINUTES.

Huo Daofu: Unsurprised. On my way.

KanJian: :(:(who would be horrible enough to steal Laoban??

Zhang Qiling: I will find him.

Li Cu: @zhangqiling okay I literally just gave u permission with him and u already misplaced him wtf dude????

Pan Zi: Just saw this. What can we do to help? And permission for what?

Zhang Qiling: Not relevant right now. And you can help us track his phone, Pan Zi.

Wu Sanxing: oh I’ll track him down alright

that copycat little shit

thinks he can just waltz off like his uncle

Amateur pfff

Wang Pangzi: GET HELPFUL OR GET LOST

Wu Erbai: I agree with Pangzi that it’s very likely Wu Xie was taken. Li Cu, stay with Kan Jian and Liu Sang until our full group rendezvous at Wushanju—this could be an attack on the family line.

Wu Sanxing: whoa so I could be a target too?

Wu Erbai: No one would voluntarily take you. Stop clogging up the chat.

Xie Yuchen: I will assist Wu Erbai in alerting the rest of the families. Huo Xiuxiu is already assembling some people.

I can assure you, whoever took him will only live long enough to regret it.

Hei Xiazi: oooh love that spice from u, sugar

Also I’m already on the move n shit, tracing backwards from where we were supposed to meet today

Wang Pangzi: CHECK ZHANG RISHAN

HE DID IT LAST TIME

THE MEGA-BOOMER ASSHAT

LETS STORM THE TEA HOUSE

Zhang Rishan: …you are aware I am on this chat, yes? It was not I.

Wang Meng: It had better not have been:) or I will shove a saucepan so far up your ass—

Hei Xiazi: listen I’m all for turning crisis centers into kinky dungeons but like for now let’s focus here bud

Babysitters Club Chat

Zhang Qiling: I will find him.

Wang Pangzi: I KNOW. DONT TAKE LI CU SERIOUSLY KIDDO IS JUST SCARED AND U KNOW HE SNAPS WHEN HES SCARED

Zhang Qiling: I am…somewhat lost in circling thoughts right now. About not finding him.

Wang Pangzi: I KNEW U WOULD BE

GET OFF THE ROOF

ACHILLES COME THE FUCK DOWN

HEY

HEY YOU

I KNOW U WILL FIND HIM. U KNOW WHY?

BECAUSE U ALWAYS DO.

THERE ARE ONLY A FEW THINGS I KNOW FOR SURE IN MY LIFE: I WILL ALWAYS HAVE THE BEST HAIR IN THE TRIANGLE, WU XIE WILL ALWAYS GET INTO THE MOST BIZARRE SITUATIONS ON A REGULAR BASIS, AND YOU WILL ALWAYS SAVE HIM.

AS MUCH AS TIANZHEN IS THE MOTH TO DANGERS FLAME, NOTHING BURNS AS BRIGHTLY AS THE TWO OF YOU DO FOR EACH OTHER

GODDAMN I GET POETIC AT THE WORST MOMENTS

Zhang Qiling: I am heading out with Hei Xiazi in a moment. I will return with Wu Xie.

Wang Pangzi: GO GET HIM, TIGER. LOVE YOU BOTH

Unnamed chat:

[blocked number]: SOS

…is anyone getting this?

[jjfics]

Room 19 ll 02

ship: Harry Potter x female!Reader

read part one here

summary: they finally meet the mysterious wizards after getting to know each other better that same morning

author: your bestie Jane Jack, also known as JJ

word count: 1760 (it is a bit shorter this time)

a/n: i am so so so happy some of you liked the first part so i will continue with this story. i wasnt on call this time so no news from my bff, sorry, ill ask them for a cool quote for next time though!

“Thank you, darling. We’ll take the seats in the corner. Could you bring us two coffees and,” Potter turned to look at you and raised his eyebrows “one croissant?” You nodded shyly.

“That would be 13£, but I’ll only charge you 10, the croissant is on me,” the woman taking your order smiled. “Since you have such a pretty girlfriend” she winked.

Your cheeks flushed red as Potter pulled your waist impossibly closer to him. “I know, right?” he chuckles.

The walk to the cafe was silent, but it felt different than the trip you two had the other day. There was no need to talk. In fact, you felt as though the moment you would open your mouth you would say something stupid about what happened last night, like apologizing for taking up so much space or doing something so unprofessional. But you did not want to apologize, because you had never felt less sorry for something. There was this weird energy between the two of you. You craved the feeling of being close to him again.

The table Potter chose was very strategic. The predictable head of the group of wizards and witches who called themselves the Forsakens would choose the grandiose table in the middle of the cafe. So the corner was a shadowed place where you would not have been recognized while you could very easily observe the others.

Still, benefits are tied to come with cons and so you were forced to cuddle into each other once again on a small leather couch. His hand did not leave your waist even as you sat down. It was hard not to notice such details, like how he could not keep eye contact for long when you spoke, how your hands brushed together when you both leaned over the table to take a sip of your hot coffee. You blamed it all on the weird situation you were in. In any other circumstances, he would not have been behaving like this, for sure.

“Hey, Potter. Could I ask you something?”

“You know you don’t have to call me Potter, right?” he smiled.

“We are work colleagues,” you said, but you wished you didn’t. Because you knew very well that saying things out loud only makes them more real.

“Yeah, but I don’t call you y/ln. I never heard you say you don’t like it when I call you y/n.” You did like it, it made you feel welcomed whenever talking to him, which until this morning was very rare. But you were not going to tell him that and feed his ego even more.

“It’s acceptable, but mind you, you are on thin ice,” you pointed a finger at him and his hand shifted softly on your waist as he laughed.

“It would be acceptable for you to call me Harry too, you know? I mean, we are supposed to be dating after all. For the mission.”

“For the mission” you agreed

“So you will call me Harry?”

“I will,” you promised. The gesture of reassurance alone made his head float.

While waiting for the Forsakens to appear you found out a lot about Harry. Many things surprised you. The papers always lie to make everything more attractive to their readers, but they also leave out the small details. Like how Harry still has panic attacks, even long after the war. How he always has nightmares about all the people he cared about.

“I feel sorry knowing this now,” you tried to empathize but it wasn’t going that well. You had never been part of war before.

“You don’t have to be. Not today, at least. I had quite a pleasant dream last night.”

“Oh, did you? And what was it about then?”

"Someone hugged me. I think it was a woman; I’m not sure. I didn’t get to see her face.”

“Is that all you remember?” you persisted. It broke your heart to know that this was his idea of a good dream: nothing extraordinary, but the most mundane form of comfort.

“Yeah, that’s all. What I know is that she was there in the beginning. It felt like she always had been” his eyes were distant as he talked. “She left me, and I was once again alone.”

And it was then that it all made sense to you. He was nice to you now because there were no nightmares to haunt him through the day.

You turned to face him and got really close to his face. “I’m so sorry. For being so shitty with you the other day,” you whispered. “It was just the stress from work.”

“I know.” he smiled. “It’s alright. I let myself get carried away too. We need to cooperate for the mission.”

“So does that mean that our little argument and Ben Nelson stepping in will not be included in the letter to the Minister for Magic?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Oh I totally am not telling Hermione any of that.” he laughed. “No, that will stay between us.”

It was around 11 am that you spotted some oddly dressed people enter the already busy cafe. In the lead was a tall woman who wore black heels and a long red satin dress with robes of a darker shade draped over her shoulders. Her face was covered by a long curtain of dark curly hair.

Just behind her were two other women, both slightly shorter. Those were dressed in the same way the first one was; the colors were the only thing that varied: their fair skin was adored by greens and purples.

The two men following them were both dressed in black suits that would not make them attract much attention if it weren’t for their companions.

The dark-skinned woman who was so obviously the one making decisions pointed to the big table in the middle of the cafe and her followers seated themselves. No words were spoken as she left them and entered a door the waitress once had.

“These must be them. They fit the description perfectly,” you mumbled and Harry nodded beside you.

“The head’s name is Anika. She has connections to the waitress as her mom’s sister. Anika is muggle-born. She never told her aunt that she’s a witch but she and her gang are allowed to gather here sometimes.” Harry said in a monotone voice. What a good professor he would have been.

“I read the instructions, Harry” you rolled your eyes at him. He smiled when he heard his name come from your lips.

“‘M just making sure, y/n.”

Anika returned quite quickly and she sat down on the side with the men, facing the other women. She took out a leather notebook from her robes and put it in the middle of the table.

“Does anyone know why it’s still here?” you could faintly hear her cold voice. Everyone else around her shook their heads.

“Heajin and I did our part.” the woman dressed in purple said defensively.

“So did Aaron and I,” one of the men on Anika’s right said more calmly, almost like he was trying to prove a point.

“I don’t care about what any of you did,” she looked them one by one in the eye. “I don’t want to hear you brag about how hard the task was for you, Aaron and Heajin. You two have always found everything challenging. I would normally be more forgiving, congratulate you even. But I can’t as long as this piece of absolute rubbish hasn’t dissolved.” Anika pointed to the notebook. “Understood?” she hit the table with her palm. The others did not flinch.

All of them nodded angrily, got up, and left the cafe in a rush. But it seemed as though their boss was not done talking yet. She scoffed, annoyed at the others’ behaviors, and vanished through the door after them.

Whatever you were expecting to happen today, was not this. The short discussion you had just overheard from your corner only brought more confusion. You had expected them to be a group of foolish wizards who want to rebel. But you had never expected them to be talking about real tasks. Rethinking everything now, you came to the conclusion that the situation was serious if Hermione Granger-Weasley sent her best two Aurors (and those had been her words) on a mission personally. She considered Ron one of the best too of course, but she would never risk his life if she could help.

It would make no sense for you to follow them. They would be back here the next day. Harry took out his wallet and put 15 pounds next to his cup on the table. He intertwined your fingers with his and got up as well. “Let’s go, love,” he said loudly enough, announcing that you were leaving now too.

Harry didn’t bother to look back at the cafe but you turned your head last second to see if anyone had a weird reaction to what had just happened. And you saw it sitting there. The small leather notebook was left in the middle of the table. No one seemed to take notice of the piece of rubbish being left behind. You squeezed Harry’s hand and he stopped just as he wanted to open the door and leave. You dragged him over to the table to make it less obvious.

“Look, babe, I told you there was a stain on the tablecloth on this one,” you said sweeping your hand over it and clenched your hand around the notebook. “It’s better that we sat over there.” Harry squeezed the hand that was still in his. He got your message.

You were panting hard as you threw the hotel door open. It was quite the work-out you got from running back here. Harry was behind you, locking it right back shut. You ran to the window and pushed it hard. Your whistle could be heard for miles probably. There was no time left to worry over your owl’s whereabouts as she was there in less than a minute.

She landed on your shoulder and bit your ear softly. “Good girl, Idiv.” you petted her grey head.

“y/n.” he shouted your name. “y/n, come here please!”

“What?” you turned around.

“We need to let Hermione know everything. As soon as possible. Get a quill ready.” he rushed you.

“Shouldn’t we read the notebook first?”

“Oh sure we will but we better start writing already and send Idiv on her way to the Ministry.”

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[piningeddiediaz]

I personally think Pynch anniversary is November 2nd because 1st is ronans bday and idk they kissed and all and probably talked through the night and i think it makes sense that the anniversary would be November 2 but thats just me. They’re basically together now for 1 yr and idk 1-2 months. Since they got together 1 yr before adam left and now it’s November/December again.

I have a question btw. Why do you think so many people seem to dislike Adam and/or Declan? I mostly am following pynch / Adam blogs but i see a lot of negativity too and idgi.

I personally like gansey and blue for example even tho they’re not perfect but actually no character is, not even adam even tho i love him dearly. But so much of the stoey happens bc of adam and idk…

Also I hate kavinsky apologists or people who say ronan had a crush on him wtf 😳 like. No. Kavinsky was disgusting and yeah maybe lost too but an asshole nonetheless. Ronan was already riding his crush on adam wave and he def wasnt interested in kavinsky except for the racing and dreaming convos ?! Sorry brain dump

yeah, I suppose that makes sense. depends on when you define their anniversary ig? is it an anniversary when you first kiss? when you admit feelings? when you officially declare you are together? I sure as fuck wouldn't know!

and oh boy, I have thought about why people hate Adam a lot and I think Adam perfectly described why in trb - "rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after its done." I can't speak for everyone, but it wasn't until end of trb/start of dream thieves that I started to like Adam. I liked gansey immediately, but barely skimmed over adam's chapters until we got to his "what do you want, Adam? to feel awake when my eyes are open" because suddenly I could understand with vivid clarity why I was so eager to not pay attention to Adam - it's because he is real. gansey, at least at the start, was not. he was from the get go established to be the typical male lead. handsome, popular, rich. he's privileged but tries to be humble (even when he fails at it), he tries to be a good friend (even tho sometimes he fails at it). gansey was presented to be the kind of protagonist we are all familiar with. we've seen him in nearly every piece of literature. but Adam? Adam is real. Adam is like the average person. he doesnt get to hope for a future, he has to make one. he understands this fact, perhaps more and way earlier than any other person might, and he wont let anything stand in the way. in trb it made him appear to be cruel, because when people read books about friendship they want it to be all or nothing. you would give up your life for your friend. you would give up everything for them. and so the audience, who are already naturally inclined to immediately go towards gansey, are frustrated at Adam because he's your friend! he just wants to help you! it's not until adam's arc ends that people really understand where Adam comes from, why adam does this. you cant give something to someone who has always had nothing and expect them to not think it doesnt come with strings attached. in the real world, it always does. and I think that is why adam's character arc hits all the more. I thought he was an interesting character from the start, but it wasn't until dream thieves, it wasn't until Adam had really really started his character development, that I finally understood. to me, personally, thinking too hard on adam's character was uncomfortable because then I would have to face the reality of life. liking gansey was safer, because he is the prince. the hero. the one you know is going to make it out in the end. the one you're supposed to like. but then Adam, who was supposed to be the side character in gansey's story, makes his own. he becomes the protagonist, takes charge of the story and the narrative - he doesnt just get the title of protagonist, he specifically makes it for himself. and honestly, I dont think adam's absolutely amazing spectacular character development hits as well if you didnt dislike him at the start because, Maggie makes sure you inevitably have an 'oh' moment where you realise that its been about adam parrish all along. its one of the main reasons why I will undoubtedly say Maggie Stiefvater is my favourite author - she is so good at manipulating her readers!

the same goes for declan, I think. we're not supposed to like him, because aside from that one pov he has, we only see him from the perspective of people who don't like him. I personally liked Declan right from the start, but I am in the minority because I know what its like to have to parent your shithead brother because your parents wont. but we were intended to not like declan until we finally saw his story from his pov in the dreamer trilogy. again, expert storytelling by mstief.

(tho if you still dont like declan and adam idk what to tell y'all. maybe reread the book with critical thinking skills?)

and yeah, I have to agree with you there. I have a lot of problems with a lot of things gansey and blue - especially gansey - do (more or less all of dream thieves??? I dont think I will ever forgive gansey for the car convo) but I cant say that makes me hate them exactly, because they are very complex characters.

and yeah dont even get me started on kavinsky. tbh I have his tag blocked and dont ever interact with any k posts. he was gross and disgusting and im glad he died.

[heyitsyn]

Oh God

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!! Part 2

a/n: hehe i wouldnt put ‘x haikyuu’ if manager y/n ends up with that certain character. youll just have to,,,, wait for the end 😏

he didnt want to lie but he had to so he could survive

hinata offered his hand to help him up and natsu winced at the scratches and the slight headache as he stood on his two feet

‘you okay?’

hinata asked and natsu nodded

‘yea, just a headache’

natsu tried to play it off as cooly as he could bc this must’ve been from the car hit before and he couldnt just say he got ran over by a damn car

‘where do you live? i can go and treat your wounds there’

natsu was about to respond but he remembers hes not in tokyo anymore and he cant just spout out his address

so he did the thing his mom told him to do whenever it was necessary

he lied

‘i-um,,,’

he fumbled for an excuse but he sighed to maintain the act

‘i got kicked out’

he mumbled and hinata had to make him repeat it twice because he said it so quietly

the tangerine boy gasped and held his arms

‘what?! why?!’

natsu sniffled

‘my dad,,,, he just,,, doesnt want me’

well, that was actually true

so a true statement could equal that lie, right?

thankfully, hinata bought it and he grabbed his arm to walk forward while his other was pushing his bike

‘i hit you with my bike so the least i could do is take you to my house and treat you!’

and that was what they did

natsu’s phone was dead even though he was sure he charged it from denki’s powerbank during practice but it remained its black screen no matter how many times he hit the power button

his surroundings was also something unfamiliar

his mother only kept him in tokyo and never took him to go visit her family because she was kicked out and had to go live with her auntie when she found out about him and his father refused to help her

‘so, sendai, huh?’

he mumbled and hinata looked at him confused

‘sounds like youre not from around here. where you from?’

‘t-tokyo’

he replied and saw hinata’s eyes brighten

‘oh?! you look like youre my age so you must have been in a high school in tokyo, right? what school?’

‘yuuei’

‘hah?! yuuei?! what is that?!’

natsu rolled his eyes and shrugged

‘a school’

hinata persisted though

‘do you know other schools?! any other school friends?! like nekoma?! or fukurodani?!’

natsu shook his head and he was supposed to be happy that he got to meet, even talk, to his idol yet his younger self was much more hyper than his mellowed out behavior on tv

‘i stick to my friends from yuuei’

‘but what are you doing all the way here?’

natsu’s throat dried up and he watched his feet kick the pebbles to distract him of his urge to just whine and throw a tantrum with the confusion from this mess

‘i dont know’

he choked out and he was so tired and confused and all he wants to do is cry in his mother’s arms like he used to but she doesnt even know he exists

hinata sensed the tension and sadness from the boy beside him and tried his best to stay quiet until they get home

to say his mom was angry was an understatement

‘SHOYO, DONT YOU KNOW TO WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING?!’

‘kaa-san i was so angry and bakageyama was yelling at me and hit me and-’

‘THAT DOESNT GIVE YOU AN EXCUSE TO RUN SOMEONE OVER!’

natsu sat there on their couch awkwardly watching the black-haired woman yell at the human tangerine

he coughed in impulse and she turned away from her son and went to sit next to the h/c boy

‘dear, im so sorry for my son and his terrible biking. i didnt catch your name when you entered, what is it?’

even hinata forgot to ask his name but thats such a hinata thing to do though

natsu froze

if he was to say his mother’s last name, it would raise suspicion that he might know her in this time period and izuku has shown him enough doctor who to show him what happens when he messes up in time

again, he lied

‘kiri,,,shima,,, natsu. kirishima natsu’

he inwardly apologized to eijirou for using his last name

mrs. hinata raised a hand to her mouth with a surprised gasp

‘oh! my daughter’s name is also natsu! natsu, dear! can you come here for a second?’

natsu heard soft sounds from the stairs and she shyly walked down 

‘come say hi’

she softly urged her daughter to come closer and the little girl ran to hide behind her older brother who gently smiled and held her hand

‘well, thats her. she just turned 10 a few days ago. look dear, kirishima-kun has the same name as you!’

she waved slightly and natsu felt his heart swell at the sight of the adorable little girl

his mother never really had time for relationships so he was an only child and never got to experience a sibling, only hearing the experience of having siblings from his friend, shouto

mrs. hinata placed a gentle hand on his arm to revert his attention back to her

‘shoyo told me what happened and im sorry that this is all happening to you’

he felt guilty at the sight of her sad eyes because this was all a lie but he knew if he told them the real reason, they wouldnt believe him

so he had to continue with the lie

‘everything was falling apart and i wanted to leave everything behind. so i just took the shinkansen to nowhere and ended up here’

mrs. hinata felt her heart tug because he was just a little boy and he was too young to experience this so she offered him something he shouldnt have agreed to but again, survival

‘you can stay with us in the mean time. our guest room has been collecting dust so you can live here’

‘what? no! i can’t!’

natsu instinctually turned it down because he hated people giving him charity

but the woman squeezed his arm to give him a smile

‘i will not allow a child to live in the streets because of something he couldnt help’

‘arent you worried youre inviting a total stranger in your home?’

but she gave him a knowing smile

‘im a mother. i can trust you, boy’

in exchange for board and food, he promised to get a part time job so he could pay her back and get out of their house as quickly as he could

shoyo led him to the bathroom upstairs so he could treat the wounds from the ground

natsu sat on the closed toilet seat while his literal idol was putting cream on his boo-boos

he still cant wrap his head with everything

maybe it was because he was so busy trying to come up with lies that he wasnt able to fully sit down and think about the fact that he just TRAVELED BACK IN TIME and could accidentally change it

‘shoyo, what year is it?’

he mumbled

‘2012′

he answered and natsu sighed but his head perked up

oh god

2012

thats a year away from 2013

the year he was born

that meant shoyo’s team manager was going to give birth to him next year

‘why? did you hit your head so far that you forgot?’

hinata joked but he paled when natsu didnt laugh

‘OH GOD DID YOU?!’

‘NO! AND STOP YELLING!’

natsu shouted, equally surprised

‘whew, thank god. again, im so sorry i hit you’

‘shoyo, dont worry about it, okay? im fine, i swear’

during dinner, mrs. hinata told him about his school situation

‘you can go to karasuno with shoyo. what year were you in?’

‘first’

‘perfect! shoyo is too so he could easily help you around the school!’

natsu nodded quietly, still out of it and his brain finally starting to accept this impossible reality

‘but i dont think i could help you with the entrance exams. im not the most-um-smartest, per se’

shoyo apologized but natsu already knew that

he was no extreme fanatic but he knew quite a lot about hinata shoyo, the player he watched during the 2021 olympics and the reason he started playing volleyball

natsu dreamed to join the msby jackals just like his idol did and eventually reach the national team like hinata did

it was during the olympics of 2021, he knew he wanted to be like him

this boy who sat next to him was the reason he came to love volleyball along with his other idol, oikawa tooru, from the argentina volleyball team after seeing that legendary match 

when oikawa hit that service ace, natsu wanted to be able to receive that

he was merely 8 and his neighbor, midoriya inko, was babysitting him and she placed him and her son who was his friend, izuku, in front of the tv where they watched the olympics match

‘someday, ill be someone great. ill be great like him’

he promised and from then on, he worked to achieve that goal 

‘natsu? hello?’

he was shaken from his thoughts as shoyo nudged him back to reality

mrs. hinata laughed

‘maybe you should head to bed early, dear. you must be tired after having a hard journey’

he nodded and was about to go and wash his dishes when she stopped him

‘no. go and sleep, ill take care of this’

‘i have to do my part in here, hinata-san. please, let me do this’

she finally agreed and he was scrubbing the plates when his mind wandered over to possible solutions on how he could go back

there was an episode that he watched with izuku that the character had to do something to go back

and he had a feeling that he would have to do the same thing

but what would that something be?

there had to be a reason he was thrown all the way in this time and it couldnt just be a coincidence that supposedly, this would be around the same time his mother would get pregnant

but who would it be?

he finished putting the plates on the drying rack and he felt really thirsty suddenly

opening the fridge, he found no water bottles and natsu had a very sensitive stomach so he couldnt drink tap water

his next favorite beverage was there and he pulled a glass from the cabinet

‘hinata-san, is it okay if i can have some milk?’

he called out and she shouted that it was okay

natsu poured the drink on his glass and started drinking it when hinata entered the kitchen and snickered at him

‘yknow, you remind me of my idiot teammate. none of my other friends drink straight milk except for him’

natsu placed the glass down and wiped his lips

‘chocolate milk make me sick and i hate the taste of flavoring in milk. but i just hate flavoring in general. except for gari gari popsicles, those are good’

natsu reasoned, watching hinata move across the room to get an apple

‘still ew. but come on! lets go to bed so i can show you around school early before practice tomorrow!’

natsu noticed his excitement by the way he bounced in place and he chuckled

it reminded him of his friends mina and denki

hinata led them both to his room so he could check his wounds again just to make sure

then something caught his eye

‘kirishima-kun you like volleyball?!’

that threw him off

partly because he wasnt used to being called by his friend’s last name

but also because of the question

‘huh? how do you know that?’

natsu asked, almost defensively

hinata shrugged

‘i saw your volleyball shoes in your bag’

hinata reasoned and excitedly pointed at them

‘you should play for us! im part of the team too! oh oh! what position do you play?!’

‘l-libero’

natsu stuttered out, slightly overwhelmed by hinata’s energy

hinata started circling him, inspecting his height and looking at him up and down

‘yanno, kirishima-kun, youre really tall. like much taller than the rest of my club. maybe not saltyshima but really!! youre so tall!!’

hinata whined in envy and natsu laughed

‘blame it on the paternal side of the family. my ma isnt really tall’

he laughs but then memories of his mother resurfaced and he suddenly felt gloomy, guilty, even, bc he doesnt know if time stopped there or it kept going and if so, shes probably worried sick

and he knew she was always one who blamed herself

hinata noticed his downcast expression and thought he probably remembers his dad and got sad since he got kicked out

so our baby sunshine freaked out and he frantically waved his hands around

‘oh no! gomen kiri-kun! gomen! i really didnt mean to make you think about him! gomen!!!’

he even bowed which surprised the h/c boy and made him stand back up

‘o-oi shoyo! dont! you didnt because i wasnt thinking about him!’

he fussed and patted hinata’s hair

‘i dont care about him. to be honest, there isnt much to think about’

he didnt think about what he said until he heard himself

natsu’s eyes widened, fearful of how hinata could take it but he flinched when the orange-haired boy’s eyes were filled with his own tears

‘OH NO!! KIRI-KUN!!!’

then launched another series of apologies and natsu had to calm him down

oh dear

it was early in the morning like 5 when hinata bursted into natsu’s room

the loud shout of shoyo made his eyes blink open and he groaned before turning to the side

‘come on, kiri-kun! we need to go to take your exam!’

‘nooooooooo’

‘yeeessssssss’

it was quite a battle for hinata to even just get natsu out of bed but he managed to bribe the latter with some milk bread from the bakery down the street

‘2′

natsu showed his two fingers and hinata sighed before nodding

‘yes. now go hurry so we can leave!’

dressed in his grey sweatpants and a yuuei sweatshirt, natsu cursed as he only has clothes good for 2 days and he didnt want to bother the hinatas so he was at a loss

mrs hinata bid the two boys good bye and natsu was yawning and dragging his body to walk while hinata was skipping over to his bike

then he finally realized the problem

he nervously looked at natsu and the taller boy didnt understand why he was looking at him that way

‘what?’

shoyo pointed at the bike and awkwardly smiled

‘uh,,, you see,,, i dont think youd,,, fit,,, at the back seat’

natsu shrugged

‘then ill bike. ive done it before’

he sauntered over to the bike and swiftly lifted his leg before testing out the brake handles

‘its good and better than mine back home’

‘a-are you-’

‘sit down, sho’

hinata gripped on to the back of natsu’s sweatshirt as he told him the directions to how to get to the school

natsu remembered watching an interview of hinata talking about his high-school life and he remembered the star player talking about his dedication to go to karasuno everyday for volleyball

and the boy couldn’t believe hes doing that right now, with his idol literally behind him, and driving to the legendary karasuno high school

from the jackals to the adlers and even some other teams like the frogs, natsu cheered for them

there was a memory of his mother sitting with him on their couch during one of her rare day offs as they rewatched the recorded copy of the olympics

it has become natsu’s favorite thing to watch

‘with great talent comes great hardships. people don’t become good overnight and i watched those people suffer through it all but look where they are now’

‘KIRISHIMA, WATCH OUT! COWS CROSSING!’

natsu was snapped out of his thoughts at hinata’s shout

then it morphed into pure and utter confusion

‘cows?’

shoyo laughed

‘since youre from the city, this must be a weird sight for you, huh? well, in the countryside, this happens a lot!’

but natsu didnt mind

in fact, he loved cows

he loved any farm animal in general

maybe it was his upbringing in the hustle and bustle of the city that he grew to love the countryside

shoto took him with his family to a trip to the country once and he remembered loving the smell of grass

they were able to do an activity in a farm where they worked in a rice farm and the peace and serenity was something he will always remember

his mother was lucky she grew up in a place like this

‘kiri-kun, ive been wanting to ask, how is your volleyball team in the city? are you a powerhouse?’

natsu felt pride bubble up in his chest

‘of course! we got second place in nationals!’

he boasted and blurted out before he could stop himself

then he felt fear

he shouldnt have said that because for all he knows, yuuei probably doesn’t exist at this time period

hinata had a different reaction and his eyes shone

‘WHAT?! WOAH! SO COOL! I HAVE TO TELL OUR CAPTAIN THAT WE’RE GETTING A POWERHOUSE STUDENT!’

‘uh-i-uh-’

natsu didnt know what to say because he had a feeling he definitely just did an oopsie

so he switched topics really quick to divert the attention away from his past

‘o-oi sho, once youre done being a pro volleyball player and stuff, we should have our own rice farm’

of course it was such a random idea but it distracted the orange boy

hinata shrugged

‘i mean,,, i have to be a pro first but i guess we can!’

‘hmm,,,, i dont think you have to worry about that’

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How about holding each other while slow dancing with Logicality please?

This one was a fun one, sorry that some angst sneaked into it at the very end, but that’s just a tiny little pinch. It’s also not the longest, but sometimes it’s better to just let the fic be the lenght it wasnts to be, you know? I hope you’ll like it!

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A dance

“Dance with me?”

Logan looked up from the book he was reading. Patton was standing in front of him, a small smile on his face which made the logical side smile as well. It wasn’t his usual smile, it was softer, his eyes holding so much warmth, when he was looking at Logan with that expression there was nothing he could do but be compelled to agree on the spot. That look always made him feel the same way a good cup of tea did on a cold rainy day.

At that point of his relationship with Patton he was forced to admit to himself that yes, that didn’t make any sense but also yes, it was exactly how that look felt when it was directed at him. At that point, he was okay with just “dealing with it”.

“Okay,” he answered simply.

Even though he trusted Patton, the fact that he didn’t know what brought this on made him grow uneasy. Emotions were so tiring, never stopping, always seeming to be the opposite that they should be. A nuisance that had to be addressed constantly, ignored constantly or distracted from constantly.

Just an inconvenience.

Patton took him by the hand, making him take a few steps away from the couch he was previously sitting on before placing the hand he was holding on his waist.

It was almost routine, Logan in the leading position even though long ago it started with Patton being the one to lead. Patton never liked to take the leading position from him, though, even if it was just an illusion. It was enough struggle to convince him to dance back then, and Patton’s intuition somehow knew that the other would not appreciate a hand on his waist.

Besides, Patton preferred to be held either way.

Sometime in his reminiscing, Logan picked up Patton’s other hand and started to gently sway them; with no music there to set the tempo, there was no reason to rush.

Once again, the way they moved was almost a routine. The slow sway, the gentle hold of their hands, the minimal space between them that soon became non-existent as minutes went on and their stance changed from a proper one to just holding each other.

The position felt safe now, even though it took a long time for it to lose the itchy feeling on Logan’s skin in the past (he tried to forcefully ignore it, not giving Patton enough credit with the way he could somehow sense that his partner was uncomfortable and he always moved away. To be entirely honest, to this day Logan has no idea how on earth he managed to do it in a way that didn’t made him feel like a bother for being touch-averse like that).

When Patton tightened his arms around his neck a bit more, Logan couldn’t help but smile gently and lean down a bit to rest his head on his shoulder.

He felt all the tension leave Patton’s body, almost making him fully in charge of keeping him upright.

Ah, so that is what this was all about.

They didn’t realise when they had stopped swaying and began to just simply hold each other, but it didn’t bother them. Patton started to gently tremble at some point, no sound leaving his mouth but tears still escaping his eyes and soaking into Logan’s shirt.

However long it took for him to calm down, it didn’t matter. All that did was that when he finally loosened his hold and stepped back, taking one hand off of Logan’s shoulder to wipe the remaining stains from his face, he smiled at him once more, his usual spark back in his eyes, even though the smile itself was just as soft as the one he gave Logan at the beginning of their interaction.

“Thank you, Logan”, he said and hugged him once more, this time only briefly.

And if his lips gently touched Logan’s cheek for the first time, well, there was no way to confirm that, so he could have just imagined it.

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Junkenstein's Legend

It isnt a secret that I like Overwatch. It isnt a secret that my favourite event is the Halloween event of Junkensteins revenge. It also isnt a secret that I get hyperfixated onto uncommon things or parts of things. So today, presented by my hyperfixating grey brainmatter, I bring you:

The Full Tale of Junkensteins Revenge

Or, you know, the The Full Tale of Junkensteins Revenge as Theorized by Pastelli During Sleepless Nights. Anyway, we shall start at the beginning!

(Everything in this story is theorized upon the tidbits of canon information from the game, the comics and details of skins, sprays and maps. You are entitled to disagree with my theorization and I will gladly take on any opposing theories if they are given to me with a constructive and positive vibe. I will also gladly have a chat with anyone who is interested in the subject or has ideas I hadnt considered. That being said, Enjoy!)

Chapter 1: The sad beginnings of a mad doctor and his first step onto the battlefield.

Doctor Jamison Junkenstein was a young lad who worked for the local Lord Reinhardt in a town of Adlersbrunn located in the outskirts of Black Forest. He was a brilliant mechanic, engineer and had no fear of working with electricity, hence he had gotten the job in the first place. While his social skills were limited and his fame in the town stained, he was a hard worker and a genius in his own field. At some point during his career, he got bored of the same old electricity and piping, and began to experiment in robotics. His first one was a crude little thing but he was proud of it, so he decided to continue on this path. He began to dream of building live automatons, creatures that could think and feel for themselves. Perhaps it was the fact that he yearned for someone to befriend whilst the townspeople mistreated and disrespected him for his oddities, or perhaps it was his pride towards his own intelligence. However it may be, he started spending more time upon making the automatons, "omnics" as he called them or "Zomnics" as they were later called by the townspeople for their ghastly slow movements. Lord Reinhardt was displeased by him giving his time to such silly things, even more so when Junkenstein came to his door to show them. Every time he made adjustments and showed them to the Lord, he waved the "useless trinkets" away, and everytime his already feeble fame deteriorated in peoples rumours. Madman, lunatic and fool were quickly becoming synonyms for his name. This only spurred him on in his quest to prove them wrong. The metal husks laying in his laboratory soon turned to dug up corpses, the wires he used to put inside turned to stitches on the flesh and what he couldnt understand in anatomy he changed into machinery. Soon he had a body, half organic half inorganic, and all he needed was to make it come alive. Bloodpumping didnt work. Watershocks didnt work. Exchanging the heart into a running motor didnt work. Atlast he tried using electricity to bring his creation to life, unsuccessfully. Junkenstein was exhausted, abused and even his trust in his skills had failed him. He was on the brink of quitting and burying that stupid project, until...

Witch of the Wilds appeared!

The Witch of the Wilds was a well known individual, feared by all near and far for her magic. It was rumoured she could turn coal into gold, make waterfalls run upwards and burn a castle with the flick of her wrist. She was also known from her coming to people at their darkest hour and offering a solution... for a price. And thats exactly what she offered Junkenstein, a solution to his problems; the spark of life. She only asked for a favor, one she would come collect in a nearby future and one that he couldnt refuse. He accepted. He had nothing to lose. Applying the spark of life onto his machine, he started the creatures heart and mind. There were a lot of things that went through its mind when it woke, curiosity and giddiness, but most importantly: Panic. In a furious frenzy it tore itself from its bindings and ran out, into the streets of Adlersbrunn. The townspeople, upon seeing the monster, immediately screamed, cried, yelled, attacked and fled. The monster had no sympathy for people so cruel as the baker who hit it or the children kicking its shins, so he let out his rage onto the masses. It was carnage.

Junkenstein was happy. He had succeeded! His monster was doing exactly what he wanted; avenging the years of societal neglect and bullying Junkenstein had gone through. Yet he had no control over the monster, and no idea how to get it to the Lords doorstep. A couple of hours of manipulating the routes and trying to get the monster where he wanted, he finally got to the door.... Only to find that while he was busy, so was the Lord. He had hired a few wanderers to protect him when he had heard of the happenings in the town. An old soldier searching for a fight, an alchemist practizing her talent, an archer running from the past and a gunslinger hunting for easy money. Only four they were against the doctor, his monster and his minions, and against the Witch of the Wilds and her fearsome ally; a cursed pumpkinheaded man by the name of Reaper. And only four they were who beat him, leaving his corpse battered onto the rocktiles of the yard. His monster was perished, the Witch had fled and the Reaper had gone with her. The wanderers went inside to claim their prize.

Chapter 2: How to tame a monster and revive a doctor.

As the wanderers left the scene, Witch of the Wilds saw her chance to do her work. She quickly used the spark of life to revive Junkenstein, giving his bruised flesh some tidying up whilst doing it, and watched as he sat up. Safe to say, he was pissed to have lost. He wanted to charge right back into fight, but was stopped by the Witch. She managed to make him change his mind, to wait for a year and build his army before trying again, and give her some time to get allies. Gathering what he could of the broken zomnics, Junkenstein found the corpse of his monster and decided to take it back to his lab for revival. He wasnt sure if the creature would run out again or stay, but he wanted to still show the town that he could make something living. This time, when rising from the cold metal table, the monster sat still and stared at Junkenstein. During the fight it had noted that the doctor didnt attack him, even defending him from the attacking gunslinger. It decided to stay near him, for no other reason than that it trusted him. Junkenstein was thrilled to have a friend, even if it did smell of decay a bit.

11 months went by in peace. The town healed, forgot about the incident and, assuming that the wrecked corpse of a homeless man was Junkensteins, buried the past with it. Meanwhile the doctor had other things to think about. He had built an army of zomnics, had tamed the monster and befriended it, had taught it to speak a little and had served the Witch on a few occasions. On some days he still liked to venture into town to see how life was going there. At one point he had almost forgiven the town, before he had come to learn of a new game for the children based after the mocking of his person. Thats when his short temper blew into pieces and he jumped to make an announcement in the middle of the town. He raged, mocked, spat at the townspeople, before revealing his identity and announcing that all of them would perish under his boot. Seeing a dead man back from the grave gave quite a scare to the town, making them panickedly run to the local Lords. They decided that a meeting was to be held to consider this new threat. Some voted to kill Junkenstein again, yet it was deemed to be an ineffective solution due to him coming back the last time. Some voted to trap him and enslave him for the rest of his days, but it was a futile idea for someone like him to be trapped. He would just squirm his way out like the vermin he was. It was decided that Adlersbrunn was to be evacuated. All people were to be gathered into Lord Reinhardts castle, to have few protectors stay behind until they could safely escape. Lord Reinhardt sent word to three people in order to get protection for this event. A Countess from a family of Hunters that had shut herself from the world. An old friend of the Lord who traveled the world, hunting dragons. And a Monk with his Apprentice, answering to a higher calling than human.

Meanwhile the Witch of the Wilds was gathering her allies, having gotten an interesting offer from a dragon in the Black Forest. The dragon offered to lend one of their servants the powers of a dragon and give that servant into the Witches hands for the battle. The Witch was intrigued but suspicious, so she asked what the dragon wanted in return. Nothing. It wanted the greater good and it knew that the Witch wanted that too. Adlersbrunn was filled with people and people were filled with fears of the unknown. The Black Forest was filled with the unknown, and therefore they were hunted. Silver bullet battles, witch burnings and burials of the undead had plagued the creatures of the forest for long enough, and it was time for the people to leave them alone. If not by peace, then by force. Junkenstein was a great tool for the Witches cause, but she still needed more power, therefore she agreed to take the servant of the dragon onto the battlefield as her ally.

Chapter 3: Junkensteins Revenge 2, Electric Boogaloo

The fight happens almost the same as last, but this time the tables have turned. The wanderers struggle to keep up with the Summoners dragonfire blasts, the bombs lobbed by Junkenstein and the gunfire from Reapers guns. While they dont win the fight, they manage to hold them off just enough time for the townspeople to flee far away from Junkensteins grasp. Instead of a petrified Lord, Junkenstein is greeted by an empty castle. At first he seems gleeful, running to hop on the throne. Once he sits down and looks around, he bursts into tears. After all these years of pain, he doesnt even get his revenge. He doesnt get to have his victory even at his brightest moment. The monster tries to comfort its creator, succeeding just to quiet him enough for the Witch to speak. Its time for the favor he owes her.

Before, she wanted him to leave the town as well, but seeing how he was alone already she wanted something else. She wanted him to be a guardian for the black forest. No town would ever become of Adlersbrunn ever again and no one would step a foot into Black forest while the doctor was alive, to ensure that the creatures could live in peace.

He accepted, as he was to do, and remained the only human left.

Chapter 4: The time that we dont speak too much about because honestly nothing happens

Some hundred years passed in quiet. Adlersbrunn collapsed and became ruins of what it once was. Junkenstein guarded the forest and helped the creatures inside it, at one point building a bride for his monster. (Nothing too much is said about what happened to her or where she went) The monster learned and lived, helping Junkenstein with his work. Due to both of them having been revived with the spark of life, they had become immortal. (Unless killed) Witch of the Wilds passed peacefully after a long life. Reaper found his head and his curse was lifted. Life was good.

Chapter 5: Junkenstein of Eichenwalde

One day Junkenstein realizes that where Adlersbrunn once was, is now something new. People have come and started building a town, so he disguises himself and goes to investigate. These people have migrated here from the north, calling this place Eichenwalde, and seem to be very nice. They offer him food and water, the kids want to play with him and the grown ups tell stories of the North to him. He doesnt see an issue with them coming here to stay, since they seem nice and the forest has few creatures left to protect. When a little girl tries to run into the woods, Junkenstein holds her back and tells her not to go. Intrigued, the little girl asks why. The doctor starts telling about monsters and creatures to scare the kids, but they are more interested in hearing his ghost stories, so he obliges to tell them one. He tells about a mad scientist who created a monster and how the monster now lurks in the woods. The kids are excited and the adults think of it as a great legend. It becomes a habit for Junkenstein to come into the town to tell ghost stories to kids. One day, when its Halloween, he notices a difference. The town has changed their style into old fashioned clothes, their mechanical cars to wooden carriage and posters of a fake Mad scientist and a Monster litter the walls. The kids are playing as the characters from his stories and running around with mouths filled with candy. The legend has come into a tradition of a reenactment.

One day, a man arrives into the town, and raises some questions in Junkenstein. The man looks like the Lord. Speaks like the Lord. Walks like the Lord. Has the same mannerisms as the Lord. He even introduces himself as Reinhardt to the disguised Junkenstein. The Lord escaped. It would make sense for him to have started again somewhere else. This could be his descendant, without knowledge of the legend. Who would want such an odd story to be passed down to their descendants? Who would even believe it? Junkenstein keeps an eye on the man and, even when he leaves, the monster follows him for a while. It doesnt seem like he is a threat of any kind. The life goes on in Eichenwalde, with Junkenstein telling stories and living his life with the monster. Every year his story is celebrated in front of him, without any idea that it is truer than any other tale told.

The End.

It took me 3 hours to write this down and I know it starts showing at the end. Also, there are still some mysteries in the story that have absolutely no canon to even start theorizing from. (Aka The Sombra Situation. Theres literally only one spray and a skin where she is linked in any way.)

Also, some very fun theories that I didnt know how to incorporate into the story are:

McCree gets bitten by a werewolf after the first fight

The first fight is the original Junkensteins revenge-gamemode. The second fight is the Endless gamemode.

Canonically the countess killed the Monks master, and I like to think its because of this they lost. They couldnt trust eachother.

When Summoner is close by the air gets heated.(Almost Canon. It is implied in voicelines)

Junkenstein is implied to be so chatty that he keeps talking/laughing during the fight

The Countess is from a family of Vampire hunters, who was bitten by a vampire and was ashamed. The reason she joins the battle is to honor her familys name and hunt for one last time.

It took me 3 separate days to research the canon elements, put them onto a paper and theorize around them and now I finally got this written down in here.

If you are interested in the notes I have, here you can read them: (Mostly in english, but might have some finnish words in there)

Now go my children! Hyperfixate onto this and share my pain!

(Also I would appreciate that if you take this theory and post it somewhere else, that you would credit me and tell your friends I said Hi!)

[veliusthewanderer]

Louis and Roger on Afghanistan

In my last post, I introduced two fictional characters, Louis and Roger, who are on opposite sides of the political spectrum. Louis is a progressive, liberal Democrat and Roger is a by-the-book diehard MAGA conservative. I had thought that it would be some time before I put these two into a debate, but the situation in Afghanistan has changed dramatically-- Roger: Damn Biden. We should be crushing the Taliban once and for all! Already ISIS is establishing a base in that godforsaken country. VTW: Roger, you're not allowed to just interrupt me when I'm trying to set up the debate. Roger: Why you're even bothering is unknown. You've been nothing but a Commie toadstool since 2012 and likely longer. Louis: Mr Robertson, its still rude to interrupt. Please allow our host to finish and open the floor for debate. *Watches as Roger folds his arms across his chest and huffs* VTW: As I was saying, the situation there has changed dramatically. The Taliban have begun celebrating the withdrawal of US troops-they would likely call it a retreat-and Biden will soon give an address explaining the situation. While this address has yet to happen, I would like to open the floor to discuss the ramifications for Afghanistan, America, and the overall war on terrorism. Now, since Roger interrupted my opening, the first exchange will begin with Louis. Louis: I feel as though no matter how its explained, no matter how logical it is, the Right will simply go on their propaganda networks and Twitter and Facebook and decry the decision as being Biden's fault. As my colleague has just demonstrated, the Too-Far-Right will immediately start calling for Biden's impeachment. Roger: That;s because he NEEDS to be impeached! How many Afghan translators and their families, not to mention the Americans still in that country have been left behind! Biden has committed a grave injustice and he should be made to pay for it! Louis: You'd impeach Biden for your buck teeth Roger: HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT MY TEETH! VTW: Gentlemen, settle down and get back to topic Louis: I'm sorry. VTW: Roger, do you think the Right will call for impeachment of Biden? Roger: If they dont, they're RINOs! Marjorie-Taylor-Greene and Lauren Boebert should lead the charge to get Biden out of office. Louis: And you propose Trump return? Roger: HELL YEA! He's the only one could can clean up the mess Biden's causing. Louis: Never mind that Trump made the devil's deal with the Taliban without consulting the Afghan provisional government...a government we supported for 20 years. Roger: Ahh, you accuse us of trying to distort the facts, yet here you are trying to do the same thing. Trump did NOT do a deal with the Taliban! VTW: To be fair, he did invite them to Camp David, and I highly doubt it was for a summer vacation. Nearly all the Republicans supported that move. Louis: And those same Repubs are now attacking Biden for following up on what Trump had started at Camp David, along with Pompeo. There's photographic proof. Roger: Bull! That's doctored up. That wasnt Pompeo it was the guy who was Secretary of State during Obama's presidency. VTW: Moving on, what do you think is the future of Afghanistan now that the Taliban are back and the US is out? Louis: It remains to be seen. They say they wish to be more respectable in terms of the treatment of women, but past experience has shown that the hardliners among the Taliban will push to enforce Islamic Law again. Its why many Afghans are trying to leave the country. I suspect in some point in the future, we will likely return in force becaise of ISIS-K and the likelihood of an alliance with the Taliban. Roger: Mark my words, we WILL be back. And I say this time we need to get the job DONE. Turn that country into a colony of America, take their oil, crush their drug trade, liberate their women and Christianize the whole lot of them! Louis: If Buddhism couldnt survive in Afghanistan, what makes you think Christianity would fare better? Roger: We do what the Spanish used to do with the Natives....convert or die. There will be NO

other options. VTW: That's getting into a whole different topic and this is also veering into an area I never went to even when I raged on the GOP. Roger: You have no balls, that's why. VTW: You and I will have to have a talk after this, about proper behavior. Okay, my last question for whoever is brave enough to take it is, does this situation bring about a setback in the overall war on terrorism, and if so, how bad a setback? Roger: Hello?? Can you say 9/11?? How do you think Al-Qaida launched those attacks on us that day? The Taliban gave them aid and comfort! ISIS-K is wanting to do the same thing, and the Taliban have yet to show us they're dedicated to keeping terrorists out. Biden's folly will bring about another, more lethal terror attack on US soil, maybe this time using bioweapons or nukes. Louis: I do agree this is a setback, but we still have allied nations close to the country with airbases. We're still engaged against Al-Qaida and ISIS. While it is possible that ISIS-K will get a foothold in Afghanistan now that we're gone, if the Taliban remember nothing else, they'll remember what happened the last time they sheltered a terrorist group within their borders. Even the hardliners in the Taliban would not wish to invoke the wrath of America yet again when they've seen our troops off just moments ago. VTW: Thank you both for a spirited discussion. And a reminder that just because I host these two gentlemen does not mean I have left blogging behind. I will continue my own rants as things happen. So until they do, I wish you all a good day.

[itachi-uchiha-deserved-better]

Gai strained against the rubble in the doorway trying against all odds to hope that the house he was about to search hadn't become yet another tomb in the destroyed remains of Konoha. It was getting hard, even for someone as optimistic as him, to continue to expect more survivors to emerge from wherever they had been trapped. It had a little over a week since the fight against pein had destroyed the village, but there was still so much if it to search and not neatly enough extra hands to search it all fast enough.

Gai had been pulling triple shifts on the search parties to try and pick up some of the extra weight on the search teams shoulders, but Kakashi had threatened to have Gai forcibly sent to the makeshift hospital if he didnt give himself some time to rest. So now he was down to double shifts and he refused to stop until they were sure all of Konoha had been cleared.

He hoped to find living people, some injured, some just scared and hungry from days trapped in collapsed buildings.

He expected to find bodies. Even with Pein's reanimation, people who had come back to life half crushed wouldn't survive long and without water more people would die alone in the dark.

What he didnt expect was the thing he found when the large chunk of rock that was blocking the entrance to the house finally gave.

Or rather the person he found.

Sitting in the remains of the kitchen, legs crossed, eyes up watching him carefully.

Itachi Uchiha.

Gai leapt back away from the door, his gaze dropping away from the Uchiha's face, those dangerous eyes, and his body instinctively slipping into a fighting stance.

He waited for a blow that never came. Itachi didnt so much as move a muscle.

"Might Gai...it's been a while."

His voice was deeper than what Gai remembered. He must have been 18 by now. If he'd been skilled enough to wipe out the whole Uchiha clan single handed at 13, Gai could only imagine how much more deadly Itachi would be now.

He needed to strike hard and fast if he had a hope of surviving, a hope of getting back to Kakashi. He had to get back to Kakashi.

Still carefully avoiding Itachi's eyes, Gai opened the first three gates and felt power, energy and strength rush through him.

Itachi didnt move. Didnt stand. Didnt even speak. Was he that sure of himself? That sure that he could stop Gai before Gai had a chance to cut him down?

It felt off. Gai scanned Itachi's body. Noted a rapid, pained breathing, dried blood on his clothes. Was he injured? Or was that the blood of the citizens of Konoha.

For Itachi to show up so soon after Pein's attack was too much of a coincidence to dismiss.

"Your not going to kill anyone else, Itachi. As the leaf's blue beast it's my duty to stop you here and now."

Still Itachi didnt move, "you're right."

Gai gathered himself, his courage, swearing that he wouldn't lose this fight. If anyone stood a chance here, to stop Itachi before he could sow more devastation, it was Gai.

Itachi's words registered late.

"Y-your not? Hey now what kind of trick is this? Stand up so I can fight you!"

Finally Itachi moved, but it was just to shift in his chair to find a more comfortable position.

"No."

Gai frowned. He didnt know what to make of this. Kakashi might have. Or Shikaku or Shikamaru. All he knew was that Itachi was one of the most wanted rogue ninja of the hidden leaf, a mass murderer.

It must be a trick. That was the only answer. Gai wouldn't fall for it. He raised his fist and started a charge.

He expected Itachi to move out of the way. Expected him to launch a counter attack. Expected him to do something. But as Gai rushed in Itachi just bowed his head. Seconds before he impacted, when it was clear Itachi really wouldn't raise a hand to defend himself, Gai changed the angle of his blow, instead connecting with the wall of the house and coming to a stop with his arms up to protect himself from falling debris.

Once the house settled again, Gai turned to face Itachi again.

This time he really looked at him. He hadn't been spared from the falling rubble. A fresh line of blood trickled down from a new gash on his temple. His head was still bowed, eyes closed. His skin was pale, his face sallow and gaunt. It was strange, so far removed from the bright young man he'd thought Itachi to be before-

"Why didn't you strike?"

"I wont harm an opponent who wont defend themself." It was one of his rules, something he would never compromise on.

"That didnt stop me." the words should have been intimidating, a stark reminder of what Itachi was capable of. But the way he said it caught Gai off guard. There wasnt any darkness in the words, just a blatant admission of fact.

"No. It didnt."

***

Itachi wasnt sure if he was trying to provoke Gai into launching another attack at him or if he was just tired of denying what had happened.

He'd heard someone moving rubble outside the house he had found to take shelter in. He'd assumed it was another root agent. Not that it mattered. He could hardly stand, much less run.

When Gai had pulled the rocks aside, Itachi had made his decision that this was where he stopped running. Of all the people who might have caught him, he was thankful it was Gai. He'd always held Gai in extremely high esteem and it was leaps and bounds from being taken down into Danzo's root headquarters deep beneath Konoha where he would likely never see daylight again.

"Why are you here, Itachi."

Itachi could hear the struggle in Gai's voice. A conflict in Gai between the desire to take down a dangerous enemy and whatever it was in him that had made him pull his strike.

"The roof fell in while I was sleeping." He knew it wasnt the answer that Gai was looking for, that Gai's question had nothing to do with why he was in this specific building, but Itachi was also honestly too tired to care. He pulled his knees to his chest and rested his forehead against them.

Silence. No footsteps, so he knew Gai hadn't moved.

"If you aren't sure about fighting me, then you can call the ANBU. They'll thank you for handing them such a high value target."

"An S ranked rogue shinobi." Gai said flatly.

Itachi nodded.

"A clan killer."

Itachi nodded again.

"A heartless, cold blooded murderer."

Itachi sat limply.

"Why are you here, Itachi."

Itachi sighed, "I'm tired. Are you going to attack me?"

"I told you, I wont fight someone who wont defend himself. Will you fight?"

Itachi breathed as deeply as the pain in his chest allowed.

"No. I'm done fighting. I've spilled too much blood and I wont spill any more."

Itachi heard a soft scraping of fabric and he opened his eyes a sliver. The green blurry shape was now sitting across from Itachi, his own legs crossed, facing Itachi.

"Why are you here?"

"Why do you care what my answer is? What will it change?"

Another beat of silence. But when Gai's answer did come, it surprised Itachi.

"Maybe nothing. But the Itachi I remember and the Itachi that sit before me do not strike me as the monster who slaughtered the Uchiha. Maybe you are that. But if you aren't, isnt it worth the chance that what you have to say might change something?"

This time it was Itachi's turn to let the silence linger.

He was done running. He was done fighting. It was time for Itachi to face his truth and let the rest of the world deal with him how they saw fit.

"It's a long story." Itachi warned.

"Then I suppose you ought to start."

***

When he was done, Itachi suggested that Gai blindfold him. He suggested Gai bind his hands and feet too, but Gai had refused, insisting that he believed Itachi, that he trusted Itachi. He agreed to the blindfold with the knowledge that it would prevent immediate action by the remaining uninjured jonin as Gai helped Itachi back to camp.

Gai hoisted Itachi, who was too weak to stand on his own power, and slung the young man's arm across his strong shoulder.

As soon as Gai was sighted there were shouts for a medic. Those shouts died as Gai and Itachi came closer and people began to recognize him past his loose hair hanging around his face and his eyes covered. A heavy silence fell over the camp at the center of the rebuilding process. Itachi didnt need to see to feel the massive amount of chakra around him and feel the stares of hundreds of Konoha ninja and civilians.

"Where is Lord Fifth?"

"Thats-"

"Where is Lord Fifth!" Gai roared at whoever had spoken.

"She's in the hospital tent. There was an incident."

"Danzo" Itachi mouthed the word. It was just like him to take advantage of a time of crisis in the village.

"Then find me Kakashi. Go."

Itachi let his mind tune out the mindless buzz of the camp as Gai directed someone to bring the Jonin together. His fate would be decided soon, based on the truth. The whole truth.

For better or worse, Itachi was home.