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loveinhawkins · 2 years ago

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Part 1

Steve had thought he already knew what delirium meant—remembers laughing hysterically in a Russian bunker with little say as to what bullshit came streaming out of his mouth.

But this is different. At least back then, the haze of the drugs made the pain temporarily float away, let him drift off into some form of blissful ignorance.

Now he feels it all. He’s hyperaware, can pinpoint each and every source of agony lancing through him; can even pick out the fact that the cut on his hand still throbs, the tar-like mud of The Upside Down stuck under his fingernails.

Sometime after he had fallen, the bats stopped coming. He doesn’t know why. Maybe they’ve had their fill. Maybe there’s nothing more of him left to take.

Sound comes to him as if filtered through a megaphone, loud and echoing. He hears a series of swears, yelling. Panting. The crash of a bicycle being thrown to the ground.

Eddie.

The words come pouring out, quicker even than the blood leaving him, a desperate chanting.

“Dustin, Dustin, Dustin—”

“He’s okay,” Eddie says. His face comes into view, pale and drawn, slick with sweat. No blood though, Steve thinks. No blood on him. That’s good. “He’s okay, you hear me? I didn’t leave him alone; the girls, they’ve—they’ve got him. Hey. Hey, Harrington, eyes on me. Dustin—he’s gonna be all right, man, I stopped the bleeding.”

“Good,” Steve gets out. I knew you could, I knew you could, you’re fucking incredible. “S’good. Hey, Eddie, he’s—think he’s gonna be really upset, ‘kay?”

“What do you—”

“But he has you,” Steve says. He hates the fact that his voice is slurring. If he can’t speak, how else is Eddie supposed to know that… “He has—you’ll help him, right? You can… play D&D, an’…”

Eddie’s laugh splits through the air. It sounds something like grief.

“Harrington, that’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

“No, it’s not,” Steve insists. There’s blood in his mouth, in his throat; he tries to swallow without choking, to talk around it. “It’s—you make him happy, Eddie. Don’t you know? You make him s-so damn happy.”

“Shut up.”

Eddie’s breathing has an odd, thick sound to it, and Steve realises with a distant wonder that he’s crying. Crying over him. What a strange thing…

A series of sharp claps cut through everything; Steve blinks, can’t remember his eyes closing to begin with.

Eddie’s face is suddenly very close. His lips are shaking.

“Wake up. Now you’re gonna fucking listen to me, Steve Harrington. We didn’t go through all of this fucking bullshit, just for it to end here, you understand? I said, do you understand?”

“Are you mad at me?” Steve breathes. A far-off part of him insists that this is such a silly thing to ask, but he can’t help it. Everything hurts, and he has a sudden, awful burst of clarity: that he doesn’t want to die thinking that Eddie hates him. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

Eddie’s face crumples. “No, Steve,” he says haltingly, like he’s trying so hard to keep his voice from breaking. “I’m not mad at you. J-just. Scared.”

And then for a terrible moment, Eddie disappears. Steve tries to turn his head to search for him, but he can’t—

The sound of someone retching.

Oh, Steve thinks. Oh, it’s because of me.

“H-hey. Hey, Eddie, it’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t look.”

He hears Eddie spit harshly.

“Jesus Christ, stop talking, Harrington.”

And then Eddie is right there again, his hands just hovering, not touching.

“Steve,” he whispers, but Steve gets the feeling that he isn’t actually talking to him, not really. “God, I don’t��don’t know what to do.”

“You’re back,” Steve says, almost dream-like, and when Eddie laughs, this time it’s a pretty sound.

“Yeah, I’m back. Like a bad penny.”

“No,” Steve murmurs, feels like he’s floating somewhere—feels perhaps that he shouldn’t be, but he can’t help it. “You’re beautiful.” Eddie’s eyes soften, and that probably should be a nice sight, Steve thinks, except for the fact that, for some reason, Eddie also looks like his heart is breaking.

There’s something soft being wrapped tightly around his hand, and it stings, but that’s okay, because when Steve glances down, he can discern just enough to see that it’s Eddie’s bandana.

And it’s a nice thought, that he can still feel this. Can still feel something of Eddie’s trying to heal him.

“Right, big guy, up and at ‘em.” Eddie’s hand in his, the clack clack clack of the metal rings.

Oh, he’s shaking, Steve thinks.

Then he realises what Eddie’s planning to do.

“Eddie, m’sorry, can’t—can’t walk, jus’—”

“Shut up,” Eddie says again. “I’m gonna carry you.”

“But that’s—s’too much. M’too heavy.”

“No,” Eddie says simply. “C’mon, on three.”

But Eddie’s a liar and moves him on two. That’s all right, Steve thinks. He knows that kind of trick, knows that Eddie’s pulling out all the stops for him.

Doesn’t stop him from screaming, though.

“God,” Eddie whispers, and Steve already knows this isn’t for him to hear, but he can’t shut it out. “Fuck, I think I’m killing you.”

You couldn’t, Steve wants to say. Wants to tell Eddie not to worry. You couldn’t ever hurt me.

But he can’t stop screaming.

“S’too much,” he moans.

“No, come on,” Eddie says. He’s straining, still walking. Not giving up. “Hey, Steve, just a few more steps. We’re almost home.”

Oh, you liar, Steve thinks. Wants to smile. Wants to cry. You beautiful, beautiful liar.

“S’too much,” he says again, and he hopes Eddie gets what he means, this time. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god,” Eddie says, and there’s a whine in there that hurts—like Eddie’s crying again. “Steve, don’t—hey, just keep talking to me. Don’t—please.”

Another step. Eddie tugs, pulls him closer and—

Steve gasps, feels a tear, right through the centre of him, through all of him, hears a dreadful scream—

And then nothing at all.

#goddamn i knew this would happen lol 3 parts then???#the universes in which steve is self-sacrificing are never ending #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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yasmindifference · 1 month ago

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👀🎃🔥 trick or treat? ÓwÒ 🍬🍫🍭

happy halloween, i hear you like werewolves 👀

For as long as he can remember, Jason's greatest fear has been his wolf.

He knows he's crossed more than a few lines in his day, has let his temper lead him into bad choices, but all of that? Was still rational. Even blinded by rage, he's never stopped thinking.

The monster within doesn't think. It doesn't reason. It doesn't have morals or emotions or a goddamn brain. It's a big, violent brute, and if it ever escapes the containment spells he hides behind every full moon, there's no telling what damage it might do.

Ever since he was a kid, he's been having nightmares about the wolf--about waking up the morning after to find he's slaughtered his mom, his friends, Bruce or Alfred or Dick.

Tim's taking center stage in those nightmares these days. Jason's had dozens of them since they got together, horrible dreams of waking to Tim's blood on his hands, in his teeth.

In all this time, it's never once occurred to him to fear being on the other side of things.

"Okay, Tim," he says carefully. "It's okay. It's just me."

The growling doesn't stop. There's no recognition in Tim's beautiful blue eyes. Just pure, animal instinct.

Fuck. Fuck.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, baby," he tries. "And the asshole who did this to you is dead. Everything's fine. You're safe."

The asshole who did this was a half-assed sorcerer with half-assed magic. The so-called werewolf spell gave Tim the ears and the tail, the claws and the fangs, and apparently wiped his reason away, but that's it. Tim might be half-crouched, keeping low to the ground like a real wolf, but his spine didn't change with the spell.

(Neither did his vocal cords; his throat's gonna be killing him after all this growling.)

(Also, if the situation weren't so dire, Jason'd be real fucking offended by this shit being called a werewolf spell when it didn't even give Tim a fucking snout. Stupid Hollywood bullshit.)

That doesn't mean he's not showing some wolf-like body language. In addition to the crouching, his tail is stiff and his ears flat against his head. Could be that's a lack of control, given he's not a real wolf.

Or it could be that the behavior's instinctual, and Tim's just as scared as his body language is screaming.

"Everything's gonna be okay, Tim," he tries again. "Okay? The spell will wear off in a few hours and we can go home. It's fine. You're okay."

Tim bares his sharper-than-usual teeth. Not good.

Jason knows he can take Tim out, but can he do it without hurting him? Can he do it without losing his grip on his own wolf, which even now is stirring beneath his skin, unhappy with the clear challenge Tim is issuing?

If that very dead jackass hadn't cast a containment spell, Jason could run. He could lead Tim on a chase straight to his nearest safehouse with its carefully warded room designed to hold a werewolf.

As it is, he's trapped. Here, with a Tim with claws and fangs and not a single drop of recognition in his eyes.

"You're safe," he tries one last, fruitless time, and Tim lowers his head and lunges.

Jason swears and tries to dodge, but it turns out he's been too focused on Tim and not the fucking containment spell, because like a goddamn rookie, he bounces off a boundary he hadn't realized he'd backed up too.

Tim hits him full force, knocking him down flat on his back.

Fuck. Fuck.

He gets his arms up in time to hold Tim back, keeping those fangs away from his throat, but it's a close thing. And he can't fucking grapple with another wolf without losing his grip on his own.

His wolf would kill Tim. He can't let that happen.

And while he'd gladly die rather than hurt Tim, he's spent his whole life fearing waking up to find he's slaughtered someone he loves. He can't inflict that on Tim.

There's a way out of this. He knows there's a way out of this. If his fucking wolf would chill and stop fighting him, just give him a second to think, he knows he could find a way out.

But Tim and Jason's wolf are fighting him in equal measure, and there's no time to fucking think.

"Tim," he wheezes, breathless from the struggle and the impact with the floor. "Tim, it's me. It's Jason. I don't wanna--fuck!"

Whatever's going on in Tim's head, he's figured out the claws. He lashes out and Jason has no choice but to release his shoulders to catch his wrists, to protect his own from being sliced open--but that just frees Tim to lunge forward and lock his fangs around Jason's throat and--

--and freeze?

Jason's frozen, too. Tim's wrists in his hands, Tim's teeth just barely pressing into his skin, his entire brain screaming that he can't hurt Tim, and his wolf rolling under his skin, distracting him. Tim wouldn't have gotten his fangs this close if Jason's stupid wolf wasn't fighting him so hard.

As it is, his wolf really does not like having fangs this close to their neck. It takes everything Jason's got to keep his own from sprouting. He can't move, not even to take advantage of Tim's sudden stillness.

Tim makes a strange noise. Something that wants to be a canine vocalization, probably, but again: wrong vocal cords.

Slowly, Tim leans back and then right back in. This time nose first instead of teeth first. He pushes his nose right into the crook of Jason's neck and...sniffs.

And again. And again.

And then he...well, he yips. Like a puppy.

Tim's ears unflatten. His tail wags.

And he pulls away from Jason's neck to lick him across the face.

...Okay then.

Tentatively, Jason loosens his grip on Tim's wrists. Tim snuggles in close and rubs his head against Jason's, making another little not-quite-vocalization and licking his face again.

"Gross," Jason says, but he's too light-headed with relief to actually protest. "Okay. Okay. You remember me, Tim?"

In answer, Tim licks him again. Which has no right to feel as gross as it does, really, considering how they've both done their share of licking (and sucking) in bed, but--come on. There is a lot of saliva on Jason's face right now.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he says. He rubs Tim's back with one hand and wipes his face with the other. His heart's still racing. "I take it you remember me now."

Tim sniffs him happily, which, yeah, makes sense. Wolves rely on their sense of smell a lot, and they've been living together for months. Jason smells like himself and like Tim and like their den, all their mixed up scents of gunpowder and lemon and cedar.

Thank fuck Jason didn't put on his scent-blocking leathers today. He usually saves them for close to the full moon, when the wolf starts to show in his scent, but he's been known to wear them on other nights when he's in a hurry and they're the first thing he lays hands on.

He can't believe this night having a happy ending hinged on which jacket he chose on his way out the door.

Tim's tail is still wagging. He nuzzles his face back into Jason's neck.

It's kind of adorable. Still...

"Okay, stop wiggling," he says after a minute. "You're half a werewolf right now, have some fucking dignity."

In response, Tim licks him again.

happy halloween! 🎃👻🦇 i’ve decided to use this prompt generator for every ‘trick or treat’ i get. this prompt was Uh oh! These two idiots got themselves trapped together. i hope you enjoyed! ♡♡

#jaytim #jaytim fic #yasminfic #meme response #ragnarokhound

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miimo96 · 4 months ago

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Thoughts on My Adventures with Superman S2 FINALE

This has me kinda scared because Normally when this happens, it usually means 2 thing's; 1 this is either going to be Very long episode or 2, Somebody's going to die, and with the way the creator's have been teasing us with Tweets about Kara's demise, I'm guessing it's the ladder, and if that's the case WTF DC

Also if had a nickel for everytime that a Giant spaceship threatened to Destroy Earth as a way to Rebuild krypton in a Superman story, I'd have 2 nickels, which isn't alot, but it's weird that it's happened twice

So lemme get this straight, this Lex is smart enough to build the parasite suit, have a fail safe for that, is able to frame Superman gaining Millions of followers and government access, infuse Kryptonite to Kryptonian built robots, but isn't smart enough to come up with a fail safe when said robots get hacked!?....yeah I call Bullshit

Hell yeah the Cavalry's here! oh, and Sam too I guess whatever, listen the FANS might've forgiven your ass for abandoning lois 6 episodes ago, but I sure as hell don't, in all seriousnes tho I am glad he got some sort of character development regarding his relationship with Superman, seeing it as how he is now trying to help him instead of ya know, Trying to Kill him 😅 btw I kinda feel stupid for asking myself how the heck they turned invisible, only to realize they were actually holding on to Only the character who Can turn invisible Lol 😅😅 also did anyone else immediately thought've Lobo when he said the Main man, no, just me

Wow I can't belive they actually gave Kara the Winter soldier treatment, from the brainwashing, Down to him effing reactivating it like freakin Zemo, Well looks like Clark's gonna have to fight his cousin again, hopefully he doesn't end up like last time, or if not maybe Jimmy can talk some sense into her, Seeing as how it was seeing a picture of Jimmy which resulted in her breaking free from Brainiacs control, maybe this where he can finally confesses his feelings for her, Omg I would love that ^w^

Wait you're telling me Brainiac Did it, that he's the reason why krypton exploded, that HE Killed clarks and Kara's parents!? Oh nah Brainiac gotta die now, also has anyone else how similar he is to Zod, from his reasoning, to his personality, to even this whole effing scenario, like This is some shit Zod would've done, and it's funny because I was actually thinking about this not to long ago about how we technically don't need Zod in this show because Brainiac fits that role perfectly, especially with how he's been depicted this season, Omg if this was an intentional Detail on their part, then it's official, this show never ceases to Amaze me

Uh oh scary Kara's back, Damn it Brainiac why you gotta be such a Bitch; Also it may be nothing, but the way those missiles were moving kinda reminded of the way Darksides Omega beams would move, which got me thinking about something; What if Kryptons technology is possibly made from Apocalypse

This shot is ABSOLUTELY Beautiful; from the colors, to the camera work, to even the Symbolism between him and the Sun, everything was just Screams Superman

Tbh out of all the anime tropes they've done this season, I gotta say Talk no jutsu the 1 was NOT expecting them pull, and ya know what, I'm actually kinda glad they did, because it just fits Superman's MO; Superman has always been represented for kindness not his strength, like even if you've done him dirty, he'll still always choose to help you because that's just who he is, hes the person who just wants to help, he'll carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, he's the person who will try to stop a threat with his words before having to result to violence, he's the Man of Steel not because of what he can do, but because of who he is and always will be, hence why this trope works perfectly for him, it's the Perfect representation of what he embodies, Compassion, That's what makes him Superman

Ok I have a few things regarding this scene, 1st off i Absolutely love my 2 star children, 2nd of all Kara don't throw him into the sun, that's how make Nuclear man 😂 3rd of all, in all honesty, I was not worried 1 bit when Kara got shot mainly for 2 reasons; 1 even tho she was clearly shot by Kryptonite, they were directly near the sun and if I remember correctly, the Sun is what gives them their power, granting them the abilities to heal from critical wounds as well as even more strength, and because 2, kryptonians have invulnerable skin meaning she won't burn up from the sun even if she falls into it, all in all touching scene but No stakes

Kara's lighting's, Kryptonite Saber, Clean animation, Super sayian references!? OMG this episode is AMAZINGGG!! Also Kara's lighting's Red!? Ngl but I SWEAR I thought it was gonna be yellow, not because it would only go good with her hair, but because it in my opinion, it just fits her better, plus we did see kinda of it Start to spark in her fight against Brainiac 2 episodes ago, and since Clark's is blue it would only just made sense for hers to be yellow, hopefully maybe it can like evolve in season 3 or something, don't get wrong I like the Red but in my opinion, it just feels like a missed opportunity, In other News

Eff yeah Brainiac's Dead! Be honest, how many of you actually thought kara was dead after that scene, because my heart immediately stopped after she passed out 😅

Also can we talk about how Amazing Kara's suit looks, like Omg this Has to be one of the best desings I've seen, I just love everything about it from the colors to the boots all the way to especially the Cape, like I just love how it looks like a scarf UwU

AH siblings being siblings 😊 btw Love how he still has the shirt from when he was kid, Such a full circle moment, also when it comes to Kara's, this Kara, the kara from injustice 2, the CW show and even The FLASH movie are All of my favorite Kara's, every single one of them EXPECT and I can't believe I'm saying this, the 1 from the DCAU, like I'm sorry but in my opinion she was just too much of a hot head, and she barely had any screen time in Justice league, like I don't understand how did we stray so far from God, also she was incredibly weaker when it came to her cousin, this 1 on the other hand can slap her cousin around like it was a normal Tuesday, So yeah that's my Hot take come at me In the comments I dare you

Well well well looks like instead of mommy dosen't need you anymore, it's more like We don't need Mommy anymore, hell yeah Lex's finally going to be the Villain next season and I soo can't wait, oh and what's this, it looks like slade is gonna be his right hand now, oh yeah Slex is Definitely becoming cannon

🎵 Super rizz, Super rizz, here comes Clark's Super rizz 🎵

And with that another amazing end to another amazing series, Overall this season was freakin Epic, from the animation, to the music, to the character designs minus the robots, everything was just epic, from Start to finish; only thing to do Now is wait for season 3, but I wanna know you're thoughts, What did YOU think of season 2, and what was your favorite episode or moment from this series, comment or just leave a like if ya enjoyed this Thoughts on series, and lemme know if I should do more of this, Anyway I'mma head out because this took a while for me to write and I'm feeling kinda burnt out, Anyway yeah thank you for reading and I can't wait to see you again in S3, and with that, Superman Saturday's has come to an end, well, for now anyway ^^;

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chunkymamatam · 2 months ago

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The Obey Me! stories were very entertaining 😊

If you dont mind sharing more, I would appreciate it ❤️

Of course Of course!

Again this was all really fast pace when it happened so like if it seems like so much happened at once, it did, now imagine how that shit felt when it happened.

We were at when Asmo got all pissy and defensive when him and Satan asked me who I'm making a pact with next. I was joking like "You, Asmo, obviously, cutie."

The way this man was like "Do you think I'm that stupid? None of us are as Stupid as Mammon"

I was obviously like "It was a joke."

All this man had to say was "oh"

BITCH APOLOGIZE CUZ YOU ASKED AND I MADE A JOKE WHY'D YOU ASK HOE??? This all happened before I made a pact with Levi idk if I mentioned that but yeah. Nah cuz imma be honest it scared the piss out of me to see Levi try to pounce on me because I got all the trivia questions from the anime right and he couldn't believe I wasn't cheating. The others were however giving me easy questions but that wasn't on my command lmfao

He was a pouty baby when he admitted defeat in the observatory /aff, but yeah not long after I went up into the attic I was in the kitchen and Mammon force fed me Beel's pudding. Bro tried to turn Beel on me and I literally started crying bro. This man is huge and I already have a fear of men so this was not helping bro. I also know how food aggressive he is so I dead ass thought this was it. He asks me if I ate the pudding and I threw Mammon under the bus and was like

"He forced me to take a bite. I told him to put it back."

I've never seen a man's head turn so fast. Man was gonna murder tf out of him. He threw him through the wall and shit. I had to stay in Beel's room for a while cuz that destroyed my room lmfao and pretty soon after that Luke showed up on the doorstep cuz he had a fight with Simeon probably over his prejudice against the demons but I didn't ask so eh. Me and Beel decide to hide him like a good friend and this mfer goes missing. I get there to the basement fast enough that that he's not gonna rock Luke's shit but like he's still pretty pissed so like the traumatized mediator I am, I walk over and grab the book from him and go.

"Hold on, Luke doesn't even know what this is and what it does. There's no need to be hasty, you're a very reasonable man Lucifer. Here's the grimoire back." and I almost had him calmed down enough to see reason and fucking Luke snatched the book out of my hand, I could've beat his ass myself ngl.

I forget what he said to Lucifer but it pissed him off to the point of wanting to kill him again and he threatened as much so Beel jumps in front of him and is like "No punish me instead because its my fault! I let him stay in my room."

So now Lucifer is trying to kill both of them and I tell him no. This man has the audacity to ask my suicidal ass if I wanted to die. I gave this man a look and he realized who he just asked and was like "Actually don't answer that.. One of them is dying. You're going to choose"

I was like "uhm no one is gonna die." This man starts yelling at me that I'm just a human and all this shit about how weak I am. Well, my stubbornness makes up for my lack of physical strength so fuck you lmfao. Anyway he mauled me and I woke up in Beels bed, he looked so relieved that I woke up poor man. He offered me a pact cuz he felt like he owed me and I didn't want him to feel like he was indebted to me or anything so I said yeah to it.

Then the sleep over happened. Man Asmo was wild because he one got us sucked into a labyrinth by his Ex and also he was literally trying to use his charm on me which like why tf are you looking in my eyes like that??? Its hurting autism. Anyway we almost died cuz of his bullshit. That was just the first day too. The next day this man was fucking up the scavenger hunt for the other groups and it was making me and Simeon uncomfortable and Simeon said something which probably hurt his feelings more because they used to be brothers in heaven. He ran off after bitching Simeon out and then I got sent to try and speak some reason to him.

He didn't like that either cuz he was like "You can't tell me what to do. I'm a demon this is what demons do, they ruin things and by the way I'll never make a pact with you." And while he was talking all this shit he was cornering me between the rail and himself. I was so scared he was gonna throw me over and just say I killed myself. Then he has the audacity to be like "Actually if you can get a picture of Lucifer sleeping I'll do it" And I just nod my head cuz I'm fucking terrified bro. I tell Mammon, Levi and Beel we agree to go on and try to do it cuz money, spite, fuck it? idk. but what's important is we got stuck in the dungeon again with Solomon this time. We almost get eaten but Solomon summoned Asmo and did some magic shit so Asmo could better charm this snake. We ended up getting out again but Asmo was whining about his beauty sleep the whole time /Pf. Not long after that (I think? Its been 2 years almost give me a break please sob) during the dinner ball thing that Diavolo did when Lucifer was making his way over to threaten me, I was so violently trying to avoid him. I ended up getting passed to him anyway. I wanted cry man. This man was pretty much trying to crush me against him while saying shit like "I don't know what you're planning but you need to stop before i make you."

BESTIE I HAVE DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING INTENTIONALLY PACT WISE OTHER THAN WHAT I WAS FORCED TO AND WHAT WAS NECCESSARY PACT WISE. Nah cuz I shit you not I literally never asked for a pact with any of them other than Mammon and Levi, They all came out and asked me and for one reason or another I was like "fuck it we ball." Anyway, Funny little side note, instead of packing my actually pretty dresses/outfits that were good enough for this occasion Barbatos ended up packing my sequence dress. I've asked him why he hates me on multiple occasions because of it and its our little joke now. He said "I simply did not see the other options" smh time demon, for shame /j

Solomon saved me from Lucifer and the unlocked my magic power for me to use. Well dumb dumb Mammon (/aff) got us stuck in the labyrinth AGAIN and I summoned Asmo and Asmo was like "OOOO Power GIVE. we can make a pact teehee" I'm gonna be honest I agreed to the pact because genuinely that man kinda scared me. We obviously end up getting out and that night Asmo was all up in my bed just looking me over and pointing out all of my details. He was fr even trying to look in my mouth bro ┗( T﹏T )┛

Mammon's jealous ass came in after Asmo basically illuded to trying to fuck. Then one thing lead to another and all of the brothers and Solomon ended up in the room. Someone threw the first pillow and suddenly it was an all out warzone until Lucifer and Diavolo walk in to see what the commotion was. Lucifer wanted to yell at us but Diavolo stopped him and wanted to join. It was no longer a war and just a straight up massacre after that bro.

Lucifer said "hit me if you dare" and obviously I didn't value my life because as him and Diavolo are killing everyone with their deadly ass heat targeting pillows I sneak up behind this man and smack him in the back of the head with a pillow. I shit you not the room froze and he started slow turning I SWEAR HIS EYES WERE GLOWING

I started praying and begging Simeon to help me lmfao I have never run so fast in my life. I managed to hide with Simeon under the covers. I was terrified in the best way lmfao

Okay that's all the mental energy I have for this one. Feel free to ask for more if you want lol

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mishy-mashy · 11 months ago

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Anyway I wrote about this in my fanfic notes but I think this is credible

En. He's a One For All user, young, and dies from being cut in half by All For One. He cries, but manages to pass on One For All to Nana with a smile, and hides Nana with his Quirk so she can escape.

So En. Sixth. This cutie patootie guy right here

He's been viewed as cool and collected and I'm gonna call a bit of bullshit on that.

First: he is young. He doesn't have the fullest emotional maturity (brain caps out in the mid-20s), and even if he did, he can still freak out. But that's not what I wanna talk about with him

It's more the time period in which he was born and grew up.

Kudo and Bruce, at the least, die 18 years before En receives One For All. En was born during All For One's rule, and grew up in a society struggling to cope with the new Abilities on top of Japan's crumble.

En was born at an anxious time, and grew up in the flames of it as society tried collecting itself. Since he was born while people were just barely adjusting to Abilities, and were flighty and shellshocked from the events, En was the same: used to Abilities, but quick to jump and flee. He was raised in a world like that, and thus was like the others of his time.

Look at En at his death. His Smokescreen is active. He died with his back turned. He was running away and using his Smokescreen as cover.

He later asks, fearful and stressed, why Midoriya/Ninth doesn't just run away. And Tomura calls him out on this. We'll go back to this later.

En is a product of the time he grew up—a time of trying to pick themselves up in the midst of civil war, shifting humanity, where no one trusted anyone and everyone ran to save themselves.

His Quirk is literally Smokescreen. There's no application to it beyond making smoke from the user's body to hide in. It obscures others' visions.

His Quirk hides him from others. That's its main function. He isn't as brave as the others. He's a coward when pushed into a corner. Nana describes his last smile in ch. 92 as this:

But All Might, who does this smile, describes it in ch. 1 as—

—tricking the fear inside of him. En is a combination of both; he smiled to reassure Nana, but was no doubt terrified, as he died running and got cut in half.

I imagine the reason En was the first One For All user shown passing off the Quirk with his hair was because he was too afraid to reach down and feel himself cut in half. He could've gotten the blood from there, but the cognitive dissonance alone of feeling air where your lower-half should be is terrifying as is.

By hiding her in his Smokescreen and giving his hair, En let Nana run away too, to safeguard herself and the Quirk. En ran, he made Nana run, and later on, he wants Midoriya/Ninth to run, even knowing there's no next user or chance to beat All For One/Tomura.

En knows All For One is powerful. He's scary. He killed Banjo-senpai, and Shinomori-san hid from him until he died of "old age". Everything is mustered in Midoriya/Ninth, but even then, En wants to run away because they realize they can be stolen and really die.

Now, going back a bit to [His Quirk is literally Smokescreen], they would've started calling Meta Abilities Quirks around the time En is growing up. All Might is alive somewhere when Nana receives One For All, and Meta Ability is the first term for Quirks.

Since Quirks are reflective of personality, and En was born in the coming down of the peak of fear that's trying to create some semblance of normalcy, it makes sense that, with his Smokescreen, he encourages Midoriya/Ninth to run. Because he did the same thing.

That's how he grew up, that's what he knows, it's the first thing he thought of when he realized they really were in danger. They were facing death in the eye.

Tomura/AFO even calls him out for this. Look at En's face when he's called out; he's scared of him. En is scared of just catching his attention.

The OFA vestiges know they can see into each others' realms. They wouldn't be surprised by this. They look into AFO's, they know AFO can do the same vice-versa.

Tomura is basically saying he's about to catch all the vestiges (rats) by their tails to make sure no one gets away this time.

Even if En was a vigilante or Pro Hero when he was alive (he's Banjo's kouhai, and Banjo was one of those), he has a faint heart when he feels cornered and running is an option, no matter how bad.

En acts calm and rational, and entered into the Vigilante/Pro Hero scene, but he is terrified when it comes down to it.

Like Kudo and Bruce with the Resistance, Shinomori with society's state then, and Banjo stepping up when Japan was "a lawless land", En is a product of the era he grew up; trying to find stability in a lawless land, where it was everyone for themselves.

#i try making a difference between using the terms Ability and Quirk #older generations like Kudo Bruce and Yoichi would refer to them as Abilities #but also Quirks are both the modern term and a personality thing #i hc En as 19 years old #chapter 411 made me think about his wanting to run away. i wondered before why his quirk is Smokescreen when all that does is hide people #en was the first vestige i really liked #i liked banjo when he first showed #right now im focused on the first Three tho #anyway i like all the vestiges #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #spoilers #en #ofa #afo #one for all #all for one #smokescreen #nana shimura #all might #yagi toshinori #izuku midoriya #anyway en is quick to run and will act on his fear #whats nice about ens quirk is that it doesnt hide just him. then the quirk would be something else like avoiding detection;#he can hide others with him #in the end En still decided to be a vigilante/Pro Hero so he does have a conscience/willingness to help and save others #he only gave up the ghost once Nana got his hair in her hand. once he knew OFA could keep living to win this fight one day #im not bashing en; i really like him and his character. him being afraid of death is something i like too; fear of death is realistic! nice #good job en sweetie youre doing great

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alaskan-wallflower · 3 months ago

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What are your favorite ponyboy hcs

there are a few!

i love thinking darry is called darry because pony couldn’t say darrel lmfao-also his first full word being soda is kinda cute because i headcanon soda did NOT fw ponyboy as a kid (he was more mad ponyboy wasn’t an actual pony than the fact he had a brother) and he’d just be so mean to baby pony like pushing him down n shit 😭 but pony’s first word was def soda and soda will remind him of this DAILY.

“pony you remember when you first said my name”

*sigh*

pony is a chronic eye roller, he does not have a poker face. if someone says something stupid he’s literally rolling his eyes SO hard-he rolled his eyes at the teacher once because she was spewing some bullshit and he got detention lmfao-he rolls his eyes at darry a lot and it drives him nuts. he’d get told a lot as a kid ‘if you keep doing that your eyes are gonna get stuck that way’

pony had a speech impediment as a kid and as a result he tended to act out because he was frustrated he couldn’t talk and communicate to his parents about what he wanted. darry was the only one who could understand him and would calmly try to calm pony down and darry actually helped pony get rid of said impediment.

pony’s eyes are bigger than his stomach like he’ll order a truckload of food and be full after two bites. either that or pony has one hell of an appetite and darry.soda CANNOT keep up with it no matter how hard he tries

he has an anxious tummy :( when he’s really stressed his stomach will start gurgling and if it’s really bad he’ll get hiccups-it always happens when he’s taking a test and he gets so embarrassed because he just feels like everyone is looking at him-one time a teacher yelled at him for ‘being a distraction’ and he never wanted to go back to school after that

post book pony goes through a humongous growth spurt. he ends up being one or two inches taller than darry and he’s so smug about it and makes comments like ‘awwww who’s the little brother now?” and it pisses the gang off sometimes lmao

pony knows guitar because his mom taught him. he plays when he’s stressed. darry knows piano and they teach each other how to play their respective instruments. it’s a great time for both of them.

pony gets super into songwriting too-i head anon his mom taught him to sing at a young age and he just never stopped? he had to join choir in middle school for whatever reason and while he hated it at first he grew to love it a lot and he just feels free there. and when he’s stressed he tends to vent his emotions via poetry or drawing, so when he’s writing a poem he’ll put a beat to it sometimes. he’s played for his brothers and has made darry cry with a song dedicated to him (he would rather die than tell dallas though because he’s scared dallas won’t find him tuff anymore)

he’s big into greaser talk. the only time he won’t use “greaser slang” is when he’s trying to impress someone

pony is a very skilled artist. he’s drawn for johnny a lot.

he LOVES strawberries. his favourite dessert is strawberry shortcake but he only gets that for his birthday

(bumping off that) paul’s family owned a strawberry farm that pony used to sneak into to nab their berries. darry could talk pony out of trouble but was never happy about it. after paul and darry had their falling out pony snuck into their farm and had eaten every last berry on that farm and darry was so proud (and concerned and a bit mad because god forbid they pressed charges but pony reminds darry he could tell the cops about paul’s prank and blackmail him so that’s what they do lmao)

his eyes are more green than he’d care to admit. they’re still green grey but with an emphasis on green

i like interfaith curtis bros headcanons…so i feel like they were brought up with both jewish and christian traditions that darry tries to carry on

he knocked both his front teeth out at once by swinging from a tire swing at two bits house and slamming his face into a tree. he didn’t cry or anything though he just laughed it off. he swallowed the teeth though and was terrified the tooth fairy was gonna go into his stomach to get them out (based on true events)

he quits smoking because he can’t stand to think about how he may have indirectly killed johnny but also seeing how worried darry and soda were he couldn’t do that to them. it wasn’t a cold turkey process but it was successful

started smoking around thirteen years old and just never stopped til post book

he hates his hair ungreased but it’s the most beautiful fluffy mop of auburn hair ever

he’s not scared of spiders. hell straight up pick it up and put it outside. but he is afraid of moths and butterflies.

he’s a true carnivore. bro hates vegetables (darry had to get him vitamins instead)

let him ramble about his books. he will ramble for hours

him and cherry have a brother/sister relationship post book and she’ll go to his track meets sometimes along with darry and soda-they all get pretty close tbh

cherry takes pony to expensive cafés sometimes to help him study or just so the two can gossip

pony is a gossip KING like do not cross him

he comes up with really creative insults. half of them are stolen from johnny

he’s bisexual with a teeny preference for girls

he loves greek myths and compares darry to Hephaestus a lot

great expectations is a comfort book for him. if he’s sad he’ll read it in one sitting and enjoys it just as much as he did the first time he read it

he gets bad allergies in the spring and fall :(

him and darry work out together and bond over that just like they bonded over being in sports

he talks to himself when he reads

this wa s’more curtis bros than pony i’m sorry 😭 but hope these are good!

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #alaska’s asks #anon

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ultimatemissadhd · 9 months ago

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You guys want complex characters but you couldn't even understand Kyoko Kirigiri - Kyoko defending post.

So today I'm gonna talk about Kyoko framing Makoto because you guys only foucs on Makoto in here which drives me insane.

Yes, it was unfair that Makoto got framed. But don't forget that Kyoko was getting framed too, it's not like Kyoko framed Makoto for a murder she committed. The dead body belonged to Mukuro who died chapters ago.

Of course, Kyoko could have pulled out an inspirational speech and sacrifice herself for Naegi but there was no place for that bullshit.

Haven't you seen the bad ending? If Kyoko dies, they never get out of the killing game, the tradegy goes on forever and they don't even know.

And Kyoko knows that. Kyoko knows she's the only person who can end the killing game with all the information and evidence she got. As much as, some of these were in her room, that still wouldn't be enough for others. Plus they would probably have no reason to go there after she dies, I also wouldn't be surprised if Junko got rid of the evidence in Kyoko's room after she died.

The whole reason why the trail was in the first place was because Junko wanted to stop Kyoko from destroying her killing game. Kyoko knows that.

Now, Kyoko finds herself in a situation where she's about to get executed and the "if you vote the wrong person then you all die" rule is not going to help her anymore since the whole thing is rigged and she's being framed by the mastermind. She knows that if she dies the killing game will never and go on forever AND SHE'S RIGHT. She's nervous, she's scared, she's in a point of no escape.

She has to choices:

1. Die and lnever defeat the mastermind and have everyone locked in there forever, mastermind wins, all the deaths meant nothing.

2. Frame someone else, live and defeat the mastermind and then avenge the deaths of everyone including the person who got framed.

There's no place for sacrifice bullshit here.

Kyoko choses to save herself, not because she's selfish or arrogant but because she believes in her abilities and the knowledge she has.

Makoto ends up being the person who gets executed instead and that's s pretty much a random thing because it really could have been anyone. Yes, she feels guilty and yes, she knows it's unfair. But it was the only thing to do so she can end the killing game.

Makoto survives and she goes to look for him and saves him and she does it pretty quickly. She goes there, brings him food and water, then helps him get back to the building. If she didn't care about him, she wouldn't think about what happened to him.

The fact that she was the only one to do so, maybe because she detailed map of the school that she got from some secret room, however the fact that she threw herself down the trash to save Makoto shows that she cares. But I think it's safe to say that if she didn't go down there, there's a huge chance that no one would.

In conclusion, chapter 5 is not all about Makoto. I hate when people make it all about him and how it was unfair for him and JUST for him. Because if you think about it, it wasn't fair for anyone and Kyoko had no choice, just like everyone else. They couldn't just not vote, they had to vote for someone.

Kyoko is an interesting character because like I mentioned before, what you'd except from a Danganronpa female support character would be inspirational sacrifice to let the protagonist solve everything by themselves and "I believe in you" and blah blah.

That scenario just doesn't work here because Makoto alone doesn't have enough information and knowledge to defeat the mastermind by himself.

Another thing is that Kyoko apologies and explains everything as soon as she sees Makoto.

Makoto forgives her not because he is a loser people pleaser although he is but not here but because he knows Kyoko and trusts her and he knows that she has those information that could help save the killing game, he knows that without her they wouldn't defeat the mastermind.

Kyoko Kirigiri is a character with her own morals, brain, way of thinking and mind. She is a deep powerful character who was one of the main reasons Junko was defeated. Yet, she gets very little credit. This would bring us to talking about the anime but that's a topic for another day and another rant.

#kyoko kirigiri #danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa spoilers #Danganronpa chapter 5 #rant

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my-tummy-hurts · 2 months ago

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Wrote this while I should have been working on Pigs in a Blanket. Trigger warning there's some 2000s era gay panic "humor" at the end but considering the context of who's saying it and what happens to them it didn't FEEL wrong to write it.

Hope you like exploding frat boys.

"So…these babies are just gonna get bigger and bigger inside us till we just burst like the guy in Alien?" Chad asked his frat brother as he rubbed circles on his distended stomach.

"Ooof. Yeah, pretty much," Steve replied with a wince, his hand patting his own bulging stomach.

"Harsh." Chad's voice was more disappointed than horrified at the news of his impending explosive delivery. He guessed he should be scared, but for some reason he felt fairly calm about the idea of giving birth by popping like a snake that ate an alligator. Only one thing really concerned him: "What happens to the kids once we all kick the bucket?"

Steve shrugged, his eyes glancing around the room. "Guess they're on their own?"

The room was filled with the groans and whimpers of their fraternity brothers, all suffering the same fate. Each of them had been out partying when they had stumbled upon an unusual glowing pod in their backyard. It had spewed some kind of foul smelling purple pollen on them. Now, they were all pregnant with alien offspring, their bellies growing larger by the day.

"No way, man." Chad groaned. "No way am I going to go through all this pain growing a little dude inside me, die giving birth to him, and then have him starve or get eaten by a raccoon." He looked around at the other guys, their expressions a mix of fear and confusion.

"Not like we got a choice bro," Steve said, trying to keep his voice light despite the gravity of the situation. "But ya gotta figure these kids can look out for themselves. Especially if they're gonna be big enough to split us open by the time they're done cookin'."

Chad couldn't argue with that logic. The thought of an alien baby, capable of such a gruesome entry into the world, likely had some survival instincts baked in made sense to him. Still, the idea of leaving them to fend for themselves didn't sit right. "It's just bullshit that I'm not gonna be around for him, ya know?" he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Steve nodded solemnly. "Yeah, that's why we gotta enjoy the time we have with them while we still can." He winced. "Cause birth is gonna be a bitch, and after that…" He trailed off, not wanting to voice the inevitable outcome.

The house had transformed into a makeshift maternity ward. Beds were pushed together, each one with a burgeoning fraternity brother trying to find comfort in their uncomfortable condition. They had stockpiled food, water, and medical supplies, not knowing how much longer they had before the aliens would emerge. The TV played monotonous white noise, the only sound aside from the occasional muffled cry or the rustle of someone rearranging their pillows.

Days turned into weeks, and the alien babies grew bigger and bigger. Far beyond the size a human baby would be, their stomachs stretched to the limits, the skin taut and shiny. They had all been brainwashed by the alien chemicals secreted by the growing embryos to care for them, to protect them. All of them were far more concerned for the well being and health of the creatures inside them than they were for their horrible deaths.

That didn't stop them from complaining about the little aches and pains that accompanied the alien gestation. They talked about it incessantly, comparing notes like proud mothers-to-be discussing their children's kicks during a baby shower. It had become a grim bonding experience, one none of them would have signed up for but all were forced to endure together.

"Uuugggghh…this kid's gotta be thirty pounds by now," Chad grunted as he tried to get comfortable. His stomach felt like it was going to split open at any moment.

"More like fifty," Steve corrected, his own belly making it impossible for him to sit up straight. "This kid's going to be a bad ass little bastard."

"How much longer are they gonna stay in there?" Chad questioned, his eyes scanning the room as he struggled to find a comfortable position. The once robust young men were now bloated and lethargic, their exuberant spirit replaced with the solemn anticipation of expecting parents and terminal patients.

"Dunno," Steve replied, his gaze fixed on the football game playing muted on the TV. "Just hope I don't pop before the Super Bowl."

Each day brought more pain and less mobility. The frat house, once a bastion of chaos and debauchery, was now a hushed nest of discomfort. They took turns cooking meals that were easier to digest, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy amidst the surreal situation. Their conversations shifted from who could bench press the most to discussing how big, active and hungry their "new pledges" had become.

The day of the Super Bowl arrived, and with it, a strange kind of hope. It was a distraction, something to look forward to in the sea of fear and uncertainty. They set up a giant TV in the living room, lounging on every available surface. They cheered for their favorite teams, but every cheer was a grunt, every laugh a wheeze. They knew it was likely their last hurrah.

They gorged themselves on pizza, wings, chips and dip, beer and soda. Bloating themselves even further. This seemed to do the trick.

"Guys…I don't…feel so good," Chad murmured, his face pale and beaded with sweat. His stomach was no longer just tight; it was a pulsing, painful mass that seemed to have a mind of its own.

"Y-yeah.. we…maybe overdid it with the snacks," Steve managed to choke out, his own stomach twisting in discomfort as the alien inside him grew more restless. The game played on, but their focus was solely on the aching tightness of their skin.

Chad kneaded his stomach, breathing hard. He had no idea he could ever feel so bloated. His stomach gurgled, whined and churned. The baby stretched, extending its legs and arching its shoulders. It wasn't unusual for the little creature to stretch like that, but it was painful and the added pressure of the Super Bowl feast made it agonizing.

"Hurgh!" Chad's face contorted as his stomach stretched with a pain that was all too familiar. He clutched at his bump, expecting to feel a pop or a tear any second. Instead the baby relaxed, curling back up into a fetal position. The pain receded but didn't dissipate. It was like the creature was practicing its escape maneuvers. "Ooooh." He moaned, patting his belly. "You okay in there, little buddy?" The baby responded with a little wiggle that Chad had learned meant it was getting comfy and settling down for a little nap.

Steve's stomach took that as a cue and started its own little dance. "Oh-oh! Oh, man! Look at this kid! He's gotta be a quarterback with moves like that!" he exclaimed, a grimace of pain mixing with his attempt at humor. The others couldn't help but chuckle, despite their own discomfort.

But the movement of Steve's baby churned up the contents of his stomach. Inside Steve's overpacked abdomen, gas shaken loose from the food built inside Steve's already tense gut. His face changed, from delight and excitement to a look of pain, surprise and a stirring suspicion. He clutched at his stomach and groaned wordlessly. His eyes widened, and his cheeks puffed out. "Oh man…" he whispered. The pressure was intense and growing. The room went silent except for the TV's commentators calling out plays on the field. The game was forgotten.

"Steve?" Chad leaned over, his own belly protesting the movement. "You okay, man?"

"Hnnng. ..hrrrggg…no…hurts…" Steve's face was a map of agony as he struggled to contain the pressure building within him. The room's silence was as thick as the tension in the air. "Think…I think this is it…"

Their fraternity brothers exchanged glances, a mix of terror and pity. They had all felt the aliens moving more and more, but none had felt the pressure Steve was now enduring. The room grew tense, the only sound the distant cheers from the Super Bowl game, a stark contrast to the impending horror.

"Hey bro, you gonna pop?" someone called out nervously, another frat brother named Mike. His own stomach was quivering like gelatin.

Steve's eyes watered, his cheeks flushing. "I-I think so," he gasped, his hand hovering over the beachball sized gut containing his alien child. "Ooof, I think my skin's gonna split open." His voice was strained, a strange mix of pain and excitement. Between the pants and gasps his expression switched between an agonized grimace and an excited grin.

"Aw, man, you're gonna miss the half-time show," Chad said with genuine regret, his voice thick with sympathy. The room was eerily quiet, the only sounds coming from Steve's pained breaths and the TV announcers' commentary on the football game.

Steve shook his head, his eyes not leaving his stomach. "That's alright…this…this is way better than any half-time show." His breaths grew shallower, his face a mask of concentration as the alien's movements grew more intense. The pain was unbearable, but he gladly bore it. He was too curious, too invested in the outcome to resist or regret. He felt like one swift kick from the creature inside could set him off like a vat of volatile, explosive chemicals.

The other guys leaned in closer, their own stomachs giving them a silent reminder of the fate that awaited them. They were torn between the morbid curiosity of witnessing the birth and the sheer horror of what was about to happen to their friend.

"Hey man, maybe you should like…breath or some shit?" Chad suggested, his own stomach giving a painful lurch in sympathy.

"Urgh! Hurts!" Steve's voice grew tight with the effort of containing the alien. The room grew still, the only sound was the muffled thumps from his stomach as the creature inside him grew more and more restless. His eyes widened, and the veins in his forehead bulged. He looked like a man who had just realized he had swallowed a grenade and was still holding the pin in his hand.

"Hey, man…you're having your baby!" Chad's voice cracked as Steve's stomach trembled, creaking like a great oak in a windstorm. The others stared in a mix of horror and awe, their own bellies gurgling and rippling ominously.

"Yeah…yeah, I know," Steve grunted through clenched teeth. "He's…oh…he's coming!" Tears of pain and excitement filled his eyes as the pressure grew to an unbearable peak. "I'm…I'm gonna…" His voice trailed off into a deep, animalistic moan as his stomach muscles began to spasm. "Shit, it hurts! But he's coming!"He laughed through the pain, his words coming out in a breathy, disbelieving rush.

Steve's stomach began to gurgle, the noise rising like the bubbling of a coffee pot brewing His frat brothers watched in horror and fascination as the forest of stretch marks on Steve's stomach began to bleed, the skin stretching beyond its limits. To much food, to much baby, not enough skin.

Steve's next groan rose into a scream as the skin of his abdomen started to split. It was a sight that would have sent anyone running, but the fraternity brothers, bound by a strange mix of camaraderie and morbid curiosity, couldn't look away. Steve's stomach split in half with a great gush of purple fluid and dark red blood, and Steve's alien child flopped into his lap, covered in amniotic slime and the shredded remains of a placental sqck it wore like a cloak. It was huge, the size of a small toddler, and it was already moving, its limbs flailing.

Steve groaned in a mix of agony and relief as the creature squirmed in his blood-soaked lap. It was definitely not human, with a slimy, almost translucent skin, and a head that was too large for its body. But in that moment, all Steve felt was a strange sense of pride and satisfaction as he beheld his alien offspring. He reached up with shaking hands and wiped the slime away from its face, revealing a pair of tiny, black eyes staring back at him with the blank openness that could have been found in the eyes of any newborn.

The room was a tableau of shocked expressions. The frat brothers had known this was coming, had felt the creatures growing within them, but seeing the reality was something else entirely. The alien baby made a strange, high-pitched noise, and Steve found himself leaning down to whisper comforting words into its ear. "It's okay, little buddy," he murmured, his voice shaky. "It's okay."

It rose up on shaky, fawn-like legs and stumbled closer to its human parent, squeaking softly. Steve slipped his hands under the baby's chest, helping it rise up onto its hind legs. The creature was a ghastly mix of human and something not of this world, yet Steve felt an overwhelming surge of love and protectiveness. The creature reached out and touched its dying father's face, cooing softly.

The other frat brothers watched, frozen in shock, as Steve's lifeless hand fell to his side, the spark of life leaving his eyes. The creature whined softly, nudging Steve's slack face before looking around the room, blinking in the harsh light. Then it curled up into a ball and shimied and shifted itself halfway back into the gaping wound its birth had created. It needed to quickly absorb the dissipating body heat of its host to survive, the closest thing it would ever come to nursing from the being that had carried it to term.

The silence was pierced by the distant sound of the Super Bowl's half-time show kicking off, the music a harsh soundtrack for the scene of gore and new life playing out in the house. Chad's throat tightened, his eyes flickering between the lifeless body of his friend and the alien creature that had emerged from it. "Bye bro. You…you did a good job," he whispered, his voice hoarse with unshed tears.

The alien baby, seemingly content with the warmth of Steve's corpse, began to shrink back into the womb-like cavity. The other frat brothers watched in silent shock, unable to tear their eyes away from the macabre sight. They knew that Steve had been the first, and that their own fates would soon follow. It would start with the vigorous kicking, which would upset the gaseous pressure, followed by the unbearable pain as their stomachs split open. Then, the brief moment of pride and love for the alien life they had unwillingly nurtured, before the inevitable end.

The thought of calling for help to save themselves never crossed their minds. There was fear of course, fear of the pain, but more than that was the joyous anticipation of their babies being born. They had grown to love the creatures inside of them, and the thought of letting them die was unbearable. They had come to accept that this was their fate, to give life to these alien beings, and then to leave them behind.

Not long after Steve's fatal delivery, another of yheir fraternity named Jason began to feel truly ferocious kicks from within. His eyes grew wide as he clutched his stomach, which was now a bulging and deforming with urgent fetal movement. "Guys…I think it's happening to me too," he panted, his voice shaking.

The room shifted from a atmosphere of shock to a flurry of activity. The others scrambled to support him, moving him to a clean space on the floor, piled with cushions and blankets. They had seen what happened to Steve and knew what to expect now.

Jason's stomach convulsed as the alien inside grew restless. He was a bear of a man, the muscles in his arms bulging as he gripped his belly, feeling his child's thrashing limbs. "It's…it's kicking so hard," he panted, his voice filled with a mix of terror and amazement. His abdomen began to gurgle and whine, gas building in him like a shaken bottle of soda.

Chad swallowed hard, trying to push down the bile that had risen in his throat. He had seen Steve's end and knew his was likely the same. Yet, there was something profoundly moving about the sight of a creature, no matter how monstrous, fighting its way into the world. "You can do it, man," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Jason's. "Just…just breathe."

Jason nodded, his breathing quick and shallow. The pressure was a searing knife twisting inside him. He massaged his abdomen, trying to ease some of the ache, but it was like trying to calm a volcano before eruption. The pain grew with each passing second, his body a battleground for the miracle of life.

With a wet, tearing sound, Jason's skin began to split, following the path Steve's had. Jason's eyes widened and his rictus of agony became a grin of wonder. He watched, fascinated and horrified, as his stomach tore open to reveal the slimy creature that had been growing inside him for weeks. It was smaller than Steve's, but no less beautiful to its proud parent. Its eyes, large and black, blinked up at him and he wasted no time in clutching it to his chest, feeling the warmth of its body against his own.

The baby was covered in the same purple goo that had coated Steve's offspring. It squirmed and squealed, snuggling into his grasp happily. The pain was intense, but Jason pushed through it, his instinct to love and care for his baby overriding his fear of death. "It's okay," he whispered hoarsely. "It's okay."

"Oh! Oh man! Mine's doing it too!" Exclaimed Jake from the other end of the room, his eyes wide as the creature inside him began to kick and tumble. His stomach looked like a bowling ball rolling around beneath his shirt.

"H-hey! Hey!" Another, Tom, stuttered, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. He was sweating profusely, and his stomach was contorting in a way that would make even the most stoic person queasy. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles white as marble. "I think…it's happening to me."

The room was a cacophony of gasps and whispers. The other brothers gathered around them, their own bulging bellies a silent testament to the horror they were all about to face. They had watched Steve and Jason give birth, and now Tom and Jake were both in the throes of it, their stomachs stretching and pulsing furiously.

Tom's skin began to rip and tear, the sound of his agony piercing through the frat house. "It hurts so much," he choked out, his voice high-pitched and desperate. "Oh God, oh God, oh God…" His words turned into a keening wail as the alien child fought its way into the world. "Just…come out of meeeee!"

Jake was next, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth bared in a grimace. His stomach shook visibly, shuddering like a freezing animal. He felt his skin give way, the warmth of his own blood mixing with the cool November air. He gasped as the creature slipped out, wet and slimy, and fell into his waiting arms. "Oh…God…Oh…fuck…" He breathed, his eyes watering with pain and shock.

The alien baby looked up at him, its eyes wide and unblinking. Jake stared at it in horror and awe. This was his child. He had nurtured it, grown it, and now it was here, staring back at him. Despite the pain, despite the fear, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride.

As Jake died, Tom burst, sobbing uncontrollably, ending up cradling the squirming creature in trembling arms. He apologized over and over to his alien child for leaving it to face the world without him, then began to violently convulse from shock. The seizure seemed to upset Tom's offspring, and it squealed unhappily, clinging to Tom's chest with its tiny clawed hands.

One by one the frat brothers felt the alien life inside them demanding escape. The room was a symphony of moans and grunts, cries and curses and prayers and joyful greetings and affirmations from birthing fathers to alien children. The smell of blood and internal organs filled the air, mingling with the aroma of takeout and beer.

The entire time, Chad didn't feel more than a twitch from his own alien child, watching the others give birth with a mix of dread and a strange sense of longing. He was starting to get worried. He lumbered over to one of the last of his laboring brothers, Dave, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey man, I'm starting to get worried."

Dave's stomach was tight as a drum, the creature inside of him was definitely active, but he was still in the early stages of the birth process. His breaths were heavy and labored, his skin shiny with sweat. "Urgh…it's fine, man. I'm super excited to meet my baby."

"Nah, man, you're doing great and I'm really happy for you," Chad said. "I just…" His hands roamed tenderly over his own swollen abdomen. "I haven't felt mine in a while. Think it's okay?"

Dave winced as a particularly sharp kick echoed through his stomach. "Yeah, I'm sure it's fine," he said, though the doubt in his voice was palpable. "They're probably just taking a nap or something."

Chad took a deep breath, trying to stick his stomach out as far as he could. His skin stretched painfully taut but nowhere near what it needed to be for his baby to come out. He had felt his baby move earlier, but now it was eerily still. The silence was deafening. The room had gone from a chaotic mess of pain and new life to a quiet, uneasy anticipation.

"It's the gas…the gas that does it. From all the food and soda and beer." Another gasping, panting brother, named Derek, spoke up through his own pains. "It builds up and up until…until you just…until you just can't hold it anymore." His words trailed off as his stomach convulsed, a fresh wave of pain washing over him. "You could like…just stuff yourself till you blow if you want to have it early."

Chad nodded. It was an idea, a desperate and absurd idea, but it was all he had. Still, he worried something was seriously wrong with his baby. What if he induced himself and something was wrong and he died before he could help it? The thought was too much to bear. He stumbled into the kitchen, his distended stomach leading the way. He grabbed a half-empty bottle of soda from the fridge and began to chug it down, feeling the fizz bubble down his throat and into his stomach. He hoped that the gas would stimulate the baby, but all it did was make him feel bloated and nauseous.

Derek's cries grew louder, his body jolting with the power of his alien's movements. His skin stretched tight as a drum, and the veins in his neck bulged. "I'm having it!" he screamed. "Oh God!" There was a ripping sound and Derek's screams turned to sobs of joy as the creature emerged from his stomach.

"Come on, little buddy," Chad whispered to his still stomach, "Give me a kick or something." His words echoed in the quiet kitchen, the flicker of the fridge light the only companion to his growing panic. He placed the soda down, his hand trembling. The house was now a symphony of pain and wonder, as one by one his brothers met their fates, bringing new life into the world. Yet, his own baby remained still, a silent presence that filled him with dread. He grasped his stomach in both hands, pressing his fingertips into the taut skin. "Please," he murmured, "Please move for daddy. Or mama…whatever you want to call me."

The alien inside of him remained still. The silence was deafening, and Chad's mind raced with fear. He stumbled back to the living room, the floor sticky with alien birthing fluids. "Guys," he called out, his voice shaky, "I think…I think something's wrong with my kid!" The room fell quiet, the cries of newborn aliens momentarily silenced by his distress.Dave's wail rose into a shriek and he ruptured with such force it seemed like he was nearly torn in two.

And Chad was alone.

The TV played on, mocking Chad as he clutched his still stomach. "Oh…noooo…" He moaned, clutching his stomach. He stumbled back to the couch, where Steve's body still sat in the blood soaked cushions, his alien baby dozing peacefully in the ruins of its father's body. The creature looked so innocent, so…alive. Chad felt a pang of jealousy. He had been looking forward to this moment, to meeting his baby, to holding it in his arms. But now, all he felt was fear.

"Steve…man…I think I fucked something up." Chad tearfully told the lifeless form of his friend, his voice trembling with the weight of his words. "My baby…it's not coming out." He glanced around the room, at the other brothers who were either cradling their newborns and breathing their last or lying still, their eyes glazed over. "I don't know what I did…I think I killed it somehow…" He sobbed. "I just…I suck so bad at having babies. I'm…I'm a bad man-momma." He felt the tears roll down his cheeks, mixing with the sweat and snot, an ugly tableau of grief.

Steve's offspring stuck its head out of the gaping wound in his torso to see what the hell was making all that obnoxious fucking noise. It hissed at Chad, barked furiously and then burrowed further into Steve's cooling body.

"See? Even your kid's mad at me," Chad whispered to Steve's corpse, his voice thick with despair. "He's, like, twenty minutes old and he can tell I'm a fuck up." Chad's alien child remained still, a silent judgment against his inadequacy. He looked around the room, his eyes glazed with tears, at his brothers who had all suffered and died for their babies.

Chad's stomach gave a low, plaintive grumble.

He felt his hope surge for a moment, and gripped his stomach, willing the alien baby to move. "Come on," he whispered, his voice a hoarse rasp. "Please, come out." There was a slight wiggle in the depths of his stomach, then the baby stretched, every limb extending until Chad's stomach looked like a fat, striped starfish. Chad whooped in excitement, ignoring the pain that shot through him like a knife. "Yes! Yes! You're…you're okay!" He wanted to hug his stomach. The baby kicked, a little weaker than Chad would have liked, but it was alive and that was all that mattered.

"Don't worry, kid, daddy's gonna get you out," Chad said with a newfound determination, he knew what he had to do. Half an extra large cheese pizza, a dozen chicken wings, and three bottles of soda later, Chad felt his stomach was as full as it could ever be. He lay on the floor, his stomach swollen and tight, surrounded by his brothers bodies and their alien babies. He groaned in naked agony, his skin stretching and popping, his stomach had actually turned a shade of dark purple.

"Still…with me…kid?" He whispered to his stomach, his voice tight with pain. He ran his hand over the monstrous swelling rising over him like a mountain range. The baby responded with a kick so strong, Chad could feel his ribs crack. When he was done whimpering he chuckled.

He knew the time was near, the pressure was building and he felt something inside him rip. Chad's breathing grew ragged, his eyes squeezed shut as the pain spiked. As his stomach began to rise hideously even further above him Chad laughed through his tears as the gurgling reached a beautiful, terrifying crescendo. "I…I love you," he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. He spat blood and, still smiling, added:

"No homo."

Chad's stomach lurched, shivered and then, with a sound like a wet leather sack full of gelatin rupturing, burst.

Some cartoon ass biology in this one BUT the mpreg bug bites me so seldom I had a MIGHTY NEED to write this.

All my Best,

-Fuqua's Patron

Daaaaaamn. I'm not into bro-y frat dudes, but wow this is insanely good! Evocative and emotional, the biology of the aliens intrigues me (picturing classic greys but more bestial). Love all of them hopelessly dedicated to their babies' safety, despite knowing they're gonna die

#horrorpreg #alienpreg #mpreg #bursting #Fuqua's Patron

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dialovers-translations · 1 year ago

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [Euphoria Ending]

ー The scene starts in the Church

Subaru: Uu...Gaah...!

Yui: Subaru-kun!? Please, let go of my hand! Don't try to save me...!

Subaru: Fuck off! Not in a million years!

Yui: You can't, you'll get caught up as well...!

Subaru: Still, I just can't let go of...Uu...Guh...!

Yui: ( Ah, his wounds are aching...He's trying to protect me, even in his current state. )

( I appreciate the sentiment...but! )

Let me go, Subaru-kun! In your current state...!

Subaru: As if I can watch you die in front of me! I promised that I'd keep you save no matter what, remember!?

Yui: And I want to protect you too! I don't want to let you die...!!

Subaru: Shut up! You better not think I'm gonna let you kick the bucket either!

Yui: ...

Subaru: ...

Yui: Fufu...

Subaru: ...Hehe.

Yui: ーー Hey, Subaru-kun. We're very similar, aren't we?

We both refuse to give the other up. Even in a situation like this.

Subaru: Yeah, you're right.

Yui: In that case, we might as well go togetherーー

Subaru: ...

Hah, you big idiot. But I guess dyin' alongside you wouldn't be that bad.

We'll be together, as we die, and in the afterlife as well.

Let's just allow the wind to swallow us up. Rest assured. I definitely won't let go of you.

Yui: Yeah, I'll be fine. Nothing scares me when we're together.

Subaru: Yeah. Come on, look at me. I'll kiss you until the bitter end.

Yui: Okay...

Subaru: ...Nn...

Yui: Nn...

( Such a sweet kiss. The type of kiss which I love so much, making me forget all about my fears or worries. )

( If this is how I'll approach my end, there's nothing to be afraid of... )

*Flash*

Yui: ...!?

Subaru: What was that light just now...!?

*Rumble rumble*

Subaru: Oi, is it just me or is this Church fallin' apart...!?

Yui: Yeah, but how odd. The strong gust of wind and the rubble are all disappearing. Like they're fading into particles of light...

Subaru: Yeah, it's almost as if this World itself is breaking down...!

Don't worry! Just hang onto me tight, 'kay? ...Kuh!

*WOOSH*

ー The scene shifts to the mysterious Chamber

Yui: ...Huh...?

( Where are we...? We were at that Church, and then... )

Subaru: Nn...? Oi, are you alright?

Yui: Yeah, I'm fine! How about you?

Subaru: I somehow turned out alright as well...Where are we...?

The Castle at Eden...?

Yui: Does that mean we safely made it out of that World?

Subaru: Probably.

Yui: Ah, everyone else is here too! They seem to be unconscious too...

But how did this happen? Someone needed to be sacrificied for that World to be destroyed, no?

Subaru: Yeah...But seems like that World fell apart for god knows what reason.

*Woosh*

Socrates: The experiment was a succes.

Subaru: This light, and voice...Socrates, is that you!?

Socrates: At that critical moment of life or death, Adam and Eve most definitely embraced the love for each other.

I witnessed it all with my very own eyes. True love, worthy of the new World.

Subaru: The fuck...!?

Yui: ( I don't quite get it, but I guess this means his experiment has come to an end? )

Socrates: The hint I gave in regards to how you could destroy that World played a big part in everything, no?

Subaru: Haah!? You've gotta be fuckin' with us! How was that bullshit 'bout one person havin' to die supposed to help us!?

Socrates: I am not referring to that. The real clue as to how to break that World was hidden in the legend.

Subaru: The legend? The thing 'bout kissin' Eve in the Church?

Yui: But I wasn't woken up through a kiss...

Socrates: The true meaning behind the story of Sleeping Beauty lies in the fact that awakening must happen through genuine love.

If Adam and Eve can prove that their love is real and seal it with a kiss, the cage will crumble and an end will come to the everlasting nightmare.

Everyone will wake up, and a new Supreme Overlord...In other words, Adam will be born.

Yui: So, the fact we kissed at the Church...

Subaru: Was exactly that...?

Socrates: Now I have seen it all. I will accept losing a dear friend for a love this strong.

I am satisfiedーー

ー Socrates disappears

Subaru: Oi, what the fuck!? Don't just have your say and then dip on us!?

Yui: I wonder who that guy was in the end? Also, this 'friend' he spoke of...

Karlheinz: ...I witnessed all of it as well, my dear friend Socrates. It was a formidable experiment.

Subaru: You bastard...What rock did you crawl out from under!?

Yui: Karlheinz-san. Then this 'dear friend' Socrates mentioned...

Karlheinz: He was referring to me, Eve.

Still, I did not think you would have grown this much, Subaru.

Subaru: ...Che.

Karlheinz: You are now more than worthy to inherit my powers.

Both my friend and I have lost track of just how long we have waited for Adam and Eve to find true love.

For that exact moment where we discover genuine love through the appearance of two people capable of creating a new Worldーー

Eve and yourself did an excellent job proving your true love for one another. I could not wish for any more.

Now, accept these powers of mineーー

Subaru: I don't want them!

Karlheinz: ...Why not?

Subaru: I'll use my own strength to live alongside her!

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Ah...He's holding me tight. )

Subaru: My name's Subaru and she's Yui. We're not 'Adam' and 'Eve'.

I'll stay with her, both in life and death, because that's my own choice.

I don't give a damn 'bout what you have to think of that!

Yui: Me too...I am with Subaru-kun as myself, not as Eve.

Now and forever.

Karlheinz: ...I see. So you will reject every aspect of our experiment, rendering it null and void?

Very well. You did most definitely show us your genuine love after all.

I shall give you two my blessing! As you chose love over powerーー

ー Karlheinz vanishes

Yui: ( Ah, he disappeared...But now we've finally been freed from that cage. )

We can go back at last!

Subaru: Yeah. Let's get outta here already.

Yui: Yup!

Monologue The miniature World fell apart, and we finally got back to our everyday lives. All of us made it back safe and sound, without anyone having to be sacrificed. Of course, this includes Subaru-kun as well. This event proved to us, that we both absolutely need each other. One of us cannot be removed from the picture, even if that is nothing but self-satisfaction. If we truly want the other to smile, then we simply cannot leave their smile. I believe that is difficult, as easy as it may sound. However, I refuse to leave Subaru-kun's side, no matter what happens. I'll live and die alongside himーー That is different from what Karlheinz-san and his friend had in mind for us, but we shall continue to walk down this path, which we carved for ourselves.

ー The scene shifts to Subaru's room at the Sakamaki manor

Yui: Subaru-kun, you're still not getting up? Reiji-san's telling you to get out of bed already.

Subaru: Don't listen to what that guy has to say. Who cares if I stay like this a bit longer?

Yui: But you'll be late for school if you don't get up soon.

Subaru: I can just skip, right? More importantly, you should join me over here.

*Rustle*

Yui: Wah...!

Subaru: Hah, now he'll get on your case as well.

Yui: Geez, Subaru-kun.

( But somehow I'm okay with getting scolded if it's together with Subaru-kun. )

Subaru: Oi, look at me. ...Nn.

Yui: Nnh...!

You can't, Subaru-kun! If we kiss now, who knows when Reiji-san might walk in to wake us...

Subaru: Then let's give him a show. We'll make it very clear that we're too busy for school today.

Yui: Gosh...

Subaru: Who cares? We made it out of that place alive.

Let me feel you even more. I want to confirm that you're actually here with me.

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: Nn...

Yui: ...Phew...

( No fair...I can't say no when he says such things. )

Subaru: I love you. Forever, and ever.

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #clsubarueuphoria

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sunnychuuya · 4 months ago

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Time for my now nightly sally face vomit the one thing I dislike about this game so far is its lack of a save button

GUYS WHAT THE FLIP THIS IS SO FSR BACK ITS JUST AFTER I GOT THE CROWBAR WHAT

TIME TO SPEEDRUNNN

-6 minutes 34.94 seconds to get back to chapter five okay time to look up a tutorial..

-what the fuck. It was t h a t e a s y?? IT CAN BE COMPLETED IN LESS THAN 15 SECONDS?! IM ENDING IT ALL WTH

-didn't mention this before but I love the detail of the gear boy screen being scratched

-this is definitely foreshadowing

Hey guys look how much more coherent I am when I have the light off and am not on a fucking terrifying part

-well thats..creepy.

-WHY DOES THE DUDE IN CHAPTWR 7 MOCW SO SPEEDY I CANT XONTROL HIM

-Holt ahit the whole screen going black scared me so bad

-OB THATS A CORPSW

TGATS A FUCKING CORPSE

THAT IS A DEAD MAN

OH LORD

-WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHY DID HE PEEL OPEN LIKE A BANANA THIS RED EYED DEMON EBETTER GET THE FUCK AWAY BEGONE HOE

-yea guys maybe yall should fucking move cuz that shit is terrifying leave before you all fucking die

-NOOO

LaRYS CRHING

BABY NOOOOO

-Ok I mean like it does sound like bullshit so u can't rlly blame him for not believing sal..

-fuck wait if the tree house has proof what traumatizing shit happens there later why can't a tree house ever just be silly

-the apartments were abandoned huh..

-why am I playing as m a n

Agreed

I mean I don't rlly know what sal did except kill someone but all the fanarts I see of him post killing someone say "I had no choice" in the background and he doesn't seem like the dude to just go and murder someone

Maybe I just rlly like sal lmao

-LARRY FUCKING DIED?!

GUYS WHAT

I SAID HE WAS THE ONE FUCKING CHARCAYER WHO COUDLTNEE DIE

WHAT

WHY

THIS IS CRUEL

FUCK THIS GAME

DELETING RN

WHAT THE FYCK

-Why did Enon just die wth

-seeing a ghost take the form of Larry made me scream like not even joking I'm bawling my eyes out whay the fuck

-wait pookies this hopefully is not true and I don't see any reason in why it would be true of it is true I'm gonna find the nearest cliff but like sal murders someone and laryr is dead ...

....

No right that's not right it can't be they're bestie bros

Also it wouldn't make sense cuz Larry's tryna help sal

BUT HOW THE FUCK DID HE DIE THEN? one of my friends is being sus about it

I know I haven't met Travis but I've developed an attachment to him bc of the fan content I've seen

-WHY DID ENON FUCKING DIE

Thats low-key sus

Thats really sus actuslly

Right as Enon is like finding out about smth he dies

Hmmm

-"white room eht ni em dnif. Ouy dlot I tahw tegrof t'nod" thanks I understand that

OHCEAIT ITS BACKWARDS

Dont forget what I told you. Find me in the white room.

HUH ??

GUYS am I forgetting smth or is this sposed to be mysterious

Omori ass shit

-oh it's the ghosty thing

-am I stupid I csnt even kinds decipher what should be in the blanks half the time

Bad example. But sad!

Okay but run only has three letters what

OH IS IT AN ! ?

Yes I'm smart

OH FUCK

that scared me so fucking bad my vision low-key blacked out for a second I'm in the dark again lmao

-SAL NO?? FUCKING GET A LAWYER DIPSHIT??

-sal I love you but for the love of God (okay thst might not be a great thing to say from the foreshadowing we've been getting lol) fucking at least try to win the case

-WHAT NO FUCKING DEFENS UR SELF DONT JUST SAY "I wouldn't be surprised" UGH

-oh someone told me j would be scared of bologna bc of this game

-"ugh" dude pls

Yoo I'm finally gonna get rhe lore..

Im scared!

-Mr dood El is so real

-SHUT UP THIS IS SO COOL AND CREATIVD

-THIS GAME IS AMAZING!!

-"Hello are you okay" *demonic garbling* fucking mood

-"now please leave us alone your head will frighten the children" LMAOKK

-okay so the truth stuff is sus obviously

-y aren't circle heads normal :(

-"Hello are yiu the great beast" "well, fuck you too friend." Teehee

-ik this is prolly gonna be some like deep foreshadowing but it's just this is so cool and funny?

-on the side of the fortune teller it looks like it says gae instead of green

-WHY WAS THAT PART UNIRONICALLY SO GOOD

-makes me kinda scared for late game tho!

-math class sleep >> all other sleep

LETS FUCKING GO GUYS LETS FUCKING GO ITS TRVAIS YES STUPID UGLY BOY IVE BEEN WAITING

-"nobody likes a cliche bully traaavis" SAL ILY SM

-"yk if you took that stick out of ur ass you may actually enjoy yourself for once." DAMNNNN

-travis you hoe 😔

Bro ik this is like sposed to be serious but why was the panel kf travis punching sal so fucking funny to me

-but like sal ik you don't know but maybe don't talk about travis dad

-ASH DONT KUST FUCKING TAKE OFF THE PROSTETHIC IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING HALLWAY WITHOUT EVEN ASKING ??

Like j appreciate u trying to help but not the best move-

-larry.. how good.. to see you.. alive.. *sobbing*

-ash the ghosts are fucjing real stfu

-yea sal his dad is shit but like it doesn't rlly excuse it all idk

-mk yup there's smth up with the bologna

I hate that word it's not even close to how it's pronounced

-wtf is the hot dog incident???

Made with dog??

-"You're lucky it's bologna day" that is such a fucking sentence 💀

-"i don't know if this town has room for another conspiracy theory" there's prolly gonna be like 17 more this game

-I got a paperclip! And then I look at it and it says "I can use this paper clip to get into my friends lockers" lmal

-WHAT THE FUCK NO SAL UR SO WEONG PHYSICS IS THE WORSE?! ITS THE ONLT SCIENCE CLASS IVE EVER TAKEN THAT I DISLIKED

-oh yea how old r they rn r they still freshman ? Assuming so

-sal is so short god

-this is completely unrelated to sallt face but chat my leg is bleeding and it reallt burns uhh ow

It might be bc there's alcohol marjer in it but that's from a day ago so idk

-THWRWS CANONICAL GAY

OMFG

LETS GO

i mean ik sla is canonically bi but when there's a gay relationship in canon it's so happy okay

wait through the past two years

What is their age in ep 3

Like someone pls answer this

-wait

Im trying to figure it out

They said if they killed Travis they'd have to deal with him for two years

Indicating two years of hs left

Okay

Ig thar makes sense

Im a liar I don't understand

-i wish u could runnnnnnn ahhhhhh

-"you butt nozzle" wtf does this mean

-actusllt maybe I shouldn't say I wish u could run bc the thing that happened earlier.. haha..

-yall that's sus why r there so many missing posters

-where am I sposed to be going ahh

-the textbook in Larry's locker is labeled "generic textbook" lmao

-mmm that's sus home made by a teacher.. nah..

-?? Travis is gone

-THE NOTE?? OKAY I HEARS TRAVIS HAD LEFT A NOTE IN THE BATHROOM BUT LIKE I DIDNT KNK THE CONTENTS

OwwWW

THAT HURTS MY HEART :<

-BE GAY MY SILLY BOY KILL UR DAD !!

-bruh gods whole thing is loving everyone stop being homophobuc

-"yk we aren't all actually gay, right? I mean besides forTodd. Todd is super gay." Good for Todd

-okay I have to go through all the dialog options

-"says the boy who hides behind a mask! Get lost, you mutant!" OUCHIE :<

-can I murder kenneth.. he shot sal and his mom.. and is la shitty dad to travis.. :/

..!

-HE SAID SORRGY

-empty envelope..

Could

The note be from there

Hemmmmmmmmmmmm

-HES TEYING TO BE NICER WTH

-WAIT FUCK

THAT MEANS I DONT GET TO EXPERIENCE SOME OF THE DIOLAOGUES

FUCKING SHIT BALLS

-MRS PACKERTON LIVES IN THE APARTMENTS

WE KNOW WHO LVIES IN MOST IF NOR ALL OF THEM

EXCEPT FOR 201

QHICH HAS HAD SUSPICIOUS NOISES SINCE EPISODE ONE

SUSSSS

-i hate puzzles how am I sposed to know what the lock is

-NEVERMIND GOT IT IN LESS THAN 2 MINUTES IM FUCKING GOD

-sally has mental I'll

-me when uiuruy.rhoheitnruy.a,drwitoflsuynbusmo

-okay guys wrf was that cuz they're acting like it's a reoccurring thing

-ik is not that but dehydration rlly is a bitch

-im so on edge like it went into the bathroom and we saw gizmo qnd it had a record scratch sound and I jumped

-wow our dad actually says he'll do smrh with us soon.. shocker 😐

-oh ow that's sad but sals dad u bitch u fuckin got rid of photos of sals mom??? I like get ur also affected but be a better dad jeez

-welcom to windom guys

-time to try to geuss the password

-I DID IT IM FUCKINT AMAZING

GUYS WHY DID IT BREK

HES GONNA KILL ME SHIT

-y r there empty letters randomly appearing eith my name that's sus!!

-Robert slays

-yo we can enter 403 now shouldn't they have fixed the doorframe by now tho lmao

-whyis she talking out her neck god I'm gonna vomit the sound effects are Not Neesxcaru

-I feel like that red eyed demon ain't really gone.

-it's 1:06 am have mercy on my orbs pls

-these letters r confusing

-samn what r Todd's parents on 💀

-did sal jusr say "good lord" beuh

-im scared.

-theres a lock on the freezer fuck fuck fuck

-okay. Ifs creepy, but at least it'd just a goat head. Could be worse. Could be human

Waych me end up regretting these words..

-she has a weird obsession with pi huh

-greem stuff in the tub

-whay am I sposed to do while waiting 4 Larry

-GUYS IM NOT GONNA FUCKING BE STUCK AGAIN

IVE SEARCHED THE WHOLE PLACE WITJ THE GEAR BOY SND CLICKED ON EVERY INTERACTIVE THING

RAGHHN

I feel like there's a possibility the thing we found in her desk could be used to open the door but it'd not letting me

-clock puzzle..

-I did it

WHAT THE FUCK

-GUYS WHAT THE HELL

-yall I just killed a dude don't feel great about that haha...

-FYCK SHES BACK FUCKR FUSJDK

-"if we don't make it out alive.. I.. I love you dude"

-THE THE THE THE WAY THE WAY THE WAY ME WHEN THE WAY SAL IS HOLDING HIS PIGTALS

-it's just ash fuckign great what the hell

-"damn." Valid reaction ngl like what r u sposed to say to thar

-OH MY DUCKING GOD ARE THE MISSING POSTETS PEOPLE SHES MADE INTO BOLGIANEN

ANITHER FUCKIJG LOCK IN NOTNINCTHE MENTAL STATE FOR THIS RN

-this isn't very girlypop core

-ngl just googled the lock combo bc I'm uncomfy rn and don't feel like puzzles

-OH THATS A SHIT TON OF HUMAN CORPSES

WHY

Why

WAS THIS NECCASARU

-YEA LARRY I DONT BLAME YOU FOR THROWING UP I AM REALLT NEAR THERE MYSELF AND IM JUST SEEING IT THROUGH A SCREEN

-GUYS FUCKIJG MOVE OUT OF THESE APARTMENTS

-SAL IM FINE IF YOU STOP TELLING IT THERE OKAY OKAY CAN WE FUCKING NOT

DOES THIS MEAN LIKE EVERYONE AT THEIR SCHOOL EXCEPT I think her name was Megan IS A FUCKING CANNIBAL

IM SCARED GUYS

WHY IS TODD IN THE HOSPITAL

I MEAN IG AT LEAST HES ALIVE ??

-please don't go down the trash chute.

-welp she's dead okay Larry let's go!

Please.

-SAL FUCKING DONT ILL

FUCK NO

-IDK IFNIM SPOSED TO BE EABLE TO DECIPHER THESE MESAGES

-ripped carpet

-DONT FUCKING GO IN THERE

-wtf

-WHAT THE HELLLL

WHAT THE GENUINE FUCK DOODLES

-"whelp this looks bad" I love Larry

OH MY GOD TODD IM AN ARCHITECHTURE NERD TOO BUT PLEASE THSTS NOT IMPORTANT RN

-SHUT UP THIS IS DROM THE GEAR BOY GAME WITH WITH THE DEVOTEURDS OF GOD SHIT RAGHH

-THW RED EYED DEMON ISNT DEAD OKAY

-"it's a good thing thr cult isn't around anymore.. the demon too" YA JUST FUCKIN JINXED IT THEYRE GONNA KILL YA SAL

-qere gonna die were gonna die were all gonna die oh god oh fuck

-DONT SPLIT UP ARE YOU DUMB?!

-why do these things always happen to me?" Idk why I thought if schooby doo

-IM LARRGY OMG

Wait he doesn't die here does he.

-great gonna be here for 7 hours

-no im not looking up a tutorial Ur looking up a tutorial

Me when

I made itty

Qalk around in circles and you'll figure it out cool

-YOO IM SAL AHAIN

ANOTHET FCCKING PUZZLE KYS

-yipee I have to have a tutorial for sal too. End me.

-gwuss who's bleeding again! Different spot this time closer to my ankle

-following a tutorial

-does exactly what it says

-doesn't work

-runs around in rage and despair

-it fucking worked

Making a second part to this cuz my phones trying to die ill rb when thr other is finish

@mypinterestgotbannedsoimherenow

#my ramblings #sally face

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 5 months ago

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ALSO. HIIII good evening <3 holding microphone up to u. i would love ur scion thoughts post-interlude!! if u have any!! i know u have Opinions on him i wanna know how the redstringing's going!!!!

OH DUDE I HAVE SOOOOOOOOOOOO MANY FUCKING OPINIONS. GOD. WHAT THE FUCK . WAS NOT EXPECTING 2 LEARN THIS INFORMATION WHEN I WAS TIPSY ON CLOWN WINE AT MIDNIGHT BUT ALAS HERE WE FUCKING ARE I GUESS. CASUAL WORM READING EXPERIENCE. FUCK

okay okay okay oka. that interlude was so fucking good it both answered some of my questions and also gave me SO MANY MORE QUESTIONS. as soon as kevin started talking about being the most powerful man in the world i KNEW. i KNEW it was gonna be some scion bullshit. at first i thought it was gonna be like some... witch from beauty and the beast bullshit where he Was Actually scion just. posing as an eccentric homeless guy out of costume. which would have disappointed me i think because i am so dead set on scion Not Being Human.

WHICH. I FEEL SO STRONGLY IN MY HEART THIS CHAPTER SUPPORTED SO WELL. when they described how Simurgh first appeared floating motionless over a city. dude. dude. my first fucking thought with that was "hey that sounds like what people say about scion." he doesnt speak. his face never moves. hes extremely powerful, so far the only person powerful to drive away the endbringers. he's GOTTA be the same type of thing they are. not human, never was human, but for some reason he Looks Human. like... simurgh does too, but shes still huge and has weird proportions and the wings. scion as far as i know is normal sized and looks mostly human besides being gold. i havent figured that out yet

having a LOT OF FEELINGS about . the whole reason scion does what he does is because some miserable man with a heart of gold told him to. side note i reallyyyy really got attached to kevin i liked him a lot :( that brings into question SO MANY fucking things about the endbringers. this is full on mac ghostiezone game theory moment at this point but. i dont know where they came from, but it seems like at their first appearance they were... susceptible to orders? and this just happened to be an extremely lucky right place at the right time moment. I cant even imagine a world where scion wasnt a "hero" and was instead a force of destruction like the endbringers. which brings up the question... did anyone else try to talk to the endbringers at their first appearances? i cant IMAGINE anyone would willingly go near leviathan or behemoth considering their more monstrous dangerous appearance . but what about simurgh? im acting on the assumption that the endbringers are some sort of Creation and i dont know what their purpose is but either option 1: someone DID talk to the other 3 and it was someone with extremely bad intentions and gave them the orders to become what they are now or option 2: nobody said shit to them and theyre acting on base instinct????? idk. im viewing the endbringers more like. animals or natual disasters than anything and i dont know if thats exactly correct to do but its how my brain works. so.

the big difference between them is that... scion acts with a Goal, where the endbringers seem more like forces of nature that dont really act with any sort of. purpose. simurgh is the exception to this though since she went out of her way to obscure the information about power origins from reaching dragon and also the way she acts makes it seem like... she Knows something. i dont know i still have sooo many questions.

im REALLY worried about whats gonna happen now that kevin gave him the new order to kill. im really worried its gonna be like a monkeys paw situation where... maybe one or all of the endbringers will die, but then what the fuck does he do after that. come back to whats her name (is it lisette?) for more orders? theres no guarantee lisette will be anywhere near as. idk. selfless? as kevin? that feels wrong. idk. she seemed scared of that situation and didnt want the responsibility placed on her so what if she avoids it and never gives scion any other orders???? will he just fall back on old programming and start killing other "bad" things???? is THIS how the fucking apocalypse starts. this has gotta be connected to the apocalypse in some way i can feel it in my bones. scion with kill orders makes me feel crazy.

#uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i think i have more thoughts than this but theyre mostly little specific things .#like how he looked like... a lost puppy or something.#scion scares me so bad and yet. he is so FUCKING compelling #well. scare isnt the right word. hes just unsettling. i KNOW soemthing is weird about him but i dont know What #UNCANNY VALLEY. THATS THE BITCH #HE ACTIVATS UNCANNY VALLEY WITHIN ME #UGHHHHGHGHGHG. UHG!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOD FUCKING INTERLUDE #wormposting #reaction time #asks #friends!!#intertexts

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b0rtney · 10 months ago

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ALL im saying is if u gave me fuck u money i'd write a fanfic where, for some reason i will come up w later, katniss doesn't/can't volunteer for prim during the reaping.

so we get prim and peeta in the hunger games, hamish and effie coaching them as best they can. and prim is, ofc tiny and scared and like. 11 or whatever (i forgor ages), and peeta is like ":) ok new plan: make sure katniss gets her little sister back!" meanwhile hamish is like "do i even know a kind of self defense that works for someone the size of perhaps a small potato or large hamster????" and effie is like "oh dear lord. oh jesus. she's just solidly gonna die huh??? oh god i need a career change???" and prim, after the shock has worn off, is like "oh shit i have a sister (and mom ig) to get back to. i gotta live thru this."

so prim is like solidly understanding she's not winning against careers in combat. she focuses on any other skill she can get-- medicine to patch herself up, camouflage from peeta, shmoozing for sympathy points (with incredible success, bc she knows who she is and what she looks like), and once she meets the other tributes she manages to worm some useful info on a few things out of a few other tributes who r like "oh poor thing won't survive the cornucopia" and, most notably, she becomes besties w rue.

and so peeta plays his angle of "i just wanna get back to the girl i love uwu," but doesn't bring prim into it as katniss's sister v much bc he knows that would put a target on her back, he instead paints himself as this big ol' sap that'll be easy pickings (if you can find him) so it looks like district 12 just spat out some softies this year (everyone back home is preemptively mourning). maybe he drops one line abt "i will do anything to get prim home safe" w kinda a looking-directly-into-the-camera-kubrick-stare moment.

meanwhile prim is like "rue. bestie. it might be great for us to play our friendship to the camera a bunch? for ratings?? ppl send us things for free??" and rue is like "aight sure yea lets do it" so they do it-- and if my lesbian ass has her way maybe they have little tiny baby crushes and like. hold hands or somn. idk ceasar would play it up and soon we've got the whole capitol like 'THE BABIES OH GAWD NO' and so the star-crossed lovers thing still happens, but with prim and rue. the capitol loses it's shit, bc they're on the way younger side, with baby faces, who have been playing up how tiny and defenseless they are to anyone who will listen for clout and donations.

with a push from peeta/haymitch/effie, ceasar's little-babies-who-will-never-even-get-to-be-fully-in-love-bc-there's-no-way-they're-surviving-the-next-24-hours shtick for prim/rue gets spun wildly out of control before the games even start and suddenly the capitol is demanding the games be called off since "so many of them are so young!" at most extreme, or wondering if the minimum age for the hunger games isn't too young at most moderate.

district 13 was not ready for such a prime revolution moment to happen so quick, but they make the best of it in a somewhat disorganized way. They sway public opinion into spinning this story up, up, and away from capitol control, which eventually (through difficult to succinctly summarize PR bullshit) has everyone calling for snow to step down, and he can't very well use the cattleprods on the supposed upper crust, can he? not when every other district is already twitching for an excuse to revolt and has been for a while. so he 'gracefully' steps down (repercussions to be written in fic). district 13 is like damn they r fr handing us this one wtf.

coin(? i forgor names lol) is just barely too slow to neatly slot herself into power, bc now the capitol+districts is like "WE should get a say *insert democracy/anarcho-communism/republicanism/alt-govt.png*" idk maybe panem fractures into smaller govts that stop being affiliated w one country idk. i havent written the fic yet bc i dont have fuck u money.

what i DO know is katniss is honestly too involved in watching the games and subsequent bullshit to notice gale breathing, and peeta comes home w prim who is like 'can we go visit rue in the spring?' and katniss is like '....... u just restructured the govt...... sure yea wtvr' and peeta goes back to pining bc i just dont think he knows how to make a move when not on a death-related timeclock. maybe prim throws him a bone and wingmans him in there.

#i have not read the books disclaimer #but this idea lives rent free in my head #but to do a lot of it (ie the hard to succinctly summarize PR bullshit) justice it would need to be 70k+ and i cannot justify doing that #without a money cushion #anyway sign up for my substack #hunger games #fanfiction

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rjalker · 1 year ago

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since I keep forgetting and the post keeps getting too long:

feral cat going on a rant to a former, and only just recently strayed indoor only cat about how no, being feral does not mean you're some super cool hero who knows everything and is always one step ahead of everything and living a life of amazing fun adventure. It means never having shelter or safety and knowing that the humans who brought you here broke their promise to not only you, but to your parents and their parents, and now they're all fucking gone so there's no more chances for them to even fix it. Being feral means not knowing whether you're going to survive the day or whether the flowers you're walking past are going to kill you. It means knowing your existence is actively destroying the world around you but you can't do anything about it except decide to die, and what the fuck kind of choice is that?

for a book about the pets left to fend for themselves after the apocalypse.

you are 100% encouraged to take this idea and run with it. It came from a dream I had several years ago now that I just randomly remembered for some reason.

Edit:

You know what, all my books are gonna be public domain anyways, you can just have the two things I wrote for this and use them as writing prompts for your own original story.

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Quote #1

That was the final straw.

"What do you mean you don't know?" [Indoor only cat] burst out, whirling on [Feral cat] "You're feral, aren't you?! You're supposed to know these kinds of things! What do you mean, 'I don't know'??"

[Feral cat] leapt backward and landed, back arched, ears pinned as [Y] hissed, tail twitching just above the ground. A growl started building in [Feral cat]'s throat as [Indoor only cat] stared, shocked by the display of open and abject fear in every line of [Feral cat]'s body.

"What are you--" [A] started to say, bewildered, taking a step forward.

[Feral cat]'s growl turned into a yowl, and [Indoor only cat] froze, unable to comprehend what was happening.

They stayed like that for a dozen racing heartbeats before [Indoor only cat] realized that backing away might be a good idea. And so would apologizing, now that [pronoun] thought about it. [A] backed up several steps, fighting to keep [C] body language relaxed and calm.

“I wasn't trying to scare you.” [Indoor only cat] said,

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Quote #2

"You think that's what feral means? You think being feral means knowing this kind of shit? You think ferals are kings of the streets, fearing nothing, knowing everything? Who the fuck told you that bullshit, your family's free roaming dog? Probably wanted to cover for the fact that he hadn't killed any of us yet and wanted to make himself feel better! You want to know what feral means, lapcat? It means watching all of your siblings die from the cold, or disease, or because they ran into the road and didn't see the car coming. It means watching your mother get killed by a stinking dog with a fancy collar and a shiny tag because her owner couldn't be bothered to keep her on a leash, and she thinks disemboweling cats is the greatest fun since humans invented squeaky toys! Feral means knowing that every human who sees you either hates your stinking guts and will try to run you over, or doesn't give a shit whether you live or die, just as long as you do it somewhere out of sight. It means knowing that your parents parents were house cats, living it up in luxury, just like the humans promised, until one day their humans realized your grandmother was pregnant, and decided they weren't worth the effort of keeping around anymore, not when there'd be kittens to feed, and broke their stinking promise by throwing them out on the street to fend for themselves. Feral means starving every day until you get lucky, and knowing every time you do that every other animal in this stinking city wants you dead with a vengeance. We don't stinking belong here, do you even understand that? We're not supposed to be here! The humans stinking brought us to this whole island, and they were supposed to take care of us, keep us safe inside their homes where nothing could hurt us and we wouldn't have to hurt the wildlife!

We came with the humans, and they were supposed to uphold their end of the bargain, but they didn't! They just kept breaking it, and didn't even try to fix things!

Even the ones who said they wanted to help you, they don't really care at all, they just want to stop you from having kittens, but they don't care what happens to you!

You see this stinking notch on my ear? That's from the human I thought was going to adopt me, bring me home and keep me safe – Well guess what? She lied! She didn't want to help me, she just wanted to stop me from having my own kittens some day, and as soon as that was done, she threw me back into the woods! She just kept stinking saying it was better this way, because I would be so sad if I was brought inside, and she didn't want to listen when I begged her not to put me back! And she didn't listen! Because she didn't care!

The humans brought us here, and broke their promise, and now you, one of the stinking lucky ones, think being feral is a good thing? You think it's a stinking mark of pride? You think it means I know anything and everything I need to to survive out here?

You think I can tell you whether or not this stinking carcass is safe to eat? You think being feral means I magically know what's going to kill me? What's next, you're gonna tell me you think I somehow know when it's safe to cross the street without a human running me over? Have you seen my stinking tail? I'll give you three guesses to how that happened!

Being feral is not some cool heroic stinking journey, housecat, it's a stinking nightmare, brought down on us by shitty humans who couldn't be bothered to do the one job they'd accepted! And now it's too stinking late for them to fix any of it, because now they're all gone, and they're never coming back!

Even if some of them are still alive, none of them are coming back for us, because now you, and the rest of your housekept friends, are no better than we are – feral. And to humans, feral means stinking useless. And don't you give me some sob story about how your human is different, your human really cares, your human is going to come back for you. You lived right on top of ground zero. Your human was probably dead before the first night was even over.”

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and yes these could just be part of the same scene but I wrote them separately, so you can just mush them together if you want.

The key point here is that they have to have actual cat body language though, so if you don't know what that looks like you should definitely learn before writing this. pro tip: cats don't hiss when they're angry.

#writing prompts #writing ideas #story ideas #xenofiction #xenofiction prompts #xenofiction ideas #fictional animal death #animal death #apocalypse prompts #dystopia prompts #idk #long post

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nero-vanderwolf · 9 months ago

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“I’m gonna kill you!”

The kid pointed the spear at his chest. Instead of feeling fear, he felt... Acceptance.

Shinjiro Aragaki didn’t fear death. He knew it was coming sooner or later, with those damn suppressants constantly in his body. He knew it was coming sooner or later, being in SEES again. He knew it was coming sooner or later, with the child of the woman he murdered standing in front of him, angry tears welling in his eyes.

“Do it. I won’t stop you,” Shinjiro said, fighting against his own tears. This was what he’d wanted. He wanted to die, to have his life taken for what he did all those years ago. But he’d been too much of a damn coward to do it himself, so he took Persona suppressants. So he constantly ran his mouth to punks in back alleys. So he made risky deals with Strega. So he agreed to meet Ken Amada in the same spot the kid’s mom was killed.

“You’re right,” he continued, staring down the shaft of the spear to the kid in front of him. “I wanted to forget. That’s why I left the group and tried suppress my power... But nothing I did could erase the memory. And now I find myself here, in the last place I want to be.”

How old was Ken, he wondered. Definitely still in elementary school. A damn child.

And he, Shinjiro, was a murderer. It was funny. Revenge was never the answer, he’d learned. Yet here he was, about to be killed in the name of vengeance.

“It’s my fault. This is what I deserve,” he bowed his head, noting how Ken dropped his spear to now point at his heart. “...But, let me give one warning.”

Ken hesitated. “...Warning?”

“If you decide to take my life,” Shinjiro answered, raising his head once again. “You’ll end up like me. Just remember that.”

Ken scowled, anger on his face. “Is that supposed to change my mind?”

Shinjiro took a breath, one of his last. “Even if all you have now is hatred, one day you’ll regret it.”

Ken poked Shinjiro with his spear. “Shut up! That’s a load of crap!”

A new voice came from the shadows, the only one Shinjiro had hoped he wouldn’t hear tonight.

“He is correct,” Takaya said. “There is no reason for him to feel regret. That is the very nature of revenge.”

His cold, hawk-like eyes were fixed on Shinjiro. Shinjiro held the gaze as steadily as he could.

“Is it not permissable to kill those who are themselves killers? You... The loss of Chidori has posed to be a bit of a challenge for us, but we cannot simply ignore your meddling.”

Takaya drew a gun from his pocket, grinning. “Do not fear. This night is but a stepping stone... Salvation shall be yours.”

For the first time, Shinjiro felt fear. His blood turned to ice, his legs trembled. But he wasn’t scared for himself. His mind leapt to Ken, the kid in front of him who wanted him dead.

He stepped in front of the kid, shielding him from Takaya. This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be happening- Ken wasn’t about to die. Not because of him. Not again.

“You cannot defy fate,” Takaya snarled. “You shall die, whether or not it is at the hand of this boy.”

He didn’t care about himself, he didn’t care about his own death. He only cared about keeping the child of the woman he killed alive and well.

Takaya smiled once again, cold and wicked. “You’ve been taking those pills for some time, now. You don’t have much longer.”

Ken looked scared now, his knuckles white against the hilt of his spear. “What’s he talking about?”

“That’s bullshit!” Shinjiro snapped, shaking. Takaya’s smile grew wider.

“Listen to your body... You know it to be true.”

“What does he mean!? You’re going to die, no matter what I do!?” Ken demanded, looking at Shinjiro now with an odd expression on his face. If Shinjiro didn’t know any better, he might have said Ken was worried about him. “That’s not fair! All this time... I’ve been waiting for this!”

Takaya rolled his eyes. “The cause of death is not of importance. Besides, the breath of life is faint in you as well, child. After killing him, you were planning to join him, were you not?”

No. No, no, no, no, no. Ken Amada couldn’t die. Shinjiro wouldn’t fucking let him.

Takaya cocked the gun, the dreaded click echoing in Shinjiro’s ears. “Since you are both fated to perish.... Allow me to do the honours. A slight change in timing shouldn’t matter too much.”

Shinjiro stepped closer to Ken, keeping him out of harm’s way. “Go to hell!”

Takaya fired the shot, and he collapsed. White hot pain spread through his body, the sound of the gun echoing in his ears. He was a failure. He couldn’t keep Ken safe. He couldn’t even die correctly. He was vaguely aware of getting up, of standing in front of Ken again, of seeing a Persona that wasn’t his strike Takaya, of seeing a gun clatter to the floor.

He was vaguely aware of Aki kneeling over him (when had he gotten on the floor?), sobbing and pressing something to his stomach. It hurt like a fucker, and he tried to squirm away, but another pair of hands kept him in place. The face of their leader, Makoto, was blurry and dark and... Tear-stained. Panicked. Their stoic leader was scared for him.

He laughed shakily. “...Tell Ken ‘m sorry, would ya, Aki...?”

Aki shook his head, face twisted with effort. “No! You’re going to live, dammit, and you’re going to tell him yourself! Makoto! Help me!”

The two hauled him off the ground, and the last thing Shinjiro remembered seeing on October 4th was Ken Amada’s face eclipsing the full moon.

holy shit. shinji feeling fear ONLY for ken. he can't let another person die at his hands. i find it sweet that they both don't want another person to die at their hands. Ken's mom died protecting him, much like shinji did. also just. the way its a bit more from shinji's perspective is awesome. i love to read those sort of confusion or slipping away perspectives. you did so good with that part. god you did so good with all of it. this entire scene is so RAAGHHH everything about it is just perfect.

#nero answers #shackle-foes #persona 3 #persona 3 spoilers #ken amada #shinjiro aragaki

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