#idk she was down pretty bad in glass sword

[lucy-the-cat]

Would Mare ever cheat on Cal to be with Maven (any au, modern or otherwise)

[hannahhook7744]

New Crewmate info:

1. Zee Snoops.

Parent Relationships:

Medusa: Medusa pretty much ignores Zee until she needs her to steal something. When she does need something from her, she'll shower her with attention and gifts until she gets what she wants,  then goes back to ignoring her. This makes Zee attention starved, and willing to do whatever it takes to please her mother.

Once she joins Hannah, she realizes that this isn't normal behavior and cuts contact with Medusa, no matter how much she begs. (Though she has bad moments where she's tempted to contact her again)

Snoops: Before and after joining Hannah, Zee had the same opinion of her father: he's a selfish, spineless, cowardly idiot who just does whatever his wife tells him to do. He'd often blame Zee for something that he himself did just to avoid Medusa's wrath.

(These were easy, as we already see how these two interact with children in canon, so hurray for taking the easy way out!)

Age: 13.

Hobbies: Stealing (formerly-ish), shiny things, collecting random objects, reading, adventuring, climbing, jogging

Pets: A baby crocodile named Sobek

Weapon of Choice: A fucking glock I guess??

Personality: Selfish (she's working on it), petty (she's not working on it), awkward, angry, dorky, sweet (eventually), problem solver, people-pleaser

And favorite color: Pink.

Met Hannah: While searching for Diamonds in a hole.

Zee tries to steal something from Hannah's crew on behalf of her mother. She gets caught (obviously) and Hannah tries to convince her to join them. Zee is reluctant at first (think Zuko joining team Avatar, (idk if you've ever watched ATLA)) and is kind of an asshole, but comes around eventually.

Other random things:

-She is TERRIFIED of mice and rats

-Because of this, she has an overblown, one-sided rivalry with Claudine Frollo

-Once the barrier opens, she and Penny get along fantastically

-She has glasses that she used to despise. Once she joined Hannah, she actually started wearing them, and can finally fucking SEE

-She's a huge fucking dork, a trait that she used to hide to appear tough and cool

-Is insanely jealous of her younger sister, Ramonda, as she feels like her parents find more use out of Ramonda then her

-After hanging out with the junior crew members of Hannah's crew, she starts to appreciate her sister more.

-Since her mom is Madame Medusa (who is inspired by Cruella de Vil), she puts more effort into her appearance. She likes pinks, animal furs/skins, and jewelry and won't wear contrasting colors like pink/red, red/green, blue/orange ect.

-Before joining HannahZee had close to zero friends. Madame Medusa kept her isolated for the most part, but she knew the Tremaine grandchildren, since Madame Medusa spends a lot of her time at Curl up and Dye, and maybe the de Vil cousins, since Cruella and Medusa are frenemies.

- Zee brings a rock and a stick over to the bridge to try and bash the barrier down herself, just to taste that sweet, sweet chocolate once Hannah is in Auradon.

2. Kyle White:

Middle child of Snow White and Prince Florian.

Age 13 years old.

Personality: Absentminded, selfish to other aks, loyal to Hannah, petty, disinterested most of the time, immature, etc.

Weapon of choice: Rocks and Sword.

Hobbies: Jogging, nature walks, chess, video games, reading gossip magazines, maybe photography, etc.

Any pets: A deer named 'Daisy'.

Favorite color: Black.

Theme song: Lazy song by Bruno Mars.

Also didn't care about Hannah hiding three other vks in her room and tries to comically hide the information from other people and cover it up.

3. Olivia LeGume.

Age 15.

Affair baby of the Enchantress and Gaston LeGume born while he was married to Laurette.

Personality: Sweet, level headed, a bit ill tempered occasionally, but overall loving.

Has a pet horse named 'Sweetie' (eventually) and a pet cat named 'Lovely'.

Hobbies: Cooking, painting, reading, napping, looking for candy, watching tv, hanging out with friends, and listening to music.

Weapon: She's handy with a bow and arrow.

She has magic.

Her favorite colors are teal and black.

Tolerates Treycor. Doesn't like Eduardo, Parker, or James.

4. Nate Stiltskin.

Only surviving (adopted) child of of Rumplestiltskin.

12-15 years old.

Personality: snarky, somewhat sweet, responsible, sneaky, mischievous, playful, and mysterious.

Has magic.

Pet: a pidgen named 'Spotter.'

Hobbies: Disappearing, fake magic tricks, studying, pulling pranks, setting up boobytraps, reading, writing, gaming, spying, etc.

[enbyleighlines]

Leigh plays Tellius prt 20

I'm nearly finished part 1, so it's time for me to look at my Dawn Brigade babies and see how they're progressing. As before, I put an upwards green arrow next to any stat that is above their average at their current level, a downwards red arrow to any stat that is below their average, and a yellow star to any stat that is equal to their average.

Let's go!

Let's start with Micaiah! She's... a fairly average Micaiah. Somehow her speed is lower than average, and she's known for not having great speed in the first place. Oh, well. She still one-shots armored units, and that's all I really need her to do.

Sothe has only gotten two level ups so far, and yet he's already behind on speed and luck. His magic is higher than average, though! I know Sothe falls behind no matter what you do, so I'm not too worried. He's just here to steal stuff and give support bonuses to Micaiah.

I rolled a good Nolan, though! Somehow, he has already capped his magic? Strange. Then again, his cap is really low. Otherwise, he seems to be doing well. I hope this continues in part 3. I'm going to be counting on you, Nolan! Don't let me down.

I had put a lot of hope into Meg turning out good (I even gave her a sword named Hope in hopes that the universe might grant me a good Meg), but unfortunately, I wasn't so lucky. Sorry, Meg. It looks like you're going to be benched.

Yay, Ilyana! Ignore the mountain of random items I gave to her. I am thinking ahead so that she can deliver the goods to the Greil Mercs for me in part 3. That Spirit Dust has Soren's name on it, after all. And Reyson will need that extra movement.

In any case, it's a bit of a shame that Ilyana is doing so well, since I don't really plan on using her much after part 1 is over. By the time she reunites with the Greil Mercs, she'll be just a little too far behind in terms of her level.

Aran is doing pretty well. He's a bit behind in skill, but above average in strength and defense, which is what really matters. Having a high-defense Aran will help me a lot in part 3.

Also, idk if I've said this before, but I'm actually kind of fond of Aran as a character. His personality is literally just the ¯_(ツ)_/¯ shrug emoticon. Hence why I gave him a weapon named "Oh Bother..." I imagine him just muttering that to himself every time he enters into combat with an enemy unit.

Hey, a good Edward! With higher than average defense, to boot. Between him, Nolan, and Aran, maybe I will be able to survive part 3.

Meanwhile, Leonardo is a bit of a mixed bag. He's got good strength, but man is he squishy. This man is the definition of a glass canon. I cannot allow any enemy to attack him, because chances are, they will double him, and he will die immediately.

Jill! I was worried about Jill because she wasn't doing so good at the beginning, but now look at her! I put a lot of effort into feeding her exp (esp on the prison break map) and look how it paid off. She's above or equal to her average in every stat. I still wish that I could have gotten her some transfer bonuses, but overall, she's not doing bad at all.

Last is Laura. Oh, poor Laura. Look at all those red arrows. But whatever. At least she's good for giving Aran those nice support bonuses.

And that's it! That's how my Dawn Brigade is faring. Overall, it's not the worst. I mean, of course it could be better, but as is, I'm not complaining. And I am happy that I've already managed to get Nolan, Jill, Leonardo, and Edward to tier 2.

Next map is the finale of part 1. I am very excited to finally put an end to Jarod.

[samspenandsword]

1. Idk how I missed your follow celebration but i hope not too late!! It’s the 29th where I am! First of all congratulations on the follow count! Second can I please request a ship request and a bestie request? I’m bisexual so either gender is fine! Here we go:

2. I go by she/her and am 20 so I don’t mind some nsfw!

3. Appearance:

As for looks, I’m 5’1, average build, tanned olive type skin, dark brown eyes, full lips, dark brown shoulder length wavy/kinda curly hair with curtain bangs. I also wear glasses with a slight cat eye to them.

4. Personality:

For personality I’m creative, introverted, and individualistic. Though I’m introverted, around my friends I can be quite talkative, humorous and outgoing. However I definitely treasure my alone time the most.

5. Hobbies/Interests:

As for hobbies escaping to new worlds while reading books/comics, watching movies, and playing rpg video games. My favorite genres are fantasy and sci-fi, though I do love a good classic from time to time. Apart from that, I love working out.

My interests on the other hand are art focused. I’m currently in art school working with both digital and traditional mediums. I love my practice and everything from interaction design and digital illustration to graphite drawings and inking.

6. Likes/dislikes:

Likes: coffee, chai tea, dark chocolate, rock/blues/jazz/ music, cafe art shows, arcades, comic book stores, purple, thai/Indian/Chinese food, roller blading to classic rock with the wind in my hair, quality alone time

Dislikes: people i am unfamiliar with and have to make small talk with, the biting cold, rain, non fiction, staying too close to reality and not being allowed to daydream/imagine/roam freely in my thoughts, physical touch, overly crowded areas

Random stuff

My favorite planet is Dathomir. Don’t ask why but I love the aesthetic and the witchy spookiness. Also maul and ventress yes pls. Idk if I’d want to live there but the vibes are immaculate.

If I had to live on a planet tho it’d prolly be Naboo, Alderaan or coruscant (pre empire ofc)

Thank you and congrats once again!

Hey there!! You're absolutely fine, your request was before the deadline (I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this out I'm such a flake oml lol). Thank you so much for participating, and I hope the week has been treating you well so far!

Sam's Pen and Sword Follower Celebration (Closed)

Danzalladagger's Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

Okay, okay, okay, okay, listen. The sequel trilogy I know is pretty polarizing, especially here on Tumblr (I don't write for them most of the time), but you and Rey would be so CUTE!!! She sees your art and she literally had no idea that something could be so beautiful. You get a bit bashful because it's just a rough sketch and the dimensions are all off and tbh it was really just a warmup but Rey falls in love with it and it warms your heart so much you give it to her. She scrimps and saves money to get it properly matted and framed and she just adores it. Also, pls get this girl some healthy emotional relationships she would just flourish on Naboo. The water!! The greenery!! It's warm enough for you both but it's not a desert! HUGE plus. The war ends and Rey just wants to come home with you, to a peaceful place where she doesn't feel weighed down by her past and her powers and her responsibility. She wants a place where her friends came come and go and enjoy being there. She loves that her friends can become your friends. But the both of you also get overwhelmed with too much social interaction, and quiet nights in together, ones where Rey sits and tinkers with some mechanical bits and bobs. Ones where you've ordered takeout and you're sitting working on a new piece of art or reading Space-Dracula with Space-Ella Fitzgerald playing quietly in the background. Peaceful nights. A peaceful life. It's everything Rey didn't realize she wanted until you came along.

"It wasn't that bad." You were a bit pale in the face. For all your interests and talents, a pilot you were not. Your beautiful, powerful, pure partner, however, was a pilot of extreme skill. But every time she flew it was like she was in battle, and the ride had gotten a bit rocky there. You'd think you'd be used to it by now. "Rey, my love, you fly like Poe was on your ass." "Poe could only hope to keep up with me." You giggled a little. Poe was also a fantastic pilot, and he and Rey had had a few "friendly" competitions to see which one was better. And every single time, they asked you and Finn to judge. And every single time, you and Finn stayed the fuck out of it and were happy to let your partners be competitive little flyboys. You and Finn were quite happy to gallivant off towards a coffee shop with pastries and laugh at their antics. "Good thing he's not here to hear that," you said. "He'd be squaring up right now." "Again, he could only hope to keep up with me." You laughed again, with a fond little roll of your eyes, and reached up to kiss her cheek. "Come on, Reybird, home's awaiting." Rey smiled, that beautiful, radiant smile of hers. The one that made your cheeks warm and stomach flutter. The one that had stolen your heart. The one that you did not want to go a single day without seeing. And it felt like you were already home.

Bestie request 😎

I came this 🤏 close to putting Sabine Wren down as your ship request, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought you two would be better suited as besties. (Also I hope you're okay with me putting down a Rebels character 😊). You two would bond so easily over art. Sabine is also well-known for her individuality, creativity, independence, and introversion. Sure, she loves being with her friends and family, but sometimes Sabine just needs some goddamn alone time. And you just have to do, "same lol." I think Sabine and you would also love meeting up at your favorite (space) Thai joints cause you two can handle spice and no one else on the Ghost Crew can lol. You and Sabine would also love working out together, giving each other shit for being out of shape lol, griping and being dramatic about how tired you are.

You could hear the gentle hiss of Sabine's paint gun somewhere around the corner from you. You wondered if she was leaving behind her trademark starbird or if she was leaving something a little more detailed. The longer the paint gun went, you knew she was painting something a bit bigger than her signature symbol. Your own piece was coming along nicely. A smirk curled at your lips as the details and colors came together, a mural of pure beauty materializing and giving the drab slate durasteel wall a bit more character. Your didn't use a paint gun yourself, only for linework. You preferred a classic brush to blend and apply the colors of your work. Even if it took a bit longer. You weren't worried. You and Sabine had yet to be caught. A few more flicks of your brush brought the piece together. And with a quick arc of some black paint with your gun, the piece was done. "Nice." Sabine had finished her own work and was now sniggering at your mural. You smirked over your shoulder at her. Your mural was a wonderful rendition of one Grand Admiral Thrawn being strangled by that chimaera he seemed so fond of. You were quite proud of it. "Thanks." You slapped up a stencil and sprayed with your gun, leaving your own symbol to sign your work. "What's yours?" Sabine's was as comical and poignant as your own. It featured a figure cloaked in black, a figure you recognized as The Emperor, with a lightsaber through his ass. You sighed a little dramatically. Oh, if only. "Come on, I've still got some ideas to get out that will get me grounded if Kanan or Hera sees." Sabine flourished her paint gun. You barked a laugh. "Then I want to see it!" Sabine grinned, and as the two of you darted through the city to find your next displays, you left behind nothing but fresh paint and the knowledge that rebels had been there. Rebels were everywhere.

[definitelycay]

Wow these questions r very huh mmkay I can do introspection let's go

I have never thought of that. But since it's very me, uh...I like Fanta. Orange Fanta. Not constantly but it's nice every now and then specifically cold and bubbly. I think cos my name isn't meant to be taken too seriously (it was very lazy and originally a... "joke") and neither am I, then Fanta 👍

I've never really thought about having a favourite person, I suppose, I consider my friends my favourite people. But then if I had to choose I'd say my best friend. We don't spend much time together these days but we've been friends for like... 14 (?) Years now? She's very important to me, I don't need to talk just to know she's there and I can talk. And she wears glasses, so she makes me think of glasses, so glasses lens is my answer! Or maybe something like a boba drink. But a spiky boba drink. Like she's got the bubbles boba tea vibe but she's also rather...in the nicest way judgy and gets angry easily sometimes... wow this answer is getting too long let's stop before I describe her completely

Cried: I don't cry very often and when I do it's usually in the same few places. I can think of some bad places I cried (the toilet rip) but for the nicest... I want to say my bed. Sort of. It's nice because I have heeeeaps of plushies/pillows to feel comfy with, and comfy is a good place to cry. But at the same time, I remember having to stifle my like, crying noises because I didn't want my family to hear and ask what's wrong because I can't tell them. So maybe the nicest place would be when I could cry out loud. That means either my car or the floor when no one's home. Lmao.

Screamed: I don't really scream. Like aloud at least. So I'm gonna replace this one with a feeling that idk just felt like something, but it was definetly a scene. Because I think sitting in my car outside my friend's house after I picked up a binder from their mail box and eating increasingly-cold Maccas chips with Frank Sinatra's My Way playing right after I'd had a psychology appointment just really sticks with ya yk. Full dead stare and it's funny to think about.

Laughed: anywhere with my friends. I don't care, but if I can get to the point where I'm genuinely laughing then it's nice.

Best way I've been shown love...? I don't know. But I am a very materialistic person. If someone gets me a gift, I don't care what it is, I struggle to part with it. I am a bit of a hoarder, but I don't know, if someone gets me something with a bit of thought behind it or even if not? Like not all presents but trinkets and things and especially drawings I love collecting my friends' drawings I think they're very special. Mum got me a pocket frog one time with a cheesy line about love on it and I haven't put it anywhere special but I know I'm going to keep it. Especially if i get kicked out. Pieces of people, I suppose.

Pick one? Nuh. In a week? Doing what I've been doing but hopefully feeling better than i have this week. I have less work...at this point. And I'm meeting up with friends (one has a birthday actually) so...doing what I've been doing for the last couple weeks. Work and friends, but hopefully more rested than I've been recently. Pretty sure I was breaking down in some of the earlier days this week haha. In another lifetime? Idc isekai me. Why live in a normal world when I could have magic? I want magic. And dragons. And other mythical creatures and demihumans. Idc give me a generic male fantasy world it'll be fun. One where I can be a part of a brotherhood and have brothers in arms to go on adventures and be good with swords and weapons but still enjoy my books and knowledge and I can feel confident in myself. Magic and the rest of that may be a bit difficult in this universe, but I'll do my best (I already have a sword. And an axe. And a bow)

Yeah, I don't get the obsession with virginity. I mean it only makes sense in liek...idk the only person that's probably gonna read this is a minor I'm not gonna reveal that I'm that weird. Ahem. I don't think it matters so much. It's a cute thing if like u can say "oh we had our first time together yippee" or "I remember my first time..." and it being good or bad or whatever... but like there's a first time for everything and people don't generally place so much weight on that. It's very purity culture...and if that's ur thing, like u can value ur virginity. That's good. Do it when ur ready. But for people who can't and stuff... it matters more that they were sa'd in the first place and there's no need to add more stress. And what is virginity really? How do u know what counts as sex? Does it need to include penetrative? Uh yeah virginity is weird and placing so much of a "you only get one" on it when..."it" doesn't really exist to the extent that some people make it seem. Just. Eh. Sex is sex there will be more sex or there won't. I don't know if any if these r making sense.

Who would help me? Depends on what it is but for the important stuff... I rely on myself a lot. Sometimes I feel like that's all I can or should do. But then I think about it more and my friends have helped me...and also some of my friends' parents, actually. For just one instance, I owe one for explaining to me how to get a psychology appointment and meds if I want them and she later came to my gp appointment, and another friend for helping me actually do it...and his mum for calling and setting up the gp appointment. I don't like phone calls. That was at the start of the year, though, and when I got my gp review a month or so ago I called up myself ! Yippee. And...my family tries to help me. Sort of. But I don't think I can rely on them. Not fully. Not yet and for some maybe never.

My sibling is good! Sad I don't spend much time with her ig...but she's growing and we mess around a lot recently, do goofy stuff and it's fun. I think she's happy. My cousins... I think all of them are good. I don't see them often. Or talk with them. My fault somewhat. I'm busy. They're busy. One has another child coming...I think she's happy, and she deserves it because she's been through a lot. One is moving around a lot and had a real bad relationship but...I think he's okay? Maybe? I was a lot closer to him when we were younger and used to do dumb things together and wrestle. I don't know how to talk to him now. I think two of the others are okay... and some others are young so they're goofy children. With all of them, like all my family, I wish I could be more open because I feel like there's a wall. Including my sister. I can't be honest. I want my sister to know she has a brother. But maybe I'm being too dramatic, I still like them all. Some of them are the first I'd talk to anyway. I do wish I could actually get to know them better though...

I think I'm wasting too much time doomscrolling and repeating so many things... there's so much, so much I want to do. I can technically do it but I get overwhelmed...and yet, I'm still pretty happy. Recently I've been very tired, so clearly I'm doing a heap. I went to a friggen Hatsune Miku expo??? I feel like I'm doing more this year than I ever have and that makes me satisfied....to a point.

Yes? Mostly. I had a very sad and touchy week so this may not be the best time to ask...im very stressed about the future. Most of it is my fault. But also the housing market should just crash like wth actually.

When? I need to stop thinking about transitioning. But it makes me very happy. It won't solve all my problems and all its been doing is creating more problems so far... but when do I see myself being happy (more than i am now. I am grateful for my friends and the times i have fun with my family and just chill)...when I can present as myself, when I have worked out my mummy issues and any other ones I have with others in my family or at least the major ones. I'd also like to have yk a house and maybe a stable job...or at least be good at uni and be on my way to a good job (I picked a terrible field for that). When i can actually schedule my hobbies well... ik ppl everywhere struggle with this constantly. Just when I can live my life and be more mentally stable about problems etc. Also running around shirtless is very important. Just when I can be goofy and dumb rather than anxious and careful. Even if I'm still anxious, I can still be openly goofy. So. Sometime. I think I've taken the first few steps to that. I hope I can keep walking to it and everything goes as well as it can.

Wow what long answers this took longer than I thought...turns out I will spill my life story at the slightest push. I think I answered them all? Maybe?

Get to know you questions:

What drink does your name taste like?

What textured surface would your favourite person be (ie dogs fur, grass, concrete)

What's the most beautiful place you've cried?

Screamed?

Laughed?

What's the best way you've ever been shown love?

Where do you see yourself in your next lifetime or in a week (pick one)?

Do you think we as a society place too much significance on virginity?

Why/why not?

Who would help you?

How are your siblings? Cousins?

Are you wringing the syrup out of every moment? Getting all you can from your life?

Are you happy?

When do you see yourself being happy?

Why is that?

[silversatoru]

Hi, I just finished burdens and OML 🥺🥺🥺

May I request some sort of megumi x reader continuous where the reader ends up becoming a powerful sorcerer (or a cursed spirit👀 whichever you’d like tbh) megumi and the reader somehow cross paths again a little while after the break up and he witnesses her fighting for the first time? I just know that boy would fall in love all over again but she’s moved on and he feels guilty and just angst? And maybe fluff idk. I’m new to requests so I hope I did this right, thank you so much❤️❤️

burdens pt. 2

a/n: hello, part two of this not-so-lovely story is finally here. every single one of you is allowed one free punch to my face for taking so long to write it,,, i’m so sorry. this is its fourth rewrite and it got a little darker than expected but it’s finally done,, i hope you enjoy <3

fushiguro megumi x f!reader

synopsis: you finally see megumi again at the kyoto sister school goodwill event

tags/warnings: angst, some graphic depictions of violence, character death

word count: 3k

“Do you know how tired I am of watching the people I love die? Things would be so much easier for me if you just stayed the fuck away”.

Megumi’s bitter words were on repeat in your head — the harshness of his voice leaving a hollow feeling carved into your chest. Tear-stained cheeks and shaky breathes had become your new normal these past few days. Tight, sharp pains filled your empty stomach, waves of nausea coursing through your body.

You’ve had no motivation to get out of bed lately, nevermind to shower or cook yourself a proper meal — honestly, for all you cared you could rot away in your blanket filled bed. You checked your phone like a fiend too, thinking that eventually, a miraculous text from Megumi would appear and make everything better. It never did.

He’d completely ghosted you since that dreadful day, and that hurt more than anything. You’d held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't meant what he said. But as the days continued to pass, your hope quickly dwindled.

To say your current state was shameful was putting it lightly, and you were embarrassed at how poorly this was effecting you. You liked to think that you were strong, motivated, independent — that you didn't need some douchebag just to feel happy. But truth be told, breakups are fucking hard, and it's okay to not be okay for a while — or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

So when you were trudging miserably down the street to your local convenience store and you saw a familiar pair of jujutsu sorcerers, you wanted desperately to sink into the ground. You made a quick turn to head to a different shop, but it was too late, you were spotted.

“y/n! hey!” Two lighthearted voices sang through the air, filling your ears and making your heart clench in your chest.

You turned around and anxiously approached them, your unkempt hair and baggy eyes sending looks of concern across their faces.

“Hey girl, you good?” Nobara shot you a sideways glance, Maki raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Yeah, uh, ice cream,” You croaked, speaking for the first time in a couple days, “I’m here for ice cream, that’s all”.

“Yeah, but why do you look like a fucking zombie?” Maki pushed her eyeglasses further up her nose, her sharp eyes looking you up and down.

“Ah, he didn’t say anything to you guys, did he?” You shook your head, heavy eyes falling to ground as you refused to meet theirs.

“Don’t tell me…” Nobara’s face contorted, “Did he break up with you?”

You nodded, a pitiful chuckle falling from your lips, because if you didn’t laugh, you’d start sobbing right now.

Maki threw her arm around your shoulder, pulling you to her side and ushering you into the store, “It’s okay, men suck. Hang out with us today”.

Meanwhile, Nobara trailed quickly behind the two of you, anger seething from her teeth and steam practically billowing out of her ears.

“That fuckhead! I swear I’ll fuck his shit up big time, he won’t even know what fucking hit him. I knew that boy was stupid but shit, this is a whole new low for him! I-,” She continued to ramble and rant as Maki led you through the store, picking out drinks and snacks to help ease your pain.

The three of you ended up in a nearby park, sitting around a small picnic table and gorging on the massive array of snacks. Lighthearted conversation and lots of food make your chest ache a little less, and you even found yourself laughing and chatting as if things were normal. You’d told the two of them all about that day, about Megumi’s irrational words and his tragic breakdown that led to some kind of fucked-up break up sex.

“So, how are we gonna get back at him? Egg his car? Put bleach in his shampoo? Bugs in his food? God - it’s a shame his dad is dead because from the pictures I’ve seen that man was FINE and revenge sex—,”

“Nobara,” Maki shot her idiot girlfriend a dirty look, and the orange-haired girl quickly shut her mouth, “As much as I support any idea that revolves around ruining a man’s day, I don’t think revenge is the healthiest coping strategy here”.

You were tracing your eyes around Maki’s face as she spoke, and you found yourself carefully inspecting her purple glasses that rested softly on the bridge of her nose. And that’s when it clicked, the light bulb ignited in your head and you knew exactly what you wanted to do.

“Maki,” your voice was urgent, “You don’t have cursed energy, you can’t even see them without your glasses!”

Her face twisted and her nose scrunched, a look of distaste in her eyes, “I know?”

“So, you could teach me, right? You could help me learn how to use some cursed weapons?”

“Yeah! You have to Maki, then she can beat his ass with me,” Nobara chimed in.

“That’s not a bad idea actually,” Maki’s mouth formed an evil grin, “Could you imagine his face after watching you exorcise a curse?”

The three of your conversed for a bit longer, speculating and potting about training, weapons, and your very own pair of curse-seeing glasses. By the end of the night you had a plan, and a pretty good one if you say so yourself.

From that day on, teary eyes and achy hearts were a thing of the past, not because it was that easy to get over Megumi, but because Maki didn’t even allow you the time to feel dismal anymore. You met her everyday after classes without fail, and everyday she would train you until you thought your arms would fall off. After months and months of sore muscles, sweat, and the occasional injury, you were convinced that Maki was incapable of feeling pity or remorse for other living things. Every time you speculated about quitting, she’d set a fire under you, unafraid to remind you how weak you still were.

The green-haired sorcerer had ultimately decided that you worked best dual-armed -- a long, lightweight blade in each hand. On your final day of training, she officially gifted the two swords to you, as a “graduation” gift.

Skill-wise, you were by no means as incredible Maki, but you definitely held your own, and the progress you’d made in a mere 8 months was astronomical. They’d introduced you to a strange silver-haired man at some point, Gojo, who had taken not only an interest in you but also your plot against your ex-boyfriend. He cackled to himself when you told him why you were here, going on and on about how priceless Megumi’s face would be when he saw you.

Your appearance was highly anticipated, so why not debut at one of the biggest jujutsu events all year? The Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event — Gojo thought it was the most perfect idea.

You tried hard to exude confidence as you walked at Nobara and Maki’s sides, but behind your arrogant facade your stomach was twisting itself into knots. Truthfully, you were scared to see Megumi again after so long.

And when your eyes met with his as you walked into the meeting room, you thought you just might pass out. You thought you were ready for this — but the look of complete shock, fear, and anger on his face as he looked you up and down almost made you regret all of it.

“What’s going on?” Megumi’s words were incredibly calculated, an edge on his voice.

His question was pointless, however, because judging by the fact that you were wearing a jujutsu tech uniform and had two swords sheathed at your sides could only mean one thing. Your hair was longer now too, and your frame was wider with an extra layer of muscle from all the training — you almost looked like a different person.

“I’ve been training with Maki, I-,” You spoke up to explain yourself, but you weren’t even granted the opportunity.

“No, no, Maki, what the hell did you do?” His eyes were shaky and laced with concern.

“I only did what she asked me to. I’m not the one who gave her a complex about being weak, you did that,” Maki shrugged, “and she’s not your girlfriend anymore dude, what do you care?”

Absolute confliction flashed through his eyes, uncertainty and madness swirling in his irises, “You’re right, I don’t care. Let me know when the event is starting”.

He took a sharp turn out of the room and let the door slam a little too hard behind him. The sound of his icey voice and the door shutting with unkind force was all too reminiscent of the night you broke up. Burying every emotion you had deep into your stomach you gave Maki a small, reassuring smile and plopped down on one of the couches.

“Alright, so when does this thing start?”

after the start of the event

Fighting the Kyoto students was proving to be much harder than you initially expected, but you were holding your own at Maki’s side. The two of you had easily taken down a small, kind, blue haired girl named Miwa, and now you were watching an emotional battle between Maki and her sister unfold.

Wait here, she’d told you, I want to do this one myself. Take some notes on my form and watch our backs, okay?

Okay, you’d said, a little confused but ultimately finding a nice spot up in a thick tree to carefully observe from. Maki was truly a force of nature, and it seemed like the other girl never actually had a chance of winning. It was honestly only a few minutes before the small black, haired girl was slumped against a tree and Maki was making her way back to you. Things were looking good, two of Kyoto’s student’s were down already and adrenaline was pumping through your veins.

You couldn't quite shake the awful feeling churning in your stomach though, and Megumi’s face was haunting your thoughts. You hadn’t seen him since before the event started, when an odd, pink haired boy jumped out of a box and freaked everyone out. Nobara had later explained who he was and what had happened, and you wondered how many awful surprises Gojo had planned today -- first you, then that.

A small rumble rippled under your feet, and Maki grabbed your arm as you watched a giant brown vine lurch it’s way out of the ground a few hundred yards in the distance.

“That technique doesn’t belong to anyone from Kyoto,” She shot you a look of concern and determination, “let’s go check it out”.

You gave her a firm nod, the two of you making your way towards the horrifying wooden vines. By the time you managed to arrive, Inumaki was already down and so was a dark-haired boy from Kyoto. A muscular, white curse with black markings and wooden branches for eyes was moments away from taking Megumi on all by himself — thank god you got here in time to help.

Megumi, however, was horrified when he saw you jump over the tall roofed building with Maki at your side. He’d just watched two incredible sorcerers get their shit rocked by this curse, there was no way you would stand a chance against this thing. But before he could even try to stop you, you and the green-haired sorcerer were flying through the air and taking shots at the curse. The two of you worked perfectly in sync, the months of daily training finally paying off.

He watched with intent glazed over his eyes, his heart threatening to lurch up his throat. You were a spectacle, and he always thought you were beautiful but seeing you now with dirt and blood stained clothes, cursed weapons gripped firmly in your hands, you truly were ethereal. He hated it though, he hated that he was falling in love with you all over again, especially under these circumstances. Guilt and anxiety was eating away at him — why did you have to get involved? Why couldn’t you have just stayed away like he told you to?

He was quick to join the two of you, sticking close to your side to protect you if need be — but, even with all three of you together the curse still had the upper hand. Maki had been swatted to the side, her back slamming hard against one of the tiled roofs and knocking her unconscious. It was down to just the two of you now, beads of sweat causing your hair to uncomfortably stick to the back of your neck. This was something that Maki’s training could have never prepared you for.

Megumi was getting tired, taking one wrong step and losing his footing momentarily. The curse saw this as a perfect window of opportunity, sending a spiral of vines and branches hurling for Megumi. It was fast, but the adrenaline coursing through you helped you to move faster, launching yourself through the air and intercepting the attack. The barky, wooden vines twisted violently through your stomach, shooting clean through your back and ripping a violent scream from your throat.

It hurt so bad, feeling the plant wriggle through your organs and tear you apart from the inside out. The curse retracted his vine a few moments later, leaving your mangled body to fall helplessly to the roof. Tears rippled from your eyes, your body shaking and seizing as you coughed up a few sprays of blood.

A long, strong pair of arms scooped you up instantaneously, and your head was resting against a firm chest — probably Megumi, but you didn’t quite have the energy to open your eyes to check.

“We’ll take it from here, get her to Ieiri!” You heard a pair of deep voices yelling to Megumi, but it was too foggy and far away for you to understand what they were saying.

Megumi was seething with anger, moving as fast as his feet could carry him and he ran through the school. As you waved in and out of consciousness, you batted open your eyes, stealing quick glances at his twisted features and — were those tears on his face?

“I- I’m sorry Megumi… I think I finally understand what you were so afraid of all this time,” Your voice was barely a croak, “when I saw it coming, I couldn’t stomach the thought of having to watch you die. I suddenly just thought I would do anything to keep you safe”.

Yeah, those were definitely tears, you could see them a little clearer now. His eyes were red and his cheeks were dried with salty streaks.

“You’re so thick-headed,” he mumbled, his grip around you tightening slightly as he picked up his pace, “I wish you would have made that realization before there was a giant hole in your stomach”.

“Me too,” You hummed, but you weren’t really in any pain anymore. The pain had subdued to a sweet warm sensation inside your stomach, and an intoxicating sleepiness was washing over your head, “I was angry for a long time, but I’m not mad at you anymore, Gumi. I hope you can forgive me too”.

You offered him a tiny smile, but the blood leaking from between you keeps made it anything but sweet.

“There’s nothing to forgive you for, you never did anything wrong,” He spoke quickly, his voice quiet and cracking.

“No, but we’re not gonna make it to Ieiri, I know that and so do you,” You fell into a violent fit of coughs again, sputtering red splatters all over the front of his uniform.

“Shut up”.

“It’s not your fault, none of it was ever your fault,” you choked out once the fit of coughs subsided — and you weren’t just talking about yourself, you were talking about all of the unfortunate tragedies he’d witnessed throughout this life.

“And you’re allowed to be selfish sometimes, you know? I hope that when you meet someone, your soulmate even, you can allow yourself to love them with every part of you”.

The words painfully left your lips, but you meant every single one of them. You were starting to realize that you and Megumi were never meant to make it to the end. You weren’t his soulmate, you were here to help him grow, so that when he did finally meet them he’d be ready.

“You deserve to be loved, Megumi,” You looked up at him with big eyes, but his face was starting to get really fuzzy now.

Your fingers were going numb and your mouth felt like it was filled with sand. You were so tired, letting your eyes flutter shut and your head rest softly against Megumi’s chest. You felt him stop running, you could even hear him screaming at you — but it was too far away for you to hear. You drifted closer and closer to eternal sleep, your soul swollen with love for the boy who broke your heart.

Megumi didn’t even feel sad when you stopped breathing in his arms — he just felt hollow. More empty and broken than he’d ever thought possible. You were the most incredible person he’d ever met — someone with extreme motivation, who acted with no fear or hesitation, who always had love to give, even when he didn’t deserve it. He’d never forget you, not for as long as he’d live anyway.

Even when he did meet a new girl a few years later — a compassionate, brave girl, who reminded him a lot of you — he wouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget your words and for the first time in his life he’d let his walls down for her. He’d allow himself to truly love, and be loved in return.

And maybe you were right, maybe he did deserve to be loved like this, because god, he finally feels whole again when she’s around. He just wishes you were still here so he could say thank you.

[alexmercer2424]

Hey I saw your post about reactions to seeing a kid in the fog and was wondering if you could do the other killers reactions? I don't know if you have a limit so hillbilly, bubba and spirits reactions would be pretty interesting 👉👈

Sure thing! Personally for my own ideas, I do three at a time, idk it breaks nicely for me. But I believe I’ve answered Q’s with four or five killers, they get a little shorter tho :) Feel free to ask again! :)

DBD Killers Reaction to a Child (Pt. 2)

Hillbilly

Honestly probably didn’t know it was a child

Like he saw a “stump” in the distance and was going to cut it down and clean up the area

Which resulted in him running towards the kid and I’m sure you can figure out how that went

So when he heard this “stump” screaming and crying did he stop confused

Because stumps don’t do that after all unless he was losing his mind (more)

But he was lore surprised at the sight of a kid than a screaming log

There’s never been a kid here!

He couldn’t kill the poor thing! He’s not heartless!

So all he did was slower his chainsaw and stare at the shaking child

He didn’t know what to do with it, but he knew Samantha (the Nurse) would probably have a good idea

He’d take the kid to her

First though, he’s somehow got to her this kid to trust him

Leatherface

He has no idea how he found this kid

He has no idea where it came from

All he remembers is going out to the barn

And the next thing he knows instead of swine there’s child

The crying and fear from the child might startle him, may cause him to have his own fit

He wouldn’t hurt the child tho, he knows it means no harm

When the two of them calmed down, might offer a hand to the child

He remembers being younger and growing with his brothers

It wasn’t all too bad, and maybe he can do the same for this child

He can teach it how to butcher and how to cook just like his pa and ma did with him!

Will this kid grow up to be okay? No…

But will this kid grow up loved and have a family feeling connection? Yes!

Spirit

If she saw a kid, she’d panic

Not because there’s a kid, she wants to try and care for the kid and be the adult she never had

But because she knows she doesn’t look her greatest anymore and knows she might be scary to this child

At least Michael is a “normal” man, the Huntress is the definition of motherly, and as creepy as she may think he is maybe the Clown could put a smile on the kids face

But she was a nightmare, torn up with bandages and shards of glass sticking from her!

He’ll even her sword is stuck in her arm!

But she would still do her best, to provide for this child

And hopefully the child realizes that before getting Stockholm Syndrome so it can feel real love

But she can’t guarantee that

All she can guarantee is the child will be safe with her

Sure she’ll have to get some pointers from the Huntress

But she’ll be a better parent than her father ever was to her!

[potatotrash0]

Hey idk if youve done this alreadh but im curious about your body headcanons for the sdr2 cast!! An anon sent some in for characters previously (the one where they said things like angie has vitiligo and stuff-i love them and they really stuck with me haha) and i wanna know your headcanons!! :D

Hmhmm this one I might be listing off the spot lmao. I feel like my hcs are mostly just. Common hcs but hey I never said I wasn’t basic skdjksjdks

cw for. Everyone. Yeah kdjfksjdks

Hajime…..I like to think he’s slightly buff? Maybe that’s not the right word. Toned? Idk, I hc that he jumps around hobbies a lot because he wants to find something he’s good at, so that includes sports. I like the idea that a few stick with him, like swimming and basketball. I imagine he also has light scrapes and scars on his legs from falling, both with skateboarding and general Clumsy Shit.

Also this one switches a lot but with Trans Hajime, I can see him with top surgery scars.

Oh ah, I like freckled Hajime!! It’s cute. This one goes with the sports hc, but I like the idea that he’s kinda tanned. Entirely unrelated but I also like the idea that he has calluses from playing guitar.

Chiakiii!! She’s soft bc I said so. Specifically her thighs, arms and stomach + some stretch marks. And moles all over. Projecting big time onto a cute fictional girl, call that self care <333 /j

uhh other than that, I imagine she has bags under her eyes from staying up late gaming. Also tan Chiaki my love. Shh I know she probably doesn’t go outside for days on end. In my defense I tan easily and I imagine she does too. Again with the projection. Shhhh

Oh oh!!!! I forgot to mention but!!!! Chiaki gets a ton of moles. I saw the boob mole and went !!!!!! fellow mole haver!!!!!! and went nuts. This is the one weird niche entirely irrelevant thing that can get me to like a character, just. Being able to point at them and jump up and down with joy over them also having moles. Idk why it’s just therapeutic <33

Nagito’s bony. Skinny mf. Could probably cut cheese with his elbows. Maybe grate it on his collarbones. Cuddling with him would be a fight to see if you can find a position that doesn’t end with something poking you in the gut. I mean this affectionately, he’s bony as shit but he’s my bony fucker <3

Pale asf, sunburns if he’s in the sun for more than two minutes. His eye bags could hold the entirety of his life’s trauma. Sharpest features ever. Sometimes I hc that he looks greasy, and other times I hc that he looks ethereally pretty in a ghostly way. Either way he always looks like he’s had the soul sucked out of him by a Dementor.

You can probably definitely see the veins in his hands. They’re. Very There. Also I’ve brought this up before but he definitely has big ass hands. L a r g e hands, all the better to head pat you with. This was originally so much more pining but I decided no I’ve exposed myself enough on this blog skfjksjdkd

Oh last minute thing, I think he’d be tall as fuck. Specifically 6’0 or taller. Also he probably (definitely) has at least a few scars from his childhood, particularly that plane crash. And I like to think he has glasses when he’s older. I’m so sorry that his section is so long I have so many thoughts about him ;;;;;

Okay uhh Imposter? Mmm. Idk actually. I do think they’d have callused fingers but soft hands. Probably from having to adapt to using a ton of different talents for their Imposter Agenda. Also stretch marks probably, all over their body.

Teruteru uhhhhh. God. Can you tell I don’t think about some characters ;;;;; Idk I don’t have much that differs from canon. I like him. Oh but he probably has cook hands? Chef hands, whatever you wanna call them. Probably faint scars from cuts and burns from when he was still learning how to cook from his mama.

Mahiru……hmm well freckles obviously dkjfksjd. I think she’s tanned as well since I feel like she likes sunlit shots. Idk I don’t have much. I like to think she’s got a stockier body type though.

Also not necessarily her body but I like her with an undercut!

Peko’s buff <3 it’s canon <333 /j

N ee way yeah. Buff Peko my love. Also she probably has a few scars from handling her sword when she was younger and less experienced. I also feel like she would have contacts she wears when she trains bc fuck exercising with glasses

I don’t really have anything for Hiyoko until she gets her growth spurt. Afterwards, I imagine she’s tall and kinda thin? Mainly bc of fast metabolism probably, though when she’s older maybe she’d be a little less spindly.

I don’t know if her hair would be bleached or not, but if it were, I like the idea of her letting her actual hair color grow in. If not, I think Ibuki might help her try a few sections of dyed hair? Idk I just like the thought

Ibuki is a fellow bony bitch. I mean this lovingly. She’s skin and bone. Skeleton rocker lady

Probably tan, I imagine she spends a lot of time in the sun. She strikes me as a summer person. Oh, I also saw some art of Black Ibuki with vitiligo and loved that!! Also calluses from shredding guitar, obviously

Hmmm I like the idea that she rollerskates? So possibly some bruises or scars on her arms or legs from falling on concrete when she was still learning. Oh oh I imagine she has a ton of piercings!!! On her ears, nose, lips, brows, tongue, belly button…….maybe she has a split tongue too idk. Also she totally gets a ton of tattoos when she’s outta Hope’s Peak, prove me wrong.

Mikan uhhh. I like tall Mikan. She deserves the height. 5’8 to 6’0 Mikan good 👍

Hmm she probably has scars all over, particularly on her arms and legs. Uh. Idk I imagine she’s curvy probably. What do I say for her I don’t have anything skjdksjdks

I’m not even gonna lie I don’t have a damn thing for Nekomaru. Or. Wait nevermind here’s a concept: buff Nekomaru but like. If you’ve seen those wrestlers who have fat on them that hides some fucking crazy strength? Yeah that’s him. Also hairy asf.

Gundham……tall vampire vibes. I’d say he’s a stick but also I feel like he’s the slim type of muscular. Idk how to describe it. Shigaraki type muscle? Male gymnast. No nevermind those guys have visible muscle. Shigaraki type it is

Hmmm I think this is canon but probably a few scratches from his pets. His arms and legs mainly but I’m sure the Devas have scratched up his neck at some point or another. Just a little though. Also piercing fiend Gundham my beloved. I also like him having a couple tattoos when he’s older. Ibuki probably helped him heheh

I’m torn between Fuyuhiko being skinny as shit and Fuyuhiko being tiny and buff. I like both………hhh

His hair is probably bleached. Peko probably helps him re-dye it when his roots start growing in. I also like him having glasses

Uhhh tooth gap Fuyu’s cute. I used to have a super small one before I got my braces, I imagine it’s the same for him. Him, Ibuki, and Gundham are probably Tattoo Buds.

Kazuichi…..I want so bad to say he’s a weakling just to make fun of him but he’s a mechanic that probably works with heavy machine parts a lot and he probably has some sick biceps. But he probably also smells like hair dye, oil, metal, and Monster Energy. Win lose situation I guess.

I like to think he has a couple piercings? Not as many as Ibuki, but maybe he’s got like. Second or third place in the class. Also he totally filed his teeth to be sharp like that

Akane!! Buff lady, could probably deadlift me or something. She’s definitely got some scars from running around, especially when she was first learning parkour. Ummm oh, I like to think she has a chipped tooth or smth like that from falling roughly as a kid.

Soniaa <33 in my heart she will always be tall and have at least some muscle. Novoselic is a war country if I remember correctly, she’s definitely got some military training in her.

Idk why but her with heterochromia just popped into my head. That pretty greenish blue gray that she has + maybe brown or hazel? I think that’d be cool. And hip dips.

[kikuism]

OH MY GODDDDD THE ANIMATION IN TODAY’S EPISODE WAS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING, to me it was on par with the episode where yuuji and nanami were fighting mahito. oh my goddd mappa isn’t messing around!!!!!!!!!!

MAKIIIIIIIIIIII. MAKI SINGLE-HANDEDLY STOLE MY ENTIRE HEART THIS EPISODE. holy shit............she’s so cool she’s so cool she’s so so so so fucking cool oh my god. QUEEN SHIT. step on me maki. oh my god,,,,,,,,,,,,i’m sweating. she was just PLAYING AROUND WITH MIWA...... ‘nice sword you’ve got here’ I SCREAMED OH MY GOD SHE STOLE HER KATANA!!!!!! LIKE IT WAS NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my god just recalling this episode has me all flustered,,,,,,,im,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my goddddddddddddd. and this is someone who was born with NO cursed energy, can’t see cursed energy without her glasses, is basically considered worthless by her family,,,,,oh my god. fuck. AND THE WAY SHE JUST SNAPPED HER SPEAR IN HALF OVER HER KNEE????????? BAD. ASS. LIKE NAH I DON’T NEED THIS ANYMORE??????? I CAN BEAT YOU WITHOUT MY WEAPON??????? shit,,,,,,,,,,hold on hold on i need to lie down now. AND OH MY GOD THE WAY SHE CAUGHT MAI’S CURSED BULLET IN HER FIST LIKE IT WAS NOTHING?????????????????? maki do u have a kofi do u have a patreon i am giving u all my cash,,,,,,,i am going to support u in all ur endeavors,,,, i believe in maki supremacy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

AND OH MY GOD THE QUEEN HERSELF, NOBARA!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! idk wtf that witch girl was blabbering about, men this, women that, but it was so so so satisfying seeing nobara be like ‘ya and??????? fuck that!!!!!!!!!!!! imma be strong AND PRETTY!!!!!!!!!!’ and just fucking went to town on that little blonde bitch like FUCK YES. AND THE SQUEAKY HAMMER HGSKDFJGHKFJHGSKDFJ

AND I CALLED IT DIDNT I..............i knew mai was the child who had to bear the brunt of all those family and societal expectations, i knew she was insecure and jealous of maki!!!!!!!!! i still don’t know how i feel about her overall but it was nice to see her admit she’d have rather just stayed at home and do chores than face all this ‘pain and scary things’, as she said. like........girl same............

HSGKDJGHSKDHGKF AND THE NEXT EPISODE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,THE BOYS ARE FIGHTINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

HSKDFHGHGDKFJHGSKDFJH YESSSSSSSSS IT’S MEGUMI’S TIME TO SHINE!!!!!!!!!!! TIME TO SEE HIM BEING SLAMMED AGAINST SOME VERTICAL SURFACES!!!!!!!! I LOVE MY STRING BEAN SON

[ravenpie52]

Coming out of left field, but-

Currently hyperfixating on an old fave of mine, Loonatics Unleashed. SO. How would I, a writer who has not watched the full show in a while, rewrite it? [Also, where the heck can I grab me some files of this show, people have been making rather clean amvs recently so there must be a trove somewhere]

Keep the smarminess of all the characters. They’re amazing. What I would like to change about them is to deepen their characters more. (Also make them a little less angry and annoyed at each other all the time? Let these guys be casual friends more please? They take potshots at one another so much, let the team chemistry shine a bit more please.)

Slam, give Slam a little more character than he had. Make him have like, hobbies and stuff? Other characteristics besides wrestling and eating. Make this man really into photography or something on the side, come on. Make him play different parts of plans, don’t just use him like a wrecking ball. How amazing would it be if Slam was actually pretty great at espionage?

Tech and Rev are pretty perfect, honestly. I wouldn’t change them really. Maybe touch more on how they have a sort of rivalry going on at times, but they depend on each other. These two need to have some more visible bonding time as the only nerds of the team. I’d try to make the science/technology make a little more sense and relevant.

Actually, yes. One change I would make would be about establishing a difference for infodumping Rev during battle and infodumping Rev off duty. I’d like all of the teammates to be more encouraging of him sharing things and prattling on while they are hanging around the tower, but needing him to reign it in during serious situations. Also, giving Rev something more like a tap on the shoulder as a reminder, rather than forcefully closing his mouth. This would be addressed. 

Ace? Honestly I don’t remember much about Ace as a character beyond Leader, Wisecrack, Sword. He needs better character flaws. Maybe he actually has trouble with the people side of leadership, solving disputes within the group and that sort of thing, but his skill with thinking on his feet and battle abilities make him a good leader in those moments. I’ve also seen posts about emotional control, which is good.

Lexi isn’t toooo bad. They put in a little bit of work to make her not just “the team girl,” but I’d try to add more to it. What was she studying in university? What if it was medicine? The team really needs SOMEONE who knows some first-aid. Delve more into her music passion too. She could write music and be shown knowing how to play a couple instruments before instruments become plot points. Also, personal preference but I wish she was Blue instead of Pink in her suit. I think blue would tie really well with her blonde hair and green ribbon and also...help her situation slightly as being more than “the pink ranger.” Plus there’s not enough cool color representation. Her friendship with Duck is also made cooler because they are contrasting colors. :)

Duck. I love Duck. I’d put his power-up discovery of Aqua Dense a little earlier and have it come up more. Emphasize his feelings about the struggle he has had with his powers. It must have been really frustrating for him. Also, I really wish the whole orphan thing was made more prevalent. It makes sense that his reaching for fame and greatness could have been a way to “cope” with his past. I’d make his adoption happen a bit later into his life as a way to make it feel more realistic of an option.

I barely remember anything about Zedavia and her brother. I wish her and Duck’s relationship was less rough from the beginning. I think I’d just try to make her more...like a person in the plot. I’d like everything involving her and the big bad be a big main mystery of the show that gets built upon as the episodes progress, rather than the last little bit of the season. (Making the viewers distrust her slightly for a while would be an EXCELLENT way to spice up her character. What is she up to all day? What isn’t she telling the team? Bring up these questions in a non-joking way to the viewers, make them wonder.)

I think a balance between humor and serious action is great, but I’d definitely tone down the slapstick and really emphasize character chemistry and their interactions.

I actually REALLY like the original villains of season 1 and found the character choices for villains in season 2 slightly distracting? Idk, I’d look for a balance somewhere. I think putting in more anthro animal characters as regular citizens and one-offs would help a little. The animal to human ratio feels off for what is essentially a mixed world

Setting? Cool. I like it a lot. I’d try to put a tiny bit of an anthropological/sociological worldbuilding magnifying glass on it, though.

Based on that Ace lava tears headcanon. I’d LOVE if we got to see more physical repercussions of the teams’ development of their powers. I’d like exploration of that. Does the team eat so much high caloric foods because powers use up a lot of energy? I’ve also had an idea that Lexi’s ribbon around her ears actually does double duty as a slight muffler for her ears so that her superhearing is not detrimental to daily life, but still usable in the field. Can Tech age? Very interesting potential for exploration.

Those are the rambling thoughts I’d been having in my head for like, a day. I have no energy to write a fanfic for my ideas or anything, but I hope this might, give inspiration? idk.

[mego42]

I 100% agree about wanting more fanfic lists! I honestly think it's the best way to get a variety. Everybody has personal preferences, if someone, who mostly reads long, fluffy au Brio fic, is making recs, they're not likely to mention short, angsty, canon Brio (which is understandable and fair!) so ideally someone else, who does like those, would also do recs. I'm pretty sure I've read or at least tried the vast majority of Brio fics, but the recs often make me re-read the fic and author.

YAAASSSS!!! I mean like, okay, I v much get why people have issues with rec lists, and I def do not by any stretch endorse the idea that recs/rec lists should be considered anything other than one person sharing a think they liked, but to me a lot of the issues (the same fics/authors getting recced, feeling like awesome fics/authors are going unrecognized) can be solved by more reccing, not less. everyone’s got different taste and different stuff they look/read for and I am extremely pro sharing that.

Idk, I think about it like this: in a previous internet life I was a YA book blogger and I lived and died by recs from other bloggers whose taste and preferences I knew. I mean, you know, I’d check out a book bc the premise sounded interesting but literally the first thing I would do was go to Goodreads and look for a handful of people who tended to like the same books I did and see what they were saying about it bc that was the best way to get a good idea of if I wanted to give it a shot. Or, on the flip side, there were some people whose reviews I followed bc I knew we v much did not read for the same things so if they hated a book for X, Y and Z reasons, I was probs going to like it (one thing about book blogging is if you want to keep current, you do not have a lot of time to mess around, snap judgements are key but that’s a whole other thing and idk if it’s even relevant anymore bc that landscape has changed so much). 

ANYWAY, the point is, I got in the habit and now I do the same thing with fic bc, tbh, I don’t have a ton of time to read, esp not when I’m actively writing which, with the exception of the last week or two, I’ve been doing p non-stop since I got here. All of which to say is, I am desperately in favor of fic recs for purely selfish reasons, I need them! Give them to me!!! Please!!!!!

That said, I uh, am v bad at returning the favor and I recognize that (I think I’ve made what? two rec lists for this fandom?) so I will try to do better to live by my own, idek what this is, moving on and here are 10 recs not really thematically linked by anything other than I’ve read them and loved them and don’t think I’ve put any of them on one of my rec lists yet (and if I have, my blog is a trainwreck I cannot be expected to remember what’s on it LET ME LIVE):

The Goodest Boy by EnsignDisaster

There’s a key turning in the lock and Buddy rushes over to greet his Master excited for her to meet his new friends. The door opens and he dances around Master’s feet rejoicing on the fact that she’s made it home. It's been literally forever.

“Hey Buddy what’s wrong? Need to go potty? Need to pee-pee?”

“Nah he’s good we took him out.”

Master does something very unMasterlike, she drops all the food she’d brought in on the ground and screams. It’s a non traditional avant garde type of hello…Buddy loves it. Mostly because while Master taps furiously on her small light box and sits tense in the corner opposite his new friend Buddy can lick up the egg smashed on the hardwood floor.

Buddy! The! Dog! POV! no further explanation necessary. Technically WIP, but it covers the whole pilot in a way that could be read as standalone (THOUGH THAT WOULD V MUCH GIVE ME A SAD though, when did the show forget the Bolands had a dog? so maybe that’s a tragic casualty of canon, idk)

May The Moon’s Silvery Beams by @pynkhues

Emma hums in agreement, and Rio turns her around to sit her on the counter, grabbing one of the older looking boxes of muesli while she kicks her legs out, heels bumping back against the counter, watching him. He gropes around the inside of the box, finally just opting to pull the plastic cereal bag out and peering inside. He can’t quite keep the grin off his face when he sees the wad of cash lining the bottom. This woman kills him, she really does.

Then there’s a little face peering up beside him, trying to peek into the box.

“What is it?” she asks, and he tilts the box sideways so she can see inside.

The upside to not getting here until s3 is that old fic is new to me! Huzzah!! Idk how many of y’all have already read this on but if you haven’t I highkey recommend. Extremely cute take on what if Emma woke up when Rio and came by to collect his/Beth’s/whoever's money during the shutdown. Cannot believe I’m reccing kidfic. Witchcraft!!!!!!

Maybe You’re My Fantasy by ohmisterjapan

He fucking loves the involuntary. It speaks to how he likes to unlock chaos and walk away. He's been called a control freak before and it felt like such a misunderstanding of him - he's all about self control but he doesn't want to control others. It's more that he enjoys revealing to them how little they can control themselves. It's more that he likes to stand still in the eye of someone else's storm and pick coldly through the wreckage.

Another oldie but a goodie. This fic is more like an extended character study (first chapter Rio POV, second chapter Beth) and I LIVE FOR THIS KIND OF SHIT. I really really really love the take on both characters, it really digs in and pulls out some nuances that made me sit and think about my own read of them and I love it.

A Shock Of Blue by mintletters16

“You don’t look very well. Would you… like me to get you a glass of water or something?”

Her voice is low but smooth, laced with a softness that cuts straight though to his core. Strawberry blonde locks fall gently just above the pair of magnets freezing him in place.

He can still feel the chaos tearing through his veins - emanating from the gold plated gun stuffed in his waistband - and suddenly he can’t be here anymore. Can’t meet this wide-eyed gaze that’s been locked on his for the past God-knows-how-long anymore.

Can’t see blue alive and concerned when he just left it cold and void somewhere in oblivion.

She’s looking at him like he’s on the brink of madness. He thinks maybe he is.

Apparently, it’s backlist rec day over here and I’m not sorry. This one is another technical WIP but the chapter works as a standalone (BUT if the author decided to return to it I WOULD NOT BE MAD). It’s a what if Beth and Rio met pre-canon and it works so!!! well!!!! The tension and fascination and build are all *chef’s kiss* plus the writing is gorgeous and lyrical and ugh, I love it.

for a moment we were strangers by openhearts

“We got stuff,” Rio motions with a nod to the backpack Beth hadn’t noticed when they arrived hanging on the back of one of the chairs at the island.

She swallows and turns back to the dishes, realizing Rio apparently means to sleep there , assuming the place isn’t bugged.  Or for some kind of cover story if it is.  She turns and fixes Rio with a narrow-eyed stare, studying his face, the corner of his jaw especially prominent from the angle she’s looking up at him.  He’s methodical about drying each dish and setting it back on the rack, maddeningly ignoring her hard stare, so when he goes to take the next plate from her hands she grips it tightly and gets his attention.

“Hey.”

“What you on about now?” he asks, irritated.

It gets her gut uneasy, how he’s just . . . there, settling in, in ways he never had before, no matter how nonchalantly he would let himself in through her locked doors.  

“This is,” Beth tries, failing, to find words for it, “. . . it’s weird .”

This one takes place post 204 and Rio and Marcus end up spending a long weekend staying with Beth and Emma for reasons (that work, for the record, I’m just not trying to summarize rn) and it’s domestic and cute but honestly my fav part of it is how weirded out Beth is by how easily they slip into sync. The story does an excellent job balancing where they are in canon (uneasy post-sex truce) with a snapshot of what they could be if they got over themselves (HA! as if) and Beth is DEEPLY FREAKED which makes her slow slide into realizing she could maybe sort of kind of oh shit like it/him??? that much more satisfying.

Not So Careful by @bensonstablers

When he doesn’t answer, her eyes go to his but he’s too busy watching the letter opener which is still pressed against the back of his hand. Curiously, Beth runs it up his arm, careful not to press too hard, and smiles a little as he shivers. Pulling her leg up onto the bed, she shuffles closer to him before pressing the tip of the sword to his chest and slowly circling his left nipple with it, being sure not to get too close.

“You ain’t gotta be that careful.”

And when she lifts her eyes to meet his, he’s got that look. The one that always makes a lump form in her throat and for her to fall back into bed with him without a single thought of what they have to do that day. Only thing is, this time they’ve got nothing to do for the rest of the weekend and well, staying in bed the entire time had seemed like an appealing idea so she allows herself to give in a little to that look.

It makes me EXTREMELY SAD that knifeplay ranked so low on the kink survey so I’m gonna need y’all to check out this V V V EXCELLENT example of it and come back and tell me you’re sorry and you voted wrong. I am v reasonable what are you talking about.

love (where it wasn’t supposed to be) by @lilliloves

"You know what I can't stand?" Rio asks, stepping closer. It's a rhetorical question but he pauses for a second and watches Dean sniff, watches a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, watches him shift on both his feet as he contemplates making a run for it.

"A guy who don’t realize how good he's got it." Rio continues, looking Dean up and down in disgust. "A guy that will literally fuck up a good thing just to get his dick wet."

"Yeah, well I can't stand a guy who can have anyone he wants but chooses the married woman he's not entitled to.” Dean shoots back. "And I really can't stand the fact that you're always in the room with us even when you aren't there."

And who brings him into the room Dean hmmmmm????? Jk, jk (or am I). In this one Rio catches Dean out on the town with another woman (bc of course he is) and tries to call him out but whoops! gets called out himself. I really love the like, idk, undercurrent of wistful regret in this fic. I love Dean straight up calling Rio out on his feelings (spoilers but there’s an exchange right after this one that made me straight up holler), and, you know, obvs I am here for Rio making Dean feel like an ass. 

Hell Is Other People by makemanybraver

Rio: We're in Hell, Elizabeth! If you don't think you belong here, then repent! Don't fuck everyone in the room in hopes that you get to go out!

Beth: Why do I have to repent?!

Rio: Because you did some fucked up shit in your life, Elizabeth! You keep doing fucked up shit here, too! And you think you don't belong here!

Beth [screaming at the top of her lungs]: Because I don't!

This fic is existentially bonkers and I love it. It’s the kind of experimental format/homage/what have you kind of thing that I L O V E. Based on No Exit by Jean-Paul Sartre, Beth, Rio, and Fitzpatrick are stuck together in a room in hell for all eternity. What more do you need, honestly.

Working On Things by odenkirk

Unknown Hold up, Elizabeth. I'm really thinkin about you here.

Beth turned her face into the pillow, effectively suffocating herself for a moment, but thinking it was a good trade off for the way the cool silk of her pillowcase chilled her skin.

She lifted her head to glance at the still sleeping Dean before replying.

Beth I'm thinking about you too. But this can't happen.

She wanted him to know she wanted him, but she also thought that admitting she was already there would save Rio from trying to convince her. She wanted him, but morals had to win just once in a while.

YES this is technically Beth/Dean while also being Beth/Rio BUT it’s also sort of Rio/Dean and I am HERE FOR THE DIVERSITY OF SHIPPING leave me alone who asked you.

Five Times He Knew What She Was Thinking, and One Time He Didn't by JoeyLee

Aight, so tell ‘em I was hittin’ it. Said deliberately blunt, eyes locked on her face the whole time, just to see those blue eyes widen. She looked so shocked that he almost laughed, so he softened it teasingly just to keep her going. Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart, tell ‘em we were makin’ love.

Then he just watched her, just watched her face, just fucking fascinated. Her lips were parted and her eyes were big as saucers, and…there it was. Before she could look away flustered, he watched the thought go through her mind. Him and her together.

He wondered what she was picturing or where. Them in the back seat, her bed, a motel?  Her on top or him from behind or his face between her legs?

Whatever it was, the blush started immediately, and he watched it bloom out from her cheeks to her hair. Then she was tearing her eyes away to gulp a little.  But it didn’t knock her down for long before she was looking back. And then, wait, was she actually asking him how to go about telling a fed they were fucking?

Okay this is another technical WIP but works as a standalone. I am absolutely fucking feral for character POV takes of canon scenes and this is a supremely excellent take on Rio POV of some notable scenes from the pilot through 204. Imo it brilliantly captures Rio’s voice and I love it a lot. 

HEADS UP I am absolute shite at tracking ao3 to tumblr unless people have specifically told me someone’s ao3/tumblr name SO if you recognize any of the non-tumblr authors on please lmk so I can tag them and YES I recognize that I am asking y’all to do things for me throughout this entire post and I’M SORRY OKAY I’M A WHOLE ASS MESS LOVE YOU BYE

[fotiathymos]

would love to hear the backstory hcs regardless of them being sad or not :0

SIGH. 

I wrote a lot and it got eaten by tumblr and I'm upsetti so IDK if this is any good. Also this is just Lio's backstory stuff and his parents. I could do Galo but maybe if anyones interested I will?? And not tonight..

Its sad and its LONG. So just be prepared for that. Its also 2 am so no one will read this anyway so...

tw for parental death, kidnapping, stalking, genocide, government abuse, and if i miss something my apologies

Do note this isn't the end all be all for a Lio back story. I honestly love everyones interpretations. Mine tends to be sad and less cool and edgey I guess? Everyone makes it cooler, I just go.. oh heres some sad mixed with reasons for Lio's mental illness. 

DO REALIZE. PLEASE. REAL GENOCIDE IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW IN THE WORLD AND IS NOT COMPARABLE AT ALL TO ANY FICTIONAL 'RACE' LIKE THE BURNISH.

Okay.

Lio's backstory and his parents.

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Lio is a powerful burnish. We know that. He has massive control of his flames and a strong connection to the Promare. It is a common theory that he awoken as a Burnish rather young. I share that theory. Lio became burnish around 8-9 years old. Very very young. Most children who become burnish are taken away, hated by the parents or killed/arrested by Freeze Force. Lio was loved very much by his parents.

Like Simon and Nia. Lio's parents were rebels. They grew up in a world where there wasn't any burnish. They witnessed the uprising, the first World Blaze, the oppression of the burnish. They were against it. They were not burnish themselves but they could not just idly sit by and watch people get murdered and kidnapped for something they couldn't control. Lio's parents joined the rebellion quickly.

His father being an inspiring man, friendly, loveable, a leader, and a beacon for the good of all man and Spiral kind. He was fond of pointy glasses, capes and inspirational speeches. His mother was kind, a bad cook but still tried, soft spoken and believes there is good in everyone. Lio got his attitude from his father, his soft spokeness from his mother. And maybe some magical pretty eyes and hair from his mom too.

His parents were anarchists. His father worked in a line of direct action. Fighting and pushing back against the government, rioting, sabotaging government burnish kidnappings, breaking people out of prison, etc. His mother pretended to play 'stay at home mom'. She worked with the community to build unity and strength within. She'd homeschool Lio to make sure he was not fed propaganda that was quickly over taking the education system. She owned a community garden and helped feed everyone. From a young age Lio was surrounded and taught to be kind and help others.

Unfortunately, Lio was an unexpected child in an unexpected time. The activism of his parents cause the young family and the young child to be targets of the government. Considering they werent burnish and no crimes could be found on them, Freeze Force just wanted the annoying pests to be eliminated. But killing a quiet family wouldn't look good on their part. They wanted to scare them out of activism, scare them into obeying the order. Lio became an easy target.

Strange men started to stalk Lio. It was quickly noticed by his parents and caused them to isolate their child from the world. Lio was a lonely kid, he wasn't allowed friends, couldn't go to the park and mostly stayed home with his mother. 

One day while playing in the backyard, Lio wandered off. His mother was keeping an eye on him of course, but kids are kids. And Lio was Lio and a rebellious kid. He wandered off into a stranger who was watching him from afar. Waiting for Lio to get far enough away to be grabbed. The stranger threw a bag over Lio's head and desperately tried to throw him into a van. Lio was young and small and scared. He was suddenly covered in flames. Burning both himself and the stranger. 

His mother who was already frantically looking for her child, suddenly saw flames appear in her backyard. She grabbed a hose and hosed them down. Only to see her child still on fire. She grabbed Lio, ignoring the burns and ran into the house away from the stranger. After placing Lio in the shower and calming him down, telling him he was safe, she quickly packed bags and left with Lio. 

The family moved to a new house quickly. The news never mentioned a man being burned by the burnish, but they couldn't risk anything.

They now had a burnish son, who was lonely, scared, paranoid and burning everything all the time. In their activism the parents grew to understand the burnish struggles and needs. Not to the extent of understanding completely as they were not burnish but they tried. They loved Lio and did everything they could to help him. His father would teach him to control is flames to make objects, from toys to animals to swords. His mother had him help with cooking, control the flames to not burn the food. They served many burned dinners either way. One day they walked in on Lio climbing into the oven while it was turned on. Freaking out, but suddenly realized he was fine. Lio's excuse was he wanted to see the fires. 

Lio would talk about how the fire spoke to him. How he needed to burn. It became a common thing of Lio bursting into flames just from laughing too hard or crying or just any emotion being felt a little bit too hard. His father always had a pair of fire proof gloves in his pocket and would pick up Lio and rush him into the shower to cool down. He could burn all he wants in the shower with no water, but if it got too much he was to turn it on and cool off. 

The house furniture had scorch marks in Lio's favorite spots. Lio's favorite books needed multiple copies because he'd get so excited from certain parts in the story he'd set the book aflame. He was to watch his mother garden from afar to not burn the plants. Lio learned to make fire that wasn't hot quickly so he could still burn in excitement or joy and not harm his parents or things.

His parents were still activist. Laying low but committed in making the world a better place for their son. His mother stayed home still to teach Lio as he got older. His father would do more secretive work but it'd cause him to not come home for days. They were still being hunted. And possibly even more so since information about their burnish son may be known.

Lio was 12 when he was home, staring into the fireplace, breathing with the flames. His father was out for work. His mother busy in the garden out front. A Freeze Force van pulled up. His mother quickly ran inside. "Lio, go hide. Now." But it was too late. Large men pounded through the front door and threw a bag over Lio's mother's head. Lio screamed for her and burst into flames. He tried to direct them at the men who now had his mother on the floor. But suddenly everything was cold. Lio was shot frozen. And blacked out.

Freeze Force arrested Lio. They told him his parents were killed for treason. Lio was to be experimented on. He never saw them again.

When he finally broke out of prison, he tried to go home. There was a new family in his house. They quickly called the cops on him and Lio ran. Lio was on the run for years. Joining and leaving groups of burnish, being on his own for some years. 

When he finally found the Mad Burnish, interacting with others was foreign to him. He managed to connect with Meis and Gueira only. They respected Lio's way of communication, no touching, less talking, more actions, more burning. 

Being on the run, with and without the Mad Burnish, made Lio never really have a 'home'. The only one he ever had was taken from him. After the Parnassus events, staying put or settling down wasn't in him. Lio continued to travel with Meis and Gueira to aid other ex burnish around the world. He'd come back to Promepolis every so often to stay in touch with Galo. They'd mostly call and video chat from afar but it was nice to see eachother after all they've been through.

It took Lio over a year to finally discuss his feelings with Galo. And even then, when they finally became romantically involved, Lio requested they 'take it very very slow'. Lio continued to travel and help others but started staying at Galo's apartment more. It took another year for Lio to finally call Galo's apartment... home.

When Lio finally opened up to Galo about what happened when he was younger.. Galo told him how proud Lio's parents would be of him. How he was still so kind, loving and helping others, just like his parents. How proud they'd be knowing Lio saved the world. 

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Okay! That was sappy and i tried to end it nice??? I didn't proof read this... its 230 am... ive got insomnia so whatever but staring at a screen typing doesnt help nor did tumblr eating this post first and having to rewrite it.

Once again this is just thoughts. I'd love to know what anyone thinks. Ive seen much cooler more actiony backstories of Lios parents being ex mad burnish leaders or something. I just got sad. pft.

Thank you for reading if you got this far!!! Much love!! Hope I didn't make anyone feel horrible. GNIGHT!

[cynthiaandsamus]

Custom Toonami Block Week 50 Rundown!

Code Geass: We get a new OP that’s kinda lackluster and everyone’s pretty bummed that they all kinda killed Shirley’s dad. Shirley’s mostly embarrassed that she came onto Lelouch during her grief but it won’t be the last time one of his romantic moments is speared through the heart by tragedy. Lelouch decides to sacrifice his other allies to try and get at Cornelia again but gets fucked up again because Suzaku wrecks his shit and Shirley makes him hesitate. Shirley’s about to shoot him and his mask comes off, so yeah I’m sure Shirley will just go on knowing his identity and nothing horrendously tragic will happen now or next season about this.

Inuyasha:  Inuyasha can only beat Ryukotsusei with the Backlash Wave but nobody bothered to tell him that so he kinda does it on accident while fighting for his life and his soul against a giant dragon demon and his own demon blood. But after this he just kinda gets the powerup he needs during the fight so he can wield the new Tessaiga again and use the Wind Scar whenever and gets the Backlash Wave added to his slowly growing swiss army knife of a sword. Also interestingly this is the last episode they have on Netflix so I’mma have to switch over to Hulu’s Inuyasha showcase next week.

Gundam Wing: The finale of my childhood Gundam series, Zechs and Heero finally fight (for some reason it always feels like they only spend two minutes fighting before they shout platitudes at each other and one of them falls down) and everyone gets a part in destroying pieces of the Libra station that’s gonna crash down on Earth. The White Fang dude is like “Hey you scientist dudes are the ones who started all this war shit by sending the Gundam Pilots to Earth in the first place this is all your fault” and they’re like “That’s fair” and blow the station up anyway. Heero uses his big fuckoff laser that Wufei retrieved and blows up the last piece and then everyone just kinda says “Okay that was scary, fuck war let’s never do that again” which was Zechs’ plan anyway so it worked even though he kind of died kind of didn’t to blow up Libra’s main reactor so Heero didn’t have to blow up himself. Heero sends Relena a birthday card and she gets to rip it up in his face this time. So that ends a long, dumb, pretentious but fun journey.

Unlimited Blade Works: Shirou feels kinda weird that with all the girls in his life now the biggest boner he has is for Archer’s swords. The Saber gang finds out that Rangiku Caster’s dude (I will not say Caster’s Master because it makes me giggle) is the suspicious teacher dude they should’ve been suspicious of for like eight episodes now. He’s all like “I’ve run out of fucks to give and my magic is punching you in the face” so Shirou has to make real swords and finally becomes Kirito by dual-wielding. And once again the enemy decides to run away and no real progress is made but at least Shirou has cool sword powers now. Also blondie and Shinji are plotting anime villain stuff idk.

Gurren Lagann: The Super Univeral Galaxy Super God Gurren Dai Lagann Buster is trapped in a space-sea which is unintentionally hilarious so Kittan has to go fulfill his role as Beta Kamina and go kiss Yoko and die. It’s really weird and out of nowhere but his sacrifice is really awesome and the Super Galaxy Gurren Lagann is so freakin’ cool even the Anti-Spiral “SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT” heads don’t stand a chance. Boota’s extra powerful now that he’s on Viral’s crotch and they’re so strong Simon’s glasses become double glasses and the gundam gets double glasses too because that’s how this shit rolls.

FMA Brotherhood: Pride keeps fighting everyone until Al outsmarts him with his Earth Dome Jutsu. Pride tells Al more about what a BAMF Mrs. Bradley is (she doesn’t even need a first name, that’s how badass she is) and that the sacrifices were picked not only for their alchemy but also because they’re heroic and/or stubborn enough to not run away. Everyone meets back up and The Promised Day arrives, we’re kicking off the technical final arc here people! (Seriously I don’t think anyone’s slept in like three days so idk how any of these people are ready for a fight but it happens).

Attack on Titan: After a rough half season of fighting sausage titans and overthrowing the government, Eren and the crew relax by beating the shit out of each other in a bar and reflecting on their new situation. Then the credits break and show how everyone fucked this up really bad and Armin’s charcoal.

That’s it for this week, big milestone for the 50th Block! Gundam Wing ends this week, it’s been a mainstay since the beginning so it’ll be interesting to see the block without it going forward but I think I have an appropriate replacement that I’m pretty excited for next week, so keep an eye out for that announcement sometime this week!

[rock-n-roll-refugee]

Ultraviolence~Chapter 1

I had to rewrite this because I forgot to save it... shoot me

PART 2 OUT NOW ON MY PAGE (I’m too lazy and dumb to link)

Peter Parker x Villain!Reader

A/N: This is something I wanna try, and I know I suck at writing and sticking to one project so let’s see how well this goes. And if y’all like this please let me know I feed off your complements :( also idk what The Hand is, i know its from Daredevil, but I'm just using it randomly. sorry

warnings: a lot of swearing lol, violence, blood

If you watched A Clockwork Orange you would know that the storyline follows a madman’s twisted descent into normality. Substitute Def Leppard for the old Ludwig Van and you have the tragic story of (Y/N) (Y/L/N). 

She had many similarities to the infamous Alex Delarge in which they both are mentally deranged and crave that sweet taste of violence. (Y/N) also took part in somewhat of a gang, but it wasn’t like Alex’s droogs. It was more of an ancient organization of assassins than a gang, but nonetheless, she was on the wrong side of the law. The organization was called The Hand and she was taken in by Bakuto, the leader, when she was only four after her father killed her mother and abandoned a very young (Y/N) on the streets. Her father was a rouge member and destroyed his family so he could escape for himself. Or at least that was the story she was told. Bakuto took her in because he saw potential, or maybe it was just her superhuman powers, for she had the ability to manipulate the elements into any weapon of choice making her an excellent weapon for The Hand. 

~

It was a typical mission, take out a corrupt entrepreneur who had got caught in a bad situation with some bad people. It was a task that she had preformed many times over many years, but today was different. It was her first solo mission. 

“Its in and out. Simple as that.” she whispered to herself.

She scaled the building, it was a large villa on the edge Lake George in New York. It was magnificent and it all came from dirty money. The atmosphere gave her a boost of confidence and she decided, why not have a little fun? Unlike the rest of The Hand, she always liked to spice up her assassinations with a little flare. Just like her idol Mr. Delarge, she was always one for the dramatics. A lot of her inspiration came from her favorite movie, as you know, is A Clockwork Orange. However, this was the only film (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has ever sense there wasn't anything to compare to. She smuggled the film into base, knowing she was forbidden to view films from the outside, and that it would disrupt her training, but it was her only memory with her previous family. Her father would watch this movie and to her mother’s dismay, she watched it along with him even though it was a movie very unsuitable for young eyes. What should be considered an awful memory according to Bakuto was something of comfort for (Y/N). Unlike most, she sympathized for Alex Delarge, and even though he was meant to be an evil “anti-hero”, she was able to relate to his strife.

She was lost in her thoughts when she heard the front doors open and close. She snuck to a new hiding spot and watch guests flow into the mansion. There was a corporate celebration being held tonight, and what better way of sending a message than in front of maybe hundreds. The hours passed and it became gradually hard to stay hidden due to the vast amount of party goers. She was ahead of the game however and was prepared for this situation. She changed into appropriate attire for the event, which was a black camisole dress layered with a mesh long sleeve dress with gold embroidery, which was provided to her. She slipped on the obligatory heels and joined the party, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

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“I don’t understand Mr. Stark, why did you have to bring me here again?” Peter whined at Tony as the exited the car. 

“Kid, if you want to be involved with Stark Industries you need to know how to go to things like this.” Tony said waving off Happy. 

“Who is this guy anyways?” Peter said trying to keep up with Tony

“This guy is a pretty big investor in my company, and it would be rude of us not to go. He’s kind of a jackass though.”

They maneuvered their way through the crowd, shaking hands and greeting unfamiliar people. They finally found a place to stand, to be greeted by yet more money sniffing mongrels wanting to stuff their greedy hands into Tony’s pockets. Peter slouched over getting bored after only 15 minutes and waiting for this event to be over. He groaned and Tony rolled his eyes and sighed. Peter’s eyes began to scan the room for something slightly interesting, when he caught a good look at her. His posture suddenly improved grabbing Tony’s attention. He watched Peter drool over the (Y/H/C) haired girl in the black and gold dress, watching every move she made.

“Quit drooling kid and go talk to her.” Tony demanded. Peter’s eyes went large.

“Wha-what do you mean Mr. Stark?” Peter stuttered looking back from her and Tony.

“You really aren’t subtle.” Tony said face palming, “quit groaning and go over there. Gives you something to do rather than bugging me all night.”

Tony nudged Peter in her direction and he slowly and awkwardly waddled over to her. She stood in a pretty empty part of the party with her arms crossed, just staring blankly into the crowd.

“he-hey” he said softly

She looked at the nervous boy with her eyebrow raised, 

“hi” she said easily dismissing him

“um... so... cool party right?”

“right.” she said giving only a sliver of attention the the boy. Her attitude gave him a weird boost in confidence.

“So, what’s your name?” He asked throwing her off guard.

“Uhhh...” she was preparing to go unnoticed and not talk to anyone, so she didn’t even bother coming up with a fake name. She frantically scanned the room for ideas. She looked over to the bar and saw the bartender pouring a drink for a partygoer,

“Scotch...” she muttered, “Scotch uhhhh...” 

She then saw a man walk by wearing a brown leather jacket,

“Leather?” She said unsure.

“Scotch Leather?” Peter asked

“Yeah...” she said mentally face palming.

He began to burst out laughing as she joined him laughing nervously.

“I’m so sorry, I know that’s your name and its very rude of me to laugh, but no offense, that sounds like a stripper’s name.” He said as she scoffed. She realized the humor in it and began to laugh hysterically with him. 

Hours went by, and the two just talked and laughed about everything. As night fell, they heard a glass being chimed, attracting everyone’s attention. The host, and (Y/N)’s target stood up in the front of the room. 

“That’s my cue” she said to herself.

“Sorry what?” Peter said no catching what she was saying.

“Oh, I said I need to use the restroom.” she said putting down her glass of water, “It was nice meeting you Parker.” 

Peter smiled victoriously and marched back to Tony.

“You were over there for a while. How’d it go?” Tony whispered as the host began his speech.

“Amazing! She's smart, and pretty, and my age too!” Peter told him ecstatically.

“Did you get her number?”

“Crap.”

~

She had changed back into her previous attire and snuck onto the roof where she had a good view of her target. She tied her hair up into a tight bun and slipped on her mask. She had to use her full face mask due to the fact that she walked around the party for a while and enough people saw her face to be able to show it. She groaned at the suffocation and begrudgingly stuffed her head in. It was musty and smelled like sweat, and the connected goggles were scratched up and foggy. The one advantage was that her identity was completely hidden and she looked pretty freaky. She adjusted her suit, which was an all black bulletproof suit that went up to her neck, and cargo pants and boots over the suit. 

She reached out her hand and a chunk of metal melted from a bare pipe and flew into her hand, shaping into a katana once it touched her palm. she peaked through the skylight at the target, still rambling on.

“...and to all those who have been a part of my project, I’d like to thank and for the profits, we are making more than we anticipated, so I am making a proposal for the next...” 

He droned on for a long time, but she had to wait for the perfect moment. She wanted to make her first solo mission something to remember. 

She cut a hole through the skylight and swiftly hopped down right behind him, barely making a noise when her feet touched the floor. She went unnoticed until she stood up behind him. She was merely a shadow, and barely visible, but what caught everyone’s eye was the gleam of her sword. The crowd audibly gasps at the intruder and a frightened murmur is heard throughout the room.

“I know, I know. These new plans are ambitious, but trust me I have a plan to initiate a...” he says, as a reply to the gasps and murmurs.

The assassin smirks under her mask as the host turns around confused as to why the crowd looked frightened, and the moment he is face to face with her she sheaths her katana deep into his heart. The people in the crown scream and run frantically out of the building. She chuckles knowing the scene looks almost like renaissance painting, her and the target dead center, his eyes rolled back into his head, and the frenzy of the guests scattering the ironically serene and exquisite room. It was almost poetic and how she wished she could get a snapshot of the moment. She twisted the sword making the man scream out in pain and retracted her sword, taking one last look at the magnificent scene and scurrying off.

“Hey Peter?” Tony asked, not looking directly at him

“Y-yeah?”

“Do you have your suit on you?”

[hollowempire]

“Shit, Jayden.” || Norman Jayden x Reader

Request: none

Summary: Despite their difficult relationship, Norman comes to y/n for help after getting beat up.

Word count: 1,528

WARNING: mention of drug use, description of injuries, swearing

A/N: when I was playing Heavy Rain there was a fight every scene like damn can I breathe? (also I did the Mad Jack fight with barely any screw up so idk what would’ve happened in he got injured and made stuff up for that part here)

“Shit, Jayden!” y/n exclaimed after opening the door. This had become a common thing for her to shout, whether it was for doing something crazy on a case or just because she was mad at him... which was often.

“Help me,” he said, struggling to hold him self up against the doorframe.

Y/n stuttered for a moment, deciding against speaking and instead pulled him inside, draping his arm over her shoulder as she practically dragged him over to the couch. Norman groaned as she lifted his head to put a pillow under, the part where Mad Jack had hit him with the pipe still stung badly.

Y/n muttered swears the whole way to the kitchen where she kept her first aid kit and the whole way back. Her breathing was quick, hands slightly shaky as she opened the box.

“Will you calm down? I’m the one who got beat up here,” Norman said, wincing at the pain raising his voice like that caused him.

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“Just shut up and fix me... please.” he interrupted, giving her a begging look at the end.

“Take off your shirt.” y/n commanded, lifting herself up to sit on the edge of the couch. Norman, sat up and complied. Some pretty nasty bruises were forming across his back and shoulders.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“Shit, what the hell happened?” y/n asked, pressing an ice pack to the part where the bruising was worse. Norman took it from her and continued to hold it there as y/n moved onto his other injuries.

There were a couple cuts scattered on his body from when Mad Jack had thrown him on top of a car and shattered the glass window. Y/n did her best to remove the remaining glass bits. The bleeding had mostly stopped by then, so she cleaned up the cuts and wrapped them as he began to explain what happened.

“I was following up a lead on the Origami Killer case. The killer’s car was purchased from a man named Mad Jack. He stole cars and sold them, so I went to check out the scrapyard where he worked. He find me snooping around with ARI and attacked me... I won and had him at gunpoint when...” he cut off, clearing his throat and looking away from y/n.

“When what?” y/n asked, finishing up on the last cut.

“Doesn’t mater.”

“Dammit, Norman, what?” y/n exclaimed, forcing him to look at her. He was stuck. He’d have to tell her.

“I got all light headed and my vision began to blur, I felt that my nose began to bleed...” he drifted off again, but he didn’t need to finish. Y/n knew those were the triptocaine withdrawal symptoms.

Standing up, y/n dragged a hand over her face. “Shit, Jayden...” y/n said quietly. She then sat down next to Norman and didn’t meet his worried gaze. “Just finish telling me what happened.”

“I, uh, went for the tripto and dropped it, so when I fell over Mad Jack knocked me out and handcuffed me to the steering wheel of my car and picked it up with his machine. He turned on the car crusher and began driving towards it. He clearly planned to kill me that way but I managed to escaped in time. When I got up he was no longer in his vehicle and attacked me. We fought a bit more before he was crushed under the still machine.”

Without thinking, y/n reached and arm over Norman’s shoulder and pulled him to her. He didn’t resist, instead scooting closing to her to get more comfortable.

“Do you want me to get you some clean clothes? I mostly wear things too big for me outside of work so I should have something that’ll fit you.” y/n asked. Norman nodded and y/n left to get them.

When y/n came back, Norman was clutching the fabric of his pants, trying to get his hands to stop shaking. She placed the sweatshirt and pants she brought down beside him and took his hands in here, giving them a light squeeze.

Norman took a deep breath and stoop up, rocking slightly on his feet before taking the clothes and stepping into the bathroom. Once out and changed, y/n was waiting for him with a wet washcloth.

“Alright, uh, you can take those clothes,” y/n said as she wiped the blood from Norman’s upper lip and led him to the door. “Try not to get in anymore fight... it’s all you seek to do when following leads.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Y/n was woken up by the loud knocking on the door. She groaned as she rolled out bed bed. Checking the clock, she saw that it was 3AM and was ready to yell at whoever was at the door for disturbing her at that hour.

She stumbled into the living room and felt her way to the door. She flung it open to find Norman sitting on the ground next to her door.

“The fuck, Jayden? It’s fucking 3AM!” she shouted.

“I know,” he said. His voice was weak, and y/n soon realized why. There was a long cut across his stomach, and another smaller one on his arm.

“Shit, Jayden.” Sighing, she helped him up and dragged him over to the couch just like she did a few days ago. This time she had to help him remove his upper layers of clothing, slowly sliding off his coat so she wouldn’t put him in anymore pain that he already was. She saw that the back of his button up was covered in both blood and water.

“What, did you get thrown at a fish tank or something?” she joked.

“Yeah.”

Y/n gave him a strange look and went to grab her first aid kit. She let him take off his shirt and reveal the large amount of damages that had been done to him. There was a large bruise where he has been kicked, his back was bleeding from being thrown against the fish tank, and the cuts from the sword still bled.

“Norman, I’m not your fucking nurse,” y/n said, already beginning to work on dressing his wounds.

“Then why are you helping me?” he asked.

“Because... because I-” y/n just stopped speaking, and Norman left it alone.

He just watched y/n work, flinching every once in a while when y/n applied pressure to a cut or put ice on a bruise.

“So, what happened this time?” y/n asked after she finished, helping him pull the sweatshirt she had laying around over his had.

“I was following another lead and the Origami Killer was there. He attacked me from behind. I managed to keep him off for a while but he eventually got a couple hits in with the sword he pulled off the wall and than shoved me. I feel against the fish tank and it broke. He kicked me a few times before leaving.” Norman explained.

Y/n didn’t say anything, but even if she wanted to she wouldn’t have gotten the chance to before Norman spoke again. “Why didn’t you turn me in?” he asked, a sudden shift in mood washing over them.

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t tell them I was doing Tripto... why?” he asked, looking at her sincerely. She couldn’t see his face, though, as she was looking down. “Please, y/n.” he said when she didn’t respond.

She took in a shaky breath, but still didn’t reply.

“Y/n? Just tell me.”

“I didn’t want you to get in trouble,” she said quietly.

“Why?”

“Because I care about you, okay? Maybe a lot more that I should...” she said loudly this time.

Norman stared at her, his mouth wide open as she slammed a hand over her own.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said that.” y/n mumbled, jumping out of her seat. Norman pulled her back down.

“Hey, if you really feel that way, I think you’ll be happy to know I feel the same exact way about you.” he said, clasping one of y/n’s hands in his. As if on cue, the two of them began to lean in. Lips met in a quick moment of bliss before y/n pulled back and threw her arms around him, burying her head in the crook of his neck.

“Take care of yourself, okay? No more of that tripto stuff or being reckless on cases.” she said in between sniffles.

“Yeah, okay.” he replied and hen paused to listen. “Are you crying?”

Y/n just nodded and held him tighter. Norman smiles and tried to keep himself from crying as well.

“Hey, doesn’t this hurt?” y/n asked, moving away from him. He was still pretty badly injured.

“Maybe...”

Y/n chuckled and stood up. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” she said as she took Norman’s hand and led him to her room.

Neither of them bothered to change after they collapsed into bed with their regular clothes on, both too comfortable in each other’s arms to care about what they were wearing.

It was safe to say Norman would be trying his hardest to keep away from injuries and drugs from that point forward.

[polvillodecanela]

OC- Tober  Day 2: Mercy

Uh oh I really enyojed this one. At first I thought of making it mercy-less, with lots and lots of gore and soul sucking but… my character just… not? like Idk what happened. It ended being really mercy-ful  and I think that is beautiful.

I got to know my character more and more.. I think we are friends now that we understand each other more or less good. So enjoy as much as I did.

This, as the last one is in spanish and in english. 

@oc-growth-and-development

The young man was hanging upside down. Oh well, Hong wasn’t quite sure if the hanged was young or not. Everything was deceptive with them. Everything worked against him. Until two minutes ago, Hong thought the hanged was human. He had been wrong and almost paid dearly for his indiscretion, if the boy had been more willing to fight. He wasn´t. That too could be misleading.

Hong was also deceptive himself. Walking through the crowded streets of the towns looking at jewelry and stealing emotions. Harvesting, rather, emotions. He particularly liked the taste of wonder. It was sweet but not overly sweet, like joy; It wasn’t sticky either, like adrenaline; it was warm without being hot, like shame; it wasn’t just lukewarm either, like desire - who would say ah? -. The hanging boy groaned and Hong lifted his head.

The young man was trying to loosen up, he saw the little rays coming from his hands. A new convert then. Hong hit the young boy’s head with a bat. Let him hung up lax again. Hong sat on the floor waiting for the boy’s “owner” to arrive. While he waited, he gave himself a second to ponder. How come such a simple mission had gone so wrong? It was supposed to be a relatively easy mission. Find the colony of yellows, extract the riches and eliminate them. But of course, the intelligence had been defective and they had ended up in that British camp heavily seized by soldiers.

They were idiots, those Westerners, with their firearms and their pretense of knowledge, with the arrogance that their stature probably gave them. Human beings are pathetic in many ways, he told himself. He had to lack any mercy and eliminate them all. Pride tasted like meat gone rotten, yet neither he nor his men were going to waste what they were given so freely. The soldiers now seemed like if they were asleep all in their beds. If someone came they would not know exactly what had happened. No, he corrected himself, if someone came and they had already left, otherwise it would be another unnecessary bloodbath.

Then there was the young man. He was dressed as a servant and appeared to be stunned. What was the two well-placed blows to the head doing. The young man was not yet very dexterous and he was a yellow - of that Hong was quite sure - because of the color of his eyes and the rays that came from his hands. If he was a recent convert perhaps his “lord” was looking for him. If he had escaped … well, he was going to give him 2 hours or so, if he didn’t show up he would get rid of him. Maybe the boy had answers.

Hong adjusted his long braid and addressed the young man’s face. He was a Chinese boy just like everyone else. Same as his own. He seemed little fed. It was more likely that he had escaped then. He slapped him twice on the face. The boy’s eyes widened.

“I’m going to speak only once. I don’t like being interrupted. I don’t like repeating what I say. Was I clear?”

The young man nodded.

“What is your name?”

“Zhan WuCheng.”

“Good, WuCheng. Who created you?”

The boy looked puzzled, or was his face hanging at a strange angle? Maybe, still, Hong wasn’t going to let him go.

“I don’t understand what you mean, sir.”

“Now, let’s see. Have you been in a lot of pain lately?”

The boy paled.

“N- No. No sir.”

“You are about to , so you better answer me. I already said, I don’t like to repeat myself. Who created you?”

“I don’t know him” then he added quickly  “sir.”

“Could you describe him?”

“More or less, sir.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds until the young man understood.

“He … calls himself >”

Qiannián! Finally, a lead.

“Keep going.”

The young man’s face was starting to turn an unhealthy reddish color. With a twist of his dagger the hanged fell to the ground. It sounded like a sack of rice.

“Good” the young man cleaned some dirt and sat on the floor “I… I-I escaped, sir. I overheard that they had done this to me” pointing to himself “because they wanted to feed a baby and I was scared. I ran and the soldiers found me.”

A baby. Twisted bastard. A baby. How? Qiannián’s special convert was a man. That was blacker magic than that was allowed. If you violate nature more than she allows it, she will take revenge. Hong and her men were nature’s revenge.  Hong Smiled.

“Okay” he said sitting down on the floor “tell me where they had you.”

He handed the boy a piece of parchment and a piece of granite. The boy did his best to make a fairly recognizable map of the mountains: ups, downs, a secret passageway to get behind the monster’s mansion. He also tried to explain to Hong about the unusual amount of things in that house, how the servants looked like puppets. Hong knew they were, a > without a soul is even worse than a human without one. Hong tried to smile as warmly as he could. He was feeling a cold feeling on his chest. He liked the boy.

“Well” Hong looked the boy in the eye “ I’ll have to tell you something. You will die”

“ Good Sir please, no, don’t kill me! Have mercy on me!”

“I am merciful, believe me. But the moment I finish with … that, with the one who did this to you” he touched the young’s shoulder solemnly “you are going to evaporate, it could be painful, we don’t know. I can’t do anything for you.”

“So… Is it better if I go on my terms?”

“It can be arranged, yes” he hesitated “How old are you?”

“Fourteen, sir.”

Misleading. Acid rose in his throat. The boy was thinking of leaving on his own and he wasn’t going to stop him. He took his dagger and blew some of his sadness into it. With emotions it hurts less, if Hong wanted to make it explode he would do it with his blood. He gave it to the boy.

“When you’re ready, WuCheng.”

“By the way, sir. They have peacocks. They are very pretty.”

Then, Hong turned his face away until he was sure the boy had done it. Only his clothes remained. He had – hopefully - peacefully vanished.

With the sour taste in his mouth Hong decided to take his men and, using the boy’s map, they climbed the mountains and found the house. It reeked of death.

Death, in case you want to know, tastes strangely… delicious, it varies from devourer to devourer, it varies even with the mood of the prey. To Hong, death tasted like an exquisite piece of pork tenderloin, slowly smoked and cooked underground in its juices with a glass of cool, cool liquor. The problem with drinking from someone until they died is that it is addictive and you end up - like Qiannián - renewing life to take it away again and again. It was monstrous.

Now, the taste of death was wonderful, but the smell was the same that humans could, if they tried, smell. They obviously didn’t, otherwise Qiannián wouldn’t have that much power. He couldn’t have created a baby. Hong had a strange and twisted curiosity to see the strange baby. Maybe he hadn’t been born, that was something he had to consider. He would not let it be born.

They entered right through the tunnel the boy had described. They eliminated three or four servants.

“Divide. You have to find the clan owners before they escape” then after a pause  “there are peacocks, very pretty, my mother will like them. Send the signal for those who are close by enough to come.”

He walked calmly through the corridors, stabbing some servants who exploded in colors and lights. Without making a single noise, by the way. They were more dead than alive.

Hong thought he was doing them a favor and he was probably right.

“Sir! The other knows we are here. He was going downstairs. He looked… round.”

Perfect. He grasped his sword, stained with his own blood, and ran like a madman through those alleys that wound further and further down. The yellow ones lightly illuminated the path with their multicolored explosions and the smell of burning meat grew stronger and stronger.

In front of him and his men: A huge, heavy door. However, the screams of a woman could be heard. She spoke english. She asked for mercy. Laughter was heard. Hong nodded his head once and his men entered like a flock of wild birds. With their swords they finished off the two monsters.

When Hong walked in he saw the milky little jars on the floor and up, up, suspended in two cages. There were two people.

“ Chandra” said one of them, the young man.

They were very badly dressed. The poor girl’s black curls were in an indefinite mass and her pretty green dress was in tatters. The young man was not so bad. They both had green eyes. With another nod of his head his men carefully dropped the cages.

The young woman could not remain standing. Hong held her very carefully. She was crying in silence. The poor thing smelled very bad.

“I have saved your life, human” he said, looking at the young man “ you owe me something.”

“If you’re going to milk me, I’m already broken,” He answered defiantly.

He wasn’t broken at all. Hong laughed. The young man was startled.

“No, no, no. A few years of your service would be enough for us.”

“Years you say” the other frowned.

The young lady was so tired that she had collapsed on the floor. One of hong’s men was offering her some water. She drank like she hadn’t in days. Perhaps that was the case.

“Yes, maybe fifteen”

To his surprise the other young man laughed out loud. No, he definitely wasn’t broken at all.

“ You are insane, buddy.”

When the girl reacted from her stupor, she got up and lunged at the other young man. It sucked the air out of his lungs.

“ God “V”, you’re going to kill me”

She was grinning. Her lips were chapped, her face looked like unpolished silver, and her dark circles were strongly marked. Nonetheless, she looked beautiful. Hong found himself staring at her more than he should. Hong extended his hand to the young man

“Hong” he said solemnly “my family’s name is Hong.”

“and yours?  Like… your name“ The young woman asked him. She was open with curiousity.

“It’s none of your business.”

“Bradley” the young man replied with a squeeze “my family name is Bradley, hers is Quincy. Thanks for saving us.”

“ It was nothing, actually, we were looking for the peacocks.”

_______________________________

El joven colgaba de cabeza. Oh bien, no era muy seguro si era joven o no. Todo era engañoso con ellos. Todo jugaba en contra. Hasta hacía dos minutos Hong pensaba que era humano. Se había equivocado y casi paga muy caro por su indiscreción, si el chico hubiera estado más dispuesto a pelear. No lo estaba. Eso también podía ser engañoso.  

Hong también era engañoso en sí mismo. Caminando por las atestadas calles de los pueblos mirando joyas y robando emociones. Cosechando, más bien, emociones. Le gustaba particularmente el sabor del asombro. Era dulce pero no hostigarte, como la alegría; tampoco era pegajoso, como la adrenalina; era cálido sin ser ardiente, como la vergüenza; tampoco era demasiado tibio, como el deseo - ¿Quién lo diría ah? -. El chico que colgaba soltó un gemido y Hong levantó la cabeza.

Estaba tratando de soltarse, veía los pequeños rayos de sus manos. Un recién convertido entonces. Le golpeó la cabeza con un bate.  Volvió a colgar laxo. Hong se sentó en el piso a esperar que llegara el “dueño” del chico. Mientras esperaba se dio un segundo para cavilar ¿Cómo es que una misión tan sencilla se había torcido tanto? Se suponía que era una misión relativamente fácil. Encontrar la colonia de amarillos, extraer las riquezas y eliminarlos. Pero claro, la inteligencia había sido defectuosa y habían terminado en ese campamento británico fuertemente apresados por soldados.

Eran imbéciles esos occidentales, con sus armas de fuego y sus ínfulas de conocimiento, con la arrogancia que su estatura probablemente les daba. Los seres humanos son patéticos de muchas formas, se dijo. Tuvo que carecer de piedad alguna y eliminarlos a todos. El orgullo sabía cómo una carne echada a perder, sin embargo, ni él ni sus hombres iban a desperdiciar aquello que se les daba con tanta libertad. Los soldados ahora parecían dormidos todos en sus camastros. Si alguien llegaba no sabría exactamente qué había ocurrido. No, se corrigió, si alguien llegaba y ellos ya se habían ido, de lo contrario sería otro baño de sangre innecesario.

Luego estaba el joven. Tenía vestimenta de sirviente y parecía estar aturdido. Lo que hacen dos golpes bien puestos en la cabeza. Aun no era muy diestro y era un amarillo – de eso estaba bien seguro – por el color de los ojos y de los rayos que salieron de sus manos. Si era un recién converso tal vez su “señor” lo estaba buscando. Si se había escapado… bueno, le iba a dar 2 horas más o menos, si no aparecía se desharía de él. Tal vez el chico tenía respuestas.

Hong se ajustó su larga trenza y se dirigió al rostro del joven. Era un chico chino igual que todos los demás. Igual que el propio. Parecía poco alimentado. Era más probable que se hubiera escapado entonces. Le dio dos palmadas en la cara. El chico abrió los ojos desubicado.

-          Voy a hablar una sola vez. No me gusta que me interrumpan. No me gusta repetir lo que digo ¿Entendido?

El joven asintió.

-          ¿Cómo te llamas?

-          Zhan WuCheng.

-          Bien, WuCheng. ¿Quién te creó?

El chico parecía perplejo, o era que la cara le colgaba en un ángulo extraño. Igual no iba a soltarlo.

-          No entiendo lo que me quiere decir, señor.

-          Ya, veamos. ¿Has sentido mucho dolor últimamente?

El chico palideció.

-          N- No. No señor.

-          Estas a punto de sentir mucho, así que más te vale que me respondas. Ya dije, no me gusta que me hagan repetir. ¿Quién te creó?

-          No le conozco – luego agregó rápidamente – señor.

-          ¿Podrías describirlo?

-          Más o menos, señor.

Se quedaron mirándose unos cuantos segundos hasta que el joven entendió.

-          Él… se hace llamar “el milenario”

¡Qiannián! Finalmente, una pista.

-          Continúa.

La cara del joven estaba empezando a ponerse de un color rojizo no muy saludable. Con un giro de su daga el convertido cayó al piso. Sonó como un saco de arroz.

-          Bien – el joven se limpió un poco de tierra y se quedó sentado en el piso – yo… y-yo escapé, señor. Oí, sin querer, que me habían hecho “esto”- señalándose a sí mismo – porque querían alimentar un bebé y me asusté. Hui y los soldados me encontraron.

Un bebé. Bastardo retorcido. Un bebé. ¿Cómo? El convertido especial de Qiannián era un hombre. Eso era magia más negra de la que se podía usar. Si violentas a la naturaleza más de lo que ella lo permite, se va a vengar. Hong y sus hombres eran la venganza de la naturaleza. Sonrió.

-          De acuerdo – le dijo sentándose en el piso – dime donde te tenían.

Le alcanzó al chico un pedazo de pergamino y un trozo de granito. El chico hizo lo posible para hacer un mapa medianamente reconocible de las montañas: subidas, bajadas, un pasadizo secreto para llegar por detrás de la mansión del monstruo. Trató también de explicarle sobre la cantidad inusitada de cosas en aquella casa, como los sirvientes parecían marionetas. Hong sabía que lo eran, un vacío sin alma es aún peor que un humano sin una. Hong se dedicó a sonreírle lo más cálido que podía. Tenía un frío en la espalda. El chico le agradaba.

-          Está Bien – Hong miró al chico a los ojos - Deberé decirte algo. Vas a morir.

-          ¡Señor por favor, no, no me mate! ¡Tenga piedad de mí!

-          La tengo. Pero en el momento en el que acabe con … eso, con el que te hizo esto – le tocó el hombro solemne – vas a evaporarte, podría ser doloroso, no lo sabemos. No puedo hacer nada por ti.

-          Entonces… ¿Es mejor que me vaya en mis términos?

-          Puede arreglarse, si – titubeó - ¿Qué edad tienes?

-          Catorce, señor.

Engañoso. Le subió acido por la garganta. El chico estaba pensando en irse por sus propios medios y no lo iba a detener. Tomó su daga y sopló un poco de su tristeza en ella. Con emociones duele menos, si quisiera hacerlo estallar lo haría con su sangre. Se la dio al chico.

-          Cuando estés listo, WuCheng.

-          Algo más, señor. Tienen pavos reales. Son muy bonitos.

Y volteó el rostro hasta que estuvo seguro que el chico lo había hecho. Quedaban solo sus ropas. Se había esfumado pacíficamente, o eso esperaba.

Con el sinsabor en la boca decidió tomar a sus hombres y, usando el mapa del chico, subieron las montañas y encontraron la casa. Olía a muerte.

La muerte, por si quieren saber, tiene un sabor extrañamente … delicioso, varía de devorador a devorador, varía incluso con el estado de animo de la presa. A Hong la muerte le sabía a un exquisito trozo de lomo de cerdo ahumado lentamente y cocinado bajo tierra en sus jugos con un vaso de licor frio y fresco. El problema con beber de alguien hasta que muere es que es adictivo y terminas – como Qiannián – renovando vida para quitarla una y otra vez.

Ahora, el sabor de la muerte era maravilloso pero el olor era el mismo que podían, si se esforzaban, percibir los humanos. Obviamente no lo hacían, de lo contrario Qiannián no tendría tanto poder. No hubiera podido crear un bebé. Hong tenía una extraña y retorcida curiosidad por ver al dichoso bebé. Tal vez no había nacido, eso era algo que debía considerar. No dejaría que naciera.

Entraron justo por el túnel que el chico había descrito. Eliminaron a tres o cuatro sirvientes.

-          Divídanse. Hay que encontrar a los dueños del clan antes que se escapen – luego, después de una pausa – hay pavos reales, muy bonitos, a mi madre le gustarán. Manden la señal para que los que estén cerca vengan.

Caminó tranquilo por los pasillos, acuchilló algunos sirvientes que explotaban en colores y luces. Sin hacer un solo ruido, por cierto. Estaban más muertos que vivos. Hong pensó que les estaba haciendo un favor y probablemente estaba en lo cierto.

-          ¡Señor! El otro sabe que estamos aquí, iba hacia la planta baja. Se veía… redondo.

Perfecto. Empuñó su espada, manchada con su propia sangre y corrió como un demente por aquellos callejones que serpenteaban más y más hacia abajo. Los amarillos iluminaban levemente el camino con sus explosiones multicolores y el olor a quemado se hacía cada vez mas fuerte.

Frente a él y sus hombres: Una puerta enorme, pesada. Se oían, sin embargo, los gritos de una mujer. Hablaba inglés. Pedía piedad. Se oían risas. Hong asintió una vez con su cabeza y sus hombres entraron como una bandada de pájaros salvajes. Con sus espadas terminaron con los dos monstruos.

Cuando Hong entró vio los frascos lechosos en el piso y arriba, muy arriba, suspendidos en dos jaulas. Había dos personas.

-          Chandra – le dijo el joven.

Estaban muy mal trajeados. La pobre joven tenía los rizos negros hechos una masa indefinida y el bonito vestido verde estaba hecho trizas. El joven no estaba tan mal. Ambos tenían ojos verdes. Con otro asentimiento de su cabeza sus hombres dejaron caer con cuidado las jaulas.

La joven no podía permanecer en pie. Hong la sostuvo con mucho cuidado. Lloraba en silencio. La pobre olía muy mal.

-          He salvado tu vida, humano –  les dijo, mirando al joven – me deben algo.

-           Si me vas a ordeñar pues ya estoy roto – le contestó, desafiante.

No estaba nada roto. Hong se rio. El otro joven se sobresaltó.

-           No, no, no. Con unos años de su servicio nos bastaría.

-           Años dices – el otro frunció el ceño.

La señorita estaba tan cansada que se había dejado caer en el piso. Uno de sus hombres estaba ofreciéndole algo de agua. Bebía como si no lo hubiera hecho en días. De pronto ese era el caso.

-           Si, unos quince tal vez.

Ante su sorpresa el otro joven rio fuertemente. No, no estaba nada roto.

-           Está demente.

Cuando la chica reaccionó de su estupor se levantó y embistió al otro joven. Le sacó el aire de los pulmones.

-           Por Dios “V”, vas a matarme.

Ella sonreía abiertamente. Tenía los labios partidos, la cara parecía de plata sin pulir y tenía unas ojeras fuertemente marcadas. No obstante, se veía hermosa. Hong se encontró mirándola más de lo que debía.  Le extendió la mano al joven

-           Hong – dijo solemne – el nombre de mi familia es Hong.

-           ¿y el tuyo? – La joven le preguntó. Desprendía curiosidad.

-           No es tu asunto.

-           Bradley – el otro joven respondió con un apretón – el nombre de mi familia es Bradley, el de ella es Quincy.  Gracias por salvarnos.

-           Bueno si, buscábamos los pavos reales.