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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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I put a Spell on you - Harry Hook x Sanderson! Reader - Halloween special one-shot

Halloween Harry Hook x reader

basic version of outfit for reader, can be changed as wished

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Halloween night, 2007, on the isle of the lost.

Young 6-year-old Harry Hook sat in the hull of the jolly roger, pouting to himself as he picked at his scarce stolen candy.

The isle never got much in the way of candy, the most they got was during the month of Halloween that the parents of Auradon threw away early for some odd reason.

Though what candy the isle got was little, and the “good stuff” was still on Auradon.

And Harry had unfortunately gotten a bad pick of candy this year, nasty fruit ropes that tasted like death, molding “coconut” chocolate candy that was too mushy to really enjoy, and watermelon looking hard candy.

The best he got was little wrapped hard pieces of candy that looked like brown barrels that had a slight spice to them.

Harry dropped the piece of candy he was holding and sighed, starting to stand and getting ready to turn in for the night after the disappointing Halloween. “jus’ like last year” Harry mumbled, brushing off his horrifically made copy of his father's jacket, he paused, something rang across his ears. “wha’ was-“

Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of magic.

“singing?” Harry quietly asked himself, turning towards where the voice was coming from. It seemed hypnotic or at least was supposed to be, but It had no grab to it as if it had lost its power.

But Harry's curious nature pushed him to seek the voice out. He snuck off his father's ship and followed the voice into the dark forest near pirates bay.

He ducked as he spotted an old slim woman, the one who was singing, waving her hands about and twirling.

“Winnie~” the woman stopped singing, spinning around and crossing her arms, and whining at a hidden figure “It's not working!”

“of course it's not you twit, the stupid barrier blocks our powers, we won't be getting any children tonight!” “wait!” a plump woman stepped into the mood light, her eyes glinting “I smell a child~”

“that’s just (y/n) you idiot!” the hidden figure scoffed, stepping next to the slim woman, and smacking her torso “keep your child inside sister, they will ruin our plans” “But we can use them to lure children! Maybe they can even lure a boy~”

“silence Sarah” the oldest woman scoffed, turning and walking back towards the rackety shack near a pond. “sistars!”

“coming Winnie!” the slim one called back, hiking up her dress and running after the oldest.

“But Winnie! The child!” the plump one moaned, turning her eyes right at Harry.

Harry held his breath and ducked behind a tree, freezing as he heard the woman sniff the air and continue to walk closer to his hiding spot. Wait…shit! he walked right into the Sander-

“Auntie! It's just me!” Harry's jaw dropped as a child, who seemed just around his age, popped up from behind the tree in front of him, a small smile on their face “sorry, but there's no other kids around”

The plump woman groaned and shook her head, stomping back into the shack. “little brat, fooling me”

The child watched until the door closed, slumping against the tree in relief as they looked at him “you shouldn't be here, you don’t wanna know what happens when my mom and aunts get their hands on kids” they walked over to him and pulled at the lapels of his jacket, the hood of their cloak falling as they did so.

They beamed at him “but im not gonna let anything happen to ya don’t worry……sorry I don’t know your name?” they tilted their head at him, their bright (e/c) eyes staring into his.

“H-Harry” Harry stuttered out, gasping as the child grabbed his hand and started pulling him the opposite way of the old shack the old woman were in.

“Nice ta meet ya Harry im (y/n)!” (y/n) chirped, flipping their hood back over their head and continuing to lead Harry out of the forest.

Moments later they reached the edge and (y/n) turned, grabbing Harry's arms, spinning around, and pushing him over the edge “now you have ta promise that you won't come back no matter what, and to never follow random singing” (y/n) pouted at harry, wiggling their finger in his face “it's too dangerous”

“I-um” Harry stuttered again, wringing his hands together before he stomped his foot “they aren’t even tha’ scary! I can take ‘em”

(y/n) just shook their head “doesn’t matter, they’ll eat you if they get the chance”

“e-eat me?!” Harry squeaked, taking a step back from (y/n) “wait aren’t yeh one of their kids- won't yeh eat me too?”

“no!” (y/n) shook their head defiantly, scowling at Harry “that’s just gross, eating kids, Id rather eat rotten candy” (y/n) crossed their arms and tilted their head at Harry “what you think all witches eat kids?”

“well, they-” Harry swallowed harshly “ur mums a Sanderson ain't she? She's known for tha’ “

(y/n)s shoulders dropped “well I’m not my mother” Harry felt slightly bad as (y/n) curled in on themselves, looking off.

“hey-i….thank yeh fer savin’ meh” (y/n) perked up, smiling at him.

“you’re welcome Harry, now DON’T got back into the forest on Halloween night ever again” (y/n) once more shook their finger in his face, pouting at him.

Harry nodded slowly, placing his hand on theirs and pushing their hand down “why Halloween night only?”

“because that’s when they think they are most powerful, and the only time they are brave enough to wander outside the shack….aunt Winnie makes me go out to get food and all that every other time” (y/n) explained, eyes turning to the sky and gasping.

“you have to get home! It won't be long before my aunt gets another idea to get kids, go go!” (y/n) pushed at Harry's shoulders, back towards pirate bay.

“Alright alright im goin’!” Harry yelled, shaking his head at the odd witch, he turned to start walking back towards his dad's ship when he stopped. He spun back around, watching (y/n) walk back into the forest. “wait!” (y/n) groaned and stopped, spinning around to look at him with raised brows.

“what” they snapped, glaring at him.

“will I ever see yeh again?” Harry asked, blinking in surprise as (y/n)s cheeks turned dark and they looked down at the forest floor.

“um-i-maybe…I have to go!” (y/n) turned and ran back into the forest to her home, leaving Harry at the forest edge.

12 years later, on Halloween night, Harry sat in his temporary room at Evie's castle, sitting on his bed while Gil and Uma sorted through their first real batch of Halloween candy.

Most of it had been leftovers from Evie's trick or treaters, but Evie had made them chaperone Dizzy, Celia, and the twins for their first Halloween.

And the younger VKs had somehow roped them into Trick or treating with them, which luckily the people of Auradon were nice enough to ignore that they were technically too old to trick or treat.

Harry could recount Evie scoffing at the “Age limit”, saying that no one is too old to trick or treat.

“Gil hand me that orange one” Uma muttered, chewing on a Butterfinger.

“The Reese's?” Gil asked, holding up the flat packaging and handing it to Uma.

“yep, thanks…Harry you good?” Uma asked, noticing Harry staring out the window.

“hm?” Harry turned back to her, his eyes drooping “ah, sorry Uma, zoned out”

“well, it has been a tiring night….I'mma head in for tonight, night boys”

“night Uma” Harry and Gil called back in chorus, Gil leaving after Uma a moment later, leaving Harry alone in his room.

Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of magic.

Harry perked up, he knew that song…..he definitely knew that song.

Though this time, the hypnotic power it had was present, taking hold of his mind and dragging him out of his room and out the door of Evie's castle.

Harry walked deeper into the forest surrounding Evie's castle, the voice becoming louder as he walked.

Suddenly he was grabbed, the cackling of three women echoing in his ears.

“oh, it’s a boy! Hes Handsome too~I want to play with him~!”

“later Sarah, first we must take him along with the others back to the cottage, he’ll be the first for your child, let them experience the dark art of Magic!”

“ohhh! Yes! Let em’ learn, let ‘em learn, let ‘em learn!”

Harry's vision went black, and he woke later in a chair, something invisible tying him down to it.

“wha’?” Harry muttered, pulling at his arm “where…shit” Harry tried to wriggle his wrist to draw the small switchblade in his jacket sleeve when the three Sanderson sisters walked in, holding two small children in their arms.

“ohhh hes awake!” the thin one, Sarah he guessed, gasped, clapping her hands together.

Harry let out a snarl and thrashed in his chair, the sisters gasped and reeled back. “nasty one isn’t he” the one with the odd lips, Winnie, muttered “perfect for our little imp isn’t he Mary”

“perfect Winnie” the plump one snickered, licking her lips as she separated from her sisters and dragged one of the children over a chair next to Harry, forcing the young girl down into it and snapping her fingers, silver rope wrapping around the girl's arms and legs and binding her to the chair “there we go!”

Sarah giggled and grabbed the boy she had by the scruff of his zombie costume and dragged him over to the chair on Harry's left, pushing him into the chair and binding him with the silver rope that turned invisible like Harrys.

“ohhhh (y/n)~” Harry perked up….he knew that name?

From the door on Harry's right, someone stepped out from the shadows, wearing a long dark pink jacket that tapered off at their waist, a corset type top with fishnet under top underneath it, ripped black jeans with scuffed brown boots, a belt with a pouch resting on their left hip that held two beakers resting on their left thigh.

“yes, aunt Winnie” the teen witch sighed, their hood hiding their face from Harry. Winnie grabbed an odd brown colored spell book with an eye on it and handed it to the hooded teen.

“here, finish the life potion while we go get more children, the…pirate boy is yours to do what you wish with” Winnie patted the teens head and turned “Sistars!” she stormed out of the cottage, the two witches running after their sister.

“coming Winnie!!”

The door slammed shut, the teen watching the door for a good minute before they sighed and dropped the book on the table to their right “thank hades” they tipped their head back, ruffling their (h/c) hair and blowing a raspberry “thought they’d never leave” they rushed over to a cabinet and ripped the doors open, rummaging through spices and herbs. “wormswart wormswart, where are you wormswart-ah-ha!”

They spun around, holding a jar of some sort of liquid and opening it, a hiss of silver mist rising from the bottle, they held the bottle delicately over the cauldron holding the boiling potion of life and poured a single drop of wormswart into the potion.

The potion turned a sickly brown, sputtering into the teen witches face. “ugh” they groaned, leaning back and wiping their face.

They grabbed a large spoon and mixed the potion, stirring until it turned back into a dark green. “there we go, now they can't use it” the teen muttered, looking up and locking eyes with Harry. “now to get you all out of here before they come back!”

With a wave of their hand, a silver pocket knife appeared, and they speed-walked over to Harry, cutting the invisible ropes at his hands. “im sorry about this, I tried to spell them to sleep until tomorrow at dawn but im not very good at potions other than ruining them”

“(y/n)?” Harry asked aloud, the teen stopped, slowly looking up at Harry, their still bright (e/c) eyes widening.

“Harry! What-“ they stood, leaning over Harry and shaking their finger in his face, “I told you not to follow the singing!”

Harry smirked at them and mocked bite their finger, (y/n) gasped and reeled back, pouting at him and smacking his chest. “jerk, im saving you from being eaten and yet you repay me like this?”

Harry chuckled and grabbed the knife from (y/n)s hand, cutting the rope from his legs “sorry love, couldn’t resist”

“l-love?” (y/n) stuttered, backing away from Harry and staring at him oddly.

Harry just looked at them, making their cheeks turn dark “you….you grew up” they muttered, looking away from Harry.

“heh” Harry chuckled, standing from the chair and looking to his right “we should probably get them outta here huh?”

“y-yeah” (y/n) stuttered, waving their hand and another silver knife appeared, walking over to the boy while Harry kneeled next to the girl and started to cut them free. “I’ll need to break the spell my mom put on them before we take them back, otherwise they’ll get their hands on them again.”

Harry nodded, picking up the girl dressed like a princess and setting her on his hip, her head resting in his neck.

(y/n) picked up the boy and walked over to harry, muttering a counterspell under their breath, and with a snap of their fingers, the two kids snapped out of their trance. The Girl leaning away from Harry and looking from him to (y/n), her eyes wide.

“where-whats” her lip wobbled, starting to cry a bit. the boy stared at Harry with wide eyes.

“you’re Harry Hook” the boy whispered in awe, squeaking a bit as (y/n) rearranged their grip on him.

“that's all dandy but we have to get you both back to your homes, the witches will be back soon and I need to be here when they are”

Harry nodded, pressing the girl's face back into his neck and following (y/n) out to the back door.

“come on, the main town is this way!”

Harry and (y/n) dropped the girl off, who told them her name of Sofia, and hurried her inside. “now don’t go after random singing on Halloween okay, it only leads to bad things” (y/n) warned them, handing the young girl a slip of paper with markings on it “as long as you have this, you will be protected from my mother's song” Sofia nodded, unsure but ran into her house, slamming the door behind her.

“alrigh’” Harry sighed, shifting Elijah in his arms and looked at the young boy “where do yeh live?”

Elijah pointed across the street and down a few houses “tha’ close huh?” Harry muttered, letting the boy down and watching him as he ran toward his home.

The boy stopped as (y/n) called his name, turning as they jogged over to him and handed him another piece of paper “thanks” Elijah squeaked, bolting into his house and slamming the door closed.

(y/n) sighed, rubbing their face in exhaustion “two down….however many kids to go” (y/n) rolled their neck and looked over at harry “now lets get you home too”

Harry stared at (y/n) as they walked up to him and held out their hands “I didn’t do this with the kids because I know they would freak but I can teleport us to where you live”

“yeh can teleport?” Harry asked, tilting his head as he stared at (y/n)s hands.

“yep, me, my mother, and my aunts each have a special power, my mom has a hypnotic singing voice, my aunt Mary can sniff out any kid from miles away, and my aunt Winnie can shoot lightning from her hands” Harry nodded slowly, grabbing onto (y/n)s hands.

“so what now?” Harry asked, watching as (f/c) smoke started to rise around him and (y/n)

“where do you live?” (y/n) chuckled, smiling at him.

“uh, im staying at Evie's castle right now”

“oh, I know where that is!” (y/n) cheered, the smoke swirling around them for a moment before it dissipated, revealing them now to be in front of Evie’s castle.

“cool” Harry muttered, not noticing (y/n) look down at their still intertwined hands and hurriedly ripped their hands away from him, Harry turned to (y/n), furrowing his brows as (y/n) looked around with wandering eyes “don’t go back” (y/n) whipped around to look at him with surprise.

“i-what?”

“don’t go back, stay here” Harry pleaded, grabbing onto (y/n)s shoulders “yer not happy there, and yer gonna waste away being their slave”

(y/n) just stared at him, sighing as they grabbed his hands and slowly took them off their shoulders “I…..I have to, to protect the kids”

Harry sighed, biting his lip in thought “okay….but!” (y/n) looked at harry, confusion swimming in their eyes “after tonight, come back here, im sure Evie would be happy to accommodate yeh, i’ll even ask for extra measure” (y/n) shook their head, looking over their shoulder back towards the witches cottage.

“…okay” (y/n) sighed, giggling as harry beamed at them and grabbed their shoulders in his excitement.

“Okay!?”

“okkayy! I'll come back tomorrow after my mom and aunts are asleep” Harry grinned at (y/n), chuckling as (y/n) smiled back.

“but….why do you want me to come back after tonight?” (y/n) asked, tilting their head at harry.

“because you saved meh from them 12 years ago…might as well return tha’ favor?” Harry smirked, snickering as (y/n)s cheeks darkened.

“well…I should get back now….see ya later?” (y/n) stepped away from Harry, (f/c) smoke rising around them. “see ya later” Harry confirmed, waving (y/n) goodbye as the smoke complexly enveloped them and they disappeared.

Harry sighed, cracking his neck and walking back inside Evie's castle, sneaking back up to his room and flopping on his bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep instantly from the crazy night.

Harry sighed in relief as the next morning, when Evie turned on the tv and the Auradon news came up, some breaking news came up about how the Sanderson sisters had been caught attempting their old antics with stealing the life force of children and had been arrested.

And the child of Sarah Sanderson had been confirmed secretly helping the children escaped, as claimed by the many children saved by the teen witch.

“aint (y/n) Sanderson that kid you met on the isle when you were like, 6? Harry?” Uma asked aloud, looking over her shoulder at Harry as he stuck another piece of pancakes in his mouth.

He swallowed and nodded, picking at his scrambled eggs “aye, and I….shoot, Evie I saw ‘em again last night, and might have told them if they wanted to they could come here?”

“that’s perfectly fine” Evie gushed, wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron “I have plenty of room for them here, and-wait you saw them? How?”

“uhhh” Harry stalled, watching as Uma set her fork down and stared at him with raised brows.

“you did a stupid didn’t you?” Uma droned, leaning on her intertwined hands.

“uhhh, yes?” Harry winched, yelping as Uma sent a torrent of water at him “hey! I was bewitched! It wasn’t meh fault!” Harry pouted, crossing his arms.

Everyone went silent as Evie's front door got knocked on, Evie glanced at Harry and took off her apron, tossing it onto the counter and walking over to her door, slowly opening it and peeking around the door.

“oh! You must be (y/n)! Harry told us about you!”

“r-really? He did?” the teen muttered, gasping as Evie grabbed their wrist and dragged them in.

“yep! Now! Are you hungry?” Evie pushed them into the living room that doubled as a dining room that connected to the kitchen, (y/n) stared at all the vks, locking eyes with Harry.

“i-yes?”

“Great! I'll make you up a plate and you get acquainted with everyone!”

Evie clapped her hands and skipped back into the kitchen, giggling with Mal as (y/n) just stood awkwardly where Evie left her.

“yeh kept yer promise” Harry smiled, standing up and walking over to (y/n), putting his hands on his hips and leaning towards (y/n)

“uhh yep” (y/n) chuckled, rubbing their arm nervously “Im here?”

Harry chuckled at their awkwardness and grabbed their shoulder, shoving them into the middle of the room, in view of everyone “(y/n) this is everyone, everyone this is (y/n), they have saved my ass twice now”

“hi” (y/n) waved awkwardly, a small grin on their face. Uma stood from her seat at the island and walked over to (y/n), slowly circling her like a vulture. “ummm hi?”

Uma hummed, standing in front of (y/n), her eyes dark and revealing nothing….then she smiled, reaching out and patting (y/n)s shoulder “nice to meet you (y/n)”

(y/n) gave a small smile, “nice to meet you too….Uma? right?”

Uma nodded and nodded her head back at the island near the kitchen, where Evie was setting (y/n)s plate full of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. “yep that’s me, and your foods ready”

(y/n) slowly walked over to their food, taking off their bag that was slung over their shoulder and setting it on the floor, hesitantly starting to eat the food Evie had given them.

Almost comically, their eyes widened and they started to scarf down the breakfast. Evie giggled and tapped on the counter, grabbing (y/n)s attention “apple or orange juice?”

“apple please” (y/n) spoke with a mouth full of food, blushing as Evie giggled once more and walked over to the fridge, grabbing the bottle.

She poured the drink and set it in front of (y/n) who gently took the cup and started to drink, turning towards the tv as it went back to the Sanderson sister's arrest.

*they will be stripped of their magic and be sent to the new high-security prison implemented on the isle of the doomed.*

“how many kids did yeh save (y/n)?” Harry asked, turning to look at the teen witch. (y/n) swallowed her mouthful of bacon and shrugged.

“around 20, including you and those two kids, my aunts and mom didn’t get far before the Auradon guard was called on ‘em”

“hm” Uma nodded in approval, smirking at harry “good job”

Harry smirked back, standing and sitting next to (y/n), watching as Dizzy changed the channel to Sunday cartoons

“so do yeh think you’ll stick around?” Harry whispered, (y/n) turned to him, and smiled.

“yeah I think I will” they whispered back, leaning back in their chair and watching the show “Powerpuff girls” as it played.

Harry smiled, happy to have finally repaid his debt to the witch who had saved him all those years ago.

And it was going to be fun to tease them since they went all dark whenever he simply looked at them.

-end-

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wizardrat69 · 3 years ago

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"op is a terf" pls rewrite the post urself then. the message is good even if the person is bad.

i don't. want to and i would suggest that you do but like. like. look. i think the post itself just sucks

personally i Will repost stuff from terfs in the case of like art/videos by other artists (if u search "terf" on my blog ive got several reposts of like. yayoi kusama art and kliban cats stolen bc the original reposter sucked) but i do Not want to outright rewrite original posts on social issues made by terfs. because INNATELY they are going to have really fucked up implications that need to be untangled due to the lens these people view social issues through.

and like. i don't want to do that! going through that whole process to make a debunk is like. something i find deeply exhausting and upsetting, ntm well. despite having an ok enough grasp on these things to be able to recognize and avoid terfs, i'm LITERALLY just some guy hanging out with my friends online. i have done Nothing to deserve any authority or put myself in an educator role on these matters, and i don't have the emotional fortitude to deal with the kind of blowback you get from angry radfems and you know, inevitably fucking up a point or two because of having putty brain disorder and because im like. too busy with school and shit to read enough theory to do this shit properly. it is literally not worth it at all to me when there are people out there doing this shit effectively already.

i also think that even Aside from the deeply reactionary implications of op being a terf (you know, the "think of the poor children getting indoctrinated and abused by trans people online!"), the post itself has a lot wrong about the nature of kids stuff online right now (check out the popularity of roblox and shit! every kid i know under 13 is playing roblox regardless of gender!) and the fact that well, freaks are well known to have existed in any social space meant for children, even back in the day when social media conglomerates and the collapse of flash hadn't exploded kids' spaces on the internet to smithereens.

so like. you know. i would really prefer not to rewrite that post and anyone who wants to should like. reconsider basically everything about it

don’t reblog Please

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fipindustries · 4 years ago

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list of comics i made so far

i already shared the list of all the novels i tried to write throughout my llife so i see no reason why not to do the same with the comics i tried to work on. no i should clarify, with my lists of novels there was a clear cut distinction between what was a novel and a short story so to parse one from the other was an easy task. it should be known that i wrote hundreds of shorts stories that i havent shared with anyone. now a similar situation occurs with my comics, i have done hundreds upon hundreds of little comics, short jokes, little skits and short lived strips through my life, so in order to give this list some weight and not make it longer than the bible the criteria i used was that it had to be something i did on a regular basis or that tells a self contained story with a beggining middle and end.

now without further ado, lets begin!

spike Vanderville (age 7)

you can tell i was way more into comics than i was into novels from a young age. done with pen and folded paper, it was the story about a young kid called spike, whose design was heavily inspired by bradley from sticking around, who had magical powers which allowed him to manipulate reality. it was a mix of harry potter and a series of illustrates short stories that came in a magazine in argentina. his best friend was a scarecrow with a pumpkin head that he had brought to life, his archnemesis was a fat bully.

curiously enough i was so passionate about this project even though i had no idea what i was doing and no talent that i actually did like three full colored issues of it. my family was really proud of me. sadly those comics are completly lost to time

andrew and the monkey (age 10)

this was the classical story about a boy and his best friend the talking animal. one page comedy strips done in pen and paper. nothing too clever, just a way for me to try lame jokes mostly stolen from spongebob squarepants. not much else to it. i tried to do like a revamp in 2014 but it was short lived, as you can see the jokes didnt get any less lame

FIP industries (age 17)

mostly done in digital. yes as you can see fip is something that has followed me my whole life in quite the variety of mediums. there were as a matter of fact multiple attempts to make this comic a real thing but time and again they would peter off as i saw that my skill was just not up to the task. i think i have talked more than enough about fip industries on this blog, one interesting thing is that if you follow the link you will come across a lot of proto ideas that i had before they cemented and took their definite shape in the novel (and even after the novel i kept retconning and retooling things over and over again, fip industries is an ongoing thing that will probably last my entire lifetime)

Disregarding Reality I (age 20)

the first iteration of disregarding reality, a humorous strip done in pencil and paper, a fairly short lived affair, lasting no more than 3 months. the entire premise of the comic was an MRA activist and a feminist live together, they are friends, they argue a lot. remember 2013 guys? back when this whole politics bullshit truly kicked off online? this was before gamer gate, mind you. but by that point i had seen more than enough of it on tumblr and i was like “someone should do some scathing commentary with wit and penache” and that someone had to be me. mainly inspired by commics like f@nboys and el goonish hive and a thousand billion others that were so popular back in those halcyon days.

i got bored of it pretty quickly and it wouldnt be until three years later than i would finally decide to re-start the project but until then...

Strangers in the forest (age 21)

here comes a rather productive era in my ouvre, ink and paper, based on a short story i wrote, its about an eldritch monster pretending to be human and a ghost girl, killed by her father. they have a dispute because the monster wants to eat the corpse of the girl but the ghost doesnt want to give up her bones because its the one thing that tethers her to the mortal plane. they eventually resolve their dispute. by this point i was actually, unironically trying my best to do comics which i felt looked professional.

Song of a nightmare (age 21)

another one based on a short story i wrote. ink and paper, a private detective wakes up in the middle of the night and sees a mermaid lying in bed next to him. he spends most of the comic trying to figure out how the hell is this possible. still one of my favourite ones and certainly one of my family’s and friends favourites as well. a rather poetic tale, strongly inspired by argentinian fiction and their propensity towards magical realism, i was reading a lot of cortazar back then.

Aika (age 21)

as you can tell i was on a fucking roll that year. ink and paper, this was a story based upon a simple and basic idea that i had in my mind for years and years. i always liked the concept behind the movie “the kid” where bruce willis mysteriously comes across himself as a kid. so of course one day i came up with the idea, what if you recieved a visit from your future self... but she was a woman?

this is probably the most aggresively trans story i ever wrote in my life, it is literally about a guy realizing they are trans and breaking down over it. here is the giant kicker, i did not realize at all what i was doing. i was completly unaware of what was going on here, i was still deep deep in the closet and not even realizing i was there. it really is astounding the honesty and the rawness with which i wrote this comic and it went all over my head. a perfect example of “im such a great ally lol”

oh also there is time travel i guess. my main impetus (beyond whatever my subconcious was forcing me to do) was my desire to make a complete clusterfuck of a story, i was a huge fan of homestuck, i had read fleek and demon, i wanted to do my own take on a hypercomplicated time travel puzzle plot. other things came out on top of it but i didnt noticed them. fucking hilarious

Hello Agatha (age 21)

a comedic strip about a wacky pixie dream girl having wacky adventures with her wacky friends, one of which is a man with a toilet for a head. what a gut buster, what a knee slapper!

there is not much to say about this one, wacky surreal comedy was always my favourite and so time and again i would try my hand at it but it is surprisingly hard to do!

The /co/ ventures! (age 20 - age25)

an ongoing project done in multiple mediums. i think i said more than enough about this in here and here. it was me practiscing comics, practiscing my humor and adding my tiny grain of sand to the 4chan culture. i am proud to say these comics were actually very well liked there and that i would be recognized without a name or signature of any kind, just on the strength of my style.

the vest kind of madness (age 22)

probably one of the projects in which i put the biggest amount of effort to make it look professional. traditional inks and digital colors. a crossover that i cant believe never happened in comics considering how obvious it is. Rac Shade, the changing man and delirium of the endless, the two flagship vertigo characters associated with madness. clearly a match made in heaven.

to this day im flabbergasted i seem to be the only one to think of this.

Disregarding Reality II (age 23)

another work where i have already spilled rivers of bytes explaining my thought process behind it. after having a no good, terrible, very bad day, finding my self aimless and without purpose, deep in denial and depression, i decided to give my self a big project to have something to get me out of bed every day. these three guys came from the depths of my mind to save me.

this time leaning a lot more on silly humor and surrealism than political commentary, still insanely proud of how much i managed to make this last, almost three years, well over 200 pages! and in here i found the inspiration and the creative energy to tackle all sorts of diverse projects of which we are about to see all about.

Mama Bird (age 24)

my masterpiece.

by far the best comic i ever did. a kid with a bird for a mom. hilarious, touching, heartbreaking. it was a concept that i had come up with when i was 21. back then it was supposed to be exclusively a humorous comic strip but then i found a dramatic angle for the story and that was when everything clicked into place. that was when i realized this was a comic i had to do. and i did it. it took me five months but it was well worth it. still insanely proud of this one

Soft boys (age 25)

a weird experimental little story where i decided to sit down and deconstruct one of the most popular superpowers. super elasticity. more akin to me just mashing my toys against each other than me trying to tell a serious story. i am actually really happy with some of the art here and some of the sequences presented. particularly the final one where a brick joke twenty pages in the making finally pays off.

Hexen Snatch (age 25)

a semi spinoff to my novel FIP industries, we focus on a side character that managed to survive after the events of the novel and how they’ll manage to survive further beyond that. insanely soaked by the magical world of pact by widbow i wanted desperatly to share my own take on magic, every page is accompanied by a little text where i expand upon the lore and the way magic is supposed to work on this world. i really like the prose on those snippets and the ideas they work almost more that the comic itself with which i was not happy at all when i was working on it. i didnt like the character design, i didnt like how the art in general was coming out, i didnt like the pacing of the story or how superficially we were getting to expore this world in the comic proper. i had to take a very long hiatus just to accumulate the will to finish the comic and once i did i feel it really petered off without much of a satisfying payoff.

on some level i blame the exhaustion and frustration that i came out of this comic with for the fact that i ended up quitting disregarding reality soon afterwards.

Maxplosive (age 26)

another project that has followed me across multiple mediums. came up with an idea for a videogame back in 2015. saved it on the back pocket for a while, used it as a story within a story on my novel fan.tastic, practisced a couple of animations with the characters and eventually decided that, if my skills at videogame making were not enough, i had at least more than poven myself as a comic artist so maybe that was the definitive medium in which this idea would have to exist.

the original idea was to tell the story in two parts, the first half would introduce the character and the videogame as if the comic was a playthrough of the game. all fun and childlike and innocent. then the second half was meant to explore the life of the main character as an adult, how being “a videogame protagonist” had ruined her body, her mental health and her life. i tried all sorts of weird stuff with the format here, using reciclable assets, static camera angles and generally presenting the whole thing as if it was a videogame.

sadly the project got too big for my breaches, i was fucking exhausted back then, swamped with a bunch of other projects, my job, other responsabilities, unsatisfied with the story and with no idea where to take it. eventually i got tired, decided to skip a day, then the day became a week and then the week became a month and by then i had to face the facts, i was just no longer able to continue the comic. and so i quit not only maxplosive but disregarding reality all together.

i still did the occasional comic here and then but it wouldnt be until the very end of 20-fucking-20 that i was finally inspired to tackle a new project, my newest one, my last one....

Lapsarian (age 27)

an interesting experiment, i decided to do the whole comic in one sit and then post it chapter by chapter on a weekly basis. a surprising result of this was that i managed to do in one month the same amoung of pages that would have taken me 5 months back when i started disregarding reality, is good to see that after al this time i still got it.

took me a while to get the hang of it again and find my own style once more but once i armed up it was smooth sailing for 40 pages all the way to the end. but what is this comic even about?

its... weird, with full disclosure and no shame, it is mostly a fetish story about big lizard creatures commiting vore. the milkman had already shown me that i could do those types of stories and no lighting would come from the heavens to strike me down so i said, why not as a comic? i like to think that beyond the fetish content it is still a decent story in its own right, an interesting feedback that i got from this is that people are suprised how earnest it is, one saying something like “this is the best pitch for a fetish that i was never interested in”

Conclussion:

looking back on this im surprised, turns out i was a lot more prolific and working a lot more regularly than i expected, in here are documented ten years of creative output that never seems to wane. it was fun to do the roundabout trip and see how my style, my technice and generally my work ethic evolved through the years. another nice thing to see is the multiple formats, the multiple tools and mediums i experimented with, i find myself constantly trying new things, new methods, new angles, new interesting ideas for how to make a comic (without even getting into what to make a comic about).

something i always knew about myself was that drawing is a fundamental part of who i am, it is something that just cant be taken away from me and that will always be a part of my life one way or the other, is good to see it so plainly, in black and white, on this list. here goes for what i might be able to do in the future

#art #writing #fip living life

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hyphypmic · 5 years ago

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HypMic: BNHA

Anon asked: How about the characters being students/teachers in Boku no Hero Academia as a part of the universe? And please, take all the time you need, honey.

Well well well, let’s go

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Let’s get one thing straight first, all TDD members (with the exception of Ramuda which I will explain later) are part of the top 10 heroes, Jakurai being the closest to number one followed by Samatoki and Ichiro interchanging every once in a while)

Ichiro

He wouldn’t be a teacher I can tell you that

But he would have his own agency

And honestly, he probably did graduate from UA, but one of the top of his class and is like really known

And he’s in line to being the youngest top pro hero

As for quirk… he’d basically have the hypnosis mic quirk where he would be able to summon speakers, hypnotise people n destroy their minds with music

The downside is though that

Anyway, yeah the Buster Bros Hero Agency is really out there booming you know

Omg the buster bros would be related to Present Mic because he’s Hizashi Yamada but he’s more of a cringe uncle than anything but he did take care of the bros when they were younger… but Ichiro was basically still had the whole Ichiro Yamada arc n all

Im pretty sure he became like an official pro hero after he graduated, but a young hero long before that

(Ok you know the buster bros + hizashi Yamada need a post of their own)

Jiro

Ah well, like in my past post, he would have the same quirk as Ichiro (summoning speakers, hypnosis with his voice, using hypmics as an extra tool to control his quirk etc etc)

Wants to become like his big bro obviously, but kind of on the reckless side

Would be a year above Midorya and the gang (so I guess 2nd Year), but he would be friends probably with Jirou because no doubt both having music quirks makes things interesting

Also a delinquent holy fuck like, troublemaker tm hahah

Anyway, he helps out with present mic and with his brothers sometimes take over the radio show because why not

But he and present mic get into the biggest shouting matches because why not

Ichiro is the strongest out of the three n doesn’t really need a microphone to amplify his voice (but of he does use his mic goodbye)

Jiro prefers to use the mic because he aint that confident yet, but he’s more skilled in like arts and stuff so his costume designs are lit

Saburo

Wants to be like Ichiro obviously and the quirk runs in the family

Except though that Saburo as a first year in the hero course in UA, is gifted also in gadgets

So even if he has friends in the hero course, you can probably find him hanging out with support course people because inventing and tinkering is his jam

And hella smart, with like midorya levels of strategising and Momo level intelligence

Also bumps heads with Bakugo a lot but has a good healthy respect for him

Anyway, he’s the most quiet out of the Yamadas and is most of the reason why Ichiro decided that when he was old enough (like what, 17-18?) he would get an apartment somewhere else away from Mic’s place so that Saburo would be able to be quiet in peace and what not

Likes using the fucking mic because he feels like he has more control and his mic is totally decked out so it’s awesome

Samatoki

I don’t think he would be a teacher like, he would be a pro hero and he has a squad (he refuses to call it agency but it really is

I think he would be more vigilante vibes and tbh his quirk would be some sort of fire quirk, not like an endeavour kinda thing but more of like a fire bending thing where there literally has to be flames (even the smallest spark) so he could make it more n stuff

Which is why he always has a lighter and cigarettes

Literally, do not piss him off while he’s smoking

And of course he and Ichiro are fighting for like a slot on the top hero ranking thing, but mostly they have this petty rivalry

But he and Ichiro are actually friends its just… well maybe not a Kacchan-Deku kinda level but something that used to resemble that and now is a p solid brotherhood

He protects the weak and all that, but he has that of course Samatoki attitude that just happens to go uwu sometimes

Jyuto

Would probably still be in the police force except with like a quirk

Which tbh I think he’s an invisibility guy but not like hagakure, kind of like the invisibility he can control

Because looking n basing this a bit on my past superpowers post, he would be invisible

But the catch has to be like he has to hold his breath so he could sneak around

And he would prefer to work with the police, but his go to call guy is Samatoki (because tbh, with all the trouble Samatoki personally goes searching for, jyuto won’t run out of a job)

Anyway yeah, invisibility is pretty fucking amazing because h can search for info (as long as he doesn’t run out of breath) and sneak where he needs to sneak

So covert operations always work out for him and what nit

Riou

I think he would like teaching, but he’s more of a combat training and strategy more than anything

I personally think he wouldn’t have like a super powerful quirk, like he wouldn’t have the explosion quirk or a sound quirk, he would just be kind of like Captain America where he just has an enhanced overall physique which helped him with like the army and what not

But the thing is, he’s honed his body to near perfection, enhancing the strength and speed that was enhanced with him to begin with

And he uses tools and support items to his advantage, like metal knuckles or weapons or guns or whatever honestly, he knows what to use and how to use it, which is what makes him very, very dangerous

Gets along with Aizawa because he’s very cool under pressure

But lord god, them sparring together is such a thing to watch

Ramuda

Okay he wouldn’t be part of the top 10 because he’s like not that interested in that kind of thing

He would probably be content doing his own thing, having a fashion line that rivals best jeanist

But, he would be really famous, but for some reason never on the top 10 pro heroes thing because I think he would love to take over and be known in a different way

Like yeah he would save people when he encounters it, but not necessarily like go on patrol and whatever, he would have his own agenda

But anyway, yeah his fashion line would be really hawt and whatever

As for his quirk though, he would be a shape shifter like really, I can see Ramuda just kinda designing clothes while being a talking cat and whatever

He’s limited only moving objects, so he can’t do still objects but he can do for example cutting scissors

But they can never be completely motionless that’s the catch

Gentaro

He wouldn’t really be a pro hero or a teacher, im sure he’s content with being a writer

Because okay, his quirk which would be like writing where his imagination never runs out and he can even control the pen so that he just has to say what he wants to be written

Or even think of what wants to be written

Like he could close his eyes and imagine scenarios and the whole story unfold before him and the pen would be able to articulate those thoughts

The downside is that it depends on his vocabulary and knowledge, so gentaro has to study too

If he were to teach though, he would teach literature in any school or just a freelance class in which he would allow his students to imagine and write properly

Dice

Ah his quirk would be luck, except it never works when there’s money involved

And he unfortunately has a gambling addiction

Like he could just persuade people to give him items, but the dumbass really just loves money and this is why he can’t afford nice things

Anyway, his luck quirk makes him extremely safe, so for some reason he’s good at stunts and running and parkour

And why his shit (except his money) never gets stolen

He has gentaro as a friend because the author just so happened to be writing on the bench in the park where dice stays

Well, he would be a hero, but kind of a small time kind of guy where he helps out… but sometimes with incentive because he’s broke af

Literally nothing can hit him (unless it’s money or coins or gold… just anything valuable really) so he’s pretty fine

Jakurai

Telepathy I mean, fuck hypmics and amplifiers, his amplifier is his mind

Im sure he can also mind control and plant images that seem so real

Like yeah, his way of attacking is using words and rap, but literally it’s a silent fucking attack where you think you’re being overwhelmed with sound but it’s really just Jakurai

And he’s powerful enough that he can create hallucinations

And the scary thing about the doctor is that he’s good at close range combat or hand to hand without his quirk

Like he was an assassin or a hitman or whatever, so he knows that you cannot always rely on your quirk

The catch with him is that he has to be completely silent or at least stay out of the hearing range of the people he’s attacking so that he could use it

But once he uses it, he can get as fucking close as possible and stab you from the back (but remember, he don’t need his quirk to kill)

But right now, he’s happily teaching at UA and helping out recovery girl

But seriously, Jakurai in battle is such a wonderful thing to watch and you’re gonna learn so much from him

Oh yeah, and one of the top pro heroes obvs

Doppo

I see him having telekinesis, but like it gets amplified the calmer he gets

Which is hard because he’s always anxious, so when he’s anxious he loses control, but it’s weak

Its stronger when he’s calm

I think he would be a teacher, but like for a regular subject like accounting or whatever

And he would be bullied a lot for his you know being Doppo, but if you mess with him when he’s in a calm angry spell, good luck to you

He can though save lives because that’s what people with powers do, have certain responsibilities to save people who are weaker

Gets along with Jakurai because the doctor sometimes plays music in Doppo’s head to calm him down which is always cute

He actually gets a calming thing made so he can focus his telekinesis, but his anxiety sometimes overrides it

Hifumi

he can make people hallucinate… however the downside to this quirk isa that he has to drink alcohol beforehand

Like he would always have a flask with him and he has to be high tolerance because the amount of alcohol consumed correlates to how strong his hallucinations/illusions would be

Like it wouldn’t matter how well the person he’s attacking can hold their alcohol, it’s all up to him

He would teach with his best friend boyfriend doppo and would constantly smell of alcohol

Aizawa gets from him a lot

Anyway, yeah that’s hifumi’s quirk, but his part time is also running a club because that’s what he loves doing

But yes, still afraid of girls so he wears his fucking suit to UA and… it’s really chaos if you put Present Mic, All Might and Hifumi in the same room

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thorsstorms · 6 years ago

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Abroad Pt. 8

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 6.4k

Warnings: Smut! (18+!!) Oral, F reciving.

A/N: Posting this on April 24th!! I see endgame tomorrow evening, are you ready for it??

Masterlist

Coming to your senses, you knew it was early. The window showed a darkness what hadn’t been swallowed by the sun yet. That’s what you get for sleeping so much yesterday. Peeking open your eyes, curling into the warmth that your lover gave off was enough to put you in a good mood for the day. You pulled the blankets over your shoulders and softly moved your arm over his back, though not wanting to wake him up, just wanting to touch him.

Laying there was peaceful and it gave you time to think. How long had it been since you’ve moved in? Five months? Six? What were you doing before this? Seemingly all the sudden, you are in California in a house with new additions to your life that you never thought possible in this lifetime. Since when are you the sentimental one?

It’s because you love him, you loved him and his kids and his whole family and you weren’t getting out anytime soon. Today you get to go to Disney for the first time. You peaked up at the clock, T-minus 6 hours and you will be at the happiest place on Earth.

You have probably 2 hours before the kids wake up as as much as you missed them, you still wanted to milk these 2 hours the best you can. You quietly and slowly slide out of bed, blushing to yourself realizing you are still naked. Maybe you shouldn’t leave him alone.

The thought left your mind when you felt him roll over. You sat on the edge of the bed and watched his arm reach out and land on the sheets lazily. He laid still for a second before his eyes popped open and he sat up on his elbows quickly, finally finding you staring at him almost laughing at his reaction. Then finding it not so funny, mean maybe. You laid back down with him and he lets out a sleepy ‘I love you’, successfully making your heart stop in place.

“Tell me you love me (y/n),” he said quickly with tickling fingers running up your sides.

“I love you, I love you!” You squealed him, pushing away his arms, “but not when you do that!” He rolled on his back pulling you with him. You just stared down at him while he closed his eyes, a small smile shying way on his face.

“I can’t sleep anymore, I’m wide awake,” you whispered to him.

“Ok, fine.” He said, you rolled off him standing out of bed while he threw the covers off.

“Chris you can still sleep, you don’t have to get up,” you told him, feeling bad for waking him.

“No I should get up anyway,” he grumbled rubbing his eyes, staring around the room. You blushed looking away from him as he reached for his boxers, you grabbing your own clothing.

“I wanna go for a walk.” You told him grabbing a water from the fridge. It’s just barely 6:30 AM. You watched as he grabbed a banana from the counter and looked around for his phone. You justified him a little more, telling him that the kids won’t wake up for a couple more hours and you weren’t the only two adults here. He just shrugged his shoulder and slipped on Liam’s shoes, now the second time your caught him doing that.

You both walked out the front door and saw the sun peeking up behind some trees to the east. Thinking to yourself that this time of day is the most peaceful. You walked around the block, not many cars out at this hour.

“I’m really excited to go to Disney today, I’ve never been,” you admitted after a moment of walking. It was an excitement that the more you thought about it the more you could hold it in.

“Oh-ho, it’s a blast, India will take you all over the place!”

You both decided that while they are doing their event, you and the kids wouldn’t be there till after it was over, spending that time exploring the park instead. You walked around the block while he asked about what you did back home and how you spent your time. You told him how much you didn’t realize you missed it. Watching your brother on the baseball field, fun summer nights with your seemingly 100 cousins.

This was time that you need alone with him. Just talking about nothing in particular. It was when you got to notice the cute wrinkles around his eyes when he smiles big, his floppy hair when it is not fixed, and how silly he is. A work of art, really. You both rounded the block and slowly made your way back to the house, the sun finally sitting low in the horizon.

“What are the other two doing today?” You asked as you walked up the driveway.

“I’m not sure, there isn’t much they can do about the house yet.” Inside was still dead silent. You grinned to yourself, a quiet house is rare. You walked to the bathroom to pull your hair into a braid and putting on clothes for the day. You emptied out your backpack and started to gather things that you might need for the day with them at the park.

“Chris!” You whispered yelled across the living room. “I need to go the store, do you need anything?” He replied with a no, and as soon as you grabbed the keys from the counter you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The two of you stood staring at the staircase from your spots in the house waiting to see who comes out and.. It was just Miley. Thank god, if the kids woke up at this hour you would be S.O.L. later.

“Wait, I wanna go.” She mumbled as she walked towards you and slipped on her sneakers she left at the front door. Her hair was already in a bun and she was dressed like she had already been awake. You both waved goodbye and walked out.

“How long have you been awake?” You pulled the door shut behind you and started the car, realizing you had no idea where to go.

“Like an hour.” You started to pull open a map on your phone to a Target. The morning was not busy and you held a small conversation about what she was going to do, move to the house in Tennessee was the best option for them both right now. You listened quietly while you followed the directions, listening to some music coming through the car.

“Do you wanna come with us today?” Breaking the comfortable silence that fell over you both, it was too early for conversation, coffee first. One of those moments that you were thankful for starbucks being inside the store.

“Where to?”

“Disney! Its my first time and Im taking the kids, Chris has to be there for an event.” you smiled getting excited all over again. You were sure you could handle it yourself, but having another adult would be nice. She watched you get giddy and a smile take over your face, she knew she couldn’t ruin your first experience there.

“I would love to, but I actually think I’ll stay back,” you tried to skip the pout that was coming but it made a small appearance. You recovered quickly, letting it go and got out of the car with her.

You both stood in line at the Starbucks, only one person in front of you. You quickly order a iced coffee, and let her order hers and you paid for both after some convincing that it was your treat. You sat at a small table waiting for your name and realized you left your phone in the car, what else were you supposed to do with your hands?

Your name was called a few seconds later, and a minutes later they called a ‘Destiny’ and Miley got up and grabbed the drink. You gave her an incredulous look, about to laugh at her for choosing a different name and then she slowly saw the look of realization fall over your face. She was wearing a sweatshirt that you knew for a fact was Chris’s and she had sunglasses still covering her eyes. She needs clothing but she doesn’t want to be recognized.

“Oh,” you said under your breath, feeling dumb. “Do you always use that name?” She nodded with a solemn look on her face while you both headed towards the clothing section. While deep in the racks she eventually pulled the glasses to the top of her head. After a few outfits and clothing for Liam you both quickly went around for your items and some groceries for the house. They were only staying for a few more days, but you were going to be there for a while longer, kids gotta eat something.

You really only needed some necessities like personal hygiene things, indulged in a few makeup items, and a new silk navy tank that you decided would look good with a Disney themed outfit. Might as well enjoy it while you are there, right?

Miley silently thanked the heavens that you both got in and out of there, no problem, when you were sat back in the car that was loaded with bags.

“I think we got more than what we came for,” you joked, mostly to yourself but she definitely agreed. On the way back you kept pondering over how she kept such a watchful eye on her surroundings. Quick looks to her left or right, it didn’t go unnoticed by you, you had seen Chris do the same thing only a few times.

“So, is that why you wont come with us today?” You wondered out loud. Curiosity doesn’t stop you, but you already knew the answer.

“I would love to, but I just dont think its a good idea. But don’t worry about me, Disney is so much fun, you’ll have fun without me.” Feelings of regret washed over you, you shouldn’t have asked, should have known better. Of course she wasn’t going to go, especially not with the kids, she already got too much going on. Nodding your head, you turned on the music and let it take over the car, both of you trying to suppress your laugh as ‘Sucker’ was in the middle of playing on the local station. Yea, you can check off finding another best friend off your to do list.

Back at the house, the TV was playing Trolls with two out of three kids sitting, watching intently with a bowl of fruit in between them. After sorting through all the things you bought and putting them away you parked yourself at the dining table, watching both brothers cook up some breakfast.

“I’m so hungry I could die.” You propped your elbows up on the table, the smell of bacon wafting around making your mouth water. “Holy shit that’s a lot of bacon.” You admired the mountain piling up on the plate.

“Yea and $10 bucks Liam eats all of it like a cow,” that earned Chris a double dead leg kick to the back of the knees, but he quickly turned and smacked him with the spatula. Liam yelped a “fuck that’s hot” jumping away.

“Respect your elders,” Chris warned him a turned back to the stove, laughing to himself and winking at you. You watched in amusement as Liam rolled his eyes and took it upon himself to stop what he was doing and pinch Chris under his arms. He turned and threw the spatula at him while Liam tried to run from him across the island of the kitchen.

“Touch me again and I’ll kill you,” Chris warned him, almost like he wasn’t messing around. You thought ‘oh shit’, for both their sakes. All three of you in the room new he was about to come back at him as soon as Chris turned his back again.

And he did. He pulled open the drawer for another utensil. You watched with wide eyes of amusement as Liam slowly picked up the spatula off the ground and prepared himself to throw it and dart out of the kitchen for the stairs. It was almost as if you could see himself counting to three in his head, and then he threw it.

“Run!” You yelled at Liam as he crossed you headed for the stairs. You watched as Chris got ahold of the back of his shirt, Liam slipped himself out of it and opted for the back door instead, better luck to not get trapped. The back door flew open and you heard Tristan yell from the living room, “Get him Papa!” You three peaked out the door, Miley skipping down the stairs to join you.

“Oh my god!” You exhausted. You watched Chris take Liam to the ground and put him in a headlock. You gasped and threw a hand to your mouth trying to cover your laugh, not working very well.

“You gonna stop being a shithead?” You heard Chris ask him. Was this unusually hot? Yes.

“Don’t break him, I need him!” You heard Miley toss back as she walked away from the door frame in the kitchen where the bacon was probably burning. So is this the shit that Jennifer Lawrence used to talk about in her interviews? That was a thought you definitely kept to yourself.

“So these are your fast pass thingys, they will let you go to the shorter lines for the rides.” He started handing you four, “Gen got you this map of the park so don’t get lost, please. India will try to get you to stay in line to meet Elsa and Anna, don’t do it for the love of God, I have like three pictures of them and the line is forever long. The boys like messing with Gaston if you find him, and they are all three scared of the Lilo and Stitch ride, so you might want to stay away from that.” He looked good, like way good. Like, thinking unholy thoughts in the happiest place on Earth, good.

“I think I got it.” You were in a backroom in a building. Someone was ready to lead you out into the park. The both of you quickly went over rules with the kids. Always be holding someone’ hand, whether it was a sibling or yours, no running to far ahead, and don’t take your pass off your neck, things like that though you knew you would be repeating yourself for the next few hours.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, turning to him. “You good? You look really really good.” you told him messing with his scarf.

“I’m always good.”

“Right…Well, I’ll see you in a few hours?” You looked over your shoulder at the kids then back to him.

“Uh, are you good?” The excitement was probably rolling off you in waves, taking a breath trying to calm yourself.

“I’m about to go find some Disney princesses of course I’m good.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kissed him goodbye, pulling him down by the silly scarf he had with his outfit. He watched a pink glow take over your cheeks. You knew there wasn’t anyone around that probably cared, but he was kissing you in the most public place he ever had. It was easy to forget, that one was on you.

“Oh my god,” you said quickly, pulling in, using Chris as a shield. “Is that, Robert Downey Jr.?” You shyly looked up at Chris, and then peaked again over his shoulder. “Oh my god it is.”

Chris turned slowly and you watched in horror as he winked at you and yelled, “Robert!” You turned your head the other way and looked at the kids. Sasha has parked himself on the floor while India leaned into you from behind, waiting patiently, watching the people around you and Tristan had your phone.

You felt Chris take a few steps and heard him greet him. Your heart was beating so fast, and you wanted to kill Chris, of course he would call him over. “Who is this is just saw you smooching on?” That was your cue. You turned around and Chris pulled your hand to his, intertwining his fingers with yours which were visibly shaking, you knew he could feel it.

“This is (y/n), and she’s my girl,” he said looking down at you. “My girlfriend.” You blushed under his stare. It sounded like such a juvenile thing to say, but were you complaining? Not one bit. “But we are keeping quiet for now,” he corrected himself and told him. Robert nodded in understanding.

“Well, (y/n) it’s nice to finally meet you,” he shook your hand but as always, you thoughts show on your face. Finally? “Oh I’ve heard all about you, even gotten a couple pictures of you.” He said proudly with a smart ass look on his face.

“You what?” you asked him. You looked up at Chris, “You what?”

“Oh yea we all have, he never shuts up about you!”

“Pictures? Christopher!?”

“What he didn’t tell you about the group chat?” Robert interrupted. Chris playfully glared at him before turning his attention back to you. You felt India slip her hand into your other and try to tug you in the other direction but you tugged her back, ignoring her.

“Group chat! Oh my god is Chris Evans in this group message?”

“Duh.”

“Oh my god.” You said quickly, looking at the ground, you face tomato red by now for sure.

“My job is done, it was lovely to meet you Miss (y/n), truly. I hope to see more of you.” He winked swiftly at the both of you, walking away before you could muster up another word to him.

“Oh my god I just met RDJ,” you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head.

“Ok what?” Chris protested, “How come you weren't all clammy, and blushy, and shaky when you met me?”

“Oh-ho wow, don’t try to flip this on me.” India, pulled at your arm again saying she wanted to go. “We are not done talking about this!’ You warned him as you finally allowing India to drag you away, calling the boys to follow you. Chris waved like he just got saved from a horrible confrontation, gladly shoo-ing you all away. This is not over.

By six o’clock all three were complaining of their feet hurting. You knew they wouldn’t last till the firework show but you had a small tiny hope that kept a fire inside, hoping to get to see it. You did get to see a parade though. Pictures with Buzz Lightyear, and Mickey mouse. It was a good day, but you were also burnt out with the kids. There is only so much a person can take of the whining that its too hot, or they are thirsty, or someone has to pee every 30 minutes. When you made you way back to the building you left out of, you spotted Chris sitting in the air conditioning, scrolling his phone with Gen sitting next to him. Jealousy flooded through you but you remembered that he had to stand in front of press and do a few interviews, and it calmed you knowing you were fine with having this end of responsibility.

He looked up at you four crowding in, both boys slumping to the ground carelessly while India crawled on his lap and laid her head on his shoulder. Yea, you would be doing the same. It wasn’t long before you were in the car headed away from an awesome day over all.

He broke the news to you that night that they switched most of the European side that was planned and the studios rearranged press to the other side of the globe. South korea, excited you, another stamp on your passport. He promised he would take you to Paris to make up for it because he knew how excited you were to see it again. That just pulled a head shake from you, the words sounding so foreign for someone to speak, at least from what you had grown up with.

Three weeks were filled with unstability. Weird school work hours with the kids, a lot done on a plane. You took so many pictures with them at cool places and sent them all back to your family making them jealous. Jumping from hotel to hotel was making you extremely home sick. You got to know RDJ’s wife well, spending days with her and their kids so you didn’t have to follow Chris around, you explored separate from him, though he would ways come back to you in the night but be gone fairly early the next day. It was tough but you never took a moment for granted while with the kids in such amazing places.

A couple nights consisted of a kid sneaking out of their room in the hotel and sleeping with you both falling between you. After you tucking the kids in you retreated to bed, Chris sometimes with you, sometimes he came in later if he spent time with one of his friends that evening. You always reminded yourself to not mind, it was his work and you were here for him and kids in the first place. It settled your heart most of the time to embrace the city glowing outside the windows.

Not an evening went by where you were not awake or didn’t wake up when he returned, always waiting to hear about his day. You tried to be sly and tease him a bit and sneak in a question about the movie, but it was always shut down so fast, ending in a buzz kill, but that was on you, everytime.

“I’m not telling you anything, if I know something, not saying that I do, because I don’t.” He fumbled over his words while you trapped him, attacking his neck, pulling back on his hair. Hearing his breathing run ragged while you calmly asked him about his day, if he missed you, while you touched him through his clothes, refusing to go further unless he gave up a little information. It was a dangerous game really. Were you abusing your power over him? Absolutely. Was he going to stop you? Absolutely not.

Finally fed up on an evening in Shanghai, he flipped you around so fast pinning you to the bed, daring you to try and steal touches again. A game you wanted to learn all too much. You innocently apologized while he let up and relaxed to your side. You curled over him, telling him that you know you were torturing him and you were sorry. But you just couldn’t help yourself because you always wanted him. He listened and melted under your touch while you told him it was your fault for making him so hard for you. For making him need you and comply with you while you messed him up in ever way you knew you could.

“All you had to do was answer me,” you whispered against his lips, stilling as his eyes shot open and he grabbed a hold of your hips digging his fingers into the soft skin with a dark blue lace covering you. A hand grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled you back so he could see you clearly. The sting sent a wave straight to your heat, clenching around nothing. That was new. You gasped as he stared at you, “Insatiable.”

“How about you let me give you what you need since ‘you always want me’,” you nodded slightly as he urged your hips up.

“Really?” You stilled and questioned him quickly. He nodded and tugged your hips forward as your hands fell to the headboard from his movement. You smirked, masking your curiosity, and crawled you way up his chest. He tugged you the rest of the way, making you gasp as his fingers were sure to leave bruises.

“Oh god,” you whispered as he bit at your inner thigh. You felt his fingers pull the lace to the side and his arms tighten around your thighs, pulling you to his tongue. You gasped, almost trying to sit up on your knees from the onslaught of pleasure but he held you still. Against your wiggling hips he got frustrated and ripped the lace, and it laid limp around your waist. Your hands losing their sense of direction on the headboard and flying from his hands, to his hair, back to the headboard, not able to find a place that will ground you. He licked and suckked at your clit, you jerking in his grasp which only entails a growl and a firmer hold around you, preventing you from moving away. His flicked open and closed, caught between watching you and focusing on your pleasure, enjoying your taste on his tongue.

“Oh god Chris,” you moaned out, tugging on his hair again. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” you let out a normally embarrassing whine but were too lost to care.

You breathe caught in your throat when he pulled away, sucking at your skin, “Already love? Were just getting started.” He allowed you the moment to push down on his mouth, your chest heaving trying to keep up. He sealed his grip again and went to town until your face was twisted up in a silent scream, gushing all over him, for sure making a mess. You came down from your high, his tongue pulling large circles around your clit and dipping back down to clean your mess. He laid kisses against your clit having your body flick in his grasp, still sensitive. Though when he didn’t let up, your heart raced, looking down at him with no mercy showing in his eyes.

“Baby, ah, I’m too sensitive,” you jumped again, trying to pull yourself up using the headboard as leverage. “Ooooo, no,” You moaned, raising your voice when he sucked your clit harshly into his mouth making your vision run white. You felt his fingers replace his tongue rubbing slowly.

“You want me to stop? Like you stopped messing with me?” He said biting and leaving a mark on your skin. He pressed his tongue, swiping up your slit, your eyes rolling back, grinding down on him.

“Look at me,” He mumbled against you. Your head was heavy on your shoulders and you creeped your eyes open to him, only for them to shut again as soon as he moved his tongue. “Look at me or I’ll stop and leave you dripping,” you could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn’t lying. You shoved your head forward and watched down at him through hooded eyes. His lips started at work again, tongue wiggling itself into your hole massaging your walls as deep as he could. Your eyes were open in shock staring at the erotic scene, and sounds he was making. You could feel your blood run hot, pulsing through you, where you needed him most.

“I’m- oh I’m gonna come,” you groaned out. His arms tighten around your thighs holding you to him and he worked feverishly on your clit. You watched him take over your senses, pretty sure you stopped breathing all together as you dragged you to your peak, spilling over, clenching over his face, hips rocking in his grasp involuntarily. You let out a gasp of air as you kept coming hard on his mouth, his tongue retreating to soft circles around your over sensitive nub.

You started to feel you muscles loosen from their tense nature, and he helped support you as you slipped down his torso and laid on his side. You legs remained propped around his waist while you tried to come back down to earth, your ears ringing.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled incoherently. Your legs felt numb over him, and you felt his hands shove hair out of your face, his thumb brush across your eyelid. When did you close your eyes? His hand roamed slowly over your own twitching body, his touch bringing your senses back to life slowly.

He watched your face lost in the reminisce of an orgasm, wiping his face with the bed sheet. He watched you with such tense adoration that he was sure you could rip his heart out his chest at the very moment and it would beat for only you. He didn’t care that he had a hard on that was almost painful and that you most likely didn’t have the energy to move at the moment. He didn’t care that you drove him crazy sometimes. He didn’t care that he didn’t get to show you off to the world yet. He cared that you were willingly still in his life and that was enough for him.

You suddenly felt the bed dip and a warm wet cloth wipe across your forehead. You eyes flinched at the contact, where did he get that? You jumped slightly when he ran it across your sensitive core and your thighs, washing away whatever mess you both made.

He laid down next to you and pulled you to his chest, kissing your forehead.

“I love you.”

“Are you sure you want me to go?” “I can wait to see it, really.”

“(Y/n) I’m not going to say it again, I swear, just pick a dress.” You were currently in the same house back in LA, staring at a rack of five different dresses, all matching Chris’s suit choices. He wants you to come with him to the premiere tonight, and you have 5 hours before you need to leave and all the sudden he’s like “oh yea, by the way, your coming with me tonight”. Uh, what? The initial panic wore off too fast and now you were just curious. You stood next to India looking over your choices.

“What do you think?” You asked her, starting to favor the white dress and a blush pink dress.

“Papa which are you wearing?” She asked him in retaliation. Smart girl.

“Well, sweetheart I wanted (y/n) to pick, but I’m thinking either the printed jacket with the solid pants or the printed pants with the solid jacket, definitely the navy blue though. What do you think?” You eyed his choices hanging on the rack and the material and patterns.

“Ok, dont hate me,” you started to laugh, “But I like the printed pants and the printed jacket with a solid shirt.” He eyed the two pieces, and slowly started to nod.

“You’re right.” He grabbed the two and dressed in them so we could see the whole look. India nodded in approval, grabbing at the blush pink silk dress for you to wear.

“(Y/n) wear this one.” You pulled the hangar from the rack and felt the material between your fingers. The smooth silk texture was bound to feel amazing and comfortable against your skin. You smiled at her and walked to the bathroom to slip it on, the designer following you in to help you zip it up.

“Wow,” she said behind you looking in the mirror, “Fits you like a glove.” You blushed from the compliment, she wasn’t wrong. You opened the door and stepped out, picking up the bottom as you walked, sighing when you realized you would need to wear heels with it. Not your favorite thing in the world.

“Wow.”

“Wow.” Like father like daughter. You blushed and looked down at the dress from their stare. If you couldn’t control your reaction from their staring, how were you going to around others?

“Do you like it?” You asked them both, gauging their reactions. Chris floating with nothing but adoration from his eyes, raking across the material and how it lays daintily across your skin. You watched his eyes dance around the dress and he walked closer to you resting his hands on your shoulders to admire up close.

“Beautiful,” he kissed your lips softly, your head feeling like it was floating till a ‘eww’ leaked from Indy’s mouth, Chris waving a hand at her, dismissing her. The designers’ assistant leading her upstairs to join the boys where they were watching The Incredibles to keep them away for awhile. Your eyes followed them as they disappeared up the staircase.

You sighed, you shoulders dropping, “I’m kind of nervous.” ‘Kind of’ was an understatement.

“That’s alright, I’ll be with you and if and when I get pulled away, I’ll make sure you are in good hands. Miley and Liam will be there, so will Luke and his wife, you can keep each other company.” The designer interrupted you showing you a jumpsuit for after the carpet, that you could change into for the actual screening and the after party. This was really going to happen. You knew it meant alot to him, you couldn’t say no this time or hold him back, it would be selfish. You nodded and went with the flow, following instructions to go take a shower, hair and makeup would be here within the hour.

You pulled up to the venue, staring out the windows at the hoards of people behind barricades and the hoards of people with cameras and interviewers. “Chris, I really think I’m going to throw up.”

“Hey, It’ll be alright,” he said, turning your head to him, laying a quick, soft, reassuring kiss to your lips. “Just hold on to my hands, I won’t let you trip. You don’t have to talk to anyone, just smile. The photographers will scream at you and tell you to turn this way and that. Just ignore them or do as I do. They might shout and ask who you are, just ignore them. Gen will instruct each interviewer what not to ask before I speak with them. You be with Miley and Liam after the carpet while I do some press.” His hand laid comforting on the side of your neck, keeping your attention, trying to digest everything he was saying. “Everything is under control.” He gave you a small smile, trying to decipher what you were thinking. You nodded in his grasp while he watched you making sure you were sure.

“Okay. I trust you. I love you.”

“And I love you. I’m going to get out and come around to your door, alright? As soon as I open your door, there will be pictures, okay?” You nodded again and took a deep breath, letting him know you were ready.

As soon as he opened the door, there were shouts about who you were and asking you both to look in their direction. You clasped both your hands in front, grabbing Chris’s hand in yours, hoping it would disguise the shaking. You smiled like he said, and followed his lead. Gen met you at the entrance and directed you through crowds and past interviewers to the carpet first so you could get it over with.

He whispered a reassurance in your ear, and you put on your brave face. The same sweet smile that you plastered when you turned the corner in his house for the first time, seeing him standing there in the kitchen, masking your shock. It was the same smile. Beautifully mastered.

Feeling his presence next to you was enough to drown out the shouts and flashes of the cameras and people behind them. You took a few steps with him, shifting down the back drop, hoping that the makeup would cover the blush flooding your cheeks when chris kissed you cheek in front of the cameras and mumbled a, “Your doing amazing,” in your ear. You could see Gen on the end, ushering you down the back drop a few steps. A few more moments and then it would be over. You finally gave in to a person yelling for an over the shoulder shot, and turned you head finding the camera, putting on a bright, shy smile. One could only hope you don’t look stupid right now.

Finally off the carpet, the cameras left your direction and you watched as you finally laid eyes on Liam and Miley starting the carpet. Chris gave you a quick goodbye kissing your cheek, as you watched them walk in front of the cameras, waiting for them at the end. Liam laughing at Miley and walking out of the way so she could have her own shots. She was a natural, glowing and carefree, in front of them all. It seemed like a totally different person from the Miley you grew to know. You watched her as she finally met you both at the end, walking behind and out of view.

“Wow,” you told her as she admired your own dress, “you are so amazing.” A new found sense of pride came over as you watched her retreat back to into a shell that she was in outside of the public eye. They both complemented your dress, you returning it. You both walked towards the entrance, them both saying they did a few interview before hand. You nodded and waited a moment to see if you could find Chris in the sea of people. You found Chris alright, but it wasn’t the one you were looking for.

You surpessed your panic for the hundredth time and turned to Miley sporting a mischievous smile. She followed your gaze and found him, shaking her head at you. Oh your were definitely making him introduce you after the screening. One hundred percent. You were in a slightly confident mood and needed to do it today before the high wears off and you become mortified again.

After you and Miley changed out of your dresses and heels into a bit more of a casual attire, you three went inside and took seats as the cast started to pile into the front of the theatre. You eyed the crowd, finding some of your favorites in the mix, a moment of pride filling your body to see your Chris up there with them all. This is the kind of moment where a person evaluates their life and needs a pinch to prove that it’s real.

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patchdotexe · 6 years ago

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Fix-it Leo: Katie / KG

welcome to something im tenatively calling “fix-it leo”, where i take my really old OCs and try to make sense of them! i’ve previously done this with Shadowy, which you can read here. seeing as im redrawing & “bringing back” a few other old ocs i figured id make this a series of talking about things! unlike the Shadowy one this doesnt have pictures beyond the initial ref bc i dont want to murder my hand and im also not sure how to draw some of this

today’s subject: Katie! also known as KG.

KG’s from 2010-ish, so some time after Shadowy but before the Shattered Worlds rework. to be as specific as possible, he’s from a RP setting that people that have known me closely have at least heard mentioned, if not seen snippets of it outright: KL, the massive crossover including any character and setting me & my friends wanted to RP.

as a self-insert character in crossover hell, Katie is VERY weird.

it was really hard for me to find info on Katie, because i actually had a bunch of OCs using that name that were my direct self-inserts for RP & story purposes both in and outside of KL. the unifying idea was that he was kinda just Me but in a fictional universe... and, apparently according to what info i DID find, all of the various Katies were. actually the same person, just in various conflicting situations with various conflicting backstories? so me stitching it all together got kinda weird. i did find a starting point though, so, uh... here we go!

as a general overview, Katie is pretty much just me. autistic, ADHD, likes videogames and art, bad social anxiety conflicting with desperately needing validation from everyone around him. he also has a very short temper and no volume control, which was usually a comedy thing but could also lead to him lashing out and doing/saying things he regrets, mostly hurting his friends. as a result he was kinda unpopular in his hometown... except for a small handful of friends he went to school with.

one night, he decides to go camp out with his friends to watch a meteor shower cause hes pretty fascinated by comets & shit like that. one of his friends, Elson, was acting pretty weird about it but Katie’s too excited to take much note of it up until the meteor shower “starts early” and Elson runs off into the woods. confused and startled, he gives chase. then, uh, the fucking apocalypse happens.

a lot of plot happens that im skipping over bc this is gonna be long enough as it is, but it gets revealed that Elson is actually an incognito alien named Elohim and an alien invasion is happening and wiping out civilization, and Katie is just. running out of sanity. being a main character SUCKS. he has a tragic backstory now, his friend (who he kind of had a crush on?) is an alien and is partially responsible for his tragic backstory, they join a rebellion after confirming “yeah your family’s dead as hell” and go to space, and finally find out that the leader of the aliens got a case of “jewelry makes you evil”.

they save the day obvs, with the help of some other people they ran into, and Katie has a moment of “well, fuck” bc his hometown is still extremely exploded and his family is still extremely dead and he’s like .5 miliseconds away from a mental breakdown. he then has a conversation that goes roughly like this:

person that helped them bust out of alien jail: hey, i think i know someplace you can stay katie: my house exploded person: cmon trust me

and then it turns out that that guy is actually Ninten and he’d just helped save the world with a fictional character, and before he has any opportunity to go “wait, what” he gets pulled through a portal by him and ends up somewhere totally different. more specifically, he’s now in the Earthbound universe, and his brain is going “[dial up noises]” a whole lot bc its not like his life was weird ENOUGH now he’s just... ditched his home reality??? with Ninten’s help??? and Ninten’s taking all of it in stride and ends up explaining the multiverse to him and that he’s one of the guys who ended up with the ability to worldhop and had stopped by Katie’s universe because he knew the possessed alien guy. he’s also apparently used to having to help people acclimate to massive paradigm shifts caused by multiversal fuckery.

so Katie’s just kinda trying to wrap his head around this, but takes Ninten up on his offer to go get to meet people and he goes to the Nowhere Islands! which was like, basically the hub location of KL. and then things get EXTRA surreal for Katie, because like... he used to write fanfic, and come up with story ideas that he daydreamed about a lot before everything exploded, and he bumps into Kurousu who is his OC. and there’s a lot of “UHHHH”-ing but he plays it off and befriends her, and its finally starting to sink in that yeah, he’s hanging out in this super weird crossover reality now, and he tries to make the most of it!

then some... weird things start happening. Tank, Joseph, and Vince make a jump to the Persona universe to do some plot stuff and run into Katie there, where he’s apparently joined SEES? except the last time they’d seen him, he’d been acting as a lackey to one of the arc villains because of a FMian from the Megaman universe screwing with him and taking advantage of his trauma to create a “new” Gemini Spark. and they start to write it off as “well i guess he’s like Tails where there’s some AUs of him running around” except... he recognizes them each time? but looks different and has different backstories and nothing really adds up. the next time a protagonist sees him, it’s Artemis post-getting turned into a Nobody finding Katie’s Nobody, Teixak, who apparently was very excited about getting to meet Roxas... despite, according to himself, having been living in Twilight Town for as long as he could remember. while also being very aware and very confused that that contradicts everything else about him.

teixak: eeee you mean i get to meet roxas?! he’s my favourite kingdom hearts character!! >w< rasemtix: ...you do realize you just told me youre from this universe, right? you were just explaining to me about how you lived here with leixand until the shadows attacked you two and stole your hearts. teixak: eh..? hm. ............Hm. but.... hm.

meanwhile on Katie’s end of things, he gets his heart stuffed back in his body and he reconciles with his externalized FMian-induced evil side and various other things from various other worlds, but everything feels weird and disjointed. he remembers attending school at Gekkougan, but also remembers living in Echo Ridge, but also remembers Twilight Town, but also remembers living in a boring world that got invaded by aliens where also all of this was just videogames and books and animes and OCs. and then things start getting weirder for him. he makes a joke to Artemis about “hey, remember when we got in a big fight cause i hit you with a sign?” and he doesn’t remember it. he teases Ninten about something personal and Ninten freezes up and asks him how he knows that, and Katie gets confused because he told him. he has an even more personal talk with T1, and then has the same talk later but with slightly different words. and it’s starting to look like it’s not just “various Katies”, it’s Katie also dealing with various... varieties of everyone else, and he’s pretty much spinning a wheel on “what version of events am i in today?”

he finally gets an answer after a while-- something went really weird and really wrong when Ninten first brought him into the KL multiverse. the Katie that told Gomess about the Andromeda Key is the same Katie that joined SEES is the same Katie that got his heart stolen is the same Katie that got rescued from an apocalypse, but he’s sort of... existing simultaneously in different realities with slight “adjustments” to his personal history depending on what universe he’s encountered in. he also exists “outside of canon”, so some of the weirder memories he has are from rewrites or scrapped plotlines or noncanon moments that sometimes clip into canon when theyre not supposed to. apocalypse!Katie is the “primary”/original Katie, and that’s where all his weird meta knowledge comes from.

it’s... really confusing, and nobody really “gets” it, least of all Katie himself. he just knows that he’s ended up with a bunch of cool powers, although he’s not really sure what he’s doing and has been a villain at least two universes. he also has a severe case of main character-itis (hence getting a Persona, getting his heart stolen, etc), and still isnt sure how to tell if he’s interacting with the “canon” versions of everybody or not. he’s at least unable to cause weird bizarre paradoxes by interacting with himself; trying to visit one of the universes he has an “echo” in just causes a perspective switch to the resident Katie. Katie also has access to all of his abilities as long as he’s not in a universe with a resident Katie; apocalypse!Katie has no abilities at all, starforce!Katie only has his FMian transformation, kh!Katie can only use his Keyblade, etc. this only starts being a thing after he “clicks” with his new existence.

he also has various outfits and aesthetics depending on universe, with the one i drew being his “outside canon“/default one. he gets cat ears! and Outsider eyes. Katie also has a bad habit of stealing things from universes he visits, and as a result has a collection of random things that he really shouldnt.

#txt #leo chirps #leos ocs #fixit leo #oc: KG

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littlebitoffanfic · 6 years ago

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Convince

Fandom: Star Wars Characters: hux, Phasma, Supreme leader Relationship: Hux/reader Request: the reader thinks she gets sent away because hux, phasma and kylo don’t want her anymore but they were trying to protect her. And hux is her husband so lovey dovey stuff when he gets he back please You sat with one leg swung over the other. Your bottom leg was bouncing slightly from nerves as you bit your nails as short as you could before gnawing on the inside of your cheek. He shouldn’t have taken this long. It was just a quick meeting, right? Sitting in General Hux office, you couldn’t help but feel like something was watching you. Something dangerous. Your husband, the owner of this office, had been distant from you recently. As the end of his project drew closer, you found he stepped back from you with each passing day. But tonight really hurt. It was your wedding anniversary. You had had the dress you wore custom made for this special night. 10 years ago you had exchanged vows. A sudden knock on the door made you jump. “Who is it?” You called out, knowing it wasn’t Hux otherwise he would just have walked straight in. “Phasma, miss.” Called the only other person you would be glad to see. Racing to the door, you threw it open to see your friend and ally. But she wasn’t smiling. “I need you to come with me. The supreme leader wishes to see you.” She spoke with a slight quiver in her voice that shook you to the core. She was hard and strong, one of the most fierce warriors on this ship. Something had scared her deeply. Nodding, you followed her, staying slightly back to hid your nerves. You wanted to talk to her, to speak to her like a friend. Over many years, you had grown close to her and you were the only one on this ship who she properly cared about, not just out of a sense of duty. But something wasn’t right. Stopping outside the supreme leader throne room, you turned to her. “Phasma. Im scared.” You whispered in a childish voice. You didn’t know what was going on, but it involved you in some way which you didn’t like. You had been loyal to the supreme leader before your marriage to Hux, and after the marriage you both aided him greatly. He showed favouritism towards you, more than he ever had to Hux or even Kylo. “As am I.” She breathed, unable to offer support to you right now. You knew you were to face this alone. So, taking a deep breath, you walked into the room. It was a deep red colour that mimicked blood. The supreme leader sat on his throne, his guards motionless by his side but other than them, the room was empty. “Ah, [y/n], I have been waiting on you.” He smiled, but it didn’t seem at all genuine. “My apologies. I came as soon as I was summoned.” You walked forward, bowing your head slightly out of respect. With a swift motion on his wrist, he dismissed the guards, who passed you and left. This was a true sign of trust. “I have some… unfortunate news.” He beckoned you forward with a bony finger and you walked to stand at the feet of his throne. “How unfortunate?” You asked, the question nearly getting stuck in your throat. “It depends how you look at it. With your optimism, I might think you’ll see it as a new opportunity. But your loyalty tells me otherwise.” He sighs, looking away from you. You felt yourself stiffen. Was he now questioning your loyalty or was that a compliment? Swallowing, you couldn’t speak so he continued. “Your service and loyalty to me has never gone unnoticed. Many here follow you more than some of my official leaders. But I have had to make several tough decisions for our cause. After consulting with General Hux, Kylo Ren and Phasma, it has been unanimously decided that your time here has come to an end.” As he finished, you felt your knees go weak. You stood there, staring straight in front of you as you tried and failed to comprehend what was going to happen. “I don’t understand.” You finally whispered, your voice weak and your eyes looking up to your leader to guidance. “You will leave tonight. Rip the band aid off quickly, in my opinion. There is a safe house on one of our quiet and trustworthy planets. You will be sent there, your salary will remain the same. Consider this early retirement for a job well done.” He smiled, leaning back in his seat. That same smile that seemed fake. “And what of my husband?” You asked, your voice breaking. “He shall remain here. He may visit you on occasions that suite the First Order, but contact will be limited.” The smile drops from his lips. “Why tonight? Can it not be postponed?” Your mind was racing as your heart broke. “No.” A simple but sharp response. You nod, accepting the answer and knowing better than to argue with him. He was right, this would be a break. You could live in a proper house which you could make a home. You could paint, doing art, write a book, do all the thing you had never been able to do because of your work. You could relax. But without Hux? You had planned him to be in your life until the end. When you thought of living in a home, he was there. Something gnawed at the back of your mind. “You said it was a unanimous decision. You all voted for me to leave? Was there no opposition or reason for me to stay?” You asked, your voice breaking as tears flooding your eyes. You wanted to hear that someone had fought for you. They had fought to keep you here. You wanted to hear how your husband had begged you keep you by his side, how Phasma had given reason after reason as to why you were an asset and you needed to say. Even damn Kylo saying you kept the ship sane! “No, they all voted the same way.” He signed slightly, getting annoyed with your questions. “Your ship will be ready to depart in 30 minutes. You may keep it.” “Thank you.” You breathed, unable to think of anything else to say. He didn’t need to excuse you. You turned and walked out the room, the second your back was to him, tears were falling from your cheeks. Leaving the throne room, you turned the corner and saw three people walking in your direction, none speaking or even looking at each other. Hux, Phasma and Kylo. Hux was the first to spot you. His mouth opened slightly and you saw his eyes dart down to your dress as he froze in place. This wasn’t how you thought you would spend your 10th anniversary. His sudden stop was noticed by the other two who followed his gaze and saw you. Phasma couldn’t even look you in the eyes and kylo could only look at for for brief moments. You reached for your wedding and engagement ring on your finger. Pulling it off, you dropped it to the ground, turned on your heel and walked in the opposite direction from them all. Once round the corner, you ran back to the room you shared with Hux but locked it behind you. you went to the bedroom, your heart beating so loud you could hear it in your ears only for your blood to run cold. on the bed was a suitcase. It was open, but you could see everything was packed for you. On the top of all your clothes was a picture from yours and Huxs wedding. You picked up the picture, the frame made from a beautiful engraved silver. Lifting it up, you threw it against the wall, the frame shattering and the picture falling out. Striding into the living room, you raced to the cabinet that had photos of you and your husband over the years. Taking out photo after photo, you smashed them all. You took off the necklace he had got you for your 5 year anniversary and threw it on the floor, you set to destroy everything you could as tears burned in your eyes. Finally, falling to the floor, you sobbed uncontrollably. ----------------time skip ---------------- The house was nice, that was an upside. It was deep in the country and was surrounded by rolling hills and nature. Standing outside, you took another sip of your coffee, taking in the beauty of it all. You’d been here 2 months now. 2 whole months. It seemed like barley yesterday that you had left and it still stung. Another sip, you felt the cold wind pass you so you decided to go back it. There was no doubt in your mind you would enjoy this life. It was all you had ever wanted and Hux had always promised it to you, but you thought it would be different. He was always meant to be here with you. Maybe even children. you hadn’t heard from anyone since you left. You had left your datapad but what they didn’t know was that you had planted a chip in your old one years ago in case it was ever stolen or hacked. You were one of the best hackers in the universe and you used to be highly sought after for your skills. You decide to spend a couple of years on your own. You needed it after that marriage. While divorce had never came up, you wondered if that had been the over all goal of making you leave. Had Hux grown tiered of you or fallen out of love with you and decided it was easiest to make you leave. No, Kylo would never have agreed to that. You had supported Kylo through his whole time with the First order in ways neither Hux nor the supreme leader had. You offered him a more humane side of it all and he appreciated it. He would never have pushed you away and neither would Phasma. You would probably never know why. Walking into the dining room, you sat down and opened your laptop. Some habit were hard to break, and this included keeping an eye on the rebellion and the first order. You had small hacks into each system which allowed you to have small amounts of information dripped into you. Enough to keep you satisfied, at least. but today, something was off. Hacking further into the rebellion, you were able to see data transferring from one place to another. The destination looked to be the rebellions ship which was known to the first order, but you couldn’t see what information they were getting. Until you hacked further and instantly, your eyes widened. They were hacking the ships defences. The first orders main ship, the one which had the supreme leader, which had Kylo and Phasma, which had Huxs. You traced the coordinates of the rebellion ship when you saw a transmission was going urgent in the first order. While it tracked the location, you listened to the transmission by the supreme leader. He was announcing that the rebellion were beginning attacked, that they would soon fall and the first order would rule all. But if they were attacking each other, the ones who had the upper hand was the one with all the information’s. The rebellion. You had to do something. Racing into the kitchen, you grabbed your second laptop which was more up to date and able to handle the capability’s of what you needed. Your first laptop beeped with the location but you didn’t need it. You knew they were in the same place as the first order. grabbing a headset with a mic attached, you plugged yourself in and began. First, you had to interface with the rebellions hack. You quickly fired through all the defence systems and managed to get into their system properly, enough to slow down the hack as the equipment struggled with the interference. Then, you hacked into the first order, something which was easy for you. Immediately, you saw all the data on the bridge whirling about between stations. Locking on to one desk, you saw it was Mitaka who was logged in. You knew you could trust him and he would be wearing a communication device. Hacking in, you heard the hustle and bustle of the main bridge. “mitaka.” You whispered into the mic. “wh-“ He jumped, sounding frightened. “Shhh, don’t say anything. Just listen to me. I need to ask you some questions. If the answer is yes, tut once and if its no, tut twice. Is there anyone close to you?” You asked, knowing mitaka was known for his tutting while on shift. Two tuts. “Good.” You took a breath, knowing this could get you both in a lot of trouble, him more than you. “Where have you been? Everyones worried sick. Ever since you left the orders been in tatters. Kylos out of control, phasma wont stop barking order and hux doesn’t-“ He tried to speak but you cut him off, their names hurting you. “I don’t care.” You snapped then sighed. “Look, the supreme leader sent me away. It was decided by the four of them. Im not coming back.” “What?!” He spoke too loudly and you heard someone shout across the bridge. “What is it?” They demanded but he was quicker. “What is the code to unlock the access to the control panel?” He rattled off without giving himself away. Someone responded with 4 numbers and he thanked them before returning to you in a hushed voice. “why would they-?” He started to ask but you cut him off again. “Look, we have bigger problems than that. I intercepted a hack by the republic to the first order ship. They are hacking your defences as we speak!” You told him, turning to your other laptop to quickly gain access to the ship from both. “Shit! What are we going to do!” He started to panic. “Help me. I can try hack the hack but it will take a while. I need you to tell me exactly whats going on right now.” You spoke as your fingers whizzed over the keyboard. “We found the rebellions ship. It has their princess on it. We are about to attack. Its planned for about 5 minutes time once everything’s in place.” He said in a hushed voice. “Shit, they will be in your system before then. Ive managed to slow the hack down but not by much. I need you to-“ You shut up when you heard a very familiar voice in the background. “Whats the progress on the scum?” Huxs voice spoke with that air of demand and authority he was known for. For some reason, hearing his voice was more painful than you ever thought it would be. Someone answered from the other side. “Don’t speak to me unless you absolutely have to, okay?” You hoped he remembered the tutting thing which he had when he tutted once. “Okay, im going to put a screen up on your monitor in a moment. Ill put it in the lower right corner. Type your log in details so I can gain access to the codes I need.” You could get them yourself but it was faster to get his details in. Sure enough, his log in appeared on your screen. “Perfect.” You quickly opened up to show how far the rebellions hack was along, expecting it to only be 75 % but when you heart jumped up into your throat. It was done. Just then, you heard the sound of chaos and then a loud crash coming from the bridge. “holy shit!” mitaka gasped, fear obvious in his voice. You could hear people asking what had happened, what was going on and why your defences were down. mitaka whispered your name. “Im trying, they were quicker than I thought!” You growl as you hack into their system and attempt to break their connection with them. “[y/n], their shooting at us!” mitaka growled as the sound of another hit made you flinch. You could hear Hux shouting commands but his voice broke slightly. He was scared. They all were. “Wait wait wait!” You rambled, your fingers smashing the buttons. You couldn’t help but notice how hard your heart was beating. You weren’t even on the ship, but you felt the fear and you wanted to save your friends. And your husband. Cursing yourself, you knew you were still in love with him but this wasn’t the time to face such feeling. finally, you broke the connection. Now you needed to put the defence shield back up. “[y/n]? their aiming right at us.” Mitakas voice shook. “I know, I know. Im almost there.” You shook your head, imagining the look on the crew as they saw their enemy aiming at them and there was nothing between them. If they hit the front of the ship with the windows. They were as good as dead. “Im so close.” You breathed, hoping it would calm him ever so slightly. “[y/n]?” he sounded like he had just stood up. “nearly done.” Your voice broke as you furiously tried to get the defence shied back online. So close. “[y/n]!” mitaka screamed just as you managed to bring the shield back up. As soon as it was up, you saw it take immediate damage. You had just saved the entre crew. sitting back, you took a deep breath but it was short lived. “Why did you say her name?!” A voice hissed in your ear, as hux demanded an answer from mitaka. “she just saved all of us.” Mitaka said in an authorities voice. “She intercepted a hack made by the rebellion to take down our defence shield and put it back up.” there a brief moment of silence, then dead air. You were disconnected. ----------------- time skip ---------------- It had been a day since the hack, since you had had any contact with mitaka. You were scared to say the least. He could face possible charges for allowing you the access he had. You didn’t want him to get into trouble for you. it was just after nightfall when you heard a ship landing near by. It was easy to head in the silence of the country. Going to the window, you saw a single ship, one small and intimate that couldn’t take more than 3 people at a push. You wondered if it was mitaka who was now getting expelled with you. But then your heart jumped into your throat. Hux stepped off the ship alone. His eyes fell on the cottage then walked towards it. Going to the door, you opened it before he could get to there first. When he saw you, he paused. You wore a summer dress that hugged your cuves beautifully. Your hair fell down to frame your face nicely. You looked healthy, happy even despite the blank expression you wore. “Why are you here?” You asked, your arms cross over your chest as you leaned against the door. “I came to take you back.” He cleared his throat first then spoke as if he had any authority here. “Back?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “yes, back with me. You can return to the first order, regain your rank. We can be together again.” He nodded, grasping his hands behind his back. “what makes you think I want to go back?” You frowned, your annoyance obvious. “we-“ He started to speak, but you interrupted. “besides, you were the one who sent me away. You didn’t want me anymore so you threw me off the ship like trash. And on our anniversary!” You spat, trying to sound angry but sounding just as heartbroken. “I didn’t want this.” He lowered his eyes from yours, refusing to look at you anymore. You wanted to hurt him like he had hurt you. Walking up, you stood in front of him and ducking your head to look him in the eyes. The second he realised how close you were, he took shuddered breath as he stared down at you, his mouth slightly open. He looked at you the same way he had when you married him. Like you were his everything. “Do you want me?” You asked in a sweet voice. “Yes.” He breathed, his voice barley a whisper as he glanced to your lips then back to your eyes. “Then-“ You paused, moving so your lips were only an inch away. “-you shouldn’t have abandoned me here.” With that, you turned and walked back to the house. Hux staggered slightly then realised you were gone. He quickly found you and bolted for you, quicker than you had ever seen him move in your life. He grabbed your upper arm and forced you back to look at him. “I didn’t abandon you.” He argued, rage overtaking his features with a hint of desperateness. “No, you’re right. You got other people to do it.” You screamed in his face, tears spilling down your cheek. When he saw your tears, his quickly let go of your arm to cup your cheeks. “We thought it was best. We knew the scum were going to attack and we decided to keep you safe. We sent you here for your own good.” His voice shook as he spoke. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” You whispered as you pulled away from him, unable to bear the contact anymore. “Are you happy here?” Hux suddenly asked, his voice behind you. He tried to walk around you so he could see your face but you ducked away again. You heard him sign and then walk over to the window. There was a moment of silence as he looked out over the rolling hills. “I never intended all this. You know that, right?” He looked at you but you snap your head away from him. Another sigh. “this was going to be my anniversary gift to you. This got your attention and you glanced up at hux, but he had gone back to staring out the window. He looked more… human than you had seen him look in a long time. Maybe it was the natural sunset which seemed to bring life back into his eyes. He looked down, searching the ground for something but not finding it. “I was going to bring you here that night. Before all this happened. I was going to surprise you.” He smiled to himself, imagining how happy you would have looked when he presented you with the house. Maybe even how you would have grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. But then his face fell. “then we got word that the rebels were going to attack us. Not enough time or supplies to evacuate everyone. We had to fight. But then there was you. My one weakness, my one flaw and yet the best thing about me.” This time, he looked to you with such love and admiration in his eyes. When he was you were looking at him, he couldn’t keep eye contact so he looked back out the window. “I decided to send you away. To send you here. I thought it was for the best. You would be safe. But then Ren said you would never leave. So it was arranged to look like… well you know what happens next.” He signs. “Yes, you chuck me out. You packed my stuff behind my back and had the audacity to put a photo of us in there.” You spoke with a emotionless voice as tears ran down your cheek. “I wanted you to-“ He turns to you but you snap back. “You wanted me to come running into your arms when you decided to pick me up again.” You snapped at him. You had no reason to distrust him or what he told you, but that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t hurt. “I did.” His words took you back. You expect him to deny it, to try make up another excuse. “I hoped you might convince yourself it wasn’t what it seemed.” “What?” You frown, confused. “You’re good at that. You convicted yourself that im a good man. You convicted yourself I was worthy of your hand in marriage. You convicted yourself that Ren isn’t completely useless. I hoped that this might be another moment like those.” He signed, looking to the ground again. “It was the only thing that made the last few months bearable.” sudden, arms wrapped around your body and your husband embraced you for the first time in months. “Tell me you still love me. Please.” He whispers as he pleads with you. His voice broke and you could feel how he was shaking. His whispers seemed to be from a broken man rather than someone who had just won a war. There was a brief moment of silence as you thought through your answer. “You’re wrong about that, you know.” You finally said, making him pull back to look down at you in confusion. “About me being good at persuading myself. See, Ive spent the last few weeks telling myself how angry I was and how I could never forgive you. I told myself I didn’t love you and I would never come back to you if you asked.” “Does, does this mean?” He trails off, unable to finish the sentence. You bit your lip and nod. In a moment, your husbands lips were on yours, kissing you passionately and with such need you nearly collapsed. “Do you have to return tonight?” you asked against his lips. “No, I can remain here for 3 days.” He didn’t open his eyes as he touched his forehead to yours. “good.” You breathed as you grabbed his hand and started to pull him upstairs but before you could get to the bottom, he stopped you. “Could… would you put this back on?” He then pulls your engagement and wedding ring out of his pocket, holding it out on a shaking hand. You smiled as you left out your left hand to him. He took it, kissed the back of your hand before sliding your rings back on, sealing it with another kiss. “Now, we should make up for lost time.” He smiles as he lifts you off the ground easily and carries you up stairs.

#star wars #general hux #general hux x reader #general hux/reader #general armitage hux x reader #hux x reader #armitage hux #armitage hux/reader #armitage hux x reader

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ycjins-blog · 6 years ago

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⁓ ♡ hello lovely people ! first, let me introduce myself as the dumbest person of earth because i misspelled my own name. it’s Evy and not ivy ( someone pls kill me to relieve me from this burden aka my dumbness ) and this is my precious bean yejin ( s/o at myself for not misspelling her name but i actually did in my theme but i fixed it hah ! *cries in the distance* ). actually, at first i wanted to base her on our favourite tabasaco aka vasco from lookism, but when i started writing her bio, suddenly things got out of control. so here i am, with my dumb little child and her dumb mun, but pls love me anyway asddfgjk ! also i’ve made a super basic connection page HERE but i also listed some very wanted connections in my intro ! oh and if you’d like to plot pls LIKE this post and i’ll jump in your IMs ! <3</small>

┅ ☆ ★ ✮ ∟ ‖ kim jennie. 22. female. she/her. ‖— camp fires , flushed cheeks , expensive perfume. 」did you hear that JEON YEJIN is planning on attending the next race ?! i won’t lie, i’m pretty excited to see their BLACK KAWASAKI NINJA H2 in person. i know people say they’re really WITTY , COMPASSIONATE & LOYAL , but don’t you think they come off way too INTERFERING , INDECISIVE & OVER-SENSITIVE ? i hear they’re always blasting TO MY YOUTH by BOLBBAGAN4 ? oh well, they’re a member of the HELLCATS so i guess i shouldn’t complain.

tbh no one had ever expected that fate would take such strange twists and her life would turn out to be like this

growing up as the youngest of two sisters, she actually had a pretty normal childhood. nothing traumatic or any of these things.

and no, she also wasn’t that one neglected child who was overshadowed by her older sibling. quite the contrary was actually the case, and it was her who received all the attention.

yejin, was the golden child in the family. and even at school she was liked by many.

since she was young she had an interest in martial arts and pestered her parents to let her at least try it and so they allowed her to attempt jiu jitsu. however, this little “attempt” soon turned into more and yejin found herself training everyday for several hours.

although her parents at first wanted her to do something different, something that would fit her “soft personality” they couldn’t say no to their favourite child and even accompanied her to all kinds of different competitions.

her name became known among people in this field and her future seemed bright. but with her growing popularity there were also people who were jealous of her. and while they could not outgrow her by their own skills there were other things they could do to get rid of her. and this was probably the moment where her life started to get messy.

they didn’t go for the old-fashioned “injuring her to that point she wouldn’t be able to fight anymore” method. instead, something more sinister was growing in their minds. yejin had crushed their pride when she won against them and they wanted revenge. and with only leaving her injured, she’d still be remembered as someone to look up. they wanted to ruin her, ruin her to that point that no one would even look at her anymore.

(because i’m too tired to write that all out i’m getting straight to the point ) they tried to pin a murder on her and they were successful.

suddenly, everyone who once adored her, hated her. and the adoration in their eyes turned to disgust. the people truly believed she was guilty and the people who did this to her were smart enough to make all the evidence point at her.

of course, yejin insisted on being innocent because she was. but after some time even her friends turned her back on her.

so with no one really helping her out, she was just handed in like that. and the judge declared her for guilty and she was send to prison.

there she remained for two years and when got out at the age of 21, when her case was reinvestigated and she was proven to be innocent.

still, a little naive as she was she could just continue with her life as it was, but oh boy she was wrong.

not only, did everyone else still saw her as a murderer, making it impossible to her to ever return to her old life and continue her career as an athlete, but also her parents turned her back on her.

the image of the golden child was long gone and they were embarrassed of her. they didn’t want their neighbours to talk about them and treated yejin as if she was never a part of their family to begin with. they didn’t care abouther anymore. she wasn’t perfect to them anymore. just a damaged good, too bothersome to repair.

her sister, which whom she didn’t have the best relationship to begin with, was happy about the attention their parents finally gave and yejin couldn’t blame her.

so here she was. with nowhere to go and keeping herself with part time jobs and some savings alive.

she was alone. and she hated it. she was always bad at handling loneliness and this time she really was lonely.

it wasn’t until a member ( WANTED CONNECTION ?? ) of the hellcats approached her. and as desperate she was she did join them. and despite of everything she started to see them as their family. a family that wouldn’t neglect her like her own just because people would spread lies about her.

while, she doesn’t agree with everything ( well, actually like 90 %) the hellcats do, yejin is still holding onto them. they’re the only thing she has and she turns a blind eye to the things they do. after all, they saved her so to her and if they were bad people they wouldn’t have done that. or at least that’s what she thinks.

personality and headcanons

truth to be told, yejin isn’t cut out to be a member of a gang. she’s too soft around the edges and perhaps the only thing that makes her suitable are her fighting skills and nothing more.

she knows that some people actually have already figured that out. and behind the rather distant and cool facade she likes to hide behind, is actually just a lost person desperately clinging to something like a family.

yes, yejin is that type of person who will cry at movies when she is watching them alone but as soon as someone is with her, she’ll pretend she’s tougher than she is , which causes her to sometimes find herself in difficult situations just because she wanted to prove someone wrong ( although they were right)

being more on the soft side, yejin always tries to understand where others are coming from, no matter what they’ve done. being accused of something she didn’t do, yejin learned to give always others the benefit of the doubt. something that might essentially be good if there weren’t others who’d make use of that trait.

while yejin isn’t the perfect match or someone one would describe as suitable for that life, she’s loyal to the bone. no, she won’t instantly beat you up when you utter something bad about the hellcats, because jiu jitsu isn’t meant to attack ( at least that is what her teacher liked to remind her of ), but being short-tempered as she is, a little provocation will make her ignore these words.

perhaps, it’s just her curious nature or perhaps she’s just straight up annoying, but yejin likes to meddle with other people businesses. she’s the that friend who always wants to know what’s going on, even if you aren’t that close and it happens often that she’d just take matters in her own hands because she “just wanted to help out”.

she doesn’t participate in races because tbh she doesn’t care much about them, and also she has a bike (which she has stolen from her father btw, after she found out that her family abandoned her ) so she can’t do it anyway.

she’s part of the security

wanted connections

a best friend: someone who always stood by her side, even after everything that happened to her. or perhaps someone she met later in the gang and both immediately hit off.

used to be best friends but grew apart because something bad happened between them ???

childhood friends that either still are close or have grown apart and coincidentally meet again

the person who introduced her to the hellcats: basically someone she’ll always be thankful to. they don’t necessarily have to be friends, but whatever the other person might feel about her yejin will still adore them and do everything for them because she thinks the owes something to them. ( jiwan )

“siblings” they treat each other like family and have a sibling like relationship. where they see yejin as the older/younger sister ( doyeon )

someone who was related to the victim of the said murderer: they might still believe it was yejin and might revenge that person’s death. or they might believe yejin and it’s awkward between them, or one of them tries to make up to the other.

someone who is always causing trouble and because yejin is part of the security she always has to deal with them. perhaps they might just do it beause they want to annoy her or bored or whatever shndssdn

messy exes pls?? perhaps they were a couple before the whole prison fiasco (why does this sound so funny to me?? ) and they broke up with her because of that. or yejin broke up with them bcs she felt bad for them and didn’t want her reputation to to also harm theirs. (minsu)

exes that still have feelings for each other but DRAMA and angSt???

AnYTHinG AnGstY ANYTHING!!!

#tempointro #tw murder #this is messy bhfsdknsdn #and i'm tired so i will head to bed after i posted this hjdsnsdj #also enjoy this cute jennie gif i'm soft dsndsd #and yeah only i'm so dumb to misspell my own friggin name fhsdnsfdbshknd #i gave her a bike bcs i have like no clue about cars and i even know less about bikes but i love them and they're cute and fun lmao

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gothic-chicanery · 6 years ago

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The Diary of Dr. Elena Rosewood

Horror one off story. I’m putting it under a cut

TW for blood, death, and disease

12/14/37

Sent to quarantine, and am currently kicking myself. I tested positive for the disease and the police didn’t listen to my explanations. Now I am without my lab and test instruments, and the data gathered will be strictly qualitative. Damnit.

Of course, this may be a blessing in disguise, as the effects of the vaccine will be able to be seen firsthand, and I’ll have to worry less about my own credibility. Though as a medical doctor who has spent years studying this disease, credibility was never too much of a worry.

I just hope someone takes care of my cats.

No symptoms so far, though that is expected. The incubation period is usually about a week, but this may be altered by the fact that this is a weaker strain that will be easy for my body to fight off. Maybe I will not have any symptoms at all. One can only hope I suppose.

12/16/37

A man leaned into me while I took my daily exercise yesterday, so close that his nose almost touched mine. Dark red sclera showed he was in the later stages of the disease. “We all have it in here,” he growled. “We are all infected.” His breath smelled awful, a mix of metallic and rot, as if someone had shot a deer in a penny factory.

“Yes,” I said slowly. “That is essentially the point of a quarantine.”

I’ve decided to keep mostly to myself from now on.

This story has very little to do with the scientific side of my work, but it is an anecdote that I think would provide quite the cinematic moment when there is a biopic made about me. I mean, the person who discovered a vaccine against the blood plague (though I always hated the sensational nature of that name) will surely get some sort of film recognition.

When I get out, of course, I’ll remove this section. But I believe it is best to be honest to yourself. The rest of the world can get the cool, collected scientist.

Asymptomatic probably still. I thought my sclera looked a little redder, but that may be more easily attributed to confirmation bias or the quality of the mirrors here. It’s a wonder I can see my reflection at all through the graffiti. Wishing I was home. Accurate testing equipment wherefore art thou? My ex, I’m sure, would correct me. Wherefore apparently means why even though it has a where in it. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why you never should date English majors. And they say scientists have sticks up their ass.

12/20/37

Definite redness now. I guess it was too much of a long shot that I wouldn’t end up with anything happening. I can’t decide which looks better, a miraculous recovery, or to never get sick at all. I think this. Looks like I’ve suffered more.

Though of course, this isn’t about me. It’s about all the people that I will be keeping safe from the disease.

12/25/37

Well. Merry Christmas to me. I’m Rudolph the Red-Eyed Fucking Reindeer. Disease taking hold. I think it’ll get worse before it gets better, damn it. It’ll definitely get better though. I’m confident in my own intelligence, if nothing else. I had hoped to be out of here before Christmas, but I guess that’s too much to ask for.

I’ve started tasting blood. Every meal seems tainted metallic, though that might actually improve the shit they have us eating. It’s all frozen and half rotten, bottom of the barrel kind of stuff. I guess that makes sense, why waste the good food on those of us that are going to die anyway? I mean, I won’t. But for the rest of them, why bother. There is no cure for the blood plague. Even I’ve only managed to come up with a vaccine.

1/3/38

I lost my journal. No, more accurately, it was stolen by the motherfucker from before. More accurately, he stole it, bled on the pages, and then threw it outside the fence. I have no clue why. He’s bad, blood streaming from his eyes and lips. I could barely make out what he was trying to say, every time he tried to speak, blood dribbled out. Not that I cared what he had to say. I’d imagine he only had days left.

My own condition isn’t getting better, though it hasn’t gotten noticeably worse. Small amounts of blood in my mouth, my spit has been slightly tinged pink for the last few days. I calculated the turnaround though. It should be any day now. Any day…

I debated whether or not to write down how I’m writing this, as my journal is no longer here, and decided why not. It’s blood on my wall. I know what you’re thinking, that i’ve likely gone insane, that the blood plague is taking hold. It’s not, I can promise you that. When you look at it, it’s perfect logical.

My top priority is information. I have to record these events so that the process of my vaccine can be documented and studied. As a scientist, I know the most essential thing is data. I need to be able to provide that. I’ve just been forced to use alternative methods.

He would’ve died anyway. There is no cure for the blood plague, and he barely had days left. Something that saves lives is more important than the death of one man, I know it seems macabre but he would’ve died in days. Is it really even a murder when you’re both on death row?

He is.

Was.

I’m not. I’m going to live.

It wasn’t hard, really, to kill him. He wasn’t strong, and it was quite easy to split his head open. The blood just mingled with what was already on the floor and walls, have I mentioned this place has gotten disgusting with all the blood. Dragged him to my room, dipped my finger in, and began writing.

I don’t want this to sound horrific. It’s not. I distanced myself from things, made the matter merely academic. When dissecting something, you don’t contemplate the pathos, you just analyze. That is merely what I’m doing. He would’ve died soon anyway.

1/11/38

The body stinks to high heaven and I can barely get enough blood to write with without a few maggots or flies crawling over my fingers. I need to remain objective but they are truly disgusting.

Blessing in disguise, perhaps, my own eyes have begun dripping. My mouth too, though that’s diluted. I can keep writing. I will document this. I will wait for my body to fight off the vaccine, for immunity to kick in. I will be the one to figure it out I will be known I will be a savior

Just a little longer

#horror #writeblr #my writing

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the-cybercoven · 2 years ago

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🖤

1) i stole it (astolfo, stolen from a well known femboy)

2) 20 lol

3) yall dont need to know if you dont already ♡

4)kinda human, kinda not, im a modified human, a cyborg

6) purple

7) just english

8) art? idrk im not particularly good at much besides looking badass lmao

10) yeahh i have a couple, idk which song is the most me tbh lol theres a few

11) nope, but luci is basically my shadow lmao

12) both are nasty

15) i cant just do crazy shit or endup in jail cause i have a bunch of others to worry about

16) online yep, irl no cause i dont need the extra hate

17) i dress like me and have our hair died like mine most of the time, so im like myself but non cyborg and with glasses lmao

18) if i could id 100% get the same mods i have myself, but sadly medical science hasnt progressed far enough lol

19) we dont do much for a singletsona, but i dont talk about being aro and we tend to say we are ace irl to avoid questions

20) thats dificult, prolly either an ATEEZ song (like wonderland) or one of the ones that are verry "me" from my playlist (basically anything ive mentioned on there before is a candidate for that spot

21) i like looking scary so people will be more scared of me than i am of them lol

a question for others: does being a system/being in the system body effect anything with your identity? (it does for me)

Ask meme, now that it's been a while

Designed for individual members to answer. For all kinds of systems, gatekeeping will not be tolerated.

General:

1) How did you get your name? Feel free to elaborate on pre-sys memories if applicable

2) Age? (Feel free to be nonspecific)

3) Height?

4) Are you nonhuman?

6) Favorite colour?

7) What languages can you speak? Does the body know them?

8) What's something you consider yourself good at?

9) Any foods you'd like to try?

10) Do you have a playlist for yourself? What's the most 'you' song on it? How long is the playlist?

11) Are you a subsystem?

12) Coke or pepsi?

13) For Fictives: Would you recommend others watch/read/ect your source? no need to say what it is.

14) Do you have an inner world? Anything neat go on there?

15) How does being a system affect you in everyday life?

16) Are you open about it?

17) Anything you carry with you to help feel more like yourself?

18) If you could change the body at all, would you? Howso?

19) Does your gender or sexuality differ from your "singletsona" at all?

20) Favorite song in general?

21) Tell a random fact about yourself

21) Ask whatever! Do include a question with this one, this list is mostly just to get ideas flowing and people talking.

This is absolutely non exhaustive, just some ideas. I keep the right to pass on any question. Feel free to suggest your own questions.

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damazcuz · 2 years ago

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what do you think of reblogging versus just liking a post, does it matter? personally i find it annoying how much people talk about it. i don't think it's that much of a problem and ive been here a few years now

On the one hand as someone who writes and draws and then posts that stuff I do fully get it, it sucks to post something you worked on and get 1 reblog and 4 likes on it. especially when its like "oh the last silly thing i posted got 60 reblogs and 100 likes what happened?" is it time of day, did my quality of work go down, was it not funny enough, was it too personal, did i draw it poorly, etc etc. going back thru my last handful of art posts, it's like how do I figure out what gets people to see this let alone reblog it to show other people? and no matter how much you Know that notes and numbers don't add up to any greater meaning about the worth of what you do, it's also like "huh! i spent a lot of time and put heart into this and it got 0 notes… and then this doodle got 600+" it's like #THINK. as an aside, I KNOW for me it's partially because some of my fandoms are big right now and have a ton of people, (DE) and/or are universally well known and carry nostalgia weight to boot (portal) and others are very small and maybe the 12 people who reblogged that piece ARE the fandom (metro) so part of it FOR ME is metering my expectations for "the numbers" based on "how many people who DO see this will even know what it is?"

anyway so on one hand. i do understand it, and i do agree that reblogging is the lifeblood of this site and without it we're all just going to sit in silence and like posts from "funnytwittertweets" (which as another aside, i have blocked, and yet i constantly see their posts recommended to me, i can click to their blog and view it without issue, and even reblog their posts so what IS the truth on that tumblr? can we start a conspiracy theory about content farm bloggers?) yeah i DO think it's better to reblog things than to sit silently and stoically tapping the like button, and it is Frustrating to figure out sometimes Why some things can take off and get reblogged and others can't. for me.

ON THE OTHER HANDS! i also like things all the time that I may or may NOT reblog later, I use my likes as a reference for things. videos and audio posts i can't listen to or watch right now because I'm at work or otherwise in public and don't want to play sound. art that i want a closer look at first, things i want to reference or fact check first, or even just "huh im scrolling without glasses and cant really see it but i'll check this out tomorrow morning." OR most often, i'm on OP's blog and it's such a pain to reblog From their url.tumblr.com/post/12343245234523 page repeatedly, i'm just liking the posts so that i can go straight into likes later and reblog them easily from there. i have followers that do something similar (they'll like my post and then 2 weeks later it's on their blog because they queued it, I also used to use a queue and would queue things strictly from like likes because It's Easier on desktop.)

numbers also mean nothing and notes aren't real, and as a personal thing, i find "likes < reblogs and follows!" "do not like unless you also reblog!" banners and stuff to be like. annoyingly passive aggressive and i won't interact with art and stuff if that's on there -_- like cousin if i want to reblog it i'll do it, and it makes me feel like, obnoxiously guilty if i want to reblog but can't in that moment (due to can't see it/ need more time to look it over / prefer to reblog from my likes page) so i simply choose to Not engage. it's the mental illness sire.

um overall i think reblogging is better and it's important. i don't want tumblr to turn into 99 corporate accounts that post stolen content and we all hold up a thumbs up in silence. that would suck and can we talk about why tumblr still shows me stolentwittertweets posts on my "for you" page? can we talk about that now?

#long post

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taekwondorkjosh · 6 years ago

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Transformers Cyberverse

Hey guys im watching the new transformers cartoon and there’s a LOT of negativity im about to spit out. I’m six episodes in and am feeling a level of frustration and dislike I haven’t felt about a show in a very long time. I do NOT like this show. It is bad. I’m not going to go into detail here, its all under the cut.

Okay so lets start with the art style. This is probably the most subjective of my issues with this fucking show, I do not particularly enjoy this ‘super brightly colored 3D’ animation. Its just lame. It looks ugly. It looks cheap. The designs are mediocre and just a hodgepodge of previous iterations. They do nothing interesting, nothing fun, nothing creative. There’s a lot of ‘copy/paste’ going on among the unnamed characters. I’m watching a scene and like two identical red bots show up back to back that are supposed to be different bots but... they looked IDENTICAL. That’s just lazy. If there’s one thing that NONE of the shows, aside from G1, managed to do, it was make everyone and everything unique in some way. They’re CLEARLY pulling from the comics, and like.... no ones supposed to look/sound/be the same, except for when its plot relevant. Like that one bot that modeled themselves to look like optimus prime, and the one that sounds EXACTLY like Megatron, or the seekers that were all retrofitted to look like one another. What the fuck is up with this homogeneous garbage? And THEN there’s a scene where MEgatron is preaching to a crowd and there’s like, twenty bots in there. There’s all this empty space. The backgrounds are less bright and interesting to look at than the characters, so when there’s all this empty space and all you can look at is the backgrounds and the backgrounds suck? God.

Next is the voice acting and the writing. Its bad. You can tell that A) none of the voice actors are in the same room bouncing off of one another, that’s for sure. That’s fine sometimes though. It works. It doesn’t work here. The dialogue is stilted and boring. The writing is uninspired. In the first episode Windblade and Bumblebee, both characters we don’t know, have some of their first dialogue together. Windblade asks “Bee what are you doing here” and Bee does some voice-box shenanigans (he can’t speak AGAIN, but whatever) and says “What are YOU doing here,” and Windblade’s response, verbatim is “The same thing you are: looking for the allspark.” What fucking garbage is that? That’s objectively bad writing. There are scenes where the actors deliver their lines like they’re reading from the script right in front of them, did it in one take, and then didn’t bother trying anything else.

And then we’ve got optimus and megatron, who sound like people are doing impressions of Peter Cullen and Frank Welker doing their voices, but are not good at impressions OR acting. And you know who they got to play two of the most iconic transformers characters in existence? Nobodies. Optimus’ voice actor has done NOTHING else, and megatron’s va is most known for playing pokemon characters and a bunch of miscellaneous yugioh/anime dub characters, and we ALL know how good those usually are. To be fair he also did Casey Jones from the TMNT show before TMNT 2012, and i never watched that so idk how good he is here, but his megatron is lame. Bumblebee, main character, has done nothing before this. Windblade, main character, has done nothing before this. I don’t have ANY problems with new talent getting out there, but these are rookies and it SHOWS.

Then there’s the actual plots. Well, guess what, the plots suck. Bumblebee and Windblade are wandering around on Earth cuz the allspark is here (wow that’s original) and BUmblee can’t speak (wow that’s original) and Bumblebee has amnesia (wow THAT”S ORIGINAL). So the last few episodes have been WIndblade using her Cityspeaker powers to link with Bumblebee’s mind and try and get him to remember where the Ark (lost Autobot spaceship with everyone on board in stasis, wow that’s original) is, so they can find Optimus Prime (wow that’s original), while avoiding the Seekers that apparently own Earth or whatever. And then, in episode 8, they give us a serious triple whammy of stupid. First, they let Bumblebee connect to his own memories so that he can work on them. HOW CAN HE DO THAT??? The whole point was that Windblade has special powers. Guess that doesn’t matter. Second, they introduce Blurr, give us three or four minutes of screentime, and then kill him off, like we’re supposed to care. All he’s done is be an asshole this hole time. Third, they introduce a rust virus consuming planets and apparently it consumes Velocitron. Why is this not a big deal? Why doesn’t everyone know about this? How does it work? Does it matter? You can’t just introduce a virus that can destroy worlds in hours and kills people almost instantly, with no repercussions. This better matter in the future. Its just bad and dumb.

How can your seventh episode be a filler episode? We learn nothing about the characters, we just learn that A) Starscream’s always been an asshole and a thug, and B) some sport called Cube that’s poorly explained. What’s the point? We learn how Bee and Windblade become friends, I guess? And there’s this godawful line where Bee says “Man, Starscream’s a jerk. Those dang jets.” And then looks at WIndblade, who is a jet, and says “Wow, uh... you are a jet. Oops.” Like, pointing out that what he said was gross is cool and all, but couldn’t that have just been a glance, a quirked eyebrow from Windblade, and a wince from bumblebee. That would have been more amusing.

Don’t get me started on the Megatron origin episode. We go from learning he was a hero because he was a gladiator, to thinking he’s a warmonger, to thinking he’s a monster in the span of about five minutes of screen time. You can’t just go “Megatron was a hero” without showing that somehow, then saying “No actually he was a brute” immediately after WITHOUT SHOWING ANYTHING? There’s this super brutal thing that happens off screen where Megatron tears out Bumblebee’s voice box so he can’t tell anyone his plans, and that’s supposed to matter somehow, like its not enough that he started a war for power and wants to create a planet of decepticons, he also hurt our friend bumblebee!!! But wait, we don’t care, because his damaged voice box doesn’t stop him from communicating, and the information can be relayed immediately by WIndblade’s special powers. So nothing matters here!

That’s my biggest take away. Nothing matters. This show isn’t going to try and be pretty and cool with its visuals. Its not going to try and put in great performances by a crew of new voice talent. Its not going to try and tell a more nuanced version of the Transformers Lore that we’ve never seen outside of the comics. It doesn’t even matter that its on Earth because the first eight episodes have just been windblade and bee flying around in a stolen space ship.

It doesn’t matter. Its empty and boring and i hate that it pisses me off this much, but as a fan of the story, as someone who wants to see new stories, it bothers me when stuff just gets rehashed, retold, and ‘reinvented’ into new forms of mediocre.

#transformers #personal #idk if I want to tag this in the transformer special tag thing #this is just me griping #god this show sucks #im sorry guys #I was excited about the initial look but after watching the episodes?#ugh

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saints-row-2 · 7 years ago

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the following is a creative writing ‘essay’ i wrote as part of a class on psychogeography, about Stilwater. i think i linked to this briefly before but i got asked to post it so im posting it now.

But this Vision Remains Fragmentary

I came to Stilwater five years ago, mostly because I had nothing better to do and nowhere better to be. There were other options; San Andreas, or New Austin, or Los Santos, but I chose to come to Stilwater. On the edge of a lake, in the middle of Michigan, Stilwater is a tiny city that might have been nice forty, fifty years ago. The city has a huge factory district, so I guess it made its money off producing something at some point, but now they’re all closed. It’s a mystery how Stilwater makes any money at all. Most of the city just doesn’t.

Stilwater has always been rife with crime, had a crime family decades old stuck in a war with their younger rivals, tearing the city apart for only yet another gang to slip in through the cracks and monopolise the bits of the city not yet claimed. The three gangs divided Stilwater up into factions and fought hellishly on the boundary lines. Anyone could get caught in the crossfire, and anyone did – the number one cause of death in Stilwater was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It didn’t really matter where you were; the projects in Sunnyvale Gardens amongst the run-down apartment blocks, or the wealthy suburban houses in Tidal Spring, it was all open for invasion.

I came to Stilwater, but most importantly, I came to Saint’s Row. Saint’s Row is a small neighbourhood on the corner of Stilwater, surrounded on two sides by open water. Historically, it has been one of the poorest neighbourhoods in the city, wedged between the Red Light district and the factories and truck yards in Charles Town and Pilsen. It is the wrong place. Long past its prime, half full of empty buildings and half full of homes rotting with people still inside them, Saint’s Row was a desolate place to live. By far the most violent neighbourhood in Stilwater, abandoned to be a failure inside a city that was already suffering. Somehow Saint’s Row never fell under the banner of one gang or another; people fought there, but no one ever claimed it for themselves, the title of ownership rolling around between factions until someone finally decided they’d had enough. It was a shithole, but as my friend Johnny said, it was a shithole with potential.

We were not the only ones who saw the potential inside Saint’s Row. Over five years they rebuilt the neighbourhood from the ground up, stripping out the decaying housing projects, remaking the landscape to form something useful to the people funding the rebuilding, something that the whole city could be proud of. Now it is a thriving centre of business and commerce, every skyscraper a shining beacon of success. The people who used to live in Saint’s Row are gone now, driven out by rising costs and the swift demolition of their homes. But that’s a small price to pay to have a place to put Stilwater’s brand new digital convention centre.

I never saw the rebuilding of Saint’s Row. I spent the transition confined to a hospital bed; left my home the way I had known it and returned to find the place wiped clean, as though the riverbanks had burst and drowned the old neighbourhood. Long ago, when an earthquake struck the Red Light district and caved in a part of the city, they built over it, the old buildings entombed deep below the ground like ancestors’ graves. But the old Saint’s Row is not buried, it is gone, scoured from the face of the Earth.

It wasn’t a safe place to live, a friendly place. I’ve said that well enough; it was dangerous, and it was decaying. Now it’s purified, scrubbed clean and perfect, a glass-coated vision of luxury without a soul and with no homes. I don’t know if having nowhere to live is an improvement over having somewhere unsafe to live. The apartment buildings here are a little out of the price range of the usual tenant of the old Saint’s Row.

I can barely find the street my building used to sit on, let alone revisit my old home. The block where my apartment sat was demolished, and they built a skyscraper on it. It’s a definitely a change from the squat three-floor building I used to rent a ground-floor apartment in.

It was a single room; bedroom, kitchen and living room in one. Hot and cold running gunfire at all hours of the day. It wasn’t anyone’s dream home, especially mine. It was a filthy mess in a block full of graffiti-coated shacks, and was barely able to keep warm in winter and keep out the sound of the street. It did have a garage though, which was a distinct advantage in a city where parking a car on the street is essentially asking for it to get stolen. And it had a beach view, if you stood on the roof, although the last thing you’d really want to do with Saint’s Row’s own Mission Beach was look at it.

The skyscraper that stands there now is like every other new skyscraper in Saint’s Row, a fifty-story art-deco rectangle cluster, with a thousand shining blue windows that are excellent for catching the sun and shining it in your eyes. No matter where you try to hide in Saint’s Row, if the sun is out, there is going to be a skyscraper shining the light right back in your eyes, like a spotlight that detects poor people. There is a huge divide between the old and the new in Stilwater; places like Downtown are an inharmonious mixture of old traditional and the new flash, which is why they have tried to eradicate everything in Saint’s Row that risks breaking outside of their strict template.

The only thing that remains from the old Saint’s Row is the church, and that’s still the greatest loss of them all. The church at the heart of Saint’s Row is white, like bleached bones picked clean by scavengers. The inside is gilded with gold and lined with oak floors, but it looks and feels like a rich man’s tomb. You can spend a million dollars to make a grave beautiful, but it still holds nothing but the dead. They call it the Saint’s Row Memorial Church now – it was just the Church before, it didn’t need a name to hold reverence – and claim it is a testament to the city’s tumultuous past.

When it was the place me and my friends haunted like violent ghosts, it was collapsing in on itself. The grey stone that the church was built out of was plastered in so many layers of graffiti that though it could have been white underneath, but you would never be able to tell. The pillars inside that held the second story were crumbling, the stairs to the upper floor torn out a long time ago. Most of the pews were gone too, only a few left, the wood black with rot. The graffiti that coated the walls was like a mural to the history of the neighbourhood, every gang and gangster that rolled through in the last forty years had made their mark on it. It was alive, with the people inside and with our love for the place. People died to protect that church. I fought tooth and nail to keep it ours. It was a crumbling ruin, but we were proud of it.

The memorialisation feels like mockery. What are they trying to memorialise? What has been lost is not theirs to mourn. The church was ours and they took it from us, and they have the gall to say that they lost something in the years that we were the ones occupying it. It was our right! To take what we had and defend our neighbourhood, that was our right. No one else was trying to look after the place, the police and the city officials had long since given up on the Row.

The Church sits now in the shadow of the Phillips Building, a goliath of a black and orange skyscraper that dominates the Stilwater skyline. The Phillips Building is the Ultor headquarters, and they want to make sure you can always see them. They funded the rebuilding of the Row, and they want to make everyone know it. The road leading up to the Church is four lanes wide and lined on either side with flags showing off the Stilwater city crest alongside the Ultor company logo, as if the two are halves of the same coin. Ultor billboards are all over the neighbourhood, branding their mark into every inch of the place so you can never dare to forget it. A BRIGHTER FUTURE AND A BETTER LIFE, their slogan claims. The future they’ve built is definitely brighter – it’s so dazzlingly bright that I’m blinded. Or maybe that’s just from the rage.

The Church was sacrosanct not because it was holy; it was an ordinary building, we the children played in it, we can hardly claim the refurbishment was an act of iconoclasm. It was precious because of what it meant to us. I wonder sometimes what happened to the bodies in the graveyard. Were they moved, to the bigger graveyard in the north of the city, next to the rich people’s suburban mansions? Or were they just paved over, buried under layers of concrete and tarmac, like the underground buildings in the Red Light district? It feels more egregious than the other crimes, even if we had little respect for the graveyard ourselves. People used to have fights out there, in ritualistic bonding activities, and half the gravestones were broken from our own bullets.

I say ‘people’ like I wasn’t one of them, and Johnny didn’t once nearly kick my teeth in out there amongst the tombstones. That kind of thing just felt natural in Saint’s Row. It probably doesn’t make sense to outsiders. It doesn’t make sense now they overthrew the neighbourhood and made it into something hollow, and empty. I couldn’t imagine behaving that way in the courtyard of the Memorial Church, our behaviour turned into something unwanted and vile, a blight on their glass paradise.

The change in Stilwater was less natural progression and more a like a sudden neon-clad viral infestation, eating through the bones of the city and making it flourish into hideous impractical new growths. You can stand on the river opposite Saint’s Row, on the pier in Downtown, and it very nearly looks pretty at night. When it’s too dark to make out the buildings themselves, all you can see is the sweeping orange spotlights around the leviathan Phillips Building, the way the millions of glass windows reflect in the river, and it looks nice. Certainly, better than it’s ever looked in the past. In the light of day, the old city looks grimy and unpleasant, the ugly practicality of the old architecture awful in contrast to Ultor’s garish new renovations. I’d say you can understand why someone would want to remodel the rest of Stilwater, but I’d be caught dead before I was seen sympathising with Ultor.

Saint’s Row is pretty from the outside, from the faraway side of the river, but it’s worthless within. There’s nothing worth reclaiming, and even if we called it ours, it never would be again. Beauty, when it does not hold the promise of happiness, has no right to exist, but we can’t tear down the billboards, the skyscrapers, the Phillips Building and find what we used to own beneath the shell. The Saint’s Row we called home is gone. Five years ago, we started in the Row and grew outwards. It was a struggle, but it was a war we were willing to wage. Now we are forever outside Saint’s Row looking in. It is a white void of land that is untouched and untouchable by the likes of us.

#rants writes row #saints row

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spinyax · 4 years ago

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Hey there!!! I saw the post asking about dnd character questions if we have them and hey!! I would love to hear an absolute infodump about your dnd characters because I love hearing about characterssss

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED (under a read more bc its uh. very long)

SO starting off we have Orchid, my true neutral tiefling Ranger/Druid!

(art by @.spectralfelinae / @.spectralscribbles go check him out!)

- he has a pet swarm of butterflies and can turn into them since he's a circle of the swarm druid (the butterflies look identical to anyone else but he can identify each and every one of them)

- he doesn't speak! he's not mute, but in his culture they just don't talk. i haven't come up with a specific reason yet so if he comes into a campaign ill just let the dm figure that out lmao. he communicates with magic sign-language and if a spell requires verbal components he just whistles and makes bird calls instead

- he's lived in the forest for his whole life so any modern technology is VERY confusing to him and he's probably stabbed a train before

- one day im gonna hide him in a flower patch to ambush a target and its gonna look sick as hell

- personality wise he's very calm and serene, but also super brutal and unfeeling. kinda like Shinobu from Demon Slayer. (though the butterfly motif is unintentional aksjdhask)

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NEXT we have Taliesin, my neutral good Dragonborn Grave Cleric!

- He has a Russian/eastern european accent

- Taliesin (or tallie) used to be a battle medic in the military before the war ended and left him real fucked up.

- He eventually found sanctuary in a temple devoted to the Eternal Shepherd and became an acolyte, eventually becoming head of the temple

- That's also where he found his son, Galahad! He was left at the temple a la baby left on the steps of a church but instead of a baby its an egg and instead of a church its a death temple. Talie was the only one who remotely knew how to take care of an egg so he was put in charge of it.

- Admittedly, Talie had no fuckin clue how to take care of a kid, and a lot of his parenting techniques were probably fucked up in retrospect (teaching galahad to read via obituaries, teaching him math with bones, playing hide and seek in a cemetery, etc) but he genuinely loves his son and everytime i think about them i cry

- Galahad is grown up now and probably doing something in the world that makes talie proud

- It's not super well shown but talie wears skirts/dresses bc pants are a Hassle for dragonborn so he said fuck it

- He also has a pet bearded vulture named Carry it's short for Carrion) she helps him find stray corpses for him to bless and properly bury

- Personality: Taliesin is basically a healing/support main that's too old for this shit and is 👌 this fuckin close to snapping

- - -

Xyraga Takimros! My first ever dnd character and the one i've changed the most over the years. She's a chaotic neutral half-elf rogue

[aight so i don't have recent art of her so uuuhhhhhh imagine there's a picture here]

- she's a dark skinned half-elf with long dark curly hair in a ponytail with a little bit covering her face. she has 3 scars on her face (one going over the bridge of her nose, one over her left eye bisecting the first scar, and another one on the corner of her chin) and yellow eyes.

- She used to be a member of the Courtyard of Miracles, a thieves/smuggler's den that focused on going out and stealing from rich cities to redistribute to their poor community

- she joined the court because her unofficial dad/caretaker was a founding member and she kinda got in because of that

- i have a whole bunch written on the court and how it was run but all you need to know is that xyra was the one who got stolen goods from point A to point B

- Xyra was a prominent member, known for being the fastest runner and the one who's been caught the least

- That's also where she met Bharu her orc husband. he was a bodyguard for her sometimes when they were transporting goods and eventually fell in love

- one day the courtyard is raided and xyra loses bharu in the chaos, so she's on a quest to find her dumbass husband and get the fuck out of dodge

- she also has a tattoo of a roadrunner bc that was her nickname when she still worked for the court (design isnt finalized but thats the Vibes im going for)

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Up next is Oni! Oni's a neutral evil tiefling/half-orc/half-demon/????? barbarian/warlock

(i know the sketch is super rough but it gets the idea across)

- Oni is a half-demon/half-orc who's essentially the antichrist. i'll be honest i'm probably not gonna stat her out like a proper PC but i might make her a BBEG if i ever DM (which is super unlikely but the chance isnt 0%)

- Her patron is her dad and they both loath that fact

- Her entire goal in life is to kill enough gods to gain enough power to kill her dad, since he has her lifeforce in the palm of his hand and can decide on a whim if she dies or not and she's not about that shit

- she looked and grew up like a normal orc until she hit puberty, and then all the demon features came in

- She's like, super tall. even for an orc at about 8 1/2-9ish feet

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THEN we have Halfey! She's my chaotic good high elf monk/bard

[i uh,,,, dont have an actual picture for her but i have a goofy lil sktch that'll just Have to Do]

- she's a dark skinned sun elf with a half-shaved head and bright red/pink curly hair

- she says she's 100 but she's actually only 75 years old (like 16 in Elf years)

- originally she and xyra were going to be twins separated at birth but i decided against it bc that was Too Much

- her parents are both high-ranking nobles and he was supposed to grow to be a proper noblewoman and be a bargain chip to marry some rich duke for the sake of alliances or whatever

- she instead grew up loud and rambunctious as hell and was the exact opposite her parents wanted her to be

- eventually they get fed up with her and sent her to live in a monastery in hopes the strict lifestyle would tame her in some way

- that didn't work lmao and she spent the next few decades miserable before the circus came into town and she snuck out to see it

- she fell in love with the general chaos of the circus and ran away with them, getting a job as a trapeze artist /tightrope walker and occasional dancer

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FINALLY We have Connie! She's a lawful evil fallen aasimar paladin

[uhhhhh no image here, but one day i will]

- she's a pale-skinned aasimar with short wavy blonde hair done in that marilyn monroe hairstyle and has pure white and slightly glowy eyes. she also has a barely-there halo around her head. she's also got a southern belle accent

- her full name is Condemnation Odette Nancy Delilah Elizabeth Maybelle Newman the Third, but her friends call her Connie

- her deity is the first horseman of the apocalypse, Conquest (or Pestilence depending on who you ask) and she does everything in her power to bring on the end times

- tbh she's more of a joke character that i haven't fully thought out yet but she's fun

#holy shit this took al day akdjsla #but yeah these are all the characters i (currently) care about!#dnd #stored in the dungeon

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