#it’s kinda scary when you go into it scared and then come out bleeding

[l1v1n-f0r-th3-m1nut3]

Ok bro you don’t understand i’m hella paranoid about that shit

Bro lmfao @l1v1n-f0r-th3-m1nut3 how does your thought process work?

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

early chaggie days being a bit unsettling, but still pretty sweet

Vaggie: “Hey Charlie? I’m back.”

Charlie: “VAGGIE OHMYGOSH THERE YOU ARE!!!! I was worried sick! What were you doing wandering hell alone?? You’re still hurt! And new here!!”

Vaggie: “I’m fine, it’s not like I’m bleeding-”    

Charlie: “I was WORRIED! It’s been hours- your note just said ‘gone out’ it didn’t say if you’d be back!”

Vaggie: “Why would anyone leave you a note like that if they weren’t coming back?”

Charlie: “I DON’T KNOW THE NOTE DIDN’T SAY THAT EITHER!!!!”

Vaggie: “Right, sorry. I’ll make sure the next one does. I’m sorry.”

Charlie: “That’s! Not-!”

Vaggie: “I’m sorry Charlie.”

Charlie: “No no you don’t have to be sorry- going out whenever you want is fine! Dangerous, when you’ve just lost and EYE and a LOT OF BLOOD and your back is still FUCKED UP and you have a pretty face covered in bandages that I couldn’t change this morning because you left- which is fine, that’s fine it’s FINE-”

Vaggie: “You really don’t have to keep-”

Charlie: “-it’s just we NEED to get you a phone! No more ‘don’t wanna be trouble’ bullshit- this is serious! What if you’d needed help? How fuck was I supposed to even find you!?”

Vaggie: “Follow the trail of screaming people and blood?”

Charlie: “Wha- what blood?”

Vaggie: “Shit.”

Charlie: “Your blood?? Did your back- But it’s been burned shut since day one! Did someone-”

Vaggie: “Charlie-”

Charlie: “WHO-”

Vaggie: “No one did anything, okay? Look, no blood. See?”

Charlie: “….then why did you say that?”

Vaggie: “I might’ve… kinda sorta stabbed a few people who got too close. Uh. Nothing fatal. But there was some blood and screaming…”

Charlie: “They SCARED you.”

Vaggie: “No they really didn’t, it was just instinct.”

Charlie: “And this is hell, Vaggie- at least half of them were at least TRYING to scare you!”

Vaggie: “Well it worked. It was fucking scary how close I came to killing a few of them without even noticing.”

Charlie: “Vaggie…”

Vaggie: “I won’t go out again. I got what I needed, and I didn’t know you’d worry.”

Charlie: “Of course I worried…”

Vaggie: “You don’t have to. I’m just this month’s random dumbass sinner picked out of the rest of the trash and crashing on your couch, making you stress over dumb stuff. I’ll get out of your hair soon as the bandages come off.”

Charlie: “Don’t.”

Vaggie: “?”

Charlie: “Don’t, talk like that, about yourself. Please?”

Vaggie: “Like what?”

Charlie: “Like THAT.”

Vaggie: “I don’t even get what ‘that’ means. I only said what happened.”

Charlie: “I….. never mind.”

Vaggie: “Alright…”

Charlie: “…..”

Charlie: “….what did you go out for anyway?”

Vaggie: “Spear.”

Charlie: “Spear? Like, spearmint gum or- OH!!”

Vaggie: “Just uh, just a spear.”

Charlie: “But isn’t that an Exorcist’s!? Vaggie- be carful! That’s one of the ONLY things that can-”

Vaggie: “-kill a sinner permanently, yeah, I know. Or gouge out their eye. Permanently.”

Charlie: “Oh.”

Vaggie: “I’ve seen them in action, I mean.”

Charlie: “And it doesn’t upset you?”

Vaggie: “It’s, complicated. Mainly it’s just, it’s a little reassuring to hold onto, you know?”

Charlie: “My hand is- I mean, sure, yes. That makes sense. I think.”

Vaggie: “…you can lock it up somewhere if you want, while I’m here. I don’t mind. This is your home-”

Charlie: “And yours. As long as you need it.”

Vaggie: “That’s, nice but-”

Charlie: “And while you’re here you should feel safe, and if the spear helps you feel safe around me, then okay. Good. You um, you didn’t sell anything super important to get it, right?”

Vaggie: “No, I found it behind a dumpster-”

Charlie: “Wow those are really pulling through on the amazing finds lately!”

Vaggie: “Charlie- huh?”

Charlie: “Good find! At the dumpster!”

Vaggie: “Charlie, it’s not for you. The spear. I didn’t get the spear because of you.”

Charlie: “I mean hell princess and stuff, first hellborn monster in all creation- totally understandable!”

Vaggie: “If you’re a monster then creation needs more of them.”

Charlie: “The carpet is still smoldering from me going all demon flames at you five minutes ago.”

Vaggie: (chuckling) “Yeah, because you were worried.”

Charlie: “Still. Scary?”

Vaggie: “Adorable.”

Charlie: “….really?”

Vaggie: “You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, because you care, and you get angry when the rest of the world doesn’t care as much as you do. It’s really.” (pause) “It’s new. It’s really new, and I’m glad I got to see it.”

Charlie: “If you’re sure…”

Vaggie: “Yep. The horns and tail are cute, too.”

Charlie: “The- aww SHOOT! They’re still out? This whole time??”

Vaggie: “You didn’t notice grabbing my wrist with your tail?”

Charlie: “I WHAT??? IM SORRY OH FUCK OH SHIT IT- IT HAS A MIND OF IT’S OWN I SWEAR- FUCK WHY WON’t IT LET GO-”

Vaggie: “It’s fine. If it wants to cling then let it. I’d like to sit down though, so.”

Charlie: “Right! Sorry!”

Vaggie: “Charlie it’s fine.” (sigh) “Feels like we’ve used that word too much today.”

Charlie: “Ugh you’re right, sorry…”

Vaggie: “And that one too. Stop.”

Charlie: “Fine.”

Vaggie: “….”

Charlie: “….sorry?”

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “…you’re lucky you’re cute.”

Charlie: “And YOU’RE lucky you’re tiny and fit on the couch. There’s an actual bed here! In case you forgot since the last time I told you! Now, sit kitchen?”

Vaggie: “Actually I was thinking sit couch and I’m not taking your bed.”

Charlie: “Did you remember to eat anything while out poking rude hell people with your new spear?”

Vaggie: “S- sure I, uh, I did. Do that.”

Charlie: “Uh-huh.”

Vaggie: “Yes.”

Charlie: “Mmhmm.”

Vaggie: “…I did do it.”

Charlie: “Bzzt, lies. To the snackies we go!”

Vaggie: “But-”

Charlie: “And I’m getting you in that bed eventually. It’s gonna happen. Couches can’t be good for your back, even when you’re so small! Especially when you’re hurt!”

Vaggie: “Charlie, if I was in your bed you’d never get any SLEEP.”

Charlie: “Why not? I like being around you!”

Vaggie: “I move around too much at night.”

Charlie: “Bad dreams?”

Vaggie: “…sure.”

Charlie: “Well maybe not being alone when you wake up would help? That’s what Razzle and Dazzle do for me sometimes- right guys?”

Razzle: “Baa!”

Dazzle: “Mreh.”

Vaggie: “Hi fellas… What… what happened to your kitchen.”

Charlie: “I asked them to get snacks ready!”

Vaggie: “It’s a warzone.”

Charlie: “It’s snack time?”

Vaggie: “There’s enough doughnuts here to feed a whole battalion after a battle.”

Charlie: “Well since you weren’t here to ASK I couldn’t TELL them what KIND of doughnut would be your FAVORITE.”

Razzle & Dazzle: “Ree!”

Charlie: “So we had to make all the kinds. But only this one time, okay guys?”

Razzle & Dazzle: “Grrr….”

Vaggie: (smiles) “Thought you said you weren’t even sure I’d be back.”

Charlie: “I wasn’t. You’re the first sinner who’s ever crashed on my couch, so I just, hoped.”

Vaggie: “…..”

Vaggie: “Thanks. For the hope.”

Charlie: “You’re welcome. Really, literally, you’re welcome. Couch or wherever.”

Vaggie: “……or buried under a mountain of pastries?”

Charlie: “Finding your favorite kind is IMPORTANT okay!”

Vaggie: “There’s dough splatters on the ceiling.”

Charlie: “You’re worth a few dough splatters and an artfully singed carpet. You’d also be worth some lost sleep. Now! Staring with the basic, a classic plain glaze….” (busily dives into doughnut infogump)

Vaggie: “….”

Dazzle: “Rrr?” (hands her a tissue)

Vaggie: “...huh? Oh.” (takes tissue) “Thanks….” (dabs at her eye while Charlie isn’t looking)

[his-red-right-hand]

his red right hand, Chapter Six

“So, what’s your favourite scary movie?”

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. It was him. He found you. You didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry, your stomach doing an odd flipping thing that you’re pretty sure wasn’t related to your dinner. Wait, shit, he asked you a question. Scary movies, right.

“What kinda scary movies you talking about? Like, there’s lots of different types; and I got different favourites depending on the type. Like, do you want to know what slow creeping scary I like, or like monsters from beyond the stars and outside of comprehension scary? Do you mean gothic scary, where it’s building tension more and more until it all breaks at once, or lots of little jump scares to keep the popcorn flying? Are we just implying violence or is blood splattering everywhere? Or do you just mean masked men with knives chasing around after barely dressed girls?”

There was a pause, oh god you’d fucked it all up, stupid horror obsessed stoner brain; then a chuckle, dark and rich broke you from your spiralling thoughts. “I kinda like the sound of that last one. Maybe with the blood splattered everywhere to.” You could hear a soft rumble from him across the phone line. “You looked so pretty wearing yours.”

Your heart seizes in your chest, letting out a shaky breath as your mind flashed back to being there in that moment, the wall pressed into your back and him so closely against you as he made you bleed. “Are you going to come and kill me?”

“Not changed your mind about that? No brush with death to make life more worth living?”

“If anything it made me want it more.”

The voice changer made it a little crackly, but that was an undeniable groan from him. “You want me to break into your house, hold my knife up against your throat and make you beg me for it?”

“Yes.” Your knees started to shake as you pictured it, sinking down onto the arm of the couch for stability. “I’d do whatever you wanted me to. Anything. As long as you promised to kill me.”

“Not every day a man gets an offer like that. Makes me want to draw it out, have some fun... What if I came to you, someone else’s blood on my knife. Would you lick it off for me?”

You swallowed slowly, of course he would want to talk about the thing you’d been trying to avoid thinking about. Flirting with death was easy when he had been there; looming so large that the bodies he left faded from thought. But just because you were a willing victim didn’t mean that he had any others. You were talking to a serial killer, who had killed and was going to kill again. “I don’t-”

���Turn the light on.” He cut you off abruptly, and you jerked to your feet with a start.

“Why?”

“So I can see your face better while you think about it.”

He was watching, right now? How long had he been there?

“You want to stay on my good side, right? Turn on the light Sweetness.”

You were trembling, not sure if it was from fear or excitement or something else, walking over to the light switch, staring out your open back door as you flipped it. You flinched as you squeezed your eyes shut, the sudden brightness painful to them after becoming used to the dim half-light of the evening.

“Good girl.”

Warmth built inside you at those two words, a small part of your brain telling you that it was worth any moral event horizon to hear him call you that again. Fuck, you were too stoned for this.

“Now think about licking somebody else’s blood off my knife. Yeah, that’s it.” You could hear shutter clicks over the line. He was out there, and he was taking more photos of you, enjoying your struggling feelings.

“Why don’t you just come and kill me now?” you asked bluntly, wanting to change the subject.

“Just skip to the main event? But there’s so much foreplay to be enjoyed Doll. I’m having way too much fun to rush this. Don’t worry, you’re gonna enjoy it to.”

A sane person would hang up the phone right now. They would lock the back door, draw the curtains, and call the cops.

A sane person doesn’t want the killer on the line to mean it.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

A beat.

A breath.

You stared out into the night, where Death was watching you.

His voice crackled down the line, an almost playful note to it. “Lift up your shirt. I want to see it.”

You shifted the phone handset so it was propped against your ear by your shoulder, stepping towards the door as you used your hands to slowly gather up the fabric of your shirt, revealing the plain white bandage on your side.

“Take off the dressing.” He sounded strained, breaths coming faster.

You winced a little as you plucked the adhesive away from your skin, angling your body so he could see the plain row of stitches in your side. The bruising around it had mostly faded to a mottled yellowing now, the skin of the wound itself a light pink at the edges and around the stitches.

He hummed his approval before groaning out an “Oh yeah...” A few more clicks of the camera shutter. “I’m gonna cover you in such pretty marks Angel. You’re going to feel me for days. Not going to be able to look at yourself without seeing me there.”

You bit at your lip as you heard rustling, more groans, then a long breath of satisfaction. A high pitched keening laugh escaped despite yourself, maybe you weren’t stoned enough for this. Your knees decided to give out on you, sinking down into a heap on the carpet, and you just couldn’t stop laughing.

There was a growl, Ghostface’s voice a roiling threat of violence in your ear. “Is something funny?”

You dazedly shook your head, the handset clattering to the ground, which just made you laugh harder as you picked it back up with shaking hands. “N-no,” you gasped out, taking quick harsh breaths in between the peals of laughter that were starting to turn into sobs. “It’s Hellraiser.”

“What...?” The voice changer couldn’t hide the absolute confusion in his voice. Well, at least he was as lost as you were in this conversation.

“My favourite scary movie.” You swallowed back some tears, trying to get some vague control over your raging emotions. “It’s Hellraiser. You asked, so...” You felt like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane, everything you felt had been so dull and dead for so long that you didn’t know how to cope with the force of your emotions hitting you.

His sigh had a mechanical crackle to it, before asking bluntly “Did you smoke today?”

“Yeah...” you sniffled softly, you really were just the best at ruining everything, weren’t you?

“Get up off the floor, get a drink, eat something, and go to bed. We’ll continue this another night.”

“Promise you’ll come back?” You sounded so needy in that moment, feeling like the entirety of your vague connection to sanity hinged on his answer.

Ghostface chuckled, almost sounding fond. “Oh trust me Babe, you’re not getting rid of me.”

Dial tone echoed in your ear and you slowly lowered the phone down to the floor, hitting the end call button. You sat there for a moment, limbs splayed like a broken marionette. Slowly, slowly, getting onto your knees, pushing up onto your feet; swaying unsteadily  you stood. Instructions were easy. Something to cling to in the roiling mess of your brain.

Get a drink.

Eat something.

Go to bed.

Wandering into the kitchen, you put the phone back into the base on the half-wall between it and the lounge, then going to the sink. Taking a glass that had been languishing on the drying rack you filled it with water, drinking it down in long mouthfuls and tasting better than it had any right to. You had granola bars in your bag, left where you had dropped it on the table. Picking up the box, you ripped into it, pulling one out and undoing the wrapped with your teeth before biting into it. You needed to take your antibiotics, probably should replace the bandage to. You never thought your tendency to just leave everything in the kitchen would come in handy, but it was paying off for now at least.

Downing the pill was easy, swallowing down more water and finishing your granola bar before looking at the small pile of spare dressings you’d been sent home with. Your hands were still shaking a bit, but it wasn’t too hard to peel the backing off of it. You pressed it to your skin with a soft hiss of pain, pressure on your stitches fucking hurt, but it was clarifying.

You refilled your glass, heading towards your bedroom, hesitating at the coffee table for a moment, then leaning down and picking up the little container of sleeping pills you’d been given last time you’d gone to the doctor. It’d been for stomach flu, but he’d asked if you had any other problems and you’d been wrung out enough to mention your issues sleeping. And what couldn’t be fixed by a prescription pad these days?

You opened it and downed one quickly before you could regret it, taking a swig from your glass to chase it down, turning off the main light before heading into your bedroom. It was somewhat of a stranger to you these days, only really used to store clothes in the three piles of clean, kinda clean, and needing to be washed. You mostly passed out on the couch after hours of nothingness. But you had your instructions.

You put your water glass and pill bottle on the table next to the stack of unread books. A moment’s thought, before turning on the small reading lamp next to your bed. Stripping down to just your t shirt was perfunctory, you knew he was still watching you; but he’d already seen what he’d wanted to and you were in no mood to try and tease or titillate.

It was nice to get under the covers, cocooning yourself in their weight and softness as you closed your eyes, content at least in the knowledge that you were that much closer to doing so for the last time.

[janeths]

You aren’t real

I was listening to Vermilion by Slipknot, I know some people have their own interpretation of the lyrics but for me it’s about how they want to love her but are too shy and thinks she isn’t real because they never received such kind of feeling.

I think you can kinda tell by that summary for this fanfic. Except that Bowser is overthinking instead of being shy.

Warning: Angst to wholesome. Heartbreaks to lovers, mentions of blood as well, Bowser hurting Y/N. Crying Junior, good ending though.

I think I made Bowser a bit ooc, so sorry about that . Also I didn’t think this mini story would be long💀😭

Gender neutral pronouns, but Junior calls you mama on some parts

“Hah! I finally caught you again Princess Peach!” Bowser shakes the cage, to wake them up. Y/N rubs her eyes and look at him, pulling their “hair” down for him not to look into their eyes. “I will crush that Mario if he comes! And once I crush him, oh ho! We’ll be together.” Together? Wow…Even though he’s trying to act tough and scary, I can’t help but want to stare at him… “Trust me, Mario isn’t gonna come this time.” They awkwardly laugh and Bowser turns around confused. Walking towards their cage, “What do you mean, “Mario isn’t going to come and get you? Hold on… You have a different smell…” He immediately opens the cage, gently grabs them by the waist and pulls their wig off. Oh my! He’s quite strong… kinda hot- no wait- “And who exactly are you?! Where is she?!” “Hey! No need to yell! I’m right in front of you! And to to be exact, I have no idea where she is!” He huffs and points into her face. “She was sick and tired of your crap! And asked me to replace her for a while.” “So I’m stuck with you?!” He huffs, smelling smoke from his mouth.

“My lord, why don’t you just kill them?” Says his loyal adviser, Kamek. “Oh what’s the use of killing them without the fun of scaring those plumbers. They even aren’t going to come and save them.”

Y/N sighs sadly, rocking the cage back and fourth. “I guess I didn’t really think this through, did I? Well I did want an adventure so…Though… The thought of seeing him again… makes me kinda- No! Wait! He’s the villain..” “You there! Who are you?!” A young child voice yells, Y/N turns around to see a little kid in the shadows, his figure looking like Bowsers, only smaller. “When I ask you something, you answer me back!” “I uh- I’m Y/N!-” “See that wasn’t so hard was it!” The unknown child walks from the shadows and presents himself. “I am Prince Bowser Junior the second! But Prince Junior sounds more fitting. Why are you here? Shouldn’t it be Peach? Hm! I don’t know what papa sees in that princess.” “Bowser… is your papa?!” Y/N seems shock at the thought that Bowser has a child. “I didn’t know he had a child!” Wait so maybe he isn’t as bad as we all thought?

“Does that scare you? Are you afraid of us?” Junior shakes the cage. “If I’m being honest, you don’t scare me…” His eyes widen, and stop shaking, looking around the cage then to Y/N. “But… papa says humans are scared of Koopas... They don’t like us for the way we are… You are strange one.” “You looks so young Junior… this isn’t a place for you. You need to leave if your father finds out you’re here-” “Junior!” The beast swarms the doors open, seeing his son talking to the prisoner. “What are you doing here?! You are not supposed to be here!” He storms out towards them. “And you!” He opens the cage and grabs Y/N them by the waist tightly, feeling his claws in their skin. “Ow! You’re hurting me-!” Y/N yells. “Papa! Leave them alone! They done nothing wrong!” Junior hits his father on the leg, leading them to look down. “Junior! What has gotten into you?” “Please papa leave them alone! Please!” Bowser hesitates, why in the world was his son pleading? Why does he want them to live? Bowser turns to look at Y/N, all scared and bleeding, feeling a bit of guilt. My… claw.. I.. Y/N sniffles. I’ve hurt someone- I… What’s wrong with me? What’s this feeling? Shame? Guilt? What? I don’t understand!

Bringing himself back to reality, gently placing down Y/N and leaves without saying a word. Y/N sits and falls to the ground. “Y/N! Are you okay? Y/N? I’ll bring some band-aids! J-Just stay here!” He quickly runs to the doors. Looking around the place made Y/N head dizzy. Feeling the heat of the lava, looking to their left, sees other cages dangling with no floor. “Geez… whats wrong with him?” They sat up and pulls their shirt up, revealing claw marks, pouting a bit. I don’t think Peach has to go through this… does she?

On the other side of the kingdom, Junior was running to his room, fell, stood up again, and ran to the bathroom. “I know I had band-aids here… ”

The other room, in the bathroom was Bowser, looking down on his hands, bits of blood in his claws. Feeling that he was about to hyperventilate, he washed his hands quickly, and stared at himself in the mirror. “What is wrong with you? What.. is this feeling? Why do I feel so much shame of what I did? Why do I feel bad? Why do I want to help them? They didn’t do anything- WHAT IS THIS?!”

Junior runs past his fathers room and decides to look for him, maybe not the best time, opens the door quietly, and hears him in the bathroom. “I’m setting a terrible role model to him… I don’t want him to end up like this…” The young koopa frowns and thinks to himself, Papa wants to be a good papa, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone… A few seconds past and he turns around running towards the hallway.

I’m not losing that much blood am I? It was just a scratch… what am I gonna do? Does he have so much hatred? Anger? He feels alone? I wonder…

“I’m back Y/N!” He tries his best to patch the wounds, but Y/N also helps him. “There all done!”he smiles and draws a smiley face. “You’re gonna be okay alright? I don’t know what’s gotten into papa, but-” They both hear the doors open and got startled, Junior stands in front of Y/N, trying his best to protect them from the harm of his fathers burns. “Junior? Y/N…” For the sake of his reputation, he keeps a poker face. “Y/N come.” “What? Where are you-” “Do you want to sleep in the cage?” “No-” “Then let’s go.” Junior helps them stand up, and leads them to their father. What’s he’s gonna do to me? If it were something bad, he wouldn’t let Junior come.. “I’ll help Y/N, Junior, you can go to your room, it’s bedtime for you.” “Aww man, I uh mean right away! Goodnight Y/N.” He huffs and runs to his room locking it, leaving Bowser and Y/N alone together. “Right this way..” he broke the silence, and proceeded to walk the hallway. They were halfway when Y/N fell to the floor, “grh!” “Let me-” Bowser raises their hand. “I can do it on my own.” They hesitate struggling to stand up. Such a strange and awkward scene. Bowser did want to apologize, but didn’t know how. His heart was racing, feeling hopeless while they were trying to stand up, looking at his claws. They both begin walking again till they stopped at the front of a door. Opening it up, leading to a bedroom. “I uh… hope you like it here for the time being. Once you get healed, you can leave.” They both enter the room, feeling strange by the atmosphere they created. But Y/N breaks it, “Thank you.. for the hospitality.” “I uh… dinner will be served in 10 minutes, rest for a bit.” Y/N lays on the bed, Bowser looks at them in pity, or rather himself, as he exited the room he mutters, “I’m sorry Y/N..” and closes the door.

Does he feel bad about what happened? What a strange man… I guess I should go and eat with him. Hmm… I mean he somewhat apologized. He gave me a room, running water, even invited me to eat with him.

“So you didn’t kill this Y/N, why’s that my lord?” “Something about them… the way they looked at me, telling me to stop hurting them- it opened something in me I didn’t even know I had.” “Well have you hurt the Princess before?”

“I don’t think I have. Have I?” “Sire if I may add something, it sounds like a part of your heart opened.” “My heart? My heart?! That’s ridiculous.” Bowser scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Lord Bowser, sit down next to me. At least try to hold your anger. It’s part of why you got into this mess. Let me explain…” Like a little child waiting for them to read their favorite book, Bowser looks at him. “Then tell me, what am I feeling?” “You feel bad. You feel terrible about what happened. You’re scared that you may hurt them. Since it wasn’t Peach, your obsession with her has been broken by this person staying here. Though it did open my eyes a bit.”

Three months has passed, it was early spring but you couldn’t really tell much due to the lava around the kingdom. Junior asked Y/N to accompany him while doing his homework, since his father was away for a bit, to which they accepted. So now both sitting in a kids table. “Look Y/N! I drew me and you! See! Here’s me, you, and papa.” He hands you the drawing, the picture he drew was him and Y/N holding hands, smiling, along with his father, though he wasn’t smiling but… red? “Oh? Whys yours papa red?” “Hmm, I don’t remember if it was because he’s blushing, or ate too much red beetles or for the exercise.” “Oh I see.” What a funny a little prince. “I’m keeping the drawing though.” Y/N squishes his cheeks. “Hey! I’m not a baby!” “Well you’ll always be a baby in my eyes.” This makes Juniors eye twinkle, at the thought of being someone else’s baby. Mama… no… there not mama… Papa doesn’t like them anyways. Y/N takes notice of a frown face and says, “Hey let’s stop doing homework for now. We should go outside in the fields to refresh your memory for a bit. How does that sound?” “Alright! I wanna go to that one stream that’s close.”

Junior immediately jumps into the water and splashes all around, then splashes onto his face. “Oh!” He look towards Y/N then to their right some plants he adores. “Oh! It’s my favorite berry! They look like blueberries.” He bites into them and melts. “You want to try it? They are so delicious!” “Uh sure why not. Can’t be that bad.” Junior hands them a wannabe blueberry, doesn’t think much of it and eats it. “Every-time papa would go to fight Mario, he would always bring me these.” “That’s quite wholesome of him.” Oh boy, Y/N should have learned about these berries back in science class, because now they started coughing, feeling their tongue hot. Standing up they collapse on a tree. “Y/N! What’s wrong?!” Junior immediately runs to them, they start feeling their vision blurry, running around and falls to the floor, Junior trying to catch them. “Y/N!” He touches their forehead, it was burning hot. “Junior take me to Kamek… I think…” They feel their heart race in anxious. “Junior…! Help me get there…” Him in shock not knowing what to do, grabs their hand and starts pulling them towards the kingdom. “Come on Y/N!” They were halfway to the kingdom when Y/N fell again, “Junior.. I can’t..” They twist and turn on the dirt, feeling their fever get extremely high, their stomach in sharp pain. “I’ll call papa! Please don’t die! Papa! Papa!”

Y/N feels a stomp and made them jump into the air, while someone catches them. Y\N feels lightheaded and somewhat hallucinating. Feeling that they got picked up and saw a blurred vision of the man rescuing them. “Are you my Prince Charming?” They giggle. Bowser being confused, then remembering about the symptoms it creates of the poison berries. “Not quite my dear. King fits better.” He holds them gently, and jumping into the sky.

“Ow… My body hurts so much!” Kamek gestures his wand around their body detecting for any harm in them. “Just a fatal poison berry, nothing much. I’ll have it removed by hand.” “Hand?! Oh look, it’s Mario.” Just with that they plank to the bed, getting unconscious. “Kamek! Now!” He swifts his wand leading the dead berry out of their mouth. “Are they..?” “Fine. There good now. Now if you excuse me my sire, I’m going to write this…” He position his glasses to see better. “This BellaDonna… in the book ‘poisonous things to humans.’” He walks away, leaving them two alone. “That was very dumb of you to eat that.” Bowser says looking at them, while they wok up and stated coughing loudly. “Me? I just wanted to try it! Junior said they were delicious, so I wanted to try it.” He facepalms, “This is partly my fault. I wasn’t there to tell you.” Y/N looked confused. “‘To tell you?’ What? What do you mean? I mean it’s not entirely your fault, you didn’t know we were there. I should be the one to blame-”

“No. I should have been protecting you. But I wasn’t and you got hurt.” Bowser..? Showing some emotion? And sentimental ones too..? “Look Bowser...” They hold their hand for reassurance, Bowser eyes widen, and raises an eyebrow. “Huh?” “Bowser look. I’m completely fine. See, I’m here. I’m awake talking to you and I feel great thanks to you,Kamek and Junior.” But Bowser wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying, all he saw was they were talking with a beam of smile, looking down at his hand.

What is this? Why are they holding my hand? Are they reassure me, or do they feel some type of way? What… I feel warm. My chest feels warm. My face feels red, I feel… happy? No- it can’t- I can’t. He quickly removes his hand from them, Y/N face changes from having a warm smile to soft frown. “Yeah that’s good then. Well then… since you’re good, we both can go into our duties then. “Right…” “If you need anything, just holler or come by my office.” Bowser leaves the room, and sighs deeply. “What was that about…” He look at his hand. Why would they want to hold my own hideous hand?

I held his hand… I held his hand? I HELD HIS HAND?! I’m literally going to squeal. Should I now ask him? But… he did swipe his hands off of me… but that doesn’t mean anything right? Or maybe I scared him…

Throughout the months, Y/N has been trying to get close and closer to him, but he always rejects them, not because he doesn’t want to be with them but he’s scared to love them, not knowing what’s about come. But he does come around and get flustered everytime he sees them. Even Kamek teasing him telling him that Y/N behind them, scaring him. For Kamek and Y/M seem fun to tease him, Bowser keeps getting so confused about his feelings. He keeps asking himself, why do I feel a certain way every time I see them? Why does my heart bounce and my face get red? Is this love? But why haven’t they left the kingdom? Why are they still here? Is this a trick?

“Hey Bowser, I want to ask you something-“ Y/N runs and smiles at him “The king is busy. Go ask Kamek.” He immediately runs away from them, leaving a mark in their heart, again. They feel their eyes watery, feeling dull and numb. Why don’t you understand that I have feelings for you? If I’m making you uncomfortable just tell me so I can leave… You won’t have to deal with me. “Y/N are you alright?” Kamek wakes them up from their mind slumber. “Oh uh-?! I’ve never been better.” They force a smile. “Dear, you think I’m that stupid? I wasn’t born yesterday. Bowsers trying, he really is. But he wants to do it by himself.” Y/N thought for a second, he’s trying? “It’s obvious though. If I didn’t have any feelings for him, I would have left the kingdom ages ago, but no I didn’t. I chose to live here with all of you. But no matter what I do or say, he always ignores me or runs away. It’s been months Kamek. And… he knows.” “Well one things for sure, he adores when you play with Junior, he says ‘it brings me some type of peace.’ ” Kamek smiles and thumbs them up.

Their voice… their laughter, their smile, their name… brings me so much emotions I can’t quite figure out. Why Y/N? Why did it had to be them? Why can’t I stop thinking about them? What’s is that feeling? Every time I think about them, I want to hold them, I want to make beautiful memories with them. I want them to be a mother figure to my baby. I want to dance with them. Why is it that every time I call their name, I feel like my demons go silent, and make the angels come near us. Is this love? Have I fallen for someone, that I think their not real? They can’t be real. Y/N isn’t real.

Y/N walks towards his room, and stands ther, hesitating and thinking. Should I do this? I don’t know if I can anymore… maybe he doesn’t really have feelings for me, he’s just toying with me… but he really does seem to care. He’s been wanting to get close to me.. if this doesn’t work… maybe I’ll leave… Y/N knocks on the door, “Um Bowser, it’s me Y/N… I came here to talk about something…” “Go away, I’m not here.” They scoff. “Bowser please let me in. I need to talk to you.” They push the door in, and sees his room torn apart. “Bowser?! What’s wrong-”

“Get away from me.” He points at them in full anger, leading Y/N in shock and terrifying worried. “Bowser?! What’s gotten into you?” “You can’t be real. You’re not real. You’re just a cheap distraction. A robot. A mere magical spell. You were created to distract me from destroying the world. The princess forced you to stay here, to toy with my feelings!” “That’s not true! What you are saying is all wrong! I’m real! I have feelings for you! I wasn’t forced to come here! I wanted to come here and meet you!”

“Don’t lie to me-”

“I’m not lying Bowser! Why would I lie? If I was forced to come here, why haven’t I left? Why haven’t I tried to “escape?” Oh boy now he done it, Y/N felt tears coming out of their eyes, felt their heart go down into their stomach from the lie. Y/N was heartbroken. Now crying from the miserable lies, Bowser felt bad. “If I made you that uncomfortable, why didn’t you send me away, huh? If you want me to leave that badly I’ll just leave and never come back!” Y/N storms away from his bedroom, crying. So that’s it then?

“Mama whats-?” Y/N rushes quickly to the hallway, ignoring the question Junior made. He called me mama…

“Y/N what’s wrong? Mama?” He continues to call them, but completely ignoring them.

“Mama? Come back mama!”

Y/N heads towards the gates open, and walks away, heading the cries of the little Koopa.

“Mama!”

“Prince Junior, what is wrong?” Kamek appears and sees Junior laying down next to the wall, curled up into a ball, sobbing and weeping. “Grandpa Kamek…” He quickly hugs him, still weeping. “Mamas, gone. Y/Ns gone! I called to them and they ignored me, and ran out of the kingdom!” “Hey now, now, we’ll find them. I think your papa and them got into a small fight, no worries I’ll go see. You stay in your room, I’ll sort things out.” He cleans his snot and and wipes his tears away. “No I’m going with you!” “Junior…” “I don’t care what papa says, I’m going with you to find Y/N.” Kamek nods, they both went ahead to the King Koopas room. “Damnit damnit damnit… why did I do that?” “Sire!” Kamek opens the door and yells at him. “Language! Not in front of the boy!” Bowser turns around to see an angry father and a crying child. “Junior I…” Bowser begins to say but gets interrupted by the cries of the Prince. “Why you yell at mama?!” Junior squeezes Kameks hand in anger. “Ma..ma? You see Y/N as a mother figure..?” “Yes, my lord. What did you even say to that poor human?!”

“I’m going home!” Y/N says to themselves and walks on some path going onto the forest. “I think this is the way… Wait, is it? Or is it that path? Oh no… I can’t believe I lost my way.” They sit down next to a tree, hearing the birds sing, bringing some nostalgic memories. Y/N sighs sadly and closes their eyes. This reminds when Bowser and I would walk here, talking nonstop… then suddenly there would be silence between us, all we could hear is the birds, frogs insects sound. Such peace… oh well. Y/N keeps thinking of their memories, not knowing that they been getting tired up to a Piranha plant. They get pulled up, Y/N yelps, it wasn’t your typical Piranha Plant , it was a Naval Piranha! “Hey stop it!” Within seconds they cover them in spiny vines, all all around their legs and arms, gripping them, leading Y/N to bleed. They twist and turn but nothing works, only making them more bleed. They slowly pull Y/N towards their mouth. “Ah! Let me go you stupid plant!” They try kicking it but only makes the Piranha in anger, pulls them up to the air. About to get eaten, Y/N hears a roar, the Piranha plant looks up, and gets caught by a spitting fire. From the burns, they screeched, lost their balance and let’s go of Y/N, dropping them to the ground till he jumps up and caught them tightly onto a bridal style carrier. “Hey hey, I got you. You’re safe…” Y/N feels his big hands and arm, his entire body actually, knowing who it is. “Bowser?! Wh-what are you doing here?!” Y/N looks at him, tears in their eyes. He ignores their question, looking around their body for any marks, “Are you okay? Let me look at you…” Y/N hugs hugs him tightly not wanting to let go “B-Bowser…” “I got you…Y/N this is all my fault. I never should have yelled at you. I’m sorry I said those harsh words to you. I didn’t… mean it.” He said struggling to find the right words for them, not wanting to hurt them again. “Kamek and Junior would always tell me, but I didn’t listen… I was so worked up, overthinking I didn’t even think about you…I…” Bowser didn’t know if it was because they got scared of the plant or they scared them but Y/N completely fainted in their arms. “Oh Y/N…” He touches their cheek, rubbing it.

Returning to the kingdom, he thinks to himself, Why are comforting words so difficult to say?

The king places them in their room, bandaging up their scars, and waiting patiently till they woke up. “Bowser…” “Y/N are you okay? How do you feel?” “Why did you rescue me? Didn’t you want me to leave…? Didn’t-” He shushes them putting his index finger on their lips. “I was wrong. I was wrong about everything. I’m sorry. I really am. I want to set things right..” He holds their hands close to his chest, making them jump in happiness.

“Y/N please stay with me in our kingdom. You always made me feel like… warm, comfort, in peace. I never felt such things before. Everytime I hear your name, every time I would see you, my angels would run around, and your name would always silence my own demons. Every time I see you, I feel like I get blind for looking at a god(ess). If you left us, it would have been so much torture. I would do anything for you… You made me feel a certain way. I’m so ashamed that I kept rejecting you so much, even though we both knew we had a deep connection. I want us to have a healthy relationship.”

“Oh Bowser…”

Y/N face went red, blushing and feeling flustered, this man, the King, THE King of Koopa, the only man whose the biggest, also has a huge heart? Feeling flustered and embarrassed, revealing his feeling to them? He’s actually confessing his feelings?!

“So please…” He puts grabs their chin lifting it up, showing his crimson eyes staring at them, his pupils dilate in so much love. “Y/N….” He smile slyly. “Will you be my lover? And spend the years with me?” Y/N eyes beam and dilate. “Yes!” Their face get red hot and hugs him tightly.“I want to spend my life with you. Forever…” He bites his lip, smiling derpy, feeling a squeal wanting to come out. “Heck yeah baby! Now I can show you off around then! ” Kissing their cheek. “So you gonna turn your life around and not try to destroy the world?” “I’ll destroy this world if someone ever did harm to you, my love.”

Love?! Baby?! These words coming from his mouth?! I’m screaming

They were both leaning to each other, about to kiss till they got interrupted by the door slamming. “Y/N! You’re alive!!” Junior squeals and jumps into the bed, hugging them. “I say, sire, you do have a way with words.” Kamek grins and gives him a thumbs up. “Junior! Oh wait be careful! I’m still a bit hurt. Come here you! Papa want to tell you a secret.” “Secret?! Papa what is it?” Bowser grabs him, and let’s the secret be revealed. Juniors eyes widen, grinning, feeling so much happiness, feeling his eyes dilate to stars. “I have a mama! Papa! Mama! Both! This is amazing! Oh my stars!.” He kisses both on their cheek and snout. “I’ll be right back!” He runs off, outside the room. “I’ll chase after him. I’ll leave you two alone then.” My son, Kamek thought to himself, he finally has someone to love. Ah yes, so happy for them. He hears a loud explosion from Juniors room. “Young prince! What are you doing?! You better not be committing arson!”

“So where were we again?” Bowser smirks, holding their hand. “Hmm I have no idea-” Y/N grabs his shoulders, his eyes in shock and flustered. “come here my big man!” Y/N immediately without thought pulls him into a kiss. Bowser was so happy, he felt like this was a fairytale dream. He didn’t want to wake up, but boy he know it was real. He kisses them back passionately. Knowing they’ll always love each other.

BONUS: (cause I’m like that lololol)

“It’s been strangely quiet.” Peach sips her tea. “Too quiet actually. What’s Bowser planning?” Mario’s sips his tea as well. “Should we go and check?”

Bowser and Y/N have been sitting out the kingdom, giving each either kisses, like teenagers in high school.

“No stop!”

“No you stop!”

“Bowser!”

“Y/N!”

“What are you two doing?” Says a feminine voice, behind them, leading Bowser and Y/N in fear. “And who asked-” Y/N turns around to see Mario and Peach. “Oh! Princess!” Y/N slaps Bowser, eying that it’s the princess. “It’s very nice to meet you!” “Oh princess peach, Mario. I’m happy you sent Y/N. If I never met them I wouldn’t know what to do.” “Send who out?” Peach questions. AH CRAP! SECRETS OUT.

“This lovely person here.” “No… it was nice of you to pretend to be me- uh Y/N but… I have no idea who they are.” “Y/N?!” Oh boy…looks like this cat is out of the bag. Y/N will admit it, they didn’t know the princess, but really wanted to meet the King of Koopas so they decided to dress up as Peach. “Uh… I may have lied about one part..”

Yippie! I have never ever made entire small “short” story and completing it. I am quite surprised :3 so yeah 😎 me like it very epic 🧍‍♀️

[weirdcat1213]

volume 9 you say....hmm

i fear for my life to be completely honest

anyway HERE WE GO HERE ARE THE THOUGHTS

chap 1:

-geesus no pls no i dont wanna read anymore

-FLASHBACK TIME :D WIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

-3 days of crying is nothing when youre a trigun fan, am i right people :'D

-no im not fucking suffering cuz while all of that is happening the only thing on his mind is young livio NO IM FINE I SWEAR-

-lmao yeah wolfwood call him out >:D

-"you cant understand how i feel" my brother in christ YOURE SURROUNDED BY ORPHANS

-hmmmmmmmmm i mean im not sure if that applies here but who am i to tell him how he feels, sure buddy. happy for you

-geesus man not the dog, like....WHY THE DOG (i think ik why but still)

-tbh i would also go and ask for an explanation

-nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo :c

-ah shit so we're here now oh fuck oh shit okokok cool

-ah yes, sweet bait actually, makes me cry every time

-"once this ark scare is over we'll be living the high life" yeaaaahhhh....about that.....

-YO LEAVE THE ORPHAN ALONE DAMN

-thanks livio :3

chap 2:

-about his age i think hes on his 20s mentally but he looks like hes on his 30s, so hes still an adult but yknow...younger

-oh his eye :0 i love that tiny window between his glasses and his face where you can see his eyes, makes me sad every time

-the coolest mf

-"worse" you say...i wonder who did that to him...

-fuck off, take those fucking tears somewhere else old man

-OOOOOOHHHHH THAT PANEL!!! SO GOOD SO GOOD

-THANKS AGAIN LIVIO (livio's good actions counter: 2 so far) BUT FUCK THAT OLD MAN

chap 3:

-:c

-HES THERE AND HES COMING I PROMISE

-STFU I SWEAR SHUT UP WOLFWOOD PLS JUST ENJOY YOUR STUPID CIGARRETE

-oh ok yeah here we go

-GEESUS MAN, i hope someone kick you ass later

-aw livio noooooo :c

-NAH NO PLS NO BROTHER FIGHT NO NO

-damn

chap 4:

-no that fucking title while theyre bleeding holy crap no stop it nightow stop it

-leave my man alone plsssssssssssssssss

-OH I FUCKING FELT THAT. WOLFWOOD REACHING FOR ANOTHER MAGAZINE AND LIVIO SHOOTING AT THE SAME MOMENT. I FELT THAT

-oh thats...thats kinda hot actually (i say while wolfwood fights for his little life)

-i love nightow taking his fucking time. yes sir i will enjoy a page of the vial dropping from his mouth without any dialogue, thank you sir

-PAIN :D

-SHUT UP OLD MAN

-"please survive"................................im gonna need a million years

chap 5:

-VASH BABY WHERE ARE YOU I NEED YOU

-demon....while hes killing his bro.....i have a limit thats all im saying

-ITS CALLED LOVE BITCH

-HE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THE HONOR HE JUST WANTED TO PROTECT HIS HOME WTF

-STOP TALKING AND KILL HIM MAN CMONNNN

-oh....he looks so pretty tho. likes he came back to life and is surrounded by his servants....damn that goes hard...

-oh yeah, that arm that had no explanation whatsoever. its ok tho, nightow gets a pass

-ah fuck.....hes here...

-yeap, you could say thats a demon ig

chap 6:

-AH YES SAD FLASHBACK IN MENTAL PALACE MAKES ME GO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. ONE OF THE BEST THINGS EVER IM TELLING YA :D

-im sorry

-im jumping through the window idc anymore. poor livio man

-"fortitude".........yeah.....

-yeap that is scary as hell RUN WOLFWOOD GET TF OUTTA THERE

-DONT SMILE LIKE THAT YOU FREAK

-NONONONONONON SHUT UP WOLFWOOD SHUT UP

-STOPPPPPPPPPPPP

-STOPL PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE

-DIOS IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH

-orange if you animate this i will punch you but also kiss you in the lips

-i wonder what he means with that bell thats supposed to be tolling. hmmm. maybe its like a "hey come back to reality" kind of alarm thats not sounding

nightow you amazing bastard

[sketchy--sketches]

I have just thought of an evil Mob Psycho 100 AU

It's very angsty and kind of self-indulgent, so don't read if you dislike too much of that

The concept is essentially if Reigen unlocks psychic powers, but for a huge cost.

So, this AU takes place after the main story where Mob has made peace with ???%. I chose this because I don't want ???% to come out and derail the plot I have planned. Also, during this, I think Serizawa is out on holiday or visiting family or something, because I also don't want him to be present until maybe the end.

Mob had been identified by some evil espers (or regular people) and were insulted (or scared) that he was so strong. So, they decided to do something about him. They sent someone over to Reigen's office to pretend they had a spirit problem; they would weave some scary story about a huge spirit in a lake, and it would be so off-putting that Reigen would be too scared to go without some psychic protection from Mob.

When the person, Reigen and Mob arrive at the lake, the person convinces Reigen to leave for a while (maybe in the car ride, the person took something important from Reigen out of his pocket and hid it). When alone with Mob, the person tries their best to have Mob lower his guard and not have a psychic barrier around him. Once Mob is completely off-guard, the person pulls out a gun and shoots Mob in the head and chest.

Reigen hears the gun shots and decides whatever he left didn't matter, and he needed to check on Mob. When Reigen started running towards where he left Mob, the echoes of the shot were still around, and he could feel a sense of dread rising up inside him and the source of the sounds appeared to be right in front of him.

As Reigen bursts into the scene, he stares in shocked silence, his terror growing exponentially. The person he thought was just another customer was dragging Mob's bleeding body to the lake edge. The person just looks at Reigen over their shoulder, then takes their gun out again and points at Reigen and says something about not wanting to hide another body.

Reigen could feel his emotions rising up in him, and finally culminate with rage. He flung himself at the person, dodging their bullet and knocking them down so they drop Mob. Reigen panicked and quickly went over to hold Mob; he felt even more dread inside as he saw Mob's blood covered shirt and hair up close. Reigen was too stunned for a couple moments, but he was finally able to get his phone and call for an ambulance.

The sound of another gun shot made the air stand still. Or, was it something else? An unbelievable amount of power cascaded out of Reigen as his hand was extended toward the bullet, which was floating completely still mid-air.

Reigen was wielding psychic powers.

But he didn't feel good.

In a moment of pure rage and sadness, Reigen made the bullet fly back to the sender, causing them to fall on their back and bleed out.

Mob is successfully taken to a hospital, where Reigen sits in the waiting room, desperately awaiting news. He decides to call Ritsu and Teru to let them know what happened, and they become shocked and say that they're immediately coming over.

After Reigen hangs up, he leans down and sobs uncontrollably into his lap.

I didn't intend for this to become a short fic-

Obviously, other things would happen after that, but I think it would depend on how the author wants the fic to end.

And I forgot about Dimple

Idk why but I've gotten attached to the idea that sometimes Ritsu wants Dimple to hang around him for a bit, so maybe that was the situation here

This was kinda hard to come up with, since Mob is so powerful, it's hard to present any kind of threat that would effectively take him out. Also I do feel pretty bad about having Mob essentially be an inciting incident, if this were to actually become a fic or comic, he would have more scenes.

Thanks for reading I guess?? And sorry about the heavy angst

[goddamnwebcomics]

Hope this doesn't dredge up any uncomfortable memories you wanted buried. What were the goriest or scariest moments or scenes you've encountered in your years of riffing webcomics?

I don't find gory stuff to be that scary, just kind of gross, but in the world of webcomics gory scenes are often VERY tryhard, especially in the world of Dominic Deegan. That doesn't mean usage of gore doesn't sometimes work, it has to kinda come out of nowhere to be scary.

As for scary scenes, here are five examples off the top of my head. Of course I am discounting most of the unintentionally scary stuff because then this list would be filled with creepy closeups, disturbing chibi faces and World of Friends.

1. The Train Guy's Death from Kit n Kay Boodle

I've listed off this scene so many times now, but it's still probably the most infamous scene from Kit n Kay Boodle outside of the real life arcs. The Train Guy tricks Karastropov to possess him in order to contact Kit and Kay from their secret base, however Karastropov is furious when he learns Train Guy knew them all along, and slowly makes him bleed to death. Such a gory death happening in a mostly-cutesy porn comic is seriously unexpected, which makes it a very memorable scene. I would argue this is one of the few heroes Albert gave an unhappy death, and speaking of Albert, this is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to quality horror from him.

2. The Infernomancer Jump Scare from Dominic Deegan

Dominic Deegan, like I said, tries so goddamn hard to be scary. Deaths of entire crowds, massive eldritch abominations who speak in EVIL gibberish, demon gods with spikes, horns and EVIL TEETH ABLBLBLBLLALSLLBA, once you've seen one of them you've seen them all. The only time Dominic Deegan was kind of scary was during the "Sin City" arc, where Dominic is stuck in his seer coma thing, and suddenly sees Infernomancer's face. While this scene would be a lot more impactful if we didn't see frequent scenes of him killing people while tracking down Deegan's mother Miranda, it's still a kinda spooky scene. Imagine if a creepy face appeared when your eyes were closed.

3. Trasik's Mysterious Child Trafficking Operation from Alien Dice

When it comes to horror, I prefer when the horror is in form of a question mark. Alien Dice pulled this off really well with Trasik's slave ship, which has an entire section full of children. This scene just spawns many questions, until this point we thought Trasik was just a generic determinator obsessed with hunting down and killing Lexx but this whole, concept implied she is more twisted than that. It's one of the few times I was genuinely concerned over a fictional villain's motivations. Later of course some of the mystery was removed when we learned that Trasik just trains these kids to be soldiers and...wait, what happened to these kids? What the hell Tiffany? When are you going to answer that question?

4. Austin's fucked up trilogy from Carnivores

As ridiculous as Carnivores is, sometimes Austin's mind can go off the deep end. First one of these was the Bear Arc, which at first seemed to be a generic "large animals torture a bunch of bipedals" arc, but then it takes a hard left turn when a black lion shows up out of nowhere and eats someone's soul, and somehow it manages to be just as painful as the usual eating scenes in the comic. Then we have "Lion Named Lab" which should really be called "Blue Fox kills everyone", as he kills not only Austin and Lab, but also his minion gnolls. Thankfully the whole thing turns out to be a weird Night Tremor. Same can't be said for Death Note parody arc, which starts off as an unfunny parody but then turns into another "Everybody Dies" arc where the previously comedic Ryuk murders the entire cast, many of these characters originally debuting in earlier arcs. There was no real purpose to it, it just happened. These stories were so goddamn morbid, even with the terrible artstyle and bad writing. I almost have to compliment Austin for that, but I think he needs counceling.

5. Too Many Things from Gene Catlow

If there is one thing Albert is good at writing, it's horror, and I don't just mean unintentional horror. It's so fucking bizarre because this comic tries to appeal to kids and kid-adjacent people every other second, and then you get scary ass imagery out of nowhere that end as soon as they began. We've got skeletons dragging a bunch of puppets into the sand, creepy CGI cats that stalk their victims, Cotton turning into a corpse after acting the Sight of the Soul, Horton being mindraped by his own puppet's ghosts, Michelle's first appearance, Karlsson and Matt's temporary corpses, Borzoi somehow being bloodier than fucking Train Guy after Matt tormented him and most recently, a psychological horror show between Carson and Forzoi. Albert could've probably written a better horror comic than Dave Hopkins.

[crystallllines]

right. body horror story now that it is almost 23:00 and i am in between writing scenes (and I kinda know how this next one will go).

so i’m lying in bed alone; jack wasn’t ready to sleep yet because he was stupid and took adderall too late. and i’m having trouble sleeping. one of the things that happens when i have trouble sleeping is that i become painfully aware of my body— the mass, the fat, the lack of bone definition, hair that needs waxing/shaving, zits… usually.

this night, however, my focus was drawn to something else entirely: my fucking toenails. they had gotten a little long. i thought, “ah, neat, this is actually something i can take care of myself immediately! i don’t just have to bear it and be determined to do better/different in the future!”

because idk if all people have nails like mine, but they’re pretty easy to just.. tear off when they get too long. no need for clippers.

so i reach below the blankets and i bend one knee so my foot is within reach, and i rip all those toenails off easy. nice. fucking great. i move on to the next foot: little toenail? Fine, comes off like i’m peeling off a new sticker. ring-toe? same. index toe? going great until—

that is a lot of nail coming off. either that toenail was freakishly long or— and this twists my stomach, because i have something weird about nails being ripped off— i’m peeling off all the nail— bed included. (for the record, it is not just dark, i am doing this beneath a blanket, so i can’t see shit.)

i pull a little more until— until it gets to the very edge and then i’m squicked out. i’m remembering the time i was 8 or 9 or 10 and i tripped on my across the street neighbors’ stone stairs and ripped off my big toenail, remembering how much that fucking bled. and omg i do not want to bleed all over those sheets, this blanket, my pajamas, and i do NOT want to rip off my whole nail.

i’m a little loopy at this point because i did take my sleeping meds. so the notion of putting my nail back in place? makes perfect sense. i climb out of bed and kinda limp-hop out to jack, because if anyone can put my toenail back on, it’s jack.

i still haven’t taken the time to look at it. the only time i see it is when i put my foot on the couch arm rest closest to jack and he reaches down and just plucks it off and tosses it in the ashtray.

on the one hand, i am relieved that i didn’t have to do that because i was imagining the skin getting caught and accidentally ripping off a small strip of skin down my toe (i think there is a scene in black swan like this, but with fingers, and uhhh… no me gusta, bro. it might be another movie.).

on the other hand, HE WAS SUPPOSED TO PUT IT BACK ON.

anyway, i wrapped it up in a bandaid that needed to be changed the next day because it was sooooo bloody. and by the end of the day, THAT one was soooo bloody. by the third day, it wasn’t bleeding anymore, so i felt safe (but reluctant) to go bandaid-free.

and let me tell you i have never felt more vulnerable in my life for like two days. not just physically vulnerable, but somehow emotionally vulnerable, too. all because my left index toe doesn’t have its little protective shield. it was fucking ridiculous.

Anyway, bio is nice so far. my instructor is a faculty member i befriended during my first month ever taking college classes (we had plans to go shopping together, until she found out I was a student, ooops!) and i’m very excited to be in her class. but she keeps talking about how science is scary— and i understand why, because, like, she’s trying to validate people who are scared of science classes, although… idk, i mean, i suppose they exist, but it would never occur to me to be scared of science classes (physics? maybe). and it’s sort of a bummer every time she says it. but it’s gucci, it’s fine.

[shoyoist]

NOOO THE YELLINGGG i bet hanma doesn't even think he's being harsh cuz he's just havng fun with you guys AHHAHA it would be all

k : "can you stop that?!?"

h : "stop what"

k : "acting like that"

h: "how do i act??"

k: "like an asshole"

but the jiu jitsu thing is so true tho since in film (at least to me ASDFSD) a lot of small sorry dean assassin archetype characters use a lot of jiu jitsu and even in tr rindou uses jiu jitsu!

sidenote tho: is dean an assassin?? i kinda get that vibe from them in this selfship and its really cool like people honestly don't expound on themselves too much in their selfships likee :( tell me about youu yk??

and who knows! maybe hanma thinks its cute when you're squaring up to him like that HAHAH

- 🦆 (OH NOO this was a really long one i'm so sorry)

shuji doesn't think he's doing anything wrong but actually he's scaring the three of us to BITS 😭

and yes! one of dean's roles (along with shuji, because we're in kisaki's team remember!) is to play the part of tenjiku's personal assassin. instead of hiring independent hitmen and subjecting our organization to that risk, dean and shuji clean up after traitors— dean takes care of things as quietly and carefully as she can, but shuji likes making a mess 💀 and they also do the stalking/tailing whenever we suspect a mole or if we think we've got an enemy on our trail.

+ they do special recruitments! like me for instance. when izana asked kisaki for a solution to their lack of reliable medical assistance, kisaki did some digging and discovered me, and dean and shuji did a background check on me personally to make sure i was clean before kisaki, kakucho & izana met with me to talk me into joining.

i dont do much work out on the field. my primary role is to deal with any injuries that the executives (and the whole upper echelon in general) come to me with. apart from that, i help the other execs with paperwork, and i continue my personal work in the medical field now within tenjiku, but when they bring someone in to be questioned? i do that<3

i play good cop and shuji usually plays bad cop, except it's me calmly asking a question and then gesturing to shuji and telling whoever it is that "if you dont give me the answers i want, you'll be dealt with. accordingly." and shuji grins down at them from where he's standing behind me, holding an axe over his shoulder<33

he got the axe specially for times like this (he's only actually used it once or twice, it's too messy to actually fight someone with that thing) and he just waves it around, circles our captive while holding the axe blade so close to their throat, just bringing in the element of fear!

other times, it's dean that plays bad cop. dean is a lot more violent than shuji is (we dont allow shuji to be violent towards the people we're questioning. he goes overboard 🙄).

i tell dean beforehand exactly where to use their knives to cut the captive open where it'll bleed enough to scare but not to actually become fatal, and if they act up while i'm questioning them, dean follows my instructions and uses their knives to make thin, precise cuts that bleed seemingly "too much."

then i tell the captive that dean stabbed them specifically in a place that will make them bleed out and die (the scary amount of blood coming out is a convincing factor for this lie) and that i'll save them only if they hurry up and answer my questions.

it works every single time! kisaki loves me for it because it's such a good plan<3 all of tenjiku just comes to me every time they have a difficult time cracking a captive, and it only brings my name higher on the bar. it's like "rekha ramirez from yokohama tenjiku?? people say she has a way of forcing open anyone's mouth."

so the moment i step into the room, it instills fear into them. they're so afraid of what's happening, and when i get dean to cut them open and lie to their faces about how they're going to bleed out and die within a few minutes, they believe me! in their desperation to be saved and their terrible fear of being on the brink of death, they honestly tell me everything they know.

and i tell dean to patch them up (or i call shuji in for the kill, depending on what the captive has done or confessed) and go write up my lil report and hand it to kisaki, who gives me a kiss for the good work<33

++ hehe dw about making your asks long! my answers are always super long anyway 😭 i hope you're enjoying this HAHA<3

[rivetgoth]

@changretta Hope you don’t mind me answering as a reblog, doing so just in case other people are curious so they’ll see too since I’ve been talking about it on and off for a bit now—

Being on testosterone as somebody with a natal vagina (specifying natal cuz I honestly do not know what the experience for transfem genitals are) causes a side effect usually referred to as “atrophy.” IDK the exact medical terms and explanations so this explanation might be clunky but basically the endocrine system relies on a “map” of the body to put it simply supplied by the dominant sex hormone… so being on T as an AFAB person means the hormone system is trying to map to a male body the best it can, which has a big impact on genital function and the reproductive system. It means some positive changes dysphoria-wise (bottom growth, bigger erections, cessation of periods, etc) and some not-so-great changes (less natural lubrication, thinning of vaginal walls, cramping, etc). The unpleasant changes usually get worse over time because it’s basically a buildup of the body not prioritizing upkeep of the area. At worst it can cause things like atrophy and eventual failure or sepsis of the reproductive organs (VERY worst case scenario, not common), frequent UTIs, and just generally issues like frequent bleeding after sex, painful penetration, painful urination, or a constant sense of “chafing” between the labia due to the lack of natural lubrication. This all varies from person to person a lot tho.

I’ve been experiencing some of these for awhile and they’ve gotten progressively worse over time. Recently I’ve started cramping very badly a few times a month, had discomfort peeing, some really painful dry chafed skin, and the thing that finally made me start taking hormonal medication for it is that I’ve started having a REALLY hard time with any vaginal penetration, it hurts and recently has started bleeding almost every time, including a really scary moment recently when there was sooooo much blood I honestly was scared I was bleeding internally somehow and freaked the fuck out.

So the solution for AFAB people on T is to take a topical estrogen. This is the same thing that’s prescribed to many cis ladies who have very very similar issues once they undergo manopause, since that’s also related to lowered estrogen. It’s basically a cream or a pill (a pill in my case) that goes on and/or inside of the vagina. The estrogen disperses through the area, but it’s such a small amount that it doesn’t have any major feminizing effects and remains mostly localized—any amount that does go into the blood wouldn’t be nearly enough to counteract the effect of the hormone therapy. But (like with everything trans related, tbh) it isn’t a super well-documented treatment for trans men and it does come with some really weird changes that I honestly wasn’t super prepared for when I first tried it. My doctor talked to me about it like it was more of a moisturizing lotion, but I didn’t really process until I first used it that it’s literally impacting the genital region not unlike HRT (just not across the full body), so things, like… change in weird ways that tbh at first almost felt like my genitals were being, like… detransitioned. It changes the functionality of things down there a bit, it basically encourages the area to start behaving as if the body was on E again instead of the T that the rest of the body is operating with.

It’s all kinda precarious for me right now. I tried it for the first time like a month ago and freaked out because the changes brought about a MASSIVE dysphoria-induced panic attack. I did a bunch more research and finally sucked it up and tried it again and now I’m a few days into the treatment and struggling a little with uncertainties about the side effects/risks/changes, but also trying to embrace this as a necessary step to take care of my body and inhabit it comfortably and authentically. If I want to stay on T and have penetrative sex it is the best solution 😭

Anyway uhhh this is probably way more than you needed but I wanted to go in-depth again just in case you or anyone else is not aware of these things because TBH I didn’t know much about the specific details of this stuff until it started happening to me and I think it’s pretty important for people to know, and I’ve always been pretty transparent about transsexual genitals because I feel like it’s very very underdiscussed so uh. Yeah LOL sorry 😅

I feel like in a weird way I’m getting acquainted with my body a third time with this topical estrogen treatment. Pre-T my dysphoria was so bad I barely LOOKED between my legs. Testosterone changed sooooo much for me even if it didn’t completely solve the dysphoria. I’ve spent the last 4.5 years fostering a completely new relationship with my genitals and only a few days in the E is clearly having at least a small effect on how things operate down there. It’s really weird but it’s something I’m going into with so much less dysphoria than prior and so much more confidence in myself and what I want and a better relationship to sex and sexuality and renewed hope and vigor that it’ll lead to an overall healthier wellbeing and more comfor in the long term. Eugh.

[i-arch-my-backula]

hey, im having a true anxiety moment for reasons and i was wondering if i could get some hurt x comfort headcanons for Billy Lenz, Chop Top, Bubba, Thomas, Vincent, Bo, Brahms, and Eddie Munson with an s/o who has to get surgery( minor or extreme) and is absolutely terrified of surgery and medical stuff. i might have to have surgery on my damn face and i am very scared. your writing always makes me happy and keep being amazing <3

I’m so sorry this took so long, it was kinda hard for me to come up with ideas lately. I'm not the best at comforting people so I'm sorry if this really sucks. Also I like to keep things cannonical for my writing, like events of fics and headcannons taking place in the time the media is set it. This goes along with keeping slashers who live off the grid well off the grid. But it doesn't really matter to me this time because getting surgery, especially surgery on your face is scary. I've had surgery before, thankfully when I was younger and I don't remember much of it but I do have to get my wisdom teeth out soon and I am dreading it so much. I hope this help sooth your nerves a bit. You've got support from me on this too. Reader is gn.

Includes: Billy Lenz, Chop Top and Bubba Sawyer, Vincent and Bo Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire and Eddie Munson

Warnings: Surgery mentions, paranoia, strong language, talk of medical issues, Billy calling reader pretty piggy

Billy Lenz

You found out that you're going to have to get surgery to remove impacted teeth in the back of your mouth and you are terrified.

When you went to Billy crying he got very worried about you. He held you close to his chest and waited for you to tell him what was wrong.

When you do tell him whats wrong he doesn't fully understand but he doesn't let that stop him from comforting you. "Pretty piggy shouldn't worry. Pretty piggy will be fine. Billy will make sure pretty piggy is ok."

He'll do everything in his power to make sure you stay calm and think rationally. He'll talk about how doctors do things like that all the time and it won't be too long.

If he ever find you crying or stressing about it he'll hold you close to him and let you tell him everything. "Pretty piggy is safe with Billy. Billy won't let anyone hurt his pretty piggy,"

Chop Top Sawyer

After a visit to the doctors you find out you have to have surgery on your neck to treat a blockage in an artery. You've been stressing about that surgery since you found out you needed it.

Chop Top quickly caught onto what was going on and tries his best to comfort you. He'll talk about how when he got the plate his head he went under and never felt anything. I feel like he'd have a ton of other surgeries like getting stitches as a kid or even as an adult by Bubba.

He'll talk about all the times you've been super brave while at the house with them and how if you could get them to keep you alive you can survive a common surgery.

He’s gonna try to keep you distracted as much as he can by bringing you little trinkets and bones that he thinks are really cool. 

He’s not super good with emotions but he’ll listen to your worries and try to figure out how to comfort you from there. 

Bubba Sawyer

Just like with Chop Top you have to have surgery on an artery and you’re so worried something is going to go wrong and you’ll bleed out. When you tell Bubba about your worries he pulls you into a hug right away. 

Whenever he sees you getting worried he pulls you away from whatever you’re doing and holds you in his arms. He understands if you don’t want to talk to him about it but he just wants to try to make it better. 

He’s gonna do whatever he can to distract you from those feeling of stress and worry. Other people have said he has an emotional support chicken and I agree totally. He’ll let you hold it and have it sit in your lap. 

He’ll have Drayton make you your favorite foods and the twins keep it down. He’ll keep all the killing outside and keep the noise down. 

He’ll give you little projects to take your mind off the stress of the surgery. He’s not gonna let you stress more than you need to. 

Vincent Sinclair

After your nose got broken by a tourist you tried to heal it on your own, but once it didn’t get better Bo took you to the hospital and found out you have to get surgery to realign the bones. 

When you got back to the house you ran to Vincent for comfort. Crying about how scared you are to get it done. He holds you there and listens to you cry. 

He’s had his fair share of surgeries himself because of his deformity so he understands how scary it can be to get that done. He’ll sign to you about how you’ll he ok and that surgeries are really safe now.

He’s gonna promise to love you no matter how the surgery goes.

He’ll keep you busy by having you pose for him or getting you to help him with whatever art he’s making.

Bo

Like with Vincent you need to get surgery on your nose to realign your nose. Bo is quick to tell that you’re very nervous.

He’ll keep reassuring you that you’ll be fine and that you shouldn’t worry. He might get gross about all of the injuries he’s endured and survived.

“Then this other time I got a 4 inch knife stuck in my hip and Vinny had to sew me up. It took a real long time to heal and it left a nasty scar.”

He’s gonna make sure you know that getting the surgery is better than your nose looking wonky and getting infected.

He knows when you’re stressing and he takes you away from whatever you’re doing and whatever chores he has then help you calm down. He’s not gonna let you sit around and be all worried. If you’re gonna be worried you’ll be worried in his arms.

Brahms

After a lot of trouble with one of your knee joints you find out that you have a cyst there and you have to get it removed with surgery. 

When you tell Brahms about this and he sees how worried you get he gets really worried about it too. 

Brahms never got the medical attention he needed and he wishes he could have gone back and gotten it so he’s not letting you back out of this. He’ll be sure to be sensitive and kind about it though. He doesn’t want to scare you further. 

He’ll be so supportive. He’ll pull out old medical books and talk to you about how far medical advancements have come. If this just makes it worse he’ll stop talking about it.

He’s gonna help around the house with chores to his best ability to take stress off of you (ignore the fact that he’ll probably not to a great job and you’ll have to help clean up after him).

Eddie Munson

You find out that you need to get surgery on your hand to remove something blocking joints in your fingers. When you go to Eddie and he sees how stressed you are about it he’ll get stressed too.

“Hey Y/N come on don’t worry sweetheart you’ll be fine I promise.”

He’ll he extra nice to you while you deal with this. You wanna braid his hair? Go ahead he’s already sitting for you. You wanna watch some dumb romance movie with him? He’s grabbing the popcorn.

Constant reassurance that you’ll be ok with him. “ I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you. It’s a 1/10000 chance that you get hurt ok darling?”

Will check in a lot more often. If the two of you don’t see each other one day he always calls you at night so you two can talk. But if he doesn’t get to see you that day the calls will be a lot longer and me might call a few extra times in the day just to make sure you’re ok. If you need him to come over he’s already on his way.

[brb-on-a-quest]

#i'll be honest that story is my only point of reference for Dante's inferno#so if you ever want to infodump about it I'd love to listen

^@igotthisaccountunderduress

Editing to add that: I did try to find your video but youtube told me it's not available :( :( :( :( (SIGH)

(I was kinda hoping someone would ask bc I do have a great idea for the fanfic plot and details I think) Disclaimer that things that seem to be fact are from my notes which means they are from the much beloved and awe/terror-inspiring Dr. V and I haven't done additional research. Also this infodump is as my beloved other english professor said is going to be like taking a motorcycle through an art gallery, so if you're interested, you should look for it :)

I actually really enjoyed reading Inferno (to be fair, I read it with one tab up and Sparknotes (my beloved) up on the other side so I could fully understand what was going on, but in comparison to the other epics/poetry that we've read in this course it's a lot more shorter and easier to understand as a translation? (this makes sense it's drastically more recent in comparison to Virgil or Homer).

Uhhh main things to note is Dante's Absolutely A Petty Italian who was exiled by Florence for being in the Wrong Political Party at the time (RIP Guelphs) and he took that so well (not at all) and started ripping on every Florentine political opponent who he hated. Like it is a spiritual commentary that's been highly influential in our cultural depections (although not doctrine), its also the rage of a middle-aged Italian Man who had survived many things. Fun Fact, after Florence Banished him under threat of death, his body was hidden under a staircase in a Franciscan(?) monestary for over 2 centuries bc Florence hated him that much. Then Florence tried to ask for his body back and Ravenna (where he's buried) said "no, you literally didn't want him, he's ours now."

So some of the things that I find Cool about Dante's Inferno are:

We get up close and personal with the sinners and find out exactly what they did to deserve hell. For example, Dante (the mc) and Virgil (his guide) talk with a lot of the sinners and find out "ok yeh this is what you did" and Dante (the mc) actually faints twice during this part of the epic trilogy bc some of these Sinners are not so different from himself. Which, IMO, feels like that needed to be emphasized. Because at least where I'm at, people seem to consider everyone in hell as monsters and that doesn't seem to be the Christian attitude to have? Like "Love everyone as I have loved you" includes people in Hell and Satan (this doesn't mean treat them good, it just means don't be a jerk and memento mori). Dante (the mc) Kinda Conveniently forgets this fact when he, as an alive person, starts blindly attacking other damned souls who he was enemies with pre-trip to hell.

Secondly, the punishments in hell are *very* physical. Like Dante (the author) fully ensures that you have full description with all of the senses and more. Things stink, things feel gross, things are bleeding constantly, things look scary, like all of the senses are engaged (part of the reason why I think it got popular and an interpretation of hell bc engaging all of the senses meant it caught a lot of reader and poetic imagination that probably scared a lot of ppl when reading), but when you go through Purgatory (which I read once in high school, so yay that's coming in handy), all of your senses start getting used less and less as you go through the levels. Like by the time you get to Paradise the only senses Dante uses is are sight and hearing. There's no smell, there's no touch, there's no taste. Which is an interesting take that probably has philosophical implications about how we need seeing and hearing to bass on beliefs and Dante (the mc) is supposed to be having a vision so those are the only two requirements.

Thirdly, I find it really beautiful that Inferno and Purgatory are inverses of each other. Because Inferno is set up so that it's an inverted cone with the layers getting smaller and smaller as their are fewer people committing more grievous of sins (there are just three people in the deepest depths of hell). And Purgatory is a mountain where there are also fewer people as you go up and get closer to heaven. It's poetic. Like of course those two things are Complementary of each other because one is showing the Divine Justice and the Other is showing Divine Mercy in Dante's mind. Idk, cool worldbuilding detail man, idk what people want from me.

Dante also was very particular with detail sometimes and not with others: so there are 100 cantos (chapters) in all of the divine comedy, Hell has 34 (bc its imperfect) and both Purgatory and Heaven both have 33. Because he was a poet he did all of this in a tertia rima style so ABA BCB CDC which is not easy. But then, again, he's a little bit random with the people he puts in hell vs heaven vs purgatory? Like Virgil, his guide, is technically a citizen of Limbo (one of the circles of hell), because he doesn't think he ever was a "Christian before Christ" like other people did. But then there were other Roman poets that he puts in purgatory Because "Oh they were absolutely Secret Christians" Like, they were living in the time of Emperor Nero where Christians were being fed to wild animals and being live human torches, I don't think there were many people would've wanted to secretly practice Christianity at that point unless they fully believed it. I mean, is it possible, yes? Likely, nah. But you can definitely tell (especially with anything related to Florence) that his moral placements are based on Vibes.

Pros: I get to write fan fiction of Dante's Inferno for one of my projects for English.

Cons: My Scary Russian Prof who is Crazy Talented has to read my fan fiction of Dante's Inferno.

[xtinyaurora]

Hi! Can I request a Yandere!Ateez reaction to you running away? I know it’s the standard but I thought it would be easier for the beginning :)

Yandere!Ateez reaction: Their Y/N tries to run away

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➼ requested: yes

➼ genre: yandere, smut

➼ gender neutral + Ateez / gnxateez

➼ Word-count: 1386 words

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, spanking, slapping, punching, pet names, degradation, yandere themes, psychopathic, blood, violence, yelling, cuffing,...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction. In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging or promoting yandere behavior or lifestyle. Read at your own risk!!!

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Park Seonghwa

He slowly traced the knife over your naked body, you laying on the bed, cuffed and blindfolded. The only thing heard were your tiny whimpers, until his chuckle broke the silence. „What’s wrong, baby, did I ruin your plans?” Well, he did. Yes, you might be dumb for trying to run away, but it seemed so easy. Seonghwa was gone, going grocery shopping and since you weren’t locked in your room this night, you took that opportunity and broke the tiny bathroom window (since the other doors & windows were locked). So as you were trying to squeeze yourself through that window, Seonghwa returned. Scared and confused about his early return, he told you about the cameras. After harshly pulling you out of that widow, he got you into your current state. You cried, begged and tried to apologize but he didn’t wanted to listen to you. „Pathetic” said the male in front of you with an angry yet unimpressed face. The sound of his belt was heard. „Let’s teach you a proper lessen, yea?”

Kim Hongjoong

He told you to follow his rules, or there will be bad consequences. You didn’t listen. Oh how dumb you are to beak one of his most important rules. „Please, I will do everything you want but please stop!” you cried out loudly. Hongjoong only looked at you with his demonic eyes, smirking at you. „Oh, you want me to stop?” he mocked you with a voice, similar to your own. „Want me to stop pulling out your nails, to stop with the constant whipping and punching and to stop biting your skin so it doesn’t bleed? No, slut, I am not gonna stop, because I’ve told you many times not to break the rules. I’ve told you to never try and run away from me, but, you didn’t listen. So take responsibility for your actions and live with the consequences, dumb pet.”

Jeong Yunho

„You’ve hurt me.” said the guy in front of you, disappointed and angry. „Yunho, I am so sorry, but I can’t do this anymore, please try to understand me.” you cried, kneeling in front of him, hands behind your back. „No, I don’t understand, and I won’t ever understand and do you know why? Because I give you everything you want, everything you can dream of, take care of you and love you to death, and this is the way you repay me? Are you serious, Y/N?” He started to form tears in his eyes while talking. Honestly, you felt kinda bad and ashamed because he was right. He actually really treats you like a royalty, expect for not letting you out of course. He never forgot to buy your favorite flowers before coming home and he never failed to realize when you felt down, taking care of you and not leaving your side for a second. „I am sorry, but I need to show you that you can’t always have it your way, baby. You’ve tested my patience... Come on turn around and get on all fours.”

Kang Yeosang

Stupid. That’s what Yeosang thought of you right now. How could you be so stupid, asking his friends for help? Since you knew his phone password, you texted his friends and tried to explain what kind of a psycho your boyfriend was and that you needed help to escape. Of course, no one believed you. After deleting everything, you putted his phone back, sitting on the couch quietly. „Here.” your boyfriend gave you a bowl of popcorn, starting the movie you were planning to watch. After 10 minutes, Yeosang took his phone from under the pillow, checking what you were up to since he saw how you typed on it before. One of his best friends, Wooyoung, texted him, asking about what his lover told them earlier. Yeosang got red out of anger. „Hey, baby?” he asked. You slowly turned you head in his direction, panicking. „Yes?”. „Did you play with my phone?”. Silence. Now he looked at you and before anything else, you felt his fist in your face. Not once or twice but around 12 times in a row, face starting to bleed. „Stupid thing, what do you think you are doing?! I will make you regret this.”

Choi San

„Yea, you like that, slut?” growled the male behind you. He’s in the middle of ripping your ass apart, punishing you for trying to run away. You idiot thought you could cuff him to the bed while he was sleeping and take his keys to get out of there. Oh how dumb you are. „You little piece of shit, I am going to hurt you so bad. How dare you to pull something like this, huh?!” did the psycho scream at you. He turned you around, grabbing your neck, putting pressure on it and spitting on your face. Then he started slapping you in the face. „Learn your place, pet. Don’t you dare to do something as stupid as this again because next time, I am not only going to break those pretty legs but your arms too, is this understood?”. You only nodded, too terrified to speak. „Good. Now let me get a knife, so I can crave my name into your beautiful soft skin, hm?”

Song Mingi

You were tied to a chair, sitting in the cold and scary basement. Slowly, you heard the door opening. Mingi entered the room looking at you coldly. He had a small bag in his left hand, slowly placing it on the table a few feet from you. He then opened the bag, pulling out a hammer, a knife and an axe. He stared at them for a minute, until he took the axe into his hand and came towards your frightened figure. You began to panic, violently shaking your head. „Oh my god, please don’t.” you begged. As he didn’t stop, you closed your eyes. He kneeled down in front of you, placing the axe above your left knee. „I’ve told you to never run. I’ve told you that if you do something as stupid as this, I will hurt you. Not because I want to, but because I have to.” After finishing his sentence, he raised his hand, ready to chop you leg off.

Jung Wooyoung

You’ve seen this boy get mad, but this time he was completely different. This boy was an ass, now adding more annoyance and brutality to it. He made fun of your crying figure, calling you a crybaby and telling you to shut up. „Cut it. I said that I don’t want to hear your fucking voice. Annoying brat.” did he say while giving you another harsh spank with his belt. Your whole body felt numb at this point. Even if you wanted to move, you just couldn’t. „Ohhh, already giving in?” He laughed. „Come on you can do better than that. Straighten that back!” he started yelling at you. Since you failed to move nor talk, you remind quiet, angering him even more. He pulled you up by your hair so you could look him deep into his eyes. He then started to smirk „Oh, we will have so much fun tonight!”

Choi Jongho

Smack! A few more following close behind. Your ass probably had the shades of red, no, purple by now. I mean, Jongho is a strong man, of course his hits are a lot harder. He had you bend over his leg for over 30 minutes now, not a single glimpse of pity. You felt how the blood floated over your tights all the way to the ground. „What? Does it hurt?” you couldn’t make out any emotions in his voice. Was he still mad or was he trying to show some sympathy? You nodded your head, hoping that he would stop. But the only thing coming out of his mouth was a simple „Good.” When he stood up, you thought it was over but dang it, how dumb you were to think that. He placed you on the bed, then took his clothes off. He grabbed his phone and told you to strip. He stared filming you while so, fucking you roughly afterwards, still filming. „After our little session, I will send and post this everywhere so everyone know who you belong to and who’s names matters to you. Show everyone how good you can be for me, come on.”

[boytouya]

babe,,, I’m gonna need some more dilf reader x dabi of dabi taking the children to school when reader is too sleepy to

𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

a/n: i did not mean to make this lowkey angsty , i can rewrite it if you want it to go differently! i wanna note that the kids were not scared of dabi because he’s abusive or anything, they’ve just never met someone like him before.

Warning: Parenting, slight angst/ hurt/comfort, very vague mentions/hints of endeavor’s parenting

“Didn’t know you drive, D.” Your daughter steals the passenger's seat next to Dabi before your son can, shimmying into the seat and kicking her feet against the bottom of the dashboard. She has an adorable speech impediment, it’s nearly impossible for him to deny her. Usually Dabi drives his motorcycle to and from your apartment, but he couldn’t take two kids to school like that. That would be dangerous. Bad-ass, but dangerous. He taps his fingers against the steering wheel, looking for buckled seat belts before he shifts gears and pulls out of his parking space.

“I’ll have to take you out on my motorcycle sometime,” Dabi responds, looking straight ahead as he presses gently on the gas pedal and turns on the radio. He can practically feel the excitement dancing in the air. “Your dad let you listen to this kinda music?”

Your son perks up (Dabi can see him through the rear view mirror) with an enthusiastic shake to his head. Dabi can guess what he says before it even comes out. He knows these kids like the back of his hand, and he considers taking that wrong turn through an alleyway was the best decision of his life. Something about them is almost uncanny to you, he wonders if it’s just their eyes. But that’s not entirely it. You’re all so pure hearted.

“We can listen to anything cause you’re cool, right D?” That makes Dabi raise his eyebrows.

“You could say that.” He sounds smug, laughing quietly to himself as he turns up the volume. He has to remind himself not to run red lights, not to speed up or play footsie with police cars driving by. He pulls his hood over his head just in case. He can’t risk anything with your kids. One day he wants them to be his kids too. At a red light he twirls his engagement ring around his finger.

“I wish Daddy was here...He lets us get donuts before school.”

“No he doesn’t, liar!”

“Yes he does!”

“Watch it.” Dabi looks through the rear view mirror and then straight ahead, his polished nails digging into the steering wheel. He forgets he’s dealing with kids sometimes, so he has a few slip ups. A few years ago he wouldn’t have even considered kids people, let alone drive them to school. He didn’t even know he was capable of feeling emotions like love so strongly! He was fueled by hate, and as much as it burned his insides it would never compare to the warmth you made him feel; your family made him feel. They don’t cower in fear like they used to, and Dabi doesn’t know how to apologize. That or he’s tired of apologizing. But he knows you all understand, so he tries to compensate. “I’ll get you donuts if you do good today.”

There’s a small hand on his within a few seconds, and he nearly crashes the car at the sight of it. Your daughter is staring right at him, her uncomfortably warm hand resting on his as he drives.

“Daddy says you get angry sometimes but you don’t mean it,” Kids are never this cute. There’s no way you managed to raise them like that. Maybe it’s cute because it’s coming from her, but she’s just as unfiltered as other kids her age. “You used to be kinda scary sometimes but we still love you, D.”

He doesn’t want to be scary. He wants to be the best dad he can be. He wants to make them happy and hear them laugh. He wants to unconditionally love and be unconditionally loved back.

A small thumb runs across his cheek.

“Um, you’re bleeding.” Your son observes, sounding slightly concerned.

Dabi moved his hand to ruffle the hair of the two children beside and behind him. They love him. They love him. It sinks in and creates a pit in his stomach. It’s only ever full when he’s around you and your family. The second you leave it’s empty again. The car slows as it pulls into the drop off lane of the elementary school.

“I love you too,” Their faces noticeably brighten. They scramble to collect their belongings and lunch boxes, but manage to grab everything and head out the car. “Have a good day at school.”

The car doors are shut just after Dabi’s ears pick up the sound of your children talking, their voices creating a mutual agreement as they say, “I wanna walk next time so we can hold hands! I wish D can be our dad too.”

Dabi’s excitement almost ignites your steering wheel.

[mikimagines]

within summer blooms. (which taunt you.)

nagito k. / fem ghost! reader.

tags: angst, no happy ending, right person wrong time, major character death, hurt no comfort (kinda).

writting is not checked: we die like ghost! reader.

(reader is the former ultimate gardener, yes…it’s important to the story.)

small inspirations from animes you might know! (or not.) ; tbhk (mitsuba/kou and…tsukasa) and madoka magica. …mostly tbhk.

this was requested by @adelia-chan ! ☆ thank you!

—

nagito always had horrible luck.

no matter where he went, it would end in ways that nobody has seen before. it was a shame to be unlucky, but with the ways of luck, things never change, not even for the victims of despair…

yet, trapped inside of hope’s peak academy was a strange yet non surprising way he got trapped. summer break was coming sooner than expected, so most students rush to do something to celebrate on their finale exams; college exams. leaving lesser students to do all of the cleaning, which nagito was one of them. . .

and when nagito was finishing up his duties it was only him left, and everyone always forgets about him so the school was left to close for the afternoon. it was stupidly his luck, that left him in this way and staying over night might get him in trouble, so finding a way to get out would be the most important.

and to his disappointment, every door was sealed shut. not even with any of his tricks it wouldn’t work. although he did remember when he did knock down a door accidentally, due to his luck. so the student council has to make all of the doors: “nagito-proof” it makes him a weridly thankful that they could name something out of something he did.

which during his entire rant, on how thankful he is to be part of such a delight indeed, a ghost, who was actually in the middle of going to her (old) garden saw the pale-haired boy infront of the door.

you weren’t really into the fact that he was rambling into something, you just had to make sure he was ok. yet, you forgot that people have known to be afraid of ghost…which you are.

“hey, are you ok?” you replied to the boys, thoughts of respect.

and yet, you were scared.

if he gets scared like the people, who you simply need to know if that they remember correctly that it was you, their friend.

…

and if they don’t, it wouldn’t end that much well for you. especially with the stupidly naive deal you made to see everyone again, family, friends. it was your only chance, so taking it would be a final way to say goodbye.

correct?

—

it was a silent pause into nagitos thoughts. it was extremely his bad luck knowing that he is stuck inside his school, know with a ghost who is in front of him, with concern in their eyes.

“hey…hey! are you ok? the more you stare at me the more my flowers are going to wilt!” you snarled at the boy, not knowing what to do.

it was only a few minutes anyways and he finally spoke even with all the questions his head.

seeing ghosts face to face are a thing that nobody has truly seen.

yet to him, he has seen one. not only is that “unlucky.” it is truly lucky. maybe he can learn more about death more. he’s not afraid of it, maybe.

you facepalm at the boy, currently you were going to get to your garden, and now your stuck with a person who isn’t even afraid of you.

he was just shocked. your smirked for a little, taking that way, since nagito has wasted 30 minutes of your time. it would be better to do the same, yes?

and to your shock as well, he agreed to you taking him to your “garden”, unlike any other average student, example: your very own friend, they think your “garden” is truly where you are going to drag them into the same fate as you.

so they leave…well run away from you, leaving you alone, once again. is this just your loneliness, maybe just a eternal curse you will have until you truly pass on.

and for nagito, he just…agrees like a lost puppy dog that wants to know everything about you. this is a rare time that nagito has now seen in his life. which was you, a finally seen not as a scary illusion from guilt. but as a new friend.

ah, you couldn’t think that much about him, it was only your first time seeing him, and you barely had any time.

being the anniversary of your death soon and soon enough the time you truly have to go, any finally rest for another life.

finally, you went to your small garden. it was blooming more than normal, as the suns blesses with its shine and “love.” it was a easy job. it was your garden obviously, a place full of memories, a place where you could be happy with everyone.

and with nagito with you and him listening to every word your saying, it gives you happy memories. the things you truly wanted to do one last time with everyone, wouldn’t it just be so great?

“hmm…are these roses?” nagito asked during your rambling while watering your bonsai.

you put down your watering can and got ready to ramble about the flowers and the meaning of them.

until you saw nagitos bleeding finger, and was getting on your precious daisy’s, which wasn’t exceptional to you as you scolded the laughing man like a mother.

time passed fastly after that, faster than you can imagine, also you promised to get him out of the school so he can get to his apartment before his classmates start a search party.

yes, even if the barely care for him. it was still needed. no matter what. you sighed, once more you took him to the opened door from a security’s guard (which you accidentally scared.)

and waved goodbye.

—

after that fateful afternoon it was a shock to see nagito stay a little more while at the school, most thought he was up to something big, while the class just took it off as him finally getting “a touch of grass” — hiyoko.

also you both actually introduced yourselves, although you were seemingly confused on how he’s the ultimate “luck” he didn’t seem that much lucky to you. and for you, introducing yourself as the (former) ultimate gardener was easy to figure out due to context clues.

it was slightly embarrassingly, only for you… yet nagito just clapped it off as you still being a symbol of hope.

ah, anyways…

—

it’s been about 2 weeks since the fateful day you meant with nagito. (and more importantly, the day you have to go soon.)

he was almost like a close friend, honestly. every time after-school he would come and visit you and your garden and even learned much about how plants have meanings.

yet, you were on the clock. you had been trying for months just to actually get your friends to remember you, yet it didn’t work. all you did was hurt your friends more and more with just being a ghost.

why?

because of guilt.

once someone goes, you can’t see them again, nor can’t say your true feelings or even be with them, not even a hug or a laugh.

they just, disappear. and so with you being a ghost, they think it’s their mind taunting them for not saying goodbye.

or the feeling of self guilt; like it’s their fault.

yet for nagito, he’s just so confusing never scared of anything and you know much about him even when he shows his true personality.

and yet, harm can come in many ways. horrible ways that you can’t say it. you can feel it. so why not just say your true feelings?

…

it’s that easy! right…?

—

exorcists are dangerous to ghosts.

they bring harm and fear to the ghosts and with no mercy in some ways. which brings terror and puts the ghost in ways that they are not ready to say goodbye yet;

or truly pass on,yet some are kind and want to help the ghosts. but flowers aren’t truly that perfect. no matter how kind they look.

take a example, roses. they look pretty, and yet so dangerous that it would harm the ones who dare to touch it.

it was actually the same with you and the ultimate exorcist. as she has had complaints about you in the past, an extremely confused ghost.

yet she gave you time to truly say goodbye to your friends, and of course you accepted the final days you can see everyone and try to talk to friends and family.

most would see this as a blessing, yet to your friends they truly thought you were just there to give them more grief to your death.

(they didn’t know it was truly you, so it gives them a point or two. but they are actually a little stupid..so take off a point.)

and that stupid exorcist, she knows. she knew that you were going to fail anyways and is a entire master at gaslighting you.

and today, you weren’t going to fail. one more time, just one more time!

but you failed.

again, and again.

no matter how hard or how kind you look. it never works. even when nagito tries to calm you down and even tried to talk to them, they would just find him even more scary to the experiences of seeing you.

and today.

the final day you can try to talk to them.

you failed.

you…failed.

like shattered glass, it was giving you more despair, and it gets more shattered everytime until the sunlight, the memories taunt you.

the car crash, the everything.

why…how.

it was just all over your mind, no one was their to be with you anymore, since nagito went home for the day, which will be the last day he will truly see you.

…

why?

I’ll recommend asking the exorcist.

—

note: this will be a little, uncomfortable(?) and it’s not that important to the story at least. so if it does, please skip.

it was truly a painful experience.

you couldn’t do anything about it, because she was just too fast.

all you could do was scream for no one, the exorcist had you by the heart. it was unavoidable. you couldn’t say your true feelings yet, you couldn’t say anything.

maybe, if you weren’t such a idiot and went to the flower shop that day. maybe this wouldn’t happened. maybe, you could of confessed your true feelings to nagito.

but it was way to late, way to late. like the day another person confessed to your crush the day you were going to confess and they accept the other persons confession.

they have a life together, and all you can do was sit back to watch, you could never have a happy life or do regular teenagers things anymore.

you were a ghost, after all. so maybe, it should be your turn to go. forever.

those were the words that came out of your head and the exorcists mouth while taunting you.

and yet,, soon enough.

you were finally going to rest. (not) peacefully.

the exorcist smirked at the work she has done, and left. hopefully you can finally rest.

it was only fate.

after all.

a fate, you can truly. never change, which will taunt you all the way to your final grave.

—

nagito was worried, he hasn’t seen you in a while. not in the garden or the koi pond. you just, left.

he thought for a second: we’re you truly sick of him? I mean, he does ramble a lot and he does say a lot of stupid things.

but you always listened, so why would you leave? he had so many questions that had to be answered. maybe it was his luck? or maybe just him? he has no clue.

his top priority is to find you, I mean who else is going to show him your garden and ramble about all of the flowers you have and their meaning.

he had to figure out quickly, although. maybe your old friends or maybe that exorcist you were scared of said has something to say.

he was just truly, worried. so he had to figure out, quickly. in the name of hope! (and flowers.)

—

one by one, your friends talked about you, how you were just, a sweetheart. even if you were so tough with them. you had your ways of making friends especially in that one garden you had.

the way you died was…messy to say the least, from nagitos research of you most of your friends looked near to crying.

it was a painful way to go, any you were just looking for something so innocent.

roses.

from the garden shop. but to your horrible luck, you got ran over badly by a speeding cars. (nearby people even said you looked both ways.)

and your death was something that they couldn’t change at all. it still gives them pain to that day, especially because you had a closed casket…

after the entire exchange was over, they were pretty worried out on how some random guy from a nearby class asked them such random questions.

yet nagito moved on. to that ultimate exorcist.

—

it was a small yet big talk for him, not only because the exorcist just said that they killed you, the exorcist just treated it like a simple case of a average ghost.

I would say it pissed him off, but he’s always just so calm, putting his true personality would lead to things like him being put out of school (again.)

but for you, you were truly just gone.

not a person nor a ghost.

just a concept they never existed. like, never existed, only the things you loved and liked were still their.

you truly just disappeared, you couldn’t even say anything yet for him, not even he could say anything for you as well.

—

all he can do is just stare at that one bonsai tree you have to him, it was actually your “confession” he was just too confused.

and once again, I think he would just feel deep, sadness. not that he could see you or hear you talk about plants and koi fish again.

but that you couldn’t say your true feelings.

—

nagito always has bad luck. it was something, he couldn’t stop and once again.

he has lost someone important again.

—

extra:

you gave nagito a small bonsai tree, it was truly your favorite in the entire world. you always had it with you and was your first priority. but, you gave it to nagito, it always gave you good luck when you were alive.

maybe it will give good luck to him, he deserves it more than you.

he did ask why it has roses with it.

you just laughed at him, maybe it could be something like to remember you by. if you ever go. of course.

—

authors note:

I apologize for things like not being accurate to the nagito’s character or maybe it being too boring??? I mean this took me about a hour or two.

you guys own me a reroll account/hj

- mod mikan.

[kokororyuu]

once more [levi ackerman x reader]

synopsis: it was impossible. he would never see you again, levi thought, but perhaps he had jinxed himself. though he didn’t regret a single thing.

warnings ⚠️: angst, major character death(s), manga SPOILERS, (brief) suicidal thoughts, brief description of gore

word count: 2k

author’s note: i think this is one of my best works yet, like i literally LOVE love this one :>>, i think the only part i was kinda “ehhh” about was the part where [eradicated] dies because i cannOT write gore </3, but either way, have fun reading, bubs!!

PART ONE: miles apart

he missed you.

god, he missed you so much.

he still remembered your touch, your smile, your words, no matter how irritating they’d get when they interfered with work, but he couldn’t even blame you for being on his mind. after all, it was him who was attracted to you.

and in your last moments, you had whispered the same to him.

you were so addictive, like the tea he served himself daily. not too bitter, not too sweet, a perfect mix of flavors that seemed to wash away his unspoken confessions on the tip of his tongue every time he took another sip, leaving a bitter aftertaste and unsettled emotions.

levi couldn’t stay still in his office, burying himself in paperwork only to change his mind and toss his quill down with a sigh. he drew back the curtain in his office to stare blankly at the moon, now full as it had been that day; bright, blue, and breathtakingly beautiful. he scoffed at himself, he couldn’t believe he had caught himself gawking at the moon, its light casting shadows that danced around his room with the swishing curtains.

he just wanted to see you once more.

not mangled and broken, bleeding out beside him outside the walls, but with that familiar smile of yours that shone brighter than the stars, the sun, and held warmth that levi craved so badly.

the thought lingered for a second as he continued to gaze at the moon before he shook his head, how foolish of me, to think he would be able to see you again. his fingers traced the windowsill as he stayed deep in thought, maybe in another life, he mused before pulling out a book hange gave him from one of the drawers on his desk, lighting a lamp and beginning to read where he had previously left off…

“then i defy you, stars!”

levi didn’t know how he ended up in this position.

having fought over a dozen of titans, most abnormal, on his own after all of the cadets he had taken with him died, it wasn’t a surprise that he couldn’t avoid the quick swing of the titan on his left as he tried to dig his last pair of blades, now dull, into another titan’s nape.

he would’ve gotten up, could’ve gotten up, but he had sustained severe injuries earlier from trying to save the other cadets as well as save himself.

this was bad, really bad,

or maybe it wasn’t.

levi didn’t have the choice to decide, his limbs numb from the abuse and gaze hazy as he eyed the titan’s unusual gait, its figure stomping closer and closer. a heavy breath pushed past his lips as he used the last of his adrenaline rush to hook his odm gear into a nearby tree, swinging up onto a high branch and propping himself against it.

he wheezed, oxygen exiting his lungs and leaving him completely and utterly breathless from the exertion, but he figured that if he was up here, he at least wouldn’t die from the jaws of those horrid beasts and by this antagonizing blood loss instead.

blood seeped out from his wounds slowly and dyed his tattered uniform red, and with the silence and his vision fading in and out, he found himself thinking back to just a few months prior, his gaze latched onto the moon that peeked through the trees.

he wondered if he’d look like how you did that day, lifeless, cold, empty, soulless. he hoped your death wasn’t as painful as this, because no matter how numb the winter that nipped at his skin made him feel, there was still the hot searing pain spreading from the gaping wound on his side.

did you go through this much pain? did you suffer?

if it weren’t from the injuries, was it from his ignorance and blatant refusal to spare just a glance at you before you passed?

death was never a scary thing to levi, at least, not his own. he imagined times where it might’ve been better to just end it all. less suffering, less pain, no more losing loved ones. he hoped you felt the same when you died, that you left without regrets after your whispered-out words of confession.

once more,

he laughed, though it sounded more like a gurgle with all the blood pushing past his lips with every slowing rise and fall of his chest. he guessed it was about time his wish came true.

and then everything went black, and levi was swallowed up by oh-so-sweet embrace of the afterlife.

“levi?” a familiar voice called out in both confusion and surprise. “i wasn’t expecting you here this soon,”

he opened his eyes faster than he should’ve, immediately squinting at how bright it was, wherever he was. he wasn’t on a tree branch bleeding out anymore, instead, he was laying on soil, the dirt soft under his fingertips. the sky was bright and blue, a contrast to the dark sky of night that was only lit by the lonesome moon a second ago.

and most importantly, there was erwin, commander erwin, crouching down by his side with a look of mirth. levi’s gaze flickered around the area, eyeing cadets he remembered from years ago up and about, laughing and conversing with one another.

what is this, some type of heaven? he doubted that was what this was with all the death he had brought upon humanity, but he was sure this was some type of afterlife. erwin let out a soft chuckle at levi’s bewildered glare that demanded answers to silent questions.

“i know you have inquiries, but it’d be best to save them for later. i’m sure there’s people who’d like to see you first,” he stood to his feet and reached out a hand toward the other, him hesitantly grabbing onto it and pulling himself up from the ground. levi let himself be led to a circle of people chatting amongst themselves with bright smiles.

they welcomed him with open arms, poking fun at his arrival and calling him, “a newbie to the afterlife,” with his rapid fire questioning and quick glances around the open field.

“you’re looking for them, aren’t you, captain?” a former scout called out and teased.

levi couldn’t deny the obviously true accusation, scowling and crossing his arms as a defense mechanism, “zip it, cadet. afterlife or not, i can still beat your ass,” a few giggles and laughs erupted from the group while some sheepishly tried to cover them up with coughs and clearing their throats.

it was true, he was looking for you. he had hoped you would’ve been the first person he saw, but you were nowhere to be found. an anxious feeling gnawed at him and thoughts filled with doubt swirled in his chest.

did you not want to see him?

you probably didn’t, especially after what he had done.

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?”

the words stained his conscience red.

“i'm leaving,” levi turned on his heels and began walking without waiting for a response. erwin rose a brow at his murmur but nodded nonetheless, bidding him goodbye.

the skies were so blue, littered with white clouds that levi felt he could touch if he so wished to with just a raise of his hand. there was no sun, surprisingly enough

with how bright the afterlife was, and he was thankful for this. no sun meant no heat, no hot days that needed to be fought through or sweaty palms and heavily drawn breaths.

however, no sun meant no moon.

it was strange to not have nighttime anymore, no more stars to gaze at as he thought to himself and let those thoughts consume him. did they sleep? levi swept the area with his eyes and didn’t see a single room or bed. he wasn’t going to get used to this anytime soon, though he was thankful for how he strangely felt energized, or at least not drained from his insomnia like he usually was.

nevermind that, levi shook his head before scanning the area once more, where were you? he felt like his feet had been bringing him in circles—had he seen that cadet already? had this person already greeted him?—perhaps he was just lost at this point, in a crowd of people he knew or never seen before, but out of everyone there, there wasn’t a single sign of you.

he noticeably slumped, maybe he’d never see you again like he had prepared himself for. he didn’t deserve it after all.

but oh, did he miss you.

levi squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment and sighed, a furrow in his brow as he tried to settle the sudden drop of disappointment that settled in his stomach.

he just wanted to see you once more.

“levi!”

the man nearly tripped over his own feet at the voice that called for him. levi felt his heart soar, his skin buzz in anxiety, anticipation, hope.

he turns and—

it’s you.

you were running toward him from across the field filled with numerous scouts, weaving through the bustling crowd with that grin of yours, and your eyes, his light, twinkling so brightly at him.

you were coming closer and closer, and if levi just reached his arm out he could—

wait, his arm froze midair, his foot catching on the ground as he paused before your open arms.

he was scared.

in your last moments, he had completely ignored you, had watched you leave the world as you confessed your love with your last dying breath. maybe you wouldn’t want to see him, to hear his pathetic excuses and apologies, but alas, you proved him wrong, surging forward in the second of hesitation and wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

levi tensed up, his arms hovering in the air like an idiot before he heard you murmur, “just relax, levi,”

and with those few words, levi felt every single tension in his body leave within seconds, his hands coming up to grip onto the back of your shirt as if begging you not to leave him, again.

though the whole situation felt so surreal, and he felt if he didn’t hug you tight enough, you’d slip through his fingertips, never to be seen again.

you were real, levi came to this revelation when he buried his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder, your heartbeat thumping as wildly as his as the two of you embraced.

“hi again, levi,” you brushed a hand through his ebony black hair with a breathless laugh.

“hello, my light,” levi whispered softly, sending a tickling breath to your neck, though he was pretty sure you heard if the little squeeze you gave around his shoulders were any indicator. you pulled away to rest your forehead against his, his eyes twinkling with such adoration, god, it was like you could see the stars.

“you know...” he murmured, his eyes closing and hiding their galaxies. levi felt his heartbeat pick up, and his hands trembled as they squeezed at your waist.

you were patient, tracing soothing patterns into his nape as you tugged him just a little closer, your lips brushing against his ever so slightly and sending a sweet chill down his spine. he almost became distracted from his original goal, his lips mindlessly chasing yours but stopping at the little tug you gave his head of hair. “go on, levi,”

god, had he missed the way you said his name. it sounded so perfect, and with your soft encouragement, levi drew in another shaky breath, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. “the moon was always beautiful,”

explanations:

“i defy you, stars!”

this is a quote from shakespeare’s “romeo and juliet” !!! i interpret it as levi going against fate to be with you again :>

“the moon was always beautiful,”

this is a connection to “miles apart.” he’s basically saying that he has always loved you :D