#kinda cooked with the slap panel

[nervousmonolith]

more frankenfruit he's just shy guys trust

[direwombat]

tagged by @josephseedismyfather for this fine wip wedesday (tysm~ <3)

working on the damaged (aka, the jakesyb slasher au) becuase this fic holding my brain hostage in a cage. so here's a scene from later in the fic (which is to say, after syb and jacob have made their truce fucked and caught feelings) during their road trip to montana. this is a super rough rough-draft and will be edited. also. uh. trigger warning for lighthearted discussions of cannibalism (but none actually depicted, it's all hypothetical).

Sybille kicks her feet onto the dashboard, the dried mud of her boots flaking and dirtying the control panel. "I got a question for you," she says, after taking a drag and letting her arm hang lazily out the open window.

"Shoot."

"You said you's wanted for man-eatin'."

Jacob hums an affirmative.

"What part of me would you eat first?" He takes his eyes off the road just long enough to give her a [puzzled] look. When his gaze briefly flicks to the cradle of her hips, she grins and adds, "Previous meals nonwithstandin'."

He diverts his gaze back to the road and sighs thoughtfully. "I'd start with the organs. Heart, brain—" he casts her a quick side-glance "—probably not your lungs or liver."

She barks a rasping, smoker's laugh. "Wouldn't blame ya. What about the rest 'f me?"

He pauses for a moment, presses his lips in a firm line, contemplating. "Don't take this the wrong way, honey, but you're not exactly prime cut beef."

"Kinda hard to tell what other way I should take that." She takes another drag and casts him a sidelong smirk. "'Sides, weren't like you was complainin' the other night—or woulda any pussy done?"

"That's not what I—" he groans, mildly frustrated. "Look," he says, and he takes a hand off the wheel to run his knuckles down her ribs, allowing them to knock against the protruding bones and notch into the divots between them. It kind of tickles. "You're like a hare. Skin, bones, and muscle, but not much fat. Tough meat."

"Ooh, careful Mr. Hunter," she coos, the teasing sarcasm coats her voice, saccharine and honey-thick, "neg me harder 'n I might feel insecure enough to give ya a blowie." Self-satisfied pride swells in her chest as she watches the tips of his ears turn pink. "Well, fine — 'f ya had to cook 'n eat my tough meat, how'd ya do it?"

He's quiet for a long, long moment. "Stew," he eventually answers. "Take the meat from your shoulders and thighs. Tenderize ya with a mallet. Sear ya off to lock in your — uh — your juices." He coughs awkwardly and her grin widens. "Toss you in a slow cooker and let you simmer with carrots and onions or something. Bag you up, keep you in the freezer and have you as a hearty meal on a cold winter day."

There's a tenderness in the emotion to his voice. If she didn't know any better, she might've called it affection. It settles warmly in her chest and all of a sudden she feels exposed. With words alone he's cracked open her sternum. He might as well be holding her still-beating heart in his hands, and somehow, the image of him lifting it to his mouth, teeth bared and ready to take a bite, sounds more romantic than it does grizzly.

She scoffs. "Just don't forget to season me. 'F I find out you ate me without addin' any seasonin' I'm gon' haunt your ass."

He chuckles. "Got any requests?"

"You will use Slap Ya Mama cajun seasoning and nothing else."

"Heard."

She brings her cigarette to her lips and sucks in another lungful of smoke. "What 'bout trophies. Anythin' you'd keep?" she asks on the exhale.

"Your eyes," he answers, perhaps a little too quickly.

She snorts. "What, you gon' keep'em in a mason jar in that duffle?"

He shrugs. "Dunno. Don't really take trophies."

"Right, right," she waves the hand holding her cigarette dismissively. "Use the whole animal 'n shit."

"Something like that."

"Why my eyes?"

He's quiet for a long moment. "Nice shade of green."

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[wannaeatramyeon]

We got baby/childhood panel of Daniel, Jake, Zack, Johan, and recently Gun.

I can't stop think on how cute and chubby baby Gun is lol

Lookism 520 spoiler!

Lol. This feels very duality of man. Baby Gun coming out with UI made me lol.

Ok, gather round for Ramyeon's retelling of chapter 520.

So PTJ, with his fondness for SAD backstories cooked up one for Gun. And while it's not terrible and I didn't get food poisoning, it's tasting a bit bland because everyone is getting a SAD backstory and it's getting old y'know?

Onto the chapter-

Everyone is in love with Daddy Yamazaki, and for some reason that is bad and all the ladies chop their pinkies off to idk repent for their sins or something but even though the relationship appears to be consensual because he's had sex consensually with them all, it's still the women's fault.

In the end, the great big kind man that Daddy Yamazaki is lets them all carry his kids. Thank the heavens.

Daddy Yamazaki has Smaller Bro Yamazaki who also has a son btw (Haruto) - this is sort of important but it's hard to really feel much for them cos the son character (Haruto) has just been introduced in this chapter and will be likely killed off soon.

Anyway, I digress.

All the babies born are unimpressive so far. And you may think wtf how are babies unimpressive. Babies are just babies. Well, that's because Gun comes whooshing out the (Korean) womb with UI. Bro has built in UI from the start, kinda an impossible standard to reach so fine I get why the other babies are unimpressive.

Although if all the babies are unimpressive apart from Gun, the common denominator here is Daddy Yamazaki so maybe everyone should point the finger at him instead. Hmmm.

The chapter fast forwards to show Gun is a prodigy, he masters his training. He's only five and a kid, so he plays around with his friend but gets slapped by his mother for being a kid because it's not becoming of a future gang leader.

So even though he's FIVE, he still gets told to 'act accordingly' lol.

I think there's another timeskip, or PTJ really has lost the plot and forgotten what five year olds look like (tbh he has forgotten what 'elementary school' aged kids look like too) and Gun, genius that he is and following his mother's words takes down all the gangs in ONE DAY. WHEW.

But, PTJ is trying to desperately show it's nurture not nature. Gun wanted normal things but has been moulded to become a monster.

Gun's mother praises him for his violence and his deeds, and Gun wonders 'Huh, if mother dearest loves when I fight, and I must fight to be loved, what happens if I'm violent towards her?'. He punches her and gets praised for it.

Please see above point.

And another fast forward in time (presumably) to Gun trying to squish butterflies like the maniac he is.

Anyway, remember Smaller Bro Yamazaki's kid, Haruto, that was mentioned? Well he's the only one throughout that looked at Gun as if he was normal and told Gun he was free to do as he wants. He doesn't have to fight. Or have to be a leader if he doesn't wanna.

And sweet lil Gun doesn't really wanna, so he makes up his mind and tells Smaller Bro Yamazaki.

Smaller Bro Yamazaki loses his shit and is all who the fuck told you this nonsense. Gun snitches on Haruto, and this snitch doesn't get stitches and instead Haruto does when Smaller Bro Yamazaki tells Gun to kill Haruto. His own father tells Gun to kill HIS kid!

Dun dun dun CLIFFHANGER!

Overall very sad, very unfortunate. But please see my first point about PTJ's cooking.

I'm assuming in the coming chapters Haruto gets killed off. I would be super surprised if he doesn't because Gun, despite me being delusional and thinking he's just a sweet lil blorbo, is something of a murderous psychopath. It's more fitting of his character if he just kills off Haruto even if he has a moment of hesitation or any regrets.

Hope that helps!

[vay99]

Hades x reader

Queen of hell

Anime/Manga: Shuumatsu no valkyrie

"The Queen of hell?" Hades raises an eyebrow, not quite getting what his nephew means by that.

"She was a Queen of a country that used to rule over most of asia and europe. Her army consisted mainly women and the wars she fought were legendary. But the winners write the stories so when she died in her last battle she got called a demon, a witch, the devil. Through out history she's known as The Queen of hell, and her empire is referred to as Hell is a place on earth. That's pretty much everything I know." Hermes concludes his history lecture.

"So she's a Queen of the underworld? Why isn't she fighting?"

"She denied the offer, she didn't give a reason." he shrugs his shoulders, watching Hades walk past him.

He was walking around the underground of the arena when he overhears an argument.

"You're just as worthless as the time you were the Queen of hell!" some guy yells while another slaps you across the face.

"You b***h, bow before us, we've killed you so you belong to us!"

"We've freed everyone from your hell!"

"Show us soms respect!" just as one of the kings is about to slap you again you block his arm, breaking his instead.

"I never liked men that force women into submissiveness. All you ever did was to drink, eat and grow fat as your countries crashed under the weight of inequality. You ruled your hell and now I'll rule mine." you spit back, walking past, noticing someone at the end of the hallway.

"You want to join them or what?"

"Well that's a way of greeting a god." Hades muses, enjoying what he saw of you so far. "The Queen of hell I believe?"

"y/n, just y/n."

"y/n... I like the sound of that. I'm Hades, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hades? As in God of the underworld?" you ask him. "You don't take requests by humans for any chance?"

"That depends." his curiosity kicks in, interested to hear your request.

"Could you show these fckers what hell looks like? You know, the usual 'cooking them in a hot bowl' kinda hell?"

"That's an interesting picture of hell you've got there." the God laughs. "If you'd let me borrow a bit of your time I'll make that possible."

"Deal!" you agree immediately, not questioning the fact that you kinda just made a pact with the devil.

For the next 2 days Ragnarok pauses, therefore Hades fully uses those to get to know you better. He even took you to hell with him... where you immediately befriended Cerberus.

"Can I adopt him please?"

And that's when he knew.

"You've been spending a lot of time with that human." Zeus comments, watching his brother take a seat next to him, watching the battle begin once again.

"I've always enjoyed humans, the way they can turn from good to bad by a finger snap or how some don't even give up their kindness as they live through hell." he answers calmly, he was never an enemy of humanity, rather the one to enjoy watching their development. "And if you hurt her by any means I'll make sure to show you how hell looks like."

Not waiting for a response Hades leaves, him and Zeus were never as close as he was with Poseidon. "You would've understood."

"Looks like the human is gonna loose." you comment, throwing another grape into you mouth. "Want one?"

"No thanks." Hades denies your offer, standing next to you at the highest point of the arena.

"Why didn't you watch with the other Gods?"

"We have our differences regarding this fight."

"Oh right, you believe humans deserve to live." you roll your eyes, eating the last grape.

"Why didn't you participate?" Hades asks the question that's been eating him up inside. Knowing you were in the panel, with great fighting skills, you denied, and he can't wrap his head around the reason.

"What is there left to fight for? A world full of people who believe I was a monster? Rather than trying to repaint a canvas you could just start it all over again."

"So you don't want to save humanity? Not guide them onto the right path?"

"How would I know what's the right path? I only know that mankind won't change. They despised me for being a women who fought better than them. Just because I ruled over the biggest kingdom in history men decided to throw me off the throne. And they haven't changed yet. Men still try to make empires crumble that women have build. The real hell was the one they have created to tear me down."

Taking a few minutes to let your words sink in Hades starts to laugh. Which you have haven't seen him do so far.

"Something funny?"

"Yeah." he chuckles, calming down again. "This is exactly why I love humanity. Those who learn from the mistakes in the past will create a stronger future and those who don't come to hell, where I take care of them. Lately your species has too many of those for me to take care of alone though."

"Wait, so you wants humans to win so you can torture those who don't evolve?" you sum up what he just said, staring up to him.

"Yes, exactly."

"You live my dream life, damn it."

"I mean, there's a spot open if you'd like it."

"Spot open? That sounds like a job offer." you laugh. "But I'll take it."

With that you actually made a pact, which made you half human half God. You became his right hand after the humans won Ragnarok and assisted him to take all those evolutionary failures off of earth.

*Just a smaaaall time skip*

"I can't believe it's been 100 years already." you chuckle. "And you never forget to prepare the best dinner."

"It's our anniversary y/n."

"Yeah, of being the God of Hell and his assistant." you fill up your wine glass and his.

"Sounds as if you're sick of that title." he raises a brow.

"Not sick as in hate it but as in... Am I just an assistant for you?" you rub your neck, staring at your plate.

"You've never been just an assistant for me, in fact, since day 2 I knew that one day or another I'd ask you."

"Ask me what?" you look up to him, not sure what to expect.

"How about I make you and actual ruler of Hell?" he forms you a crown, matching his eyepatch from the design and color.

"Is there some form of ritual? Or is it just the regular 'I do' we do on earth?" you joke, not believing that he's serious.

"You'd become my wife, Goddess of hell."

"Wait, hold up now, I'm gonna be the what of the what now?" you take a few sips from your wine. "Hades, we aren't even dating yet, how???"

"You've been trying to confess for me for quite some time now so I thought I could sped up the process. Didn't want to propose without knowing you're sure about your feelings."

"Wait you knew?"

"It was obvious darling." he sips on his glass, watching your face grow as red as the wine.

"I'm sorry okay! Every time I tried some idiot landed in hell and started whining, or your lovely brother dropped by."

"Or you got cold feet."

"Shut up! You're the only talking! You could've confessed first, you knew for 100 years! Who waits 100 years!?" you flip it around, making Hades search for excuses now.

"You know what, I don't care anymore."

"Why? About what?" Hades eyes grow bigger, anxious he might have upset you.

"I'll become you wife so we can skip this dating part and start a new chapter." you put the crown on your head. "Now you'll be mine forever."

"That was the idea behind it." he pulls you close, adjusting a few hair stands. "Plus, you're much better at ruling hell than I am and I can't help but loving the idea of your throne right next to mine."

Pulling you into a kiss he pulls you onto his lap.

"I'd rather sit on your throne with you but having my own throne sounds nice as well."

"Anything my Queen wants."

[m1ckeyb3rry]

YESS IKR k would’ve lost it lowk it they just slapped nagi and Reo on there (i mean not really ig since it would’ve been expected but having tabieita on there is such a pleasant surprise) or dare i say aiku and shidou (that actually would’ve been kinda like an opp cover it’s only know that aikus grown on us but imagine…)

o777 my turn to embody our homeboy Justin Bieber LMAOO “just working hard so I can please you” and there’s no way I’m not proofreading it this time or at least slapping it into some form of spellcheck

YESS we have the dumbass interaction in canon LMAO imagine he wants to keep as much of the stone jntact too so it’s like a big ass stone in the middle and it borderline blocks his vision HAHAHA also nagi breaking the fourth wall and everyone just being like wtf huh

DOUBLE BATTLE otoya and zantetsu beating Reo and Karasu makes it a thousand times funnier I bet they’re like “wdym we just lost to dumb and dumber?????” They’d fr tweak I just know it otoya and zantetsu probably won’t ever let them love it down

Problematic cousins is so funny because it’s so accurate otoya is fr losing it too wait imagine in the double battle when zantetsu throws out his giant dumbass abomasnow with its mega stone and otoya just gawks at it like “it’s WHITE AND GREEN TOO??? AND ITS GIANT AND CAN MEGA???” Like that’s his last straw atp LMAOAOA

Crying I originally didn’t wanna force chigiri into the Stephanie role but the hair is too fitting LMAOOOO

Also perfect LMAO yes that’s the one you already replied to so all good!!!

Your fics are just too powerful not them also converting YOU is it aikus time to shine….i fear I’ll never get over the stubble unfortunately…..

- Karasu anon

i wouldn’t have minded as much if it was nagi and reo because i like them but imagine it was like isagi and bachira or smth…OPP COVER RIGHT THERE aiku isn’t that bad because he’s like a miraverse staple now but if it was all characters i don’t care about i would’ve been so sad (not that bachira is really on the same level as the core four opps i just don’t have strong opinions about him like he’s there he’s cool i liked him a lot in the beginning of season 1 back when i was a kunigami stan [before nagi’s introduction obviously] but ig i don’t really have much investment in him rn so it’s like whatever)

LMAOAOAO it’s like a contagious effect…spend enough time on this blog and you too can embody justin bieber!! he gets to us all eventually…PLS zantetsu unable to see he makes his abomasnow guide him places because he’s literally blind due to the keystone and yukimiya’s like “my culture is not your costume” HAHA ngl nagi breaking the fourth wall is so him like of all the characters he and otoya are the most likely to do it…him because he just has that kind of random vibe and otoya because idk it’s otoya??? he’s completing side quests the ENTIRE story might as well break the fourth wall while he’s at it

oh no 100% reo and karasu lose it idk if you know that one panel of reo crashing out in epinagi (at zantetsu) that’s literally them after losing to otoya and zantetsu…literally go tattling to reader and nagi SKDJFHSD as if they’re preschoolers or smth who need their parents to solve their problems 😭 no shame in their game either they proudly come back with reader and nagi (reluctantly) in tow like “try beating THEM” otoya wants to give up but zantetsu’s like hold on let us cook here!! and then reader throws out gyarados and that alone is enough but then nagi picks arcanine and they are well and truly cooked 🙂‍↕️ but the good news is they can make even more fun of reo and karasu for needing little baby reader (otoya) and lazy dumbass nagi (zantetsu) to solve their problems for them

HELP OKAY WAIT lowkey abomasnow does fit the otoya vibes super well (so does farfetch’d i almost gave him one but then i was like nah that’s too obvious) he definitely is so sad when he realizes…hold on maybe as like reparations not only is his sylveon a badass but i’ll let him mega evolve his ampharos (i always forget ampharos has a mega it’s lowkey cool asf too i think that would def make otoya feel better about himself) 😭 this does cause a d1 crash out from karasu because not only is it an electric but it’s a MEGA EVOLVED electric type LKSDJFHSD the way every single member of reader & co has an electric type too despite how few electric types there are HAHAHA karasu is surrounded by opps on all sides someone free that man 🙏🏻 let him join mc trio and put chigiri on reader & co fr 😩

no the hair for stephanie/chigiri is TOO GOOD lazytown is just bllk boruto fr /j and YAYY okay that’s what i thought!! i don’t blame you for questioning it LKSJDHFS tumblr has been an opp for me recently so if i haven’t responded in a while don’t take it personally it’s probably just that i didn’t even know you sent an ask LMAOAO i will try to be better about manually checking my inbox from now on!!

the stubble is the only thing holding me back AHHHH he looks so good in the panels without it too!! I NEED BAROU AND ARYU (and probably niko just because niko’s always involved somehow) TO INTRODUCE THAT MAN TO A RAZOR OR SMTH STAT!!!!!!! he’ll get his own miraverse moment if he just leaves the stubble behind 🤩 i’m not fully converted yet though like lowkey he’s still in the bestie zone for me just because of oaeu like he’s so hilarious i need him to be my hilarious slightly problematic sidekick rn yk?? who i can platonically coparent niko with

SPEAKING OF CONVERSIONS idk why but i saw this tik tok meme thing of rin and something about the way the artist drew him lowkey has me reconsidering his opp status…NAH JK if i convert to itoshism it has to be for sae considering that’s like my brand now it’s just this one video where he’s lowkey giving fine asf but like that’s also just the power of fan art it can make you simp for anyone!! trust i’m locked in with nagi karasu and barou for season 2 (with a top three like that you know my ass is winning the ENTIRE season)

side note but in the meantime i (kind of) drew out what i think tullia’s hair would look like in pursuit!! i was inspired because of our hairstyle convos actually LMAOAOAO anyways it’s featuring a quote from our eloquent and philosophical king eita otoya 💖 it brought me to tears because of how beautiful the line was i think my writing peaked there

and speaking of writing i’ve also been busy at work for one of my 1k event requests!! hehe i will keep it a secret which one it is so you can be surprised with everyone else…i tell you everything so i don’t want you to be bored when you’re ACTUALLY reading HAHAHAH i’ll let the suspense build this time (i’m hoping to be done with it by this weekend but who knows LMAO we’ll see how long it takes and how long it ends up being…it could really go either way so i’m not even bothering with a projected word count this time DKSLJF)

[aka-a-shii]

생일축하해 내 사랑 || A. Keiji

Akaashi x F!Reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: nsfw; 18+; unprotected sex; spicy 🌶 not proofread

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED AKAASHI KEIJI 💋 this is my first smut fic 😭olease bear with me ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Akaashi’s eyes started to strain from being in front of his laptop for hours. cramming to finish reviewing the final panels for his upcoming deadline, he started to stretch his limbs when his eyes landed on the digital clock at his side. its almost 12AM. he decided to take a break for a few minutes to relish his body and mind. maybe another cup of coffee would suffice, he thought. he stood up from his swivel chair when his phone rang flashing your name on the screen, he can’t help but flash a smile and answered the phone.

“hello?”

“hiya Keiji! you’re still up! still not done with your final panels?”

he chuckled softly as your angelic voice rang to his ears. “just a little more, love. i’m taking a break now, just gonna grab one last cup of coffee. did you just got off from work?”

“yeah i just got home! also grabbed some dinner along the way.”

“good! so, how was your day today?” he padded his way to the kitchen to make his coffee as he listened to how you rambled about how your day went. you had been dating ever since second year of highschool and now engaged to this almost perfect former setter of Fukurodani. and even if you are miles apart due to you working in the other side of the world, the love is still there, you made it work still. indeed, you still miss each other and you long for each other’s presence and you never fail to make time for each other despite your schedules. oftentimes you would call each other or facetime each other, even when one of you ended up falling asleep during the call, most of the time, its you. but for Akaashi it doesn’t matter, he always love to see you sleep and the call would end with him saying good night and i love you to you while lowkey kissing his phone screen or laptop screen.

“hey. Keiji?”

“hmm?”

“i miss you.”

he could tell that you’re almost tearing up by how your voice was kinda shaky.

“i miss you too, love. few more months and we’ll see each other again, okay? just a little more.” he reassured you. he misses you as much as you did.

“b-but i wanna see you now.”

he lets out a chuckle. “would you like to go facetime then?”

“NO! i look hideous right now.” you excused earning a hearty laugh from your fiancé.

“you know that’s not true! you’re always beautiful in my eyes no matter what love.” he confessed

and as his coffee stopped brewing, the clock struck 12AM.

“Keiji?”

“yes?”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Akaashi cannot help but smile.

“thank you, love”

as much as he wanted to hear it personally, hearing your voice is enough for his heart to pace up. as much as he wanted to hug and kiss you right then and there, as much as he wanted you to be there with him on his birthday.

“i really wished i could be there with you today, Keiji.”

and even when you’re miles apart, Akaashi is sure that you are definitely pouting on the other side of the line.

“just a little more, love. are you sure you don’t wanna facetime now?” he asked.

“yep! i might miss you more if i do. oh! i need to go Keiji! i need to go shower, i smell icky!” you excused

“alright. i’m done brewing my coffee so i might go back to work anytime soon. take your time, love and get lots of rest.” he said as he walked back to his home office.

“okay~ i love you! happy birthday once again!”

“i love you too, y/n”

“bye-bye~”

“goodbye.” he replied before you hang up.

little did he know that he will be up for a surprise later that day.

—

Akaashi slowly walked towards his cubicle holding his approved manuscripts mentally noting to call you the moment he gets to sit on his swivel chair.

he tried to call you but its seems like he couldn’t reach your phone as of the moment. “maybe she’s busy” Akaashi thought.

he then decided to call you again later when he’s about to go home. but when he stepped out of the building hours later, his phone on his ears beeping for a voice message, he instantly became restless and immediately walked faster to the train station.

Akaashi had been dialing your number again and again but you’re out of coverage. he’s already getting worried because you didn’t even return his missed calls or texts. he definitely knows that you always do once you see a notification from him but this time he got nothing except for the repeating beep for voice message that keeps ringing into his ear.

when he arrived at his doorstep he didn’t waste a second to open the door, but what greeted him at the frontdoor made him tensed. a pair of familiar shoes were gently placed at the side. he immediately step out of his own and sprinted towards the hallways and upon nearing the kitchen he hears faint sizzling sounds, and there he saw you, in flesh, in front of the stove cooking something. and within a split second his body instantly moved faster than his brain and wrapped his arms around your waist

you flinched when you felt the familiar warmth of his chest on your back. Akaashi nuzzled his face onto the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent.

“you almost gave me a heart attack!” you said as you reached and ruffled his raven hair.

“that should be my line, you know?” Akaashi retorted as he lift your chin to the side and collided his lips with yours.

you missed this. the familiarity of his hold on you, the warmth of his lips, his scent, his everything and Akaashi feels the same.

“happy birthday, Keiji.” you whispered when he pulled away, Akaashi just smiled and crashed his lips on yours once again.

“i missed you, y/n..” another kiss. “...so much.” and another down to your neck.

you feel his kiss trailing down from your neck to your shoulder blade. “K-Keiji...”

he hummed, lips still lingering on your shoulder as he slid his free hand to hold the small of your back.

“i still need to cook for us, to celebrate your birthday.” you said as you swatted his hand away. but instead, Akaashi held you closer and wrapped his arms on your belly.

“i’d rather eat you tonight, love” he whispered into your ear slightly blowing air on it.

you feel shivers run down your spine on his gestures and flinched. “AKAASHI KEIJI! I ALMOST DROPPED THE PAN!” you shrieked earning a chuckle from your fiancé.

Akaashi then reached for the stove and shut it off. he turned you to face him then lifted your chin and kissed you again with fervor leaving you breathless as he pulled away. without missing a beat, he then hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his torso. “the food can wait, darling .” he said, then kissed you again as he carried you to your bedroom.

well, you already expected this, with so many months that you had been away with each other, who are you to deny Akaashi Keiji? your almost perfect boyfriend and soon-to-be husband.

as you reached the edge of the bed, he laid you down oh so gently then peeled his dress shirt off of him and tossed it on the floor. he hovered above you as he gazed all of you underneath him.

“i missed you so much, y/n” he captured your lips into a searing kiss.

“i missed you too, Keiji.” you replied as he pulled away.

his hand slowly inched closer to the hem of your sweatshirt. “may i?” his eyes locked onto yours expecting permission and you nodded in response.

Akaashi took your sweater off tossing it to the floor where his dress shirt landed earlier. he trailed kisses from your neck, to your collarbone, to the valley of your clothed mounds and stop when he reached your belly button and blew air on it. he was indeed teasing you, making you moan and feel shivers run down your spine. you can feel your core getting wetter by the second. you felt Akaashi’s hand ghost over the waistband of your jeans and slowly tugged it down your knees, the wet spot on your panties didn’t go unnoticed by his hungry eyes causing him to entirely remove your jeans off of you.

“you’re already so wet for me, love.” he hissed as he reached for the waistband of your underwear. he then slowly tugged it down until your core was so exposed for his prying eyes, he can feel his jeans tigthen, his manhood throbbing inside. his slender fingers sliding into your glistening folds, pushing one finger in and slowly adding another. he sets a pace not too slow or not too fast and the pleasure feels just right. his experienced fingers were working wonders deep within you, hitting every spot without miss. you feel Akaashi growing more and more impatient as his grunts and moans reveberates through your ear.

“fuck foreplay. i want you now.”

and in a swift motion he pulled his jeans down, his hard cock springs up to his abdomen. he leans in and kissed you hard once more as he slipped his hand on one of your breast and slowly sheathed himself into you. the stretch burned from the lack of prep but the feeling of him filling you up to the brim overcomes the sting you were feeling.

“K-Keiji...” you moaned, sending currents onto his half buried cock inside you.

Akaashi lets out a satisfying grunt the moment he bottoms out. “god why are you this tight? you make me feels so good, y/n” he comments as he pulled his cock out leaving you clenching on nothing just to slam it right back in a brutal force. Akaashi is gentle in general, but being away from you for so long made him go feral. his pace as well as his force was so far from being gentle and seeing the hunger and lust on his eyes was enough to make you go wetter once more. with every thrust of his hip onto yours, you can definitely tell he’s ready to give you his all.

the room was filled with mixed moans and grunts coming from the both of you. the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated through your ear. Akaashi stared down to where the both of you were connected and back to your face contorted with pleasure he was offering you and can’t help but smirk at the sight unfolding in front of his eyes.

“you looked so beautiful so fucked up like this, y/n” and he leans in for a kiss.

you felt the knot starting to coil on your abdomen and Akaashi sensed the you’re close when he felt your walls tightened around his cock. his other hand reached for your clit and started rubbing circles on it eliciting a high pitched moan from you.

“K-Keiji i-i’m cl-close” you said in between your pants.

“let go, love. cum for me” Akaashi whispered to your ear

a few more thrusts and you let the coil snap, making your pussy flutter around Akaashi’s cock. he fucked you through your high as he chases his own release. you wrapped your legs around his waist as to deepen his thrusts into you. you felt his pace go erratic and sloppier by the second and the next thing you felt was warmth spreading inside you as Akaashi filled you with his seeds to the brim while moaning your name over and over.

both of you breathless gasping for air as Akaashi tucked your hair behind your ear and pressed a kiss on your temple. “was i a bit too rough?” he cooed as he smiles at you.

you gently shook your head and leaned closer to kiss him. “nope.”

he chuckles as he slowly pulls out of you and gently laid beside you. he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers together then kissed your knuckles. “so this is why you declined the idea of facetime-ing earlier?”

“yeap!” you giggled. “i was already at the airport when i called you. i just don’t want to spoil my surprise, you know?” and you kissed the tip of his nose.

“happy birthday, Keiji”

“thank you, love” he leaned in and captured your lips into a longing and passionatekiss.

“i love you.” he whispered into the kiss.

“i love you too, Keiji.”

you stayed cuddled with each other for a while until you heard Akaashi’s stomach growled and the both of you burst out of laughter.

“i think we should just order food, i’m too tired to cook for now.”

“i like that idea.” Akaashi stood up from the bed and lifted you up bridal style earning a gasp from you. “but let’s take a bath first.” he kissed you again. “together.”

and he carried you to the bathroom. a shower sex for the second isn’t a bad idea after all.

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OKAY...

Okay...

I can speak now.

SO!! I am gonna give my thoughts in list form because I just. Have. SO MANY THOUGHTS about this update, especially since I finally came to it on time for like. The first time ever. SO! Enjoy my little rambles!

Pinging @somerandomdudelmao and @tapakah0 because I will be making some predictions via my thoughts and will be going in debth with my thoughts as much as possible and I just. Want them to see how much we all love this comic. (And I want them to know how insane I was while waiting lmfao)

Notice how Cass put in a lot more detail in the first panel! They've stated beforehand already that they put more detail in the bits that get them emotional; I can see why they cried. THIS PANEL IS ADORABLLLLLLLLLLE (DISASTER TWINS CUDDLEZZZZZZ)

And also, in the same panel, we get a good look at Leo's shell! (Finally) And look - It has a giant scar on it from... Something. I think I know what though! I think we saw Leo get this very same scar in "The Little Things," aka when Donnie was patching up his twin after an accident with the giant screws and shit. Another emotional moment for Cass back then, which kinda maybe sorta clues in for us that the two scenes between that one and the current cuddle scene here that they're connected. (You just watched me fail to explain how 2 scenes are connected lmfao)

MURDER DRONES VIBES IN PANEL 2 (Donnie's alarm is his Ninpo, aka literally himself. He- He uses himself as an alarm. The main character for an animated show on YouTube called Murder Drones has the same situation since she's a robot. Her alarm is literally built into her face lmfao)

LEO IMMEDIATELY WAKES UP WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE WTF-

PFFT- LOOK AT LEO GETTING BONKED IN THE HEAD OMIGOSH-

Donnie's talking about Leo not getting a cold and giving him full clothing while in the apocalypse all the man had to wear was a scarf and pants bruh.

"Don't worry, I'm not that hungry." Right after he says this, Leo just. Has a dorky smile on his face for almost 2 whole pages and just ignores Donnie that entire time. I just find that fuccin adorable.

Some may be confused as to why Donnie looks so sad after Leo says that btw, but I think I've figured it out. Back during the apocalypse, I suspect Leo had a habit of not eating enough and instead leaving the rest of what he refused to eat for other people he cared about. Maybe he refused to receive enough food from the cooks, or maybe he poured the rest of his rations into other people's bowls while they weren't looking. (We saw him do this for Casey actually at some point) Naturally, the only people who knew this were his brothers. Duh. And now that he's in the present, Donnie hasn't really thought much about that little habit of Leo's. Despite the slider's size and muscle mass, he definitely strikes me as the guy who didn't give two shits about his health in reality. And until now, that's the way it's been. Now though, Donnie is hearing Leo say he isn't hungry when they have plenty of food to supply themselves with, and it hurts him more than ever before. In the future they lived in, it was at least understandable why Leo did what he did. But now? There's no excuse. And Donnie is forgetting that Leo never really noticed the fact that they're in the past now. So to Donnie, Leo saying he isn't hungry is a personal attack to his gut. So yeah. Hope I got that right!

BRUH THEY'RE STILL LEECHING OFF OF DRAXUM'S SHIT OH MY GOSH THAT IS HILARIOUS

"Guess who I brought back to life~!" Is said so casually-

Oh hey look it's the sneak peek we saw yesterday~

NOT DONNIE STRAIGHT UP SLAPPING LEO JUST TO GET HIM TO MOVE TOWARDS HIS LITTLE BROTHER-

AND NOT MIKEY LITERALLY CRACKING LEO'S NECK-

"How do I feel!!?? I saw you die!" "I saw YOU DIE!" Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Yep I'm crying now thx-

PFT- LOOK AT MIKEY JUST HANGING LIMP WHILE RAPH HUGS THEM I CANT- THAT IS SO FUNNY OMIGOSH

RAPH SQUISH RAPH S Q U I S H

OH G O D. Raph finally speaking in the first person again hit me HARD. For a while we haven't seen/heard him speak in the first person, let alone at all, and now that we're finally hearing him speak in the first person again with Leo... UGH THAT HURT ME!! (I can't remember if he's done this before since he got revived and I honestly don't have the time to look back and check)

OMIGOSH RAPH IS SO BEEEEGGGGGGG

"I know it would make more sense for Leo to roll up his sleeve or something, but I like how it flaps!" No no that's fair it looks adorkable like that anyways <3

GOD CASS I LOVE THIS UPDATE SO MUCH YOU DID SUCH A GREAT JOB NOW

R E S T

Part 22!

I know it would make more sense for Leo to roll up or tie this empty sleeve. But I like how it flaps haha

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Also~ Yes. It’s Donnie’s clothes

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Anonymous said: Sorry in advanced that I'm asking about it, don't really know how your rules work precisely, I'm not trying to pull a prank promise. I'm romance repulsed too, I don't care about ships the way ships are cared about if it makes any sense. I just wanted to know if you block people who you follow if they ever reblog anything with a ship, since sometimes panels tend to have characters who are canonically a ship and maybe it's a meta post about some character's life n has a ship in it..

Oh no, don’t worry. I don’t really look at blogs that follow me. I block people that ask me ship questions or tag my fics with ship names. That’s about it. 

@babybatbrat said: thoughts on the best pizza topping

Oh yes I used to work at a pizza restaurant so I have Opinions about this. Steps to ultimate pizza:

Stretch simple dough thinly over a small-sized metal pan.

Lay down a base of olive oil. Rub minced garlic on top of your oil.

Add an over-generous topping of mozzarella cheese.

Add bacon bits, onions, and feta cheese. 

Bake to taste

Having been a pizza employee, I also have strong opinions about the WORST pizza toppings-- not by taste but by unpleasant-ness of preparation. Do NOT ask me for artichoke hearts. You may ask for anchovies ONLY if there is a box already open. If you make me prepare you a s'mores dessert pizza I will kill you on sight. 

Anonymous said: thoughts on non-english language/ non-western music? everyone's spotify wrap this year got me looking into this

One of my sisters is super into k-pop, and I’ve tried to share her interest, but it doesn’t really work for me. I do, however, love bollywood music. That shit slaps, and it reminds me of dancing in my friend’s living room all throughout high school. 

Anonymous said: Thoughts on Batman beyond?

I’ve never really been exposed to it honestly. I understand that was kinda a childhood staple for a lot of people, but my house didn’t do tv shows while I was growing up. 

@mediumsizedmedium said: Thoughts on Damian coming across the concept of furries?

I have no thoughts on this point

Anonymous said: You dont need to respond to this, but I wanted to tell you that my favorite thing about your fics is that theyre ship-free. It makes me so happy to read stories about the batfam just being a family. I wanted you to know that even tho people are being disrespectful about your boundaries, i really appreciate what you DO write and what you put out into the world is lovely and a joy to read. I know u probably already know there are tons of people who support you, but I just wanted to say I do too :)

Ahhh thank you my darling I appreciate you very much 

Anonymous said: I'm on a kick right now, and need more fics about Dick being confronted about Tim's emotions on the way Damian became Robin. I've read all the ones I can find, but you might know of ones I haven't found yet. Do you do you have any recs?

Hmmm I have a couple, but I don’t really read fanfiction myself, so I can’t give recommendations. 

Anonymous said: Okay, been a few days, but fun fact about myself. I thought that movies were supposed to be kinda fuzzy and movie credits were supposed to be borderline unreadable for years until I was 14 and my parents got me glasses.

akjgalfgslasf you poor child

@materassassino said: Facts about me: I am wearing Wonder Woman socks

That’s the pinnacle of fashion to be honest

Anonymous said: as a (portuguese speaking) kid, my dad always put on american songs and I thought english was a made up language

That’s so valid anon

Anonymous said: Fun fact about myself, I usually cook full meals for my daughter, friends and family but when it is just me, I can live off of a jar of peanut butter and half a loaf of bread for a week

[John Mulaney voice] I lived like a goddman ninja turtle 

@insideoflit said: Fun Fact: I have a total addiction to cheezy movies (Think: In Like Flint)

I saw my very first romcom the other day and ????? ?? ?????

Anonymous said: That’s not a super fun fact but I am also pretty drunk so I can’t think of fun ones uhhh I have my cat a middle name and his middle name is Alexander and he is perfect

I support you, your cat, and your drunken exploits 

Anonymous said: A fact about me is coronavirus got the play I’m in cancelled so I went to a castmates apartment and am now drunk for the first time but it’s ok i drank water and I’m goin to sleep

They took my graduation away :(

@areverieofchaosdreams said: Fun fact: I've broken every toe but one, and have multiple hairline fractures running theough my ankles and shins. 12 years of ballet will break you, literally. Also, you're adorable and are ome of the key reasons I stay here on tumblr.

Wowza!! Yikes!! I’m so sorry, but thank you very much too

Anonymous said: Canon but kinda different is canon divergent, not AU. AU in this fandom would not work the way it would in some other fandoms, here we already have alternate canon universes. We should use canon divergent more since that's the best way to explain the small-medium changes. Canon divergent would be Oracle never coming back to Batgirl or Jason coming back without Red Hood fiasco. AU would be they're all magical beings or reverse age or no cape. Fundamentally different universe.

Interesting, thank you

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[ ObiRyū October | Day Thirteen | Nuclear ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Hatake Kakashi ] [ Verse: In the Fallout ] [ Vulgarity, gun, gore ]

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“Hey!”

Glancing up from his cards, Obito scowls. “Kinda in the middle of something here.” And by ‘something’, he means a game of poker. He’s in a good position, and he really doesn’t want to be interrupted. If he can win the pot, he’ll get away with far more than he first put in.

“Fine, just...hurry up, will you? I’ve got news.”

“Yeah yeah” Obito replies blithely, adjusting his hand. “It can wait.”

Rolling his remaining eye, Kakashi turns to the barkeeper. “Whiskey.” Might as well do something in the interim. He sits backward on his stool, watching the game. Obito bets the rest of his cash, earning uncertain glances from the other three players. And then one by one, they all fold.

Grinning and deepening the scars on his face, Obito slaps down his cards. “Straight flush, bitches! Fork it over!”

Kakashi gives a slow shake of his head.

With a great deal of grumbling, they all shove the pot to Obito, who rakes it in greedily. “Pleasure, gentlemen. Until next time.” Pocketing his winnings, he sits beside Kakashi just as the bottle is delivered. “Guess this is on me!”

“Wonderful. Now can you give me five minutes to explain something to you?”

“Depends on if I get drunk in five minutes,” is Obito’s counter, knocking back a shot.

“Just...don’t get too hasty. All right?”

The Uchiha gives his friend a look. “The hell’s got you so worked up?”

“A new place to plunder, that’s what. Word is, it hasn’t been touched yet. And you know what that means.”

Pouring another shot, Obito slows. “...what is it?”

“Some old lab. Pre-war. Supposedly a lot of good tech certain folks would be more than happy to get their hands on. There’s a building on the surface that’s been hit, but some old wanderer I met tells me the real load is underneath, in the actual lab no one’s bothered to look for.”

“And if it’s some well-kept secret, how’d this old geezer know about it?” Obito counters, looking skeptical as he knocks back another shot.

“He’s a loner. Found it by accident, but there’s...complications. He couldn’t do much with it, so he sold me the info.”

Immediately, Obito deadpans. “...so you took the word of some crackpot old man about a secret lab and paid him for it? Kakashi, that is the stupidest fucking -!”

“Keep your voice down!” the Hatake hisses, shoving Obito’s head toward the counter and earning a grunt. “I already scoped it out before I came here. Seems pretty damn legit to me. If we can find even a few pieces of tech -?”

“I don’t want tech,” Obito spits. “I want cash, Kakashi!”

“Then you sell the tech for it, you dumbass! Not everything is a quick cash grab! Sometimes you have to work for it, huh? Think about it. This stuff is pre-war - undamaged by any nuclear fallout or blasts. Just sitting there. There are plenty of people who would die to have it.”

“Which means finding them, first! You wanna haul all that junk around before you have a buyer?”

“The hell do you think caches are for, huh? Why is every conversation I have with you an argument...why are we even partners?”

“I ask myself the same thing!”

The pair reach a deadlock, glowering at each other.

“...let’s just check it out. If you’re not happy with it, fine. But I want to at least see if we can turn a profit on anything. Because your gambling isn’t always so fruitful.”

“And neither is your spending money on supposed tips. But yeah, sure, let’s go.” Obito slaps the money for the whiskey on the table, taking the rest of the bottle with him.

He might need it.

Outside the dusty bar in the remnants of a town, they start walking, Kakashi pulling out a worn map. “It’s right out here, a few miles out.”

“Won’t it be dark by the time we get there?”

“We’ll just camp in what’s left of the building. Then we’ll have a full day to check things out.”

“More like a full day to waste…”

“I heard that.”

“Good!”

The rest of the walk is done in a stony silence, neither of them willing to concede any ground. And as the sun sets, the lab looms up atop a hill. All of the windows are smashed, part of the right side collapsed.

“Looks like a shitshow,” Obito remarks, earning a sigh from his companion. “Something this obvious has surely been picked clean.”

“On the surface, sure. But it seems no one ever realized there was more underground.”

“And how did some random old man figure this out?”

“Because he actually sat and read the documents in this place. Realized there was more to it. You think anyone else is going to care about that kind of thing?”

“I know I wouldn’t.”

Kakashi gives a brief lift of his arms in defeat. “...yeah well, exactly.”

“So he didn’t have the physical means to take advantage, or…?”

“According to him, it was ‘too stressful’. Which, to be fair, could mean...a number of things. There might be lingering security down there. Structure might be faulty. Flooded. No idea until we look.”

Obito grumbles. “When are you gonna learn that people being vague rarely means good things?”

“Well after last week, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

“Hey, I’m making up for last week!”

“And until you do, we’re giving this a shot.”

Heaving a sigh, the Uchiha decides to just play along, moving to gather some broken wood to get a fire going. The sooner he lets Kakashi play this out, the sooner they can get moving again. The wasteland is vast, and opportunities can easily pass one by. And he’d prefer something a bit more exciting than rummaging around some old science junk.

Once they cook some of their rations and find dry, level places to unfurl their bedrolls, the pair of them hunker down for the night.

And like every day since the bombs fell, the sun rises again, scorching the Earth’s devastated surface.

By the time Obito rises, Kakashi’s already been up, examining some documents with his one remaining eye. “You’re up early. Now I know you’re serious.”

“No day like the present,” Kakashi rebukes. “Seems they were working on some kind of DNA...stuff. I dunno, I’m not a scientist.”

“Obviously. Which is why this stuff is just money to you, not of actual interest.”

“And which is why you shouldn’t complain, because money is money. Now help me find the way down.”

“You haven’t found it yet?!”

“No! I found the documents. Which confirm there’s something under this building. The only question is where, specifically.”

“...I’m gonna punch you,” Obito mutters. “Can’t we just take a sledgehammer to the floor?”

“Do you have a sledgehammer?”

“...no.”

“Then the answer is no. Come on, it can’t be that hard.”

They spread out, looking for any manner of descent. Obito checks doors in search of an elevator shaft, Kakashi attempting to find stairs.

In the end, it’s Kakashi who’s successful.

“Over here!”

Obito closes the gap, revealing Kakashi pointing to a button. “...and? This place obviously doesn’t have any pow-”

With a bop of the end of his closed fist, Kakashi pushes the button.

A grating whine sounds, and the floor before them quivers. Then slowly, it slides back beneath the floor beyond it, revealing...stairs.

“...what the hell…?”

“Weird lab, weird stairs, weird power,” Kakashi replies with a shrug. “Look, there’s even lights. How convenient.”

“And you wanna go down there?!”

“Yes, yes I do. Stay up here if you want, you big baby. We’ve been in shadier places before and you’ve been fine.”

“Shady people I can handle,” Obito retorts, following as Kakashi begins to descend. “It’s shady stuff that weirds me out. You can’t just kill shady stuff.”

“You can break it. Same difference.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it!”

Down and down they descend, the staircase having switchbacks every ten feet down or so. Obito watches their surroundings suspiciously. The air is cool and pleasant, which...is odd. No dust, no smoke, and perhaps even slightly humid. Nothing like the stale, dry air above.

After who knows how many flights...they reach a door.

Kakashi presses an ear to it, listening. “...don’t hear anything.”

“It better not be locked.”

Testing the knob, Kakashi feels it turn in his grip. “...seems not.” Just in case, he draws a pistol from his hip. Obito, in tandem, takes out his trusted machete.

Inside...it’s like another world. Clean, immaculate, and almost entirely made of metal. Desks are neatly arranged, with all manners of equipment seemingly left just as they were before the war.

“...wow,” Obito has to offer, tone breathy in amazement. “This is…”

“Yeah. Never seen anything like it.” Approaching one of the desks, Kakashi finds more documents. “...‘genetic enhancement and manipulation’. That sounds...ominous.”

Obito, in the meantime, works his way further in. Computers, diagnostic equipment, and who knows what else is everywhere, pristine and spotless. It almost freaks him out. Opening another door, his face pales.

“...uh...Kakashi…?”

“Hm?”

“...you need to see this.”

Gun still drawn, Kakashi approaches, trying to look over Obito’s shoulder. “What?”

Wordlessly, Obito steps inside, pushing the door open further and letting his partner past him.

It’s a long, narrow room. In the middle is more tech neither of them could begin to name, but...it looks serious. A few metal tables the length of a person stand nearby. And along the other three walls are a series of glass tubes filled with an off-green liquid. Within them...are rotting bodies.

“...Christ,” Kakashi can’t help but mutter. “Looks like these all got left behind.”

Obito, only half listening, works his way in. “...is it just me, or...does it get less bad the further you go…?”

“What?”

“Look.” He points. While the first few tubes are nothing but cloudy liquid with skeletons and deteriorated flesh, he’s right. The decomposition seems less and less the more they circle around. At the top of the tubes, screens are empty of power, clearly drained over time. Until -

“Oh shit!”

The very. Last. Tube. Above it, the panel flashes red in warning. Power is almost completely drained. But within the tank, seemingly in some kind of suspended animation...is a person.

Slightly curled into a fetal position the body - seemingly female - floats weightlessly in the fluid. A series of wires are strung into their flesh, and a mask with a tube provides oxygen. And bubbles occasionally release as she exhales.

“...holy fuck.”

“How can this be possible? The bombs dropped over a hundred years ago. And whoever this is, they look no older than us!”

“Maybe some kind of...delayed development?” Kakashi muses, still staring. “I have no idea. But you know what this means…? This is probably the only living person from before the war. Untouched by radiation. You know how valuable that would be to the right people? People trying to find ways to -?”

“What?! You wanna turn her over to a bunch of freaks in lab coats? Kakashi, she’s never even been outside this tube. You really think she should just be shuffled off to another one to be studied? That’s fucked up!”

“You’re the one who wanted this whole thing to be worthwhile and make us some cash!”

“Yeah, with tech. Not with people! We might as well be like the slavers at that point, and fuck that.”

Sighing, Kakashi runs a hand back through the mess of his hair. “So, what...you wanna just let her out and wish her luck on her way? You think taking someone like this and just...turning them loose in this world is fair, either?”

“I dunno! But I’m not gonna sell her as a lab rat, Kakashi. No fucking way.”

“Then what, leave her here? Seems she’s got a few days left of power. Less now that we’ve sucked some up with the lights and the stairs.”

“And let her turn into goop like the rest of these poor bastards?”

“There really doesn’t seem to be any fair option here, Obito. So make up your mind. You found her, you decide.”

Obito balks, heart leaping to his throat. He didn’t ask for this…!

“You better hurry because we’re running out of lights down here the longer we dawdle. I’m gonna go pack up what I can. You figure this out.”

“But -?!” Reaching out, he’s denied as Kakashi heads back into the other room. “...ugh, damn it!” Huffing a breath, he turns back to the tube.

Given she’s likely never had any light, the woman is pale as milk. And...maybe for the same reason, so is the rest of her: long, wavy hair almost seems to glow in the strange fluid. It’s a bit hard to tell given how much she’s floating, but it almost seems to be as long as she is tall.

...then again, he figures she’s never had a haircut.

...he can’t leave her here. And he won’t let her get snapped up by some freak wanting to study her like a bug in a jar. So, that leaves one option. Looking at the right side of the tank, Obito finds a kind of keypad: maybe a mechanism for opening the door? Cuz something tells him just...smashing the glass isn’t smart. “Uh…”

He needs a password.

Moving to the equipment, he shuffles through a bunch of papers, opening a filing cabinet and finding folders for the specimens. Glancing to her tube, he finds the number, a finger tracing down the paper until -

“Two four seven three,” he murmurs, repeating it under his breath until he’s back at the keypad, pressing the keys in sequence.

A loud beep sounds, and he startles as massive bubbles flood up from the floor of the tube. The liquid, it’s...it’s draining! She slowly sinks to a tangle of limbs at the bottom.

And then, with a pressurized hiss, the glass swings open, and she nearly tumbles out.

“Oh, shit -!” Kneeling, he manages to catch her, nose wrinkling at the smell of...whatever she was in. And she’s wet. Eugh.

Carefully, he starts taking out the wires, wincing as the sites bleed. And off comes the mask, letting her breathe air on her own for the first time.

“What the hell is -?”

“Kakashi! Find a rag or something, she’s bleeding wherever I take the wires out.”

Seeing that Obito apparently made up his mind, Kakashi sighs and finds a dispenser of paper towels. Handing those over, he then grabs one of the abandoned lab coats.

Since she is, after all, completely nude.

Obito mops her off, trying to wipe both blood and mystery liquid off her skin, going pink as he nears anything intimate. Once she’s a bit cleaner, he lifts her up and lets Kakashi help him get her as dressed as they can manage. A spare bit of cable ties it shut around her waist.

“...why isn’t she waking up?” the Uchiha then asks.

“No idea. Maybe she’s dead?”

“No, no - she’s breathing.”

“Try slapping her.”

Obito shoots him a look. “...hey, miss? Uh...hello?”

No response, her head lolling around on her neck.

“...well, let's - let’s get her back upstairs. Then we can come back down for any stuff you wanna haul out.”

“I’ve got a few bags full. And you’re gonna have to keep an eye on her. I’ll make a few trips in the meantime.”

“...all right.” Hefting her up on his back, Obito begins the ascent back to the surface, admittedly sad to leave the clean air behind.

Well...he has a person. Now what?

Back in their camp, he lays her on his bedroll. Her hair is still wet, and he mulls it over before turning her on her side. Deft fingers then start braiding. Once she has a long tail of plait, he ties it off with some wire. There...that’ll keep it from getting too out of hand.

“...mn…”

He stiffens. Is...is she waking up? “H-hello?”

Her eyelids twitch, leading him to notice her white lashes. Then they open to reveal a soft pair of grey eyes.

...Obito then realizes that she’s likely got no memories, no language...nothing.

Oh boy.

“...uh...hi?” he greets sheepishly, lips briefly flickering up into a smile. “...I’m Obito.”

Completely blank, she stares at him.

“...you, uh…” He sighs, rubbing his neck. “...can you...understand me?”

More unaware staring.

“Aw, crap. Well, uh…” Adjusting to sit cross-legged, he puts a hand to his chest. “...Obito.”

Her eyes drop to his hand, then back to his face.

“Obito.”

“...O...bito…”

He perks up. “Yeah!”

“...yeah.”

...okay, maybe she’s just copying him. Thinking it over for a moment, he recalls a book he got to read a while back, stolen from a camp they’d stayed at. It had a heroine, and her name was…

He then (very shyly) puts a hand to her chest. “...Ryū.”

Again, she looks to the hand, then back to him. “...R...Ryū…?”

A nod. “Ryū.” Hand back to his own chest. “Obito.”

“Okay, I’ve got the first -”

Obito points. “Kakashi.”

Following the gesture, Ryū sees Kakashi freeze. She also points. “...Kakashi!”

Amused, Obito bursts out laughing, clapping his hands and making her startle. “Hahaha! You got it!”

“Well this is going to be fun,” Kakashi mutters. “You’ve got an adult with the mental awareness of a baby.”

“She’ll learn!”

“With you as her teacher, that scares me.”

“Then you’ll just have to help, Kakashi.”

Sighing, he approaches and sits nearby. He points to Obito. “Idiot.”

“Hey -!”

“I...diot?”

“No!” Obito cuts in, waving his hands.

“Yes, idiot,” is Kakashi’s reply, laughing as Obito shoves him.

“...Obito.”

The pair pause, looking to her. By now, she’s more bright-eyed, clearly curious. She points. “Obito.” Her hand moves. “...Kakashi.”

Obito then points to her. “Ryū!”

“What kind of a name is -?”

“It’s her name! I got it from a book, okay?”

“All right, all right...guess you get the right. But we need to get her some supplies. And we better keep her out of the sun for too long for a while, let her get used to it.”

“Yeah…” There’s a lot to think about.

“...well, welcome to the nuclear waste dump that is Earth,” Kakashi offers. “You’ll learn to love it. Or hate it. Likely both. But at least you won’t turn into soup like your friends.”

Obito’s nose wrinkles. “...okay, but...let’s never tell her about that part once she understands, okay? It’ll only upset her.”

“Fine. Now, I’m gonna haul up some more stuff. Be on your best behavior.” Kakashi points warningly to the two of them.

“Kakashi!” Ryū replies, watching him go.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be back. Sadly,” Obito notes with a snort. Elbow on his knee and chin in his palm, he watches as Ryū takes in her surroundings, and then starts fiddling with anything within reach: debris, his bag...and then him.

He stiffens, but lets her curiously prod at him. She pulls at his clothes, seemingly understanding it’s separate from him. Then he takes his hand in her hands, turning it over and back before comparing it to her own.

...then she moves to his face.

Unlike the rest of her touches, these are more...hesitant. Careful. She seems to know it’s a bit more fragile. Eyes roam over it, drinking in his image.

“...ugly, huh?” he murmurs, knowing she can’t understand.

But she doesn’t flinch, a hand tracing along the ridges of his scars.

“Got those from a mutant. Plus a lot more you can’t see. It’s how Kakashi lost his eye, too. But he can tell you about that.”

She pauses to listen, but doesn’t comprehend. “...Obito.”

“...mhm. That’s me.”

More touches to his face, and then, tone softer, “...Obito…”

Blinking, he feels his face get warm. “...uh…?”

The phenomenon surprises her, jolting before pressing her palms to his cheeks, squishing them slightly to feel the heat.

And then she giggles.

It’s a sweet, chime-like sound. And Obito immediately adores it. “...you’re so cute,” he mumbles.

“...cute?”

“...uh -?”

“All right, I think that’s all we can reasonably carry. Especially since she can’t really...uh…” Kakashi perks a brow. “...am I interrupting something?”

Flustered, Obito leans back from her grip. “No!”

“...then let’s get ready to go.”

By the time they finish packing up, the afternoon is fading into evening. Obito draws a spare cloak over Ryū to keep her out of the sun. “There we go.”

“Ready?” his partner asks.

“I guess so.” The pair start walking, and...Obito realizes she’s not following. “Aw, jeez...uh…” Heading back, he holds out a hand.

After a pause, she does the same.

“Come on,” he mumbles, taking her grip and urging her to keep up.

“Obito!”

“...yup.”

     Okay not gonna lie, I...did not have high hopes for this prompt, but by the end I really enjoyed it xD I don’t, uh...participate much in the apocalypse genre (besides watching my brother play Fallout 4 lmao) so I don’t have much imagery to go off of. So I gave it my best shot .w.      While kinda gross in the middle there, it turned out cute by the end xD Obito’s got his work cut out for him, bahaha! But that’s all for today - thanks for reading!

[m1ckeyb3rry]

You’re fr doing us all a favor by writing about deconstructed popular tropes I LIVE for it!! I’m crying don’t remind me abt hollyhock Karasu or else I’m gonna start swerving again and I’m gonna forgot that otoya is the male lead

I loved the pi ending I feel like the balance of bittersweet was just right with all the tragedies that happened along the way plus Yuta losing his ce

You’re cooking too well with oaeu the ideas are genius but I’m DYING THE KARASU ONE??? LMFQOOOO HOW TO BECOME A HOMEWRECKER 101 “aiku is so experienced with that” is BRUTAL HAHAAH so true though I’m so excited!!!!

All hail irl tullia counterpart!!! Tell her Karasu nation (and bllk and jjk community too) owe her one for getting you to post your writing omg but I’m actually crying and laughing so fucking hard the epigraph is too good

I love chigiri bestie content….actually I love chigiri content in general too but he also just fits so well in a best friend role too!! I’m crying maybe the peregrine Nagi was the friends (reo) we made along the way LMAOO it’s ok what’s a good long Nagi fic without reo meddling in the storyline

DHDGSHS it’s ok…trust it’s coming soon!! Im pissing myself WHAT is that edit the first pic of Rin as Sukuna has me rofl wtf (yeah what’s sad is how his face card is giving more than wtvs going on in the current match smh) WHAT IN THE TARGETED AUDIENCE?!?! Bro I need more yotd on my fyp now that you’ve shown me this but omggggg also I’ve been Lowk kinda obsessed with the song they used something about the harmonies hits hard but that’s besides the point erm anyways. ok but like…….strike while the iron is hot yk…don’t wanna lost the motivation for these fire ideas…yk…..having inspiration and motivation while writing truly brings out the best flavors so I meaannnnnn whatever works yk! That’s true though I thought both of those slapped I wouldn’t have guessed that you weren’t working with any inspo for those at all

DISCORD KITTEN HAHAHAAH REAL new idea for the bllkverse is bllk gaming/streamer/youtube era I’ve seen fanart of people drawing the characters over some iconic meme YouTube videos and they’re so funny

SAMEEEE epinagi is actually serving us starving children because speaking of DID YOU SEE THE CH?? I love you epinagi thank you for the meal and delicious panels of the characters we don’t see in the main series

- Karasu anon

DECONSTRUCTING POPULAR TROPES IS SO MUCH FUNN!!! LMAOO omg that’s so real though like yes otoya is the male lead…but karasu…🥹😩😓

agreed i think it felt satisfying because it’s not like a disney-esque happily ever after ending where everyone is happy and alive it’s more of a “making the best with what we’ve got” type of deal where things aren’t perfect but at least they have each other and they can kind of rebuild a new life?? like there’s a hint of hopefulness even though they’ve lost sm

LMAOAOAO IT’S LITERALLY AIKU GIVING KARASU LESSONS ON HOW TO RUIN A RELATIONSHIP now ofc normally karasu would never be a homewrecker but like…is it homeWRECKING if the home is already in shambles 🤔

irl tullia counterpart is fr the goat we owe so much to her 🤩 THE OAEU EPIGRAPH IS SO GOOD definitely my best work…yk aiku has the most devious grin on his face while saying that meanwhile niko’s just like 😐

FJSNDJS considering the current point that we’re at in the story is reo trying to get reader to be his friend it really is just all abt reo rn 😭 but reo slays we love him it rlly isn’t a nagi story if he doesn’t play a massive role!! and at least i’m not making him all psycho or a freak or smth…chigiri content always slays truly he has no better role than as a bestie imo

OKAY WAIT QUESTION DOES TIK TOK SHOW YOU MY ACCT WHEN I SEND THIS VIDEOS TO YOU??? I JUST LEARNED IT DOES THAT SOMETIMES LMAOAAO DO YK MY FULL GOVERNMENT NAME AND EVERYTHING I’M CRYING this actually is freaking me out i turned the option off so nobody will get my acct suggested to them in the future but i’m terrified at how many people have already seen it…genuinely sickening to think about…i’m like actually so paranoid about people from irl finding me online and vice versa so this is stressing me out so much 😓 i don’t rlly mind if you know because we’re besties so i would literally give you my socials and not care but like random people on tumblr 😰 ick ick ICK

THE RIN AND SUKUNA EDIT HAD ME CRYING IT’S SO RANDOM 😭😭😭 but agreed his face card serves more in the edit than it has in the entire pxg vs bm match 😓 anyways AHHH YES YONA EDITS i have so many shinah edits saved i think i ended up rewatching them because i was searching for audios so my fyp remembered that i love yotd and put the edit on my fyp!! and agreed that song is rlly good the way their voices blend together is so nice (bruno mars is insanely talented but he drops songs once in a blue moon so people always forget that i feel)

EEK that’s my thing i don’t want to put the oaeu off for so long that i stop caring abt it 😓 so i think i might just start it and post and honestly it is what it is…people have waited this long they can wait a couple days more…i’ve posted a lot of request stuff recently i think so everyone will just have to be okay with me taking my time 😩

I LOVEE WHEN PEOPLE MAKE MODERN MEMES AS CHARACTERS FROM MEDIA it always slaps…it’s like smaus but actually done properly instead of butchering the characters beyond belief

I DIDDD I JUST READ IT AND OMG KIYORA CONTENT??? truly aligned w the miraverse there also the way karasu is all “we’ll fight meatheads with meatheads 🥱 so here’s the ball kiyora 😋” VILLAINOUS LMAOAOA also nagi looked extra majestic fsr…and zantetsu having literal train aura was so randomly funny to me because everyone else has cool animals and motifs and shit (chigiri + panther, barou + lion, kaiser + roses/thorns) meanwhile zantetsu is just a literal bullet train 😭 he’s so goofy i hope he has a moment in pxg vs bm i miss him

[aaaaagaronia]

im chernobyl miniseries on main but stupit bros headcanons time [smirk]

YOURE SO VALID AND YEAH!!!!!!!!

gonna split these up so i can actually read jfkbghfdjbjhvfd

also youve read like most of my headcannons for nauls already ali but here we go fdjkngvfdkjhj

theyre just guys being bros :)

nauls:

nauls goes Dramatic on Main and palmer goes [eyezoom] every time

and dramatic on main i mean he starts monologuing and hes so vague about what hes talking about if you were just listening to him you wouldnt tell what he was doing

he can and will wear socks and sandals to piss everyone off

if you wander into the kitchen at around 3am it’ll feel like youre in the twilight zone because hes wearing the embodiment of wacky 80s core and crop tops and you will go [eyezoom]

come back an hour later and hes back in his usual clothes jfdkhgfvjd he just likes to mess around with people :)

hes gnc (gender non conforming) because i like to project uwu

absolutely rocks fuchsia colored nail polish

his first name is actually Khiry but he prefers to go by Nauls

blasts music in the kitchen a lot not just because he likes to jam out but also because it drowns out the noise of pans clattering since thats a big sensory trigger for him

he!! is chungy!! a squishy boy!!! because i like to project and the Boy alleviates the body dysmorphia 

love for the friends is stored in the Baby

doesn’t really eat meals despite cooking a lot; he just snacks on things throughout the day 

needs glasses but refuses to wear them hdsbfgdh hes far sighted

insomniac but people just think hes just a really hard worker that refuses to sleep so he can keep his kitchen clean which is true but he also cant sleep fdjkbvhfjdrinks 

energy drinks to stay awake when hes really struggling

you can tell hes big sleeby when hes like,,, doing that slow blink cats do

he naps in the rec room sometimes; dont bug him or he wont get that sleep he need

she never actually looks sleep deprived jkdfnhvj hes either wide awake and baby or nodding off jkbgvjhfd

loves his big bro (palmer) to bits and no one knows why

verbally key smashes (so like its just a bunch of different noises) before he actually laughs

palmer:

palmer chucks ice at the windows (not the guy, but like the window panels) when hes outside

he can kinda sing but he prefer not to and the only man who can actually get him to is his widdle bro (nauls)

he!!!!! likes to draw!!!!he also!!!! likes to shitpost!!!!!

hes really impulsive fjdkbvjhfddoesnt like to put effort in making food for himself but if he has to make food for someone else too he’ll like try to put effort in it

knows like,, one magic trick and uses it all the time 

knows some spanish but he uses it in the wrong places so hes completely incoherent 

used to have long hair but chopped it off because he didnt want to deal with the maintenance of long hair

his laugh is a higher pitch than his talking voice

trips people by sticking his long leggys out but 80% of the time its unintentional

has put french fries in the toaster once; no one knows why but he did and they took forever to get out

he gets quiet when hes upset

:^) its the internalization

has like 4 walk mans but hoards headphones like theres no tomorrow

if you get his jacket dirty you will be slapped; only hes allowed to make it dirty

knees are bad so he has to sit down sometimes

his hair was blond when he was a tiny bastard but it turned brown as he got older

doesnt really drink,, like not consistently but like he will on occasion

[polar-stars]

I know that you dislike RDC arc but are there any particular part in the RDC arc you're looking forward to seeing animated?

I might not be a big fan of RDC, but honestly? I look insanely forward to the next season. Like wow. I am actually, you know, hyped. 

Thing is, even though I do have my problems with it, given what’s coming after the RDC, I will gladly take it any day over the BLUE Arc. 

Thing is, RDC at least still feels like “Shokugeki no Soma” for me, while BLUE does not. And after the straight-up slap into the face that the finale was for me, I just look forward to seeing something that still carries the spirit of SnS despite its numerous problems. Also, it’s an arc where pretty much all of the main cast is assembled and that’s a huge plus as well, considering that they were pretty much dead afterwards. And I just look forward to seeing them frequently (even if it is behind a cage for a lot of them)

Also given, that I did start my relationship with Shokugeki through the anime, as I watched Season 1 first before starting to read the manga, the anime alone will always have a sort off special place in my heart !

Some things that I do look forward to being animated would be…

1. The 91st Elites as first years:

I MEAN LOOK AT THIS ADORABLE GANG (that is full of hatred for each other, but that’s what makes them great)

(also the edit I made for this picture once, is kinda my most popular post I think ahdhdhf, so there’s that)

I look forward to the flashback of Megishima joining, he’s a good guy, I love him.

I look forward to seeing Momo some more, since she was not utilized all too much until now and I am excited to see her interactions with everyone animated. As well as seeing her cook.

TAKUMI CUTTING GINGER

(and Takumi doing various other things. Honestly…just Takumi in general. We always need more Takumi inner lives)

Also this bitch right here doing anything, tbh

Given that he is excellently voiced, Eizan’s evil performances are just really fun for me, alright? It’s what gets me through life. It’s what I liVE FO-

MY BOY SOMEI’S BACKSTORY THAT TRULY HIT ME HARD, OM G HE’S SUCH A GOOD KID

Specific Fights that I kinda look forward to most are: Everything in the 3rd Bout and Momo vs Erina

Meep.

Also then there’s also…you know….just a few panels of two certain ships standing together. And I hope they will animate them as well. 

Please anime, please. I don’t need more disappointments right now. plEASE. 

[sol1056]

EPs: "we chose Netflix to explore things like sexuality" (nothing was explored or was explicit for even 2 seconds) "when they told us u cant kill Shiro, we knew we could push the reveal 4 later" (so nice of them to admit they stopped our rep just to be able to kill him) "when we found out about byg we knew we coulnt kill Shiro & we thought we'll find rep w another character. Then we learned we could go on w/ Shiro as the rep" (theres ANOTHER REP WE DIDNT GET?? Was it vague then erased? Whatt??)

I think these are two separate issues. One is related to who made VLD, and the other is related to the EPs’ ignorance of characterization. The second overlaps with a bunch of asks I’ve recently gotten about race and representation, so here I’m just keeping it to a general discussion of characterization, with Lance as example. And then about Shiro in particular, how the EPs’ statements reveal their lack of thought.

Behind the cut. 

remember where these people came from

The team behind VLD is almost entirely formerly Nickelodeon. DreamWorks wanted to break into television on a much larger scale, and since they almost always promote from outside the company, they lured over Margie Cohn from her position as a Nick VP. As VP/exec levels tend to do, Cohn brought a bunch of people with her.

One of those was Mark Taylor, who’d been involved in both AtLA and LoK. Taylor, in turn, brought JDS, LM, and I think one or two of the other producers. Taylor also probably brought over Hamilton, Chan, and Hedrick, as known entities with proven track records. 

These are people who — for for the last ten or more years — have swum in Nickelodeon’s considerably more conservative fishbowl. It’s entirely possible (given what people tell me about storylines in HTTYD, and DW’s open support of She-Ra) the former Nickelodeon team automatically downgraded DW’s “go ahead and explore these heavier/darker topics” to mean “maybe kinda mention in passing but don’t be too obvious about it.”  

Now, to be fair, the EPs may have pushed for more LGBT+ rep, and their obstacle might not have been DW, but Taylor. It’d explain how the EPs could praise everyone (read: DreamWorks staff) as supportive, yet allso complain about pushback (read: Taylor’s Nickelodeon-influenced sensibilities). Two different parties were calling the shots. 

It’s also possible what the EPs saw as ‘rep’ was still considerably toned-down from what DW execs (and the VAs) may’ve expected. After all, that one-minute scene in VLD might’ve required an act of god at Nickelodeon. VLD’s staff may have genuinely considered this scene landmark because even that tiny bit was far more than their previous employer would’ve allowed. 

Cue the victory lap and excited chatter, and seeming blindness to Korra being long since surpassed by Steven Universe, Young Justice, Bob’s Burgers, Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, RWBY, Rick and Morty, Clarence, BoJack Horseman, Danger & Eggs, Big Mouth, and Summer Camp Island. Remember, it wasn’t until 2016 that Nickelodeon would have a married gay couple (in The Loud House), and they’re not even central characters. The VLD staff may’ve thought itself bold, and unprepared for the reality of modern (non-Nickelodeon) audience expectations. 

No, I don’t think that absolves them. It just seems the most reasonable explanation. That is, short of seeing the EPs as so utterly cynical they’d pump up the audience for what amounted to a nothingburger in light of what else popular media now delivers. 

and then there’s representation

VLD’s troubles can all be traced to one crucial detail: the EPs don’t understand that characters are the bedrock of stories. And as such, there are no shortcuts.

Ever had the misfortune to catch a home decorating show? Here we have a windowless basement: mock up a mantle from polystyrene, paint the walls gray, put up sconces with flickering lightbulbs… it’s still a basement. It’s just now desperately pretending to be something it isn’t. The bones of the structure are undeniably American Suburbia, not generic castle keep, and those bones are integral to how we experience the space.

The average person isn’t trained to be aware of those bones — the underlying architecture — and its subtle impact on our experience, just as most non-storytellers aren’t trained to see how and where and why characters create plot. I guarantee you, though, you will never mistake a late-century Kmart for the Centre Pompidou or the Forbidden City or Mount Vernon. Just as you would never mistake a beginner’s first novel for Lord of the Rings or Left Hand of Darkness. 

That is, the dressed stone isn’t paint and plaster; it’s a core element informing (even dictating) height, width, and depth of a space. Characterization is the same: it must be structural. In turn, characters inform the breadth and depth of the story. If your characterization is shallow, wild swerves and dramatic reveals can make the story fun, but they will never make it deep. 

I empathize with the (hopefully genuine) intent to avoid making Shiro’s sexuality a ‘reveal.’ The unfortunate truth is: waiting 60+ episodes to even mention in passing makes it a reveal. It wasn’t structural, or viewers would’ve been sensing it from the very beginning. 

This isn’t a haircut or a pair of jeans. It’s a person’s identity, and that has crucial impact on hopes, fears, desires, and needs. It doesn’t start only once the audience is let in on the secret; it was always there. It should’ve informed the character’s actions and reactions all along. 

If Lance is Cuban, and the story takes place in a quasi-future America, then to understand Lance’s perspective, we need to ask questions like: is Cuba still under embargo? Is it a free democracy now, or did Lance’s family flee at some point? Is he part of an exchange program, or is there a lottery that let him come to the US for his education? Did he leave his family behind? How young was he, when he left? What was his childhood like, and how does that differ from what he found in America? What was his parents’ relationship like, and how does that influence his expectations for friends and lovers? 

Was he fluent in English when he arrived, or did he only become fluent later? Does his Spanish have a noticeable accent, and if so, has he felt isolated from other Latinx at school? Or is he the only Latino at the Garrison? Is he proud of his heritage, or ashamed of it? Did he get bullied for being foreign, and how did that change what he says/does? Even if America is joyfully multi-cultural, he’d still be an immigrant or foreigner, and that’s a different experience from a non-white community that’s multi-generation American. What was his impression of his new life? What compared favorably (or not) to his childhood? 

It’s not just, “He’s a boy from Cuba.” You have to think about what it means to be ‘from Cuba’ and how this is different from, say, growing up next door to the Garrison (like Pidge probably did). If you put that much thought into it, if you talk to people who’ve lived that experience, if you push yourself to imagine as deeply as you can how Lance’s life would have shaped him? 

By the time you’re done, Lance would never need to say a word. 

His reactions, his assumptions, maybe a few mannerisms, his humor, a few throwaway comments about his family or things he did as a kid — and there would be Cubans in the audience going, “hey, wait a minute, he’s just like my cousin.” Or brother or uncle or friend. By the time someone asks at a panel? Half the audience would be saying, yeah, we were right, Lance is totally Cuban. 

Or you don’t think about it, and you use stereotypes in hopes that’ll do the work for you. As @sjwwerewolf commented:

Man, I’m ready to rant about Voltron. I’m Cuban. Lance, oh boy, Lance. From season 1 on, he has been written as a huge stereotype. The flirtatious, passionate comic relief character who’s dumb. Like. He’s literally Antman’s sidekick. That character. All you need to make him a full caricature is like, “I have a gangster brother.“ 

The stereotype is a shortcut. It’s slapping on behaviors without thought for a real person’s experiences or perspectives. VLD is, sadly, full of them: the Latino (wannabe) lover, the big guy who likes food (with only the slightest twist to have him actually good at cooking), the boyish-girl who’s a brain and likes computers more than people, etc. 

just pull shiro out of a hat

At some point early on, the EPs said (once again in an interview, not in the story) that VLD is a world without homophobia. The story itself contradicts that ideal, or at least, it emphasizes a certain level of heternormativity over an open embrace of diverse relationships. What’s in our face for six seasons is Lance’s lover-boy stereotype, Allura’s attraction to Lotor, Lotor’s attraction to Allura, Matt’s attraction to Allura, and so on… and the closest we get to anything resembling an alternate attraction is one blush from a servant in a flashback, and Kuron’s startled reaction to Keith’s return. 

All VLD had to do was have Hunk mention his moms. Or Coran mention his late husband. Or Lance mention his sister’s wife. Something explicit to offset the heterosexual attractions going on. Frankly, for six seasons it was an open question whether homosexuality even existed in VLD: the absence of a negative is not proof of the presence of a positive. 

That absence means we really have no idea how being queer in VLD’s world would affect a character — and it would, have no doubt. Our sexuality affects every single one of us; it’s just that straight people have the benefit of seeing the roadmap of their sexuality played out in a million books, movies, and television shows. If you haven’t given thought to whether this is also true in your world, then you don’t really know how a character could discover, define, and map their sexuality, or how they’d quantify or qualify relationships that overlap their sexual preferences. You don’t understand the structure. 

That lack of thought means, nine times out of ten, the creator has said to themselves, “it’s easier to just say this character’s experience of their sexuality is exactly like the one I, as a straight person, vaguely recall having (that I never actually had to question because it was already mapped out for me, everywhere I looked).” That’s not a queer character. That’s a character with a label slapped on their forehead that says here be a queer character. It’s paint, because the structure underneath is straight person. 

Which means that of course the EPs could consider making someone else “the rep,” because they really seem to believe this is as easy as removing the label from Shiro’s forehead and sticking it on someone else. And it’s not. People don’t work like that. Sexuality is no more a simple paint-job than race, gender, culture, or dis/ability. Each of these things is etched on our bones, literally or metaphorically, and that changes us all the way through. 

The short version, then, is: no, we wouldn’t have gotten any other rep, just as we haven’t truly gotten any rep as VLD was delivered. Shiro has a label on his forehead, but unless and until the canonical story demonstrates this goes all the way down to his bones… he’s just a straight suburban basement with a mediocre paint job and some fake queer columns.

[dynoguard]

NaNoWriMo: Return of the DinoKnights (Day 12)

Day 1 & 2 text is here.

Day 3 is here.

Day 4 is here.

Day 5 is here.

Day 6 is here.

Day 7 is here.

Day 8 is here.

Day 9 is here.

Day 10 is here.

Day 11 is here.

Today’s update is extra long, so I have included a read more break to not completely destroy everyone’s timelines. 

“Are you sure this is the right way?” Jason asked. The dark hallways of Science Tower One reminded him of his father’s video games; a maze of doors, winding hallways, vaulted ceilings made of the same bits, rearranged over and over again. 

“It’s not.” Linn replied. “Not if we’re trying to get back to control. But we’re not.”

“Are you going to eat me?”

Linn stopped. She spun around with a hop. To Jason, she moved like a small bird, deliberate and graceful with bursts of erratic speed. “Eat you? Did that translate right?”

“You say we’re going to find your friend but we’re just wandering in the dark.” Jason said. “And the teeth and claws and stuff.”

“You don’t like my claws?”

“It’s not-” Jason shook his head. “Just, if you’re going to eat me, give me a head start.”

Linn lowered her head but kept her snout forward, her neck curving gracefully, the feathers on her forearms fanning out as she clicked the large, curved, sickle-like claws on each foot against the floor.  “Why would I give you a head start when I could just GOBBLE YOU UP!”

She lunged forward, jaws snapping open, her sharp teeth bared. Jason leapt backward. The back of his left leg caught the edge of the cylindrical decorative planter behind him, sending him tumbling, gracelessly, over a squat fern of what was (until today) an extinct species.  

Jason started to struggle to his feet in a panic when he heard Linn laughing. Her laughter came in bursts, starting as musical giggles then rising to full guffaws before halting with an inhalation of breath that sounded a bit like a goose honking. 

“Are you-” Linn managed to say through her laughter. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Jason said. Linn extended a clawed hand and, after a moment’s hesitation, he took it. It was smooth and scaled and softer than he expected. He could feel her claws against his skin, but as she helped him to his feet he did not feel even a scratch. Even when his weight shifted unexpectedly as he untangled himself from the plant. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. And your face, the look on your face!” Linn laughed. 

Jason flushed with embarrassment, his brown skin turning a darker shade for a moment. He leaned against a smooth section of the hallway wall. “Okay, yeah, if I’d been watching it would have been funny. But if you didn’t lure me down here to eat me-”

“You can talk and you’re not cooked, why would I eat you?” Linn paused. “You do cook your not-talking food, right?” 

“Yeah, we cook our food, most of the time.” Jason replied. “And we don’t eat anything that talks... that we know of.”

“Score two for humanity.” Linn laughed. “If we go to control, the adults are just going to put us in a corner until they figure everything out. So I’m being helpful, we’re going to meet Kyle where he’s going.”

“Where is-” The lights flickered on suddenly. Jason snapped his eyes closed against the sudden burst of light. 

“HEY THERE!-”

Jason turned to see the face of another dinosaur with its jaws wide open. He once against screamed and leapt back. This time Linn was there to catch him.

“-CU-CU-CUSTOMER!” The dinosaur was behind the wall Jason had been leaning on, which he could now see was a panel of black glass. The Dinosovian in the mirror resembled a green Tyrannosaurus Rex, though proportioned more like a human being and wearing a shiny, tailored purple jacket over a bodysuit similar to the one Linn wore.. He seemed vaguely plastic, a bit too angular, and his head plumage was coiffed into a ridiculous crest. “You look like you could use a snack with b-b-b-b-bite!” 

“Hey Mister Bite!” Linn chirped as if the creature were a life-long friend.

“Cu-cu-customer Linn-in-in.” The pitchman seemed to twitch and relocate within the glass as he spoke, An assortment of packages materialized around him, “Good to see you again. What can I g-g-get you?”

“It’s a vending machine?”

“You haven’t heard of Mister B-b-b-bite?” The pitchman turned its attention to Jason. “You must have been living under a r-r-r-ock.”

“Is it broken?” Jason asked. “Why does it talk like that?”

“It’s called sh-sh-showmanship!” Mister Bite replied. 

“Yeah, that’s kinda Mister Bite’s deal.” Linn said, turning her own attention to the screen. “Two Chomp-Chomps, a Drom-sized Splort, and- Jason what do you eat?”

“What?”

“Mostly meat, mostly veg?”

“Mix of both?”

“Make that two Drom-sized Splorts, and a Cerowrap.” 

“Coming right up, Cu-cu-customer Linn!” A series of clanking noises and thumps came from behind the wall as a short, catchy tune filled the air. “C-c--communications are down, your account will be debited once connections are re--re-restored!”

A small door, previously indistinguishable from the rest of the wall, opened, and a tray extended from it. On the tray were a pair of red plastic pitchers with silver writing that the translator told Jason’s mind was Dinosovian for “Splort!” Next two it were what looked like a pair of candy bars in silver wrappers and what appeared to be a burrito made with an unfamiliar leaf in place of a tortilla.  

“Thank you, Mister Bite.” Linn shoved one of the pitchers and the leaf-wrap into Jason’s hands. 

“No Pr-pr-problem! Come back when you need more B-b-bite in your d-d-day!” The plastic pitchman then vanished, the screen going blank, once again becoming a pane of black glass. 

“All this talk of eating you made me hungry.” Linn tore the wrapper off the first ‘Chomp-Chomp’. Jason had expected a candy bar of some stripe, but the package contained a tube of cured meat covered in a breading that was mostly small seeds. She took a bite.

Jason sniffed his wrap. It smelled like lettuce with a hint of mint. Under that lay the smell of unfamiliar spices and a hint of something meaty. “So is Mr. Bite like, artificially intelligent or just prerecorded?”

“Low-end AI, programmed to sell food, make small talk and tell some jokes.” Linn replied. “How do your vending machines work?”

“We push buttons.”

“Just like the ones in Historic Tuskaroon!” Linn chirped. “We went there one year on vacation. I got to shoot a brigand with a crossbow, I was all-”

Linn mimed firing the crossbow, then hopped to where she had aimed it. 

“And he was all-” and acted as though the bolt had struck her in the chest, grabbing the impact with a claw and dramatically flopping to the ground. “Ugh!”

Jason took a wary bite of his wrap. The leaf crunched, and tasted much like it smelled, like minty lettuce. The fillings were warm, something that tasted like almonds but was soft like baked beans, a ground, lightly spiced meat that was vaguely pork-like in texture and flavor, and a savory sauce. “This isn’t bad. What kind of meat is this?”

“Dragonfly.” Linn replied. She took a drink from her pitcher, holding it up and gently pouring into her mouth. “But its totally super-processed.”

"Gross.” Jason said. He took another bite anyway. He took an awkward sip from his pitcher. It was carbonated, like a soda and it tasted like coffee and almond milk with a hint of tropical fruit. 

“Huh...” Linn paused. “I just realized we don’t know if you can eat this stuff.”

“It doesn’t taste poisonous.” Jason said. 

“But you could be allergic or something. Maybe you should just let me-”

Jason noticed that both of Linn’s ‘Chomp Chomp’ wrappers were empty. “We can go back if you’re still hungry.”

“Eh, maybe in a bit.” Linn stopped in her tracks.

“What is it?” 

Linn turned to the wall on their left. A heavy door large enough to drive a car through was stuck, half-open. Or, more accurately, half of the door and a section of the wall was missing, Beyond the empty gap was a large, dark room. 

“This is Project Zero.” 

“I don’t come from your time, please explain.” Jason replied. 

“All the Science Towers have cutting edge science projects, some are classified. One in five dinos here work on Project Zero but no one talks about it.” She stepped through the gap, her tail swishing behind her.

“Wait, you said it was top secret.”

She stuck her head out of the door. “Which means if we’re going to find out what it is, we need to do it now, when no one is around to catch us.”

--

“Monsters! You have monsters just wandering around and you didn’t think to tell us?” Sheriff Horne glared at the human Gloria Anning. She and Sagan were the only ones in the control room when she finally made it up stairs. 

“Describe the monster... was it furry with big claws, yay big?” Gloria indicated about five feet with her hand, then mimed a pair of antlers with her hands “Or was it four legged with big horns?” 

“No, not an animal, a monster.” Horne seemed even larger and more powerful in her shiny blue armor and her frustration was palpable. “A monster, capital M, emphasis on the ‘onster’, it was like a living shadow full of purple lightning,”

“We don’t... have anything like that.” Sagan said.

“No. We don’t.” Gloria said. “Tell me more, Sheriff.”

Sheriff Horne recounted her journey to the vehicle bay in detail, omitting exactly how much the chittervoles had startled her.  

“Is it possible this ‘specter’ could be something you picked up on your way to the present?” Gloria asked.

“I don’t know. I’m not-” Sheriff Horne sighed. “I’m not good with the science. I know how to operate stuff-”

She slapped her armored hand against her chest plate for emphasis. “-but Linn’s the smart egg in the family.”

“And she’s wandering around with my son right now.” 

“That’s not good.” Horne said. “I mean, no offense, but I don’t know you, or your species. For all I know he could eat her.”

“He is a teenager.” Gloria interjected. 

Both Horne and Sagan looked at her.

“I’m kidding,” Gloria said. “I’m pretty sure we have more in common than we don’t. Which is is why instead of returning here now that power is on, everyone has wandered off and left us to worry.”

“She’s right.” Sagan said. “So do we wait here for them to come back or go looking for them.”

“Kyle and Zara are scientists at the top of their fields.” Sheriff Horne replied. “And Brach’s just as smart and curious.”

“So we-” Gloria began.

-better find them before they accidentally teleport us into the sun or unleash killer robots on the world or turn air into fire or something.” Horne said as she stomped toward the door to Section 2. 

[cutegirlmayra]

sonamy boom prompt? XD

I wrote this in an actual Abode Script Program but I can’t submit it without it looking weird XP So sorry! But this is the best I can do :)

I AIN’T PLAYIN’.

So please know! I wrote this as an ACTUAL SCRIPT just for you, precious Anon ;)b

(Now on fanfiction! (x) Also DA and Wattpad. :) )

Sonic Boom Fan Script

Doubt Your Doubtbot

Written By

Micaela

A.K.A Cutegirlmayra

Based on, if any

SEGA’S Sonic Boom

INT. Amy Rose’s House - DAy

Sonic lounges on Amy’s couch, reading a Tommy Thunder comic, as Amy looks around her refrigerator, frustrated.

Sonic hears the disgruntled agitations from the kitchen and looks over to her.

Sonic

What’s wrong, Ames?

Amy

(shakes hands in frustration) Augh.

Amy turns to Sonic.

Amy

You know that Chef’s United March we had last weekend?

Sonic

You mean that weird parade with people wearing aprons and marching to- we won’t, we won’t, cook for you? Even though you basically ended Island hunger in one evening?

Sonic places the comic down, now giving full attention to the conversation, but seeming to speak as if not seeing any significance in the matter.

AmY

Exactly. As cooks, we shouldn’t have to make anything just cause ‘we can’. Unless we offer our services, No one should demanding anything from us.

Sonic

Way to go, Amy. Fighting the good fight. Doing what really matters for society.

He rolls his eyes.

Sonic

So what’s the problem?

Amy

(defeated sigh) With all the cooking everyone did, there’s just too many leftovers for me to eat alone.

Sonic

(Perks up) Leftovers?

Amy slouches over a little, before Sonic dashes up to her, trying to play it cool.

Sonic

Well, let’s see what you got here.

He ducks his head into the refrigerator.

Sonic

Ohh~ Apple pie, biscuits, watermelon,-(gasps) Spaghetti with meatballs!

Amy shakes her head, a little condescendingly as his butt moves with his tail at each items he lists before he finally leans up.

Sonic

Well, Amy. This is your lucky day! Do I have a deal for you! Let me handle this and all your worries will just fade away. No charge for me and my stomach’s services~

AmY

Why are you talking like a sales pitch?

Sonic wraps an arm around her and points a jabbed finger her way.

Sonic

(Still in character) Why are you avoiding the solution of your life? Order now and I may include a free shipping and handling.

He winks, just being funny.

Amy

I’ll sign. You know, we could have a picnic with all the food I accumulated.

Sonic

Sounds like a plan to me! You know, I think this could be the start… Of a beautiful friendship.

Sonic moves away, gesturing to his stomach and then Amy.

Sonic

Regarding my stomach and you’re excessive cooking habits, that is.

Amy

Hey! These habits are about to fill your stomach!

Sonic

And me and my client would like to thank you on behalf of that. When do we meet?

Hovering in the corner, buzzing undetected, Eggman’s spybot watches the scene from his red eye-sockets.

The scene suddenly turns red as Eggman is staring at a screen, glaring at the two.

Int. Eggman’s HQ - day

Eggman, accompanied by an observing Orbot and Cubot, suddenly bashes his hand to the control panel of his monitor screens.

Eggman

Blast it all! Why is it always a picnic!? Doesn’t he know we’ve already made reservations? We were suppose to fight today!

Ext. Island landscape

Sonic and Eggman, in close combat, hold one arm out to push the other back while their free hands continually punch to try and get a hit on the other.

They continue their humorous battle with grunts and strains.

Int. Eggman’s hq

Eggman laughs lightly and smiles at the recollection of how he wanted the day to go.

Eggman

(Daydreaming) Hahaha, Hehehe.

Orbot

A picnic does sound like it may distract Sonic from his previous arrangements with Eggman.

Cubot

Yeah, if he starts spending more time with Amy, why… we might be left in the dust!

Orbot

Don’t say such things, Cubot. You’ll upset Doctor Eggman.

Eggman suddenly comes back from his daydreams. He lifts a side of his mustache to indicate he’s been listening, much like a rabbit’s ear. He rises from the chair.

Eggman

Grr.. Unacceptable! I mean, why even bother with a picnic? I’ve ruined those outings a thousand times already! Not like it’s creative or anything.

Eggman clicks and moves some virtual controls on his control panel as the monitor shows a montage of Sonic team having picnics. One shows Tails, Sticks, and Amy, before beebots swarm in and they frantically race away. Another is with Sonic, Knuckles, and Perci, who a robot with water guns jumps out from behind to hose them down as they race off. After the hoses on it’s arms turn off, there’s a brief second before Sonic and Knuckles come back to attack the robot. it fals over as it’s feet kick wildly up.

Eggman

I need to find something that will tear these little- get togethers- apart! And for good this time!

Orbot

But how can you break such wonderfully strong team bonds?

Eggman

I don’t need to break all of them. Just one. Hmm… But what can bring insecurity and distrust to a confident, borderline egotistical preteen?

Orbot

Is that even something that needs to be asked?

Cubot

I doubt it could work.

Eggman

That’s it!

Int. Eggman’s lab - day

Eggman leans against a counter, as his new creation turns on at last, and looks around the room. It resembles a cool looking robotic, blocky cyborg with screens that look like shutter glasses; except that instead of plastic lines or slits, there’s a thin layer of green light that slowly moves across the screens at just barely different lengths and times. Keeping the cool/trendy stripe pattern going.

Eggman

Meet my lastest creation! Doubtbot! If you had worries you weren’t fitting into the ‘social norm’ of society, then Doubtbot will surely bring that to light!

He uses the bunny ears as he speaks of ‘social norms’ and Doubtbot looks strangely up at him, shaking his head.

Doubtbot

Man, did you just bunny ears that one? You really dated yourself there, dude.

Orbot

(looks to Cubot) Fascinating! It can recognize and scan for signs of acceptance and completely break them apart!

Eggman frowns, his mustache going down a bit too.

Doubtbot

(turns to Orbot) Oh, do you state the obvious to feel needed or something? Kinda getting some desperate vibes there. Are you sure that’s the only function Eggman gave you to not look obsolete with your slap-stick, comedy duo partner over there?

Orbot flings a hand up to where his chest should be, as Cubot flinches back.

Orbot

(Angrily) Oh! The nerve!

Cubot

Wow! He even got me doubting whether I’m the comedy duo partner or not!

Eggman

(laughs and points a mocking finger towards Orbot) That’s exactly what it looks like! Now, to unleash this monstrosity on Sonic! Once he thinks this little, innocent, get together could be something ‘uncool’-ah… Oh.

He did the bunny ears, but looks to Doubtbot’s judging head tilt up at him, and immediately drops them.

Eggman

Ehem, it’ll turn the events so awkward, that the chain reaction will cause total drama across the whole team! Hahah!

Doubtbot

Wow, trying to split up the team. It’s almost like you’re doing the same idea in just a bunch of different ways and calling it unique. But I mean, at least you get paid right? Ooh… I guess you just do it for the fun of it, huh?

Eggman turns aggressively to Doubtbot, as Orbot and Cubot immediately fly up to hold him back as he tries to advance, growling his frustrations.

Ext. hedgehog village - day

Sonic’s just minding his own business as he passes Meh-Burger. Doubtbot, seeing him off to the side of the fence, puts down a drink he was momentarily pretending to drink, and grabs Sonic’s attention.

Doubtbot

H-hey, now. You that cool hero guy from the news, yeah?

Sonic

Huh? Oh yeah. That’s me. Sonic The Hedgehog.

Strikes a pose, waving.

Doubtbot

Right… Right… Well, you were cool.

Sonic

(sees a double meaning in that.) W-wait, were?

Sonic flinches down his waving hand.

Doubtbot

Hero, huh? Heh. Where you headin’ too? For the fastest thing in the world, you sure like to mosey about a lot.

Sonic folds arms, glaring defensively.

Sonic

(growling, slightly offended)I’m going to eat with my teammate.

Doubtbot

Who that?

Sonic

Amy. You probably-

Doubtbot

Never heard of her.

Doubtbot goes to take a fake sip, as Sonic shoves his fists down by his sides, growing more angry.

Doubtbot

She must be right for you, though. I guess? I mean… I thought you would go for more than just a ‘cute girl’ but I suppose this is all you’ve got, so… Making do, huh?

Sonic

She’s just a friend!

Doubtbot

Oh? But then… Why are you hanging out? All alone..?

Sonic

A-a-alone? That doesn’t make it any different!

Doubtbot

Let me ask you something.

He leans up and gestures with a relaxed finger for Sonic to come closer, pretending to look out for him.

Doubtbot

If it’s planned, private, and food’s involved? You know it’s got cooties written all over it.

Sonic

(leans back and waves hands out, shaking head) Cooties? Oh no, no, no. That’s been scientifically disproven years ago.

Ext. Eggman’s HQ - day

Eggman leans fully back in his chair, completely in shock.

Eggman

WHAT!?

He turns to Orbot.

Eggman

Orbot, get on that!

He turns back to the monitor as Orbot turns away and sighs.

Orbot

(grumbling) Of course, Doctor… Because that’s the only lousy work I get to do around here… Isn’t it?

Ext. Hedgehog village - day

Sonic leans away, clearly disliking this new guy’s demeanor and talk. Doubtbot gets up, pretending to be looking after Sonic’s best interest.

Doubtbot

Hey, that’s cool. It chill. I’m just saying… A boy, a girl, a picnic? Eh. Who am I to judge.

Sonic

(starting to feel suspicious of Amy) That shouldn’t matter…

Doubtbot

(Gives him a questioning look) Does it?

Sonic

B-besides, it’s Amy! She wouldn’t-..

Doubtbot

Would she?

Sonic turns away from Doubtbot, looking at the ground as if unsure now.

Doubtbot smirks, his glasses flinging the striped lights more prominently. He waves behind him and starts to take off.

Doubtbot

Close proximity, man… Just trying to warn ya.

Sonic looks over his shoulder, before walking on with a concerned expression.

Ext. island landscape - Canyon - day

Sonic, walking along the path to where he knows Amy probably set up the picnic, is talking to himself out loud, trying to feel reassured about the ‘event’.

Sonic

Come on, Sonic. Don’t let this get to you like that. I mean, pfft, this is Amy we’re talking about here! I’m sure it’s fine.

Amy (O.S.)

Sonic!

Sonic flinches his head up as he sees Amy waving in the distance, she giggles as she puts the hand down, and reveals some food around her. Her hair flips suddenly at a rush of wind and she adjusts it in slow motion, before holding up a piece of food to him.

Sonic stares and then shakes his head.

Sonic

It’s just a picnic!!!

Humming is heard as spybot is revealed just a little ways away, and a few of Eggman’s robots crept silently above the two, who are stationed at the bottom of the canyon below.

Int. Eggman’s Hq - day

Eggman snickers as he rubs his hands together.

Eggman

Heh-heh-heh… Show time!

Cubot

I thought the show already started?

Orbot

(Sighs and turns to him, shaking head) I refuse to comment on your comedy shtick and openly admit I’m apart of it.

Cubot

Isn’t that commenting, though?

Orbot sighs deeper, as if having given up already.

Ext. Island landscape - day

Sonic approaches nervously, rubbing the back of his head before sitting down.

Eggman, now on top of the canyon, peers down.

Eggman

Too easy… They’re like two cockroaches sitting pleasantly before being squashed!

Amy moves a hand to the basket, but Sonic was going for some food.

Their hands touch and they quickly withdraw them, awkwardly looking away and chuckling nervously as Sonic rubs his arm and Amy holds her hands together; awkward.

Amy

Anyway, I hope you don’t mind. I may have brought extra-

Sonic

Amy, this is important.

Amy

H-huh?

Sonic turns to face her, looking directly into her eyes; pretty serious as Amy is startled and a bit taken aback by his fierce stare.

Sonic

This isn’t what it looks like.. is it?

Amy

Um…

She looks around, still a little flinched back before slowly turning to him, raising an eyebrow.

Amy

A picnic..?

Sonic

No! Not the picnic!

Sonic shakes his head, as Amy continues to stare, worried.

Amy

(Sarcastically) Well, it’s not a spa day.

He ducks his head, still scratching the back of it.

Sonic

Ames.. this-…This isn’t a..

Eggman’s reels back his arm, about to say his infamous line when-

Tails (o.s)

Amy! Sonic!

The two turn as Eggman swipes his hand out but covers his mouth. Shooing the robots quietly now that someone interupted him and he didn’t want to be spotted.

Amy

Oh! Guys! You made it!

Sonic looks surprised to see Tails, Knuckles, and Sticks carrying food in their arms as Amy comes over to help.

Amy

Did you get everything?

Tails

Uh-huh. Even the chocolate pudding!

He holds it up, as Sticks moves the giant pillar of food she’s balancing in her arms to say something off to the side, looking a little annoyed.

Sticks

Lighter than the meatloaf, at least… Well, we did lighten the load a bit on the way here.

Knuckles was eating the baskets in his hands. Food stuffed in his cheeks.

She smirked before turning to the picnic, putting the stuff down. Stretching.

Sticks

(relief) Ah, at least here, I can see if any government spies are watching in the clearings. No way to hide now…

She swipes out binoculars as they focus in on the tops of the canyon’s walls, seeing a swarm of robots stampeding down it.

Sticks (o.s)

Woah! Picnic crashers at two o'clock!

She removes the binoculars.

Sticks

Can’t have a decent meal without vermin sneaking in on ya like hyenas… Worse when it’s propaganda in the form of cartoons!

Amy

Sticks!

Amy struggles to get her hammer back from a bugbot. Sonic spin dashes into it, then looks to Amy.

Sonic

It was a group thing!? Why didn’t you tell me? Amy, I..

Amy

I have no idea why you’re acting- HA. The way you are but- GRUFF! You don’t have to apologize for anything. Grr.. HA!

They fight the robots and smile to one another; him seeing she didn’t get it anyway.

Eggman, standing up top, grips his hands up to his head, leaning back in defeat with Doubtbot by his side.

Eggman

NOOO!! I was so close!

Doubtbot

But.. were you though?

Eggman

(angrily) AHH!!!

He jumps down and elbows a wrestler’s move into Doubtbot.

Eggman

Take that, and that! I’m the only one that criticize myself, you got that!?

He gets Doubtbot in a choke hold, causing his lights to flicker out.

The team continue to fight before Tails sees one of them going for the baskets of food.

Tails

Oh no! The baskets!

He strains against the robot he’s fighting, which has a firm bite on his wrench, but Knuckles pushes a robot away, having it explode before running to the picnic scene.

Knuckles

I got it!

He punches his fist together, before looking like he was reeling his fist back to hit the robot. Instead, he swipes the basket up and scarf the contents down as the robot stares with blinks.

He continues to chug and then swallows.

Knuckles

Emm~ Vanilla strawberry shortcake!

He then punches the robot off.

Eggman

You win your little picnic this time, Sonic… But I’ll be back! To spoil every other little date you plan. Every last one of them!

Flies off.

Sonic

(twitches) D-da-da-date!?

Sticks

(looks to him) What? Would it be so bad?

Amy nervously laughs but Sonic just blinks and looks away, both trying to awkwardly dodge a bullet before Knuckles burps to the side.

They turn as he pats his stomach, having a bunch of empty baskets around him.

Knuckles

You know what they say! Doubt your doubts before you doubt the bloated echidna with empty baskets once full of leftovers around him.. haha…

END.

[my-dear-hammy]

Basking in Firelight:Jamilton Sequel

Masterpost

Chapter Sixty-Five:

Bloodbath

AN

Remember that animatic for the Impossible Duet I mentioned all that time ago? Well I took out a chunk of stress by working on it and it's gone from 3 to 50 completed frames yay!

Ready for a long ass chapter?

I promised I would be nice this chapter. So here I am, being nice. *Sigh* so dull.

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Warnings below

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"Don't move or I'll blow your head off," the voice growled.

Oh shit.

What could Hamilton do? It was pitch black and he had a gun to his head. Wait a minute, it was pitch black.

Bluff

"I might say the same to you," Hamilton said confidently, "Move an inch and you die. I know these tunnels better than you, you damnable Govey." As he talked, he silently pulled out his gun and aimed it as well. Now he wasn't bluffing.

The other person just started laughing, "Alexander?"

"Burr?"

"Sir!" He was still laughing. "I almost shot you!"

"I still might," Hamilton growled.

Burr's laughter immediately ceased. "As much as I'd be willing to let you, I'm afraid now is not the best situation."

"Now is the best situation. I could shoot you and blame the Goveys so Jefferson wouldn't even be mad."

Burr sighed. "Alexander, get a little perspective. We need to work together to put an end to this."

"Rich, coming from you. You know these passages so well and your position with Adams makes it so easy to go turncoat and let them in these tunnels with you as their guide. I've heard how you disappear so easily and move like a ghost around the Manor."

"Yeah, to avoid people," Burr scoffed. "Do you really think I'd turn when I'm finally in the position I wanted for so long?"

"I think you're still salty and bitter and don't give a damn about what happened to anyone else as long as you get what you want."

Burr chuckled darkly but before he could reply, a panel opened up right next to them, bathing them in light, temporarily blinding them. All they could make out was the outline of a man.

***

Okay, this was seriously starting to bother Jefferson. He couldn't find anyone. Not any Goveys not any of his friends. They were just gone. He hadn't checked every room yet but he should've come across more than he has. What was going on?

He kept wandering until finally, he came across a room with two Goveys. Finally. He opened the door just enough for their words to be clear. Eavesdropping, rude right?

"-and gathered in the ballroom."

"The ballroom? I thought the plan was the dining room?"

"They keep changing it. Agent Ghost gave them some new information for the trap."

Trap? Shit. A trap for who? For them?

"Oh, makes sense." The two soldiers walked out of the room and Jefferson quickly navigated the tunnels so he was walking right along with them inside the wall. If he listened hard enough, he could barely make out what they were saying.

"I bet there's food in the kitchen, wanna raid it?"

Oh hell no.

"Hell yeah!"

Fuck.

Jefferson opened the wall and pulled the one walking in the back into the wall without the other noticing, flicking his wrist so his blade slid between the man's ribs, piercing his lungs so he couldn't scream and then put him out of his misery. The wall closed and both Jefferson and the remaining soldiers walked on.

"Hey Fred, do you think they have smoked ham? Fred?" The man turned around and found an empty hallway. Jefferson slipped out of the wall and stood behind him.

The man turned around, "Oh hello, my name is Jefferson. You're in my Manor. Your friend was too. Fred, was it? Well, not anymore." The man went for his gun but Jefferson flickered his wrist and rested the tip of the blade at the top of his throat. "Now tell me about this trap."

***

Hamilton whirled and aimed his gun at the chest of the new arrival and pulled the trigger. But the man dove out of the way yelling, "Shit!" He hit the floor with a heavy thud but managed to transform it into a roll and came up standing, hands raised outward toward Hamilton, fingers splayed apart in a halting gesture. Hamilton reaimed, adrenaline and anger at Burr still pounding through him. "Don't shoot!" the man yelled. Hamilton's finger tightened on the trigger but Burr shoved his arm down and the bullet discharged into the floor.

"What the hell, Burr?!" Hamilton yelled, rounding on Burr.

Burr looked like he wanted slap Hamilton but instead, he said with quiet wrath, gesturing to the man, "Did you want to shoot Laurens? I'm sorry I thought he was on our side."

"What?" Hamilton looked back at the man, confused, and to his shock, found Laurens standing there.

"You tried to fucking shoot me!"

"I- I'm sorry John, I though were a Govey," Hamilton stammered.

"A Govey?! Oh yes, I'm sure a Govey would have gone for surrender instead of shooting your face off. Maybe that was a better option!" Laurens' anger rose.

"Believe me, John, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I should've paid more attention."

"Hell yeah you should be, frankly at this point I wouldn't be surprised if you were trying to shoot Burr too."

"Heh heh, yeah..." Hamilton trailed off.

"Let's just go back to how we used to work together when we were stealing tanks," Burr defused the situation.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go back to that. Look, man, I'm sorry I got flustered and yelled at you," Laurens said, sticking out a hand for Hamilton to shake.

"And I'm sorry for almost shooting you," Hamilton smirked, grasping his hand firmly.

John grinned wickedly before pulling Hamilton off balance and to his chest, planting a kiss right on his lips, too quick for Hamilton to stop and too short for him to push away. Laurens laughed as Hamilton's face flushed from either blush or fury, Hamilton wasn't quite sure which. "Now we're even," Laurens cackled.

Before Hamilton could cuss him out, heavy footfalls came from just outside the room. "The yelling came from in here!" Goveys. Lots of them.

Laurens shoved Burr and Hamilton back into the wall, but it was too late for him to slip in too, so he slid the wall shut, soldiers trampling into the room.

"John!" Hamilton yelled, hitting the wall, but Laurens had his back pressed against it so that Hamilton couldn't open it again. Burr grabbed Hamilton and pulled him away right as gunshots went off, bullets tearing through right where they'd been standing. As Burr dragged Hamilton away, kicking and yelling, he could faintly here the distinct sound of a body drop and I muffled voice cheer, "Got one!"

***

Jefferson pulled his hostage into the wall so no one else would happen upon them, he pressed his blade harder to his throat, drawing a bead of blood. "Talk," he commanded.

The man looked like he was about to cry, but he managed to keep his pride. He was a soldier after all. "You'll kill me anyway."

Jefferson was a pretty terrifying guy when he wanted to be. Every muscle in his body rippling with fury and barely leashed rage, a leash that could snap at any second. His eyes turned to a cold wrath that could freeze people mid step. But he couldn't crack this guy. "Kill me, you're getting nothing from me," the soldier spat.

Jefferson tried every tactic in the book short of torture. He wasn't a monster.

So he hog tied him and left in the wall next to his dead friend. At least he didn't kill him, right?

The ballroom. What was going down in the ballroom? A trap of some kind. That's where all the presidential staff would be, including Burr and Adams, the presidents themselves. No wonder Jefferson couldn't find anyone, they were all there. But if it were a trap, was it a trap set for him and Hamilton? Designed for them to come out of the walls? Or was it planned for them to come through the front door? Was it even for them?

Well, who else would it be for?

And then there's the alleged traitor. Hamilton was right. So who was it? Burr? Adams? A cabinet member? The cook? There was always something in involving a cook it seemed. If only Mulligan wasn't on tour in Europe showing off his new fashion line, he was good at this spy stuff.

He had to find Hamilton and discuss their next move. Laurens too. Where could he have possibly gotten off to?

Jefferson turned left, guessing where Hamilton would most likely be. Come on, think Jefferson, think. If he were a Govey mole and knew about the passages, how would he set up a trap to catch two of the most skilled fighters that knew every nook of the Manor?

Simple. Get them out of the Manor.

No. To predictable. The trap was in the ballroom.

Right?

He took another left, sliding open a wall, crossing a room and opened a different wall. He stepped into the completely separate network of tunnels. So intricate. He was kinda proud, he was probably the only one that wouldn't get lost in these.

He hoped Hamilton could find his way okay. He kept moving.

Then he stopped moving. He heard a peircing scream. He was moving again.

Fast.

It wasn't far away and he could hear the gunfire through the walls. He finally made it to the source and looked into the room only see Angelica holding her hand to her bloodied stomach as she faced off ten or more Goveys. Jefferson burst into the room, not bothering with any blades and just straight up shot them all. He reholstered and ran to Angelica as she slid to the floor, her face twisted in pain.

"Angelica!"

"Jefferson," she huffed, "I had it handled."

"I know darling, I just couldn't resist."

"That's twice now Jeffershit, find your own goddamned Goveys."

"Sure thing, darling, right after we take care of you." Jefferson knew she was in bad shape because she didn't protest when he scooped her up in his arms, just a hiss of pain and the grinding of her teeth. He carried her into the walls and immediately took a path that sloped up.

"Keep pressure on that wound, darling."

"Shut up."

Jefferson chuckled. "Almost there. Just hang on."

"Fuck you."

At least she still had her spirit. He nudged open a familiar door and gently settled Angelica onto a couch. It was the room that Hamilton and he used to escape to, his cello was in here somewhere. But this was a bunker, not just a retreat. It was stocked with ammo. "Stain my couch and you and I will have a problem," Jefferson said as he stood to find something to wrap her wounds with. Her response was to wipe her bloody hand all over the couch. "You bitch."

"You can't do a thing cause I'm dying," Angelica said impishly, trying to keep her voice level but failing.

"You're not dying, you're being dramatic," Jefferson lied. If she didn't get a real doctor soon, she would, in fact, die.

Jefferson returned to her, first aid kit in hand, and starting dressing her wounds. When he finished bandaging it up, she grabbed him by the lapels and hissed, "Live, goddamnit. Leave me here and find Hamilton. Kill every single one of those motherfuckers that dared step foot in here, got it?"

"Don't be re-"

"Got it?" she said forcefully. It wasn't an option. Jefferson nodded. "Come back when you're done, make me proud, Jeffershit."

"I'll get you back for my couch later. In the meantime, stay alive." Jefferson  restocked on ammo and left to find Hamilton.

***

Hamilton punched Burr in the face and Burr took it without a flinch. "I could've saved him!" Hamilton screamed.

"You would've died," Burr replied calmly, wiping the blood from his face and continued dragging Hamilton down the hallways.

They weren't really hallways though, were they? They were inside the walls.

Wallways.

Burr continued dragging Hamilton down the wallways. He paused at an intersection, looking left then right before turning right.

"Do you even know where you're going?" Hamilton asked, rage still lacing his voice.

Good, Burr thought, let him be angry. If he's angry, he can fight. If the grief set in, they were screwed. "Yes," he replied simply.

"Then where are we going?"

"This way." Hamilton rolled his eyes and wrenched his arm out of Burr's grasp. "Alexander, this is not the time for this bullshit."

"Oh I'm sorry, would you prefer to have had it two hundred years ago? Oh wait. We did. And you shot the fucking president."

Burr decided this would not be the oppurtun time to point out he didn't shoot the deputy. "Yeah, and now we're alive again and living through hell together. So grow up before someone else does too. Think you feel bad now? Keep dragging your feet and standing around and next thing you know, Jefferson will be dead too." That might have been a bit to far. He could tell because Hamilton decked him in the face again.

Burr picked himself off the floor, dusting himself off. "He has an outrageously strong throwing arm, doesn't he?" a southern voice drawled from the shadows.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Burr rubbed his face.

"So much power packed into one little body," Jefferson commented.

"Fuck you," Hamilton snapped.

"Glad to see you're okay. Anyone know where Laurens is at? He kinda disappeared on me."

Burr and Jefferson could sense Hamilton's impending breakdown. Somehow they both knew what to do. Make him angry. Keep him angry and he stayed alive but once he broke they were all done. Burr and Jefferson shared a look. They needed to distract him.

Burr said the first thing that came to his mind, "Laurens and Alexander kissed."

Jefferson dropped his cane. It clattered to floor in shocked silence. A moment later, Hamilton muttered, "Burr, you motherfucker."

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Warnings: Blood, gruesomeness, gore, killing, character deaths, death, lots of death, battle, war, yeah...dark chapter