#like that part is text it is shown YELLOW (for SOME reason) WANTS RED TO CONTINUE BELIEVING THEY'RE A BOY

[infizero]

once again very awesome normal 100% cis reactions from yellow over here about revealing they're a girl in front of the last person who didnt know and didnt treat them like a girl (who also happens to be their crush)

[zenodreemurr]

Red is NOT the true color of Determination? An investigation about Undertale lore (Part 4)

Greetings everyone. Welcome to the fourth and final part of my investigation about Undertale lore. If, by any chance, this is the first part you stumble upon, here's a summary of what is happening. These posts are a full-on investigation about the color of Determination and how it may not be red. During the last part, I've shown how common red is in Undertale, and how not everything may be related to Determination, with some more detailed explanations.

Each part of this investigation, due to the full one being too long and to stay consistent with the separation of the parts of the investigation, is its own Tumblr post. It is recommended to read them in order. This post, especially, will talk a lot about the previous parts. Here are PART 1, PART 2, PART 3 Unlike the other parts, this one delves more into theory content that I'll try to argue for and against. I will try to find another possible color than red for Determination, assuming it has any. I will not be talking about any other Determination color theory, since it would be too long. Also, I haven't invented this theory. What color could Determination be? Well, before even answering that question, it will be very important to give one base. The most determined being in the Underground is the one that can SAVE, LOAD, and RESET. Sounds obvious, doesn't it? Do you even remember where it's confirmed? Well here it is:

Yes, Flowey's backstory. This is where it's confirmed. The confirmations that Determination is related to SAVEs, LOADs, and RESETs will be important later. Now what is the color I want to talk about? Well it's gold. It's probably not the first time you hear of it, but I'll try to push it a little further. Now I will be honest. Gold is a shade of yellow in terms of coloring. The difference between yellow text and gold text is not that easy to see. And I'm not the best at recognizing shades. However, that difference, after looking, it seems to me that it actually exists. But still, let's talk about things that are either yellow or specifically gold, and not justice-related. First of all, let's see what appeared with yellow or gold on the images sent on the previous parts (besides those that will be relevant later). Don't forget that multiple shades of yellow appear throughout these screenshots. The list is: -Frisk's skin -Monster Kid's sprite -The doors to the Snowed Inn and the Snowdin Shop -The cheese -The health bar -The encounter buttons when you're on them -The WARNING text during the Flowey fight -The yellow key Some are obviously yellow just because they're associated with that color (cheese, yellow key), and other ere most likely random design choices (Monster Kid, Alphys, Frisk's skin, the doors). The rest may have a meaning. Now there is actual text that may be actually intended to be gold. Like red and white, gold text seems to appear quite a bit in Undertale, though less commonly than both of them.

Papyrus actually uses gold text. I will not talk about the special attack specifically and reunite all of the texts since they seem to be gold all for the same reason. Those are cases of two things we've seen in part 3 as red for importance being colored as gold for importance. This is a flaw with my theory, since gold is not exclusive to Determination, like I made you understood red was. However, stick with me, I will explain why gold specifically later. Before that, I would like to talk about one special text in particular.

The spare names are stated as yellow by this Froggit. They can also be made pink. And while they're as such unrelated to gold by text confirmation, I think it is important enough to be talked about. Also, due to this, I will affiliate special credits texts if you spared enemies with yellow instead of gold, though the rest I will not try to assume anything. Now why am I talking about gold being related to Determination since the beginning of this post? Well there are three reasons for that.

This is the first reason. Entry 5 of the True Lab. What's interesting in here is that it's the only color we see used for Determination (as far as I've investigated, and there's plenty of images I haven't shown just because I can't post more than thirty images per post). It's also the only colored text of all of the entries, interestingly enough. Of course, this may denote importance, but this is the only time (again, as far as I've found) where it's colored, much unlike Papyrus's special attack or Asgore. So it is less likely and it could have the specific importance. But still, unlike red, it works for other reasons. Let's talk about the next.

The second reason is obviously the SAVE points. This is not the most clear image, but we can see enough of the SAVE point to see its color. I also added the text color after you SAVE, which is the exact same. Not red, not white, not any other color, but gold. That is not all though.

When Flowey SAVES during his fight (though, interestingly, not while he LOADS), the text is also gold. As such, SAVing specifically is actually associated with that color, as it can be seen during this fight and while you SAVE yourself.

Even the Continue/Reset/True Reset menu shows the options as gold. While other actions you do show themselves as gold, the SAVE-related ones are particularly consistent when it comes to coloring. Anyways, let's get to the third reason. And it's pretty simple.

It's Flowey. Just... Flowey. This is the very reason I actually talk about gold. Flowey, himself, is stated (body-wise) to be a golden flower. I've proven in part 3 that colors may not be chosen without a specific meaning to them. Flowey is the only person other than Frisk to have this ability at any moment, and while there's a lot of green on Flowey, it's due to his flower state. Again, remember that Toby Fox took the time to give colors meanings, especially if it's important stuff. A golden flower is a very specific choice, implying it has its meaning. And due to Flowey's nature (revived out of determination, player-like being), it's easy to assume that this color was chosen due to his ability, especially when the SAVing text shows as gold even when he uses it. This is speculation, of course, but this is a theory moment mostly, and this is argumented speculation at least. I consider it highly likely, not an actual fact. I would only consider it a fact if Toby confirmed it. Also there's the gold text on the image, which against shows Flowey being gold, except this time... well... in text. Conclusion and special thanks This conclusion is not a summary of everything you can read in the four parts. It's just to separate the main content of the post from the rest. Anyways, if you appreciated these posts, I am happy. If you haven't read it all, I'll understand. It's a bit long. I tried my best in this part to create a good theory, but also to make you see I can see the flaws in my own beliefs. I totally assume I haven't shown everything. I just tried to show everything relevant enough I found. I would have shown more if not for the image limit I've talked a few times about. Now for the special thanks. I'd like to thank Afewbitsandpieces for the Undertale Text Project, which helped me a lot for my research and getting these screenshots. Without this person, these posts wouldn't have been possible. I'd like to thank Alphasaith for making me realize that the idea of the red SOUL being a Determination one wasn't canon, both directly and indirectly, and as such, making me indirectly realize about how many headcanons, interpretations of Undertale lore, and common beliefs that are seen as surface knowledge of Undertale were actually invented by the fans. Also because he's the one one that got me inspired to look up on gold. And to finish, I'd like to thank Error404SansFR for actually giving me the guts to make these posts. Oh, and of course, have good times you all.

[stormclawponyrises]

"What's your drawing process? Care to show a tutorial of how you colour, shade and render?"

I don't really have the energy to go into detail (visually at least) but I'm happy to show my general process and explain what I do for each step.

1) I draw the rough page with "prelim" sketches, using a 10px ink tool in red. These are usually just stickfigures with ears, eyes and a few features that differentiate them, in the rough poses I need them to be in. The simplicity means I can move things around easily. I also add prelim text-boxes to get an idea of how much space I need for dialogue.

2) I draw over the prelims with the actual sketch, using a 1px sketch tool in black. When drawing over sketches of any kind, I put the sketch at 9-11% opacity so it's just visible. It's harder to make mistakes that way and forces me to be more careful with my lines. Here I also add the other panel lines and keep the prelim text boxes.

3) I line over the final sketch using the same sketch opacity rule, for the character illustrations. The lines start out rough initially as I use a mouse and thus can't draw with pen pressure, so once the lining is done I erase and add to the lines to simulate line weight and make it look cleaner.

4) I begin colouring by first using the selection tool on the areas outside of the character lineart, then inverting it so it contains all of the character. This is easier than directly selecting each section of the character.

5) The selected section is filled out with the character's base/main colour. I usually do this with accessories turned off, as they are on a different layer (ie Miltei's blade and Ash's necklace). Then I make a hair layer, eye/mouth/scars layer, and 1-2 marking layers, in that order of dominance. These are set as clipping layers to the base colour layer so I don't have to worry too much about going beyond the lineart. I just use the pencil tool at whatever size needed for colouring, and at 5 px for lineart.

6) I finish the accessory layers and colour the inner lineart to simulate depth and connection between certain body parts. Eyes receive "eye lights" (white dots of varying sizes at a low opacity) to simulate eye reflectiveness.

7) I then line the background using the same lineart rules/process established earlier. (Ignore that it's been coloured already idc)

8) The base colours are added for the background. Some sections get rendering before others.

9) Final colouring and extra details added. I usually add some shading or details to suggest depth and texture.

10) Final tweaks; ambience! Skyrays like the ones shown are done by drawing a large beam of yellow light and blurring it a ton. Then I do it again. On the second layer I add thin yellow lines using the spread tool. Then on luminous layers I add little dust particles like in the sunbeams you'd see in real life (though usually you can only see the dust up close).

11) I import the page into CSP and rewrite the dialogue using the prelim text boxes as a guide. I get them in the shape I want, then draw the speech bubbles using CSP's bubble tool. It's set to a sketchy outline to make the bubbles look a bit rough. These are coloured to match the character speaking, as are the text. The text and bubble layers are then reimported to SAI and the watermark is added. And we're done!

extra notes: 1) Eyes are generally drawn on a separate layer to the rest of the lineart, and pupil lines on yet another layer. This makes it easier to edit them and colour them without accidentally interfering with the other lineart.

2) There are rules I follow with how I do eyes and eye lights, but it's hard to explain. If I make an eye tutorial I'll make sure to go into plenty of detail about it.

3) I don't usually merge layers unless I know there's no reason to keep them separate. Those eye lineart layers always stay separate from other lineart.

4) The panel/page outlines are never on the lineart layer. When selecting the lineart so I can colour, I just draw small lines to connect the lineart that goes into the panel outlines. This is in case I need to edit the lineart position or something like that.

5) How I actually approach lineart changes on a case-to-case basis. Sometimes I'll do hair first, or body first, or ears first, sometimes I draw them all on different layers because of a complex pose, etc. I almost always draw eyes and accessories last though.

6) Preferred font is comic sans (thought I use both upper and lowercase as purely uppercase is irritating to me as a writer) for readability. I use a mix of other fonts for varying purposes.

[bakugohoex]

“know your place...foolish girl”

pairing: ryomen sukuna x female reader

cw: tattoo artist sukuna, fluff, mentions of death, enemies to lovers, long fic, fluff, angst, language, slut shaming, nsfw (praise, jaw grabbing, nipple sucking, female receiving oral, unprotected sex, breeding, pet names, sir kink, finger sucking) 

word count: 14,400+

a/n: please don’t ask how i wrote this, it took like four days and I just had this urge to keep adding the points I wanted to add. posting this on ao3 later on tonight as well, so here’s the link to that. 

summary: in which one terrible meeting with sukuna leads you to be pushed into an unusual relationship with one another, with you both starting out hating one another, could you both really be friends?

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Birds circled around the area; the gloomy storms ready to cascade down onto the pavement. The need for a coffee fix was evident as you walked towards your favourite café, shouting through the phone at your friend, Yui who needed you once again. You didn’t care for her next want, instead barging through the doors of the place, a warm breath of air hitting you as you smelt the crushed coffee and appetising deserts lined up in front of you. Waiting in line as you continued to hear her ramble, “I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, I’ll send you the address.” You rolled your eyes as you hanged up to order your coffee, she was never close to you. But when she needed something she’d always end up calling you. This time for company to get her first tattoo, she was a sweet girl, but could be a pain when in need.

Quickly ordering you waited to get your coffee, scrolling through the text message as she sent the time for later on tonight and the address in the inner parts of the city. It was an area you hadn’t been too, google maps wasn’t helping to get a true sense of the place. You tried zooming in as you shuffled backwards for others to wait for their coffee, instead meeting someone’s back. Apologising you stood still trying to zoom in as you moved away from the guy, he glared at you, watching how you squinted into your phone.

“Watch where you’re going?” He scowls as he barges past you, hitting your elbow as you finally lock eyes with the man.

His blushed pink hair would almost make him seem sweet, but the tattoos that adorned his arms and went right up to his neck gave an intimidating essence. His eyes flashed with a sadistic glee as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Sorry.” You mutter as you grab your coffee, seeing the fury of wind bashing against the trees as it looked like a scene out there.

He didn’t say anymore leaving to go into the weather, you didn’t question the mysterious man as you went back to your own coffee and phone. The outside of the tattoo place looked decent, somewhere where the ditsy girl you called your friend would definitely never go. But what could you do, you texted saying you’d meet her as you went out into the wind, a cold breath almost pushing you back inside as you took steady steps. Walking past the coffee shop, you saw the same guy from prior, tugging at his pink hair as drank his coffee. He looked pissed at whoever he was talking too, you didn’t pay any attention to him as you walked past him.

The wind had other plans, as he felt himself being dragged by the wind pushing right into you, coffee spilling on your clothes as this time you were the one to scowl at him. “What the fuck?”

“You talking to me.” His eyes flicked to your now brown stained shirt as the wind had seemed to calm down at the second you both touched.

You gave a glare as you didn’t know how to react to something like that, “you could apologise.” It was a mutter, but he heard you well enough to give you a look of disgust.

“Know your place.” He moved closer, almost towering on top of you as he came right up into your face in an unamused manner, “foolish girl.”

Your eyes widened as you had been keeping in a harsh breath, he left you standing there in silence, coffee staining into your skin and clothes as you finally let out a deep breath. You watched the pink haired boy leave without an apology as a fear ran down your spine at this man.

Shaking your head as you made the strenuous walk towards your apartment to find clothes that you could quickly wear before you met Yui. The multiple texts you’d gotten as you put your clothes to wash, different tattoo ideas she wanted, you ignored it as you put on semi decent clothes. The flash of the time being shown on your bedside table as you ran out of your apartment right to where you both had decided to meet.

The wind had calmed down a lot more as the brisk hues of yellows and reds began setting downwards, seeing her waiting on the road where the tattoo place was. She gave you a gleam as she grabbed your hand, almost dragging you into the place. Open brick cascaded down the walls as designs scattered against it, every design was intricate, beautiful even. You both began looking at the designs as you saw someone come down from the upstairs area, the stairs open as a man with black hair arrived.

“Hello ladies, how can I help you?” His hair reached to right down his back, partially up as stray strands adorned his face. Tattoos scoured his exposed arms as you saw a significant one run down his neck to meet another one of his tattoos.

He was attractive, a sense of mystery behind those black eyes of his. Yui spoke of her appointment as you continued looking around, scrolling through a collection of tattoos on the desk. You found some designs that you liked; you had never thought of getting a tattoo but seeing all the intricate designs that brought so much passion made your heart almost burst. “Those are Sukuna’s designs.”

A white-haired man came strolling past the desk, crystal blue eyes that brought so much depth as you traced the designs with your fingers. “They’re nice.”

“You getting any?” The man asked as Yui had started filling out some forms by your side.

You shake your head going back to look at the details of each one, “Sukuna should be down any minute.” The black-haired man spoke as both him and the white-haired man left to see some other clients that had come through the doors.

Yui looked more giddy than usual, those wide eyes as she eagerly paced beside you. “Ryo.” She whines as she sees someone she recognised; you didn’t turn to meet the man as you continued staring at Sukuna’s work.

“I told you not to call me that.” The man scowls behind you, the voice felt so familiar as if you had heard it before. You start to turn around to meet the man  when you feel him almost shout to you, “this the friend then?”

“Yeah, she loves your work.” You meet the man’s gaze as both of you stare at one another, with wide eyes and unsettling confusion.

You hadn’t realised but the white-haired man had come back and had been witnessing the two of you stare at one another. “Sukuna, that isn’t your ex-fuck is it….awkward.”

“Fuck off Satoru.” His eyes scanned back at you as Yui looked between the two of you in confusion, “what? Come here to make me pay for your washing.”

“What is wrong with you? I didn’t even say anything.” You retort back eyes lazily gazing his own, you could see his tattoos more clearly, the two lines on both his wrists and upper arms, the circles on his shoulders as you could just see the start of it.

“You’re here for some reason, I should be the one making you pay for my spilt coffee.” He grumbles back moving away from your friend and closer to your own body.

You watched him move his fingers to your jaw, hatred boiling up in your skin at his touch, “you’re blaming me for the winds action, what are you 5?”

“God…both of you are giving me a migraine.” A blonde arrived carrying what looked like sliced bread  as he looked at Sukuna and you. He had been watching the performance, seeing how both of you had become frustrated in a matter of seconds.

“Whatever, come on, let’s get your tattoo over and done with.” He muttered to Yui who was still confused.

You grabbed her arm making her stop as she stared right back at you, being an airhead really must be tough for her. “Who is that guy?”

“My boyfriend, I told you about him, remember?” You blinked a couple times in confusion as you repeated the word in your head. She had spoken about a boyfriend, but you assumed she meant someone cute like her and not a man covered in tattoos with a sadistic stupid grin.

You nodded letting her go as you leaned against the counter looking at Satoru and the blond, “is he always an ass or is it a special occasion.”

“He’s an ass to us, don't worry about him.” Satoru’s words were reassuring as the blond started wanting to know your relationship with his co-worker.

You nod as you wait in the reception, there had really been no reason for you to even go with your friend. She had left to get her stupid tattoo with her stupid boyfriend and now here you were on your own trying to act like you had stuff going in your life. The two having begun to talk between one another before you saw the black-haired man come back with his client. “Is Sukuna still in there?”

“Yeah knowing him he’s getting something other than money in return.” Satoru scoffed as he went to grab some of the sliced bread that the blond had been holding. The black-haired man stared at you in confusion before asking what occurred as he had heard shouting before. “Sukuna got all bitchy again, they know each other.”

“Oh you two fucked?”

“Not that it’s any of your business but no we didn’t fuck, he spilt coffee on me this morning.” You retorted as you crossed your arms not meeting the gazes of the three men. 

Satoru looked at his two friends as he gave a smirk to them both, “I’m surprised he didn’t make you pay for the coffee.”

“Just the coffee, if she wasn’t attractive he’d make her pay for being in the same proximity as her.” The black-haired man spoke as you watched the three men chuckle, disregarding their comment on your attractiveness. You rolled your eyes as you heard him speak again, “I’m Geto, that’s Satoru and Nanami, what’s yours then?”

“Y/n.” You had sat down on one of the couches in the waiting area, after the introductions an influx of customers who came in for their own bookings. Satoru waved goodbye as Nanami and Geto seemed to be pushed with clients into the respective areas. 

All three had their own intricate tattoos and designs, Nanami with a whole sleeve across his arm that went write up to his neck. You had seen how the couple open buttons in his shirt allowed wisps of black to be shown. Geto and the scattered tattoos across his arms and Satoru with his own mix and matches tattoos of different colours and shapes. You flicked through the booklet again, eyes scoring against Sukuna’s work. For such an arrogant piece of shit his work really was divine.

You heard Yui come out with Sukuna, dishevelled hair as Sukuna wiped her lipstick from his mouth. He glared at you as you refused to meet his eyes, the urge to punch him in his stupid face being prevalent. “Y/n, look isn’t it so cute.”

She showed you her thigh where the rose was, Sukuna looking at it with a roll of his eyes. It was nothing like the intricate designs you had seen in the booklet. You may not have known the man, but it just didn’t look like something he’d enjoy doing. She pulled her skirt back down; you could almost smell sex on her as she went up to Sukuna. He had told her what to use before she gave him a long kiss. You tried to not watch them kiss but it was a whole show to watch, his hand gripping her ass as he kissed back, saliva dripping from their mouths. 

Looking anywhere but at them, you put the booklet back onto the main desk before hearing her say a goodbye to her Ryo. “I told you not to call me that,” there was no teasing manner in his words, he was dead serious, hating how his name sounded on the whores mouth.

“Ryo told me he spilled coffee on you this morning, I’ll make him apologise to you tomorrow.” You gave her a blank look as you both walked through the night sky.

“Tomorrow?” You questioned not knowing what was even occurring the next day.

She raised an eyebrow as she spoke, “Nobara, she invited all of us to her apartment, remember?” The memory of the dyed haired girl came alight, the three of you had been talking in a lecture when she told you both to come to her housewarming. She had been so excited to show you how she decorated the place and to show you everything she bought but you hadn’t been paying attention. Instead nodding at her words instead, “I invited Ryo to come with me.”

“Oh great, an afternoon seeing that dickhead's face.” You scowled, kicking the pebble into the pavement as you tried to not whine but you hated the man and you most certainly knew he hated you.

She brought her hands to her chest trying to gain warmth through the cold weather, “don’t be like that, he means a lot to me.”

“Yeah being told off for saying his name sure shows how much he cares for.” Maybe you were still pissed about what occurred this morning, he hadn’t even apologised for something so small. But your friend was too unaware to realise what you saw, a demon reincarnated.

You both parted ways as you walked the stretch to your apartment, you knew Yui was sweet, but her lack of awareness was sometimes frustrating. You had heard the moans come from the small area, heard how everybody seemed to find it normal and what could you do. Nothing, you stared blankly at the wall in your apartment, the bland cream walls encasing nothing but the sadness of uni life. Nobara was sweet enough to invite you and you knew you’d just have to ignore that bastard instead.

The next day passed without much interruption, sorting out uni work before getting ready for her little get together. You didn’t know who else was going, having spent most of your time with your other friends but the idea of having to see Sukuna made you cringe. Looking at your outfit, a casual look, not expecting anything big to occur. You made the walk towards her apartment bringing some wine with you as a gift as you finally found the tower of apartments.

Walking into the elevator you were about to press the button when you heard a giddy laugh telling you to keep the door open. “Omg Y/n, you look super cute.” The whine of her voice made you stare right back at her, so innocent but the man she had been pulling on making her look nothing more than his toy.

“Thanks.” You mutter refusing to meet Sukuna’s eyes, his arms tattoos on show as he wore a black shirt, most of the buttons undone to show his distinctive marked chest. He rolled his sleeves as you pressed the button to the floor as she rambled on about her day.

You watched her grab his hand, moving closer to his side as he looked lazily down at her. He really was a fucking cunt, with that sadistic smirk and taunting eyes. “…Ryo was telling me Satoru was interested in you.”

“That’s nice.” You muttered not wanting to have a conversation about the men you had met last night.

Sukuna finally looked at you, eyebrows raised as he looked up from the ground. His light brown eyes gazing up and down your body as he stared almost indecisively at you. She stood firm against him whining for him to apologise about yesterday, but he didn’t seem to care as he stared at you with those dull eyes of his.

“I don’t care if he apologises or not.” You finally mutter as you felt suffocated by the sheer pressure of his gaze. It was a longing and you felt uncomfortable under his eyes, she had barely noticed the significant glare he was giving to you as she flaunted herself to him. At least she had something going for her with those looks of her, her unawareness and ditsiness catched men’s eyes but the way Sukuna dismissed her flaunts made you wonder why he even bothered with her.

The door opened as you quickly stepped out, not wanting to be near either of them as you walked towards Nobara’s apartment. Knocking as her bright face emerged engulphing you in a hug, “come in, come in.”

“I got you this.” You pass her the wine as she takes it, seeing Sukuna and Yui come in, her mouth in a gawk as she eyes the pink haired man up and down.

She puts the wine down as she gives a hug to your friend, “and who is this?”

Sukuna looked to the side not wanting to speak as he scoured around the room for someone he would recognise, his eyes meeting your mutual friend Megumi’s. He gave a nod at the black-haired boy who began walking towards the four of you, “this is my boy…”

Before she could finish Megumi interrupted, arm across your shoulder with a grin, “y/n with other friends.” You rolled your eyes as he went over to Sukuna, giving him a pat on the shoulder, “and Sukuna, what you doing here? Work run out of ink, you gonna start sucking our bloods.”

“Real funny.” Sukuna’s voice was unamused as Megumi almost dragged him away from you all.

Nobara had left as you saw Yui look isolated and alone, it was weird, a new emotion you hadn’t seen as you patted her back lightly. “Let’s get a drink.”

She nodded as you took her hand moving her past others that you knew and towards where a pile of beverages were. You had to hand it to Nobara the apartment did look good, it fit her aesthetic perfectly and you could only wish for your apartment to feel homely. Looking back on your own, it wasn’t a home, it was just a convenient place to live for your university studies.

Yui began rambling about something, almost glad she wasn’t paying attention to her boyfriend who had been talking with Megumi on the balcony. You could see eyes fawn over him, not understanding how people could find him attractive. Your skin crawled as you looked at him one last time before listening to her as she spoke for the next half an hour. Sukuna came towards you both after a while and that’s when disaster struck…once again.

“I’m leaving.” He was blunt with his words as you stared at the pair's interaction.

She looked at him with soft eyes, “but you promised you’d stay longer than an hour.” You looked over to Sukuna waiting to hear what he’d say as he needed a good excuse to be a shit date for this gathering.

“Okay, and? I’m a working adult. I have shit going on.” He seemed almost tense, hand gripping his phone as his eyes flashed with a worry before a glare back at you.

She disregarded his words as she continued to whine, “we can sneak off if you want…”

“Fucking hell I don’t want to sleep with you.” He tried to speak calmly but others had heard what was occurring in the kitchen. Jaw clenched as if something really bad was happening and he needed to be there.

You rolled your eyes at the unnecessarily loud comment touching your friends shoulder to reassure her, “come on let’s go back to mine.”

Sukuna glared, not bothering to give her a goodbye as you explained to Nobara the issue before giving her a farewell. You took her back to yours as soon as she hit the couch she was out like a light. You didn’t understand how someone as pretty as her could get with someone as disgusting as Sukuna. Those stupid eyes, so intimidating and closed off to the rest of the world. You shook your head trying to not think of the devilish man as you went into your room, falling into your own slumber.

It had been a few days since the incident occurred, going to a lecture with her as she still spoke highly of Sukuna. Explaining how he had had other plans and how he apologised, it was a lie of course and you knew it. You had caught a glimpse of the multiple read messages that she had sent to him, no reply back as either he was being a cunt or something else had been occurring in his private life that he didn’t want to tell her.

She had been trying to persuade you to come back to the tattoo store, bribing you with Satoru’s number even though you had no need for the white haired man's number. She signed in defeat as you left your separate ways from the lecture.

The week continued on like this, her talking highly of Sukuna but the now unopened messages being a sign that he truly did not care. You tried to not look too long on the messages but the way you’d see her sometimes stare at her phone almost manifesting his response. It went on like this, her ignorance as it seemed she sent more than 10 messages a day in the past week. You didn’t question it, not wanting to be involved in a relationship you didn’t care for.

Having Saturday to yourself, the coffee-stained shirt is still soaking after a week due to not having bothered to actually clean it properly. Stupid Sukuna! You rubbed at your eyes wanting a relaxing evening after the studying you had done in the library most of the day. Finally getting into the blankets you sat cozied up in the covers as you put an anime on to watch.

You had only gained peace for less than 10 minutes before your phone was blaring, startling you in an instant. Your hand reached for your phone as you saw Yui’s name flash up, answering it tiredly, “hey what’s up?”

“Y/n.” Sukuna’s voice soothed out on the line, hearing your name from his mouth sending a shiver, “your stupid friend is drunk and at my place, fucking get her or I’m leaving her outside.”

“Wait? Sukuna yo…you can’t just leave her outside, and I don’t even have a car…”

He quickly interrupts, “I don’t care, we…I don’t need her right now.”

“You’re a real class a cunt.” You shout through the phone, he was cheating clearly, his misspoken words making you realise he was an even bigger jerk than you realised. Seeing the address in the chat as he had hanged up on you after you called him a cunt. It was more than a 20-minute walk and you refused to walk there, getting an uber seemed like your best bet, you didn’t understand why he didn’t let her scream or shout at him. He had been caught out and now she could see the real Sukuna that you saw.

The drive taking less than 5 minutes you told the driver to wait as you went up to his apartment, the area was nice. Almost too nice for a man with an attitude and mouth like his own, finally finding the door, you saw how it was slightly open as you heard shouting coming from within. Opening the door, you were met with Sukuna and Yui but another figure with a glum look and the exact same face as Sukuna.

“Took you long enough.” Sukuna scowled as you saw your friend in tears, instantly rushing inside to comfort her.

You glared at the boy before what seemed to be his twin or younger brother spoke up, “just make them leave Sukuna.” He didn’t seem as fuelled with anger when his brother spoke of it, but a fury flashed through your insides, tissues seemed to scatter his apartment as you finally got a look of it all.

It was a shock, pretty even something that you craved to live in, the aesthetic, the way the whole room was filled with so much comfort and warmth. Too bad a psychotic loser like Sukuna lived there. “Yo…you can’t just call my friends us..and make…make them come and get me. I…I’m not a child.” Tears flooded her face as you looked up at Sukuna ready to give him a piece of your mind.

“You really are an ass, how fucking dare you treat her like that, when all she ever fucking does is talk about how you’re such a sweet guy. I’m fucking glad she’s realised just how much of a twat you are.” His brother almost felt startled at what he was hearing looking at Sukuna for any indication of what you were talking about.

Sukuna instead grabbed your wrist pulling you towards what looked to be his kitchen, a pizza box on the side as the place was moderately tidy. “You don’t fucking get it do you?”

“What are…” He interrupted his finger on your mouth forcing you to shut up and listen to him.

You wafted his finger away waiting to hear his next words, “that guy over there is my twin, our grandfather died last Sunday.” Realisation hit you as you realised that was why he had been so tense, so on edge at Nobara���s get together. You put your hand to his shoulder to comfort him but stopped yourself waiting for him to continue, “your pathetic friend barged in here drunk and started calling us the pathetic ones.”

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” You whispered out almost feeling bad for the man.

He continued not meeting your gaze as he leant against the cabinet, eyes down, for a man with limited emotions he found it hard to express his next words without feeling somewhat sad. “I explained what happened to her and she told both of us to grow a pair and told my brother to stop crying like a twat, she can talk all the shit she likes about me. But about the people I fucking care about, I need the bitch gone now.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll take her now.” She wasn’t even that drunk, you could see it in her eyes, the glint of sympathy she wanted as she barged past you and clinged her arms on Sukuna’s neck. He pushed her away as she tried to go back onto him, embarrassment setting in for yourself.

“Come on daddy, let me take your mind off of your stupid gran…” His blood boiled as he pushed her away once more, you took the step between them, gripping her arm as you dragged her out.

You pulled her towards the door, looking at Sukuna’s twin who looked sad, they looked similar, but the distinct lack of piercings made him look even more vulnerable. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” You bowed your head before leaving with your idiotic friend.

“God Y/n, always ruining the fun.” She belted out as you both walked into the elevator.

“How disrespectful can you get; I know he’s an ass but to be so disrespectful to the dead.” You crossed your arms pissed at having been dragged into this fiasco as you looked at her almost gleeful expression.

She looked at herself in the mirror across from you both as you signed, “I don’t care, I was horny, and who cares, you said it yourself my boyfriends a cunt.”

“Ex-boyfriend.” You muttered under your breath.

“He can’t resist getting his dick wet, he’ll come back.” She spoke with a confidence you hadn’t seen before, as if her whole ditsy façade was to just gain popularity and attention. You didn’t look at her as you both walked toward the uber, making her split the cost of it all as you dropped her off, you hated it.

Hated how she sent an air kiss as she left, almost happy at the chaos she created. You knew what you had to do and that was to ignore her in lectures and hopefully never had to meet Sukuna ever again.

It seemed to be working, you’d sit beside Megumi in lectures now, a sadness in her eyes as you’d be the one ignoring her. Maybe it was because her comments didn’t sit right with you or maybe it was a way to leave a friend you didn’t care for. You hadn’t met Sukuna at all the week that followed the occurrence, you were glad to never have to see him again.

Walking into the coffee shop for your latest fix of caffeine, a storm has come across the horizon. An eeriness to the grey skies. You had gotten a bus further into town wanting to go to your fav route coffee store one far away from the likes of Sukuna. Eyes flicking at your drink you sat at a table pulling out your laptop to do some work as the grey skies slowly became a mist of darkness.

Time had caught onto you as you found yourself ushered outside at closing time rain pouring as you realised just how late it was and how the last bus had already left Bringing your phone as you stood under the shelter of the café, you went to get an uber when you felt a gust of wind and as a figure barged into you. “Fucking shitty ass rain.” It was a recognisable voice as you turned and met Sukuna, pink hair draped down across his face, as his coat barely covered him as he draped it across his shoulders. “For fucks sake it had to be you I met.”

“Fuck off, I was here first you came to me.” You scowled watching the rain pour as you went on the app to get you an Uber as quick as you could.

Sukuna’s eyes flashed to your phone, trickles of water on it as he stared at your screen, “I’ll give you a lift home, I don’t like being in debt to people.”

“You’re not though.” You mutter still looking down at your phone as you stared at the prices.

“You got rid of Yui,  I owe you.”

You didn’t understand his logic as it made no sense at all, “whatever you don’t owe me, and she isn’t my friend.”

He didn’t question it as he brought his car keys out, gesturing for you to follow as you did. It wasn’t like he was going to kill you and if Megumi was friends with him what was the harm in getting a free lift.. Even with his loud obnoxious almost suffocating presence in the rain it almost felt like the two of you could be civil.

He opened your door as you slipped inside the car, feeling the warm black leather seats as he chucked his coat to the back. The shirt he wore right across his skin as you stared at his tattoos, “it’s rude to stare.”

“Shut up.” You muttered looking out at the weather. It was gruesome and wild, and you could already see the evident traffic up ahead.

One hand stayed lazily on the steering wheel as he tapped on it as the other rested on the gear stick, he cleared his throat before finally speaking, “why did you stop being friends with her then?”

“Realised she was a bitch; I don’t want those types of people around me.” You continued to stare out of the window, looking up at the black sky, stars trickling through the rain.

He didn’t say anymore a tense atmosphere as you finally met his gaze again, his fingers tapping lightly to a song you didn’t know that was playing on the radio. “Why did you date her?” He moved forward as his jaw clenched checking his mirrors to see if he could go through a side street bypassing the traffic.

“I never did.” He muttered, still looking for a way out.

You rolled your eyes as you continued, “I might dislike her, but she spoke about you as if you were the best boyfriend in the world and now here you are acting like you never dated her.”

“God Y/n can you shut the fuck up?” You were startled by his words as he quickly went past the traffic indicator right as he turned into a side street making sure to not get caught in an uncomfortable situation again. “I never asked her out, it was a one-night stand, but she fucking kept coming to the tattoo place, and Nanami and Geto were getting pissed she said she’d leave only if I dated her and fucked her regularly.”

You were almost disgusting by the proposition, his agreement on it to make her go away and her own for making such a revolting idea. “You…you…” Unaware of what to say you trailed off as you refused to look back at him.

“Put your address in here.” He tossed his phone into your lap, easily unfolded as you put your address in without even questioning it. Putting his phone back up on the stand in his car, he continued, “why would a prissy girl like you ever become friends with someone like her?”

“She needed my help  studying.” You muttered not knowing how else to respond, it was true that you both had met out of convenience to one another. His finger motion on the wheel matched the rhythm of the song that currently played as you didn’t elaborate.

He turned to see what you were doing, how you stared out into the darkness all alone with nothing but an empty lonely apartment. “God you must be fun at parties.”

“Cut the crap Sukuna, what the fuck are you doing this for?”

“What’s this?” He gestured as he had seen you meet his gaze.

You rolled your eyes hating how he made you elaborate, “asking questions, offering me a lift home. What do you want? Sex? A good little cunt for you to fill, I knew I was right abou…”

“Y/n.” Your name felt piercingly loud against the inside of the car, “why do you always think the worst of me?”

“Because you’ve been an ass since day fucking one, gosh get off your high horse Sukuna nobody gives a fuck about this persona you have if you’re just going to act like a dick half the time.” Your words stung him as his jaw clenched pissed at how freely you spoke about his life.

“You’re giving me advice on persona’s; I knew from the first time you walked into the tattoo place that you hated Yui. Don’t talk to me about personas when you acted like you wanted to choke her to death.”

His words were filled with truth and malice as you looked down, “I…I did hate her…I do hate her.”

He didn’t expect your response, but your next words filled him with another emotion, “I was jealous, okay? She was so pretty to me, she could’ve had anyone, and she picked you, the guy who didn’t give a fuck about her. I hated her for it, hated how she got men left right and centre when all I got were guys interested in sex rather than a relationship.” You took a heavy breath as you couldn’t stop your rambling, couldn’t stop the freshly watered eyes from cascading down your face, “so yes Sukuna I fucking hate her, she is everything I’m not, everything a man wants.”

Sukuna didn’t know what to say as he put his car in park, grabbing your face in his hands as he forced you to look at him. “I know you don’t like me; I hate you as much as you fucking hate me. But you’re more than just a fuck to someone out there. Maybe it’s the guilt and grief I'm going through for not being around for my granddad as much but she is the opposite of you and was a cunt. You’re worth a whole lot more than her.”

You tried to turn away to stop staring into his eyes, his calloused hands gripped onto your face as you could feel just how intricate his fingers were. His grip tight as you felt his heavy breath against your own, “take me home.”

He let go in an instant not meeting your gaze as he drove in silence, it was too quiet for your liking. He stopped tapping the wheel as you just stared outside, watching how the rain pattered away against the roof. The arrival to your apartment complex seemed much faster as you looked at the gloomy elevator that would take you to your gloomy apartment. “What? Not going to invite me inside?”

“What do you think?” You muttered opening the door as you stepped into the rain.

You heard his own side open as he slipped out of the car, “well if you really want me too.” Rolling your eyes and not wanting to be around him you found yourself being followed by the boy, his eyes looking around the place. It was pretty, too pretty for someone like you, he watched you fumble to open your apartment. He expected to see your personality residue onto the walls but instead was met with nothing but a cream-coloured walls and the basic necessities. “What, you still moving in or something?”

You drop your stuff and take your shoes off ignoring his comment as you went straight to the kitchen. He quickly followed eyes widening to be met with another plainness, affectionless room. “Seriously why are you here?” You say getting some leftover food out of the fridge to warm up.

“I owe you.” He scratches the back of his head as he looks at the food.

You point at your food before speaking  again, “get two  plates.” He nodded eagerly as you pointed to where the plates were as you warmed it up on the stove. “You don’t owe me anything, you have me a lift home remember.”

“I owe you for my comment.” He doesn’t meet your gaze grabbing the two plates and putting them on the counter. “Your place, it's not very you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You question crossing your arms as you stared at the man.

He looked around seeing nothing of any value to you, “it’s not you, it’s just very plain and dull.”

“I’m plain and dull.” You bring the food over portioning it into the plates as you watch Sukuna look for forks to eat it with. If he had walked into this place without knowing it was yours he’d have thought it was a showroom.

You move and take your plate as you both go into the lounge right in front of the TV. “Yeah not with that mouth of yours.”

“Shut up.” You scowled sitting on the side of the couch as he sat on the other, you moved to put something on the TV as he watched you happily put on an anime that he recognised. He was surprised you had even let him step foot in your home but there really wasn’t anything to see of importance that he could mock.

He watched you eat and watch anime, so this is how you spent your days, uni, hanging out with friends, revising, eating and watching anime. “Y/n.”

“Yeah.” You muttered just as you put more food in your mouth.

“Why did you let me inside?”

You finally looked at him, plate empty as he put it on the table, you met his gaze, “we both hate each other, it’s not like i’ll ever have to see you again after this, and you said it yourself you owed me.”

“No, there’s something else, is it about what I said earlier.” He asked as you finally looked at him directly in the eyes.

You didn’t know how to reply as you stared at him softly, “I…I think you should leave.”

“For fucks sake, just tell me, like you said you won’t have to see me ever again after this.” His eyes looked up and down across your body. How you seemed so small when isolated, how that big mouth of yours that he wanted to shut up so badly. Had finally fallen silent.

You tried to think of an answer, but came to nothing, “I thought…that I was doing this to make me feel better, like I was getting back at her but instead I’m just being something I hate. I’m sorry, okay?”

“It’s fine, I’d have done the same, guess we’re both dicks then.” You stifle a laugh as you look at him with wide eyes.

“Maybe you’re not that bad.”

“I’m surprised I did call you a fool.”

“Foolish puppet actually.”

He chuckles as he looks at you his lip turning upwards as he looked at the anime, “you know I thought the beast titan was Erwins dad for a solid three months.”

“What? Erwin and Zeke are like 10 years apart.” You chuckle as you pause the episode on one of the many gory scenes, “let me guess you didn’t know who the female titan was either.”

“Of course I didn’t, do I look like I read manga?” He mused out putting his arm around the couch as he watched you on your knees face him. You seemed joyful talking about anime with him, as for what seemed like hours the two of you spoke about different anime’s and stuff you both enjoyed.

“…you can’t be serious you got an anime tattoo.” You had moved closer to him; his arm touched your side as you begged for him to show you.

He turned around lifting his shirt up as it remained up to his neck. That’s when you saw the cascades of different colours and pictures around his back, the hunter x hunter phantom troupe spider being under his shoulder as you moved your finger to trace it. “Number four really.”

“Don’t lie and say you aren’t another whore for Hisoka.” His skin shivers as you trace each leg, the intricacy of all his tattoos making your mind go wild. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you had initially thought, maybe there was something more to him.

He put his shirt down as he turned to meet your eyes again you had moved closer and without realising his face was only a mere centimetres away from your own. “Sorry.” You whisper moving backwards a big in a shuffle.

“Don’t worry about it, ever thought about it then?”

“Thought about what?”

He gestured to his arm and chest tattoos as you shrugged, “maybe, but I’m indecisive it’d have to be something I really liked.”

“Well Satoru was telling me you liked my designs.” Your eyes widened at how you have been practically exposed by Satoru.

He chuckles tilting his head back as you could see his neck tattoos more, “I could always give you one.”

“You sure you wouldn’t want to give me a flower one instead.” You teased as he rolled his eyes coming closer to your body.

“I know exactly where I’d put it.” His finger grazed to your exposed arm, skimming up and down before moving up to your shoulder and down to just where your neck was.

Your breath hitched as his finger skimmed past the material nearly divulging into where your two breasts met. He watched how you gave a flushed look before smirking, removing his hand, “it’s late, pass me your phone.”

“W…why?” You spoke already, grabbing it to give to him.

“So you can have my number, we should hang out again.” His fingers typed into the new contact, easily writing his name and number as he passed back the phone.

You nodded as you walked with him towards the door, he grabbed his stuff before you saw him wave goodbye before leaving. You leant against the door as you grabbed your phone seeing his stupid name with the skull emoji, quickly typing about how you enjoyed tonight you threw your phone to the side as you felt a feeling you hated entirely.

It had been a week since both you and Sukuna had met again, but the multiple texts you both sent one another had been divulging into some sort of feeling of friendship. You had invited him to your best friends birthday celebration after feeling that both of you had somewhat become friends. He seemed happy to come along a clear contrast to when he had been made to go to the housewarming a couple weeks back.

He met you outside your apartment, seeing how you came out in a thin red dress, it was short, but you looked amazing. He had worn a similar outfit that he wore weeks prior the difference being the shirt looked a lot tighter and there had been a couple more unbuttons undone. A metal necklace cascaded down his neck brushing back and forth against the air and his skin and rings embodied his veined fingers. He watched you happily skip into the car; he couldn’t help but smile but as soon as you stepped inside the dickhead in him came out. “Sure this is a birthday party and not a strip club.”

“Aww you think I could become a stripper.” You pout as you look at the mirror putting more lipgloss on too sooth your lips. He rolled his eyes reversing out as he looked behind you both, arm on your seat as you couldn’t help but stare at his chest with the black lines and his arms that had their own.

He hadn’t noticed your staring instead moving right out and making you put the destination into his phone, “how long are you staying till?”

“However long you want.” You say typing the destination before going into his camera, “your cameras better.”

You took a couple pictures as you sent them to yourself choosing which one was the best one before putting his phone back on the grip. “She’s your friend.”

“I thought you didn’t like stuff like this.”

“What makes you say that?” His arm was lazily against the wheel as he moved it at every turn.

You shrugged before answering, “it’s a uni party, you don’t seem like the type to go to ones.”

“Just because I didn’t go to shitty uni doesn’t mean I won’t fit in, idiot.”

You rolled your eyes as you looked back on the road, his other hand scratching  his jaw. “Megumi should be there if you don’t want to be aroun…”

“I'm going with you, why would I leave you?” He didn’t meet your gaze; he already knew that if did see those wide eyes and that tiny dress one more time he wouldn’t be able to help himself take you in the car.

You nodded not saying anymore as he began rambling about some client that wanted the ugliest tattoo possible, “why did you just tell him to fuck off?”

“What makes you think I didn’t, I don’t do shitty tattoos.” His grip tightened against the wheel as he turned to see what you were doing. Your dress having ridden up as your thighs were on show, he stared at them before meeting the road gaze again.

You nodded as you increased the volume on the song that was playing, “what’s a shitty tattoo to you?”

“Flowers, girly shit.”

“You literally named one thing.” You roll your eyes as he watches you change the song from his phone, your chest on top of his arm on the gear stick as he was able to see how pretty your tits sat in the dress.

He looked down before shaking his head to look outside the windows, “flowers are shitty, any shitty type of animal.”

“What so if I asked for a dolphin you wouldn’t give me one?” He raised an eyebrow as you continued, “oh come on dolphins could be a look.”

“No they wouldn’t, they look shitty and you don’t even like dolphins.”

You shrugged leaning back in your seat, “and how would you know?”

“Because I know you, come on.” He had parked without you realising as you both got out of the car. He saw the tall high rise of buildings; it was similar to your own complex but with a lot more emotion that he’d never seen from yours.

He watched you grab his sleeve to tug him along as he stood behind you, watching how your thighs moved through the thin fabric. It was almost a blessing to have to look down at you as the ability to see how your tits perked up made his head run wild. “So what’s her name again?”

“Maki, and no she already has a boyfriend.” You stepped into the elevator, as he rolled his eyes at your comment.

“I didn’t want to fuck your best friend anyway.” He muttered as he leant against the railing, eyes flashing to how perfect you looked all dolled up in that outfit. He licked his lips as he continued, “not every girl I see I want to fuck.”

“That is true, you haven’t tried to fuck me.” He didn’t know why he almost felt sad by your comment, there of course had been a reason for not having tried to fuck you but it was stupid and pushed aside.

You both walked out as his hand moved to your back guiding you in a direction even he didn’t know about. “I swear it’s on this floor.”

“You got us lost basically,” you signed as you grabbed your phone pushing Maki’s number as you heard her scream through the phone. Sukuna gave a side eye as you elbowed his side to not be a cunt for once.

“Yeah 5th floor, number 511.” Sukuna grabbed your hand as he had seen that door, forcing you to follow as even with his tight grip. You had expected his hands to feel calloused against your own, but a burst of warmth filled you as you followed him. He knocked on the door as Maki instantly opened grabbing you into a hug, “and who is this?”

“This is Sukuna, I invited him.” You say as she lets go of you, her hair up and a giddy smile at the drink she was holding.

You handed her her present before she came up to Sukuna, “I heard you were a dick by Megumi.”

“Maki you can…”

“No it's true, where is the twat anyway?” Sukuna muttered as Maki hadn’t bothered to apologise instead unwrapping her present happily.

“By the balcony, probably.” He nodded but didn’t leave to go find him, instead sticking your side.

You met his gaze as you didn’t understand why he hadn’t left to mingle or find someone to hook up with, “not going to find Megumi.”

“I said I wouldn’t leave your side.” You nod as he continued, “come on let’s get a drink.”

He dragged you to where the drinks were, passing you a cup as he filled it with some alcohol, he saw Megumi come up towards you both, already partially drunk. “Y/n, Sukuna…together in the same room, I must be dying.”

“Real funny, I don’t see you with anybody.” Sukuna mused as he took a large sip of his drink.

Megumi rolled his eyes planting his arm across your shoulder seeing how tense Sukuna became in a matter of seconds, “go on how did you end up here then?”

“We’re friends.”

“You called him a dickhead two weeks ago.”

You chuckled at your past, his eyebrow raised wanting to hear an explanation of the comment, “that’s because he is one.” You moved to his face, your hand out as you squished his cheeks with one hand, “aren’t you?”

“You better answer her.” Megumi spoke, trying to suppress a laugh at how the big old mighty Sukuna was getting his face squished by you.

Sukuna rolled his eyes as you continued squishing his face, your warmth in your fingers making his ears prick a red colour, “yeah…I am.”

“Good boy.” You giggled letting go of him as Megumi began pouring more alcohol in both your drinks. It seemed like the party would have nothing except drinking and couples making out, you didn’t care seeing how much fun Maki was having with her boyfriend.

You and Sukuna had moved to the couch after Megumi had gotten distracted by Maki’s god, he was probably on the ground letting her dog sleep on him. Sukuna’s voice ringed in your ear as the loud music had made it hard for you both to speak normally, “you were right?”

“Is the Sukuna admitting I was right?” You teased taking a large slip as the strap of your dress had fallen off your shoulder due to having been bumped into by a lot of people.

“Oh shut it.” He didn’t continue with his words, instead moving closer to you, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just how beautiful you looked. His eyes gazed across your body, as he moved his hand to re-adjust your strap. His fingers gazing right where your arm was, “a tattoo right there.”

“I’ll have to get one there then.” You replied instantly back to him hoping he’d get the hint.

He nodded his hand tracing your skin, “I’ll give you a good tattoo, make it ruin you.” He didn’t know what he was saying, feeling you move closer to him as if you were just about to meet his lips.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” It was a shout from the doorway as you saw Yui almost jump right on you with her devilish claws. Both you and Sukuna became startled by the action as you both jumped abruptly away from one another.

Maki had come as she stood between the three of you, confusion setting in as she realised just how bad the situation was. “Yui what the fuck?”

“Why are you shouting at me, she’s the one trying to make out with my boyfriend?” The music seemed to settle into quietness as everybody began staring at the scene, you didn’t know what to say. They weren’t dating you knew that but were you really just about to kiss him, the man you had hated those weeks ago, would you have let him do more to you.

You shook your head as you were about to speak but got interrupted, “we aren’t fucking dating, god there really is nothing up there, we were never dating and you’re just a fucking bitch who sleeps around.”

“So you admit that you just wanted to fuck me.” You and Maki stared at one another as you watched what Sukuna would say next.

“Yeah, worst sex I’ve had in a while though.” Your eyes widened at the comment as you tried to suppress a laugh before she stared at you.

Her eyes flicked with rage at how you laughed at his comment, “you hated him, how could you be such a shit friend?”

“We were never friends, you tried to use me to come with you to errands and help you with shit, that’s not being friends.” You mutter crossing your arms as Maki almost looked like she was ready to fight Yui for her fake comments.

Yui looked between the three of you ready to punch you right in your face, “I fucking hate you, he’s going to realise just how boring and selfish you are, and he’ll drop you just like he did too me. You wanna know why you haven’t had a boyfriend in a whilst…it’s because every single one of them found out how dull and boring you are. He’ll see it, he’ll see how you’re a fucking cunt that just gets used for guy’s dicks.”

She stormed out of the apartment, as you let out a heavy breath. You needed fresh air as you left the silence of the room going past everybody and into Maki’s room. Knowing she had a balcony that attached to her window. Crawling out of it as you leant against the railing you saw the bright lights of the city cascade out into the sky. Cold air hitting your body as you thought about her comments, every insecurity you had had was true, you heard the window open as Sukuna stepped outside.

“You’re going to get cold, dumbass.” You don’t laugh at his comment, instead leaning  further into the balcony. “You don’t believe what she said right, she’s a fucking cunt and her words were lies Y/n.”

“You don’t understand.” You continued staring at the colourful patterns of the stars, all so pretty. He moved closer resting his shoulders against your own as he could almost see you shiver.

He met your eyeline, watching how you stared up into the dark sky, he knew you saw more than the dark. He could see it in your eyes the way you stared at the sky with such lust to explore its secrets, “explain to me then.”

“You’re you…and I’m me, I’m used to guys getting their dicks wet to me, and you use others to get your own…”

You trailed off not wanting to hear his next words, “you really are still a cunt, listen to me, Yui lied, you and I both know she’s a fucking cunt so why the fuck do you believe it.”

“Because you fucking slept with her.” You didn’t know why you shouted the comment out, it was unnecessary and made no actual sense at all.

Sukuna stayed silent, pink hair almost dropping down to his face in a type of misery, “so what you want me to fuck tou and then leave you, you want to be another one-night stand, is that all you see me as.”

“No…” you had no other words as you both stared at one another in silence, his eyes flicking across to your lips. As he moved closer, face almost touching one another’s as you heard his heavy breath against your own, mouths almost touching.

He looked down as his hands had gripped your sides ready to bring your mouth to his own, “I don’t want you to be another one-night stand.”

“Why?”

“Because you mean a lo…”  He got interrupted by the sound of a loud crash occurring inside, “fuck that’s Megumi.”

“We need to check on him.” Your minty breath hit his face as you spoke worried for your friend, you were the first to apart away; he had wished to feel your tender lips on his own but instead was now left out in the dark.

He watched you leave as you went to go check on Megumi, taking a sharp breath as he followed you. You both ended up finding Megumi with the dog wrapped around him, “he’s cuddling the fucking dog.”

“Sorry I need a picture of this.” You spoke fiddly as you brought your phone out taking different angled photos of Megumi being cuddled by Maki’s dog.

Sukuna rolled his eyes before he nudged Megumi with his food, “we’re gonna have to take him home.”

You nodded as you and Sukuna brought him up, his arms on both your shoulders as he stirred, “you two are such nice people:”

“Yeah yeah.” You muttered as you helped him towards Sukuna’s, both putting him in the back as Megumi looked like he was about to fall asleep again.

“I’ll take him to mine, after I drop you back home.” You nod as you both spent the rest of the car journey in silence, not talking about the earlier occurrence of you both nearly kissing twice.

The ride had been quick as you were met with the dull buildings once more, Sukuna watched how you said a simple goodbye, his hand grabbing your wrist to stop you. “Come round the tattoo shop at 8pm.”

“Why?” you questioned as his touch sent a shiver down your spine.

“Just come shitty woman.” You nodded as he let go of your hand watching you walk into your apartment.

“You really…why did you scream?” Megumi voice startled him as she shouted a fuck at hearing Megumi talk, “anyway, you really like her don’t you.”

“Is it that obvious.”

Megumi nodded leaning back in his seat, “you’re a dick to everybody it’s weird seeing you be nice to someone.”

“I’m not a dick to everybody.” Sukuna spoke as he started driving towards his apartments

Megumi rolled his eyes as he looked out of the window, “don’t hurt her.”

“I wouldn’t.” Sukuna mutters as he looks down knowing tomorrow would be the day he told you the absolute truth.

The next day came quicker than expected as you had a couple lectures occurring and some other crap to get onto. Before you even knew it 8pm had arrived as you found yourself walking the same street you had walked a couple weeks back. The same bricks and neon sign outside the place that made the place give off the vibe of a tattoo shop.

Walking inside as the bell indicated a customer had come, it seemed that they had had their influx in customers as Satoru seemed to be annoying Nanami who had ice on his head and Geto tapped away at the counter. “Y/n.” Satoru shouted as he bolted up and met you, “you never came back.”

“Yeah some stuff happened, you know where Sukuna is?” You question as all three of them became silent, probably not understanding why you would need the man you had been cussing out a few weeks ago.

“Sukuna.” Geto hesitantly shouted out as he looked at you, “you’re not going to kick him are you,”

“What? No!” You mutter as you see the pink haired man come down shirtless, his tattoos all on show as you got a glimpse of every single one perfectly resting across his body. “Y/n, you’re early.”

He checked his watch seeing the time being 7:50, as you gave him a small smile, “so what did you need me for?”

“To give you a tattoo idiot.” He spoke it as of you were the one who had been the dumb one in the situation.

The three men stared at you both as you stepped towards him, bodies too close for what they’d class as enemies. “Is anybody going to explain this?” Satoru muttered.

Sukuna rolled his eyes as he waited for your response, you didn’t think he’d actually be the one to give you your first tattoo, but you nodded never less. “Okay, but if you mess up I will stab you’ll

“If you’re into that, I don’t judge.” He chuckles as you jab your elbow into his chest, “give her the forms.”

Geto nodded as he passed you the forms you needed to fill out all three wanting to hear how the two of you had somehow become close, “don’t you three have plans?”

That’s when they realised why he had booked you in so late, all three had prior engagements and it’d leave you and him alone to your own devices. Satoru signed as he wanted to hear more but ended being dragged out by Nanami before Geto followed just as you handed the forms back to Sukuna

He remained shirtless as he took you to the back, locking the door of the reception to make sure nobody came in. He patted the seat gesturing for you to sit down as you looked hesitantly between the needles and the seat, “what you want to sit on my lap, will that make you feel better?”

“Shut up.” You muttered as you went to the black chair, instead feeling his grip on your wrist.

“What? Scared I’ll bite,” you hated how he teased you and instead of dismissing it and getting flushed you found yourself sitting right on his thigh, you could almost feel like much muscle he had under his joggers as your hand stayed on your own thighs.

He smirked seeing you shift your weight easily, “look at you, finally listening for once.”

“I listen.”

“No you don’t, now what are you thinking?” He passes the book with many designs from his coworkers scattering each page. You instantly went to his page, looking at all the intricate details of different types before you saw the designs of dragons as it breathed out fire. He watched you stare at it, finger gliding across it as he moved your hair to the side, head on your shoulder as he spoke, “you want a dragon.”

You nodded eagerly at the small design, as he put the book down and looked at you with soft eyes, “where do you want it?” You point to the top of your arm, the arm he had touched last night, the arm that still had his finger ingrained into your skin. His eyes flicked to your arm; you wore a long sleeve shirt as he knew you’d have to take it off to get right up to the top of your arm.

“This is a ploy to get me naked isn’t it.” You teased as you lifted your shirt above your head, Sukuna trying to say a word as now the two of you were shirtless in front of one another.

He tried to hide his smirk as he got the stencil ready for your arm, he knew it’d hurt, knew you’d want to grab onto something so why not grab onto him. “If I wanted to see you naked I wouldn’t do it here.”

Your eyes widened feeling the rubbing alcohol on your arm drip down to your wrist, “which one was your first?”

You changed the subject as he rubbed the area before grabbing the stencil that was to the side of you both, “the one on my finger.”

His other hand had moved the stencil up to your arm whilst your fingers grabbed his hand seeing the skull right on the edge of his right hand. “It’s pretty.”

“Yeah my parents hit me so hard after I got it done.” You chuckled lightly feeling his move his hand away from you, sad at his quick movement as you played with your own fingers. You felt the stencil being pulled away from your arm as you could see the small outline of a dragon and its fire across your arm. “Like it?”

You nodded eagerly as you watched him prepare the equipment you didn’t know what he was doing but admired each concentrated move that he had. Eyes widening when he looked up at you with a smirk having noticed your continuous looks at him, “don’t worry, it won’t hurt and if it does, tough.”

“And I thought you were going to be encouraging.” You mumble as you stare at your arm, the blue marks making your insides almost cave in at how scared you actually were.

He chuckled lightly just as he finished ready to start on the outline, he was almost glad it was just an outline with no shading knowing in an instant you’d be in much more pain. “You’ll be fine, I would tell you to hold my shirt but…you could always hold onto my thigh?”

“Just start.” You fidgeted on his thigh, legs swinging as you began hearing a low hum of a needle, feeling some other liquid go across the lines. He looked directly at you nodding to make sure you knew it was about to occur.

Your hands stayed on your lap as you felt the first mark take place, pain instantly rushing to that one spot as you grabbed his thigh, just close to where his crotch was. He dismissed how your hand was so close yet so far away from his cock instead asking if you were okay, after seeing you nod, he continued as the pain began to subdue. You couldn’t lie and say your eyes hadn’t begun watering because they had. You wiped it away with your other hand as you felt Sukuna move onto the fire part. You could never understand how he’d gone through the pain of all of his tattoos, the ones across his arm and chest, his fingers and back and most likely having some on his legs as well.

You watched how he’d occasionally look back at your gaze, see if you were doing fine with pain. Always giving him a reassuring look back to make sure he knew that you could handle it, you felt him finally relax as he the low hum stopped, your hand still on his thigh as he smiled at the design. He grabbed his phone from the side taking a picture of it before passing it for you to see yourself.

The small intricate details had done on the dragon was perfect, the way he had started to put stuff away whilst you still sat on him and the way you could still see your photos from last night in the corner. He hadn’t deleted them , kept them for some unknown reason and you definitely were not going to ask him why he still had the images.

“Let me dress it and bandage it for you.” You nodded but he remained still as you stared at the image, “I need you to get up, dumbass.”

“Sorry.” You mutter standing up and sitting on the actual chair, eyes staring at the details of it all. You had a tattoo and not just that it was a tattoo that Sukuna had designed and placed on you. It was something he was proud of, he watched you stare at his phone, probably unaware that it was on you and not just a picture.

Signing he grabbed the dressing and bandages, standing up to start wrapping it around your arm, you felt startled when his cold fingertips touched your arm. Putting his phone down as you saw the cling film around you, a redness coming from the tattoo, as he began telling you what to do every night and giving you some leaflet on it. “…don’t worry though I’ll text you to make sure you remember.”

“I’ll remember.” You put your shirt back on as you whined the comment out.

“I’ll text you to make sure you remember.” He repeats already knowing that you’d become too lazy to even bother to change the dressing every night.

“So mean.” You pout as he takes you back to the front, leaning against the counter as the dark sky stood out for the both of you to see, “so how much is it?”

You had already gotten your credit card out ready to pay for it, but his hand stopped you, “It’s free.”

“What? No, take the card.” You almost push your money onto him not wanting to take something for free. He takes the card before putting it right back into your arm, almost chucking it at you as he did, “Sukuna please just take it.”

“No.”

“I will never talk to you again if you don’t take it.”

“Okay.” You both glared at one another in silence waiting for one of you to crack, it just had to be you, however.

“I hate you.”

He crossed his arms smirking as he came round to the front leaning against the counter, “no you don’t.”

“Yes I do.” He cocks his head to the side, you watch as each of his muscles tense up as he looks down to you, his face coming closer and closer each time. Hand moving to hold the side of your face, as you looked up at him.

“You can pay me back another way.” He whispers softly as his lips brushed against your own, feeling a hungry need to kiss him, his other hand had moved to your waist ready to bring you closer to him.

You felt his hot breath hit your lips, the way he licked his lips with a hunger, your face moving closer as he moved his hands moved to his shoulders to meet his eyeline. He felt pushed against the counter as he leant against it watching how you moved one of your fingers to his jaw caressing his face as you looked down between his eyes and mouth. Before finally moving your finger, mouth ready to kiss his own before both being startled by the buzz of the door opening.

“Sukuna.” It was a voice you had recognised prior, as you turned to be met with Sukuna’s twin brother.

Sukuna looked between you and his brother, signing at how this had been the third time he had been cockblocked. All he wanted to do was kiss you, was to take you out, call you his but it felt like the universe had had other plans.

“What?”

You stood between the two of them as his twin stared at you, “Mum said to come and drop this off.” He showed a bag with what looked like some old clothes, you didn’t question it instead smiling at the boy. “You’re the girl from a couple weeks back.”

“Hi, yeah I’m Y/n.” You put your hand out as his twin takes it, Sukuna rolling his eyes as he grabbed the old clothes, he looked between the clothes before finding what he was looking for. It was something you recognised, as you let go of the boy's hand.

“Itadori.” You nodded as the boy looked confused as the two of you stared at the old shirt, he eyes you up and down almost admiring how you looked so sweet and sexy at the same time.

“I told you I had it,” Sukuna chuckled as he showed you the old retro Pokémon shirt he owned, it was old, something a 13-year-old wore and not a grown ass man. You had remembered a conversation the two of you had had earlier on last week where he had rambled on about how he loved Pokémon and had the biggest crush on Jessie which you never understood.

“It’s still a lame character to simp over.” He had been pointing to the destroyed Jessie as Itadori felt uncomfortable invading on a private moment between the two of you.

“Anyway, nice to meet you, Sukuna suck a dick, later.” He walked back out of the store as Sukuna gave him the finger before turning back to you, he knew the moment had been ruined but a hungry need had erupted at how he needed to have you. He had seen how Itadori had stared and watched the closeness of you both, had looked you up and down, looked at what was his with a look of hunger.

Sukuna, grabbed his shirt quickly putting it on before grabbing the bag and your hand in his other, “where are we going?”

You questioned as he locked the place up before grabbing your wrist once more and dragging you to his car. “Back to mine.”

“Wh…” He had thrown the bag in the car and pushed your back against the door, hands trapping you as he moved closer and closer to you, making you seem ever so small to him. He smirked as he interrupted, hand grabbing your jaw as he gave you a sadistic grin.

“Nobody looks at what’s mine and sweetheart…you’re now mine.” Your breath hitched as his other hand grabbed your waist arching you into the car as his lips found its way onto your own.

The kiss he had craved for so long occurred in a matter of seconds, your hands moving to his hair as you tugged at the pink locks. Your moans making his head spin as his tongue divulged into your own, gliding back and forth with your own, he brought your body even closer to his own. Mouths craving one another as you had gotten the kiss you had only dreamt about. Saliva dripped down your jaw as he let go off, thumb wiping it away as he looked at you with almost hungry eyes.

“I’m taking you back to mine and making every single fucking person know that you’re mine, okay baby.” He hand moved to your jaw grabbing a hold of it as he was waiting for an answer, waiting to hear the yes he craved.

“Okay Sakun…”

“Try again.” He moved your mouth to skim past his lips again, already seeing how much you craved to feel his lips once more as you tried to reach his own.

You took a sharp breath as you spoke to give him the power he wanted, “yes sir.”

“Good girl, get in the car.” His words were quick as you found yourself quickly entering not knowing what had gotten between the two of you as soon as he stepped inside the car, his hand rested on your thigh as he quickly drove out to get to his apartment.

A quick - most likely over the speed limit - journey later, his hand on your back made your insiders quiver at the sensation of what was to occur. Once you both began walking past the elevator, the tense atmosphere you both had gone through in the elevator having not helped, you found yourself finally getting the confidence to speak.

“Are we…”

He interrupted you as he finally unlocked the door, pushing you through as you felt yourself pressed against the inside of his apartment. His lips moving across your neck as he spoke the words you had needed to hear from the beginning, “you aren’t some fuck, you’re mine.”

“I…I don’t want to disappoint you.” You breathed out after thinking hard, his lips left your neck as he looked into those deep eyes of yours. Pools of lust and love cascading down as he couldn’t help but bring his two hands to cup your face.

“You would never disappoint me baby, after I’m done stuffing you full of me, I’ll prove to you just how much you mean to me.” His voice was a quiet whisper as he kissed you once again, your hands quickly kissing him back as he continued to press you against the door. Hands roaming your body as he brought comfort and love to every part of you.

His lips left your own as he kissed down your neck, hands moving to your thighs to bring you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Watching how you arched your neck for him, as he bit and sucked at your neck wary to not harm your arm as he walked towards his room.

Pushing you in as he threw you onto the bed, taking his shirt off as his arms moved to the side of your body. A predator ready to hunt down his prey, his hand went under your chin making you look up at him as he spoke, “I’m going to make you call me yours by the end of the night, sweetheart, make that pretty cunt drip with me in you.”

He smoothed your hair before moving his hands to your side, watching you nod at his actions. His fingers moving your shirt above your head. Even if you had been exposed to him previously, it felt a lot more intimate now, his hungry eyes wanting to encase every essence of you. “So pretty.” He mumbled as he unhooked your bra letting your tits perk up to the exposed air.

He watched how your face became flushed, as his hands roamed across his chest and stomach, leaving soft kisses down your body as your fingers outlined his tattoos. “Sir…I want you,” your whine made Sukuna look up, his mouth had salivated your nipples as a trail of spit led from his bottom lip to your hard nipple.

“Keep begging,” his words were harsh as he went back to sucking on your nipples, a need for his hardened cock to divulge right into your wet slick filled cunt made you frustrated.

“Pleas…sir,” you moaned as he bit at your nipple, watching how you arch your back into his skin, “I need you.”

“Stupid slut, can’t live without my cock, right?” He swirled his tongue against your nipple as his hands had moved your jeans down, eyes fixated on the way your pretty cunt had been covered.

“I can…’t.” Your whines filled his apartment as he moved his mouth across your stomach, feeling how your hands had moved into his hair, tugging at the strands to go lower. His teeth gripped the fabric as he pulled it down instantly seeing the slick having dampened your underwear. He pulled it away, chucking it onto his desk as his mouth instantly met your clit, spreading your legs to beside his body.

Licking and sucking at the folds that divulged into your cunt, your moans filled the room as one of his hands began kneading at your breasts, mouth covered in slick. “Mo…more.”

He listened to your babbling whines, moving his tongue right into your cunt, his other hands moving to your clit as he rubbed circles with his thumb. You arched your back as soon as you felt his tongue glide through your warm cunt, he could taste the coating of slick run down his tongue mixing with his saliva. It wasn’t common for Sukuna to go down on girls, he knew most of his one-night stands had been ones of getting sucked off and then fucking them. He couldn’t tell you the last time he had gone down on a girl, but the way you gripped at his hair, pushed him further. He knew you would be the only girl he’d ever go down on, with your swollen clit and folds that were encased in slick.

How could he not resist?

His tongue continued to lap inside your cunt, your moans for his tongue to go deeper as the bridge of his nose touched his fingers, he moved his slick covered fingers across your nipples before sticking his fingers right into your warm mouth. You easily took the two fingers sucking and wrapping your tongue around them. Sukuna knew why he was eating you out, he wanted you to feel pleasure, he wanted you to know you had his undivided attention, that he was the only man to make you feel good.

You felt a knot in your stomach already feeling cum start to gush down right into his mouth, he could sense it as his tongue movement became faster, rougher even, your moaning making his ever-growing cock become painfully hard. “Cum in my mouth.” He mumbled through his licks, on command white gushed from your cunt as he mouth was coated in a wet white liquid.

He looked up at you as his mouth remained near your cunt, his fingers moved from mouth as he licked his lips wiping the rest of the cum on his arm as he watched your dazed expression. He moved up, kneeling between your spread legs as he moved down to capture your lips, you could taste yourself on his mouth, his mouth sucking at your tongue as he moved his mouth down your neck. Giving a long lick across your jaw and down to your collarbone, “want me to stuff you now baby, make you full.”

“Ye…yes sir.” He couldn’t help but admire your expression, the way your eyes were eager as your hands moved to his joggers, already seeing his hard cunt ready for you. Mouth watering as he pulled his joggers away, his muscled thighs that could crush you in an instant between your dripping cunt as his bulge was more evident.

He couldn’t help but stop and stare as he took his boxers off, seeing how pretty you looked with the dishevelled her and look of admiration. The girl he had spilt coffee on was underneath him, begging to be filled with his cock. He couldn’t help but feel cock as his cock was in his hands, pumping his hand lazily around it before moving it across your clit and slick. “Please…put it in me.”

He smirked at your whines before aligning his cock right into your core, he brought both your legs up between his arms and chest as he stayed between your spread legs. “You want to be my good girl.”

“Ye…yes I’ll be your good girl,” at the sound of this his cock instantly pushed into your cunt, “Agh S…ir.”

Your breathing had become heavy as he groaned at the feeling of your cunt, “so tight, pretty girl.”

His hands had moved onto the bed as he encased your face, each thrust making you moan, your hands on his back, scratching against his many tattoos as he brought his face closer to your own. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His words hit you as you looked into his eyes, love pooling from them as you kissed him slowly, each thrust becoming softer and slower as he kept a steady rhythm as you finally spoke the words he had needed to hear. “I…like you Sukuna.”

“Ryo, call me Ryo.” He whispered as he kissed your jaw, each thrust making you whine into his ear as something in your heart felt full at his allowance to let you call him a name he had been adamant against, he continued with more comforting words of, “you’re everything to me.”

His words were comforting, he would never understand why he had been such a cunt to you at the beginning. But being deep inside of you, the trust you had for him as both your foreheads touched, his eyes flashing with love against your own. It must have been fate that brought you both together on that windy night, he didn’t know what else it could be.

The full moon shone through the window, each thrust sending you a shock of love and comfort as he could feel how your legs twitched beside his own. He kissed you one last time feeling your second orgasm come through as he sloppily continued to fuck you, he saw how tears welled up in your eyes. He wiped them with his hand kissing your cheek as your hands remained around his body as he rode his own orgasm out. Your cunt stuffed and filled with his cum as he kept his cock inside of you, looking into your eyes, head resting against your chest. As he heard your heavy breathing one of your hands moving to caress his pink hair as you both stayed like this.

He would never know how this moment occurred, but he did know that the prettiest most annoying girl he had ever met was underneath him and he finally understood what paradise really was like.

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You didn’t know what to do anymore.

When you heard that the Yautja-Human peace treaty was finally up and running and that not only that meant everyone was safe and sound but also that the galaxy’s greatest and sexiest species was to roam free within your planet. You were proudly part of a small community that wasn’t opposed to...engaging-, with such creatures.

It didn’t take long for you to find your Yautja of interest. He was tall. Taller than any other partner you ever had before. That alone did things to you. Their ships had taken residency in whatever forests seemed best to them. You’d never thanked the skies more for living right outside a reserve in your life. 

The first thing you checked was his wrist from afar. To make things easier for everyone while they sorted out yautja translators for humans, yautjas interested in human contact wore different colored lights on their wrist gauntlets. Some of the colors were; red for ‘No Contact’, yellow for ‘formal contact only’, blue for ‘Friendly contact’, and purple for ‘Accepting of human advances’.

Now, while the term was awkward at best, but you were the happiest human on earth when your crush showed up on your street with that purplish wrist gauntlet. it’s lights dancing, glowing brighter and then darker again in an endless cycle.

He was everything you’ve ever dreamed of physically and after some time observing and building up your courage-, you found that his personality was just as much endearing as his physique. 

You’d taken to hiking, something you didn’t exactly have the habit of doing, all in hopes of spotting him by his ship, and so you did. So, there began your mission. While you didn’t have a translator on your person, there was one language that was known to all the galaxy.

Flirting.

Flirting was supposed to be exciting, charming, and well, what better way to let someone know you were totally into them, right? Surely, some winks and gestures here and there would pass him the message loud and clear.

2 weeks in of hiking and you could feel your muscles hardening up. The way your body responded to this new routine spoke volumes of your previous sedentary ways, never really having a reason to leave the house if it wasn’t for work or well, buying what you needed. So far, however, your flirting had brought you no results. The times you could make out his expressions when he saw you were...not pleasing. He looked...confused, at best. 

So, you sat at home on a particularly cold night, holding a warm mug of hot chocolate to keep the shivers at bay, wondering what could you possibly be doing wrong. You bit your lip, winked, wore your best clothes, and still, nothing. It was frustrating.

You checked on your translator order situation, refreshing the page now and then as you knew they were updated at night. When the peace treaty was first announced and the ‘requesting’ system was up, you hurried to place your order. The translator wasn’t cheap, and it would only be one of the very prototypes, meaning it wouldn’t be able to translate everything at once so fluidly, but at least you’d be able to communicate faster before most of the people could, and that alone made you very happy, it was exhilarating. 

The translator had been ‘In Confection’ for months now, finally coming around the expected date of postage as your page told you. 

Another hour went by before you refreshed it again, the yellow dot becoming green with the text you had been waiting for underneath it. 

“In Transit.”

Finally.

With newfound excitement and determination, you pulled up the weather report for tomorrow’s morning and afternoon, sighing as you thought of your Yautja crush yet again.

The next morning came as fast as your head hit the pillow as you jumped up and out of the bed, ready to start your day with your morning jog, hoping to see him either on the way up or down the trail. Teeth brushed, hair tied up, and a water bottle filled, you made your way out the door, feeling the chilly morning air fill your lungs, wiping away the last remains of sleep from your body.

While jogging, you fell in thought. 

The translator wouldn’t take more than 3 days to arrive. In little time you’d be able to communicate with him...but what if he didn’t like you? 

Your jogging slowed down to a walk as this hit you hard in the head.

What if he had already rejected you and you didn’t catch it? You thought about it further and so came the odd looks he gave you, the puzzled stares, and more. You made your efforts well known and well shown as well, and he didn’t growl or try to move away, so it couldn’t have been that bad, right?

You looked at your feet as you walked, lost in those thoughts as you hit something hard, making you stumble back a couple of steps. You looked back up in surprise only to find out it wasn’t something but someone.

“Oh, hi! Sorry, I um, I didn’t see you,” You said, doing your best to gesture to him, and then your eyes, trying to tell him what you said.

As always, he stood there for a second, slowly nodding afterward. He tilted his head to the side a bit, getting a little closer to your person as if inspecting your face. His tusks were close to your face, so close you thought he was going to kiss you. Or well, try to, given he didn’t have lips.

“I-,” was all you managed to get out before he stepped back, shaking his head slightly before reaching behind his back, where his pouch usually was. Hands coming forward again, he extended his arm, opening his palm to present you with something.

You gasped at the notion of receiving a gift from him, this could only mean courtship, right?

Looking down at his hand, you were more than confused to see a very human-made looking pill bottle. “What?” You said, picking it up from his hand.

‘Melatonin. Sleep aid.’

“Sleep aid?” You questioned, looking back up at him, “Are you saying I look tired?!” You said, shaking the pill bottle towards him, the yautja raising his hands a bit, the universal sign for ‘hey calm down’.

But what could this possibly mean?

“I tried so hard! And you say I took tired? I’ve been coming here every day to see you! You-!” You sighed, shoulders slacking a bit after your outburst. “Okay, okay. You know what? Fuck-, I get it, I’ll let you be,” You said, turning right back around, deciding to end your exercise right there when the biggest hand you ever felt closed around your arm, making you look back again.

You had heard the Yautja language before, but hearing it live was just as foreign. He was speaking fast, the clicks and guttural growls making absolutely no sense to you.

He still, somehow, managed to look confused while speaking such a harsh tongue.

“I don’t understand!” You exasperated, yanking your arm free and sighing again. You put your hand up, “Wait.” you said. 

He looked at your hand, which accompanied with the word made something light up in his face as he nodded this time. “Good, I’ll um, see you later,” You said, waving and making the rest of your way back to your house.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it. Sitting on your couch while staring at the pill bottle on the table. It was what it was, you supposed. It was truly melatonin. 

But what did he mean with it? Did he want you to sleep well? Why did he think you weren’t getting enough sleep?

“Where did he even get this?!”

The pill bottle was sealed still, just like the ones you’d buy at the drug store. Could you imagine? A Yautja walking in a drug store and purchasing melatonin? If you told that to someone, they’d think you were crazy, even with the whole peace treaty going on.

Another day went by and you didn’t go jogging anymore, afraid your ‘relationship’ could turn sour if you saw him again without your translator. Still, the pill bottle haunted you, sitting in the exact place on your table.

On the second morning after your disastrous encounter, the doorbell rang. And you knew exactly what it was for. Sprinting for the door, the mailman was different, clearly a private company worker, holding your package with both his hands, looking around as he waited for you to come up.

Package picked up, opened, and fiddled with. After 15 minutes, you sat in your living room muttering words into your translator, watching as it came to life, making some odd sounds in what you knew was the yautja language.

Now you could go talk to him, for real.

Picking up the pill bottle from the table, you sprinted up the trail again, regretting not bringing your water bottle as you reached the place where you last saw him, panting and a little red in the face.

You looked back up when you heard soft purring, a sound you hadn’t heard before but wished dearly to.

‘It means affection’ you recalled reading once from the article the first human to mate a yautja wrote, ‘Fondness’.

You straightened yourself, clearing your throat before looking up at him, “Um, hi, I- ah fuck,” you fiddled some more, producing your translator from your pocket, getting a curious look from the yautja before you.

“I hope this works” you muttered before lifting the device closer to your mouth and taking a deep breath. “Hi, I hope this translates what I’m saying decently, now, I’d please like to know what did you mean with this?” You said into it, waiting a second before it started its clicking noises.

The Yautja’s expression changed instantly, his eyes widening as he leaned forward to the sound of his language. He squinted as he kept listening, making you blush in embarrassment. God, was the translator that bad?

Upon hearing the last of the clicking, you lifted the pill bottle to him for emphasis, waiting for him to react.

He stood up straight again, eyeing the bottle he gave you a few days prior, still unopened. He extended his hand, shaking his head when you offered him the bottle, pointing instead to the translator in your other hand. “Oh, of course!” You handed it to him, watching as he had a look at the digital screen, apparently switching its mode from ‘Human to Yautja’ to ‘Yautja to Human’ seeing as the translator worked with just about every human language around the world.

Satisfied with the settings, he started speaking into it himself, gesturing to the pill bottle while he did so and then, to your surprise, to your face. This made you gasp a bit, your mind jumping to the worst conclusions possible. Did he think you were ugly? Well, you’d have to wait and see.

As he finished speaking, you both gave the translator a couple of seconds when a male voice spoke up, making you jump a bit, hands shaking in anticipation. “Hello. I thought you were sick. Whenever we had an encounter, you would make these strange expressions. I searched for them, the results were that what could be possibly making you have these...tics, was lack of sleep. The excessive blinking, biting your lips, involuntary facial pulling, all are the result of sleepless nights, excessive exhaustion, and the medicine for that is...that, for humans anyway.”

“WHAT?!” You yelled, snatching the translator back from his hand as he stared at you with yet another confused expression. “I was flirting with you! Flirting! I’m not sick!” You said, holding out the translator as it did its thing.

Confusion melting away into realization, he spoke again, not bothering to hold the translator but simply stepping closer to you.

“You were trying to court me?”

“Yes! I was winking at you! It’s a human thing!” You said, then realizing your mistake, “Oh...human thing...Ah fuck” You covered your face in embarrassment, “God, that’s why you always looked at me like that, I-”

“Would you still like to...court me?”

“Yes!” You said, head jerking up again so fast the yautja before you flinched a bit. “I-, yes.” You cleared your throat, a hard blush creeping its way across your face again.

“Good, it was my plan to court you too...after you had healed of your...sickness.” He said, chuckling, “Which apparently was no sickness at all.” He cleared as you squinted at him, “Well, I’m Yeyinde.” He said, “I’m glad we can finally communicate, always wanted to ask you a few things.”

You smiled, feeling that blush coming back again, “How about we go on a walk? Then we can talk about anything you want” You said, holding out your free hand for him to take.

“Of course,” He rumbled, massive hand closing gently around yours as you started walking up the rest of the trail.

[alexseanchai]

hey, you know what would be a great fanwork of our team mascot for @voiceteam Team The Blue Wailers Orca-stra? a bread whale playing a bread saxophone

the plan: do two batches of

with yellow food coloring in one batch and blue in the other, for sculpting of saxophone and whale respectively. decorate both with sugar of the same color. maybe send our blues whale to work with Tol Housemate tomorrow, because that is a lot of bread.

the actuality:

1) @bisexualbaker send help

2) aha! food coloring!

[image: five little white tubes, each labeled with text in the color named. left to right: yellow, red, dark blue, green, blue.]

3) after I started the first batch of dough with what seemed like a reasonable amount of yellow coloring in: Tol Housemate: "They are, indeed, gel. Use sparingly unless you like very dark."

me: aaack. okay well if the saxophone is Very Yellow that is not a crisis, and regardless I will calibrate the blue better

4) much yellow. wow.

[image: an approximately saxophone-shaped pile of dough, with mouth end, horn end, and four buttons. the dough is about the same very pale tan color I would have expected without adding food coloring.]

5) okay refrigerate the saxophone so it doesn't rise too fast while the blue dough is in the bread machine. also, use twice or three times as much coloring. also, plan to use egg wash on saxophone for Shiny.

6) meanwhile the saxophone is only half my yellow dough, because it does not need to be whale sized. and this recipe was meant to make two loaves to begin with. let's bake that loaf!

7) okay that is a respectable blue. also that is a whale. because I said so, that's why.

[image: a sky-blue dough sea creature on a baking sheet with the dough saxophone, positioned with the mouth end of the sea creature on the saxophone mouthpiece. if this sea creature were shown to anyone without first telling them it's a whale, they would call it a particularly simplistic fish. also the saxophone buttons have lost some definition.]

8) but. but.

[image: the loaf that was supposed to be a loaf shape about eight inches by about five inches, and has succeeded in that, and also about five inches tall, at which it has failed miserably, being maybe one inch tall.]

[image: the same loaf, sliced open. the inside has about the ratio of bread to bubble I expected the loaf would have if it had been its proper size. this is much better than the very dense bread I expected when I saw how flat it was.]

9) okay got my colored sugars mixed up—

[image: two little glass bowls, each with a spoonful of sugar, white speckled with blue, and a little spoon. one bowl has darker blue sugar than the other.]

—so let's take the cloth off the blues whale now it's done its second rise—

[image: a baking sheet with a large flat sky-blue dough blob and a somewhat smaller flat pale dough blob.]

10) 😭

11) well I do already have the sugars mixed. and I do want to see how the egg wash works:

[image: the egg wash has been applied to the pale blob, which now looks damp and ever so slightly more yellowish, and a bit of water and the blue sugars have been applied to the blue blob, with the darker sugar on what would have been the top side of the whale and the lighter blue sugar on what would have been the whale's belly.]

12) well at least the part that's meant to be yellow is yellow?

[image: the dough browning as it baked has resulted in parts of the blue blob turning green. the other blob is indeed a golden color!]

me to housemates: "Enjoy? I am going to bed now."

Tol Housemate: "Bread is often a good food choice. We will enjoy."

13) Blu Housemate: "We can hunt down the frosting squisher and make yellow frosting in the morning."

[image: three yellow M&Ms, two chocolate chips, and more of the colored sugar have been added, such that the golden blob is now much more distinctly a saxophone, being blown by the chocolate-eyed blue whale drawn with dark blue sugar line art in the blob that is now blue and green ocean. photo & artistic credit to @azurelunatic .]

[wecantseeyou]

a note on color - how line of duty series 6 uses wardrobe to frame narrative (pt 1)

author’s note: this began as a personal observation on the use of cool tones for AC-12 and warm tones in opposition to AC-12, and evolved into a spreadsheet tracking most every outfit 3 of the 4 leads wear in every episode (through 6). 

Why Jo, Kate, and Steve? 

Jo: This is ultimately a rumination on Jo and her character, and the non-textual ways the show indicates Jo’s feelings, actions, and allegiances.

Kate: Jo’s major emotional connection in the series. Kate’s wardrobe often mirrors Jo’s in both style and color, and Kate’s wardrobe also gives hints to Jo’s true identity, while also reminding the audience of her allegiance with AC-12 (in both principles and action)

Steve: As the face of AC-12 in many ways (especially in this season, whereas past seasons that would’ve been Kate), Steve’s wardrobe is the control. He is firmly planted as an anti-corruption officer, is an ally of Kate, and he acts as Jo’s foil.

Why not Hastings?: Lord knows I love Ted, but the man really only ever wears his uniform (which is an entirely different essay about his views of the police force, ‘bent coppers’, and the ‘bad apples’ view of addressing police misconduct)

Some of the colors folks wear are difficult to quantify - I note circumstances where a shirt or sweater could be interpreted as multiple colors, and some instances where I believe that open interpretation is intentional. To be incredibly simplistic for how I coded the colors, cool tones are the good guys, and warm tones are the bad guys. Where possible, I have included reference images for the outfits I’m discussing (low quality screencaps ahead). 

It took me some time to choose the organization of this essay, but ultimately there’s only one way to really do it - scene to scene. So buckle in, cause this is a doozy. I’m posting just episode 1 today, and then plan to post analyses breaking down the other episodes through Saturday. Essay under the cut.

DISCLAIMER: I’m American, so there’s likely something about the UK that I miss here. Alas, we’ll persevere. I barely edited this because I’m no longer a student and don’t have that kind of time. Also, I already wrote one dissertation and I refused to admit I wrote another one. 

METHODOLOGY

To kick off, I went through and looked at every outfit worn by Jo Davidson and Kate Fleming, and most worn by Steve Arnott, in series 6. Steve acts as my control because he begins and ends my sample as a working member of AC-12, which for the purposes of this narrative represents police who are not corrupt. He is exclusively shown in cool tones in every scene I discuss here. Kate serves to bridge that gap in analysis between Jo and Steve - she is anti-corruption through and through, but she is no longer a member of AC-12, and she also has a close relationship with Jo, which is clearly romantic in tone. Kate often wears cool tones and white, but the occasional brown, orange, and green pop up (hold that thought on green). Jo is my main focus of my analysis, because I believe her wardrobe is most clearly impacted by the struggle between internal desires and external pressures. She wears a range of colors, but most frequently it is a combination of warm and cool tones. For the purpose of this analysis, black is considered a warm tone, white is both cool and absent allegiance, and grey is considered a cool tone.

THESIS

Since the first episode of series 6, Line of Duty has used color to indicate that Jo Davidson is not bent by aligning her with the tone of AC-12 as a whole and Kate Fleming specifically. TL;DR: The show has used wardrobe to tell us that Jo is not (intentionally) bent from the beginning.

Jo isn’t ‘bent’ in that she doesn’t want to be corrupt, but she’s forced to be. Surrounded on all sides by the OCG because of her uncle/father, Tommy Hunter, Jo therefore has no choice but to follow OCG orders for fear for her life. The show works to show us this visually in a few ways. Cool tones, representing ‘justice’ through AC-12, are seen throughout her screen time, but they are often peppered with warm tones, representing corruption and the OCG. This is true of her wardrobe overall, but is perhaps most succinctly demonstrated in her apartment. Keep these thoughts in mind as I break down each outfit. 

EPISODE 1

There are points where the wardrobe informs us of things that the text directly contradicts. For instance, in the opening scene of episode 1, Jo arrives at the Hill wearing a black coat over a dark grey turtleneck, and is shown talking to Lomax about a new lead in the Gail Vella murder investigation. She is then shown talking to Buckells about this lead, an unknown CHIS who claims to have spoken with a man named Ross Turner who claimed to have killed Gail. The interaction seems innocuous, and Buckells denies permission for a raid on Turner’s home, but look more carefully at the dialogue here. Jo is manipulating Buckells by presenting him with information about the source, including that he was a sex worker and speculating on his potential drug use. These two factors are what makes Buckells hesitate, and he ultimately stops the raid from being carried out that night. 

While Jo in this scene seems to push Buckells to give permission for the operation, Jo’s dark wardrobe is telling the audience that something else is happening on another level here. We learn later that Jo would take advantage of Buckells baser instincts and desire for upward advancement in order to manipulate him, which is what she does in this scene. She specifically mentions the CHIS’s sex work and the potential drug use because she knows Buckells will worry about the reliability of the witness and want more to go off of, hence cancelling the operation. Jo’s dark clothes hint at her manipulation of Buckells while the audience is not yet clued in.

The next time we see Jo during the team briefing about Ross Turner is also the first time we get a hint at the fliration between her and Kate. Jo’s “dirty stop-out” line and Kate’s “glass houses, boss” response, coupled with Jo’s smile that she hides by looking down show a clear shift in tone. The black jacket is removed, and she’s wearing a grey turtleneck. Jo is slightly more at ease here, enjoying the easy banter. Meanwhile, Kate is wearing a cream/light brown sweater, our first visual clue of her separation from AC-12 and her connection to Jo. 

Note here that Jo’s black jacket was on top of her grey turtleneck, and could be removed. The turtleneck, a very modest and in some ways restrictive top, also serves as an armor Jo wears to brace herself against her own actions. 

When the operation to arrest Ross Turner is approved, Jo again dons a black jacket under her body armor, while Kate wears a green coat under her body armor. Jo putting on the black jacket is symbolic of how she is about to waylay the team with the staged armed robbery at the bookie, allowing time for the OCG to replace Owen Banks with Terry Boyle. Kate’s green coat is symbolic of her mixed allegiances between AC-12’s blue and Jo’s yellow.

Later, when debriefing the operation with Lomax and discussing the importance of learning the CHIS’s identity, Jo and Kate are back to the grey and cream sweaters they were wearing earlier. Their banter is also back with Kate’s “great minds” line, demonstrating their comfort and also telling the audience these two women are in sync with one another. 

Immediately after this series of scenes, we see Steve for the first time. His first scene is at AC-12, wearing a grey suit, white shirt, and red tie, when he is notified that Farida Jatri is there to see him. We learn in the next scene, where Steve is in a blue suit with a blue shirt and blue tie, that Farida brought her concerns about Jo to AC-12, particularly about the odd armed robbery that Jo spotted. He asks Hastings for permission to look into it further, which is granted. The all blue outfit on Steve represents his desire to root out potential corruption in this complaint. He continues to wear this outfit for most of the episode when dealing with the investigation and MIT.

(Note: there’s an interlude scene here of the MIT crew in crime scene suits at Terry’s, but I’m not including that here.)

We next see Jo with Lomax, interrogating a frightened Terry Boyle, while Kate watches the video feed of the interview. Jo is wearing another grey turtleneck, but this time is wearing a grey jacket, while Kate watches on with a cream oversized sweater. The interview with Terry goes nowhere for the most part, as he refuses to comment, which seems to be to Jo’s relief. Kate, however, clearly isn’t done.

Donned in a green mockneck and navy suit, Kate visits the crime scene at Terry’s apartment again. This green top still aligns her with both AC-12 and Jo, but the navy suit serves as a reminder that she doesn’t think the MIT has the full story on Terry Boyle. 

Later, we see Kate in the same outfit debriefing Jo on the new information at the crime scene, namely that there is no new information because it’s been wiped clean. Jo is wearing a grey suit jacket, brown sweater, and a white shirt. Both agree that Terry isn’t a solid suspect, and want the ID of the CHIS in order to confirm that he’s the man identified as Ross Turner. Jo’s layering here is interesting - cool tone, warm tone, cool tone. She agrees with Kate externally, she knows Terry is in the frame for Vella’s murder, and she doesn’t feel comfortable pursuing Terry as a suspect she knows is innocent.

They then visit the CHIS’s handler, who refuses to give up his informant’s ID, but reveals to Kate that he is concerned about the CHIS’s welfare. Kate is wearing a long navy coat, while Jo is wearing a long grey coat with a blue and orange scarf. Kate wants to know the CHIS’s ID to genuinely pursue justice, hence the blue, while Jo wants the CHIS’s ID for ostensibly the same reason, but for her, pursuing justice with the CHIS would also clear Terry’s name. Jo doesn’t want Terry to be punished because he’s innocent, but she also knows a negative ID on Terry will lead to trouble for her with the OCG.

We see Jo in the same outfit minus outerwear in the next few scenes - when she is called into Buckell’s office and convinces him to put pressure on for the CHIS’s ID (while Kate watches), and later when Kate informs her that there was a surveillance gap on Terry Boyle’s flat due to the wrong authority being sought. Jo pushes Buckells and manipulates him to reveal the CHIS’s ID, and also blames him for the gap that she’s responsible for, hence the warm coloring of her sweater. Kate, meanwhile, is showing her allegiance to Jo by telling her about the gaffe, the green of her shirt being the visual representation of that act. 

Next we have a scene of Steve looking at CCTV of the armed robbery, and their suspicions are raised about the speed the convoy was traveling and the likelihood that Jo could have actually spotted it. Again, Steve is in an all blue outfit. 

Back to our favorite murder investigators, Lomax, Jo, and Kate arrive on the scene of a murder victim which turns out to be their missing CHIS. Jo is dressed in a long grey coat, green sweater, and light blue shirt, while Kate is rocking a long navy coat, navy suit, and an orange and navy striped turtleneck. Later at MIT, Kate and Jo discuss the CHIS further, lamenting the loss of the only witness who could ID Terry as Ross Turner. Throughout this scene, Jatri is watching the two of them interact. Jatri then calls Steve, in a grey suit with a blue tie, and tells him she can no longer be an informant. 

Round two of interviewing sweet Terry begins, with Jo in the same outfit and Kate watching on video, again in the same striped turtleneck. They all seem to think Terry is hiding something, but Kate seems taken aback at some of Jo’s lines of questioning (Vicky McClure, expert reactor) but is mostly saddened by Terry. Later, Steve meets with Kate outside of Hillside and they discuss his inquiry into Jo. She refuses to help, but gives him the name Carl Banks as someone to look into. 

We then see Jo arrive at Farida’s house with a suitcase, moving out her final belongings after their breakup, where they have a row over Jo’s refusal to introduce Farida to her nonexistent family. After, Jo returns to her own apartment with its 18 dead bolts. Nearly the entire place is blue - the walls, the furniture, even the refrigerator. However, those warm tones pop up throughout - lemons on the counter, golden pillows in the living room, gold lights framing the picture of her mother. Jo at her heart is good and believes in justice, but she has been groomed and manipulated by the OCG into acting against her nature in the name of self-preservation. She is blue, but the pops of gold and yellow of the OCG catch the eye. 

The following scene shows Jo getting chewed out by Buckells in the briefing room in full view of the rest of MIT, again in the green sweater and blue shirt. Kate looks on in concern, still wearing the orange and navy striped sweater. Buckells storms out, and Jo rushes into the hallway. Kate follows quickly behind, asking after Jo, who vents her frustrations with the pressure to charge Terry with murder because she knows it isn’t right and wants to find real justice for Gail. The color choices in this scene are clear. Kate is wearing orange and navy, highlighting both her connection to Jo and her pursuit of justice. Jo is wearing green, combining the blue of her heart and the pollution of OCG yellow, with a light blue shirt, again highlighting her true self and alignment with Kate.

This also highlights something we don’t learn until episode 6 - Jo wanted Kate on her team to keep her in check and be a barrier to the things the OCG was asking her to do. This includes the arrest of Terry Boyle. Jo specifically identifies several odd things about the recent evidence - and tells Kate that something doesn’t add up, essentially encouraging the DI to look into these inconsistencies further. This is her way of looking for help when she still feels trapped in many ways. 

Of course, no analysis of this scene would be complete without mentioning the hand grab and subsequent hold. They’re gay, kids!

The final scene shows Jo watching as Terry Boyle is released and remanded to police bail, a look of relief on her face. Because yeah, she’s done a lot of bent things, but Jo isn’t bent.

And that’s where the episode wraps.

Stay tuned for more wardrobe analysis tomorrow!

[kiatheinsomniac]

Away from the Parties: Ezio M! AU

Part I here     Part II here

(Y/n)'s Wednesday Italian history class had just come to an end and she rose from her seat, jogging down the steps of the hall to make her way back home to all her roommates. She wanted to go over some of the notes she'd taken during the class that evening and was looking forward to a nap.

But, she was stopped by a hand on her lower back as soon as she set foot over the threshold of the exit. It was Ezio's hand on her back that was leading her away. The (h/c)-haired female felt a few looks from other people: some jealous, others finding the seemingly new couple cute (not that they were a couple) and others hoping the two weren't about to get up to something wholly inappropriate in the public space.

"Ciao." He flashed his signature smile, one that brightened up (Y/n)'s mood instantly and - judging by the pull at her lips - it was contagious too. "So, I was thinking about you telling me about wanting to see that new movie with some of your friends but none of you had any time to see it all together." The (e/c)-eyed female nodded her head, remembering the texted conversation quite clearly. It made her feel warm inside to know that he had been thinking of her - a feeling that she was unfamiliar with but liked a lot and could certainly get used to. "It's being shown at this drive-in movie place and I was wondering if you have time to see it with me today at seven?" He proposed. (Y/n) couldn't help the beaming grin that painted her face.

"Of course!" She exclaimed, "I'll be ready to meet you."

"I'll pick you up. It's a date." He smiled happily. He reached forward to place a hand at the back of her neck, fingers ruffling her soft hair a little as he stooped down to press a quick kiss to the crown of her head. But the action was over as soon as it had begun and he walked away, throwing his bag over his shoulder so that he could go to his boxing then return home to prepare himself for his date with his crush. Though, they had become close friends very quickly over the past month and a half.

(Y/n) found herself momentarily stunned by the action before a plume of butterflies erupted in her stomach and blood rushed to her cheeks in a hot blush. She tried her best to not smile like a lovestruck schoolgirl but found that simply impossible as she began to make her way home.

♡♡♡

(Y/n) had struggled with what to wear. She wanted to look nice for the date but wanted to be comfortable too seeing as they would be sitting in Ezio's car for a long time to watch the movie.

Eventually, she had decided on a pair of comfortable dark grey plaid trousers with a thick black belt and a mustard yellow jumper accompanied by a pair of black converse. the top half of her hair was styled up into a fan bun at the back of her head and the rest was allowed to fall loose around her face and shoulders. She had applied some subtle makeup before nodding happily at her reflection in the mirror, throwing a small bag over her shoulder; she had made a stop on the way home to buy some snacks and drinks.

"Oh?" Aya piped up as (Y/n) sat down in the living room, waiting for Ezio to message her that she was outside, "Why do you look so nice? Going over to Ezio's again?" (Y/n) paused for a moment at that comment and thought about it. She had been spending so much time with him that even the other girls noted that the only time she ever left (aside from to attend classes) was to visit her friend. She had 'attended' all of Ezio's previous parties too, and by 'attended', she had stayed in his room, slept around the night and helped him clean up in the morning or treat his hangover. She just liked to spend time with him, it never failed to make her happy.

"Uh. . ." She replied somewhat shyly, "He's taking me out on a date actually." She smiled softly to herself, smoothing down a sticker on her phone case to avoid eye contact.

"Be careful there, lass, he's known to be a player." Mary input as she joined the conversation.

"Not really," She looked up, ready to speak in his defence, "that's just what he lets people believe. All of his past girlfriends have been gold diggers and it's a shame really, because when you get him to talk about it, you can see that they've really hurt him. And yes, he used to sleep around a lot, but he said that was just his way of trying to forget and to get some sort of revenge." She paused for effect, "He hasn't been with any girls since we started talking, or even before that. I. . . I trust that he's being genuine."

"Awee." Anne cooed, making (Y/n) roll her (e/c) orbs.

"Look, I just really like him, ok? I feel happy whenever I'm around him and when he does something cute or thoughtful, I just feel all warm and- I've never felt this way about anyone before and I don't want to let go of it." She smiled to herself as she looked down at her lap.

"You sappy romantic." Kassandra teased as she clapped her friend on the back.

"Coming from you, I hear your phone calls to Kyra and I know that you can't wait to go back to Greece to see her this summer." (Y/n) threw back, making her Greek friend laugh nervously to try and divert attention from the blush on her cheeks.

"Oh, and Aya, you can stop teasing too because whenever you see Bayek, you quite literally pounce on him," (Y/n) added.

"It was one time!" The Egyptian young woman burst out, making the other girls burst out laughing. (Y/n)'s phone buzzed and she looked down to see the message on her screen:

Ezio♡: hey I'm here x

(Y/n) stood up, tucking the phone into her pocket before saying goodbye and almost skipping out the door. What was the problem in acting like a lovesick high school girl anyway? If you're going to love someone, why not openly enjoy every wonderful feeling that it came with? She reasoned.

When she reached the car park, Ezio was waiting there in his sleek black car. (Y/n) made her way to the passenger side, sitting in the seat and greeting her date with a smile.

"Hey." She spoke. He wore a pair of jeans with a Gucci belt and a red sweatshirt. Designer trainers were on his feet. Hell, all of his current outfit was probably some high-up brand or another judging by his wardrobe.

"You look beautiful." He complimented, looking her up and down, "As always." (Y/n)'s lips quirked up at the compliment as she reached behind her to grab her seatbelt. She turned her head to look at the backseats - or where they should have been.

The olive-skinned male had put the seats down flat on the car floor to fit in a small air mattress. It had a duvet on it and various fluffy blankets and pillows. Little string lights were woven into the handles on the ceiling and would be golden when turned on. There was a bag filled with bottles of water and snacks too. (Y/n)'s heart melted as easily as butter over heat as she turned to look at her date who had been watching her reaction.

"Uh, Claudia suggested that I bring you on a date with few people - because of your anxiety - so I settled for the drive-in movie but I wanted to make it nice and I'd seen tweets from girls about loving things like this so-" (Y/n) cut off his nervous rambling by putting her hand on his knee.

"It's wonderful, Ezio." She felt her heart doing somersaults in her chest, "And I'm really touched that you were keeping my anxiety in mind while planning this." A glowing smile painted her lips, "It's so sweet of you." He smiled in triumph and happiness that she liked the little extra effort he had gone through for her. Usually, he'd take girls to expensive restaurants or concerts for dates but he had to keep her needs in mind. She may not be comfortable eating in public or being in a somewhat busy environment for so long and he knew from the way that they met that a concert date would only be disastrous. Her hand remained on her knee and he took her fingers in his own, interlacing them as he began to drive.

(Y/n) found her whole body subconsciously turning into him while music played from the speakers with him phone plugged into the auxiliary - it was a nice and sweet acoustic playlist.

♡♡♡

They soon reached the drive in and paid for their tickets, getting a spot relatively close to the front behind a conveniently low-roofed car. Ezio had opened the boot of his own car so that they could climb into the little setup he had put together and he turned on the lights once they were both laid back. They cast a soft, warm and romantic glow over the two. They waited for the movie to start while other people began parking their cars in the area.

"No, no, no," Ezio laughed while (Y/n) clutched her sides, he placed his hand on her side to get her attention, having to try his best to not laugh himself, "I haven't eaten roses, I swear."

"Lies." (Y/n) teased, still giggling.

"No, I mean: you know when you get a really strong smell of something to the point that you can taste it in the back of your throat?" (Y/n) nodded her head of (h/c) tresses. This had all started over a discussion on a bottle of rose lemonade that Ezio had bought for the date. (Y/n) had inquired whether it really tasted like roses, making Ezio answer with a 'sì' - this, in turn, had made (Y/n) teasingly question if he'd eaten a rose to know this. She knew full well that he had not but it was nice to see him looking so cute while he pouted. There was an open bag of popcorn beside them; it had been intended for the movie but the two of them simply couldn't resist the two bags of snacks that they had with them. He took a sip from the bottle ( (Y/n) had already expressed that she didn't mind sharing the bottle with him) "Ok, really though, do you want to try some?"

(Y/n) had enjoyed laying with him in the back of his car for the past fifteen minutes - hell, she enjoyed every second that she'd spent with him since they first met in his sister's room at that party. She couldn't help but want to be so much more than his friend, she wanted all of the happiness and warmth that he brought her and she wanted to be a girl that he could trust to not use him for his family money.

"Ok, I'll have a taste." She spoke shyly, thinking over her next move. The dark-haired male held out the bottle to her but she reached past it, sitting up to meet him as her hands cupped his face and she collided her lips with his. Surprised at her burst of courage, but most certainly not put off, Ezio held onto the drink with one hand to prevent it from spilling while the other went to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him so that she was leaning into his body. When she pulled away, one of her hands fell to the back of his neck while her thumb caressed his cheek. Ezio reached behind him to carefully settle the drink down while she gently nudged her nose against his, letting out the smallest of satisfied sighs. He felt her eyelashes brush against him as she fluttered her eyes open. He did the same, warm golden-brown meeting (e/c) in a loving gaze.

"Can I- can I do that again?" She breathed. Ezio replied by colliding their lips once more, both of his arms snaking behind her. One pressed into her lower back to make her body melt against his while the other went to the back of her neck, cradling her head and gently tangling his fingers in her hair. Her hands ran down his chest, retreating back up to lay on the sides of his neck, thumbs featherly caressing his jaw. He savoured the taste of her cherry lipgloss and the warmth and softness of her lips on his own scarred ones. They both pulled away after a while.

"I've been wanting to do that for so long, you have no idea." He mused against her lips. He watched her cheeks become alight with heat as she glanced shyly to the side. He smiled sweetly at her, caressing her waist-length hair.

"I. . . That was my first kiss. . ." She mumbled against his lips and yet she couldn't help the little smile that tugged at her own.

"And it makes me happy to know you trust me with that." He held her close to him in an intimate embrace.

"But I didn't just do that because I felt like it in the moment. . ." She began, if there ever was a chance to tell him how she felt, it was now, "I really like you Ezio, like, really like you. I. . . I want to be more than this." She mustered up the courage to look him in the eye. "I thought we were so different with you being such a social butterfly and me taking any form of social interaction," She laughed nervously, "But we started talking and we have so much more in common than anyone would think. And when I'm with you, I just want infinite time so that I can spend it all with you. I love how happy and just. . . warm you make me feel. I've never felt this way about anyone before so it's scary and yet. . . I don't want to let go of this. I want you."

"Oh, amore mio, you've found all of the words that I couldn't." He smiled as he rolled her onto her back, hovering over her in a somewhat possessive and yet wholly loving embrace, "Ti prometto che ti darò il mondo." He pressed a quick kiss to the end of her nose before they heard the movie begin and they sat up to cuddle into each other while they watched it.

♡♡♡

When they were driving back, (Y/n) had expressed how tired she was and how she wanted to stay the night at Ezio's. He had gladly agreed which is why he was ushering her inside his home, following in behind her. Claudia's head popped up from the living room sofa. She beamed a grin when she saw that Ezio had even taken her home after their date (which Claudia mostly planned but decided to let him take the credit for - she wanted them to get together anyway).

"Dimmi che l'hai baciata!" She called to tease the new couple.

"Claudia. . ." Maria warned, looking up from her book and speaking with a warning tone, not wanting to make the guest in her home uncomfortable (though, she anticipated a positive answer too, happy to finally see her son with a nice girl who was not looking for money like the others).

"How could I not?" He replied back to his younger sister in the same tone as her own, wrapping an arm around (Y/n)'s waist before leading her upstairs, carrying her bag for her like a gentleman. She collapsed onto his bed, smiling against the sheets as she recalled their kiss. She felt Ezio lay down behind her, half on her, as he wound his arms around her, pressing kisses to the side of her face and trailing down to her neck. "Ti amo, (Y/n)." He breathed heavily against her (s/t) skin, holding her (b/t) body flush against his own. She took one of his hands in her own and brought it up to her lips to kiss his handsomely tanned skin.

"Ti amo anch'io, cuore."

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

savior

prompt: “Can you please write about Andre Burakovsky”/ (edited for length + clarity)

summary: when Andre sees you getting harassed at a club, he comes to your rescue.

warnings: drinking, swearing, a perv who can’t keep his hands to himself 

word count: 1.7k

requested by: anon

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Normally, you wouldn't bother with going to clubs. Between school and work, you never really had time to indulge in Denver’s nightlife. Somehow, your friends had managed to drag you out of the apartment and had gotten you to take a few shots. You were in the middle of taking a sip of your drink when your friend slapped your arm to get your attention. You choked on the liquid, shooting her a dirty look but found she wasn’t even looking at you. Instead, her focus was on the two men that had just walked through the door. You didn’t recognize them, but she surely did.

“Oh, my god.” She gushed, but you didn't see what the big deal was. Sure, they were extremely and very fit, but her reaction seemed to warrant something more. “That’s Tyson Jost and Andre Burakovsky.” 

“Who?” You questioned, though the names sounded familiar. Your friend’s head snapped to face you, her eyes bugging out of her head. “Oh, are they those hockey players you like?” 

“Yes!” She shrieked and you laughed loudly at her reaction. You continued to grin at her, turning back to your drink. You had to admit, it was pretty cool that a couple of professional athletes went to the same bar as you, but other than an initial glance you paid them no attention. 

“They’re going to think you're weird.” You teased your friend as you noticed she hadn't looked away from them. She blushed, glaring at you for calling her out. “I’m just saying, you’re staring.”

“Fuck off.” She groaned, sliding out of her seat at the bar and pulling you with her. “We’re going dancing now.” You followed her, figuring that if you had gotten ready and gone out, so you wouldn't mind dancing. She dragged you onto the floor, and within three minutes she had gone off with some guy. You had planned on going back to the bar, not wanting to be alone on a dance floor full of sweaty bodies. 

Your retreat had been stopped when a hand grabbed your forearm, and on instinct you yanked away. Except, whoever had a grip on you wasn't letting go and your heart began to race. You had heard stories of your friends and people you know getting harassed at clubs, but since you weren't exactly a regular in the club scene, you’d never been in the situation you currently were. 

“Can I help you?” You hated how uneven your voice was. You wanted to come off as strong so maybe the stranger would let go, but one look at who had grabbed you led you to believe something else. The man looked at least a few years older than you, and they had not been kind to him. His hair was a mess, shirt stained with various drinks he probably had thrown at him, and his skin was red from the heat of the club. But worst of all was his smug smile. You didn't think it qualified as a smile, even, because smiles were supposed to come from happiness and spread warmth. His made chills run down you spine in a terrifying way and his yellowed teeth had you putting as much distance between yourself and him as you could.

“You could come dance with me.” His words were slurred, and as he spoke you could smell the alcohol on his breathe. Your face scrunched up in response and you shook your head rapidly, tugging on you arm again. Instead of letting you go like you had hoped, his grip tightened. You winced at the action, pain shooting up your arm. “C’mon, gorgeous—”

Before he could finish the rest of his sentence, his revolting figure was obstructed from your view as someone came between the two of you and shoved him away. The intervention must have shocked him, because he dropped your arm and you pulled it close to your body. 

“She said no, so you better fuck off.” A harsh voice cut in, and you assumed it came from your savior. You stepped slightly between the newcomer and the guy who grabbed you, watching as the latter sized up the former. Not liking his odds, he stormed off, but not before muttering a ‘bitch’ that was clearly meant for you. Your rescuer turned to you, and you finally got a good look at who he was. “Are you okay?”

If you remembered correctly, he was Andre Burakovsky. The famous hockey player had seen what the creep had done to you and had stepped in to help. Then, your mind started to race with the thought of just what could have happened if he hadn't intervened and suddenly you were crying. 

Andre led you to the bar, helping you sit on the stool and flagging down a bartender to get you a glass of water. By the time the drink arrived, you had calmed down enough to stop crying, but you were still shaken.

“Thank you, by the way.” You finally found the sanity to be polite once you assured him you were fine. “It’s just, that was fucking scary.”

“I’m just glad I saw him come up to you.” Andre admitted and if you had been a little less shaken up and a little more brave you would’ve shot back a quick ‘so you were watching me?’ because he was so handsome. His dark hair curled slightly and his cheeks were a little rosy, but the concern in his eyes when he looked at you reminded you that he was just being a gentleman. 

“I don’t usually come to clubs, and I’m suddenly remembering why.” You joked, and it drew a laugh from Andre that had you smiling. Tentatively, you offered him your name, wondering if he even cared. You grin grew just a bit wider when you saw him take up residence on the stool next to yours.

“Andre.” 

“I know.” The words fell carelessly past your lips and you regretted them when you noticed the slight way his shoulders slumped. “I mean, my friend told me who you were when you walked in. She's a big fan, and nearly took my head off when I said I didn't recognize you.”

“That’s a hit to my ego.” He joked, holding his hand over his heart but the way his grin widened told you he was reassured by the fact that you didn't know of him as a professional athlete, rather, he was some guy in a club who had basically rescued you.

You and Andre continued to talk for another twenty minutes before your phone started to buzz. You tried to ignore it, but after the fifth text you received you apologized and checked your messages. All of the texts had been from the friend you had come with, and apparently her ex had shown up at the club. The breakup was recent, messy, and part of the reason you had agreed to go out tonight was to get her mind off of him. The last text she sent you said that he even brought the girl he cheated on her with. 

“I’m so sorry, Andre, but I have to go.” You started to stand up, but paused once your feet hit the ground when you saw the confused look in his eyes. “My friend’s ex boyfriend just showed up, and I have to go with her. Girl code, you know.”

“Okay.” He sounded defeated, and you would've said something else to him, except you spotted your friend’s ex and he was making a beeline towards your friend, who was waiting anxiously by the door. You bid Andre goodbye over your shoulder, hoping to intercept her before her ex could do any damage. 

It was only after you were comforting her in the Uber you had called that you hadn’t gotten Andre’s number.

Turns out, it wouldn't take long for you to see him again. Two days after your meeting in the club, you had stopped off at a cafe on your way to work. You didn't see him come inside the shop with a group of his teammates as your back had been to the door while you ordered, but after you had paid and stepped to the side for the next customer, you heard a deep voice call out your name.

“Andre!” You responded, moving closer to him to have a conversation. You couldn't lie—since your chance encounter in the club, you had gotten infinitely more interested in hockey. More specifically, Colorado Avalanche and had even watched their game the night before with your friend. So what if you happened to search for number 95, you were interested in the whole team too. “How have you been?”

“Good, and I know you don't follow hockey, but we won last night.” He sounded proud, and you couldn't help but giggle at how adorable he was. 

“Actually, I did watch the game. I was really confused the whole time, but I watched it.” You confessed, remembering how frustrated your friend had gotten with your constant questions about what was happening. 

“What made you start watching?” The goofy grin on his face made you melt, and you felt a surge of confidence run through you. 

“Well, this really cute boy I met at this club told me he plays.” You teased, and as you spoke, you reached up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. Andre’s smile faltered as his gaze settled on your arm, and your brows creased, until you realized what he had spotted. 

He touched your arm gently, fingers brushing over the dark bruises formed from where the creep had grabbed you. You could even make out all five of the fingerprints. 

“I should have punched him.” Andre spoke finally, and you felt your heartstrings pull. Andre was a sweetheart, and somehow he had found a way to put some of the blame on himself—no matter how misplaced that blame was.

“But then you would’ve gotten kicked out and we wouldn't have been able to get to know each other.” While you spoke, the barista called out your name and you turned to get your drink, leaving Andre with a smile and your words.

“Let me take you on a date. A real one. With no creeps or obnoxiously loud music.” Andre’s proposition drew a smile from you. Apparently, his teammates had been eavesdropping in on the whole conversation, because they started to chirp him for being so bold. 

“Deal.”

[will-bulmer]

Research: Skul: The Hero Slayer

Normal enemies:

There are different enemy types in the game, ranged, melee and heavy. The differences between these enemies make it so you need to pay a bit more attention whilst dealing with them, for example you could get shot with an arrow while fighting a melee type enemy or get charged by a heavy. This sort of variation between enemy types is what, I think, should be present in most games like this to keep it interesting and I intend to implement it into my own game.

When entering the next zones, you’ll start to encounter new types of enemies, such as this one which blocks your attacks from the front with a shield, making it so you can’t just cleave them down alongside all the grunts. There are more variations of the standard enemies and even more new ones to come in later levels, which I think this is a good way of scaling up the difficulty as you pass through more levels and progress to new areas.

 Minibosses:

In Skul: The Hero Slayer, there are minibosses which you face a little while before the final boss of the zone. Just like normal enemies, they vary in many ways, for example there is a paladin miniboss which does slow but hard-hitting attacks and puts up an impenetrable shield in front of him to block your attacks. There is also the ninja, who throws shuriken from a distance along with dash attacks, but he doesn’t have as much health which he makes up with his speed. The two I have briefly spoken about are two of five minibosses overall.

As your progress further into the game, you will eventually end up fighting these minibosses in greater numbers, up to three (and maybe beyond that, but I haven’t been able to get far enough to see). Then the minibosses will eventually be fought as full-fledged bosses, using different and more powerful attacks.

If defeated by a miniboss, their level increases, making them more difficult to fight as you die to them.

This is an example of a miniboss, specifically the ninja.

I’m thinking of adding a similar sort of thing in my own game, where there are randomized minibosses to teach you about game mechanics and to help speed along character progression. Minibosses levelling up when you die is also a cool idea, this means that experienced players would have a harder time if they kept dying to them early on, which makes them consistently interesting and challenging.

Bosses:

Bosses are the final, well, bosses of the zone. They’re the biggest hurdles to overcome in the game and require effort and concentration to best (except from the first one). They also usually have multiple phases, the first phase being the easier one and then the second is like an enraged state, they gain more power and different abilities to learn as you go and are more relentless.

As the you progress through the game and your strength increases, you’re met with stronger bosses.

The first boss of the game is called Yggdrasil or the Elder Ent. In his first phase, he slams his fists down onto you and swipes across the whole screen to try to hit you. If the first phase goes on for too long, then the Elder Ent will start firing large homing projectiles which pack a punch, though afterwards he’s stunned shortly, which makes his first phase easy enough to finish off.

This is an example of the Elder Ent in his first phase, ready to slam his fists down onto the player.

The Elder Ent slamming his fist onto the player and the player dodging out of the way.

When the Elder Ent’s health reaches 0, he goes into his enraged state, his health bar fully regenerates, and he becomes more aggressive. Usually, the Elder Ent would only slam one fist down at a time, but in his enraged form he slams twice.

This is like his first form when he sends projectiles flying at you, but in his enraged state they move faster and rain down onto the arena randomly like a meteor shower. He also gets stunned after this just like in the first phase, allowing the player to get some easy damage in.

When the Elder Ent gets to low health in his enraged state, he slams the ground which affects the whole arena floor, which you must jump to avoid. Afterwards, he resumes his normal attacks, and you can finish him off.

  I think he’s a great first boss, and I am thinking of adding a boss like him in my game. He eases players into some simple boss mechanics, and is mostly static, making his head easy to hit, this is also helped by the two branches sticking out of his neck which act as platforms. The obvious cues for attacks and simplicity of the boss fight are also another reason as to why I think he’s a good inspiration for a first boss.

After defeating a boss, they drop items and sometimes large health recovery orbs. Again, this would be another way of powering up your character by getting items from defeating bosses and minibosses.

     NPCs:

The NPCs in this game are all found by progression through the game and freeing them from cages, after you do this, they will be present in the demon castle, which is where you start, to offer you, their services.

The witch is the first NPC you free, and she can use the dark quartz you collect to give your character permanent buffs; unlike other currencies, dark quartz is not lost on death.

The second, is the fox hunter, he will give you a random free skull at the beginning of every run and will give you another at the cost of 10 dark quartz. Though he’s very useful, the skulls are never above common rarity.

The third is the ogre peddler, and he gives you a random free item at the beginning of the run and another at the cost of 10 dark quartz. He works very similarly to the fox hunter, but he gives you items instead of skulls.

The fourth is the druid, who causes a fountain to spawn in the demon castle for you to use, allowing you to have a random temporary buff, not unlike the statues you find throughout the levels, but they’re longer lasting.

The fifth and final NPC, who is non-essential to the game’s progression, is the Death Knight. You can spend a LOT of dark quartz to start to rebuild the demon castle and restore it to its former glory.

I’m thinking of having NPCs like this in the game to make the early levels easier and to provide some support in the late game with the upgrades from an NPC like the Witch. Also, having something to do on the side like restoring the demon castle with the Death Knight, seems like a fun long-term goal to have in the game.

 User interface:

The user interface in Skul: The Hero Slayer is simple; it doesn’t clog up the screen with unnecessary UI elements and tells you mostly everything that you need to know.

Here is a screenshot of a part of the UI. It shows what abilities your current skull has, tells you which skull you have equipped with the larger portrait, and what your secondary skull is along with their abilities with the smaller icons. It also shows you the keybinds to use your abilities and to switch between skulls.

In purple is your health bar, self-explanatory, it shows you how much maximum health you have and how much of your max health you have left.

Just to the right of your health bar, are your buffs and debuffs, easily the messiest part of the UI. While it shows which buffs and debuffs you have, it doesn’t show them separately, and I’ve found no way to check the effects of them to tell what my character has been affected by.

This shows how much of each of the currencies you currently have in your possession. The order goes, bones, gold, and dark quartz. 

This is the minimap, it shows the level in a minimalistic way to help you navigate it. Enemies are shown in red, with larger enemies are shown with big red rectangles whilst the smaller ones are shown with small red rectangles. The player is shown in yellow, and the exits are shown in green. The idea of a minimap in a game like this is good, where exploration isn’t necessary to progress, and you just need to fight your way through the enemies to get to the next boss. The levels are simple enough, but it’s a nice bit of extra help.

Just above the minimap shows the enemy count on the level, telling you how many enemies are currently alive. Though this number can change if more enemies spawn in, it’s a nice and easy way to check how many are left.

This just shows the boss’s name and the health it has left, meaning you know when the first phase is about to be over or if the boss is about to be finished.

 The red border on the screen shows when you take damage, and the red floating numbers near the character shows how much damage the player has taken. This is a great way to show that you have taken damage and how much of your health has been removed.

The floating yellow number shows how much damage you have dealt, while not necessary, it can add a level of satisfaction from landing a powerful attack, or if one of your attacks crit.

The faint text above the character saying “Gains an HP barrier” is a notification showing that you have received a buff from destroying one of the many statues in the world. It says exactly what it does, letting you know that you have received this buff and then you’re not left wondering what you broke and why you did.

The UI in Skul: The Hero Slayer is simple but effective. I want to aim for this sort of design in my own game, to make a minimal, easy-to-understand, and effective UI.

Environments:

Throughout the game, there are certain things in the environment that either hurt you or your enemies, tell you which reward is behind what door, or are just breakable for fun.

A couple examples of things made to hurt you can be found in the first zone.

 This is a strange tentacle of some sort that hurts you if you get too close to it, though you can also bait enemies into it and use it to kill them.

Below is a flower on a wall that shoots fire, which also hurts enemies, but isn’t as nearly effective as killing them yourself.

These are spikes that hurt you if you touch them, depending on where they’re placed (floor or wall) you can hit enemies into them to make them take massive damage.

The explosives shown above are scattered throughout the environment but if you hit them, they only do damage to enemies and launches you back, though if there are spikes above you then you will end up taking damage.

Certain things in the environment can also be destroyed without them being necessary for any sort of progression, such as the tents in the background which were previously intact.

As you can see here, there are two gates, both lead into the same level, but they change what type of reward you will receive at the end. If you go through the gate decorated with treasure, you’ll receive money at they end of the level, if you go through the normal gate, you’ll receive a random reward, and if you find a gate decorated with skulls, that one will reward you with a random skull of any rarity. Sometimes, one of the two gates are destroyed, giving you only one gate to choose from.

[baddyzarc]

1/6 Ruins: Legend of the Ancient Hero

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So awhile back I wrote a small, incomplete piece over Vector and his guardian, Minotarous, and how it connects to his legend and mythyrian number. Since then, I've been wanting to do it for all of the Emperors since there's enough details and Easter eggs to do that and nows a good time. I'm gonna be taking text mainly from the original subs since the dub did things to them that I do not agree with.

Since its gonna cover 6 different ruins, I decided to split this up into multiple parts.

So let’s begin with the ruins of everyone's favorite blind, book-loving, memelord supreme barian, Dubhe

Being the first to kick off the arc, Durbe’s ruin is probably the easiest of the ruins to understand. 

Aside from the theme of trusting in others, one of the other major themes of his ruins revolves around the self-sacrifice motif.

This is clearly seen at the very start of the arc. It started with the scene where Yuma jumped in front of a bear in order to protect Durbe, who is a stranger and a very likely candidate of the Barian Emperor that crashed into their ship. Yuma was willing to sacrifice himself to (or fistfight) a bear to protect a complete stranger.

The next example is a little more obscure, but I say it happens when Durbe pushed Ryouga out from under the falling rocks and trapped himself with the fish boy. This one is a bit tough to grasp what Durbe “sacrificed” by doing this, but I argue that Ryouga was immediately held distrust towards Durbe from the beginning. Durbe has no reason to save him, and it would’ve benefited him greatly if Ryouga is out of the picture. Instead, Durbe saves him, and in the process he sacrifices his safety for a person who really hates Barians.

This whole concept continues throughout the Durbe's ruins. “Numbers 44: White Winged Horse - Sky Pegasus“ has the ability to destroy a monster unless the owner pays 500 lifepoints, and due to additional effects, Yuma has to pay 1000 lifepoints (which is a quarter of his life) each time this happens. Yuma chooses to sacrifice his lifepoints to keep Durbe and Ryouga as well as his “Numbers 39: King of Wishes, Hope” alive. In the Legend, Mach sacrifices himself for Durbe, and Durbe sacrifices himself for Mach in the past. There’s also something to be said when Yuma places his trust in the Barian Emperor, Durbe, after recounting his disaster with my boy Vector too. Even near the end of the episode, Ryouga is willing to die in order for Yuma to win the duel. The whole mini-arc is lathered in this theme.

What I found interesting about the "self-sacrificing" theme is what Mach says at the beginning of the duel. He says that in order for Yuma to win (and in turn save Ryouga and Durbe), he has to surrender the duel, or "victory can only be achieved through surrender." In essence, Yuma has to sacrifice, or surrender, the Mythyrian Number if he wants to save everyone. This is usual villain banter, but in the context of this episode, it is almost knee-jerking and tragic.

Recall back to Durbe’s legend. The Legend of the Ancient Hero (recounted through the scriptures on the ruins, Durbe, and Mach) tells the story of a group of four brave knights with one of them being Durbe and his Pegasus, Mach. Together they protected a distant land. Durbe returned to his homeland for some time (presumably to aid Nasch in his quest). Corrupted with the aspiration for power, the remaining knights overthrew the king and took over the country. When Durbe returned, he tried to appeal to them by saying “their hearts [are] filled with justice.” Unfortunately, he failed to open their hearts, and the three knights attacked Durbe.

Despite the assault, Durbe refused to harm or kill the attackers because he saw them as his cherished companions. Instead of fighting back, he surrendered, and he was stricken down by their relentless attacks. 

Mach intervened in these attacks in order to protect his master, and he became fatally injured as a result. Durbe refused to retreat or abandon his dying steed, so he stayed by Mach’s side so they could perish together. 

The final line of the legend said that the knights saw how noble the two of them were in their self-sacrifice to each other. They committed their lives to prove the bond between friends, the knights included. To honor Durbe, the knights ceased their rebellion, and they laid Mach and Durbe to rest as heroes. 

In the case of the legend, even with their tragic demise, victory was achieved through surrender. 

Yuma does a similar thing. In order to win, he has to play Mach’s game. He has to accept sacrificing himself over and over again. Only by taking those hits, by surrendering his life, is he able to win the duel and save his friends.  

Okay, so enough about the theme of the ruins, let’s talk about physical ruins. 

Noteworthy imagery used in the ruins is the use of colors. 

When the characters got separated, they ended up in two chambers. One is lit by blue flames and the other by red flames. 

And the thing about Zexal is that blue and red have strong associations to Astral World and Barian World respectively. Not all of the time, but the usage of these colored hallways and flames disappear shortly afterwards. So if the writers didn’t want you to notice the difference, they would’ve omitted it entirely. These colors are included for some reason.

Now you're probably wondering why I bring this up. Ryouga, Durbe, and Rio are Barians, Astral is, well, an Astral, this separation doesn’t make sense. But consider where the characters wind up. The “blue light” leads to the legend of the hero while the “red light” leads to the Number.

With the "red light" path, their intention is to free “Number 44: White Winged Horse - Sky Pegasus”. 

Okay, slight deviation since this is important, but the Mythyrian Numbers are a special set of Numbers that Astral used to seal Don Thousand’s powers away. With Numbers, they do not belong to the Astral as a whole. If that’s the case, the existence of “Number 100: Numeron Dragon” implies that Astral created God, which is a little problematic (or a plot hole, take your pick). This is also why the Barians have their own set of Numbers. Astral is called the Original Number, so I take this as he is conglomerate of a bunch of strong Numbers, and Astral’s whole identity and powers is tied to the Numbers. This is why his memory shatters in the form of Numbers, or how other beings can absorb Astral’s Numbers. The Astrals simply used the powers of the Numbers to create Astral and lock Don Thousand away. I’ll explain this more later when we get to Mizael’s ruins and the whole smitck with the Numeron Dragon because it gets complicated.

BUT if anyone took the Mythyrian Number, whether it was carried out by Astral World, or Barian World, or an Earthling, Don Thousand’s strength will be restored. No matter what, Don Thousand's strengthening is inevitable as long as the characters choose to act on the red path.

For during the path of the “blue light”, or the one that Durbe and Ryouga took, the show hints that the evil Barians maybe aren’t evil. They have another secret to them that we don’t know of. In fact, the legend concludes by mentioning that the heroic Durbe and Mach ascended into Heaven, or into Astral World. This did not happen, of course, since we know of Durbe’s true fate. With Ryouga, his presence with Durbe allows for a crucial scene to play out later in the episodes.  This also steadily connects him to his Barian heritage.

I can’t say much for Rio, but I feel as though the writers were incredibly inept about handling her Barianhood in comparison to Ryouga. They had no idea what to do with her (aside from being a handy-dandy translator and expositioner) and her character suffers for it, but ill get to her later. 

Like, I may have an slight explanation for why Rio stays with the “red light” group. It’s kinda weak, but here we go.

Out of all of the legends, only Nasch and Durbe were not seen to be touched by Don Thousand's direct actions:

All of the other Emperors had a scene where an Over-Hundred goes into their heart or are possessed by Don Thousand. It is highly implied that Durbe also had the Over-Hundred Number monster enter his heart, but this was not shown since the scene cut away before we find out. Far as I know, Durbe was influenced to become a Barian when Donny made the knights turn on him, and the betrayal of his friends was so heart-breaking that Durbe descended into Barian World. Nasch was… well, ill get to him later too, but Durbe and Nasch could be the only ones who aren’t embedded with the curse. At least, on-screen. 

Whether it happened or not is up for your interpretation, but them staying on the “blue light”, in the path of true heroes, makes sense in this concept. 

Weak, yeah, but if there’s anyone that can explain why Rio is on the “blue light” side, let me know, aside from plot convenience. It’s obvious that the writers wanted Ryouga and Durbe to be together in the death rooms for plot reasons though. 

Moving on, more plays on colors could be seen with the drawings in the Ruins.

This handsome, colorful fellow is meant to be Durbe. This depiction of him is much different than the one that is shown in (hopefully accurate) flashback. 

It isn’t known who is responsible for scriptures and drawing in all of the ruins. 

But the person who did this has the right idea of dressing Durbe in this multicolored garb. The story is called the “Legend of the Ancient Hero” and heroes are often associated with the three primary colors: blue is seen his shirt, pants, and helmet; red is seen in his cape; and yellow is seen in his undergarment. Meanwhile, white is a color often associated with purity, peace, and sincerity. All of these colors represent Durbe his legend—as a pure hero. 

Being as he is the first Ruins we visit, using all this imagery to scream to the audience that “the barians are actually fallen heroes! theyre not evil!” is quite a nice, fun touch. 

As well, out of the Seven Emperors, Durbe is the one who tends to be the most pure and heroic. From his deck being based on “holy” objects and his... questionable leadership, Durbe isn’t like Vector. He isn’t cruel or evil; everything he does is “for sake of Barian World” and that’s about it. 

He knows that if Barian World does not attack Astral World, they will die (and vice-versa with Astral World). His motivations are solely to protect his home and his people. Also, I like Durbe I really do, but he is pathetic as a villain. Literally the worst plans and a bad leader who does not know how to use any of his pieces, but I appreciate his noble goals. He’s funny, Durbe is really funny. He just doesn’t have the heart to be the bad guy; but as a character who acts heroic (his duel with Merag for example), he does it pretty well. 

And to rub my grubby little barian-eatin hands all over Durbe’s heroness, I want to talk about his ace monsters—his Mythyrian, his Over-Hundred, and his Chaos Over-Hundred. 

Durbe’s Mythyrian Number also serves as his beloved Guardian of the ruins, Mach. This holds true for most of the Emperors due to the Guardians connection to their Emperors during their past life. 

Now, Durbe isn’t shown with the card like some of the other Emperors, but we likely can infer that he was in posession of the Mythyrian Number, thus being a target of Don Thousand. 

The role of the Mythyrian Number for the Emperors isn’t crystal clear, but what is known is that their being used to seal Don Thousand away. During the original fight between Don Thousand and Astral, Astral won the battle but lost fifty of his Numbers. Among these were the Mythyrian Numbers, which had the power to suppress Don Thousand. I don’t know if it was random chance that the Numbers glided towards the Emperors or it was divine intervention, but what I do know is that anyone who got the Mythyrian original had a good, strong heart and were destined for Astral World. 

My personal theory is that the Barians and Astrals are like Newton’s Third Law, “every action has an equal and opposite reaction”. They complement each other and balance each other out. 

In order to seal Don Thousand’s Chaos away, the Astrals had to counteract with equal forces of Cosmos. In their true life, the Emperors provided the necessary Cosmos to suppress Don Thousand. The Emperors were supposed to be Astrals anyways; the Astrals just harnessing their powers while they were humans to fight Don Thousand.

Since the Mythyrian Numbers are drenched with the power of Cosmos due to their relationship with the human Emperors, they are the antitheisis to the Over-Hundred Numbers whose powers come from Chaos.

Mythyrian Numbers being based more on Astral World could also be seen in how the Pegasus on the coat of arms is often associated with Heaven, or a messenger from God. And as Mach recounted the ending of Durbe’s legend, he does that color thing. That iconic blue, Astral-like glow.

With his Over-Hundred Numbers, I think the most interesting thing about it is that the full Japanese name is “Numbers 102: Holy Lightning - Glorious Halo”. These Number monsters represent the Barian Emperors in some way (despite some of them being weird like the giant handy one). The most direct statement to this is when Vector uses the Over-Hundreds to mock Nasch by summoning Durbe and Merag’s monsters (as in “I ate your sister and best friend and these are mine now”), and the entirety of Nasch’s tragic display during his final duel with Yuma. 

So even in death, even as a Barian, even as one of the villains, Durbe is still sainted as holy and adorned with a halo. None of the other Over-Hundred are dressed in such a positive light (if at all). 

When he turns “Glorious Halo” into a Chaos monster, technically putting extra barian sauce on a plate of fried barian, the name changes into “Number C102: Unholy Lightning - Noble Daemon”. Durbe still has the “Noble Demon” attached to him, even with extra evil on him. 

Durbe’s nobility as a Barian makes since if you see that he isn't deeply infused with Don Thousand's curse in comparison to someone like Vector. Or his strong affiliation to keep Barian World safe from harm.  

Plus, as a little extra snippet that I noticed in the episode, I wanna focus on this scene in the ruins.

This scene is great. It doesn't have much to do with Durbe, but it's an amazing foreshadow. I think by this point, the audience suspects that Ryouga is a Barian. He acts weird sometimes, his past is unknown, he can summon Chaos monsters, the Emperors are missing two and the Kamishiros slide in like a puzzle piece. BUT, I think the most damning evidence is this specific piece. 

Before entering the ruins, Durbe broke his Baria crystal. He is unable to use his Barian powers nor does he have the ability to fix it. But the moment he saves Ryouga from falling to his death, Ryouga begins to glow that iconic red Barian color. 

Not Durbe, but Ryouga. Ryouga’s energy flows into Durbe, which restores his crystal to full power and allows him to reveal his true form. Since Ryouga is the King of the Barians, Nasch, it makes complete sense that his body has remnants of his Barian life. (why this didnt activate before, idk, maybe shark wasnt in the mood) 

Watching Ryouga heal a fellow Barian is conclusive evidence that Ryouga, as well as Rio probably, must be Barians, or at least connected to the Barians. 

Even parts of the duel includes Nasch’s legend in it.

“Labyrinth of Decisions”, “Unfair Treaty”, and “Shield of Conspiracy” are cards used by Mach that fit into Durbe’s story. The labyrinth could be attributed to him leaving the country to aid Nasch in tracking Vector into the Labyrinth of Screams, and the unfair treaty/ or conspiracy is attributed to his own story, where the three knights betrayed the king. 

In the end, the first of these ruins reveals two major plot points about the Emperors with one being much more obvious than the other. First is that there are more to the Emperors than being “plain evil” for the sake of it. Second, the events seen in the ruins hints that this shark-shaped shadow is Ryouga, and he is likely to be the final and missing Barian Emperor(s).

Of course this isn’t everything. I don’t know why his ruins are in South America (Ecuador, i think, go here if you want to know more about geography) when they say his homeland is somewhere else. 

The Pegasus came from Greek mythology which spawns an interesting connection to the legend of Nasch and Vector. Pegasus was borne from the death of a gorgon (Medusa) and reared by Poseidon (who is attributed to being the god of the seas in most pop culture iterations). Gorgons and oceans is basically the story of Vector and Nasch, and as you know, Durbe and Mach participated in that legend too. 

I’m just so fascination by Emperors and their everything, their monsters, their past lives, their ruins, their planet, their composition. Theyre entertaining to explore bc it feels like the writers put something in them for the audience to discover. They're simply fun, and I'll see you in the next ruins

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Inevitable : AU Part 2

BrothersFriend!Shawn x Reader

Words: 3,531

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Smoking,

Description: When Jason left, he made Shawn (his best friend) promise to keep a watchful eye on Y/N. He swears that we will. Along with the help of Brian and Kyle, he keeps his promise. As Y/n gets older the dynamic of their relationship begins to change. Will they figure out what they mean to each other or will Shawn always see her as his best friend’s little sister?

A/N: Part 1 is in my masterlist in my Bio! Let me know if you want to be on the tag list! :) 

I prop the picture of me and Jason up on my nightstand. Laying back on my bed, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of my newfound freedom. My quiet moment was quickly ruined by two large men, body slamming me on my bed. I immediately started to push them away groaning as they stand from the bed, each of them examining a different area of my new room.

“Its cute. You like it?” Brian asks as he picks up the picture of Jason and I, smiling at it.

“I do. I really do. Thank you, guys, again,” I say quietly, knowing sentimental wasn’t quite their forte.

“How else would we keep an eye on you during your first year of college,” Kyle changes the subject, while he takes note of the girls standing beside me in one of my photos.

“I mean, if you’re gonna party… you should do it with us,” Brian confesses sitting down next to me. 

“Speaking of party, lets have one tonight to celebrate you moving in,” Kyle interrupts, taking the photo of me and my friends from its spot on the wall. He holds it up in front of my face, pointing to my friend Gabriella. “And can you please invite her?” He asks with a huge cheesy smile on his face. I quickly scoff and roll my eyes, snatching the photo from his hand and putting back into its place.

“She wouldn’t give you the time of day, Kyle,” I snorted, booping his nose as I did. He rolls his eyes overdramatically in response.

“For real though, party tonight?” He asks laying back in my bed.

“You down, y/n?” Brian asks, as smashes one of my pillows down onto Kyle’s face.

“Of course, I am. Let’s do it,” I smile at the mischievous boys, excited to become part of the mischief with them finally.

They immediately started texting their friends, the ones that were always down for a party. I invited some of my own friends, knowing Kyle would be grateful. I didn’t know how to dress for a house party, at my own house. I decided to dress super casual with skinny jeans, converse, and a white V-neck. I threw a buffalo printed plaid around my waist, so I didn’t look so bland. I decided to wear my hair natural, I didn’t want it to look like I was trying too hard because I wasn’t. I did light makeup with the same intentions. When I walked out to see what the boys were wearing, I rolled my eyes to see that they hadn’t even changed their clothes. I walked into the kitchen to find a huge keg sitting in the corner, my eyes widening because I didn’t think we would be going that big.

“A keg, really,” I chuckle asking out loud.

“Uhm, we always get a keg. We make people pay 10 dollars to drink from it,” Brian says using the keg to fill up his red Solo cup. I nod at him, glancing at the clock. 8:23 pm. I had so many questions I wanted to ask. This was my first real college party; I had no clue what to expect. I guess Brian could sense my nervousness because he handed me a cup of the bubbly yellow liquid, smirking as he did. I smiled back at him slowly taking a sip from the cup and gagging audibly. Brian immediately starts laughing at my reaction.

“You’ll get used to it,” He says patting my shoulder as he walks away as he hears a knock at the door. He goes to answer it and Shawn walks in raising his brows at me when he sees the red cup in my hand. I immediately winked and raised the glass up to him. He shook his head in disapproval, but with a smile on his face showing that he clearly wasn’t that upset about. He walked over to the couch and sat by Kyle. Pretty soon the entire house was full of people. Four of my friends had shown up, and they were just as nervous as I was. I followed Brian’s lead and handed them a cup of beer, it helped. We all talked quietly as we observed the people that came to the party. There was a group of people in the kitchen playing beer pong, they were loud and over dramatic. There were stoners in the corner of the living room passing a joint around, I guess the boys didn’t care because Kyle was currently taking a hit. I silently chuckled as my eyes panned and met with a pair of familiar whiskey colored ones. My heart started to speed up looking at the curly headed boy across the room. I bit my lip trying not to smile to hard, then his eyes were pulled from mine as he looked down at the annoying blonde wrapped around his waist. I visibly rolled my eyes and I didn’t care if he saw it or not. Jessica, or Jessie is what she had people call her. She was the human form of a soul sucking demon, also identified as Shawn’s girlfriend. I watched as she hung all over him and demanded attention from him, my stomach turning as she did. I couldn’t figure out why he liked her, she wasn’t the type of girl I imagined Shawn falling in love with. Although, I don’t think he loves her, I think he’s bored.  

“Y/n, stop staring,” Gabriella jabs me in the side, pulling me out of my rage induced trance. I take a deep breath grabbing her hand, and we quickly walk over to the keg filling our cups with more beer. Brian was right, I did get used to it.

“Gab, I just don’t get what he see’s in her. She’s needy and clingy, not to mention she’s a straight up Bitch…” I start to rant, noticing Gabriella’s eyes widen as she slowly starts to shake her head, signaling this was not the moment to be talking about this. I quickly turn around gasping when I realize Shawn was right behind me. He slowly takes his hand and brushes it over the redness on my cheeks.

“Getting a little drunk, hmm?” He asks sarcastically. His hand still on my face, making it hard for me to breath. I suddenly swat it away from me.

“Not drunk. Perfectly sober,” I say confidently, a loud hiccup following. Shawn just laughs at my attempt to be normal. He rubs the top of my head walking passed me and to the beer pong table were Brian was waiting for him to take place as his partner for the new round. I quickly turned back around to Gabriella.

“How much did he hear?!” I wailed, causing her to laugh.

“I don’t think he heard anything besides the end, and you could have been talking about anyone,” She says reaching up to fix the hair that Shawn messed up, calming my nerves instantly. I breathe a sigh of relief instantly searching around to see where everyone was around the crowded house. My other two friends were being entertained by a few of Kyle’s friends from the soccer team. Shawn and Brian were currently off to an impressive lead at the beer pong table, the smile on Shawn’s face was intoxicating. I had to smile back as I watched them play. Of course, I noticed how annoyed Jessica looked. She was picking at her nails completely unattached from everyone in the room. She was probably pissed because Shawn wasn’t giving her all of his attention. I sighed deeply trying not to be phased by the annoying girl, but it was inevitable. Next thing I know I’m being pulled to the beer pong table by Kyle.  

“You gotta play Pong to make it official. Me and you against Shawn and Bri,” He says as he lines the cups up in the perfect sequence, making sure each cup was touching. I looked up from my side of the table to see a cocky Shawn and Brian staring back at me.

“You’re not gonna take it easy on me, are you?” I ask crossing my arms, as the boys refill their cups.

Shawn walks over to me wrapping his arms around my shoulders and hugging me tight planting a kiss on my forehead.

“Do we ever?” He giggles smushing my cheeks in between his hands. I push him away giggling like a child, and I can’t help but notice how Shawn’s affection towards me has pissed off Princess Jessica. Kyle quickly explains the house rules of the game, and says I have to know them because this is my house now too. I nod and pretend to take it as serious as he is. 

We start playing and from the start Shawn and Brian are kicking our asses. I started to give up, until my beers and the shots of Fireball Gabriella had brought me started to kick in. My vision started to get fuzzier but for whatever reason, I started dominating the table. Effortlessly throwing the ball, hitting whatever cup I had my eye on. Kyle lifting me up by my waist, screaming and hollering the whole time. Everyone at the party started to watch the game, keeping a close eye on me. Its finally down to the last cup, Shawn and Brian have two left on our side. It was funny because your opponent isn’t usually as supportive as Shawn and Brian were being to me. The room got quiet, except for the loud music playing in the other room. I lined up my shot and sunk it in the first time. Shawn instantly rushing over to me and lifting me high into the air. Everyone in the room started to cheer me on and I instantly felt like I was where I was supposed to be. I looked around at all of the smiling faces reaching out for high fives. Among them, I couldn’t help but notice the pure hatred plastered on Jessica’s face. I had to laugh at how pitiful she chose to be, there was no way she was meant to be with Shawn. The second face that stood out to me, was a familiar blue-eyed boy from about a week ago. Sam was here, and he looked damn good. He was standing pretty far back in the crowd and his eyes were fixed on me. The Fireball coursing through my veins wanted to do two things. I wanted to hold on tight to the boy that was next to me. The boy that I knew so well. I also wanted to run over and tell Sam how attractive I thought he was. Before I knew it, I was being pulled through the crowded house by Gabriella. She opens the door to the patio, on the back porch, closing the door behind her.

“y/n, what the fuck was that about?” She worried, putting a hand on my shoulder. I inhaled deeply. The fresh air, unclouding my drunken brain. At the same time, it allowed me to realize how drunk I actually was. Everything was spinning.

“What do you mean? What was what about?” I stammer, as I lean over onto the balcony.

“Seriously? After you had won, Shawn picked you up and you were fine then when he set you down you just stared at him, and some other guy. For a really long time.” She starts to giggle, mostly because she’s never seen me this drunk.

I shake my head softly, starting to feel extremely sick. That’s when I feel it, the burning in my stomach. The familiar flipping and twisting, and I knew exactly what was about to happen. I took a deep breath and fumbled over to the corner of the yard. I barely made it before I was throwing up everything I had eaten that day, plus who knows how many Fireball shots and cups of beer. A hand on my back rubbing slowly, helping me breath normally. I turn to thank my friend, only to realize Shawn is the one helping me. A different pain in my stomach starting as soon as I look into his golden-brown eyes.

“You okay?” He whispers, knowing that everything is super sensitive right now.

“Mhmmm, fine and dandy.” I smile, trying to stand up, but needing to rely on him more than I wanted to. I hear him laugh quietly, he knows I’m far from fine or dandy. He starts to walk me back inside and to my room, I notice that a lot of the people had cleared out. There were still plenty of people, but the party had gotten a lot quieter. He walked me into my bedroom, untucking the covers as he sits me down on the bed. I couldn’t help but watch him as he did. I was still unsure of how he felt about doing all of this for me. So, me still having a bit of liquid courage, I asked him.

“Why are you helping me?” I mumble as I try to pull off my shoes. He shakes his head at my attempt and decides to take the task over for me.

“Because you’re drunk honey.” He says quietly, looking up and giving me a reassuring smile. His way of reassuring me because I think he’s annoyed.  

“No, no I mean why do you always help me? Not that I don’t like it but, I’m a big girl now and I don’t need you anymore, ya know?” I ramble trying to explain through drunken words that I want him to stop viewing me as a little sister.

“You don’t want me to help you anymore?” He asks curiously. He starts to poke through my drawers of clothes, finding my pajama drawer and pulling out a top and bottom.

“No, I like when you help me… but… I” Sober me is interfering with what I want to say. So, I just stutter like an idiot until he starts to speak over me.

“Its okay, I’m not going anywhere.” He says with a soft smile, kissing the spot between my eyes. He lingers a bit longer than he usually does. A cough from the doorway causes both of us to look. Jessica is standing there scowling at the two of us. Shawn audibly huffs and tells her he’ll be out in a second.

“Put these on,” He says patting the set of pajamas next to me, “Then Gabby is getting you water and Tylenol. Take that and get some sleep,” He says point at me, smiling at me as he exits my room.

 I stand up to take off my clothes, looking to my nightstand noticing something lighting up. Shawn had left his phone. I grab the phone and quickly head to find him. I scan over the faces in the kitchen, and in the living room. Brian notices me looking for someone, and I tell him I have Shawn’s phone. He tells me that he and Jessica just headed to the car. I rushed outside hoping to get to him before he left, as I’m getting ready to round the corner of the house, I hear my name being spoken. I pause trying to put a face to the voice. It was Jessica, she was pissed. What’s new.

“You’re always all over her,” She spits at him, I can hear the frustration in his sigh.

“I am not all over her, calm the fuck down,” He snapped at her. Just by his voice I could tell there was a lot going on in his head. I wanted to help.

“The fuck you aren’t! Everything is about her! ’I have to help her with this, I have to help her with that.’ I don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with her,” She shouted at him. At this point I didn’t even feel like I was eavesdropping because she was yelling loud enough for everyone to hear. I hear him sigh; he’s annoyed but there’s a hint of another emotion behind it.

“Jess, I’ve told you so many times that if you would get to know my friends then it wouldn’t be like this. We fight every time we hang out with any of my friends. You just don’t understand our relationship,” He calmly explains, bringing his voice down to a normal tone, obvious that people could hear them.

“Your friends are fucking crazy. You know I can’t relate to them,” She scoffs, I bite the inside of my mouth wondering what he would respond with. Knowing that if he agreed with her, my heart would break.

“I don’t know what to tell you then,” He says exhausted, this isn’t the first time this argument has happened.

“Its just her,” she snarled, “I don’t like the way she looks at you.”

“It’s NOT negotiable. Drop it,” He says quickly shutting her down. She starts to say something else but quickly stops. I hear the shuffling of material as he pats himself down. Shit, his phone. I immediately start to pretend like I just ran out of the house with it, overdramatically looking around for him like I didn’t just hear their entire conversation.

“Shawn! You forgot your phone in my room.” I yell walking it towards him. He walks up to me taking it and thanking me. His face beat red, and not from the alcohol. I tilt my head, mouthing ‘You ok?’ to him already knowing that he’s far from it. His eyes widen and quickly flick to Jessica before he shakes his head slightly rolling his eyes while he deeply exhales. I press my lips in a fine line nodding, telling him I understand. I give him a hug and tell him to drive safe before heading back inside.

I shake the thoughts of everything I hear deciding to over analyze later, I was fucking thirsty. I head to the kitchen, to get a glass of water. There were still people smoking in the living room and playing video games. There were people in the kitchen finishing off the keg. As I’m standing by the fridge, pressing the lever for the water dispenser I feel someone come up beside me. At first, I think its Gabriella, until she says nothing. I quickly turn my head seeing Sam towering over me, looking down with his bright blue eyes. I gasp, slightly jumping back making my water spill out of my cup. He smiles down at me, making me blush.

“You’re clumsy, it’s cute,” He rasps, he quickly walks across the room to grab a towel. He gets back to me and starts to wipe the water that spilled over my arms and floor away.

“Uhm, thanks?” I giggle, leaning back against the fridge in my attempt to look unfazed.

“So, I’m pretty upset you didn’t move in with me, we would have been great roommates,” His eyes traveling down my body, as the sides of his mouth turn up.

“These guys are like my brothers, so they thought it was a better idea,” I giggle, brushing my hair behind my ear.

“Mm, yeah I definitely wouldn’t be like a brother to you,” He winks, immediately sending shivers down my spine. He giggles at my reaction, as he reaches into his pocket pulling out his phone.

“Put your number in there so I don’t have to email you,” He hands it to me, taking the water out of my hand so I can type. I laugh as I type my name in followed by the number. I hand it back to him; he hands me the water back.

“Did you have fun tonight,” I ask.

“I did, but I spend most of the night wanting to talk to you.”

I bite my lip apologizing to the gorgeous boy, explaining that I drank too much too quickly.

“Yeah, I went to help you outside but, Shawn, I think was his name, told me not to worry about it.”

Sam and I talk for a few more minutes, he couldn’t help but notice how exhausted I was getting. I was also pretty distracted, and I could tell he was picking up on that too. I told him goodnight, and finally got to bed. Changing into the pajamas that Shawn had pulled out for me, it was hard not to think about things from a different perspective tonight. I knew that Jessica was probably overreacting but maybe she wasn’t- did she have a reason to be pissed off? Then she said she didn’t like the way I looked at him, and he didn’t disagree or argue. Was I looking at him differently now? Obviously, things had changed. I wasn’t a 13-year-old with braces and pig tails anymore. I sit up in bed chugging my water, had my feelings changed for him? I quickly shook my head putting the thoughts aside. I loved Shawn, of course I did, I always have. I closed my eyes, pulling my duvet tight around my body. Telling myself over and over again that nothing had changed, but deep down knowing that was a lie. I was starting to love him in a different way, and that was terrifying. 

Tag list: @peterbrokenparker @alinashawn

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All-Stars -Story Mode- CHAPTER 15 Pt. 6 -FINAL-

Artists who helped me in this chapter are:

@askgamermeandgamerbendy

@this-person-is-slowly-dying

and

@sampoststuff​

They are good and they deserved the credit for this, I originally waited for one of artists to draw me the last scene of this but something came up and I can’t disclose it here, so, please enjoy this last part of Chapter 15 and I will talk to you all later!

Part 5

-Back to the group of All-Stars-

They are walking in the streets of an old apartment buildings, Frank was speechless yet taking pictures of this as he had never seen anything like this before, he had seen Willamette, Los Vegas, Fortune City and then Willamette once again had been through each zombie outbreaks in U.S.A but nothing like this city; it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, maybe longer than Willamette.

“This is something out of a post-apocalyptic novel, plants growing everywhere in a ghost town and zombies walking around like they own the place.” he said as he took another picture of a wrecked car that was being devoured by moss.

Radec carefully looked around the area around them, clear yet fading signs of struggle and chaos that ensued. “Holy sh*t,” P!Dempsey muttered as he looked around the area as well, “It looked like it had gone through the second World War…” he muttered as he got out of the pistol and then scans the are further.

“Scanning the area is just fine,” Radec spoke that made Dempsey looked at him with a glare, “But we must be very cautious in a city like this. If you let me lead you all out of this city alive, I would let you all live.” as U!Richtofen and P!Takeo looked at him with annoyance.

“Odd, just moments ago, you were going to kill us and had two kids as your weapons for that Empire.” Dempsey taunted as he crosses his arms. “And not pretty much not a good leader when you gone after the kids when the assault happened.”

“I had them fend you all off when I had to go to retrieve them.” he said back, defensively. “Sacrifices are necessary”

“Quite a lot of sacrifices you did, for something you had believed in.” P!Takeo spoke up as he walked up to Mael Radec and looked at him in the eye and then continued “But what are the causes and consequences of those lives who they lost?”

Radec could only stare at the warrior before him before P!Takeo simply turned away from him in  irritated disgust and said “That is what I thought.” before walking away from him, leaving the Colonel alone with his thoughts.

Cuphead was walking beside Mugman when he noticed something in a block but barely got a glimpse of a yellow tail similar to a lion’s tail with orange stripes on it. “What’s that?” Cuphead muttered as he looked at the block and Mugman and Frisk looked at him.

“What do you see, Cups?” Mugman asked as he looked at the block as well with Frisk stopping and then looked at it. “I saw something down in that block.” Cuphead answered as he looked at the block continuously.

*? *You ask Cuphead what he saw?

“Only a tail of someone, I wonder whose it belongs to.” Cuphead said as he points at the block once again, before walking over but he was soon stopped by Mugman who said “We shouldn’t get too far from the group, Cuphead.”

“But I just want to check what it is.” he complained as he looked at his brother, Frisk walked over to the two brothers and have their attention.

“Yes Frisk?” Mugman said as he looked at them.

*You told them if they want to enter that block, you had to always be cautious when entering. *You said that you can never be too careful with muggers and/or criminals that might be crawling around on the streets.

“Frisk is right about that.” Mugman added as he looked at his brother, “They had gone with us with Boris on the scavenge before this started.” he concluded with his hand on his shoulder.

“This whole thing had started with us, something or someone had brought us here for something and it took members of RED, Primis, Ultimis and Chaos to a different world of some sorts.” Cuphead relayed what happened earlier, before looking at Frisk and asked “You have been on the streets before, Frisk?”

[Drawn by askgamermeandgamerbendy on Tumblr also known as InkedEspeon on DeviantArt]

Frisk nodded with a smile as they relayed their time alone after their parents had passed away suddenly, they had been traveling on their own to avoid going to the orphanage and to going to Mount Ebbitt where the Monster Race had been relocated after the war. They knew the cities like it was on the back of their hands.

They had only stick with a bag attached to it and they are still walking on two feet that are aching. “Pretty independent of you Frisk.” Mugman commented to Frisk’s life story, “Yeah, was it pretty hard, Frisk?” Cuphead asked, Frisk smiled.

*You said that it was but you know that their love is what keeps you going until you reached the mountain.

“Ah. Wonderful, can you show us the way of the block?” “Cups.” Mugman said as he looked at him again, Frisk nodded and suggested with their hands.

*You told Mugman that all three of you will be alright if they stayed together this time. It would be a quick check.

“Alright, fine.” Mugman said in defeat, Cuphead smiled and looked around for anyone older than them if they are watching them and then walked away from the group to investigate but they made an error that someone who had been following them was watching.

They walked down the block as they entered the new street somewhere in the city, that street was known as Crossing Corner, it is in the shape of a circle. A few shops will be on two sides of the circle, then you get a large tv-like screen on one building in the center of that specific circle and then the two-way of the circle, one way leading to the park while one leads to another neighborhood of apartment buildings. On the streets, a few trees were growing, ether through the concrete or planted with a hole that helps it grow out of it.

The street had four stores named each of their own, "Carly's Food Service" for the Food shop, "Warmth Cloths" for Clothing shop, "Hunter's Smith" for Weapons shop and "Crash Survivors Supplies" for Survival shop.

[Drawn by TikTak, known as This-Person-is-Slowly-Dying on Tumblr]

They looked around the area, at the stores and at the big tv in awe. “What’s that big thing?” Mugman asked as he points at it.

*It's a big TV used for people in the area whenever the usual time had come around. *It’s a human thing.

“I see, I guess it’s for news or other things?” Cuphead asked as he looked around the area and at the stores again. Frisk nodded as they gestured to Carly’s Food Service and then explain more of it.

“We can come back with everyone to get some food and supplies when it’s time to escape the city, it’s too much of my heart could handle.” Mugman suggested as he looked at the store with his brother, “I can agree with this plan and that Knight lady… I couldn’t trust her, she’s planning something with us but it more involves Bendy somehow…” Cuphead cautioned as he holds the boiler that he had been wearing after battling and captured the Colonel.

“Cuphead, Knight can be like she’s planning something, yes, but she had shown us where they had taken to.” Mugman reasoned with his brother’s bothering judgement on Knight’s actions, “Maybe some vodka could numb that sense of doubt.” before realizing what he had just said before placing his hand on his mug head and then concluded, “What is wrong with me?”

*It was the scarf, it often had traces of the holder’s soul trapped within *and even if they are haunted, they are still useful.

“True, it has made me more blaverer than ever. More than usual.” Cuphead nodded as he looked at Frisk after they had explained that part about the Human’s Haunted Belongings. Mugman looked at his brother and then at the scarf he is wearing to keep the cracks together until he is healed properly, “You’re right,” Mugman accepted as he held the scarf a little bit.

“I don't like how it is affecting me but you’re right.” he concluded as he looked at Frisk once more with the look of understanding. Frisk smiled as they looked around the area once more, then they all heard a siren going off that made all three of them looked up in surprise and looked around.

“What is that?” Mugman asked as he looked up at the sky with Cuphead.

>[It’s a siren]      [It’s none of your business]

>[It’s a siren]<

“A siren?” Mugman said as he looked back at Frisk, Cuphead then said “They had used those things during the Great War before it ended in 1918.”

*It was known as World War I in later future of 1930’s.

“World War I? What is that-?”

“WATCH OUT!!” Mugman yelled as he dragged Cuphead and Frisk out of the way of the incoming Panzer Soldat as it crashes onto the road and crumbled underneath of it while the impact made them tripped onto the ground and then stumbled back on their feet to see what it was.

“What is that?” Cuphead said as they once enter Battle Mode, souls appeared in front of them and the optains appearing again as music is playing.

*It is Frisk’s turn.

[FIGHT] >[ACT] [ITEMS] [PARTY] [MERCY]

“Here we go again…” Cuphead said as he and Mugman readied the finger guns and he choose FIGHT button but-

*It is not your turn.

“What the-?” Cuphead said as he pressed the button again and the same reaction;

*It is not your turn.

“What is wrong with the button?!” Cuphead finally said when he saw the text once again, Mugman gently grabbed his brother’s hand and said “I think it wants us to take turns each. Wait for Frisk to decide what to do.” before looking over his shoulder to Frisk.

They nodded and then looked at the PARTY button and pressed it, looking at the part of three: Cuphead, Mugman and themself.

[Choose a teammate(s)]

[Frisk]                   >[Mugman]

[Cuphead]

[Frisk]                   [Mugman]

>[Cuphead]

[Frisk]                   [Mugman]

>[Cuphead]<

[Frisk]                   >[Mugman]

[Cuphead]

[Frisk]                   >[Mugman]<

[Cuphead]

*It is now Cuphead and Mugman’s turn!

“Thanks Frisk!” Cuphead said as he readies the finger gun with his brother doing the same. Mugman took a deep breath and then lets out, ready to fight the Panzer Soldat.

Cuphead picks the FIGHT button and then they both steadlied themselves for the fight as Frisk stood behind them, just not wanted to fight an armored zombie with a claw and flame-thrower attached.

This is going to be the home of a showdown! Begin!

“Finally.” Cuphead muttered as he began to open fire magic bullets onto the Panzer Soldat, most of it bounced off of it and then actually hitting and damaging it with 28% on hits. It was Mugman’s turn and then shoots at the faceplate of the Panzer’s as it was struggling to move to attack them.

Frisk watched the Panzer’s struggle to be free of the unseen force and they knew it’s not yet it’s turn, much to their relief but worried that Mugman’s turn is being used up as he gives his power all he’s got in him to damage the Panzer and it was at 34%.

“Wow, you got better hits than me.” Cuphead commenting as he looked at the Panzer Soldat, looking slightly damaged as it raises it’s flamethrower. Frisk knew that it’s going to attack since it’s no longer Mugman’s turn, it’s Panzer’s now.

“Threat detected, preparing the flamethrower to attack” P!Richtofen’s voice from the hidden speaker inside the armor the Zombie is hearing, it groan as a small Orange flame is lit at the opening barrel.

Frisk had recognized this attack’s color right away as the box with white lines on each square had appeared and trapping them inside it but that causes both Cuphead and Mugman to fraughtly bangged on the sides of the box to get out and trying to find a way to escape but to no avail.

Then, it uses its flamethrower on the three kids as all three of them ran around in a panic but Frisk is running around in the orange flames with the two Brothers as the flamethrower begins to die down and come to a complete stop.

Frisk stops right away but the two brothers hasn't stopped running around and screaming as they believed they were on fire as their arms are flailing around like there’s no tomorrow until Frisk had hold their hands out and stopped them right then and there.

“Frisk! Why aren't ...!?” Cuphead yelled as he looked at them but then soon realized that they are not on fire as he finished with “On fire ...?”

He and Mugman looked at each other and saw that they are not on fire as well, they looked at Frisk and both of them said at the “How are we all not on fire?” as they looked at Frisk as they said it.

Frisk nodded as they explained what had fire didn’t kill them, they knew it because of its color.

*You had said that the fire are Orange. *Orange is a type of magical attack where in order to avoid getting hurt, you must move through and around in it until the Orange attacks are done. *Each Magic Attacks had each type of their own.

“That’s the reason why we didn’t been lit on fire?” Cuphead said as he looked at Mugman who was looking back at him. Frisk nodded as they looked at the text above them.

*It is now Frisk’s turn!

Frisk nodded as they looked at the options again, they simply  ACT  button and see the options in the ACT button.

>Check                  -Taunt it

-Talk to it.

-Check                  -Taunt it

>Talk to it.

[Talk to it]

*You talked to it about resisting what it was destined to do and try to be good. *But Panzer Soldat only groans in anger and feels nothing but hunger.

“Uggh….” was all the Panzer could muster as it began an attack with the flamethrower with the flame is now cyan blue as Frisk nodded as they quickly acknowledge what that meant.

The flames fired once more as Frisk stood still like a frozen statue as the fire goes right through them like they were nothing but ghosts phasing through a hardened steel wall. Frisk moved once more when the Panzer is done attacking them and it was Cuphead’s turn now to do something.

“Alright, what do we got here?” Cuphead said as he looked at his opations he had and choosing the act button, pressing it and presented with the same buttons that Frisk had seen it.

>Check                  -Taunt it

-Talk to it.

-Check                  >Taunt it

-Talk to it.

[Taunt it]

*Cuphead sticks out his tongue to taunt it before saying that it stinks as a decaying corpse in a fancy suit of armor. *... *That only seemed to make the situation worse than it already was as the Panzer Soldat had became very angry, VERY angry enough to see steam coming out of it’s armor.

“Oh boy….” Cuphead mutters in fear as he realized that the taunting against an armored zombie was indeed, a mistake. “Oh now you done it Cuphead!” Mugman yelled as they spotted the flamethrower who had a mix of Orange and Cyan Blue in the flames but this time it readies it’s claw for the next attack it had got. Cuphead was about to run for it but was trapped inside a box with his soul exposed to all attacks of the Panzer Soldat.

“Oh crap-!!” he shouted as Panzer Soldat attacks with fire throwing at him first, Cuphead had barely dodged the orange and cyan blue attacks unscalthed but he wasn’t watching it’s claw had raised up and ready to fire.

Mugman had was watching the Panzer when he had noticed that it had risen it’s claw upward to attack his brother.

“Cups-!”

“It’s okay, Mugmans! I’ll be alright-” but he didn’t have the time to finish his sentence when he felt a claw grabbed his head and then it was quickly crashed in it just as Mugman screamed “CUPHEAD!”

*It is now Mugman’s turn.

He can see his soul had cracked a little and was going to crack further if it’s not parried on time, Mugman looked at the options and noticed the MERCY option is Pink colored. He pressed the button and saw it in the button, it was the PARRY.

“Hold on, Cups! Hold on!” Mugman mustered a voice as he pressed the button to act out that option and then his blue-striped straw had turned into pink as it glows. As he is in the same box as his brother, he ran up to his cracking and breaking pink and red soul and then with a quick slap of his straw and it quickly healed up Cuphead’s soul and then watched Cuphead was quickly relieved right away with the pieces of his head are pulling themselves back together in five seconds flat.

Cuphead crossing his legs together as his straw is spinning around and around in the air before he tips his head with his straw forming an exclamation mark with a smile on his face. “Woo!” he said as he places his head back on his shoulders before saying “Thank you Mugman!” as he looked at him.

Frisk smiled as they looked at them but then was soon drawn back by the Panzer’s groan and it had gotten ready to attack once again as Mugman and Cuphead noticed it as they turned their heads to look at them.

They all stood ready for what Panzer is going to throw at them when Frisk heard a gun went off and saw a bullet soaring through the air and makes itself a mark on the Panzer's shoulder metal plate.

It roared as the trio turned around to see who they can't believe who it was. Erron Black.

[Drawn traditionally by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

He walked towards them before going through them and then stood in front of them in defense, he looked over to them and said, “Now I know where you three had gone into.”

“Thank you, Erron.” Mugman stuttered as he and Cuphead stood behind Frisk who is looking up to him as they and the two brothers took 4 steps back. Erron wasn’t looking at them as he had kept his eyes on the Panzer Soldat at all times, he then said, “I was scared about what will happen if I didn’t show up now but we’ll talk about it later now go.”

Cuphead looked at Erron with a scared look on his face, he stattered “B-but we can-”

“Go now!” he barked out, causing the three to retreat back to the way they came from, mostly with Mugman pulling his brother along the way as he’s shouting “Cups! Come on!” but Frisk mostly stops for a minute and then turned to look at Erron who turned to look at them in return.

The look in his eyes told them so, they really did told them so indeed and they had said “I’ll be fine, it will be alright, you’ll see.” and like he had never looked back, he turned back to look at the Panzer again.

Frisk looked at him further before turning and then running after the two brothers as Mugman yelled “Frisk, come on!”

Erron stood his ground as he double checked his revolver again as he muttered “This is the filth time I had encountered one of you.” as he looked at it once more, with wearly look in his eyes before adding “And by the way you were treating the kids like that, I don’t think Kotal Kahn would approve that one ether.” then spinning the cylinder as he took a standance as the Panzer roared as everything around them had turned back to normal to its original color.

Round 1

Fight!

Panzer raised it’s flamethrower once again, a tiny flame was lit once again and pointed at Erron.

The time has come to an end Yeah, this is what nature planned

[1 out of 4 are done by SamPostStuff on Tumblr]

It fired the flames at Erron but he acted quick and dodged the fire as he rolled to maneuver it, he then quickly fired bullets as he stood on his knee and several bullets had managed to hit it again but then the Panzer then charges at him with the claw opened and he was grabbed by it.

Being tracked by a starving beast Looking for its daily feast A predator on the verge of death Close to its last breath

Erron was then tossed by the Panzer into a door of one of the stores, crashing onto a glass door and causing it to shatter into pieces as he lands inside. He groans in pain as he rubs the back of his head as he sits upright before turning his head to look around before his eyes had settled onto a winchester rifle. An old western kind of a gun that is the winchester rifle and Erron had found it in a weapons shop in an zombie-infested city. He heard stumbling coming from outside and those stomps aren’t very friendly in his ears so without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the rifle and he didn’t care if he doesn’t know how to use it and he'll learn how to use it very quickly.

Getting close to its last breath

He loaded a bullet into the rifle and then acted very quickly as he aimed it at the Panzer Soldat, before taking a deep breath and then opened fire at it.

Rules of Nature!

It hits and cracked the glass of its faceplate as it screeched to a halt for a moment, giving him a chance to make a run for it, he ran and then slid under it and then continued running as he heard it’s siren went off.

Then his ears rang when he heard thrusters going off and heading right for him.

And they run when the sun comes up With their lives on the line (Alive!)

Erron turned his head to see the Panzer is coming after him with thrusters roaring with flames and the look in its eyes is nowhere as terrifying as it’s face was. He then decided that he leads to get out of the collision course of the Panzer Soldat that is on ramming speed.

He tucked out of the way and rolled across the road before stopping on his feet and seeing the Panzer going by him.

For a while (No choice!)

Panzer Soldat stops dead in its tracks with a screeching halt before turning to face Erron who put the new weapon away and then pulled out one of his revolvers again and them pointed at the armored zombie.

Gotta follow the laws of the wild

Panzer Soldat raised its mechalized claw and with a few snaps from it, it launched it at the Outworder who tried firing but only gotten clicks of it instead as he cursed under his breath.

What's done is done Survived to see another day The game of life The hunter and the agile prey No guarantee Which of them will succeed Strong or weak

*It looks like it’s the end for the Cowboy… *Or was it?

[2 out of 4 are done by SamPostStuff]

Ah!

Panzer had stood there when it was split in half, Erron had dodged the incoming claw just in time he sees a red hot glowing line going downward in the middle and then each half of it fell down with a metallic thud.

Rules of nature Rules of Nature!

[3 out of 4 are done by SamPostStuff on Tumblr]

Behind the Panzer was a man… a Cyborg man with platinum-white blonde hair and his whole but the rest of his face had been through a lot, a LOT of cyberonic surgery until it became his exoskeleton. He had a rag covering his right eye while the other is fine and little gray-light-blue colored. He is gripping tight on a sword that looked more advanced than a traditional samurai sword and what is strange to Erron the most is that the way he had electricity pulsing through him almost as if he is Raiden that he knew but now a cybonic god of thunder, so he place his hands on his hips as Raiden walked over to him.

The last time he saw him was in Outworld before everything else was a blur came in just in time to face him and freaking cuts the Panzer in half right down the middle, killing it. He then looked at Erron who looked back at him, he then said "I guess Special Forces had upgraded.”

[4 out of 4 are done by SamPostStuff on Tumblr]

“What do you think you could take that large hunk of junk head on?” the Cyborg finally responded as he kept the katana sword in his hand, refusing to let it slip out his hands.

“I had fought one of them before, just a zombie wearing a mechanized suit of armor.” Erron answered as he placed the revolver back in it’s hoister. Raiden let out a sight chuckle and then said “How did you know if that’s a zombie instead of a person like you?”

“I know it’s eyes are glowing and it had just tried to kill me until you-”

“Saved you from it?” Raiden interrupted as he turned to look at the Panzer as a pool of blood is beginning to form from the two halves of the corpse as he realized something unusual about this one. It’s not cyborg as many others he killed had produced electricity from the slashed bodies, this one is not and when he had scanned it to double check to make sure, he noticed something in it’s blood; small tiny crystals that are glowing in the sun’s light.

“This man was infected…?” Raiden said under his breath, as Erron had answered, “From the inside of the suit, I had a feeling it was somewhat leaking from the inside the suit.” as Raiden looked back at him. Unsure about this “man” inside a suit of armor is no longer human.

“Let me guess: a Zombie is involved?” Raiden asked finally after a long pause, “Yep,” Erron answered, “Apparently, there's been a zombie outbreak that had happened and…”

“I thought Metal Gear was behind this.” Raiden said unsure now, the words “Metal Gear” somewhat confused Erron Black as he raised an eyebrow. “This is now getting ridiculous…” Broken had said as two Hallows entered the chamber of their crystalline home, watching this change of events from the one-way mirror that allows her to spy on her prey. Looking very unamazed by them talking and not fighting right away like she wanted.

Two Alpha Hallows walked over to her side and then sat down with pulsing crystallized rocks, one of them had the neon-pink fur that had been in the wind for too long and it was too proofy as it is goofy looking.

The other Hallow had silky-smooth ocean-blue fur and hardly had a crack on it at all, it was somewhat more mature than the pink one.

True villain watching them

“So far, we had the fighting and now we are seeing this, just two men talking about Metal Gear winch it is a zombie in armor attached to rockets and stuff.” she sneered under her breath. “I need to fix this situation, how can I do that?”

She then looked at the Ocean-blue Alpha Hallow and then a spark of inspiration was lit in her head as the Hallow can see the gears in her head are turning and turning in a sinister way that he knows.

“Since I had the power to shape-shift and given the form of what I want to a Hallow…” she began as she placed her finger on her chin while she continued to look at it before turning back to the portal and laughed “I had a tender idea!~” with ill-omened malice and spine-chilling glee.

She then points a finger at it and said “Sea, I think you know what to do.~” as it looked back at her and then growled before jumping into the portal and falls out of the sky towards them. It screeched loud enough for them to hear it, they looked up and saw it as it lands on all fours while it hissed at them, just the size of it reminded Raiden of Bladewolf on one of his missions and looking at it is just unbelievable.

“One of them again?!” Erron mustered as he got his revolver out once again, Raiden took a stance with his sword and asked “Friend of yours?” while he kept his eyes trained on it.

“Before we fight, I must question your reality of the situation.” Sea spoke while his tail swayed as his fur glowed a medium that surprised them both, it can talk?

“Did it just talked?” Erron asked as he kept pointing the gun at it as Raiden answered, “Who knows? We’d heard it.”

“I must ask you again, do you understand the gravity and reality of the situation she had put you in?” Sea questioned them again that further confused them, the reality of the situation? What is it talking about?

“What is this about?” Raiden answered while Hallow’s fur glow is building up as it stood on that exact spot it had landed on before crawling over to the spit-up body of the Panzer Soldat. “The Broken was highly disappointed that there is no free-for-all fight didn’t jump start yet, a battle royale, a war of all against all.” Hallow answered with hesitation in it’s disembodied voice that echoed like it was in a cave.

“Mortal Kombat,” Erron said as he took another step closer while the Cyborg gave him a confused look on his face as he thought “Mortal Kombat? What the hell is that?”

“I guess that’s what Broken wants us to do, is another Mortal Kombat.” Erron continued with a glare at Sea.

“On the conterity, like Mortal Kombat, it is a completion but with a few slightly different rules but one rule stayed the same: Fight, fight until one soul is left standing and they will face the final challenge: Broken herself.” He said as he stood his ground like a wolf could do when threatened.

“And what does she won when one of us loses?” Raiden asked without hesitation, already beginning to realize the gravity of the situation he had put himself in. “ Cyberized Thunder God or just a cyborg trying to be him had a lot of balls to ask you that question.” Erron added as he looked at him with ease, he wasn’t sure what this Hallow is offering choices to them: Either fight each other or fight an even bigger threat instead.

“I am offering that it’s either kill or be killed as The Broken’s rule, for me and my kind is no choice, serve her or be dust until the new Hallows will be born from it. It is for our sakes.” he continued as his fur is glowing bit brighter along with his eyes while his tail swayed.

“There can be a choice to fight it,” Raiden objected with reason to talk about, “I understood that kill or be killed as options but you can make a choice of what you are doing is right or wrong.” before standing still on his word when he said, “Besides, even if she does won, you can act while a window stays open for a little while.”

It stayed silent for a moment, before shaking its head in refusal at the words the Cyborg had said and answered “It never matters to me or my kind, what only matters that we were offered no choice and we will continue to be loyal and suffer in silence. Do you understand my words? We had no other choice but to make you fight!” and then Sea began to have cracks all over him, cracks that had light appearing from them as Raiden stood his ground with his sword in hand while Erron got another revolver out of it’s hoister as he points the other at it.

With a screech, it had burst into pieces of what had once been Sea as a shining round glowing sphere, it’s SOUL, had floated still while the pieces are flying all around it before they go straight towards it and then formed around it, but it is forming a different body than the original one.

It had first formed legs, two human legs and arms but the formed hands, was more tentacle-like than human and the head…. It was something from a sci-fi horror movie or a novel of some sort, it had no eyes, no nose but a mouth with revealing sharp teeth and a tongue, had more tentacles on it’s head like it was hair or what it once was.

It had appeared to be wearing a fancy dark manga/purple suit from the 1940’s. “What… Is that thing…?” Erron whispered with disgust and horror as he had looked at it, the Cyborg could only whispered to him “I was hoping you would know.”

“Kneel before the Dark Lord!” Shadowman cried as he raised his hand towards them, they stood ready what about to come to them. The creature roared and then lunged out towards them as gunfire was the last thing you’ll hear from this.

[batbirdies]

Lol I also realized I switch between past and present tense in this all over the place. A terrible habit that I ignore when I’m trying to speed write, and fix later when I rewrite...so apologies.

[darkspellmaster]

Update and Edit and Master Post to the Fokker Conspiracy: A Guide to this whole mess.

Firstly a special thanks to several people that have helped me with this. I couldn’t have done this without more than my eyes.

Secondly: To those that are determined to believe these leaks, I’m going to say this right now. I am not going to judge you, I’m not here to be spiteful and say you’re wrong, I have no horse in this race. So if you want to believe in the leaks, then do so, I’m not going to harass or bug you about it or tell you you’re wrong.

Third: This post is designed to be informative as possible, and if anyone needs to correct something, please shoot it in the notes below so that I can go in and correct them. I want people to have enough info to make their own call on this, and all I’m doing is laying out the facts.

So without further ado, all details and information is below the cut here.

Adding in updates and edits as I go...Edit: 2.0.2

Edit: (I’m going to be polite as I got a note from tumblr in regard to BTI Studio, which makes me think that it’s the name and they are doing blanket purges as their name is being used by this. I am trying to find a way to contact the person that copyrighted me, a Mr. Rachel, who works as part of the IT Manger at BTI Studios. Which makes me think that this is more on the use of the name than the pictures themselves. 

Anyone know if he’s on Twitter? I got this on the 24th, it is now the 29th and I did not receive any further notices. As I’m not on linked in and don’t have access to email him directly.  This makes me think it’s the name as if it was all of NBC Universal all other forms of these images including VSI would be asked to be taken down. As was the Pidge and Lance image that was made to be a fake to show how easy it is to make one. This doesn’t mean that the leaks are real, only that the name, like all company names, should not be used without the consent of the copyright holder.) 

Edit: According to Anon, the Plance photo which was a fake used to show how anyone can make this sort of thing was also copyright struck. Meaning that regardless of just fan art, or not, real or fake, you could be hit by a notice to remove the work. This is what is considered a kind of blanket purge meant to just clean everything up, even if it’s not even a leak. As long as there’s some bit of what is considered Intellectual property connected to the peice (character, name of studio, logo, even something as simple as “Property of X” it can be copyright struck.) 

So let’s start with the Real Leaks that happened from both France and the US and Mir.

So let’s go with Kimiko’s leaks. For those that don’t know, these are real leaks from the Voice actress of Ezor, who was working in New York at the time for Broadway and was dubbing over lines that they either changed or didn’t get a strong enough take for her.

This photo was taken way back on April 18th 2017, since the date on the image dates the day of the photo taken.

So Several things you need to note about these picture.

1.       The photo has the timer on the top and the side showing the take, we have a transparent property of DreamWorks, and the full locked and updated note with date and time on the bottom to denote that voice recording was locked in and updated at that point in time. There are also codes that give editors information.

2.       The name of the studio is real, and they have their water mark in a way that doesn’t distract from the actors recording as well as it being transparent enough for them to do the recording as the water mark is put over as another layer on the screen for various legal reasons. Hyperbolic Audio is a dub studio in New York that works with several clients.

3.       This photo was taken down within a few hours of it being put up by DreamWorks and basically the studio put out an announcement that requested the leak be taken down, as did the actors and other people working for the company. Word got out really fast and this image was removed and did later show up in the show.

Then there was the leak from Stuido Mir. This one I don’t have pictures of since most were taken down or deleted.

1.       Confirmation of the photos were made by Mir itself.

2.       The original poster of the pictures took them down and then requested that others take down the leaked images.

3.       Someone tried to blackmail the studio holding the artwork, which lead to them being basically forced to take down the images.

4.       This all within a few hours and days of the leaks coming to light.

Now this one is important because this one plays a role in everything that we’re going to discuss below.

So from my understanding the French actor of Keith Lionel (hope I’m spelling that right) took a photo of himself and others in the recording studio during the earlier seasons.

(This was removed more recently by him because people found it.)

So several important things to note here.

1.       The photo again was taken by someone directly connected to the show and within hours of it coming out it came down. As dated by the discord server, this was done way back in 2017.

2.       As you can see the program is very unique and that’s because it is a one of a kind program that was built for the dubbing studio.

3.       As you can see here, the picture spreads over the screen and stops short of where the table is on the left.

4.       You can see the text on screen is far smaller and transparent so you can see the words.

4 a. According to Anon, this may be the work of DreamWorks themselves. As the water marks would have to be done by them directly. Again I have never seen this sort of water marking on anything before, and no other studio has done this, and they have never done this to any of their other shows as far as I’ve seen. We’ll have to wait and see if they do this with She-ra as it’s another 2D show vs. 3D which is harder to do a lot of edits for. 

5.       The setup shows the words below, etc.

6.       The words do not go over into the dark area of the screen and never cross over the table on the right side of the screen.

7.       The photo was taken down within a few hours of it being put up and the studios were fast to take it down and tell the actors to tell their fans to make sure it’s not distribute the image. Same as with Kimiko’s leak.

With all this in mind. Let’s take a look at the latest leaks and try to clear this all up.

Recent leak with the French Dub team.

So let’s go over this piece by piece.

1.       The fact is that this is a real photo of the cast of Voltron from France, that is not the issue. The issue is the screen behind them.

2.       The bottom screen where the words are…

Okay so I did some digging on this studio. You can find information regarding them in the links below.

So Chinkel S.A. has a very unique program for dubbing created by Cappella systems. This was built just for them and there is no other studio that owns this sort of set up. This is really important to note because all of the leaks have had an altered version of their watermarks.

The important things here…

1.       The words would not stretch across the whole screen like this. As the cut of the projected image would be set directly before the text boxes as you see in the studio image.

2.       The words are too big, and are not opaque, and are too few. As the original real leak shows the “Do not copy” has 8 lines, the fake one here only has 5.

3.       Yellow words are wrong and should be a way lighter color. As the color is yellow in the fake leaks and the real ones are transparent and name Chinkel S.A. not VSI which is wrong.

4.       The image that is being used is that of a cropped shot of the previous leak as they cut off the other mouse, which you would not do as we see in the original real leak shows that the image stretches across the screen.

4a. Edit: Thank you anon for pointing out the mouse. My mistake here as the image I saw on my home computer makes the image look far more blurred then on the bigger one at work. You are right that it does have the mouse there, and the non studio shot that I have with the BTIStudio logo on it doesn’t have Pidges shoulder in it. I mixed those two up.  I do personally though find it odd that the mouse is in the same position as the first shot. 

5.       The bottom line of the text doesn’t bend properly.

As shown by @huntypastellance post, the bending of the light of the projector is way off on the bottom of the shot.

Normally a projector would be bending and curving around the actors’ body and in this case they are not fully being wrapped around. Which is, as @aquaburst07 and @ladynoctern told me, as both are graphic designers, not at all how this is supposed to work in a legit picture.

Also something of importance that I must call to mind. The words on the bottom of the screen. They are not on the bodies of the actors. If this is a real projection then the light and worlds should be bending and shaping around the actors and this is not behaving in the way that it should. Also the word would not be cut off like that, even if you pause the scene, and you would never pause in a scene like this to take a photo.

Ask any VA, they would tell you that you would not waste time in this way. You’re costing time that you need to record. So if you take photos like this, it’s done before or after the recording session starts.

Additionally the light is off in regard to how a dubbing room would be used.

There is also the very blunt issue of the table on the right being way wrong, as you would not have a scene in there and have it read carton. As you see with the studio image it would have a list of the different recording aspects in there.

In the photo that was leaked there is none of that. And also there is no red lines near the end to be used to mark for audio recording purposes.

In another photo from the Chinkel S.A. website through the VSI website when translated they show their font on screen. It’s not very hard using Adobe products to create fonts and part of Graphic design is learning to do that.  There is no words over the actors like there should be since this “scene” comes before the “wedding scene”.

Another small factor that’s been bugging me about the order of these scenes, the art story makes no sense. As a narration due to the time it reads like this. 

First you have the older picture scene of them as a group, since the timer reads 22:09, then you have Keith’s scene at 22:30, and then you have the wedding, at 22:42. Here’s the reason this is bothering me. In normal structure you would have the picture of the younger group, then the moment of Keith, then the older group, and then end it on the wedding. 

So if you notice that the show is doing the Final Fantasy XV way of making a character look older by giving them scruff on their chin. If Shiro’s wedding happens before the picture, where is his husband? If the wedding is taking place after the second group photo where is the scruff on their chins. 

Also if you’re doing a sort of nostalgic moment you end on the group shot, you don’t star on it, that’s doing things in a backwards style and no storyboard writers group would do that. You want your story to flow. 

Example: A- First shot with the statue in the back. 

B -Keith shot

C -Wedding

D- Time skip shot with the group in color. 

As I said in my large anon asks, the point of sepia is to make the tone of the scene feel nostalgic or memory like. 

(I’m simplifying a lot of this because there’s so much here from a graphic design angle that a lot of people will be confused here)

6.       The water mark on the screen is off, and the wrong type. Chinkel uses it’s name as the water mark and not the studios owner VSI.

7.       Also the fact that the picture is too clean and sharp vs all the other aspects of the photo which are pixelated and blurred.

So onto the others. Let’s start with the Wedding and move our way down…

(Using Cinderella III because the stance is similar to the leaked image) 

(For those wondering why I keep calling the character Roy, it makes it easier for me than calling him “That one dude that looks like a famous character from Macross that is supposed to be a homage to him, and clearly isn’t him.” ) 

8.       This image was cropped at the top.

8 a.  As Anon pointed out to me in inbox, the characters in the back are static and not moving. This would not be normal and, as I said in my post that got deleted, the characters were probably redrawn from either a posed picture, or some sort of promotional art and then traced over. Newtype magazine does a lot of illustrations that have moments that are not in the shows and weddings are sometimes used for their articles when they want to push a couple. 

9.       It’s been layered. The fact is that only Chinkel has the software to do this, so this was created by duplicating the layers and then taking and cutting and stamping and a lot of things in photo shop.

10.   As per the Chinkel real leak, the property of DreamWorks on the bottom is not in stroke.

11.   We have the fact that this guy looks way to much like Roy Fokker to be legally allowed. If this is supposed to be Adam then there’s something way off with him.

12.   As I detailed before you can’t use images or look a likes of Roy Fokker due to Studio Nue and Harmony gold and Tatsunoko’s huge legal fight, and he wouldn’t be accessible until after 2021. So no…no Roy would be allowed even if he is Adam or just meant to be a look alike.

12 a. As @rsasai points out in this post using Roy would cause massive issues in Japan alone. http://rsasai.tumblr.com/post/179513598638/reminder

13.   Also pidge’s eyebrows are off slightly and in the kiss scene you can see that Roy’s hand and arm vanishes

13a. Cleaner image shows that the arm is there, it’s just very hard to see, which again is why normally you don’t use the sepia tones there. 

Link to image here

Since the Image has the BTIstudios name on it, and seems to be the reasons for the take downs, I’m linking it. 

The interesting thing though is, again, I’m talking here from the perspective of framing a scene. 

Closest one that I could find with the same or similar arm movements. 

As you can see the more natural grip would be on the upper arm, it might be that Shiro’s arm can’t do that anymore? It seems like an odd place to put his arm. 

Similarly here’s a shot that is a lot like the leaked one. Again the arms placement would naturally fall on the chest or arm of the other person as they are being pulled into the kiss, so you’d rest your arm where it feels natural. 

13 b. Anon also pointed out that Shiro’s hand is resting on a location that would be more suited for a shorter character in place of Roy. Also his line of sight in the other pictures doesn’t match up, as he is looking down possibly at someone shorter than him, and also the art could allow for rotation on the head, as it’s easier to do that in profile than in person. 

14.   As per Malaysian posters, the wording on this is wrong and would not read that.

15.   NBCU would not have it’s name on this period. You don’t have a stroke around a water mark.

16.   BTI studios doesn’t have this program and would not just go by BTI studios.

17.   Water marks do not work like that. You wouldn’t have a pause thing either.

18.   And there is a lot of issues of where the words are being put because you can’t and shouldn’t have it hard for the voice actors to see the lip flaps.

19.   Pause would not look like this and not be placing like this at all. Also the image of the kiss may be modeled on artwork from Macross do you remember love. 

So with the second set of leaks we see changes.

20.   Lance and Allura are possibly a redraw of Allura and Lotor.

21.   Again BTISudios do not have the same type of equipment as Chinkel so this text over the screen should not be in there.

22.   Allura’s crying is in the wrong spot. As I showed with the superman reign shot

23.   One thing that I need to point out is the extra strand of hair for Allura, which she should not have.

24.   Again this has been cropped and you wouldn’t have it in this tone as Voltron for past memories has shown it uses a white filter.

See with how Romelle and Bandor’s memory scene is framed in a light white edge to it, so show that it’s in the past. If the scene with these two are happening in the past then both should be in a white light not a sepia tone.

Jumping ahead to Keith’s leak.

25.   Again wrong colors, we know that BTI Studios do not have this type of software.

26.   Keith would still be with Voltron, and why is Zethrid wearing a BOM uniform while Ezor has a patch over her eyes. This is all very wrong.

27.   Keith’s scar is not quiet right either.

The last one has a lot wrong with the group shot and more to the point the one on the top is far worse.

28.   Pidge’s eyebrows are cut wrong, her hair is based more on Lotor’s bangs then her own.

29.   Pidge’s nose was half cut off by the altered glasses placed on her.

30.   Keith’s fingers look weird and his hand is off, and if it’s lance’s it still a bit weird. 

31.   You wouldn’t have the image cut like that, and have the “Do not copy” would not flow off the screen in the way it does.

32.   Coran hasn’t changed at all, and his ears are off.

33.   Shiro looks more like an older version of Yu Narukami than himself.

33 a. Edit: As per @leavesandroses “Studio Mir also does statues in 3D, not drawn animation” And they are right.  If you look at artwork from Legend of Korra and at Aang’s statue because that’s some of the best shots, you can see how it’s done via CG rather than via traditional hand drawn.

Even Lotor’s statue is similar in design and uses the same type of rendering only with a filter over it as it’s a memory. 

Allura’s statue doesn’t have this same affect where you can tell it’s CG as you should in the shot. 

Thanks to  @rsasai , who did some testing, you can see the art work doesn’t over lap right.

As you can see if these are all the same product they should line up…they don’t. No matter what way you try to overlap the screens will not match up.

Then there’s the added fact of the weird words that would not be on screen in this way.

34.   Screens are all fucked up, you wouldn’t have the water marks cutting into the Property of DreamWorks

34 a. You would also not have the “One year later” on top like that. 

35.   Also no studio would do it in this way. No one would be this dumb. This is way too close to how they would do some weird stuff in the 1990s, which would never be done here in the states now.

36.   There’s also the bad translation which would not be allowed.

On top of all of this and several other things that others have pointed out over and over again, you would not have three leaks of this magnitude and not have this pulled fast off the net. As I said with the original real leaks both were removed very fast by DreamWorks.

All three studios would have been pulled from the Netflix list and most definitely in the case of VSI and Chinkel SA they would have their preferred vendor award taken away. "Netflix Preferred Vendor of the Year - Timed Text (High Volume) for 2018.”

Not only would the actors from the shows be blacklisted for their willingness to participate in what would be seen as a very big Legal copyright issue, but also Netflix, WEP, DreamWorks and NBCUniversal would probably, along with other companies, never want to work with them again.

Then there’s the fact that romelle-against-the-antis got a confession from the first leaker saying that they faked the leaks.

With all this being said…and I’m sure others can add onto this with their own information, you can make your own call if this is fake or real. I’m not going to tell anyone what to believe, but for me there’s enough proof that make me believe that this whole thing is an elaborate hoax set up to drive the fans into extreme case of worry.

So please guys…. Forget about this, just wait till the season comes out and let the chips fall where they may. Go outside, find another show to watch for the time, enjoy the fact that Halloween is only a few days away, get ready to go shopping for the holidays, make something! I just hope the Voltron Fandom will relax.

Links here to all the stuff:

https://huntypastellance.tumblr.com/post/179486029100/leaks-discourse-update

https://www.vsi-paris.tv/nos-services/voice-over

https://www.vsi-paris.tv/en/dubbing

https://www.vsi.tv/news/netflix-preferred-vendor-year

https://www.vsi.tv/facilities

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VSI_Group

http://romelle-against-antis.tumblr.com/day/2018/10/23/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harmony_Gold_USA#Legal_issues_regarding_Macross_copyright

 Thank you’s go here.

@aquaburst07

@rsasai

@springofviolets

@ladynoctern

@romelle-against-antis against antis

@huntypastellance

And a whole lot of Anons. With this being said, this will be my last update until something major comes out. 

Side note So this..

is a actual photo from the screening of the actual end of the show with JDM and LM. It’s from JDS’s twitter account. Actors and crew and whoever came to see it signed an NDA and I expect that anyone claming to be leaking from this would be taken down and probably fired or fined for leaking anything from that screening. 

Honestly with the clues here I”m betting that Matt and his girlfriend will be the ones having the wedding, or someone there previous screening that they already decorated and left that stuff up there from that event.  Either way, everyone take a deep breath and relax until December...then you can freak out. 

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Windows to the Soul || Kim Taehyung

Author: Jade Taylor/ Group: BTS/ Member: Kim Taehyung/ Type: Fluff, some angst./ Words: 1,580/ POV: 1st/ About: I don't even know how to describe this one, but I was told by my friends that it was interesting... 😂/ A/N: The reason this one is in 1st person and so short, is because I wrote it some time ago, but I can't bear to part with it, and I want it to be posted somewhere. I figured why keep it to myself when I can share it with you! Also, when posting on Tumblr the text for my first post is all jumbled together, like when I hit enter and try to start a new paragraph, I can write it like that, but when it posts it's all one big body of text. Anyone know how to fix this?/ +++      The schools bells rang, signaling lunch time. Every other student filed out of the room to meet up with their friends in either the lunchroom or the courtyard where all the seniors hung out. That's where I belong, out with the seniors, but I chose to spend lunch in my literature classroom today simply because I wanted to avoid my best friend, Taehyung, and his new girlfriend Minji. Whenever she looked at him, her eyes shown a bright and passionate pink. I had learned that color meant love a long time ago, but I couldn't see if he looked at her the same... He always wore sunglasses to cover his eyes.      In our world, the expression 'eyes are the windows to the soul,' couldn't be more true. No one had a definite eye color, it could change at any given moment depending on the emotion a person was feeling. Yellow was happiness, deep blue was sadness, red was anger, black was fear, green was jealously, and pink was love... I never knew what my best friend was feeling and he never knew what I was feeling, but for two completely different reasons. Taehyung wore sunglasses over his eyes, uncomfortable with showing the world his emotions, while my eyes simply didn't change at all. I was different, my eyes were the only ones in the world that didn't change. They were stuck an icy blue, they never once took on a new shade, though I'm sure if they did they'd be a deep dark blue at the moment. "Your not eating today, Echo?" I heard my teacher, Mrs. Kwon, ask. I shook my head. "No ma'am, not today," I replied with a sad smile, turning to look at her. She was happy right now according to her eyes, most likely because she was going to meet Mr. Park in the teachers lounge. I swear there was something going on between those two... "Okay sweetie, just remember to take care of yourself," She told me. I gave her a polite nod before she walked out of the room, leaving me alone.      My thoughts wondered back to Taehyung. In a way I was relieved that I couldn't see his eyes when he looked at Minji, it was painful enough to see that she loved him, but I didn't need to see his love for her. It was painful enough just knowing that they were together. I had done the cliche thing of falling in love with my best friend, perfect right? I was miserably stuck watching as he was taken away from me by a girl who had always acted like I didn't exist. It sucked, but I had no way out of it...      I stayed in silence for a few minutes, staring out the window at the dull gray sky, until I sensed a presence at the door. I slowly turned my head, eyes landing on the brown haired boy with a boxy smile that could turn my heart into a puddle. "Found you," He gave a playful smirk, walking over to me and taking a seat at the desk in front of me. "Yeah," I laughed, "I guess you did, but why aren't you outside with everyone else?" "I could ask you the same thing," He looked at me pointedly, "but to be honest, Minji was kinda suffocating me. She was clinging to me and calling me weird pet names, then when she started talking with her friends I took the chance to make my escape. Why are you alone in a classroom?" "I felt like staying in today," I shrugged, "Shouldn't you be happy about her giving you pet names and wanting to be close to you? She's your girlfriend after all."      I mentally scowled at the word, 'girlfriend.' "I don't know, maybe. It's just weird with her, it'd be different if..." He stopped himself, pursing his lips together. My brows knitted together in confusion at his words. What the fuck is he going on about? "Different if what?" I questioned. "Nevermind, I don't know where I was going with that," He shook his head, strands of brown falling across his dark shades. I had gotten to see his eyes a handful of times before when he was happy or angry, but I'd give anything to see them right now just to know what he was feeling. "Well, you said it's weird with her, so did you stop to think about how you feel towards her? Like, do you actually like her romantically?" I found myself asking. He was silent for a moment before answering. "At first when she confessed to me, I just went with it to save her feelings, but now that it's been a little over a week I realize I trapped myself in a situation where I didn't feel anything for her. Now, I feel bad for leading her on, but I'd also feel bad if I broke up with her," He explained, wringing his hands together. I sighed. "Tae, what did you tell me when Chen asked me out?" I asked him in a scolding tone, recalling the time when we were juniors and the senior boy confessed to me. I told Tae that I was thinking about accepting him, not because I liked him, but I didn't want to hurt him. "I know, I know, but I thought she could help me forg- I... This is different," He defended, turning to look at me through his glasses. "How is this any different!?" I asked incredulously, "It's the same damn thing and you know it! You didn't want me dating someone I didn't like because I'd be miserable, and you were just being a good friend, so how do you think I feel knowing that someone I love is miserable in his relationship!?"      It was deadly silent, and I thought maybe he didn't know how to reply, until he started stuttering, "Y-Yo-You s-said..."       Suddenly I realized what I said. I told him that I loved him. Shit. "I- Uh.. Yeah, I said that," I clamored out of my seat and turned toward the door. I still had twenty minutes of this class after lunch, but I'd just spend that in a supply closet or something before heading to my last class of the day, "Just forget I said that!" "Wait! Come back, you can't just drop that on me then run away, we need to talk about this!" He called. I could her the desk scrape against the floor and his quick footfalls rushing up behind me.      I broke into a sprint, leaving the classroom and dashing down the halls. I could hear him gaining on me, and I knew there was no way I'd outrun him, so I was lucky when the bell rang signalling lunch for the next group and time to return to class for mine. The hungry teenagers rushing out of various rooms cut in between Taehyung and I allowing for my smooth escape into a supply closet. I sunk to the floor there, hugging my knees to my chest in humiliation. I was so stupid, things between Taehyung and I would never be the same again, and it was all my fault... ••••••      I had attended my maths class after giving myself a mental pep-talk to leave the supply closet. The whole time in the class I was aware of Taehyung's eyes on me from across the room, so when the bell rang for dismissal I couldn't get out of the room fast enough. I was speed walking down the hallway hoping I'd get lucky like last time, but I should have known I wouldn't. A hand took hold of my forearm and stopped me just before I reached the exit, and I was spun around to see Tae looking down on me through his shades. "You're not getting away this time," He told me. I sighed, knowing he was right, "Did you mean it?" "Mean what?" I asked, impatiently wanting to go home and drown I'm my self pity. The rest of the student body exited the building leaving us alone in an empty hallway. "I... Yes, I meant it," I admitted, blushing. "If only I had known," He whispered, still holding onto my arm with his left hand. "It's not like it would have changed anything," I said softly, by chest stinging. "It would have changed everything..." "How?" I questioned. He moved closer to me, so close I could feel his breath on my face. I noticed his right hand reach up and pull his glasses off his face, his eyes we're closed like he was thinking. Then, suddenly they fluttered open and gazed into mine, only then I noticed the color. They were a loving pink, which completely astounded me. "How long have you-" I wanted to ask how long he had felt this way, but I was cut of by his soft lips pressing against mine in a sweet kiss. I responded immediately, but it didn't last long before I pushed him away feeling guilty. "Shit! What about Minji!?" I questioned in panic. I saw his guilty expression, but he got rid of it quickly before pulling me into a hug flush against his chest. "Of course I feel terrible about it, but I'm going to break up with her," He sighed, "I love you, and I'm not letting you go."      Though I still felt guilty about Minji, I smiled... He loved me...