#oh my god i am so mysteriously turned on rn.

[bookinit02]

honestly going to be a little brave even and say that the reason buck kissed tommy Like That at the hospital is because he was so pent up from the bachelor party and seeing eddie shirtless getting vodka poured down his throat that he was like . i need to make out with a man immediately or i will die.

[ankoluvly]

^prompt and vid(leads to twitter p()rn!)

cw; s3x toys, smut with very little plot

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You sighed as the last class of the day came to an end. bloody Divination, you don’t know why you even bothered to take it, Miss Trelawney just seems like a crazed lunatic. how did she manage to get into Hogwarts? no one knows, it’s truly a mystery.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . After finishing packing your books into your bag. you stood up, pushing through the mix of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students, muttering an apology as you accidentally dumped Lavender Browns books to the ground. you rushed down to the dungeons, among a few other Slytherins who were making their way down from their classes.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . you walked into your shared dorm with a couple other sixth year Slytherin girls. you were currently the only one there as everyone else has decided to go to Hogsmaede for a close-to-exams trip. you should’ve just ditched Divinations in all honesty. you started undressing, taking off your robes and tie. you admired your nearly naked body in the mirror, you white undershirt was a bit to small. but you liked it, added a bit of whore-ish vibe to your outfit, even if nobody could see it with your robes on.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . you started peeling your knee-length socks off, before jumping at a sudden voice,

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Hey love.” is what you made out, you turned around to face none other than your boyfriend. “Draco? what the fucking hell are you doing here?” you exclaim, startled and slightly ticked off. before going silent in shock and embarrassment as Draco pulled out your dildo from under your pillow. “Seriously? your pillow isn’t a good place to put this…muggle toy.” Draco said, himself cringing slightly at his new found knowledge of you using such an erotic muggle toy. Though he couldn’t deny he was amused by it.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Am i not enough?” Draco suggests with a stupid smirk. his eyes moving back to look at you. “Why are you going through my stuff?!” You asked, face flush with embarrassment. of course the one time you figure you’d just put it under your pillow, someone finds it.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “It’s not my fault, i tried laying down while i waited for you. then felt some type of rubber under your pillow.” Draco starts with a smirk, “Your pillow? truly not the best hiding place you’ve come up with dear.” He adds with a chuckle. You roll your eyes frustratedly. “oh my god whatever Draco, just give it.” You say, going to move over before he stops you, standing up and making his way over to you. “nuh uh, I’ve heard a lot about this..muggle toy” he says, examining the dildo as if it’s some weird, newly discovered rock.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Lemme try it on you,” Draco says bluntly with a smirk as he turned back to face you, snaking his arm around your waist. you blushed slightly as you looked up at your taller boyfriend, god he was hot. “Seriously..?” you asked, slightly taken aback, though you couldn’t deny the thought made your core ache with want. “Mhm,” Draco said with a smirk before leaning down to plant a kiss to your lips, starting off soft and quickly getting more and more heated as your tongues fought for domination, his hand moving up and down the curve of your waist and groping your breasts.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . He pushed you against the door gently, pulling away from the kiss as he says, “Turn around love,” With a small, excited smirk. his hand sliding down from your waist to hug the soft curve of your ass, other hand resting on the door as he looked down at you. You immediately did as he said, turning around and placing yourself gently against the door to your dorm. wiggling your ass teasingly.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Draco chuckled slightly from behind you as you pushed your skirt up, showing him your cute teeny emerald dark red panties. he gently rubbed your ass before giving you a sudden slap, a mouse-like squeak escaping your mouth as he did so. he rubbed the slowly firming red mark on your ass from the sudden impact, soothing the sting slightly. slowly, Draco started sliding your panties down your legs, bending down to get a look at your pretty cunt. “You’re beautiful,” you could hear Draco mutter from below you as he placed soft kisses along your thighs up to your ass before moving away. how could someone be either so loving at one moment then so degrading the other?

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You let out a small gasp as you felt the cold rubber of your dildo rub against your wet pussy, quickly becoming coated with your own slick from how turned on you were. you could just imagine the smirk on Dracos face.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You let out a soft moan as the tip of the dildo starts to finally push past your walls, just for the pleasure to be immediately taken away from you, causing you to whine slightly at the lost pleasure.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Do you want it?” Draco asked smugly as he heard your pathetic whine. you could hear the smirk on his face, asshole. you nodded slightly, biting your lip in slight embarrassment. “Nuh uh, i need words darling.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “You know i do, stop teasing me.” You whined frustratedly, pouting your lips out as you turned to look down at Draco as much as you could with this position.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Well someone’s moody today.” Draco chuckled. but obeyed, sometimes he’ll let you get away with your attitude if he’s in a good mood, which he seemed to be in today. slowly shoving the toy into your tight walls. you shuddered and moaned as you felt the familiar intrusion, resting your head against the door as support.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . The dildo didn’t feel better then Draco, though it was girthier then Draco, But Draco was longer and had such a delicious curve that treated your sweet spot the way you deserved <3

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Draco started off slow, and to tease you just a tad bit more: “Tell me love, does this cheap thing feel better than my cock?” He asked, going in a mixed pace of slow and even slower, relishing in the way your body shuddered and your pussy clenched in want for more.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Fuck- no,” you say breathily, causing a smug smile to form on Dracos face. You moaned as the toy rubbed against your sweet spot when you opened your mouth to speak, “B-but it gets the job done.” Biting your lip, you let out a louder groan as Draco made the toy to do little ‘o’s inside your pretty cunt, rubbing against your sweet spot repeatedly.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Draco chuckled but accepted your answer. he pulled your skirt up as he started going faster, smirking as your moans picked up quickly with the sudden increase in speed.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You felt yourself getting close as your legs shook slightly and your moans picked up, arching your back more against the door.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “You close?” Draco asked with a grin as he continued with the same pace. You couldn’t respond, letting out a moan instead as you nodded your head. Draco wasn’t happy with this though, as he placed a light slap on your ass, only hard enough to leave a slight sting, “Words sweetheart.” He demanded.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Fuck- yes! don’t fucking stop-” You let out breathlessly, pussy clenching around the toy in you as Draco let out an amused chuckle. god he sounded so hot,

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You finally came undone as you moaned loudly, your moan muffled against the door. you were only being kept up by Draco’s firm grip on your shaking legs.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Draco fucked you through your high until you calmed down, pulling the toy out of you, he threw it back on your bed and stood up, planting a firm hand on your hip as his free hand moved to rub light circles on your clit.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . You whined at the slight feelings of overstimulation, attempting to close your legs but Draco just forced them open again with ease,

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . “Nuh uh darling, now i need to prove to you much better i am then that stupid toy,”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Written by Ankoluvly, 2024 on tumblr!

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . This is super old, started writing this a couple days after i posted the slytherin boys p links. then i kinda forgot about it until now. The ending very rushed lmao

[furuyalover]

taking care of him at a party

— ft. atsumu miya

AN: just a lil sum while i work my music event drabbles 🤍 also this was soo fun to write so pls request any other characters i should do this for !

your roommate was throwing a party in your shared house, and it was fun at first. however your social battery was running kind of low, and you felt like taking a break anyways. “hey im a little beat, but if you need anything i’ll be in my room” you tell your friend and then you make your way to your room.

you lie down on your bed, and decide to maybe take a small nap to help you feel better. but not even 15 minutes into your nap you hear a soft knock on your door. “come in” you groan, as you readjust yourself so that you can sit up and see whoever’s at your door, expecting your roommate needing assistance with something for the party. but to your surprise, your greeting by three familiar faces, one being a very drunk atsumu miya.

being practically held him by his twin brother and good friend suna, the former embarrassingly says “y/n im so sorry for barging in, but is it ok if we let atsumu take a break here? every other room was occupied and your roommate told us to try here” atsumu was smashed, you could tell that he was shitfaced and it was more like osamu & suna who needed the break.

“what? ok sure yeah whatever. just lay him down over there i guess.” too tired to really even refute their request, you instruct the two to carry their drunken friend on the side of your bed opposite of you. this is where you decide it’s probably time for you to turn in for the night.

you leave atsumu to rest on your bed, and head into your bathroom to change, shower, and what not to get ready for bed. by the time you’re done you chuckle to yourself when you see atsumu is still knocked out on your bed. admittedly, you found it kind of cute to see him like this. peacefully asleep, in his natural state, a change of pace from his usual loud and brash personality, it didn’t help that he was in your bed as well. after placing a glass of water and some tylenol and advil on the nightstand next to him, you sit on your side of your bed and start mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

you text your roommate, updating them on the wild situation you found yourself in. “y/n are u fr rn? this is like the perfect chance for u to confess to him hello??” a smile forms on your face after reading that text, “bro what hell no. that’s so awkward 😭” “ur trippin, worst case scenario u can tell him u we’re js drunk” rolling your eyes at that suggestion, you exit your texts and go back to your scrolling.

a few minutes go by and you feel atsumu shifting in your bed, followed by a slight groan. “oh god where am i” he groans as he rolls over, rubbing his eyes, to face this mysterious figure sat beside him.

“well you’re not downstairs getting shitfaced that’s for sure” you snark with a small chuckle, slightly admiring how cute he looks with his messy hair and flushed face. “oh shit! y/n! is this your room? oh my god did we..?” amused by his slight panic you reassured him that nothing happened, “no no don’t worry, you were absolutely plastered so suna and your brother dropped you off here so you could rest. there’s some tylenol next to you, you should really take some”

she’s such an angel wow, he thought to himself as he took the pain relievers you so kindly prepared for him. “god those assholes, sorry you had to deal with that” he quietly, almost embarrassingly apologizes. giggling at his annoyance you assure him it’s fine and that it’s not a big deal. but then the gears start turning in your head a bit, as you start to develop a lil plan to semi-confess to him.

“the party isn’t probably gonna end for another few hours, so if you want you can just crash here if you want. i can just sleep on the couch or something” almost immediately, a grin plasters on atsumus face, and his usually cocky self is back just like that. “i mean that’s rather rude ya know? i wouldn’t want such an angel who had to take care of a drunken asshole to sleep on the couch. you should probably just sleep in your own bed” he grins as he runs his hands through his messy blonde hair, this bitch knows exactly what he’s doing, you think to yourself.

despite a very obvious blush creeping up on your face you respond, “yeah well i’d feel bad if you had to stay on the couch” scoffing, faking offense to your comment “who said anything about me on the couch? plus i heard cuddling is good for hangovers.” OH HOW I HATE HIM. rolling your eyes you playfully act annoyed, but you couldn’t be any happier

“hm well i always wanted to cuddle with that dumbass from the volleyball team who i have a crush on” you retort with a light laugh. now it’s his turn to blush, already flushed from the alcohol he is now redder than before. “when exactly were you planning on tellling this handsome and talented dumbass?” despite the confident demeanor he was definitely screaming on the inside.

“i figured now would be a good time, but who said anything about handsome and talented.” you reply as you side eye him, but he just can’t help but smile right at you. “so we’re definitely cuddling right?” he asks with a heartful, genuine smile. not being able to deny this lover boy’s smile or even him in general, i mean you’ve liked him for months now, you roll your eyes and respond “ok fine i guess whatever, but find some clothes to change into and take a shower” you laugh as you playfully hit him on his shoulder.

“on it.” he gets up heading downstairs to see if any of his friends have extra clothes they can get him, and to of course tell them about his crush on you. “shit finally, it’s about time you told her you liked her, osamu you owe me $10 and some food” “ok fine suna whatever, but you owe me $5 since he did it while he was drunk.” yes these mfs placed bets on you guys confessing to each other.

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[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

First of all, I just want to say. I called it lol

Finally an sskk face off since the sacrifice. I am going insane. I can’t articulate all my thoughts rn but something about the way Atsushi aimed a kick at Akutagawa that he fully expected the guy to block (because they know each other’s usual fighting styles!!!) only for it to connect and hurt him; Atsushi begging Akutagawa to recognize him because even if he still can’t consciously admit it, Atsushi has become convinced that Akutagawa wouldn’t be attacking him like this if he knew it was him; pleading for him to snap out of it and demanding to know why he saved him aghhhhh I’m going feral we know the reason Atsushi we know whyyyyy

I can’t believe it actually. We are at the point where sskk do not want to genuinely hurt each other. Atsushi attacked only out of self defence and was taken aback by actually breaking his wrist. Akutagawa refused to kill Atsushi in the Fukuchi fight and Atsushi is now convinced he’d stop attacking if he recognized him. Holy shit. Oh my god.

And Sigma badass moment! My boy, he pulled through! Either him or Chuuya had to break the stalemate; hell yeah, validation. Wasn’t there a meme someone made? “Prison arc -> prison arc if Sigma still had a gun”? Well Sigma’s got a gun and things are picking up babyyyy! His retort to Fyodor was quite possibly the funniest thing he could’ve said in response. Just completely shut him down. Using what he’s learned running the empty home Fyodor previously tried to buy his trust with. Beautiful. ADA Sigma real??? (I think the story will have to acknowledge his very public involvement with Taneda’s shooting and the acts of terrorism the Hunting Dogs now know he is responsible for… so I’m not sure how that will go but I’d like to see him end up with the Agency tbh… so long as it makes sense.)

Things I did not expect:

Mysterious note left in Russian??? It could be Mykola I suppose but… why? What happened? If he’s actually in trouble I doubt he’d need help escaping. Is it a trap? But what for? Alternatively… could it be Pushkin? He was in Meursault initially right? We never found out what his connection was. It could be a new Russian author too! Intriguing! There’s also the matter of it being written in Russian in the first place - who is it meant for? Sigma specifically? Or is it meant for someone else who speaks Russian?

Dazai is actually injured! I was certain he had something ready to get out on his own but I like this much better. Tbh I know this sounds bad but I’m actually way more invested now that Dazai has a broken leg and Fyodor was just shot. There’s higher stakes, you know? Damn though. I think Dazai’s injuries are. Worse. He’s being terribly self-sacrificial, and is apparently going to face off against Chuuya next time we see him. I do think now the stakes would be too low if Chuuya was completely free of the brainwashing tbh… I’m hoping for a double “I know you’re in there” fight between skk and sskk. Not that Dazai can do much physically but his strength has always been with words anyways, and I am certain Chuuya’s already fighting back. And I know Atsushi will reach Akutagawa. Manifesting sskk reunion where they challenge Fukuchi again and win this time via the power of unbreakable trust (delusional).

Sigma asks Fyodor “WHAT are you?” Which is interesting, and I’m hoping will acknowledge the way Fyodor doesn’t seem to age… but also intriguing is the “getting closer” part on the side which implies he’s not quite right. I think Fyodor will still turn out to be human tbh (it’d be weird otherwise, thematically), but now I’m starting to lend a little more weight to that theory about a Fyodor double…

Well anyways. This was a lot. I’m going to helplessly whir about it for a bit now.

[rowanb3rries]

tmagp episode 17 thoughts. no or not a lot of context but still read at your own peril

index of these posts

3:40 celia. again?

4:10 i feel like i constantly feel the need to type ": ( sam"

4:30 oxford is like FAR jesus christ

5:00 he's so cute, dude. he's so awkward and cute.

5:20 always a sign of being really okay when you have to tell yourself you're okay. i've done it i've been there but it is a Lie

6:00 it always strikes me so funny to think that they are still just going along with the whole 'this is a text-to-speech generator on a computer from the 90s or whenever'. i mean, everyone *must* know there's something up. i just. chester is doing his theatre kid shit

6:40 'you'd probably benefit from therapy' is. i don't know if this was properly well-meaning but if it was it's so hilariously back-handed

7:35 STROKING ORCHIDS? IS THIS AN IDIOM I DON'T KNOW OR IS THIS LITERAL I'M TOO AUTISTIC HELP

8:00 for a little while i was going to a therapy-not-therapy thing my doctor sent me to (the woman was adamant it wasn't therapy but idk what else to call it) and she had a plant pot in her office with an avocado seed that had grown a leaf. that's all. that's what i'm thinking about rn : )

10:00 UM????????????????

11:25 i like when they give us a statement-giver who's kind of an asshole lmao

13:50 i'm so intrigued. being invited in for tea is not what i expected from the double when we got introduced to the idea

14:25 d and d's brother elden ring vibes honestly

14:50 who are the guests. also i need to know how darrien og ended up emaciated like that

16:00 hoo boy sharon

17:10 the juicy shit is about to go down

18:10 jesus christ

19:20 turned inward or turned outward, which path would you like better

19:30 god i hope the man is a third them

20:00 oh this is better than a third them really

21:15 sharon is fascinating. i want to know what she knows

22:20 THAT WAS A GOOD ONE

22:30 oooo celia looking for answers huh......

22:55 glad to know alice also eats things at the computer. when i moved i fully disassembled my keyboard and cleaned it out and there was Mystery Substance under the keys (likely a combination of cat hair and dust but it looked rather like unburned tobacco)

23:30 I AM CONCERNED FOR COLIN. SHE'S RIGHT, IT'S BEEN WEEKS

23:45 the fucking error sounds in the bg are so funny. but also i want to know if they're like. a reused sound from somewhere else. imagine if they were a fucked up version of a sound we already knew

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i have a kofi if you like this and want to help me keep doing it

[the-puppet-bracket]

Spamton propaganda:

"You know someone had to do it.

This guy's whole thing is not wanting to be a puppet anymore, but uh-oh-spaghetti-o! Dude now has physical puppet strings!"

"Making a [SPECIL] deal by placing his [#1 SALE SYSTEM] into a [CLASSIC!] body, Spamton believed he could be more than [HYPERLINK BLOCKED]. But the strings told him otherwise. He lunged at Kris in [LIMITED TIME OFFER], trying with all his [50% OFF!] to be more than a puppet."

"Spam email bot who was exposed to something that drove him mad and he spent the whole rest of his existence trying to cut his strings, only to die (maybe?) when he finally manages it."

"He is the most tortured dumpster man alive. Also, not literally a puppet, but metaphorically!!! There's some mysterious outside force controlling him and limiting what he can say and god, he desperately wants to break free, trying to kill the protagonist (his only friend in years) for the chance of ""being let loose from his strings"". In his secret boss battle, he thinks he'll be free after getting a new body but he isn't, as his new powerful body has literal strings attached. You fight him, because he thinks your soul (long story) will gain him access to freedom. During the pacifist route of the battle, you cut his strings until there's one more left, he's ecstatic, being able to break free from the narrative of the confines of the game. He decides to break his own last string, and he falls to the ground into pieces. It turns out he relied on the strings after so long, and couldn't recover without them. Afterwards, he's deshevaled, hung up by vines in the dark basement that resemble his old strings and he says ""It seems after all I couldn't be anything more than a simple puppet."" This ties back to how Kris, the protagonist of the game is feeling the effects of being controlled by the player and really shows the core focus of the game and it's characters. And that's why I entered him into this poll!

Also he is genuinely so fucking hilarious bro just play Deltarune already what the fuck are you doing the chapters that are out rn are free dawg (play Undertale first though, it's like ten bucks or something you'll be fine)"

"Spamton best blorbo. Very good blorbo. Exquisite blorbo even. He's sad and adhd and insane and weird and I love him and you should too. Pipis"

"he spamt"

"[[NUMBER ONE RATED SALESMAN 1997]]"

"he's living in a goddamn garbage can. let the big shot win. it'll be funny. does he deserve it? that is up to viewer discretion. but he is our beloved tumblr sillyman and as such we need to pay him respect in some manner. <3

(iirc spamton is a puppet? probably. oh well if he doesn't count ignore this i'm not read up on

my deltarune)"

"frankly i'd be surprised if he's not one of the most submitted. anyway his whole Deal is about being a puppet and having other things control him and so he seeks to regain that control through either manipulating the player into murdering half the city or to take the red soul and use it to become a god. yet in his super powerful NEO form he still has strings attached to him (that he won't even notice if he succeeded in the player manipulation thing) and in either case he ultimately becomes an item you use just for stats. guy really isn't a fan of puppetteers"

"you propably knew this was coming lol

Tumblr's favorite awful little puppet desperately fighting to get rid of his strings

the pinocchio references are strong in this one

HA HA HA ... THIS POWER IS

FREEDOM.

I WON'T HAVE TO BE JUST A PUPPET ANY MORE!!!!

...

OR... so... I... thought.

WHAT ARE THESE STRINGS!? WHY AM I NOT [BIG] ENOUGH!? It's still DARK... SO DARK!"

"Tries to become a real boy, ends up as another puppet look guy. He's shady, he's a scammer, he's got cringefail swag and I love him"

"He's just a little fucked-up little guy"

[kindestofkings]

a mastermind [2]

ryan mcmahon x reader

faceclaim: phoebe bridgers

authors note: happy friday everyone, proud of you for making it through the week xx @orangeinecstasy here you are <3

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yourusername just before I retreat into my home for the holidays and eat nothing but minced pies and never get out of my pjs, I thought I'd leave you guys with a parting gift from my family to yours. so much wine is a craft of love and is everything I think of when I think of the holiday season, theres some oldies, some newbies, some saddies and some friends !

a big thank you to dirtyhit as usual and the genius producers that are trumanblack, bedfordanes75 and rass75 ( all who jumped on a track also)

other friends who graced these records, taylorswift, lucydarcus, hozier and julienrbaker thank you thank you <33

also someone stepped away from the drums for a hot second and made his vocals debut, which I feel honoured about and so proud!

go listen and enjoy <333

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ryanmcmahon_15 the album and you are a work of art <3

yourusername stfu imma cry 😢

ynfan1 you write melancholy so beautifully, love it all so far!

inhalerfan1 ryan with a vocal debut?? christmas came early

inhalerfan2 obsessed with both of you, you are my parents

elijahhewson thankful everyday sir ryan chose drums or I'd be out of a job..

bobbyskeetz theres still time yet!

joshjenkinson_ thanks for inviting us onto the album!

yourusername it was my PLEASURE sir jenkinson

trumanblack always a pleasure making stuff together bedfordanes75 xx

yourusername we are such a powerhouse of a trio, like the powerpuff girls or something ! ynfan1 not 😭 the 😭 powerpuff 😭 girls 😭

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Ahh what was that you ask?? can ryan sing?? All important questions! I dont know entirely, all my fics are self-indulgent but this one was particularly bad hahah hence the all over the place plot, also im in a festive mood lol. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THO, as always let me know what you think and come chat <33

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Ayesha Liveblogs Jujutsu Kaisen S2

Based on people's foreboding comments I have rarely been so certain a show was about to hurt my feelings. But here we are, ready to be hurt again LMAO

"No one else understands what cursed spirits taste like." Do you think Geto is obsessed with converting Yuji because he's the only other person in the world who eats curses

I wasn't expecting the Utahime and Mei flashback but I do enjoy it

"I don't need that, but you do, right?" Is the implication here that Mei's technique give her impeccable night vision. What is with all these Jujutsu Eyes

Are we going to see ALL the teachers' generation as kids? I have never been listening more in my life. TELL ME MORE:

However, the fact the subtitle of this arc is "Premature Death" probably doesn't bode well for my feelings

"Satoru, it's not nice to pick on the weak." "What kind of idiot picks on the strong?" A terrible but fair point, Gojo

I didn't really recognize Ieiri in the intro so I'm really, really glad to hear that the Female Teammate of Gojo and Geto is not Super Dead LMAO

"Jujutsu exists to protect non-jujutsu sorcerers." I know they're just playing basketball but I am giggling and kicking my feet. I loooove a backstory. Also: Geto you certainly had quite a turn, didn't you?

"You should be more polite and humble," said Geto to Gojo, in a lesson that the latter would never learn, ever, in his life

Given that someone has to die, I'm placing my bets on Star-Vessel-Gal-That-I-Bet-You-$5-Someone's-Going-To-Fall-in-Love-With

"I'm not a Zen'in anymore. I took my wife's name. It's Fushiguro now." YOU MEAN THAT GUY PEOPLE KEEP LUSTING AFTER IS MEGUMI'S DAD????? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. OH NOOOOOOOO. THAT'S SO FUNNY FOR MEGUMI, HAVING AN EVIL, FUCKABLE DAD

"How's Megumi doing?" "Who's that?" ISN'T HE A TODDLER RN? What a terrible father kjnhgghg. We knew, but wow

"Tengen-sama is me, and I am Tengen-sama." I love that Tengen, Mysterious Keeper of Jujutsu Barriers, is in his mini-skirt era

"I wish I could share my senses with [cursed spirits] like Mei-san does." Well, that explains her impeccable night vision. I sort of forgot that she's also a human surveillance camera

Ahhhh so I guess Riko's like 13 to their 16? Maybe they won't fall in love after all

"Riko, you have a boyfriend?" HAHAHAHA this is the school drama shenanigans I was hoping for

"I failed!" There something endearing about Gojo learning how to control his techniques

HAHAHAHA they're not going to explain the cutaway to the beach????? Hello???????

"I still don't have much recollection of being attacked." Ah, so it was to resolve the kidnapping situation for Kuroi with immediate success

OH MY GOD, I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE NANAMI EITHER. LOOK AT HIIMMMMMMMMM. I did not peg him as a long-hair boy:

Also also also. Just based on his place in the OP, I like Nanami's little friend. I do think he must be Super Dead though

"You haven't released your technique since yesterday, have you? You haven't slept either. And you don't plan to sleep tonight, do you? Are you sure we don't need to go back to Jujutsu High?" This arc is I think what is going to make me love Gojo. I like him well enough, but there's a sincerity here that's getting me. Gojo who tries and fails at new techniques and runs himself ragged to give a dying girl her beach day

"Have we met before?" said Gojo, like Megumi's evil DILF father did not have a sword through his chest

"Never before or after that, had anyone noticed me standing behind them." Hey quick question. What the fuck does that mean?

Ohhhh, Maki and Megumi's Dad have the same No Cursed Energy Condition. It's like a reverse Kekkei Genkai

HOW DID BEING SLASHED THROUGH HIS WHOLE TORSO FROM THE NECK ON NOT KILL GOJO DEAD?

"No matter what decision you make, we will guarantee your future." Geto and Gojo deciding before even meeting her they'll fight Curse Wizard God to give Riko her autonomy!!!! That's the Jujutsu High spirit I know 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Update from two minutes later: Rest in pieces, Riko-chan

Geto said: You have actually activated my trauma response, which is unrestrained manslaughter

Ggjkglgjlgkjg Megumi's Dad said: Looks like you brought curses to a gun fight!

Not to poke holes in this monologue, but doesn't changing the size of a cursed spirit require cursed energy?? I feel like this is such a loosey-goosey structure for what is and isn't cursed energy

"I've already decided I'll only see you either for work or in Hell." I want this to be my email signature

Megumi 🤝 His Dad: Accusing your opponent of being high when they act weird

"One, the power to stop: The neutral application of the Limitless technique. Two, the power to attract: the amplified application of the Limitless technique, Blue. And three, the power to repel: the reversal of his cursed technique, Red." Thank you for laying it all out Mr. Megumi's Dad because I would've taken a long time to get there myself. Also does this mean Gojo is like a giant magnet

"Two or three years from now, my kid will be sold off to the Zen'in clan. Do what you will with that." RIP Megumi's Hot, Evil Dad, who I guess didn't sell him? Or pre-sold him? That part's unclear. Also I can't believe Gojo killed Megumi's Dad and then adopted him. And then DIDN'T TELL HIM HE WAS DEAD. GOJO, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

(Assuming this actually killed him, that is. He is missing like, a third of his body. Seems pretty fatal.)

Also, after all that, I have finally learned from the episode description his name is (was?) Toji. If they said it, I missed it!

"Does there really need to be any point to [killing people]?" "It's very important that there is. Especially for a jujutsu sorcerer." Geto being the constant voice of reason implies something incredibly drastic must happen to him

Also: I guess GOJO's trauma response is unrestrained manslaughter

"Are you Geto-kun? What kind of woman is your type?" You mean to tell me that the lady who turned Todo into whatever he is has been menacing people for generations??? LMAO

"Rather than hunt down cursed spirits, I want to create a world where cursed spirits aren't born." Tsukumo coming in with some hot takes on Jujutsu Society it seems

"If all of mankind were jujutsu sorcerers, curses wouldn't be born." Is Geto in the present trying to, force all of society to become jujutsu sorcerers by making a curse-dominant society, thereby eventually making everyone equipped to deal with cursed energy, and eventually starving the curses out? What a weird, terrible, backwards plan. Incredible. Tell me more!!!

"Just keep culling non-sorcerers and force them to adapt into sorcerers as a survival strategy." Why do all anime roads lead to metaphors for geno-[LOUD FOGHORN NOISE]

"But unfortunately, I'm not crazy enough to do that." Geto said: No problem, I am!!!!

I was correct, Nanami's Nice Friend Haibara is in fact Super Dead

It is funny that they make out Geto's descent into madness and [GUNSHOT NOISE] being triggered by people being violent towards the youth, considering he spent the whole first season plotting ways to torture teenagers

"So, you're just going to kill everyone who's not a sorcerer? Even your parents?!" "I can't allow my parents to be a special exception." Alright, Anti-Establishment Itachi, chill out

Ahhhhhhh, poor Gojo, unable to kill or reason with his friend:

Geto said: I will raise you adopting Megumi and ADOPT TWO TRAUMATIZED CHILDREN, GOJO. BEAT THAT!

"About this dad of yours. I ki--" "I don't care." OH MY GOD MEGUMI. ALSO. GOJO. HE'S FIVE, YOU COULD'VE TRIED A LITTLE HARDER TO TELL HIM

"If I go [to the Zen'in clan] will Tsumiki be able to find happiness? It all depends on that." MEGUMI HAS BEEN SELFLESS HIS WHOLE LIFE

I do love the very normal but realistic dialogue of Nobara and Yuji talking past each other to convince the other to do an activity the other isn't interested in (shopping and a movie respectively). Also Megumi the Homebody!

OH NOOOOOOOO NOT THE SHIBUYA ARC. THIS IS WHAT PEOPLE WARNED WOULD HURT MY FEELINGS

Ohhhhhhh my god. Nobara being asked advice from this gal about asking Yuji out and immediately bringing Megumi back to the restaurant. I LOVE SCHOOL DRAMA

"Someone who knows Itadori well is on his way here now." Megumi Fushiguro: Yuji Dating Consultant

"Did my heart skip a beat?" Nobara!! What does that mean!!!

Megumi takes his role incredibly seriously. Beautiful. Perfect. Beyoncé:

Also. I know it was just an omake, but the implication that it is understood on Team Gojo that Yuji is allowed to date but Megumi isn't is SO FUNNY. They're like, 'He's OUR special boy, leave him alone!'

"But the way she eats and her handwriting and stuff are super nice." Yuji, my sweet boy, who loves girls for their hearts AND their asses

The slice of life parts of this are really getting my heart <3 Give me fifteen more episodes of Team Gojo's dating troubles and going to see Worm Man movies

Jujutsu Kaisen said: Hey Mechamaru have you considered not being disabled, and being evil instead? It's a fresh new look!!

"I have to use any means necessary to get in contact with Gojo Satoru and tell him about the Shibuya plot." Muta-maru said he's only a pragmatic amount of evil, a means to an end

"I'll be able to see everyone," said Muta-maru, in what I'm sure wasn't foreshadowing of him immediately about to die

"But I want to be even closer to you, Mechamaru. So, one day, I will come see you." Oh, Miwa, I don't think you will

Team Nanami!!! While I am glad to see them, I don't like this for Megumi. That he's here, in Shibuya. Be safe, baby boy!

"Everyone who came up running up to the edge of the veil to escape cried the same thing: Bring Gojo Satoru!" How about we don't do that!

Are they making Maki go on a mission with her grandpa? LMAO

They have made this as OMINOUS as possible. I don't like it. I don't like it at all. STAY AWAY, GOJO!!

"They're making Gojo-sensei do this alone?" MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY!

Mei giving Yuji the option not to fight the people 😭😭😭 The teachers try so very hard to protect them in the ways that they can

"Mankind has long feared, hated and cursed such demonic pests." I am like the opposite of a bug person but I didn't have a specific fear of locusts going into this episode. They're doing their best to give me one though

"Are you clever? Or not clever? I'm clever." "Clever people wouldn't really go around calling themselves clever." There's something very Imperfect Cell about locust's vibes, and it does make me laugh

Yuji praying over the person who was killed 😭💞 HIM!!

"Nee-sama is praising you! Just accept it!" [Yelling] "Thank you! I'm honoured!" Yuji is very willing to accept constructive criticism

"Domain Amplification. It's the same principle as the New Shadow School's simple domain. They envelope themselves with the domain. While it reduces its guaranteed-hit effect, it ensures they neutralize any technique used. That would allow their attacks to hit me." Then why would people not use domain amplification and simple domain all the time?

The way Geto has thought of so many different ways to make sure there are civilian casualties to anything Gojo does!! GET GOT, GETO!

Them starting this horrifying scenario with an I Love Gojo video!!

"Technically, he's my benefactor," said Megumi, which meant, My Really Annoying Older Brother or Uncle or Dad Whom I Love

I do kind of love seeing Gojo go insane on these Cursed Spirits and reducing Hanami to smithereens. He can be a little vengeful, as a treat

"I'm sorry. I can't save everyone. So I promise to exorcise them instead." Oh, Gojoooo 😭😭😭😭

I KNOW THAT GETO KNOWS GETTING HIM TO STAND STILL FOR A MINUTE WILL BE EASY BECAUSE HE MISSES HIS DEAD FRIEND. I HATE THIS. I HATE IT! I WANT TO CRY AND THROW UP.

HEY! HEY! WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"I can pass from one body to another by replacing its brain with myself." WHAT DO YOU MEAN?????????????

It's NOT EVEN HIS FRIEND? IT'S A CURSE WEARING HIS DEAD FRIEND'S FACE? WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE HELL. WHAT ON EARTH!

"But it's time for you to wake up. How long will you keep letting it have its way with you, Suguru?" Geto's hand trying to kill the thing possessing him. For his own sake, or for Gojo's, I don't know

"I was killed on October 19th by the special-grade cursed spirit called Mahito." Rest in pieces, Mechamaru. Good of you to help!

"Well, it'll all work out somehow. I'm counting on you, everyone." Gojo thinking of his team of first years to save him!!!!!!!

OH IJICHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT'D HE DO TO ANYONE!!!!

Yuji dealing with the cell phone issue by yelling to all Shibuya a message for Nanamin ❣️ He is clever, and loud!

"Don't toy with Geto-sama any further." Mimiko and Nanako trying to get their surrogate dad's body back. Extremely fucked up and sad

Nanami asking Ino to look after Megumi and Yuji 🥺🥺

"The Gojo clan is currently a one-man team of Satoru Gojo himself." Where are all the other Gojos??????

Gojo being the one person who is safe-guarding specific people in jujutsu society with his existence 🥺😭 I do love him!!!

I do miss the omake instead of this end-of-ep character commentary but the fact that someone insults Gojo with the phrase, "Acting like he was nothing but leg below his nipples," does entertain me 1) Because it really doesn't translate to me culturally as an insult jnghkghg and 2) It confirms Gojo has nipples, which is a real rarity in anime

"They won't be able to climb up here that fast." [Immediate cut to Megumi and Yuji dropping in via Megumi's giant shadow bird] I love physical comedy

"So, whenever I'm at a loss, I think to myself, 'What would Nanami-san do?'" Oh, Ino, that's very sweet

"I thought this wouldn't take long?" "No comment." Yuji and Megumi's friendship is my whole heart and soul

OH MY GOD??????????????????????????????????? THEY'RE POSSESSING MEGUMI'S FATHER???? WHAT IS THIS, THE MAKE TEAM GOJO SEE A BUNCH OF ASSHOLES WEARING THEIR DEAD LOVED ONES FACES ARC????????

Setting aside the egregious body horror, I love that Gojo has been a menace from birth. Good for him!

"If you're a man, be clear and decisive." [Megumi points at Yuji about to throw a car] "That stuff's not my role." Megumi said: Yuji is my man, actually 💖

Megumi's so smart!!!!!! Figuring out how to be both weak and strong at the same time to combat the Inverse technique

Nanami flashing back to Haibara's body when he sees Ijichi's. Ahhhhhhhhhh.

"Who the hell do you think you're ordering around, old hag?" I KNEW that Toji was not going to be silent. Even dead, he's just. A Very Big Presence. Also, poor Megumi's feelings when he sees him. And subsequently, mine

"I guess it just means that this guy's soul couldn't win against my body." "A soul losing to a body?! No! That's impossible!" There is some interesting world-building between the body and the soul with Geto and Toji having consciousness through body alone. I'd be so thoughtful if it weren't so fucked up

"If I die, you'll kill me, right?" Megumi said: Stay Safe, Love You The Sequel 🌸

Nobara trying to protect Nitta while fully concussed!!!

NANAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WIZARD ACCOUNTANT DAD'S HERE TO THE RESCUE!!!

I now have a new appreciation and understanding for everyone's lustful feelings for Nanami. I get it:

Ijichi's alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh thank god. Stay alive!!!!!!!!!!!

"You would hinder me, and be in the way." A harsh but fair verdict for Nobara

Of all the people fighting on the side of curses, Choso is the one whose motivations are most understandable

"This guy has beaten my brothers before. They wouldn't lose to some idiot." Lot of confidence in that statement, Choso. I'm not saying Yuji's an idiot, but he learns best on the job and with advice. Benefit of Mechamaru's wisdom, in this case

It's fun that when the sorcerers don't know what's going on, they have an omniscient narrator/mission reporter cut in with an explanation

Also, if I were Choso, I would simply leave the bathroom LMAO

"So even if I die, I'm taking this guy out! I don't have to be the one to rescue Gojo-sensei!" YUJIIIIIIIII

UNBELIEVABLE, IS YUJI, LIVERLESS, UNCONSCIOUS AND FULL OF HOLES, GOING TO WIN THIS BATTLE ON THE BASIS OF A FRIENDSHIP MONTAGE?

Are they suggesting Yuji is ALSO the manifestation of a cursed womb. Because I hope the fuck not!!!

It seems Nanako and Mimiko are going to save Yuji because they share a purpose: Getting-Sensei-Dad-Released-From-Horrors

"Ui Ui? Will you die for me?" "Are you sure that's alright? May I die for you?" This sibling relationship has unsettled me from the moment it appeared on screen LMAO

"I guess there's never been a case where I've been better off alone." Nanami's hard line for co-combatants is that he will not intentionally put first years at risk (fair, given his history)

It's interesting how the ocean spirit seems the least aware and battle-hungry, given that The Ocean Has Many Things to Fear

I said this, and the Ocean immediately exploded into a taller, buffer cursed spirit

"Projection Sorcery. The cursed technique of Naobito Zen'in. It splits one second into 24 frames from his field of view, and allows him to trace the actions created in those frames at the start." Do you think it's fun for the animators to animate a power that's based on animation?

So THIS is where the beach domain came from! What a throwback!

Shikigami really do make sense for the Ocean as an attack

MEGUMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!! He said: Hey Maki, I heard you were fighting shadows and hating old Zen'in men without me! What gives?

"The other two?" "Ino-san tapped out. Itadori's acting on his own." Nanami's first words to Megumi being about the other kids!!! I LOVE U

WHAT AN ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIC WAY FOR TOJI TO REAPPEAR

I guess that answers the question of if Megumi would be able to recognize his dad. The answer is no!

"His fangs were constantly directed towards the strongest." That doesn't bode well for Megumi later on

Update from 8 minutes later: I WAS RIGHT, IT DIDN'T BODE WELL

PLEASE TELL ME THAT NANAMI AND MAKI ARE FIREPROOF???

"Now there should be at least 15 fingers inside Itadori." Oh. Oh no Yuji. This is NOT good for Yuji!

Also also. Is that the BEST way to say it? Is it?

"Below us, there's a man in monk's robes with a suture across his forehead. Please kill him." I feel like Nanako and Mimiko's request will go over well, purely because they're deferential and they're women and Sukuna seems like the type to be entertained by women. Plus, they're asking him to kill, which he loves doing. Although he does hate being told what to do, so it's a toss-up

Well, I think holding the finger above Sukuna's head (metaphorically) turned the tables against them

Rest in pieces, Nanako and Mimiko (literally, unfortunately)

"You're true to your word, yes?" I thought the pact with Yuji involved Sukuna NOT killing any humans while he's running his body? I feel like that constitutes not being true to your word

Fhkjhkjhgkjhggh you know, fair on what's-his-face for just stalling. He's not strong enough to help Gojo, clearly!

I wonder at what point during getting his ass beat will Megumi learn that it is his father doing the beating

"What's your name?" "Fushiguro?" "It's not Zen'in? I'm glad." Evil Dilf wins one (1) dad point by killing himself in front of his son to prevent his evil instincts from murdering him????

Jogo said: My real desire was the very human experience of wishing for Daddy (Sukuna) to say he was proud

UNWILLING TO BELIEVE THAT SUKUNA HAS A FRIEND. UNREALISTIC. BLOCKED!

"Wake up, you shitty sorcerer!" said Blond Bitch, as if he were not wholly responsible for Megumi being unconscious by attacking him from behind

Ahhh Megumi thinking of Gojo, who has always believed in his strength, and who disapproved of his fallback of giving up his life

"Urgent business." Sukuna said: Team Gojo is incorrect. Megumi is MY special little man 💞🗡️👅 Bye Uraume!

Until Sukuna actively does something to Megumi. I am kind of obsessed with how obsessed he is. He's evil, but he's got weird crush, it feels like. Grimdark Greedl!ngfan until proven otherwise

NOT MEGUMI MENTALLY APOLOGIZING TO YUJI FOR DYING!!!!!!!!! THEY ARE SO 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"Don't die on me. There are things I need you to do for me." He is healing him! They make no effort to make this sound NOT like a weird crush:

Yuji is not going to be well when he finds out how many mass causalities Sukuna has caused in his body

"You might have defeated me, in the state I was in back then. Now you've fascinated me, Fushiguro Megumi!" OBSESSED

I suppose the implication of Shigemo not knowing of his miracle power is that he has been riding through life on luck alone

Sukuna dropping off Megumi to his teachers. What must they think?!

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YUJI. Throwing up is an incredibly fair response to speed-running the memories of mass murder

I don't know how Yuji will ever be able to live any kind of normal life after this:

THANK GOD Nanami's alive. It's like they give you just enough to hope for that you won't stop watching completely

Oh god. If Nanami dies now, I will lose it. WHY ARE YOU STILL FIGHTING!! I mean, I know why, BUT WHY

"I've been here the whole time." Mahito, I swear to FUCK

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Yuji cannot witness whatever Mahito is about to do to Nanami, he is already in the throes of PTSD

"You take it from here." NO, NO, NO NANAMI :(((((((((((((((((((((

I HATE THIS SHOW!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL

You know, I just don't know what to do with this show. Like I don't see the benefit of continuing. A lot of shows have put me through a lot, but this is the one that I think is hardest to watch, because the deaths mean nothing. It helps nothing. You learn nothing. It's just like, "Enjoy getting to know these people and watch them die in extremely violent circumstances." What am I supposed to root for? That Nobara doesn't die in front of Yuji, like Nanami did? That Gojo gets out of his prison soon enough to see what hell on earth has happened without him? That Yuji doesn't completely fall to Sukuna? That Megumi doesn't end up with all of his friends dead and/or gone? WHAT DO VIEWERS GET FROM THIS

"Itadori Yuji wasn't my only natural enemy?" Honestly. Hard to do commentary now. But good for Nobara:

"You've let me believe that I'm not alone." Yuji <3

I'm back to hopeless. Unless Nobara has some sort of 'you didn't touch my soul, you touched my hammer's soul' trap card

Megumi 🤝 Nobara: Being a menace to bullies as a child

Ah yes, menstrual rice, the tradition we all know about

"Nobara-chan changed after she met Saori-chan." Awww, baby's first role model

Nobara crying for leaving her friend Fumi!!! Sweet girl

"I hope Nobara-chan's doing well," said Saori, before it cut to Nobara definitely not doing well

The visualization of Nobara's previous metaphor of the people with seats in her life, and the way Nobara also has a seat for her younger self. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH:

"Itadori. Tell everyone for me: Life wasn't so bad." NOBARA 😭

The way they all try to fix the shirt together 😭😭😭 Team Gojo

Megumi my boy always ready to take the hit for his friends 💕 Also LMAO @ Gojo, "What's the matter, Megumi?"

I don't blame Yuji for straight up giving up. Me too Yuji

"This is a war to determine which of those will be left standing a century from now." Call me crazy, Mahito, but I don't think people whose main life purpose is torturing people is a legitimate side. Like jujutsu sorcerers exorcise curses BECAUSE of what they do. If a curse's purpose were to make people play baseball or go to the movies, who would kill that?

Even if we buy into the premise of curses fighting for their own existence, it's sort of like, "Team A and Team B are fighting. Team A has killed a lot of Team B over many years. Team B has also done that, but also needs to kick eleven hospitalized children in the face for their enjoyment every day to keep going. What a dilemma!"

We interrupt this programming to say: Never in my life I have been happier to see Todo

"Sukuna killed so many. So I have to save... that many more people." Yuji 😟

"This is not a matter of sins or punishments. The moment we chose to live as jujutsu sorcerers, our lives were no longer bound by such karma." Todo said: Jujutsu sorcerers can do no wrong actually, and that is how I've decided to live my life

Todo said: The greatest punishment is being alive ❤️ Hope that helps!

"Todo-san's little brother doesn't look like him at all." Todo said: Who needs context! Bros for life

"I'm just saying that the chance [that Nobara survived] isn't zero. Please don't get your hopes up too high." Blond Kyoto First Year Baby Brother Nitta sums up energy of this show in a single sentence:

"I'll make sure I take on your share of suffering too, Nanamin." 😨

Ohhhhhhhh I'm glad Mechamaru and Miwa have their chance to talk. Poor Miwa

I honestly fully support Mechamaru manipulating his friends to not be in Shibuya. I wish nobody was in Shibuya, and I'm going through Shibuya this week

"Whatever shape it takes, as long as you're happy, my wish has come true." Romantic Bastard Behaviour

"And that's all thanks to that woman." Wild that Mahito is the first person to acknowledge Nobara's full strength

I appreciate how silly Todo's animations are. They're like, "Here, as a treat."

Back from my vacation in Japan after a couple of weeks and returning to to finish this season, and let me tell you, watching this show in the hours leading up to leaving made for a very harrowing first time at the train station. They use incredibly accurate building modelling in this show. Also, I did get a little Nanami keychain. In any case, I have returned to finish hurting my feelings

Opposite to my prior point, they make all of Mahito's animation as gross as possible

"Forgive me, you pitiful souls." Ahhh, Todo

Mahito using Gojo's split second domain technique to attack his student. GET GOT, MAHITO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Props to Todo for immediately getting rid of his own arm to prevent dying?????????????????????

"And he can't clap his hands anymore." I did wonder how long it would take for the clapping thing to come up. Mahito would probably have won this fight if curses (Hanami, specifically) bothered to tell each other anything. Maybe the real technique everyone needed was communication

Absolute, extreme regret to ever echo Mahito, but: Huh?

Todo touching Mahito just so Yuji could get an opening!!! 😭😭😭

"Instant Spirit of Distorted Killing." Why does the average special cursed spirit form simply look like a particularly sadistic, anthropomorphized tree?

[Narration slide] "There is no sorcerer who can unleash Black Flash at will." Then what's the attack chanting for? Just hoping it'll work?

I don't think I enjoy Yuji's smile being slashed open Joker Style

"I'll just kill you. And if you're ever reborn as another curse, I'll kill you then, too. You can change your name and change your appearance, but I'll still kill you again and again. I don't need meaning or a reason for it anymore. Maybe there will be some meaning to be found from my actions several centuries after I'm dead. But I'm sure I'm just one big cog in the wheel. And I'll keep on killing curses until I rust away." Yuji said: New life philosophy unlocked: Murder your problems until you die 💖

I'm not sure I'm comfortable with HOW Yuji has found inner peace, but he does seem like he has an achievable goal

Fake Geto said: I haven't caused problems in a while! Hope you didn't gain any hope while I was gone.

"No matter what judgment gets doled out to Itadori later now that Gojo is gone, I won't be taking your side. I'm in favour of Itadori Yuji's execution." I can't say I blame Kusakabe for his position

I do wish they'd stop doing this with Mei Mei. Whoever wrote this said: I have feelings for my family that should only be discussed with a psychiatrist 😀

Choso said: Where one brother of Yuji's (Todo) falls, another one rises up (me) like a fucked up little tag team of camaraderie

I also should've known better than to think Mahito might actually die. That's hope! Stupid.

I have never been LESS happy to see the Kyoto School. GO HOME

The payoff for the forced pregnancy storyline they dropped last season is that Fake Geto is Choso's DAD? Disgusting. Terrible. Leave. Kick rocks. You will NEVER be the Evil DILF that Toji is!!!

Alright. Alright. I will allow the Kyoto students to be here for one moment, if only for the comedy of Choso yelling "KAMO NORITOSHI" and Blood-bending Teen Kamo pointing and going, "Watashi? (Me?)" It WAS funny.

"How dare you make me try to kill Itadori? My little brother!" said Choso, like he had nothing to do with that decision

If the payoff for Choso calling Yuji his little brother that Fake Geto is also his dad. I don't want it. I would rather just disintegrate.

"I strongly sensed the death of Itadori Yuji, right before my eyes. Which means that Yuji must also be my blood-related younger brother." 😷😷😷 I don't have words strong enough for how much I wish this episode had ended with 16 minutes ago (it's been 15:55 minutes)

I truly, truly don't want to believe this but does this mean that Kamo and Sukuna had a terrible threesome with Yuji's poor mother to create Yuji? I don't want that. I keep saying it. It's not helping

"Just asking, but you two are strangers, right?" "Worse than strangers. He nearly killed me once already." I like that Todo has set the premise for Yuji simply being called siblings by strangers who have beat the crap out of him, so he's just like, 'Well. It happens.'

"First it was Todo. Are you sure you aren't emitting dangerous pheromones or something?" Panda said: Maybe you just stink of brotherly love, Yuji

Tsukumo said: Me and Choso together will fill the void of Todo being gone

"Japan would practically have a monopoly on cursed energy. Other nations, especially that superpower, wouldn't stand by and allow that." HFFHFJHFKJJH the clouds and angle make the geography a little hazy, but I can only assume this is a shot at the U.S. Yeah, Tsukumo, the U.S. would be the problem with killing everyone who's not a sorcerer! Not anything else!

JJK really said: You thought Megumi was safe just cause he wasn't on screen? SURPRISE. WE ARE GOING TO KILL HIS SISTER:

They are going to elaborate on how the rest of Japan is doing, but NOT on how the Kyoto students get out of this situation

OKKOTSU!!!!!!!!! Resident Nice Little Guy coming to save the day

"That's bad, Rika-chan. Don't overdo it." Hey. Hey. What?

"He cut off Inumaki's arms in Shibuya." WHAT!!!!!!!!! WHEN!!!!!!!

"Satoru Gojo has been deemed an accomplice to the Shibuya incident and is hereby expelled from Jujutsu Society. In addition, any attempt to free him from his seal will be deemed a crime." This is most extreme form of victim-blaming for any one person in anime I've seen

Resident Nice Little Guy Okkotsu is now Resident Yuji Executioner

I can't imagine Megumi will tolerate any of this. He's going self-expel from Jujutsu Society

[Yuji claps] [Numerous cursed spirits emerge out of the water like he's now trying out a Cursed Manipulation Kekkei Genkai] HEY. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

I don't know what to say about this show anymore. I don't know what this was, except exhausting. However, that was more than enough for me. Goodnight.

[yokakaiju]

tristamp thoughts/live watch ramblings

preface: i already have a very bad impression of tristamp. i literally have been into trigun for maybe a week now and i have seen most of 1998, but im trying to go into tristamp with a clear head and view it objectively, but i genuinely looked at the character designs and legatos redesign made me resent it immediately tbh...

ANYWAY, im live watching as i write this, so apologies if its sporatic

okay so the good stuff so far

uhh... its very pretty!!! ill give it that. it really shows the evolution of 3d anime over time, and as someone who typically doesnt enjoy it i think tristamp is absolutely beautiful. first 3d anime i ever saw was knights of sidonia and i have a deep appreciation for where 3d anime is now compared to a decade ago

i kinda like meryls new design the best? i like her hat, its cute. everyone else is so... eh, tho. merylls redesign is chill with me tho

roberto is fine ig. i like old men characters sometimes and like, idk whenever im not sad abt milly not being here im okay enough with roberto existing

now on to my ever growing laundry list of complaints that ik will get worse if i keep watching (spoilers for trimax probably)

one, WHY IS VASH LIKE THAT?? LIKE WHY IS HE SUCH A WHINY CRYBABY?? LIKE SHUT UP DAWG!!! idk, ik vash is a silly emotionally explosive highly insecure funny little fella and i love him for it, i think vash is a great character, but why did they make him kinda a pathetic bitch in stamp? like, i usually dont watch dubs but i am for trigun cause my tv is kinda far from my bed and i dont wanna sit uncomfortably to read subs rn (BLEH!!!), so maaaaaaaybe sub vash is better, and no shade to the va i like his voice a lot for vash tbh, but bro pls stop crying every two seconds im gonna lose it. why is vash lowkey proslavery (THIS IS A JOKE), BUT FR!!! why is he more like... idk chill with plants being used ig ????? im sure hes not really, but like... dude, you arent the same

two, okay this made me actually mad, but why in the actual fuck was knives immediately introduced and why is he like some weird well known plant stealing cave hermit??? like??? no??? he wouldnt do that??? also why is he so present in this world LIKE DOES LOST JULY NOT EXIST IN THIS CANON??? WHAT IS THIS??????? i literally hate this rewrite. like... trimax is right there dawg... you did not have to rewrite literally everything. addition as i watch episode 3, why is he like that? why can he make purple? why does he have razors??? he doesnt talk like that ever??? why is he so??? i hate him actually??? this is not the knives ik and love??? who is this skinwalker????? HE DID NOT ACT LIKE THIS IN TRIMAX WHO IS THIS??? I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THEY REWROTE KNIVES THIS WAY OH MY GOD

three, why did everyone get an objectively bland redesign? like... i dont mind vashs hair. idgaf, but i literally hate his fucking totk link "lost power source" green ass arm. why cant it just be an ugly brown robot arm with a gun in it. whys it gotts be all "cool" and "green" and "mysterious", like IT DOES NOT HAVE TO BE CYBERCORE TECHWEAR NEOFUTURISM ASS SHIT!!! i havent seeeeeeen wolfwoof in action yet, but i fucking hate his tristamp design. WHY IS HE A TWINK??? WHERE ARE HIS BOOBS??? WHY IS HE NOT A PRIEST??? LITERALLY TURNED A PERFECT CHARACTER INTO A BASIC BITCH FOR NO REASON. also like... knives. why is he... why is he like that. put shoes on plz the sand is hot babygirl. why are you wearing a tumour coat and ugly matrix ass bodysuit? where did your shoulderpadded objectively cooler dio-esque military outfit go? especially tho, i DESPISE legato and livios redesigns. i think they are SOOOOO butt ugly in tristamp and FOR WHY??? WHY DID THEY MAKE LEGATO SO FUCKING UGLY??? LIKE HE WAS SO HOT IN 98 AND ESPECIALLY IN TRIMAX OH MY GOD HES SO HOT LITERALLY DROOLING THINKING ABT HIM RN MY BABYWABY BOOBOO BEAR. THEY BUTCHERED HIM SO BAD AND IT PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH!!! AND LIVIO OH MY GOD WHY DID THEY DO THAT TO HIM??? HIS TRIMAX DESIGN IS OS FUCKING PEAK HE IS SO AMAZING AS AN EYE OF MICHAEL AND ESPECIALLY AFTER HE REFORMS AND BECOMES A COWBOY BABEYYY!!!! BUT NOOOO THEY MADE HIM AN UGLY ASS CYBERPUNK ASS BITCH!!! THEY MADE HIM SO FUCKING LAME AND BORING!!! PATOOEY I HATE HIS FUCKING DESIGN!!!! okay so wolfwood just showed up, can officially say hes the weakest version of wolfwood and that i do not like him. hes giving non sonic fan perception of shadow vibes. ALSO WHERE IS HIS MELANIN THEY TOOK IT AWAY!!! THE MELANIN VACCUM STRIKES AGAIN!!! tbf, he didnt have MUCH but he was a little brown, not literally just a white man

four, where. the. fuck. is. milly. i LOVE milly. she is one of my faves ever, im so sad she isnt here. genuinely...

five and probably last for rn, why is the pacing so bad. like its not good in trigun or trimax really, and especially bad in 1998, but it SO ASS!!! like its so blink and you'll miss it, which kinda stands for every trigun... but expected this to be like at least a liiiiittle better i dunno

conclusions: im gonna keep watching it maybe? but like... i dont like it. its bad imo. literaly have been into trigun for one week and am in mourning that trimax will likely never have a proper adaptation. i just wanna see angel knives in his full glory, not whatever tf tristamp is trying to push here

[dietraumerei]

Weekly Writing and Reading Update

Hello! I am writing from the light of my Christmas tree which has just enough pine scent that I catch whiffs of it, and it is lovely.

The fight against completely turning into a forest floor continues, mostly because it is clear that I need both rest and activity and also to eat a vegetable once in awhile, and trying to balance all of these without getting into Bad Thoughts zone when it comes to a need for exercise and eating a wide(r) range of food. so yay December! Also I'm eating pomegranate rn and getting my keys all sticky, whoops.

Writing

Beginnings is now updated through ch 4; I should put another chapter up in a day or two. I managed to not write a single word this past week -- just been busy and lazy, mostly. I am honestly embracing writing less, because I think it'll mean I write better, or frankly I probably just need a break.

Reading

I finished the latest Perveen Mistry Mystery, The Mistress of Bhatia House and it was wonderful but oh my god it is STRESSFUL and kind of a hard read at times because everyone is just being a huge dick to each other. (Also there's a pretty major plot point left totally un-tied-up at the end which is wild, but I guess it'll get sorted next book?)

[magnetarmadda]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks @shinyopals and @ollieofthebeholder for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Currently 84, hopefully 85 before I go to bed! (We’ll see how that goes—I’m answering asks/tags because the fic words won’t work rn and I’m trying to distract my brain into figuring out how to finish the fic)

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

313,076

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily The Magnus Archives, but also Hello from the Hallowoods, The Murderbot Diaries, and I’ve got both Vesta Clinic and Tell No Tales fic ideas percolating. I also have a Sherlock Holmes short mystery I’ll eventually share, probably lol

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Lucky Stars - 699 kudos

Mysterious Love - 642 kudos

Here to Forever - 560 kudos

Oh my god they were (platonic) roommates - 499 kudos

Terror in the Archives - 497 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments?

It can take me a bit, but I try to respond to each one!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This Is Our Last Goodnight - I tagged it “this is the bad ending,” for reference lol. I do have a wip that will be worse than that one, though—its wip title is The Bad Ending, and its published title will be The Archive Undying. It’s…yeah, it’s not a happy one, but I’m very pleased with how it’s turning out (it is, however, not the fic I’m hoping to finish tonight)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I tend to write happy endings for TMA, probably because it is a tragedy and I do enjoy writing the opposite, but I also like making people feel good with my writing. Happiest ending is, I think, hard to pick, but I am very fond of how Have I Always Loved You ends (and I’m only a little biased because I gave it the same title as the song I walked down the aisle to)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Uh, I have before, in a fandom from a long time ago

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, but not often, and I typically write from my own experience as a sex-neutral/sex-favorable ace.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not usually, I can’t remember one but I think I did one a long time ago? I don’t have anything against them, and in fact there are some I really enjoy, but I find it hard to combine multiple sets of characters in my own head in understandable ways. Everything becomes all smushed together and characters lose themselves. I instead combine worlds and use only one set of characters from that world. For example, I’m working on a TMA-Hadestown fusion story, where it takes the structure and world of Hadestown and overlays TMA on top of it, so that both worlds are recognizable but the story I’m telling is still distinct (someday, this fic will be finished. It’s…an undertaking lol)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! And I’m hoping to do so again! I enjoy co-writing

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Jmart has definitely taken over my brain, and they’re in the Hall of Fame for ships for me now. Is that my all time favorite ship? I don’t know, I don’t know how to even determine that for myself

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I’m not speaking this into existence, I’m going to pretend all of my wips will get finished, because if I even hint to myself I might not do it, then I definitely won’t. It becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy really

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, emotions, and turns of phrase—I’m good with metaphors and using slightly unusual phrasings to evoke particular images, sensations, or feelings

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get stuck in my own head a lot, trying to figure out the “best” way to write something instead of the way that works to tell the story, and I can get very tell-not-show-y when I’m having problems getting through a scene

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don’t know if I’ve done that, but I don’t mind it. I love when writers give translations, because I like trying to figure out which words correspond to what and how the sentence is structured. I enjoy languages lol, even though I’ve had a hard time in the last couple of years retaining any (damn you brain fog *shakes fist*)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically, Encyclopedia Brown (a kid detective)—it was a closed door murder mystery, and even twenty years later I’m still fairly pleased with how I reasoned out the ending. First fandom I published a fic online for? HP, although you won’t find any of my HP fics on ao3 anymore. FF.net probably still has some, but I abandoned the username I used there a long time ago

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Okay, actually, don’t @ me, but my favorite fic ever was an HP fic I wrote when I was first trying to use fiction writing to process an abusive relationship I was in during college. It was the first time I really put a lot of myself emotionally into a fic, and it turned out really well, but it’s no longer available online. I intend to rewrite it from scratch as an original piece and put it in a short story collection someday

My favorite fic you can find on ao3, though, that’s harder. I write fics that I personally like, or else I change the story or stop writing it altogether. Fic is for fun for me, and I don’t want to waste time on a fic that I don’t enjoy. Mysterious Love and Lucky Stars are both definitely up there, but I’ll go with a fic I haven’t mentioned yet—And There’s You, which is just a really really self-indulgent five chapter jmart love-fest of a fic

Tagging (absolutely no pressure): @probsnothawkeye @fruitviking @shadow0haven @exactly-myself @therealandian @hihereami and any other friends who’d like to do this!

[stevethehairington]

1, 2, 3, 8, and of course... 11 for the ST ask game ♡

ahh blakeeee!!! ty for sending so many!!! 💕💕

(also omg i was almost entirely finished answering all of these and then i fAT FINGERED MY KEYBOARD and it deleted everything 😩 i tried my best to rewrite them as best as i could but damn. rip to anything that slipped through the cracks)

1. Favorite character and your favorite outfit of theirs?

ooh okay i think i have to go with steve harrington as my favorite character, because as much as i love eddie, steve has been IT for me since the beginning. steve has taken me on a whole journey, i have been right there with him since the beginning. i am ride or die for that bitch!! lkdfjsl.

and as for favorite outfit, ohhhh man that's tough. he's got a LOT of good ones!! but. if i had to choose one, it would probably be that cute little bubble vest fit he wears at the end of s3 when he and robin are bring their resume in to family video. it's just so cute and he looks so good in it, and also his hair with it is Thee Perfect Length for me, like i love steve with his hair long enough that it starts to curl at the ends. the whole Look is just too good.

(this one!! i couldn't find any good photos so this gif will have to do)

2. Favorite season of Stranger Things and your favorite scene in it?

this is another hard question because my answer totally depends on what exactly is meant by favorite lmao. like, if favorite means which season is the one that i love most and has captivated me the most then the answer would be season 1, because that one is just next level!! like, the vibes, the relationships, the mystery, the conflicts, the discoveries!! it's all so good and s1 does a FANTASTC job of setting up the whole show!! but then if we're looking at favorite as meaning which one did you have the most fun watching and enjoyed a lot then my answer would be season 3, because that season is just SO fun!! it's so vibrant and bright and it truly encapsulates summer so well!! not to mention it gives us scoops troop my BELOVED, and we see more of the relationship between steve and dustin my beloveds, AND there's more erica!! AND this season gives us ROBIN!!! AND ROBIN AND STEVE!!! so!!!! its a huge win and its a great season for those reasons!!

3. Favorite scene in the entire series?

i think this is probably going to be SUCH an obvious answer because it's probably the one everyone and their mother gives, but, i HAVE to go with robin's coming out scene. like, it's just one of the best coming out scenes i've ever seen. and that is ENTIRELY because of maya hawke. like god, her expressions throughout that whole scene? as steve describes the girl he likes and it becomes strikingly clear that he's talking about robin and robin is sitting there like how do i break it to him. god her face is just. SO REAL. and then when she says "steve" in that tiny whisper of a voice, and her eyelashes sort of flutter like she's trying not to cry and she gives him that LOOK. MY GOD ITS GOLDEN ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. im tearing up rn just thinking about it. and then steves reaction too!! his little oh, and the way he just immediately starts making fun of robin's taste in girls, just steadfastly accepting her and not making it into something huge and scary. just treating her like shes robin and not anybody or anything different. the way robin feels SO much relief and joy and safety there. god its just such a beautiful scene and so powerful too and i just love it so so much.

(i do HAVE to give a shoutout to the running up that hill scene at the end of dear billy because NO scene has EVER given me chills the way that one did. the way max's grief has been drowning her and the complete turning point this scene was for that. like this was the first moment that she chose to not let that grief win. she fought it and she fought it hard and she pulled herself out. she had help, of course, the memories of her friends, the ones she loves, but it was ultimately HER that saved herself in that scene. and godddd its SO powerful and its SO well done and just the way they used that son is INCREDIBLE and also sadie's acting in that scene is just PHENOMENAL, and then when it ends and max is in lucas' arm with dustin and steve surrounding her too and the soft instrumental version of running up that hill plays as the screen goes black. C H I L L S!!!!!!)

8. Favorite weapon/power?

another super basic answer probably but what can i say? my favorite weapon is 100% the nail bat. i mean, who wouldn't want a wicked baseball bat full of nails to swing at monsters?? i mean come on that is so badass. but ALSO i love that the bat has a little bit of all of the original monster hunting trio in it? like it's nancy's baseball bat, but jonathan is the one that put the nails in it and it was meant to be his weapon, but then steve claimed it as his own and used it and bam now it's his. i just love that symbolism!!!

11. Your opinion on Tommy Hagan?

HAHA I LOVE THAT YOU ASKED ME THIS ONE FKDDSFLKD (also the "of course" sdkfjdslf i am THAT transparent huh 😂)

nah but i fucking LOVE tommy hagan. he's just one of those characters that isn't necessarily given a firm backstory or anything, but there is juuuuuuust enough personality that it is SO easy to build your own backstory and mold it and him into something you want it to be — and boy oh BOY have i done that with tommy myself lmao.

but yeah it's like — the tommy we see, sure, he's an asshole, and yes, he says and does some really shitty things, BUT i don't think anything he's said and done has reached that level where it's like totally and completely irredeemable, yknow? like he's not so far gone that he can't turn himself around (hello!! steve did!! and sure, maybe steve is a kinder, nicer person at his core, but if he can do it, so can tommy, especially given that tommy idolized steve so much.)

there's just something to me that is so fascinating about taking a very simple one dimensional character and giving him layers. giving him three dimensions. putting him in scenarios and giving him motivations that explain WHY he is the way he is and HOW he got there and WHO influenced that? filling in those gaps makes him a MUCH richer character and in turn makes his interactions with the other characters SOOO much more interesting and layered.

like, i love to think that tommy is the middle child in a large family of all girls. he's got two older sisters and two younger sisters. i oscillate between liking to think that his parents are still together but overwhelmed with work and the girls and other responsibilities, or that theyre divorced so tommys grown up with a single mother in charge. either way, tommy ends up sort of forgotten, just a bit. there's not enough attention for him, which is why when STEVE gives him attention for the very first time, when he CHOOSES tommy for the first time, tommy is stuck on him for life.

their friendship grows and so do they and steve stays this constant through it all, and that means so much to tommy. i think that once girls start to show an interest in steve and once steve starts to show an interest back, tommy gets jealous, because that means that steves full attention isn't on him anymore. (and whether you look at it through a 'tommy has a crush on steve' lens or not it still applies either way ((though as im sure you're all aware i DO look at it through that lens LOL))).

carol joins their group, and either steve nudges tommy towards her or tommy nudges himself towards her because, well, if steves gonna get himself a girlfriend, so is tommy because he's not getting left behind. and he loves carol, he does, but also it's a lot more complicated than that (see the beginning of my latest fic, keep me on a rope, for more on The Complicated Relationship of Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins because ohohoho boy do i have THOUGTS on that).

and then nancy wheeler happens and steve gets his heart broken AND his world rocked AND the biggest thump on his head of his life and suddenly he's not tommys best friend anymore. he's not even his friend. and that fucking HURTS tommy. because look at that? even STEVE left in the end. and so tommy lashes out. he gets meaner. he latches onto billy hargrove, but he doesn't give a shit about tommy. he puts up that protective shell so he can't get hurt again, and that means never letting anyone in again. that means settling for what he has, who he has. that means stewing in these hurt feelings and this awful grudge and the hatred for years and years until—

somewhere down the line (way waaaaaay down the line) tommy gets tired of it. he gets sick of being bitter and lonely and miserable. and he finally gets HIS thump on the head. he does some digging deeeeeeeep into himself and he does a lot of self reflection and he realizes that fuck. he's been an asshole. he's been a jerk. he's been a total dick. he's hurt people he loved, people who didn't deserve it. he's pushed them away. he's isolated himself. he's turned into this shell of what he could have been.

and so he starts to work on himself. starts to make amends.

or he doesn't. that's a possibility too. he can get stuck in his ways and he can live out a bitter lonely miserable life too!

but that's the thing about tommys character — he can be and do and say whatever you want!!!! and THAT is why i love him so much.

(plus, as i said it is just SOOOO fascinating to explore his relationship with steve and with carol because BOTH are SOOOO complicated and SOOOO layered and there is just SO much going on in that little brain and body of his that even HE can't sort through it all.)

stranger things ask game

[thegeminisage]

got 20m before i gotta pick up my aunt from school go go go go

first thing im doing is investigating this mysterious voice behind the wall jerrin knocked over. really hilarious btw how shes like genre savvy? shes like yeah okay i'm dead. goodbye forever my loving family this is literally it i've been cursed. so true queen

oh, THIS is the swaperoo statue!! nice.

lkdfjgh the statue went from the outskirts of the village to being...trapped in a pond? to here. when was this statue in a pond??????? i love that it refers to zelda as hylia btw. nice touch. like oh here's the goddess 10k+ years later still banishing me :/

as for the other direction in this tunnel...does this go all the way to the castle?? the music got a little spooky suddenly...

good grief this is ENDLESS. BLUE ROCKS?? im gonna use up all my bombs and weapons lol

OH.........this was in the livestream! i knew it looked familiar!

NEW ARMOR!!!!!! oh my god it was worth it...

ugh my bombs dont even make a dent in these blue rocks...gotta do it the ahrd way

i hope they dont respawn on the blood moon lol i have a feeling i'll run into something awful and have to come back later

that being said i was thinking maybe i heard a redead behind some of thjese rocks bc i KNOW they are in this game but then it turned out to just be a stal...bokoblin. idr what theyre called. im Waiting to be jumpscared

aw there are fairies down here 🥺 much more valueable now that i no longer have mipha's grace

okay the mystery will have to wait it's time for me to leave :(

ok, another hour before my vet appointment. let's see how far i can get

I REMEMBER THIS ROOM! something awful is under those rocks but idr what lol

oh no, a stalnox...my last encounter with one did NOT end well, but then again i didn't have tulin and sidon with me...

unbelievable the indignity that i have to dig his ass out first. smh

aaaand one-hit KO. lucky i had these fairies lol

no defensive food :/ i'll have to stay very far away. too bad i can't let sidon and tulin do it for me...too bad i no longer have infinite bombs...

HE THREW AN EXPLOSIVE BARREL AT ME? I CAN'T RUN???

GOT HIM!!!!!! used up 2/3 of my fairies 😭

the gloom in here hasnt gone away tho. yikes. i am getting kind of close to the castle...

this reminds me of like the demonic miasma from okami actually. okami my beloved <3 waht a wonderful unique game that is still somehow a great zelda clone

fought my first ice like. ridiculously difficult but i got more ARMOR!!!

there too many PATHWAYS!!!! i am LOST!!!!

i definitely hear the castle music tho. yikes. if i pop out in that bitch im turning back around

i finally made it to the end of the tunnel in this direction, but i have other branches left to explore...i could totally ascend into the castle rn tho lmao. but i dont wanna

ok, exploring later, i have to leave lol

[darsynia]

There’s so little…everything.

Oh that hurts! You're so very good at setting up the mysteries here, it's aching in all the best ways, especially when it's from Steve's PoV. I particularly like the way you don't just illustrate how sad, empty, and confusing the clues are left behind (with no indication for we as readers which parts matter), but also Steve's physical discomfort as he seeks answers. I get the sense that he'd be in less distress if anything made sense, but not in a malicious way on Reader's part. Just that, the less he finds out, the more his unhappiness about the mystery and pain from the fight manifest themselves

Sadly, it occurs to Steve that if he’d just let you inject Avani, Bucky would be fine, here by his side, and safe.

Fuckkkkkk

You let out a heavy breath, muttering, “makes one of us.”

me rn

Those pyramid lines, girl... turn your back on us and write novels, jesus fuck! I mean, don't, or do both, but MY GOD Once again, I have to point out how Agatha Christie you are with your modicum of words that say SO MUCH. You've got the Soldier looking at things and it conveys so much, both in his muted mental intent and in Reader's immediate need to smooth over the assumptions and I just...

YOU GUYS SHOULD READ THIS FIC DON'T JUST SCROLL PAST MY REVIEW CLICK ON IT OK? SHE DIDN'T PAY ME TO SAY THIS

oh you [redacted], you gave Avani a wife for us to fret over him being humanized, I'm calling the FBI you need to be locked up

The action in this is superb! You don't hand-feed the moments to us, you trust us to understand what's going on, and that makes our brains dart to the next conclusion you've laid out, racing ahead along with Steve. Excellent, so good, gosh.

He doesn’t bother to tell Palmer where he’s going because Steve doesn’t want them to know really. He needs a head start to find Bucky—to make sure it’s Bucky who is found and rescued, not the Soldier who is cornered and subdued.

This is what good fanfic looks like, it takes our love for the source material and scatters it into new adventures in a way that makes us all the Leo Pointing meme! You've aligned us with Winter Soldier Steve once again desperately racing to get ahead of the curve.

I love how, throughout the story we know Avani was super shitty, but it's only after he's (spoiler) that you reveal to us exactly the breadth of his depravity. God, I wanted him to suffer more.

This is SOOOOO MCU, all of it, I am so delighted.

“Yes, hello,” Bucky grumbles from the living room. “Now shut the damn door. I’m hungry.”

Cracking UP, all of this was great but what a capper, no pun intended! You are a goddess 💚💚💚💚! This is a mini episode of an MCU show they'll never make, the utter fools! Understatement:

Time and Tines (2/3)

Reasons (see previous or series)

Steve Rogers x Villain!Reader

Summary: With the Winter Soldier on your side, Steve races against time to figure out why...and how to stop you.

Warnings for basically DARKFIC: talk of unspecified terminal illness, medical malpractice, gaslighting, revenge, gun violence, not overly graphic death but still death (not of Reader, Steve, or Bucky), and decidedly too-little editing. MINORS DNI. There's plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this isn't for you! WC 5242 (which is, yeah, way longer than it was supposed to be)

Steve will do anything to avoid a fire fight with the Winter Soldier. There are too many people involved now, and he has to approach this situation delicately from all angles.

Steve just does not understand yet.

After hours waiting with agents in the dark of Doctor Avani’s house, convinced you’ve ordered Bucky to come right over and kill the man with brute force, nothing happened. There was no sign of anyone. Steve has to try something else.

A small army protects Salvatore while he searches your apartment. If the key to activating his friend is here, he needs to find it, destroy that information, and get a handle on why this is happening.

“This can’t be right,” Steve mutters, pushing past Agent Palmer (who drove) for a better look. “It’s too clean.”

Your one-bedroom would pass a white-glove test.

There’s so little…everything. It’s a far cry from the chaos Steve woke to find in the police station. His head throbs at the memory. He forgot what it was like to have his bell good’n’rung.

“Supe says she’s been selling off furniture,” Palmer calls from the doorway, “but he thought it was replaced. Boxes kept coming.”

Steve inventories a mattress with no frame, half a dozen hanging garments, no shoes. What were you buying? Where did it all go?

The desktop is bare. You’ve taken any laptop with you, it seems. That’s a small comfort. You clearly planned contingencies for your attack andor escape; it’s fitting you had the foresight to hide your research on the Winter Soldier.

Steve is still scared, however, because he sat with Bucky many times, listening to horrible tales of being trapped in his own mind, powerless, isolated in the midst of everyone, unable to control thoughts much less actions.

This one’s gonna take a few more beers for the friends to contend with, but with any luck and quick work, they’ll get through without bloodshed. He and Bucky will decompress somewhere peaceful. It’ll be okay.

He hopes.

Steve scans the lone bookshelf. The most curious edition is a history book about WWII, a few flagged pages open to reveal passages about Bucky’s service record, an underline beneath the location where the sergeant fell from the train, and a mail receipt for an address on Forsythe Avenue keeping your page. That’s all.

It’s not even a unique read. The book isn’t any more specific than an average school text. No other notes are made in the margins, so Steve turns the book upside-down and shakes, hoping for something to fall out. He rips the other books from the shelf and shuffles their pages until a picture comes loose—a polaroid of three women.

You’re on the right, fuller faced but it’s you. On the back is scrawled “the girls” with hearts on either side.

The book is handwritten, no label on the cover or spine, only an embossed mandala design. Steve’s stomach drops, but he opens to the front flap.

Property of Faith Williams

He swallows roughly and closes it, unable to step over that line of privacy. At the moment, he needs evidence of where you could have taken Bucky, and slow-reading someone else’s diary won’t give him that.

Forsythe Avenue might, but that’s just one tiny piece of the puzzle. 

Steve checks a different unlabeled book, but it, too, doesn’t have your name inside, just a ‘Z’ fancifully drawn amidst doodles.

Damnit. This is no help.

“Palmer, you finding anything?”

“No, Cap. Bills all paid. Nothing under the mattress. No mention of Barnes on any papers in the drawers. Not even a Cyrillic symbol.”

No trace, just like how you two disappeared from surveillance.

Steve shuts his eyes, head still throbbing from how hard the Soldier landed a blow to knock him out.

The agent wanders through the tiny kitchen. “Fridge is empty. Doesn’t look like she intended to come back here…if…actually, it looks like she barely ate. No condiments, no spices, nothing.”

“How long has she rented here?”

“Over two years.”

Shit. This is a dead end.

“Keep looking,” Steve orders, but he takes the two journals and heads for the car, pulling up your thin file again. You don’t hold any clearances or a government footprint. You were let go of from your last job with a severance package. Nothing overly generous. No medical leave mentioned. Benefits, including health insurance, would be intact. Based on your appearance earlier versus you in the photo, Steve chews on a few wisps of theories, but it’s not solid proof. Without more, Steve has no leads.

“Friday, any connection to properties on Forsythe?”

He adjusts to get comfortable in the back seat of the SUV alone, firing up a view screen.

There’s a low, sad sound that means the AI found nothing in your records.

"For her or him?"

Womp womp, it comes again.

Steve lets out a tense breath, “Where are we with bank statements?”

“Authorizations just came back,” F.R.I.D.A.Y chirps.

“What about medical records?”

“That one’s a lot harder, Captain Rogers. We have to—“

“Just analyze the financials first,” Steve sighs. His head throbs again, and he knows he needs sleep. There’s no time though. If he could just get answers…

Protections exist, of course, for good reason, but Steve feels the frustration of any detective. He’s trying to find a bad guy, and by 'bad guy,' he means you, not the man you’ve taken, not the man you are certainly going to order to kill for you.

Steve rests his head on the chilly glass and pinches his eyes shut. He’ll take a minute, review the money trail, and then interview the doctor. It seems a miracle that man was able to go home to his wife and sleep, even with security inside the room, down every hall, surrounding the house…Steve wouldn’t do it; he can’t even keep his eyes closed long enough for the dry sting to subside.

How could he be so stupid?

You weren’t staring at him from across the room; you were watching your mark, waiting for an opening. Sadly, it occurs to Steve that if he’d just let you inject Avani, Bucky would be fine, here by his side, and safe.

You are the threat, not his friend, but that’s a hard distinction. If anyone else sees James Barnes—who is the stealth assassin Winter Soldier, as far as they know—they’ll shoot. No questions. Steve has to find him first. He has to get to you first.

Bucky is compromised, but Steve won’t let it come to that. Buck shouldn't do anything he doesn't want to do just because some enemy hijacked his mind and body.

“Feel better?” You twirl in the chair as soon as the motel bathroom door opens, steam billowing out.

Winter’s face is shadowed, pointed to the floor.

“Or…at least, okay? Here—“ you offer the seat next to you at the tiny table “—sit. Eat. Let me—I’ve got bandages for your knuckles.”

“Heals,” he grunts, sitting easily but with stiff posture, “fast.”

You let out a heavy breath, muttering, “makes one of us.”

The soldier reaches out for the file in front of you, but your hand pins it down.

“Uh-uh. Food first, and palm up here, please.” You wait for him to flip open the takeout container then blot antiseptic on the split skin. “Does that hurt?”

He shakes his head, focused on the meal before him.

Several months ago, an article was published about Bucky Barnes’ affinity for this one particular deli in Brooklyn, a third-generation shop. It listed his usual order.

You’ve made sure the bread isn’t soggy. You kept the spicy mustard on the side.

He makes a strange face, looking around for your portion.

“Not hungry,” you assure him, “I’m rarely hungry.” You secure the bandage like boxing wraps and spin the file around.

“Eat your food—” The command is soft, encouraging. “—while I tell you the story of how we ended up here.”

Buried in the file you’ve put in front of the Soldier is several lifetimes of horror. Maybe not everyone agrees with you, maybe not everyone cares, but that bastard Avani has to atone. For the next hour, you explain what’s expected of him, glancing every so often at the fancier hotel entrance across the street from your motel room.

It’s too early; you’d be very impressed if the Captain had followed those bread crumbs yet.

You planned so carefully for every obstacle. You anticipated so many setbacks. Men like Avani go down like great stone pyramids, not houses of cards, because their lives are built with safeties.  For him to fall, a thousand others have to be damaged, and each one of them will put up a fight to remain untarnished. That approach—the truth, and nothing but the truth—has gotten you nowhere. Diaries aren’t enough proof. The placebo effect is not a crime. Two women are worth far less than a functional, marketable drug.

Plus, they’re two dead women. The pyramid is now their tomb. Nothing ever changes.

No.

You alone cannot topple a pyramid. You’re too far gone. You’re just one person. For justice, you have to go straight to the top, to the man himself. One on one.

Well, one on one-plus-one. Your addition is the sharp-shooter who can get you the top, the target, Doctor Avani.

Winter’s mission is very simple, but he’s thorough, asking all the right questions, thinking of all the right options. You knew he would be perfect.

“Now,” you clap at the end of your story, rubbing boney hands together, “a rundown of my meds. Sound good?” You grab a zippered case from the foot of the motel bed. “Nothing complicated, but here—“ nudging out a syringe and one glass vial “—this is the emergency one. Use 10 milliliters of this if I pass out. Got it?”

The Soldier takes an enormous mouthful of his sandwich and nods, eyes flickering back to that single bed.

You smile sadly. “I…rarely sleep. I’m keeping watch for now. You’re safe. You’ll need the rest.”

He chews and adds more mustard before his last bite.

“Okay? Good.” Your smile fades, fatigue and restlessness swirling in your empty gut as you remove another medication. “Next is this one. Every four hours, twent—wait, no, I’m up to thirty CCs now…”

“Sir,” Steve grits out with far less patience than he intended, pinching the bridge of his nose as if it will stop the throbbing inside his head, “you realize I am trying to save your life?”

Dr. Avani purses his lips in annoyance. “And you realize I am required to keep my patients’ confidence, right?”

Yes, Steve thinks, he’s said that several times.

“Are they current or former patients?” Steve tries to clarify.

So far, Salvatore slipped up only once. When Steve showed him the photo from your apartment, the doctor muttered something about ‘Faith’ and ‘Ziva’ knowing each other, looking confused, then immediately shut down.

Steve has to switch tactics. He doesn’t have time for this.

“Ok. We found over a dozen hotel reservations made with your assailant’s credit card, so look at this list—” Steve taps the smart screen to lay out a map with the names highlighted “—and see if anything stands out.”

“What have this crazy woman’s travel plans to do with me?” Avani bites out, rattling the tea his wife hands him.

A tremor. Not unlike how your hands shook at the table last night. Steve wonders if yours was because you are ill or because you were lying to him.

“Darling, your blood pressure…”

Steve sighs sympathetically to Mrs. Avani. “Thank you, ma’am,” he whispers, taking the next cup and saucer and clearing his throat. “Doc, please. I’m just hoping you can narrow this down for me. We still have no motive.”

“Insanity. Jealousy, maybe!”

“Jealous of what? Do you know what she might want?”

No answer, but Avani chews his cheek, eyes wide, while staring northwest on the map of hotels. Steve files that away in his mind.

The doctor returns to sipping his tea. “Do you know what they call people obsessed with finding patterns in chaos?”

His wife drops the plate of biscuits unceremoniously down on the side table between the men’s chairs.

“Salvatore,” she snips with the same frustrated fatigue wrapped around Steve’s neck like an albatross, “behave.”

“No. None of these are familiar,” the doctor grunts.

Steve can’t accuse the man of lying unless he wants to risk an all-out breakdown in communication during this active threat, but he’s running out of options. He needs real information.

Usually Steve would have more respect for a man staying within the parameters of his vocation, but this is a unique and complicated situation. This is Bucky on the line. Steve’s had enough of secrets and red tape.

“Any idea why she’d mail something to Forsyth Avenue? Do you know anyone there?”

“Forsyth Avenue? No, I’ve never been in that area before, as far as I know.” Though Avani wrings his hands together, no indicates that’s a lie.

Wonderful. Steve’s never been this unsuccessful at gathering intel, and Avani’s status as the newly-appointed Avengers’ lead physician makes it tricky to push harder.

So Steve recommends Avani and his wife consider staying in a more secure location before he sets off to personally check the hotels in the northwest quadrant of the map.

He takes Agent Palmer, riding in the SUV while the two diaries sit in his lap, knowing now—as sure as he can be—that ‘Z’ is for Ziva, and she knew you and Faith Williams. Those are ‘the girls’ in the photo.

Without Ziva’s last name, he can’t do a general search, but there is a death certificate on file for Faith.

Three women. One confirmed dead. At least two ‘former’ patients of the doctor. All visibly ill in either the picture or in person. One mourning the loss of person(s) and out to kill the doctor.

The pit in his stomach grows. Something very bad is happening, yet while Steve has anything else to go on, he will not be reading another’s diary.

He can only hope that your medical records are finally available once the hotel searches are complete.

There’s even a possibility he’ll find Bucky at one of these. Maybe he won’t have to concern himself with the rest at all. Maybe he won’t have to think so hard about your motives for activating a Soviet sleeper agent.

Steve does think, however. He thinks hard enough to spiral as each reception desk is questioned, as all security footage is combed, as every building is cleared. He has to make some assumptions to make the pieces fit.

You believe Avani is responsible for your friends’ deaths—both of them, since when Steve interrogated you, you accepted his condolences—and believe their cause of death was whatever treatment Avani administered.

It’s sad, of course, but it happens everyday. Experimental treatments are just that. If you’re concerned about gross negligence, the doctor could easily be reported to the Medical Board. Considering the amount of research, forethought, and planning required, the Winter Soldier is one of the slowest possible solutions to your problem.

But…Bucky was just your contingency plan. You had an opportunity to kill Avani yourself, yet you still set other options in motion. You used a weapon theoretically deadly to only the doctor 

Steve still can’t understand, and it’s driving him nuts.

Finally, after the hotel reservations prove fruitless, Steve sees no other choice. He has to read the diaries.

He combs through the pages, growing nauseous as darker and darker layers of the situation reveal themselves, disturbed by everydetail except updates from the units on Forsyth Avenue or those stationed at the doctor’s house. Nothing is unfolding save the landscape in Steve’s mind.

He asks F.R.I.D.A.Y about the disease Faith and Ziva mention. He asks about the public records of the drug trial Avani lead and its results published just six months ago, after the last entries of the diaries. He notices the treatment was a huge success…for those not in the control group. Finally, he can’t continue.

His head pounds while his stomach churns.

In the early afternoon, Steve lays down to rest his eyes and reevaluate, but he’s met with only a blank  canvas and drifts to sleep instead.

He’s woken by a shrill ring of his phone.

“Yeah, Palmer, what’s—what? What do you mean he’s gone?” Steve jumps up, straps on his shield, and races to his bike. “The hell were you thinking letting him make a house call today? Where did agents—“

Steve’s foot slips right off bike for an instant.

“Avani led the driver to some suburban neighborhood. Forsythia Commons.”

It dawns of him just as the garage door squeals open.

Steve never showed Palmer the receipt. No one else saw the numbers to the address. Steve’s rattled brain finished the label with a street name he knew.

He was wrong.

Including battles in Germany way back in the day, he has rarely driven so recklessly, but Steve is nearly a half-hour behind now. He has to catch up.

Palmer tells him Avani went into the residence alone—for patient confidentiality—and after a while, agents couldn’t get an answer at the door. Upon forced entry, they found the woman who lived there bound to a chair with tape over her mouth and the doctor nowhere in sight.

Steve gets lucky.

On his way to exit the freeway, he notices a hole in the noise barrier wall past a slope of grass. He pulls over and asks Palmer what the backyard of the residence leads to, but Steve can hear the reverb of agent comms before anyone is visible through the brush.

“Friday, I need traffic camera footage from my location from thirty-five minutes ago. Were there any vehicles stopped on the side of the road?”

“Yes, Captain Rogers. A standard maintenance truck with the department’s logo shows up and leaves seven minutes later, based on ten second intervals.”

“The license plate, can you read it?”

“Quality insufficient.”

“The highway department, do they have any registered cars out here today?”

A long pause follows.

“Friday?” Steve barks.

“Negative, Captain. Inspection is slotted for the end of next week, not today.”

“Alright, follow that truck on the cameras. Tell me exactly where they went.”

He doesn’t bother to tell Palmer where he’s going because Steve doesn’t want them to know really. He needs a head start to find Bucky—to make sure it’s Bucky who is found and rescued, not the Soldier who is cornered and subdued.

The trail ends at a dilapidated office park near the river miles outside of the city. With his own, short fingernail, Steve peels away the Highway Department magnet slapped onto the white truck parked by one building.

Nobody else is in sight, and the truck cab is empty.

Across the nearest door is sun-shriveled lettering. “-alv—re Ava—, M.D” marks the third name in a list.

Steve doesn’t hesitate. He can’t. He walks right in, eyes adjusting to a cave-like darkness without electricity.

The voices are faint behind another set of double doors, but he hears them.

“I don’t owe you anything, bitch. I hope you die like they did.”

There’s a sharp slapping noise and someone spits loudly.

“Admit it. Admit what you did and you won’t die today.”

You don’t beg him to talk. You don’t plead with him. You sound weak but sure.

“Rot in hell,” Avani annunciates, and Steve flings himself through the doors, knowing what comes after such a taunt.

You give him every opportunity to come clean. He could save himself, but Avani refuses while the camera records behind you. He calls you names. He calls your friends worthless. He says they were ’whores,’ but you will still send him back to the correct authorities if he tells the truth.

He doesn’t, he won’t, and you’re honestly pleased this is how it ends.

You don’t have a choice really; you must honor Faith and Ziva somehow.

Instead of the truth, Avani curses you, though not much could be worse than your current fate, even with Winter standing a few feet away, his gun drawn.

You have readied the syringe in your unstable hand and lift it to the doctor’s throat when—crash—Captain America bursts in and scans the whole room.

“Don’t do it,” he tries plainly. “You don’t have to kill him.”

You’re impressed. That’s faster than you expected, but Steve is looking at his friend to stop, not you.

“Shoot him, you idiot,” the doctor snarls.

As if Winter thinks the order somehow applied to him, he turns toward an open palm and a raised shield.

“SHOOT HIM!”

Winter doesn’t move the gun away from you and Avani.

Steve steps closer. “Bucky,” he starts slowly, “I’m not going to do that. I’m not here to hurt you. No one has to die.”

You need to buy more time.

“Soldat, show him.”

Only then does Winter lower his pistol and reach into a pocket at his chest, revealing the tuning fork that controls his own mind. Doing this will forfeit your exit strategy, but you’ll accomplish you mission. Winter’s mission is now secondary.

Steve’s eyes flicker from the fork to you.

After a tense breath, you give the command, confident the soldier will obey, locking your focus on Steve.

“Fetch.”

Winter sprints to the other end of the room and explodes through a wall and then a window to the lawn banking the river.

Cap makes a choice, his sad blue eyes full of pity, and it’s then you realize he knows.

He read the diaries. He understands what Avani did.

Steve bolts after the Soldier.

The doctor shrieks for his Avenger to come back, to protect him from his earned fate, but the hollow thuds of a vibranium arm and a vibranium shield colliding hum through the hole in the building.

The sound of fighting continues as you return the syringe to Avani’s neck.

Enough. Enough excuses. Enough lies. Enough time has been wasted on this man already. Enough is enough.

The end is more peaceful than he deserves. It’s quick and not nearly as painful as it should be. There’s no time left for suffering.

Salvatore convulses after collapsing on the stained industrial carpet, foam gently dripping from his mouth, a symptom of his condition when mixed with a common resuscitative cocktail, one you have to take frequently, one that spiked Steve Rogers’ adrenaline and nothing more. It kills Avani. His heart nearly explodes in his chest.

If there was ever a human that medicine should fail…

You only know he’s susceptible because Ziva knew. Heart conditions and caring for them are the sort of thing one knows about a person they love.

Avani promised to marry her, to leave his wife, to be with her after the drug trial succeeded. He promised she’d live, but he told Ziva she was taking the real medicine, ensured she took the placebo, and then gaslit her until the day she died.

Ziva spent the rest of her life loving a man who would make her happy and healthy, but instead, Avani made her life as short as possible.

He was not even that kind to Faith.

In her own words, Faith wrote how dying scared her, how she begged the doctor for the actual medication, how she offered anything to get it. Avani accepted. Faith did whatever that bastard wanted for months, all the while told she was healing.

Relief never came.

Faith was bedridden when a package arrived for her—a diary willed to her by a friend she’d lost touch with once you three weren’t gathering in the same hospital suite for the old treatments. That’s when she put it together, but Ziva had passed two months prior. Faith lasted only four more days, just long enough to bequeath the two journals to you.

The victory doesn’t feel as euphoric as you expected. You thought somehow you’d know that Ziva and Faith were proud and at peace, but you’re just empty and tired.

You stare down at Adani’s body, unfazed, when the tuning fork slams against a dangling metal doorframe and Cap shuffles through the rubble.

He’s scraped and beaten which isn’t what you ever wanted, just a necessary evil to fight evil. He watches as Barnes walks in from the grass.

“It’s me, punk. You can put that thing down.”

Bucky doesn’t wait for Steve, snatching the prongs right from his hands and tucking it back in his jacket.

There’s a moment where they almost hug before Steve remembers the doctor and rushes to the man at your feet.

“Call for help! I'm starting CPR.”

Barnes simply holds your gaze.

More sad blue eyes. It brings you hope that he will complete his mission.

You step away from the others to make for a cleaner shot, nodding that it’s okay, breathing a rough but weak “please” for emphasis.

“Buck?” Steve looks up as Bucky points his gun at you again. “What are you doing? STOP. It’s over!”

“His mission was never to kill Avani,” you hiss, unable to take your eyes off the perfectly-centered muzzle directly in front of you. “He’s here to kill me.”

“The hell—“ Steve climbs to his feet “—why would you shoot her?”

“I’m not going to jail!”

“You know what they’ll do to her, Steve.”

Both men take one step closer.

“There has to be another way.”

“I did this because it’s the only—“

“—can understand doctors who taking advantage and manipulating their patients better than anyone—“

“Put the gun down!”

“Pull the trigger! It'll be—“

“—told me he could do better than me,” Bucky barks. “Doc said, to my face, that he could make a better me. He wanted to make soldiers, Steve. More soldiers. Avani didn’t give a shit about what was right.”

You jump in. “If you found the diaries, you know what he was capable of.”

“That’s not how this works. We don’t condemn a man from—“

This time you step toward Barnes. “Just do it. Shoot me now.”

Steve lunges to take your wrist in his hand, your limb comically thin and delicate beneath all his enhancements.

“She doesn’t deserve to rot while they sweep this under the rug,” Bucky adds, voice low and serious.

“This is for the best.” You look at Steve now, and something heartbreaking swims in those morose pools, something unspeakable.

His head shakes, dirty, sweaty hair falling in his face. “What if there’s another way?”

“I don’t want to be saved, Cap. Let me go.”

You offer one final, soft smile, and Steve moves just as Bucky pulls the trigger.

Steve completes his testimony before the panel opposite him. None of the questions are a surprise.

They’ve painted you as completely insane, demented, psychotic, and he can’t argue. What would he tell them? Yeah, but she had kind eyes, so, you know, remember her fondly? No, he can only remain quiet until he has something pertinent to add which is very little. Bucky had far more to offer, and he already spoke.

When Steve steps out of the counsel chambers, Maria Hill is waiting for him.

“Shame she ordered the Soldier to dispose of her body. Took the coward’s way out.”

“You make her sound like a rabid animal that had to be put down,” Steve grit out. 

“No, you’re right,” Hill admits, “but it was lucky she left the sound thing for—”

“Tuning fork,” he snaps, “which I destroyed. No one should have that. No one should even know about it.”

Buck does his best to calm Steve down with a heavy hand on his shoulder. “S’okay, pal. The interrogation footage has been wiped and unless someone with perfect pitch was walking by observation--”

“You know that’s not reassuring, right?”

The two huge men look at each other.

Steve finally mutters, “what about Avani’s widow?”

“All the blackmail sent to his mistress in Forsythia Commons was removed before Gloria even knew Sal was kidnapped, and I think it’s fair to say that lady is so grateful her name wasn’t dragged through the press that she won’t be bothering the wife. Good thing the doctor put her car and house in her name, or legally, this would get ugly.”

“Yes. We’re very lucky he was such a skilled adulterer,” Steve quips dryly. He regrets handing over the diaries for evidence. They weren’t mentioned once in any of the hearings.

Bucky flashes Steve a warning glare that reads, don’t start.

Hill obliviously flips through the folder in her hands, nodding. “All in all, this report amounts to an incredibly long lead-in of ‘use that PTO, boys!’ You earned it.”

“Understatement of the century…and I would know.” Bucky is a much better liar than Steve.

Thank god, they are fleeing to the middle of nowhere indefinitely.

Hill heads back to her office. “We’ll be here when you get back. Keep in touch.”

“No,” Steve counters. “I don’t think I will.”

Bucky and Steve leave in an old truck the next morning. They can’t seem rushed or impatient to get to their destination.

Casually accumulating supplies, Steve loads their bags in the flat bed with space for all repair materials they are likely to need. The cabin needs some work; the guys need to get their hands dirty and live simply for a while.

The team is happy for Steve; it’s been so long since anyone saw him moving forward in life, and, of course, he and Bucky deserve some peace and quiet.

No one else has any idea how hard-won this vacation is.

The drive takes all day because they can’t be in a hurry.

Steve takes pictures at every scenic outlook. Bucky climbs up onto some rock ledges to take selfies which Steve is not into. This earns him being featured as a blurry grump in the background of all of them, purposefully.

Eventually, the GPS-free truck pulls up to the place, a large A-frame style cabin that should be plenty big for two super soldiers.

Parked on the gravel path, Steve is careful not to ding the other car when he swings open his door. As Bucky heaves two duffels from the trunk, he calls out, “got the meds, too” and heads inside. Steve gathers up the remaining bags and trudges over, smelling something hearty and delicious cooking, listening to the tinkling, copper-coin wind chime hanging somewhere above him.

He doesn’t stop looking at his feet until they hit the top of the porch, spotting two smaller bare feet on the welcome mat.

There you are, holding the door open, layered in warm knits, more tired before but better than expected.

“Hey,” Steve breathes finally.

“Hey,” you say, your mouth twisted to hide an excited smile.

“Yes, hello,” Bucky grumbles from the living room. “Now shut the damn door. I’m hungry.”

Steve steps inside.

[Last Part]

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

a/n: Sorry this took so long a fucking year! Tags will be in a reblog.

[hellfirecvnt]

Love your writing and was wondering if you could write a eddiexreader smut😅. They’re (the older teens nancy robin steve jonathan argyle and eddie) hanging out at Steves place during the day in the pool (skimpy Bikini?) and later that evening they’re playing two truths and a lie while under the influence of weed and tequila shots. Its y/ns turn and since she is a lil pervert and loves to mess with eddie bc thats just the way you banter, she decides to mess with him by stating: „okay my turn! One: i am deadly afraid of butterflies. Two: i lost my virginity after watching the shining. And three: (y/n looks to eddie) im a squirter“ they all discuss but she was only focused on munsons reaction. They all voted for the butterfly thing because it seems the most obvious. „Nope scary fucking things, i have never squirted… yet“ later eddie offered to walk her home bc its on his way and his pervy side comes out.

Would love it if it ended with her squirting all over him and him being very proud xD

Long ask but your words sound better than the way i would write it 😅

X J🖤

What's truly wild to me is I have two requests rn and both involve a skimpy bikini water situation and god damn it, I love it here. Thank you for this prompt, I'm already in love AAAA!! (Also idk how to do two truths and a lie as a drinking game. Like idk when they have to take a shot so I'm gonna say when they get it wrong they take a shot lmao.)

...Yet

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut (+18, minors DNI), perv!Eddie, perv!reader, drinking, drugs, unprotected sex, more?

A/N: no one is dead. Idk, everything still happened 1-4 but just no death.

You've lived in Hawkins for about a year now. Same as your friend Argyle. He says he moved here after a crazy earthquake, but you moved here to get away from the city or something cool and mysterious like that.

In the time you've lived here, you made friends with a really fun group of people. Nancy, who you met through journalism at school. Steve and Robin, who you met at Family Video. They took to you like a sibling the moment they found out you knew Nancy. Jonathan and Argyle moved here with the rest of the Byers. Same story about a weird earthquake. You don't ask too much about it.

But then there was Eddie. You meet him for the first time today. You've noticed him plenty of times but didn't get the chance to meet him until Steve and Robin dragged him to Steve's place for a small get-together. You're the first to arrive, a common trait for you.

"Y/N! You came!" Robin beams as she answers the door.

"Of course! I never turn down drinking by a pool," you lift the handle of tequila above your head and give it a "look at this" shake.

"Tequila? Do you want me to die?" Steve appears behind you, hands full of snacks for the shindig.

"Where's everybody at?" You yell into the empty home.

"They're on the way, you're like 30 minutes early. Again." Robin jokes as she passes you a knife to help her chop up fruit for the drinks. The rest of the crew arrives, and finally, in walks a tall, frizzy-haired man in a jean vest. He had several different patches, each one of your favorite bands.

"Munson, you made it!" Steve calls across the kitchen.

"Yeah, I thought you said this wasn't a party, Hair." He smirks, taking the beer Steve has extended out to him. The group migrates outside and you and Robin follow with trays of snacks.

"Oh, by the way, Y/N. This is Eddie," Steve places a friendly hand on Eddie's shoulder and lightly shakes him. He's an overtly friendly guy when he's drunk.

"Nice to meet you!" You smile at him, extending a hand to shake his. He stares at you silently for just a moment. Inside his head, he's fighting everything inside him to keep his eyes on your face. He fights to not let them travel down your body to your barely-there, black bikini. A silver chain dangles around your neck, slotting between your breasts and he's about to explode.

"Oh, uh, I'm Eddie," he answers a question no one asked.

"Yeah. I'm Y/N," you giggle, his face becomes ever so slightly rosy.

"Dude, who brought the tequila?" Argyle's face lights up as he cracks open the lid and pours everyone a shot. You slice a lime and pass the salt shaker around.

"What's the salt for?" Nancy, innocent Nancy.

"Why do you know how to shoot a gun, but you don't know how to shoot tequila?" You quip, earning a laugh from the group.

"It's much easier to pull a trigger than it is to drink something that smells like this." She lifts the shot glass to her nose before quickly yanking it away.

"Well, don't sniff it. That'll really make it hard," Jonathan rubs her back lovingly as she fights the smell out of her nose.

"Oh yeah? Nancy making it hard over there, Jonathan?" You tease, making them both blush. Everyone clinks their tiny glasses together in cheers. Eddie can't keep his eyes off of you. You're funny and sexy and, wow, a little pervy? He downed his shot without the lime or salt, staring at you the whole time.

You don't notice his eyes fucking you from every angle, you just keep laughing with Robin and Nancy.

"Hey, psst, Y/N!" Argyle whispers loudly, no one caring what he's saying. "You wanna come smoke this?" He holds up a skillfully rolled joint in his fingers. Jonathan stands behind him giving two thumbs up in encouragement.

"Hell yeah," you tell the girls to give you a minute and you start off toward the guys.

"Hey, I got one too," Eddie captures you and the boys' attention.

"Then come on, man. Let's go!" Argyle invites him enthusiastically.

"Freaks," Steve jokes with Nancy and Robin as they remain by the pool. The group comes back after a while. Everyone's eyes are bright red. Smiles spread ear to ear on each of your faces.

"I have the best idea," you narrow your eyes toward the entire group. They all look at you expectantly. "Two truths and a lie. I used to play it all the time back home."

"Oh my God, we played that game in Mr. Clark's class in like 7th grade because that kid got violently angry with a custodian and everyone felt like maybe the kids needed a chill day and-" Robin rambles even more when she's buzzed. She notices everyone staring silently and stops. "My bad, let's play."

Nancy goes first. Hers is quite difficult because they're all boring. Jonathan is the only one to guess her lie. Robin goes, then Steve, you easily guess their lies, they have no poker face.

"My turn! One," you hold up a finger, theatrically. "I'm deathly afraid of butterflies. Two," another finger. "I lost my virginity right after watching The Shining for the first time. And three," you raise a third finger and glance over at Eddie. Your sudden eye contact catches him off guard. "I'm a squirter." His cheeks instantly burn with rising blood. You focus on his reaction above everyone else.

"Jesus, Y/N!" Nancy playfully shoves your shoulder, laughing.

"Well like... I don't know your life, but I feel like it's gotta be the bug thing, right?" Argyle consults the group.

"Yeah, I've never seen you around a butterfly, but I don't think you'd be too scared. I saw what you did to Billy when you heard how he talked to Max." Steve chuckles.

"What'd she do to Hargrove?" Eddie furrows his brow. It's the only time his focus has shifted to anywhere but you since he got here.

"I broke a bottle on his head, big deal. Don't talk to little kids like that," you cross your arms, unintentionally pushing your breasts together, they're oily from tanning products/sun screen. Eddie's eyes nearly bulge out of his skull, he almost has to fight back a groan.

"Okay! Butterflies, final answer!" Robin returns everyone to the point.

"Pour up, fellas. I fucking hate butterflies," you spout proudly.

"So wait, what's the lie?" Jonathan asks.

"I'm not a squirter. I've never had that happen... Yet." You glance at Eddie once again, running your tongue across the bottoms of your teeth. You watch as Eddie's breath gets faster and faster. Something about flustering him is doing more for you than any other man, woman, or person has.

After you're all good and buzzed, you file into the pool. Argyle instantly cannonballs into the deep end, Steve follows suit. You and the rest of the girls linger in the mid-depth water. You lounge against the pool wall, water barely up to your tits. The pool is large, but not gigantic. So Eddie takes his chance to swim back and forth underwater so he can peek at your ass as your tiny bikini rides up your cheeks.

You notice his glances and nonchalantly toss his a pair of goggles. No one notices as you slide your index fingers up the seams of your bottoms, exposing even more flesh for him. He watches you do it, but somehow cannot let himself believe that just happened. He ends up having to "wait" in the pool a little longer than everyone else.

It's one of the best nights of your life. Just your friends and booze and weed. What else is there? Oh yeah, sex. You've been teasing Eddie all night, doing everything in your power to watch him shift and switch around in his seat as he tries to hide what you're doing to him.

Argyle, Nancy, and Jonathan all leave together. Argyle is more of a smoker than a drinker, so he was okay to drive by the end of the night having only taken 3 shots in total, the entire day. You live within walking distance from Steve, luckily. And so does Eddie.

"Bye, you guys!" You slur, hugging Robin tightly, causing her cheeks to blush slightly. You hug Steve too and wave goodbye to Eddie.

"Hey, wait. Let me walk you home. It's a weird town and you're wearing nothing but a bathing suit," Eddie offers, working his hardest to appear some sort of sober. He changed back into his normal clothes before anybody. Most likely to make it easier to hide his erection.

"I don't want you walking alone either, though," you argue, concerned and drunk.

"It's on the way, it's fine," He wraps an arm around your shoulder and leads you out the door, turning back to wink at Steve.

"Called it," Steve and Robin speak at the same time after you and Eddie close the door behind you.

"So, butterflies, huh?" Eddie brings that back up.

"Yeah, dude. Have you ever seen their fucking faces?" You're shocked you even have to explain this.

"Nah, I don't think about butterflies when I think about 'fucking faces.'" Eddie becomes a little more comfortable when he's alone with you. You side-eye him with a smirk as you both walk.

"How often do you think about fucking faces, Eddie?" Your voice lowers, a special subtle emphasis on his name. His legs nearly fail him right then and there.

"I don't know. Seemed to be one of the only things I could think about all night tonight," he slides his hands into his pockets.

"What were the other things?" You tug on your bottom lip with your teeth.

"The way that bikini leaves very little to the imagination." He gently, but quickly takes the string tying your bottoms together and pulls it. You catch the front, but the entire back falls down. He stops in his tracks and takes a few steps back, watching you as you dropped your bag to try and fix your falling suit.

"You son of a bitch, what was that for?" You tie the knot back securely.

"Just making sure my imagination was right," he runs his tongue over his top lip, looking down at you.

"That's not fair, I can't untie anything off you." You cross your arms playfully.

"You can take anything you want off of me, sweetheart. It's only fair." He grins, looking down at your blushing face.

"My house is right here." You point to a shrub blocking a house just on the other side. Eddie glances at it and then goes back to you. His grin has turned a lot more devious. You lead him inside, your parents are out of town for the next two weeks, so you don't worry about getting caught.

You lead him to your room and the second your door closes, you're all over each other. Hands roaming each other's bodies where your eyes had spent all night exploring. He kisses you hungrily, taking your bottom lip in his teeth and gently pulling. You moan into his kiss as his hands brush over your crotch through your bathing suit.

"Fuck, what are you waiting for?" You moan as he rubs sweet circles on your pussy before undoing the string on both sides of your bottoms and tossing them aside. After shoving you on the bed, he plunges his long, ringed middle finger into your drenched pussy, pumping in and out of you lightly. Whining moans fall from your mouth as he curls his finger inside you.

"God damn, you're so wet. You have fun teasing me all night?" Eddie raises an eyebrow. "Almost made me fuck you in front of all your friends."

"Had to get you here somehow," you moan, placing your hand on his as it moves.

"Yeah, and now I'm here. And I'm gonna make you regret inviting me inside." He withdraws his hand from between your thighs, leaving your back arching for contact.

"Eddieee," you whine, bucking your hips against nothing.

"Shhh, I'm gonna make you feel so good, you won't even notice I stole your panties when you changed into your bathing suit at Harrington's."

"You what?" He holds up your purple lace thong, bringing it to his face and inhaling your scent. You're overcome with butterflies as you watch his pants tighten as his fingers wrap around the small bit of cloth.

"I'll just hold on to these a little longer." He winks before shoving them into his back pocket. He positions himself with his head between your thighs. You can feel his hot breath on your throbbing clit. He plants soft kisses on your inner thighs before finally plunging his tongue between your folds.

You reach down and wrap your hands in his frizzy curls, holding his head firmly against you. He chuckles against the sensitive skin as he feels your fingers weave through his hair. He flicks his tongue over your clit quickly, snaking a hand up to finger you while he licks. He adds a second finger, and you throw your head back as the tension builds in your stomach.

"Oh my God, don't stop!" You moan loudly as you reach your climax. Your back arches and your legs shake involuntarily. You're twitching and grasping as he rises and looms over you.

"Don't worry, you're not done." He stares into your eyes as he sucks his fingers clean. He quickly unfastens his belt, lowering his jeans and boxers to the bend of his knee. His throbbing erection springs toward you, desperate to stretch you out. He strokes himself a few times before positioning his head at your entrance.

"Please, please Eddie," you beg, bending any way you can to try to feel his cock inside you.

"No, I love the way you sound when you beg." He lowers his face to your ear, hovering over you on all fours. "Begging to get fucked by a guy you met today."

"Yeah, look how easy you are," you taunt. He chuckles, sliding his dick up and down your slit, gathering your arousal around the head.

"So fucking hot," his voice is no more than a growling whisper. He stays put, teasing your hole for a few moments more. You writhe and twitch beneath him, but he doesn't relent. He drinks in the image of your distress as you plead for him to enter you.

"Eddie, for the love of-" he cuts you off by slamming into you at full capacity. You let out a loud, sensual moan. There's a slight dull pain due to Eddie's size, but it quickly turns to overwhelming pleasure as he fucks into you.

You sink your nails into his shoulders, pulling him impossibly close to you as if being inside you wasn't close enough. His large, strong hands grip your thighs roughly, ensuring you take his full length with every thrust.

"Fuck, how are you so fucking tight?" Eddie moans as he tosses his head back, rutting into you like a sex toy. He fucks you hard like he has no regard for your feelings, but you know he does by the way he rubs sweet circles on your clit while he thrusts. You've never felt this kind of build-up in your abdomen. Even just with his tongue moments ago, that might've been the hardest you've ever came.

You're about to finish again when he quickly pulls out.

"Eddie, no!" You whine, immediately reaching your hand down to finish yourself. He catches your wrists, pinning them above your head as you buck and squirm, your orgasm slowly fleeting.

"Regret it, yet?" He smirks, waiting for your thrashing to end. The moment your legs relax, he plunges directly back into you. Fucking you wildly as if he never stopped. The build-up is somehow more intense this time. Your back arches so far you think it's gonna snap.

"Eddie! I cant- I can't take anymore," you start to shove at him with weak arms, but you keep letting him continue because it feels too good.

"You're gonna take it, sweetheart," he whispers into your ear before slowing down to a near stop. He pumps into you at a snail's pace, watching your eyes roll back as you feel every inch inside you. He gradually regains his speed until he's fucking you at the perfect rate.

Your heart rate quickens by the second, the pit in your stomach and the throbbing in your clit makes you almost delirious. A few more moaning gasps and you scream.

"Eddie, wait-" but it's too late. You squirt against him, flooding his lower half in your ecstasy. Whimpers fall from your lips as he continues to fuck you through your high. The sight of your flood and the knowledge that he just made you experience that for the first time are enough to have his orgasm not far behind.

"Fuck," he growls as he grinds into you, filling you with warmth. His cock twitches inside you, and your overly sensitive cunt feels every tiny movement as he pulls out. He collapses next to you, you're both worn out and breathless, covered in each other's sweat.

"That was amazing..." You're in awe of what your body just did.

"First time's the fucking charm," Eddie brags through heavy breaths.

"I don't think that's the saying." You chuckle.

"Doesn't matter, I just made you squirt all over my cock," he grins ear to ear. "For the first time in your life."

"I dunno, I think you need to do it again so we can be sure." You bite your lip, scanning Eddie's sweaty face.

"Give me 20 minutes, and I'll make you cum until I fucking drown." He jokes, his voice a low rolling tone. Blush forces itself to your cheeks, and he kept his promise. 20 minutes later your legs were over his shoulders and your bed is getting so wet, you know you're going to have to change the entire bed set, but you don't care.

Every time he makes you squirt, Eddie's ego gets a little bigger, causing him to fuck you harder and longer than the session before. You fuck all day and well into the night before the two of you finally crash, covered in sweat and cum, entangled in each other.

[queerenteen]

Arcane reaction

episode 1-3 (Welcome to the Playground, Some Mysteries are Better Left Unsolved, The Base Violence Necessary for Change)

Started arcane, came for the sapphics but the gays and their crazy science hijinks intrigue me

The sapphics are still my favs though there's just something about a tragic romance that really appeals to me y'know

Man I can already tell that Vi and Powder and going to make me very sad over broken sisterhood

Like seriously how does the rift between them grow so much? They adore each other (looking back this hurts)

Damn that councilman with the gold flecks over her cheeks is so hot

I feel like you can tell a lot about me from how excited I am by the mad science in this show

Nothing gets you to spill your guts faster than people thinking you're an idiot when you know you're not

Damn is Vi going to inherit those badass gauntlets?

Come for the badass warrior sapphics, but also discover the mad scientist gays, best of both worlds

Now that I think about it, there are a couple of parallels between the four already, I wonder how it will pan out

,,, she's going to lose her father figure, isn't she?

The shift from trauma to science husbands left me reeling okay

It took him literally five minutes to go 'our dream' boy you're gay is showing

'Wait this isn't my bedroom--" fucking cackling at the implications of that

Yee they floaty

Holy shit Powder you really should have just stayed put

No no no not the father figure sacrificing everything including their most deeply held morals for their kid dammit it hasn't even been three episodes and I'm going to fucking sob

No please no please don't turn on each other no no no

I know you needed space but this a fucking villain origin story guys come on

Oh no even when she resents Powder she's still her little sister and she immediately goes to help her even when it would kill her

That's why Jinx exists, she thought that her sister abandoned her but she didn't, she loved her so much she had to be dragged away from her and I'm a fucking mess rn no one touch me

'She left me' No she didn't please someone stop this is like watching a car crash in slow motion

'She is not my sister anymore' That was a stab at the heart man

Jesus fuck the similarities between Silco and Vander and Jinx and Vi, god it hurts

Dammit Marcus if you hadn't dragged Vi away--

I am literally three episodes in and this show is giving me so many feelings what the fuck

,,, I'm going to binge this entire thing in like a day huh

episode 4: Happy Progress Day!

Jinx has a solid handle on her personal brand and I respect that

God no, more flashbacks to the past I couldn’t take it the first time and I still can’t

The intro is fucking fabulous

Jayce and Caitlyn’s sibling bond is precious

Science husbands really revolutionized the world huh

I get what the professor means, the gemstone is raw power and we already saw how badly it has affected people

I hate Caitlyn’s cap with a burning vendetta

The music score for this is amazing

No no what did they do to Vander’s bar?? It's nothing like it used to be

‘You should come with me. We’re partners.’ He’s so earnest about him, it’s so sweet.

That tiny floofball is adorable

Fickelty of fame

Is Viktor going to go up on stage? I feel like that’s where this is heading

Oh, he just, doesn’t unveil it. Wasn’t expecting that

Every time I hear a childish voice, I assume it’s Jinx behind it

Look who was right

Caitlyn. Muscles. Me gay

Wait isn’t Marcus the one who saved Vi? Where is she?

Oh, is she in the prison?

Welp, I wasn’t expecting straight up murder

I guess not straight up murder then but that is 100% Vi

WHY ARE THEY ALL SO HOT

I am loving the tattoos that Jinx and Vi have

Well that caught me in hook, line and sinker

episode 5: Everybody wants to be my Enemy

I appreciate the similarities and yet stark dissonance in Caitlyn and Jinx’s fighting styles

Like even how they learnt shooting is so completely different from each other

One is completely on the lawful side of the spectrum and the other is on completely the chaotic

I really liked Grayson’s character; really sad that we didn’t get to see more of her

What are you shooting for?

It’s going to come completely full-circle with that line, isn’t it?

I think Marcus feels like he’s following in Grayson’s footsteps and maintaining peace with the undercity but he’s really not

Viktor wants revolution to reach the undercity too, I wonder what happened to him there

Oh, shit his health is getting worse, how the fuck has no one else noticed

DID YOU NOT SEE THE BLOOD DUMBASS?

Vi parkouring over the rooftops and Caitlyn is just slowly scooting her way

Should Caitlyn really be wearing her enforcer uniform here?

‘Are you sure this is safe?’ ‘Of course not’ I’m cackling

Oof loved the parallels to Jinx and young Vi

Mel knows exactly how to manipulate people to get how she wants

A brothel? Wasn’t expecting that

YOU’RE HOT, CUPCAKE

You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this line

KABEDON

*presses her up against the wall* So man or woman?

So many platonic implications

Her smirk when she sees that Caitlyn chose woman. *they seem to be very good friends*

So, we went from science husbands to political couple. Really?

Blood being the key is very interesting

Silco definitely sees a lot of himself in Jinx

Oh, that was a clever screen cut between Mel and Viktor

WHAT NO VIKTOR

The prosthetics in the undercity remind me of upgraded automail

Vi…

‘I’m an excellent shot’

‘But you’re so sweet. Like a cupcake.’ *pterodactyl screeches*

‘She’s back’ ‘From the dead?’

Fuck yeah she’s back

episode 6: When These Walls Come Tumbling Down

We’re getting some Viktor backstory, I’m very curious to see what made him believe in magic and Jayce when no one else did

Rio looks like an axolotl

Viktor—

‘Viktor saved my life once’ I’m not crying, you are

‘He’s like my brother’ And there’s the sound of my ship drowning

Jinx is the embodiment of chaos, it’s great

Caitlyn: We can look for a safer way to get down—

Vi: *makes her way down a cliff with a stab wound*

Caitlyn: *no longer has an excuse*

Fuck you Sevika

Lmao Jinx just sneezed in her face

Oh, he faked Vi’s death; did not expect that

When Vi is hallucinating and seeing Powder and says 'I should never have left' and Caitlyn thinks that Vi is talking to her and is vulnerable in return?

When Caitlyn hugs him? That was really sweet

I mean, the whole reason Jayce is doing all of this is for Viktor, and no matter how you view their relationship, I hardly think that counts as greed or arrogance

I feel bad for the professor

'Easy easy easy' omfg that was so soft i think I'm going to cry

Caitlyn, honey, we need to improve on your people skills

caitlyn: *tries to shove the giant sign with all her weight and it doesn't move* vi: *cracks it in a single punch*

he was extracting something from rio? that is so fucked up

'i understand now' please viktor no--

wow i really wish caitlyn hadn't shown up

jinx and vi fighting back to back is something that can be so personal

jinx's quiet 'vi?' at the end broke me

episode 7: The Boy Saviour

Caitlyn screaming for Vi, they didn’t have to do that to me first thing on a Monday morning but here we are

EKKO—

‘I missed you little man’ I’m not crying, you are

‘Jayce will understand’ Boy, if he doesn’t imma gonna beat him up myself

‘First, I have to save Viktor’ Then get on it!

Mel is so hot, why is everyone in this so hot

Silco really cares for Jinx and I don’t know how to feel about that

Like the part where he says he thought Vi was Vander’s prodigy but Jinx surpasses anything he could have thought of? Impeccable

Ekko managed to build a safe place in the Lanes for kids like Vander had done for him—

Fuck, that mural is stunning

When someone says ‘partner’ I can never tell if they mean professionally or,,, y’know,,,

‘My hero’—

‘It’s inspired’ God can someone write the au where Viktor finds Jinx instead of Silco, that would great

,,, are they going to go from science husbands to vigilante duo?

‘It’s been real, Cupcake. Thanks for everything”—

Woah those firelight bombs were insane

No no Ekko please be okay

They just, keep touching each other’s faces so often, there is no heterosexual explanation for this

This showdown is fucking epic

Oh shit, he can’t do it because it’s Powder, no matter what he’s been telling Vi

Ekko please be okay—

episode 8: Oil and Water

Holy shit, Mel—

I feel so conflicted every time I see Silco and Jinx because on one hand, he absolutely adores her but on the other, well…

One thing that is really well done in this is how every character had a line that they weren’t willing to cross when they were younger but now, they will. First Viktor, now Mel

*GAY PANIC*

‘This is Vi’

Caitlyn telling her mother that she was wrong, that the entire council was wrong, was so powerful

It worked?? Good for you

Your *pause* friend

Silco’s panicked ‘Jinx!’ hurt, okay?

‘She won’t die Doctor. She can’t’ *sobs* I didn’t think going into this that I would have so many feelings about this but I really fucking do

‘I too, once had a daughter’

‘Jinx gets a whim, and suddenly his spine is jelly.’ You know what, it really fucking is

Vi is just, waiting for Caitlyn in her bed *such good friends*

‘No monster is going to get you when I’m here’ jfc how many times are you going to make me cry

*gentle face touch* so soft, I adore them

Caitlyn being the literal face of Jinx’s nightmares because she thinks she’s going to take Vi away from her—I came her for the gay, and now I’m losing my mind of traumatised sisters

The professor looks like a lost puppy wondering around the undercity like that

Omfg Mel’s mom is like, the antithesis of Mel

You know, most political discussions probably take place with clothes on

‘Oil and water’ I mean, there are emulsions (I’m just going to show myself out now)

No no why??

Viktor saving himself and running under the stars—I have many feels about this scene

Did,,, sky get vapourised?

Out of all the possibilities I thought of, Jayce and Vi teaming up was not one of them

GAUNTLETS

Really sticking to that hammer aesthetic huh?

DAMN VI

Oh fuck the kid

FUCKING HELL WHY THE FUCK IS THIS ENTIRE INDUSTRY USING KIDS FUCK YOU SILCO

In an abrupt tonal shift, we now have shower thoughts: gay edition

Why,,, is your fucking shower knob made of gold that is insane

Is Jinx in her shower, I mean, boundaries man

episode 9: The Monster You Created

Jayce, she was already ridiculously strong and now she has hextech gauntlets, you aren’t going to win

I get where Jayce is coming from, but Vi has a point. He had the privilege of never being part of the undercity. You can’t just walk away from it and hope it disappears

The designs of the undercity characters are so unique omg

Holy shit the Medardas are a fucking mess

Parallels!

‘In the pursuit of great, we failed to do good.’

‘I still believe in loyalty’ I did not expect that

Silco was ready to dismantle his entire fucking empire but not give up Jinx

Wait is that a statue of Vander?

‘Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?’ She was the vulnerable point for both Vander and Silco

‘That’s my girl’ Why must you play with my emotions like this??

‘But he didn’t make Jinx. You did.’ This episode just keeps throwing out the emotional sucker punches

‘You’re the reason I’m still alive’

I don’t even have words anymore

‘Are we still sisters?’ ‘Nothing is ever going to change that.’ *cries*

This scene gives family dinner from hell a new meaning

‘I’m not that crazy’ I mean, evidence says otherwise Jinx

Silco’s like, only redeeming quality is his love for Jinx; and he’s pretty fucking consistent about it

DID SHE JUST SHOOT SILCO TO SAVE VI

‘You’re perfect’ Just stab me in the heart, why don’t you?

YOU CAN’T END IT LIKE THAT WHAT HAPPENS TO ALL OF THEM THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PEACE AND—

I AM LOSING MY MIND

SERIOUSLY IT CAN’T END LIKE THAT

IS THERE AN END-CREDITS SCENE?

This has consumed me omfg