#once he unravels yall dead

[howlsofbloodhounds]

yall ever think chara put killer in time out before. either like, literally—“go stand in that corner until I say you can leave” “go sit in that chair until I say you can get up” type thing.

Or like, more extreme. Either by killing him somehow and then not Resetting for an unknown amount of time. Maybe once there’s a Reset and Killers brought back Chara would tell him how long he was dead, but of course maybe they’re lying, maybe they’re exaggerating, maybe they’re being truthful.

or on the other hand, maybe a more literal sandbox like time out. Clearing out the Underground, killing themself, and leaving Killer alone—making him think they left him or that they’re never coming back the first time likely. leaving him alone and letting him stew alone and deathly bored and understimulated and possibly slowly starving and unraveling from fear, confusion, doubt, pain, hurt, abandonment, etc. perhaps up until killer can do or say something to gain their attention again and entertain them.

[nectardaddy]

'88 Ford | Kita Shinsuke

chapter ten | a crime of passion

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track ten. . . beneath oak trees

spinoff -> serendipity , a soon to be collection of random situations and insanity between kitayn because I'm too in love with them to let them go

cw/notes: hurt/comfort (I'm sorry yall I have no excuses anymore but it works), good but intense feelings, kita is the sappiest man alive™, this is the last chapter before the epilogue :'), dylan gossett is carrying this fic I love his music, IT'S HAPPENING IT'S HAPPENING!!!, ignore typos if you see them I was so excited

Dusk was quickly approaching, the sound of crickets being the tell tale sign before the sun dared dip below the horizon. The pair finding themselves within the acres of rice, mud and dead crops crunching underneath each step they took. Walking aimlessly, as it seemed like the right thing to do, side by side; contrary to how the man usually walked behind her.

She felt his fingers brush against her own, calloused and warm, as she walked next to him. The sensation making her feel like a little girl again, nervous and jittery, for once in her life not knowing what to do. Anger couldn't take a foothold here, the interaction making her heart swell instead of burn in fury. A fire that subsided long ago, now left with embers and a swirling stomach - he noticed.

He took her hand. Interlocking their fingers together without a word and a crimson driving to his cheeks he hoped the sunset would hide. A boldness in the motion that almost made him nauseous if he thought about it too long, shoving down the nerves to the very pits of his mind. He was terrified.

"You meant it, right?" She blurted out the question amidst the sound of crickets and evening air, almost breathless as she looked over to him in worry. An anxiety washing over her as she thought back to the interaction only an hour ago; realization of how interrogatory she was hitting her in the chest and shoving her down.

"Lovin' you?" Her question made him falter, stopping his steps to look over to her with a small frown pulling at his lips. There was a gentle pull on her hand, not noticing he had stopped and tried to keep going. Halting when there was tension and looking back at him, taking a small breath when she did. There's no way I deserve a man like this. The handsome man with pretty brown eyes. A golden hue from the sun set cascading down him that made him seem almost ethereal, contrasting his dirt ridden appearance. She felt herself fall in love with the man all over again. "I don't think I've ever been so certain about something in my whole life."

Oh my god. She felt her breath leave her lungs at his words, locking eyes with him without a word and letting the statement process. Letting a moment of development rock her to her core and leave her at a lack of words. All she could do was squeeze his hand, grasping it with all she had in her to fight the lump she felt forming in her throat; her other hand reaching up to cover her mouth. Eyes becoming blurry as she broke eye contact with him, looking to the ground with a shaky breath hidden by her palm.

Dammit, why am I crying? I look fuckin' stupid. She didn't mean for this to happen, to be so overwhelmed by emotion it caused a crack. And a crack is what make dams break. Feeling him squeeze her hand back made the dam completely collapse in on itself. Hot tears slipping down her cheeks as she stared at the ground, if she looked up she would unravel wholeheartedly.

The man didn't say a word to her disposition, knowing full well if he did her anger would take its place. So he stayed silent - she needed this moment. Silent as he squeezed her hand once more for good measure, silent as he gently pulled her towards him. Not a singular word as he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly and promising himself he'd never let go. He couldn't let go if he tried, his heart decided right then and there he didn't care if he lost his job anymore. This was an unmatched feeling he would be chasing for the rest of his days.

"I love you so much." He decided to speak after a brief pause, the evening air filled with her quiet cries. "I realized it when we were in the rain together, but I think I've been in love with you since I met you." Fuck, why would you say that to me?

She grabbed at the fabric of his shirt in desperation, grounding herself as the words made her want to spiral all together. Trying to hide the fact a sob wanted to escape her lips, she furthered herself in his chest and took a deep breath.

"Then why did you avoid me, Shinsuke?" Shakey, murmured words left her throat. The whole interaction left him in awe. "Why did you ignore me even though you love me? Why did you tell me everythin' about me was important to you and run away?" His shoulders slumped and he felt his heart shatter, millions of tiny pieces promoting an onslaught of regret to hit him square in the face.

"Because I'm an idiot," a breathless response, one that was the first thing to come to mind. He sighed. "And I was scared."

"I scare you that much?"

"No." He shook his head and sighed once more, closing his eyes in shame. "I like your righteous anger, it's your dad I was afraid of. 'Thought I'd lose my job."

She loosened her vice like hold on his shirt at his words, his latter statement tying up loose ends of her confusion. Oh, jesus fucking christ, he's serious. There was another pause, crickets chirping louder as the sun began to drift below the horizon - until she laughed. A sad, sorrowful laugh that cut through the tension like a knife. He felt it. Felt her lungs regain air they desperately needed as she took a deep breath, only to laugh again. Lifting her head from his chest to show him tear stained cheeks, a black eye, and a sad grin.

"You are a fuckin' idiot," spoken between giggles that left him confused. Scrunching his brows, dumbfounded, until she opened her eyes to look at him. "My dad knows! He's the one that told me you were in love with me, you moron!" Another laugh, turning into a fit of giggles as she couldn't help herself but to watch his confusion turn to embarrassment.

"What?"

She couldn't contain her amusement, finding herself holding onto him to keep herself upright in fear of toppling over from laughter. "Shinsuke-" she gasped between chuckles, "oh my god y'really are too good for this world! My dad knew the whole time! I told him I loved you and he said he already knew!" More laughter, to which he finally joined in at his own idiocy. Thinking to himself he'd rather laugh than to feel any singular ounce of regret more - this was nice. It was peaceful. Laughing in a field of rice seemed healing almost.

A laughter than died down after a short time, all smiles as she locked eyes with him. "You're so beautiful." A breathless sentence from him with a soft smile, every syllable laced with care and adoration. He looked at her as if she were the only person in the world that mattered, because to him she was.

"Even with a black eye?"

"Even with a black eye." He repeated, "how did you even get one this time?" Cautiously bringing a hand to her face, brushing over the skin of her cheek with warm fingertips. Stopping as his thumb traced over the bruised undertones on her cheekbone. He felt as she smiled, the corners of her eyes creasing as her lips pulled upward. Felt as her cheeks increasingly became warmer from his words and his touch. Felt himself fall deeper and deeper in love with her as every second passed.

"A crime of passion." She rolled her eyes before meeting his once more. Absentmindedly leaning into his touch, making him chuckle. "And y'say 'this time' like a bad thing."

"Never," he shook his head. "They always deserve it."

His hand never left her cheek, to him it felt like a crime to pull away. Vowing right then and there to never, ever pull away from her again as long as he lived - he'd rather die than run away from her again. "You're doing an awful good job of suckin' up to me right now."

"Good. That's what I was goin' for."

Another moment of silence striking them, looking to one another with anticipation. A silly feeling swirling in her stomach as she watched brown eyes flicker in between her own. She couldn't help but let out chuckle. "Just kiss me, you idiot."

"Anything for you." Finally closing the gap between them. She melted right into the palm on his hand.

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(A post-Unus Annus tickle fic!! Lee!Ethan and Ler!Mark, platonic.)

Ethan is nervous because he thinks that since Unus Annus is dead, no one will remember him or his channel. Mark seeks ways to comfort him

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It was a couple days after Christmas and Mark had invited a couple friends over, safely. Some of his “YouTuber friends” took the C0vid test, and all tested negative so they got together, still being as safe as possible. Along with Ethan, Mark had the entirety of “Teamiplier” and more. Everyone was thankfully safe beforehand, and afterwards.

The others had left for some personal business, but Ethan stayed for a bit longer, not entirely motivated to drive home by himself. Mark was used to having Ethan around his home. Thanks to Unus Annus, Ethan felt like a roommate to him every once in a while. And he didn’t mind! As much as he made fun of Ethan, the two were best friends.

Ethan helped Mark and Amy clean up after the dinner. Amy had noticed Ethan’s eyes began to look wet, and seemed like he wasn’t doing okay.

“Hey, uh–would it be okay if I sat down f-for a moment. I’m—feeling dizzy.”

The other two looked up from their work and nodded.

“Yeah sure, go sit down.” Mark motioned his head towards the couch.

“Thanks..” Ethan sat on Mark’s couch with his hands on his forehead. Mark immediately got back to cleaning up. Amy smacked his arm.

“He’s clearly not feeling well. You should go talk to him.” she whispered.

“He seems..fine. I thought he was just dizzy...”

“Something’s on his mind. Just–go!”

“I don’t want you to hafta clean up everything by yourself-” he whined.

“I’ll be fine, just go talk to him.” she smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek as she nudged him towards his friend. Mark smiled and headed towards Ethan.

Ethan heard footsteps coming toward him, so he quickly wiped his eyes and masked a slight smile for Mark.

“W-What’s up?” he stuttered, hoping his friend wouldn’t notice his current condition.

“What do you mean what’s up? Somethings not okay with you. Do you feel sick or something?” Mark sat down next to his friend. He was genuinely concerned. He didn’t want Ethan to feel bad.

“No, not sick.. Just…..tired. I guess..” He smiled, truly trying to be considerate, he shoved his emotions down inside himself to not burden anyone else. “I feel fine, Mark. Don’t worry about it.”

“You do not feel fine. I’m here to help! We can talk if you’d like. I just wanna help.” Mark’s eyes were locked on Ethan’s, making no error in showing him that he wanted to help. Ethan scoffed a bit and  looked away.

“I’m fine..just don't worry about it-”

Mark sighed. He hated seeing his friend feel down.

"Tell you what. Can I at least try to make you feel better, however you're feeling?" He raised his eyebrows, feeling determined to make sure Ethan could go back to being his best self.

"Yeah..sure." he chuckled slightly.

"Good. That's all I need." Mark ran past the kitchen for a moment, then ran back dog in hand.

"Heh, hi Beeks." He ruffled the top of Chica's fluffy face. Mark's eyes widened at Ethan's lack of emotion.

"Really?? Chica can't even help?" He put Chica's paws on Ethan's leg and pretended that Chica had a sad look on her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling it!" Ethan threw his hands in the air for a moment. Mark stared at him, ideas flowing through his head for what could work even better than shoving a dog in his face.

"C'monnn! C'moooooon~" Mark cood while poking all around Ethan's torso. "I just wanna heeeeelp~"

Ethan swatted Mark's hands away. Mark noticed the slight grin forming on Ethan's face. He was attempting to hold down the bubbly giggles in his chest.

"Ohohoh... I got an idea to make yous feel bettah~" Mark used his 'Yancy' voice, indicating a playful tone towards Ethan.

"Mahark, don't you dare. It's not the time for this-" Instead of getting up from the couch, he began to shrink himself in to the couch's corner. With the realization that this idea wouldn't be the greatest, he continued executing it.

"Ohhhohoh I think it IS the time for this~" Mark playfully wiggled his fingers towards the younger man's stomach.

"Nohohoho!!" Ethan sunk further into the couch. As far as he could until Mark's fingers barely made contact with his quivering stomach.

"Yes!" Mark pounced and dug his clawed hands into Ethan's sides. Ethan twitched and squirmed as if he just got electrocuted, laughing hysterically.

"NAHAHA YOHOHOU AHAHAHASS-" He writhed and locked his arms in a position that almost made him look like he was operating a jetpack.

"Ass? I'm trying to help you out! Trying to make you feel better! I don't even know the reason for the horrid feeling has overcome you!" Mark's clawed hands scribbled over to the side of Ethan's ribs, Making Ethan's loud giggles go up an octave.

"NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAHAHAHARK QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIT-" Ethan jolted again to the side.

"Nnnope! I'm gonnnnnnnnaaaaa......tickle your tummy! Tickle tickle!! Tickle tickle tickle!!" Mark's teasy voice was one Ethan had never heard before, but was enjoying thoroughly.

Through Ethan's incoherent giggles, Mark could barely understand all of what he was saying except for a mere "whyhyhyhy".

Ethan's major giggle fest was urging Ethan to fall off the couch. Before Ethan could 'escape' in any way, Mark thrusted his leg between Ethans' to keep him in place.

"Nuh-uh-uh~" Mark clicked. "I will sit here and tickle the information out of you if I have tooo~"

Ethan had no time to retaliate when he was at Mark's mercy once again. The tickling fingers moved and began vibrating at the crevice of Ethan's neck.

"FAAAHAHAHAHAHAHACK NAAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Ethan screamed as his hands moved to try to push away Mark from his sensitive neck. The two could even hear Amy giggling at them from the kitchen.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHAMY AHAHARE YOHOHOU ENJOHOYIHING THIHIHIS-" Ethan squealed to her from across the room.

"Am I doin' good Amy?" Mark began attacking Ethan's exposed underarms, from blocking his neck.

"You're doing great hunny!" Amy giggled again from the kitchen.

"YOOHOHOU TWOHOHOHO SHUHUT UHUHUP" Ethan's laughter grew twice as loud, and thrice as joyous. Mark chuckled at his friend who was clearly smiling. Not just from the tickling sensations, but he seemed to be feeling a lot better than before.

After what seemed like hours, but was really about 20 minutes in all, Mark slowed his tickles down to slight scratches on Ethan's back. Ethan, who was laying face down on the couch now, was giggling, almost sleepily.

"You feelin' any better? You ready to talk?" Mark moved so Ethan could sit up and breathe if he needed to.

"Yeah, I feel better." He grinned. "But..do we hafta talk about shit?"

“Come on, I really want to help whatever you’re going through. Please?” Mark nodded his head, showing that he was being serious.

Ethan saw Mark’s intent, and unraveled his feelings.

“I’m just having a bit of a harder time with Unus Annus. I’m fine with it being over, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad..but it’s making me feel like I’ve been forgotten already.” He looked down, avoiding eye contact. What he was feeling seemed so silly, so inconvenient. He didn’t know why this made him anxious, it normally never did. Mark’s eyes widened.

“Man are you serious? You’ve got literally nothing to worry about! Your fans absolutely adore you! You've got touring plans! You just hit 2 mil!! That’s a win in my book!” He pat Ethan’s shoulders.

“I know, I know! And I’m nothing but thankful! But.. I just feel like ever since Unus Annus is gone....people are forgetting about me already. Views have gone down and likes have gone down and ‘hate comments’ have gone up and all sorts of shit like that! And I know it’s petty to just think about views, but to be honest it kind of hurts my feelings. Which is really stupid.”

Mark understood Ethan’s feelings. It’s hard to feel unfulfilled. It’s hard to feel forgotten. He’s had times like that too.

“Hey, no one is forgetting about you. If anything Unus Annus probably boosted your channel!” he chuckled unharshly. Ethan sighed.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I really think you’ve got nothing to be worried about. Honestly, I see you working harder than ever now that Unus Annus is dead. And you’re making so much progress. You’re progressing faster than I hoped to have when I was where you are. You’re doing so much, and your fans love you. You’re amazing, man.” Ethan looked up and smiled at Mark.

“Damn, that really means a lot to me. Thanks Mark.” he smiled widely.

"No problem, you ticklish dork." He ruffled Ethan's hair like a child. "And thanks to you for being ticklish enough for me to get you to talk." He winked and Ethan chuckled.

“No problem, asshole.”

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Wow! This is the first full fic I've written and posted to tumblr! I hope yall like it!! :D xx

[emsvegetables]

“I'm in the middle of an Ushijima thirst and this man hoooo. So maybe ushijima teaching his two kiddos volleyball like his father before him and you watching the scene unravel. Like he'll be passing the ball to his 6 year old son while he raises his 4 year old daughter up to spike the ball as best she can. Them just being all cute and wholesome. Eiejwjwkwisn I'm dead yall.-🦊”

i’m not sure what you want anon so i wrote a quick drabble!!! heh hope you like it :)

It’s a typical Saturday morning when you wake up and realise that Ushijima’s not laying beside you on the bed.

“Toshi?” you call, and roll out of the bed to hear giggles waft through the window.

You poke your head out of the window, and grin when you hear your daughter’s giggles again.

“DADA! Mama’s up there!” your daughter quickly notices you and points one of her little fingers up at you, directing Ushijima’s attention to you.

“Are you going to sleep in more, baby?” he calls, and you shake your head and smile as your son waves up at you.

“I’m coming down in a bit, Toshi! I just need to wash up!” you say, and he nods at you and you shoot a smile at him, and duck back into your room to head to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

When you finally trudge down to the first floor, you hear your daughter’s giggles once more, and grin when you see Ushijima lifting her up to spike the ball against your son.

When he sets her down, your daughter runs straight to you, and tucks her head into your thigh.

“Mama! Dada taught me how to spike today!” she declares proudly, after pressing a sloppy kiss onto your thigh,” i’m going to become a win spika just like Dada!”

“A wing spiker! That’s really cool, sweetheart!” you smile and ruffle her hair, and she beams up at you, and presses another sloppy kiss onto your thigh before running back to hit the ball back to her brother.

“Good morning,” you hear a low rumble, and you look up to meet Ushijima’s eyes as he rests his hands gently on your waist.

“Morning, Toshi,” you say, and smile and when leans down to press a kiss onto your cheek,” how long have the kids been at it?”

“Only two hours,” he sheepishly says, and smiles slightly when you elbow him.

“Only two hours? They should have a water break,” you say and elbow him again, before turning to your kids,” KIDS! COME DRINK SOME WATER!!!!!”

The soft volleyball lands on the floor with a soft thud, and you laugh when you hear two pairs of feet running towards you, and you hear your son telling his sister that she must hold the cup carefully, or it will spill.

“Those are our kids, Toshi,” you tap the arm that’s resting on your waist quickly.”

“Yeah, (Y/N). Those are our kids,” Ushijima echoes after you softly, and presses another kiss onto your cheek.

ahhhh I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY!!!!!

[yuri-shibuya]

Are yall ready for arctic au tommy? Get ur arctic tommy off the presses ahahahah. Please give it some love, it’s crossposted here too for yall!!!

Summary:

Tommy was the heart of the kingdom. He was loved and he loved with his very being, always bright and smiling.

And because he was of the Arctic, he was raised to give what was due. He was no fool, even if he acted like it sometimes.

After all, that was how he was raised.

---- Or Tommy learned a few things in his life

(Arctic AU)

Tommy was an active child. He ran before he could walk and yelled before he could even talk. For a child born on the darkest night, when the Moon herself hit her apex, he was as bright and vibrant as the sun.

But Tommy was no fool.

He had learned three irrefutable truths throughout his life; three rules he had to follow no matter what.

These three rules were not taught, at least not by tutors, they were whispered to him at night when no one else was around and taught through actions. Tommy was not naive, no matter how much he was a child. He knew when secrets had to remain secrets.

He didn't survive this long by being naive, even as a child of the Arctic granted her protection.

So with only the stars marking his lessons, he studied these three truths as intensely as he studied his sword lessons.

First, never touch anyone unprotected. This was a truth he had learned after accidentally burning Wisp after he held on for too long. (He remembered how the older man had hissed, the shape of a splotchy little hand on his shoulder from where Tommy had clutched him as he was carried.)

This was a rule Wilbur whispered to him at the dead of night, when he was just a small babe (not that Tommy remembered). Later, his father reminded him, tucking gloves around his small hand, covering his skin.

"Be careful, Stardust." Phil murmured, hands gentle and sturdy as he gifted Tommy his very first pair of embroidered gloves. "You are a child of the Arctic, born of frost and snow."

His father had held him close, and Tommy stretched out his little palm over Phil's, comparing their hands. "Our hands are a gift from her, a mark we bear as proof that she protects us."

"But we are made of ice and wind, frost flowers and gentle flurries; and the Arctic is possessive."

Tommy in all his childish wonder looked back up at his father, "what does that mean?"

"It means she doesn't want others to touch us."

"But why?"

Tommy's father tucked him closer in his embrace. Tommy shivered. "I don't know, Stardust."

"That's dumb!"

"Careful with that thread, Tommy. That's no way to address her." Phil scolded gently, his finger tapping Tommy on the tip of his nose.

Tommy apologized and that was that. Phil pressed another kiss to Tommy's hair and tucked him in for the night. That morning after, the story about the Arctic was all but forgotten in favor of running and playing with Wilbur.

The second lesson he learned was that trust is earned, not given.This rule wasn’t one Tommy had ever really realized the importance of until he was about nine.

It wasn't as though he'd never seen it, with how his brother drew people like Schlatt and Techno to him, or the way his uncles could always reliably be seen by his father's side. But he still was a prince surrounded by people trying to please him.

That is, until he met Tubbo.

Tommy had seen him once before in passing, pointed out to him by Pete who wandered over by his side.

"That one should be interesting," the older man said with a mischievous grin. "He has promise, after all."

He looked up to the man his father considered his friend, salt and pepper hair blowing in the wind and mischievous eyes twinkling with something he couldn't name.

And Tommy was nothing if not curious. More so about the boy his father's old friend called "promising". Unfortunately, Tubbo was tired and Tommy was the last person he wanted to talk to after his long day. So when they finally met, Tommy had much to say to the boy who would spend time with him.

Tommy had imagined how they would play and perhaps prank the members of the castle. They would be fast friends, he decided, inseparable. He stayed still and quiet throughout the ceremony, as his uncles welcomed each recruit, as his father stood and echoed the sentiments; though he felt jittery and couldn't wait for the end.

He was convinced that they would be friends. That they would get past guard and protectee and said as much when they finally had a chance to meet, away from the public eye.

After an alarming amount of time silent, Tubbo had very kindly told him to fuck off, which was a first for the prince to hear, but had made sense, especially after their first meeting had ended in what could be kindly called a disaster.

This was a rule he learned slowly over time. A rule he learned through trial and error. A rule he knew in principle, with the old stories of how his uncles Wisp and Jordan seemed to be everywhere and how they appeared right by his father's side when he needed them, but not a rule he knew very well in principle. It took quite a bit of time, a year and a half in fact when the two finally became friends.

And Tommy had been right.

They were the closest of friends, partners in crime in their own little quest to play pranks on the rest of the castle.

Last, Tommy had learned that sometimes lying was needed. This was a rule that was hard to swallow.

Let it be known that in principle, Tommy hated lying; hated liars and hated their cloying smiles as they weaved untruths into their words. He hated it with a passion, hated how they would lie for their own personal gain. There was no use in it, no mutual benefit in it and no fun in it.

Lying was the coward's way to the hearth. It tied a thread so loosely that one tug at it would cause the whole tapestry to unravel. It was a waste of time and a waste of the precious little warmth they could get.

So this rule was hard to understand. It took far too long for Tommy to understand that sometimes it was necessary. That sometimes for them to live, they must lie to survive.

It was an unspoken truth that as much as the Arctic was as no nonsense they could get, they also loved spinning tales and weaving stories. It was an unspoken truth that as much as those of the Arctic abhorred the flowery language of the tropic, they practiced the same language when speaking to others, hiding in plain sight.

It was an unspoken truth that the Arctic were hypocrites.

Tommy hated liars, hated them with all his being. It was very much a tropic mentality, to twist words when a simple answer could be said instead. (He didn't realize that was only because Phil wanted to be truthful with them). He couldn't understand why Wilbur had to schmooze with the more tropic merchants, plastering a smile and a laugh when he knew that all his brother wanted was to kick them out of the castle. He didn't understand why he had to lie about where Wisp would go at times or about why his brother would tell him he was going on an adventure when he knew he wasn't.

He didn't understand until he saw for himself.

Tommy wasn't naive nor an idiot. There was no place for that in the Arctic. He had survived so long for a reason, no matter how much Phil and Wilbur and the rest of his family had tried to keep him in the dark about it.

Tommy wasn't an idiot.

But he still felt like one when he overheard Wilbur whispering prayers to the stars to keep Tommy safe after an assassination attempt. He still felt like one when Techno told him of the horrors he'd witnessed burning in the tropic. He had felt like one when Schlatt had uncovered a coup in the far edges of the empire.

He felt like one when Tubbo told him how old he truly was, how young he truly was. How he’d been starving. How signing up was his last chance. How his best friend had lied on his papers; forged papers in fact. How his whole family knew in an instant but he was never informed. How his best friend could have died and he would never have gotten the chance to meet him.

The Arctic was filled with hypocrites and Tommy was one of them.

He didn't care that Tubbo had lied. He didn't care that he had to lie. He didn't care how many lies his family had to make.

He didn't care about that.

This third rule was the hardest to swallow. It was the hardest for its necessity. The Arctic was cold and ruthless and its people the same. To protect his friends, his family, lying and untruths were a must to survive.

---

Tommy had learned three rules throughout his life. Some he knew in an instant, others had taken a while to understand.

But he wasn't an idiot.

Tommy is the second son of the Arctic after all, gifted with power that no one could understand and taught by the cold winds and night skies.

[chatonyant]

im just so sad about this funky crow ninja

Listen

Listen

Itachi is just

Such a tragic character and it makes me so sad

Like he's a pacifist at heart but he was forced to be the literal opposite at such a young age and I'm just so sAD ABOUT IT

(Under cut cause it’s long and it’s about the uchiha massacre if yall would rather not read bout that But it also has some soft ideas down at the way bottom if yall wanna just speed scroll to the bottom)

How he came to the choice he made regarding the Uchiha massacre totally makes sense to me. It wasn't a good decision, it wasn't a decision best suited for the situation, but it made sense. And it gets worse once you realize that he was 13. Thirteen. No wonder he couldn't find/use a third option. He's still a child, even in this world of child soldiers. He bloodied his hands and wore a mask so that the home he loved and the brother he adored could be safe.

I wish his story could've been written... better, for a lack of proper words. Maybe that is the right word. But I want to see him do more for Konoha. He became a missing nin for Konoha to spy on Akatsuki/Madara but we don't see the results of that. What information does Konoha get from him? Because we know that he's still loyal to Konoha after all this time. Did he do anything to slow Akatsuki down? Did he do things to benefit Konoha or stop something from badly impacting it? What did he do?

And then he dIES AND HE JUST DOESNT GET A BREAK AND IM HHHHH :((((((

And he was sick and going blind too!!!! I swear he was the universe's punching bag (though one of many cause the naruto universe just Be Like That)

Fuck ok I came on here to ramble about Itachi in my au but then got sad sO AU TIME NOW

For one I want to make him.... more sympathetic? A redemption works best when its shown from the start that there is more than meets the eye. Like Zuko, for example. He was a jerk, but there are moments where it's clear that he's not as much of a jerk as he could have been. And I wanted to do something similar with Itachi (and a couple other villains tbh but it's also a matter of "Should you survive" coughObitocough I love you but idk if you survive in this au or not but I have ideas nonetheless but that is for a later time)

Anyways, morally grey but more clearly Itachi

Honestly I've got more ideas for his ending than the beginning. Which is... very annoying. This is unfortunately the case for many... many of my ideas....

An idea I've been juggling with is Itachi not killing everyone. He definitely kills everyone who's activated their sharingan and anyone who is/was a shinobi. So everyone who's not a civilian. So,,, the survivors are very very little and are civilian mothers and civilian children too young to even attend the academy and like the occasional shop owners. The massacre was to stop the coup and prevent it from ever happening, so those who have the power to set forward this coup are any shinobi. And unfortunately, the Uchiha clan is an old shinobi clan.

Itachi is not a blank mask and does cry when he kills his parents and they leave their parting words. He's 13, forced to commit a crime that goes against his every wish, moral, and beliefs. Plus I believe the Uchiha are naturally every emotional- or at least feels it more intensely than others. Their whole defining ability has to do with emotions. They feel Very Strongly.

And thus by "cry" I mean he cries a lot. He almost has a breakdown right then and there when little baby Sasuke crashes in and see his crying older brother holding a bloody blade over his two very dead parents. 

For someone willing(ish) to murder a(lmost) a whole clan for the sake of his little brother, Itachi sure does directly hurt Sasuke a lot. Like genjutsu torture? Placing responsibility of avenging a whole clan on his tiny, angry shoulders? Oof, Itachi, bad ideas. 

So Itachi wants Sasuke to be safe. To be happy to the best of his ability. So instead, he uses a milder form of Tsukuyomi to place a suggestion in his baby mind that Itachi was in fact a cold hearted murderer. But the human mind is a strange thing that is difficult to understand, so for years Sasuke has nightmares of that night with his perception of Itachi varying wildly between a stone cold face and a tear-stained one. 

Itachi doesn’t do the whole “hate me and kill me for vengeance” because, again, he wants Sasuke to be safe and happy. Considering that he lives in a shinobi village and just had a highly traumatic experience, both are hard to come by, but the least Itachi can do is not have Sasuke’s whole life be overcome by hatred. Curse of Hatred is a very real thing, Itachi. I know you want Sasuke to have a goal to drive him forward and not waste away but bad idea Itachi. Maybe he says something else. Maybe he tells Sasuke to get stronger (but not in a “so you can get revenge” kind of way). I don’t know. But he doesn’t quite plant the idea of vengeance in his mind, so Sasuke’s motivation and drive ends up differently. Butterfly effects oho Also since Sasuke unlocked his sharingan during the massacre... is it possible to activate mangekyo as well? Cause he loves Itachi most, yes, but he also loved his parents, his mom especially. Would that be enough? Wiki says “death of someone close to the user”, so it’s possible, I think.

So many ideas about the massacre holy shit

Like Shisui. I’d totally love to make him live but frankly, I’ve got no idea how. :”D sorry Shisui, you’ll have to stay dead until I can find a solid reasoning as to how you survived and why

As for Madara/Tobi, well in anime he went after the Police headquarters while Itachi went after everyone else so there’s that, not much to change there

Then there’s a whole bunch of aftermath hijinks

Itachi is said to have aided Konoha within Akatsuki, but it’s not very clearly shown. Considering how we aren’t shown what exactly he passed on, that will be uh.... perhaps expanded on later. 

Sasuke and Itachi interactions before Shippuden would be different due to Sasuke’s own differences, but those differences haven’t be set yet so that will be explained later.

Ok, now the whole Itachi dying and being reincarnated shebang. Fourth War sure is wild as fuck. “Let’s mass reincarnate people!” what.

I don’t want Itachi to die. I want to let him rest. But not in death. 

So the general idea I have for the “end” of the story is:

He becomes legally blind. Not completely blind, but very close. His chakra coils are fucked and his sharingan are stuck in a way that he can kinda see chakra but very vaguely. 

His illness isn’t completely healed, but it’s much better than before; Sakura and Tsunade are legendary at what they do

He returns home to Konoha. Not sure how he will be accepted into the village but I was thinking the village makes a half-lie half-truth story pinning the blame on Danzo (Cause when in doubt, blame Danzo. Or Zetsu. But Zetsu isn’t blamable here)

He may not be imprisoned, but he isn’t free to roam. He’s monitored and has a (temporary?) seal placed on him limiting his use of chakra.

Itachi is surprisingly ok with all of this. He gets to retire from a shinobi life and he’s unraveled the story to Sasuke and was gifted a form of forgiveness. Life’s chill.

He works at the Yamanaka flower shop. It’s calming, peaceful, and it’s run by Yamanaka, powerful shinobi and also knowledgeable on psychology.

His crows are now seeing eye crows. They sit on either his shoulders or head and squawk whenever Itachi is too close to bumping into something. Sasuke very much enjoys when the crows are on Itachi’s head because when he tosses little treats at the birds, sometimes they land in Itachi’s hair.

It’s very hard for the shinobi to fear this honestly tiny man (because Itachi is small, fight me) who’s humming while watering plants with a bird on top of his head while the various heroes of Konoha take turns tossing treats at the bird like it’s a dog. 

“Nii-san. Nii-san stop squishing my cheeks.” “But Sasuke I want to see your face.” “Nii-san-”

oh my god so much brain power used on the massacre just so i could make itachi have a very domestic ending

[bxthharmon]

Never Go Home Again, Pt. XI || JJ Maybank x Reader

Words: 2910

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: Abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes, sex and sex tapes

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy.  teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: JJ and Y/N reconcile upon her return

A/N: and yall are finally gonna learn the readers story lmao. im going to bed like, asap

Chapters linked in my masterlist.

“masterlist”

You’d known JJ for over a month, and you’d never been nervous to see him. You always felt comfortable, and sure, you felt fluttery when he kissed your cheek, flirted with you, put his arm over your shoulders, but you’d never felt like this. You fiddled with the friendship bracelet Kie had made you a week ago, and chewed on your lip as you sat on the porch of the Chateau. You could hear someone in the garden, but made no move to see who it was, stuck in stasis as you stressed. Your vision was cloudy. Everything he had said, it hurt. It hurt because it was true. You hadn’t been honest with him, with any of them, and they had welcomed you and helped you for weeks now. You needed to come clean. They deserved to know - JJ deserved to know - and it was unfair of you to keep it from them any longer.

It was all still fresh. It had been three months since the divorce was finalised. Two months since everything went down with Tyler. One month since you met JJ. You closed your eyes, psyching yourself up. Was John B home? Kie or Pope over? Was JJ even there, or was he home? You wondered, Please don’t let him have been home.

You heard an engine, and looked up. Pope’s car rolled up, and you stood, Kie popping the door open and pulling you into a close hug. She pulled away, eyes shining, “We didn’t know where you were - you weren’t answering calls and your dad only said you’d gone away.” she blinked slowly, opening her eyes again with a determined light.

“We thought you were dead.” you looked away from Kie, seeing Pope. You pulled him into a hug. “JJ’s been a mess. He stole 30 Gs off  a drug dealer.”

You smiled slightly, “I’m sorry for leaving like that. And I’m sorry for hiding everything. JJ was right, I haven’t been honest, and that’s not fair, you guys mean the world to me.”

Pope nodded, “You needed time, that’s okay. You’ll tell us when you’re ready.”

You thanked him. “Did JJ go home?”

“I think so.” Kie murmured, and you swore.

“I haven’t even been home yet.” 

There was a whirring behind you, and you all turned, the trees igniting in gold as a stupid amount of fairy lights lit up you small scene. You raised your eyebrows.

“What the hell?” asked Pope, the three of you in matching surprised expressions.

“Who the hell is that?” Kie questioned, leading you and Pope through the trees.

Lights illuminated the clearing outside the Chateau, gold and red shining brightly on the scene before you. A jacuzzi, lit with floating flamingo drink-holders, surrounded JJ, shirtless with a pair of stolen glasses. He held a champagne flute in one hand, and you heard the pop of a bottle opening. The three of you stood across from him.

You could see, plain as anything, he was at breaking point. The combination of the hunt, his dad, and you had unravelled him. I did this, a voice commanded, this was me.

“What did you do, JJ?” Pope asked, taking in the brilliantly lit display.

“I got a jet going straight in my butt right now.” he crooked the glasses, down, looking over the three of you with unfocussed eyes. “Y’all should get in immediately, you hear me?” he sloppily poured a drink “Salud!”

Your heart broke for him. His eyes fell on you, “Y/N?” he slurred, “Y/N! I thought you were-” hiccup, “-dead! You just, uh, you just disappeared.”

“I’m sorry.” you sighed.

“No - no!” he shook his head, voice too gleeful for his words, “I’m sorry!” he tipped his head back as he downed the champagne straight from the bottle.

“How much did this cost?” Pope interrupted.

“Uh… well, with the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery…” he chuckled, “pretty much all of it, yeah.”

You kept your eyes on him, knowing that one too many questions would release a dam full of emotions he’d been hiding for years.

“All of it?” Pope stepped forwards.

“Yeah, all of it.” JJ repeated.

“You spent all the money in one day?”

“Pope,” you muttered, knowing JJ wouldn’t last.

“Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket.” JJ confirmed, gesturing sloppily. “But, I mean, like, come on - guys - like, look at this! Finest in jet-based massage therapy, that’s what they told me!” Kie looked thoroughly unimpressed. “Kie, what? Can’t a man have a little luxury in life?” his voice was hoarse, and you felt worry building in your stomach and pounding at your head. He whipped his glasses off, “Come on, all this scrimpin’ and scrapin’...” his voice went soft, “I mean like - guys, we - you only live once, right? Enough of this emotional shit, get in the Cat’s Ass. Come on!”

“In the what?” you frowned.

“In the Cat’s Ass.” he shrugged, a small, drunk smirk playing at his lips, “That’s what I named her. Oh! Hey, yo, I almost forgot!” he switched a button, and the water lit up, a light flashing as the already bright display got weirder. He was about to break. “Yeah, that’s right, I now. Disco mode! That’s right, baby!”

“Are you kidding me?” Pope cut in, and you squeezed your eyes shut for a second, knowing that he and Kie were pulling at a tether that was seconds from coming loose. “You could have paid for restitution!”

“Or literally given it to any charity!” Kie added.

“Or better yet, you could have helped us buy supplies to get the rest of the gold out of the well!”

“Okay well you know what? I didn’t do that!” JJ burst forwards, showing a selection of purple bruises littering his torso. “I got a hot tub!” you kicked off your shoes, tears building at the thought that the person supposed to love him the most would hurt him like that, “For my friends. I got a hot tub for my friends. You know what? No, you know what? Screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family! I got this for you! Look, guys, look what I did for you! Alright? Look at this! Look at this! No, you stop being emotional. It’s fine, okay?” You stepped forwards as he continued, stepping over the walls of the tub and pulling him in, letting him cling to you. You let him sob on you. “I just couldn’t do it.” He was convulsing with sobs while you tried your best not to, knowing you had to be strong for him. You had to. “I couldn’t take him anymore! I was gonna kill him.” You felt Pope and Kie’s arms wrap around the pair of you, the lot of you wet with tears and hot tub water. “I just wanna do the right thing.”

“I know.” you murmured, stroking his hair and closing your eyes as you tried to keep your breathing steady.

Kie and Pope got out first, leaving after you told them you’d deal with him. You sat him down in the tub again, turning the jets off. You wiped away the last of his tears, gently prying the champagne away from him. You stroked his hair, letting him lean on your shoulder until his breathing returned to normal. You stood up then, helping him out of the tub and guiding him to the bathroom, where you sat him down on the closed toilet seat as you ran a hot bath. You distracted him by reminding him of your best memories since you met him, until the bath was full. You helped him in, washing the chlorine out of his hair, and letting him relax.

You sat on the edge of the tub as he blinked up at you, sobering up quickly. He lifted a hand from the water, touching your waist tentatively.

“Where did you go?” he whispered, the silence pressing down thickly.

“To see an old friend.” you hadn’t thought about your leaving for hours, and now you did, you wondered how broken he’d be when he found out you’d slept with two people while you were gone.

“You went to LA.” he muttered.

“Yeah.” you nodded slowly, touching his cheek, lightly. “I’m sorry.”

He blinked at you, confusion painted in his features. “Why?”

“I left.” you helped him stand up, guiding him out of the bath. You handed him the towel you’d found, leaving him to get him a change of clothes. You picked out a top and joggers, brushing away a stray tear before rejoining him. You turned around while he changed, then lay him down in the spare bed. You draped the blanket over him, changing quickly into the only other joggers you could find, and one of his tops. You lay down in front of him, taking in his bright, cobalt eyes and soft pink lips. 

“Why did you go?” he sounded broken. So broken.

“I felt trapped, like you would all hate me. So I went to see the people who I knew would be there for me, no matter what. Then I realised that, more than anyone, more than my friends in Cali, that was you guys.” he gazed at you, a strange look in his eyes as he processed your words.

“I shouldn’t have yelled.” he closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, there was a teary sheen to them.

“No.” you rejected his claim. “I needed it. I’ve been avoiding it, thinking that would make it all go away. It was stupid. If you hadn’t have yelled, I wouldn’t have gone. And if I hadn’t have gone, I’d have avoided it for the rest of my life.”

He let a tear slip. “I fucked up.” he murmured. “I fucked us up.”

“No. No, I did it. I wasn’t honest. I was so desperate not to repeat what had happened that I pushed you away.”

“What did happen?”

“Where do I start?”

“At the beginning.”

--

Your parents loved each other. They lit up when the other entered the room, and looked at each other like the world revolved around them. They met young, in highschool. Your mom was pregnant with your brother by senior year, and they got married when school was over. Three years later, once they had a house and two steady jobs, they had you. Highschool sweethearts, it always seemed perfect.

You were convinced they were perfect, until you were ten. They had a huge argument, so big, so loud, that the neighbours called the cops, and you and Lewis had to spend the night at friends’ houses. They never argued like that again.

You knew they loved each other, even after that. Over three years later, on the brink of your fourteenth birthday, you noticed they hardly spoke anymore. Family meals stopped, and they avoided each other at all costs. After a few weeks, you came home to a floor covered in glass and crockery, and your parents sitting across from each other crying. Things were perfect for two more years.

Then, she started getting angry. She threw things, hit things, broke things. She took out all of her frustrations on the family, never caring to explain herself.

Your mom lost her job, but was still out all day, everyday. You saw her with another man three months after. When you saw her, you understood something. 

Your mom hated her life. She hated not being able to afford things, not being able to go on holiday, not being able to treat herself. She wanted to live a life more glamorous than what your father could give her. You hated her for it.

You asked her about it the next day.

Your brother and dad got home to see her things packed, and you sitting at the kitchen table, bruises around your neck and a cut over your right eyebrow. The divorce papers arrived within a week. 

She didn’t fight for custody. She didn’t call. She didn’t try to see you.

--

JJ nodded slowly, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb. “She’s been calling you.” he murmured.

“She feels bad.” you shrugged, “I had a go at her, she hasn’t called since.”

“Did you see her while you were in LA?” 

“No, she lives in Brentwood, I didn’t want to waste my time there.”

“Fuck her.”

“Yeah.” you smiled, “Fuck her.”

“Y/N?” he whispered, “Thanks for telling me that.”

“Your welcome.” You shrugged.

“Who’s Tyler?”

“My ex.” 

“What did he do to you?”

You searched his eyes, knowing you had to tell him. You took a deep breath.

--

You met Tyler in middle school. He was the tallest in the class by an inch and a half, and the best looking. You were best friends with Cassie, and Cassie’s parents knew his parents, so you were friends by association. You cruised through middle school, skating with him and his friends when you weren’t at school or hanging out with Cassie.

At some point in Freshman year of high school, his friends stopped joining your skating days, and you and Tyler got close. He asked you out near the end of the year, and you said yes. You spent your summer drinking and smoking with Cassie or skating with Tyler, losing your virginity to him just before the start of your sophomore year. You went steadily for a year, letting your relationship become more and more toxic, until he would throw fits if you so much as spoke to another guy. You lost your friends as he tightened his grip around you, keeping you close with threats and bribes. 

He was the only one who was there for you when your mom started cheating, because he was the only one you talked to. You let yourself be vulnerable, and he took advantage of it. You went out with Cassie just before that night with your mom, telling her about your failing relationship and breaking family. She was the one who told you to break up with him. 

You waited three days. 

He took it well. Nodded, didn’t cry, left quickly.

The next day, your life was hell. You got pulled from English by the police, and taken to the principal's office, and sat down. He told you that a load of photos and two videos had been leaked from an anonymous account. Nudes, two sex tapes. You didn’t even know the videos existed. It was all over Instagram, and even a couple of porn sites. 

You didn’t even know. Not until that moment. No one mentioned it, they just gave you funny looks. It all made sense. Your dad came in, they explained it all to him. They traced it to Tyler’s phone, and your dad chose to press charges.

You saw Tyler a couple of times, in huge, explosive fights outside his house. The case was days away from success, days from him being sued, an agreement saying he’d never be able to share them. Then, your mom came back. It had been almost a month, but she came back, taking almost every penny your dad owned.

Unable to afford the lawyer as well as the moving fees, the case fell through. You only found out about the move the next day, talks of it having been circulating for a few weeks. You had three days, and in those days, all of your friends fell out with you, deciding you had chosen to hide it, not believing that you hadn’t known. Your only ally was Cassie. 

You moved, and then, you met JJ.

--

JJ’s eyes were glittering, shining, with fury. He was hurt at the idea that someone would hurt you like that. He wanted to hit something, but given your vulnerable state, tried to remain calm. You nestled into him, breathing sporadic as you processed the fact that you had said it out loud. He ran his hand over the bare skin under your borrowed top, an act of comfort that spoke the thousands of words he didn’t know how to say. The air felt thick with tragedy, hanging over the pair of you like a suffocating blanket. 

The night was raw, painful. Wounds that were hardly healed were torn open, twice as big, exposed, hurtful. Both of you, teenagers who’d been through more than any teenager should have, hurting. You didn’t move for a long time, the comfortable silence consuming you. His breathing was slow, resting. He slipped into a well-deserved slumber, as you listened to his heartbeat. You realised that you felt something for him. You’d never felt it before, not even with Tyler. You felt your heart swell when you thought about him, and contract painfully when you thought about his hurt. You decided you would protect the boy until the day you died, because God knows he needed it. 

Always the protector, helper, giver. He deserved to be protected. He deserved more than what he had, more than you could offer, but it didn’t matter, because as long as you were able to, you’d try and be what he needed, deserved, wanted. It came out as a whisper, breaking the long, peaceful silence. Rough and straightforward, plain and forward, but full of meaning. Full of the emotions you’d hidden from him, the thoughts that plagued you at night, the words you’d tried to push down for weeks now.

“I love you.”

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[eyeslikefoxglove]

Episode 21 - The PTSD is strong with this one & we need more braincells

Hello hello! Welcome to the commentary. How’s everyone? I’m frozen solid because it’s mid-June in Spain and yet we had 11°C yesterday. Fucking awesome!

I AM NOT WEARING MASCARA SO I CAN CRY ALL I WANT. I DONT KNOW IF THATS GOOD OR BAD THO.

Can I just take a second to appreciate how much this big strong powerful men emote? I mean, I know this isn’t western media where the tough guy can’t show emotions, and I don’t know that eastern media has the same hangups about men emoting but just... it’s so refreshing.

Huaisang bb you’re so sweet.

Oh, oh the PTSD is strong with this one.

Also, bless both JC and NHS, they absolutely noticed WWX flinch and, in their own ways, went and steamrolled over it so WWX wouldn’t feel scrutinised.

WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST TO INFORM YALL THAT I GOT A KITTEN ON MY LAP. (She’s kneading my boob, which, ow, but...)

*BICHEN GRIIIIIIIP*

How do y’all think the guards go deliver bad news to WRH? Like do they paper-rock-scissor it? Draw straws?

NMJ did you have to?

And once again I wonder what would’ve happened if JFM had let sect leader Yao kick it.

Ughvhfnevus it’s this clown. Same as with Su She, if you see a bunch of screaming it’s just me not wanting to listen to Jin ZiXun.

The Nies: let’s throw a banquet to honour WWX’s return

Every asshole there: *gossips about WWX while in the room with him*

Once again I wish I could transmigrate (and speak mandarin lol) and just start delivering tongue lashings.

Listen, I have no idea how to play Guqin, but I did play the guitar for years and even from here I can see how much YiBo’s hands don’t match the melody. Nothing against him but why does this always happen? I know they got classes, so was the music not written by that time or something? Because one thing is not hitting the correct notes, another is plucking slow notes when the tempo is much faster.

JC: Since yours and LWJ’s unhappy separation...

My dumbass: do you mean breakup? *eyebrow waggle*

You will pry my “JC knows his brother is pinning after LWJ, he probably doesn’t want to know anything else” hc out of my cold dead hands thankyouverymuch.

WWX: *spouts a bunch of misdirection to avoid giving JC a straight answer*

JC: Bull-fucking-shit.

Should I count how many times WWX PTSDs all over the place or would you like me to leave your hearts intact? That’s two so far.

Ok ok, I feel that, if someone with a bit less trauma and a bit of insight (NHS maybe?) had seen the bit where ChenQing fucking hurts Shijie thing would’ve gone differently. I mean, yes, LWJ keeps warning WWX that this shit is gonna fuck him up, but as I said in my previous commentary LWJ also has the communication skills of a hermit crab so that wouldn’t work, and JC would be too wound up and WWX too busy trying to conceal his lack of golden core for that conversation to go anywhere. But if someone who WWX knows is a good egg (I’m not gonna say trusts bc paranoia) had sat him down and told him “your new instrument that you use for your new form of cultivation just hurt the person you love most please be careful when you use it.” I think it would’ve worked wonders towards his health overall.

I know Shijie says it’s like Zidian, but she’s not working with the fact that this thing is made for and by the Dark Side of the Force and I’m sorry but I can’t help but see ChenQing as a bit of a horrocrux almost. Or like, if you like me think the Burial Mounds is an Entity, something that’s a bit more sentient that it lets on.

Speaking of reputations and NHS being a good egg, I have oh-so-many ideas (I won’t say plot bunnies because I can’t write for shit) in which NHS for Reasons (time-travel? Letter from the future? His massive brain?) realises just how much damage WWX is doing to his public image. And he might be a sheltered dandy, but he saw what being the son of a sex worker did to Meng Yao despite how hard he worked (I’m assuming he doesn’t know about the whole betrayal business). This is way fucking worse, like hell is he going to let one of his best friends paint a target on his back. So he pulls back his sleeves, engages his slytherin brain and proceeds to lay down a plan to throughly destroy WWX’s reputation as a powerful genius.

I’m guessing LWJ and JC protest, and maybe WWX, and NHS just hits them with “do you want him respected or alive?” And they shut tf up. He glues himself to WWX, and brings up as many instances in which their behaviour can be compared as he can (we got drunk and punished at cloud recesses, we slept in class, we skipped to go fishing, I don’t carry my sword either). And, because assholes be assholes, people like Sect Leader Yao or Clown Cousin are quick to start spouting their own derogatory bullshit and thus WWX the untamed powerful prodigy dies a fiery death. Now he’s just a mouthy kid with a quick mind that “does tricks instead of battle” (I’ll never get bored of using that Thor quote). I also like to think that people who personally know WWX and are not pieces of shit go give NHS a tongue lashing for messing with what they thought was his friend, NHS takes that as a test of good eggness and bring them into the plan. Soon the whole Cloud Recesses class is swearing up, down, left, right and centre that all the shit WWX has ever successfully pulled is just an insane amount of luck and quick thinking.

I don’t know how would they work him into the battlefield (disguise? Mask?) to unleash his demonic cultivation but that’s Plot and I don’t do that.

Also, because I’m a terrible human being I want to say that people assume LWJ is on “pretty but useless” WWX like white on rice because *insert derogatory comment about being good in bed and sexual favours*. Because y’all know the assholes here are Like That. And WWX is horrified because holy fucking shit he’s gonna drag LWJ’s reputation down, he can’t have people thinking HGJ is ok with having him as a concubine pretty much. But before he can act LWJ politely all but confirms that yeah, he’s tapping that, y’all wish you were but he doesn’t share and none of y’all are good enough for his Wei Ying anyway. CUE FAKE/PRETEND RELATIONSHIP BECAUSE I AM INDEED TRASH FOR THAT TROPE.

Muahahahaha y’all thought I was gonna devolve into my personal hcs and not include my fave trope? Shouldn’t y’all know me better by now?

(Btw I like this bit ^ so I might polish it a little and post it separately as well, just a warning if you find yourself reading an eerily similar post by me)

WuJi is playing and LWJ is pining so much. Also, if LWJ did not just realise that, just like Yu the Great, WWX had no other option but tame resentful energy I’ll eat my blanket.

I refuse to believe Jiang Yanli didn’t become the unofficial war camp therapist/sounding board/only sane person/everyone’s mum/I just need a hug and a corner to cry in peace. There are not enough fics about Shijie being her gentle BAMF self while in the camp and it’s a pity. My crops are dying y’all!

Also, I will fight anyone who scoffs at Shijie being the epitome of the “gentle woman who cooks and waits for the men to come back from war”. Look at her mum, do you think it is easy for a kid (she was a kid in the flashback when WWX ran away) to see that day in and day out, to have that as a “role model” and decide that she was not going to be like her mum? That she didn’t like what she saw in her so she was going to be kind and gentle? And do you think it is easy for a person barely in their twenties to deal with years of verbal and psychological abuse for again, being gentle and kind, and not grow a hard shell of bitterness to protect themselves? And to keep being gentle and kind while at war, with your parents dead and your siblings unraveling before your very eyes? Shijie is so fucking strong and I love her.

Hey look, the White Walkers!

“Resentful energy is just energy” ok, valid. But my dude, you’ve got black ghost smoke coming out of you and can hear people screaming in your head. I’m not saying it is evil, like someone’s uptight set in his ways arrogant uncle; but it sure as shit ain’t healthy.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH (that’s a Clown Cousin scream btw)

Ok ok, just one little thing: IF SOMEONE ELSE CALLS WWX WEI YING AS A SHOW OF DISRESPECT IMMA SCALP THEM.

...are those crows eating that man alive? Yikes on bikes.

(Assume my comment about YiBo’s Guqin playing also goes for Xiao Zhan and his flute. I can’t play the flute but the tempo doesn’t match his fingers)

I’m just gonna say it, I think 3zun (well, 2zun as of now) suspect shit went down badly for WWX, that’s two questions by both of them in a very soft conciliatory tone. They are genuinely interested/worried about the topic, and don’t seem to come off as chiding or judgemental. I mean WWX is a weirdo irreverent kid and they’re sect leaders, they outrank him so much it’s ridiculous. I’m also counting the fact that both their baby brothers like him towards them being so kind. But I also think WWX just triggers all their big brother instincts the second he walks in.

Oh there’s a thought, Shijie, Wen Qing, NMJ and LXC take a look at everyone’s shitty parents and just decide to adopt everyone.

What happened at Yiling was a traumatised teenager (is WWX even 20?) PTSDing all over the place with the Dark Side of the Force whispering in his ear and an all powerful trinket at his disposal. Not saying I approve of all the torture and murder but he clearly isn’t revelling in them.

That is some outstanding bit of big-brothering on LXC’s side and I love it. Also, my dumbass just realised LWJ probably wasn’t quoting WWX when he was being punished (what is white what is black?) I think he was quoting his big brother. Which is magnitudes deep too, but in a different direction and I might love that scene even more.

Ok fuck it, I’m gonna tangent. So I had a terrible boyfriend when I was 15-18. He alienated me from my friends, sunk my self-esteem to the molten core of the earth, tried to convince me my parents were abusive and encouraged (aka threatened manipulated and cajoled) the slow tanking of my high school marks. I have A Problem when I see media where someone latches onto their significant other and everything they are shifts towards that person. Now, love, true genuine love, is powerful, and I believe it can be the catalyst for shifting your world-view for the better. I don’t have a problem with that. I don’t have a problem with people sticking with their romantic partner if it is clear their previous “family” is so much shit. I don’t have a problem with LWJ coming out of his shell and defying corrupt precepts because his love for WWX made them see they were wrong, or getting sassy and unrepentant during his punishment (I have a problem with the punishment bc that’s abuse but...). But I do side-eye WangXian being the only thing in their orbit. People need people, and WangXian have other good people around them. So I kind of love that yes, WWX showed him the system was corrupt, but it is the words of his brother he is sticking by to the defy said system.

Let’s go back to our scheduled slew of held pinning glances shall we?

LXC after That awkward run-in: WangJi I wasn’t gone that long, what the fuck did you two oblivious pining idiots do?

(LXC has “bitching” tea sessions with Shijie and you can’t convince me otherwise)

LWJ: *is being dramatic and not knocking on WWX’s door*

Me: oh my god you fucking idiot

Shijie: *walks in*

Me: oh thank god someone with a braincell.

Ah yes, there we go triggering WWX’s paranoia again. Why would he get a break.

OH MY GOD YOU PAIR OF FUCKING IDIOTS. THATS IT, FUCK THIS SHIT IM OUT.

@ LWJ: bitch wtf was that? I know you’re shit at talking but have you thought about writing it down? Letters anyone? It worked for mr. Darcy.

(Yes LWJ is mr darcy and now I want an au where LWJ writes WWX letters and just pours everything in them, WWX finds them, any everything is sunshine and rainbows)

While this bullshit fight/misunderstanding is all on LWJ’s shoulders, I’m also going to scream at WWX. Because yes, he is in PTSD hell, but he trusted LWJ before, and yet he can’t get past his perceived notion of LWJ’s character (and his own inadequacies) to trust him again and ask for help. Plus, you know, he thinks he doesn’t deserve he’ll bc *waves hand at WWX’s trauma conga line*

These episodes can’t be good for my BP.

Thanks for reading!

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Hello everyone!!! I hope yall have a great weekend, take care of yourself and spend some quality time with the ones you love. Thank you so much for for reading my stories.

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                                              Warnings

. Letters in Italic means the memory of a dialog. alright?

. This story contains angst and some fluff and mentions superficially death and alcoholism.

. It probably has some grammar mistakes, sorry for that, but I’m working to get better.

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                                                 "This is going to be weird, but... I think I'm going to miss you."

It is unclear if he meant to laugh or sigh; it was a mixture, unlived and short, makes you wonder a little longer where his mind was at.

Your hand bumps John in the shoulder playfully and unravels a loop of memories that were lurking somewhere in the dark, it makes your left eye twitch slightly, it was been this way the whole week. 

"It does sound weird. Please, don't miss me." 

John scratches the back of his neck, eyes low, radiating his nervous energy.

"I know it is too late, but, it doesn't make sense. I finally got something. The show is getting traction, you were confident about LA, doing your job from home as you wanted, why are you leaving me?"

Why are you leaving me?

You didn't want to leave him. You desired to run, fast, adrift, till your lungs freeze as you swallow the cold air of February, gasping and numb, crumbling, but controlled on the surface, similar to waking up at God knows when last night and grabbing the phone. You dial him, without the intention of doing it; something got you on automatic and there was no explanation as to why or how. All the things you said.

Reviving that feeling of reality mixed with the land of vivid dreams leaves a bitter taste of angst and doubt, but the answers were the same, wasn't it? For either of the possibilities, you had to leave him and figure how to end this before you had to leave him for good.

"Hey, this is John Krasinski and I can't answer right now so leave your message after the beep and I will call you back.

"I'm not leaving you, but I'm leaving, for now, and you can call me whenever you want, especially when the next episode airs."

"John, I just had the craziest dream, well, it's kinda how all of my dreams are, but this time there is no giant koala spitting fire or anything. It made sense, it was so vivid that I can't tell if I'm in or out of it right now. You were holding my hand so tight, too tight. I swear if I close my eyes I can feel it right now."

"Damn (Y/N) Please, talk to me. Did I do something? I know I've been busy-."

He moved on the couch, agitated.

"No, there is nothing to do with that, stop torturing yourself already! There is something I need to do, by myself this time and when I get back everything will be the same, I promise."

"I feel like I've been setting a trap for myself all these years and now is too late. I'm not even asking, I know I'm not, either way since you never actually listen to your voicemails and I will never say that to your face because you know, I can't...I wanted to say just this once."

"I feel like you need to tell me something and it's been a long time. I know you (Y/N)."

"It's been a long time, this is not the first message, but for sure will be the last, I promise, since I will be packing my shit and going very far away, I can't sneak away with your phone when you are distracted and erase all of them anymore. I'm taking turns around it again...Shit."

"What? What are you saying, John?"

A laugh to ease a rise of tension that grabs your neck with a firm grip is not enough to silence your heartbeats, loud and unsteady, it's in the throat, it's in the brain and every single one of them are telling you that this time no covers would help. He knows. You knew.

"I'm...in love? with you I.. Think I'm. I know I'm...It's driving me crazy, I'm sorry, there is no way I'm letting this ruin us okay? I promise you are never hearing this. Sorry."

Narrowed eyes stare back at you for a second that felt like a minute and stayed on your brain till he let out the air getting up from the couch.

"Nevermind. I think I need to rest, and we can talk better tomorrow."

You let him walk away, knowing that tomorrow your bags would be packed and the door of his room would be miles away from yours, but he didn't close his. You waited for the sound that was filled by an absolute silence as if both of you weren't in the apartment.

Putting your head on your hands, your fingers run through the tangles on your hair, the same way you wanted to run them through the tightness in your chest, tearing it apart to make room for anything else.

That friendship meant more than putting into the phrase "We know each other since we were 12." So people could fathom how long you've been together, never how much you've been through; there was no need for them to know. Inside that bubble you shared, there was never anyone else to complete the interior but a mixture of feelings that became a bad religion. It could pop it easily. At least now you know why your mom adored John, especially when you were both together.

Closing your eyes, your heart makes a silent prayer to her spirit. A sign, that’s all you need it.

"Can you at least admit to my face that at some point you wanted me to listen to those?"

Coldness hits your core. While you were still sitting in the same position, dizziness clouded your vision as you faced John, standing on the other side of the living room. Your primal reaction is a deep breath.

"Yeah, I do listen to my voicemails (Y/N)."

"You said..."

"I know what I said, and I know what you said, all of those messages and I can't choose to call myself too patient or dumb enough to wait for you to stop erasing them and instead of saying it to my face."

"John..."

"I know why. I get why. I get better than anyone else. You know that. Just because he left, it doesn't mean I'm doing the same."

"This has nothing to do with my mess of a father and I chose not to make this the center of everything in my life because he is fine now and mom is dead. There is nothing I can do to make it better. I don't want to make us worse; these things just don't work out."

"Just because it didn't work for them, it doesn't mean it can't work out...For us."

You swallow dry, thinking about the tricks your mind can do.

"You can't be serious."

"Yes, I can and I'm."

"You don't want this; you don't want to deal with me."

"Shocking, but I've been dealing with you for a very long time."

The first tear tickled your cheek.

"Don't pack your bags, because I love you and I'm not sorry."

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Ὀδύσσεια + τό ἑκᾰτόν part 2

OR The Odyssey + The 100 part 2, an in-depth look at parallels to Homeric canon in season 6 (specifically 6x12 & 6x13), and how the themes and motifs present on Sanctum mirror Odysseus’s return to Ithaca.

You can read the original meta here, where I explore how season 6 mirrors Odysseus’s 10 year journey back to Ithaca. In today’s meta, I’ll be talking about how the last two episodes of season 6 reflect Odysseus’s return, as well as looking into the events that occurred on Ithaca while he was gone.

DISCLAIMER: As I mentioned last time, I was a Russian Lit major, not a Classics major, so I’m not an expert on this. I studiede Ancient Greek and Ancient Greek Drama for 6 and 2 semesters in college, respectively, but my expertise is more on The Iliad than The Odyssey. Fellow Classics nerds, feel free to jump in with your thoughts/commentary!

Ready? Let’s do this.

So, last time, we talked a bit about the theme of “cunning over strength” and discussed the motif of “disguises,” particularly in Odysseus posing as “Nobody” in order to blind the Cyclops, and how this reflects Clarke posing as Josephine in order to “blindside” the Primes.

But wouldn’t you know, upon Odysseus’s return to Ithaca, he again disguises himself. With the help of the goddess Athena, Odysseus poses as a beggar in order to make it into the palace. While he was gone, the palace has been overrun by suitors, hoping to win over Penelope (Odysseus’s wife) because her husband, who has been gone for 10 years at this point, is presumed dead and she is expected to remarry. 

Of course, we see this in 6x12 when Clarke returns to Sanctum. 

(gif credit: @clakregriffin)

With Gabriel’s help, she has been disguised as Josephine. Here is where we see her using cunning rather than strength. Rather than storming the palace with the Children of Gabriel, Clarke plans to infiltrate the Primes and defeat them from the inside. 

In The Odyssey, there are only a couple of people who see through Odysseus’s disguise, one of whom is Eurycleia, a housekeeper who recognizes one of his scars. Where most of the maids have betrayed Penelope or pursued sexual relationships with the suitors, Eurycleia has remained loyal. Odysseus’s dog also recognizes him, but that’s...kinda sad bc the dog gets so excited that it dies and that hurts my heart so I don’t like to think about that. 

So anyway. 

Guess who sees through Clarke’s disguise? Murphy. 

(gif credit: @shialablunt)

Even while she is still fully in character as Josephine, he puts the pieces together without needing to be told that it’s actually Clarke (unlike Abby and Raven, who have no idea until Clarke tells them). Murphy and Clarke have always understood each other on a fundamental level, and in season 5, even Murphy calls Clarke out on being a cockroach, like him. The two of them share a proclivity for survival. They understand one another in a way many others don’t.

Earlier in the season, in 6x02, we saw Murphy protecting Clarke from herself, also. We’re supposed to be seeing these parallels, seeing that Murphy does truly care for Clarke in his own way. He’s the only person who sees through the Josephine ruse without being told. And not only does he not reveal her, but he stays behind to save their people because Clarke can’t.

So, it looks like Murphy is Eurycleia.

Many of the maids/housekeepers have betrayed Odysseus’s legacy. While Penelope is doing her best to stave off the advances of the suitors, the maids are busy laughing and making merry (and yes, sleeping with them, too). The maids are the ones who force Penelope’s hand by telling the suitors she has been stalling so as to not have to marry one of them.

Eurycleia alone remains loyal. She cares for Penelope. She keeps the house in order. She does what she can in order to care for and protect Penelope. Also, if Penelope remarries, someone else will become king of Ithaca, meaning the people of Ithaca will suffer. Eurycleia protects Penelope so that she may protect her people. Sound familiar?

(gif credit: @stevenrogered)

I’m not defending Murphy’s actions mid-season but...at the end? He got what he wanted. He could’ve gone to space with the rest of the Primes, become one of them, taken the easy way out. But he doesn’t. He stays behind to help fix what they broke, to keep their house in order, to save their people. He is Eurycleia maintaining order and trying his best to keep the peace, while Clarke is Odysseus, going off to win the war. 

(i dont mean to imply Murphy is Clarke’s servant or anything like that, bc he’s very much not that, but this seems a fair parallel to draw)

Anyway.

The past ten years, Penelope has managed to put off selecting a suitor by telling them she is weaving an honorary funeral shroud for her husband. Upon its completion, she says, she’ll choose one for her new husband. However, she’s been unravelling the knots so as to prolong the process. The other housekeepers have revealed her secret to the suitors and now they’re insisting she make her choice. Athena tells Penelope to pose a challenge to the suitors: she will give them Odysseus’s bow, and whoever is able to string it and fire a single arrow through a dozen axe heads will win her hand and become her new husband. Unbeknownst to the suitors, Odysseus is the only one who is able to do this. 

Frankly, I don’t remember if it’s bc he was the only one who was strong enough or if there was some trick to it or whatever, but Odysseus is the only person who can string this bow. So he does. And then he throws off his disguise and reveals his true identity, before slaying every single one of the suitors.

I....don’t feel like rewatching the episodes so I don’t have perfect comparisons right off the top of my head, my apologies, hoping some of yall will come to my aid in the replies but....

Remember how Clarke is Odysseus?

(gif credit: @shialablunt)

Clarke reveals to the Primes her true identity because she refuses to let them hurt the people still in cryo on the ship. Then, she pulls the lever, and she kills the Primes, “the suitors,” those who would take her kingdom, her people, her family from her. 

Odysseus and Penelope reunite and live happily ever after.

I...don’t think I need to explain that parallel ;)

(gif credit: @clarkgriffon)

A lot of scholars say that’s the end of The Odyssey, but Homer does go on briefly. Odysseus and his son go to visit Odysseus’s father and the citizens of Ithaca follow them to confront the king. They plan to avenge the deaths of their sons, both the suitors and the soldiers who accompanied Odysseus to Troy and perished before they could return. 

Odysseus has effectively wiped out two generations of young men (indirectly in the sailors case, but the people still blame him). Just like how...so many people...in this show...blame Clarke for everyone dying...without considering if she had other options. 

Odysseus feels guilty for killing the suitors, despite the fact that it was the only option in his situation. The Ithacans blame him as well. Only Athena’s divine intervention is able to assuage the vendetta and return things to some semblance of normalcy.

(gif credit: @clarkegriffinblake)

Clarke feels guilty about killing the Primes even though they gave her no other choice. It was her people or it was them. And she did what she had to do, just as Odysseus did. But she still feels guilty. 

(gif credit: @clarkgriffon)

And along comes Bellamy “We Did Do Better” Blake. Bellamy “I Have To Believe That Matters” Blake. Bellamy “Will Always Forgive Clarke Griffin” Blake. Bellamy Blake who gives Clarke some degree of solace, offers her what redemption he can, just like he always has and always will.

Of course, there are other characters who played pretty big roles in the finale that I haven’t looked at here, and I have my own theories about them. 

I could see Jordan becoming a Clytemnestra type character. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if season 7 looked a lot like The Oresteia, particularly Agamemnon, especially since this would continue with the Homeric themes we’ve had on the show thus far.

I honestly could see Octavia as Agamemnon in the way that Clarke is Odysseus. Both kings, but Agamemnon certainly had a bloodier reputation. And that would definitely go along with @bellarke-addict‘s theory that the “He” in the anomaly is Jordan. Clytemnestra kills Agamemnon. This mysterious man wants Octavia dead. Could be something to that.

Although, Jordan and Octavia are as far from romantically involved as we can possibly get so there’s definitely a wrench in the works there lol. Who knows? I’m not one for theories as much as I am one for analysis. I’m excited to see where season 7 goes, though. 

I know this was rambly and it kinda got away from me, but I hope you guys enjoyed! Come yell about Classics with me!!!

Tagging a couple people who I know wanted to see this once it was up: @absolutelynotclassicusernam-blog @oh-bloomin-heck @little-oxford-st @tainted-ones-stuff  and some folks i think will enjoy: @braveprincess @itsyagirlkath @charmaine-diyoza @daddyperun

[salems-varieties]

Anime for Halloween

I should have posted this before my movies list. But hell, It’s here now and Y’all can binge-watch over the next month. But little disclaimer. These are anime I have seen and ones I associate with Halloween because they have to do with something from the holiday. So anything with Vampires, witches, demons, etc. Anything I got a Halloween-y vibe from. This list is gonna be kind of long. Now time for me to suffer typing it and yall to get an idea from reading it. 

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My thoughts on the Anime

Everything in bold is strictly my opinion. Agree to disagree with me, and put down your own opinion in repost or in the comments but be respectful. Rude or anything of the sort will be deleted or reported depending on the severity.

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07-Ghost

Teito Klein, a student at the academy, is one of the most promising soldiers produced. Although ridiculed by everyone for being a sklave (German for slave) with no memories of his past, he is befriended by a fellow student called Mikage. While preparing for the final exam, Teito uncovers a dark secret related to his past. When an attempt to assassinate Ayanami, a high-ranking official who killed his father, fails, Teito is locked away awaiting punishment.

This one is religious, HOWEVER, Demons and the Gods of Death kinda make it more Halloween-y so :p Also as a side note; It’s only subbed so all y’all who prefer dub are gonna be disappointed.

Ancient Magus Bride

Chise Hatori, a 15-year-old Japanese girl, was sold for five million pounds at an auction to a tall masked gentleman. Abandoned at a young age and ridiculed by her peers for her unconventional behavior, she was ready to give herself to any buyer if it meant having a place to go home to. In chains and on her way to an unknown fate, she hears whispers from robed men along her path, gossiping and complaining that such a buyer got his hands on a rare "Sleigh Beggy." Ignoring the murmurs, the mysterious man leads the girl to a study, where he reveals himself to be Elias Ainsworth—a magus. After a brief confrontation and a bit of teleportation magic, the two open their eyes to Elias' picturesque cottage in rural England. Greeted by fairies and surrounded by weird and wonderful beings upon her arrival, these events mark the beginning of Chise's story as the apprentice and supposed bride of the ancient magus.

I love this one so much. My only issue is what would have made it more Halloween inspired would have been if they’s gone through Samhain and not skipped straight to Yule. BUT monsters, mages, witches, alchemists, and fae make this anime perfect for magic inspire Halloween watch.

Another

In 1972, a popular student in Yomiyama North Middle School's class 3-3 named Misaki passed away during the school year. Since then, the town of Yomiyama has been shrouded by a fearful atmosphere, from the dark secrets hidden deep within.

Horror, horror, horror and gore. Enjoy this with friends and family who have a strong stomach and are old enough to not get scared. The deaths are absolutely horrific and it takes place all around a middle school class. (Read the novel, of the same name, it’s based off if you dare)

Ao no Exorcist

Humans and demons are two sides of the same coin, as are Assiah and Gehenna, their respective worlds. The only way to travel between the realms is by the means of possession, like in ghost stories. However, Satan, the ruler of Gehenna, cannot find a suitable host to possess and therefore, remains imprisoned in his world. In a desperate attempt to conquer Assiah, he sends his son instead, intending for him to eventually grow into a vessel capable of possession by the demon king.

Anyone who’s been around anime long enough knows or knows of this anime. Who wouldn’t have added this into their Halloween Anime list? It has to do with Demons and the Son of Satan.

Black Butler  

Young Ciel Phantomhive is known as "the Queen's Guard Dog," taking care of the many unsettling events that occur in Victorian England for Her Majesty. Aided by Sebastian Michaelis, his loyal butler with seemingly inhuman abilities, Ciel uses whatever means necessary to get the job done. But is there more to this black-clad butler than meets the eye?

Classic as well. Don’t forget the movies and season 3. We don’t speak of season 2 0.0″ Also the manga has taken a VERY dark turn as of recent so if you’re looking for reading material, there you go.

Blood-C 

Peaceful schoolgirl by day, fearsome monster slayer by night, Saya Kisaragi is leading a split life. Equipped with a ceremonial sword given to her by her father for sacred tasks, she vanquishes every monster who dares threaten her quiet little village. But all too soon, Saya's reality and everything she believes to be true is tested, when she overhears the monsters speak of a broken covenant—something she knows nothing about. And then, unexpectedly, a strange dog appears; it asks her to whom she promised to protect the village, curious as to what would happen if she were to break that promise. Tormented by unexplainable visions and her world unraveling around her, we travel with Saya through her struggle to find a way to the truth in a village where nothing is as it seems.

Another very gory anime. Children, please do avoid.

Bloodivores

60 years ago, a strange case of insomnia struck the population, forcing them to stay awake for more than a full week. The victims, completely sleep deprived, all went mad. To cure this illness, a new medicine was produced, but the side effects turned the patients into vampires. Humanity went to war against this new species and triumphed, but some of the vampires managed to survive. Born from a Human and a Vampire, the main character Mi Liu, "The Child of Hope," is to represent the new hope that will connect the two species. Ringleader of a bank robbery, Mi Liu is arrested and transferred to a special prison of the National Defense Agency that monitors Vampires.

Genetically created vampires. Need I say more?

Blood Lad

Staz Charlie Blood is a powerful vampire who rules the Eastern district of Demon World. According to rumors, he is a bloodthirsty and merciless monster, but in reality, Staz is just an otaku obsessed with Japanese culture and completely uninterested in human blood. Leaving the management of his territory to his underlings, Staz spends his days lazing around, indulging in anime, manga, and games.

A vampire otaku... Thank you, this is exactly what I needed. 

D.Gray-Man

Losing a loved one is so painful that one may sometimes wish to be able to resurrect them—a weakness that the enigmatic Millennium Earl exploits. To make his mechanical weapons known as "Akuma," he uses the souls of the dead that are called back. Once a soul is placed in an Akuma, it is trapped forever, and the only way to save them is to exorcise them from their vessel using the Anti-Akuma weapon, "Innocence."

*Piece of advice. D. Gray-Man the first series was not finished in Dub if you’re one who prefers Dub. So heading into D. Gray-Man Hollow, you’ll be confused as hell. It’s best to just watch Sub so you don’t have to worry about missing a huge chunk of info. 

But if you like anime about demons and exorcists there’s more than just Blue Exorcist. This one I suggest because it’s phenomenal, but that’s personal opinion XD

Dance with Devils

Ritsuka Tachibana has always been a good student, so she is completely shocked when she is suddenly summoned by the student council. Even more, they seem to think of Ritsuka as a troublemaker. Led by the handsome Rem Kaginuki, the student council—also consisting of Urie Sogami, Shiki Natsumizaka, and Mage Nanashiro—tries to question her, but it soon becomes clear that they have ulterior motives.

This is one based off an Otome (Dating game) so try YT for gameplay if you wanna see the whole story. Yet another about demons and exorcists, but this time there are vampires and Cerberus added to the mix. Plus for those who know-how Otome heroines are basically pushovers, this one has a strong-willed girl as our protagonist. Thank you, Ritsuka for breaking the mold T/\T

Diabolik Lovers

At the behest of her father, Yui Komori goes to live in a secluded mansion, home to the six Sakamaki brothers—Shuu, Reiji, Ayato, Kanato, Laito, and Subaru—a family of vampires. Though at first the siblings are confused as to why the girl has arrived, they soon realize that she is to be their new "sacrificial bride," not to mention their other, more carnal intentions for her. After meeting the brothers, Yui quickly begins to question why her father would have sent her here and why she feels a strange, new pain in her chest. With each brother more sadistic than the last, Yui's life as a captive takes a harrowing turn in her new home. As her days turn into endless nights, and each brother vows to make her his own, Yui falls deeper and deeper into madness and ecstasy.

Otome with like 4? games, try YT for gameplay. I’m a little sad that it only has two seasons and the episodes are like 13-15 minutes long. Still, if you like Otome based games, you’ve most likely seen this. DO NOT EXPECT VANILLA ROMANCE. THIS IS NOT A FUN RIDE IF YOU EXPECT THAT.

Death Note

A shinigami, as a god of death, can kill any person—provided they see their victim's face and write their victim's name in a notebook called a Death Note. One day, Ryuk, bored by the shinigami lifestyle and interested in seeing how a human would use a Death Note, drops one into the human realm.

Classic... But not my personal cup of tea. I added it because it’s a salute to one of my dear friends.

Little Witch Academia

"A believing heart is your magic!"—these were the words that Atsuko "Akko" Kagari's idol, the renowned witch Shiny Chariot, said to her during a magic performance years ago. Since then, Akko has lived by these words and aspired to be a witch just like Shiny Chariot, one that can make people smile. Hence, even her non-magical background does not stop her from enrolling in Luna Nova Magical Academy.

This one is just cute and intense. Witches are starting to die out but one girl wants desperately to be a witch like her idol was. I love how this brings in witchy elements and some fairy tale elements.

Makai Ouji: Devils and Realist

The story revolves around William, an aristocratic family's progeny with rare intellect. One day, his uncle lost his possessions after his business failed. Fearing that his family's name has been tarnished, William returns home and searches with his family's butler for anything that can be converted into cash. A search of the premises yields an underground room left by an ancestor. In the room is a magical seal, and William unintentionally summons a devil. The summoned devil tells William his name Dantalion and reveals that William is the designator who can choose the acting ruler of the demon world.

If realists were like William, I think the world would be on fire. The poor people that have to deal with him. At least most of them are demons, maybe that will knock his head into gear... right?

Miira No Kaikata 

High school student Sora Kashiwagi is accustomed to receiving bizarre presents from his father, who is on an expedition around the world. Unfortunately, these gifts have been nothing but nightmares. As a result, when his father sends him a huge package from Egypt, Sora prepares himself for the worst, only to be greeted by Mii-kun—a cute, pint-sized mummy! While initially wary, Sora soon learns that Mii-kun is harmless, a delicate creature yearning for attention.

I can understand people who don’t like horror or gore. I was there once. So here’s a cute anime about a boy and his pet mummy. Sanrio really did a great job turning the manga, which was darker than the anime, into something so cute and so wholesome.

Mirai Nikki

Lonely high school student, Yukiteru Amano, spends his days writing a diary on his cellphone while conversing with his two seemingly imaginary friends Deus Ex Machina, who is the god of time and space, and Murmur, the god's servant. Revealing himself to be an actual entity, Deus grants Yukiteru a "Random Diary," which shows highly descriptive entries based on the future and forces him into a bloody battle royale with 11 other holders of similarly powerful future diaries.

I have no word on this.

Owari no Seraph

With the appearance of a mysterious virus that kills everyone above the age of 13, mankind becomes enslaved by previously hidden, power-hungry vampires who emerge in order to subjugate society with the promise of protecting the survivors, in exchange for donations of their blood.

The Apocolypse starts and vampires rule the world. I dunno if that sounds like heaven or hell for me? But in this world, it would certainly be hell. Vampires rule the world but that doesn't mean the humans are gone. An army rises to protect what’s left from the bloodsuckers. And did I mention demons? Along with the concept of corrupt angels? Oh yeah, that’s gotta be hell on earth.

Pandora Hearts

To young Oz Vessalius, heir to the Vessalius Duke House, the perilous world called the Abyss is nothing more than a folktale used to scare misbehaving children. However, when Oz's coming-of-age ceremony is interrupted by the malicious Baskerville Clan intent on banishing him into the depths of the Abyss, the Vessalius heir realizes that his peaceful life of luxury is at its end. Now, he must confront the world of the Abyss and its dwellers, the monstrous "Chains," which are both not quite as fake as he once believed.

I couldn't have found a better gif for this anime. It’s Alice in Wonderland inspired but with a much darker twist than what Disney gave us (and yes I do mean both the original and the Tim Burton version). Enjoy this one because it’s not all dark there is humor to break up the heart-wrenching. But don’t expect it to always be comical. 

Phantom in the Twilight

Set in modern-day London, the story takes place in a world where "Shadows" are born from human fear and anxiety. A young girl arrives to study abroad, only to be caught in a bizarre incident as she enters university. In a city with no acquaintances, the helpless girl wanders into "Café Forbidden," a mysterious café that exclusively opens at midnight. She meets an assortment of handsome men employed at the café, where guardians who protect the boundary between humans and shadow convene

Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and even demons; this one would be great for Halloween. I will admit though, it’s lackluster considering these guys are supposed to be Dracula, the Wolfman, and so on. It might be someone’s cup of tea, just not everyone’s 

Rosario to Vampire

Youkai Academy is a seemingly normal boarding school, except that its pupils are monsters learning to coexist with humans. All students attend in human form and take normal academic subjects, such as literature, gym, foreign language, and mathematics. However, there is one golden rule at Youkai Academy—all humans found on school grounds are to be executed immediately!

I couldn’t get through this one. I’m not gonna lie. It was basically light hentai and I’m not into that kinda stuff, but I feel like someone would have called me out for it not being here so T-T

Servamp 

Mahiru Shirota firmly believes that simple is best and troublesome things should be avoided at all costs. It is troublesome to do nothing and regret it later—and this ideology has led the 15-year-old to pick up a stray cat on his way home from school. As he affectionately names the feline Kuro, little does he know that this chance meeting will spark an extraordinary change in his everyday life.

I’m gonna be completely honest, the manga was better. I love the anime don’t get me wrong. I’ve rewatched it many times. But it cut out so much from the manga. So as an anime, watch it first before reading the manga, then go back and nitpick. If you do it the other way around you may be more disappointed.

Soul Eater

Death City is home to the famous Death Weapon Meister Academy, a technical academy headed by the Shinigami—Lord Death himself. Its mission: to raise "Death Scythes" for the Shinigami to wield against the many evils of their fantastical world. These Death Scythes, however, are not made from physical weapons; rather, they are born from human hybrids who have the ability to transform their bodies into Demon Weapons, and only after they have consumed the souls of 99 evil beings and one witch's soul. This one is perfect for Halloween with it’s dark but funny themes. If you prefer the cutesier stuff like I do sometimes try Soul Eater NOT! The concept of soul-eating monsters and a school that teaches teens to fight and destroy them, A+ content. Plus some of those teens turn into actual weapons. Where is my sign up sheet? I would gladly take that over normal boring high school. Also add the grim reaper into the mix then give him a funny voice and disposition. Gold I tell ya.

Togainu no Chi

In the wake of a third world war that left Japan in ruins, an organization known as Vischio seized control of Tokyo and renamed it Toshima. Taking place in its back alleys are battle games known as Igura, overseen by the Vischio, in which contestants battle and bathe in each other's blood to earn the chance to go up against its tournament's king, Il-re.

This one is for all my lovely fujoshi/fudanshi peoples. It’s a dark anime and based off a rated M, BL Otome. Sinners welcome.

Tokyo Ghoul

Tokyo has become a cruel and merciless city—a place where vicious creatures called “ghouls” exist alongside humans. The citizens of this once great metropolis live in constant fear of these bloodthirsty savages and their thirst for human flesh. However, the greatest threat these ghouls pose is their dangerous ability to masquerade as humans and blend in with society.

This one is mainstream for a reason. It’s a good story, anime or manga. Mainly manga. Anyway, I haven’t seen Re yet, but I’ve heard it’s sheit. Still gonna watch it though cause why the hell not.

Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru

Growing up as an orphan, Yuki Sakurai questions his reason for living and the ability to see a person's painful memory by simply touching them. After receiving anonymous notes telling him to die, Yuki is unable to shake off the nagging feeling forming inside of him. Unbeknownst to him, he is being watched, both by people who want to harm him and those who want to protect him.

Reincarnation from a girl to a boy and the girl had a hot lover that is now with her male reincarnation. And the lover is a vampire. Man, that’s confusing but the story is good. I have yet to read the manga. The anime was great from what I can remember, so give it a shot. It’s another BL anime, so proceed with caution.

Vampire Knight

Cross Academy is an elite boarding school with two separate, isolated classes: the Day Class and the Night Class. On the surface, Yuuki Cross and Zero Kiryuu are prefects of the academy and attempt to keep order between the students as classes rotate in the evenings. As the Night Class is full of utterly gorgeous elites, this can sometimes prove to be a bit difficult. It is completely necessary, however, as those "elites" are actually vampires. Yuuki and Zero act as guardians, protecting the secrets of the Night Class and the safety of their ignorant morning counterparts.

If twilight was an anime, but Bella and Edward were siblings and Jacob was another vampire. This is not a great anime but let's face it, some of us watched it as preteens, enjoyed it, and were head over heels for Zero and/or Kaname. It’s a trash anime, but great for those who are 21 and over. Do I hear drinking games, anyone?

All synopsis came from My Anime List (where the links take you). Also, I’m sorry it’s a lot to read, I just didn’t want to cut them down. Feel free to add what you think should have been on here, or what you think is a Halloween favorite on reposts. Comments are welcome and have a happy spooky season!

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Hold Me Tight

“’Hold the phone. You fucks bet that I wouldn’t ask y/n out?’ Hoseok straightened himself out. ‘Actually wait—I’m not surprised.’”

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A/N: hi yall!!! this was actually a WIP for about a YEAAAAR LMAAAO i was going through my wips and i saw this and i was like ayyyy i should finish this. huhu i hope you all enjoy this :D

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“He’s not going to do it.”

“I beg to differ.”

“He’s been hesitating since last year.”

“Guess who has a date bitches.” Hoseok walked back to his group if friends and ran a hand through his fiery red locks. He confidently leaned against the cold metal of the lockers but misplaced his footing and almost landed face first on the tiles. Embarrassment rushed through his veins and he whipped his head around to see if you witnessed his almost death, but you were busy grabbing stuff out of your locker.

It was obvious to everyone that you and Hoseok were into each other. Whenever Hoseok had time, he would walk you home after school and whenever you had time, you would accompany him to his dance practices. Each of your circle of friends made it a priority to tease the two of you by asking so, are you two dating yet?

“Damn it, I owe Seokjin five bucks.” Jungkook, a friend of Hoseok’s, groaned.

“Yeah and you owe me five bucks as well.” Namjoon looked directly at Taehyung who was already planning on escaping the conversation.

“Hold the phone. You fucks bet that I wouldn’t ask y/n out?” Hoseok straightened himself out. “Actually wait—I’m not surprised.”

“Alright, spill. What are you guys going to do for your date?” Taehyung draped an arm over his shoulders and spoke in a teasing manner.

“Well, since the fall festival is this weekend, I asked if she wanted to go together and that’s that.”

The fall festival happened once a year and it was one of the city’s largest events. It consisted of intoxicating food, cheap, yet addicting, games, and multiple rides. It was definitely popular amongst families and high school students who had the opportunity to work different shifts.

“Oh! Guess what shift Seokjin is working at the festival!” Jungkook also used a teasing tone and had a mischievous glint in his eye.

“The haunted house!” Taehyung answered a lot more excitedly than what Hoseok would have liked.

“Yeah, uh, we’re not going there.” Hoseok sighed and opened up his locker to retrieve his science textbook. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Dude, this is your chance!” Namjoon exclaimed. “When you go in there, she’ll be scared and you could hold her hand! It’s simple.”

“Do I have to remind you guys what happened last year?” Hoseok shuddered at the memory of his losing his voice after screaming too much inside of the haunted house.

“Come on, Hoseok. What’s the worst the could happen?” Jungkook blurted out and fed up with their antics, Hoseok threatened his friends with his textbook.

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It was finally happening; a date with Hoseok. For the longest time, you had a painful crush on the free-spirited boy from your algebra class. It was obvious that you were both into each other after a while and your friends refused to let you live without playfully teasing you about it. They were a pain, but they definitely meant well.

Your outfit for the date was nothing extravagant because the weather was getting colder and the date was being held at an outside event. You wore a mahogany flannel with a plain white t-shirt underneath, black skinny jeans, and your usual beat up sneakers.

You waited patiently near the entrance of the festival, twiddling your thumbs, trying not to overthink why Hoseok was five minutes late.

“Just calm the fuck down, y/n.” You whispered angrily to yourself. There were many logical reasons as to why Hoseok would be late, but you concluded with the idea of him standing you up. Your heart was pounding and even with cold gusts of wind, you could feel sweat forming at your hairline.

“Y/n!” Hoseok’s cheery voice caught your attention and made your heart skip a beat. He was dressed warmly, a dark brown coat over an off-white sweater, a matching burnt orange scarf and beanie, and faded jeans. A gust of wind blew against you and although you were freezing, Hoseok’s presence easily warmed you up.

“I’m sorry I’m late. My mom wouldn’t let me leave the house without all of these layers.” Hoseok adjusted the scarf around his neck. He noticed your body tense up and you kept your arms folded across your chest. “I think you need these layers more than I do.” Despite your protests, Hoseok proceeded to unravel the scarf to wrap it around your neck.

“Hoseok, I’m okay, I swear.” You pushed his hands away, but he obviously wasn’t buying it.

“At least wear my coat. My sweater alone is thick.” He rubbed your shoulders as he adjusted the coat onto your body. As Hoseok stepped forward to button up the coat in the middle, you felt your cheeks mimic the soft pink blush that rested on Hoseok’s face.

Today was going to be a good day.

Hoseok was the perfect gentlemen and at the same time, he didn’t stray away from his care-free antics. He bought hot cocoa and snacks for the both of you and made sure to brush the hair out of your face to avoid you accidentally eating it.

Butterflies were soaring around in your stomach; this was nothing compared to eating lunch with him at school and occasionally walking home with him. You had always known how sweet Hoseok was, but today felt different. Not only was he being as sweet as ever, he added a dash of manliness. Hoseok tried his best at playing the festival games and although majority of the games seemed rigged, he managed to win you a panda keychain.

“Thank you, Hoseok! But you really didn’t need to try so hard. You put a lot of money down the drain.” Your smile faded and you stared at the dainty accessory apologetically.

“You looked really happy when I won it so it’s alright y/n.” Hoseok ruffled your hair to get a smile out of you and it worked.

A gust of wind made you shudder and you automatically huddled closer to Hoseok. His cheeks tinted a bit, but his eyes soften when you two made eye contact. He instantly wrapped an arm around you to hold you closer; he was sure you could hear his heart pounding in his chest.

“You two lovebirds make me want to gag sometimes, you know that?”

The sudden sound of Seokjin’s voice started you both causing you to separate.

“Dude.” Hoseok coughed.

“Hi Seokjin! You’re working a shift?” You ask, trying to avoid any questions or statements.

“Yeah, but I took a quick 15 minute break because the funnel cake booth was practically calling my name.” He patted his stomach and took a swig from his water bottle. “I work at the haunted house entrance.”

Hoseok gave his friend a look that read stop giving my girl ideas.

“Hm, I actually haven’t gone into the haunted house.”

“W-Well, it’s n-nothing special. Just your typical jump scares and loud sound effects.” Hoseok tried his hardest to make it seem like the haunted house wasn’t exciting so you would lose interest in the activity.

“Oooh! I want to go! Let’s go, Hoseok!” There was a cold sweat that ran down the side of his face. “And we’re going in together so it shouldn’t be too bad, right?”

Hoseok felt his soul ascend from his body as you two approached the worn down looking doors of the haunted house. Seokjin took his spot back at the podium after telling his coworker to take a break.

“Alright, just go through this door and make it to the end—simple.” Seokjin looked Hoseok dead in the eyes. “Have fun.”

You hooked your arm with Hoseok’s and took the first few steps while he trod slowly behind you mouthing the words help me to his chuckling friend. He couldn’t quite put it into words but he had uneasy feeling going into the haunted house.

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“Be cool, Hoseok. Be fucking cool.” Even if he continuously whispered those words to himself, Hoseok could already feel that his legs were going to give out within the first ten seconds of walking in.

“Fucking hell.” You snaked your hand around to reach for Hoseok’s. “I think I’m going to die.”

“Y-You and me both.” The warmth of your hands sparked flames and it almost took away every fear swimming throughout his body.

Keyword: almost.

Within the dark and eerie red lights that were confined in the hallways, a sharp blast of mist exploded in front of them making you shriek and Hoseok scream an octave higher than you. He held tightly onto your hand as he sunk halfway against the wall beside him.

“Jesus Christ!” Hoseok breathed. “Nope, I can’t do this.”

“Come on, Hoseok! We have to finish what we started.” You lightly tugged on his hand trying to share some positivity.

Hoseok clutched his chest and allowed himself to get lifted back onto his feet. You seemed ecstatic about wanting to finish the haunted house and he didn’t have the heart to turn back now.

Hand in hand, you both slithered through a hallway filled with paintings of face just staring as you two tiptoed through the darkness. Right when Hoseok gained a bit of courage to walk in front of you, a person, who posed as a still painting, popped their head out from the frame and screamed bloody murder.

“God fucking—“ Hoseok melted down onto the floor, bringing you down with him. He clutched his chest and sighed knowing that his heart was still pumping.

You brought yourself back onto your feet and still encouraged Hoseok to keep his spirits up even though it was obvious that you were just as scared as he was.

“Just kill me. It’ll hurt less.” Hoseok focused his weight into the soles of his feet and tried to resist your hand tugging.

“We’ll survive, Hoseokie!” You shot him a reassuring smile and warmth bloomed on his cheeks.

How could he say no to that?

After many jump scares, high pitched screaming, and being grabbed at the ankles, you two were almost at finish line. You were still walking ahead of Hoseok who was squeezing your hand so tight you swore it was going to fall off any moment.

The next room that came to was small and tightly packed with what seemed to be with boxes and mannequins and one flickering light above the door at the other side of the room. With caution, you stepped foot into the room and felt Hoseok’s hand shake. He was whispering encouraging messages to himself and tried his best to stand up straight. He was so adorable in that moment that you pulled him closer to your body and gently grazed his knuckles with your other hand.

Hoseok felt his chest seize up—in a good way. It was a simple act, but it was enough for him to smile lovingly at the back of your head. Just like previous moments of vanilla PDA in the haunted house, this one was also short lived.

Two ghost actors from either side of you two popped out from the cluster of mannequins and screamed in your faces. This jumpscare made you stagger backwards and you landed up against Hoseok’s chest with his hands secured around your waist. Hoseok spewed out multiple curse words and even a few in a different language. You couldn’t help but giggle at his frustrated tone of voice.

He held onto you for about a minute or two and the entire room was silent. You assumed that the actors were either back to your places or somewhere else in the house. You took a quick look at Hoseok’s face under the very dim light and there was a small streak of sweat rolling down the side of his face. It was on impulse, but you reached up to wipe it away and caught a glimpse of the way Hoseok’s eyes glimmered.

Maybe it wasn’t the right place or the right time, but if Hoseok leaned in a couple of inches, he would have kissed you right there—right in the middle of a room in a haunted house. How romantic. But despite that, he really wanted to.

Hoseok’s hands grew numb and his heart stopped for a couple of seconds because the eerie whisper of his name was blown beside his ear. Every desire of wanting to kiss you was replaced with overwhelming fear. He didn’t mean to, but he screamed in your face and staggered down onto the floor.

“Nope, nope, nope! We’re bolting out of here y/n!” Hoseok scrambled to his feet just as quickly as he went down and pulled you by the hand.

You were speed walking hand in hand and you were also quite surprised at how Hoseok didn’t jump at the final scare of another ghost actor appearing behind a two way mirror just before the exit.

Hoseok pushed the doors open and collapsed onto the grass. He stared at the fall covered leaves of the tree above him and took deep breaths. The world seemed to be spinning and he was sweating a lot more than he would like.

“You were a trooper, Hoseok.” You joined him on the grass, sitting near his head. You used the sleeve of your flannel to pat down the streaks of sweat on his forehead and on the side of his face.

“I really can’t do scary things.” Hoseok closed his eyes and soaked in the cool air and the small strokes of your fingers that played with his hair.

“You managed to get our asses out of there and missed that ghost in the two way mirror.” Giggles were exchanged and Hoseok sat up, brushing grass out of his hair.

“Yeah, about that, I heard someone whispered my name and it freaked me the fuck out.” He twiddled his thumbs and took a second to think about how in the world did that actor know who he was.

In a short distance, Hoseok heard a familiar sound of laughter—almost like a high-pitched cackle. Without saying a word, he stood up and strided over to the side of the haunted house. Once he was out of your view, you heard Hoseok yell out two of his friends name. You almost didn’t want to move from your spot, but you were curious as to why Hoseok sounded furious. You tiptoed over to wherever he was and when you peeked over the corner, you found him clutching the black shirt of one of his friends.

“Jungkook! What the fuck!” Hoseok yelled. “What were you two fools trying to accomplish?!”

“W-We thought we were helping!” Jungkook uttered.

“Helping?! How is whispering my name helping?”

“Oh, that was for our amusement. We calculated the plan to let y/n fall into your arms and we touched your ankles in the hallway before the last room.” Taehyung spoke casually and Hoseok grabbed onto Taehyung’s shirt.

“Dude.” Jungkook hissed, warning Taehyung to shut up.

“I was doing fine—thank you very much! What more did you guys do in there?!” Hoseok sighed and grabbed their shirts tighter.

“We activated some of the sound effects and did a lot of the screaming.” Taehyung dug their graves deeper and Jungkook begged him to keep his mouth shut.

You cleared your throat making them flick their attention to where you were and made Hoseok let go of their shirts.

“H-Hi y/n! Well, we’ll just be on our way—“ Jungkook and Taehyung backed away but bumped into Seokjin before fully escaping.

“I had a feeling you two hooligans were going to do something—come on, out.” Seokjin nudged them to walk away and flicked the back of their necks while doing so.

You walked over to Hoseok who looked humiliated from snapping at his friends. With caution, you approached him and softly touched his arm.

“Hey.” You said quietly with a smile.

Hoseok sighed before whispering, “hi.”

“You good?”

“Yeah. I—I don’t deal with scary stuff well and my friends take advantage of that.” Hoseok tried to laugh it off and stared at his shoes.

“I’m sorry if I kind of forced you to go through the haunted house.” You apologized and Hoseok immediately made eye contact.

“No, no, don’t apologize! It’s fine. I mean, I survived right?” He laughed dryly and reached for your hand. “I promise it’s okay.”

“If it makes you feel any better, the best part of the haunted house was holding your hand.” The line was corny and you wanted to rip out your vocal chords for saying it, but the sparkle in Hoseok’s eye made you think otherwise.

“Y-Yeah, it was.” Hoseok held tighter onto your hand and felt shy trying to keep eye contact with you. “I guess Taehyung and Jungkook didn’t really do anything that bad, huh?”

“Maybe not.” You chuckled and wriggled your hand to fit comfortably in his.

Hoseok playfully swayed your hand side to side and even after squeezing the life out of your hand, it the warmth still felt like home.

“Let’s keep haunted houses and scary shit off the list of our next date.” Hoseok smiled at you and butterflies fluttered around inside of your stomach.

The idea of going on a second date with Hoseok made you giddy and you couldn’t even control the expression you had on your face; smiling from ear to ear and blush plastered on your cheeks. Hoseok also shared the same expression and the sight of his dimples only made your heart race faster.

“I’m already looking forward to it.”

♡ rae jagi

[shasonii]

Sonadow fanfics: A masterpost

Hey there everyone! I’ve often got asked if I could reccomend sonadow fanfics and now that I had more free time to read I’ve decided to make this my mission, because I know very well how hard it is to find safe fics that are in character!

The list will be under the cut, so I don’t clogg your dashboard.

I will Present each fanfic in the following way: FIC NAME (will be a hyperlink to the fic) Author: Platform: Status / length / last update: Summary: Warnings: Shadows thoughts:

List will be updated when i find new things to read and I’ll notify yall if that’s the case. Otherwise feel free to send me stuff you liked/wrote and I’ll add it.

Fics are listed in alphabetical order.

Advent of Equinox (ff.net)/ ao3 mirror Author: Skyblaze and Taranea Platform: ff.net Status / length / last update: unfinished / Chapters: 11 / Aug 2 2016 Summary: The werehog is back after a very mysterious eclipse is seen over the sky. Curiously, Shadow is also affected by the sudden shift in chaos energy. There is a lot happening and these two need to figure out how to manouver Shadows new power, the lack of chaos and a creeping new threat. Warnings: mutations were described in detail but yall should be fine! Shadows thoughts: God I love this one so much, it basically inspired me to go ahead and write myself so kudos !!!

Bandages Author: Toxicspeka Platform: ao3 Status / length / last update: I’m sorry. Summary: A bunch of shadsoni fics all strewn together after Sonic realized Shadow always takes more damage during failed missions.

Don’t Rain On Me Author:  mafiia Platform: ao3 Status / length / last update: Oneshot Summary: Sonic and Shadow are on a date in a café.

Falling Stars AU Author:  @/son1c Platform: tumblr Status / length / last update: Ongoing Chapters (Masterpost linked) / 26.03.2023 Summary: Sonic and Shadow crashland and lose their memories. They get to know themselves and each other, while avoiding GUN.

Flowers Bloom With Love and Hard Work Author:  RosyPumpkin and ShadowoftheLamp Platform: ao3 Status / length / last update: not updating / 18 works / Feb 22 2017 Summary: Flowershop and College AU. Shadow works at a flowershop to earn some money and Sonic is very interested in him and keeps buying flowers everyday. After a while they start getting to know eachother... Warnings: n/a Shadows thoughts: Slightly ooc and obviously dismissing canon backstories for the sake of AU-ness, and even if that is normally not my cup of tea it is executed very well and sweet. I need to confess that I didn’t manage to read all of it yet but I read the first 5 works and those were... the sweetest.

I Don’t Want To Be A Monster Author:  Super Sonic Pizza Delivery on ff.net (they deactivated) THE AUTHOR HAS A NEW PROFILE HERE: greenhillsblueskies Platform: google docs Status / length / last update: Completed / 33 Chapters Summary: When Sonic turns into the Werehog once again due to a mad experiment of Eggman's, he and Shadow must race to unravel his evil scheme. Along the way, they discover hidden truths about themselves... and each other. Warnings: major character death, dead people in general, slight gore and much blood, murder.......  This is a very Mature story. Shadows thoughts: Don’t let yourself be fooled by the warnings. The story is very heavy, but the focus is sonic and shadows internal struggles. You know a fic is good when your kin feelings activate with the fan version of your kin in that story.

Impulsive Author: FangsofLightening Platform: A03 Status / length / last update: complete / 886 words / 10-26-2016 Summary: Impulsiveness was something Sonic had always prided himself on having. It had saved his life countless times as well as the world, and was his plan B whenever something was going wrong. But this...

Moments Author: Porce_and_Coffee Platform: ao3 Status / length / last update: Not updating / Multiple oneshots / June 30  2017 Summary: A collection of Sonadow one shots. Each piece can be read separately, as they all contain just a glimpse into the lives and relationship of Sonic and Shadow. Other characters will be present throughout. Warnings: N/A Shadows thoughts: Super super sweet and very accurate and in character. Had an extremely natural feel and I cried not only once. (becuase of joy)

Requiem of a Poisoned Knight Author: Broadway-Evanescence Platform: ff.net Status / length / last update: Unfinished / Chapters: 15 / Jul 6, 2016 Summary: Events right after SatBK; Sonic hunts Merlina with the help of his new friends to find a way to save his newly won kingdom and find a way to et back home. Warnings: There will be wounds but none that make your stomach twist; nothing is described in detail. UPDATE: THIS FIC IS LOST TO TIME :( here's what i could salvage. first and last chapter. if anyone has more.. PLEASE MSG ME

Singularity Author: annuska Platform: ao3 Status / length / last update: ongoing / 7 chapters / January 21 2021 Summary: How do you grieve for someone you barely knew? How do you reconcile that grief with finding them alive again with no memory of you or their troubled past? How do you explain the magnetic pull to someone you can't remember? How do you find yourself again after death? How do you keep yourself from colliding and being dragged in by someone's gravity? How do you stop yearning for what you can't--what you shouldn't--have? Warnings: Shadows thoughts: COULDNT READ IT YET but i read the oneshot this is based on and have put this on my bookmarks ever since

Something going on here Author: cheru on ff.net Platform: ff.net Status / length / last update: Oneshot Summary:  Sonic texts Rouge an unexpected question in an effort to cheer Shadow up. (Sonadow oneshot from Rouge's perspective!)

Sonic shorts Author: XIIIBlackCatXIII Platform: ao3 Status / length / last update: A bunch of oneshots Summary: A bunch of short stories I write when I feel like it, and when I say short, I mean short. Like, 500 words. Maybe one day I'll write something longer. They may not be all the same universe. Sonic is gay. Very gay.

Well, It Must Be Chemical Author: Maeniac on ao3 / @kamikazedandelion Platform: ao3 Status / length / last update: Ongiong / 4 Chapters as of July 2021 Summary: After saving the world from the Black Arms and clearing his name, Shadow took his well-earned place among the heroes of Mobius. A year on, and Sonic has grown to count on him as a strong and reliable teammate. He's pretty sure he could even call them friends.That is, until a routine infiltration goes wrong. Shadow falls victim to one of Doctor Eggman's sinister creations -- a serum he claims will unleash Shadow's true destructive nature. With their friendship on the line, Sonic needs to find a way to stop Eggman's latest scheme, and confront the uncomfortable truth: that maybe he didn't understand his relationship with Shadow as well as he thought. Warnings: syringes/forced injection

With me Author: Sylvalum Platform: ao3 Status / length / last update: Completed / 7 Chapters with 18′142  Words Summary: The chosen Knight, Sonic, is annoying. This is an opinion that Shadow, a Knight who's been at the court for far longer than Sonic has, is going to cling to with tooth and nail. Unfortunately Sonic is odd, and he talks a lot - but it’s only blathering and joking and humming peasant songs - and he's not a noble, but he's witty and clever and far, far too charming...(or: SATBK meets Zelda)

What Lies Underneath Author: greenhillsblueskies Platform: ao3 Status / length / last update: Ongoing / Chapters: 24/? / June 17th 2022 Summary: A weird parasitic virus has been unleashed and slowly spreads. Our unknowing hero Sonic insists on joining Shadow on his Mission for GUN, despite his broken leg, and finds himself in the most wild rollercoaster of emotions he could ever have imagined. Warnings: There is lots of vomit, mind control, creepy doctors, rape mention, there is one character that makes lowkey homophobic remarks and militarism. Shadows thoughts: Very very very good fic. Very in character. Love the pace and the style. Queer author writing queer characters. I’ve cried multiple times because it was just so good. Please read this if you can handle the above warnings.

Whatever is this Infliction? Author: Jujus_island Platform: ao3 Status / length / last update: Completed / Part 1: 12/12, 20611 words, Part 2: 12/12, 21383 words  / June 6th 2022 Summary: SATBK content Lancelot has seemed to develop some sort of disease. Ever since Arthur has adopted his new pseudonym, Sonic, said disease always flares up in the form of flush cheeks and a rapidly beating heart. So why, all of a sudden, does he feel so helplessly nervous around his king? And why does his king request his presence?

Where I Lived but He Won    Author: GayAndAfraid Platform: ao3 Status / length / last update: ongoing / Chapters: 17/? / December 24th 2018 Summary: A weird corrupted chaos emerald has been found and because of an accident Sonic was forced to use Chaos Control. Finding himself in an alternate dimension he needs to face new challenges; regarding Eggmans Empire, but also his emotions. Warnings: there has only been one minor injury yet and I doubt it’s gonna get super bad Shadows thoughts: This is a really interesting AU, very gay, very in character, very good thought out world building, and also a queer person writing queer characters. I’m happy. [ this has been a message to the author @edgyqueerhog; i like the designs too ]

list of stuff that was sent to me but that i have not had the time to check out yet, therefore there are no warnings and stuff:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31124546

MERMAID AU: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29996157/chapters/73851018

[magical-agatha]

Aggy facts No.???

My goodness gracious im such an easily addicted bitch. Thank god im not empty and dead inside any more or i would definitely try to fill that hole with alcohol and caffeine again. I'm lucky i think. I got a handle on my uh, whats the word, tendency to get addicted to stuff, i got a handle on that in high school. I drank a lot but like. Now that i know i have that quality and I've learnt how to control it. I feel very lucky i guess. Even so when i listen to people talk about drinking and getting blackout drunk i think 'that sounds pretty good' before i think 'thats a bad idea'. Even just caffeine. When i drink caffeine my brain goes 'ooh, several more would be a great idea' and i sort of laugh and go 'haha yeah, it does sound nice', and then i don't drink too much caffeine i just think how nice that would be. But i really really want it and right now i can feel my brain trying to convince me to go and get absolutely munted on a trash monkey or some other kind of very strong alcohol and energy drink mixture because it sounds SO GOOD. But I'm not going to go down that rabbithole because it's expensive and i have better things to do with my life. Its the same with drugs and cigarettes. It all sounds so good to the awful goblin in my head but its bad for me and i dont want to spend my time and money on something thats like... consumable and meaningless.

Im not throwing shade at anyone who drinks or drugs or whatevers. Chase ur bliss or whatever. Do what you think is right. Im just like. Ive been thinking about this a lot today. I think its kind of funny how like.. im aggy, im like really overly optimistic and bubbly and nuts and stuff. Im all about being nice and smiles. But im so often very very close to falling into that grimy pit of addiction. People are always more complicated than you think i think. Its great. We're like. Alive. We think and feel and make decisions. Its magical. Makings decisions particularly. Thats really magical i think. And like. Oh i could go on and on. I'm in such a good mood because I've eaten nothing today but a blt and a donut and a bunch of energy drinks. I feel great. I can feel it fading but thats fiiiiine.

To be honest i should be upset with myself. I am leaning over the edge of the precipice and telling myself its safe to dip a toe it. Even though i know if i do ill get pulled under the water again. Bluh. Time to stop aggy. We cant do this again. No more booze and no more caffeine. Remember how bad it felt when you were making yourself sick? Do you want that again? No. I don't. So that energy drink you just finished was your last. Its a slippery slope. It starts with caffeine to wake up in the morning and then you start thinking about drinking booze too and it all unravels from there. Bluh. I wonder how this sounds to someone reading it. I'm sure my conversational and kind of childish tone detracts from the uhh, sincerity here. Hmm. So be it. I'm being transparent and writing down my thoughts like i always do. Maybe I'm writing this way to, to uhh, whats the word. To make it seem less severe. Because that is kind of what I'm doing. Severe addiction has been a problem in my life. I'm just lucky i never did any permanent damage to myself. Hmm. God fucking damn i would love to get fucked up right now and its the worst. Ugh give me some alcohol. Something very sweet and very potent please. Or if you have it i would kill a man for some absinthe. Ugh please. God I'd love some absinthe. Its so good tasting. I was at a party once and someone brought a bottle of green fairy and i ended up like. Just sitting with the bottle and gradually sipping it after everyone else had lost interest in it. And there was about 2cm left in the bottle that morning and yall know i drank that. God its so good. Not the stuff with wormwood in it i dont fuck with that. Oh whoa i just looked it up its like. $74 aud a bottle. Thats very expensive dearie me. No wonder zach was mad at me he spent a lot of money on that drink. That was in high school too oh dear. Well.. I'd consider it payback for all the nasty shit he did to me before we were friends. Hmm. I stole the label too. So he didnt even have a pretty bottle to take home. Suck it you hipster hack magician asshole. Your art sucked and your breath stank because you smoked too many cigarettes. Pretentious ass.