#ooc: this took awhile to seriously answer

[officialbruciewayne]

so, do you have a favorite son? i hear you have several

(asking for a friend, of course)

I see. I wonder if we have similar friends.

I suppose now is as good a time as any to teach Red Robin a little about fatherhood. I'm old, so I'm entitled to a little bit of rambling, so I hope you indulge me, Red Robin.

People often say your children are a reflection of yourself, but I strongly suspect those people do not have children. Or if they do, then they are missing out on really understanding their children.

They certainly do not have my children.

Not one of my children is a reflection. They are a vision. It is like witnessing the dawn- no matter how many different sunrises I see in my life, I am humbled every time.

In order of how I received my blessings, because I must put it in an order, and chronologically is at least a logical place to start. My apologies Duke.

Dick, my eldest. I see in him integrity, love and hope. When I think of the future, I see his face. His parents would be so proud of him and so am I. He gave me the gift of his childhood, and I will love him forever.

Although James is really her father, I still consider Babs to be my first daughter. Her understanding and her vibrancy are her gifts to the world, and I am lucky to know her. I think the entire world is.

Jay deserved better from me. All my children do, but especially Jaylad. Despite my many missteps with him, I am coming to understand the strong, loving man my son has become. Something he did without my help.

Timmy was the best surprise of my life. His brilliance, his kindness, his insight and his courage... all of these things came into my life at a time when I didn't know how to appreciate these gifts. I owe my life to Timmy.

I don't know if Steph sees me as a father to her. She and I do not work well together, and I've used that as an excuse to dismiss her. It is through other's eyes that I am discovering that what I saw as stubbornness and impulsivity is determination and fearlessness.

Cass is... ah I miss her sometimes, but how can I not be proud to see her become more than she ever believed she might be? She is sweet, and she is funny, and she deserves the world. I would tear this city down to keep her safe.

Damian is... I feel I have missed so much of his life. It is private, but Damian's beginning in life was very harsh. I wondered for a long time who he would have been if I had known about him sooner, but that regret keeps me from understanding the son I do have. A child with more love than he has ever been taught what to do with.

And Lena, my darling. She came back into my life then- and it is a miracle that she did. A miracle that she was not lost to me forever. I fear sometimes that she is. That I failed to protect her heart. It's not that I want to earn her trust, I want to teach her how to trust again, build it up within her.

Harper is maybe... another who does not see me as a parent. She has built a family for herself with Cullen, but I want her to know I see her. I see her bravery. Her and Cullen are my kids too, at least to me. The strength of finding and fighting for your family is something I cherish.

Many of my kids have complicated relationships with their own families, and that is part of why legal adoption is not always what a child needs. Duke has come into my life after experiencing tragedy and he needs to know that the world has not ended, that his parents will recover, and that I am not replacing his dad. But he is still my son, and I hope he knows that.

It is fairly... well documented that I experienced the loss of my own parents at a young age. I have tried to be the man that I needed that night. To each and every child that needs me.

I hope this answers whatever question you really wanted to ask Red Robin. Thank you for the opportunity to talk about my little flock.

[qwertyheidi]

Prologue

a solo leveling fanfic based on the prologue of the upcoming horror game "the quarry"

warnings: mentions of blood, getting injected, probably ooc jinwoo

use of he, him, and sir

reader and jinwoo are implied to be together

also this is long, like very long

Synopsis: "You and Jinwoo are the new camp counselors of Jin-Chul's Summer Camp, but things are not what they might seem in this time of night."

23:50 | June 24 - (Your Name)

Route 333

You sighed, exasperated as now you and your boyfriend are now lost, but you didn't told him since you can see he's clearly oblivious to the fact because of the music.

Without a second thought, you reached for the radio and turned off the music. Your boyfriend quickly glanced at you before staring on the road. "Why did you turn off the music, love?"

You stared at him and smiled. "I think you know why." He laughed nervously before answering, "I don't think I do."

"It begins with an 'L', like the 'L' word." He looked at you briefly. "Lesbians?" He answered with a questioning tone.

You were beginning to get agitated since you think he's really not acknowledging your situation. The smile on your face faltered as you quickly informed him, "Lost, Jinwoo. We're lost!"

"We're just," He started, trying to think of something to ease your tensed feeling. "We're in geographic flux."

"Right, so lost."

"That's debatable." You looked at him, slightly appalled when he answered that but you quickly moved on.

The car's headlights shined on the road, the moonlight peering into your view. The car jolted as it ran into a pothole.

"Oh, heads up!" Jinwoo quickly said, you two saw the phone falling off but you quickly caught it.

"Nice catch, love!" Jinwoo praised, amazed by your fast reflexes. You felt some kind of pride and smiled, "Thank you!" You said as you placed the phone on the dashboard.

"Man, the roads are getting worse out here." You commented. It's partially true but it's probably you guys who got lost and went to a road full of potholes.

"I guess it's part of the rustic, summer camp experience." Jinwoo added.

"Oh right, that's where we're going. I lost track like, Two-hundred miles ago." You said jokingly as an amused smile painted on Jinwoo's face.

"Two-hundred miles ago huh?" You nodded slowly and said, "Yeah."

You two were silent for awhile as you stared on the road, before a smile crept on your face and glanced at him. "You know, Jinwoo, it's okay. It doesn't make you any less of a man."

"You know if we should've just teleported there then we wouldn't get lost in the first place." He quickly talked back which made you scoff.

"Just get us to camp already before I roll my eyes back into my head, please." Jinwoo let out a chuckle. "I'm working on it, love."

You looked at Jinwoo, whose gray eyes fixated on the drive, before letting out a sigh. You turned back to see your backpack laying on the backseat. A leaflet and a map on its back pocket.

"Ah, voila!" You said as you grabbed the map. Jinwoo looked at it briefly before asking, "What is that?"

You glanced at him. "Yeah, yeah."

"No, but seriously what happened to the- to the normal map?"

"This is the normal map."

"The one on the phone."

You stared at him before pointing to the device. "No bars." Jinwoo let out a sigh. "Of course not."

You took a deep breath as you opened the map. "Okay, let's see. So we are," You scanned the map, hoping to find the camp. "Huh, well, I guess they don't put summer camps on maps."

You glanced at Jinwoo, who was eyeing the map on your hand. "Have you seen any signs for it?" Jinwoo didn't respond. You glanced back at the map before looking at Jinwoo, who was still glancing at the map.

"Hey! Eyes on the road, J-"

"Woah!" Jinwoo grunted as he looked back on the road to see something crouching before turning the steering wheel which resulted the car to swerve off of the road and hitting a wooden railing.

"Jinwoo!" You shouted as the car continued to drive through the forest, the vehicle hitting rough terrain which resulted to the two of you slightly bouncing on your seats.

"Stop the car!" You exclaimed when you saw a tree stump peering into the view. You quickly grabbed the steering wheel and swerved off to the right as Jinwoo hit brakes. The car moved for a few seconds before stopping.

You two were silent for a moment, shocked by what just happened and what you two saw on the road. Jinwoo looked at you, worry flashing in his eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah," You panted. "I mean, I'm still in one piece."

"By gods, what do you think that was?" Jinwoo asked through his panted breaths, "A bear?"

"What?" Your face turned into confusion. "No, no, Jinwoo, it wasn't a bear."

"What was it?"

You went silent, your brain still trying to think of a rational answer as to what it was before answering, "I think it was a person."

You saw Jinwoo's eyes slightly went wide. "Love, are you serious?" He asked, his voice in disbelief. "You think we hit a person?"

"I don't know... I- I mean it was really close, like re-really close but maybe we didn't..." You trailed, not really sure of your answer. Jinwoo unbuckled his seatbelt and went outside, crouching on the car's now broken right headlight.

"What is it?" You asked as Jinwoo stood up while staring at the broken headlight. "I really wrecked this car up." He replied.

"Well, maybe it looks worse than it is?"

"I should try and check the damage before we try and start it up again, love," He said as he lifted the car's hood. "Can you try and uh, grab the toolbox by the trunk?"

"Yeah, yeah. Okay." You unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car, your shoes landing on the muddy ground. You pulled out your phone and turned on its flashlight before going to the vehicle's trunk and opening it.

Inside, there was a duffle bag and the toolbox next to it. A folded paper was sticking out on the duffle bag. Curiosity got the better of you as you shuffled the bag towards you and grabbed the paper. 

It was a rejection letter from Jinwoo's college that he was signing up for. 

"God, Jinwoo. Why didn't you tell me?" You mumbled quietly to yourself. Upset that he got rejected and you felt bad for him since it was his dream college. 

You sighed and grabbed the toolbox before heading towards Jinwoo, who was now fixing the car.

"Thanks, love."

"Yeah." was all you said before placing the toolbox down. "Do you need a hand?"

"Yeah, actually could shine a light right here?" He asked. You shined the flashlight towards where he said and said, "There you go."

"Perfect. Thank you, love."

"The sooner we get out of here, the better." You mumbled out.

"Just picture yourself curling up in front of a big 'ol firepits and singing campfire sing-alongs."

"I don't think people curl up in front of big 'ol fire pits." You told him, amusement painted on your face.

"Why not?" Jinwoo asked. "Uh, I don't want to catch myself on fire?" You let out a chuckle as you continued to shine the light before looking around your surroundings. "Well, anywhere is better than here." You said nonchalantly.

Your eye caught a figure walking behind a tree. Confused, you walked away from Jinwoo to find it.

"Where are you going?"

"Is someone there?"

You stopped at your tracks when you heard Jinwoo saying, "Stay there for a sec, love, I'm almost done."

Feeling a little defiant, you talked back. "What, you're not the boss of me?" Jinwoo peered at you. "I just don't want you wandering off on your own."

"Excuse me?" 

"That's not what I meant."

"Yeah, it better not be." You uttered out. "I-I'm sorry, love, but I really need to concentrate for a second, okay?"

"Okay, yes. Look, I think there's someone down there, okay?"

"What's that?" Jinwoo said, still focused on fixing the car. "They could be hurt," You said, choosing whether you should check it out or not. You chose the former. "I'm gonna go check it out." You told him as you wandered off to find the figure.

"Good idea, Y/N. So thoughtful of you." You said to yourself, now seemingly lost. You looked down before taking a step. A scream left your mouth as you fell down to a ditch, or maybe it was a path.

You stood up and grabbed your phone. "Ugh, gross." You said as you wiped off some of the mud on your clothes.

You continued to wander around the woods, though not noticing something as you passed by it.

Tarot Found | THE FOOL

Something on a tree that you passed by caught your eye, you stopped at your tracks and looked at it closer. It was a poster. The letters are still readable but the bottom side was ripped.

Clue Discovered | HARUM SCARUM POSTER

There, as you continued to walk around the forest, you somehow managed to find a bridge adorned by wooden sticks in the form of an arch. You saw a sign on the ground, though it's not much of a sign but more one of those circus cages. 

"Antares, the beast man,” you said aloud as you read the letters. You paused for a moment, still looking about, before murmuring, "Yikes. This is too weird," and walking away.

"Antares," you wandered on, attempting to find your way back to where you had fallen. "Antares."

You then came to a halt, feeling as though you were being watched. You shone your light over a little hill, causing a person to materialize and then vanish. You rapidly flashed to the figure's location but became concerned when you didn't see it."

Then, all of a sudden, you hear a voice murmuring unintelligible phrases, and you turn around to see where it is. "Where are you!?" The voice became abruptly louder and clearer, and then-

"Antares."

You let out a scream as you started to ran away, shoes stomping on the mud. You ran as fast as you could before a tree branch peered into your view. You quickly ducked down. 

You saw Jinwoo's car nearing into your sight before your view fell down as you tripped over an overgrown root. Your face landed on the mud but that didn't faze you as you got up, grabbed your phone and ran towards Jinwoo's car.

As you got there, the car's hood was still up but Jinwoo was nowhere to be seen. Worry and panic crept inside you as you called out for him. 

"Jinwoo?" Nothing.

"Jinwoo?" You said this time but louder. Nothing again. 

"Jinwoo!?"

"Why are you shouting, love?" Jinwoo said as he emerged behind a tree. "Oh my god," you exhaled as you headed towards him, but you came to a halt as an elderly woman with painfully pale complexion staggered behind him.

In disbelief, you opened your lips and shakily moved your hand to point to the woman behind him. He turned his gaze to you as he took a step back to your side.

As soon as he looked back, the woman was gone. "What the hell was that?" he murmured carefully as you looked from side to side before saying quietly, "Car. Now. Now, Jinwoo."

"Okay." Jinwoo uttered as you ran back inside the car while Jinwoo pushed down the hood of the car before running back inside.

“Did you see it? " You asked, anxious, as Jinwoo inserted the keys into the ignition. "No, but I heard something," your panting breaths were pouring out of your lips in terror. Jinwoo responded, "Let's just get out of here."

“Come on! " Jinwoo grumbled, as the car refused to start when he turned the keys. “Oh god, I thought you said you checked it? " You were becoming agitated and tense in your seat.

"I checked it and it was fine," Jinwoo told you, but it didn't matter since you hurriedly locked the door beside you. “Love, I know you’re on edge but you gotta calm down, okay? ”

"I am not on edge, Woo. I'm freaking the fuck out!" You swore at him. "It was probably just an animal or something," Jinwoo remarked, hoping to calm you down.

“No, it wasn't an animal. You didn’t see it, it was a woman and-”

“Nor this is helping, alright!?" Jinwoo yelled as he twisted the keys again, and the car started up again. “Go! There we go. We're OK. See? " Jinwoo heaved a sigh of relief.

“Please, just get us out of here?”

“Okay.” Jinwoo breathed out. He gently pressed the gas pedal and you could hear it revving but you noticed that the car wasn’t moving.

“Jinwoo!”

“I’m trying, I’m trying!” He pressed the pedal again but the car wouldn’t budge.

He gave up and the two of you just sat there, not knowing what to do now. “We’re okay, love,” Jinwoo said. “We’re safe in the car, really, we’re gonna be-”

“Jesus FUCK!” You shouted as when you glanced at Jinwoo, you suddenly noticed a figure outside of the car beside him. 

“Oh, fuck,” Jinwoo also got startled when he turned his and saw the person beside him. “Oh, my heart!”

"Roll it down," said the person or police. Jinwoo complied and rolled down the car window. The cop appeared to be creepy… and menacing. The light hitting his face like a campfire tale, along with his somewhat older face and thinning hairline. You saw a faint streak of blood on his neck but stayed quiet.

“Hey, officer, how are you this evening?" Jinwoo met with apprehension. The cop leaned in and glanced at you two through the window. “Are any of you injured?" He inquired.

“No, uh,” Jinwoo glanced at you and continued, “Well, he bumped his head.”

You quickly answered, “Well, barely- barely bumped,” You let out a nervous but soft laugh, “I mean, I can’t- I can’t even feel it. My bump- my head- I’m fine.” You gave the officer a forced smile.

“We’re fine, we’re just a little shaken up.” 

The officer hummed as he approached the front of the car and knelt down to inspect the damaged headlight. You and Jinwoo exchanged a confused glance before returning your gaze to the officer, who was now staring at you two again.

“Would you folks tell me what happened here?” The officer asked. Jinwoo looked at you apprehensively as the officer was now back at Jinwoo’s window. 

You were deciding whether you should be evasive of your answer or be honest. You chose the latter.

You gulped down nervously, “W-we, umm. Uh, something ju-jumped out right in front of the car and we didn’t want to hit. So, we swerved and, well, here we are.” You nervously smiled at the officer. He looked at you, his face asking if you’re telling the truth so he repeated, “Something… jumped out?”

“Um, an animal,” You quickly answered. “You know, yeah. I-it’s just- don’t know what kind. It was fast and,” You breathed out. The officer nodded and turned his head to the side, the streak of blood now obvious to Jinwoo, who went tensed. 

“Well, it was most likely a deer.” The cop assured the two of you. You were unsure of that answer, to be honest.

“Sir?” Jinwoo called. The officer looked unsure as well as he briefly closed his eyes. “Keep the car running.” He said as he walked away from the two of you. 

You and Jinwoo looked back to watch the cop walking before Jinwoo asking, “Is this guy like the all-time scariest cop?”

“I don’t know, this is my first cop.” You quickly said. Jinwoo glanced at you in disbelief. “What, like ever?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m not a criminal.”

And after a few minutes, the police towed you back to the road before returning to the vehicle window, his face tense and his hands on his hips.

“Now you folks wanna tell, just what in the hell, you were doing , ALL the way out here, this late at night?" He inquired, his voice stern, accentuating each line he stated.

“We’re heading up to Jin-Chul’s Quarry Summer Camp,” You answered in a friendly but careful manner. “We’re the new counselors.”

The officer was quiet for a moment, as though processing the information before saying, "You're one night early."

“No, no, we know,” You answered quickly. “Um, but we figured we get in early, and scope it out. You know, I mean, they know we’re coming, we called ahead.” You stuttered out.

“And to be honest, sir, one of us sold their navigation skills and got us completely lost.” Jinwoo said in a matter-of-fact tone and briefly showed his oil-covered hand to the officer.

The cop heaved out a sigh, glanced at the two of you briefly before clicking his tongue. “You’re not gonna make it Jin-Chul’s Quarry. Not tonight.” The way he said it so weirdly creepy made you and Jinwoo glanced at each other.

“Harbinger Motel,” The cop started. “It’s the nearest place you two can bunk up for the night, okay?” 

“Uh, I think we’re gonna stick to the plan, sir. I mean, Mr. Woo knows we’re coming and we called ahead.” You told the officer. You really didn’t want to waste the efforts you and Jinwoo made to drive to the summer camp. 

“No, sir, you’re heading to the Harbinger Motel,” He quickly answered as he turned his head to stare at you with his right eye slightly twitching. “Do you understand?”

“With all due respect, sir, why can’t we go to Jin-Chul’s Quarry?” You asked, not really want to make the officer angry, though it seems that you already did as he immediately answered back, “Because I told you to go to the motel.”

“Okay, I just don’t understand what the problem is-”

As he backed away from the car, the officer said, "Sir, please step out of the vehicle." You and Jinwoo both glanced at him in disbelief as soon as he said that.

“Woah, officer, he didn’t do anything.” 

“What, why?” 

"Sir, if you wouldn't mind stepping out of the vehicle, I would like to show you a route on your map there," the officer remarked, pointing his finger on the map on your lap. You and Jinwoo exchanged glances before agreeing.

"All right," you murmured. As Jinwoo was ready to get out of his seat, the officer slammed his hand on the hood and gave him a stern glare. “Son, remain in the vehicle.”

You could tell Jinwoo was upset because his jaws were clenched as he stared at you. "It's okay, it's okay," you comforted him. "I got it," You said as you exited the vehicle. The officer was watching you as you placed the map on the hood. "All right," he murmured as he took out a pencil and rubbed the tip against his upper lip while looking at you. “So we,” he pointed on the map. “Are right about here. Harbinger Motel, here.”

“Okay, and where is Jin-Chul’s Quarry.” The cop’s hand momentarily moved on the map before stopping when he realized it. He gazed at you, “Well. I’m sure the fine folks at the Harbinger Motel could guide you there, first thing in the morning.” 

You forced a smile at him. “Right.” You uttered out.

Jinwoo watched as the cop stared at you and you awkwardly, and nervously, stared back at him. He wanted to do something since he finds the cop pretty sketchy but he can’t really do anything since, well, he’s a cop even though Jinwoo’s an S-Class hunter. 

The officer gazed at your dirtied face and said, “Hold still, please.” before pulling out a handkerchief. 

"What are you doing?" you asked, glancing at the blood on his neck.

"Hold still," he said firmly. With the cloth in his hand, he reached for your face. You immediately stepped away from the handkerchief as soon as it got close to your face. "Excuse me?" You remarked, a little sheepishly.

“Sir.”

“I can take care of myself.”

Jinwoo saw the whole thing, worried about you, he asked, “Love, are you okay?” as he stared at you in concern. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You replied, glancing back at the cop. He stared at you briefly before nodding his head towards the car. “You can return to your vehicle now, sir.”

You quickly reached out to the map before heading back to the car, buckling your seatbelt as the cop leaned on the car window. “Harbinger Motel,” He emphasized. “Stay on the road, watch out for potholes.” He glanced at Jinwoo before turning his head to his police car. 

You said to, “Thought you need like a sta-”

“Have a good night.” was the last thing he said before going back to his car, the two of you watched him as he got inside, though the vehicle wasn’t moving. Jinwoo heaved out a deep sigh and looked at you. “Why is that guy just sitting there?” Jinwoo asked.

“That guy was giving me major weirdo vibes.” You answered, emphasizing on ‘major weirdo.’

“Did he need like, a dozen showers?”

“Oh my god, I know.” 

“What was up on the thing?” Jinwoo muttered quietly. “I was it… was it blood?” You said, unsure of your statement. 

Jinwoo returned your gaze and playfully remarked, "Nice to... meet you," before the two of you burst out laughing. When the two of you had calmed down, you took the map on your lap and opened it. “Alright, let’s get back on the road,” You stretched out the last word as you made yourself comfortable on your seat.

“I think I’ve had enough woodland encounters for one night, thank you very much,” You said as you let out a mix of a laugh and cry. "I agree. So where is this motel? " Jinwoo questioned, staring at the map in your grasp.

“Alright, so we’re here,” You said as you pointed in the direction, “The motel is here but we’re going,” You pointed to where the cop accidentally pointed the pencil. “Here.”

“Where is that?” Jinwoo glanced at you. “Jin-Chul’s Quarry.” You said in an obvious tone and stared back at Jinwoo.

Jinwoo was stunned at you guessing the location. “How did you do that?” 

“I don’t know, kinda tricked him into showing me,” You had a mischievous smile on your face as Jinwoo chuckled amusingly. “Very slick. Are you sure we shouldn’t just get to the motel and listen to this guy’s advice?” 

“Babe, you really wanna listen to the advice of some creep-ass cop who told us in the middle of the creep-ass woods to go to some creep-ass motel?”

“No, that sounds terrible. Let’s hit the road shall we?” Jinwoo mumbled as he started up the car and drove.

“That’s what I thought.”

“‘Sir’.” 

When you heard Jinwoo saying that, you let out a scoff and looked at Jinwoo pretending to be offended. “Oh my god, if he called me ‘sir’ one more time, I was gonna shove that badge up his dickhole,” Jinwoo chuckled. “Seriously, do I look like a ‘sir’ to you? I’ve got like 20 years before I become a ‘sir’.”

Jinwoo just hummed, which made you glance at him. “What?” You asked.

“I- 20 is… debatable.” 

“Easy…”

“I mean I’m kinda into ‘sir’s’.” That made you roll your eyes and Jinwoo laughing. “Okay, we’re done here.

00:26 | June 25 - (Your Name)Jin-Chul’s Quarry Summer Camp

You and Jinwoo were now standing at the balcony of the lodge, the door locked and the place empty. Jinwoo’s face looked irritated and grumbled, “You’ve gotta be kidding me, we drove all the way the fuck out here.” 

“Woo, can we just look around before we jump to conclusions?”

Jinwoo turned to you and asked, “Did you actually called Mr. Woo or did you just leave a message?” You stared at him in confusion before answering, “What’s the difference?”

Jinwoo pointed at the door exasperatedly. “This, this is the difference!” He had his hands on his hips and turned his back on you. You sighed and knocked on the door three times. “Hello?” You called out but obviously no one answered.

“I guess he doesn’t check his voicemail.” Jinwoo mumbled out, prompting you to face him and said, “How was I supposed to know that?” You turned around and pointed at another car parked outside the lodge. “I mean, clearly there’s somebody here.”

“Yeah, or it’s just an abandoned car and this was just a complete waste of time,” Jinwoo retorted. 

“Why would there be an abandoned-” You stopped since it’s no use to argue, which made you groan in frustration. “I’ll get the car.” Jinwoo started to walk down to the car. 

“Jinwoo, come on,” You grumbled. “Woo, don’t be a dick.”

“I’m sorry, love.” He said as he continued his way to the car. You followed suit but then thought that maybe you could just explore at the front of the lodge. 

You went over a sign, which displayed the location of the summer camp and below it was a tagline.

“‘What doesn’t kill you, will make you stronger.’” You quietly read it. You saw a yellow door awhile ago, so you decided to go over there.

It was locked but there was a very tiny gap between it, you leaned over and tried to see what’s inside of it. Suddenly, your eye caught something crouching. You can’t see it clearly but it looks to be human so you called out, “Hey! Hey are you okay?” which made it run away from your sight. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go get some help.” You said, trying to reassure the person inside the bunker.

You walked away from the bunker to call for Jinwoo. 

“Jinwoo! Jinwoo, get over here.”

“What’s going on?” He asked, his voice still clear even though he’s slightly distance away from you

“There’s somebody in the bunker. I think they might be stuck!”

“Stuck? Is it Mr. Woo?”

“I-I don’t know. Just bring some tools so we can break the lock.” You told him as you ran back to the locked bunker. “Hey, I’m back! We’re gonna get you out of there.”

“Love.” You turned to see Jinwoo holding a hammer and two wrenches. “W-wait, what are these?”

“I don’t know, you just said tools.”

“Wh-why didn’t you just bring,” You just let out a sign and gesture to the locked bunker. “Look, there’s someone in there.”

Jinwoo crouched down and peered into the gap, trying to look for the person his boyfriend was talking about. “I’m not seeing anyone.”

“What, no, look.”

“I’m looking. I am.” 

“Let me see,” Jinwoo moved away as you peered into the bunker once again and saw nothing. You stood up and glanced at Jinwoo. “There was- there was definitely someone there.”

“Okay, okay. So,” Jinwoo held the two tools and stared at you to pick one. You hesitantly grabbed the two wrenches and he raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yeah, saw it online.” You said confidently. You gave him a teasing smile and placed the two wrenches on the lock and cutted it like a scissor, breaking the lock. “Damn,” Jinwoo said, amazed at your work. 

You reached out to the handle and pulled it. “Need a hand?” Jinwoo asked. 

“Yeah.” You answered with a grunt as Jinwoo grabbed the other door and the two of you successfully opened it, which led to a staircase down to the bunker. You placed down the wrenches and pulled out your phone for the flashlight as the two of you slowly walked down the stairs. 

“You’ve seen Evil Dead, right?” Jinwoo nervously asked but you quickly shushed him. “Hello?” You quickly called out, your voice echoing in the empty bunker. 

“Are you hurt?”

“Do you exist?” Jinwoo playfully said, trying to lift up the mood. “Love, be careful.” Jinwoo told you before sitting on the stairs. You slowly nodded at him and started to wander the place. As you walked around, you saw something dropped to the ground. Quickly, you walked towards the item and grabbed and immediately dropped it.

It was a bloody collar.

Clue Discovered | BLOODIED COLLAR

You slowly took a step and shined the light to the side which made you stopped and put a hand on your mouth in shock. 

A freaking human rib was on the floor and it was covered in blood. Looked like it was eaten.

“Jinwoo?” You called out, your voice shaky and panting in terror. 

“Love, I think it was a possum or something.”

“No. There was someone here, I swear.”

Jinwoo stood up. “Hey, it’s been kind of a night, you know? Let’s just get to the motel, we can come back here first thing in the morning, we can check everything out but, I mean you must be exhausted. I know I am. I think our imaginat-”

Then a sudden roar cuts him and you hear some sort of struggle in the back and metal clanking on the ground. You turned back to where Jinwoo was sitting but he was nowhere there. “Jinwoo?” You narrowed your eyes and called him again. “Jinwoo?”

Your eyes slowly peered down to Jinwoo sitting on the floor, with blood on his face, shoulders and clothes. Your eyes wide in shock and quickly ran towards him. “Jinwoo!” 

He must be in shock since he just looked at you with his eyes looking tired and his hand shaking. “There’s blood,” He softly said as he placed his hand on his wounded shoulder while trying to hold you. “Help.”

You grabbed his hand as he slumped to the ground. “I think I’m bleeding a lot.” You hastily grabbed him by the shoulders and struggled to drag him by the stairs. You grunted with each step you took as the car’s headlights were peering into the view, indicating that you were near the surface. Blood was now caked on the side of your face as you still tried to drag Jinwoo.

Jinwoo was brutally pulled down to the bunker as you were now on the surface, his shouts loud as you tried to cry for him. You then felt a prickly sensation on your neck as your vision blurred, but before collapsing, you turned your head to see the scary officer from earlier standing near you, and then you blacked out.

The officer took a brief look at your body to ensure you were indeed unconscious, then returned his gaze to the bunker. He pursed his lips and took a deep breath in frustration before pulling out his pistol and aimed down towards the bunker, firing three bullets before stopping.

“Does this look like the goddamned Harbinger Motel to you!?”

[ghastspidergwen]

I love @doctorsiren's dadskall au, and I thought I'd write a little fic about it. basically, the dadskall au is where xisuma and ex (alex)'s dad is doomguy, but some sort of accident/crazy magic/whatever made him and iskall share a body, go check out doctor siren for the whole story, she has great art, too!

disclaimers (you can completely ignore this section if you want): I have played about 15 minutes total of all the Doom games, read none of the books, seen none of the movies, but the ost is great, so this will probably be ooc for doomguy. xisuma and alex are more based on the featherweight au versions, not the real hermitcraft versions. this story is not part of the dadskall au nor any of dr siren's other aus, it's just a break for me to write some fluff. it takes place ~3-4 years after where fw currently is (s7 election era) but is not set in the fw au world. link to the post part of this is based on. ...and I think that's everything, onto the fic!

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Xisuma took a deep breath, “I think dad’s alive.”

“You said you saw him die,” Alex, previously known as Evil Xisuma, said, turning to his brother, “They told me he died”

“He wasn’t exactly dead, it’s hard to explain. It’s more like...the horcruxes in Harry Potter. When dad died, I think there was some magic at play that made it so his ‘soul’ transferred into the nearest healthy, person. And I think I found them.”

“Uh-huh, and who might that be?”

“HALLO!” Iskall burst in, “What did you need me for?”

“Iskall? Seriously?”

“He was there that night and I have no reason to believe-”

“You really think Iskall-”

“It’s my best guess, everyone else was injured, and the magic had to choose the nearest healthy person, so it must be Iskall.”

“What must be Iskall?”

“Are you sure we’re talking about the same Iskall?”

“No, Iskall86,” Xisuma said, sarcastically, “Of course this Iskall, how many Iskalls do we know?”

“I still have no idea what we’re talking about, can -”

“No!” The void brothers turned to him and responded in sync. Xisuma pulled his brother into a side room, “Stay right there, thanks Iskall.”

“What?”

Xisuma exhaled and closed the door behind them, “Phew, OK, I have reason to believe that 13 years ago, Iskall was present the night that dad-y’know-and since everyone else there was either corrupted or injured, as the only uninjured person, dad’s spirit ended up inhabiting his body, but’s been so weak that it was only using Iskall as a means of staying alive, not influencing him or trying to take control of his body at all. Do you get me?”

“A little.”

“And I think I know the spell that will separate them, and give dad his old body back,” They went back into the main room with Iskall, “Should I do it now?”

“Blast ‘im,” Alex backed out of the room, putting a protective wall between him and the magic.

“WHAT?!”

A glowing green ball of energy swirled between Xisuma’s hands, and Iskall backed into the wall, “H-hey Xisuma, what are you doing?”

“This...shouldn’t hurt.”

Iskall held up a hand in a stop gesture, “SHOULDN’T?!”

Xisuma blasted him with the magic. Iskall glowed green, floated into the sir, then split into two people who fell down.

“I...think it...worked,” Xisuma muttered, collapsing to the floor.

Doomguy looked up, and noticed someone lying, unmoving, on the floor. His saving-people instincts kicked in, and he pulled himself over to the person. “C'mon, don’t be dead, don’t be dead,” he said, shaking them.

Someone was shaking Iskall. He sat up and opened his eyes, “Holy heck, it’s Doomguy!”

“You’re alive!” Doomguy said relieved, and pulled Iskall into a hug.

Absolutely starstruck, Iskall sat there, frozen. It’s Doomguy, I love Doom, Doomguy is right here, and he’s hugging me, it’s Doomguy! Iskall’s mind looped.

Pulling out of the hug, Iskall spotted Xisuma crumpled on the floor, “W-wait, I got-gotta check on my friend.”

Doomguy turned around, and spotted his son on the floor.

“Xisuma!” He stood up and stumbled toward him.

“Wait, you know Xisuma?”

“He’s my son. Well, your son, too. Our son.”

“Wha-”

“Short answer, I am you. You are me. We’re the same person.”

Looking at his hands, one thought crossed Iskall’s mind, I’m Doomguy. It was closely followed by “I HAVE A SON?”

“Two sons.”

“TWO SONS? And one of them is dying!” Iskall sprinted across the room and cradled Xisuma’s head, “I don’t know what to do!”

“Health potion?” Doomguy suggested.

“Oh, yeah,” Pulling a potion of healing out of his inventory, Iskall splashed it onto Xisuma. He held his breath and waited to see if it would work.

Xisuma opened his eyes. He sat up.

“Dad!” He jumped up, and buried his face in his dad’s chest plate, giving him a hug the same way he did when he was younger.

“I’m your dad, too,” Iskall said.

“You know?” Xisuma asked, breaking off the hug.

“Yeah, Doomguy told me. So give your poppa a hug,” Iskall uncrossed his arms and gave a very confused Xisuma a hug.

“Oh, OK,” Xisuma awkwardly pat Iskall’s back until he stepped away.

“Is Alex here?” Doomguy asked.

“He should be right outside, he didn’t want to be in the same room as an untested spell.”

“Wait, you didn’t test it? Then why did you cast it on me?” Iskall asked, panicked.

“How many people do we know that have another person living inside them?”

“Wels/Hels, I’m pretty sure Ren did for a while, a pregnant lady,” Iskall ticked off on his fingers.

“Different circumstances. Wels and Hels are one person, like two sides of a coin, Ren-I don’t know what happened with Grimdog or The Red King or whatever, but I definitely don’t want to mess with those, and did you just compare yourself to a pregnant woman?”

“Uhhh...nevermind.”

“You said Alex was just outside?”

“Yeah,” Xisuma pulled the door open, to reveal Alex sitting on a bench outside, drumming his fingers against the seat

“Did it work?”

“Yeah.” Stepping out of the doorway, Xisuma revealed their dad standing behind him.

“Hi, Alex.”

“Dad?”

“It’s me,” Doomguy sat next to his other son.

“Dad!” Alex hugged him, and they pulled Xisuma into the hug after a second. They sat there before the hug was interrupted by another pair of arms joining in.

“Family, together again,” Iskall sighed.

“What’s up with him?” Alex asked, glancing at Iskall.

“I’m part of the family, call me Dadskall.”

“OK...Dadskall, can we have awhile alone with our dad?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure. See you later.” Iskall trudged out of the room.

“I haven’t seen you guys in forever! How long was I…”

“15 years.”

“So that would put you guys in your mid-30s, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Has anything big happened in the last 15 years?”

Alex pulled off his helmet, “Nothing too bad. I was imprisoned for a bit of it,” he glared at his brother.

Xisuma also removed his helmet, “I said I was sorry, how many times do you want me to apologize?”

“I wasn’t saying it’s your fault, I was just making the point that-”

“I get it! I was an idiot and I didn’t listen to you when you were clearly right.”

“Just like old times,” Doomguy chuckled, he examined his son’s faces, “You look so much older, like real adults. I’m so sorry I missed out on the last 15 years, I would’ve loved to see you grow up.”

“It’s not like you could do anything about it.”

“I know you would have been here if you could.”

“Also how did you guys get those scars?”

“Someone needed to keep slaying the demons after you left,” Alex shrugged.

“I angered some Watchers years ago.”

“You angered some Watchers?” Doomguy asked, standing up.

“I just realized someone was right, but it was too late to save them.”

“Darn right, I was.” Alex and Xisuma also stood up.

“I...forgot how tall you were,” Doomguy said looking, at up at Alex, who was only a few inches taller.

“Oh, yeah. Xisuma was jealous he never got this tall.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Sure,” Alex smirked.

“So, anything else new?” Their dad intervened.

“Daisy’s still alive.”

“Should’ve guessed,” he chuckled.

“Oh! You’re a grandpa!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! I adopted a guy named xB. I’ll call him over, so you can meet!”

<Xisuma> hey xb, can you come on down to my base, I’ve got something to show you

<xBcrafted> ?

<xBcrafted> yeah, be there shortly

“How did you meet this xB?”

“I was doing some exploring between seasons, looking for a good seed, when I found a small single player world. xB was alone in there. Poor kid was only 13, didn’t know where his parents were, said he had been handling himself for the last 2 or 3 years, so I took him back to Hermitcraft with me. He’s a great kid, you’ll love him.”

“Xisuma has practically adopted the entire server.”

“Server? You’re an admin?”

“We both are. I’m main admin of Hermitcraft, Alex is the backup admin.”

“I’m so sorry I missed out on all of this stuff. I really wish I could have been there for you two.”

Something thumped into the outside of the building they were in, and the door opened, “Freakin’ rockets, stupid friggin’ elytra,” xB mumbled. “Oh, hey Uncle Alex, hey, dad.”

Doomguy gasped, “I love him already!”

“Wha-”

“xB, this is our dad, Doomguy.”

“Wait, I thought he was dead.”

“Wonky magic stuff.”

“OK then. I’m xBcrafted,” xB said, offering his hand for a handshake.

Doomguy scooped him up in a hug, “Hello, xB, you can call me Grandpa Flynn, or just Grandpa, or just Flynn, I don’t care. I have a grandson!”

“Nice-to-meet-you,” xB gasped.

“Dad, I don’t think he can breath.”

“Oh, right,” Flynn released his grandson, “sorry, got a little overexcited.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m glad you’re back.”

“Glad to be back.”

“Do you want to go meet the rest of the server? There’s just under 30 of us, total.”

“Oh, you’ll love all of them. There’s me, of course, but Hypno and Jevin and Wels and False are all set up near me, Stress and Gem are also pretty close, and Doc and Ren are just past them, and…” xB rambled as the other three grabbed their helmets.

“You ready?” Alex asked, pushing open the door.

“Let’s go, I want to meet the rest of your family.”

[wornoutmouse]

This will be a little different because I'm leaving my author's notes inside. Also have i ever mentioned the fact that I'm a ✨VIRGIN✨ so i don't know shit about the stuff i write. So any of you non virgin peeps can help a sista out with some tips that would be great

Cockwarming kinda not really this fix is really a joke since I'm low-key stick in a rut

It was your fault that you were down here. If only you had been a good girl and waited for Iida to finish his paperwork. 

"Y/N if you throw another price of paper at my head there will be consequences." You giggle as you peer through the door. "I'll only stop if you play with me Tenya." You taunt already balling up your next round of ammo.

Iida glares at you thoroughly annoyed. He loved you, truly, but you were the reason he was forced to spend so much time on his paper work in the first place.

You had just got a promotion so you had wanted to celebrate, that's fine. However your idea of celebrating was getting shit faced drunk forcing him to have to come pick you up at six in the morning after your friends contacted him.

Of course you were sick the next day so he decided to take a day off just to take care of you. That ended quickly on the third day when he realized you were lying the whole time. All in all he was fed up with his 'innocent little sugar baby' as you put it 

Your eyes narrowed mischievous as you watched Iida's face relax and go back into work mode. Deep inside your heart you knew this was selfish…… But you ✨didn't care✨

After balling up the paper, this time you wet it with your water bottle getting it nice and soggy. You took aim and did a dramatic count-down in your head. "3..2..1… Fire!"

You launch the ball and make a bull's-eye directly on Iida's forehead before the water ball flopped onto the desk splashing small drops out water on the paper around it… exactly where Iida needed to sign. 

'Ah so I've chosen death.' you thought quietly to yourself as Iida stared at the water drops dripping down his nose. You turn to crawl away finally having enough of your own games. "Get your disrespectful ass in here." You sit on the floor sweating bullets, "U-Uh honey, I just remembered I have something e-else to do." You reply crawling a bit faster.

The door to Iida's office opens completely and  the back of your shirt is gripped tightly as you're dragged into the office. Any hope of escape was crushed as Iida securely locked the door with his own personal key. 

Iida takes his seat and looks at you, dark blue eyes narrowed as they take in your trembling form. "The fact that you aren't speaking let's me know that you know you crossed the line." You looked up at Iida pulling your best ashamed look but you both knew inside your didn't regret a single thing. 

Iida smiled and pat his lap, making you perk up as you go to sit on top of him. Before you could settle Iida grabbed your arm and pulled you over his lap. "Iida?" 

You become a bit light headed at the sudden switch of elevation. "I think you don't truly understand the seriousness of this Y/N. When we met we paid down the basics so don't say you don't know the rules." You pout at the floor crossing your arms, "I'm bored."

Iida sighed, "You wouldn't be bored if you had let me do my work instead of faking sickness." (Okay mom) You roll your eyes and simply hang over Iida's lap lifelessly. 

Rolling his eyes, Iida opens a side drawer and stumbles through it as he gently massages the globes of your ass. "I wish I didn't have to do this my dear but you've pushed my hand." Iida declared making you giggle from our m how stupid he sounded. 

In the midst of your amusement, you failed to notice the gentle drag of your pants exposing your bare ass to the world. Your laughter is cut short at the sound of a loud smack and the pain that followed quickly after. "H-Hey what's your d-deal!" You say gripping Iida's knees in a attempt to lift yourself. A firm hand pressed down on your back, "Lay there, this is what happens when you don't listen."

You glared silently to yourself as Iida spreads his legs further under you forcing you to stretch out. You jump as your ass is hit again with something hard. From the corner of your eye, you see the familiar gleam of Iida's silver ruler. "Trust me Y/N this hurts me more than it hurts you."

You roll your eyes from the bullshit you were hearing. "Yeah fucking right, you sound like my mother-ack" your interrupted buy two hard blows going on your right cheek then moving to your left cheek. You could feel the threat of tears forming from the back of your eyes as Iida continues to spank you. 

You whimper trying to hide your pain. After one especially hard smack, you let the tears fall and cry out. "Oka-ay I'm sorry Daddy!" Iida stiffens (daddy chill), "While I have no need for the title, I appreciate the moniker." (Okay abraham lincoln calm down dont pull out the nine...oh wait) Iida motions for you to sit up so you do.

"Get on the floor." You go into your knees wincing at the burn burning feeling in your ass. Using one hand, Iida unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. It was completely soft try he pushed the tip towards your mouth.

You open your mouth obediently as Iida presses your head down so you swallow his cock all the way down to the hilt. For awhile you do the usual bob and weave (wtf are you talking about?) Breathing gently through your nose as his thick cock rested heavily on your tongue, you gaze up at him annoyed as he tossed his head back sighing.

Once Iida felt that he was as hard as he would ever be, he stopped your movement and gently forced your head to rest on his leg. You humm questioning but Iida makes no move to answer as he goes back to working. You suck hard on his dick making him jump. 

Iida takes his hand and pushes your face flush against his stomach forcing his cock to slide gracefully down your esophagus. For a while you allow it, basking in his (crisco engine grease) manly musk. But once the lack of oxygen travelled to your brain you began to panic.

You tap his leg rapidly and make noises of alarm as spit began to accumulate around your mouth. And just before your eyes rolled to the back of your head, Iida releases you and you pull away a choking mess. "What the hell was that for?!" 

"Discipline. Since you wanted my cock so bad, why don't you choke on it." You stand up as Iida laughs at your disheveled state. (Iida having fun? Well I'll be damned that ooc) "That's not even close to discipline!" 

Iida cleared his throat, "Well in the words of my good greetings Kaminari…" Iida holds out his hand in a cupping manor (aye bro ya ween is still out blowin in the breeze), "Spare choochie?"

[tk-writer]

Hello, I am back, again, for a part 2 to my rant cuz I read it again and while I gushed a lot before, I feel like I wasn’t specific enough with any of the things I wanted to compliment. I was too enthralled in just how much I loved (and still love) it.

Okay, first, Tsukki’s characterization. I love Yamaguchi, he’s my favorite character and you characterized him beautifully (so so so fricken well), but I feel like Tsukishima’s always been a bit more difficult. He’s more complex and nuanced, bless his annoying lil heart. And in a tickle fic, which is generally pretty fluffy and often a derivative of the actual characterization (to fit our Special Interest™), it’s pretty easy to make him immediately a lil OOC.

But you wrote him?? So perfectly?? (I’m using that word too much, I know, but I cannot think of a better one honestly) like the balance of this smothered affection and his external cool/aloof image is 👌🏼👌🏼 incredible. The way you describe his train of thought as he slowly loses the battle to his want to just go full Ler Mode sounds so well-characterized. And his TEASING. Taunting and teasing are such actual in-character components to Tsukishima as a character and the voice you wrote them in for him— I could hear it. Like, I know we’d never get a scene like this irl (😔) but the way his words taunt and pick at Yamaguchi with a specific accuracy to make him a little embarrassed and more sensitive, it sounds just like something he’d say. It didn’t once stray from a Tsukishima I could see in canon and I am just—floored honestly. Your Ler Tsukki is my prototype for him now. He is astounding.

The characterization in general too. This is a Tsukishima Yamaguchi story but down to Noya introducing the concept and Suga being a teeny bit chaotic and a tad mothering in his affection toward Yamaguchi. It just fits~

Also the concept. Lord knows a ‘coming to terms with liking it’ kinda tickle fic isn’t uncommon, but I just love the way this one progressed. Like, first of all, we get a dual lee/ler perspective, boo yah. Then, I dunno how to explain, but it’s like so natural? It flows. We live this experience personally so it’s very relatable and it doesn’t always turn out all butterflies and rainbows, but seeing shy lee Yamaguchi get acceptance and affection from his friends and emotionally constipated ler Tsukishima come to terms with wanting this type of affection and being comfortable enough in his relationship with Yamaguchi to pursue it? Then the mutual understanding that doesn’t come as a deep, adult conversation—because it wouldn’t be, not for these kids at this time in their life—but as Tsukki and Yama chilling together, observing, talking, and interacting like their long-lived friendship would have them do. Tsukki teases. Yama stammers. It’s the natural course of things and it goes on step by step until Tsukki is actually taking him apart and somehow I find myself wondering how this HASN’T happened yet in canon when it just flows so perfectly.

Not to mention the actual tickling which, as a member of the community and someone who’s written a fic or two occasionally, can get pretty repetitive and hard to describe after a while 😅 yet the way you described it was was so visceral. I wasn’t ever taken out of the scene due to an awkward description of body position or over repetitive description of the actual ticking. (Side note: the way you write the laughter-interspersed speech is adorable 10/10) Writing tickling is surprisingly difficult after awhile but I’d say from this that you’ve honed the craft quite nicely~

Okay, okay. That’s what I’ve got off the top of my head without having the fic beside me to analyze paragraph by paragraph so— In conclusion: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular— all that jazz and more. I absolutely adore your writing on these two, and if you ever decide to do another I will be your personal cheerleader through it all. Thank you so much~

i'm

i just

asfjdhs ok let me start over

honestly, i wasn't planning on coming back to this blog anytime soon, if ever. i was ready to leave fandom behind and quit fanfiction writing forever, for reason i'll elaborate on later. but today i got an email about this ask (along with your first one, which i accidentally deleted like a dumbass and i'm so sorry), and after reading it at least eighteen times while tearing up i had to log back in to answer it.

i have never received such detailed and utterly specific feedback for anything i've written. ever. not even for my non fandom related works. lately, i've been feeling really self conscious about what i've written as well, to the point where i can't reread anything cuz i hate it so much, so reading this restored a lot of that lost confidence i had.

the fact that you took the time to type all of this out and tell me about all the little details you noticed and loved... it means the world to me. i worry about all the things you mentioned: making sure the pacing is just right and not too slow or fast, maintaining the relationship dynamics, the laughter and speech patterns, creating a scene that could happen in canon, keeping characters in-character, etc. so to hear that i did all of that right is so reassuring.

i know i'm taking this more seriously than i probably should, cuz after all "ItS jUsT a TiCkLe FiC", but this is important to me! it's my one talent in life and blessed feedback like this is what makes me want to continue with it!

this fic in particular was extra challenging to write too. the two-role perspective is difficult to get right, so i wasn't sure i was gonna be able to do it. i was especially concerned that Tsukkiyama was believable. i'm SO happy that you enjoyed my take on him! i was really inspired after reading another fic with ler!suga and lee!yama so i wanted to include them too.

anyway, before this gets super long too: thank you, genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, for sharing your kind comments. it makes me want to keep writing and to give up on giving up. people like you remind me why i love creating content.

[onepdumpsterfire]

Disclaimer: These stories are based ‘loosely’ on the game Obey me shall we date. The major stuff will be the same, but here and there the story will be changed or embellished. It is just an AU and I do not own the game the characters, from both One Piece or Obey Me, nor do I own One Piece in general. It would be cool though…

Warning: The characters will mostly be ooc and for the most part will not have the same background as in the anime/manga. The reader’s age will be above consent; the exact number is up to you.

Greed’s Pact

Devildom!AU

(pt2/?)

Various Characters X Reader

The room you’re shoved into is dark, littered with papers and books on every surface available. Most of them are medical books, others are novels and comic books. The ones that caught your eye were a series of books on a bookshelf on the wall opposite the door. They were the main attraction. The first thing anyone would see when coming in. “I see you’ve noticed my collection.” As if he hadn’t put them front and center on purpose. It seems like he’d take any opportunity to talk about them. “It’s a not so well known series.” walking up to them, he takes one off the shelf. “They’re about pirates. They are on a great journey across the sea to get a treasure. The One Piece, hence the name.” He turns the book so you can see the cover. In big bold letters, it says ‘One Piece: A Great Tale Lost To Time’. “As much as I’d like to talk about them, these aren’t why I brought you here.” 

“I’m Trafalgar Law, most call me Law.” He puts the book back in its place, his back to you. “Call me Trafalgar. I’m the avatar of envy.” Law spins around, now facing you, “You’re gonna do something for me.” He leaves no room for protests. It’s a demand. Law won’t take no for an answer. “You’re gonna make a pact with Kid and get my money back.” A pact? Law noted the uncertainty on your face. “You really don’t know anything, huh?” He sighs, annoyed by your ignorance. “A pact is when a human and a demon have an agreeance. The human gives the demon something they want, and the demon lends the human their power.” Law walks over to his large wooden desk, it’s array with papers stacked up high and a half-open laptop in the center. Sitting on his chair, he swivels it around to look at you. “You may not have any power, but at the very least once you have his pact you can order him to give me back my money. And some extra for some books he ruined a while back.” It feels uncomfortable under his stare. You feel unprotected like if you made any move he’d jump up and kill you. “I know how you could get his favor.” Law motions for you to come closer, and with shaky legs you oblige. Stopping a foot away from him, Law continues. “Sabo took his credit card awhile ago. Get that and you’ll have him in the palm of your hand.” He grabs your arm, yanking you down to his eye level. “You’ll have to find it and make the pact. You will not refuse me, Y/n.” His tone is dark and menacing, it makes shivers travel down your spine. It’s the first time he’s said your name since he dragged you in here. He must have heard it from Sabo. “I’ll skin you alive and blend you into a soup if you do.” There’s no doubt in your mind he’d do just that if you refused to do as he said. Hesitantly, you nod your head in agreement, but he won’t let go of your arm. His grasp on you is firm, he’s waiting for you to say your acceptance. “O-okay.” You wince in his tight clasp. “Okay, what?” 

“Okay, Tra-Trafulgar.” Law rolls his eyes at your mispronunciation. “Close enough. Now get out.”

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The next day at school you are being harassed by two demons who were passing by. “Let’s just eat her.” The first demon said to the other. “No, we can’t. Sabo would throw a fit if we did.” Looking left and right you look for an escape but to no avail, they have you cornered. “I’m sure we could take a bite and he wouldn’t mind.” Suddenly, they are both thrown against the wall. A red-headed woman walks up to them. She’s emanating power. You couldn’t see it per se, but you could feel it. “Shouldn’t you guys be in class.” She raises her hand at them, a ball of light in her palm. You may not know what it is, but its intensity radiates all throughout the room. “Now go!” Both daemons scramble to get up, tripping over each other as they run away from where you two were. “I was looking for you,” The woman says putting her hand down. The immense power you felt before, dissipates. “I saw you drop your phone so I came to give it back.” She hands you the small device. “Weird that we get reception here, isn’t it?”  She smiles wide at you, happy to be in your presence. That’s a first. Since you’ve got here all the demons seem to hate your guts. “My name’s Nami. I’m human like you.” That makes more sense.

“How did you do that?” you ask, dumbfounded by what she’s done. “I’m also a witch. Some humans have the power to summon inner magic that most of us have.” Nami scans your body up and down, having a thought to herself. “You don’t seem to have any. I’m surprised they let you down here. It’s dangerous.” You feel scrutinized, but this is something you already knew. The other demons have reminded you of this fact since you got here. “I went ahead and put my number in. Give me a call if you need anything.” Nami gives you a wink before heading out. “You should get to class, Sabo roams the halls to see if anyone is skipping.”

“Hey, you!” What now? You turn to face Sabo, instantly pulling a face. How you wish you could disintegrate right now. “Y/n, what are you doing out here? You should be in class.” He’s in front of you now. Looking down at you, his eyes look judgmental. “Well, since it’s your first day I suppose it’s okay,” calling over his shoulder he begins to lead you to where your class should be. It’s now or never, you should find out where the card is. “…Hey….Sabo.” He keeps looking straight ahead, not slowing his pace for you. “Where do the students keep their valuables?” He hums, thinking. “I suppose their room. In yours, there’s a desk with a drawer that has a lock. I suppose you can use that.” 

“What about you guys?” Abruptly, Sabo stops. “Us? Why? Did one of them pique your interest.” Scrambling for any other excuse you think that it’d be easier to take the one he gave you. Swallowing your own pride, you relent. “Y-yes. Kid. He seems like a uh…real character.” Sabo knows what you’re doing, but he won’t let you see that. Do as you please, Kid wouldn’t be so hot-headed to make a pact with you. Sabo keeps walking, a slower pace than before. Prolonging the way to your class. “What Kid finds most valuable is money. He’s always spending it on gadgets and trinkets. Even scrap for his own projects.” Kid makes things? That must be what he meant when he ran off to finish a project the first time you met Law. “Though I have to put a limit on him. Every now and then I have to freeze his spending.” He stops in front of a door, “we’re here. Have a good day, Y/n. Don’t be late again.”

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Back in the house of lamentation, you told Law about what Sabo had said. Now you two stood in the kitchen. When Sabo said he had to freeze Kid’s spendings, Law took it seriously. He made you dig through the freezer in search of Kid’s card. “This is ridiculous, why would he have put it in he-” Pulling out, you hold a block of ice in your hand. in the center of it sat a frozen stiff credit card. “You’re joking.” Law snatched it from you, which is fine. The ice was starting to burn your hand anyway. “This is one place Kid would never look for it.” Smirking, Law begins to break off chunks of ice. “Let’s wait until it melts, if we chip away at it we risk ruining it.” Rolling his eyes at you, Law continues what he’s doing. “I know, but less ice means less waiting.” He turns to you, “why don’t you do something useful? Like calling Kid over here.” What bug crawled up his ass and died? You leave the room in search of the red-head. Where to look first… You settled on starting from the first floor and making your way up. Hopefully, you’ll run into him somewhere in between.

Finishing the first floor you move on to the second. Up here is mostly the rooms of the demons. You start off in Kid’s room he’s more than likely to be there. You’ve tried knocking over and over again, but he refuses to come out. He only shouts at you to leave him the hell alone, he’s busy. Deciding to take another approach to it, you pull out your phone. Sabo had put their numbers in your phone in case you needed them. You didn’t think you would need to use them considering the brothers avoided you like the plague. Yet here you were, calling Kid. He didn’t pick up the few first times, but finally on the fourth try, “What is it?!” 

“Don’t yell. I have something you want.” It was best to be quick about this. He might hang up on you if you weren’t. “What do you mean?” There was a rustling from the other end. “Your credit card.” The door slammed open, there was no need to keep him on the line anymore. He’d oh so graciously granted you his presence. Note the sarcasm. “What’d you say?” Hanging up your phone you put it away. “Traful… Truffle… Law  has it in the kitchen.” Kid didn’t even give you time to finish, already running towards the kitchen. 

There was arguing. A clatter of pots as they fell to the floor. Law and Kid were screaming at each other. Then Law spotted you, throwing the half-frozen card your way. “She has it and will give it to you. In one condition.” Law made his way to you, making you stand behind him. “Go on.” He may be ‘protecting’ you right now, but it’s all for the card. Taking a breath in, you bargained with Kid. “Y-yes, I have it. And if you want it, make a pact with me.” Kid is pissed at the both of you. Fumes practically coming out of his ears. “Is that what this is about? I could crush you and take it.”

“You can’t,” Law interjected, “Sabo would punish you if you did anything to mess with the exchange program.” His anger burning into furry, Kid could only hold his tongue against you. He can’t take it, Law will start a fight. It’ll create much more destruction than if it was just you and him. “Fine, now hand it over.” Law lets you step in front of him, handing the card over. You now have his pact and can make him do as you want. “Now do as I told you, Y/n.”

“Why should I? You said it yourself, Sabo would be pissed and from what I’m hearing he’s the boss around here.” Law pushes you against a counter. Letting out a whimper, your eyes are trained on him. The corner digs into your skin as he pushes you harder into it, making you submit. Kid only watched from the sidelines, still fuming. “Don’t presume to think that you are worth more than you are. If you died, I’d be in trouble because Sabo is a devoted and prideful man. He wouldn’t care if you died. The punishment will pass.” He pulls you back off the counter, “so what’s it gonna be? Are you gonna keep defying me?” Shaking your head, you turn to Kid. It’d be better if you listened to him and NEVER did that again.  “G-give Law his money back, a-and repay him for the books you damaged. That’s an order.”

“That’s what you want, really? Fine, whatever!”

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Hercules Mulligan x Reader: Night guard

A/n: I have no idea how being a night guard works so I’m just doing whatever the hell I want to with it. So, it’s probably going to be very inaccurate. This is my first story for Herc so if he’s ooc just know that I’m still trying to get ahold of his character.

Timeline: Modern

Warnings: Swearing (should I really put that there anymore, it’s there for almost every single one of my fics.) A very crappy ending. I also got too lazy to edit the whole thing, I only edited the first few paragraphs. That’s it.

Words: 1,602

     Being a night guard at a museum isn’t very fun. It’s probably not anyone’s first choice, but as a girl trying to pay her way through college I’m not going to be really picking and choosing. But hey, I can’t really complain. I don’t have to deal with people and the pay is nice.

     Because it’s such a boring job I don’t really stay in my office. It’s so cramped and stuffy in there and all I can really do is monitor the place through cameras. Therefore, most nights I normally just stop by my office to get rid of my stuff and then just wander around the building. That’s exactly what I’m going to be doing tonight.

     I set my bag down on the office chair and my ice coffee on the desk. I powered on the monitors, sitting down on the very edge of the chair. Swaying back and forth in the chair I stared blankly at the black screens of the monitors, it always takes awhile for them to start up. I don’t understand why the day guard can’t just keep them on, it would only be a few hours until my shift started. But then again these monitors must eat up power and cost a hell of a lot.

     Looking at the clock on the wall, I saw that the little hand was pointing at the twelve and the longer one was pointing at the one. That means it’s 12:05, five minutes past midnight. I have another eight hours to go, seeing that my shift ends at seven am.

     I turned back to the monitors when a familiar blue light shone from them. They were finally on. Now the only thing left to do is log in with the password I’ve been given and turn on the camera viewers. Logging in with the standard all letters and numbers password I opened up the system that would show me what was on the cameras.

     With that being done I stood up from my chair and started fishing through my bag. Finally finding what I was looking for, my flashlight, I grabbed my ice coffee and left the small office. I took a sip from my ice coffee as I made it to the end of the long hallway that shuts the guards off from the main museum.

     I contemplated which way I wanted to go first. Did I want to go through the ancient exhibits and make my way up or did I want to go through the modern exhibits and make my way down to the stone age? It didn’t really matter, either way it was going to be a long night. With another sip of my drink I decided to go through the ancient stuff first, it had more interesting artifacts to look at anyway. Honestly, I just chose the ancient way hoping it would take me to my favorite exhibit fastest, even though it is an equal amount away from both paths. My favorite exhibit? Obviously the American Revolution.

     About an hour later due to my leisurely pace I walked into the American Revolution exhibit. As I walked by I admired every display in the room. My very favorite display had to be of the Battle at Yorktown though and it was at the end of the exhibit.

     I admired the display as I walked by getting ready to continue on with the night. Yet as I went to leave something caught my eye that caused me to do a double take. There was a man sleeping in the Battle of Yorktown display. It definitely was a strange sight but even stranger was what he was wearing. The man was fully dressed in Revolutionary military uniform.

     Unintentionally I let out a scream, my flashlight falling out of my grip and onto the floor. The man was wakened by my scream and he jumped to his feet. Although he started out with a startled look on his face it slowly changed to wonder and confusion. He looked around, observing the room, without even acknowledging me.

     “Um, excuse me, Sir but what do you think you’re doing here? Especially why were you sleeping in the Battle of Yorktown display?” I asked loudly, picking up my flashlight and holding it at my side. The man jumped slightly, turning to look at me before letting out a particularly loud gasp.

     “What are you wearing?” He asked, looking me up and down. I looked down at myself, I was wearing my uniform shirt and a pair of jeans. “What do you mean what am I wearing? What are you wearing?” I asked in offense, there was absolutely nothing wrong or out of the ordinary with what I was wearing. What he was wearing was out of the ordinary.

    “I’m wearing my uniform, but you’re wearing pants. If you can call those pants, what on earth are they made of?” He asked, gesturing to my pants. “Yeah, I’m wearing pants, they’re jeans.” I said slowly, this guy is starting to get on my nerves. What the hell was he even doing here? “You’re a woman, and you’re wearing pants. Women wear dresses not pants, if you can even call those ‘jeans’ pants.” The man said as though it were the most common knowledge out there.

     Okay, it is official this guy has thoroughly pissed me off. “Um, excuse me! This is not the seventeenth or even eighteenth century, it is 2018! It is the very normal for women wear pants or whatever the hell they want, you ass!” I snapped, glaring at the male. No matter how cute he may be he can’t get away with saying shit like that. Wait. Did I seriously just think that?

     The look of confusion that crossed his face certainly confirmed my previous thoughts. “2018? What do you mean? It’s 1781, isn’t it?” He asked. This guy was either being serious or just a very good actor. “Um, no, it is 2018. What? Have you been living under a rock your whole life?” I said, a nervous chuckle escaping past my lips. This guy hasn’t posed himself as a threat, but if he did he could definitely do some damage to me. “Lived under a rock- what?”

     “Um, not important. If you really are from 1781, which I highly doubt, why don’t you tell me something no one else other than a history nerd would know about the Battle of Yorktown? C’mon, you can tell me as I finish my rounds.” I said, waving him over and starting to exit the room. He followed me out of the room silently before starting up.

    Arriving back at my cramped office with my newfound companion I realized that this guy may actually be from the seventeen hundreds. Every time I tried to throw the guy out of his amazing act by showing him something from my time or talking about recent events he genuinely seemed confused or didn’t understand.

    “Holy shit, you really are from the seventeen hundreds aren’t you?” I asked quietly, sitting down on the desk. I placed my empty cup down beside me as the guy inspected the office chair before deciding to sit down on the floor beside it. He eyed the chair warily before answering my question. “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been trying to convince you of this whole time.”

    “Um, sorry for yelling at you earlier about the pants and for calling you an ass. I wouldn’t have said those things if I had known you came from a time where women only ever wore dresses and literally had no rights, unlike now.” I apologized, rubbing the back of my neck.

     “It’s okay Miss- Miss- I’m sorry I never got your name.” The man said a bit awkwardly. “Oh! I suppose you’re right. I’m (Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n).” I introduced myself, sliding from my spot on the desk to on the floor in front of him. I held out my hand for him to shake, but he did differently. He grabbed my hand and placed a soft kiss on my knuckles. My cheeks flushed, and even though I realized that was normal back from when he came I couldn’t help but feel my heart skip a beat or two. “Hercules Mulligan, Miss (Y/n). It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

     “U-Um, yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you too.” I stuttered, gently taking my hand out of his grasp. I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 2:30 am, I still four and a half hours left of my shift.  “Until we find a way to get you back to your time you’re going to have to live with me. Thank goodness I don’t stay at my college dorms and have my own apartment I live in. It’s also quite lucky that I have a spare room and bed you can use, although I might have to clean it up a bit.” I said, bringing my attention back to Hercules.

     “That’s fine with me, but are you okay with me staying with you?” He asked, placing a hand on my knee. Even though it was just a slight touch that didn’t mean anything I still felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. “Of course I’m fine with it, I wouldn’t have said that if I wasn’t.” I said with a smile. He smiled back at me, and I swear my heart is trying to kill me with how many beats it just skipped. I know it’s selfish but I found myself hoping we never found a way to get him back home. 

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Welcome (again) to A Cup-pella, Nico! We’re excited to have you and Frankie Holloway in the game! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: nico (again) + she/her Age: 23 Timezone: GMT+3 Ships: Frankie/Chemistry Anti-Ships: Frankie/No Chemistry

IC INFO

Full Name: Francine Marie Holloway Face Claim: Shelley Hennig Age/Birthday: 30 / December 20th, 1986 Occupation: Paramedic Personality: resentful, silly, guarded, selfless, forgetful, jealous Hometown: New York City, New York Bio:

Ask Frankie about her parents and it’d go a little something like this– throat cleared dramatically and a Bruce from Finding Nemo voice, “I never knew my father… or my mother for that matter.”

Born to two teenagers who decided children were not their MO, she was placed in the foster system The foster home she remembered and was with until she was adopted wasn’t bad. The adults were okay and took care of all the kids fine. There really wasn’t any traumatic events past her super mean foster sister who was two years older than her burning the hair off her barbies. Bitch.

Joke was on her foster sister, though. When the foster sister decided to go even more pyromaniac, there was rubbing alcohol involved and other craziness that made a small fire in the house. Six year old Francine standing outside of her pretty toasty house somehow charmed the pants off one of the paramedics that came with the fire department to put out the fire. Wesley Holloway fell in love with the overly dramatic child who was seriously pissed off about her ruined barbies. In love enough that a week later, Wesley came back with his wife, Ainsley, to visit her even more. A couple more times, some outings in New York and a court date– she became Francine Marie Holloway before she was seven years old.

The Holloways came with a son who was five years older than she was. Simon did not try to set her toys on fire so she decided that he was all right. When Frankie was eight years old, Ainsley got pregnant again and a little girl was brought into the mix. The five of them were a tight knit group. Frankie never felt out of place with them and there was never any adopted child syndrome with her.

School had never been her strong suit. Numbers, remembering historical dates, the periodic table, deciphering Wuthering Heights– not her thing. She managed to get by. She jumped from social group to social group, too easily bored to stay within one. She never had a problem with making friends, though. And, even though they were secrets– she even had two girlfriends in high school. Both she ended because being a secret just wasn’t fun after awhile.

Most of the men on Wesley’s side had military background. Wesley had been in for a couple of years until he sustained an injury that got him kicked out. It was only natural for Simon to join right after high school. The ladies in the family weren’t much for it, but Frankie was going to change that. She had decided that early on, always being really close to Wesley as she grew up and enjoying the stories he told about the time he had in the military. Despite the terrifying timeframe, Frankie took her ASVAB in high school and went to the recruiters not long after graduation. She scored well enough to be able to be a combat medic for the army, which is what Wesley had been. It was an easy option for her to take it.

She loved it. Even with all of the military’s flaws, she made the best of friends and had the best of times with a bunch of traveling in between. Frankie was seriously thinking about doing her full twenty– until she became a Staff Sergeant and was more on desk and soldier duty than doing her job. The one thing she loved the most was her job. Always being quite unmotivated in school, it had came as shock to her that she was really good at it. Frankie was a gem under pressure and could work on a casualty or a patient with ease and muscle memory. But, once that was taken away from her and it was more like being a glorified babysitter, she decided not to sign another contract after twelve years. She knew that she could do what she loved on the civilian side since she had acquired her paramedic license throughout her years. Following in Wesley’s footsteps felt natural. And, he was proud of her.

When all was said and done, she was back in New York, a place she had adored growing up in. She had saved enough money from all of her years in the army to properly get her own place. But, rent in New York was expensive and she still had a room at the Holloways which she decided to fill when she first got back. With a good word from Wesley, she had a job as a paramedic and things were going swell for awhile.

Except, she didn’t really think about the fact that it was totally uncool to live with your parents at thirty. Sure, she was helping with paying with things and not being a total mooch. It just wasn’t a great impression. It made her think about looking for different living situations. She had frequented A Cup for coffee and entertainment. It was pretty much fate when she found a wanted roommate ad and she didn’t hesitate before going for it.

Pets: Nada. She thinks the chipmunk is super cool, though

Relationships:

Rachel, Dani, Sookie:

She thinks she gets along with her roommates okay. Frankie is always up for a conversation if she bumps into them whenever she’s actually home. She is a total neat freak after being conditioned to being organized in the army so she may have some words if the living situation is left unkempt but for the most part she’s an easygoing roommate.

EXTRA INFO

[ This is for the masterlist, but also a fun little way to get to know your character! ]

Twitter name/twitter URL/description:

frankie / frankiefurter

my biggest regret in life is that i couldn’t join the jackass crew

Five latest tweets:

@frankiefurter​: to answer my question from a year ago– probably not, bob @frankiefurter: will my twitter ever come back from the war? @frankiefurter: been another 2yrs since i’ve been on here so good at the twitter thing @frankiefurter: me @ social events w/o food: here queer n ready 2 disappear @frankiefurter: it’s been five years since i’ve been on here holy shit #whatsgoodtwitter

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Bringing Up the Past (Part 2)

A/N: Part two kind of took on a mind of its own… Part two is a part of Kas’ 2.5K Follower Writing Challenge! Congratulations on 2.5k @@kas-not-cas​ !! The prompt I chose was “ I am way too sober for this.” I was planning on releasing it earlier, but the I remembered that Angst Appreciation Day was coming up so I decided to wait until then. So... Happy Angst Appreciation Day everyone!

 Honestly, this is one of the most descriptive and emotional things I’ve ever written. Though I suck at writing romantic stuff and comforting people, but I’m trying to improve.  Also if I left something out in the warnings, please send me an ask so I can add it. Now, onto the apologies :P. Sorry for anything I got wrong. Sorry if Sam is too OOC. Sorry if I dragged on with the reader and that the reader’s past is longer than Sam’s. Sorry that I went into so much detail. And like before I’m sorry in general :P Don’t like, don’t read.

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS, I GET PRETTY DEPRESSING IN THIS PART. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS. GUYS PLEASE IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THE WARNINGS, EITHER SKIP TO THE END WITH THE FLUFF OR DON’T READ IT AT ALL. I HONESTLY PREFER IF YOU DON’T READ IT ALL IF SO. IT’S COMPLETELY FINE WITH ME. I MIGHT BE GOING OVERBOARD WITH ALL THE WARNINGS AND STUFF, BUT SERIOUSLY I DON’T CARE I WANT TO MAKE SURE. Sorry if you’re being annoyed with all the stuff and stuff. Your mental health is important. You are important. The U.S. suicide hotline is 1-800-273-8255. And if you ever need to talk to someone, you can talk to me or go on this website https://www.imalive.org/ . You got this. Remember to always keep fighting. Love y’all.

Summary: After running from Sam, you think about your past. Sam confronts you again and you decide that it’s your turn to talk. Now it’s Sam’s turn to comfort you.

Ship: Sam x Reader

Warnings: ANGST, kinda graphic talk of depression, graphic talks of self-harm, suicide and attempted suicide, death (not the reader), self-hatred, graphic details of self-harm, description of self-harm scars, really negative thoughts, un-betaed, possible OOCness of characters, swearing, and (poor attempt at) fluff

Words: 5,710

Part 1

Tears blurred your vision as you ran past Sam. You wanted to go to your room, but you knew that Sam was more likely to check there first. So you knew that there were several other places you could go, but Dean was in the war room. If you wanted to go to some of your spots, you had to bypass Dean first. Hopefully, he was too busy trying to find anything on the Darkness or Cas to pay attention.

As you got closer to the war room, you wiped your eyes and slowed down. Peeking around the corner, you saw Dean engrossed on whatever he was doing. You slowly walked past Dean and prayed to whoever was listening that he wouldn’t really notice you.

“So you finally decided to leave the kitchen huh?” Well, fuck. Of course he noticed. Taking a quick glance at him, you saw that his eyes looked up from the laptop to look at you. You nodded, hoping that he wouldn’t notice your red eyes.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, just gonna walk around the bunker for awhile. Explore it some more. There might still be some rooms that haven’t been explored, y’know?”  

“Uh huh, you sure you’re okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

And with that, you kept walking. Finally, you reached the electrical room. You were pretty sure that out of all of your spots in the bunker, this place was the last on Sam’s list. Hell, you didn’t even know if either of them knew you hung out in here sometimes. Opening and closing the door behind you, you thanked God that Dean had fixed the door after he destroyed it. Walking to the back of one of the machines, you grabbed the things you kept hidden: a bottle of whiskey and a lighter. Usually, whenever you were on a hunt, the lighter would be in your pocket; any other time, the lighter was here.

After the Demon Dean incident, Sam and Dean didn’t really come into this room, but you did. It was kind of comforting to be in here. You didn’t know why, but it was. So it became one of your favourite spots to be at. Especially if you didn’t really want either of the guys to bother you. Walking back to the door, you put your back to the door and sank to the floor. You stared at the bottle of whiskey in your hand; wondering if you should drink, but you had been drinking a couple beers while you had been making the pie. You set the whiskey down and lifted your hand to look at the lighter. Snick. You stared at the flame that flickered to life before releasing your thumb, watching as the flame disappeared.

Thoughts swirled in your mind. The kind of thoughts that made you not want to do anything or get out of bed, for fear of more of those kind of thoughts. Most of the time, you were kept distracted by your job as a hunter (or anything really) to focus on such thoughts anymore or you tuned them out. But after this hunt, you couldn’t really ignore them. So you did the next best thing: you baked and baked and baked. Until Sam came and brought it up. You had hoped that he was too distracted to catch your little slip up, but to no avail. You had nothing to distract you now from the thoughts that had been growing louder and louder since Madilyn.

You stared at the lighter in your hands as they whispered, It’s your fault. You could have saved her and her family. You should have been better. You should have been smarter. You failed. Just like you failed to save him all those years ago. You’re a failure. You don’t deserve to live after what you did. You should have done better. You hit your head with your hands. No no no no. You are not gonna listen to what they say. It isn’t true. I tried. I tried with everything I had you thought to yourself convincingly.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice someone lightly knocking on the door. It was only when they started pounding that you realized. They found you.

“Go away!” you shouted.

“Y/N, I just want to talk.”

Oh, so it seems like Sam did know this hiding spot. You turned your head to look at the door. You didn’t want to talk to Sam right now. You really don’t. But knowing him, he’ll just bring it up again later. However, this is something you never wanted to talk about. No matter how many years had passed since the events, you never wanted to talk about them.

“Y/N, please.”

“No! Just leave me alone,” you said frustratingly. You heard Sam sigh through the wood before walking away. You waited for a few minutes before getting up and opening the door. No one was there. You closed the door again and sank to the floor, you’ll come out of the room later. Snick. The flame flickered to life again as you tried to think of anything to distract yourself from the thoughts and memories of the past.

A Week Later…

You slowly came back to consciousness after taking a brief nap, when you felt someone watching you. Grabbing your gun from your bedside table, you pointed it at the the person, to find Sam sitting on the chair by your desk. Shit, you forgot to lock your door. Putting the gun back on the bedside table, you decided to try for humour.

“Really, Sam? Watching someone while they sleep? That’s creepy, even for you,” you joked. Sam still had a serious look on his face. You swallowed a lump in your throat. Getting up, you walked to the kitchen, rambling as you went.

“Y/N, you’ve been avoiding me for the past week, you’re sleeping in your room again which you haven’t done since we started dating, please can we just talk about it?” Sam pleaded as he followed you.

“So how long did I sleep? Dean back yet from the bar? Think he brought any food home? I’m starving. Are there still some leftovers in the fridge?” you continued walking as you avoided answering. Reaching the kitchen, you opened the fridge to find leftovers and two six-packs of beer.

“Y/N, we need to talk about-”

“There’s nothing to talk about!” you screamed as you slammed the fridge door shut with a loud thud. You turned to face Sam, chest heaving. He looked a little surprised at your scream, but didn’t move from his position in front of the doorway.

“There is nothing to talk about,” you said, your breath getting heavy. Some memories were coming back and so were the thoughts. You hugged yourself, looking down at the floor, as more thoughts and more memories flooded your brain. Your eyes started to well up with tears.

“There is nothing to talk about,” you repeated. Tears started to fall, as Sam slowly approached you. Your breathing got even heavier as more tears started to fall. Your chest rose and fell quickly as you tried to control your breathing and stop yourself from sobbing. You tried to wipe the tears from your eyes, but more kept coming. Sam cautiously wrapped his arms around you. You didn’t try to break from his grip and you stayed in that position for a few minutes until you gave up on trying to calm down. Tears kept falling as you started to sob, releasing over a week of pent up emotions. Sam’s arms tightened his grasp on you as you kept sobbing.

After what felt like an eternity, you stopped crying and began to calm down. Sam slowly released you from his arms and you moved to sit down at the table. He moved to sit down across from you as you gathered your thoughts. Tugging at your hoodie sleeves, you thought about what to say, but he spoke first.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed the issue. If you don’t want to talk about it, then I’ll wait ‘til you are ready to talk about. If you want to talk about it.” You don’t want to talk about it. Ever. However, you looked at him, remembering when he trusted you to talk to you about Madison and his issues. If Sam can talk about his past with you, then maybe you can talk about your past with him.

“No it’s fine, I shouldn’t have pushed you away like I did. I think… I think I want to talk about it,” you said softly.

“Are you sure?” Sam asked, surprised.

“Yeah… I’m sure,” you said a little louder. You paused, not sure where to begin. Sam waited patiently as you decided where to begin. You didn’t talk about your past and your family often, mostly because it brought up some painful memories. You told the Winchesters that your parents were former hunters and that you had three siblings. You told them that out of the three, only two were still alive. You told them that your parents raised you to know about the supernatural, but didn’t take you on hunts unless you really wanted to. You told them that your parents taught all of you to shoot a gun and defend yourselves. And that was about it.

“I guess I should start from when I was little. I already told you that I was the youngest of four kids, but I never really talked about what it was like, even though you’re the youngest too. It was… a little difficult. Having to constantly prove myself to my parents and trying to surpass my siblings. Marc was a sports star, Alli was a genius, Brian was a prodigy, and I was… nothing special. I tried out for sports but I wasn’t very good at them. Studied hard in school, but only got As and Bs unlike my sister. Brian tried to help me with painting and tried to get me to play an instrument, but I never got as good as he did. I was closer to him than I was with Marc and Alli. He was my favourite,” you confided.

“Why did you say you were nothing special? You are definitely someone special,” Sam frowned at you. You looked disbelievingly at him.

“You’re great at baking and you’re a great hunter. Plenty special to me,” he grinned. You gave him a small smile back.

“Not to my parents. I mean they loved me and all, but they pushed me to be like my siblings and when I couldn’t be, they were disappointed in me.. Though they never really showed it in front of me, I knew. Brian was there when I would cry about it. He was the best big brother; with no offense to Marc because he was great too, but Brian was always there for me. And I tried to be there for him…” you trailed off. You opened your mouth to continue and closed it again. Sam looked concernedly at you, before you stood up from the table and walked to the fridge.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” he asked. You opened up the fridge and grabbed the six-packs. Kicking the fridge closed, you walked back to the table, and set the packs down.

“I am way too sober for this,” you replied, sitting down again and grabbing a beer. You grabbed another one and offered it to Sam, who took it. You both opened your bottles and as Sam took a sip, you took a big gulp. Sam stared at you as you finished that bottle and the second bottle.

“This isn’t enough. I’ll be back,” you called, before going to get your bottle of whiskey from the electrical room. You grabbed it and walked back to the kitchen. When you got back, Sam was still sitting where you left him, sipping his beer.

Sitting back down, you opened the bottle of whiskey and took a long sip of it, feeling the burn in your throat. Setting the bottle down, you stared at it for a second before continuing.

“I tried to be there for him. I tried. I was 11 and he was 13 when I noticed that his playing and his paintings got a little sadder. I asked him about it and he just said that he was just a little sad and that it would pass over soon enough. But it didn’t, they just got sadder and sadder. I tried to cheer him up in every way I knew how, I tried talking to our parents about it, but they said that it was just him being a teenager and that it would pass. I tried talking to Marc and Alli but they were too busy with their stuff to really pay attention. I tried to get him to talk to me but he just shut himself off. I tried everything, but he just shut me out,” you sniffed, your eyes misting again. Taking another long sip of the whiskey, you calmed yourself.

“At some point, he wouldn’t let me into his room, which never happened. Ever. I was the only person he allowed in no matter what. But then one day, I asked if I could come in and he said no. I kept trying to help him and I kept trying to be there for him. But two days from his 15th birthday…” you choked. Tears started to blur your vision again as you wiped them away with your sleeve. Sam looked at you with sad eyes, but you didn’t look back.

“He was taking a bath and I was gonna go next right? He was taking too long so I knocked on the door, but he didn’t answer. I knocked again, but he still didn’t answer. At this point, I was worried because if he was asleep, then he would’ve woken up by now. But I couldn’t get in because the door was locked. So I grabbed a bobby pin from my room and picked the lock. When I opened the door… God, Sam. There was so much red. The bathtub was practically filled to the brim with red. B-Brian was completely submerged in the red and I-I screamed and just collapsed next to him. I pulled him from the water and I tried to take his pulse but I saw his arms and there were cuts everywhere. But there were two cuts on each of his wrists that were long and vertical and new. I kinda knew what happened but I didn’t care, so I still tried to do CPR like my parents taught me. But I was shaking so much and there was so much red-” you sobbed, burying your head into your hands. Sam stood up from the chair and walked over to your side of the table to bury you in his arms. You moved to drink more of the whiskey.

“You don’t have to tell me the rest, if it’s too hard for you to talk about it. You don’t have to tell me the rest. I’m grateful that you told me at all. Thank you,” Sam murmured in your ear. You sniffed and shook your head.

“No I want to tell you,” you said determinedly.

“But-”

“No, Sam. You told me about what happened to Madison, you told me about what you feel. It’s only right that I tell you the same. Unless you don’t want me to keep going,” you paused.

“No, I want you to keep going. But I’m worried, are you sure you’re okay enough to talk about this?” he questioned. You nodded firmly and continued, wiping away the tears.

“A minute after I screamed and started to do CPR, my parents and my siblings ran upstairs. They saw me and Brian. And they were horrified. Dad tried to pull me away from Brian while Mom called 911. But I didn’t let go, I kept screaming that I had to do something, I had to save him. Alli and Marc were in shock, I think. I don’t remember much of what happened after Dad pulled me away. I don’t really remember what happened a week after too. I just remember a little bit of the funeral. I remember looking into his coffin, it was an open one.. He was wearing a leather jacket, so I didn’t see his arms. After the funeral, later that night, my parents, siblings, and I went to the cemetery. Dug up his coffin and salted and burned him. He deserved to be in peace and not come back as a ghost, or at least that was what my mom said,” you recalled, some tears still making their way down your face.

“I don’t remember anything else,” you took another sip as you felt the whiskey slowly coming into effect. It was getting slightly easier to talk now.

“Maybe you were in shock? Or maybe your mind couldn’t really deal with the trauma so it blanked almost everything out?” Sam suggested.

“I don’t know and I don’t really care.” you shrugged.

“After a couple of months, everyone thought I got my shit together. I was hanging out with friends again, my grades were up, and I looked happy and fine,” you sipped and your shoulders lost some of the tension that was in them. You were getting drunker, you could feel it. You didn’t care, anything to get you through remembering some of the worst years in your life.

“But you weren’t fine,” Sam stated.

“I wasn’t fine,” you confirmed, “I was still a mess. But I didn’t want my family and friends to worry about me any longer than they already were, so I pretended to be fine. Kept my grades up so they wouldn’t be suspicious. Hung out with friends and put on a smile to keep them from worrying. Every now and then, I would let slip something that indicated I wasn’t fine, but they chalked it up to me still mourning. After all, I was closer to him than anyone else. But no one ever pressed or asked if I wanted to talk about it.”

“I was tempted more than once to go to a crossroads and make a deal, but I knew Brian would be mad at me and would probably never forgive me for it,” Sam tensed at the thought of you making a deal, before relaxing.

“How come no one talked to you about it? I mean, you were the first one to see him,” he shook his head, “I’d think that would call for some therapy or at least some talks with someone.”

“My friends thought I was talking to my family about it. My parents were just leaning on each other and burying themselves in work, they kind of forgot about us for awhile. Marc would be at school, practicing until the coach forced him to go home while Allie would be at the library, burying herself in her studies until the library closed. Meaning that I was, for the most part, home alone. Being home alone, made me think. What if I had been more persistent? What if I had gotten someone to listen? What if I had come up earlier? His death was my fault because I didn’t try harder,” you swallowed the last of your whiskey.

“No it-”

“Shut up Sam,” you said lazily, an alcoholic haze starting to clouding your brain.

“I was too pathetic to save him. I didn’t deserve to be alive while he was nothing but ashes. I couldn’t save him, so it was my fault. Or at least that’s what my thoughts were saying. Later on they got worse. You’re a disappointment to your family.  You’re too ugly to have anyone like you. You’ll never be enough. Time went on as I got worse. I could barely get out of bed everyday. Eventually, I had no energy to do anything whatsoever.There were just some days where I didn’t even talk because I was just so tired. I was so tired of everything. But I never let anyone else see me like that. I put on fake smiles whenever I was around everyone else. Made it so that no one even suspected that I was the slightest bit sad,” you slurred slightly. You were definitely drunk now.

“The only thing that made the voices stop was when I was taking a razor blade and cutting across my arm. Each cut I’d make, the quieter the voices would be. So I cut and I cut. I didn’t cut so deep at first. They’d bleed slightly and scar over, but then they’d be gone in a week or two. Sometimes they left a darker kinda mark, but not really a scar. At least I don’t think so. 

“When everyone started asking why I was wearing hoodies all the time, I just said that I was setting up a trend or something. Made a joke about it. They would laugh and stop questioning it. Everyone thought I was fine, so why would they keep questioning it? So I kept on faking, kept on acting,” you looked down at your sleeve, brushing your hand lightly on the fabric.

“On the night of March 1st, I couldn’t take it anymore. Everyone was smiling and laughing at dinner, my parents had invited a couple of their friends over. They were telling stories and jokes. I excused myself from dinner and went back to my room. I locked my door and snuck out the window. Went down to the bridge that was a little bit out of town. Sat down on the ledge and wondered if I should jump. The fall would have probably injured me, but wouldn’t have killed me; so the water would have.”

“How old were you by now?” Sam asked, almost afraid of the answer. You stared straight at him.

“I was 12. I don’t really know how long I sat there. But I sat there long enough that a group of people noticed me there. They varied from kids about my age at the time to high school students. They talked me down from jumping, though it took awhile. Afterwards, they walked me back to my house. We talked and they said that if I ever wanted to talk, to just find them at this place. I said goodbye and snuck back up to my room. Snuck downstairs to find my family and my parents’ friends still at the dinner table, laughing. They never noticed that I was gone for two hours at least,” you shook your head.

“Eventually, despite the group’s help, the cuts got deeper. They bled more. I filled pages of a sketchbook or two with just my blood. Whenever they healed, they obviously left behind a scar, a horizontal bump on my arm. There were dozens of them on my left forearm and upper arm. A few on my right, but not as much as on my left,” you said, as if you were speaking about the weather. Sam looked horrified at your description.

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to go into so much fucking detail. Should I stop? I should probably stop. I’m gonna stop. I should have never fucking talked to you about this,” you said worriedly, the haze leaving your mind at the look on Sam’s face. You stood abruptly to leave, but he grabbed your wrist from across the table. You froze, unsure. Sam walked to your side and pulled you into a fierce hug.

“No, no you should be talking to someone about this. And I’m glad that you chose me,” he murmured into your hair. He let you go and you sat back down in your chair. Instead of going back to his chair across the table, he opted for the chair next to yours. He turned so the chair could be facing you.

“Can I…?” he gestured towards the sleeves and you nodded hesitantly, turning your chair to face his. He slowly rolled up the sleeve of your right arm, until he stopped at the crook of your elbow. On your right forearm were at least 8 scars, a few were slightly thicker than the rest. You watched Sam for his reactions, ready to yank your sleeve down. His face looked hard, not really showing any emotion. He moved to roll up the sleeves of your left arm, but you grabbed his wrist gently.

“You sure you wanna see this arm? It’s a helluva lot worse than the other one,” you warned. He rolled up your left sleeve anyway, exposing the dozens of scars that littered your left forearm; all of them varying in thickness and visibility. However, the one scar that stood out was the one that was almost at the middle of your forearm. It was about 4 inches long, the width of about 2 quarters, and it had little dots on either side of it.

“What…” Sam couldn’t finish. This one was obviously bigger than the rest, this one had needed stitches. Which meant…

“I’ll get to that one eventually,” you replied, not really answering.

“I talked to that group almost everyday and they convinced me to go to Mrs. Lee. Really, she was the mother of one of the people in the group. But she had a degree in psychology. So I talked to her and for the next two years, I was better. That was until I switched schools.”

“Why did you switch schools?” Sam furrowed.

“Because I had an emotional breakdown after school one day. Kinda freaked out my parents, I should count myself lucky that they didn’t really ask questions as to why I wanted to switch. I think they thought it was because I had some of the teachers that Brian talked about and had and it brought up bad memories,” you pondered.

“Either way they let me switch schools without much fuss. By that point I wasn’t seeing Mrs. Lee anymore since she deemed me to be better. A few weeks after I switched schools, I was trying to catch up with all of the work that I had missed. I was so stressed and upset because there was so much work and I could hear my sister arguing with my parents that I just… I grabbed a pair of scissors that I had in my drawer and just sliced at my arm,” you made a slicing motion on your left arm, where the scar was.

“It was deeper than I intended and the blood was coming faster than normal. I just stared at it, kind of going into shock. The blood was dripping down my arm and I passed out. When I woke up, I was in the hospital and my sister was sitting next to me with her eyes red. The rest is sort of a blur, just like when Brian died; the most I remember is that my parents were sending me to a mental institution, rehab, whatever you want to call it. I was sent there when I was 14 and I stayed there until I was deemed better when I was 16. The night after my parents got me, I packed a bag, stole some money from my parents’ wallet, grabbed a few weapons from the basement, and ran away, ” you shifted uncomfortably in your chair and Sam moved his hand from your thigh (when did he place it there?) to hold your left hand.

“I think we should stop,” Sam said cautiously.

“Why? I thought you wanted me to tell you everything,” you said a little sassily.

“Because I don’t know if you’ve noticed it or not, but you started scratching at your left arm a while ago and it’s turning red. And you’re crying again sweetheart,” he said, wiping the tears you just now noticed were falling down your face. You looked down at your arms, your right hand stopped scratching your left arm when he mentioned it. You didn’t even notice.

“I…”

“C’mon, let’s go to our room.” Getting up, the two of you walked to the room. As soon as the two of you entered, he herded you into bed. He changed into his sleep clothes and got into bed with you. Sitting back on the headboard he put your head in the crook of his neck and wrapped his arms around you. You smiled weakly into his neck, this was the exact way you comforted him over a week ago. You reached at Sam’s bedside table for his phone. The time read 2:30 AM.

“How long have I been talking?” you asked incredulously, you could’ve sworn that it had been about 7PM when Dean went to the bar.

“You slept for about five hours. When you woke up it was already a little bit past midnight. We’ve been up talking since.” It was quiet for a couple of minutes, the two of you just enjoying the warmth that the other provided. Lightly tracing your back, Sam spoke again.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“But-” you exclaimed, but he held up a hand before you could say more.

“It wasn’t your fault,” he repeated, “If it wasn’t my fault that Jess, or Kevin, or Madison, or Ellen and Jo died, then it wasn’t your fault that your brother died. You said that you tried everything right? So it wasn’t your fault, because you tried. You tried with everything that you had. And that’s fine. You said you told your parents and that they just brushed you off right?” You nodded slowly.

“Then that makes it partially their fault. Because they should have listened to you. Doesn’t matter that it might have been because he was a teenager, they still should have talked to him. They also shouldn’t have pressured you and your siblings so far,” he said sternly.

“But they didn’t! They loved us! Yeah sure, they pushed all of us more than we wanted to, but they still loved us!” you protested.

“You said that your parents were disappointed in you whenever you weren’t able to reach their standards right?”

“Yeah…”

“Did your siblings ever tell you what they thought of your parents pushing?”

“Yeah… Marc and Alli would argue with them sometimes, because they pushed us so much. They both wanted to be something else.” you remembered the arguments that would lead to shouting matches. More often than not after the argument, you went to your elder siblings while Brian went to your parents.

“What did Brian do?” Sam pushed.

“He never really protested, but I could tell that it was wearing him down too.”

“Therefore, it wasn’t your fault. Your parents only have partial blame, but in the end it wasn’t really anyone’s fault that your brother died. And while you say you were never good enough for anyone. You’re good enough, more than enough to me. To Dean and Cas. You deserve to be here, because if you weren’t here then the people whose lives you’ve saved wouldn’t be here either. You’re beautiful and kind. You’re one helluva hunter and a great baker. You’re smart and great at researching. You’re worth something and I’m never letting you forget that again,” he smiled down at you.

“Promise me something,” he said, tilting your chin up to look at him, “Promise me that anytime you get any kind of negative thoughts again, you think about hurting yourself again, you come talk to me. Please?”

“I don’t think about cutting anymore.”

“Just promise me?” you sighed.

“I promise, as long as you promise to do the same,” you said firmly.

“I promise,” kissing you on the forehead, he adjusted your position so that he was lying down instead of sitting against the headboard. Impulsively, you pressed your lips to his. Just a simple kiss that spoke volumes. Thank you. I love you. Sam smiled at you and kissed you. I love you too.

A/N: Kinda wanted to write a smut scene in here, but then I saw that I was reaching 12 pages and I have also never written a smut scene before so I decided to not push my luck. 

Tagging: @impala-dreamer @idreamofhazel  @jared-padaloveme because I think they wanted a part two?

[orokana-riko]

RP Plotting Sheet : Minako Arisato!

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

tagged by: @aragakisan (I think... I got a notif but then my url wasn’t on the post, idk.) and @loversquiver

Mun name: Rachel or Riko OOC Contact: I tend to prefer IMs here, but I do have skype and discord after we get to know each other a ‘lil. Those might be the better way of getting a hold of me since I’m usually on mobile, and my tumblr app is signed in to another account.

Who the heck is my muse anyway: Female Protagonist of Persona 3, with too many canon names, but I use Minako Arisato. A high-schooler, orphan and literal harborer of death who moves back to the town of her birth lonely, insecure, and closed off to anything beyond superficial shenanigans, but then gains supernatural powers by facing her fears and eventually saves the world with the Power of FriendshipTM

Points of interest: red eyes. auburn hair. ponytail. fire in her spirit and fire in her touch. citrus and bunny aesthetic. liable to personality swap with every blink. chameleon to the wants and needs of those around her; sometimes forgets or neglects herself in the process; starts resenting people for not fulfilling her own needs in return, even though she refuses to talk about them (it’s called a martyr complex, sweetie.) rebellious past that’s still only toned down. voices in her head that sometimes make her wise beyond her years, but she’s a little bit of that herself already. issues aside, genuinely likes helping people and watching them become their truest self. 

What they’ve been up to recently:

Game-verse: Studying in school and participating in clubs. Fighting shadows in Tartarus with a naginata and her persona(s) for the mission to end the Dark Hour and for kicks. Making real friends for the first time and trying to let down her walls around them. Trying to come to terms with the death of her parents instead of distracting herself from dealing with it. Trying to talk her friends through their problems, too.  

Post-game AU (college): detailed here

Post-post game AU: Conducting research on how to influence larger systems to motivate people and keep them from despairing. Using her findings to consult with organizations that are trying to improve or rejuvenate towns or metropolitans, perhaps to put out a few initiatives of her own. Probably creating/taking part in a few documentaries.For more steady income, especially when starting out, she also does motivational speaking and workshops at high schools or the occasional corporate consultation. Trying to rebuild the happy family she lost, if she’s attached. If she is single, she has a big apartment that she rents out the spare room for cheap to friends for company. Also a Siamese cat gifted to her by Mitsuru named Purrsia-hime and a fat orange tabby she took in as a stray named Shortcake.

Where to find them: school. the dorm. her bedroom. stuffing her face at any given restaurant. the shrine. the park. Paulownia mall. the back alleys. the nightclub. the arcade. the local streets on a morning jog. working at Chagall cafe. Tartarus. rarely alone.

Current plans:

Game verse: Find emotional stability. Redeem herself. Graduate. End the Dark Hour. Make her friends proud.

Post game AU: Enjoy life. Learn more about the world and people. Earn her PhD. Make the world better, so that one day her brother’s soul can be freed to rest. 

Post-Post game AU: Keep making the world better. Keep enjoying life. Try to help others do the same. Have a family and keep them happy and healthy too.

Desired interactions: 

Early or Late game, because everything tends to fall in a vague middle area (sometimes restricted since characters don’t show up until then but..). Give me early on when she barely knows anyone and is still trying to keep them at distance and unsure of herself. Give me more of when everyone’s trying to make the decision about Ryoji and even though she knew her answer from the start, she has to keep it inside because she doesn’t want to influence anyone. Give me more investigating the cult.

Speaking of which, I’d still love a “staking out Strega” thread. Like going through alleys on reconnaissance. 

More fighting in Tartarus. In three years, the thread I have now with @downtomyunderoos is the first one. WTF. --- bonus if it’s a three person or full party thread ------- double bonus if it’s the squad with that flooding room and trust issues one

Minako confessing her fears about death to Shinji. I almost had that once and then the partner left. It’s important and I still want to write her through it.

One other similar thing with Mina and Shinji, but I’m holding out for @deathboundinautumn for that, bc it’s gonna be the prize request if she wins the food guessing game. :3c 

[EXCITED SEAL NOISES] MINA AND SHINJI GETTING IN FIGHTS THAT DON’T ACTUALLY GET RESOLVED THEY JUST WALK AWAY AND BURY IT BECAUSE THEY’RE BOTH WRONG. 

Mina making bad decisions or pushing too far in general and getting put in her place by the senpai, whether they actually tell her off or just refuse to play along until she checks herself.

I WANT MY MOTORCYCLE ADVENTURES WITH MITSURU-SENPAI. SHE PROMISED.

Ken and Junpei. IDEC just give me them at all????? Please. I’m begging here.

Also more side characters. Seriously all of them, but my soul for a Rio.

AU where an NPC Minako is doing missionary work abroad for one of her social sciences classes, and runs into Akihiko while he’s traveling the world. Especially if she’s volunteering at a clinic and she has to take care of him after he earned some of his scars and is stuck for awhile?? This is self-indulgent but I want.

I was gonna say Art school AU but that started and hopefully I’m allowed the butt-in I already wrote......

Offered interactions: 

Deep conversations. Let Minako accept u and give u advice. it’s what she’s best at, and you get free pass to delve into character headcanons you’d have to save for meta otherwise!!!!!!!!! Lay them on me.

Likewise - mentor threads. She can be Fool Senpai or Shadow Operative veteran (or big sister).

Also likewise - recruitment threads. I love when OCs or side characters modified to have personas want to join SEES. Send them @ me. Mina will gladly be your leader.

I never get tired of “patching the wound up” threads. Either direction. 

Taking a team into Tartarus, duh.

Verbal sparring and vulnerability

Flirting. All the flirting. It doesn’t have to mean anything. But it also can.

S H A D O W   M I N A K O

NPC / Police girl AU if u want it

Forever accepting platonic intimacy and drabble prompt requests

#plots

Current open post/s: n/a

Anything else?:  some important metas:

Nicknames

Physical Features

Personas/Orpheus and Latent Abilities

Social Link Dynamics 

Minako’s Journey: Key Players (Akinari, Shinjiro and Akihiko)

Minako’s Shadow (Jungian and Erikson analysis)

Tagging: @deathboundinautumn || @narxkami || @maikoyaki || @lightspeared

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Ron Weasley X Reader

Title: You Are Special

Fandom: Harry Potter

Warning: Bullying, and abuse.

Request Or For Fun: Fun

Character: Ronald Weasley X Reader.

A/N: This is another early one. I don’t know if I like it or not. I have mix feelings about this because one, this was “inspire” by an Undertale comic about Chara and two, I don’t know jack shit about Harry Potter at that time. So yeah. Ron Weasley is like OOC in this story.

I’m sorry for copying the comic if you’re the creator of the comic. I don’t know what my 12 years old had in mind.

Narrator P.O.V

Long ago, there was a young child named [F/N] [L/N]. This child was no more than an ordinary villager just like everyone else. This village had a cult and they believe that from the moment humans are born, there is evil in them. Since it was impossible to clean themselves even through good deeds, they would force "all evils of the humanity" onto one person.

This child was randomly chosen as the "vessel" and blame her as the true source of all human evil. If one person embodies all the evils of the humanity, the rest cannot be evil no matter what. This childish theory is what they believed. And so continuously cursed, spat, ridiculed, beat, torture and blamed this child for every ill fate the world brought upon by humanity. It took a huge toll on the child. She was shocked at this senselessness. Why should this happen to her? Who should she blame? She cannot go to anyone because even her family torture her and beat her.

She only felt anger and hatred towards the world and the people who mercilessly persecuted them. Her innocence broken slowly into madness. She despised humanity so much that became her natural function. She doesn't know how to love because she never felt love.

Eventually, she accepts the cursed role. She thought she was an ordinary child without any talent but boy, how wrong she was. She wasn't ordinary when she got a letter told her that she was a witch. So she thought it would be a good idea for escaping her village. She buys the important things she needs. You arrive at the Hogwarts you see many children. So you entered the school. You were being pushed for a couple of time. But then a brown haired boy help you "Thank you..." your voice cracked because you haven't talked for awhile "You're welcome, my name is Harry Potter." he said, "My name is [F/N] [L/N]." You said your expression doesn't change. No smile.

"Well... you are new right?" he said and you nodded "Well you need to go to the Great Hall so you can know what house you are in," he said and help you. You waited to hear your name Harry go to his table. He is in Gryffindor house. "[Y/N] [L/N]!!" McGonagall shouts and you go and sit on the chair while she put the sorting hat on you. "Hm...you can be brave like Gryffindor, kind like Hufflepuff and smart like Ravenclaw but you can also be bitter and mean like Slytherin because of the past." It took awhile but in your mind say "I don't care what house I'm in." "You don't? Okay, then Slytherin it will be!" There was applause from the Slytherin table and so you go and sit there.

You don't really care about the house and on the other hand, Harry was disappointing because that you got in the Slytherin house. "Hey Harry, are you okay? You seem upset." His best friend Ron "No. Nothing." Harry lied. ~Time skip when you were in the third year~ You and Harry still hang out. You meet his best friends Ron and Hermione. Ron seems like scared of you but you don't know why and worry about Harry's sanity because he was hanging out with Slytherin. "Harry you must be crazy!" Ron said "What do you mean Ron? She just has a bad past and that cause her turn into bitter and mean." Harry try to explain it "Are you sure?" Hermione asks "I'm sure. She is not that bad." Harry said "You should just talk to her she maybe keeps quiet but she will answer your question." he continued and Ron think about it and decide to try it out. ~Time skip~ Ron was walking the hallway until he saw you at the outside sitting on a bench alone through one of the windows so he took the opportunity to talk to you. "Hey [F/N]!" he said without trying stuttering "Hm?" you hummed and look behind you "Can I sit beside you...? I just want to talk to you since we haven't talked and Harry is my best friend so he suggests talking to you so...here we are..." he said, trying to not sound awkward.

You nodded with a smile you trusted Harry so maybe he's best friend not that bad though you still hate humanity. You need a lot of trusts to believe them. "So what do you want to know about me?" you said "what about we just talk normally like normal people," he said but you don't really don't understand what he was saying talking normally? Like normal people? How would you do that? "Eh....sure," you said. ~Time skip when Ron talking with Harry~ "So how is it went?" Harry ask Ron "It was great. She was awkward a bit. But still she cool." Ron said and blushed thinking about you "She adorable right?" Harry said "W-what?" Ron said feeling a bit angry when Harry said "What? She seems like an adorable person. I just think of her as a little sister. Don't be jealous Ron." Harry said and Ron blushed in embarrassment "O-oh...hehe." he laughs nervously. You just sit in the room thinking about what happened. Your roommate was disgusted at you because she saw hang out with Ron. "You still thinking about that boy? Hello? He is Gryffindor and you are Slytherin those two do NOT combine!" She said but you don't hear her "I don't care....This is why I hate humanity." you said. ~Time skip when you are in the fifth year and when the war is over~ You were sitting with a bunch of people that you don't really know. There are so many people died.....Even though you hate humanity. You look around to find Harry and Ron. You saw Ron with his family.

You thought it will be great if you leave them alone so you decided to go somewhere else. "Hey [F/N]! Long time no see!" A voice say not really familiar "Huh?" you look around and see a guy and he sighed "Wow your own best friend you even forgotten? I am really lucky. Dude, it's me, Jack. The one who you always tease. Jackie boy!" Jack said and it hit you hard.....No that sound wrong.....so wrong "Oh....Yeah, I remember. It's been years...." you said smiling at Jack. "I know right?!" Jack exclaimed.

You two talk for quite a long time. Ron was searching for you to see if you were safe and then he see you with your best friend his heart shattered after he seen the scene. So he went back where he came from. ~When you were in your sixth year~ >Ron's P.O.V< I confessed my feeling to Hermione because she was the first crush other than [F/N].....Hermione accepts it. >Normal P.O.V< You see Ron with Hermione holding hands and you filled with anger, sadness and broken but you happy for Hermione because she says that she liked Ron for awhile. So you think that they were a better couple even though you were sad about it but you still happy for them.....Harry knew your crush and feel bad about it. "Hey [F/N], you okay?" Harry ask you and you nodded and smiled at him. "Okay." Harry walk away. ~When Ron and Harry Are Alone~ "Hey, Harry! Harry...?" Ron said and look at Harry whose look so unreadable "What did you do with [F/N]?" Harry asked and Ron looks confused "What do you mean? I didn't do anything." Ron said "You did. I feel like [F/N] is broken and something must be wrong since you were her best friend. I'm just like her brother. That's all. Nothing more. You don't need to be jealous!" Harry said "I know! But she seems like she with another person!" Ron said " What do you mean? She doesn't even say a thing about having a boyfriend." Harry said and look at Ron "What? She has a boyfriend. If I'm not misheard I think his name is Jack." Harry look at Ron with like 'Seriously' face "You got to be kidding right that's her best friend her FIRST best friend. Ron doesn't get mess up with that." Harry said and Ron felt bad about the confession to Hermione. Hermione hears everything. She felt anger towards [F/N] and yet cannot because she don't want to ruin the friendship with Harry or Ron and she decided to break up with Ron the next day. ~ZHE NEXT DAY~ "Ron I need to talk to you," Hermione said "Yeah sure 'mione." "I want to break up. Not because I don't like you. I hear the conversation yesterday and I feel bad about [F/N] she seem really sad and I think you two will be...great together."

"I-I see. Well glad to know that you care about her." "Well, I'm her friend. Friends care about other friends as well. Beside it rare to see anyone hate humanity and her, one of it and I'm glad you and Harry are there for her to believe that not all humans are bad."

"Yeah..."

"Ron I think there's still a chance. I mean sure Jack is her first best friend that doesn't mean that he liked [F/N] like you do." "Wait...How do you know that I like [F/N]?" "The way you look at her and blush when hearing her name. Yeah now go and find [F/N]!" And so Ron did. ~With You~ The fact that Jack has the same personality like Ron. So every single time Jack make a joke or anything to make you happy. It always reminds you of Ron. “[F/N]!"  you hear a familiar voice. Ron's voice. You look towards where the voice come from and smiled at him "Hey Ron." you said "So how are you today?" "Terrible," you said the truth "Why?" "Someone I like go out with another person." "Oh, I'm sorry. Can I ask you something?" "Yeah sure." "I....I like you every since I talk to you." "I like you as well." "No like....More than friends." "It is true?" "Yeah...I break up with Hermione. I just misunderstood because after the war ended I was searching for you and I see you with Jack I thought you liked him. So I go with Hermione and then I hear what Harry say and Hermione hear the conversation and she break up with me and here we are." "I see. I always thought you liked Hermione and you two seem like a cute couple." Ron hugged you  "I....I just want to be with you. Hermione says that we would look great as a couple. Give me another chance....please" Ron said "I gues-" you were cut off by Ron "No guesses!" Ron "Fine. I give you another chance. Jeez, you make the one shot like you cheating on me." you said breaking the fourth wall and pull away from the hug "You know that we can't break the fourth wall." Ron said "But it the author's choice to make it breaking the fourth wall or not. Not your choice!" you said and Ron sighed and said "Yeah.....Anyways, aren't we going to kiss?" "Nah...That's too cliche." you said and laughed "You know, you are special." Ron said, "Nah....I'm just a kid without anything special." You said and still denial anything about you that saying you are special. "Come on. You attended a wizard and witches school and yet you denied." Ron said and you nodded. "But I still think you are special." ~Bonus Ending~ Ron is kissing you on the lips and smiled at you when he pulls back. "What?! No! That's too cliche!" you said and blushed "Love you too," Ron said and laugh off ~End~

[blueseadespair]

Danganronpa v3 Alternative Mastermind AU Chapter 1 Day1

Disclaimer: I don’t own Danganronpa.  This is fanfiction so there will be some OOCness. Spoilers exist. mostly the same as my Prologue disclaimer.

Chapter 1 Day 1

There’s no way this is happening a killing game? Me?  It started off as a normal day were I was going to go shopping for supplies, then I get kidnaped.

 Monokuma: Now with further-ado. I’ll give you each a monopod with the rules of the killing game.

 We each received a monopod that had our names on it, and after that there were the rules of the killing game. The rules were:

1.     No violence against Monokuma and the Monokumars.

2.     The Headmaster can’t not interferer with the Participants, unless one of the rules is broken.

3.     Violators against these rules will be punished.

4.     If the innocent continue to win the game will end with 3 survivors.

5.     An exception to rule 4 will be if the Mastermind is caught, if the Mastermind is caught, they alone will be punished, and the game ends.

6.     Destruction of the school is prohibited, unless it is part of the killing.

7.     When 3 or more people find a dead body the body discovery announcement will play.

8.     Sometime after the body discovery announcement the Class trial will begin.

9.     During the class trial you are to find the blackened, if you find the blackened they alone will be punished, if you choose the wrong one then everyone else will be punished.

10.   If the blackened is not caught then they will get to graduate.

Those were the rules that were written out for us. After sometime. Shuichi spoke up.

 Shuichi: Hey Monokuma, can I ask a few questions?

Monokuma:  If it anything that will help you out and find the mastermind or my 3 sizes that is a no go!  Anything else is fair game though.

Shuichi: What do you mean by punishment?

Monokuma:  What are you a newborn cub?  You should all know this already!  The punishment is death! And I get to choose how it goes!

Rantarou: Then I have another question.  Is the mastermind one of us?

Monokuma:… We seem to have a sneaky one here, but that is another question I won’t answer!  I’ll just have you try and guess. Upupupu I can’t wait, I can’t wait!

 As Monokuma said that he vanished before we could say anymore.

 Kokichi: Nishishi~ What an interesting thing to say Rantarou-chan.  Do you suspect one of us?

Rantarou:…

Tenko: Tenko new it, It has to be a guy! Because only they would be so brutish to do something like that!

Kaito: That isn’t a thing to decide based on gender!

Tsumugi: But what if what Rantarou said is true?  What if there is the mastermind amongst one of us?

Shuichi: True, they could be a part and make sure things go smoothly.

Maki: So, wouldn’t our first priority be take out the mastermind?

Kaede: Wouldn’t that be risky though?  What if someone got the wrong person, we can’t be rash about this.

Miu: So What! Isn’t better to get to the source of the problem as quick as we can!?

Gonta: Gonta will help however he can!  That is was a true gentleman would do!

Kirumi: I to will provide what ever assistance I can.

Angie: Everything is going to be a-okay~!  God is going to be watching over us and Angie! He says that we will escape!

Korekiyo: Kukuku I look forward to watching you all fight though this situation.  This is why humans are the best.

Kiibo: That's not very reassuring..

Kokichi: What would a robot have to be worried about anyway? You can’t really die you know?

Kiibo: T-that's discrimination!

Kokichi: Is it?  Who knows, you could be work with or for the mastermind~.

Kiibo: Please stop!

Tsumugi: A-any way, I still can believe that Monokuma actually exists!  I thought he was an urban-legend.

Ryoma: Would that also mean the urban-legend about the tragedy happening 25 years ago be true as well?

Himiko: Urban-legend? About what? Isn’t Monokuma just a robotic stuffed bear?

Gonta: Gonta hasn’t heard of Monokuma.  Please tell us!

Tsumugi: Well, were to start.  A long time ago, it was said that a group of sisters called the Despair Sisters helped bring the downfall of mankind.  Their names where Mukuro Ikusaba, and Junko Enoshima. Junko was the main ringleader and created a following called the SHSL Despairs.  Then an unlikely person stopped their plans.  They called that person Makoto Naegi.  He amongst others took part in this killing game similar to others. How ever there after the Defeat of Junko there were still people following her legacy and they continued to spread her teachings.  Soon they were captured and turned good again, or so they say.  After that ordeal the world became peaceful again with the help of the SHSL Hope Makoto Naegi.

Yumeno: Wow that sound so surreal…like something out of a manga, or anime.  No way could that be real.

Tsumugi: I know, that is why we call it an urban-legend.

Gonta: Well that story has to be fake, because the world Gonta remembers has always been peaceful.

Kaito: Sure there have been wars mentioned, but nothing that extreme, that is why we shouldn’t take it too seriously.  I mean even Monokuma being here is surreal enough.

Ryoma: Then do you think that it is someone playing a prank on us?  Using that urban-legend to create that suspicion in us?

Rantarou: It could defiantly be a possibility.

Kokichi: Well if this is a pranks I’m not happy one bit! I should be the one pulling the pranks!

Kaede: That isn’t something you should say!

Tenko: The way you sound, you're the one most likely to be the mastermind!

Kokichi: Nishishi~ If I was I defiantly wouldn’t give my-self away so easily.

Kirumi: True, but what if that is what you want us to think?

Kokichi: If were talking about suspicious people here, then isn’t Korekiyo suspicious as well?

Korekiyo: If you are suspecting me to the master mind, it would end in a fruitless search.

Himiko:  This is all so confusing.  Can’t we all just sleep now? I’m getting tired.

Kaito: Already!? Isn’t that too fast?

Kaede: I think that's a good idea, but first lets search this place and see if we can also find a place to sleep.  If we do that, we should be able to find a way out of this place. We won’t need to play that stupid game that Monokuma is making us play!

Shuichi: I agree, we should search the area and if anyone finds something that might be a clue let all of us know and we will meet up in that area.

Ryoma: Hmph, well said, I’ll help out were I can.

Miu: Then what are we waiting for lets search!  My genius is going to rot if we just keep standing here!

 With that everyone dispersed to examine the area.  While I was searching the school ground I saw the Mechs guarding different areas of the school.  As I found out the building we were in was just a part of an even bigger building. During my search my mind wandered back to the conversation we had in the gym.  That had to be an urban-legend right? But doubt soon clouded my thoughts.  If it wasn’t then why was the world that I remember so peaceful?  If we were missing then the authorities would surly find it strange that 16 high school kids missing would be a problem.  It would be all over the media.  Surly there are people already on their way to help us.  Right?  It had to be a prank. At that moment I heard a voice yelling to have everyone meet outside the school. I found myself rushing toward the entrance.  Then when I stepped out of the school, I was greeted by a bright light.  It took awhile for my eyes to readjust to the sunlight, and there my eyes meet with an unbelievable sight. I gasped.  

 Tenko: A cage?

Kaito: Why are we stuck inside a cage?

Kiibo: It seems that this is what is separating us from the outside world.

Himiko: I must be having the weirdest dream.

Angie: Then is must be an illusion created by God.

Kiibo: Please don’t bring up such un scientific things.

 Cage.  A cage. We were suck inside a giant cage. My mind stopped for a bit. There’s no way right, right?  This day just kept getting weirder and weirder. After we got over the fact we were in a cage we continued to search the outside.  The things we found including inside the main building were our dorms, that conveniently had our name plates on them, the cafeteria, a big warehouse, classrooms, the gym, and sets of weird doors that each had a different design on them. Outside there was a courtyard, a fountain, and a garage looking area.  Over all this place was huge, and it was starting to become sunset.  We had all agreed prior that we would meet in the cafeteria before heading off to our dorms, and discuss what we had found at the moment.  After we talked about our finding, we agreed again that we would meet there in the morning, and discuss more on how we were going to get out of this school.

 After heading into my dorm, I flopped on the bed exhausted by the day we had.  It was so surreal, like it was all just a dream.  I pinched myself to make sure, but all I got was a soar face.  Sighed into my pillow.  At least the dorms were decent, I shuddered at the thought of having to sleep in a cold corridor, or classroom on a hard desk.  I was at least thankful for the lodging and quickly gave into sleep, letting the darkness envelop me as my mind drifted of into nothingness.

 Day 1 end.

I was in a writing mood and had some time, so I got this done.  Following parts will come out slower.

[lepus-the-bun]

Just some talks (It’s a bit long...)

BOOM, I swore I’d do more stories before this, but... I kinda wanna do another OOC talk thing. By all means, feel free to ignore this, I’ll have my talks hidden behind a view more, and if you do wanna read cool! If you wanna discuss? Also cool! It’ll be less heavy than last time though... But uh, it may be discussing personal theological beliefs, so if that’s not your cup of tea, no problem!

So, I’ve struggled for a long time in my life, on a certain point that -many- struggle with... mainly, ‘faith’. I was born Roman Catholic, went to a Roman Catholic middle school, and even got my Confirmation. (For those who may not know Confirmation, it’s essentually ending your time as a child, and declaring yourself fully for your faith, and is the third of three Sacraments of Initiation into the church) I’ve even taken the time when I was in Italy, to go to the Vatican, which took -hours- of waiting to do, and plenty of angry italians mad I did not speak italian. (Woopsies)

So, for the longest time I was surrounded fully by those of my faith, and really... I never once was told to ‘shut up and accept it’, and could ask questions like ‘why do bad things happen to good people’ and the like freely. When I went into highschool, I moved from the private catholic school, to a public school... It went, well, less than stellar at first. I was used to classes the size of 10-12 people and now had a freshman class of close to 1-2k. 

But things work out, and eventually I started hanging out with the more punk/goth groups... And hell, they were great friends by all means. They were also my first insight into the culture of the younger generation that was rebelling -against- organized religion, and the talks of atheism. It began to strike chords with me, and I strayed away... I’d often begin denying any hold in my faith, and making jokes about it. 

Was it the worst thing in the world? Nah. Hardly the worst thing by any measure, as I had stopped going to church, and just held an apathy to it all. Well, eventually, I joined the Navy, and during bootcamp it’d be said “There’s never a atheist recruit” because it was one of the ONLY ways to get out of the instructors sights on sunday, and the masses were far from the most boring things. 

Eventually, I signed on to attend a ‘faith workship’, deciding it’d give me some extra time off, and hey I do like discussing theology. Hell, I even felt a little desire to want to renew that ‘faith’ I had been neglecting. This... This was the first time, I had ever come face to face with someone whom condemned every non-christian to hell, and was not a parody I had always thought was unjust. 

... I was also the only person attending. So holy -fuuuuuuuck- was it awkward. I just smiled, gave a nod or two, and watched the clock fearfully. After that? Hell, I was ashamed for awhile to even say I was christian. Well, fast forward a few years, and I have a WoW addiction. Shocker. Well, the guild I was in was a great introduction to groups with alternative lifestyles to my own... I met and talked to my first transgender individual there, (Female to Male) met poly amorous couples, and plenty others. 

It was... Great. I -loved- to hear their stories, I loved to learn about them and their struggles, their triumphs, everything. But, a year or so passed, and the old guild leader left, along with a few others and... Things changed. Every day, I’d listen to jokes mocking christians, which you know I don’t mind. Hell, I enjoy my jokes -healthily-. But... These weren’t the funny ‘haha everyone chuckle’, and more the “HAHA LOOK AT THESE FUCKING BACKWARDS IDIOTS”. Which... Began to grate upon me. 

Eventually, Catholicism became the focus, and every other day I’d hear talk about how Catholics were all racist/homophobic. Eventually, I spoke out and explained my heritage, and told them the comments offended me because now, it felt like my history, and my family were being shamed for things we are not. The first response I got was... Was bittersweet.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were Catholic, you’re way too accepting.”

It was either a perfect backhanded compliment, or just a simple slip of the tongue, but it hurt all the same. A couple weeks later, I was politely asked to leave the guild, and went my separate way. It felt... Weird.

Now... I ask a lot of questions to my life. I listen to as much philosophy as I can, study other religions, and ask -questions- constantly. For a couple years, I’ve just compiled my thoughts, and struggled with those big questions...

Is there a god? And if there is, what kind of person are they?

Hard questions... Seriously hard questions, that get even more complicated when I look at scripture, and compare it to my own life and experienced... And in the end, I can’t hand anyone a scrap of ‘proof’ to my faith. I cannot give myself a solid, ‘god came down and handed me a piece of paper saying yo dog i’m real’ or even a ‘totally a miracle’ moment. 

So... Do I believe there is a god? 

... Yeah. I do. Maybe it’s all because of how I was raised, or just me being ‘weird’ to some people, but I cannot tell myself certainly there is no god, even with an absence of proof.  

Do I believe that god sculpted the world, and that everything in the bible is one hundred percent fact?

No. While, the bible has plenty of truth to it, and maybe one day long ago, every word was god’s word... It has been written by man for thousands of years, and man is a flawed creature. The bible has it’s good bits, and it’s bad bits... And I don’t believe, that was have to subscribe 100% to both the good and bad. I don’t believe, that because the bible says ‘love thy neighbor’, that I must therefore believe ‘man shall not lay with another man’ etc etc. 

So... What is God to me? Someone whom makes the claim of being Christian?

... I can’t imagine what god is. I cannot tell you if it is man, or woman, or any of the like. I cannot tell you what they believe, or what plans etc they have... Because I cannot fathom what a god would imagine. I cannot even know if they are flawed truly, or if that is the thoughts of man.

(WAIT YOU JUST FUCKING DODGED THE QUESTION YOU ASKED YOURSELF! WHAT IS GOD TO YOU?!)

Touche, caught me. God, to me... Is a loving Mother. A parent whom watches over us, and loves us. That warmth in your chest when you help someone? I feel that’s their love, their little praise for doing good. I -don’t- believe personally, that god is someone whom you just pay the lip service to. I also don’t believe that god hates anyone for who they love, or even if they are from a different religion. 

So to me, god is the goodness in man, short and simple.

Long post just to get to that eh? Well... No. I’m not stopping right there because... I’ve come to grow tired, of being told religion is the source of all problems, or conversely, that people being atheist is so terrible.

I’ve been called a faggot, for loving a Transgender Woman, by people whom make claims to being both great christians, and those whom treat christians like shit. I’ve seen the -dumbest- most ignorant -shit- happen on both extremes, and it’s not okay. Please, as deaf as this may be to some, but if you have questions about a person’s religion, or lack there of... Don’t go into it armed for a fight. 

Don’t ask someone to prove definitively that god exists, and don’t tell someone they’ll burn in hell if they don’t ‘save themselves spiritually’. That, is the talk that divides us, and stifles personal introspection, and understanding. So if you want to discuss religion etc with someone? Ask them, just like you’d ask a question if someone had a foreign culture. I.E. You wouldn’t go up to an German and go “WOW YOU HAVE OCTOBERFEST? WHY DO YOU DO SUCH WEIRD THINGS?” And if you’re asked... Don’t be offended, because they are curious, answer them. Denying an answer and being defensive, will only isolate yourself.

So. TLDR?

Treat each other, as you yourself would want to be treated.

And like I said, if folks have questions or want to say something? Feel free. :)