#psycho pass radio

[thelovelypoems]

Today the psycho pass radio hosted by kougami and Ginoza Va's aired today with Akane's Va.

When i clicked on the link on twitter and took me to the japanese site, my homepage thankfully translated the page. Ot said that today episode is free and features a guest. It said that past aired episode were premuim(so I assume not free) and some feature guest some not. The radio show air every 2nd friday monthly. I don't understand japanese. But they seem to have a fun time. I hear them mention providence and Saiga sensei at time. I even hear them mention about Ko eating hamburgers and possibly took Akane to eat onigiri riceballs. Then they mention about eating cooking eel. Bit the eat part sounded like the Va's liking eel and then saying characters would only eat it if they cook it at each other house since they don't like synthetic fish. Here the link below that I got off Twitter to play the radio show.

【WEBラジオ】「復活！PSYCHO-PASSラジオ 公安局刑事課24時」#12 の配信開始！

今回は常守朱役の #花澤香菜 さんがゲストで登場！

長い間の隔離から時を経て、ついに3人が同じ空間に…！

あの頃は若かった…みんな年をとりました。いろいろと。。

onsen.ag/program/pp24

#pp_anime #pp_10th

[charred-rice]

Hinakawa and his sister

[radioisntdead]

Good evening folks! Thank you tuning in!

I'm supposed to be finishing up a request right now but It's six am, I was missing my dog and this popped in my brain, Alastor who hates dogs and a reader who has one

and I can NOT write anything else until I get this out of my brain, I may be projecting a little bit here.

Alastor x reader with a dog headcanons + a drabble thing? in the middle [Romantic]

Warnings!

Brief mention of your dog passing on [it's implied from old age]

all dogs go to heaven but yours wanted to stay with you even if you ended up down below, Alastor being mean to dogs, also once again Alastor may be OOC or leaning into fanon, Apologies for any grammar mistakes!

Okay so it's pretty well known that Alastor doesn't like dogs because they were involved during his death [I think, I can't remember if that's canon or fanon but we're keeping it for this]

I don't think he's scared of them, he just thinks they're one of the worst things created, especially the hellborn ones, not hellhounds [to be fair he probably hates them too]

You know the dogs that fizzarolli has in Helluva boss? The tweaked out lookin' ones? Yeah Alastor hates em' if he saw one on the street he either moves away from em', moves them aside with his staff while giving the owners the stink eye, he doesn't go out of his way to do anything to them usually.

Point is dude doesn't like dogs and if he can help it doesn't interact with them, and I see him more as a cat person CURSED CAT ALASTOR

Unfortunately for him he somehow gained romantic intent for someone who ADORES their funky lil' dog.

You have no idea why your dog was in hell with you, they weren't a bad dog, they were a good one! The very best on fact!

Sure they had tried to murder your best friend by trying to suffocate em' in their sleep, several times, but they were a dog, a sweetheart and they knocked off the murderous intent if you gave em' a snack plus if anyone knew anything was that all pets, Dog, cat, raccoon, hamster they all went to heaven! So you had no idea why your lil' buddy was in eternal damnation with you!

You died so close together, it was maybe a month or so from their passing to yours, you couldn't wait to see your lil' elderly buddy again but you didn't think it'd be so soon! You still had a life to live and you knew that they'd want you to live on!

You woke up in hell alot nicer then other folks, with your dog sitting on your chest licking you awake,

A golden ring around their furry neck, they looked a little different then they did when they were alive with you, but you knew that this was your dog, there was just that feeling when you looked in their eyes.

Maybe everything wouldn't be too bad with them here, You could get through with them by your side after all.

It was hard the first few years but you managed, getting used to the chaos around, finding a decent job and having to carry around a weapon just in case some psycho decided they wanted to kill you that day, and respawning was a whole hassle and you had your lil' buddy waiting for you at home!

You got a Job at a local diner near your apartment complex, your manager sucked, as did some of your coworkers but the pay was decent and you got along well enough with the coworkers that didn't suck plus you got to take home meals and share with your lil' buddy, They didn't particularly like the hell dog food so it was a fair way to feed em' without breaking the bank

You had met Alastor there somehow, it was fuzzy in your memory, you think he came in for coffee or maybe it was to make a deal with some poor unfortunate soul, all you remember is that you had managed to catch the Radio's demon eye,

Looking back you were pretty sure he was trying to get your soul only for the two of you to end up courting.

You had neglected to tell him about your lil buddy until he came to your apartment for the first time, after maybe the fourth date for coffee,

it wasn't quite his style but it was nice, and he particularly liked the vintage radio that stood on your kitchen counter, he was having a pleasant time chatting with you before you went into the kitchen to make the two of you some coffee and some snacks, as you went into the kitchen he looked around your living room his smile straining slightly as he found a dog staring at him with the rage of twenty-five grown men, Alastor simply turned to the kitchen where you were making a charcuterie board for the two of you

"My dear, I fear you have a rat problem,"

Alastor said gesturing at your lil' buddy who continued staring at him, the murderous intent of 'who is this man and why is it in my home?' was clear

You looked up from your charcuterie board confused until you see your lil' buddy death glaring Alastor

"Pardon? What do you- Oh! Yeah that's my lil' buddy, I'm sure I mentioned them once or twice, don't mind em' they're mostly harmless."

"Ah."

And from there came a rivalry, Alastor came to your apartment? That lovely lil' pooch of yours would sit between you on the couch, Alastor would move them away with his staff thingy,

He wanted to dance with you with soft jazz playing in the background? Your lil' buddy lacking fear was running between your legs trying to grab your attention, only for it to backfire when you tripped and Alastor catched you effectively taking your attention

He straight up mocks your dog, your lil' buddy is too short to get on the couch? Bully time, doesn't matter how big your dog is they're getting called a rat, rodent or a mutt by Alastor, if your lil' buddy earned their wings they're getting called a winged rat,

I imagine he's probably more tolerant towards smaller breeds like Corgi's or Pomeranians for example and less inclined towards dogs typically breed for hunting.

He asked once if your willing to re-home the lil' buddy, and you probably almost stabbed him because the audacity of this man?

Definitely was a rough patch in the relationship.

He gets a lil' nervous now when your holding very very sharp knives outside of the kitchen and upset

Your lil' buddy definitely tries to bite off Alastor's ankles.

Later on in the relationship let's say when you and Alastor wed, your dog is your best man, maid of honor, flower girl, ring bearer whatever it's one of those and Alastor has to put up with it,

Rosie likes to tease about how Alastor gave your lil' buddy the stink eye as they waddled behind you as you walked around during your wedding activities,

Alastor specifically had Husk hold them during your dance, and the majority of your wedding after,

Husk thankfully was spared from the rage of your lil' buddy by giving them some of whatever dinner was served.

Now let's move on to house life once y'all are moved in and everything.

Alastor does NOT want them on the bed, he'd rather they be in a whole different room but if you truly desire it aka if it's the hill your willing to die on

He'll invest in a dog bed, or crate, and you can put it in the corner, FAR from the bed you share,

If Alastor falls asleep with you and your lil' buddy is in the room,

They are out for BLOOD, Alastor's in particular if he doesn't wake up immediately he will wake up with a dog on his face,

He can't do anything to harm the dog with you nearby but he can kick them out of the room, or pop's em' into doggy prison he locks them out of your shared room

He does somewhat agree to a truce with your lil' buddy after a few years

Alastor would take the lil' buddy on walks and make sure they stay safe and not attacked by any sinner with a death wish, after all you would probably go on a revenge filled bender and while he'd adore to see it because you know he's a murderous radio demon who likes despair,

he'd rather you not be upset over losing your beloved pet even if he thinks they're a disgrace.

Maybe if he's in a good mood he'll toss a piece of venison to your lil' buddy, and your lil' buddy would not try to smother Alastor in his sleep, or trip the two of you dancing as often as they did before.

Now when Alastor just dipped for 7 years your lil' buddy missed him,

For about three days at most

Your lil' buddy was happy to have ALL of your attention again and they got to sleep in the human bed! And had full reign of the house.

They held very little loyalty to Alastor.

And for good reason!

They were very displeased when the two of you moved to the Hazbin hotel and they spotted Alastor just smiling there, like he didn't just leave for seven years, the audacity!

Let's hope you have a quick reaction time because your gonna have to stop your lil' buddy from chompin' off Alastor's ankles, because how dare he vanished for seven years? Who does he think he is?!

You and Angel dust probably bond over Fat nuggets and your lil' buddy, a very small Pet parent club was formed, Charlie's in it.

Vaggie was probably a lil' concerned about the fact that your dog has a whole adjusted halo as a collar but that's the least concerning thing in the hotel.

If your lil' buddy is big enough Niffty rides em' like a horse,

She has to be watched when she does so.

If you like to dress up your lil' buddy dress em' up as Alastor and he is either flattered by it or your pet is getting a outfit change immediately,

you and Angel have your lil' buddy and Fat nuggets dress up in different outfits sometimes matching if they get along well!

Imagine if we bring cursed cat Alastor into it, I can see it doing two ways

Either Cursed cat Alastor is 100% worse, like Alastor doesn't like your dog but he's not actively trying to eliminate them like Cursed cat Alastor is, radio noises and growls can be heard if you don't separate them, like they are both getting injured, both have murderous intent and just feral time, it is NOT fun.

OR

They team up, Alastor is just trying to eat his deer carcass? Not anymore they are double teaming to steal his breakfast, cursed cat Alastor just appears and starts vibrating while your lil' buddy is trying to drag the carcass off the table,

It never works and often ends with the both of them getting picked up by the scruff's of their necks and getting unleashed outside to wreck havoc on the others unless you find them first.

Thank you for tuning in and reading folks! Reader's lil' buddy is heavily inspired by my own dearly departed dog

hence the murderous intent your lil' buddy has and the tried to kill your best friend bit at the beginning

Also a little tidbit I was thinking was that your lil' buddy was your guardian angel for the time until you passed and then they just followed you down, their lil' doggy halo slipping from their head to around their neck like a really flexible collar, and the earned their wings comment, Alrighty goodnight folks!

[smokingasters]

PP Novels Resources (for my fellow deranged fans)

As a deranged PP fan, who was starving for dopamine I discovered some novel sources for the characters we all love! All novels/summary is in Russian (can be easily translated to English through Google Translation of the website. Use a VPN if the sites do not load)

If ya'll love the OG cast (Season 1), this is for you! I'm merely linking to the websites for your reading pleasure. I will try to link the ones that are complete, more under the cut.

*All due thanks to the dedicated translators who keep the fandom going* Psycho-Pass Zero

(Tumblr: Novel Translation *pending but I recommend reading this before the radio drama for plot coherence*) (Live Journal: Radio Drama Translation *complete*)

Content warning: Plastination case + Makishima is enough warning Timeline: Prequel to the Psycho-Pass S1 Kogami and Sasayama's bromance/outlines the gruesome murders in the Specimen case/follows the story of Touma Kozaburo and his obsession with Touko. Baby Kogami is so precious. Mitsuru Sasayama is the man, the legend. *sobs* Masaoka's whiskey persists + Ginoza the worrier.

Psycho-Pass Asylum: About A Girl (Live Journal: Detailed Summary *complete*) (Suggested Supplement: Yayoi/Shion Tidbits from PP Novel + Aoyanagi and Kozuki disaster)

Content warning: brutality against women, !pregnancy, !cultism, !infanticide. I'm not kidding when I mean it's brutal. Timeline: Post S1 with some flashbacks. Yayoi and Shion's relationship is the main focus. They investigate a case where pregnant minors are being sacrificed by a cult. Entirely from Yayoi's perspective, has many details about her past and how she and Shion feel about Division 1. I would encourage you to read this if you want a feminine/female perspective of the PP verse. Underlying themes of creativity, sex, romance, and hope + vital issues with the Sybil System. I added the supplement because it covers a bit more about Yayoi and Shion + explores the canon romantic relationships, I believe it is a good study of how PP handles canon relationships.

Psycho-Pass Asylum: Restaurant de Campagne Kagari Shuusei

(Live Journal: Detailed Summary *complete*)

Content warning: None, really. This one is quite wholesome as PP can be except for Sybil's shenanigans. Timeline: Prequel to S1 (Flashback) Kagari and Div 1 + 2 investigate a series of gastronomic malfunctions in Sybil's food preparation system caused by a criminal called 'Harlequin'. It involves a "natural food" supply company called Gusto and a restaurant owner. The novel explores Kagari's interest in cuisines and the impact of food in the PP world. Kagari's perspective is quite refreshing and light, compared to the complexity in other novels.

Psycho-Pass Asylum: Separation Ginoza Nobuchika (Live Journal: Detailed Summary *complete*)

Content warning: animal!cruelty, child!abuse, dogs. This one is a tearjerker. Timeline: Prequel to S1 + post S1 Inspector Ginoza, Kogami, and Sasayama investigate a case of rehabilitated animals/pets that are increasing the stress levels of Okutama, a remote place in the mountains. These pets were reintroduced and have gone feral. A doctor named Miyake was responsible for the reintroduction. Ginoza's calm yet poetic and wistful perspective is quite grounding. There's a sense of loss through this story, the theme of separation, and dogs being man's best friends. Any puns that made you think of Kogami are valid.

Psycho-Pass Asylum: Mungungwha Choe-Gu-Sung

(Live Journal: Detailed Summary *partial translation*)

Content warning: !torture, !mutilation, !castration, graphic, mentions of NK-orea. It's quite disturbing and angsty. MAJOR tearjerker. Timeline: Pre-S1 + follows the plot of S1. This follows the story of Choe-Gu Sung, Makishma's accomplice, and his entry and activities in Japan. Explores family life with his younger sister Suseon and his friend Guynthae. It covers a major portion of his backstory in N-K and his eventual friendship with Makishima. If you felt nothing for this guy in S1, believe me, you will be sobbing through this one. He deserved a better ending ftw.

That's all. If I find anything else, I'll add it in another post. Enjoy delving into the world of Psycho-Pass in-depth, and don't forget the words said by a certain Enforcer:

When it's all over, you can cry as much as you like.

[fantasyandromancelover]

Aaron’s Monologue

Aaron: There are three things you can be that will make life harder for you: A sinner demon, a hellborn demon, and a teenager. But do you know what you can be that makes life ten times harder than that?! Being all three! Which unfortunately is what I am. But let’s start at the beginning…

About maybe twenty or fifteen years ago, I don’t know, time passes differently down here. The radio demon a.k.a Dad, the most ruthless, deadly, and psychotic sinner to have ever existed and the surprisingly, sweet, angelic, hell-born, princess of hell a.k.a Mom, formed a partnership in establishing the Hazbin Hotel for redemption. (And seriously Dad? Hazbin? What, is trolling like your hobby or something?)

Anyway, at first it was strictly platonic, mainly because Mom had a good head on her shoulders and Dad…Well he was a few therapy sessions short of sanity. Not to mention hell born royalty was strictly forbidden to mix their “pure blood”, (Pure blood, right) with what my grandpa would occasionally refer to as “mutts.”

But Mom had a good heart and Dad did have a soft side to him, and they were both theater freaks so next thing you know they’re spending a lot of time together and developing crushes and getting real deep, and fighting the urge to act on their feelings (Soap opera shit. How those are popular, I’ll never understand)

Eventually though they fell in love and decided that they were soulmates. But Grandpa was psycho about the whole not-mixing thing so Dad and Mom had to elope and keep their marriage secret. And for about a year they managed to pull it off, but then the unholy stork paid them a visit. Now I know what you’re probably thinking, how the hell could a sinner conceive?

Well…(And oh God this is so gross) Dad had been holding off getting intimate with Mom until they were married because he was very, very, very inexperienced. And he was a little afraid that he wouldn’t be able to…(Ewww) get it up. So my Uncle Angel got him a special aphrodisiac that is supposed to revive one’s…Ahem…”Special Organ” to its younger and more lively state.

Dad injected that into him every time he went to bed with Mom and it worked, but Uncle Angel had neglected to warn my father about a certain side effect in which that the aphrodisiac could also revive sperm count. And thus I came to be in my mother’s belly and my parents’s secret marriage was out. Of course Mom was overjoyed, Dad was freaked, and Grandpa was pissed but what can you do? Nature had taken its course.

So here I am now. Half sinner, half hellborn, the son of a radio maniac and a demonic princess, raised in a hotel full of lunatics, and going through puberty. You think Hell is bad? Welcome to my world.

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 02/03/2024

One-Winged DJ

Season 7 Featured on: The Year of Grand Dad Sound Selection [Side A]

Ripped by duuzu, digboye, COCONABE, l4ureleye, Netyasha Roozi, Jiko Music Performed by Chase Beck

You may have noticed that I try to keep an air of suspense when doing posts on the King for Another Day tournament such as Thank You, Everybody!. That is, of course, to not spoil the victor of Season 4 Episode 1's year-defining event - but at this point, it's a bit of a fruitless endeavor to try and uphold. Because DJ Professor K's victory celebrations haven't just been contained to his awarded day-long takeover during Season 4 Episode 2 - the takeover that gave us incredible rips like AIN'T NOTHIN' LIKE A CHUNKY BEAT, 88811, Ska Cha Cha (Rotten Mix) at an absolute breakneck pace during the SiIvaSummer All-Star Festival. Because during that takeover, a new flame was kindled - a flame by the name of Jet Set Radio Evolution.

Hideki Naganuma's style of sample-filled funk music is DJ Professor K's headlining ripping source, the one most closely associated with the game that the character originates from. Yet its a style that can be expressed in so many ways, not needing to be derivative of any prior existing songs from the two Jet Set Radio games - September, for instance, is able to sound authentically Naganuma-esque whilst being built off of a song as far away from his style as possible. Jet Set Radio Evolution, then, is an entirely made-up game - its name and logo deriving from a declined proof-of-concept, but its "soundtrack" completely made up by the SiIvaGunner team. This is far from the first fake game on the channel, and not the first one to be done without much of a shred of irony (Kirby Rip Attack is due for coverage on here) - but, notably, its a fake game born specifically to keep DJ Professor K's impact on the channel alive in the Seasons past his takeover. And, well, it took a few Seasons, but during Season 7, the team started going truly ham in utilizing its true potential.

There are a number of these Jet Set Radio Evolution rips I want to cover on here, both ones from DJ Professor K's takeover and from its revitalized usage during Season 7 - but to me, it was One-Winged DJ that really showed just how much flexibility rippers have with Naganuma's style of music. One-Winged Angel has long been seen as a sort of legendary track to rip due just how extensive of a song it is, a song that has a distinctly menacing feel to it that I can't imagine is easy to translate into a rip. Rips like One Winged PSYcho - V​.​S. Sepsyrop feel like absolutely herculean endeavors, and during Season 7 in particular we saw an absolute tidal wave of rips using it, as if it were just any other meme source in the channel's backlog and not this legendary 7-minute long work of art. Hen'yoku no Piraman was the first of these I covered, and while One-Winged DJ is likely far from the last, it still manages to feel like it sticks out from the crowd in just how dense of a sound it has - likely a result of how many people contributed to its creation.

There's the obvious highlight, of course: Chase Beck, the voice of DJ Professor K himself, returns to the role with new lines to supplement the original choir in latin of the original song, and it immediately gives the rip a charm to it, especially all these years after the original event and after Chase Beck's last "needed" performance as the character had long since passed. Before that even gets to kick in, though, its hard not to notice just how many different parts of Jet Set Radio's soundtracks are utilized right from the beginning: a bassline and voicelines echoing That's Enough, samples and pacing from Sneakman, the interlude's melody broken by the noise and chaos of The Concept of Love, and all throughout using small little sound effects and one-second samples from all over the games' soundscapes.

This is the kind of rip I could sit here and dissect for pages on end, yet I believe the point has been made abundantly clear already. In a Season already FILLED with celebration of every part of SiIvaGunner's life, One-Winged DJ is an absolute flex of a celebration, reminding us all of why DJ Professor K truly earned his win whilst showing just how much there is to still be done within the ever-appealing Naganuma style. I'm beyond proud of the rippers involved in how this rip turned out, and hope that the Jet Set Radio Evolution rips continue to impress into Season 8.

[half-oz-eddie]

The Widowmaker (Serial Killer! Billy Hargrove)

Warning for slightly graphic content

They call him the Widowmaker. He only kills a very specific demographic. Remarried fathers, particularly over the age of 30. He has traveled to 15 different states, and killed over 20 different men, leaving wives without husbands, turning them all into widows. He usually spends a few weeks in each town, stalking his mark, before killing them all the exact same way.

He strangled them with a belt. The same belt his father used to beat him with. Then he carves PUSSY across their forehead with his earring.

He never stays in any of the towns long, and always does all of his transactions with a fake ID. He could be John from Kansas, Andrew from Colorado, Brian from Maine, but he was never Billy. Billy was left behind in California a long time ago. His father had beaten Billy out of him.

He thought he was never going to be Billy again. Only The Widowmaker. He got a thrill from destroying families. Sometimes he’d spy on the child that clung to the stepmother, or their real mother, proud of himself for doing what he thought was saving a child from a broken family.

Billy enjoyed listening to stories about his killings on the radio, and warning fathers still happily married to the mothers of their children to “watch out, there’s a psycho on the loose.” They would thank him, and tell John, or Dave, or Adam to drive safely.

When Billy was passing through Indiana, there was a terrible storm. The storm caused him to lose control of his vehicle and hit a tree in the outskirts of a small town.

This tree was part of someone’s property. The property owner quickly came to his aid, helping him out of his vehicle, and into their house.

Billy didn’t like to be helped. He didn’t like to be worried about, but passing through a small town will subject you to that tight-knit sense of community. This man brought him, a stranger, a killer, into his home, offered him ice and bandages, and even a cup of coffee.

“We only have one mechanic in town, so you’ll need somewhere to stay until your car’s fixed. I have some extra beds here.”

“Thanks. You live here alone?”

“No. I have a son. His mom and I divorced and it’s my weekend to spend time with him.”

Steve was almost his type—almost. He hasn’t remarried, and he wasn’t 30 just yet. What was Billy going to do?

“You haven’t touched your coffee at all. You a beer guy, maybe?” Steve continued. “I’ve got a few cans in the fridge. Help yourself” he offered.

“Thanks.” Billy accepted.

“I’m Steve by the way. Steve Harrington.”

“You got a nice house here, Harrington. I’m—“

Who was he going to be? John? Adam? Mark? Dave? Pete?

“I’m Billy.” He shook his hand. “Billy Hargrove.”

He decided not to kill him after all.

Part 2 ->

[uglypastels]

Headlights // Eddie Munson

Summary: Hawkins has seen it all; communist conspiracies, government cover-ups, fires, pests... but can it deal with a killer on the loose? 

word count: 1.5k

Warnings: dark fic. Cursing. Blood. Knife violence. Death. Suspense.

"Mmm... corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig's blood in Carrie...

Now, don't you go blame the movies. Movies don’t create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative..."

– Billy Loomis (Scream, 1996)

Another day had gone by. He drove down the dark forest lanes. Back home where a microwaveable meal was awaiting him. It had been a day that he could call normal. A lot of patrolling, looking out for nothing, scaring away rascals and punks from the alleys behind Main Street. 

Officer Phil Callahan had spent five of his years at the Hawkins police department, and with each day passing, he thought he had seen it all: Communist conspiracies, government cover-ups, fires, pests, freak murders… his soul had had enough. It was far from the promised neighbourly disputes and lost cats he had expected when joining the force. For crying out loud, things like that should not be happening in Hawkins. 

Still, those things went away, and life seemed to go back to normal, letting the next nightmare creep up on him and the rest of his town slowly. So, he never got used to it, no matter how hard something hit him. 

And this time, it hit hard. 

Callahan slammed on the breaks, and the wheels screeched against the asphalt. He pushed back his glasses over the bridge of his nose as he let his back rest against his leather seat. His heart was racing, and his fists seemed to have locked into place over the steering wheel. His eyes were ready to bulge out of their sockets as he stared at what stood ahead of him, only a few feet away from the bumper of his car. 

She looked just as scared as he did, not that it helped the situation in any way. The way she had run across the street had only given Phil a second to react, but nothing he could have done at the speed of his driving would have reached the level of what had already occurred. 

The girl stumbled across the last few paces to the car driver's side. She had reached it just in time before her legs started to give out, and so she reached out for the door handle instead smashing her palm over the window. As she fell, a dark smear of blood streaked the glass. 

Callahan cursed to himself with a whimper. He had seen the state of her from afar but had assumed, hoped, she had simply fallen. Perhaps a landslide took her down a hill, and dirt had darkened her light sweater. 

He fumbled with the door and managed to get out of the car without hitting her body. 

'Hey, hey, hey,' he tried to look her over, find where the blood had come from, 'can you hear me?' 

'Help,' she mustered out. 'He's still – help me.' 

'Yes, I'm here to help you. I'm officer Callahan, with Hawkins PD; I can help you.' He tried to keep her attention; the car's front lights gave him just enough to see her face. Unfortunately, what once was clearly radiating skin was now fading. Her eyes were bloodshot, mouth smudged red, but not lipstick. She was shaking with each heavy breath she managed to take. As she sputtered out some non-coherent words, Callahan leaned back into the car for his radio. Surely, Hopper was still at the station, maybe Flo. 

'Please,' she screamed out in pain, tears mixing in with the blood. Phil was trying to fight the panic that was overcoming him because, shit, isn't this exactly what you trained for? These kinds of fucking emergencies. 

'He's still there–' she cried, 'Help.' 

'Who is?' Someone else had been with her; someone else was hurt. But no more came from the girl. She had just enough life to take Callahan by the sleeve and pull him to her. Her lips formed a weak plea, but the word never managed to come out. The back of her head hit the cement as her empty eyes stared out ahead at the night sky. 

The curses flowed out of Callahan's mouth as he tried to radio the station. Code after code followed, but the numbers were blurring in his mind. He had no idea what was happening. And the idea of someone else being out there, possibly just as hurt as the girl– 

He had finally received a response from the police station, and knowing that the little help that could come was on the way, Phil Callahan grabbed the torchlight he had packed in the glove compartment box and started walking. He still did not feel right to leave her lying there, but if anyone else was out there in those woods, they might also be in need of help, and quickly too.

He wasn't sure where the girl had come from, as she had just kind of… appeared in front of him, but there was an opening between the sideroad shrubbery, and he noticed the specks of blood, and thus, that is where he went. 

'Hello?' he called out into the dark, 'anybody out there?' He hoped his shaking voice was covered up enough by the volume. 

The dead leaves crunched underneath his boots. The wind blew through the trees, and so, Callahan barely had heard it at first. 

Groaning, deep and painful. 

'Hello?' The officer turned around, trying to identify where the voice was coming from. Then, keeping his ear out for the sounds to return, he kept on walking. 

And it was only a few more feet before he heard it again, much closer as well. And then they spoke. 

'Here!' They had wanted to shout, but the weak croak was all that the person could push out of his throat. But it was also enough for Callahan to locate. A ditch in the ground had covered them up, but with the light of his torch, he saw the shape of a man's body just fine, especially with more groans, now mixed in with coughs. 

The police officer recognised him immediately: notorious Eddie Munson. The number of times the kid had shown up in handcuffs at the station for his petty crimes had almost made it seem like he enjoyed it. The big mischievous grin on his face would indicate that, at least. But now, as Phil Callahan looked down at Eddie, he saw none of that cheerful need for disobedience in the boy. Instead, he saw fear and dread. His long dark hair was matted, wet and stuck to his face. He was clutching his hand to his side, and only then did Callahan notice that Eddie's black shirt wasn't just black– it was glistening red in the moonlight. His jeans, torn on purpose, were also soaked in blood. 

'Were you with the girl?' 

Eddie's tearful eyes blinked, hopeful, 'Yes! Is she-' he coughed, 'is she alright?' Each of his words came out with a spittle of blood, staining his teeth and lips. Phil came somewhat closer. 

'Yes, she's in my car,' he lied for the kid's sake. He had to keep him talking, and if he knew the truth… 'Help is on the way. Can you tell me what happened?' He had walked up to Eddie now, trying to see what exactly his wounds were. The way in which he held his side, right at the ribs, indicated the source of the blood. He pressed onto his own wound harshly. 

Eddie tried to sit up but winced with each move. 'I don't know, man,' he sniffed out, the blood filling his mouth as he cried out his story, 'we were just hanging out at the lake, and suddenly this– this fucking freak came at us with a knife.' 

'A knife?' 

'Yeah man.' Eddie pulled his hand away to show the hole in his shirt, a deep cut right beneath it. He hissed as the immediate lack of pressure made him feel faint as more blood continued to escape him. 'Fucking butcher's knife. He– oh fuck,' he looked up at the sky, stars blurry in his tear-filled eyes. The pain was becoming unbearable. 

'He got me and then stabbed her, and I- I-' he was choking up, with emotions but also physically. The coughing was rough. Callahan tried his best to calm him down. 

'It's alright, Eddie; you're save now, ok? An ambulance is coming soon.' God, he hoped it was. He could not have two dead kids on his conscious. The image of that poor girl, lying there on the street was already too much. He probably shouldn't have left her, but otherwise, who would have known Eddie was down here– 

'I tried to fight him,' Eddie continued heaving steadily, 'that's when he got me in the leg. She could walk, so she– she was going to try and get help, but fuck man, it hurts.' He clutched with all his weakening strength at his side. The blood was still pooling around him. 'I don't want to die, man.' 

'You're not going to die, Eddie. Not on my watch.' Callahan hoped. In the distance, a siren was going off. 'You hear that?'

'Yeah,' Eddie shook his head with tears.

This wasn't how it should have gone. None of it. This wasn't how he had planned it.

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[brilliant-red-eternity]

How do we feel about the handcuffs in Psycho-Pass Providence, Shinkane fans?

Shouldn’t we celebrate that director Shiotani confirmed the handcuffs in a radio interview with Anime Stellar? Kogami and Akane’s left hands are indeed handcuffed in that bridal carry scene in Providence, even if the audience does not immediately notice it! I didn’t listen to Shiotani’s interview myself but I read some comments from Japanese fans. Kogami kills Tonami in front of Akane, that’s why he voluntarily surrenders and lets her arrest him. It is said that he’s finally ready to be judged for his crimes – that is, not by Sibyl but by Akane. I’m screaming!

I wish they had made this detail more obvious in the movie. The arrest seems to be important for the story because it explains why Kogami ends up in the isolation facility. Why not show us a small scene in which a feeble but law-abiding Akane says “you’re under arrest, Kougami-san” and then he helps her to cuff his wrist replying “even so, I believe in you who strives for righteousness”?

If you think about it further, it may also explain why Akane kills chief Kasei and writes in her letter to Kogami that she found the answer thanks to him. Is it because HE would not be fairly judged without the law? That HE has been the real precedent, for years? Am I right, director Shiotani?

But why is Kogami released from the isolation facility after Akane’s incident? I thought his crime coefficient was just below 300? Was he judged by Sibyl or was his case reviewed by a judicial body? Did Akane negotiate? Well, who would have thought that the simple mention of “handcuffs” would raise so many questions?

Kei and Maiko exchange rings in PPP, but Akane and Ko exchange handcuffs. Interesting parallels indeed!

[jillsandwhichs]

valenfield fic , chap 4 , beach day

masterlist

pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

summary: Chris takes Jill on a date to the beach

status of their relationship in this one shot: Dating

wc: 2.2k

type: Sfw

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Wind was blowing into the truck, causing Jill's short brown hair to flow along with it. Her feet were kicked up on the dashboard, wearing some cute sandals that showed off her white painted toe nails.

Music was playing at a low volume through the radio, it was the song 'You know how we do it' by Ice Cube, one of her and Chris's favorite artist.

Chris was driving, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on Jill's thigh. They both enjoyed physical affection, the difference between the two though, was that Chris liked PDA, while Jill did not.

"Did you pack the sunscreen?" Chris asked Jill. Her skin gets sunburnt way to easily. "Yes, you told me like five times to pack it, how could I forget babe?" Jill laughed while sipping her iced tea, the cold beverage making her throat feel clearer than ever.

"Good, good, I love to see that you listen." Chris teased, squeezing her thigh lightly as he turned left on the road, getting closer to their destination. Jill blushed slightly at the feeling of him touching her. Touching her in anyway makes her happy.

Jill placed her can in the cup holder and brought her legs back to the floor of the truck, adjusting her sitting position. "Speaking of what we packed, did you bring my extra clothes? The ones I left at your place?" She asked Chris. "I believe so."

"You believe so? You don't know so?" Jill said, a puzzled look on her cute face. Chris turned from the view of the road, since they were at a red light, and he looked into Jill's eyes before talking. "I know so baby." He snorted and looked back in front of him.

Rolling her eyes, Jill nudged Chris and turned her head towards her side, looking out the window. Cars were passing by at a instant pace, the sound of them zooming on by was loud, considering the windows were done all the way.

Downtown was beautiful around here. It felt very homey and warm, as if everyone in the community knew one another, which was practically the case.

Chris has always preferred the idea of a small town. Jill is quite the opposite, she likes bigger cities and the idea of big areas that have a lot to do. She likes distractions, mostly due to her job.

"Are you gonna swim?" Chris asked, smiling, glancing over at her. "Maybe. I usually just lay on a towel and read at the beach but maybe I'll get in the water, it'd feel great."

"Sounds good." Chris retorted, nodding his head as he continuing driving, only a bit above the speed limit, which is ironic since he works for the force.

The beach and it's parking lot was now in sight. Gravel roads led into it, then the beach was directly north of the lot.

Chris pulled into the parking lot, checking left and right, making sure the area is clear. "The truck is gonna be so hot if this sun keeps it up." Jill said with a groan. "Oh you'll be okay." Chris smirked and took the key out of the ignition, placing it in his shorts.

"Yeah, yeah." She giggled and opened the passenger side door, hopping out of Chris's truck. He also got out, making sure to double lock his truck. It was a nice truck, in a not so safe town, the last thing he wants is some psycho trying to take his vehicle.

Walking back up to the front of the truck, after grabbing their items, Jill placed her hand in Chris's, beginning their journey towards the shining, dark blue water.

The sun shining on the both of them, making their skin glisten, especially Jill's, since she applied sun screen onto her pale, healthy skin.

Reaching the beach, the sand slipped around their feet instantly. "Damn, the sand is hot." Jill winced a bit from the unexpected feeling.

He laughed at Jill's reaction and placed his hand around her shoulder as they walked, "You're beautiful." He sighed softly, continuing to walk with her. "Oh stop it." She looked down, hiding her rosey pink cheeks.

Pointing out a good spot for the two to take over, they got ready to set up camp for the next thirty minutes or so. The two didn't plan to stay for long, still needing to get their own personal errands done for the day.

Laying down the big towel, Chris spread it out as perfectly as he could, so it could fit the two of them. Jill placed his beach bag down on the corner of the material, before sitting down on it.

"Comfy?" "Comfy." Jill replied, using her hand to quickly brush the small grains of sand from her two feet.

Chris sat beside her, laying his head on her shoulder, then leaned back up and began to kiss her shoulder gently. "I love you." Jill said with a happy sigh, as she reached for her book from her straw bag. "I love you." Chris replied lovingly.

She looked directly in front of her, watching the waves clash against one another. "The water does look like it'd cool be down, I'm hotter than you'd even believe." Jill said softly. "I know." Chris said in a cocky tone. Jill looked down at him and flicked him in the forehead.

"Let me read for a little bit, then I'll take a dip, yeah?" Jill said as she layed down on her stomach, opening her book.

"Sounds good honey." Chris said, laying beside her, but he layed on his back.

-

Some time has passed and Jill and Chris were just taking in the sun, occasionally talking about whatever had peaked their interests that day.

Scanning the small fonted words on her book, Jill got fully immersed into the world of it. Jill absolutely adores reading. Chris definitely helps with her reading addiction. He'll often buy her books, he loves her reaction when she is reading the ones he specifically buys for her. It makes him feel like he won.

Staring up at Jill, Chris admired his girlfriend. The way her eyes were so intently focused on her book. Chris finds Jill to be the most beautiful woman in the world. The first day he seen her enter the S.T.A.R.S office, he knew he'd make her his.

"What're you looking at?" Jill placed her book down, looking down at Chris. "You." He chuckled and sat up, standing off of the towel. "I'm heading off to the water, you coming baby?" Chris questioned. "In a little, let me finish my chapter. "Yes ma'am." He retorted, quickly pecking her head then jogging towards the water directly after.

Jill looked up at Chris as he entered the lake, going deeper into the body of water until it covered his chest. He was just chilling in the deep end of the water, letting himself soak up in the sun.

Despite Jill and Chris just recently beginning to date, she couldn't help but admire what she was seeing. His body was to die for and she felt very lucky to have met someone so fit, just like her. It's a deal breaker for her if a man doesn't take care of himself.

She smiled, biting her lip and placed her book down, sitting up on her knees and removing her top to reveal a bikini top. She was wearing a white bikini. Jill used to be very uncomfortable with wearing something so revealing but as she got older, she knows that she's an adult and that it's normal in a public space like this, so she eventually came out of her comfort zone.

"I'm coming." Jill shouted with a giggle, stepping off of the towel and onto the steaming hot sand, speed walking over to the lake, the waves soaring up to hit her ankles.

"That's cold." She whispered to herself, trying to get used to the temperature. "Baby!" Jill shouted, calling out for Chris. Chris turned his head and smiling at the sight of her. "Come here." Chris spoke aloud.

Kicking her feet in the water, Jill looked out at Chris again. "I don't know, it's cold..." Jill sighed, shivering slightly. "Yeah but it's hotter out than it's cold in here, it'll feel nice once you're submerged." Chris spoke gently.

He swam closer to the shore, eventually walking over to her, and standing directly in front of Jill. "C'mon baby." Chris said with a smile, placing his hands on her waist. "Maybe..." She giggled. "Maybe?" Chris retorted. "Mhm."

Chris sighed softly and looked Jill in the eyes, giving her a look of mischief. "What?" Jill asked. "Oh nothing..." He smirked. "What's so funny?"

"This." Chris said in reply, then picking her up bridal style. "Chris, NO! Jill shouted, but also not being able to contain her snickers. "Put me down honey!" Jill hit his chest as he continued walking deeper into the lake.

He then dunked her in the water, making sure her entire body got soaked. "Jesus, that's fucking cold." Jill mumbled and tightened her grip around Chris. "It feels nice, embrace it." He said playfully. "You've forced me too!" She shouted with a sassy tone.

Tilting Jill up, her feet touched the sandy, wet ground, her feet forming with it. "It does feel nice." Jill admitted, lifting her arms above the surface of the water, walking deeper into the lake.

It got increasingly deeper as she walked more outwards, feeling herself slowly having to resort to the tips of her toes. "Why does it get so deep so quickly, this is insane." Jill said in a annoyed tone, but really didn't mind.

Wrapping his arms around her, Chris picked Jill up as they were now so deep in that Jill could barley touch. "Come here." Chris said quietly, allowing Jill to grab onto him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"I hope a fish comes up and bites you in the ass." Jill sneered to Chris. "Oh really now?" Chris had a look of love on his face, loving the goofier side to Jill, that she rarely ever shows off.

Comfortability was something Jill never had with anyone but herself. Jill felt as though she'd have to put a mask on around others, not really being able to be herself. With Chris, it's so much different, and it's been that way since they first met.

Rays of sunshine hit their faces, the glow in Jill's eyes made her look even prettier.

Their eyes had locked, the look of empathy, love and loyalty was filled to the brim in both of their angelic eyes. This was the look that reminded Chris why he fell for her, and vice versa.

Jill kissed Chris gently, placing her hands on the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair, before pulling away after a few seconds.

Chris smiled once she pulled away, using his hand to move wet, glistening strands of hair from the side of Jill's cheek, then leading to caressing her cheek, before soon after, she giggled and let go of her boyfriend completely.

Unattaching from Chris, Jill began to swim a bit deeper. "What're you doing? Be careful sweetheart." Chris stated sternly.

He has always been way to overprotective of her but he can't help her. She's quite reckless and doesn't think before doing sometimes. Chris often feels like he's keeping track of a crackhead, because she just simply isn't that safe, especially in potential dangerous situations

"Oh I'm fine!" Jill spoke with a sarcastic tone, laying on her back, staying afloat in the water. Chris chuckled and swam back over to her. "Would you like to go get some food baby?" Chris questioned, mostly using it as a tactic to get her out of the lake.

Turning her head towards him, Jill nodded, still laying in the water before beginning to paddle back to the shore.

They both exited the lake, Chris looked over to Jill and handed her a towel, "There you go." Chris said with a side smile. "I'll go start the truck, pack up the towels and your little beach bag." He told her, kissing her softly before heading to his truck.

On her knees, in the now somewhat colder sand, Jill placed all of their belongings in her beach bag, stuffing it to the tippy top, and placing her can of iced tea in the pocket of it.

The wind had picked up, just like the news had discussed earlier on the radio, it was probably going to rain. Chris nor Jill really cared, especially since they love the rain. It's peaceful.

Jill placed the bag on her shoulder and continued her way back to Chris and the truck.

Jill looked over at where Chris was standing, the sun shining right in her eyes as she did, so she put her hand over top of her eyes, blocking it out as best she should.

"Where do you wanna eat?" Chris asked her, opening the passenger side door. "I don't know, I'm up to anything." She replied, climbing into the truck. Chris closed the door and snickered to himself. Why are women so difficult...

[bookfirstlinetourney]

Round 1

ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE is scrawled in blood red lettering on the side of the Chemical Bank near the corner of Eleventh and First and is in print large enough to be seen from the backseat of the cab as it lurches forward in the traffic leaving Wall Street and just as Timothy Price notices the words a bus pulls up, the advertisement for Les Misérables on its side blocking his view, but Price who is with Pierce & Pierce and twenty-six doesn’t seem to care because he tells the driver he will give him five dollars to turn up the radio, “Be My Baby” on WYNN, and the driver, black, not American, does so.

-American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis

Sometimes, I worry that I’m not the hero everyone thinks I am.

-Mistborn: The Final Empire, Brandon Sanderson

The body lay naked and facedown, a deathly gray, spatters of blood staining the snow around it. It was minus fifteen degrees Celsius and a storm had passed just hours before. The snow stretched smooth in the wan sunrise, only a few tracks leading into a nearby ice-block building. A tavern. Or what passed for a tavern in this town.

-Ancillary Justice, Ann Leckie

[psychopasss4]

From #Shinkane to #ShizuAka

This is a long post about my journey from shipping Shinkane (for a long time) but decided to move on to ShizuAka.

Yes, we all know Shinya Kogami and Akane Tsunemori do have special bond. Like mental connection with each other. Soulmates as we call it. Connected by the Red String of Fate (as we call in Japanese).

And most of the characters from PP-verse validates and knows this. Such as Masaoka and his son Ginoza for example. But there are quite a lot of evidence that made us all flap our ears whenever our favorite pair Shinya x Akane is concerned.

Some instances are:

PP Season 1:

Everyone says that it's Kou's infamous scream "Akaneee!" that proves Shinkane exists. But I do believe it was when Masaoka and Kogami shared a drink the night he left the PSB that proves Shinkane almost exist (watch EP. 18 again and know for yourself what do I mean!)

Kogami's letter. That's it. We all know it. The fact that he wrote a hand written note for her, not for Shion, not for Ginoza, not even to his mom! We all know that he value her so much.

Okay, alright... that infamous scream when he shouted for his name!

When he smiled when Akane and her team went on to Makishima's location ahead after learning of Kou's plan (thanks to Akane). He gleamed with pride.

When he didn't immediately run to catch Makishima, but instead carry Akane (bridal style) into safety when they were in a corn field. Or Oat field, I forgot. It shows how much he cared for her.

At this point I think everyone pretty much confirmed they shared a special bond.

PP - The Movie (1st)

When Kou first save her from explosion by shielding with his sexy abs 🤭

When Kou suggested her to stay with him for the night when there's clearly more room with the female locals in the Angkor Wat.

Their silent "I-know-you-care-know-I-care" treatment when Akane has to leave upto the point they were captured by Wong.

Kou wasn't surprised when Akane handed him a cigarette like he expects her to have them.

Don't forget to mention about Wong capturing them two together and plan to frame them just them. Only them. Because he sees them as threat. As if they were an item 🙄

PP - SS3

He's mad when Frederica stayed for the night and he don't know why 🤣.

He's proud of Akane's accomplishment after hearing Frede talks about the success of Div 1 as a team.

His regrets for exacting revenge and hesitations to have Tenzing follow his path mirrors Akane's ideals.

His mention of "He still have things to protect in Japan" (pay attention on that one) because in;

PP - Providence

He tries his best to reconnect with Akane but a case gets in their way.

His willingness to throw himself between her legs just to save her from an explosion almost a mile away from them compare to PP movie explosion.

His classic line "I'll follow you, even if you told me not to".

His protective nature all throughout the movie upto Akane's downfall.

His teary eyes while reading Akane's letter.

His promise to take her out of that place.

That Psycho Pass Recap during PPP promotionals which showcases the Shinkane viewpoint.

PP - S3 & FI

He don't have to pay Akane a visit nor to pick her up from jail because she's no longer his inspector! But he did anyway.

He keeps on saying he trust her and believes in her.

He didn't hurt Arata because he knows he is Akane's ward. Yes it is included.

The Merch

Yes am talking about the #KoAka keychain.

The PPP movie poster where Kou and Akane's faces are in the big picture and the rest are inside their heads!

The fan service stuff and clickbaits for all #Shinkane or #Koaka junkies!

The unforgivable hints of any romantic subplots from radio drama, merch, narrative etc.

My point is, all of them are just a setup to garner more viewership because they know Shinkane fandom is a big bunch!

But in the end, they want to tear us down by breaking our hearts with platonic inclinations between Kou and Akane 😭

The Segue:

Yes they created a segue under the guise of Frederica Hanashiro and Shizuka Homura.

We all know that PsychoPass Producers wanted to go down the path of Shonen Jump-esque plot. Which is why they seen #Shinkane fanbase as a threat. Although they don't want to shun the viewership influence of it.

That's why they create this "icings" (Shinkane sweet moment) as we call it to clickbait us! 😭😞

The Lure:

That's why in PPP Sinners of the System 3 and PPP they wanted to showcase Kogami x Frederica (the KouxFrede touching hand scene), the "Hey Akane don't blame Frederica for Saiga's death", to teach us that Kou is shippable with Frederica (a hot blonde).

Why Shinkane is a strong fan fave?

Because Akane is relatable character.

Because Kogami is a hot mess.

Akane a plain looking girl able to get the impression of Kogami a good-looking bad boy and former ace detective.

We all can easily identify with Akane. Us ordinary girls with strong principles are dreaming of a hot dude like Kogami who has ex-militia skills to swoon us over.

How the writers are tearing the #Shinkane/#KoAka fanbase:

Akane did ask (or even beg) Kogami to come back to Japan (from Season 1 especially the Psycho Pass Gekijōban, but he express no desire.

Only when Frederica, a tall-blonde-gorgeous looking half-brit half-japanese woman was able to bring him back.

They have a flirtateous moment in Sinners of the System part 3 novel during their night conversation.

The Kou x Frede indirect kiss through the bottle Scene.

Kou always standing beside Frederica.

Kou still choose to work in SAD with Frederica eventhough he has a chance to go back to PSB in PPP.

Kou's been treating Akane like trash eversince he gets back:

(1) During his famous balcony call when Akane hangs up. He didn't say sorry but instead let his pride dominate him.

(2) He only visited Akane in Season 3 after 2 years (when he rest his back at the door simply because he felt awkward bending to look at the window of Akane's height.

(3) He only picks her up out of guilt after he reads her hand-written letter.

(4) It was Shizuka Homura who negotiated Akane out of jail not Kogami.

(5) Kogami didn't comforted Akane. Only Ginoza did.

(6) Kogami had the chance to go back for Akane but he didn't. He chose to stay with Frede in S.A.D.

(7) Shinkane is one-sided. Only Akane likes him. But Ko?? No. The novels confirm that.

The Future of Shinkane:

From this point forward we can't expect anything much from this ship. Although as fans, we will keep them into our hearts and be as free as clouds to do more fanfictions out of these two characters because we've been rooting them since day 1.

But I think the writers want to us to move on with Kogami x Frederica and Shizuka x Akane.

With that, eventhough I still ship KoAka/Shinkane, I keep the possibilities open should the writers want to push them to other characters.

My Dime:

At this point I truly wish Akane would die in Kogami's arms and he finally realize he too has feelings for her but it's too late (as Saiga foretold), and he gets back to PSB mentoring new characters. Applying both his ideals to never overlook injustice plus also applying Akane's principles to uphold what is right by being just and fair.

[lamuradex]

40K in 42 Days: Final Update

@the-wip-project

It's midnight here in the UK, so I'm gonna put down my flag. I passed the deadline last week, so I guess all I have to do is post my final wordcount.

And the final wordcount is: 49,586 Words, 123.9650%

Alright, I am very proud of that.

I got a very large portion of this book done, and this challenge was definitely a good motivator. I tend to write in bursts, and hopefully can keep the momentum once I'm going, so I usually just need a reason to start.

And now, The Madman and the Princess is just a few chapters from completion. Maybe another 10,000? They're gonna be big chapters.

Whatever the case, thanks to @the-wip-project. I really did enjoy this.

And now, to leave you with, is my last excerpt. Maddy is imprisoned and about to run out of time. But help is coming.

Maddy’s cage was quiet again, her leg still too sore to kick the lock anymore. She’d half considered using her prosthetic, but the plastic wasn’t all that durable. And her arm was more expensive than her leg. Her leg would heal on its own.

Whatever thoughts had been rattling around her head were knocked out as the door at the top of the stairs opened. A man in a suit came down carrying a gun. He was immediately followed by a thinner man in a suit. It was Alfred Bitters. The maid followed him.

“Ready Miss Treska for our meeting tomorrow,” Bitters instructed. “Meanwhile, I’m going to chat with our guest.”

Maddy stood defiantly. “Come over. We can chat between these bars.”

Bitters didn’t smile or smirk. His face barely moved. To him, she was just a possession defying her master.

“Do you know how long you’ve been down here?” he asked.

Maddy shrugged. “Guessing an hour. Maybe ten,” she said flippantly.

“It’s closer to ten, and Gideon still hasn’t paid your debt. Do you really think he will?”

“I think… Gideon will find a way to kick your ass,” Maddy surmised.

“If he’s smart, he’ll leave you here and run. Get a head start. I doubt he will, but…”

“Because he’s not a psycho like you, ready to sell people down the river… literally in your case.”

Bitter’s eyebrow twitched. “Is this your final defiance, Miss Anthorne? Because you have less than a day before you belong to me.”

“A fate worse than death,” she sighed. “Seriously. You disgust me, Alfred.”

Alfred shook his head. “Bold as you are, its only more pride to lose. More distance to fall. But I guess that might make the death easier, a harder impact,” he barely hissed.

“Do you know what? When I get out of here, I’m going to kick your ass myself,” Maddy decided. “Gideon can get his turn second.”

“Do you not get it?” Alfred pressed. “Gideon is not coming to save you. He’s had almost ten hours and we have seen neither hide nor hair of him. And soon, you’ll be just like all the other girls I own.”

His bodyguard approached with a key. Maddy backed against the rear of her cage.

“Hold on,” she argued. “I still have a day till the debt runs out. You can’t touch me!”

“And who says?” Alfred argued rather effectively. “Gideon will either flee or foolishly come back here. Either way, he’s a dead man. It will make my cousin happy and I will not mourn Gidon Tailor. And you’ll be too busy to mourn him. I’ll make sure of it”

The guard reached the door and reality began to sink in for Maddy. She was about to be subject to Bitters. Fast tracked in the most terrible way. She retreated as far as she could, ready to kick and scream for her life. She just needed a weapon, any weapon, any…

There was a noise upstairs. Muffled shouts let in by the open door. A lot of angry voices.

“What is that?” Bitters asked his guard.

The guard opened a little radio. “What’s going on?”

“Maybe the devil has come for his due?” Maddy quipped.

Bitters did not look impressed, but clicked his finger for his guard to go faster, advancing on Maddy. She had the briefest image of Gideon boarding a train and fleeing. It was chilling, but it felt more real by the moment.

Then there was a louder voice from upstairs. People shouting.

And that was when, somewhere upstairs, a grenade blew open the mansion’s front door, no matter how expensive they were.

“I think he might be here,” Maddy grinned.

[endofthe1980s]

every opening and ending to the ellis novels

Really long don't open that read more unless you want to see things.

less than zero

People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles.

There was a song I heard when I was in Los Angeles by a local group. The song was called "Los Angeles" and the words and images were so harsh and bitter that the song would reverberate in my mind for days. The images, I later found out, were personal and no one I knew shared them. The images I had were of people being driven mad by living in the city. Images of parents who were so hungry and unfulfilled that they ate their own children. Images of people, teenagers my own age, looking up from the asphalt and being blinded by the sun. These images stayed with me even after I left the city. Images so violent and malicious that they seemed to be my only point of reference for a long time afterwards. After I left.

the rules of attraction

and it's a story that might bore you but you don't have to listen, she told me, because she always knew it was going to be like that, and it was, she thinks, her first year, or, actually weekend, really a Friday, in September, at Camden, and this was three or four years ago, and she got so drunk that she ended up in bed, lost her virginity (late, she was eighteen) in Lorna Slavin's room, because she was a Freshman and had a roommate and Lorna was, she remembers, a Senior or a Junior and usually sometimes at her boyfriend's place off-campus, to who she thought was a Sophomore Ceramics major but who was actually either some guy from N.Y.U., a film student, and up in New Hampshire just for The Dressed To Get Screwed party, or a townie.

I saw a townie girl hitchhiking on the edge of town. She looked at me as I passed by. I made it to the end of town, then turned around in the parking lot of the A&P and picked her up. She was a little fat, but still blond and pretty. She was leaning against a lightpost, smoking a cigarette, a backpack at her feet. She lowered her arm as I pulled the car over. She smiled, then got in. I asked her where she was going. She mentioned some town but seemed unsure. She started telling me her life story, which wasn't very interesting, and when Rockpile came on singing "Heart" I had to turn it up, drowning out her voice, but still I turned to her, my eyes interested, a serious smile, nodding, my hand squeezing her knee, and she

american psycho

ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE is scrawled in blood red lettering on the side of the Chemical Bank near the corner of Eleventh and First and is in print large enough to be seen from the backseat of the cab as it lurches forward in the traffic leaving Wall Street and just as Timothy Price notices the words a bus pulls up, the advertisement for Les Misérables on its side blocking his view, but Price who is with Pierce & Pierce and twenty-six doesn't seem to care because he tells the driver he will give him five dollars to turn up the radio, "Be My Baby" on WYNN, and the driver, black, not American, does so.

Someone has already taken out a Minolta cellular phone and called for a car, and then, when I’m not really listening, watching instead someone who looks remarkably like Marcus Halberstam paying a check, someone asks, simply, not in relation to anything, “Why?” and though I’m very proud that I have cold blood and that I can keep my nerve and do what I’m supposed to do, I catch something, then realize it: Why? and automatically answering, out of the blue, for no reason, just opening my mouth, words coming out, summarizing for the idiots: “Well, though I know I should have done that instead of not doing it, I’m twenty-seven for Christ sakes and this is, uh, how life presents itself in a bar or in a club in New York, maybe anywhere, at the end of the century and how people, you know, me, behave, and this is what being Patrick means to me, I guess, so, well, yup, uh …” and this is followed by a sigh, then a slight shrug and another sigh, and above one of the doors covered by red velvet drapes in Harry’s is a sign and on the sign in letters that match the drapes’ color are the words THIS IS NOT AN EXIT.

glamorama

“Specks—specks all over the third panel, see?—no, that one—the second one up from the floor and I wanted to point this out to someone yesterday but a photo shoot intervened and Yaki Nakamari or whatever the hell the designer’s name is —a master craftsman not—mistook me for someone else so I couldn’t register the complaint, but, gentlemen—and ladies—there they are: specks, annoying, tiny specks, and they don’t look accidental but like they were somehow done by a machine—so I don’t want a lot of description, just the story, streamlined, no frills, the lowdown: who, what, where, when and don’t leave out why, though I’m getting the distinct impression by the looks on your sorry faces that why won’t get answered—now, come on, god-dammit, what’s the story?”

I’m drinking a glass of water in the empty hotel bar at the Principe di Savoia and staring at the mural behind the bar and in the mural there is a giant mountain, a vast field spread out below it where villagers are celebrating in a field of long grass that blankets the mountain dotted with tall white flowers, and in the sky above the mountain it’s morning and the sun is spreading itself across the mural’s frame, burning over the small cliffs and the low-hanging clouds that encircle the mountain’s peak, and a bridge strung across a pass through the mountain will take you to any point beyond that you need to arrive at, because behind that mountain is a highway and along that highway are billboards with answers on them—who, what, where, when, why—and I’m falling forward but also moving up toward the mountain, my shadow looming against its jagged peaks, and I’m surging forward, ascending, sailing through dark clouds, rising up, a fiery wind propelling me, and soon it’s night and stars hang in the sky above the mountain, revolving as they burn. The stars are real. The future is that mountain.

lunar park

"You do an awfully good impression of yourself."

So, if you should see my son, tell him I say hello, be good, that I am thinking of him and that I know he's watching over me somewhere, and not to worry: that he can always find me here, whenever he wants, right here, my arms held out and waiting, in the pages, behind the covers, at the end of Lunar Park.

imperial bedrooms

They had made a movie about us. The movie was based on a book written by someone we knew. The book was a simple thing about four weeks in the city we grew up in and for the most part was an accurate portrayal. It was labeled fiction but only a few details had been altered and our names weren’t changed and there was nothing in it that hadn’t happened. For example, there actually had been a screening of a snuff film in that bedroom in Malibu on a January afternoon, and yes, I had walked out onto the deck overlooking the Pacific where the author tried to console me, assuring me that the screams of the children being tortured were faked, but he was smiling as he said this and I had to turn away. Other examples: my girlfriend had in fact run over a coyote in the canyons below Mulholland, and a Christmas Eve dinner at Chasen’s with my family that I had casually complained about to the author was faithfully rendered. And a twelve-year-old girl really had been gang-raped—I was in that room in West Hollywood with the writer, who in the book noted just a vague reluctance on my part and failed to accurately describe how I had actually felt that night—the desire, the shock, how afraid I was of the writer, a blond and isolated boy whom the girl I was dating had halfway fallen in love with. But the writer would never fully return her love because he was too lost in his own passivity to make the connection she needed from him, and so she had turned to me, but by then it was too late, and because the writer resented that she had turned to me I became the handsome and dazed narrator, incapable of love or kindness. That’s how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That’s how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked. That’s how I became the boy who wouldn’t save a friend. That’s how I became the boy who couldn’t love the girl.

There are many things Blair doesn’t get about me, so many things she ultimately overlooked, and things that she would never know, and there would always be a distance between us because there were too many shadows everywhere. Had she ever made promises to a faithless reflection in the mirror? Had she ever cried because she hated someone so much? Had she ever craved betrayal to the point where she pushed the crudest fantasies into reality, coming up with sequences that only she and nobody else could read, moving the game as you play it? Could she locate the moment she went dead inside? Does she remember the year it took to become that way? The fades, the dissolves, the rewritten scenes, all the things you wipe away—I now want to explain these things to her but I know I never will, the most important one being: I never liked anyone and I’m afraid of people.

the shards

Many years ago I realized that a book, a novel, is a dream that asks itself to be written in the same way we fall in love with someone: the dream becomes impossible to resist, there's nothing you can do about it, you finally give in and succumb even if your instincts tell you to run the other way because this could be, in the end, a dangerous game—someone will get hurt.

A week ago I saw a beige-colored van parked at the 7-Eleven on Holloway and La Cienga, next door to the Palihouse Hotel, where I first glimpsed Susan Reynolds after not seeing her for thirty-eight years, and whenever I see a similar van I connect it with the Trawler and his obsession over Robert Mallory and the fact that he was never captured—he had drifted to other states perhaps, beginning new narratives, staking out a different story, and sometimes I dream about Robert and in the dreams he's a different person that I meet up with in a vast hotel or an empty airplane, sometimes disguised as someone else, sometimes older, but mostly young, and staring at me fixed in that moment of his teenage beauty, a place where he would always reside—he would never age. And sometimes when I wake up from one of my dreams about Robert, or Matt, or Ryan Vaughn, or Thom, or Susan, I'm reminded that the fall of 1981 wasn't the dream that I sometimes pretended it was in the decades that followed. But I always slipped whenever I heard those faraway voices calling out to me, and I would find that record with the platinum-blonde girl on the cover, and turn the volume up, and play it loud, close my eyes and lie back and listen to a song about dreaming.

[vsakaa-fanfiction-drawings-hcs]

(Spoilers!)(So, this takes place after A stood up to V in the club)

TW: Swearing. Uh... I think that's it?

Angel groaned as Charlie stood her ground, blocking the exit. "Fuck, Chawlie... would you just move outta my way, I've gotta go to work". The demon princess shook her head, spreading her stance even wider to further block the pathway.

"You're not going! You- we all saw you! We saw you stand up to h-".

"Yeah, yeah. I did, and it was dumb" dismissed the spider, crossing one set of limbs and wafting at the other with his second pair. Another sigh. "It was fucking dumb, but I've gotta scram, so if you could just... boop, outta my way that'd be real swell, Toots".

"Angel, we saw the whole thing. How you stood up to him. How angry he was, how he threatened you!" worried Charlie, chewing her lip as she moved to rub her arm. "Angel...".

"Fucking- Chawlie! I humiliated him!" yelled Angel, moving to grip his fluffy white hair. "Yeah, I stood up to him... in front of everyone at a club that he is like- THE VIP of! What was I fucking thinking?!". Charlie gasped, moving to comfort Angel, who promptly pushed her away. "N-no, stop. I've gotta go to work... watcha thinking- he won't fucking bust that door down? Fucking drag me by my ankles or my hair? Char... if I don't go- he's just gonna rock up here- I can take whatever he's gonna throw at me, but I'll be fucked if he's gonna lay one finger on any of you!" declared Angel, getting into a defensive pose. "Ain't gonna fucking happen". Charlie breathed, before hugging her friend- tears welling up in her eyes.

"Promise me one thing..." she uttered, grabbing Angel's hand, causing the spider to tilt his head. "Promise me you'll come back". Angel paused for a long while, before taking his hand back and glancing at the door.

"I can't...".

"But-".

"Cause I don't wanna lie to you" replied Angel, swallowing as he carefully cupped Charlie's face. "The truth is, I dunno what's gonna happen when I step through those doors- fuck, he could be waiting in the fucking car park, Char... so no, I ain't gonna promise that I'll come back" he mumbled, moving away from the blonde one and hugging himself. "But I can promise this, that I'm grateful". Charlie wiped her eyes and frowned at Angel, before finding Vaggie by her side. A gentle hand squeeze. "I thought all this- all of it, was fucking bullshit crazy. That you were fucking bullshit crazy. Check out this crazy broad going around, talking about this hotel where you can get redeemed and shit. Like- what? But I thought, hey- she's offering a rent-free stay? So, I lapped that shit up" explained the spider, pacing slightly as he spoke. "But then- being around you... and Vaggie, Radio Daddy, Kitten, and- yep, even you- you little psycho" he said, gesturing to Nifty who was trying to kill a bug. "And... I guess Snake Boi?". Shrug. "Anyway, getting off track. Being around you all made me realise that things ain't always like they are out there, that in here- there's... good demons, whatever that fucking means" informed Angel, sighing as he glanced at the door; and Charlie, again. "And... as heartfelt as this all is, I really need you to move now- cause I'm gonna be late". Charlie took a deep breath and with a nod from Vaggie, finally stepped aside, watching as Angel crept towards the door.

"I'm sorry" she whispered as he passed her, causing the spider to frown deeply and scoff.

"For what? Listen, doll. It's all looking pretty fucked right now, but keep ya head up- shit, you've got brains and heart, and a fucking radio demon with like- infinite amounts of sexy power!" cried Angel, gesturing to Alastor who was leaning on his cane. "Fucking use it, ya know? Fucking- listen, if anyone in this crazy fucked reality can save us? Ain't no question about it, it's you, Toots" he stated, gripping the handle and daring to open the door. He went to take a step outside before looking back at his found family, fighting the growing sadness.

"I love you" said Charlie, wiping away more tears as Vaggie comforted her; giving Angel a sad smile.

"... I'll be seeing ya" he answered, slipping through the exit as the door closed behind him.

[afro-hispwriter]

All For Love(Pt.1)Alicia Clark x F!reader

Season 7 

Summary- Reader has been looking for Alicia ever since the nuclear explosion. She meets Will after he saves her and he tells her about a girl... that girl being Alicia. The reader gets jealous after Will says he loves Alicia, so she kills him. How will Alicia react? 

Warnings- language, future manipulation, possesive!Y/n, slight dark!Y/n, murder, angst, maybe psycho Y/n, toxic relationships

Italics = thoughts

wc- 3k

-

You don't know how long its been. Days, weeks, months since Teddy launched nuclear bombs. You ended up with Strand, which wasn't a wise choice at first but the tower the two of you found became a safe haven. And Strand was quite scary enough and convincing enough to make anyone bend at his will.

You let him run everything, bring new people in and advise everything. You occasionally went out for supplies but most of your time was spent on the radios, or map locations. 

You felt yourself going crazy each passing day. Thinking, thinking of her and it hurt. The last conversation you had was a fight about her going out without you. Sure it was possessive of you but all you wanted was to keep her safe.

Part of you regretted that fight, you never saw her again after that. But the other half was satisfied you got your thoughts out. 

You were lost in your thoughts when Howard came foe you. 

"Strand may have found Alicia." The second the words 'found' and 'Alicia' left his words you ran past him to reach the roof. There sat Strand under an umbrella and a younger man standing with stuff all around him.

"Strand who is this?" You ask and point at the man.

"Y/n, this is Will and he might just have something we need." Says Strand with a smile before lifting his hand and let a necklace drop out. Your eyes immediately fell at the pendant and you practically launched over to grab it. 

"Where?" You look at Strand but he shrugs and looks at Will. You turn around and walk towards him. "Where did you get this?" You grabbed his collar and pulled him close. 

"Out there." 

"Show me." 

"Why?" 

"Well give you a place here, please just take me where you got this." You were practically begging at this point. Strand stood up and walked towards you. 

"Now lets talk about this." 

"No Strand we can't talk about this." You turned around and grabbed his arm to drag him away. "This is what I needed, proof shes alive, now I just need to find her." You were smiling widely but it was a smile that would make anyone uneasy. 

"Fine, take two men." 

"Thank you." You nodded at him and immediately walked away. "Come on Will, we take the horses." 

-

“How much farther?” You ask Will and take your mask off.

“About a mile or so.” He says and he starts moving the horses again.

“So why haven’t you gone back to your settlement?” Will looks back at you and sighs.

“Im not exactly welcome anymore, I’ve been trying to make it up to the people there.” 

“Why? Making people know they’re wrong should be satisfying.” 

“Why the hell would I do that?” Will slows his horse down to settle in next to you. You stayed silent for a second, trying to figure out the words.

“Hmm, guess thats just me.” You mumbled and dragged a finger along the horses reins. Thunder started rumbling over you and you looked up.

“Where did you find the necklace?” You ask but before he could answer it started raining.

“We need to mask up! Take cover, now!” He says and everyone started putting their masks on. 

“We need to get to cover.” You say and raise a hand over your eyes.

“I know a place, follow me.” He says and urged the horse to run with everyone following. 

-

You made it under a bridge and hopped of the horses.

“Should be safe enough under here.” Says Will and you look around.

“What is this place?”

“Last 50 days, home.” He says.

“Cozy.” You say and grimace.

“Hey Stop!” He says and you look to see the men accompanying you touching a van. “Thats mine.” They raise their hands in surrender. 

The men started taking pictures, something Strand instated they do. 

“Yo Y/n, look at this.” You walk towards them and crouch down.

“Is this the handiwork of those people you told me about on our way here?” You ask.

“Stalkers. What are we really doing out here?” 

“Hmm?”

“Whoever that necklace or medallion belongs to you must know them, right?”

“What difference does it make?” 

“Just funny.”

“There is nothing funny about this.”

“Its just it seems like you have everything back at the tower.” He says snd you look back at him.

“I do.”

I don’t 

“Then why did you go so crazy when you saw the medallion that belongs to her.” At his words you smiled widely.

“I never told you I was looking for a woman.” You stood up and placed a hand on the axe that sat on your hip. 

“Boys, I think this man lured us here to be killed.” They raised their guns at him and Will scoffs.

“I wasn’t-.”

“Start talking.” You cut him off. 

“Who?”

“Alicia.” He scoffed again. “Answer me.” You were glaring at him with a dark intent in your eyes. As you were going to speak again gunfire started.

“Stalkers!” Yelled Will, you looked back to see three people in full gear, crouched down and shooting at the four of you. You all ran to cover snd the horses ran away as well. Will got shot and the men shot one of the stalkers. Then walkers showed up and you grabbed Will and dragged him towards his van. You head screams and knew the men that fane with you were dead.

“We need to get out of here.” You slammed your hands on the sides and turned to will and grabbed his injured leg. 

“Not until you answer my question.” 

“I already did.” 

“No you Fucking didn’t!” You seethed and stuck you ginger against the wound making him groan loudly in pain. “Where is Alicia”

“I said I don’t know.”

“No you never said that.” You bite your lip and bring your unoccupied hand to your face. “Where’s Alicia?”

“I don’t know who that is.” He writhed and you sat back. You looked to your sude and saw a box.

The Franklin

“The Franklin, thats where Teddy took her.” You let out a laugh. 

You were right Y/n as always

“I don’t need you, I’ll do this myself.” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Starts Will and grabs your arm. “She’ll never forgive you.”

“What makes you think thats what I want?”

“Because I know who you are, Y/n. She told me.”

She talked about me

“I think you want to make things right with you, be better.” You looked at him in disbelief and your eye twitched.

“No no no no no, I just need her by my side again. No she will be by my side again.” You pushed you fingers back into his wound and he almost screamed. You kicked the doors opened and pushed walkers away, there was a horse right outside so you ran and got on it.

“Y/n!” Called Will but you were already on the horse and riding away.

-

You reached Franklins and noticed it almost like a light house. You lit up a lantern and started your decent up the stairs. As you reached the top you set it down and saw a dead walker, you crouched down and pushed it slightly. You found a map laying behind it and grabbed it. You inspected the whole thing and saw Franklins hotel. 

“Im coming for you baby.” You dragged your finger across the map and stood up again to go back down the stairs. You reached the doors and opened them. A heavy fog had rolled in.

You instantly heard footsteps making you stop. They were staggered like a walkers but still close together and fast like a humans. You grabbed the handle of the axe and before you could pull it out a gun cocked.

“Hold it!” It was Will and he was pointing the gun towards you.

“How did you find me?”

“Theres only so many places to hole up around here.” You started backing up until you were completely inside the tower again. “You just tried to kill me.” You sit down in a chair and he leans back against a wall. 

“Sorry.” You rolled your eyes. 

“I guess Alicia was right, you’re not trustworthy.” 

He’s lying Y/n don’t believe him Alicia loves you

“Yeah right.” 

“What did you think finding her would do?” 

“If I find her it means I can keep her safe.” 

“Trust me she doesn’t need saving.” 

“Thats what everyone says.” You smile. 

“I learned a lot from her. Alicia, she didn’t want to be in that bunker. She was locked up by that psycho who dropped the bombs on us, she was locked up with his followers and she could’ve became an asshole like you.”

“Im not an asshole I just care.”

“Stop, you’re an asshole.” You tightened your fists. “And you want to know why she didn’t, because she knew what Senator Vazquez knew, you can’t lead alone.”

“Who said I wanted to lead?”

“Leading comes with danger, and knowing from what she said about you, you’d take over in an instance.” 

“Wow, you know how perfect she is.” You smile as her face flashes in your mind. “Why aren’t you there with her?” Will groans and walks around to a chair to sit. 

“You have that necklace?” He asks and you nod, you slowly reach into your pocket and hold it out to him. He snatches it out of you hand and you glare at him.

“Truth is, I needed this just as much as you do. She asked me to do something, and I couldn’t do it.”

He’s a coward, not worthy

“What did she ask you to do?”

“It doesn’t matter.” 

Yes it does

“Why didn’t you do it?”

“It would’ve protected everyone there, expect for her.” 

“Protect her above everything.” You whispered to yourself and Will raises an eyebrow in confusion. “It must have been pretty bad if she casted you out.”

“I’ve been looking for a way back everyday since, I didn’t think I’d find it. Then I woke up in Strand’s tower and I thought, maybe, maybe if I brought you and Strand to her, maybe that would do it.”

She still wants you

“But after what I’ve seen today, I doubt she’d even recognize you.”

He’s keeping you away from her

“She would, I’ve done nothing wrong.”  You wiped your eyes quickly. “Did she tell you that I gave her the necklace.”

“I did, I knew it’d get your attention.” 

“I gave it to her, so that she would remember who she was and who I am.” You scratched your head and looked at the chain. “Can I see it again.” He leans forward and hands it to you, but you grabbed his wrist an pulled him forward roughly so he fell out of his chair. It ended up with a fight on the floor but he grabbed the gun making you back down. 

“Twice now that you’ve tried to kill me.” He walks away with a limp to the door.

“What are you doing?” The groans of walkers could be heard. 

“I thought that if I took you there we’d be brought back together, but shes better off without you.”

That almost set you off, the bubbling anger was almost at the too. You grabbed your hair and pulled it roughly. 

She needs you, he doesn’t know what he’s saying

He opened the door and stood there. You slammed your hand against the floor and ran to him, pushing him out of the way and shutting the doors. 

“What the hell was that?”

“I knew those people.” He winces. “Something bad must’ve happened.” 

“Alicia.” 

-

“Did you see her? Was she-“ You ask desperately but he shakes his head.

“No I didn’t see all of them.” 

“I think its time we leave.” 

“Wait you cant see more than two feet in front of you.” He looks around the small room. “But I can help.” He grabs a gas tank and hold it up to something.

“That-That wont work, the diesel has no guarantee it will burn.” You say and he sets it down.

“We need this.” He grabs a keys and jams it in there. The engine sputters but it turned on. He ran up stairs and you heard noises and he ran back down. “Lets go.” You nodded and pushed the door open. Killing a few walkers as he grabbed the horse and hopped on. You followed and settled in behind him.

-

He led you to a fallen ruin, radiation full. 

“So this is where you were?”

“Yeah whats left of it.” He walked to the door and pushed it open. You raised your axe just encase, he walked in first then you followed, shutting the door behind you. As you got deeper in lights flickered and you were on high alert. Will les you through everywhere through the kitchens, living areas, and the bunker rooms.

“Its like a ghost town.” 

“Whatever happened here happened a long time ago.” Says Will.

“How many people lived here.” 

“128. It was me, the senator and a few other staff before Teddys scouts found the place.

“What happened to them?”

“Scouts killed everyone while I was doing maintenance  in the air filter, I stayed up in the service corridors until we all got locked in here.”

“Hmm.” 

“Alicia!” He yelled and you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

You walked deeper in the bunker until you reached two doors. You walked through them and the lights turned on. It was like a meeting room, very clean and very functional. 

“This was stalkers, nothing was taken, I don’t think they were attacked.”

“Then what the hell happened.” You walked towards the front and saw a painting, it was very familiar. 

“This wasn’t here before.” 

“She painted it.” You smiled and the memory of watching her paint on the trees and buildings before everything started getting separated. On the podium there was a piece of paper taped to it. WILL. He grabbed it and opened it, you looked over his shoulder and looked at it.

“Yeah, I think she did.”

PADRE

-

“Whats Padre?” You ask from your side of the stage. 

“It doesn’t matter.” He responds.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s probably gonna get her killed.”

“Is it a person? Place?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t know. Nobody knows. Might not even exist.”

“It?”

“Something better, atleast the possibility of it. I though maybe if I found it first she wouldn’t t have to but, if anything happens to them, to her… thats on me.”

“You don’t know that.” 

“I should have been here. I should have a found a way to make things up to her.”  

His tone. His tone. Why is he saying it like that? Why? Why?… no he cant… she’s mine

“You loved her.” The second those words left your mouth your fists tightened so much your knuckles popped.

“Doesn’t matter.”

You’re right 

“Its all for nothing anyway.”

You can’t love her like I do… keep her safe

“Hmm, Will im sorry for what I’ve done, I just want to find her, I miss her, a lot.” 

“Maybe thats the point of us meeting, we’re supposed to find her. Together.” 

No Y/n only you

“Hmm. Or maybe she’ll find us.” You try to give him your best smile and hop down the stage. “Strand will like that light in the tower come on.” 

-

You got back to the tower and they instantly started working on it. 

“How far will it reach?” Asks Strand.

“15 miles maybe.” Strand looks through his binoculars to the ground.

“It appears our flame has already drawn a few moths.” He passed them to Will. 

“She’ll see it.” He leaned over to you. “She’ll follow it. She’ll find this place.” You turn around and catch Strands eyes, giving him a knowing look.

“Alicia is really the closest thing to a family I’ve had Will. You’re no the only one who loves her. I never told her enough but I realize I should when I find her.”

“When we find her.” He tries and corrects you but you scoffed. 

“Did she ever say what me and her were?” You ask and walk away from the ledge. Will squints his face in confusion.

“You were bestfriends.” 

“So I guess she never told you about the kisses we shared, or the moments alone we had.” You say and Wills stops in his tracks. 

“She never-.” 

“I can see that, because its clear she cheated on me with you.” You say and turn around to Wills shocked face. “See im the only one who deserves to love her in the way you believe you do. And she’s the only one who deserves to love me, but its clear she had a change of heart because if you love her, that means things happened. Things that were meant for me.” You grabbed his jacket and Will tries to push you off. 

“She never said she was in a relationship thats not my fault.” He says and you top.

“Are you saying it’s hers?” You ask with wide eyes.

“Wait what no.” 

“You’re not worthy of her, Only I am.” You walked quickly to the edge with him still in your grasp and pushed him off the edge. He screamed as he feel down all the way to the ground with a splat “Only me.” Strand and Howard approached you from the back.

“Should I go down there and get a picture?” Asks Howard and you shake your head.

“Nobody’s looking for him.” 

“Someone might.” He says and you and Strand look at each other. 

“She’s only looking for Y/n.” 

-

A/n- part 2 might come out when I get to another part with Strand and/or Alicia but who knows if I might lol this has been sitting in my drafts for months