#rain is a psychopath pass it on

[miasmaghoul]

OKAY MIASMA HEAR ME OUT

I have the feeling Rain would go like ABSOLUTELY feral when being bloodthirsty. Like, despite his usual calm demeanor he’d do anything to hunt down his prey, maybe some innocent sibling of sin. He’d play with his prey, maybe torture them (but he would even recognize his cruelty himself even though his packmates look at him like 👁️👄👁️ when watching him hunt because his behavior is so different from usual)

Also he’d have like THE deathstare when stalking after his prey, watching from the shadows OR he’d just sit there like

“:3”

I am so on board w literally ALL of this Kenny omg

Him lurking just below the surface of the lake, hidden in the dark waters while he watches a Sibling on their way for a midnight swim. Really playing with them, grazing their leg with his tail, or their back with an icy claw. Barely even touching them, but letting them know they aren't alone. Feeling the way the water heats around them when their anxiety eventually spikes, Rain backs off so they can try to swim away from whatever is in the water with them.

Rain gives them a five second head start before gliding silently through the water, grabbing their ankle and dragging them under for just a second. Less than a second, just a sudden tug intended to shock. To make them inhale just a little lake water. They swim harder then, but they don't know that the lake is on Rain's side. Catching the Sibling in an sudden whirlpool takes no effort at all.

It happens faster in the water. They always tire so quickly, more energy needed to swim than there would be to run. Still, though, Rain treasures those few precious minutes. Torments and terrifies until the fight leaves their body. Until they stop flailing and kicking, until he can get his fangs in their neck.

Until he can drag them down to the rocky lakebed and watch the water turn red.

(Also that art FUCKING RULES OMFG.)

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Pirate King! Jinwoo x Siren! Reader ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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[ TW: Yandere Jinwoo, Violence , all Shadows Mentioned are in Human Form ]

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part 2 ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

╰┈➤ ❝ [ I'll Bind Myself To You Over and Over ] ¡! ❞

Jinwoo continued to look for another week, but for some weird reason— The sea was incredibly calm.

Too calm.

It was maiing Jinwoo very restless, and his crew could see it. Igris tried to reason with Bellion and Beru to do something, anything to make their captain stop pacing back and forth on the dock. Even Iron couldn't do anything and would only take over the wheel.

No one in the ship knew what to do, even Tusk's famous fish stew wasn't doing it.

...

"Iron." Jinwoo's strict voice suddenly says as he strides towards the wheel.

The man didn't say much and only moved aside as their captain took over and suddenly spun the wheel rapidly.

"Bring down the sails!" He orders, and everyone suddenly scrambled on their feet to prepare the sails.

They didnt know what was on Jinwoo's mind, but they could tell that determined expression on the man's face was deadly.

"Captain, there's one far ahead on the east!" Kaisel reports.

"Get everyone ready, I want that ship." Jinwoo simply said as he had Kaisel take over. "We wont use the cannons.

There was a hammering feeling inside Jinwoo since early morning, and it was bothering him way too much.

His breathing had been erratic since then, he's never been this anxious even when he faced the holy emperor in the palace and had the old bastard bowing on his feet soon after.

But that's a story for another day.

That's not what's important right now, Jinwoo just knew, he needed that damn ship.

His instincts were never wrong, that's why he was crowned as the pirate king. Jinwoo's gut feeling have never failed him.

And for some reason, the direction of the ship is nagging the living hell out of it.

Jinwoo's grey gaze would land on his men who were utterly confused on why he ordered them not to use the cannons.

"There's something on that ship that I need," He simply said

"An illegal ship, sir?" Bellion asks as he handed Jinwoo his gun.

"Yes." Jinwoo confirms. "Whatever the hell is on that ship, I need it."

There were no further questions asked as the rest of the crew brandished their swords and loaded their guns.

The people on the other ship noticed the mother ship approaching and panicked, blaring the sirens— Warning the rest.

Pure chaos.

But soon, their expressions would pale as a rain of ropes suddenly blasted from the air and hooks embedded themselves on the wooden floors.

Thunderous, proud roars would come from the invading shifts as well as maddened cackles resounds. A bunch of wild pirates would come, climbing the ropes while behind them were gunfire— Preventing the defending parties to take time and prepare as bullets flew by and making men collapse here and there as psychopaths invaded the docks and started stabbing strangers; mauling them into pieces.

"...." Jinwoo's gaze was still steadfast, only firing a few bullets as he walked on the rope hurriedly.

His kids can do whatever the hell he wants, he needed to be somewhere else.

"Secure the ship, get the captain on his knees. If he runs, break his legs" Jinwoo commands, shoving a bloodied sword on Igris's chest as he passed by him.

He didnt even think twice to properly open the door and just shot the handle open, as well as gunning down some baffled crewmates inside the rooms.

Jinwoo continued to walk, his steps heavy and fast with purpose. slamming open some doors, unlocking gates before reaching the very end of the ship.

Blood splatters were on his face now, painting a wicked

Right at the very bottom, inside this giant moss-covered aquarium was a hand peeking on the little glass.

"...." He takes a deep breath, placing his palm against the glass were that small hand peeked.

There, a small light would come out as a warm feeling spread through his chest right where his injuries are.

"There you are, my bride" He whispers, jumping on top of the aquarium and hanging on the ledge as he lunged his arm inside the dirty waters where another palm would grasp his.

Jinwoo pulled the figure up, his other arm wrapping around the other's waist as he kissed the side of their head.

He felt as if that a heavy burden finally lifted off of his shoulders. But as much as Jinwoo wanted to just bask in the moment, he noticed the siren's tail was almost bald in some spots— Lacking tose fluorescent scales and instead a few gashes would come into view and his gaze would harden.

Jinwoo shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around his siren before hoisting them out of the filthy aquarium.

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Up in the docks, the floorboards was pooled with blood as Beru overlooked his crewmates celebrating their small impromptu ship invasion.

He would beam as he hears the door behind him creak and Jinwoo figure would emerge but his mouth would form a thin line as he sees the glare on Jinwoo's face.

Beru swears, that maybe he saw purple in that hardened gaze.

He knew that look so well, it was the type of face Jinwoo made when he rescued his sister from the clutches of the holy family.

Jinwoo is out for blood.

"A siren..." Igris whispers as he sees the humanoid in Jinwoo's arms wrapped in his coat.

"That captain, the damn bastard" Jinwoo snarls, his tone riddled with venom. "I want him in the dungeon. Have Iron prepare my equipment and station him there until I come there."

He then continues, "Igris, Tusk, with me. Bellion will take over from here and Kaisel will watch the ship."

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You didnt know what really happened, you were just resting on a rock after hunting for the whole day when there was a sharp pain on the back of your head. The next thing you knew, you were strapped on a bed with your delicate scales being plucked out forcefully as the humans laughed at your display of pain.

Your shrieks would be ignored as they wore something over their ears while cotinuing to take one scale after another.

The torture was long, you couldn't even count how many have passed as you were in and out of conciousness the whole time.

The humans who captured you didnt even have the heart to give you a proper meal and only tossed some bland seaweed to the poorly kept tank.

You swore, you were about to die— Until a familiar warm hand grasped yours and yanked you out of the dirty waters. Your eyes had been too heavy for you to open, and neither could you make out the sounds around you.

All you knew— Was that you are safe and sound.

The next time you opened your eyes, you are cuddled up in this soft... White things hugging your body, as well as a pair of grey eyes gazing into you.

Initially, you freaked out, thrashing about but the man gently held your shoulders to keep you steady.

"Hey, hey, ssh, it's okay," His voice would register, and your gaze would look up to see him. "Look at me, look at me, do you know who I am? Hmm?"

You can understand him.

Alarmed and curious, you reach your hand out to touch his cheek, and the man only responds by nuzzling your palm and kissing it.

A familiar gesture, a gesture a small human boy did when you were younger.

Jinwoo.

"Remember me?" Jinwoo asks again, and you nod your head.

He lets out a relieved sigh and pulls you in for an embrace.

"I've been looking all over for you, my bride" He whispers so tenderly, kissing your cheek while rubbing your back. "Look at you, my siren, you're so pretty now. But they hurt you so bad, hmm? I'm sorry, I should've come earlier, love. I really am, but it's okay, you're okay. I'm here. I wont leave, I promise."

His gentle voice stirs something in your chest, and you could only respond by nuzzling him further while making soft broken sounds.

"Ssh," Jinwoo hushes you, rubbing your head. "Tusk said that you'll need more rest, sirens heal slower than humans. But since you're bonded to me, it should speed things up"

He pulls back, fixing your hair as you looked down and saw a blanket on top of you, but underneath wasnt a tail.

"It's legs," He chuckles, kissing your cheek. "It must be because you're near me, but don't worry, we can get your tail back. We just... erm... Need to figure it out. We'll do that once you're better, yeah?"

He cooes, peppering your face with more pecks that brought out a giggle in your lips. Jinwoo takes your hand, placing it on his chest where the mark was.

"Go to sleep now, I'll be here in the morning and the day after. Even in the following days" He whispers, gently tucking you back in as he did. "Don't worry about anything else, clear your mind."

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"Captain, the hostage is awake" Kaisel knocks on the door gently. "Your equipment has also been brandished."

"Good," Jinwoo hums, running his hand on your hair before getting up. "Watch over my siren. Should the pretty thing wake up while I'm in the dungeon, call me immediately."

He continues, "After this, I'll host a party for all of you."

Kaisel simply nods, smiling as he watches the captain got out of the quarters.

His gaze would turn cold in an instant, Jinwoo marched down to the dungeon area of the ship with his fists tightly closed.

That bastard dared to actually hurt you, your injuries were so extensive that your tail was almost grey from the abuse. When it turned into legs— Anyone would have vomit at the sight of cuts and peeled skin. It took so much willpower for Jinwoo not to have broke down as Igris, Tusk and Beru worked together in patching your injuries.

"I wonder what kind of scalpel you used" Jinwoo hums, running his hand along the neatly arranged set of daggers on the table as Iron dragged the bastard on the floor in front of his captain. "Scalpels are too delicate, making them very useless on the field."

He then picks up pliers, making the man squirm and sob on his gag as he attempts to crawl away but Iron kept him steady.

"Easy there, buddy" Jinwoo chuckles, his grey orbs turning into monarch purple. "I haven't even started yet,"

He then sits down on the chair prepared for him.

"For every scale you plucked out of my bride's tail, for every single day you kept that pretty doll captive, for every second you spent making them writhe in pain— I will make sure you experience all of it tenfold if not a hundred."

꒰ A/N: Mentally so exhausted I think I'm on writer's block wheeze. I should write for another character for the meantime until I get my creative juices on Jinwoo back. Tysm to you @sylusjinwoon for this request uueeeee. I hope u like it bestie<33!!! Anyway, next fic is either gonna be a Baek Dohwa Fic or a Dr. Zayne fic. ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[doctor-dusk]

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

mr. turner (the car!alex) offers you a ride home on a rainy day. could you turn down an offer from your favorite teacher? 

warnings: almost none, age gap, just a bit of angst, most fluff actually.

word count: 3.9k

kinda into prof!al for so long but i only managed to write something now. maybe there's a part 2 (with smut included), idk.

this was wrong. he knew that.

but was it so wrong?

he asked himself that every time he looked at you, sitting in your usual spot in the classroom, second chair in the second row, from left to right.

quiet girl, shy, intelligent, deer eyes that discreetly followed him when he explained the content as he walked around the room, always making a point of passing close to your row, just to be able to delude himself with the sensation of feeling your body close to his. 

if he was lucky, he could also smell the faint perfume you exhale dissipating due to the air conditioning. vanilla scent, to be more specific.

you were his favourite girl. secretly, of course. so secretly that you didn't even know that.

little did he know that he’s your favourite teacher. but just like him, you were also discreet. 

you avoid looking at him for too long, afraid of looking like a psychopath, or worse, that he would look back at you, something that happened sometimes.

but, oh, when he looks back at you... simply the best three seconds of your life.

you made him feel strangely uncomfortable. not that it's in a bad way. it was a ‘’good uncomfortable’’, if he can put it that way. 

he liked the way your voice sounded, feeling like a warm breeze in a cold day. he wanted to be able to talk to you more, answer something other than a simple question that you occasionally asked him during class. the most you say outside the classroom is ''see you next class'' along with a polite smile.

but again, reality comes weighing like a ton. you were his student. his sweet little student.

this was so wrong. but he couldn’t help it. his eyes fell on you more than he would have liked, as if you were a magnet. to your face, your neck, your chest, always with a minimum of cleavage that was almost always covered with your coat. to your hands, always busy holding a pen, writing tireless and useless notes in your notebook.

he wondered what your delicate hands could do besides write so much. 

on this particular morning, it was raining. like, a lot. you specifically loved rainy mornings when you didn’t have to go to campus, which unfortunately was not the case.

and now, you were stuck in there at one of the exits, watching the rain fall like a deluge, hoping that it would give you a minimal break so that you could at least get to the bus stop without getting all wet.

you looked at the time on your phone. it wasn't that you were in a hurry to get to your apartment, just the idea of staying there on campus didn't please you as you wish.

if only you were taking a class with mr. turner right now… yeah, the whole world could fall apart out there as long as you could be near him. his voice sounding like a shooting balm, his firm hand holding the book while the other hand was hidden inside the front pocket of his pants. you paid attention to all these details just so you could replay it like a movie in your head.

especially before bed.

oh, if mr. turner only knew what you thought about him in the dead of night…

‘’y/n?’’ you were startled by the sound of that familiar voice urging you from behind, and you hoped you weren't too pale when you turned to look at him. were your thoughts too loud?

‘’h-hi, mr. turner.’’ you forced an embarrassed smile, rubbing your arms awkwardly. ‘’what are you doing here?’’

‘’well, i… work here.’’ he chuckled weakly, hoping he didn't sound too rude, and you felt dumb for asking such a stupid question. ''waiting for the rain to stop?'' he asked, looking away from you and looking at the surroundings.

‘’yea, stupid rain.’’ you grumbled, looking around too, giving him the opportunity to look at you. as always, you were breathtaking. 

he thought for a moment before opening his mouth again. should he risk it? well, he could, but he was afraid you would refuse, and worse, end up moving away.

but he had a good excuse. it was raining a lot. it wasn't an stupid rain after all.

''can i... i mean, would you like a ride home?'' he asked after clearing his throat. he had smoked a few minutes ago, so his throat was warm and his voice was a little hoarse.

‘’oh, it's very kind, but there's no need to bother.’’ you said politely, your heart beating like a drum, your palms sweating a lot as you clasped your hands in your arms discreetly. 

‘’not a bother, miss. they said on the news that the rain is not expected to stop, you can stay ‘ere all day.’’ he responded, his mind worked quickly to come up with a convincing lie for you to accept. he didn't even watch the news today. 

you squeezed your arms tighter. you really want to accept it, but what if someone sees you getting into his car? god, you didn't even want to imagine.

‘’listen, 's okay if you don't want to, i just…’’ he said when he noticed your hesitation, looking away for a brief second. did he fuck up? ‘’just tried to help, i know what it's like to have to go home while it's raining a lot like it is now. besides, no one's gonna see us.’’

the last last sentence caught your attention, and ironically, it was what made you calm down. it was raining, what harm would it do if you accepted a ride from your teacher?

you nodded, accepting his offer. he gave a small smile, his fist clenched around the handle of his briefcase, trying to dissipate his excitement. 

you let him lead the way. luckily, he had an umbrella. a small one, not that you’re complaining. this gave you legitimacy to stand closer to him so that the umbrella could protect you both. 

‘’ready?’’ he asked you, opening the umbrella, holding it by the cold metal handle while the other hand held the briefcase. you nodded, getting closer to him so you could follow his lead when you two finally stepped out. 

the cold splashes of water hit your bare legs as you took a short run to the parking lot, dodging the puddles of water along the way and the wind ruffled your hair almost violently.

but nothing gave you goosebumps more than feeling his arm go over your shoulders to bring you closer, careful not to hit you with the briefcase he was holding. he didn't give a fuck if the briefcase was left unprotected and with rain falling down on it, as long as you were protected under his wing, everything was fine.

you stopped next to his car, he was cursing under his breath for forgetting to take the car keys out of his pocket before leaving with you. you held the handle of the umbrella so he could have his hand free to reach inside his pocket and pull out his car keys.

‘’thanks.’’ he muttered, disabling the car alarm. he smelled so good. a good smell of sandalwood, cedar, coffee and cigarettes. better than you have imagined. ‘’get in, ‘s fucking freezing here.’’ he said after opening the passenger door for you to get in, holding the umbrella again so you could get in.

he closed the door before you get in, running around the car to get to the driver's door, opening it quickly, closing the umbrella and throwing it on the backseat along with his briefcase. he didn't care if it was going to get the whole bench wet, he could deal with that later.

‘’oh, god, it feels like a flood, huh?’’ he chuckled, looking at you for a moment, noticing that you’re shaking. like he said, it was fucking freezing. ‘’oh, sorry, let me just…’’ he said, quickly starting the car so he could turn on the heater. ‘’there, better?’’ 

‘’yes, thank you, mr. turner.’’ you smiled at him, feeling your body getting warmer as the heater was doing its work. he smiled back, running his hand through his damp hair, putting on his seat belt and you repeated the act so that you could get out of there.

the heater managed to keep you warm, which was great. you could say that the car seat is more comfortable than your bed, you could easily sleep here, and the smell of his perfume permeating the car made you take a few deep breaths, your lungs almost exploded with ecstasy. 

you could spend hours describing how you’re looking at the car the whole time, but you would be lying, because you were definitely looking at your teacher next to you, driving attentively, with his hard expression intact, changing only when he pressed his lips together, forming a thin line. his damp hair gave him a sexier touch than usual, his wide-open brown eyes, even though they weren't looking at you, remained enigmatic.

everything he did seemed mesmerizing. the way he operated the car with one hand, looking at the mirrors, or when he changed gears, or when he simply turned on the windshield wipers.

what a handsome man. 

‘’i forgot to ask you where your house is.’’ he said, taking you out of your daydreams and you widened your eyes slightly, soon laughing softly.

‘’yeah, i forgot to mention that too.’’ you said. ‘’do you know belvedere? the neighborhood, i say.’’

‘’oh yeah, i used to go to a pub nearby when i was younger, good days.’’ he nodded, knowing the way. 

you wondered if it would be polite to ask his age. he didn't look that old. he wasn't, actually. but for you, socially, he was old. not that you would care. 

‘’those days are over?’’ you asked, trying to continue the topic respectfully with him, not wanting to sound desperate to talk to him. but oh, you wanted so badly to keep talking to him.

‘’yeah, i think so. when you're a teacher you don't have a lot of time and energy for this kind of thing anymore.’’ he replied, scratching his chin a little, keeping his eyes on the road, eventually glancing at you. ‘’i can barely stay awake until 2am.’’

you laughed respectfully. but you could laugh without respect too, he didn't care as long as he could hear the sound of your laugh and see your cheeks blush.

‘’if it's any consolation, i also can't go past 2am without ending up asleep.’’ you said, being honest. despite being young, you had a tiring routine, you didn't have the time or inclination to go to parties and stay up until the sun came up. 

‘’two old souls, i suppose.’’ he chuckled and you followed suit. you felt good with him, he made you feel comfortable. and strangely needy.

no wonder he was your favourite teacher.

unfortunately, the ride lasted less than you wanted. you only had to indicate a few streets for him to stop in front of the building where you lived. a small building, which was certainly perfect for single people or couples.

''there you go.'' he said, forcing a smile. he wished to spend more time with you, how he wished…

‘’thank you, mr. turner.'' you said, taking off your seat belt, placing your hand on the door handle to open it, the rain was light now, just little sprinkles of water falling. 

well, you should be more grateful for the ride, shouldn't you? just a small act. 

‘’uhm… would you like a cup of tea?’’ you asked shyly.

he had never felt his heart beat as fast as it did now. so fucking fast that he took a while to respond. he doesn't even like tea, but he would never pass up the opportunity to spend more time with you.

‘’yeah, sounds great, if it's not a bother.’’ he answered shortly, paying attention to your face to see if you would change your mind. it was not politically correct in the eyes of society to invite a teacher to have tea in your apartment, both of you knew it.

and as always, you didn't give a fuck.

soon enough, you were unlocking the front door of your apartment, your teacher right behind you, at a considerable distance, even though all he wanted most was to hug you from behind, feel your curves under your dress to know if your body is as warm and soft as he imagines.

you led the way, turning on the lights wherever you passed, opening the door wider so he could enter. your apartment was small, as expected, but it was tidy and cozy. 

‘’just like you,’’ that's what he thought.

he made himself comfortable there while you were in the kitchen. he had no tea preference, he would take whatever you offered him. he looked around a little more, paying attention to every detail of the living room and hallway that led to the bedrooms and bathroom.

the dim lights made the space more cozy and warm, the small plants in the window brought a little more color to the living room, and of course, the books along with the picture frames on the small shelf near the tv were what caught his attention the most. small books of the most diverse genres, but of course literature was what most prevailed, including foreign literature.

he swept his eyes over the photos in the frames. always you, an older woman and a younger girl. he assumed it would be your mother and your younger sister. oh, there was a dog too. such a cute poodle.

it was just normal family photos. except for the absence of a man. not that he thought he should have, he didn't know anything about you at that point, but he couldn't help but think: did you have a father?

why wasn't he in the photos? is that all that you had? your mother, your sister and a dog? 

and then, suddenly, he started to wonder if it was possibly worth risking all of this.

‘’sugar?’’ your voice sounded behind him, making him blink his eyes and look away, his hands hidden in his pants pockets reaching out to grab the cup of warm tea.

‘’thanks.’’ he muttered. 

‘’no, i… asked if you like some sugar on yours.’’ you gestured and he shook his head, taking a sip. lemon balm flavored, a true natural calming agent. you noticed he seemed a little uneasy, but you didn't want to ask him. 

‘’it’s a… cute dog, actually.’’ he said, pointing to the picture with his thumb. you gave a warm smile.

‘’yeah, he was.’’ you agreed, siping your tea. was. so, the dog died. he felt sorry for you, but before he could say something, you pointed to the small couch. ‘’would you like to sit?’’

he sat on the couch after you. the sofa was a two-seater, so it was impossible not to end up leaning against each other, his shoulders pressing against yours gently.

you felt nervous, the silence wasn't embarrassing, but it wasn't very pleasant either. your legs were bent while your hands cupped the cup of tea perfectly. you looked at him in silence, seeing that he was already looking at you long before that, taking note of every single expression on your face.

‘’are you nervous? i can leave if you want.’’ he broke the silence, sounding genuinely concerned that you were feeling insecure or uncomfortable in his presence. that was the last thing he would want to make you feel.

‘’no, i'm just…’’ you said, shaking your head and watching him leave the cup of tea on the coffee table in front of you. but you couldn't lie. and even if you did, he wouldn't believe it. ‘’yeah, i'm nervous. i never... brought a professor here and... i don't know, i'm not used to it.’’

‘’it's ok, darling. i’ve also never been to a student's house before.’’ he sounded honest in his response, wanting you to feel comfortable but not wanting to force you into it. you took another sip of the tea, the hot liquid running smoothly down your throat before you set your cup down next to his. ‘’but i can still leave if you want.’’

‘’i wouldn't have invited you to come if i didn't want you to stay.’’ you replied, summoning all your courage to say it without stuttering, looking at him. a weak smile appeared on his lips, and he felt safe reaching for your left hand that was resting in your lap.

you didn't refuse his touch, your hand rested in his open palm, showing the difference in size between you. his thumb brushed over your skin, making you slightly open your hand, feeling more of the contact between his calloused fingers and yours. your hand was more delicate and soft, the way he always imagined. 

your head felt full and your heart beat faster, but you tried not to tremble, enjoying this touch and the way your palms rubbed gently. 

‘’do you play the guitar?’’ you asked, breaking the silence. he nodded, too distracted by the touch of your hand, but not so much that he doesn't hear you.

‘’i take a little risk. can't say that i'm a professional though.’’ he shrugged softly. you smiled, imagining what it would be like to see him play his guitar. does he play standing up? seated? lying in his bed? does he like to play more elaborate riffs? or something more peaceful and soothing? 

‘’it would be nice to hear you play one day.’’ you commented, and he smiled at the idea. oh, he would love to play for you.

‘’yeah, sounds great. we can go to my place any day, i can play you some tunes.’’ he said. so, was he considering taking you to his flat one day? he gave a crooked smile. ‘’if you like, of course.’’

‘’i would love to.’’ you spoke softly, feeling more comfortable around him, your hand still on top of his. ‘’but... wouldn't there be anyone at home waiting for you?’’

nice shot. it was a good move to ask that. at least you would know if he had someone in his life. you would feel like crap if the answer was yes.

‘’no. i used to have, to be honest.’’ he replied, at the same time you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders, you couldn't be too relieved about it the way he spoke. ‘’but it's in the past, she's no longer part of my life and i couldn't be more relieved than that.’’

you didn't have many details about mr. turner’s romantic life, and that was as close as you could get. the only information you had was that he was divorced. the reason? well, you wouldn't dare to ask. at least not now. you were content to know that at least now, he wasn't with anyone.

you gave a small smile, your hand squeezing his for a short moment before you carefully approached, laying your head on his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't push you away. and he didn't. he relaxed his tense shoulders, wanting you to be more comfortable. his arm went around you, the same way he did to pull you closer to protect you from the rain, but his hand fell a little further, resting on your side. he felt warmer inside.

you kept your head still, your eyes open and your breathing was shaky because you were still nervous, and he did everything he could to make you more comfortable. after all, you had the initiative. the fingers of his other hand ghosted over your face, brushing the strands of hair from your face, loving how silky they were and had a soft watermelon scent.

‘’you smell good.’’ he whispered, complimenting you in a sweet way, trying not to overwhelm you or make it worse. 

‘’thank you.’’ you whispered back, moving your head a little so your nose could get a little closer to his neck, smelling the faint scent of his perfume that was still present on the collar of his shirt. ‘’you also smell good.’’

he smiled at the compliment, even though he thinks it's a lie, since he stayed at campus all morning, smoking on certain occasions and sweating during the hours.

his hand sank into your hair, his fingertips working dedicatedly on your scalp, massaging if softly. it felt like a blessing, your eyes closed immediately at his touch. he smiled, kissing your forehead. he was loving seeing you like this, so relaxed and so serene. because of him.

‘’feels nice, huh?’’ he asked quietly, seeing you open your eyes and look at him. god, how he wishes he could kiss you now. he barely had time to weigh the pros and cons, because when he realized it, your lips pressed against his in a soft kiss.

you felt your breaths mixing, your head emptied, all you thought about was him. 

him. him. him. 

it felt wrong at first, but now, everything was so right and so desirable that you wondered why you had never worked up the courage before. his lips were so inviting, you didn’t even need to feel his tongue invading your mouth to get completely hooked by him, but you still got that taste to feel his tongue swirling on your mouth, almost intertwining with yours. 

his hand pressed harder on your head, just like the hand that was resting in your waist, savoring your curves on his hand. somehow, he felt he was committing a great sin. that he was digging himself into a bottomless hole, and what's worse: he was taking you with him.

you pulled out, sighing softly, your lips were a little pumped and rosy. you opened your eyes, looking at him expectantly. did he liked? will he pull you into another kiss? will he reject you?

‘’i’m sorry.’’ you muttered when you noticed that he stayed silent, fighting a battle against his own mind.

‘’no, ’s not your fault…’’ he whispered back, sighing heavily. ‘’it was good, sweetie.’’

good. so he liked the kiss. 

in fact, he loved the kiss. he could kiss you all day if his mind wasn't so fucked up. you were his student. you were younger than him. you had your whole life ahead of you. and he didn't want to ruin it. he wanted to say he was sorry, that this probably wouldn't work, but it was as if his words were stuck in a lump in his throat.

‘’i think i better go.’’ he finally said, once again trying not to be rude. you hid your disappointment with a weak smile, nodding. 

you felt cold when he moved his body away from yours, standing up and adjusting his clothes. he could barely look at you without feeling a little guilty.

‘’thanks for the tea.’’ he said shortly, glancing at you one last time before opening the front door and leaving. 

you looked at the door, feeling hopeless. the taste of his kiss still remained on your lips, and now, it was tattooed on your mind. you wondered what would become of the two of you now.

this was wrong. you knew that.

but was it so wrong?

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

AHHH thank you so much for sending this <33 i hope these fics make someone as happy as i felt when writing them 🫶

01 — SPARKS FLY

summary: "drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain."/"kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain." The first time you meet Spencer Reid, you swore that you could feel the sparks fly. You figured that it would be unreasonable to ever consider him to be anything more than a friend, and in a moment of selflessness you tell yourself that you are perfectly fine in that position. As time goes on, the line between romantic and platonic love begins to blur indefinitely. But it would be ridiculous to think that the resident genius would feel anything for you... right?

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, happy ending warnings: rated 16+ for canonical criminal minds trauma, drugs/relapsing, torture, therapy, panic attacks/night terrors, guns, death, ‼️always read each fic's individual warnings for triggers‼️ wc (total): 36k

02 — TRAIN RIDES

PART ONE | PART TWO

summary: Spencer Reid prides himself in his routine. Wake up at half-past six. Leave his apartment at a quarter past seven. Get onto the seven thirty train. Arrive at Quantico at eight forty five. He has a plentiful of reasons as to why he does it; it’s efficient, it gets him to the office early, it works. But the biggest reason is the girl that always sits in the seat a few rows across from him, headphones on and always reading a book. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: strangers to lovers, rated G for mutual pining and second hand embarrassment. no use of (Y/N). warnings: fluff, boy band spencer reid (caution, hot!). i tried to write in Spencer’s pov, and with that comes a lot of rambling. i like to think that his mind is running 100 miles an hour, so i tried to write in a style that could implicate that wc (total): 5.2k

03 — GLUE SONG

summary: “but you’re here, and so i love you.” in which spencer realises that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

pairing: s5!spencer reid x fem!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: spencer in a knee brace (tell me why that’s attractive. why does he look good at his worst. face card never declines), he’s genuinely obsessed with you, not proof read oops a/n: thank you so much anon !!!! i’m so sorry it took so long to post; i kept changing and editing it hahaha i hope you enjoy it !! wc: 1.05k

04 — WHEN HE DEFENDS YOU FROM A MISOGYNIST

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader genre: established relationship, aaron is a little (a lot) upset warnings: misogynistic moron >:( reader wears a skirt, if you get the reference ily wc: 631

05 — DETENTION

pairing: damian wayne x fem!reader warnings: rated 16+ for mature themes, coarse language, and mutual pining, guns, stalking, kidnapping, s3xual assault, blood, psychopathic tendencies (not by reader or damian), arson, prayer talk wc: 6k

lots of spencer reid but also a couple of different characters :)) i hope you enjoy these because i had so much fun writing these !! thank you again @ssahotchnerr for sending this to me ahhh !!

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Hi! Could I please request a Brahms x reader, where she happens to stumble across the Heelshire mansion while seeking shelter from a thunderstorm because her car broke down or something? Thank you!

-🩶

Ignorance is Bliss

Brahms Heelshire x Reader

Summary: After desperately needing cover from the storm, Reader finds herself face to face with a strange man. But even against her better judgment, she finds herself wanting to stay.

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident and heavy storms

Word Count: 1,356

A/N: I love writing for Reader x Character first meetings, especially if it's for this man right here. Thank you for your request! (Although she/her is used in the summary & request, no pronouns are used within the actual fic).

It felt like your luck couldn't be any worse than it was right now.

All you wanted was to go on a trip by yourself. You craved that independence, and you wanted nothing more than to prove to yourself that you were capable of taking this leap.

You planned out everything to a tee, but fate was clearly against you.

The trip started out fine, but then your phone's GPS decided to recommend a shorter route to get to your Airbnb.

Since you were already sketched out by driving alone in the dark in an unfamiliar area, you clicked on the new route almost immediately.

However, this new option twisted you through all sorts of rural roads, and you began to feel a pit form in your stomach at being in the middle of nowhere.

The sudden pelting of rain took you by surprise as you continued your drive down the dark path. Not even a sprinkle was seen just moments before, but now the sky was pouring buckets on your small car.

That feeling in your gut only became worse.

You tried slowing down to be more cautious, but it was still almost impossible to see.

In what felt like an instant, the passenger side lurched up and smashed back down, your whole car suddenly beginning to swerve.

You slammed on your brakes but the vehicle continued to veer around no matter how tightly you held the wheel.

It felt like forever had passed before you crashed to a stop. Thankfully, your airbags went off at the right time and prevented you from hitting your body onto the steering wheel.

You let out a groan and took in a few breaths, trying to assess your situation.

Besides a tight pain in your wrist and an already forming bruise on your forehead, you were able to crawl out of your car unscathed.

Squinting through the rain, you saw the front end of your car had wrapped itself around a tree, and it was clear your passenger side tire had popped. This was likely what caused you to veer off the road in the first place.

You let out a sigh and took a look at your phone, instantly realizing you were screwed.

With no cellphone reception, an unusable car, and only a light jacket to keep you warm in this freezing weather, you had no choice but to seek shelter elsewhere.

With a loud groan, you pulled up your hood and headed further down the path, hoping that you would be okay.

After about a mile of walking, you saw faint lights in the rain. You all but sprinted to them, realizing that you somehow stumbled upon a mansion in the middle of nowhere.

You felt a relieved smile form as your numb legs picked up their pace.

You reached the front entrance quickly, pounding on the door as hard as you could.

Murderers and psychopaths, be damned. You were willing to do just about anything to get out of this weather.

After a few moments of no response, you decided to let yourself in.

You weren't about to walk another mile like this, and the owners couldn't be too mad at you for coming in, right? They left the door unlocked anyways.

You crept inside quietly and was amazed at the vast size of the place.

"H-hello?" you called out, voice cracking due to not being used in so long.

You thought you heard some footsteps creaking in another room, but you weren't too sure.

"I'm sorry for just letting myself in," you started. "I got into an accident and need a phone to use."

You waited a bit for a response, but you were met with nothing.

You began to walk further into the home, attempting to search for a sign of the owners or perhaps even a restroom to dry off in.

With your eyes having adjusted to the light, you noticed that the mansion wasn't quite as clean as you would have expected. The floors and stairs were covered in dust, and the place smelled of mildew. If someone was currently living here, they clearly weren't taking care of it very well.

As you rounded the corner, you finally stumbled onto an open room. But as you peaked inside, you about jumped at the boy sitting in front of you.

You almost apologized to him until you noticed the shiny glint of his skin and the cracked lines throughout his face.

It was a doll.

As you stepped closer, your eyes caught sight of a wrinkled and stained note taped to his front.

You gently picked it up to get a better look.

"Rules," you read aloud.

You skimmed through them and tilted your head in slight confusion.

What was this?

You could feel that earlier knot in your stomach begin to twist at the situation. Something didn't feel right about this home or this doll, and it was causing you to become fearful.

You needed to leave.

You whipped back around to find your way outside again, only to be met by a figure.

You dropped the note and let out a small scream, not expecting to see anyone there.

The figured was an unkempt man wearing a porcelain doll mask. He looked a lot like the doll still seated behind you.

"I-I'm sorry!" you squeaked out, not sure exactly what to do. "I shouldn't have just let myself in. I can leave."

The man slowly turned his head from side to side, denying your statement.

"You have to follow the rules," he spoke softly.

Any response to this became stuck in your throat as he began to move closer to you.

You felt frozen in place, knowing that any attempt at running would prove futile. He was blocking the way you came in, and he clearly knew this house better than you did. You were sure you'd become lost.

Once he was only a few inches away from you, he began to kneel down, his eyes never leaving yours.

His hand grazed your leg gently as he picked the note off the floor, his full stature towering over you once again.

He grabbed your hand shakily and placed the note back between your fingers.

He was so close now that you could feel his breath on your face and smell the slight dirt and musk from his skin.

You swallowed tightly and looked at the note again, trying to think of what to do.

"W-well," you began, trying to keep your voice steady. "It's already getting late, so we sh-should probably um..."

You looked at the last rule on the list.

'A kiss goodnight,' it read. With an odd sense of confusion, you realized you weren't immediately repulsed by this. But you assumed it was because you just wanted to make it out alive.

It was too late at night to complete any of the other rules, so you knew that you didn't have much of a choice.

"Lets go to bed, Brahms," you said with uncertainty.

He continued to stare down at you expectantly, waiting for your next move.

You glanced down at the paper once more before carefully reaching up, your face closing the gap between you and him.

His mask felt cool against your lips, sending an odd shiver down your spine.

After just a moment, you began to pull away.

However, you were forcefully met with two strong hands, one grabbing at the side of your face and the other grasping your arm tightly.

He pulled you back to him even closer, his body flush against yours and your lips finding themselves on the mask's mouth once again.

Any chill caused by the rain quickly left your body as everything heated up.

Your eyes widened as your mind raced on what to do.

Everything inside you told you to push him away and make a run for it. But instead, you didn't even try to pull back.

You weren't sure what it was, whether it be desperation or the feeling of being needed, but something told you that you should stay.

And you suppose you would.

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I have an idea for “Have I found you, flightless bird?”!! What if after living with Tangerine for a while, Tan decides to test Y/n to see if she’ll try to run away again, so he leaves her bedroom door unlocked. So when Y/n wakes up in the middle of the night one night, having trouble sleeping, she goes up to the door, sees it’s unlocked, but instead of running away, she goes to try to find Tangerine’s room because she can’t sleep and wants to climb into bed with him? But he finds her before she’s able to get to his room and thinks that she tried to run away again + he had told her before never to leave the room without asking (he’s really mad), but she tries to explain that she wasn’t trying to run away, she just wanted to climb in bed with him because she couldn’t sleep and had a bad dream and was scared… Tan going from 😠 to 🥺 extremely quickly, and also a bit of 😏

OHhh I know this answer is really late, I'm sorry <333, but I absolutely love this idea!! So, I've made this into a little blurb!!!

This is probably the worst night you have had since being forcibly taken from your life.

You’re currently sitting up against the headboard of your bed, shaking like a leaf as you count to eight, waiting for the inevitable sound. 

“-five one thousand, six one thousand, seven one thousand, eight one tho-” Then a clap of thunder loudly interrupts your counting, sending you into tears. You desperately want to be held and feel safe, but how are you going to get that when the only person in the house is a psychopath? As well as the fact that the door to your room is locked from the outside, leaving you helpless and with no choice but to stay on your pink bed and pray that the storm stops. 

You try to distract yourself and trace the floral pattern on your bed, but you see a quick flash of light through your window, and all you can do is anxiously bite your lip and wait for the thunder. When it finally hits, it’s the loudest one of the night, even making the house shake just a bit. But it’s enough for you to yelp, throw the covers off of you, and jump off of the bed onto the cold floor. 

As you quickly run to the door, you plan to give up and call for Tangerine. You just want to be next to someone, anyone. Just as long as you’re not alone. 

You instinctively reach for the door handle and are about to rattle it, but the first turn of the handle opens your bedroom door. You freeze as you let go, letting the door open by itself and reveal the dark hallway. It almost makes you want to turn back into the comfort of your pink room and stuffed animals, but another clap of thunder sends you running to the room Tangerine has been staying in.

Meanwhile, Tangerine puts his hands in his hands and sighs. He also hopes for the storm to pass by, but it’s different in that it’s distracting him from his work. He likes the rain as well as the sound of thunderstorms, but not when he’s been trying to get some information on the latest case he and Lemon have been working on. This guy has been difficult to track, even more difficult to find any sort of information on. And as a result, he’s had a headache for hours now. 

Not only that, but he’s been under more stress because of you. You tried to escape about a week ago, which came as a surprise to Tangerine since you’d been nothing but quiet. He thought you were starting to get used to him and your new home. So when he saw you trying to escape, once again, he knew he was back at square one with you. Then he realized you two never left, you tricked him into thinking you were okay. 

He felt humiliated when he told Lemon, who couldn’t for the life of him stop laughing and making teasing remarks the entire day.

“You couldn’t keep one girl under control? You’re a shit assassin aren't you?” Lemon laughed. 

Tangerine wouldn’t be fooled the next time. For the last few days, he’s left your bedroom door unlocked, to see if you’d pull another stunt. If you did… well, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He figured the two of you weren’t close enough yet that any sort of punishment would take an effect on you. He couldn’t ignore you or send you away to another room for the night or day, that would only make you happy since you don’t want to be anywhere near him. He wouldn’t dare even try to spank you, that would send you even further away from him. He toyed with the idea of taking away your stuffed animals and making you stay in one of the boring guest rooms instead of your room that was perfectly designed for you, but those were your only sources of comfort. He didn’t want to take that away from you. 

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the sound of feet running closer to his office then right past it. 

Oh, I’ve got you now, love. 

Tangerine quickly rises from his chair and pulls open his office door, fully ready to see you taking off down the stairs. 

“And just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He says angrily.

You whip around when you hear his voice. All the fear you felt before of him goes away when you see him from the doorway of some room you haven’t been in, always being told “don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

You don’t know if it’s because you are so deathly afraid of the thunder, or the chill you feel all over your body, or if it’s the fact that you haven’t seen anybody in so long, but you're in a floaty headspace. One that makes you feel small and easily damaged. And when you look at Tangerine, for the first time ever he is your safe haven. And you just know that if he held you in his arms, you would feel okay. You try to ignore the furious look on his face and start walking towards him, your tears finally falling. 

“I thought I told you not to leave-”

Tangerine, first angry, is confused then very concerned as you walk closer to him. When he hears your sniffle and hiccup, he meets you halfway down the hallway. Grunting when you crash and fall into his chest, crying your eyes out. You would’ve fallen, your knees deciding to give out, but Tangerine pulls you so close to him that your legs dangle.

“Oh, darling. What’s wrong? Is it the storm?” He asks softly, stroking your back and cooing when you nod against his chest. He feels you trembling in his arms, your endless shaking and sobbing has Tangerine’s heart into two. But then he’s reminded of the fact that you came to him, you decided yourself that he would make you feel better. Then Tangerine starts to feel proud of himself, despite doing nothing. 

“It’s okay now, it’s alright. I’ve got you now, haven’t I?” He then brings you up higher and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and nod your head into his neck. Your nightgown rises up, just barely covering your ass and exposing your legs. You would be cold, but one of Tangerine’s big, warm hands is under your bum, holding you up. And the other is stroking one of your thighs around his waist. Then you feel his lips against your head and the storm no longer exists. Only you and Tangerine. 

“Wasn’t trying to leave, p-promise.” You hiccup and flinch at the thunder. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry for being angry, dove, probably scared you, huh?” Tangerine whispers into your ear. You nod your head against him. 

“Wasn’t very nice of me was it?” 

“Nuh-uh.” You admit.

Then you feel movement and wonder if he’s taking you somewhere. You lift your head and see you are back in your room. You tighten your arms and legs around Tangerine, signaling that you don’t want to be alone. 

“If I give you a cuddle, can you forgive me?” 

“Yes, please.”

“I should be the one begging you.” Tangerine tickles your sides, making you squeal and jump in his arms.

“Oh, please forgive me, my love.” He continues poking your sides and nuzzling his head into your neck, his hair and mustache tickling you. With tears still in your eyes, you giggle and try to push him away from you, but you’re trapped in his arms.

“Stop it, stop it! Okay-”

“Oh, (y/n), I’ll do anything. Please forgive me.” Tangerine mumbles into your neck, then throws you on the bed and starts peppering kisses all over your face, squeezing your hips and pinching your sides. You giggles and screams for him to quit it making him smile.

“I forgive you! Just stop it!” You yell with a smile on your face, the weather outside completely forgotten. You sigh when Tangerine takes his hands off of you, you suddenly feel cold again. Then he plants a long kiss on your head before getting up, making your heart pick up nervously.

“Let me just change out of my clothes real quick, lovey.”

“No!” You shout and quickly cover your mouth, shocked at your own reaction. But the thought of having to be alone again, even if it’s just for a few minutes, brings back your tears. “I’m sorry, just don’t want to be alone.”

“It’s just going to be for a moment, I promise. You won’t be comfortable laying on me with my suit on.” 

“I don’t care, just take it off. Just don’t leave me, please.” You pout up at him from your spot on your bed. And Tangerine is immediately unbuttoning his vest and shirt for you. You didn’t quit realize it yet, but any time you flashed him your pout, he was on his knees for you, ready to do anything you wanted. This feeling became even worse when it was paired with your teary eyes. 

When he was down to just his boxers, Tangerine climbed into bed with you. This wasn’t the first night he had slept with you, but it was one where you cuddled into his side and placed an arm on his bare chest. You closed your eyes and breathed in his scent as you quickly fell into your slumber. Because of this, you didn’t feel the quickness of Tangerine’s heartbeat right under your hand. 

Soon enough, the only thing Tangerine can hear are your quiet snores and even breaths. This is how it should be. He knows that when you wake up, you’ll be mortified at your actions and the events that took place, but he places it in the back of his mind and pulls you closer. Smiling when you snuggle closer to him and say very quietly, “thank you.”

[artsandstoriesandstuff]

I have a few questions about the robo sleuths world that I’m genuinely curious about

Sorry if this is to many questions! you have no obligation to respond and feel free to ignore!

What is the logistical reason a person would become a robot in your universe, and in addition, how much of them gets turned into a robot? “Just a few limbs or the whole shabang? Are those parts of them damaged or rusted by water? Is swimming out of the picture? Rodney obviously looks like his “skin” is made out of metal, so how was his consciousness and brain kept intact? Did they just shove it in the robot? Or other fancy sci-fi business?

Sorry, that was a mouthful! Your world is just really interesting and it’s got me immersed and thinking about logistics! Hats off to you pal!

It's not too many questions, don't worry!! :)

((Edit: about a third of the way through this post I realized it'd be a lot more fitting to call these humans-turned-robots "robos" given it's literally in the title lol))

I may stray slightly off-topic to add some more lore things... but I'll do my best to answer them all so get ready for a lore post!! >:)

1

I kinda spoofed it the last time I talked about it, but the most common reason a person is turned into a robo is to change their appearance for a variety of reasons; a large chunk of these people just want to be more attractive (which more often then not disappoints them greatly). The second most common reason, which I think is the most logistical, would be medical reasons. This too comes in many different forms. Some people are terminally ill and simply want to continue living as a robo, some can't function well on their own and need support, some are already dead and turned into a robo against their will, etc. For the vast majority of these people, only their brain is used. More specifically, their brain (and possibly nervous system) are intricately wired to the robo... it's a very complex process. Sometimes parts can't be salvaged and the robo model is adapted to reflect that. Sometimes... in some cases, their entire body is put into the model. Usually to assist mobility, sometimes because the person is a psychopath. /hj Speaking of which, most people turned into robos get to choose their design. In the scenario they can't choose for whatever reason, either someone decides for them, the doctor chooses a "fitting" model based on their situation, or they just go with one of a few generic options.

2

Given it is still metal, the robos would unfortunately rust over time with water exposure. However, given the robo uses more brain power as opposed to electricity found in regular robots, it's less likely that water would kill them as opposed to just being a large inconvenience. Despite this swimming would still be a terrible idea as the chance of malfunctioning is still there; this does increase the bigger the robo/the more technology used. A passing of water, say, a fountain or even a rain storm, generally won't affect a robo, though.

3

Would you believe it but practically all the robos have metal skin- But that aside, in the case of Rodney (and many others, as touched on before) it's literally kind of both. A very intense process is required to hook up the brain and other body parts to the machine, but they really do just take out the brain and stick it in the robo in a way.

Bonus

And since I'm thinking about it... the more a brain is damaged when it's used for a robo, the more electronics it needs to function properly. Damage can often occur during the surgery. Thankfully, more often than not, a brain containing electronics won't cause too much of a difference to the robo other than the occasional glitch. But if too much of the brain is replaced, or if the surgery is done wrong, it leads to memory loss for the robo. Such as in the case of Lou, whe-💥💥💥💥

...okay I'm still slightly keeping hidden what happened to Lou as I want it to be a surprise but as compensation, I'll share a 'fun' fact about Rodney!

He got prompted into becoming a robo because of a gunshot wound to the head.

The reason for being shot though? I can't say!! Yet.

But jokes aside though THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!! You have no idea how much I've been needing to yap about the Robo Sleuths LMAO

If something doesn't make sense though feel free to let me know... I'm aware the information is a bit convoluted here.

(The asks that actually make me think about my series are genuinely the best)

((Wait actually... you guys should send me more lore asks about the robo sleuths and I'll answer what I can!!!))

[nyubiecore]

Paris In The Rain ☆ kim sunwoo

a the boyz sunwoo oneshot

" walking down an empty street puddles underneath our feet "

kim sunwoo x fem reader

genre : fake relationship , frenemies to lovers , fluff , kiss

in which the fake relationship you both agreed upon started to feel too real to be fake in Paris , the City of Love

a beep noise came from your phone , notifying you of a new message

you reached for your phone beside you as you pressed the on button , now displaying a selfie of you and sunwoo that you guys took before taking off

you checked the message from sunwoo :

" wyd "

" taking a shit "

" why'd you even bring your phone w/ you to the toilet "

" jk " " just chilling at the balcony " " why? " seen by sunwoo

you only roll your eyes and enjoyed the view of Paris in the rain. you've heard from your mom that Paris looks the most beautiful when it rains . you smile to yourself as you take some pictures of the Eiffel Tower from your hotel room to show to your mom

your class had arranged a week trip to Paris in the holidays , you got to share rooms with your best friend , Yoora for the week

at first , you didn't want to go since it costs a hefty amount of money but since you figured it would be one of the last memories in high school so why not , since your apparent fake boyfriend offered to pay half of it that you thanked him for the thought but still pay all of them off yourself - with some help from your parents of course

" why why? is it sunwoo? " Yoora asked from inside the room where she sat on the bed

you looked over your shoulder , " yeah , but he put me on read " you said in your most annoyed tone

she smiled " this is good times , you should go on a date with him tomorrow since we're free anyways "

" i won't bother " you replied

she let out a huff in defeat " hey you guys are couples in love , we are in the city of love , do you see my point right here? "

you stopped on your track then moved to join her inside " does it look like that? do you really think he's in love with me? "

" are you a fucking fool? everyone could see that you moron "

" what do you mean? "

" ask any of our classmates who've never seen him staring at you hopelessly , and that one time you almost fainted in class that he escorted you to the nurse's office even if he knows he needs to pass that class " Yoora said half defeated " don't keep denying it Y/N , cut yourself some slack will you? just because of that jerk you saw last summer and it didn't work out make you think it'll never work out , okay? " she continues comforting your overthinking self

you were silenced

since you guys started this agreement just because of some petty ex-boyfriend of yours who's currently a psychopath that would chase you all the way down the worm's hole to get back with you

and his possessive fangirls who'd never shut up and chase him everywhere , there's not one person in your class that has found out about this agreement and only compliments about how cute you guys are

at some point , you yourself were confused about this. is it really fake? since the last 3 month you guys became the school's hottest ship , it would be a lie to say that you've never had a thought to actually put hope in this relationship and never fluttered upon his actions

like that one time you didn't answer his text because you were crying over the miserable life you were put in and he searched for you all over town until he found you , finally hiding at the playground all by yourself

but all of those thoughts didn't last long as you kept hearing voices about how he is bad news , that he's a big red flag and that one time he cheated on 3 girls at the same time

some oil were also poured into the flame by his fans who couldn't sit back and watch you guys happy and always , searched for any possible chances to judge you , trample you and gaslight you that sometimes you even felt so small that you were scared to even face them at some point

you snapped out of your thoughts when you felt your arms getting swayed by Yoora

" girl? Y/N? gosh stop with the daydreaming , the doorbell rang , go check it out will you? " she said

you blinked your eyes , coming back to your senses as you rush to the door

you pushed down the door knob , opening the door revealing sunwoo , in his comfortable hoodie over his head and a hot pink colored umbrella on his right hand

" wanna go for a night walk , princess? " he said in an attempt to charm you

sunwoo always likes to give you pet names but since last time you guys watched a classic movie about the royal family , he started to call you princess and couldn't stop talking about it

your heart fluttered a bit but you couldn't possibly show him that " in this weather? " you ask ridiculed

his brow hanged higher than the other as he showed off the umbrella on his hand

" in this? " you continued as you looked at yourself in a graphic pajama set

his lips corner curled up , " if you'd like to , i won't mind but i could wait here if you mind the cute fit " he chuckled to himself

you gave him an eye as you asked him to wait while you go put on a proper clothes for the ocassion as Yoora give you the eyes

by a few minutes , you came back out in a white sleeved crop top and black loose jeans

sunwoo stood on his feet as he checks you out

you roll your eyes " keep your eyes to yourself would you? "

he smirked " sorry to offend you princess "

you guys walked to the lobby and sunwoo leads you along the revolving door until you guys came outside the hotel , taking in the scent of the rain and the sound of Paris's bustling streets

walking on the sidewalks of the road , sunwoo opened the umbrella that mostly covered you

" what's with this hot pink umbrella? " you laugh

" shut up " he said as he roll his eyes

" hehe"

you wanted to say something about how his other hoodie side that were exposed to the rain were clearly wet but you knew he wouldn't bother.

while walking , you came over a wine shop

you look at sunwoo who were already looking at you as you smile cheekily

" can you read my mind? " you asked as you nudged sunwoo's side

" I can't read minds but I can see what's in front of us " he replied

you nudged harder to his side as you rushed to cross the streets

after a successful attempt of buying the cheapest wine , you guys were seated at one of the bench near the Eiffel Tower

you drank straight from the wine bottle and swallowed the berry flavor.

the rain had stopped raining by this time

sunwoo just looks at you

you took in the view of the big Eiffel Tower in front of you. far from what you expected , you couldn't actually hold your liquor as much as you thought you could.

you grunts as you leaned into the bench

" I'm so glad that I'm here now , right? " you turned your head towards sunwoo who were quietly looking at you

he smiled to himself as he nods softly " me too "

maybe it was the air , maybe it was the wine - it should be the wine - but you felt like you were free off pressures and your right mind because …

you smiled cheekily " did you know? that none of our classmates suspected our relationship? " you chuckled " I mean , it's such a sudden thing but how could they be so gullible , right? " you said as you chuckle

sunwoo stayed quiet - furious? - as he reached for the bottle of wine and took a sip of it

you watch him as he put the bottle down " oh? did we kiss just now? ommo ommo " you said as you laugh drunkenly

he only kept quiet as he avoids eye contact with you

" hey , I'm sad that you act so relaxed over my first kiss " you say making a sad expression

" princess , that's not a real kiss okay? it's just an indirect kiss " he said earning a nudge to his side

you look up at the Eiffel Tower , " did you know? I heard from that if you go to watch the Eiffel Tower in the rain with your lover , your love will last for a long long time " you said drunkenly

" who says that? " sunwoo asked

" me! " you said as you pointed to yourself and chuckle

" then, we're going to be lovers aren't we? "

" ey , how can the kim sunwoo of Daeryeon High date a nobody like me. you won't know how much it takes to date you even if it's fake " you let out a huff

" why is it hard? "

" your lover would have to see your table full of gifts from girls prettier than her everyday , don't even mention the judging eyes she'll get from your die hard fans too , oww even talking about it sends me shivers to the bone " you say hugging yourself on the bench

he stopped on his track. it's not like he never knew how bad girls who've had relationship with him got bashed. it's just , since you he started to feel eager to keep the relationship though he knows you're having a hard time , ofc he tries to protect you at all cost tho

" so you won't do the role? " he laughs

" do you want me to? " you jokingly say as you make eye contact with his sweet eyes

the sudden eye contact only triggered sunwoo and you didn't really mind it since you were drunk and everything

he looked away , his cheeks slightly tinted with pink blush " what if I say I want , then what will you do then? "

you stopped , " hek " you got hiccups. you embarrassingly cover your mouth and looked forward

he smiled looking at you " we should go now " he stands up as he wrapped his arms on your side holding you steady while you hold the wine bottle on your hand

maybe because of the late hours or the choice of way , the streets seems a bit more quiet not in a spooky way , just comfortable? or maybe it was because of your company? you didn't know anymore as the alcohol takes control of your brain

along the road , you saw a flower shop that were still open and many bouquet and varieties of flowers from the glass

" pretty tulips " you said drunkenly

he looked at the flower shop

" wait here " he said before abandoning you outside the flower shop

he ran back out in a few minutes with a few tulips wrapped in his hand then hands it to you

" what is it? oh! tulips! " you say as you clap repeatedly

he only smiled as you take the tulips from his hand

you guys continue the walk as it freshen you up

but the unstraight walk didn't go away

" princess , can't you walk straight? it's dangerous "

you only chuckled " hey do you like me? why do you call me princess all the time , it made me flutter.. " the last part was said in a lower voice

he only shake his head

you kept the unstraight walk until you wanted to cross the road that you almost did carelessly

when a bicycle almost hit you , that you felt a hand on your elbow pulling you back from the road , turning your body to the owner of the hand and sending your tulips to bounce to the sky

panicked sunwoo is now a few inches to your face , you could smell the light scent of wine from his breath that were fanning your face

" gosh you're so clumsy " he said but didn't break the close proximity

your eyes broke into an emotional eyes " hey , can you stop making my heart flutter? do you know how much I started to like you since 3 months ago? "

he was taken aback for a bit but the emotions left his eyes as it went to your lips

" what if I like you " he said

" don't make those kinds of jokes , it hurts "

you said before seeing your tulips that is now stuck on one of the tree branches

you point at it " my tulips "

sunwoo looked at the spot you pointed to , him being a few cm lower from the branch helped as he reached for it

it became a failed attempt , so he held the end of the branch and shake it lightly sending the tulips to almost reach the ground when you and sunwoo tried to prevent if from falling

reaching for it , both of you accidentally held hands - with tulips in it - and were faced in the same proximity from just now

you turned to face him , you scanned his delicate face

you never cared how sharp his nose and his jawline is - also the fact that he's much more handsome than you imagined , you were pretty much in awe

" your nose is so well sculptured "

" stop that , princess "

" stop that pet name "

" what if I like you that's why I give these pet names? "

you stopped on your track

" you're kidding "

" are you still drunk? "

you look at him ridiculously " umm.. no? "

" then I should prove it to you " he said before bringing his hand to both your jawline and pulled your face closer to his bringing your lips together

the kiss was slow but you can feel the adrenaline pumping in your brain and your heart rate soaring

sunwoo pulled away a few seconds after

you look at him , still ridiculed " what does that kiss mean? "

" I'm sorry for stealing away your first kiss , but I do actually like you and the reason all of our classmates didn't find out isn't because they're gullible but because I liked you for real and I show my gestures to you " he said

you could see his vulnerable gaze towards you , you could fall in love in that gaze every time and now , you're sure , you're in love with him

" can I kiss you back? " you asked

" if you kiss me now , it means you are my girlfriend , real girlfriend and I won't want to let you go anytime near " he said smiling

you smiled widely as you connected your lips with his into a kiss you knew you could never forget for a long time

the kiss was firm as he wrapped his arms around your body and your arms going to wrap his neck

you pulled away for air as you tasted the last remaining taste of wine lingering on your lips

" should we go now , princess? " he asked making you flutter

you got up and wrapped your arms on his neck , gave him a peck " we should , prince " you smirked as you walked along the empty lane with him

sneakily , he reached for your hand and held it

" I guess a walk in the rainy Paris actually helped huh? " he said

-end-

thank you for reading , i think this one is kind of awkward since i'm not really good at writing these types of things so please cut me some slack :>

[ladyelissarose]

‘Awful Choice’

‘COD IMAGINE’

To calm your nerves during an intense mission, you make it a point to sing lowly, to the point where it almost blends with the wind in a united melody. But sometimes your songs choices can be creepy and send chills up someone’s spine.

Your calling is ‘Melody’ and the song you’re singing is ‘Panic Room’ by Au/Ra

You 3 are searching inside an abandoned building, during a dark and lightning thunderstorm...

Melody who’s taking advantage of the echoing in the building; ‘Hell raising, hair raising... 

 I'm ready for the worst

So frightening, face whitening

Fear that you can't reverse’

Soap who is already terrified of the darkness and soft falling rain;

Melody, lass, please.. ya couldn’ pick somethin’ else eh? Like a Katy Perry song?’

Ghost who is actually enjoying this;

‘Let her continue Johnny, it’s actually calming my nerves.’

Soap rolling his eyes and ignoring the chill going up his arms and spine; ‘Jeeeeesus these guys are psychopaths..’

Melody continuing while smiling to herself proudly at Ghost’s words;

‘My phone has no signal

It's making my skin crawl

The silence is so looooooud’

Soap about to pass out after seeing a lighting flash through the window;

‘No no no’

Melody right behind him; ‘Welcome to the panic room

Where all your darkest fears are gonna

Come for you...’

Ghost whispering in the darkness in front of him; ‘Come for you, come for you...’

Soap hugging his legs swaying on the floor; ‘I want to go hooome.’

On the next mission...

Price who’s partnering up everyone;

‘So for this one, Soap, Ghost and Melody will be partnered-‘

Soap on his knees hugging Price’s legs;

‘Please don’t let me stay with them!!’

Melody showing Ghost a new playlist;

‘I like this one! It’s called ‘Demons’ by Imagine Dragons-‘

Ghost’s eyes widening in approval;

‘I like it.. Sing that one next time’

Melody and Ghost fist bumping;

‘Deal’

Price who kind of comprehends what’s up but doesn’t give much of a damn;

‘Just sing along Soap.. I promise you won’t feel as lonely or scared anymore.’

Soap looking at Melody and Ghost; 😳😱

Melody and Ghost eyeing him back;😎💀

[keouil]

as long as the sun remains the sun

"rise and shine, boys!" mattsun yells over the drowsy first years, banging pots and pans together. "rome wasn't built in a day!" "we're japanese!" tsukishima barks. 5k. iwaizumi/oikawa/kageyama. camping!au. also on ao3.

Asahi is the one who breaks first.

“WHAT THE FRICK!!” came a decidedly shrill, possibly embarrassing, surely pathetic scream from over all the way at the other side of the camp that had Iwaizumi snap his head in that direction and Oikawa inch closer to him almost imperceptibly.

"Don't tell me—" Suga shakes his head at the same time Daichi curses low under his breath, "What now."

A dozen things happen at once in rapid succession.

Noya sprints to the direction of the voice, Hinata close on his tail because he was basically His Tail. Ennoshita scrambling after them after Suga hissed at him to not just stand there and follow. Yahaba quirking an eyebrow at the elementary choice of a curse word, Narita catching his judgment and getting all up in his space until he apologized, Tanaka acting as his back-up.

Daichi, who had so far been in the middle of a passionate rant detailing Karasuno’s dependability when it came to these things—What things, Mattsun interjected. Roughhousing and getting our hands dirty, Suga supplied proudly—when Asahi all but debunked it in less than the time it took for Makki to count heads as soon as they arrived at the campsite.

“Your kid is missing,” Makki comments, looking over the list of attendees.

“Ours?” Oikawa asks, at the same time Daichi stands up, “Probably mine.”

Makki looks back and forth between them, suddenly feeling unsteady on his feet and fumbling around for an out. Iwaizumi knows exactly the reason why, and voices it out loud for everyone to hear: “It’s Kageyama.”

Again, a dozen things happen at once.

Daichi gasps out in horror, head whipping around the campsite.

Mattsun palms his forehead, already dreading the absolutely normal reaction he was absolutely going to get from Oikawa.

Suga decides he wants to permanently end Iwaizumi’s life for the multiple grave offenses he’d been committing against his soul throughout the day: getting the last window seat on the bus, being a loud snorer, breathing near him and making it his problem, choosing gluten-free marshmallows at the rest stop like a deranged psychopath. He told him as much at check-out, You’re a deranged psychopath and I don’t trust my first years with you, Suga admonished. Likewise, Iwaizumi replied, looking menacingly down at the copious amounts of sugary pastries in his basket. And you’re not feeding my first years this shit.

And really it was that bold and unfounded sense of entitlement that had Suga adding another box, more out of sheer spite than anything as he passed him, glaring, Watch me.

"We've been here less than an hour," Makki looks around in confusion, exasperated. "How have we already lost one of them. What exactly could have happened in less than an hour."

Suga and Daichi look at each other.

"Hinata," they say at the same time. 

-

They find Kageyama lost in the woods.

It’s Iwaizumi, best tracker on the team and just generally more adaptable to wilderness survival, who finds him holding onto his duffel bag for dear life under the bark of an ancient looking tree. He apparently challenged Hinata to a race on who can get to the campsite first and got thoroughly sidetracked by the similar looking trees and having ostensibly no sense of direction or self-preservation, huddled in an open area easily accessible to rain or wild animals.

Iwaizumi sighed and mentally noted for later: Teach Kageyama basic life skills, that he then revises to, Make Sugawara teach Kageyama basic life skills.

“Kageyama,” he says, approaching the clearing. Kageyama’s head snaps up and the look of such open relief on his face tugs at Iwaizumi’s heart a little, because it really was so easy, to slip into a senpai complex for someone like him. “You okay?”

Kageyama blinks. "I-Iwaizumi-san," he starts hesitantly, standing up on shaking legs. "I—"

"Got lost," Iwaizumi answers for him. "I know. We've been looking for you for a while."

Kageyama flushes. "You have?"

"You mean you haven't been hearing your vice captain call your name bloody for the past hour?" Iwaizumi tries for a joke. Only it's not really, because Suga was swearing himself raw, if not for Daichi reminding him to preserve his voice for later. 

But Kageyama still just blinks, still so disoriented, still so wet behind the ears no matter the facade he puts up.

"Right then," Iwaizumi clears his throat, beckoning him over. "Let's go."

Kageyama all but trips over his feet to follow after him, clutching his bag even tighter to his chest as he hangs off Iwaizumi’s every word.

“The next time you find yourself lost in the woods,” he starts explaining. “Try tracking the movement of the sun.” When he looks over to check if Kageyama was listening, instead notes the absolute gobsmacked expression on his face in return, amends just as quickly: "Oh, he says. “You can just — follow the sunset.”

Kageyama begins vehemently nodding, scrambling to get a notebook out and listing all the other things Iwaizumi was rattling off about when it came to Camping Survival 101. Don't eat this, he points to a patch of enticing ivy. Only drink from fresh water sources like rivers or streams, he adds. But if you find yourself in a pinch, carve out an opening from a tree and wait for the water to follow.

By the time they make it back to camp, Oikawa has half the Karasuno team—and some of Seijoh—in a formation line much like a militant officer does with its army lines, barking out orders to fan out across the different areas of the campsite. Go to the forest, ordered Oikawa at Noya. Try the trail behind the waterfalls, he yelled at Kyotani.

Daichi and Suga sported uniform looks of indignation as Oikawa looked an hour away from splitting his hair out in frustration.

“If someone doesn’t get Tobio back by midnight,” he warns the rest. “I swear to G—”

Iwaizumi coughs.

Oikawa doesn’t turn, doesn’t even acknowledge his return. He senses it, Iwaizumi knows, the change in the air and the very real presence Kageyama takes up in any space. So instead his shoulders just stiffen, tilting his head their way just so.

“I mean,” Oikawa coughs, loudly and not at all awkwardly. “Tobio can sleep in the rain for all I care!” he claps. “Right then, back to unpacking!"

-

Naturally, as with all order of things, sleeping arrangements go by as smoothly as everyone expects.

“No.”

“At least look at it.”

“No.”

"You didn't even look!"

"I said no."

Yamaguchi looked like he was tempted by the devil himself to throw a log Kunimi’s way. “Oi,” he hisses, growing annoyed. “What’s so wrong with this sleeping bag? It’s the same as everyone else’s.”

Kunimi cast a bored glance at the pack Yamaguchi was holding up, all neatly folded and prepped for use. “It’s orange,” he deadpans. “I hate orange.”

“It’s just a color!” yells Yamaguchi. “It functions exactly the same!”

“Then why don’t you use it?” Kunimi lifts a brow. Behind them, they can hear Hinata yelling at Kageyama to move his sleeping bag by the outskirts of the camp, his longer than usual pack taking up half the space designated for the first years. Kindaichi looked equally awkward trying to fit himself and his belongings in what little space they were allowed to take up. “If it’s basically the same thing anyway?”

Yamaguchi breathes once, twice. “It’s not for me,” he explains slowly. “None of our sleeping bags fit Tsukki. He needs a longer one like Kageyama’s.”

Kunimi crosses his arms in defiance. “And that’s my problem because?”

Yamaguchi has half the mind to call out for Daichi, or Iwaizumi, or literally anyone else who could demonstrate even a modicum of empathy so clearly lacking in Kunimi. 

"You don’t even need it!” he gestures wildly to the mint green one by his legs. “You can use the large one like everyone else’s! Tsukki can't use anything else but extra large!”

Kunimi huffs, brushing past him. “I’m not like everyone else,” delivered in the same cadence as a main character in a 2000s romcom who finally decides she's better than everyone and doesn't need a man to fulfil her needs both emotionally and physically. 

"What the fuck," Yamaguchi swears under his breath as he stared after him.

He turns his head in time to see Hinata and Kageyama running around and demanding Kindaichi to share his insect repellant spray, along with some of the manga he brought, telling him to not be so selfish and stop hoarding all the survival items. Iwaizumi stops them all with a glare and forces Kindaichi to share, Hinata to shut up, and Kageyama to let him know if he needs anything else. 

"What the fuck," Yamaguchi swears under his breath as he stared after them.

-

By the time dinner rolls around, everyone is either pissy (first years), amused (second years), or elated (third years). 

They were all lounging about the makeshift campfire that took all afternoon to build, the warmth of the fire lighting up everyone's features along with the moonlight streaming in through the gaps in the trees. It was unusually cold that night, a breeze in the air that began from deep in the forest until it tapered out to just north of chilly in their site. But even so, the expressions on everyone's faces felt far more frosty.

Oikawa is the first to pick up the tension.

He leans over to whisper as much to Daichi, who was busy arranging the logs in the fire. “I think,” he starts curiously. "Something is going on."

Daichi looks up to survey around the camp, taking stock of his own kin and then some.

Hinata and Kageyama are, predictably, huffing and puffing and very pointedly looking away from each other because God knows what and who has the time. Yamaguchi has been apologizing for the better part of ten minutes, very nearly close to begging to a Tsukishima who hasn't even so much as glanced his way, because God knows what and who has the time. Kunimi and Kindaichi are the only ones who at least look mildly cohabitative, but then again Daichi thinks he’s never seen them be anything but bored and nervous, respectively and in equal measures.

His eyes trail over everyone—in various states of pissed, amused, elated—before giving up and shrugging, “God knows what and who has the time.”

But evidently, Suga and Iwaizumi do.

“Well well well,” Suga cooes, straddling up to where the first years were, sensing turmoil between Yamaguchi and Kunimi. "What say we turn those frowns upside down?"

"Oh god," Yamaguchi audibly groans into his hands. "Please stop."

Kunimi looks on in horror at a grinning Suga, slowly inching away from the fire before Iwaizumi clamped a hand on his shoulder, "Not so fast."

Yamaguchi and Kunimi lock eyes in a rare moment of unity. There was an internal conversation happening in the span of a second, before both of them, as if on cue, break open.

"HE WON'T GIVE ME HIS BAG!"

"HE WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Iwaizumi puts both his palms up. "Bedside voices, boys," he chides, stern. Suga instinctively took a step back at the sound, but rights himself on time as he comes up next to Iwaizumi. "Yes yes," he agrees. "What he said."

Across the crackling of the fire, Daichi looks on impassively as Oikawa sports a drool.

"Think we should do something?" Daichi nods to the almost ridiculous scene of Yamaguchi and Kunimi both kneeling by the dirt, heads bowed low in shame as Iwaizumi rattled off about team camaraderie and the importance of communication. Suga was animatedly agreeing along to whatever he was saying and sporting his own That's right! That's right! comments from time to time. "We are technically their captains."

"Captains, shmantains," Oikawa mumbles distractedly, and when Daichi turns to look, notes in annoyance his attention wasn't even directed at the scolding but more so the matters of Iwaizumi's backside in shorts. "We do enough. We work hard. We earned this."

Daichi coughs awkwardly. "Earned what, exactly."

Oikawa doesn't even budge, stars shooting out of his eyes as he gave possibly the most obvious and inappropriate once-over Daichi has ever seen in his life. And he's seen Tanaka with Kiyoko.

"This," he says, gesturing to Iwaizumi and in Oikawa's words, "glorious display of aesthetic athleticism."

-

They threaten everyone with suicide runs the next morning.

If there was anything at all both third years unanimously agreed on—aside from their perverse sense of ownership over exactly who it was that raised Kageyama, with Iwaizumi putting up a surprisingly good fight—it was the equally perverse sense of joy they derived from torturing underclassmen. The sun was glaringly bright, the blue of the clouds so open, and the ringing voices of their seniors all the more jarring.

"Rise and shine, boys!" Mattsun yells over the drowsy first years, banging pots and pans together. "Rome wasn't built in a day!"

"We're Japanese!" Tsukishima barks, putting the covers back up on his head. 

Suga just yanks his blanket from his sleeping bag, earning him a death glare he expertly deflects with a smile that was deceptively way too chipper for someone he swears he heard yelling at Daichi during Golden Week to shut his phone up or he was going to hurl it across the Pacific Ocean.

"Japanese, Yappanese," Makki strolls over to shake Kageyama and Hinata off of their matching sleeping bags. "Today, you're all under our command."

Hinata just rolls over Kageyama. 

Kageyama just lets him.

Makki curls a brow, a single foot raised to kick them before Oikawa gets there first, pushing him away. "I got it," he says. "Jesus Christ, Makki, they're children."

"We're sixteen!" bites out Tsukishima again, who was now being forcibly dragged by Mattsun along with Kunimi and Kindaichi to the shower stalls. "And we have legal rights! My brother will hear about this!"

"Your aniki will be glad someone finally put your spoiled ass in place," Daichi declares, trying to separate Hinata from their tangle of limbs. From his peripheral, he can see Asahi gently trying to get Yamaguchi to stop mumbling in his sleep. "He sends his regards by the way! Saeko-neesan too, Tanaka!"

"Tobio," Oikawa crouches, rocking his sleeping bag. "Tobio," he says again, shaking his shoulder. "Tobio," he hisses directly next to him. Nothing. Oikawa breathes once, twice, before standing up and very pointedly bringing a leg up to stamp on him before Iwaizumi, too, beats him to it.

"What the fuck," he swears, putting a hand out to stop him. "So much for them being children!"

Oikawa has his mouth open to retort, before a ball of orange fur snowballs its way past them and lumps itself together again with the black mass that was Kageyama. They hear Daichi stomping over the next second, cursing under his breath at Hinata for once again getting past him. 

"Kageyama.." Hinata mumbles into his hair sleepily, and to their horror, sees Kageyama actually melting into the embrace almost unconsciously. "Think... someone's calling.. Let's.. ignore.. if.. Tsukishima."

-

By the time they wrangle everyone awake and slap water on their faces, Daichi and Oikawa are only too happy to introduce them to the 10-km hiking trail everyone was required to complete.

"Mind," recalls Oikawa, looking over his nails in boredom. "We heard there were some snakes in the more woodsy areas."

"Bears too," adds Daichi, grinning.

"Bears too," affirms Oikawa, also grinning.

Kyotani and Tanaka try to run. 

Iwaizumi hauls them both back by the necks of their shirts, all pearly white teeth in the shit-eating grin on his face when he dumps them back on the line. Hinata shudders and rapidly gets his phone out, shaking hands wobbly typing out his last will and testament to an incoherent text meant for Kenma; when a hand shoots out to yank it out of his hands. Mattsun, grinning down on him like a feline cat, as he then began patting everyone down and demanding they surrender their electronics. Next to him, they can hear Yamaguchi pleading for his life to a bored Makki. 

Suga doesn't answer to a single one of their cries for help.

Asahi just hid cowardly behind him.

Daichi whistles to get everyone’s attention. 

“Alright then,” he grins over the growing crowd and uses their agony to fuel his adrenaline higher. Oikawa was doing the same. “With this, we formally welcome you to the Annual Karasuno-Seijoh Summer Teambuilding Camp!”

Oikawa’s smile fades a little at that. “I thought we agreed on Seijoh-Karasuno?”

“Are you perhaps a secret fujoshi?” Daichi asks innocently.

Oikawa blinks. “I—” he starts, unsurely, ignoring Suga chuckling behind him. “I don’t particularly think so, no.”

“Then it doesn’t matter,” Daichi snaps, turning his attention back to their first and second years who were only growing more creative with their complaints and vain attempts at getting out of the day’s torture activities.

"I sprained my ankle," whines Hinata.

"You're our fastest runner," rebuts Suga.

"I'm allergic to trees," pipes Kindaichi.

"Not a thing," offers Mattsun.

"My sister said no," weeps Tanaka.

"You wanna try that again?" warns Daichi.

Iwaizumi clasps his hands together. "Enough!" he booms. If Oikawa inched closer to him in turn, everyone has the good foresight to keep their mouths shut about it. "Are we doing this or what?"

"Y-yes, Iwaizumi-san!" the first and second years chorus.

Now both Oikawa and Daichi's faces fell.

"Why do they always only listen to him?" wonders Suga, falling into step with the third years at the rear of the line. The first years were ahead, yelling and grovelling and swearing all their seniors rotten. It was music to their ears. "Is it like an alpha thing?"

"Most definitely an alpha thing," muses Makki, who also falls into step beside him. "Have you seen the way even Oikawa looks at him? Omega ass behavior."

-

They take their first break after three hours. 

Or, maybe it was more accurate to say, Tsukishima wouldn't stop grinding everyone's ears about the asthma condition he conveniently picked up within the first thirty minutes despite Suga knowing from Kiyoko no one on the team had such an autoimmune disease, that then suddenly morphed into an apparent life-threatening mutation that was going to kill him and everyone around him if he didn't let his body pause to take a break now, right now, this instant; that had Daichi snapping at everyone to take five.

"Oh thank god," Tsukishima wheezes, falling to his knees. 

"Tsukki!" came Yamaguchi's predictable cry of concern no sooner.

Most of the first years are sprawled out on the ground, chests heaving and breaths coming out in pants. The second years look as equally insufferable, but are too prideful to show any form of weakness to the third years who all but look like they just came out of a sports magazine photoshoot. There wasn’t a sliver of disorientation or a hair out of place. Iwaizumi even passed around the loot bags they had apparently so lovingly, out of the goodness of their hearts, prepared for them while they were all sleeping the night before.

Only the best for our cute kouhai! singsung Oikawa gleefully. 

Be thankful we even remembered to bring snacks for you forgetful brats! scolded Daichi sternly.

Hinata gingerly brings himself back to life, dragging his aching bones and his pack to where most of the first years converged purely out of a symbiotic survival instinct to band together against exploitative seniors. They were already angrily in a discussion about something, something that sounded much like plotting for the demise of Oikawa.

Or Daichi.

Or both.

"Do you know what they're feeding Goshiki right now?" Hinata seethes in a low voice, eyes darting around in alarm. "Fresh bread and crepes. Crepes. And what has Iwaizumi-san fed us so far?" he frowns down at the loot bag. "Fish crackers. Frog legs. For nutrition. Jesus Christ."

Kunimi grimaces, rubbing at his sore neck. "Welcome to the club."

"Have they always been this insufferable?" groans Tsukishima, angrily munching on a fish cracker.

"Oikawa? Yes," Kunimi replies. "Iwaizumi? Also yes." 

"Oikawa-san is usually nicer," Kindaichi offers, breaking off a piece of a protein bar he snuck into his pants that morning to split with Kageyama and Yamaguchi. "But Iwaizumi-san is a dictator, yes."

"Can confirm," Kageyama adds, after mumbling his thanks.

"Shut up!" Tsukishima hisses, yanking his share of the snack and shoving it in his mouth. "They basically pamper you!"

Kageyama points to himself incredulously. "M-me?" he stammers. "Daichi wouldn't give me another blanket because he told me children in third world countries didn't even have a roof over their heads and to not be so selfish, Kageyama. We raised you better than this, Kageyama," he mimes hotly. "And I'm the spoiled one?!"

Now it was Hinata's time to be annoyed. "Remind me again who was it that Oikawa-san made sure to get extra servings of rice last night."

Yamaguchi was only more than happy to pile on. "And who Iwaizumi-san made sure got warm water for his bath."

Kindaichi, surprisingly, also joins in. "And who warned me and Kunimi a day before the trip to be nice to Kageyama."

"Can confirm," is all Kunimi says, stealing Kindaichi’s insect repellant spray from Hinata's pack.

-

"A little more to the left, Kunimi."

...

"More."

...

"More."

...

"Are you an athlete or what? Tilt further and higher than that! More!"

...

"Daichi-san," Kunimi starts slowly, struggling to hold up the fishing pole that was already struggling to break with how brittle it was. Behind them he can hear Oikawa and Iwaizumi using far less harsher words to Kageyama and Hinata.

"This," he croaks out, "is my more."

They were somewhere by the open river, honest to gods fishing for their keep because someone—aka Iwaizumi—got it inside Daichi's and Suga's heads that real men should earn their keep and not wait to be fed. Nevermind all of them were literal minors and had literal permission slips signed to delegate these seniors with their lives in the event something should happen. Nevermind all of it was legally binding. Nevermind the second years didn't even bat an eye as soon as Iwaizumi got the fishing poles and worms out, apparently already expecting this method of torture from the previous year.

Tsukishima of course put up a riot.

He sputtered out and about as he rallied for the perfectly good rations they had back at the campsite and even volunteering himself for cooking duty if that was the problem. Makki and Mattsun were only too happy to tug him along to the deepest end of the waters, hunking him down and forcing him to wield the longest fishing pole they had. Might as well use that height for somethin', Makki quipped, Rather than just bitchin' and moanin'. Yamaguchi was tasked with the gruesome chore of feeding the live worms to his bait, his features squeamish and disgusted. Y-you can do it, Tsukki! 

"Ease up on him a little, Daichi," Suga teases some ways near them, helping Kindaichi keep a line steady.

"I will if he would just tilt to the left," Daichi warns, arms impatiently pointing to the side. Kunimi groans again, digging up some of his reserves to wield the stubborn line that wasn't budging this way and that. "It's really not moving!"

"You're just not tilting hard enough," demands Daichi.

"I am!" cries Kunimi, a bead of sweat trailing down his jaw. 

"More!" barks Daichi, insistent. "Unless you're okay with Kindaichi one-upping you?"

Kunimi's head snaps to Kindaichi, who was raising about a 15-inch slapjack hooked to his pole, along with the world's most shit-eating grin he wants to wipe off. Suga was beaming up at him proudly and yelling out his accomplishment for all of them to see and hear. Cries of congratulations and envy are volleyed throughout the stream. He sees foam rise out of Kageyama's ears as he huffed and rolled on his line even more fervently, an amused Iwaizumi telling him to go slowly and Oikawa taunting Hinata to do the same. 

"Let this be a lesson to you boys," Suga jeers across the field. "If you have a good mentor, the rest will follow!"

All the third years lock eyes.

They dine on the entire sea that night.

-

The training camp ends with an old-fashioned bbq party.

Iwaizumi was on the grill with Daichi and Asahi, moving in a routine that’s far smoother and more amicable than the rough patch they started with. They find out Iwaizumi is particularly adept at manning the grill and flipping the meat over, all grunt work and being the only one of the two who actually followed through with his verbal warnings to any of the first years who kept trying to sneak an early bite. 

I wouldn't do that if I were you, he warned to a stunned Yamaguchi. Unless you want this knife aimed somewhere lower.

Daichi, in charge of seasoning and Asahi with prepping, deft and nimble hands making quick work of both; don't even bat an eye when they see Iwaizumi set aside three plates he starts unceremoniously piling up with the leaner portions of meat.

Kunimi and Kindaichi are a given—Daichi pleasantly surprised to see him gentle somehow where they are concerned—but it's Kageyama who still comes as a surprise.

"Are they related or something?" Asahi whispers, oiling some of the grill grates. "Maybe cousins? Kageyama does look a little like him."

Daichi shakes his head, rubbing a thin layer of salt and pepper to a piece of chicken thigh. "I don't think so," he admits. "Just former teammates, I think."

Asahi nods along. "And Oikawa?"

"What about him?" pipes Iwaizumi, having overheard part of their conversation as he transfers some leftover charcoal Hinata brought to the pile. "What about Oikawa?"

Asahi flushes a little. "Oh," he says. "It's just that he's — well —"

Iwaizumi gestures for him to go on.

"He seems—" Asahi continues, unsurely. "I don't know. Like he wants to both kill Kageyama in his sleep and feed him until he fattens up like one of those kids from Hansel and Gretel."

Daichi suppresses a laugh.

Iwaizumi just looks amused. "Actually," he surmises. "I think you got everything right. Definitely the feeding part, at least. It’s why he’s threatened me to set aside all the leg parts for Kageyama since this morning,” he chuckles. “But we're working on the killing part."

Everyone is only too happy to be fed normal food for once.

The sun was just shy of setting around the campsite, hues of golden orange and pale yellow streaking the place in a healthy, lovely glow. The sounds of birds chirping and flitting about the pine trees are a welcome break from all the yelling, the wind at just the right temperature to be breezy and warm.

Hinata, especially, is overjoyed with all of it. "Waaa!" he gushes, all bright eyes looking up at Iwaizumi who handed him his plate he filled with extra enoki mushrooms. "This looks soooo good, Iwaizumi-san!"

Iwaizumi blushes, looking away. "R-right," he stammers. "Yes. Um. Eat—well, then."

At his side, he can feel Suga eyeing him knowingly. "You can say it," he says, setting up the drinks. "Hinata is very cute and will feed your senpai ego well."

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” mumbles Iwaizumi, assembling the next plate.

The rest of the afternoon goes swimmingly. The sounds of easy laughter and open conversation flowing seamlessly throughout, seniors and juniors alike mingling. Asahi manages to hold a conversation with Makki and Mattsun that doesn't end with him sweating buckets at potentially overstepping anything he says, the Seijoh third years only too happy to know he was also a fan of the Sendai Frogs and was he looking to go pro after highschool, they wonder? 

Tanaka and Noya were in a heated discussion with Yahaba and Kyotani, both parties having very spirited opinions on whether Kubota Sayu or Fujino Ryoko were the representatives of 2000s actresses for Nippon cinema. Daichi was giving even more pointers to Kunimi about fishing, Kindaichi not even bothering to hide he was listening in and Suga only too happy to use his distraction as a way to funnel more meat into his plate.

Oikawa was busy fussing over Kageyama in his usual roundabout way, frowning down at the lack of vegetables in his plate and blaming Iwaizumi for sabotaging the child's health intentionally. I know he's our rival and everything, Iwa-chan , Oikawa chides. But doesn't he deserve nutrition too? Iwaizumi gave him an amused look, perhaps knowingly, Oikawa not budging an inch. Iwaizumi relents and goes back to fetch an entire plate full of hijiki seaweeds and cucumbers and seasoned radishes.

Kageyama flushed at all the food and attention, but where those two were concerned, he's long since learned it was best to just let them have their way unless they argue and make it everyone's problem. Again.

Towards the end it's Daichi who approaches Oikawa first, two cups of yuzu in hand. "Think we did okay?" 

Oikawa looks over at him, smiling in a skittish way, before accepting the drink. "I think," he takes a sip. "We did better than okay."

"Stellar endorsement from The Great King," Daichi teases. "Want to do it all over again next year?"

"There won't be a next year," Oikawa reminds him, an inflexion of something to his tone.

"Ah," Daichi blinks, and then: "Right."

Oikawa bumps shoulders with him. "But there's still be the next spring, and summer, and winter."

"Tsukishima might actually kill me if I even suggest we do something like this out in the cold," Daichi is quick to stop him. "Like actually kill me this time I think."

"Kageyama doesn't do well during winters either," Oikawa finds himself saying almost reflexively.

Daichi catches on, because of course he does. "Right," he says, smirking knowingly. “Of course.”

Oikawa blinks, unable to look at him. "R-right," he coughs awkwardly, before gesturing to the rest of the crowd. "Well then. Just as long as you stop threatening to make fishermen out of my players, I guess we can clear our schedule for you."

"And just as long as you stop trying to claim my first years as yours," Daichi's spread grins wider. "Then we would be more than happy to do this with you all over again, Oikawa-san."

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Agitation 3.10 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

It's July 4th, work is dead, I've got nothing else to do, let's try to plow through a bunch of these, shall we? At the rate I've been going I'll be at this all year.

The rest of the battlefield was chaos.  Patches of darkness covered everything, and the landscape was distorted.  In some of the areas Vista had warped, the rain wasn’t falling in a straight line.  One spot in particular had the rain moving horizontally before it dropped to help fill a massive puddle thirty feet across, where her power had made an indent in the ground.

I do like Wildow's attention to detail here, and the way these powers just... absolutely fuck everything up like this, and stay like that.

Bitch screamed, and it was a long and primal noise, filled with rage.  I was still inside the bank, watching things unfold through the window, barely able to hear it, and it still made my skin crawl.  So he’d shot the dangerous psychopath with a blast that made her angry.  Someone would have to explain that one to me at a later date.

I'd guess Gallant didn't shoot her with rage, it's just that Rachel's kind of messed up. But I could be wrong.

Seems an odd choice though, if he did.

Apparently that was order enough, because Judas charged at the teenager that was dressed like a science fiction Lancelot.

I love descriptions like this because they both tell us absolutely nothing about how it looks... and also tell us everything. I once read a fic that described the armor of a guy from a culture that went from medieval tech to space travel in like, 100 years (sorta, long story) as being 'Lord of the Rings, with Sci-Fi bolted on' (the POV character was from Earth), and it both told us nothing, and yet, told us everything.

Descriptions are hard, ya'll. Worst part of writing. Props to Wildbow.

Was someone’s power at work, giving me a headache?  There wasn’t anyone in the Wards, I was pretty sure, who could mess with your head like that.  Gallant could mess with your emotions, but he had to hit you with a light blast to do it.  The person on the roof, then?  I was fairly confident there wasn’t anyone in the Protectorate or New Wave who could affect me like this.

No one suspects the healer!

(also no one knows the healer can do this, but)

.  A gun, no less than fifteen feet long, with a barrel three or four feet across, all turret mounted on a circular platform not unlike the board he was riding.

I know technically there is no overkill, just "Open fire" and "I need to reload" but also...

Overkill.

I jumped for cover the moment I realized what he was doing.  There was a muffled sound, more a very large person someone hitting a punching bag than what I’d expect a laser cannon to sound like, and the window exploded. What was he doing?  We had hostages inside.  I turned to check, and saw there weren’t any hostages near me.  Did he know that?  Heat sensors in his visor?  Was someone watching me through the cameras and passing him info?  Damn it!  There was too much I didn’t know, and Tattletale wasn’t around to fill me in.

You know, if Kid Win and Victoria were dating, he could be the Collateral Damage Ken to her Collateral Damage Barbie.

But JESUS Kid, what the fuck?

(Yes, CDB is an incomplete representation of Vicky, but she does earn the nickname fairly at the early stages. I'm also going to assume it's an unfair representation of Kid Win, but still, *Man* wtf?)

The bugs were slow to react, slow to move and some were slipping from my grasp, returning to their instinctive behavior.  Making matters worse, I wasn’t blind to the fact that every time I gave a command, my headache got exponentially worse.

Given that Amy's little messing with the Black Widows only affected them, I'm surprised? Or is this just some sort of Master headache? Is she doing more with the swarm than usual?

 Aegis didn’t try to run this time.  He stood his ground and reached for his utility belt.  He retrieved something that looked like a miniature fire extinguisher. Then he pulled the pin. For the second time in a matter of minutes, I dove away from the window.  It wouldn’t be a grenade, but the option that made the most sense-  I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my ears just in time.  The explosion the flashbang grenade

Flashbang. Much more responsible, Aegis usually is in fic, so presumably in canon too. Tracks.

and Regent was striding out of the darkness, in Kid Win’s direction.

With his outfit and mask that actually probably looks kinda badass.

I whirled to face the voice, and saw the freckled, brown haired hostage that had been glaring at me when we’d first taken control of the bank lobby.  After that, I saw only stars as she slammed something large and blunt into the side of my head.

AMY! :rofl: Finally!

Okay, so like, I get that Amy's not the MC of Worm, but like, I've been waiting for the Fire Extinguisher smash the entire time I've been reading this Arc, so bear with me.

Amy's blorbo, okay?

[beastkeeper91]

🔪🩸A Demon in Gravesfield🩸🔪

(WARNING!!!: This AU concept will contain graphic content, violent content, abuse, drug use, alcohol use, addiction, and other angst and mature based material. Viewer discretion is advised! Seriously, this is an R Rated AU concept!!!)

[Plot]

• We all know that Canon!Luz is a Eccentric and geeky person who loves fantasy and adventure, but what if she wasn't exactly the person people thought she was, what if she completely snapped due to all the bullying and abuse she went through when she was younger and became a sadistic and blood thirsty psychopath.

[Inspiration]

• Victor Zsasz from DC Comics.

• Slashers & Serial Killers from different movies, shows, and franchises

[AU info]

• Everyone is human, including King.

• Takes place in Gravesfield which has a high crime rate due to gang violence, addicts, serial killers, etc. Also Gravesfield is a lot more larger than it's canon counterpart.

• There are a total of three gangs within Gravesfield; The Fallen Angels MC (Bikers), The Alley Cats (Punks), The New Dawn (White Supremacists).

• Before Luz, there were other serial killers that terrorized Gravesfield in the past.

• Camila was an abusive parent, even before Manny passed away, and was very discriminative twords Luz for "Not being normal". So due to this Luz was with her dad most of her life.

• Luz was around ten years old when she got adopted and achieved her first kill.

• King has been adopted by Eda and Raine ever since he was a baby. They found him abandoned in a cardboard box within an empty alley.

• Eda has heterochromia, a prosthetic arm, and Epilepsy in which she calls her "Curse". Oh, and also a bit of PTSD.

• Eda owns a pawn shop called "The Owl's Nest" and Raine is a music teacher at Gravesfield High.

• Lilith works for the Gravesfield Police Department as a detective.

• Lilith adopted both Vee and Hunter when they were around five and six years old. She adopted Hunter after a case regarding child abuse and then Vee after busting a Child Abduction & Slavery operation.

• Hooty and Owlbert are Eda's pet Owls.

• Stringbean is Luz's pet garter snake that Eda and Raine got for her 12th Birthday.

• Palisman are ordinary animals.

• Collie *The Collector* is born with vitiligo and has ADHD, he's been friends with King since preschool.

• The Archivists are Collie's older siblings that went to Luz's Highschool.

• Masha lives a very poor and dysfunctional life with their abusive mom and dad in a rundown trailer park, and whenever it got out of control they would sneak out of the house and stay with their friends for a bit.

• Alador and Odalia were both abusive parents to the point where they would badly injure and torture their own kids.

• Amity, Emira, and Edric got adopted by Darius Deamonne at a young age after the police found out about the abuse and torment they went through.

• Boscha, along with Skara, Amelia, Kevin (The oracle kid from "Once Upon a Swap"), Cat, Bria, Andrew (Angmar), Gavin, and Piper (The blonde cheerleader) are some of the many bullies at Gravesfield High.

• Belos and Philip Wittebane are not the same person, though he's still evil to where he's the main leader of The New Dawn.

• The Six Coven Heads are either your average criminals, gang leaders, or just lowlives.

• Philip Wittebane is not immortal and died back in the 1600s, but he's still the puritan, false christian fanatic though and the statue of the Wittebane Brothers only has Caleb's statue while Philip's is completely defaced and vandalized.

[Luz's Appearance]

• Ragged Hair, Tally Mark Scars covering her body, and a scar on her left eyebrow in which she calls her "First Mark".

[Luz's Weapon]

• A hunting knife and a baseball bat, though she prefers to be creative with her kills.

[Luz's Skills & Abilities]

• Knife/Weapon Proficiency.

• Pain Tolerance.

• Hand-to-Hand Combat.

• Extreme intelligence, Agility, and Physical Strength.

• Unpredictability.

• Enhanced Brutality/Barbarity/Savagery.

• Killer Instinct.

• Killing Intent.

• Murder Intuition.

• Torture Intuition.

[Luz's Casual Outfit]

• A Red Beanie, Black Choker Necklace, Purple T-Shirt with a Black & White Striped Sweatshirt underneath, Ripped Blue Jeans, and Black Sneakers.

[Luz's Serial Killer Outfit]

• A Demon Skull Mask, Black Hoodie, Black Sweatpants, Black Combat Boots, and White Elbow-Length Gloves.

[Luz's Serial Killer Title]

• The Gravesfield Ripper.

[Luz's Family]

• Camila Noceda (Birth Mother, Deceased).

• Manny Noceda (Birth Father, Deceased).

• Eda Clawthorne (Adoptive Mother).

• Raine Whispers (Adoptive Parent).

• King Clawthorne (Adoptive Brother).

• Lilith Clawthorne (Adoptive Aunt).

• Vee Clawthorne (Adoptive Cousin).

• Hunter Clawthorne (Adoptive Cousin).

[Number of Victims (so Far)]

• 39.

[Past Gravesfield Killers]

• The Eclipse Lake Butcher. (Early 1980s/Deceased)

• The Executioner. (Early 2000s/Incarcerated)

• The Exterminator. (Mid 2000s/Incarcerated)

• The Midnight Stalker. (Late 2000s/Incarcerated)

• The Smiley Man. (Mid 1970s/Deceased)

• The Torturer. (Early 2010s/Incarcerated)

• The Toymaker. (Mid 1980s/Deceased)

• The Wraith. (Late 1990s/Deceased)

• The Bloody Artisan. (Early 1960s/Deceased)

• The Black Widow. (Mid 1950s/Deceased)

• The Party Animal. (Mid 2010s/Incarcerated)

• The Purifier. (Late 1940s/Deceased)

[Ships]

• Lumity (Luz x Amity).

• Veesha (Vee x Masha).

• Huntlow (Hunter x Willow).

• Brioche (Bria x Boscha).

• Raeda (Rain x Eda).

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: Didn't play whatever game he's from. Yomi, who the fuck is this asswipe bitch?

[[MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR MASTER DETECTIVE ARCHIVES: RAIN CODE]]

//I really should've said this, but we're going to be calling back to a lot of stuff that happens in Rain Code's story, and there will be major spoilers for the plot of it.

//So for the uninitiated, I'll explain the full story, or at least as much as I can under the cut, but I'll literally be talking a lot about the final chapters of Rain Code.

//In fact, the reason why I delayed adding the Rain Code characters for this long is because the game came out over a year ago now and most people have played it, but I must warn everyone that this blog does contain spoilers for that game just as it does for the mainline DR series.

//But if you have played the game, or just have no intention of playing it, here's the basic rundown of Yomi.

//And I'm being dead serious here, I'm actually going to explain the big twist at the end of Rain Code, so PLEASE DON'T READ THIS UNLESS YOU KNOW, OR JUST DON'T CARE.

//The characters have already explained who it is that Yomi is, but to reiterate, he is the leader (former leader at this point) of the Peacekeepers that torment the Master Detectives throughout the story, something of which comes with his tyrannical rule over Kanai Ward as a whole.

//Five years before the Master Detectives were sent to Kanai Ward, Yomi took over as director of the Amaterasu Peacekeepers. Yomi ordered his most trusted advisors to immediately shoot any citizens who made allegations against him. It's strongly hinted that he was responsible for the former Amaterasu CEO's passing after he handed Makoto Kagutsuchi, the penultimate antagonist of the game and a homunculus clone of the main character Yuma, the job.

//He is a psychopath who is exceedingly vicious and abusive. He despises everyone and makes fun of them every time he speaks. Under the false impression that his brutality is a form of retribution for Kanai Ward, he views himself as a hero. Though he acts as though he cares for others, his true concern is himself. In reality, he doesn't care about any of them, but he knowingly uses this to get others, even his closest allies, to submit to his whims.

//In order to prevent the Master Detectives from exploring the city and taking his power away from him, he planned to have them killed as they entered Kanai Ward. Hundreds of WDO detectives are killed as a result of this before Yuma, the main character, ever makes it to Kanai Ward.

//He also has his own Mukuro, and by that, I mean a loyal follower that he seductively manipulates throughout the story, until he ultimate decides to have her killed for failing him. Unfortunately, that woman survives and ultimately helps take him down.

//Furthermore, for no other reason than to satisfy his lust for power over others, he willingly coerced Yuma's mentor throughout the game, Yakou Furio, the head detective of Kanai Ward, into killing off Dr. Huesca, the head researcher of Amaterasu Corporation. Dr. Huesca was another tool Yomi utilized to conduct business with foreign armed groups during his early reign. His motivation was solely to maintain his position of authority. Additionally, he planned to have Huesca killed for a betrayal of blackmail. However, Yomi is essentially transferring the blame in this case because it was Yomi who first exposed Huesca to their illicit activities, thus Yomi bears full responsibility for Huesca's response to Yomi when Huesca finally threatened to kill Yomi via their emails.

//And to make matters worse, he used Yakou's wife's death—which traumatized Yakou and made him the jaded and cynical man he is by the beginning of the story—to manipulate Yakou into killing the doctor for him. A tragedy that he ultimately masterminded because he had Huesca assassinate Yakou's wife four years before the Master Detectives were sent to Kanai Ward, because she had revealed Amaterasu Lab's covert activities.

//Eventually, his role in the story ends when Makoto Kagutsuchi presents irrefutable evidence to him that he used bribery and illicit means to get into the position of power that he's in during the game, and what's funny about it is even though they respond to his beck and call throughout the entire game, the Peacekeepers DO NOT HESITATE to arrest him the MINUTE they get the opportunity. That's how much everyone hates this fuck.

//When he realizes he's no longer in control at the end of his character arc, Yomi is exposed as nothing more than a weak-willed coward. This actually makes him appear worse because, despite all of his conceited boasting and lack of concern for anyone but himself, Yomi is unable to acknowledge that he's a bad person and instead resorts to placing the blame on someone else in an effort to deflect attention from himself.

//But he's such an evil fuck and one of the most emotionally villainous and manipulative characters in any Chunsoft game ever, Kodaka even stated, and I quote, he's "the disgusting guy of disgusting guys", and "he's too naive for Danganronpa".

//Which...I guess we'll see about that.

//For any other information you might want to know, one of the big reveals of Rain Code's finale. And this part will be especially relevant to the blog, even though it is a MASSIVE MASSIVE SPOILER for Rain Code.

//The twist is that everyone in Kanai Ward, besides Yuma who just came in, is a Homonculus. The Homunculus are a race of artificial people that were produced by the Unified Government and Amaterasu Corporation through human research for military goals.

//Three years ago, as part of the Project: Homunculus experiment, all of the Kanai Ward citizens were replaced with Homunculi. The Homunculi slaughtered all of their original selves after becoming insane in the presence of sunlight, leaving no survivors. That's why Yomi implied that he and the residents of New Kanai Ward cannot go outside, because they basically turn into zombies when they get exposed to sunlight.

//They are said to be immortal monsters, and the Amaterasu Corporation's creations are flawed and psychologically regress to a zombie-like state throughout the resurrection process, and Makoto Kagutsuchi is the only "perfect Homunculus" The Unified Government was able to construct, being a clone of Yuma, who is in actuality, the Number 1 Detective of the WDO.

//The most important things to know about the Homunculi as a species is as follows. After dying, they resurrect in a day, but their intelligence is lost, making them into zombie-like creatures that only seek out human flesh. Their blood is pink, as opposed to the red blood of the humans in the franchise (something that is expertly used as a meta-joke to throw the Danganronpa fans off) and they retain the memories and abilities their originals had when the DNA was extracted. And as I said already, also go crazy if they come into contact with sunlight and get sick if they do not eat human flesh.

//Speaking of which, I have seen people ask me what I'm going to do about the pink blood thing since Danganronpa blood is pink too, but there's a caveat to that because blood is red in Despair Arc of DR3. So in the in-game sense of things, while the audience can't outright tell the difference, the characters can.

//Most of these problems are fixed by the time Yuma leaves Kanai Ward at the end of Rain Code, since Kagutsuchi devises countermeasures that allow the Homunculi to integrate with humans, and finally leave the shade and rain of Kanai Ward. However, Yomi at this point in the story does not have access to this, which is why he and his followers have been trapped underground for a few years.

//In Survivor, Yomi escaped Kanai Ward a year or so after his arrest, and after some time, established New Kanai Ward, which is where Zetsubou are now. He's still the same ruthless son of a bitch, but if there are people willing to follow Junko, it stands to reason there will be people who choose to follow him, despite his anarchy. As Yomi also mentioned, Junko's relationship to him comes in the form of her helping him slowly rise to power in Kanai Ward, aiding him in his bribary.

//If there are any more questions, I'll answer them, but unless I'm missing something crucial, that should be anything.

-Mod

[thehylianidiot]

TheHylianIdiot's Assortment of Brain Worms

Was tagged by both @bumblebeehug and @kiliinstinct for this one, so let's do this.

rules: share the first line (or two or more!) of every current wip you have (that you feel comfortable sharing) and tag some writer friends! feel free to add the titles of your documents if you see fit

Oops We Kidnapped the Emperor (Title WIP) (Fairy Tail)

The mission to rescue Makarov had a few hiccups.

The first of which being despite traveling across the ocean to the heart of the Alvarez Empire, storming its castle ready to get back their captive guildmaster, the designated High-Collateral Rescue Squad did not bring back their Sixth-But-Soon-To-Be-Eighth-Guildmaster. 

And as for the second well…

Erza explained it to the rest of the guild best. “We kidnapped the emperor.” 

The Other Four Idiots, Plus A Cat (Chapter 22) (Fairy Tail)

“How many people have you interacted with in your life?”

“Umm… well… I don’t have a lot of practice with people. Most are either dead or fled in the first twenty four hours.” Mavis chuckled a bit, because keeping bright and cheerful normally made things happier and not a constant reminder that the majority of her prior interactions involved the other party trying to… well… increase their kill count by one. 

Given the lady slapping her palms to her face, maybe that wasn’t the best way to put it. 

“Oh gods he befriended a psychopath,” Ultear not-so-quietly muttered into her hands.

Lost My Cap (I swear I will write this someday) (Legend of Zelda: Minish Cap)

"I thought I heard something" 

Yes. It was a frog. How that buffoon of a guard could mistake a frog for him, Vaati wasn't sure. And of course the dimwit just had to pitter patter up above like some lost pet. 

On and on he heard the aimless clank of too heavy boots. Surely the guards could find something more interesting. There were monsters flooding every inch of their precious kingdom! Didn't they have something better to do than hunt the one who opened that damned box? Like perhaps stepping away from the sewage gate? 

He breathed in a quarter second too long and nearly gagged at the overwhelming stench. Don't you dare, he told himself. No way was he embarrassing himself further today by getting caught. 

To Slay A Demon (Part 2) (Fairy Tail)

Maybe some naively optimistic part of Gray hoped Zeref was a glass canon. That after cult after cult of worshippers and thousands of demons at his command, their ringleader would be too dependent on them. 

That optimism was crushed between a fraction of a second.

And death magic flowed around like a tidal wave of sand, flinging haphazardly in a nonexistent hurricane, crashing against ice-made shield. One trickle past Gray’s defenses, and he’d lose everything.

The Little Raindrop of Magnologia (Fairy Tail)

Drip drip drop. 

Little Juvia stood alone in the pouring rain. 

Drip drip drop. 

Everyone else had long since fled indoors. After all, it was the easiest way to escape the rain creating waterfalls from roofs and rivers from sidewalks. 

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t afford that luxury. 

These Are Not the Reincarnated Immortals You're Looking For (Title WIP) (Fairy Tail)

Alios would say the evening was going surprisingly normal until the chloroform. 

But no matter how many preparations he made so he could have a decent time (for once) at his favorite author's award ceremony—working overtime that week to make enough space in his schedule and spending the better part of an hour beforehand figuring out how to wear a modern suit along with how a gods-forsaken tie worked—Alios couldn't stop his weekly kidnapping from literally any random cult in Fiore falling on that exact date.

So as the last shreds of haziness finally faded away and Alios found himself tied to a chair in a pitch black cell, his first thought was, at least they gave it a cushion this time. 

Death Swap (Title WIP) (Fairy Tail)

It started with a passing rumor. 

A local tale shrouding its details with pottery gilded in mysticism and silken rarities tailored to lure passing travelers with enough coin in their pockets and a passing interest with the morbid to pay for a souvenir. Yuri knew he shouldn’t keep his hopes up. 

Knew it was going on two years already. Knew he should be getting back home, call it a night after making sure Warrod had kept a good eye on Makarov this time and the guildhall wasn’t turned into an artistic rendering of spinach inside a blender. 

As Precht said, they were never going to find her. 

Then again, Precht spent most of his time nowadays wallowing in the never-ending stream of newfound council regulations that kept multiplying like rabbits every few weeks until he couldn’t look at a stack of paper without sweating, so what did he know? 

Tagging @classysassy9791, @xfangheartx, @pencilofawesomeness

Feel free to ignore me, nobody is under any pressure to share if they don't want to.

[agentcable]

Mouse (2021) Ep. 20 Recap

Ba-Reum decides to turn himself in and complete a final mission that only he can do. Hong-Joo reveals her long-held secret on her last show with Hee-Jin, a woman who was actually a secret agent working for Choi Young-Shin in a large private organization.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Episode 20 is the longest chapter of the series, lasting 1 hour and 40 minutes. It is essentially a film, but it appears that we are on track to receive some substantial answers.

Ba-Reum confronts Choi Young-Shin in her apartment. She mentions the rejected abortion bill, which started her crusade. She convinced Daniel Lee to use the fetuses as evidence to prove the psychopath gene. The Soo-Ho situation was a mistake that completely destroyed the man. He never intended to go that far and was wracked with guilt over what happened. Ba-Reum's actions caught her off-guard. However, she continued to monitor him through the OZ organization. She realized that it would be easier to pass the bill if he accumulated more deaths. Choir admits that she is a scientist with the ultimate goal of creating a utopian world free of psychopaths, which she refers to as the "Land of OZ". Ba-Reum having heard enough, holds a gun to her head. She demands that he fire, stating that those with the psychopath gene deserve to be killed.

Meanwhile, Moo-Chi arrives at the house and finds Choi tied up and alive in the closet. Ba-Reum decides against killing her and leaves. The police will arrive and take her away with this information. Moo-Chi listens to his voicemail and hears Bong-Yi heading off on the hunt while Ba-Reum is still on the run.

Ms. Kim took Bong-Yi to keep her safe in case OZ kidnapped her. Ba-Reum shows up in the rain, and they come face to face. Bong-Yi swings a knife frantically, trying to kill the murderer. Ba-Reum sidesteps her and drops to his knees, pleading with her to allow him to hand himself in and justice to be served. Bong-Yi almost pierces Ba-Reum's face, but she remembers that he killed Deok-Soo for her and stops. She drops the pole and walks away, leaving Ba-Reum to live his life in regret. Eventually, Ba-Reum turns himself in to the police.

The crowd is enraged and bloodthirsty as they watch him head into the station, crying out in agony. Hong-Joo worked with Daniel Lee after finding him in Yo-Han's basement. Daniel Lee is brought in for questioning, but he remains silent at first. He convinces Yo-Han's mother to visit Ba-Reum, who happens to be her biological son. She confesses that they switched babies. She reveals this to Ba-Reum. Sung Ji-Eun was convinced that her son was responsible for what Soo-Ho did to Jae-Hoon's family, which prompted her to search for him. His "aunt" found him first and changed his ID and name. She searched everywhere for Ba-Reum but failed. The serial killings badly affected her, and she instinctively knew he was responsible.

After the surgery, she realized he was different and couldn't bring herself to kill him. She is clearly grieving, and Seo-Joon's mocking comments about having a child only make it worse. He calls the child a mini "Head Hunter".

Moo-Chi returns to the prison and confronts the Head Hunter, discovering the truth about Ba-Reum's lineage. He calls the man dumb and mentions Choi Young-Shin, wiping the smile off the Head Hunter's face as he curses the scientist. In subsequent flashbacks, we learn that Yo-Han conducted a DNA test and discovered his true identity. He did not kill Ji-Eun but did knock her out long enough to escape and find Ba-Reum. In the present, Ji-Eun refers to Yo-Han as her son while looking out at the sea.

The situation becomes desperate when Ba-Reum's aunt goes missing, as she has crucial evidence linked to what happened with Ba-Reum. He implores Goo-Reum to do his best to find her.

Detective Lee Min-So is also missing. The group has a difficult 48-hour window before Choi is free to go, now that she has been arrested. The window has been moved up to the present moment. Choi's arrest warrant was rejected, and she is now free to go. Hong-Joo quickly exposes Choi Young-Shin an the OZ organization with damning evidence during her show. Daniel Lee testifies, an Ms. Kim also appears. Lee Min-So managed to keep her safe from Choi's goons. Ba-Reum confesses, and Sherlock Hong-Joo blows the case wide open with photos of victims and audio evidence of Choi incriminating herself and claiming the number of victims isn't enough. This is sufficient for her to be arrested and face her crimes.

Yo-Han, on the other hand, is completely cleared of any charges due to several confession from the victims and a video of him sobbing. Since psychopaths do not display this type of emotion in private, it is enough for him to be let off the hook. Hong-Joo confesses to working with Daniel Lee to have Ba-Reum kill Deok-Soo and admits to killing someone 26 years ago when she was a child and led Soo-Jung out to a car. Duk-Seok arrests Hong-Joo symbolically, and she apologizes for her involvement before being taken away in handcuffs. OZ organization will be thoroughly investigated and taken down for prioritizing personal greed over the well-being of the people. Ba-Reum's court case has resulted in a unanimous decision for him to spend the rest of his life in isolation, with execution scheduled for an unspecified time in the future.

Six months later, Ba-Reum is led out through the yard, and the Head Hunter notices a change in his eyes. Ba-Reum appears cold and heartless, showing no remorse for his actions. He comes face to face with his father, who claims they have superior genes and tells Ba-Reum to maintain the look in his eye. As his father steps forward for a hug, Ba-Reum repeatedly stabs him with a knife, letting the man bleed out on the floor. Moo-Chi had planned all along to enter and eliminate the Head Hunter. He convinced Dong-Goo to allow him entry. Symbolically, he cuts off the Head Hunter's head, which is what he had threatened to do earlier. Moo-Chi hears the news that Ba-Reum is in critical condition and could die soon. Du-Seok convinces him to visit Ba-Reum before he dies.

Ba-Reum apologizes and shows emotion in his eyes. Moo-Chi criticizes the boy, expressing his unforgiving attitude towards him. Moo-Chi advises him to assist the victims' families and Ba-Reum tearfully admits missing Bong-Yi. The girl, burning with anger, demands that he suffer the worst fate imaginable. Ba-Reum tells Bong-Yi that he hopes to be born as an ordinary human being in his next life.

Interestingly, he finds himself back in a church, a throwback to his moments as Jae-Hoon when he prayed that he was not a monster. Symbolically, he sits with his younger self and tells him that he is no longer a monster. This eventually serves as the end of Ba-Reum, who dies in extreme pain and misery for his sins.

Three years later, despite protests from the people, Choi is granted a pardon from prison. The Blue House apparently did this as a way of granting a union in the future. However, when she arrives at the parking garage, the driver stops the car and brandishes a knife. Meanwhile, Hong-Joo and Moo-Chi sit together and apologize to one another. Moo-Chi eventually returns to the prison to say his final goodbyes, visiting Ba-Reum's gravestone.

[angeldcgs]

open: m/f/nb based: h.ouse of 1000 c.orpses (2003) your muse saw dolly standing on the side of the road claiming to be having car troubles, so they picked her up and offered to drive her home. little do they know, she's just acting as bait to lure them back to her family of psychopathic killers who: dolly mcdermott, she/her, 27, trapeze artist/serial killer pinterest

"y'er a real lifesaver!" dolly gushed over the other as she settled into the passenger seat, not even bothering to buckle up before they put the car back in drive and pulled out onto the dark road. the only people that ever took this route were travelers unfamiliar with the small town's many shortcuts and backroads, which made it the perfect hunting grounds for new playthings she and her family could share. if they were just passing through on their way to a more illustrious destination, it was unlikely anyone would think to look for them here, and they'd join the roster of countless lost souls that'd become ensnared in the mcdermott's web of depravity. with her ditzy, bubblegum sweet demeanor and delicately striking features, no one ever suspected that she had anything but the best of intentions, but those folks clearly hadn't heard of her whole family's sinister reputation. "ya' wouldn't believe how long i was standin' out there in the rain all by my lonesome... thought i might jus' freeze t' death before anyone stopped."