#rip to every law abiding citizen

[insanefemme]

Well slovakia is fucked

[suja-janee]

None of them can drive cars but Tomas said he drove a tractor once so they made the stupid decision of trusting him

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Ref. Thomas sanders

[ash-and-starlight]

Every Day i think about the official radiant emperor Fuck Tier List

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

this is halloween || felix x reader

Summary: Felix's world is filled with nightmarish, energy-stealing creatures that others cannot see. In this cold, dark world that's made him who he is, you're the only thing that's warm and bright.

Word count: 4k

Genres: and they were roommates, urban fantasy

Warnings & Tags: angst, bad boy!felix (ish), non-descriptive sex scene (rated M), hurt/comfort (i think?), horror themes though nothing gets too explicit, potentially disturbing descriptions of monsters

A/N: Third installment in my Halloween mini-series, or: the author has whump!felix brain-rot and insists on making it everyone else's problem

I.N. · Seungmin

Felix walks like he has nowhere to go and no one to come home to. Hands in his pockets, shoulders lax, leaning back, lollipop stick between his lips, leisurely pace, eyes straight ahead. He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world, not in a light-hearted, innocent, naïve way, but in a nonchalant, bored, cynical approach. Truth be told though, you would be closer in saying that the world does not care for him. Of that he’s well-aware.

He sees it in the looks he get by the well-meaning, law-abiding citizens that naturally make way for him, scared away by his long, bleached blonde hair, his ripped jeans or his leather jacket. He heard it in the whispers about the ‘problem child’, his mother’s crying, all of his teachers’ stern tone as they told him he needed to stop causing issues. He felt it in the way people tense around him, in how they changed their attitude once the atmosphere he brought with him everywhere he went settled on them and started eating at them the same way it cannibalized on him.

More than anything, he knows the world does not care because, as the tentacles of the creature that latched on to him earlier today tighten on his shoulders, as he crosses path with a disembodied, rotting ghoul that leaves a trail of mold behind it, as he notices from the corner of his eyes the nightmarish swirl high up in the sky of bat-like hope-eaters, if the world did care, he would not have been cursed with the ability to see all of these things when no one else did.

He rolls one of his shoulders, trying to make the grip looser. It works, barely, but all he can do is hope that it didn’t spark the creature’s interest. If there’s one thing he’s learned, in his years of life with this this accursed talent, it is that it is never a good idea to catch their interest. It’s not like there are no ways of getting rid of them once you do, but the ones he’s found have always been long and painful and he’s not in the mood for fighting tonight.

He picks up the pace to make it to the other side of the street, and gets a rush of fresh air when, for a second, the entity lets go of him. It doesn’t last. It gets its hold back on him, and he grits his teeth to make it less obvious how aware he is of it. Other people don’t realize it when those things happen, not as acutely. They get tired, they get depressed, they might get sick, but they don’t know. He does.

It’s no trouble for him to get into the building he was headed towards. The crowd of people in disguises doesn’t resist him any more than that of the commuters. Behind him, the entity shrinks itself to follow him inside. He doesn’t look up at it, doesn’t want to. The disgusting mass of tentacles that part only to reveal a wide mouth filled with too many teeth aren’t any worse than the shit he deals with every day, but it’s not a sight you get used to. Not fully.

He climbs the stairs that are filled with drunk college students, chatting college students, laughing college students. Some of them have gone heavy on the make-up, but none of them, not even the ones that tried their hardest to paint gaping wounds on their faces, get close to his  reality. It’s probably better off that way.

Finally, he gets to the apartment for the party you’ve asked him to come to. Well, that’s not exactly how it went — you said ‘I’d love it if you were here’, ‘You don’t have to’, and when you’d last seen him ‘I’ll see you tonight?’ in a hopeful tone that had gone right to his heart. He gets some looks as he gets in. Some of them are interested ones. He’s well-aware that people find him attractive, that the energy that surrounds him works as a magnet on some. He also knows that it doesn’t do people any good to be around him. It’s not long before the creatures start wearing them down, digging black circles under their eyes, hollowing their cheeks. Turns out, Felix is shockingly resistant to all that shit, insistent on surviving it. Ha. What a fucking joke.

He finds you on the edge of a room, chatting with a few people. You’re dressed as a witch, long black dress, hoops earrings, a black, pointy hat on your head. Your signature big, round glasses, are perched on your nose.

When you spot him, you wave him over, and he comes without giving it a second thought.

“You made it!” you chirp. You wrap one of your hands around his arm to pull him in the small circle, and he almost shivers at your touch. You’re warm. Felix’s world is cold, energy sucked out of it by more monstrous beings that he’ll ever meet. Other people are always warmer than he is. The difference is, you don’t get drained around him. “That’s Felix,” you introduce him to the others. “My roommate.”

Felix sees their faces light up in recognition. Obviously, they've heard about him before. There’s a short round of introduction from their side before they resume to their previous conversation.

“I’m getting something to drink,” he tells you, leaning in to speak in your ear, both because he likes the way you react and because the music’s so loud. “You want some?”

A smile, you shake your head. Your hand brushes against his back as he leaves and fuck, it’s embarrassing that he knows that this is what will keep him going. He glances in your direction as he walks away, checking that nothing that was following him has attached itself to you. It hasn’t. There’s an entity curled lazily against the ceiling, dipping long, skinny tentacles around the room, feeding on the energy, but you and your group seem to be mostly left alone. It makes him feel more relieved than it should, and he hates that he knows it’s less because you’re safe and more because he thinks it would kill him if he lost your warmth and the safety you provide him.

You’d come in his life as a blessing with no warning. He had recently been evicted and was couch-surfing in other people’s apartments when Wooyoung had first mentioned your name to him. You had a free room, he’d said. You were looking for a new person to fill it, he’d said. You were ‘a bit shy, but sweet’, he’d said. Felix had not thought for a second that it would work out. It never did. He’d be lucky if he found a one-bedroom apartment with no heating in the shittiest area of the city.

Then he’d met you and had immediately distrusted your soft, distant attitude, the way you wouldn’t meet his eyes and how you shrunk yourself around him. You wouldn’t last, he thought, but since you didn’t oppose his presence, he had accepted the offer. Even if you threw him out two weeks later, that was two weeks of security that he usually wasn’t afforded.

That had been a year ago now.

As he grabs himself a beer — he’s learned the hard way that it’s better to stay sharp when you’re affected by his, ah, condition — he finds it hard not to find you in the room. No matter how much he tries, his eyes always land back on you. The only way to escape you is to move to another room, so he does, because he finds it fucking embarrassing, how affected he is by you, and because he never loses the nagging fear that the things that follow him around will latch on to you.

When he lands on the couch, he feels the creature tightening his grip on his arms. He grits his teeth as the cold bites him harder, as everything feels a little darker around him. Shit, that thing isn’t letting up. He takes a sip of beer, ignores the gargoyle perched on a girl’s shoulder, the imp lying on a dude’s head. He’s been long forced into indifference about these things. He can’t make a difference anyway, he’d know, he’s tried it before, so why bother? He doesn’t know them, and they’d leave him to die in the gutter if they were given the chance. He won’t dedicate a second of the energy he could use on saving himself on them.

There’s a blur of time and movement, before, eventually, you fall on the couch next to him, and his world takes colors again.

“Long day?” you ask with a sympathetic frown.

He scoffs. He only ever has long days.

“Yeah,” he just says. “You?”

A shrug.

“It was fine, actually. I’m just… not a huge Halloween fan.”

The mundane of the conversation is such a hard punch to the gut. He’d talk about how his day’s gone and how you feel about things all the goddamn time if he could.

“Why not?”

You lean closer against him, your shoulder brushing against his. He shifts so the creature doesn’t touch you. He should move away completely, he knows, that’d be the safe thing to do. He just doesn’t have the strength for it.

“It feels a bit like a circus,” you say, sounding pensive. “I get that people want to enjoy a party though, it’s not that deep, just— my family’s pretty big on traditions, it’s a big symbolic date for them. It’s weird to see other people treat it so differently, but it’s just my hang-up, you know. I don’t want to make it anyone else’s problem.”

It’s one of those things you keep bringing up, this nebulous part of your life, the ‘family’ that he’s never seen around. You’re not on speaking terms, as far as he knows, but you never bring them up, and he doesn’t ask. It’s funny, how you’re the one who visibly walks on egg-shells at all times yet he’s sure he’s more afraid of losing you than you him.

Then his phone vibrates in his pocket. He wishes he could ignore it, but it’s not a luxury he has these days. One glance at the screen, and he feels his heart freeze over. He looks up, and on the other side of the room, there’s Hyesung, staring and with a tight, forced smile on his lips. He would look perfectly inconspicuous, a young man in a sea of young people, if not for the winged demon hovering above him, its tentacles reaching out towards different members of the crowd. Unlike the entities Felix has seen around on his way here, this one is more defined, closer to representations of demons you find in human art. He knows that these things are far more of a threat than the abominations like the one feeding off of him right now.

Shit. Shit. Felix wasn't supposed to run into anyone from that group tonight. He was supposed to be around you, and normal people, and get to fucking breathe. But now, not only has Hyesung seen him, but he's looking at you with intrigued eyes, and that's about the worst thing that could happen.

Felix stands up, grabbing your hand to pull you with him.

“Let's go home,” he throws to you over his shoulder as he starts pushing his way through people without paying much attention to them.

“Already?” you ask, confused, though you don't resist him. “But you just got here.”

It wouldn't be a lie if he told you that as far as he's concerned, he saw you, which was all he cared about, but he doesn't say that.

“Not a huge fan of this crowd,” he says instead, which isn't a lie either, considering Hyesung is part of it.

“Oh,” is your answer, right as you reach the door to the apartment. Just a few more steps and you'll both be out of here, and able to find a better place to be.

If fucking Hyesung didn't appear in front of it with that superior, fake smile again.

“Long time no see, Felix,” is the first thing that make it past his lips, and Felix hears the jab for what it is. It's true that he hasn't showed up at the Headquarters in a while, true, too, that he hasn't participated much in Venom's activities as of late. Hasn't wanted to, nor felt the need to do it. When he'd joined, he had been enticed by the promise of a place free of the monsters. Knowing that he'd have to do some unsavory stuff to get it had seemed a low, low price to pay then.

A price that hadn't stopped growing since. He'd taken the wrong bargain, and now he couldn't back out. It'd be fine; he'd pay it again, he'd pay twice the price later on. He had no illusions on his ability to escape punishment. Others might have that kind of luck, but he didn't, he never had.

He just had to make sure that you wouldn't be around when he paid for it.

When Hyesung tilts his head to get a better look at you and his lips stretch out into a wider smile, one that is unsettlingly cheerful.

“Hi, I don't think we've met, I'm—”

“Yeah,” Felix interrupts him, taking a threatening step towards him without letting go of you. “You haven't met.”

Hyesung's expression shifts. Above him, the demon gives a lazy flap of wings. Felix doesn't have long.

He feels you squeeze his hand, and your silent support allows him to breathe in again. He hasn't even explained anything to you, yet you're giving him your trust, and that makes him feel like he can fly. Which is more or less the kind of miracle he's going to need if he wants to make it out of here.

Demons, like the kind hanging above Hyesung's head, are somewhat able to interact with the physical world. The others are here, but they can't do anything, can't move objects, definitely can't make humans do things. Demons... might. It's not true of all of them, but Felix suspects that Hyesung's climbed the hierarchy within Venom high enough that his companion is one of the powerful ones. It makes him dangerous. It also makes him easier to outrun.

He tightens his grip on you. He can only hope you're ready.

“I'm just trying to make a new friend!” Hyesung says with dishonest warmth. “You know, we're always looking for people to join—”

When Felix's fist catches him in the jaw, he really, really should have seen it coming. After pulling that kind of shit, it's 100% on him if it caught him by surprise. It seems to, since he stumbles back as conversations around you quiet down and all eyes focus on the three of you — the three of you others can see, that is. Felix has no intention of sticking around to entertain though, and next thing he knows, he's running.

He feels the brush of the demon, feels the mouthy abomination's tentacle push him off as if to say 'hey that one's mine', which, ha, isn't that ironic. He doesn't doubt that the demon could kill the other thing in a fight, but it slows him down enough that, when Felix flies down the stairs with you in tow, it's not right behind him, and that's all he needs. It's not his first rodeo.

You certainly keep up surprisingly well, considering this isn't a daily occurrence for you. You also don't seem to hesitate as Felix darts into an alley way and presses you against a door. He doesn't have long, the abomination makes him too easy to spot, but that doesn't mean he's going to drag you with him.

“Go back to the apartment,” he orders, urgency in his voice. “Don't go back in there, okay? I'll meet you there.”

“But what about—”

“I've got this,” he promises, and no matter how tired he gets, it's still the truth. He's always made it out okay. There's no reason for this to be any different.

“Be careful,” you whisper. He wishes you hadn't, because, fuck, how he's supposed to not give in now?

He kisses you, hard and rough, tries to get everything he can out of that stolen moment. You're soft and warm against him. He wants to melt into you and never have to step foot into his life again. Instead, he tears himself from you as you gasp for air.

“Go home,” he tells you again, and then he takes off. The demon takes the bait, passes by you without even seeing you, and Hyesung isn't far behind.

As Felix runs for his life, the thought that in doing that, he's keeping you safe, gives him, for the first time in forever, someone to run home to.

It's late when he makes it back to the apartment. His legs carry him more out of habit than through conscious thought — of that, he doesn't have much left. A fresh burn, left by the demon, runs over his forearm. Over him, the abomination's worse for the wear, but it's refused to let go of him through the entirety of the run, and it fought like hell to keep him to himself, when the demon briefly caught up.

Eventually, Felix managed to lose him by barreling through one of these tight alleys filled with shops. The obstacles both on the floor and in the air had allowed him to effectively get rid of both the demon and the human and as far he knows, they don't know where he lives. Not yet anyway. He didn't know how long he still had for that. He knows that he can't let that aspect of his life catch up with you but, fuck, he thinks it just might kill him. To know that he had you and to now lose you again— he doesn't know how he's supposed to ever get over it.

His feet slowly take him up the stairs, dragging more and more until finally he grabs the doorknob. Almost immediately, the door's pulled open, and you're there, standing in front of him, taking him in, eyes searching his face first, then the rest of his body. Finally relief overtakes you and you pull him inside.

Behind him, the tentacles snap one by one as he walks through the door. The last few ones still holding on break off when the door closes. That is another one of the miracle, one he cannot explain. Going to sleep used to be the worst part of his day, the one when he knew he'd have to close his eyes despite the fact that the monsters were all around him, feeding off of him. He'd have to feel his energy being slowly depleted as he laid there, desperate for sleep to take him so he could wake up without feeling rested.

The monsters never come in here. He doesn't know why. It's not quite the first time he's seen it; clearly some people are less targeted than others. As far as he's concerned, you are the one that keeps the monsters at bay, and that's why, as your hands reach up for his face like you want to check that he really is there, that he's safe, whispering quiet 'thank you's under your breath he, once more, cannot hold back.

His fingers wrap around your wrists, because he'll crumble if you keep touching him like that, and he kisses you again. He's got less adrenaline in his system, so it's not as harsh as the previous one, and you meet all of his desperation with softness. You intertwine your fingers with his, let him take the lead. You whimper when one of his cold hands sneaks under your shirt, brushing against the hot skin of your stomach.

“Sorry,” he mumbles into your lips, without taking his hand off, and then he kisses you again.

You both stumbles through the hallway before your back hits the door to your room. That is always where the two of you end up on nights like these. Not that he gets chased home that often, but on the nights when he just can't resist the thought of having you, it's on your bed that the two of you come crashing down. Neither of you ever speaks of these nights. He makes sure he's gone by the time you wake up, and he's not in a situation where he can be the person you deserve. You have nothing to do in his world anyway, you're an anomaly, a miracle that a God who took pity on him must have wanted to send his way.

He always wonders if you know how badly he cares, if you know you're the only one for him. He wonders if he should tell you he loves you, or if it would be unfair to you, when he knows he won't stay around in your world for long.

So as he strips you of your clothes with feverish hands, presses biting kisses against your neck while you arch into him, whines and whimpers falling from your lips, he does his best to let you know. 'I love you', his careful movements say as he kneels between your legs. 'I love you', his eyes when he takes in your panting silhouette. 'I love you', his open-mouthed kisses trailing down all over your body.

He revels in the way your body trembles under his tongue, and when he finally pushes into you with a grunt, no matter how much he tries to keep himself from falling deeper into you, he can't help it anymore. You push yourself on your elbows, fingers tracing his jaw, and you pull him in for a kiss, and Felix is just gone. You're too soft, too caring, too good for him.

Later, with his arm wrapped around you, while you're lying on his chest and he's letting his fingers run over your back, he hears his own voice rise up in your room.

“You're not going to ask? About earlier?”

There's a long silence. He wonders if you've fallen asleep.

“Do you want me to?” you ask after long seconds have passed by, your voice quiet.

He— He's not sure, if he's being honest. He, selfishly, wants you to care. He wants you to want to know. But if you do, if you find out about everything that crawls and flies and walks in this world by your side without you being able to see them, if you're pulled in his world in worse ways, it will only ever hurt you. No good can come out of it.

He's mulling over it when you look up at him.

“If you tell me, you'll regret it when you wake up.”

There's such sadness in your voice that he feels like he's just been kicked in the chest. He's sure that you're talking about how he flees in the morning, how he never talks about these late nights, how distant he can be. He doesn't want you to feel that way. He doesn't want you to think, even for a second, that it's your fault.

Because it's all too much, because he can't tell you all that, because he knows the words will come out all wrong if he tries, he kisses you again, and he can only pray that you can tell from the strength of it, from how he cradles your face. You let yourself sink into his kiss and into his arms.

“I never regret it,” he tells the room much, much later, in the dead of night, when your breathing is even. And his voice cracks when he tests the way other words sound said aloud for the very first time.

“I love you.”

so this felix is very similar to my jealousy, jealousy felix but this is a story that i've had in mind for an eternity. i absolutely loved writing it, felt fun going for something outside of my comfort zone. i don't know yet if i'll write more for this universe. would love to know your thoughts on it since this story was very precious to me, and if you don't feel like leaving a comment, please consider reblogging to help the story circulate <3

permanent taglist: @lethallyprotected @jisuperboard

[taffycandyqt]

👉👈 can I get some head-cannons on how 1987 and 2003 Casey would act as dads to his and the readers kid…….i have to imagine ‘87 Casey would be an interesting parental figure……not a bad one just very…..very interesting

Very interesting indeed...

03' & 87' Casey Jones x reader

Warnings none:

Fluff

2003 Casey:

Will cal the child squirt, tiny, chump, and/or kiddo

It all just depends on his mood.

If the kid is a girl he'll definitely call her princess or little darling and if they're a boy he'll call him little man, or buff little man.

He will love the crap out of your kids, dude is honestly so happy to be a dad.

When he first married you he wanted kids but he was also pretty scared and wasn't sure he was ready.

When it finally happened though?

He was so happy.

Just picture this man laying in the bed with your new born in his hands while they moved their little hands around without any real reason.

He would have literal stars in his eyes.

Dude would probably start taking his baseball bat with him every time he left the house.

Ain't no way he's going out with his kids without proper protection in New York of all places.

He would have a blast teaching the kids about hockey and if they were genuinely interested hockey games would become their biggest bonding moments.

Bro is honestly just a really fun dad.

Any game the kids play with him he will be 100% into it.

Doesn't matter what role he's playing he will literally destroy your house if your kids say it's what his character would do.

In short you had to tell the kids (and your fully grown adult husband) that real weapons were not, infact, toys and to stop stabbing your furniture.

You almost blew a gasket when you walked in the room to see Casey rip one of your couch pillows in half.

Yeeeeeah...

He won't be doing that again.

Also, ice cream trips are a staple in your house.

the kids want iced cream?? Why not!

Honestly he wants ice cream just as much as them.

If you say no he will join in with the kids and either try to get you to say yes or just try and convince you with puppy dog eyes.

when you kids hit the rebellious teen phase he will wil feel so much internal conflict.

On the one hand what they are doing is extremely dangerous, irresponsible, and/or disrespectful and it's infuriating.

But on the other... He also did those things at their age.

...

BUT HE WASN'T AS BAD (this is true. He was worse)

He is still happy with their teenage stage though.

The proud dad moments will be golden.

I feel like your guys kids would gravitate towards certain turtle uncles.

They would just click more with one than the other and he's happy to see his kids still having a connection with his old friends.

Mikey will complain to him often though if none of your kids pick him as their favorite uncle.

Overall, Casey is a top tier dad.

1987 Casey:

This dude is an entire basket case.

Not to say he isn't a good dad! He is.

You just have to thoroughly explain child safety and proper emotional reactions.

Examples would be, "You can't let our kid beat up their teacher for giving them an unfair grade" or "you can't hand a toddler a golf club to swing around the house" or "Sticking a fork in an electrical outlet will electrocute them"

Once you show him how to legally and safely go about certain situations, there actually aren't many problems!

He is very strict on what he believes to be right and wrong.

While his methods may be a tad counterproductive he means well and he will do everything in his power to mold your kids into well mannered law abiding citizens.

And in case you were wondering, he sees the whole beating up the teacher thing as the teacher lying on an official government document sooooooo.

In any case he's doing his best.

Casey doesn't really spend much time around the turtles in this version so their less like uncles to your kids and more just, "People dad knows".

If your kids show an interest in the turtles though, he will make a point to hang around more often.

When it comes to his mask Casey likes to leave it on.

It makes him feel prepared for any potential danger and he honestly doesn't feel fully dressed without it.

9 times out of 10 though, if your kids ask him to take it off he will.

He just loves them so much, and as paranoid as he can be he still wants his kids to know their fathers real face.

When it comes to raising your kids he is usually the one dishing out punishments. Not because you don't, he's just quicker at it.

He understands your kids are learning the ins and outs of life and he wants to make sure they know the consequences of their actions so they're prepared when they go out into the real world.

That being said he is also very fair.

If your kid didn't know something was wrong he won't punish them.

He'll just tell them why it was wrong and not to do it again. If they do it after that? Then they get time-out.

Like 2003 Casey, he is also very playful and loves playing games with the kids.

He will run with them around the house, dress up in costumes, do weird voices and all that jazz.

It's so cute honestly. This big buff dude in a hockey mask who prides himself in his strength and ruthless attitude towards "evil doers" will also have the most legitimate tea party while your kids call him Mrs. Whittlebottom.

With the way you both go about raising your kids it seems unlikely, to me, that they would become rebellious teens.

However if that were to happen Casey would be at a complete loss.

Casey has never felt tied down by the rules or "the man" as long as they kept the peoples best interest at heart.

Don't steal things, don't break others property, don't sell harmful substances.

It all made perfect sense to him.

When people follow the rules they are happy and safe and peaceful.

People don't get hurt and they are able to do what they love.

So when your children express feeling trapped by the rules of the house or call the punishment they get by breaking them "unfair" he is straight up confused.

Like, what do you mean its unfair that your growned for seeking out?! You know it's against the rules and you could have gotten hurt! WTF???

This could potentially cause a lot of tension between Casey and your kids but at the end of the day they still love each other.

It just might take some time for them to properly understand the other.

For everyone's sake though, let's not bet on your kids hitting the rebellious phase.

Also, your kids may or may not pick up some of his weird mannerisms such as calling criminals "evil doers" or hunting down literally anyone in the name of justice.

Yeah, it really doesn't help he raises them on super hero shows.

All in all, very dedicated husband and father. Will literally die for his family.

[mikasimaginairyworld]

The Crows as incorrect quotes

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Kaz at the beginning of SoC: 'some of you may die but that's a risk I'm willing to take.'

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Inej:'You seem familiar. Have I threatened you before?'

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Wylan: 'I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.'

Jesper:' It's not a joke'

Jesper: sniffles

Jesper:'I'm a legit snack.'

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Kaz:'Okay, I get it. You've had a hard time recently. You're stressed, depressed, seven people have died-'

Wylan:'Twelve, Kaz.'

Kaz: 'Not the point. They're dead now and whose fault is that?'

Wylan: 'Yours!'

Kaz: 'That's right: no one's.'

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Nina: 'Is something burning?'

Matthias: 'Only my love for you.'

Nina: 'Matthias, the toaster is on fire.'

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Jesper: '.. .----. --/ ... --- .-. .-. -.--' (I'm sorry)

Kaz: 'Jesper, what is that?'

Wylan: 'Morse code for I'm sorry.'

Jesper: 'Actually is remorse code.'

Kaz: 'I'm actually even more angry.'

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Kaz: 'I'm not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!'

Inej: 'Oh really? Name one law.'

Kaz: 'Don't kill people?'

Inej: 'This one's on me, I set the bar too low.'

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Nina: 'Must be hard not being able to laugh.'

Kaz: 'I do have a sense of humour, you know.'

Nina: 'I've never heard you laugh before.'

Kaz:'You've never said anything funny.'

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Jesper: 'Just be yourself.'

Kaz: 'Be myself? Jesper, I have one day to win Inej over. How long did it take before you guys started to like me?'

Wylan: 'A couple of weeks.'

Nina: 'Six months.'

Matthias: 'The jury's still out.'

Kaz: 'See, Jesper?'

Kaz: 'Be myself. What kind of garbage advice is that?'

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Kaz: 'Time for plan G'

Inej: 'Don't you mean plan B?'

Kaz: 'No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.'

Nina: 'What about plan D?'

Kaz: 'Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.'

Wylan: 'What about plan E?'

Kaz: 'Im hoping not to use it. I die in plan E.'

Matthias: 'I like plan E.'

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Matthias: 'Would you guys be there if I was going through something?'

Wylan:'Nope, absolutely not.'

Inej:'I hope it sucks whatever you're going through.'

Jesper: 'I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.'

Nina:' I hop you reach out to me so I can ignore you.'

Kaz: 'I can't wait to go to your funeral knowing I could've changed the outcome.'

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Wylan, walking into his house: 'Hello people who do not live here.'

Kaz:'Hey.'

Inej:'Hi.'

Jesper:'Hello'

Matthias: 'Hey!'

Wylan:'I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!'

Nina: 'We were out of Doritos.'

---

Nina: 'Croissants: dropped.'

Matthias: 'Road: world ahead.'

Jesper: 'BBQ sauce: on my titties.'

Inej: 'Shavacado: fre.'

Wylan: 'Miss Keisha: fuckin dead.'

Kaz: 'I don't understand word of that and I hate every single one of you.'

---

Jesper: 'I love you guys. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me!'

Inej: 'We're the best things that's ever happened to you?'

Jesper: 'Yes!'

Kaz: 'I feel sorry for you.'

---

Kaz: 'Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life '

Inej: 'Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?'

Kaz: 'Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.'

Jesper: 'edible'

---

Wylan: 'I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it'

Kaz: 'Just rip the bandage off.'

Wylan: 'It’s Jesper.'

Kaz: 'Put the bandage back on.'

---

Jesper: 'So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Wylan does? I mean, what if he jumped off a cliff?'

Nina: 'If Wylan were to jump off a cliff, he would’ve done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Wylan jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.'

Jesper: 'You jump off a cliff!'

Nina: 'Gladly. Provided Wylan did first.'

---

Kaz: 'Inej and I don’t use pet names.' 

Nina: 'I see. Hey, what do bees make?'

Kaz: 'Honey?'

Inej:' Yes, dear?' 

Kaz: 

Nina:' Don't ever lie to my face again.'

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

Imagine: Turning into The Dark side ( instead of Anakin)

( Ahsoka, Anakin, Obi wan)

You were in Ashoka’s crèche growing up, honestly one of her best friends.

Ahsoka would eventually match so well with Skyguy because she too had little chill

So you were the perfect partner for her — skilled enough to keep up with her in all her shenanigans but cautious enough to help warn her away from the first plans that went through her head

Ahsoka, after being paired with Skyguy, kept the thought that you’d do well under Master Obi in the back of her head

Instead, to the surprise of pretty much the entire Temple — Quinlan Vos had swooped in and asked you to be his new padawan

And equally surprising, you hadn’t spent much time thinking it over before you agreed

You confided in Ahsoka a few months later that you had felt the Force nudge you into agreeing and that you had personally thought you needed a Master that would help you step outside of your small comfort zone, help you learn to stand on your own feet

And you did!

Quinlan left you with Master Obi a lot — Quinlan was involved in a lot of heavy missions, things that he didn’t want to drag a brand new Padawan into so the 212th had an occasional baby Jedi Commander with them

(And Ahsoka was pleased to find out you worked fabulously with Master Obi — it only took you a week to master Obi-Wan’s signature disappointed look, all hip cocked and extreme frown and raised eyebrow. You stopped both Quinlan and Skyguy flat out with it the first time you broke it out on them)

But you’d been with Quinlan for long enough he finally felt confident enough to bring you with him on a run of the mill mission — something relatively easy to start dipping your feet into the undercover work he was helping you train in

Ahsoka guessed you had spent to long with the 212th and the 501st — you had picked up their bad luck — because it had only taken a day on the ground for things to go catastrophically wrong

Quinlan swore to anyone that was around him that he had only looked away from you for less than a minute but in that time you had been taken

It had to have been a professional group because Quinlan had immediately leapt into action and had tore apart your last known location, even dragging in his favorite clone Commander Fox and the entire Corrie guard but you were nowhere to be found

It had wrecked a lot of people when the news of your disappearance came out — you had been known and close to quite a few different Corps and it had devastated all of them

Ahsoka knew that no one ever completely gave up the search for you but eventually the rest of the War took over and finding you became a secondary or tertiary objective for most everyone

Not Quinlan though. Ahsoka knew he was still tearing his way through every dark corner and whispered boogeyman to find you

The Council had let him do so because a) they wouldn’t be able to stop him if they tried and b) his efforts were weeding out quite a few undesirables — not necessarily in ways the law abiding citizens approved of but Quinlan, even in his obsessive search for you, was careful to not present himself as a Jedi

Now though, Ahsoka had to hope that Quinlan hadn’t found you, would never find you…

The red of the lightsaber illuminated the corridor quite nicely. Certainly enough that Ahsoka couldn’t argue with herself — it was you in front of her, eyes a sickly yellow and a new hilt humming in your hand. The buzz of your lightsaber was the only sound Ahsoka could hear, even drowning out her heart breaking.

Your name slid from her lips without Ashoka’s knowledge and shattered the uneasy silence that had grown between you.

“Little ‘Soka isn’t so little anymore is she?” The words were purred, the malice dripping from your lips ripping right through her. Ahsoka tried to stop herself from flinching away from you but she feared she failed.

Lowering her hands to her sabers, she shifted into a ready position. She wasn’t going to let you get away again, no matter what had happened when you were taken. Quinlan had come back to the Light and Ahsoka knew he’d be by your side the entire time as they yanked you back to the Light.

“Oh? Does Little ‘Soka think she’ll be able to stop me?” You pouted at her in laughter, confident in your skills but Ahsoka didn’t let that deter nor distract her.

Ahsoka was a Jedi, she was a hunter who wore an akul headdress, and she had your scent. You weren’t going to get away from her again.

Again, you were a crèchemate with Obi-Wan, bold and brash and confident

You were a few years younger than the rest of the group but you had some pretty extreme shields guarding your mind that made you the perfect partner for either Quinlan, who’s psychometry wasn’t yet under his control, or Obi-Wan, who’s connection to the Force left him with pretty severe nightmares and visions that he often unknowingly projected around himself

You had been born with strong shields and that gave you the perfect protection against those two and so you had been quickly moved into their room as a buffer

Their clan had been kinda insular, most everyone making quick and sure friends with everyone — you had fit right in, quickly catching up with where everyone else was study wise

You had been the last one to get a Jedi Master and you credited it mostly to Obi-Wan that you had gotten one at all

While Obi was settling into being Master Qui-Gon’s padawan, you made a menace of yourself, invading their space frequently

This led you into being noticed by Dooku

Dooku and Qui-Gon famously Did Not get along but Dooku never really let that stop him from watching over his padawan

And he was amused by your determination to insert yourself into his Lineage’s lives but he felt that you rough edges were just a little too rough

And he was sure that he could smooth them out — not into a stone but into a knife, sharp and deadly

It was a subtle affair when Dooku asked you to become his padawan. He had asked your teachers to let him test your various table manners over a many course meal meant to simulate a variety of different systems customs

It really wasn’t something that was done but Dooku is Just Like That and he managed to slip it between questions about the rules of silverware during a Royal Naboo dinner and the correct way to seat dignitaries at an Alderaan banquet

Your partnership with Dooku brought him and Qui-Gon closer because now when you invaded their rooms, you always brought Dooku with

The partnership you held with Dooku was rocky to start but he had a strong Will and strong opinions on the correct way to behave but it wasn’t until you saw the way he insulted over 2 dozen different people during a senate debate without anyone knowing that you buckled down to learning his ways

You spent a lot of time on diplomacy missions but you were also sent on a lot of missions with the Jinn/Kenobi pair

You were actually supposed to be on the mission to Naboo that ultimately led to Qui-Gon’s death

Unfortunately, you had suffered a pretty severe broken leg from goofing around with Quinlan and Obi-Wan beforehand that led you to be Temple bound for a few weeks while it healed and Qui-Gin snuck out with Obi-Wan before Dooku could decide whether he wanted to stay with you or go with them

That…caused a lot of unspoken tension when Qui’s death was announced — you started to blame yourself for getting injured but also Quin and Obi for going so far in what was supposed to be a friendly afternoon, Obi-Wan felt like you had started the roughhousing that ultimately meant you were absent when he needed the help the most, Dooku was mad that Qui-Gon left without him, mad that Obi-Wan was part of the reason you were injured enough to require a long healing rest, and mad at you for getting injured

All of this was paired with his feelings about the senate and the roll the Jedi played in the Galaxy so he left. And he Fell

You stayed in the temple. At that point you had passed your trials to become a Jedi Knight and it took a couple of days after Dooku left before you heard the news

But it was hard after that

Your Lineage now had 2 fallen Jedi in it plus Qui-Gon’s maverick ways and Obi-Wan’s new padawan who was too old and too angry and just too much

Obi-Wan had sequestered the two of them away so that Obi could focus on making sure Anakin quickly caught up and that meant all of the Temple’s scrutiny and attention fell on you

You honestly lasted longer than you thought you would but about 2 years after your master Fell, the final straw came and broke the camel’s back

You had been a model Knight in those years, with several wins and successes under your belt. During one of those missions, you had found a force sensitive child and had brought them back to the Temple

The council saw the way the two of you interacted and guessed that you would be asking to become their master as soon as they were old enough

They spent a few weeks watching over your interactions with the child and knew their guess was right

They called you in for a meeting and very bluntly told you it wouldn’t happen. They weren’t going to risk such a child for the former padawan of a Fallen Jedi

You didn’t know where you personally went wrong. You didn’t think it was fair to blame Dooku’s Fall on you and you had spent the last 2 years becoming then being a model Jedi

It was then that you received communication from Dooku again — a long talk about how the Jedi were straying from their path, were bending to the Senate’s demands…

His message spun around and around in your head for weeks but it was the sight of Obi-Wan and Anakin laughing as they came back from a mission that firmed your resolve

Obi-Wan was in nearly the same position as you - Dooku was his grandmaster and Xanatos was his padawan brother, the Maverick was his master…why did Obi-Wan get to have a padawan to bond with and teach and guide into the future but you couldn’t?

That night you backed your bag, filed the flimsiwork that severed your connection to the Temple and left, leaving only your lightsaber behind

You had been outspoken about how much you disproved Dooku’s path since the minute you first heard he left then Fell and so nobody thought to look for you in his direction

Obi-Wan kept a wary hand loosely around the hilt of his saber. Something in the air, in the Force, was warning him. He wasn’t sure what the warning was but he knew it was there.

Obi-Wan knew he should be relatively alone in the Force on this planet — there were no records of the natives being Force Sensitive and the War had spread the Order thin enough that it was rare the he was ever sent out with a partner that wasn’t Anakin.

…and yet…

There was a sense in the air, something indescribable and uniquely Force in nature — the middle ground between touch and taste — that told Obi-Wan that someone was nearby and using the Force.

It was only his careful consideration of his surroundings that let him dodge the sweep of the red saber blade that was intent on taking off his head. It was a quick paced battle that took of from there, the Force being liberally used to help overcome the near complete darkness that support him and his opponent.

When Obi-Wan was thrown through the doors of the warehouse he had been hiding out in, the week sunlight that managed to break through the cloudy day was enough for him to see your face.

The shock that ran through him at the sight of you again was almost enough for you to gain the upper hand. Unfortunately for you, he had spent nearly his entire childhood and the actual entirety of his padawanship drilling with you on the various saber forms and he knew your style front to back and back to front.

It was that intimate knowledge of you that allowed him to keep living. You hadn’t been shocked to see him and you hadn’t suddenly started to pull your punches. In fact, your attacks gained in power and strength, a fury racing through you at the sight of his face.

“What happened?” It slipped out without his intent, sadness flooding itself around the words to drag them to the ground in disbelief.

“You did,” your voice was vicious, barbed, and aimed at him to shred him to pieces.

“All of this,” you spread out your arms to encompass the entirety of his view, “is your fault. It is because of you that Master Dooku lost Qui-Gon and it is because of you that Master Dooku left me and it was because of you that I FELL.”

Here your attacks gained strength and speed, an unreal whirlwind of unrelenting attacks.

But it was the next sentence that caused the most damage.

“Everything I’ve ever done because I Fell? Can be placed on your shoulders Obi-Wan.”

You were a healer in your last years of training when Anakin was first brought to the Temple — in fact, you were the one who took out Anakin’s slave chip

You had been in training for field medicine for the purpose of being a traveling medic and so you were used to explaining every step of your process — it calmed a lot of people down when they knew exactly what was happening to them and why

That kind of care had been really rare for Anakin and he quickly formed a bond with you because of it

That bond was very useful when you had to give him a full physical and the entire panel of vaccines — you didn’t move on to the next procedure or vaccine before you described in detail what it was and how it would help

Whenever he had to go to the Halls for healing, he always asked for you

And when you did finally earn the rank of knight and started to leave the Temple on your missions, Anakin was quick to “subtly” suggest to Obi-Wan that the two of them should follow in the same direction

It worked out — the Kenobi/Skywalker pair were ones to fall face first into major trouble and the Council decided it would just be quicker to send the three of you into the same areas for missions

Anakin really looked up to you — he never forgot his dream to free all the slaves and he knew you were working towards that goal, slowly but determinedly

And when the War broke out, Anakin was one of the most vocal supporters of you continuing your traveling work — he wasn’t afraid to argue his support of the good you could do. The War was going to negatively effect so many people, he said, and having Jedi still be seen helping people, healing people, would help with the support of the Republic

So you continued your way through the Galaxy, through the War and the death and destruction it brought

And that…broke you. You were only one person and there were just too many people that needed help

You Fell reaching for more power to just help one more person

The Holonet blasted out the announcement and a picture of you with the Classic Sith eyes before the Temple knew

And Anakin was devastated.

You had been an Idol for him, a pillar of Good

He actually refused to believe it for the longest time — you fell after the Rako Hardeen mission and Anakin was convinced this was another trick by the Council

It wasn’t until he saw you cutting down your former fellow Jedi to drain them of their power that he knew you were gone

The healer he had known would have never harmed anyone

The silence on the bridge was deafening. Anakin was frozen in his spot, his Master and his Padawan slowly crowding up against him in support. The holo footage of you was still playing on a loop, each frame of it as damning as the first time he saw it.

A blink and there you were dropping onto a Jedi Knight’s shoulders. A blink and your new saber, blood red blade a vicious wound across your body, was cutting through the Knight’s chest. A blink and you were kneeling over the dying Jedi, your eyes now a cancerous luminous yellow as you drew the Knight’s power and connection to the Force into yourself. A final blink and you had had the audacity to blow a kiss towards the dying Trooper who captured the footage before sashaying away.

Anakin wasn’t sure how long he watched the holo repeat itself before his heart hardened itself against you. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes as they slowly slid shut. Leaning slightly against his Master, Snips a comfortable warm line against his other side, Anakin finally reopened his eyes and turned to Rex and Cody.

“Make sure to get that footage circulating through the troops and sent on to the Temple. We need to start planning the appropriate approach when Darth Insidiae is next spotted,” his voice steady and sure, Anakin knew that his words were a death sentence for you.

But, Anakin thought to himself, you had already died. Now he was just taking care of your killer.

[idiosyncraticofficial]

Idiosyncratic tells the dark story of Calixte Stanhope, a rather callous but…ordinary enough young man who awoke in a truly bizarre dystopian world after being pushed in front of an ongoing train while escorting his significant other home, a faceless and nameless woman he remembers only by her mere existence in this vivid memory, and throughout his journey he's haunted by a deep longing for her that's seems to drive his quixotic incentive to do whatever he must to survive

Rather than being welcomed by either the pearly gates of heaven or the fires of hell, Calixte found himself standing in the midst of the very strange and deceptive town of Baltimore, where everything from the largest bank to the tiniest coin is made entirely of cardboard and plastic, like the set for a play—mimicking the real thing while not actually being it. One can say, a rip off of everything in our world.

The citizens of the town too; although they're quick to greet you with a warm smile and talk with such an enticing charm that is sure to ensnare anybody desperate for answers to their odd predicament, they are not even close to being as ordinary as first impressions suggest--first impressions of which Calixte, for whatever reason, could see straight there. And soon enough, those illusions of a society you could trust fades into ash and the true extent of the young man's situation is ever so cruelly unveiled to him, and this reality would threaten twist and pervert the perceptions of goodness and evil he long since held dear to his heart, or at least he thought he did--he can't quite recall where his knowledge of civility, law, and order came from as vivid as they are to him, they seem feel almost like the figments of a hazy dream or fanciful concepts from a child's tale...

Regardless, what's become absolutely and abundantly clear to Calixte is that this world seems to glorify the things we don't, endorse the activity we shouldn't, and corrupt the ideas of right and wrong we have used to scaffold our civilizations from the ground up. Violence and madness is the way, entropy and discord is the center of worship, and every sad unfortunate soul who's found themselves in this world must abide by the matrix of the daily grind as they do here. The citizens of this delightful world are diehard fanatics for this way of living, lusting for violence so much to the point where its broadcasted on television, discussed fanatically in literature, and any horrid death calls for a grand celebration. The more irredeemable and atrocious something is, the more the residents of Baltimore revere it like sacred scripture, and the man who proudly encourages and orchestrates this madness is none other than the eccentric mayor, referred to as just “Whitman Sedgwick"--his pen name, as he only seems to make himself known through various propaganda, manifestos, and biographies littered about the town.

The unlucky few who wound up in Baltimore under bizarre circumstances similar to Calixte’s, properly labeled as “actors”, have to routinely partake in abhorrent acts for the public’s sick entertainment otherwise more than just their dignity, humanity, and pride will be torn from them. And eventually, once you're fully proven yourself to be of no use to Whitman's design, you are properly "dealt with"

It’s a horrifying ordeal to most, but a paradise to some of humanity’s greatest degenerates, and that small minority is powerful, hungry, and determined to survive by any means necessary--no matter how low. Thus leading Calixte, an obstinate man with an ambition, to meet people he never would’ve otherwise, creating a fragile alliance that will either make or break this band of deplorable lowlives, all depraved in their own ways but alike in their desire for freedom and above all, answers.

As he begrudgingly adjusts his mind to this new world, he quickly realizes his dangerous willingness to do anything and everything he must in order to escape the clutches of the Hegemony and Craze and to reunite with the one woman so dear to him. However, Calixte never would’ve thought that the madness of this world stretch far, far beyond just the glamorization and capitalization of evil. It seems, there's more than one person pulling the strings--its just a question of, who exactly is at the end of the cross brace?

OOOOoooh so ominous

Also, PLEASE, give me feedback.

Idiosyncratic is actually the result of FIVE years worth of heavy editing, revision, and complete transformation of my earliest drafts of the Idiosyncratic story, even though that was not its original title (not by a long shot). Since seventh grade, i've had my mind deadset on creating my own series and sharing it with the masses--my mother was the one who fueled this dream simply by suggesting that I got into writing even though by then neither of us really knew that I had a talent for it per say. Back then I had yet to get a true taste of the darkness in this world so the plot for Idiosyncratic I did contrive was something that would not only make you cringe into yourself from how sickeningly sappy it was, but it would also bore you half to death from how milquetoast and unremarkable the writing was. I actually don't know if I should exactly consider this the precise foundation of Idiosyncratic given how vastly and jarringly different the plot is now, or if I should just call it the crappy ass grandfather of Idiosyncratic that would awake me from my cringy writing phase and ultimately be scrapped for something better. Regardless, it was 600 freaking plus pages of writing that went straight down the drain. And thank God it did. It was total dog shit no law abiding citizen on this great green grass should ever have the misfortune of reading.

[redrabbitspod]

YOU GOT ROBBED ?! Can we have a story time ?

Um, no? Andrew fucking stabbed him before he robbed us?

Okay, here's a story time for you since I know you've missed them.

To start, let me just say we have a ridiculous security system. Like, they probably don't have this shit at the most secure locations okay. My uncle procured it and idk from where, we'll leave it at that. Now, because of this, we've had to tinker with it so we don't get an alert every time one of the chickens beaks a worm to death (RIP worm). Because of that it basically just alerts us when something sets off the security lights.

Now, we're in bed. It's like 3AM and we're sleeping soundly AT THE SAME TIME which happens a lot but it also doesn't happen enough that we appreciate it when it does (trauma lol). Both our phones start buzzing and Andrew fucking ninja kicks out of the bed like someone's burst through our bedroom door and not at all like his phone is softly buzzing near his head. I don't move at all because honestly I'm tired and Andrew seems like he has it handled. A few seconds later I hear who the fuck and that's when I also karate somersault out of the bed to find myself holding a weapon and ready to go. Because that meant a PERSON was setting our shit off.

Andrew's all grimly pulling his arm bands on like 'stay here' and after I got done laughing in his face we crept downstairs. We were watching this person go from shadow to shadow like they thought they could avoid the security lights and it would've been funny if it weren't so sad. We watched him sidle up to the back doors and try the handle and then pull something out like he was going to try to pick the lock. The alarm only hadn't gone off at this point because Andrew disabled it on his phone before it could. So we let him try to pick it. Because why not right? It was laughable. It's an electronic automatic lock like, my brother in Christ. It was never going to work.

Meanwhile Andrew pulls out a donut from somewhere istg I have no idea I guess they were just there in the kitchen which is where the back doors are and we're just hanging out listening to this fucker cursing at the door. Eventually Andrew shoves the last of the donut in his mouth, straightens his armbands and throws the door open.

Okay so listen. Andrew doesn't just stab people unless they deserve it, you know? We were just going to scare the shit out of this guy but then he pulls a gun when he sees us and barrels his way into the house like he's a one man swat team or some shit. Andrew wasn't even phased but AS SOON as that guy pointed a gun at me? Whew. WHEW. It's still gray sweatpant season friends and Andrew sleeps shirtless so this idiot is fucking HALF NAKED with his LONG ASS HAIR everywhere with BLACK ARMBANDS and he pulls a knife out so fast and just stabs THE FUCK out of this guy. Portrait of a small hot man titled 'don't touch my things'.

I'm laughing just thinking about this.

Like right in his side. He crumples to the kitchen floor and I look at Andrew and he looks at the guy and I'm like we're never going to get the blood out of the grout 😭 and Andrew's like he could have killed you you fucking idiot and I was like that gun isn't loaded. The guy at this point is trying to like crawl away so I put a foot on his back to hold him in place. Where tf do you think you're going?! Anyway so Andrew checks the gun and yeah. Not loaded. Like I said. I could just tell idk.

So then what do we do? We COULD call the cops but who wants to deal with the cops? Not perfectly law abiding citizens like us. And let's be real idk why this guy is breaking into houses. He sure broke into the wrong one and he was lucky he didn't step on a cat or something bc I'm not sure he'd have lived to tell this tale. But Andrew calls Aaron 1. To make sure they're okay and no one tried anything over there because The Nieces live there and 2. He didn't want to bloody the Maz or the GS so Aaron's shitty Honda would have to do.

We tie the guy up, load him into Aaron's Honda (I drove because I'm a great getaway driver and Aaron threw the keys out of his front door and said I DONT WANNA KNOW before slamming it again) and dumped him in front of a hospital. At this point Andrew had a shirt on but it was fine because he let me be the one to threaten the guy and if there's something I'm great at (besides being a getaway driver) it's making people believe my threats.

Anyway the guy pissed himself in Aaron's trunk and we're just waiting for him to realize it ☺️

THE END -N

[thelocaldetective]

Takayuki Yagami

VO (English): Greg Chun

Fave quote:

“I’m gonna find out the truth. Even if it’s the last thing I do.” — Yagami about finding a way to redeem himself from his supposed mistake getting Okubo acquitted

Basics:

Sex: Male

Nationality:

Japanese 🇯🇵

Height: 6'1

Year of Birth: 1983

Residency:

Tokyo, Kamurochō

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Style of speech:

• Private Eye inner monologue (narration)

• Disfluency 🤣

Example: “hm” “uhm” “uh huh” etc

• Styles of speech

<> Casual slang (to his allies)

<> Formal (to his clients)

Age(s):

• 35 years old (Judgment)

<> 15 years old (flashback)

• 39 years old (Lost Judgment)

Occupation:

• Bar Tender employee (former employee)

• Lawyer (formerly)

• Detective (standard)

<> Head of Yagami Detective Agency

Other:

• Seiryo High School “faculty” (incognito)

<> Club advisor

• Photographer

• Locksmith (Judgment; part time)

• Food critic (Friend Event 😆)

• Relationship coach (Friend Event)

Dislikes:

• Crime being justified

• Needles

• People he cares about being endangered

• Being told what to do

• Criticism

• Overconfident thugs

<> Gets bored (rather than irritated) by their enthusiasm for their threats

• Accused of murder (especially without any proof)

• Shintani (on and off)

• People interfering with his investigative work

• Hattori

• Being rejected by Nanami (optional)

• Being ripped off

• Barkers 🤣

• Repeatedly being asked if he’s going back to being a lawyer (which is a very determined “no” every time)

• The idea of skipping town

• Name and reputation being tarnished (semi canon in the Side Case called “Takayuki Yagami: Evil Detective?”

• Corrupted detectives/lawyers

• Suits 😂

• Kuawana (on and off)

• False accusations (without any proof)

<> Seen when Yagami yelled at Hoshino for insistently prompting Kido Judgment game

AU:

• Mitsu’s behaviours:

<> Fighting for the sake of fighting (not self-defence)

<> Criminal activity

<> The disrespect towards their Japanese customs

<> Bringing up Yagami’s former career as a lawyer for the sake of fighting; knowing it’s a sore spot

• The idea of rivalry with Sally over being a club advisor for Seiryo High School

Likes:

• Food

<> Peking Duck

• Drinking alcohol

• Work (determinant/optional)

• Coffee

• Being self-employed

• Drones

• Being a law-abiding citizen (😂)

• Cats

• Taking "it slow" in romantic relationship(s)

• Puns

• Home-cooked meals 🤭

• Reading

• Massages

• Dating women who are self employed (determinant)

<> Emily S Mochizuki

<> Amane

<> Nanami (?)

<> Tsukino

<> Sana

• His standard “Bad Boy” outfit

• Smoking

Flaws:

• Alcoholic (high-functioning)

• Workaholic

• Smoker

<> Brand: Seven Stars

• Autistic (undiagnosed)

<> Because really most current and former lawyers are on the spectrum

• Traumatic past

• Volatile

> If it comes to criminal activity being justified or if someone that Yagami cares about is endanger

• Playboy (Bad Boy Path)

• Hypersensitive to rejection when it comes to dating

<> Seen when Nanami will keep (temporarily) blowing Yagami off by putting her work first

• Paying rent to his landlord (🤣)

• His former occupation as a lawyer being brought up (derogatorily)

• ADHD (implied)

• Orphan at the age of 15 years old

• Lying

• Talks to himself 🤣

Strengths:

• Leadership

<> Whether that’s towards either his allies or his “students” of Seiryo High School

• Sexual activity (determinant)

• Work

• Living independently

• Paternal

• Fighting (self defence)

• Fluent in English

• Mini-games (determinant)

<> Darts

<> Gambling

<> Virtual Reality (💴)

<> Drone Racing

<> Robotic matches

<> eSports

• Educated

<> He has the ability to read, write, and even put grammars in the right spot without any problems

• Asking for help

• Nonplussed by yakuza families

<> His indifference to yakuza is due to technically being “raised” (on the outside) — by Patriarch Matsugane — at the age of 15 years old

<> Although he’s nonplussed about it he can still be concerned for certain people who associated

• Being the “Jack-of-all-trades” type 😂

• Law badge

<> Even though Yagami isn’t a lawyer anymore; he still uses it to his advantage if the perp threatens to sue

• Soft spot for kids/adolescents

• Agile (physically)

• Teaching

• Parkour (Lost Judgment)

• Dancing

• Skateboarding

Romantic interests:

Mafuyu Fuji (formerly)

Optional:

Judgment:

• Nanami (highly recommended)

• Sana

• Amane

• Tsukino

Lost Judgment:

• Emily (Ijincho)

• Tsukino (Kamurocho)

• Kyoko (Iijincho)

• Minato (Kamurocho)

AU:

• Ellie (RP)

• Sally “Sukki” Jones (OC)

• Yoko Sawa (🤭)

Family:

(bio) Father: Unnamed (✝️)

(bio) Mother: Unnamed (✝️)

(surrogate) Father: Ryuzo Genda

(surrogate) Father: Mitsugu Matsugane (✝️)

(surrogate) Brother: Masaharu Kaito

(oath) Brother: Tesso (Lost Judgment)

AU:

De-facto: Sally “Sukki” Jones (OC)

Daughter: Mitsu Yagami (OC)

(surrogate) Sister-in-law figure: Mikiko Sadamoto

(surrogate) Nephew: Jun Sadamoto

(surrogate) Daughter: Kyoko Ansawa (😂)

Friends:

Yagami Detective Agency:

• Kaito (brother figure & crime fighting partner)

• Higshi

• Tsukumo

• Sugiura

AU:

Kyoko Ansawa (detective-in-training 🤣)

Law:

• Mafuyu(friend, former romantic interest)

• Genda (former superior, father-figure)

• Shintani (✝️) (friend, former mentor)

• Saori (former coworker, friend)

• Hoshino (friend, surrogate brother/son)

Other:

• Students of Seiryo High (as outside counsel)

<> Ansawa - unofficial detective-in-training 😂

<> Matsui

<> Sakaki

<> Akane

<> Koda

<> Naito

• Rie (landlord of Building One; where Yagami Detective Agency is)

• Yukko

• All citizens of Kamurocho (Requirement: completion of all 50 Friend Events)

<> Ryo

<> Tanago

<> Tashiro

<> Ryan

Aliases/nicknames:

• Tak (by very close people: friends, family, or lovers)

<> Patriarch Matsugane (✝️) (father-figure)

<> Masaharu Kaito (brotherly)

<> Captain Hamura

<> Jo Masuda

<> Mari

• Tatsuro (by drunken woman; Side Case)

• Yagami

• Takayuki (by any of the 8 girlfriends in total; optional)

• Sherlock

• My boy (by Patriarch Matsugane)

• Mr. Detective

• Nakata

• Cupid (by Mihara 😂)

• Yagamishi

• Detective Yagami (much to his chagrin)

<> Due to the fact if he gets called that he actually starts acting like a detective on TV 🤣

• Taka (by Sebastian Hutton; Friend Event)

• Detective

• Master Yagami (by Ryan)

• Mr. Conversationalist Detective (by Hakase)

• Hotshot (by Watanabe)

• Tābō ((by Kaito, Japanese version)

• Mr. MRC (by Ikeyma)

• Big Guy (by Minato)

• Mr. Good-Looking Young Guy (by a manger)

AU:

• Dad (by Mitsu)

• Shaolin Monk (master of kung fu 🤣)

• Takoyaki (by Sally)

• Mr. Vigilante (by Mitsu)

•

Enemies:

Judgment:

• Street thugs

• AD-9 project

<> Shono

• Kuriowa (✝️)

• Captain Hamura

• Shin Anon (secret boss)

• Keihin Gang Leaders

<> Kasai

<> Sakakiba

<> Koga

<> Honda

Lost Judgment:

• Red Knife (RK)

• Soma

• Kuawana (on and off)

• Matsui and his friends (formerly)

• Juzo (secret boss)

• Law enforcement 😂

AU:

Mitsu Yagami (OC)

Affiliations:

• Bar Tender (former employee; current regular patron)

• Genda Law Office (formerly as a lawyer)

• Matsugane Family (outside association; formerly)

• Yagami Detective Agency

• Bantam (Judgment)

<> It’s his and Nanami’s meeting/drinking spot

• Yokohama 99

• Seiryo High School (as outside counsel)

<> MRC (mainly)

<> Robotics Club

<> Dance Club

<> Skaters Club

<> eSports Club

<> Boxing Gym Club

Stage name (AU): Fist of Fury

<> Biker Gang Club

Stage name (AU): The Law-Abider

<> Photography Club

<> Casino Club

AU:

Quickstarter app (Judgment 🤭)

<> Rent

Abilities:

• Self defence:

<> Crane style (kung fu)

<> Snake style (aikido)

<> Tiger style (kung fu)

<> Boxing (DLC)

• Consultative

• Dancing

Skills (as a detective):

• Powers of deduction

• Tailing

• Quick-reflexes (determinant)

* Seen when Yagami is chasing the perp/suspect and catches himself if you bump into someone, falls over or an object is thrown his way

• Disguises (various)

• Pick-locking

• Heightened senses

• Insight

• Agile (quick-thinking)

• Reading body language

Appearance and Personality:

As a teenager:

When Yagami first meets Matsugane, he wears a satin red and white zip up varsity jacket, medium wash blue jeans, and red and white skate shoes.

When finding his parents dead at their house, he wears a black cropped blazer, red t-shirt, black baggy slacks, and black oxfords.

Yagami has a slim and athletic build, which allows him to move with fluidity and grace while fighting. He has medium-length black hair in a messy middle part. As a teenager, his hair was dyed brown and slicked back.

As a (ex) lawyer:

While in court, he wears a gray tweed two-piece suit with a red and white regimental striped necktie, a pair of brown dress shoes, and his attorney pin on his lapel. In several flashbacks to 2015, his hair is shown to be slicked back in a much more conservative style. He dislikes how he looks when he wears a suit.

As a detective (standard outfit):

Yagami's standard outfit is a black asymmetrical zip up leather moto jacket with snap-down lapels and epaulettes over a fitted white tee-shirt, a pair of blue medium wash washed out skinny jeans that are distressed around the knees, and a pair of white low-top sneakers. He also wears a wireless earpiece in his right ear. He has a chain on his jeans, which attaches to his wallet to prevent it from being stolen.

Mementos:

• Lawyer badge (on-hand)

• Photograph of Matsugane & Genda after Yagami successfully passed the bar

Location: Desk at the Yagami Detective Agency

• Motorcycle license (implied)

How would you describe Yagami’s personality?

Judgment:

* Hostile

<> Particularly if crime becomes justified or if someone he cares about is endangered

* Immature (socially)

* Impatient

* Family oriented

<> Brotherly towards Kaito

<> Fatherly towards Hoshino (Judgment) & the students of Seiryo High School (Lost Judgment)

* Lawful

* Relentless

* Authoritative

* Sensitive (defensive)

<> For example: every time Emei's case was brought up (whether intentionally or unintentionally)

* Pessimistic

* Loyal

* Playboy or gentlemen (optional)

* Wise

* Helpful (optional)

* Civil (well-mannered)

* Self-contained

* Vulnerable (selectively)

Lost Judgment:

* Apathetic

Especially after beating up cocksure street thugs 🤣

* Idealistic (fiercely)

* Enraged when it comes to justified crimes

* Calculated

* Investigative

* Inconspicuous (disguises)

* Empathetic

* Romantic (determinant/optional)

* Mature

* Socially awkward ( 🤭)

* Adamant

* Comedic (dry sarcasm)

* Persuasive

* Easily confused 🤣

* Cool-headed

* Modest

* Consultative

Relationships:

Mitsugu Matsugane (✝️):

He saw himself in Yagami and raised him as a son. Yagami would later be introduced to Ryuzo Genda, who paid for his education and supported him as he went through law school, and offered him a part-time job at the Genda Law Office. Yagami spent his first paycheck on buying a coffee maker for Matsugane.

Mafuyu Fuji:

During Yagami’s solicitor days it was implied (in a flashback) that he had some a sort of unofficial relationship with Mafuyu but soon abruptly “ended” after shortly quitting when his client got acquitted

Despite the “break up” three years later, after becoming a detective, Yagami can either choose to be indifferent, but friendly, towards her or he could state that she was more like a sister to him (optional)

Masaharu Kaito:

During his teenage years, Yagami would get into alleyway fights with Masaharu Kaito, a member of the Matsugane Family. Eventually, the fights would catch the attention of its patriarch Mitsugu Matsugane, who saw himself in Yagami and raised him as a son.

Other:

Jun Sadamoto:

Yagami was out of town — for a divorce mediation case — when Kaito took their client’s case and briefly met (presumably) Jun in the hospital before Kaito came to

Mitsu Yagami (OC):

Yagami found Mitsu abandoned in a box outside of his building with nothing but a blanket and a letter “N” on the back of the card; asked him to look after the infant as if she were his own (which she kinda was 😂)

Nanami Matsouka:

<> After being harassed by her aggressor and stalker, Takada, did Yagami stepped in to help Nanami out who immediately quickly pretended that he was her "boyfriend" and soon after the situation had been resolved they exchanged numbers

<> Shortly thereafter Yagami had gotten a text from Nanami saying that she was kidnapped by Takada and was held in a black van (and gives him several other details) before her smart watch had died; leaving Yagami to search for her whereabouts.

<> He finds the van outside of the ramen shop but accidentally sets the alarm off after picking the lock on the trunk; tipping Takada off to rescue the mission

<> After the ensuring fight, Takada is arrested, Nanami clutches onto Yagami, who comforts her. She tells him that she'll pay him back for everything he's done for her, leading to her asking Yagami out on a "date.”

Part 2:

<> After a couple attempts of asking Nanami on a date (and after being blown off many times over her work) Yagami goes to Yukiko as a last resort to win the former’s heart; which would had to involve a snippet of pretence to get them closer

<> After Namani found out about Yagami’s “deceitful” motives — like he had a choice because she refused to do anything else — she had gotten very angry (and hurt) with him for doing what he did.

Trivia:

• Yagami is the oldest out of all the 8 girls he can optionally choose to date (from both games in total)

Judgement:

<> Sana = 20 years

<> Amane = 11 years

<> Tsukino = 20 years

<> Nanami = 6 years

Lost Judgment:

<> Tsukino (recurring) = 18 years

<> Kyoko = 8 years

<> Minato = 19 years

<> Emily = 18 years

• Yagami is 4 years older than Mafuyu

• In total since quitting law Yagami has been a PI for seven years in both Judgment and Lost Judgment

• 5 years worth of experience with drones

• It’s safe to assume that Yagami definitely went through a mid life crisis phase (from job change to a change of appearance from formal suits to casual street clothes — which is a drastic change)

• Yagami’s nickname in Japanese Tābō translates to “young man Takayuki”

• Yagami’s home/work address is Nakamichi Alley

• He goes by something he calls the YAGAMI System when it comes to dating

You are the real prize

Ask lots of questions

Go for it

As soon as you

Make her feel comfortable

Ignore her calls the next day/Invite her out again

• Yagami always seems to attract foreigners 🤣

<> Sebastian Hutton 🇺🇸 (Acquintance)

<> Ryan Acosta 🇺🇸 (Friend)

<> Emily S Mochizuki 🇬🇧 (Girlfriend ~ optional)

<> Kalashnikov 🇷🇺 (Acquaintance)

AU:

<> Sally “Sukki” Jones 🇬🇧 (OC)

• Yagami may have a drivers license but just chooses not to drive (It’s safely assumed that he at least has a motorcycle license)

• Yagami is 4 years younger than Kaito

• Yagami always do the “Pomeranian Head Tilt” whenever he’s confused about something 🤣

References:

https://yakuza.fandom.com/wiki/Takayuki_Yagami

[the-descolada]

Penny and Winter as Symbolic Human Machines

So honestly, I’m really impressed by how well done the ending of RWBY Volume 8 was with regard to character arcs being fulfilled, especially for Penny and Winter. I’ve seen a lot of takes, some that I somewhat agree with, and some that I just don’t, that Penny’s death was “bad writing,” and I think that, subjectivity of what constitutes bad writing aside, this is ignoring a lot of aspects of V7/V8 that made for a very compelling narrative, and feels heavily based in just people wanting Penny to not have died.

And I get this! Penny is one of my favorite characters and I’m very sad that she died; however, I really actually loved how fitting her death was for her story and the broader story of RWBY as a whole, so I wanted to do a write-up of my whole rant on this so that people could read it and see my thought process for why this only made me love Penny’s writing more. I’m not necessarily going to ascribe value to the writing itself in this analysis, as that is highly subjective, but I am biased so that’ll shine through some.

V7 through V8 had a lot of moments that frankly I hadn’t picked up on right up until the end that worked to build a dynamic interplay between Penny and Winter’s characters. Specifically, Penny's role is of a literal robot becoming less of a machine in the thematic sense and more of a person throughout, contrasting with Winter, who, while she is helping Penny realize herself as more of a person and less of a tool, is going through the opposite experience herself. This is essentially textual - it’s explicitly said by Winter herself in less words during the Maiden power transfer scene in V8E14.

When we as the audience reconnect with Winter at the start of V7, she is firmly entrenched as Ironwood’s confidante and second-in-command, serving as a face of the Atlas military as it squeezes Mantle. It’s safe to say that not many Mantle citizens like her very much, but she is insulated from this and continues to follow orders without regard for the welfare of the people. Ironwood at this point is already extremely authoritarian, even though he hasn’t graduated to full on dictatorship and declared martial law yet, and his will is also imposed on her through bringing her into the fold with the chief purpose of grooming (god this word feels grossly fitting given their dynamic) her to become the next Winter Maiden.

Winter, despite holding a a significant level of power and authority due to her military rank, has very little agency in this decision. She insists that her choice to take up the duty as Ironwood ordered is something she’s grown into and chosen, but it’s alarmingly clear that this is not the case; nearly every action she takes in V7 is still fully in the purview of Atlas (read: Ironwood)’s goals. I would go so far as to suggest that Ironwood giving her this position within the military after she escapes her father’s influence is intentionally conditioning her to view him as the sole way out of an abusive situation, and to disguise the fact that this new situation is just as abusive as the first below the surface.

Penny’s role in V7 is completely in opposition to this; while she is still theoretically under the control of the Atlas military, she is presented as the Protector of Mantle and seems to be beloved by the people. Our immediate image of her in Atlas is one of emotion and caring; she is overjoyed to see her friends from Beacon again, and this continues throughout the volume as she talks about what it means to be a person with them, Ruby and Winter especially. When things start going wrong and she is accused of killing people through the doctored footage from the rally, she is horrified at the prospect of being seen as a monster and continues to make every decision with the aim of protecting everyone around her, even at the expense of what her “duty” to Atlas might be. It’s clear that she is growing into her own agency, rather than being beholden to what Ironwood wants for her, and this helps prove to herself that she is her own person, not simply a tool of the military, not a machine.

The climactic scene of V7 takes these two character arcs running in strained parallel and drives a wedge between them, even as they battle a common enemy side by side. Winter’s devotion to Atlas (read: Ironwood) results in self-destructive tendencies, uncaring for her personal survival if it would further a goal that she ultimately and ironically does not truly believe in. Penny, however, begins to entirely shake this duty, risking even the Maiden power going to Cinder if it means saving Winter from dying. To her, personal feelings (ding ding ding!) and personal friendships mean more than duty to a state, or even (as we see later) her own well-being. Self destructive tendencies aside, this loyalty to people she earnestly cares about, who earnestly care about her, is loaded with symbolism that separates her from the metaphor of machine.

The result of the V7 finale reinforces the track the two of them are on; Winter, having been molded into a machine of the military, fails in her duty, while Penny, who has begun to recognize herself more and more as a person, succeeds at keeping the power from Cinder. She still has a massive amount of self-doubt and deep-seated fear that she doesn’t count as a person, but the Maiden power, being the perfect thematic symbol of “maidenhood”, goes to her, proving her to be a “real girl” and reinforcing the ongoing narrative. Winter, battling her own mixed feelings over being chosen for the power, never questions this; it’s clear that she, too, recognizes that Penny “was always the real Maiden, while [she] was the machine.” This also reinforces Penny’s narrative being heavily trans-coded, but I think that’s pretty obvious and doesn’t need to be reiterated. The two of them part sides here, one remaining with the Atlas military and one actively rebelling against it.

As Ironwood starts going off the deep end at the end of V7 and throughout V8 and starts sacrificing everyone around him to fuel his own narrow and tyrannical view of how to save Atlas, Winter simply...falls in line. She is continually forced to follow harsher and harsher orders, and any choices she makes as part of that, with only two exceptions, still are entirely in service to Ironwood. She has become, in essence, a machine locked into a set path, a path she, conflicted as she may be, follows all the way up to a choice she cannot abide - mass murder. Even orders that would result in her sister’s closest friends’ deaths she follows unquestioningly - it’s unclear whether she would have actually gone through with it, since the option is taken off the table by forces outside her control, but she certainly says as much in her conversation with Marrow. Only the prospect of annihilating the entire city of Mantle finally snaps her off the track Ironwood has set her on, making her recognize that all of this has never been for Atlas at all, but for Ironwood’s own ego. Fittingly, finally seeing Ironwood as her enemy and not a savior, she is tasked with taking him down herself.

Contrasting this, Penny’s role in V8 is entirely one of rebellion. The entire volume is her building her agency more and more, making decisions based on what she thinks is right and what she values. She rarely listens to any one person telling her what to do; even her father, who she loves dearly, isn’t able to make her do something when her sense of justice is on the line. Ironwood no longer has his hold on her for the most part; any attempt at manipulating her into doing something against her own morals is met with defiance, supported by her friends’ love for her. She has to be outright hacked to be forced into doing his bidding, and she fights this all the way down, her own inherent personhood pushing back against this attempt to dehumanize her. In this sense, even her becoming organic symbolizes this; she and the people she cares about defy this dehumanization of her, finding a way to free her from the last remaining vestiges of Atlesian influence and further reclaiming her own agency.

And what does she do with that agency when she is faced with oblivion? She simultaneously affirms it by making her final choice in a desperate situation, defying Cinder’s attempt to rip her power away, and also gifts it in the form of the Maiden power to the woman who she is watching attempting to also shake the shackles of Atlas, symbolically showing Winter her own inherent humanity. This decision, though dire, is in recognition of what is most important to her: her friends. Even believing half of them are dead, she gives up her life to ensure the rest survive. In the final moment she has with Winter, she reassures her that she won’t be really gone: the memory of her choice and who she is as a person will live on through Winter’s continued choices, through her agency.

In the end, neither of them were machines; just two hurt people fighting back against a brutal world that sought to strip their agency away. The tragedy in this conclusion, that that brutal world took one of their lives away, is fought just as defiantly. Penny knows that gifting the power in her soul to Winter means that her death won’t be meaningless, that her agency will last beyond her mortality and might result in the world finally being freed from the threat of destruction. It’s because of hope, not despair, that she makes her final choice.

[letapollojusticesayfuck]

I did some Exploring yesterday and then I wrote a thing and I can’t be bothered to properly edit it yet so I am going to just let you read it as is :) please enjoy 800 words of Kay and Ema bullying Klavier for his “wait, that’s illegal” attitude.

“Hey, Music Boy,” Kay calls across the breakroom to Klavier, waving her phone in the air. “Come check out these pictures I took on mine and Ema’s last date.”

Klavier, by now being used to requests such as these (though still slightly caught off-guard by the notion that Ema Skye would go out on dates), makes his way across to where Kay is sprawled backwards across some “modern” office furniture.

“You went somewhere with nice scenery, I take it?” he asks, as a general conversation-starter, but just gets Kay’s cell phone shoved under his nose.

“Isn’t this place so cool? They ripped out all the interior walls, which was kinda annoying because I didn’t have a copy of the floor plan and so there was no way I could even try to use Little Thief to recreate it, but it was fun to try and figure out what room was what based on, like, the tiling and fireplaces.”

Klavier hmms and nods, watching the pictures go past as Kay swipes through them. When she reaches the fifth or sixth one, though, he startles.

“Is that a...fence? Around the property?” he asks. Kay nods.

“Yeah—they replaced it pretty recently, I guess, ‘cause all the stuff on the internet didn’t mention it. Wasn’t a big deal, though.”

“What do you mean it wasn’t a big deal?” Klavier runs through the photos he’s already seen in his mind. “Wait, some of your photos were taken inside the house. Did you...were you and Ema trespassing?”

Kay purses her lips and reclines in her chair. If she’d been chewing gum, she would have taken the opportunity to blow a large bubble. “Depends. Is it trespassing if there was a giant hole in the fence that had clearly been there a while?”

Klavier’s expression takes a turn for the severe. “You can’t do that! The presence of the fence indicates that it is the responsibility of the general public to stay out of the area!”

“And? It was fine.”

“I cannot believe this. I should call the authorities on--” Klavier breaks off, having come to an awkward realization.

“...were you seriously just about to suggest that you should call the police on us? On Detectives Ema Skye and Kay Faraday?”

“...I have no comment.”

“You totally were! God, lighten up, you narc.”

“I stand against crime as a general principle. The fact that you’re both officers makes it worse! You should be leading by example, being reputable.”

Kay rolls her eyes. “You know, I can’t believe that all that PR shit you did with your band wasn’t just for show. You really are just like this.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing. But seriously, would it kill you to lighten up? Take a vacation. Jaywalk. A little criminal activity is good for a person.”

Klavier frowns, his eyebrows pulling together. He takes a deep breath, as though he’s ready to start on a longwinded lecture about why being law-abiding is every good citizen’s duty--

Except he’s interrupted before he can begin.

“Can it, fop—I can already tell you’re about to bore us all to death. Kay, I don’t get why you keep trying to involve him in our lives more than absolutely necessary.”

Ema Skye strides into the room, barbed tongue and sarcasm almost indistinguishable from her usual demeanor—but the sharp words are less biting these days, their vitriol lessened in the presence of her girlfriend of three months.

“Babe! C’mon, he’s not that bad most of the time. You’re just still bitter about that one time he tried explaining a motive for murder using music metaphors.”

Ema huffs. “And rightfully so! I shouldn’t have to research weird Italian terms for how loud something is in order to get through case documentation—the German was bad enough.”

Klavier seems to have recovered somewhat. “Might I remind the Fräulein that she studied abroad in both Germany and Italy?”

“No you may not.” Ema catches sight of the pictures still displayed on Kay’s phone. “Oh, those came out really well—can you send me those?”

“Yeah, totally. As long as you promise to find somewhere else like this we can go explore sometime.”

“Somewhere legal?” Klavier interjects, trying to sound casual.

“What are you, a cop?” Ema replies, rolling her eyes.

“No, you’re the cops here.”

“Exactly. So it doesn’t matter.”

Klavier makes a wounded noise. “This is why nobody has faith in our justice system. Police corruption, going all the way to the top…”

“Hey! Don’t badmouth Gummy! He’s the best police chief we’ve ever had!” Kay’s indignation isn’t feigned. Klavier raises his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay, ja, you win. This has been a lovely talk, Fräuleins, but I do believe I hear my most recent trial documents calling my name.”

“Oh, sure, leave before you lose. But are you sure it’s your case files calling your name? I’ve heard some awfully interesting rumors about you and Apollo Justice…”

Klavier walks away before he’s dragged into that conversation.

[as-above-so-below-story]

25. Iron and Phosphorous

Series: Fullmetal Alchemist ( Brotherhood ) Word count: 3,019 Warning: Blood ig?? Authors Note: I really dont like this chapter that much but it was one of those “ this needs to be written this way to make the story progress the way i want it to” and I’m learning that not everything I write is going to be 100% perfect and some chapters are just duds!!! so yeah anyways ( i couldn’t even be bothered to find a preview for this chapter lmfao )

The search had continued, despite the endeavors remaining fruitless. If this had been anyone else, the search would have ended and the persons whereabouts would be dismissed. After all, they weren’t particularly fond of wasting their time on sniveling, pathetic humans.

Yet, Father insisted this one was important, so they remained committed. 

The dark barren streets didn’t offer much indication as to where she could’ve gone, and Lust’s charm only took her so far. Often the men would just end up lying, insisting their information was so valuable that Lust should sleep with them in order to get it. This resulted in their skulls being pierced and their bodies dropped off behind a random dumpster to be found in the morning, to which Lust barely batted an eyelash at. Men were below her, and their death was just one of many things that failed to stir any emotion out of the alabaster beauty. Envy returned, flustered and irritated – Kijo had called Leo’s house, but just as they were about to get her location out of her the phone had cut out. Envy had crushed the receiver in a fit of rage, throwing it clear across the room. Thankfully, the old bat was knocked out cold by her medication, and Leo hadn’t been in the house to find Envy throwing their tantrum. Not that they’d cared; if the blond had stumbled in on Envy, the living room would’ve been painted red.

“There was a lot of chatting in the background,” was all they had managed to gather from the phone call, their teeth gritted in obvious fury, “ and she was slurring. She could barely talk.”

“ She’s at a bar,” Lust deduced, tapping her finger to her chin. Yet, at this hour, most bars would be closed. It wasn’t like Dublith had the most exciting night scene. Most of the townsfolk were honest tradesmen and women, waking in the early hours to work.

The night belonged to the criminals anyways, and most law abiding citizens didn’t want to be caught in their affairs.

There was one place where they were all welcome to congregate, well into the morning hours, but none of the homunculi wanted to tread there. Yet, with a certain sense of desperation about them, it seemed likely it would be unavoidable. Lust and Envy clearly shared this thought as their eyes met. Envy sneered,

“ I’m not stepping foot in that rats bar,” they growled, their fists clenching at their side. Lust hummed to herself as she turned away, peering down the street in the direction they were to walk should they decided to investigate the Devil’s Nest.

“ It’s not ideal, I know--”

“ Not ideal? That bastard is a real pain in my ass!” Envy barked. “ I wanna rip his spine straight out of his throat for what he did to me. In fact-- ”

“ I recommend you not let your personal feelings get involved right now,” Lust’s voice was sharp, making Envy stop in the middle of their rant, “ I realize you two have a rather complicated history, but we need to focus on our objective right now.”

Envy opened their mouth to argue but realized she was right. Kijo was the main focus, whether Envy liked to admit it or not, and every minute that went by without them finding her was another minute that further increased Father’s disappointment. And a disappointed Father was a dangerous one. They fell silent.

Shouting drew their attention back towards the end of the street. With a quick, shared glance, the trio began walking along the cobblestone, the shouting getting louder and louder. It was definitely coming from the Devil’s Nest; as they came to a stop at the rise of steps adjacent to the street, the homunculi could see people pouring out of the door, the shouting accompanied by the sounds of physical conflict within the bar. Envy laughed.

“ Hm, it seems we’re missing out on quite the party,” Lust mused, leaning against the railing of the stairs. She moved aside as a pair of humans stumbled passed her, vaguely making out, “ they’re shooting up the place!” in between their panicked slurring. She rolled her eyes.

“ I can smell her.”

Lust and Envy whipped their heads around in Gluttony’s direction, finding the portly man sniffing at the air like a bloodhound. At first, his eyes were closed in focus, his bulbous nose wiggling against his face before he flashed his teeth hungrily and his eyes snapped open. It’d been hard to pick out against the scent of everyone else’s blood, but hers had a distinct, sweet tinge to it that he would never forget.

“ She’s dying! “

–

Kijo was reminded of a conversation she’d had with her father when she was younger, back when she was all braids and missing teeth and sassy remarks. Kijo had always been a curious thing – the generational curse, it seemed – and she ruminated over things children probably shouldn’t have been thinking about.

Her father had always been eager to feed her inquisitive mind, so he didn’t bat an eyelash when Kijo had asked what it felt like to be shot.

“ It feels like being punched, very hard. And then, your body will begin burning – it doesn’t feel good.”

What an understatement, Kijo thought as she fell against the door, struggling to catch the breath that’d left her. This was different. Like her entire lower half was contorting and twisting in pain, the muscles in her pelvis were constricting and tightening and she couldn’t will them to move no matter how hard she tried. This wasn’t a burning pain. It was something else entirely, something she failed to have the words for.

Some obscenity flew out of her mouth as she dropped down to the ground but she refused to let the tears brimming her eyes fall. Instead, Kijo barred her teeth and managed to look over her shoulder in Alonzo’s direction.

“Wha--”

The spike was gone, leaving the man standing. Kijo remembered when she’d used her alchemy on Envy that first time, when she’d tried fusing them to the wall, that the alchemy had fallen away due to her lack of experience in proper alchemical structure; Kijo had grown cocky and it came to bite her in the ass. Again. Alonzo was delighted.

“Not so big and tough anymore, are you?” Alonzo managed out. His resolve didn’t last long. His body crumbled beneath the weight of his pain and they both found themselves staring at each other on the floor.

Kijo’s chest heaved; had she ever been in pain like this? Her core ached as she recalled Father’s concrete serpent that had practically chewed her in half and she scoffed, “ I’ve had worse.”

That procured a curious eyebrow raise from Alonzo. Looks could be deceiving, he knew that, but what could be worse than being shot? His curiosity about Kijo only grew stronger.

That’s where the two found themselves. Bleeding all over the storage room floor, adding to the rust colored stains Kijo had noticed earlier when she’d first came darting in. Staring at each other to see who was going to pass out first.

Unfortunately for Alonzo, he was underestimating Kijo once again. This time, in particular, her stubbornness. She fought the tunneling darkness that ate away at her vision and began dragging herself, attempting to get to the side of the door. If she could get to the hallway, maybe, just maybe--

“ You’ll only bleed out faster that way,” Alonzo mumbled. Kijo cursed under her breath and stopped, realizing he was right; she’d left a thick trail of blood as she’d dragged her body. How much blood could the human body lose again? Her tingling fingers told her she was close to the threshold.

“So, what,” Kijo’s body trembled, “ we just gonna sit here and watch each other die? Is that the plan?”

Alonzo chuckled in an attempt to hide his nerves. The blood loss was certainly catching up. His hands and feet had long since grown cold. His heart was pumping hard in his chest, desperate to replace the blood he’d lost, but it was useless. It was simply pouring back out of his wounds. Kijo let her head fall back against the concrete of the wall,

“ You’re such a fucking asshole. Men like you are the fucking worst. You can’t go down without dragging someone else down with you,” Kijo’s words were sharp but they hardly had any affect on Alonzo. In fact, his expression was empty as he listened to her talk, his eyes watching her carefully.

She certainly wasn’t wrong. Alonzo was a man with few principles and morals, and he wasn’t afraid to admit when the shoe fit. The man couldn’t deny that they’d all wound up in a position he hadn’t expected to be in when he woke up that morning, but the payout from a job well done had been extremely appealing. So who was he to turn it down?

Yet, it seemed he’d wind up being the one to pay a heavy price. Even if he survived this, he still had his own boss to answer to. Maybe Alonzo had limited principles, but the man he answered to was much more depraved than he was. He would be killed off for his failure to successfully collect payment from Greed the Avaricious.

Alonzo had been warned, too. He knew who Greed was, obviously – he’d been the one to make the deal with him. It wasn’t Alonzo’s job to collect payment, only to reinforce it, so he hadn’t been expecting much when they’d arrived at The Devil’s Nest and he’d seen Greed proudly displaying this girl like a trophy. That’s why he’d just decided to use her. He figured if this woman was so special to Greed, then it’d make the night go smoothly and he’d be home in no time.

Instead, he was bleeding out on the floor of some storage room with that same girl, both of them feeling abandoned and discarded.

Alonzo adjusted his body, sitting back on his rear.

“ You’re not wrong,” he whispered out. Kijo’s head jerked up curiously in response.

“… Not really the response I was expecting.”

“ What, you want me to point the finger at someone else?” Kijo glanced away for a moment before she shrugged and Alonzo gave a dry laugh, “ I could. I absolutely could. I certainly wasn’t expecting the night to go like this, and if I’d known you would’ve been such a handful, I wouldn’t have dragged you into it at all.”

Kijo clicked her tongue but didn’t bother responding.

“ You’ve lost a lot of blood,” Alonzo eyed the puddle that had formed around Kijo and noted her ashen face, “ most would have passed out by now. You’re a lot tougher than I thought you’d be. You realize that, right?”

“ Thanks, ” Kijo mumbled out. She didn’t feel very tough. In fact, the pain had long since subsided and all she wanted to do in that moment was fall asleep. But sleep was the enemy, because with it came the threat of death. Or worse.

They’ll find me.

Just the thought was enough to make her bare her teeth and begin moving again. Sitting stagnant certainly guaranteed either outcome, so she had no choice but to try moving. The pain ripped through her abdomen and she gasped out. Alonzo shook his head,

“Are you stupid? You’ll die at the rate you’re going--”

“I’ll die if I stay here!” Her voice came out like a snarl and Alonzo wasn’t sure if the goosebumps he got were from her tone or from the blood loss. Nothing was adding up about this person. She had some sort of relationship with Greed, yet she was an Alchemist. But, she was also a fugitive, with a rather generous bounty on her head. An enemy of the state? A former militant? No, she clearly didn’t have much combat training. Her attitude was much larger than her body, too, but that didn’t make her much of a threat on it’s own. There were always conspiracies regarding questionable experiments the government was conducting on innocent civilians and former soldiers. Alonzo recalled one in particular, where a man had supposedly turned his own wife into a chimera – but that was a rumor with no proof to fall back on, so Alonzo wrote it off as mindless gossip. Yet, as he watched Kijo struggle further, he couldn’t help but wonder...

“You’re innocent, aren’t you?”

Kijo froze.

“Whatever it is that they want you arrested for – you didn’t do it, and that’s why you’re running. Because if they catch you, they’ll kill you?”

Kijo actually wasn’t sure, but Father had toyed with her life once before and she didn’t doubt that he’d do it again. All she knew was that if they did catch her, she wasn’t sure what would happen to her, and that uncertainty was enough to get her adrenaline pumping. She couldn’t risk being caught. Because, in her own experience, escape only became harder the second time around.

Alonzo took her silence as a sign that he was right and he sighed, dropping his head. It wasn’t like he cared much about this girl, yet… There was something infectious about her tenacity, and he couldn’t help but at least respect that.

“ Turn right and keep going until you get to a dead end,” Kijo’s head jerked up and she looked back over her shoulder, eyes widened with surprise, “ There will be a door that will take you to a pair of stairs. Follow those stairs and you should find yourself just on the outskirt of town, near the hospital.”

Kijo almost questioned his intentions, but she found it hard to believe he’d lead her astray with no benefit to him. Like he said earlier – none of this was really personal. To him, it was just another day on the job. Hell, she’d hoped he was going to bleed out earlier, and that wasn’t personal either. The two of them were just trying to survive being roped into a situation neither of  them wanted to be in to begin with.

Still, it wasn’t enough to garner sympathy from Kijo. He’d shot her, after all. But she took his directions seriously and nodded before she gathered all of her strength and pulled at the cellar door.

It dragged across the concrete heavily, and Kijo thought her abdomen was going to burst from the resistance, but she finally managed to pull it open just enough so she could slide her body through. Alonzo watched on and closed his eyes only when she finally disappeared. He sighed.

“ The Boss is going to kill me. “

–

At least there weren’t any more gunshots, but if any more of Alonzo’s buddies were wandering the hallways, Kijo would be in trouble. She wobbled slowly, propping herself up against the wall as she went.

The only thing on her mind was Alonzo’s instructions and she cursed herself for not being able to move faster. The hallway seemed to drag on forever; was she even sure there would be a door waiting for her at the end?

You can’t exactly turn back.

Oh great. I was wondering when you’d show back up, Kijo bit. Honestly, your timing is just terrible.

There was a laugh. Like bells ringing. Kijo felt her heart skip a beat.

That is not the first time I’ve been told that.

Despite Kijo’s grumbling, she found relief in hearing the voice. What she’d first assumed to be her subconscious conspiring against her had turned into a source of comfort; not that she would admit it, of course.

Just keep going. You’ll be okay when you get to a hospital.

And then what? You said earlier that I need to go back. I’m supposed to go back to Leo, right?

No, there was a pause. You need to go back to Father.

“ Fuck no!”

Kijo’s voice echoed loudly through the hallway. The surprise of the voice’s response had forced her to a halt and her hand had formed into a fist against the wall. It took all of her willpower to not start pounding her knuckles into it.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! If I go back, I’m as good as dead! Or worse! I...”

Envy flashed through her mind. Their mocking tone, their shit eating grin, the way they continuously patronized and belittled her. Her heart pounded, weak but painful, and she was certain her wound was bleeding more in response, but she didn’t care. The voice urged her to calm down.

“ No, I will not calm down! I’m not going back to that – that--….” Kijo’s head spun and she dropped down to her knees, her hand uncurling and dragging pitifully against the wall in an attempt to stop her falling. “ Ehh...”

The voice was still talking but at this rate, Kijo could no longer make sense of what it was saying. Her vision was tunneling. Kijo dropped forward, her eyes leveling with the floor.

“I can’t… I can’t go back...” She mumbled. Desperation was the only thing pulling her body forward at that point, but she knew it was fruitless. She hadn’t even found the stupid fucking door. She was going to die, alone, in that damp hallway, and her final moments were spent entering into some blood loss-induced psychosis where she argued with a voice inside her head. Not much different from how she went out in her world. It seemed the fate had other plans, however, and she heard a voice. Different than the one in her head. Familiar all the same.

“Oh, there you are.”

Kijo managed to lift her chin, narrowing her eyes to focus on the pair of violet orbs that peered down at her. There was a flicker of amusement in them. She felt little comfort.

“ I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

[mermaidmelodyedits]

Return to the Sea (Older Mel AU) Ch.11

Author Notes: This fanfic is a retelling of The Little Mermaid 2 Return to the Sea but with Melody at 19 instead of 12. This fanfic was originally posted on my deviantart, and as of 5-15-22 it HAS FINISHED WITH A PROLOGUE AND 24 CHAPTERS. You can also find it on fanfiction.net where it also has all 24 chapters and the prologue. I’ll be posting a new chapter to tumblr every week on Saturday, so look forward to that. Thanks for reading! Story starts below

P.S. Sequel scheduled to come soon!

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CHAPTER 11: Song of the Sea

It had been well over a decade since Ariel had been back in the water, and everything seemed both different and the same. The tides and sand are constantly shifting, but there are more subtle changes that take years to pass. Rocks are worn away, undersea volcanoes and earthquakes altering the landscape, new trenches ripped open and mountains toppled.

The years had changed Ariel as well, she wasn’t the same wild rebellious mermaid princess anymore. Now she carried herself with the composure of a Queen, long red hair neatly secured into a tight bun, diamonds hanging at her ears and neck. 

All of these new developments weren’t lost on Ariel, but her mind could only think of her daughter and the thousands of what-ifs that could be playing out. Her very heart ached, the pain and panic seizing her body in waves. Her chest locked up so tight it was hard to speak. How could she possibly go home to the comfortable palace with her daughter missing? How could she face her sisters after a decade apart when she was already an emotional wreck? How could she do anything besides look for her child?

It would be pointless for her to try and find Melody in the bustling urban streets of Atlantica. It’s the biggest metropolis in the entire ocean, with hundreds of merfolk in every direction and dozens of guards already in the streets looking. She knew she needed to comb everything that stretched between Atlantica and the human shoreline. It was illegal for any merfolk to travel more than one mile east of the city, any further was considered human territory and forbidden.

Search parties ordained to go out into this human territory would likely be going there for the first time, and how could you thoroughly search a place you have never been? But Ariel spent more time in these forbidden waters than any law-abiding citizen would dare, and even twenty years later it felt like her old stomping grounds.

She didn’t realize how many memories she had in that long stretch of forbidden ocean. The shipwrecks, being nagged by Sebastian, going to visit Scuttle, going to secret fish concerts with Flounder. Even her old secret hideout, where she hid her collection of human world treasures. The remains of that collection still scattered in pieces years after her father destroyed it all in front of her. Memories and places she wished she could share with Melody, places that she knew her daughter would have loved.

The longer Ariel spent as a mermaid the louder she could hear the ocean in her ears. It was a sound she nearly forgot, the rhythms of the currents, how it speeds up or slows down according to the moon, the way all living things alter the notes with their every movement in the water. The Queen remembered using it as a lullaby for her newborn, wanting nothing more than for her baby to hear the ocean’s voice. For the little girl to hear it just like her mother did, secret music no one else could ever understand.

Ariel swore if she ever saw Melody again, she would share the song of sea with her.

After a long restful nap on top of a friendly blue whale, Melody went through the enchanted bag Morgana had given her. It carried as much as she needed, made it all light as a feather, and never changed sizes.

It didn’t take her long to find the map, a stone tablet with intricate carvings etched over its surface. The map etchings had been painted lightly over within white to make the carvings easier to see.

Despite this, Melody couldn’t even figure out where she was. Let alone figure out where everything else on the map is and follow it to Atlantica. Plus the whale had probably been drifting for hours now, how far was she from Morgana’s lair? It was the only location on the map she could recognize, and she had only a vague idea of the direction the whale was swimming.

She wasn’t staring at the map for long when she felt the kind whale beneath begin to heave. He had drifted into a kelp forest, the seaweed tickling his face and underbelly. In a quick jerk, the whale sneezed, the blowhole right next to Melody exploding with a stream of water.

The powerful blast launched the young mermaid off the whale’s back and crashing onto a nearby iceberg. Her landing had been incredibly lucky, smacking onto a pile of freshly fallen snow. Had she been just a few feet over she would have landed on a deadly sharp icicle.

An immediate groan escaped her lips, and a moment later a giant rock exploded into the ice by her head. On instinct, she shrieked and threw her arms over her face just in time.

After rolling herself over she realized what had happened “Oh no, no no no no!”

The rock that nearly bounced off her head was the stone map, and now it was in unreadable pebbles scattered across an ice field.

“Ugh now, how am I going to find my way to Atlantica? And even if I do get there how will I get the trident? Or find where Lily lives?” A swell of hopelessness filled her heart, and questions swirled in her mind.

“Um, are you okay?”

For the third time in five minutes, the princess screeched and was caught completely off guard. In the water beside the iceberg was a shirtless blonde-haired boy, just casually speaking to her in a frozen wasteland.

“Woah are you…?” Internally she cursed herself for her idiocy, she almost gave herself away by asking if he was a merman. What kind of question is that for a mermaid to ask? “Uhm I mean, are you… are you alone?”

The young man smiled, casually resting his arms on the edge of the ice. Melody couldn't help but notice how powerful his arms looked, how broad his shoulders. Her skin flushed a bright red, both with embarrassment at having screamed earlier and from the sight of such an attractive young man. Living isolated in the castle didn’t give her too many chances to run into handsome men her age, or many men at all for that matter.

“I’m so sorry miss, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m traveling alone, it’s just uhm…” he fidgeted and glanced away shyly.

“I think I just saw you soar through the air? Then snow and rocks started raining down everywhere… Are you alright?”

If Melody wasn’t crimson before she was now, “I’m such an idiot, I’m sorry… I was riding a whale and it just suddenly flung me out of the water, and then my map broke into a million pieces and-”

A deep honeyed laugh interrupted her flustered ramblings, “It sounds like you got sneezed off! Don’t worry, even the best of us get distracted while hitching a ride.”

Melody locked eyes with the young man, taking in his face closely for the first time. He had dark green eyes that reminded her of how sunlight reflected off kelp fields as they swayed in the currents. His skin was deeply suntanned, hinting he hadn’t been in the Arctic waters for very long.

Upon scrutinizing his features more closely, a strange feeling appeared. Her brows knit in confusion, “Have… have we met before?”

The young man seemed taken aback, his casual demeanor wavering for just a brief moment before he flashed another smile. “I don’t believe we have, I’d have remembered your face. My name is Alex.”

A soft smile appeared on the princess’s pink lips, “My name is Melody, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Alex. What are you doing out here alone?”

“I could ask you the exact thing, Melody.”

“Well I’m trying to get to the city of Atlantica, and as I said before, my map broke. Even if it hadn’t though, I would still have no idea how to get there. I’m kind of a hopeless case.”

“I don’t think you're hopeless, just a little turned around. Why are you heading to Atlantica anyway?”

“It’s kind of a long story.”

“Well, why don’t you tell me along the way?”

“I mean I guess I can tell you if you want… Wait, what?!”

Alex grabbed Melody’s hand and pulled her into the ocean with him, “You heard me, I’m going to take you to Atlantica. I know the way by heart.”

“You would do that for me?”

Alex turned and began to swim away, motioning for her to follow. “I was heading to Atlantica anyway. We aren’t too far from a strong current that we can take almost the whole way there.”

With a flip of his dirty blonde hair he playfully taunted back at her,

“Well Melody, are you coming to Atlantica or not?”

[gothgirlmahi]

Princess Chapter 1

Dark!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You never thought one date with an Avenger would end up with you locked in his house, playing out his fantasy.

Warnings: forced age regression, smut, non con

Your eyes shot open, frantically darting around the unfamiliar space. You were laid on your back completely naked, tied to a bed. The white sheets were rough under your bare skin. Your wrists and ankles were bound, seemingly attached to ropes at the bottom of the bed.

Panic took over your mind. This was definitely not your house and not your bed. The room you were in was small and unpainted with two doors, one leading to your left and the other to your right. There were no windows to see out of.

Part of you wanted to call for help but you suppressed the urge. The person who brought you here was probably still around. A light and hazy feel clouded your brain and after tugging at your restraints for a while, you were tired. You bit your lip, trying to silence the tears you knew were coming. You didn’t want to cry. You had to be strong. Whatever this was, you would get out.

A few minutes passed and your breath never calmed. Still agitated, still waiting to see why you were here, why it had to be you. You hadn’t done anything to anyone, at least not that you’d known. You were a nice law abiding citizen who certainly didn’t have any enemies so why were you here?

The door to your left began to creak open you supposed you would get answers soon. You nearly had a heart attack when he walked through.

“Bucky?” you asked, chest heaving wildly with fear. His mouth was pressed into a hard line as he approached you, staring down at you in the bed.

You knew him. You knew him! You and Bucky had gone on a date, on one date and you hadn’t planned on seeing him again after that. Although he was an Avenger, there something about him set you off. Now you knew what.

Bucky’s lips curled into a sweet smile and he put a hand on your cheek.

“Good morning, princess. Did you sleep well?”

There were a lot of things you wanted to say.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Why the hell did you bring me here?

You’re crazy.

But you settled for something less combative.

“Can you untie me?”

He shook his head and gave your cheek a pat before sitting down next to you.

“No. Not yet. I guess we need to talk, huh?”

“Why would you do this? You don’t even know me,” you stammered out. Bucky shook his head.

“I know you need me. The world is a dangerous place and you need Daddy to take care of you.”

A tear slipped down your face and Bucky swiped it away with his thumb.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you begged, attempting to curl in on yourself and being held back by the ropes. Bucky set his hand on your hip, rubbing circles into your bare skin.

“Shh. None of that. I won’t hurt you unless you make me.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Daddy loves you, honey. Don’t be scared, it won’t be so bad. I’ll make you feel so good and all you have to do is be a good girl.”

“I’m really confused and I’m scared. Please let me go,” you begged. Bucky shook his head. A look of frustrated anger took over his face as he looked down at you.

“I know this isn’t going to be easy but you will accept me.” The cold anger raging in his eyes almost made you gasp. He stood and pulled off his shirt which sent adrenaline running through your veins.

“You don’t have to do this. I promise I won’t tell anyone. Please. Please just let me go. I swear on my life I won’t tell anyone.”

He slid his pants and his underwear down and you were greeted with the sight of his half hard cock. His hand wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off as he looked at you.

“You’re so pretty when you beg. Keep that up. You’ll be begging for my dick soon.”

Bucky climbed on the bed and you closed your legs quickly. He pried then apart easily despite your attempts otherwise. He laid between your legs, keeping your thighs open with his own. You wanted to push back against him but your restraints could just barely reach him.

“Your body is mine. You belong to me. Remember that.”

“Stop!”

He slid the head of his cock against your clit and you squirmed. He did it again, taking up a gentle rhythm against you. There was nothing you could do to stop him, nothing you could do at all but cry and beg him not to go through with this. With every protest you uttered, he only seemed urged on more. Slick started to gather between your legs and you hated yourself for it. Bucky just smiled and began to press into you.

His member was thick, stretching you open uncomfortably even with your growing arousal. When he was fully sheathed in you, he threw his head back with a groan.

“I knew your pussy would be amazing but fuck.”

He slammed into you with a hard thrust before doing it again and again until he was ramming into you with abandon. His hips slapped against yours mercilessly and the headboard hit the wall with every thrust. A hand came to close around one breast while his mouth went to the other. With his free hand, he pulled your leg closer around his waist to get better leverage over you.

“Please stop,” you tried again. He pulled off of your nipple and shook his head. In the low light his blue eyes were nearly black and his gaze seemed absolutely feral as he took you.

“Daddy loves hearing you beg, princess. Do it again. Tell me to stop.”

He pressed his face into your skin, giving a low growl before biting your shoulder. You yelped in surprise and he licked the bite mark slowly, sucking a bruise into your skin. After the pain and shock subsided, you tried to ignore the growing feeling inside you. Your breath was ragged as you tried to keep a level head, keep from slipping into—

“Are you gonna cum?” he asked suddenly. You shook your head with silent tears streaking your skin. Bucky slid his thumb into his mouth before bringing the wet appendage down to your clit. As soon as it made contact, your eyes were rolling back.

“I’ll let you cum if you do one thing for me.”

“Stop,” you said weakly. Bucky increased the pressure on your clit and you felt yourself barreling towards an orgasm.

“Beg daddy to let you cum,” he demanded. When you shook your head, his metal hand was almost instantaneously wrapped around your neck.

“Beg daddy to let you cum,” he repeated. The little smirk on his face showed the sadistic pleasure he was taking in this. When his hand began to squeeze around your neck, you were nearly frozen in panic although the tingling in your core was still distracting you.

“Please daddy let me cum,” you begged, humiliated at your situation. Bucky laughed and let up the pressure on your neck, but he kept his hand there. The cold metal on your skin was contrasted with the heat between your legs and Bucky working you towards a shameful release.

“That wasn’t hard, now was it? Cum for me, baby. Squeeze that pretty cunt on my cock.”

Your legs shook uncontrollably as your orgasm took over. Back arched off the bed and moaning wantonly. Bucky seemed pleased at the sight, not stopping his ministrations until you were completely strung out. To your surprise, he pulled out. Cock still hard and leaking. When he started to untie your legs, worry set in.

“Are you letting me go?” It was wishful thinking on your part but you had to ask. Bucky looked at you like you were stupid and gave your now free leg a little pat.

“Daddy loves you but first he has to break you. I’m gonna fuck your pretty ass, sweetheart.”

“No, please! No! I’m not ready, I’ve never—“

“Shh, baby girl. It’s okay. Just calm down,” he said while roughly flipping you over. You flailed around on the bed, kicking your legs but he was able to very quickly subdue you. He roughly opened your legs, once again settling between them. His metal hand slapped your ass before groping you roughly.

“Bucky, please, I’ll suck you off. I’ll do anything. Please don’t do this.”

Bucky chuckled darkly, leaning over you to whisper in your ear.

“Baby, you’re gonna suck my dick later anyway.”

He pulled your hips up, forcing you to arch your back. His metal fingers dipped through your folds, collecting your slick on his hand. He pulled your ass cheeks apart and slid one metal finger through that tight ring of muscle. When you cried out in pain he hushed you.

“Don’t act like nobody’s ever fucked your ass before, slut. I know your holes were like a revolving door before you met me. I saw that vibrator you have. The double penetration one. So I know you like it.”

When he pushed another finger into you, you held tightly to your restraints, gritting your teeth. He pressed into you as far as he could go before finally adding a third finger. Silent tears ran down your face while you laid face down on the mattress.

“How does that feel?” he asked. Your only response was a groan of pain. When he had enough of working your open for him, you felt the head of his cock press against your tight hole. He slid in with some force and you screamed out in pain. It felt like you were being ripped apart. Bucky moaned loudly above you, taking hold of your hips and slowly pressing in further.

“I’m not gonna last long. I’ve never felt anything this tight in my life. It’s like every part of you was made for me.”

He pulled you back against his dick and you sniffed through your tears. You knew there was no use in begging him but you couldn’t stop. You would do anything to stop the pain.

“Please stop, please! It’s hurts so much!”

“Fuck. If you keep begging me like that I’m not going to be able to control myself. I hope you know the tears only make me want to fuck you more. Your ass is so goddamn tight. We’re definitely doing this again.”

Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist while the flesh one rested against your back. He held you still while he fucked into you quickly. You clenched your jaw, just wanting it all to be over. His hips stutters in their rhythm and his breath hit your neck in a little gasp. He was close.

“Oh fuck yeah. That’s it. Taking my big cock like a good girl. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you, sweetheart. Has anyone ever cum in your ass?”

You vigorously shook your head.

“You’re a liar, but we’ll work on that.”

Bucky groaned above you and spilled into you, filling you with his warm seed. He pulled out slowly and you winced from the pain. Tears still flowed freely down your face and you laid face down in the sheets. Bucky got off the bed and slapped your ass before leaving and closing the door behind him.

You cried until you were out of tears. The situation you were in was unbelievable but you couldn’t find it in yourself to cry anymore. He said he wanted to break you and he was doing a good job of it so far. You were shaking from the pain and from the cold of the room. Your wrists were sore from being trapped in the same position for hours. Between your legs felt disgusting.

It was impossible to know what was going through his mind. you thought you had parted on good terms. Besides, Bucky had seemed so nice. He just wasn’t right for you. Now at least you knew your instinct was right.

Bucky came down later with a glass of water. He didn’t say anything, just shoved it toward your lips. When you didn’t drink, he grabbed your chin in his hand.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he told you. Fear compelled you to listen. You gulped down the water, finally realizing how thirsty you were. Bucky gave a nod of approval when you were done.

“That should help you sleep.”

Bucky sat next to you in silence, just staring at the wall. As the minutes passed, you could feel your body calming and eyes struggling to stay open. Eventually you couldn’t fight it anymore and fell unconscious.

.....

Masterlist // Chapter 2

A/N New series! Loosely based on my Princess one shot. Sorry, no tags on this one because I have it all written up and scheduled to post. Hope you guys enjoy. Next chapter will be up soon.

[melodiesofblueroses]

𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘓𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦

♡ ━Mystic Messenger, Headcanons

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Yoosung x reader, Zen x reader, Jumin x reader, Seven x reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Fluff

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: the rfa boys helping their s/o practice for their driver’s test

𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱: gn!reader

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☆ Yoosung Kim

Yoosung himself doesn’t have a driver’s license rip

but of course he’ll help you practice (to the best of his ability)

he’s literally the sweetest bean

he probably tries to study up a bit on driving and parking techniques so that he can help you out

will sit in the passenger’s seat as you practice going around the neighborhood or parking in an empty parking lot

tries to give pointers when you’re driving but like, he never took the test so he has no idea how they grade you

even if it’s not that helpful, you appreciate the sentiment

but when it comes to the written portion, he’s got you covered

he will test you, create flashcards, anything you need

he’s so precious i swear-

when it’s test day, Yoosung will become your hype man

“you will definitely pass!! you’ve practiced so hard!”

if you fail, he’s right there by your side and consoles you, trying to convince you that it’s fine and you can always retake it

when you pass, however, he’ll give you the tightest hug and won’t stop congratulating you

he would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy that now he has someone to drive him around though

once you get your license, he’ll tag along for every ride, and i mean every ride, even if you’re just going to the grocery store to pick up something

also has you drive him to conventions or stores to pick up new dlcs and all

“y/nnn, let’s go out somewhere”

“but we have to study?”

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♡ Zen

while Zen does have a license, he hasn’t driven a car in a long time

he usually walks to places or rides his motorcycle if he’s up to it

so he’s a bit useless,,but he’ll try his best to help as much as he can

can’t help you with the written portion though since he isn’t that good with studies, although he’ll try to help

it should be like memorizing a script, right?

unfortunately, he’ll probably give up after a few questions or so because this just couldn’t grab his attention

“i’m sorry honey, but i just can’t seem to focus on this”

“it’s fine Zen. you can go practice some of your lines if you want”

also seems to be a bit useless when it came to the driving portion

he knows how to ride a motorcycle just fine, but a car is an entirely different story

Zen will try to recall some of the things from his old driver’s test though, and he would definitely give a few pointers here and there

“you should slow down a bit when going into turns angel. you wouldn’t want to get into an accident like i did”

you’re on your own for most of the time though

when it was test day, he’ll text you good luck and a few flirty comments, which was nothing out of the norm but it did help alleviate your stress (he had rehearsal and couldn’t afford to skip it as much as he wanted to)

if you fail, you know he’s already there with chocolates or roses or whatnot to get you to cheer up

will probably cuddle you for a long time until you feel better

if you pass, he’ll also be there with flowers to celebrate the occasion 

while you don’t really drive him around that often (you two liked to walk to your places anyway), you two made it a hobby to drive around in the early morning hours, when everyone was still sleeping, and just enjoy the cool night air

the whole world seemed to stop and stay still, as if you two were the only ones on earth

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✦ Jumin Han

Jumin and cars do not go well together

how this man has a license is one of the world’s greatest mysteries

when you first tell him that you’re studying for your driver’s test, his first response is

“why? driver Kim can drive you anywhere you want”

he’s confused but proud nonetheless

he wants to help, but Jumin knows next to nothing about how to drive a car, and quite frankly, you’re a bit terrified to get in the same car as him

Jumin will not hold back if you don’t tell him and will buy you the best driving instructors and manuals

he will do everything in his power to make sure you succeed

while you do appreciate the sentiment, you have to urge him to not spend too much, especially since you want to pass on your own accord

since Jumin is busy with paperwork and meetings and all, you usually study the written portion by yourself and have driver Kim accompany you for driving practice

on the day of the test, Jumin assures you that you have no reason to stress and ensures that you’ll do just fine 

honestly made you a bit more stressed because you think he had high expectations

if you do happen to fail, Jumin will reassure you, although he’s not exactly the best with words so it might end something like

“the average pass rate for the first time is below fifty percent” to reassure you that you are not alone

will take you out to dinner and overall make you feel like royalty to lift up your mood though

if you pass, Jumin congratulates you and, let’s be honest, probably tries to throw a party of sorts before you stop him

but the smile that he gives you is more than enough and probably makes you melt on the inside

while he does usually have driver Kim drop him off at places, on his off days, Jumin will most likely have you drive him around

not only does he get to spend more time with you, but he also gets to admire you from afar

honestly, one of his favorite pastimes is when you two just drive around town or something

sitting in silence while the world passes by you allows him to relax and puts his mind at ease

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☾ Seven

this man loves his cars

i mean, do you see how many he owns?

overall, he just loves driving. it allows him to destress (although that involves breaking speed limit laws but i digress) and take his mind off of everything

if you ask him for help, he’s all for it

he’ll probably ditch work just to help you because Seven just loves driving that much

honestly isn’t much help when it comes to the writing portion because he’s just that good and you can’t seem to keep up with him

might take a bit of convincing to let you practice driving in one of his cars though

after all, you’re just a beginner and what if you dent his precious baby?

but...just one time won’t hurt, right?

he’s definitely the type to complain that you’re driving too slow even though you’re at speed limit

you’d be behind the wheel for a good few minutes before he shoos you and proclaims that he’ll show you how a real driver does it

“move over! I, 707, defender of justice, will show you how to perfectly parallel park!!”

“but i just got in the car five minutes ago-”

and then that practice session would end up as just a drive around the town and you would never end up behind the wheel again

you might fear for your life once or twice during the ride by how fast he drove

never again

when test day finally arrives, Seven tries to joke around but is also a bit serious?

wishes you good luck before you enter the dreaded testing car

if you fail, he jokes around a lot, especially since they’ve never failed to make you laugh before

“it’s alright~ you can always drive without a license as long as you don’t get caught!!”

please don’t take this man seriously

if you pass, expect a feast of phd pepper and honey buddha chips. this calls for a celebration after all

you actually won’t use your license that often, at least not with him

for one, Seven would always complain that you drive really slow even though you’re a law-abiding citizen

and secondly, Seven couldn’t really get out that much, not with his job and all

sometimes though, you two like to drive late out at night and just stargaze

he’d crack a ton of jokes and you’d laugh and laugh until your stomach started to ache

it was the perfect way to refresh for a new week