#she was talking about mk-ultra

[junkworldusa]

[district4loading]

Under My Spell

Kiss of Life Belle x Male Reader

5K Words

Content Warning: smut, hypnosis, use of handcuffs, praise, a little bit of degrading

Minors DNI

A/N: I got the request to do this almost a month ago but back then I was really busy and I had other requests to get to first. Now that my writers block is partially gone, I'm ready to write and work on everything else I've been requested. This was supposed to come out two days ago but I ended up getting sick and I couldn't finish it lmao.

This is my first time writing something like this, I know I probably got some aspects of it wrong so just vibe yeah? Hope you guys enjoy this one!!

The request: "would you be open to writing a smut about hypnosis? like where the reader and idol decide to try out hypnosis?"

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Maybe hypnosis is real

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You're laying in bed when she brings it up.

She just came back from the nail salon, her purse slides off of her arm and onto the dresser when she asks you "Babe, what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" She peels herself out of her denim jacket, the one you bought her recently that she called 'ugly.' You fail to mention it though because you begin to question the context of her inquiry.

"Probably like... bondage stuff" You look up from your phone, "Where's this coming from?"

Belle only begins to strip herself of the remainder of her clothing before muttering "I'll get to that." You watch as she throws the worn garments to the side before digging through the dresser for something more comfortable "Wouldn't you find it hot to have complete and utter control over someone, tell them to do something and they're on it with no hesitation or thought behind it" She steps into a pair of shorts "No matter what you ask, they do it mindlessly"

You tilt your head, trying to follow wherever she's going with this. There's a smile on her face but it's not just any smile, it tells you that she's testing the waters, trying to gauge whether or not you were into whatever the hell she was getting at now. "I mean... I guess? I'm not sure"

"You guess?" She gives you a look before pulling an old, loose black t-shirt over her head. She then crawls into bed and you're not surprised when you find her straddling your waist with her hands snaking underneath your shirt. "So... you wouldn't mind putting me under your spell so you could get me to do whatever sick shit you want me to?"

"That sounds like some weird MK-Ultra mind control shit" You chuckle, then wince after she pinches your abs with her sharp nails.

Belle hums "Yeah that's exactly what I mean..." You watch as she backs up a bit, then she begins to think, "well actually I was talking about hypnosis but you get the idea... kinda sorta"

"You want me to hypnotize you?" She nods and now you're confused "You can't actually believe that works babe..."

"It works" She insists, then slaps your chest when she sees the unconvinced and almost judging look on your face.

That's when you realize she's dead serious about it "What makes you want to try hypnosis all of a sudden?"

"Well" She begins tugging at the hem of your shirt "A friend of mine told me about how she and her boyfriend tried it and it sort of inspired me"

You stay silent for a bit, reminding yourself not to say anything slick so she doesn't get upset with you. "So how does it work? Do I get a pocket watch and swing it in front of your face or something?" You end up snickering a bit, still finding this conversation to be more humorous than serious.

Belle gives you a look, trying to hold in her own laugh "No, you idiot! I'll send you some videos later and.." She smiles mischievously before sliding off of you then she goes over to the dresser and digs her hand into her purse. You quirk your eyebrow and sit up to better see what she's doing. The moment she pulls a pair of hand-cuffs out, your eyes widen.

"We're gonna need these too"

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So after watching countless videos, you finally think you've mastered the art of hypnosis.

Maybe not "mastered" but you got the gist of it. You've got no clue why you agreed to this in the first place because there was still something in the back of your mind telling you that this would never work and if it somehow did, she'd only be pretending. It's probably the boring pessimist in you that makes you think that way but this seemed interesting. So you keep your questioning thoughts to yourself as you reach into your drawer for the handcuffs.

Belle smiles at you in your dark bedroom, the warm light from the lamp on your nightstand is on the dimmest setting. It makes her naked body look so perfect, highlighting each and every one of her beautiful curves. You walk over to her, putting the cuffs on the bed before you take your hands in hers. "Ready?" She hums and nods her head.

"Now, I want you close your eyes to take a deep breath" She does as you say and you can hear the sharp sound of her nostrils taking in the cool conditioned air, her chest rises with it. "Now slowly exhale" and her chest falls gently "Now breathe as you listen to my voice, focus on it and allow everything else to fade away"

You keep your tone gentle and soft to put her at ease "The faint hum of the air conditioner, the rain outside, the cars passing by, block it all out" You notice that she's still taking those deep breaths, then exhaling them with soft grace. "Just focus on me, allow that tension and stress to melt away. No work, no schedules, just you and I"

"Now listen to my words" You pause for a moment "You'll do as I say, be subservient to me" You begin pulling her into a mindset crafted and molded by you "You want me to handcuff you" At this point, Belle holds a straight face, she doesn't even flinch or cringe at your words. Not even a smirk or a giggle, like you've actually got her in some sort of trance. "You feel the urge to do anything to get me off" and "You will not want us to stop until I say we do"

"Keep your breathing steady and at the snap of my fingers you will awaken with all of these desires"

You raise your hand and put your thumb against your middle finger, then *snap* and her eyes immediately open. There's something about her gaze that you immediately observe, it's kind of dark and empty and she's got a completely blank expression on her face. "What do you want?" You question her softly.

Belle looks over to the handcuffs and picks them up, then she holds them in front of you "Please" She says it with her voice just above a whisper "Please cuff me"

You swallow, not at all recognizing the tone in her voice. It has a chill running down your spine because it sounds almost desperate, like she's really begging for it. You begin to think that maybe this hypnosis shit is actually real and it scares you a bit. But you still take the handcuffs out of her hands as she puts her hands out for you.

It takes you a moment cause you're not used to this but you manage to get them on her. "Knees, princess" You order and just like that, she's dropping to her knees in front of you "Good girl" You mutter under your breath as you look down at her with nothing but lust in your eyes.

It's weird, this was actually turning you on more than you thought it would. Having so much control over her without a fight for dominance or her usual bratty attitude.

No doubt it already has your blood rushing.

So you don't waste any time to pull off your shirt then you unbuckle your belt and you take your jeans off. You take your hard cock into your hand and you pump it slowly "Open" Her lips part and her tongue pokes out "Suck" Is the next thing you say as you guide the head into her mouth.

Almost immediately, she begins bobbing her head mindlessly. Her warm mouth is so wet and welcoming and the feel of her fleshy, slippery inner cheeks and her smooth velvety tongue has your nerves so sensitive. You groan deeply as you allow your hands to run through her scalp then your hips start thrusting forwards because she's beginning to swirl her tongue and it feels incredible. She doesn't even need her hands, so much control, so disciplined and obedient for you. Belle takes your cock like a pro, sucking and slurping it tightly to provide the utmost pleasure and its fucking perfect.

She makes enthusiastic noises as she sucks your cock, like she's been starving for it, like your pre-cum is the best thing she's ever tasted.

You stop for a moment and hold her head still, then you push all the way in so her nose is pressed up against your base. Almost like you're a sadist, you hold her there, watching the way her eyes well up with tears. "So beautiful" You compliment, admiring the look of her glossy eyes. Her throat squeezes you as she gags "Ah fuck" You moan, pushing your hips just a bit deeper and Belle swallows, nearly making you dizzy. So you loosen your grip on her head and she continues to bob her head wildly.

It's like she has no gag reflex with how fast she's going and how deep she's taking you. Each drag of her mouth has you stuck just staring into her eyes, those dutiful brown orbs that tell you she's not going to stop until your cum is shooting down her throat. At this rate, it may not be too far away. "Oh—fucking god" You bite your lip, muscles clenching as she continues to suck you off.

All she can really do is hum and moan with her mouth stuffed full with your cock, the sticky noises only adding to your arousal. You can feel it coming already. She's ruthless with it, flicking her tongue in ways she never has before. "I'm going to fucking—" You can't even finish your sentence because she has your needy cock throbbing in her perfect mouth.

It's muffled, but you can hear it when she moans and starts bobbing her head quicker, like she wants nothing more than to get you off. You don't even realize it when you grip her hair tighter because you're too focused on being at the edge. Usually, when Belle would do this, she'd stop at the last second just to tease because like the brat she is, she enjoyed seeing you squirm. However, it didn't seem like she'd be doing that now. By the look in her eye, you can tell she's going to fucking milk you for all you've got.

Now you're starting to really get the idea of this whole hypnosis thing, even if she's just faking it. You place your hands on her head because even though you know she won't go anywhere, it feels right. You take a deep breath and then "I'm cumming" you announce with a low and long groan escaping your lips. Your eyes shut so tight you can see spots behind your eyelids and in a flash Belle's taking it all down her perfect throat.

It's almost like she can't get enough of you, the way she keeps on sucking she pulls out any bit of semen you have left. She swallows it all and you pull your hips back weakly when she tries to get you back in her mouth "Okay, thats enough" You chuckle tiredly and then she sits back on her heels.

Now the deadpan expression on her face is gone and it's replaced with an eager smile. There's still something off about it but you can't exactly pinpoint what "Did I do good?" She asks, waiting for your response with some drool at the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah, baby" You sigh "On the bed, on your back, now" Another order comes out of your mouth, and you sound more natural about it.

Belle licks her lips then stands up, it takes a little more effort for her to climb onto the bed because of the handcuffs but she does it eventually. "What do you want, princess?" You ask the question again, because you're intrigued about what she'll answer.

"Use my body, please sir I want it so fucking bad—I need it. Need you to use me until you're finished I won't be satisfied until you're done with me" There's this genuine yearning in her tone, something that you almost don't recognize at all.

You go with it though "Lift your arms until they're above your head" A smirk grows on your face as you get a perfect view of her tits. You climb onto the bed and you get on top of her, positioned so that you're almost sitting on her stomach "You gonna let me use these perfect tits?" You ask as if she has any choice in the matter.

Still, she nods her head frantically "Anything" She whines as you grab a hold of her breasts in your big hands. You cup and squeeze them, like always, they're better than fucking pillows, so soft and squishy. You place your cock in between them and press them together on it, you groan immediately when your feel the perfect warmth.

"Fuck yeah" You groan as you begin to move your hips back and forth. She only looks up at you with that lustful look in her eyes. You gather some saliva in your mouth, then you lean over and spit it out. It lands on her boob, then it trickles downwards and you spread it around as you keep fucking her tits.

It was always something you wanted to try out, but you hadn't gotten the chance to ask yet. You were kind of afraid she'd laugh at the idea and you didn't exactly know how she'd take it. Belle would probably be down for literally anything you wanted to try out and it was the same for you—which is why you agreed to do this hypnosis thing in the first place—but you could still do without the teasing that'd come with it.

Your cock slides between her breasts without any resistance whatsoever, it's all smooth and slick and it feels so fucking good. With her hands over her head she just lets it happen because she's fucking loving it. The almost harsh grip you have on her tits has her squirming because she wants to be touched and used in other places, obviously.

You keep the pace though, wanting to stay in this moment for just a little bit more before you move on. "How does it feel baby?" She gives you those expecting eyes, like she yearns for your approval.

So you don't hold back your praises "Incredible, your tits are fucking amazing Belle... I could do this forever" You sigh, listening to the slick sound each of your movements make.

"Why don't you do it forever then? I wouldn't mind" She teases but her tone tells you that she's not really joking.

Maybe hypnosis is real

A small chuckle escapes your lips as you stop your movements "If I did that, I wouldn't be able to get to the best part"

"Which is?" She figures she can let her hands rest on her belly.

You reposition yourself so that you're in between Belle's legs at this point "Right here, princess" She hums when you place your palm on her soaked cunt. It's all slippery and slick with her arousal, she's been absolutely aching to have you inside of her. Your cock throbs at the mere thought of it.

"Please sir"

The way her voice sounds in your hears has you smirking, so fucking desperate. Normally, Belle had far too much pride to beg like this but now that she's under your control things are different.

You might actually prefer it this way

"Please what darling? You want my cock or what?" You mock, wrapping your fingers around your cock so you can nudge it against her entrance. You don't put it in though, you merely slide it up and down her slit slowly, lathering your swollen cock head up with her wetness.

A choked moan forces its way through her throat "Yes! I fucking need your cock—fuck—just inside please just...use me, fucking own me"

"Jesus, you're a fucking slut" You bite your lip, slapping your tip against her needy cunt just to get her that much more riled up before you begin.

"Your slut" Belle corrects, bucking her hips up like she really needs you.

So you stop messing around and you slide your thick cock into her hot entrance. Her walls pull you in immediately, hugging your cock so tightly that you have to stifle a moan "Fucking hell" you whisper instead. Belle exhales softly as you make eye contact with her then you slide yourself in all the way until you reach the hilt.

The look on her face is pure content as you begin to move inside of her. She watches you, not missing the subtle ways your facial features contort from the pleasure. "Fuck me" She begins to pull at the cuffs, fingers trying to grasp at anything while you pick up the pace.

If she wants to get fucked, I'll fuck her—is what you think to yourself as you lean over.

You're moving faster now, hearing a jumbled up mess of words that escape her lips as you do. She's saying your name like its a prayer, begging for it deeper, faster, harder all at once because she wants you to give her everything. "Fucking—please!! more..more..more" It sounds like she just might die if you don't. So that's exactly what you do, you give her probably more than she can handle.

The quiet bedroom now has the sound of your skin slapping against each other echoing throughout it, then there's that filthy sound coming from between your legs—her arousal is audible especially when you bottom out. It's almost like a splashing sound over and over again occurring fast with your punishing thrusts.

"You feel so fucking good, so fucking tight and wet for me" You spit, watching in real time as you dumb her down with your cock. She's blabbering about something, something about how your cock is too good, how she can't get enough of it. That's about all you're able to make out because she's cutting of her own sentences with loud moans then seemingly forgetting whatever she was going to say next.

You smirk a little because you've whittled her down to this complete and utter embarrassing mess. She wants to touch you—to feel your body and you can tell by the frantic way her hands are moving. You almost snicker at how pathetic she looks right now. "What's wrong? Gonna cum already?" Is the question you ask upon noticing that familiar breathing pattern "Go ahead, do it" you grit through your teeth.

She's gasping for air deliberately, like she has to remind herself to breathe. Still she's able to chant "yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes" right before the poor girl stops breathing all together. You keep it hard and deep as she goes silent, your grunts being the only other noise that can be heard over the filthy noises of your sex.

Her body stiffens, only moving from the impact of each of your thrusts. Then finally she exhales, legs shaking as she cums all over your cock like she's been longing to. Her cunt clenches around you so tight that it has you not too far behind her. You let your body fall onto hers so she can feel you close as you ride her body through her orgasm, your hips rolling forwards all slow and calculated. "Good fucking girl" 

When she's finished you pull your hips back to slip your cock out of her. She whines, not liking the feeling of being empty but she doesn't say anything about it. "Where should I finish?" You question her, lifting your body off of hers. You get off of the bed and reach for the nightstand where the keys to the handcuffs are.

You grab them, then you un-cuff her "I'll be happy with whatever you choose, sir" she whimpers, breathing heavily as you move to flip her over.

It's a bit difficult to get a good grip on her sleek skin, but you're able to do it so she's flat on her stomach "Hands and knees." Belle immediately finds the strength to do so, pulling her body up so that she's in the position you've asked her to be in. You get behind her and your hands find her waist "I think I wanna cum in this tight pussy" You mutter, guiding your sensitive tip to her stretched cunt. 

It's begging to be filled again, to be pumped full of your seed.

"Then breed me babe" She breathes, pushing her ass back in an attempt to get you inside when she notices that you're teasing. You only smirk, then you part her lips with your tip, gathering up all the clear slick between her legs. "Come on" Belle moves her hips side to side.

First you run your palm over her soft, round ass and then you slap it harshly. She lets out a pleasureful shriek as you watch the red shape of your hand form on the pale skin. You run the same hand up her hips and stop at her waist which you grip tightly before slip your cock back into her needy cunt.

You put your other hand on her waist, holding her in place while you push your hips forwards. "Christ" You groan because she's way tighter in this position. Starting off slow seems like the right move at first because she's whimpering, so you do.

Until she lets the side of her head rest on the mattress, so she can look at you the best she can in this position. "Don't be afraid to get rough with me babe, I can handle it" She bites her bottom lip so hard you fear she might draw blood. "Use me" She begs you for the nth time with that perfectly seductive voice of hers, making it so hard for you to hold back. You weren't even sure what you were even holding back for anyways.

So while keeping a good grip on her waist, you begin to jackhammer your cock into that wet warmth. "Fuck!" A broken scream tears through her lips and it almost worries you but the lust takes over. You keep hearing it in the back of your mind. use her, use her, use her. So much that you don't care if you're going too hard "Yes! you're fucking me so... fucking good sir!" She keens.

You lean over and reach your hand to find a grip on her hair. She gasps at the sweet pain that comes with the rough pull of your fingers and she's forced to hold herself up with her arms again—which she can barely do. "You're fucking dripping baby" You grunt, getting off on the sharp crack that booms each time your hips come in contact with her round ass. "Such a good slut... taking it so well for me"

"Please" She whines, and you're not entirely sure what she's begging for "Please"

"Please what princess?" You almost growl, feeling your abs begin to burn.

She swallows thickly, moaning like she can't control herself. "f-f-fill me up.. I fucking—God—I fucking need it" 

It's coming, you can feel it in your balls. Her cunt is gripping you so perfectly, so smooth and slick that every drag has your jaw clenching and your mind going blank. You're so unbelievably close to stuffing her full of it--it's the only thing you can think about right now. "Yeah... Belle, gonna fucking... cum in you" Your breaths are labored now because the force you're fucking her with is tiring you out.

"God I'm gonna fucking-" Belle squeals, then a rush of clear liquid begins to spill out from between her legs and her mouth hangs open. The pressure almost kills you right then and there but you keep moving, you can't get enough of her. Even when another—more powerful—burst comes out you only grunt as it runs down her legs and stains the sheets.

"Ah...look at you—squirting for me" You'd chuckle if you weren't so close right now. You end up slowing it down, thrusting hard and deep into her cunt slowly. One. Belle shrieks. Two. She moans deeply.  Three. She bites her lip. Then four and your cock is pulsing and throbbing wildly inside of her the second you bury it inside of her on the fourth thrust. You moan loudly as you fill her needy cunt with your seed. There's so much that it's dripping down the side.

You can only sigh the little bit of breath you have left as it continues, your voice too broken and fucked up to do anything more. She only hums sweetly, giggling as you let go of your grip on her hair and your body collapses onto hers so you lay flat on the bed.

"Holy shit" You swallow, then you gather up the strength to sit yourself up and you put your hand on her now red ass, rubbing the cheek as you catch your breath. "Good girl" Then you remember that you should probably pull her out of her hypnotized state. "Sit up and close your eyes" You breathe. It takes her a moment, you watch as she sort of struggles to do as you say but eventually she does. "At the snap of my fingers, you will wake up"

You snap your fingers and her eyes open "Oh my God" is the only thing that comes out of her mouth. Her expression is unreadable and you're not sure if its a good thing or a bad thing for a second. Then Belle smiles and she climbs on top of you. You're surprised, but you allow it because the second she leans in to kiss you it just feels right. She pulls away "What the fuck? That was so hot" It's like she herself is surprised that it worked too.

"You remember?" You ask, knowing that sometimes people lose memory after they've been hypnotized, but it seems like Belle didn't.

Belle nods her head "Every second" Then she kisses you again "Especially when you fucked my tits, you could've told me you were into that" she teases, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"I know you, you would've laughed at me"

"But I still would've let you do it" She nods

You tilt your head playfully doubting her words "Sure" Is all you say before she pushes you back so that you're laying down.

"Shut up" She mutters before putting her lips on yours again and you're both smiling into the passionate kiss, feeling that familiar fluttering feeling in your stomach. "Thank you for trying this out with me" She seems genuine about it.

You shake your head "I'll try any kinky shit you throw at me"

and there's no doubt you would

[hamletsleftball]

if Bell canonically survived Solovetsky, not only does it mean that Bell survived two fatal gun wounds and betrayals (i find it so ironic. it's funny in a sad way) but also that Bell likely suffered through the painful recovery from the bullet wound while also facing severe LSD/psychotics/psychedelics withdrawal symptoms

considering that we know Park talked about how Adler increased the dosage (or wanted to at least; she didn't increase it iirc?) and how he DID inject a shitload into Bell during the Break on Through. not to mention how Bell was likely pumped with this during the brainwashing. not only that, they likely suffered through psychotic breaks and hallucinations (like the TV flickering on when it isn't even plugged in, the bell chime sound, etc.) even if the command phrase doesn't work anymore after MK-Ultra is 'broken'.

in that regard I always imagined Bell to suffer from morphine and LSD abuse/withdrawal from 1981 to 1982 at the very least; morphine since it was involved in MK-Ultra as well and it is a very common analgesic (pain med) which could have also been taken to help Bell deal with the physical pain from the wound recovery, and LSD for obvious reasons. LSD, as a more readily available alternative for phenosorazine/separation used for Bell's brainwashing, which i'm assuming is a psychotic/psychedelic/etc.

[adlersbitchboy]

I know a lot of people think Mason and Woods might not know what happened to Bell, but how could they not? Sure Hudson would hate to tell them because he obviously knows the shit Mason goes through... but um they would have to know. Hudson would have to tell them. It's a major detail in the missions and he couldn't have them getting too attached to the Russian.

I like to think that Hudson told them before we even meet Hudson. Like they came into the mission knowing. They were pissed off obviously but they knew. Then the first mission with Woods rolls around and after he tells Mason all about what happens with Bell during the mission.

Woods and Mason are so obviously caught between a rock and a hard place. Like the way they look at Bell during that one briefing is just so heartbroken. They know they can't be too close with Bell, but he's just a kid to them. Like they know what's going to be the end of this kid and they know they can't do anything about it.

I feel like Lazar is the same way. Like to him, Bell is just some curious goofy guy who can be serious when needed. Like they all 100% bonded.

I think Sims might have started to warm up to him at some point too, but had to basically shut of his feelings when it came to Bell.

We all know Park was a fan of Bell and cared about his safety. Hell she never upped his dosage like Adler wanted. I'm pretty sure both her and Sims could've been in charge of that too.

Adler sees Bell as an even more fucked up version of himself and well a dog. They come at his beck and call. They have HIS memories from Vietnam. He created them in a sense as well. Like they are his little pet on his eyes.

Now when it comes to Hudson... I've always believed he never wanted to take part in MK Ultra with Bell. Like come on, he knows what Mason went through, but he has to follow orders. I feel like it's something that eats him up at night, knowing he helped do that to someone. Definitely ends with nightmares and when he's home, his wife is 100% worried. Hudson definitely ended up liking Bell.

I mean they did make Bell the best they could. That definitely includes personality wise. It probably also includes all his maneurisms like how Bell eats, how they speak (this includes talking with their hands or possibly sign language), and even how they walk. Like everything has been conditioned. Everything. Every possible thing that makes up a person has been conditioned into Bell.

I wonder if Hudson, since he is the interrogator, notices little things Bell does that are obvious (to him) that they're from how they used to be. Especially during the ending. Maybe even the little ticks or actions. Hudson probably knows Bell better than anyone. I mean you gotta think. Adler says Bell was immune to all types of interrogation, who would've done that? Hudson. He knows Bell better than Bell knows themself at the end of the campaign. Hudson knows that and it probably eats him up inside. He has morals. You can tell. You can tell by the way he words things, the way he jokes with Bell, even if it's monotone. He's trying to protect his own feelings during the whole game. It's so interesting to me.

[fool-tarnished]

"Remember me" - Chapter 3 - Kakashi Hatake x F!Reader

Synopsis : Born in Konoha, [Y/N] wasn't necessarily known as the most impressive or powerful ninja, but rather for her kindness and compassion. She became like an older sister to Naruto and a loyal, faithful friend to many ninjas in Konoha. Without even realizing it, she had earned a special place in the heart of one particular ninja with grey hair. But everything changed the day the Third Hokage entrusted her with a mission from which she would not return unscathed. Pairing : Kakashi Hatake x Female!Reader

List : Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 4

If you want to read Yamato's version, you can find it here.

Warnings : Memory loss, mind control (mk ultra inspired), violence, fluff in the end (if i forgot anything, tell me !)

Inspiration : Where did she go - Saleka

Words : ~ 3000

A/N : Hello there ! Here's the third chapter. I already wrote like 4 other chapters so yeaaah long way to go, sorry. This will end soon, pinky promise. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy it. And sorry for the mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker. Thank you again for the likes, reblogs and comments ❤️

"Did you administer the treatment I entrusted to you?" The voice asking this question was deep, serious. It vaguely reminded you of the one from your first dream. You couldn’t pinpoint its exact origin, but the man speaking couldn’t have been far from you. The sounds and movements surrounding you were faint, almost imperceptible, and trying to make sense of them required immense effort.

Your head felt like it was about to explode, the pain excruciating, the dizziness relentless. You were lying down, your vision spinning wildly, with the sensation that everything around you was in constant motion.

Another voice then broke the silence: "As you instructed." That voice... Yubaba? "Good. Now, I’d like you to leave me alone with her." "She is-" "Leave."

The faint sound of retreating footsteps followed, leaving behind an oppressive silence. You realized the man had drawn closer. Despite your distorted vision, his towering silhouette was now unmistakable.

You tried to speak, to scream, but no sound came from your lips. Only your unsteady, labored breathing broke the silence. The man snapped his fingers several times. You couldn’t discern their exact position; the sense of instability all around you remained overwhelming.

"Good. I see the treatment is working." His voice sent shivers down your spine. A dark aura seemed to envelop him, and you felt vulnerable, utterly defenseless. "I believe we can begin."

With those words, and a soft, chilling laugh, he pressed his hand against your face, and everything went black.

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Tsunade came to see you early that morning. You had been on your new treatment for over two weeks, and your headaches had nearly vanished. Iruka and Kurenai had stopped by to visit you. Although their stays were brief, their presence had brought you comfort. Kakashi, on the other hand, visited regularly to talk about Naruto. However, whenever you tried to bring up your shared past, he remained vague, quickly steering the conversation toward more general topics—either about you or himself.

You couldn’t hide the joy that filled you each time he showed up, sat by your side, and spent hours talking with you. Thanks to them, you had been able to piece together some fragments of your past, even though the memories themselves remained elusive. Occasionally, snippets would come back to you—sometimes clear, sometimes not. The photos they had brought helped you put a face to Naruto’s name: a blond ninja who sometimes appeared in your dreams. You now knew that his two close friends were Sakura and Sasuke.

“As you seem to have recovered physically and your headaches have subsided, we’ll have you take a test tonight,” Tsunade announced. Curious, you turned to her. “A test?” “Yes, a physical test. I’d like you to face someone. To see if your skills have vanished along with your memories.”

In truth, the Hokage intended to use this test to probe whether there was more to your memory loss. She sincerely believed your field abilities hadn’t diminished but wanted to confirm her suspicions.

“And who will I be facing?” you asked. “It will be Genma.” “Oh. Are you sure that… this is the right time?”

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The test you were about to take seemed to be held in a closed room—an intimate and, most importantly, discreet setting. Tsunade didn’t want the news of this event to spread beyond the small, select group that had been invited. You had been led to the ground floor of the room, where you could make out ninjas observing from above. You spotted Kurenai, accompanied by someone who appeared to be Asuma. Kakashi was there too, standing next to Gai. Tsunade had sent Iruka to keep Naruto occupied, ensuring that he wouldn’t come looking for his teacher or for her.

A strange sensation stirred within you, accompanied by a strong sense of apprehension. You had no idea what you were capable of or what your opponent could do.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a friendly match. We only want to assess where you’re at. If anything goes wrong, we’ll stop immediately.” Reassured by her words, you nodded as the Hokage joined the other ninjas observing from above. Closing your eyes for a moment, you tried to calm yourself, focusing on steadying your breath. It was just a friendly sparring match, after all. If things didn’t go well, they could stop it right away—couldn’t they? It had to be that simple.

“Hey, [Y/N]. Ready?” Opening your eyes, you saw Genma already standing across from you.

He looked particularly composed, unbothered by the fight that was about to begin. You couldn’t help but wonder if he truly intended to fight with that senbon between his teeth.

Genma had been briefed about your return and your memory loss. Though the two of you had never been particularly close, you knew each other well enough from past missions and battles you’d fought together. He was familiar with your fighting style without being emotionally invested—a balance that Tsunade had likely deemed perfect.

You nodded, and that’s when the match began.

Taking a deep breath, you lunged at the ninja instinctively, without overthinking. He deflected your initial strikes with little effort, sensing both the automatic nature of your movements and a subtle undercurrent of hesitation. You fought the way you used to, but something was different. Genma noticed it immediately. It wasn’t alarming given your current situation, but it was a detail he filed away in the back of his mind.

As the exchanges continued, still mechanical in nature, Kakashi closely observed the scene, analyzing every move. He, too, noted the slight differences in your techniques compared to the past. However, what concerned him more was the hesitation. To him, it didn’t seem like the hesitation of someone afraid to miss a strike. Instead, it felt like the hesitation of someone afraid to hit harder than necessary—something you didn’t even appear to realize yourself.

The fight continued for a while longer, and Genma decided to raise the stakes to push you further. He sent you flying a short distance away, catching you off guard with the sudden change in his approach. The kunai in your uniform pocket slipped out during your fall, landing a few steps ahead of you.

“You’ll have to choose, or I’ll choose for you.”

A faint, shrill sound accompanied the sudden appearance of a voice in your head.

“Would you know how to make good use of a second chance if I gave it to you?”

You began to get up, one hand clutching your head, hoping the sharp pain and the noise would fade. Your other hand instinctively grabbed the kunai. Kakashi noticed the movement, one that might have seemed trivial at first glance. Meanwhile, the Hokage frowned, her expression tense. This was the moment she had been waiting for, and she was prepared to intervene, as were the other ninjas who had been briefed before your arrival.

Genma was surprised to see that you were now faster, more aggressive, and far less hesitant. He found it harder to predict your moves, though so far, the kunai hadn’t touched him. As the intensity of your strikes increased, he noticed a shift in your gaze. It was no longer the same as when the fight began. It was something entirely different.

For your part, you attacked without fully understanding how you were doing it. Your actions felt automatic, the hesitation gone, as if driven by the rhythmic noise in your head and the short phrases or single words spoken by that voice—the one that filled you with terror.

Before long, you had brought Genma to the ground—or had he let it happen? Either way, the kunai at his throat was not part of the deal. He grit his teeth, feeling the cold metal of the blade pressed dangerously close to his skin. Your gaze radiated anger, hatred, and pain—a storm of emotions that was anything but reassuring. The brunette struggled to hold your wrists back, trying to keep the weapon from piercing him.

Relief washed over him when he caught sight of Tsunade, Gai, and Asuma. The Hokage stood directly in front of you as the other two quickly grabbed your arms and pulled them away from Genma.

Freed from your grip, Genma scrambled to his feet, rubbing his neck where the blade had grazed him. The cut was shallow, not serious—but the look in your eyes was far more dangerous.

Suddenly, you dropped the kunai, yanking one arm free from Gai’s hold to clutch your head. The pain was still searing, though the voice in your head began to grow quieter. Your eyes closed tightly, and Tsunade motioned for Asuma to let go of you.

“There’s no point in trying to fight it.”

Both hands pressed against your head, you seemed to be trying to block out the noise. Tsunade crouched in front of you, gently placing her hands over yours.

“Bring me the Nine-Tails’ jinchūriki.”

“Please… I want it to stop. I want him to stop.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to draw a look of surprise from the Hokage. She wasted no time initiating a healing jutsu to ease the pain and calm the storm within you.

________________________________________

After the incident, Tsunade escorted you back to your room. She had instructed the other ninjas to return home, signaling that they would likely regroup later to discuss the situation. The only words you managed to say to her before she left were:

“I’m sorry about Genma. I—I’m truly sorry.”

She looked at you for a moment but said nothing, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You lay down in the darkness, unable to stop replaying what had just happened.

Meanwhile, the copy ninja was struggling to process what he had witnessed. Tsunade had warned him, but he hadn’t expected to see something like that so soon. He was deeply worried, though the Hokage had instructed him to observe without interfering. Questions raced through his mind, but above all, he wondered what state you must be in now.

What had driven you to attack Genma without holding back? What was causing these sudden headaches? What was happening to you? And who was the man whose voice haunted you relentlessly?

Tsunade closed the door to your room with a sigh, leaning against the wall. Kakashi was there, staring at the floor. In truth, he had followed the two of you ever since the test ended.

“That wasn’t really her fighting Genma. At least, not during the second part of the match.”

Kakashi’s words carried a heavy weight. It couldn’t have been you—it couldn’t have been your own will. Not you, not from what he knew of you, memory loss or not.

“That’s what I feared,” Tsunade replied. ���She whispered, begging for ‘him’ to stop before I eased her pain.”

The silver-haired ninja turned his gaze toward the Hokage, his concern now plainly visible on his face.

“I don’t know what kind of enemy is behind this scheme, but we need to keep Naruto out of it for now.”

“He’ll find out eventually, Lady Hokage. We’re only delaying the inevitable.”

“I have a bad feeling about this. And Naruto… he’s unpredictable.”

“I think he’s capable of hearing the hard truth. It’ll be far worse if we keep it from him.”

As she began to walk down the long hospital corridor, Tsunade cast a final glance at the copy ninja.

“We’ll keep it a secret for now. I assume you’re planning to stay with her tonight?”

The remark took Kakashi by surprise, and his eyes widened.

“I’m only going to check on her, Lady Hokage.”

Once Tsunade had turned away, she let out a soft chuckle and murmured under her breath, “Be careful, Kakashi. Don’t get too close to the flames.”

________________________________________

The door creaked open softly, but you didn’t bother to turn around. You stayed lying on the bed, lost in a fog of confusion and reflection. Silence lingered until you felt the mattress shift slightly beneath you.

“Are you okay?”

Kakashi’s voice reached you, gentle but filled with concern. He was there, likely seated on the edge of the bed.

“No,” you replied flatly.

“Hmm. You know... Genma is fine, and what happened—it wasn’t your fault.”

“By my hand, but not my fault. Is that it?”

A brief silence followed your sharp retort.

“I didn’t want things to turn out this way. I—I didn’t want this,” you murmured, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions.

“I know. That’s why I’m telling you—it wasn’t your fault.”

A few tears slipped down your cheeks. Kakashi, who had been sitting with his back to you, noticed your subtle, uneven movements. The moonlight spilling into the room illuminated your figure just enough for him to see that you were crying.

Instinctively, the silver-haired ninja placed a hand on your shoulder. His thumb began to trace slow, soothing circles, a small gesture to offer you comfort.

The touch stirred something indescribable within you, but you were in no state to resist or question it. Suddenly, you sat up, leaving Kakashi momentarily stunned, and before you could stop yourself, you wrapped your arms around his torso.

What was happening to you? Why were you acting like this around him?

Kakashi, caught off guard by the unexpected embrace from behind, didn’t move at first. He was torn—part of him wanted to push you away for your own good, while another part, the part his heart screamed at him to listen to, wanted nothing more than to hold you close.

When a few seconds passed with no reaction from him, you began to withdraw your arms from his chest.

“I—I’m sorry… I didn’t mean—”

You were cut off abruptly as Kakashi turned and pulled you into his arms, enveloping you completely. You couldn’t see his face, but his eyes were fixed on your trembling form, glistening with unshed tears.

His thoughts raced, swirling in chaos. Seeing you like this, so broken by what you were going through, left him feeling utterly powerless. He couldn’t stand it. He had faced countless hardships with you before—on missions, in moments connected to Naruto—but seeing you crushed by something so incomprehensible, unable to help you, was unbearable.

He rested his chin gently atop your head and closed his eyes. One of his hands moved to your hair, stroking it softly, trying to soothe you and bring you some semblance of peace.

It had been so long since he last held you in his arms that he could hardly believe it was real. So long, in fact, that he’d almost forgotten you didn’t even remember him anymore. So long that his emotions, long suppressed, now refused to be ordered into anything resembling calm.

Gradually calming down, you let yourself sink into the comforting warmth of Kakashi's embrace and closed your eyes, your hands clutching tightly at his green uniform. When he felt the tension leave your body and managed to steady his own racing heartbeat, the silver-haired ninja opened his eyes gently.

“Let me tell you about one of our missions,” he murmured softly in the stillness of the room. “It was before I started leading Team 7, the one I told you about. You were still in the Anbu back then.”

Keeping your eyes closed, you listened intently to his voice. You had been waiting for this moment since the first time he came to see you. Fearing he might stop if he thought you were awake, you remained perfectly still, feigning sleep.

“Your team joined us as reinforcements on an S-rank mission. Thanks to your intervention, the mission was a success... But that mission stands out in my memory for another reason.”

Kakashi shifted slightly, sitting up straighter while still holding you close. A faint chuckle escaped from beneath his mask.

“Even with your mask on, I could sense how worried you were when you saw our injuries. You fought, but… you weren’t really focused on the battle. I caught you staring at me for a long moment before you even engaged the enemy. The last time I saw you fight like that was during another mission, when I was injured.”

He paused briefly before continuing.

“You barely dodged several dangerous attacks during that fight. All because you were too preoccupied, worrying about me and thinking only of patching me up. The second the battle ended, you ran straight to me and started tending to my wounds. I kept telling you I was fine, but you were so stubborn that I eventually gave in.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, he let out a soft sigh.

“And when you took off your mask, I saw the look in your eyes. It scared me. I was terrified that you could have been hurt because you were so distracted by my condition. But what frightened me even more… was seeing how much you cared about me. You cared so deeply that you forgot your own survival, just because I was injured.”

You recalled how he had avoided giving a direct answer about the nature of your relationship, and now, you were starting to understand why. Faint glimpses of that event began to surface in your mind. They were blurry and fragmented, but undeniably there. And now, you were beginning to realize that perhaps he wasn’t just a friend.

“What happened earlier, with Genma… I know you would never have done that. That wasn’t you. And… I’m going to help you find your way back to who you’ve always been. I don’t know who’s hurting you like this, but… I’m here now, and I’m not letting you go again. Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”

Someone asked me to tag them on updates, so here is the taglist. If you also want to be tagged, tell me ! :) @strflp

[archie-sunshine]

Archie you are spoiling me today!! 🥺 You made Ada so pretty!! My scary quintesson wife!! I have so much fun talking to you about her and I really hope other people like her too. I could go on for hours about her lore.

I will never get over Meter disappearing into her sea of tentacles!! They are everything!

THIS IS BECAUSE ADA *IS* PRETTY!!! ARUGRHGRH

anyway everyone do you wanna see meter's wife? yes you do actually.

she was a quintesson programmer who programmed in backroutes for the first cybertronians to gain free will because she felt what they were doing was wrong, and then she disappeared for a while, and then came back to TFA's (or a fan continuity we're working on similar to tfa's) cybertron and immediately realized that the robots she worked hard to give free will to so they could become a society immediately turned around and invented IMPERIALISM and CIVIL WAR and ROBOT MK ULTRA.

and she's SO sad about it, at which point she runs into meter who she thinks is broken but was actually just hypnotized/stun locked from a particularly 'friendly' person he was ticketing, so she obviously tries to help him, and things progress from there.

heres her quintesson form! (i refuse to line her tentacles id rather die)

and here's her cybertronian form! Her alt mode is a massive space ship, shes very big.

[cerastes]

I was thinking about the "FUNNIEST VTUBER CLIP -> Sex" post (that OP deleted and that I hope it wasn't due to harassment) and I think a sizeable amount of people that dislike Vtubers don't actually dislike Vtubers, they dislike Vtuber fans.

Now, quick preface: I used to watch Vtubers, I don't anymore, but I don't dislike them or shit on them, I just moved onto other things, plus I don't like certain aspects of it as a culture on the corporate side. One of the biggest things I dislike, though, are the fans. I sincerely have never before wanted to not be perceived as something as much as I have with being a fan of Vtubers, not because Vtubers are cringe, but because being associated with Vtuber fans would legit lead to an ego death for me.

I obviously mean the ones that are the most infamous with that statement, if it wasn't obvious enough: The ones that seem to try and grasp at every chance to aggrandize, or, say, idolize Vtubers. You know the ones I'm talking about, the people that say "wow, normies fucking suck, they see Markiplier making weird noises and lose their shit, I don't get it" and 5 minutes later are laughing their lungs out at Amelia Watson making weird noises, the ones that'll see the Vtubers do something in a game and claims she's a Goddess Of The Game, The Best Player Alive At It, the ones that'll endlessly circulate clips of the Vtubers "using their real voice by accident" or "FUNNIEST VTUBER CLIP" (she said something sexual or burped) or "[Vtuber] is a FREAK?" (she said 'feet' or 'vore' or otherwise mentioned any other widespread milquetoast fetish), the ones that'll absolutely die on the hill of going to bat for the Vtuber or Vtuber corp they like (especially Hololive, Hololive shills are lab-grown weirdos with burnt out brains that you'd think are constantly in MK Ultra activation mode except just to defend Hololive at any cost and by any means).

This isn't every Vtuber fan, obviously, but this is what is known as the Vtuber Fan. This is what a lot of people think of when they think of "Vtuber Fans". And seriously, I find it hard to blame the talent -- in the majority of cases, because there's plenty of Vtubers that really lean on the so called "GFE", or "Girlfriend Experience", or "Really Fucking Vile Parasocial Shit", these ones can legit go explode and I support not giving them a platform -- because, see, streams are hours long endeavors for most streamers, and Vtubers definitely are expected to stream at least some good amount of hours per session. The majority of cases, these Vtubers are just making some jokes or commentary that may make reference to sex or involve more raunchy topics, which is completely normal for the average streamer, even non-Vtubers, but then Clippers (or Clip Channels), as they are known, clip only those parts, so for outsiders, Catgirl McTuber is known exclusively for making references to feet, piss, and saying the word sex a couple of times per clip, when the reality of the matter is, Catgirl McTuber only brings those up maybe twice or thrice every couple of streams. There are definitely Vtubers that leverage this, mind you, the whole "ehehehe if I say nipple and feet and imply being into this one obscure fetish, I'll get a shitload of views on my clips, which translates to new followers" so, almost as if on schedule like old Moistcritikal videos, suddenly they will unleash "uhhh yeah chat that health potion I just drank, it's so red and colorful, it looks delicious... Delicious like feet! Like a giantess' feet!" followed by a silence where chat goes "HUH?????" and they know that's going to be their clip, but again, that's not all of them, and some are really misrepresented. In a way, it's largely Clippers' fault that Vtubing in general is so often seen almost necessarily as this Thing For Perverts: Yeah, those clips get traction, from both enjoyers and detractors, and with those delicious views rolling in that aggressively, of course they'll replicate the formula more and more.

This, in turn, feeds into the usual view of the Vtuber Fan: It's easy for anyone not interested, not even hateful of the culture/craft, just uninterested, to view it as "Oh, vtubers? Those super perverts that only ultrafreaks like? Hmm yeah not really, no, I don't watch any of them".

And, again, the need, the compulsion, to aggrandize: "WOAH Pink Vtuber just dropped a new song! It's THE BEST!" maybe it's not bad, really, but it's definitely mid at best, and seeing people really push it as this breakthrough of music so aggressively because they jack it to the Vtuber's model, well, it doesn't sit well with Actual Music Fans of the genre. "WOW Dog Vtuber is FERAL!" she's literally doing much of what Markiplier-type streamers did and do, but she's got a cute anime model and is Female, so fans will go rabid, and other people will eventually find this behavior annoying out of principle.

See, these things I mentioned... Do they warrant hatred? Not really. A streamer can release a track and it can be mid and that's fine. A streamer can make noises and say "unhinged" things and that's fine. Streaming is about doing something you enjoy as much as it is entertaining a crowd, in my opinion. Going about it the way you want to go about it is always the right answer. But then you have these incredibly aggressively parasocially invested fans that make the visible, perceptible bulk of what a Vtuber Fan is, and that's when public opinion, well, it goes to shit, because it's not longer just "a streamer with an anime rig just chilling and doing their thing", it becomes "a streamer with an anime rig doing anything at all and this army of people with usernames like lolifeet9000 proudly proclaiming they are, in fact, the funniest feralest greatest internet supersensation alive, even though all she said was 'armpit' this one time in a 7 hour stream".

Mind you, there's plenty of legitimate gripes to have with Vtubing -- to name a few, the obvious clip fishing is annoying and especially the parasocial angle being intentionally leveraged sits VERY badly with me -- but these things are not universal, not all Vtubers are doing these bad things. I think Vtubers get a lot of unwarranted hate because they have the worst most annoying fans possible, and I would rather people make the distinction more often, if they hate Vtubers or Vtuber Fans (tm), because I think it's not fair to the streamers and I think you hate the Fans, actually, for very good reasons.

[anti-lies]

Attention: After Talking to Another Real System, I've Come to Believe That the Endo Community is Being Infiltrated and Controlled by CIA Operatives

I need everyone to be aware and be vigilant because the threat is real. The endogenic community was invented to divide us and keep us distracted.

Having combed over several big potential CIA operatives, I've narrowed the field down to four possibilities. Remember that any or all of these could be CIA operatives, but I'm certain at least one has to be.

Possible CIA plants

@guardianssystem: This system claims to be a pro-endo "traumagenic" system as a way to give themselves authority. They have activity across multiple websites including TikTok and X. They're notable for compiling this document of "sources" to prove endos exist. This document is everywhere. It has suspiciously become the main compilation of endo sources that they love to link to at every turn.

@cambriancrew: They're a tulpa "system" who runs r/tulpas. For anyone who doesn't know, "tulpamancy" is essentially a form of brainwashing. Tulpamancers say they can change a person's brain to give them headmates, and they've convinced multiple "doctors" to back them. All of this sounds like MK Ultra stuff. Cambrian Crew, besides being an outspoken endo, appears to be well connected, and used those connections to help organize an AMA on r/tulpas. In this AMA, their CIA-paid doctors claimed to have conducted brain scans on tulpamancers that showed changes in brain activity when their tulpas were possessing limbs.

@sysmedsaresexist: A nefarious saboteur, Sysmedsaresexist posed as a prominent anti-endo voice for YEARS, building up a massive anti endo following on this site. Between their SysmedsAreSexist and JustAnotherSyscourse blogs, they practically single-handedly ran the "#shit endos say" tag dedicated to mocking endos. But then all of a sudden, they turn? And like CambrianCrew, SysmedsAreSexist appears to have a close relationship to "doctors," posting a screenshot of an email from Colin Ross, an expert in DID, that appears to support the existence of endogenic systems. All of this looks like a years-long psyop to gain people's trust and convert them.

@sophieinwonderland: Finally, that brings us to Sophie, another tulpa "system." She also has her own page filled with endo "sources" though not as detailed or widely disseminated as Guardians'. The more I looked into this one, the more disturbed I became. Sophie is, as far as I can tell, the system who started "The Future is Plural," the mass movement which we all know seeks to traumatize children en masse and give them dissociative disorders. She also openly brags about teaching people methods to dissociate and hallucinate, says that she believes she can rewire people's brains, and cheerfully is arguing in favor of propaganda.

Please, whatever you do, do not engage with these people. Not only to avoid harassing them, but because if they are indeed CIA operatives, it may not be safe to do so directly. I may be putting myself at risk just by talking about this aloud, and I believe they're already trying to discredit me, but I feel someone has to talk about this.

Community input in finding the spies is incredibly important.

Knowing all of the facts, I'd like to know who you all think is most likely a CIA operative.

[henrysglock]

So...How Old Is Jane, Really?

Following up on this post about some time messiness I've noticed during my rewatch of ST. Again, if this has been talked about before, I haven't seen mention of it. So...bear with me.

1983, less 5 years, is 1978. That throws an initial wrench into "Terry tried to break El/Jane out of HNL in 1974".

It means all this ought to have happened in 1978:

However, Becky also says:

Terry has had Jane's nursery put up for 12 years. That means Jane should have been born in 1971, which means Jane should have been seven years old when Terry broke into HNL, which aligns well enough with El in ST4 being 7 years old mid-1979:

Okay, so let's say Terry did break into HNL in 1978 rather than 1974. What's the big whoop?

Well. The little blonde girl in Kali's rainbow room was played by Clara/Charlotte Ward, both of whom were 3-4 years old at the time (born 2013, ST2 was released in 2017).

So it's either Terry broke into HNL around 1974, saw 3-4 year old Jane (1971), and has been mind-broken for about 7 years, with Jane being 12 years old in 1983...or Terry broke into HNL in 1978, saw 3-4 year old Jane (1975), and has been mind-broken for 5 years, with Jane being 9 years old in 1983.

Someone's lying here...or mistaken.

This begs the question, at least from my end:

What if I've been thinking about it the wrong way? What if there's more than one Jane, rather than one Jane and one El?

What if we're dealing with two different Janes, one of whom is El?

So...what if this blonde girl is some other Jane, a girl who's years younger than Becky's Jane (1971)? This girl would have been born around 1975, which is congruent with one of the newspaper articles El leafs through in ST2 about Terry and baby Jane:

"...culminating in the abduction of Ives' baby daughter in the mid-1970s."

1971 is not the mid-1970s. The mid 1970s is 1974-1976. If Jane was born and abducted in the mid-1970s, then Terry's break-in would have to be after that point. So...Definitely not 1974. It's not physically possible, and it's not plausible, either, given the dates I laid out above from Becky. It's more likely to be around 1978.

This is later corroborated by the newspaper article we see during Terry's dream circle, when she's retrieving her gun from the safe:

"...as a special inquiry into a covert CIA operation, code-named MK Ultra, has expanded the extensive details about that which has been haunting the nation for the past decade."

MK Ultra was revealed to the public at large in 1975-1976, which means Terry could not have been retrieving her gun to break in before 1975 while also having this article exist the way it does.

The newspaper shown in that screenshot simply cannot exist before June 11th, 1975. It is physically impossible, given that MK Ultra is mentioned by name. Terry could not have broken in in 1974.

Additionally, the fact that the article mentions an expansion of details, especially when paired with that the article specifically says "that which has been haunting the nation for the past decade", leads me to believe it may have been written closer to 1977:

...given that MK Ultra was officially halted in 1972:

...meaning that any article written around 1977-1978 would have been referencing about a decade's worth of material/the nation would have been haunted by a) an article on other non-MK Ultra CIA operations published in December of 1974, b) the Rockefeller Commission's report in 1975, c) the Church Committee's report in 1976, and d) the FOIA discovery in 1977—in other words, as I said, events from the majority of the 1970s, aka "the past decade".

This same text (though in a different article...what is this, their Lorem Ipsum? Look how they duplicated the right-most paragraphs in the pic below) can be seen in ST1 as well:

We can even see both Richard and Martin Brenner being named in these texts, both of which create a network of "Jane was born in the mid-1970s, meaning Terry could not have come looking for her before the mid-1970s" and "MK Ultra was revealed to the public in 1975, meaning Terry could not have broken in before 1975 at the very earliest", which means regardless of which Brenner you're reading about...Terry broke in later than the fandom has been assuming.

This leads me to believe, given a lack of solid contradictory evidence, that Terry did, in fact, break in around 1978.

This is corroborated by the accessory comic Six, which states that Terry broke in in 1978. Accessory comics and novels, while not strictly canon, have been known to have small canon details peppered in before those things actually appear in canon (like Will seeing what appears to be Vecna's mindscape in a comic released years before ST4).

Terry could not have broken in before June of 1975, and yet...fandom wiki says 1974. And based on what?

An Instagram post.

When the actual show explicitly says differently? This is why we don't blindly trust the Wiki, kids. It doesn't tell the full truth.

Canon says Terry broke in after 1975. Canon specifically says she broke in circa 1978.

Anyway, the real questions remain:

Was Jane 6-7 in 1978, or was she 3-4?

Was Jane 11-12 in 1983, or was she 8-9?

Will Jane be 15-16 come 1987, or will she be 12-13?

The answer is...yes! (depending on which Jane you're referring to)

Which circles me right back around to the usual culprits.

Which like. Let me cook, ok?

An age gap of 12-13 (actor age)

and 15-16 (character age)?

Plus, some other bits and bobs linking Nell to Jane:

Alice in Wonderland

Casting and Costuming choices #1

Casting and Costuming choices #2

I'm wondering if I wasn't more correct here, here, and here than I originally thought.

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

In honor of Galacta Knight's Birthday (which I am.. more than a week late for~), Guys, I wanted to post this earlier, but I just keep adding to the comic because I loved it so much~ as a result, I'm pretty much a week later & I highly suggest that you read these for context:

Mety & Gally, Bye Bye Mety , Let go what no longer serves you

Needless to say, but Spoilers! ON TO THE STORY!

Dame Morgan is pretty much a mix of Ursula (Disney's little Merimand ) & Eris (Sinbad) and this takes place a little after Kirby meets Galacta Knight

Scenario... So Dame Morgan & Galacta Knight a deal:

"I can break your curse, and you can take your revenge on this wretched galaxy...isn't that a great bonus! The world is so unfair is it anyway... why not get what you want for once...

And to show she's the real deal... she dispels him temporally so he can make his choice... he used to fight for the world, and the world was cruel, imprisoned unjustly, and turned its back on him, but...

And the little flashbacks GK recalling is when he was unsealed by MK when he met Kirby, and the first time he met Meta in person when they were kids.

Finding you again~

While Gala taught Kirby that some things are worth letting go of... Kirby teaches Gala that there are some things worth holding on to!

FULL CIRCLE MOMENT!

And Happy (Belated) Birthday, Galacta Knight!

I wanted to give you a win for his birthday. And it'll be a little while before I talk about Galacta Knight again, so I wanted to make it special and drop a ton of lore for him.

He really is an endgame character, for later, there's still a lot of mystery I'm setting up for him. And Galacta's Warpstar revealed which... HAS A HOLE IN THE MIDDLE!?: I'm just gonna leave that pie out in the window so you can all ruminate on that!~

Hope you all have a great day!~

(Keep Reading for lore/explanations & a bonus...)

(After someone battles Galacta Knight (and wins), he (GK) is given a small opening of clarity and sanity.) So when Meta Knight was first unsealed & defeated, but it's not during Marx's arc (Kirby Super Star Ultra)... But in KirbyPlanet Robot instead.

This is where he gives his whole speech, but when Meta hears that, he immediately goes:

OH HELL NAH! I'M NOT LETTING YOU SINK INTO THAT RUT I'M PULLING YOU OUT OF THERE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!

Galacta Knight has always felt like he was written for "Meta Knight" in the canon lore (in Kirby Super Star Ultra) So that's how I approached him in the KBASW AU... His story very much mirrors MK's story.

Meta Knight himself has done the whole "sacrificial-isolation- thing... it was too dangerous for anyone to be around him, and he didn't deserve it..." and had to work damn hard to dig himself out of his rut... but he didn't do it alone ... (doing it alone just made it worse). He certainly wasn't gonna let Gala do that to himself.

Gala's curse makes his power unstable, and when he overloads, that extra power turns into anger & paranoia. This causes him to see everything and everyone as a potential opponent and threat. Only remembering the negative aspects of it.

So when Meta Knight challenged & reminded him that he drafted him & took him... he knew the maniac & insane version of Gala would hold a grudge against him and would go after him, too. It's also an invitation to Gala to see him again, keeping the door open.

Galacta Knight's character is meant to show how much Meta Knight has grown as a character. Using the things he's learned during his journey of self-discovery and applying that knowledge to save the friend he thought had long lost... And the roles of their youth have pretty much been reversed instead of Gala reaching out to Meta... It's Meta who's reaching out to Gala this time...

However, he does try to avoid MK, not wanting to accept it, feeling guilty, and trying to keep his sanity (by unleashing his raw power in empty corners of the galaxy)... But he can still feel his anger and can't help but be bitter... he can only do so much until he loses it again.

So yeah, our boy's still pretty much running... that isn't until he meets Kirby & has Morgan offer her deal to him that he's done hiding and seeks out Meta Knight (finally...)

The confrontation with Morgan serves as Galacta Knight's realization that he's not alone and he's done feeling regret & being upset. He's ready to get & accept help... and finally ready to let himself be happy.

And Morgan unintentionally (actually) helped Galacta Knight.

Also, I'd like to reveal more of Dame Morgan's dark magic:

She can't force anyone into a deal (trick, lie, and cheat, yes)... The subject needs to genuinely want it if not, it won't work. After all, the Jamaba Heart enhances a subject's worst desire (plus all the negative effects would go to her she... can't have that!) And that's also why she needs Galacta in a sane state to accept, too.

It's the main reason why she didn't chase after Galacta Knight after he refused... And I am very pleased that Galacta Knight is the only one who refused Morgan's deal! HORAY SHE'S BEEN THWARTED-

Okay, never mind, another character's getting screwed over... and now finally introducing the mirror world into the story KBASW au... Morgan is the reason why he has more of his vortex design... it's a result of the Morgan deal~

(What Morgan did to him... she pretty much used him as a guinea pig for what she was planning to do with Kirby In Last Midnight. Yeah, his story's pretty tragic...)

I also wanted to give DMK's reason for joining Star Allies to make sense and to be a lot stronger. But I also need a reason why Shadow wasn't participating in it (aline to the story canon). So this is why~

Once again, I know I revealed a lot, so... I threw in several more questions: (What's gonna happen to Shadow Kirby? Why does Gala have a hole in his warp star? How is Gala gonna break his curse!?" )

Questions I dare not answer yet! (PS Metagala shipper, feel free to use as shipping fodder) Love guys! ~ <3 I hope you enjoyed it.

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Explaining the end of BO6

At some points, BO6 has a campaign that is somewhat complicated to understand and it is understandable that some people did not understand it. This is normal with other BOs, Bo1 and BoCW have campaigns that are easy to understand, but the stories in Bo2, Bo3, Bo4 and Bo6 are difficult to understand at first, so here is an explanation for you.

What is Pantheon?First of all, it is important to explain who our enemy is, Pantheon. They were a secret division of the CIA that had been created sometime in the 60s, this division was effective, but their methods were brutal.

At some point in the 1970s, Pantheon got involved with Advanced Technologies and Applications (for ease, I will call it ATAA), ATAA was a CIA secret operations program that was created sometime in the 70s and managed by Pantheon, with the objective of creating weapons and technology that were beyond the reach of the people who lived at that time.

In the Emergence mission, we invaded an abandoned ATAA base in 91 and found a hook in perfect condition, as well as tips on experiments with zombies and even brainwashing. In fact, it was at this base that Adler took Bell to do the MK Ultra brainwashing.

And for those who want proof, Adler meets Bell on 01/13/81 and we see in a cutscene that Adler was at ATAA on 01/17/81, so that Bell appears with the brainwashing completed on 02/23/81.

Now let's talk about Cradle, this virus was actually the result of a project to create super soldiers, but the CIA modified it to be a biological weapon to be used in countries that are enemies of the USA. The cradle was tested on several test subjects, and as far as we know, only Case and Harrow were successful.

Case was a CIA agent who was used in the experiments, it is not known if he was a volunteer or not, for now we do not know much about his past.

But now about Harrow, she was born in the 50s and saw her parents being killed on 09/12/60, she ended up being adopted by her uncles and then joined the CIA to try to find out what happened to her parents. After years of trying to find something, Harrow receives a diskette sent by the Pantheon saying that her parents were killed by Adler at the behest of the CIA, which made her join the Pantheon and volunteer for the Cradle experiments.

A while later, there was a containment breach that caused the virus to get out of control at the ATAA facility. It was an accident where everyone was infected and started killing each other. This is the effect of the Cradle, which makes its victims aggressive and attack anyone they see in front of them. But maybe it wasn't an accident, since we have a dialogue between Case and the voice in his head that suggests that he was the one who caused this containment breach.

After this event, ATAA was closed while the CIA chose to dismantle the entire Pantheon division, in this case the person responsible for this is Daniel Livingstone. But even without the CIA, Pantheon members infiltrated the Cradle victim rehabilitation program, to search for surviving victims of the outbreaks and study them or make them forget what happened. Among the victims was Case and he does not remember the events because he was brainwashed to forget them.

And just to explain something and not confuse anyone, Harrow is indeed from Pantheon and she remains loyal to them even after Livingstone dismantled the division. She infiltrated the CIA as a spy for Pantheon without her superiors knowing. And later she ordered the reactivation of the Cradle project to make the virus stronger, to the point of making its victims commit cannibalism. She did this because Pantheon wanted to destroy the CIA from the inside out and take control.

However, in 1986, a CIA agent named Hudson ended up finding out about undercover CIA agents through an interrogation in Afghanistan. Knowing this, Pantheon joined Raul Menendez to carry out an ambush that led to the death of Hudson, Mason and the leg in the movement of Woods' legs. These are the events of the missions that took place in the past in Bo2.

After that, in an attempt to avoid being discovered, the Pantheon sets up a lie where Harrow sends a false report to Livingstone saying that the traitor was Adler. Harrow was chosen because she wanted this report to make Livingstone kill Adler. This makes Adler become a fugitive for a while until the events at the beginning of the Bo6 campaign, where the CIA trio (Marshall, Harrow and Case) were after Alawi (an Iraqi minister). We don't know what he would be used for, but what we can understand is that he would end up in the hands of the Pantheon.

Why? Well, the trio is on the CIA's side, but Harrow is on the Pantheon's side while the Pantheon attacks the trio. If the Pantheon won, they would take Alawi, but if the trio won, Harrow would take him to the Pantheon. Now why did the Pantheon want him? Alawi was the Iraqi defense minister and Pantheon had agents in Iraq. They were exchanging technologies with Saddam Hussein. While Pantheon gained resources, Hussein gained a sample of Cradle.

Alawi didn't know what Cradle was doing, but he knew it wasn't good and he didn't want to join them. At the beginning of the campaign, Alawi was fleeing Iraq to meet Adler and get to a safe place. The reason Adler shot him was to prevent him from being caught by Pantheon. And yes, Adler knew Pantheon existed, but he didn't know their plan.

After that, the events of the campaign happen. I don't intend to summarize them because this post is already quite long. But I'll add that I'll talk about a Vorkuta easter egg in the future.

Now let's move on to the end of the BO6. Harrow is affected by a replacement injected by Adler that makes her hallucinate and tell the truth to the protagonists, but why does Harrow have two personalities? Well, remember when I said that Case was brainwashed? Harrow was also brainwashed, but to make her more obedient to the Pantheon, this ended up fragmenting her personality.

The interrogation went well and we discovered that the Pantheon left a sample of the cradle in Washington, which would be released and contaminate the capital, thus causing Livingstone to be fired and Harrow to take over his position. In the end, Harrow manages to escape by helicopter and Case runs after her, they end up killing the helicopter pilot and making it fall into the water.

During the fight between them, the voice in Case's head tells him to kill Harrow, this leaves a doubt and that perhaps Harrow was discarded by the Pantheon, since her plans failed, and now Case should kill her.

In the end, we don't know what happened to Case, but we do know that Marshall had time to warn Livingstone and evacuate the place, saving many lives from the Cradle. Two weeks later, Livingstone offers the protagonists' team a position where they would be agents who would destroy the Pantheon, since they now know that there are spies within the CIA and that their main meeting point is Avalon.

While this is happening, in Livingstone's office we see a guy fiddling with his computer, this guy is Jackson Caine. Yes, I know some people thought that guy was Mason, but no, Mason died and Caine is a multiplayer operator and one of the Pantheon's infiltrators within the CIA.

And no, the end of Bo6 is not an open ending for the next games but for a story that they would continue within the multiplayer seasons, this has been happening for a while since MW1 Reboot. In addition to the CIA vs Pantheon fight, the zombies characters are also going to Avalon to get an artifact, so in short, from now on they would mix everything up, welcome to the codeverse.

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Hi guys, it took me a while to post because there was a power outage in my entire state, I hope you liked it and just to let you know that I will also talk about the seasons. Feel free to correct me or ask anything, sorry for my bad English and have a good day (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

[walder-138]

Questions for Annika, Jack, & Oswald:

What's this oc's biggest fear?

What's this oc's mental health state?

What's your favorite thing about this oc?

How does this oc feel about physical affection?

How does this oc get along with people they just met?

VICE!!!!! WHADDUP GIRL!!!! TYSM FOR THE ASK!!!!!

1) What’s this oc’s biggest fear?

Annika: People. Not in a social anxiety typa way (scared of judgement etc), but of what they are capable of. Annika has been exposed to human cruelty from a young age, growing up as a child soldier in a terrorist organization convinced her that every single person around her wanted to hurt her.

Over the years, her fear manifested into hate for humanity. It was never real hate, but ‘hate’ was the only label she could put on it without feeling like a coward. Fear is weak, Anya. Fear is weak. Hate and anger protected her; who wants to pet a rabid dog?

Jack: His scientific ‘research’ being exposed to the public. Jack is incapable of fear or anxiety; he’s a textbook sociopath, but he really doesn’t wanna stop performing his research and experiments (he worked on MK Ultra since he became a doctor) Seeing it flourish due to his involvement has been his greatest achievement, that being taken away from him would tear him apart.

Oz: Losing his daughter, Jenny. I’ve said this before and I’ll say this again; she’s the reason why he got off drugs following Vietnam and stopped being a verbally abusive misogynist to almost every single woman in his life. Oz knows that if he lost her, he’d most likely have a pretty bad relapse and fall back into his old bad habits.

2) What’s this OC’s mental health state?

Annika: Take a wild guess.

Jack: He’s balling honestly 😭 With everything that happened with Bell being a complete success, (assuming Annika isn’t Bell; she detonates the nukes) he basically saw his top project take off. Sure, the dumbasses in the safehouse didn’t listen to him about keeping Bell under that trance or whatever, but he can always start again; make another one.

Bro’s walking on sunshine!

In reality, Jack can’t feel anything. All of his emotions are fabricated. There could be a spark; of hope, or pity, or amusement, or some kinda love, but it’s never enough. He’s almost completely numb. He hates it sometimes, but Jack can’t miss what he’s never had.

Now about the state of his actual brain… uh ask Abbey about that. She fed him the curb

Oz: Shitty. He is constantly haunted by visions from his past. He can barely sleep at night without seeing his men -his sons- dead around him. The heroin, the morphine, and the LSD were the only things keeping him from having to see their mangled bodies scattered every time he blinked. Rehab helped him get over his addiction, but he hated talking to those damn prissy ass shrinks. But now that Jenny’s around, he can’t be high all the damn time, so Oz has to deal with it without any assistance from anyone but his ex.

He’s stressed, and he thinks he can’t do it anymore, but he wakes up every morning and does.

3) What’s your favorite thing about this OC?

Annika: How far her development’s come along. I based her off me when I play video games (I rage a lot 😭) and had to think about how, realistically, someone with an erratic fighting style would come to develop it. Since I die a lot, I figured Annika wouldn’t have any formal military training except by the terrorist organization she was raised in. I really wanted to make her a reflection of my video game playing style, and I’m happy to say that she does. Just with more depth now.

Jack: He’s not far along in his development process, so this will most likely change but so far, it’s how two-faced he is. When you talk to Jack, he genuinely seems like a nice guy that you’d wanna crack a couple cold ones with on a nice, hot day, while all of his ‘patients’ are horrified of him. Dudebro’s the reason Abbey doesn’t like British people 😭

Oz: I’ve got two things. How real he is. I’ll admit; a lot of my ocs are over exaggerated, but at least in my opinion, he’s the most realistic. I’ve made a post going slightly more into depth about this a while back. The other thing is that Oz is somehow my 2nd most morally stable character after all the shit he’s done 😭😭😭

4) What does this OC feel about physical affection?

Annika: She yearns for it. Annika’s never felt the loving touch of any individual that wouldn’t later be used to hurt her. Now, I’m not saying it’s a smart idea to abruptly give her a hug, unless you wanna pull back a bloody stump or you’re her girlfriend, as that scares her, tying back to her fear of people.

Jack: He doesn’t particularly care for it one way or another. Jack might tuck someone’s hair behind their ears if he’s being patronizing, or pat them on the shoulder to reassure them, he doesn’t really get anything from it. He won’t provide any physical contact if it doesn’t benefit him, unless it’s with his partner. Everyone else, even Jack’s own kids, can go to hell.

Oz: Oz is touched starved. At this point, he’d take any form of physical contact from anyone. The problem is, he doesn’t feel like he deserves it, so he recoils from it at every opportunity it’s shown. He says it’s unmanly, but if a woman even patted him on the cheek, bro’s getting a bit excited 🤭

5) How does this OC get along with people they just met?

Annika: Not well. Annika already hates the people she actually knows, introducing her to a person she doesn’t know will ensure hostility. Unless you’re going on a mission with her, she doesn’t want to know anything about you. She doesn’t want to know what you think about the weather. Her life wouldn’t be impacted if you lived or died, and she wants you to know it 😭If she can, Annika would just walk away after the initial greeting.

Jack: He’s the opposite of Annika, at least on the outside. He introduces himself, shakes your hand, and offers to take your coat. Very gentlemanly, especially to women and children. He presents himself as a genuine caring and kind man, giving gifts and offering to listen/help anyone around him. So whenever people (Abbey) accuse him of doing something, everyone tends to be like “Not Jack! He helped me sort through my divorce!” even if they barely know him, cause Jack’s just so damn polite.

Oz: Oz is extremely awkward. Most of the times when he’s meeting someone for the first time he just kinda stands there like🧍‍♂️waiting for his friend to finish talking so he can go watch the Patriots game. He isn’t rude about it though; he’ll smile and wave but he isn’t too good at small talk. Only when he starts to open up more will he start being the asshole we all know and love.

[ambigiousorganfailure]

a fully immersive, mostly traumatic acid trip wasn’t what i was expecting when i finished bo6. i mean, it already happened. i didn’t think it’d happen again. but it’s left me struck with that feeling i’ve had ever since i stepped foot in the rook; bo6 really is walking in the footsteps of cold war, isn’t it? story-wise, it’s almost completely unrelated (besides installing in you a deep-grudge-bordering-attraction for adler) but it bleeds through in its structure, it weeps in its pacing and aesthetics. breaking down its missions and comparing them composition-wise with cold war, it’s strange deja-vu.

and this all feels familiar, doesn’t it? walking as mini-harrow, in a recognizable yet uncanny place, dropped with these integral pieces of her and her memories. seeing a usa-made metal baseball bat next a sealed door of a dead-and-dying prison in russia. you know, it reminds me of a certain someone.

it always comes back to bell somehow. the fact harrow had taken up their (unknown) position as adler’s understudy, hearing him explain what he’s been holding onto for years—excuse me, why have you kept that?—is a remnant of MK ultra, “separation,” what must’ve been a great portion of what bell had been injected with while in the CIA’s dingy basement and at the berlin safehouse. it’s hard for me to not to be reminded, to see harrow walk the same path—reality is literally crashing around her, distorted yet somehow a perfect conjure, a reality which proves to be false, fabricated by another hand. fighting the one thing stopping her, trying to manipulate her and keep her in line.

harrow sees it all in shock. she knows what it’s like in a distant, removed sense, writing it out on paper but never sitting in that room, feeling the needle breach her skin and feeling like she’s going to crawl out of herself as something wrong, strange. she has to know about bell, the greatest reformed puppet in human history, but she doesn’t know that they walked this exact path—lived through their own forged memories, watching it change, watching them force it to change. having to take a shotgun and blow adler’s head off like a broken lightbulb the same way she has to shove and stab these mindless versions of her. harrow doesn’t know, in that vulnerable moment alone with woods, that someone so close to her went through this a decade prior—that she’s not alone in this.

it does really make me think what kind of person bell was, though, even before being turned into a shadowed reflection of adler. harrow is swapping back and forth between complete reconstructions of her memories and fragmented pieces, what’s very explicit to be this breaking sense of time and space around her. bell’s “world” is complete, perfect almost constantly, even when they’re starting to mentally degrade when reaching the labs and seeing perseus. are they still trying to reach perfection for adler, even if it’s impossible for him to see? or have they forged themself into something so strong that even drugs like separation can’t effect them like that? when adler was talking about “normal forms of interrogation,” what did he mean?

[fool-tarnished]

"Remember me" - Chapter 5 - Kakashi Hatake x F!Reader

Pairing : Kakashi Hatake x Female!Reader

If you want to read Yamato's version, you can find it here.

Warnings : Memory loss, mind control (mk ultra inspired), angst

Inspiration : Where did she go - Saleka

Words : ~ 3200

A/N : Hello there ! Here's a new chapter! I hope you will enjoy it. And sorry for the mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker. Thank you again for the likes, reblogs and comments ♡

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That meal with Asuma and the brief exchange about you had somewhat shaken the Copy Ninja. His friend had struck a nerve where he sincerely hoped no one would ever go, as he already blamed himself enough. He had replayed that scene over and over in his mind since your departure. Far too many times, in fact. Each day that had passed since that mission brought him back to that night—whether it was through a fleeting thought or long hours staring blankly into the distance. He had hoped everything might be different upon your return, that he would finally be able to say what he should have told you long ago. But his chance had slipped away, stolen by his fear—fear that all of this might put you in danger, fear of allowing himself even a sliver of happiness when he wasn’t sure he deserved it.

Closing his eyes, he let himself drift and replayed that painful memory once more.

“I heard someone talking about the next mission assigned by the Hokage earlier today. Apparently, [Y/N] was selected for it.”

Genma was sitting at the same table as Kakashi, Asuma, and Kurenai. They had simply gone out for a drink that evening, talking about their respective teams and the various progress their students had made.

The silver-haired ninja turned his gaze toward him, curious.

“I don’t know the details, but it’s said not to be a short mission,” Genma added, an idle senbon needle between his lips as he glanced briefly at Kakashi.

“She’s leaving for several months. At least,” Kurenai added, taking a sip of her drink. “She wasn’t thrilled about it, mainly because of Naruto… But she didn’t have a choice this time.”

He remembered feeling a faint pang of sadness at Kurenai’s comment. She knew, and he didn’t? Such a long mission? Thoughts swirled chaotically in his mind, though he had yet to voice them.

“What kind of mission is it?” Asuma finally asked, noticing a subtle distress in his friend’s carefully guarded expression.

Genma took a few seconds to think before responding.

“I’m not entirely sure, but it’s about delivering information to various countries and villages.”

A slight wave of relief passed through Kakashi. At least it wasn’t necessarily a dangerous mission. Still, your silence on the matter and the mission’s duration didn’t sit well with him.

“You’re not going to see her for her last night here, Kakashi?”

Her last night? You were leaving tomorrow? The ninja froze. You hadn’t told him anything?

“The mission starts tomorrow?” he asked, his voice laced with sadness as the muscles in his face began to tighten.

Seeing his reaction, Genma leaned back slightly in his seat, surprised that Kakashi appeared to be in the dark.

“Kakashi… She didn’t tell you?”

He stood silent for a moment before suddenly rising to his feet.

“Apparently not.”

With that short but emotionally laden sentence, the Copy Ninja left the bar, heading straight for your apartment, hoping to find you there. A storm of questions filled his mind. Why hadn’t you told him about this? Why decide to leave without even spending a little time with him? Of course, you must have been shaken at the thought of leaving for so long and leaving Naruto behind, but why so much distance with him?

Now perched on one of the rooftops that allowed him to see your bedroom window, he sighed when he saw you packing your bag. After a short moment, he moved to your window, as he often did. But this time, he neither waited for you to open it nor for your permission to come in.

He positioned himself just behind you, silently.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

His voice was heavy with a mix of anger, confusion, and sadness. You continued packing, not turning to look at him.

“What difference would it have made?”

He sighed, looking away for a few seconds.

“More than you think.”

“Oh, really? What do you know about what I think or don’t think?”

The question caught him off guard. What was suddenly wrong with you? Why were you pushing him away like this? He placed a hand gently on your shoulder, hoping you would turn to face him. But you didn’t move.

“I don’t understand. Talk to me, [Y/N], please.”

Your body began to tremble under his hand, and his expression softened, revealing only sadness.

“I’m leaving for months, maybe longer. I don’t know when I’ll come back, Kakashi. And I’m terrified of leaving Naruto alone. But Naruto… Naruto, I know he’s like my little brother, and no matter what, he always will be. As for you and me, Kakashi…”

He remained silent, waiting anxiously for your next words. Deep down, he already knew what you were going to say. He had noticed the changes in your behavior for a while now. You looked at him more often. You blushed more frequently. You were more tactile. He knew this was inevitable, and even though his own heart screamed the same things as yours… he couldn’t. He was terrified of losing you if he let you get too close. You had never really questioned what you were to each other until now. It had never truly bothered you before, but tonight, he could sense your unease and worry. It was as if all your doubts and unanswered questions were suddenly surfacing. Everything that once felt certain and unquestionable was now becoming a source of concern. This mission was challenging many things, and its length seemed to be shaking the very foundation of your world.

“I don’t even know what we are anymore. I feel like I’ve gotten too attached to you. I know you don’t… see me the way I see you, and… Maybe… Maybe we should have stuck to casual, professional conversations. Maybe we never should have seen each other outside of missions. Maybe this was all too much.”

He wished you didn’t see things that way. Because he didn’t. But you were leaving in just a few hours, and how could he possibly confess everything that was in his heart? A few hours wouldn’t be enough to explain everything, to overcome the demons that built a wall between his mind and his heart.

He wrapped his arms around you then, resting his head gently on yours and taking the time to breathe calmly. Even though you were turned away, he could tell you were calming down slightly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly, as if afraid to break something fragile. “Sorry that you think all of this… is too much.”

Sobbing, you tried to form a coherent sentence.

“Why, Kakashi?”

He paused, his hands coming to rest on yours as his embrace tightened.

“I promise we’ll talk about this when you get back from your mission. There’s so much I need to tell you, but now isn’t the right time.”

“I’m leaving for months, Kakashi! Maybe even longer!”

Finally, he turned you around so your face was in his view, cupping your cheeks with both hands and wiping your tears away. Gently pressing his forehead against yours, he ran one hand through your hair while the other rested behind your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I know. And I’m going to miss you. More than you can imagine.”

He remembered that night vividly. He had stayed with you, holding you in his arms until you fell asleep in your bed. That was when he had gone home. That was when he had let a few tears fall. Had he made the right choice?

Today, Kakashi finally had the answer to Asuma’s question.

No. If you looked at him again the way you always had, he wouldn’t push you away this time. He wouldn’t let you go again. Fate had given him his answer. And if it had brought you back to him, it was so that he would never let you go like he did that night.

________________________________________ You had barely had time to spend a little while with Naruto before he had to leave Konoha for an urgent mission. Neither he nor Kakashi had given you any details, but the young ninja seemed extremely worried and in a rush. You had vaguely heard something about Suna, the Village Hidden in the Sand, and someone in danger. Tsunade had refused to tell you more and appeared particularly concerned herself.

After such emotionally charged days, the one now coming to an end felt far too calm, and you weren’t sure how to occupy yourself. You were worried for them as well, but you did your best to think of other things, simply hoping they would return as soon as possible.

That’s when you decided to keep writing and drawing in the notebook the Hokage had left on your bedside table. Night had already begun to fall, and a strange feeling kept you from closing your eyes.

The silence slowly settled in, broken only by the soft sounds of your pencil moving across the pages.

Until a strange noise made you turn your head toward your bedroom door. Furrowing your brow, you placed the notebook, still open, on your bed and set the pencil on top. Just as you started to stand up to check, you froze as the door swung open with a sudden force.

The hallway was unlit, and only the dim light of the night outlined the tall silhouette standing before you. It was a man, and he appeared to be dressed like Kakashi—except that his face didn’t seem to be covered. However, the lack of light in the room made it impossible to make out his features or exact appearance.

Your breathing quickened, as if something deep inside you dreaded this person’s presence.

He approached you slowly, and you stepped back at the same pace, retreating deeper into your room until you could go no further—your back pressed firmly against the wall.

“I’ve been sent to deliver the signal,” he began, his voice carrying no hint of reassurance.

Leaning closer to your ear, he suddenly pulled a kunai from his pocket and stabbed it into the wall just beside your face. You tried to strike him, but he deflected your attempt and pinned you harder against the wall, his forearm pressing against your throat, forcing a groan from you.

“Oh, don’t get ahead of yourself—you’ll lose hope soon enough.”

He intensified the pressure on your neck, and you struggled to push him away, your brows furrowed in determination.

“The final fragment of hope lies where you must abandon all that you hold dear.”

At those words, your head began to spin, your heart pounded faster, and your breathing turned ragged. It felt as though everything around you was spinning out of control, as though you were completely losing your balance. The man before you snapped his fingers a few times in front of your eyes, and then everything went black.

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“Lady Hokage! There’s been an incident at the hospital!” Tsunade abruptly looked up, her brows furrowing as she fixed her gaze on the ninja who had just burst into her office. “We found the guards unconscious this morning, and she’s gone. [Y/N], the one you had placed under surveillance.”

That was all Tsunade needed to hear. She slammed her hands against her desk, grimacing as her thoughts raced. “Could it be…? No, it can’t be related to Gaara or the Akatsuki…”

She muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. The ninja standing before her remained silent, awaiting further instructions. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she clenched her teeth. “I’ll send a team to search for her immediately. In the meantime, try to gather more information.”

“About that…”

The ninja stepped closer to Tsunade’s desk, holding a sketchbook carefully in his hands. He opened it to a double page and placed it delicately before her.

Tsunade leaned in to examine the sketches you had left behind. She had glanced at the earlier pages before, but these were completely different. Her gaze froze, and she gently rested her fingertips on the pages, as if trying to decipher their meaning.

It was always the same silhouette: someone tall, wearing a long cloak, with a face scribbled over in heavy black pencil. A faint white hole where the face should be broke the otherwise oppressive darkness of the figure. Surrounding these sketches, she noticed spirals—each more warped than the last—and kunai scattered throughout. The composition itself was utterly chaotic, and her concerns about you only deepened.

“We need to find her immediately.”

The ninja nodded silently, leaving the room at once and leaving Tsunade alone with the sketchbook.

In that moment, she felt helpless. Who was this? Was it the person you had mentioned during your fight with Genma? Were they the cause of your loss of control that day? Or perhaps, even beyond that, the source of your headaches and your sudden disappearance?

The timing of Gaara’s kidnapping couldn’t be a coincidence, and one thought consumed her mind: Was it the Akatsuki, and what had they done to you?

Regardless of the truth, she knew one thing for certain: Naruto was in danger, too.

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You woke up alone, in a room dimly lit by a single candle on the floor. You vaguely remembered a ninja visiting you last night, but you couldn’t recall what he had said or what had happened after he stepped through the door. A pounding sensation filled your head, as if someone were beating a drum inside your skull. Sitting cross-legged, you placed a hand on your temple. What were you doing here, exactly?

As you glanced around the room, taking in more details, you noticed a silhouette slowly emerging into the candle’s light. You froze in place, unable to move a muscle.

“Well, you’re awake. Now we can talk like old times, just the two of us.”

That voice. That cursed voice. The chills it sent through you were far worse than in your nightmares. This time, there was no escape. No one to wake you from the nightmare to come.

Your gaze immediately locked onto his mask as it emerged into the light. That spiral—that cursed spiral.

Once close enough, he crouched in front of you, studying you for a moment. “I see that all of our work has been successful.”

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t move.

“The mind is a fascinating thing, isn’t it? The way it can be adjusted, shaped.”

You tried to look away, but his hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him. “No, no. That’s no way to thank me now, is it?”

Grinding your teeth, you shut your eyes tightly. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to force anything. In fact, you won’t do anything consciously.”

Your eyes shot open, and you glared at the black hole that appeared where his face should be. Anger, fear, and hatred swirled in your expression, and he laughed at the sight. “You’ll soon put all those emotions to good use. Be patient. We’ve got a bit of time to kill before you take action.”

You began to tremble. What was he planning to do to you? What was he talking about?

“At first, you weren’t even a target, you know. A twist of fate, perhaps?”

He finally sat down, looking toward another part of the room. “I’m the one who found you—not Yubaba.”

He spoke slowly, as though he were weighing his words or reminiscing. “A ninja, unconscious and wounded—what value was there in that, hmm?” He paused briefly. “Your head injury and your proximity to the Nine-Tails’ jinchūriki saved your life that night.”

Why was he telling you this now? Why now?

“To be honest, you’re nothing more than a test. I don’t know if you’ll be able to see this through. The remedies you’ve been given in the meantime… might cause problems. You’ll need to have one last cup of tea with me today, if you please.”

Deep inside, your anger boiled. The more he spoke, the stronger your desire grew to silence him by force.

“I’ll also give you a second mission, in case you fail the first.”

He turned toward you, as if waiting for some kind of acknowledgment, but you didn’t move. “If you fail to bring me the Nine-Tails’ jinchūriki on your first attempt… I want you to target someone else. Someone who could become an obstacle. And I think you’ll enjoy what comes next.”

He looked at his gloved hands, eventually clenching one into a violent fist. “You seem close to the Copy Ninja, Kakashi Hatake, am I wrong?”

At the mention of Kakashi’s name, your entire body tensed, and fear flashed in your eyes. He noticed immediately, laughing at how little it took to bend you to his will. “I see that simply mentioning his name puts you in such a state, hmm? This is going to be interesting.”

He grabbed your wrist, holding your hand out in front of you. “I want you to eliminate him. Use these little hands of yours to destroy him.”

Your gaze turned ice-cold. Kill Kakashi? Your choices were to hand Naruto over to him or kill Kakashi?

Was this it, then? Was this the destiny that awaited you? Betray or kill the two people who had mattered most to you? This black void, this suffering—was it all leading to this?

Your eyes started to well up as you stared at the hand he held as if it disgusted you. This wasn’t what you wanted. This wasn’t what you wished for. But you no longer had control. Or perhaps, there was still the faintest shred of it left.

“N-No.”

The single word escaped your lips, requiring a monumental effort.

“Oh?” He seemed surprised, though you could only tell by the tone of his voice. “You managed to speak?”

You stared at him, unblinking, summoning all your strength to resist him in whatever way you could.

“You think you have a choice, don’t you? I thought you’d realized by now that you don’t. From the moment you fell off that cliff, you lost all power over your existence. Do you really believe you lost your memory only because of your fall?”

He laughed again. “You’re only useful to me now because you might serve my plans. Nothing else. You’re no one. You’re nothing.”

His voice had grown far more serious, almost irritated. “You’ll soon see that hope is gone. You should give up. Fighting won’t change anything. Either you complete one of your missions… or it’s the end for you. The result will be the same, whether you fail or try to escape.”

No, no. It couldn’t end like this.

“Shall we move on to the main event?”

You noticed his right hand inching closer to your face, just like in your nightmares. He pressed it near your mouth, while his other hand reached for a small flask hidden in one of his pockets.

“One last cup of tea before you take the stage. In memory of all those little evenings we spent talking together. Ah, but I forgot—you don’t remember those either, do you?”

Your eyes reflected nothing but terror now.

“It was a fascinating experience, working with your subconscious, shaping this new personality of yours. A long process, but perhaps a valuable asset. Or, at the very least, an excellent distraction to divert attention from Konoha.”

With those final words, he forced your mouth open and poured the flask’s contents inside. The taste was identical to Yubaba’s, except the herbs seemed to have been steeped longer, making the concoction unbearably strong.

“Soon, there will be nothing left in your heart.”

Your vision blurred, and before you could question anything, his hand withdrew from your face. He snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, and everything turned dark once more.

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Pretty sure people easily spotted the similarities between Courtney's testimonials and plot points that across all of Lily's work.

And people HAVE explained those connections

Secondly,

Not only, was "I can't do Stockholm, I wrote that one" either AI or Edited thanks to the Brittany Collectives powers, but it was an running gag?

counting this ask, i have received six about this post LO made. i wasn't able to answer because work and not having available my computer, but now that we're back in business it's time to take out the evidence. 1. no, LO didn't had that running gag. just no. that was never a thing.

2. so we used AI to generate that one clip. in 2014. full with voice that perfectly imitates LO, including her cadence and tone, and also the visuals that perfectly correspond to her style of editing at that time. that clip that was out and running before any of us made our blogs. that clip that corresponds to a time period in which multiple people, ex fans of LO, can testify to being there when LO still talked proudly about how much she loved writing stockholm. that clip was AI generated. we're just science fiction villains that have travelled through time, generated that clip and put it out there... just to say this reviewer of MLP wrote a fanfic about MLP. sure, that sounds plausible. let's say that is true for that one piece of evidence. what about this entire video in which she talks about writing Ascentia paired up with Twilight Sparkle in Stockholm, while showing the cover of Stockholm, and how nobody called her a Mary Sue?

did we AI generated this one too? 3. but let's say, to keep this science fiction villain story alive, that we did. we also travelled back in the past and uploaded this onto the internet and brainwashed Sega when she became part of the Brittany hivemind to believe she saw this video first on LO's channel. again, totally plausible! makes total sense if you think about it! alright, so that's what we did. what about the blog posts, some of them still connected to the current account that she's using right now?

"but that image was manipulated". photoshop exist and we're actually very talented people so that makes sense to think about. but why then when you click on the "lily orchard" of this link it directly takes you to her current blog? did we mess with the tumblr code to make that happen? did we put a spell that makes everyone allucinate that they are reaching her blog when they press on her username and they're actually watching an entirely different person? oh, maybe we installed a brainwashing Brittany original gas in every computer and phone in the world, MK-Ultra style? i have more archives from other blogs, some active, some that are not, all connecting directly to LO one way or another.

the sankaku accounts can't be proven to be hers in quite the same way, unfortunately. but stockholm is and always was her most sincere creation and i say that with all the disgust that it's warranted.

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it’s so frustrating seeing so many otherwise reasonable men turn into warren jeffs on the subject of gender relations as time goes on. they act like we live in a matriarchal society that oppresses men when most of the problems men have can be traced back to the absolute nightmare that is the pornography epidemic. you have been brainwashed using the most sophisticated MK-ultra mass programming mechanism ever invented. i’m of the growing suspicion that so many of the vapid identity politics-style takes on gender relations promoted by mainstream liberal feminism are designed to trigger rage in men that have been primed by generations of hardcore porn consumption to see women as nothing but uppity, dim-witted whores. these “feminists” will nitpick about manspreading while saying NOTHING pointed about the utter despair porn and the commodification of women is unleashing on a society that already has a deep-seated contempt for life itself. porn and prostitution and hyper-sexualized female influencers with identical faces teaching teenage girls how to twerk on tik tok remain largely untouched in the gender culture war. ‘empowering’ to young women, and to young men evidence of the subhuman status of a female sex which craves domination. if you don’t talk about how the society promotes sexual violence and focus only on corporate affirmative action or Strong Female Characters in increasingly unwatchable superhero movies you’ll be asleep at the wheel as a culture war that already favors men falls into a cesspool of reaction that will be fueled by the influence of hardcore porn. young women will continue to be beaten and murdered and raped while we all just nod along with smiles on our faces because she “chose” her miserable existence