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Life began to feel so boring. The days blended into one another and suddenly we’re in march. Staying up late catching up on your favorite show because there is nothing better to do right now. One piece was such a breathe of fresh air, full of adventure and characters that seem amazing to be around and explore the world with. You wished to be in the world where u can freely be who you wanted, the world where you weren’t shackled by the burdens of reality.

You’ve been around all the corners of the internet so you know of shifting and astral projection which is exactly what seems to be going on right now. Rewatching episodes leading up to the time skip around 4 in the morning till your eyes flutter shut. Suddenly the wafting scent of the ocean filled your nose. “ Is she a stowaway?” “ How have we just found her we haven’t been on land for over a week now”. You opened your eyes to the snout of a reindeer and other very familiar faces.

You sat up so fast knocking into the poor doctor. Panic set through you because the first assumption anyone would have is that they’re in a dream or— congrats you’ve finally lost your damn mind. “ Who are you people”.

“ We’ve got the same question for you”

“ well I asked first”

The blunt part of a sword was thrust into your face by a very angry green swordsman. Fear etched across your face you give him a once over. Zoro. To your left was Robin and chopper holding his snout on her lap. There should be absolutely no reason that you’re in this world with these wacky 15th century pirates from your goofy anime show. Your voice shakes as you try to convince the green haired man to stop threatening your life.

“ Listen this is surely a misunderstanding, I really don’t understand how I have gotten here and I’m not really too sure who you people are.”

Maybe if they think that I don’t know who they are I can figure out a way to get out of this mess without ruining the story.

“ What is your last memory before you woke up on our ship” a voice from behind spoke. Turning to the left at the top of the stairs was Nami with Sanji following behind her.

“ I was laying in my bed falling asleep and then I woke up here”

After that you were bombarded with questions, what’s your name, your age, if an 8ft skeleton can see your underwear and it nearly drained the life out of you. The sun was now beginning to set after such a long day of being interrogated by the crew you used to watch through a screen. The captain was sitting on the head of the Sunny watching the day fade away when he stretched his arm to you pulling you to sit with him.

It was quiet for a while and nerves began to set in. Does he see through me? I know a lot of people don’t give luffy the credit but he’s way more intelligent than you’d think. “ What is it like where you’re from y/n” he spoke as he turned to face you.

“ Very different.”

“ Tell me about it please”

The sun completely faded into night and the stars littered the sky while you told luffy about “ where you’re from” and he was absolutely entranced by the world he’s never been. You ended up telling Luffy the truth about your origins, somewhat about himself, there was just something so compelling and trusting about him you didn’t think nothing of it. You slept in the girls room next to Nami that night, thinking about the next step and getting home.

Was this really a dream or did your desire to escape mundane life make you shift into this world of unknown.

The next day you went to eat breakfast with the crew and luffy starts spouting all the things you told him the night before. With seemingly no thought behind his words as he swallowed everything on his plate, though his crew members all stopped to stare at you in confusion.

“ I thought you said you weren’t from here?”

“ You said you didn’t know how you got here”

“ Well I wasn’t exactly lying, I really don’t know how or why I’ve been transported into your world. I just didn’t want to scare you or make you think I’m crazy with all of this.”

Over the next few days you were beginning to settle with the crew, you spent hours getting to know everyone and having the most fun you’ve had in years. Nami and Robin were curious about your world and you were more than elated to tell them all the things you enjoyed. The boys liked when you played their silly games, Sanji was obsessed with everything about you and loved having you perched on the counter when he was cooking so you can serve as his taste tester.

Zoro only just began to acknowledge you after finding out you also had a love for drinking, it became really easy to bond with the man. You knew you had to go back but what’s the harm in spending time with such a loving group of people, it’s not everyday someone is given your experience don’t waste it being worried.

You were able to convince Nami to give you a blank sheet of paper where you wrote all the things you knew about shifting and astral projection. You’ve been with the crew over a week now spending every night trying to shift back to your world. Sometimes you feel close others are strangely disturbed by Robin and Nami whether they are sparking up a conversation with you or knocking things over which disturbs your concentration.

The next few days you began to see birds meaning you were finally reaching land, the sabody archipelago. You know the way this arch ends and you need to go home now before you spend two years on an unknown island doing who knows what because YOU aren’t a straw hat and you have no place where you can learn to polish your skills.

The bubbly island became visible and you’d be reaching it by midday, while you were sitting on the head of the Sunny with Luffy again he asked you his million dollar question.

“ Y/n join my crew” he smiled. Your cheeks burned and you had to turn away from the boy whose smile brightened all your days.

“ Luffy I would love to but—”

“ Great- EVERYONE Y/N” you clasped your hand over his mouth.

“ Luffy l can’t join your crew. I have to go home I don’t even belong in this world”

“ Why do you want to leave” sadness dripped from his voice.

“ Yeah, we’ve been having so much fun” the small doctor announced from the deck.

“ It has been very fun I’ll admit but I don’t belong here with you guys. I’ve got a whole life in my world— and a family and just so much to do.” You reasoned.

The rest of the day the crew seemed angry and distant, you simply couldn’t understand why. When they all found out where you really came from they said they would help you get home. During dinner that night you were seated between luffy and Zoro who barley uttered a word while hushed conversations were surrounding the rest of the table. It was insufferable and reminded you of elementary school when someone didn’t want to be your friend anymore and told everyone about it.

“ Luffy are you upset with me? I haven’t done anything wrong”

“ Why do you want to leave? You just joined the crew and were on a new island”

“ I never said I was joining your crew luffy”

“ you know the captain doesn’t take no for an answer y/n” Zoro chuckled.

With a huff you stood up everyone’s eyes landing on you. “ Are you all acting this way because you don’t want me to leave?”

“ Why would we want a crew member to leave us?” Nami’s voice wobbled as tears formed in her eyes. Are they serious? When did u ever agree or tell these people that you were a part of their crew.

“ Listen closely all of you. You have to understand I am not from here, I never joined the straw hats, and I don’t even have any powers I can’t protect myself.”

“ That’s why you have me Y/n-chwaaan”

“ ignore that idiot cook but you have Luffy and I, we wouldn’t let anything happen to you”

“ Who is an idiot you damn moss ball !”

A fight between the cook and the swordsman broke out and you would usually find everything hilarious but…

These people have convinced themselves you are one of them and they don’t want you to leave. You decided tonight will be the night where you will go home with or without their help especially because you already know what’s in store the next day. Laying next to Nami that night waiting for her breathing to even out so you can concentrate with no interruptions you hear soft sobbing.

“ Are you alright Nami..”

“ Y/n I know you want to go back but can you stay a little longer we all care about you and enjoy having you around. We really feel like you’re one of our crew mates”

“ Sure, I’m not missing anything important right now” lying is better than letting this girl cry all night. When her breathing finally evened out you were able to try again.

Eyes fluttering open you were finally in your own bedroom. It was just as you left it, your iPad paused on the intro to one piece and the sun was showing through your curtains.

I really did it.

Life began as usual but you had a newfound appreciation for all the little things that made life worth it. Friends and family found your new outlook pleasant and you finally felt like you turned on a new leaf. While you were getting ready for bed applying all of your creams and oils the Tv in the living room turned on.

Wealth, Fame, Power.

A chill ran through your spine, you haven’t watched the show in over a month in fear of being brought back into that world by some odd chance. Getting up to turn off the tv something in the hallway made a noise. The fear of someone or something being in your house had you clenching on the door knob for dear life.

Just open the door nothing is there you’re only scaring yourself.

Opening the door and walking down the dark hallway into the softly illuminated living room the episode of the strawhats finally meeting up after two years was playing.

“ My favorite arch I should rewatch soon”

“ Why don’t you live it instead?” A voice from behind hissed.

You felt your heart thumping in your ears as you slowly turned to be met with a very angry Captain.

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I was inspired by a similar stories I’ve seen down the tl hope you enjoyed. Pt 2 coming soon maybe

[webslingingslasher]

did trouble ever have a baby dream? like when you dream you have a baby and you feel so motherly (?) and then you wake up and there's no baby? I noticed many people have that type of dream and now i'm wondering how peter and trouble would act after she wakes up from one of those

you had been kicking at peter's back for a solid minute before finally slurring out your words. 'where's lydia?'

'who the fuck is lydia?' he's pissed and tired.

'our baby.'

now he's wide awake. 'our what?' you don't answer, he rolls over and stares at the side of your face. 'trouble, you said huh about a what?' your eyebrows scrunch and you turn to your side, peter jerks your hip and sends you right back to where you started.

your eyes peel open. 'what?' peter thinks you're brave to have the nerve to act annoyed, he's staring down at your stomach with a burning glare.

your question goes nowhere, you sigh and try to turn once more, peter stops you. 'who the fuck is lydia?' you feel like a bucket of water was dumped on you, you've never had something like this happen before and it terrifies you. the supernatural is real.

you lean in close to his face, whispering out the words, scared of who might be listening. 'did you dream about her too?' peter doesn't look amused. 'no. you kicked me eight thousand times and asked where she was.'

'i didn't know where she went. i didn't mean to ask you out loud.'

peter's not saying the words you did, you'd take it and run for the hills. 'who is she?' you yawn, the topic now boring. 'our baby. can we cuddle?' hitching your leg over peter's hips, he goes still.

'you're not allowed to dream about my babies. i forbid it.'

you pat his chest, his demand viewed as adorable. 'easy, tiger. i wasn't astral projecting, i just saw this kid and you were next to me and i just knew who she was, that's all. i turned around and she was gone, i must've been sleep talking.'

peter wraps an arm around your back, you melt into his chest and feel your eyes get heavy. right at the cusp of sleep you feel peter's chest slightly vibrate.

'i'm serious, trouble. no more dreaming about my babies.' 

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Uh hello!!! I found your blog and I absolutely adore it!! If it's not too much trouble, may I please have a match up from either Baldurs Gate 3 and/or Hazbin hotel? (If I missed that match ups are closed, just tell me to bug off lol)

Gender: Femme AFAB nonbinary

Age: 25 (26 at the end of this month!)

Pronouns: she/her and they/them

Sexuality: Bisexual, panromantic

Appearance: 5’4” femme-presenting with chest-length light brown hair. I’ve got hazel eyes with hella eyebags, but I wear glasses with frames thick enough to hide them. I’m white but you can tell I go outside a lot lol. I’m pretty small, most people could pick me up like a sack of potatoes tbh

MBTI: INFP as far as I understand??

Personality: Oh man this part is kinda hard… I’m pretty energetic and quiet all at the same time. I consider myself fairly optimistic and friendly. I’m defs naïve as hell though, and it doesn’t help that I’m autistic so a lot of things go over my head. I’m a really bad people pleaser and have a hard time sharing my true thoughts and feelings. I’m ride or die for my loved ones though, almost to a fault I think. I’m a pretty hard worker once I get past the executive dysfunction lmao.

Likes: Space/astronomy, horror/urban legends, snakes, avians (particularly corvids and vultures!), exploring, flowers (I’m a sucker for colorful ones), seeing other people do things I don’t know how to do.

Dislikes: sudden loud noises, feeling/being trapped, being yelled at (I WILL cry lol), passive aggressiveness, being patronized or talked down to.

Extra fun fact: I’m a teacher and I’ve been told I’m good with kids? I don’t have a lot of patience for very young kids though, unfortunately.

For Baldurs:

Race: I’m pretty boring irl, so I think I’d just be a happy ol’ human!

Class: Rogues are fun, but I might also be a Cleric.

D&D alignment: Neutral good (I’m a very by the book person, but don’t mind bending the rules if I think they’re stupid ones)

I hope I got everything?? Thank you so so much!!!!

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

Bauldrs Gate 3

Gale Dekarios

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

He loved how bubbly and kind you were to everyone when you met that fateful day after the crash.

He appreciated your intelligence and willingness to learn more about things very dear to the Wizard's heart.

When he opened up to you about Mystra, and you showed him genuine compassion about his circumstances, he was overwhelmed with a sincere sense of loyalty.

Soon, though, as you traversed through the goblin camp and shadow fell, that loyalty turned to love.

When he was tasked with dying, he was so afraid you would be willing to sacrifice him for the greater good; however, when you stopped him, he was so happy.

He shares the astral plane with you whenever you ask from that day forth.

He eventually teaches you how to project as well.

When the dangers of the illithids are gone, he happily takes you back to Waterdeep.

He was worried about how Tara would handle you, but you two became fast friends, sharing stories and knowledge.

It was a random day walking through Waterdeep when he realized he had never actually asked you to be his partner; it was just assumed.

When he finally does ask you, he makes a big grand show of it in the privacy of the tower

Once officially together, he will not stop telling everyone how much he loves you and is lucky to have you.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You had just entered the Underdark with your group. The terrain was challenging to maneuver, and there was a threat almost everywhere with the mushrooms. However, once you found a safe place to camp, you all agreed it would be much needed. It was your night for watch duty, so as everyone went to bed, you began looking around the camp's perimeter. It was dark, cold, and damp here but not unbearable, to say the least. The fire nearby kept you warm enough, and you loved an opportunity to learn more.

As you looked at all the flora around you, you came into contact with a fascinating flower. A light blue glow surrounded the petals, and it smelled sweet. Smiling, you picked the three closest flowers and brought them to the camp to be examined. You had never seen anything like them, and they were beautiful. As the night progressed and you noted these attractive flowers, a groggy Gale woke for his turn on guard duty.

You heard him from his tent as he cursed because he couldn't conjure his cup of tea. You laughed at his antic and continued your writings. However, his cursing and voice grew more irritated by the minute. Standing, you walked over to him to ask what was wrong with the flowers in hand. As soon as you crossed the threshold of his tent, you could see the man's disarray. When his eyes met yours, the flowers in your hand seemed to fall into place. Gently, he took the flowers and began explaining how these flowers would, in fact, prohibit any magical use for anyone in its radius.

You laughed sheepishly and took the flower back from him. You left quickly and disposed of the new flower, sad to see something so pretty be detrimental to your friends. As you came back, Gale was observing your drawings. When you sat next to him, he smiled and began to tell you everything he knew about the flower, hoping to make up for it having to be sent away. With a smile on your face and a spring in your step, you wrote all you could leaning against Gales's shoulder the whole time.

Hazbin Hotel

Vaggie

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

At first, she is overwhelmed by your energy. Where you are bubbly and kind, she is loud and in charge.

She grew used to it over time and found your caring nature very refreshing.

She is fiercely loyal to all your ideas and passions, even going as far as to research them with you so she can make sure you have everything you need

She loves listening to you read or gush about topics that interest you the most.

Hell doesn't have stars, but she does her best to replicate the stars you tell her about from your mortal life.

She loves to be cuddly with you in the privacy of your rooms.

Out in the open, though, she is a big guard dog, making sure no one makes you uncomfortable.

She teaches you primary self-defense, so if she isn't around, you can protect yourself until she arrives.

When you learn of her past and accept her for who she is, she is overwhelmed with intense emotions.

It takes her a couple days to figure out how to properly thank you for being the best to her.

Your happiness is more significant than all to her, so expect her to never be too far away if you need something.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

After a particularly long day helping around the hotel, you were exhausted, to say the least. From Angel's antics to Alastor's creepiness, you didn't have much more steam in you. Even though you were the resident chipper person, only being surpassed by Charlie, you felt your patience grow thin, especially today. Changing into a comfortable set of PJs, you made your way to the lounge.

Curling up on the sofa, you flipped the TV on in hopes of finding something interesting. After minutes of flipping, you finally find a horror channel. It is interesting for hell that they only have one horror channel, but you would take it. After getting repositioned, you began watching the show and enjoying all the details. As engrossed as you were, you didn't notice your partner, Vaggie, joining you on the couch. Her thigh brushed your leg as she sat down, causing you to yelp.

Vaggie laughed gently at your reaction, holding her hands up in defense. As soon as you realized who it was, you calmed down and smiled at her. Now, this was a far better way to end the day. Your beautiful partner and a good horror flick. Repositioning on the sofa where your head lay in Vaggie's lap, you retrain your eyes on the TV. As you both grew more engrossed in the horrors on the screen, you didn't happen to notice the smiling demon standing in the dark corner, ready to pounce for his own amusement.

[romerona]

Chapter 2: The strange man's travel.

~In which the daughter of the Lord of Darkness who was born with the sole purpose of destroying the universe falls in love with Peter Parker~

~Masterlist~

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Kamar-Taj, 2017

"Oh, you think you see through me, do you? Well, you don't. But I see through you!!!" 

An older Carina Agamotto watches from behind a wooden pillar as the Sorcerer Supreme slams her palm into the Strange man's chest while Mordo keeps his body from falling. 

What the Ancient One is doing Carina had seen it plenty of times before, it's called Astral projection, an out-of-body experience that assumes the existence of another body, separate from the physical body and capable of travelling to non-physical planes of existence.

Carina hadn't had the pleasure to learn that yet, she hadn't had the pleasure to learn anything but meditation, (which gets boring after the tenth time of doing so) Carina wishes she could learn magic instead of reading about it, not that she minded reading but would rather experience it. 

Carina reads a lot.

Her favourite reads are fashion magazines, Astronomy books (her favourite among the many in the library were Astronomina Nova) and Alchemy books. Reading was one of many hobbies, including drawing, languages, stargazing and occasionally sewing, however, that is when she was not in classes.

With another movement of the sorcerer's hand, Carina was snapped out of her thoughts and continued to watch as the Supreme pulls him back into his body.  

The strange man gasps, looking around wildly. "What did you just do to me?!?"

"I pushed your astral form out of your physical form." The Ancient One told him calmly. 

"What's in that tea?" The man asks in suspicion, breathing heavily not believing what had just happened to be real. "Psilocybin? LSD?"

"Just tea. With a little honey." 

"What just happened?" The strange man was breathlessly looking around the room. 

"For a moment, you entered the astral dimension—" The Sorcerer Supreme explains to the man, walking closer to him.  

"What??" 

"—A place where the soul exists apart from the body." She added. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" Asked the strange man, nervously. 

"To show you just how much you don't know." The ancient one brings her hand to the man's forehead, her thumb in the middle of it, reaching his third eye. "Open your eye."

Carina sneaked from behind the pillar to the bookshelf to get a better view. She, as aforementioned, had seen the Ancient One astral project many people in the past but she hardly saw her sending them through the multiverse. 

It was fascinating. The whole concept was.

The multiverse was something she had hardly read about, not because she doesn't want to but because there was not much information about it, Carina knows that the Multiverse is the aggregate of all dimensions and parallel realities in existence. Dimensions are just portions of reality within a universe, there are also parallel universes that coexist with one another, such as the mirror dimension, that dimension is a parallel dimension that allows the sorcerers to practice their magical abilities and fight without damaging the real world.

Mordo examines the strange man. "His heart rate is getting dangerously high." 

The Ancient one brings him back from his 'trip' and gazes over him with a soft, teasing smile. "He looks alright to me."

And then back into the multiverse. 

The people who knew about the multiverse knew the extent of it, the existence of evil beings that threaten the peace of the planet and thanks to those beings, the Masters of the Mystic Arts were created, to protect the earth and existence.

That's Carina's future as a sorcerer, to protect the people of this planet from evil beings and anything that wants to destroy it, a great, honourable future if you ask her, but until then she still has a long way to go. 

"Have you seen that before in a gift shop?" Asked the Ancient one, looking down at him.

The man slammed to the floor, he sat back on his knees looking up at the supreme, his breathing was quick, he was hyperventilating, his banded hands shaking, yet he gazed up at her and pleads. "Teach me!"

A second, two seconds and the Ancient One answered. "No."

Carina was surprised, normally she would take all those who wished to learn and if that was not enough the sorcerer even showed him all the multiverse and she still said no. It was odd.

"What– wait..." 

Another master came to the room and seized him, he began to trash against the hold of the master as he dragged him away, "Wait, Please– No Wait, Wait."

 Once he was out, Carina tried to sneak away to where she escaped earlier, biting her lip, she took one step, another, then another but just as she was taking the next one, she was called out. 

"You can come out now." 

Carina walks slowly to the Ancient One and Mordo with a small, guilty smile. "Namaste?"

"Shouldn't you be in class right now?"  Asked the Supreme, looking down at Carina with a knowing look. "Mathematics, isn't it?"

Busted.

"I already did all my assignments," Carina grumbled quietly, looking down at her fingers guilty. "And I don't like mathematics, I know it's basic knowledge but I don't like them." 

"Mathematics is more than just knowledge, isn't it Mordo?" Said the Supreme turning to her trusted subordinate. 

"Mathematics provides an effective way of building mental discipline and that will come in handy once... you start learning magic." Said Mordo, face never changing.

 Karl Mordo was a master as well as a professor, he trained and taught students in magic and combat. Mordo can be humble and wise, with a great deal of respect towards his mentor, the Ancient One and the natural laws of the universe but he can be predictable and slightly boring. 

Mordo tends to keep a distance from her, he had only spoken to her whenever he needed or had to and vice versa, Carina knows he is careful about her and wary of her. When she was younger, Carine never understood the reason behind this cautious manner of his, but she came to learn that it was because she was 'special' or so the Supreme says.

And it was true to an extent.

Carina bore the Agamotto name, the name of the father of the mystic arts and creator of the three sanctums along with many important artefacts like the eye of Agamotto, inherently, people tend to see and treat her differently, but as much as Carina wanted to believe that that's why Mordo doesn't like her, something told her that was not the whole truth -The ache in both of her hands told her as much-that there was another reason why some people are cautious and treat her differently. 

She purses her lips averting her gaze to the floor. "Sure, if that ever happens." 

"Little star, you'll learn when–"

"When the time comes, yes, I know." Carina sighs defeatedly, keeping her gaze on the ground.

She's been told it's too early to start, she's still too 'little' to practice magic even though the children of her age are starting to learn basic spells. 

'When the time comes.'  The ancient one always tells her but the time never does.

Carina knows she's not like the others, and not just because of her ancestors but because every day she feels the magic coursing through her veins and a voice in her head that calls for her to wield them, manipulate them, explore them, drow in them, yet, she is also aware that for the fact she's different, she can't.

Falling and losing yourself into darkness, into her powers is not something she'll ever what to do. 

"Walk with me, Carina." The Ancient One told her. She began to walk deeper into the temple with Carina, leaving Mordo to follow behind.

"How is your Italian going?" The supreme asks, looking ahead. 

"Oh, it's alright," Carina told her, with a small shrug. "I can understand it easily but I'm having a little problem speaking it." 

The sorcerer glances down at her, a small smile gracing her lips."You'll speak it fluently soon enough, dear star." 

"I hope so," Carina told her. 

The Ancient One was always prompting Carina to learn new languages, she wanted her to speak the languages of the places the Sanctums are from, Hong Kong, London, Nepal and New York. Nepali was her mother language, being born at the Kamar-Taj,  she learn to speak Nepali first, but along with that came English, the sanctum was a place where several languages were spoken, English being one of the principals, so naturally, she learn to speak English just as well as she spoke Nepali. Cantonese and Vedic Sanskrit were slightly tricky but Carina had mastered them by the age of seven. 

Learning a new language wasn't something Carina was demanded to do, no, she rather liked learning them, learning a new language will connect her with the culture, naturally making her draw comparisons to what is most familiar to her. Learning about another culture sheds light on aspects of her own culture and if there's something Carina likes it's learning. 

They passed to a familiar window, a familiar scenery of the south courtyard, Carina knew where they were heading to, her room.

"Why didn't you let the Strange man in?" Carina asks, looking up at the sorcerer. "He looked eager to learn, don't you think?"

There was silence, a few seconds of it, a few too many to know the Supreme wasn't going to answer, leaving Carina to glance back at Mordo before clearing her throat awkwardly. "I just thought it was odd, you show him through the multiverse and the–" 

"I only enlighten him of the universe we live in, little star, that he is more than he thinks." 

Carina simply nodded, still not understanding. 

"How are your hands?" Suddenly asked the sorcerer, forcing Carina to be aware of the sting behind her gauze hands.

"Alright, it doesn't hurt much anymore." Said Carina, looking down at her hands. 

The sorcerer stopped, causing Mordo and Carina to do so as well and hold a pale hand for her. "Show them to me."  

Slowly, Carina put her small hands on the Ancient One's, amethyst eyes watch her as she unwraps the gauzes on both hands and observes the pink healing scar, a scar that went along both of her palms in a long slash. 

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Most nights at the Kamar- Taj were peaceful, the moonlight shining through the windows, the breeze keeping the sanctum fresh, people peacefully sleeping in their rooms, peace seemed to flow through the halls... The night Kaecilius branded her with the scar, the night Carina was awoken by loud murmurs, and cloaked people hovering around her was anything but peaceful. 

"W-wh-what do you want?" Asked Carina, her widen eyes looking between the people in terror. "L-Leave me a-alone." 

Three cloaked people moved forward and before Carina could do anything; one placed a bowl in front of her, and the other two hold her by the arms, one person on each arm holding her hands up, palms exposed. 

The murmurs she couldn't understand got louder as Kaecilius step forward, a large knife in his hands causing her to stop her struggle against the hold they had on her, she tried to scream but she was petrified with fear.

"Starry-eyed daughter of darkness, lady of destruction born out of elder blood you shall bring as promised, you shall bring our master to us."

 And with that, Kaecilius with a swift motion slash the knife along her palms, the blood dripping to the bowl. 

"Blood of connection, blood of the great." 

Carine grunted at the abrupt stinging, she was hyperventilating, face scrunching in desperation as the people still got a hold of her arms, she wanted to get away. 

Get away. 

Get away.

Get away.

She heard the man on the left gasp, his hand flew off of her, and then the woman on her right did as well, both of them taking a step back as if she had burned them... because she had. 

Not that she had noticed, but energy was emanating from her as if she was on fire but she was immune to the heat, although there was no warmth coming from her, only coldness. Vicious, unforgiving coldness.

Carina let out a shout towards the hooded people, a surge of energy sprung from her like she had never felt before, and then... 

Things went dark.

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"It seems to be healing well." Said the Ancient one, snapping her out of her thoughts. 

"Yeah," Carina said, looking down at the scar before up at the supreme, nervously. "A-Are you going to tell me why Kaecilius did this? Why did he needed my blood?" 

"He is lost and he fell into the darkness." The Ancient One told her, glancing at her hands one last time before bandaging her hands again. 

"That doesn't explain why he needed it for?" Carina murmurs, taking her hands back and starting to play nervously with her necklace. 

There was a pause before the sorcerer answered, she crouched down to Carina's eye level, eyes soft. "You are a very special girl, my dear star, more special than you can imagine and Kaecilius knows that." 

"Yeah, I know." Carina purses her lips, looking at her feet. "Is it because I am an Agamotto or something?" 

"Or something, now go on." The Supreme motioned her head behind her, to the stairs leading to her room. "It's time for you to meditate." 

"I already meditated this morning, why do I have to do it again?" Carina groaned, head falling back faking agony.

"It's never a bad idea to meditate more than once a day, besides take it as a punishment for skipping class." 

"Fine." Carina huffed with a small eye roll, turning to climb the stairs to her room.

"Remember your mantra." She heard the voice of the ancient one as she took another step up. 

"I know." 

Her room was the only one at the top of the building, the only room you needed to climb several flights of stairs to get to, it might seem tiring but Carina didn't mind, the view from her room made it worthy. 

She had been living in that room for a couple of weeks now since the night Kaeculius and the Zealots attacked the sanctum. 

The room was rather small compared to her previous one, but regardless of the space, she had everything she needed, a bed, a bathroom, a desk where a few scrolls, books and a sketchbook were scattered on the top, a small bookshelf which was full with books and the most important thing, the windows.

It was the sight was of the outer world, out of the walls of the Kamar-Taj, she liked that view. Usually in the evening, just before the sun dies behind the hills, Carina likes to seat at the window to watch the sun descend from the skies and the moon present itself and when the night had finally fallen, the view of the stars from her room was incomparable. 

Carina liked her new room, the only problem she ever had with it was the colour, it was grey and boring, it made her room have a dark mood. 

Laying on the bed, she took the bandages off her hands, the ancient one's words keep repeating in her head. 'You are special, more than you can imagine.' The pink scars seemed to glare back at her. 

How special does she have to be to have Kaecilius needing her blood? 

'Starry-eyed daughter of darkness, lady of destruction.'  

'Blood of connection, Blood of the great.'

What does it all mean?

Carina sighed, drained from the long day of shunning people, she pulled a picture from under her pillows and stared at it. 

It was her mother's picture, the only picture there is of her. She'd had it for as long as she can remember and it was one of the most precious possessions she owns. 

When she's sad or tired of people, Carina likes to stare at the photo, it gave her a sense of peace and a little bit of nostalgia, she supposes, nostalgia over the life she wished she had but never will. 

Her mother was the most beautiful person Carina has ever seen, although she looks nothing like her, while her mother had long brown hair, clear skin and dark eyes, Carina had short copper colour hair, freckles adorning her face, and amethyst eyes.

Carina figured she must take on from her father, which is only a wild guess as she has no idea what he looks like. 

She stood up and went to a nearby mirror that was hanging from her wall. She stared at herself and then at the picture of her mother, as she had plenty of time before, but no matter how much she tried to look for a similarity, there was nothing. Not even the smile. 

It was a sad situation, but at least, she knew what her mother looked like and Carina saw that as a win in her books, regardless of all. 

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Tell me if you want to get tagged.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

rich girl, bitch girl

pairing: leon x reader

cw: smut, p in v, oral, degradation, spanking

summary: reader is the president's daughter, so she works for leon at the dso, but has terrible work ethic and is never on time. he gets pissed off one day and decides to punish her.

a/n: alternate titles include: money won't get you too far, you can rely on the old man's money, and all of the other lyrics to rich girl by hall & oates

wc: 3.1k

You could be worse. Leon’s spent more than enough time mingling with presidential families and their compatriots to know that the political sphere is light years away from God’s green Earth. The bourgeoisie breathe a different brand of air and it reeks of entitlement. You act like you’re full of helium, though, maybe they pumped you up with some of that instead of juvederm the last time you got lip injections. Yeah, you took sick leave for that. Paid. You could be a snotty rich bitch who thinks poor people are a detriment to society, but you’re really just a lazy spoiled brat. You’re a bit of a bimbo, though, and it pisses Leon off. 

When you arrive at the office - late, as usual, you’re wearing a skirt that’s multiple inches short of professional and a jacket that goes past the hemline. If you buttoned it up, one could suspect you might be completely nude underneath, and, honestly, Leon wouldn't put it past you. Your tits are spilling out of your top and if you dared to bend over, your ass would be on full display. It’s ironic that you choose to dress like you work on a street corner, and yet, Leon’s never seen you walking the streets of D.C., not that he sees you much in the office either, he’s just convinced most politicians and their families astral project into the city and leave once they clock out for the night. 

“We need to talk about your tardiness,” Leon says. 

“‘Kay,” you say with a slight roll of the eyes, which he pretends not to notice. 

“It’s getting old. I need you to be here on time. Can you do that for me?” He clasps his hands together when he speaks - begging? No, not Leon. Keeping his hands busy so he doesn’t knock your teeth out? Maybe. 

“I can’t promise anything,” you say, taking a sip from your smoothie - your reason for tardiness today. 

“You do understand that I need you to be here in order to be productive, right? We’re not going to work on your schedule.”

“Okay, then don’t. You can work whenever.” You turn around and check your phone. The noise of the plastic straw against the bottom of the styrofoam cup pisses Leon off.

“Are you listening to yourself? You’d be fired if your dad wasn’t my superior.” He smacks his hand on his wooden desk for emphasis, but you don’t flinch. 

“But he is.” 

“Yeah, and do you plan on relying on that for the rest of your life? Because that’s a self-entitled move, at best.” It could be construed as self-entitled, but it’s not your fault life was served to you on a silver platter. 

“Whatever,” you say. 

“Don’t ‘whatever’ me. Look me in the eye.” You can feel his eyes boring into the back of your skull, but you don’t turn around. 

“I’m not going to repeat myself.” 

“Fine.” You snap your head around and stare into his eyes. 

“I know you don’t like me, and you sure as hell don’t give a fuck about your work, and quite frankly, if I didn’t have to work with you, I wouldn’t. What will get you to cooperate?” His words fly out of his mouth, and he slides his desk chair closer to yours at a similar speed, so he can speak to you in a stern whisper. He’s ditches the yelling, it didn’t do shit anyway.

“I don’t know, Agent Kennedy… what do you think?” You click your tongue when you speak - add that to the list of annoying behaviors.

“Do you think this is a fucking game?” His index finger points towards you, attempting to intimidate you with his blame game. 

“Am I winning?” 

“No. I am not falling for your bullshit. You’re going to seduce me and then report me to HR and go crying to your daddy.”

“Why would I report you?”

“Because that’s who you are. Defiant at your core. A fucking brat.” The last word packs a punch. Because he means it. 

“A brat?”

“Absolutely.”

“Say it again.”

“Are you getting off to this?”

“And what if I am?”

“Then you’re more than a brat - you’re a slut, too, huh?” 

You don’t respond, unsure of whether to take the bait and fight back or let him win because he’s right. Not that you’re a slut, but that you are “getting off to this”.  

“What? Now you don’t wanna talk back?” His icy blue eyes pierce through you. Leon can remain composed in the toughest of situations, he kept his cool in settings both bureaucratic and life-threatening. You are one of the few people who manages to get under his skin. It’s a talent, really. 

“Isn’t it better when I don’t talk back? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“It is. It’s good when you behave. Maybe you’re finally learning your lesson. All it took was to call you names and now you know your place.”

“What’s my place, Agent Kennedy?” You taunt, begging him to say the words you know are on the tip of his tongue. 

“Your place should have been in this office an hour ago when the meeting started. Now, I think you’d be better suited to work under my desk since you can’t handle sitting at your own.” 

“Under your desk? What would I do there?” You ask, feigning naivete.

“Use your mouth for something other than talking back.” At the end of the day, Leon is still a man - his words are not a threat or an insult, behind it all, is a plea for attention, affection, stimulation. Desperate to satisfy the throbbing sensation of blood pooling south. 

He rolls his desk chair back to allow you room. You thought he was all bark and no bite, but his gaze never falters. He waits for you to submit. Eventually, you do.

You look up at him, waiting for instructions. 

“Go ahead. You know what to do. I’m sure it’s not your first time.”

It’s a low blow. You’re already on your knees for him, but once you robbed Leon of his limited patience, which dwindled every day, he no longer has the conscience not to be cruel. 

You make quick work of his belt and slacks, getting them far enough down that you can reach his cock, which is already half-hard. Maybe he’s the kind of guy who pops a boner out of anger, you think. And he is, but that’s not entirely the case right now. 

“Do you need help?” He asks, not the least bit sympathetic. 

“No, I can do it.”

“Good girl.”

You hate the way the words drip down your thighs. 

You stroke him lazily, pretending to be disinterested. He can’t quite read you. You have a bit of a resting bitch face, which fits real nice with your resting bitch attitude. 

“You know I can’t stand you, right?” he says. 

“Yeah,” you scoff. 

“But I’m not a complete dick, alright? So, look me in the eye.”

You look up into his eyes, unsure of what he’ll say, but expecting something dick-ish - his typical behavior. 

“Do you actually want to do this?” He asks. Aw, he cares, you think. Though, maybe he’s just trying to avoid a “special meeting” with HR, or God forbid, you tell Daddy Dearest, and Leon gets to meet his maker instead. 

“Yes,” you say, meekly. You almost wish he hadn’t asked. It feels pathetic to admit that you want this. It isn’t fresh idea in your mind either. When your father had a talk with you about the possibility of working with the DSO, he informed you about some of the agents and other personnel - people you might work for - and he made sure to include pictures. You saw Leon and made up a bullshit excuse for why you wanted to be his assistant. “He’s your best agent, right? I want to learn from the best of the best.” Yeah, bullshit. You were looking to get in his pants the entire time. 

“Good. Then, get back to work.” Since you’re not doing the paperwork that’s piling up, Leon has to do it for you.

Leon sighs and flips through pages of fine print, ignoring the fact that his cock is in your mouth. You pull away with a pop sound. 

“You’re not even paying attention?”

“Excuse me?” He looks down at you, mouth agape, pretending to be appalled by your remark, but truly delighted that he’d gotten to you - you want his attention. “Paying attention? I’m working. Someone has to get this shit done.”

“But you don’t even care?” 

“Give me something to care about.” His gaze returns to his desk. “I hope you can suck cock because you can only get so far with just a pretty face,” he says under his breath. 

You feel motivated to work on something for the first time. Leon’s reverse psychology method seems to work well for you. Even if you refuse to do paperwork, at least he can get a decent blowjob. It’s not like he can suck himself off. He tried that once - as every teenage boy does - but, alas, it did not work. 

You tease him first, licking along the bottom and then swirling your tongue at the tip. You can tell he likes it, but not enough to stop doing what he’s doing. 

When your mouth wraps around his dick, Leon’s fully hard. He closes his eyes for a second and inhales sharply, follows it up with a heavier exhale, seemingly working on composing himself. He keeps his eyes up and his hands busy but his hips buck up into your mouth.

He moans when he hits the back of your throat. It makes you gag, so you smack him on the thigh. 

That gets his attention.

He pulls his chair back and looks at you, waiting for an explanation, maybe an apology. 

You wipe spit off your chin and say, “That’s what you get for being greedy.”

“Greedy? Me? You were barely giving me anything, half-assing it even on your knees,” he sighs, “You know what? You are good at one thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, insubordination, and I bet you’d look pretty getting punished.”

Honestly, you’d look pretty damn good doing anything. Leon would be the first to admit it. You have a gorgeous face and a bangin’ body. No work ethic to accompany it, though. He kept you around for two reasons - one of which he’d told you: he’s your father’s bitch. He’s lucky he’s not your subordinate. But, you’re also the best piece of eye-candy in the office by a landslide. Sure, Hunnigan is pretty, but he wouldn’t fuck her. He would fuck you. He will fuck you. 

“Stand up,” he says. He waits, silently, dead fucking seriously. 

You stand up, looking pitiful, shaky on your feet and fidgeting with your jewelry. You have that nervous new hire look. This is a new job after all - DSO’s finest fuckhole is your new title. 

“Bend over,” he says, and noticing your genuine confusion, he adds, “hands on the desk.”

You do as he asks. Obedient, for once.

“This skirt barely covers anything,” he says, hooking his fingers in your waistband from behind. “Good thing you won’t need it anymore.”

Leon rips off your skirt. 

“Leon! What the fuck?”

“Where are your manners?”

“Sorry. What the fuck, Agent Kennedy?”

“We can work on that,” he pats your shoulder patronizingly. 

“My skirt- that was expensive…”

“And? Buy a new one. Get one that goes down past your ass.”

Not like you need one now, since Leon has one cheek in each hand. 

“You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I think you know how to count to ten, right?”

“Gonna spank me?”

“I figured a girl like you would be familiar.”

He gives you one firm slap on the ass. 

“Ow!” 

“You better be quiet, don’t want anyone to see you like this.”

You bite your lip, and try not to react to the sting. He spanks you once more. It isn’t the hardest he can hit, but it does leave a red handprint. 

You muffle whatever sound your mouth wants to make - thank God - you wouldn’t want Leon to know you like this. 

“How many?” he asks. 

“Two.” “Good girl.”

He lets you off with five, not ten, because you’re behaving well “compared to how you usually behave,” he tacks on. 

You turn back around to face Leon. “Get to work,” he says, gesturing to your desk. 

“What?”

“Work. It’s that thing you hate doing.” You look awfully confused. Maybe he hit you too hard. He should’ve thought before spanking you since your head was always up your own ass. He could’ve given you a concussion. Would you qualify for workers comp?

“What? Did you think I was going to fuck you?” 

“Yeah… I mean, you tore my skirt off.”

“I did, but the thing is: you want me to fuck you,” he says like it’s a goddamn revelation, “and this is supposed to be a punishment.”

“You already gave me a punishment,” you whine. 

“No, I spanked you and you liked it.”

“No, I didn’t,” you lie - terribly. 

Leon reaches into the front of your panties, and says, “Then why are you wet? Are you always like this?”

“Well- It’s not like- you liked it too, so it’s not like I’m the only one.”

“And?”

“And,” you sigh, swallow your pride, and say, “Please?”

“Please?”

“Please, Agent Kennedy, please, please, please, fuck me,” your voice gets smaller and smaller as you speak. You give him a tiny, adorably sorry smile. 

“I think that’s the most polite thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Is that a ‘yes’?”

It’s the hope in your eyes that breaks him, really.

“Will you be good?”

“Yes, sir, absolutely.”

He gives you a pre-sex interrogation: “you’ll be quiet?” “you won’t tell your dad?” “you’ll be more respectful in the future?” “you’ll show up on time?”

Every response from you is a confident, ‘yes, sir’, though you’re aroused to the point where he could ask you to sign your life away to him and you’d agree.  

“And you’ll actually get your work done today if I do this for you?”

“I will work for the rest of my goddamn life, sir.”

The sincerity in your voice makes him laugh. “Turn around.”

You’re worried he’s going to spank you again, but you’re lucky. He decides to fuck you. Not because you want it, but because he wants it. He’s wanted it since the day he saw your face for the first time. He almost made a move on you, but luckily, your dad saved him from that horrifyingly embarrassing mistake, “This is my daughter,” he introduced you. Jesus Christ, your wife must be hot as hell, he thought. 

He fills you in a single thrust and you thank him. Verbally, aloud. He can get used to this kind of behavior. It’s not like he needs you to do work - he begins to reason with himself - he’s been doing it by himself the entire time you’ve worked here, and lying to your father, saying it was you. He’ll probably get even more done if he has some motivation - in the form of your cunt, preferably. 

He’d never admit it, but Leon jerks off on average once every other day, and almost every time for the past year, you were on his mind. He tries to think about other women, but they just don’t do it for him. That was before he felt your inner walls squeezing his dick with every thrust. He’s already anticipating his night ahead - a hot date with a few too many glasses of whiskey, followed by the typical routine of fucking his fist to the thought of you. 

Leon keeps a tight grip on your hips while he slams into you at a merciless pace. Hopefully the walls of your shared office are thick enough to cover the sounds of skin slapping against skin, amplified by the soaking wet shlick sound that accompanies every thrust. 

“I didn’t expect you to be this tight,” Leon says, amidst heavy breathing. 

Your response comes in the form of a muffled moan. You clamp down around him, and he takes note. 

“Wasn’t supposed to be a compliment, honey. I’ll tell you in a way you can understand: I expected a slut like you to be a little looser.”

Slut. A four letter word. Leon enunciates each one. A moan escapes you, an affirmation. 

Leon grabs your panties, which are conveniently placed on the desk, he balls them up and shoves them in your mouth. Whatever you say - or tried to say - is muffled. 

“What’s the matter? You already ruined them.” He speeds up until the desk starts to squeak with each movement. “I think I actually like you, now that you’ve shut up.”

All of a sudden, he pulls out completely, but before you can complain, he flips you around and has you lie on your back. He sighs and gives you a look of genuine disappointment when you knock over a container of pens by accident. 

He slides into you without warning. The feeling makes your eyes roll back. 

“You look even stupider than usual.”

Leon removes your panties from your mouth when he notices that you’re approaching your orgasm. He leans his face down to your level and says, “If you want me to let you cum, you better beg for it.”

Tears prick at your waterline and there’s drool dripping from your lips when you speak. “Please,” you cry. Even though he’s stopped moving entirely, he can feel you spasming around him - you’re trying so hard to hold back, waiting for his approval. Your mouth is open, but you’re at a loss for words. 

“I know you’re trying your best.” For once, there’s an ounce of care in his voice. “Cum for me, baby.”

You sob when it hits you. Leon goes back to fucking you, albeit slowly. Your legs shake and back arches off the desk. He kisses you to cover up your moans. You only realize he’s kissing you when you come down from your high. On impulse, you pull him in and kiss him harder. He pulls away and it’s the most embarrassing split second of your life. The greatest rejection you could ever experience. Leon briefly sees sadness flash across your face and he would calm you if he weren’t so focused on cumming on you, rather than in you. 

He dips his head and his hair falls over his face as he finishes himself off with his hand. Relatively quiet compared to you. Only a low groan and a mumbled swear. You, on the other hand, would’ve been loud enough for your father, who was in a meeting four doors down, to hear. 

He whispers into your ear, “Good work today.” He kisses you on the cheek - short, but sweet. You don’t get a kiss on the lips until the next day - before he fucks you on his desk for the second time. 

[5point1--blog]

Huddled in one of the many train cars of the Astral Express, Silver Wolf (or rather, a holographic projection of herself) had picked an empty car with plush seats, and most importantly, the conductor was nowhere to be seen. To her, it was a surprise the most technologically advanced thing on the Express itself would be the Data Bank, and there wasn't a dedicated PC cafe car, but she could also realize her own depiction of an ideal home base was probably different than the average person's. Thus, she scooted over beside her companion for the night and pulled up her aether editor from her wristband, cloning her usual holographic gaming display (without all the extras, of course) for Acheron, also making sure to summon a standard keyboard and mouse. In front of them both were two flat surfaces - the keyboard hovering a few centimeters above the booth table, and the desktop screen tilted at an angle more comfortable for viewing. Both were translucent and glowing brightly, as if invisible LED's were illuminating the screen for them.

How she managed to rope this "stranger" (they likely knew more about each other than they were willing to let on, even though this was their first meeting) into playing Fortnite with her was a happy accident, but not one she would dwell on, especially when she was technically an intruder on the Express. Out of pure boredom, she would have even taken that deranged Knight of Beauty as her gaming buddy for the evening, but running into a Raiden Mei was more exciting than that. She wondered how this one would respond to something trivial like a virtual battle royale FPS shooter.

"You can change all the keybindings if you want, but I would probably recommend you stick to WASD since that's what most PC games default to." The Stellaron Hunter reaches over to gingerly grab the quote-unquote "Galaxy Ranger's" left hand, lightly pinching her fingers to position her ring, middle, and index finger over the ASD keys, then positioning the other's right hand on the mouse. Her voice was slightly distorted by the fact her physical body wasn't actually present on the express (or was it?). "You swivel your POV around by moving the mouse, see? I set up a bot lobby for us to get used to things, so all these other people you see are actually AI. Their aim is pretty horrible but they do like to pick fights, so just be aware."

With the groan of relief of someone who hadn't just been sitting down (read: the groan of a seasoned gamer), Silver Wolf settled back onto her side of the booth,  cracking her knuckles before pulling up a similar lighted display on her side of the table, only hers had two monitor screens - one for the actual game, and a second one meant for her to input codes in real time to manipulate the lobby into being as easy as possible for a newcomer. Not that she needed to do this for her own sake, no - Silver Wolf undoubtedly was ranked Unreal for Battle Royale, to nobody's surprise, and she only ever played a few games with each new season to familiarize herself with the new map and weapons. Every gamer knew that co-op gaming was always more fun than playing solo, however, so there wasn't a chance she'd be bored out of her mind while teaching someone else the ropes.

The timer at the top indicating the battle bus was about to drop began to count down on their screens, Silver Wolf peeking around and across from her to make sure Acheron was sufficiently getting used to the controls. "So, what's happening now is us and all the other 'players' are boarding a bus that flies over the island, and we're going to have to skydive down onto the island, pick up some weapons and defensive materials, and just survive 'til the end. It shouldn't be hard; like I said, these are all bots, you know. You can use your mouse to ping anywhere and I'll drop there with you then I'll keep explaining once we're on the floor. Oh, and if you want to thank the bus driver, press B. It doesn't give you anything, though, it's just a nice fake gesture."

acheron's infinity blade erased goldenhour

astral express — @octoboltflash

[mercurialvixen]

Also Ellana now has two children in my canon. One spirit born, one conventionally born.

[stardustedknuckles]

I love to look at all the completely wild shit monks are able to do in the higher levels because it just highlights the contrast between general depictions of monks and one Beauregard Lionett. She no longer requires food and water. And?? That’s just inviting an eternal mode of hangry. She also can’t be poisoned, so when Yasha neglects to take the venom sacs out of the fresh spider she whipped up it’s all fine.

Beau can astrally project basically at will since she just has to meditate to get her ki points back. For an HOUR she can put her essence pretty much anywhere on any plane once she figures out the pools. But it’ll take a while for her to give a shit about another plane because we all know she is going to be preoccupied first and foremost with hauling her ass straight to Yasha whenever she gets bored of paperwork. Or catching a breather on Fjord’s ship, or spoiling Luc, or any number things that matter to her. That astral body is solid, by the way. It takes damage, it feels...make of that what you will.

(I would pay money to see the first time she figures out she can astral project. like please imagine Beau daydreaming so hard about being with Yasha during a boring stretch of work downtime that she’s just suddenly there. Comedy fucking gold.)

Because all of this is what makes her Beau now, the way she's grown into a prioritization of herself, and there’s nothing about the path she walks as a monk that asks her to detract from that discovery. Being a monk aids her in this journey, which is incredible given the way monks tend to be viewed - above the need for earthly pleasures, higher self, all of that. And she is perfectly willing to embody that role in the name of the people she loves and the organization she serves, but at the end of the day Beau is someone who has learned mastery over herself and that explicitly requires knowing what keeps her balanced and at her best. And for her that specifically includes the purposeful indulgence in the pleasures this life has to offer. She’s spent too long without it not to know exactly how important those earthly tethers are. Good food, good friends, unfettered and free in every sense.

Caduceus once said there's a lot of free will involved in destiny. It turns out that there's also a lot of freedom in walking a dedicated path. Choice is everything to Beau. How perfect that working on herself is what opens up those choices and her world by extension.

[astradrifting]

how come dany and the starks are going to be enemies when there’s no mention of a wolf “ enemy “ in every dany’s dreams or quaithe’s prophecies 😂😂 it’s true when they say sansa fans don’t read the books

Oh my god.

I can't believe this.

My first anon hate!

Thank you, dearest. This is so exciting! I've finally made it as a Sansa fan! What was it that pushed you over the edge? Was it me saying that she's going to burn Winterfell? Or that Arya might be the one to kill her? Or that Jon will be her treason for love? There's quite a few, I wouldn't know which to pick! And many more to come, I promise that!

Now I've just gotta get hate about Jonsa. Got anything on that front for me? Come on, don't be shy!

Anyway, yeah, I guess you're right, there's no mention of wolves in her oh so important dreams. And like she screamed in s2 of GoT, in a way that did not at all make thousands of people instantly label her as insufferable, her dreams come true.

Look at her, sleeping so sweetly. I wonder what she's dreaming about?

And Quaithe's prophecies are obviously the only possible source regarding her enemies. That astral projection/hallucination in ADWD listed out every single source of conflict Dany will ever face in her life.

Yeah, Dany's going to just absolutely love the Starks.

The sack of King's Landing by the ones Viserys called the Usurper's dogs, the lords Lannister and Stark.

(AGOT, Daenerys I)

x

And with him stood the great lords her brother had named the Usurper's dogs, cold-eyed Eddard Stark with his frozen heart, and the golden Lannisters, father and son, so rich, so powerful, so treacherous.

(ACOK, Daenerys II)

x

"Ned Stark a traitor?" Ser Jorah snorted. "Not bloody likely. The Long Summer will come again before that one would besmirch his precious honor."

"What honor could he have?" Dany said. "He was a traitor to his true king, as were these Lannisters." It pleased her to hear that the Usurper's dogs were fighting amongst themselves, though she was unsurprised.

(ACOK, Daenerys II)

x

"Your Grace," said Jorah Mormont, "I saw King's Landing after the Sack. Babes were butchered that day as well, and old men, and children at play. More women were raped than you can count. There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. The scent of blood is all it takes to wake him. Yet I have never heard of these Unsullied raping, nor putting a city to the sword, nor even plundering, save at the express command of those who lead them. Brick they may be, as you say, but if you buy them henceforth the only dogs they'll kill are those you want dead. And you do have some dogs you want dead, as I recall."

The Usurper's dogs. "Yes."

(ASOS, Daenerys II)

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"A house of women now. Bitter old women with a taste for blood. Women do not forget. Women do not forgive."

No, Dany thought, and the Usurper's dogs will learn that, when I return to Westeros.

(ADWD, Daenerys I)

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“Stark was a traitor who met a traitor’s end.”

“Your Grace,” said Selmy, “Eddard Stark played a part in your father’s fall, but he bore you no ill will. When the eunuch Varys told us that you were with child, Robert wanted you killed, but Lord Stark spoke against it. Rather than countenance the murder of children, he told Robert to find himself another Hand.”

“Have you forgotten Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon?”

“Never. That was Lannister work, Your Grace.”

"Lannister or Stark, what difference? Viserys used to call them the Usurper's dogs. If a child is set upon by a pack of hounds, does it matter which one tears out his throat? All the dogs are just as guilty..."

(ADWD, Daenerys II)

I’ve put these quotes here, in bold multicolour, for no reason.

Do you think Sansa will braid Dany's hair in a Northern style for her wedding to Jon? You know, as her handmaiden?

Alright, to stop being facetious for a moment (though it is so, so hard), I do wonder why people are so insistent that everybody in the series absolutely has to be friends and get along. There’s so many POVs, so many different characters with distinct personalities and experiences. How would it be more interesting for everyone to be instant friends than for people to clash, for their histories to have weight? The Starks and the Targaryens fought against each other not even two decades ago. All the original combatants are dead, but, as we can see in the many quotes above, their children grew up hearing stories of how they were wronged. Dany scorns the Starks as the Usurper’s dogs. The Starks have heard about how their grandfather and uncle were unjustly killed by the Mad King, how their aunt was stolen away by the Dragon Prince and died far from home. They’re already biased against each other.

And maybe this could be a story about moving past the sins of the father, except Dany is literally coming to Westeros to conquer. That’s never been in debate, she views herself in the same vein as Aegon the Conqueror. He wanted all Seven Kingdoms and so does she. The living Starks’ beloved brother just fought a war for independence from the Iron Throne, a war nearly all the Northern lords wanted. Northern independence wasn’t just a cute little side plot before Dany’s triumphant return to unite the Kingdoms, it’s going to be a major issue moving forward. Dany’s most likely going to arrive after the Starks have come back into power in the North, and no one is going to be happily handing over the kingdom they just bled for without a fight. I didn’t need Quaithe to tell me that.

[crimefightingspiderguy]

My final thoughts on WandaVision (so it goes without saying if you haven’t finished it, don’t look past Vision)

What I liked:

• I loved the sitcom concept, super cool. And finding out why she hung onto sitcoms for comfort was just *chefs kiss* pay off wise.

• I loved how it started out as a slow build up (but I do think it would’ve worked better to have longer episodes to make things fit better and not feel as rushed towards the end)

• I loved Darcy, Monica and Jimmy’s trio. They were so fantastic together and the actors all did great.

• On the note of Monica, IM SO EXCITED TO HAVE A WOMAN OF COLOR SUPERHERO (especially since she’ll eventually be a main character not just a “sidekick”) 🥳

• I LOVED Pietro/Fietro/Ralph/Uncle P (whoever the hell he actually was). I obviously have some dislikes about the last episode, but we’ll get to that later. I loved how fun Evan Peters was. He really did a fantastic job even though no one knew what was going on with his character, he ate that shit up and left no crumbs.

• Wanda and Visions love story is so much better now that we got to build up to it rather than us just jumping into it (how I felt in Infinity War)

• SCARLET WITCH BOUT TO MAKE ME ACT UP. HOLY JIMMINE CRICKETS WAS SHE LOOKING GORGEOUS AND POWERFUL IN THAT LAST EPISODE

• Billy and Tommy are some of the sweetest children I think I’ve ever seen in a movie/show world and I love them with all my heart and soul and I really hope they do return.

• ITS BEEN AGATHA ALL ALONG 💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻

• “what is grief if not love persevering”

• “we’ve said goodbye before so it stands to reason... we’ll say hello again” IM CRYING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.

• Wanda tucked in Billy and Tommy so they’d be asleep before they were sucked away with the hex 😭😭😭

• “thank you for choosing me to be your mom” 😭

• That second end credit scene with Scarlet Witch astral projecting was so trippy (I love it) and the boys calling to her broke my dang heart.

• overall the special effects looked really cool

• omg Elizabeth Olsen breaking her back to create the hex was 10/10 she’s so dedicated to the motions/physical acting of it all. Also all her crying scenes, it all felt very real and it really made me sob whenever she was hurting.

Things I didn’t like:

• Episode length. I understand they wanted it to go with the length of a normal sitcom, but it doesn’t work when you’re flashing back and forth between the sitcom and the real world. The time got messy towards the end and things felt rushed like the Vision vs. White Vision battle was just boring because it had no climatic energy to it.

• Too many loose ends/wasn’t clear enough. By that I mean, who was Jimmy’s missing person that led to him learning about the hex? (I’m hoping it was Evan Peters’ character, but more on that later). What happened to White Vision? Does Wanda have Agatha’s power now or did she just make it so she couldn’t use them?

• Ralph Bohner? Really Disney/Marvel? Really? You’re telling me you got Evan fricking Peters just so you could stunt cast and fuck with the audience and end it with a dick joke? Not cool.

• Why no Darcy in the last episode other than 2 seconds :(

• Hayward... Thats it. I just really hate him.

• some of the script/lines were a little questionable... like idk a lot of Agatha’s lines once she was revealed as the villain just were lack luster after her amazing intro and they were sort of tacky.

• I didn’t like how they hyped up certain things just for them to not really be significant (like Monica saying she knew a space engineer who could get her in and it was all mysterious, then not even ending up needing the truck they built or the character not really having much of a “wow” show up)

• I’m back to the Evan Peters thing. Why would they hype up his character’s mystery identity for him to just be a random dude named Ralph Bohner??? That’s such terrible writing (obviously I’m not an expert writer, but I actually did internship at a magazine where I had to read submitted stories and judge them and see if they were worthy of publication. And my minor in college was writing. So I do know a little about story telling, and something is off about the way they did this.). It’s either the fact that it’s just plain bad writing, or it’s a misdirect. I want to believe that Marvel knows how much people would enjoy EP in this show and would eventually expect more from him in the MCU. Now obviously, this is Wanda’s show and she decides what makes it on and what doesn’t, so maybe Ralph is the missing person Jimmy was looking for, but Wanda doesn’t know that, nor would she want it on her show. Maybe he really is Quicksilver but they put him in the Witness Protection Program when he came over from another universe? Or maybe he really is just a nobody who Agatha lived with because his house was conveniently close to Wanda’s. Or maybe he is someone of significance because who just has a random headshot lying around with their proof of ownership of their house and other paperwork and then laughs at their name Bohner even though if they’d had that name their whole life they’d be sick of the dick jokes?? Maybe they left it vague enough so they could gauge audience reaction to EP, if it was good they could come back to it in a mutants movie/show (or maybe even Doctor Strange 2 or Spider-Man 3) or if it was bad, just leave it at he’s a random person who already lived in Westview. Idk all I know is if they don’t end up bringing him back I’m definitely gonna be significantly less interested in any morphing of the XMen and mutants into the MCU.

Lastly, I just wanna say the actors and actresses all did fantastic (especially Elizabeth Olsen and Paul Bettany). They all play such complex roles this time around and it really showed how passionate they were about this project. I loved them all so much and they truly brought this show to life (yes it has flaws, but it was their first attempt at a MCU timeline show, and the actors did what they could with what they were given so none of my criticism go towards them). I really enjoyed this overall (and I’m genuinely sad to see it ending) and I’m looking forward to seeing Wanda being a bad mamma-jamma in Doctor Strange 2.

[akirameta84]

Saiki K. - A list of Never-Adapted Chapters

As stated, a list and brief kinda long summery of the chapters never adapted into the anime. Only a few have good reasons aside from time though. (Also a list of reasons for anime only viewers to give the manga a read *cough*)

Warning: I spoil every single one of these chapters. So if you’re lazy and only want to read the non adapted chapters, go ahead and just read the chapter number/name, and avoid the summery. You will be missing a HUGE amount of unadapted scenes if you don’t read the whole manga though, which are present in nearly every chapter, adapted or not. They were likely cut for time like a lot of the chapters, but many add depth and important character development, and actually explain certain dynamics between characters present that were glossed over in the anime.

Reblogs appreciated...this took me so long qwq

Under the cut for sheer length

Chapter 0.1 “Telepathy”: A chapter mainly detailing info about Saiki’s telepathic abilities, and the plot revolves around him stopping his class from believing Nendo stole everybody's wallets.

Chapter 0.2 “Telekinesis”:  A chapter mainly detailing info about Saiki’s telekinetic abilities, and the plot revolves around Nendo “saving” him from being bullied, and him realizing that Nendo actually isn’t a delinquent, and is a good friend. Interestingly, Saiki is able to hear Nendo’s thoughts during this chapter, in which he is internally telling Saiki to run away while he takes the attack from the bullies.

Chapter 0.4 “Precognition”:  A chapter mainly detailing info about Saiki’s precognitive abilities (are you noticing a theme among the volume zero chapters?), and the plot revolves around him receiving a precognition about Nendo’s supposed funeral. Saiki follows Nendo around all day as they hang out in preparation of his date, and it’s (obviously) revealed the girl did it as a dare. Saiki uses his teleportation to apport a bowling ball Nendo had bought with the girl’s phone, and sends a message telling Nendo that she was simply busy and had to miss the date. The two go to Nendo’s house and it’s revealed the memorial was for Nendo’s already deceased dad, not him.

Chapter 0.5 “Teleportation”: A chapter mainly detailing info about Saiki’s ability to teleport/apport, and the plot revolves around Chouno attempting a magic show with a new assistant, after firing Ike-san (still homeless at the time) for making mistakes. His assistant, however, is purposely sabotaging him. Part way through, Ike-san shows up and thinks about how he should’ve been a better assistant, and his makeover is revealed. Near the end of the show a trick is attempted to where Chouno’s assistant is meant to teleport out of a box, but of course she does nothing. It is noticed that her and Ike-san have swapped places, due to Saiki apporting the two of them, and Chouno and Ike-san reunite.

Chapter 0.6 “Clairvoyance”:  A chapter mainly detailing info about Saiki’s clairvoyant abilities, and the plot revolves around Kaido accidently spotting Saiki teleporting from a distance, and trying to find out who it was. Unfortunately, the drawing he is using to ask around for the “Trickster” looks nothing like Saiki. At the end of the chapter, Saiki appears before Kaido with the face of his crude drawing, and teleports out, to appease him. (Interesting tidbit about this chapter is that the mysterious stranger from the birthday arc appears in the class while Saiki uses his clairvoyance to watch Kaido. He also appears in the background of chapter 41 (the telepathy silencer movie chapter), but not in the anime equivalent.) 

Chapter 0.7 “Astral Projection”:  A chapter mainly detailing info about Saiki’s ability to astral project, and the plot revolves around Saiki using telekinesis to deflect a stray baseball from hitting him, but it instead hits Nendo, subsequently knocking him out right before he was due to play in a baseball game. Thus, Saiki uses astral projection to take over Nendo’s body and play in the baseball game for him.

Chapter 8 “ Fighting for a RePSIval!”: Saiki and Nendo end up stopping a failing musician from jumping off a roof due to his enormous debt. Nendo gets the idea to help the man gain money by selling the CDS of his music he had ordered in bulk, which were the result of the debt, due to them not selling. He performs live in the park, and Saiki accidently uses his telepathy to project the song to everyone in the are, causing them to believe it became stuck in their heads due to how good it was. 

Chapter 00 “Special One-Shot: The DiPSIster of Psychic Saiki Kusuo”: This chapter falls in-between 8 and 9. It is a collection of oneshots set in a slightly different universe (likely a pilot or a very early storyline) in which it details information over several of Saiki’s powers, much like Volume 0.

Chapter 32 “ExPSIbition! Jump Festa”: Saiki goes out to Jump Festa to purchase merchandise due to an errand from his mom. There he meets Kaido, and the whole chapter’s gag is subtle advertisement for Jump Festa. The pair run into a crying child, who had lost his mom. He smartly refuses to go with Kaido to a help desk due to stranger danger, but Kaido comes back in his cosplay and since the kid vaguely recognizes him after he “proves” he really is that character (with Saiki’s help), the kid is returned to his mom.

Chapter 73 “PubliPSIzing the Popularity Contest Results!“: Saiki ends up in an alternate universe to where people’s popularity is shifted. (The chapter is based on the popularity poll that was held, hence that being the joke). Saiki is the most popular in this world, and he is bombarded with people until he hides away in the bathroom and transforms into Kuriko. This allows the original world’s Saiki to return, and he briefly explains why the world is this way, before sending Saiki, as Kuriko, back.

Chapter 88 “Press Play! A "Making Of" PSItory”: Saiki finishes watching a movie, and he remarks about how he loved it due to the quality of the acting and would like to visit the place it was filmed. Shortly after, he teleports to the location while returning the movie. He then decides to use his psychometry to see how the movie was filmed, and slowly it is revealed that the actors themselves were quite bad, especially the child star who Saiki believed to be a very good actor. The reason the movie was so good is revealed to be because the scenes in the movie were filmed as a supposed to be “behind the scenes”, and those were put in place instead of the actual filmed scenes.

Chapter 95 “The PSInnacle of the Golden Age of Heroes! A Fun Party Game”: Kaidou, Nendo, and Kuboyasu visit Saiki’s house the same day the game “J-Stars Victory Vs” was supposed to be arriving for him. A package arrives at the door, but instead of J-Stars, it is “C-Heroes Vale Tudo Battle”, a ripoff game by Saiki’s dad’s manga company. Kaido, Nendo, and Kuboyasu are all enamored by the game and reveal that they love Cognac, the magazine the game is for, and they all play the game. At the end of the chapter, the actual wanted game arrives, and the trio are just as excited and want to play that instead.

Chapter 102 “The Achromatic InviPSIble Boy”: (My personal favorite chapter) Saiki turns himself invisible to avoid running into his friends on the way to school, and winds up inside an empty storage room in order to wait for his invisibility to wear off. Unfortunately, a group of girls decided to use this room to change due to the peeping tom that’s been rumored around the campus. He hides by gripping onto the ceiling and waiting for them to leave, but when his invisibility is about to wear off the girls have still not left. After some time spent dodging and hiding, the door is opened by Saiki, revealing the actual peeping tom. The girls chase after him and Saiki uses the opportunity to escape.

Chapter 118 “The DiPSIster of the Rental Video Store”: Saiki, due to being bored, decides to go to a rental movie store to rent a movie to watch. Unfortunately, the current cashier is one that Saiki doesn’t favor very much, because she is high on his list for potential spoilers, but he remarks that at least the manager, a man who has seen nearly every movie, isn’t there. But (lmao), the manager switches positions with the cashier shortly after. Saiki then runs into Takahashi, who is purchasing pornography. In exchange for not telling the school about this, Saiki asks Takahashi to check out his movies for him. Takahashi gets caught like the dumbass he is and the plan is ruined.

Chapter 133 “An ExPSIlent Wife and Mother!? Mom's Class Reunion”: Saiki starts the chapter off by explaining how his mother is scatterbrained, and showing examples of it. Kurumi than remarks that she is going to her class reunion, which is being held in the city near her this year instead of way out in the country, meaning she can attend. When she arrives she starts getting reintroduced to her classmates who she hasn’t seen in 20 years, and talking about how different they are. Only one of the attendees, however, is actually from her class, and he reveals that the whole event is a plan to get closer to Kurumi, in order to use her for her eldest son’s wealth. Saiki, who had come to watch after having a bad feeling about the event, follows him into the bathroom and threatens him to stay away from his mom. Before he can finish, Kurumi accidently stumbles into the men’s bathroom, and her former classmate claims that her youngest son had attacked him unprovoked. Kurumi attacks the man, claiming her son would never do such a thing.

Chapter 134 “Kaidou and Kuboyasu's PSIpicions”: (The BEST Chapter) Kaidou and Kuboyasu are talking near their lockers about how neither of them got any chocolate for valentines day, and the conversation strays off to talking about Hairo. The two remark that they never see him talking to or dating girls, despite his popularity, and joke that he must be gay. The two are later found following Hairo, and bring up incidents that add to their growing suspicion. They soon find Hairo talking to Nendo, and begging the latter to join his club, stating that it has to be him. The conversation is normal, but Kaidou and Kuboyasu keep mistaking parts of it as being dirty. They watch Nendo and Hairo have a sumo match, and confront him after it, stating that it’s fine if he his gay, they were just curious. Hairo laughs it off and says he isn’t, but after another risque seeming scene (including an omake where Hairo and Nendo remark about keeping their relationship secret and how Hairo is willing to come out for him 🤔 ) the duo agree to stop thinking about it.

Chapter 165 “Train DiPSIster”: Saiki decides to take the train to a coffee shop 30 minutes away from his house instead of teleporting, claiming coffee jelly tastes much more satisfying if there is effort put into travelling there...though he does plan to teleport home. He explains how annoying train rides are for him, due to his telepathy, and how if someone playing music loudly is annoying for you, how much worse it is to listen everyone complain about said music. Over the course of the trip, Saiki begins to get anxious due to the crowds and his telepathy, and is relieved when several people get off. Unfortunately, he receives a precognition about the train stopping, and ends up saving a man from jumping in front of the train. Saiki winds up teleporting to the coffee shop. 

Chapters 176 & 177 “PSIolving the Biggest Riddle!”: Saiki shrinks himself to retrieve his mother’s wedding band that had fallen down a drain, and when he jumps down, he remarks that the sink had become essentially 80 meters tall due to his height. He lays down in his bed afterwards, deciding to take a nap while he returns to normal size. When he wakes up however, he is much taller than normal. Due to the fact his body keeps growing, to avoid destroying the house anymore, Saiki teleports away to an island to hide, but he realizes that he teleported to an island closer to land due to his height throwing off his teleport. He hides under the water to avoid being caught, but ends up having to teleport away to avoid being seen. He accidently ends up on land, and nearby is a tribe of people, who are speaking a strange language. Before they approach him, Saiki ducks into his shirt, remarking that he feels embarrassed and is at a loss. He ends up floating and crashes to the ground once he reaches a certain height. It eventually clicks and he returns home, normal size. He had realized that his growing and shrinking powers were the same, but growing happened slowly, and shrinking happened quickly, hence why he would return to normal size slowly. The cause of this issue? The off comment he made about the sink “Becoming 80 meters tall.”

Chapter 201 “A Miraculous InvenPSIon”: Saiki notices his dad using a tablet and asks him what it his, to which Kunihara explains. Once he remembers he has work, Kunihara runs off, but not before offering his old tablet to Saiki, saying he can use it to read books and buy things. A little while later, Saiki is amazed by the tablet. He remarks about the shopping sites he an use to buy not only physical copies of books on, but digital ones as well. He keeps thinking about how amazing the online shopping sites and recommendations are, meanwhile he performs basically the same exact thing to his mom, when she requests he go out and buy groceries, as he instantly apports them for her, and also added foil because he had a precognition about her running out. While searching for appliances, he stumbles on the coffee jelly maker he owns, and finds out it has shitty reviews, but everyone recommends a newer model. He looks for the cheapest price of it, and finds an ad claiming to sell it for 100 yen. However, he falls for the trick of a ridiculous shipping fee, and his father laughs and remarks how just like his mother, he got scammed. Angry, Saiki teleports to the factory and threatens them into giving him the model for 100 yen, claiming that he doesn’t have to pay the shipping fee if he picks it up himself.

Chapter 229 “No Need for Bath Salts! Taking a Dip in the PSIcret Hot Spring”: Saiki decides to take a visit to a secluded hot springs in the mountains to relax himself, but unfortunately two strangers decided to hike there at the very same time. He cannot just teleport or walk away, since he didn’t bring his clothes with him, having teleported there to begin with. To make them leave, he decides to heat the hot spring up, so that the two men get overheated and decic to leave. One of the men, however, decides to try and stay in the water that is slowly gaining heat, in order to outlast Saiki. The man eventually gets out and faints, and to avoid having to help them, Saiki feigns having fainted from the heat as well, causing the two men to leave on their own.

Chapter 243 ″Welcome to PSIberspace”: Saiki’s dad has a new VR headset, and while he has to leave for work he offers it to Saiki to play with. Saiki is enamored by the horror game his dad was playing, being that it’s able to surprise him. The jump scares, however, cause him to accidently use his telekinesis, which is actually blowing stuff up at his dad’s workplace, instead of his house. 

Chapter 245 “Trending on a Streaming PSIte”: Kaidou, Nendo, Kuboyasu, and Saiki are all hanging out, and Kaidou mentions he has a camera and wants to become a youtuber (Yotubo-er is what it’s called). At a café, the group suggests video ideas, such as Teruhashi. In order to prevent this plan, however, Saiki uses telekinesis to stab french fries into their eyes when Teruhashi ends up walking by the café. On the walk home, however, Saiki receives a premonition  about all the video ideas they suggested becoming popular, including one of him using his abilities on the french fries. He obtains the camera from Kaidou and deletes the footage, which had been recording due to the camera being on the entire time.

Chapter 255 “APSIsting In Mediating A Long-Term Marriage!”: Saiki and his parents go to visit his grandparent’s, only to learn the pair is fighting, and his grandmother would like a divorce. The start of the entire fight is revealed to be because Kumagoro left the toilet seat up, and Kumi explains how she’s had to put the seat down for 40 years. The reason she was so adamant to divorce as well was because Kuusuke had pushed her to it. Kumi gets ready to leave the house, especially after Kumagoro purposely leaves the lid up one last time. Saiki stops her and tells her to put down the lid one more time, only for the words ‘I’m Sorry’ to be written on it. The fight is resolved.

Chapter 264 “Please Go Watch the Live ActPSIon Movie!”: A manga Saiki reads is getting a live action movie, and he is particularly upset about it. His dad happens to be the editor for the manga, and takes him to the filming set to change his mind. (By the way, this is the best chapter for showcasing Kunihara’s shittiness as a father. He physically attacks his son several times. Missing, of course, but he still actively attacks him. Kunihara is a horrible person, let alone father.) Saiki views the set and is perturbed by the actor choices, specifically Makoto as the lead character. He is even more upset to learn that the movie features an original character (like a badly written wattpad fanfiction), and that the end of the movie even features the death of the main character, and Kunihara explains that it differs from the manga greatly. He explains to his son that the changes make the movie better, and Saiki ends up agreeing after he winds up viewing the actual live-action movie.

[ktheist]

muses. brother’s best friend / housemate / touchy!yoongi

min yoongi was everything you hated in a man. clingy, sleeps too much and sloth-y. if anyone had eyes, they’d know that you’re a clingy hug away from committing murder on campus.

“hey, pumpkin,” a dead weight snakes around your shoulders and a hand wraps around your wrist, directing the fry you’re about to pop into your mouth to his mouth.

“what the-” venom drips off your words.

“babe, i missed you!” jennie whines, wounding her arm around min yoongi’s friend, who happens to be her boyfriend.

in fact, your world going down a wayward spiral started with jennie’s secretive ‘i’m texting a boy, he’s kinda cute!’ to a full out ‘i’m dating kim taehyung!’ a month later. and with that, came the grueling begging of her trying to get you to agree to go to dinner as a ‘her friends meets his friends’ kind of thing.

you thought to put up with it once but for some reason, after a few hang outs too many, min yoongi has come to calling you a ridiculous nickname and putting his hands on you whenever he sees you.

“they’re so in love, aren’t they?” the boy next to you snickers while his free hand snakes down to your thigh.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

the whine that slips out of his mouth doesn’t bring you satisfaction even if you’re the one who opt for pinching his hand with all your might.

he looks at you, eyes looking like the midnight lake, sparkling with moonlight, “my hand slipped. did you have to pinch me that hard?”

“oh hey, lisa,” hoseok greets your blonde haired, doll-like friend, “we’re having a match with xxx university, you wanna join?”

at the mention of the long standing rival of your uni, lisa’s delicate features break into that of an angel of death, “the fuck? they have the nerve to fuck with us? that-”

“oh wow, she’s fired up, isn’t she?” yoongi chuckles, his breath fanning your cheek.

you still your hand from coming up to fan your face. why is it hot all of a sudden?

“yeah, her ex-best friend goes there and they’ve been competing against each other in dance ever since,” you say plainly, not realizing it’d spark a different kind of fire.

a loud smack echoes in the air as you look at the hand on the table and up at the owner of said hands, “we were never friends! let alone best friends!”

“o-oh yeah, my bad, you and your non-best friend’s been trying to take each other down since you both left high school,” you lean backwards to widen the distance between her hand and your face but consequentially, you end up leaning into min yoongi who gladly welcomes you into his arms, locking his hands together over your chest and trapping you in a hug.

“so, you guys gonna practice before the match?” yoongi’s ask is what makes her snap her head at the man happily munching on her meal after she had her attention averted to a certain non-best friend.

“hobi, we’re gonna practice till our limbs feel like falling off,” and with that, she drags the man away, his whines and begging to finish the (her) food falling on deaf ears.

for the briefest moment, things seem to have calmed down. that is, until you turn your head to the smiley boy clinging onto you like a koala.

“what? i saved you from lisa’s wrath.” he states, as if sensing your own wrath coming to surface if he doesn’t-

“get off me,” you order, glaring daggers at the boy.

“make me,” he smirks, the gummy smile now gone and for some reason, your heart’s beating too fast than your body can handle.

“seriously, what’s wrong with you? jimin’s right there, why can’t you go and cling onto him? at least he’s your friend. i barely even know you,” you sigh, feeling his arms loosening around you yet your chest is the one clenching as he drops his gaze.

“___, you’re breaking my heart,” he bumps his head to yours, those dark brown eyes glinting with a sort of deviousness that you know will do you no good if you hang around him any longer, “especially when we’ve kn-”

“my class is starting in ten.”

he doesn’t stop you when you stand up, his arms slipping away from your body like withered vines on stone wall.

that’s the last you see of min yoongi. well, until you’re walking out of the ecology club, fist smacking against that sore spot on your shoulder as you trail behind your club mates. the meeting about the outdoor event to raise awareness on carbon print ended a little later than you thought it would and by the end of it, everyone’s like a walking corpse.

“i thought you’d never come out,” a voice husks from behind you as your body freezes and your heart jumps to your throat.

“what the fuck, min yoongi?” you glare at the gummy smiley boy who doesn’t seem to bear an ounce of guilt for causing your soul to astral project into oblivion.

“did i scare you?” he chuckles, “don’t worry, johnny won’t get you as long as i’m here.”

“johnny?” you feel your eyebrows coming together in annoyance rather than confusion.

“you know, the ghost that’s living in the ecology club room,” he raises his eyebrows twice as if insinuating something.

you scoff.

“oh yoongi, you’re been waiting for ___?” jisoo waves from a few steps ahead, “you guys going back together?”

“no- wait-” you’re about to run after your friends when an arm wraps around your waist and pulls you to a warm body.

“yeah, drive safe guys!” the boy waves, smiling that stupid smile until the car’s out of sight.

placing one hand on his chest, you push him away from you until you’re at least three feet apart, “seriously, why’d you have to wait for me? i could’ve gone home on my own.”

“what do you mean why? because i wanted to see you sooner,” he grins, arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his chin on top of your head.

“w-what the hell,” you fumble with your words, turning away as your cheeks flare up with warmth, “let’s just go,” you say, holding onto yoongi’s pinky finger and dragging him with you.

you get home before 10 o’clock despite yoongi’s whining to take the longer route home along the river.

“oh, you’re back? whew, i was worried there for a sec,” seokjin’s voice rings throughout the house as he greets you from his room, “but i shouldn’t be since yoongi’s with you. it’s lucky you guys got into the same uni.”

“i could’ve gone home with my friends,” you say almost sulkily, glaring at the boy who’s walking towards his own room as if he’s ready to black out as soon as his head hits the pillow.

“yoongi, you’re not gonna have dinner?” seokjin asks.

“nah, i’ll sleep first.” and with that, the door of the room across from your brother’s clicks shut.

“he really needs to get his sleep schedule fixed,” the older man shakes his head whilst you place the plate of fried rice seokjin made into the microwave.

“let him be, he’s a grown man, he can take care of himself. you cooking for him is more than-” you can’t even finish your sentence when seokjin’s fast padded footsteps crosses the hallway and to the kitchen. hands shaking your body more than an earthquake could.

 “___, do you... do you really see yoongi as a man? are you guys dating?!” seokjin’s concerned gaze bores into yours, offering you no escape unless you answer him.

“no? i mean, he’s grown - we all grew up, seokjin, we’re in uni,” you say in a matter of factly. every once in awhile, seokjin gets a wake up call that-

“oh thank god,” he envelops you into a bear hug, “i thought my baby sister was interested in my best friend.”

well, guess that wake up call just got pushed back.

you suppose you get where seokjin’s coming from. just three little kids with mismatched ages growing up together in the same neighborhood. you climb trees together, scrape your knees falling off the swings and treat each other to health.

but it was seokjin who introduced you to yoongi. back then, whoever knew whoever first, got the first friend privilege. it was just some dumb rules the kids from the neighborhood came up with. and everyone wanted to be friends with min yoongi who had the chubbiest cheeks and the cutest smile. but seokjin always prided himself to be yoongi’s best friends and the latter never denied it. in a way, the two of them had a sort of bond that nobody could touch, let alone break.

something like brothers for life kind of thing.

because of that, min yoongi had always been your brother’s best friend. 

“___, you’re not asleep yet?” a voice rings from behind you where the hallway to your bedrooms lie.

“i’ve got some club stuff to settle,” you say, not away from your laptop as you sit on the spot between the couch and coffee table. an energy drink a few inches away.

“you’re always so busy,” tresses of soft hair tickles your cheek as a head leans on your shoulder, the warmth of another body making you all warm inside.

you sigh, a smile playing on your lips. at times like this, when min yoongi’s barely awake - there’s no way you can push him away, is there?

“you’re the one that has too much free time on your hand,” you say, shaking your head.

the sound of the tapping keyboard fills the otherwise silent room. you thought he’d fallen asleep with his head on your shoulder.

“...you...” he murmurs under his breath, “...i like you.”

your cheeks heat up, body instinctively recoiling from the body that’s leaned up against you as if - as if you’re just realizing that min yoongi is, in every sense of nature, a man.

a shirtless man, at that.

it wasn’t unusual to see him and your brother walking around shirtless since there’s not much to see. but you’ve always known yoongi’s not half bad, he’s got some underlying abs from those days of playing basketball in high school and he’s in the basketball team in uni.

so why are you getting all embarrassed seeing a shirtless min yoongi stare up at you like he’s waiting for you to say something that will make him or break him - now?

x

note. a little skit from my fried brain. hope yall enjoyed!

[sometipsygnostalgic]

adventure time wizard city liveblog

 well here we go

my last adventure time liveblog, i havent actually done one of these in MANY years... probably not since 2014

this takes place at the same time as obsidian?

DID-- DID CHOOSE GOOSE JUST DIE

DID BUFO JUST KILL CHOOSE GOOSE

yeah i know that’s bufo, they only made it enormously obvious, tsk tsk

@spaceacepearl​ joked about us seeing choose goose get sent to hell but i diDNT EXPECT IT TO HAPPEN

This music is i assume by one of the many musical artists Adam Muto listed on twitter, it rocks. It’s not as hardcore as Obsidian’s intro, but it’s suitably chill for the scene. 

“get offa my bus kid”

Those wizards in the left and far right groups appear to be new! 

OH MY GOD--

HELP?????? NEW PROFILE PIC TIME

HAHAHAHAH

THE MUSICAL CON DID ME GOOD, I DID REALLY LOUD AUDIBLE LAUGHTER

i bet hanna and co had fun making these signs

my favourite is the cat with “FAMILIARS HAVE RIGHTS”

cadorka..... wow

We’re not even four minutes into the ep and peppermint butler has already killed someone in front of a large group of witnesses

“this smells of DARK MAGIC” “yall kids know thats illegal right” peps watches the other kids nod before later joining in, LOL

i cant believe pep started the great gum wars and got killed by golb

SOMEONE has been playing Overwatch... 

i-- i still cant believe choose goose is fucking dead

how long was he stuck in hell for, or was that recent to together again after new death showed up 

i have to admit im not a big fan of spader, too perfect, and not in that funny way either. i hope they give him some characteristics that make him stand out. 

im getting flashbacks to OK KO and Owl House here...

Cadebra using music is a reference to Abracadaniel’s love of interpretetive dance in Play Date. 

“they only laugh because youre different” “i know” “SO STOP BEING DIFFERENT” oh my god it’s like talking to my own parents cadebra is actually... a LOT like me, less in her hyperactivity but more in her nonchalant enthusiasm and almost acceptance of the inevitable bullying because it means more time in people’s consciousness

ahhh - it’s quietly revealed here that she is responsible and a skilled magician, she is just bored of magic! i like that she parents abracadaniel instead of being downtrodden by his ramblings. 

PEP NO--- oh i see the problem, he hasn’t got his Bug Milk... sorry Martin Olsen fans, no Hunson today. At least we get one more Phil Face for the road! 

candy people in their natural habitat

Ahhh that’s Doctor Calidoneus! The voice actor was at the recent Distant Lands panel alongside Pep and Blaine’s actors. 

“pretty sure hes just trashcandy” - i like you, sassy antler lady

the mystery of how he gets clothes

and once again spader is proving to be the most irritating distant lands character of the lot, there is no subversion here. where is the subversion?  

NANI

what is going on here? are pep and peppermint the same person or not? im sure they must be, but there is something going on here with peppermint butler’s soul being trapped in the body of his child self who hasn’t got the same memories. 

OH, HYNDEN WALCH DID A NEW LINE yes this is what im here for, special over 

peppermint butler cursed himself... of course he did - Shado was correct!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

ROCK STUDENT, BLESSED ROCK STUDENT, WAS THAT POOR GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE A JAWBREAKER

love the reference to astral plane, of course pep cant astrally project because cursed pep is still inside of him 

wow, blaine, wow

they have a crush

LITTLE DUDE! COLE SANCHEZ!

i love the dynamic between cadebra and abracadaniel, imo so far it’s the heart of the special. im not really gripped by peppermint butler’s school troubles. i imagine someone else probably will be but i want to run past that shit as far as possible. 

TRDGFYGHJH

WE

WE MADE  A PREDICTION THAT WAS JUST LIKE THIS

PEPPERMINT BUTLER GETTING TURNED INTO THE FOUR COMPONENTS OF PEPPER MINT BUTT LURE WAS IN THE WIZARD CITY PREDICTIONS ART DRAW THAT HASNT BEEN POSTED YET

ILL SHOW YOU WHEN NICK POSTS THE VIDEO and then ill tell you who made the prediction because i... think it was nick himself, insanity 

who plagiarized finn’s signature???

turns out pep really DID take over wizard city!!!!

i love this band

i understand your pain peps

you probably have a bit too much in common with your mother, and i imagine it isn’t easy being turned into a kid and not being able to do stuff that came so easy. you’re disappointing yourself! (he’s literally disappointing himself)

I’m less than halfway through the special, what the fuck. I wasn’t wrong when I said Wizard City had a lot on its plate. It’s noit that I’ve been particularly gripped up to this point, though to be fair I didn’t pause at all during the other specials barring Obsidian. 

that... that poor kid is still a rock

and then the preview happened and bufo casually revealed to the audience that, yes, he killed choose goose

i dont know whats happening with pep but it seems he needs to be exorcised of... pep. which is a shame. i hope they learn to coexist. 

i have to say the background work in this special is really good! like, really damn good. 

WH

WHAT

DID SPADER JUST DIE

IS THIS WHY PEOPLE THINK PEPBUT KILLED HIM 

oh thats right - abracadaniel is cadebra’s uncle! this must be abracadniels sister. sorry, folks, he doesn’t fuck. 

Where are they? Is this anywhere near Wizard City? It’s an unpopulated prewar wasteland. 

THESE ARE JUST HUMANS

OF COURSE SHE WANTS TO PERFORM TO MILQUETOAST HUMANS

my child

is this an art style choice or did they get the people from that one studio to make this

HANNA FINALLY GETS TO FULFIL HER DREAM OF INSERTING KANEDA INTO ADVENTURE TIME

the red jacket he wears and his head pill shape is a big kaneda reference actually, which i suppose makes sense considering he’s a rival to our protagonist, but it’s a bit on the nose

bufo killed one of his own students? but why????

“MY UNCLE’S A COP”

“no one likes a rat”

i actually really like blaine, though im confused. did their VA change halfway through the special?

HOW NATURAL, NO WASTE, IT IS AN ENDLESS CHAIN

did doctor caledonius steal the trophy,,,? 

EVIL SNAIL EVIL SNAIL

MONMSTER HUNJTER DISCOVERY NOISE, this time it’s a tetsucabra

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I HAVE QUESTIONS

god i wish this is what this special was about, i miss adventure time

these remind me of the comics with their art style :) i wonder who designed them? the one on the right with pb and pep, in particular, very comics-y. 

fdgfhgf because he’s like 500

“pep can be kind of a jerk but he wouldn’t kill anyone”

sorry, cadebra, i have news for you

is doctor calednoius the true villain? if bufo’s out of the picture, she MUST be, 

ANTS

oh no, he might gbe stuck in wizard city :( 

HELP

the writing on the wall...

SPADER LITERALLY FUCKING DIED OH YM JESUS CHRIST

PEPPERMINT BUTLER’S OWN CULT????

THIS IS JUST OK KO NOW

okay im not surprised all the teachers at wizard city are cultists in worship of peps, maybe they killed spader and bufo because they bullied peps T_T

wait no, they thought spader had the potential, but sadly not

HE FUCKING KILLED HIMSELF

sorry, i was distracted by the pretty dope fight sequence and now the special is over????

fucking jesse, hes probably at least partly responsible for the cult nonsense

This credits art is by Maya Petersen!!!! Holy shit it’s adorable!

LRETGFDRGTFGMHGFHFG

LEAF MAN

DO YOU THINK THEY PUT HIM IN RETROSPECTIVELY

DO YOU THINK MAYA PETERSEN DREW THIS AND ADAM PUT IT IN THE EP RETROSPECTIVELY

HE LIVES

MAYBE THIS IS WHY CHOOSE GOOSE WENT TO HELL

okay, it’s over :) 

first thoughts out of the way: not a big fan of this special. it’s like watching a completely different show. it’s not got the PZSHAHH of the normal wizard city stuff and there weren’t a lot of funny jokes or even hearty moments in the thing. 

it suffers from a lack of invested character interactions, much like BMO did. there was not a single main cast member in the whole thing! and like i said before, much of peppermint butler’s character in the show is based on his very sweet relationship to his mother, princess bubblegum, so when they showed a single (hilarious) photo of them together it made me sad we didn’t get any scenes with them together. it would have STOLEN this episode. and they teased the hunson golf photo, and death!!! and jake appeared in a photo T_T last jake appearance. 

it also suffers because Peppermint Butler is clearly not himself, imo he was way more entertaining in the Together Again special, where we seem him back to his “normal” self. 

i dont think peps being a dark wizard was something to “kill off” exactly. i wonder what was going on there? was that actually peps, or was that a spirit he cursed himself with based on himself? we at least know in the future he does become a dark wizard again, and even princess :) this special didn’t answer those questions but lol. 

THE GOOD STUFF, because yes, there was a lot of good stuff! 

God, I’m with Aracle and Maya on this - I LOVE Cadebra and her relationship to Pep. I wish she was even in more of this - I would love to watch the adventures of Cadebra and Pepbut in their first year of school, like in the end credits.

That, imo, is where the heart of the special lay - Peppermint Butler’s attempts to impress himself, versus Cadebra’s self acceptance and desire to follow her dreams of being a goofy goober, no matter what other people thought of her. 

It turned out that Cadebra is a responsible student and family member. I really liked that. Her scenes with Abracadaniel were, somehow, my favourite in the entire special! 

I like that theres a lot of cool magic towards the end of this special, and a lot of HORRIFYING DEATH. It wouldn’t be adventure time if you didn’t randomly kill off child characters. Poor Spader, I hated you but damn, what a grim fate. 

I like that Bufo and Caledonius had this crush/hatred thing going on, but they were part of the same cult in the end. 

I didn’t like the giant peps scene at the end, the monster was extremely milquetoast compared to the madness we usually get in AT. Obsidian, for example, had the awesome Larvo design. Nemesis had some INSANE dark magic!!!!  I wish they drew more from that episode. 

Considering how much Steve Little appears in this special, I do feel bad for Mace (little Peps). He said he would have really benefitted from coaching, but recieved none. He had to re-record his lines 3 times! Judging from his description of events, Wizard City was a hard time for him. 

The wizard school did remind me, heavily, of both The Owl House and OK KO. Personally I was hoping AT would offer me something more insane, but I do love both of those shows, and I know Wizard City was on a really tight schedule. 

I think they should have spent less time on the school bullying plot, and skipped straight to MURDER. 

We did have a cold opening, not on par with Together Again’s at all, but damn!

I am wondering where I would put this in the watch list? I do think it should sit after Obsidian as the third special. The intro scene makes it clear this takes place at the same time as Obsidian!!!

Well, that was it, the last ep of AT for the next few years at least T_T

i think together again was the better finale, definitely. but wizard city feels pretty detached from AT for me, despite the familiar characters it tonally isn’t like the show other than the awesome brutal death scenes. I thought the last 11 minutes was easily the best in the special! Which, honestly, is how it should be, though I do wish it gripped me more. Maybe I’m just not the target audience for Wizard City? It feels like something I would find very compelling if I was a bit younger! 

[lilyofthesword-writes]

Kokkuri-san (Loki Oneshot)

Summary: You are on your way back to the Tower when you sense a strange energy emanating from it. Loki is there to help.

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader (established relationship)

Word Count: 1,718

Warnings/Disclaimers: Opens with description of being unable to breathe.

A/N: I tried to provide enough information for this to be a stand alone, but it does still act like a follow-up to Sorceress. And if you would like more information on the game Kokkuri-san, I highly recommend checking out the podcasts Kowabana and Toshiden both created by Tara A. Devlin at Kowabana.net. Just a heads up, this is NOT sponsored by anyone. I just enjoy listening to scary stories, and this became one of my favorites.

Masterlist

Molasses had seeped past your skull, compressing your brain uncomfortably. Or at least that’s what it felt like. A wavering darkness flowed around you as if you were underwater. Your lungs were sluggish to take in air, and it was getting worse. The longer you were forced to endure this pressure, the harder it was for you to focus, to breathe.

-up...

A voice muddled through the inky blackness.

Wa- up...

It sounded so familiar...

Wake up...

Nat, maybe? Were you asleep?

WAKE UP!

Your eyes shot open, unwillingly taking in the light of the Quinjet. The air you sucked in felt like gravel in your throat. Nat’s steely grip on your shoulders were beginning to ground you in reality.

“Wha- What happened?” Your throat burned as you spoke.

“Some kind of dream.” Her concerned eyes bored into you as you tried to blink yourself to full consciousness. “You were breathing heavily before you just stopped altogether. You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you half lied. You didn’t feel nearly as bad in the dream but it still felt like sludge was creeping across your mind. Whatever energy you were getting close to was some kind of nasty. “How far are we from the Tower?”

Nat released you from her hold. “About an hour out.”

The pressure on your head was only growing worse the closer you all got.

“Okay...” you sucked in a deep breath.

Sitting in the seat across from you, Nat eyed you wearily. “You sure you’re good?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, pulling out your phone. “Just going to break one of Fury’s rules. Something is going on at the Tower.”

An eyebrow shot up her forehead. “One of those sixth sense things, again?”

“You could say that...”

You pulled up Loki in the messenger app. You could astral project yourself to talk with him, but that could be more dangerous with whatever energy was infecting the Tower.

You: Hey. We’re almost back. What’s going on there?

Loki: Good evening to you as well, Darling. You can feel the energy from where you are?

You: Yes, it’s very... Palpable. ☹️

Loki: Well, we could use the extra help. It seems that the Ant-Man’s daughter played some spirit summoning game before joining him here for the summer.

You: And it followed her... Great... Is she at least okay?

Loki: She is unharmed. More spooked than anything.

You: Good, good. Did she mention any specifics? Like which game?

Loki: She did, yes. Although, she is unsure if she remembers it correctly. I believe she said it was Kakariko.

You: That can’t be right... That’s a village from a video game series.

Loki: So I learned recently with the Spiderling’s assistance.

You: Did she mention anything else?

Loki: She spoke of strange symbols as well as numbers being written in rows on a piece of paper. A coin was used as a conduit to pick each symbol.

You huffed and smacked your head in realization.

Kokkuri-san

Similar to a Ouija board in nature, missing or mucking up a step could be dangerous. Summoning spirits really should not be a game, something you concluded after cleaning up several messes on campus caused by the students who believed themselves master magicians despite their lack of experience. You couldn’t blame them too much for wanting to try since you had played a variety of those games in traveling with your family as a child. In Japan, Kokkuri-san was all the rage in schools.

Bumping your head on the back of the seat impatiently, you checked the time on your phone for the millionth time. You were about twenty minutes away now. Estimating the physical distance, you debated on just teleporting to the Tower instead of waiting in agony during the small amount of time.

Your phone pinged with a new message.

Loki: How are you faring?

You: Better than before. Energy barrier helps. How’re things there?

Loki: I have Lang and Cassie in her room with protection. The spirit cannot reach her there. However, it is lurking about. Stark is none too pleased.

You: He’s not blaming you, is he?

Loki: He tried. It did not last long.

You: Good. We should be there shortly.

Loki: I’ll be waiting, Dove.

Placing the phone in your pocket, you huffed.

“You know,” Nat chimed in, “We should be pretty close now. Just go already.”

Contemplating a moment, you answered, “I don’t know... I’ve only practiced long distance teleportation a few times.”

“And you were successful. Count this as extra practice. Now get out of here.” The harsh sound of her words was mitigated by an encouraging smile.

With a nod, you took a deep breath and teleported to the landing pad. You were about a foot away from the floor when you reappeared. Loki was already there to catch you. The god knew you too well.

“I dare say you might be getting the hang of this.” He held you close like he was making up for lost time.

You reached up and cupped his face to pull him in for a kiss. “Only because I have a very patient teacher.”

“I have missed this,” he breathed, his lips brushing against yours. “But I believe there is a young girl waiting for our help.”

Aside from Stark’s ranting about how ghosts weren’t real, setting up the library went off without a fuss. Between the salt, candles, charms, your spells and Loki’s seiðr, there was no way this could go wrong.

After confirming with Cassie that she had indeed played Kokkuri-san with a new friend who had recently moved to the States from Japan, you had coaxed the whole story out of Cassie. At their slumber party, they had started to play and were spooked by a sudden power outage and strange noises, causing them to let go of the coin used to slide over each symbol. With their connection to the conduit broken before properly closing the game, the kami/spirit latched onto Cassie and followed her here. The best bet was to re-summon the kami in a more secure environment and properly close the game. Luckily for all of you, she had kept the 10 yen coin her friend accidentally left behind, something you needed for all this to work.

You were quadruple checking the last set of charms when Loki snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your hair. “Everything ready, my little sorceress?”

“As ready as it will ever be,” you huffed before turning on your heel to face him. “This always makes me a bit nervous.”

He pulled back to look at you while he spoke. “Everything will go according to plan. Besides, you have me here. Nothing could possibly go wrong,” he chuckled, a teasing grin painted his face.

“What an ego,” you exclaimed and lightly smacked his chest. You couldn’t help your own smile. “Just go get Scott and Cassie so we can get this over with.”

“As you wish,” he relented, teleporting away after stealing a kiss to leave you flustered. It was certainly one way to lighten the mood.

The summoning had gone well enough. Both you and Loki knew for sure just by the feel of the energy the right kami had come. It was getting it to leave that was the problem.

“Kokkuri-san, please return.”

The coin slid to いいえ/iie no matter how many times you all reset it to the middle of the board.

No.

While you and Loki both grew in frustration, Scott was busy keeping Cassie calm. As level headed and clever this girl could be, the repetition was getting to her. Loki decided another tactic was in order. A few unintelligible words under his breath that you barely heard and the kami was visible on the table.

A tall kitsune clad in white and red robes hissed and glared at Loki, but made no move to attack. It knew it had no chance with all the preparations you two had done. Its four tails flicked in annoyance and its white, almost silvery ears pressed back. You held back a sigh of relief. This kitsune was not as strong as it could be, having not lived long enough to acquire its maximum nine tails and its full power.

“What is it you desire, Spirit?” Loki spoke loud and unwavering.

“Same as Mischief God. Fun,” it growled through its broken English. Despite the ability to hear it now, none of you dared remove your fingers from the coin.

“Well, you certainly have had your fill. Now begone! Return to your realm,” he challenged.

The kitsune’s tails waved wildly as it contemplated its next move. Its eyes flitted to Cassie, softening almost apologetically as it gazed upon her. Similar to its Western Fae counterparts, it did not fully understand that its version of fun was not the same as it was for mortals.

“分かりました。/Wakarimashita,” it huffed, bowing as it turned its attention back to you and Loki.

Understood.

You felt the coin move again. This time it was to the top left of the paper to hover over はい/hai. Yes.

It then promptly glided to the torii gates drawn in the top center. The kitsune vanished from the table, the energy it left behind dissipating rather quickly. You all said, “Thank you,” in unison before pulling away from the coin.

“So... Is that it?” Scott asked with a mixture of confusion and the need to ensure his daughter was safe.

“Not quite,” you mused while picking up the paper.

“What do we do?” Cassie chirped.

Your raven-haired god looked to you curiously. You didn’t tell him about the next part.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you grinned, “The next two parts are easy.”

Picking up the paper, you began tearing it. You counted as you went until you hit forty-eight.

You held up the coin for all to see. “Now. Part two is going to be more interesting.”

“Do tell,” Loki purred.

“We have to spend this within three days.” Your grin slipped into a more mischievous smirk.

Cassie’s eyes sparkled with hope. “So does that mean...”

“Uh-huh. It’s time for a vacation. Who wants to go to Japan?”

[mst3kproject]

The Astral Factor

This movie has a great deal to offer the MSTie. It was written by Arthur C. Pierce, who did the same job on The Human Duplicators, and it can boast the presences of Leslie Parrish of The Giant Spider Invasion, Frank Ashmore of Parts: the Clonus Horror, and Rayford Barnes from Mitchell.  The premise is ludicrous but presented with a perfectly straight face, and the whole thing just oozes 70’s-ness.

Roger Sands is a man of many talents, the most important of which for our purposes is his ability to become invisible in a shower of disco sparkles.  This allows him to escape from prison, argue with his mother’s ghost (who apparently throws bangin’ parties in the afterlife) and go on a killing spree. The cops know who they’re hunting because he’s left fingerprints all over the place, but they have no idea how he’s moving around unseen.  Fortunately, the prison psychologist knows some psychics who might be able to help them out… but will they be in time to save the various celebrities Sands is stalking, women who remind him of his own neglectful mother?

The main impression one gets from The Astral Factor is that it’s a parade of clichés.  The first victim is killed in a bubble bath.  Chuck the detective gets dragged out of bed to come investigate the case, which makes his girlfriend pout because she was hoping for sex. The killer is obsessed with his mother. Dogs and birds can sense Sands’ presence when he’s invisible.  Chuck’s girlfriend is a terrible cook.  That sort of thing.  None of this needs to kill a movie, of course… clichés become clichés because they work.

Much worse for the movie is that it isn’t very interested in its characters.  Sands’ backstory is that his mother was a movie star who thought it would ruin her career if it came out that she’d been briefly married and pregnant at the age of seventeen.  She therefore distanced herself from him, leaving him feeling unwanted and invisible (insert giant blinking neon sign that says METAPHOR) until he finally got fed up and strangled her.  This isn’t a bad setup for a movie’s serial killer, but the narrative doesn’t do much with it.  Sands has a list of women he wants to murder, but we never find out what makes them good potential victims beyond simply being famous blondes.  Surely there should be some moment of recognition, some sin they’ve each committed against their own families, but apparently ‘famous and blonde’ should be enough.

Opposed to Sands is, of course, Chuck the detective. He comes across as kind of a jerk but he does seem to love his empty-headed girlfriend Candy.  I think his arc is meant to be that he starts off skeptical of the paranormal but is eventually forced to believe, but this is pretty badly mishandled – when the prison psychiatrist talks about Sands’ interest in psychic phenomena, Chuck seems bored rather than disbelieving, and when a man demonstrates telekinesis in front of him, he accepts it but looks entirely unimpressed.  He never seems to be really affected by the phenomena he encounters.  Instead of a man whose worldview is shaken to the core, Chuck appears to be merely annoyed that this is yet another thing he has to deal with.

The other possible arc Chuck has is that Candy suggests he get a job with ‘normal hours’ so that she no longer has to make coffee for his co-workers when they come to tell him about a murder in the middle of the night.  He says he’ll think about it, but there’s no follow-up.

Finally, there’s Christine, the potential victim that we’re supposed to get attached to and worry about.  She’s a spoiled trophy wife who hangs around in her mansion drinking while her husband, who lost all interest in her once she turned thirty, is out of town.  The problem with her is that she doesn’t have much by way of a personality. In one scene she’s grateful for the cops protecting her, in the next she’s telling them to piss off and let her go shopping in peace, and then suddenly she’s sobbing in her room.  Are these supposed to be mood swings?  It feels more like neither the writers nor the actress cared enough to figure out who she is.

I guess that brings us to the movie’s misogyny, which is as rich and gooey as the inside of a lava cake but does not taste like chocolate.  First of all, Sands’ problems are said to be his mother’s fault – she abandoned him, leaving him no choice but to murder women who remind him of her!  The prison psychologist specifically absolves Sands of responsibility for his own crimes.  He cannot be reformed, he cannot be helped, he must be locked up because his mother’s selfishness (more interested in her own career than in raising her son) destroyed his mind.  Never mind that there are people with neglectful or even abusive parents who don’t grow up to be serial killers.

The women Sands kills are celebrities – models, dancers, actresses, socialites – because they remind him of his fame-obsessed mother.  But as I previously mentioned, they’re not really all that like her.  We don’t see any signs of any of them having families they neglect.  The only one who even seems to have a husband is Christine and it’s him who neglects her.  Perhaps the point is supposed to be that Sands has misjudged them, but we don’t see any signs of them being better than his mother in this respect, either.  Most of them seem to have avoided children in order to focus on their careers.  Perhaps in the mind of a male writer in the 70’s, this is itself a sin.

Certainly the movie is not interested in these women as characters.  I’ve already discussed Christine, but there are others.  The first one comes home, takes a bath, and dies.  The second one is working on a painting when her dog runs off – she chases it, and she and the dog both die.  The third is the dancer at her rehearsal.  She has the creeps for no reason, does her rehearsal, and dies. The emphasis is always on their bodies: they’re sexy, then they’re dead.  The sequence with the dancer is particularly weird, with her male partner representing the devil dressed in some kind of bondage getup.

The most frustrating thing about The Astral Factor, though, is that it really doesn’t know what to do with its premise.  It keeps bringing up interesting ideas about what a psychic murderer might be able to do, and then just drops them.

The opening scene, in which Sands escapes from jail after telekinetically beating up his cellmate with furniture, seems to promise us a much more exciting movie than we get.  After escaping, Sands visits the cemetery and his heart-to-heart with ghost mom is interrupted by a security guard. Sands uses his powers to push the guy into an open grave and bury him alive!  I wanted to see more of this kind of thing, but after that Sands seems to forget he can do anything besides the ‘becoming invisible’ thing.  Later victims are either beaten or strangled, as if they were killed by some loser who doesn’t have any psychic powers.  Perhaps he has to strangle the women because that’s how he killed his mother, but he does the same thing to bodyguards and boyfriends when we know he has more creative means at his disposal.

The rest of the movie is also at odds with the title, which suggested this would be a movie in which Sands sits in jail the whole time, astral-projecting himself into his victims’ homes to strangle them. This idea is discussed, but it is in no way what happens so I’m not sure why they brought it up.  There are a couple of reasonably effective scenes, as when it’s implied that Sands is invisible inside his first victim’s apartment but we can’t be absolutely sure until he starts interacting with objects.  The bit where the dancer is strangled onstage and people don’t intervene because they think it’s part of the show… that’s another cliché but it works all right.

The Astral Factor also has no interest in how psychic powers work.  They’re shown to require great concentration for the guy demonstrating them at the institute, but Sands seems to throw things around effortlessly.  Why is that?  Where did he get these powers?  Just by reading about them?  Can anybody learn to do this or just certain people?  If the latter, what makes Sands special?

In trying to catch his invisible killer, Chuck shows very little creativity.  I can think of a bunch of ways to try to thwart an invisible man.  What about filling a room with mist or smoke?  What about scattering flour on the floor to show his footprints? What about physical tripwires? None of these are ever suggested. Nor does anybody ever come up with the idea of fighting back psychically.  If anybody can learn these powers, that could have been a cool thing for Chuck to have to do – not only come to terms with the fact that this exists, but having to figure out how to do it himself!  Or if only special people can do it, why not hire one of those psychics the scientists were working with?  If a parrot knows there’s an invisible man there, surely another psychic could figure it out!

The way they do eventually catch Sands is by having Christine speak to him as if she is his mother, which prompts him to reply, and the sound of his voice tells the cops where to aim their guns.  This works, but it’s not nearly as interesting as some of the other possibilities and does not reveal anything new about Sands himself.

Watching people get ‘strangled’ by something invisible is always fun, and The Astral Factor has a couple of really funny special effects (I especially like the cellmate pretending to be in a fight with his mattress), but mostly the movie is a disappointment.  It had potential to be way scarier and way more fun if it were willing to explore its premise a little more deeply, but all it really wants to show us is blonde women getting killed.

[puddingheads]

Sparkle || Oikawa Tooru.

In which you realise the sparkle in his eyes was never for you.

Warnings: Slight fluff to angst, implied toxic relationship

Word count: ~2.1k

Note: Yes, this is another work based on Oikawa’s canon ex-girlfriend. Sue me.

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Oikawa Tooru sparkled. It was probably what drew in all his fangirls, after all. His devotion to volleyball, the intensity in his eyes, his relaxed smile around people. It was easy to let your guard down around him—easy to be influenced by his passion. You reckon, that was probably what made you fall for him.

How you met Oikawa was a miracle, in all honesty. Fate never intended for your paths to cross, yet you found yourself walking up to him one day, fists clenched with determination.

Ever since you became a third year, your friends had developed an unfounded sense of confidence and recklessness. Thus, the practice of approaching the captain of every sports team for their number when your cheer team went to support them was born.

You had rightfully won the game of rock paper scissors, yet the others insisted on you going this time because "You're the only one who hasn't had to embarrass herself, it's only right you go this time."

Indignantly, you dragged your feet over to the team after their match.

"You're the captain, right?" You started, voice thankfully steady. "Good work today."

"Thank you," the boy smiled brightly at you. It was probably the most blinding smile you'd seen in your years of living, so much that you had to look away. Did he smile like this to everyone? "You're from the cheer team."

"Yes," was it just a lucky guess, or did he know who you were? Forcing yourself to keep your cool, you fished out your phone. The faster you got this over with, the better. "Could I have your number?"

Distantly, you saw the rest of the team snicker and nudge each other, all eyes on you. Under their watchful gazes, your cheeks couldn't help but heat up. There was a beat of silence while the boy stared at you, a flurry of surprise and bewilderment flashing in his eyes as his mouth hung slightly agape.

“It’s alright, I understand if you don’t want to,” you quickly decided that you had done enough to satisfy your friends and pocketed your phone. Feeling the embarrassment setting in, you shoved a tissue into his palm. You always kept a few stuffed in your pocket, who knew when you might need them. “Sorry for putting you in a tough spot. You might want to wipe your sweat away before you catch a cold.”

The next time you talked to the boy was at his next match, after a month of avoiding him in the halls. It wasn’t hard to spot him in a crowd, seeing how he was much taller than most people in school, and how he always had a few fangirls trailing behind him. Catching sight of him on the way to the stands, you quietly broke away from the team to hide. Your friends hadn’t stopped laughing at you about your failed attempt to get his number, and the image of his teammates watching the whole scene go down was still deeply seared into the backs of your eyelids.

“Oh! It’s you again, cheer team girl!” His voice snapped you out of your trance. Not realising how easily discoverable your ‘hiding spot’ was, you almost assumed he had followed you behind the pillar. “You’re here to support me?”

“It’s my club activity, I have to.” You grimaced. How did he manage to attract this much attention? It was as if everyone in that narrow hallway stopped to watch the both of you, as if everyone was vying for a glimpse of the stars in his eyes. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get to the stands.”

“My number,” the boy started, a little breathless, blocking your way with his much bigger frame when you tried to slip past him. Was he anxious? “You wanted my number, right?”

“Oh,” your heart started to thump, drumming loudly against your ribs like an alarm urging you to evacuate immediately. He remembered you. Of course he would, how would he forget the creepy girl who asked him for his number before knowing his name?

“Your phone?” Engulfed in your thoughts, you barely noticed his outstretched hand. “Or should I get your number instead?”

You must have astral projected with the immense embarrassment clawing at your throat, or hallucinated, or dreamt all this up. Yeah, it must be a dream. There was no way a popular guy like him would ever be interested in you, one of the many in the crowd. It was impossible that he actually wanted to know you better, when he was the star of the court while you were just a measly voice drowned out in the deafening cheers from the stands.

Yet, it was possible. Later that day, you stood in the stands with his number in your contacts and an odd pounding in your chest. As if your eyes were cameras, you intently watched the way he ruled over the court with practised ease, the way each bead of sweat on his skin told stories of the hard work he put into the sport, the way his eyes glimmered and shone and sparkled under the glaring gymnasium lights. He was enchanting, able to rob your attention off the other boys on court to hoard all for himself. You stared as he patted his teammate on the back, probably sending some words of encouragement along with that smile of his, a spell that unlocked the doors to your heart.

“Did you fall for the captain or something?” Your friend giggled next to you, nudging your side. “You’ve been staring for a while now.”

“I wasn’t staring,” you felt your cheeks burn from embarrassment, the lies in your reply ringing in your ears.

“People always talk about how he’d be a good boyfriend. I mean, just look at how dedicated he is to volleyball! Imagine him devoting so much time to you too,” your friend swooned, and at this point you were starting to wonder if she was secretly one of his fangirls.

If time travel was possible, you would have given your future self everything to warn you not to be misled by your friend’s speculation. You wished you hadn’t fallen into the trap named Oikawa Tooru before the amusement in his voice was mistaken for adoration.

Texting Oikawa before you slept became a habit that spiralled into walking home with him after practice, then to exchanging meaningful glances in the hallways and laced fingers under the table. Somewhere down the line, you’d deluded yourself that the sparkle in his eyes was exclusive to you and only you, that he only smiled this brightly because it was you.

Though, the tiny rational voice in your head had been sending warnings for a bit.

“Tooru, you’re free on Mondays, right? Let’s go watch a movie after school, it’s been so long since we went out!” You enthused, seeking out the usual smile he gave you. It was another one of the nights when you would sit and talk in the gym after his practice.

“Sorry, I need to teach the kids, remember?” Your smile immediately fell at the apologetic tilt of his brows. (What else would you expect, of course Oikawa didn't have time for you. He barely had any for himself.) The curve of his lips was the same, the gentle timbre of his voice was just like always, his fingers interlaced with yours were just as you were used to, so why did he suddenly seem so distant? “Let’s watch the movie next time.”

“Yeah, you’d rather watch your volleyball matches anyway,” the words escaped you before you even realised what you had said.

“Oh! Speaking of those, I got my hands on some recordings of college matches today…” His words quickly faded into the quiet patter of rain against the windows. When did this all start? When did you learn to tune him out when he rambled about volleyball? When did “next time” become the natural answer whenever you asked him out on a date? When did his smiles start to hurt?

“Tooru,” you cut him off, forcing his words into a harsh halt.

“Is something wrong?” He tilted his head, lips pulling into a frown. Watching the crease between his brows deepen in concern, guilt sprouted in your heart and set it ablaze. Please, don’t look at me like that, it makes me want to stay with you forever no matter how lonely it is. “Are you not feeling well?”

“It’s nothing,” no matter how much you willed yourself to smile, the painful sting in your chest contorted your features into anything but. 

“You’re crying,” Oikawa gasped, dabbing your cheeks with a tissue. At some point, he’d picked up your habit to bring tissues everywhere he went. (Not that you ever noticed, since there never was a need for him to use them till now.) “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Everything’s wrong. Nothing is alright. I just want to spend more time with you, I want to see you offcourt more often, I want you to look at me too, I want to love you. You only ever think of volleyball, it’s been ages since volleyball wasn’t our main topic of conversation, I haven’t heard about your days other than how practice went, do you love anything other than volleyball? You’re always pushing yourself, you don’t give yourself breaks, you never let yourself take it easy, do you love yourself? My heart hurts, for you and for me. Do you love me?

“You don’t try anymore, Tooru,” your words bore a cutting accusatory tone, one you swore to never use with him no matter how upset you may be. The feelings you kept locked deep in your heart now flowing out with your tears. Stop, you'll hurt him. Let him explain. “You don’t put any effort into our relationship. I’m starting to think… you don’t love me anymore.”

Silence ensued. The last drops of rain fell on the concrete outside with a silent splash. You sucked in a breath. Give him a chance.

“Do you, Tooru?”

More silence.

Your answer was given to you loud and clear, a poison poured down your throat without giving you a chance to fight back. The stars in his eyes had fallen—gathered in tears and threatening to spill—and his lower lip pulled between his teeth. You’d always thought of yourself as a reason for his ethereal glow and bright aura, yet you now found yourself to be the very cause of his gloom.

“Am I holding you back?” You managed, throat dry and voice hoarse. Say no, say no, say no. You pressed your fingers into the back of his hand, as if gripping it tighter would make him stay. Please, don't go.

“I have to pack up,” Oikawa finally spoke, pushing himself off the ground. His voice was cold, cutting, uncaring—anything but the usual warmth he treated you with. “I’m sorry, but volleyball is my priority.”

The feeling of his fingers wringing out of your death grip left you with unexplainable emptiness, like all the air was knocked out of your lungs while the blood in your chest ran cold. I see now. You were never really here from the start, you'd never truly left the court.

Yet, the usual phrases hung close to your lips, the “I’m sorry”, the “I understand”, the “It’s alright” were all lodged in your throat, unable to sound. Why was it so hard to say them, now that it really mattered?

You nodded, watching him walk to the store room without a second glance back at you. You understood, you really did, that it was natural for him to prioritise his dreams above you. You understood that he never was looking for a second love after volleyball. You finally understood that you were never the reason for his happiness.

And you started to wonder; perhaps you never should have gone against fate’s will, never should have succumbed to your friends’ insistence, never should have given him everything without him asking. Perhaps you should have been more aware, should have realised why none of his fangirls ever tried to get that close to him, should have woken up from the dream before he could snap you out of it one last time.

Because no matter what he may have told you, you were only an audience in the stands; your voice easily drowned out by the calls of his teammates, the thump of the ball against his skin and the whistles of the referee. And in the end, the sparkle in his eyes that you fell for became the very reason you fell out of love.

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