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shiveratic · 1 year ago

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HIGHWAY TO HELL: EXTRA-ORDINARY ⋆｡° ✮

NOTES: AU, UMBRELLA ACADEMY CHARACTER INSERT, FIVE LOWKEY KIDNAPS RUTH, FOLLOWS RUTH PIRECE’S PERSPECTIVE, A LITTLE FLIRTING, BANTER, FIVE HARGREEVES IS AN ASSHOLE, FAMILY BICKERING, CHANCE ENCOUNTERS, FIVE BRINGS DELORES AND RUTH ISNT THRILLED, SHE BREIFLY MEETS LUTHER, MENTIONS TOWARDS TRAUMA, THE ‘GLIDED ACADEMY’ HAS POWERS, FIVE DOESNT KNOW SHE HAS POWERS, A LITTLE SNEAK PEAK INTO RUTH’S POWER DYNAMIC AND PHYSICS, HE EXPLAINS BREIFLY ABOUT THE APOCOLYPSE, RUTH AND HIM LOOK LIKE TEENAGERS, HE IS A LIITTLE SUSPICOUS OF HER.

Ruth sighed as she took a sip of the coffee in her hand. She had a violin case in her one hand as she walked along the sidewalk. She was aware of a few people looking at her.

She was walking to violin practice. But then a figure mummbling ‘shit’ over and over again made her pause. She watched as Vanya Hargreeves walked quickly to where she was, approaching the theater.

“Vanya..?” She mummbled, furrowing her eyebrows.

It was no secret Ruth was great at the violin. That was the only reason that she got a spot in the theater. It was surprising to all the others that she had joined, looking like she was sixteen.

But she had never noticed Vanya before..had she joined before her? She would’ve thought the tired looking woman would’ve reconqized her..or maybe not? She shook her head and quickly caught up to her.

“Hey!” She manged to walk to Vanya’s pace, throwing her coffee cup in some trash can behind her.

The long haired woman flinched before turning to her. She blinked before furrowing her eyebrows.

“Oh..hey, your that girl from yesterday..right? Do you need something, I’m kind of in a hurry-!” She finally reconqized her but for something different.

“In a hurry for violin practice and choir? Me too.” She cut off the woman’s hurried statement with a knowing tone.

“You play in the chior?” She looked seriously surprised.

“Yes. I’m surprised you didn’t reconqize me.” The teenage looking girl bluntly said, tilting her head slightly.

The other woman only made a upset look. She looked almost like she wanted to apologize. The other only shook her head before walking.

“You don’t want to be later then you are, do you?” She rytheorically asked.

The long haired woman was just standing there. But she snapped out of it when the other asked her. She quickly caught up with her and they both entered the theater.

Both of them cringed when the other musicans were already playing. They both quickly walked onto stage, trying to be quiet. But eventually when Vanya took a seat behind Ruth, the music stopped.

Both of them clicked their violin cases open, an akward and uncomfortable silence formed.

Helen, what Ruth believed to be a koeran or japense woman sat in first chair. She was almost certain there was something going on inbetween Helen and the director.

She only picked up her violin and looked at the director. She narrowed her eyes as she readied herself.

“Uhm..I’m so sorry I’m late..I hadn’t noticed..” She heard Vanya nervously apologize.

She seemed to ponder over this. It seemed almost as if the woman was in her head most of the time. Like she was living disconceted from life.

“From the top.” The male only cleared his throat and flashed a strained smile.

And the music started from the beginging again.

After violin practice, Vanya had dissapeared. The girl looked around for the woman. She decided to go to the bathroom, but saw Helen and her akwardly conversing.

She decided to enter the bathroom and merly go to the mirror. She saw Helen look over at her, along with a surprised Vanya.

“Like I was saying, at a certain point, it’s not about practice.” She looked at Vanya in a almost..condescending manner.

The pink haired girl watched the two. She noticed how the shorter woman seemed to be uncomfortable.

“It’s about weither or not you’ve got something speical..and maybe you just..don’t.” Helen contuined, sharply saying that last part.

“You can put in your 10,000 hours..or you can go find something your actually passoinate about, and stop slogging away at Stravinsky like a scared thirteen year old.” Ruth felt her eye watch at the mocking words.

“Think it over-!” She was cut off by the sixteen year old girl stepping infront of Vanya and glaring at her.

“How about you think about your ragging ego complex. Get out of here, Helen. Your disgusting for thinking your better then her. Just because you sleep with the director doesn’t make you speical.” The pink haired girl hissed, insulting the woman.

Vanya’s jaw hit the ground behind her. The koeran or japense woman infront of the duo gapped. She looked around and stummbled for a response.

“You look stupid. Get out of here.” The teenager her to go away, preferably for good.

She only scoffed before fixing her hair and grabbing her violin case. She left in a rush shortly after. The tall, tired woman behind Ruth moved infront of her and furrowed her eyebrows.

“Why did you do that?” She asked, confused.

Why did she stand up for her? She didn’t understand it. She hadn’t even had a real conversation with the girl before..

“Because I can’t stand people like that.” She blinked before looking at her with a bored expression.

The thin haired woman only looked at her with an expression of disblief. But before she could say anything, Ruth simply nodded. She bended down before grabbing her violin case and walking out of the bathroom.

She started walking on the pathway back to her current academy house. But she passed the umbrella academies resting place aswell. She walked into an alleyway before slowing down her pace.

Something or someone was digging through an dumpster.

“What the fuck..?” She slowly said, blinking and furrowing her eyebrows.

“Damnit, where’s dad’s stuff?!” Klaus mummbled angirly, ciggarette hanging from his mouth as he searched around.

She paused, walking infront of the trash can. She seemed to hear the male talking to someone.

“Shut up! I’m trying to find whatever priceless crap was in that priceless box so that Pogo will get off my ass!” He whipped to a spefic corner and edge of the dumpster as he grumbled.

He didn’t seem to notice the red uniformed girl yet.

But her head snapped up to one of the windows she saw open. Her entire body tensed when she saw a familar face and hands.

The sounds of rustling and steps came out the small escape hatch. Ruth really considered running, but it seemed to be too late.

“Oh, Ruth!” And of course, Klaus was the first to spot her.

She noticed that Five was ludging something on his back. It looked rather bulky, there were probably other things in it.

“I’d ask what your up to Klaus, espically since she’s here, but then it occured to me, I don’t care.” Five looked down mainly at his brother but his eyes flicked over to the girl for a second.

The older looking male in the trash only looked up at his brother as he climbed down the escape hatch. He landed on the ground and took Ruth’s right.

“Hey, you know there were easier ways out of the house, buddy?” Klaus laughed slightly as he leaned aganist the edge of the dumpster.

“This one involvded the least amount of talking. Or so I thought.” The male in the umbrella academy uniform only replied, flashing a sarcastic smile.

“Assshole.” The pink haired female mummbled under her breath.

She went to shuffle past him, but he quickly perked up. He snatched her sleeve and dragged her back towards him. She glared at him, pissed but not saying anything.

“Hey, hey, hey..so uh..you need anymore compamy today? I know they say two’s a party and three’s a, but-!” The drug addict paused Five as he breathily asked to join the duo.

“-I could uh..clear my sheducle..?” He pondered before asking.

The brown haired male only deadpanned at his brother. His hand was still tightly clutched onto the teenage looking girl’s red buttoned up blazer.

��Looks like you’ve got your hands full.” He nodded towards the dumpster his brother was currently in.

”Oh, this? No, no, I can do this whenever!” The ladder only shook his hand before making a dissmissive sound and gesture.

“I just..misplaced something! That’s all!” Klaus turned around and searched through the trash.

Ruth cringed as the scent of trash and smoke hit her nose. He would atleast need a couple showers or baths to get that scent off of him. Both Ruth and Five blinked when he held up a disgusting powdered donut and turned towards them.

“Oh! Found it! Thank god!” He cheered before shoving the disgusting donut in his mouth.

“Thank god I don’t do drugs.” The red uniformed girl sarcastically added on, offically disgusted.

Honestly, that was disgusting. She hadn’t eaten breakfest, but her stomach still churned.

“Delicious..” He said, obviously lying.

The brown haired male only scoffed and made a face.

“I’m done funding your drug habit.” He simply said, before turning around with one hand on the strap of his large back and one on the wrist of the girl.

He started walking to what looked like a plumbing van, tugging her behind him.

“Oh come on!” She heard Klaus complain, his mouth still full with the rotten donut.

“You don’t..maybe I just want to hang out with my brother!” He yelled.

The pink haired girl noticed that Five started walking faster to the car. Maybe he was embrassed, or maybe he was annoyed.

“Not you..Mi hermano!” He adressed someone else before contuining to call out to his brother.

“Get in the van.” He said to the teenage looking girl.

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him. She opened her mouth to object but he only squeezed her wrist tighter. She scowled and snatched her arm away from him before going around to the passengers aide of the shotty van.

“I love you! Even if you can’t love yourself!” The man in the dumpster finally said, as Five got into the van and slammed the door.

When the female looked out the rearview mirror, she saw the older looking male spit out the donut. The male in the passengers seat started the van without another word. Basically kidnapping the girl and driving.

The short haired girl only deadpanned. They were parked in the van near Meritech. She looked out the window. The large bag was in the middle of the conscle.

The brown haired male only played with the glass eye in his hand. He watched as people went about they’re day. He hadn’t spotted the person he was looking for yet.

The girl finally snapped out of her disorenation when the male jolted when he relized something.

“Oh shit.” He mummbled under his breath, pocketing the eyeball.

He turned to the bag and unzipped it. The sounds on clinking made her look into the bag, and she deadpanned and raised an eyebrow when she saw a bunch of empty alchol bottles.

She gawked, although when her amber eyes landed on a fucking manequin. She blinked rapidly as she looked at the plastic figure. It was wearing a poka-dot blouse and had a roughly painted face.

“Hey. Sorry you were in there for so long, Delores.” She was even more horrifed when he started fucking talking to the manequin.

“Why the hell are you holding the manequin and looking at it like that?” She couldn’t help but make a judging face at him.

What the actual hell was wrong with this family. His brother had eaten a rotten donut, and now this guy was talking to intiamiate objects.

His green eyes glanced over for a second as he sat the manequin up on the thing inbetween them.

“This is Delores.” He simply said, like she gave a shit.

He looked back at Delores. The girl noticed that he looked at ‘Delores’ with a softer look.

“No, I’m not drunk.” He scoffed and pulled the glass out again and fiddled with it , looking back out the window.

Ruth only stuck her tongue in her cheek, eyes still looking at the manequin. God. Why was he acting like this was his girlfriend or something?

He could’ve just asked her to talk or something. Not talk to a manequin.

“I’m working.” He added on quickly afterwards.

A pause of silence greeted them and Five huffed.

“Yes..it’s about the ‘eye thing’. This is the place it was made. Or will be made.” I blinked as he answered no one.

What did he mean by it will be made? Well, the other day when she was dragged here, the doctor guy did say that it wasn’t made yet. But then how was it possible that he had it when it wasn’t even ‘made’ yet?

“We just have to wait..” He mummbled.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” The girl in the red uniform finally decided to speak up.

He turned his face to her and looked at her. His hand was still messing with the glass eyeball.

“Depends.” He simply answered.

Was that a go ahead to ask the question? Or a ‘you better watch it’?

“What did you mean the end of the world is coming in a week?” She raised her eyebrows and bluntly asked.

“It means just that.” He blurted out, not seeming fazed by how brash his response was.

She only scoffed and looked away for a second.

“Well, excuse me for being a bit of a skeptic. I’ve never bought into the raving ‘the worlds going to end’ or ‘god is coming back to earth’ bullshit.” She only sighed before sarcastically replying.

Five only raised his eyebrows as he studied her with an amused expression. Almost like he was amused that she wasn’t letting him fuck with her.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I look like a teenager? While all the rest of my siblings are growen adults?” He raised a point towards her.

“I’ll ask you that when the rest of your siblings stop acting emotionally stunned teenaagers.” She immeditally snapped, a little annoyed.

The green eyed male only scoffed before biting his lip. He seemed to be debating on telling her.

“Just tell me. Otherwise, I’m going to call you a crazy lunatic and get out of the godamn van.” Ruth was fed up with all of this.

She had been forced to ‘help’ him. But he wasn’t telling her anything!!

“Enough with the mind games and avoiding my questions..” She said, more quietly.

He still focused down at his hands and out the window on his side. Should he tell her? She was a very strange girl, that was for certain.

He knew teenagers, cursed alot. But still, her vocabulary and bitterness seemed uncalled for in a girl that looked no older then sixteen.

It was odd, to say the very least.

“The apocolypse..I don’t know how it’s caused..but I know it’s coming. I assume you reconqize me? Or at the very least, Klaus?” He slowly started off.

“Five Hargreeves.” I basically said, deadpanning.

He only smiled sarcastically before winking. Ruth felt a little nervous at the motion, but why? It was just a wink from your ‘childhood crush.’ Get over it.

“In the flesh. I have the ability to time travel-well-not well anyway. And teleport. Around sixteen years ago, i used my ability..I went too far with it.” He simply said before looking away and biting his lip.

The tan skinned female furrowed her eyebrows and flicked her eyes across his face. Why did he seem so uncomfortable?

His green eyes flicked back and forth, like he was debating telling her more. He eventually clicked his tongue before turning away and relaxing a little bit.

“Get some rest. Your stuck with me now.” He simply demanded, before looking away.

The girl looked at him in disblief. Was he serious?! He was just going to adimit knowing there was an ‘apocolypse’ coming, and then stop?!

Ruth only sighed to scowl and stare at him for a while longer, before turning away and scoffing.

The pink haired girl had been awake for awhile now. The teenage looking male however, had drifted off to sleep.

“Kick it over here!” She looked out the plumming van’s window and saw two kids playing with each other.

She assumed it was the next day, but she hadn’t checked the time or anything.

“Woah!” The kids passed by the van.

She was startled by the male in the drivers passengers seat squirming uncomfortably. Was he having a nightmare or something? Should she..wake him up?

“No..” He mummbled in sleep but it sounded a little panicked.

“No!” He yelled, making the teenage looking girl recoil.

But then she reached over and hesitated before touching his shoulder. He flinched violently and she recoiled again.

“Hey..you were having a nightmare..are you oka-!” She slowly said, maybe even looking a tiny bit concerned before being cut off before she could ask him.

“Five! Hey, Five!” A deeper male voice and a knock on her side of the window made her whip her head towards it.

Five still looked a little disorenated. He was staring at the amber eyed girl before he looked at the window. He furrowed his eyebrows but unlocked the door unthless.

“What are you..” He breathed, still kind of out of it as his brother opened the van’s door.

Ruth tensed as the large man with the overcoat opened the door. He looked at her in confusion, probably wondering who the hell she was. She was about to open her mouth but Five only grunted and nudged her shoulder.

“Move to the back.” He jutted his thumb in the direction of the back.

She looked at him like he was crazy, but he only fixed her with a look. She scowled and mummbled a harsh phrase under her breath before unbuckling and moving to the back of the van, not noticing a familar figure.

She crouched and sat down in the middle of the conscle. She hung on for dear life, though, when the van started shaking when the large man tried to enter.

“Oh my god..” He mummbled under his breath, trying to wedge himself in the passengers front seat.

She noticed the brown haired male turn his head away. She could’ve sworen she saw him snickering but trying to hold it back.

“You okay? You shouldn’t be..” The adult man finally squeezed himself in the seat before closing the door.

The amber eyed girl paused for a second. Wait..is this..number one of the umbrella academy? It would make sense, he looked like a fucking steriod wrestler. And growing up, she had heard he had the power of super strength. How fitting.

“How did you find me?” Five asked in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows and looking at his ‘older brother.’

The large man only jutted her thumbs towards the girl with pink hair. She furrowed her eyebrows before looking behind her. And there was Klaus, holding the damn manequin as he swayed with it slightly and a ciggarette in his mouth.

She felt her mouth drop open slightly. Just how long had he been back her for?!

“Hey baby..Hey! A little privacy here guys! We’re really hitting it off back here!” The male kept his eyes on the dumb manequin before relizing all three people were looking at him as he complained, manequin still in hand.

Five seemed to get irraitiated at this as he grabbed something and threw it as his brother, making the older flinch and cover himself. This dropped the girl manequin in the process.

“Get out! You can’t be here! I’m in the middle of something!” He snapped, scowling at Klaus.

Klaus only nudged next to Ruth at the middle conscle. The tan girl internally cringed as he huddled next to her, their shoulders touching.

“Any lucky finding your one-eyed man?” He quietly asked his brown-nette brother but it seemed useless as the large and tough looking blonde man shot him and Five a look.

“No.” Both Ruth and the said male whispered back, making the green eyed male look at her for a second before shaking his head.

“What’s he talkin’ about?” The large man, that the female just decided to adress as ‘number one from the umbrella academy’ for now, asked his teenage looking brother.

“Does it matter? It’s Klaus.” He scoffed before replying sarcastically.

“What do you want, Luther?” Ah, so that was the big man’s name, now she could drop the ‘number one’ thing.

“Uh..so Grace may have something to do with dad’s death..so I need you to come back to the academy, all right? It’s important.” He said, starting off slowly before demanding his brother come back to the academy.

Grace? The pink-nette had never heard that name before. Was that a maid or something?

“‘It’s important.’” Five mocked before scoffing and turning his head towards his older looking brother.

“You have no concept of what’s important.” He sneered, eyes narrowing at his brother before flicking to the girl for a second before back to him.

But she caught that. And for some strange reason, her breath seemed to shorten. But she only pressed her lips into a firm line and looked away.

“Hey-!” Klaus suddenly butted in again, pushing aganist the red themed girl next to him.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I waxed my ass with choclate pudding? It was so painful!” He asked through breathy laughter.

Ruth felt her jaw drop slightly, but then she made a throughly disgusted face at the male’s uneeded comment.

“Gross.” She finally said, judging him heavily.

“What are you still doing here?” Luther sighed out and looked at his brother, looking a little distrubed.

The only girl in van looked at the teenage looking boy. He had a slight smile on his face but shook his head.

“Ay, ay, ay..” He said, trying to hold back a laugh.

“What? I need a excuse to hang out with my family?” Klaus asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked a litttle offended at the blonde’s question.

“We’re trying to have a serious conversation.” He said in a exasperated tone, making the drug addict gasp.

This was a little akward for the girl. Because, no one was really paying attention to her. Between being stuck in this damn van with her first ‘celebirty crush’, to having Klaus talk about trying to wax his ass with choclate pudding.

“What? And I’m incapable of being serious? Is that what your saying?” The blonde bitterly asked, scooting a little further away from the middle area.

“Luther’s got a point. You should get out.” The green eyed male finally spoke up and turned his head to look at his brother.

Ruth felt a little, tiny bit bad for Klaus. But she would never say that.

“And take the girl with you.” Luther piped up and nodded towards her.

The short haired youth held back a cheer. The blonde only mummbled angirly and opened up the van’s backdoors. The girl moved to shuffle over towards the door but was stopped by a firm hold on her red blazer.

“She stays.” Five said, narrowing his eyes at her before back to Luther.

“Do I really have t-!” She started whining, throughly annoyed.

The drug addict sibling had already left the van. The doors slammed behind him and he went out of sight.

“Yes.” He cut her off before roughly letting go of her blazer, making her scowl and adjust it.

“What the hell are you up to, Five?” The man in the front passenger seat asked his brother, pressing for answers.

The more youthful looking boy only scoffed before shaking his head.

“You wouldn’t understand.” He simply said, not wanting his brother to press any further, it was annoying.

The tan girl only observed this. She knew that Five was a huge asshole. He seemed to push his family away, and use people to help him. She was a little worried with what his reaction would be if he ever found out her portal ability.

“Try me. Last I checked, I’m still the leader of this family.” ‘Number one’ boosted his ego with that comment.

“Well, last I checked, I’m twenty eight years older then you.” The ladder retorted, smiling sarcastically at his brother.

The man in the overcoat only scoffed and looked at him. He looked almost annoyed and irratied with how his brother was avoiding him. Plus, his ego probably got shot down by that blow.

“You know what your problem is?” He ryhtorically asked Five.

“Really hoping you’ll tell me.” The other replied, sarcasm dripping heavily off of his words.

The pink haired girl, who was still in the back area of the van squirmed uncomfortablly. She didn’t do well with family arguements, espically when they were happening right infront of her.

“You think your better then us. You always have. Even when we were kids.” Luther scoffed before pointing out the obvious.

Her amber eyes flicked to the boy’s figure. And he did not look pleased by his brother’s words, for lack of a better word. He looked annoyed and slightly angry.

“But the truth is that your just as messed up as the rest of us. We’re all you have. And you know it.” He finished, before looking rather proud with his words.

The girl looked a little annoyed at his words aswell. This guy was seriously annoying. Couldn’t he just get over his daddy issues and move on? If anything, he also acted like he was better because he had the ‘Number one’ title.

“I don’t think I’m better then you, Number one.” Five snapped, practically hissing out veomn of his words.

“I know I am.” He said.

The girl had to hold back a scoff. Was everyone in the infamous hargreeves family always so self-centered? They all seemed to have ego’s. Well, apart from Vanya, and she was sweet.

“I’ve done unimageimable things. Things you couldn’t even comperhend.” He looked out his side of the vans window again as he sighed.

“Right.” The older looking man in the passengers seat said skeptically.

“Just to get back here and save you all.” He breathed out.

But before either of the two could say anything, the sound of a stoors front door being pushed open violently made Ruth squint her eyes.

There, infront of her, and looking out the main window was a small store. Klaus Hargreeves came bulsting out of it, a good amount of products in his hands.

“What the fuck..” She breathed out quietly.

“Whoo!” He cheered before looking for a direction to run.

She was slightly horrifed when he started running into oncoming traffic.

“Stop! Hey, stop right now!” A police officer was chasing after him, blowing his whistle.

“Hey bitches!” The physcotic male yelled as he passed by the stolen van the teenage looking boy had probably stolen.

A look of mild amusement and exasperation was on the green eyed males face. While Luther looked totally done and unsurprised.

“You, get back here!” The police officer was still chasing after him.

Products and food were falling from Klaus’s hands as he contuined running away. He stummbled while he looked behind him, practically getting hit by a car before quickly scrammbling out of the way.

“Out of the way, asshole!” He shouted at the car before dissapering out of sight.

Luckily, since the two males in the van with Ruth were distracted, she extremely carefully unlocked the backdoor to the van. She slid it open fastly before slamming it behind her. She stummbled back slightly, feeling a sense of freedom and dizziness course through her, she hadn’t been on her actual feet for awhile after all.

“Now I’m starting to wonder if that was the smartest decision.” The boy in the school looking uniform wonderd.

Before he decided to turn his head to the back of the van. He felt his jaw drop slightly when he saw no sign of the girl he had practically kidnapped. He caught her sprinting away from the van, pretty fast, he noticed. Her red blazer flew behind her as she ran away.

“Son of a bitch..” He breathed out.

Ruth stummbled breathlessy into the previous house of the unknowen ‘Glided academy.’ She had used her portal ability when she knew she was safe and no bystanders were near her.

“Ruth! Oh my gosh!” Violet was standing in the living room, where her ‘sister’ had appeared.

A glow portal, turning and orange and amber sparks coming out of it was in the floor. It practically spat her out and she scowled before flipping it off.

“Jesus christ..” She said, before making a smooth closed fist motion with her right hand, like she was snatching something out of the air.

The portal slowly dissapered and closed, the slight sniges in the floor the only evidence of it’s existence.

“I haven’t seen your ability in use forever..” The blonde girl breathed out, eyes trained on the floor.

“And thank god for that..” She breathed before brushing past the blonde, usually invisble girl.

As she started heading towards the stairs, Violet quickly rushed after her. She tugged on her arm and blazer slightly before sighing.

“Look..I..uhm..I just wanna’ say I’m sorry..for everything and what I said yesterday.. about Celes-!” She started in a soft and uncomfortable tone.

The tan skinned girl felt her body tense up. Her hands also slightly clentched into fists.

“Don’t worry about it.” She said, through gritted teeth, forcing herself not to be rude or sarcastic.

But Violet only shook her head and contuined.

“No, seriously. I shouldn’t have broughten her up. You two were so close growing up-!”

“Leave her alone, V.” Hiraeith came from the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee and simply watching the girl with her narrowed purplish eyes.

She seemed to notice how the older looking girl, trapped in her teenage body looked uncomfortable.

“I-!” The blue eyed girl looked shocked but couldn’t say anything.

The two only wordlessy watched as Ruth brushed past them and headed upstairs, towards her room. Although, a lump formed in her throat. She only scowled and tightened her hands into her fists.

She missed her.

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btwimkindagay · 2 years ago

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About me

Thanks @littledreamling for the tag

Nickname: Usually Breezy! My first name is a place name, so some of my friends call me by other place names (but more commonly acquaintances who think they are funnier than they are 🙄)

Sign: Sagittarius sun, Taurus moon, Aquarius rising. I hope that doesn't give away all my secrets

Height: 5'7 or 170cm!

Last thing I googled: "Wilfred Owen Letter to Wife poem". It's actually called "The Letter"

Song stuck in my head: I don't have one at the moment which I'm grateful for because I have a headache which feels like someone is trying to lobotomise me through my left eye. (I've taken some painkillers so I'm just being dramatic until they kick in)

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Amount of sleep: I regularly get 9-10 hours of sleep because otherwise I feel so bad 😥 I am envious of people who need less because for me 8 hours and 4 hours feel the same 🤢

Dream job: probably also a professor, like Crow! I'd love to be able to do research on things I'm interested in (it's always gay nuns, but recently it's also polygyny within medieval Jewish communities), and chat with colleagues about theirs, and write articles, and make lots of powerpoint presentations (I love them because I can even script in my jokes), and see what the younger generation are interested in when it comes to history! However, as we have established I am a very tired person, so I'm not sure how well I would cope with the expectation of out of hours work.

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Books/movies that summarise me: I could ask my friends, or I could just insert a picture of the DSM-V here because that's what they'll all send me

Favourite song: I don't have favourite anythings to be honest, but my most played song this year (at a whopping 22 times) was Zitti e Buoni by Måneskin. Lyric-wise I'm still obsessed with Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives, specifically "I know that you mean so well, but I am not a vessel for your good intent".

Favourite instrument: I've played clarinet, recorder, guitar, and keyboard, none of which I had any talent for 😂

Aesthetic: I've been told so many things about how I dress so I'll try to keep it brief. I own an eclectic collection of dresses (probably 60+) and tend to favour colourful patterns for daily wear and single colour grecian-style drapes for formal events. I likewise own lot of colourful patterned tops (described by my friends as "pretty", "flattering", "interesting", and "like you took it from your mum's wardrobe" (she gave it to me)) which I wear with jeans. That said, I can most commonly be found in my "grandad" looks of a men's shirt open over a vest or buttoned to the bare minimum of decency, or one of my two favourite golf jumpers (one grey, one beige).

Favourite authors: I don't have favourite authors of books (though I definitely do for fanfiction), but I do want to read more Margaret Atwood because I've only read The Handmaid's Tale and that one quote from The Robber Bride that lives rent free in my head.

Random fun fact: I managed to get super glue in my mouth when I was decorating a christmas bauble with watch parts last night! Very on brand, I'm notoriously clumsy. I also only managed to super glue two of my fingers together, so that is a new record

Tagging @bidet-and-legolas @a-liittle-bit-of-both and anyone who fancies it!

#about me #tag game

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angellgguk · 3 years ago

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hi, can u write pwp 32 and 38 w seokjin 🥺

warning/s, mentions of [ public sex, dom seokjin., unprotected sex ]

pairing - [ yandere seokjin x f.reader]

11.08.2021 [ this is a mess i'm so sorry ]

prompts chosen from - [ ✓ ]

32,.“I can't let you get away with this”

38.“The tears look good on you”

<<X>>

The slam of the gas station’s bathroom door fails to startle you as you were too worried in holding your stance from your husband’s harsh jerk. Before you could topple down on the mucky floor he holds you by the upper arm and slams your front side to the wall resulting in you to cry out when the side of your head hits the wall. “What did I say about leaving home?”

Tears naturally well up in regret as you attempt to mumble an apology but he only continues to tighten his grip until you gasp out his desired answer in pain, “to not leave without you” he nods slightly, “but you did the complete opposite” he reminds you as he pushes you deeper in the wall. You catch the addictive scent of the sandalwood from his perfume when he leans down to press his mouth to your earlobes, “I can’t let you get away like this”

Seokjin’s hand latched onto your wrists as he held them behind your back while the other hand unbuckled his belt. The sound of metal echoes through the small space harmonizing with the dripping water from the faucet. You chew on your bottom lip and taste your own blood when he snakes the belt around your wrists and secures it tight behind your back.

“I’ll fuck you right here so you don’t run around searching for stupid little boys the next time” he seethes and flips your skirt up to spank the supple skin of you ass and revel in the sound of your surprised yelps multiple times until he had you drooling and pleading for him to stop in quiet whimpers, you let out a shuddered sigh when he finally stops and soothes the pain down with the same hand but it doesn’t take long for it to once again turn into hurried whimpers when he yanks you back by your waist until your back hits his chest.

He grabs your jaw and moves your head to the side for him to lean down and press his lips on the mere corner of yours, “you will take my cock like a good liittle slut won’t you?” Despite being dubious you still nod your head for his lips to tug upwards before he pushes you against the wall once again with a satisfied grin.

He flips your skirt up and holds it by your waist before hooking his thumb onto the only piece of fabric that protected your cunt from his cock. You naturally step out of it when it drops down your ankles. He smiles and picks it up,

You whine in embarrassment when he brings the crotch of your panties closer to your face for you to see the arousal that had clung on to it, “excited, aren’t you slut?” your eyes widened when he shoved your panties into your mouth the same way it had when he slammed his fat cock deep into your cunt.

Seokjin doesn’t give you time to adjust or react as he violently surged into you with each thrust, his hand moving to the front to push your top up to free your tits from your bra for him to roll a nipple in between his index and thumb.

Your back was temptingly arched into his chest as he fucked you harder, your legs wobbling and hinting that the morning was not going to be pleasant. You whine into your panties but quickly morph it into a yelp when he lets your nipple go and moves his hand below to harshly pinch the thin skin of your clit.

He chuckled into your shoulder when he felt your pussy clenching around his length “you’re going to cum?” you desperately nod and lean back into his chest and lay your head over his shoulder as he pounded into you harder with his release sauntering over his eyes.

He pulled your panties out of your mouth and pushed it in his pockets as he heeded to your moans clearly this time, “I’m going to fill you up so you know who this cunt belongs to” he growled into your ear as he slammed your up against the wall and planted a hand right next to your head and curled the other arm over your waist to stop you from toppling down from his thrusts.

“Don’t fucking cum” he orders as he lets out his loudest moan for the night when he paints your inner walls with the streaks of his cum, a ample amount of it dripping down your wobbling thighs. You peel the skin off your bottom lip as your ass jiggled when Seokjin continued to ram into you until he made sure that every bit of his release was either deep inside you or was running down your thighs, smearing your skin.

He turns you around by your arm and presses his mouth over your parted ones, claiming your moans to himself, “wanna cum” you murmur into his mouth when he pulls away but Jin only smiles and squashes your cheeks together as he puckers his mouth to spit into yours, you swallow without a word and look up at him, the tears blurring your vision “No” he simply concludes as he leans down and pecks your lips one last time before curling his arm behind your waist to pull his belt off its loops to let your wrists free, “please Jin-”

“No baby, the tears look good on you, Stay like that”

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maxwell-grant · 3 years ago

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Could Samus Aran from Metroid count as a pulp character? Her backstory of her parents getting killed and being raised by an ancient bird civilization to be their champion calls to mind Tarzan or the Phantom, her weaponry and type of adventures don't seem so out of place for a space pulp like John Carter.

I'm not as well-acquainted with Metroid as I am with other games but from what I’ve played and researched, it strikes me as very fascinating just how detailed and thought-out Metroid's lore is, for something that barely seems to show up in the games themselves, and just how much there is to Samus's character, and it frustrates me that Samus has this reputation as just a silent badass protagonist, and that Other M scared people so shitless over the thought of introspective characterization in Metroid that many fans actively want Samus to just be gender-flipped Doomguy (and even Doomguy's not just a silent badass either), and of course it goes without saying that I think Nintendo's obviously sleeping hard on the many creative possibilities of the franchise.

Then again, considering some recent announcements over their latest endeavor to actually live up to the creative possibilities of one of the few franchises they care about, maybe it's for the better that Metroid's comeback has been more low-key.

I was and still am a little hesitant to outright say "this is a pulp character" to characters like Samus, a modern and popular videogame character, I feel like the grounds to justify this statement are a little less solid than I'd like. I brought up Samus on my Pulp Hero Alignment Chart as one example of "Radical Pulp Hero Anarchy" (I should probably trademark this name at somepoint) because you can point to many pulp sci-fi elements in Metroid's worldbuilding but you'd still have to stretch a bit to outright call Samus a pulp hero.

But on the other hand, looking at it again:

Samus Aran is an intergalactic sci-fi warrior whose job is described as "bounty hunter", which is mostly for show as an excuse to have her travel through the galaxy kicking ass and taking on whatever job the plot needs her to. Her backstory consists of losing her parents and entire civilization to genocidal space pirates at the age of 3, and then being taken in and raised by an ancient civilization of Buddhist Skeksis in a distant planet, a civilization that's both tribal and mystical, as well as highly advanced technologically.

She was genetically modified with their bird monster DNA, and her upbringing in increased gravity has made her a super soldier and athlete, as she was trained by the bird tribe to become the bearer of their legacy as well as the ultimate warrior (and there a liittle bit of "white savior" in there now that I look at it, albeit very downplayed). She also had a "wise old mentor" raising her, except they all eventually died and she wound up orphaned again, later joining up with a galactic military force that she works for on occasion to help defend the galaxy but has a tenuous alliance with.

Like many pulp heroes, Samus is a shapeshifter, who cycles through many different appearences not just in continuity but also within games as she goes through varied kinds of armor. She is, in-universe, considered to be a living legend. Her existence is doubted by many, her accomplishments are absurd and legendary, she is an avenging angel as well as the terror of all evil in the universe, deemed "The Hunter" by her targets (even has the "The" prefix). On top of being a superhuman warrior, athlete, fighter, pilot and survivalist, even without the incredibly advanced suit that gives her no shortage of advanced weaponry, she is also, in true Science Hero fashion, also very extensively learned on many fields.

Biology, physics, chemistry, mechanics, electronics, engineering, xenobiology, languages, archeology. She's a particle physicist who frequently ventures into uncharted worlds to explore them, collects databases, translates ancient scriptures, and designs her own ships. Her greatest strength, besides her unshakeable willpower, also comes from powers derived from a combination of advanced sci-fi technology and meditative spirituality and philosophy, a combination that forms the bedrock of many pulp mythologies.

As a character, Samus is an introspective loner who's not exactly a loner by choice, it's just that she attracts too much danger and has lived through enough genocides as is, and nothing but her can survive the things she goes up against. One one hand, she's a big over-the-top power fantasy full of impossible feats and capabilities, and on the other she's also an extremely compassionate, tragic character trying to make the best of an incredibly fucked life with a deeply roted moral core that guides her through thick and thin. Even all her powers and reputation do not stop her from being thrust into really, really dangerous situations where's she outmatched and has to scrape a victory by the skin of her teeth, and in the end she goes to great lengths to protect the few things in the galaxy not actively trying to kill her.

It turns out that despite being a badass intergalactic bounty hunter with a gun for an arm, Samus had doubts and fears. She was skeptical of the person she was taking orders from and knew she couldn’t defeat the clone of herself that was hunting her. She wasn’t even entirely positive that she would survive the situation she had found herself in. But despite how she felt, Samus kicked every single butt she could find and lived to see another day. She looked past her insecurities, did what needed to be done, and didn’t let anything stop her - Samus is an amazing role model by Tortuga Fetus

Additionally, Samus continuously goes up against all kinds of pulp sci-fi monsters, such as lizards, parasites and giant bugs. She is driven initially by vengeance against the Space Pirates who destroyed both of her home-worlds and left her orphaned twice over, and she never stops making them pay. Her arch-enemies are, respectively, an unkillable sadist who adds Dinosaur + Dragon + Cyborg + Zombie + Mutant + Pirate, her evil super computer stepmother that's also a giant brain in a jar (a stock pulp monster) and also a giant veiny monster, and The Thing masquerading as her dark clone.

Oh, and there's also this diorama from Metroid Prime 3 that shows Samus posing King Conan-style as she's worshipped by the lizard people of a planet she just saved.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that we already HAVE a pulp fiction character who is a tall, strong, beautiful Amazonian blonde who is also a genetically-modified, super strong and super intelligent scientist warrior fighter on a warpath against aliens, The Golden Amazon, one of the first sci-fi supervillains (and certainly among the very first to be the protagonists of their series).

So with that all said it becomes very much apparent to me that not only is Metroid almost aggressively pulpy in it's lore and worldbuilding, but that Samus reads not only as a pulp hero, but a combination of maybe dozens of them. Sci-fi heroes, jungle heroes, planetary romance heroes, war heroes, wanted/outlaw heroes, Mutant Women (a strangely prevalent undercurrent that I should write more about someday), Dark Avengers, Science Adventurers, Costumed Vigilantes, Killer Vigilantes, martial arts-trained heroes, wandering knight errants like Hellboy or sword-and-sorcery and wuxia protagonists, even the Sky Pirates of German pulps along the likes of Kapitan Mors, Samus has got it all.

It's funny also that I mentioned a while ago that I thought Wario, as the videogame equivalent of "Professor Challenger moonlighting as Indiana Jones", was the Nintendo character I thought could best be turned into a pulp hero, and now I made a similar argument for Samus, because Wario and Samus were both created by the same person, Hiroji Kiyotake. Synchronicity makes for very funny coincidences. But where as I still would not argue Wario to be a pulp character, I think the argument for Samus to be called one is definitely much stronger than I had previously considered.

Describing Samus in these terms almost makes it seem like she’s this super pulp hero, this amalgam of everything weird and creative and incredible that’s going to spearhead lots of great stories over decades or even new forms or trends in storytelling to results either super popular or super critically acclaimed and definitely with the potential to do so but, well, much as we’d like to think so, it doesn’t really work that way, does it?

Sometimes you can have all the ingredients and the best cooks in the kitchen and still not get anywhere because of a wrong turn here and there.

(Art by @sarraceniarts)

Not to say that Metroid isn’t a popular or critically acclaimed franchise, far from it, but there’s a disconnect that’s always brought up when people talk about the franchise. I remember growing up thinking of Samus as being right next to Mario and Link as some Holy Trinity of Nintendo Icons, even an equivalent to DC's own Trinity, and it's definitely not an unfounded position. But now that I know better, it's rather bitterly ironic that, much like Wonder Woman in DC's Trinity, it's demonstrably clear that, regardless of the quality of the character or her stories, she does not hold anywhere near the same importance to the company and reputation that the other two dudes have, and that it's really more of a The Big Two + The Girl That's Kinda Important But We Can't Really Be Assed To Treat Like The Big Two.

That Samus is important, not just for gaming's female characters but as an icon, is beyond question, but it seems that, in absorbing and assimilating so many traits taken from so many pulp traditions and characters, Samus may have ended up inhering their long-running curse of not quite having the long-running success and prestige their vast legacies or innovative breakthroughs would seem to indicate.

Pulp heroes just can’t get a break no matter where they come from it seems.

Still, Samus’s prospects have definitely improved recently. I’m quite happy with what little I’ve seen of Metroid: Dread, I’m glad that Metroid fans have something to look forward to (that won’t get taken down by Nintendo), and despite the very, very clear gaps between what Metroid’s fanbase wants vs what the company is willing to do with the property, I’m not really worried that Metroid is ever going to go away.

Isn’t overcoming the impossible what characters like Samus and some of the others mentioned here do for a living? She’s survived worse. She is, like the best of the pulp heroes, a mutant too weird to live and too rare to die. Despite our fears, a couple of poor-selling titles or one character assassination or a company’s neglect weren’t enough to bring her down.

(Here’s hoping eventually we finally get a game about Samus getting fed up with the Galactic Federation and tearing them a new one, I cannot imagine this game not being an extremely cathartic one)

Regardless of whether or not I or you consider Samus a Pulp Hero, I definitely think Samus and Metroid should be considered invaluable reference material to anyone who wants to write pulp sci-fi, or pulp in general. We are currently living through a wake of newer, popular works inspired by some of Nintendo’s neglected franchises.

MOTHER/Earthbound has achieved a popularity far beyond what anyone could have predicted and has become the template for 21st century indie RPGs, I’m sure you guys may have heard of one of these that’s been making the rounds again recently (who could have foreseen someone who started with Earthbound ROM hacks becoming such a [BIG SHOT] in such a short span of time), and games like Pizza Tower and Antonball Deluxe picking up after Wario (who’s currently also in the middle of a renaissance himself).

We already have the newly popular genre dubbed “Metroidvania”, and one half of that name has seen more direct modern successors in the form of games like Bloodstained and Blasphemous. Metroid of course has works that are more directly inspired by it, but I have a feeling that eventually we may see a more direct successor to Metroid specifically. It’s the age old saying, “Go make your own”, except that nowadays, we actually CAN make our own Earthbounds and Wario Lands and Castlevanias, and our own Metroids (with the necessary changes to not be terminated on sight by Nintendo, of course).

I remain interested in seeing what facets of Samus will future creators or works choose to emphasize, both those within Nintendo and outside of it.

(Art by Toni Infante)

There are various ways of expressing what I wanted: “Representation” and “Equality” are both handy grown-up ways of framing it, but what it really boils down to is the simplest most complicated thing around — I wanted games to be fair. I wanted to not have to make do with the only choice on offer, or to tell myself the character I’d been lumbered with was wearing the bare minimum amount of clothing possible because 'she wanted to' and that I was prudish to question whether a leather thong was standard ninja outerwear.

I wanted Samus; a solo-flying, gun-toting, bounty hunter from the future who thought nothing of spin-jumping through lava, shooting alien space pirates in the face, and considered escaping a space station filled with dead bodies just before it explodes nothing more than an attention-grabbing opener — a prelude to the real adventure.

And that’s why Samus shocked me. Because she was fair.

Samus proved people like me could be something other than a castle’s princess, a hero’s prize, or a boy’s pin-up fantasy — people like me could stomp through the rain of an alien world, could have the life-force sucked out of us by strange organisms in hostile environments, could navigate through hidden vents, or run so fast enemies popped when we touched them and soft walls crumbled before our unstoppable might.

Samus wasn’t out there being an in-your-face “Grrl” either; she wasn’t the embodiment of the “Girl Power” movement that began making waves in the mid-'90s, and she neither wannabe’d my lover or for me to get with her friends — she just quietly was.

She was proof just existing and doing what she did best — blowing things up with missiles and fighting Ridley to the death (again) — could be enough of a reason for her to be a woman; without any excuses, explanations, or as a reluctant alternative to a “real” hero, and I took that to heart. If it was OK for Samus to be here and be her uncompromised self, then maybe it was OK for me, too. - Super Metroid Showed Me I Had The Right To Exist by Kerry Brunskill

#replies tag #pulp heroes #pulp fiction #samus #samus aran #metroid #nintendo #golden amazon #metroid prime #metroid dread

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yangingaround · 5 years ago

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one thing that annoys me is people going but team rwby are traumatizied when the same thing could be said about ozpin ozpin was a like an old war vet who had ptsd and trauma . ozpin had every right to keep secrets I am sick of people trying to paint ozpin as a bad person or manipulative because he kept some secrets which needed to be kept secret due to many betrayals and if they go out it will only help salem like the relic if info is leaked to salem it will help her. ( lionheart 1/2

“Anonymous said to yangingaround:

was his friend and he just betrayed him to salem a short time ago and he has been betrayed many times in the past so why should he immediately trust team rwby who he doesnt know as well ( and given how they reacted to salem being immortal saying it was pointless it shows ozpin was right in keeping salems immortality a secret the entire reason they kept salem a secret was to prevent the loss of morale ,feeling it was pointless etc )(not to mention yangs hypocrisy 2/2

Anonymous said to yangingaround:

I am sick of the whole oz kept secrets so we cant trust anything he says ignoring that team rwby have kept secrets and told lies many times and they like to pretend its different when its not . ozpin isnt at fault for summers death her dying on a mission is not oz’s fault . ( oz protected humanity this attempt to paint oz as a manipulator or like dumbledore or taking away peoples choices ( check itsclydebitches tumblr she made a post on that ) is bs ( and salem always blames other people ½

Anonymous said to yangingaround:

for her actions like going the deaths of the people who fought against her are somehow oz’s fault or claiming ozpin is a coward for going away after just seeing the worst moments of his life and his friends turning on him and what qrow did to him he was stressed out and needed to go back inside giving qrow what he wanted he was crying and the claim that this was cowardice is utter nonsense he needed to escape from the abuse so he left the only way he could 2/2

Anonymous said to yangingaround:

also the claim that ozpin never tried to unite humanity is complete and utter bullshit his entire plan was to unite humanity and by rwby v1 he was close to achieving that goal the closest he had ever been ( ozpin was the king of vale)

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okay, briefly coming out of semi-retirement on here because this just dropped in

this was kinda the wrong blog to send this to, because none of the mods are on Oz’s side

but let’s start from the top:

Oz had no right to keep secrets when those secrets were endangering lives (keeping the fact that the relics attract Grimm put hundreds of innocent civilians in danger for no reason because the heroes weren’t prepared), and he was purposely leading the heroes to on a pointless suicide mission rather than be straight with them that he had no plan

on top of that, he’s millennia old, so the fact that he can’t get over his thousand year old hurt feelings is literally not anyone else’s fault but his own, and he’s endangering lives over it - he’s had multiple lifetimes to get over it, and it’s made clear from Jinn’s description of things that for the most part he just moped and did nothing

second, Ozpin is manipulative, we see that in how he interacts with Pyrrha, coercing her into becoming the Fall Maiden by taking advantage of her nature and ensuring it by presenting it as an ultimatum - “become the Fall Maiden or the bad guys win” isn’t a choice, no matter how many times Qrow and Ozpin insist otherwise

it’s not just the keeping secrets thing, though that is part of it (oh, and FYI, his claim that he only keeps secrets and lies because he’s been betrayed in the past? was a lie, the first thing he did when meeting Salem again after reincarnating was lie to her, and he had far less sympathetic reasons to lie to her than she did to him - she was afraid of being judged by the one good thing her life ever had, he was lying to her because the God of Light told him she couldn’t be trusted. and we have confirmation from the writers that the gods are heavily based on Greek mythology, and those gods were assholes), he’s manipulative for far more than that

(oh and maybe Lionheart betrayed Ozpin…. because Ozpin lied about the mission… and Lionheart got scared because he couldn’t trust Ozpin… wild concept but maybe Ozpin is the mastermind behind his own destruction)

and no, Ozpin wasn’t right to keep it secret, because they still found morale after that initial despair, but here’s the thing, if they’d known from the start, shit wouldn’t have hit the fan that hard - knowing how bad things are from the start is a lot better than thinking you’re in a better position than you really are; because when that truth comes out it’s a lot further to fall

Ozpin demands trust but never reciprocates and then acts hurt when he’s inevitably betrayed over it, that’s his fault, no one elses

and funny you should mention Yang’s ‘hypocrisy’ because that’s a brilliant sticking point that would have entirely made your argument if it wasn’t top of the line, absolute Grade A horseshit

Yang keeping a single secret about Raven over a very personal issue when that secret no longer has any value to the rest of the group (they already have the Relic and the Vault is already dead, the Spring Maiden no longer holds any value to Ozpin as Relic’s already out and Salem doesn’t have much reason to pursue Spring knowing that the Relic is out of the box) is not the same thing as Ozpin lying to the group by keeping information from them that could get them killed. so show me where the hypocrisy lies here because i’m not seeing it. acting like one small, harmless act is comparable to thousands of constant lies

when RWBY keep secrets, it’s because they have to, they never do it simply because and have never done anything to intentionally endanger lives while Ozpin does it without a thought

oh and here’s a shocker, by being the person sending Summer on mission, Ozpin was knowingly endangering her, so yes, he actually does hold some responsibility for her death - that’s how the chain of command works

and ‘Oz protected humanity’, interesting. did he? let’s see what Jinn has to say:

“Thus began a long and painful cycle of death and rebirth for Ozma.Some lives were spent in mourning, many were spent attempting to forget it all.”

yeah, sounds like to me, he spent most of his time running away from the problem, so his current behaviour is on brand, at least (also this scene reveals that he lied about the whole “i merge with the next guy i reincarnate into” thing because it’s made clear that until very recently he just suppressed them; and drank at least a couple to death, so add everyone he’s ever possessed to his body count - and the people he jumps into don’t have a choice but to get involved because he can take over whenever he likes)

and i’ve already addressed that he did take away people’s choices, because he doesn’t give them choices, don’t tell me to read someone else’s post and not argue the point yourself, i pay attention to the show, okay? i can understand what’s happening in it - Pyrrha, ultimatum. the rest of the gang after Yang and Weiss arrive, ultimatum (by not so subtly hinting at Raven’s cowardice as a negative quality they should shy away from). all the people he’s ever possessed, only recently did they even get autonomy and that’s only because he lets them have that. every student who has ever attended the four main combat academies - the entire premise of the schools is a false pretense. it’s not to train warriors to protect the world (hell, the very concept of Huntsmen and Huntresses being the sole defenders of the world is almost propaganda in quality because they’ve only been around for less than a century - humanity got on just fine without them before that), it’s so there’s an ever-rotating array of meatshields to protect his god-summoning paperweights. which puts the deaths of the likes of Gretchen Rainart on him too (as well as the fact that as Headmaster he has a duty of care and he tries brushing those deaths off like “they made their choice” which is a disturbing detachment from responsibility)

and yes, Ozpin is a coward for running away, because this is his fault, and he decides to hide himself away than deal with the consequences of his actions - he’s not a child, he’s not some scared little boy who needs his mommy to hold his hand - he is a millennia old asshole who is very much responsible for the mess everyone is in right now, or did you miss the part where Salem was peacefully holing herself away where no one could bother her? or that he was the only good thing in her life and by stabbing her in the back first by running away with the kids instead of talking to his wife when she got a liittle too edgy (which, by the way, wasn’t even her fault because the only reason she was like that by that point was because she’d tried to kill herself and didn’t know this result was a possibility, and that’s one slip after a near decade of happy marriage) and taking the first hope she’d had in so long away; of course she’d snap

that’s what Ozpin does, he builds people up on lies so they don’t know how far the drop really is - just because his goal is ostensibly noble doesn’t mean he is, especially when his actions are anything but

“needed to escape the abuse” holy shit. okay, this is a joke right? it’s a joke?

being called out on your bullshit is not abuse. people getting angry at you because you lied to them, manipulated them and were planning on letting them die for a cause that you know to be pointless is. not. abuse.

i don’t care if he was crying, that doesn’t mean anything - “oh look at the poor sad millennia old wizard, he’s upset that people are angry at him for the blood on his hands which he has no problem sticking his hands back into”

and i wouldn’t call what Oz did in the Great War ‘uniting’ humanity. considering what that amounted to was forcing the other reining monarchs to kneel to him after he beat them up (as well as the Queen of Vacuo, who was his ally), dismantled their power structures to replace it with the council system (and destroying any remaining semblance of real governance that Vacuo had, leaving it a chaotic hell-pit wasteland) and built the schools (which were meant to not answer to any of the Kingdoms) as a front so he could stay in power and control across reincarnations

yeah, some unity - all that demonstrates was that he never really had a problem with the “beat people up to make them do what you want” plan he and Salem had the first time

Ozpin is a very old, very pathetic coward - he doesn’t learn from his mistakes, he repeats them over and over again then acts like it’s someone else’s fault. he refuses to trust people yet gets angry when they refuse to trust him, he lies to people constantly but tries to dodge out of it than take responsibility, when his secrets endanger the lives of others, instead of acting like a fucking adult and facing the consequences for his actions, for the god knows how many lives he has damaged, ruined, destroyed, how he willingly endangers lives rather than tell the truth for no good reason, he runs away and leaves everyone else to pick up his mess

he’s a coward and RWBY and the others have every right to call him on his bullshit. they’re a lot younger than him, they have more room for mistakes and growth

he’s had literally all the time in the world to be a better person, and all he’s become is a lying, weaselly coward

-Mod S

also, read the rules:

#rwb/y #yangalysis #long post #not a comeback #someone decided to rant in this askbox #i decided to rant back #Anonymous

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prehistoriics · 5 years ago

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Legend’s Land.

words -; 1,868 characters -; my own sona, mentions of the hermits, apathetic xisuma (practically xisumavoidd’s character :]).

She’s heard talk about the ‘legends’, as they were called, who were in Icepick many years before the current group was. Many great builds were risen up from the ground on that island and its surrounding archipelago, it seemed, and after a long while they were left behind. Not very many have visited the island in the world, mainly because it was over a million miles away, but a select few had been brave enough to take on the trek. But that number was about to go up by one.

The redhead had gathered up an overabundance of food, rockets, and everything in between. Before you ask; no, she wasn’t crazy. Hardly anybody in this universe was.. although, I could end up being ultimately wrong. Leaving absolutely no word of her leave at her base, her shops, or anywhere, she started heading off.

Who knows how long it’s been, she stopped keeping track a few nights ago, so only a omnipresent entity knows. She’s seen hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of messages go by on her communicator, and she’s seen no concrete structures in the ocean ever since the Icepick shopping district. She was tired, and it showed - phantoms would soar behind her every night, but luckily, she would fly fast enough to not get her arse kicked.

Letting out a yawn, she nearly fell out of the sky and out of the clouds, but that’s when she saw it; the tall, monument-like structure. Eyes widening, she softly coasted down onto the weathered ceiling of the top floor, kicking away some of the leaves and other debris on it. “H-Holy shit..” She muttered, glancing down into the structure, before jumping down onto the second floor, staring at the huge, faded machine before her. She slowly approached it, wiping cobwebs away.

She pressed the button, waiting for the small jingle to play it’s melodic, yet choppy tune, and it did! But.. it was also somewhat distorted. Still recognizable, but distorted. She backed up slightly, trying her best to ignore the crunching of cyan glass below her sneakers. Suddenly, the moon went back to hiding and the sun rose. Nobody was on right now, not on Icepick, but.. what about this part? Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought. “No, no, silly! They all left many many years ago! Xisuma, Grian, Joe- all of them! N-None of them can be here..” she told herself, furrowing her eyebrows afterwards. “..right?” She added quietly, before going down to the bottom floor. The base was less freaky in the sunlight, sure, but with it being abandoned? It was still freaky.

Taking a deep breath, she started to head off toward the rest of the island. Wait, no, what about Mumbo's base, you may ask? We'll find that out next. She just forgot, that's all! Head turning to where Mumbo's base would and should've been, was nothing. A little bit down left of it, however, revealed where it was: partially sunk in the water. Eyebrows furrowing, she flew over to the architechs railway stop, immediately hoping off once it swayed, unstable. She towered herself up, just so she wouldn't fall into the ice cold water, which was bound to be littered with drowned. She perched on the cobblestone pillar, furrowed eyebrows scanning around at the massive circular base. She wouldn't dare to touch it, it could possibly ruin it! So, instead, she got finished looking and flew off. I'm not quite feeling up to describing the ruin of everyone's bases, so, let's just skip that, shall we?

Second to last, but certainly not least, she ended up next to the battlefield of the Civil War. It was raining by now, but yet the flames on the ground never seemed to extinguish. Coasting down to the ground, she stuck one of her hands out to the flame, and.. immediately brought it back, because holy shit, that was hot. Even with the pouring rain falling on her hand, it still felt like it was burning, hell, it looked like it was blistering. Ignoring the pain, she got ready to fly up to the G-Team base, but noticed it was about to collapse on itself. It probably wasn't a good idea to explore it. Turning her head to the team S.T.A.R. base. It was in way better shape than the opposing base, due to it being built out of stone bricks, but she still didn't trust it.

Taking off to go look at Xisuma’s base, Em let out a hefty sigh. It was sad to see this world in ruin; no sign of life anywhere, except for the flora and fauna that had overrun the entire place. Every base was a death trap; she had almost died five times trying to tour Stress's base, but failed miserably and nearly died.

Flying over the shopping district, something- someone near the stock exchange caught her eye. Curiosity getting the best of her, she flew down to the weathered ground and structure, cautiously approaching the figure. They appeared to be non-responsive at the moment, completely still, leaning against one of the pillars, but breathing yet. Thunder roared in the background. Taking her trident out of its holster just in case, she went on her tip-toes and tapped the man on the shoulder.

The man seemed to jerk awake, sending a shocked Em back a few steps. Sipping the drink that was on one of the slightly raised up mounds of quartz, he groaned quietly, seemingly out of annoyance. “Alright,” He began, wiping his hand on his face. “Who's here, I know it isn't one of ya Hermits; Xisuma said y’ wouldn't be back for a.. long while. Until an anniversary stream,” he paused once more, taking another sip of the drink. Then, he glanced at Em. “Ah. Don't think I've seen one of you, before. What are you, a gremlin?” He asked, laughing after, as the redhead calmly wrapped her hands around her trident, eyes narrowing at the neutral colored man in front of her, electricity buzzing through the three points of the prismarine weapon. Ooh, this should be interesting; a clash of colors!

“I'm not a gremlin,” calmly stated Em, the other just laughing more in return. “..but if I'm a gremlin to you are you a giant to me?” She asked, raising a suspecting eyebrow. The taller one stopped laughing, eyes narrowing at the shorter one, grabbing his sword. She had only said practically same thing he had said to her; just in her eyes, yet he was resorting to violent retaliation. Tightly gripping the trident, she took a few steps back, ready for whatever would come next, sword in a comfortable position to come out at a moment's notice.

Hand on the sword, and hands on the Trident, the two were ready for a battle. AX made the first move, which cut Em's sweater. Eyebrows furrowing, Em jabbed the trident at the other, one point jabbing him. She swiftly pulled out the weapon, put it back in its holster, switching to her sword rather quickly. Of course, she wouldn't attack two times in a row; that'd be rude. She's not rude. Swinging his sword at her, AX managed to swing it into her side, swiftly taking hit out. Wincing in pain, Em gritted her teeth, and swung her sword at him, which he parried with his own sword. Immediately after, he swung the diamond sword at Em again, putting a deep gash in her shoulder, making it apparent to her that he was not playing nice. Em made one more swipe at the other, which put a gash in his stomach, then she switched her sword for her trident and quickly scrambled up onto the hill behind the stock exchange, catching her breath afterward. Ignoring the excruciating pain per usual, she shakily aimed her trident at the other. Squinting her eyes to try to find him easier, which didn’t work out too well.

But somehow, with luck, the trident hit the other and so did a crack of lightning. Grinning ever so slightly, while also gritting her teeth, she grabbed her trident as it flew back to her. “What the hell?!” AX shouted, glaring up at the other on the hill. “That wasn't fair! You're not supposed to do two attacks in a row when th-” He started, but Em cut him off. “You do know that either side isn’t s'posed to cheat, right? You parried my attack and then swung at me. By simple and universal rules, I should do an unfair move in return.” She finished, grinning mockingly down at AX, who was furious.

“Oh, you liittle shit..” He grumbled, climbing up the hill to the redhead. She stared him up, daring not to show her fear and her anxiety in her face. Muted blue eyes stared down into light green ones, both full of malice, even though this was the first time they had met.

With AX focused on her, Em brought her trident back a bit, slow enough that AX wouldn’t notice, as if to throw it slightly. On the other hand, with Em focused on AX, the rat man himself slowly brought out his sword. Taking a gentle step back, Em released the fully charged trident from her hand, letting it fly into the other’s side. In the blink of an eye, the other’s diamond sword was at her throat, but it hadn’t moved any further.

Taking another step back, she remained cautious of the sharp edge, and walked around to the side of the man who was now on his knees, seemingly frozen. She quickly pulled the trident out of his side, eyebrows furrowing. She grinned even more, breath hitching. The sun started to rise, the rain letting up, allowing the thunder and lightning to subside. She wiped the trident off on the overgrown grass, putting it back in its holster. Taking off her sopping wet sweater, she grimaced at the large blood stains, but wrapped it around her waist nonetheless.

Xisumaa was impaled by pastelcomputer.

“Maybe next time, you shouldn’t be such an asshole.” She spat out at the body, eyes narrowing. Hair extremely wet as well got pulled up into a messy bun, the multicolored roses in it only moving slightly. Taking a deep breath, she quickly ate a few golden carrots, which instantly made her feel better. She coasted down to the ground of the shopping district, and started rummaging through the various chests.

A while later, her satchel was full of extra stuff, but mainly stuff she would need. Glancing around once more, she lifted off to visit Xisuma’s base. Nearing the base and almost going down, she noticed the state of it. Using rockets to easily keep herself up, she looked down.

Inside the base, there was an overabundance of guardians, along with a baby Elder Guardian in the middle. Gritting her teeth, she decided to start heading back home. After a while, however, she realized something: she was out of rockets. She sighed, feeling herself fall already. She shut her eyes, bracing for impact.

pastelcomputer fell from a high place.

Well. She was back at her base. Time to wrap up her wounds...

#fic #my writings #my fics #my sona #icepick fic #tw: swears #hermit mentions #apathetic xisuma #ax

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shadydreamerdonut · 7 years ago

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Taste of what you paid for / Bellamione fic / Part five

Again, thank you @liittle-red-riding-hood for all of your lovely feedback~

The house was quiet and lowly lit, casting shadows on every wall. Hermione was kneeled down in front of the refrigerator, carefully taking items out from plastic bags and placing them neatly on the shelves. Grinning as she took out a small strawberry shortcake which used to be Bellatrix’s favorite not long ago. As she got lost putting things away and sorting them, she almost missed the sound of the fae herself arriving home from work. Hermione had advised her to take another couple days off to recuperate since she was only discharged the day before yesterday but you couldn’t tell that woman to do anything. Not even to save her life. There was a jingle from her hanging up her keys. Thump. Bellatrix throwing off her boots. Chuu. Bellatrix sneezing from the cold wind outside. Bellatrix muttering under her breath a slew of obscenities as snot drooped unseemly from her small, raw nose. Hermione turned her head to watch as they padded into room, wiping it away with their sleeve, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Sorry, your fridge was empty.” Hermione stated.

“I have money. You… You have a lot going on. You don’t need to…” Bellatrix trailed off.

“I want to, Bella.” Hermione said, putting a few apples on the counter before crumpling up all the bags.

Bellatrix stayed frozen where she was, self-consciously running her hand up and down her thin arms.

“How was work?” Hermione tried, giving her a warm smile.

“Good, they let me pick the music.”

“Not sick of the smell of coffee yet?” She teased.

“It’s actually getting to be kind of comforting.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” “What about you?”

“I have time between one shift and another, nobody died and I didn’t have to touch anyone’s junk.”

Bellatrix cackled. “That’s kind of how I feel about my job now.”

Hermione’s features softened, mulling over whether or not the last couple of years were still forbidden territory. Things were going okay, she was by no means recovered or even really recovering. But she was living. The brunette decided on a moment of impulse to throw oil in the frying pan to see what happens.

“Is that where those wounds on your leg came from, Bella?”

“Yeah, he was an arse.”

Before Hermione could add anything, Bellatrix had mutely turned on her heel and walked away.

Walking carefully with a feminine tray in her hands over to where Bellatrix was curled up on the sofa with a book propped up on her lap. Placing it down on the table beside her and pulling up a chair. Boldly reaching out and gently running her hands through her hair, Bellatrix only stiffened for a moment before leaning back. As she turned page after quiet page. After a few minutes, Hermione paused to take a drink.

“I am so sorry, Bella.” Hermione whispered.

“Didn’t ask for your pity.” Bellatrix replied nonchalantly back.

“Bella, I-“ Hermione started.

“Thank you, Mione.” She interrupted, turning another page.

Hermione swallowed hard, standing up over the sofa and then sitting back down beside her. Tentatively spooning herself against the smaller woman and draping an arm under their shoulders. As her vision fogged, she burrowed her head in the crook of Bella’s neck. Hermione heard Bellatrix place the book aside on the table and wrap her arms securely around her. Whereupon the brunette began to shake with sobs. Bellatrix cradled her head against her chest, that slowly rose and fell with her even breathing. Weaving her fine fingers through their thick brown hair. As Hermione cried for all of the years past, alone without her ebony haired lover. Her fierce bird with delicate wings had finally returned.

Even as Hermione’s wet cheeks had dried, she stayed cuddled up against her for many hours. She listened to the sound of Bella’s heartbeat fluttering inside with her ear right above her chest. Running her hands through her unruly curls and breathing in the familiar, soothing aroma of vanilla and spices. Bellatrix sat up once or twice to take a drink, finally settling down again with her book, Hermione snuggled up beside her as she read softly to her. A story of mysticism and sorcery. Lulling them both to sleep. When Bellatrix woke up the next day, Hermione was gone. Sunlight was pouring in from the window beside her, making the room a very cozy feel. A note placed on top of the old mug of tea.

“Keeping dreaming big, my writer to be. I’ll be here always. Xoxo.”

Bellatrix took the notecard and held it close before getting up carefully, the blanket pooling at her feet. As she stumbled to the bathroom. Dressing herself nicely before stepping over to where her schoolbag was by the door. Unbuckling the latch and pulling out a thick notebook that had almost every page filled.

#bellamione #Insomnia #pyromaniac #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black #Hermione Granger #hermione #harry potter #fanfiction #au #self-doubt

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turgidtangentimagines · 7 years ago

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Fuckin. Sollux talking to a human about code. bonding over java or c# or something.

I made this into a semi-pesterlog situation because I was thinking back to a time sollux could talk to humans and, well, see code and alll the way back on the meteor seemed the most plausible and probable to me. Kinda came out a little less bond-y and a little more first-meeting sort of thing but i think it’s still pretty solid.

Also- I know nothing of those two code languages- I am most familiar with javascript. And then there’s this whole sburb situation… soo… yeah, bare with me.

If you just move that function here… and make that server call there… then you might just be able to shrink down this massive ui system. You’ve just. You gotta get this game running on your phone. You have to stop being so tethered to the portal system just to be sure your client player won’t die on you.

There’s just been too much of that recently, death. And simultaneously the lack of death. This game- it’s just too strange. Between John’s ordeal with Terezi and the Davesprite-dead-timeline situation, you’ve been a little on edge to say the least. Between these trolls and this game, death could be lurking around any corner. Hopefully, with any luck at all, this app would keep it off your friends’ doorsteps.

With a jolt- pesterchum pings with the presumption that you’ll answer its chattery call. All it really does is make you aware of the trail of semi-colons you’ve left on the end of your code, nulling your command- and annoying you to no end. Finicky, finicky language. Being this drowsy isn’t exactly the most conducive thing to coding, but maybe you can get some muse flowing by trolling one of these dorks back. They never really seemed to expect that from you- the push-back. Your friends, even back on earth, seemed to humor and then evade their jests, your technique was simply to ignore their trolling till they were idle an ample about of time, say your piece, and- goddamnit.

–[[TA] TwinArmageddons began trolling [PC] PesterChum at 04:12]–

TA: hey. a22hole. what the hell are you doiing?

A quick Alt + tab and you’re back to your code. It’s important that you stay on- goddamned pop-up notifications.

TA: ye2. we’re talkiing. iit'2 happeniing.

TA: ii’ll a2k agaiin.

TA: what’re you doiing, a22hole?

Ctrl + Alt+ Delete, annd… he’s gone again. Guess you’re just going to have to lay off pestering your chums for a- oh god-with the phone-and the vibrating on ya leg-

PC: What do you want, I’m very busy.

TA: obviiou2ly.

TA: ii repeat a 2econd tiime:

TA: what are you doiing?

You put the phone down a moment to think. Only one other troll thus far had been so annoyingly hard to ignore, and even then it was because of your own need to communicate and not the fault of any of the technology around you. There were a few ways this could be happening, most of which are coincidental, but if you humor this troll for a few moments perhaps they’ll show their cards long enough to discern if there are any flaws in your impenetrable wall of troll ignorance. That, or, you’re so tired that that wall crumbled the 6 hours ago when you were supposed to be asleep. Whatever. You were coding on fumes anyway. Might as well look at something that’s not the editor for a min- aannd that dude isn’t shutting up.

TA: 2eriiou2ly, ii’m 2en2iing all 2ort2 of doomed tiimeliine2 waftiing through the viiewport2 and the wor2t ii2 comiing from none other than your2elf.

TA: miight a2 well 2ee what 2hiit your 2peciie2 ii2 gettiing iinto.

PC: Alright.

PC: I’m reconfiguring a copy of the game to allow me to run my client’s client editor on my phone in real time while continuing to run the game from my computer for my server player.

PC: Easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy.

PC: Except not.

PC: This is tedious.

PC: It’s like it was coded with the game equivalent of Dreamweaver.

A lapse in your conversation allows you a chance to delete all of those semicolons. Just how out of it were you, you must’ve added like 100 lines worth- ping!

TA: oh my gog. you’re fuckiing iin2ane.

PC: ???

TA: what the 2hiit do you thiink you’re doiing- diid you even code your game?

TA: no, you diidn’t.

TA: you’re readiing off gog know2 what developed by one of your iinferiior human grub de2iigner2 who couldn’t code the wiide 2iide of a moobea2t contaiinment faciiliity.

TA: 2top fuckiing wiith your game'2 code before you doom a miilliion tiimeliine2 iin the mo2t excruciiatiing way po22iible.

Okay, there was a lot you could take in life, insults normally being one of them. But an insult to your skill is simply a challenge in your book.

PC: I can read it.

PC: I can code it.

PC: And it’s happening.

You press the power button on your phone, but it just glitches right back to the conversation as soon as ya do. Fuckin glitchy ass last-gen smartphones, hardly able to run pesterchum anyway.

TA: okay look, ii diidn’t even want two troll you 2hiit2- ii ju2t wanted two leave you alone becau2e ii thought your 2peciie2 wa2 2tupiid enough two fiizzle out by iit2elf- but thii2 cro22e2 a liine.

TA: ii’ve 2uddenly caught a ca2e of giiviing a fuck.

Yeesh, this guy crosses all sort of lines. First with the technological illiteracy comments and now with the whole slandering your specie- man this guy gets wordy when he’s spooked.

TA: the game2 code ii2 not two be tampered wiith, iif runniing iit off of tho2e two 2hiitty human game grub2 de2troyed your uniiver2e- what the hell do you thiink you’d do ju2t fuckiing wiith iit for conveniience?

PC: Gain any semblance of agency I have left in this hellscape of a game.

PC: Keep my friends alive, and not be bogged down by all the shit of the universe while doing it.

PC: etc.

TA: …

TA: look.

TA: ii don’t know what iit ii2 about the code you’re wriitiing but ii know for a fact that nothiing good come2 of iit waay more than anythiing you’re actually tryiing two do doe2.

TA: ju2t. plea2e. don’t run that code.

TA: you’ll do more harm than good

TA: then your friiend2 wiill diie

TA: and then on top of that KK wiill nag me about iit.

At this point, this dude’s just becoming a drag. A pause and you come to realize that you are waay too tired to comb through this heap of code. You need some sort of break, a reprieve from thinking like a computer and a moment to think like a human being. Preferably a human who wasn’t coding or talking right now and slept for the next week. You gotta get this guy off your back, and only one way comes to your sleep-deprived mind.

PC: Fine then.

TA: what.

TA: really?

TA: you’re giiviing iit up that ea2iily?

PC: No.

TA: waiit. then what’re you doiing?

PC: Look.

PC: Dude.

PC: It’s waaay past midnight.

PC: I’m going to level with you:

PC: My code right now?

PC: Probably not my best work.

TA: no 2hiit.

PC: Not done.

PC: So this is either going one of two ways: you withdraw from this pestering- by force or by your own will- and I test my code like any developer would. Or- you actually help me, we test it, and I go the fuck to sleep.

PC: Your call.

You hold the phone like you’re waiting for a reply when in actuality you’ve closed your eyes and can feel the sweet sweet relief of no blue light forcing your eyes into a semi-alert hell. Your phone almost jiggles out of your hand with enough force to actually wake you up a little bit. You reluctantly open your eyes to see more dijon text in dual i’s.

TA: iin a biilliion alternate uniiver2e2 ii 2aiid fuck iit and let you run a code that'2 bugged two 2hiit whiile your 2e22iion cra2hed and burned.

TA: two be hone2t, kiinda wii2hiing thii2 wa2 one of tho2e, becau2e you’ve been nothiing but a paiin about liittle more than an alpha te2t for an acce22ory app.

TA: that you don’t even fuckiing need.

TA: you’re ju2t codiing for the 2hiit of iit.

TA: ju2t. what the hell.

PC: Well?

PC: What’s your answer troll dude, gonna help me debug this shit?

PC: Hack a game that’s fucked up our lives for just the slightest bit more control over it?

PC: Eh?

PC:…

PC: Yeah, that’s about as enticing as I can make that sound right now.

TA:…

TA: you know what?

TA: 2ure. you iin2ane apebea2t.

PC:…

PC: Call me y/n.

TA:…

TA: Sollux.

TA: Sollux Captor.

#sollux captor #sollux #homestuck sollux #homestuck imagines #imagine homestuck #homestuck #homestuck scenarios #god man that was my first fic-esque thing in almost a decade #I might've done it in pester-format. which i hate. but still.#I kinda like this au i think #I might just keep it

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knb-imagines-blog · 7 years ago

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GOM + Kagami being there for You

This is something I really need and I hope you will like it.

Kuroko Tetsuya

‘‘I’m sure she didn’t mean it.’’ He stated in a serious voice, gently massaging your back with his left hand.

‘‘Oh she did, she meant it. She had spat these words with such venom that I almost died there.’’ You sobbed into his arm, getting more hysterical as the seconds passed by.��‘‘We don’t even see each other that much. What can’t she be a little nicer?’‘

‘‘S/o-’‘ Kuroko called your name and your head immediately perked to look at him in the eyes.’‘-your mother has been alone for a very long time, she doesn’t know how to deal with her almost adult daughter. I’m not trying to excuse her behaviour, because what she did was plainly wrong, I’m just trying to show you that her words don’t describe who you are at all. It’s just some nonsense she says to make herself feel better.’‘ He stroked your head affectionately at which your heart melted, leaving behind the heaviness you carried after meeting your mum earlier that day. ‘‘It’s not good, but you can’t change it. There’s no need to cry over it, when you have so many people thinking you are amazing. Including me, of course.’’ Your boyfriend pecked your lips and your foreheads touched, staying still.

‘‘Wow Tetsu, I wasn’t aware you could talk so much.’‘ You laughed, earning unamused glare from him and a light punch in the gut.

‘‘You are an ungrateful brat sometimes, I swear.’‘

Kagami Taiga

‘‘Taiga, the light of my life, you don’t have to stay here with me and rot, you know?’‘

‘‘Please, you would die without me here.’‘ And with that he put the thermometer in your mouth, making you unable to speak, however, when he finally took it out, you started arguing once again.

‘’I’m really okay, you didn’t have to leave practice for me. It’s very unprofessional.’’ He raised an eyebrow at you, not taking your stupid excuses for a reason to just get up and go home. You both stared at each other for what felt like a minute, before you eventually gave up. ‘’And I feel like I’m using you, okay - you got me.’’ You rolled your eyes and rolled onto your other side to avoid his shocked expression. It’s not like you didn’t want him to be here, it’s just that he could do so many funnier things right now, which didn’t contain cleaning someone’s house and jumping around a person who can barely lift a finger.

‘’You are sick - me taking care of you has nothing to do with using anybody. I’m doing what I want and this is what I want. Now face me, because it’s time for your pills.’’ You groaned loudly at his statement and he laughed upon seeing your pouting face. ‘’See? It wasn’t so hard.’’ He praised after you swallowed the medicine and chuckled once again when you shot him a very nasty glare. ‘’Now I’m going to make some dinner and we can watch a movie or something.’’

Your redhead boyfriend got up and started walking towards the kitchen, when you tiredly moved to catch his sleeve in your fingers. He turned to you quickly, asking if something was wrong and you just shook your head.

‘‘Everything is fine, it’s just --- thank you Taiga, seriously.’‘ You didn’t dare to watch his reaction, but somewhere deep inside you knew, he was very happy right then.

‘‘You are welcome, s/o.’‘

Aomine Daiki

‘‘Okay, what the fuck did he do again?’‘

‘‘Nothing really.’’ You replied, wiping already cold tears with the sleeve of your blouse from your cheeks. ‘‘It was my fault, anyway.’‘

‘‘Your fault?’‘ He questioned angrily, swallowing all the frustration he had in him. He didn’t want you to experience someone’s anger once again. ‘‘Him being a jealous prick for no reason is your fault? Don’t make me laugh.’‘ You flinched at his harsh words, and he immediately regretted uttering them. So much for making you feel better.

‘‘I shouldn’t have met up with your team behind his back - I just really wanted to see you! But you know how he is.’‘ You cried once more, cringing at how pathetic you must have looked right now.

‘‘Yeah, I know that he goes around flirting with everything that moves and you can’t even hang out with your friends. That’s ridiculous.’‘ His brain started creating very vivid images of him killing your boyfriend in many interesting ways, but then the realisation of the meaning of his words hit him. You weren’t aware of his disloyalty towards you and he didn’t mean to just scream this information at you. His eyes went back to yours and he noticed how they shined with fresh tears in them. He wanted to call it a very beautiful sight, but it wasn’t the time nor the place for it. ‘‘Shit, I’m sorry - I didn’t mea--’’

‘‘It’s okay Daiki, I suspected something, I just needed a valid proof. Although, I have been thinking about breaking up with him anyway, he was slowly getting violent and it’s not something I want to be around any longer.’‘ Your body was trembling a little, but the real war was happening inside Aomine’s mind, who, upon hearing that some low life wanted to harm you, was ready to slaughter the guy’s entire family just to make you safe. ‘‘Thank you, I realyy appreciate your support.’‘

‘‘Everything for you, s/o.’‘ It really wasn’t a good time for his confession, but once you healed, he would make you the happiest person in the world.

Kise Ryouta

‘‘S/o-chi, you look very out of character, did something happen?’‘ His question didn’t particularly surprised you, because you seriously looked different than usual. That day was relatively hot, enough to wear some shorts along with a short-sleeved shirt, but you against your normal outfit decided to wear a hoodie with trousers. Even your mood was worse than ever, your grumpy face only confirmed it.

Kise was extremely worried about you and was scared that someone may have done bad things to you. He was intensively staring at your blank face, awaiting an answer that took too long to form in your mind and you were just observing him with saddened eyes. ‘’Will you tell me s/o-cchi?’’

You sighed, suddenly wearing an expression of discomfort, which twisted into embarrassement very quickly. ‘’Ryouta, do I look fat to you?’’ This question came out as a whisper, but he heard it almost too correctly. Millions of imagines started haunting his memory, especially the ones with him constantly worrying about his weight as a model and an athlete.

‘‘No, s/o-cchi. Did someone tell you that?’‘ He asked, concerned and ready to fight.

‘‘Not exactly.’’ You stopped your words from flowing out of your mouth to take a deep, relaxing breath. ‘‘I just overheard some of my classmates conversation and, you know, they weren’t saying nice things about me. That’s it. Not a big deal.’‘ You dismissed your problem, obviously trying to drop the topic, but Kise was having none of it.

‘‘It is a big deal, because their words affect you and they shouldn’t. Look at me, I’m a model and people still mock me behind my back and say really disgusting things. The society will never be happy and it’s their loss. You don’t need to live like them and waste your life on hatred. Be happy, show them who is the boss.’‘ Both of his hands were on your shoulders as you looked at yourselves. He was clearly determined and you just speechless. And then in the simple blink of the eye you burst into tears, asking him to go home with you so you could change into something more comfortable.

‘‘Sure, lovely. Maybe we could hit a beach on the weekend, what do you think?’‘

‘‘Gladly.’‘ You aswered with no hint of saddnes on your flushed face.

Midorima Shintarou

Midorima wasn’t subtle, but easy-going. If he didn’t think his head would explode, he would ask you what’s wrong a long time ago. However, your moping was getting slightly worse with each day and it made him think that the situation was more serious than he previously predicted. He tried to talk to you about it for hours, but once he bit his tongue, the second time he almost walked into the wall and basically - he was scared for his life. But he also loved you dearly, so there was no going back this time. He would do it, he really would.

‘‘What’s wrong with you? You looked like somebody had died, nanodayo.’‘ At least he asked, okay? No one was talking about being nice and shit.

‘‘Nice as always Shin.’‘ You laughed, without a humour and came back to doing your math homework.

‘‘I didn’t mean it like that. I just---worry.’‘ The last part was uttered so quickly and quietly as if he didn’t want you to hear it at all, but you did and it shocked you.

‘’Mn --- it’s nothing, really. I think I’m just being paranoid and all.’’ You smiled tiredly, putting your pen down and he turned his face to you, to listen to your confession even better. ‘‘My parents are behaving kinda weird, something’s going on and all I’ve been thinking about it is them getting divorced. I know it’s not my choice, but theirs, however, it makes me anxious. Sorry, if it’s annoying.’‘ He focused on your words, processing them and trying to create a perfect response, which would be honest, but also helpful.

‘‘I know it may be scary now, but I swear that even it they separate their ways, they would still love you the same.’‘ He grasped your fingers lightly in his, face going red. ‘‘As I do, nanodayo.’‘

You looked up at his words, blushing almost as much as him. ‘’I love you, too Shin. Thank you.’’

‘‘It’s nothing, nanodayo.’‘ He replied and pushed his glasses a liittle higher on his nose. His hand never leaving yours.

Akashi Seijurou

‘‘Ugh, I’m so frustrated Seijurou, I don’t think I can keep this up.’‘ You said at the verge of the tears, pushing math book away from your body. Akashi looked blankly at you, not knowinng how to motivate you to stay focused for a little more time.

‘‘Let’s try again, I will explain better, alright?’‘ He caressed your cheek, desperately trying to stop you from crying. It was the last thing he wanted to see you doing. Even though, he didn’t show it that much he really wanted you to be content. He was clever and on top of the class, but he could admit that math could be really hard. He knew that it was your worst subject and seeing you try so much and then failing was heartbreaking. So he decided to fight with you, teaching you every chance he got. You praised him for it all the time, despite his scary appearance he was really patient with you. You couldn’t help, but love him more for it.

‘‘Okay, okay, but it’s so terrible. I feel like the worst person on the Earth! How did I even get to Rakuzan? I’m the dumbest person I know!’‘ You cried, your words slightly muffled by your palm. Akashi couldn’t see your eyes, but he knew they were probably red with a dark bags under them. You were really hard-working, hee admired it in you.

‘‘You are not dumb, you just need a little practice, love. Nobody was born a genius.’‘

‘‘You were.’‘

‘‘I was not, I was just pushed into being the best. I’m glad that you weren’t.’‘ He stated, giving you the most lovestruck look he could pull out, just because you couldn’t see it. It may sound stupid, but he was scared you would find out how important you were to him. How you mattered.

‘‘I’m sorry Sei, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.’‘ You replied guiltily, throwing your arms over his neck in an attempt to hug him. It came out a little messy, but he appreciated it anyway.

‘‘I’m not angry, but you can still repay me by not giving up, okay?’‘ You sniffed, but didn’t dare to protest and opened a book once again. ‘’If you promise me that you will work hard I can give you a very pleasurable reward later, huh?’’ He whispered huskily in your ear, making you red all over your face as you nodded like a crazy.

Maybe he could motivate you.

Murasakibara Atsushi

‘‘Why are you crying, s/o-chin?’‘

‘‘Oh Atsushi, I didn’t hear you coming.’‘ You replied, smilling through your tears. Trying to hide the fact that you were obviously upset.

‘‘Why are you crying?’‘ He asked as if he didn’t hear your previous statement, not liking being ignored.

‘‘No reason, seriously.’‘ You asnwered this time, but it only left his unsatisfied, wanting to know more.

‘‘That’s a lie, s/o-chin. Talk to me.’‘ He whined like a child and sat next to you on the floor, in front of the window, which showed you empty streets and a clear, blue sky, which perfectly imitated how you were feeling. Empty.

‘‘Sometimes people are sad, just like that, there’s no real reason, but it doesn’t mean that it’s not important. I just feel a little down today, you can leave if you want. I don’t want to burden you.’‘ You knew your boyfriend very well. He was bright and could be very clever when he wanted to, but there were things he just wasn’t aware of and simply didn’t care.

‘‘You don’t burden me. I want to stay and make you feel better somehow.’‘ Murasakibara replied, his body a little closer to yours, so you could smell his candy scent, which was more comforting that you could ever imagine.

‘‘It’s not that easy, Atsu.’‘ Your sudden and quiet laugh, sounded more depressing than you wanted it to, but it was just so hard to be happy, when everything just felt so wrong.

‘‘Okay, but let me stay, alright? We can just be here for each other, do nothing and cuddle.’‘ He stated and immediately enveloped you in his long arms after seeing you nod to his proposition. ‘‘I will stay here until you are happy again - and if you never are, I will still be here.’‘ He kissed the skin of your neck, squeezing you tightly in his embrace, shielding you from the world. And in that exact moment you knew that eventually, everything will be just fine.

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