#still have no clue WHY he decided to go apeshit but

[randanopterix]

First time I watched this show I had literally zero context and I thought a member of the commentary team had just decided he’d had enough

[looneyleyle]

bitchy kie ~ j. maybank

synopsis: midsummer's and john b's hospital visit seem to push kie to snap, at her best friend in the world nonetheless. snap crackle pop!

warnings: some kie hate

words: 1882 words

note: from my wattpad account, written april 18 2022

paisley pov

kiara and i rarely ever fought. sure, we'd have petty quarrels every now and again, but never any full blown fight. this, however, was much different than any other time, and i didn't have the slightest clue as to what i did wrong.

kiara had invited me to midsummer's, despite me being a pogue. her parents had essentially taken me in when i started working at the wreck two years ago. they had even lent me a beautiful dress for the occasion. it was short, wavy at the skirt, and light orange, paired with a beautiful moon necklace. mrs. carrera even made me a flower crown, which i couldn't thank her enough for.

everything leading up to midsummer's went just fine. kie and i got ready, throwing compliments at each other left and right. we blasted music throughout the room, dancing playfully like the two teenage girls we are. when we got to midsummer's, we made snarky comments about the kooks, and we had to hold each other to contain our laughter when rose cameron waltzed in with that absolute monstrosity perched upon her head. when pope arrived, the air was still light, the three of us joking around, trying to keep our minds off of the incident with jj earlier on.

i think it all went downhill when jj was being escorted off of the premises by one of the guards. as kie was going to speak up for him, i yelled out about how he was my date, and that they had no right to throw him out. kie had her parents watching, and us pogues were already on thin ice with them. it was best for them to be mad at me for bringing jj than for them to be mad at kie for bringing him and 'embarrassing the family name' or some other bullshit kook idea they have.

when the words escaped my lips, the guard pushed jj my way. i caught him and he put an arm around my waist, making my lie more believable. he then twirled me away from the scene to the music, downed some man's drink, and yelled for a mandatory pogue meeting at rixon's. holding my hand, he didn't wait for the others to follow behind us.

we all whooped and hollered, having a great time, before settling down for this mandatory meeting. john b brought up his treasure hunt again, leading me to look at jj skeptically. he squeezed my hand, motioning for me to keep listening.

i didn't look at kiara at all during the first half of the meeting, but when the name 'sarah cameron' was slipped, she went apeshit.

"you let a kook in on our secret?!" she screamed. they all went back and forth for a bit, kiara not calming down in the slightest.

when john b and kiara were done arguing, everything went silent.

"so…" jj trailed off, trying to find something, anything, to say. kiara raised her eyebrows at him, and then did the same to me. i looked at her questioningly, not understanding why she all of a sudden had beef with me. jj shifted a bit, making me aware of the arm that had been around my shoulders throughout the argument. i didn't pull away, however, and despite kiara's piercing glare boring into my soul, i found myself becoming drowsy. my eyes drooped as my head fell onto jj's shoulder.

when i woke up, i was in roughly the same position, but in the back of the van instead of around the fire pit. john b was nowhere to be seen, pope and jj were immersed in conversation, and kiara sat alone, staring out the window and towards hawks nest. i stayed in jj's arms, still teetering on the line between sleep and consciousness.

if possible, kiara's mood was soured even more by sarah cameron leaning over john b's limp body, crying, kissing his lips as if it were a disney movie. that mood continued as sarah insisted on staying by him at all times, waiting for him to wake up.

"i could honestly care less that john b decided to befriend that snake, but she acts as if she's the only one there for him! hello, he has four perfectly good friends right here who care about him way more than she could ever even fathom!" kiara ranted, the four of us sitting around the château. due to all the injuries agatha caused, there was a limit of two visitors per person in the hospital, and some mystery man and sarah cameron filled up those two spots before the rest of us could have a say.

"at least we know that he's in stable condition. he won't drop dead, it's just a matter of time before he wakes up." i suggested, trying to calm her down. she chuckled bitterly. a burst of anger went through my body, what did i do?

"if you have something to say, by all means, get it off your chest. you've been acting like a bitch ever since we left midsummer's." i told her, arms crossed in front of me. a quiet "ooooooh" came from jj, but i was focused on kie.

"it's easy for you to be all easy-going right now, isn't it? it's only john b in the hospital. but if your boy toy were in there, you'd be raising hell over the fact that we can't go and visit."

"my 'boy toy'? and who exactly is that?" i asked, irked and a bit genuinely confused as to who she's referring to.

"isn't it obvious? you two are practically joint at the hip! all you ever do is eye-fuck each other!" kie yelled. jj shifted against me, nearly glaring at kiara.

"drop it kie." he said lowly. she just laughed sarcastically at that, deflating. i didn't feel like talking to her anymore, so i dropped it and got up to leave.

"paisley? where're you going?" jj asked, also getting up.

"i'm going home. goodnight." i told him, already walking away. i heard him follow me, but i didn't protest.

surprisingly, jj didn't say anything for the whole walk. he stayed in stride with me, occasionally whistling a little tune. when we got to the little house i shared with my mom and siblings, he spoke up.

"you okay? i've never seen you and kie fight like that." a sigh escaped my lips.

"i don't know why she's being so pissy right now. we were fine up until midsummer's! then she's mad at me for trying to calm her down? like what the fuck was that all about?" i ranted. jj nodded, not saying anything.

"and then the whole 'boy toy' comment? like what was that?" at that, jj stayed silent for a bit.

"just give her some time, i'm sure she'll realize she's being crazy after all of this sarah stuff blows over." i nodded. the door to the house creaked open, making me jump. out of the door came my little brother, charlie. i crouched down and picked up his tired figure.

"hey charlie, why're you still up?" i asked, slightly bouncing him on my hip.

"i was waiting for you to come home. momma is at work and i need my night-night kisses." he said seriously, pouting. jj smiled softly at this and took charlie from me, holding him up in the air slightly.

"how 'bout i tuck you in while your sister gets ready for bed?" he asked in a slight baby voice. charlie gave jj a tired smile, nodding. my heart melted at the sight; two of the most important boys in my life together. jj carried charlie inside, holding the door open for me with his foot. i followed after the two quietly, not wanting to wake up anyone else in the house.

jj and charlie turned into the first bedroom on the right, while i crept further into the house until i got to my room. after wiping off my makeup and putting my hair up, i made my way back to the boys.

peering into the room, i watched as jj delicately placed the blankets around charlie.

"where are my goodnight kissies??" charlie whined tiredly. jj chuckled before moving some of charlie's hair out of his face and gave him a light kiss on the forehead.

"g'night buddy." he whispered, staying near the boy until his eyes closed and breathing softened. my heart squeezed as i watched the interaction. jj was so soft and loving with charlie and it absolutely melted my heart. i tiptoed in and placed a light kiss on charlie's head. i put his favorite stuffed animal in his arms and, together, jj and i walked out of his room.

i closed the door ever so slowly as to not disturb the sleeping child. when i turned around, jj was there, staring at me. the cocky smirk he usually held was nowhere to be seen. instead, a small smile played at his lips, his soft blue eyes focused on my face. for reasons i tried to repress for many months, i couldn't look at him for more than a couple seconds before fidgeting nervously. jj placed his hand under my chin and lifted it, gently forcing me to hold his stare. when his hand dropped, my eyes remained locked on his, anticipating his next move. however, after a couple moments passed by, jj looked away and scratched at the back of his neck.

"it's been a long day, let's get you to bed."

i let out a light chuckle at that, but followed him to my room regardless. he stood near the edge of my room as i grabbed my pajamas and, as i reach to take off my shirt, he turned around, giving me the privacy that i didn't even ask for. i stopped for a moment to take in the action before continuing to strip and change into comfier clothes. when i finished, jj was still turned around. off of a whim and slight exhaustion, i walked right up behind him and hugged him, burying my face into his back. all the emotions i had buried for the boy in front of me came bubbling up, making me squeeze the boy a bit tighter. he clasped his hands over mine, letting out a deep, content sigh.

"c'mon," he said quietly, shuffling us towards the bed. he crawled in after me, leaving a sizable distance between the two of us.

once settled in, the two of us simply stared up at the ceiling, deep in thought. after a while, i closed me eyes, taking in everything that had happened in the past couple of weeks, including what was happening in that moment.

"it feels like everything is falling apart." i whispered, not opening my eyes.

"yeah, it does," he replied. after a few seconds, there was a rustling besides me. i opened my eyes ever so slightly and turned, seeing jj laying there, giving me a soft smile.

"but we always manage to get through it together." he finished.

"together." i repeated, my eyes getting heavier, the weight of everything pushing down onto my body. and so, the two of us fell asleep, just a couple inches closer than when we first laid down.

[yellowocaballero]

I would like you to know that I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten irrevocably and irreconcilably attached to your version of knives / Milly / Meryl / Nicholas and now it will be impossible for me to witness anything bad happening to them (also I have no clue if neon and the gang are ocs because I didn’t read trigun but please note I fucking LOVE them and all the worldbuilding here)

Thank you!!!

Neon and his gang are in the manga/98 and they rock super super hard. My favorite bad guys of Trigun. Pure 80s glam, sheer hair metal David Bowie EDM-ass insane man. I don't know at what point I decided it would be funny if he was a trans guy, or why I decided that, but it was very funny. The most important thing was that it set up the very important joke of, "Knives is so incredibly egotistical that the only human body he would ever admire is a body that he made". The absolute zero of aroace.

Thankfully, Knives has also gotten irrevocably and irreconcilably attached to his the humans, and he will also find it impossible to see anything bad happening to them. He'll enforce that. It's mandatory now. Are you arguing with him? Do you like millions of knives? In your face?

But real talk I was super excited for us to get to this point in the story, since I feel like it's one of the most meaningful things we learn about Knives: that he plays it cool and disaffected and he doesn't even LIKE humans, he thinks they're SMELLY, who even CARES - until he pack bonds with you, at which point he goes absolutely bananas apeshit if anything looks at you wrong. Still thinks you're smelly, though.

Honestly. This is because canon Knives is so bugnuts that I decided that it would feel the most right if there was something going on up there. Decided that humans are a threat to him so he kills his ship. Decides that humans are dangerous so he tries to exterminate them. In Stampede especially he is just so incredibly possessive and controlling of Vash, and so hung up on safety for the both of them, that I decided it would be interesting if it was partly a biological thing. Partly because it lets me keep the crazy, and I wanted to maintain as much of their original personalities as possible (difficult, when Knives' personality is "being insane and evil"). Thanks for the ask and thanks for reading!!

[orange-waterfalls]

I Call This One: Bold & Brash!

The egos x artist! gn! reader

ty @pokemonpunqueen for the request!

A/N: I’ve decided that I’m gonna write for the egos when I can’t think of anything else or I need practice writing lmao. I mean I was doing that before? But I didn’t know it? listen it’s fine it’ll be fine but FOR NOW I thiiiink I’m gonna take requests. Just a few. I’ll stop when I think it gets too much. This is exactly what it says. I focused on like drawing/painting for “artist”, with some references to animation thrown in there. I did Darkiplier, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Google, Eric, and a Host thrown in there bc I love him and I miss him

Word count is 1.5k

Enjoy

Egos x artist!reader

Darkiplier

He’ll want to commission art from you

He makes comments about how Mark is a narcissist but also he’s a narcissist.

Oh look, Dark’s asking you for another picture. What does he want? He wants you to draw him? Again? For the fifth time this fucking month? Wonderful.

He likes looking at how you make art of him, be it stylistic or realistic

He will hang them up all over the fucking house so pace yourself

He’s fine if you draw anybody else

Except Mark. Never Mark. How can he tell, you ask? No fucking clue, but he does

Gets a bit worried that you won’t make enough money to live comfortably

Just because not everyone needs a fucking MANSION-

Will always buy things for you if you ask

Likes to be able to support your job or hobby

Sugar daddy? I mean maybe

Makes sure you eat, sleep, drink water, survive--

Leaves snacks for you at your desk for when you don’t want a meal.

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep at a desk

Recommends you wear comfy clothes at all times so you can fall asleep wherever

A bit of an enabler, he’s doing his best tho

If you take commissions don’t be surprised if he threatens to kill someone when they don’t pay or are rude to you

He loves you, that’s all

Wilford

Fucking elated

Draw him!!! Please!!!! Please draw him!!!!! He has coin!!!!! He can pay!!!!!

Ecstatic if you actually draw him like he’ll giggle for an hour straight just looking

Secretly commissions more art from you

So also sugar daddy

It’s always something so obvious so you know it’s him anyways

He likes bright colors and eyestrain for some reason

If you make that, he just. Stares at it. Unblinking. You have to snap him out of it (im not projecting what do you mean)

Gets extremely worried about you not taking care of yourself

Gets someone to fucking babysit you when he’s gone so you take care of yourself

When you get greatly offended by this he settles for texting you reminders

And when you ignore those he texts more

Don’t be surprised if you get spammed by several people and an alarm starts to play from somewhere in the house

You’re gonna be healthy whether you like it or not, asshole

Drags you to bed aggressively

He WILL NOT drug your food with melatonin because that’s illegal. B U T-

He’s a little confused, but he got the spirit

Will advertise your art to anyone and everyone and also on his show and threatens the audience with a gun

AGAIN, a little confused. he just wuvs u so much 

Yancy

I mean technically he’s kind of an artist too so he appreciates your skill and creativity

He’s very nosy and likes to look over your shoulder while you work

If you don’t like him doing that, he still does it, just more secretively

Likes to work in the same room as you. 

That is if you don’t mind constant singing or tap dancing in the background

He shows off your art to anyone and everyone and gets mad if they don’t immediately say it’s fantastic

May or may not have stabbed someone over it, you’ll never know

If you show him something you’re working on, he’ll show you something he’s working on in return

The law of equivalent exchange

You tell him you can make MONEY from things like art and dancing and he goes apeshit he gets so fucking excited

If you’re like an animator and offer to animate his dancing he might actually cry

He’ll deny it constantly every day until he dies

If you make things traditionally he hangs them on the wall Everywhere

You might run out of room

By which i mean you will run out of room as soon as possible

Will never tell you a drawing is bad ever unless it’s like Really Bad which it never will be in his eyes

He loves anything and everything you do u are so precious

You have a permanent support system within the man

Google

Used to see art as pointless

Then comprehended the chemical release it causes in the brain and thought that was fine

Then saw you get really mad with something you were working on and got confused again?

If art no make good chemical, why art?

He still doesn’t understand, but that’s ok

You tried to get him to make something once

He just. Kinda. Made a buncha ones and zeroes

You still framed it and hung in on the wall and he got embarrassed

If he could blush, he would

If you draw him he looks like he doesn’t care but it’s at that point he decides he would die for you

Primary objective: answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary objective: make u happy. Tertiary objective is to destroy mankind

If you draw bing that will disappear IMMEDIATELY you have BETRAYED him

If you ask for a color palette recommendation he Always says the google colors. Always.

You might’ve thought he was going for an rgby type of thing. But then you realize.

He is in charge of your financing. He will tell you the most efficient ways to make money as an artist and you follow then

He is also in charge of making sure you FUCKING EAT A MEAL

“But isn’t an objective to destroy mankind?” shut up he’s not happy about it either

Despite his best efforts he loves you and that ain’t gonna change

Illinois

Doesn’t fully understand

He needs to be outside at all times and cannot stay in one place

And you’re like??? Required to stay still???? For prolonged amounts of time????? Disgusting. Anyway, whatcha workin’ on?

He might ask you to try and teach him

If you do try he gives up almost immediately

Sometimes you just get so into it that you forget to do basic things and he gets upset

(i.e. eating, sleeping, living, etc.)

He gets worried about you

He is a hypocrite bc he does the same

He will drag you to bed, motherfucker

Honestly he might lock your shit somewhere until you fucking take care of yourself. it’s like a hostage situation god

“Where the fuck did you put it” “I have no clue what you mean. I might know if you eat your dinner, though”

Asshole (affectionate)

Sometimes you like make faces when you try to draw a person and it’s hilarious and cute to him

He looks at your drawings the moment you walk away but acts like he doesn’t care

He cares a lot

Will support you no matter what but will also tell you without hesitation if he thinks something looks shit

Listen he’s out of line but he’s right

Eric

Loves you a lot and will support anything and everything you choose to do or make

Drawing? Awesome! Painting? Wonderful! Animation? Superb!

He often wants to buy you supplies or something but he does not know what anything is

Fuck is a chalk pencil???? What are gel pens vs normal pens?????? Watercolor????? What the fuck are you saying??????????

Will subtly drop hints that you could,,,, draw him,,,,, maybe,,,,, if u wanna 

And by subtly I mean he starts to ask and then starts crying

If you draw him he will cry again he loves u so much 

If he ever were to get a tattoo it’d be something u drew. Nothing else is as important to him at the moment

He enjoys photography and film, and likes to try and bond with you over artistic things

I mean. Some things overlap.

You could talk about a single drawing for hours and he’d listen intently the whole time

Don’t ask him for feedback, it’s always some version of “it’s perfect and I love you”

Even if he hates it

Which,,,,, he might hate it sometimes

He’s not a good reviewer. 2/10, very biased

He likes to take photos when you’re in the zone

If you tell him to delete them he will

While secretly making one his home screen

Host

Hey, he gets it

He writes, he understands the hyperfocus

Sometimes he wouldn’t move from his chair for a day because he was busy writing a script

That being said, you probably have to be the one to get him to take care of himself

Or you have to take turns

Otherwise you’re both gonna fucking die

He asks you to describe your art to him and tries to picture it.

He’ll tell you if he thinks it probably looks good or bad

You shouldn’t take it to heart because he can’t see it

He is a bastard sometimes

“Well, what do you think?” “I think it looks fantastic” “Thanks, babe” “...” “... you think you’re fucking funny, don’t you”

He asks if you can draw him sometimes

No, he won’t see it, but he’ll appreciate the sentiment if you do

He will ask for your opinion on his scripts sometimes

If you say it’s bad he gets really defensive

You work in the same room a lot of the time and forget the other is there

One of you has to preemptively order food or like set a timer so you can goddamn Survive

You’ll be fine

[delaneytveit]

Satellites Part 8

Any of y’all ready for some badass lance mfing sharpshooter??? Quick tw//graphic violence 

Enjoy!

(Part 7) (Satellites Master post) (Part 9)

There was no party when he made it back. No celebration, no hugs. God he missed hugs.

The first time he noticed something was wrong was when he got within range of hailing the castle. Coran or Allura should have been instantly alerted about his pod entering their area. But his calls received none in response.

The second thing he noticed was during his approach to the castle, not once was a shot fired at him. Not once did he fear the castle might accidentally shoot him down. He entered the hangar with no problem, and that put him even more on edge.

Something was most certainly wrong.

He exited the main hangar without issue, making his way down the long winding hallways of the castle. Not a sound of the others reaching his ears.

It had been a while since he had last been in the castle, yet as he walked farther and farther, it became as familiar as if he had just walked this same path yesterday.

It was almost as if he could hear the laughter from the lounge room, hear the bickering in the control room. But as he approached each room, all he found were the memories rather than the team he had fought so hard to find.

Where were they?

Why would they leave the castle so defenseless?

They wouldn’t.

Lance walked into the control room, pistol ready, and made his way to the main control panel.

Every Lion was still in their hangar, as apparent by the readings from the castle, which meant that they were here. But something had happened.

If only he could get the castle security cameras up and running. Apparently he needed a password, and though he most definitely was no hacker. So he resigned himself to having to find them the old fashion way.

Gun cocked and ready, Lance stalked through the castle towards the training room and kitchen. He quickly checked to see how many bullets he had left, 4.

This was going to be interesting.

He was ready for the first Galra, not a second’s hesitation before the body hit the ground. He quietly stepped over him and decided to head down the hallway the now dead Galra had come from.

There were two more on his way to the kitchen. Speaking about something Lance had no interest in hearing. He needed to find the team. Lance leveled his gun with ease and two more shots hit their mark. Two more bullets were spent before their victims had even the slightest clue.

He turned the corner to the hallway to the kitchen and stopped, immediately hiding behind the corner.

Straining his ears to hear whatever the Galra in front of the room was saying, he cocked and recocked his gun. One bullet left. Better make it count.

He could hear Keith cursing, Shiro and Hunk’s heavy breathing.

Three, only three were here. He had to find the others.

He chanced a quick glance around the corner, eyes falling past the Galra soldier and landing on the group of paladins he stood over. Fear and determination in their eyes. But all of them had been knocked down, splatters of blood covered their armor. Lance guessed any one of them had a number of injuries.

Maybe all of them.

There were three other galra surrounding the paladins. None looking his way, but rather at the ground where the paladins sat.

No, where Keith and Hunk sat. Shiro was the one that was hurt.

Lance almost wondered why Keith hadn’t gone complete apeshit yet. Shiro was his brother, and anyone who would give Shiro the slightest paper cut could count on being decked mercilessly by the younger.

He soon found the reason why, not only was the red paladin cradling his right arm, but his bayard and knife sat on opposite ends of the hallway. Honestly, what was the point in having two weapons if you were just going to lose them?

Keith opened his mouth, probably to say some stupid threat that everyone knew he wouldn’t be able to follow through, and Lance took the opportunity.

No one noticed the sound of the gunshot until the bullet had connected with its target. The Galra in front of Keith landed face first on the floor.

Lance took the few seconds the disorientation had caused to the group to holster his gun.

He looked around the hall and caught sight of a pipe leading up the wall, he desperately hoped it wouldn’t lead to anything important as he wretched it from the wall with way too much ease and stalked towards the group.

“Lance?” He didn’t let himself register the way Keith’s voice spoke his name. Rather he channeled all of his focus into taking these damn Galra down.

Two ran towards him while the third stood guard, pushing Keith down when he tried to get up.

“Time to put all of those baseball practices to good use.” Lance thought, raising the makeshift weapon.

The first hit made a sickening crushing sound, the Galra immediately falling to the ground. Lance took the momentum the pipe had gained and slammed it down, the metal going straight through his enemy’s skull.

He wretched it out of the body and turned his attack on the now stunned second soldier, talking his knees out first. Once, then twice, then thrice Lance brought the pipe to the soldier’s head, each one shattering the victim’s skull more and more.

He took two more hits just to be sure, grabbing the gun that they had dropped and leveled it to the third and last Galra.

“Who sent you?” he asked, anger dripping from his words.

The Galra, though staring with wide eyes, said nothing.

Now that just wouldn’t do. Lance pointed the gun down a little and pulled the trigger, the shot connecting with his enemy’s chin.

“I said” Lance stalked forward, seeing red as he got closer, “who. sent. you.”

“I-I-I..”

Lance pointed his gun to the other leg, finger on the trigger.

“Haggar, Haggar did, I swear! It was the Witch!”

Lance almost smiled. So she caught word of his escape, trying to bring her pet home huh? Now why would she want to do that?

He lowered the gun a moment, inhaling a deep breath of the circulated recycled air that he had grown so accustomed to.

Lance watched as the soldier relaxed a little, believing he was finally out of danger. The moment was gone in an instant when Lance raised the gun once more, he heard the gasp from Hunk but refused to let his brain acknowledge it.

“Please, I’ll answer anything, I’ll-”

Lance didn’t give him the time to finish, the shot colliding with the begging Galra’s forehead.

“So much for victory or death.” Lance turned to the three paladins, apparently at one point Shiro had awoken and was leaning against Keith.

“L-Lance?”

+

They were able to get Shiro in a pod quick enough. Keith and Hunk had only minor injuries, ones Lance easily bandaged up.

“Any idea where the rest of them are?” Lance asked, wrapping one of Keith’s hands.

Hunk shook his head, “you’re guess is as good as mine.”

Lance huffed, this was going to be a long night? Day? Whatever.

He finished his work and stood up, wiping his hands on his pants. “Alright, let's go find them.” was all he said as he grabbed the rifle he had stolen from the Galra and made his way out of the healing room. Hunk and Keith right behind him.

“So, what’s the plan?” Keith asked hurriedly, trying to keep up with Lance’s steps.

The question caused Lance to halt in his tracks, looking down to his friend, “Uhh how about, kill the bad guys and don’t get shot?”

He heard Hunk scoff at that, “Was that your plan when you came and rescued us?”

“As a matter of fact, hermano,” Lance cocked his eyebrow at the yellow paladin, “It was, and I don’t hear anyone complaining about it.”

He was so surprised when Hunk wrapped his arms around him, that he almost launched the poor guy. It took a second for his brain to recognize the act. A hug, his brain supplied, and he instantly returned it, hugging his best friend.

When it seemed that Hunk wasn’t going to let Lance go, the boy laughed, bringing his hands up to tapp Hunk’s arms. “I love you too man, but we got to go help Pidge and everyone.” he whispered.

Hunk begrudgingly let go of his friend, who turned to Keith, arms open wide.

“You want one too before we go kick some ass.” Honestly, Lance only expected the little scoff Keith did, the enthusiastic hug was new.

He didn’t comment on the wet spot that now graced his shoulder, or how tightly Keith clung to him, he just held the boy as close as he possibly could, “I missed you too.” he whispered into the black hair that sat below his chin.

When Keith pulled back, he punched Lance, though lightly, in his arm.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“You got bigger.” Keith pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “And for leaving, but mostly for getting bigger.”

Lance laughed at that. Mussing Keith hair, which earned him a swat on the wrist.

“Maybe you should eat more huh?” he joked.

“At least I’m not built like a fucking tortilla chip.” Keith bit back, though any harshness was absent in his voice, replaced with something that Lance could only think of as fondness.

Lance started walking ahead, turning his head back to look at his friends. “Well this tortilla chip just saved your guys’ ass so who’s the real winner here? Now let’s get moving, and go find our friends.”

[duhragonball]

Cult Classic

I had a really exhausting week, so I’m going to try to chill out by writing this thing about cults that’s been bouncing around in my head since... oh, like January 6th?   For some reason?     But it’s also about my insanely long OC fanfic slash vanity project slash concept album.  Join me, won’t you?

Okay, so back in... geez 2018?   Has it been that long?   Around October 2018 I started working out the details for the big climax of the “1000 years ago” section of my fanfic.  From the start I had this idea that the Legendary Super Saiyan would be locked into a death struggle with pretty much the entire Saiyan population, led by a Saiyan King who just can’t handle being upstaged.   But I had to figure out a lot of details to make that actually work.   What I finally ended up with was the Jindan Cult. 

Why a cult?  Because I wanted my King character to be the main villain, but also be physically weaker, but also he needed to be powerful enough to challenge the heroine. I came up with all these different ways to beef up his power level without making him a Super Saiyan himself, but ultimately I wanted him to have an army of Siayans at his back.   That led me to consider some sort of magic elixir that would make them all stronger, but especially the king, since he’s ultimately in this for himself.  At first, I considered having him mind-control all of his goons, but I spent the mind control nickel in earlier arcs, and I’ll have to use it again later, because Towa and Demigra use it.   Then I thought of drug addiction, which is sort of like mind control but not literal brainwashing or anything like that.  And that led me to the cult concept.  

One major inspiration for me was the real-life cult called “NXIVM”, which made the news back in 2018 when their leaders started getting arrested, including “Smallville” star Allison Mack.   Every time I read about it, it felt like something from a movie, but it was real.   I guess the celebrity angle made it more bizarre to me, because it’s sort of like “Hey, this isn’t just some group of randos; someone you’ve heard of is in this thing.”   Not that I ever paid much attention to “Smallville”, but you get the idea.  She didn’t just join NXIVM, she eventually became one of the top recruiters.   Some of the character arcs in my fic were my own attempt to understand how a person goes from Point A to Point B. 

The big plot hole, though, in my mind, was that I came up with this whole master plan for the bad guys, but it involved sending wave after wave of Saiyan cultists to die in pointless, unwinnable battles against Luffa.    I couldn’t have them win much, because if they beat her, they’d just kill her, and the story would be over.    It struck me as fishy that these Saiyans would sign up for a war where the casualty rate is 100%, but I tried to lampshade it as best I could.   “Yeah, all those other chumps couldn’t beat Luffa, but I’ll pull it off because I’m special!”   It still seemed a bit unlikely.  

But then 2020 happened, and I guess the main thing I learned from that year was that people will accept almost anything in order to believe a comfortable lie.  The joke I’ve seen on the internet is that we need to retire the expression “avoid it like the plague”, because it turns out a lot of people don’t actually avoid plagues very well at all.   The horrifying thing about COVID-19 is how easily people will accept the climbing death tolls.   “Oh, well this person was already in bad health, so they would have died eventually anyway.”   I don’t want to get too political here, but I’m pretty sure a lot of the anti-mask, coronavirus-is-a-hoax crowd are the same people who made up tall tales about “death panels” in Obamacare.    “They’re gonna euthanize your grandma!” they would say, but now they say your grandma is acceptable losses if it means reopening bars and restaurants.

Actually, I do mean to get political, because holy fuck, Qanon stormed the Capitol Building.    Look, if you don’t believe Joe Biden won the election, I don’t know what to tell you, except please get far away from me, right now.  If you’re not familiar with Qanon, a few years ago some guy on an image board posted a bunch of cryptic messages and claimed to be an important government figure who would know about important things.    People started “deciphering” his “clues” and when he stopped posting new ones they started inventing their own “clues” and interpreting them any way that suited them.    This led to an overarching narrative that Donald Trump was actually part of this massive sting operation to arrest hundreds, maybe thousands of left-wing politicians, celebrities, and whoever else.    Any day now, he was supposed to have Hilary Clinton arrested, and also JFK Junior would somehow show up and help him, even though he’s been dead for 22 years.  Every day, these Qanon guys would add on more bizarre lore to their “theories”, and every day none of their predictions would come true.  Then Trump lost the election, which put them in a bind, because their whole mythology is based on the idea of him saving the world as POTUS, and now he wasn’t even going to be POTUS for much longer.  

I’m pretty sure this had a lot to do with the lies about election fraud.    Trump himself refused to accept defeat, and his supporters didn’t want to accept it either, so they all told each other that it wasn’t real, and they believed each other so much that they dug in their heels.   But then they’d take this stuff to court and the judge would be like “Uh, what evidence do you have of mass voter fraud?” and they would just be like “lol nvm!”  I mean, if there was proof for any of this, why would they not want a judge to see it?   But for Qanon, it was more than just being sore losers.    They needed all their whackamaroo predictions to come true, and Trump losing re-election would upset the applecart.  

So then they started telling themselves that they could win this thing through the boring certification process.   I think it was like, December 14 when all the states had to certify their results.   So they held out hope that nothing was over until then.    Then they pinned their hopes on the Electoral College, and that there would be enough faithless electors to hand Trump the victory, in spite of the voters.   I found this one amusing, since I used to see tumblr suggesting the same thing back in 2016, when they were still trying to come up with ways for Bernie Sanders to win.  

Then they decided Mike Pence could fix everything, because on Jan 6, Congress would officially count the Electoral Votes and formally declare the winner, and Mike Pence would step in and overrule the whole thing, because the Vice-President oversees that process.    Except he just oversees it, he can’t legally change the outcome, especially on a whim.    And then the riot at the Capitol happened, and I’m pretty sure all these Qanon types thought it would mark the beginning of a nationwide uprising, with all seventy-odd million Trump voters going apeshit, but it... didn’t work out that way.  

Then they convinced themselves that everything was building to January 20, because the innauguration was actually a clever trap, and once Joe Biden took the oath of office, he could then be arrested for treason, so you see, they had to make it look like Trump lost the election, because it was the only way to fool Joe Biden into incriminating himself... or... something.   But Jan 20 came and went, so the latest fallback position I heard was that there’s a double-secret REAL inauguration day, and it’s in March, and the January 20 one isn’t legitimate, even though Trump was inaugurated on January 20, 2016, but whatever.    That, or the guy we see in the White House now is actually Trump disguised as Joe Biden, or a Joe Biden android or something.   

I think I sort of understood that Qanon is a cult, but I didn’t really put the pieces together until the events of January unfolded.    Pre-November, it just seemed like a conspiracy theory, without any real timetables or prophecies, like Flat Earth.    But once the end of the Trump Administration was in sight, it really started to look like all the doomsday cults I’ve heard about over the years.  The predicted events wind up failing to come true, and they invent new predictions to explain away the old ones.   It’s not about the veracity of the claims as much as the claims themselves.    People want to believe there’s this whole elaborate explanation for everything.    They wanted to believe that Trump was this hypercompetent superheroic messiah, because the alternative is to face the uncertain reality: that he had no idea what he was doing, and real people were going to suffer for it.  

I think I sort of worked that idea into my fictional cult, but I backed into it.   NXIVM was a sex cult, not a doomsday cult, or an elaborate conspiracy theory, so I was mostly fixated on all the depraved things the cult could do to its members.   But they all share the same lure: a belief system that promises to make everything fit. I’m not sure what the hook was for NXIVM, but Allison Mack didn’t go in thinking about how much fun sex trafficking would be.   That came later, after she was convinced that NXIVM had all the answers, and one of those answers involved sex crimes, apparently.   In the same vein, Qanon attempted to explain mass arrests and executions by claiming that Hilary Clinton eats babies or something.   “Well, I don’t want babies to get eaten, so I guess breaking into the Capitol building seems like a reasonable course of action.”  

Weighed against real life, a bunch of Saiyans accepting a 100% casualty rate doesn’t seem so outrageous.   It also helps that sometimes the leaders of these groups can buy into their own hype, and think they’re infallible when they’re really not.    This week, I started reading the Darth Plagueis novel again, and I’ve seen the Sith from Star Wars referred to as a cult, but I never gave it a lot of thought until I noticed that Plagueis buys into the whole Dark Side of the Force thing a little too hard.   At times, he’ll wax philosophical about how the Jedi are the real bad guys when you think about it, and he’s not just saying that to be manipulative.   He honestly believes that the Sith can save the galaxy from decline, which is stupid and hypocritical, because they’re the ones causing all the decline.    I always got the impression that Darth Sidious understood that it was all about accumulating power as an end unto itself, and any high-minded talk of necessary evil was just to keep the rubes in line.    Rise of Skywalker plays into that idea nicely.   He somehow survived Episode VI, but he let the Empire collapse, because if he can’t rule it, he doesn’t want it to exist at all.   But he’s still playing himself, because he thinks he can win by following the same failed ideology that got all the previous Sith Lords killed.   

That’s pretty much all I have to say about it right now.    I need to move on to other topics, because Towa’s not doing a cult thing, so my fic is moving in a different direction.   But I feel better for getting this out of my head.

[hi-epervier]

Matchmaking Tyrant AU, part 3

Sometimes, life gives you lemons.

Sometimes it hands you a mean old asshole, says 'your problem now!', and the mean old asshole is your problem now.

And the guy steals your sofa.

Alright, fine, technically Naruto offers up the sofa freely, but there's no need to be a bitch about it. Calling it lumpy even though Naruto is sacrifying his beauty sleep here and making do with the less comfy blanket and the floor? Rude.

Then the man is glaring Naruto's creepy roommates into submission; and a bedroom magically frees up in the tiny, shitty apartment, and Naruto gets to sleep in a real bed again for the first time in ages (for the first time since the roommates decided they needed the space to store who knows the fuck what); and before Naruto knows it, he and the asshole are chummy and Naruto ends up spilling his guts about his dead parents and his perverted godfather, and foster care placements, and that one teacher who was nice to him, and running away, and sleeping on benches and missing toothbrushes because he hadn't thought to pack one.

It's all a little bit overwhelming, but Naruto knows the guy will leave soon, so he doesn't let it go to his head when Cranky Old Pimp tries to parent the shit out or him. Naruto is 20, a grown ass man. He laughs it off as the rich bastard having too much time on his hands and no clue how to get a real hobby, like knitting or watching big titties anime. It's nothing personal.

When Cranky Old Pimp next gets it into his head to hook Naruto up with his son, Naruto laughs that off, too.

It's a bit flattering, in a quirky and kinda creepy way. He's touched that the old bastard cares. Still, it's a shitty idea, and Naruto tells him so. Repeatedly. Every occasion he gets (and boy, does he get plenty), Naruto tells Cranky Old Pimp how shitty his idea is.

'Why?'

'Because,' Naruto says.

'Why?'

'Just because!'

'But why?''

'Can you please just drop it?'

'You have no reason to say no. Your stubborness-'

And at some point a fuze goes off in Naruto's brain, and Naruto just.

He snaps.

He goes apeshit, if you will.

'BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING KISS SOME SNOTTY LOSER WITH YOUR GROSS OLD MAN FACE AND YOUR GROSS OLD MAN GENES! '

For a hot second, Naruto thinks 'oh shit'. He's going to get his ass beat because he couldn't keep his big mouth shut.

But nah: the old bastard sidesteps this hurdle-

'...You're being unreasonable.'

And sets camp in the land of Selective Hearing.

'URGH!' says Naruto, with feeling. The feeling is frustration. But like, on steroids.

'I understand your... reluctance, but you are mistaken. I can show you a picture-'

'Doesn't matter,' Naruto cuts in. 'It's still your kid, and it's still gross.' Little Cranky Old Pimp Junior. The stuff of nightmares. Naruto bets the guy wears polo shirts and only talks about finances. He bets he can't wipe his own ass. 'Look, I get it. You know like, two gays, tops, so you figure they should hook up because obviously all gays want to jump the bones of any other gay they meet. That's fucked up. I draw the line at getting Naruto 2 killed by your ugly mug popping up in my mind when my tongue is slurping on someone else's tongue. And I can't not think about it. The more I try not to think about something, the more I think about it! It's like the elephant- Don't think about an elephant!... Okay, what are you thinking about?'

'Your stupidity.'

'Exac- no! The elephant!'

'No.'

'Wow, really? That's so unfair! So, um. Just drop it, ok? It's doomed. I think it's nice that you want to support your kid, but not like that. Just put stickers on your limo or something. Go to a Pride with him. Not... that.'

Cranky Old Pimp's constipated face intensifies.

'Stickers.'

It doesn't sound like a question.

'Yeah, with rainbow flags and shit!'

'I see.'

He does not see.

*

Naruto is gonna miss this old bastard when he leaves. He knows he will.

On some level, he already does.

*

'In Japan, you won't need to do free labor.'

Then again, he can't wait for the asshole to get in a fucking plane.

'It's called volunteering, I told you already. And I'm doing it because I want to!' Because people did this for him in his hour of need, and Naruto won't forget that. He's going to help people in need too, he's going to make it so no one goes through what he did anymore. He hasn't figured out the details yet, but he'll make it happen.

'Well, stop wanting to.' A pause. 'You have poor taste in... acquaintances.'

'Man, there's no need to roast yourself like that.'

*

And then the day actually comes.

The asshole gets in the fucking plane, Naruto-less.

It was always going to be like that.

Sometimes, life is a bitch.

*

(Fast forward a few months. Pause. Naruto answers the door of his now roommates-free shitty apartment, scratching his ass, and is greeted by the sight of the prettiest man to ever man, standing there like some sort of door-to-door sales reping god.

Naruto ogles.

'Naruto?' Damn, even his voice is sexy.

'Y-Yeah.' Naruto's body is ready. Where does he need to sign?

The prettiest man nods to himself, once, thoughtfully.

And fucking sucker punches him.)

[heckinhacker]

Blood Moon!Aatrox x Demon!S/O - Insane between crazy.

word count: 1,608 requested: Yes!  - By Anonymous: “ Can I ask for Blood moon Aatrox fanfic plz? When he met the demon s/o but they're different from the other demons because instead of killing mortals, they tried to save them plz. “ warnings: Curses, violence, Aatrox being Aatrox. 

 You were standing on the podium, your arms raised to red as blood heaven, shouting at your own kind.

“And WHY do we have to sacrifice human lives for our own sake? Why is it everything about bloodshed?! Humans aren’t bad, they’re innocent, they can do no harm to us, so why do we kill them like animals?! They’re just like us - NO. They’re even better. THEY have emotions, they can be reasoned with, they connect with each other and we only have ability to think, but what do we get from thinking when we don’t use it! Everything we do is just kill, stab, get those guts out and make a new scarf, this is stupid!” 

You preached, you shouted to heavens and other demons looking at you like you’d lost your mind. There was solid moment of silence, before you heard this hoarse laugh. Pyke. It’s almost always Pyke. After his laugh which usually makes you go insane, every other demon burst in mad laughs too. Even The Kalista, this smart Kalista. You felt disappointment rise in your chest. You really wanted to hide right now. Somewhere, anywhere. You jumped off of podium and tried to fast-walk out of there. With no luck, of course, demons are really, really...jackasses. 

Thresh stood in your way, his mask and “hair” floating above you. You furrowed your eyebrows behind your mask. - What was that, [y/n]? I couldn’t quite understand because of your whines, you weren’t clear enough! - Right. You’re sure it’s because of me? You forgot your head from home, maybe that’s why.

Thresh’s red flame erupted around, eye-holes of floating mask filled with red light. Well, someone can’t handle being roasted. Thresh aimed his hook pretty quickly to your direction, but you gracefully jumped away, huffing. You wouldn’t like to fight with this sadist not now nor anytime, it’s better to flee and wait until  he calms down. You heard behind you screams of Thresh and louder talks of other demons. They’re stupid. Too stupid to understand. They never get through they thin skulls that thanks to people they exist. Kinda. God knows about “The First One”. Does he even exist? The progenitor every human and demon fear, The first demon ever who landed his feet on human’s ground. Funny. He sounds like some kind of “Adam and Eve” from human’s religion, like, you know? “The first one” ! But he’s alone, and he was made by blood moon itself. If he’d only show up...anywhere. Not like It’d be a good thing for you. We all can imagine he’d be an ass too, like everyone else was. 

The plan for the rest of the day was to lay down on some tree and take a nap, maybe find some animals to play around with, then wait ‘till the night when the monsters go apeshit. You just climbed up, took mask off so it covers only your eyes and managed to close them to rest, but then, loud explosion, maniacal laughs, terrorizing screams of your beloved mortals. No, not that again. You groaned, fixing your mask and jumping down to run to the village. Why are they on the streak again? Do they ever fucking rest?? You were there almost immediately, trying to protect the defenseless. Good thing your fighting weapon was shield. You did as much as you could, but little did you know - Aatrox was there.

You pushed Talon away from this poor man who had pass out from fear, shouting at him to ‘fucking stop’. When Talon wanted to jump up with a dangerous growl, Aatrox shouted with this demonic, echoed like by some other dimension voice who scared everyone around.”ENOUGH.” You, demons, people who tried to run away but fell down because they knees got weak because of terrifying shout that pierced their souls and minds. Your shield was dropped to the ground as you looked at this tall form of majestic horror in human representation. He was The Progenitor, The First One, That demon from which everything started. You gulped loudly, and he stared directly at you, his eyebrows furrowed. He’s a born leader, general of darkspawn army, leading for mortal’s extinction. - I… - What does you attitude mean? You’re not even that old demon. What were you thinking? - I just… - Enough of this nonsense. I’ll teach you a lesson, novice, while others can- - N-no, they cannot. - Can you repeat yourself? - They just can’t! CAN’T! - you shouted, looking amazingly dangerous while bending down to get your shield and furiously tap it with your little sword you promised never to use. - I won’t let this madness continue, no more! Aatrox threw his sword aside, which created thud way louder it should be. You could promise ground had shaken at this exact moment this enormous peace of ancient iron and brutally murdered souls had fallen down. He makes few steps towards you, you don’t move even inch, only take deep breaths. He brutally rips your mask off to look at your countenance. He squeezed your cheeks with one hand without problem, your faces way too close, your foreheads touching. - Do you still have courage to open your filthy, pathetic mouth? - I. Am. NOT. Afraid. Of. You. You didn’t even stutter, twitch, anything. This demon was not afraid, the youngest demon known was not shaken by mighty Aatrox. He was, indeed, surprised. How could you. How could you DARE to talk back to him. He was now holding you up by your throat. Even though you were already dead, you could feel suffocation. Your little coughs and struggling looked entertaining for other demons, but Aatrox told them off with one single glare. They vanished as soon as they appeared. - Apologise. - Not...in this...afterlife…- you coughed furiously. - and not...in the next...weakling…

Aatrox threw you like a ragdoll across empty field, your flight was over when you hit the wall, making deep hole in it. You-shaped hole. He approached you, took up his sword and looked down at you, like you were some bug. He put his surely oversized foot on your shoulder, pushing you deeper into building’s wall. - You’re brave. I like that. I expect more submissiveness next time, but consider yourself lucky. Now perish. - he threw you your mask back.

No matter how much you wanted to snark back some backfire, but only bit your bottom lip, stood up slowly and went away, limping. 

Aatrox would lie if he’d say he didn’t picked up any interest in you. Furthermore, he was thinking about you. He had no clue what has gotten into him, but it annoys the fuck out of him. Your pathetic face when he was choking you, desperate gasp after you were released, hateful look you shot at him when he stepped on your shoulder. The thought of this image sent shiver down his spine, he purely hated that. With passion. He decides to see your unmasked face again, to fight his own thoughts. To fight himself. He can prove he’s more than some human attachment. 

He got up, fixed his clothes, tightened up his man-bun and went off to the hardest war he had ahead of himself.

You can sense his presence right away, so his big figure heading to you was really no surprising, his aura was strong and steps pretty loud. He draws his sword in front of your face and you raise your eyebrow in amusement, as he demands the fight. - Draw your weapon. - Why…? - It’s a war, [y/n]. There’s no turning back. - Why would I start the fight I’ll for sure lose? But he forces you to take up your shield to protect yourself from his strong swing with the sword which is probably heavier than you with your shield in hand. You block the attack, pushing him back slightly, groaning. You feel the vibration off that hit in your bone, unpleasant feeling. You are angry at this moment, grabbing your little sword into your second hand. Not like it’ll help much against gigantic sword, but well, you didn’t thought straight. It’s like...you are against demon’s nature, but you’re one anyway, you have something from them, and anger had blinded your common sense. Aatrox was the first one even in this case. He was the first to trigger your demon nature. 

You charged at gigantic monster with such force he lost his balance for a moment, but helped himself with his sword. You use that moment to try and stab him under his ribs, but he kicks you so hard you fall back with loud thud. He takes a deep breath, rushes to you and kicks off your shield. After that, he steps on  your wrist, forcing you to drop this imitation of a sword. He throws his weapon away, kneels down, grabs your collar and kisses you forcefully. There was no hint of gentleness or pureness. It was pure - pure wildness and domination. You gasp in surprise, trying to kick him off or push him away, but there’s no use of that.

No matter how much you try to fight it, he kisses pretty damn well. You finally give up, closing your eyes and reciprocate the passion he somehow shared with you. When you were over - not because of breath loss - he looked at you, his eyes not full of aggression or fighting spirit. They were...as normal as they could be, not fully but had that hint of something else.

“I lost the war between us. I lost with the insane between crazy.”

[bbq-hawks-wings]

Chapter 263 Discussion

Hello, it is I back from my cave to finally get back into fandom discussion.

Sadly, I don't have too much to offer this time around except speculation, and most of it is dependent on assumptions and observations of the Heroes Rising movie, so if you haven't seen it this is unfortunately your stop, but when you do eventually see it go on ahead and send me an ask geeking out about it because almost everyone I've heard agrees if nothing else that it was hype and worth the price of admission!

All right, warning and disclaimer out of the way, let me lay the groundwork for how this post will go.

1. If you didn't know, the plot for Heroes Rising is a scrapped concept for the end of the series. Because it was scrapped it can't really be used to accurately predict how Horikoshi actually intends to end the story, but finding common plot lines and elements from what we're seeing now in the manga to the events in the movie might give us a clue to which lines he dropped and which he decided to keep. In the end it's a hunch, but it's a more informed guess than not having the clues.

2. I believe we're in the end stages of the story - or at least what is the beginning of the story in the same way Naruto was a precursor to Naruto Shippuden. Because of that, I don't feel like trying to predict things very far ahead and prefer to try to stick to interpretations of what's immediately going on since I feel we’ll get our answers fairly quickly anyway. I've made some lofty ideas of where the series is going before, but those are really better as overarching themes and end points for certain characters than necessarily an accurate prediction of events.

With that, let's jump into it.

The MLA/PLF is a front for the LOV

So to start, something I really wanted to address in the last chapter was the last page:

A lot of people are amazed Hawks seemed to go so deep into their ranks without ever raising suspicion, but I think this clarified, if not confirmed, a couple of points I've been hanging onto for a while.

The LOV never cared about these folks - that much has kind of been obvious from the get-go. They just threw themselves at Shiguraki as the second coming of Christ and offered him a free army. "...I mean, twist my arm, why don'tcha?" There were enough commonalities between the groups to seem like an obvious fit, but the League has always had different plans. Now, not only do they have a disposable army to fight the heroes and die for them but were a perfect opportunity to throw off the heroes to their main objective and draw out all the heroes at once in a fight to the death - all without practically lifting a finger. Shiguraki is a strategist, and a resource not utilized to the best of its potential is wasted even if using it well uses it up completely. These aren't their people, and they signed up for this fight to begin with. It would have made less sense to not effectively double-cross them like this.

I haven't been looking much for discussion regarding the movie, but a notable thing that immediately stood out to me when I saw it was the fact that Shiguraki was individually watching Hawks, and Hawks specifically - all alone and seemingly completely unprompted. A particularly overpowered aspect of Twice's quirk is the fact his doubles are SO close to the same thing they're in every way, down to the way they think and their core motivations, that they’re indistinguishable from the real thing, even to the original and doubles themselves. They really are perfect stand-ins for the actual people they copy. It's 100% possible that real Shiguraki could be powering up under the doctor's care, and - because he's not an idiot to leave himself completely vulnerable and out of control when he doesn't need to be - literally be running the show through a double, behind the scenes, in secret the entire time without the Heroes' or the MLA/PLF's knowledge. This also means that him personally spying on Hawks while he thinks Shiguraki has been out of commission is completely plausible as well.

These two frames have been circulating for good reason. While the army and organization honest-to-god have no idea what's going on, the OG League members seem to be taking it more like a stage cue - particularly with Dabi's obvious movement against the flow of the crowd rushing to battle. This very much feels like something they've planned for; but only them and their squad. They’re known to hold grudges against those that use them and abuse/hurt their core members, but none of that protective attitude has been directed towards this larger organization/movement.

"So what's got you so convinced about parallels to the movie? That's the only one you've brought up."

This was the first thing that stood out to me this chapter as I was reading through it fresh. In the climax of the movie each member of class 1-A had to strategically use their abilities to survive against Nine and his band. One of the abilities they had to counter was calling lightning down from the sky to which they used Kaminari as a lightning rod. Though it was played up for laughs a bit in the movie, it was still very much a life-saving tactic in the moment, and the concept clearly carried over into the final product.

A point of speculation we’ll be able to verify soon is a hunch I have that Tokoyami and Toga will clash one-on-one seeing as he’s also in the front-runner group. Slice very much felt like an easy stand-in for Toga, given the knowledge that those events are modified from the original ending concept, and it was thanks to Tokoyami losing control of Dark Shadow that he was able to beat her in the end. We’ll find out in a couple of weeks, and if it proves right I’ll be pulling more common threads to see if we can’t anticipate what’s going to happen next.

So, yup!

That's it!

Nothing left to see or talk about until next week!

*sigh........*

Ok.

Let's go over what we know for sure:

That’s clearly intent to kill in Hawks’ eyes: a lot of fans are aware of the practice of falconry, which is basically the same thing as a hunting dog but with a trained bird of prey instead; and it’s the image hammered into our heads about the way the Commission has treated Hawks and the way he personally deals with threats. Hawks considers Twice the single, greatest tool the League has in their belt - able to exponentially create duplicates and reinforcements which would turn a strategy-based battle into one of attrition, and the heroes would lose the latter easily. He clearly hasn’t killed Twice yet, and we don’t know why, but if he has to he’s prepared to do so without hesitation or remorse. This is a fight the Heroes CANNOT lose.

Hawks is done: This is more inference, but bear in mind he’s been on this case long before the Commission told him to infiltrate the League. He’s been at this in some capacity for almost a year and neck deep in recon as an undercover agent for months. He’s been walking on eggshells, keeping his eyes and ears open, relaying information, keeping up appearances on both sides, and watching the threat grow from a surprisingly capable group of guerrilla terrorists into an army capable of bringing all of Japan to its knees in a matter of days, tops. The stakes are too high, personally and otherwise, to not take this threat seriously.

This is Twice’s POV: Literally everything he thought he knew about this guy he considered his friend has been turned upside down. That whiteboard that was a catalyst for their friendship is thrown aside (symbolically along with all the memories and time they spent together), and here Jin is: knocked on his back, no longer looking into the friendly gaze of a great guy out to help a friend, but the murderous glare of a wild animal - a monster, even - having no idea how he got to this point and how fast it’s unraveling before his eyes. What we’re watching now could have happened in literally under two seconds. Hawks is that fast, and he’s been waiting for this to happen.

Considering the sudden tonal whiplash their relationship has just gone through - and the fact that it’s framed through Twice’s perspective, not Hawks’ - I don’t think we can make too many solid predictions about what’s going to happen right now. Hawks has been shown to be unpredictable to anyone but himself. When we’re not hearing his own internal monologue or seeing things directly from his point of view, everything we “learn” about him from a scene has to be taken with a grain of salt. He’s guarded, private, and keeps others at arms length so he can anticipate and respond to get the results he wants. It’s not just his fighting style, it’s his survival mechanism.

Twice himself is a grab bag of surprises, and being the heart of the League may yet find a way to appeal to his humanity, question his motives/actions, or any number of ways to bring him down to earth again; but there’s an equal opportunity that Hawks is beyond that at this point. His mission is almost done, and if he wavers now he could literally end up dead in a heartbeat. There are a lot of feathers trained on Twice, but not enough to bring his wings all the way down to stubs like we saw with High End. He’s set to fight not just Twice, but everyone in that compound.

In other words, this might be the point we finally see Hawks truly go apeshit, and I don’t think it’ll be a pretty sight to see. We’ll just have to wait and see where this leads from here.

[mikakomori]

So, I’ve tried myself at writing...

Since all of you guys seem to be amazing at writing stories, I thought I’d give it a go, too.  But well, I suck at writing fanfiction, which is why I decided to create my own, completely new story!   So, here’s the outcome: Song Stories As you can see I’m really creative with names (and anything else). Anyways, it’ll be a collection of short stories based on a song each. Or rather underlined with a theme song. Each chapter will reveal a part of the lyrics at the end, making it a little “Guess The Song” game (or you can just google it). All the lyrics belong to the amazing artists, who will be credited at the end of a story (to not destroy the “mystery” beforehand.) You can find Song Stories on wattpad:  https://www.wattpad.com/user/MikaKomori 

And of course, I’ll post the chapters here, too. Well, that’s enough rambling, here’s the prologue (under the cut). Have fun reading :)

Ouverture

It was already past eleven when Melinda left the hospital. Visiting hours were long over. However, as usual none of the staff had seemed to care about her not abiding the rules. As long as she didn't bother other patients or got in the way of her sister's treatment, she was allowed to stay for until whenever. At least, that's what the doctor had said to her, when he had found Melinda in her sister's room an hour after visiting hours were over one day. Although, she knew the only reason she got this privilege was because her keeping her sister busy meant that the latter wasn't able to annoy the nurses or doctors. 

Lucy, the younger of the two, was a bundle full of energy. Always smiling, always bouncing around happily, doing whatever weird thing her head thought up. Whenever Lucy was bored, she started chatting up people. Whether they wanted to talk or not was none of her concern. As long as they entertained her, helped her pass the time, her sister didn't care about how annoyed her opposite was. Recently, she even started some sort of game. 50 ways to annoy the hell out of someone, that’s what she called it. And while staying at the hospital, Lucy had already filled in 27 spots of that list, much to the working peoples’ chagrin. Lucy had decided to make them her playing pieces, meaning, as long as she was bored enough to play her game, they got next to nothing of their work done. That’s why the doctors were always happy to see Melinda. The blackhead was even once called "an angel sent from heaven" by one particularly stressed out nurse. One look at the young woman had been enough for Melinda to know, that the poor thing had been one step away from a nervous breakdown. Lucy could have that effect on some people. Or any person, if she just set her mind on it.

Melinda stood under the roofing of the hospital’s entrance, looking up at the sky. Small droplets of rain came down in a steady rhythm, glistening in the light of the nearby street lamp. The rain wasn’t particularly heavy, but hard enough for one to come home drenched after a 15-minute walk. That was the amount of time it took Melinda to get from the hospital to her apartment.  

Thank god I brought my umbrella today. 

Putting it up, the black and white striped fabric was immediately getting damp by the tiny raindrops. Seeking cover after putting her headphones on, Melinda started walking down the sparsely lit street in a steady pace. There just wasn’t enough money to set up more of them. Milton wasn’t exactly a major city, but it was far from being a village either. Walking the thin line between sleepy, rural small-town and buzzing, modern city made it both attractive for young people taking their first steps into independency and families looking for a safe and cozy place to raise their kids. 

Safe. 

At least that’s what Milton was like until a month ago. Peaceful days that went on and on. A time before the murder spree started. Four victims counting, so far. All brutally murdered. Cut with a knife a dozen times, before finally getting released from their pain via a slice through the throat. A messy way to die. As usual these days, the police had absolutely no clue about anything. There were no major leads, no suspects, not a single piece of useful evidence left behind by the killer. Or was there? 

Well, they knew 3 things – but so did the public. First: All the victims were young women in their mid-twenties till early thirties. Second: All of these women had dark blonde, shoulder long hair. And third: They were all kidnapped at night in the southern part of the city. These were all the useful information they had. 

Useful - for when one wanted to analyze the chances of being targeted. But not exactly handy for when it came down to hunting the culprit. However, unlike most citizens, Melinda didn’t think the detectives assigned to solving the case were completely incapable. They had to have some information. Something they just didn’t enclose to the public, as it would either only fuel people’s fear and agitation or would alarm the killer. In some cases, it just wasn’t a good idea to let the murderer know that you were onto him. It could lead to him disappearing forever or committing an even more hideous crime than he had already done.

Not that Melinda was an expert or anything. She was just one of those people who loved crime shows. And although she knew, of course, that real-life police work was nothing like the stuff depicted on TV, there was one thing she liked to apply to reality: The criminal getting caught. However stupid or far-fetched the process of the investigation was, at least the culprit always got what he deserved. Well, almost always. 

Melinda wanted to believe real-life police was also capable of catching every monster that terrorized Milton and its citizens – just like the characters in her favorite shows.

Maybe that’s why she still naively kept on walking home from the hospital alone, like she had always done. That and the fact that she didn’t match the killer’s prey. Sure, she was 26 and therefore in her mid-twenties. Her hair however, was neither blonde nor at shoulders length. The one who fit that description to a T was Lucy. Adding on, Melinda lived in the eastern part of Milton. With the hospital located in the north-east she was far away enough from the murderer’s hunting ground.  At least that’s what she told herself and the people around her, who kept nagging her to drive the way home with her car or take a taxi. Melinda brushed them all off. She didn’t want to take the car for a mere 15-minute walk. Pollution was high enough already. On the other hand, the young woman didn’t want to be a burden to the doctors and nurses who kept on offering her a ride home, so she declined every single one of them. 

Resulting thereby, most of the hospital’s personal had already given up on trying to change her mind, but the same thing couldn’t be said about Lucy. Her sister wasn’t happy at all about Melinda’s stubbornness and reckless behavior. She kept on nagging the older one every time she visited. And knowing Lucy, she wouldn’t stop any time soon, even though her words were hitting on deaf ears. The last few days Lucy had tried a new approach, namely telling Melinda all kinds of horror scenarios that could happen to her if she kept on walking home alone at night. While those didn’t exactly scare her, it wasn’t particularly nice to hear your own sister talk about gruesome ways to murder oneself either. So, she had caved in and had bought the pepper spray Lucy kept on recommending to her, in hope it would ease her sisters mind a bit.

Good thing Lucy didn’t know how her sister walked home. If she knew about Melinda listening to music while walking, effectively blocking out all of the noise around her, Lucy would definitely go apeshit crazy. 

Melinda had always gone home that way and not even once did anything bad or unpleasant happen to her. Listening to her favorite songs while walking through the night made her feel safe, no matter how many of the sparsely placed street lamps were flickering ominously. The gushing wind blowing through the trees, making the twisted branches creak, or the little mouse that caused the rustling in the bushes didn’t bother Melinda. She couldn’t hear it.

But neither could she here the staggering footsteps that followed her today. She didn’t notice them taking up speed, coming ever closer. She was oblivious to the rustling of the piece of cloth in that gloved hand. What she did register was the sweet smell that slowly made its way up to her nose as the cloth was suddenly pressed on her mouth. A smell Lucy had spoken about in one of her horror tales. A smell that burned itself into Melinda’s mind as the world around her started to spin. The last thing she heard were the first lines of the song that had just started playing on her phone. Then everything went dark.

 Just sleep, just dream

 In the back of my mind

I've been trying to chase a monster this whole time

But I couldn't see the monster was me

And no one heard our cries

  *Song lyrics belong to the rightful artist*

[saltybiowarefantears]

One piece for the fandom meme

I’ve been waiting for someone to ask me this one. This is what I get for having a mixed fandom personal blog. This will all be referring to One Piece as an anime rather than a manga. Again, with all the others, don’t be a dick to me or anyone else if we don’t agree on the same things. This isn’t specifically addressed to the asker, but to anyone who decides to come and cause shit with me or any of my followers. I will punt you so far your clothes will burn up on reentry into the atmosphere. If you want to have a discussion about any of my answers I’m more than happy to talk to you!

the first character i ever fell in love with: Mah boi Roronoa Zoro. Ok so 1) badass swordsman is a type I cannot avoid apparently, 2) I watched the show dubbed first, which means Chris Sabat, which meant insta-fave, and 3) even though he’s a total badass, he’s also a total dork (please refer to Syrup Village ‘We ate your captain’ and attempting to climb the hill with his swords).

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: One Piece has the exact opposite problem on me. The more I watch and absorb, my love of the characters only grows. Also there (pretty sure I can say) hundreds of characters to consider for each of these questions. Kizaru? Maybe? I don’t dislike him right now, but I was a big fan when he first showed up. Now though he’s kind of ventured into neutral territory.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Luffy/Hancock. At the end of the timeskip I wondered if they got randomly married because Luffy has no fucking clue what’s going on at any moment in time, a la Dragonball with Chichi and Goku. I thought they were pretty cute for a while there. If Oda does go through with them marrying at the end (and handles it well) I won’t be upset, but I won’t be pleased either.

my ultimate favorite character™: *looks at all of my children* No. I’ve said it once before, the very most I can do is a three-way tie for If-I-had-a-gun-pointed-at-my-head-I’d-pick-them ranking. In that case, it’d be Zoro, Luffy, and Law. I love all of them though. I am a mother hen and they are my varied, dysfunctional children.

prettiest character: Robin. I prefer pre-timeskip, but she’s forever the most gorgeous. The only other person who comes close is her mother. I actually based a lot of my characters around her physical characteristics because I loved the look so much.

my most hated character: Blackbeard, King of the Fuckfaces, the head of the Fuckface Holy Trinity. I’m not typically a vicious person towards villains, but he deserves to die the most horrible, painful, infinite suffering death that Oda can conceive. This is, of course, only after being repeatedly punched by every Whitebeard pirate, Luffy, and Sabo.

my OTP: You mean the ship that has officially consumed my soul and taken over my life? I don’t know what you’re talking about… *eyes the several LawLu gifs in my drafts and almost literal volumes of discussions about them with Rachel*

my NOTP: Keep any Doflamingo/Law or ASL ships out of my waters, and we’ll be good. You shove that in my face and we WILL have problems.

favorite episode: It’s a tie between 505 and 522 (or any of the crew reveal episodes). The first one because Luffy’s love for his friends and crew and theirs for him literally pulled him back from insanity and unending suffering. That means SO MUCH TO ME. Also Jinbei’s quote of ‘What’s gone is gone, you have to ask yourself what remains’ is still one of my favorite inspirational quotes. The second one because MY CHILDREN. They finally get to be together again and it puts a big fat piece of gauze right over the seeping wound that is Summit War and the timeskip. Of course, these are my two favorite happy or inspirational episodes. 405 fucked me up hardcore because I was not expecting that particular outcome. My slack jawed disbelief will forever stay with me.

saddest death: 

The most dreaded One Piece ask. I’ll guarantee about 99% of the fandom will have the same answer. 

Need I say more? Because I won’t. That shit is repressed. Fun fact, it was spoiled for me by a random YouTube comment on one of the soundtrack videos. Up until the specific episode I wasn’t sure it was a troll or not. My second watch though it fucked me up beyond reason. I have never cried so hard at a show before or since. That’s a phrase I use a lot for One Piece by the way. It has had such a profound effect on me in such previously inconceivable ways. It’s the curse of One Piece, though, that no one will believe you about it being that good or life changing. Anyway… rant on that over, I would like to add Corazon to the list. We’re ranking this bad boy by sheer volume of tears cried, and I think that one comes pretty close for me. Watching it after bingeing most of that portion of Dressrosa and being 4 in the morning probably didn’t help my reaction.

favorite season:It hurts to say, but Summit War. Everything from the end of the Archipelago up to the reunion (I’d count that if I could) is some of the best media I have ever experience in my entire life. No joke or exaggeration. It changed me for better or worse. Workshops should be done on the writing. Nothing has come close to touching it for me in anything before or since.

least favorite season: Probably Thriller Bark. Earlier I would have said Fishman Island, but watching it with Rachel changed my perspective on it. Thriller Bark was ok? I liked the spoopy Halloween theme and such, but I’m not a huge fan of any of the island antagonists (and I’m very antagonist driven in terms of whether or not I like an arc, which is why I still don’t really like Fishman Island). The ending of it though with Kuma was PHENOMENAL. Some of my favorite scenes are from that period.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: Ok… I have had MANY discussions about this. I’ve been meaning to write a mini-essay/analysis on the subject, but I’ll have to make something concise and coherent here. I have an issue with only one character like this, and that’s Vivi. Cue the gasped screaming of the fans. Before anyone blows a gasket, let me explain my reasoning. So sit down, shut up, and join me for this ride. Let’s start at the beginning with my initial, first watch impression of Vivi. She was fine, I wasn’t a huge fan because she seemed really bland in comparison to the other characters. Then the desert sequence happened with the ‘Oh I forgot to tell you about this thing you should have known’ moments. That put my teeth on edge. Then her unwillingness to sacrifice anything other than herself in order to save her kingdom. Ok, I get it, she’s 16 and doesn’t want anyone to die, but by this point she should have at least realized that the Straw Hats are loyal to her and volunteering to aid her. Alubarna happened and I fucking lost it with her. Her plan to blow up the palace, constantly falling and crying while on a serious time crunch, and her somehow not considering the clock tower as a location until it was literally too late were my last straws. These isolated issues just puts her in my neutral territory. There are two other factors that push her into me constantly not having to go apeshit around her: the other princesses and the fandom. To save time, I’ll summarize that I feel like the other princesses put Vivi to shame in terms of admirable features. Every last one of them managed to shove aside their emotions, stop crying, pull themselves up, and intelligently problem solve the situation. Vivi’s character is an excellent example of telling and not showing. Everyone constantly says she’s brave, but she never quite shows she’s brave. Yes, she’s brave to have gone into Baroque Works and to try and solve her country’s problems, but in comparison to the others she really isn’t that brave. Which leads me into the problem with the fandom’s portrayal of her. As you can already tell, I’m not a huge fan of her for some very specific reasons, especially her blandness and Mary Sue like qualities. While talking about this with someone, they mentioned that she seems to be kind of a fill character in terms of ‘Well Robin isn’t here, so Vivi has to say this thing Robin would normally say’, which lends her to a very inconsistent character. Me writing this is the only time I have ever seen anyone ever make any sort of negative comment about her. She is Saint Vivi who can and does no wrong. There are critiques of pretty much every other character except her. The fandom constantly applauds her for even the tiniest things while ignoring every single thing she did wrong. No one holds her accountable for her actions. And that, to me, is a writing sin. I can write you oodles about every character, even the ones I love with all my heart. Each character is flawed, which is what makes them great characters. Vivi is portrayed as this paragon of perfection, which she very much is not. She did wrong, she messed up several times, she’s not perfect. If any person or character actually called her out for it, I’d have less of a problem. For the time being though it’s this festering bitterness towards her and the fandom’s treatment for her. (Also the people who slam Rebecca in order to pull Vivi up higher… oh boy… we gonna have some fucking words.) Looks like I failed on making this short. Oops. I just have too many thoughts about this subject to be too concise.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Doflamingo, King of the Garbage. All hail the deliciously sadistic asshole.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: ALL OF THE STRAWHATS AND THE ASL BROTHERS AND LAW. I’m emotional about this, can you tell? All of my kids deserve the pinnacle of happiness without any of that terrible shit happening to them. I want to wrap them all up in blankets and shove delicious hot beverages at them.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: Either Kid/Law or Doflamingo/Crocodile. I don’t love either of them per se, but I am here for it. I don’t ship it, but I greatly enjoy watching other people ship it.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship’: One Piece is the ultimate shipping sandbox, which makes this really hard. Most of the ships in it I politely wave at as they float by while I chug along in my huge fuckoff cruiseliner with slapped together tug boat in tow. Either I’m invested in the ship or I’m not. There’s no ‘lowkey’ in One Piece. TLDR: too many ships that fit the category of ‘I like this ship, but it’s not my ship’.

Send me a fandom and I’ll answer these questions!

[eyeliveinabook]

Bucky x reader p.7

A/N hey cuties so here is part 7 I think this might have a total of 10 parts. I was also thinking of writing another x reader with Jojen Reed(Games of Thrones) would y'all want something else? Let me know.

Bucky sat in his room flipping through T.V. stations. He was waiting for you to get back so he could find out what was going on between you and Ray. There was a soft knock at the door, “Come in.” he yelled. Steve walked in and sat on the oppsite side of Bucky. They stood quite for a while, watching The Big Bang Theory. When it was over Steve grabbed the remote and mutted the sound.

“Are you feeling okay? Look like you took some serious hits?” Steve asked, when Bucky nodded his head indicating he was fine, Steve threw a pillow at his head.

“What the hell were thinking becoming sex buddies? Are you crazy?” Steve said.

“I knew you were going to lecture me. Look it was probably a one time deal. After tonight I know for a fact it was a one time thing.”

“Yeah but if you two have to go back to that town?”

“Steve calm down, the possibly of us have to go back to that town is really low. Besides she hates me anyway, so you can stop acting like my dad Punk.” Bucky said throwing the pillow back to Steve.

“I am sorry to interrupt your conversation but Mr. Stark was wondering if any of you had heard from Ms. (Y/L).” F.R.I.D.A.Y.S voice said. Bucky just shook his head.

“No, sorry.” Steve said.

“Mr. Stark is asking that everyone come to the living room.” Steve and Bucky got up and walked to the living room very quickly. The room was filled with world’s greatest superheros….in their PJs. Nat, Bruce and Steve were wearing typical dark sweats and muscle top/tank top. Sam was in a footies, Clint and Bucky had sweats and sweatshirts on. Tony came in the room with a tablet.

“Has anyone tried calling (Y/N)?” He asked. Everyone shook their heads no. “Well is someone going to?” He was pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Why you freaking out?” Nat asked while dialing your number.

“That number that called (Y/N), I traced it and the person is in town. Did you guys not hear her when she yelled:‘Do you have any idea how hard it was to run away the first two time?’” He said, “I’m betting that this dude is dangerous.”

“You have a piont there. While talking to her one day she spoke of someone who had hurt her.” Bruce said.

“Oh so you are just bring this up now.” Tony stated. “Where were you when she walked off?”

“Stark her phone is disconnected.” Nat said.

“We can’t do anything right now. Best we can do is get a good sleep and then go looking for her.” Sam said while returning to his room.

You were walking around the town. Your feet were leading you somewhere, but you didn’t know where. You didn’t care, you were to busy feeling guilty for attacking Bucky, spooked that Ray had your number(Out of rage and fear you threw your phone to a brick wall, which caused damage.) You look up noticing that you were near a park. Deciding that it would be a good idea to get some rest beforer you go back to the tower. Figuring you won’t be living there anymore you started thinking about renting an appartment…maybe Ray?

“No, you can’t do that. After everything you would not go running back.”

“But where else could you go? After tonight your probably don’t have a job.”

“Yeah,but to go back. I mean your new life was that bad. You had a couple of friends: Steve was like a dad, Tony was the annoying brother, Clint was the sassy brother, Nat was the sister you looked up to, Bruce was the nerd friend. Bucky was…what was he? You can’t say friend because well you had no clue. I mean you guys didn’t get along so frienemy? No more like a sex enemish. Shaking your head you just tried to sleep on the ground.

You woke up in the morning to someone carrying you. The person had thrown you over their sholder. As sleep started fading away you were about to freak out but then you saw a metal hand on the other side of the persons body.

"Bucky you can put me down.” When he put you down you stretch your back, causing many cracks. You didn’t want to look him in the eyes cause he probably had no emotion to show, which in the Bucky-manuual, means that you mean nothing to him. “I get it you hate me now, but I just wanted to say I’m sorry about yesterday.” Looking at him, he was about to say something…

“See I told you it was Captain America’s best friend!” Bucky turned around and saw two small boys looking at him. He still hasn’t gotten use to being well known.

“ You boys wanna give my camera’s and I’ll take a picture of you guys with Buck.” You said as the boys ran over and gave you their IPod Touch. You took a few steps back ask Bucky awkwardly got down on one knee to be the same height as the boys. “Okay, Smile! Come on James one Smile won’t kill you. There.” You gave the boys there devices.

“Is it true that you had to protect Steve when he was skinny?”

“What was it like being frozen?”

“Dude he wasn’t frozen!” The boy that thought Bucky was frozen was looking at the ground suddenly shy.

“Uh…Yeah, growing up Steve was on the smaller side, so whenever he wasn’t with me he was probably getting his butt kicked.” The boys smiled at Bucky, you heard the boys mom call them. The boys waved goodbye. When they were gone Bucky looked at you “I don’t hate you doll, I just want to know why you went Apeshit crazy on me.” You looked at him,

“I’ll tell you when we get back to the tower, gives something to do as I pack.”

“Why? Are we leaving already?”

“No, but isn’t Tony kicking me out since I went apeshit crazy.”

“No, in fact I am pretty sure he was crying as he held you back last night. Pretty sure you’re his hero now. Come on let’s get going.”

Half way to the Tower you bumped into someone. “Hey, (Y/N), Bucky” Again you froze on the spot. Ray was to close to you for your liking. You couldn’t say anything. Shocked that he was here. How did he know? Bucky sensed your panic.

“Oh Ray, what brings you in town?” Bucky asked as he started pulling you closer to him.

“Oh work, you know business trips. Hey (Y/N) wanna go have that cup of coffee?” Ray asked backing off a bit.

“Not today Ray, we have plans.”. You say as Bucky rubbed your back to calm you down.

“Well how ab-”

Hey Buck you found her.“ Tony said. Ray just glanced at Tony, backing up again "Who’s this?”

“Tony this is Ray, well Ray seems Bucky and I have to get going. Good seeing you.” You said with more confedience since you had Bucky and Tony. Tony lead you two back to his car, didn’t ask anything.

At the Tower everyone was waiting for you to start talking.

“Okay, no one say anything until I am finished because it’s hard to explain this. When I was in my last year of high school, my mom and I got into this big fight about what I wanted to do in college. I left the house, walking to my friend to cool off. I stupidly thought I was taking a short cut, next thing I know there is a rag placed over my mouth and nose. when I woke up I was in a room with no windows and soundproof walls. Turns out, Ray kidnapped me, drove through two states, and changed his name. The first day he explained what would happen if I ran away, after he came back with a lighter, bandages, rubber gloves, rope and knife. He took one of my hands, tied it behind my back. He said if I moved it would be worse. He ended up heating up the knife blade and burned all my fingerprints. The theory was if I was ever found, they couldn’t use my fingerprints to identify me. For the next two years he abused me, I got away once but when he dislocated my hips. The second time I ran away I was finally free. Went back to my hometown to find that my mom had moved away. So I decided to start a new life, moved to New York, work at Starbucks fulltime. It worked until I stupidly decided to help out this team of superheros that were getting there ass kicked.” You dare not look up at anyone, then you feel someone pull you into a hug. It was Bruce. When he pulled back he wiped the tears off your cheeks.

“I think that this team of superhero’s needs to pay this guy a visit.” Clint said with a smirk. Natasha pulled you into her and started rubbing your hair.

“I think we should personally introduce him to the big guy. What do you think Bruce?” Steve asked.