#the Killer's identity is closer to getting revealed

[llamaisllama777]

THE DAILY*/WEEKLY* LAES,TSAMS,EAPS REVIEW SHOW!!!

Off the bat with an amazing episode.

I LOVED this episode. We're finally getting into all the trauma Moon has faced. Everything he's ever done. Everything he ever did. It's all coming back, and he's really not doing well. He was too afraid of Nexus to help Sun.

Moon was afraid. MOON. WAS. AFRAID.

I never thought I'd hear those words.

This episode also made me realize that Moon's sacrifice really did mean nothing! Moon died for nothing. Killcode got to live for a bit, but he still died. Moon's death led to the creation of New Moon/Nexus. If Moon had just accepted his killcode instead of trying to get rid of it, none of this would have happened. Moon's death really did do more harm than good.

Earth really came in clutch here. This was basically a pseudo-therapy episode. (I miss those episodes. Those episodes were always neat)

Earth, you say you may not know what to say sometimes or you don't know what to do but when you do you really do!

I'm also glad Earth and Monty are being more honest with the other cause they are really cute, and I want these characters to be happy.

NEXT EPISODE...

Jack and Sun? Hanging out? YYYYEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I loved this episode a lot, too. It's nice to Jack and Sun finally getting a chance to bond while Solar, Moon, and Monty battle the little barbershop of horrors plant outside. Sun and Jack actually make decent friends. I hope we get more of them hanging out and their dynamic. I loved how Jack finally was able to tell Sun that he felt threatened by Sun's friendship with Dazzle. I was hoping they would eventually talk that out, and I'm so glad it happened!

Things I learned in today's episode

1. Jack doesn't like ranged weapons like guns. (He likes throwing knives, though)

2. Jack has seen every James Bond film. Jack is a Bond fan.

3. Jack can kill a man with a pencil

4. Monty can build anything out of anything

Also, I really hope someone draws a picture of Jack dressed as V from V for Vendetta! Please, someone, draw that! I beg of the!

Also, I thought that scene where Jack was singing Walk the Moon's "Shut up and dance with me" when they were watching the ballroom fight scene from one John Wick movies

And lastly...

Welp. I'm glad they're friends. Shame it took the death of a kid for them to do so.

Jake was nice. He seemed so innocent. I actually felt super sad and worried when they said he died. I was like, "Oh no! Did the killer get to him?!" But no. He just passed..... I honestly think that's sadder for some reason.

Moon, Sun, and Eclipse are working through that loss, and I'm glad to see F.C. and Andrew are working through their own thing.

Yep, as I suspected F.C. is traumatized by what he saw. Seriously, Eclipse, a heads up would have been nice. I'm happy to see F.C. and Andrew get along. They have come a long way since well everything. I also thought it was funny when F.C. said he hated Andrew. I genuinely expected Andrew to be the one to hate F.C. not the other way around.

WE GOT A CLUE ON WHO THE KILLER COULD BE!!!

When F.c. and Andrew was leaving parts and service. Andrew found an open spray can of yellow paint.... the same yellow as the bunny suit the killer wore. The killer is indeed an employee or The Mimic (I will die on that hill till proven otherwise), so the Killer's suit isn't actually yellow, and he has access to the parts and service room. The Killer's identity is closer to being revealed! I. CAN'T. WAIT!

I loved today's episodes. Especially TLAES one.

12/10 👍👏

[maviezz]

Mr. GhostFace

Pairing: Stu Macher × Fem! Reader

Summary: You where on a phone call with your friend laying on your bed, when suddenly you hear something stumbling behind you…

Genre: Smut

cw: fingering, knife play, stalking, mentions of murder, dubcon (lowkey)

Word Count: 2,2k

pd: this is my first ever fic, so please let me know if there’s a spelling mistake or anything, I’ll be glad to know!!

after finishing up a gruesome murder accompanied by his accomplice, Billy, Stu ended up near your place. Picture this: he's walking down the street, fleeing from the morbid crime he had just committed, and oops, there's your house all lit up like a Friday night. Curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't resist checking it out.

Stu's not your typical guest, and you're not big on inviting folks over. No need to bother with doorbells for him. Instead, he takes the unconventional route and climbs up to your unconventionally opened window.

So, there he is, peeping through, his eyes scanning your room , then his gaze falling on your body, trying his hardest not to make any noise that might startle you. You're having a regular chat with your friend, over the phone, not knowing you've got an unexpected audience. Stu's like, "Hey, I'm just here for the show” but little do you know, he's been high-key obsessed with you, ever since he fist laid his eyes on you.

Lying on your stomach during the phone call,swinging your feet in the air while casually twirling strands of hair. Unbeknownst to you, Stu looms as a silent observer. His gaze, a mix of fascination and a hint of obsession is fixed on every animated expression. The ordinary act of twirling hair and swinging feet becomes an unwitting performance for Stu, who watches with an eerie intensity, emotions oscillating between anticipation and a peculiar connection to the conversation. The air is charged with the unspoken presence of this uninvited spectator. In an unsettling twist, Stu makes a fateful move, generating a subtle noise that draws your attention.

A sense of unease permeates the air as I detect fumbling behind my back, a shiver coursing through as the realization dawns—window is wide open. Dread takes hold; a killer is on the loose, and turning around becomes a perilous decision. Despite the inner turmoil, curiosity prevails, and I slowly shift my body and slowly turn my head back to where the noise was coming from. The visual that greets me is bone-chilling. A visceral scream tears through the air as my eyes meet those of the masked killer, an embodiment of the very fear that lurked in the shadows.

He sensed the fear etched across my face, a pang of regret gnawing at his heart. Contrary to the ominous aura, he harbored no intentions of harm; instead, a fascination with the sight of innocence under the pale moonlight took root within him. "Don't be afraid, baby," he whispered, his emotions masked by the cold exterior of his hidden face.

His tall silhouette loomed above, a revelation that he exceeded my mental image. Gradually, he eased into my personal space, his voice softening the eerie atmosphere. "No harm will come to you from me... I just wanted to get closer to my cute crush." The unexpected confession hung in the air, a disconcerting blend of fear and an oddly misplaced sense of flattery. A chill ran down my spine as his cold, gloved touch made contact with the skin on my cheek. Beneath the black robe and mask, his warmth was an unsettling contrast. Struggling to recognize his voice, an unsettling realization dawned –The psychotic killer that is terrorizing Woodsboro was inside my room, his hand grazing against my face.

"W-what do you mean? Who are you?" I stammered, the air thick with uncertainty. However, the futility of my inquiry hung in the silence; it was evident he had no intention of revealing his identity. His gloved hand traced a light caress along my cheek, savoring the softness of my skin. With audacious intent, he gently tilted my face upward, our eyes locking beneath the eerie glow of the moonlight. "Call me Ghostface," he uttered, the words hanging in the air.

"P-please don't kill me..." I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear. The Ghostface's touch sent shivers down my spine as he carefully pushed me down onto the bed, his firm grip holding my jaw. His knee positioned in between my legs created a sense of vulnerability. Although the option to run was within reach, a peculiar force seemed to immobilize me, as if my body had taken on a will of its own, drawn to the mysterious enigma of the man on top of me. The room hung heavy with suspense, the moonlight casting an eerie glow over our unsettling connection.

A devilish smile played on Ghostface's lips beneath his masked face as he sensed my lack of resistance. With a sinister grace, he pulled himself closer, a strange yet intense sensation coursing through his entire being as my delicate form pressed against him. "Don't worry, baby... I only wanna play with you," he whispered, the words hanging in the air, dripping with an ominous promise that left the room steeped in an unsettling tension. I gasped in horror as Ghostface pulled out a knife, holding it softly against my neck. "Please..." I pleaded, the dread tightening its grip on my trembling form. Slowly, he ran the blade down my chest, tearing my shirt and exposing a vulnerability that left me in display for him to feast on. A mixture of fear and helplessness hung in the air, as my breath got caught in my throat.

A shiver of anticipation ran through the Ghostface as he felt my soft skin against him. He savored the moment, relishing the intimacy, before teasingly pulling away. "You have beautiful tits” he remarked, his thumb tracing slow circles on one of my sensitive peaks, the air hung heavy with tension.

“m-mhm- fuck!” A gentle, almost imperceptible sound escaped my lips—a soft mewl—when his cold-gloved fingers delicately traced the contours of my nipple, each touch sending subtle shivers through my whole body.

The Ghostface couldn't help but express his delight through a low grunt, leaning in to whisper, “You're so captivating... I've dreamt of having you like this.'" My breath caught sharply as he violently tore apart my shirt, the fabric being tossed across the room...

“p-please don’t do this” My mind recoiled, hesitant and fearful, yet my body, in stark contrast, responded with an undeniable allure. Despite the trepidation, the man behind the mask exuded a captivating charm that stirred within me a sense of arousal, the wet spot on my panties making it impossible to hide.

He smirked behind the mask as you tried to push him away while also reacting to his touch. He slowly trailed his gloved hand down your stomach, making your skin tingle in anticipation “I won't do anything you don't want, baby." His hand found its way to the hem of your panties, slowly pushing them down to reveal your shivering and oh so damp folds. The scent of arousal was overpowering in the small room, making him even harder than before. He leaned in closer, his hot breath caressing your neck “You're so wet for me... It's like you want it."

My palms met his chest, pressing them flat against it, detecting a subtle firmness. "I'm going to call the cops," I stammered, my voice wavering. His eyes met mine as I felt the warmth of his chest beneath my hands.A sly grin adorned his lips, and he remarked, "Go ahead, make the call. But can they beat the clock?" The room seemed to pulse with tension as I hesitated, torn between the urge to reach for my phone and the magnetic pull of the man before me. His eyes held a challenge, daring me to follow through on my threat.

As the seconds stretched, I could sense the weight of his challenge in the air. The room became a battleground of wills, my hand still lingering on his chest. The unspoken tension crackled, I decided that it was best for me not to piss him off. The Ghostface smirked, enjoying your confusion. “Good choice, princess... but don't be surprised if my next move leaves you drenched." He slowly pushed his middle through your wet folds, moaning quietly as he felt just how ready you were for him. He pulled his finger out and teased your swollen clit in slow circles making it throb against his touch. A soft moan escaped my lips involuntarily as his touch sent shivers through me, his thumb pressing wet circles on my hardened nub . "F-fuck-Please don't do this," I whispered, my plea hanging in the charged air between us.

He continued toying with you, feeling your body become more and more aroused under his fingertips. He leaned in closer and whispered softly in your ear “You're such a tease, baby... making me hard for you." His voice was low and seductive as he felt your wetness begin to drip onto his finger. The realization struck him like lightning— he knew, in that very moment, that he desired you.

Flushed with embarrassment, I found myself incapable of pulling away or resisting. My pussy was glistening with my arousal, my body succumbing gradually to the allure of his touch. "D-don't," I stammered, the plea escaping my lips amid the internal struggle.Ghostface sensed your body yielding to him and couldn't resist any longer.

With a sudden movement, he slipped two long fingers into your wet cunt making you gasp in surprise. He slid them in and out slowly savoring the feeling of your warmth surrounding him. His other hand cupped your left breast, fondling it softly, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath the latex of his glove. “s-stop!” i whimpered faintly, the feeling of his middle finger inside my aching core was heady mixture of intoxication and delight sweeping over me, compelling my fingers to delicately clench the bedsheets beneath my quivering body, each thread bearing witness to the intensity of the moment.

He chuckled softly, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down on you. His fingers found your sweet spot and began to tease it mercilessly, causing your hips to buck up against him in desperation. "Do you like that, hmm?"

With a gradual nod, I acknowledged my surrender. Lost in his touch, the resistance that once lingered vanished; I no longer felt the need to push him away.

The Ghostface saw your submission and pushed his fingers deeper inside you, curling them to maximize your pleasure. Your breathing grew heavier as the sensation began to consume you, making you feel like a bundle of fire. “I'll give you what you want... just let me have my fill." He watched with satisfaction as your body arched under his touch. His other hand reached over to your core and circled your clit in time with his fingers, driving you closer and closer to the edge. With a groan, he leaned in closer, his masked face against your ear. "You're mine now”. He coos. In that shared moment of lust and pure passion, the room seemed to shrink, enveloping us in a cocoon of intimacy. We were entangled in a dance, where every touch, and every pump of his fingers inside my sopping hole spoke more than words possibly could.

“m’gonna cum~”i grunted softly, my hips bucking onto his fingers, my back slightly arching off the bed, spit was dripping down my mouth. The scene unfolded like a cliché scenario from a porn movie, akin to something you might find on a Blockbuster rental shelf—undeniably sensual and provocative. He felt your pussy clamp around his fingers as you reached the peak of pleasure.

He rode the wave with you, relishing every tremble until it slowly subsided. His eyes roved over your flushed and sweat-drenched body, making him even harder “That's it baby, cum for me." his fingers kept pumping inside of me as I milked my orgasm, my whole body shook in pleasure, soft gasps leaving my body “f-fuck…” I muttered, my chest rising up and down softly as I came down from the high of the wrecking orgasm.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, coating them with your arousal. He brought them up to his mask and breathed in deeply, savoring your scent before trailing them over your sensitive clit “You're delicious, baby."

A loud moan involuntarily escaped my mouth in response to the unexpected slap across my drenched cunt. "O-ow!" I exclaimed, the sting resonating with a mixture of surprise and discomfort.

The Ghostface's wicked laughter echoed, a chilling soundtrack to my discomfort. "You wanted it, now take it like a good girl," his words, laced with dominance, hung in the air, adding a layer of intensity to the unfolding scene. "Why are you leaving?" I questioned, the vulnerability in my voice evident, as he stood up from the bed and adjusted his robe. My gaze followed him as he walked towards the window. A smile played on his lips, but you couldn’t see it. He looked down at me over his shoulder. "I'll see you soon. Don't forget our little secret," he whispered before vanishing from sight.

Left in his wake, a mix of arousal and puzzlement lingered, the room now filled with the aftermath of an enigmatic encounter.

Confusion swept over me, grappling with the surreal reality of the town's masked murderer appearing in my room, fingering me, and then abruptly vanishing as if nothing. The experience felt terrifyingly unbelievable, leaving me bewildered in its wake.

[shall-we-die]

Can I please request Moriarty brother and Sherlock crushing on a female detective reader? Reader has a special type of psychic power where she can read people's mind and also she can see dead people's souls and can interact with them. Because of those powers she quickly became one of the top detectives. One day she met the Moriartys and Sherlock and they started to develop feelings for her (individually) but she doesn't want to be with them cause she knows their true nature and that they kill people.

Thank you ❤️

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{"Why not me?"}

☰[Main list]•⊰ Moriarty the patriot

↬[A/N]•⊰ Hello dear anonymous 🫂

Thanks for you patience. Hope you enjoy my writing and sorry if it's not good enough.

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As far as I can tell, y/n doesn't like Moriarty brothers, why should she like men who hurt others? Although she is not interested in Sherlock either, but spending time with Sherlock is definitely more enjoyable than Moriarty brothers. However, in this post, Sherlock is not the main character, but Moriarty brothers are. They think the y/n is interested in Sherlock... and now, they're jealous.

He is fascinated and attracted to them intellect and their occupation as a detective.

He knows that he should avoid them but still cannot help but find them attractive and wants to be closer to them.

He secretly admires y/n for their determination and their ability to solve cases, which he finds both impressive and admirable.

He struggles to balance his growing feelings for y/n with the knowledge that he is a criminal who must keep things from them.

His usual serious demeanor is shaken whenever he interacts with y/n, he sometimes ends up stuttering and becoming flustered.

He tries to control his reactions around them, but sometimes his heart skips a beat when she gives him a sharp glare.

He occasionally gets lost in thought while looking at y/n, only to snap back into reality when he remembers that he needs to keep his distance from them.

He starts to become more cautious and cautious when speaking to y/n, making sure not to say anything that could potentially reveal his true identity or actions.

He secretly wishes that y/n could see past his criminal life and see the person that he truly is beneath his mask.

William would be frustrated and jealous, feeling that Sherlock is stealing the attention and affection of his potential love interest.

He might feel annoyed and irritated at Sherlock's behavior, especially when Sherlock flirts with y/n or shows off his deduction skills in front of them.

He might try to undermine or sabotage Sherlock in some way, either by setting him up for failure or using his own intelligence to outshine Sherlock in some way.

William might also try to understand why y/n is attracted to Sherlock, trying to figure out what Sherlock has that he lacks. He might even start to doubt himself and feel insecure about his own abilities and qualities.

William might feel conflicted about his feelings for y/n. On one hand, he feels attracted to them and longs for their affection, but on the other hand, he feels frustration and annoyance at their preference for Sherlock.

He might try to analyze and understand the dynamics between them, perhaps even trying to manipulate the situation to his advantage.

Oh... it seems y/n has changed the whole story.

If Albert's love interest is a detective, who isn't attracted to him because they know he's a killer, he'd be a little frustrated to say the least.

He'd most likely try and swoon them, or at least get them interested in him, and would *definitely* tease them in an attempt to gain their attention.

He'd probably send them flowers often, and would be very confused as to why they are not attracted to him.

Obviously he'd also ask them why they aren't interested in him, and would probably be in denial if they actually told him the honest truth.

He'd also try and do "smooth" flirting, and would *definitely* be a lot more subtle with how he shows his attraction to them. He'd tease them every chance he could get, and would continue to give them gifts.

Y/n ends up slapped him on the face.

Sherlock is incredibly jealous of the amount of attention the Moriarty brothers are paying to his crush.

He has a habit of watching his crush like a hawk whenever they're within view of the brothers. He is constantly analyzing every interaction they have together.

He will try to make his intentions clearer and become more obvious in his affections. He will find any excuse to interact with his crush, in an effort to be close to them.

He becomes a little territorial and jealous. Especially if y/n gets close to either of them.

He will try to show his crush that he is better than the brothers in every way he can think of.

Sherlock will go out of his way to help them for whatever thing she's investigating, because he's a simp (secretly).

[thunderandsage]

hannibal fic recs

(in honor of my first ever fandom… yea i get the implications of how that makes me look 😂 anyways, i tend to like the hannibal fics that are closer to the tone and content of the series vs some of the more popular ones jsyk, and i’m putting the more “same characters, different vibes ” fics in the bottom section. my absolute favorites recs are the ones with red titles)

SEASON 1 ERA/VIBES

Pièce Montée, 3k words, episode-style case fic with well-written original characters and plot, sympathetic killers, would kill (ha) for this to be an actual episode on the show

where there is smoke, there is fire, 3k, georgia madchen character study, reading experience comparable to the joy and dread of watching sparks catch on kindling

Foreplay, 1.5k, despite the title not a smut fic but is actually a hannibal character study which takes the premise “seeing people as meat” and seeing how he does/doesn’t view people’s humanity

SEASON 2 ERA/VIBES

Salome, 6k words, tension, delves into the dark obsessive side of oscar wilde’s work, excellent hannibal pov

As Smoke to Flame, 3k, wherein the seduction does include fucking and predictably doesn’t make anything better, focuses on the inherent angst and betrayal of will’s ploy

Trotline, 7k, takes the fluffy-sounding premise of “will takes hannibal fishing” and makes it uh hannibal, an incredible take on hannibal’s sadism/cruelty, gorgeous looming sense of dread

each according to its own kind, 192k, after getting released will ditches the fbi and leaves for the other side of the continent, a love letter to the pacific northwest, the best will graham interpretation i have ever seen, slowburn character study, bonus points bc hannibal gets decked not once but twice in glorious detail, john steinbeck vibes, one of my favorite pieces of writing ever

pitiful things sometimes born in hospitals, 8k, daemon au where will has yet another difference, not a hannigram fic, beverly/will vibes, bittersweet and tragic

your heart is a vast stone desert, 10k, a conversation goes left field and enters the thorny splendor of psychedelic imagery and the most sinuous dialogue you’ve ever read, takes inspiration from ives’s play venus in fur

SEASON 3 ERA/VIBES

Silver Springs, 2k, a Dolce “let’s make this worse,” non-linear writing, heavy angst but god it hurts so good, gorgeous feels from the eponymous song

Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks, 6k, a short scene in the BSHCI, what it means to be loved gently by a monster, grotesque and tender at the same time

highway 190, 10k, will graham growing up as a queer man in the deep south and beyond, religious trauma, prose as vivid and striking as a poisonous snake

Churrasco, 2k, leans into the avant-garde vibes of the show, all characters start out using false identities and you get to see them revealed slowly

Au Natur, 9k, a bleak but beautiful imagining of post-fall hannigram, fully embraces will graham’s manipulative tendencies

forgiveness, 1k, a poem-with-footnotes format as Will attempts to explain what his life has become to his father

Sins of Omission, 15k, Jack Crawford’s perspective on the development of hannigram, regret, very good outsider pov

VIBES-ADJACENT (aka fics that don’t ��feel hannibal” or are vy AU, but are vy good nonetheless)

Adrasteia, 96k words, Kitchen Nightmares AU, nsfc (not safe for chilton), a hilariously sarcastic and done(tm) will graham, the first long hannibal fic that i read

Black Swan, 10k, as per the tags “all serial killers are birds, some birds are serial killers,” a cracky Swan Lake AU

Separately to a Wood, 13k, a “love at first sight” leads to “proposal during the breakfast scene,” soft

They Came to Florence or: Plagiarize This Fic, 5k, hannibal is a huge fan of will graham’s novels and becomes incensed when someone plagiarizes them, the author was apparently inspired to write this after someone plagiarized one of her fics and i respect that

Poppies, 5k, wherein it is acknowledged that for all the horror she’s been through abigail is just a teenage girl and is allowed some soft moments

their beaks not yet turned red, 134k, magical realism au where the baby does miraculously save the marriage, includes hilarious takes on the inherent absurdities of hannibal’s trial

Be Your Dog, 4k, a rock band au that adapts will graham’s proverbial “descent to the dark side” with an ominous intensity

Sagittarius, 13k, a salem witch trials au where will seeks to avenge abigail’s death by any means necessary, dark but cathartic

a siphon; to pass through, 71k, will has type one diabetes and hannibal is an infuriatingly smug vampire, crack but extremely well-written

[haddonfieldwhore]

surprise - ethan landry

🔪❗️SPOILERS FOR SCREAM 6 ❗️🔪

🔪❗️SPOILERS FOR SCREAM 6 ❗️🔪

heavily insp. @gothicknightz

warnings: blood, violence, death, language, last warning- major spoilers for the movie, although some of the plot is changed/not exact, i don’t like how this turned out so let me know what you think

blood dripped down your arm from a knife wound you’d failed to avoid as you ran from the pair of killers. the two of them wiped the blood from their knives in sync as you and sam tried to pull tara away from chad who lay bleeding out on the floor at their feet.

“go!” you yelled, pushing the sisters in front of you back towards the main room of the theatre. the three of you were in the center of the room as kirby, bleeding from her forehead stumbled into the room holding a gun. through the locked gate behind you, detective bailey entered the theatre, his gun pointed toward kirby as she returned the gesture. it was all a blur as detective bailey shot kirby, and one of the ghostfaces entered the room to stand next to him. same and tara muttered words of disbelief.

not noticing the other one sneak up behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and you felt the cold sensation of a knife being held against your throat. you screamed as you were held tight by the killer, unable to move without the blade digging into your neck. sam and tara stared at you, moving to help but stopping when faced with a gun and two knife wielding killers.

still holding you with one arm, the ghostface who had you reached up and removed their mask, and your heart dropped.

“e..ethan?” you stuttered, as you slid down to sit at the floor at his feet, the knife still held to your throat. your legs couldn’t hold you up anymore, and you realized you had a knife wound on your leg that you hadn’t noticed until now; the adrenaline having blocked out the pain. but it all came crashing down on you now as you looked up at your boyfriend in shock.

“surprise- my names not ethan landry!” ethan explained. “it really wasn’t that hard to juke the roommate lottery. and to think, all i had to do was room with a condescending alpha, literally names chad; fuck it felt good to kill him!” than yelled, smiling.

“so that means…..” sam looked at the other masked killer. “…mindy?” she asked in disbelief; by process of elimination, she was the only one of the friend group left. the killer removed their mask to reveal the identity of the final ghostface.

“quinn? but - you died,” tara said in shock, as the ginger girl shook her hair out from under the costume.

“kinda didn’t,” she shrugged. “easy way to get off the suspect list though.” quinn laughed.

detective bailey taunted sam, the older carpenter sister putting the pieces together that the three killers were richie’s family, richie having been the killer in the last ghostface killing spree back in woodsboro, as well as having pretended to be sams boyfriend to get close to her. now they wanted revenge for sam killing richie. sam began to shit talk richie to his father, calling him pathetic and a man baby, before quinn and detective bailey attacked sam and tara.

“ethan…” you groaned, feeling the effects of the few knife wounds you had. he crouched down behind you, positioning you between his knees as hi stroked your hair with the hand that held the knife; his other arm still holding you tight so you could run away.

“shhhh,” he cooed next to your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “i never wanted you to get hurt -“ he whispered, placing the knife back to your throat as he watched sam come back towards the two of you. “stay there, sam!” ethan threatened. neither you or ethan noticed tara creeping behind ethan, a brick in her hand ready to swing at his head. the hit never came though, because as sam stepped closer to grab you from ethan, your hand wrapped around ethan’s on the handle of the knife and drove it into her stomach.

“no!” tara yelled from behind you, before being tackled by quinn, who you noticed was bleeding from her mouth and missing a few teeth. sam looked up at you and ethan in shock, before you kicked her backwards, a spray of blood coming out of her stomach with the knife as she fell onto the ground. detective bailey joined the chaos in the room, looking proudly at you and ethan as your boyfriend extended a hand to help you up off the ground. his arms wrapped around you to hold you up on your injured leg, and he pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss.

“you too?” sam asked as ethan handed you a spare knife.

“not exactly,” you started to explain, but detective bailey took over.

“think of this as an initiation; sure ethan trusted them, even told them it was him, back at your apartment.” he laughed. “i mean it was kinda obvious though- them being the only one who didn’t wind up with any major injuries and all.” detective bailey gave ethan a look as if to criticize the fact that he left you relatively unharmed. “i will say though; they’re quite a convincing actor.” he gestured to you.

“you knew- after anika? after we thought quinn..” tara yelled. “why?”

“what can i say, tara.” you laughed.

“the things we do for love.”

[lycanpunk666]

so LET'S TALK VENGEANCE SAGA.

I'M HAPPY TO. I can start by giving some opinions on the songs... Not Sorry For Loving You: (6.5/10) Musically beautiful, I really loved the tune and Calypso's voice is heavenly, and I think that the choice to have Eurylochus of all people (??) join in the chorus of 'not sorry for loving you' was an interesting choice and I think it's fitting since Eurylochus DID love Odysseus and the crew and his decisions pushed Odysseus away(?). And I do like that it showed Calypso's backstory and all and EXPLAINED her actions. She's incredibly tragic. Actions very much explained but not justified lol. Like I think she's written realistically and all but yeah. Idk. Dangerous: (7/10) I like Hermes' voice here, I think the clips I saw for this song revealed a little too much/affected my enjoyment of it. It's a bop! The inclusion of the wind bag here was an interesting choice I think. Charybdis: (4/10) Not bad or anything, just boring. Extremely unremarkable to me and doesn't have much of its own identity besides getting from A to B. Get In The Water: (9.5/10)

Fucking KILLER ass song, extremely ominous instrumental beginning. I loved it. Poesidon's voice is incredible, the tune is great, shatter the ocean was insane and I know some people are gonna do incredible things with it. The RASP, dude, the RASP! No idea where the more feminine background voices for some of the Poseidon lines came from, it's an interesting choice but I've got no ideas as to who that is and what that means. I LOVED the reoccurrence of the crew ghosts. 600 Strike: (9/10) A little cheesy, and I agree with a few people that the windbag jetpack in the official animatics was really. Not the best choice (beautifully made, I could FEEL the effort in that 3d animation). This felt very anime-esque and it for sure has its own aesthetic lmao? But it didn't get that good until the second half where Odysseus went all RIP AND TEAR UNTIL IT IS DONE. I really like the point that Poseidon created the monster that is Odysseus-- And the fact that he tortured a god with his own weapon was METAL. That is. So sick. Not to mention it's a great closer to this whole Ruthlessness arc.

[danganronpa-shipping-galore]

✨Danganronpa "As a Ship" New & Improved Edition #3 ✨

Canon Fueled Facts:

At the beginning of V3, neither of them really interact much and seem mostly neutral with each other. However, in the very 1st class trial, Kokichi remarks that Maki easily looks like she can kill someone, only for Maki to simply wave him off. This implies that Kokichi had a hunch about Maki's secret from the start.

Another point worth noting is when Kokichi argues against Kaede about strong arming everyone during the Death Road of Despair situation, Maki seems to agree with his point of view.

When it's officially revealed that she's an assassin, he refers to her as "killer girl" and says it's best to avoid her. Despite provoking her often, he immediately stops when she shoots him with a death glare. However, at the end of the 3rd class trial, Maki says that she'll work hard to gain everyone's trust, which seems to genuinely and pleasantly surprise Kokichi.

However, the more antagonistic Kokichi is towards the group (especially towards Kaito) and eventually claims to be the mastermind, Maki starts being incredibly hostile towards him and promises to take him down, even if she and the rest of the group have to go down with him.

After Kokichi's death, Maki seems to go back to simply viewing him as a strange, confusing, and troublesome person. She also asks Shuichi's opinion about Kaito's trust in Kokichi to end the killing game.

Bonus material:

In Kokichi's relationship chart, Maki says that he looks like a short villain, and in Maki's chart, Kokichi says that hiding is useless (referring to her secret identity as an assassin.)

In UTDP, Kokichi lies to Akane, telling her that Maki enjoys fighting. When Akane brings this up to Maki, she says exasperatedly that Akane has been lied to. In this universe, Maki seems to not have as strong of resentment towards him. Showing that if Kokichi didn't lie about being the mastermind and wasn't so antagonistic towards Kaito, there would be no hostility between the two of them.

In DRS, when the countdown to everyone killing each other is almost over, Kokichi says that things are getting excited, which concerns and confuses her.

Headcanons:

Tend to butt heads often.

It's challenging for either of them to open up to others, and it takes a while for them to do so, but in the end it's what helps bring them closer together.

Maki can frighten Kokichi, but because of her daunting nature, she is his go-to person for dealing with anybody mistreating him.

They are both skilled runners so Kokichi would enjoy Maki chasing after him.

Kokichi would wake Maki up for her attention and affection, and while she would react groggily at first, she would welcome them cuddling together. Both of them find the warmth and closeness comforting.

Beneficial Similarities:

They possess clever, quick-witted minds and are particularly skilled at puzzles and mysteries. Maki would be a worthy opponent for Kokichi's mind games.

Complementary strengths:

Maki would likely be able to get Kokichi to settle down when he goes too far. She can keep him grounded when needed (most of the time anyway.)

Though Kokichi sometimes goes too far, in the end, he would likely want Maki to unwind and have some fun.

Main Struggles:

Quiet & Serious + Loud & Playful = Pure chaos!

Expressing their love:

Like how she is with anyone she cares about, Maki could be very protective over Kokichi.

Kokichi would likely enjoy provoking and challenging Maki so he could get a reaction out of her.

Their mutual love language would likely be playful bickering and expressing their sensitive sides openly without needing to hide behind their usual masks.

Tropes:

Opposites Attract

Enemies to lovers (in V3 anyway)

[whoreinadegradingway]

Oh look who’s sorry, now their answering to me

Tim was so tried, of the suspicious glares form Dick and Bruce even Steph, of being forgotten with the only people who would remember him on a regular and check up on him having tried to kill him. He just wanted to be welcomed in his home, not treated like and outsider to his family.

Harley noticed and offered to let him stay with her and pam. He accepted, Dami was heartbroken that the only two people who didn’t view him as a killer had left him.

Tim’s pov.

Living with Harley and Ivey was easy, though i wasn’t expecting to meet Harleys son Danny, he is kind and always makes sure i’m ok and doing well, He makes sure i’ve slept and eaten, he made me feel like i’m not a burden. So when he proposed that we start dating, of course i said yes. After dating for about a year we got our own two bedroom apartment, Damian would often stay with us to get away from Bruce’s bullshit. After two more year Danny proposed with Damian’s help, (3 years of dating) I had never stopped being RR. After a year and a half we both revealed our secret identity’s. Once we were engaged I moved into the place in the infinite realms. Damian moved with us. we consider ellie and dami our kids they get along like siblings being closer in age. Our wedding was grand the ghost called it the marriage between hero’s or, to kind souls becoming one. Danny got my father to walk me down the aisle. I hadn’t seen him in years it was like a dream come true, Dami was my best man with Jason and Connor and some other old friends as my groomsmen. Danny had all three of his siblings along with his two oldest friends. We were both over joyed the celebration was amazing, everyone that had made a positive impact on our lives were there Cass showed up and it was like the icing on the cake.

3rd person pov. Time skip three years.

Bruce was going insane it had been three years since he’d seen his youngest two kids, he know he’d treated them both badly Tim more so then Dami. He was in a JL meeting when a green portal opened and swallowed all the hero’s. When the shock wore off they saw that they were in what appeared to be a court room. They were chained in the center de-masked. A man sat in he judges spot. “Who are you and where are we” someone yelled bruce didn’t care, he couldn’t believe that his second youngest whom he believed to be dead stood there look healthier then when he live with bruce. “Oh, well i’m the king/queen of the infinite realms and you are all here as witnesses” (i stand gender fluid Tim Drake) “Tim what’s the meaning of this” Bruce yelled as he was left in the center while the other members filled the stands. “Darling I think your going to be quite a bias judge” a new voice spoke up, and a man with electric white hair slinked out of the shadows he was about 6’8 towering of Tim who stands at 5’10 average height. Tim tsked “why don’t you and Dami have a seat in the stands while i cover this one” “ Fine he responded Dami is already sitting there” The man bruce still didn’t know his name sat in the judges spot, “I Daniel Nightingale, holder of the ring of rage, King of the infinite realms ect. Charge Bruce Wanye with child abuse, child neglect and child endangerment, his punishment the nightmare realm” The man, Daniel had stated with a smirk, the magic users were shocked what had Bruce done to get this attention from both Kings of the infinite realms. “My dear i’m pretty sure that’s worse then what i was going to give him” The other male, Tim as they had learned said. “ well i’m sticking him with Vlad so it’s a fair trade” A childish laugh was heard Robin, the one that had gone missing sat there laughing as his father was put in the nightmare realm until they got borde of him. “ Well Tim off to the garden for tea with me” the boy had said “Of course” and the two walked off through the grand doors. Daniel watched with a smile before turning back to the remaining members “If you even dare to try anything you’ll be experiencing the nightmare realm first hand, got it?” He said as he smiled with to many teeth. silence followed by many heads nodding. “Good well off you go” they fell through another portal back to there meeting place. Danny smiled he now had a good life with an amazing family and he was going to let nothing harm them.

The end

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Would Death note change if Light had an identical twin? In one hand, Light would not share anything as he didn't with his family. But if the twin was closer to a clone (as with the Bella twins discussed in this blog), it would make things significantly harder for Light. I don't know if they would be able to make a long alliance, given their pride, but what do you think?

The horrible post anon's referencing.

Interesting. Not much would change but we'd get even more family drama.

The Thing About Light and Kira

Light didn't decide to become Kira until after he'd accidentally killed using the Death Note. At which point, he decided a) because he was a murderer b) because that murder in his eyes was justified and the world was a 'better' place he had to go all in. Before that point, he was bored yes, but it took him about a day to decide to kill every heinous criminal he possibly could (at which point Ryuk became very impressed and interested).

So even an alien experiment Light Yagami clone from birth who is identical in every way would not be Kira just because the other Light is Kira. From what we see in the Yotsuba Arc, Light without having take the step to kill himself and decide to become Kira, from an outsider's perspective, thinks Kira is fucking insane and heinous and absolutely should be stopped.

Which is where twinny mc twin comes in.

The Other Thing About Having Two Light Yagamis

Light in canon is the first born son. There's Sayu, yes, but she's several years younger than him and it's established early on that Light is extremely brilliant and that Sayu while sweet is normal. Light adores his little sister and were it not for Kira they'd have maintained a great relationship (as it is, Light distances himself from his family and something truly awful happens to Sayu, but he never stops caring about her).

However, Light now has a twin and they are equal on every level. Light is highly competitive and a perfectionist and so I imagine while he loves his twin (as he's extremely family oriented as a character) there's also a lot of tension and a complicated relationship as both feel they have to be the best and out do the other.

We're not talking about people who are each other's best friend, confidante, or even get along all that well beyond the nebulous idea of being closely related.

Even if Light were so inclined, this isn't someone he'd want to confide in and someone he'd be extremely wary of.

What Does Twin Know?

As you note, Light takes great pains to keep his family in the dark. His father dies believing Light isn't Kira as Light had gone to great lengths so he was not technically owner of the notebook when his father viewed him with the eyes.

Sayu and Sachiko who had no direct involvement in the case were kept very in the dark about the case details and investigation.

Remember also the reason Light was able to track the investigation so closely was that he hacked his father's computer and was looking at files directly from the NPA homicide division. Soichiro was extremely tight lipped about details and never revealed to what extent he (and later Light) were involved in the Kira case. The family could figure out the answer was "heavily" but it was nothing outright said and god knows what Sayu and Sachiko were told about that time Light disappeared for several months with no contact, no appearances at his university, and was not able to call home.

I doubt it was "a detective has handcuffed him to himself and is unrelentingly convinced he's a serial killer".

And note that later Light has as much information as he has because he 'joins' the task force. By that point, the general NPA had been cut out and Light no longer had useful police files on the investigation.

Point being, twin has very limited information.

Light Becomes Kira, Twin Does Not

So, we start off in canon. Twin notices Light behaving strangely for a few days but doesn't think much of it. Light's always been fairly solitary and being locked up in his room after school isn't... too weird.

It's not immediately obvious what's happening, either, as people at first did not put together the connection of Kira and then didn't want to put together the connection of Kira. It wasn't until Lind L. Taylor that Kira went from internet urban legend and weird coincidence to either a) a god like being having it out for the wicked or b) a human criminal psychic who has a very terrifying talent.

I imagine twin is dubious at the initial rumors pre the broadcast, while also being somewhat :/ about the coincidences. Twin doesn't know how bad it is, as twin only sees the news at this point which I imagine is censoring just how many are dying of heart attacks of all things, but it's still enough to be weird.

Then Lind L. Taylor happens and "what the fuck" is twin's initial response. Twin doesn't suspect Light, because that's insane and Light's not a psychic or vengeful god, but is instead just reeling from the fact that Kira exists and is doing this.

Twin is absolutely in support of their father being directly involved in the case and itching to be on the case themselves and dying that they're too young. I imagine they talk to Light about it (where Light has to act his little heart out) and both agree that they have to get into the homicide division as soon as possible to help catch this motherfucker.

"Oh well, hopefully L will manage it before that point," twin muses, as realistically that'll be another several years.

"YEAH, HOPEFULLY," Light says.

Twin won't internally notice anything's amiss for some time (as after the initial mental breakdown Light did a fantastic job pretending that everything was fine/not changing his behavior patterns) but then the FBI agents show up. Now, Light noticed he was followed in part because of a) Ryuk b) he was expecting this sort of thing. Twin may not notice, but if they do, I imagine they start wigging out because why are what are clearly government/police following them around. If they notice, twin probably confronts Light (not wanting to worry Sayu and Sachiko, and not wanting to push things with Soichiro) and Light will either have to a) gaslight b) agree "yeah it totally looks like we're both being followed, what's up with that?" Regardless, twin will notice when Light takes a girl??? to Space Land??? out of nowhere and think it's all very odd because Light doesn't do dates or girlfriends.

Where things could go... potentially sideways as since Light and Twin are the same person on paper--does L know which one's Kira? He never really has a concrete reason to suspect Light specifically. He narrows it down to Japan, a police family, then to the family of those followed by Raye Penber, and settles on Light as his primary suspect but--here's another young teenager, an idealist, who is as brilliant as Light.

L may use his voodoo powers to magically think Light is the correct one but--he may also not be sure which it is or if it's both. In which case Twin is in for a terrible terrible time in the future.

But before this post gets too long, I think I'll say I can see how Light would not be found out by Twin and Twin would either die ignorant or else be horrified and have to be murdered by Light when twin discovers what Light really is.

But I think it'd take some time to figure out or that they never would both because they have limited information, because suspecting Light would be insane, and because Light is their brother and that's a horrible truth to confront/admit.

[imminentinertia]

Pre DFF finale: brain churning, latching on to genre

I've nearly lost count of the number of genres Dead Friend Forever has pressed into service, but I'm trying to make a list, because I love this very good post on DFF and horror genres by @chaos0pikachu and that made me think about how much it's been throwing us around:

slasher essentially a frolicsome and fun horror subgenre, if not for those who see little amusement in some characters terrifying and murdering others:

the first frenzy about the curse of the film, Por impaling himself spectacularly

the masked would-be killer chasing various characters, notably Phee and Jin having to hide in something that looks very much like a funerary box

mystery thriller trying to solve one or more puzzles:

is Non alive, where did he go?

possibly the mystery of who is the killer with the mask - but that's more of a slasher staple and less of a mystery to be solved, slashers don't necessarily reveal the murderers' identity

horror of personality the villain is human and technically normal, but is awfully murderous and/or sadistic etc.:

Fluke's descent into madness - I think him shooting Top goes here rather than into the slasher basket, because it's notably done in front of everyone and not by the/a masked killer

Tan-New's losses escalating his focus on revenge

Keng being subtly menacing underneath the friendliness

note that Non's descent into vengeful violence doesn't count towards this genre, as he's the main victim in all the genres DFF uses

erotic thriller what it says on the tin, it's suspenseful but there's sex:

Tee, White and The Hand

Keng's arc including his manipulation of Non

Phee having sex with Jin with the primary secondary purpose of getting closer to the friends group

social drama and how. Surely they didn't have to go this hard. School bullying, money trouble and debt all the way into inhuman terms for repaying, class divide and upper class suppression of lower class, police corruption, inadequate health care, power abuse, motherfucking organ trafficking, the list goes on and the shift from episode 4 to 5 left me reeling.

Most of the genres DFF makes use of are of the horror/thriller variety, and while social drama definitely can cross-pollinate with other genres, DFF injects some social commentary into the first four slasher episodes but then drops the horror/thriller entirely. Then it proceeds to do a very well crafted critique of a number of societal issues, with no hint of anything horror-y, until it picks the suspenseful genres up again in the later episodes. I was still reeling when they turned the social commentary back into those.

gangster this may be stretching it a little because DFF doesn't really tell any stories from the gang life POV and the organised crime is present mostly as a threat to the characters, but:

Tee is a (low-ranking and untried) member of a criminal gang, working for his gangster uncle, and part of the story is told from his POV

and there's even romance! sweet sweet passion, affection, wooing etc. etc. etc.:

Phee falling like a broken parachute for Non and proceeding to do all the cute things in the world with him

Tee and White with their meet-cute and not too unsettling relationship (White has some lines that hint about a dynamic that may not be all sweet)

I'm sure I've forgotten about ten genres and subgenres.

There's one episode left, and while I fully understand wanting it to turn slasher/vengeance thriller/etc. again and MURDER ALL THE ASSHOLES IN CREATIVE WAYS, I'm very curious about what genre notes they end this on.

Personally I'm still stuck in the social commentary and expect the finale to be Mike Leigh levels of unhappy, but with a Final Girl walking away, and I have no idea at all who that would be. It would depend on how many Sharpened Screwdrivers it gets on the Leigh Scale (probably fewer than I think, it's probably not supposed to end entirely unhappily. 4/10?).

(Side note 1: for terrific examples of social commentary horror, check out George A. Romero's films.)

(Side note 2: horror of personality is one of my favourite genres and my absolute favourite such film of all times is Michael Haneke's Funny Games. I love it, it nearly made me throw up and I don't know if I can recommend watching it.)

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

KAEDE AKAMATSU (DANGANRONPA V3)

1.) (Spoilers for the game but)

First female protagonist in the three main games of the series. Advertised as the protagonist in all of the game’s trailers and was hyped up, only to get brutally killed off at the end of the first chapter for shock value and to be replaced with a male protagonist. It’s revealed in the end that the reason she died was completely made up and she was killed for convenience.

In the one chapter she’s in there’s a scene of her taking her shirt off, as well as a joke about the male protagonist accidentally looking up her skirt while she’s climbing a ladder. Her legacy for the rest of the game is basically to act as the male protagonist’s reason for character development as he tries to become stronger.

2.) So disclaimer first that I think Kaede is actually really well-written as a character. She’s interesting and feels fleshed out and despite dying early on, she haunts the narrative so strongly that she was one of my favorite characters for the whole game AND she’s vital to the climax of the story. All that said…

Kaede was marketed as the protagonist of the game, making her the first female protagonist in the main DR series (there’s a female protag in a spin-off but the two other games in the main series both had male protags). You start the game and you immediately notice she has a stronger personality than either of the male protags from the previous games, who, while I like them, tend to be the normal ones in an otherwise colorful cast. She felt like a break from the usual protag mold and we even got to have a male secondary character this time who relied on her for support. But. She isn’t the protag. The guy I just mentioned is. You find out mid-trial 1 that Kaede is (sorta unintentionally) the killer and you switch control to the guy character and Kaede then dies at the end of the trial. As far as a plot goes, this was really really cool and well-executed, but it also means the game intentionally decided to pull a bait-and-switch where they advertised the “first female protag of the series!” only to kill her off early on and reveal the true protag was actually a guy who, once again is a character I like, but is much more similar to the previous two protags than Kaede was. There was literally no reason they had to put a female character as the false protag here, as the twist would’ve worked equally well or maybe even more if they revealed a typical male protag character was the killer and instead switched to a female protag for the rest of the game. Advertising Kaede as the first female main series protag while knowing she would be dead for the majority of the game and the actual protag would be a guy feels cheap and insulting, especially as a female player who was really excited to play as Kaede.

3.) She was the protagonist! But god forbid danganronpa has a female protagonist so (spoilers) she actually has to die sorry :( and then only exist in flashbacks the new male protagonist has where hes like damn wish we couldve dated

KAMALA KHAN (MARVEL COMICS) (CW: Racism)

1.) One of the most prominent brown women in all of comics, beloved by the fan base. Recently killed in a PETER PARKER SPIDERMAN COMIC (despite being much closer with Miles Morales and having basically no relationship with Peter) in what’s probably the name of MCU synergy, which nobody wanted (she’ll probably be resurrected as a mutant, erasing her unique and interesting history as an Inhuman). She was using her shapeshifting powers again despite having stopped in her solo as she got more confident in her own skin and identity as a Pakistani American girl, died disguised as the very white Mary Jane as a fake out/last minute replacement for killing off MJ. I fucking hate it here. A cheap trick to drive sales. L + Misogyny + racism + are you fucking kidding me

[lunariamv]

million dollar man ♔ adachi tohru x fem reader (part 2?) that hunger arcana confronting adachi scene but more drama 🍵🍵

This… isn’t true, is it?

Those words, along with similar phrases repeated endlessly in your head like a mantra, as soon as the truth came to light. The disbelief was a defense mechanism, triggered by your brain. A shield, to protect your heart from shattering on the spot.

You couldn’t believe it, no… you refused to believe it.

However, the glaring truth was that it wasn’t an impossibility. It crossed your mind briefly. You had held mild suspicions about the true identity of the killer for a while. After learning about the other world beyond the television on your own, and trying to piece it with the case in the real world, you had come to your own conclusion… and it was that the suspects didn’t line up. Namatame didn’t seem to fit the bill as the killer.

It wasn’t until Dojima’s nephew and his friends made the reveal. The confrontation served as the key to unlock the chains, and unearth the possibility that you had so desperately tried to deny. The truth you submerged to the depths of the ocean because of your undying trust.

The very man you had come to fall for… was the culprit all along.

It all started making sense once that missing piece was linked. His scatter-brained mannerisms leading to mishandlings in the case, his easy access to all the evidence, and the hastiness in the end to draw it to a close. Cleverly done under the façade of a friendly, maladroit, detective. You once thought of his actions as endearing mannerisms, ones you brushed aside due to your admiration, turned out you were terribly mistaken. For all of it was done purposefully, with the newfound malicious context.

How could you have been so blinded by love?

When the high schoolers went to chase after him, it crossed your mind to join them. And in retrospect, perhaps you should’ve gone, as the only other adult in the situation.

Alas, cowardice took a firm hold on you then. Like weighted chains or a constricting venomous snake, it wrapped you up with no room to breathe, and forced you under. Adachi’s betrayal was such a shock, it brought you to a standstill. You could do nothing but stand there, struggling to register all of your frenzied emotions at once. Your heart was in peril. Adachi had been the killer all along, and you had foolishly given him the benefit of the doubt. Placing your belief in him, you defended him like the naïve fool you were. He crushed not only your heart, but your spirit. You felt like such an idiot. 

Stuck in a haunted despairing expression, you couldn’t bring yourself to go after him. No amount of will could force you to press on. Besides, someone had to stay with Dojima. The poor man nearly fell trying to chase after the kids. Thankfully you caught him before the floor did. To think, all of your lives had been torn apart because of that man.

And now, here you were, standing in front of the large flat screen tv in your apartment. Never in a million years did you think you’d be using it for something like this. For the past few months though, you have grown accustomed to the odd phenomena. It’s become a useful tool.

Minutes passed by as you stared at the black glass mirror, not making a sound. The kids had settled on going after him tomorrow. If you stepped into that foggy realm, you’d be completely alone on your endeavor. Were you really going to take the risk?

Unfortunately, your rational thought didn’t have much of a say on the matter. For there was a war raging in your heart. And even though it was suffering grave turmoil, it was taking charge. Above all else, it sought the truth, and you’d do whatever it took to get it. Before you knew it, you found yourself drawing closer to the tv, the dark surface just inches before you. Pressing your hand against it first, the surface rippled upon your graceful touch like water. Though you had done this before, your movements were gradual, hesitant. Your heart was racing in your chest.

Take your fears, and push them to the end of the earth. Don’t be a coward this time.

What awaited you on the other side… you’d have to be brave and accept it.

When you finally entered through, you came to the center stage area you were all too familiar with. Even with your glasses, you could only faintly see through the misty fog. It blanketed the amber tinted area, obscuring most of your vision. The other feeling you couldn’t ignore was the air. It felt even more strained than before. Judging from the familiar haze on the other side, a terrifying realization came to you. This eerie world was seeping into your reality, and soon, they’d collide.

Suddenly, you turned with a hitch of your breath. This awful feeling of dread wouldn’t go away. For some reason, you could sense something. A presence, off in the distance. A shadow, perhaps? Following your gut, you subconsciously began trailing the presence you detected. 

Before long, you found yourself back in the unsettling apartment room you discovered before. A chill ran down your spine as you eyed the posters, defaced with paint splatters. This place had served as Yamano’s hell, moments before she met an untimely fate.

There’s no one here, but…

“Well, look who it is.”

There was a faint click, like a cocking sound. Quickly, you registered it as a gun. You didn’t move an inch.

“Adachi.” With a part of your lips, you uttered his name, and he chuckled.

“You’re awfully late to the party, (Y/N).” He recalled calmly. Back when he confessed to his crimes to everyone else, you were noticeably absent. It was a little disheartening, as he had been dying to see your reaction.

“Someone had to look after Dojima.” You quipped sharply to the man a few feet behind you. Head still unmoving, your eyes flickered to the side. It was an attempt to get at him, to twist the knife further.

Sad to say that he didn’t seem to care for your little remark. In fact, he appeared amused by it. “Oh don’t worry, I see how it is. Wanted to wait until the kids were asleep, so we could talk like adults, huh?”

There’s a momentary yet purposeful silence, to set in the eerie atmosphere, and the suffocating tension in the air. It was awfully brave of you to come here alone like this. As far as you were both concerned, you had willingly stumbled into the lion's den. Didn’t you realize how foolish that was?

“It’s okay.” Adachi dropped his volume to a lurid, dulcet whisper. Truthfully, he wanted this moment as bad as you did. “I wanted to see you too.” He crooned. His voice was dripping with longing.

Normally, something like that coming from him would’ve made your heart flutter. A sweet, loving phrase from your darling partner. Now, it only felt like poison, served to make the growing pit in your stomach churn in disgust. It was a bile that left a bad taste in your mouth.

With narrow eyes of contempt, you decided to be brave and spun around to meet him. Only to find nobody behind you when you turned. He disappeared.

“Woah, what’s with that look? Aren’t you happy to see your boyfriend?” Adachi’s voice asked with a playful tone. For a moment, it returned to that boyish, innocent cadence that was borderline disarming. 

Although it was never his intention for you to discover his identity, it seemed to work out in his favor. As it turned out, you were pretty cute when you were furiously angry. The spiteful glare you held just for him only complimented your beautiful features. Call him sinful or depraved, but the notion of you becoming his foil was tantalizing, and he was going to savor every chance to see you this way.

No doubt this was a different dynamic that your relationship shifted to. And while he did enjoy your sweet moments together, there was something exciting about this development as well. In his eyes, you becoming his enemy only made you appear more inciting. If this was how it had to be, then so be it. This cat and mouse between you two was another game he wanted to win.

Choosing not to gratify him with a response to his taunts, you turned around again, and he was now sitting in a chair. It was clear he was growing more cocky, as his gun was weakly held in his grip. His legs were spread in an open, seemingly inviting position.

In contrast, you remained austerely composed. Tight-lipped and serious, you crossed your arms with a piercing glare. “…Why.” Your tone was razor sharp, demanding an answer from him. “For all of the missing persons, Namatame did most of your dirty work… but you killed Yamano and Konishi.”

“Why?” Though your voice was acute and cold, there was sincerity to them, albeit very faint. In the end, you couldn’t let every single one of your feelings go at the drop of a hat. 

Even if he had betrayed your trust, it was hard to give up on a person you loved. To do so would be surrendering months and months of emotional investment. Killing an already bloomed flower that you put time and effort into nurturing as a seed. Letting him go would be admitting all that time was spent for nothing. Would your pride allow for that?

The man seated before you, first he started off as an acquaintance. He quickly became your fellow colleague, partner, friend… and then eventually your lover. Working on the case brought you closer together, and you willingly trusted him enough to open your heart up to him. When those walls came down, you thought you knew him, only to turn out you were dreadfully wrong.

He was the killer, and he had been under your nose the whole time.

Does that mean… it was all an act? Was your love a lie from the moment you met? Did he exploit your kindness in order to protect his twisted identity?

“Why?” Adachi echoed, seemingly taunting you again.

He threw out his hands. “It was a simple mistake, (Y/N)! That bitch Yamano wouldn’t hear me out, and I didn’t have a choice. One thing led to another, and she fell in with a simple push. That other girl was just a loose end that needed some trimming.” 

As he feverishly described the crime, his speed and volume were rising. By the end, he was rambling on like a schizophrenic madman. Not to mention that the gun was still in his hands, and he was waving it around, none of which eased you in the slightest. Just like him, you felt like you were losing your mind. Madness must be contagious.

“It was an accident.” He insisted, repeating himself. Though it only seemed like a comfort only to himself, as you didn’t believe it for a second.

Ceasing his raving, it’s only a split-second for him to recover the composure he temporarily lost. Adachi’s predatory gaze returned to you, his eyes ardently glossing over your figure. A devious, lopsided grin grew on his face as he did so. “If I had known the perfect woman would finally come around, I’m sure this wouldn’t have had to happen.”

“But even then, you could argue it was supposed to.” He chuckled darkly. If it weren’t for the case, the two of you would’ve never met, and gotten so close. “Perhaps the Gods really heard my prayers and brought us together.”

While he didn’t believe in fate or any of that sentimental garbage, in this case it was an amusing idea to entertain.

After that, he decided to continue the case for the thrill of it, and with you by his side, he had yet another self-indulgent reason to pursue the mystery expertly crafted by him.

Needless to say, you were disgusted by his confession. It was twisted. He killed two women without remorse, a woman and a young girl, and he was completely shameless when coming onto you. Unsettling to think that Mayumi wasn’t much older than you as well. Adachi harping on the two of you meeting and falling in love, after the murders of innocent people, and putting more in harm's way was so disgusting you could hardly put it into words. 

Nanako Dojima, an innocent child, was on the brink of death due to his selfish actions, and here he was celebrating because the two of you got together as a result. To even suggest it was an act of the divine was complete lunacy. His depraved vindication was such a foolish idea you couldn’t help but audibly scoff.

Justifying these murders with your romance was just the bittersweet icing on the spoiled cake of betrayal.

And yet… as disturbing as it was, he had a slimmer of a point. Maybe if you did meet him just a bit earlier, perhaps you could’ve prevented Adachi’s ‘crime of passion’ kill. He could’ve gotten over his bitter rejection and swept you up sooner. Yamano and Konishi could have lived… and the people who had been hurt, would never have been touched.

Though, that was nothing but a hypothetical, you reminded yourself. The damage had been enacted. He had already done the unforgivable. Focusing on a possibility that was rooted in the past, and out of your hands would be putting blame on yourself. It wasn’t your responsibility to fix a broken man.

Another moment of silence. Though that would’ve been enough of a confession, you still had one last question on your mind.

“Tell me. When it was just us… were you acting?” This would serve as your final inquiry. Even though learning the truth could potentially shatter your heart further, you’d never get closure if you failed to hear it. 

While it was only debilitated, there were lingering remnants of sorrow trapped in your being. Despite your harsh front, the remorse was in your eyes, and in your speech. “Was this your sick way of getting my trust, so I’d defend you?”

Adachi rose from the chair. He approached you slowly, but you were careful to maintain your distance as you watched him move. Any sudden actions he made, you’d put up a strong fight. The intense stare down between the two of you incited a grin from him.

He shrugged with nonchalance. “Well, I might’ve put on a show for Dojima and the others. There’s a lot of things about me that I played up as a façade.”

For a moment, his eyes softened. The smugness vanished, and he was back to the personality you had fallen for. 

“But my feelings for you weren’t an act. I’m still in love with you, (Y/N).” Surprisingly, his tone was sincere, and it made your eyes widen.

Though you were still filled with contempt and disgust for him, you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a dim flutter in your chest by his words. The unexpected declaration made your heart leap, as disturbing as it was to admit given the circumstances.

“You were different from these dull women I’ve come across, and it was pretty nice.”

“Genuine, sweet, smart and hard-working… you’re like the complete package.” He chuckled, and you could’ve sworn you’ve heard him say this before. It clicked instantly.

‘You could’ve had any guy you wanted, and yet, you chose to be with him.’ Those were his exact words.

So he meant it…

He was standing before you. Only a few feet separated the two of you.

“You’re the only person I cared about. You understood me, and made me feel like a lucky guy. For the first time in a while, my life was a bit less dreary.”

You paused, muscles tensing up. In your chest, your heart was betraying you. It was beating fast, spurred on by his profound desire. As if it were Deja Vu, his words were stirring up your feelings yet again.

“We don’t have to be enemies, you know.” He spoke in a soft tone, his eyes fondly scanning your visage. The velveteen cadence nearly had you second-guessing.

Is he saying…

Adachi held out his upturned hand to you. “Join me, (Y/N). Stay here with me.”

“The world is boring and cruel. You know that firsthand, don’t you? This nowhere town is a sinking ship. Be with me, and I’ll take your worries away. We’ll crush those kids, and then run away together.”

Wait…

“How about it?”

His offer had rendered you speechless. In an instant, your heart nearly stopped. The sudden development had thrown you for a loop. He wants you... to join him? While there was always the possibility that he was tricking you, the sincerity in his voice strangely went against that notion. Though the degree of which varied, you could decipher that he was being serious.

While you didn’t know much about this side of Adachi, the part of him that you fell for was still there.

The realization gave way to a moment of hesitation, the feeling of which was rare for you. Before you knew it, you were stepping closer to him, and then gently slipped your hand into his. It fit his grip like a perfect mold. It’s been so long since you’ve done that. Part of you missed this warmth. Eyes softening, a soft smile graced your lips.

Your sudden yet ardent affections had Adachi taken aback for a second, but he quickly returned to his confident demeanor. He was delighted to see he had ultimately won you over. Before he could speak, or better yet draw close to kiss you, you opened your mouth. 

“I can’t wait to throw you behind bars.” You said with a smile.

Suddenly, you pulled him forward with the junction of your hands. In a careful yet swift motion, your free one ripped the gun from his unsuspecting grip. He went to grab it back, but you shoved him backwards with all the strength you could muster.

Once you aimed straight at him, he stepped back. With the barrel of the gun focused on him, his movements came to a grinding halt. You pulled out your own pistol from your holster and pointed it.

“Isolde!” You called out your persona. Raising your gun, you shot the blue card that appeared out of thin air. It shattered upon impact, and your other self, an elegant spectral projection faded into view.

Strike first, to catch him off guard. “Maragidyne!” You ordered, and your persona sent out a fiery blast.

The fire consumed the area, but once it burned away, there was nothing that remained. There was an eerie quietness, leaving you in suspense.

Did you hit him?

“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” Adachi’s voice echoed in your mind.

Guess not.

His sudden disappearance was uncanny, but you figured it out soon enough. Your attack didn’t miss, but he didn’t sound like he was harmed. The Adachi you had been talking to must’ve been an illusion. The real one was somewhere else. How cowardly.

“Very well then, (Y/N). If you want to try your luck at defeating me… then come and get me!”

A portal appeared to the left of you. The red and black striped entrance seemingly beckoning you to step through.

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

And with that, the room returned to its disturbing silence. Remaining in the solace, you lowered your guns.

There was so much for you to take in, and you scarcely had time to register it all. A myriad of thoughts were running through your head, each competing for your attention to mull over.

In the end, you weren’t able to stop him. Though, you learned the truth. Whether you liked it or not. In another heartfelt scenario you would’ve cried, but this wasn’t worth shedding tears over.

Adachi…

It was disheartening that this was how the two of you had to end up. A sweet, loving couple torn apart and divided by power, fated to be enemies from the start. It sounded like a god awful cliché.

Something inside of you changed as well. It felt like your relationship had changed significantly. It was no longer something sweet, or an innocent yet jovial love. For Adachi, it had become a sinful craving. A hunger, as it were. His desire now was to dominate you, and for the oncoming destruction of the world. How laughable it all was.

Sparing one last glance to the portal, you spun on your heel, and began walking back to the entrance. You’d be back, and you’d return with the others to put a stop to him. He won’t get away with this.

Mark your words, your ex is going down.

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i remember seeing the hunger arcana scene and just foaming at the mouth

cuz like,, ok yu can be friends with adachi but i dont think their connection was strong enough to make the scene as crazy as it couldve been lol NOW RECONTEXTUALIZE IT LIKE THIS AND THAT IS SOME 🍵🍵🍵🍵🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter Three: It’s A Long Story

“Well, Mxy came by and offered me a chance to change the timeline…”

“Aren’t you the person who said you’d never do that?” Lena asked.

“Yes, I know I sound like a hypocrite. But when Lex told you my secret before I did…and our…you're worth risking the timeline.”

“Kara…” Lena then scoots closer to wrap a warm arm around her girl, pulling her to her embrace as she gets her to lean back on the couch. “So what happened?”

“First, all realities ended up being hell. The first timeline Mxy showed me was during the Children of Liberty. I revealed I was Supergirl during a lunch date, but then Mercy Graves got in the way. After I come back…Mxy tells me you went to see Sam. She tries to convince you I’m still me, but you were too hurt. You were scared I’d see you like Lex. Because you didn’t make it back on time…I end up dying due to Agent Liberty poisoning the atmosphere.”

Lena could tell re-living this wasn’t easy for Kara. Now wasn’t the time for her to be asking questions. So, she simply offered a comforting embrace accompanied with forehead kisses, all the while, while stroking up and down her arm with feather-like delicateness.

“The next timeline was over the Kryptonite stash. I was Supergirl, and I revealed to you me as Kara. The look on your face…was one of the most devastating things I’ve felt. You tell me that you just found out Sam was a World Killer. You tell me that you can never trust me again, and don’t want to work with me. I…well, you can guess. What hurt more was seeing you not save other people just because of my own bone headedness of just wanting to protect you. Another timeline I had…”

Watching Lena die, even in a fake timeline, felt way too real. That moment was permanently ingrained in her memory; it was actually her greatest fear, she just had never outright said it.

“Reign killed you. You died in my arms. That pain was probably some of the worst I’ve experienced. Right up there with betraying you. It felt…”

“I’m not going anywhere, My Sunbeam.” Lena assured her by taking hold of Kara’s free hand, and squeezing tight.

“Another one had you testifying against Lillian. You refused to give up my identity. And the powerhouse that you are, you help win the case. But..,you end up getting kidnapped. The only way I could save you…was to reveal myself. I save you, but everyone else I love…” Kara’s voice became tight and shaky, and tears were definitely starting to form. “Agent Liberty killed them. Including Cat…”

She tries to take a steadying breath, to no avail; it doesn't really help. Just thinking about the last one was enough to make her cry.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Lena hated seeing Kara cry.

“This last timeline was practically a dystopian Horror movie. Everyone was on the run. Brainy and Reign were minions. You were a dictator, Lena. And…you were turned into Metallo. You wanted me to fight you…but I couldn’t. You may have been evil, but even then, in that timeline where we weren’t friends…hurting the woman I love was out of the question.”

“I know this isn’t the point…but all of those timelines tell me that us meeting, and the journey we went on to get here…all of the pain and healing. It was worth it. You are worth it.” Lena lifts Kara’s chin, gently wiping away her tears; flashing her famous grin to ease away Kara’s fear.

“You truly are amazing, Lena. I’m still amazed that…I get to call you not only my girlfriend, but my partner in crime. To use your favorite Grey’s Anatomy quote…” She lets a chuckle slip past. “You’re my person. Forever and always.”

“El Mayarah.” Lena answered back.

“You get sexier every time you say that, you know.” Kara smirked.

“Oh I know I do.” Lena jokingly gloats as she leans down, closing the distance slowly. “I just never get tired hearing you saying variations of it.”

“Is that so?” Kara loved that Lena was just as big a dork as her. Reaching up to cup Lena’s architecturally strong jaw, she sealed the gap. Stroking her chin, kissing Lena was equally invigorating and calming. With lips as soft and delicate as butterfly wings, it was the Disney World fireworks every time Kara kissed the love of her life.

“I’m glad you finally told me. With everyone knowing who you are now, it can’t be easy dealing with your trauma now.” Lena finishes their kiss with a kiss on Kara’s adorable button nose.

“I’m glad I could tell you. I’ve been holding onto that for a long time, and it feels like I can stand straighter now.” Kara sighs with content.

“Since we are sharing, there’s something I should tell you.” Lena takes a deep breath. “You know the whole thing with Leviathan? While you were helpless, in the virtual unity festival…Acrata showed up.”

“What?” Kara was taken aback by that revelation.

“Yeah, she somehow had gotten manipulated by Lex, no surprise there. She…was told to kill you. I couldn’t let that happen, so…I stood in between you and the Kryptonite shard she was holding.”

“Lena. Do you know how dangerous that was? Granted it wouldn’t have harmed you like it does me, but one wrong move and…”

“I know Kara. But after how I treated you those few months, and the regret I felt for not realizing how stupid I was for not taking steps sooner to mend our relationship…risking my life and every breath I took for you was more than worth it.”

“I will keep saying this because it’s always going to be true…the Luthor name never deserved your kind, breathtaking, beautiful soul in their family. And I’m so glad that I get to be that for you now.” Kara had felt her body begin to fall asleep as she gave her girlfriend a dopey smile.

“Come on Sleeping Beauty, time for bed. We both know Esme is going to want to come over and ask you tons of questions.” Helping Kara up from the couch as walking over to the bed, Lena got in first so Kara could nuzzle close.

“That is very true.” Kara gives a sleepy laugh as she follows, getting under the covers then cuddling close to Lena in the alcove of her shoulder and chest. “Thank you…” Her eyes began to droop.

“For what, Kara?” Seeing that she was getting tired, Lena began to stroke Kara’s hair to help her sleep.

“For listening…and for loving me…” She dozed off to sleep, Kara’s train of thought coming to a hypnotic halt.

“Always.” Lena whispered, kissing Kara’s head one last time. “Sleep tight, My Sunbeam.” Reaching, she turns to shut off the lamp. Resting her head atop her love’s she would also doze off to a land of blissful sleep.

Here is Chapter Three! Hope you guys are liking the story so far 🙏🏻.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐂 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐎𝐕𝐀

❝ There may have been a number of people who knew about the existence of the League of Assassins, but only a very small circle knew that the seemingly all-powerful league had an enemy. An extremely shadowed organization, run out of Moscow by an incredibly skilled former employee of the League, which plucked abandoned and orphaned children off the streets and out of the foster system and trained them to become the most skilled, ruthless killers imaginable. That was the only information known about this organization, aside from its name, which was often whispered among League members with barely-disguised nerves: Logovo L'vov.

Translation? "The Den of Lions".

Ivana Morozova was one of the many neglected children who had been stolen and trained by the Den. Taken at only two years old, she had grown to become the Den of Lions' proudest achievement, earning the codename Vdovets ("widower") because of the amount of married, powerful men she had killed over the years. But unlike her fellow assassins and the trainers who had raised her, Ivana was not proud of anything she had done. She despised what she was expected to do, she despised what the Den had forced her to become, and she wanted nothing more than to escape.

Then one day, finally, she seems to get her chance. Den agents are rarely given assignments outside of Russia, but it seems the heads of the organization want to ramp up their war against the League of Assassins. As such, Ivana is given what is undoubtedly her most difficult mission yet:

Go to Gotham City, find Damian Wayne, current Robin to his father's Batman and heir to the League of Assassins, and kill him.

Seeing her chance of escape, Ivana heads to Gotham, fully intending to start a new life for herself and hoping to never participate in violence again. But after seeing the amount of crime and violence in this city, her conscience will not let her rest, and she quickly becomes Gotham's newest vigilante. She becomes the Whisper, an angel of justice clad in all white who completely hides her face and never utters a sound, simply giving criminals a sound beating and dumping them on the GCPD's doorstep.

Ivana now lives her life with two simple goals: protect Gotham City as the Whisper without letting anybody know her identity, and never let Logovo L'vov find her. But her former handlers are determined to find the girl who betrayed them, and Nightwing, with his charming smiles and quips that isn't nearly as witty as he thinks, can't seem to leave her alone, whether she talks or not. And even worse, Ivana isn't entirely sure she wants him to.

Ivana had promised herself that she would stay away from the Wayne family, lest anyone ever figure out she's been tasked with killing one of them. But she, like everyone else in the Den of Lions, knows Dick Grayson's true identity - and with every late-night meeting in costume, she comes closer and closer to wanting to reveal hers.

As the Americans like to say: out of the frying pan, into the fire. ❞

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[meetmydad]

long ramble about chihiro

trying to write my thoughts about ttyd remake making vivian canonically trans, acknowledging and improving her original transphobic (?) depiction instead of ignoring it, and how that makes me wonder what would happen to chihiro if thh ever got a remake, and i simply cannot come to a conclusion. the problem with ever trying to get to the bottom of how i feel about chihiro is that chihiro didn't live long enough to even get to the bottom of how they felt about themselves.

like ok if you take the game 100% at its word, ignore the transphobic trope that chapter 2 is rooted in and just accept it as a story, chihiro is a boy and all of his other mental issues stem from not being validated as male, and so he presents as female to escape that constant invalidation. and THAT reading is much closer to an allegory for being transmasc than it is to being transfem. this is so clear to me, i really don't know if i can ever personally internalize chihiro being a girl, because the story so strongly drives home that he's unhappy being seen as a girl. he's unhappy introducing himself as a girl, it weighs on him seeing other girls be confident in their identity because he CAN'T be, and the girls trying to include him as one of them only hurts him more. and if we read chihiro as transmasc whether literally or allegorically, the fact everyone switches to he/him pronouns for him post-mortem is now a gesture of respect.

so i don't think a modernized version of thh could or should make chihiro canonically transfem. it would mean changing absolutely every part of his writing, and like personally, again if you can just accept that the writing is problematic and engage with it anyway, i do really like chapter 2 and i love mondo and chihiro as characters and it's the most tragic chapter of the game to me. and i think that making chihiro canonically transfem would require so much rewriting that this chapter would need to be completely redone. so again what i'm trying to figure out here is, if we aren't completely scrapping what's there and are just trying to modernize the writing for a hypothetical remake, what DO we do with chihiro?

i don't know. i think personally i would keep the story the same but like, when the characters express transphobic sentiments (which they will, because they're all shitty teenagers) have there be pushback from other characters. like just give SOME of the characters a more empathetic understanding of gender identity. and just. make the transmasc allegory more clear honestly. that's what would make the most sense to me.

i want to say like 'and also make celeste canonically transfem to balance it out' (because she's the other character whose existing writing most strongly COULD suggest being trans with minimal changes) but that doesn't sit right because she. yknow. is the coldest killer we see. and also if she's trans then the plot requires deadnaming her. the thing about danganronpa is all of these people are kind of terrible and it's a terrible situation and probably almost any explicit queer representation you could make canon will end up being 'bad rep.' chihiro is bad transfem rep because she's revealed to be biologically male and then referred to as male post-mortem as if that's all there is to it. chihiro is bad transmasc rep because he was too used to presenting as female and was scared to come out. celeste is bad trans rep because she kills people. sakuraoi is bad wlw rep because one of them dies by suicide. there is no happiness here. obviously you can headcanon any of the other characters like makoto as queer but i'm focusing mainly on the ones who are already written in a way that implies it (within the actual game. there is also byakuya's whole thing in the togami novels. and honestly i think a lot about closeted transfem byakuya and closeted transmasc chihiro and... all the shit that happened and the shit byakuya says about chihiro. and again byakuya is such a terrible person in the game if he WERE canonically transfem or genderfluid it WOULD be considered bad rep. but like. i think about it)

in a way though that's part of what appeals to me about danganronpa. the characters are bad AND the writing is problematic and the result is like... weirdly human to me. and i kind of hope that if there ever were to be a modernized rewritten release, it would keep that quality of genuine human shittiness. i mean hopefully one day queer 'representation' will be so normal that we don't have to think of it as representation anymore. trans people being onscreen won't be that noteworthy, and we won't have to decide if a character like chihiro is acceptable or not, and we won't have to try and solve the question of chihiro's identity. they can just be a tragic hero.

anyway outside of this post i don't know how i'll refer to chihiro. probably stick with they/them so nobody gets mad at me. i just have a lot of thoughts. hope that all made sense

[rrain-writes]

Silent Halls

For the @badthingshappenbingo prompt 'race against the clock'

Characters: Warriors & Legend

Warnings: Blood, injury, major character death

Warriors walked cautiously. Not too slow that he would get caught, but not too fast either. Whenever his boots clacked on the cold floor, he winced. Ears straining, every so often he’d hear the sound that he was looking for. The purposeful tapping of someone’s nails against tile, then quiet again as they moved away from him. By the goddesses, he hoped he wasn’t following a trap.

Dot, dash, dot, dot. Dot. Dot, dot, dash, dot. Dash.

Left, he silently translated, taking one of three possible turns. This place was like a maze. Warriors continued walking along, waiting for the next instructions. Instead he came to the next intersection without hearing a single thing. Frowning, he stopped and tapped on the wall, questioning his anonymous guide.

W. H. E. R. E.

Nothing. Had something happened to them? Had he gone the wrong way? His thoughts were interrupted by anguished scream, that reminded him of some kind of animal being gutted. It was the kind of bloody, brutal noise people only made when they were dying. And he knew who it came from.

Forgetting being quiet and following the morse code path, Warriors ran to where the scream had come from. Go straight here, keep going, wait no! Turn around and turn there, it’s definitely closer now… 

Before he had been surrounded by blank walls, but now identical doors popped up down every corridor. There. One door was open, a trail of crimson drops leading a path away from it. Warriors slowed his pace, creeping slowly to the room. No sounds came from it anymore. Looking around the corner of the door frame, he saw two brown boots. Further up there was a familiar tunic, with blood blending in so perfectly to the red he could almost pretend it wasn’t there. Warriors pushed the door open so he could see the person fully. One arm was twisted unnaturally, and violet eyes stared blankly up at him.

Legend’s pink bangs hung back from his face, revealing his full expression. With lips slightly parted and face clean of any horror, Warriors could have closed his eyes and pretended he was just sleeping. The mark across his pale throat ruined the illusion though. The truth was he’d been too late. And based on the trail Legend’s killer had left behind, they were still being hunted.