#the birds have just always been the girls and now i gotta find out what Nazu truly is

[gengarbangarstrikesback]

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Toothache

How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"?

Synopsis: Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?

Apologies to this mess of a lyricfic, I couldn't help it even though this was supposed to be a relationship analysis..

MEN WRITTEN BY ANA HUANG ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. Alright back to our original programmed schedule with Hozier. ALSO SURPRISE! THIS CONTAINS 3 HOZIER SONGS as an apology for not posting these past two weeks due to me enjoying holidays, reading, prom dress picking and wanting to stab myself because of life, there's the added bonus 👀

My CoD Masterlist

My Simon Riley x You Playlist

Also reader in this one had a lot of characterization, she's me fr, so AFAB?Reader, Fem!Reader, Short!Reader, Reader is VERY feminine with fashion, soft-girl-sunshine!Reader and Chubby?Reader. Y'all have no idea how hard it is to write without a personality and physical intimacy in romance, I tried but failed 😭

Warnings and Disclaimers: Mentions and details on sexual content ahead (is this considered smut? Idk anymore). Not detailed smut but vivid memories of sexual intercourse (especially the dialogue) with Simon. Again, this is a safe account for all ages because I'm not a MDNI acc, you are responsible for your own media consumption. DO NOT GO ON MY DMS, INBOX OR REPLY TO MY CONTENT TO TELL ME YOUR AGE. I don't need to know that and let's strive to not make each other uncomfortable. Mentions of questioning of religion or rather belief on afterlife??

Pink, bold and italic: Lyrics

Italic: recalling past events

Little snippet of an image of how I imagined he'd hold you, courtesy of the one and only @ave661

"It can't be said I'm an early bird, it's 10 o'clock before I say a word. Baby, I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?"

Simon Riley was never a man to live the life he was taught to in the military, it was out of habit for him to not leave his room until around noon. Then there was you, his roommate, he didn't exactly calculate how much it would affect his personal life to save money through rent by willingly letting someone within the same living space.

He'd find himself with not even a wink of sleep, hearing your footsteps through the thin walls, hearing the lock on the windows outside click open.

"You kept telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. But then you wake up from the sunrise."

He'd always hear you, quite frankly it was like nagging on the constant.

"Simon you shouldn't do that, you'll hurt yourself"

"Simon please go get some rest"

"Simon.."

He'd swear he'd rip his own ears out every time his name falls from your lips from how sweet and chirpy it sounded and yet deafening silence would consume him whenever you aren't around.

"You don't gotta pretended, Baby, now and then. Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake? Smellin' lika bonfire, lost in the haze?"

Something about you makes it so tempting for Simon to give in, I mean it would be a one time thing, wouldn't it? So soft, so pliant, he set himself up for an addiction. It wasn't healthy, he knew this, he'd convince himself of the fact that he would end up hurting you.

Just too different, it repeated like a mantra in his head. He was bitter, brooding and didn't find any sense of pleasure in living. Why'd you think he has the job he chose? It's all he knew, till you skip your way into his life, giving him the sweetness he was deprived of.

"If you're drunk on life babe, I think it's great. But while in this world, I think I'll take my whiskey neat"

Drowning himself in alcohol, a trait Simon promised himself he wouldn't ever do when he was young, setting his glass down with a small thud from the wooden table. But what would the kid version of him know about life. He didn't have healthier options of coping with what seems to be his dilemma.

But then there you were, sweet little thing coming home at the late hour in that skimpy dress of yours. Revealing too much to the eyes of those who wish to have you for themselves with just one look. Where did you go that night?

"My coffee black in my bed at three, you're too sweet for me"

Desperately trying to keep himself awake and at bay from his thoughts of you. Drowning himself in now two cups of straight black coffee to help him focus.

It was odd, you got used to the scent, was strong with a lack of sweetness but it calmed you down knowing he was around.

How he'd corrupt you, he wanted to shatter that rose tinted glasses of yours to save you from himself because being with him would change you. Selfish but he doesn't want that, you were utter perfection..

Simon further delved into his feelings, what the fuck was wrong with him?

"I aim low. I aim true, and the ground's where I go. I work late where I'm free from the phone and the job gets done"

Grumbling, Simon walks back into the apartment in the middle of the night. You heard a thud, you come out of your bedroom, yawing from you incomplete sleep.

"Si..? Are you hurt? What happened?" You asked in a soft tone, careful not to agitate someone would could possibly be pissed off.

Simon stays silent, glaring at you as his eyes was only thing visible because of his balaclava. Your soft gaze intimidated him, because why would he feel that squeeze in his heart?

"But you worry some, I know but who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate. The rest of you like you're the TSA, I wish I could go along Babe, don't get me wrong..."

The only thing Simon heard was a sigh from you and nothing more, you walk up to him, each footstep feeling louder than that last.

Something Simon didn't expect you to do was wrap you arms around his waist, tiny thing you are that your head only goes up to his chest. Your body against his, basking in the warmth in contrast to the cold weather he had to deal with coming home.

"You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. If you can sit in a barrel maybe I'll wait, until that day.."

You took care of him that night, to his reluctance and stubbornness. Despite refusing, he had no choice, he wouldn't want a soft thing like you on his ear the whole night till he agrees. You were persuasive in your own irritating way.

Sitting on the edge of the tub of the warm bath he's in, washcloth in hand. Touch was so gentle, why was it so soft? Why's it so warm? "It's the water you fucking idiot" his subconscious screaming at him. In denial.

Why is his heart beating so fast..? He wants to stab it to stop the feeling..

"I'd rather take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three. You're too sweet for me"

Using both your hands this time around, one gently holding his chin with your fingers while the other wiping away at the eyeblack he had. Every scar on his face felt the graze of your finger.

The slow blinks, your eyes on his. Before any conscious thoughts consume Simon, he lifts his arms from the warm water and wraps them around you.

Your nightgown was now damp but you couldn't care less, now with the man you were pinning over, foreheads against the other.

"Si.." you softly whisper. That nickname will be the death of him, you'll be the death of him. He crashes his lips on yours, not wanting to let go till you both were panting. You were too fucking sweet, your lips, your skin, everything. He wanted a taste and he got it...

"My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshiped her sooner"

Another sleepless night wasn't uncommon for someone like Simon.. however this aching feeling wasn't, he doesn't know where it's from or what it's about. Not until he heard you in the kitchen, letting out a giggle even though you knew better.

"If the Heavens ever did speak, She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week "We were born sick"

That sweet fucking voice, like the angels speaking to him themselves. "Oh- I'm sorry Si, did I wake you up?" You asked, turning around to the sound of his footsteps.

That tiny nightdress of yours, a reminder of the night you spent together, that morning you slept in his bed.

Lashes beautifully displayed on the delicate skin of your under eyes. Soft noises while your chest was peacefully moving up and down with every breath.

"She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom". The only Heaven I'll be sent to, is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well. A, Amen, Amen, Amen"

"Simon.. Ahh~" you moan out softly, your body writhing underneath him. It felt hot, sweaty despite the well ventilated room, so intimate from something that was supposed to be the farthest thing from domestic.

"Shhh, you can take it sunshine.. You don't want the neighbors to hear us, do you?" Simon whispers, callous hand covering your mouth with as little pressure possible, you whimper at his words.

Closing your eyes to lose yourself in the pleasure you've never felt before. Your body being worshiped with gentle hands and soft kisses that leave marks by the very same man who kept distancing himself from you, now he'd stop at nothing for your pleasure.

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life."

"Simon.. no more–" you whined. Scratching his back hard enough to leave marks without being aware, he'd always imagine what those pretty pink nails could do to him.

"Just one more, please sunshine.. you remember our safe word right?" Simon asks for you to nod softly, you didn't have energy to take anymore. "I told you I'll make you feel good, didn't I? So be a good girl for me and take it, hmm?"

Your eyes roll back at his praise, your legs shake with one after another wave of pleasure running through your body. This man was starved.. insatiable.. who would be able to resist such a request? Not you.

"If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side. She demands a sacrifice, drain the whole sea, get something shiny"

It took everything in Simon not to worship the ground you walked on that night, he wasn't trying very hard, was he? Because always.. at the end of the night, you're in his bed, his mind, his life.

Was it really a sin? To want something you don't deserve? Simon stayed up that whole night, not a wink of sleep while thinking of whether this arrangement should continue. Every bone and organ in his body telling him to be selfish, take what was something that wasn't his to take.

"Something meaty for the main course, that's a fine looking high horse. What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful that looks tasty, that looks plenty, this is hungry work"

Simon's gaze, never faltering on your sleeping figure that he refuses to go anywhere but his own arms. He tries to close his eye to compose himself, free himself from the emotions you emit from him.

His efforts were to no use, all he saw was the image of you, sweetly smiling, those doe eye staring right through his soul.

"No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness, in the soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human, only then I am clean"

You were getting too close for your own good, Simon knew that, he'll be damned if he let's himself hurt you. So he does what any stupid man would do, avoid you like the plague. Did it mean nothing? Were you just some fling, never to be talked about again?

Fuck you Simon Riley, he made you feel loved in bed like no man ever has or ever will, completely ruining your chance of ever thinking of anything else and that was just a hook-up session? Maybe this one time you can let yourself be delusional, was there really something more? Only one way to find out.

"Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen, Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life"

You caught him, fucking finally, after days of waiting and trying to get him at the perfect time. "Si.." you whispered softly, you didn't know where to start. He took a quick glance at you before looking back at what he was doing.

"Simon Riley, don't fucking ignore me. Not after everything that happened those nights" You said, it was stern but he needed to hear it. It made him stop, think about what had happened.

Before he could generate a response, "Why?" You asked. It was a vague question, why was he ignoring you? Why does he feel this way? Why does he love you yet refuse to act on it?

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life.."

"You don't deserve a man like me, you deserve one who is like you, optimistic, sweet, fucking beautiful and alive.. A man who's not damaged, scarred, has blood on his hands and haunted by his past. A man who's not afraid to show his love for you. A man who won't put his burdens on your shoulders and a man who will take care of you instead of the other way around. That's what you deserve and I can't give that"

Everything felt like it came to a stop, were you hearing that right?

"You have no idea how much you contradict yourself, Si. How are you so sure that you haven't given those things to me already? You might not be like me but "like me" isn't what I want.. I want you, every flaw, every beautiful scar. Not once before your silent treatment have you hurt me, it's frustrating yes, but you are worthy of that. Every struggle, frustration and mistake, every bit of your love is worth all of that. I want you to see that Si, your actual true worth rather than what some psychotic fucker decided to torture you with"

"Boys, workin' on empty. Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby, I'm so full of love I could barely eat"

"Si?"

"Yes, Sunshine?"

"I love you" You whispered after smothering him in a plethora of kisses. Never has anything made Simon melt more in his life than his wife say that. Doesn't matter how long it's been, how much the both of you have been through or how much frustration the both of you were going through..

It will always stay the same, the feeling those three words give him, like the first time, every moment feels that way. Familiar, finally.. Home.

"There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree. 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissin' me"

He always thought about how unfaithfulness was such a struggle between some people, he thought about how good he has it constantly, reflecting back on what he used to have to how now this is something he never thought he'd have or deserve.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"

When a man finds himself in the verge of embracing death's arms, what causes the struggle? What causes him to fight that pain, to keep on going? Not once has this crossed Ghost's mind.

No. He's not Ghost, he's Simon. Your Simon.

And you're expecting your Simon home, fuck everything else, he'll give the biggest "fuck you" to death itself and crawl home to you because he'll be damned and he'll experience everything he has in his life over and over again just to hold you again.

"Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin, I woke with her walls around me. Nothin' in her room but an empty crib and I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived, but I swear I thought I dreamed her. She never asked me once about the wrong I did."

It should matter, the amount of blood on his hands. Not once did you judge him for it, what the fuck was wrong with you? Giving a monster such as him a bath like he was some innocent stray kitten, although this time around it was far more messy. The dried blood caked underneath his finger nails.

Flashing him a tired smile while you wiped off the blood that made the water in the tub a hue of brownish-red. Taking your hand in his, his lips brushing against your knuckles. The way you looked at him was enough to make him cry.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"

"Fucking get up" Simon repeats to himself, "She needs you, she loves you" despite how many times he's convinced himself you didn't due to the voice of his father in his head, it felt like a knife twisting in his heart imagining how it would be for you without him.

How much you cried the night he came home a day later, you told him yourself, practically sobbing while clutching your aching chest and him with your other arm how you weren't ready for Price to show up at your doorsteps holding Simon's belongings.

He won't let that happen.. he can't...

"My babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. If the Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me"

Simon knew it, no one would ever love him like you do. No one would show him the same acceptance, devotion, care, concern and love. It wasn't healthy to be so attached dependently to someone in love.

He couldn't help it, it felt so right, everything with you did. Never a judgmental one, at least towards him. Always first to hold him, the first to ever take away the heavy guilt that weighed his heart and shoulders down after he'd done something he knows he'll go to hell for, if it's even real

"When I was kissing on my baby and she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamplight I was free. Heaven and hell were words to me"

Every inch was kissed, not a part wasn't worshiped. "So fuckin' beautiful, so sweet. All for me, hmm?" Simon mumbled against your skin, suckling on the soft sweetness that he so claims. All hickeys, no bruises.

Fuck, he'd not just survive but thrive on just you. No other sustenance, your supple thighs he adores to cover in purple, your neck, your lips and your skin that he often compares to sugar syrup in his head.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her"

The question was, was it worth it to live an eternity of lifetimes filled with suffer to be with you in at least once? The only answer to ever graze Simon Riley's lips was the word "yes", the day that changes is the day that he'd be the biggest bull-shiter the world has ever known.

Simon opened the door to your shared home, "Daddy!" A loud squeal wakes him up from his dread of what he's seen on the field.

"How's my little sunshine been? 'Ave you been good to your momma while I was gone?" Simon asked, carrying the little girl in his arms.

"Yes! Momma said we'd go to the park tomorrow as a reward for me helping out!" Little one saying it so proudly, Simon couldn't help but smile, beaming with pride as his little girl grows up to be what he recognizes as a good person.

"Simon..? You're finally home, I missed you so much" You said, peeking out the laundry room. You walked out, quick to give him a peck on the lips.

"I love you Si.."

"I love you too Sunshine"

Also this is a very long fic.. I expect long feedback.. @connorsui 👀

Does this make sense? Idk anymore it's like almost midnight and I'm running on a few hours of sleep. GOD MY PROM DRESS LOOKS SO GOOD, I CAN'T WAIT.

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Trying out new dividers as well by @anitalenia

[shojizbae]

Gone South

Spencer Reid x Reader

This was not edited so if there’s hella typos I’ll prolly fix it later

Warnings: angst/comfort, gore, torture, attempted SA

Things could not have gone worse.

The case had been going on for a week and a half. Everyone was exhausted. And now, you were gone. Well not gone, the team had clear visuals via the many cameras the unsub (the team knew his name, Cooper McNamara) had set up. Garcia was monitoring you from the seven angles Cooper had.

The team always takes it to heart if someone gets hurt. But, when someone got taken in. When Spencer had been taken by Tobias they felt like the world stopped spinning. Now their sun had been stolen.

That’s how the team refers to you—human sunshine. Now you were gone. There, but gone. Penelope was monitoring each feed with tears in her eyes.

“All right, mama, any luck triangulating the IP address?”

“No Derek I’m sorry it keeps rerouting to different locations.” Her voice keeps cracking and she’s doing her best not to let her tears drip onto her expensive keyboard.

“That’s okay, just keep working on it.” He grits his jaw

“Derek,” he removes his hand from the hang-up button, “you’re going to get her right? There’s no way this guy gets her.” The hope in voice is palpable

“No way mama you just keep tracking her.” He sighs and spins to the team. Rosie has his eyes on the feed as well as McNamara is hovering over you. You’re strapped to some medical tables with old leather straps.

“Reid please tell me you’ve got something.” Spencer is a wreck. Everyone could tell that he was madly in love with you but he would not make a move. Now someone could strip naked in front of him and it could not break his focus.

“I’ve been staring at this map and going over everything she’s sadi since JJ put this on the screen. I have no idea where she is.” His hair is beyond tousled form the amount of times he’s stressfully run his hands through it

“That’s fine, just keep going.” Morgan demands and joins Hotchner with the deputy

“Hotch, team’s loosing morale. We gotta go back to the drawing board.”

“That’s what I was thinking. Let’s refresh and restart the profile.” they get some shitty police precints coffe and some stale donuts to try to revamp their energy. They join Emily and JJ at a table and ask JJ to get David. She disapears and Rossi takes her place rubbing his eyes.

“Dave, we’re going to look at this iwht fresh eyes. Coopers has gone off the reailsand taken in an FBI agent. That’s an escalation from prostitutes and drug addicts.” Morgan reflects on when you disapeared. You were canvasings where he had picked up his last three victims. You were being your usual sunny self. giving patience to the angry locals and offering water or snacks as a subtle bribery. He turned his back for five seconds when you disapeared. He was feeling the brunt of the guilt and it was manifesting as him acting like an overly abusive boss.

“Alright, on all of the victims there was several injections in their back thigh, but toxicology was clean.” Emily looks over some of the reports.

“Did you say the back of the thigh?” Reids suddenly comes storming into the meeting room

“Yeah, why?” Morgans eyes are begging for answers

“That spot reminds me of something. Often times when a psych ward patient is acting out they will inject them with certain medications. The most common sedtive is Midazolam but most of them are comprized of natural hormones. If you inject the body with enough adrenaline they would pass out.”

“Which would explain that why it doesn’t show up on toxicolgy.” Emily concludes. Reid bounds over to the phone and calls Garcia, she picks up almost immediately

“What is it my birds of prey?”

“We need you to look into asylums and sanitariums nearby. Look for medical malpractice or lawsuits that slipped through via non compus mentus. look into owners of these hospitals that may have some allegations specifically of sexual nature.” he demands

“Anything, find my girl.” she clicks away looking through all the yucky of the nearby hospitals. They were in the middle of the midwest where everyone had secrets.

“They’re going to need a private space to inflict a much torutre without raiing suspicion.” Hotch adds

“Guys you need to get in here!” JJ calls from the computer room. The man was livestreaming you leaning over your head and heavily breathing on your face.

“Oh, you want me so bad.” He used a sultry tease but you looked disgusted. You were staring hard in his eyes. You had dirt and a bit of blood smeared on your face and your normally slicked bun had been tugged apart.

“Tell me, Ms. ‘FBI agent’,” he finger quotes and uses a mocking tone “What your name.”

“You have my badge Cooper McNamara, you know my name.” your gaze hardens more and it looks like you could spit in his face, “Tell me where we are.” you order. If you could get out you would have beat that man to a pulp but your wrists, ankles, waist and chest were bound.

“Unh unh unh, don’t get too cocky, Ms. FBI we both know who has the power here.”

“He’s a narcisist. He’s flexing his muscles on (Y/n). He wants his viewers to know that he’s strong enough to take down an FBI agent.”

“It’s more like he’s preening his feathers.” Emily offers

“Alright, my fabulous frenulum I’ve got three asylums with icky enough histories to raise suspicion in the 50 mile radius.”

“50 miles that seems extraneous.” JJ sighs

“I figured becuase this is the midwest there’s more ground to cover alos they’re not going to keep your cuckoos in the town square.” The Deputy nods in approval

“But that’s too vague so I cross referenced that with the nme Cooper McNamara and zilch. I went thorugh med school flunkies in the known area. I kept running the name and there are zip

Cooper McNamaras in this area. So I just used the last name Mcnanara and there was a doctor named Charles Mcnamara with a son named Jeffrey was in and out of juvie at the age of seventten for attempted sexual assault.”

“What’s his current adress We’ll send a team.” Reid declares

“That’s not your call,” Derek orders, “But yes, Hotch, Prentiss, you go to his house and see if there any clues as to which hospital he’s affiliated with.”

‘Cooper’ was hovering over you this time dragging a swiss armry knife slowly over your shirt

“Alright I’m going to do some bad things Ms, Agent and you’re going to be a good girl.” He’s straddling the chair and he laughs a little at you. Quickly he slices the blade across your shirt and it comes undone with the blade. Your bra is exposed as well some of your navel. The team can clearly see the red cut across your chest.

“Oh my god what is that slimeball doing to my girl.” Garcia whimpers

“Garcia she’s fine, continue your background search of the McNamara family.” Hotch reassures

mostly to himself

“So far I’ve got some ick-ick icky dirt on Charles. He had to his medical liscene in pschiatry suspened 17 years ago, when his son, Jeffrey was around ten years old.”

“Why was it suspended?”

“Medical malpractice and the excessive use of electro-shock therapy.”

“the use of ETC is almost never necesarry in fact it dos more damage than it helps.” Reid borws are in a constant furrow. Theyre drawn out of their brainstorm a ‘Cooper’ shreds the rest of your shirt open.

“I’ll hand it you,” He reaches for the cup of your bra, “you have have some tits officer.” you grunt out a ‘fuck you’ as he fondles you.

“Maybe I just will,” He sneers. He makes the fatal mistake of looking at the cameria kense and you follow his eyeline. You spot the lense and by memory locate the six others. You feel some internal relief that at least the team knows you’re alive and they’re watching you.

“you get off on rewatching this or are we live? Or maybe you’re recording?”

“Oh someones mouthy.”

“I’m just bored.” You taunt

“What is she doing?” JJ Panics

“She’s getting him to talk. Shes profiling him. She’s our profiler.” David smiles and the team too feels your humanity return. You’re not a victim. Not yet at least. You’re still their wisecracking little sunray.

“You bitch, I’ll shut you up.” He reaches for his belt and launches at you. Your first instict wa to bare your teeth shut so he can’t slip something in your mouth. Your mouth is shut tight and he relaxes.

“Good choice.” he snorts

“He doesn’t want to hurt her.” David notices “She’s way too powerful for his comfort. He knows she’s smart.”

“If he’s able to get his website to continue rerouting we should probably verify that Jeffrey McNamara has some sort of tech background” Reid metions and Garcia digs into Jeffrey’s background it shows that 5 years ago he flunked out of the local community college with a major in computer science. Finally, the IP adress lags on the same three cell towers for the fourth time and Penelope Verifies that there are two sanitariums in that radius.

“Alright there is St, Joan of Arc’s Penitentiary and Whitfeilder and Collins Mental Institution.” Garcia clicks away.

“Garcia isn’t there a church nearby-“

“St. Joan of Arc’s Holy Parish.” She cuts off getting a small burst of hope

“Alright cross reference that with our boys see if we could get any dirt.” Rossi orders as you stare this torturous serial killer in the eye

“I think my knife and I should have some fun with you, pig. Are your gonna squee for your boss.?”

“He doesn’t know I’m here.” Everyone freezes

“What’s she doing?” JJ begs

“What do you mean?”

“I was only asking locals if there was something they needed. I work in the low income control division of the FBI. I was on a routine check of the neighborhood to makme sure that some new medications that were sent out in the local clinic.”

“Oh so you’re one of those libtards who thinks junkiw should get freebies?” your eyes dart quickly to the blinking red light while he inspects the red tool. He flicks his swiss army knife back open and runs it tantalizingly down your chest, “Oh no tears agent? Usually they start crying by now. Don’t worry you’ll cry soon.” He sinks the blade in right by your ribs. You grit your teeth as warm blood spills down your side.

“What’s she doing? why would she egg him on?” JJ starts to break

“She’s giving us the element of surprise.” David sighs in relief

“Oooh someones a tough girl.” He teases. He slides his blade across your stomach and your muscles tense below the blade. Tears pool in your tear ducts against your wishes and a grin splits his face like the cheshire cat.

“There you go. don’t worry it’ll all be over soon.” He fakes a soothing voice

“Ding ding ding, Ive got a hit. There was an latar boy who plead secial assault twenty years ago at St. Joan of Arcs and I mangaed to dig through the St Joan Hospital emplyment record to find one Dr. Charles McNamara employed for over thrity years where he specialized in child psychology.” Garcia gulps, “He spent a weekend in jail for assaulting the preist who allegedy molested his son, Jeff. Afterwards he deovolded. He started drinking lots of alcohol and expirementing with electro shock therapy. After three years of nearly fatal expirements He lost his liscense after a one Suzanne ’Suzie’ Addams passed due to exhaustion in his office.”

Rossi’s hand held rings and he answers the phone for Hotch

“Well Dave it’s not looking good here. There’s news paper clippings with every know victim taped to his wall. Theres even some miscellanoes crime pannels logging there recent spike in missing persons cases. There’s very little furntiure at his house. He’s got bills stacked up on his counter. He’s a walking cry for help.”

“Alright any other pysical evidence? We’re going to send a team to St. Joan of Arcs Penitentiary that’s where we suspect he has (Y/n). You keep digging around and we’ll stay in touch.”

Derek orders JJ, and Reid to suit up and gather the officers. Reid already has his hand reaching for his bulletproof vest. “Rossi I want you to stay behind on the line with Garcia and Prentiss in case he escalates the torture. Due to the agrarian location of the hospital they dispatch forest rangers to canvas the woodlands. The sanitarium had been closed for upwards of five years. Reid get’s the drivers seat and starts the car before Derek can get out the door.

“Slow down man we got visuals on her.”

“One of our best Agents is in danger and we have a location. Why wouldn’t we race off to her?” He slams his palm on the drivers wheel.

“Alright well calm down man,” As he tries to soothe hsi phone rings

“He’s back Derek.” Rossi states plainly sending the link to his phone. And impressive feat for the old man, Morgan gets in hte dirvers seat and clicks the link to see the man sitting on your lap palming himself.

“You know you’re kinda pretty for a pig.” He leans forward and hold your jaw and you gnash against his hold, “Oh oh oh let’s not get violent now.” you bite his hand and he draws it back immediately, “You bitch!” he slaps you and you gasp but he quickly undoes his buckle and reaches for the fly of his jeans. He slides the leather out of the denim loopholes and folds it once and puts it in your mouth. He reaches in his pants and you thrash against your holds.

Jeffrey fishes himself out and you slam your head against the medical table. Your time your cheek and grit your jaw but he forcefully pull you square with him. The look of indigence could’ve killed several monarchies and Rossi takes a note not to piss you off as not to receive that glare. Derek puts the screen down and grits his jaw. theres a bit of gagging before the man rears backs

“You bitch! You bit me?” He screams like you betrayed him and he punches you so hard your nose starts bleeding. Tears slip out of your eyes but you don’t dare sob. He leaves the view of the camera and the team hears metal crashing around the sounds cords being plugged in. He curses and punches what sounds like a metal box. He comes back with two metal probes and a menacing smile.

“You’re gonna get it now. You know what these are?” He waves them around like they’re toys “these are the electrodes I’m going to use on you.” Reid floors it as he hears the button click on and a distant buzzing sound fills the film.

“Here,” he violently pulls his belt from his jeans, “wouldn’t want you to shatter those pearly whites.” This is the one command you will obey. You take the folded material between your teeth because if you do survive this you’d rather not waste your vacation bonus on orthodontics. And if you didn’t you at least would like to have a nice smile in the after life.

Morgan and Reid peel out of the town sirens ablazing. They try not concentrate on it as you scream around the hunk of brown leather between your teeth. Not matter how much he concentrates on the road ahead of him he count every bawl you let escape. Every time he makes a mental note. As he takes the exit that lead to the woods he sighs, seven. He pictures your sun shiny smile in the morning.

How you would skip over to his desk with an extra-sweet cup of coffee and a good joke you had heard on your weekend away to New York. Eight, he thought of how intently you had listened to him ramble about string theory on the plane ride over and how when he stopped himself to apologize you begged him to keep going.

Nine, when the case came around the table your eyes darkened with a bit of sorrow which was drowned by your hope and determination to crack it. Now you were ten, letting him practice brewing your hair in a motel just because the skill fascinated him. Man your hair was so soft and smelled to good. And you just melted under his hands as he apprehensively finger combed it.

The sanitarium is in the middle of the woods. A small commercial concrete building. There officers confirmed that there was a car out back and garcia checked the plate regitration was for a Charles Mcnamara. They quietly burst through the front doors which were ajar. Spencer lead the charge follwoing the sounds of your pained screams. He runs down a flight of staris and kicks it open. Despite his panic for his coworker Morgan was incredibly proud of Reid for kicking it open.

McNamara is straddled over you and he swings his head to see Reid. Before anything can happen Spencer shoots him in the knee and Morgan barks an order and jumps on the man. Reid bolsters his gun and darts over to you. You look a mess. Blood and possibly some other body substances on you. He slides the belt out of your mouth and you lick your lips. He sits by your side and undoes the buckles on your wrists

“Hi (Y/n),” He sighs soothingly. Your eyes are locked on his and there’s something animalistic and wounded in them.

“Spencer?” your voice is broken but there is so much hope

“Yeah I’m here,” He works the second buckle off your wrist. “You did so good.” he reassures. He undoes the strap across your chest and you sit up and rub your wrists. He takes a step back to unshackle your ankles. Once you’re free, you swing yor legs to the side of the medical chair. Spencer stands next to you and guides your arms arond his neck. You sink all your weight against his chest and he gently coaxes an arm under your knees and picks you up.

“I did good?” You start sobbing into his chest

“Yeah you did fantastic (Y/n). and your safe now, I’ve got you.”

[aanoia]

Crazy

Kaz Brekker x reader

Summary; the enemy of your enemy is your friend... unless they are also your enemy

Warnings; blood?, knives, uhhhh violence lmfao, enemies to lovers

Words; 2,000+

This didn't end the way I wanted it to but that's okay

The inspo was from the song Trouble by Valerie Broussard

I'm prolly gonna make a pt. 2 bc im cool

Btw,, when introducing the Night Scarlets, each member will have their code name like this, name (code name)

We wear red so they don’t see us bleed

Kaz Brekker hated many, many people. However, there was one group, in particular their leader, that he hated most. The Night Scarlets. Or the Cardinal, their leader. She has been after Kaz since he joined the business. She and her girls have stolen countless of missions right from under his nose, always having his Crows do the work then swooping in and taking over. She infuriated her.

Hundred dollar bills under our sleeve

We intend not to sleep ‘til we’re dead

The thing Kaz never understood was how. How did she know everything he had planned? He had thought it was spies at first, possibly he had a rat in his nest. But no. Even when he went on solo missions. The Cardinal would always know. 

Drink our problems right out of our heads

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Trouble

(Trouble)

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Here comes trouble

(Trouble)

“Now, not a word to a single soul about this mission. Hear me?” Kaz asked lowly to his Crows. “If the Night Scarlets find out about this and ambush us I will take each of your hands and shove them down your throats. Am I understood?” The Crows nodded nervously.

“Kaz.” Inej started. “You do know we’ve never said anything before, right? I don’t know how but they always find out, whether we talk or not. She always knows.”

Kaz sighed, “I know.” He answered shortly, turning to look out the window.

Dangerously havin’ the time of our lives

These boys are just poisonous thorns in our sides

“So what do we do about them? I mean, I love the ladies, don’t get me wrong. But these ones gotta go.” Jesper said, toying with his new gun he had just stolen.

“I don’t know if there’s anything we can do, Jesper. They’re practically non existent when they aren’t in action.” Nina responded.

“I mean, there has to be a way to catch them. No one can be completely invisible forever.” Wylan said, his brain running through thousands of possibilities. “Maybe we can set a trap for them?”

Matthias snorted, “They’ll turn that into a trap against us. Bad idea.”

“Well, we need to do something. I need money!” Jesper argued.

“You don’t need it, you’re just going to gamble it all!” Wylan said, raising his voice slightly.

Starting fires wherever we go

Watching ‘em gamble everything they own

The group stopped arguing as the sound of glass breaking filled the room. KAz swung his cane one more time and a strangled bird cry came out. He stuck his hand out the broken window and grabbed the bird. Throwing it onto the table in anger.

“A cardinal.” Inej whispered.

Kaz slammed his hand down on the table, “She knows! She knows! How does she always know!” He yelled, picking up a glass and throwing it all the wall, causing Nina to flinch and Jesper instinctively step closer to Wylan. Kaz looked up with death in his eyes. “Change of plans. We’re killing the Cardinal. No matter the cost.

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Trouble

(Trouble)

“Ready girls?” Y/n whispered into the small, barely workable communication device that her Fabrikator, Aisha (Raven), had been working on for months. 

“Yeah.” Luna (Eagle) whispered back.

“Ready, C.” Patty (Hawk) responded.

“Steph?” Y/n asked as she pulled her dark red hood over her head.

A few grunts were heard before Stephanie's ( voice filled their ears, “Yep, ready boss.”

Y/n smiled as she began to climb down the walls of the building to the top window, careful to stay out of the Wraiths' sight. “Great. Let’s commit some crimes. Shall we?”

Stephanie giggles, the clicking of her guns being prominent. “Oh, we shall. Ooo, my fellow sharpshooter, my favorite.” 

The line went quiet as Y/n carefully crawled through the opened window, landing silently in the office. She walked briskly to the desk, quietly rummaging through the drawers. She let out a gasp as her arm was pulled back and a familiar cane wrapped around her neck, causing her back to be flush against someone's chest.

Trouble coming in the dead of night

Trouble making everything alright

“Looking for something?” Kaz said quietly into her ear, proud as to finally catch the Cardinal. 

Y/n sighed with a smirk, “Yes. I am.” She said before kicking out his leg, being sure to not hit his bad one. He grunted and took a step back, keeping the cane around her throat. She took the chance to duck out of the way and push him back against the wall, raising her dagger in between the two.

“Y’know, I was very offended to find out you killed my bird.” Y/n said, her hood shielding her eyes.

“Should’ve told it to stay away. The Crow is stronger than the Cardinal after all.”

Y/n laughed, “Oh, Kaz. You should know by now strength is not the most valuable trait of this lifestyle. It’s intelligence-” Kaz’s eyes widened.

“In which I’d have the upperhand on both of you.” A new voice said as two arms knocked the dagger from Y/n’s hands, bringing them behind her back and ripping the hood from her head. Kaz stared at her as people grabbed him as well. He had never truly seen the Cardinal without her hood, and he hated to admit how her face made his heart stutter,

It’s in your blood

It’s in your bones

You cannot sleep for

You cannot sleep for

The two hostages were dragged down the stairs to see their fellow partners bound in ropes. They pushed the two down on their knees next to each other, causing Kaz to let out a grunt as his leg bent weird. Y/n sighed, disappointed in her lack to see the real trap behind Kaz’s. 

“Well, well, well. Look what I have found.” Pekka said with a disgusting smile, looking at each of the criminals tied up. “A bunch of little thieves who think they are so smart.” Pekka continued on his speech as Y/n struggled with her binds. If only she could reach her ear.

“Kaz.” She whispered quietly, careful to not let the boasting man hear.

“What?” He hissed angrily.

She sighed again, “I need you to kiss my ear.”

Kaz almost looked like he was going to hurl, causing the girl to roll her eyes. 

“What the fuck? No way.” He whispered back.

Whoa, oh

Whoa, oh

Tro-tro-trouble, trouble

“Do you want to get out of this?”

“How will kissing your ear help?”

“Just do it, for Saint’s sake!”

“Hey! Quiet, little bird.” Pekka said, walking over and caressing the girl's face with her own blade. She looked at him in disgust and spit in his face, causing everyone's eyes to widen. Pekka calmly wiped the spit from his face before angrily sliding the dagger against her cheek, slicing her skin.

Y/n smiled at him, “Red is my favorite color, you know?”

Pekka glared at her in anger, “Useless slut.” He said before walking back to his men, pulling them into a circle and talking quietly.

“Now!” She whispered to Kaz who reluctantly brought his lips to her ear, ignoring the water pooling around his knees. His lips met a piece of cold metal and he pulled back, actually looking into her ear to see a weird device.

“What is that?” He questioned, eyebrows raised.

Y/n ignored him, “Raven, are you there?” She whispered to nothing, before a relieved smile came across her face. “Emergency. Help. Now.”

Woah, oh

Woah, oh

Here comes trouble, trouble

After a few moments the door of the house burst open, letting in birds of all different kinds, all flocking around and clawing at anything they could get their claws on, Pekka and his men included and targeted.

“Hey, Cardinal.” A voice whispered from behind the girl as she cut her restraints.

“Raven, good timing.” Y/n responded with a smile, taking the dagger Aisha handed her. “Free the other Scarlets. Leave the Crows for now.”

“No, you let us go. I helped you.” Kaz protested as a few of Pekkas men ran out of the house.

“No can do, Brekker.” Y/n said before pulling her hood back up and going to fight off the men that weren’t scared by the birds.

After a few moments a disgruntled, furious yell broke out, “I will get you and kill you all!” Pekka screamed as he ran from the house, scratches littering his skin.

Y/n whistled to the birds, causing them all to stop and fly out the door, their duty finally fulfilled. Her Scarlets stood beside her as she studied the Crows, still tied up and on the floor, a few adorning bird scratches.

“Free them.” She demanded her girls, who broke out in protest. She raised her hand and they silenced. “They will not kill us. They need us, as we need them.” She addressed their concerns and they reluctantly cut the ropes binding their hands. Immediately Inej stood and got into a fighting stance. Her fellow Crows followed after, other than Kaz, who simply lifted his hand to tell them to be calm.

“We need you, do we?” He asked, taking a step towards the Cardinal.

“Yes, as do we, you. Pekka Rollins is, obviously, after us both. We are small groups. Six in yours, five in mine. Rollins has dozens of Dime Lions. It is simply impossible for one of us alone to take him down. You know that, hence why you didn’t let your Crows attack. Isn’t that correct?”

“Unfortunately it is. We shall work together.” Every bird in the room protested. “Until Pekka is down.”

Y/n smiled and held out her hand, “And then you can go back to getting bested by the Night Scarlets. 

“I’m not planning on it.” He said, not raising his hand, and Y/n, ever so observant, had noticed his touch aversion ages ago.

“Air shake.” 

“No.”

“Come on.”

“No.”

“It’s not a deal unless we shake on it.”

“No.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“No.”

“You don’t have weapons.”

“No.”

“I’m smarter than you.”

“No.”

“I’m cooler than you.” Everyone laughed, even Kaz had let a small, smug smirk fall upon his lips.

“You aren’t.” He said, pretending to shake the girl's hand without touching it.

There are dogs on the loose, there are snakes in the desert (in the desert)

I’m that knife in your boot, girl, I got ya (Girl, I got ya)

I’m your number two man in a fight (In a fight)

“And then, we win. Easy peasy.” Y/n said, finishing explaining the plan to the now group of nine.

“Easy peasy my ass.” Jesper mumbled.

“Language, Jes. A kruge.” Y/n smiled triumphantly as Jesper rolled his eyes and handed the girl a kruge. In the three months the two groups had been working together they had become quite close.

“Oh, yeah. I’m so ready for this. We’re so gonna win.” Patty said with a large smile, her arm linked with Nina’s who nodded along.

Y/n laughed slightly, “We will. Now go. Get rest. You’ll need it. We have a big day tomorrow.”

We are revolutionaries tonight

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Trouble

(Trouble)

The office emptied, leaving the Crow and Cardinal. Kaz stared at the map, thinking hard.

“Kaz, what’s on your mind?” Y/n asked, placing her hand next to his to provide comfort without actually touching him.

“We can’t do it. We aren’t strong enough.” He muttered and Y/n laughed. Kaz looked at her in annoyance.

“Kaz. We are just about the strongest lot Kerch has seen. We’ve got this. We’re the coolest bunch in Ketterdam.”

Kaz shook his head with a smile he only let out around her. A genuine, happy smile. “Yes, we’re so cool. Do cool people always talk about how cool they are, though?”

Y/n nodded, “Obviously. Have you met me?” She asked with a teasing smile.

“Unfortunately, I have.” 

Trouble coming in the dead of night

Trouble making everythin’ alright

Y/n put her hand over her heart with a gasp. “I’m hurt. You, Kaz R. Brekker, have wounded me right in the heart.” He smiled at the use of his real last names initial, something she had always done once she learned his last name was truly Rietveld. 

It’s in your blood

It’s in your bones

You cannot sleep for

You cannot sleep for

“Oh no, Kaz, I'm Feeling light headed.” Y/n said, stumbling back towards the bed. She fell once the back of her calves hit the bed frame. “I see the light!” She said, reaching her arm up towards the sky. “Oh, it’s getting brighter! Kaz! It’s getting brighter!” She portrayed blood spurting from her chest, before spasming and falling limp, her tongue hanging from her mouth.

She failed to hide her smile as Kaz’s oh so beautiful laugh filled the air. It was like music to her ears. Compared to most people, Y/n got through Kaz’s walls rather quickly, which surprised everyone, including Kaz himself. She had provided him a safe space, free from the water and cold skin and lifeless eyes.

Y/n continued to play dead even after the laughter stopped, not failing to hear the footsteps nearing the bed, causing her heart to speed up. In just a moment, a soft hand gripped hers and pulled her body up as Kaz pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you.” He whispered, before quickly pulling away before the water rose above his head.

Heat creeped up Y/n’s neck, “For?”

“Making me look cooler by your loserness.” He simply said before walking out, pretending nothing happened.

Y/n smiled to herself, falling back onto the bed, a dreamy sigh falling from her lips. She kicked the air while giggling in excitement. Oh, how whipped the Cardinal was for the Crow.

Crazy.

Woah, oh

Woah, oh

Here comes trouble, trouble

[johns-prince]

Y'all I see talk about John being the codependent one between the Lennon-McCartney pair, as if Paul wasn't off in Scotland having a literal spiraling breakdown over the heartbreak and shattering of his world and reality as he'd always known it, of no longer having John, his partner since they were teens, and the band they'd put their spark to give it life (George's words not mine), whilst freshly married with a wife and kid(s).

As if Linda didn't out Paul as being desperate to write with John again.

Paul the family-man man, had to be told by John, the not-so serious family-man man, that he couldn't just come showing up around to play guitar and hangout whenever he'd like, like it was the old days again—I've got a baby in the house Paul you can't just come ringing and knocking at whatever time you want, I'm a (her) husband™ now.

It wasn't John doing that, it was Paul.

I can't stress this enough that both of them were literally balls-to-the-walls crazy about their relationship to each other, their collaborative partnership. Like it was borderline unhealthy, let's be real, let's be frank, how territorial and possessive and near obsessive (full obsessive let's be real Paul's just a teeny bit better at masking it) they were about each other.

The codependency came from both of them.

Not for nothin' if it hadn't been for Linda, Paul might've gotten just as bad about the whole divorce and heartbreak as John had (not just the substance abuse like alcohol but going from one extreme to the other about what they had)

But like all you gotta do is look at how Paul always seems to find a way to bring up and mention John in nearly every interview, or how he dreams of John often and they're usually good dreams, or that he'll imagine John's with him in the room and like they're having a jam session to work out his music, or Paul labeling what they had as soulmates, or how he almost fully insinuated that if he'd been a girl then maybe he could've done something about Yoko, or the fact Paul had (has?) A six foot tall photo of him and John taken by Linda writing lyrics sitting very close in an office, or Paul refusing to acknowledge the fact John was dead and gone for like months, or Paul locking himself in his studio after John's death and blasting (Just Like) Starting Over on repeat for like days, or how apparently for awhile Paul kept talking about John in the present tense (even though John was dead) and it low-key freaked some people out, or Paul believing he witnessed John's spirit in the studio he was during the interview, or him thinking a white peacock that appeared suddenly during a photoshoot of him, Ringo, and George, was John, or the playback static at the end of their recording 'Free as a Bird' was John because Paul swears he heard in that static John Lennon, or his once joking? of wanting his son to name his grandson Lennon so that put together his grandson would be named Lennon McCartney, or—

Basically what I'm trying to say is John wasn't the codependent bff here like he was but so was Paul they were each other's codependent butt-buddy bffluv4eva.

[predoom]

ohoneohone

Saturday, September 24th, 2005 2:14 pm but i am too weak to be your cure night started out strong. got kinda wack. want to go on a date to the corpse bride? (157 Comments |Comment on this) Tuesday, September 20th, 2005 12:56 pm ruckus juice dear demar,

i am sorry.

sugar in chicago. Monday, September 19th, 2005 12:19 pm mike murphy all up in demar hamiltons ass went to the alk3/my chemical bromance with demar and nick on the dick. pretty hilarious. the bands let the good times roll. went by pizza metro and made awesome jokes. and ate like 60 bucks worth of super flat pizza. startling revelations about demars life. i like hanging with old friends. down the street from the girl to trevia. kinda chill. matt skiba talked to me about clandestine. pretty amazing. we are wearing all black coming up hats. greg let me dj for a minute and i played some faint and refused. P-Unit. people at my house when i went home. freaked me out. sleeeepover prince. search the net and you can find some amazing pictures. Saturday, September 17th, 2005 4:52 pm reNICKulous woah. got my g.i. joe aircraft carrier in the mail yesterday. its seven feet long. thats like me and patrick stacked on top of eachother. ate a box of life cereal yesterday. kinda gross. somehow with all the chaos of everything i got normal again. its weird to me that 50cents mom is a lesbian. i dunno why. it totally fits and totally doesn't. just like everything else. i saw the motorola commercial we were asked to be in with madonna. yeah thats right- "sell out boy" turned one down cause it wasn't the right situation. haha. we would have had to cancel shows and all- just wasn't right. i just wanted to meet the material girl. we don't do everything were asked to. waited out going over to watch demar pass out and get kissed. instead went to the city. carnival life. we bought ice cream shoes online from hongkong. get jealous. counted freckles. yawn. patrick came over today. we worked on some secret stuff. him and his gee eff are way too lame and cute. i cant wait to see corpse bride. awesomeness. just waiting for tonight to happen.

oops comments wahahaha. Thursday, September 15th, 2005 11:27 pm this week he's mopping floors, next week he's on fries early bird gets the worm. took a headache for my tylenol. went to the cover shoot for spin magazine. it was ridiculous as always. i put myself into the worst clothes i could find cause thats just funny to me on the inside. nickplan and drunkmar showed up cause they keep it the realest. got weird emails all day. pretty standard. someday we'll be nostalgic for right now. but until then you can put it in a pinebox. its funny the mistakes you realize you are making as you go about things. cause those are the worst. it only makes sense when you are that close. otherwise its blurry and filled with lies. and you can say whatever you want but in the dark i know what you look like and think- and no one else does. nothing that needs to be spoken of. im the kind of kid that will go to the goddamned end. file me under: fucking speechless. right to her house. wow, it's been a month. we don't talk. it goes without saying. freckles. kinda dreamy. and i ain't too hard on the eyes. only those arms make it okay. i just don't care anymore. this is the three year boy. this is the lover boy. this is the keeper. the is the one that got away. i drop records, not names. so i'm not letting you in. buzznet updated. please leave my friends or whatever alone, because i have- and im sick of hearing about it. raise your hand if you're excited for fall tour. time to become the person i was supposed to be.

Current Music: you make me wanna lala 12:59 am "growing uuuuuuuuup, i guess i am my own better half" what were they thinking? i'm tired. ate for the first time in what feels like forever today. you know gotta keep that charm. what does that even mean? actually have to get up at 9am for a photo shoot tommorrow. the wackest. i guess it could be worse. i could have to sell stuff or work in a factory instead of just getting laughed at by some dumb photographer cause we don't know how to pose right. flashflashflash. goddamn the new panic at the disco record makes me feel okay in any situation. only two people in the entire world know how it goes. its kind of funny that i get to be one of them. but its strange the way only one person makes you feel electric. like you were meant to be three inches away from them always. but then its gone. or they are. went to green street hooligans. ate your popcorn and drank your soda. cause im kinda a baby. movie dates are funny cause you either watch the movie or you talk the whole time. both are kind of a let down. fall is definitely hug season. bring it on. who knows how it turns out. don't believe the hype. i didn't overdose. this really is me typing.

Tuesday, September 13th, 2005 10:39 pm difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week. oh no oh no. i don't get it but then i don't think i am supposed to. today woke up and bought my friend shoes cause she's rad and i like buying stuff for my friends. i am sick, but it's gonna be okay. i love going to bars with my friends and ordering 5 dollar sprites. yeah i'm that guy. right now i wish this was a lyric i wrote: "i dunno why other rappers try and dis you. cause even my superficial raps are super official". i'm supposed to be waiting by the phone but i'm always at front desk in the hotel lobby. i told my friend that i want to get super big bling jesus necklace- they said it doesn't make sense because im not super into jesus- but i told them that was the whole point. i sing the blues just for the covers of magazines. oh yeah. the rest of my day. ive been going out into the real world alot lately. the sun hurts my eyes but you're making me grin. went to joes house in boy's town- its like one inch big and filled with 80 million things. ebay says that my g.i. joe aircraft carrier is in the mail. but who knows cause i tell people shit is in the mail all the time. its like waking up from a dream and not being sure. for sure. our new video is pretty sweet. hung with the bestest. it feels nice outside. time to go play. i think i am going to be vegetarian again, then probably vegan. cause it just feels right. like you. all i do is watch thundercats and crush hard. what a life.

Current Music: christina milian 2:22 am go right on reds, get left at altars i want to write a "hey momma" song for the emo world. it smells like coffee and rain everywhere today for me.

i have lost all respect for you. before you make accusations, check the scoreboard sweetheart.

just when you are about to give up sometimes a light comes on. like its the only one out there. and when you are unhappy they are a shoulder. and they make you laugh when you get thrown out the window like trash from a car. old friends bend. you got me smiling like it was a dream. and i am slowly letting everything else go.

let go let go.

ive got a crush.

[ghostlyhamburger]

Husband Watches Miraculous: Shanghai Special

OK so we don't have an ultra long intro this time. Maybe that extra five minutes will be put towards plot!

That wristband. That's Wayzz. Oh no it's a dragon charm.

I called it! Fan guy will be explained in the next special! It's gotta be connected to the Miraculous bullshit somehow.

I really like this intro so far.

Guardian was always capitalized in the other subtitles but not here so that makes me think this might not be Miraculous stuff.

Oh so they murdered her father.

There was no real leadin to the other special that gave any context. I like Fei so far.

Is this supposed to be summer break?

And someone's gonna try to steal Tikki.

Girl NO. NOOO.

There are LIMITS to the amount of crazy a girl should be able to get away with. DO NOT PUT YOURSELF IN A BOX AND SHIP YOURSELF TO SHANGHAI. that is stalkerish.

Gabriel's actually going? Are you actually going to let Adrien spend time with friends?

All right so what's this magical eclipse all about?

How'd he get the bracelet?

So the Prodigious is the prototype of the Miraculous?

If you destroy them you can't get their miraculouses

Okay. I just need to point out some serious stupidity. The trinket for the Prodigious was already in China. It was stolen from the person in China. and then sent to Paris so that he could fly it back to China to take part in the ritual to get the Prodigious. WHY

That is how spines break! Marinette has no spines! Or maybe she could fit inside that box actually

So Tom and Sabine were struggling financially according to other episodes. How are they gonna afford to send her to China?

Why is he prepared for this?

Okay so they actually explained it.

When did he learn to speak English? That was a big thing of his episode, that he could not speak English or French. Or did Marinette learn to speak Chinese or one of the many Chinese languages.

Oh they addressed that.

This is a much better getting someone who's not familiar with the thing getting invested in the story rather than punching your face in heavy handed.

They had to do completely new modeling for this.

Those are just actual photos.

Why the fuck

Super stalkery

Ahh. Gorilla collects action figures.

This is not gonna go well.

It's weird seeing Gabriel walk around and do shit.

So this is Fei's story, basically.

Hm. Master of disguise stuff.

Gorilla's actually doing his job!

Dead eye Tikki

She took the kwagatama.

There's no way she wouldn't notice the earrings slipping off. The inconsistency of the rules is really annoying. In Lady Wifi, Alya had to go behind the ear to get the backing but now they're clip ons?

Also you would definitely feel your bag being taken like that

Okay this is a cute little moment.

There's a lot of tourists in Shanghai, she should be able to get help.

Dumplings.

I like Bastille.

But he's the one who's been fucking with you!

That's the same fan that the bad guy had, so

This is the start of a very pixar-esque style that we see later on.

Oh they're just trying to help! Oh that's nice of them.

This one's just a lot more interesting than the other special.

I like how Gorilla's just playing with the bird.

They're both horrible liars.

If she doesn't have her wallet, how is she going to pay?

I like these little moments, but the subtleties on Fei's face say the guilt is getting to her as she's getting to know Marinette.

Aaand Chat Noir to save the day.

Your forms will do nothing here. You're just wasting energy.

Those are good kids. They're doing their best to help.

So we got an eclipse that does magic.

aaand Marinette switched modes.

"You're gonna call your uncle right now" with Marinette's own phone.

I like the subtle echo they have on Hawkmoth's monologue.

[Marinette transforms] is now really the time to dance, girl?

Into the well. Where she's gonna accidentally find the real thing, I think.

I wonder if the colors mean anything on that giant god of war esque staircase.

So this is gonna summon oh that's a big dude.

So Chat's gonna come in and he's gonna fight Hawkmoth and Fei's gonna fight the Prodigious dude

I like the outfit.

[Long Long] is cute.

Oh that's interesting. So it's a different type of transformation.

Heh Hawkmoth got a basketball to the dick

I didn't know he could use an akuma to change other people. That doesn't follow logic we saw in the Stoneheart episode. Although maybe since it returned to him he was able to repurpose it?

Time to get the fuck out of there, it's kaiju time.

"We gotta break the ball, the akuma's inside!" and now it's inside him.

[Gabriel gets thanos'd] oh jesus christ. He's murdered. He's just straight up murdered.

I like that this shows that the akumas are not completely controllable. It opens up a lot more ideas and things they could do with it that I know they're not going to.

This just feels like a complete story without rushing through everything.

"Only the power of the object can reach the akumatized object!" how do you know that? You know nothing of the Prodigious, Tikki has told you nothing of it! You could just dive into the mouth and get the thing yourself!

Goodbye Kitty.

You kinda need to survive so you can reset bomb everything.

Is this where Marinette reveals herself?

"Everything is because of me" No it's because of Hawkmoth. It's literally 1000% his fault. You're just the unlucky sucker who's in it and I hate this trope it is so stupid.

Kaiju battle!

That's a big vase. Put the dragon in the vase?

This is a reference to something, I just don't remember what.

It's nice seeing when Hawkmoth's plans actually go awry.

Everyone and everything back to existence! Except they all know what death is like now.

That was good form on that kick.

So Mei Shi's a kwami.

Overall thoughts. I like the implications of the Prodigious but it's not explained enough. It's like they're an attempt to attain things that shared aspects with other miraculouses but that's too much power for one person and the guardian is a kwami? Or like a kwami? I have so many questions that will never be answered on it.

Overall I like it though.

[aajjks]

reward!jungkook

“Syelle I love you and I’m so sorry I was too late to realize that… I really want to hug you for the last time.”

jungkook’s eulogy brings you to tears. not because syelle was this good samaritan but jungkook has admitted his feelings for her. you feel a tear fall down your cheek and drop onto the palm of your hand, your heart is broken, and you begin to feel so ashamed of what you’ve done.

you messed up a happy home but most importantly, you hurt jungkook to the core. had you just done your job and stay away, then maybe syelle would be alive and jungkook could’ve been happy with her.

your original plan was to disturb the peace and cause a ruckus. instead, you walk out after jungkook’s heartfelt eulogy and drive far far away from the city of seoul with jorja riding passenger. you toss your phone out of the car window because starting today, you’ll live a new life and take a page from syelle’s book.

dream big, achieve your goals, and find true happiness.

as the funeral comes to a close, both alina and eunwoo pull jungkook in for a group hug. “i’m so proud of you. i know that wasn’t easy” she says as eunwoo ruffles jungkook’s hair.

“excuse me” sung-woo interrupts the trio. “jungkook, i…i want to say thank you. i appreciate your speech about my daughter and i thank you for loving her. she really loved you and instead of killing like i want to, i’ll let you go. tomorrow my crew is coming to take her stuff from the house, so if there’s anything you want to keep her in memory, please take it now. i hope you heal and stay faithful to your next partner. goodbye”

sung-woo shakes jungkook’s hand to show that he has no hard feelings towards the young man and walks outside to get in his car and follow the limo to syelle’s gravesite.

“he even said he loves you, sy”

“he did?! i didn’t think he’d care”

“no, he definitely cares. it’s weird how it took your death for him to admit that but hey, to each their own”

“yeah. should i reach out to him?”

“fuck no! you stay in europe and live your dreams there. if it’s REALLY meant to be, he’ll find you”

“i can’t believe he said he loves me”

“yeah when you died. don’t forget that part”

“you’re so annoying, hoseok. *sighs* well i gotta go. gotta take care of a patient. i’ll call you later, k?”

“alright. you be safe syelle”

“you too”

“bye”

“bye-bye”

END.

It’s been a few months and you haven’t troubled jungkook at all- his life has been the same, he gets up at 5:00 am in the morning, goes to the gym, has breakfast, yeah he learned how to cook.

He’s still taking lessons and he really finds cooking fascinating. It’s therapeutic really, he’s starting to smile a little.

Now it’s 5 pm and he’s returning home, there’s nothing really special about his day, he’s been working hard because work keeps him busy.

He’s been alone but that’s a good thing. He was used to be scared of being lonely, but his fears have taught him a good lesson. Loneliness has actually been faithful to him, and he’s gotten used to the feeling of being lonely.

He decides to park his car to the side of the road and he gets out of it.

 there has been one place that he’s been visiting really often other than Syelles grave.

At least he has been faithful to her grave.

And that is the park near his home.

Jungkook walks, the weather is actually a little bit cooler now it feels a little bit happier. Maybe God is starting to forgive him.

Or maybe Syelle has forgiven him.

He enters the park and there are a few birds in the sky, the sun will go soon, he’s not too worried though.

Jungkook watches people playing, sitting, each doing their own thing- he smiles as he comes across his bench. He sits there and lets the breeze touch him.

He takes out the ring from his pocket- he always keeps it close to his heart. And stares at it. Tears well up in his eyes as he looks up to see a couple walking around giggling with their little girl.

He caresses the ring.

“I’m so sorry…” he whispers and closes his eyes, letting his tears fall.

Maybe if he had been faithful to his wife, they would have a child of their own, and maybe- just maybe that would be him with the love of his life and their little creation

Maybe if he had never married Syelle, this would be you and him.

And maybe if you had never existed, this would be him and Syelle.

Now it’s just jungkook.

And maybe he deserves to live this way.

He’s happy.

His loneliness is his reward.

_x_x_x_

[flabby-flattie-fatties]

Might be time to look into some small sponsorships from some sweets shops for both Ann and Rise

"Are you -uuuuurp- sure about this Ann?" Rise said as she rubbed her bloated belly, groaning as she tried to calm down the beast after making it suffer with so many candies.

"Absolutely! C-Come on Rise, didn't you say that you wanted the huge Risette comeback? Well, we first gotta start small, you know? A few sponsorships here and there, let people remember we're still in the showbiz, I'm pretty sure companies will go crazy after that"

Much like Ann expected, as her waistline grew, the offers for fashion magazines and just ads in general went down. This, however, was something that further emphasized her excitement for her gain. Going from the hottest model in the agency, one that had to constantly decline offer after offer from all kinds of shady companies who just wanted to use her body as a selling tool; to now barely even finding any agency who might want to work with her, having outgrown the size limit for "thick" and get into the downright "fat" territory.

Sometimes she would even contact agencies directly, send them pictures of herself, knowing fully well that they would reject her. The excitement she got from knowing she wouldn't be allowed to was simply intoxicating. And for as much as she didn't want to admit it... The same was true for Rise.

Watching her roommate ballooning alongside her, watching her get less and less business calls, it was an experience unlike any other... still, she did feel a little bad, so she decided to look for other things they could do, something that could kill two birds in one stone, and well, what better way to do it than by working with a candy agency?

The candy was cheap, the type that didn't really put much thought about how much sugar or calories they put in their product. A company that was kind of out of the loop and thought that hiring Ann Takamaki and the Risette for such a cheap price was a jackpot. The favorite kind of brand deal for Ann.

"I know, but we have been recording this AD for an hour, and you always -uuuuuuurp- tell me to stop after the scene of us eating the candies. I think my sugar rush just became a sugar crash"

Rise pouted as she rubbed her tummy and readjusted her bra, the damn thing kept moving and moving. The elastics must have been worn-out with how loose it was getting.

"Well, that's the most important -bwaaaaaarp- part, we have to sell the candy well. Come Rise, I thought you were a perfectionist in commercials. Come on, let's give it another shot"

"Ugh, ok"

Rise groaned as she sluggishly rose from her seat and adjust her bikini, changing her weary face to one filled with joy and happiness. She truly was a master in acting.

"3...2...1... Hi, I'm Ann Takamaki"

"And I'm Risette!"

"You might know us from our many many live performances and photo-shoots. But there is one thing you might not know about us"

"We are two girls with a massive sweet tooth, we just can't resist candy!"

"Well, that's a lie, I mean, look at us, we obviously can" Ann said, purposefully facing Rise and moving closer so their bellies would smoosh together. "But there is on candy we can't at all"

"Lulu's Lardycups. I swear, if my manager didn't ban it from the studio, I would spend all day eating it."

"Well, funny you mention that Risette. I just so happen to have a bowl right here!" Ann said as she picked up a bowl from a table off-screen

Immediately, both women started going ham on the sweets, devouring every single one of them until the bowl was empty.

"Jeez Takamaki, I guess I'm going to have to call you Pigkamaki if you keep eating like that"

"I just can't resist it, Lulu's Lardycups are so good, even us models can't resist a snack... Nah nah, cut! We didn't sell them well enough. Let's start from scratch Rise"

"-BWAAAAAAAAAARP- ugh"

[hope-to-hell]

Fulgurite Dreams part two: Geode.

Rated M for mildly smutty. Adrian Toomes x Reader.

———

Once upon a time, there was a vengeful man.

No, that’s not it. Try again.

Once upon a time, there was a man who did everything right but still lost.

No. Not that either. Pay attention.

Once upon a time there was an ordinary man. He scrubbed his hands with black soap in the evenings and had dreams filled with numbers winding around stone columns, of schematics, of birds, of high clouds in the moonlight. And once upon a time, that man woke up on a bright clear morning, kissed his little girl on the cheek, and went to find his fortune.

Once upon a time, that man got fucked. It wasn’t his fault— how could it be? He couldn’t have known that his big salvage job would be pulled right out from under him, but it was; all he got was a not your business any longer and that was that. Numbers crawled through his veins even as he tried and failed to keep his cool; already he could see the hole he’d be in once he paid his crew and the lenders started calling. Debt waits for no man, without a care for the hurt it brings.

But hey. We all know how it goes: Adrian Toomes got his. He took to the skies and made his fortune— and then some. He lost it, too, in a desperate move that made him reach too far; all that waited then was pain and the long monotony of prison.

Bullshit.

Say he decides that last job’s not worth the risk. Say his path forks and he goes the other way, sharing out what’s left and saying you boys have fun. Say he drops Liz and her beau off at the prom with a smile and a wave; maybe he knows what Peter’s been up to and maybe he doesn’t, but either way it doesn’t matter anymore. He gives his shovel talk and sees them off; if he goes home to hole up in his workshop long past midnight, that’s his affair.

How’d it go?

Oh, you know. Just threatened to fillet the kid if he hurts my girl.

I bet he was terrified. Now, how about you come inside and I’ll take your mind off things?

(Hey kid, you okay?

Yeah. Fine. Just got in an argument after school, is all. Doesn’t even hurt.)

He doesn’t come in with the smell of autumn clinging to his hair anymore, and the armature no longer leaves sore and roughened patches from where it pressed hard even through his leather jacket. But he rubs his stubbled cheek along your thigh just the same; he listens to the weather forecast every evening and whispers the wind’s secrets into the tender skin behind your ear. Gotta catch the updraft, sweetheart. Let it carry you; all the power in the word can’t compare to the moment you really soar.

He comes home with canvas bags full to bursting. Damn kids are asking for ratatouille, of all things.

He comes home with grease under his nails. He scrubs and scrubs and scrubs and all he says is

(No, kid. You’re not okay. Look at me. I know. I know.

Then why didn’t you say anything?

Because you have to do it. It’s in your blood.)

He comes home and makes a beeline for the workshop. When you go to find him, the car’s outside under a tarp, and inside— inside, his wings cast their angel silhouette against the wall.

Thought you were retired.

I am. But I can feel which way the wind’s blowing.

You dream of the earth splitting apart, flinging a bright moon into the sky. Fragments of stone rain down as everything becomes hot, then cold, then silent. You dream of long shadows and of Adrian’s teeth sharp like knives. You dream of your limbs bound tight, watching chaos and destruction and the eons-long reordering of the world.

The scale is never zeroed out. Its weights are always in flux, and you can either account for that or be crushed by it. Adrian breathes soft and warm against your neck; his voice is burred with sleep. Easy, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. His hand holds you steady as he eases inside, belly hair tickling the small of your back. Dreams don’t mean a damn thing. They’re just waypoints to get your mind from here to there. You think mountains have meaning? Or storms? They don’t care. They just are. He rolls his hips with infinite slowness, timed to the rise and fall of his chest. That’s the thing about getting older: you learn to savor what you have. And right now he has you, snug and secure in the long warm night.

Surprised you haven’t told Peter to run for the hills.

Wouldn’t make a difference if I did. He’s too damn stubborn.

Like you.

Hmph. Maybe. At least this way I can keep an eye on him. He rolls you under him and for a moment rests with his forehead against you, warm and sweat-slick and he isn’t nearly heavy enough, not with the way he holds himself up on his arms; he should be soft and weighty, all-encompassing. He should be breathing starlight into your skin; the soft rasp of his body on yours should whisper all the secrets he can’t say. And so you reach up and back to pull him down to you.

(Whether you tell her or not has to be your call. But you keep her safe, understand? Don’t bring your mess home to her.)

[fictionz]

New Fiction 2023 - January

"Psalms" (1-100) ed. Richard Challoner (1752)

Okay so this is where priests pull all the one-liners that they drop during sermons.

"The Husband Stitch" by Carmen Maria Machado (2017)

Can’t let it go despite the peril.

"Inventory" by Carmen Maria Machado (2017)

When in doubt, a list.

"Mothers" by Carmen Maria Machado (2017)

Penitent daughters of singular mothers.

"Especially Heinous" by Carmen Maria Machado (2017)

You learn sooner or later that they were always dead girls.

"Real Women Have Bodies" by Carmen Maria Machado (2017)

They’ll always find you.

"Eight Bites" by Carmen Maria Machado (2017)

When left with little recourse, it’s only natural to sing the song.

"The Resident" by Carmen Maria Machado (2017)

Make things around people? No, thank you.

"Difficult At Parties" by Carmen Maria Machado (2017)

The party parable rings universal.

"The First Peer" by Dayton Ward and Kevin Dilmore (2010)

The things we do when we failed to realize we’re not at fault.

"Reservoir Ferengi" by David McIntee (2010)

Can’t make a song bird do your taxes.

"The Slow Knife" by James Swallow (2010)

The only reasonable conclusion to plotting.

"The Unhappy Ones" by Keith R.A. DeCandido (2010)

Carving out the place you’re due from bone.

"Freedom Angst" by Britta Burdett Dennison (2010)

You can play the part, but when will you live it?

"Revenant" by Marc D. Giller (2010)

Once more: Star Trek is primed for horror.

"Work Is Hard" by Greg Cox (2010)

Achieving a satisfactory life.

"The Briefcase" by Rebecca Makkai, performed by Victor Garber for NPR's Selected Shorts (2009, 2023)

The skin is loose but if it fits...

"Paradise" by Yxta Maya Murray, performed by Tanis Parenteau for NPR's Selected Shorts (2020, 2023)

Limited options means limited solutions.

Honor in the Night by Scott Pearson (2010)

That’s the stuff. A cross-generational Star Trek mystery is just my game.

Trapped in Bat Wing Hall by R.L. Stine (1995)

Goosebumps books are simply a delight.

A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare, presented by Rice University Department of Visual and Dramatic Arts (1595, 2013)

Hey, this Shakespeare guy was pretty funny.

"Comet as Paperboy" by Samantha Blysse Haviland (2022)

Forever waiting.

"The Art of Negotiation" by Meghan Privitello (2016)

We’re still waiting.

"Forest Spirits" by Secondlina (2022)

Give them space.

"Forest Spirits 2" by Secondlina (2022)

Gotta have a Joe.

"With Sympathy" by Oglaf Comics (2017)

You can have it.

"it went like this" by chaumas-deactivated20230115 (2023)

Power of the belly.

Simpsons Comics Colossal Compendium - Volume One (2013)

Just when I think I’m out, they pull me back in.

"Full Void Demo" dev. OutOfTheBit (2023)

Oh this is great. I've been in the mood to play a game just like this. 2D movement, careful and considered locomotion, single screen puzzles with no frustrating resets to far back in the level when a player dies. It looks and sounds amazing, and I love the environment design.

Thunderbirds dev. Saffire (2004)

I worked on this nearly twenty years ago but somehow wasn’t sure that I’d actually completed the game. Now I know.

"bugs" dir. k. pakiz (2023)

Of course there’s hats.

"enter initials" dir. k. pakiz (2023)

Three letters, no supervision.

Avatar: The Way of Water dir. James Cameron (2022)

Looks pretty, stops short.

Whitney Houston: I Wanna Dance with Somebody dir. Kasi Lemmons (2022)

A respectful consideration.

Thunderbirds dir. Jonathan Frakes (2004)

I wasn’t sure about the game, but I know I hadn’t watched this movie. Something in the wake of the Spy Kids era.

M3GAN dir. Gerard Johnstone (2023)

It builds up but doesn’t quite land. Not sure what I expected, but it seems to have done well so they’ll get another shot.

Corsage dir. Marie Kreutzer (2022)

Just follow a person for a while and listen.

Broker dir. Hirokazu Kore-eda (2022)

There’s no conscious family.

Skinamarink dir. Kyle Edward Ball (2022)

You had me without the jumpscares.

Plane dir. Jean-François Richet (2023)

Plane goes down, plane goes up.

Missing dir. Will Merrick & Nick Johnson (2023)

They ratchet up the melodrama.

That Time I Got Reincarnated As a Slime the Movie: Scarlet Bond dir. Yasuhito Kikuchi (2023)

As lost in the weeds as expected.

A Man Called Otto dir. Marc Forster (2023)

I mean, so would I.

Puss In Boots: The Last Wish dir. Joel Crawford (2022)

This many characters done so well. An impressive story.

Women Talking dir. Sarah Polley (2022)

Stageplay tragedies.

Thunderbirds - "Trapped In The Sky" (1965)

An impressive VFX showcase.

Tales from the Crypt - "The Man Who Was Death" (1989)

This is supposed to be the best the series has to offer? (But I’m here for the cheese anyway.)

The Outer Limits - Seasons 1-3 (1995-1997)

Speaking of cheese, this is perfect 90s sci-fi, and a fine example of Canada’s dominance of 90s TV production.

[ultrcviolet]

𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  :  𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡  .

the  “  you're loveable , but you're just troubled  ”  chapter  .

A PLACE IN THIS WORLD —   TAYLOR SWIFT  !

❝              i’m alone , on my own & that’s all i know . i’ll be strong , i’ll be wrong . oh , but life goes on . i’m just a girl tryin’ to find a place in this world .  ❞

BSC —   MAISIE  PETERS  !

❝               i am unhinged ! i am scaling all these walls , i’ve gone within . i am both kathy bates & stephen king . i can write you out the way i wrote you in because here’s the thing . you broke me big time . it’s funny & i’m laughing , baby . you think i’m alright , but i’m actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy ! ❞

CONTROL   —   HALSEY  !

❝              i’m bigger than my body . i’m colder than this home . i’m meaner than my demons . i’m bigger than these bones . all the kids cried out “ please stop , you’re scaring me ” ! i can’t help this awful energy . god damn right , you should be scared of me  ! who is in control ?  ❞

DON’T LET ME GET ME   —   P!NK  !

❝              teachers  dated  me  ,  my  parents  hated  me  .  i  was  always  in  a  fight  ,  'cause  i  can't  do  nothing  right  .  every  day  i  fight  a  war  against  the  mirror  .  i  can't  take  the  person  staring  back  at  me  .  i'm  a  hazard  to  myself  .  don't  let  me  get  me  .  i'm  my  own  worst  enemy  .  it's  bad  when  you  annoy  yourself  .  so  irritating  ,  don't  wanna  be  my  friend  no  more  .❞

EYES OPEN   —   TAYLOR SWIFT  !

❝              so  here  you  are  ,  two  steps  ahead  &  staying  on  guard  .  every  lesson  forms  a  new  scar  .  they  never  thought  you'd  make  it  this  far  ,  but  turn  around  ,  oh  they've  surrounded  you  .  it's  a  showdown  &  nobody  comes  to  save  you  now  .  but  you've  got  something  they  don't  .  you've  just  gotta  keep  your  eyes  open  .  everybody's  waiting  for  you  to  break  down  ,  everybody's  watching  to  see  the  fallout  .  even  when  you're  sleeping  ,  keep  your  eyes  open  .  ❞

GIRL IS A GUN   —   HALSEY  !

❝              it's  a  shot  in  the  dark  ,  i'm  not  a  walk  in  the  park  .  i  come  loaded  with  the  safety  switched  off  .  this  girl  is  a  gun  &  we've  been  having  some  fun  .  i  could  show  you  if  you  turn  the  lights  on  .  this  girl  is  a  gun  .  before  you  know  it  ,  it's  done  &  you'll  be  wishing  that  you  crossed  your  fingers  .  oh  but  god  is  it  fun  when  you  can  have  more  than  one  .  so  lemme  show  you  how  to  touch  my  trigger  .  ❞

I AM NOT A ROBOT  —   MARINA  !

❝              you've been acting awful tough lately , smoking a lot of cigarettes lately . but inside , you're just a little baby . it's okay to say you've got a weak spot . you don't always have to be on top . better to be hated than loved for what you're not . you're vulnerable , you're vulnerable . you are not a robot . you're lovable . so lovable , but you're just troubled . guess what i'm not a robot .  ❞

I KNOW THE END   —   PHOEBE BRIDGERS  !

❝              out  in  the  park  ,  we  watch  the  sunset  .  talking  on  a  rusty  swing  set  .  after  a  while  you  went  quiet  &  i  got  mean  .  i'm  always  pushing  you  away  from  me  ,  but  you  come  back  with  gravity  .  when  i  call  ,  you  come  home  .  a  bird  in  your  teeth  .  so  i  gotta  go  .  i  know  ,  i  know  ,  i  know  .  when  the  sirens  sound  ,  you'll  hide  under  the  floor  .  but  i'm  not  gonna  go  down  with  my  hometown  in  a  tornado  .  i'm  gonna  chase  it  .  ❞

IT’S ALRIGHT   —   MOTHER MOTHER  !

❝              it's  alright  ,  it's  okay  .  it's  alright  ,  it's  okay  .  you're  not  a  monster  ,  just  a  human  &  you  made  a  few  mistakes  .  it's  alright  ,  it's  okay  .  it's  alright  ,  it's  okay  .  you're  not  gruesome  ,  just  human  &  you  made  a  few  mistakes  .  it's  alright  ,  it's  okay  .  goddamn  ,  i  throw  a  brick  right  through  the  window  of  my  life  .  ignored  the  signals  ,  i  am  high  and  drunk  on  ego  .  can't  see  straight  so  i  just  feel  my  way  around  .  i  am  touching  ,  i  am  grabbing  everything  i  can't  be  havin'  .  i  am  broken  down  in  shame  .  ❞

RENEGADE   —   TAYLOR SWIFT  !

❝              are  you  really  gonna  talk  about  timing  in  times  like  these  ?  &  let  all  your  damage  damage  me  ?  carry  your  baggage  up  my  street  ,  make  me  your  future  history  .  it's  time  .  you've  come  a  long  way  ,  open  the  blinds  .  let  me  see  your  face  .  you  wouldn't  be  the  first  renegade  to  need  somebody  .  ❞

THE OUTSIDE   —   TAYLOR  SWIFT  !

❝              i didn’t know what i would find when i went looking for a reason . i know i didn’t read between the lines & baby , i’ve got nowhere to go . i tried to take the road less travelled by , but nothing seems to work the first few times . so how can i ever try to be better ? nobody ever lets me in . i can still see you , this ain’t the best view . on the outside , looking in . i’ve been a lot of lonely places , but i’ve never been on the outside .  ❞

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 4: Reunion

Narrated by Caprico.

~Content Warning: mild language, murder, mild blood~

Narrator: She seems completely accustomed to her new legs now, and her injuries are healing.

Narrator: So I open the gate of the factory and ask her to leave.

Caprico: You’ve been resting for long enough. It’s time for you to go.

Girl: Huh? But didn’t you say you need to do more experiments? Give me a new robotic arm! It looks so cool!

Narrator: I glare at her, but she simply makes a funny face at me.

Caprico: These legs are yours now. Just leave, Phyllis.

Narrator: She stares at me for a while before lowering her head, kicking some pebbles with her robotic leg and smiling faintly.

Girl: Yeah... I still gotta join the Justiciars. I haven’t given up yet!

Narrator: I don’t care where she’s off to. It doesn’t matter. Now that she’s not hiding the coin, she won’t be an easy target anymore.

Girl: Thank you, kind sir!

Narrator: She keeps turning around to wave at me until her silhouette disappears in the distance.

Narrator: Finally, peace and quiet.

Narrator: I close the factory gate and take out my halfway-done design blueprint. Feels like it’s been a while since I last worked on it.

Narrator: I return to my work, to the life I’m used to.

Narrator: We meet again a mere few days later. She’s not banging on the door this time.

Narrator: I see her face on my electronic comms screen. She’s injured even worse than before. Several bandits have her in their clutches.

??: Hey, robot freak! We have your sweetheart. If you value her life, hand over the Justiciars’ coin this instant!

Caprico: Huh?

Narrator: It takes me a while to figure out who they mean by “sweetheart.” What a tasteless joke.

Narrator: I simply turn off the comms and continue with my work. The coin is useless to me, but I don’t want them to have it.

Choose either “You really aren’t going to save her?” or “You’re heartless!”

If “save her,” ...

You: Are you sure you’re not gonna save her?

Narrator: She no longer lives in my factory and doesn’t matter to me anymore. I don’t meddle in other people’s affairs.

If “heartless,” ...

You: That’s so cold-blooded of you!

Narrator: Machines are the only things I care about. She no longer lives in my factory and doesn’t matter to me anymore.

--

Narrator: Still... she sure is as loud as always.

Girl: Bastards! Cowards! Midgets! Maggots! I curse you all to rot away in the Red Valley!

Girl: Wusses! Shameless swindlers! How dare you try to dupe the kind robot man!

Narrator: She rants on in streams of garbled dialects. If even I find it loud, the bandits will probably be driven crazy soon.

Hooligan: Have you gone insane? Kind robot man? Kind? Really? Who do you think killed your bird and smashed your legs?

Girl: My bird died and I lost my legs because of YOUR bombs, jerkwads! And now you’re after the kind man, too? I’ll bite your ankles!

Hooligan: HE made the bombs! HE sold them to us! Shut it, pea-brained lass!

Narrator: The bandit speaks the truth. The girl falls silent for a few seconds before shouting again.

Girl: Yes, he made the bombs, but the bombs aren’t guilty! You warthogs are the ones who used them! You’re the ones at fault!

Caprico: ...Irritating.

Narrator: I can’t work like this. I need to make sure she leaves. I open the door and toss the coin out.

Girl: No!

Narrator: The leader of the bandits comes rushing over eagerly, arm extended.

Hooligan: Aha! You fools! Now that I have the coin, you’re both useless to me. I’ll...

Narrator: The second his fingers touch the coin, the miniature bomb I installed on the engraved thorny rose explodes.

Narrator: I calculated the range of the explosion perfectly.

Narrator: The girl is unscathed, while the bandits who lost their leader run off screaming.

Narrator: Some blood splashes into her eyes, but she doesn’t even blink. She simply stares blankly at me.

Caprico: I’m not a good person, nor do I want to be one.

Caprico: From now on, stay away from me.

Narrator: I close the factory gate once more. I can hear her banging on it, crying, like back when we first met.

Narrator: The roomba hears her and moves towards the door, but I kick it aside.

Cleaning Robot: Phyllis... It’s Phyllis.

Caprico: ...

Caprico: Go do your job.

Narrator: I’m not sure how much time has passed, but the banging ceases gradually. Finally, silence falls once more.

Narrator: I never saw her again after that. Sometimes, though, I get letters from all over the world, addressed to the factory.

Postman: Hey... hey! You’ve got mail!

Narrator: My AI camera aims itself at the courier. He seems shocked by the sudden movement and runs off, dropping the letter at the door.

Narrator: My roomba beeps and heads out, while I continue working at my desk, too focused to even blink.

Choose “Who sent this?”

You: Who sent the letter?

Narrator: Who knows. Ask the roomba.

Cleaning Robot: You’ve got mail. You’ve got mail. You’ve got mail, Mr. Caprico.

Chapter 1

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[thatsohkai]

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what’s a song you can put on repeat & never get tired of ?

   no role modelz j. cole - “no role models and i’m here right now, no role models to speak of. searching through my memory, my memory, i couldn’t find one, last night i was getting my feet rubbed.”

a song that instantly lifts your mood when you’re sad

   reel it in amine - “and i’m tired of being humble, b*tch i feel no way. this that young, young sh*t i may pull up to your bitch like, reel it in. i got the bag tell a friend.”

your favorite song from your all-time favorite artist 

   villuminati j. cole - “please forgive, according the preacher man, he need jesus in him. but the devil run the tv, so the demons in him. im in trouble, did a deal with the devil, now i’m pleading with him… like ‘give my soul…i ain’t letting you go again.”

a song that inspires or motivates you

   finish line chance the rapper - “ but who would think the raps would turn into racks? don’t matter, matter fact, it could happen to you. scars on my head i’m the boy who lived. the boy love playing when the boy too sick, reclining on a prayer, i’m declining the help. i’ve been lying to my body, can’t rely on myself.”

what’s a song that reminds you of someone ?

   so high doja cat - “blow, weed, pop x, speedin’ up the heartbeat bangin’ in the chest. when you put it on me, you relieve my stress.  you got me so high, takin’ deep, deep breaths. you get me so high, you get me so high. i know you ain’t a drug but you get me so high.”

the song that gets you in the mood to party

   paramedic! sob x rbe - “california, california, and i’m heavy in these streets. if you don’t keep a pole, how you ready when it’s beef? .22. or .23, i’m heavy with the heat. hit you with this chop, paramedics can’t save you. really in field? come on bro, i know that ain’t you. 2018, hell nah, i ain’t gon’ fade you. gon’ paint you, tde and sob we can’t lose.”

your guilty pleasure

   typa girl braveheart - “typa girl that you wish for when you blow the candles out. typa girl that you wanna bring back to ya mama house. typa girl who don’t ask for what she want she takin’ out. typa girl who got bags in same quality as chanel.”

a song that’s out of your typical music preference

   backyard boy claire rosinkranz - “and we’ll turn the volume up to some good boy band tunes. love to feel the fresh air, i can feel your eyes stare. and i’m not gonna lie, i get a little bit scared. and my heart is on wings, i’m living in dreams and at the top of our lungs, we sing.”

what do you listen to when you’re in love ?

   #1 heebiejeebies amine x kehlani - “just for you i might jeoprodize. my whole life i might sacrifice. the way you look is like ‘woah.’ got me locked in i’m hypnotized. shakira-like and these hips don’t lie. say i don’t, but i always try.”

   #2 best part h.e.r. x daniel caesar - “it’s the sunrise, and those brown eyes, yes. you’re the one that i desire. when we wake up, and we make love, it makes me feel so nice. you’re my water when i’m stuck in the desert. you’re my tylenol i take when my head hurts. you’re the sunshine of my life. i just want to see how, beautiful you are. you know that i see it, i know you’re a star. where you go i follow, no matter how far. if life is a movie, then you’re the best part.”

 do you have song you’ve listened to all your childhood ?

   a long walk jill scott - “your background, it ain’t squeaky clean, but sometime we all gotta swim upstream. you ain’t no saint, we all are sinner. but you put your good foot down and made your soul a winner. i respect that, man you’re so phat, and you’re all that, plus supreme. then you’re humble? man i’m numb yo, with feeling, i can feel everything that you bring.”

is there a song your parent/sibling/friend/etc. introduced you to that you love ?

   streets doja cat - “we play our fantasies out in real life ways. no final fantasy, can we end these games though? you give me energy, make me feel light weight, like birds of a feather, baby, we were made for each other. and it’s hard to keep my cool, when other b*tches try to get with my dude, and when other chickens try to get in my coop. cause you’re a one in a million there ain’t a man like you.”

a song you didn’t expect to like

   rules doja cat - “break some bread up, you know that butter my biscuit. you ain’t talk money, then really that’s none of my business. i don’t even need these lenses, 20 on 20 my vision. bad yellow b*tch with her on on they prize, but, but, you know i ain’t no minion.”

what song would be your ‘intro’ music ?

   #1 emperor’s new clothes panic! at the disco - “welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life. done my time and served my sentence, dress me up and watch me die. if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. dynasty decapitated, you just my see a ghost tonight. and if you don’t know, now you know.”

   #2 i might need security chance, the rapper - “i bought the chicagoist just to run you racists b*tches out of business. speakin’ of racists, f*ck your microaggressions. i’ll make you fix your words like a typo suggestion. pat me on the back too hard and pat’ll ask for your job, and in unrelated news, someone’ll beat your ass at your job.”

   #3 amari j. cole -  “out of the concrete was a rose, and windows was cold. had to go over and stand by the stove. we from the southeast, know know. this where the cops creep real slow. won’t vote, but mob deep with the poles. i punch the time sheet, not no more. now my assigned seat is throne.”

what song best represents your outward look —  or your attitude towards life ?

   king of the clouds panic! at the disco - “when i fall to rise, with stardust in my eyes, in the backbone of matter, i’m combustible dust. in the fire when i can’t sleep, awake, i’m too tired,. this old world, this old world.”

the song with your favorite lyrics

    the climb back j. cole - “every body mentions, suicide prevention, man, they even got a hotline. to call up when there’s tension, but i got a question, what about a f*cking homicide? need a number to call for my, for my to call whenever there’s a urge to get the triggers involved. need an number for my, for my to call, whenever there’s a urge to get the triggers involved.”

[sanchoyo]

arc v ep 88-100 thoughts... cannot believe I hit ep 100 already. hell yeah

also my cat sat on my laptop and typed this while I was watching and its important I leave in HER thoughts too. she says: "4r4 rrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr4ggggj,"

ok now onto My Thoughts (which are considerably less Important than hers)

-ok shun leaping onto his monster to save a small child then everyone being like 'omg i cant believe he'd do that..wow…hes not so bad…' LIKE? YOU THOUGHT HE WAS HEARTLESS??? dude cares SO much hes been consistently trying to stop a war and find his sister and stuff??? jkdashkj (also it was just very dramatic and Cool and made me laugh bc he was SO serious and straight faced during the whole thing. nerves of STEEL)

-'i wonder if kurosaki is a lot like crow'….theyre both bird boys. theyre uniting to be bird FRIENDS and FIST BUMPED OVER IT WHY AM I TEARING UP. SHUN LOST WITH A SMILE TOO….im glad theyre friends and birds and birdfriends. even jack smiled over crow winning AAAUGH. STOPPP. too cute. didnt expect this ep to be so WHOLESOME

-the subs said smth like 'youre one of us' when they were through speaking (which is lovely bc they have a solidarity in that they both have causes theyre fighting for) but the more literal translation of what was said was closer to 'you're one of my/our friends now' from crow. Augh. AUGGH. ;_;

my god the sora meeting up with yuzu then their monsters working together (in an ADORABLE dance sequence) was THEE best thing ever like 2 eps in a row have been BANGERS and making me unlock new emotions. I love both of their decks SO much too????

screenshots that made me bawl my eyes out tbh. like I literally, actually cried a little JKADSHKFJ sora has FRIENDS for the first time and he LOVES THEM and they TRUST HIM he found the best friends ever and its SO tender. this is why I watch ygo btw. sobbing in the club rn.

-yuzu declares shes gotta save yuya bc he is, once again, locked up. girl boss protag! …of course tsukikage interrupted and tbh he and sora had Points abt it being better if sora goes and gets yuya since hes…yeah, trained for this kinda stuff but they all trust each other and the whole teacher and student thing with yuzu and sora…god theyre all so CUTE this is EXACtly what I wanted ;__; exactly what i NEEDED.

-yugo v serena started exactly how I expected jdshjk I LOVE how constantly Pissed serena is. shes SO blunt and I love her for it. (but also wARRANTED he got way too clingy fast and im sure thats Weird for her. gotta assume her and yuri werent…like, even acquaintances or anything by way she acts around the yu boys) she did make sure to let yugo know she expected a lot from him from his last duel which was Something. but my god yugo is SO in love with rin isnt he kjdsahkj hes got like that wholesome childhood friends puppy love, the way he imagines her, and its REALLY cute. cannot wait to actually meet rin…

-roget is so damn annoying that everytime he speaks i just hear the adults from the peanuts cartoons so i cant recall, but hes saying smth abt wanting serena to be a symbol for the commons and the tops and im like. he wants her and yuzu so academia cant have them and has his own plans for them, but. does he know WHY academia wants them? im gonna need him to share with the class. I still need to know too

-also its rly annoying that roget is cheesing the duel in serena's favor. but also I'm always rooting for the girls so like. i get it, but if shes gonna win I want it to be on her own merits yk… (rin seems so cute from the flashbacks also, she always WON IN THEIR DUELS?? GIRL IS STRONG IM EVEN MORE EXCITED TO MEET HER)

-yuyas thng where he can astral project (??) himself into his alt selves bodies is creepy and i KNOW its prob not supposed to be but it IS and I Dont Like it. Pls dont Dissolve yugo too like u did with yuto. maybe it only happens to them when theyre not in their dimension. maybe yugo will absorb yuya instead. I DOUBT it since yuya is protag protected but still

-….yugo being like 'no, i LIKE it that when youre in trouble the course changes and u get an action card!! its cool and a good thing!!!" OK FEMINIST KING JHDSKJF. hes great and I love him. (also yeah its not her FAULT roget is trying to give her advantages but id argue having yuya backseating on the duel is also kinda cheesing it for yugo so. theyre EVEN on the unintentional cheating)

-much as I hate to see her lose her attitude makes PERFECT sense given how she was raised in academia. duels are not Games to her, theyre tools, and she hates relying on whats basically handouts from roget to win or dumb luck. perfectly understandable and I appreciate her stubbornness and sense of honor abt it. but gotta agree with yugo that nah girl take the W if u can jkdhsjk. she ofc changes her tune later in the duel but Still

-oh my god yuri is HERE im going to PUKE just seeing his silhouette made me get so hyped up. i dont even KNOW him hes barely had ANY screentime but the way the other characters and even fucking roget hyped him make me like. dude u better be a hammy villain i have HIGH hopes for u. if hes good at being squirrely he WILL be my fav yuya counterpart EASY bc looks wise hes already my fav. pink and purple is unbeatable. but hes just STANDING THERE. MENACINGLY. with his lil bunny hair...tbh kinda cute.

-AWWW serena being like 'why am i getting kind of excited…' girl has had so little Hype in her life and this is def her first time hearing ppl cheer for her im gonna cry. id hype u up bestie ur SO cool and good at dueling….AND SHE GOT TO SAY LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS TIME. and SHE IS ENJOYING HERSELF GOOD FOR HER. I did kinda figure she woulnt win or go all the way (and I assume the same goes for yugo...) but. still very proud of her. and her and yugo had funnnn together ;w; yugo is lowkey befriending ALL the yuzu counterparts isnt he. king shit! love him!

-I know this shot of yuri standing is supposed to be menacing and threatening but he looks like a little. i dont know. like a littol kitty or perhaps a pug dog. he said :I look at him:

-btw why was he on top of the stadium howd he get up there. WHY IS HE STANDING ON TOP OF A MOVING TRUCK??? then he leaps OFF it and-- all the yuboys are so…acrobatic…I mean it makes sense if him and sora were both academia-trained but still...not Normal.

-oh…layra coming to save serena while reiji creates an opening for them and trusts his sibling to go do that…look at layras character development bc of jacks inspiration…layra got so vocal and seemed so confident IM SO PROUD OF ALL MY KIDS RN. SNIPED 3 COPS TOO. SO QUICKLY. it was barely a duel god damn. they are reijis sibling huh

-the way reiji keeps WINNING (also I love how his scarf defies gravity. very cool) roget is SOO mad and I love to see it. he said hes going to KILL REIJI AND THE COUNCIL? NOT DUEL THEM? KILL THEM OUTRIGHT? oh ok roget. sure you will when we have checks episode count at least …2-3 seasons left. sure you'll kill the sort of rival but not exactly character, who leads the lancers. I totallllly believe u ;)

-eeeeugh roget is so creepy 'normally i wouldve wanted to rework his (yuya) brain first but-' blah blah blah do you realize youre talking abt modifying a living person against their will. i mean hes already done it to every cop and sergey. but still. urgh creepy and bad.

-obv I know yuya will win the friendship cup stuff and duel jack. bc protag. but them pitting yuya v crow seems like swinging a bat at the hornets nest (the fandom) by definitively saying one is a better duelist and would win against the other…sjdhfkjn its the reason we dont get protag v protag duels in stuff like bbt n no conclusive winner to the judai v yugi duel i guess hahah. tbf this duel was p much all Thee Demon and not yuya, and fixed at the start so crow didnt do his 100% best on the first turn, and its not as if yuya planned to go thru with it at ALL bc hes got priorities, but ofc I figured thatd get dashed...despite their scheming...ugh. still a bit bummed. hope they have an earnest on screen duel fr before the end...

-I do love yuya and crow PLOTTING TOGETHER. thats great….schemers! also glad the whole 'crow thinks yuya might be working w the tops' shit was short-lived bc I knew crow wouldnt buy that

-sora…jumped onto a helicopter's wheel..and is just hanging on…his upper core and arm strength has to be INSANE what the HELL dude if u fall u will DIE dont DO THAT

-the silly music that plays when yuya brings out his hippos is such a bop. loveeee this ost

-….YUYA WAS GOING TO JUMP AND ABANDON THE DUEL TO GO TRY AND FIX SHIT. my god he was so close to breaking the unspoken ygo rule (protags always win tournaments) to ABANDON THE TOURNAMENT FOR THE SAKE OF THE PLOT!!! i cant believe it…roget stopped him with a BRAIN SHOCK??? he put some shit in his helmet :( at least its not IN HIS BRAIN I guess?? oh my god it increases aggression too. roget you are so so stupid man hes got a DEMON in his necklace or some shit you CANNOT be doing this its gonna come out and EAT you. or worse, eat crow who I actually like. i wouldnt MIND if it ate roget

-we then get a really cool shot of a red eye looking over a disintegrating city line. and all the yu-dudes have a Moment. uhhh safe to say this demon thats attached to all of them wiped out a fucking huge city or dimension/world? great. very cool. roget you dumb fuck youre going to cause the apocalypse or something

-the demon said fuck ya friends im winning the duel lmaooo of course its a demon with priorities to duel. classic ygo moment. the other yuboys are completely controlled and copying yuyas movements and their eyes are doing the Thing….ok, so the demons goal is 100% absorb all of them into one like what happened with yuto.. like to get the power of all the dimensions/their dragons all together? ? still like, doesnt explain why they all look the same or how the yuzugirls/bracelets are involved really, but im pretty sure thats the Idea right…starting to think we cant Friendship our way out of this and the demon might end up being. a real problem and not a Potential Bud. Sad

-'if he dies he dies' ok roget. youre horrible. VERY effective villain tho

-oh christ academia is here too rn? WORST timing. but im like. on the edge of my seat this is season finale worthy tension.

-btw this is a VERY funny screenshot. sora jumped from a helicopter WAY up in the air perfectly onto crows bike SOMEHOW without shattering all of his leg bones. what they dont tell you abt academia is that they replace all of your bones with a sturdy rubber so u can do unlimited parkour without hurting urself

-jack finally got up out of that damn chair he was so pissed crow lost jkdshjk. real. me and jack ALWAYS on same wavelength. twinsies <3

-yuya said FUCK the friendship cup im leaving for real this time. good for him. dip out and save ur friends. but you WILL be back to finish the tournament or so help me god. thats ygo LAW.

-genuinely didnt expect yugo and yuri to be SO funny when they interacted but my god i kept having to pause and laugh. but also…uhh…yugo really thought yuzu was DEAD?? he did keep sayin yuzu from heaven or smth along those lines BUT I THOUGHT HE WAS BEING CUTE AND CALLING HER AN ANGEL OR SMTH LIKE. AS A PET NAME. HE REALLY. THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD? 'then I suppose rin lives on in your heart too' BRUTAL. but I laughed. sjdfkjn

btw this?

sounded like a genuine laugh jkhdsfjk and was super cute. im...hesitant to say i SHIP any of the yuboys bc im terrified its gonna be smth like theyre bros. literally interdimensional brothers or smth insane like that. but. if that DOESNT end up being the case. cmon. look at them.

-the council being like 'hmmm hmm yes maybe we shall use sergey and make peace with roget afterall to get him on our side :)' and reiji looking PISSED. my god I would be too, hes done so much for you FUCKS. down with the council and roget and academia and the tops/police force in synchro. they ALL gotta go.

-….god tsukikage is the best isnt he. as far as he knows, the carding of his bro is like. equal to death (I know it cant be, no way we're losing that many minor characters FOREVER. just like im 100% sure yuto will Be Back or smth) and still, hes like no we dont hold grudges thats not the way of my clan. thanks for your help. to sora. very tender and sweet moment im so glad…..

-YUYA LITERALLY BUSTING IN ON A MOTORCYCLE. ICONIC ENTRANCE AND THANK GOD. poor layra had to fight waaay too long :<

-…shun is WAY too extra I LOVE him lmaooo he straight up started bodying ppl underground with his fists AGAIN the second he heard academia was here. gonna need a shun fight compilation or gifset immediately if such a thing exists. and if not I will MAKE it. bird of Incredible Violence

-the REVOLUTION IS STARTINGGGGG OK SHINJI LETS GOOOOOO this is awesome

-…my god the stuff with layra and serena turned into a clusterfuck SO fast. sora showed up to try and help. yuya showed up to try and help. then YURI SHOWED UP. AND YUGO. and yuzu, FINALLY. everything happens So Much. (and then fucking sergey too) everyone is kinda in One Spot huh…Bad Feeling abt This

-speaking of bad feelings. when all the yu's dragons came out! and they started talking about becoming one and saying shit like 'i'll be revived!' ok. so. yuya's demon is trying to resurrect itself and needs all the yu's to do it. bad! kinda suspecting yuri and yugo are gonna go to Spirit Town with yuto kjsdnkjn oh no. so its like. safe to assume this is some zorc type shit? the demon put pieces of itself into each of them? the dragons are like, the key to Waking it Up (which…yuya did get his mysteriously from pendulum stuff right. his DAD gave him the pendulum necklace didnt he. im SO sus abt his fuckin dad rn I dont trust him I KNOW how ygo dads Are. this is his fault somehow. he gave his son a cursed Amulet type shit)

-…and the yuzugirls all have bracelets that can detect and lead to the demon when its active? …does reiji's dad know this? and wants them all together and to find the demon? and assumedly put it back together/fuse the yuboys for world/dimensional domination? maybe thats why hes trying to fuse the dimensions together, so he can rule them All with Demon Power (tm)? cliche but thats my best guess… but like. if thst WAS the case he'd just need one of the girls bc yuzu could find yuya on her own? or maybe leo is actually…trying to STOP the demon thing and is going abt it in the worst fuckedest up way possible. thats also a possibility. but he seems like. he doesnt give a FUCK abt the yuboys at all and just wants the girls so??? do they also have a demon. doesnt seem like it but that would be sick af I think the girls deserve to go a bit feral too. as a treat

-if…fusing the yuboys is the demons ultimate goal its already halfway there LOL got yuto! doesnt explain why it would split itself across dimensions to be in them in the first place or anything or why itd pick yuya and his counterparts unless it chose them from birth or smth (which explains why they might look the same kinda?) (I am going to assume when we keep seeing that cityline being destroyed in yuya's vision, that it at one time was some big bad. so assumedly it got destroyed and maybe scattering itself was a last ditch effort in hopes of being revived?? or someone else did it??) also still doesnt explain how the yuzugirls factor in. im trying so hard rn to figure it Out. the whole 'we will be ONE AGAIN' thing did confirm a lot of my suspicions tho and if I was yugo and yuri id get the HELL OUT OF DODGE tbh

-also. the bracelets have teleportation powers. (yuboys specifically targetted during it…) what does THAT imply? that the dragons pull them together…and the bracelets are tools to keep them apart? from fusing? hm. so what im understanding is yuzu protag real

-earthbounds are SO cute I loved them in 5ds how is it fair that SERGEY has them. bullshit

-btw I appreciate how cute yuzu's prison jumpsuit is. shes just runnin around in a lil onesie doing all of this. I mean motorcycle suits are also onesies. this is the onesie arc

-why has the nerve gas on serena lasted so long. i feel like it shouldve long since worn off

-the entire duel between barett and yuya was 'tell me where yuzu is.' 'no' 'tell me' 'i..said i wasnt going to?' 'tell me' 'no' tell me' 'NO' 'oh shes here :)' 'FUCK' like for 20 mins I swear to god jasdfk

-they took serena nooooooo. sad :( I hope we can see a lil of academia and keep following her while shes there (and that shes not just thrown in a cell) oh!! i hope her and rin and ruri can meet up there!!! I want to see them

-SERGEY HAS DISGUSTING LEG…ENGINES??? HE FUCKING LAUNCHED OFF WITH YUZU. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. diGUSTING this man is nightmare duel what the hell. not my best girl :<

-layra deciding sora is a Safe Person and clinging to him…VERY cute ;_; sora once again being the one to go and try to save yuzu too…BESTIES.

-…the fact the duel arena is..empty bc the fucking revolution is happening outside LMAO even gon is like 'hey why the hell are they even continuing the tournament rn this is ridiculous' same dude!!

-holy shit jack is finally doing smth. jack is going to beat sergeys ass im so ready do it king. his cool as a cucumber disposition and pretty face are like. the only buffer I have to protect me from sergey

-choziro appealing to shingos EGO to get him to protect layra is SO funny. hes got NO braincells and hes the best for it

-ohhh the rain during the sergey v jack match. jack In The Rain while sergey DESTROYS THE ROAD. its so DRAMATIC and cool and I love this for him yesss show this guy how jack duels!!! #1 king of all time. hes calling him shit like 'fool' and 'buffoon' too such a jack moment. and 'if theres perfection, its ME' oh my GOD I love you SO much jack. pls.

-I need u all to understand ygo is My Sports Game I'm hysterical rn over jack slipping past sergey and then RIDING BACKWARDS TO FACE HIM. love when jack does that

-by the way, roget bringing yuzu up to have someone to monologue at? v funny

-jack caused sergey to have some kind of fucking…duelgasm which caused an Error. which is Disturbing I hate this dude TF. this is the effect jack has on everyone tho I guess

-ROGETS LITTLE 'SERGEEEEY!!!' SCREAM WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY I NEED A CLIP OF THAT HIS VOICE. LIKE. JKDFHKJ. hes LOSING his shit I cant stop laughing

-I Never Doubted Jack for One Second

-You Ever Have a Duel So Good You Kill Yourself After. ok. goodbye sergey. cannot say I will miss you infact I am very Relieved actually

-…by the way. does jack know anything abt whats currently happening with the plot? im sure he at least knows abt the revolution but does he know abt the lancers/academia stuff? hes been on his Chair most of the time so I assume Not which is very funny. this random dude just dueled him, turned into a bike, then killed himself after and jack is like. well ok. JKDSHFKJ

-some rando street dudes killed sergey actually. but he was def falling on purpose. either way. watching roget LOSE it is so funny his plan has sucked ass from the start

-shun scooping layra up was really cute. Scooped

-HOLY SHIT YUZU. SLAMMED INTO ROGET AND HE HIT HIS HEAD ON THE EDGE OF HIS CHESS TABLE. i LOVE how shes consistently been a Get Shit Done girl even when shes cuffed rn. she said ya im gonna go steal his broadcast and get MY message out

-jack said for sam to tell yuya: Yuya Im Fucking Disappointed in You. Stop dueling like a Damn Animal. and this is enough to make yuya actually remember his goals. and run to the palace to duel jack again. to stop the riots and shit with a Duel. Good

-reijis smile when layra ran and hugged him PLS. cute

-the council finally gets fucking Told by Reiji. 'those who sit on the sidelines have no right to speak about the future' hey reiji youre the best (and his whole speech was REALLY good)

-shun and his Flock of Birds comes to Help. why is that so funny and kinda sweet. hes gotta STAND on his too while it flies like a drama queen

-the tournament was basically canceled bc we didnt get the semifinal duels BUT we are getting jack v yuya anyway of course as the finale…is it bad I still want jack to win? I want yuya to be fine with winning so long as it makes ppl smile bc THATS his main goal and jack is a symbol of hope for the ppl in this city…so I want jack to Win…again…but this is a duel for yuya to redeem himself after losing to jack the first time isnt it. aah

-'i declared martial law!' 'no you dont' thats basically what the council guy did kjshk

-lancers beating cops up together in the stadium :) on live tv….fun lil friend group activity aw…

-JACK SMILED WHEN HE SAW LAYRA DUEL IM ACTUALLY EXPERIENCING CUTE AGGRESSION BC OF JACK

-by the way can roget even duel. he hasnt, hes just had other ppl do it for him and been hellbent on KILLING ppl when it comes down ot it. which is. weird and funny for a ygo villain ur not even gonna duel for urself dude? do u even have any cards

-radish horse is such a cute card btw. all of yuyas cards are p Cute.

-im SO glad jack said 'dude STOP with your fathers words and speak with YOUR OWN WORDS' tbh real and true.

-…the subs this ep abruptly changed rogets name to roger….lol roger. (and the font changed between episodes which is like. Why did you do that. I cant focus on anything else now that its Weird)

-the sound gons shoes make is like asmr to me. clank clank clank :)

-I like how jack basically teaches yuya his own will can be learned from others but duels are conversations and u gotta use ur own 'words/will' to convey what youve gotten from everyone youve dueled before. its like. abt appreciating and carrying ppl before u with u. and gratitude for everyone whos taught u smth put towards achieving ur own goals. dueling for others sakes. very cute message and true bc yuya wouldnt be able to do half the stuff he can w/ pendulum if it wasnt for his buds yk

-omg jack laughed and was smiley :) yayy

-the clown guy from 5ds made a cameo! still dont remember shit abt him besides the fact he has a Clown Wife and is on arc v money…?? Ok

-ok the end of the duel was pretty cute im not even that mad abt jack losing. bc jack was happy…it makes sense too. when ur the king it can be BORING if no one challenges u or whatever

-not a huge fan of the cops magically bein buds now but fine, I get it was mind control making them suck ass and this is a more idealistic world

-the..council disbanded? cool. the upper class will dissolve and the lower class will be able to live better…very optimistic happy ending…and it all happened very fast, compared to the pacing of this arc so far tbh??? like. ok guess nothing is bad and everything is Fine Immediately! (this is a thing every ygo series does tho so. not a total awful thing I cant look past, but it did give me kinda mood whiplash)

-yuzu and reiji calling roget out!!! reiji must be so damn tired of adults not taking responsibility!!! his whole thing is just running around cleaning up after grown ass men!!!

-im tired too, reiji. tired of yuzu being a Damsel to Roget. let her DO more next arc or so Help Me God

-next episode(s) are supposed to be watched together in a HOUR LONG SPECIAL ohh. inchresting

-love how even tho they were also going w yuya to where reiji and yuzu are, heaven FORBID crow and jack ride in the copter with yuya. no, they HAD to ride their d-wheels here.

-holy shit. so. tsukikage and sora DID win the duel against roget! and so did reiji! hes just! a fucking cheating bastard! like 'neverending duel that wont end ever until u quit' ok…that does fit rogets character LMAO hes a WORM. of course I trust reiji to be the one to be able to Beat The Bullshit

-roget is such a fuckin slime trying to turn the lancers against reiji and reiji countered his logic with ONE sentence lmao. also reijis lil smile when yuya said he trusts reiji :( sweet…

-ohhh…yuya and yuzu hugging and crying bc they FINALLY got each other back…tender…

-roget says he'll drop everything into the void between dimensions. So there IS a void. did I not say in one of these posts I think the yuya demon crawled out of a void in between dimensions. now we have confirmed such a space EXISTS… will I Be Right? :3c

-….roget got sucked in and the portal closed. lmao. is he DEAD? goodbye forever (hopeful)

-…fuck. the wormhole also took yuzu, yuya, gon, shun, and shingo…. to xyz dimension!! yeahhh heartland!!!! LOVE IT. KAITO TIME??? prayin its kaito time.

-'the capital of despair, heartland' is the ep title. oof. heartland looking rough :(

I will say its funny (in a horrible way) they took the Cheeriest Setting (heartland) and did this to it. and that gx setting which is also pretty chill (a school setting...) and made them fucking interdimensional warmongers. and 5s, the canonically most gritty setting was Not Involved like until the lancers showed they were the neutral ones hahah

-arc area project!!! we havent gotten a name for leo's lil 'unify the dimensions' scheme yet until now! so…arc is in the name. back to my og theory the name arc v means more than fifth series in the ygos. and like. theres (5) dimensions for Sure right. (or, the unity of the four would be the fifth?) hm. Thinking

-shingo asking the real q of why the hell turning ppl into cards/waging war on xyz would help fuse dimensions. i also still want to know. (we keep seeing the shot of leo feeding the cards into a machine, so..hes using…soul/ppl power? to power it to fuse the dimensions?? dude what good is ruling dimensions if NO ONE is left in them???)

-…a lot of this two parter was flashbacks/recapping stuff. I…kinda appriciate the earlier flashbacks but god it could've went faster.

-KAITOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! OF COURSE YOU WOULD SHOW UP ON EPISODE 100!!! SOOO HAPPY TO SEE U :D zexal is the series I KNOW the most like its engraved in my brain, unlike 5ds where I barely remembered enough to be able to tell all the ways its an au, so im gonna be fucking ON IT trying to figure out stuff Now. also, is kaito the only zexal character? why? dont two gx charas show up? and we had jack and crow in the synchro world?? zexal shouldve gotten 2. I vote akari bc 1. she didnt get enough screentime and we always need More Girls 2. she can ride a bike so if they go back to synchro shes set already 3. she kicks ass and is a reporter so she could be trying to report on the war/document it. 4. her and melissa could be reporter gfs. im RIGHT hear me out.

-oh at the end of the ep there was a promo for dsod? this came out around then?? wow thats wild. I saw that movie in THEATERS when it released in the us. very fun. the nearest theater that was showing it was 2 hours away lol. we should have another ygo movie. pls. (maybe not another dm one tho…)

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i'm gonna make a post about who i am but using random questions okay here i go

mandatory brief introduction: my name is leo, i use he/they pronouns, and i'm 21. this is my lorien legacies blog :)

where was your secret hiding place as a child?: the small gap between the back of the bathroom cabinet and the wall.

what's something you collect?: i have a bunch of plastic skeletons/skulls from halloween stores and i constantly buy more every year. i also collect patches and enamel pins, but i procrastinate sewing the patches on so my jackets are more bare than i would like. i also sort of collect knives and swords, by which i mean i buy like one a year at the tattoo expo.

what's the story behind one of your scars?: i have an indent above my right eye from when i was a kid, i had ducked beneath my desk to get my pencil and the girl sitting next to me dropped her scissors, they just missed my eye and at the time i didn't realize how bad it could have been.

favourite of the four elements?: it's between earth and fire, but i've gotta go earth for the aesthetic and because green is my favourite colour.

favourite sea shanty?: well my actual favourite one would reveal where i live so i'm not gonna say that, but besides that i like retirement song, tyme flyes when you're havin' rum, and up and away.

what's a skill/hobby you have that you haven't posted about?: i play the flute and piccolo, and i've won a couple awards both as a soloist and in bands.

what's your go-to casual outfit?: some jeans (i just got a pair of mom jeans that i adore) with either a grandpa sweater or an oversized button down patterned shirt tucked in. i also always wear fun socks and classic docs. if i'm not going out though, i just wear my pyjamas 24/7.

what's your go-to outfit when you have more time to get ready?: i love wearing my historical clothes, my go-to is usually black trousers with a white uncollared shirt that i put a collar on. i add either a double breasted or a single breasted black vest and sometimes a white cravat. when i have the time i'll also usually put some silver bird skull earrings in and put my pocketwatch on my vest. put on my victorian boots and i'm ready to be a victorian dandy!

what's your favourite colour but get really specific about why: green, especially olive green or more muted shades. my eyes are green and as a kid i thought it was really cool because green eyes are rare, and it's been my favourite colour since i knew what colours were. i find forests really comforting and love being surrounded by greenery, and i've always found green a comforting colour because i associate it with myself and nature.

do you have any tattoos, and if so, which is your favourite?: i have six tattoos, and my favourite one is my first one which is an atlas moth in black and grey american traditional. the scientific name is atticus atlas, which are two names i heavily considered for myself before choosing leo.

what's your favourite candle scent?: i love anything woodsy or herbal, my favourite in my room right now is a lavender and rosemary one.