#then again we don’t know what happen for all we know Adam was already dead by the time Lawrence got his prosthetic

[autumn0689]

Lawrence Gordon was only in Saw 3D for like less than ten minutes, and you know what, he WAS OUTSTANDING!!! He was not only HOT but he was absolutely GORGEOUS!! He strolled in and absolutely DEMOLISHED Bobby Dagen with his sarcasm and also DESTROYED Mark Hoffman by locking him in the Bathroom. Idk what it was, but Cary Elwes FUCKING DEMOLISHED THIS ROLE!!! I don’t care if he wasn’t even there for that long, to me he was one of the best part of the movie!

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Hellooo. Could I have scenarios of soft Adam? Anything is fine, just possible moments where he’s being soft for reader? Maybe it’s late at night or something? Or maybe it’s early in the morning and he doesn’t wanna get up? Just some prompts just so I’m not being too vague

Thank you!

I DID NOT FORGET MY ADAM PEOPLE- getting other fandom works in there teehee these are so cute tysm for ur request!! apologies if its short 💞💞 also tan/brown adam ftw!!!!! 💯💯💯

Fade into you | Adam x GN! Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: None!

It was a common thing to have lazy mornings with your husband. Especially if he had to do something later in the day, he would spend most of his morning cuddling up next to you while you attempt to push him off. Not that it ever worked, and he always showed up late to his events anyway. 

“What’s five more minutes? Not like they will miss me.”

“Baby, they are hosting your party.”

“Ahh who needs that when I have you?” Was what he always said before sinking further into your chest. 

It seemed that today was no different. You awoke to a weight on your chest and hands under your shirt. Already knowing who it is, you place a hand on your husband's hair and comb through it with your fingers. He hums, giving your sides a squeeze for a moment. You tug on it slightly, making him groan and you laugh a little. 

“Is there anything on the agenda today?” You ask him, just as you do every morning. He says nothing, just humming as his hands move under you to your back. You giggle at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your soft spots, hoping Adam doesn’t take advantage of his weight on you. To your relief, he doesn’t, just fully holding you. He shifts a bit, getting comfortable between your legs before once again resting fully on you. You tug at his hair once again, a way of asking him to answer.

“No.” He gruffs, putting his face further into your neck.

“No? Are you sure? If I call Lute, she would tell me the same thing?” He smacks his teeth and bites back.

“There is no need to call danger tits. There is nothing happening today.” You pull your hands up in mock defeat.

“Sorry. You normally lie about these things.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Honey, you literally missed a meeting with Sera and Emily once because you would rather be in bed than do anything else.” You coo, combing his hair again. You feel him take a deep breath as he removes his head from your neck, now looking at you. 

“Try being dead for all of humanity.” You roll your eyes and boop at his nose. 

“While I may not have been dead for as long as you and Eve have old man, I am still pretty old compared to the newer saints.”

“Winners.” 

“No. That is a dumb name. I will never be called or call the others winners.” You argue. 

“No? Are you sure?”

“Positive.” You affirm, before feeling Adam attack your sides, tickling you. You shriek in shock before devolving into laughter. You try to escape, however it proves futile as Adam is on top of you. 

“What are we called?” He asked, still tickling you. Through your peals of laughter, you shout out,

“SAINTS!” Adam mimics an incorrect buzzer sound as he starts to now get at your tickle spots faster. With the feeling of tears gathering in your eyes, your cheeks and tummy hurting, you can’t help but give in to his stupid demands. “F-Fine! We are c-called winners- STOP AH-”

He stops at your hasty white flag, a smug smirk on his face. Catching your breath, you look at your husband. His brown hair was a mess, just as it always was. His tan skin looked wonderful in the heaven light that peaked through your window. It seemed that he was also admiring you, as his smirk began to soften into a small smile, a look of utter fondness and love in his eyes. You wonder if you had a similar look on your face. Rather than ponder it any longer, you pull Adam down by his shirt for a kiss. He lets out a gasp at the suddenness of your grab before sinking into the kiss. Your hands fly to his face as his hands go down to your sides, lightly passing the tickle spots he has abused previously. You giggle a little into the kiss, before pushing his face away.

“I seriously hope you had nothing important today. You don’t have a choice now but to stay with me.”

“Babe, I would stay with you for eternity.” He says, his voice soft, the voice he reserved for you and you alone. You smile and pull him into another kiss.

loll i was going to joke that this was the one year Adam forgot the extermination.

[anthurak]

Takeaways from the Volume 9 Epilogue:

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One thing I really like about Oscar’s ‘If there was anything I wish I could borrow from you…’ monologue is that it laid out/confirmed something I’ve always felt was a major aspect of Oscar’s dynamic with Ruby that I nonetheless feel a lot of the fandom has missed: That Oscar very much sees Ruby as a mentor and an example to follow, and how their dynamic is specifically a foil to what we saw between Ruby and Ozpin. That Ruby acts as a mentor and example to Oscar in the same way Ozpin was to Ruby, and that Ruby is a far BETTER mentor and example to Oscar than Ozpin ever was to her. Which, as an aside, is a dynamic I can’t help but feel a lot of people have been misinterpreting as ‘ship-teasing’ and is one of the main reasons I’ve simply never been able to see Oscar as any kind of viable love-interest to Ruby. Frankly the dynamic of ‘Ruby is the mentor and example to Oscar that Ozpin couldn’t be for her’ is simply so much more INTERESTING than any kind of romance could ever hope to be.

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Even in animatic form, Winter basically going overdrive on the maiden powers was a sight to behold. And her own monologue had all the self-deprecation we were expecting. Our girl is clearly holding on by a thread and it’s going to be REAL interesting seeing how she reacts and adjusts to her sister not actually being dead. As in, I can imagine a situation where Winter tries to throw herself into a heroic sacrifice with the belief that Weiss would make a better Maiden than her.

Also, Winter’s monologue giving major focus to how Penny is super-super-dead-dead-and-definitely-not-coming-back-for-really-realsies, as she is talking to the sister who she ALSO believes is DEFINITELY also dead? Specifically with the words that Penny is gone, when Penny’s last words to her were that she’d be ‘part of you’?

Yeah, there is no way in hell we’ve seen the last of Penny XD

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The CROWN. Like it was only a few shots, but as someone who read the CFVY Books (which you totally should if you haven’t, they’re great), holy shit I was NOT expecting them to pop up here.

I mean, in hindsight it makes perfect sense that they’d be involved in Volume 10. They’re basically Vacuo’s equivalent to Vale’s criminal element and the White Fang splinter faction as Salem’s co-opted insurgency group, with Jax and Gillian joining Roman, Adam and Jacques as the latest of Salem’s unwitting patsies. It’s definitely going to be real interesting seeing the crew deal with them. Like it’s really fun to imagine Team RWBY in particular being kind of exasperated at seeing Jax’s probably doing a whole ‘With Salem’s help I shall be King!’ shtick after everything they’ve seen with Roman, Adam and Jacques.

Oh and if you don’t know, Jax has a mind-control semblance, so him trying to use that on Yang could actually lead to a sneaky callback to the Justice League crossover, ie; Yang doing a ‘Yeah, I’m not doing THAT shit again.’ XD

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Qrow’s whole vibe through this is fascinating. Like his section may have been the one we already saw, but after seeing the abject depression and growing despair of all the other characters, Qrow actually being OPTIMISTIC hit so much harder.

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Raven showing up at the end is… interesting.

I’ll admit that ever since we saw that specific clip a few months back, I’ve been rather conflicts about Raven showing up to deliver RWBY+J to Vacuo, particularly after Ruby’s tree vision. Like for one it felt a bit random and unnecessary. The tree already deposited the Ever After team outside of Vacuo so they didn’t exactly need help getting there. Not to mention that it kind of clotheslines the story-thread set up by Ruby’s vision; that she now has a reason to track Raven down to get the ANSWERS to what happened to Summer. Finally, it’s just kind of… random? Like where did Raven even come from to get the team?

But now having seen the clip with its intended context, I’m definitely more on board with it. Particularly hearing from Kerry and Eddy that the original ending for the penultimate episode had RWBY+J going through the portal to arrive at their memorial stone, and met by a ‘Mysterious Figure’, ie; Raven. Here it feels like were getting more set up to get answers later as to what Raven was doing at the memorial.

And really, now that I’ve thought about it more, this method kind of puts the thread of Ruby going to Raven for answers even MORE into focus. Like the story reintroduces Raven in the present right after Ruby got a vision basically saying ‘hey, Raven is important’. And now going into Volume 10, we’re pretty much perfectly positioned for Ruby to pull Raven aside for those all-important ‘Why were you fucking my mom? What happened to my mom?’ questions.

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Finally… yeah that ending hit me a LOT harder than I was expecting. Like that ending was HOPE in its purest form and it was honestly beautiful to see. Particularly right now with the future of the show seeming so uncertain. I’ve personally been optimistic about RWBY’s future (in a manner not unlike Qrow’s vibes I suppose lol), but damn the hopefulness of that ending hit especially hard, and was something I’ll admit I needed. And I imagine the rest of us could use as well.

We'll be getting Volume 10. And 11, and 12, and however many more it takes to finish this story. At this point, I have no doubt of that.

[wonkawinka]

we’ll meet again

“we’ll meet again… don’t know where, don’t know when..”

alastor x angel!daughter!reader

CHAPTER THREE: weak ankles!

warnings/notes: NOT PROOFREAD (at least thoroughly haha), no use of y/n, uses she/her pronouns, reader is on the fem side, cannibals(?)/cannablism

wc: 2449

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“CAN you believe it?! actual human souls!,” emily paced around her room, if it could even be called that; a couple square feet more and it could just be a house without rooms, “and she let it happen! those poor human souls… HUMAN! like- LIKE YOU!” her hands shake violently in your face in deep emphasis

she groans in frustration as she flops down on her bed. “ugh… if only i can do something.”

“thats the thing, emily. you can.” you state, turning to face her displayed body lazily splattered on her bed. one flick away and shed immediately melt into a pile of goop.

“how?! we’ve been trying to find ways for the past week! even then…” she turns “i dont want.. you know.” a rare frown settles on the seraphim’s face.

“you dont want to let sera down, huh?” she groans solemnly at your assumption, face down into her pillow now.

“no…! well, not fully, atleast.. i mean, its not like i can go to hell myself…”

that rang a bell in your mind, it vibrated throughout your whole body. maybe she cant. you open your mouth to vocalize your opinions before shutting it, turning back around. unfortunately for you, this doesnt go unnoticed by the second seraphim.

“youre not thinking of going down there… are you?” ah, you shoudlve known you cant hide anything from her. besides sparkles or rainbows, she was basically built to detect things like these. despite how naive she can come off, people do tend to underestimate her actual abilities.

“i cant just leave them there em– i just.” you frown “i can do something for them. its not like theres anything else waiting for me up here. you havent been on earth like i have.”

“this is about your father… isnt it?”

static rings in your ears as the assumption brings you to a halt. maybe. you were mad at him, though. so was it for him?

“you dont understand.”

she calls your name, “its just— its dangerous down there.”

“look, if youre not going to try and fix this directly, i will. its not like i have nothing to lose any way…”

“thats not true, though.” she grabs your hands and looks at you, a frown resting on her usual joyful face.

“i help people, emily. thats all i do. thats how we met. i help. … but my fa..fami…,” you hesitate, debating over your word choice, “… they’re down there; it seems like my life attracts ‘bad things’, hah. i just.. i need to go.”

“i understand that but… do you really think hanging onto the past will fix that?”

her statement bites back at your tongue, inhibiting your ability to speak on the matter any longer.

“…good night, emily.” hah, your non-confrontational mind pushed you out the door of her room. guilt rushed into your veins but you pushed along, you had something you wanted and you took it.

thats one of the things the heaven-borne angels will never understand. ambition. the human need to strive for success and borderline obsession in something they want. need. hand cuffs dragging you along some sick deal you signed with yourself.

you wandered aimlessly throughout the halls of the heaven’s court, navigating your way to the exit. Before you could, the annoying, sadly familiar voice sent radio waves through your mind.

“WELL WELL WELL isnt it little miss goody two shoes! whats a bitch like you wandering around at this hour?” adam and lute stop you dead in your tracks. ugh, you had to put your pretty face on if you were going to get past these wretches.

“good evening, sir adam, maam,” you nod to them with the politetest smile you can offer to a lot like them, “dont mind a gal like me, just strollin’ her way home.”

“AH, well, since we’re here already. say youve heard about the fun little endeavor we got goin on, yeah? why dont you–”

“no—,” you take a deep breath, “no, thank you.”

“bitch, you didnt even let me fini–.”

“well pardon me, but i dont need you to finish. i will absolutely not be joining you on your little… excursion to hell.”

“OH, come on! first of all, wouldnt kill ya to stop interruping me, kinda RUDE.” your smile has tightened that it nearly imprinted on your face “two, you got kickass aim! you shot… squirrels and shit when you were alive. what, your old man teach ya that or something?”

“whether i can shoot or not is none of your concern, adam. now if youll excuse me, i have places to be. errands to be run.” trying slipping past them, you cant help but notice they were still attempting to hinder your steps.

lute stands in front of you with the same old face she had. it was never even her face. it was a mask. a helmet. one shielding the exorcists from the physical reality of the state of man.

adams voice booms at you “LISTEN, bitch. any low life creature like you should be GRATEFUL that i even tried recruiting you in the first place. its a fucking HONOR to work with me.”

“uhuh. well this low life creature is oh, soooo grateful that the one and only adam, first man of heaven and earth, invited her to your um,” the man smirks as she continues , “outings, but she has more important things to do that day. good day to ya’.”

you shouldve flown off a long time ago.

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the clock ticked quietly. the minute, second, and hour hand all moving in direct correspondence with one another to simply label the concept of human events in mathematical sequences. the clock struck three.

it was exactly two weeks till the extermination. you had to do what you had to do anyway. you may or may have not stolen something of emily’s to get where you were today, but oh well. shed understand… hypothetically.

its not like that stop you anyway.

flowing energy of pure essence and magic floated aimlessly through the air, twisting and curling with each individual atom. each surged with enough power to bend events on earth.

whispers of the ancient and calls from the deep filled your ears as the quiet grew louder towards you. it was overwhelming, but yet, each medley made you seem like you were being relaxed.

a portal opened, supposedly to the destination you needed to get at. before stepping in, you thought.

i can die here. again. a cannibal could yank off your arm. you might get assaulted. you might mawled. robbed. the possibilities were endless. hell was free will with no bounds.

a frown appeared on your lips as you stared at the blinding light. you were one step away from the sole thing you have been searching for weeks.

your soul could be enslaved.

.

you were never that dumb, anyway.

you hurried through the portal, making haste as if someone on the other side has caught you in the act. if you were caught, youd be banned. banished. fall—

“MMPHM!” you walk right into a random hold llady with a cane.

“WATCH WHERE YAR GOIN’, YOU WRENCH!” the old lady screamed at you, causing you to frown. “BETTER GET SOME EYES BEFORE I EAT THEM MYSELF!”

“sorry, maam…”

“sorry, my ass! hmph.”

you laugh nervously as you circle around the woman to escape, only to be surrounded by… a lot more people. even through the crowds compaction, from the distance, there was a sign.

CANNIBAL TOWN.

ah, just what you needed. seems like youre just a magnet for every cannibal, even in death.

“haha… hello… there, good sir.” some man goes to examine your wing and sniffs it… he gives a nod of approval to his friend before you snatch it away from his hands, hugging it close to your chest. “that is mine, thank you.”

your nose twitched at the stench of hell. the grim and soot combining into various airborne particulates that filled your lungs like toxins.

however, one goes in and tries to chomp your ank—

sharp pain reaches the area as you shriek back in pain, earning some recognition from passerbyers, and especially, a certain someone.

see, its not everyday people of hell see pearly white wings on their doorstep. it's like these cannibals just hit the goldmine of a chicken dinner and you were the first thing on their menu.

right before you started throwing hands, a lovely woman showed up. she reminded you of some of the ladies that babysitted you as a kid when you were alive. had the dress, the hat, the heels, everything. just taller. and with black… PITCH black irises.

“oh, shoo! leave the poor woman alone! did cha mothers teach you anything?!” she shoos off the boys, hands resting on her hips and frown resting on her face. she turns around and formally greets you.

“ALRIGHT, lets see. whats a doll like you hanging around a place like this? i gotta say, im a little flattered someone as cute as you showin’ up at my doorstep!” she thoroughly examines you and obviously takes note of your nearly obnoxious feathered wings.

she clicks her tongue and smiles “ah! you really did fall from heaven, huh? ohhh, im just teasing ya’, hun. but i do say, your one the make the mens ankles go weak! quite the bees knees!”

“as much as i love the enthusiasm, seems like ive had the opposite effect.” you display the very clear bite mark, making rosie laugh at your matching energy.

“ohh, we’ll get you fixed right up! dont mind those boys… you know how they are, especially in this time of age, YEESH!” she pushes you inside a cute ol’ building Franklin and Rosie’s Emporium.

“sit, sit! make yourself comfortable,” her motherly tone calms you down, “can i getcha anything! ooo, where are my manners, i forgot to introduce myself! the names rosie, its always a pleasure to find poor unfortunate souls like yours end up on my doorstep, especially cute ones.” she winks at you as you settle yourself in a chair, taking note of the wonderful hues and coziness of the environment. it was nothing you wouldve expected from hell.

you introduce youreelf formally, “its a pleasure to meet you. quite the pleasure, especially for a gal’ like yourself.” you smiled warmly at the woman, making her giggle.

“awwww, you’re so sweet! no wonder the boys wanted a taste of ya’, you drip with honey, hun!”

“i could say the same for you, maam.” you smile, offering the same compassion she showed. she grabs some bandages in a miscellaneous cabinet and lifts up your ankle.

“here, i’ll getcha fixed up in no time.”

silence, oddly comforting silence, filled the hall as she wrapped bandages around your ankle.

“thank you, by the way.”

“oh, don’t mention it honey, but i must say, seeing a gal like you is quite rare down here.” she states, and despite her irises being pitch black, they still held emotion.

“well— um,” you were interrupted by the static of the radio, making rosie gasp and smile in delight. she grabs a radio by the nearby coffee table and places it closer.

“oooo, you got here just in time for my good friend alastor’s podcast! quite the charmer, he is!”

his voice filled both of your ears, for a second your face falters with shock and mixed emotion, something that doesn't go unnoticed by the self-built overlord, but it fixed itself right away.

“greetings, dear sinners! it is i, your favorite radio sh…”

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you sat at your desk, scribbling away as you studied on yet another miscellaneous biology lesson. the radio turned on, comfortably listening to your fathers voice as he spoke.

pangenesis refers to the creation of pangenes during one’s lifetime which will then be passed down to the organism’s offspring.

the blending traits theory refers to the combination of traits from the parents. however, this fails to acknowledge the reappearance of traits in next genera…

genetics was truly something. dna wrapped and packed perfectly by histone proteins, compacted in nucleosomes, and turned into the primary foundation of lives.

you and alastor were never related. he scooped you up from some miscellaneous dumpster on the side of the road. it was quite cinematic, actually. right out of a book.

newcomers always questioned your sudden appearance next to him, especially since you looked nothing like him. some assume your father had an act with some women, but those who truly knew of the two of you were ones you hold dear.

“thats it for tonight, folks! its pouring hard, tonight! i better get home and start cookin’ dinner before my daughter starves to death. good night!” his acknowledgement made you smile as the radio filled your ears once more. you turned it off and yawned, shutting the biology textbook in front of you.

some kids at school would ask you who your real parents were. youd always respond the same. you said yes and you always, always responded with your fathers name. they would protest and would ask you for a real answer, in which you continue to justify your answer.

even if the two of you werent bound by blood, you were bound by bond.

thirty minutes later, keys rattled, a door opened.

the sound makes you run down the stairs as you didnt hear his usual announcement of his presence. you skidded down hallways on your socks.

you turned the corner and saw him drenched with rainwater.

“im no genuis, pa, but it seems you got a lil’ water on ya’”

exhaustion evident in his eyes, he still manages to smile and roll his eyes at you.

“hush, now, i know i forgot my umbrella,” very unlike him , “be a dear and grab a towel?”

you laugh and walk to the storage closey and threw him a towel. “you need a lot more than a towel. a shower, new change of clothes..” you smiled “and a nice cup of tea, hm?”

he embraces you in a hug, getting you wet “hey! i already took a bath, you smell like wet dog!”

“aah, am i not allowed to embrace my favorite daughter in a sincere act of my care and love for her?”

“im your only daughter, pa.”

“and you are also my favorite daughter.”

you push him away and roll your eyes, but your bright smile remains, “go shower! ugh, now i need to change..” you stretched out your shirt to examine it. he hung his coat and kicked off his shoes. “shoo, go shower before you catch a cold, ill cook ya somethin’.”

“thank you, dear.”

“anything for you dad.”

anything for you.

[naughtyneganjdm]

Good Luck Charm - Chapter 35

Summary: Negan tries to come to terms with the fact that Y/N is alive. Part of him still believes that he is having a hard time understanding reality, but after talking about his children he comes to a decision that he thinks we will be best for his family.

Characters: Negan, Y/N/reader (OC), Evie, Nathan, Judith, Gabriel, etc.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39423063/chapters/146636404

Notes: I've had this ready for weeks, I just forgot to put it up. Thanks again to those that still take the time to read this! It will be over soon.

“You’ve been quiet,” Y/N whispered, her fingers drawing circles over the center of Negan’s chest while she played with the dark curls of hair that were there. “That’s not normal for you. I could say things have changed, but considering how you wouldn’t shut up when you first got here, I’d say that you being quiet is a bad thing.”  

“It’s not a bad thing, it’s just…I’m starting to wonder if I’m dead now,” Negan inhaled sharply having her lift her head up from his chest to give him a disappointed look. Especially since he had already told her that he thought she was real. “I know I said I thought you were real and I still do. Mostly. It’s just…this is fucked up Y/N. After I thought you died, this has all just been too perfect. You have to understand why my brain is having a hard time. Especially after all the shit I went through.”

“I don’t think this would be my definition of perfect,” she retorted, lifting her head enough to look around The Sanctuary. Holding her hand out, it had Negan looking at the area around them and she wasn’t wrong. This was a shithole. And they were laying in the one part that she managed to clean up a small amount. Lowering her head back down onto his shoulder, she outstretched her hand and allowed her fingertips to sweep over Negan’s neck where the scar was left from Rick cutting his throat. It had him inhaling sharply and his eyes came to a tight close. “More so a case of just being lucky. Both of our stories seem a little like they are bullshit.”

“How so?” Negan grunted, his eyes opening again when her fingers dragged down over the center of his chest. “Mine is completely honest. Yours is the one that sounds like an extravagant thriller film. And you being a little mini super soldier now…?”

“So most people get their jugulars cut and live?” Y/N reminded him of what he had told her about what happened to him and he huffed. “Especially in this day in age? My story seems farfetched, but so does yours. And yet…” she took her time to think things out. “They are both real.”

“Fucking touché. I’m just saying. It’s crazy to think that the one day I sneak out of Alexandria to try and see if there something more for our children I get here and I find you,” Negan stressed, his Adam’s apple bouncing with his voice raspier than normal. “I can’t be that lucky.”

“It’s one day of luck for you,” she reminded him, pushing up to balance her weight so she could look down at him. “For me, it’s been months. I would stay here for days on end, go back to the farm to get supplies and then come back. Just hoping that I would find something that would lead me back to you and the children. So it may be the perfect story for you, but for me, it was me being here every day getting that much closer to giving up.”

Instead of responding, Negan just frowned and swallowed down anything else that he wanted to rebuttal with because he could see that she was getting emotional about the whole thing.

“Perfect for me would have been coming back here, going to the farm and seeing my husband there with our two children doing exactly what he promised me,” she stressed and he felt an ache at the center of his chest realizing that she was right. “Instead…”

“You come here for months and then find me with a disappointing haircut where you knock my ass unconscious,” Negan rumbled with a frown, his head dropping to the side to stare out at her with his saddened, big, hazel eyes. At first, her face scrunched up before she dropped down and buried her head against the center of his chest. Having her laughing against his flesh tickled and he let out a tense sound. “You have to understand that I still remember you asking me for help to protect yourself.”

“And it’s been almost eight years where a majority of that was spent with me training,” she pointed out with a grumble, her hand reaching for his. Hooking her fingers with his, she saw the scars over his hand and brought it closer to her so she could kiss over it. “What happened here?”

“A gun exploded in my hand,” Negan explained with a long sigh seeing her tracing over the mark with her thumb. “It’s complicated.”

“It always is with you,” she responded and it had Negan huffing out.

“What about all of your scars?” Negan curled his arm around her tighter with his fingertips brushing over the tattoo that was there to cover up the one and only scar that he actually knew the answer of.

“Battle wounds,” she was quiet in the way she responded and Negan frowned. “The one on my other shoulder is a gunshot. The ones of my face are from fights. Some cuts I got from knives…”

“And the one under your bellybutton?” Negan found himself curious, but the expression she made when she looked up at him showed him that she was uncomfortable. “Was it that bad?”

“It had to deal with the tests that they did on me,” she explained in a whisper and it had Negan reaching up to sweep his thumb in over her jawline. “It was hell getting back here Negan. It was nothing but pain and misery. So for you this might seem perfect, but for me? It feels like something I deserve after everything I’ve gone through.”

“Fair enough,” Negan stammered with his throat tensing up and he felt guilty hearing that. During his time in that cell, he thought he went through incredible amounts of suffering, but from what she told him? She went through worse. “I’m sorry.”

“I told you, I don’t really want to hear that Negan,” she reminded him, palming her hand down over the lengths of his abdomen which had him taking in a sharp breath. “I don’t want to think about my past anymore. I don’t want to be angry. I just want to be with my family again and live as much of a normal life as I possibly can.”

“Which reminds me…” Negan cleared his throat, his chest aching that he was thinking about things other than having her in his arms like this right now. “More than anything, I want to just stay like this for a while. Have you in my arms, naked and feeling more alive than I have in a very long time. But I made a promise to Evie and I know she has to be freaking out right now.”

“Okay. So what’s the plan then?” she whispered, her hand sliding down to caress in over Negan’s lower abdomen before sliding up to palm in over the side of his face drawing him to look down at her. “What are we doing? How are we getting them out of there tonight?”

“That’s the thing,” Negan started, his body tensing up when he eyed her over. “I snuck out of Alexandria after seven years. They aren’t going to be okay with me just leaving. They are going to have people out searching for me. And they will be out to kill if they see me. Not many people there care too much for my well being. After me leaving, I know they are going to be watching our children closely. I was never supposed to leave that cell. That was the plan. We can’t just show back up there and get our children. I’m not going to risk our children getting hurt and I won’t risk you getting hurt either because of these people.”

“Trust me, no one is going to be hurting me,” she stressed which had Negan grumbling to himself, curling his arm tighter around her waist to pull her closer to him. Hooking her leg over his had him sighing with her warmth surrounding him.

“Yes, I know. You’re a badass now, which turns me on incredibly fucking much. But we don’t need you slaughtering a whole town in order to get our children out of there,” Negan reasoned with her hearing her scoff. Dropping his head back, Negan looked down at her with his hazel eyes narrowing when she lifted her head up toward him. “You sound disappointed that I won’t let you slaughter a whole town in order to get our children out of there.”

There was a silence that was between the two of them and Negan shifted with a tension in his body, “We also don’t want our children to get hurt in the process.”

“Then what’s your plan, Negan?” she exhaled loudly, lowering her head back down to pepper faint kisses over the freckles that covered his shoulder that was closest to her. “How do we make this work?”

“Did you really think slaughtering a whole town was the way?” Negan was shocked that she didn’t seem to flinch at the idea of it.

“I told you, I’ve had to do…things,” she swallowed down, trying to avoid the judgement that he was undoubtedly giving her over her response to things. “The only thing that matters to me right now is being with you and the children. So whatever I have to do in order to get back to our children, I will.”

“And you really think you can take down an entire town?” Negan was curious that she truly believed in herself that much. “We can’t do that. There are innocent people in that town. And I know you, you got mad at me for doing what I did at The Sanctuary.”

“Times change Negan,” she declared with a frown, showing that they both clearly had a lot to talk about in the future. “But you’re right. Innocent people shouldn’t get hurt over a few rotten ones. So what do you think is going to work here?”

“I can only think of one way right now. And you aren’t gonna like it,” Negan stammered, his jaw clenching when her kisses over his chest came to a slow halt. “Right now, the number one thing that matters to me is our daughter. I love you so fucking much and I’m still having trouble believing this whole thing is real, but our daughter still beats herself up every day over you passing away. The whole point of leaving here was to find a place for our children. Now I know that you have the farm up and running. There is a place for our children. But most of all, I think Evie needs to know that you are alive. Nathan doesn’t even remember you Y/N. They both need their mother. They need their mother more than they need their father.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she was genuinely curious where he was headed with what he was about to say.

“I think that I should take you back to Alexandria with me. I go back in that cell. You get to be with our children. They are living in a house alone as it is. You do what you do best and you fit in. When the time is right, we get the fuck out of there,” Negan responded with a simple shrug of his shoulders and he could already tell by the expression on her face that Y/N hated it. “I really think that’s the only way at this point Y/N. It’s the only way to keep everyone safe in this situation. I don’t want to kill anyone else and I don’t want you or the children taken from me. I’ve already gone this long without you and I don’t know how much more time I have left in this world.”

“There has to be another way. You shouldn’t have to be locked up like an animal,” she reasoned with Negan hearing him sigh loudly.

“It’s the quickest way to get you back to Evie. You’ve been looking for the children every day for months. Evie has been suffering for seven years. You get to be with your family. You earn your place in that town and when they get comfortable with you, we find our way out,” Negan repeated what he said, his chest aching at the idea of having to go back to that cell after being stuck there for so long. It was just the only way everything seemed to work out. “Just don’t tell them your story because I feel like they will freak out and they might be scared of you.”

“Which part?” she frowned, pushing herself up into a seated position. Drawing his hand up the side of her body, Negan stroked his fingers around over her lower back before shrugging.

“All of it?” Negan’s nose wrinkled, biting down firmly onto his bottom lip when she smirked. “I mean, people aren’t going to understand the whole super soldier thing and that there are three towns that are ran just like they were back in the day…”

“Two now,” she corrected Negan who let out a long exhale, smiled and nodded his head slowly.

“Whatever it is, they are going to panic,” Negan suggested, pushing himself up onto his palms so that he was sitting up, his lips hovering over hers while he spoke. “And the whole being picked up by a doctor and being tested on thing might worry some people. They are going to wonder if you were or were not bit. People might want to lock you up themselves. I never told anyone what happened to you other than I lost you. Hearing you may have been bit would freak people out.”

“Does that scare you about me?” she wondered, her palm dragging down over the front of Negan’s chest toward his lower abdomen again. It had his eyes narrowing, a smirk tugging at his lips before he shrugged.

“You scare the shit outta me,” Negan rumbled, his lips faintly brushing against hers before humming. “But if you’re contagious and I’m gonna catch something by doing what we’ve done a few times today, then I’ll happily accept my outcome.”

“Solid answer,” she pat him on the chest hearing him chuckle right before she captured his lips in a kiss. Boldly flicking his tongue out against hers had her purring out. “You’re a brave man.”

“I’m a man in love that has been broken for years. It’s worth the risk,” Negan curled his arm around her waist to spin her around back onto the bed again. Starting to pepper kisses over her jawline, down her neck and further down her body had Negan humming out. “I don’t care about the details, I’m just happy that you’re here.”

Nipping at the flesh under her navel, Negan grunted out and tipped his head back to stare out at her, “So, do you agree with what I said?”

“I think there are better ways, but if that’s the only way you see this working,” she lowered her hand to sweep her thumb over Negan’s jawline. “Then I guess that’s what we will do. We just have to make a stop at the farm first.”

“For what?” Negan wondered, his face scrunching up and she rolled her eyes. “What?”

“Well, I’ve been checking in constantly with the family that lives there. I need to let them know that I’m going to be gone for a while,” she explained to Negan, her eyes narrowing out at him while she worked out what she would have to do in order to make his plan work. “They need to be able to hold down the fort while we’re gone so to speak. And prepare for when we come back. It’s going from four people to seven. You know just as much as I do there is enough space, but the guy staying there needs to know I’m not dead.”

“Good point, I guess,” Negan nipped at her hip before crawling back in over her hovering his lips over hers. “And there is nothing going on between you and this man?”

“Define nothing,” she teased him, her palms grasping firmly to the sides of Negan’s face. It had him frowning and she laughed. “You are so jealous.”

“I always have been,” Negan snorted, his nose wrinkling when he flicked his tongue out over her lips causing her to moan. “But with how eager you were to jump on my dick, I’d definitely say you haven’t had any in a while, so…”

“Way to take a romantic moment and spoil it,” she growled when she slid her fingers up over the back of his neck and frowned. “I miss your hair.”

“I guess I’m gonna have to work on letting it grow back,” Negan’s nose wrinkled, his body lowering down in over hers again stealing kiss after kiss from her lips. “No one was around to pull on it. So I kinda just did what felt good in the moment.”

“You’re still cute, I just like the hair,” she declared against his lips, palming down over the lengths of Negan’s long back. “I know you’re older…”

“We both are,” Negan corrected her, nuzzling his nose in against hers when he felt her squeezing at his naked bottom.

“I’m in better shape than you are,” she reminded him drawing an offended breath to fall from his lips. “Can you do another round and make the trip to the farm before going back to this Alexandria place. You seem kind of tired as it is.”

“One, I found a motorcycle before you whooped my ass,” Negan reached for her wrists, pushing them down firmly beside her on the bed hearing an amused laugh fall from her lips. “Two, I’m capable of more than you think and three, I have no idea when we will be able to do this again, so I’m not gonna miss up on the chance if you are offering.”

“Good boy,” she winced when his fingers squeezed firmly around her wrists, pinning her further against the bed. Once their eyes connected, she noticed the way that Negan’s expression softened and his wolfish smile faded to a saddened look. Releasing one of her wrists, Negan lowered his palm to cup her face lovingly bringing her to a lingering kiss. “What’s wrong?”

“You just have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” Negan whispered, his forehead pressing to hers when he nuzzled his nose to hers. “I should have never left you that day. That was my biggest mistake. I should have stayed by your side. We could have avoided all this pain. All this suffering…”

“You did what I asked of you,” she reminded him, but he shook his head and there was misery behind his eyes. “We don’t know if them taking me saved my life Negan. You can’t punish yourself over what you did and did not do.”

“I have been punishing myself since that day,” Negan claimed, the lines in his forehead growing. A loud exhale fell from his throat and he shook his head. “I don’t think you know how much losing you really broke me. I lost it with Lucille, but with you…?”

“I’m here,” she whispered when he let out a broken breath. Noticing that there were tears burning at his eyes made her let out a tremoring breath. Lifting up, she brought their lips together in another kiss when she realized that he was still extremely emotional over this whole thing. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

“I’m going to worry every second because I know how much it hurt,” Negan reached for her hand to bring it to him. Faintly brushing his lips over the inside of her palm had her exhaling loudly and he shook his head. “Now that you’re here, I don’t ever want to imagine losing you again. Ever.”

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“Wow,” Negan grumbled after bringing the motorcycle to a stop in front of where he knew that the farm he had convinced Y/N to get years ago was. It surprised him to see that the overgrown green, trees and some wood had hidden the entrance to it. “You really did hide this place.”

“A few years of overgrowth didn’t hurt,” Y/N pressed a faint kiss against Negan’s cheek, her fingers dragging across Negan’s lower abdomen when she got off the motorcycle. “So what is it that you want me to tell these people in Alexandria? I feel like our stories have to match.”

“You can be somewhat honest?” Negan suggested, curling his fingers tightly around the handlebars of the motorcycle. “Tell them that someone took you because they thought you needed help. They travelled across the country and you got stuck.”

“I feel like there has to be something more,” she scoffed, moving some of the green and disappearing under it slightly to push open an area of a manmade wall that was hiding the entrance to the farm. “They aren’t going to be okay with me just telling them I’ve been across the country for years.”

“These people have gone through a lot. I think they will believe just about anything,” Negan responded, moving the motorcycle forward when she urged him to move through the opening. Waiting for her once he got through, Negan waited for her to close things up. In that time, he looked back toward the home that he had convinced Y/N to get so long ago. A shocked breath escaped him seeing that there were crops growing, animals in the field and things looked healthy. Even the house did. “Holy shit.”

“What?” she stepped in beside Negan, dragging her hand down over the side of his face. Leaning into her touch, Negan sighed and cherished the warmth. Pressing a kiss over the center of her palm had her smiling.

“I just can’t believe how good this place looks,” Negan confessed getting off the motorcycle with a grunt. Sure, it look wore down in certain places, but who knows what happened between the time Rick attacked him and she returned. Walking the motorcycle up the long walkway with Y/N gave Negan time to look things over. “You guys really have been working nicely on it.”

“It didn’t take much to fix up. Plus, when I tell you I was prepared for the end of the world being fully stocked in the past, I mean it,” she stressed and it had Negan’s face scrunching up. Turning to him, her hand placed in over the center of his chest. Tipping up on her toes, she could tell that Negan was eyeing her over curiously and she shrugged. “What?”

“How so?” Negan breathed out which was followed by her peppering tiny kisses over his bottom lip. Happily accepting them, Negan’s hands fell to her hips while he held her close.

“Ah, that’s my secret to keep,” she tapped her fingers against his lips which made him frown. “I have my secrets. You have yours. There are some things on this land that only I know. And it will remain that way.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan scoffed, stepping forward to playfully smack at her bottom which had her gasping and swatting away his hands. “So tell me, is your bedroom still decent enough for us to maybe share a moment before we head off?”

“Yes, my bedroom is decent enough, but it’s going to get dark soon,” she grabbed a tight hold of his hands, finding amusement in the way he pulled her in closer to him. The warmth of his breath lingered over hers and she snickered. “Plus, we’ve already done that a lot today.”

“I can’t help it, the boys get back to work and they just want to keep going,” Negan looked down between them and she playfully hit at the side of his face making him snort. “I can’t help how I feel when I’m around you.”

“Well, I’m glad I don’t completely turn you off. I thought the whole CRM thing would turn you away and some of the scars…” she was honest, her smile fading slightly. “Not many men are okay with a woman that can whip their ass.”

“Oh, I love it. I like to be dominated,” Negan insisted with an amused wink. His palms curled around her ass and it had her stepping in closer to him. “It turns me on so much? And the scars? I think it only makes you hotter. We match.”

“Smooth,” she hooked her arms around his shoulders and tipped up to meet his lips in a passionate kiss again. “But you always were.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan rumbled hearing the sound of the front door opening drawing his eyes to lift. A little boy ran out onto the porch which had him releasing her from his grasp and pulling away from her lips with a wet sound.

“Y/N!” the little boy seemed to squee with excitement, jumping from the top step into her arms when she turned to face him. A laugh fell from her throat when she hugged the dark haired boy, who happily cuddled his head into the side of her neck. Following the boy out was a teenage girl and the man Y/N had been talking about. It had Negan stiffening up and he was uncomfortable. These were the people now living at their home. Negan’s eyes connected with the brown eyes of the stranger. The man was a little shorter than him with messy hair that went in front of his eyes. It was graying, but it matched well with his tanned flesh. This man wasn’t ugly. At all. He may have been slightly older than Negan, but looking at him made Negan uncomfortable. This was the guy that Y/N traveled with in order to find her way back? Something caught his attention when the teenage girl moved down the steps to hug Y/N as well. Something about the whole interaction made Negan uneasy. Back in Alexandria they had a teenage girl and a little boy waiting for her. These weren’t their children and they were embracing her like they were. It was strange seeing it when she hadn’t even gotten to be with their own children yet.

Y/N looked back at him and she was talking, but he was so lost in his own thoughts that he wasn’t exactly hearing her. It was probably her introducing him, but in this moment he just wanted to get Y/N back to the children. It felt wrong being here with people that he didn’t even know. In fact, he wished things would just move faster so they could leave. When the stranger held his hand up to wave at Negan, Negan mirrored the same motion and dropped his head down.

“Here we go,” Negan heard Y/N stammer when she set the little boy back down on the top step of the stairs and moved up to them to talk to the stranger. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be gone, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m okay. We have to find a way to get our children out of a bad situation. It could take a while. Months maybe. But we’ll be back. All four of us.”

“We’ll be waiting for you,” the stranger stammered, his arm hooking loosely around the shoulders of the teenage girl that was standing beside him. The southern drawl was deep and Negan cleared his throat uneasily. Sure, he appreciated that these people helped Y/N return to him, but he didn’t know how he would handle living with a second family when they returned. “We’ll just keep doing what you taught us. Your family will have a place when you return.”

A soft tap was felt against Negan’s foot, pulling his attention away from what was happening. Looking down, he saw a ball had rolled off the porch and hit his foot. Lowering down, Negan grabbed the ball, his eyes lifting when he smirked at the sight of the little boy hiding behind the man’s legs. With a smirk, Negan kneeled down on the first step, an amused rumble falling from his throat when the little boy’s hazel eyes connected with his when his head pushed out to look at Negan. When he saw that Negan was there he swiftly went back to hiding and it made Negan laugh.

“Easton,” the man reached around him, to place his hand in over the center of the little boy’s shoulders to bring him up beside him. “He’s not gonna hurt you. This is the man that Y/N talked about.”

“Evie and Nathan’s daddy?” the boy looked up at the man that Negan had only just met and he nodded. Hearing that seemed to relax the boy when Negan outstretched his hand to hold out the ball. It took a minute for the boy to trust Negan before he stepped forward.

“Is this yours?” Negan questioned, his right eyebrow arching in curiosity and the boy nodded his head. “Easton, right?”

“Yeah,” the little boy nodded, his eyes lowering down showing how shy he was.

“I’m Negan,” Negan placed his hand in over the center of his chest giving the boy a big smile when Easton looked up at him again. Holding the ball out further, Easton looked back at the man looking for confirmation and it made Negan look to Y/N who was smirking while watching the interaction.

“You can get your ball buddy,” the thick southern accent fell from the man and Easton outstretched his hand to grab the ball from Negan. “Now say thank you.”

“Thank you,” Easton repeated, lowering the ball down at his side. There was a lot of fear in the boy’s eyes and Negan wondered if this boy had a lot of bad encounters with people making him weary of strangers.

“Do you like to play catch?” Negan tried to spark up a conversation with the boy, adjusting so he was still about the boy’s height so they could talk. Easton nodded, his eyes now locked on Negan’s. “My little boy loves to play catch. It’s one of his favorite things ever. We play all the time. He’s always trying to get someone to play with him. He loves it more than anything. Maybe when we come back, you would want to play with him.”

“I’d like that,” Easton responded with a half-smile, shifting on his feet when he looked down at the ball. “I haven’t had a lot of people to play with me.”

“Well, we’re gonna have to change that, huh?” Negan winked and it made the boy seem to relax more around him. “Do you know what soccer is? My daughter loves soccer and she’s really good at it too.” Easton shook his head when Negan slowly raised up into a standing position. “Well we’ll have to change that. She can teach you all about it when we come back.”

“That sounds fun,” the teenage girl moved in beside Easton to give his shoulder a firm squeeze.

“We need to go,” Y/N interrupted the moment, her fingers curling loosely around Negan’s arm when she got him to start backstepping with her. “It’s going to be dark soon, but I promise that we will be back. I don’t know when, but I promise.”

“You’ve never broken a promise,” the man reminded Y/N, his head tipping once when he reached down to pick up Easton to hold him close to his chest. “We’ll be here.”

They said their goodbyes and Negan walked his motorcycle back to the front with her. Looking over his shoulder, Negan watched the man interacting with the two children and he cleared his throat.

“Those are his children?” Negan gazed over the two children with the man feeling his chest aching watching them at the home he considered theirs. “They don’t really look like they are his.”

“That’s because they aren’t his,” she seemed distracted while she worked to get the door back open. It had Negan looking back over his shoulder at her and she shrugged her shoulders. “It’s complicated, but it’s the closest thing to a father that they have. They may not be blood, but they are family.”

“How so?” Negan saw the three of them heading back into the house and he huffed when she seemed irritated with him asking.

“His daughter died when the world fell to shit. He lost everything. The girl was alone, she needed saving and he saved her. They were together when I found them in Kansas City. He’s been taking care of her for a few years. He’s her dad,” Y/N threw her hand out toward where the three people Negan just met were standing previously.

“And Easton?” Negan wondered, his brow line creasing when Y/N shifted on her feet before him. “What about him?”

“He’s been with him for months,” Y/N sighed loudly, her arms folding out in front of her chest. “On the way here from Kansas City, I had to go back to Philadelphia to grab some things. I knew of places to sneak out and…in. I had to grab some things that were mine and Easton was there. He was at a military school. They were going to use him to do what they wanted. So we grabbed him too. He was far too little. He’s just seven years old…”

“I see,” Negan felt her moving forward to reach for his hands. Thinking about what she said, Negan tipped his head to the side and scoffed. “You went back to the place you were at originally? Wasn’t that dangerous?”

“No one recognized me. When I was there at first I looked…different. And I wasn’t always out in the public. They had me in these testing areas,” she stressed, her head bobbing about showing that she was uncomfortable with what she was telling him. “I kept my head down, I grabbed what I needed and we left. We came here and everything has been fine since. I just was missing my family.”

“And we can trust him?” Negan looked back toward the house again, but she grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. “I’m sorry babe, but you can’t blame me for asking.”

“Yes, I trust him with my life because he helped save my life on multiple occasions. He helped bring me here. To you,” she reminded Negan, palming in over the side of his face and having him leaning into her touch. “Can we go now?”

“Of course,” Negan sighed, lowering in to press a quick kiss over her lips before leading the motorcycle out after she pushed open the space for him. Waiting for her, Negan propped the motorcycle up and when she closed back the opening Negan grabbed a tight hold of her and kissed her repeatedly.

“Whoa,” she chuckled, a wet sound falling from between them when she tipped her head back. “What’s up?”

“I just love you, so much,” Negan swallowed down hard, his lips parting when he shook his head. “I need you to know that. I don’t know how much interaction the two of us are going to be able to have for a while so I need to get it in. You mean everything to me. And having you back here? Having you alive? It’s everything I’ve wanted, it’s a miracle.”

“Hey,” she hushed him, grabbing at the back of his hand and nodding her head. “I love you too. We’re going to make this work Negan. I promise you.”

“I hope so,” Negan frowned, nuzzling his nose in against hers. Leaving her with one final kiss, Negan went to head back to the motorcycle, but he realized that she wasn’t following him. Taking a glance back at her he could see that there was tension in her features. “Hey. What is it?”

“Do you think Evie and Nathan will be happy to see me?” she wondered, her eyes narrowing when Negan smirked and half laughed. “I’m serious Negan. It’s been a long time. You said yourself that Nathan doesn’t even know who I am. It’s scary being gone this long and away from them. I’ve missed them so much, but…”

“Evie has kept you alive through her stories to her brother,” Negan assured her, getting off the motorcycle after making sure it was safe to do so. Turning toward her, Negan reached for her hands and caressed over the back of them with his thumbs. “More than anything, I know Evie will be happy and relieved to see you. Not only did I break when you…disappeared, but so did she. You’d be very proud of her though. She’s stepped into the role of mom with Nathan. She’s the one that taught him how to talk. She’s the one that taught him to be a good boy. And she’s so fucking smart. Smarter than I ever was.”

Tears burned at her eyes when she lowered her head to watch Negan caressing over her hands in attempts to calm her, “And she draws you all the time. You, me, Lucille…”

“I look different,” she stressed and it had Negan smiling, stepping in closer to her. Lifting one hand, he swept his fingers in underneath her chin and shook his head. “Negan, I look older. You can tell I put a lot of stress on my body and I have scars…”

“You look exactly like you,” Negan hushed her, sweeping his thumb in over her bottom lip and shaking his head. “I have extra scars and I’m gray as can be right now. You are in better shape than I am. And I don’t question that.”

“I’m just afraid,” she admitted, her voice breaking as she spoke. “I want nothing more than to hold them in my arms again, but the idea that I may not be enough or that they have learned to live without me…”

“That would never happen. Those children need you, now more than ever,” Negan promised with a wink, squeezing her hand tightly in his before raising her hand up to press a loving kiss over the back of it. “I’m afraid every day. Because one day I’m worried that the love that those children have for me is going to leave. I know I’m not good enough for any of you, yet you all remain loving me. If you didn’t love something, you wouldn’t be afraid. The fear is what shows we are alive. It shows that we are passionate and we fucking love something.”

“Yeah,” she parted her lips, reaching up to wipe at her eyes with the back of her hand. “Thank you, Negan.”

“You don’t need to thank me for just stating the truth,” Negan lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers giving her one final kiss before they got back on that motorcycle together.

The ride was quiet. Lots of things were spiraling through his mind. Questions that he had thought of with Y/N. Thoughts about the family they left on the farm. How he was going to get back into Alexandria without getting shot. That last one being the most important. Especially now with having to protect Y/N.

Those fears didn’t last long though because it wasn’t long before someone was shooting at them causing Negan to lose control of the motorcycle and slide off into the ditch. An automatic fear of Y/N getting hurt made him panic when he scrambled to check if she was okay.

“I’m fine,” she waved her hand about, letting out a scoff when she pulled herself up into a seated position. Still, Negan seemed worried and she shook her head. “I’ve gone through a lot worse than that Negan.”

Hearing the sound of footsteps had Negan grunting out when he sat up straighter seeing Judith approaching, “Alright. Slow down kid. I know you said you’d shoot, but damn.”

“Whole lot of people out there looking for you. I told you that there was nothing out there for you,” Judith stressed and Negan dropped his head down to draw his thumb across his forehead.

“You sure as shit did,” Negan remembered what she had told him when he snuck out of Alexandria, but he looked back over his shoulder at Y/N who seemed uncomfortable with a child having a gun on them.

“Language! I’m a kid asshole,” Judith repeated back having Negan snort in response. Stealing another look back at Y/N, Negan shrugged his shoulders and started to get up.

“Yeah. You are. What can I say? I like to swear in front of my friends. People that know shit,” Negan stood slowly, his hand reaching out to grab a tight hold of Y/N’s hand to pull her up. “But there was something out there for me. I just don’t belong out there.”

“What do you mean?” Judith looked beyond Negan and he nodded toward Y/N.

“Do you not see her?” Negan wondered, throwing his hand up in the air and he saw the way that Judith was eyeing him over. With a grunt, he squeezed his hand tighter around Y/N’s. “Oh come on! She has to be real this time because after everything, I…”

“Negan,” Y/N interrupted him, her head shaking about when he looked to Judith with desperation flooding through his veins. More than anything he was panicked that he just made all of this up again in his head and he was batshit crazy.

“Of course I see her,” Judith shrugged her shoulders, her eyes scanning over Y/N and he let out a sound of relief. “Who is she?”

“She’s Nathan and Evie’s mother,” Negan answered, pulling Y/N in beside him and he still made sure that he was the one that was in front of the barrel of the gun that Judith was holding up.

“I thought she was dead,” Judith’s eyes gazed over at Y/N as if trying to determine if it was real.

“I told you, she went missing,” Negan stated, his fingers hooking tightly around Y/N’s to squeeze them. Glad that she was actually there and he wasn’t insane again. “I’ve gone over that story with you so many times. How I went back, she was gone…and…”

“You thought she was dead though,” Judith repeated and Negan was sad to agree with her, but she was right. “And you found her? How?”

“It’s kind of a complicated story,” Y/N answered for Negan, her body aching from the fall that it took with Negan on the motorcycle. “But you’re right about what you said. There is nothing out there for either of us. I haven’t seen my family in years and I’ve been looking for them. When they weren’t far from me this whole time.”

“I got a look at what’s out there and my family…her family, would be safer in Alexandria,” Negan thought aloud, his Adam’s apple bouncing in this throat when Judith thought over what they were saying. Carefully, Judith lowered the gun and nodded. “More than anything, Evie needs to know that her mother is alive.”

“I agree,” Judith nodded her head about looking between the two of them. “You’re going back to your cell, Negan.”

“I know,” Negan realized that was the only outcome that this led to, but he didn’t care if it meant returning Y/N to Evie and Nathan.

“We’re walking the rest of the way,” Judith threw her hand up pointing toward the area that Alexandria was. Keeping his fingers hooked with Y/N’s, Negan allowed Judith to lead the way knowing that she was their one way in with being safe and she was right.

Part of Negan felt guilty about this whole thing. For so long Judith had been waiting for her miracle and now one was happening, but it wasn’t her father. Hearing what they said is definitely the reason that Judith allowed them back in because the story was the same thing she wanted with Rick.

Once they got back to town, there were glares. Looks of confusion with Negan holding onto some stranger’s hand. There would be a lot of explaining. Negan knew that. He wished they would have planned it out a little better than they did, but all he could think about was Evie.

“Daddy,” Evie’s voice called out, drawing Negan’s fingers to loosen from Y/N’s hand. In the distance Negan could see that Evie was running out toward him. Almost instinctively he ran to her and allowed her to run into his arms. With how tightly she was holding onto him, he knew that Evie thought she was never going to see him again. “After you left, I got scared and…”

“It’s okay,” Negan whispered, pressing a loving kiss over her forehead hearing her crying against the center of his chest. A moment later, Negan felt another strength of a grasp wrapping around his lower half. Leaning back, he wrapped his arm around Nathan who had obviously seen Evie run off and he came as well too. This was the first time that Nathan had really been able to hug him the way that he was meant to be hugged. There were tears in Negan’s eyes. He wanted this moment, but this moment was not about him. “Evie…”

Gazing back over his shoulder, Negan saw that Y/N was standing there frozen. Tears were in her eyes and she looked like she was trembling at the sight of her family there.

“Evie,” Negan said her name once more, his hand reaching up to palm in over the side of her face. “There is something I found. Something that you need to see.”

Confusion filled her eyes when Negan pulled away from the both of them, side stepping to allowing Evie to get a look at what was there. Evie’s face went white. Her hazel eyes growing wide when she looked to Negan as if for confirmation that she was actually there. With a single nod, Negan watched as Evie stumbled forward toward Y/N.

“Mom?” she breathed out, a whimper falling from her throat. Nodding, Y/N let out a cry herself seeing how big Evie had gotten. How much she had truly missed in the years that she was gone.

“It’s me baby,” Y/N finally spoke and that was all it took. Evie fell into her arms and both of them lowered to the ground. There were no hiding the sobs that were coming from both of them while they hugged. “I’m here.”

“I don’t understand,” Evie brought her head back, her fingers tremoring when she traced over the scar that was left on her mother’s chin. “We thought you were dead. You were gone for so long and…no one could find you. Dad and I searched the farm, but…”

“It’s a long story where I ended up very far away,” Y/N described what happened in a very shortened way, her fingers brushing through her daughter’s dark hair while she tried to comfort her. “But I fought to make it back to all of you and your dad found me.”

“More like she found me,” Negan offered up with a whimpering breath himself, his arm hooking loosely around Nathan’s shoulders while they stood together. “Your mom is the impressive one in this story. Not me.”

“I am so sorry,” Evie apologized, her hand reaching up to curl around Y/N’s wrist. “I’ve thought about the way I was for so long. I didn’t understand things and I was so mean. I should have been telling you that I loved you every day because I know that you were doing everything that you could to take care of me. To take care of us. I love you mom. So much. When you were gone, I just…”

“No,” Y/N didn’t want Evie punishing herself anymore about things. “I’m here now. You don’t need to worry about then because there was one thing that always kept me strong and fighting. That was you Evie. You and your brother. So please, don’t beat yourself up over what happened. You couldn’t control what happened. No one could.”

Dropping her head forward, Evie cried against the side of Y/N’s neck and Y/N stroked her fingers over Evie’s shoulders to comfort her. Looking to Negan, Y/N almost didn’t know how to respond to this because it was overwhelming and very emotional.

“Dad?” Nathan’s voice was quiet, his eyes raising to look for his father for confirmation in things. “That’s her? That’s mom.”

“That’s your mom,” Negan bit down on his bottom lip with Nathan slowly stepping forward. When Y/N saw him, she lifted her free hand to motion him close. Uneasily, she touched the side of Nathan’s face and smiled.

“Look at my beautiful boy. You look so much like your father,” Y/N commented which drew Nathan in for her to be able to hug both of them. “My beautiful boy and my beautiful daughter.”

“You have a lot of explaining to do,” a voice muttered from behind Negan when he looked over his shoulder to see that Gabriel was standing behind him.

Without saying anything, Negan nodded and moved toward his family. He knew that he wouldn’t have a long time with them, but he lowered down to wrap his arms around them supportively in his grasp. This was everything he dreamt of and he couldn’t believe it was happening. The only problem was? He knew that he wasn’t going to be part of this equation much longer and that broke his heart.  

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[the-darkestminds]

“Elain actually wants Azriel! They already have strong feelings for each other!”

Okay. So now what? Their book starts with them already on the verge of falling in love (ridiculous lol) and to deal with this they do…what? If Feyre learned that they love each other, she would never be okay with Rhys forbidding them from being together. It would take a single conversation between Feyre and Rhys to clear this up. And sjm has repeatedly let us know that Lucien is more courtier than warrior. There would be no blood duel. Also, as Rhys said, it’s illegal in his lands, and Elriels are adamant that Elain WILL NOT leave the Night Court, so they’d be protected by that law.

But say Azriel ignores Rhys’s order, and Lucien invokes the blood duel and Rhys allows it to happen. We are told Azriel would destroy Lucien with “little effort.” So now Lucien’s dead…and apparently Elain is fine with this. Does Beron declare war on the Night Court? And is Eris no longer their ally, even though we’ve yet to see them truly working together? Beron is already an enemy, so we don’t need that extra reason for him to fight against the NC. Vassa and Jurian would turn on the IC but they have no forces to command right now, so not sure what they could really do about it. Does the Spring Court remain desolate indefinitely because there’s no one left to care about it? I’m genuinely trying to wrap my head around how this could play out but I’m struggling to see it.

Say they do decide to sneak around for a bit until Elain and Lucien “mutually” reject the bond. What happens then? The scene with Cassian and Eris at the very end of ACOSF told us what to expect for the next book:

“Koschei remains in play, and Beron might very well be stupid enough to establish an alliance with him, too.”

Beron and Koschei. How does Elriel play into that? Elain has visions of Koschei, so she could fit into this plot line. But is Azriel more connected to Beron and Koschei than Lucien? Lucien has a connection to Vassa, who is enslaved by Koschei’s curse. And all of Prythian still believes Beron to be Lucien’s father. Plus, there’s Eris’s plot to overthrow Beron. We learned that Lucien and Eris are on speaking terms again. Sjm has left several hints that Eris cares for Lucien and has secretly protected him. So there’s potential for a reconciliation between them. But I fail to see how Azriel fits into this story in an interesting way, aside from being useful in a fight. Will Elain and Azriel take on Koschei and Beron while Lucien happily assists them?

Say they’ve defeated Koschei and Beron, Elain and Azriel are happy, Lucien is still tied to Elain but ultimately they are fine to go their separate ways. What’s the next book about? Vassa and Lucien falling in love? She’d be free from her curse by then, and we know she desperately wants to return to her people. Or maybe this happens in the “Elriel book” as well. So if Azriel and Elain’s story is concluded, AND Lucien’s story is tied up, what’s next? A full length novel about Emerie and Mor?

I’m just not seeing it. Are you?

[tmpestuous]

moth to a flame - 8

series masterlist

summary: bucky barnes was the love of your life, and you were his. there was no denying it. but after two years of dating, you found yourselves on different paths and decided it was best to go your separate ways. the only problem was how drawn you’d always be to him even after moving on.

pairing: College!Bucky x Reader

warnings: smut (mutual masturbation, 18+), angst, toxic relationships, emotional torture/abuse, kidnapping, physical torture, physical injury

word count: 6.4k

a/n: this is where everything gets juicy… already working on the next chapter as we speak. last bucky pov chapter! (:

“I genuinely think I want him dead,” Natasha said, a lot more angry than confused or sad. 

“I just cannot believe you didn’t tell us anything,” Wanda interjected. “I yelled at her in that hospital, I called her a traitor, she moved out.”

“I could not tell anyone without knowing what I wanted to do,” Pietro explained. “Bucky has only known about it for 4 days.”

“So what is it that you plan to do?” Sam asked. “You said yourself Sharon is gonna tell Atlas. What does that mean for Y/n?”

“Buck?” Steve spoke up next, noticing Bucky’s silence.

The brunette had been staring off into space, flipping his phone in his hands. 

Steve knew his head was running at a million miles a minute; he was worried that if anything happened to you, it’d be on him. Bucky may have not been in love with Sharon, but he trusted her. He told her they were all worried about you, and she was feeding it back to the last person he’d expected her to talk to.

He should’ve known. She was so adamant on him being at that party. Pietro got hurt that night, she must have known what was planned. She must have known that you were on edge. She must have known that him finding out about Pietro and your knowledge of it would ruin your life, your friendships. Leaving you isolated, what else did you have besides Atlas? She knew the entire time.

Bucky hated himself for letting his guard down. He didn’t even want to move on in the first place but he thought it was what was best for him, for you, for your friendship. 

“Bucky,” Steve said again, interrupting Wanda’s ramble about getting into danger and prompting Bucky to look at him. 

“What?” Bucky said, no attitude in his tone, in which Steve gave him a look in response that Bucky fully understood. “The only way we can help her is if we play into his hand.”

“You can’t seriously put yourself in danger,” Natasha said as she sat up, staring at Bucky with tears in her eyes. “We saw what happened to Pietro and he only had a piece of information on Atlas. Just imagine what he’s going to do to you, Bucky.”

“It’s the only way, Nat,” Bucky’s tone was completely monotonous, void of any emotion. “Y/n won’t like it either but it’s how we trap him.”

“So I ask again,” Sam came from the kitchen with a bottle of water and sat back on the couch. “What’s the plan?”

“Like Bucky said, we play into Atlas’s hand,” Pietro leaned forward on his knees. “They have their party in two days, so we have two days to get what we need. Bucky has to provoke them any way that he can. Talking to Y/n in public, testing their patience, whatever it takes. But we also need Atlas to admit on a recording to what he’s done to Y/n.”

“So we have to tell her,” Steve concluded.

“I’m seeing her tonight,” Bucky spoke up, though if everyone wasn’t sitting together, there’s no saying who could’ve heard him. “I’ll tell her.”

“I’ll go with you,” Steve offered, with Sam adding a ‘me too’ immediately after. “If Atlas is there, you’ll have backup. Pietro and Thor will stay with Wanda and Nat.”

“I don’t need backup,” Bucky assured. “I just have to get there before he does.”

After a 2-minute back-and-forth with Steve about protection and safety, Steve gave in. Everyone then decided to get some rest while Bucky planned to head out.

Bucky honestly wasn’t in the mood. The usual frown that adorned his face when he was irritated made a reappearance, the stare Sam would always tease him for before they got close.

Between Atlas basically keeping you hostage in a relationship, Sharon playing him like a card game, and his friends all of a sudden having everything to say about the situation, Bucky was tired. He was annoyed. He was in a mood that he knew only you could fix.

He approached the building carefully, keeping an eye out for the one guy whose face he wanted to punch in. He decided against texting you, not wanting you to get in any kind of trouble if Atlas was there. His idea to have Nat text you also fell short given the possibility of Atlas knowing about what transpired at dinner.

Luckily for him, as he pulled into his usual space in the parking lot, Bucky spotted Atlas getting into his car, thankfully oblivious to Bucky’s presence. He looked irritated, letting Bucky know that he definitely knew what had happened. Once he got in his car and left, Bucky made his way into the building, greeting the overnight security and heading up to the office.

The building you both worked in was always fascinating to Bucky; the fact that you could access it 24 hours a day, 7 days a week helped you have an escape. It was good for you, he recognized. Amidst the chaos, the solitude, the hurt, you had your work. At any time you wanted, any time you needed. All Bucky hoped was that it wasn’t just tainted for you.

Scanning into the office, Bucky saw you with your head in your hands from the couch in the office. You immediately looked up when he walked in, Bucky noticing the tears in your eyes and streaming down your face as you held a startled then softened expression. He attributed it to you realizing that it was him and not the person who had just left not too long ago.

“Bucky,” you said softly.

“Hey,” Bucky responded as he closed the door behind him.

“Is it- is it true?” You asked, your voice shaky. “Please tell me it isn’t true.”

Staring at you with an expression of hurt in his eyes, Bucky obviously knew he couldn’t lie to you. He never intended to, even if he had gotten here before Atlas, especially with the plan at hand. But as you approached him with so much fear in your eyes, Bucky could hear his heart pounding in his chest.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could muster.

You let out a broken sob, rubbing your face with both of your hands with so many emotions—frustration, anguish, fear. Bucky pulled you into his arms as you finally let everything out, whispering the same apology repetitively as you clung onto him for dear life. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” he said before kissing the top of your head, but then you shook it and pulled away.

“It’s bad enough that you know but now he knows that you know and I— Bucky, I can’t and I won’t be able to look you in the face if he hurts you.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about, prinţesă,” Bucky assured you. “We’re going to fix this. We knew he was going to find out.”

“How?”

Bucky sighed, rocking on his heels with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. He hadn’t even changed before leaving the apartment, wanting nothing more than to be with you and decompress.

“He’s seeing Sharon,” he admitted, still not looking you in the face. When you didn’t say anything, unshockingly, he continued. “That’s what Pietro knew. That’s why they took him. Pietro told us everything right in front of her, so we assumed she’d run off and tell him.”

“Buck…”

“It’s okay,” he looked at you, an unreadable expression on your face. “I don’t love her, I didn’t love her, I love you.”

Sighing and wiping your tears, you made your way back to Bucky, embracing him with all of the energy you had left that he returned with no hesitation.

“I love you too,” you said, not letting up on your grasp. “I’ve never stopped loving you, I will never stop loving you, Bucky, but–”

“But?” Bucky grabbed your face in hands, making you look at him.

“You have to promise me you won’t provoke him.”

Scoffing, Bucky shook his head. “Baby, I can’t promise that.”

“You have to,” you said with a sniffle, your tears making a return. “If something happens to you—”

“I will be okay,” he interrupted, planting a chaste kiss on your lips. “We have a plan, it’s going to work.”

“Does this plan involve you giving Atlas what he wants?”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Bucky stared at you. “How did you know that?”

“I know you, Bucky. And I’m telling you that it cannot happen,” you lifted a hand to wipe your tears away. “You don’t get it. If they were just planning to mess with you a bit and let you go like they did to Pietro, then maybe you could convince me to let you go through with this. But they’re not going to just give you a black eye, bloody nose, and a concussion, Bucky.”

Bucky sighed, his gaze moving away. “What makes you so sure?”

“Because he’s talked about it, detailed every single thing he wants to do to get you to leave me alone.”

“Funny,” Bucky looked back at you. “Nat insinuated the same thing.”

“I’m serious.”

Sighing once more, Bucky knew you wanted nothing more but to protect him. Hell, you had done it for the past few weeks. But if there was anyone in this world that he’d risk it for, other than his family, it was you. He wanted you safe, even if he didn’t end up with you at the end of the day. 

“I need you to listen to me,” Bucky started verbalizing his string of thoughts, shaking his head at you as you began to protest. “Please, okay? I knew you wouldn’t like this, and I can’t blame you. If I was in your position, I’d feel the same way. But… if I’m being honest, I am in your position. From the opposite side of the aisle. I have watched you destroy yourself for this guy; you have let him threaten your work, ruin your friendships, take your free will from you. I can’t sit by and watch it continue to happen and I won’t. So just trust me on this, please.”

After a few moments of looking into his pretty blue eyes, filled with sincerity and as much fear as you held on your own, you leaned into the touch of his hands still on your face.

“Okay,” you said in a whisper with a single nod. “But you have to tell me the entire plan so I’m not out of the loop.”

“Of course, prinţesă,” Bucky kissed your lips softly again. “It involves you actually… let’s sit down.” 

Bucky led you back to the couch he found you sitting on when he first walked in. Pulling you into his lap, Bucky wrapped his arms around you. You could’ve melted into his touch, it having been so long since you’d just been held with so much care. Bucky could tell you were trying not to cry again, rubbing small circles on your back, pressing a few kisses to your temple.

“We need you to record Atlas admitting to what he’s doing to you,” Bucky said as you got comfortable, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“Task of the century,” you joked, planting a kiss on Bucky’s neck.

“Kiss my neck again and we will christen this office,” Bucky joked back, eliciting a giggle from you. “Think you can get it done?”

“I already have.”

“What?”

Fiddling with the collar of Bucky’s shirt, you shrugged. “Guess I was a few steps ahead of you guys. I’ve been recording almost everything, usually when I’m at his place. All the threats, every single one. I don’t really know what I planned to do with them, but they’re there.”

“Keep recording them, especially now that he’s on high alert with you and us,” Bucky moved a piece of hair away from your face. Once Bucky had detailed the rest of the plan, regurgitated in similar words to Pietro’s speech in the living room to everyone else, you nodded without a word. Bucky noted your silence, which didn’t seem solemn. “What are you thinking about?”

“You smell really good,” you answered with no hesitation, placing a few more kisses on Bucky’s neck before sitting up to look up at him. “And you look really good.”

Bucky’s tongue darted across his bottom lip as he stared between your lips and eyes, your faces mere centimeters from each other. “You always told me I clean up nice.”

“Mm, you do,” your tone was a bit more sensual, your hands moving up and down over his torso. “You always leave the top two buttons undone.”

Moving his hands to grip your waist, Bucky leaned his face a bit closer to you, his lips brushing against yours. “Are you gonna undo the rest of them?”

Closing the rest of the gap, you pressed your lips against Bucky’s, his grasp pushing you to straddle his lap. You were both moaning into each other’s mouths, tongues tangled together. Your hips grinding down on Bucky’s crotch was encouraged by his grip on your waist guiding you back and forth, pulling away from your kiss to lean his head back with his eyes closed, a groaned ‘fuck’ from his lips only making the heat between your legs that much hotter.

Bucky moved his hands to start unbuttoning your pants, your gaze making its way down to his current task at hand though your hip movements didn’t falter. As soon as your button was undone and the zipper was down, Bucky laid you down on the couch, hovering over you as one of his hands made its way into your pants and underwear, fingers sliding smoothly through your folds before he rubbed circles on your clit. You couldn’t help but gasp at the sudden pleasure, almost forgetting what it even felt like.

“Holy fuck,” you said, your voice a lot more breathy than he anticipated.

“Mm, you’re so fucking wet, prinţesă,” Bucky’s voice was low, his hand movements picking up before he slid a finger past your entrance. “So fucking tight, my pretty baby’s been neglected.”

You knew good and well he wasn’t talking about you, but rather talking about your pussy in third person which only made you want to melt under him even more.

Shoving a second, then a third, finger inside you, Bucky didn’t let up fucking you on his hand, only as much as you started fucking yourself on his hand, his thumb expertly still rubbing circles on your clit. It was all so overstimulating, but it felt so good.

Somehow, even amidst how fucking good Bucky was making you feel, you thought about him needing to feel good too. You made a way of undoing his slacks, ignoring his pleas of only making you feel good, which quickly fell short as soon as your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him the way you knew he liked.

He was groaning so loud in your ear, you could fucking cum just from the noises he was making. You stroked him faster as he picked up the pace of his own hand, your climax just around the corner.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, baby, fuck,” Bucky’s jaw hung open and his face was contorted in so much bliss, it was like he hadn’t been touched in ages. “Cum all over my fingers so I can taste you, sweetheart.”

“Fucking hell,” was all you could say as your orgasm creeped up so quickly, the most intense you’ve ever felt. 

You kept stroking Bucky even as he left his fingers inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out as you rode out your orgasm. By the look on his face, you could tell he was close.

“Cum for me, Bucky,” you said, your tone soft and sultry to send him over the edge. Stroking as fast as you could through the confines of his boxers, Bucky was moaning so hard as he kissed and sucked all over your neck, making your own moans hard to control. “Cum for me, please.”

“Fuck, baby,” Bucky said, groaning again as he fucked your hand, his orgasm catching up to him shortly after as he lazily thrusted into nothing while you caught his release in your palm, pulling your hand out of his boxers afterward. “Jesus Christ.”

“That mouth of yours is a sin,” you said after he collapsed on top of you, making him chuckle as he pulled his hand out of your underwear, being obnoxiously obvious as he licked every single finger that was just inside of you.

“Come home with me,” he said, looking down at you with so much love and lust in his eyes, though your gaze showed a bit more hesitancy.

“Bucky…”

“Everyone regrets what they did and chances are they’re all asleep anyway,” he tried his best to convince you. “I don’t want you staying here or being alone at your place. Come home with me, baby, please.”

You always gave in to Bucky when he begged for you, something Steve and Sam would never let him live down but he always did it especially for you. But Bucky could tell you weren’t going to give in this time.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to see everyone yet,” you said, running a hand through his hair. “And Atlas has my location anyway, so that’d get cut short really fast.”

Bucky sighed. “Okay.”

“What if you stayed with me instead?” You asked, Bucky’s eyes softening at the thought of you not wanting him to go. “I don’t have any roommates and the place is all mine, we’d be all alone.”

“Trying to let me christen your new place too?”

Giggling, you shook your head. “You are so horny.”

“Weren’t complaining about that when I made you cum on my fingers two seconds ago.”

You rolled your eyes. “Are you in or not, Barnes?”

He smiled at you, making you admire his gorgeous face, the one you missed so much. “Let’s go home, baby.”

Once you both washed up a bit in the bathroom and Bucky helped gather all of your things, you both shrugged your jackets on and shut off the lights in the office. Making your way to the elevator that led straight to the parking garage, Bucky could tell you were stuck in your own thoughts again.

Everything about this situation overwhelmed Bucky, so he couldn’t imagine how much it was overwhelming you. He’d hoped he could ease your mind, but the fact of the matter was that you did not agree with the plan in place. It was dangerous, and above all, it threatened Bucky’s wellbeing.

Bucky has never shied away from a challenge, including those where he might end up hurt in the process. It didn’t come as a result of a big ego or too much pride, but rather always wanting to do what was best for everyone involved in a situation. 

He’d do anything for you and for your happiness. He once traveled for 3 hours to get a cake you’d been craving from a bakery in downtown Manhattan with a looming snowstorm about to hit New York City. You’d scolded him for two whole days about it, even though he knew you were grateful. He also once nearly got into a fight at a party for a guy who got too rough with you, calling you a bitch and nearly pushing you to the ground. You said he was being dramatic but he didn’t think so. He’d do anything for you, and anyone who threatened your happiness and wellbeing was a threat to him.

He’d always felt the same about Atlas. There was something wrong with that guy from the start, but seeming like the brooding, jealous ex-boyfriend wasn’t really Bucky’s goal. That didn’t cease his ill feeling about Atlas and his constant possessive nature over you when he didn’t care to actually love you. 

Bucky had no issue challenging the blonde, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t the slightest bit anxious. From what you described as “being beaten ten times worse than Pietro was” to Atlas’s eager state to hold leverage over him, Bucky was nervous. He could hold his own and put up a fight against the guy, but he knew that wouldn’t be the case. Pietro essentially was jumped by these guys and even that was gruesome. Anything ‘ten times worse’ than that meant Bucky was indeed facing the possibility of looking worse for wear.

“Maybe we should take my car,” you said as the elevator reached the parking garage, Bucky holding your bag. “I don’t really want to have to face the wrath of you-know-who if he decides to surprisingly swing by my apartment at any point tonight or tomorrow.”

Bucky scoffed. “He’s that ridiculous?”

“Probably worse,” you said as you unlocked your car with your key fob.

Bucky put your bag in the backseat before getting in the passenger seat while you were putting your seatbelt on. After his seatbelt was fastened, you pulled out of the parking spot, assuring Bucky that his car wouldn’t get a ticket for being parked overnight.

The drive to your apartment was fairly quick. It kept you at a decent distance from both work and school, though you were really only at home to sleep. You technically only worked 4 days out of the week, but you were analyzing data every day. You had classes 3 days out of the week, which let up on you a bit, though your schedule was more than hectic those days. You got extra money submitting your class notes to the tutoring center, along with the clubs you were involved in on campus. 

The picture-perfect model student. Model person. Bucky honestly didn’t know how you did it. But it was evident that your enjoyment in a lot of these things was taken from you. Your mind was always focused on trying not to piss off the man who claimed to be your boyfriend. 

When Bucky advised you to give Atlas another chance after missing one of the biggest moments of your college career, he genuinely believed Atlas cared about you. It was one mistake and none of us were perfect. But as you described Atlas’s incessant disdain for him, Bucky realized he was just too insecure to truly love you beyond his doubts.

You two would always have history, but you never intended to make Atlas jealous. You honestly never even intended to leave him for Bucky. But you would always gravitate towards each other. Your breakup was mutual, a rough decision made in the middle of figuring out what you wanted to do with your lives. With opposite schedules, grasping for gaps to spend time with each other, then often failing, it was what was best.

It hurt, but there was no indication that you were done for good. 

Making it to your apartment after a quick 10-minute drive, one you attributed to the lack of traffic, Bucky finally saw where you called home for a short while.

Taking it all in after taking his shoes off in the doorway, it was very… you. You didn’t shy from displaying the pictures of the gang, even having a polaroid of you and Bucky at Sam’s birthday last year where you both had cake on your nose on your refrigerator door. Thanks, Nat. 

It made Bucky happy that you were finding some peace amidst chaos. He knew how resilient you always were, but it was great that you didn’t shy away from finding the good in a bad situation.

“It’s not much but it is all mine,” you said, Bucky’s attention now on you and away from the pictures and notes all over your fridge. You stifled a yawn, Bucky helping you take your jacket off and mentioning that you should get some sleep.

You nodded, grabbing Bucky’s hand and leading him to your bedroom. It was cozy, not as decorated as your living room but just enough. It smelled like you had let a candle burn before you left, the scent of your favorite candle still looming in the air. An en-suite bathroom was the coolest part to Bucky, especially in the heart of New York.

You pulled out an old t-shirt that Bucky gave to you, hidden away in one of your drawers, handing it to him. 

“I’m gonna shower,” you said after grabbing the pajamas you were gonna wear. “I don’t know if you want to shower but you can. Or we could shower together. I don’t really know how to do this anymore.”

Chuckling at your rambles, Bucky moved towards you and kissed your cheek. “Come on, let’s shower.”

After a warm, peaceful, and much needed shower, you and Bucky were both longing for how domestic you always used to be in your relationship. Of course, there were far more intimate showers, but there was nothing lustful about this. Just two people who loved each other getting ready to hit the hay.

After you were both dressed, Bucky previously stifling a laugh about a pair of boxers of his that you once used as shorts still living in your drawer which you now gave back to him, you settled into bed. 

Your head took its usual place on Bucky’s chest, his arms wrapped around you with a comforting pressure. 

“I missed you,” you said softly. “I missed us. I’ve thought about you every single day since we broke up. Sometimes I think to myself why we didn’t just let things run its course, save ourselves from all the heartache, you know?” Bucky graced his fingers from one of his hands up and down your back as you spoke. “I think we would’ve been okay in the end. We would’ve worked everything out and been okay. I kind of regret it now given everything.”

“Hey,” Bucky cut you off gently. “I get you, sometimes I regret it too, but we will still be okay. Everything’s going to be okay. We’re going to fix this, I promise.”

You nodded, not wanting to protest again, knowing Bucky was set in his decision on catching Atlas red handed. You had to admit it wasn’t a bad plan, but you wished it didn’t involve Bucky risking his health, his well being.

Soon enough, Bucky’s soft breaths as he slid into slumber helped you fall asleep too.

The morning came all too fast, neither of you wanting to get up to face the day. You didn’t have class which technically meant you were on Thanksgiving break, and after the day you had yesterday, work was a distant thought.

You woke up a few minutes before Bucky, getting to savor his most peaceful state for a bit before he caught you staring.

“I could easily get used to waking up to you every day again.” Looking away with a blush, you tried to sit up before Bucky encased you in his embrace again, kissing all over your face and neck. “Stay with me.”

“As much as I would love to do that, I should head to campus,” you said, trying not to giggle as Bucky continued to pepper kisses down your throat. 

“For what?” He said, resting his head back on the pillow to look at you. 

“I have a few things to do before break.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “I’ll come with you.”

“And risk you getting caught by Atlas’s minions?” 

Bucky sighed. “We talked about this, prinţesă.”

“I know, and I’ve somewhat made peace with this plan you have in place,” you moved to straddle him, Bucky placing his hands on your hips. “But chances are they’re already plotting how they’re going to snatch you off campus like they did to Pietro. I don’t want to make it worse by them finding out that you and I are close again outside of work.”

Bucky nodded, knowing you were right. He fought his urge to keep an eye on you since Atlas left you so shaken up last night, but he trusted you. You’d made a life outside of the one you missed more than he probably would ever know, and you’d been surviving. That was the most important part.

As you leaned down and gave him a kiss filled with more understanding than any words could describe, everything was right again. When you pulled away, you smiled at him.

“We still have our little bubble,” you promised, pecking his lips one more. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Bucky whispered against your lips. “I should head back to my place anyway, I’m sure they’re wondering what’s happened.”

You nodded, quickly smiling as Bucky gave you yet another kiss, one of his hands gravitating to the back of your head. 

—

Walking into his apartment, Steve and Natasha were watching TV in the living room. Sam was making his sister’s famous tea yet again, and everyone else seemed to be out.

You and Bucky had headed to the lab so he could get his car, though he hated the idea of leaving you at all. He stole a kiss from you before you got into your car, stopping him before it turned into you two making out in the garage. 

Natasha noticed Bucky entering the apartment first, her attention moving elsewhere making Steve look in the direction of his best friend as well.

“You could’ve said you didn’t want us to tag along because you weren’t coming home last night,” Steve teased.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Why are you guys leaving Sam in the kitchen again?”

“Shut up and tell us everything already,” Natasha sat up. “I’ve been sitting in anticipation for over twelve hours.

Bucky put his jacket on the back of one of the lounge chairs in the living room before sitting down. “It’s a go.”

“She agreed,” Steve stated, though clearly a question.

“Not necessarily,” Bucky leaned forward on his knees. “But she knows it needs to happen. She already has proof of Atlas admitting to everything, I told her to still get as much as she could, and she agreed to that. She’s more worried about what’s gonna happen to me.”

“See?” Natasha exclaimed. “I told you so.”

“Whatever happens will happen,” Bucky accepted the possibility. “She says they’re probably already looking for me, so I think we get a start on this today.”

“We don’t even have the location of where this is happening,” Steve added. “I don’t think they’re going to keep it at their usual place.”

“We’re running out of time, Steve. He already knows that we know. Maybe Nat can scare some information out of Sharon.”

“I can do a lot more than just scare the bitch,” Nat crossed her arms as Steve gave her a look. “What? She’s a weirdo.”

Steve shook his head. “We have to work fast then.”

And that they did. 

After dropping all of the news in the group chat, Bucky was everywhere on campus. He could tell Atlas’s frat brothers were keeping their eye on him whenever they were in the same room as him. Bucky invited it. He talked with a few other people, getting random gossip from Maria Hill, asking T’Challa about how his little sister was doing with college applications, and having an awkward conversation with Tony about the Stark Internship. 

Bucky’s favorite part of his campus escapades, however, was when he saw you. You had just bought food from the dining hall, making your way to what he presumed to be the tutoring center or some club meeting.

Catching up to you, Bucky pulled you behind a building, out of sight from anyone walking on campus unless they were a faculty member using the parking lot behind said building.

“What are you doing?” You exclaimed, looking him up and down. “I told you I don’t want you to get caught up, Bucky, and I was very serious about that.”

“I know,” Bucky nodded, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “We’re out of sight, prinţesă, don’t worry.”

“I have to worry, it is literally my job to worry.”

“They’re already onto me, I’m just provoking them a bit, but I would never put you in harm’s way, okay?”

Giving in as always, you said a soft ‘okay’ before Bucky told you everything he’s experienced all day. Nat’s working on Sharon, the boys are figuring out a location on a new house Atlas’s frat somehow got ahold of and are rumored to host their next party at.

“I know that house, it isn’t new,” you interjected. “Unless there’s some other house they’ve managed to acquire in a week but I can just text you the address of the one I’ve been told the party's at.” You pulled out your phone, quickly sending Bucky the address that he forwarded to everyone else.

“Will you be there?” He asked as you put your phone back in your pocket.

You shrugged. “I want to be there to help you but–”

“I know,” Bucky interrupted. “I wouldn’t want you to see that either.”

“Please promise me they’ll try and find you quickly.”

“They will,” he assured. “The plan is to use your recordings, Pietro’s injuries, and the address of the party to catch them in the middle of the act. We’ll move fast tomorrow, I promise.” You nodded. “We still have our bubble, prinţesă. It’s not going anywhere.”

“Meet me at our spot by the lake later? We can get dinner after and then stay at my place again. I just want another night with you before tomorrow.”

Bucky nodded. “Of course. How’s 6 sound?”

“See you at 6 then,” you looked around before kissing Bucky on the cheek, leaving him behind the building. 

Much to Bucky’s demise however, he was quickly grabbed and thrown into the back of a van only a few minutes after you left him.

—

If Bucky had ever imagined getting kidnapped and/or jumped, he’d assume the guys holding him hostage were a bit smarter.

His head was killing him, no thanks to all the fucking punches they decided to give him with a bag over his head. But as soon as they were taking all their breaks, they dropped every single detail possible.

Bucky quickly learned he was the “star of the show” for this party tomorrow and they needed to rough him up enough, but as little as possible. Atlas’s orders.

The idea of Atlas giving orders was hilarious to Bucky, even more hilarious that these brutes even listened to him. He knew he was in for a beating but he guessed Atlas wanted Bucky all to himself.

After what seemed like a few hours, Bucky was tied to some dingy chair with that same bag over his head. His nose was starting to bleed again and his migraine had gotten worse. He’d been kicked in the ribs, punched in the face and had his face slammed into the floor a few times. Nothing he couldn’t handle. Or so he thought.

“Bucky fucking Barnes,” he heard Atlas speak, the grin on his face evident just from the tone of his voice.

He ripped the bag off Bucky’s head, Bucky’s eyes adjusting to the light of the room he was in. It wasn’t a basement or a shed, but just an empty bedroom in the house that clearly seemed out of use. It was dirty, some of Bucky’s blood from his nose dropping on the floor as he avoided Atlas’s smug stare.

“You know, it’s like you wanted to get caught today,” Atlas chuckled. “I could see you testing my brothers. Staring at them with a look that said ‘try me’ and I honestly almost told them to let it go. I was going to have them take you tomorrow, but then I found out the missing piece of the story I heard from our bitch yesterday.” Bucky looked at him, a glare in his eyes. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s not her. I mean Sharon. Of course she didn’t know you already had Y/n back in your hands, I mean—you wouldn’t want her to know you were cheating on her? Saved yourself that she was doing the same thing. Now we’ve shared two cunts.”

“You’re talking too much,” Bucky rolled his eyes. “If you’re gonna fucking hit me, then do it. We both know that’s what you came here for.”

Bucky became even more irritated at the tsk, tsk, tsk coming from Atlas as he picked up a metal baseball bat from the corner of the room. Both of the men knew just how bad this was gonna hurt, though their feelings about the situation were on completely opposite sides of a spectrum.

“I was gonna ease you into it,” Atlas said with a smirk, “but here goes nothing.”

Atlas swung the aluminum bat on Bucky’s left arm with so much force that Bucky swore he could hear the bones in his forearm fracturing. He repeated a few times, reveling in the screams of pain coming from the back of Bucky’s throat, kicking the chair so the brunette was suddenly on the floor, writhing in pain. The tears he was trying to hold back brought Atlas the most satisfaction he had in weeks. He was about to swing again when the door swung open, Bucky trying to mentally count his blessings to distract him from the throbbing of his arm.

“What the fuck do you want, Beck?” Atlas snarled.

“Your girl’s here.”

Both Atlas and Bucky froze.

“Why is she here?”

“Said you told her to come over.”

“Yeah, later,” Atlas sucked his teeth in frustration, throwing the aluminum bat on the floor, making Bucky flinch. 

Then Bucky was alone in the room, focusing on your frantic voice outside the door, wishing he could ease your pain. That you could ease his. 

He stared at the wall, his heart pounding in his chest. The pain from his migraine translating to his arm. His wrist being tied only made the pain worse, Bucky realizing he shouldn’t try and move it. 

He’d only been here a few hours and his arm was already fucking broken. All he could do was try to relax, knowing it was only downhill from here.

After about a half hour, Atlas came back into the room, the two guys who threw him in the back of the van following behind.

“Ready for some more fun, Barnes?” Atlas said, picking up the bat again.

It was gonna be a long fucking night.

[mychlapci]

I’ve seen a few fic with “brute”, villages folks, city people, etc… like, weird kind of story crossover for transformers (kinda hard to explain with limited English vocabulary). The last one had caravans traveling around and outside cities, with the war raging only inside, and off course I thought angs Dratchet.

So like, cybertron cities are like what we know, upper, middle and low, but there’s also a whole different world outside of them, and cybertronians living outside the cities are nomads with a whole different language, cults and way of living.

Mostly they’re considered brute and uncivilized by the mech living behind a wall.

Ratchet lives outside, with a group of nomads, while Drift lives inside, in the dead end. Everything is mostly similar: Drift overdoses, gets thrown out and saved by Ratchet, then they lose each other for some times and meet again, when Deadlock is left for death, outside again.

Ratchet do saves him again, and this time, Deadlock decides to stay a little more. The first time he went back almost as soon as he could, this time he’s 1)more damaged and 2)not really in a rush to go back to the war that’s now raging.

He stays with the group for some time, gets back on his feet, learn some more glyphs and get closer to Ratchet. He’s not completely accepted by the group but it seems they all respect his hunting skills.

Where’s the angst you ask?

Well, this particular group of nomads is known for selling one particular good… sparklings.

Not really in a bad way, kinda? The groups are very small, and to make sure no inbreed happens, one caravan travels between all villages and one or more bots gets pregnant at point a, and drop the sparklings at point c… they have a intricate diagram with all the villages, caravans, carriers, breeders etc etc… point is, Ratchet is this group’s selected carrier. Once every few moons, the chart is updated, one breeder is chosen and Ratchet has to attend his duties for the “greater good”.

Ratchet is not happy about it, but he’s one against the whole group, and being alone outside a city is not advisable.

This time, the elders have decided that Deadlock would be a good match: he’s strong, skilled and he’s a new, fresh pool of genes. He also seems already interested in Ratchet..

Ratchet is against this idea. For once, he really likes Deadlock and after having so many sparklings taken away, he’s adamant he’s not gonna let it happen again…

Too bad Ratchet doesn’t have the vocabulary to explain all of this to Deadlock…

Oh yeah, barbarian AU’s, I kinda like barbarian AU’s. They’re also perfect for arranged marriages, wink wink.

Anyways, I love the spin you put on their roles in this story actually… Most people would probably pin the barbarian tag on Deadlock, but this… mhmm, this is interesting. I would imagine Drift as a street rat, living between the alleys, much like canon, depending on substances, abused by the caste system at play. Ratchet is a healer for one of the many nomadic groups traveling the neutral lands behind the city walls, not particularly affected by the Cybertronian caste system. The groups living outside of city walls have different views on life. But, while Ratchet cannot really understand Drift’s struggle, a hurt mech is a hurt mech, and he saves him nonetheless. The language barrier between them is huge but they get by while Drift recovers, and he even misses the old doctor as he returns back to crawl the streets of a new city… Coming back to neutral lands once the war is raging on is like entering a different world entirely. It’s not like the nomadic groups don’t know war, but they seem unperturbed by this one so far…

mhmm I don’t know if I can see Ratchet willingly turning a blind eye to selling sparklings… Then again, if he was raised like this, brought up to believe that this is just how things work in this world, he would accept it, no matter how much it hurts. Maybe he helps mechs loophole around it whenever he can, but he himself… Doesn’t bother. He knows the sparklings are well off, and they need the shanix. If it’s for the greater good, then he’ll do it.

When Deadlock is chosen to breed him, though, he really needs to explain that he doesn’t understand the gravity of the situation, but it’s so hard with the language barrier. He doesn't know how to tell him that the sparkling will be sold off, that they’re not keeping it, that he as the sire is just a tool… It’s even more heartbreaking as Deadlock stays with him and keeps patting Ratchet’s bump, rubbing his belly… For the first time ever, Ratchet wants to fight to keep it.

[newleaf92]

Favorite Lines from Hazbin Hotel songs Part Two:

Poison—this song broke my heart as Angel Dust is one of my favorites, and seeing what he had to deal with from Val was devastating.

“I shoulda known it when I looked into your red hot eyes.”

“Addicted to this feelin’ I can’t help but swallow up your poison.”

“I got so good at tellin’ you what you wanna hear.”

“Poison, I'm drownin' in poison. I'm fillin' up my glass but it's always hollow full of poison, I'm sick of the poison. Wish I had somethin' to live for tomorrow.”

Loser, Baby

“You’ve lost your way. You think your life is wrecked. Well, let me just say you’re correct.”

“You’re a fucked up little whiny bitch. You’re a loser just like me.”

“You’re a power bottom at rock bottom, but you got company.”

“I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak.”

“And you think that makes you unique.”

“Baby that’s fine by me.”

“I’m a loser, honey. A schmoozer and a dummy. But at least I know I’m not alone.”

“It’s time to lose your self loathing. Excuse yourself, let hope in,baby. Play your card, be who you are.”

Hell’s Greatest Dad

“Looks like you could some help from the big boss (😈)of Hell himself.”

“With a punch from a pentagram.”

“I’ll rig the game for you because I’m the ref(😈)

“Champagne fountains, caviar mountains. That’s just a start.”

“I’m your guy, your day to day, your chum, your steadfast hotelier.”

“I’m truly honored that we built such a bond.”

“It’s a little funny. You could almost call me dad (👹😈)

(😡👿🎻)

“There’s no substitute for pure angelic power! Who just so happens to also be your blood.”

“Can you butt out of my song? (Your song?! I started this!”)

More Than Anything

“Now you’re the only thing worth fighting for.”

“I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything.”

“So in the end, it’s the view I had of you that showed me dreams can be worth fighting for.”

“I’ve been dying to find out who you are.”

“All that I’m hop in’, now that my eyes are open, is that we can start again. Not be pulled apart again.”

“Cause in the end, you are part of who I am. I’ll support your dreams no matter what’s in store.”

“I’m grateful your my daughter/father.”

Welcome to Heaven

“Welcome to Heaven, oh-oh!” (🎤🫦)

“Where the virtuous reside 24/7, oh-oh!” (🎤🫦)

“Welcome to Heaven, oh-oh!” (🎤🫦)

“Check out our sick decor, the spirit’s leaven, oh!” (🎤😏🫦)

“And everyone is hot!” (🎤🫦🤤🫠)

You Didn’t Know

“Checked all the boxes that you said would prove a person deserves a second chance. Now we turn our backs, no second glance.”

“It’s not fair, Sera.”

“That just because someone is dead, it doesn't mean they can't resolve to change their ways. Turn the page, escape infernal blaze.”

“What are we even talking about? Some crack whore who fucked up already?”

“There’s no question to be posed. He’s unholy, case closed.”

“A man only lives once. I’ll see you in one month. Gotta say I wait can’t to come down and exterminate you.”

“Well, I don’t need your condescension. I’m not a child to protect!”

“Was I too naive to expect you to heed the morals you’re purveying?”

“That’s what the fuck I’ve been saying.”

“If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie.”

“When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again.”

Out for Love

“I see you’re driven by your detestation.”

“You need a different type of motivation.”

“Think of who you care about. Protect them and be out for love.”

“Fuel yourself with the fear of losin’ that somebody who’s your reason to live. Harness your heart and you can’t help choosin’ to fight with all you can give.”

Ready for This

“And though I kinda feel unsteady, now I gotta be ready for this.”

“Not to mention the camaraderie. Yes sure, you’ll form life-changing friendships with folks along the way.”

“Oh, don’t be put off by their snarlin’, that’s enthusiasm, darlin’!”

“Don’t worry, honey, that’s their thing. Keep singing.”

“When Adam brings the battle here, I must appear like I’m ready for this.”

“Surprised? Why, I knew she could do it all along.”

“Stick with her and you’ll be on the winning side.”

More than Anything-Reprise

“And in the end, if it’s only me you saved, there’s something I’ve been dying to say.”

“Need you to know I love you more than anything.”

Finale

“I know I could have done better, better than letting you down.”

“You can do this, now I know it! For your story has just begun.”

“The stage is wrecked, the crowd is gone, but, by god, Charlie! The show it must go on.”

“With more sinners than you can dream.”

“It starts with you. You know it’s true. Fulfill your destiny!”

“With a bit of bravado, maybe tomorrow, we’ll be atop the heap.”

“Nature abhors a power vacuum. It leaves room for you and me. The power of hell belongs to the Vees.”

“I’m hungry for freedom, like never before!”

“Once I figure out how to unclip my wings, guess who will be pulling all the strings?”

“And then tomorrow, it will be a fuckin’ happy day in Hell!”

[melishade]

Attack on Primue: Guren No Yumiya Commentary Part 1

Main Story

Alright everyone! I know things have been!...stressful. But now, I will be getting into the Guren No Yumiya Commentary! And this commentary will be split into multiple parts because this chapter is already so goddamn long. Longer than the Hizuru OVA, which was the last time I did a commentary! So now we begin!

Also spoilers ahead.

So initially I would have started with Optimus immediately after the Rumbling was activated, having a panic attack and what not, but I knew that I had to address the location of other characters first. Like Gabi and Wheeljack, since Optimus left her with the injured Autobot. Onyankopon would have the Jackhammer, and Ymir and Historia would come to terms about helping the people from the Rumbling because both would feel extremely guilty for just letting everyone die, so they go to the neutral ship because that's their best option.

Now onto where everyone else is:

Optimus…couldn’t think. He was still trying his best to comprehend what had just happened. He could barely hear with his audio receptors. It…the Rumbling…it was actually happening. The Colossal Titans stamped the ground so loud that the earth shook. The noise was too deafening, and the sky was scorched a scarlet red from the humidity. Humanity was going to perish. Humanity was going to die because of him. He failed…he…Eren…why? Why would Eren do this after everything they had been through?!

“Optimus?” Megatron grabbed him and shook him by the shoulders, “Optimus!”

It was no use. Optimus just looked so catatonic, so dead inside. The Prime had slipped out of his grasp and fell to his knees in defeat. His optics stared at the marching titans, ignoring the comrade right beside him. Megatron examined Optimus’ body. No bruises. No permanent damage from what he could see. He had to check on the others. He had no choice but to leave Optimus alone.

Sure, Optimus having a breakdown might be OOC of him; however, throughout the entire story, Optimus has no longer been held to the standards of a leader and has had gotten attached to Eren and the Survey Corps. So to have Eren, the human he called his son in the 'Moving Forward' chapter, start a genocidal plan, is going to mess with him. So Megatron is starting to take the lead and figure out how everyone is doing, and Arcee is not looking so hot after getting her arm cut off (again).

“As far as I know, missing in action,” Megatron answered, “And Optimus isn’t in the right head space to actually fight.”

“…can’t say I blame him,” Arcee confessed, “I’ve seen how close those two were. Why would Optimus hurt him?”

Megatron couldn’t help but sigh in defeat at…everything. What got them all here? Inaction? Emotion? Attachment?

“Slag everything,” Megatron groaned as he stood up.

“Where are you going?” Arcee couldn’t help but ask.

“…I don’t know, Arcee,” Megatron admitted, “But…for what’s it’s worth, you weren’t wrong about me.”

Arcee couldn’t help but be surprised at those words as she careened her helm to look at him, but he was already trudging away from her.

This is where Megatron has basically made up his mind about going after Eren, and he starts saying what he thinks are his last words to everyone in the area that he has ever wronged. To say sorry to Arcee would no doubt be an insult to her and all other Autobots. So casting aside his pride and admitting that Arcee was right about what she said to him in the 'Monster' chapter.

So we cut to the humans to see what their reactions are. Kenny doesn't care, and has made his opinions known quite a few times in previous chapters, while Hanji is extremely adamant about allowing for a genocide to happen. And Magath, because he's still in the mindset of the 'Eldians are devils' bit, immediately starts to blame the Survey Corps for Eren's actions. And we already know the hypocrisy of Magath's words from the actual show, so I'm not going to dive into that. However:

Something caught their eyes and they turned to see Megatron trudging towards them. Magath should have felt fear in that moment. The sight of the Flying Titan in all its wickedness should have terrified him, but all he felt was rage.

“And you!” Magath seethed.

“General!” Colt pleaded while Lara could only stare.

“You lied to us for years!” Magath shouted at him, “Stringing us along to your whims to get what you wanted! Making us…care about you! And you played us all and got people killed!”

So it was very apparent that Colt still believed in Megatron, especially since Megatron has actively been nice to the Warrior Cadets. But I was also hinting at the fact that Magath started to care about Megatron's human persona after the Monster chapter. And this is Megatron's response to him and everyone else:

“Isn’t that what you have done?” Megatron challenged in annoyance, “Forcing Reiner and Annie to do Marley’s bidding and infiltrate the Paradis military? Making them believe that the people of the island were devils when they weren’t? Having them string the Survey Corps along until they got what they wanted?”

“At least what they were doing was stopping the Rumbling from happening!” Magath retorted, “This! This is on you!”

“And I accept full responsibility,” Megatron tiredly replied, shocking everyone there.

Everyone froze at that. Did Megatron…just…accept responsibility?

“What?” Hanji questioned.

“After nearly causing the extinction of my race and destroying our planet, I should have known better.” Megatron pulled out his sword and stared at his reflection in it, “I should have taken far more effective measures to prevent this tragedy once again…but it seems I learned too late. And for that, I’m sorry.”

Half of the Survey Corps mouths dropped. Megatron…just apologized to them all. He apologized?!

“Oh wow, we are fucked,” Kenny swore.

The results of Megatron's redemption comes full circle as he apologizes to all the humans. He doesn't really have time to give a full length apology to each and every single person there shows signs of his character growth. Also, Kenny's "Oh wow, we are fucked" is a reference to the DBZA Finale with TFS Vegeta saying that. And Vegeta is already an asshole. But TFS Vegeta is an even worse asshole. So the quote definitely does apply to this situation: a four million+ year old warlord apologizing to humans.

So Megatron is prepared to leave, but Armin and Mikasa still try to convince Megatron to not go, because they don't want Eren to get hurt and they don't want Megatron to die. But Megatron has already made up his mind. Besides, Megatron is already marked for death. And he's going to choose how he goes out. He does give some advice before he does leave them.

“Optimus tried. He failed,” Megatron cut her off as he placed his sword on his side again, “He was our best chance of stopping the Rumbling before it started, but Eren no longer cares. If we wait to try that again, more people will die. And even if you do try to convince him to stop, will you accept the fact that he will have the blood of thousands, if not millions of people on his hands? The lot of you could barely stand me as I am for my past crimes. What makes you so certain you can stomach seeing Eren if you somehow manage to bring him back?”

Megatron glanced back to see Mikasa’s expression of denial while Armin looked like he was coming to terms with Eren’s actions. “He’s too far gone now, Mikasa. He willingly attacked all the comrades he swore to protect. I can’t tell you this in a gentle manner, considering the situation, but it’s over. And you need to let him go.”

Because the main criticism that I had with the end of the manga was that everyone was remembering Eren fondly even though he wiped out 80% of humanity. So in this context, to hate Megatron and then care about Eren when both have committed genocide is hypocrisy. No hypocrisy. Drop Eren. Drop Eren's ass so hard.

But in addition to that, the fact that Armin is begging Megatron to consider reason and not diving headfirst into danger does strike a cord with the former warlord. To know that someone actually cared about him enough to consider his safety. And Armin and Megatron's relationship has obviously been interesting throughout the story. What once started off as blackmail had grown into a mutual understand. But Megatron knows that time is of the essence, so he still has to do his duty. But he does say:

“…Thank you…,” Megatron spoke, “For believing that I could be something more than who I am.”

Because to know that someone still believes he can be better despite all the evidence suggesting otherwise gives him hope.

Finally, he goes to Optimus, who is still in a state of shock and tries to reassure him, but Optimus is saying that he failed which technically isn't wrong. Megatron provides reassurance that Optimus was just trying to find peace without violence, and Megatron, a person who is engrained in violence, finally sees that non-violence isn't such a bad thing. But Megatron says like 'Hey, I gotta go kill Eren to protect the world. Stay here and protect the Survey Corps.' Optimus is begging him not to go because he literally cannot handle losing both Eren and/or Megatron in the same day. And Megatron, finally, finally, accomplishes the thing he was trying to do since day one of arriving on the AOT world.

“I’m sorry, Optimus Prime,” Megatron apologized.

Optimus froze at the words that came out of Megatron’s mouth. “What…what do you just say?”

Megatron felt…ashamed. Embarrassed even. He couldn’t continue looking Optimus in the optic and hung his helm. “I’m sorry, Optimus, for everything I’ve ever done. For the war, for killing our planet, for trying to destroy Earth. I’m sorry for the lives that I’ve taken and the people I’ve harmed. I’m sorry for forcing you to make difficult decisions because of my own failings. I’m sorry I did not trust you that day during the council. And I’m sorry that’s it’s taken me until now to properly apologize for my transgressions to you.”

“…Megatron…” Optimus didn’t know what to say.

“You were my brother,” Megatron confessed, “My constant. Despite everything that happened between us, I am still glad that I got to know you.”

Megatron pulled his servos out of Optimus’ grip before standing up fully.

“Wait.” Optimus his servo out as Megatron turned to look ahead.

“Goodbye, Optimus,” Megatron spoke.

“Don’t go!” Optimus tried to grab him, but it was too late. Megatron transformed and flew off away from Shinganshina, directly towards Eren’s titan form.

Megatron's apology is no longer out of selfishness, but out of genuine remorse. He throws his pride away once again to confess his feelings and express his remorse. And Optimus just wants him to wait! To not go! He can't lose Megatron again! But it's too late as Megatron takes off to engage Eren and his puppet titans.

Now everyone is still figuring out what to do next, with Hanji immediately taking charge and determining that they need to get to the Jackhammer to try and get to Eren. No Jaegerists, since Megatron got to Floch first and as a result, the Jaegerists aren't as strong as they are in the actual show. Magath immediately goes off on his own with Pieck and Colt trying to convince him to not do that since they need allies. And Optimus is slowly coming to terms with the fact that Eren is doing this, so Optimus has to stop Eren. He's not at putting Eren down yet, but we'll get there.

Optimus slumped forward once he realized Megatron was out of his line of sight. Megatron…went to stop Eren. Megatron went to fix his mistake. Optimus felt his servos shaking once more. It happened again. First Megatron, and now Eren. He failed to protect them. He failed to understand them, and now the world was going to pay for his sins. Why?...Why in the Allspark does this keep happening? Why couldn’t he do any of this right?! Some Prime he was! He can’t even protect the people he cares about!

Optimus clutched the sides of his helm. He hated this! Why in the Allspark was he brought here in the first place if this was going to be the end result?! Why didn’t Eren listen?! Why couldn’t Optimus convince Eren to stop?! If only…if only he tried harder…then maybe…maybe…Optimus’ servos fell to his folded knees in defeat. He knew he had to do something. He knew that, but this was different from Earth. Even if he saved the humans of this world, there would no doubt be retaliation for any lives lost. His home, his family, was going to be put in danger. And if he helped saved the world, there was no guarantee that they would be safe. That Eren would be shown mercy…but he knew that the longer he contemplated, the more lives would be lost.

Optimus’ gaze was redirected to the emblems on his upper left arm: the Autobot symbol and the Wings of Freedom. He knew what those meant, what those represented. If he did nothing now, he would be unworthy of carrying them both. Everything he had ever done would be for naught if he sat on the sidelines and did nothing. And that was something he would never allow himself to do. 

But it is hard for Optimus to rationalize this in a way that he can digest. Because he is wondering if it is his fault or it is because of outside forces. And even if they somehow manage to succeed Paradis will no doubt still be put in danger. But as an Autobot and as a Survey Corps member, he cannot stand by and do nothing. So he makes up his mind to go after Eren, but the first thing he does is try to ensure Paradis' safety is secure by making a deal with Magath.

“If I am to succeed in stopping Eren, promise me that you and your forces will leave Paradis alone,” Optimus said.

Magath blinked in confusion. “W-what?”

“If I stop Eren, leave Paradis alone,” Optimus repeated in a simpler manner. He knew it was a long shot, but he still had to try and make peace if he somehow succeeded.

“Leave Paradis alone?!”Magath nearly shouted, “It’s because of you that the world is going to hell! This is your entire fault! Do really think that Paradis will be left alone after this?!”

“Megatron is giving this world a fighting chance, as will I,” Optimus retorted, “This is the one chance you have at surviving this catastrophe.”

“Even if it was possible, why the hell should we believe you?” Magath hissed, “You’re devils. Scum of the Earth that should be wiped out.”

“I do not care what you think about me,” Optimus declared, “But I do believe that humanity does not deserve to perish. I will do everything in my power to protect your world. The only thing I ask in return is that you do not destroy mine.”

Magath was surprised at the titan’s steadfast resolve. But it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to believe this titan! Not even…not even after he tried to convince Eren to stop. As Magath’s doubt began creeping in, Pieck suddenly emerged from her titan formed, startling her comrades.

“I believe you,” Pieck declared, “I believe you, Optimus Prime.”

“Pieck!” Colt exclaimed.

“What are you doing?!” Magath demanded. She was putting herself in danger! What was she thinking?!

“You do?” Optimus spoke, taken off-guard by her proclamation.

“I’m sorry for our actions today,” Pieck apologized, “But right now, I am being as honest as I can be with you. I never cared about Marley. I knew full well that they would decide to kill all the Eldians whether or not we received the power of the titans. I only cared about my comrades and keeping the people I love safe. The only reason I became a warrior in the first place was so my father could receive medical care from Marley. Everything I did, I did for him.”

Magath was stunned when tears began falling down her face. “And all that will go to waste if Eren succeeds with flattening the whole world. Please. I’m not asking you as a warrior or an Eldian or a devil. I’m asking as a scared woman who’s afraid to lose her home and father. Please, if you can find a way to stop him and save this world then please.”

Magath looked back at the titan, and saw that he was moved by her cry for help. He was shaken to his very core. The titan’s surprise turned into determination as he stood up.

“You have my word: I will do everything in my power to stop Eren,” Optimus declared.

The only reason Magath even decides to agree to Optimus' deal was because of Pieck. Because Pieck was told by the shadow (aka Primus) to put her faith in Optimus Prime because he'll be the one to end the power of the titans forever. Not to mention, Pieck has witness Optimus' good character in such a short amount of time to help back up Primus' statement. And then, Optimus says 'goodbye' to the Survey Corps.

“Optimus!” Hanji cried out as the Survey Corps ran over to him. Magath saw Optimus’ face grow fearful. The man saw Optimus clench his fists and shut his eyes, choosing not to face the Survey Corps.

“Optimus, what are you doing?” Armin asked as Levi pulled out his swords.

Optimus knew…he knew that he wouldn’t come back. Megatron knew that fact clearly. If the both of them left and they failed to stop Eren, then it would cost them their very lives. He would never see them again. He had faced death in the face countless times but…this time felt so different. It…it genuinely terrified him. But…he had no choice. He had to go.

“Survey Corps,” Optimus began with his eyes still shut. Optimus then turned to his comrades and gave them a small, yet bitter smile.

“Optimus?” Hanji asked fearfully.

“It’s been an honor serving with you all,” Optimus declared.

Before anyone could comprehend those words, Optimus turned towards the marching titans and took one step…then another. Then all the humans in the vicinity finally realized that Optimus was running towards the Colossal Titans, towards Eren.

Optimus knew. He knew that if he prolonged his goodbye or said anymore, they would catch on before he started running. Or he wouldn't have gone to stop Eren because he didn't want to leave them behind. BTW, I actually did kind of spoil this in this prompt. With Hanji reaching out to him in a dream as he ran into certain death. Now the Survey Corps are begging him to come back, Erwin has to stop Hanji from going ahead, Armin and Mikasa don't know what to say, and Levi:

“Let go of me!” Hanji screamed at Erwin in anger and fear, trying to kick their way out of his grip.

“We don’t have a plan yet!” Erwin retorted.

“Levi!” Hanji screamed at him.

Levi activated his 3D gear and flew towards Optimus as fast as he could before Erwin could respond. Levi used his 3D gear to fly low on the ground due to the lack of material he could actually cling to. Levi managed to reach Optimus and shot himself high into the air to get a better vantage point. Despite his injured arm, he used it and aimed his energon spear at the titan. Optimus looked backed at him briefly, and the world seemed to stop for them. Levi could only stare into those bright blue optics, but couldn’t will himself to pull the trigger. He…he couldn’t hurt Optimus, but he couldn’t let the titan rush to his death. Levi snapped out of his moment of weakness when Optimus activated his battle mask. Levi shut his eyes and pulled the trigger, and Optimus transformed into his alt mode, causing the energon spear to just barely miss his legs.

Levi couldn’t find any more items to latch onto and ended up hitting the ground hard. The Ackerman rolled to a stop, causing him to let go of his handles he had on him. Levi groaned, holding his injured arm before he forced himself to sit up. He heard Optimus’ engine fade away watched in fear as Optimus drove as fast as he could to Eren.

Levi, in the beginning of the story, was the last to really trust Optimus. It wasn't until chapter 8 that Levi decided to put his trust in Optimus. And once Levi puts your trust in you, he'll literally be a ride or die. So the man who was the least trusting of Optimus, is now trying to stop Optimus from going to his death, but he can't bring himself to stop him by harming him. He can't stop Optimus from going to protect humanity, and he also can't let humanity die.

So the alliance is created when Pieck decides to lend her aid to the Survey Corps, forcing the rest of the Marleyan team to follow. Also this:

“Your name is Arcee, right?” Pieck asked.

“…maybe,” Arcee answered.

“You knocked me unconscious,” Pieck commented, recalling her human appearance in Marley.

“…probably,” Arcee begrudgingly admitted.

Is in reference to the 'Curtains Rise' chapter where Arcee uses her holoform to knock Pieck out. Everyone decides to help out either through moral obligation or compassion for other comrades (Kenny is only helping out because Levi is getting involved.)

“You’re not coming?” Erwin assumed. Kenny couldn’t help but look up at the Colossal Titans before turning his gaze to Erwin.

“I don’t want to,” Kenny confessed, “This is…bigger than me.”

“…I don’t blame you,” Erwin agreed.

"You don't have to go," Kenny proclaimed, "This is bigger than you too."

"I know," Erwin agreed, “But I can’t let this go.”

Kenny glanced behind Erwin to see Levi assisting Hanji in walking. “He’s going, isn’t he?”

Erwin glanced back to see who he was referring to. “Yes…I can tell him-!”

“No,” Kenny shot at him, “I owe Levi.”

And the team set off north to get to the Jackhammer. Meanwhile, Optimus manages to reach Eren's Founding Titan and sees that Megatron is getting overwhelmed by numbers, Optimus tries to provide assistance, but Megatron protects him in response and:

“Prime?!” Megatron called out in confusion as he smacked his shield in the side of a Jaws Titan. Megatron gasped when a War Hammer Titan was sneaking up behind him with a sword in hand. He bolted towards Optimus and tackled him down to dodge the swing of the puppet. Both noticed the Zeke’s Beast Titan forming and hanging off a protruding bone on the giant spine. It manifested rocks in its hand before chucking it at them both. Megatron used his shield to protect them both from the impact, but another War Hammer used a sword to pierce Megatron’s shield and cut it in half. The force knocked the two of them back, and they ended up falling through a gap in the spine and plummeted towards the ocean. Megatron shielded Optimus from any other attacks from above before they crashed into the water.

Megatron's shield gets destroyed. And if you remember from the Purpose OVA, Megatron's shield is the same one he used as a gladiator. The shield had sustained heavy damage throughout the story. I just thought it would be good to finally have it destroyed.

Now, I'm going to stop right here for now because, exciting news, I'm almost done with the rough draft of the next chapter. I just have one more scene to write, and the chapter will be done with over 35,000 words. Once I'm actually done with the chapter, I have to edit it, finish up the commentary, and then post it. After that, I probably need to take a small hiatus because I have really been working overtime to get to the end and a break does sound nice.

But let me know what you guys think and stay tuned.

[bloogers-boogers]

Hi I know its been awhile but I need to ask is how do you ship Adam and Lucifer

Since they only interact with one episode and Adam dead ??

Agsisgskwushs dude where have u been??! Missed u💕🥺

Anyways, the whole reason why i shipped Adam and Lucifer is just their small interactions made it easy to imagine many possibilities, alternatives, hcs, etc. Mostly based on their funny dynamic alone (like Lucifer being a tease and Adam pissy about the whole cheating thing i was like agdjwgekwhe funny af and then THE joke of fucking him sealed their dynamic for me as my favorite from the show right there and there) and also to picture what it could’ve been? Like, there’s so many holes you can fill in there. That’s what got me so stuck with it, that you can add so much to their backstory, also, the fact that they use Adam being an asshole and stuff as a joke bc he was the first man so ‘it makes sense or whatever’ blah blah so my mind immediately goes, oh, so he’s like the punching bag of the show? Bet bet I love him. When they’re like the ones doing all the bad shit, villains, does the crazy stuff (Cartman for example) or taking the shit of everything/being the joke (Meg from family guy for example) I immediately just like them for no reason, I love my failure characters. It’s interesting cause I was so nonchalant about Adam when I first saw him on screen, if im being honest. I didn’t even blink an eye when he got killed off but then, I saw him without the mask and I was like, he’s hot agdosgslabxlshxos like i was more shock that there weren’t more people who agreed with that than him dying. But still, he wasn’t like a character that I thought of while watching the show.

BUT ANYWAYS to responding ur answer?

I just liked Adam. His personality is funny, his character is interesting. I like him. The same happened with Lucifer. He’s goofy and sad. His backstory is drawing but there’s so much left out that makes you wonder more about him. I love him.

It’s was all based on their funny dynamic alone that drawn me to be like, ay? Im gonna look them up and see what I can find. And OH BOY i was sucked in immediately agdkwdhwosueuo

And the fact that Adam’s dead could’ve made me not consider the ship at all, but the show is about redemption and ALSO hell and heaven. Aka souls. Meaning they already died. Soooo the possibility is there and we have a dead character and he was an angel but was very awful! And deserved to be in hell. Sir pentious could redeem himself (a sinner) so it only makes sense that winners can go down there too! If they’re deserving of it and obviously Adam was deserving of it agrlwbdkwdbwj

My brain works like that it’s silly but

Adam/ bad winner+ dying = sinner

Sir pentious/ ?? (This is a whole other rant I don’t want to dive in to abdoabdwksk) I do believe Sir pentious could’ve gotten to heaven regardless, but I feel it could’ve been written off better just cause … i mean, yeah, he sacrificed himself but like u can still sacrifice for the people that matter to u and STILL be a bad person/do bad things?? Im just saying ok??

Anyways, he’s now dead (again) and a winner.

Point be told. In this show it’s possible for him to come back (I don’t care if he was killed with angelic steel im ignoring it everything’s possible skgdakdvakvdw) and it doesn’t even matter if he doesn’t return in the actual show. In this universe u can still picture a sinner Adam and it would make sense??

Cause it’s hell and heaven we’re talkin’ about. And it’s fiction too so u can create your own story and it just I REALLY LOVE THEM.

Also other ships weren’t interesting enough for me to get stuck on them. I initially shipped Alastor and Lucifer the moment they were on screen and bf they got popular! Bc i thought their dynamic FUNNY/INTERESTING. Thats what gets me into shipping. It must be funny but also u can add some lore into it. I think I’ve mentioned this before with kyman.

But yeah, don’t get me wrong I like radioapple but once the popularity hit off and different hcs and the thousands of interpretations of the characters started coming out, i dunno i couldn’t keep up and I just kinda just stirred away from it. I ship basically everything on that show, it doesn’t even matter skgdwlshow so I’m open for any ship there is on there but adamsapple? MWAH. Always.

Sbdowosbdk thennnnnnn I started reading amazing fics about them and boi u can imagine how good they were!!

Anyways sorry for the long rant. In short. Adamsapple for the win 🥇💕💕👏🏼👏🏼

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I don’t remember if I sent these ones already so here you go.

High school au

Teacher decides that the human students need to learn to prepare for the future and sets everyone up individually to take care of a fake baby that mimics a real one. (I don’t ship Jack and hlokk and I don’t see the appeal in it, and I don’t ship Jack and Heracles there “from enemies to bros” please don’t ship them.)

Hello love, I’m going to combine your two requests into one, since they are both almost the same. I hope you like it.

-Brunnhilde, health teacher to the Einherjar, warriors that battled in Ragnarok against the gods, needed to prepare them for the future, by caring for a child.

-While she couldn’t and wouldn’t give them a real child to care for, she was able to get robotic babies that mimic real infants, they will cry, need to be fed, burped, and cared for with compassion, as she was feeling merciful, not going to force them, this time, to change diapers.

-Each of the Einherjar was given a baby, as well as a diaper bag of supplies, and dismissed for the day and in the morning, Brunnhilde would check their baby’s inner care monitor to see how well the baby was cared for.

-Lu Bu- Was clueless, looking down at the infant, question marks floating all around his head as he sat at home, reading the manual on how to care for a child. He nearly threw it across the room when it started to cry and he quickly skimmed the book, trying to figure out how to make it stop. His father couldn’t help but grin, watching his son struggle as he came over, offering advice, guiding his son how to feed the doll and burp it, being gentle. Lu Bu bonded with his father, learning that he did so long ago when Lu Bu was only an infant, only Lu Bu rarely cried, unless he was hungry. The next morning, Brunnhilde patted his head lightly, as he looked dead on his feet, “Most babies will cry a lot through the night when they’re first born. But you did a good job, B plus!” Lu Bu couldn’t care less about the grade, just wanting to go home after being up all night with that demon doll.

-Adam- With the help of his darling girlfriend Eve, that baby would have been the most loved person on the planet had it been real. Adam was a natural, holding the baby perfectly, following Eve’s instructions, doting and caring for the baby with expertise. He smiled at Eve when she had to leave for the evening, “Do you think we’ll have kids too when we get married?” she gushed, peppering his face with kisses which he melted under. Brunnhilde chuckled softly, knowing that Eve helped him, “Being parents is a two-person job, it’s good to help each other out with children, especially babies this young. A plus!”

-Kojiro- As soon as Brunnhilde handed him the baby, he dropped it, immediately panicking and Brunnhilde put her hand on his head, “Take it slow and easy. I’ll overlook this one and reset the baby, but don’t let it happen again.” Kojiro thanked her, taking the baby and holding it carefully now, taking it home. It had taken a lot of trial and error, as the baby would cry and Kojiro would try to do what the manual said, but it wouldn’t work, the baby was hungry, Kojiro burped it, the baby wanted comfort, Kojiro fed it, it took him a while to get it right. Brunnhilde smiled at him the next day, as he looked a little ragged, “Being a parent takes time, practice, and hard work. B plus!”

-Jack- Took his duty seriously, reading Shakespeare and playing violin music for his child, who was going to be a cultured person! It was a bit rough starting out, as Jack had to learn how to hold and feed an infant, before burping them. Anne, his adoptive mother thought it was cute, seeing him taking care of a baby and she felt for him when he asked if this is what his mother did to him when he was an infant. His mother wasn’t in the picture, leaving her friend Anne to take care of him, but the two adored each other, except for right now as Anne was taking pictures, teasing him. Brunnhilde took the baby back, smiling softly, “It’s good that you have others in your life that can offer advice in child rearing. A!”

-Raiden- Brunnhilde, knowing his reputation, made him sign a waiver that if anything happened to the doll, he had to replace it and he just grinned but agreed, as he wasn’t the best at taking care of things, except for himself when he was at practice. The baby cried for hours, hidden under a pillow as Raiden’s bloodshot eyes scanned the pages of the manual, trying to figure out why the baby wouldn’t shut up! He was nearly to the point of tearing his hair out until he found the page about burping and was quick to do so and the child was silent, for about five minutes before crying again, wanting comfort. Brunnhilde was surprised to see the doll undamaged, a bit impressed before she offered advice, “Being a parent takes time and patience, as well as never giving up. B.”

-Qin Shi Huang- Tried to force it off onto someone else as soon as he got home, it wasn’t his job to take care of a baby. That was until Chun Yan grabbed him by the back of his head and forced him to sit down and take care of the baby, “IF you become a father one day you can’t just force it onto your wife! It’s a partnership!” however she did continue to help him, teaching him how to hold the baby properly and when the baby giggled up at him, he nearly cried tears of joy, finding it kind of fun! Brunnhilde heard from her friend what he had tried to do, just giving him a small nod, “You did good, once you had some sense shaken into you. B plus!”

-Nikola- Another one who had to sign a waiver that he had to replace the doll if anything happened to it, which also included him taking the doll apart to see how it worked, as Brunnhilde knew him very well. Nikola tried his best, doing everything in the manual, doing everything correctly and the child barely cried, which he was grateful for. He propped the baby up on a pillow and began to ramble, showing the doll the notes that he was able to take on it without taking it apart, telling it about itself even though it couldn’t even hear. Brunnhilde was stunned to see that he managed to control himself, but he was nearly vibrating when he brought it back and she sighed, “You can take it apart now, but put it back together. Understanding children is important for their health and growth. A.”

[casp1an-sea]

Thoughts on Rey Standalone film?

OK I’m trying to be more open minded than I previously was. Do I think it’s going to be a good movie? No. Am I mad they’re making the movie? Kind of. Is that just for petty reasons? Mostly. I’m not going to sugarcoat it.

I dislike Rey. I have explained before why that is and I’m trying to be a bit more civil about it especially now that I have friends that are Rey fans. I personally think if they are making a standalone movie, they should explore the characters that have more potential for growth. Of course they could introduce a character flaw in this movie but I feel it’s a bit late and I don’t really see A very compelling story from Rey considering the canon that we have. Because you know, Palpatines granddaughter to me is not really something I want them to explore more, and we’ve already seen Jedi’s struggling to teach their powers to someone else before, so that isn’t really unique to me. That is all I can really think that they could do with her character. Aside from like romance and I am not a FinnRey shipper, even though I know that is a very popular ship. I’d probably only be interested in the relationship mildly if it was a lesbian one, and God knows Disney is not gonna do that. (they should confirm it and rebuild the galaxy though evil Rose x Darth Rey is cool.) and even then I would only be interested in it because I appreciate lesbian representation that doesn’t necessarily mean that I would be invested in the ship because I simply just do not care about Rey’s relationships and honestly, it would be equally cool if they revealed her as being Ace Aro which they also won’t do (she does give Ace vibes though). Anyway, I went on a tangent.

Now a stand alone movie about Finn I would understand, Poe even though I feel like Finn would make more sense. In fact, I think a flashback movie dedicated to Kylo Ren, and how he fell to the Darkside and his first days in the order would be great. Arguably the most interesting option. And I’m not just saying that because I like Kylo a lot. (I know logistically getting Adam driver to reprise The role is probably a lot harder than getting Daisy Ridley to. I’m just saying it would be cool.)

now that brings me to the petty reason, you know aside for me just not liking her character. It’s just gonna remind me that Kylo is dead. And I don’t think he should be dead, and that angers me. And then it’s just a pipeline because if I start thinking about Kylo, then I start thinking about Hux and how I’m angered about what happened to him. Which will also intern, make me feel angered about how they treated the entire first order in general, when in my opinion, they were far more interesting than the republic and resistance. So I’m just going to spiral for a bit. And I’m also going to be thinking about how the movie would be different if those people were alive and how I would probably like it better. And also how I’m just mad at Disney, and Disney, Star Wars in general, which will lead me down a rabbit hole of being depressed about acolyte cancellation again.

anyway all of this to stay if you are excited for the movie and you want to watch the movie then good for you. I’m glad you can be excited about something Star Wars even if I don’t share the same sentiment. And if they make the movie and I hate it, I’m not going to come attack you I’m not going to harass, you with hate comments and constantly talk directly to you about how I feel it’s bad just because I know you like it, and I’m not going to say how I think it should be removed from Disney. Because just because I don’t like some thing does not give me the right to ruin it for the fans. If it’s not for me, I just will not watch it Again. And I will share my criticism in constructive ways towards people that want to hear it and asked for it. (yes, this is me being passive aggressive to acolyte haters) And I will, by no means come for the Actors. Poor Daisy, Ridley has to deal with enough from all of the male fans getting pissed that she said she couldn’t change the way how SOME men saw a women. Like come on people we are adults.

[head-empty-just-sigma]

so i’ve been thinking

i know, dangerous

in all honesty, what is our cast of characters supposed to do about Fukuchi..?

i’ve already made my rant analysis (that you can read here if you’re interested) about how Fukuchi is really just an old man with a time traveling stabby stick that makes for a horrible OP villain. up until now, when presented with such a crisis, either soukoku or shin soukoku will partner up and defeat the big bad… or at least they had weaknesses, like Dostoy not anticipating Dazai was going to find him at the end of the cannibalism arc, or how most of his henchmen and underlings were eventually foiled or defeated to come to a satisfying conclusion that set us up for the next story beat. even Ranpo has his weaknesses, and his whole character is centered around knowing everything

well, we know for a fact that that’s not going to happen this time considering our usual duos and their friends are having some technical difficulties at the moment...

so that makes me think…

who is left to fight at this point..?

obviously we have Fukuzawa, who is currently fighting, and Atsushi is... around. but, the character on my mind the most at this point is Mori, since he’s been missing for quite a long time now. this by itself isn’t a big deal considering side characters often go literal years without any story time. however, this becomes a bit more interesting considering what’s happening to the rest of the Mafia and the world right now in bsd

so, i’m going to analyze some pieces that might be added to this 4d chess board of a story line. including more than just Mori. however, i’ll be talking about Mori quite a bit in this post, like almost half of it actually, so if you don’t feel like reading this, that’s fine

🔺minor spoiler warning for chapters 30/31, 50, and 84, and Dead Apple and Stormbringer. also spoilers for basically the entire current arc up to the most recent chapter as of writing this (ch 105) since i talk about most of the main events/situations🔻

I’ll start by taking a moment to talk about the European android everyone knows and loves(?) from Stormbringer…

Adam Frankenstein

Ah yes, the android, the myth, the legend, and the being that made me cringe so hard i got face cramps the first time I read him chewing and swallowing multiple pieces of gum like candy. That Adam.

We never see him or even hear of him in any other part of the story, including the main manga. He’s kind of just in Stormbringer and never brought up again, supposedly living somewhere in Europe doing android detective things. We haven’t even gotten a hint or any foreshadowing that he might show up in the main story, either. The reasons I think he may show up now are kind of simple to be honest.

He’s an android. That’s it. He’s, y’know, not made of flesh… And he doesn’t have blood.

What makes blood important right now? The vampires. Considering we know that Bram can transform a human, alive or otherwise, into one of his minions by ingesting their blood, we can probably assume that this is how it works for the other vampires as well. Therefore, Adam is at a major advantage against such an enemy since 1. his body is made of metal that couldn’t be damaged by Piano Man’s wire guillotine or regular bullets and survived the heat of Chuuya’s first Corruption with minimal damage, and 2. he doesn’t have blood. He does have this blue substance that I assume acts something like oil or fuel for his body, but since he’s most definitely not human, this doesn’t count as blood for him. He can’t be turned into a vampire. I don’t even think Fyodor could hack him or put a virus into his system, like he did to the Moby Dick (which is technically an ability that got turned into a mechanical ship). If anything, the vampires would just break their fangs trying to bite into his neck.

Since he’s in Europe, which is where our two jail kings and their entourage are, it’s more likely that Adam will appear in the jail scene with Dazai and Dostoy. I’d honestly be happy to see this because it would be interesting to see how he and Chuuya would interact now after so many years apart if Chuuya is ever cured of his, y’know, vampirism. Since he most definitely isn’t going to just die. It would also introduce a new character for people who haven’t read Stormbringer, which could reignite interest in this god forsaken arc for those of us who have given up on getting more than a few cliffhangers and a reminder that Fukuchi sucks every new chapter (trust me, I feel you).

Moving on to another semi-short analysis for a character we haven’t seen outside of light novels. And the mildly disappointing adaption of one said novel.

Shirase Buichirou

Another character who is also in Europe, specifically London, is Shirase. At the end of Stormbringer, he and Chuuya parted ways on somewhat good terms when Shirase heard of a group called the Stray Sheep in Europe, which he joined. Nothing has been heard of him since, similar to Adam. The only reasons I bring him up here is that 1. he’s in Europe, same as Adam and the jail kings, and 2. he is also connected to Chuuya (and is familiar with Dazai, to some degree, but this isn’t important).

I’m hesitant to say he’ll appear in the story considering we truly have no idea what the state of the BSD world is right now. Japan is overrun with vampires, and there’s probably nobody left there who hasn’t been bitten unless they’re a major character in the story (that hasn’t already been bitten). We know that the vampires have been moving out by disguising themselves with sunglasses and stuff to hide their eyes and complexion and getting on planes. Where those planes went to, we only know it’s somewhere overseas. There’s also mentions of fictional countries that only exist within the BSD world, similar to Kenji’s home town being a fictional one from a novel written by the irl Kenji. Fukuchi mentions he “needs to control half the nations’ armies” in order to carry out whatever plan he has, and it’s probably safe to say this has already come to fruition since he threatened to set the vampire army in motion if One Order wasn’t unlocked.

The likelihood of a character like Shirase appearing without being a vampire is much, much lower than Adam, and for more reasons than just because he’s a regular human. Shirase has no ability and is not named after an author or any other real-life person (that I know of), therefore it’s very unlikely he’ll be revealed to have one unless he wields an ability weapon like Fukuchi’s sword. Which is also highly unlikely. Given these conditions, he’s probably already been turned into a vampire along with the rest of the organization he joined. Another possibility for his inclusion is just to be killed off (by, perhaps, a vampire Chuuya). Or he might make a joint appearance with Adam, but I still doubt he’ll be a major character unless he’s there to die to further the plot.

Not to mention Asagiri has mentioned many times that Chuuya’s story is a long one that’s full of hardships, so perhaps one of those hardships may just be having to kill an old friend.

Sorry Shirase fans, but that’s just my thoughts on the matter.

From here on, I’ll be discussing Mori and how he’s appeared and disappeared throughout major story arcs and how he’s interacted with the ADA since the cannibalism arc. I know he’s apparently a controversial character to talk about because of his ability and the comments he makes about underage girls and whatever, so if you don’t feel like reading this part, that’s fine.

In case you’re interested in another character appearance, I have added a few honorary mentions at the bottom of this post.

Mori Ougai

Port Mafia Boss. Underground doctor. Ex-military doctor. A third of the Tripartite Framework. And one half of the first version of soukoku before it was known as soukoku.

His titles honestly don’t mean much to me as the only thing he continuously claims to motivate him is his position as the Boss, which is reasonable as his entire livelihood is dependent on the organization and its success. He fills his role well as a clear villain character with extremely black if not straight up non-existent morals, which we get plenty of examples of during the Dark Era, the Guild arc, and even the Cannibalism arc. The currently arc also proves that he’s both willing to provide some aid to the ADA, as well as make manipulative requests of them despite the horrible position they’re in currently for his own potential benefit. He is truly, wholeheartedly, an evil character.

What I want to focus on the most is his hand in moving the pieces on the chess board, so to speak. We know that Dazai and Dostoy are both sitting on the board, presumably in control of every piece, but is that really true? Remember, Dazai is only the way he is because Mori manipulated and taught him to be that way, which we can see from the parallels in how they act when making threats or doing something morally wrong. The comparison between Dazai’s attitude and Mori’s in chapter 30 is telling enough, seeing that Mori’s expression when he murdered the previous Boss 8 years ago (as well as when he talks with Hirotsu in this chapter) is almost identical to the one Dazai makes as he says his thinly veiled threat to do the same to Mori. The anime makes these expressions even more similar than they are in the manga, but I take everything studio bones does with a heavy grain of salt at this point… And not just with BSD

The last time we saw Mori was when he was mentioned in chapter 91 as the liaison who informed Tanizaki and Kenji that it was time to come out of hiding. He appeared normal and not infected by the vampire virus, which isn’t much of a surprise to me. Stormbringer showed that he’s more than capable of avoiding death, and by proxy, avoiding the master assassin Verlaine. It wouldn’t be much of a stretch to assume he was able to avoid the hive mind army of vampires that are just regular soldiers, and most of the ability users that have been infected are mafioso who Mori is very familiar with. However, whether or not he’ll intervene in the prison arc is not what I plan to discuss here.

The previous two characters would only make sense to appear in the prison because of their relationship to Chuuya and their location. Mori is Chuuya’s Boss, sure, and sure he probably wants to keep Dazai alive and on his radar, but Mori is still in Japan and knows that Meursault isn’t a place to be taken lightly.

No, I think Mori is about to become a player in the battle against Fukuchi.

My evidence isn’t necessarily anything concrete or even any foreshadowing, such as with chapter 84 when it was pretty obvious that Akutagawa was going to show up to aid Atsushi when he was saying he was all alone, or back in chapter 31 where it was obvious that soukoku was going to reunite for a big fight.

Fukuzawa, so far, has been the only person capable of standing up against Fukuchi alone and not being beaten within seconds (except Tachihara, but, well… yknow). So this alone is interesting to me because Fukuzawa is one of the strongest fighters in the ADA, and arguably one of the strongest fighters in the entire story considering his ability has nothing to do with his raw swordsmanship and martial arts skills. Keeping that small fact in mind, I want to jog your memory of the battle that happened in chapter 50 between Fukuzawa and Mori. Both of them are afflicted with the cannibalism virus, which is probably causing them to feel horrible with symptoms, but they still face off in a 1v1 that looks a little unfair. Mori has his ability, Elise, that does whatever he tells it to do and is basically a highly skilled and deadly combat ability. Fukuzawa, while still an ability user, only has his sword and his physical talents. His ability is a support ability that works on his subordinates, he can’t use it to fight like Mori or Fukuchi. However, he still holds his ground extremely well and even destroys Elise within minutes if not seconds of the fight starting, and Fukuzawa deals the fatal blow to Mori first. Even though Mori also severely wounds Fukuzawa just seconds later, it’s more important that this fight showed us that they are practically equal in combat skill. Not to mention Natsume makes an appearance to tell the two of them to stop fighting since both of their organizations need to survive to uphold the Tripartite Framework, which is something they both agree to disagree on basically.

There’s also the events of Dead Apple where, while under the effects of Shibusawa’s fog, Mori and Fukuzawa are fighting their own abilities and struggling. However, when they meet and switch opponents, they easily take down the other’s ability. They even share a few lines of dialogue that shows they’re familiar with each other’s fighting styles and tricks, similar to their explosive meeting in chapter 30 during the Guild Arc.

Now let’s look at the situation Fukuzawa is in right now. His subordinates are in all danger, and the only one that could potentially be coming to his aid is Atsushi, which is a possibility that I’ll mention at the end of this post. However, doesn’t this setup of our protagonists in a life-or-death situation with no help in sight, seem a little familiar to you?

Dazai was surrounded by soldiers in chapter 31 when Chuuya arrived to (begrudgingly) help him out, on Mori’s orders. Dazai was literally dead in Dead Apple when Chuuya showed up to punch him in the face (deserved) to save him.

Atsushi rarely wins on his own, but with Akutagawa’s help and the singularity created by their combined abilities, they’re able to defeat almost any enemy. And when Atsushi was desperate for help in chapter 84, Akutagawa arrived, even if it was on Dazai’s orders.

Fukuzawa is currently losing the fight against the OP time traveling stabby stick wielding grandpa, putting him in a dire situation of trying to save the ADA while not dying in the process. So, will Mori come out from wherever he’s hiding to provide aid to Fukuzawa? Will zenki soukoku come back and parallel the other soukoku’s reuniting/working together to defeat the big bad? It’s hard to say, honestly, but I do believe it’s entirely possible considering Mori has been strangely missing in the story after agreeing to aid the ADA. Well, the ADA needs aid. Badly. And it’s about time they finally got some.

I think Fukuzawa and Mori have the potential to defeat Fukuchi together considering their both equal in strength, so perhaps putting their finely tuned skills together is what will prove to be our deus ex machina that defeats Fukuchi’s self-induced deus ex machinas that are honestly getting pretty damn tiring at this point.

There’s also the fact that Mori had originally agreed to aid the ADA on the condition that one of their members transfers to the Mafia, so perhaps Mori showing up to aid Fukuzawa will be a manipulation tactic to force them to agree to let him choose who he wants to join, since he only actually wants Yosano out of the deal. However, it’s possible that maybe Tanizaki will be the one to change organizations? He did offer to go in Yosano’s stead in chapter 65 when the deal was originally proposed by Mori, who straight up lied about what Fukuzawa told him over the phone that the one person Mori couldn’t choose was Yosano. Mori is a very, very smart man, so he probably knows that if he forces the ADA into enough of a corner under the guise of helping them, he can get what he wants out of them as well. He could also allow the majority/some of the ADA members to die or come close to force Yosano to heal them and work for him one way or another, since we saw in her backstory in the military that Mori isn’t above shooting someone to make Yosano heal them because now they’re “close to death”. He most likely hasn’t changed much in those ways over the years, so I’m expecting to see some extreme manipulation taking place on his part if he does come back into the story.

Honorable mentions that came to mind as I was working to gather potential suspects:

Atsushi

He’s there, kind of, I guess. So much of the arc recently has been like 2 pages of one perspective before changing to the next that I’m not even sure if he’s still the main protagonist anymore. /j

Since he’s also at the airport where this whole *gestures wildly* thing is happening between the two Fuku’s, it would make sense that he at least shows up during the fight. We also know he’s actively looking for Fukuzawa because he can’t decide on what to do next now that he knows what the DOA is after.

The only way I see Atsushi being implemented in the battle is if he gets super upset or angry over seeing all his friends and coworkers in serious trouble, and either Fukuzawa releases his ability (if that’s even possible) from Atsushi and allows him to use the full power of the White Tiger to fight Fukuchi, which could potentially defeat the time-traveling sword since the Tiger’s claws can cut through abilities. The other option is he goes feral? I don’t really know to be honest. Maybe he just gets his ass beat again by Fukuchi. Who knows. I’ll just be over here preparing the party poppers for Kunikida’s promotion I guess.

Verlaine

Why? For fun.

He’s never appeared in the main story line since he lives in the Port Mafia’s basement basically. But considering the Mafia kinda went up in flames (or vampires, I guess) it’s possible he’s on the move now. Whether he’d appear in the jail, to save Chuuya, or appear at the airport, potentially under Mori’s orders, I honestly don’t know. But, since he’s part of the Mafia and another character we haven’t seen, and the cover of volume 22 as well as other official artwork has been featuring several Stormbringer and Sheep references, some people believe we might be seeing someone from that cast of characters in an upcoming chapter. But honestly I think they might be on as much copium as I am…

It would be funny to see Verlaine show up and just crush Fukuchi in like 3 seconds while the rest of the protagonists couldn’t defeat him though.

Ango?

We see Ango last in chapter 95 when it’s revealed he’s the one that demanded a seal be put on One Order, at Dazai’s request as part of his plan to counter Dostoy. He hasn’t been a big player in this arc beyond being the coordinator early on for the ADA’s moves, but since they all were reunited and came up with their own plans, he’s been more active as just a background character acting on the messages from Dazai. But, since he is the final piece of the Tripartite Framework, I thought I’d just mention him here as well. Natsume clearly wants the three organizations to work together, so I wouldn’t be surprised if Dazai has also given Ango a message or plan to relay to Mori. I don’t think he’ll ever be a super big part of the current events, though, just more of the background coordinator.

The Guild?

We kind of see them and then we don’t. We know Fitzgerald wants to work with whoever is winning, which as far as we know, he thinks is going to be the ADA. He was giving them aid in exchange for Yosano healing Mitchell, but we don’t really see anything come after this agreement is made? Atsushi and Kyouka get into one ambulance with Mitchell inside to bring her to Yosano, and at the same time, Yosano (along with Tanizaki and Kenji) are attacked by the government who set up their own trap unknown to Fitzgerald and Atsushi. We know Fitzgerald didn’t set them up because in the first few pages after we see the government attacking, we see Fitzgerald explaining why he didn’t go with the 74 plans Alcott prepared that included selling out the Agency’s location. Technically, it only happened because Tachihara is a Hunting Dog, so he betrayed the location of the meeting since Mori sent him and the other Black Lizard captains for security, and Tachihara is using his metal manipulation to pretend as if there’s an ability user attacking them with the government so they have to retreat after Kenji is severely injured. He’s also there to prevent Atsushi from reuniting with Yosano just a few minutes later. Which is truly impressive since he’s technically fighting himself the entire time? Wow is that symbolism of him as a character if I’ve ever seen it, that’s for sure. Not to mention he also stabs himself with Gin’s knife, just *chefs kiss* of a character I really wish he wasn’t killed/vampire-d whatever the fuck happened because he deserved so much better. But anyway, we never see the Guild again after this. So we have no idea what they’re currently doing, nor have we seen the other branch of the “Guild” that Steinbeck created at the end of the Guild arc since the end of that arc. So, I doubt they’ll come back.

The Clock Tower?

They’d have jurisdiction over Meursault, but it’s hard to say if they’ll step in. They haven’t been a part of the story at all beside Agatha’s little cameo from chapter 12. On a side note, I believe Agatha’s ability will be something along the lines of causing death in accordance to the lines in the poem “Ten Little Soldiers” (obviously I’m not putting the original name here) since her ability is named after the mystery novel And Then There Were None that’s about ten people dying on an island of various means that follow the reasons in the rhyme of the poem. It’s quite interesting, actually. But back to my main point, I don’t really see why they would suddenly come into the story now. If anything, they might appear if Fukuchi decides to try and use his vampire army against the governments of the world and create a world-wide coup d’etat with One Order.

Is this a copium-driven fever dream of a hope to have? Haha, fuck yeah it is! But I’ll let the copium win today if it means having at least a little hope that Fukuchi’s arc of shitty OP-ness will come to an end soon. Please. Asagiri I’m begging. I’m on my knees. Just PLEASE

Anyways, that's my thoughts on the matter. This theory was a little out there and not really based on too much evidence, but I still felt the need to write up this post, or else the brainrot might actually get my final braincell and it'd be all downhill from there.

As always, I hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading. If you have your own idea of what you think will be the thing to defeat Fukuchi, feel free to say it in the comments or send a message to my Inbox on my profile. We can cope theorize together :)

**i just finished editing this oh my god this is so long i’m sorry i just had a lot of brainrot about this and i’m desperately awaiting whatever is going to end Fukuchi to the point i want to do it myself

[quillyfied]

Things I’m noticing on this rewatch, which I’m hoping to take slow and ponder on but we will see how it goes, PART FOUR (obviously major Good Omens season 2 spoilers throughout, specifically for S2E4)

- Lesi?

- Shax really does have creepy down pat.

- Aziraphale not sensing her, though. They really do play Calvinball with the rules of that, it seems.

- “You don’t seem his type at all” mirroring “I am so not your type” between Nina and Maggie last episode ;A; “you have no idea,” Maggie said. Aziraphale thinks. I weep.

- Sometime in the last 18, 19 years…would that have put them square in the “raising the Antichrist” years? Hang on. 4 years past the failed apocalypse…makes it 14…they were working on it for 11 years…no, that would put them before that, wouldn’t it? Wtf is that timing, Shax?

- “This Angel Gabriel, who I’ve never heard of” = “who’s Morales?”

- Shax really is the kind of infernally clever that’s perfect for tripping Aziraphale up when he’s already flustered and panicked. Love to see them interact.

- Opening theme detail today: one of the headstones reads Jane Austen. Wonder if the headstones change every episode too?

- “Here lies the former shell of Beelzebub” reads another, and “here lies Adam” with some text I can’t make out. Went back to the beginning of the graveyard bit now and “Peter Paintball”, and of course, “Every day.” If anyone gets good eyes on the Adam headstone, y’all gotta let me know.

- This episode’s theater feature: Nazi Zombie Flesheaters, with a still of the Nazis from s1 still alive. Nice.

- Seems odd to call the episode “The Hitchhiker” when it seems the literal hitchhiking is done by the time the opening credits roll. Time to refresh myself on why this episode might be called that.

- Did they reuse footage? Or reenact it?

- Yknow…none of the demons are wearing obvious animals this season. I think only Beelzebub, Hastur, and Ligur might have done it tbh.

- I love the details of Hell tbh. The fire cooler. The sheer number of Nazis. The way Shax moves so mechanically but so cool and collected.

- Does Shax actually have any higher demon ears? Or is she baiting Furfur? Hard to tell for her.

- Yknow the teeth aren’t helping in figuring out if Shax has an animal aspect.

- The besotted Aziraphale bit here. I cannot BELIEVE this all happens immediately post church bomb.

- Okay but the Nazis not disputing the fact that they belong in hell, just that they’re dead based on trickery. Nice.

- The tongue bit. Yuck.

- OKAY. Crowley has present day hair color for this adventure. That feels significant. Is this minisode a flashback?

- Okay the signage of Hell. Always a favorite. But the “heaven looks down on you” sign. Hmm. Bit odd.

- Ah. Because I couldn’t see the bottom half of it. “Because you’re…” something. Move it, Furfur XD

- Pathetic. “Heaven looks down on you because you’re pathetic.” …hmm. Still an interesting take, tbh.

- Happy to be in the probable minority that likes the zombies bit XD which is interesting bc I normally hate zombie fiction. They do it the way I like, though. They’re conscious and sentient in their zombieness.

- Also the brain repeating on him XD what a gloriously stupid and delightful detail

- And okay yeah the dead rising from the grave thing from Jimbriel’s prophecy and the Nazi zombies here feels like a big ole clue for s3. I’m Mormon so my upbringing around the Second Coming is probably weirder than other Christians but a big part of it for us is the emphasis on the resurrection of the dead, ALL the dead. Putting a properly macabre spin on it feels like a very Good Omens thing to do tbh.

- There’s the dirty donkey again! It DIDNT move, Crowley LITERALLY planned his heist ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE BOOKSHOP. I WORK IN SOHO I HEAR THINGS INDEED.

- David Tennant what is that voice XD

- Lots of emphasis on sleight of hand this…entire show :P it does make one suspicious of The Final Fifteen Minutes. But also I don’t want to rob them of their power? Because damn. DAMN.

- (The lip reading. It. I. I will wait for the end but GUH)

- He’s so pleased with himself for getting it right XD

- They are SO. IN. LOVE. KILL ME.

- Natural dexterity. Like the magic words, I’m waiting for that one to come true.

- The way Pat tries to have some integrity XD

- THE WAY AZIRAPHALE CASUALLY DROPS THAT HE HAS BOTH A FIREARMS LICENSE AND A DERRINGER. AZIRAPHALE ZIRAPHALE FELL, ARE YOU POSITIVE CROWLEY IS THE JAMES BOND ENTHUSIAST?

- More importantly, does he still have that???

- …does that mean Aziraphale’s fired a gun when Crowley hasn’t? What does this mean for the paintball gun bit? Does your derringer lend weight to a moral argument, Aziraphale??

- Hang on have to squeal for the way Aziraphale just grabs Crowley’s hand in both of his. So excited. So cute.

- HA, the wrong ring XD

- Sad to see Pat get eaten. But the framing of it is really cool actually.

- Fell the Marvelous. That poster. How in the heck.

- Aziraphale having stage fright tho.

- Jiggery pokery indeed XD

- EXPERIENCE USING FIREARMS. AZIRAPHALE THESE ARE SOLDIERS.

- Omg the miracle blocker is a punch card. The worldbuilding implications.

- I wonder at how hell would have taken Aziraphale handing Crowley a rifle tbh.

- “Aim for my mouth, shoot past my ear” WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

- the way they’re both shaking and nervous. The camera itself shaking. CROWLEY shaking

- The feather boa. I WEEP. He’s so happy.

- I know the implication is that Crowley, like Jim, is missing his memories, but. Also. The idea that maybe Crowley is just terrible at remembering people who aren’t Aziraphale. Poor Furfur.

- The sleight of hand is very subtle. Which is the point. But also. Idk man people have said it better and apparently written 16k essays about it, I’m just proud of him for pulling it off.

- Okay but. But they’re zombies. Neil they’re zombies. Aziraphale and Crowley just let three Nazi zombies wander off Neil. NEIL. WHAT IS THE PLAN WITH THEM??

- Dagon is in top form this season tbh

- I CANNOT BELIEVE. THAT THE ONE NAZI REALLY CAN READ LIPS. I CANNOT BELIEVE IT. Peak comedy always.

- I got it right the time that mattered ;A;

- I knew you would come through for me. You always do.

- You said trust me.

- And you did.

- MURDER ME.

- ITS CHATEAUNEUF DU PAPE AGAIN ARE YOU KIDDING ME I AM ALREADY TRYING SO HARD NOT TO QUOTE THIS SCENE WORD FOR HECKING WORD

- “If you were truly as evil as you like to paint yourself” the levels of deep seated misunderstanding and flawed foundational concepts I’m CRY

- Though it’s AZIRAPHALE who brings up shades of grey. A glimmer of hope.

- Can someone who knows accents tell me what is going on with Shax’s

- Beelzebub’s thanks and “good work” as a discordant note, but also their command for Shax to take an army to attack the bookshop knowing full well she isn’t going to get that kind of support…wut.

- THE BENTLEY FOLLOWING AZIRAPHALE AFTER HE PATS IT. CROWLEY FEELS WHAT IT FEELS.

- Peter Anderson’s screen effects are my favorite thing.

- Hate to see the way Nina is so broken down by Lindsey tbh.

- Yeeeah…Crowley seems to be purposely living in his car tbh. Retreating directly to it. I can’t tell if Aziraphale never thought to offer cohabitation or if Crowley turned him down but my money is on they’ve never discussed it despite both of them thinking about it very loudly.

- A night to remember! Never bodes well.

Okay. That’s it for tonight. An episode that seems out of place but has many good tasty morsels and I think more than a smidge of s3 foreshadowing. Why is the episode called The Hitchhiker? Maybe for Furfur trying to climb the greasy pole of bureaucracy? For the Nazis hanging onto life? Literally just for the one part at the beginning that sets the whole climax into motion? Who knows???

[kyra45]

Hi! So, about Laura! I was used to her sending me requests to reblog her Post, and I would do it because I got oh okay this is someone in need. Then she first started to get in trouble for scamming, I would be one of the main people she tagged in her defense posts and her "oh my goodness I'm not a scam, oh my goodness no my sister is really dead" post. and imagine my surprise when she tags me in this new wave as if she didn't just tell all of us she was dead…!!! Anyways, this is such a mess, in the way she uses black bloggers specifically to get over on people, it's so messy it's disgusting

Thanks for the ask!~

And yes, it’s pretty bad she’s pretty much just been targeting black bloggers whenever she tagged people. It usually only seemed to be black bloggers in particular too! I don’t know why she would only use them, it was pretty consistent and obvious after a while. I mostly watched from the sidelines but she would generally message me saying she’s sorry she lied and then send me a link to someone who was calling her a scam like she wanted me to do something about it.

It’s a pretty big mess, too. I don’t really know what she expected to happen when she tagged the same black bloggers again trying to get pity or forgiveness. She was so adamant back then that she had died and that it was the truth then suddenly she’s back clearly alive! Like we already had proof she was alive but then she went and proved it herself lol

Not really sure why she returned to tumblr; I had planned to stay out of the mess until she began denying the accusations. And I was like. You know what? The one blog that used to have the original information no longer exists and most of the stuff is lost to time. So I’m going to call out for people who encountered her and let her see just what all she did even if she tried to say nothing was true. And apparently she didn’t expect that to happen.

Unfortunately it seems later scam blogs began to tag black bloggers just like she did too.