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wouldpollyapprove · 4 years ago

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Holding Hands

Request: can i request smth for finn shelby with the prompts for humor 7 & 12 fluff 7 & 10 ?? Maybe theyre childhood buddies everyone knows they like each other except themselves😳👉👈 tysm

Requested by @asianbuttcheek

Finn Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Blood

A/n: I have been struggling with this one for over a week and I’m so happy to have it done. If the ending seems kinda rushed, I’d like you guys to know that it is. I was inspired to write the beginning and knew exactly what I wanted to write but then halfway through I was lost. So, yeah. I also want to say happy birthday to Kendall! I know it’s a little late, but I hope you enjoy this!

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Her breathes came in ragged intervals, feet bounding against the cobblestone as she raced to Polly Shelby’s house. Minutes before, Y/n had been peacefully helping her mother with the wash when the phone by the kitchen stove rang. Lucky enough to be the one to pick it up, unlucky enough to be the one the caller was looking for. Her mother was barely able to catch sight of her daughter before the door shut behind her. And now, she was navigating the streets of Small Heath, trying not to get caught on a loose stone and fall on her face.

Y/n slowed her pace to keep from hitting the front door and wiped her palms along the skirt of her dress. Without hesitation, she twisted the knob and entered the house. Shouts rang through the hall as blood slithered through the air. Quietly, Y/n made her way to the parlor, where all the chaos was seeping out of. Freezing in the doorway, careful eyes watched Tommy enter from the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey and Isaiah hold Finn against the sofa by the shoulders. The rest of the boy’s family were littered around him, trying to keep him still before his older brother knelt in front of him, Arthur force-feeding Finn the whiskey, and began to search for what could only be a bullet in his shoulder.

Screams filled the room, whiskey doing nothing to numb the pain. Y/n wanted to turn away, shield her eyes from the pain in Finn’s own, but that couldn’t be done once she locked eyes with his aunt.

Rushing from his side, Polly gently reached out for Y/n, rubbing her arm as she pulled her close. “He needs you, dear.” A lump formed in her throat at the older woman’s words. Catching the fear in her eyes, Polly flashed her a soft smile, “Hold his hand, Y/n, he needs you there.”

She nodded, trying to find the confidence to be his strength.

The two had been friends for years, doing everything together. If this were a few years prior, Y/n would have no issue right beside him, but they weren’t kids anymore. Maturing and finding their place in the world, somewhere along the line, Y/n had developed feelings for her friend. It was dumb, unfair to both of them. To keep from trying to mend a broken heart, Y/n had never said anything, there was no chance Finn would feel the same.

So, standing there, she didn’t want her actions to mimic her feelings. But hearing his screams of pain, Y/n knew she couldn’t just stand there.

Sitting by his side, Y/n grabbed his hand and tried not to think too much about how he’d gotten himself shot. “Hey, hey, Finn, look at me.” Bringing a finger to his chin, she guided his eyes to her. “There ya go,” Y/n cooed. “Just focus on me.”

“It hurts,” he muttered between gritted teeth, a few strands of hair falling in front of his eyes.

“I know, I know.” Witha gentle touch, she brushed the hair out of his eyes. At his brother’s words, John shoved a new bottle of whiskey into her hands. Words didn’t to be exchanged for her to know what she was to do with it. “Here, Finn-” Y/n brought the bottle to his lips, tilting it to allow the liquid to run into his mouth. “-you need to drink this.” Finn didn’t hesitate to drink up as much of the alcohol as he could.

After a while, Finn was drunk and Tommy had retrieved the bullet. Everyone was finally able to breathe once the blood-covered metal glistened in the light.

“Let him rest,” Polly said, coming to stand behind her nephew. “He needs it.”

Tommy nodded as John and Arthur were already making their way into the kitchen. As much as it hurt them to see their little brother in pain, they knew their aunt was right. All Finn needed now was time and rest. Y/n stood to join them in the next room when a hand landed on her shoulder. “Not you,” Tommy gently pushed her back into the cushions. “Finn needs you.”

Opening her mouth to protest, Polly quickly added, “It’s alright, dear, just sit with him.”

She nodded, watching the pair disappear into the kitchen. Glancing at the man sitting next to her, Y/n couldn’t believe he had been stupid enough to get shot.

“You’re staring,” he grumbled, half-closed eyes looking back at her. “It’s because I’m so attractive, isn’t it?”

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “I say this, and I cannot stress this enough, I find you completely repulsive,” she answered with a grin.

He raised a brow, “Repulsive… I’m not- maybe I am.” Finn stared straight ahead, deep in thought. Tilting his head back and forth, Y/n smiled in amusement at what might have been going through his head. “You’re being extra sweet today,” he muttered after a while.

“That’s because you were shot,” she lied. Now wasn’t the time to expose herself. “Try not to say everything that pops into your head.” With that, Y/n pulled him close, allowing her friend to rest his head on her shoulder.

There would never be a right time to tell Finn, not with all the fear that came with it. It was like stepping into a dark cave, you never knew what you would come upon. Y/n didn’t want to step into the unknown and risk a broken heart and a destroyed friendship. Even if Finn didn’t feel the same but wanted to remain friends, she knew it wouldn’t be the same. So, silence was the best option.

After a while, the pair fell asleep. Y/n had shifted, resting against the armrest with Finn’s head in her lap. Polly went to check on them once no one could hear even the faintest whisper. A smile spread across her lips at the sight in front of her. It was obvious to see that the pair were in love, but neither seemed to know it. One day they would, she hoped. One day they would and her nephew would finally have the steady structure that his family struggled to give him. The older woman went back to the kitchen, closing the parlor doors behind her so no one could disturb them.

With a few hours of sleep and the alcohol slowly draining from his system, Finn woke up. He couldn’t remember much that had happened after being shot, the adrenaline and alcohol acting as a wonder drug. Lifting his head, Finn glanced up at Y/n, who was still asleep. He couldn’t help but smile at her. Even though he was still in some pain, he couldn’t deny that she was beautiful.

The shoulder he was shot in ached and Finn knew better than to try and sit up. Without assistance, it would be a nightmare. So, he laid his head back down and traced the veins in the hand that was resting against his chest. It didn’t take long for Y/n to stir from the action, slowly blinking her eyes open.

“Look who’s finally awake?” Finn teased, taking her hand in his.

Grumbling, she said, “Shouldn’t you still be asleep? You got shot, ya know?” She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with her free hand before she froze, realizing her other hand was held tightly in Finn’s grasp.

Don’t read into it. Don’t read into it. Like a chant Y/n said those four words, trying to keep the heat from rising to her cheeks. It was nothing. Perhaps it had happened while they slept. It couldn’t be anything more than that, right? No matter what it meant, her skin quickly turned a shake of red and there was no way for her to tell if it was noticeable or not. It clearly was, though, when Finn asked, “Are you… blushing?”

She wanted to laugh it off, get up and walk out of sight, but there was no way she could do that with his weight against her. “Um… no,” she answered.

Unconvinced, her friend raised a brow. “Okay,” he drawled. “I don’t believe you, but okay.”

“Just drop it, Finn,” Y/n sighed, not wanting this to be the moment when everything fell apart.

Pushing himself up with one hand, he turned to look at her, eyes full of concern. If Y/n didn’t want to talk about it, he knew it was best to drop it as she asked, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Why?”

Avoiding eye contact, her eyes bounced around the room. Maybe if they didn’t lock eyes, if she didn’t see his concern filled eyes, then she wouldn’t have to say a thing. But even that didn’t work as she could feel his gaze drilling into her. “It doesn’t matter, really.”

“I don’t believe that. It must matter if you’re this focused on not talking about it.”

Breaking her gaze from a vase at the far end of the room, she met his eyes. Whether to keep her feelings quiet or not no longer matter. If nothing was said, Finn wouldn’t stop bothering her about it in the days to come. But, if she said something, he may never speak to her again. “I...I,” she wrung her hands together, glancing at the rug below. It was now or never, wasn’t it? Taking a deep breath, she started over. “I liked you. I really like you as more than a friend.” Y/n nodded, agreeing with herself that this is what she wanted to say. “It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, I’ve never expected y-” The sentence was cut off when Finn tugged her arm.

Turning her attention to him, the smile present on his face made her blush even harder. That wasn’t what she was expecting to see. “I like you, too.” A chuckle vibrated his chest as her mouth hung open, unsure of what to say. “When I’m all healed up, perhaps I can take you on a date.”

Finally, Y/n nodded, “Yes, yes, I would love that and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of until then.”

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collisiondiscourse · 4 years ago

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i have decided i am now going to blow up your inbox bc i csn i’m sorry codi focnnf

b u t!! anyway i’m going to rambling abt my new dad for all au [whixh was the au i sent you that ask abt]

alrighty so all might is now midoriya’s dad. that’s a thing. i like to think that inko and toshinori were high school sweethearts who broke up after graduation but met again when all might was called to recuse some hostages and inko was one of them!! anywho all might recuses her, they go on a coffee date, realize they’re still in love and start again

they get married and have izuku, who keeps inko’s maiden name [midoriya is now inko’s maiden name bc i do what i want]. he’s the cutest baby who has inko’s green hair, but has one blue and one green eye! [these are /important/] inko and all might talk abt maybe giving izuku all for one when he’s older, but they decide against it bc they don’t know if he’ll have a quirk or not

spoiler!! bitch baby has a quirk!! he gets a quirk that’s so much different than inko’s quirk and !!! ahhh!!! the basic explanation is that all might’s all of one genes mixed and then “corrupt” inko’s like 3 generation quirk-having genes or smth and izu has a very, very complex quirk now. it’s called astron, and astron allows him to fucking astral project into the center of the university and shit chxnc

astron works two different ways: using his blue eye he can project other people into his own personal astral plane and do whatever he wants. while the person’s physical body is still where it was, their mind is in the astral plane. if he uses his green eye, he can project himself to his astral plane and fuck around without consequences!!

[there’s an untold third ability of astron using both of his eyes, but izuku tried doing that when he first got his quirk and immediately fell into a coma for like a month? it was bad and his mind couldn’t handle the stress and dipped lol]

ANYWAY, izuku grows up with a bomb ass quirk and still has his kacchan with him thru his childhood so things are a lot different than canon? the wonder duo are little shitheads together and i love them, they wreck havoc and i love them

i have more ideas for this story but this is all i have for now, codi this is so long i’m sorry i’m blowing up ur inbox 🥺😭

me opening my askbox and seeing the length of this au: holy shit

me reading the actual whole au: HOLY SHIT

AJ I LOVE THIS HIGHKEY!!! I LOVE THE IDEA OF OP DEKU W A FUCKED UP QUIRK JUST TERRIFYING EVERYONE HE COMES ACROSS!!!! heterochromia is SO so good as a character design element and i LOVE THE WAY THIS IS IMPLEMENTED YELLS. I WANNA DRAW THIS SO BAD!!! THIS LOOKS SO COOL

(serious writing/plot below - blood and vomit mention)

oh god and now im imagining deku like. being this extremely feral and annoying lil shit whos extremely powerful and now bakugous got someone on his level so hes a lot more humble as hes growing up but also him and deku are the?? BESTEST OF FRIENDS. and i imagine when bakugou is being a little shit deku just. astral projects him out of his body for a while and apologizes to whoever kacchan yelled at LMFAO---bakugou comes back to his body and is all like “....fucks sake stop doing that”

AND THEN omfgkjfds imagine morally grey deku who does whatever he can to win?? he knew he wouldnt get into UAs hero course fair and square (all might offered him a recommendation but he declined because he wanted to get there on his own with kacchan) because robots didnt have souls he could astral project so he practices his quirks limits like YEARS prior and he tells bakugou about it but never rlly shows him but on the day of the entrance exam?

he shows up. everything goes as normal and he finishes the written exams and then moves on to the practical exam (still seperated from kacchan like in canon) and like. Every one goes dashing forward and deku doesnt really try to beat anyone. He waits until theyre all in the center engaging with robots when he walks to the center of the room.

and he sees the zero pointer in the distance.

“THE ZERO-POINTER’S HERE!” He yells and points at the gigantic mech heading their way. All at once everyone’s heads whip up to catch sight of the robot, enraptured by its sheer size and power.

As they all look to one direction, Deku makes eye contact with them and smiles.

All at once, every single participant in the area goes limp. Astron throws their souls into the astral plane with little fanfare and everyone watches in awe and annoyance as their bodies uselessly crumple to the ground from the outside. The green-haired boy is suddenly given free reigns of the arena and they seethe as one by one he deactivates or disables robots that were once under their purview.

(What some of the smarter ones notice however, is the way he seems to be leaving some stray 3 pointers untouched... almost as if he was doing the calculations in his head as he goes... on how to ensure the number one spot while others can still score points...?)

One by one however, they start struggling and reaching to reconnect with their bodies. Their gleaming bright souls bob up and down with frenzied energy and Deku feels it. He feels it like itches on his skin and goosebumps that turn into hills that dance up and down his back. He feels it like he feels his limit reaching.

Its still around 10 minutes though before he actually loses control and everyone comes back to their bodies. His quirk times out and almost like its angry, the astral plane takes his body in exchange for the dozens he kept in there. He gets sucked through and passes out while everyone else runs and destroys the remaining bots. It doesn’t matter though, because he knows he’s racked up enough points to stay on top. He lets himself rest and observes the blue-haired tall guy with engines who contemplates carrying Deku’s body to safety.

Until, he sees her.

Just under some rubble and very close to getting crushed by the Zero-Pointer’s foot, Deku spots a brown-haired young girl that he recalls has some kind of floating quirk. He sees as everyone runs past her, prioritizing their own safety instead of hers.

He makes a decision.

Quickly--recklessly, a familiar gruff voice says in his ear--he forces himself back into his body and looks around. He runs to the girl and attempts to dig her out from the rubble before she gets crushed. The robot comes ever closer.

Using the little strength and flexibility he’s learnt from years of sparring with Kacchan, Deku abandons her in favor of climbing up the broken concrete and metal to meet the robot’s visor. He knows he won’t save her by digging her out of there, but by god is he gonna let her get injured without a fight. These robots weren’t designed to kill, but they were designed to destroy.

Focus. Focus and listen to what’s around you, Izu-kun.

The world around him reduces to tunnel-vision and suddenly Deku is face to face with the Zero-Pointer. It stops, as if calculating how to discard of Deku without hurting him severely with its own strength.

Everything has life in it. You only need to focus and look for it.

Izuku Midoriya looks at the robot.

In a whirlwind of blue and green, he reaches inside of himself and searches for life. Cold steel and hard-wired code meet his gaze and he plunges even deeper.

Focus.

Then all at once, everything in his visions snaps into sudden clarity, like he’s never seen before. He feels everything. Sees Everything. Smells, tastes, hears--and he hears how the metal beneath him bends and groans. He feels how it winces and shudders. He sees it as it opens its maw and its visor bends in a facsimile of eyes, pleading him as if asking how?

The robot beneath him comes to life and stumbles back.

Quickly, he scrambles to the nearest ledge which happens to be a broken support beam. Distantly, he thinks he feels his arm being sliced open on the edge of it and the warmth of blood streaming down his side as he nearly falls.

“HEY! YOU WITH THE ENGINES!” He hoarsely screams to the still remaining, slack-jawed contestants. “I CAN’T KEEP THE ZERO POINTER DOWN FOR LONG! GO HELP THE GIRL AND TAKE HER TO SAFETY NOW!”

With a sudden burst of energy, the fellow participants start taking others out from the rubble while the blue-haired boy helps the brunette he was protecting earlier. As he watches them clear the rubble to drag her out, he feels a pang.

Who am I? a lost voice calls out. It’s raspy and almost-robotic sounding and only he can hear it. Where am I? What am I?

And Deku’s vision flickers.

In and out, he sees flashes through eyes that aren’t his. He hears voices that are simultaneously faraway and way too close for comfort. The world tugs at the sides of his perspective and a strain is pulling at the back of his head tearing his brain to shreds. He doesn’t know what he’s focusing or straining on, except that its working and keeping the zero-pointer down.

He grits his teeth. “Hurry the hell up! i can’t do this any longer--”

Bursts of pain appear behind his mismatched eyes and he wants to scream so bad and if he were looking any clearer he’d see the way that the zero-pointer thrashes on the ground in time with the pounding on his skull. Bile crawls up the back of his throat and Deku screams.

“SHE’S CLEAR! YOU CAN LET GO NOW, MIDORIYA-SAN.”

Izuku lets go and his vision goes black.

#ASKDZVJFXKS OK THIS TOOK.#A LOT LONGER THAN INTENDED #ok so gthis has plot now and now im thinking of. writing this actually #i love this au so much thank u aj i hOPE YOU DONT MIND THAT I WROTE FOR IT??? im sO SORRY??#anyway have more of my writing its unedited and garbage\#asks #yeets your boy #collisioncomrades #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #deku #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #long post #cw long post #long post cw

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kawaragi · 3 years ago

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hiiiiiii! can i ask what kind of pellets you feed your rabbits? and do you use timothy hay for them? and can i ask for some tips on how to take care of them? i have a rabbit too but it's my first time taking care of one, so i still kinda don't know what to do yet heheheh. it's fine if you don't want to answer though heheheheheh

hi! i’ll answer this ofc hehe im not an expert by any means but these r just precautions me and my sister take from videos about rabbits and even asking my friends for advice ^^ so sorry for the small text!

1) rn we use smallworld’s brand for pellets - it works perfectly fine and my rabbits really like them so it works the best for us !! oxbow is a good brand too and probably recommended by a lot of rabbit owners

2) we use timothy hay yes ! if ur rabbit is really young and small, use alfalfa. and please remember to always always ALWAYS keep your hay stocked and accessible to ur rabbit. this is an important part of their diet and if they dont get to eat hay for a long while, they’ll go into this stage called GI Stasis. its very very deadly for rabbits bc it affects their intestines and since rabbits dont have the ability to throw up or fart it out, their intestines is a good place to check if your bunny is okay.

3) consider getting them spayed / neutered ! i know that pet owners are 50/50 on the spaying / neutering topic, but i’d say it’s quite beneficial. rabbits are territorial and have a dominant-submissive relationship with other rabbits. when unspayed/unneutered rabbits become mature, they will mark the place that is unrecognizable to them as their territory. whether it’s chinning, pooping, even spraying pee everywhere to put their scent on said places. it’s super troublesome and they’ll also try and reproduce if they’re unspayed/neutered because their hormones are going absolutely crazy. if your rabbit is a female rabbit, PLEASE go get her spayed. female rabbits who are not spayed are prone to uterine tumours.

i think thats everything regarding health so let’s talk about bunnyproofing your home!

4) my rabbits are free roamed during the day and we put them back in their cages when we go to sleep and we let them back out the next day. my rabbits are neutered so we don’t really have to worry about their past behaviors of spraying pee everywhere. we blocked out every little space that my rabbits could get into bc theyre very curious little things and could possibly get themselves in danger.

5) keep your cords and cables OUT OF SIGHT!!!! rabbits are so so SOOOO notorious for destroying anything and everything that gets in their way and unfortunately almost every household has a fuckton of cords and cables and theyre all bound to be cut by rabbits. getting cable covers is a good idea but we never got one, my dad just replaces them BDSNBS

6) cardboard r good toys for rabbits and they can chew on them! just watch them and make sure they dont chew too much otherwise it’s possible for them to get intestinal blockages (which i thought song had but… he was jusg constipated and gassy…) sticks are also good!! my mom takes apple sticks from my grandma’s garden and dries them up before giving them to my rabbits :)

7) i live in a carpeted apartment and having rabbits is like … homicide for the carpet :/ if u live in the same type of apartment as me pls make sure ur rabbit doesnt rip up the carpet as often 😭

8) RABBITS CAN BE TRAINED TO USE LITTERBOXES!!!!!! we didnt really have to train my rabbits, they just started using the litterboxes on their own and u can do this by putting their poops in the box with some hay and bc of the scent, it’ll make them think that that is their territory :3 it’ll save u so much trouble and less poop to clean up. other places will advice u to get like chips for the pee to soak in but we just use a regular like pee pad for dogs bc its easy to change out

9) block out any small spaces that they could potentially get into. that includes spaces under the bed, under the couch, behind the tv where there are cords and cables, dressers - i don’t have this problem with song bc hes bigger in size and he knows he cant fit, but i have this problem with sang! hes much much smaller and he fits in small spaces and crawls in them easier and its just a pain to get him out so keep this in mind if ur rabbit is a menace and smaller in size ^

i think thats everything for bunnyproofing? so here r some other like things fhat we do for my rabbits

10) rabbits are just like cats and dogs, they settle for anything in terms of toys - i gave sang a small box and he plays with it and chews on it. its important to give them something to chew on if theyre not chewing hay bc rabbits’ teeth grow out suuuuper fast and u have to keep them chewing on something bc if u dont, and their teeth grow out, it could cause some growth problems!

11) u dont have to worry about bathing them. like at all. rabbits clean themselves way often than normal, they dont smell either! the only times that should be okay to bathe them is if they r really fucking dirty for example soaked in their own pee. do not AND I MEAN DO NOT regularly bathe them bc it sends them into a shock and could even cause death. we’ve had to do this to song and sang before they were neutered bc theyd be really dirty and soaked in pee and it’s just… gross to see them like that. (if u really really have to bathe them, use baby shampoo! its easier for their skin and their fur)

12) fun fact: rabbits LOVE bananas. they absolutely go fucking crazy over it - just dont give them too much fruits like strawberries and apples in one day bc they could get diabetes 😭 we let our rabbits eat as much as they want bc they stop when they dont want to eat anymore of the banana anyway. unless its song. song doesnt stop eating.

13) rabbits are actually very smart! u can put them in a routine with their meals like if u get them used to eatinf at around 11 am or earlier, they know the time of when they’ll be eating. for me tho song runs over to his bowl when he hears the rattling of the pellets in the scooper we have.

14) rabbits shed yes!! u can use a comb to get the shedding off but do not use a wired one. they have sensitive skin like fr fr sensitive skin and wired combs could cause abrasions on their skin which is never a good thing!!!

15) rabbits are, by nature, prey animals. they are naturally good at hiding their pain and sickness so its very very easy to miss them. u can easily tell if a rabbit isnt feeling well is if they are keeping to themselves, their ears are cold, they lose appetite, they dont move as much - something that’s not common to their usual behavior. so always keep an eye out for them!

i think thats everything i could think of ???? theyre high maintenance yeah just like any other animal but they are quite easy to take care of ! theyre also really really funny animals its adorable and i could fr watch them do their own thing every day.

they can be a lil bitch but tbh its so worth it, they are such cute critters. I JUST AGH I HOPE THIS HELPED U CAN ALWAYS SEND ME AN ASK ABT SOMETHINF AND I’LL GLADLY ANSWER IT FOR U!!!

#[ ☆ ] hello stranger #[ 🎐 ] — answered

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viktorfm · 4 years ago

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(MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL, NONBINARY) - Have you seen VIKTOR SAMUELS? VIKTOR is in HIS/THEIR SENIOR year. The VISUAL ARTS MAJOR is 24 years old & is a CAPRICORN. People say HE/THEY are OBSERVANT, INGENIOUS, RETICENT and DEPENDENT. Rumors say they’re a member of KINCAID. I heard from the gossip blog that THEY'RE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THEIR THERAPIST. (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

dont. look at me. i know. anyways if it wasnt obvs i abandoned cupid (n darrow) in order 2 bring the two ocs tht he ws inspired by n ws a combination of bt. theyre better as different ppl methinks.

DEATH, HEAVY GRIEF, OVERDOSE / DRUG ADDICTION, HOSPITALIZATION, HYPERSEXUALITY, RELIGION MENTIONS TW

aesthetic.

old tvs and their static, worn tapes, horror movie screams, spilled ink, a sculptor’s hands, clay-stained, chicken scratch handwriting, messy notes, messy hair, scoffs and eye-rolls, bruised knuckles, sore throats, funeral homes and a crying preacher, shattered ceramics, knife fights, high ledges, vertically-striped pants, red lights, the moon shrouded in clouds, cigarette butts, graveyards and half-empty wine bottles, sitting there for hours and talking to nothing, about nothing, a god complex, gold rings adorning both hands, barbwire baseball bats, having never played baseball in your life, deep eyebags and broken mirrors, a permanent chip on one’s shoulder, yearning, longing, wishing.

basics.

full name: viktor phillip samuels

nickname(s): icky vicky :/

b.o.d. - january 2nd, 1996

label(s): the black hole, the crepehanger, the impious, the opaque, the tempest, etc.

height: 6′1″

hometown: preaker, vermont

sexuality: pansexual uwu

stats

favorite song: disorder, joy division / it’s getting faster, moving faster / now it’s getting out of hand / on the tenth floor, down the back stairs / it’s a no man’s land / lights are flashing, cars are crashing / getting frequent now / i’ve got the spirit, lose the feeling / let it out somehow

background.

born to mama and papa (preacher) samuels in preaker, vermont - fifteen minutes after his twin sister, tatiana samuels. years later, rosa samuels joined the gang.

was an awkward, quiet kid growing up, he didn’t interact well with others and preferred being left alone to dig up worms and draw on the walls of their childhood home. the only exception was his twin, really.

as he got older he grew out of this, but instead became like … sort of an asshole? maybe to compensate for years of childhood awkwardness. he’s the sort of person who will bite the hand that feeds him & developed into a full time nuisance by middle school, unlike tatiana who was much more subtle about her conniving manners.

always has been a fan of ‘darker’ materials. grim & creepy morbid shit. probably the biggest tim burton fan, ever since he was a kid … not a good look for a preacher’s son, but he never really felt ‘in’ with the rest of his family to begin with. classic black sheep syndrome.

drew disturbing pictures as a kid that probably prompted one or two or five phone calls home to assure everything was fine.

just really had a knack for art at a young age, from drawing to painting to playing with clay. it’s always been his thing and probably is the only thing he’s good at.

being twins with tatiana was hard. they were near opposite besides both being quite mean-spirited. tatiana handled being in public better, left a better image behind - but viktor had talent, more than she did. they loved each other deeply - y’know, those unbreakable twin bonds as cliche as it sounds - but found each other as competition for their parents’ attention. a rivalry for affection.

in high school is when viktor really started to act out. it started extreme, like losing his virginity in their church and vandalism around the neighborhoods. faked being possessed in the middle of sunday service & almost had an exorcism performed on him.

his only redeemable trait was like … just his sheer talent in the arts. was in a 3d art ap course and specialized in sculptures. he could pretty much create anything he wanted with enough dedication.

because he was the problem child, the one who deserved to be disciplined for all his antics, tatiana could sneak away and get away with whatever she wanted much easier. on the bright-side, for her, i guess.

not a very motivated person - wasn’t planning on going to college, much less going to yates but his parents literally wrote & sent his college application for him because they weren’t going to house a deadbeat but had too much heart to kick him out onto the streets. cool!

he’s actually pretty smart but he just doesn’t apply himself. has a minor in english because he didn’t care for an extra course-load, but he’s good at writing & analyzing literature. is going to use it to write and illustrate his own series of children books with a style similar to tim burton’s. not for the kids, but because he likes to leave a trail of terror in whatever he does.

has been experimenting with himself since high school but college is where he really had started to crack down on himself. was out as pansexual & nonbinary by his sophomore year of college just … not to his parents, who don’t really need to know.

if you asked him if he believed in twins having a psychic connection with each other - he’d tell you he wouldn’t know. it felt believable at times, but sometimes he had no idea what was going on inside of tatiana’as head. on the other hand - viktor had always felt oddly transparent to her, like she knew all of his moves before he did. the only person who could predict him accurately.

( tw death, grief, overdose / hospitalization beyond this point )

when tatiana disappeared, viktor knew something was up. it was a twist in his gut, pure instinct that something wasn’t right. and it wasn’t right - and when she was proclaimed missing, they couldn’t find her.

and when tatiana died - viktor knew. it felt wrong, something cut so severely in him he could pinpoint her death to the second. he didn’t know how, or why, but he knew it. knew it before anybody else had.

afterwards he went on a sort of bender. he’d begun to struggle with a mild drug addiction late senior year of high school / early college, but he was managing it up until this point.

his mental health had also sunk to an all-time low, when it’d never been great to begin with. (manic & depressive episodes. once fixated on a sculpting project for six months and then knocked it off the table and destroyed it as soon as he finished it for no apparent reason.)

tatiana’s body wasn’t found immediately, and when it was … viktor went off the rails. ended up overdosing & being hospitalized. spent six months in & out of psychiatric care after that.

came back to yates to finish his senior year because … for the reasons above, he hadn’t been able to complete it. just wants to get his credits and get out of here.

is still dealing with a lot of trauma & grief - causes him to spiral and be unpredictable in regards of his mental health. he stopped taking his medication, so. :/ some days are alright, other days are pretty bad.

personality & facts.

the human embodiment of a gremlin that was fed after midnight. a goblin, if you will. one of those cats with a narrow head and really big ears … that’s them!

a big horror & halloween enthusiast. loves the old campy horror movies & probably has an abundance of masks from different movies. dresses like a grimy millennial beetlejuice more than they should because they just … love those black & white vertical-striped pants.

can appreciate the ~urban legends~ at yates and likes to feed into the fear that surrounds them. is probably the cause of a few ‘anomalies’ and ‘paranormal sightings’ because they’re just … a jerk.

fashion alternates between e-boy (they would be tiktok famous if they were 17 & didn’t think that a majorly minor based app was weird.), millennial beetlejuice, and goth in a crop top & sweatpants. big fan of crop tops and a big fan of sweatpants.

they can be really fucking mean? petty, aggressive, a major instigator. will literally spit in your face for little to no reason, you could just look at them the wrong way. the kind of person who will stick their gum into someone else’s hair. other than that? they’re like … sort of okay. they’re not always mean, just a dick about 90% of the time lmao

like okay yeah they’ll call someone a stinky bitch for no reason except they feel like it and believes it. it’s fine, they’re fine, we’re fine.

despite the fact that they’re probably getting into a fight whenever, considers themself to be a lover and not a fighter but that’a primarily because they fuck a lot. uses it as a coping mechanism, like they’re this big fancy carnival show that’s like ‘come one, come all! fuck the dead girl’s twin brother!’ and it’s … a lot. might have a problem with hypsersexuality but they’re not fully aware of it.

the preacher’s whore son, basically :)

pansexual & nonbinary, switches between he & they pronouns often and without a pattern, but they have such a fragile grip on their identity that you could call them ‘dog-faced bitch’ and they’d turn around like. sup.

vastly impulsive … like i said, they destroy their own creations for the fun of it. spends all their money on useless shit, will cheat on someone because they feel like it & likes the thrill, screams into the night sky frequently like a cat in heat.

will also spend months creating useless shit for no reason too. spent six of them sculpting a hollowed out tree the size of them & then took a sledgehammer to it.

they’re very super dramatic. would play the organ at church when nobody was looking after them and service was about to start. would just churn out these super haunting, creepy melodies like they were phantom of the opera. would do the same exact thing at home on their keyboard with the pipe organ setting whenever they got grounded until their parents took it away hbdsjfngkh

will absolutely not talk about their ‘time away’ because it’s not anyone’s business, not even their own younger sister. still refuses to talk about tatiana’s death, or their mental health, or their addiction (fallen back into it but it hasn’t gotten severe … yet :/), or anything involving their own emotions.

will just change the topic abruptly, no warning. asks about the jonas brothers instead and they fucking hate the jonas brothers.

that being said they’re absolutely not over tatiana’s death & it’s to the point of obsession over it. like there’s some kind of secret that needs to be uncovered, even though there just. isn’t. tatiana was their rock and they were pretty much dependent on her. kept them grounded. could control them when nobody else could, got into their head easier than others. it’s sort of like rosa lost two siblings that day because viktor hasn’t been the same since.

emotionally unavailable while also crying twice a day. cries during their brawls but still wins. is stony-faced when they tell you they cheated on you with your much hotter best friend.

will tell you straight up what they want from you, no bullshit & no beating around the bush. just blunt. if they want to fuck, nothing else, then that’s it. if they feel deviation or developing feelings then they’ll ghost in less than a second. is awful like that but feels no shame.

but also emotional as shit and it’s confusing. will cry on a whim and then flip you off if you try to console them or ask them what’s up. will bite you.

they go to therapy but they just fuck around and wastes their therapists’ time … also is fucking their therapist, but that’s neither here nor there. so they’re not really getting the help they need.

likes to be intimidating but not … with their body or anything because they’re a twig but uses their love & knowledge of horror and creepy shit to their advantage. has an abundance of fake blood. has channeled the energy of jack nicholson and used it on tatiana’s boyfriends before (also is a big fan of sfx makeup & has dabbled in it)

probably chases kids around with a chainsaw without the chain on halloween every year.

generally never doing good, both mental health wise & morally. would probably steal candy from a baby for funsies.

i don’t know if there’s a good to them somewhere deep down, but they don’t see any issues with themself either. nothing really breaks through to them anymore because the only person who ever made them stop and think about their actions was tatiana, and well, y’know. :/

an introverted reclusive type who doesn’t like most people or going out, but does so anyway if it means a quick high & a cheap thrill.

pretty observant and likes to analyze people even though they’re often like … partially wrong. judgmental because they like to make people feel bad, not because they’re a righteous mighty person. because they’re not. so like, a hypocrite!

wanted connections.

religious trauma? oh worm ;; three cheers fr <3 guilt <3 anyways uh. just people tht viktor hs known thru the church in some way even tho hes a fkn. freak now. maybe even family friends.

the horror of our love :/ ;; hmm. any romance tht cld b toxic i think this cld fit. just rly a bad fit. viktor doesnt rly know hw to love so nothing rly lasts bt. maybe they try n try n nothing works bt they keep trying. cld also just be anything unrequited.

little fkn gremlins ;; theyre all evil n mean. bt theyre all friends. <3

you are nothing ;; uuh. enemy plots. spicy enemies. rly bad enemies. rivals. they r brutal towards each other bcos nothing viktor does is ever soft.

fuck u dont pity me ;; uh. people who try to get close to viktor n he just. bites at them. he’s like no. bc he assumes ppl who r kind in response 2 his vileness r. theres smth wrong w them. n it might hv to do with pity. n he hates pity.

ugh. locals x ;; ppl who also grew up around preaker, vermont. the samuels r <3 well known folks n the uh. hm. the murder is an ongoing case. so they cld know abt it <3

dont tell anybody x ;; this is for soft plots. i dont know much about soft plots but.

maybe i am part of the problem ;; the problem is chlamydiagate. this is a hook-ups connection. fwbs n one night stands. ppl viktor hs brutally ghosted. he doesnt acknowledge their existence outside of these events, perhaps.

dont u just wna go apeshit ;; this is where viktor becomes a bad influence.

bt uh. anything. pelase

#yatesintro #death tw #grief tw #murder tw #addiction tw #drug abuse tw #hospitalization tw #overdose tw #hypersexuality mention #religion mention #zooweemama

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probably-writing-x · 5 years ago

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It’s just like missing you.

Samuel x Carla (set after season 3)

Request by anon : Hi ! I love your stories ! Can Hey ! I hope you’re safe ! Can you do a Carla x Samuel a few months/years after the season 3 ? Thank you for your amazing work 🥰

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“Things are looking good Valerio,” Carla chuckles, “I’m actually impressed.”

She hands back the business file and nods at the boy she’d so uncertainly trusted with the job.

He laughs, “I’m full of surprises!”

“How have things been here? At home?” Carla had been out of the country studying for the past three months and had tried her best to avoid thinking about Las Encinas at all. That was a harder task than she thought it would be.

“You mean how has Samuel been,” He corrects her, “I see them occasionally at the club and he seems okay. A little boring but he’s always been like that.”

She rolls her eyes and tries her best to dismiss him, “I was just asking in general, I didn’t mean about Samuel.”

“Come on,” Valerio leans back in the office chair and crosses his ankles to rest them on the desk, “He gave me the same heartbroken, forlorn look that you have.”

“Nothings happening with me and Samu. That ended long ago and things have changed since then,” She confirms, “I need to go.”

“He’ll be at the flat,” Valerio comments as she’s just about to leave the office, waiting for her to stop before he continues, “Theyre off school today, he’ll be at the apartment.”

She pulls her jacket on and swallows the lump in her throat, “I didn’t ask.”

“You didn’t have to!” Valerio calls back as she’s already halfway down the corridor to leave.

And suddenly it feels impossible to go anywhere else besides that place. It feels impossible to act any longer like they’d ever had any hope of avoiding each other. She’d always circle back, she just needed that push from Valerio.

- - - - - -

Her knock on the door is quieter than it should be, cautious and far too uncertain of the actions that would follow.

“Guzmán! I told you I’d meet you the-“ Samuel stops as soon as he opens the door and sees Carla stood in the place he’d never expected her to be, “Carla?”

She swallows the lump in her throat, “Hi Samu.”

“Wh- what are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine, I just came back for the end of the semester,” She comments, “Thought Id come and make sure Valerio hadn’t destroyed the business.”

He lets out a little laugh, “How have you been?”

“Good, yeah, university’s going well and I’ve made some good friends,” Carla nods.

This felt far too similar to their hostile attitude from before. She’d prayed for things to be different. She’d wished with everything she’d had that he’d wrap his arms around her and they’d both apologise for the way things planned out. They’d say that they could make this work and they were delusional for ever thinking differently. She wants him to tell her that their hope isn’t lost and that they were just confused before this point - both so sure of what they wanted but so fearful of accepting it.

“I’m just on my way to meet Guzmán but-“ Samuel begins.

“Oh, yeah, no, that’s okay,” Carla offers him a little smile, “I just dropped by to say hello. I’ll see you around.”

“There’s a party at the club tonight if you’d want to go, everyone will be there,” Samuel suggests, “If you want to.”

Carla blushes underneath her light makeup and nods, “I’ll see you there.”

- - - - - -

This wasn’t a good idea and he knew it wasn’t. How could he possibly think that he could see her again and not watch all of those feelings come aggressively flooding back. Just as they had done when he opened that door. It practically killed him.

“Man, you’re killing me!” Guzmán hits Samuel on the arm and tries to catch his attention again, “Tell her how you feel, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Samuel takes a deep breath, “The same thing that happened last time, and the time before that.”

“Exactly, it can’t get any worse!” Guzmán tries to play it off a little bit light heartedly but even he knows it won’t be successful.

Samuel takes a long sip of his drink, watching the blonde beauty as she chats with Ander and Omar across the way.

“Look man,” Guzmán clasps him on the shoulder and turns Samuel to focus on him, “All I’m saying is, if that was Nadia, I’d be first over there to tell her everything I’ve been waiting to tell her for the past fourteen weeks. I wouldn’t be scared of whatever on earth she could throw at me - because the worst thing would be letting her leave again without ever really coming back to me.”

It wasn’t as simple as that. Nadia and Guzmán were more forgiving to each other than to anybody else. They’d been through the wars and never strayed too far from each other. Samuel feared that Carla and him had already strayed far enough to go past the point of no return. Nadia had promised Guzmán that she’d come back for him. Carla had made a silent promise to herself to never come back for Samuel - and it showed.

Instead of taking Guzman’s advice, Samuel finds himself watching Carla from his safe distance away - noticing every feature of her body and trying to find any part of her that had changed from the girl he’d fallen in love with. Even he knew it was hopeless.

- - - - - -

They’d not spoken for that entire party and Samuel hadn’t even noticed that she’d left until he lost her face amongst the crowd. Guzmán had tried with all of his power to distract him whilst Ander offered the same for Carla.

Everyone tried to keep them away like they were fearful of them hurting one another yet again. and they were successful in doing so. Right up until the following morning.

He knows that knock, it’s the same knock that had been on that same door only a day before.

“Carla?” Samuel begins - it’s stupid of him to even question it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t really know why I’m here.”

“Okay,” Samuel nods, “Do you want to come inside?”

She swallows the lump in her throat and nods as he steps aside to let her in. Everything is just the same as it had been before she left and, though it’s likely she’s imagining things, she can faintly smell his infamous macaroni.

“I shouldn’t stay,” Carla shakes her head, walking a few steps through the apartment like she was trying to take in every piece of him that she could.

“Okay,” Is all Samuel manages to say yet again.

There was nothing more that could be said beyond that. He didn’t want to say anything that would jeopardise her presence, ruin things as he had done before.

Carla walks over to the window and stares out at the rugged view of the streets beyond this flat, “I’ve missed home.”

She mutters the words because even she’s not sure who she’s speaking about. The streets, the school, the city? Or the boy who held a footprint for her in each one? The boy she’d been so reluctant to love.

“Carla...” Samuel begins, again realising there are no words that are good enough for the girl in front of him.

Instead he swallows his fear, takes a few slow steps around to stand in front of her and takes in the sight he’d been waiting to see for fourteen weeks.

His hand finds hers and encases it with his own, as he dips his gaze to try to catch contact with her eyes.

“It doesn’t have to be like this Carla,” He whispers, not wanting to disturb this middle sort of calm between them.

“Are you sure?” Her voice breaks a little, letting out a shaky breath alongside her words.

“No,” Samuel smiles gently, “But I don’t think we have to be sure.”

“Okay.”

With that, his head dips and his lips are on hers like something has been missing for this entire time. Like they weren’t delusional to fall in love, but more delusional to force themselves away from it. And now, they’d lost the energy to fight back. And they were giving into the love that they’d been avoiding for far too long.

(((I don’t know if this is any good but... we move)))

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currentfandomkick · 5 years ago

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Bio! Dad Strange Part 5

Some paris update again with more Rogue shenanigans. Heads up, this is more a ‘i decided everyone can be complex and get along somewhat so im altering character dynamics from cannon to my prefrence’

When Marinette and Max and Nino ended up in Chloe’s class the trio made a simple pack on sight—aviod her at all costs.

Why?

Max is fairly certain Marinette is some type of meta. Fairly. She’s still the only person on his level close to his age, so he isnt saying anything.

Nino doesnt share this suspicion, but she’s close with Sabrina, who’s dad keeps checking in on him and Marinette’s family way more than the other stidents at Dupont. Nino doesnt like this, and by proxy, Chloe is horrible.

Marinette thinks Chloe and Sabrina could out her and aviods them to prevent this.

Their teacher sees this and decides to ignore the mandate to keep Max and Marinette And Chloe and Sabrina as science partners in every situation by switching things up.

Max hates working with Chloe—she keeps foddling and talking about fashion when its chemistry class. Focus on the lesson you heathen

Marinette works well with Sabrina (both organized) but she is extremely uncomfortabke with this as Raincomprix starts asking her for help on cases out in the open. Woth science and she has to fake not knowing about them. He takes forever to catch on that her mom doesnt know, and would be pissed if she knew.

Raincomprix then uses his daughter as an inbetween for his and marinette’s joint ‘solve the coldcase’ game. Sabrina gets involved to practice english and science, and finds out she’s good at finding overlooked clues.

As you can guess, this leads to Sabrina and Chloe joining the group.

Marinette and chloe talk fashion sometimes, Chloe critics her color pallettes and stitches. Also her choice to use rogues as inspiration becuase “arent they bad guys?”

“Eh? I think theyre just bad at getting the help they need.”

“Didnt joker kill people?”

“That was mostly mr. J. Easy mistake.”

“...okay...”

This curbs a decent amount of Chloe’s bullyign early on. Chloe is not borderline meta in this, just fixated on fashion to an insane degree—she knows everything about all aspects of the industry but cant design from scratch. Her mom looks down on her for this.

Chloe is also how the group know of ‘adrikins’ who is her prince and will marry her someday or be her forever family, uncertain which.

Alix gets along well with chloe as she needs someone to be salty with when Kim is being an idiot and Marinette is too nice and it goes over Max’s head and Nino is... there is some doubt if he’s scared of Kim or just really respects him.

Sabrina and Max cannot be left alone under any circumstances though. They will try to outsmart each other. Sabrina via legal things, Max via facts and trivia. Marinette is used as their buffer, much to her frustration as she does have designing to do guys!

Kim is showing signs of a crush. Marinette has not noticed as has a secret identity to keep, rogue family to manage from another country, other people’s secret identites to keep (she blames Tim.) so many languages to learn and practice and to top it off, friends to keep from killing each other during school. She has a lot on her plate, ok?

So that summer was more rogue sheneigans and dodging heroes while being herself and forcing her Father to cook with her—mostly Great Uncle Wang’s recipes.

“I am being bossed around by a child. In my own kitchen.”

“You were the one that claimed me as yours. I demand compensation in bonding time.”

“Uh, Mr. Smith was it? My neice suggested a aimple soup seeing as you are a... novice.”

This lead to an oddity for the Science Rogues—Mr. Freeze, Scarecrow, Strange and Riddler—getting into cooking wars. Only the RKC knew how and Not one of them would spill, only looking at Marinette who was smiling as she said “my great uncle did that!”

This also left the four with less plotting to destroy gotham time. It worked out for the most part.

If she got bored (and she does) she visits Ivy and helps out in the greenhouse or her the wayne’s gardens. Rose now has her own plants sprawling about gotham (marinette dropped fast grow seeds) so she can escape the Greenhouse and move about Gotham without mama bear Ivy trying to take over the city while looking for her teen-appearing child.

Frost was busy with college and so was Ghoul, so she hung out more with Puzzles due to proximity. Puzzles got it in his head to prank Hero Stalker and Batman. Marinette tried to talk him out of it, she did.

It failed. And somehow it was a night with Batgirl and Nightwing/old Robin trying to help Batman with his grief over the last robin who died. The new robin had yet to be revealed, but she noticed hero stalker was more motivated lately. She knew she couldnt stop him—he’s a year older than her and probably rich. (And she’s not supposed to exist...)

So Puzzles pretends to be Riddler and lures them into an old tv set. They were not expecting it to be a hideout for a gang.

And if Marinette was in an old Harley Quinn outfit with a hammer her size to match, well... disguise?

Harley realized what was happening when she checked the groupchat and no one knew where they pair was until Rose was pestered for a bit to have her plants check.

They went into a drug den and the batfam was with them. Fuck.

Puzzles and her get out of there when the realize what’s up. Why? Guns and not being invulnerable.

Marinette is worried though and hides and may hit one of the armed men hard enough to fly across the room.

Puzzles stares at her. She flies to tackle him and grumbles about sunlight messing with her meds again.

Nightwing caught that, realizes who knock off harley is, and guns for the kids. Only there are more goons now and—shit. Where did the kids go?

Batfam took down the gang.

Harley is seen in her car a few blocks away with... are those kids? It trends on social media that Harley has a daughter who’s grounded for messing amwith gangs.

The Council meets to scold Marinette and try to get the story straight.

Dent snorts when he finds out they were just going to silly string the batfam and slime them on camera. The camera was busted in the fight though...

Hero stalker freaks out about the whole thing and tells the pair off. “You almost died!”

“He said my dad was dumb! It was a matter of honor!”

Hero stalker is Done with Puzzles and tries to talk sense into Marinette, who says its her job to keep him from dying, ok?

Hero Stalker/Tim is upset but kind of gets it from watching Batman. Sometimes your partner does dumb things and you have to keep them safe y going along with the dumb thing.

Riddler puts them in a puzzle maze for a week. Marinette figures it out and goes in and out of it to make it look like she’s still trapped.

Strange rolls his eyes as yes, this is his daughter. Yes, she is smarter than Riddler.

Ed Nygma the other hand is keeping Puzzles grounded for another week. He lets Marinette visit to check up on his and Riddler’s states since they share a body and all.

Harley is still lecturing Marinette and gets her to agree shell at least tell Rose when something is up from then on.

Rose puts a plant on marinette. I am not joking, she puts a vine on marinette’s arm to keep her safe and make her take her meds since “you cant fly otherwise nets. And put in your earplugs!”

At somepoint there may be a case of music master making an appearance, but idk if it should be marinette is immune due to earplugs or marinette gets dragged into being seen by the league AND rogues at once and they bith try to grab a very freaked out Marinette who flies back to france where Max is mid-panic since she needs someone to talk to and uh, she figures he knows most of it so, help. She needs logic and hers is shot at the moment.

Next time we get more of a quick fic on marinette’s training with Zsasz as a kid.

#maribat #maribat au #bio!dad strange #bio!dad au #marinette strange dupain cheng #marinette strange dupain cheng part 5 #my au #my ideas

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min3nc · 4 years ago

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i have absolutely no idea what i was dreaming about but apparently it was about a videogame and im gonna write some ideas i managaded to keep on my mind when i got up and walked to the computer

-the main protagonist is a one in a trillion chance kinda guy, not because theyre special in the way they are, but because they actually like, an identical twin and albino and has got green eyes etc etc. also, they’re super unlucky

-the twin in question is out of the picture until the end. you’ll know why

-You were with your sibling camping, and you got there after talking to your twin, and they say how tired they are and fall asleep against a cabin with a door in front of them while you decide to stay up while your sibling sleeps. they must be tired. remember the door.

-you fall asleep eventually, and you wake up in a world full of blue. the sky seems to be covered in a dome of what looks like to be leaves. if you look harder you can spot what seems to be a tree’s trunk rising from somwhere.

-a little girl of blue hair follows you around and keeps you company. she fills you in on what’s going on in the world after calling you a weirdo for not knowing what’s going on. she’s nice after that, though she sometimes disappears out of nowhere and appears at random times. you like her regardless

-apparently the words has been enclosed on these blue leaves that serve as an asmotpshere after this particular zone got sucked in a worm hole. a one in a trillion occurrence.

-because of that the land around you got frozen in time while some others didn’t, and you were asleep for like actually a few hundred years. your sibling is still asleep

-so you get out and travel this zone of land that’s apparently settled in space’s country Nowhere and people call it No Man’s land (fuck you no man’s sky) and there’s cities and since some where frozen in time some look to be in different time spaces than others. some are cowboys. some are trying to stay as ‘’contemporary’’ as they can. some are just pirates because of course you decided to go camping near a lake.

-the blue girl is kinda hated? you don’t know why someone would hate this 4′8 girl that looks to be around 7 and is smarter than what you would think of a girl her age.

-you meet a lot of people, and you decide they are all kinda messed up. Depression is a normal thing around here, since there’s a lot of people who are either survivors of the worming holing thingy

-physics got kind of fucked up when you slept inside that weird place, so you can freeze time. hooray. also, you can listen to people’s thoughts whenever you do that. there’s some pretty fucked up people around here and it’s kinda scary. not so hooray.

-after a while you meet people, and you make friends, maybe romance some idiots. blue girl becomes like your daughter.

-and then of course when you make connections here and you have a mortgage and close friends, you get the news of one of your many good friends about a worm hole being about to open again.

-it was a miracle for the local scientists to have been able to detect that, and to be able to pinpoint where it was going to happen.

-the cabin where your twin was still sleeping.

-and there’s little to no time to get there because of course everyone wants to either get out of here or stop people from destroying the society they had built on No Man’s land.

-it’s a race to there for everyone. except you. of course you have plenty of time.

-so you turn your superpower, and you take your time to get to that cabin because the guilt of having forgotten about your twin is eating you up

-but it wasn’t like they were really close to you. you vaguely remember them when you were kids and you were just now trying to reconnect. they were very depressed and this camping trip was your idea. they, for once, seemed to light up and agreed

-they spent a few hours looking around the place and sometimes looked into the horizon wistfully.

-back to No Man’s land, you’re walking among the people who wanted to get out of there. Your superpower is on, and you can listen how desperate they are to get out or try to keep someone from leaving the place, a husband, a sister, a dear friend. you even see some of the people you befriended along the way, running, and maybe you stop and your hands linger around them. and you get a look of the world from their eyes. you feel even more guilty after seeing their reasons to leave, and you consider stopping using your power. maybe if you see your lover, you drop the idea of leaving completely.

-but you don’t. not this time around

-you keep walking until you’re near the cabin.

-then she appears. your daughter. and you feel guilty to having forgotten about her.

-you don’t hear her thoughts because she’s not frozen in time. you double check and find everything else is still frozen, everything but her.

-’’i thought you loved me? ‘’ and you’re speechless. of course you love her. you propose she comes with you

-’’ i cant leave this place. ‘’ and you see her disappear in a pool of leaves. and you see her reappear out of a pool of leaves. ‘’i’m the tree, and i can live [she pronounces it kind of like leaf] forever. you do too. don’t you wanna stay with me?’’

-you consider dropping the power.

-if you do, you kneel down and hug her. everything around you starts moving. you can hear people running your way, and before they appear on your line of sight, you see the cabin disappear.

-if you don’t, you mutter a sorry, and you walk inside.

-everything is like you remember it was before leaving.

-your sibling is still sleeping in front of a door, and the door emits an eerie light. you’ve gotta decide if you wake them up or walk past them.

-waking them up means you have to turn off your superpower and they get to go first, because you’re still feeling guilty, and you think it should be fair for them to get out of this hole first.

-you try to wake them up, and you can hear the people coming your way. you decide to take your sibling and throw them into the room where the eerie light came from, and they disappear into thin air. then, you enter the room

-and nothing happens.

-you hear how people are coming your way, and you find yourself unable to freeze time.

-you hear your daughter’s voice, and when you see people in front of you, holding onto the doorframe, you panic. And then everything freezes.

-you’re left to wander a frozen in time No Man’s land, where only your daughter walks among you and the only voices you can hear that are not her are the ones from the people you’ve frozen as they painfully come to realize time isn’t moving and they can’t do anything against it.

-if you don’t wake them up and it’s you the one who walks inside the room, you go through the worm hole. and you get thrown into your childhood home, and your sibling is there.

-until your mom comes and she calls you by your sibling’s name, and them by yours.

-you can’t tell her she’s wrong. you can’t speak that well, you’re a kid right now.

-memories fade as you grow up, and you get some flashes sometimes of a life that used to be yours, and you can’t help but feel sad and out of place. you get depressed.

-until your sibling suggests you go camping. you really liked that tree that had blueish leaves, and you had a perfect view of it from the cabin your sibling had rented for you two to spend the night in.

-and then you take a nap. and you wake up as a child, once again.

#ding ding i'm gonna delete this in a few #i'm just rambling dude #this was a fucked up concept #i swear i know what's going on #long post

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musicallygt · 5 years ago

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IDEA FOR A STORY THIEVES “OWEN AND THE BEANSTALK” AU

Probably gonna be more modernish just cuz but a creepy man gives Owen magic beans and Owen kinda doesnt believe theyre magic but a part of him hopes that they are, so he plants them in his backyard (and is probably made fun of)

Lo and behold, there’s a beanstalk there the next morning reaching the heavens. Owen is excited; he’s read the story of Jack and the Beanstalk, so he’s sure there’s going to be treasure up in the clouds, so he climbs it.

Turns out it’s a lot higher than he thought. Owen is getting nervous™️ because wow this is high

He eventually makes it to the top and finds that there’s an entire world in the clouds where everything is basically the same as his own home but huge!

His life below is very boring so he decides to explore. When is he going to have an adventure like this again? So he goes into the first house he finds, where he ends up meeting a giant redhead girl

For some reason, she thinks that he’s her father. He soon finds himself scooped in her hands and squeezed tightly in what’s probably supposed to be a hug

After the hug and Owen asking what the heck is going on, she realizes that no, he’s not her father

So she introduces herself: her name is Bethany Sanderson, and she’s the daughter of a human and a Brobdingnagian (the giant people in the clouds). Her father was a human who met her mother, and together they had her (“How?” “Don’t. Ask.”)

On her fourth birthday, he had to go down to the world below for something, but he never returned. Her mother believed that he left them, but Bethany is pretty sure that isn’t the case. He couldn’t have just left them like that.

Unfortunately, she can’t go down to see him; the beanstalk that her father had used to travel between the worlds had been destroyed, and she hasn’t been able to find any magic beans. She also cant get help because her mom has told her not to even try looking for him while other people just think shes being crazy when she says her father was basically the size of her hand

Owen tells her that he’ll keep an eye out for her father (Christian Sanderson, she tells him) in the world down below, before going back down and just sleeping after that crazy day

He learns the next day that it wasn’t a dream when the beanstalk is still there and finds himself climbing it again to see Bethany. Seeing her everyday is hard though, because Owen could not come up with the best excuse as to why theres a giant beanstalk in their backyard or where he was all day the day before (“Uhh…. just a project for biology?”). They’re happy to see each other though.

Idk theres also other adventures they have together, where Owen meets other giant friends: Kiel, Charm, and Gwen. (He really seems to have a liking for Charm)

It’s harder to hide his leaving though; he’s got a lot of absences at school now, and his mom is threatening to ground him if he doesn’t go back to school. (He’s been sneaking off in the middle of the day after attendances instead.) Also is it him or is the man who gave him the magic beans constantly following him?

At some point, his classmate Orion confronts him because he thinks Owen is doing something illegal and he’ll probably have to turn him into the principal or something

He doesnt believe any of Owen’s lies though, and Owen ends up telling him everything. Orion still doesnt believe him, especially at the mention of Christian Sanderson (“My godfather? He’s been missing for over eight years now”)

Owen decides to take Orion up the beanstalk, since itll be killing two birds with one stone: prove that hes not lying and since he knows about Bethany’s father, maybe he could give information about him to her

While Orion and Bethany are talking, Owen is suddenly taken from them, and they dont notice until a lot later

Maybe he went back down below when they werent looking? All right, time for a plan to go down to the human world below to find Owen (and maybe Bethany’s father)

Meanwhile, Owen is gagged and blind at the moment, unable to see his captor

Hes finally unblindfolded and ungagged, to find himself staring at the face of the man who gave him the magic beans, though it looks like theyre still in Brobdingnag

He doesnt give Owen his name (“Call me Nobody”) but he explains that Owen was never meant to befriend the giants of the world. He was meant to fear them instead.

It turns out that Nobody is a self proclaimed giant slayer, and has made it his job to destroy all Brobdingnagians. Of course, everyone thought he was crazy when he said there were giants up above. However, he could never prove it, as he couldnt find any way up to the clouds, until about 15 years ago…

a man named Christian Sanderson had somehow gotten his hands on some magic beans that grew into a giant beanstalk, and he had been visiting the giant world up above for about a year now (turns out hes found himself attracted to a giant woman up there, which is why he keeps going up the beanstalk)

Nobody had confronted Christian about this, saying that the giants must be destroyed, but Christian disagreed: they hadnt done anything wrong, they were peaceful, and with work, maybe they could one day coexist in harmony

For years, Christian didnt budge in his stance, even going as far as having a child with the Brobdingnagian woman (at which Nobody is revolted at the very idea of)

So he decided to take some extreme measures: he decided that if Christian wouldnt listen, he would just have to make him listen. He somehow got Christian to leave his daughter’s birthday party for some sort of “urgent matter” in the world below, then knocked him out, before leaving him to suffer the giant world with nothing for hours (e.g. almost being crushed, almost eaten, etc.) then taking him back down

As an extra precaution, he chopped down the beanstalk, and as he did, it quickly retreated back into the beans they had started out as, which he collected

Now he has a way back up along with proof, but how could he destroy the giants from above?

Keeping Christian prisoner in his home, Nobody takes years to come up with a plan: somehow start a war between humans and giants. He’d find some poor unsuspecting soul (Owen) to plant the beans, and when they found that there were giants in the sky, they would have the proof and create panic among the people, who would feel that they have to attack the monsters before they destroy them

Of course, Owen did exactly what Nobody didnt want him to do: befriend the Brobdingnagians like Christian had, so he tries to convince Owen to be on his side

Owen however is completely disgusted at what Nobody had done and refuses. Theyre innocent, why would he agree to start a war?

Of course, Nobody informs him that it’s too late: Bethany and her friends have already planned to go down to the world below.

Owen is aware that this would cause panic down below, so he tries to go stop them, but Nobody keeps him from going anywhere, disappointed in him (“Youre just as pathetic as Christian is”)

Meanwhile, Bethany and the others (with Orion) go down the beanstalk, and they get pretty overly excited over how the world is below; Gwen and Kiel find the humans particularly adorable

Of course, there ends up being a panic at the sight of these giant children (they dont realize that theyre kids tho) and with Orion in Bethanys hand, they make the assumption that theyre kidnapping him

idk exactly what happens but its chaos. Also eventually they find Christian who at first is v untrusting to the giants and also terrified, but when he realizes that one of the is his daughter, he starts crying of joy. Hes still nervous around the others, but hes so happy to see Bethany after eight years

back up above, Nobody knocks Owen out and leaves him unconscious on the giant road to be crushed to “learn his lesson”

he expects Owen to die, but what he doesnt know is that he had been watched. After he leaves, a tiny pink haired girl runs to the street, suddenly growing to the size of one of the Brobdingnagians and scooping up Owen in her hands

He wakes up eventually, in what looks like a bed his size, except hes also in a giant bedroom

a giant pink haired girl comes in, thankful that hes okay. He freaks out because he thinks he was kidnapped. He freaks out even more when the girl shrinks down to about his size, which she did as an act to try to calm him down

She explains what she saw Nobody do to him, how she brought him home, and who she is

her name is Kara, and shes a sizeshifter (the only one of her kind). Her mother hadnt been able to bear a child, so she used some magic thing that would allow her to have one, and she soon did. Of course, since she used magic to have a baby, there ended up being magic in her daughter: she can change her size at will

The government doesnt trust this, claiming that what Kara’s mom did was witchcraft, and dont believe that Kara deserves to exist and continually try to hunt her down. She’s never managed to get caught, but shes constantly running

Owen explains what happened with him, and Kara agrees to help him

idk how anything else would work but in the end humans and Brobdingnagians live peacefully together, theres no war and Bethany, her mother, and her father live happily together

#i shared this on the discord but i figured it makes sense to share here too lol #aaaaaaaaaaaaa #IDK IF ILL EVER DO ANYTHING WITH THIS BUT I REALLY LOVE THIS IDEA #@ my friends: please dont ever find this djdjdjjdjdjdjdjd #alex says stuff #g/t #gt #giant/tiny #gianttiny #owen and the beanstalk #jack and the beanstalk #beanstalk au #story thieves

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kay-is-krazy · 5 years ago

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Literally No Title

Please help

Idk what I’m doing

This is a fanfic

Deanxreader kinda

It needs work sorry

I will hashtag

Damp. Everything that surrounds you is damp. As you start to come to, you smell the stench. Sulfar. Confused, you try to open your eyes, brows furred as the light tries to chase away your sight. Your adrenaline pushes you to figure out where you are. Looking around weerily, you notice the familiar iron door. Your parents old farmhouse storm cellar. Opening and closing your eyes making sure this is what you're actually seeing. It's been years. Decades even since you've seen these walls. Theyre different now. Moldy, but with cobwebs. You start to realize you're strapped down on the old iron table you used to eat spaghettios on when the tornados hit. No use in trying to squirm your way to topple over. Your father bolted it down in the cement. How did you get here. As you push and strain yourself to remember, the door opens. A tall red flannel emerges, and you go cold...

Life wasn't always fighting monsters, and saving people. You had a family of your own, until the vampire mafia ripped in to town destroying everything in their path, including your home and everyone in it. You still remember their screams as you fled into the woods. Revenge is a choice you have to make, and it sure was a hell of a ride. In this life, you run into auhtorities, but very little hunters like yourself. After bumping into the Winchesters working a werewolf case, they sort of took you under their wing. Noticing you needed guidance, before you ever could. You were in constant rage, before meeting the boys. Searching for answers, and never being satisfied with the kill. It all blurred into a blood bath of vengence. A lot of trust, losses, and whiskey, but you found a new family. You need them as much as they need you. And just recently, it was Dean needing saving.

The mark had completely consumed him. Being the hero, the guinea pig, has led him to be desperate in saving the world. You knew he was always staying strong, putting on a good face for Sam, but deep down, he is slightly broken like the rest of you. His hope depleted as the mark's strength took over his judgement. He was like you were before they saved you, scared and fuming with anger. You're just trying to return the favor before he hurts anyone else, especially his brother Sam.

After months of research, you found something. Slight chance of hope in fixing Dean. Confiding in Sam, he decides to look for it himself. The word of God. Once touched by a demon, it is said to purify them. No one has seen it in over 100 years, but you got a lead. The only thing that's near impossible is finding Dean. So time to draw him out... He wants a fight, you'll bring him a fight.

Scrounging up as many demons as possible, making sure they're alive but bleeding, you make a devils trap and wait. You heard through demon grapevine, that Dean can sniff them out. He's the big bad now. Being a demon himself, he hates them even more, if that makes sense.

But your plan didn't work. There have been plenty of close calls while working on the job, but this wasn't just a regular monster case. It was so much more, and there's a lot at stake. You realize why you're scared. You're in a situation even you can't get out of alive. Fear sets in as Dean walks closer. Each step like a predator closing in on it's prey. That red shirt, being even more red than usual.

He smirks, “Welcome back sunshine. Thought I killed you too soon”.

Your head is pounding as you try to look at your body. Realizing its broken, bruised, and bloodied, you must have put up a fight.

“Oh that, sorry, I couldn't help myself. After I knocked you out, I had some fun.” Your heart is beating so fast as if it is going to jump out of your body. The last thing you want is for him to see you afraid. You try to muffle out his name, but your voice is hoarse. “Please don't speak, I don't want my ears to bleed as you plead with me.... or on the other hand, I'd love to hear you beg for your life”, he whispers the last part in your face.

Wincing at his words, you turn your head, and say “You're not you right now. We'll fix this, Dean.”

He puts his hands on your chin, for a second you think it's him. His oversized, warm strong hands that wouldn't hurt a fly unless it was unnatural.The ones who taught you martial arts, and the ever so famous air guitar. But looking into his eyes, noticing they are lacking the softness, they flicker, and those green eyes are no longer. Black eyes, and his hands smell of sulfar. “There's nothing to fix sweetheart, I'm better than ever.” he jerks his hand away making your head turn to face him. As he walks to the door to open it, you yell out, “Just get it over with and kill me already!” He stops, turns his head just so you can see his profile, and scoffs. Walking out, and leaving you alone once again.

Wondering where Sam is, you try to squirm free from being tied up.Your fastens on your wrist have some wiggle room. Using the pointiness of your sister's ruby class ring on your left hand, you try to cut the leather bands. It's going to take hours, but you're not giving up yet. You know there are only two ways out of this, and you'll be damed if you don't fight.

'Pour some sugar on me' plays from your cell phone. Sam's calling you, the signature ringtone for drunk, fun Sam. Reminding you of the nights at the roadhouse, playing the same G43 on the old jukebox driving Dean insane. While Sammy and you sang until your voices were unrecognizable.

The door opens, and you straighten up, not making a move to let Dean know you've been trying to break free. There's a cart that he's pushing inside, full of old kitchen utensils, some tools from a shed, and a few of Dean's things from the trunk of his Impala that have been missing since the mark took him over.

“I know you and Sam have been looking for me, trying to save me. I'm going to show you how much I don't want or need you two around. Lets send Sammy a message, hm?” He walks over to your jacket with your cellphone in it. Dean throws it in the air and catches it. Holding it like a gun, making fake noises pretending to shoot you. “Glad to see you havent lost your adolescent behavior”, you say, “I know you're still in there Dean”.

He puts your phone down on the cart, picking up a rusty knife used for cutting fish. “But I'm not, and I'm going to prove to you just how wrong you are about me.” He cuts your cheek, and you feel the skin break open, stinging.

“You can hurt me all you want, you'll just be hurting yourself.” You say and spit in his face. The dark smirk scurries from his face, and you know what's coming next is worst.

The torture that he tortured you with only stems from Hell. Picture after picture taken and sent to Sam. The laughing, the darkness, and the insults coming from him, you start to lose hope that Dean is even in there. You keep reminding yourself that demons lie. Not believing anything DemonDean says, even though you desperately want it to be true. The remarks about how he used to think about you like a little sister until a couple years ago when you got stood up on a date with some guy named Brett. Thinking back from a different perspective now, you realize Dean was the one there who saved you from getting kicked out of the restaurant for using up a table. Waiting for some loser you met online, but seeing Dean sitting down across from you, feeling a sense of clarity and sureness. But now ever since he's turned into something evil, he doesn't feel a thing at all for you or Sam.

In and out of consiousness, you decide you wouldn't give up on him. Even though your body is mangled, you keep pushing.

“Dean, this isn't the path your mother would have wanted. You have to know that. You don't want to let her down or she'd died for nothing.” You plead and try, but he slaps you hard in the face. The hit seemed personal, as if you were getting somewhere with him. You reason, “Isn't family what brings people together, it's what brought us together. Aren't we family, you could let me go, and Sam and I can help you see the light again. Just like your mom used to say right? The light will guide you home. Come home Dean!” Another blow to your head. He knocks you out again.

As you come to, Dean is reaching for the blade. He's actually going to use it on you, kill you. Coming to terms with your fate, you start to hum and mumble 'simple man by lynryd skynrd'. It was always your favorite. It was everyones favorite. You figured it was a good enough song to go out to. You peek open your eyes as much as you can. Throbbing and seeping blood, you're finally able to see Dean stop and stare at you. He drops the blade, looking down at the mark and then back at you. His face twisted, unsure of what is reality. You don't stop singing. Second verse, he's closer now. A single tear rolling down your face; knowing if he ever came back, got the mark off, he wouldn't forgive himself. Even when he's unable to save someone on a job, he's hard on himself. You can't imagine what he'll feel like, so you pity him.

He's closer now, hands around your throat. He's trying to fight you and himself. The pain and anger in his eyes turns black, then normal again. You look him straight in those familiar faint green eyes, and say your final words, “I forgive you.” The world goes dark.

Heaven was always described as 'your own personal paradise'. You're wondering why yours is in a hospital. White walls and curtains. The coldness in your nose suprises you. Who knew paradise would be so cold, gray, and foggy. Nothing was easy to make out, but you could definitely tell it was a hospital. You hate hospitals, confused as to why you're heaven isn't what you expected, you look around to see if there is a recognizable face. Hoping for maybe your Dad, Mom, or sister.

No one. There's a loud beeping noise and you look up to see a monitor. Looks like the vitals of a dead man. You start to wonder maybe God put you in the wrong paradise. So you pray. But words don't come out, and you drift back into the dark.

Blinking once, then twice, then several times. The light is bright. You can tell it's daytime. Still the same Heaven as before, but this time you feel everything. The pain, the tenderness. You remember, and know that you're not dead. Relieved, but still uncertain, you try to move. Expecting straps to hold you back, your right arm goes flying in the air. Not used to being free. You look down at your body. It's bandaged and braced. A mountain of a man peeks through the curtains. You have instant relief when you recognize Sam. He has the 'poor puppy eyes' look, and you put your hand on his. He grips it tight, but gentle enough. The gentle giant. Trying to let out a smile, a shadow lurks behind Sam. Instant fear as you realize it's Dean. Panic sets in, and your body cannot handle it. The monitors go off, you see Sam try to calm you down, and Dean sneaking away, head down, disgraced with himself. Nurses rush in with the Doctor to make sure you're okay. Tears well up in your eyes. You somehow cannot forget what Dean has done to you.

Weeks in the hospital, the only visitor you had was Sam. Trying to keep your spirits up, he shows you all of his research following up on possible cases. Between playing cards, reading books, and making fun of the new Taylor Swift song, you ask Sam, “How is he?”, and each answer is the same. “No better, no worse,” Sam replies. After the panic attack, Dean thought it best if he didn't show his face anymore to you. Once healed, you were allowed to go home as long as you didn't saw off the leg brace, and practice using the crutches. Knowing how stubborn you are, Sam rolled his eyes, and promised to watch over you.

Happy to finally break out, you laugh as you fumble with the crutches. Sam lets out a worrisome smile. “I'm fine Sam. Really.” You look up to him and give him a carefree toothy grin. Throwing all of your things into the impala, because Sam refused to drive “that stupid pink truck”, you beg Sam to let you pick the music.

Pulling up to the bunker, your stomach sinks a little. You know you'll have to face Dean eventually. Fogiving is easy for you, but forgetting is a whole other learning curve. Never being the one to admit you're wrong first, or facing real problems, you know it's somehting that needs to be worked on. Staring off into the distance a bit, Sam pulls you out of it as he opens the door. “We're stocked up on all your favorite foods, drinks, and even have Netflix!” He says, nudging you arm and attempting a playful laugh.

Weeks of healing, you finally are able to get up into your truck. You need some air, and desperately needed to get away. The outside world was calling your name, so were the pink wheels on that old ford. First hours, days, then weeks went by, and not a single glance from Dean. No words, no contact. Ignored you completely. Anytime you tried to reach him, asking to grab a drink at the dirty bird bar, to researching a simple ghost job, he pushed you away. You spent so much time in your room with your thoughts. Trying not to think about the event that almost ended you, and most importantly the relationship with Dean. Even Sammy has started treating you differently like you're broken. After Sam telling you to stay home again, while they hunt monsters, you'd had enough. Weekend getaway to a cabin in the woods. You leave your phone on your nighstand and decide you need some peace to clear your mind.

“Fill her up,” you say shutting off your truck to get gas. Getting out to grab snacks from inside, a long lost friend appears. Not able to look away from the light, he shields your eyes for you. You forgot how enchanthing the bright white was. “Cas what are you doing here?” You ask as you looks at you stearnly.

“I was told to keep a tab on you, and you left the bunker. So I'm here to bring you back.” He says reaching for your arm.

“Under who's orders?!” You demand. Not letting him answer you back away and say, “The boys? Really can't even get some fresh air!” Clearly angry, you hit your tailgate. Cas immediatley lays his hands on you to heal you. Being an angel has it's perks. But you wanted to feel something, Cas didn't exactly understand what being human was really like.

Brushing his hand away, you try to reason with him. “Go back to the bunker, grab my phone, and bring it to me. That way I have it on me in case I need anything. I'm still going on my very needed trip. What I don't need is a babysitter” Before you could blink twice, Cas had your phone in hand. “Do not turn this off and always keep this on you.” Rolling your eyes you respond sarcastically, “Thanks Dad. Can I leave now?” Clearly unsure of his decision, Cas side eyes you, but finally nods, and leaves you to your road trip snacking.

The cabin is the same as you left it two summers ago. A couple empty beers scattered, but the rest of the place in neat tidy order. Your mom always liked everything in a specific spot, and you try your best to remember that while staying there. Picking up the bottles to recycle them, you smile and remember the good times spent here with your family, both families. Thinking about the boys, you let out a sigh of relief. Thanking the angels that Sam showed up when he did in the storm cellar that day. The word of God being forcefully put in Dean's hands, purifying him instantly. A bright gold light shining through the brick like object, blasting Dean into Sam. His brother holding onto Dean as he comes to and realizes, he's saved. Sam's words will stay with you forever, that story will stay with you forever. You smile as you remember, you were the one who stalled Dean as Sam had come to the rescue.

“Oh shit!” You say as your line tugs and gets stronger. You were too busy admiring the cotton candy sunset to see your fishing line got a bite. It was a warm afternoon, but turning brisk fast. Fall was settling in, you could tell as the wing picked up every now and then. The trees leaves turning the auburn colors. Setting your beer down, you reel it in, but your bait is completely gone.

“You never were good at fishing.” You quickly stand from a lousy folded plastic chair, and turn around to find Dean, smiling at your loss. Clearly shocked, you ask “What are you doing here? Cas told you didn't he. Lousy friend.”

You put your pole down, and open the cooler to offer Dean a beer. He takes it and slowly sits down on the edge of the dock, feet dangling. You sit down next to him, opening your own beer. “Where's Sam?” you ask.

“Working the case still.” He notices your cocked eyebrow from a side glance. As if he would ever leave Sammy alone, he continues, “It's easy, just some pyscho vengeful ghost.” He sips his beer, straring at the now setting sun.

Getting straight to it, you ask, “Why are you here Dean?” Staring at him, you notice the weariness.

He lowers his head, gripping his beer tight. You see his shoulders move up and down slowly. Sighing heavily, he looks at you, completely looks at you for the first time. It catches your breath, because you have never seen a man so broken, Dean so vulnerable. You can tell he's been fighting with himself, beating himself up over the events that took place. Defeated, face full of hatred for himself, he doesn't say a word. You see his jaw tighten, his temples twitching. Reaching for his shoulder to show trust, but he pulls away shaking his head. “I don't trust myself with you” He musters, as he stands up to walk toward the cabin. Thinking about chasing after him, forcing him to talk, but you can't move. Like cement, you stay planted in your spot. The sun finally sets, but you still sit there, listening to the sound of the frogs.

Grabbing your things from the dock, you head inside. What could you say to make him believe you. Would you believe yourself if you said, “Everything is okay.”? Is it? Inside, you notice Dean is cleaning up what seems to be like the bathroom mirror. Understanding what just happened, you bend down to help and he stops you. Gripping your hands tight, he says “No. You don't need to clean up my mess. Any of my messes.” With a dustpan, he walks to the trash to dump the shards of glass.

“What's that suppose to mean? Am I not allowed to care? To try to save you from yourself?” He winces at the last part.

Turning around to face you, but leaning against the kitchen counter, he looks at you cold and promises, “You will never have to save me again. I will never hurt you or anyone else again.” He looks down and then back up into your eyes, moving towards the door, “You wanna know why I'm here? I came here to say goodbye.”

Stopping him dead in his tracks, you look up at him wondering how you and Sam could even survive without Dean. You start to cry. It's not like you to let anything out, but you stand there, tears pouring out of your face. “No.” was all you could muster up. Very stearn, you said it again, “No.” He grabs you and pulls you in close. Hanging on to eachother, as if it's the last time.

You both stay like this awhile, not realizing it's way over due. “You're not leaving us. We won't let you.” you say confidently, and at this he lets go. He tenses again, trying to be strong, and insists “You and Sammy have to let me go. I've been nothing but trouble. I'm bad. I'm not worth your lives.” Clearly needing reassurance, but not knowing how, you yell, “I went through all of that for nothing?!” Talking with your hands like usual, brows furious now, you continue, “After everything, you still think you're not worth it? Sam and I have done everything for you, for us, for this family.”

He turns his back on you holding back tears, but instead letting out his frustration, “You don't what it's like to need constant saving. I need control of myself, I don't have control.” He yells as he punches the wall. It startles you.

“Oh, I don't know what it's like?” you start, “You don't think that I was ever at a low in my life. What losing my family did to me, the things I did in return. It wasn't until you and your brother, that I finally found solace!” you scoff, “Please you're not the only broken one around here.” Realizing that anger isn't the route to go down, you quietly move toward him. Pushing back the fear that has been dormant, you hold his hand. “We are family.” you say softly. “Family doesnt end in blood.” You wipe away the blood trickling from his knuckle with your shirt.

His hands are shaking now, as he holds them up inching closer to your neck. You flinch, and he tries to pull away. You immediatley grab his hands, and put them to your cheeks, making his squish them together a little. Tears welling up in your eyes, you let out a low, “i'm a little guppy...” It was something you two always did to cheer eachother up. Getting the other to laugh when you're both at a low point has been almost like a game. So far, he's beeing in the lead. Before you can finish, his lips are on yours. Waves of heat roll from your head to your toes, your wet cheeks brushing his scruff, and you give in, even being scared and uncertain. Dean pulls away, looks at you stearn, and says “I'm going to miss you.”

You're still standing not sure of what just happened, and you hear the door slam shut. It seemed as though your feet wouldn't move, but then you finally took a deep breath, turned around and bolted out the door. He was getting in the impala, but before he could jet off, you opened that door and ripped him out. Standing toe to toe, you slap him. That bottled rage unleashes. Then you connect your fist to his face. Unprepared, Dean fell against the car. Shocked at how hard you hit, he starts to realize you're not going to stop, so he holds your hands down. Red in the face from anger, and him red because well there's now blood pouring from his nose, you finally relax so he loosens his rains on you.

“What was that?!” You ask. “Who do you think you are? That is not okay. I am not okay.” Turning around, hands on your hips, shaking your head. Instantly defensive, you gasp, turn to face him, and make sure he knows, “I am not like every other girl. I don't deserve to be treated like any other girl.” He opens his mouth to say something, but you immediatley talk over him, “You're going to have to kill me.” Dean looks at you clearly confused. “Why do I have to kill you?”

Walking back and forth now, you respond, “Over my dead body...You're not walking out on us. Not Sammy, not me. Not our future. People need us, they need you.” Stopping, and turning to face Dean, you say, “I need you. And if you get in that impala, you better have shot me first because I won't stop looking for you.” Walking toward him now, pointing your finger in his chest, you end with “I refuse to give up on you.” At that, he looks down at you, smirks, and responds, “You're stubborn, you know that?” You break a smile, and say “I learned from the best.” Throwing you over his shoulder, he walks into the cabin.

Completely surprised as to what took place last night, you turn around and look at Dean's green eyes. Understanding now, the feelings that were dormant for so long. Realizing now that DemonDean only told the truth to hurt you.You put your hand to his face, brushing his cheek with the back of your finger, and he closes his eyes to just feel your touch. “You're not allowed to leave.” He nods, reaches for your hand with his, and lightly kisses your fingers. “I will never forgive myself...” He says, and you respond instantly, with your pointer finger shooshing his lips, “I forgive you, and will continue to remind you that you're the good guy.” Closing your eyes, thinking about the first time meeting these boys, not knowing how they would change your life for the better, you smile. He rolls you over with ease, and tucks you in close to his warm naked chest. Deep, and grunting, he says your name into your hair. You lift your head a little to let him know you're listening, “hm?” “I don't deserve this” he says, “I don't deserve you.” You respond while picking his hand up moving it closer to your chest, “Neither do I.”

#kay-is-krazy #spnfic #deanxreader #dean x y/n #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #dean x you #please dont steal #literallynotitle

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dsc4 · 5 years ago

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#🤟#to you the immortal #to your eternity #fumetsu no anata e #i just [cradles chapter 103 and 106 close to my chest and softly cries]#if the author is not a COWARD fushi could have romantic love w kahak bc they already have familial love w gugu n march n platonic w tonari

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night-springs · 6 years ago

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MARY idk if uve talked abt this before but what was violets relationship w/ julius like?? im super curious

KDSFHSDKF MICAH im so excited to talk abt this oh my god tysm….. also im so fucking sorry this took so long, i had way too much to say about it… ok so for context, violets canon playthrough order is vice kings > carnales > rollerz

…also, since its super obvious when reading this, i always wanted julius’ seemingly blatant distaste for johnny to have come into play in some form at like… any point in the series really. but since volition never went anywhere with it im taking it into my own lil gremlin hands

(background to this interpretation of julius)

in a word it was.. complicated. they were never close. when they met, julius was just looking for more recruits, the saints needed all the help they could get, but he thought he saw something in that skinny, terrified kid when him and troy saved her from being caught in the middle of a turf war. plus the kid owed him a life debt, and that aint a bad thing to have in his position. but, to violet… sure his speech about taking back the city to “save lives” was nice and all, but its not why she joined. she was homeless, starving, had nowhere to go and no options. she didnt even really have to think about the offer, becoming a saint just made sense. it was a step towards something, even if she didnt know exactly what it was, and so violet showed up in the churchyard the very next morning

from julius’ pov, violet took to fighting like a fish to water. capable, willing to do whatever it took, never talked back or questioned orders, and owed him their loyalty? to be honest she was basically the perfect little soldier. he thought this kid had a serious chance of being one of their key members… and he wasnt wrong. but in truth violet was terrified. when troy took her to buy a gun and had her kill someone for the first time with it, she managed to keep it together until she dropped him off and he was just out of sight. then she vomited all over the passengers seat of the car. the constant terror made it hard for her to sleep at night. a broken nose, bloody bandages over cuts from close calls with stray bullets, too many bruises to count and it didnt take long for her knuckles to become more scars than skin. for a while she was arguably more of a wreck than she was before she joined up

but at the same time, joining up improved things for violet. before this shed been sleeping in an alleyway, but now at night she could sleep in the church, and the other saints were friendly to her. then, when she got her first share of money? she went and bought herself a full meal and almost cried on the spot. soon, after pocketing as much cash as she could from dead rival gangsters wallets, she saved enough to get a loft right in saints row, and it was a shitty one, but she didnt fucking care. she loved that loft. from her point of view, julius was giving her the chance to save her own life. all she had to do in return was kill people for him. and she rationalized it to herself that way. if she had to kill other people to survive, then so be it

….and then violet began to realize how much of an adrenaline junkie she is, and holy fuck did she love to fight. if she had an opportunity to ditch the gun and just go in with a bat or even just her fists, she took it. the rush of risking her life became something she thought was fun. plus the respect she got as a saint? people were afraid of her, and she had anyone wearing purple on her side. the thrill, the power, the money, the loyalty… without her even really realizing it, running with gangs went from a means to an end to something that she enjoyed. but this change happens slowly, over the course of taking over stilwater. in truth, julius’ betrayal was what finally tipped her all the way

julius starts to hate her before they even finish off the vice kings. hed assigned her to helping out gat first, thinking even if dex was overseeing everything, their youngest lieutenant would need someone who could handle it if one of his crazy plans went south. but the trail of carnage and destruction violet and johnny left behind was the exact opposite of what julius wanted. he thought itd be over once the VKs were finished and he could assign violet to working with another (more stable) lieutenant, but after gat had taken that shotgun blast to the knee to help the kid escape and shed gone in alone to save him, the two were practically attached at the hip. the kid would follow gat around like a lost puppy, and the only person johnny spent more time with than violet was his girlfriend. then, once tanya was dead, he overhears a rumor that the supposedly mute kid could not only talk, but she would only speak to johnny or aisha. apparently gat had gone asking around if the kid had spoken to anyone else before him, and thats how everyone found out (gat was slightly offended when he found out violet spoke to aisha first, long before vi made that horrible hepatitis joke to him, and aisha had been keeping it a secret for her)

julius had never liked gat, he didnt care about ending the gang wars and was only there because he was bloodthirsty and lived for violence. and now he and the kid julius was becoming increasingly cautious of were feeding off of each others recklessness. not only were those two a volatile mix, but it seemed like julius was losing control of playa because of it… and that was bad news for him

johnnys sidelined, and banned from helping with any moves against the carnales and rollerz. julius told him it was because of his injury, which they both knew was a bullshit reason; hed been fucking up the vice kings just fine even with his messed up knee. gat did not take it well, and there was a shouting match that violet walked in on. vi was upset of course, her and gat were friends now and she liked running missions with him, but she wasnt going to argue. even if playa didnt understand julius’ decision, she didnt question him, but there was a lot of tension between johnny and julius after that, especially when it seemed like julius was actively trying to keep vi and johnny away from each other. anytime theyd hang out at the church, if julius saw them together you could feel the tension fill up the room, and more often than not hed just send violet out with some bullshit orders. the two quickly learned to hang out away from the church after that

by the time the carnales are history and theyre gunning for the rollerz, julius knows how badly he fucked up. thinking he could start a new gang, and control it? he was naive. theyd taken over almost all of stilwater, but at what cost? how much of the city had they destroyed along the way? and at the center of all that carnage was violet. the more of the city they take over because of her, the more disgusted she makes julius. he needed to stop the saints, stop her, but he has to do it carefully. if anyone realized it, or that he was trying to get playa killed, the gang would turn on him in an instant. the rest of the saints idolize playa, and they all know shes a big part of the reason for their success. if anything happened to julius, the gang would rally around violet, and he knows it

at first he was just sending her into risky situations because of the faith he had in her, but for a while now hed been sending her on straight up suicidal tasks on purpose, hoping someone would finally just take her out before she caused any more harm or became even more of a problem. but she just keeps coming back. doesnt matter if its just her against an entire stronghold of god knows how many seasoned gang members, shell walk out only a little worse for wear. julius starts to wonder just how terrifying this kid is, and all the while violet never even notices that julius is doing this, shes just doing what shes told. hes all praise whenever they speak, trying to keep her placated. troy notices the risks julius always seems to take with violet, but he just thinks julius is putting too much faith in the kid and driving her too hard. he starts trying to look after vi in his own ways to make up for it (thats how they become friends) but he never realizes julius’ true intentions until its far too late

vi and lin are flying solo now, with almost no help from the other lieutenants. julius makes it look like hes putting more faith in violet, no more kid gloves. of course vi and lin get in over their heads like that, and when lin gets killed and vi ends up in the hospital, julius wishes to god that she had just drowned in the river with lin

and then, soon after, its done. the vice kings, the carnales, the rollerz, theyre all a memory. the saints own the whole damn city, or whatevers left of it. and then julius gets arrested, and he finds out troy is a cop, and julius knows its all over…. but troy offers him a deal: get johnny and playa out, and he can walk. he gets the idea right there, to kill violet himself. theres no way shes going to stop, and julius knows it

violet knew driving over to the dock that she was walking into a trap, but if it was to get julius back, it didnt really matter. shed already murdered a major public figure and the chief of police trying to get him back, shooting her way out of another situation almost seemed pretty fuckin mild at that point. so it doesnt surprise her when hughes’ men surround her; no, what does surprise her is the sudden loud beeping, the confused look on hughes face, and something in her gut screaming at her to run. whether it was the wall of henchmen between her and the explosion, or the split second before the bomb went off that she used to rush forward and leap just over the railing that saved her life there, shes never sure. maybe it was both. either way, the burns scarring her back for the rest of her life show she didnt get off scot-free

five years later, and within 24 hours of waking up and breaking out of prison, shes already visited the police station and listened to the tapes. and once shes heard them, violet is seething. she did EVERYTHING for julius, became a murderer, risked her life, followed all his orders without question! and he took five years of her life away! tried to take all of it away! something in her just snaps, and she sets up the meeting with dex that same night

julius thought hed be meeting up with dex, but in truth he isnt surprised to see violet instead; hed been dreading the possibility of this day since he first learned that shed survived the explosion. but even so, even after what he did, it quickly becomes obvious that julius genuinely doesnt believe that violet will follow through with payback. and violet is livid, feels like somebody hollowed her insides out and theres nothing but anger under her skin anymore. despite everything he doesnt know her at all, still thinks shes this loyal little teenager who will do whatever shes told. a dog on a leash, because he never learned that she could be more than that, that she was more than that

and then, hearing him hold himself over her? violet knows who she is and whats she done, shes under no illusions about that. but hearing julius somehow think hes the good guy, that hes morally better than her after everything he did, everything he ordered her to do… it adds a whole new level of hatred. not to even mention how he tries to leverage saving her life over her again, after shed MORE than paid back that debt. thats the last straw, and she kills him. never regrets that choice for a single second for the rest of her life

after that, violets just… angry. shes like that for years. julius took everything good she ever had away from her, and every person she kills is another “fuck you” to his memory. gang member, cop, civilian, she doesnt care anymore. julius wanted to save the city from her? good. shell burn the whole fucking thing down just to spite him

she doesnt get over that for a long time

#JSDHGSFDG THIS TOOK ME SO LONG IM SO SORRY words are hard #man i love the 'trying to do the right thing in all the wrong ways' interpretation of julius....#b0one #asks #violet grey

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 8 years ago

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//what the fuuuuuuuuck??

i feel like i just walked into a different game

‘a foreigner’

well

maya is the direct descendant of freakin Mystic Ami

man i really hate Kooraheen

“I wonder if Maya has matured any since the last time I saw her?”

oh they tried, phoenix

they tried

but that shit doesnt fly

...apparently growing an inch well after you've naturally stopped growing does, though. oh well whatever

MAYAAAAA

“its on top of a mountain and its freezing”

“i think i can handle it”

bullshit phoenix youu fucking liar exercise and cold are your least favourite things

ahlbi: dont go in there that river is full of souls

phoenix: lol but what if i did

jesus phoenix

all this stuff about prayer has got to be taking the piss

i cant tell if this game is against religion or just... i have no idea

“it’s been many a day”

yeah like i dunno just a DECADE

many a day??????? what the fuck is this

“you have to train in Kooraheen because this is where the technique originated”

oh yes, totally not in Kurain, the place Mystic Ami, the founder of the Kurain Channeling Technique, founded. No way.

“all i learnt was to look like a nun”

yeah because youre iN THE WRONG PLACE MAYA

“seat-of-you-pants, come-from-behind wins”

“ok so it wasnt my finest hour. sue me.”

id marry this man

“yep! completed the full two years!”

wow so i guess the Incredible, Amazing-Special and Highly Spiritual Kooraheeneese training regimen is the equivalent of an associate degree.

“the high priest practically begged me to do it!”

mayas going to jail and he's the killer isn't he.

i love that theyre like “lady keera isn't like the deities we think of from back home; she was a really real person!!”

and its like

awkward for jesus.

I WANT PICTURES OF LADY KEERA! (slams table)

“sightings of her go back 2 years!”

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

“you think some regular cosplayer could take on a bunch of guys in costume alone????”

well i mean essentially every super hero is just that so

“thats why she's real!!”

ok, wearing a cloak and kicking a rebel in the balls now makes you a god. you heard it here first guys

something about all of this just makes me rly uncomfortable and i cant put my finger on it

“can we leave my hair out of this?”

once again phoenix worries more about his hair than... well, being called edgeless i guess

maya’s wearing a robe and she punched a lawyer in the face... i’d say that gets her canonized at least.

♫ he's got spurs, that jingle jangle jingle (jingle jangle) ♫

“Look! Its Acolyte Zeh’lot!”

me, wincing from the pain of the pun but also yelling: ITS FUCKIN AANG HLY SHIT

phoenix wright’s new fun personality gimmicks include: destroying foreign monarchies and having Unexplained Broken Spine Syndrome

I’d like to think capcom beat him with a gold club while reminding him that most of the oldest living attractive-enough-to-be-a-protagonist people in Ace Attorney are like 40

i dont know why but the image of a few brightly coloured monks hauling phoenix’s unconscious ass down a mountain is making me wheeze like nobodys business

ahlbi: miss mayas been arrested!

phoenix: (completely unshocked) what

(brutal murder has just occurred)

praying man: do you think we should get up??

praying man #2: nah were just part of the background.

ema failed the forensics exam because she continually took fingerprints without consent. confirmed

phoenix: i never thought id have to do another trial where the defence was unwelcome

you'd have to quit to achieve that kind of peace, phoenix

“he's calm and kind and almost always has a smile on his face”

correction; he’s haughty, condescending and almost always has a holier-than-thou smirk on his face.

theres so much cursing and exploding into flames in Kooraheen.

‘iii guess thiiiiis is what its like to live in a deeeeeeply religious society, huuuuuh’

i dont know how to feel about this

poor baby faces his least fav things; cold and high

oh crap not figure skater princess

oh dear god. this is ominous as fuck. phoenix is just like “that looks like...” and then its just. one huge EXAMINE button followed by her being the only choice.

I'm feeling deeply uncomfortable

“we know the killer is one of your own!”

HER ANCESTOR INVENTED–– AGGHHHNNN never mind

“in my country suspects are innocent until proven guilty”

we’ve all said it once and i’ll say it again

bullshit, capcom

“phony baloney”

“tweedledum and tweedledee did a number on her impression of foreigners”

what the fuck does that mean

who the fuck is he referring to

this is the tuna boat all over again

“who taught you to demonize a whole group of people anyway”

just sounds really stupid when the “people” in question are lawyers.

...is this the kooraheen version of (positive adjective) people

its marginally better than the regular SOJ (positive adjective) people

oh lady Kee’ra is katniss everdeen. she's even got the mockingjay and everything!

this reminds me a lot of Bridge

even figure skater princess is a bit like assistant!Franziska. but less amusing.

she’s rather helpful though, to a disgusting scum sucking lawyer like me.

idk Kurain village felt a lot more atmospheric than Kooraheen does. I’m not quite sure why... Might’ve been the music (which was awesomely spine-tingling)

but also something about just... the general feel? Like the strict rules of Kurain village felt more claustrophobic and stifling than the almost cartoonish seeming Super Prayer Aesthetic of Kooraheen. (who knows; maybe there are countries that spend 15 hours straight in prayer but idk them)

maybe Kurain village felt more realistic in that a single town housing nothing but mediums seems within the boundaries of reality, but an entire country completely based upon it does not.

Kurain felt like a small part of a bigger picture, whereas i feel like Kooraheen is a big picture with nothing much in it.

when is a medium-based case not a locked-room mystery???

cleared away snow... a broken lantern... gosh!!! THAT... REMIND ME OF SOMETHING

also phoenix taking more pictures is [100 emoji]

“almost... boggles the mind...”

he didnt seem scared but his vision did blur

maybe he got

high

haha h ah hah hah ha

a full body poncho is a great fighting outfit

i wonder if spider-kee’ra is a fella in disguise

“I wonder if he has amnesia”

either youre sherlock fucking holmes or that was rly forced. he said like 2 words to you.

characters who look like theyre gonna shoot u thus far:

-Precious bobby

-dirty hobo eating lizards

mind reading lizard eating hobo

hes a power ranger!!!

you ask this man, phoenix wright, to move on???

you fool

“all my tools were confiscated at the airport”

oh except this HUGE SPRAY BOTTLE OF LIQUID

ema: (backhandedly mentions klavier)

me: (clenching fist with a tear in my eye) someday

“Who’d have thought you’d get caught up in something like this? And so far from home?”

phoenix pls

“Besides, I thought you’d be used to being the usual suspect by now!”

[wheezes] that was like 3 lines before this unholy contradiction

(cries) the bars are so wide he can hold his pwecious bffs hand thru them

like. if he wanted to.

also the music is surprisingly nice and atmospheric. very subtle and gentle and not an atonal mess like the investigation theme.

oh fuck i forgot you were here rayfa

maya just called herself a foreigner. fuck you capcom.

“ive never eaten anything better in my life”

MAYA HOW COULD YOU FORSAKE BURGERS

NOOOOO

fucking fuck rayfa

she's

the master

of the kurain

technique

oh i see. she's been keeping her talent a ‘secret’

cant FUCKING WAIT to find out what the bullshit excuse plot twist is!!!

“I found this”

and why do you,,,,, still have it maya,,,, while ur in jail

kurain guards suck ass

why did she... bring up the ladder argument

it came right the heck out of nowhere after she says she's gonna ‘keep it real’ from now on. is she saying that was stupid and frivolous?? damnit fuckin fuck SOJ dont mock the most precious running gag in the series thats poor fuccking taste

priest is a rebel isn't he

“We’re not in Kansas anymore...”

could’ve fooled me, y’all

“All Abord the Phoenix Freedom Express”

that omnibus sure came a long way...

rayfa doesn't speak japanifornian very well, only khumerican.

yikes, another ‘examine person’ scenario.

“are you she”

..........................phoenix

everyone’s so shocked that a woman is communicating with the dead in a country wHICH REVOLVES AROUND COMMUNICATING WITH THE DEADKJ HKFH; GHHL /

Wait, Datz isn’t kooraheenese?

three hole??????? three hole????? duhhh.... three hole.......... i dont know huhuhuhuuh

“theres an unusual custom”

not depicting a religious figures is an unusual custom????? they have got to be taking the piss

“I think its stunning!!” so stunning that i will steal the poster hahahaha

HSHFGSJK AAAHHH THE PLUMED PUNISHER

KILL IT

KILL IT WITH FIRE

(weeps in relief)

thank you for.... dousing the pain with the original.... my soul is cleansed.

so what if she called herself lovely

she is lovely

let a gal have some confidence in herself, phoenix.

eyyyyy psyche locks and their badass 2013 theme. I'm down for this

a three pronged arrow is such a stupid fucking idea. they do know that the shape of an arrow is designed to go in easily and be difficult to pull out, right??

Rayfa knows words like “Meritorious” in English, but not the implicit meaning of Freedom Express.

youve gOT BALLS FOR A LAWYER

THIS GAME CAN GET AWAY WITH “YOUVE GOT BALLS” BUT APOLLO CANT SAY ‘FUCK’????

Inga’s like Redd White but less funny. amusing in that he calls phoenix ‘white’.

also what kind of cigar is he smoking that has wax on the end??? that cant be healthy

#sulking over SOJ #ooc #long long looooooong post

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dicaxasinus · 7 years ago

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all the questions for sophia and peter

can u hear me screaming about having to answer 90 questions at once from canada. can u cel. can u.

Sophia Cervantes

1. Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

sophias got 2 siblings, an older sister named abigail and a younger brother named felix, but shes closer to felix than abigail bc 1) hes more fun and 2) hes in school to be a doctor and is willing to help her sometimes when superhero-ing goes less than well

2. What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

it was okay? like her mom was encouraging about anything she wanted to do and she was the one to actually try to help sophia whenever her daydreams started manifesting as illusions but she didnt do a lot to stop her dad whenever he got on the ‘you need to do better’ train.

3. What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

her dad was always trying to push an intense sibling rivalry onto his kids and up until college he succeeded. but saying stuff like ‘you got an A- on this test? [sibling] got an A+ on theirs, and you can do better than them’ just kinda fostered a lot of bitterness towards him for all of his kids so its not really the best relationship.

4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

i dont know about fundamentally but she probably saw something happen on the news and thought ‘... i could do something about that’ and then started superhero-ing. itd probably be when chime came into the picture that she started stepping up her game so that she could like. actually fight physically her powers arent exactly combat oriented.

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

pocket lint and her trusty kazoo and thats all thatll fit womens pockets are stupid

6. Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

not that i can think of?

7. Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

nah dont think so

8. Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

shes not a gun person she doesnt fight to kill she fights to arrest and bring to trial

9. Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

she grew up pretty well-off and thats why she and her siblings were pushed so hard to succeed and she and felix at least are probably still financially dependent on their dad so? probably not? she trying to break away from that but shes still in law school so its Tough to do that

10. Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

she goes for practicality and comfort so it really all depends on the weather. she doesnt like crop tops or anything like that tho so definitely not less clothing.

11. In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

either the first time she confronted chime and was woefully unprepared or the time that she and chime had to work together to fight somebody Worse and it all went to hell both were pretty frightening

12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

probably when shes alone in her room and she can just let her daydreams go and take her wherever her imagination can create (guest starring daydream construct lenore sometimes but that just makes sophia embarrassed even though she knows nobody else is there to see any of it)

13. Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

shes not bothered if its like bloody nose blood but if its like someone is bleeding out on the sidewalk blood then shes bothered, she doesnt like seeing it in huge amounts, it makes her feel nauseous bc she cant do anything to help that she doesnt know how

14. Does your character remember names or faces easier?

names, she cant always recognize someone on their face alone, if she could shed probably be able to figure out who chime is more easily.

15. Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

shes probably never had to think about it tbh so not really

16. Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

its kinda ingrained in her since childhood to equate success with happiness so thanks dad

17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

she saw the spongebob episode with the imagination box and took it to heart

18. Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

i wanna say wisdom but given how hard shes been pushed since forever shes probably going to look down a little on people who dont have any ambition whatsoever

19. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

shes not great at talking about important issues, whether its something she feels or something that she thinks the other person might feel. she just kinda tries to laugh it all off and hope it goes away eventually.

20. In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

probably both. shes probably like ‘yeS i did better than abigail on this thing fuck yeah’ but then also like ‘i placed third in the class on this thing im clearly a failure’ everythings pass/fail and the only acceptable place is the Top

21. If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

shes quick to blame others if it seems reasonable. like say there was some fire. shed probably think ‘i could have saved more people if i had gone a little faster’ but shes not going to blame herself for the place burning down, thats the fault of the arsonist, u feel?

22. What does your character like in other people?

she likes when people can debate with her and not just agree. like dont get me wrong she loves being right but she likes being able to prove it even more and when someones debating with her it means theyre listening and not just tuning her out and nodding vacantly.

23. What does your character dislike in other people?

she doesnt like when people have 0 sense of humor like when she does something stupid for laughs (eg: the kazoo) if someones looking at her like shes the dumbest person alive for it then shes gonna get irritated and never want to be around them ever again.

24. How quick is your character to trust someone else?

with all her secrets? almost never youll have to kill her first or find out on your own. to be friends? talk to her for 10 minutes and youre friends

25. How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

if she sees someone acting shifty shes going to suspect them of something even if shes not sure what and keep a closer eye on them. if shes close with that person and is looking at them through the rose-colored lenses (lenore) she might not notice as quickly.

26. How does your character behave around children?

she acts pretty silly and will play games and stuff with them. one time she taught all the younger cousins on her dads side of the family to play the kazoo. she told felix she felt like the pied piper of kazoos as they all paraded around the family reunion annoying the shit out of e v e r y o n e

27. How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

sophias thought process: will words work? yes? use them. no? how about illusions? yes? use them. no? Fists

28. How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

as quick as necessary but its not usually her first choice

29. What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

she decided pretty young that she wanted to help fix things in the world so law was the goal bc in her mind it combined justice and success

30. What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

she hates having her hands & hair feel gross if one of them does then she needs to wash it immediately no questions. it doesnt matter if she just got licked by a puppy that hand needs to be washed now

31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

shes in her room. the door is closed, the only light comes from two nightlights on opposite sides of the room. shes under all of her blankets in the comfy pjs and her pillow is delightfully cool. she lets her mind wander from all the tests papers and responsibilities she has and watches a movie of her minds creation play out not in her head but actually in front of her eyes. shes warm, happy, and calm.

32. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

shes out as phantasm, just finished a job, and now the press is there. theyre asking so many questions. shes tired and wants to leave but theyre a mob. shes gotta figure out a way to escape without leading someone back home.

ALTERNATIVELY

shes at a family reunion, just finished a semester, and now her aunts are there. theyre asking so many questions. shes tired and wants to leave but thats rude. then tia asks, ‘when are you going to get a boyfriend?’ shes gotta figure out a way to escape without letting her whole extended family know shes Super Gay

33. In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

defensive but willing to improve, shes had Experiences being criticized before but shes always willing to improve anyway

34. Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

probably try something different, even if its just slight differences like ‘this part is what didnt work if i just change it a little then it should work this time.’

35. How does your character behave around people they like?

shes gonna try to make them laugh. people like to laugh so if she makes them laugh then she Wins bc that probably means they like her. then she can try to impress them in other ways and make them like her more

36. How does your character behave around people they dislike?

37. Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

im gonna say honor tho i dont really know how applicable it is? what status does she have

38. Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

remove the problem/threat definitely if shes not the target then someone else might be and she Wont Have That

39. Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

she got bit by a dog once but it didnt really have much effect it happened when she was old enough to know that she probably did something it didnt like the owner of the dog apologized immediately so she doesnt have a lasting fear of dogs or anything

40. How does your character treat people in service jobs?

she treats them with respect shes not a barbarian

41. Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

shes gotta earn it and shes gonna Fight for what she wants

42. Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

nah

43. Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

nah

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

she doesnt usually say it cause she doesnt have anyone to say it to other than family but she sure does think it a lot when she does have someone to think it about. and shes def not gonna say it if she doesnt mean it

45. What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

she doesnt really know whats gonna happen and thats the scary part. the not knowing. also the fact that shes probably gonna leave some things unfinished and she doesnt want that. thats what scares her.

Peter Brennan

1. Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

theyve got some cousins that are around their age but nobody particularly close.

2. What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

their mom is supportive of their endeavors in sports and in academics but hopes that their being nonbinary is just a phase and forgets a lot so thats. something

3. What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

their dad loves going to peters track meets and cheers The Loudest no matter what happens peter could lose and hed be like ‘youll get em next time sport’

4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

like before idk if this is ‘fundamentally’ but when they were little they were reading some comic book about The Flash and it was storming outside and they saw a tree get struck by lightning and thought it was the coolest shit ever so they decided ‘i wanna be like the flash’ and thats how they got started with track and science together

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

their phone, a coin for decision making, and at least 1 pen

6. Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

they dream about flying a lot

7. Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

nah

8. Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

theyre a kid they have not fired a gun ever

9. Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

theyre still growing up

10. Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

more usually, its basketball shorts and hoodies for this kid

11. In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

any time jessie drags them into a haunted house at 3am and makes spooky ghost sounds then claims ‘it wasnt me dude’

12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

theyre in a car and its raining and the sound of it is just nice to hear

13. Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

only in the sense that it means somebody is hurt usually

14. Does your character remember names or faces easier?

it takes peter like at least 3 interactions with somebody to remember them unless it was something crazy

15. Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

not really cause again they probably didnt have to think about it too much

16. Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

happiness definitely

17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

they were big into webkinz their fav was the mini golden retriever

18. Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

ambition bc that ambition can be like ‘im going to find bigfoot’ and thats way more fun than wisdom

19. What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

theyre like 14 they havent had a relationship but probably just immaturity would be their biggest flaw at this point

20. In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

validation i think

21. If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

if its their fault/their idea theyll take responsibility and theyll only take the blame for someone else if theres some kinda Bigger Consequence if it was the other persons fault but otherwise? theyre gonna blame someone else

22. What does your character like in other people?

the ability to have a Good Time

23. What does your character dislike in other people?

when theyre unable to keep up with them in any sense of the word whether thats intellectually or

24. How quick is your character to trust someone else?

pretty quick if they made a good impression

25. How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

theyre not too suspicious in general tbh so regardless of whether theyre close or not theyre not gonna suspect people too much

26. How does your character behave around children?

they dont

27. How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

‘hey man can you maybe relax a little’

28. How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

theyre not violent theyre just speedy so theyd probably run away first

29. What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

theyre still dreaming of going into science and theyre Making It Happen

30. What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

thick layers of dust on things so like in a room that hasnt been used or touched in a year and theres like an inch of dust on every flat surface and theres cobwebs everywhere theyre just Disgusted

31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

theyre in front of a camera with their best friend talking about science and whats happening in whatever it is theyre doing and then seeing what happens

32. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

someones flirting with them. thats it. they dont know how to react so they just kinda laugh uncomfortably and try to bail

33. In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

always willing to improve

34. Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

depends if its an actual problem that needs solving or if its just an experiment theyll try something else if its an actual problem but if its an experiment theyll keep trying the original method so that they can gather data

35. How does your character behave around people they like?

extremely clingy and boisterous needing a break after interacting with them is probable

36. How does your character behave around people they dislike?

peters gonna act like normal but kinda pointedly exclude the people they dislike and hope they Get The Hint

37. Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

uh the school has an honor code for a reason? its gonna be respected no cheating in this house

38. Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

remove themselves but the threat is usually a chance for ghosts and like fuck peters gonna try to move a ghost

39. Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

not bitten but they got scratched by a cat when they were little and now they dont like them very much and then their dog also got scratched by a dog once so when theyre out running and they see a cat theyll make a pretty wide berth to Stay Away

40. How does your character treat people in service jobs?

with pleases and thank yous their lives are hard enough dammit

41. Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

earn they train and study hard all the time they deserve to treat themself for that

42. Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

nah

43. Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

nah

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

they tell their dog that they love him every day and they mean every word of it

45. What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

if they die theyre coming back as a ghost and haunting the shit out of jessie bc they probably got killed by another ghost in some haunted house that he dragged them to

#epsilon says shit #sophia #peter #this took like three hours its finally done #ingridlake

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2017-07(July)-25--Tuesday - theyre everywhere....

A usual, swarms of abos are on the streets, including young and school-aged abos WHO NEVER EVER go to any school despite a school being just across the road less than a minute walk away and visible in sight of them all, all day. NO, instead they roam all the streets, invade peoples yards and properties, and are criminal.

Literally swarms of them came out of the rented picket fenced house with the huge hole smashed in it's boundary fence by abo's. It included newer converts to being criminal and wanna-be abo's who are not abo.

They, the majority, all swarmed out through the hole in the fence and all filed into the abo criminal household two houses away from there.

Just one of then split away on pushbike and rode away, but of course he will shortly return.

There has been abos walking all over the streets.

Forget about anything you have ever heard about pupil 'free days' at any school......for these criminals EVERYDAY it's a school free zone where none of them ever goes to school, even though there's one across the road. They just hang around with older thugs and criminals and the mini-criminals soon too become thugs and criminals....you know the EXACT same shit I forecasted was happening and evolving and getting worse well over a year ago.

What new bullshit will come about I wonder........a school renamed to 'honour' the abo criminal in Kalgoorlie who stole a motorbike and got himself run over and killed?

What might the school name be or their mottos?.....steal, die it's all the same to us, just let us do what we want or we will steal from you and kill you......we are just picked because we are criminals so we break the laws that try to make us be normal......give us your kids and we'll make them criminal like us in no time for the rest of their life or they will die trying we'll make sure of that.......anyone of us criminals who dies then we'll just make two more to honour us.......try less or die trying to be less......

All this shit is a massive spiral downward that never ends and just increases.

So much for information I heard earlier that the abo criminal house had been evicted. That's just been wishful/hopeful thinking that was thwarted by the criminal abos. All they did was to camp out in other associated abo's houses just as they ALWAYS do on any other day. Every day is the same of criminality to them. It's also a way to thwart being discovered by authorities who might come visiting......

And something I heard recently was that they were housing abo's all about so as NOT to make ghettos of the abos and the areas they were put in......all THAT is utter bullshit innocents and uninformed have been lead to believe....it's the exact opposite in the streets in this hellhole......EVERY DAY JUST BRINGS ON NEW FORMS OF SHIT AND RE-EDITIONS OF THE SAME SHIT.......

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It's been as school day, but ALL day abos and associated criminal have NOT gone to school but instead have been prowling all about the streets, going back and forth and forth and back to the Koongamia shops , endlessly buying andor thieving stuff, to stuff their faces full of shit, and to throw around all the bags and wrappers to fly over the streets and get into peoples yards.

They've been going non-stop from one abo house to another, and the asociated houses to the abo's.

So much for the utter bullshit of them being turfed out. They have in fact multiplied and cross-pollinated all across the criminal households, hiding out in anyones they choose before going out again at any time of the day.

So much for the authorities promising to try to keep a lid and control on the criminals. Utterly useless.

Walking on the roads, criminal abo adults and criminal kids all together...all one big delirious criminal loose abo tribal clan of several houses......

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At night, all in the darkness, roaming up an down the streets and all about, probably invading vacant properties so they can break in and steal more stuff as the places are being cleaned up andor renovated. That's what the criminal abo's do......

And why do you think those houses have residents gone? - It's because of the damned criminal abo's and criminals and their constant criminality night and day. Forget all that public relations news story bullshit you keep seeing in the West Australian and Australian media, NONE of that applies to these criminals here.

Last night......ALL night, hour after hour after hour, there has been abo voices roaming and yelling out loudly all in the darkness on the streets and lurking about the Koongamia shops areas....bangs and crashes, and sounds like mad criminal abo's jumping on carports and sheets of sheetmetal tin roofing as they do shit.....

At exactly 11pm, there was the overweight fat abo woman from the 3 Kalara Way abo criminal household roaming the streets and taking along with her fully-fledged mini-criminals in the darkness.......she carried a very bright fluro? flashlight that she flashed over innocent residents houses and into house windows they passed and over any innocent residents parked cars they saw (as a prelude to smashing into them and robbing them?, which is known that they do), and they of course were loudly yelling out sporadically to each other like insane rabid apes in the darkness......

THIS is just part of all the shit that goes on all the time here.....

Where do you think all the insane, and criminal, and criminal drug addict aboriginals went after Cullacabardee (was evicted?) (which was incredibly bad enough and criminal), and then the second or third incarnation of the aboriginal feifdom of Bropho and his huge band of family mafia-style criminals and all their supporters and exploited aboriginal slaves dispersed to when their encampments were shut-down, and destroyed....? -- They moved into urban areas. And authorities and people declared all was solved. - IT WAS NOT.

And also in addition are the swarms of criminal aboriginals and other criminals all coming down from up remote north, and from the remote east parts of West Australia....all the shittiest most criminal most feral and vicious abo's who not only prey upon anyone they come across, but they also criminally prey upon fellow aboriginals and fellow family members. -- If theri crimiality becomes to apparent and causes to much 'heat' for them...they just get in a vehicel and travel off, ither to other places in Western Australia or back to far-flung country places in Western Ausralia. - That travelling about causes a lot of bullshit statistics that gets bandies abou how much 'good' certain things like departments or schemes or trial concepts are doing. It constantly fizzles out and goes back to the shit it was before as the criminals return or new ones arrive and take up camp. -- Why do you think all the shit has been going on for DECADES, MANY MANY DECADES........it's not the fault of well-meaning others, but it's the faults of theose theyare trying to help who keep dragging themseves and everyone around them back into foetid shit. Now, a newer fad is that all it's dressed up with pretty flags and women prancing about in the media as if to show all it needs is women to take charge and the everything will be 'alright'......

The terrible legacy of crime and criminality and preying upon by Robert Bropho (who is long dead) STILL is going on by others and his criminal associates.

And Police and authorities, and others inlcuding aboriginal departments and innumrous unnamed others, they wonder why all this shit is STILL going on, crime is STILL going on, and rising and worst of all spreading like a lethal virus all through all other communities and afflicting and making innocent residents everywhere suffer....

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Bropho

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swan_Valley_Nyungah_Community

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2014-03-18/swan-valley-nyungah-community-camp-cleared-for-reserve/5328756

The Swan Valley Nyungah Community ghetto and private kingdom run by Bropho was NOT the first incarnation and try.

There were others, such as the one just out of Koongamia which had huts and toilets and shit built for them next to a disused brick clay pit. That's ALL gone. Maybe there's some toilet block rubble for you to discover if you looked. The Roe Highway destroyed much of the ground area.

There was also encampents in and around the Guiidford church area (which is located away from the town of Guildford by a railway line). The church and it's grounds are still there I believe. The Church was trying to be 'christian' and accomodating, and offering sanctuary of it's grounds to them all. Butall it did wa to create another place they could camp out in and on, get drunk, and drugged-up, and become a base for crime. - Eventually they were all turfed out but the church itself remained.

Then Bropho and his cronies started up the Swan Valley Nyungah Community and took command of a large area, then had it fenced off with bared wire to keep OUT anyone from coming in, and to keep IN all the designated Bropho 'elite' and their virtual hapless aboriginal 'servants and slaves' and innumerable 'relations' and criminals. - Alcohol, booze and illegal drugs were rife, and used as incentive and rewards.

The Swan Valley Nyungah Community was a CONSTANT source of crime and criminality, and so was another place they started up further along the street and which then became the defacto 'headquarters' of Bropho and his criminals abd criminality until eventually authorities acted after many YEARS of crime and criminality and blatant oppression of all innocents.....

Where do you think all the shitheads went?

Well they infested Midland, Guildford, and any and all the places they could, including the area and streets all around this hellhole.

ALL this happened AFTER dear innocent Fliss came here to live with me in a new life. Ahe saw a LOT of this going on. And she and I experienced the fallout from a lot of it. ALL THAT I HAVE BEEN BLAMED FOR!

:-( ' ' '

Go outside this hellhole area and there will all 'seem' and 'look' fine and okay, but all those places are hunting grounds upon innocents for the abo criminals and their fellow criminals aboriginal or white.

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Aircraft noise and increased air traffic from low flying aircraft from Perth Airport has become intolerable again. -- They LOVE to encourage any international flights and travel companies to foreign near-countries so that inane 'holidays' for well-to-do jetsetter holidayers who try to convince themselves they are affluent and are just as good as all the feckless unthinking exploitative rich people.

Aircraft noise is around 2 big loud jets per minute non stop that goes on for hours, has a short break, continues again, has more breaks, the continues all day until later in the day all the damned reverse of it all occurs and the damend jets all noisily idle-in like foetid stinking diesel trucks idling just outside your open bedorom window with the noise and stench into your house and bedroom. -- Again, all the shit you never hear about or is told in any media.

And all this is just SOME of the hell that I am in, and so is dear Sam and dear Max.

At the moment as I type this, they're crying and deperately want to lay down and go back to bed. And so I will try to to. Whilst now all the damned NOISY and stinking road vehicles start up and take their turn upon the roads making noise and spewing out fumes.

Here's a prediction/forecast......Holden Australia (a General Motors (USA) vehicle company offshoot), they will be closing down in Australia for good soon. All the unemployed workers will be tossed out on their ears. But I imagine all the vehicle stocks will then be sold off in 'special deals' to hapless Australian public but also to the aresholes and shithads who tear around in vehicles and make life a misery for all. - THEY will swoon to own Holden vehicles, as big and noisy and powerful as they can, and they will tear about all over the Australian roads. - Wait and see how all THAT plays out for road safety for all innocents.

And of course the feral criminal aboriginals and asociated crimials who's cars of choice used to be high-powered Ford vehicles, but who then switched to Holden's.....they will of course be buying up (or stealing) plenty of Holden vehicles.

Holden will 'end' on a celebratory bang, and everyone will convince themselves that maybe the Australian company could be 'saved' by all of this. But it won't be. It'll all be too little, too late.

It WON'T stop the criminal car thieving by criminal aboriginals and criminals, it'll just become lesser news, or perhaps it will morph into becoming other news, especially if any politicians get involved or are victims.

That's what goes on in West Australia and in Australia.

Meanwhile the streets and houses are filling up with criminal aboriginals, and other associated criminals, and nothing is ever EVER getting better in this hellhole.

To 'appear' as if one criminal household was 'moving out', all they did was to crowd into other houses right next door and across the road. And ALL day and night, they just travel from on house to the other and ALSO back to the 'moved out' houses. (effectively covertly re-filling it up again.) - These are all the lies they peddle upon authorities, the authorities who then lie to innocents that all the 'troubles' are being 'solved'......

And of course the school-aged criminals NEVER EVER GO TO SCHOOL. Instead they roam about the streets and watch them, and cause and perform crime. - They're growing up to be just like all their relations, all their family, and all of them are criminal. And that includes the toddlers in diapers who scream so VERY VERY loudly as they wander about by themselves on the roads and footpaths. They do NOT cry for despair, all they yell and loudly cry for is to be rewarded with something to shut them up. A habit they take and use ALL their life, just as everyone they live with does.

NOBODY has (or wants to admit) how bad all this is.

P@6:33am. -- I have only had a few hours broken sleep. I was forbidden sleep by criminal roaming abo's in the streets yelling out to each other, and before that they were roaming the streets leading up to darkness. -- I LOVE YOU FLISS AND WANT TO BE WITH YOU. YOU HAVE NO IDEA AT ALL OF THE HELL HERE, NONE AT ALL. I WONDER IF YOU CHUCKLE OVER HOW TERRIBLE ALL THIS HELL IS FOR ME AND FOR POOR DEAR SAM & MAX. - WE ALL WANT TO BE WITH YOU JUST AS YOU AND I TALKED ABOUT AND YOU PROMISED IN LATE 2015. - PROMISES UNKEPT ARE LIES AND DECEIT ARE SIN.

And my internet is shit once again....just as it has been on and off for YEARS now. And THAT occured and started just at the time when in 2015 when dear Fliss was having her terrible medical and mental episodes and we were thrust into HELL. The stuff with the criminal abo's is in ADDITION to all of that. - The terrible situation (with the internet connectivity & speed of NO connectiviy andor NO speed) even amongst others has even made the local news. The relevant companies answer? - Let us monitor you 24/7 to see what 'imagined problems you might have.......translation: we'll cover our own arses and use it all in our public relations to make ourselves look good as if we're all doing a faultless job that we're making lots of money on, and the longer we keep doing this endless job, the more money it makes us.

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