#third of all I don’t even hate him cause he did it smh

[mex-sickos]

Honestly the worst part about the o movie (not putting any respect on his name) is that now my incredibly niche and batshit hatred of that little bitch is a topic people seriously want to debate me about

[nacaharachuya]

Okay so i realised im a fucking idiot and that i’ve been sending you shit through “?” And i have no idea where those messages go through so whoopdy doo ig but in my defence i wasnt able to send anything any other way bc.. uhh.. yeah my email wasn’t confirmed n all that. Im telling u man i’m a whole ass boomer rn🤦‍♀️ can’t even remember how to send an ask smh.

Anyways i only now finished reading svs because i’ve been putting it off in favour of reading different fics (works from other fandoms and… ooc soukoku fics. Listen i hate mischaracterisation as much as the next guy but i find them very entertaining okay) and AAAUURGGHH WHAT A BANGER. The way you write is immaculate if svs was a food it’d have a savoury taste like i’d be liking my fingers n shit. I found out about it when you posted on twitter you updated it (it was the smut chapter, by the way) and i was like “huh” and decided to read it and my god am i glad I didn’t skip over that tweet.

Idk if this was on purpose or not but verlaine is kinda cringefail in your fic and i love it. I am a firm believer that as badass as verlaine is he is undeniably embarrassing and i need MORE of that.

My one criticism for svs is that we needed more adam scenes. He should have been added like really, unnecessarily early on in the fic and act as a third wheel in the fic. But like a third wheel soukoku did not want or ask for but he’s just kinda there they can’t really get rid of him. Chuuya and dazai in their divorce arc arguing and adam is in the background thinking “i could crack a really funny joke from this” (on that note i added the lines “Adam’s blabbering makes more sense now, so they act as if nothing has happened. “When I lift this veil, you will seal the deal with a kiss.” He can’t stop himself from laughing, “I hope you enjoyed that joke too.” “We didn’t,” Verlaine says from across the shrine. “Paul be quiet.”” In my “collection of fanfic lines I chuckled at” in my notes. He’s so silly i love him. I love how he laughs at his own jokes he just like me fr.)

Anyways here are like two extra svs doodles. I keep thinking about how you said that chuu can fluctuate between genders (literally) and its so… zamn.

And reading the scene where verlaine is brushing chuuya’s hair inspired me to draw this

I have no idea how long chuuya’s hair is supposed to be like idk if it’s “yeah his hair is a little longer than it is in canon haha” or “yeah mf got some LONG ass hair looking like rapunzel”. Also I don’t remember if his lil ribbon was red or blue but.. i jus went with blue and i didn’t know if the pearls were supposed to be like on his head or woven into his braid so i just went with the latter. And again ALSO i know he was barefoot but i’m not drawing his fucking dogs okay.

This ask is long as hell never let me talk again LMAO

Currently looking at a detail i forgot in the drawing… not pointing it out in hopes you don’t notice it either smh but GOD DAMMIT 🤬🤬🤬

DAWG I OPENED THIS YESTERDAY IN SHOCK IA M ALWAYS BLOWN AWAY BY YOUR ASKS AND ART IT MAKES ME FEEL SO LOVED AND SO CRAZY LIKE!?!?! I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT ENOUGH TO MAKE ART I SAVE IT AND LOOK AT IT CONSTANTLY ;_; IM LIKE.....

AND ALSO THANK YOU. I need svs criticism and ur right I should have introduced more characters earlier I just got carried away with skk because...IDK BUT ADAM WAS MY SAVING GRACEE. He was so silly I wanted to add him sooner but I was like wait....no... BUT HE IS IN THE SEQUEL!!! DW!!! His silly ass is there and he's cracking them jokes and Verlaine is like o_o. THE ADAM LINES WERE SO FUN TOO CAUSE HE'S NOT CRINGE HE'S JUST....HIM.

Verlaine is cringe-fail on purpose tho and I'm glad you saw that because I see him as an incredibly pathetic person who can't do normal human things. He would like bite open a metal can or rip it open with his hands because he doesn't know what a can opener is. He is that type of guy.

The art is just immaculate bro like straight-up BEAUTIFUL. Chuuya's literal genderfluidity is something I'm glad people like cause when I imagine divinity I think of someone not bound by sex or gender and whatnot plus I just don't think he'd give a fart. so like....world's most wonderful tits...but he's shorter.

THE WEDDING OUTFIT IS SENDING ME TO THE GRAVE THO LIKE. IT"S PERFECT AND IDK WHAT DETAIL YOU MISSED CAUSE I FORGET EVERYTHING BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT I"M. THE HAIR LENGTH I DIDN"T SPECIFIY !!! He looks so *crying emoji cause I don't have my phone* you don't have to draw his toes I just think barefoot chuu running up the stairs to meet dazai is very him. perseverance.

BOYCACA WHAT IS YOUR TWT LET ME FOLLOW YOU AND BOTHER YOU THERE AND SPREAD THE BOYCACA AGENDA

[partnersatfazbear]

Fazbear Frights: What We Found Analysis

Here’s my analysis for What We Found, the third story in Gumdrop Angel. I wrote this as I read so it may be a little different than my previous analysis where I read the story first and went back.

If you’re a Michael Afton fan I highly recommend this. Also, there’s possibly some insight into William Afton, Mrs. Afton, and Henry too, so it’s worth a skim.

Pg 144 '...a place thirty-some years forgotten' Just reconfirming FNAF 3 is 30 years past *one* of the FNAF closings, presumably FNAF 2 location.

Pg 145 "The whole building was giving him [Hudson] a headache." FIX THE VENTILATION BRUH

Pg 148 '...they were able to use salvaged derelict equiptment original to the old pizzerias.' Another confirmation of something we heard from Phone Guy.

Pg 147 "How old are you?" "Twenty-three, same as you." I think this gives us Michael's age during FNAF 3.

EDIT: This kept me awake last night. Obviously this is impossible because he has to be alive for at least 10 years before 1983, BUT maybe its just reconfirming FNAF 3′s year? 2023?

Pg 149 "Hudsan's dad died and his mom married Lewis, a ridiculous balding man who wore plaid vests and smoked a pipe" Did... Did this book just seriously imply Mrs. Afton left William for Henry? Really? (Yes, there's differences; the husband is dead and the man wears plaid 'vests' but it seems very odd to include that detail. This could just have been the writer's own imagination, though.) I have seen this as a fan theory and 100% explains the jealousy aspect of William, but I can't help but kinda hate it. I think this is very important, though, and probably Scott's intention. "This horrible little man [Lewis]... would make Hudson's next ten years a living Hell" This REALLY intrigues me given the context I just went over. The text implies Lewis was fairly neglectful to our main character / Michael stand-in Hudson. Maybe I'm wrong and for some reason Mrs. Emily left and went to William? XD Haha, I'm reading too much into this page. Maybe I'll come back to this later. I figure it's more of Scott possibly including double-details (contradicting stuff with the same character that really applies to two, which has been something I heavily pointed out in previous anaylsis on this blog) Having said that, I'm going w/the former because I can't imagine Henry being abusive (neglectful yes, abusive no) and he's never been portrayed that way in official works like William has in the novels.

Pg 150 "Hudson began to screw up in class...a product of spending the night in fear that his stepfather [Lewis]... [would] beat him just for the fun of it." Ooof. Big confirm on William actually being abusive. Unless we stick with the Henry theory for Lewis (combined with Midnight Motorist Henry theory / alcoholic). "...near-daily beatings..." "his mom started taking pills to get through the day..." So, whoever Mrs. Afton is, she was definetly not paying attention. But then, most people married to serial killers either don't notice because of denial (like this) or because the killer is so manipulative / careful they can't notice.

"Barry, who had red hair and freckles..." Yo?! Is that a description of Fritz?! These friends in the story could be the other kids Michael knew's stand-in's, aka the two gravestones with names he used (Fritz and Jeremy), as shown in the checks for the games and FNAF 6. I've long figured Michael was probably friends with the victims--it makes them easier, although riskier, targets [for William]. The two friends are male, too, like Fritz and Jeremy. If you're curious about Duane's description (our stand in for Jeremy), it's "tight black shirt... muscles... black hair long enough for a glossy ponytail..." I'm not sure if this matches anything found in the novels or contradicts them, though. (The novels = TSE trilogy)

"And so it went... until the night of the fire." For context, this is before FF burns down. We're learning of Hudson's life from his close friends in childhood, his father's death, his mother remarrying, to his abusive stepfather, to his grades slipping to this line. This would be a new fire not seen/mentioned in the games...

Pg 151 "...go to Charlie's for a sundae..." Really. Really Scott. Just gonna use this name again. OK. I'm not even gonna discuss this because it's probably irrelevant. *This is confirmed on pg 158 to be an ice cream shop. No lore relevance aside the annoying name coincidences Scott loves to troll with.

"This is not... an advance into enemy territory, a fight with demons, or a descent into Hell..." Uh, what? What is Hudson talking about? XD I'm only noting it because it seems so out of place. He's probably talking about video games or something.

Another note, although I don't have a specific reference since it is mentioned off-hand many times, is that Hudson keeps referring to his "history" which is implied to have kept him from getting a well-paying job and a girl he's crushing on doesn't know this "history" which is good for him. Seems good old "Michael Stand-In" has done some jail time or something. Edit: On pg 154/155 the girl asks Hudson, "Did you do it?" Seems he may have killed his stepfather or been involved with something else just as bad. Edit 2: No, I was thinking too deep into it. This probably refers to Evan's death at Fredbear's. DUH.

Pg 156 describes an actual "prize corner" in FF! What am I even reading? IIRC this is in FNAF 3, too. So they just hand out these scary gift boxes to people that complete the attraction? (Hudson says he *would* have fun handing out the scary toys to kids when this location opens--kind of a bully thing to do, eh?)

"[Hudson] avoid[ed] glancing in any of the mirrors..." I'm only pointing this out because it could be reference to one of two things. 1) We know because of one of UCN's music tracks, William has a fear of his reflection. Michael probably shares this trait, especially since 2) after Ennard and all... and later on pg 157 it also says, "he never wanted to face: himself" Sounds like guilt, my guy.

Pg 157 "blonde hair... blue eyes..." Hudson shares an eye color with Michael. It's possible Michael had blonde hair as a child and it changed to brown (it's common, something I personally went through being technically blonde/ blue eyed myself)

"He [Hudson] knew from personal experience that toys could turn from fun...to torture ina heart-beat" Fairly self explanatory. Either Hudson's worked at a creepy location before or he doesn't like remembering Fredbear's.

*checks how much is left.* There's still 35 pages (not counting back/front) left of this... This is gonna be a lot of notes.

Pg 158 Hudson doesn't have a car. Poor Mike, probably having to walk everywhere. Especially as a corpse.

Pg 160 This page describes many physical issues Hudson has that prevents him from entering the Navy, all from the abuse of Lewis. Obvious paralell to Michael becoming an undead [because his father sent him to CBPR indirectly causing his condition]

Pg 161 "How's your granny, Hud?... ...Is she still alive?" "I don't think she can die." Does anyone in the Afton family really 'die'? XD

Pg 162 These few pages discuss Hudson's grandmother. She's described as "a seer who claimed to know the future... ...wore big men's plaid flannel shirts with baggy jeans" Um, more plaid / flannel? AGH. STAHP. Lowkey, I would totally headcanon my Aunt Jen like this, though.

Pg 163 "Hudson's mom... the way she was before Hudson's dad had died... never... particularly warm and fuzzy... but... effiencient and responsible..." More about Mrs. Afton, so that's kinda neat.

"Hudson's dad was fun and attentive." There's a good Dad in this series?

"Unfortunetly, he also struggled with mental illness." "invisible low points" (Pg 164) Kinda reminds me of how Henry is described after Charlotte's death in the books.

Pg 164 "When Steven got himself into a bad deal that cost him his small business... he'd taken his life." Oh, it is Henry! SMH. Way to use confusing paralells. So, from our understanding thus far, Hudson's real father, Steven, is our Henry stand-in. His step-father despite being described similar to Henry, is actually our William stand-in. Fair game, Scott.

Pg 164 "...he [Hudson] was locked into a supply closet..." Oh shit, you guys. So, let me go on a tangent here, because this IS important! I just watched a retrospective on Sister Location and FNAF 6 earlier and one theory for Midnight Motorist was the person in the chair was the mother and the kid was Michael. I think this little line may confirm that. In fact, the story may be the key to figuring things out. Obviously, the line is a paralell to FNAF 4's scene in which Crying Child was locked in the supply closet of Fredbear's. I know some people, including Matpat, believe[d] CC was Michael, and in this book's context, it sort of works. This does contradict Step Closer and 1000 other things that make Michael the older brother, but maybe it's hinting at MM? Abusive stepdad (possibly Henry... maybe William is gone at this point), checked out Mom (hey, grey couch lady with Foxybro's font). IDK, but its definetly something to think about.

Pg 165 Lewis is mentioned as calling Hudson "nothing" and saying "you're nothing" on several occasions on this page. Just more abuse, for those accurate fanfic writers like me. Also I kinda wanna watch Morel Orel again. Yall know my fav character is Clay. Yall know.

"You're smoke." <-- Lewis / The text later reads, "...there was some irony, given what eventually happened." BRUH. Why did your stepdad die in a fire? :V TELL ME.

"When his family's house burned down at the end of his senior year..." Huh. Is there a fire we don't know about in the game-verse? Could this explain what happened to the FNAF 4 house before MM house?!

"...it purged Hudson of Lewis and his mother." MRS. AFTON BURNED ALIVE, TOO? Bruh. I can't with this story.

The text later describes the fire is concluded to be man-made and Hudson was blamed for it. Can't say if this ties to Michael, but it IS interesting... TBF, there is a small paralell to draw between Henry in FNAF 6 and his history of suicide in the books, too.

Pg 166 "...this place's [FF] busted thermostat.." I just find this line funny.

Pg 167 "...after three weeks of keeping an eye on the place" Some more timeline context for FNAF 3. We know that Michael worked there a little while before we start playing the game thanks to one of the phone calls, IIRC, so this makes sense. If Michael was accused of [something] and also wanting to hunt down his father, then it makes perfect sense why he's working a dead end job at Freddy's over and over and over. Fun fun fun.

Pg 169 "He hated to think about a functional character [Foxy]" This line is in regards to Hudson not liking the set up of Pirate's Cove and Foxy's hook to scare people. Sounds familiar, don't it? (For Michael anyway.)

Pg 173 "Some big find is arriving tomorrow." SPRINGY BOI! COME ON BOOK, get on with the show?

Pg 176 "Granny was wearing a red-and-green plaid shirt and her baggy jeans." Nothing special, but it was specifically brought up twice. I'm kind of racking my brain trying to understand what the point of this character is outside of "woooo everything is haunted don't you know that" kind of character.

Pg 180 "...dropped the crate on the linoleum with a resounding thud." HEY. Poor Springtrap, just gettin' tossed around like the trash he is.

Pg 186 "If you weren't so stupid, I'd tell you more about it." Springtrap bringing the burn. =:)

"A voice with a burr-like rasp...hint of a Southern accent" I'm going to assume this is because it's Lewis probably in the suit in this story and not our old British lad.

"It's was Mr. Atkin's voice." THE MATH TEACHER? *goes back to check* 'The algebra teacher'. Okay...

Pg 190 Okay, so Hudson hear's Lewis' voice this time. Okay, I get it now. Springtrap in this kind of imbodies all of Hudson's old bullies, including the teacher. He also has PTSD, just FYI. IDK if anyone finds that important, but it's fairly obvious by the line "He wasn't in his bedroom. Lewis didn't just slam his head into a desk; his head had been slammed into the [arcade] game."

"Why did he hallucinate a scene from his childhood?" Oh, it's not PTSD, then. It's just the VENTILATION ERROR. lol Okay.

Just a note, as I'm reading through the more action-based stuff, I kind of feel bad for Michael if he had flashbacks like this guy. They're intense.

So, Lewis' voice finally comes out of Springtrap on Pg 213. There's that.

Pg 220 "You can just stay there [in his room]" Kind of a paralell to Midnight Motorist. Lewis is saying it to Hudson. I really feel like the kid in the MM game is Michael because of this story...

Pg 223 "Heat purges. Fire heals." I'm sure that's Henry's life motto.

The ending was stupid, but most in these stories are. Hudson is hallucinating and is implied to have burned himself alive in FF's oven. Meh? The first half of this one is A TRIP and a little insight into what I 100% believe is Michael's childhood. I think the saddest part of it all is that we never got Springtrap speaking to Michael in FNAF 3--and if it's ever remade I hope we get more of them interacting.

[redxblueihateloveyou]

I hate episode 10 of sk8. Just... all of it. It was so quick and random and stupid and nothing made sense. And i hate Reki pushing Miya away, and the way they made Reki "remember" that skating is fun, and i hate the scene of Reki and Langa "make up". He didn't even apologize! And that thing they did with Shadow? I just so pissed i don't wanna watch it anymore. The only thing i still wanna see is Cherry and Jo's relationship really

haha I just wanted to write a post about it and I got your ask. that was so ridiculous, I literally started laughing at the end. 

Okay, Reki and Langa, I genuinely do not get why some ppl are happy about, cause that was the most anticlimactic shit I’ve ever seen. You know, I wasn’t even that much invested in them, but even I was disappointed. For a moment there, when he started running, I was like “yes, yes, okay, here we go, here we go..... ah no no we don’t” haha then when they slammed into each other, I was like... “now then... now it’s gonna be... ah no it’s not gonna be” lmao 

I just thought they’re gonna you know do the thing, you now the the super emotional make up thing. Like all of this fucking build up...  for this??! I was like.. this is the climax??! this is THE CLIMAX for the two? for real?! that was so... I can’t find the word for it... flat? meh? this was their last chance to win me over and they didn’t, so sorry, this is cute and all, but no, not the level of emotion I’m looking for, that’s all.

Shadow needed to go lmao, like 2 episodes left, they don’t have time for your random races haha. At first I was kidding, when I called it a soap opera, but honestly this episode felt like the cheapest one and not in a good way, you know. He was hit in a head with a baseball bat by an ex? I mean, that I certainly didn’t expect. What is this... “Days of Our Lives”? lmao

Miya... that was so unfair. I don’t even know, at this point I’m like “does anyone even care for the little dude”? it was just sad idk. I guess he has bad luck with friends :( He also always feels like a third wheel, you know. Either to Langa and Reki, either to Cherry and Joe.

Adam and Tadashi, I’m interested, but this whole Adam being obsessed with Langa thing is just like an absurd comedy already, like a drone, seriously? He wants to race Reki, who isn’t even in this anymore, for Langa as a price? I’m.. the fuck am I watching seriously. Now if Reki beats Adam in a race, this thing will for sure deserve a Golden Raspberry Award, istg. I suggest, the power of frinedship gave wings to his board and he flies to the finish xD

Idk, it’s just not what I expected, that’s all. It’s also super inconsistent and like they start smth good, but then finish it in some absurd way. They try to prepare everyone for a tsunami, but then it’s just a bloop. I’m just confused at this point. They stretched the whole Reki thing and wasted so much time for it to unravel in that way? 

And we knew that the main climax is Adam and bringing him back thing, okay, but like... will it be also meh? I just lost my hope for a great culmination, you know? 

At this point it’s like... is it a good skating show? No, cause skating is pretty ridiculous in this. Is this a good borderline b-romance show? Also no. It’s a one kindergarden level b-romance and other one-sided line of god knows what... a love penthagram? lmao

I like matchablossom, a lot, but I have 2 slight problems with them. 1st they’re like so in the back, like side ships can be good too, but they do not have time to create any depth of the characters for these two or make it complex really, so it’s like a super mega potental wasted, cause I don’t even think they’re gonna be part of the next 2 episodes really. I was happy he carried in his arms tho, that was the cutest, but I also was like “waaaait, I saw that already! oh no, that was a fanart on my phone lmao”. 2nd, Cherry is obsessed with Adam. Like there are times, when he doesn’t even see Joe, when Adam is there and you know, how much I hate this kind of stuff. I mean, he’s still obsessed with him, it’s not like its all in the past or smth.

Also why why don’t I ever follow the saying “expect nothing, that way you won’t  be disappointed”? smh. Nevermind *still expects smth in these last 2 episodes* lmao. The idiot in me still thinks that they left the main course for ep12 like in Free, but heck, I’m always this idiot and once again this is not Free, so.

[angrymongol01-archived]

A/N: Am reposting two of my shelved discontinued fem!Hinata fics from my old blog here (for exposure ig? Also I didn't delete them completely there, they're just posted privately lol); for those who've read the original post before and wondering why this blog repost another blog's work, supplies~!! OP here, filling this blog with some Haikyuu content from last October. Enjoy ^^;; ALSO DO NOT SEND HATE ORZ smh

My Masterlist

Prologue | 01 | Omake 01

tho it doesn't looked like an extra chapter at all smh ahaha

Omake 01

wc: 1.9k words

warning: mentions of thigh touching (and probs kidnapping but not implied), a bit of OOC-ness, a few ‘damn’ mentions.

note: indented paragraphs -> flashbacks

*NOTE: since purple/violet is unavailable via PC (using desktop beta lol), I'll use yellow for Ushijima instead.

“…ta…nata…Hinata!”

A female’s voice continued calling her from her deep slumber.

The faint smell of ammonia wafted in the air.

Eyelids slowly opened as she regained consciousness.

“Ah, thank goodness you’re awake now, Hina-chan!”

“Yachi-san?” She groggily glanced at her friend.

“I’ll tell the others she’s awake!” Suddenly, the owner of that voice earlier, Date Tech’s manager, Nametsu Mai, stood up and headed outside the door. Yachi nodded her thanks.

“W-what happened… Where am I? Is this not our—the managers’—room?” she asked.

Hinata started to sit up from where she was laying but wobbled.

Luckily, Yachi and their second-year senpai Kinoshita Hisashi helped her out and gently positioned their fellow member on one corner of the classroom-slash-makeshift sleeping area.

Her senpai sheepishly replied to Hinata, “This is Date Tech’s sleeping quarters. We were having our first practice match of the day, against them, when Sugawara-san called to inform that they’ve found you together with Shiratorizawa, and their captain carried you on—“

The decoy shivered, thinking about the restroom incident hours ago.

“—and fainted on Ushijima’s shoulder. Ma~n, Suga-san’s so furious back then Kageyama had to stop him from killing them.” Kinoshita chuckled.

“Your room’s kinda far away from where they found you, so the managers decided to drop you off here since it’s the nearest one.”

Hinata sweatdropped, a bit embarrassed.

“Ah… thank you, and sorry for whatever inconvenience I have caused earlier…”

Yachi shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine! You’ve done nothing wrong, Hina-chan~,” she grinned at the orange-haired girl.

Smiled back also.

Then she suddenly facepalmed. “I forgot about the practice match! Is it still going yet?”

“It finished an hour ago, we lost—2-1,” a scowling Kageyama answered, trudging towards the three.

“K-k-kageyama…!!!” the female middle blocker blanched with fear, hands gripping the blanket draped on her lap, while the raven-haired setter shot a menacing glare at her, which she averted. “I’m… I’m sorry for—“

“Are you alright?” he quietly asked Hinata, his hand perched on her head.

His deep blue eyes swimming with concern and worry.

She felt a slight flush on her cheeks while meeting his gaze.

“H-hai, I’m fine!” the chibi assured Kageyama. “Nothing to worry about, Bakayama-kun~!”

And she smiled at him.

The boy suddenly became hot and turned to look away from her, hiding his flustered face with the back of his hand.

“H-hinata boke… idiot,” Kageyama stuttered, his heart thumping louder than normal.

Ahh… he sure is whipped for Hinata, that Kageyama boy, Kinoshita thought, shaking his head.

While their blonde manager only giggled.

Recovering from his blushing mess a while ago, the raven-haired setter took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes at Hinata and quipped.

“But I guess you do know that we lost in the match earlier because of your carelessness around your surroundings, right, dumbass?”

He smirked.

This pissed the female decoy and threw in some punches at Kageyama, which he constantly dodged. “Shut up, you!! I said I’m sorry, alright?!”

“No, you did not!”

“Yes, I did, Bakayama!”

There goes their ‘lovers’ quarrel’ again… hahaha…

“Hinata!” Sugawara’s sweet voice boomed inside the room as he entered together with their team’s captain Sawamura Daichi. Beside them tagged along Hinata’s friend from Date Tech, fellow middle blocker Aone Takanobu.

“Ah, Sugawara-san!” The first-year idiot duo stopped their bickering when the gray-haired setter all of a sudden hugged her.

Hc’d Suga and Hinata are chummy-chummy but in a mother/daughter sort of way.

He is, after all, Karasuno’s Sugamama.

“Honey, are you alright now? Did those Shiratorizawa bastards hurt you? Don’t lie to me!” She blinked in reply, baffled.

He might cry in an instant now—

“Oi, Suga, calm down,” Daichi said, drawing circles at the fellow third-year’s back to calm him down.

Aone then stepped closer besides Hinata and sat with his legs crossed, his eyes gazing at hers like Kageyama’s.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, his deep voice nearly startled both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita.

Date Tech’s one-third of the famous Iron Wall is a man of few words, and his replies were mostly grunts, hand gestures, and nods.

So it’s rare for him to speak, or ask a question, especially to a member of the opposite sex—or, in this case, at Karasuno’s Number 10. At Hinata Shouyou.

She held both hands at Aone’s now flustered cheeks, and grinned.

“I’m okay now, Aone-san! Don’t worry too much~ nn?” She tilted her head while looking at him.

C-cute… she’s cute, No-Eyebrows thought to himself. Even the other boys thought so, too.

Then he nodded.

Hinata patted his shoulders. “Good!”

Ahhh the power of friendship, feat. AoHina—

“Say, Hina-chan,” Yachi looked at the orange-haired girl. “Care to say to us why you fainted on Ushijima-san’s shoulder?”

The chibi stilled herself, cheeks starting to get a bit red. Kageyama noticed it.

“A-a-ano!! H-hinata-chan, it’s o-okay if you d-don’t have to tell us! S-sorry for asking such a foolish q-question—“

“Yachi-san, calm yourself down, too—,” the captain sweatdropped.

Looking at the people around her, Hinata slowly opened her mouth to speak.

“My thighs are kind of ticklish when being touched,” she muttered, face in an embarrassed state.

“Ha?” “Ticklish?”

“He—Ushijima-san touched the back of my thighs, but just to keep myself from falling down his shoulder!” the female middle blocker said aloud, pouting. “That’s why I… f-fainted earlier.”

Her partner remembered the face she made while being carried on Ushijima Wakatoshi’s shoulder.

“USHIJIMA-SA—hyaah! …P-please… stop—“

A vein pop ticked on the raven-haired setter’s face, his jawline twitching slightly.

Kageyama’s fists gripped hard, his face a big scowling mess.

Damn that Ushiwaka guy—

Another dark aura emitted on another corner as vein pops ticked on both Dadchi and Sugamama.

Wearing their scary faces.

Both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita panicked, while Aone furrowed his brows.

“Did you bring some shovels, Daichi?”

“They’re inside the bus compartment, Suga.”

“Good. We’re digging some graves for some perverted volleyball dorks to bury down later—wanna help us, Kageyama?”

———

Meanwhile, at Shiratorizawa’s side of the training camp, the members were at the sidelines, taking a break from practice when—

“ACHOO!!!” Tendou sniffled for the nth time already ever since coming back to the gym with Ushijima after the incident with Karasuno’s Number 10. “Uh, yizz…”

“Tendou-san, are you really alright?” their team’s first-year ace-in-the-making Goshiki Tsutomu asked, his face scrunched with worry. “You’re sneezing constantly.”

The redhead shook it off with a wave of his hand in reply, and smiled grimly.

“Yeah, I’m a-OK, thanks for your concern, Tsutomu-kun!”

“Oi, are you sick?” Shiratorizawa’s team mom third-year setter Semi Eita stared at his fellow third-year teammate with disgust. “If you are, please stay away from us! We don’t wanna get infected by your cold… Goshiki, don’t go near him!” “Eh? But, senpai—“

Tendou narrowed his eyes on him. “Semi-Semi, if I do have a cold, I will first go straight at ya and share my germs, duh!”

“DON’T CALL ME BY THAT STUPID NICKNAME, YOU IDIOT!” the team mom seethed, throwing a pack of tissues at the middle blocker in reply, hitting his arm.

A quarrel ensued at Shiratorizawa—

“Okay, guys, that’s enough! Save your bickering later at lunch period,” another third-year, Oohira Reon, chided and managed to stop both Tendou and Semi from tearing off their heads.

While the rest of the team just sighed and/or watched at a distance.

“Ano sa…”

Some of them turned their heads at the semi-deep voice of second-year starting setter Shirabu Kenjiro.

Idk how to describe voice ranges ‘cept high-pitch, deep blah blah sorry—

“Tendou-san, you mentioned earlier that you and Ushijima-san met Karasuno’s Number 10, right?”

“Aye~ we have!” the redhead then nudged Ushijima, who was sitting near him, on the side. “Right, Wakatoshi-kun?”

He nodded. “Un. We met Hinata Shouyou early this morning, outside the gym.”

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! You two met that cute sunshine already upon arrival!?!!” Both their libero, Yamagata Hayato, and middle blocker, Kawanishi Taichi, squawked at their captain.

Their faces looked like (‘◉⌓◉’), with Kawanishi gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“T-taichi, stop shaking me, goddammit—!” Whack!

Said second-year middle blocker started to wail in a dramatic way.

“WHYYYYYYYYYYY—!!”

Dunno how to grasp Kawanishi’s personality here tbh so stfu dejk—

“We were about to bring her here back though…” Then Ushijima’s usual stoic face darkened a bit.

“…if only those Karasuno setters didn’t show up.”

“Ah, that Kageyama guy and their vice-captain, isn’t it? Number 2?” Shirabu pointed out. “That guy’s really scary even though he has the face of an angel; their captain also.”

Oohira asked, “Wait… so you two attempted to kidnap the girl?”

“No, no, ‘kidnapping’ will only cause us trouble,” Tendou said, waving his hand in a disapproving way.

“Let’s call it ‘luring her with some sweets then put her inside a potato sack’—“

“ARE YOU A DOWNRIGHT LOLICON!?!!” Semi screamed straight at the Guess Monster’s face, pissed at his earlier statement.

Tendou vs Semi, Round 2–

“I-I heard from Date Tech’s Koganegawa-san that Hinata-chan fainted on you, Ushijima-san,” Goshiki stammered, red tinge on both his cheeks due to embarrassment, maybe? “Is that true?”

Ushiwaka nodded curtly. “Ye—“

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SHE DID WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?!!” Both Yamagata and Kawanishi squawked again, interrupting his response.

Their faces now looked like (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾, with Kawanishi again gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“KAWANISHIIIIII!” An uppercut.

Chaos ensued inside the Shiratorizawa Academy (High School Division) Men’s Volleyball Club.

Their captain declared to himself, his olive-colored eyes shone with determination:

We will take Hinata Shouyou here, in Shiratorizawa. She should have (come here). Whatever the consequences be.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU SLACKING OFF, YOU NIMRODS!!! GET YOUR ASSES BACK TO PRACTICE!!!!”

“HAI!!!!”

———

How did the supposed-to-be ‘rumor’ begin? It all started when…

“Aaaarrrggghhh!! This is not right, Ryuu!”

“Huh? What d’you mean ‘not right’, Noya?”

“I want to sit next to our cute kouhai Shouyou on the bus earlier, but it’s always that bastard Kageyama who gets to sit beside her!! Hnnnnnngh—!!! He gets to touch Shouyou’s hair whenever she dozes off, or place her head on his shoulder to sleep on! Or-or maybe even take a candid shot of her sleeping cutely—dammit!!! This is frustrating!!!!!”

“Ahhh~ I know how you feel, bro! I, too, want to sit next to our precious Hinata-chan on the bus! B-but… Noya, what about Kiyoko-san?”

“Ryuu bro, our loyalty is always on our beautiful goddess Kiyoko-san—BUT SHE’S DIFFERENT FROM SHOUYOU! Our kouhai is literally the epitome of a living sunshine~! She cures our blues away! Remember that time during our match with Wakunan, when you were kind of down about Daichi-san’s injury then Shouyou suddenly hugged and peppered you with words of encouragement?”

“Oh, yeah! It calmed my senses down… and also! Remember when you came back from your suspension, and me and Hinata noticed bruises—“

idk I really need to refresh my HQ knowledge by rereading the whole manga orz—

“—on your arms? Ma~n, she freaked out and began applying those with some ointment she had in her bag. And you told me later that time Hinata’s hands were very soft even though she spiked and blocked so many balls in her lifetime? Also that expression on your face! So priceless!”

“Ahhhh~ I wanna touch Shouyou’s soft hands again longer! Not just a high five—but holding hands!”

“Me too~ Damn, I wish there’d be some kind of (rotational?) seating arrangement whenever we’re on the bus, traveling to matches and stuff…”

“Ryuu! Noya! Heya!”

“Tora! Our shitty (city) boy from Tokyo—wassup!”

“We can’t wait to play another game against you guys later! ww”

“Same here!”

“Ah, what are you guys talking about?”

“OUR PRECIOUS KOUHAI HINATA/SHOUYOU!!!”

“Eh? Shrimpy-chan? What about her?”

“It’s like this….—“

The two crows and mohawked cat walked their way inside the camp premises, talking.

Unbeknownst to them, two eagles accidentally eavesdropped on the earlier conversation.

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[sappho-dee]

how v3 should have gone

(in my opinion) bc i am still salty af. smh my head.

this'll have spoilers for the whole v3 game so. beware !!!

warning for me having a bias for my ships and favorite characters lmao.

first off. for survivors. id have them be kaede, miu, and himiko

miu definetely deserved to be a survivor, i feel like she had a lot of potential to have good character develeopment

anyway

i hate the idea of tsumugi being the mastermind

i feel like it was set up well with the bathroom stuff in ch. 1 but i don't like the concept in general.

i actually thought she'd be a survivor at first but ahaha apparently not.

i also despise the whole pregame stuff with it being a game show thing,,

so the weird prologue where they're wearing normal clothes and don't have talents is skipped.

anyway, tsumugi shoulda been the OG protagonist,

and the person she woke up in the locker with should've been kaede.

basically, kaede should be set up to be the 'side protagonist' if u will.

shuichi wakes up somewhere else,

but when they meet him while walking around he like. stick with them idk.

all goes as normal up until rantaro's murder.

this time, tsumugi killed him after they set up their trap and all.

and like, she *actually* killed him,

no mastermind who secretly actually killed him.

idk, it makes me sad that someone would die for nothing. anyway

tsumugi is executed,

i have a few ideas for an execution but nothing in particular ive decided on yet.

kaede becomes the protagonist

and shuichi is the side guy.

miu is also a side person, mostly cause of my burning desire for more canon irumatsu but whatever

anyway, chapter 2 is basically the same.

all of tsumugi's canon alibi and whereabouts or whatever

(i kinda forgot about ch 2 its been a while since i've watched a playthrough)

is shuichi's,

all shuichi's are kaede's.

i'm pretty much fine with that chapter.

chapter 3 also stays the same

excpet for i don't really like the idea of korekiyo already being a serial killer since it feels too much like genocider syo,

but whatever.

instead, he killed tenko and angie not to be his dead sister's friends, but because his sister's tulpa (?? i'm still kind of confused on how that works) told him to?

im not sure how to explain, but he still did it for the sister.

by the way, fuck that bitch, i hate her.

now, chapter 4 is where it really has a lot of changes.

in this, the virtual world is created,

but miu makes it because she genuinely wants to try and get tf out of the killing game.

she never plans to kill kokichi.

instead, maki does, and she ends up getting killed by gonta.

i know she's really loved in the fandom

but personally i hate her and her character with a passion.

it's fine if you like her though,,

anyway, maki basically found out about miu's vr plan and tampered with it so she could kill kokichi.

but then gonta killed her and yeah.,

miu gets the character development she DESERVED

in chapter 5, miu is the third party

i havent thought much about this chapter only really chatpers 1 and 4

miu tries to kill kokichi now because she thinks he's the mastermind

but then the stuff with kaito happens and she's like "what the fuck"

everything goes as normal just with miu in maki's place

no major changes to the trial

chapter 6 is also the same;;;

it has the same stuff with the expedition and the search and you find out everything

however this time, there is no secret passageway in the bathroom

bum bum the mastermind is shuichi

he made the killing game to honor junko bc he, like mikan, was individually coerced into despair

so he really loves junko like how mikan did

yep. that's how it should have gone. in my opinion. haha what even is v3 it's obvipously fanmade guys hahahaha

[ichirakukpop]

Trick or Treat

Genre: angst/fluff

Characters: You x Hoseok

Word Count: 1.8K

Plot: You really want to go trick or treating with your boyfriend, but an exam you forgot to study for (and an intruder), tells you otherwise.

TW: breaking in, a possible murderer, that’s it i think lol

“Come on Hoseok, it’ll be fun!” You pleaded, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s arm. “Are you kidding? We’re so old, it’ll be so embarrassing!” Hoseok replied. You were trying to get Hoseok to go trick or treating with you. You knew you were way too old for it, but it was free candy, how could you pass on the once a year opportunity? “Besides, Namjoon is hosting a Halloween party tonight, remember?” He stated. “Oh yeah,” you said in a dull voice as you let go of his arm to let him enter the kitchen on his own. “We don’t have to dress up do we?" Hoseok laughed as he stuffed his mouth with some potato chips before turning back to you. "So you wanna go trick or treating… but you don’t wanna dress up?" "Ugh,” you rolled your eyes. “I just want some chocolate. And some candy. And maybe even some chips–” Your list was interrupted when Hoseok stuffed some chips into your mouth. “There you go. Chips!” Hoseok smiled. You narrowed your eyelids as you started to chew, causing him to chuckle. Ding It was your phone. You took it out of your pocket and read the notification. Suddenly you froze and your eyes opened wide. Hoseok knew something was wrong by the look on your face– and when you stopped mid-chew. “(Y/N), what is it?” He asked, sounding concerned. “Is everything alright?" "I… I have an exam tomorrow,” you said without any emotion as you starred off into space. Hoseok starred at you looking more confused than ever. You held your phone to his face so he can read what was on your phone. “Psychology midterm tomorrow! Make sure to study!” Hoseok read out loud. He took a minute to re-read the sentence, trying to understand it. “Okay…” he said, backing away from the phone. “What’s the problem? Are you not ready or something? I saw you studying–” You quickly snapped out of your shocked state and frowned. “Ugh no, Hoseok! I thought it was next Wednesday, not this Wednesday– AKA tomorrow!”

Hoseok still looked a little confused and you just dropped to the ground with your hands running through your hair.

“I’m not ready.  I only have chapter one memorized… I can’t read half of the textbook in one night–”

“Uh, okay calm down (Y/N),” Hoseok said as he helped you up and lead your distraught self to the bedroom. “Just go start studying now, you have to at least try." "I can’t fail Hoseok! My GPA is already so bad. I need to ace this exam!” You whined as Hoseok sat you down in your computer chair. “Okay then you’re just gonna have to pull an all-nighter,” Hoseok helped you get out your notes from your bag as he tried to encourage you. “I’ll help you write out your notes and–” “No, thank you though. I won’t be able to focus with you here. Just go to the party–” you said.

“What?– but it won’t be fun if you’re not there, YN.” He whined.   You looked up at Hoseok with an unamused face. “Yeah, I’ll just go help Namjoon set up early,” Hoseok said, backing up before leaving the room to go grab his things. Before leaving, he came by the room once more. “Alright, I’ll see you later love. When I get back I’ll quiz you. Hoseok kissed the top of your head, "Good luck. Make sure to take a few breaks and don’t forget to eat!” A couple of hours later, you were still in your room studying. You only studied about a third of what you were supposed to. You were tired, stressed out, and definitely sad about missing out on Halloween. But it didn’t matter, nonetheless, you had to ace your midterm and you were determined to do so.

It was now 11 pm and you were completely drained. You weren’t finished studying, but you needed a short break. You headed to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. You waited for the coffee to brew and watched the steam as it floated up. You were so focused, almost in a trance as you watched the steam, that you didn’t notice the strange sounds coming from the front door. It sounded like someone was trying to open the door. Since it was only 11 pm, you knew it couldn’t be Hoseok. It was still pretty early for him to be home from a party. It couldn’t be trick or treaters either because your apartment didn’t allow trick or treating in the first place.

You were about to go look through your peephole. to see who it was but then you saw the doorknob turning completely. Whoever it was, they were trying to get in.

You ducked behind your counter. You weren’t all that worried because Hoseok was the only other person to have the key to the apartment. Whoever it was couldn’t get in. However, when you heard the door creak open, that’s when you knew you were in trouble. You quickly covered your mouth with shock and so the intruder wouldn’t hear your panicked breathing. You ducked further underneath the counter and made yourself into a ball to be small.

You heard a few footsteps walking around the living room and then to your bedroom. Tears suddenly fell down your face and you felt your heartbeat getting faster and faster. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped for a moment and you held your breath. You hoped that the intruder gave up, that maybe he thought that there was nothing to rob and he’ll just leave. But you were wrong.

You heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. The intruder sounded like they were looking for something specific–no, someone. You began to cry more but you had to keep quiet. You covered your mouth and tried your best not to make a sound. In your mind, you begged for Hoseok to come home. You also cursed yourself for choosing such a stupid place to hide. Why didn’t you lock yourself in the closet or something? smh fool lol jk The footsteps only got closer and eventually, it felt like the person was right behind you. You covered your eyes but kept a little space open between your fingers.

Out of nowhere, the intruder peaked from behind the counter to tapped your shoulder and you screamed. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” You shouted as loud as you could before quickly getting up to grab a wooden spoon from the counter. You held the spoon up to defend yourself and you cried as the person stepped toward you.

The figure was slender and tall. He wore all black and had on one of the same masks as those worn in the purge movies. You always thought those movies were stupid, but now you were living it. You were about to die. “Stop, please,” you cried. You didn’t know what to do so you just stood there and cried. The man didn’t move.

Suddenly, you heard a very muffled laugh. At first, you didn’t know where it was coming from, but then you quickly realised that it was from him. The laugh was loud and sounded very “hahaha” like. That’s when you accepted your fate. Out of nowhere, the figure fell to the floor, still laughing, while grabbing his tummy. His laugh stopped sounding so scary.

You wiped your tears and stared at him in confusion, still holding the wooden spoon in front of you.

“What the hell,” you asked with a sniffle, more confused than ever. You remained back and didn’t even think of going near the man. Although his laugh wasn’t evil sounding anymore, his new state scared you even more. Soon the man stopped laughing and sat up. He turned to you, possibly staring at you– you couldn’t tell because of the mask. He chuckled once more then grabbed the back of his mask to remove it. Hoseok’s face was revealed and he started laughing once again. You stared at him first with shock, and then with anger. You should have known it was your stupid boyfriend when you heard his loud ass laughter. “I hate you,” you said in a very monotone voice. You didn’t know what to think. “I hate you SO MUCH” you cried. You jumped towards Hoseok and started hitting him. Hoseok laughed and tried to protect himself from you, even though you weren’t punching hard. “I’m sorry,” he said in between his laughs, “I couldn’t help it!” Hoseok kept apologizing, and when you got tired of hitting him, you stopped. “Why would you do that? I actually thought someone was breaking in and I was going to die,” You shouted in his face in between some sniffles. “You’re so mean, I hate you SO much." Hoseok chuckled and pulled you into a tight hug. He kissed your cheeks as he apologized a few times more. "I’m sorry (Y/N), I didn’t mean to make you cry. I know you hate me, but do you think these will help you forgive me?” Hoseok lifted up a big bag from behind the counter and placed it in your lap. You looked at him, confused, before opening it. It was a bag full of candy. A whole big bag full of chocolate, candy, chips, even some granola bars and more. “What is this? How did you–" "I went trick or treating. It was pretty embarrassing. I got so many funny looks from parents and the kids would always hide their bags whenever I came near them. I don’t think the sound of ‘aren’t you too old to be trick or treating’ will ever leave my head.” Hoseok said in a very serious manner.

You laughed at his story as you imagined it. “But the party…" "I helped Namjoon set up a bit, but I left before the party started. I knew it wouldn’t be fun without you and I thought these would maybe help you feel better, since you know– you forgot about your midterm.”   You chuckled with disbelief as you thought about how kind Hoseok was– aside from his stupid prank. You put the candy to the side and threw yourself on him to give him a kiss. “Thank you Hoseok, I love you so much!” You said as you hugged him tightly as he slouched back rolling his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can’t have any of the candy until after your midterm though, so save the 'I love you’s’ for after you get your A.”

You laughed and hugged Hoseok one more time. You knew it would be hard to get an A, but you had to at least try. Not for the candy, but because if Hoseok, a grown ass man, could go out trick or treating for you, then you could get him an A.  

thanks for reading!! :) i wrote this last year around CHRISTMAS smh but our requests are open so send in any requests!  & we’ll be posting our old requests soon, sorry for taking so long to do them! :(

back like we never left😏

[nathalie-sancoeur-assistant]

This is filled w/ spoilers

So here it is, time for me to pull myself together and post all my thoughts and feelings on the new episode into one big long post. 

So my overall feelings?

I am upset

Not because it was a bad episode- it was amazing, literally so good- nope, it’s because of Nathalie- but I’ll get into that in a moment. I’m gonna put a read-more here cause this is gonna probably be really long- and could very well be a recap of the whole ep with my commentary. 

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First off, when Plagg seemed not to like Adrien’s birthday present for Marinette, he seemed so concerned (these screenshots aren’t going to be very good quality because I REALLY don’t feel like going through all the trouble of making them look nice & take hours on one post)

Look at the little bean! SO concerned. It’s perfect Honeybun, she’ll love it. 

Then onto the next scene...

Even during meals, they sit so far away from each other. Why? I’ve often wondered what the point of such a long table with so many chairs could be, especially in a house that’s so big yet so empty. I suppose that it could do well for meetings, but still, this is a family meal, not a company get-together or business meeting with people you have to impress. They have to practically yell at each other to be heard. 

Also, look at this

He basically asked Nathalie for approval. “Should I let him?” “Yes sir, I would.” “Very well, Adrien.”

Also, the fact that Gabriel and Lila have the same meeting place each time. He isn’t just driving by hoping to catch her, they have a time and place set up. And the idea that Marinette is a bad influence? Preposterous! But of course, this is Lila. 

Screw Lila. 

“You work to hard, sir” 

Yes Nathalie, I’m sure you know what working to hard feels like. You’re not exactly relaxing, yourself. 

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Next scene! 

Ms. Bustier: Marinette, would you bring your school bag to me please, I need to check something

Okay so first off, you’re going off of an anonymous tip that one of your best and most well-behaved students (Aside from being late quite often) is a thief and a cheat? And secondly, you really think that she is SO STUPID that if she had taken them knowingly, she wouldn’t have maybe removed them from her bag? Third, why did Marinette not FIND them in her bag before school started, take them out, and maybe call Alya or something. 

“That’s impossible Marinette, Lila got the worst grade in the class” not impossible if she stole them after the test- also, way to be subtle on grades. I thought teachers were supposed to keep that stuff relatively undercover. 

And Adrien really said “Marinette Rights”

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So.

There’s no sound of crashing. 

Lila just yells “Ready?” in the most mischievous voice she can

Then she starts screaming

And no one stopped to think “Hey, not only is Marinette really not known to assault people, but we didn’t hear a single thud that would have sounded like someone falling down the stairs preceding her screams.”

“She keeps calling me a liar, getting the others to gang up against me...” SINCE. WHEN?

Also. 

“Oh...I have proof”

How would she have known that the proof was in Marinette’s locker? And again, if she knew, why would she be surprised to find the pendant in Marinette’s locker??

UGH. 

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Now we get to the part that started lil miss me to get so upset. 

“Are you ready, Nathalie?”

“More than ever.”

She just bounces out from behind him, ready as she’ll ever be. 

Look at her 

Then she goes on to call him the Almighty Scarlet Moth and I just smh 

Awww. She looks like she’s ready to punch those butterflies in the face. You punch those akumas. 

Varity Queen? Princess Justice? Oh yeah. I wanna see those. 

And now to the scene that hurt me

“What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing, everything's fine! Keep going..”

She was so ready to just fall down and choke while he continued his fight and she would have still loved him if he hadn’t stopped to help her

But this seen makes it so clear

he loves her too

Even if it’s just as a friend and assistant, he loves her. And it just...the voice acting, her voice actor was so good, it physically hurts me to watch that scene. 15/10.  

And Tikki yelling at Marinette...well not really yelling...but holy crap, there is a lot riding on this 14 year old girls shoulders when it comes to her own emotions. She’s still learning what some of them are, puberty is far from over with her, so now she just has the added pressure of not being able to feel the natural emotions that occur with hormone fluctuations and righteous anger from being falsely accused without having to be fearful of Hawkmoth’s akuma. 

But on the bright side, Alya FINALLY believes Marinette! She may have her flaws and push Mari a bit to much IMO when it comes to Adrien but hey, when it comes right down to it, she’ll stick it out with her pals. A true friend. 

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Is that the same doctor we saw at Master Fu’s?

And despite her state, still the only thing she’s thinking about is him, his goals, what he wants- and he’s not even thinking about that right now. 

He looks so distraught too. He needs her. But she’s just so laser focused on one thing that she’s not thinking about the other possibilities. Mark my words, her persistence is what’s going to drive him to stop being Hawkmoth. 

“I don’t care, Gabriel. I want to help you.” I swear, I’m gonna start crying again. She’s telling him how she feels when she says stuff like that! It’s loud and clear. If he hasn’t seen it by now, when it’s more obvious than Marinette could ever hope to be- then literally nothing but her straight up saying the words “I’m in love with you” is gonna make it click. He has to know!

“Not at that cost! Never at that cost again...” then it cuts to his family portrait. 

Why, pray tell, does it cut to his family portrait? Of all things. Why did it cut to anything at all? They didn’t need to go to the trouble of creating a whole new picture to cut to if they didn’t NEED to. It’s saying something. And Im pretty sure that its that he’s not willing to give up Nathalie, not even for Emilie. 

I would also like to point out that in that picture, he is wearing blue- but now, he primarily wears red. What is a combination of blue and red? Purple. The color of Nathalie’s suit. 

Hmm...

Nathalie: Shh

Me: *handing Nooroo pots and pans*

She’s so desperate to help him- and look at how she treats Duusu. She isn’t being cruel. Duusu just told her “No, you should be resting” and she’s just like “Yeah, but what if I didn’t?” not “Don’t tell me what to do!” or any crap like that. Instead she stops and explains herself. And then Duusu...

No, not it’s not romantic. It’s twisted. I love Gabriel and Nathalie as a pair, but this isn’t a romantic gesture. Nathalie is losing herself in her desperation to help him, get the miraculous, end it once and for all, and her desires to please Gabriel even if it means that he’s not going to want her in the end. She is fighting a losing battle, no matter what happens, she’s going to get the short end of the stick- and it just breaks my heart that she is so willing to throw her life away when there are other ways she could be assisting him that don’t include her deteriortating. That’s why I cried so much during this ep- she wants to prove a point by using this miraculous when it isn’t necessary. And that is why I officially HATE seeing Mayura- because each time she transforms she’s one step closer to falling down and not getting back up. 

Also, I thought this scene was super interesting. That’s how she creates a sentimonster? That is so cool. 

Moving on, when Adrien pulls out his phone 

“I am Mayura, and I’m about to annihilate Ladybug, Mwahahaha!” Points for subtlety, Hon. XD

She’s so cute

“I’ve always gone out of my way to hide my true feelings for you but I just can’t do it anymore” possible foreshadowing? Hmmm?? “Your feelings for me haven’t changed and mine are growing stronger every day” I can’t help but think she was speaking from her own heart in some of that. 

And our poor little kitty

So desperate for love, he refuses to believe that

Ladybug wasn’t actually moving on

“She’s so perfect” “I’m nowhere near as perfect as her.”

Also “Senticharm!” *gets big gun blaster thing*

“Lucky Charm!” *gets fork*

Seriously Gabriel and Nathalie belong together at this rate. 

“Nathalie?!”

“Nooroo why didn’t you wake me up?” “I couldnt bring myself to you were sleeping so peacefully” because “Im scared of you and Nathalie told me to Shh” wasn’t the right response. 

She gets tired even when using the miraculous

And she still goes out in the field 

Heeeerrres Hawky!

Legit tho, this is what an anon was talking about earlier from the Gabenath ask meme I did a while back. I said that what I look forin a fanfic would include Hawkmoth needing to save Mayura on the battlefield. And it JUST became canon. Lord have mercy, I think I’ve died XD

Also 

“You’re the real monster!” 

“Oh, that...you’ll find out very soon” He doesn’t even care tho. Like, where’s all his givacraps fly off to? Oh yeah that’s right they’re akumatizing people, they just keep flying away.  

He is huge compared to them. And just going to town trying to whap this 14 year old girl into oblivion. Boy. 

“All I need to do is wait a few minutes until you two turn back into regular kids, so fragile, so easy to break” Absolutely no filter. Do you think that’s going to make you seem less like a villain? We don’t say stuff like that! You can’t just take that back! I swear, if you have a redemption arc it had better be Paarthurnax/Zuko-level convincing because there are very few people willing to forgive you after you say things like that with no remorse. 

“Release her”

You can’t tell me he doesn’t love her- he sucks at it, but he does. Im really hoping he’ll learn from this mistake and never ask her to use the peacock miraculous again- if she uses it, it has to be on her.

“Don’t mind me” Babe if he doesn’t mind you and you’re discovered then it’s just a hop skip and jump from Hawkmoth being Gabriel Agreste, 

He’s carrying her again

Idk if I should focus on how little Nathalie seems to care about how much danger she put herself in or the fact that we have a Gabriel booty close-up

He’s reprimanding her, she starts coughing, her glasses fall off, and he immediately softens up. 

Look at that soft look. And the music that’s playing in the background? It’s so...sad..and enhances the way he’s looking at her. 

And now.....Adrien

As soon as the adults leave, he growls and the music gets more aggressive. Intimidating. 

He is ticked. “Because we’re friends aren’t we?” that was just laced with venom and malice. They say demons run when a good man goes to war. 

Well Adrien’s started packing. Lila better watch her step. 

And in the end, she basically outed herself as a pathological liar. She admitted it, though she likely didn’t word it that way. 

Well, that’s all I have to say. Remember, God made you special and he loves you very much. *veggie tales theme starts playing*

[gore-hovnd]

Don’t Breathe: Part Two

As per request of @hydra-trash-spot

Warning For: Toxic/Controlling Relationship, Emotional/Physical Abuse

(Also, side note, I’m literally incapable of proofreading unless things are in post format so please excuse my typos pff)

(Side Note pt 2, electric boogaloo; I edited it and now it’s not as BAD. Idk if this is gonna retag but if it does I’m SORRY, bc I’m awful and I’ve been fixing the formatting smh)

Sweat droplets rolled between his shoulders in a way that made his skin crawl as he shifted in his seat. Staring blankly at the paperwork in his hand, Jack began to read the paragraph at the top of the page for the fifth time. 

Of course there was maintenance happening on the building’s AC unit, of course today was the hottest day of the week, and of course Brock felt the need fuck him over in more ways than one by not letting him call off work for that day. When he looked at it from Brock’s standpoint as a commander, Jack understood why. The STRIKE team had an urgent mission come up, they would be leaving for it in three days, and they needed everyone to be ready. But when he looked at it from Brock’s standpoint as his boyfriend, Jack knew it was just Brock being the biggest dick imaginable at that point. It hadn’t been enough to drag him around the house in a dog collar that left dark, saturated bruises in its wake and made speaking a chore. It wasn’t enough to humiliate him by claiming that the bruising across Jack’s nose and beneath is eyes was from him coming into unfortunate contact with the shower rod the night before. And it wasn’t enough to make Jack come to work in a heavy jacket, zipped all the way up, in ninety degree weather to hide the bruises over his throat. Because nothing was ever enough and despite trying to stay out of Brock’s line of sight all day, Jack knew he’d always be Brock’s primary target.

“I need you to pick up training with Cap today.” Brock stated plainly while JAck shared a lunch that only one of them ate. 

Jack recoiled, looking up from the slowly cooling chicken pasta in front of him. He’d only gotten three bites in before he decided that it hurt too much to swallow. 

“Why?” Jack grumbled, his voice low and weak from both the abuse to his vocal cords as well as disuse. He hadn’t said a word to Brock all day, the anger in him once again rising, bashing against the cage of his resolve like a wild beast trying to break free. 

“‘Cause Pierce called me about havin’ another meeting this morning. I don’t got a choice here, Jackie, I already told the big guy you’d be there.” Brock explained as he scrolled through his emails at his computer. 

“Why not jus’ fuckn’ reschedule.” Jack grumbled under his breath, rising from his seat and throwing his lunch into the bin by Brock’s desk with more force than necessary. The combination of the action and his attitude had Brock looking up from his work, staring at Jack with an irritated look despite the upward turn of his lip. 

“What was that, mouth?” He asked and Jack hesitated for a second. He could challenge it, could try to put Brock in his place, but the lingering threat of the previous night’s events bred an unfamiliar fear in his chest and he pulled his gaze away. 

“Nothin’.” He mumbled, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets before making his escape. 

***

Jack sat in the gym for twenty minutes waiting for Steve. 

And in that twenty minutes he contemplated what the hell had just happened. He’d never been afraid of Brock before. Upset? Yes. Wary? Of course. Angry? Abso-fucking-lutely, but afraid? Never. And whatever was causing that fear to fester in his chest was making him sick. 

The doors to the gym opened and Jack broke from his thoughts, staring up to meet the bright, happy smile on Steve’s face that oh-so-awfully contrasted from his own bitter mood in a way that was borderline annoying. 

“Been a while,” Steve chuckled, offering his hand to help Jack get up from his place on the floor. He took it, pulling himself up and suppressing a hiss of pain as his body ached. That brief tumble down the stairs last night must’ve taken more out of him that he originally thought. 

As the two of them readied themselves; stretching, wrapping their hands, and ultimately building dread in Jack’s stomach, he couldn’t help but lose himself again. 

“Are you gonna wear that the whole time?” Steve piped up, pulling Jack back to reality for the third time in the past hour. 

“What?” He asked, forcing his shoulder to stretch despite the strain of his muscle. 

“That jacket.” Steve elaborated, gesturing at him to emphasize. 

Jack glanced down at it, somehow momentarily forgetting he had it on, before shrugging with a nod. 

“Yeah.” 

That was all he chose to say before the two of them stepped into the ring. There he stood: in a jacket, white basketball shorts, and black athletic ankle supports, staring at Steve who wore something similar, just with a tank top instead. 

The two of them sparred for a bit and from the very beginning, Jack knew it wasn’t going to end well for him. The soreness that blanketed him only seemed to get heavier the longer he tried to force his body to move. It slowed his reactions, made it impossible to keep up with the living god that was Steve Rogers. Jack didn’t think he could take goddamn Captain America down even on a good day so trying to on a day where all of his muscles were simultaneously on fire definitely wasn’t going to work in his favor. 

And try as he might, one particularly well timed hit to his ribs had him on the floor. When he looked at the clock, he’d found that they’d been at it for a solid forty-five minutes and Jack was almost impressed with himself. That is until Steve fussed over him like a damn mother hen. 

“Shit, Rollins are you alright?” Steve asked, dropping to his knees to seemingly try and get a closer look at Jack who, in turn, waved him off as he spit his mouthguard out onto the floor. 

“M’ fine,” Jack wheezed unconvincingly as he pushed himself up with one arm, the other wrapped securely around his chest. Steve didn’t seem convinced, deciding to go for the jacket which had Jack pulling away reflexively. 

Steve paused, staring at him for a moment before he pulled the collar of the jacket down and all Jack could do was look up to avoid seeing the concerned look on Steve’s face. He let Steve unzip the jacket and pull it from his shoulders, getting a closer look. Even the gentle grazes of Steve’s fingers over the bruises on his neck had him flinching, less from actually feeling any pain and more from expecting it. What the hell had Brock done to him? And to think, for a few delusional hours, he thought he was lucky to have that man. 

“What happened to you?” Steve asked but Jack didn’t answer, responding by shrugging the jacket back over his shoulders and forcing himself to stand despite how much his body protested. “Did someone try to kill you?” 

For a single, cursory moment, Jack paused while his brain took time to do a hard reset. The suggestion felt so ridiculous that he wasn’t sure what else to do but play along with it. So he shrugged and watched as Steve shook his head in disbelief. 

“Did you file a report?” He asked and Jack released a bitter laugh. 

“What? Hell no.” He snorted. He knew that Steve’s mind was somewhere else entirely but he couldn’t help imagining what it would be like trying to file a report against Brock. He’d be killed, likely. Pierce already hated their relationship, said it was a “conflict of interest.” Jack thought it was asinine at first but now he was beginning to think Pierce, slimy bastard that he was, was right. 

“You need to, this is important!” Steve demanded. Jack wasn’t entirely sure how he was supposed to react and instead just shrugged it off with a quiet ‘s’ fine.’ only to earn himself a frustrated sigh from Steve. 

“It’s not fine, it’s dangerous! You know what we do, it’s...our line of work isn’t exactly a forgiving one.” Steve huffed. ‘Tell me about it,’ Jack’s thoughts chimed as he shook his head, staring at Steve with a tired look. 

“I gotta get back to work. STRIKE team ships out in three days, be ready.” His voice was monotonous and bland as he turned to head back toward the locker rooms. That’s when Steve grabbed his arm and a rush of adrenaline tore through his body with the force of a fire hose as he turned to throw a punch that Steve quickly dodged, releasing him in the process. Jack didn’t know when he started trembling but now that he noticed, he couldn’t calm his nerves. The sad look that Steve gave him did nothing more than ignite an angry fire within him and suddenly, he was overwhelmed with the feeling that he wanted to fight again. 

“You don’t have to do this alone, I can help you.” Steve offered, taking a step forward and offering a gentle hand, only to have Jack grab hold of his wrist with an unnecessarily intense grip. 

“Ever stop to think I don’t need your fuckin’ help, Rogers?” Jack growled. “Ever stop to think I might just need your head outta’ my ass?” 

With a grimace, Jack shoved Steve back and turned without a second thought, zipping his jacket up as he retreated to lick at the wounds rubbed raw by Steve’s pity. 

***

Going through a week long mission with Steve, while simultaneously trying to hide the bruises Brock gave him, had been absolute hell. So it was understandable that all Jack wanted to do when he got home was sleep. Unfortunately for him, all Brock wanted to do was fuck. 

“I’m serious, no.” Jack growled, pushing Brock’s hand from his hip only for that same imposing hand to latch right back on. 

“Oh, c’mon, Jackie, I need you inside me.” Brock purred, licking at Jack’s throat. By then, the bruises had become a sickly yellow and were faint enough for Jack to stop wearing hoodies and jackets to hide them. The rest of his body healed accordingly and things could go back to being relatively normal, something Jack wasn’t sure if he wanted. Because Brock made him hate normal. 

“I said I don’t want to.” Jack said more firmly this time, finally managing to shove Brock back on his haunches. Pushing himself up on his elbows, Jack held Brock’s glare before his commander finally scoffed and stood up from their bed with a huff. 

“You know, you seriously make me wanna fuckin’ hit you sometimes.” Brock growled as he left the room, undoubtedly planning to sleep on the couch. He always slept on the couch when he was sick of looking at Jack, when seeing Jack made him angry. He knew this, he knew Brock got mad when he said no, knew that Brock didn’t like it when he refused anything, especially sex, and knew that Brock wanted to hurt him because of it. But Brock had never actually said it aloud before. And for whatever reason, actually hearing it was unsettling. 

He didn’t sleep well that night and when he woke up the next morning, he found that Brock had seemingly dropped the entire thing. He was bad about that, about ignoring any sort of argument they had, but Jack didn’t really have any other choice but to deal with it. 

Over time, Brock got worse. Just as he always had. After a while his threats stopped being threats and he stopped warning Jack all together. Sometimes Jack could anticipate it but most of the time, it felt entirely random. Brock would smack him in the back of his head, shove him around, punch him, even, if he was in a particularly bad mood. And Jack was at a loss. 

There was a war waged in Jack’s mind, his emotions tumbling between hating Brock and adoring him. Brock was a terrible man; he was violent and volatile and fear had become a familiar friend to Jack in the months that had passed since the choke chain incident. But every few days, he would be gentle and kind and he’d make Jack feel like nothing short of a god. And for those few, fleeting hours, Jack was on cloud nine. 

But the good times never seem to last and eventually he was sick of making up excuses to stay. 

“Come on, Jack, yer gonna leave over that? Over a love tap?” Brock growled as he followed Jack through their home. 

“Does it matter?” Jack grumbled, shoving some of his clothes into an old backpack. “I’m a grown man, I can leave if I want to.” 

This response, however, wasn’t good enough. Brock’s hand was almost instantly around his arm and Jack recoiled, throwing his elbow back and landing a hit across Brock’s mouth, effectively bloodying his lip. 

“Sonuva-” Brock barked, staggering back when Jack landed another hit on his face. Spitting a mixture of blood and spit out onto the dark carpet, Brock wiped a hand across his chin before glaring at Jack, who was frozen. Multiple thoughts raced through his mind in that moment and somehow he was both proud of and angry with himself. But both of those were overshadowed by the terror that crashed through him like a startling rush of electricity when Brock advanced on him. 

The two of them fumbled around for awhile, battering and bruising each other until eventually, Brock got his hands around the back of Jack’s head pulled, bringing his knee up to collide with Jack’s nose. 

A sickening crunch filled the air and the two of them paused as Jack covered his face, panting while he tried to gather himself. Sitting down on their bed, leaving a bloody handprint on their white comforter, Jack tried to sniff but he couldn’t. Blood dripped down his mouth the same way it had months prior when Brock had pulled him off of the couch and all he could do was wonder to himself why he was stupid enough to stay so long. 

“Let’s go.” Brock growled under his breath, taking hold of Jack’s bicep and forcing him to stand like he was a child. Jack shrugged him off, even going so far as to shove him away, before the two of them trudged out to their car. 

The ride to the hospital was silent and when they got there, Jack refused to explain how it happened. It wasn’t that he was trying to protect Brock, he was just so exhausted… He didn’t have the energy to make up excuses or answer any questions. 

Luckily, it only took fifteen minutes for a doctor to be made available for him. Unluckily, Brock followed him back into the room. And as if his broken nose wasn’t punishment enough, Brock continued to berate him. 

“You jus’ dunno when to quit do you?” Brock growled, his arms crossed over his chest. His lip was swollen, the gash that ran through it shining angry and red. Drops of blood stained the collar of his grey shirt and in that moment the two of them stared at each other with equally intense looks of pure hatred. 

“What?” Jack snapped, trying desperately to convince himself that Brock wasn’t worth a trip to prison. 

“You don’t know how to fuckin’ quit, Jack! You always do this! You piss me off, then gimme that pissy little look when I get mad! This shit wouldn’t happen if you didn’t get me so fucking riled up!” Brock barked and all Jack could do was laugh incredulously, disbelief filling him as he stared Brock in the eye. 

“No, this shit wouldn’t happen if you weren’t such a fucking psychopath.” Jack hissed and just like that, Brock was on him again. First, there was a knee to his ribs, then a fist under his jaw, but Jack wasn’t going to lay down and let Brock beat on him anymore. He’d finally decided that everything Brock did to him was complete and utter bullshit. It wasn’t warranted and he wasn’t ungrateful when he got upset about it. And for the love of God, he didn’t fucking deserve it.

So he fought back. He kicked and he growled and he fought with everything he had. Landed a few good hits too. At some point, the doctor must’ve come in to the two of them fighting and called security. They pried Brock off of Jack, his eye swollen shut and his lip re-busted-open. Jack grimaced, wanting nothing more than to pounce on him while he was restrained. But the security guards were too quick to get him out of the room.

The doctor didn’t ask Jack any questions, simply got him cleaned up, reset his nose, and offered him a phone to call someone. Jack accepted the offer with a grateful, albeit quiet, ‘thank you.’ And he sat for an hour contemplating whether or not he should do what he wanted to do. He didn’t really have much of a choice, though, did he?

“Hello?” Answered Steve’s familiar voice over the other line. 

“If I ask you to come pick me up from the hospital will you promise not to ask questions?” Jack asked. He never was good at easing into a conversation. 

“The hospital? What happened? Are you hurt?” Steve immediately started and all Jack could do was sigh and weigh what options he would have if he decided to hang up. 

“Steve, please.” He begged quietly. He wasn’t proud of the pleading tone in his voice but he couldn’t take it back. Couldn’t hide it. Not anymore.

Steve didn’t say anything for a long time. The quiet that fell over them was the kind that was deafening and suffocating at the same time and he wanted nothing more than to scream just to fill the space. But before he could, Steve started talking again. 

“I’ll be there.” He said softly. 

And he was. In twenty minutes, Steve was at the hospital and the second he saw Jack, it looked like his entire world had been crushed. An odd look of knowing crossed his face as he flicked his head and without a second thought, Jack followed.

After another wordless car ride, Jack found himself in a new place. The unfamiliar space of Steve’s apartment left him feeling vulnerable and exposed, like a rabbit in a field of rabid dogs. But Steve’s gentle hand guided him and it sickened him that his mind was already waiting for that softness to be replaced with anger and pain. But nothing happened and Jack scolded himself for thinking something would. 

They sat on the couch with the same silence that had hovered over them on the phone weighing tension on their shoulders and Jack once again felt the urge to make noise so it wouldn’t feel so heavy on his chest. But just as before, Steve came to the rescue to fill the silence before Jack had to. 

“I guess this is how Bucky always felt when he saw me all beat up.” Steve tried to chuckle and Jack couldn’t help the little snort that left him. 

“Guess so.” Jack grunted in response, sighing as he refused to meet Steve’s eye. It was then that an arm slowly wrapped around him and with cautious curiosity, Jack let it happen, willing himself not to flinch. He half expected other advances to be made but nothing ever came, and he liked it that way. 

Steve turned the T.V. on and for a while, Jack zoned out while late night sitcoms flashed on screen with mediocre, cheesy jokes filling the quiet with a comfortable drone. And eventually, as Jack grew too tired to ignore the exhaustion any longer, he rested his head on Steve’s shoulder and found a relieving sense of peace when Steve leaned on him too. 

And for the first time since he’d met Brock fucking Rumlow, he felt safe.

[leggomylino]

❧

Just after he died, he sat up. 

You stare at your game, completely dumbfounded.

What the heck?! I know I just killed him with that last attack! I totally crushed the sorry little--

“Ding!”

“Ahh!”

You nearly drop your DS in a state of panic.

“What? Who? Where?!”

“Ding! Ding!” 

Slowly you look toward the only source of light in your room, other than your game screens and whatever’s managing to peek in through your curtains. With a shaky breath of past anxiety you crawl across the cream-colored carpet of your bedroom to lift your phone off the desk, stopping next to a grape juice stain that was 100% Han Jisung’s fault.

Speaking of Han Jisung...

Crap, you’d completely forgotten about him! You rush to the window, opening it just as a rock comes flying for your face, having to duck to avoid a black eye or a chipped tooth.   This guy. You peer down at him from your second story window.

“What the heck are you doing?! You almost killed me!” “Killed you?! I was aiming for the window not you!” You have to stifle a laugh at seeing him soaking wet from the automatic timed sprinklers in the neighbor’s yard, but it doesn’t go so well.

“Ha-ha, yes, laughing at my misery just like the rest of them. Hyunjin and Jeongin totally have corrupted you, liar…” You roll your eyes before throwing him a Sailor Moon blanket that could use a good run through the wash anyway, traces of a smile still evident on your face. “Geez, quit being such a whiny baby. I’m coming down, okay? Meet me out front!” “You expect me to trek back through no-man’s land?! What if my computer gets━”

That’s the last thing you heard, since you’d already rounded the corner on your way down the hall. You make a quick job of retying the messy bun of your I-may-or-may-not-have-been-brushed-in-the-past-twenty-four-hours hair before sliding down the rail of your staircase like a pro and swinging the front door open. Han meets you with a sour look on his face. He and Sailor Moon are both soaking wet, but somehow Luna and his laptop had managed to make it out unscathed. “I’m telling on you.”

“To who?” you laugh, stepping aside to let him in. “Hurry up and wait right here. I’ll go get you some fresh towels.”

He steps inside while his sour face turns quizzical, then slightly amused. “Hurry up and wait right here? The heck does that mean?”

“It means what it says! I mean, what it sounds like! Just…” You lock the door behind him, and he smiles. “How many cups this time?”

“......”

“C’mon, (y/n),” he chides, slinging off his pack at the door and tossing the wet blanket beside it. “How many?” Your brows furrow. “You’re not gonna tell on me, are you?”

His smile is nothing less than mischievous. “I dunno. Am I?” “Mrgrgr…” You march off to get him those fresh towels, your hostile movements warning him not to follow you, which he only laughs at and does anyway. ‘Cause that’s just the kind of jerk Han Jisung is. Smh.

The towels in the dryer are still warm from whence the cycle ended some hour and twenty minutes ago, so you toss him a couple of those and a smaller hand towel for his face or computer, whichever he decides to use it on. The pleasing scent of ginseng and honey-lavender dryer sheets wafts over your face and fills the small laundry room as you pull yourself out of the metallic chamber. “So what’s going on? Did you really come all the way over here just because you’re mad about the group text?”

He opens his mouth to say something, but the doorbell rings before he has a chance to answer. 

You blink towards the sound as realization crosses your face. “Wait right here. I’ll be right back!” You have to be careful as you scurry on sock-clad feet across the honey-brown floorboards to the front door again, passively on the lookout for any water Han tracked on his way in. You can’t help but smile with excitement as you fling the door open. You frown. So does Felix when he sees the look on your face. “Wow. Someone’s excited to see me.” “You’re not Jaemin,” you state dumbly. He manages to keep a completely stoic face as he shakes his head.

“No, I’m not. Who’s that?”

“My brother. I’m expecting him to come visit me soon. He does every Sunday.”

“I see.” He’s looking down at his phone, then pockets it a moment later whilst giving you a cheesy smile. “Are you gonna let me in? I’d hate to meet the same fate as Han. Especially because I just upgraded my phone for the new game release tomorrow.” You do your best to cast away your disappointment as you let him inside. “Yeah, whatever, come join the party.” You stick your head out the door to check left, then right, ensuring no other thots were left unaccounted for before locking up again. “You got other company or somethin’?” he asks, eyeing Han’s things.    “Nah, just Han. He stopped by like five minutes ago. He’s in the laundry room drying off.” You begin making your way back with Felix following a few steps behind you. “So what are you doing here? Also show me your phone, I wanna see! Wait, hold on, why do you need a new phone for Ultrascape? It’s not an app game, they’re only releasing it for Xbox and PS4. Also--” Felix begins to laugh a bit, eyeing you from above his phone screen that’d mysteriously found its way back into his hands. “Someone’s had coffee today. How many cups?” You groan as you break the threshold into the laundry room. “Seriously, you too? Why can’t you guys both just leave me alone…Hyunjin and Innie never give me a hard time about my drinking habits.” They both find amusement in your pouting, Han having just finished drying his laptop and tossing the towel into the hamper. “Wow, so you really do like them better than us. We can’t help it if it’s incredibly entertaining to make fun of your addiction problem.” “I wouldn’t say incredibly entertaining, but...yeah, pretty much.” the Australian boy agrees, giving a little shrug. He begins to mumble and ramble things into his shiny new phone screen. “Also it’s...y’know, kinda cute.” Something exotic washes over your cheeks and paints a picture of a sunny spring day on your insides, but you’re able to thankfully dismiss it as so thirty seconds ago as the doorbell rings yet a third time. This time when you open the door, you’re able to uphold the sheer joy on your face at seeing Jaemin smiling down at you with a drink carrier in one hand and a bouquet of lilies in the other. The ever-so-slight ombre tints in the roots of his light-dyed hair remind you of just how long it’s really been since you last saw him, even if it was only just a week. “I am Li-ly~ Of the va-lley~” he starts to sing, and you laugh, taking the drink carrier and giving him a cheesy wink. You sing back to humor him.    “Of the quiet peaceful valley over there~”

You fling your hand out into a random direction off yonder, and you both burst into a fit of giggles like it’s the funniest thing in the world. The moment you open the door to Jaemin’s weekly Sunday visits, every time, no matter what’s going on, the collection of stressful events and uninvited anxiety in your life just seems to melt away into nothing; one of the many things you loved about your brother. But Han Jisung doesn’t seem to get it, given the blank expression on his face as he’s staring the two of you down from ten feet away. He doesn’t say anything either, only making things that much more awkward. “Umm…” You put on another grin as you gesture to your brother like a Nobel prize, since he may as well be anyway. “Han, this is my brother Jaemin. This is Han Jisung, one of my friends I was telling you about.” you explain. Jaemin’s smile is genuine as he gives the young man a polite nod, the other doing the same in return. “A pleasure. Thank you for looking after (y/n) in my absence. I know she can be a handful the way she’s always running into things.” “You mean like trouble? Yeah, she does that a lot. You should have seen her when we introduced her to Minecraft. But yeah, the pleasure’s mine as well.” “Minecraft?” Jae gives you a strange look above his normally sunny disposition, to which you reply with a playful shove and a roll of your eyes.    “Yes Jae, Minecraft. Come on, you have to at least know that one.” “It’s not that I’ve never heard of it before. I’m just surprised you’re letting the season pass for League of Legends that I just bought you go to waste.” “I’m not!” you protest, stamping down your foot. “I just played a few rounds with Felix and Jeongin the other day!”

He shakes his head, tsking. “A few rounds...a hundred and eighty dollars down the toilet.” “Not so! We won! And I even...” Your voice trails off again as you look around, suddenly realizing something━ really someone━ is missing. You shoot Han a curious glare. “Where’s the other thot?” He’s engrossed in his phone like Felix was when he showed up at the door a bit ago, raising his eyebrows to show that he heard you. “Hm? Oh, he left about two seconds after you ran out of the other room. He got an emergency call from work.” “Oh…” You don’t mean to sound so disappointed, but it just comes out that way, and you can only hope the others didn’t notice. “Do you know what he came here for?” He mimics the action from before. “...Mmm...yeah, just a sec…” Just a sec quickly becomes a full minute, then two. You know the look on his face all too well. He’s definitely playing Fortnite. That’s what I get for giving him the WiFi password…

You grab Jaemin’s arm, pulling him away into the kitchen. Thankfully he doesn’t ask any questions. “Thanks for the coffee,” you say, pulling out your favorite particular beverage from the carrier after placing it on the island. Jaemin chuckles while searching the cabinets for a vase to put the flowers in. “It’s decaf, just so you know. I don’t need you bouncing off the walls after 3 pm, especially in your condition.” You frown at that last remark, but it doesn’t compare to the dreaded aura you send towards the thick stack of cards you failed to notice he’d been holding in his back pocket with a few smaller ones in the flowers. “What’s all that?” you ask; but you already know the answer. He’s eyeing you with warmth and delight, making it that much worse. “Why, this is your fan mail! I’ve got a tote bag full of them out in the car, but I just picked these up from the post-office on my way over. I thought they were for me because they were addressed in my name, but I think the girls must have gotten confused on who to address it to.” You scoff. No, they were just bold. Here’s the thing about your fan mail: It wasn’t for you. It was never for you. 

It was for Jaemin. Your supposed “fans” couldn’t give less of a hoot about you or your health. It was your strikingly handsome, fashionable, polished, boyfriend-material brother they were after. The moment your friends...who were never really your friends to begin with...the moment they found out you had a brother, and that that brother was Na Jaemin, well, they all about had a meltdown of lovesick heartache and went batsh*t crazy. It was then you realized they’d never really been your friends at all, that they’d just heard some petty rumor that you and Jae were dating, and when he cleared it up that oh, no, that’s only my sister, they just started using you to get closer to him. Word had spread over the time of your departure from the university, and after moving back home within the first two weeks one of those Mean Girls (probably Regina) thought it’d be a swell idea to send you a get-well card in order to get under your brothers good graces. And because your sweet caring brother also had to be such a gullible dumbass, he had to go and tweet the word out that it’d be so great to see more of these! thinking those girls actually cared. 

They cared alright, but not about you. So now you were getting mounds and mounds of these petty fake Get better! We’re always think of you! Hellmark greeting cards. And ironically, they were what fed your anxiety as of late. You open your mouth to finally tell Jaemin what’s really going on, because surely if he wasn’t getting it by now and the girls were getting this desperate it’d gone on long enough, but as you turn your eyes up to him from staring into the onyx marble counter-top something thin and sharp pierces a nerve in your gut. It’s Jaemin. You didn’t notice it before when he was standing so close, but now as you’re seeing him from across the kitchen, beneath the recessed lighting, he’s...thin. So thin. He’d always been slim, but never thin. He turns to the side, and you’re able to see his face now. His skin is a strange, almost translucent color, and there are deep purple blueberries under his eyes, the bags weighed down with hours and hours of lost sleep piled on by stress that shows in the poor coloration of his face. He’s still an attractive guy, of course, but...he looks like he’s auditioning for the role of Death. “Jaemin?” you say instead. Your voice comes out wavered, distorted, unsure. “Are you okay?”

“Hm?” He turns his head all the way towards you, and you feel like an idiot for not noticing as soon as you opened the door. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He smiles. “Why do you ask?”

Bless his heart, he’s putting on that fake smile for your benefit. You can feel your protective mom instincts winding into submission, the ones that usually only kick in when Jeongin’s around or that time Jaemin got the flu. “I dunno, you just look really...tired.” You stand. “Do you wanna lie down? I can take care of the flowers. I’m pretty sure the guest room is still clean if━ or maybe if you wanna crash of the couch for a bit━” His laughter cuts you off, and he shakes his head while waving a hand at you. “I’m fine, really. I’m always tired, you know this. Besides,” He finds a clear blue vase, carefully arranging the flowers inside and filling it with water. “You’re the one that needs to be resting. Go make yourself comfortable in the living room and pick out something for us to watch.” “......” “...What? Did you want to play a game instead?”

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[𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚍𝚘?   𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝   𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢   𝙱𝚊𝚐 ➤ 𝚁𝚞𝚗 ]

“......” You shake your head, wandering out into the living room.

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[𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎? ➤ 𝚈𝚎𝚜    𝙽𝚘]

[𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛…]

[(𝚢/𝚗) 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎.]

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[ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙱/𝚈 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 //  ➤ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙰/𝚇 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 ]

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Hello! Welcome to my first Children Rekindled review? I don't know what you would call this exactly because it's just me screaming. I'm considering on doing this for every chapter that comes out, but due to how long the chapters are, it might take two or more posts to get to the end of this chapter. If you haven't read the comic, go read it here > http://children-rekindled.top/?c=1&p=1 This comic is a reboot of the original so I might mention that one a bit, but I promise there won't be bad spoilers. Let's get started! 

Before I get into this, lemme just say that Bon does such a good job with the art?? Like the entire group working on this did so well!! I was really impressed about how it turned out caUSE HOLY HECK

oH IT THEM I love the entire bit of scenery in this panel? The colors work really well together and after a while of not seeing these kiddos actually ok, it's nice to see them all just chilling at Freddy's..alone? Charlie is an epic gaymer and no one can tell me otherwise. SHE'S STILL THE SMALLEST AND THAT MAKES ME SOB

IT'S MY FAVORITE BOYYYY Their dynamic already shown makes me scream?? I love them both sO MUCH!! Imagine being such an epic gaymer that you sweat after playing some game my younger self could relate- 

IM STILL SOBBING OVER THESE REDESIGNS?? Michael actually being interested in the animatronics makes this even better too! It makes more sense as well cause since they are older, why else would they be there? Before, they were just kids who thought the animatronics were real. Now Michael just brings them along cause he loves this sort of stuff!

Daniel ily so much u silly babey Francis is such a meanie, but he's so loveable! I just,,the most recent chapter made me wanna die for him.

This is why a lot of my incorrect quotes with Daniel has jokes?? I love the thought of him just being this boyo that tries his best to make others laugh and when it works, he's so proud of himself!! Ship content right there- Also Michael rambling about animatronics is the cutest thing! He's so happy with this and it just makes me uwu sm,,hE ALSO DOES BASKETBALL?? AND SO DOES DANIEL AND FRANCIS?? 

wAIT NO IM NOT READY

GO AWAYYYY I love this panel though?? Just the group and this creepy heck?? The colors make the entire thing look so great, bUT I HATE WHAT THIS MEANSSS

Have you guys never learned?? Have your parents never taught you not to follow strange bunny men? smh such bad parents At least Francis is being the reasonable person here, but it's sad really. Even being the reasonable person, he can't stop anything.

The panel just with the entire group makes me so happy aa I love them??

"My mouth's a tomb!" hAHA GET IT CAUSE HE HECKIEING DI- 💥 🔫

DON'T TOUCH MY BABEY BOY I knew this was gonna happen eventually, but honestly I get how Daniel just wanted to leave- that heck locking the door just made the entire thing feel off.

guys I'm going on a trip to save Daniel. anyone who wants to join me can just jump into the truck of the car because I'm going right now bye- MICHAEL'S FACE JUST HURTS SO MUCH When that heck pulled out a knife, they all knew what was going on and honestly that hurt me the most?? Like Michael is probably in such conflicting pain at the moment because he was the one that dragged them along into this.

Alternative AU where Daniel actually closes his eyes and William is like 'wait shit- I can't do anything now' Poor boyo seems to terrified to even do so- I mean this heck has a knife?? Who would close their eyes when someone is around with a knife???

NOOOO I like how bon did this panel, bUT NO NO I HATE THIS PLS STOP HURTING MY BOY I- iIt all goes downhill from here guys

Going through this entire page is painful First we have the reaction of the group which just hits hard!! How Michael turns away once Daniel gets stabbed already hurts enough. He can't escape the loud screaming of pain coming from his dying friend. Charlie also covers her eyes, but it's the same for that too. Francis being there just shocked about what is going on in front of him hITS HARD. The two are watching, completely powerless. They have to see their friend just heckieing die and couldn't do a thing. It must hurt Bianca a lot especially considering that the two seem to be rather close friends?? Seeing Daniel just slowly get weaker as his screaming of pain stops to show that he's finally dead really hurts? It already made the entire thing painful in the original, but in this it's just worse because once he stops, you really know he's gone. I wonder how the others feel when hearing that. The sinking feeling of denial and guilt in their stomach ESPECIALLY MICHAEL would just hurt.

please don't just yeet the boyo onto the floor- Bianca is a mess and this heck is like 'wow look at that!! I just killed your friend! Moving on-'

We all just want to hug Bianca here. If you don't then you're wrong. She looks like she’s just in so much denial. The Afterwound AU and Soul-Linked AU hurt due to this and I want that show. Both have it so they had seen each other die, but suddenly they are all ok? At least in the Soul-Linked AU they are for a bit- aus are so much fun, but let's get back to this.

There goes another one! what a shocking surprise! In the original (if you didn't read it), she just got her throat slit due to a guitar string, but now she got heckieing electrocuted. I wonder which is worse?? At least now she doesn't have a talking problem, but always shaking is horrible. I need to ask Bon more about how she feels, but for now I'm just gonna suffer

yet again, the reaction between these three makes me sob aLSO FRANCIS WHAT ARE U DOING

Francis is the logical one another, but going up against a weird bunny man that's taller than you and has a knife is awful already. Is he able to survive and get out of there alive with the rest? Haha what a stupid question-

More to unpack here! To begin, Francis trembling in the first panel just shows that even the bravest boyo around tHAT IS TRYING TO DEFEND HIS FRIENDS, is realizing that he can't even do that. How could he face someone who just killed two of his friends? Someone who was clever enough to lead them to this room where they are trapped and unable to run? Then when he got stabbed, for one, that must hurt like hell! And also he wasn't even able to do much to save them apart from telling them to run! He didn't even get a hit in before William was just like "time to murder u" "I hope you'll see your friends again soon, dear." HECK U WILLIAM THEY NEVER DESERVED ANY OF THIS PLS-

Third one down! Michael looks so terrified and honestly I feel the same way- I will make a part 2 eventually, but for now I will summarize how this are so far. aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA what will happen to Michael and Charlie? find out next time on 'im gonna cry and sob for the next 24 hours and more oh god why did I do this'

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So…. Aladdin, huh? I saw the movie yesterday and decided to sleep on it before making this post. I’d like to start saying that I love the 1992 movie. It’s probably in my top 10, if not top 5 of Disney movies. Nevertheless, the 2019 remake isn’t bad, but I wouldn’t call it a masterpiece or “better than the original”. I’ve made a list of the parts I recognized as good, bad and neutral (meaning they’re not bad, but they left no impact on me). 

I may go into spoiler territory, so if you’re interested in seeing the movie I recommend you not reading further. 

We good? Okay, here we go with the positives:

- I really liked the scenography. I don’t know where they filmed it, but it was breathtaking at time. The movie took time to show us the city, and I loved it. The palace was beautiful. It reminded me of the Topkapi Palace in Istambul a little bit. The inside of the cave of wonders appeared smaller than the one in the original, but it’s not a bad thing. 

- The wardrobe department did an amazing job! Jasmine’s dresses were so beautiful.She looks stunning in that turquoise dress. Aladdin’s prince attire was wonderful as well. 10/10. They aced it.

- The choreographies too were marvelous. Mena Massoud is an incredible dancer. He was super energetic. I got a little of Bollywood vibes with some dances (the Prince Alì one for example). Like the wardrobe department, they all did an amazing job.

- The CGI was really good! I was afraid (as most people I think) that the Genie would look bad, but that’s not it. Yeah, it’s a lil’ weird at the beginning, but you get used to it quick enough. I think both Abu and Raja were CGI modified at times, but I’m not sure. They looked super realistic. Oh, the carpet! The carpet was a lot of fun, but they didn’t show it a lot. What a shame. In the few scenes it had, it was really well animated. 

- This one is a mixed bag: the casting. It’s really good for some parts, and for others.. well.. I’ll explain those later. Mena Massoud plays a credible Aladdin and Naomi Scott is a wonderful princess Jasmine. I could see they both loved their parts. Their chemistry is also over the roof. Their romance is a little more awkward than in the original movie, but I liked it. I found it really cute.  

- Will Smith as the Genie works, but I didn’t have any doubt. It goes without saying that Robin William’s one will forever being the superior one, but I think everybody’s knew that. He gave the character a new twist: a little bit more abrasive at times. I don’t know if I 100% like it, but it’s new. He tried to make the character his, and I commend to that.

I think that’s all, at least that comes to mind. Let’s move to the neutral points:

- The songs. I don’t know if this happened with the English songs, but in Italian there have been some changes. They’re not even major changes, just a few words and I don’t understand it. The new take on “A Friend like Me” is good (although I could have done it without the rapping part). “Prince Alì” seemed a little toned down. I think they could have done more with it, could really have gone BIG. I’m bummed out Jafar didn’t sing his song, but looking back at his characterization in this movie I’m glad he didn’t (more on it later). “Speechless” was .. okay? An average power ballad song. Didn’t love it, didn’t hate it. It was important for the growth of this new Jasmine, so I’ll take it. 

- Speaking of Jasmine, I don’t know how to feel about this new version. Yeah, she’s strong and empowered, but I thought she was already powerful in the original? I’ve seen people love this new take, and I don’t hate it I’m just.. neutral to it. They add some political themes in it, and I didn’t mind them tbh. Although the whole “You’re a woman, so you should not speak” was a little annoying at times, but whatever. It was important for her character growth. 

- There have been some changes with the timeline. For example, Aladdin and Jasmine meet at the bazar before he sings “One Jump Ahead”. We even meet her BEFORE finding out she’s the princess. They’re not bad changes, and sometimes they work for the better. 

- Jafar now has a backstory…. okay? They give it to us out of nowhere and it felt like they were reading his character’s sheet. He used to be a skilled thief and this turned out to be relevant later in the movie, so I’m okay with it. Plus, the scene were he and Aladdin first meet and Jafar show his skills it’s good. I liked it. I actually liked the scenes where those two interacted. That’s the most I can say about the Jafar of this movie (lol)

- I don’t mind the addition on Dalia (Jasmine’s handmaiden). I knew she would have been the Genie’s love interest from the start. I don’t think she did much for the story, but whatever. She wasn’t annoying so she gets a pass from me.

- Iago…. oh my dear Iago. You were so fun in the original and now.. you’re just okay. Istg he’s more important than Jafar at times. He does everything for him in this movie. I joked a lot with my friend on how is Iago the evil mastermind now. I wish they had given him a real script and not just some words to say from time to time. I guess they were going for realism smh.

And now… the negative.

- YOU GET A BACKSTORY. AND YOU GET A BACKSTORY. EVERYBODY GET A BACKSTORY!!! Now even Razoul/Hakim has a backstory.. Why??? I don’t believe he needed one. Jafar having one was already odd, but whatever, it was kinda important. But Hakim? Why? I’m so confused. It also came out of nowhere, it was used by Jasmine to “change his heart and made him realize how he really should be fighting for”…. Bah.

- Another character change I don’t like is the sultan’s one. He was fine before, why did they went and changed him?! He was a fun-loving father. Yeah, he was childish, but in a charming way. I swear I think he is in this movie for less than 15 minutes. He didn’t even seem to like his own daughter. Yes, he gave her the kingdom at the end and recognized she’s capable of being a great leader…. but I got no love from him.

- Now the change I hate the most: Jafar. What have they done to you??? He’s one of my favorite villains. He’s cunning, power-hungry, crazy at times and a joy to watch overall. This 2019 Jafar? He’s just soooo boring! IHe has no charisma, not charme. He doesn’t seem that much smart either. He’s just .. there ‘cause we need a villain so. I’ve seen posts where Marwan Kenzari’s characterization was deemed as a “glow up” and an “upgrade”????? Are you for real??? Is it only cause he’s handsome?? Is this what you want? A bland good looking villain? Jesus Christ I’m so mad at this change. Every time he was on screen I wished he would just go away. The only exceptions, as stated before, where the scenes with Mena Massoud. Stop. A total miss-casted role imo.

- Speaking of miss…. what a climax huh? In the original 1992 movie we had a great battle against a giant snake, swords, Genie’s cheering for Aladdin, Jasmine in an hourglass, black and red everywhere…. now we got a giant parrot….. WONDERFUL! EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED!  Yeah it wasn’t good. At that point I was just waiting for Jafar to make that dumb third wish and go away. The way Aladdin tricks Jafar to become a genie further proves how dumb he is in this adaptation. Ugh… whatever. Jasmine becomes sultan because her father just doesn’t want to be one anymore I guess, and she changes the law to marry Aladdin. Amazing. 10/10. best ending ever…. why didn’t her father changed the law himself? Why did he give her his power I.. I don’t know. At that point I didn’t care anymore.

- This last one is a major nick-pic … but how funny was the last kiss of Aladdin and Jasmine? They are outside the palace’s doors, surrounded by commoners, and they kiss. I imagine an average Hoe, just minding his own business, while drinking his karkadé. Out of nowhere he sees the princess in public after YEARS. YEARS THE CITY HASN’T SEEN HER. And what does she do? She kisses this random thief. Idk, I found it funny.

To wrap it up: 

Is it a good movie? Yeah, it was fun at times. Do I recommend it? I guess? Look, if you’re not a big Aladdin’s fan and you want a new take of the overall story you’re going to like it. I’d give it a solid 7/10. 

If the original is a coke, this one is its diet version.

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     – 𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚 , 𝐚𝐲 – it’s ya girl , 𝒖𝒉 , skinny penis. jkjk , it’s only me , cc , local apocalyptic Hoe and i’ve been kinda sick lately Whoops. i’m a cst-er and go by she/her pronouns and will respond to any nickname i receive. i’m bringing my bby romy into this friend group and honestly ? she’s quite a handful so i’m gonna sneak in this apology first thing because phew , she’s so much i almost put ‘ these hands / her fists ’ as her weapon but i didn’t think that was the best idea for her.

( kim yerim → twenty → cisfemale ) ROSEMARY “ROMY” NA has been spotted hiding in the cabin. when you see HER, the odds of seeing them with a HIKING STICK in their hand is very likely. apparently their friends see them as the INCENDIARY - which makes total sense seeing as they’re VENTUROUS & PERCIPIENT as well as being CLIMACTIC & PROVOKING. i just hope they can survive the apocalypse…

AESTHETIC: holding back rambunctious laughter in a silent library, never being afraid to confront someone who’s done you wrong, a wide smile with a busted lip, the feeling of the wind blowing through your hair, half-buttoned dress shirts and short skirts, taped fingers from your latest fight, never being seen without a smile, being fiercely protective of the ones you love, the bigger the hoop the bigger the:, pulling hair in the non-sexual way and always being known as a firecracker.

* QUICK STATS /

full name: 나 로미  /  na romi  / rosemary na nickname(s): romy preferred name: romy age / dob: twenty  /  may , twenty-third , ‘ninety-nine gender: cisfemale  /  she/her pronouns label: the incendiary  ( designed to start fires / tending to stir up conflict ) faceclaim: loml , kim yerim ( yeri from rv )

* QUICK FACTS / HEADCANONS

legally blind, her glasses are thick af and she isn’t afraid to give someone a headache by making them wear her glasses.

is never seen without a smile on her face , even if she’s getting pulled out of a fist fight or is having a yelling match with someone.

a mix of class clown with drama queen so all in all: a+ annoyance. major annoyance. just isn’t afraid to make an inappropriate joke at an inappropriate time.

like stated above , is also super dramatic. just one of those girls that’ll scream at the slightest inconvenience just to laugh about it.

is very confrontational and isn’t afraid to start a fight if she feels like she or one of her friends has been wronged

has daddy issues but will joke about her dad like he’s a part of her life all the time.

has been in a lot of fights , have gotten a lot of stitches and casts and has had her ass handed to her multiple times but has no intentions of stopping.

genuinely has been getting into physical fights since like the fourth grade and definitely knows how to fight and surprisingly HASN'T gotten charged for assault or battery yet considering she's definitely the type to start AND finish a bar fight and has spent a night in local sherriff's stations.

her weapon is a hiking stick but she's ... good FDSKLASJA, hand to hand isn't the BEST idea with zombies but she's gonna try anyway. ( also, she's probably taped a knife to the end of the hiking stick and probably twirls it a lot, bobbi morse style and doesn't take it seriously smh )

a happy , dramatic , fighting small gorl. so kinda like a golden retriever honestly.

*BULLET POINT BIO

where can i even begin ? to sum up romy’s life in a nutshell , she’s a bundle of trouble who’s gotten into a lot of fights and has some big daddy issues , okay ? if you want a taste of who she is , she’s inspired a lot by the song HER by chase atlantic :)

but ! basically , born to korean immigrants , romy was given a very american name in hopes of giving her a normalized life in america. she was only ever spoken to in english , ridding her of a chance to learn her native language and spent very little time to learn about her culture. all of these decisions were made by her mom , who loved romy so much despite having her at a very young age.

from ages one to six , she was pretty happy and had a pretty average life. her dad was a hard worker , learning the ins and outs of computer engineering / software just as it was taking off and had a good enough job to support the family and she was 100 % without a doubt a daddy’s girl. she had him wrapped around her little finger and she just absolutely adored him , no matter what he did.

then , a couple months after her sixth birthday , she remembers watching him pack up a suitcase and leaving. she doesn’t know why and her mom never told her , but she remembers sitting on her bed and seeing her dad through the crack of her door packing up in silence and leaving without even saying goodbye to her , which sorta broke her little heart.

but she could tell it broke her mom’s heart too , so romy just ... continued with life without ever really dealing with it because That’s Just What You Do , you know ? she became a rambunctious little kid and by the time she was in junior high she was a regular trouble maker. she didn’t intend to make life harder for her mom , but she just had a lot to deal with and didn’t know any other way than to throw hands in the girl’s locker room.

she wasn’t horrible , seeing as she still had friends and was quite popular around school. she wasn’t a bully either , but people knew she wasn’t afraid to get knitty gritty. but , even though she’s known for fighting , she spent most of high school just sitting in the front of class cracking jokes with the teacher. if you wanted someone to distract the teacher while you finished your project , romy was your girl.

in the same vein , she was sort of ? a drama queen. would complain loudly and often about nothing , make a big deal out of nothing and wouldn’t be afraid to march up to someone and confront them if she thought she had good reason to. so actually , maybe she was a little bit of a bitch , but that’s just who she was.

barely graduated , still isn’t sure how because she spent her last semester of senior year showing up late and leaving early. but graduated anyway and since she didn’t have the grades for college , left town and started traveling instead. mostly makes money through odd jobs and things locals will pay her to do , so is now mostly a jack of all trades.

*PERSONALITY

oof , uh if you couldn’t tell from the bio , she’s a handful.

her pos traits are venturesome and percipient , meaning basically: she’s adventurous but she’s got a good grip on things. people don’t expect much from her because ... dumb jock who gets into fights , but she’s mostly got a good grip on things fjsdlfdsj. she’s just v courageous and adventurous and is usually the first to volunteer for doing the Thing nobody else wants to do.

her neg traits are climactic and provoking because: she’s dramatic and she’s confrontational. no stranger to a fight , she’s not afraid to start a fight if she feels like she or one of her friends has been done wrong. unfortunately , that means she’s ready to throw down at any given moment which can be problematic because calm down romy.

all in all , a wild spirit that has no intention of calming down. if she was on a reality tv show , she’d be the crazy one because she just ... is a firecracker of a human being.

* WANTED CONNECTIONS

all of them fdsafad

BUT ! i’d love to see some rivals / enemies / neg connections because romy is kinda the worst so people who can’t stand her , people who she’s gotten into fights ( physical or not ) , people who think she’s a bit much , all of the above fdksfs

or someone who she loves dearly ! people she considers blood and would fight for no matter the situation or if they asked!

someone she has an unrequited crush on or vice versa ! someone who has she has a mutual crush on but she has daddy issues so it never really works out fjdsa any gender for this one babY

hook ups / exes cause again ... daddy issues. any gender bbies !

ex friends ??? we love an angsty friendship connection here where they used to be friends and something happened and they WANT to be friends again but it’s Complicated.

ex enemies !!! FKDSJ where they ‘hate each other’ because of their really rocky past BUT it’s not that deep they actually love each other now.

a smooth lil will they / wont they / exes / angst-y plots because i without a doubt am a hoe for angst in the apocalypse.

if nothing here floats ur boat PLS lmk and we can brainstorm cause i already love all ur muses and want plots with ALL of them.

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Modern Sora Quintet + Kairi + Just Dance date headcanons, please? I love your writing so much aldjksshfkh

hEEUY I LOVE JUST DANCE SO MUCH - also, glad you like the writing ! ! 

Sora :

Sora knows how to dance, but he’s not good following instructions and copying moves so suddenly - which is basically everything that you gotta do in Just Dance. You should p r o b a b l y make sure that the Wii strap is properly tied, cause Sora’s the type to Y E E T that shit across time and space by accident, maybe break a window or two. Or accidentally hurt himself or smack you at some point. Listen, maybe just give him some time to get familiar with the remote before playing at the same time.

I hope you have high stamina, cause Sora would choose the more energetic songs (like those fuckin gymnastic versions of the popular songs) ! Get ready to j u m p and twirl around, giggling like idiots all the time. Please for the love of god, don’t let him find out about the memes - cause he’d force you to play I’m Blue Da Ba Dee, Despacito or Dame tu Cosita. Maybe even beg to record some funny parts just to show Kairi and Riku.

At the end of the day, the two of you would be laughing your asses off on the floor, sweating and panting because Sora convinced you to try to play every song in one sitting - but of course that’s pretty much impossible for a couple of n e r d s, so you guys gave up after 9 songs or so. That’s still impressive, though. I can see him organizing friendly tournaments with you and the rest of your friends just for fun ! 

Vanitas :

Once again, this sourpuss would most likely be hesitant to play, saying that the game seems pretty stupid, acting all superior and condescending at first. But as soon as he gets a hold of the remote, you can see the f i r e in his eyes. Vanitas might not be a fan of dancing in general (or haVING FUN, PSH) but he sure is a fan of w i n n i n g - and that’s exactly what he’s planning to do today. Date ? Sorry, don’t know her. He only knows one-sided c o m p e t i t i o n s.

It’s actually pretty cute to see him so concentrated and focused to beat you at this game. Specially cause you put the hardest songs first just to fuck with him and tone down that temper, h o h o h o h - yeah it doesn’t really end up well for you either. The p l a n backfires and the two of you are out of breath by the third song ! Vanitas is insisting on continuing while you just laugh at him and convince him to take it easy.

He’d love songs like Walk This Way or Bang Bang Bang. Vanitas is the type of dude bro who always has to pick the male dancer in whatever song you two play cause his f r a g i l e masculinity won’t allow anything else. However you can tell that he’s dying to try other songs like DDu-Du-DDu-Du or Built For This, anything with that p o w e r f u l vibe to them. After this date, Vanitas wouldn’t be as opposed as before to have another round of Just Dance with you.

Ventus :

You half expected Ventus to refuse, but he was actually pretty enthusiastic to play with you ! He’d lowkey brag about being a master at the game - however not too long after starting, you’d realize that Ventus is that one type of Just Dance player who can dance 6 specific songs while blindfolded. Because that’s literally all the songs he plays. Once you take him out of his comfort zone, he’d be pretty much at l o s s.

Like he’s really good at Another One Bites The Dust, Beauty and the Beast and Cheap Thrills - he’ll even wink or blow a kiss towards you for that d r a m a t i c effect, but that’s about it. You gotta help him e x p a n d his repertoire. It’s like he legit didn’t knew he could play other stuff, he’d gasp in surprise whenever you guys passed popular songs or ones that he recognized. W e l c o m e to the real world of Just Dance, Ventus.

Okay, he can dance and he’s having the time of his life trying out new songs with you. But if you choose one of the more s e x y and spicy dances like Maneater or Ain’t My Fault, Ventus would most likely scream internally and hide his blushing face into the couch or something. Do with this information what you will.

Roxas :

Roxas has the p o t e n t i a l - like he’s a good DDR player, has the reflexes, the speed, the b a l a n c e and everything needed to properly play Just Dance ! Sadly it’s like seeing a newborn duck waddling after it’s mother. You know when a friend dares you to twerk or do some other memey shit, and you half-ass it instead of owning it because the embarrassment holds you back ? That’s Roxas with Just Dance. He doesn’t have stage fright, he just doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself in front of you.

Even so, he’s willing to give it a try cause he just can’t say no to you. At first he’d beg you to pick easy songs so he can keep up and not d i e, but you can see him gradually getting excited upon finding some familiar songs in the list. Roxas would try to sing while dancing and it’s so contagious that you’d start singing too ! (wHERE DID YOU COME FROM WHERE DID YOU GO COTTON E Y E J O E)

His favorites would be Cake by the Ocean, Die Young and Good Feeling (I just realized the first two songs somehow make sense with the 358/2 plot and i’m so sad now, someone hold me) but he also likes duet songs, trying the super extra moves, picking and twirling you around as if you two were professional dancers. 

Xion :

This wholesome baby would love to play, she’s always excited to spend some q u a l i t y fun times with you ! Xion can adapt to any situation and Just Dance is no different - she’ll get the hang of the game after a couple of songs. Unlike Roxas and Sora, she has enough braincells to follow the dancers on screen with ease, no biggie. (like come on guys, step u p your games smh) 

At first, she’ll obviously be sort of clumsy - but you have to admit that seeing her stick her tongue out, focusing at the screen with the most determined look on her face while going “Whoops!” or “Gah, wrong way!”  when she misses a move it’s the cutest and most adorable thing you’ve seen. Xion is so eager to play and p e r f e c t i o n a t e her skills, you just want to smooch and squish her cheeks - but you don’t have the heart to interrupt her.

Her favorite songs would be Oishii Oishii, Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You, Crucified and No Control. Or just any cute and upbeat song ! Once she’s gotten comfortable with the controls and everythimg, Xion would get k i n d a cheeky and maybe give you a light hip bumb to throw you off. You’d reliatate back and forth until the two of you end up tangled on the floor in a t i c k l i n g fight. 

Kairi :

Kairi is that type of person who makes absolutely everything seem efortless. You look at her doing her own thing and it’s like “it can’t be that hard if she didn’t even break a sweat!”. She’s a natural at Just Dance, as well as a big fan so of course she’d love to play with you ! Usually, being outclassed makes people m a d but Kairi is so nice and tries to make everything fun for everyone that you just c a n t hate her for being an absolute icon.

She’s obviously partial to cute songs like Birthday, Popipo or any Disney princess song (how Far I’ll go is her absolute fave) but since you two are playing together, she’d insist on duets. You two are here for a fun time, not a competition so Kairi would try to sneakily tickle you or distract you because she thinks it’s cute, how much you lowkey wanna beat her scores. Probably sits down at some point, only moving the remote with one hand just to playfully tease you.

If you get “angry” and pouty, she’ll just cling onto you and smother you with kisses so that you forgive her, saying that she’ll go easy on you during the next song. And if you want, she can give you some tips to get better at the game ! You should take up that offer cause Kairi can do that one super hard Circus dance perfectly lmao

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I posted my gang AU

Title: Origins

Ship: Pre zimbits, Holsom, ShittyLardo

Summary:  SMH is well known through Los Santos as people not to be played with. A family first, a gang second, but where did they begin? Were they born into it, or did they stumble across this life? Each of them has a past, and a story.

Tags: Alternate Universe - GTA AU, Criminal AU, Organized Crime, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, morally grey everyone, Trans Character, Non-Graphic Violence, Gun Violence, Trans Eric "Bitty" Bittle, The hockey mafia, Blink and miss zimbits, implied shittylardo, implied Holsom, its all backstory so its all implied rn

on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14666709/chapters/33883332

                                                           _____

The thing about it is, Bitty could have a reason for being hateful. Nothing to justify it, but something to make people nod their heads and think ‘ no wonder’ .

It could be the school bullies, shoving and kicking him until he was a broken, mangled mess. It could be his parents, who said they loved him, then turned their backs and kicked him out the second he wasn't the sweet ‘girl’ they’d raised. Of course a boy scorned like this would turn dark and angry with the world.

These could be reasons, but they aren’t the truth. Honestly, Bitty isn’t actually hateful. Bitty isn’t angry, with the world or with anything. Bitty doesn’t have a burning need to hurt those who hurt him, or to senselessly destroy everything around him the way he was destroyed. Oh, no. Bittywishes it was something like a vendetta. At least vendettas are a cause and effect.

The truth is, Bitty’s just always been drawn to things he shouldn’t be. Fast things, dirty things. Things his mother tried to steer him from and raise him to be above. And Bitty tried so hard to be above it, to be the good child they asked for. He got good grades, he went to church like he was told, he did his chores around the house. It just never changed anything about him.

                                                          _____

Even when Bitty was on the streets, with every reason to steal, he tried to be good. Bitty only stole because he had to, and only when he had to. It didn’t matter that he was good at it, because it wasn’t something to be good at. It was a means of survival. Bitty kept his head above the water line, just barely, and didn’t let himself be lured into anything more. When the opportunity presented itself for a stable living in the form of a checkout boy, he took it.

Things start to look up. Bitty finds an apartment, he gets a promotion, he finds a nice boy at a coffee shop and starts to date him. Everything is set for Bitty to have a nice, quiet life.

Nice and quiet don’t sit very well with Bitty, and they sure don’t sit well with Los Santos. Los Santos is as glitzy as it is dirty as it is violent. Maybe that’s why Bitty ran there in the first place. As much as Bitty tries to live his honest life in a dishonest city, he gets glimpses of deals in alleys, sees the same boys arrested in the news who are always let go within the week, despite mountains of evidence against them.  

And he craves it.

                                                          _____

It’s almost nine months into Bitty’s Happy Home™ when Bitty ruins his life. Or that’s what anyone else would say. Bitty doesn’t feel that way - not really.

The first mistake started in the beginning, when Bitty didn’t run the second he found out his nice, sweet, coffee shop boyfriend—Brent—was a cop.

Not only was Brent a cop, he was a clean cop. A cop that was trying to make the city better for the people in it. Bitty should have run, because a cop was too close to everything Bitty was trying to make himself avoid, but Bitty stayed. Bitty stayed because he could listen to Brent’s stories in bated breath and fake concern.

The second mistake was thinking he could keep up a happy appearance at all.

Brent is sitting on the sofa, Bitty’s in the kitchen, cooking, when Brent says, “I made us dinner reservations at Patricia’s for next week.”

Next week. Their anniversary. Bitty forces a smile. “Sounds lovely.”

“Nine months,” Brent says, getting up, walking over to Bitty in the kitchen, wrapping him in a hug from behind. “Can you believe it’s been so long?”

The oven gets slammed a little too hard. “Nope! I sure can’t!”

“Three more, and we’ll be celebrating our one year!”

It sinks in, and Bitty thinks—really thinks—about having spent a year with Brent, and then another, and another, until they’re getting married and having a kid and living a nice little suffocatingly boring life with two-point-five kids and a dog and a house and a mortgage-

“I can’t- I can’t do this,” Bitty whispers.

And that’s how Bitty ruined nine months of his life in the span of two seconds. Or, that’s what anyone else would say. Bitty really can’t say he feels the same.

                                                          _____

Nothing changes. Not really, anyway.

Bitty doesn’t see Brent anymore, and that gets settled and forgotten within the span of a few weeks, because Brent wasn’t really tangled in Bitty’s life. Most of the work there is getting things from Brent’s apartment back to his.

Bitty keeps his job and his apartment, and he keeps living his nice life.

There’s one difference, though, and that is every so often, Bitty lifts.

Sometimes it’s from a homophobic patron who doesn’t shut up, or the store itself when his boss’ mood is taken out on the rest of them.

It’s not necessity - but it’s harmless, and it’s only every so often. Never anything that would affect them, either. Just a twenty here and there, or a pack of gum when no one's looking. Things that won’t be missed, anyway. It’s just to keep Bitty from slipping again.

                                                          _____

It takes six days for Bitty to make himself go to the bank to deposit a check. Not five, not seven. There’s no particular reason for the delay. Except, maybe fate.

Some things happen for a reason, after all.

Bitty spends so much time feeling connected to the darkness of the city that he thinks he’d know something was going to happen before it happened; a gut feeling, maybe. But Bitty doesn’t notice anything until the first guard goes down. And then the second. And then the third.

Immediately, there’s chaos all around, people screaming and trying to get out of the way. A few of them make it to the streets, but bitty knows they’ll be picked off in the openness of the streets. He’s seen all of this before, though never in person.

Bitty just stands there watching, then thinks maybe he should get down and hide somewhere, just in an effort to not get shot by a bullet.

He doesn’t have a chance to. An arm comes around his waist, pulling him back hard against their chest and doesn’t let up. A gun is put to the side of his head.

“Nothing personal, babe,” the voice says against his ear, a light accent that Bitty can’t place under the pressure, “don’t move, don’t do anything stupid, and you’ll get out alive.”

A few others start to flood in, all masked, all in black.

Bitty is by all means terrified, but another part of him feels more alive than it has in twenty one years. And then that part of Bitty decides to do something stupid, despite the warning.

Whoever the dude holding him is, he’s clearly in charge of the other masked people, because he’s too busy barking out orders to them (into Bitty’sear , which hurts ) to notice Bitty’s hand itching back slowly, and lifting his wallet, and sliding it into his own pocket.

Bitty makes a good captive, he likes to think. When his captor presses the gun barrel a little harder because the clerks aren’t giving them the amount they’re demanding, Bitty lets out a little sob, and pats himself on the back when the clerks start handing it over.

All too soon, the thieves take their money, and Bitty is tossed roughly to the floor as the man takes off, along with his crew. Bitty looks up to catch a glimpse of his assailant, but only sees the back of him, and can’t help but think ‘ lord, he’s got a good ass ’.

Between the police statement, and then the reporters, Bitty gets a little swept up in playing up his trauma to look realistic. He fake cries when he’s suppose to, thanks the police, says a few words the news can replay later that night.

When the police ask if Bitty managed to get a clear look at the face of the man who’d held him, Bitty finally remembers the wallet tucked safely in his pocket, probably with a fake photo ID.

“No,” Bitty says, truthfully, “I didn’t see his face.”

It’s a few hours before Bitty is alone again, in his car, where he can take out the wallet and really look at it.

There’s a few receipts, some cash, but Bitty’s mostly interested in the ID. He slips it out and looks it over. Blue eyes and floppy black hair, named Laurent Jackson. Bitty shakes his head. That can’t be right. Unless this boy is particularly dumb enough to carry around a real ID, it has to be an alias.

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For the second time that day, Bitty overestimates his gut feeling.

Bitty should’ve noticed an unfamiliar bike parked in the space next to his as he got home, but it was hours later, so late it was dark, and Bitty was exhausted. Nothing goes noticed, though, until Bitty closes the door to his apartment, turns on the light and he notices a man sitting on his sofa, lounging causally. In his hands, twirling, is a knife.

For the second time that day, Bitty has every right to be terrified, but some flame in him is ignited.

Bitty digs for the wallet in his pocket and tosses it to the man, who catches it easily with his free hand. “Nothing personal, babe.”

The man laughs. “You know, I thought you were moving around too much. I thought you were maybe just a squirmer.” The man flips open the wallet, closes it, and extends his hand.

Bitty blinks at him innocently.

The man sighs. “The ID. Where is it?”

Bitty bites back a grin. “I have no idea.”

“I don’t have time for this. Where’s the ID?”

Bitty makes a show of checking his front pockets, then his back pockets, meanwhile the man looks at him, thoroughly unimpressed. Finally, Bitty pulls out the card from the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie. “Ah! This one?”

The stranger reaches for it, and Bitty tugs it away. “Hold it! This says your name is Laurent Jackson. I don’t think that’s entirely right.”

Bitty only gets a second to brace before he’s being knocked back onto the couch and pinned under the man.

“Well! Ain’t this a bit forward!”

This makes the man stare at him. “Do you have a death wish? There’s easier ways to die than being carved up, you know.”

Bitty’s well aware he’s practically playing with fire next to a waiting fuse in an oil refinery, but he can’t stop, now that he’s started. His mother did always warn him about bad behavior being a slippery, addictive slope.

“I just wanna know your name.”

The man shoots Bitty a filthy grin. “Why?” he leans in, close to Bitty’s ear. “Want to know what name to scream when you’re begging for mercy?”

Something in Bitty stirs, and he grins back. “Who says I’ll beg?”

A little—somehow still logical—part of Bitty’s brain screams that he’s currently under a much larger man who broke into his apartment, threatened to kill him, and he’s sitting (laying) here flirting with him of all things.  

The man just laughs. “You’re a ballsy one. So if I give you my real name, you’ll give me that ID?”

Bitty nods, and the man pushes up onto his knees. “Jack.”

“Jack,” Bitty mimics. “I’m Eric.”

Jack doesn’t respond, just watches Bitty curiously for a second. After a few moments, Jack breaks the silence. “You know, I’d usually just kill you, but I’m thinking that would be a waste.”

Bitty raises a brow. “Waste of-?”

“You,” Jack says simply, “Your skills. And I don’t mean the sticky fingers. I saw your interview on the news. It’s more than being a good actor. You know how to make people trust you.”

Bitty rolls his eyes and stands up from the sofa, making his way to the kitchen “It’s not hard to make people feel sorry for you after you’re involved in a bank robbery,” he calls back.

There’s footsteps following him, and sure enough, Jack’s just behind him. Bitty doesn’t acknowledge him, just starts digging through the fridge for something to make.

Jack continues, “most people can’t fake trauma like that. They don’t need to.”

“Maybe I am traumatized,” Bitty says, a little short, “Maybe I’m in shock.”

Jack hums. “Maybe. Or maybe you just don’t care like you should.”

That makes Bitty freeze. He stands in surprise for a second, and then closes the fridge and turns to face Jack, arms crossed.

“Okay. You caught me. What does this have to do with me being valuable?”

“Me and my crew aren’t exactly open enrollment,” Jack says, “but I think you’d be a good asset as a decoy. You’d scout places, talk to people, get information and report back.”

For a moment, Bitty waits for the punchline, for Jack to start laughing like earlier, but he doesn’t. He just watches Bitty, expectantly.

“Y-you’re serious?” Bitty says finally, “You want me to join your crew?”

Jack nods.

It’s everything Bittys ever wanted, served up on a plate, with a bow. It’s everything Bitty’s fought to stay away from, that would ruin what Bitty’s worked so hard for.

But what has Bitty worked for? A cheap apartment and some morals given to him by people he hasn’t seen in years?

Still, Bitty clings to some semblance of self preservation. “I’m not a criminal.” It sounds more like a question than a stance.

Jack snorts. “You lie like one.”

“I was trying to be normal, ” Bitty says between his teeth.

“How’s that working for you?”

“Fine!” Bitty snaps loudly, “It’s been fine! I have an apartment, and a job, and...” Bitty trails off.

Jack sighs. “And you’re satisfied with this?”

Bitty doesn’t reply.

There’s footsteps again, making their way to stand behind Bitty.

“I’m not going to beg, but you can’t fool me. You won’t be happy like this. I tried it too.”

They’re quiet for a moment again, until Bitty finally, quietly asks, “What would this entail?”

“Starts with a few tests of loyalty, training and initiation, and then a couple of small jobs, trial runs. Mainly, we run a bar, so we’ll set you up as a bartender, you keep an ear out for anything you think is suspect. Talk to people. You work your way up jobs. You get paid.”

“And...when would this start?”

“As soon as you’d want it to.”

Again, they fall into silence, and then Bitty turns to face Jack again. “Alright. I’m in.”

Jack smiles.

When Jack asks what changed his mind, Bitty doesn’t answer him. Maybe it was the reassurance that he’d be trained, or knowing that Jack had tried to be normal once, too.

Those could be reasons, but they aren’t.

The truth is, Bitty just wanted the knowledge that he tried to be good, one last time.

[castielinparadise]

ALL 😘

*mimic of Castiel squint* Fine lol

(Season 12 spoilers!!!)

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Okay so here we go: Sabriel, Sastiel, Samifer, Sadreel, Wincest, Cas x Mary, Mary x Ketch, Bobby x Mary, and a couple more that I currently cannot think of.

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*

Answered!

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

100% yes I have. I don’t regret it either lolol

4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*

Answered!

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

Not yet! I hope it never comes to that, either.

6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*

Answered!

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*

Not that I can think of, no. Not to the extent of not being able to stand it, rather.

8. Have you received anon hate? What about?*

Answered!

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Okay strap down because I have a list (why is in parenthesis): Mr. Ketch (because he’s an arrogant ass who kills without remorse [i.e. Magda, Mick, etc.], plus a couple more things), Metatron (or shall I say, Douchetron. I don’t like how he treated Cas, he fucked over all of the Angels [even the dicks], etc.), Mary (See Season 12), Dick Roman (killed Bobby; also: See Season 7), Lucifer (*cracks knuckles* killed Rowena, killed Castiel [twice], killed Bobby, was the main cause of Crowley’s death, *points towards the cage* that; I could go on, but I’m not going to), Gadreel (because he lied to Dean and killed Kevin), and a shit ton more that I would go and list all of them, but I’m too lazy lmaooo.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

Answered!

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t. Why?

Well, I don’t really know who is considered unpopular or disliked character, so I’m just going to say unpopular characters that I love (I normally dislike characters that everyone else dislikes lol).

Garth, Benny, Jo, etc.

12. Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

As I’ve said before, I don’t really know what is considered unpopular, but I do like the Demon!Dean arc, Soulless!Sam arc, Human!Castiel arc, the Benny arc, and a few others!

13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

Lucifer

He needs to die for good

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

It’s pretty nice (probably because I stay away from wank, though)

15. Unpopular opinion about the manga/show?

I haven’t watched it, so I wouldn’t have one! I am, however, planning on watching it eventually.

16. If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

The goddamn writers smh (plus canon Destiel, naturally lol).

17. Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

Mary coming back

I would have had someone like Bobby (not AU!Bobby) or Ellen come back because Sam and Dean had a better relationship with them, and they would have smacked Sam and Dean into shape!

18. Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

No! Of course not! You can ship whatever you want! I may have a different opinion on it, but I won’t try to stop you from shipping something that you enjoy!

19. What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

The way that some of them treat the people that play the characters in the show! For Example: people that hate on Misha (for multiple, complete bullshit reasons), people that hate on Jared (for multiple, shit reasons as well), etc. Hatred towards the actors/actresses in general just pisses me off; like, fuck off, honestly. Take your negativity away from this fandom; if you hate it so much, just leave lol.

Also, the way our fandom treats other fandoms. Why do we have to be so mean to every other fandom on here?? I just don’t get it. People like this just give the good, nice people in the fandom a bad rep. If you’re going to be an ass to other fandoms just because you want to, then bye; just leave now. I can’t stand it.

20. What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Probably Castiel x Happiness or Saileen (*cries*)

21. What are your thoughts on crack ships?

Okay, quick funny story about this question. I had no idea what a crack ship was, so I asked Rebekah ( @pretttypadalecki, naturally), and she explained it to me by using Dean x Pie as an example.

Now that I’ve said that, I think they’re hilarious, but I don’t think I would ever see myself shipping one of them lol. Like I said, ship what you want; I won’t stop you!

22. Popular character you hate?

Lucifer. Just straight up Lucifer. Before I watched the show, I used to call him Lucy Lucifer, but now I just think he’s a dick; the writers are honestly just milking his character at this point. Sure, he can be funny and sassy, but he’s also a major dickhead and a whiny asshole who’s didn’t like what his daddy did, so he threw a temper tantrum and got his ass kicked out because Chuck wasn’t having any of that shit. I just don’t like him, lol.

23. Unpopular character you love?

I guess Garth? I don’t know how popular or unpopular he is, but I love him :D

24. Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?

Destiel

Defintely! In fact, I have! With @pretttypadalecki! She doesn’t ship it as hard as I do, but she can see the Chemistry!

25. How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

Season 12

First, Mary would have never come back; I would have also killed her dead (lol Sammy quote). She annoyed me the entirety of this season, even though she did sacrifice herself to save her boys. She also almost got Castiel killed in 12x12, so yeah.

Second, I would have ended the BMOL sooner than they did. Possibly before 12x17 so Mick and Eileen never die. They also annoyed me from the second they were introduced, so I would have just not brought them in. Plus, having both a Lucifer and BMOL arc was super confusing; I would have just chosen one and stuck with it.

Third, Castiel never would have been killed. Nor Crowley or Rowena. Why? Well, I would have killed Lucifer straight up before any of them died. He annoyed me the entire time. Also, no dead Cas because it makes my heart hurt because I love him :’((((((

That’s probably not everything, but it’s all I can think of at the moment.

Oh yeah. I would have fired Bucklemings asses before Charlie was killed because that was a stupid ass decision. Also before Kevin because Kevin didn’t deserve to be killed.

Also, f u c k  B u c k l e m i n g. That is all.

26. Most shippable character?

I would say Sam because I’ve seen a ton of ships with him in them (even though I don’t ship all of them; tbh I only ship Sam with Jess and also a little bit of Eileen in there too, lol).

27. Least shippable character?

Metatron and Lucifer, in my opinion. They’re just dicks that I don’t see any chemistry with anyone besides themselves.

Thank you for sending me this :)

~Salty Ask List~