#this fucker has never seen the outside of a building

[evangelic-echo]

ℭ𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔓𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱

Part 2:

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Only just leaving the pearlescent building you had entered this morning, it was now evening and the sun was visibly disappearing from heaven’s sky as hues of orange and pink start to appear. You hadn’t realised how much time you burned away trying to understand what type of predicament you had been placed in by your superior.

Walking now the opposite way you walked this morning, you were absolutely drained and could not wait to get back home. Where no one could bother you about anything until your next working hours the next following morning.

However once you arrived, you caught a glimpse of a certain grey haired exorcist angel right outside your front door.

“Luteee, what do I owe the pleasure? I never see you without Adam stuck to your hip- Woah what the fuck happend to your arm?!”

You looked down to Lute’s arm with an alarmed expression on your face.

“You wanna know what happend? You’re wondering why I’m not with Adam right now?! He’s fucking dead. Those fuckers in Hell killed him. Stabbed him multiple times with our own fucking weapons.”

You and Lute were never close friends, but always found ourselves in amidst each other’s company due to Adam. Lute was now crying as she was slowly dropping to the floor as you tried to keep her up by holding her up by her uninjured arm, trying to calm her down. Tears brimmed your eyes seeing Lute like this. She was always known to have a temper and being filled with rage, but in this moment all you could see was hurt. She wasn’t screaming in anguish or anything like that, but as she told you what happened her voice was all raspy and hushed, signalling that she had released all that anguish before getting to your door.

Adam most possibly the dearest friend you had up here in Heaven. Being your very first subject and only subject who didn’t subconsciously ruin humanity, you had gotten closer to him when he rose to Heaven after his time on Earth. So to hear you’d never be able to see his face again, or never be able to listen to his stupid sexual jokes again devastated your entire holy being.

You quickly situated Lute on your couch inside your home as she kept on crying. This is probably the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen her. It definitely doesn’t surprise you however, her and Adam were stuck to eachother to the hip ever since Lutes creation as the Lieutenant of the Exorcists, and besides him she had never made an effort to acquaintance herself with the other Angels around her, so you could say you were now the closest thing she had to a friend.

And honestly now you could say the same about her.

You had left Lute out on the couch last night as she was to emotionally unstable to go anywhere else last night, but once you had awoken this morning and went to check on her, she was no where to be seen. She was in no state being on her own this recent after everything. Worried, you tried calling her phone but after multiple voicemails answering instead of her, you quickly shot a message to her wondering if everything was okay. There was nothing else you could do to help her in that moment, especially if she doesn’t want it.

Carrying on with your morning, you had gotten straight to work by formatting all the notes and questions that were answered by Sir Pentious yesterday afternoon and you had to say, considering that he in fact had spent centuries in hell and lived a life full on sin, he was actually a fun guy to be around. A little weird at times, but fun nonetheless.

You were on your last page of notes before you got a knock on your front door. Hoping it may be Lute coming back from abruptly leaving, you rushed to open the door. Instead you found yourself in front of a tiny, flying cherub with an average sized scroll of paper in its hand.

“Miss Y/N, the great- high Seraphim has requested for me to overlay this very important message to you!”

Looking at the tiny thing unamused, you took the scroll from its hand as it flapped his wings to keep being at eye level with you.

“She has requested you attend a last minute meeting about the recent exterminations! The meeting will take place at midday!”

As you read the scroll in your hands you shooed the little creature away, you had never liked those tiny things. Taking its leave you closed your door, sighing as you walked back to your seat. You could already feel the headache coming on and today hadn’t even started.

Reading further down the scroll, you paused and one specific phrase that caught your upmost attention.

Y/N Diava, has been chosen to represent Heaven in this meeting about the most recent extermination, aswell as possible plans for future exterminations with the King of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar.

What.

In 3 hours, you had to find yourself in a meeting room, with Lucifer Morningstar…

The same Lucifer you hadn’t seen in eons.

The same Lucifer who manipulated Eve into biting into the forbidden apple.

The same Lucifer who fell from the Heavens and nearly dragged you down with him.

What. the. fuck.

You found yourself now spam calling Sera’s phone until she decided to finally pick up the phone.

“Y/N.”

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you Sera, when you told me I’d be in charge of the rehabilitation of sinners, I didn’t think you meant meeting with the big boss the next fucking morning”

There was a long pause on the other side of the line. You can admit that it had been a while since you snapped like this at a superior, but after the shitty 12 hours you’ve had, that was the last thing on your mind right now.

“I thought you could handle it. You said yourself you had moved on, or did I miss hear?���

“I did say I can handle it. I can handle it. But I would’ve preferred if you gave me some extra time to prepare, maybe at least a 24 hour notice would be helpful!”

Your sarcastic tone goes unnoticed.

“Well a lot has changed since our meeting, the exorcists came back without Adam and half their fleet dead! I need you to figure out what happened, and one thing that is for sure is that they do not need to know that redemption for sinners is possible! Is that clear?”

Of course she didn’t want them knowing, she doesn’t want anyone even up here knowing a sinner can overcome divine judgement and reside here in heaven with the rest of us.

“ I had things on the books Sera! I think you’ve forgotten I’m also the singular person here in heaven that overlooks the 8 billion souls that inhabit Earth.”

“I took it upon myself to free your schedule for today, I want you to get down to the bottom of what prompted hell to fight back against us after all these years.”

You paused for a moment, as you then started to wonder the same thing. Sure we were basically killing all the souls down there for no reason, but we had been doing it for centuries, so why now decide to fight back?

“Oh, and Y/N?”

You hummed in response to see what else the Seraphim wanted with you, her change in tone peaking your interest.

“I heard about Adam, I am very sorry for your loss.”

The breathe that you inhaled got stuck in your throat as you were reminded of Adam. Tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you looked down to your phone.

“Thank you Sera, I’ll have notes of the meeting to you by tomorrow.”

And with that you hung up the phone. It was weird hearing Sera have any sort of sympathy towards you, it almost had you questioning if it was really her on the phone you were speaking to. You angled your head up to the sky to stop the risk of tears falling from your eyes, knowing that once they fell there would be nothing you could do to hold them back, and you had a very important meeting with the King of Hell in the next hour…

You were now stood in front of the Embassy, you had never been here before but you were certain this was the link between Heaven and Hell. Stepping inside, the first thing you saw was a front desk made out of pure white marble with the same cherub that was knocking on your door this morning.

“There you are! You’re two whole minutes late! Get in there already!”

He pushes your shoulders towards the nearest door.

“Now hold on a minute-”

But he doesn’t let you finish as he fully pushes you through, making you stumble a bit once you entered the room.

Now panicking as you were just forced into a room with the King of Hell, fucking embarrassing yourself as the first time he’s seen you in eons was you tripping over yourself as a tiny ass angel-

Wait.

He’s not here?

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as instead of seeing Lucifer sat at the conference table in front of you, you saw a young, pale, blonde haired girl wearing a red tuxedo with two red dots over her dimples.

God, she looked exactly like her father.

A/N: Guys thank you so much for the likes omg we’ve gotten over a 100 likes altogether!! And now I’m officially starting a tag list so if you want to be included just comment.

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[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Sooo... Can we talk about Vox and Alastor Cause I'm literally obsessed...

Basically headcanons since of course I seen the post running around where Viv calls their relationship sad and complicated.

Being an 'angst-girlie' I HAVE to gobble this up so here's a few headcanons I immediately thought about.

Mentions of Valentinos acts against humanity so watch out for that. A bit, like a smidge, of kissing and making out mentioned as well.

For Starters

I happily wrote a fanfic for pics that @milariro drew (lovely artist, check em out!) and I think Valentino definitely plays a big roll in the fallout.

So Vox and Alastor were pals yeah, hung out, chit chatted, ate food together, even got close enough for Alastor to feel comfortable doing more intimate actions like cuddling and hugging and such.

I can't help but think of Vox perhaps being on the Acespectrum himself? He's giving "I will but I don't have to" so I get more demi vibes off of him. He probably doesn't give a fuck about anyone else like he does with Alastor so that's why.

I think he could build intimacy with others yes but he's so focused on his work usually outside of his competition.

Vox probably came to hell and started off really small and little so as he grew, he wanted to grow and took his time to try and get bigger. I would say that Valentino could come in here if not later when Vox seemed to develop feelings for Alastor and in doing so Alastor wants to return those said feelings but he's scared.

Scared of what? The unknown.

He probably is someone who doesn't like when he can't see what's going to occur or happen before it actually does.

He's a runner. Imma say that because I can be one. He cares for Vox but he can't stop the way his heart seems to race when they get just a bit too close...

Valentino probably comes in and ruins everything, most likely at a time when Alastor starts to get some sort of understanding on his own feelings and seeing Vox practically become infatuated with Valentino really leaves a void in his own heart.

Of course he wants to support Vox in his endeavors but... Valentino? Out of all people?

Alastor is most likely disgusted by even the thought of Valentino and seeing Vox so happy and eager with him sets. Him. Off.

A lot of arguments now, harsh words and such and really it's from Vox as he's confused and lost as to Alastor's behavior. He probably picked up on it and asked multiple times just for Alastor to brush him off every time so now that smoke is in the air everything is coming out.

Vox probably would confess he's in love with Alastor in this argument, tears, crying and all and Alastor can't help the way he feels about it

He feels he's at fault, and his airy silence doesn't help with all the anguish in the air already

He's scared. He loves Vox as well but something about the situation makes it hard for Alastor to swallow all the information and this leads to the 7 year disappearance

This mother fucker definitely leaves without saying a single thing to Vox and that hurts Vox more than anything else.

What else can Vox do without a single letter or sign as to where his friend went and of course he's going to know he's the reason to a certain extent

It definitely hurts both of them, like... World shattering.

Vox has no choice but to go to Valentino.

I can't help but analyze how Vox seemed... Happy? That he thought Angeldust quit when Valentino was raging. Vox does not love this man...

He of course knows about the things Valentino does... Or maybe... He doesn't? Like maybe he has an idea but he hates to think about it... He's never around when it actually happens to someone?

Valentino probably...has even done things to Vox himself?

Maaaannn like I said these aren't canon ofc but now I'm just rambling. Vox probably goes through similar ways of abuse from Val but he just puts up with it like everyone else? I can see him being so broken behind closed doors and when he's in front of others he puts on the cocky persona of his. It's something he's picked up from Alastor, smiling was a tactic all on its own.

He's unconscious of it but Vox thinks of Alastor all the time; when he wakes, when he works, etc etc and I think that in very little ways Alastor does the same thing.

Alastor definitely thinks of Vox often but he's so much better at hiding it. These two are so broken when they are alone.

I'm hoping they talk more about these two but OMG imagine so heartfelt ass communication after so maybe years... They definitely need it, to air out everything

And imagine that while they are Vox is speaking and Alastor is adamantly listening as he's always done and before he even knows it he's leaning forward, closer and Vox doesn't necessarily realize it until Alastor is just a breath away.

Tbh Alastor wouldn't even know what he was doing, it's like he's doing it unconsciously...no thoughts in mind and when Vox stops for a moment and just right then everything just seems to make sense? Alastor looks at him as if there's nothing but him and Vox would return the gaze before they closed in with a kiss

It's not just a little kiss either, it's one that starts off soft and gentle and leads into something hotter... Something raunchy as they cling to each other and hold each other.

Someone drew a pick with Vox being pinned against the wall by Alastor while kissing and I'll tag them (HERE) when I find them again but yeah it's like that.

It's like Alastor is letting off steam that's been trapped inside him for all those years even prior to his disappearance and he wants to be careful and gentle but he's... Excited, happy to have Vox in his arms again so he gets rough, biting, nipping, sucking until Vox seems to just completely become goop against him because in reality this is all he's wanted from Alastor... To be close to him, to hug him, to kiss him...

To help him, to protect him, to watch him grow and grow together with him.

Alastor still struggles with admitting it but he's just as happy to be with Vox too. (It's giving soulmates?? Soulmate AU ANYONE??! I'LL WRITE IT? PAY ME AND ILL START IT TODAY???!!! Support a disabled writer and I'll write whatever you want!~ current commission status: 3/5 stories to be done which I'll be working on right after this post)

Ahem...

But anyway they are married your honor!

I can see Vox coming to the Hotel after he manages to break free of Valentino. Maybe running off and disappearing on him and pulling an Alastor while Valentino rages at everyone else to find him. Velvet is broken between helping and not.

Vox coming to the hotel would be a shit fest to start off but... He is actually really helpful, and he takes the time to rebuild a connection with Angeldust and Alastor and he seems just so much more... Happy and genuine? And sometimes when Alastor notices he can't help but show a genuine smile as he admires Vox.

They would eventually come together to help publicize the hotel and WOAH are they banging!

The radio demon and TV demon have come together to help some crappy hotel rehabilitate sinners? Holy shit!

They reel people in from all over for various reasons whether it be fangirls shipping them or people actually wanting help and to grow...

They are happy together but...

Valentino and whoever is on his side of things definitely managed to also pick up on the sudden booming aura coming off of that hotel and maybe...maybe they'll pay a visit.

One that reminds Vox of everything that Valentino did to him and OMG imagine Vox having a panic attack or something, running off because he knows it's Val? Leaving Alastor to go hunt for him?

A fight would be interesting.

Alright alright, imma shut up.

I wrote this write the angst in mind but of course I rambled hahah. Either way, I said what I said. ÙwÚ

If you made it this far follow? Reblog? Comment???

MWAH 💋

- A

[allwormdiet]

Shell 4.3

In which we finally discuss the locker

Little surprised that Alec is taking the lead on this one, but pleasantly so

And yeah, here we finally get an explanation for powers and triggers and all that, or at least the foundations of it

...Also there's no way that Glory Girl triggered just because of a basketball game, that has to be a crock of shit. What's up with New Wave claiming to be the most open hero team and then coming off the shadiest? How am I trusting these people less than I trust the government capes?

I like that they make a point of reassuring her after her blunder. She couldn't have known, and they know that, and they don't hold it against her. I love these kids.

Brian seems more comfortable smacking Alec around than he does Rachel. I don't think that's a thing of not wanting to hit women, last arc he decked Vista like she owed him money. Maybe it's that Rachel intentionally provokes that reaction and Alec is just kind of a little shit? Idk

Again, I remain utterly fixated on how this is Taylor's one line, the thing she refuses to compromise on ever. I'll buy that she doesn't want outside interference from the Undersiders or other capes when it comes to the bully situation, but it's harder to do that when she never makes a move herself.

This is so. Evil. Like, the false friendship, the rotting tampons, the imprisonment. The fact that nobody who sees this play out even bothers to help her. The fact that she's trapped for hours. If that didn't give someone a trigger event, I'm not sure anything would.

Alec is actually so real for this. Like for all that he was disgusted with the story (which, fair) his disgust isn't with Taylor, it's with the fuckers who did that to her. And Brian agrees with him! Lisa is making a point of not disagreeing, even.

Oh hey, Taylor actually acknowledges her thing with anger and violent retribution. Glad she's cognizant of that, it'd be a whole situation if she wasn't tbh

Actually thank god for Alec keeping up this line of thinking, this might be the most passionate we've seen him get about anything. The runner up is like, him being annoyed he can't keep Kid Win's skateboard, and that's peanuts compared to this. Maybe he's wrong about the revenge thing but I don't know that he is, and he's definitely not wrong about the indignity that Taylor is allowing herself to suffer

I don't think this is half the lie that Taylor thinks it is. For all that she has noble intentions, and I don't doubt she'll do her best with those... I don't think Taylor's drive to be a superhero was entirely selfless. This isn't all truth and justice going on here, this is feeling strong and being appreciated by others and not being looked at like a bottom-feeder.

Wonder when she'll figure that out for herself

Get cared about idiot! Get absolutely blanketed with affection and approval from the people who would absolutely rip your bullies apart if you asked them to!

You know. I think Brian's trigger event is one of the ones I know the least about? I know the broad strokes of almost every other Undersider, but I don't think I know anything about his.

Current Thoughts

Even knowing what's coming, reading through Taylor's ordeal with the locker is so fucking heartbreaking. She could've died in there and the consolation prize she got was not worth the cost of admission, that's for damn sure. Emma Barnes is a fucking maniac for this one.

The stuff about powers and trigger events is a pretty neat concept, and I like how it kind of contextualizes most capes as being fucked up. Like, I'm thirteen years late to the party on this one, but what a fascinating fucking idea to build your superhero setting on.

Alec really shone through for me in this chapter. Maybe I relate as someone who finds it easier to get angry on others' behalf than to be angry for myself, or maybe it's just nice to see him get fired up about something. I like this kid.

...Got work and a family thing today, but I'll see if I can't slip some more updates in. I'll probably read some at least and double back with my thoughts if nothing else

[pure-oddity]

Hey! It's murder time :3

(Also not proofread, if i stare at something too long I'll just never do anything with it.)

Pt.1 Part.2

Butcher/slasher ghost au: Part 3

He's known as the reaper - he thinks it's a bit on the nose but who's he gonna complain to??

Outfit is simple, a lot of it comes from his time in the SAS - skull mask included.

His goal is to clean, plain and simple. He doesn't want to walk side by side with some bottom feeding murders, doesn't want to risk serving perfectly good meat to abusers. The idea makes his skin crawl.

Considers his work just, has little faith in the justice system - the cops here have been...less than efficient in his eyes. Unwilling to go as far as needed, constrained by the law (or worse, they show sympathy to the pathetic things and let them off easy). So Simon takes things into his own hands.

The only part of the whole experience that he MIGHT feel some guilt for enjoying. Is the fear of those he hunts. Because isn't it so ironic, to spend your life terrorizing others only to die scared, confused, alone and in agony at the hands of someone larger and stronger than you? The irony certainly isn't lost on simon, and he gets a little thrill out of it.

Considers the whole thing his ghost time, because it's not all that dissimilar to what he was doing in the military right? Taking out the bad to protect the good, getting dirty so the world stays clean. He's got a few less resources sure, less hands - but he makes due. He dons his old husk, and cleans up his little corner of the world.

It starts with a jerk at a pub. He's people watching again, nursing a glass of bourbon in a shadowy corner - trying to observe and adapt behaviors he think will help him settle in better. A man walks in, simon notes he looks agitated but also - excited? Watches him walk to a group of girls, previously abuzz with excitement chatting away. He watches the life be sucked from the whole table as the man approaches, watches as he leans towards one of them hand on her arm in a grip that he knows is meant to hurt. Watches as her demeanor changes to something more reserved and afraid and Simon can't take it - seen all he's needed to. Walks over silently, every bit the predator he knows to be.

was just gonna intimidate the guy a bit, send him running off tail tucked between his legs - see if maybe he could charm the poor girls into settling down and enjoying themselves again (maybe even on the sly recommend a womans domestic abuse shelter for the poor victim).

But then he sees how much the fucker is enjoying this. Enjoying the poor girls fear, enjoying ruining their night and ending their harmless fun. Enjoys hurting the poor woman and, well.

Simon only stops when the man passes out from pain. Face a bruised and swollen lump, nose shattered and blood dripping everywhere - maybe missing a few teeth. Simon grabs the guys shirt and uses it like a cloth, cleaning the reminents off his hands. Spares a glance at the girls, is unsupervised to see them afraid - but still saddened by it. He tips his head at the main victim, then makes his way outside to wait for the police. He lights a cigarette, leant against the wall of the building and glances to the side as he puffs a cloud of smoke when he hears the door chime again. It's the main woman and he nearly chokes. She's trembling and her eyes well with tears, and she places a tiny palm on his bicep.

If she feels his body jolt she doesn't say anything and her hand remains there - a burning itching feeling barely blocked out by his hoodies sleeve. How he loves and loathes it at the same time.

She thanks him for what he did, and while he doesn't ask questions, she offers answers anyway. Said that she'd left him ages ago - went to a lot of trouble running from him, uprooted her whole life and moved cities over when she realized the police wouldn't do anything. Only for the bastard to find her again. Says that while what Simon did was terrifying, she's grateful that he stepped in. Scared to imagine what the fucker would have done had he managed to get her out of the building.

It makes Simon want to hit him again, but he refrains. Instead he pulls as much softness and care from his soul that he can - tells her that it's okay and he'd do it again. That no one should be treated like that, that she didn't deserve to have her life messed with like that. And that with how thorough he was with that man's face, there's a good chance he won't so much as look at another woman again.

She smiles at him. His heart near bursts. Tells him that's what she's hoping for - but is ready to run if things go belly up anyway. Pats his arm and makes her way inside, content to wait in the warmth as the police finally arrive on the scene.

Everyone is questioned, the man is brought to a hospital and Simon is free to go after some questioning. The girls from the table all having jumped to his defense, and apparently the bottom feeder threw the first punch? Simon doesn't remember the hit really, but sure.

The idea that the scumbag could come out of the hospital with a vengeance worries simon, because it makes sense. Embarrassed and in pain, all those feelings likely to be taken out on the poor girl.

Pulls some connections. The fucker gets sent to prison - drug charges or something, not really concerned with the why - and it's still not enough for Simon.

Watches for news of his release obsessively, makes it so he'll be one of the first to know of the fucker is so much as considered for early release.

And a month later (what a fucking joke) when the day comes and Simon catches wind that he's going after the poor girl again? Simon takes care of it.

And it just continues on from there.

Watches someone beat on a defenseless animal? Body found 3 days later. Animal is given to a loving home

Catches an attacker stabbing some random victim? The body is found within hours - victim wakes in the hospital and has no recollection of how they got there or who saved them.

Sees a guy spike a drink? The guys found dead a day later (and the bodies of the ones who were making and selling the drugs haven't yet been found)

But the world isn't so black and white. There's a lot of grey.

The animal abuser had previous animal abuse charges attached to his name, yet he still got ahold of an animal. The shelter or breeder who did this is just as responsible for not double checking who they were giving pets to.

Considers those bystanders just as bad and deserving of punishment. Thinks of all the harm that could have been avoided had people just done the bare minimum.

The mugger had been arrested and released more than once, making the police responsible for not doing something to prevent this.

And the drugger, did this at the bar - multiple people sitting on either side of him, every chair full, and no one saw anything? The bartender, a few feet away didn't think to stop it? It makes simon just so fuckin mad.

And thus the reaper is born.

[drymushroomfics]

Fraye Hill of House Lannister

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Chapter Twenty Eight

  The morning goes off surprisingly smooth as they have a quick breakfast and head on their way.

"Where are we going?", Fraye asks.

"I'm not sure yet. I don't know where we'll be safest."

"Braavos?"

"Braavos? What's in Braavos?"

"I don't know... Or Pentos maybe? Somewhere acros the Narrow Sea. To a free city?"

"I could become a sellsword. Make enough money to build a home for us."

Fraye smiles as Sandor fondly speaks of their future together. It makes her heart swore. All Fraye wants now is a quiet life with Sandor. A farm where they can grow food and take care of animals. Just the two of them and maybe a babe one day.

Fraye's daydreams are cut short when they hear voices in the distance. Fraye readies the dagger hooked to her belt. He stops Stranger, getting off the horse as quietly as he can.

"Stay here.", he whispers and she nods.

She watches him walk off between trees. Not even a moment later, she hears screaming. She hops off of Stranger as best as she can, wincing at the pain from her wounds. She ignores it and is quick to tie Stranger to the tree before pulling the dagger from her belt. She holds it in her good hand and slowly creeps forward.

Before she can make it to the trees, someone grabs her from behind. She yells, trying to fight them off. She's blinded as they slip a sack over her head.

"Let me go, bastard!", she yells, kicking at them.

"Just be quiet! Will ya'? We're only after your traveling companion. If you comply, we'll let ya go.", she hears a male voice say.

She feels herself being lifted. She's met with what feels like the back of a wagon. She feels a body next to hers. She would recognize Sandor's large stature anywhere.

"Are you alright?", she asks.

There's no reply.

"He can't hear you love. We had to knock 'em out. There's no way we'd live if that big fucker was awake right now.", Fraye hears a different man's voice explain as he begans tying her hands together.

"You're fucked when he wakes up.", Fraye spats at them angry and in pain from the rope digging into her burns.

"Well we better hurry back then!"

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Fraye yelps when she feels arms pulling her up and off the wagon. She hears them waking Sandor up and she prepares herself to flee.

"Get your fucking cunt hands off me!", she hears him yell at them.

"I suggest you comply with us or your little Lady will be in trouble."

"You better not fucking touch her! I'll gut every fucking one of you cunts!"

As Fraye is pulled inside a building along with Sandor, she tries every way she can to piece together who their captures could be.

She can feel the difference of the ground and realizes they're no longer outside.

"How does one manage to subdue such an uncommonly large person... and a lady... a nice bodied lady at that?", she scowls under her sack at the stranger's words.

"One waits for them to walk into a trap when they're distracted.", the man next to you says.

"Poor girl. She has my sympathy traveling with a large man like him.", he jokes.

The sacks are suddenly pulled off both their heads. They squint, adjusting their eyes the light.

Sandor immediately turns to look at Fraye. She makes a small nod and he returns the jesture, checking each other's safety.

"Aha, not a man at all. A Hound!", he smiles.

Fraye looks around as all the men laugh. They're clearly at a tavern of some sort.

"So good to see you again, Clegane.", the man adds.

Fraye studies him, tall and thin with long blonde hair and a matching beard. She's never seen him before.

"Thoros? The fuck you doing here?", Sandor asks him.

"Drinking and talking too much. Same as ever.", Thoros replies.

Fraye turns, noticing three children, two boys and a girl,  sneaking out of the tavern.

"Girl.", Fraye hears Sandor in front of her.

She turns and realizes Sandor must recognize the young girl.

She watches the girl freeze and look at him.

"What in seven hells are you doing with the Stark bitch?"

Fraye's eyes widen. That must be Sansa's sister. Fraye never got to meet her. She wishes she could let Sansa know that her sister is still alive.

"It's nothing you need concern yourself with.", Thoros replies, "Take them to the Wagon, Anguy."

Fraye and Sandor are grabbed and led back outside.

They both look around, trying to piece where they are.

Anguy, one of the men who captured them, carries a bow. He seems ready to strike at nay moment.

"You think you're good with that bow, you little twat?", Sandor spats at him.

"Better than anyone you've ever met.", Anguy smirks.

"A coward's weapon. I like to fight up close. I like to see a man's face when I put steel in him."

"Why? So you can kiss him?

"Will you too stop bickering at least? Or just kiss each other? Whichever gets us out of these binds quicker?", Fraye jumps in.

No one replies as Arya walks up to them.

"You remember the last time you were here?", she asks Sandor.

"Looks like every other shit inn on the road.", he replies, before Anguy shoves the back over his head.

"Now apologies, but you're one ugly fucker and I'd rather not see you no more.", he jokes.

Fraye kicks him in the shin before he shoves the bag over her head as well.

"Keep playing rough like that, sweetheart and I'll have to teach ya manners.", he jokes.

"In your fucking dreams.", Fraye replies as they're loaded into the wagon.

[ikeameatballspoisonedme]

Thoughts on Fallout show...

It's good! I really liked the Moldaver twist, I liked that she was actually part of NCR. But girl just build your settlement on top of the old Shady Sands no one is stopping you LMAO. I soyjaked when I saw the NCR Veteran Ranger outfit you guys are SO COOLLLLLLLL even tho those people weren't the rangers.. sigh

The capitalism commentary... I mean I've played Disco Elysium. Hell even Fallout New Vegas. Lol. I'd say this is on The Menu tier of commentary. It's fine! I just find it to be regular! FNV offered interesting perspective on anarchy with Followers and come on dude, Hegelian dialectics waow.... Disco Elysium is fucking Disco Elysium. It certainly identified that monopoly in capitalism is bad as shown in Vault Tec, but I wish I could've seen an alternative ideology for a better world like FNV and DE did. Where's the hopeeee

His ass is NOT Robert House !! Unironically like as many have said this contradicted House in FNV. Many mentioned that he actually wanted to stop the bombs, hence why he wanted the platinum chip but he wouldn't cave in to Vault Tec, he wants his own little monopoly his ass is NOT collaborating !! Maybe he actually didn't want it after the meeting idk lol

I do NAWT like the ghoul sorry I am a certified ghoul fucker, as you've known I am a Harland enjoyer and Dean Domino liker but the whole feral ghoul inevitability is just so stupid and sucks because it drove his whole asshole-ish survivalist instinct to do dirty deeds to get the ghoul vials. It's stupid!!!!! We could've got a perspective of someone who has to live forever but nooooo ghoul vials n shit. Also he just sucks sorry lol most overrated Fallout character of all time RAUL SWEEPS!!!!!

I do wish we see the kinder side of Brotherhood, in all 3 games they're not all bad people if you finally became part of them. We love Veronica! But outside of her McNamara is known to be kind, also Vree is awesome, etc etc... but this BoS is not out of character either. They're not kind on defectors as we've seen with Veronica

I liked Maximus :-) wait he's actually Maximus right I didn't misremember but I swear Lucy called him Titus?? But anyway. He's cool! I didn't know Lucy and Maximus actually ended up together because I've only seen her paired with the ghoul. I mean you do you but I do not sense any chemistry between them because uh, they barely spent time together???? He sold her to the organ harvesting guy and then left. Like that's it. I get that people want their Discord x Fluttershy nachos but Lucy and Maximus are cute lol let them be

Oh my god the constant flashback scenes.... They're stealing Persona 5's nachos. USELESS?????????

I have mixed feelings on the whole Vault Tec stuff. Yeah commentary on amazon cool! But viewing it on the context of 1/2/NV... it's just too glaring to ignore. Fallout was all about post-apocalyptic settlement! It's why we remember Shady Sands, Junktown, The Hub, Vault City, New Reno, Broken Hills, Necropolis, Goodsprings, Primm, Novac, Freeside, arghhhh so much more... is Vault Tec gonna bomb literally every single one of them?????????? Perhaps it's because NCR is the biggest settlement but idk I'd say Vault City is doing great. Goodsprings was fine, it's small but people have homes and farms and happy there outside of the Powder Gangers problem. It just missed the core of Fallout and took the "war never changes" motto on face value. Society will rebuild itself! We're not just gonna stay in the empty desert wasteland, it's all gonna be rebuilt with new ideology and it's up to us to decide which is more content to our heart to stay and help...

And speaking of settlement.... man why are every settlement so Not Normal. People on 1/2/NV talks normally even if their homes are not in the best conditions. Every single non-Vault 33 people in this show acted like No Barks lol. The thing with Fallout is that people we've meet are normal people like us in the present, even the ghouls, it's just that they are trying to live in the post apocalyptic conditions. They don't become stereotypical western hillbillies lol

Anyway. God fucking dammit leave FNV alone. I just feel like this show doesn't have the vernacular that it thinks it possesses... It missed the whole appeal of the OG Fallout and thinks Fallout is all about post apocalyptic wacky destruction and madness n shit. Even if it has a commentary on pre-war capitalism it still missed what makes Fallout settlements so interesting. And since NV is all about those settlements... begging you to leave them alone. Do not fucking destroy them because you think the point of Fallout is that humanity is doomed. Make your own fucking settlements.

I promise I don't hate this show I was actually invested throughout of it. Really amazing props and set design. It's just a show that is really good in a vacuum, but when viewed in the context of OG Fallout it fell apart. I'd give it a 6-7/10

[jedi-lothwolf]

Whumptober Day 3: "Make it Stop."

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: Runaan is sent to deal with an Earthblood Cartel.

Warning: Character Death

    Runaan moved swiftly around the tree line of the forest. He was near an Earthblood elf camp. He was there to kill the ring leader of a shroom cartel. The gang has been nothing but trouble, killing the people who displeased them.

    So Runaan was there to shut it all down. Unknown to him, he has a visitor. As he approached the camp, he pulled his bow over his shoulder and scouted the area.

    Then he turned around. It startled him, seeing Rayla. She had followed him. How the assassin didn't notice, he didn't know. Maybe he just taught her well?

    "Rayla" Runaan whispered harshly.

    "I came to help."

    "I'll be fine."

    "Why can't I help?"

    "You don't know what you're doing! You're too young."

    "I'm 12! I'm sure it's fine."

    "Stay here."

    "Fine." Rayla sat at the base of a nearby tree. She crossed her arms and sighed.

    Runaan sighed. "Stubborn child" he whispered. "Stay out of trouble."

    "I will."

    Runaan looked back then started towards the cartel. He was nervous but not for himself. Rayla was young and now she was alone. Too many thoughts crossed his mind. But for now, he would just have to focus on his mission.

    He reached the edge of the village and snuck in using the moon's shadow. It took longer than he expected to find the cartel but that should only be a minor setback.

    Sneaking into the building Runaan hid near some stairs. Pulling his bow apart, he nabbed the first elf quickly and slit their throat. Blood fell to the ground as Rannan placed the stranger behind the stairs.

    As he made his way further into the building he carefully killed the members he had been instructed to and left the others knowing that they would rather be too scared or wanted out to begin with.

    Then came the last few rooms. There was screaming from the last room. It has only just come into earshot. The victim sounded young. 

    It startled Runaan. He walked past the few other rooms he had left and stood outside the door. Inside a deep booming voice spoke, "tell me where they are!"

    A small voice answered. "I don't know!" A little girl. Runaan almost broke the door. Children were his weakness.

    The girl was around 12, and looked just like Rayla. Her hair was a little bit shorter, her eyes a bit lighter, and her skin a bit darker. She had multiple wounds all over her body.

    Runaan knew the girl. Not by name but he had seen her around the village. He pulled his knife as the leader of the cartel pulled the girl up by her hair.

    The assassin saw red. As he got ready to attack a man grabbed him from behind. One of the most important rules of being an assassin crossed Runaan's mind, never get distracted.

    The leader grabbed something from a table, "you little bitch! You brought this fucker here!" The shine of a blade could be seen as Runaan fought the bastard that held him.

    The knife slid into the child's side. Runaan finally got the man off of him and grabbed his knife that had fallen to the ground. He ran it though the leader's chest making the rest of the drug deals stop with fear.

    Runaan swiftly executed the rest of the Earthblood elves that surrounded him and the girl. He neglected his own body, doing anything to keep the child safe.

    The remainder of the cartel members fled once they decide that they cared more about their lives than their dead boss.

    Runaan moved to take care of the girl. She lay, bleeding out on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. "It hurts!" Her voice cracked in a way that made the assassin's blood run cold.

    "I know." He tried to sooth her.

    "Make it stop! Please, make it stop!"

    "I" Ranaan paused. "it's okay." 

    "Make it stop!"

    "It's okay." He couldn't stop the pain. As badly as he wanted to there was nothing he could do to help her but hold the wound and pray he could get to a doctor in time.

    He wanted nothing more then to switch places with her. If he could take the pain, taking it from her and feel it all for her he would.

    It didn't take long for the screaming to turn to turn to just heavy breathing. Then nothing at all. It stopped. Her pain, her screaming, her heart, it all just stopped.

    Runaan picked her up gently and stumbled to his feet. Her pain may have stopped but his didn't. He didn't think it ever would. He walked out of the building and back into the woods. There he met Rayla who had fallen asleep against the tree.

    He sat the girl's body down out of view and kneeled to wake Rayla up. He shook her lightly and she began to stir.

    "Oh you're back" she spoke.

    Runaan didn't say anything instead he just grabbed her into a tight hug. It was the only time Rayla would ever see the man cry. He held her for a while before letting her go. "Let's, go home."

[gracien-system]

So uh

we might be starting a new project.

Had some random inspiration.

Hope y'all enjoy this prologue/first chapter.

8:13 am, October 10th, 2026. I wake up with the first trappings of a migraine, groggily looking across my room. At first I thought it might just be a regular morning, then I saw a black cat run across the hallway outside of my door.

I jumped to my feet, getting dressed as fast as I could, and grabbing a combat knife from a nearby shelf.

See, my life has been far from an ordinary one. I’ve seen many things, done many things. I’ve been involved in the supernatural, been part of rituals, been the target of rituals. But one of the most consistent things I’ve experienced throughout my life is this:

Any time I’m about to be in life-threatening danger, I see an ethereal cat run across my vision. It’s always the same cat. Black as shadow and faster than god, always early enough to let me know I need to move, never early enough for me to get answers before the fact.

I dashed through my apartment, not having any clue what the danger would be, but knowing that there would be something coming and soon. The walls around me were gray and overall normal, the floors hardwood and vinyl, the space overwhelmingly ordinary. I always made a point to never get too at home in places like these – knowing how often I need to run, the only place I can truly get used to is my car, but even that’s shaky, knowing my luck.

I guess that I have at least a few minutes before I’m fighting for my life, so I throw on the rest of my gear before bolting out the door. All in all, I’m wearing a plain white t-shirt with a kevlar vest underneath and thin jacket overtop, alongside tan cargo pants that hold a garter sheath and holster, both filled with their respective weapons – a custom made tempered steel combat knife, and a well-maintained .308 caliber 5-shot revolver – and a pair of steel toe leather boots.

An outfit designed to both fit in with a crowd and give me enough protection to survive a firefight, if a bit stereotypical.

After finishing the relatively short process of suiting up, I grabbed my wallet and keyring before leaving the apartment, speed walking my way to the parking lot. 5 minutes later, as I’m entering my car, I hear the distinctive sound of an armored vehicle speeding its way towards me. No sirens, not police. I turned the key, the car started. A relatively old thing, but still working perfectly fine in spite of age and the number of firefights I’ve been in.

The armored vehicle revealed itself to be a van, windows tinted so thoroughly they were almost black, the van itself was clumsy to turn, obviously far heavier than standard – armor plating, probably has at least 6 people in it, maybe more.

I pulled out of the parking space as 4 men exited the van from the back, and made their way towards my apartment building. They looked like special forces, but had a few things that made me realize they were something else. An emblem from an organization I had seen a few times before, and had the displeasure of dealing with again, it seems.

I let out a sigh, thanking whatever god gave me the cat, and cursing whatever god made me deal with these fuckers again, as I pulled out of the parking lot and began driving aimlessly towards the edge of town.

[lemonsbakery]

I love the idea of roguefort being literally the scariest person ever when ticked off and I'm going to elaborate on it this very instant like right now

so like, from what we know roguefort doesn't see ANYONE in a negative way, everyone in their POV is seen in a friendly manner even if those ppl don't reciprocate those feelings back they still see everyone in a positive light, so it's unlikely to see this fucker hate someone, riiightt?? Now hypothetically what if roguefort DID start hating someone, what if somehow in their mind they realize that they DO NOT like someone and that this person literally pisses them off so much to the point where they want to rip their hair out. It's like the one really nice kid finally snapping at everyone and being really ticked off

Psychologically that could be because this dude has never actually had an outburst before and never expressed any negative emotions before that we know of outside of their head like like in the uhm shows you screenshots below --

(my personal favorite screenshot that inspired this whole essay...)

-- I mean sure if my plans kept getting messed with even when I made SURE they wouldn't be foolproof I'd be pretty pissed too,,, eventually, this bitterness of rogueforts is bound to build up and eventually overwhelm the dude, most likely causing a meltdown or an explosion (metaPHORICALLY.)

( offtopic but how do you mess up SO BADLY that someone like roguefort gets pissed at you, they're like the friendliest guy ever and they're a literal THIEF. )

Going more into my pERSONAL favorite screenshot, I literally love it so much, it shows that roguefort ISNT just a charismatic thief without emotions or any realistic traits, it shows that roguefort is a sentient being with emotions and things that piss them off, but even then they have to keep their cool or else their cover will be blown. if you were forced to keep your cool during an overwhelming moment that would be pretty overstimulating, especially if it's repressed anger that has been building up for a while now. If something pushes you to the point where you physically CANNOT contain that emotion anymore you are BOUND to have an outburst, even if you're a normally delicate, soft person. From the other person's point of view, this would be a drastic change in your personality too which increases the shock value of the moment. When the brain isn't used to something it usually freaks out, so someone as cheery as ROGUEFORT snapping on someone would probably cause a small panic in the brain which would make roguefort appear as scary. IT'S EXACTLY LIKE THE REALLY NICE TEACHER SUDDENLY FREAKING OUT ON THE ENTIRE CLASS. EXACTLY LIKE THT. I personally like to imagine that when they finally burst and go off on someone they literally need to be physically restrained so they don't get someone else and themself severely hurt mentally and physically (TY ROFFY FOR COMING UP WITH THAT KIND OF IK IT WAS AN AI OR SMTH BUT THANK YUO FOR SHOWING ME DUDE LOL) and like while being restrained they flail their arms and legs around desperately trying to escape while being held and its like kinda sad to look at but also alarming to see the limits of which the poor dude was pushed to. Also, coming from me, Ive been told I act like an entirely different person when I'm pissed..kinda just projecting that onto roguefort rn LOL

I've made a some art of the idea here you go

[saturnaous]

houru GG h GG hhhgg. nagisa really is like one of the most transable characters ive ever seen. literally codenamed Gender Bender canonically. can u get any transer than that. thinking about transfem nagisa. i'm going to make her have trouble figuring out her gender and accepting it bc she really doesn't like the way her mom forces her to grow her hair out and tries to mold her into a daughter and allat. i think she should realize that she doesn't want to be a girl the way her mom wants her to be a girl and instead dip her toes into taking her gender presentation into her own hands and actually liking it for once. hnnngjhhhh.

transmasc nagisa too. i am hitting him with the trans beam especially hard bc he's very very close to my build. it's all already right there too. mother wanted a girl and she's gonna do her damndest to make sure she has one, even if it means denying her son his individuality and ability to make his own choices. hourhhf GG hfhhfhhgh i am going to make him have so much agony. i will make his mother put him in a dress and he will look in the mirror and feel dull. i also think he should be just like me fr and enjoy wearing dresses if he 1. is the one to willingly make the decision to put on the dress with little to no outside pressure to do so, 2. looks like a guy in one, and 3. is perceived as normal for being a dress-wearing trans guy. i am going to give him lasting damage from the years with his mother that never quite goes away, but as he gets older he can put on a dress and it won't sting hardly at all, even for a little bit. poitning at him and sobbing

u can nonbinarify that kid too. u can do whatever the fuck you want. i love thjs little fucker. the genderer of all time. houuuaarghf hhhhhhgghhb hnnnjghhhhnn. me when the trassassin.lou do i need to write about nagisa gendering all over the place

GODDDD YOU'RE LITERALLY SO RIGHT. goaughhhhhh gaggyyguuggh GAPUAGHH. TRANS THAT FUCKER. goUGHHAPGH

[belit0]

Philharmonics

Inspired by this song

Characters: Uchiha Madara / Senju Tobirama

“Guess who died last night.”

Police Chief Senju lets out a faint, insignificant chuckle as Madara lights what must be his fiftieth cigarette on this freezing night. The local patrol parked outside the gates of the Uchiha Manor, waiting over half an hour for the fucker deigning to let him in.

This stupid and ostentatious palace owned by the black-haired man has a cursed reputation for the townsfolk surrounding it. Everyone is aware of the shady business taking place in the giant, elegant building on the outskirts of the small town, and the police learned better not to get involved with high society affairs.

Everyone but Tobirama.

Witnessing how bulletproof vans came to transit his home after that pair of brothers arrived to stay always made his hair stand on end, and after loitering a lot in matters that didn’t involve him, two of his siblings ended up paying the price.

A family of two long, black-haired men moving to the middle of nowhere in order to make money with a low profile. The Uchiha Mafia proved to be a powerful drug supplier. But every mighty empire has its weak spot, and after the death of his brothers at the hands of this evil one, Tobirama vowed to find it.

He vowed to bring down the Uchiha as they had brought down his family.

“In grey stockings, in all might, Mr. Uchiha. It was no loss.”

Senju’s inner satisfaction grows every second, sensing victory in front of him as Madara’s grip on his cigarette trembles. There are two bottles of whiskey next to the mobster’s expensive armchair, and with just a glance it is clear one is virtually empty, while the other is devoid of its contents.

“The only God of mine...”

It is only a whisper, choked words as Madara bends to his knees and presses the palm of his hand against his face. Never, under any circumstances, would a person of his caliber allow anyone to see him like this, broken, torn, shattered, lost. Since the abrupt disappearance of the only important person in his life, however, there are few things he cares about.

Tobirama tosses a brown folder onto the coffee table in front of the other man, and its contents scatter across the surface. Different photos and reports are shamelessly revealed, showing the rawness of Izuna’s crime scene.

It was he himself who found the bodies of his brothers after searching for days, and no one could have prepared him for that. Since then, Hashirama barely gets out of bed and takes several pills, which seem to take him away from reality rather than helping him cooperate with it. His family was devastated because of the man currently sitting in front of him, and Tobirama wants to strike back just as hard. Let him witness how his younger brother was found this morning, let him see every picture and every angle of that terrifyingly white body.

“He fell down, just to drown.” With a sarcastic laugh denoting any humor, he adds, “As you may see, in a sea of delight... to tame champagne and creatures of the night.”

Such is the mockery in his words were the mobster not so drunk, there would probably be several gunshots adorning his forehead.

Izuna’s tragic end is something that does not surprise anyone at the police station. The boy’s reputation differed from that of his older brother. While one preferred to concentrate on business and money, the other spent what his brother earned.

Izuna Uchiha could be seen leaving almost every night from that vast mansion and returning days later, after what the villagers presumed were outings in the nearest town. The man enjoyed excess, loved alcohol, and really liked the substances his family worked with. Of course, with an older brother like Madara, the overprotectiveness was always present, and it wasn’t until they arrived in this far corner of the world had Izuna sneaked away from home and have fun, returning days later.

Tobirama identified the flaw, discovering his way of tearing the mobster down. How much love and care he showed for his younger brother could be judged on the number of bodyguards the brat carried with him every time he went out.

Approaching him was the easiest thing to do, considering how the Uchiha’s taste lay in the opposite sex. His custodians allowed any male who caught Izuna’s attention to be brought close, and Tobirama passed the test. In the private room of a nightclub, he avenged the death and disappearance of his two brothers, as well as the fading in life of the third of them.

“The water took him over, filled his lungs inside out. He sold your gold, for alcohol and drugs.”

As police head, passing it off as an accidental death was more than effortless. After drowning him, Tobirama cleaned up any evidence of his existence at the scene, and staged the place to make it look like Izuna had overdosed, fallen into the tub of the VIP room when unconscious and accidentally drowned. None of his bodyguards paid any attention to Tobirama’s face or appearance, accustomed to the way their boss behaved.

Loud music from the nightclub drowned out the Uchiha’s screams, and although he put up a fight, his life was snuffed out in the hot tub where he thought he would have sex.

The Senju inadvertently escaped, and it wasn’t until dawn, when the club had to close its doors, Izuna’s security broke down the locked door to find the scene of the crime. If the mob had handled things, there would be no photos or evidence, no case. But the owner of the establishment reported it despite all the threats. Within the confines of his jurisdiction, Tobirama had the perfect excuse to go back and visit his handiwork, feign surprise and displeasure, forcibly mitigate smirks attempting to escape his lips.

---

After visiting his last case victim’s immediate relative’s house, police chief Senju Tobirama was reported as a missing person. Last seen wearing his work uniform, white hair, 6’3" tall and weighing 70.5 kg. Blood type A. For any information, please contact the local police station.

[crochetotterblog]

🩸🔪Who’s a good boy?🔪🩸

WORD COUNT: 2,649💕

Summary: Breaking news: A serial killer has just been spotted in Hawkins as of last week, do not walk alone, stay indoors unless absolutely necessary, stay where you are, stay with family or friends, go in pairs, if you see anything or know anything call the local authorities, pray to whatever God you believe in. This guy has already killed two people, in broad daylight, keep your eye out for anyone suspicious in anyway. May God have mercy on our souls. . .

A/N: finally got some of my drafts out, give these stories some sugar will ya?

Warning(s): 18+, blood, gore, stalking, cursing, fighting, choking, (let me know if I missed any)

I shut off the TV, rolling my eyes. Seriously? They think a man is doing the killings? I'll give you something a man would do, stupid fuckers. The media gets on my nerves all the time, they never assume a woman could be doing what the assume is a mans' job, related to killing. But, whatever, fuck me right? I sighed tying my shoes. Another day in another town, another journal entry. No lover, no one to hold. The last person I fell in love with, found out what I had done to his "girlfriend" she didn't deserve him, he was mine and only mine, no matter how much I tried to bring him to me. He never came, he walked in on me tying a rope around her neck and trying to set an apparent suicide. I dropped her lifeless body and held my arms out, for a hug, I was so sure he would understand and come running into my arms. Then we could have made love right next to her stiff body...That didn't happen, he pushed passed me screaming her name, shaking her and crying. 'Baby?! Wake up—Baby!' He screamed. No response. 'I'm right here' I said in a hush tone, I wanted him to fucking notice me. He did notice me, moving his glossy eyes to look up at me, only to scream and call me a monster. I am not a fucking monster, I am a good person trying to get the one they love. That hurt, him calling me a monster hurt the most..I love hi— no, I loved him. Once that left his lips, something inside me flipped; like someone flipping the light switch in a dark room to bring in light. All I saw was red. Once I came to my sense and looked at what I had done, tears building up in my eyes, staring at my shaking hands only to be covered with blood. Tears began to stream down my face as I look at his lifeless body, a hammer covered in his blood. I silently sobbed as I cleaned up my stupid fucking mess. If only he hadn't of seen me, if only..I might as well keep a low profile as best as I can, otherwise I will have to move again.

No one suspects an innocent girl—Right?

I slipped into my alt themed clothes:

I had transferred myself to the Hawkins High School. I don't talk to my parents anymore, not since the incident. I never cared for them, I mean they never noticed me, I hardly felt loved by them. If I had felt love from them, would I be the person I am today? I sighed as I stepped outside my trailor and began to walk the 3 miles to school. Being a murderer, has it's perks I guess, the speed that I walk at always gets me there faster than my victim; basically like the movies. It's funny to know that small dumb things like walking will be to my advantage. I didn't have a bag, all I had was my purse, not like I really cared for school. Only subject I cared about was, english and science; I will always love science; always new ways to hide the bodies and to kill. Though English, I can always write a fake suicide note, which was what I was planning to do before he ruined it and tried to play the hero. I hate those kind of people. 10 minutes pass, I had arrived at the school. Looking around I found some woods near by, 'good start' I said to myself, looking around the parking lot I can see the jocks, cheerleaders, geeks, nerds, band kids, everyone. My eyes fell on a white van, something I haven't seen in awhile, at least since my last killing spree much far in the south of Indiana; I smiled, 'who is the idiot with a white van with no fucking windows' I asked myself. The driver side door flung open, smoke poured out of the van like water was rushing out to fill the parking lot, I took a deep breath, 'weed', I let a sigh that turned into a soft moan. I haven't smoked in awhile, but I did like the smell. A leg slammed on the concrete, then another, followed by a deep raspy grunt. This tall boy, long brown curly hair, somewhat saggy black skinny jeans, wearing a baseball shirt with the words 'Hellfire Club' written on it; with dice, a demon and what looks like a dagger. I stared at him, looking him up and down, 'omg—' I gulped, from my head to my toes I felt this tingling feeling that found its place at my core, my heartbeat wasn't beating in its normal speed. I bit the inside of my cheek as I squeezed my thighs together. Smiling I watched him stomp out his blunt, heat rose to my cheeks, I couldn't help how much I was smiling, my cheeks began to hurt. I walked up to his van slowly, right before I had reached his van he ran off into the school; I bent down and picked up his butt of a blunt. I pull out a wooden box, and carefully placed the end inside. I closed it with a kiss and out it back in my purse.

I giggled to myself, my cheeks still hot, 'I will make you mine, my love' I smiled. 'You will be mine always and forever'. I started my day off by getting my schedule, as much as I hated not seeing the love of my life, 24/7, I had to blend in. My first few classes were as boring as ever. I didn't talk to anyone, never said a word, I only nodded and shook my head in response. A straight resting bitch face all morning until lunch came around. I walked into the room and headed towards the line to grab anything. Everyone and their cliques found their respected tables and sat down, I walked to the corner of the room, to sit down at this small round table. It wasn't like the rest of the tables, looking at my sorry excuse of a lunch, I picked off the things that I could eat and that wouldn't mess up my stomach. Most of the sorry excuse wasn't all appealing to the eye, whoever made the food will die sometime this week or today. I pulled out a small notebook from my purse and a pencil, might as well start working on new methods. Still poking at my food, and doodling methods I could feel someone's eyes on me, I stopped my pencil in its tracks and looked up to see a blonde boy staring at me, only he wasn't at his table, he was standing infront of me, and my table. I looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow; he smirked and sat in front of me. "You're new right?" He asked, I nodded. He smiled again, "You're cute, want to come sit with me and my friends?" He asked nicely, I thought nothing of it but I had a bad feeling, I shrugged. He stood up holding his hand out to me, I took his hand and he lead me to his table full of guys in letterman jackets. I couldn't help but feel weak, like they were undressing me with their stares, I gulped a hunk of spit down as I sat, I didn't smile, I didn't say a word, I looked down at my notebook and continued to doodle. I looked around the room one more time, to see that almost everyone was staring at me at the jock table, I lowered my head slightly in shame, scanned the room one more time to find him, my love staring at me, with wide eyes. Heat rushed to my cheeks, I smiled at him, he didn't smile back but gave me a nod, acknowledging me. My heart sank to the floor, 'Is this true love?' I asked myself. I kept imagining everything with him, I have been saving my first time for the right guy, and he noticed me! On my first day of school. I drew and drew, throughout lunch, pictures of him and me; with as many kids as he wanted. A white picket fence, big lovely house, 4 dogs, anything and everything. I will be the perfect housewife for him, whatever he wants to do for work I support fully; I only ask for him to be mine and only mine.

I pulled my hand up to my face, holding my cheek softly as I smiled looking at my work. The bell rang and I quickly shoved my notebook into my purse and got up. I walked towards the door, but someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, I look up and it was the blonde boy, "I'm Jason Carter by the way, and I was wondering if you would like to hang out sometime" he smiled rubbing the back of his neck, I looked at him with big doe eyes then at my love. I shook my head, and walked away. I swear I heard him growl like a dog, he then pushed passed me with the words "Fucking tease", he huffed as he walked out of the room. I rubbed my shoulder, where he had pushed through me, pouting, frowning, 'Jason Carter, huh? Big mistake to tell me your name pal. I snickered to myself, god another beautiful episode was about to go down, I couldn't stop smiling, I was so happy and excited that another victim of mine decided to spill the beans on their name! I might take him up on his 'hangout' offer, the closer I am to my victim the less suspicious it is. I continued the rest of my day watching him from a far, the love of my life, he wasn't doing any school work. He just sat there drawing, tapping his pencil on his desk or was writing. I tilted my head slightly in confusion, I started making my way to my locker when I bumped into two people, I looked down in shame, not saying a word. "Hey you okay?" one asked, I nodded, still looking at my shoes. "You're new right? My name's Dustin" he said, I looked up at him to see a boy with curly light brown hair, in what looks like a Hawaiian shirt and 'thinking cap', "This is Mike" he pointed to his friend with long curly black hair, he waved slightly, he didn't seem too happy in meeting me. I nodded and pulled out some paper to write my name, 'I'm Y/N', I handed the note to Dustin, "Nice to meet you Y/N, um do you play DnD?" Dustin asked, I nodded and held up two fingers signifying I have played a little bit. "We are looking for a new recruit, to fill in for out friend Lucas" I smiled and nodded excitedly. Dustin gave a big toothy grin, "Awesome! We meet after school today, though Gareths' mom doesn't want us over again after the mess we made, would it be okay with your folks for us to play there?" I thought for a second, then nodded and wrote my address on the paper that had my name on it, handing it over to Dustin. I smiled clutching my books to my chest. "Amazing, we didn't think that someone of your class would play DnD, so glad you do!" I tilted my head confused, only for Mike to open his mouth, "Dustin, this is some kind of joke dude, I'm sure this is a prank so she can be on the cheer squad" he rolled his eyes looking at me, my bubbly demeanor faded as I stared at him, my arms fell slack still clutching my books. I took deep breaths, as many as I could, "See, what did I tell you, it is all an act" my eyes shot up at Mike, looking him into his big brown eyes. I stared into his fucking soul, I huffed at his comment. I shoved him into the lockers pinning him at the throat, pointing my finger at him. "Ooh so scary" he said sarcastically, I furrowed my eyebrows, 'Are you fucking kidding me?' I asked myself, I shoved my forearm up on his neck, pushing him up. He began to hit me trying to get me too stop. Dustin started to panic as he tried to pull me off of him. "Jesus, you're strong, come on man" he said. The bell rang and I dropped Mike to his knees, I slammed my foot on the lockers next to his head, and whispered, "I will fucking kill you, you say something like that again; they'll never find your body." Before he could ask anything I took my foot away from his head, smiling, and bowed to say 'sorry' and continued to my next class.

"D-dude, she's fucking c-crazy!" Mike choked. Dustin nodded his head, "Where's Edd-"

"Looking for me?" Eddie said walking up to the two boys. The rest of the group came a long when they saw Mike struggling to stand, "We found s-someone to fill in b-but she's f-fuck—" Mike cut himself off, he and Dustin looked over Eddie's shoulder to see me giving Mike a death stare, pointing two fingers at him and back to my eyes. He lowered his head, "Nevermind...". Eddie raised his eyebrow confused, "Okay then..?" he sighed. The day ended very quickly, I rushed home to clean, tossing all of my bloody weapons into my closet, picked up dirty clothes, I did everything I could to hide that I had a 'gross hobby', and I did a pretty damn good job of him. After the stunt I had pulled, I assumed they would come over in fear that I would kill them. To be honest I hope they come, I want to make friends, I smiled to myself, I don't talk much for a reason though, not speaking much means no one will suspect you know anything about anyone or thing for that matter. I'm glad I can hold myself back from going through the whole killing process, saves my skin and my neck. No one will ever know it's me, the only person who would or might is my love, my darling, puppy, my baby, my everything. But until then I must keep a low profile, keep it low like an ankle..because an ankle is 3 feet lower than a cunt, so might as well play dumb. I giggled to myself as I continued to clean. I heard a knock at the door, I checked my watch, 4:20 (aha blazzin') I walked over to the door a margarita in hand. I opened the door to see, 6 boy standing on my front porch, all of them looked somewhat the same, minus the hair styles and stuff. I smiled softly, already shy to finally see him, my lover. I moved out the way to let them in, I took a gulp on my drink to calm my nerves. Once they walked into my house they saw my dining room table, cleared off, the birch wood reflecting the artificial light into their eyes. I had a few of my old DnD binders at my spot, I had also set out a cooler full of drinks, for the children at least while I had a small red cooler next to my chair, it held mixes and all the hard stuff. I hummed to myself as I grabbed 6 glasses. They walked around the house, admiring the aesthetics. I set the drinks down and shoved some chips on the side table.

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[thetrashppl]

part 2!

KARLACH: wish i could make Karlach as long as the rest but honestly their relationship is so straightforward from the start??? the only 'complication' here is that Tav feels so comfortable and seen with her so quickly that he starts thinking to himself 'do i??? like her??? should we kiss??? maybe???' but the feeling isn't returned, karlach is quick to perceive tavaris as a little sibling, despite the fact he's 20 years older than her lmao they are both from the gate and share similar experiences, and i like to think that she would know personally some of the people from tavaris' younger years and childhood. this makes tavaris feel a little less out of place, it's a breeze of familiarity they could talk about their favorite spots or use terms for stuff, people or places that only streetwise locals are familiar with, and understand each other perfectly. they often send the other into wheezing laughing attacks. karlach is also one of the first people to notice tavaris' decline during the second act, and the first person that gets to hear the full story about his traumatic past, too their one hiccup is that even though at first tavaris is supportive of how karlach wants to face her condition, having been himself at that point where just one good day would've been enough, as their adventure progresses he starts fearing karlach's decision, as losing her would break his heart, and starts stating as much, which doesn't make karlach all that happy, and it doesn't make things easier for her either tavaris already hates gortash for both obvious and later personal reasons, and getting to know about karlach's past with him does nothing to help the matter. likewise when karlach understands gortash' indirect role in tavaris' trauma, she just wants to smash the fucker's head in all the sooner for it. it's really hard for tavaris to put on an act in front of gortash because of this, which nearly sabotages the subtler strategies of their mission. it does help karlach to feel at ease when decepting gortash at first, as she fully trusts tavaris to never really aid the man and his plans for power they just love each other very much okay

JAHEIRA: very little on jaheira too, because they don't spend as much time together as tavaris does with the other companions, but he basically respects her from the start. he already knew of her heroic tales in depth, from his years working as a bard and having to memorize many verses about her legend. and then working within the guild, hearing and learning about the harpers was a given, and tavaris respected their cause, despite knowing he was probably not on their good list it starts a bit rocky, because tavaris meets jaheira while not feeling all like himself and that doesn't make it easy for jaheira to trust him, despite the refugees advocating for him, but as you can imagine he soon proves himself trustworthy, even if still a little bit of a disaster i need to explore act 3 a lot more before building on this, but i feel like the more they talked, and the more jaheira would hear about tavaris' role as a 'protector' of the other kids in his youth the more she'd grow to like him, maybe not respect, but like him good enough. and tavaris already respects her, but getting to know more about her personally, outside the legend, would help turn a bit of that respect into actual friendship

HALSIN: hoo, halsin. actually there's not A LOT to say on him, not as much as other companions, but still. at first, tavaris doesn't know what to expect from halsin. he hears about how halsin would've never agreed with kagha's actions, but from tavaris' pov, if halsin let someone like kagha and all her hatred gain the kind of influence she has under his leadership, how good of a person can he really be? how good of a leader, at least? what if when rescued, he ends up agreeing to put the grove before the people, as well? tavaris has never been a fan of authority figures in general, despite having been a sort of 'leader' himself, so yknow. also, halsin seems to be the hero type, which awakens once again some of his insecurities, expecting to be judged for his choices in lifestyle getting to meet halsin and finding out otherwise about these worries is a relief, but- part of him still? kind of keeps his distance. in tavaris' run, kagha is shown the error of her ways and what not, she's apologetic, but the kind of hatred kagha has shown in her speeches is something that could grow again if not acknowledged. it makes tavaris wonder just what other things halsin has overlooked or ignored, about the people moving under his leadership either way, outside his leadership, as a person, they share the same concerns when it comes to both their parasites and the people asking for help, so they get along well enough (also he finds halsin really hot physically so yknow dhfsd) but as their adventure goes on, halsin starts perceiving tavaris in a way that makes tavaris feel very confused about himself. halsin has seen tavaris put himself on the line for countless strangers, showing a deep love and respect for animal life and in general being an endearing little gremlin with the heart of a hero in the making. he genuinely finds tavaris immensely beautiful as already stated, however, tavaris wants something sweet with someone, something solid and lasting, but has yet to acknowledge these feelings, and he hasn't felt 'worthy' of being with someone like that in many, many years. suddenly halsin waltz in, and after aiding each other in their respective quests, he starts showing obvious interest in tavaris. looking at him with such fondness and admiration, and that makes tavaris freak the fuck out, not knowing WHY it makes him freak out he does consider for a bit trying to reciprocate these feelings, but can't bring himself to do it. there's a lot of complicated emotions involved, fear of getting hurt and selfworth problems being just a few of the issues keeping him from pursuing anything with halsin, but also? even though he finds halsin really, really hot, even though they get on well and feel comfortable in each other's presence- he just doesn't feel the same. for halsin it wouldn't be 'just some fun'. and at the point when halsin would make his proposal, tavaris understands enough about himself to know that what halsin wants, even if tavaris reciprocated his deeper feelings, wouldn't work for him, either he stays, though, of course. they help each other, and i like to think halsin would also lend a hand building up tavaris' animal shelter/cultural center in the outskirts, obviously, but tavaris LOVES the city and halsin doesn't, so they don't spend as much time together as he does with other companions after the quest is over

[jaybird-fanfics]

Burnt Out: Chapter Three

This guy's apartment was as shitty looking as he was. You almost mistaken the outside of the building as abandoned from how run down it looked. The inside wasn't much better. The walls were gross, once white you imagined, now almost dull brown color. The carpet looked filthy with dirt and whatever else he or someone else had tracked in from outside. His living room was a mess, empty beer bottles here and there. As well as a few used cigarettes butts littered around. His kitchen was even worse. Has he never heard the concept of cleaning? You didn't even want to imagine what his bedroom looked like. 

The walls were paper thin as well, you could hear everything. To your left, it sounded like what seemed to be a heated argument between two people. To your right, someone was blasting loud music. You swore you recognized the band, Deftones maybe? This place would drive you fucking insane if you lived here. But, honestly, you've seen worse. You heard the man shut the door behind you. You turned to him and spoke. 

"Alright, let's get on with it." You say as you walk closer to him. You reach down to the waist line of his pants and began to pull them down. But, he stopped you by grabbing onto your hand. Annoyed, you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Problem?" You ask. Instead of answering, the man just stared at you. You let out a huff. "Look creep, if you don't want me to do anything, why did you-"

"You've changed." He said suddenly. "What?" You ask. He leans down a bit to get a better view of your face. He smirked. "Yeah, it's you alright. But, different." Finally having enough, you jerked your hand away and made for the door. Fuck this. You don't get paid enough to deal with weirdos. Just as you placed your hand on the door handle, you felt yourself being roughly spun around, and back pressed against the door. You look up the man, who had his hands on each side of your head. "Did I say you could leave?" 

You clicked your tongue. "What? You gonna kill me now? Cause I got news for you, my boss will know. He'll see that I haven't came back and he'll send his band of motherfuckers after me. And when they find you hacking my body to pieces, or however you prefer to maim your victims, they'll be on your ass for taking away the boss' most prized whore." You tell him, never breaking eye contact. The man began to laugh. "You think I won't kill them too?" 

You just shrug. "You got a death wish? Do you even know who you're talking to right now?" The man asks. "Yeah, I know." You say. "Dabi right? League of Villains, and all that. I just don't give a fuck. I came here to do my thing and get paid, I don't really care who the money is coming from. Pretty sure I explained this to you already?" Dabi's smirk faltered slightly. "So, you're not scared of dying? Is that it?" He asked. You sigh. "Look, we can go back and forth like this, asking each other questions all night long. But, that's not my job. I don't get paid to make conversation. I get paid to please freaky fuckers like you, then I go home. So, for the last time. Are you going to let me do my job or not?" 

Dabi sighs as well before finally backing off of you. "You really have changed." He says before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a stack of cash. Your eyes widened slightly. That's the most you've seen in a while. He then hands it to you. You look at it before taking it slowly. "But...I haven't done anything?" You say, not taking your eyes off the money. "You clearly want it. Just take it." Dabi mutters. You pocket the money before looking up at him. "I've changed? The fuck does that mean?" 

"Thought you didn't get paid to make conversation." Dabi looks at you with a small smirk. You roll your eyes. "You talk a lot of shit, acting like you know me." You say to him, a bit of venom lacing your tone. "Maybe I do." Dabi shrugs. "Yeah right. We met twenty minutes ago jackass." You scowl. "So don't act like you know me, when you don't know shit!" 

"I know more about you than you think." Dabi says, his deep eyes staring into your own. "Name one." You challenge. 

"I know, that you had a perfect life. You had money, you were at the top of your class, everyone adored you." You felt a wave of shock hit you as he spoke. How did he...

"Then your parents got murdered. You were sent into foster care. And now, you work the streets for some dickhead who treats you like shit." You felt your heart drop. How the fuck did he know all of this? 

"And I know that, you had a best friend. He was always by your side. Until one day...he died."

"Stop!" You finally say. "How...How do you know this!?" Dabi chuckled. "So, it really is you then. Never thought we'd cross paths again, yet, here we are." What the fuck was he talking about? You've never met him until today. You would remember meeting Dabi of all fucking people on more than one occasion. "I understand why you wouldn't recognize me. I fucked myself up pretty bad." Dabi continues. "Take a good look at me, piece it together." You stared at him for a moment, growing more and more confused by the second until it hit you.

That hair...those eyes. You felt your legs go weak, your whole body trembled. No...There was no way it was him...But, the more you stare, it began to make sense. Of course he knew about you, because he was...

"Toya." 

His name left you in a hushed whisper. Dabi chuckled. "There it is. I know this might be a lot to take in. But, try to keep it together. I can't have the whole world knowing I-" Dabi was cut off as he suddenly felt you tackling him in a hug. He was nearly sent falling over, but managed to catch himself. He started to push you away, but stopped as he heard your soft sniffling and felt your shoulders shaking. He stood there, letting you hug him. He wasn't sure what to do otherwise. You slowly lift your head, moving your hands up to place them on his cheeks gently. Dabi flinches but settled slowly. 

"Toya...It's you...It's really you..." You look into his eyes, the same deep blue eyes you remembered from back then. But, everything else about him was so...different. His hair, once flaming red now a dark inky black. He was covered with deep burn scars. His soft voice now low and raspy. No wonder you didn't recognize him at first. "What...What the fuck!?" Now, you were angry. You felt a lot of things actually. You were happy, you were sad, you angry, you were relieved, you were hurt. 

"What the fuck!?" You say again. "You're suppose to be dead! You can't be here! You can't!" You words came out in choked sobs. Dabi puts his hand on the back of your head gently, and pushes it against his chest. "I know. I'm not suppose to be here. I am suppose to be dead." He starts. "But, that's not what life had planned out for me." He looks down at you. "I could say the same for you too. You didn't chose this, did you?" 

You didn't answer him, you just shut your eyes tightly. Trying not to remember that night. That night your life was changed for the worst. "You said I changed. You're right. But you have too." You pull back to look up at him again. "What happened?" You ask, firmness in your tone. Dabi sighed. "I never talked about my family much to you back then, and for good reason. I didn't want you to know what was going on. I didn't want you involved with my shit." He starts. "Something...bad happened before I "died". Something I'll never be able to forget. As long as I live, I will never forget...I'll never forgive. In a way, I did die that day. And was reborn, into...well, this." 

"And those?" You say, looking at his scars. "Who did this?" Dabi let out a short weak laugh. "I did. I did this to myself." He tells you. "What? How?" You ask. "My quirk, the more I use it, well, I get some new burn marks." He explains. That's awful, has it always been like this? You could only imagine how painful it must be. "Does it hurt?" You ask as you carefully touch his scarred wrist with your finger tips. "No. Can't feel anything anymore." Dabi says dully. It still didn't make sense to you. How did this happen? How did it come to this? 

The two of you fell into silence for a while. Just, being in each others company. Eventually the two of you moved to the, rather uncomfortable, couch. Still, neither of you spoke. You didn't really know what to say, despite the thousands of questions swarming in your head. And Dabi, you could say he felt the same. But eventually, you were the first to break the silence.

"So, you became a villain?" You ask suddenly. "Yeah." Dabi muttered before pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. He held the end up to his thumb, and it sparked to life with heat. He brought it to his lips and took a long drag before passing it to you. You take it and take a few puffs yourself before handing it back. "It's weird." You start. "Who would have thought? Well behaved, friendly, and kind hearted Toya would become one of the most wanted villains alive?" Dabi just hummed before taking another drag of the cigarette. 

"You asked a lot of questions tonight. I feel like I should get a turn." Dabi says, glancing at you. "Shoot." You say with a shrug. "How did you get mixed up with this kind of...profession?" He asked, making you frown. "I didn't have a choice." You continue. "I needed money, otherwise I was going to die on the streets. No one was willing to help me, except him..." Dabi stays quiet. You didn't really know what kind of reaction you expected from him. But somehow, the silence was worse. 

All of a sudden, your phone buzzed. Dread filled you as you already knew who it was. You grab your phone and look at the screen. It was Ryuji, of course, demanding you come back now. You sigh heavily before standing up from the couch. Dabi watched you as you head for the door. "Well, this has been...something. Catching up on an old friend who was supposedly dead." You reach for the doorknob but paused when you heard Dabi walking up behind you. "Don't go." You heard him say. Your grip on the doorknob tightens. You wish you didn't have to. You really wish you didn't have to, but, you knew the consequences would be dire if you didn't do as you were told. 

"Like I said. I don't have a choice." You mutter. Before you leave, you turn to Dabi. "Before I go, I have to ask. How did you find me? Or was it just luck that we stumbled across each other?" 

"I have my ways." Dabi smirks. You couldn't help but crack a smile. "You really are a creep." Your smile started to fade. "Bye Toya." Dabi's smirk fell as well. "Don't make it sound like I'm going to disappear again. And you should really start calling me Dabi. Can't have people finding out who I am, you know?" You nod before walking out of the door. "Alright, see you around then? Dabi." 

"Yeah, see you around." 

You and Dabi stare at each other for a moment before you slowly shut the door. You begin to walk away, as you made your way deeper into the city, your mind was filled to the brim with thoughts of Toya. Or, Dabi rather. You couldn't believe it. That your once best friend, is not only back from the dead, but a wanted villain now. Life really wasn't kind. Not if someone as sweet as Toya could turn out like he did.

Soon enough you found yourself at your apartment, where Ryuji would be waiting for you. You inhale and exhale deeply before walking inside. 

[frostbite-the-bat]

random thoughts (GETS LONG) but I've never developed what Mac Opsys and Frost would think of each other, considering that Frost was originally built by Brian (There was a 0.5 second of them not going after his neck)

They canonically (Like, our Frostbite Cogs Only canon) break reality and chill outside the game's bounds, like the game mechanics like that are canon for them which is also how HR got yeeted out (Being non canon breaking reality all that shit sadly I haven't read that dialogue in a bit + wasn't there for it) (Was asleep or at school)

And just that Mac like... Hacks and monitors stuff and is like The Tech Of The Toons

Like he absolutely knows Frost (and Spam by extension) are actually Cogs and he's probably even seen them being built and psobably has access to some of the files that were used to make them from Brian's computers

So Frost would absolutely be reported and be a known threat (They both are and aren't. They do legit harm and no good but also most of the time they're all bark no bite, it depends who you are) but for the sake of the funnies Frost does have Some Sort Of Plot Armor

But also, aside from me playing the game, in lore Frost basically never interacts with Toon Resistance stuff and the tasks and such anymore - they chill with their Toon friends and the Cogs and sort of just cause havoc as they do - they just do whatever they want really

Again at first they were scared, but realizing some Cogs know they're a Cog who was built to look like a Toon and don't attack them on sight for it - like they've got people behind their back and they sorta abuse that ajfjty

They stopped caring about hiding how they're a Cog and now to follow my current progress in the game just go raid the bosses for fun (though standing more on the side when going to a VP fight) and managers for a hang out or just... Argument or fight or whatever whenever I fight those. Otherwise they just stick with the Cogs and just... They're very very careless and everyone knows they're a Cog

Hell they LOVE attention and absolutely have a good bit of an ego and appearing on a whole show PROUDLY and SCARING TOONS PROUDLY literally ON PURPOSE making themselves known as like. A feared trickster just to boost their ego and confidence more

They're a little mother fucker but in a fun way because a lot of the times their attempts at Being Cool Or Menacing just Fucking Fail but they don't acknowledge it because That's Not Swag To Do.

So like clearly everyone knows but nobody has done anything yet shfhfjfj. I still gotta think if I ever do a more serious story with them or just... More concepts like that (still Toony silly tho) if they get affected by this more because they're just causing havoc with no restraint aside from them just. Failing often they're too overconfident and brash to be careful and just fuck things up goofily is what keeps them at bay

Though that isn't all there is to them - they still care about people and do know Rarely when to cool it down though even then they may joke (And possibly take it too far? One thing to know with Frost is to rarely take them seriously at a time like that, and just understand the sentiment they mean deep down) And often what they do they see as funny and one way they like making others around them happy is... Just by being an entertainer basically. Hell they're a co-host on a show

Basically Frost Is A Weirdo and THEY'RE VERY FUN and shouldn't be taken too seriously because them not being noticed by Toons is a big plot hole though I imagine some Toons just. Know. But they're just like. Okay they blow up buildings for fun and chase people and bite them (no serious injuries) but this is funny to watch. But also Toons do care about each other so they may to try and stop Frost sometime

I think the being gang piled on would just make them run off like OH THIS ISN'T THE END OF IT ALL... I'LL GET YOU. I'LL COME BACK. OHHHH and like go complain at sellbot hq and that's it (Though also many Toons are Scared because Frost Does Want People To Be Scared It's Funny For Them. BUT there's brave Toons out there!)

Another thing to be developed more is the family dynamic - it's very personal comfort based even if I do like thinking about the depth Cathal and Allan have and my thoughts about it... Some projection and oh GOD THAT OLD COMIC I NEVER FINISHED (glad I didn't some of my thoughts changed) but this stuff is a bit just... Disconnected from canon reality where things are a bit more idealized for funsies - like. Let's be honest Allan probably wouldn't adopt a toon cog his employee built because they're friends with his son and are helping him through his mental health and motivation issues. It'd take waayyy more time than it did in the story and no actual adoption would probably happen but then again there was never an actual adoption it was just. Being accepted into the family progressively. But like yeah still frost and spam don't even work normally for COGS INC - like they both work FOR employees of Cogs INC. LOOKS AT FROST'S GOOFY LIST OF JOBS

(Their main thing is working with High Roller as a show co-host plus some stage set up stuff and all that - Spam helps with it backstage. For Pace they do some of his paperwork Pace Place desk when they want to, but really they only took the job because their club leader is dating Graham + the club HQ is there. They also keep their closet of belongings there. They basically never actually do work there. Graham keeps them there because of Molly and because the two are highly competitive and wanna keep one upping each other in things. For Cosmo they work only so they don't have to pay off their massive tab. What they do is just go around and intimidate people into paying Cosmo. They call it being a hit man but all they do is just scare someone.)

So like?? It's again the fact that no matter what Frost is an absolute outlier. They look like a Toon, but have Cog insides. They're too toony for most Cogs, but too Coggy and mean for Toons. And that's honestly their whole character? They don't like rules and they like breaking them and doing whatever they want. That how they came to be - made to follow orders but they got corrupted and do the opposite. (Also one of the reasons why HR likes them, I imagine she's quite fascinated by Toons. He doesn't also like predictability and the more out there and fun and risky a thing is the more he likes it.

Frostbite at first glance is a Toon, and an extra wacky, loud and impulsive one at that - then you see it's a Cog and wonder how a Cog is just... This way. In a way them looking like a Toon and the show bringing both Toons and Cogs together is like. Almost symbolic. Of what? Who knows. Anyways HR saw Frost and thought 'I need to know more about whatever that is'.)

It's not a perfect story and again it cannot be taken too seriously and there's a lot of issues even I have with it but seeing as this is for fun and several things are there for comfort or just self indulgence it's just fine as it is like why bother with all detailed stuff when my result is just to goof off and have fun with scenarios with my friends? I can go into more serious detail whenever I decide to write something more serious, y'know ?

(Also side note ain't no way Allan accepting HIGH ROLLER into the extended family 😭😭😭😭😭) (Though Allan is the friendliest boss and HR is Marketable As Hell) (Chris can I borrow your employee 😭😭😭)

OK but again BACK TO WHERE WE STARTED. I need to see Mac Opsys and Frost dynamic someday there's a potential to be funny because on one hand Mac wants to stop stuff like this from happening he wants good for Toontown but also MUTUAL BRIAN BEEF

(Random thought, Frost always boasts about having many enemies but it's usually random on Le off Cogs and a few of the mgrs. Bostly Ben and Brian and like. Robert. In reality they're either friendly or neutral with most Cogs. They may be neutral but the other party doesn't like them as much, like with Thomas. Though a lot of these friendships are... Shallow and undeveloped and just there because they ARE a self insert and I'd like to be friends with certain characters. But no way in hell they'd get along with Misty oh my god they'd scare her probably. But also Frost isn't dumb and can see people who are distressed and as stated before they do tend to be calmer around like, Cathal and such.)

Anyways I love this freak random thoughts over I gotta go to bed

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Heart’s Choice - Chapter 18

*Warning Adult Content*

- Carlos -

Sergeant Nguyen drives me to John's place in sullen silence, clearly not pleased with being cast in the role of babysitter and chauffeur.

When we arrive and I get out, grabbing the plastic grocery bag holding my belongings from the back seat, he finally speaks.

"You sure you'll be okay alone? I got chewed out enough for letting you out of my sight once already."

"I'll be fine," I say, patting the top of the car with my good arm. "This place has state-of-the-art security. And have you seen John's dogs? Those things are massive."

"If you say so."

Nguyen gazes past me and looks up at the house.

"Honestly, I didn't think Turner was the type."

"The type to own dogs?" I ask, carefully modulating my tone between a clueless 'whatever do you mean?' and a warning along the lines of 'go ahead and say something homophobic, you fucker, I dare you.'

If any of that comes across, Nguyen shows no sign and instead says something that surprises me.

"No, the type to let a stranger live in his home. He's civil enough at work but real cagey outside of it. When he moved here, a bunch of us offered to help him unpack, get settled, all that shit. He blew us off. Never hangs out with anyone after hours, never accepts invites to parties. I get wanting to keep your work and personal lives separate but my mom would say people like that have something to hide. Plus, there's all the rumors about him."

"What rumors?"

Drawn by the promise of gossip, I lean down and peer at him through the open door.

Nguyen shrugs.

"You know how it is. Somebody knew somebody who knew somebody at his old precinct. Anyway, word is Turner's a good cop, on paper. No complaints against him, no use of excessive force, no dirt. On the other hand, perps who got away, the ones who were guilty as sin and slippery as fish, had a tendency to turn up dead on his watch. He's got vigilante vibes. That's the rumor, anyway."

I frown.

"So, all you have is speculation."

"Yeah but if there's any truth to it, you should be careful. Guys like that have something to hide and guys with something to hide are dangerous."

"Thanks for the warning," I say, straightening. "But I think I'll take my chances."

He nods at the fresh cast on my arm and the brace on my neck.

"Good luck with that."

I shut the door and walk up the path to the house.

He waits until I've let myself in, nearly getting knocked off my feet by Rick and Morty's enthusiastic greeting and given him the thumbs up before he drives away.

Inside, I re-arm the security system, climb the stairs to my room and collapse on the bed, exhausted from my ordeal.

Briefly, I consider locking the door but then the dogs leap on the bed and curl up with me and my anxiety subsides.

I didn't expect I'd see Kyle any time soon.

He'd used a massive amount of energy to push me and it would take time to build up his energy again.

Besides, as I'd told John, I didn't get the sense he'd wanted to hurt me.

He'd wanted me to get out his aunt's house for my own good.

That other thing Kyle said though... that somehow... this was all happening because of me... gave me pause.

He had to mean the Ritual of the Feasts, which meant the connection wasn't to me, specifically but to my family, to Aunt Toni and my mother, from whom I'd inherited my talent for getting possessed and maybe even further back.

My grandmother, Aunt Toni once told me, was a fierce warrior, La Cazademonios 'The Demon Hunter' who had personally taken a demon to hell, a journey from which she had never returned.

If anyone had dealt with something like the Feasts, it would have been her.

I needed to talk to her... to Aunt Toni, that is and find out what she knows.

If I could only get her to call me back.

Rousing myself, I push Rick off me and dig my phone out of the plastic bag of my belongings.

I hadn't called my aunt from the hospital because I intended to tell her everything and I was worried if the nurses or doctors overheard me talking about ghosts and demons and ritual sacrifice they might rethink their decision to let me go and send me to a different sort of hospital, instead.

There were things I didn't want John overhearing, either.

He seemed to accept what I'd told him about Kyle but as for the rest, he remained a skeptic, as far as I could tell.

As for what Nguyen had told me... Well, dogs are good judges of character, right?

John's dogs love him.

More importantly, they're sweet-tempered.

In my experience, cruel and violent people seldom raise gentle, sweet-tempered dogs.

Then again, he was almost like a different person at home than when we were working, maybe there was a side of him even they haven't seen.

Once again, Toni doesn't pick up but this time I make it clear that I'm not calling out of guilt or to say I'm sorry or to ask a favor.

This time, I talk until I get cut off, having reached the time limit for leaving a message.

Then I text her and send her an email for good measure.

There's no way she can ignore me now.

Finally, I give in to the exhaustion pulling my eyelids shut and fall asleep.

When I wake up, the dogs are gone, my room is dark, my mouth is dry and I'm starving.

A glance at my phone tells me two things... I slept for six hours and Toni hasn't called me back.

Rising, I make my way to the bathroom and relieve myself, then frown at my reflection as I wash my hands.

I look like I've seen better days, which is true.

Unstrapping the neck brace, which is already itching and which I really don't need, I take it off, wrap my cast in the plastic bag the hospital gave me and take a one-handed shower.

It's a lot less fun than the last shower I had but I feel and look better afterwards.

When I go to get dressed, however, I realize I'm out of clean clothes.

I don't want to put the funeral suit back on and the clothes I wore to the park are covered in mud.

The only other set I brought with me is in the wash.

I'll ask if I can borrow something of John's, I think to myself.

His clothes won't fit me but I just need something to wear until I finish the laundry.

At the top of the stairs, I pause at the sound of voices downstairs, one low and male, one light and female.

The male voice belongs to John but I don't recognize the other.

Sighing, I retreat.

I'm only wearing a towel and if John didn't want me wandering around in my underwear, I doubted he'd appreciate the fresh-from-his-shower look.

I'll just grab the clothes and hope he doesn't mind.

Better to ask forgiveness than permission, as they say.

I'm across the hall and in front of his door before I remember his other warning.

"This is my room. You can go anywhere in the house, except in there."

But that was before, I reason... before he knew me better... before he admitted his attraction and before he fucked me.

Surely, he wouldn't mind now. Would he?

I rest my hand on the doorknob and my heart speeds up, as if I'm about to do something risky, like sky dive or speak in front of a crowd.

'I just want a pair of sweats and a t-shirt,' I tell myself.

'I'm not gonna rifle through his porn or whatever he's got in here.'

Twisting the knob, I'm relieved to find it unlocked.

If he really wanted to keep me out, he'd have locked it. Right?

Pushing the door open, I step through and turn on the light.

It's a normal-looking room, overall, though larger than I expected.

His bed, draped in a dark-gray cover, stands against one wall, a desk and bookshelves occupy the other, with a good ten feet of open space between.

To the left of the desk is another door, which I assume leads to a closet.

I head for this when something on the desk catches my eye.

A folder lies open, the papers within spread about as if John had been interrupted while in the middle of looking at them but what snares my attention is a photograph.

Picking it up with a trembling hand, I examine it more closely, trying to convince myself I'm wrong but there's no mistake.

I've seen the picture before.

It's the one Aunt Toni gave to the police when my mom disappeared.

She smiles at me from the faded photo paper, as does the boy in her arms. Me.

I flip the photo over and look at the back.

It's the original, dated almost exactly twenty years ago, the day I turned seven.

She'd taken me to the beach.

Dropping it like a hot match, I scan the scattered papers, everything there was to know about my mom and her case is right here.

Aunt Toni always said the police had barely bothered to look for her but this says otherwise.

If the case went cold, it wasn't for lack of effort.

But why the fuck was John Turner looking into it now and why wouldn't he have told me if he already knew there was some connection to the current case?

Confused and beginning to feel a little angry, I open the closet, intending to grab some clothes, head downstairs and confront John face to face, when I freeze.

It's not a closet.

It's a supernatural armory.

Boxes and chests, all sealed with protective symbols, are stacked along the floor.

Rare books of occult lore line one wall.

Bottles of blessed water and sacred salts, herbs, crystals and strange instruments line the other.

Weapons cover the back wall, ritual daggers, blades short and long, several swords and even a couple of crossbows.

John didn't believe in the 'supernatural shit?'

That was bullshit.

What else was a lie?

I back out of the room, clutching my towel, with the beginnings of panic fluttering little wings in my chest.

Maybe this is what Kyle meant by get out.

I need to get out of here, get in my truck and get to Aunt Toni.

Racing for the door, I crack it open and peek down the hall towards the stairs.

It's empty and quiet.

I step through and cross to my own door, open it and find myself face to face with John.

Unable to conceal my surprise and alarm, I back away and bump into the wall.

He looks past me towards his room and his expression shifts.

"I told you not to go in there."

"John, I..."

A woman's voice interrupts me.

"John? Where did you... Oh. So this is what you've been hiding."

I turn my head carefully and see a well-dressed woman standing at the end of the hall, hands on her hips.

John rubs his forehead and sighs.

"Becky, I told you to wait downstairs."

"You know I'm not good at listening."

She looks me up and down and arches a brow.

"Huh. I was expecting a naked woman... maybe even two... but this is a surprise."

I swallow.

"John is full of surprises."

I look back at him and there's no mistaking it for a trick of the light when his eyes change color this time, from green-brown to green and golden-orange.

For one thing, they're glowing.