#this is so disorienting I'm on the fence about it

[deerboybreeder]

LONG fucking fantasy below the cut whoops. Tw for rape, drugging and stalking ♥️

I move to a small town in the middle of nowhere to completely restart my life. The community is small and tight knit, but thankfully extremely accepting, so me being trans is a non issue! Or at least, people have the decency to not say anything about it to my face. I feel welcomed in this town, though I spend a lot of my time improving the patch of land I moved onto and less talking to residents, even though I've met nearly everyone.

I start getting letters in the mail, complimenting me in sweet, flowery language. It makes me feel special, but there's no return address, so I can't write back. But over time, the letters get more possessive. Once, the letter describes my body fairly graphically, in all the most complimenting ways, but it's clear they saw me working shirtless in my garden, tits free to the wind. My land is huge and fenced in, someone would have to have jumped my fence and gotten very close without my noticing to see me doing that.

I start spending a little less time at home and more time in town, hoping to make some connections to keep my mind off my "secret admirer", who started recently describing how beautiful and motherly of a man I would make swollen with his baby. I don't tell anyone about it, embarrassed by the content, and the fact that despite the obvious escalation, it makes me wet to think about all this attention. I'm not beloved by the town, but I make a few good friends.

One day, a year to the day I moved into town, a package shows up at my door. Its from my secret admirer, a very small bottle of wine with a letter attached. Praising all my accomplishments this year, in detail, in order. Singing my praises and wishing for even more in the upcoming year. Against my better judgement, I accept, and take the wine inside.

I generally am a lightweight when it comes to alcohol- I learned that recently, out with friends at the local bar. One had bought me a drink and I needed help home afterwards, and the friend that bought me the round felt so badly about my state he walked me home himself. But I had nothing else to do that day, so I poured myself a glass anyway.

I don't drink often, so I didn't recognize right away that something was wrong. Didn't notice that I was fading in and out of consciousness on the couch until one moment I was watching a documentary on wilderness survival, and the next it was about space travel. My body was heavy, I could barely move, so the couch would have to do that night.

I almost chalked it up to overindulgence when my front door opened.

It was a small town- I had no reason to lock my door. Even my secret admirer hadn't made mention of wanting to break in, just lamented that they couldn't work up the courage to approach me first. But apparently, this was how they chose to do it.

I yelled, a slurred and disoriented thing. Time was runny, and I didn't even have time to process running before they were on me. A mask, sunglasses and a ball cap obscured my attackers face, hair seeming meticulously tucked into the cap to further obscure their identity.

I tried to struggle, but I'm small and they're much bigger- not to mention the wine that I realize must've been drugged. They shush me, clearly altering their voice so I wouldn't know who they are- small town, after all.

They pull up my shirt, tangling me in it and covering my face so I can't see them. Everything is running together, and at some point they've taken my pants off too, Im lying naked before them. Everything narrows down to sensations that run together. A mouth sucking on my nipple, my attackers hands running reverently down my body. They're murmuring words I can't understand because my head is swimming from the spiked drink. Their fingers find my wet and waiting slit, and they thumb over my tdick, and despite myself I make a strangled noise.

Then, I am aware of their cock at my entrance, and I get another burst of fighting, but it's useless. They shush me, kissing the side of my face through the fabric of the shirt around my face, and promise to be gentle as they push themself into my dripping cunt. They moan openly into my ear, muffled by the shirt, and start playing with my tits while they rape me.

Everything is blurry, I keep slipping in and out of consciousness, only to wake up and find that they're still fucking me. They whisper praises, saying they wish they'd done this a year ago when I first moved in, how much of a tease I was working in my garden shirtless or changing in front of the window. How we were going to be so happy together, how excited they were to realize I had a womb they could fill. How they'd start with one, but they knew I would look heavenly round and heavy with their baby for the rest of my life.

I don't know how much time passed, them using my pliant body like a cocksleeve. They were mostly true about being gentle, aside from the bruising on my hips where they held me down. They came against my waiting cervix at least once, but it all ran together for me. After cumming inside me, they gently rubbed my stomach over my womb, scratching the trail of dark hair that sprouted over the year taking testosterone.

I wanted to cry, but they stayed inside me growing soft for a while, gently fondling me or kissing my body. Eventually, I blacked out entirely.

The next morning I couldn't pretend it was a dream- I was left tangled up in my clothes, though a blanket from my room was draped over me and my TV turned off. My cunt was sore and I had the world's worst hangover. I stumbled to the shower and tried not to throw up.

I didn't want to be alone, so after my chickens were fed I went down to the friends house who helped me home that night. He had been so kind, and we'd started getting close. He had even dismissed a mutual friend making a joke about taking advantage of me the night he helped me home- he'd just helped me to my bed and left. I could trust him.

He knew something was off the moment he saw me, and ushered me inside. He got me water from his fridge, and sat down with me to let me talk.

I told him everything. First about the rape that night, then elaborating to the stalker in tears. He looked horrified, and let me sob in his arms. He was so kind to me, so good to me. I told him I didn't want to be alone. He offered to move in with me for a little while, to make sure nothing else happened. I agreed immediately, and he started packing up his things right that second.

His time spent moved in was nice. I got up early for my chickens and garden, but somehow he was always up earlier, making me coffee and breakfast. Some days he even watered my plants for me, just to be kind. He was sweet, always there to support me. He slept on the couch with no complaints, and even held me close when a noise outside had me convinced the stalker was going to break down the now locked door and rape me again.

The admirers notes slowed. They first were promises of coming back again, to see my "beautiful fertile body" up close again. Then threats when my friend moved in. Then nothing. I thought the nightmare was over.

I had chalked up the throwing up to a traumatic response and the drugs working their way out of my system. When it continued I didn't think much of it. Attributed the weight gain to my friend fussing over me and making sure I ate well. But the slightly round look of my stomach unsettled me, so I bit the bullet and took a pregnancy test.

Positive.

I was in hysterics when I saw the lines, and my friend ran into the room asking if I was hurt. I just shook my head and showed him the test, and he took me into his arms. We both know by this point it was too late to abort in the state this town was in, and travel costs put it out of the question if I could go out of state to have it done.

My friend assured me that it would be alright. That he'd help me through this. That he'd even help me raise the baby if I didn't want to be a single father.

Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, maybe it was the kindness he'd shown me this past month or two. Maybe it was the way he looked up at me, having knelt down in front of me to make his promise of support. But I kissed him. I had fallen in love with this man, who'd taken care of me in my time of greatest need. And with the way he kissed me back, he'd fallen for me too.

It was like a switch was flipped, like he had been holding back this entire time. I invited him into my bed, and every night his hands were on me. I loved the way he felt, so happy to have someone else touch me after what happened. Every touch was adoring and reverent, he made me feel like a prince. Id beg him to cum deep inside me and breed me, and he'd get a look in his eyes when he pounded my cunt. It helped me pretend it was his baby growing inside me, especially when he'd put his hand on my growing stomach protectively.

Our relationship moved quickly. We were dating for only three months when he proposed to me, but it felt like three years. Gladly I accepted, and it took only two months to set up the wedding. He handled everything, insistent I just relax because he didn't want to stress out the baby. I was heavily pregnant at our wedding, and I heard a few murmurs about it being a shotgun wedding. I let them gossip- I hadn't told anyone about my attack, and I didn't care if they thought we were just getting married because I got knocked up. My husband and I knew the truth.

Those final few months were hard, but my wonderful husband took such good care of me. Doted on me hand and foot, took care of the chickens entirely, and with winter setting in soon I didn't need to tend the garden at all. This loving wonderful man cared for me through every stage of this unwanted pregnancy and turned it into the start of a beautiful life. It was like a scene out of a romance novel.

My labor was hard, but he was there through it all. Fussing over me and ensuring I got the best care. It hurts beyond words, the baby huge and heavy, but I managed. A sweet baby girl.

He was overjoyed. The next two months spent in a sleepy newborn haze, of course. But he was always there, at my side. He cooked dinner, kept the house tidy, watched the baby as I tended the chickens, our main income aside from a few residuals from some old novel he wrote years ago. He didn't even ask for sex, knowing I was healing, even if I wanted to regardless of doctors orders. But we waited.

The anniversary of the attack came and went, and he held me through my sobs. Reminded me that even if the experience was horrible, we had our beautiful daughter, and our beautiful relationship, because of it. And he was right. I was able to leave it behind.

As time wore on, he continued to be an amazing husband. Attentive in daily life, wonderful to our child, and absolutely fantastic in bed.

Nights spent after the baby was sleeping entwined in each other. His cock buried to the hilt in my needy cunt, his mouth on my heavy milky tits. Some nights, id let him take Polaroid photos of me impaled on his cock, or sucking him off, or stroking my tdick as his cum leaked out of me. I never saw where he kept them, but the idea that my body was so important to him he kept photos around made me feel good and loved. I never needed to ask with him, he somehow always knew what I needed, and I was often marked with hickies along my body from him. He said he was claiming every part of me.

A few months into summer, I felt off again. This time I didn't wait, and took a pregnancy test right away. Positive again. We weren't trying explicitly, but we weren't preventing it either, especially not with how I begged him to breed me every night. I told him, and he was overjoyed. I felt like I was in a fairy tale.

We decided to turn his old stuff into a playroom, since the nursery itself was small. I set to work on it in the mornings, while he was making breakfast. It was a lot to take down and move, so it took a while. While emptying his desk to have him move it to storage, I found a little cardboard box. Curious, I opened it up.

At first I thought it was the dirty photos he had taken of me. The idea of him alone in his study, fucking his hand to these photos when working late on a new story made me shiver. But then, under those photos were more. Candid shots of me out with friends, even before the baby. I hadn't gotten out much after the baby came, not like I went much of anywhere after the attack. These photos were old.

Then, the ones from my home. In through the windows while I was changing. My shirtless working in my garden. Me reaching for a gift wrapped bottle of wine.

With shaking hands, I set the box down. My husband, unbeknownst to me, had come up behind me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, in a way hours ago I would find protective but now felt like a vice grip.

"What's the matter, love?" He asked, as he placed a hand over my womb, once again full of his child. "I told you we were meant to be. That you would look beautiful heavy with my baby for the rest of your life. I know you think so too. Why else would you beg me to breed that fertile, beautiful body of yours again? Just as I said before. If it weren't for that night, we wouldn't have our daughter, or our marriage. I just wish I'd done it sooner."

[luvrgreyy]

THE AMERICAN DREAM

leon kennedy x f!reader

word count: 2.4k summary: living the picture perfect marriage with leon. masterlist | taglist | ko-fi

18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE. typical american marriage, mentions of abuse, throwing up, drugging/use of drugs, gaslighting, leon being mean and condescending — he’s very ooc in this one, non-con, basically somnophilia, unprotected sex, p in v, choking, slapping, spanking, spitting, fingering(vaginal and mouth), degrading language.

a/n: 100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL !! thank you so much everyone <3 sorry if the writing on this ones a little sloppy, this one’s mostly self indulgent and i was half asleep when making this so i didn’t really know what i was writing down. anyways, hope you guys enjoy this, love you all xx.

you loved your husband. your relationship was everything you’ve ever wanted. a nice house in a beautiful suburb — white picket fence and all — a doting husband, and an idyllic life that seemed straight out of a hollywood movie. each day was laced with domestic bliss.

everything was perfect, living the dream with the perfect husband. you don't even remember the fact that he took you away from your family. or that he was systematically drugging you, slipping small doses of amnesiacs into your food and drink to keep your memory fuzzy and prevent you from remembering the fact that he was basically abusing and raping you on a daily basis. the drug kept you docile and unquestioning.

sometimes, you have nightmares about it, though you can’t really remember anything, and you think they’re just things your brain like to make up.

you woke up with a start, your hands clenched tightly into fists in the bed sheets as your breath came in sharp and fast. the room was quiet, except for the soft ticking of the clock. it’s the same nightmare, the same thing that leaves you feeling disoriented and unsettled, but you can't recall the details.

you felt your husband shift behind you, his warm body pressing against yours. "mm, baby," his groggy voice rumbled sleepily, his hands slipping around your waist to pull you closer against him, a touch meant to be soothing. his chin rested against your shoulder, his lips trailing languidly across the nape of your neck. “you okay?”

“another nightmare?” he murmured lowly, sensing your unease.

"i— i'm gonna throw up,”

a slight pause and then leon sprung into action. he immediately rolled over and gently pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest while he carried you towards the bathroom.

“it’s alright, sweetheart. let it all out,” he soothed, his voice a soft, comforting murmur as he cradled you closely. he leaned you over the toilet, holding your hair back as you wretched and retched.

he held you close to him, gently massaging your back with one hand, stroking your spine soothingly with his fingers, all while using his other hand to hold your hair back.

“i’ve got you,” he whispered softly, pressing gentle kisses on the crown of your head, his arms holding you firmly yet gently as you hunched over the toilet. his free hand reaches over to grab a clean towel and wiping away any remnants of vomit from your lips.

after a few moments, your body slumped and you gasped for breath, leaning against him for support. he continued to hold you gently, running his fingers softly over your clammy skin.

"tea?" you looked up at him with hazy eyes, still feeling queasy. the room was spinning and your stomach churned at the mere thought of food. but the idea of drinking something soothing sounded nice.

"yes... please,"

he ushers you into the kitchen, fetching a tea bag and a cup from the cabinet and pouring in some boiling water from the kettle. he sets the cup on the table and takes a seat across from you.

“here,” he hands you a steaming mug of tea, his large hand brushing against yours for just a moment. you take a sip and it tastes strange — slightly bitter and with a weird aftertaste. but it does seem to ease the churning in your stomach.

he sighs in relief as you take another sip of your tea, not noticing the small pill dissolved in the cup.

“there we go, sweetheart. i know you've been feeling a bit under the weather lately. that’ll help you relax and feel better in no time,”

he smiles warmly, pretending to care about your wellbeing, when in reality he's just trying to keep you sedated so you don't realize what a hellish existence you're living.

you blinked slowly, the warm tea feeling good as it slid down your throat. the room was still spinning a bit, but you felt yourself starting to relax. leon watched you carefully, relieved that the nausea seemed to be subsiding.

“feel dizzy,” you mumble slowly.

he reached across the table to pat your hand gently. "there, there sweetheart. why don’t i take you back to bed so you can rest? you’re clearly exhausted,"

without waiting for a response, he helps you to your feet and steers you towards the bedroom. you stumble and sway on unsteady legs, unable to resist as he guides you. once you're on the bed, he covers you with a blanket and tucks you in snugly.

"oh, my poor baby.. i’ll join you in a few minutes, just gonna wash up the dishes in the kitchen."

you can barely keep your eyes open as the drug pulls you under. your last thought is wondering why you feel so tired all the time, before slipping into a deep, medicated slumber. you snuggle deeper into the blankets, your eyelids growing heavier by the second. leon lingers by the bedside, watching you with a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

soon, your breathing evens out and your body goes limp, succumbing to the drug's effects. leon smiles, satisfied. he knows he has a window of opportunity before you wake up again. without wasting any time, he quietly slips up your nightgown, exposing your tender flesh to his hungry eyes and eager touch. his hands roam freely over your body, groping and squeezing as he pleases. he reaches up and cups one breast with each hand, weighing them appreciatively.

he leans down and starts planting wet kisses across your neck and chest, staying close so you don't stir.

then he's on top of you, shoving his pants down and mounting you roughly.

your moans and protests are muffled by your sleep-addled state as he ravages you mercilessly, using his big, strong hands to hold you down and shut you up.

“l-lee—leon,” you manage to mumble.

leon silences you by reaching down and forcing two fingers into your mouth, thrusting them between your lips.

"shh, ‘ts okay baby," he hums into your ear, giving your cunt a light slap that makes you yelp around his fingers. "such a good girl, taking it so well," he praises you with a growl as he works your mouth open with his fingers, stretching your jaw wide for his invasion. your protests are swallowed by your own gag reflex as he fucks your face with no regard for your well-being.

your mind is hazy and you can't seem to rouse yourself enough to push him away. he's just too strong, too overpowering. you're at his mercy, helpless to resist as he takes what he wants.

his fingers finally slip free from your mouth, coated in saliva. he uses that same hand to roughly spread your legs further apart, pleased with how easily he’s able to violate you in your vulnerable state.

he flips you upright and pulls your hips back, exposing your pussy to the air. he runs a finger along your slit, feeling how wet he's made you.

"look at you, getting all worked up over nothing," he chuckles darkly, spreading your lips and poking his big finger into your entrance.

“so wet f’me,” he coos, sliding his finger inside you and starts to pump it, scissoring it to stretch you. you moan and wriggle against him, still only semi-conscious.

leon ignores your attempts at protest, too focused on his own pleasure. his hips start rocking, his hard cock rubbing against your thighs as he uses you like a doll. “fucking slut, getting off to this," he growls, giving your clit a harsh pinch that makes you whine. his words are thick with insincerity, a mocking edge to his voice as he uses the pet name he knows you love. in reality, he despises you and views you as nothing more than an object to use at his leisure.

you try to push him away with your sleepy hands, clawing and flailing your arms, but he pins them to the mattress easily. he's too strong, and you're too weak from the drugs coursing through your system.

“be good and stay still," he growls, smashing his mouth down on yours to muffle any screams that might escape. his tongue probes aggressively at your lips, seeking entry. you cry out as he thrusts his thick cock into your resistance, splitting you open and making you scream. his hips start pounding into you with renewed vigor, bouncing off your ass as he breeds you hard and fast. the bed creaks and shifts with each brutal thrust.

"so fucking tight," he groans, starting to piston his hips, using your throat for leverage.

he grunts and growls as he ruts into you like a beast, your body sloppily pressed against his. your head is forced to bob up and down on his cock as he thrusts, drool streaming down your chin. your muffled whimpers and protests are lost around his shaft. “look at that, you take my cock so well baby," his filthy words are punctuated by sharp smacks to your ass and thighs, keeping you off-balance and unable to fully rouse. he's relentless, using your mouth and body for his own sick satisfaction.

your struggles weaken further as the air gets cut off from your lungs. he pauses to spit in your face, the slick substance mingling with your tears and drool. “what’s the matter sweetheart? can’t breathe?" he taunts, smacking your face. "just relax, you can take it." he punctuates his words with a sharp smack to your inner thigh, making you gasp and squirm beneath him.

the bed frame creaks ominously with each powerful thrust, threatening to give way and spill you both to the floor. his hands are everywhere, gripping your hips, pulling your hair, slapping your ass. he's completely lost in his own pleasure, using you as a means to an end. you try to squirm away from him, but it's futile. he's too strong, and you're too drowsy. he simply reaches up and clamps a hand over your mouth, muffling any cries for help.

"quit fucking squirming," he growls. but somehow, he’s lying. he wants you to fight back, to struggle and make it harder for him. it's more exciting that way. your throat burns as he continues to use it as leverage, twisting your head with every brutal thrust. tears stream down your cheeks, your eyes squeezed shut in fear and pain.

saliva and juices run down your thighs as he slams into you without mercy. your mind is fuzzy and disconnected, unable to fully process the assault on your body. all you can do is endure, a ragdoll for leon to use and abuse as he sees fit.

"atta girl," he hisses. "take it, baby." he punctuates his words with another sharp smack to the ass, the sting adding to your growing pile of discomfort.

you can only moan and mewl in response, too far gone to resist. your body is numb, your mind foggy and detached.

you try to nod, too weak to do anything but comply. he loosens his grip on your throat and moves his hand back to your hip, pulling you against him roughly. his cock throbs inside you, swelling up further as he gets close to coming.

"fuck, gonna cum," he warns, his hips redoubling their pace. you moan helplessly as he breeds you hard and fast, the bed creaking and shifting under you. he slaps your ass hard twice, the sound echoing in the room. he groans, coming with a loud grunt. your body is wracked with shudders as he fills you with his cum, your cunt clamping down on his shaft to milk him for every drop.

when he finally pulls out, you're left gasping and sputtering, drool dripping down your face. you lie there in stunned silence afterwards, sprawled beneath him in a puddle of your own fluids. leon collapses on top of you, pinning you to the bed as his chest heaves with exertion.

you're still drifting in and out of consciousness when leon rolls off of you and onto his side, facing away from you. your mind is a fog, struggling to process the events that just transpired. a small sob escapes your lips as you try to make sense of the pain, confusion, and shame that's flooding through you.

after what felt like an eternity, leon reaches over and pulls you into his side, pressing your body close to his. you can feel his warmth, his heartbeat, away his arms are uncomfortably resting atop your skin.

slowly but surely, the fog in your mind starts to clear. you become aware of the dull ache in your throat, the soreness of between your legs, and the disgust you feel for yourself.

fresh tears spring to your eyes as the reality of your situation comes crashing down on you.

"shh, calm down baby," he whispers, stroking your hair soothingly. but his touch is cold and clammy, sending shivers down your spine.

your body feels heavy and numb, your mind hazy and disconnected. slowly, your eyes flutter open. the room is blurry, the edges fuzzy. you try to move, but your limbs feel like lead. leon's face swims into view, his features distorted. "you had a bad dream," he murmurs, his voice sounding distant.

"just another nightmare, sweetheart. it’s okay, i'm here." his words are slurred, his face wobbly. you try to focus, but it's impossible. your vision starts to tunnel, fading to black. the last thing you hear is leon's gentle humming, lulling you back to sleep.

when you wake again, you'll have no memory of the nightmare, no recollection of the way he violated and degraded you. the drug will ensure that. all you'll know is that you slept fitfully and woke up feeling unwell.

tags: @crowleyco @arcane5019

[yourivy-grows]

So, i'm currently experiencing artblock and have been kinda busy with college, and since I've seen a lot of twdg AUs lately, I'd love to share some headcanons for my Tenn lives! AU :)

Note: Most of this AU follows the original plot and includes some scrapped content from The Final Season (Yes, Tenn was supposed to live)

(This time, I'll only focus on Violentine's route since I chose Violet, but I can make a Clouis version later)

And feel free to ask if you would like to know more :)

• If Clem chose to trust AJ, he won't shot Tenn like he actually does in the game

• During the bridge scene, Tennessee doesn't die. Neither does Louis or Violet (except if Clem didn't trust AJ, ofc)

• Instead, AJ purposely shoots Louis/Violet in their right shoulder so the bullet could hit a walker behind them, saving their lifes.

• After being shot, Violet reacts immediately. She throws Tenn across the bridge so he can reach safely to the other side, while AJ keeps shooting at the walkers behind her

• Then, she jumps too. She barely makes it to the other side, so Clem rushes to help her climb up

• Once they are all together, the four friends hug each other thigly, tears streaming down their faces while Minerva keeps screaming in anger and pain. They are all hurting, bleeding, scared

• But safe

• And most important: alive

• Violet was bleeding, and so was Clementine. Tenn, in the other hand, was completely in shock

• AJ tried to make him react. The gunshots caught the attention of a large horde in the woods, and this time, they were almost behind them. They needed to go, and fast

• Just like in the original game, they got separated by the fence. Violet climbed up first since she was bleeding the most. Once they were surrounded by the herd, Clem insisted that she needed to go

• Violet insisted, but she could barely stay on her feet. She needed to go back to Ericson and find help as soon as possible

• So Clementine stayed with the kids

• When they tried to climb up the rocks, Tenn didn't move

• AJ went first, so he could shoot at the herd from above while Clementine and Tenn followed his way. However, Tenn was still in shock, and no matter how hard Clementine and AJ insisted or how desesperate they were, he didn't move or say a word

• When the walkers were almost touching their backs, Clementine pushed Tenn and forced him to climb as fast as he could. Once he made it to the top, Clementine began to climb up as well, but her leg got caught by a walker and we know what happened then

• She got bitten

• After realizing what had just happened, AJ started crying

• He was devasted, but also furious

• He knew Clem was gonna die

• But not because of bad luck or an accident

• He knew it was Tenn's fault

• So, if Clem stopped AJ from shooting Lilly, AJ won't react this time. They kept moving forward until they make it to the barn. But once they got surrounded by the walkers, Tenn will desperately run into the woods to escape, leaving Clementine and AJ behind

• Just like in the original game, AJ found him a few weeks later wandering by the river

• But sadly, it was too late. He had already turned

• On the other hand, if AJ shot Lilly, he slaps Tenn. Even though he was furious and wanted to kill him right there, Tenn immediately reacts after the hit and apologize for what happened

• He's still in shock after witnessing his sister literally died in fron of his eyes

• Just a few weeks after finding out she wasn't actually death like Marlon and Brody made him believe

• One year mourning over a living person

• Even though she wasn't the same Minerva he knew and loved

• When they walked into the woods and got surrounded, Tenn insisted on going to Ericson and find some help

• Clementine didn't feel right about this idea, but before she could even respond, Tenn was already running towards the school

• Or at least, he tried

• He got lost. He was so shocked and disoriented that he didn't recognize the way back home. He wandered in the woods until James found him

• But his effort wasn’t in vain. Tenn dropped one of his crayons while running, so Ruby and Aasim could follow the trail towards the barn and find Clementine before it was too late

• Yes, AJ carried her on a wheelbarrow, but he's only 5 so I don't think he got too far away

• Tenn was so ashamed and felt so sorry for what happened that he didn't want to go back to Ericson or face AJ again. He genuinely thought Clementine was dead because of him, and he couldn't bare with that guilt

• James took care of him for the next weeks. At Ericson, everyone thought Tenn was dead and stopped looking after a few days

• Except for Violet. She kept looking every single day

• She was so mad at Clementine she didn't even speak to her after she woke up. She was relieved because her girlfriend was alive, of course, but she was also grieving the kid she raised for almost eight years

• She didn't speak to AJ either. He missed her, so much

• AJ found Tenn wandering by the river, just like in the original game. Tenn explained him what happened and that he lived with James in the woods for a few weeks, because he was not ready to face him after putting their lives at risk and almost killing Clem

• AJ was relieved. Now, he knew Tenn was alive, and James was also okay

• He forgave him and went back to Ericson together

• After all, Clem was alive

• And they both were best friends. But not like Clem, cause she was old.

• Like real best friends

• Cause they were only kids

• They didn't deserved to die just because they "weren't made for that world"

[loveselenade]

Madoka 1.5

Since I’m watching PMMM for the first time (with a lot of it spoiled due socmed lol), I figured it’d be fun to write my thoughts so far, 1.5 episodes in. It goes without saying, but don't send me any further spoilers, as this is only fun if I can manage to remain as ignorant as I am now.

Things I knew before hand:

-Kyubey is a bastard.

-It has Shinbo Akiyuki's artistic sensibilities all over it (reason I started watching, tho I'm unclear what exactly his involvement in this is lol). Also, Urobuchi Gen is the main writer for this lol

-Madoka dies.

-Madoka is the paragon of good.

-Lesbian Satan.

-Homura has catholic guilt??

-Someone's backstory involves a brother or something.

-Guns

-Time loop.

-Jewel seeds but evil (this only makes sense if you've watched Nanoha, sorry lol)

-Witches

-Madoka saved a cat

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Illusory motion.

[image id: top view of a monochromatic, distorted staircase that looks like a spiral.]

An upwards climb or a downward spiral? The irregular curving of the stories and the pattern alternance sure makes it look like it's spiraling inward. As our lace curtain lifts so the play can begin, this is our first look at the kind of world that awaits us.

[image id: gif showing a close up to Madoka's legs and then a panoramic top view as she runs through a monochromatic hallway with a chessboard pattern]

I don’t have a lot to say about the witches’ labyrinths yet, but I’m always a sucker for dreamscapes (I loved them dearly in Flip Flappers, where they had the incredible work of Studio Pablo strengthening the storybook look), and I’m assuming the labyrinths symbolize something about the interiority or the difficulties the witch in question faced. I don’t have a lot to go by with the two labyrinths in episode one, but I did love the glimpse of the one we get in the opening sequence. I love the effect that it creates when alternating between panoramic shots or extreme close-ups to Madoka’s legs and back as she runs—respectively making her look too small against this overwhelming set piece or claustrophobically trapped in her impotence. As the camera moves along, there’s a sensation that the different patterns in the floors are moving. Because of the way we perceive depth via ascertaining the apparent parallelism or convergence of lines and value/color contrast, among other things, the pattern alternance in this monochrome set piece creates illusions of either motion or that each row is a step more elevated than the other. It’s a properly trippy place. I enjoy it. The straight white for the lighting and tiles creates an artificial and alienating atmosphere. The uniformity of its looks is disorienting. Is Madoka going the right way?  It’s really a fantastic introduction to the world of Madoka Magica.

The path you must follow has been prepared for you.

[image id: A green, flourescent exit sign is centered in the screen, hanging above a dark path framed by silver chain fence]

Despite the disorienting feeling, Madoka follows mostly straight paths and there's a clearly labeled, correct exit. This brings to mind the predetermined paths present in Revolutionary Girl Utena's imagery.

Additionally, I find the way Madoka’s run is boarded reminiscent to Utena’s chase after Anthy in Adolescence of Utena:

[image id: gif showing a panoramic view of of landscape shwoered in sunset lighting and red, square pillars towering over the space. Utena, looking tiny, runs further into the place.]

[Image id: gif showing a top down view of a long monochromatic corridor with chessboard pattern that Madoka, a mere pink dot in the screen, crosses running. The corridor is right in the middle of the screen and surrounded by different equally black and white mandalas that turn slightly.]

We get panoramic overhead shots emphasizing the disorienting, geometrical maze and the impotence of our heroines' tiny figure against them.

Before reaching their destination, they both cross a stairs-bridges of sorts; Utena, towards the dueling arena where Anthy waits for her to continue the dueling cycle with Utena as champion; Madoka, towards the foyer where she can find her exit to where Homura is struggling against another hopeless, fighting cycle, one which Madoka choses to perpetuate when making a contract with Kyubey…

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The image to the left shows shows a stich of two Adolescence of Utena's screenshots: the one on top showing Utena crossing a bridge; due the top down angle and the inclination of the bridge, the planks on the bridge look like stairwells. The image on the bottom shows Utena crossing the bridge against the creamy, pinkish sunset sky. The bridge railing is shown a black silhoutte in the foreground.

The image to the right is a stich of two monocrohmatic Madoka Magika episode one screenshots: the on the the top shows Madoka crossing a corridor, the foreground is dominated by abstract geometric shapes. The one on the bottom shows Madoka going up an ample stair well, and the surrounding walls have a similar geometric patterning.]

Absolute Reality.

[Image id: Predominantly black and white screenshot showing a dark tree on the foreground and black debri flyaing around. A little to the right of the middle line stands Madoka, with Kyubey sitting on top of some fallen pillar. The subtittles are Madoka's dialogue and read: "Can I really do something to help?"]

The offer that tempts Madoka into a contract is the promise of agency. She can’t stand the reality where there is nothing she can do, thus it's the promise she does actually have power to influence the narrative and help others and stop their suffering what Kyubey dangles in front of her. Madoka feels deeply moved by the pain of others and has a strong empathetic response that makes it very easy for her to be preyed upon by our resident ugly cat here. It’s detrimental to her. Maybe Homura has a point in reversing her wish to be the divine embodiment of Goodness. 

It’s then interesting that she expresses disappointment upon waking up not only in the premiere but in episode 02, as well. Her waking up animation might as well become bank during this introductory arc (I’m betting it does, can’t wait to be wrong). When confronted with the thought the world her senpai Mami introduced to her, one of great danger but also apparently fulfilling and actualizing, Madoka expresses disappointment. Even though she has a happy, easygoing life full of friends and family that love her and that she loves in return, there is something else she is looking for.

Confronting your own humble plainness again.

[Image id: Screenshot of Madoka's room dimly lit. Madoka is drawn towards the bottom left edge, hunching and hugging her huge body plush with a beleagered expression.]

Appearances, facades.

Trained confidence. 

[Image id: Screenshot showing makeup labelled with numbers, as if to indicate the order of steps.]

Following Madoka’s "dream", we learn about her homelife anchored around her interactions with her mother as they talk about the love lives of the people around Madoka, contrasted to Madoka's own assertion that no one has an eye on her. Their whole bathroom conversation could be characterized as "girl talk": they go on about love and the need to maintain an appealing image as means to reach it. I could easily accuse this scene of being sexist (and it did rub me the wrong way initially), but the dialogue is naturalistic enough to paint a trusting, warm bond between mother and daughter; plus the repetition of the make-up motif in the second episode while interspersed with Mami's explanation draws attention to themes of appearance and desire.

A remark that can easily be taken as reinforcing gender essentialism lol

[Image id: Screenshot showing the sinks at the foreground barely visible at the bottom edge, with Madoka and her mother in front of them. Madoka is holding her red ribbons with her left hand hesitantly, while her mother has her hands over her hips, talkig matter-of-factly: "A woman's appearance is the one thing she can't afford to get looked down at."]

The contrast in the way mother and daughter carry themselves is apparent. When Madoka relays her reports about her homeroom teacher's love life, her more experienced mother offers keen observations about the possible state of the relationship. Where Madoka takes things at face value, her mother can see deeper. The same applies to the image they project to the world— where her mother has a set (numbered) method to achieve her ideal image, Madoka fumbles and fusses about her ribbon choice and not being seen as too much. The frame pan showcasing the end result has Madoka standing timidly with her hands folded over her lap and her back reflection shown in three different angles in the background mirrors, as if she's being thoroughly scrutinized. While her mother confidently observes her reflection in the mirror, Madoka shrinks at being observed.

[Image id: Screenshot showing Madoka in the middle with a dopey and hesitant expression and her arms drawn close. Her reflections are shown in the mirrors in the background.]

I can't say that Madoka’s self-confidence is worryingly low given what we’ve been presented with—while she lacks the self-assurance her mother possesses, she doesn’t seem particularly self-deprecating. While her affirmation that no one looks her way reflects that self-consciousness, Madoka doesn't further put herself down. Instead, it could simply be that she's a teenager only now discovering her identity, what she's comfortable with, what she wants and what place can she carve for herself in this world. Her mother advises her to train the image and behaviors of someone confident as a first step to grow more certain of herself. The scene places emphasis on the process of purposefully building the image you project, which becomes relevant as episode two's layouts play with a reflection motif around talks of desire. 

While thinking back on Kyubey’s proposal of granting them one wish in exchange of risking their lives, Madoka ponders about what she wants. Her waffling contrasts to her mother’s immediate, cutting  response concerning pragmatic concerns from her work life when Madoka echoes the question to her. Although, of course, her mother lacks the whole context that makes the decision heightened, Madoka’s roof talk with Kyubey and Sayaka reinforces that there isn’t anything she wishes for that strongly. Yet. 

Additionally, when Madoka proposes a bigger ambition to her mother (“Wouldn’t you rather become CEO yourself?”), the image her mother projects into the mirror changes drastically into a more fierce and dangerous look, complete with the repetition of her labeled make-up symbol. This ties a connection between the image people project and what they desire. And just like Madoka has a rather inhibited persona, so do her desires appear mild.

This takes us to Mami, their helpful senpai.

A slightly distorted image seen from below the glass table totally screams trustworthy.

[Image ID: Screenshot of Mami drawn in a low angle, showing her sitting with her legs neatly folded under her backside and her hands resting on her lap. Despite the sunset light filtering through the windows, she's very dimly lit. Most of her image, from the waist up, is shown slightly distorted as its filtered through the glass of the table. The table legs curve outwards and frame her the image in a strange way. The subtitles present her offer: "You should see for yourself what it's like to do battle with witches."]

Knowing the spoilers that Homura is trying to save Madoka from death via time loops and preventing her from forming a contract with Kyubey has an interesting effect— that is, it casts suspicion over other characters. Mami is the helpful senpai that shows up in the nick of time to save them from the witch, heals Kyubey, explains the situation to them and even promises to protect them from Homura at school. She also offers to show them the fieldwork so they can make up their mind about whether to become contracted! The earlier, careful portrayal around purposeful appearances and the reflection motif repeating during their talk can’t be coincidence. Clearly, she wants to be seen as someone who’s dependable, and whether this has more sinister implications or is stemming from personal wishes is unclear to me yet. Mami feels more like Kyubey’s sales associate than anything else. “You can come observe” it’s the pitch you give someone unsure whether to join a club so you can lure them further in. She’s encouraging them to take on a responsibility that can have rather grim outcomes, despite her early assertion that magical girls don’t necessarily work together to reap the rewards of fighting witches—a statement that further reinforces the narrative of Homura as an antagonistic force to our young heroines. Mami either is very upstanding and thinks it’s a duty they should take on since they were chosen or there is something deeply fishy going on here.

For all intents and purposes, Mami is a completely separate entity to our young heroines, not unlike Homura. She’s the one who’s a magical girl already, they’re the uninitiated. They sit on the same side of the table, opposite to her. This shot emphasizes their separation through the black leg of that foreground furniture.

There’s clearly a lot we don’t know about her.

[Image id: screenshot showing Mami's living room. There's sunset light still filtering in, but the room is mostly dimly lit. Mami is on the side of the wall, so she's in the shade. They're sitting at the table, Madoka and Sayaka together on the same side and visually opposite to Mami. The black legs of a furniture are shown in the foreground, creating a strong visual barrier between Mami and her juniors.]

Isn’t it just so fun how this reflection shot obscures her face? Like she’s covering it with her hands in sorrow. Seems charged that it coincides with her explanation about witches causing suicide and murder, does she know of someone who was a victim of them? OR better yet, someone who became One?

I know that magical girls become witches in this series, which also poses interesting possibilities…

[Image id: Screenshot showing Mami's lap with her hands resting on top of it as she sits in front of the table. Because of the top angle, the reflection of her face shows dimly on the glass table. Her face overlaps her hands. The subtitles read: Many of the inexplicable suivides and murders that occur..."]

Are my suspicions on Mami’s intentions totally off-mark? I have no idea, but it’s incredibly fun to doubt her  lol

Speaking of despair lore, I usually raise my eyebrow—think it’s full of shit— when there’s worldbuilding that links suicide and violence to supernatural entities; it’s a run-of-the-mill battle shonen explanation, Noragami also uses it with Ayakashi as amalgamation of negative feelings and energy from the people of the places they haunt. Now, this could still work on an allegorical sense of how oppressive environments lead to such emotional outcomes, since most stories don’t engage with the structural causes of such problems… It can be that, or end up attributing a metaphysical cause as the source of all darkness without even so much extending understanding and sympathy to the people who suffer from it. Where does Madoka Magica fall, I wonder…

Blessed fools.

A pained smile framed behind by bars, a surefire sign that someone isn’t totally trapped. 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Sakaya's back with her face turned in profile towards the right. She's smiling ambigously and her right hand is holding to the white chain wall that dominates the background against the bright daylight sky. The subtittles read: "Well... Maybe the pair of us are just fools?"]

Given our young heroines lack of direction, ardent ambitions or anguishing desires, Sayaka muses that perhaps the fact they don’t have anything they’d die for is a sign they’re blessed fools. This rings true for Madoka. She’s a happy kid with a supportive family and friends. Despite her longing for something more—her own agency? confidence? Romantic love?—, there doesn’t seem to be anything that is making her actively miserable. Her mild adolescent ennui is not necessarily something pernicious and would’ve likely resolved itself as she experienced and tackled more challenges in her life with the guidance and support of her family. This whole business paints more ill-fated for her (and I mean, I know it is. What a tragedy, hers).

But is this true for Sayaka? This brief shot with its ominous red sky and its bedridden figure shrouded in darkness begs to differ… The fact she feels guilty over being chosen, thinking there’s people who’d make use of a miracle much better than them makes me think it’s rather someone she knows… Is this her motivation to get into Kyubey’s magical girl agency? I don’t have a lot to go by…

[Image ID: Screenshot representing a short-haired person in bed shown facing right . Most of the shapes are represented as black silhouttes, sans the translucent curtains and the ominous red sky framed by the window. The subtittles read "We've been so blessed.."]

Sayaka and homoeroticism.

Welcome back, Shinohara Wakaba. 

[Image id: Screenshot showing Madoka, Sayaka and their irrelevant friend Hitomi at the park. Sayaka is hugging a slouching Madoka from the back, saying "You must be my bride, Madoka!".]

The Girl Talk in episode one continues as we follow Madoka’s commute to school with her two friends: the blue one, the to-be Magical Girl, Sayaka and this one random girl that I'm surprised it's even there. The banter and physicality to Sayaka and Madoka’s interactions is fun and warm, selling their chemistry as friends. And near the end, Sayaka playfully proclaims Madoka must be with her, which immediately brought to mind Revolutionary Girl Utena’s Shinohara Wakaba's own ambiguous, very physically affectionate date-play with Utena. 

Rather than being a maiden in the sidelines, however, Sayaka is positioned as Madoka’s protector against Homura. Given Homura is fighting to be Madoka’s silent protector herself, this is unbelievably funny to me. When Madoka finds Homura's staring off-putting during P.E., she hides behind Sayaka. When Madoka— with Kyubey in her arms— is alone facing the inscrutable, darkness-shrouded, threatening Homura, the one who shows up to save her is Sayaka. When they're alone within the creepy labyrinth, Sayaka protectively embraces Madoka. When Madoka is worried that Homura might try to attack them at school, Sayaka offers to punch Homura. This antagonistic placing of Madoka's two protectors is hilarious, and I'm curious to see if the dynamic fizzles out as we delve into Sayaka's innermost wishes and struggles or if the tension will boil over into something interesting.

'Get behind me, Madoka! I got the fire extinguisher!' 

Such a hilarious way to break the tension.

[Image id: Screenshot showing Madoka and Sayaka in a dark parking lot, with most of the background shrouded in shadows. Sayaka is holding a fire extinguisher that she's shooting towards the left, and Madoka stands behind her, holding Kyubey.]

Even their sitting order in class positions Madoka behind Sayaka lmao Does Sayaka have a thing for Madoka or just a hero complex? 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Madoka and Sayaka sitting in their classrooom. Sayaka is shown sitting a row in front of Madoka, a column to the left. Madoka is holding Kyubey in her arms. The subtittles read: "If she tries anything on you, I'll punch her lights out!"]

The show acknowledges the homoeroticism between the two in a tongue-in-cheek manner during their commute in episode 2, when their normie friend feels put off by the apparent intimacy of their silent (telepathic) communication:

"You've been staring so intently into each other's eyes… What on earth did you do after I left yesterday?!"

This girl is too homophobic to become a magical girl, smh. 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Sayaka, Madoka and their friend Hitomi drawn in profile at the park. Sayaka and Madoka are positioned on the left side of the screen, with a tree in the background subtly serving as visual barrier between Madoka and Sayaka. Madoka is slouched and halfheartedly reaching to Hitomi. Hitomi is positioned on the right side of the screen, with her hand to her heart and running towards the left. Her dialogue reads: "Don't you see that it's a love that can never beeee?!"]

Madoka points out that their normie friend's remarks sound a lot like what Sayaka tells to her on a regular basis, lending credence to my Wakaba comparison lol This gag could simply be an acknowledgement of the charged homoeroticism present in the series, but it still amuses me so far a lot of it has circled around Sayaka and Madoka. 

Akemi Homura

Her soundless, despaired scream as she catches sight of Madoka with Kyubey was so cinematic ❤️

[Image id: gif showing a zoom out of Homura's face as she screams. She's resting on a tree branch that's represented as a black silhouette, with debris floating around represented in the same way.]

Speaking of homoeroticism, it's time to talk about Homura. I actually felt a little sad that I already know about her motivations because she's so incredibly off-putting, I'd have had a lot of fun speculating about the meaning of her actions, the way she's framed and the meticulous way her micro expressions are portrayed. However, it's not like there isn't still some room to have fun reading into them. She enters the picture via the classic transfer student trope. From her introduction alone, she creates an awkward atmosphere with the way the standoffish silence lingers due her laconicism. 

Despite her aloof demeanor, and in pure transfer-student fashion, Homura still stands out both in academics and physical feats (she even breaks the regional high jump record lol!); as such garners the attention of her peers. Nonetheless, she couldn't be more uninterested in them, as the one she can't keep her eyes off is Madoka. Her taciturn, blank-faced and cutting demeanor can paint her staring as downright aggressive. This is further reinforced by being color coded with the darkest values in the cast so far: black and purple are her signature colors, classic villain palette. 

Her conversation with Madoka as she rehashes the "could you show me where the infirmary is" routine is the big standout of hers in episode one —the tropey nature of this encounter makes it very easy to imagine how their first interactions went down the first time—. The low angle that emphasizes her head tilt and the accentuated shadows on her face and body make her look haughty and intimidating.

She's literally staring down Madoka lol Worth noting this same framing is repeated as she warns Madoka in a few minutes, complete with rotating animation for gravitas, contributing to Homura's bad vibes. 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Homura's face and shoulders slightly turned to the right side of the screen. The right side of her face is heavily shadowed and so are her shoulders. She's looking down on the viewer. Her dialogue reads: "May I ask you to accompany me?"]

While one could think that the reason she approached Madoka was to issue her warning, I'm actually not that certain. It could be due the way her anguished reactions to being around Madoka make her look quite erratic as she tortures herself with these distorted echoes of her memories—but I also have to point out the abrupt way she brings the interaction to a halt, stomping and suddenly turning. The way she behaves through the whole interaction feels quite impulsive, which gave me the impression of Homura purposefully trying to recreate the past (whether out of indulgence or to torture herself, I'm not really sure).

It's really fun the way this obscured close-up to her profile hiding her eyes— making it difficult to parse her emotions— paired to how the next highlighted extreme close-ups have her clenching her teeth led credence to the "Homura is a hostile party" narrative. Personally, the timing is what gets me. She reacts deeply upset to the fact Madoka politely yet impersonally addresses her as "Akemi-san" lol This girl was in the trenches. 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Homura's shadowed profile facing left. She is holding her face up, seemingly imperious and her mouth is tightly shut.]

The way the timing makes it seem like she's really pissed at Madoka’s remark that her name is weird + subsequent fumbling is very funny lol I wouldn't say she's not upset from it, but mostly in the "it's painful to be around you" way. 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing a extreme close up to Homura's clenched mouth, as she lowers her face. There's heavy shading on the left side of her face and lens flare coming from the right side of her face.]

There's a lot of natural verticals in the panels of their classrooms and the windows they transverse that create visual divisions between the two. I found it particularly noteworthy that while there's a natural sense of distance and awkwardness between the them, Homura is the one who accentuates it and fully brings herself to the other side of the threshold when she suddenly skips forward ahead from Madoka. The idea she's intentionally cultivating a distance between the two is very intriguing and appealing…

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Homura and Madoka facing left as they walk through the corridor with blue window panes. There's a particular wide vertical division in between Madoka and Homura, placed more or less in the middle of the screen. Homura is on the left side of the screen, but closer to the blue vertical division. Madoka is falling behind, with more white space between her and the middle.]

Their sitting order reinforces this idea, situating Homura all the way to the front, completely out of reach. 

[Image ID: Screenshot showing Homura sitting in the front row, looking back at Madoka's seat.]

They look fully at odds with each other thanks to the high contrast between the bright windows and the shaded frames. The dark values to their visual barriers fully bring out the tension brought by Homura's sudden halt-and-turn as she issues her warning. Homura is framed as thoroughly oppositional to Madoka, and she herself doesn't bother to correct any misunderstandings. It's pretty interesting she's fine with being vilified if it might grant her any slight chance to get what she wants.

[Image ID: screenshot showing Homura and Madoka drawn in a symmetrical composition, separated visually by the regular window panes. Homura is drawn towards the left edge of the screen, facing right and standing imperiously. Madoka is drawn on the right side of the screen, towards the edge as well, slightly slouched and in a timid pose. Subtittles show Madoka's dialogue: "Yes, really! I couldn't lie about that."]

Homura's dead-eyed ominous warning vs Mami's personable, smiling offer of support, fight!  But this is truly why I can't trust Mami lol Should you really be tacitly encouraging them, Yellow Senpai? A cutting warning really seems more befitting here…

[Image ID: Extreme close up to Homura's blank left eye with the right side of her face being heavily shaded. The subtittles read: "Because if you do, you will end up losing all of those things.]  

Odd ends. 

There's a lot of small gestures that really bring out charm to the interactions and feelings, but if I pointed out absolutely everything, I'd never finish this lol 

There's one thing from the Madoka-wakes-up Bank I do want to point out, though: the odd feeling Madoka’s head turn with the hard shading gives me. Now, I know it's a Shaft™ thing, I've watched another TV series directed by Shinbo that was produced there and I've heard of it. But I still find the timing peculiar— after the opening sequence with her running to the rooftop in episode one and the brief recap with Mami's transformation in the second, just before she wakes up. Of course, this reinforces that sense of being at the verge of waking up from an odd dream, which Madoka fully believes, but it can also get a sense of deja vu. Typically, one would assume that Madoka’s run towards the rooftop is a glimpse to an event that will happen later down the line. But given the nature of this being a time loop and Homura's insistence on preventing Madoka’s death via preventing her contract altogether, which it's implied to happen in that sequence, I don't think there isn't any reason to think that it's not something that didn't already happen. If this ends up being the case, I'm curious how that'd affect further loops.

Tell me your secrets, you pink little one. 

[Screenshot showing a extreme close up to Madoka's eyes facing towards the left. Her face is drawn almost facing front, leaning towards the right. There's heavy shading on her face and a black background.]

Expectations for the rest of the introductory arc:

-Second half of episode 2 will end in a cliffhanger that'll destabilize routine while they fight a new witch. 

-Said cliffhanger will involve Mami (I HOPE IT DOES). I'm suspicious of her and hope she does something terrible, but I think it's equally, if not more, likely that something terrible happens to Her lol

-🤷🏻‍♂️

Hmm that's it. I'm not very good at imagining scenarios lol 

I'm also half-expecting to be wrong about nothing making Madoka miserable, mostly because I've been obsessing over Takamachi Nanoha, another seemingly well-loved, normal kid who turned out to have Important Baggage lol

[ckret2]

How are ford and dipper interacting with Bill. (especially after their ptsd due to how he hurt them)

So "how are they interacting with Bill OVERALL" is a big question—and one i've already touched on in a couple previous asks—so to shrink the question to manageable size, I'm gonna interpret this one more as "talk about any Bill-related trauma Ford and Dipper might have and how seeing him again impacts it."

I actually don't think either of them necessarily developed PTSD (although Ford has worse odds). Not because they didn't go through traumatic experiences thanks to Bill, but rather just because not everyone who goes through a traumatic experience develops PTSD. Some excerpts from the National Institute of Mental Health:

It is important to remember that not everyone who lives through a dangerous event develops PTSD. In fact, most people will not develop the disorder.

Many factors play a part in whether a person will develop PTSD. Risk factors make a person more likely to develop PTSD. Other factors, called resilience factors, can help reduce the risk of the disorder.

Some factors that may promote recovery after trauma include:

Seeking out support from other people, such as friends and family

Finding a support group after a traumatic event

Learning to feel good about one’s own actions in the face of danger

Having a positive coping strategy, or a way of getting through the bad event and learning from it

Being able to act and respond effectively despite feeling fear

The Pines are part of a close knit family that shared in Weirdmageddon, and 3/4 of them were puppeted, hurt, and/or manipulated by Bill and can commiserate. They also have friends in Gravity Falls they can talk to about their Bill experiences. Although Ford and Dipper are ashamed of being fooled by Bill in the past, even during the course of the show they started helping each other process that; and all four of them have reason to be proud of how they faced Weirdmageddon. They all ultimately responded to their fears by taking action. The family's in a good position to get through the aftermath with minimal lingering trauma!

The biggest potential issues are their physical isolation from their support network, and Gravity Falls' Never Mind All That Act hampering people from talking with each other; but if you assume they're still regularly talking with each other on phone or online and that people are still willing to talk in private amongst friends about Weirdmageddon, I think they can get around the majority of those issues. (Plus, realistically, the Never Mind All That Act would hamper recovery from trauma; but since it was clearly intended to be a funny cartoon joke about life going back to normal, I don't want to narratively treat it like a serious thing with serious consequences.)

(I'm also on the fence about headcanoning whether Dipper & Mabel tell their parents; Dipper spends most of summer trying to tell the nearest adult relative all about the weird stuff in Gravity Falls and Mabel immediately writes to mom & dad about the new gruncle that came out of a magic portal, I don't see why they'd stop that when they get home. Odds the parents get the kids therapy is like 90% but odds they'd let the kids go back next summer is 5% so... *makes a weighing scales gesture*)

So I think they'll get through with minimal trauma-trauma. But the scars of the incident can show on them in ways other than full-blown PTSD.

The worst of it Dipper experiences is nightmares. Sometimes about Bill, sometimes about being stuck outside his body while it sleeps below. Admittedly, nothing to sneeze at; few things are more terrifying than waking up, disoriented and in the dark, from a nightmare about a guy who can actually invade nightmares—you can spend the next half hour asking yourself "what if it was real?" But if you've got a sister in the next room to reassure you it wasn't real and a grunkle in a weird time zone you can call at 3 am to hear he's had similar dreams for thirty years and they never meant anything... eventually a half hour of fear becomes five minutes of fear and the dreams become annoying instead of terrifying.

If anything, being in the Shack with Bill helps Dipper deal with the nightmares—it's reassuring to be able to wake up from a Bill nightmare, bellow "GET OUT OF MY DREAMS YOU FREAK," and hear back from the floor below, "I'M NOT IN YOUR DREAMS, I'M WATCHING TURNER CLASSIC MOVIES WITH ABUELITA."

Even his dreams about out-of-body experiences have decreased since coming back to the shack—that's probably a sign of healing, right?

(One of the things Bill plans never to admit to the humans: he still has a sizable amount of dream-related magic, and he's started shoving Dipper's soul back in his body whenever Bill sees him astral projecting because he's sick of getting blamed for Dipper's "nightmare" when he wakes up.)

Between Dipper and Ford, Ford's the most likely to actually get PTSD—specifically because at the outset, he got the least emotional support. After he found out Bill's motives, he was trapped alone in his house for weeks, afraid that the world could end if he fell asleep, until the point that he was hallucinating Bill in other people's eyes—if it was a hallucination.

That extreme sleep deprivation, that paranoia, that terror, and most of all that isolation from any support—THAT sure could trigger PTSD.

But Ford's had thirty years to process that, all while traveling through a multiverse full of people like "oh, THAT Bill Cipher? Oh yeah we totally sympathize, that's the exact kind of thing that guy would do." Getting dumped into the multiverse probably gave him a better shot of healthily processing the experience than he could have had on Earth. (Note that he's not checking people's eyeballs when he gets home from the multiverse.)

On the other hand, I do believe he's got some noteworthy trauma from thirty years in the multiverse, but never mind that! (You could arguably call that "caused" by Bill—but I don't think interacting with Bill conjures up memories of traumatic multiversal travels for Ford. He didn't see Bill during those 30 years. His mind sorts them in different boxes.)

The biggest negative psychological impact Bill left on Ford is trust issues. When he first returned to Gravity Falls, that was more global—TRUST NO ONE. Those trust issues have shrunk a lot—now it's just "don't trust Bill." Bill could tell Ford the sky is blue, and he'd have to go look to make sure Bill isn't trying to keep Ford from finding out that the sky's turned pink.

Upside: this makes it almost impossible for Bill to mess with Ford's head. Ford is all but mess-proof. Everything Bill says carries zero weight with him. Downside: this makes it almost impossible for them to carry on a conversation.

(Bill's the only one who considers this a downside. He's looking for a way to twist Ford into regretting not listening to Bill. Maybe the next time the kids are in trouble, he'll go tell Ford first, and then he can feel all self-righteous when Ford feels all guilty about brushing Bill off and not helping the kids.)

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Your sparring post w/ levi finished me off 😭 would u ever consider doing similar stuff for Miche? I love the idea of sparring with him n havin to deploy some seductive techniques to distract him except u actually really like him n it works

Sparring 2.0 | CanonAU Drabble

☾ Pairings ➼ Miche Zacharius x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fighting, sexual tension, established-ish relationship?, suggestive themes?

☾ A/N ➼ HI! Okay sorry this took so long, I've had the worst bout of reverse imposter syndrome?? Idk if that's even a thing, I just know it was very disorienting to bring up Levi and NOT write about him haha. But I really enjoyed this as a writing exercise, it really brought me out of my comfort zone. The worst thing about how little time we got with Miche is how we don't have a lot to go on with his character. So with that said, this is kind of how I see him and I hope that's okay!!

☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.1k

The mid-afternoon sun bares down on your already sun-kissed face while you watch your boyfriend get his ass kicked by Captain Levi from the fence separating the barracks and training grounds. Miche Zacharius towered over Levi by a good foot and then some, so you couldn't help but laugh out loud when Levi slams Miche into the ground with an arm pinned behind him.

"Are they at it again?" Nanaba leans against the fence next to you, staring into the pit with an amused smile.

"Yeah. Ever since Levi took his place as 'Humanity's Strongest Soldier'," you use air quotes as you speak, shooting Nanaba a matching smile. "Miche has been trying to prove something."

"Prove what? That he’s shit at fighting?" Her comment makes you snort.

“Oh I'm so telling him you said that." You jokingly chide, bumping into her shoulder affectionately.

"Telling who what?” Miche's sudden voice startles you but you're quick to hide your surprise with a teasing smile. He stands in front of you with only the fence separating you two. With his height compared to you, he makes the perfect sun-shield.

"Nothing. Are you two done?" You look around him to see an empty pit, no captain in sight.

"Levi said he needed to make sure his squad cleaned the stables correctly." Miche says as he pulls up the bottom of his shirt to dab at the sweat that drips down his face. You can't keep your gaze from sliding down his toned abs and blonde happy trail as he does so. "Nanaba, did you get those reports on my desk yet?” He drops his shirt much to your dismay.

"On my way to do that now, Sir." She smirks as she gives a half-assed salute then turns and leaves. When she's gone, you look back up to Miche with a cheeky grin.

"How do you get your squad to listen to you right away?” You arch an eyebrow at him.

“They know I’ll kick their ass if they don’t.” His response makes you chuckle.

“Nanaba didn’t seem too terrified of you.” He gives you a lopsided grin before sliding his fingers down your face then under your chin, tilting it up to face him better with your chin now trapped between his thumb and forefinger. He leans down as if to kiss you but stops abruptly, his face hovering right above yours.

"Hmm. Are you?" He traces your bottom lip with his thumb as he eyes your most likely dazed face. His expression is hard to read.

"Should I be?" You swallow hard. He only hums and leans in more.

Miche was never this forward, and by the time you realize his true purpose, it was too late. He grabs you by the waist and wrist then flips you over him into the pit. You've always been known for your agility so you were able to land without issue. The issue was the fact that your 6'4" boyfriend came barreling down at you the second you did.

"Miche, what the-" You barely duck out of the way in time. A rush of wind hits your face from a missed punch. It wasn't as fast as you'd expect from him, which you were grateful for. You jump back to give yourself some space but he fills it just as quickly, putting himself in an offensive stance. You only have time to cross your arms in front of your chest before his knee makes contact. A dull pain makes its way up your arms.

Throwing your whole weight back, you backflip out of the way and feel your feet kick something. Good. If you could just get a little more distance… but it seems like Miche knows your fighting style inside and out because he doesn’t give you a chance to think. He throws up another punch in which you counter it with your forearm, using this moment to pull your knee up into his groin.

As always, he expects it and moves a leg back to avoid your strike. With one swift motion, he grabs your thigh and pulls up which knocks you off balance and you hit the ground with a slam. You’re gasping for air when he pulls himself on top of you and pins your wrists above your head with his knees on both sides of your right leg.

“Ready to give up, yet?” He grumbles down at you.

“H-” You attempt to move an arm and notice there’s quite a bit of give. “Hardly. Why are you going so easy on me?” You quip back, a smirk tugging at your lips. His body shakes above you as he laughs.

“That’s not what you said last nig-” You lean forward to close the distance and lock your lips onto his, cutting him off mid-sentence. He’s so taken aback by the sudden movement, but you feel him relax which is exactly what you were hoping for.

As quickly as possible, you pull your arms out of his grips. This causes an imbalance in his stance, which you were happy to take advantage of. You wrap your legs around him and twist to the side at the same time that you use your hands to push him. He falls without resistance. When you both land, he’s now flat on his back with you straddling his chest with your full weight. You pin his arms to the side and smile down at him innocently.

“Are you sure you’re humanity’s second strongest? We might have to move you down the list.” You chuckle down at him.

“To my defense, I just sparred with Levi.” He grumbles back.

“And yet you still picked a fight… and lost.”

“Okay, okay. Yes, you win. This time.” You lean down to kiss him again, this time with no ulterior motive. After a moment, you break away and sigh. Looking down, you see dirt and dust caking your once pristine civilian clothes.

“Now I need to go clean up. I was headed into town before you decided to beat me up.” With that, you gently pull yourself off Miche and offer a hand for him to help himself up with. He just wipes at the dust on his uniform with his hands, grunting back in response. Turning to leave, you yell over your shoulder as you walk away, “You could help with that, if you want.” A quick pair of footsteps falling in behind you makes you laugh as you lead the way back to the barracks.

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Firefly Chapter Sixty-Two

Yn

Ellie and I eventually made it all the way across this shitty ass town. We had to take out eight guys to get here, which wasn't too hard with this whout-out going on. We found a window to crawl through that went into some restaurant. There were lights on in here and it was warm. Ellie and I had no jackets on so being in the warmth felt amazing, but that was short lived. When we got to the front door Dave walked through it.

I pushed Ellie behind me as we walked backwards. “You know you leave a trail,” David said. “Go fuck yourself!” Ellie yelled behind me. After that shit was a blur. Ellie and I were separated, there was a fire burning near the front doors, which David locked. Speaking if that asshole, he was hunting us down inside this restaurant. I saw Ellie run back out into the dining area from where I was in the kitchen. David was closing in on me so I had to move. Minutes later I heard him scream out in pain and swear. Then I heard Ellie yelling.

I ran rowards the dining room from the back office to find David onto of Ellie, she was trying to reach the machete he had dropped. “You motherfucker! Get off her!” I screamed, running and wrapping my arms around hisnl neck to pull him away from her. He had his hand on his belt, trying to undo it. “You sick fuck!” I wrestled with him, straddling his waist And started to punch him until he got the upper hand. He flipped us over, trapping me beneath him, bringing his fist down across my jaw. Then he slammed my head against the floor. “I'll come back to you once I'm finished with Ellie over there.”

I was so disoriented and dizzy that I couldn't move. I tried to get up but would just fall back down. I could hear Ellie crying and that broke my heart. It pissed me off too. I flipped onto my stomach and tried crawling to her but my vision started to blur, the edges going black. The last thing I saw was Ellie lifting something in the hair and then I heard David screaming in pain. After that everything went black.

Joel

Joel made his way across the town killing anyone that got in his way. An orange glow caught his eye and he ran towards it. Running into the building. The last building he was in had dead bodies hanging on hooks. This time he found yn unconscious on the floor and Ellie repeatedly hitting someone with a machete. The place was on fire and burning quickly. He ran over and checked on yn, letting out a breath when he knew she was still alive. Then he went to Ellie.

She hit him, yelling to let her go, but he managed To calm her down. “It's me! It's me! You're alright, I got you, baby girl.” He pulled her into him and she sobbed into his shoulder. He helped her up onto her feet, walked over and picked yn up, and got them out of there before anymore people could come.

YN

When I woke up I was looking up at the ceiling of a car. I groaned, putting my hand on my forehead. Wincing at the pain in my head. “You're awake!” I turn my head to see Ellie looking back at me from the front see. I make eye contact with Joel when I look up to the review mirror. “You're alive,” I whispered. He let out a low chuckle. “Can't get rid of me that easily, darling.”

“Where are we we? Where are we going?” I asked. Joel looks back at the road and I try to sit up but that just makes my head hurt more. “We're heading to Salt Lake City. We've been driving for about two hours now. But it's getting late so I want to try and find somewhere we can rest up for a few days.”

That's what we did; we found a a quiet small town an hour later. Joel and Ellie searched the stores for any usable supplies. When they were finished we drove to a neighborhood just outside of town. The place almost looked like Bill and Frank's neighborhood; untouched. It didn't have the fence around it and everything with extremely overgrown, you could see the tall grass peeking out of the snow. The windows of the houses were boarded up. Joel went to the furthest house and parked in the driveway. “Stay here. I'm going to check it out, if itunsafe I'm going to try and open the garage to pull the car in.”

I didn't think he would find anything in the house. This place looked like it was evacuated early. There were X's on the doors, no bodies lay around that I could see. Every house was boarded up. Even in town things looked like everyone simply just dropped wherever they were doing and left. The garage door opened ten minutes later and Joel walked out. “Everything's clear. Place doesn't even looked touched,” he said, getting back in the car. He drove the car into the garage and shut it off.

After he got out and shut thebgarage door again, Joel came around to the back and helped me out. “How are you feelin’, darling?” He asked. I shrugged, “Like I've been ran the fuck over. How about you? How does your side feel?” I ask, gently touching where he had been stabbed with the broken baseball bat. “It's tight and hurts but not like it had been. Whatever you gave me is helping.” Ellie got out of the car and grabbed our bags.

It was pretty clean inside, besides all the dust and a few stains on the ceilings. The air was a little musty but nothing we couldn't handle. Joel sat me on the couch and looked at the fireplace. “I saw a small wood pile covered up out back. Im gonna go get some and start a small fire.” He stood up and headed towards the kitchen. Ellie had gone looking around the house and came back with a couple blankets. “I found these upstairs.” She handed me one and sat down beside me.

Joel came back inside with a stack of wood in his arms and dropped it on the floor beside the fireplace. “Ellie looked, get me those matches in my bag, and find some newspaper or something.” Ellie stood up and grabbed the matches and a couple of magazines off the coffee table. She handed them to Joel, and he got a small fire going. At least we would be warm and kind of safe tonight.

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Horny little thoughts

I've been writing down so many horny little thoughts lately:

Starting the day with some sleepy pillow humping 💜

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"I'm sorry I become such a bad fuck the moment you allow me to have a vibrator"

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I woke up at 4am and couldn't stop thinking about people making me drool. Ring gags, rope pulling at the corners of my mouth, fingers hooked in my cheek and pressing down on my tongue... making me into a drippy little mess...

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More 4am thoughts: being woken up with a toy shoved in my mouth. Asleep one moment, choking the next. Disoriented, confused, biting down and being slapped for it, told good pets don't bite. My mouth floods with saliva, I can't breathe -- and the toy is yanked out. You pat my face -- I flinch at the memory of the slap -- and you tell me to go back to sleep, it's early.

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Drag me out of the house by my hair, kick my legs apart and bend me over, tie me to the fence, and invite the neighbours to have a taste. Write 'slut' across my ass in lipstick and tell everyone that I was too needy, too drippy, too desperate for attention. Tell them that I'm disgusting, but at least my cunt's hot and my ass is tight.

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Make me show you how much I want your cock. Make me get on my knees and bounce on nothing, or rock back and forth on all fours into empty air, or lie on my back with my legs spread wide and my pussy clenching like it's squeezing around something. Tell me to moan like I mean it. Pull out your phone and take a video for your girlfriend, so she can laugh at me, too.

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It's Okay Not To Be Okay

As the days flew by your weapon of choice came in it was a two chain linked katana that extended out like a whip made of small curved blades  when  you swung it around. It was elegant,  sleek, graceful and perfect for slashing anything to pieces, your  kasugai crow which you promptly named Yuki landed on your shoulder and cawed a greeting nodding her head which you returned. "Lady Y/N L/N please quickly head north west of here a concerning amount of women have been disappearing Kamado Tanjiro Is already on his way there but your presence is requested as well to make sure things go smoothly"  Yuki murmured as you stroked her feathers. A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you thought about having to be shacked up that chatter box for a couple of nights. "Alright", you sighed defeatedly glancing and set off for the northern area enjoying the silence before the storm, it wasn't long before you crossed paths with  your fellow slayer Tanjiro, instantly upon seeing you he ran over like an excited dog and began talking your ear off which you gave short one worded replies to. He didn't seem to get that you didn't want to talk and just kept rambling on, "it's so nice to see you again, whats your weapon look like what color did it change to when you touched it?" 

He beamed as you turned and glared at him over your shoulder, "do you ever stop talking?" You  snapped annoyed causing him to recoil and laugh awkwardly, "haha I' have been talking alot huh" he said softly and you sighed rubbing your face and regretting your next actions thoroughly. "It's two chain linked katana that becomes a whip made of smaller blades when swung" you explained  with a faint smile and after a brief pause, "and it turned light purple" you finished as tanjiro beamed up at you "wow that's so cool !". He beamed and you fought off the urge to smile at his  innocent enthusiasm, friendship is a weakness your mind echoed  in your inner self reminding you of all the people you loved dearly that were gone forever. Don't let him in keep him OUT you told yourself sternly before speeding up a little bit and bumping into a disoriented boy, he had pale skin that seemed a bit  greyed, his hair short, black as coal as a chilling dark shade of purple with staring at nothing a he looked up past you. "You should watch where you're going" you hissed helping him back to his feet (even though you bumped into him) and brushing him off he gave you a blank stare mumbling a quick "uh", "Mister Kazumi" Tanjiro called and the man turned slowly to him "I want to hear what happened last night from you" the man- Kazumi just stared blankly mumbling "alright then follow me".

He then lead you to the edge of the village between two fences "this is where she vanished" he said a a monotone dejected voice "but I'm sure you don't believe me" he finished you stood next to Tanjiro examining the clearing for something suspicious or out of the ordinary "we do believe you, and we're here to help" Tanjiro spoke earning a eyeroll from you "don't speak on my behalf" you  muttered under your breath "oh" he blinked  "you don't actually believe he had a hand to play in the disappearance do you?" Tanjiro murmured with a tilted head and furrowed brows and you pursed your lips doing a quick sweep of Kazumi, "no" you finally replied after a  moment of contemplation "but you'd be surprised what some people can get up to in the shadows when they think no one is looking".

Tanjiro looked at you confused and it was clear your breath was wasted on him, "look just don't  go trusting anyone all willy nilly that's how you get  yourself in trouble", Tanjiro smiled at you "right" he said before dropping to the floor and sniffing the ground......what the fuck is he doing god he's a fucking weirdo why did I have to get paired up with this  idiot....out of the corner of your eye you caught Kazumi being weird as well caressing his cheek which seemed swollen and crying....gods please don't cry I'm terrible with  emotions....... "got something" Tanjiro suddenly shouted from the ground and took off running without giving any kind of explanation. With an annoyed sigh you and Kazumi gave chase and followed him to the homes where he sat crouched sniffing a wall.  People started to stop stare and whisper about Tanjiro's weird antics and you hid your face behind your palm as you rested you hand at the side of your face "Kamado stop being weird" you hissed through clench teeth but he ignored you and just kept sniffing the ground while you and Kazumi watched on in confusion, soon enough day bleed into night as you still found yourself patrolling the streets of the village "I want you to believe me, me she really did vanish" Kazumi spoke up softly you squinted at him still not entirely believing him but not ruling out demons just yet Tanjiro turned with a confidence and said I know".

He face was serious his smile long gone replaced by a neutral stare "that's why I came here to stop this...we will find the demon who did this" he finished and continued walking  with you and Kazumi in pursuit as the moon rose higher into the night a certain unease settled in the pit of your stomach and your hand rested on the edge  of your blade, Tanjiro must've felt it too because he mimcked your stance...smart boy you completely tuned out Kazumi and Tanjiro as they conversed feeling that uneasy feeling grow...a demon was in the area...you're just not sure where yet and then suddenly Tanjiro grabbed your hand running off again without explaining anything "where are we going now?"

You hissed and he didn't bother answering as you sped through the streets "we have to hurry the scents stronger the demon's active " was the only thing he said  before jumping on a roof, you quickly followed suit wondering how the fuck he knew that but you could question him later right now you had a mission and lives were at stake running along the rooftops the too of you dropped into the same fenced in area as earlier and slide to a stop. You unsheathed you're nichirn blades and dropped into a fighting stance "why are we in a empty area kamado" you asked but he ignored you angling his sword into the ground and striking causing black water to spew forth and spread along the floor which you swiftly backed away from, floating in the water was a hoari and you swiftly grabbed it hauling the girl from the water and jumping back right as a pale grayish purple demon claw extended forth snatching at the rims of her kimono and tearing the fabric. 

"What did you do with the girls you kidnapped" Tanjiro shouted and your lips formed a tight line as you thought it was quite obvious what happened to them, instinctively your hands tightly coiled around the unconscious girl tighter.... never again would you allow a demon to ruin an innocent life...if you could help it...starting with this girl the demon began grinding your teeth and you winced as that sound was very annoying "there are some things I want to know" Tanjiro continued to speak but the demon just glared in annoyance and dropped back into the floor. Shit I can't defend myself if he attacks me your mind echoed as you braced for an attack but right on time Kazumi appeared.

You quickly handed the unconscious girl to him, "hold her and stay behind us" you instructed picking up your weapons again as he just stared "as long as you do that we can protect you" Tanjiro stated walking forward you tensed watching the walls and ground closely suddenly Tanjiro turned in your direction but three inky black puddles formed on the ground as six pairs of arms reached for him Tanjiro was quick to leap out of the ring of demons and swiftly shot forth slashing on of your blades. The blade unfurled itself with a metal snapping sound and swiftly decapitated two of the demons but the third one mange to slink back into the inky pool like a bug and you cursed under your breath. "Wow you're so amazing !" Tanjiro exclaimed with wide eyes as you kicked him in the chest sending him stumbling back and out of the way of the demons slashing claws "STAY FOCUS" you snapped and he flushed "r-right" suddenly the demon growled "BASTARD" reemerging from the inky black water. 

You we're quick to switch position and crack your whip like sword sending it's sharp  point towards the demons throat at break neck speeds but it dipped back into the water "she'll go stale stay out of the way you little punks" the hissed reemerging from a wall to slash at you, but Tanjiro swiftly cut off it's arm, "the girl's sixteen already she's loosing flavor by the second" it screeched in a crazed rant "if I don't eat her soon there won't be any flavor at all" the blood in your veins began to  boil, how dare it? How dare it say such cruel things! the echo of bubbling water sounded behind Tanjiro and swiftly whipped your other sword behind you catching the rising demon by surprise and decapitating it before a word could fall from it's lips, Tanjiro gazed at you in silent  admiration for a moment as you stepped forward "enough games let's kill this thing now". Tanjiro nodded and the demon slunk back into the murky water silence engulfed the clearing as you tried to predict where the demon would come from there was a chance it would go for Kazumi and the unconscious girl...but you we're guarding it so it probably wouldn't risk it, then it could always go for you but you've decapitated it three times already...it was most likely cloning itself and seeing as you've already torn through three of the clones sending more clones to attack you or it'd true form..so that only left Tanjiro.

Leaping forward you cracked you sword and right as the demon reemerged from the ground with it's sharp like talons pointed at Tanjiro's eye but your whip like blade cut cleanly through it's arm making it hiss and screech at you "you little bitch" it spat venomously grabbing your ankle shit I underestimated it your mind  raced in panicked alarm as it began swiftly dragging you into the water but Tanjiro quickly tackled you knocking you out of the demons grasp as it hissed again grinding it's teeth. "You okay?" Tanjiro asked as you both sat breathing heavily you opened your mouth to scold him for taking his eyes off the enemy but quickly wrapped your arms around him rolling him and yourself out of the way of the demons slashing claws from the ground, quickly springing to your feet and slashing at yet another of the clones severing both it's arms and head.

"You stupid stupid little bitch GET OUT OF MY WAY DIE DIE DIE DIE" the demon shouted as all the clones slashed and clawed at you from multiple inky black pools all around but you and Tanjiro fought back to back paring each strike and returning one of your own, "we can't keep fighting like this" Tanjiro spoke over the growling of the demon "I agree but we don't have much of an opening" you countered stabbing one of the clones hands and cutting off it's finger, "I have an idea cover for me" he said with an air of confidence so you gripped both hilts of your swords and began slashing mercilessly through the hands of his clones as Tanjiro dove for one of the inky black pools. Your eyes widened in alarm as you looked at him baffled earning a nasty slash to the cheek due to your momentary distraction quickly cutting through one of the demon clones you rushed over catching Tanjiro by his foot before he fully disappeared into the water and pulled him out, "what are you doing?"

He asked squirming in your grasp "what am I doing what are you doing why are you going in there" you seethed a vein pulsing on the side of your head "we have to kill the main demon and I think in here so I was going to go after it"  you blocked an attack from the demon and glared down at Tanjiro, "we're you dropped on the head as a child that's literally the dumbest shit I've ever heard your going to try and beat the demon in it's own turf while submerged in murky water that it's accustom too....how do you plan to kill it?"

You seethed and Tanjiro looked at you confused with an arched brow "with a breathing style" he said in a tone as if it was the most  obvious thing in the world "AND HOW THE FUCK DO YOU PLAN ON USING A BREATHING STYLE UNDER WATER YOU FUCKING IDIOT"  Tanjiro opened his mouth to protest but then his cheeks tinted pink and a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead "oh yeah you're right...I'm sorry" he mumbled and you kicked him (a little harder than needed) out of the way of the demon slashing claw "don't be sorry use your fucking head you have a brains for reasons". You groaned as the demons claws slashed your thigh. A pained hiss escaped you as you gripped your thigh tearing a piece of fabric from your undershirt and wrapping it tightly around your thigh  "MOVE OUT OF THE WAY" Kazumi shouted shoving you aside as you stood back up tacking a slash to the arm for you, you quickly recovered springing at the demon and decapitating it's head before turning around eyes lightly widening as you stared down five razor claws coming for your eye. Shit it's too fast, I won't be able to react your  thoughts rang through your ears your hands tensed around the hilts of your swords and tensed awaiting the lethal blow, but out of your peripheral vision  you saw a burgundy blur before Tanjiro slashed through the demons arms and it stumbled to the ground backing up to the wall while grinding it's teeth and hissing at the two of you.

Blood splattered your face but you wiped it with your sleeve collapsing onto the ground as the pain from your thigh became a bit too much,  you took a deep breath wincing softly and applying pressure to try and stop the bleeding making sure to pact the wound while watching the exchange between Tanjiro and the demon "are you alright that cut looks nasty and you're bleeding from the cheek" Kazumi murmured drawing closer to you "trust me I've been through worse" you shudder at the memory of being almost swallowed before looking up at Kazumi "sorry we couldn't save your friend" you murmured softly and his smiled fell for a second "it's fine" he murmured helping you up and you smiled at him in gratitude Tanjiro walked over and offered Kazumi  a scrap of the girls clothing and murmured a few things you didn't care to pay attention to.

Instead you carried on (although with a limp) wondering what your next mission would be, "h-hey wait up" Tanjiro called but you would do no such thing and kept walking forward he eventually caught up to touchign your shoulder gently "hey are you ok-" he started but you cut him off by pointing your nichirn blade at him "don't touch me" you hissed and he raised his hands in surrender "b-but you're hurt pretty badly you should let me help you we're on the same side you know" he said with an awkward laugh, "I don't need your help I'm fine on my own" you hissed pushing him forward and limping forward.

Tanjiro followed behind you quietly before speaking up "you know if you keep forcing yourself you're only gonna hurt yourself more...let me help" he pleaded and you turned to glare at him "what part of I. DON'T. NEED. YOUR. HELP do you not understand?" You hissed but Tanjiro was undeterred "pleas just a little bit here let me" he said scooping you up bridal style and carrying you "so help me if you don't put me down" you hissed squirming in his grasp but his grip was strong "you're in no condition to argue with me, you're injured It would be  a bad idea to aggravate any injuries you may have sustained so I'll take you to a doctors to get you all patched up".

 You hissed at him pushing against his face and chest but he was unbudging "stop talking to me like I'm a damn child I don't need nor do I want your help fuck off" he looked down at you with furrowed brows "I just don't get what's your aversion to help, you know receiving help doesn't make you any less  valuable right? I understand you're a fully capable slayer, actually a lot more than capable than a lot of us but sometimes even the best of us need help and this is one of those times", he said in an air of finality that left little room for argument you simply huffed in annoyance at his  persistence letting out a sigh as you quietly  concede but not without rolling your eyes at the smirk that spread across his lips "wipe that smug smirk off your face I wouldn't be in this position if it wasn't for you're incompetence". Tanjiro laughed awkwardly "yeah sorry about that" he murmured softly and you rolled your eyes "I told you, don't be sorry be better"  you muttered and Tanjiro sighed "okay" he hummed and the two of you walked in a semi peaceful silence

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I'm a bit late, but I was sick over the weekend and I couldn't post this.

Last Sunday, the 15th of October 2023 was White Cane Safety Day. For those of you who don't know what a white cane is, it's a mobility device being used by those who are visually impaired to navigate their way around the world.

Nowadays, you can customize the look of the cane and change the colours according to your liking, but I like to stick with the classic. My everyday cane has a black handle with white body and the red part at the bottom. But I have two custom canes with bright blue handle and neon green handle, just for fun.

I want to use this oppportunity to raise awareness about those who are blind/visually impaired. Not every one of us would be using a white cane, or a guide dog, but sometimes, it's not obvious that we're unable to see as well as others.

We have our own reasons for not using a cane or a guide dog. Some of those reasons are personal, others are situational. They might not live in a place where white canes are widely available/easily attainable and not everyone could afford a guide dog.

For those of you who might need one and/or are on the fence of getting one or the other, I highly encourage you to do so, or at the very least, to give it a try. Please try the cane, though, not the dog. A guide dog is a commitment and you shouldn't get one unless you can commit to him/her because guide dogs needs to be cared for.

My cane has greatly improved my quality of life and I've become much more independent with it. It helps me to stay safe when I'm out and about. It also helps in those awkward situations where I'd walk straight into a full-glass window/door, thinking that there's nothing there.

And if you see someone walking with a white cane and you wanted to help, please ask first! Please don't grab their arm and drag them around. First, it's disorienting, second, it's just rude.

And never, ever take our cane from us. I don't know how/why this is even a thing that I need to mention. This should be one of those 'unspoken rules' that you do not take someone's walking aid from them. The cane is a mobility aid/device. It's not a toy, nor it is an accessories. 'Blindness' comes in many shapes, degrees, and forms and while it might be fine for me to be without my cane for a while, it might not be the case for another cane user.

I guess, that's my main points for this post. None of them is a new point, but it seems that some people still need the reminder every now and then.

[drdtdreams]

I posted this before, but I had a dream that my sister and I were improvising a fanfic, and while doing so Arturo and Genocider Syo from the canon Danganronpa series ended up dating. Toko's on the fence about him, but I think the story was setting them up to eventually date as well.

Like, at one point Syo fronted unexpectedly and was disoriented and she had a hand injury, so Arturo was begrudgingly healing her wounds, but like in that Tsundere way where he was hiding his feelings badly and it was adorable.

Thinking about it realistically, their interactions would probably go like: Toko: I'm so ugly Arturo: Yeah, you are Toko: You're not supposed to agree with me >:( Arturo: Oh, don't worry. I would have said that anyway. And then Syo would either find him fascinating/fun to be around for his fucked-up-ness or she'll want to murder him for hurting Toko too much for the body to take. But like, let me have this crackship it sounds adorable on a surface level.

In conclusion: SyoTuro >>>> VerTuro

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[bookishfeylin]

49!!!!!!!!

49. “Well this is awkward…”

"You don't know how to ride horses bareback?"

There was no malice in the High Lord's question, but Feyre flinched nonetheless.

Looking behind her as she left the stables after their afternoon ride, she wasn't surprised to see Tamlin frowning. "I never learned."

"Why?" He asked, standing up and crossing his arms. The afternoon sun caught his golden mask as he stepped out of the stables, the glow giving him an almost-angelic effect that made it easy to forget what he was. Almost.

Feyre thought over his question, then replied, "When we were wealthy, my governess always told me it was much more dangerous than riding with a saddle. And when we became poor... I was too busy trying to keep us alive to learn."

Tamlin hummed at her answer, his frown deepening as they walked back towards the manor, and his silence awakened another kernel of fear and humiliation deep within her. He was probably thinking that she was just a stupid, ignorant human-- "Perhaps I should teach you, then. If you'd like."

Feyre's face heated, but as much as a part of her wanted to say no, Feyre couldn't find it within her to turn down learning a potentially valuable skill. "I'd appreciate it," she said at long last, when the silence between them became too drawn out for her.

"Then meet me here"--Tamlin gestured around the entrance to the manor--"at dawn tomorrow."

~~~

Against all reason, Feyre found herself at the manor's grand doors before dawn, and she was pleasantly surprised to see Tamlin already standing outside.

At her shock, Tamlin tilted his head, half-smiling, and if he weren't wearing a mask Feyre guessed he would've had an eyebrow raised. "I'm an early riser. Always have been," he said, by way of explanation. "Come on."

But instead of leading her to the stables, Tamlin lead her through the sprawling gardens and out into the woods beyond. As they passed the outermost boundary of the manor's grounds, Feyre frowned, wondering why they seemingly weren't going to get their horses.

What was he going to teach her to ride, a fence?

The pair walked further a little ways until the woods gave way to a meadow, and there Tamlin stopped.

Feyre crossed her arms. "I thought you were going to teach me to ride bareback."

"I am."

"There's no horses for me to learn on. So how exactly--" Feyre was cut off by a bright flash of light consuming Tamlin, before the light disappeared in the blink of an eye. And left a white horse in place of the High Lord.

Feyre's heart pounded. "No."

Tamlin tilted his head, golden mane swaying slighly in the breeze, before asking, "Why not?" His voice coming from a body that was neither his High fae form nor his beast form was... disorienting, to say the least. "I'm probably safest for you to learn on. Unlike an actual horse I won't throw you, or kick you, or trample you."

Feyre's mouth opened, then closed again. Loathe thought she was to admit it, he had a point.

Triumphant, Tamlin trotted before her and kneeled, giving her the opportunity to climb on his back. After wringing her hands a final time, Feyre finally stepped forward and lowered herself onto his back, grabbing his mane as he stood up again.

Just that morning, she'd been somewhat excited to see how he was going to teach her to ride bareback, but now... now she was riding on his back. Riding on the back of a High Lord of Prythian. Feyre's face burned. “Well this is awkward…” she eventually managed to stutter out, and below her Tamlin snorted. This lesson had only just begun, and there was no doubt in Feyre's mind that this was going to get much, much worse.

Resigned to her fate, Feyre gulped, and just hoped Lucien would never hear about this.

[rayons1only1started]

Gone-Forever

----------Blue POV--------------------

No one has seen Red since he has fallen asleep in his rooms. Is he hiding from us? He would feed Orange, but Orange says he's seen Red only once, and that was weeks ago. 

It's not like we see Red daily, but every few days one of us sees him walk by. But none of us have seen him, or heard him. This is weird.

A few days ago Yellow asked Purple to look for Red, but he has not found him. No surprise, Purple doesn't like Red, and was probably not trying very hard. 

Oh, and Cyan found these cards in a trespasser's backpack. We've played so many games and versions of uno that now those cards lie shredded around the racetrack. And Oranges' gotten SO annoying, without Red to annoy.

Orange said that Red had turned on the electric fences, but trespassers were still getting in somehow. But now we rarely got to kill them because most of them were already dead, covered in ash. Things keep getting weirder and weirder.

Yesterday, we found a whole group of people dead, covered with ash. Has Red been preventing all this? 

------------Time Skip-----------------------------

I was chasing a trespasser through my castle, when they stopped abruptly, gasping. I paid their body language no heed, and killed them. Then I stopped and gasped too.

Next to the Throne was a disoriented human in a lab coat, with red skin, their head in their knees. Red! 

"Red?"

He slowly raised his head, and even though I couldn't make out his expression, I could tell there was something off about him. Then he spoke.

"...are you... blue..." he said in a tortured, quiet, disoriented voice, cracked from not using it for weeks.

What's wrong with you Red? Why are you here, and why are you like this? 

"I'll come back with the others, they'll know what to do." I told him.

I turned to leave, when something tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around. Standing there was a pale white humanoid being, with purple hair. Red is gone. You won't see him again. All that's left is a shell, and his mind is beyond repair. Don't bother. it said, in a soft, feathery, voice.

"But, that's Red. He literally created us. You too, probably. What did he do to deserve this?"

He did nothing. This is revenge. And he wasn't the one to create me. Besides, if you were in his place, he would leave you there. Why bother?

"Because I'm not Red. The rest of the Rainbow Friends might have left him, but I'm not them. And you don't know if he would have helped us or not. He has before." I snapped back.

That was his fault in the first place. Oh, and if you try and do something, you might end up like him. Have a good day! it said, and vanished.

Well, that was... interesting. Is the reason Red is like he is now its fault? Were the things it said true? Nevermind, there's no time for that. If Red wasn't insane, he would be soon.

Quickly gathered Yellow and Cyan, because they were the closest ones.

Yellow: "What's this for Blue? There are still trespassers around."

Cyan: "Did someone get hurt?"

"I found Red. But... here, I'll show you." I said hurriedly.

I led them to the throne room, where Red was still sitting.

"Red... I'm back" I quietly spoke.

He looked up and Yellow and Cyan gasped. His face must have looked bad. Just wait till they hear him. 

"...blue... is he here... are you ... afraid... Ash... don't... leave me... voices..." he stuttered in the same voice as before.

"Damn" said the voice of Yellow behind me. "We need to do something fast.".

"There's someone else whose part of this. But I'll tell you later, go tell the others to come to the infirmity. Red's probably insane." I stated, like this was an everyday comment one would make.

Yellow and Cyan nodded, and ran off. 

I picked Red up carefully, and he didn't protest. Or react at all. He really has changed. I walked off to the infirmity. When I got there the rest of the Rainbow Friends were waiting there.

Orange flinched when he saw Red. But remained silent.

They were all looking at me for an explanation. I couldn't give them a great one, because I didn't know that much. But it was more than they knew.

I put Red down on the bed. Then sat up, sighed, and began.

"I was chasing a trespasser in my castle, when they ran into the throne room, and gasped. I didn't think much about that then, and killed them. Then I saw Red sitting with his head in his knees. I said his name, and he looked up and asked in a quiet, not Red voice, if I was Blue. I said I would come back with you guys, and turned to leave. But that is where things get weird." ("Weirder than before, you mean, said Orange, and the others glared at him)

"I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw a pale white humanoid being with purple hair. They told me that Red was a shell now. That Red is how he is now because it wanted revenge, and that Red didn't create it. Then it told me if I tried to help Red I would end up like him." I finished.

"Wow." Green said. Wow was 'a bit' underrated.

"So... Red's not getting better" said Cyan, looking down at Red who was absently laying there, staring at the ceiling. 

"I don't think so." I sighed. Everything was changing. We used to be afraid of Red. Now we were afraid for him. 

Orange sniffed, and went and curled up by Red. We were staring, but he glared at us, and so we stopped.

"Well, some more trespassers showed up. Best go get rid of them." Green says.

I left, but not before looking back at Red. He had not moved since I put him down.

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1019 words! Btw just so everyone knows, Ash is my oc, and I hate it. Same with Neko Seek, I just love to draw them. I was smiling so hard when I was writing the chapter. I'm ok.

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

(ouma anon) oh man poor kokichi, in this setting he HAS to kill, he's talked about before that he can't hold a knife and im going to believe that that's the truth considering the time he holds one, he manages to cut himself, idk if he'd be weary of or didn't know how to handle one but in this setting. he has to hold a weapon and the implications that now, if he wants to survive, HE has to do it, if he goes along with the plan of splitting up, oughgh

probably doesn't help his just overall situation, honestly though, id like to think that over time a bit, miu ends up being indifferent than cold to gonta considering the fact that she got really played, though that can be because there's no time too mmuch to dwell on grudges, not when she needs his strength to carry materials while she works on things

oh god, what if they tried fortifying some of the fences.

i dont know what kind of zombie virus you're going for but i like to think the night provides some sort of safety as it ends up really col and the zombies, while still capable to move, are sluggish and less likely to react to stimuli

Oh Man I haven't even considered what specific types of zombies would work for this scenario, but I really like the idea that their metabolism slows wayyyy down when its cold. If they're being swarmed to an overwhelming degree they can sneak out at night to have a better chance at survival. Maybe if they ever find a better place to set up a base Miu can even make some sort of temperature-based defense system?

I think for a while they probably couldn't fortify the fences- at first there weren't enough of them to do it reasonably after Kirumi figured out the surveillance systems, and by the time they had strong and energetic people like Tenko and Gonta, it would be pretty dangerous to try and fix them up. Gonta DEFINITELY would've offered though, and would've had to have been talked out of it. The guilt of not being able to stop previous deaths plus his lack of self esteem still has Gonta trying to use his physical strength to help everyone even at the cost of his own safety. This could easily end up being a problem once they have to travel through the apocalypse.

Kokichi's best bet is probably just to be quick and lithe like he normally is. I feel like he'd have to have some kind of weapon on him for safety but for the most part when traveling would stick with someone much stronger than him (Tenko, Gonta, Kirumi, Rantaro, Kaito) or just with the biggest group in general. If they work together I feel like he'd have a good chance at surviving without needing a weapon too much.

And Yeah, I mean Miu's murder must've been pretty disorienting from her perspective. Like she knows she tried to kill Kokichi, and then she was strangled from the back. I'm not sure she would've been able to figure out who did it in the confusion of the moment. So when Gonta wakes up, now she knows, but has no idea about the extended context (the mercy kill plan or the truth of the outside world). Like at first, all she knows is that he worked with Kokichi to kill her. I think after some of Gonta's explanations (to the best of his ability) and the fact that, you're right, there's really no time to dwell on a grudge on the strongest guy in the group, she would become less cold and more indifferent to him.

[rayon-the-great]

Kill Me Now, My Love

Gone- Forever?

----------Blue POV--------------------

No one has seen Red since he has fallen asleep in his rooms. Is he hiding from us? He would feed Orange, but Orange says he's seen Red only once, and that was weeks ago. 

It's not like we see Red daily, but every few days one of us sees him walk by. But none of us have seen him, or heard him. This is weird.

A few days ago Yellow asked Purple to look for Red, but he has not found him. No surprise, Purple doesn't like Red, and was probably not trying very hard. 

Oh, and Cyan found these cards in a trespasser's backpack. We've played so many games and versions of uno that now those cards lie shredded around the racetrack. And Oranges' gotten SO annoying, without Red to annoy.

Orange said that Red had turned on the electric fences, but trespassers were still getting in somehow. But now we rarely got to kill them because most of them were already dead, covered in ash. Things keep getting weirder and weirder.

Yesterday, we found a whole group of people dead, covered with ash. Has Red been preventing all this? 

------------Time Skip-----------------------------

I was chasing a trespasser through my castle, when they stopped abruptly, gasping. I paid their body language no heed, and killed them. Then I stopped and gasped too.

Next to the Throne was a disoriented human in a lab coat, with red skin, their head in their knees. Red! 

"Red?"

He slowly raised his head, and even though I couldn't make out his expression, I could tell there was something off about him. Then he spoke.

"...are you... blue..." he said in a tortured, quiet, disoriented voice, cracked from not using it for weeks.

What's wrong with you Red? Why are you here, and why are you like this? 

"I'll come back with the others, they'll know what to do." I told him.

I turned to leave, when something tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around. Standing there was a pale white humanoid being, with purple hair. Red is gone. You won't see him again. All that's left is a shell, and his mind is beyond repair. Don't bother. it said, in a soft, feathery, voice.

"But, that's Red. He literally created us. You too, probably. What did he do to deserve this?"

He did nothing. This is revenge. And he wasn't the one to create me. Besides, if you were in his place, he would leave you there. Why bother?

"Because I'm not Red. The rest of the Rainbow Friends might have left him, but I'm not them. And you don't know if he would have helped us or not. He has before." I snapped back.

That was his fault in the first place. Oh, and if you try and do something, you might end up like him. Have a good day! it said, and vanished.

Well, that was... interesting. Is the reason Red is like he is now its fault? Were the things it said true? Nevermind, there's no time for that. If Red wasn't insane, he would be soon.

Quickly gathered Yellow and Cyan, because they were the closest ones.

Yellow: "What's this for Blue? There are still trespassers around."

Cyan: "Did someone get hurt?"

"I found Red. But... here, I'll show you." I said hurriedly.

I led them to the throne room, where Red was still sitting.

"Red... I'm back" I quietly spoke.

He looked up and Yellow and Cyan gasped. His face must have looked bad. Just wait till they hear him. 

"...blue... is he here... are you ... afraid... Ash... don't... leave me... voices..." he stuttered in the same voice as before.

"Damn" said the voice of Yellow behind me. "We need to do something fast.".

"There's someone else whose part of this. But I'll tell you later, go tell the others to come to the infirmity. Red's probably insane." I stated, like this was an everyday comment one would make.

Yellow and Cyan nodded, and ran off. 

I picked Red up carefully, and he didn't protest. Or react at all. He really has changed. I walked off to the infirmity. When I got there the rest of the Rainbow Friends were waiting there.

Orange flinched when he saw Red. But remained silent.

They were all looking at me for an explanation. I couldn't give them a great one, because I didn't know that much. But it was more than they knew.

I put Red down on the bed. Then sat up, sighed, and began.

"I was chasing a trespasser in my castle, when they ran into the throne room, and gasped. I didn't think much about that then, and killed them. Then I saw Red sitting with his head in his knees. I said his name, and he looked up and asked in a quiet, not Red voice, if I was Blue. I said I would come back with you guys, and turned to leave. But that is where things get weird." ("Weirder than before, you mean, said Orange, and the others glared at him)

"I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw a pale white humanoid being with purple hair. They told me that Red was a shell now. That Red is how he is now because it wanted revenge, and that Red didn't create it. Then it told me if I tried to help Red I would end up like him." I finished.

"Wow." Green said. Wow was 'a bit' underrated.

"So... Red's not getting better" said Cyan, looking down at Red who was absently laying there, staring at the ceiling. 

"I don't think so." I sighed. Everything was changing. We used to be afraid of Red. Now we were afraid for him. 

Orange sniffed, and went and curled up by Red. We were staring, but he glared at us, and so we stopped.

"Well, some more trespassers showed up. Best go get rid of them." Green says.

I left, but not before looking back at Red. He had not moved since I put him down.

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1019 words! Btw just so everyone knows, Ash is my oc, and I hate it. Same with Neko Seek, I just love to draw them. I was smiling so hard when I was writing the chapter. I'm ok.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

"This street sign says fuck the police." (Point to it.)

THE GARDENER - "Oh?" She cranes her neck. "Well, I didn't write it there. I'm just sitting here."

"What about the other sign. *Pigs go home*? Who are these pigs?"

"It's alright, I didn't mean to startle you."

THE GARDENER - "I don't know anything about that either. As I said, I didn't write it."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] - *Pig* is widely used term for members of the police. It's not loving.

AUTHORITY [Medium: Success] - Even if she didn't write it, she should CLEAN IT.

Screenshot to show that it's started to rain.

"You could clean it up if you get a chance. Be a citizen -- be a winner."

"It's alright, I'm just asking."

THE GARDENER - "Okay," she replies, shoulders relaxing.

3. "Who are you exactly?"

THE GARDENER - "Me? I'm just a gardener."

"Cool. And what are you doing here?"

"Good to meet you, Just-A-Gardener. Another question then."

THE GARDENER - "I'm working."

"Working on what?"

THE GARDENER - "I have a greenhouse in the yard there." She gestures over her shoulder. "I've been trying to get some work done..."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - There's discomfort. She stops mid-sentence.

"But?"

"Go on, it's okay."

THE GARDENER - "As you *probably* know, there's a corpse hanging from a tree there. It smells pretty bad. So I have to take breaks."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Don't worry, miss. We're here to clean it up -- you can get to work soon."

THE GARDENER - "Thank you." She smiles politely. "My head is about to explode from all the salts I've had to inhale."

"We need directions."

THE GARDENER - "Since the street sign's messed up..." She nods. "Okay. What do you need?"

"The corpse -- where is it exactly?"

"Where am I?"

"What is up in the North?"

"What is in the East?"

"What is in the South?"

"What is in the West?"

"Thanks, that's all for now."

THE GARDENER - "What do you mean?"

"I'm a bit disoriented. This is Revachol, right?"

"Just tell me where we are, okay?"

THE GARDENER - "Yes, sir. District of Martinaise..." She looks around, thinking what else to say. "This intersection is called Roundabout North."

KIM KITSURAGI - "He knows where we are. He just wants directions." The lieutenant seems uncomfortable with the level of disorientation you are displaying.

"The corpse -- where is it exactly?"

THE GARDENER - "It's there." She points north. "In the yard, right through the hole in the fence."

3. "What is up in the North?"

THE GARDENER - "There's the pier, the Capeside apartment buildings. Some more tenements... not a lot, really."

4. "What is in the East?"

THE GARDENER - "The harbour gates. Some kind of commotion, I think? I don't follow the local politics." She shrugs. "A Frittte store, too."

5. "What is in the South?"

THE GARDENER - "Some shops and a bridge. The canal bridge leads to the coast, but it's broken, I think? Some kind of accident, probably."

"What is on the other side of the canal?"

THE GARDENER - "Just coast. There's a little fishing village there... and a fish market. But that got closed down ages ago."

6. "What is in the West?"

THE GARDENER - "It's just water..." She looks at the water, squinting. "No, actually, I think they call it the Martinaise Inlet. There are some islands in the bay, but they're hard to reach."

INLAND EMPIRE [Formidable: Success] - In the West is the miracle...

7. "Thanks, that's all for now."

THE GARDENER - "No problem." She nods, brushing a fleck of soil off her cheek.

4. "I have to run." [Leave.]

THE GARDENER - "Of course, I won't hold you back." She wipes her brow with the canary yellow glove.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - Her gloves -- you get the feeling that you need them. You have a dead body to deal with, after all.

"One more thing... can I borrow your gloves?"

No, those gloves aren't really my style. [Leave.]

THE GARDENER - "Sure, keep them. I have another pair." She hands you the rubber gloves with no visible annoyance.

"Thank you." [Leave.]

These Yellow Gardening Gloves give us +1 Interfacing.