#this man had better not get abstracted I swear

[sqwioloum]

Kinger.

I love him

[goodtoembrace]

Reacting to The Vampire Lestat - Part IV (with a bit of spoilers)

Lestat's narration has gotten so much better actually. I mean, I still don't care when he talks about stuff that doesn't have an effect on him, but when he describes things/people that actually do? It's great. It's just so vivid, rich, colorful, sometimes even abstract that simply makes me giggle and kick my feet. When he gets really thoughtful about life, vampirism, existence, religion, morality, feelings, theater, music etc, it feels like borderline insanity, but in a brilliant way? Feels like I'm tasting some crazy drug and tripping, but it's so good? It activates a very specific part of my neurodivergent brain and I love it because I'll also be having those crazy thoughts all by myself with nobody to talk to and Lestat just gets it.

I also love the excess of exclamations on this POV haha.

Sometimes it just feels like a naive child telling things and is kind of endearing.

ARMAND!

Armand in Lestat's words: he was beautiful, ethereal, sublime, exquisite, delicate, soft, perfect, a Caravaggio painting, a Da Vinci painting, an angel, I found myself in him, the possibility of him, I didn't pay attention to [whatever] because I was looking at him etc etc.

Basically calling him the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, really.

Like, I legit MEMORIZED some of them. Lestat was THAT repetitive lmao.

I don't know if it's because the words were so superlative or because Lestat had it that bad or because I have it that bad just thinking about it, but yeah.

I'm not even kidding when I say I need to take pauses because this is kind of unsettling.

I'm so serious, but I feel like reading Lestat's description of Armand has a bigger effect on me than the prettiest person I have ever seen in freaking R E A L L I F E? What the hell, WHAT IS THIS SORCERY?

Lestat, tone it down, I'm begging you.

Been told Armand is really that gorgeous and every character talks about him that way, so apparently he isn't exaggerating... I'm gonna lie down, bye.

It's even worse because I just picture show!Armand because he's even more handsome there so it makes me dizzy.

Also because Lestat won't miss an opportunity to talk about his beauty? He LITERALLY says it EVERY SINGLE TIME he sees Armand. I'm not joking, I swear on my own life. I'm like, OKAY, WE GET IT? ENOUGH!

Armand (Lestat's version) on season 3 will be insufferable and I'm so ready for it. But also not ready yk.

At this point I'm basically just drooling over him and I don't care.

PERFECT casting with Assad. He incorporates Armand like no other. Everyone on the show is talented and I can see them as their characters, but there's one thing or another that I imagine differently sometimes? But not Armand, like, my Armand looks, walks, moves, talks, stares etc the exact same way Assad does it on the show. Every single time. The others are like, 90% or something for me, but Assad is 100% my imagination? It's like he traveled in time, stole my 2024 thoughts, went back to the past, auditioned, got the part and then played it exactly the way I see it today. It's crazy.

Wouldn't be surprised if that's the case, they already have all these possessions going on, what's more to our little satanic show lmao.

Also, great casting with Assad because no man with red-ish hair has looked this good ever. It just doesn't make sense, I'm sorry.

Armand is a beauty God, but also a really good character and I love his lines. Even when I don't agree with him, I just find him fascinating, the role he has on the story, what he represents, the way he moves the plot, whatever the effect he has on Lestat etc...

Armand's moments are never boring. He'll probably piss me off later, but right now I'm having a great time and the book has never been better.

Lesmand's/Armandstat's moments are always heated. The tension is always there. I'm not telling you what kind. Actually, I don't even know it myself. Do THEY even know?

Sam said something about how you're never sure what they are and I think he's right? At least for now. Let's see it after all the books.

They also act like they've known each other forever, have this crazy history that goes through centuries and they already can push each other's buttons... But they actually, like, only know each other for 5 minutes? CHILL?!

They're sort of soul ties/mirrors/foils/two sides of the same coin-coded in an appealing way.

I guess I can say Armand is my favorite character right now. I always read it faster when he's there, I'm always looking forward to seeing him again, I'm fine when I don't see Gabrielle or Nicki, but I'm always like, BRING HIM BACK. I don't know if I should be worried I'll grow into hating him when stuff happens or if I'll just be an Armand apologist lol. I'm scared. But let's wait to see it.

Samssad on season 3 will be delicious. Specially on the 1700s flashbacks. I'm expecting almost, if not EVERY scene of them there to be INTENSE. Great acting potential there.

I really want to see a moment with Armand and Lestat in a church like on the book? Let's take their angelic faces and curls to the next level. Put them in a church, surrounded by religious figures, stained glasses, candles etc. I don't even care what the context will be. They can be talking, silent, killing each other, doing something else, doing all of it, but give me the heavenly visuals. Actually, if they want to film the entire show in a church they can, it would be so aesthetically pleasing. Bonus points if they use Gothic churches because I'm extremely obsessed with them. Bonus points if they use Sainte-Chapelle because I'm kind of even more hyperfixated on that. I mean, it would never happen, but it should *shrugs*.

Btw, the mess Armand made in the house and the way he was reading the books is very neurodivergent of him.

The way he prefers to talk telepathically instead of speaking out loud is very neurodivergent of him as well.

Nicki is soooooooooo doomed by the narrative, omg. Anne didn't even try to hide it.

I'm not really sure how I feel about Nicki except that he needs therapy...

This is probably the silliest comment so far, I'm no longer thinking clearly after Armand's introduction. Sorry, guys. It will happen again.

The next chapter has his name so I'm scared, but also excited.

P.S. Nothing is permanent, opinions might change and this is based on Lestat’s narration, which can be unreliable. I’m reading the books so I can find out more about the characters, what potential events might happen in the show, what I can expect etc. This is my favorite show in the universe, so I want to be as informed as possible. I have no idea if I’ll become a legit fan of the books or not, but so far I’m enjoying it. I’m posting these comments only for fun.

[eijirousbestie]

“This supposed to be art?”

headcannon where Bakugou is friends with an art major

he doesn’t know shit abt art

kinda motivational in a weird way

kaws rug DUPE

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Your knees ache from kneeling on the ground for so long. Black sweatpants now littered with blue and green splotches as you add the finishing touches on your art project. The tarp you laid out on the floor of your dorm sticks to the palm of your hand as you steady yourself on the ground to lean forward and paint this giant replica of your head. Your art teacher thought it would be a great idea to make your class recreate their heads into a 3D model using cardboard and glue guns. It’s supposed to be an abstract piece and thank god for that allowance because what you’ve done so far has made the face look unidentifiable. Bullshitting and calling it an abstract creation on critique day is gonna save your ass. And your grade. Dipping your brush into the turquoise paint you were using for 1/4th of the head, your hand slips a bit as a knock on your door breaks through your concentration.

You grumble a gruff “Come in,” voice slightly gravely from not having talked in a couple hours due to your hyper focus. Facing away, you hear your dorm room door click open, the hinges squeaking a bit. Standing with his hand encircling the door knob is Bakugou, broad build taking up majority of the doorway.

“Called your name like fifteen times and you still didn’t respond. Had to make sure you weren’t up here plotting my demise or some shit.” You give an absent minded hum as a reply, all too focused on applying never ending layers of blue paint on cardboard that continues to suck it up like there’s no tomorrow. Thirsty bitch.

Bakugou watches your uninterested form from where he stands and his face slightly twists in confusion as he tries to discreetly peek over your shoulder at what you’re doing. However all he can see is what appears to be a blue mess. The smell of acrylic paint only now registering in his mind and nose. Deciding to be curious, he takes a step forward towards your bent over form, letting the door close behind him. The plastic tarp you laid out crinkles under his socks, earning a grunt of disapproval from you. “Watch your step. If you track paint on my rug man I swear to god-”

“Nobody’s gonna get shit on your fake ass KAWS rug. Calm the fuck down. Just tryna see what’s got you so holed up in here.” He’s directly behind you now, leaning over your shoulder at a better angle to see what you’re working on.

“Art project. It’s due Tuesday so I’m trying to get as much done so I can chill this weekend,” you say, not once looking away from your creation.

“Well what the hell is it supposed to be?” His brows are furrowed together as he tries to make out whatever the hell it is you’re making.

“My head.”

“Your what.”

“My head. It’s supposed to be my head.”

It’s silent for a moment, until it’s not.

“This the most trifling shit I’ve seen in a minute.” You let out a loud and exasperated sigh, looking at him over your shoulder.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you if you don’t got shit nice to say, keep your mouth shut?” He’s usually always a dick but today was just not the day to test you. The project is frustrating enough as it is.

He shrugs before speaking. “She taught me not to lie.” He chuckles lightly before squatting near the head, almost level to your seat on the ground. “That was a joke if you couldn’t tell.” You cave a little as you both stare at your nearly finished project.

“Well since you love honesty, tell me straight up if this is ass or not.”

“I don’t know shit about this so my opinion wouldn’t really matter much. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“But does it even look like art? Like something you’d see in a museum?”

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “This supposed to be art?”

“Dawg I literally told you it was an art project for my art class.” Your eyes follow his fleeting form as he stands up and heads for the door.

“Well art or not, just keep going til you get it done. Then you won’t have to look at it anymore if you’re not satisfied with it. Problem solved.”

Your eyes retreat back to the blue mess and you nod. “Makes sense I guess.”

“Majority of the things I say usually do. Oh and the next time I have to call you fifteen times I’m blowing your door down and throwing out your fake ass rug.” And with that, he leaves.

You can’t help but shake your head and let out a soft chuckle before resuming your task. Just get it done.

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c27. All in the past.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs, mentions of death, heavy mentions of traumatic deaths, pregnancy, abortion.

song to listen to when reading this: Via con Me, Paolo Conte

abstract: Simon. little violent rage outbreak, I just did what needed to be done, she won't know. you're finally getting to know Alba a bit better, her awful past, she was a messed up kid. who knows, maybe the fact we lost family members will bring us closer, or maybe not. sometimes I look at her and think she is even more cruel than me.

Simon went to see Arash's trial. He was given 3 years and 6 months in a correctional military facility for assault and battery. He finally saw him face to face for the first time. The man wasn't tall, his beard overgrown, curly and dark. He had a stern expression, didn't really have a reaction to his sentence. I bet you really want to kill my Alba now uh? He followed him when he left and stopped the officers that were escorting him, offering his help. He ended up accompanying Arash to the toilets, while the other officers talked to some journalists and prepared the car to take him away. He thought about her. He thought about Arash touching her, threatening her, killing her. His mind was completely blank, his blood cold from a rage he had only felt few times before.

He grabbed the back of his neck as soon as they stepped into the toilets, pushed his face downwards until his nose met one of the ceramic sinks. He slammed his head so hard on it he could have killed him there and then. When the man screamed for help he only got more mad. He was fucking stupid to think someone was going to help him now. He envisioned Alba's face when he pushed him to the wall, hands tightly wrapped around his neck. What did you do to her… Arash was gasping for air and trying to scream, his feet dangling aimlessly in the air. He wanted to be the last face he'd ever see again. She's gonna remember what you did for years, I'm gonna have to take care of her, and help her forget. You'll remember as well, if you don't die right now. He thought about Alba again, about how terrified she must have been. He squeezed Arash's throat even tighter, colour was leaving his cheeks, his eyes were watering. Alba's face was in his mind again, helpless and shaking under that desk, her clothes filled with pieces of glass, her hands trembling, her voice broken when she answered the phone. Such a sweet creature, you ruined her. He let him go when he saw he was about to faint. His nose was bleeding. Arash collapsed to the floor at his feet and asked him who he was, what he wanted from him. He didn't respond, let him breathe for a few seconds, then got him up on his feet. 'I'm gonna keep an eye on you Tehrani.' He whispered while they exited the toilets. He realised he should have killed him and left his body in the toilets while he watched the police car disappear in the distance.

Simon knew Arash found out about Alba through a radio, he knew he had said her name during the mission. He was sure about it because he remembered he had used her codename, keeping her true identity for himself like a secret treasure. It was his fault if she nearly got killed, it was because he called her name. He should have killed him, who knew if Alba was still at risk? He did that to her, he put her in danger. After he spent Christmas with her, guilt settled in. Because she invited him knowing he was the reason she was attacked. She cooked for him and talked to him like he was a human being. She was gentle and kind and caring. He didn't want to see her ever again. He already did too much damage to her, least thing he could do was kill her aggressor and never talk to her again. So she could be safe. He wanted to watch over her, he wanted to make sure she was holding up fine. He thought of her constantly. Her voice was the soundtrack to his day, he thought about her words, her accent, the way she spoke her native language. He thought about her with that kid in her arms at ballet, her with that angel like tutu that barely covered her legs. He thought of her cooking and serving him food, talk with her hands while she spoke. He thought about her arms around his neck, the way she threw herself on him, her breath on the skin under his ear. One night, he dared to touch his arm right where she had touched him, to try to remember what her hand felt like, softer than his and full of hope and trust. His hand brushed the hem of his sweatpants while he rocked his hips foreword in the air, an arm covering his eyes while his breath got laboured. She had said his name so many times he replayed the scenes in his head, Simon, Simon, Simon she made it sound so sweet and sensual. He never wanted to see her again, she was a curse. He hated himself for it, for being so greedy and selfish. He wanted her so much it was painful, him who almost got her murdered. That what he was to her, the reason for her attack, he was going to be the reason for her death.

He was on his way to pick her up as we speak. It was New Years Eve.

Kate Laswell lied to Price about the reason why she was in Washington. The man had too much on his plate already. She had an urgent meeting with General Shepherd, although he didn't tell her about what. She had a suspicion. The General wasn't really happy to see her, he had a 'I told you so' look on his face.

'Things are moving over there Kate, it's not looking good.' He raised from his seat at the desk and showed the woman the latest news from Italy on his laptop. All journals and tv programmes were talking about it, the news had reached French television, Germany, and even them. 'She's gonna find out, if she doesn't know already. She might reach out, or they'll reach out to her, make her go back.' Luigi Caserano, leader of one of the most influential clans in Naples had been arrested that morning. His name was known for the years and years of fighting with other families including the Dalla Roccas. Alba's family. He was 76 years old, still on the job, fugitive for at least 20 years. He was hiding in a private hospital facility, he had lung cancer. That's how they found him, or maybe they knew where he was all along, they just were too scared to take action. Kate had done a lot of research on the Camorra before hiring Alba. She understood how those things worked now, even with Alba's help she was able to get an idea of why she had decided to leave Italy. 'It's all over the internet, she knows for sure.' Kate sighed, Alba had endured enough and getting fired for her past affiliations wasn't what she deserved right now. 'She hasn't been in contact for multiple years, I'm not sure why this would have to change. They have no business in America' She tried to defend her, without making the fact she had a soft spot for the girl too clear.

'You know they do, all the immigrants that came from Italy to the East Coast are still active… I'm gonna tell you, this changes everything.' He typed something on the laptop only to show her a picture of a young boy, had to be 17. 'It's her brother. Today is the anniversary of his death.' She felt her heart ache for Alba. 'He was murdered during one of those shootings they do over there, the neighbourhood was under Alba's family's control and the Caseranos had some unfinished business in the same area. They were the ones that killed him. Right this day.' Shepherd crossed his arms and fixed his posture, 'With Luigi Caserano in prison, someone needs to step up and take a lead. His son.' He showed her another picture, a man that had to be in his thirties, dark buzzcut hair, tattoos all over his arms. A challenging expression on his face which was probably taken at a police station. 'He's been in charge for a few years, with his dad in the hospital, Carmine Caserano that's his name. You know what Carmine did when he was a kid?' Laswell understood. He was the man who killed Alba's brother. He was young when it happened. He killed him to send a message to Alba's parents, the Caseranos wanted that area back and would kill the youngest in the family to somehow stop their dynasty.

From that point on, with Edoardo Dalla Rocca dead, Alba was instructed to get close to the clan's younger members. She went to the same school as Carmine Caserano's younger brother who was just two years older than her. Gennaro, Genny as she referred to him. They were in a relationship for most of Alba's childhood, from when she was fifteen. Genny liked that what they had was a secret, that the two families were fighting and would not approve of their love. Plus, he wasn't really involved in any of it, he went to school and played basketball. He was stupid enough to trust Alba, which was able to reveal plans and intel to her mom. Where they hid guns and which cars and motorbikes she had seen around Genny's house. She memorised the car plates one by one each time she visited her boyfriend. 'You remember what she said back when we hired her Kate', Shepherd wasn't bulging, his tone assertive. 'She had said she is not sorry for what she done to that family, she wanted revenge. She's a time bomb, she's unstable and could betray us any given moment.' Kate's lips were pressed in a thin line. They killed her brother… 'Carmine's dad will get prison for life, he will step up and she will want to go back cause the rest of her family will be in danger. We said no contact when we hired her, if I see even one message, one phone call I'm sending her back to Italy and I'm going to make sure she never steps in America again.' She was young, brought up in that messy environment, she got away from them…

'She's not going to be a threat for our operations, it was long time ago, she would agree it was a mistake to…'

'Putting explosives in a car with a pregnant woman inside is not a mistake. It's terrorism.'

The meeting ended on that note.

Alba knew about the news of course. She read it online but was extremely calm about it. She was smoking by the window in her kitchen, her jaw tight and her shoulders tense. She was happy that cunt was going to jail, but deep down knew this wasn't the end. His son was going to be a problem now, he suspected she had something to do with the bomb back in the day. It was surreal, but true. Carmine killed the youngest of her family, her baby brother Edo. She killed his baby sister, who wasn't even born at the time. In her mama's belly. The mother survived the explosion, she had complications and, well...

She shivered at the thought. What a horrible, fucking monster, she deserved all the evil in the world...

Still, it happened a long time ago. Things had changed, she had her ways and she knew. They sure didn't forget about the attack, but were probably too busy to bother about revenge. The Caseranos had deals going on with the Albanians in the city, they changed direction and occupied a few neighbourhoods in the south of Naples. Her family left them the dealing part of business as a sort of peace deal. Everything eventually settled down. They started working with the Nigerian prostitution traffic. Hundreds of girls every month, those who survived the sea and the desert had to repay the debt for the journey by working and selling themselves. Her family had a part of the profits, cause the Nigerians operated in their area. She saw a picture of Carmi and Genny side by side on the news, leaving the police station after seeing their father. They were famous now, all of Italy knew who the Caseranos were, and how fucking long it took for the police to find their father. They had never looked alike. Carmine was dark and cruel even as a child, a little on the chubby side. But he was charming and, as he said, never touched a woman not even with a flower. In the sense he spared them from being killed. She knew that rule wouldn't apply to her. Genny was not cut to be a leader. He was arrogant and childish, he always picked a fight. He was handsome, slim and tall, his hair curly and dark, he still looked like a baby even now. He was her first boyfriend, first kiss, first time. He was violent, jealous and controlling, he loved her passionately, said he would die for her any day. Said she would be his forever. He didn't know she was involved in the bombing. He was never really smart enough to get into business. When she closed her laptop and stubbed out her joint, she got in the shower to take the edge off. It was the weekend after New Years Eve. You guessed it, she spent it with Simon.

She watched him open his present after they had cake and some of the chocolates, she made coffee as well. 'Coffee now?' He had asked. She explained it was common in Italy to drink one shot of espresso after lunch and dinner, just a little pick me up to finish the meal. It's tradition. She made coffee with a moka pot. She served it in tiny one-portion mugs. A ‘tazzina’. He looked incredibly embarrassed to be opening her poorly wrapped present. She gifted him a sewing kit and and a black baseball hat. She said she guessed he could need the saw kit for his mask, which she supposed he did himself. She got him the hat to wear in public, she said 'I think you'll get stared at less if you wear this instead of a balaclava to hide your hair.'

He was the one who kinda suggested New Years Eve. He asked if she was going to spend it alone, she said yes. 'I'm free' he had said. She didn't even have to think about it, she accepted, but hearing him kinda ask her made it ten times better. They had their little fight about weed, she was sure he would have left her house in a hurry and never spoke to her again, turning away forever in his comfort zone. She was happy to be with him, she cherished the moments of silence while they walked and appreciated how weirdly interested he was in her past. They walked to some food trucks that were out for New Years, they stopped to eat near a park. There were people around, music playing and the smell of fried onion rings in the air. They sat together on a bench, Jinx at their feet. They ate bao buns, truffle burgers, they even got dessert. They smoked a rolled cig, which Simon didn't really know how to make. She taught him. They looked normal, they looked like a happy normal couple. He kept feeding Jinx some treats, she was complaining her hands were cold, so he offered to hold the leash for her, so she could warm her hands. She got the food while he waited patiently with the dog, said to get whatever she liked. She sat with her legs folded beneath her, he sweared her knee was nearly touching his thigh. They talked about work, about the places Simon saw on deployment. Alba's uni life. He shared some stories about past missions, mentioning how hard it was to deal with traumatised hostages and survivors. She talked about mental health, making him realise how many things he was doing wrong in his life. It sounded like an invite to talk about his family, but he wasn't ready yet. When they saw fireworks in the sky they realised it was midnight.

Simon flinched at the sound, snapping his head to the sky so fast he could have broken his neck. He came to his senses when he felt her porfume deep in his nostrils. She had slid closer to him on the bench. He felt the pressure of her thighs against his own, barely brushing but still so close. She said, look! He saw her small hand in his peripheral, pointing at the sky. He could take it if he wanted to, i bet your hands are freezing cold sweet Alba. For the first time after many years, he said 'Happy New Year' out loud, to someone that was by his side. She turned her head, the colourful lights from the fireworks reflecting in her kind eyes. For the first time in years, someone had said Happy New Year to her.

notes: you happy? don't get used to it. sorry for all the graphic content about the bomb and stuff. it happens in real life, it's the mafia. love you all.

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[sasster]

Walking on Glass

And I do solemnly swear that this is the last set of new trolls I make for a long while.

So what’s the Colmea guy’s deal, anyway? [doc]

-- “Now you’ve really done it.” The child, and she can’t be more than five sweeps old, smiles around a juicebox from her perch. “He’s not going to be happy about this one little bit.” Her warning fills you with just enough dread that it roots you in place.

The he in question is, for the short time that you’ve known each other, very particular of the fungal colonies that throng throughout the lab like a great big web. Some of them in larger terrariums cobbled together and the others in their much smaller quarantines. He was more protective of these small quarantined batches than he was of anything else, even the aquarium that sits nearly ceiling to floor and across the back wall of the lab, housing a handful of species of jellyfish, with the largest, and need for such ample volume, being his overgrown lusus. Nemopilema nomurai, he once whispered into your ear when he caught you staring at her.

She is quite the daunting thing, with what must be a ten or fifteen-foot diameter and countless feet of long sprawling tentacles, tendrils, and tangles of some sort of marine fungus weaving around and within them. He never offered a scientific name or approximate for it, and to be fair, you never asked.

Conversations with the man always centered around his research, his precious colonies, that you’d been helping him with. The science he always mumbled, mostly to himself, was difficult to parse on a good day, on a bad day he stopped pretending to try altogether.

Your role, as far as he was concerned, as far as you understood, was only a very small part.

A collective consciousness. The only colony that survived the interaction with your mutation to the point that you started to become one. Once again, the science of it all was lost on you, something about parasitic symbiosis or some other, but the piece of it he’d gotten into you somehow took root and you’d found yourself actually talking to it.

Making decisions with it.

It was only natural you’d want to get a closer and better look at it, right? 

“It was a mistake.” Is all you can manage, staring at the ground that almost glitters with the way the ambient lights of the tanks shine off of the glass of one of the smaller, now shattered, terrariums that litters the floor. Many of the stray shards lance through the colony in places that look fatal even to the untrained eye.

“It was a mistake.” She mimics, not quite getting the cadence right, but the road work is there, so there’s maybe a future in ventriloquism for the kid. “I think he’s gonna feed you to Big Mama.” She indicates the tank with the massive jellyfish in it, punctuating the thought with the insufferable sound a straw makes when it reaches the end of a drink.

Colmea couldn’t be that unreasonable, could he?

As if summoned, and you don’t think she sent for him, the door opens as soon as the fear creeps up on you.

There is a severe way that the doctor has about carrying himself, a stern expression attached to whatever it is he lets his gaze fall on. Right now that is solidly on you. The gravity of the situation and the weight of the girl’s words leave you incapable of removing yourself from the scene of the crime, after all. You’d only reached a harmless hand in to touch it, how could you predict this outcome?

��It was a mistake.” You whisper desperately as he fully enters the room, the picture of serenity, taking in the scene before him. He does not regard you or what you’ve had to say for yourself.

Even if the colony was not sliced through as it was, the abrupt displacement from its aquatic habitat would have done enough on its own to paint a grim scene, splattered across the floor like an abstract painting. He surveys the damage quietly, a ponderous god, visage poisoned by the blue and pink glow of the lights within neighboring tanks. Now his gaze flits about from shard of glass to shard of glass, as though looking for answers in the mosaic they make up on the floor.

Everything in the lab has become remarkably still, even the girl in the corner has ceased vacuuming the bottom of the juice box in favor of savoring the silence that smothers the room, deafening even over the bubbling of the surrounding tanks.

Colmea does not rush in, ready to collapse to the floor and mourn the loss of his experiment, instead he is carried further into the room by slow and deliberate steps, each one a soft tap against linoleum that crushes the glass beneath it. The answers to questions that he does not bother voicing slotting into his mind as he advances, and if those answers change any part of his expression, which you suspect it doesn’t, it goes unnoticed when his contemplative steps take him into the shadow of his colossal lusus.

Far too long passes before he is standing directly in front of you. Very briefly, a crack in his veneer provides a view into the ever-feared high blood rage bubbling beneath the surface.

“Myriad,” he addresses the girl, still up on her perch by the edge of the jellyfish enclosure. “The colony?”

Myriad makes a face like she is seriously concentrating, an expression you’ve come to understand means she is reaching into her mind to find her natural connection to the fungal colonies that surround her. Not as a member of the collective, but as an eavesdropper. Her game goes on for too long and it is clear that she is only playing up the dramatics, reveling in your dread, when the pensive god clears his throat.

“Dead as a doornail!” She reports, cheery as she was when she delivered her taunts moments before his arrival. It should hurt, but you already knew. You felt it, a part of you, die the second the tank hit the floor. “No survivors, wiped out!”

The ghost of something horrific crosses behind his eyes.

He nods.

His demeanor does not betray him and there is no warning when he strikes, just the stinging feeling left behind by a backhand that causes you to lose your balance. With a hideous crunch, your knees fall into the ruin below, the salty remnants from the enclosure mingles with the fresh wounds and sends a significant shock through your system. So significant in fact, that you make neither a move nor a sound. 

Colmea shakes his hand loose, the anger that boils just beneath but never quite breaking the surface places a dangerous dose of malice behind his eyes.

“Myriad, find me a broom.” He commands, and as soon as it leaves his mouth, her feet hit the ground right behind you with a crunch that makes you wince. A stifled giggle followed by her plodding along tells you it was an intentional assault on her part.

His hand is wrapped up in your hair before the door closes behind her and he lifts you up to meet his eye line, all the while winding more and more of it up until he finds scalp, as though he is handling something that weighs about the same as a stuffed animal. 

There is no growling, no deep orange eyes signaling danger, just a furrowed brow and a deep sigh. “I had such high hopes for you.”

“I,” you start to plead your case, tears welling at the corners of your eyes at the realization that your mutation did not make you special enough, but he does not give you the opportunity to continue. Instead, your face is acquainted with the glass of the aquarium with such force that it rattles the base of the enclosure and causes some of the smaller species of jellies inside to send off bright sparks of light, in hopes of startling whatever predator they assume has invaded.

All they really succeed in is disorienting you all the more, your face making contact a second and third time before stars start to decorate your vision and the edges begin to blur. Something cracks, and it is not the glass.

Still, the angered god does not growl or snarl. Nor does his reflection, warped by a myriad of things between the forming concussion and the glass of the aquarium, broadcast anything beyond his mild indifference.

Your face hits the glass a few more times before the girl returns from her quest and he finally relents, dropping you to the floor with a sigh. In the same moment, the stars in your vision become angry black splotches, eagerly rushing out to meet those blurred edges.

[kavehnanginto]

pot, meet kettle

pairings: kaveh, itto x reader

synopsis: whiny and hot men smartly decide to date the only one who can match and even beat his charisma and annoying remarks, and everyone is stuck dealing with both of your dramatic characters

tags: you are very much annoying, sweet names except for babe or baby because i hate it, fluff and cuddles, they are very sweet, fun fact the creation of this fic was made because a little birdie told me to do this i just added itto because he is my man,

Kaveh swears he is a logical man, a rational man who desires nothing more than peace and tranquility. no one really agrees with him, with all the bickering with alhaitham and squabbles with dori his reputation of being sensitive is set in stone.

But with you around it truly feels that what he said was right. Compared to Kaveh and you, Alhaitham would rather spend time in hell and dead in a casket. So whenever you were around and in his house, the scribe just seemed to disappear out of nowhere. And you were now always alone with your man.

"Why would you use that as a painting, its too abstract?" you comfortably conquered the couch while watching Kaveh hang the ugliest portrait you have ever seen since the last time he hung one. "I literally went on this five minute walk to Alhaitham's house just to see you hanging this ugly portrait rather than spending time with ME."

He gasped at such comment, he can't believe he heard such nonsense from someone as attractive and ethereal as you.

"Darling, this isn't just some painting, this cost me--"

"So? Is my worth also measured in material value? Hang that painting in the wall or you'll continue to be my lover." With the painting out of the way, you were soon delivered with happy cuddles from a beautiful portrait such as he.

"Now will I continue to be your one and only?" you pat his head, thinking about it.

"Do you really think such measly act is worth my time," he shook his head. "Now let's sleep."

He obeyed and went to sleep smoothly and always remembered to bring you to every art auction after.

Everyone had their own opinion about Itto. He was loud, obnoxious, and the reoccurring theme about his public display of affection. It was getting out of hand, even to some member of his gang (Shinobu). But to you, it was simply not enough, the mediocre singing, the wilted flowers and most recently, your very own cow.

You keep on telling him that this is not what you want and say that you will eventually return feelings once he had given you the right thing. The fact of the matter is you already fell, but he really thought a cow will make you happy. I mean it did, but let your pride take you away.

Also a goat will be nice next time, and then you saw him once more, no longer with his trusted companions, but just him.

"So pumpkin, how is your amazing self today?"

"And that is the first thing you say to me? I am here offering my time and company for you!" you huffed and he immediately apologized. "Also I'm doing great! Want to commit some crimes today?"

And just like that both of you went on a spree, you insisted he holds your hand or he never will hold your hand ever again, and also that he will bring the cow with you. It seemed that Shinobu has a lot of explaining to do, but it seems you are not in trouble.

As the day came into a close, Itto realized that commiting war crimes are even better if the person he likes is around him. But as the day comes to close, and this day of temporary joy has reached its end. The lovebirds said goodbye.

"Until we meet again, my dove." you walked away slowly, the sunset brightening you eyes.

"Farewell, my fair master." he bowed and...

You saw each other again after 45 minutes.

[kookieswan]

hELLO long time no see 🥺 I haven’t been on tumblr as much but I saw that you took a break and came back yay ! hopefully feeling better than before (?) these days I only come to tumblr to see what you have been up to cuz I’m nosy like that 🤌 but anyway ! I’m sorry I’m genuinely bad at writing request for drabbles and things like that- I swear I had lots of thoughts but the minute I was asked *poof* everything’s gone- but I still want to try lmao

so ! how about our little dumpling cheeks rl!yoongi :D I saw that someone asked about how dr. kim would romance you, but hOw would rl!yoongi romance you 👀

thank you lots oF LOVE for you 💜💜💜🫰

AHHH you’re so sweet omg. I’m doing alright now, just needed some time!

… You wanna know how Red Light!Yoongi would romance you…? Alrighty. This is based off a main character from Red Light!

How Nightmare 061309 would romance you (if he weren’t already very committed to JK)…

Warning: Mentions of blood/gore, slightly obsessive behavior… Yoongi… Yeah.

Good fucking luck.

Once Yoongi sets his sights on you it’s game over. He’s going to become infatuated.

Of course, that’s if he even likes you in the first place. He’s a very picky man and doesn’t like humans in general. They mostly just piss him off.

Soooo he might not like you at first, as he doesn’t like anyone at first. That’ll change quickly if he chooses to woo you lmao.

“Nasty humans… You’re not like them though, no.”

If you appeal to his frame of mind though, that’s a good start. He’s an abstract man and so he needs an abstract partner. Very abstract and willing to listen.

There will be blood, and guts, and horror, and you need to be okay with that. It’s one of his ways of showing affection while also working through his own feelings.

“I made you a sculpture out of your disgusting ex. Do you like it?”

(It’s disgusting and yet beautiful)

You also need to be cool with the fact that he’s a Nightmare that will always have a bloodlust underneath. He’ll never hurt you though, he only hurts those who deserve it.

If all of that sounds good and he really likes you, well…

He’s never going to ask. It’s just going to happen. You’re his, and he’s yours in turn.

“My _____, my pretty _____… Shall we make an art piece together?” (Fuck on a canvas?)

If he were on the outside, he’d want to go to galleries together. Anywhere there’s art really, and he’d want to talk about it, hear your point of view.

He enjoys sweets and his alone time, so mix that together and go on late night convenience store dates to get snacks. He’ll love it.

Overall, it’s going to be a lot of chaos but if you’re into that then have fun.

[iamnmbr3]

Yea, I agree about Drarry having more interesting themes of redemption, forgiveness; its fits the coming of age aspect better Harry&Draco have grown/transformed and cannot revert to how it was beforehand. H/G fits more into story of "Man leaves his wife/kids to go to war and returns after his victory" but H/G are two teens who dated for a few weeks, they cant pull this story off. Harrys simple dating life without Voldemort, but Harrys life *has been* revocably changed by Voldemort

exactly. And we never get to see Harry and Ginny's relationship develop on the page. Book 5 Ginny had a lot more promise. but then in book 6 she gets turned into this weird ooc mary sue love interest TM and we see no intimacy between her and harry. like in book 5 we actually see him trusting her more and seeing her as more of an equal and she seems more likable and interesting and compatible with him than in book 6 and 7.

Harry has moments of emotional intimacy with Hermione and Luna in book 6 and 7 but none with Ginny, his supposed love interest. nor in those books does he seem to really trust and respect her. It's weird. I swear JKR can only write compelling romance by mistake.

And yeah. The way Harry and Draco orbit each other and know each other so well and grow and fight and change together is so interesting and dramatic and compelling. and would make an amazing arc.

Also I still don't understand why JKR thinks that it's ok that James was a horrible bully (and did worse stuff than Draco ever did - can't image Draco forcibly stripping someone naked) because he "grew out of it" allegedly tho he never seems to have actually regretted his behavior, and that Snape and Regulus becoming Death Eaters of their own free will with full knowledge of what Voldemort stood for and the atrocities he was committing was ok because they later changed their minds and turned against them.

But Draco having been a bully and then later changing his ways, and having idolized Voldemort in the abstract bc he was taught to but being horrified by the reality and later rejecting those beliefs and also risking his own life and his family's life to avoid identifying Harry all counts for nothing and he can't be viewed as redeemed. ????? and then she resorts to sexism and heteronormativity and claims anyone who thinks differently just has a crush on Tom Felton. how offensive and reductive.

[bxdbunni]

@pomniegranate ; " i can't help you if you hide things from me . "

                      𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐇 ／ ⋆ ۪  ― 𝐉𝐀𝐗 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐘, 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 away from Pomni. The adventure they were pushed to go on today had resonated something FOUL in the rabbit's chest. Fragments of a time long since forgotten, when he existed as a person && not some pawn in a crazy man's game, reminded him of a time when he had hopes, dreams, and aspirations. When he had a reason to actually smile and not just because it was what his character defaulted to. 

                   He didn't like the swell of emotions rumbling in his chest like an incoming storm. Feelings he had buried deep in a box, covered with layers && layers of dirt. No one was supposed to know where it was, let alone DIG IT UP. Yet Pomni seemed relentless to open it or was the only one dumb enough to try. Jax tried walking away from her; long legs made him faster, but just as he turned a corner, he saw her dumb jingling hat following close behind. He didn't understand why, but it only made him feel WORSE. Why couldn't she just leave it alone ? Did she not get it when she saw Kaufmo's abstract ? Great. Now, there was another thing he didn't need to think about plaguing his mind. 

               Jax made another turn into the hallway where their rooms were, quickly trying to stalk down the hall in silence while Pomni moved to catch up with him. He was so close, his hand on his doorknob, but she spoke just as he tried to turn it. && the words that fell from his lips had triggered him beyond belief. 

                                " i can't help you if you hide things from me. "

            There's silence as he releases his grip on the knob, shoulders shaking as he finds himself beginning to laugh. Maybe he was starting to lose his mind. He turned around, a hand moving to rub at his head as he tried to wrap his head around how ridiculous she sounded. ❛ You really don't know when to quit, do you? ❜

          Jax felt like a loaded gun, && all the bullets in him were about to be fired into one person who didn't deserve his ire. He was like a wounded animal, hissing && snarling at anyone who dared to come near, even when they only wanted to help. But how could he be sure ? How could he trust them ? It is better to assume everyone is an enemy than to let someone in and get hurt regardless. He may not have remembered much of his old life, but something told him he was all too familiar with that feeling. 

          ❛  I don't want your help; I never asked for it ❜ , he snapped, brows burrowing into a frown as he watched her slowly shrink down the more he spoke. This is what he despised the most, her looking for this damn exit door. Everyone is trying their best to hold hands && act like they aren't going to lose their minds one by one slowly. Eventually, it would be the fate of them all, wouldn't it? Why was Pomni trying so hard to get close to him? To open the door that would cause all these emotions to come tumbling out. His mind felt like static, unsure of how much longer he'd be able to last himself. 

       ❛ Don't you get it? At one point, we're all going to abstract. You've seen it already; try seeing it six more times with everyone else ❜ . Jax doesn't realize the change in his tone. What was usually mixed with sarcasm && taunt was now fighting back, hurt, and fear. Deep down Jax knew he couldn't get close to anyone else. He'd made that mistake before, and everyone would leave.He didn't want to be alone, he didn't want to lose anyone else. His strong front he liked to swear so carelessly, like nothing mattered, was nothing short of a facade hiding the boy he'd buried since joining this stupid game. He feared closeness, knowing just how much he'd melt if someone dared to hold him. Knowing how much he longed to feel human again. Like a person, who only just wanted to be told it would be okay. But they can't have those things, hope was a dangerous game and all it did was hurt them more. It was why he had to be this way, kill off those emotions that made him weak. He refused to turn out like everyone else && end up in the cellar. He refused.

          ❛ The sooner you accept that there is no way out, that this is all we get, you'll be better off. ❜ Jax turns his back on her now, a pain in his chest as he once again forced that boy crying out, deep back down inside him before opening his door and disappearing into his room. 

@pomniegranate

[amplexadversary]

Oh man this is exciting!

Domon not responding to every message despite reading and appreciating them is so true to his character. I imagine he doesn't always know how to respond, so he doesn't respond, or gets distracted and forgets to come up with a response (I am so guilty of this myself -_-)

The conflict of "I'll give you two some time to yourselves ;)" versus "Oh god I need an adult I'm not ready to have the conversation that's going to lead to," is delightful. There are so many overdone romance/feeling miscommunication tropes out there and it is fucking NICE and REFRESHING to encounter an approach I've never seen used before.

I love the detail of the core lander sabotage also affecting Kyoji; that sounds like it's going to be a vital clue toward the reveal of who is out to get our heroes. Also seeing my faves get hurt gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling of wanting to coddle them.

I like that you know what the girls and Rain are doing (no potential plot holes on that front!). It might be better to divide that information up for pacing and tension purposes, though.

I'd keep the scene where the gals discover and reason away from the Haunted Honk Hotel as a cut away while the two groups are still separated. Keeping just that portion in place communicates to the reader that, yes, the search that they're expecting the girls would perform is happening, no, it's not going to save the guys, why that is, and serves to further raise the tension before quickly getting back to the spooky place.

If there is any action to happen after the two teams reunite (like if they're going after the people that attacked them), including the rest of that section as a recap for team core lander's benefit makes the most sense; it doesn't interrupt the spookums, it has a diegetic place in the story, and with the tiny taste of what the other half of the party was up to earlier, it gives the reader plenty of time to start wondering what was happening on the gals' end, making this section feel like a reward as opposed to an interruption.

Kyoji's "Horticultural Graduate Students" cover story; yeah he would go with that, the fucking nerd XD

Also love that you gave him the very briefly-implied-in-the-show newtype bullshit with a macabre bent. The specter of death following a character that's had a brush with it (or significantly more than a brush in this case) through either pre-established or new abilities is a classic thematic association; it is also like crack to me personally.

Aww Domon getting protective. Better not let Chibodee realize that until they're out of it, he's going to get even more flustered and defensive :D

I can practically hear Kyoji's internal monologue begging Domon to take the hint and discuss things, damn it. Schwarz was in emergency mode in the show and saw success in being a little more direct with Domon; Kyoji wouldn't necessarily benefit from that realization.

My thought after the segue: Hey, OP doesn't usually swear that much in text! Oh wait, this inclusion is verbatim XD You already know (or can infer) my thoughts on that section ;P

I do love that you've got plans set up for the identity, interactions, and secrets of these factions. The very abstract overview in my comment was as deep as I had gotten into it.

Royal Flush Haunted Honk - The Updated Bones!

Hello Internet Stranger looking up G Gundam on Tumblr dot com!

This is an idea for a Horror Alternate Universe involving Queer Non-Canon Relationships between the characters of the series.

It is based on the idea in the post that is linked above.

If you are not looking for this content please scroll on.

If you ARE looking for this content - and you're ok with reading my and other's Headcanons for this Alternate Universe I've haphazardly spun up -

Then go ahead and feel free to:

Check The Tags Of This Post For The Pairings

and click the Read More below!

Also the majority of the brainstorming is happening in the replies if you're so inclined.

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Behold! The Update! It's the bare bones intro and the outline! It's 2.5K! Whoops! 😅

Some of this is just straight copy and pasted from the notes and other bits have been lightly reworded or built upon to connect to other bits.

I've gotten some scenes sent to me by @thedragonchilde that I loved and I think will fit in well with what we've got so far for the fic.

If you'd like to link or reblog them please do!

@amplexadversary feel free to message me or reblog with scenes you've thought up or written up! I can't wait to read them!

I think we've set the stage pretty well to start brainstorming the horror and whump! 😃

I'll see y'all in the replies for ideas on new plot points! 🪦💥🌩

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This is backstory and general outline only.

It is barely edited. Typos abound.

The dialogue is extremely minimal and it is a framework upon which to build the fic. 💖

I am giving this explanation for the benefit of internet strangers as all parties working on this fic are already familiar.

Hello Internet strangers! 👋

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Wherever the tendrils of the Devil Gundam hovered over the earth, and subsequently were destroyed, are places that may have had DG cells distributed through the atmosphere.

Atmospheric DG plumes have lead to DG infection in those areas. There's also likely tendril debris.

Neo-Japan, since the Devil Gundam's destruction,  has been working with Neo and world governments on a cure for DG infection.

At the moment the current treatment involves Kyoji or Schwarz controlling the DG cells of the individual and shutting them down; however, they are making breakthroughs with advancements on a nanocite injection that they're synthesizing with an executable program that shuts the DG cells down.

The biological compatibilities are the hurdle at the moment as evidenced in animal testing.

Kyoji and Domon are traveling to some sites in the USA that were affected by tendrils. Domon is there as a body guard since Schwarz is handling infection cases elsewhere (unspecified).

Chibodee is their escort. America is a Different Beast to Japan even in the future. So they'll need an escort to get through the militant landscape and across the sheer distance of it all.

Rain wanted to come with them, but with the volatility of the current landscape of the US - Especially where they're going - Kyoji didn't want to needlessly risk her safety.

He's assured her that Domon, Chibodee, and Chibodee's team will be watching his back.

Dr. Kasshu will be with them for the first days in New York to help with setup of the mobile lab before heading back to Neo Japan to continue working alongside Rain.

Once they've rested and are ready to head out, Domon, Chibodee, Kyoji, and The Gals will take Neo America's Core Lander and a mobile lab to the TD Site and it should be a fairly straight forward affair since they've gotten permission from the national and state governments, as well as permission from Gunsinto to be in the area.

They shouldn't be more than a few days travel to get there and retrieve samples and data and get back. He should be gone a week at the absolute most.

Kyoji gives rain the contact info to their hotel in New York as well as their sponsored Gunsinto accommodations in the Midwest and lets her know that he'll call once they've arrived palnetside.

He makes good on that promise the next day, letting Rain know that their shuttle landed, Chibodee and the girls picked them up without hassle, and lets them know that they're set to have a great dinner at a favorite restaurant of Chibodee's that evening.

Seeing Chibodee is like a breathe of fresh air that Domon didn't know he needed. Life has been so needlessly complicated lately but after Chibodee releases him from the bear hug given in greeting and throws an arm over Domon's shoulders they fall into step as if they'd never been apart.

Keeping in touch wasn't exactly easy. Domon doesn't respond quite as often as Chibidee would like, but every message Chibodee left was listened to and saved.

Ever since they got wind of this mission it's all either of them has had on their minds for days.

I need some help here with feelings and dialogue and inner thoughts but Basically

They both independently realize with clarity over the days leading up and the time in New York how much they've missed each other and how easy and comfortable it all is - being teamed up again.

Domons semi-recent revelations and feelings fresh on his mind. Chibodees crush ever looming.

Hearts racing. Feeling lighter than they have in God Knows How Long. Chibodee smiling so much his face cramps. Domon feeling so comfortable and nearly zen he loses his permanent frown from constantly thinking and just vibes. Smiling occasionally even!

Chibodee proposes they spar real quick before dinner "To work up an appetite! And C'mon! I wanna see what I'm up against in the upcoming Gundam Fight!" With a grin slamming his left fist into his open right hand. (He's left handed right? Or was that someone else?)

They Spar and there's Feelings

(I have a small scene outline put together for the spar for your consideration. @thedragonchilde has submit 2 scenes that would be great for just after the spar and are an awesome read! I'll include my outline for the spar scene in a reblog)

Then they have dinner together and later part to settle in their hotel rooms for the evening. 

The next day they focus on briefing the expedition and setting up the Mobile Lab that The Gals will be in charge of transporting. 

Once the lab is set up, they see Dr. Kasshu off on his shuttle back to Neo Japan that has been on standby since they arrived.

Kyoji volunteers to ride with The Gals under the excuse of getting a head start on some data processing - to give Domon and Chibodee some time alone together. 

Chibodee is not about to let himself be alone in a Core Lander with Domon for HOURS. He may blurt out something he regrets. He insists that Kyoji ride with them and leave the Gals to themselves.

As they make their way out west, Chibodee starts explaining why they'll want to keep their guard up. 

There's been a lot of unrest recently and especially the last 10 years since Gunsinto bought out the last of their land and displaced so many communities. 

Domon asks occasional questions but Kyoji isn't saying much of anything at all. Opting to rest most of the journey. Domon seems tense, which is understandable considering the events before they left New York. 

Suddenly they hear gunfire and what might be a canon of some kind. 

They expected resistance outside of Gunsinto territory but they didn't expect it after they crossed the border!

Aren't the Greenlords supposed to be patrolling the area???

So they're on the run from a group that blames Domon and Kyoji for all the bullshit post DG Incident. The group is made up of various parties working together to hold Neo Japan responsible for their crimes against humanity since nothing held up in court and Neo Japan is currently in control. Plus near endless bitterness at America's loss of Super Power status for decades and the effect that that has had on their economy and natural resources put under stress from these Big Space Battles. 

Chibodee and The Gals are aware of THIS group of violent individuals… but they're not aware of the OTHER group of violent individuals. (The Clown gangs are kept under wraps by the Greenlords - Gunsinto's private militia similar to to the Pinkertons as going public would be an embarrassment and an open invitation to more trespassers.)

They have a good idea of what weapons they have at their disposal and what their general tactics are. 

They decide to split up and have The Gals create a distraction to lure the majority of the aggressors off before rendezvousing close to the TD Site in this region.

After they split, the core lander has some issues and breaks down in the middle of nowhere. As they break down Kyoji has an awful headache. There's a terrible signal he can feel and he knows it affected the core lander's processors but he's not sure what it is. 

(It's a device that broadcasts a malicious signal that infects the processing units of hovering vehicles - was gonna be an emp but realized that would mess up their gps. It has only a very mild effect on DG cells it seems. Their GPS was made by the Kasshus with DG tech so it's unaffected. - Their communicator was issued by Gunsinto and was not so lucky - it's dead.)

Luckily for them their map data integrated into their GPS shows there should be a former town nearby.

The nearest town is seemingly abandoned. There's simply not enough water here according to Chibodee. 

The only building not completely crumbled is a lone Motel. Chibodee curses his Rotten Fucking Luck. (Clown Music!)

They're exhausted from carrying their emergency supplies through the heat of the day. They're not going any further. This will have to be it. Domon is clearly tense and Chibidee seems about to jump out of his skin but Kyoji doesn't really know why. He could be over sensitive after sitting with their tension in the core lander and then walking with them through the heat. 

Chibodee considers attempting to convince them to camp outside but with the wind picking up as bad as it is, he has no leg to stand on. They'll be sleeping inside. 

Strange though. There's a light on. That's odd.

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Meanwhile The Gals have incapacitated the pursuers after radioing in help from the Greenlords who are cooperating on this mission. 

They're of course like “Whaaaaaat? That's Crazyyyyyyyyy.” And don't breathe a word of the Other Issue inside The Fields. Instead electing to simply refuel the mobile lab and send some extra men with The Gals as escort.

The girls start back on their journey to Rendevous with the guys. 

The arrive at the TD Site with no sign of the guys. After waiting 2 hours they decide to try and ping their location. 

There's no result. What they assumed was poor signal is worrying them now.

As they double back in the direction the guys should have been coming from they discover the crashed Core Lander and some prints headed South West.

They check their maps of the area which indicate a former town a few miles south west. They hop in their mobile lab and head that way. 

When they make it to the town, the only standing structure is a Clown Themed Motel that looks like it was pulled straight out of a historical classic horror film. 

They share a look. There's no way Chibodee would be here. They decide to check for other towns and head further south.  Eventually as it starts to get dark the escort advises that they head to the designated accommodations for the evening and the Greenlords will start a search.

Kyoji kept his word to Rain that he and his father would check in when they arrived in New York. When the second day stretches on with no word Rain starts to worry.

Her father has made it home, but she's still heard no word from Kyoji.

On Rain's 5th call in as many hours -at about 2:00 AM- The Gals answer.... it's Bad News.

They've been separated by a roaming militia group hellbent on serving American Justice to these Neo Japan Planet Destroyers. The Gals were supposed to Rendevous with Chibodee and the guys at the TD site but they never showed and they didn't find them on their way to the Gunsinto Accomodations either.

The Gals reassure her that the Greenlords and Gunsinto are starting a search and they should have word soon.

Dread starts to settle in the pit of Rain's stomach.

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Meanwhile The Guys walk into the Hotel expecting it to be abandoned. It certainly looks that way from the outside. 

As they walk in though, they meet a rather average looking man smoking a cigar and watching some movies on a TV in the corner of the dark Lobby. 

He looks surprised (he isnt) and quickly stubs out his cigar in the ash tray nearby before walking into the only light in the lobby by the front desk.

He welcomes them with a smile and asks how many guests. Letting them know that unfortunately he's only got one room available and There's Only the One Bed. He asks if that's alright.

Chibodee sputters. Shocked that there's someone here at all. He asks as much and the man says that the Hotel is a side business of the Greenlords’ for “Employee Services” if you catch his drift.

Average guy asks after them as he's never seen them before. Kyoji has a bad feeling and smooths things over by advising that they're there as horticultural graduate students studying genetic modification with their Professor and a few other students. Kyoji tells a tale of how they got separated in the fields and this was the closest area with shelter according to their map data.

The Average guy is surprised to hear that they have a functioning GPS and says that this area has bad signal. It's a blessing they can find their way.

He directs them to their room and leaves back toward the lobby.

Kyoji has a bad feeling. He can sense a ton of corrupted DG cells nearby. Somewhere underground, but isn't sure why or what it means. 

He also keeps getting flashes of screaming men and women in clown costumes….

He relays as much to Domon privately as Chibodee is clearly already on edge and doesn't need any more stress. 

Kyoji asks Domon if Chibodee is alright. Domon informs him that clowns and clown imagery is a problem but there's really nothing they can do about it in this situation. His fists are clenched. Domon i's pissed they have to stay here.

Kyoji takes a moment to let Domon know he'll take the floor and for Chibodee and Domon to take the bed. This throws Domon for a loop, but before he can argue Kyoji insists that out of the 3 of them he can probably take the most stress and that Chibodee looks like he needs someone to sleep next to. 

Kyoji also mentions that he'll be blocking his hearing on a nano level to give them privacy in case they need to talk. Domon is a bit flustered by this but decides to take it in stride and go to Chibodee who is pacing and silently melting down. He looks like he's about to both through the window and back into the fields. 

Domon puts a hand on Chibodee’s shoulder and suggests they go ahead and bunk down for the night. 

He and Domon each take a seat on the end of the bed while Kyoji remains standing and they discuss Watch Rotation.

It'll probably be better to have 2 people awake and 1 person resting at any given time.

None of them trust this guy at the front desk. Especially not Kyoji.

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Not sure how to segue from bunking down to the horror bit below gracefully; but I know we need to.

I feel like it's the perfect time for Domon and Chibodee to take Kyoji up on his offer of audible privacy to have a quick heart to heart..... before it's unfortunately and terrifyingly interrupted. 😨

Mostly because I'm mean. 😂

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My first thought for 4 is that it probably looks like a normal-ass bed but in the middle of the night when both the guys are like half asleep, a clown hand bursts up from the center of the mattress in a classic zombie style Then an improbable amount slowly crawl out of that same hole as Chibodee drags Domon to the door (Domon for his credit is ready to beat a clown with another clown)

Since the FC does have the lightest touch of Newtype bullshit (mostly seen in the Schwarz/Rain chase scene where Schwarz gets the newtype flash), I'm interested in it being ghosts because the NT thing sometimes goes that way.

Ghosts usually have some kind of backstory as to why they're around, and I think it fits the setting to have a sort of clown culture war going on

so you have gangs like the one that killed Chibodee's mom, and then you get ordinary clowns going vigilante to hunt the ones that do that down for flagrant violation of the clown code

But the problem with vigilantism is you sometimes get the wrong guy, so that eventually happens and another group of clowns goes vigilante to go after the first group because they've gone bad (doesn't matter whether or not this is true for our purposes). And then you get more guys like the original circus terrorists playing themselves off as vigilantes as an excuse to kill people.

So now you have a clown gang war and more clown terrorists than you started with. And with the other problems Earth and the Colonies have it isn't *really* a big enough deal for anyone outside of the business to really care, so you get a sort of uneasy status quo with occasional bursts of clown violence.

The motel in question has a ghost problem because it's a former base of operations of a clown gang, where they would frequently dispose of their clown victims.

Chibodee is not at all aware of this. Or else he never would have agreed to this. He would have had some sort if Military backup. Gunsinto and The Greenlords have kept this under wraps to avoid broadcasting their farm territory as terrorist territory.

The clowns were affected by DG cells pre-murder and with Kyoji nearby they seem to be activating.

Yikes.

Kyoji can affect DG cells in a lof of situations... but can he affect them to his advantage here???

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Stay Tuned to Find Out!

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Chapter 2: The monster in the basement.

Warning : A bit gore and scary, mention of death, blood, monster.

Warm sunlight was piercing through the massive trees. You were running away from a zombie, trying your best to outrun him. He was fast, too fast. You needed to find a way to get rid of him, the sooner, the better, before he brings his other friend.  You had to stay focused. 

This is how a simple walk in the wood around the mansion with the dog had the two of you, running out of breath in a few seconds.  

Shooting him could bring other.  But he was running too fast for you to just pull out your knife. You have to stay focused.

Rule n°9: Keep your composure in every situation.

That’s when your backpack get tingled in bushes.

“ For god’s sake” You swear.

Trying to pull it out, the zombie get closer and hit you, projecting you right on the floor. The dog start barking while the monster reach for you, trying to bite you and eat you. The first thing that hit you was the smell of decomposition and mouldiness. 

You try pushing him away with your hand, but the shred of his decomposing skin just slid and stick to your hands. 

“Gross” You thought.

The dog start pulling the leg of the zombie and for a second he got abstracted. Now was the time to strike. You pulled your knife out of your belt and hit him right on his temple, and the knife slide inside his brain without resistance. The zombie loose all his grips on you and fell on top of you. 

You pushed the corpse by your side and sat back, wiping the blood out of your face. Looking for the dog, you catch a glimpse of him, sniffing the now officially dead body.

“That was close” you tell him. 

He raised his head toward you, before coming to your side to cuddle. He sat at your side, resting his head on your arm, and you pet his head. 

You stayed like that for a while, before standing up. You took the bag out of the bushes, checking if anything was missing. 

“ I think we are done for our walk, let’s get back to the mansion” you told the dog before waving to him, so he could go first. 

Walking through the forest, you find your way back to the mansion and unlock the front door you had closed with a padlock.

“Still here, that’s a good sign, let’s not have another nasty encounter” you unlock the door before stepping out of the way, and you did a little curtsey for the dog.

“ Shall we, my lord” You step inside after him.

You’ve been in this place for two weeks now. The house was nice, despite being creepy at night, there were massive blankets, perfect against the cold night. You even had found some sort of generator that allowed a few rooms to get electricity and running water, that was a must, last time you took a good shower goes back a long way. And you had food for you and the dog.

Everyday you play the radio, looking for any transmission, any sign, any news. In the beginning, you had heard the conversation of the army and keep listening to it. But now there were only a few conversations between the survival group you help and others. Sometimes, you could hear a man talking as if I was animating a show. It was a good distraction even if most of the day the radio was always silent.

Five days ago, you had the chance to exchange through the radio with one of the group leaders you knew the most. You had declined his offer to stay at their place, telling him you had found something good and the weather would be no more threat to you nor the dog. He was nice, but you preferred staying by yourself. Plus, this place was great and you wanted to keep it the way it was. They were good where they were, and so do you.

The only trouble was this door that lead to the basement. Every day you passed in front of it, and you felt a peculiar feeling in your guts, at time curiosity, at other anxiety. Let alone the dog who’s only wishes were for you to open this damn door, so he could go there. Even now, he was standing in front of it, almost weeping. 

Many thought were running inside your head and, unconsciously, you step closer to the door, resting your hand on the doorknob as if all the other locks would magically disappear. And you stay like that for a few seconds before letting go of it, goosebumps all over your skin. So you ran away. Hiding in the bedroom with the dog by your side.

You quickly fell asleep, a sick feeling still lingering inside your stomach.

When you woke up, it was dark, probably the middle of the night. The first thing you noticed was that you were not in the bed. You knew you were in the basement. This sick feeling getting worse. The dog was barking. He was scared, and you felt it in all your body, you were terrorized, tears starting running down your cheeks. 

A huge zombie start crawling out of the dark. Nothing in him looks human any more. He was just a monster, and he was horrifying. Covered in blood, skin falling, jaw clacking, half walking half crawling. He jumped on the dog and there were nothing you could do. You scream at the top of your lungs, seeing the scene in front of you, your loyal friend being torn apart. 

You tried to move but couldn’t. For the first time since long ago, you were totally paralized with fear. Then, the monster looked at you and started running. He catches your feet and pulls you toward him. His face still full of the dog flesh, his jaw clicking. It was the end, so you just closed your eyes, waiting for the worst to happen.

When you open your eyes, they were all wet. You were crying, then, you knew. It was just a nightmare. You found yourself in the bed, all sweaty but relief. Looking around you for the dog, but he wasn’t here.

You stormed out of the bed, putting your clothes back and tacking your gun. Heading toward the stair, you saw him, in front of the door of the basement, crying and scratching the floor. Once you were by his side, you called out for him and started petting him.

“Calm down, buddy please, calm down” Face buried in his fur you start gathering all your courage. You needed to check the basement now. What was behind this door were driving both of you crazy, and it needed to stop now.

“ Now or tomorrow” You thought looking at the door.  

You gathered everything you needed, correcting the clothes you had put on quickly. Once it was done, you took the crowbar and turned the torch, charging your gun and pulling your knife where you could reach for it.

“OK, let’s do this, but if anything happen to us, I swear to you…” Letting your sentence suspended, you looked at the dog, who gave you puppy eye.

“ Yeah, like I could be mad at you with those sweet eyes” You whispered, more to yourself.

Fixing the door, you let out a shaky breath before using the crowbar to crack the door open. It wasn’t easy, but since it was an old door, the lock gave in after a few pushes and the door flew open with a loud “CRACK” against the wall.  

And you stood there, waiting. If there was any zombie inside, they definitely had heard this. The dog run down the stair unafraid. So you followed him, one more time.

The Endless heard the loud noise that came from the stair of the basement. He was now focused toward the entry, waiting for you to come. Maybe his situation wasn’t as hopeless as he thought. Perhaps, someone will finally free him.

He had felt your nightmare earlier. For the last two weeks, he did felt less alone than this past seven years. The silent place he was now living again. A source of hope to tear him away from loneliness, after all, even his siblings had left him too. 

Dream could see light moving around, a different kind from the light of his prison. He felt tension in all his body alongside euphoria. 

“Be careful” he heard you say to the dog that was now in front of the steel fence.

Then he saw you, looking for anything in the dark, and then, you turned toward him. 

“Oh sh*t” you whispered behind the second gate. 

What you saw was unreal. Not monster nor zombie. Behind the fence, there was a man inside what seem to be a glass bowl. A man with black hair, sitting toward you. He was pretty handsome, you thought. That was unexpected, you expected a monster. You were shocked. 

Tacking a look at the padlock that keep the door closed, you break it and opened the door, stepping inside.

You cross his intense gaze, staring at you. Immediately you felt like hypnotized, and walk toward this man. He might be dangerous, but your body was definitely attracted toward him. 

Around his cage, you noticed a set of rune written on the floor. When you catch his eyes one more time, he was standing, and you noticed he was naked which make you feel a bit embarrassed. 

You reached up his cell and he left his hands toward the glass, which you mimic as if you were just a reflection in the mirror.

Your hands were now almost touching, only separate by the glass. Several feelings were running in your bodies, most of them felt like they weren’t yours. Anger, revenge, pride, sadness, grief, exhaustion. It was like you could feel a rush of memories but couldn’t understand them. Your heartbeat start racing inside your chest when you locked your eyes with his deep blue one, they felt like they were holding univers in it.

You stepped away, overwhelmed by all the emotion. You didn’t notice that, while stepping back, you had erased a part of the rune. But he had noticed. He could use you to get away now, use your dream to escape. That’s what he tried to do before seeing you run away. 

He couldn’t just fail like this. This imprisonment had weakened him, but he couldn’t fail his escape, not after hoping this human would help him.

Dream felt desperate before seeing you coming back with a massive object in the hands. Looking at you with surprise in his pretty eyes, he heard you say then:

“Please don’t hurt my dog or me if it works, and, please, could you… step away?”

He did.

And you start hitting the glass shield the best you could. Why you were doing this, you had no idea, but it felt wrong to see him trap, and it made you feel sick again. 

The glass shattered. Then, a breach form in the glass, pieces of it falling on the ground at your foot. You were about to strike once again, but the glass exploded and light emerge from it, while you end up getting ejected from where you stood. Your head hit something, and you could only pray for the dog to be okay.

After a few moments, still groggy, you catch a glimpse of the man now stepping out of the cage, walking towards you. The dog came running in front of you, shielding you from a potential danger and growling to scare him. He raised a hand toward the dog, which make him more relax. The dog just came at your side and start licking your face.

You couldn’t find what to stay to the man, but he came closer to you, and in a lovely sweet voice that make your entire body shiver he whispered.

“Sleep well, my little human” 

That was all you hear before your eyes closed by themselves, sleepy, before you “fall into Morpheus arms” not knowing anything about the man you had free.

Hello everyone, seeing all of your comment really make me happy so hear the chapter 2. I hope it make sens. I feel like it lack of description and many stuff and that the scary and gore part are not that scary. Tell me if you want more description or if you noticed anything that could be improve, changed.

Also I have heard about taglist, I will do my best to make one if I find how it work !

✨️Thank you very much again, have a lovely day!✨️

[robininthelabyrinth]

The unlikely duo of Jin Zixun and Su She end up in the past somehow. They end up making a better world completely by accident while arguing with each other and trying to make things better for themselves while sabotaging each other's plans. Double bonus points if they end up in a romantic relationship by the end of everything! V Anon

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“He’s my friend,” Su She growled.

“So you say,” Jin Zixun sniffed. “How am I supposed to know if you’re telling the truth? From what I remember, you barely interacted – surely you don’t think a few polite smiles and a hello or two in public is enough to mean that you’re actually friends?”

Su She’s eye twitched.

“As I already told you,” he said through gritted teeth. “You were already dead by the point that we became good friends. We were friends for twenty years after you died.”

“I have only your word for that,” Jin Zixun pointed out. Quite reasonably, to his mind. “You have no proof. He certainly doesn’t seem to know who you are.”

“That’s because we’ve traveled in time!” Su She shouted. “He is literally fourteen years old! We won’t meet for another ten years! Of course he doesn’t remember me!”

“Well, then, I still think I have the better claim, in that case,” Jin Zixun said, and crossed his arms when Su She glared at him in disbelief. “I’m his cousin, aren’t I? You were only friends with him when you were older, but I’m still his cousin, right this moment.”

Another eye twitch.

Su She probably had a nervous disorder, Jin Zixun decided. It was undoubtedly highly unhealthy and would have probably led to an early death of apoplexy if he hadn’t been murdered first – which, upon questioning, Su She admitted he had been, so – hah! So there!

Jin Zixun wasn’t actually sure what exactly he thought he was winning, but he felt victorious, and that was basically good enough for him. He didn’t exactly have many opportunities for it back at home, not with the way people liked to whisper about him and even the servants who seemed to fawn on him looking at him with strange eyes when they thought he wasn’t looking. And, yes, maybe he took a little too much advantage of it whenever he was in a position of power, but you really couldn’t blame him for that; anyone would do the same if it were them and they were him.

Either way, it wasn’t actually important.

What was important, now that they were back in the past, was getting Jin Guangyao – well, he’d be still called Meng Yao at this point – on his side as soon as possible. Jin Zixun might not have ever liked Jin Guangyao, except maybe in the abstract sense that people were so horrified by the other man’s parentage that they completely forgot about any questions there might be about his own, but that didn’t mean he didn’t recognize how smart the man was. He’d fought his way up from nothing to become acknowledged as a direct heir of Lanling Jin, however far back in the inheritance list; he’d made his way as a spy in the Nightless City until he managed to assassinate Wen Ruohan in the midst of his glory; he’d even somehow managed to trick Chifeng-zun and Zewu-jun into swearing sworn brotherhood with a nobody like him, giving him exceptionally strong backing that was effective even in Lanling City.

He even managed to get both Jin Zixuan and Jin Zixun out of the way, based on the last few seconds of memory Jin Zixun had of his former life and what Su She had led slip in this one, and made his way to the very top of the heap, becoming Sect Leader Jin and even Chief Cultivator.

(And then he’d apparently managed to fuck it all right up, but that, Jin Zixun thought, was probably just his inheritance as a Jin – they were all exceptionally good at snatching defeat out of the jaws of victory, even if they preferred to pretend that each and every instance of that was just a coincidence.)

Either way, a brain like that?

Jin Zixun wanted it on his side.

Which would be easier if it weren’t for fucking Su She, who was some absolute nobody who’d been picked up as a Lan sect disciple and who’d apparently developed the world’s largest probably one-sided crush on Jin Guangyao.

“You should leave,” he haughtily informed Su She.

“I’m going absolutely nowhere. You think I’m leaving him with an asshole like you?”

“I’m not going to do anything to him!”

“No? Really? You’re not planning on sweeping in and winning his gratitude with some half-assed gesture and then playing on that to use him as your little slave for the rest of his life?”

…huh.

Maybe this Su She guy was also smart.

After all, Jin Guangyao probably didn’t keep dumb lackeys hanging around, and twenty years (supposedly) was a pretty long time to keep someone. Plus, if Jin Guangyao had somehow managed to win Su She’s loyalty, it couldn’t have been hard. What had he done? Smiled at him a few times? Remembered his name? Something dumb like that?

A good lackey was hard to find.

Jin Zixun gave Su She a thoughtful look, which for some reason made Su She look rather alarmed and take a solid two steps back.

“No, don’t go,” he said, and yet for some reason Su She, who just moments ago had declared he wasn’t going anywhere, started looking around as if he wanted to find an escape route. “Wait a moment. Maybe we can work on this together –”

By this, Jin Zixun meant that he would give the orders and Su She would do all the work, and judging from the ugly expression on Su She’s face he knew it, too.

“I have a connection to him that you don’t,” Jin Zixun reminded him. “Plus money and other resources, which you also don’t have. You need me.”

“I don’t need shit from you!”

“No? You’d rather get it from the Lan sect, then?”

Su She grimaced.

Score one point for him, Jin Zixun thought smugly. He might not be good at most things, but he was damn good at figuring out people’s weak spots.

He crossed his arms again and waited, confident in his success.

“Fine,” Su She finally spat after visually struggling with himself for a while. “We can work together for now.”

“Good,” Jin Zixun said. “Now, for our next move –”

“Who said you got to decide that?! I’m the one who knows him!”

“I’m in charge!”

“You are not!”

“Yes I am –”

“Who are you people?!” a miniature version of Jin Guangyao, only with no Jin sect golds and vermilion mark, suddenly shouted out the window, glaring down at them. “And don’t you know it’s the middle of the night?! Even the brothels have closed up already! Get out of here before I get someone to kick you both out!”

[pillow-anime-talk]

dating them.

synopsis: Some sweet, funny and also crazy moments in your relationship.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; romance; mild comedy; fluff; PDA; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. reki kyan, langa hasegawa, miya chinen, kaoru sakurayashiki & kojirou nanjou {sk8}

author’s note: so... i’m just in love with this anime...

— REKI

↘ He’s such a precious boy who cheers you up in the blink of an eye; I think he has an extra sense, so he knows when you feel worse than usual or when you are in even the slightest pain (for example, you bumped your elbow or you haven’t eaten breakfast before ‘cause you missed your alarm clock and therefore you have a stomachache).

↘ Reki is a supportive lover; whether you are passionate about singing, learning languages, reading manga, sewing mascots or painting, a seventeen-year-old will always be right next to you to praise what you do or the way you look. He will notice every, even stupid detail about you and mention it immediately when you’re going to hang out. He’s definitely your fan and doesn’t hide it. Additionally, if you introduce him to what you love, he will also get interested in it in a way and then he will come to you to show off what he has done like a sketch of the two of you or an opinion about the anime you recommended him three days ago.

↘ The boy is really devoted to you and loves physical contact; grabbing a hand, kissing on the cheek or forehead, cute texts in the morning it’s something totally normal for the two of you. I also think that Reki could melt if you run your fingers through his soft hair or make small braids for him, decorating his head with a few colored hairpins or hairbands.

↘ If you know how to skateboarding, he will be delighted and your dates will mostly be about riding together or learning new tricks. Plus, it’s another thing Reki loves about you and wow. He’s even bigger fanboy than before!

↘ However, if you have never ridden or even tried to do it, it doesn’t matter. A teen will be happy to be able to offer you some private lessons if you wish. Again, red-haired adores physical contact, so holding your hands/waist while you stand on his beloved skateboard will be a dream come true for him.

↘ He always has ticket for you, so you make a new banner for each race to support him. Hit me, but I’m 120% sure that after race (whether he won or lost it) he takes your pretty banners and hides them in this special box that has its place on his bedroom closet.

↘ Overall, Reki is a boy who fits to the definition of high school, first love.

— LANGA

↘ Your relationship is a bit more peaceful, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a bit of humor or abstraction.

↘ Langa loves your company so, so, so badly; Reki is quite hot-tempered and is literally everywhere, so when the two of you hang out together after school or at the weekend, blue-haired feels that he can breathe and relax every muscle in his body. You’re his comfort person, and your room is a safe place without fear and noise.

↘ He also enjoys physical contact, but much more prefers to show affection in private, for example in your home or in his own bedroom.

↘ His favorite type of PDA is cuddling; he prefers to be a big spoon and hug you from behind, but he has no problem hugging against your chest or warm stomach, especially when he feels down because of school or racing.

↘ I have a strange feeling that Langa is the type of romantic who would make an amazing Spotify playlist for the two of you so you could listen to the songs, cuddling each other in the bed.

↘ If you can skateboard that’s great! For sure you, Langa and Reki will be a good trio that will meet often in the skate park or in ‘S’. I’m also pretty sure he’ll cheer for you, but at the same time he’ll be very cute with it and definitely more calm than his bestie. For example, if you do a trick... you’ll get a quick kiss on the nose or Langa will buy you your favorite drink. He definitely likes to pamper you.

↘ If you don’t know how to skateboard but you really want to start skateboarding to share your lover’s passion... Well, he will definitely give you a short (long) monologue about how dangerous it is, and you need to be careful – because he knows best of all how a fall on butt or face hurts.

↘ He always keeps a tiny set of colored plasters in his jacket or pants pocket to take care of you in the case of an unexpected accident, as Reki used to care for him.

↘ He’s a good teacher, but he will definitely need to calm his emotions, because sometimes instead of showing you how to slide down the railing, he will suggest something more down-to-earth, like going to the cinema to watch the movie you mentioned three days ago.

— MIYA

↘ Ahh, my precious smol baby.

↘ You are Miya’s first partner, so he still thinks that he’s not good enough for you, although you always reassure him with a light peck on the nose that he’s the best thing that has happened to you and that you’re very glad that you can be with him in every good and bad moment.

↘ The teenager is terribly shy about any physical contact outside, so if you aren’t at home, don’t expect a ton of hugs or kisses from him. He much prefers when you two are alone – then he doesn’t feel overwhelmed by the gazes of other people, especially other skaters who like to make fun of him. 

↘ I swear I’ll bite and beat them all...

↘ Miya is a delicate soul and he really likes to feel that someone look after him, so in a relationship he definitely prefers when you cares for him. For example; just touch his soft hair, ask about his well-being or when he will have a race and a huge smile will appear on his face.

↘ I think if he feels that you are the only one for him... Maybe he will lend you his favorite hoodie with cat ears and tail? He’ll be overjoyed to see that you feel good in it. You look extremely cute, but he’ll never admit it. 

↘ It smells like him, like wet earth and a hint of sweet perfume, and although it’s a strange combination, it feels really beautiful, downright safe and homey.

↘ For the next holiday (your birthday, your anniversary, Valentine’s Day or Christmas), he will give you a sweatshirt that matches to his own. It will be in your favorite color and will also have an animal accessory, not necessarily catish, because if you prefer dogs, rabbits or cows... You know, there are many options.

↘ If you know how to skateboard, he will be really calm and will feel that finally someone will want to spend time with him, training and riding together; not like in childhood when everyone turned away from him. He will definitely be moved when you grab his smooth hand and offer a long ride in the park. He definitely loves praise, so give him praise every now and then when he does a nice trick. He will also compliment you more than once and even give you a kiss on the cheek (of course if nobody is watching!). He’s not good at words, but he tries!

↘ If you don’t know how to skateboard... He may be a bit skeptical, but naturally he’ll agree to a few lessons in front of your or his house. Of course you originally just wanted to be close to him and hold his hand more often than usual, but it turned out to be pretty fun! Now, training is your typical dates.

↘ Miya is a sweet boy and although he may not look like that, he’s really protective, often jealous and always puts you at first place.

— KAORU

↘ This beautiful man, this angel-looking ideal, this ahhhh... Being in a relationship with him is pure pleasure and daily healing for the soul.

↘ He’s a calm, understanding and loving partner. I think he’s a bit old fashioned but that only adds much more charm to his person.

↘ He often calls you his ‘dearest’, ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’, isn’t that cute?

↘ You two don’t go out on dates too often, but I think Kaoru loves to spend time at home, having tea or on the couch while one of you is reading a book and the other is listening to music or just sleeping. He definitely doesn’t look like that, but he loves PDA/cuddling and is the best at it!

↘ He also likes it when you suggest learning calligraphy together. He never forced you to do this, but when he first heard that you would like to meet one of his passions, he was really happy and immediately showed you how to write with ink on the special paper he had in his flat. Obviously, more than once you ask him to write a simple letter or word, because you just love his handwriting and how focused he seems. He’s really hot then, I swear to god!

↘ You love his long hair and are always eager to give him a new, nice hairstyle; normal braid or fishtail braid. Maybe a bun or a ponytail with a few hairpins? He loves everything you do on him. In addition, the gentle head massage you give him each time is the most soothing thing in the world for him.

↘ If you know how to skating... He’s really surprised, but that doesn’t mean he’s unhappy or angry. He wants to see what you can do right away and you will surely feel a sweet kiss on your forehead more than once when the trick will be good or even better than you both thought. He’s a supportive boy, but doesn’t show it as vehemently as Reki, for example; he prefers to smile at you or clap softly.

↘ If you don’t know how to skate yet, but you asked him to teach you how to even stand on it... I imagine Kaoru going pale and trying to distract you from this idea because, as an experienced skater, he’s afraid that you will hurt yourself like any beginner. But your big eyes and ruddy cheeks are his weaknesses, so he’ll trust both you and Carla and help you keep your balance on his beloved, black-violet board. Reward him later with quick kisses or give him his favorites, okay?

↘ To sum up, Kaoru is a good and honest lover. He definitely loves your company and won’t mind spending his free time seriously and frivolously with you.

— KOJIROU

↘ This guy is the definition of the sentence ‘Through the stomach to the heart’. Any objections? No. So let’s gooooo!

↘ Kojirou is a PERFECT second half. Both in character and appearance. If he fall in love with someone seriously, and it will be you, then know that he’ll care for you like about a member of the royal family; breakfasts in bed, an Italian supper, the perfect choice of wine for a chicken or steak are things that have become a sweet daily thing for you at some point.

↘ He loves to show you affection and absolutely has no problem doing it in public, even when he’s working or when you two are in a tight crowd on the train or in the ‘S’ before his race. He will kiss you hard on the lips, grab your skin on your butt or hug your waist. It’s just that everyone needs to know that you belong to him. He’s just as clingy as Reki, and sometimes even worse and bolder.

↘ Of course he has cute side; he likes to lie on the bed or the sofa with you on his chest. He loves being between your thighs and sleep there. He definitely has a weak point in that when you you run your finger on his tattoo or cook dinner with him, throwing ingredients at him and laughing out loud.

↘ Another romantic who uses thousands of pet names (like babey, cutie, doll, pumpkin, kitten). Plus, he loves to dance with you in the kitchen and steal a few kisses here and there. Also, if you aren’t looking, he likes to surprise you with a big, bear hug.

↘ I think he’s a bit impatient, so he doesn’t like to sit at home and prefers dates in crazy places (such as an amusement park, swimming pool, karaoke bar) – it’s his favorite way of spending your time together. As a gentleman, he always pays for you, unless you go faster and bring your ATM card to the card reader as first. But don’t be surprised when Kojirou will just buy you cotton candy or popcorn shortly afterwards.

↘ If you know how to skateboard, he’s as excited as a kid and will definitely offer you a date at the skate park. Naturally, he wants to show off to others what a super cool partner he has, but he also wants others to know that you’re here together to kick everyone’s asses with your abilities. You’re definitely a powerful couple and you have the matching necklaces!

↘ But if you don’t know how to skating then... well, well, well. Just be prepared that one day (without even asking for it) you’ll stand on his beloved board and he will grab your hips, smiling silly. He enjoy skin ship so this guy feels utopian when he can be near you. He definitely won’t spare you compliments, long pecks, and smack your butt when you do something great, so you have to get used to it... and it’s going to be a long training session, so good luck, my friend.

↘ He’s a funny guy, but he’ll never cross your limits, so don’t worry about that. However, he will always find a topic for conversation or a joke to relax the atmosphere or cheer you up. You will never be bored with him.

[looniecartooni]

Chapter 2

When we last left off, the nefarious Psycrow had walked towards the strange mansion, located in the strange portal dimension that had captured Psycrow's ship while he was looking for something to do on his vacation. He had woken up in a grave without anything- you probably remember all this already. Enough with the exposition!

Anyways- Psycrow makes his way to the mansion and kicks in its doors. Flashes of orange light quickly rush away from him, but he hardly notices. As he tromps his way through the halls, he takes note of the decor. Many of the paintings on the wall seem to depict a mysterious shadow figure with orange and yellow striped eyes and a long, twisty neck. It vaguely looked to be some sort of owl.

Each painting had a different person or creature with the owl except for one abstract piece of the owl itself in a room full of clocks. It was the only picture of it where it looked sad and melancholy, like one of those famous sad clown portraits you see on TV. But Psycrow was having none of the decor.

"Tuh! This guy looks like a real goody two shoes," he scoffed, scanning his surroundings. He keeps swearing he hears something behind him. He observes one of the paintings in a pout. "Look at him with all these people so sappily happy. I bet he's one of those 'I want to be everybody's friend!' kind of guys. Pah! Makes me sick! I'll show him my friend."

He reaches for his gun again, but then remembers, "Right. I don't have that... That happy sappy guy took it from me! Well- I'd better arm myself with somethin'. Otherwise I might be at a disadvantage. " He continues to search the house. He also tries to reassure himself that his new foe is no one to fear. "Ha- I bet the best he can do is make portals to elsewhere. That would explain all the friends..." The crow chortles to himself, "He has all that power and all these riches- and the best he can do is look for friends! Ha! That's ridiculous."

Psycow did not forget his wake-up call into this place, but on top of the creepiness of the mansion and the feeling of being watched, he wanted to assure himself that he was dealing with some chump and not some crazy murderer with an insane amount of power. He hesitantly opens a door into a room which appears to have an orange gem just floating in a giant chair near some books. The crow's eyes widen and a wide smile comes across his face.

An excited, crow-ish laugh belts out from him. "That's a shiny object," he says, "that's mine for the taking!" He fumbles his way towards it, chortling the whole way. "Oh ho- and it feels like it holds some kind of power. That'll be useful for when I get out of here... and perhaps finally destroy that pesky Earthworm Jim!"

He tried hoping onto the leg of the couch, hoping to grab the fabric and climb his way up. But alas... he can't. He starts flapping his arms/wings as he jumps in the air, but he still can barely make his way to the gem, let alone the chair itself. He kicks the leg of the chair in frustration, only to stub his toe and yell in frustration and agony. As he hops back and forth, holding his injured toe, he starts to feel a presence right behind him. An eerie yet cheerful presence.

He looks behind himself to see the owl- creature from the paintings. It's head is about as tall as the man-sized crow and its neck stretched far... FAR away from it's body. Psycrow screams and jumps back into the leg of the chair while the figure gives a little owl-ish chortle.

"Oh good- you're awake!" they say in a happy, excited tone. His head falls to the floor, going right through it, followed by its impossibly long neck and its body. Psycrow watches as it vanishes. He takes a moment to process this person's movements, slowly walking towards where they vanished. "I was wondering when you'd come join us."

Psycrow jumps and screams again, looking at a now closer-to-his-sized owl man. Their wings covered their body like a cloak and their neck was still uncomfortably long. The neck slowly reeled itself back to a normal length followed by the head resting on top of it's shoulders, but the face did not move, and the eyes kept staring straight into his soul. Psycrow had seen many strange things in his travels, but he had never seen anything like this.

The owl creature chuckled, "Hoo hoo- I can understand wanting a nap before a party. I do it all the time. But now that you're awake- we can get it started!"

"Huh? Party? Party?!" asked the crow, "You brought me here, robbed me of all my stuff, and buried me in the ground for a stupid party?!" He grabbed the shadowy owl by the shoulders and shook it back and forth, causing it's neck to wobble and it's eyes to spin while the space crow kept yelling, "I didn't ask to come to a party! What kind of person invites a person to a party that way anyways?!"

The owl slightly pushed away the frustrated crow with his foot and scowled at him slightly. "Well- I'm certainly not inviting you with that kind of attitude," they said, then they turned away and continued to reprimand Psycrow. "Yelling in my face and shaking me is quite rude. And I won't tolerate manners such as those at my party. If you want me to change my mind, you'd better apologize real quick."

Psycrow felt bad and took a moment calmly recollected himself and sincerely apologize. "Sorry," he said, "Guess I'm just a little on edge. Things have just been crazy since I got here, y'know?"

The owl looked back in confusion and concern. "I tried to make it comfortable," it said, hoping their new friend wasn't getting the wrong impression of it's hospitality. "You looked like you were dying to attend tonight's party and were getting tired of waiting."

"I never said I wanted to attend your party..."

"You didn't? But I could've sworn I heard you say you wanted to come to my party!"

"I said no such thing!"

"Yes you did- you said, 'If only I had something to look forward to, like an event or an invitation to Barnaby's party."

"Who's Barnaby?!"

"Who?! Oh! Hoo hoo hoo- I forgot to introduce myself. That's me- I'm Barnaby."

"Oh, uh- Psycrow."

The crow offered out his hand- er- wing out for a handshake. The owl then offered out his hand- er- foot in return and the both shook... their appendage equivalent to a hand. The owl chortled, "Hoo hoo hoo- nice to meet you."

Psycrow noticed that this bird felt very soft, but also oddly slimy. The owl also noticed something about it's reluctant guest. They leaned their head in for a closer look at their new friend's face. Psycrow began to feel intimidated and uncomfortable yet again. "Um... whatcha doin' there?" he asked confusedly.

Barnaby's face was practically pressing against the helmet Psycrow was wearing, and his striped eyes scanned his face up and down trying to assess what was up with this odd guest. Psycrow gulped in fear and tried to keep himself from shaking.

"Wh- why you're alive!" exclaimed Barnaby, finally backing away from Psycrow's personal space.

"Err- well," began Psycrow, visibly shaking, "aren't you?"

"Oh hoo hoo hoo- nope!"

"Oh... well that's uh- HUH?!"

The owl laughed again, "I thought you were already dead! Silly me! Well- that can easily be fixed." Barnaby then smiled and pulled out a knife from beneath his wings. Psycrow then screamed.

But then he remembered he knew how to use a gun! Only to remember he didn't have a gun and that he was dealing with a ghost! A ghost with a very strong gem on it's chest, holding a knife, and running straight towards him! And thus, Psycrow laughed nervously before he began to run as fast as he could away from the murderous owl, screaming like he had just seen the national debt of America and booked it for the nearest exit.

Barnaby followed suit, growing larger and stretching his neck to try to catch up with the frightened crow. "You don't have to die by stabbing," they called out. "We can find a more exciting way for you to die!"

End of Chapter 2

BBU/EWJ Fanfic- Embarrassing at Best Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Although this story does feature a character created by Doug TenNapel, the creator does not and is strongly against his views. This is also not meant to ship the characters in anyway. The story is simply meant to mimic the style of both characters' universes to the best of the creator's ability on the fly while trying to be entertaining. Whether it is good or bad will be your personal preference. Thank you and hope you have fun reading this.

*Ahem*

Our story begins in space where the villainous Psycrow (Scourge of the Spaceways) has found himself bored while flying through space in his giant spacecraft.

"I'm bored," he says as he looks out the window at the vast nothingness of space. "I've been working so much lately. I finally get a chance to go on vacation and I can't even find anything to do! Yeesh... there's got to be a planet somewhere out here that's got some kind of entertainment. Some place I've never been to."

The old bounty hunter checks the monitor on his control system to locate a planet he hasn't yet plundered or gotten a bounty on his head for. But there doesn't seem to be too many places he can find within his vicinity. He was certainly far enough from any place Earthworm Jim would find him on. And far enough away from Insectica to be roped into whatever delivery shenanigans he'd have to do for Professor Monkey For a Head or Queen Pulsating-Malformed-ect. ect. Slug for a Butt. And certainly- there was no chance of a cow falling on his head all the way in this part of the galaxy. Yet, he still yearned for at least some sort of excitement- even if it just meant hunting down some sort of jewel in a booby-trapped cave somewhere.

He sighed. "When did my life come to this? So tied up with work that nothing else seems to make me happy. If only I had something to look forward to, like an event of sorts or a party invitation."

Just then- as if the universe heard his woes, a giant portal opened in front of his ship. The monitor was blinking like it had never blinked before, warning of the oncoming danger in front of him. He screamed, nearly falling out of his chair, before staring at the warning lights around him. Then- the power of the ship simply ceased. In confusion, he looked out the window to take another look at the portal. "Great," he grumbled, "A wormhole. Just what I needed. I try to get away from worms- and the universe opens a giant wormhole in front of me. Just great. Huh... it doesn't appear to be pulling in the ship."

Just then, a giant arm- wait- a giant leg belonging to a giant bird reaches it's way out of the portal. It's giant hand-like foot grabs the top of the ship and starts pulling it towards the opening of the portal. Psycrow screams again as his ship gets quickly jostled through the portal and into another dimension!

"AAAAAH!!!"

As soon as he gets through- he sees only darkness. A nothingness less than that of space. But it doesn't take him long to realize that he's been buried. He quickly scrambles his way out of the dirt and reaches towards the surface, like a zombie rising from the grave. As soon as his head makes it above the surface, he turns to see that he is in a grave. A grave with his picture on it and the eyes crossed out. He quickly jumps out of the grave and catches a glance at the mysterious mansion/castle in front of him. After coming to his senses, only one thing crosses him mind... money.

"A giant mansion in the middle of nowhere," he says aloud, recovering from his shock, "and they dare thought they mess with me? Oh ho- I'm going to be rich..."

He reaches for his handy stun gun (which one couldn't even catch him dead without) and quickly discovers that it's missing! His entire utility belt is missing! Along with his jet pack!

"Gah!" He hollers, "they robbed me before I could get to them! Ooh- that does it! Someone's going to wish they never messed with the nefarious Psycrow! (Scourge of the Spaceways)."

Our antagonist makes his way to the mansion, not aware of the ghastly dangers that await him once he enters...

End of Chapter 1...

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c22. Tarantella.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs, mentions of mafia-type organisations.

song to listen to when reading this: Napule è, Pino Daniele.

abstract: This is Jude. are you not excited to see if I died? go on and read to see what happened, not my proudest moment, but still. you get a little glimpse of me as a baby, how joyous… I bet you didn't expect last chapter uh? Hell of a journey, hopefully we're almost done with the suffering! enjoy.

She always took the same route, met the same people in the same spots. She usually got dropped off in the 'Spanish Neighbourhood'. They weren't so turistic back then. She remembers them vividly. She remembers the smell of food, the smell of fried, oily food. The voices. The blue sky, the sun was always shining on her. She remembers the markets, the noise of people screaming, the graffiti, pairs of shoes thrown over the power lines. They used them to signal a member of a family was in prison, or that in the building lived someone who dealt drugs. It was common knowledge, the police knew. Where she's from, it is said the Camorra has a special seat at the dinner table. It's history, it's culture. It's in the economy, it's inside politics, it's in the institutions. Those who should protect us are corrupt, or too afraid to go against it. It's in the police, in the bourgeoisie. In the Church.

The Camorra is a mafia-type criminal organisation, one the oldest criminal organisation in the south of Italy. Naples based. The Camorra's organisational structure is divided into individual groups called "clans". Every capo or "boss" is the head of a clan, with hundreds of affiliates, depending on the clan's power and structure. It's really bad represented in movies, it's actually pretty morbid. All it takes is a glance, all it takes to get what you want is the fact that you're part of a clan. I am talking contracts, certificates, loans, money and permissions. Everyone is scared over there. Everyone lives in fear and in denial, everyone accepts it because, trust me, it's better this way. People get melted in acid, you know. And if anyone asks, no there is no criminality here! No Camorra here. They usually deal drugs, they do money laundering. Every now and then if two clans get in a fight, which can last for decades, people will die. Children die all of time. If you're born inside a family that's part of a clan, you've basically sold your soul to criminality. Boys especially tend to be extremely proud of their origins, they have fun playing with guns and power, they die young but with fame. Baby boss, that's what they're called. Being dangerous and feared is the real accomplishment. It's what girls seek in a man, the fame, the possessiveness and violent jealousy.

Her story was a little different. Her mother was the dealer in the family along with her uncle, her dad was already in prison when she was born. Even when she was in her momma's belly, she would hear her uncle's voice, talking to her mom. The things he would say. All the sex they had, she was born with a migraine. Her older brother Edoardo died in a shooting. She knows who killed him, she debated killing him for a long time. Her little sister, Maria Adele, was the first in many generations to do something else with her career, which meant being a normal child who went to school and liked drawing. She on the other hand, helped mom with the family business. No one would ever suspect a little girl with a pink backpack to sell heroin around Naples. They realised she was perfect for the job when she was caught playing with some bullets on the kitchen floor as a toddler. Her uncle did her homework after school, so she could work. The only thing she did other than that was ballet class, to have an alibi. She met other kids or adults in specific places to sell the same amounts of heroin and get paid. Sometimes, the grown ups would touch her hair and call her beautiful. '*F'o cess, e damm i soldi',* she would respond. It means 'shut your mouth and give me the money'. She learned all her swear words from her uncle.

She had a specific route she followed, she would walk for hours and at the end of the day she would go back to her mom, give her the money and keep a small percentage. Now, we're not talking about a few hundred dollars a day. We're talking good money, money that lasted her a long time, dirty money that paid for her education. That was how her mom was raising her. You get a part of what we make, cause you work. If you work hard, you'll get more. If you disobey, Tarantè… She knew already. There was no escaping. Or so she thought. Truth is, she quite liked that life up until she was 13. Then she really started to understand what being part of a clan meant, and if you're thinking shiny cars, a mansion of a house, parties and sparkly dresses, you're reading the wrong story. I don't know who told you that was what mafia meant, but they're mistaken. She had blood on her hands for the first time when she took revenge for her brother’s death. She was the youngest terrorists Naples had ever seen. Her actions reached the news.

The Camorra is indescribable. It's terrorist attacks to journalists and activists who end up dead on a daily basis, while trying to tell the country how corrupted the south is. It's killing your family members, is constant fight and constant fear. It's wanting to commit crimes from a young age, cause your brother got killed. Knowing the meaning of rage and revenge too soon. And liking it, liking the power, the control, liking that everyone knows when you're walking by, they should keep their eyes on the ground. But it's also casualties, civilians getting killed by mistake and being able to do absolutely nothing about it. It's not trusting the government and the institutions, it's a parasite that's devouring Italy from the inside out. The Camorra sits at the table with you. There is no justice. No faith.

Arash pressed the red button on her phone and ended the call. 'Get up.' He said. She slowly did as he said, her legs nearly giving out. 'Please…' she murmured and he pressed the gun firmly in the back of her head. 'Shut up!' he screamed, 'How could you?' She realised this was an opportunity. She had to use what she knew about him, she had to use her skills and press his soft spots. If he screamed someone would hear him. He spoke again, still from behind her. 'I should have never brought you that prophecy, I should have known you wouldn't understand'. His voice was filled with sorrow and anger, she could have sworn he was shaking. 'I know, I- ' He cut her off, she didn't feel the gun anymore for a second. He grabbed her arm and turned her around, she suppressed a scream at the sudden gesture. He was waving the gun in the air while speaking, taking a step towards her and caging her between his body and the table. 'Shut up! You know nothing!' She had to make him scream again, 'You betrayed me Jude, you fucking sold me to them!' She tried to look apologetic and focus on his face and not the gun he was frantically shaking in the air. She felt guilty. Not only because she was about to die, but because he was right. 'I didn't know what to do…' she tried, and that only made him more furious. He didn't respond, only shut her up one more time. He grabbed her by the shoulder shoving her away from the desk. 'You did the wrong thing.'

She tried to protest but his grip was firm. He opened the door of the office and peeked in the corridor. He grabbed her arm and hid the gun in his belt. One hand on her arm one around the back of her neck. She twisted her shoulders in pain, feeling his grip tighten, he was pulling her hair and practically dragging her by the neck. She whimpered in pain, he urged her to shut up. They walked in the direction of the main exit, then they started to see people. Soldiers, pilots. She heard him cuss under his breath and she thought about screaming. She should have shouted, she should have called for help. Arash grabbed his gun and forced her to turn around towards the stairs. She felt the gun press on her side before she could say anything. 'Walk' he urged. He wrapped an arm around her to hide the gun between their bodies. Her arms were stiff at her sides. 'I'll tell them to let him go.' She murmured. 'I'll call them and tell them it was a mistake and to let him go.' They climbed the stairs, at this point she didn't know where he was taking her. 'Fucking shut up!' he said again, louder this time. He threw her on the stairs. She felt a sting of pain vibrate over her whole body, she fell face down, her knees on the concrete of the stairs. He quickly grabbed her again, she felt like he could rip her hair from her scalp. They reached the fourth floor, she realised that was where Laswell's office was. He's gonna kill us both.

He was speaking Farsi by that point, he was reciting what sounded like a prayer. He pushed her in from of Kate's office, knocking on the door. No one answered. When he knocked again she realised he was getting mad, looking around nervously to see if anyone was coming, sweat forming on his forehead. He suddenly cursed out loud and took a step back. He shot the lock to open the door, she screamed at the noise, someone fucking hear me please. He pushed her inside so hard she fell. She felt pathetic. She had to fight. She quickly rose to her feet and took cover behind Laswell's desk. The room was dark, the blinds closed. She looked at him like a deer in headlights from behind the desk, looking for something, anything. Concealed weapon, a fucking paper clip. She felt Arash's shadow on her from the other side of the desk, which made her take a few steps back. I need more time. 'How did you know it was me?' she asked. Her throat was dry, her hand slightly shaking. Make him pity you. 'I heard you on radio.' He answered. Simon..? 'You're the reason my people died.' She squinted her eyes and shook her head. 'War is the reason your people died.'

'NO!' He raised the gun, holding it with both hands. He was shaking too. She raised her arms in the air, 'It's because you told them, you stupid cunt!' He took a step towards her, she closed her eyes with a whimper of fear. 'You told them, you betrayed me! They would't have found us Jude!' She felt sorrow and regret in his voice, he must have been hurt. She had hurt him, it wasn't just rage and violence, it was because he believed his secret would be safe with her. The gun was close enough to be pressed to her forehead. Just one more step ahead. 'You did this, you deserve to fucking die now…'

She ducked down under the desk when the door flew open and Arash got distracted for a split second. People stepped in and two shots were fired. One landed inside Arash's thigh. One made the window next to her shatter to pieces. The second bullet was aimed exactly at where she had been standing.

notes: I got emotional reading this back!!!

I always get a little tense when I see people writing about mafia bosses and what not, cause they romanticise something that is very real and fucking dangerous in Italy. of course, this is a free space and you can write what you want, I am a true believer in the concept of don't like it, don't read it. but, if you want to know, I will give you what mafia really is in Italy. you can do with this what you want. it's culture, it's new knowledge.

notes: Tarantella is my favourite nickname ever, Tarantè for short. Tarantella is a common group dance in southern Italy, in which women dance with their hair down, some bacchanal thing. The music gets faster and faster. So Tarantella is a nickname for someone who gets mad easily and likes to fight, typical for girls that are not shy and quiet. Also, tarantola, which is the origin of the word means tarantula, the spider. isn't it perfect for Alba, I'm in love.

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[harryhartmybeloved]

Harry Hart x GN Reader - Hallway Hugs

A/n - I’m a bit stressed so this won’t be my best work sorry :/

Summary - Y/n seems a little bit down so before Harry and Y/n’s next mission together, he cheers them up.

Warnings - Eggsy says the word Hell (I’m not sure if that needs a warning but I’m doing it anyway)

Also, you are agent Percival. I’ve wasted most of my brain cells today and I’m way too tired to think of a decent agent name and the events of Golden Circle never happened. 

This could also be read as both a platonic and romantic story.

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As soon as you walked into the Kingsman HQ, Harry knew something was up. You didn’t say your usual “Hello.” to him when you walked past the man and headed straight to Arthur for the debriefing of a mission you and another agent Arthur had yet to name had to go on.

“Agent Percival,” Arthur nods his head towards you while you move to sit in the chair designated to you and fiddle with your thumbs a bit until your superior speaks again. 

“Agent Galahad,” he says, motioning for Harry to go and sit in his designated chair. Harry looks to you and smiles after sitting down. It was barely visible, but you caught it and force your lips to smile back at him for a second before looking in Arthurs direction as he begins to speak.

“Agents, I’m sure you’ve heard about the disappearances of a couple of Statesmen’s own correct?” Arthur questions.

“Yes, heard it from Merlin yesterday.” you respond, more formally and monotone than usual. Harry only responds with a nod of agreement while he stares at you as if he’s trying to figure out what’s stopped your gears from working because he’s slightly worried that your current attitude could potentially be a long-time thing.

“Well, we have a lead that could possibly be the key to finding the missing Statesmen agents. I’ve had Merlin notify the Statesmen and Champagne has already sent over a couple of agents to follow up the lead. Unfortunately, they’re low on available high-ranking agents to help with the mission so I’ve stepped in and offered for a few of ours to join the search-” you decided that was all you needed to hear before going off into the abstract confines of your own mind, daydreaming for the rest of the debrief.

Harry only grew more concerned as the debrief went on. His attention was going from listening to Arthur speak to looking at you with worried eyes. You seemed completely out of it, and that was what worried him the most. You would usually try to pay attention to these types of things so you knew what kind of danger you were getting into but not today it seemed and as the debrief finished and you walked out of the room, Harry swiftly followed you.

“Y/n,” he says, capturing your attention. You turned around to see the older gentleman behind you and smiled softly at him. He did the same back as he open his mouth to say something.

“You seem down today my dear, is everything alright?” he moves a step closer to you and patiently waits for a response. 

“I’m okay thanks Harry,” you looked down at your feet which indicated to Harry that you were indeed, not okay and so, Harry being the true gentleman that he was, gently pulled you towards him and embraced you, hoping you’d feel a little better after seeing how much he loved you (As a friend or romantic partner, it’s up to you how you interpret this part).

After a few minutes of you both hugging it out, you hear somebody clearing their throat behind Harry.

“Oi, what did I tell you two about hugging in the middle of the hallway?” your colleague and good friend Eggsy pipes up before you pull away from Harry to let Eggsy through. You swear you heard him mutter something along the lines of “Bloody hell.” as he passed which made you chuckle quietly before directing your attention to Harry.

“How are you feeling now..?” the man besides you asks. He hopes he’s helped you, even if just by a tiny amount.

“I’m feeling a whole lot better now Harry, thank you.” you say, an actual smile finally lighting up your features.

“You’re welcome love.”