#this show is so unhinged but it definitely scratches an old part of my brain

[bearnuix]

✧ Undercover High School ༄ Ep05 ⸰ ｟ 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓... ｠

[marjansmarwani]

Favorite Fandom Memories

thanks to @strandnreyes, @welcometololaland, and @reyesstrand for the tag!

Obviously I am feeling super normal about the show ending in just a few days. I may not be as present on here these days but this show and this community still mean a lot to me and it definitely feels like the end of an era. Thanks to @thisbuildinghasfeelings for the idea and a way to even start to express it all.

The theorizing: I'm going to miss this part so much. The long, nonsensical rambling theories I wrote out were fun enough on their own, but to have people both validating them and adding on to them? Times I will never forget. It all felt unhinged in the best way. Engagement watch in season 3? Ice storm theories during the S2/S3 break? Breakup theories during the ice storm arc? Wildly guessing and extrapolating from the few images we were given and going through clips frame by frame? Absolutely nothing will ever compare to that thrill.

The characters: I could go on for ages about how much I love all of these characters, literally every one of them (yes, even Owen. He's a mess but I love to pick apart that mess). I don't think I have ever encountered any piece of media where I truly do love and appreciate every single one of the cast of characters as much as I do this one. Could some of them have used more development and focus? Absolutely. Do I still love them anyways? Obviously. Also, on a personal note: Marjan Marwani means so much to me.

Writing: the thing I love the most about this show is how it somehow managed to unlock the creative part of my brain again and got me writing after years of not being able to. I wrote 131 fics for this fandom. For a while I was publishing at least 1 fic a week. I wrote AUs that I never thought I would be able to and explored themes and characterizations that I developed and built on. Not to mention so OCs (Mya, my beloved). I wrote long form works that I poured my entire soul into (the teacher au has so much of me in it) and works that I spent months planning and writing and rewriting. Unfortunately my writing brain checked out again before the end but maybe someday I will finish some of the things I have started. There are at least 80 wips at various levels of completeness sitting on my google drive. Maybe someday they will make their way off the drive and into the world. My writing grew and improved as I went and by the end I wrote 705,332 words for this fandom. I would not change a single sentence of any of it.

The community: we may not have always agreed and there may have been some drama, but overall this was the most pleasant and engaging fandom experience I have ever had. And I am a fandom old. Even if we only interacted in passing know that I appreciated you and what you brought to the community.

Friends <3: I have met so many wonderful people through this fandom and though we may not talk as much as we once did know that I still love you and that I will always be a message away. My life has changed a ridiculous amount throughout the course of this show and fandom (4 moves, 3 jobs, 1 cat, and a shit ton of medical stuff just to scratch the surface) but there were always people there to talk to about all of it or none of it, depending on the day. There are even people that I have had the pleasure of meeting in person and bringing our friendship outside of the digital sphere. I also had the absolute amazing fortune to meet one of the best friends I have ever had through this fandom and for that I will forever be grateful.

In typical fashion, I have once again rambled. But I have a lot of feelings and the only way I know to express them is writing (which may explain the over 700k of fic I've churned out). No pressure tagging a few people but regardless of if you do it or not thanks for coming on this ride with me.

@justaswampdemon @moviegeek03 @pragmatic-optimist @morganaspendragonss @doublel27 @terramous @bellakitse @sunshineacd @kiras-sunshine @detectivecarlosreyes @lire-casander @futures-tense @dancer-me @maxbegone @iboatedhere @avacoleman @futures-tense

[yandere-wishes]

Demon Tomura Shigaraki

When (Y/N) had first heard that she would be inheriting her great aunt's house she was overjoyed. Sure it was in a secluded woods outside of a small town, but to the young girl, it just seemed like a new adventure. (Y/N) had never personally known her great aunt outside of the occasion stories her grandmother would let slip. From what little (y/n) had heard, the old women had seemed rather... anomalous. Always running off to some abandoned church or spooky old woods in the dead of night. Mumbling what her grandmother had described as spells in an unknown tongue. And sometimes even rambling on about monsters and demons and the macabre in all its glory. (Y/N) was easily able to shrug off the women's odd habits as an adolescent phase. It was more so her death that seemed to intrigue the young women. About a two weeks ago in the early hours of dawn, her mother and she had been awoken by a call from (Y/N)'s grandmother, informing them that her sister had died under what doctor we're calling "mysterious" circumstances. She’d been discovered by the mailman, who had smelled something burning when he’d come to deliver the mail and had thought it best to investigate. Bizarrely the front door was open, yet inside showed no signs of a break in. When the young man had reached the elderly women’s room he was nauseated by the sight that awaited him. One half of her body had been burned so severely that it was unrecognizable. Parts of her nightgown had melted and dissolved into her now crispy blackened flesh. Her eye on the right side of her face was closed, the eyes lids covered in black ash. Her left side, on the other hand, was scratched so vigorously that blooded had leaked from the wounds and dripped onto the bed. her left eye was missing or at least it was until the mailmen took two steps in only to feel something squish beneath his shoes. When he’d look at the bottom of his shoe he noticed small red droplets. Upon looking at the ground he noticed a white, black and blue mush with red and blue veins lying about. More blood pooled around the compressed optic. The mailman had run out and informed the police immediately, they found him tucked in on himself crying and shaking. Four hours later (Y/N)’s grandmother had been notified and she had called her daughter and granddaughter seconds later. The police could not find any clues leading to a murderer and had thus dubbed it an open investigation. This all happened two weeks ago, and now (Y/N) found herself face to face with the alleged house of horrors. For a place that had withstood a horrific murder, it looked rather nice. It had a forest brown color, camouflaging it in with its scenery. The roof was pointed and a darker shade of brown than the rest of the house. The windows were large, yet covered by curtains preventing the new owner from getting a glimpse inside. Steedly (Y/N) made her way for the giant oak doors, slipping her silver key into the hole and turning it with a click the door unlocked and the (H/C) turned the doorknob opening the barrier between the forest and whatever lurked inside. Once inside (Y/N) looked around the house it was dusty and somewhat missed matched yet intact. In front of her, a wooden staircase leads up to the second floor, where (Y/N) guessed the rooms where located. A quick glimpse around and she found a hallway to her left that led to a spacious living room. To her right was yet another hall, this one thinner in width and shorter in length. It led to a dining area with a connected kitchen. (Y/N) made a quick mental note to empty out the fridge when she finished unpacking. Trudging her way up the old staircase suitcase in hand the young lady’s mind wandered back to what her grandmother had said about her great aunt. She desperately wanted to look around for evidence, maybe she could find out what had really happened that fateful night. Making a sharp turn the girl was greeted by four rooms huddled in a corner. She blinked then slowly opened to door closest to her, the wood creaked as she stepped inside. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, an old dresser with a mirror, a wooden closet, and a tiny nightstand. Opening the closet (Y/N) quickly deduced that this must have been her great aunt's bedroom. The clothes inside were all dark and dreary looking, noting you would expect an old woman to have. In the next room there where book selves all placed next to each other covering the three walls. “The library, Nana never said that her sister liked to read..” (Y/N) mumbled. Leaving the door open as a reminder to return later, she quickly headed for the next room. This one was large and didn’t seem to have had a previous occupant. “Perfect” she cheered. (Y/N) quickly started to unpack. Throwing her pajamas on the bed and grabbing some hangers from the closet, halve heartedly putting each clothing item on one and moving onto the next. She plugged her charger by the nightstand, deciding to give her mother a call tomorrow. Figuring it best to sleep now and commence with cleaning the house in the morning. By the time that (Y/N) had finished her chores the next day, it was already late in the afternoon. Putting off shopping for food and new modern furniture until the weekend just planning to outside at whatever fast food joint was closest. For now though (Y/N) decided to go and explore the library, maybe by some miracle it would reveal a clue or two about the old owner's death. Once inside the book filled room (Y/N) ran her fingers over the spines of each book. Shock and confusion overtaking her as she read each one. “Curses of the forest”, “The book of the dammed”, “Rites of hell” man Nana wasn’t kidding, her sister really was unhinged.” One book however made (Y/N)’s finger stop in place, she turned to the book that seemed much older than the rest. Gentilly plucking it from the shelf, she ran her hand over the cover removing the thick coat of dust that lay on it. “Decay” was the only word written on the title, the black ink almost seemed to slither about, each letter twisting and looping around the other. As the young girl flipped to the first-page eyes scanning the first word. She was suddenly pulled back, a strong hand grasping around her neck, slender fingers digging into her neck. “Hey, little girl that’s my book!” the voice was definitely masculine and seemed to have a childlike edge to it. Automatically (Y/N)’s hands flew up to the one assaulting her neck, scratching it and choking out pleas to be set free. Yet the man kept squeezing, tiny black circles danced in (Y/N)’s vision, multiplying by the minuted, one last choked out, unintelligible pleas and she went limp. When the (H/C) came to she gasped for air, greedily taking in as much as she could, inflating her lungs with more oxygen then they truly needed. Her fingers traced her neck searching for some reminder of the assault, for a moment she thought she must have hit her head and imagined the whole thing. But then her fingers reached a certain spot that was tender and hurt to be touched. Were these bruises? She quickly ran to her great aunt’s room looking into the dresser mirror, sure enough, there were four bruises on her neck where the fingers had grasped. there however seemed to be a missing one separating the second and fourth finger. Panicked the girl turned around to run out the door, only to be hit something solid the force pushed her back and she quickly elevated her gaze to stare at two blazing red eyes. Petrified the girl screamed, a loud piercing noise, that she hoped would carry out into the town. The intruder flinched and took a step back. And just like that, he disappeared. (Y/N) didn’t stop screaming until her throat was raw. What the hell had she just seen? The next few days where queer and unsettling, things in the house would mysteriously turn to dust, doors and windows would randomly open and shut, to top it all off a blood-curdling laugh seemed to ever be present. (Y/N) had tried to leave the house on multiple occasions only to end up pinned to a wall or be faced with a door that just wouldn’t open. A handful of days had passed and the limited amount of food that the girl had found in the basement was running dangerously short. Opening one of the remaining cans of beans (Y/N) made her way into the living room. Upon entry, her gaze automatically flickered to a man with light blue hair and grey horns sitting on the couch. Her grip on the can went limp and it fell to the ground with a “CLUNK” noise, spilling its contents on the floor. The man merely laughed the same blood-curdling laugh that had been circling the house. He slowly pushed himself from his resting place, trudging to where (Y/N)  was. Without hesitation (Y/N) fisted her hand and leaned in to punch the pale man. Faster then she could have thought he cough her punch with four fingers, straining his thumb out at an odd angle to avoid touching her fingers. “Who the hell are you!!” (Y/N) demanded. The pale thin man simply tilted his head. “Tomura Shigaraki” came his simple reply. “Thank you that was helpful but I was kind of hoping you’d explain why you're in my house!” (Y/N) yelled furiously. “Who said this was your house sweetheart? I’ve been haunting this place since my old plaything summed me here decades ago” Tomura explained annoyance evident in his tone. Plaything what did he mean by that and summon who would want this chapped psycho living with them. Reading the confusion on her face, Tomura began to explain “I’m a demon you idiot surprised you haven’t figured it out yet, man brains do not run in your family! The old hag summoned me some time ago when she was still young and fun to mess with. But well she grew old and I grew bored.” (Y/N)'s eyes widened “You killed her! You freak she was tortured how the hell can you be so cruel?!” Tomura’s shoulders slumped “You really are stupid aren’t you! Demon, women, I literally crawled out of hell. And hey the women’s been boarding me for years it was time I got something new to play with!” (Y/N)’s eye twitched ever so slightly “ Listen freak she wasn’t a plaything and I’m not a toy!! Also what kind of stupid demon is named Tomura?” The pale creature glared at the audacious girl. “Where you expecting something like Azazel or Malacoda!” He yelled. “Kind of” she replied. The demon began to shake in rage, within a split second he pinned (Y/N) to the ground. his knees jabbing into her thighs. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, middle finger hovering right above. “Toys aren't supposed to talk back you're supposed to do as I say!” (Y/N) struggled under the demon’s hold. Yet all he did in return was title his head and smile a nerve-wracking smile showing off his sharp fangs. “oppos don't struggle now I don’t want to denigrate my new dolly so soon”. (Y/N)’s eyes widen as tears pooled at the sides. She didn’t want to remain in this haunted house a second longer with this cruel, murderous demon. At that moment though her thoughts weren’t on how much she regretted coming here, how much she despised her great aunt or even how much time she had before he killed her. No all she was thinking about was the blazing red eyes that stared into her own eyes and how much terror they felt her with