#urk pretty boi is killing me

[yorshie]

I am... so Done with this sketch with a captial D just release it into the wilds of tumblr maybe I'll love it after a day or so and be able to work on it again.

Edit: reference photo was a still of Henry cavill from the movie immortals, I’ve been saving it to draw leo but I haven’t quite figured out how to capture it because the pose is Henry running AND twisting and askhaskkjdlabfad-

[thetentaclecommander]

This is an 18+ blog. Pretty much anything under the Ao3 archive warnings section, and then some can and will likely be represented here, so no histrionics, plz. I don't have a DNI or 'required reading' but do have 'things' listed at post bottom in case they are like deal breakers or whatever so you cannot say you weren't given advance warning as to my content. *I will not waste my time reading DNIs or Carrds. The block button is a great (sex) toy and you are free to use it at will. I sure as hell do.* +++ FAQ Who is this? Hi, I’m TTC

I write Nemesis and Jill boning a lot. For the plot, supposedly. Been doing so forever ago. What are you? An immortal sentient tentacle who moonlights as a jaded fandom old. I can and will out-drink you. What other names have you've gone by? I've lovingly been called That Tentacle and Server Satan. I'm a walking kink-filled perv factory full of bad ideas, hence the names. + What fics do you write? Fic list for the Devil's Saga AU. The Ships in the AU My AO3 + Tags for Blog Navigation Here. + (Con't under the cut for more general info and disclaimers)

Why is...this? Because I want to see more Nemesis/Jill content, and it’s a bitch to find. Also, after years of putting off even joining Tumblr, I wanna share my AU and keep this crack ship alive. Maybe even fanwank on my thoughts about Toll and Onery or even on Jill, the long-suffering bad bitch that Cap keeps forgetting has a compelling storyline right there. But this is mostly just blatant shilling of my AU + What’s your fandoms? Resident Evil. To be clear, I mainly stan RE3: Nemesis, not the remake one. The 1999 one. But in general, I like this goofy series, boulders, nonsense science, bad plot, and all. I do like other stuff that I might occasionally reblog. Could be silly shit like Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel or Arcane to heavy shit like BTD. I'm random like that. + Format of each post: A snippet, a link to Ao3. I’ll list any pertinent CWs if needed. My fics tend to be 18+ some of them marked with Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings and DD:DNE (ie unapologetically dark shit cause RE is a survival horror franchise), so keep that in mind. I might drop early snips; I haven’t decided on that yet. + Is Nemmy -ever- nice in your fics? Pffft (well, he’s 'nice' in bursts, as in a burst of tentacles through Brad’s face). In seriousness, in my take on him, he’s complicated, having the ability to be ""kind"", and ""caring"" but is a Tyrant through and through - basically closer to canon. I like canonical villains and I like my monsters monstrous and, at times, barely grasping that human/monster line. Expect infestations and murder. + What is your stance on RE3: Nemesis (1999) and RE3 (2020)? 1. remake Carlos got the glow up omg 2. Jill was sassy in both and I do love og but ngl remake!Jill was so done and I feels her 3. the monsterfucker vibes was mostly immaculate 4. og Nemesis was hotter and scarier. 3make massacred my boy (I don't judge those that like 3make, but maaan my boi T.T) like my biggest gripe along with the cut content was the game missing the point of Nemmy entirely reducing him to an annoying superman jumping nuisance and honestly lessening the N/J shippy vibes for me + Do you do fic requests? RPs? No. I simply don’t have the focus/time to do requests or things outside of my stories. I write what I want when I want. + Do you do DMs or Asks? I just flit in the night and talk when I feel like it. I prefer all convos in the broad daylight on public posts. But I’ll open my Asks. Be stupid, and I’ll simply close them. Capisce? Also if you DM me wastes of time things like 'Hi', 'hello' - the kinda shit ppl mock on dating sites especially with a pretty much blank profile, you'll be blocked. In fact, I block pretty freely as I value my time. + Don't Whine, You Know What I'm About [Disclaimers To Save People Time] This Tentacle posts here: -sex acts that ranges from soft to oh gods please don’t kill me -urk- -tentacle murder/parasitic 'fun'/horrible things occurring -high/low brow story drama (think Gothic Horror-esque) -crack ships mixed in with canon with zero regard about their 'purity' -monsterfucker shit, duh This Tentacle: -believes that fiction does not have the power of a death note over one's actions and believes people are not inherently stupid or unable to understand for themselves what they engage in -holds sex positive/pagan/kink and leather/poly/queer friendly/profic views -is against the -isms and/or -phobias used against others -laughs at killjoy puritans; your hell/churchy-speak means nothing to me a lifelong heathen eldritch egg laying being If you hate any of these you’ll -not- have a fun time with my content. Also, this shouldn't have to be said, but kiddos (under 18) Be not seen or heard as per ye old adult fandom rules. I reject all signal boosting requests/callouts; promotions will be at MY discretion. (More than likely, the answer will be 'no'.) We team SALS/DLDR/YKINMKBYKIOK in these parts. Be freely stupid with your ships; none of it’s real. Fandom is stupid, don’t take it so serious. Also, the murderkink. Gotta have the murderkink and worms. A'ight, Enjoy!

[selfshippinglover]

👀👀👀 :) - dogparkdays

So THIS image right here? I was already head over heels for him but THIS RIGHT HERE? THIS WHOLE SECTION OF THE EPISODE PUSHED ME OVER THE EDGE!! Like DAMN boi that's...pretty hot sgkhkhg

But yeah, I was already attracted to him because of his cute dorkiness but then THIS

I LOVE ME A MURDER BOY

Cute but can kill you is just mwuah! Chef's Kiss*

Is it bad that I find this cute? I mean, the posture, the hmph! of it all! His liddle crossed arms and the urk in his eyes! fg,nhkjj he's my angy liddle puppy. I pet him and kiss his liddle baggy head and let him run wild!! <3

He just looks like a dog guard and it's cuuute!!

[osakaso5]

La Danse Macabre

Episode 10

Chapter Index

10-1: The Ambush (1)

???: .......

???: ...Buh-bye.

[Thud]

[Clang]

???: Huh?

Cura: Damn, I guess my insomnia isn't all bad after all!

???: You shouldn't stay up so late. I hear it's bad for your skin..!

[Thump]

Cura: Ugh..! Wake up guys, we've got company!

- - - -

Libel: ......!

Fuga: You've gotta be kidding me! Where'd he come from!?

Arme: ...W-what's going on!?

???: Ah~, what a pain. I was gonna kill you all in your sleep.

Libel: Who are you?

Placer: Placer, from Kokujohyako. You're Rebellion, right?

Fuga: Ugh, not Kokujohyako. Speak of the devil, I guess...

Arme: Kokujohyako...

Placer: So, which one of you's the Celestial?

Arme: ...I-it's me.

Libel: Don't answer!

Placer: 'kay, so I'll kill everyone but you.

[Thud]

[Crash]

Fuga: Holy crap!

Cura: Libel! Fuga! Take the kid and run!

Cura: I'll hold him here..!

Fuga: No way, with all three of us here, we can totally beat one guy, even if he's Kokujohyako!

Cura: Not while protecting the boy, we can't! We'll be done for as soon as one of us gets hurt!

Libel: Fuga, just trust him! Let's go!

Fuga: Ugh... Let's get going, Celestial!

Arme: R-right! Cura, please stay safe!

Placer: Uh oh. They're getting away.

Cura: You don't sound too worried about that...

Placer: I've got plenty of obstacles they'll have to get through first. I'll kill you and then I'll catch up to them in a jiffy..!

[Thud]

[Crash]

Cura: Ugh..!

Placer: You're a pretty agile dude. Good, I haven't killed someone who could put up a fight in a while.

Cura: Heh... Must be tough, waving that big weapon of yours around.

Placer: Not really. I probably just need to kick things up a little...

[Thud]

Cura: Ugh... Huff..! Damn, that was fast!

[Thud]

Placer: Ahahahahaha!

[Thud]

Placer: You're getting slower and slower! Maybe you oughta excercise some more!

[Thud]

Cura: Urk!

[Crash]

Cura: Coff... coff...

Cura: I'm more of a paperwork kinda guy...

Placer: I feel bad for you, I really do. But this is why you don't just walk around in public with a treasure chest in your hands.

Placer: Because we'll never let easy money get away from us.

Cura: Heh... so you wanna sell the little Celestial off? You guys always did have a one-track mind... But our leader's got something else in mind.

Cura: He's trying to use the Celestial to save all of the Surface, like the idiot he is..!

Placer: ...Uh-huh.

Placer: I don't give a rat's ass, just so y'know.

Cura: ......!

Placer: In fact, I think it's stupid.

Placer: If you're trying to help other people, then that just means you guys have it too easy. 

- - - -

Arme: Ah..!?

Libel: We're surrounded... Did Kokujohyako always have this many fighters?

Fuga: Most of them are probably hired help. ...Since when do they have that kinda money?

Ruffian: Which one's the Celestial? Is it the tiny one?

Ruffian: In any case, don't let anyone get away. Surround 'em!

Fuga: What's the plan, Libel?

Libel: If this is all of them... Our best bet is to defeat them all as quickly as we can, so we can go back for Cura.

Fuga: Aye aye, sir! Celestial, stand back!

Arme: Wait, there's too many of them..!

Libel: Hah!

[Clang]

Ruffian: Urgh..!

Libel: Next!

Fuga: Take this!

[Ratatat]

Fuga: We don't have time for this! Come on!

Ruffian: T-they're pretty strong!

Fuga: You think you're the first buncha punks we've fought!? Huh!?

Arme: I-I had no idea Libel and Fuga were such great fighters..! 

10-2: The Ambush (2)

Cura: Huff... huff... Damn, you really are good...

Placer: Nice dodges. You probably set the record for how long someone's managed to stay alive against me.

Cura: I-isn't your leader even stronger than this..?

Placer: Oh, totally. Vida's the greatest. We're undefeatable, as long as we've got him around.

Cura: ...Undefeatable, eh... Well if he's so undefeatable, why doesn't he just attack the Ark?

Placer: Huh?

Cura: Wait, I know why. It's because he knows he can't take them all on at once.

Cura: They've got an army we couldn't even dream of having, and even the strongest fighter will lose if you throw enough opponents at them...

Placer: Shut up... Vida's stronger than anyone... He could totally take on the Ark.

Cura: Listen to me! If we use the Celestial as a bargaining chip with the Ark, we might not even have to fight! Doesn't that sound good to you?  

Cura: We're looking at the big picture here! Just think about it, and if that's too hard, go tell your buddies!

Cura: Think about the long-term effects this will have, instead of chasing after a quick buck!

Placer: ........

Cura: Now's not the time for us on the Surface to fight...

Placer: I don't wanna!

Cura: ...Huh?

Placer: I don't really get what you're saying, but it sounds like you're making fun of me, so I don't like it. I hate your guts. And Vida will win.

Cura: Are you for real..?

Placer: Plus I know you probably won't like if I say "no"...

Placer: We've always had to live in pain, so to make up for it...

Placer: I've decided to make things as hard for everyone else as I can.

Placer: Ahahahahahaha!

Cura: ...Heh. Looks like I hate your guts, too.

Placer: Enough chit-chat! Time to die!

[Thud]

Placer: ...For you, maybe!

[Boom]

Placer: Wha..!?

Placer: Wait, bombs!?

Cura: Hahahahaha! I have a tendency to worry, you see, so I always keep a few bombs where I sleep..!

[Boom]

Placer: Are you trying to die!? You're crazy!

Cura: What do you think..!?

Cura: Can a sane guy even survive on the Surface..!?

[Boom]

- - - -

Fuga: That's all of 'em, Libel!

Libel: Yeah, now let's go to Cura...

[Boom]

Arme: !?

Libel: Explosions..?

Fuga: Could it be, Cura!?

Arme: That building is on fire... D-do you think he's still alright!?

Fuga: D-did he blow himself up..? You've gotta be kidding me... Cura.. He can't be...

Libel: ...No, he's fine. Look.

Arme: Ah... There's someone standing in the flames...

Fuga: Cura!?

Cura: Ahahahaha! Now that hits the spot!

Fuga: You're a mess!

Arme: Still, I'm glad you're safe... Even amid all those explosions...

Cura: Oh, don't you worry. My gear is fireproof. That way, I can start blowing stuff up whenever.

Fuga: I had no idea...

Cura: Woohoo, bombs rule! Feels like all my stress just melted away.

Arme: ...I-is Cura actually the most dangerous one of you all..?

Libel: Of course not. Though people do say that he puts too much gunpowder in his bombs whenever he wants to let off steam.

Arme: T-that sounds very risky!

Fuga: Did you deal with the Kokujohyako guy?

Cura: Nope, I'm afraid he got away. Not before I put him in a world of hurt, though.

Cura: Those guys are no joke. Hahaha, maybe next time I'll get him where it counts!

Fuga: Dude, chill.

Libel: Oh, right...

Libel: Cura. About the thing we discussed earlier...

Cura: Huh? Uh, sure, why not? Do what you feel is best. You're the leader, anyhow.

Cura: Your right hand man's gonna take care of things! Hahahahaha!

Libel: ...Always make sure to ask Cura for something once his stress gauges are emptied out.

Fuga: Ugh... 

To be continued...

[magioftheseas]

Spice for the Heart

Day 6: Emotion/Heart

Summary: “If you’re serious about this—that has to mean you’d do absolutely anything for Hope’s Peak, right? What’s a little spiciness for Hope’s Peak?”

Rating: T (?)

Warnings: Kamukura Project is a thing. It’s more vaguely mentioned here though.

Notes: It starts pretty similarly to the MatsuKamu fic but it’s a bit...more light-hearted? Kinda? A little? Maybe??? I don’t write MatsuHina very often but it’s a good ship. Two spiky boys. Prickling and pining for each other. Also Matsuda giving Hinata a hard time. It’s pretty fun.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

Commission? Donate?

When he first heard that someone was considering accepting the terms of being a willing body for the Kamukura Izuru project, Matsuda suspected that they’d be a particular kind of person. Someone as dull as they were unhappy, someone probably at least a little broken already, and perhaps someone who had already wanted to die before and this just provided the best opportunity for it. Either way, someone not worth getting attached to, not that he was going to with his hands full of Junko.

Hinata Hajime is—more or less what Matsuda suspected. A pretty unremarkable person, albeit also skittish with a nervously darting gaze. He looked uncomfortable not just to stand before him but also to exist, just, in general.

“You’ll be kind to him, won’t you, Matsuda-kun?” the headmaster asks ever amicably, gesturing towards Hinata Hajime as if Matsuda would somehow be unable to see him. Considering how Hinata’s shoulders were hunching, he may have been trying to make himself small under a sharp gaze.

Urgh. That’s a project, alright. Pass.

Except he couldn’t. The steering committee would have his head if he backed out now. Irritating. This dumbass meanwhile wanted to consent to being disposable, and he could decide against it, too. Matsuda’s first real feelings towards Hinata Hajime were as follows:

I want to hate him. At least a little.

“I’m starved,” he said instead. “Headmaster, can I be excused and go eat? I think I’ve seen all that I need to see here.”

“Are you going off-campus?” Jin Kirigiri asked. When Matsuda nodded, that slick smile widened. “You don’t mind taking Hinata-kun along, do you?”

Hinata Hajime jumped, eyes stupidly wide at the suggestion. Matsuda wasn’t surprised. Of fucking course the headmaster would want the future project to feel more at ease. More like he wasn’t making the world’s stupidest decision. An excuse nips at the end of Matsuda’s tongue, and he has half a mind to outright say he has zero fucking interest in keeping up a shitty pretense—but instead, he shrugs.

“What the hell ever. If he wants to come, I can’t stop him.” If he wants to get himself killed to be used as a puppet for a committee of egomaniacal old fuckers, I can’t stop him there, either. “I’m leaving right now though, so he better keep up.”

True to his word, he doesn’t wait before turning heel. He hears Hinata Hajime sputter, but he’s already on the move. He may have been walking faster than usual, but all the same—

“W-Wait! Please wait!”

Hinata Hajime stumbles after him and sprints to catch up to him.

“M-Matsuda, right?! Matsuda!”

Matsuda does glance in his direction, but he doesn’t answer until Hinata bumps shoulders with him.

“Matsuda Yasuke. Ultimate Neurologist. Blood type A. Special interests include manga, cats, rice crackers, and throwing scalpels at people who annoy the fuck out of me.”

“U-Urk.” Hinata’s quick to create some distance. “I—um. You’ve got some attitude.” At Matsuda’s unimpressed side-glare, he hurriedly backpedaled. “I-I mean! I’m just surprised! I thought you’d be more—serious, I guess?”

“Drop the simpering formality, jackass. I already have to deal with a particularly obnoxious believer in the class opposite of mine.” Matsuda clicks his tongue. “Making friends with you just seems stupid when you’re probably going to drop out.”

“I don’t want to drop out!” Hinata exclaimed. “I wanted to go to Hope’s Peak my whole life! To come this far only to drop out is a bit...”

Poor fucking soul. But he doesn’t have dementia, so I don’t care. There’s no reason to care. No cure for abject stupidity.

“How good are you at handling spicy food?”

“Huh?” Hinata blinked, taken aback. “I—I’m at least alright at it, I think? I’ve had spicy food on the occasion.”

“Good enough. I can’t handle it at all. So, do me a favor and eat the spiciest bowl at the place we’re going to. You get a prize. I want the prize.”

Hinata’s expression dropped instantly.

“Excuse me?”

“If you don’t, I’ll have to mark you as mentally incapable of participating in the project,” Matsuda said simply. “Because if you’re serious about this—that has to mean you’d do absolutely anything for Hope’s Peak, right? What’s a little spiciness for Hope’s Peak?”

Hinata goes slack. He doesn’t point out it’s more than a little. He just makes a sad, distressed little noise, like a trapped rodent. It’s so pathetic that anyone just a little soft-hearted might take mercy. Unfortunately, Matsuda had a heart of cold stone.

And then, there they were, sitting at the noodle place. Hinata with the spiciest bowl, eyes watering just from the steam and the smell. Matsuda had already put on a face mask and sat a few chairs away to watch intently. Hinata began to eat.

And he—couldn’t finish it. He couldn’t even get most of it.

“I was joking,” Matsuda said to the sulking pinecone chewing rather forlornly on mochi. He gave Hinata a napkin to blow his nose on. It was still running. Pretty gross. “I’m surprised you not only earnestly tried but also admitted defeat,” he added. “And I mean, hey, at least you knew your limits. That’s something.”

Something I didn’t actually expect.

“You’re a monster,” Hinata uttered weakly. “Just. A demon. What the actual fuck, Matsuda Yasuke.”

You’ll be more of one if you actually agree to the project.

“Just letting you know the kind of people you’re going to have to get cozy with,” he said. “If you think getting treated like shit stops when you’re talented, that’s not true. Ultimates bully each other all the time. If anything, they’re worse about it because the school simultaneously inflates their egos while stomping them into the ground. I guess though that there are still benefits.”

Hinata shoots him a glare.

“Regardless, no one here is going to validate you the way you want to be validated. Even after the project’s complete. If you’re doing that for emotional fulfillment, I suggest looking elsewhere. Like at an animal shelter or something.”

“Thanks for the sage advice,” Hinata snapped, swallowing down the last bit of cold rice cake and slapping his chest a few times. Matsuda imagines that heart of his pulsing, but Hinata’s glaring at him. “I think I know better than to listen to an asshole like you now.”

“It is nice to meet you,” Matsuda muttered softly. “I’ll pay for the meal so feel free to go.”

“Goodbye.” Hinata doesn’t even wait before standing up. “And I bet you’re wrong. About everything.”

He leaves in a hurry, still flustered as he does. After the door shuts behind him, Matsuda hums as he slurps another bout of (mildly spicy) noodles.

It’s almost heartbreaking how easy and dumb he is. Almost. Don’t get attached, Yasuke. Don’t fucking do it.

Too bad he seldom listened to anyone, including himself.

[15001700tt]

Descendants Of the Moon

Evasive Tactics

Descendants of the Moon Masterlistword count: 2,755 Tag list: @chastja  @multi-fan-trash @serpentityx @syublush Dm me if you want to be on the tag list!

Word Count: 2,811

Key: Italics- things that happened in the drama but do not old any importance to the story line

Key: Bold- Dialogue said in the Drama

Episode 5:

*Doctor Daniel comes back to Urk to his wife Ye Hwa* *part of the medical team goes to visit the solar plantation* *they go look for the missing kid* *they go to the restaurant*

Yoo Ji didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew she had to get out of the base. She went to the city. She planned to just walk around and check in on her usual sources, they most likely won’t have updated but it won’t hurt to try

As she left the solar energy plant she made her way back to the inner city and into a convenience store to grab a snack. She picked out her food and went to pay for it when she noticed a face that was familiar to her. She realized that he was the fake UN guy. He was holding a beer in his hand and talking to another guy. Her attention was brought back to the cashier, she took her stuff and walked out but stayed hidden from the two men. She watched as they interacted, she had hoped she wasn’t right when she said the cops were cheap, she’s proven wrong. She stayed there to watch them, maybe even tail them since she had nowhere to be.

She unscrewed her bottled water and took a sip, she almost spat it out when she saw Shi Jin come out from the restaurant a couple of feet away from the men, Mo Yeon behind him. He noticed them, his disbelief clear on his face, Yoo Ji wanted to laugh if this wasn’t just a horrible situation. 

She decided that she might need to intervene so she crept up closer to hear their conversation. She couldn't get too close or she would risk getting caught.

“ Can you find the hardware store that we went to the last time? ” 

“ You made sure I know, around the corner, across the street ”

Shi Jin nodded and watched her go, once she was out of sight, he got out the gun he kept with him, Yoo Ji rolled her eyes, of course, he would use the most extreme choice. Yoo Ji contemplated going over there and confronting the boys with him, but she held back, she probably will need to use the element of surprise later. 

Shi Jin pointed his gun at them, Yoo Ji couldn't see their expressions as they turned their backs towards her.

“ I think we’ve met before ”

“ You don't seem very surprised, how is a peacekeeper threatening an unarmed civilian with a gun? ” the white man said.

Yoo Ji mentally snorted, unarmed? Both men had pistols on them. It seems like Shi Jin noticed too. He unhinged his jaw and raised his eyebrow slightly. He cocked his gun towards the man before aiming at the car next to them and shooting the tire.

“ You're not a civilian, and you're not unarmed ”, Shi Jin responded. Yoo Ji’s ears are still ringing from the echo of the gunshot. Both men drew out their weapons.

“ I know you have connections with the cops, why do you keep showing up near me? ”

It seems that the gunshot alerted their men inside as five men came out, four equally armed, while the last wasn't, he was wearing a black suit and sunglasses shielding his face. Yoo Ji’s eyes darted to Shi Jin, he was outnumbered. She halted and it seemed like Shi Jin recognized this man, Yoo Ji couldn't place her finger on it but she feels like she’s met him before too. He said something before aiming a gun at one of his men before giving it back to the man.

“ Long time no see, Lieutenant, ” he said to Shi Jin, Yoo Ji was shocked, they knew each other? From the military? The man took off his shades, and everything clicked. Yoo Ji was staring at Agus, a captain who went rogue and dealt weapons for a higher price, consumed by greed.

“ Captain Agus? Why are you… ” Shi Jin trailed off looking hurt and confused.

“ Changed jobs as you can see, now I can grow my hair out, luckily the jobs are pretty much the same, shooting guns and making money ” Yoo Ji scoffed, if they were not armed, she would've loved kicking his teeth in. it seemed like things were getting heated so she might as well make an entrance. 

“ What happened to you? Your call sign is still legendary in the Delta Force ”

“ Being a legend doesn't pay ” he shrugged, Yoo Ji made her appearance then she walked up the staircase that she was hiding behind and stopped right next to Shi Jin, who was surprised as much as the other men. 

“I guess being a legend doesn't stop you from becoming a greedy motherfucker either?” she said, immediately the guys in the back raised their weapons.

“I wouldn't, I am an unarmed civilian and that would be a violation even the police can't be bribed into letting go.” She tsked at their defensiveness.

“What are you doing here?” Shi Jin gritted his teeth. 

“I was having a stroll” she rolled her eyes.

“I see you that he hasn’t killed you yet” Agus responded to her insult, glaring at her. 

“Long time no see Argus” she winked, he glared even harder. Her heartbeat faster at the thought of the person he was talking about, she didn't even want to think about how he knew about that. 

“It's Agus” he growled out. 

“Same difference.” she shrugged. The boys in the back still not lowering their guns, she cocked an eyebrow at them then turned to Agus. she was feeling her confidence seep through her again when Shi Jin didn’t push it and instead looked in between them with confusion

“Tell your boys to put ’em down, if you haven't forgotten I have high ranking connections, and they’re more influential than any sum you can give to the cops” she threatened with ease, this wasn't her first run-in with these boys, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. 

“One day, Mun, you won't be able to see the light of day” he glowered.

“Certainly today is not the day, I wanna go out with a big bang, preferably not with that cheap-ass gun” she retorted. Shi Jin was just standing there frozen in shock. How is it whenever something happens she’s always around to provoke it. 

“How's your nose?” she asked the white guy that faked his injuries in the car accident. He growled at her, she smiled sweetly at him.

“Listen here, Captain ” Agus started halting her attempt at conversation, he looked at her with a pointed glare. 

“ There are many gangs in this neighborhood, and they have no fear, no rules and no honor ” he scoffed pausing, “ They got no country to serve ”

“ This is your last warning, mind your own business ” he warned him, Yoo Ji rolled her eyes. It didn't go unnoticed by Agus but he chose to let it go. 

“ Even back then and now, you’re far too empathetic. ”

“ I guess so ” Shi Jin answered in Korean, so far the conversation was in English, but now only Yoo Ji can understand what he's saying.

“ I interfered with God's will unnecessarily. Someone on the verge of death must have had a reason to be. ”

“ Do you hide behind your language? ”

“ For god’s sake, piss off, don’t come near me, or else you’ll have to pay the price ”

“Bye Argus, see you again next time” Yoo Ji waved as she left with Shi Jin, he was a ball full of emotions. She didn't want to say anything to provoke him but he seemed like he had other plans. 

“What were you thinking? involving yourself in our conversation? Why do you keep on risking your life? To prove a point?” he scolded. 

“Captain Yoo, I can handle myself,” she responded icily. He shook his head. 

“Does Gwang Nam know that you're in town?” he asked her.

“He is not my babysitter” she snapped at him, seriously what's up with this guy. 

“I am calling him to pick you up” Shi Jin stated, but before he can even dial his number he got a phone call. It was from Mo Yeon. All he heard was a big honk and a bunch of ruckuses, he looked up and made eye contact with Yoo Ji, that didn't sound very good. 

“ Hello? Hello? ” 

“ Captain Yoo? ” her voice came through the speaker, she sounded shaken up.

“ You listened to me well. I heard you borrowed the car. Where are you? I finished my work and I'm about to leave .” Shi Jin replied looking at Yoo Ji, trying to communicate with his eyes. Something happened, she nodded and got out her phone.

“ Please save me! Please save me! ” she yelled out with terror. That snapped everyone into action. 

“Go! go! I’ll call Gwang Nam to pick me up!” she ushered him towards his car. She looked around one more time, she caught a glimpse of one of Agus’s men lingering around, but he ducked once she fully turned around. She shook her head, she’ll pick a fight another day. Right now she has to figure out a way to get to the base without asking Gwang Nam to pick her up. 

She thought it would be ironic that she was in town to avoid him and then end up asking him to come to get her. She decided the best way was just to go to the hardware store Ye Hwa ran and ask for a car. Once she was able to get that sorted, she arrived on the base, she managed to get through halfway without running into anyone. 

“Where have you been all day?” Woo Geun asked with a smug tug on his lips. 

“Around” she cryptically responded, usually he doesn’t really care where she is, it seems like someone was trying to find her. 

“Answer it clearly Mun Yoo Ji, we’re not playing games,” Woo Geun said with a serious tone.

“Why did something happen?” she asked curiously, killing her.

“Piccolo was looking for you,” Cheol Ho told her as he walked up to them. 

“Huh, who is that?” Yoo Ji frowned in confusion. 

“Gwang Nam” Woo Geun answered. 

“What? Where?” Yoo Ji panicked and looked around, when she realized that he was responding to her question instead of calling him out as if he was there, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. She mentally slapped her forehead, she just outed herself, great.

“Did something happen between you two?” Cheol Ho asked. Curiosity nipping at his sides.

“No, why would you say that?” She avoided eye contact. 

“I don't know maybe cuz you were hiding all day and didn't cause any trouble,” Woo Geun said 

“How do you know for sure she didn't cause trouble?” another voice butted in, it was Shi Jin.

“Is Mo Yeon ok?” she immediately asked, he nodded in confirmation. 

“She was hanging from a cliff,” Shi Jin’s exasperated voice explained. Yoo Ji’s eyebrows went up, how does Mo Yeon manage to put herself in situations like this. 

“I better go check on her” she tried to escape their little group. 

“Wait wait, what happened between you and Gwang Nam that you didn't call him to pick you up?” Shi Jin interrogated. Yoo Ji cursed under her breath. 

“How did you know?” 

“Doctor Daniel’s car is right there,” he pointed out. 

“Well, nothing really just-”

“What are you guys talking about?” a new voice cut in, and that made Yoo Ji curse even more profusely. It was Gwang Nam. if only she had made her escape earlier. 

“I really have to go check on Mo Yeon, excuse me,” she shouldered through the men and came head to head (well, head to chest more accurately) with Gwang Nam.

“Where have you been all day?” 

“Just...here and there” she awkwardly laughed. 

“She was in town, she almost got herself shot,” Shi Jin elaborated. Yoo Ji turned around and glared at him.

“I did not” 

“Are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere?” he started fussing over her. Shi Jin smiles cheekily and goes to get changed, he is dripping wet. Cheol Ho and Woo Geun left with him. 

“I gotta go” Yoo Ji excused once more and tried to make her getaway. Thankfully she was able to escape. 

“Mo Yeon, are you okay? I heard you got into an accident” Yoo Ji went to check on her friend. Mo Yeon had already changed and was just sitting there sitting in silence gazing at nothing. Yoo Ji guessed she was pretty shaken up from the events. 

“I am fine”

She sat down next to her to try and comfort her when Shi Jin came in with two cups full of steaming liquids. Yoo Ji was sure they wanted to be alone, so she moved to stand up. 

“I’ll check on you later, I have stuff to tell you” she smiled at the girl.

“That stuff would include my First Sergeant Lim, right?” he joked, Yoo Ji’s cheeks flushed but she shook her head.

“Focus on your own drama, Captain” she commented. 

She made her way back to her own tent but even then it had gotten dark, and she was lost in her thoughts. 

-in the next morning, she went to return the car to Daniel, but Mo Yeon and Shi Jin were there too-

“Good morning,” she greeted Shi Jin as they walked up to the store. 

“Why are you guys here again?” Yoo Ji asked.

“Daniel’s car is getting towed in, we’re here to...assess the damage” he chose his words carefully, as Mo Yeon narrowed her eyes at him. 

“ Why couldn't you just save me without putting the car in the water? ” she paused, shaking her head.

“ No. You saved me, but I'm just complaining. Sorry. ” she shook her head, Yoo Ji chuckled, she went inside to turn in the keys to Ye Hwa. 

When she came out she saw the front door and the bumper on the floor with Doctor Daniel on the floor looking heartbroken, she couldn't help but let out a laugh. 

After Daniel finished his business with the towing truck he went inside to get the things Shi Jin asked for. Yoo Ji was still there since her ride would be Shi Jin. Apparently Shi Jin ordered a bunch of walkie talkies since he wants to take precautions after yesterday’s events. 

“They're more convenient anyways.”

After that they made their way back to base, Shi Jin explained how to use the two-way radios, well he at least tried before Yoo Ji told him she knows how to use them because she’s used them before. 

“You might want to explain to Mo Yeon, she’s never used one before” she winked. 

“Just tell me what station is yours and the medical’s?”

“Station 3 and 7,” he gave a half-smile before Yoo Ji saluted at him and left. 

*Myung Ju and Mo Yeon meet* *Shi Jin and Myung Ju have their conversation while Mo Yeon tries to listen to it from outside*

*the meeting in the Medi-cube*

“ The on-call duty for tonight will be Doctor Ha and-- ” Mo Yeon was interrupted.

“ Is there anyone who will do it instead of me? ” Doctor Song asked, putting up his hand.

“ If there isn't, then I will do it. ” he nodded looking satisfied, the room broke out in chuckled. 

“Oh! Why are you guys here?” Yoo Ji asked in surprise when she walked into the common room. Mo Yeon pointed up, towards the fan. Yoo Ji nodded and smiled. 

“ This is Cube B. Pretty One, respond. Over. ” a voice came through the radio. Mo Yeon smiled.

“ This is unexpectedly pretty fun. Pretty One is here. Over. ” Mo Yeon responded.

“ What is today's lunch menu? Over. ” the voice asked.

“ I'll check and let you know. Over. ” 

“ I'll tell you the lunch menu, so Pretty One, ” Shi Jin responded from behind Mo Yeon, she dropped the walkie talkie.

“ let's talk for a second. Over. ”

“ Pretty One, work hard. ” Everyone started to excuse themselves from the table, Yoo Ji was the last, as she got her snack, she smirked at Mo Yeon.

“Work hard.”

“ This is Handsome Spaceman, headquarters respond! ” Chi Hoon said with a fake breathless tone.

“ This is Firefly what’s up? This is Headquarters. What is the situation? ” Yoo Ji said with a small smile on her face.

“ It's not looking good. ” he paused while thinking of something, “ Liquid salonpas! We're short on liquid salonpas! ”

“ Calm down. Hold on for a bit longer. ” Doctor Song came through with them in his hand.

“ Clear ” Nurse Ha slapped Doctor Song’s back. 

Later on, they made a small gathering for Shi Jin’s departure, Yoo Ji figured that he would tell her sometime before he leaves. It seems like Mo Yeon didn't know yet. 

[thecryptidwizard]

Rate the danganronpa characters from favourite to least

Okay so my brain is a total fog and my body has been super weak for the past few days, so I won’t do ALL of the characters from all three games, unfortunately. BUT that doesn’t mean I won’t do this at all, so here are my most favorite to least characters from Danganronpa V3!

Ryoma Hoshi is my all time favorite, of course! I really love his design and overall persona (not to mention his deep voice ohOHOHOH). His backstory is tragic as all hell, and his death makes me physically sick to this day, but his free time events and talent development events makes my heart flutter qwqq but yeah he’s my favorite and I would die for him ya’ know????

Shuichi Saihara! I know I’ve never mentioned him in my posts or drawn him before, and the reason? I have no damn clue. But Shuichi is just a cutie pie with lots of anxiety, just like me (except for the cute part hAH). I can relate to him just as much as i relate to Ryoma, and I think his design is super cool!!

Kaede Akamatsu. She’s such a ray of sunshine I LOVE HEEeRrrr….she’s just so happy and outgoing and aNd aND- uGHHH i kinda wish they didn’t kill her off so damn QUICKLY! I feel like she would’ve had some amazing character development if she had been the character protagonist.

Gonta Gokuhara, the HIMBO- i mean uhh sweet loving entomologist owowowowo!!!!!!!!!! I just love how sweet he is despite having the capacity to chuck a manhole lid like a damn frisby. He’s just!! Baby!!!! 

Kiibo! Wholesome little robot man! He’s just doing his best and I appreciate his existence!!

Angie Yonaga: i love her design and i think her personality was interesting as well.that’s it my brain is melting i got nOting e;lse to s a y-

Himiko Yumeno: she’s sleepy, she’s magical, she’s probably depressed, she’s mE-

Kirumi Tojo: I’ll be honest, i love her character design and personality, but hooOOOO BOY did Ryoma’s death make me hate her for a while. I don’t hate her anymore, but what she did still urks me ya’ know?

Rantaro Amami: a mysTERIOUS boy indeed, which is why i don’t have that much of an attachment to his character, but I kinda like him!! I love that he wears nail polish and has a cool personality!!

Korekiyo Shinguji: i think he’s pretty cool, despite the incest lore. I also like how he’s the same voice actor for Teruteru Hanamura aHAAAAAAAAA

Miu Iruma: she’s an odd one, that one.

Kaito Momota: i’m honestly not sure if i don’t like him that much because of how ignorant he is in the game, or how much he’s favored over most underrated characters. But that’s okay!! I won’t hold any judgement to those who like him! I like his enthusiasm for life and space, and think his death was most honorable.

Kokichi Ouma: same thing with Kaito’s character. I like him, but i feel like he’s a bit overrated sometimes! He’s a funky little rat man who loves to be the clown he truly is.

Maki Haruwaka: ah, i don’t have much to say about Maki, unfortunately. I guess i never got attached to her that much??

Tenko Chabashira: her persona is loud and outgoing, but her hatred in any man that breathes, and her obsession with Himiko kinda urks me a little. Other than that, she’s a sweetheart! big lesbian energy!!!!

Tsumugi Shirogane: i only find her to be my least favorite is because of her motives and role in the game, i think. Other than that, i never grew attached to her character. I like her design though!

Hope you enjoyed my half-brained rambles, anon!

[neerasrealm]

Into The Woods - Chapter Thirteen

Story also available on Wattpad.

Chapter One Previous Chapter

Singing

AN: This chapter is the peak of my writing career.

Confidence, he had told her, was the thing she needed. Confidence and courage to help her finally kill him. She stretched her arms and rolled her shoulders. She put on her mask and stretched her legs, then rolled her neck. She took her phone from inside her boot and grabbed the small speaker lying on the ground. She turned it on and waited for the bluetooth to hook up to her phone. Once the two were connected, she opened spotify, and hit shuffle on her workout playlist.

''Looks like it's abandoned...'' Liu murmured as he pulled Jeff into the dark warehouse with him. He helped his brother limp over to a space next to the door and sat him down. ''You okay?'' he asked.

''My leg hurts like shit.'' Jeff mumbled. ''But yeah, I'm good.''

Liu laughed quietly and sat himself down. Jeff grabbed his backpack, taking it off, and pulled out his coat. He put it on and stuffed his hands into the pockets. Liu couldn't blame him. The warehouse wasn't exactly warm, but it was still better than being outside. Liu stood up for a moment.

''I'm gonna go outside and get stuff for a fire. You stay here okay? Rest your leg.''

Jeff nodded and pulled up his hood. Liu smiled a bit at the way Jeff's face almost entirely disappeared under messy hair when he did that. Liu mentally made a note to brush it for him later.

She watched him walk out of the warehouse and quickly ducked behind the wall before he could spot her. She quickly walked around to where she'd left her speaker and grabbed her mask from the ground. She put it on and grabbed the speaker, then climbed up a ladder to one of the walkways by the side of the warehouse. She opened the metal door leading inside. She stood on another walkway, overlooking the entire warehouse floor. She could see him, across the space, sitting on the ground. She grinned and turned up the volume on her speaker.

Jeff hugged himself and rubbed at his nose. He sniffed. It wasn't so blocked up before. He frowned, then suddenly sneezed. ''Ugh.'' he murmured as he wiped his nose on his sleeve. He sighed to himself, just hoping Liu would come back soon.

A noise broke him out of his thoughts. It came from...across the warehouse? He looked up and around for the source. It was echoing and sounded like...music. He frowned.

''Where it began, I can't begin to knowing

But then I know it's growing strong...''

Was that...Neil Diamond...?

''Was in the spring

And spring became the summer...''

Jeff stared around, suddenly scared. How the fuck was that song so eerie? And where the fuck was it coming from? He backed up towards the wall, looking around in panic.

''Who'd have believed you'd come along...?''

That line wasn't Neil. it was someone else. Somebody was singing. Jeff stared around. The voice was female, and actually kind of pretty. He gulped. ''H-Hello...?'' he called out.

''Haaaands...touchin' haaaands...''

She continued singing. Jeff continued staring around in fear. He anxiously reached for his bag, digging through it till his hand closed around the knife, still bloody from his first murders. He gulped.

''Reachin' out...! Touchin' me!''

He finally spotted the singer. She stood on the walkway on the other side of the warehouse. She wore nothing but black, and a white mask.

''Touchiiin you....!''

She ran towards the edge of the walkway and jumped. Jeff watched in amazement as she flipped through the air and hit the ground without even faltering in her singing.

''Sweeeet Caroline...!!!''

Outside, Liu looked up suddenly. He paused for a moment and listened. He'd strayed away from the warehouse looking for tinder, but he could've sworn he heard-

''Good times never seemed so good...''

Was that...?

''I've been inclined...!''

Sweet...Caroline...? As in- the Neil Diamond song? He walked off towards the warehouse, confused and slightly worried.

''To believe they never would

But now I...''

Jeff stared in horror as the masked goth strode towards him. He couldn't say anything, he was too terrified and just- confused at this entire situation. She moved closer to him, still singing.

''Look at the night...and it don't seem so lonely...''

She was admittedly a good singer. Jeff would give her that. She got closer and closer, and Jeff backed up against the wall.

''We filled it up with only two...''

She kicked Liu's bag aside and crouched down in front of him. Her face leaned into Jeff's. She practically snarled the word 'two'. He whimpered in fright.

''And when I hurt...''

She reached over and gently caressed Jeff's face. The boy recoiled in fear as she softly sang to him.

''Hurtin' runs off my shoulders...''

Her hands gently slid down and ran across his shoulders. Her hands glided over to his chest and suddenly gripped his hoodie tightly. Jeff let out a scared ''urk!'' and beneath her mask she grinned with delight. Slowly, she lifted him up with strength Jeff didn't expect her to have. He writhed in her arms, trying to kick her away. He yelped in pain, forgetting that his leg was damaged.

''How can I hurt when holdin' you?''

She began turning in a circle, slowly gaining speed. Jeff stared at her, helpless and scared.

''Oooone, touchin' oooone,''

As Liu reached the abandoned warehouse, the music got louder. He quickly ran to the door. ''Jeff!'' he called out, panic beginning to rise in him. ''Jeff!''

''REACHIN' OOUUT!''

She got faster and faster. Jeff clung helplessly to her wrists, hoping to god this crazy woman wouldn't let go of him.

''TOUCHIN' ME! TOUCHIIIIN' YOUUU!''

Liu burst into the warehouse just in time to see a crazy goth lady swing his brother around one last time and then let go, throwing him against one of the walls. She turned to him and stared straight at him.

''Sweeeet Caroline!''

Jeff let out a strangled gasp as he hit the wall. Pain burst through his body, his back aching, his lungs gasping for air. He dropped to the ground and grunted softly in pain. He took a few shaky breaths, trying to gain his grasp on reality again. All he could hear was fucking Niel Diamond being sung by some crazy lady and- his brother- his brother! Liu! He forced himself to get up and stared around, his arms shaking as he knelt.

''Good times never seemed so good!''

Her singing sounded proud now, full of joy and delight as she stared at Liu. ''Get away from my brother!'' he yelled. She only laughed in response. Liu glanced quickly from her to Jeff, then bolted over to Jeff. He helped him up. Jeff groaned softly in pain and leaned against his brother.

''I've been inclined...to believe they never would, oh no, no...''

She seemed to have lost interest in them, at least temporarily. Liu quickly dragged his brother over to where their bags were and grabbed their things.

''Click-click!''

They both froze and turned to look at her in horror. She was holding a gun and pointing it straight at them. None of them moved, just staring at one another in fear.

''Sweet Caroline...''

She cocked the gun.

''Good times never seemed so good.''

''BANG!'' Liu shoved Jeff to the ground, dodging her bullet. A burst of adrenaline had Liu grab Jeff, literally hold him under his arm and run as fast as he possibly could. His brain registered nothing but the need to run, Jeff quietly screaming beside him and the crazy goth behind him STILL FUCKING SINGING.

''SWEEEET CAROLINE!''

''BANG! BANG! BANG!''

''I BELIEVE THEY NEVER COULD!''

Liu skidded to a halt at the gate leading to the warehouse. He yanked it open with his one free hand and began running again.

''SWEEET CAROLINE!''

Liu whipped his head over to the road and saw a pickup truck speeding along towards them. He took a deep breath and began running towards the road.

''CAR!'' Jeff screamed beside him. Liu ignored him.

''BANG! BANG! BANG!''

Liu took a deep breath and threw himself towards the road just as the pickup truck sped by. Both of them yelled as they crashed into the back of it, tumbling on top of each other. Liu sat up quickly and stared back at the girl as she disappeared into the distance.

''Good times never seemed so good...''

[thej13579]

A Cure Blossoms from Hope: DR/HPC TG/TF

As Shuichi and his friends were about to end Danganronpa, a fairy shows up with a surprise that Shuichi never expected.

--------DISCLAIMER!!--------

This story contains MASSIVE spoilers for Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony. Please be advised before reading it, as if you haven't played the game yet you will be spoiled on the entire plot about it just from this story!

... or if you don’t want to play the game, you can just watch it on Youtube. Can’t really stop you.

If you don’t care about spoilers or you already played the game to the end, carry on.

“Together, we’re gonna end Danganronpa!"

Shuichi glared at Tsumugi with a level of confidence that he never expected himself to have. He may not be the Ultimate Detective. Maybe this whole facade was a facade itself. But there is one thing that Shuichi and his friends knew for sure. Danganronpa has to end.

“You can’t do this!” Tsumugi yelled. “Danganronpa brings joy to so many people around the world, to men, women, children! It can't just end right now!"

His eyes turned towards his friends: Maki, Himiko and Keebo. Together, nothing can stop them from ending this demented series of killing games. Even if Keebo has been taken over by the audience right now, Shuichi knows that he’ll do whatever it takes to fight alongside them.

“She’s right!” Monokuma defended Tsumugi. “If Danganronpa ends, I’ll be out of a job! Everyone else would be too envious of my cuteness to hire me!”

As Shuichi glared at the two foes with pure determination in his eyes, a voice ringed in his ears.

“Tsubomi! Where are you!”

“Huh,” Shuichi looked around the area. That voice didn’t sound like anyone in the room with him. It was too high and chirpy. “Did anyone hear that?”

“Hear what?” Himiko replied.

“I’m not hearing anything either.”

Shuichi looked towards Tsumugi and Monokuma. Through the look of confusion on their faces, not even they could hear the voice that just echoed through the room.

“Tsubomi!”

The voice echoed again, only this time it was louder and everyone could hear it.

“Who’s Tsubomi?” Maki asked. “Anyone know?”

“I got nothing,” Himiko answered.

“No!”

Shuichi turned to see Tsumugi and he wasn’t expecting him to see her sweat.

“No! No no no no! Not you!”

A bright light appeared in the center of the trial room, briefly blinding everyone in sight. As the light faded, Shuichi saw a creature that he never expected to see in his life.

A white fairy with heart-shaped ears that have a cyan heart marking to match her bangs, tail, and markings on her dark brown eyes. She wears a fuchsia bow with a pink gem star. Her neck has a frilly fuchsia piece held by a silver heart.

“Tsubomi! I’m so glad we finally found you and your friends!” The fairy chirped. “We’ve looked everywhere in the dream world for you!”

As the fairy floated in the room, Shuichi’s friends looked upon the creature. Maki simply stared at the magical being with a look of confusion while Himiko looked at the fairy with awe.

“What the hell am I looking at?” Maki asked.

“It’s a fairy, obviously,” Himiko claimed. “I bet she has a lot of MP in her.”

“Chypre!” Monokuma interjected. “Get out of here! This game was going well without you.”

“Chypre…” 

Shuichi knew that name sounded familiar and the name Tsubomi too. Why it sounded familiar, he had no idea.

It was then an image popped into his head. He can remember three girls, one with navy blue hair, one with short brown hair and the last girl had waist-length dark purple hair. They extended their hands out to him, almost like they were calling to Shuichi himself, like they wanted Shuichi to join them, become one of them.

“Who are they?” Shuichi whispered to himself.

“I doubt that,” Chypre replied to the bear. 

“W-what should we do, Monokuma?” Tsumugi stammered. “She’s going to ruin everything!”

“You stop her, then.”

Before the Ultimate Cosplayer knew it, Monokuma pushed Tsumugi out of her stand and into the middle of the trial room. 

“I-I-I can’t!” Tsumugi stuttered as she stood in place. 

“Here!”

Shuichi suddenly found himself with a pale, elongated spray-like object in his hands. The vines on the side were painted in a pale pink. A thickly ornate gold plate is placed on the middle, lined in a dark pink variant, and has a tiny heart-shaped symbol on it. At the middle is a large hole for something meant to be inserted into. On top is a gold, leafy shape with a small hole on it. A similar hole is also on the white rose bud on top of it. Alongside the object was a small pink gem-like token with a small heart shaped hole inches from the top..

“W-what is this?”

“This is your Heart Perfume,” Chypre answered. “I know this doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to you and I know you look nothing like Tsubomi, Tsubomi, but if you just inserted the Pretty Cure Seed into this, everything will make sense.

As he stared at the Heart Perfume, another image appeared in Shuichi’s mind. There were three girls in flower-themed outfits in that image. One with sky-blue hair, one with bright yellow hair and one with lavender hair. They were holding up their own Heart Perfumes. As their artifacts shined, a phrase echoed in Shuichi’s mind, begging to be said out loud. He knew he had to say it.

“Pretty Cure! Open My Heart!”

Shuichi was quick to insert the Pretty Cure seed into the Heart Perfume. As he sprayed the perfume on himself, his clothes began to change.

Gone was his black uniform and in its place was a short white and fuchsia dress with bell-flower shaped sleeves.. His pants were now a white and pink skirt. His dark blue loafers morphed into light pink and fuchsia boots with flowers embroidered onto each side.

Of course, as the transformation proceeded, Shuichi’s clothes weren’t the only thing that changed. His body began to show cracks, pink lights emitting from each one. Like glass, the body shattered, revealing a young girl no older than fourteen. Her hair grew until it was well past her waist. The color of her hair quickly turned neon pink and it was tied in a high, curly ponytail held by a hot pink bow with a small flower. Her red-violet eyes became bright pink as well.

As the transformation ended and Shuichi floated down to the center of the room, he… no, she finally remembered everything.

She is not Shuichi Saihara. She’s not The Ultimate Detective. She’s not even a boy. That last part was yet another lie in a series full of them. Not particularly surprising at this point.

“The flowers spreading throughout the land, Cure Blossom!”

She is Tsubomi Hanasaki. Cure Blossom. The one who would end Danganronpa and take her friends back to the real world.

“Um…” Maki was at a genuine loss for words. “I really don’t know what’s going on anymore.”

“His MP’s off the charts!” Himiko claimed. “Only magic of the most powerful kind can change someone to that extent!”

Tsubomi can’t say Himiko was wrong. It was something truly powerful that turned her into Shuichi and started this whole killing game in the first place.

Her eyes turned towards the two behind everything. It’s time to end this.

“Monokuma, you have caused harm to my friends and everyone in this demented game! I will never forgive you for exploiting our pain for your own personal gain!” 

“M-Monokuma?” Tsumugi stuttered. “What should we do?”

“Do I really have to do everything myself?” Monokuma yelled. “Fine! If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.”

“Yeah! Stop them Monokuma! Danganronpa shall continue-urk!”

Any boast from Tsumugi was cut short when Monokuma plunged his claw right into her chest. Rather than the pink blood that the other students spewed out upon their deaths, black goo oozed from the Ultimate Cosplayer’s body.

“W-why?”

Tsumugi’s dark essence slowly made its way into Monokuma’s body. Her body was slowly decomposing as the bear grew twice his size, eventually crumbling into dust completely, much to the horror of the Ultimate Mage.

“W-what? Isn’t she your assistant of sorts?”

“Don’t worry too much about it,” Maki said. “I would hardly call her death by Monokum’s hands an unforgivable sin.”

“Upupupupu,” Monokuma giggled. Once he was shorter than the majority of his “students”. Now, he easily towered over his opponent. As far as he knew, he was more than a match for the leader of Heartcatch Precure.

“Now then,” Monokuma turned to face Cure Blossom. “I’ll have you know that I’m an expert in Bear-Fu. I graduated top of my class and I can kill a thousand of you prissy girls with both of my hands tied behind my back.”

Monokuma’s boast was only met with a cold glare from the Cure.

“Besides, you know you can’t fight me,” Monokuma smirked. “You could break a nail or mess up your pretty pink hair. Obviously better fit for a salon or something girly like that.”

Still dead silence.

“Nothing to say about my greatness? Alright then. Die!”

Monokuma quickly ran towards Cure Blossom, claws extended. The cure was equally quick to dodge the first swipe of his claws and gave Monokuma a swift punch to the face, knocking the significantly larger bear back a few feet.

“Ow! That hurt!” Monokuma growled. “Very well. Seems like I need to kick things up a notch. Let’s see how good you are at dodging this!”

Monokuma quickly ran back up to Cure Blossom and began throwing punch after punch at his opponent. He threw them at such speeds that, to the untrained eye, he was throwing ten people-sized punches at once.

“Oraoraoraoraoraoraoraoraoraora!”

But regardless of the size, speed and agility of his attacks, Cure Blossom was able to dodge each and every blow that Monokuma dished out. She patiently waited for an opening, a perfect opportunity for her to strike.

It wasn’t long before Cure Blossom figured out where to strike. In his haste to attack his opponent, the despair-obsessed bear paid no attention to the area below his waist. It was obvious that fighting was never Monokuma’s strong suit, especially when it comes to fighting those he can’t overpower easily. His legs were completely vulnerable.

A simple leg sweep was enough to knock Monokuma off of his feet. The air time he had was short, but long enough to allow Cure Blossom to kick her foe high up into the sky.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Monokuma yelled. “How are you strong enough to kick me up like that? You’re obviously a shrimp in comparison to me!”

He was in the right position. It was time for her to finish this.

Cure Blossom held out her hand and a pink heart emerged onto it. She threw it up into the air and it turned into her Blossom Tact, an artifact capable of purifying Desertrians like the very threat standing before her right now. She spinned the center of the tact, and rainbow lights went into the gemstone tip of the Blossom tact. The tips surge with purity energy, and Cure Blossom spins before declaring the attack name. 

“Pink Forte Wave!”

She then shoots out an energy flower at Monokuma. An implosion occurs, and Cure Blossom’s target is suspended in the air, a cherry blossom having overlapped behind it. 

Monokuma struggled to leap back towards his opponent, but the vines on the cherry blossom restrained him to the flower. The bear could do nothing but cry, yell and beg as Cure Blossom finalized the finishing move.

“Let go of me! You should know that I’m allergic to pollen! I can barely keep myself from sneezing!”

Cure Blossom then claps the center of the Blossom Tact to keep the center spinning. As the Blossom Tact spinned faster and faster, reality itself seemed to be breaking apart at the seam. Cracks appeared all over the academy, emitting pure bright light into the area

“Noooooooooooo!”

It was then everything bursted into a ray of light. Cure Blossom covered her eyes with her arm. Monokuma no longer existed. Everything was falling apart, everything was back to normal. That she knew.

When the light faded, Cure Blossom uncovered her eyes. Everyone was back in the park. Everyone who died in the killing game was resurrected back into their original bodies. Her friends along with the random people that were dragged into Monokuma’s scheme because of their unfortunate luck that day were now saved.

Cure Blossom turned to her friends: Itsuki Myoudouin and Yuri Tsukikage. Once Himiko Yumeno and Maki Harukawa respectively, both girls have returned to their true forms. There would be cause for Tsubomi to celebrate as she turned back to normal. But there was one member missing from their group.

“Where’s Erika?” Itsuki asked.

Tsubomi looked around the area for Erika. She must’ve been Keebo during that demented killing game Monokuma set up.

She turned towards the spot where Keebo was. 

He’s not her. 

Keebo’s true self was just some random guy that got caught up in all of this. Tsubomi felt sorry for him and all of the other people that got dragged into Monokuma’s evil scheme.

Where is Erika? Was she Kirumi? Kaito? Kaede?

“Tsubomi!”

Before she knew it, Tsubomi was pulled into a tight hug by Erika.

“Oh, I’m so glad you saved us! I knew you could do it!”

Tsubomi could feel the memories that Monokuma gave her slowly fading away. Soon the horrific memories and trauma that came from his actions will soon be more than a bad dream. But there was one question that she had to ask.

“Erika? When we were trapped. What was the name Monokuma gave you?”

“What, don’t you remember me, Mister Detective?”

There was only one person who would ever call Shuichi that.

“Kokichi?”

“Yep!”

[facets-and-rainbows]

Bloody Fairy Tale (part 1)

The first part of the longest canon-ish story we have about young Shiro! Now in English woooooo!

Picture is from this post by @strongcraving, check it out!

Love, faith, loyalty, devotion, even the fear of death—none of them could save me.

So then what can rescue me from this ugly world?

La Buena Diosa—a totally unremarkable little village tucked away in a corner of South America.

I found out this village existed totally by coincidence. But the more I learned about it, the more I thought this had to be the place.

This was the place where I could get everything I wanted.

The lonely cemetery in the center of the village was…yes, it was like the toy box I dreamed of as a child.

Once I had my sights set on my goal, I started visiting the village frequently. I said I had an interest in religious art; it was a pretty good excuse, if I do say so myself.

Most of the villagers had the sort of insular attitude you tend to get with rural villages like this, but fortunately one of the kids really took a liking to me, so they stopped acting so standoffish. She was a little girl named Anita, and as long as she was with me I could move around the village completely naturally. Thanks to that, I was able to put a lot of care into my preparations.

I owed it all to Anita.

“Señorita, I love you!”

As she walked next to me, Anita gently reached for my right hand. Her hand was warm and a little bit damp. It reminded me of a newborn puppy.

When the girl’s eyes met mine, her suntanned brown face broke into a shy smile. I smiled back warmly.

And in my mind, I softly told that poor noble child:

Once you become a ghoul, Anita, I’ll use you to make my finest Naberius.

Then I’ll finally be able to love you back.

I hope you’ll forgive me, but until then…

I just don’t find you cute at all…

 “Stay calm, everyone. It’s okay.”

On my tenth visit, I had some ghouls I revived beforehand attack the village.

It took everything I had to contain my joy as I skillfully guided the bewildered villagers to the church in the middle of the cemetery.

It went well.

I had made careful preparations, but I was still almost scared by how well it went.

After the shocking experience of being attacked by dead bodies, the villagers totally trusted and depended on the nun Maria LaMorte. It would be a trivial matter to dispatch them all by daybreak. Like taking candy from a baby…

But the most important question was how to kill them.

Poison? Strangling? Or maybe…

As I searched my mind for the method that would damage the bodies the least, I felt a tug on the sleeve of my habit. I looked down to see Anita clutching it in her shaking hands. The color was drained from her brown cheeks, and there were big tears welling up in her eyes.

“Will…we…all be killed?” came the weak voice, desperately trying to swallow the fear.

“Oh, Anita, it’s okay. It’s okay. I won’t let that happen.”

“Really?”

“Really. I’ve made a barrier with holy water around us, so the ghouls can’t get in. It’s safe here,” I lied, and gently hugged the girl. “Now, go find your mother.”

Anita gave a small nod, but suddenly looked toward the window by the door and murmured, “A light…”

“A light?” I tilted my head in confusion, then followed Anita’s gaze. She was right: the sky to the southwest of the village was lit up like midday. The entrance to the village was in that direction, facing the highway.

There was no mistaking it. That was a flare.

And not the kind that motorists use—it was a special flare used by exorcists to fight demons. I knew because I was carrying a few of them myself.

Could the Vatican’s dogs have sniffed me out here already? No…it was too soon for that.

After a moment’s hesitation, I turned from the window back to Anita.

“Something might have happened. I’ll go take a look. Anita, you stay here in the church,” I ordered.

Anita’s expression changed. “No! You can’t! Señorita, you’ll be killed!”

“Oh, Anita. It’s okay…It’s okay.” It was nice that she was worried for me and all, but this was honestly the most annoying thing I could imagine. Getting too friendly is a problem too, I sighed internally. “I have weapons and everything. If anything happens, I’ll run right away. Okay?”

I cajoled the flustered Anita into calming down a little and stepped outside the church. The southwestern sky was still lit up.

Well, it was a small village after all.

It didn’t take long to pass through the cemetery and rush to the source of the light. Even so, the flare had gone out by the time I got there.

In the darkness, I sensed the presence of live humans, not ghouls. I quietly hid behind a nearby house.

Straining my eyes in the dark, I could make out two men surrounded by ghouls.

 One was a tall, lanky Caucasian and the other was an average-sized Asian. Both were wearing imposing black uniforms—the official uniforms of the Order of the True Cross, which I also belonged to. The Asian was carrying a handgun in a holster at his waist, but the white guy looked to be completely unarmed.

My, my, aren’t you two poorly equipped?

I couldn’t suppress a grin.

And I thought they had come from the Vatican! I shouldn’t jump to conclusions like that.

Laughing at my own rashness, I decided to watch them for a bit.

The group of ghouls was beginning to recover from the flare. The Asian man tossed a holy water grenade at them.

The ghouls wailed in agony as holy water exploded into the air around them.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeyyyaaaaaaaaaaaagh!”

Urk…

Seeing the ghouls suffer made my heart cry out in pain too.

But it’s only holy water, I reassured myself. As long as it isn’t AAA grade it’ll only stop them temporarily. Besides, there are only two exorcists.

I had ten times that many ghouls.

Even as I was thinking it, the Asian man was already being attacked by a few that had avoided a direct hit from the holy water.

Enraptured, I fantasized about the moment when their claws would tear apart his flesh.

But the foreigner nimbly leaned back and landed a strong kick on a ghoul’s jaw. In the same swift movement, he elbowed another ghoul, leaped back, and started reciting a prayer in a loud, clear voice.

The words came out fluidly and musically, savage like a beast, and filled with a power that took hold of the listener’s mind and wouldn’t let go. There was no kindness enveloping you, no feeling of purity.

Despite that, it moved my heart and soul more strongly than any prayer I’d ever heard.

Even as he unveiled such an impressive recitation, the man kept knocking aside the ghouls that attacked him from all sides.

So many Arias would have been defenseless while chanting; you had to admit this man’s reactions were impressive.

He moved like flowing water. I didn’t know much about martial arts, but even I could tell he was pretty good.

Perhaps this was real-life kung fu, like you see so much in Asian movies.

I was captivated by the man’s movements for a while, but soon realized this was no time to be distracted. First off, why was the Asian man the only one fighting?

Where was the other guy?

I searched for the white man in the darkness and found him standing uselessly away from the commotion, not even lifting a finger to help. Maybe he was frozen in terror at being surrounded by so many ghouls. If that was the case, he had to be pretty pathetic.

“Amen,” the Asian man finished, making the sign of the cross in the air.

In an instant, the demons possessing the bodies were expelled and the corpses went back to just being corpses…or so he thought.

But as it turned out, the ghouls weren’t exorcised.

They kept swarming the two men as if nothing had happened.

The Asian man groaned something in another language and clucked his tongue. Probably wondering why his chant hadn’t worked.

I leaned back against the house’s old wall and laughed silently to myself.

Think that’s strange? It’s strange, isn’t it?

But that isn’t going to cut it.

My condolences.

Why don’t you give it another shot?

Once I was done laughing for a bit, I peeked my face out again to see how those foolish men were doing. A ghoul was just about to attack the Asian man savagely.

The man dodged without wasting any movement, knocked the attacking ghoul down with a bare-handed punch, and mercilessly twisted its neck. He put all his strength into it, and the ghoul’s head came off of its body with a sickening snap.

The man tossed the head aside without batting an eye, then ripped the arm off of another ghoul and knocked it to the ground. He stomped on it, putting a thick-soled boot through its chest.

“Gyaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!”

My blood ran cold at the pained scream.

Apparently, the man had switched strategies as soon as he realized chanting wouldn’t work. He was planning to physically destroy the ghouls one by one.

As I watched the man fighting against the huge horde like it was nothing, I found myself trembling.

This is bad…

At this rate, a ton of my most valuable parts would be damaged.

I was done observing.

I slipped a hand inside my habit and took out a flare from the holster on my thigh. I quickly removed the pin and threw it above the two men and the ghouls.

The flare exploded in the darkness, bathing everything in blinding light. The ghouls slowed down.

“This way!” I yelled in English. The Asian man noticed me first. He looked at this sudden newcomer with suspicion.

As I’d expected, he was extremely wary. I would just have to force my way in. I reached my arm out and urged them to come with me quickly.

“This way! Hurry! The light won’t last long!” My feigned desperation was worthy of an Academy Award, if I do say so myself. The man rushed over to me right away.

It had been hard to tell from far away, but he was about 10 centimeters taller than me, and I was 170 centimeters tall. Average height and weight—no, I suppose he was tall for an Asian. Up close, his face looked cleaner and manlier than I had thought. With his pale hair, he could have been a boy, or a young man, or way older than me. Not that I was good at guessing Asian people’s ages anyway.

“What’re you doing here? Are you an exorcist?”

“Save the introductions for later,” I responded to his fluent English question. I grabbed his wrist and dragged him into running with me.

“Hey, you too! Come quickly!” I yelled at the white guy, and made a beeline for the church. He tottered along after us, looking like he couldn’t care less about what was going on.

[your-friendly-neighborhood-sc00t]

Star vs. The Forces of Evil: Thoughts on the Series Finale

SvtFoE just concluded a few days ago, and to be perfectly honest, Im incredibly conflicted.

I've been putting this off for a little while now, since I've needed to time to gather all my thoughts and criticisms of everything that happened in the finale.

Firstly, I don't think they needed a full hour or so to properly wrap things up, like other people have stated.

Instead, more time should have been devoted to the plot and Star in general.

The very strange thing is, despite how much of a threat Mina is, and clearly was in the past few episodes, the writers decided to severely downplay her in favor of revolving mostly around Star and Marco's relationship.

I'm sorry, but in a show as engaging as SvtFoE, romance shouldn't really be the priority in the FINALE, the SERIES finale mind you.

Alot of time gets wasted on the two obsessing over being with each other and it's honestly sickening.

Like, I never cared for Starco, but I really feel like they shouldn't have wasted time with Marco/Jackie Tom/Star, if these two were obviously gonna be endgame.

Had they gotten together waaaay earlier, as they should've, let's say, Season 2, I probably would've felt more about them supposedly being forcibly separated after just getting together.

Another thing that really bothered me was that Star literally just broke up with Tom a few episodes ago, so basically, the relationship was entirely one-sided, and Star was forcing herself to cry during the breakup, and forcing herself to simply be in the relationship with Tom, since she was absolutely, head-over-heels for Marco at that point.

Just feels so rushed and forced, but whatever.

Something that really urked me, was the fact that there was no final battle between Star and Mina, y'know, one last confrontation between Star and the primary antagonist of the season.

No, she just, convienetly is out of the picture thanks to one of the stupid corrupted milhorses, and that's it. She can't even postpone the destruction of Magic or anything.

In my opinion, two, actually cool situations could have played out here.

So, y'know being in the Realm of Magic and all, this should've powered up Mina even further, and Star as well, they're surrounded by pure Magic, so, why shouldn't it empower them?

And then there's some epic final battle between them, maybe Moon and Eclipsa fight alongside Star, Hell, maybe even Tom and Marco get in on the action, and maybe Mina's so powerful here, that they just barely stop her, and while she's temporarily incapacitated, bam, they destroy magic, y'know? Something cool like that.

The other scenario that could play out, is the one that would've been FIRE.

So, the show established a Multiverse exists within the show's universe.

This is seen in Mathmagic, where we get a glimpse of various versions of Star in different universes and timelines.

Now, IMAGINE, if in the Realm of Magic when Mina shows up, Star tries to fight her, but she's too strong or whatever, so she opens up several portals to enlist the help of herselves to help her battle Mina, that would've been so cool, and would have killed two birds with one stone.

1. A proper final confrontation that is epic and different from all the other battles in the show.

2. The show has it's first and only "Multiverse Episode"

Just feels like a missed opportunity to me.

But what do we get?

Oh boy! More Starco drama!

Well, not before they successfully destroy Magic.

I did think it was really nice to see Solaria's spirit, or whatever it was, finally accept Meteora, she just kind of touches her cheek and smiles, it's a pretty sweet moment.

And Glossaryck's last (actual) line is kind of sad to be honest.

Something that really freaking bothered me was the fact that both Star and Marco chose each other over their friends, FAMILY, and HOMES.

Sorry, but I'm just not buying into this whole

"uwu we belong together forever uwu" crap

Like, they should've been together ALOT longer than a few episodes if dialogue like that was to be warranted and for non-Starco viewers to even care about them being separated.

Wait, there was one thing I forgot to mention that happens during this RoM part.

Marco literally is impaled around his stomach by Tom's corrupted Milhorse, and the crazy thing is, he just WALKS it off.

Like, I understand that after Magic is destroyed, the wound disappears, since that's obviously a magical wound, but, he walked around for a good long while BEFORE Star successfully destroyed Magic, so... He just, walks it off???

There's no logical reason for Marco to be able to endure a wound like this, he's fifteen, he's a CHILD for crying out loud.

So, that was shown in the trailer specifically to clickbait everyone, but there's actual pay-off at all.

Marco is able to literally flip one of these horses by the freaking horn, AFTER HE IS WOUNDED.

I feel like, obviously Marco shouldn't just fall over and die after being impaled, but I feel like he should've had to lean on Tom for the rest of the time here, like, there's no plausible explanation as to why he is able to walk this off like nothing happened.

But that isn't the only thing that has no logical explanation.

I know I'm covering most of the negatives so far, but just so you know, I actually was digging this episode for the most part, up until the last two minutes.

Moon and Eclipsa helping Star destroy the Magic was nice and dandy, and finally seeing Eclipsa's and even Meteora's Butterfly forms was pretty sweet.

Finally discovering why Glossaryck loves pudding was actually kinda funny, and served for the plot.

I've hated Ponyhead for a really long time, but she actually made me smile for the first time when she was comforting Star, telling all these stories to assure her, her friends were all well.

And Janna had a similar moment with Marco, where the two, for what seems like the first time, genuinely acknowledge eachother as friends, which was actually really nice.

But then, something has to happen to ruin EVERYTHING.

For a literally entirely unexplained reason, a portal opens between Mewni and Earth, then it explodes, and then Mewni and Earth have merged...?

Oh HEY, Star and Marco can be together at last!

Oh wait, none of this makes any fucking sense.

Is this show honestly trying to tell me, that a MAGICAL PORTAL opened up, despite the fact that Magic was literally destroyed five minutes ago???

There's no logical, rationale, reasonable REASON for this to have happened.

It's all just deus ex machina bullshit Daron came up with just so Star and Marco could be together, great.

Aside from that, there's some very concerning implications as a result of Star's actions that doesn't seem to be acknowledged at all by the characters.

The first thing being, the destruction of Magic means that all magically-based entities will be wiped from existence.

Meaning that entire species have just been wiped off the face of the Multiverse.

Meaning that Star has committed mass-genocide on a Multiversal scale.

And yet no one in the show seems to acknowledge that.

What they should have done, in my opinion, was simply depower all magically-based entities, leaving them to learn how to live without utilizing Magic on a day-to-day basis, that would have been interesting, and far-less scary.

The only one who would justifiably be gone is Glossaryck, who clearly has strong ties to Magic.

I'm surprised a show that is marketed towards children includes a protagonist who commits mass-genocide, and still gets smoochies from her boyfriend.

Woooow.

Another thing is, the Cleaving of Earth and Mewni, isn't exactly beneficial to ANYONE except Star and Marco.

Are humans, mewmans, and monsters, etc going to be able to live together in harmony?

I mean, I highly doubt everything is gonna be all peaches and cream, especially at first.

This probably is going to result in a whole slew of problems, but remember, it was worth it, so Star and Marco could be uwu'ing.

Props to a friend of mine for bringing this to my attention, but Star destroying Magic should've technically erased Meteora as well.

Think about it, Meteora was pretty much reborn through Magic, which would probably make her fall under that magically-based area.

Same thing with Star to be perfectly honest, her original body was destroyed during The Battle for Mewni, and her new body was entirely reconstructed from Magic, meaning that she should've been erased as well.

Which would have made for a hell of an interesting conflict in the finale, but oh well.

Seems like the rules are being ignored if you ask me.

The show unfortunately follows in the footsteps of the Legend of Korra, in which it's final shot and lines are dedicated to shipping, and not the series as a whole.

Which is incredibly disappointing, but oh well.

And then Mina, man oh man...

So Mina is depowered, and Moon offers to rehabilitate her, truly pitying her, and apologizing for using her, (although technically Mina was using her but, whatever)

And instead of Mina finally regaining a bit of her sanity, instead of finally showing some kind of development, instead of finally ending her conquest against monsters, instead of accepting that offer.

Mina just, basically says her racist ideas will always linger in the minds of others, and she walks off into the woods.

Her dialogue and the way she does this is just an absolute joke, like, the writers just downplay her at every possible moment.

The dialogue is clearly supposed to be funny, despite how mentally fractured this woman is, and it just feels disrespectful to the character in general.

Do you want her to be a psychotic, deranged soldier, stuck in her ways, who knows nothing but war and bigotry?

Or do you want her to be a clown, which is it, Daron?

I can't really say I'm satisfied with this ending.

There's too scary and/or concerning implications, unsatisfying resolutions, and questions for this to be a truly good finale.

I think more time should've been dedicated Mina, considering she's the main antagonist of the season, and it's the series finale, and the merging of Mewni and Earth should have never have been a thing.

Star and Marco should've went on with their lives.

The last we see of Marco should have been him going back to school.

And the last we see of Star should have been her giving a speech to the people of Mewni.

I don't know, I was just hoping for alot more, but the end result was just kind of rushed and unfulfilling.

However, when all is set and done,

Star vs. The Forces of Evil was a hell of a four-year ride, I had a blast watching it for all it's 4 seasons, and I'm really gonna miss it.

[l1teraryangel]

In Another Life (Ch. 3)

Warnings: Vomit, Violence, Death

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‘I am not safe, I am not safe, I am not—’

Ryou bit back a scream and settled for a loud squeak. He clung to Other Touzoku-Ou for dear life, even if the man did not exactly inspire a feeling of safety. Currently, sat between two demented versions of his lovers in a car going easily one-forty KMH, he thought himself more likely to die than any time in his past. Facing Zorc was a cakewalk compared to riding in an open-top convertible with Other Bakura at the wheel.

The men watched him — really, they hadn’t stopped since busting in his door. They looked to be exhilarated by his fear, and Touzoku-Ou eagerly used the opportunity as an excuse to hold Ryou in a crushing embrace.

“Having fun, baby?” He crooned, breath hot down Ryou’s neck and on his ear. “Want to go faster?”

“I-I don’t think that would be a good—”

This time he did scream as Bakura, egged on by Touzoku-Ou’s words, slammed his foot fully onto the gas pedal. The speedometer struggled to measure their acceleration. The only positive Ryou found in this predicament was maybe a cop would care about the maniacs shooting through the outer edge of Domino enough to pull them over. Realistically, they would likely kill the cop, if the earlier car owner Ryou witnessed them shank was anything to go by. But at least Ryou might have a second to let his stomach settle.

Bakura called out over the agonizing wind noise, “We got really lucky that idiot parked this nice ass car away from the main street. Think we should keep it?”

Touzoku-Ou, pulling back from Ryou’s ear, smirked at his partner. “We’ll have to dump the dumbass somewhere first. Wonder if he’s still bleeding out.”

“Didn’t stab him anywhere vital yet. Probably alive back there, getting blood all over the trunk. It’ll be a pain to clean, but man, this car is worth it.” The white-haired man’s dark eyes flickered down to Ryou. “What do you think, Ryou-bunny? Like the car?”

“It’s… nice…” 

‘I’d like it more if you didn’t stab someone for it and would stop driving like a lunatic. Ah, fuck, I’m going to be sick.’

“M-Maybe slow down a bit? What if the — urk!” Ryou covered his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut. “Police… pull you over…?”

Chuckling, the two men ignored his request. Ryou was pretty sure Bakura pushed the car to go a bit faster just because he asked that.

‘Noted. Don’t ask for favors. Shit, I really am going to—’

The tires screeched as Bakura rode the brakes and spun the car a flawless one-eighty. Honestly, if Ryou weren’t fighting the rising vomit in his throat, he might have been impressed by the successful maneuver. As it were, the second he heard the engine cut off and felt Touzoku-Ou’s grip lighten, he leapt over the edge of the car and lost whatever food Other Ryou had in his stomach.

He didn’t need to turn around to know they were studying him again, two lions stalking a hobbled gazelle. He heard them open and shut their individual doors, heard the crunch on the graveled side of the road as Bakura walked around the front of the car. Ryou couldn’t be bothered by them, though. Not with another wave of chunks and bile forcibly ejecting itself from his mouth.

“Tsk, tsk,” Bakura scolded, grin audible. “If you wanted me to slow down, rabbit, you should have said something.”

They threw their heads back, cackling, enthralled by their shared humor. Since he faced away from them, Ryou snuck in a quick eye roll and coughed out, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Disgusted by the smell of vomit, he stood and wiped his mouth clean, or rather he tried to. His legs shook beneath his weight, and he cursed mentally as one leg gave out almost instantly. With no hesitation or malice, this Touzoku-Ou caught and steadied Ryou, not unlike his own Touzoku-Ou, leaving him rather astonished.

“Easy there, little mouse,” He teased and kissed Ryou’s temple. His lips were so warm Ryou’s mind slipped a bit. For a moment, he considered locking their lips together.

‘I miss them… I miss my boys… Dammit, no, don’t start crying…Don’t — ah, fuck…’

“Aw, little rabbit, are you feeling that bad?” Bakura snuck in between the two other men and scooped Ryou up like he weighed nothing. “You look so pitiful right now.”

The words, cold and mocking, only increased the ache for his Bakura. Other Bakura chuckled and licked the tears from Ryou’s cheek, murmuring a “poor baby” into the boy’s hair.

‘Ugh… I need to sleep… I slept so much last night, but this body is drained. I shouldn’t say anything, but we are at the hotel now. Maybe they’ll let me sl— Shit.’

Ryou’s eyes shot open, glancing in the general direction of the hotel. In all the misery he endured for the past couple of hours, he forgot the hotel was supposed to be Malik and Yugi’s safe place. Accidental though it was, Ryou had led two knife-happy killers to his other self’s friends. No doubt about it, they had to be here by now.

‘Oh, Ra… What do I do? I have to keep them safe…’

“W-Why don’t we…?” He whispered, swallowing his nerves (and resulting bile). Curiosity stained their cold eyes, and Bakura tilted his head so his ear was closer to Ryou’s mouth. “We could keep going. We don’t have to stop here.”

They chortled at his feeble statement, and Bakura adjusted Ryou in his arms to press their lips together, to the latter’s disgust.

‘He doesn’t even kiss as well as my Bakura…’ The rueful words rang out in Ryou’s head, but he allowed the kiss with no resistance. ‘His lips aren’t very soft… And he’s rough, even without tongue.’

Touzoku-Ou slipped up behind them and planted a small kiss on Ryou’s head. “You sound too tired, little mouse. I think we should stop here and let you get some sleep. We should put him to bed, Bakura.”

“Indeed. We still need to deal with the moron in the back, though.”

Scowling like he just remembered, Touzoku-Ou eyed the vehicle’s inconspicuous trunk. His eyes gleamed dangerously, a tangible annoyance radiating out. “I’ll deal with it, then. Shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. Maybe twenty, if I can’t find a good spot to dump him.”

“Don’t bother dumping the body. Blue Eyes has an incinerator we can use.”

They shared a malevolent smirk at that and parted ways, although Touzoku-Ou dropped another quick kiss on Ryou’s head first. Bakura effortlessly carried Ryou, his rough grasp surely leaving more bruises along the other’s shoulders and legs.

As they reached the front door, Ryou tried to gingerly push away. “I think I can stand on my own now.”

“No. I don’t want you running off.”

“I won’t!” His reassurance earned a scoff. “I’m not stupid… I know I can’t outrun you.”

“That’s true,” Bakura sneered down at him. “I’d have to punish you if you tried, rabbit. Touzoku-Ou might cry, though, if you even thought of escaping. Better to stay in my arms for now. Big lug is so sensitive, y’know?”

An argument, riddled with incredulity, lay on the tip of his tongue, but Ryou conceded with a nod. “Okay.”

Bakura’s eyes traced over him, searching and suspicious. He looked ready to say something, likely about his pet’s unparalleled compliance, but the front desk clerk waltzed in from the back, successfully interceding whatever words lingered in his mind.

“Welcome to—” She paused, studying Bakura. Ryou saw the corners of his mouth twitch back into his usual smirk, which struck him as a definite negative. “Um, sorry, you just look… Familiar. Have you been here before?”

“Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure,” He responded, voice silky and seductive. To Ryou’s surprise, he felt himself being placed with great care back onto his own feet. The painful grip on his shoulder, however, reminded him to stay put. “My darling and I need a room. King bed, if you have it.”

Nervous, her eyes flickered between the two of them. “O-Oh, I thought you were brothers… You look so alike.”

“We get that a lot. The room?”

“Yes, sir, we have more than one available with a king. We’re pretty vacant, so you can have your pick.” She flipped her monitor around and pointed out a few different rooms. “This one has a nice view of the city at night. All the lights and stuff are beautiful. Or if you prefer a more natural view, we have one facing the west, as well.”

The doorbell jingled as someone walked in. Ryou peered around Bakura to see Touzoku-Ou was already back. He blanched when he saw a fresh coat of blood on both the man’s stolen shirt and hands. Touzoku-Ou must have noticed Ryou’s expression because he grinned and winked, smooching his lips in an air kiss to Ryou.

The clerk glanced over, her greeting ready to go. “I’ll be right with you in a min—”

It happened fast. With a flick of his spare hand, Bakura drove a knife deep into the clerk’s throat. Her eyes, wide with shock, dulled to nothing within seconds. The grip on his shoulder lessened, allowing Ryou the opportunity to step away from the blood spewing out of the wound. Crimson draped over the desk like a liquid blanket. For all his love of horror movies and the occult, Ryou’s stomach protested the sight.

Apparently a master of stealth, not unlike Ryou’s actual boyfriend, alternate Touzoku-Ou crept up behind the retreating boy. Bodies bumping, back to chest, Ryou whirled around.

“Not so fast, little mouse. Where are you—”

“Pick me up…!”

Taken aback, Bakura and Touzoku-Ou gawked at Ryou. The blood inched closer like it was alive and smelled the fear of its prey. It was so close to Ryou’s bare feet — the duo wouldn’t let him keep his shoes, too doubtful he would run — and Gods above , he refused to have another innocent girl’s blood on his skin. He could already hear the crash replaying in his head, see the crumpled bodies of two women strewn about the street like discarded trash. Their white hair soaked in the blood pooling beneath them and —

“P-Please! Please, just… Pick me up…”

Touzoku-Ou hesitated, sharing a look with Bakura, but he met the request with no cruel mockery. Ryou buried his face into the crook of the man’s neck, mumbling his thanks, and wrapping his arms as tight as he could so the other couldn’t drop him even if he wanted.

Miffed, either at Ryou’s moment of weakness or in jealousy of not being the one to hold the boy, Bakura growled and shoved the deceased receptionist’s body off the desk. “I’m going to check the back and make sure there aren’t more employees. I’ll cut the electricity while I’m at it. Do me a favor?”

Touzoku-Ou cocked an eyebrow expectantly, and Bakura’s grin split his face almost to a demonic level.

“Start checking for guests and get rid of them. This hotel is our playground tonight.”

His words burned Ryou’s ears, so he peeked up at Touzoku-Ou. Hope fluttered his heart when he saw his captor blankly staring at his partner.

“You want me to kill them?” Like a weighted disc dropped from a ten-story building, his next words crushed the last pinch of hope Ryou could muster. “Why not gather them up and have some fun? Killing them outright will be boring, don’t you think?”

Lust danced in Bakura’s eyes. “You have the best ideas, Babe.”

 *** 

Curled up in a ball, Ryou waited restlessly in the sightless black of some utility closet. He slammed his palms over his ears as a female, likely young by her voice, screamed for mercy. On either side of him, Other Malik and Yugi shivered violently.

Of course, as Ryou feared, they were already at the hotel. Touzoku-Ou and Bakura, delighted by the discovery, shoved them in the same locked closet with Ryou. Bakura had grinned and stolen a kiss from Ryou as he jeered, “Sit tight with your friends. We’re gonna get Kek and Atem here so we can start the real party.”

Face buried in his hands, Malik whimpered, “I can’t fucking believe this. What was all that planning for? We’re never going to be free of them.”

Yugi shook his head, tears slinging from his cheeks onto Ryou’s. “I don’t understand why they won’t leave us alone. All they want to do is kill, so why don’t they just finish us off?”

“Because,” Ryou sighed, removing his hands once the worst of the screams faded. “They’re sick. Keeping us around is better torture in their eyes. We’re like pets, fun to have until they get bored and put us down.”

Although he couldn’t see them, he knew his matter-of-face words captured their attention, so he continued, “I��m sorry, you guys. This is my fault. They — Bakura and Touzoku-Ou caught me before I could leave my apartment. Bakura got a hold of the address, and I couldn’t convince them to just go on to what’s his face’s place instead of here.”

Mute darkness surrounded them once more. Nervous, Ryou squinted, vainly searching for his alternate’s friends in an attempt to read their expressions.

“It’s not your fault,” Malik said suddenly. “I… We would never blame you, Ryou. Those psychos wouldn’t have stopped until they found us. Finding the address only accelerated it.”

Unconvincingly, Ryou offered, “M-Maybe we can still escape. They didn’t even tie us up, so—”

“We’re not a threat,” Yugi sniffled. “All three of us could charge at the bastards when they opened the door, but it would only make them mad. I…” His voice shattered into pieces. “I don’t want to be hurt. Not again. Let’s just… Just behave.”

A memory, spun together by the strands of hopelessness threading the atmosphere, pricked at Ryou’s mind. Over his shoulder, whispers of that night several years ago hissed in his ear.

/Yanushi. Come outside. Please./

\Go the fuck away, spirit. Or else.\

/With all due respect, my host, you have never and will never frighten me./

\We don’t share a body anymore. What’s to stop me from hurting you how you hurt me?\

/You don’t know we aren’t linked still. Drive a knife into my heart, if you are so confident./

\Fuck you. You think I won’t?\

/…You might, if you were like me. But you’re a far better person that I ever was./

\Flattery? I’m not giving into your whims. Not again.\

/It’s not flattery. It’s fact. Will you come outside or not?/

\I said no.\

/If you won’t come out, I’ll be forced to come in. I don’t want to… I’m not trying to hurt you. I want to talk./

\Everything you say to me is a lie. You always lie. You always hurt me or my friends. I’m done believing you.\

/I’m not lying. I’ve been trying to reach out all day. You heard me earlier, right? I felt our link, if only for a moment./

\You never fucking listen to me!\

/That’s not true. I’ve listened to you plenty./

\Right, you listened to me wish for friends and then twisted my words. But you never listen and just… do what I want.\

/ What do you want, then, Yanushi?/

\If you would listen! I’ve said it several times! I want you to go away and leave me alone! I don’t want to talk to you! I don’t want to see you!\

/We have to talk. You can’t pretend this hasn’t happened, that I’m not here./

\Why not? You used to do it all the time. Take control and leave me to rot in my soul room, forgotten and alone.\

/Yadonushi…/

\STOP CALLING ME THAT! I’m not your fucking host or your landlord or whatever Ra-damn titles you used to mock me with!\

/…Please, come outside and talk to me./

\Shut up. You can say it however nicely you want. You can say it all night. I’m not listening.\

/One last time… Humor me one last time, and if my presence displeases you, I’ll leave forever./

\There is no if, spirit. And as far as you leaving ‘forever’? I thought that last time, too. I was actually happy for a while.\

/…Please, Yad— …Ryou. /

A slice of daylight illuminated the closet, startling the three captives. Pulled from his dreamlike state, Ryou half-gasped, half-sobbed. Whether it was from the interruption or recalling the first time Bakura dared speak his actual name, he wasn’t sure.

Blue heather eyes sought out his own through the cracked door. Splatters of blood coated Touzoku-Ou’s face, so dark and layered Ryou couldn’t even make out the scar.

“Little mouse~” purred the man and offered his hand like a true gentleman. “Come here, Ryou. Bakura and I want your… assistance.”

Helpless, Ryou complied and grasped the hand. His body soared through the door at the rushed tug his thin arm received, and he grimaced at the pain slinking down his wrist to his shoulder joint. Behind them, Touzoku-Ou shut the door, locking it back with a cocky grin.

“Gotta keep Atem and Kek’s obnoxious brats secure. They aren’t good boys like you.”

Words flew from his mouth before his filter caught them. “You locked me in there, too.”

Their eyes locked, and Ryou immediately remembered he was the prey in this relationship. Touzoku-Ou’s face remained lax, but something dangerous flitted across his eyes, a shooting star of annoyance or irritation.

“They might influence you,” He said, intentionally slow, pronouncing each syllable crystal clear. “They have before, according to you. I don’t want you to be a bad boy again, or we’ll have to punish you.”

Gulping, Ryou nodded and averted his eyes. Droplets of blood decorated the floor like a tacky polka dot design. ‘I can’t slip like that. I’ve managed to keep them calm for the most part. Gotta keep my cool.’ 

“Look at me.”

Startled, Ryou obeyed the order, doe-eyed and lip quivering. Lifting his weight onto the balls of his feet like before, Touzoku-Ou leaned in. Their eyes met, perfectly level right down to the pupils.

Cracks formed in the blood around Touzoku-Ou’s mouth as his lips curled into a toothy, voracious smile. “I enjoy punishing you, Ryou. If you want to misbehave, I’ll gladly react accordingly. We’ve been such kind boyfriends today, haven’t we? We forgave you for being bad and even promised a reward since you’ve been minding yourself. But I won’t tolerate you talking back to me. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes.”

“And what do you say, little mouse, for hurting my feelings and being mouthy?”

“I’m sorry, Touzoku-Ou.”

“And?”

What Ryou really wanted to say would definitely land him in hot water. Confused by the looming query, he searched his vocabulary for another way to atone, channeling his meeker years at the mercy of Bakura.

“I… promise not to do it again…?”

Eyes stabbing into Ryou’s, Touzoku-Ou hummed. “That will do, I guess. Let’s get this straight, alright? Bakura and I intend to keep you for a long time. Our relationship can go one of two ways: you can be bad, and we’ll punish you. Or you can be good, and we’ll reward you. I assure you, we can find pleasure in either, but I bet you’ll enjoy rewards more, right?”

“Yes, Touzoku-Ou.”

The smile faded into something less terrifying. “Heh, that’s more like it. Bakura and I have something fun in mind for just the three of us. You’re going to behave?”

‘Like I have a choice?’

“Yes.”

Approval written on his face, Touzoku-Ou lowered himself away from Ryou and pulled the boy along to the lobby. An impatient Bakura awaited them, tapping his foot like hours had passed instead of minutes.

He growled at no one in particular, “What fucking took so long?”

Touzoku-Ou pushed Ryou forward, sending him tumbling in front of Bakura, who shot a devilish grin down at the boy despite his otherwise vexation. “Ryou forgot his manners for a minute, so we had a little chat. No harm, no foul. Those friends of his are a bad influence, if you ask me. He’s been behaving all day until they showed up.”

“Unfortunately,” Bakura drawled while yanking Ryou back to his feet, “they’re off-limits so long as Kek and Atem have dibs. I doubt we’ll ever get a go at the little one — what’s his name, Ryou-bunny?”

Mind fumbling, bewilderment danced behind Ryou’s eyes as he answered, “Y-Yugi?”

Pleased by his cooperation, Bakura snapped and finger-gunned Ryou. “Bingo! That’s right. Little Yugi Mutou. Atem is far too obsessed with that midget, if you ask me. As far as the other one, hard to say if Kek will lose interest or not. He does like pretty things, and I suppose I can see the beauty of — the name, Ryou-bunny?”

His voice came in a whisper. “Malik.”

“Right, Malik Ishtar. Exotic-looking toy, but…” Bakura snaked his arms around Ryou’s waist, smashing their bodies together tight enough to feel his skeleton beneath layers of lean muscle. “I prefer our little rabbit. He’s perfect for us, right down to his lovely hair.”

Touzoku-Ou slid over and fisted a handful of Ryou’s hair, not quite tugging but without any gentleness. “He is beautiful. A lovely albino mouse.”

Since his daunting encounter with Other Touzoku-Ou clung to his mind, Ryou decided to play super sweet and shaped his mouth into an appeasing smile. “Thank you.”

A hint of a chuckle in his voice, Bakura breathed against his ear. “Good bunny. Now… Why don't we start?”

While the copper-eyed man spun around to gather unseen items, Ryou puzzled over the idea that, in this realm, it seemed his similar appearance and matching hair were responsible for attracting the two killers. Yet, funnily enough, at the end of the day it still came down to genetics, like his own bloodline tying him to the King of Thieves. If he ever met his alternate self, Ryou knew they could bond over their tragic luck, even if his own had somehow turned in recent years.

“Hm, Ryou-bunny? Hold out your hand.”

Under Touzoku-Ou intense watch and utterly trapped, Ryou lifted his left hand outwards. Drawn by instinct, his eyes flickered over the center of his palm. Unmarred and smooth, the pale flesh set his heart thumping. His hand — his actual hand in his actual body — carried a scar from Bakura’s anger years ago. Sometimes, when he closed his hand, he still felt the handcrafted diorama’s flawless point piercing through bone and muscle alike.

A knife, serrated and untainted by scarlet, dropped into his palm without warning. His reflexes saved it from falling, and the blade rewarded him by digging its teeth into his skin. Thankfully, the pain was nothing noteworthy, but it left a bad taste in the boy’s mouth given his prior train of thought.

“Take the knife, rabbit,” Bakura instructed, holding up two sibling blades. “It’s time to play. Me and Touzoku-Ou are gonna finally introduce you to our favorite game.”

“What game…?” The uneasiness broke through his words regardless of his efforts.

Touzoku-Ou leaned over Ryou’s shoulder, brushing their cheeks together and gifting Ryou a blood splatter of his own. “We call it Night Surgeon*.”

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*Any Repo The Genetic Opera fans?

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City of Bones: Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Secrets and Lies Clary’s drawing and experiencing some Frustration. And like…..ya girl I gotcha. I know the pain. Clary wishes she could be more like her mother which is kind of sweet but super cliché. The phone rings, and it’s Simon being That Lovable Dork™ and pretending to be one of the guys she saw carying a knife. It’s a little funny, ngl, but Simon…come on. Clary’s upset rn.

Clary’s mom was apparently upset they were home late, and we get this:

“I am the bane of her existence,” Clary said, mimicking her mother’s precise phrasing with only a slight twinge of guilt.

…That was her mother’s precise phrasing? Clary, don’t feel guilty mimicking that. Your mom called you the bane of her existence! This is just bad writing, y’all. Jocelyn Fray is set up to be this loving, kind mom…and she says something like that? It makes sense that she’s angry, like, fine, let her be angry. But Cassandra Clare has absolutely no sense of extremes. This is just a li’l too much, babe. Tone it down.

OH GODD. I forgot. Simon has a band. Of course he does, bc this can’t get any more cliché. Simon invites Clary to a poetry reading one of his bandmates is doing. So far, it seems like all of Clary’s friends are boys, which really urks me. Let girls be friends! Let girls take care of each other! A girl isn’t “cool” just bc all her friends are boys. A girl who says “I don’t get along with other girls?” Take care of her. There is some deep internalized mysoginy going on. (Don’t @ me!)

Apparently Eric is really bad at poetry, which, like, mood. They agree that even though Clary’s mom is mad at her for going out the night before, Simon’ll still pick Clary up and bring her to the poetry slam. Not so nice of Simon, but I get the appeal of dragging someone along to a terrible poetry reading. Sometimes you just need support.

There’s a picture of Clary’s dad over the mantel. Apparently he was a soldier who died crashing his car into a tree before Clary was born. Even someone who has never heard anything about these books before and is experiencing them for the first time would be able to tell that Clary has clearly been fed a pack of lies. Apparently Jocelyn never talks about him but has a box with his initials (JC, gonna come up later 100%) with his medals inside.

Clary hears someone coming and grabs a book bc “Jocelyn recognized reading as a sacred pastime and wouldn’t interrupt Clary in the middle of a book, even to yell at her.” Ummmm,,,, sounds like a bad policy, Jocie. Clary should have walked in the night before with a book glued to her face.

A guy called Luke comes in holding folded cardboard boxes, and all I can picture is this:

And that’s how we’ll be thinking of Luke from now on. There’s some dumb background info:

“Hey, Un—hey, Luke,” she said. He’d asked her to stop calling him Uncle Luke about a year ago, claiming that it made him feel old, and anyway reminded him of Uncle Tom’s Cabin. Besides, he’d remind her gently, he wasn’t really her uncle, just a close friend of her mother’s who’d known her all her life.

I’M SCREAMING. This is bad writing, folks. This is bad writing. Have any of you guys braved the steaming shit pile that is Handbook for Mortals? This reminds me of that. Totally unnecessary detail that just detracts from the action. Besides being unnecessary, it’s really fucking awkward. Nobody talks like that. “Hi, Uncle Luke!” “Don’t call me that. That reminds me of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, which for some reason Cassandra Clare won’t italicize. Besides, I’m not really your uncle, just a close friend of your mother’s who’s known you all your life.” Umm, Luke??? That’s what people call close friends of their parent’s. It’s a known thing that people do. Also, most people do not think of Uncle Tom’s Cabin after hearing “Uncle Luke”. So calm down, Uncle Luke.

There’s some banter. Apparently Clary’s mom is parking the truck. (Do you guys know how hard it is for me not to type Clare instead of Clary?? It keeps happening.)

Apparently the book Clary grabbed from the side-table was The Golden Bough. Now, spoiler alert: Jocelyn has had Clary’s memories of magic all wiped, which I know from the first time I read this hell book. So why would she purposely put books about mythology and magic in the house??????

Clary asks Luke if he’s ever seen something no one else could see, and he reacts totally unsuspiciously by dropping his tape gun. He spews some bullshit about hallucinating being okay bc she’s “an artist” and “sees the world in ways that other people don’t.”

Jocelyn walks in, and ofc, she’s super gorgeous blah blah blah. This happens:

People always told Clary that she looked like her mother, but she couldn’t see it herself. The only thing that was similar about them was their figures: They were both slender, with small chests and narrow hips. She knew she wasn’t beautiful like her mother was. To be beautiful you had to be willowy and tall. When you were as short as Clary was, just over five feet, you were cute. Not pretty or beautiful, but cute. Throw in carroty hair and a face full of freckles, and she was a Raggedy Ann to her mother’s Barbie doll.

#letgirlsknowthey’repretty2018!!!! Alternatively, stop being fucking cowards and let your MC not be classically beautiful. Bc I’m sorry, we all know Clary is supposed to be gorgeous. Her biggest flaw is that she’s short??? Honey, I am 4 feet 11 inches, and I’ll be that tall until the day I die (unless I do one of those old-lady shrinks). Being short isn’t actually a fucking flaw, Clare’s just pretending it is. I’m just sick of this. Girls have to be beautiful, but they can’t know they’re beautiful. And they can’t be beautiful if it’s not in a thin, white-girl way. Here’s what I want: fat girls who know they’re gorgeous. Girls of color who know they’re gorgeous. Jewish girls and Muslim girls who know they’re gorgeous. Alternatively, I want girls aren’t gorgeous and aren’t described in such a way that we’re supposed to know they’re actually gorgeous. I want girls who don’t pass judgement on themselves at all. I want girls who can just be without having to fulfill some vision of beauty.

Bc here is what we’re supposed to take away from Clary’s description: she has striking red hair and pretty freckles. She’s short and slender. She’s cute and pretty. She just doesn’t know it. Gag me.

Ughhhh. Clary’s also clumsy, her second “flaw”. This isn’t a real fucking flaw!! A flaw is something that is actually detrimental to you, okay??? When you say, “Oh, this character is clumsy,” you’re really saying, “I’m too lazy to think up some actual flaws.” And Clare’s been known to plagiarize, which is a lazy person’s sin.

Jocelyn drops the bombshell that they’re, um…going on vacation. Jocelyn, Clary, and Luke are going to a place called the “farmhouse” in upstate NY for the rest of the summer. As any well-read YA reader knows, this is code for OH FUCKING SHIT WE’RE ABOUT TO DIE THEY’RE ON TO US THROW YOUR CLOTHING INTO A SUITCASE AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

Clary flips shit bc even though she earlier said school is only a few weeks away, the rest of summer is apparently really long now. She demands to know what could happen if she stays behind. Apparently the only way Clare can show that somebody is startled is by them dropping something, so Luke drops some picture frames. Ugh, totally not worth being startled over, Uncle Luke. He says he has to go, and Clary hears him and her mom whispering about someone called Bane. From now on, this is Bane:

I promise he’s more badass than anything Cassandra Clare could come up with.

There’s some more Shady Conversation between Jocelyn and Luke that Clary is too dumb to follow, and Luke tells Jocelyn to talk to Clary. It’s really weird that after years of protecting Clary they’re just gonna argue right in front of her, but Clare does what Clare wants.

This happens:

The door flew open. Jocelyn gave a little scream. “Jesus!” Luke exclaimed. “Actually, it’s just me,” said Simon. “Although I’ve been told the resemblance is startling.” He waved at Clary from the doorway. “You ready?”

;lasdlajlkajldljl So much happening here. For one, Jocelyn screams. Why is it always the woman who screams? Why was Isabelle the one shrieking? Why is it possible for female authors to be mysoginistc? Why does the world suck?

But my main point is that I think Simon is supposed to be likable? But honestly he’s just coming over as a real douchebag, so jot that down. Anyway, Clary and Simon fuck off. It’s a little weird that Jocelyn is just letting Clary go, but as we all know, Clare does what Clare wants. Oh, and Clary’s super rude to her mom as they’re leaving. The usual.

Oh, God. Another wonderful Simonism. As they’re going down the stairs, Simon says, “Jesus, woman, don’t rip my arm off.” I love, love, love when a female character is referred to as “woman”! Hahahaha nope. Not even as a joke. I think it’s dumb and sexist and argh. Simon is just proving himself to be a real treat. 

We learn that Clary lives in a brownstone that’s been divided into apartments and she and her mom share the building with a psychic called Dorothea.

“Nice to see she’s doing a booming business,” Simon said. “It’s hard to get steady prophet work these days.” “Do you have to be sarcastic about everything?” Clary snapped.

Hate to say it, but I’m with Clary on this one. Also, once again, Clare shows that she really doesn't understand moderation. Simon making a crack once in a while? Okay. Probably funny. ALL OF SIMON’S LINES BEING THESE ANNOYING JOKES?? NOT FUNNY. KILL BILL SIRENS EACH TIME. I’M TIRED.

WAIT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I THINK MAGNUS JUST WALKED OUT OF DOROTHEA’S APARTMENT??? YASSSSSS, HERE WE GOOOOO. Clary does the annoying thing where she’s like “am I remembering something?” but then doesn’t remember anything at all. Anyway, that’s the end of Magnus for this chapter.

We rejoin our intrepid assholes at a Mexican restaurant where Clary is angsting about her mom and Simon is cracking jokes. Clary talks about how she knows nothing about her mom’s life before her mom had her. It’s page 31 and nothing interesting has happened yet I swear to God. Simon’s like, “Haven’t you see all those scars your mom has?” and Clary’s like “What scars?” which we all know is bc she’s been mind-whiped or something. Clary ignored a call from her mom, which is exactly the thing to do when your mom is acting erratic and scared!!

They leave the restaurant and Clary thinks she sees a doll’s wings flutter. Simon complains about being the only boy in his band without a girlfriend. Save yourself, Clary! You suck, but save yourself from the Nice Guy™ anyway!! There’s a low-key homophobic joke:

“Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor. And he smells like Windex.” “At least you know he’s still available.” Simon glared. “Not funny, Fray.”

And then Clary gets even worse:

“There’s always Sheila ‘The Thong’ Barbarino,” Clary suggested. Clary had sat behind her in math class in ninth grade. Every time Sheila had dropped her pencil—which had been often—Clary had been treated to the sight of Sheila’s underwear riding above the waistband of her super-low-rise jeans.

(source: https://tenor.com/view/batman-donotwant-animated-gif-4668582)

Look. I am not a nice person. I’ve been known to commit lashon hara, which is the Jewish way of saying being a big ol’ gossip whore. But I would never slut-shame. And I expect better of my female protagonists. This book is just so filled with girl-on-girl hate. And I hate girl-on-girl hate. I want girls building each other up. I want girls loving each other. I want girls supporting other girls, not tearing them down. I don’t want girls who only make friends with boys and then slut-shame other girls with them.

Oh, it turns out Eric the poet is dating Sheila. And we’re on our way to the poetry reading. Great! I bet we’ll meet her, and it’ll be slut-shaming goodness. Clary calls Eric a sexist pig for telling Simon to “just decide which girl in school had the most rockin’ bod and ask her out on the first day of classes.” I am totally in agreeance that Eric is a sexist pig. So why, perchance, is Simon FRIENDS WITH THIS ASSHOLE? This is the CLASSIC Nice Guy™. They always have a coterie of sexist pig friends to show how Nice they are in contrast. Fuck that. Actual nice guys, who aren’t Nice Guys™? They have nice friends.

Clary ignores a call from her mom and thinks about how much she’ll miss Simon while at the farmhouse even though she’s been nothing but annoyed at him since page one. The chapter thankfully ends.

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The marauders : Chapter one

September 1975, London

King's cross station was crowded. Like always. From everywhere travelers were rushing, struggling to reach their train station on time, or to say a last goodbye to a friend. Security agents were trying to order all of this with long whistles, in vain. In the middle of this marvelous mess, three teenagers were waiting for the fourth of their crew. He was late. Very late.

« For god sakes, I swear if we misss the train because of Prongs, i’ll murder him » the taller of them mumbled, looking at his watch. « Chill Remus, he won’t be long » reply a handsome young man with brown air. In fact, James Potter was already arriving in the corridor, he stoped himself, trying to catch his breath, in front of his friend’s suitcases. « WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?’ « Sorry mate, I forgot my glasses at home and you know how my mom is... » « Don’t forget your glasses my little bunny » his best friends said with one voice. The latecomer scratched his head, embarrassed. His mother could annoyed him sometimes but god she was right, his eyesight was awful. « We will have plenty of time to talk later, we have to move quick » a blond guy names Peter told to his friends, becoming impatient He was the only one of the group who kept his childish rosy round cheeks. They were 16 years old and all the girls was hook on them, except Peter. He was always following the other marauders in last position, trying his best to be their equal. That’s maybe why he loved so much to invent lies, telling them about a secret relationship with a girl during the summer or an extraordinary nocturnal aventure. Nothing was true, but what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them ! Not everyone could be part of The Marauders like call themselves. Four best friends, for ever. They made a promise. And here they were, running and pushing their trolleys, trying to find their way through the muggles. « QUICK » Remus shouted, before running straight to a wall.

This scene was quite spectacular indeed, four young man, runing head first into a wall before disapearing. A supernatural event that should have shocked everyone, but it was known, the muggles always see what they want, being blind to any kind of magic. Whatever, on the other side, the marauders literally jump into the the Hogartw Express. A long whistle followed them and the locomotive started moving almost immediately. « That was close » said Peter opening a button on his shirt. He slip his forehead with a lovely embroidered handkerchief with the colors of the Gryffindor house, red and gold. Now they had to found a seat.  

Remus:

Sirius:

Peter:

James:

Severus was quite tall for his age, but it was like nobody was seeing him. He was always pushed against walls, being spitt on his toe, and his books constantly throwing on the floor. He was used to that. five years in Hogwarts, five years and nobody ever cared about him. Except oh joy, the marauders, he was their scapegoat.. Snivellus they called him And then there was Lily, Lily and her doll skin, her deep green eyes, and those marvelous long ginger hair. How could someone not notice her? But she was not into Severus. Not anymore They used to be friends, best friends almost. Always hanging out with each other, impatient to go to Hogwarts But it was precisely this place wich destroyed their friendship. A third character had been added : James potter. A stupid nerd with messy hair who was trying to stole Lily from him. And she liked him, obviously. He hated them, him and his friends, exceedingly arrogant, strutting about the castle like they were kings, like they were owning it. What was the point to fight for a girl who didn’t care about him anyway? She was here, more beautiful than ever in the corridor of the train, in a small skirt and an summer top on. The 2 months had made her look even more beautiful than she was already. Severus shook his head, trying to forget a memory of the young girl smiling at him and turned to the Slytherin’s wagon. He was not wanted here either but The Marauders could never enter so it was better than nothing.

Severus:

The Slytherin students had already put their wizard robes on, they were all very disciplined, especially since Larry Mcleod was prefect. He was determined too maintain law and order. But he will also help his students to shine in any way. It was also the goal of Karen Rosier, but for now she had other thoughs in mind, like her friends. Karen and her boyfriend Matthew Day were the stereotype of the perfect couple. Good looking, brillant, popular, ambitious. Who didn’t want to be like them ? He was thecapitain of the Slytherin Quiddich team for 2 years now, and her, freshly named prefect, had a talent in transfiguration. She was already abel to realise human transfiguration, for the great pleasure of her professor,McGonagall. But they also had plenty of enemies. « How were your holidays Karen ?» A boy named Bernie, asked « Good, my parents invited the Blacks for a month in our vacation house, the one near the lake » « With Narcissa and Bellatrix, lucky you » a pretty Métis whispered, envious Karen and Julian were best friends since day one. Always wearing cool clothes and makeup. They had been basic bitches too long. Mocking other students were their favorite hobby. Fortunatly more the years passed, better person they were trying to be. «  Bella is so cool, she gave me cigarettes» « Nice babe» Matthew wistled before languorously kissing his girlfriend« I hope you didn’t do anything stupid? » « What? Are you jealous of Sirius? » « You mean Regulus » Bernie exclamed with a big laugh. « Shut up Bern’, I don’t like how he looks at her, that’s all » The brawny blond guy put his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder and put a Bertie Bott’s bean in his mouth, he was very possessive. The simple idea of any boy, flirting with his girl, was mading him loose his mind, and became quite violent. Most of peoples feared him, and din’t even look at Karen. Only the Black brothers were the exception to the rule, just because they were longtime friends with the Rosier. God damn it, he wanted to punch Regulus in the face so bad. Karen forbidded him, she always defending him… « Urk, pepper » he said about his snack. It was not only that taste he had in his mouth. Also the bitter one of jealousy.

Karen:

Matthew:

Julian:

Bernie:

There were always a lot of noise in the oars of the Hufflepuff. How not to be enthusiastic about being reunited with friends and especially starting a new year at Hogwarts? But this year, Melissa was more anxious than anything else. Her new responsibilities of prefect kept her awake at night. How to reconcile the class, Quidditch, her association, her friends and that? She was turning the problem on all sides but there seemed to be no solution. "Relax " growled her friend Delly already exhausted by her incessant going and coming at the second-year table. "They put candy paper everywhere! Dumbledore is gonna kill me, or worst expelled me! " "A little spell before we go out and it will be okay. Come and sit down please" Melissa grudgingly accepted her proposition and fell on the bench. Delly grabbed her by the shoulders and gently started a back massage. This will help her. Melissa let her gaze slide towards the landscape. She recognized the black lake. They were arriving.

Melissa:

Delly:

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I love your murderfish au so much it's probably going to be one of my fave mermaid aus of all time at this point lol I was wondering tho how murderfish!johns first hunt would go? I loved both of those chapters so much!!!

hello, soldier, says John, and the young Brit kneeling at the water’s edge startles and jumps to his feet. John ducks down low in the water, as if he’d been startled too, but doesn’t dive all the way under, doesn’t take his eyes off the man in his bright red coat. mustn’t lose sight of the prey.

what—what— the redcoat stammers. balled-up shirt in his hands—not important enough to hire a laundress, it seems. you—you’re a mermaid. you’re a fucking mermaid.

yes, obviously, and John would like to roll his eyes and launch himself out of the water at the man, but he restrains himself. smiles soothingly. close-lipped. Alex has been very clear on that point. don’t give the game up right away, don’t go straight for the throat, let ‘em get their guard down, let ‘em relax before you—

—kill them.

Alex had winced a little. i mean, yeah, but i was trying to be polite about it.

why?

well, i—you—this is new to you. doing it for yourself. it’s, for a human, it’s—i didn’t want to scare you, or, or…

John had rolled his eyes. look, you can mother hen me all you want later, but for now just tell me the right way to do it, and i’ll do it, yeah? no point in pussyfooting around.

i suppose. Alex had looked at him hard, unblinking, for a long moment, before changing the subject to Compulsion. not the first time he’s come over all suspicious since John was changed, as though he’s expecting John to break down in—not in tears, they can’t cry, but in something like that—over his lost humanity any second. touching, but unnecessary. John’s adjusting quickly. quick enough to surprise himself, even, at times, but this now is just a matter of practicality. he’s a mermaid. he has to eat. and in order to eat, he has to hunt. that’s all there is to it. no need for hysterics, Alex, get a grip.

and speaking of Alex—

Alex makes his appearance, bobbing to the surface just downstream of John. scales a warm gold all over, like his skin would be if he were human, green only just visible in the hollow of his throat and the webs between his fingers. the redcoat jitters, outnumbered, makes as if to dash off, but Alex lays his head to the side and looks up at him out of the corners of his big dark eyes. a well-practiced act. John recognizes that coy flutter of eyelashes, that coquettish set to the shoulders, from when he and Alex had shared a tent and a bedroll.

don’t be scared, says Alex. sings Alex. don’t be scared, we won’t hurt you, all we wanted was to see you. funny how he sounds to John now; John had never really understood Alex’s complaints about having a less-than-stellar voice, but now that John’s a mermaid too he can hear the rough edges and the muddled tone that human ears couldn’t catch. can hear Alex working harder to straighten those out, to keep his Compulsion true. John lets out a low, rolling hum, and Alex glances at him—i can do it myself, thank you— but it bolsters his voice a little bit, and when he sighs please don’t go the redcoat steps back toward the riverbank, his will softening.

why’d you want to see me? he asks, still with an edge of distrust to his voice.

why not? why wouldn’t we want to? face like that. body like that. ‘course we’d want to see.

handsome, purrs John, adding his voice to Alex’s, and the redcoat shivers. handsome boy. wanted to see you close.

see you, echoes Alex.

touch you.

hold you.

wanted to… John’s tail swishes through the water, sinuous. less vulgar than a wink and a bitten lip, but a human would read it just the same. a human is reading it just the same, to judge by the flush on the redcoat’s cheeks.

you won’t— he says a little thickly. shakes his head like a dog bothered by flies. you won’t hurt me? promise you won’t hurt me.

Alex smiles. teeth very close to the surface. promise. come here now. come here. let us hold you.

just for a moment. only a moment, and then i have to get back to my regiment. the redcoat kneels back down where he’d been sitting before, and John and Alex draw closer, closer. close enough to see the fine hairs on the redcoat’s knuckles, the pale nick of a scar on his chin. brown eyes and soft curling hair. he really is pretty, John thinks. the kind of boy he would have mooned and sighed and spent into his handkerchief over once upon a time, before he was a mermaid, before Alex. now the pretty face is less important to him than the warm blood under the skin.

what’s your name, handsome boy, says John, reaching out of the water, laying his hand on the redcoat’s arm. greenblue on red. redcoat doesn’t notice the claws.

Perkins. Thomas Perkins. er. Lieutenant Perkins.

an officer, fancy that, says Alex, letting a bit of humor bleed in under the Compulsion. isn’t this an honor. how-d’ye-do, Lieutenant Perkins. he shoots an amused look at John, and John fights down a snicker. he knows his uniforms as well as the next man, and if Perkins here is ranked any higher than a sergeant, John’ll beach himself. trying to show off for the pretty mermaids, maybe. serves them well enough. they have a name now, and there’s power in that, even if it’s just a hollow human by-word for a man and not a true naming.

hello, Thomas, John says simply. he watches Alex take the man by his other sleeve, careful not to touch skin. much harder to believe a creature willing and wanting if you know it’s as cold as John and Alex are.

Thomas-the-redcoat is fooled, though. and what do you ladies call yourselves, he asks sleepily. he settles down on the bank, dangles his legs in the water without bothering to take his boots off first.

does it matter, sings John. 

doesn’t matter at all, sings Alex. won’t you come and swim with us, Tom?

come here now, Thomas. pretty Thomas. handsome Tom. come swim with us. 

and that does it. the redcoat sighs and slips down into the river, and John and Alex catch him in their arms and bear him under. silver bubbles trailing from his mouth and nose. he blinks at them, dreamy, unconcerned, and stretches out a hand to stroke Alex’s cheek. his brow furrows a bit in confusion at the sandpapery scritch of Alex’s scales, not the soft smooth skin he’d expected to feel. Alex murmurs don’t worry don’t fear you are safe with us, and leans into the touch, and fixes their little redcoat with the stare of a hunting shark.

Alex smiles.

really smiles.

before Thomas has time to even go stiff with fear, Alex lunges forward and buries his needle teeth in the boy’s neck.

Thomas goes urk— and a thread of blood unspools in the water and John smells it, tastes it in his mouth and in his nose and in his flaring gills, and the hunger coiled in his belly leaps up sharp and fierce and screaming. he clamps his fingers around Thomas’ arm and yanks him close and bites down on his shoulder through thick red fabric. venom in his mouth, bitter, and hot sweet blood. he jerks his head to the side and tears off a mouthful of flesh, gulps it down, and it’s so good, so much better than squirming fish, so much better than he can ever remember human food being, so warm, so alive, he needs more, he needs more.

Alex snarls something in the mermaid language John still only half-understands, stop and mine and don’t, and John snarls back without words and hauls on the redcoat’s arm so hard he hears a crunch of bone. and like hell is he going to be left with nothing but a measly arm when there’s still soft unprotected belly to be spoken for, lungs and liver and guts, and heart still, somehow, beating away under a flimsy cage of ribs, so he drives forward and rams the redcoat down against the riverbed. the last of the breath escapes him in a hollow gurgle.

John sinks his claws into the redcoat’s chest. rips away flesh and bone as easily as red cloth. reaches into the hole there made and draws out the heart, hot as a coal against his cold scales. tears into it. the whole world flushes red for a moment. beautiful, perfect red. iron on his tongue and in his gills. lifeblood sliding down his throat. 

it’s right. it’s good.

mine mine mine, howls Alex, clawing at John, jarring him back to reality. John hisses reflexively and darts backward with the heart in his hands, slaps Alex with his tail to send him reeling away with scales flaring poison-green. he bares his teeth at the interloper, at the kill-stealer, at the scavenging runt.

John, Alex wails, and the world fractures a little, slips out of true. John. that’s him. he is John Laurens, and he is holding in his hands the heart of a man, a man he just killed, a man he intends to eat. something in his head slams itself against the bars of its cage, screaming shrill and unintelligible. wrong. something is wrong. wrong to kill a man, and tear out his heart. wrong to eat it. wrong because—

John, Alex cries again, and John loses the shape of it. wrong because—this is Alex’s kill too. wrong to lay claim to it, when Alex lured the prey, when Alex had the first bite. he deserves to taste. yes, that must have been the problem. easy to fix.

Al-icks. the name is leaden and awkward on his tongue underwater. he tries again. Alex.

Alex blinks at him with sharp, distrustful eyes, his claws still curled threateningly.

Alex. John holds out what remains of the heart. difficult to shape the Mermish words, but it’s getting easier every day, every hour, and he finds them eventually. come. come to me, Alex. come to me.

Alex swims a little closer.

yours. yours, Alex. come to me. Alex. Alex.

Alex’s scales have faded back down to soft turquoise. still a lingering warmth in the twist of muscle and gore in John’s hands. Alex must be able to feel it in the water, just as John can.

yours, Alex, love. yours, love. come and take it. yours.

Alex reaches out and grips John’s wrists, hard enough to make John gasp. he bows his head over John’s hands.

mine, he agrees, and eats. tongue and lips and fangs against John’s scales. heartsblood in the water.

heartsblood in his mouth, when he finishes, when John pulls him up for a kiss.

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OH GOD HE CALLED ME SON, I CAN DIE HAPPILY. And then– 

UGH CALE. 

Actually making physical contact with his (unwilling?) father aside, a sort of simmering glare made its way to his elder brother, chestnut eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “Y…You could h..have worded it… B…Better, c…couldn’t you?” No, he wouldn’t have, but it deserves a very solid punch to his brother’s shoulders.

Or more like he would have liked to, but now that he’s being eyed, Psi can’t find himself willing to make a bad impression. I’ll kill you later, Cale. “U…Um, s…same, I g..guess?” Urk, awkward, and there’s a giddiness he can’t quite contain, making his chest feel both shaky and extremely bubbly all the same. 

“I… um, I’m… DLN-X. But… But I ch…chose Psi, since… since it’s e..easier to s…say.” Being stared at, and he mirrors his father’s action, eyes dropping to the floor once more. “I’m… I’m from th…the future, I g…guess would b…be the easiest th..thing to explain…” But even while that seemed so far out there, there was no way his glowing eyes could ever be considered human.

“Of course not~” Cale croons, fully aware of his brother’s semi-murderous intent. Yes, he totally deserved a good punch or kick for handling things like that but... it was just too good to pass up on. It’s not like Psi would’ve done different in his position, right?  DLN-X... a serial number like that could only mean Psi was meant to be the last. Bittersweet sounding, all of it, from the brunet’s explanation to the wavering excitement in his voice. It’s not hard to put together too much more, why the young android’s eagerness existed at all... poor boy.   So Tom pulls a new smile out, as warm and inviting as he can, despite how life and time have worn him down. “It doesn’t matter where you’re from, family t’ my boys is family t’ me,” the old Doctor reaches a hand out to Psi’s shoulder, giving him a firm pat. Delicate and frail as the future DLN may look, he was probably more sturdy than his brothers in this timeline. “Well come on, let’s settle in so you can tell me more ‘bout yourself, son. ‘m sure we both have a lot of questions." He moves to sit on the couch, tired eyes more lively than when the boys arrived. Confused as he might’ve been, it’s still nice to have the company, still nice to feel like his home is full again.  Mission accomplished. Cale beams, starting to walk towards the open kitchen connected to the front room. “I’ll get us some tea. Pretty sure neither of y’all are plannin’ t’ sleep anytime soon anyway.”