#what is WROOOOONG with him

[nastytransmasc]

just trent literally climbing rich during Down In It at the Dallas Video Bar, 6/26/1990

[noisester]

Loudly begins writing down a few words on a notepad,

Reminder: drink *TWO* bottles of mouthwash after smoke break before girlfriend interaction tomorrow

Oh, okay.

[ev-isms]

AAAAARGH

[felixsaysstuff]

I hope the dude who called me a fake lesbian because I joked that my friend was my wife, and then stared at me blanky when i started laughing, has a great day, because he makes me giggle to myself too often

[tobisiksi]

tw: suicide mention-emotional maipulation

I refuse to believe that kusuo never tried to lose on purpose in one of kusukes games

a lot of people say that he probably was too egocentric to lose but man, ku gives up on things without thinking twice just for the sake of the others

just like when he gave up on satou when he and hii got together (the only example I can come with rn but there is a lot more)

and don't get me wrong, kusuo IS egocentric, but he knows where to trace a line he has a moral code and the principal rule is "don't be an inconvenience to the others"

so there is no way he didn't tried before

kusuke saw through his facade?

kusuke is insane and a masoquist and he has some suicidal behaviour aaand

I can see him telling kusuo to never try to fake a lost again or else he will off himself

idk he just yk, he's emotionally abusive and he's too obsessed with the idea of kusuo and him playing deathly games

TOO obsessed

he even took himself as hostage and he also kidnapped and brainwashed one of his brothers friends

he would say something like that

but I also believe that he wasn't aware of the heigh of those words

(I believe that he isn't aware of the heigh of all his actions, he just have a really twisted view of what is wrong and right)

I see this kind of scenario happening when they were young, when kusuo stopped copying his older brother (the motorcycle, the little cardboard robot, rock papper scissors, guys he was copying his older brother cuz he thought he was cool) and started to feel some resentment or even pity towards him

kusuke wouldn't take pityness very well, resentment? dont care, being hated? kay whatever but feeling any form of empathy or pity?????

it makes him sick

so he would say something like that but the thing is that he sees his brother as a God who is superior to every other living being

so he thinks that it isn't a big deal because his God had more important things to take care of

wrooooong, your God it's your baby bro who is just a child who used to admire you a lot before you started to get more and more insane progressively and the thing you just said it's fucking up his head because the love and hate he has for you were the strongest feelings his baby brain could feel and now he cannot come up with a way to make you stop envying or feeling resentful cuz of his powers (that he did not choose to born with in the first place) without making you have a meltdown that will end up with you killing yourself

[bitbugbites-cod]

Together | John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

It was Soap’s fault that you were detained–that you were stuck like this. A crazed test subject, alone in a cell. But it’s okay–you’ll forgive him–because your heart won’t listen to your mind anymore. You’ll fix things. You’ll make him like you.

a03 link

word count: ~800

gender: fem! reader

cw: NSFW, ANGST, SORTA DARK(?) // reader is a prisoner of war and an infected test subject. manipulation, toxicity, a whole lot of harley quinn x joker goin' on...except Soap is more like harley, lol. light sexual themes. // ktober24

a/n: this is a part of my second attempt at ktober. I probably won't be able to finish it like last year, but goooood-dammit I'm gonna get some new content out!

You were sick, really.

More than sick, if you were being honest–the kind of sick that’s unfixable, the kind that’s suffocating. The kind where the only thing that will heal you, is him.

He’s the slimy liquid pill that you swallow to ease your congestion. He’s the damp towel that you place on your forehead to knock down a fever. He’s the cough drop that you suck on to relieve the pain.

But to him, you were nothing more than a rat. 

A monster. 

A disease.

With hearts in your eyes, you stared up at him from your side, lying on the concrete underneath you, feeling your body burn against the hard, chilly, gray floor. Your hair was a mess, and you were barely dressed, donned in only a sheer, white dress. Shackles were wrapped around your arms and legs, and despite this, you lips curled into an intoxicated smile.

“Johnny,” you croaked, slowly pushing yourself up by one arm, holding that pose as if you were a mermaid resting on a rock. Instead, you were a prisoner of war, rotting in a cell.

The man winced, upon looking at you, turning his head with a frown, before shifting his body in a rugged, uncomfortable manner. “Why’re you callin’ me that?”

His voice was deep, gruff, covered by a Scottish accent. You giggled, swaying your head downwards and biting your bottom lip. “Ghostie says it–why can’t I?” 

You tilted your head up again, taking a peak at his expression. Again, another scowl. But this time, there was a hint of something else in it.

“Because you’re a prisoner,” he said, very matter-of-factly. 

“I’m your prisoner,” you said, drawling out your words in a seductive manner, propping yourself up with your arms so that your chest was revealed as much as possible from underneath your ratty cloth. You watched his eyes quickly glance down, then back up again, at anything else. His ears turned red.

“Yeah, the British Army’s prisoner–who Ah work for. Not mine.” 

“So, you’re saying that you wouldn’t have captured me? I love that.” 

Letting out a frustrated grunt, he turned to face you again, a sharp glare within his blue eyes that somehow glistened despite the dark shelter of the cell. “You need’ta stop this. This isnae–it isn’t you.”

You broke out into an unsettling fit of laughter. “Not me?”

He said nothing in response.

“But, Soapy, you did this to me? This is how you want me.”

Shame fluttered across his face, and he no longer could look you in the eyes. Yes, with his body language–he admitted it.

It was his fault.

Had he not detained you that day–had he not befriended you despite everything, had he helped you escape instead of becoming a test subject–maybe, just maybe, you would still be normal.

But you weren’t. Because he turned a blind eye to everything. 

Because he let it happen.

Because he participated.

“You gave me the shots, remember?” 

“Ah didn’t know. Ah thought it was harmless–they told me it would help people–that it was already approved for testin’ and shouldn’t have any complications.”

In a sing-songy voice, you taunted him, your voice quivering from the aches in your body. 

“Yoooouuu…”

“...wereeeee…”

“...wrooooong!”

He started pacing, and that’s when you knew that you had broken him.

“What’dya want me to do? What should Ah do? Ah’ll break ‘ya out. You can stay with me–it’ll be hard since ‘yer infectious, but Ah can figure somethin’ out–”

You grinned, and it felt like your face would rip in two. You were happy. So, so, happy.

“I want you to understand me,” you breathed, tears beginning to stream down your overjoyed face. “I want you to be like me.”

John froze, and you clocked a couple of the rushing emotions he displayed, despite your woozy cognition. 

Confusion.

Hesitance.

Fear.

All things you felt when you were in the spot he was now in.

“It's lonely,” you whined, and started crawling towards him, your chains clanking against the floor as you moved. “So, so, so, lonely.”

As you came closer to the glass and bars that separated you two, you sat on your knees and wrapped your hands around the metallic cylinders, feeling your weak thighs spill out of your short dress. You were now face-to-face with John’s groin, and through the see-through wall that kept you apart, you noticed that through his jeans, he was hard.

He shut his eyes, tilting his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing. 

“Ah’ll go get the serum.” 

With a craze in your eyes, in your smile, in your heart–you felt your emotions swirl as you watched him walk away. 

Together.

You’ll be together, now.

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #5525:

A series has 2 morally-gray characters who began as villains before later joining the heroes. One character we'll call character A, they kind of make it like a "are they worthy of forgiveness? i don't know…probably not…but…that's not for us to decide…make up your own mind…(but if you say 'yes' you're PROBABLY wrong idk)" but with character B it's like "what? of COURSE he's forgiven!! if you say a single negative thing about him ever then you're JUST wrong!!! I can't believe you would ever say such a thing he is Perfect" even though his crimes are objectively worse than character A's, and character A had to do much more to make amends, compared to character B who…actually didn't have to do diddly squat or even say sorry, he just remains an asshole and the good guys are all "omg we love you you're perfect you've never done anything wrooooong!"

Anyways, I ship these characters together (even though B is overrated, I really do think together they could have chemistry) and the fandom HATES it because "B deserves better!" and "A doesn't deserve him!"

[thequeenofsastiel]

1. I was at home picking lint off the sofa.

2. The night's gone, the room's soiled and once again I'm here with mop and midlessness to clean it up.

3. So the room got dirty, so what, I'll clean it up! NO I clean it up! You make the mess and I clean it up. Mark it on the calendar, align it with Ursa Major, Louis' triannual FUCK OFF and find me, with apologies to follow.

4. To seek comfort in the arms of lowlifes, and unfortunates, and broken children, fine. Oh fine, the fine that doesn't sound like fine.

5. But revealing our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago; what if it was published? You don't have enough to fear from Paris? I was having some fun! I was in the middle of ending things, when you-- No, you'd be passed out on the floor next to him, Louis. Out on your feet from the drugs you stuffed him with.

6. Oh, this is boring! You're boring. You are SO BORING! Colorless, flavorless, dull. Dull. Dull nights, dull weeks, dull months, dull as FUCK! Suffocation by the world's softest, beigest pillow. The ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating, than DECADES with YOU!

7. And here come the drugs. Up the fangs. Down the throat. Into the heart and off the fingers, feet, and wallowing brain!

8. Oh there it is. The half blank, half apocalyptic look! But what does it mean tonight, huh? Does he want to lick my boots, or chop my hands off? Is it the gremlin, or the good nurse tonight?

9. Okay, okay perhaps. But am I as boring as the blather committed unto the ferric tapes of your FASCINATING boy? "Oh it's so hard to be me, it's so hard to kill humans. I can feel their feelings as I drain them, Louis de Pointe du Lac it's so hard to be me. Everyone I know wrooooongs me!"

10. "Picking lint off the sofa??"

11. Okay, okay, let's wake the boy up and let's try you. "I'm the vampire Armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little BITCH, but the vampires who murdered my daddy made me pretend I didn't have a dick for 240 years!"

12. "My brother he tossed himself off a roof, my sister, she buried me alive!"

Part 2 to come.

Is it bad that I only needed to double check one line from this fight?

[dangermousie]

Finished my rewatch of ep 2 of City Hunter and it really still holds up.

I love that he sees her throw a man over her shoulder in the first two minutes of their acquaintance and he is definitely intrigued. Honestly, so much of this ep is him being so smitten and not even realizing he is.

I mean, the last shot is after she knocked him over for kissing her as a means to dump his source of information after the information dried up and giving her cash for the trouble of the kiss. (She stuck money back at him and said "for treatment." )

But then there was this earlier - him making out with his target while watching Nana the whole time. Badwronghot.

(And of course the very fact that he's sleeping with someone he doesn't want for info. He may not want to carry out undaddy's murder plan with murder but he's certainly been trained to do a lot of things that are objectively fucked up and to treat himself as an instrument.)

The thing that strikes me so much on rewatch is just how AWFUL undaddy is in his plan. It's one thing to take out people he thinks wronged him and his dead partner. It's another one to use a baby you stole and to fuck him up and train him into a killing machine who will then unknowingly kill his own father. I mean, this was genuinely chilling:

He is meeting the President who he does not know is his father but who he also does not know is his final target. Not to mention his half-sister is checking him out and it's just so wrong wrong wrooooong. It could have all gone way more horrifically wrong than it already did.

In retrospect, it's so clear how undaddy is manipulating the hell out of him, leading him on with the hope that after this is over they can live a normal life. Undaddy told him the name of only one target, and that's the slimiest, least sympathetic one and says he'll tell him the names of the others and why he wants him in the Blue House later - you know what that is? That's grooming. He's slowly and methodically grooming him into an assassination machine via baby steps and that is effing creepy as hell and my wish for undaddy to be eaten by snakes and I am only sad it took as long as it did for him to meet his demise.

Trust you? Great idea. NOT.

It kills me just how kind YS tries to be even with his insane upbringing - he paid for Nana's father surgery, he was kind to those kids, and he wants to take down the target without murder. Oh, young man, you are gonna go through hell and a half in this drama.

Also, I love how even this early on, he is so gone for her. He knows she's the girl whose picture he fixated on in hell jungle. And what better way to angst than in the shower? Man, I miss those glorious old school angsty kdrama shower scenes.

But I think my favorite sequence in this whole ep and the one that speaks volumes is what happens after he goes to her apartment (after carrying her four flights of stairs since she sprained her ankle.) It's an almost throwaway moment but it says so much. He sees all these markings on the wall and asks her what the weird numbers and notches are all for and she explains, as one would to a somewhat dim small child, that this is how her family would measure her height every month, throughout her childhood, until she was 17. I liked it so much because in those few seconds it established both the warm, loving, thoroughly normal childhood Nana had and what a lack of one he had - that he has to have something this basic explained to him. And then his little pleased grin when he figures out exactly how tall she is in her bare feet compared to him and where she'd come up to on his chest - he's pretty much unknowingly in love with her to bits and so learning little things like that about her make him happy.

The thing that I love so much is that Nana doesn't have a charmed life - her father is in a vegetative state, her mother died in the same accident that made her father that way, and bank was close to taking away everything for debt. But she's had love and warmth and a solid foundation and so she's sunshine - but it's a choice for her and an affirmation, it's not because she's only known sweetness and light.

The scene where she explains the stickers is a very quiet scene I adored - in a way she's an inverse mirror of him. She has a dead parent and one parent who's as good as dead, but she's a good sunny person and not a mess like he is because she was brought up properly. And eventually his being around her drags him into normalcy, which is helped by the fact that he doesn't feel any personal urgency in vengeance. Yeah, all these people killed his supposed father but it's abstract to him - he's never even met the man. He will get rid of them because undaddy basically brainwashed him into it, but he doesn't have an emotional stake in their deaths (even if he has one in the outcome - getting to find his mother and living a normal life, which undaddy dangles like a carrot). However, he has an emotional stake in people he knows - Nana being one of them but other people as well (you can see later, her character basically draws him into interacting with others on personal levels).

You watch him be empathetic and you watch him be teasing and dorky about the ramen and you realize that his demeanor is not just a disguise - it's someone he'd like to be and possibly would have been except for undaddy. And that around her he lets his guard down and allows himself to be childish.

[effy-writes]

Addict (Blitzø x Reader)

3: Pilot: Pill

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It’s been about 3 months since you moved it with Blitz/fucked him and Stolas, and ohhh boy Blitz sure does keep reminding you of it. He would always say how much you miss his dick and everytime you go take a shower he’s always like “Showering without me?”

“Yes, Blitz. Showering without you yet again.”

“Oh come on, we saw each other naked before!”

“Yeah a one time thing that I really don’t want to talk about.”

Now, with your addiction, you got away with taking adderal. It doesn't do much, but it's better than being sober. Sometimes whenever the crew goes out to kill, you will leave the office and go find either coke or meth and get high before they all come back. Blitz however, doesn't know that any of this is happening even though you guys been living together for 3 months now.

Blitz walked in front of the whiteboard while you were viciously sweeping the floor due to the amount of energy you had.

"Alright. Now, I know business has been... a bit slow lately, yes. It's no one's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here... Moxxie. Now, does anyone have... any bright ideas on how we can get business drummin' up again?"

"What about a car wash?"

"This is Hell, Millie. No one cares about cars being clean here, okay? Wh- Ooh! What about a billboard?"

Moxxie rolled his eyes, "We can't afford a billboard, sir."

"Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you're in the room right now. Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?"

Blitz proceeded to turn on the TV, showing everyone assassinating the humans from earth. 

"Ahh, those were the good times." Blitz reminisced.

"I don't need any reminding, sir. Considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week. One that you then additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel... nobody watches."

"Uh, hey. Excuse me? What's "obnoxious" about a super-fun jingle, alright? It's a fun distraction when an advertisement's spittin' bullshit! Y/n, any ideas?"

You stopped dead in your tracks. "Uh..I don't know. I'm a janitor."

"Useless." Blitz scoffed.

Loona received a call and answered nonchalantly, "I.M.P.", The two talked for a bit and she hung up.

"Colorado. Some guy named Eddie." She flipped a page of the magazine that she's reading.

"Finally." Moxxie said, getting up from his chair and walking towards the portal that Loona opened up.

You continued to sweep and mop the entire floor. Running around and dusting every little thing.

"Blitz isn't here, you can stop working." Loona said, not looking up from her magazine.

"I like to clean, keeps my mind busy."

An hour later you were on the floor, scrubbing the left over gunk with a toothbrush. Loona would occasionally glance at you and roll her eyes.

The door of the room opened up, making you stand up and pretend that you're not cracked out. "Uh, who's this?" You pointed to the boy laying on a stretcher.

"Moxxie was being retarded and shot the wrong person." Blitz huffed.

"I'm sorry, sir! I'd like to go on record and say that incident was Loona's fault. Dispatch is supposed to give us the right info on the target."

"Oh, sit on a dick, Moxxie."

"YOU sit! Sit on... a... and the... d-- DO YOUR JOB!!" He slammed his fist on the table.

"Hey, now. We don't blame our screwups on Loona, okay?! She didn't do anything wrooooong~"

"Are you kidding me, sir? She's awful!"

Loona flipped him off before answering the phone. "I.M.P....Blitz! That clingy, rich asshole is on the phone! Says it's urgent and wants to talk to you! Sounds a little DTF-y."

"Oh, GOD, it was one time! If Y/n and I hadn't slept with that privileged asshole, none of us would have access to the living world." He crossed his arms.

"...You what?" Moxxie looked disgusted.

"Blitz! What the fuck!?" You walked over to him. "That was supposed to be a secret!"

"Wait," Millie stood up. "You slept with our boss?" She smiled.

"I got sucked into it. Don't want to talk about it."

Blitz put his arm around you, "I don't know, you seem to enjoy it." He teased. You pushed him off and sat down next to Millie.

"Blitzzz answer the phone!" Loona groaned.

Blitz motioned you to come with him to the office to talk to Stolas. At first you shook your head and stayed still. "Dude, he wanted you, not me."

"We're in this together, I don't want to be left alone to talk to him."

You eventually gave in and followed Blitz into his office. He planted himself onto his chair and picked up the phone, "Hey Stolas."

"There's a political candidate causing trouble up on Earth for a few of my associates. He's trying to convince people global warming exists!"

"Doesn't it?" You replied.

"Well... yes. But, more people die if nothing is done about it. And it gets lonely here~"

"Okay, well. Yeah, that makes sense." Blitz agreed.

"You know what happens when I'm lonely, Blitzy and Y/n?"

"How come I don't get a nickname?" You joked.

"God-fuckin'-dammit." Blitz said under his breath.

"When I'm lonely, I become hungry. And when I become hungry, I want to choke on that red cock of yours...Y/n fingering me, and me licking all of your cum, before taking out your cock, and fucking Y/n while she’s sucking me with more teeth until she’s screaming daddy like a FUCKING baby--!"

Blitz ended the call, looking traumatized. You on the other hand was laughing your ass off. "Looks like he wants us to fuck him."

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"

"A little." You snickered.

Blitz broke his phone and blended it.

"Loona!" He shouted.

She entered the office and put her hands on her hip.

"Eat this. And then y'know that bridge over the freeway?"

"Yeah?"

"Shit off it!"

The three walked out of the office, you leaned against the door.

"Look, the point is, Loona is a valued member of our family, and we don't get rid of family." Blitz finished off the conversation from earlier.

"We aren't a family, sir! You are the boss! We are the employees! You treat her like she's some troubled teenager! She's more like a meth-addicted homeless woman you let man the phones!"

You and Blitz exchanged glances. He walked up to the window to change topics. "That is offensive! Without homeless people, I wouldn't have HALF the joy and laughter I do in this life!"

"While we're on the subject of "family", can you stop finding me and Millie outside of work? Can't you just hang out with Y/n instead?"

"Come on, sweetie! It's not that big a deal." Millie smiled.

"Excuse me...WHAT?!"

"Y/n and I live together, i'm up her ass as much as I'm up yours."

"You're literally up in my ass." You snorted.

"Just... stop... doing that!" Moxxie said to Blitz, but might as well as say it to you.

Blitz shrugged. "I don't see what the issue is! There somethin' you don't want me seein'?"

"No!"

"You a baby-wiener-haver?"

"Sir, what you say and how you act is totally INAPPROPRIATE!" Moxxie stood up.

"Calm down, Mox! You're gonna have another panic attack!"

"I AM CALM!"

"Shh-shh-shh. There, there."

"Look, I don't judge the boring couple stuff you do outside work hours. So, don't... judge me!" Blitz crossed his arms.

"Oh, I do judge you, sir! Quite a lot, actually! Y/n how come you don't stop him?"

"I have no control of what he does."

"Mox, he's our boss!"

"No-no-no, it's fine Mills, your husband is just... how do I say this without being offensive? ...retarded."

"Does immaturely insulting me make you feel better about your sad situationship with Y/n?"

"Moxxie for the last time we're not dating!" You interjected.

"Oh come on! You two are fucking each other, live with each other, and constantly flirting."

"Friends with benefits." You shrugged.

"Y/n has too many problems to date." Blitz stated.

"Fuck you too then! You have more problems than me!"

"At least I'm not a dru-"

"Don't." You gritted your teeth.

"Moxxie, the only reason you have a wife is because you're easy to manage!" Loona looked up from her phone.

Millie slams her hands against the table, "No, he's not, you BITCH!"

"Do not talk to my receptionist that way! She's sensitive!" Blitz crossed his arms.

"Yes, I am!"

"You guys are all fucking assholes."

Everyone looked at the kid.

"Oh, shut up, kid! You're lucky to witness this!" Blitz pointed his finger.

"It's been a literal hell having to pretend to be paralyzed so you fuckshits wouldn't kill me! But, now I want that. I want death!"

Eddie pointed to Blitz. "You are a selfish, greedy clown. And I'm a kid! We're supposed to like clowns! Even the creepy ones!"

"HA!" You slapped your knee.

"What's up with your teeth?" Eddie laughed, "Looks like you smoke meth, especially with your fucked up skin and the fact that half of your teeth is gone."

You put your hand over your mouth.

"Hey, now! That's not very--"

Eddie interrupted Moxxie, "If I wanted to hear from a spineless jackass, I'd rip out your spine and ask you some shit."

"That's my husband you're talkin' to!" Millie slammed her fist on the table.

"That's your husband?! I figured you for a slut. But, I didn't know you needed dick that bad! And you!" He pointed to Loona.

"What? What about me?"

"Nothing. I don't talk to dogs. I'm a cat person."

"Wow. Ah, y'know, kid, you kind of are a piece of shit." Blitz replied.

Everyone in unison agreed as you tugged on Blitz's sleeve to get his attention. "Are my teeth that bad?" You whispered in a sad voice, opening your mouth ever so slightly.

"Do you want me to be honest or nice?" He whispered back.

"Fuck you."

"Oh, fuck! Guys, I just got a text from our client! Guess he was the right target after all." Loona smiled.

"Who?"

"Him."

"Me?" Eddie said in disbelief.

"Yup." She said smugly.

"They wanted us to kill an actual child?" Blitz raised his eyebrow.

"That's what they're sayin'."

"...Well, Christ on a stick. I guess there is a God."

Blitz draws a flintlock pistol and fires it at Eddie, resulting in blood splattering everywhere.

"Y/n you're the janitor, go clean it up." Blitz smirked.

"Let me go to the bathroom first." You fast walked into the bathroom and locked the door, pulling out a baggy from your pocket. You poured the adderal onto your hand and brought it to your mouth, swollowing the white pills dry.

You left the bathroom once it kicked in, and cleaned up the mess while the others got rid of Eddie's body.

[missellaneousworks]

Pinky Promise [Part 1]

A SDJ OC Drabble

Ella recounts her thoughts on her new roommate.

[Part 1] - HERE! - [Part 2] - Coming soon

A/N: It's been too long since I completed one of my many drafts. This is a drabble this time to practice first person and get into Ella's head about the early days of her new best friend. What could go wrooooong?

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY series. MINORS DNI.

~

November 7, 20XX

Let the record show that it's been almost two weeks since my last entry and I am alive and well!

There haven't been any weird noises in the apartment at odd hours, no demonic possessions to speak of, no flying silverware or furniture, flickering lights, or messages written in blood. All of my electronics work okay --the only thing that doesn't work is the '84 Incident' tape I found at the thrift store.

So to recap from my last entry:

I decided to let Sunny Day Jack stay with me. I know, I know, not exactly the smartest sounding idea. BUT. I genuinely believe he is an actual ghost-clown-man...thing-person? God I hope I'm not crazy He seemed just as confused as I was when he landed in my living room. I might've been a bit startled when I first met him, but I think he needs help. Or at least a place to stay while figuring out how he got inside that tape. He hasn't done anything scary. Not that he could, he's like a big teddy bear!

A six-foot tall, blue mullet, primary-colored teddy bear from the 80's.

Yeah, wow, that's silly written down.

Getting back on track--

Once I determined he didn't appear to be an evil ghost-clown-man, I decided to help him uncover why he was in the tape to begin with. He assured me it wasn't necessary, but my gut tells me it's important. Maybe Jack has family somewhere who wants to know where he is? Or other people who'd like to know what happened to him?

But, unfortunately, any family Jack mentions circles back to a place called Coudy Town, which sounds like a fantasy land of some sort. I've tried researching the names and town locations he gave me, hoping to find SOMETHING but I got nada. Zip. Zero! Whatever child-educational-program-fantasy-world Jack hailed from, is either a fabrication or it's from so long ago that no digital copy exists. Which makes no sense-- Dr. What came out long before the internet and digital media, but I could plug an episode name into the search bar and find 5 different videos and dozens of links, as well as detailed synopses of the show. Maybe it's because Dr. What is so popular and was part of a large TV network, so it was better preserved (despite the fact it nearly flopped when it first aired).

When looking up the name of the town didn't work, I tried looking up some of the names of Jack's friends he mentioned. Cloudy Belle Sue, Rory Rainberry, and Knackadan Drizzle. I think he mentioned having a sister...? Something-Jane? Chitty-chitty-Jane? I can't remember. I have tried asking Jack about his home, but all of his answers are... vague. Not that I think he's lying or withholding information from me, but it hasn't been helpful. He can't give me an exact location of where he came from, and he says some of his memories are on the fuzzy side.

Back at square one, absolutely stumped.

This is a real head-scratcher... I wonder if I'm looking in the wrong place? Or maybe I'm asking the wrong questions? Shaun might have better ideas on where to look. I should give him a call sometime. It's been a while since he's checked in with me, but I know he's busy with wrapping up production. Just a couple more months and I get to have my big ol' cat man back! I missed watching movies with him. He's asked if I'd like to get our streaming channel up and running when he moves back, but if I'm honest I don't know if I have the heart to tell him that I don't I have it in me

I don't know if I'll have the time, with Jack in the picture now.

Jack as a person is... not what I'm used to. He's okay, very nice in fact! I still feel bad that I threw that coffee mug at him when he first appeared in my living room, though I'm happy to say despite bad first impressions we get along pretty well.

Most of the time.

He means well, been nothing but kind and caring since I first met him. I don't know how to explain what's bugging me, he has a knack for popping up in my peripheral when I least expect it, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. The other day I was reviewing my budget and realized I'd probably have to make some insta-noodle meals, which isn't great health-wise. I didn't even say anything and Jack was like, "You know, I worry you don't get enough veggies in your diet. Maybe you could buy some baby broccolis, chop them up, and place them in the noodle packs you like to get! Oh, and I bet it would taste great if you put an egg in it! What do you think? Soft boiled or sunny side up?"

And the day after that I lost my freakin' house key right before I went into work, and Jack said I should check my back pocket. Guess what? It was in my back pocket! How'd he know that?

Some way, somehow, Jack is just always... there.

I don't know how to feel about that.

Maybe it's because I've lived alone for a long time. Also, it might be the fact that sometimes I feel as though I'm being treated as a kid. I don't think he's doing it intentionally, it's not like he talks down to me. He's just really gentle, yet energetic at the same time. He sort of has that -- hot teacher vibes??? -- summer camp counselor I had a crush on thing going on -- nurturing and benevolent nature about him.

Suffice to say, it's been a learning curve to get used to living with someone again. I just hope he doesn't get into anything he's not supposed to. He tried to help me fold my laundry today -- which was super nice of him, of course, but, well, he backed off when he realized I was folding up my intimates.

He probably wants to be helpful since he can't exactly contribute in more conventional ways, like buying groceries or paying his portion of rent. Or maybe he's bored? He knows how to work the TV, but he's pretty clueless trying to activate the streaming apps.

It makes me wonder, what did Jack do in all of that time in the tape? Was it like sleeping? Did he just wake up here? He couldn't possibly have been awake that whole time. Right?

...I almost want to ask him, but something in the back of my mind is stopping me.

Well, until next time diary. I've got to get dinner ready.

P.S. - Try to remember to call Shaun and ask about any archives of lost media.

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Hallowtober 2024 Day 4

Rip Those Stitches

Summary: Set in a Modern AU, Sci-fi AU. Mind Full AU. With Mala still incapacitated after the attack, Throk has been pushed into her position and he made a decision that Astrid doesn't agree with. Still in the hospital, she pushes herself to try and make it right.

Warnings: Hospital, Ripped Stitched, Blood and Injury

Rating: Mature

Dead Dove: No

Words: 754

Prompts: Stitches

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Astrid, Heather

Pairing: Heathstrid, Hiccstrid

Author's Notes: Did you think this AU had ended? Well, you thought wrooooong~ 😉

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

“Astrid, please, be careful!” Heather pleads with her girlfriend to mind herself.

She had the talons of a Nadder impale her when she tried to sneak a baby Nadder out of Valka’s warehouse the day she disappeared. One on her right side, two on her left. She needed surgery in order to live, there was damage done to organs and she’s lucky she didn’t lose any. When Minden brought her to the hospital, she was almost septic. The last thing Astrid should be doing is pushing herself.

“I am careful!” She argues, fighting the pain as she lowers her legs off the side of the bed. Heather stands on the opposite end and watches in worry, her love’s face contorts and she represses her whines and whimpers. She’s in terrible pain despite her last dose of painkillers.

“Astrid, please!” Heather runs to the other side. A good decision on her end, Astrid cries out and her legs give out beneath her. Heather catches her and they both fall to the ground. Clinging onto her like her life depends on it, Astrid tries not to make a sound, though tears do still slip free.

Heather holds her closed, pulling her shirt up to watch one side grow red. She tore some of her stitches with her stunt. She reaches for the button to call for help.

“Astrid, why would you be so reckless? You almost died, it’s barely been a week!” Her voice shakes as she pleads for an explanation. There are tears in her eyes.

“They’re not going to get him. You heard Throk, right? I gave them the location of Valka’s Sanctuary and they’re not going to save him,” Astrid sobs.

After her life was saved, she found herself back amongst friends, back with Heather, and Stoick had apparently been informed of her disappearance. She was so sure that it was time to get Hiccup back, she knew exactly where to look and Minden could back her up, knowing she could never go back. But no, Throk decided against saving Hiccup.

Heather doesn’t know what to say. She could tell her what Throk told them as Mala’s second-in-command. That they need to be prepared, Valka is dangerous. That Astrid needs to heal and Mala is still adjusting to her wheelchair as the attack on her life caused damage to her spine, which left her legs severely weakened. Dagur has been surprisingly helpful in that regard, pushing her onwards towards recovery. Not to mention the investigation into the Defenders of the Wing after the attack and Astrid’s disappearance. Unfortunately, with all of this going on, Hiccup is very, very low on their list of priorities.

“She’s going to hurt him,” Astrid sobs. “I know she is, we have to get him back!”

“Shh,” Heather wraps her arms around her girlfriend and holds her tight to her chest even as blood soaks through her own clothes. “Valka would never risk him, he’s too useful to her.”

They are cruel words, admitting that a mother wouldn’t hurt her own son simply because he’s of some kind of use, but Astrid needs to hear them. Hiccup isn’t in any more danger than he already was before and Valka wouldn’t want to lose the ease that he continues to give her. So long as he does what she wants, he’ll be safe.

Astrid doesn’t believe her. Hiccup is in the enemy’s base surrounded by people who didn’t care enough about him to worry for his life, health or personhood to at least question what Valka was doing to her own son and then he risked everything to save her life after they got him so far as to take someone’s life for her.

Something is about to happen, she fears for a countdown she has no proof of and these injuries are stopping her from saving him like he saved her.

Stoick went. Throk told him his son could wait and so he went and he has no idea what he’s walking into. If he meets the same Hiccup she did when three of Stormfly’s claws impaled her almost all the way through, he will get hurt. He might get killed, Valka will only be getting rid of a loose end, he won’t be valuable like Astrid potentially was. And Hiccup, he will not survive losing his father.

Again, Astrid tries to get up, feeling lightheaded from the blood loss just as a nurse comes in to see what’s wrong. All she does, is rip one more stitch.

[danco110]

“Good morning, Filip.”

“Morning, Chaaase!”

The angel nodded in greeting at the skylining human. The man waved in turn as he flung himself up, shouting back jovially before gravity pulled him away once more. He was back again soon, however, allowing the two to continue their disjointed conversation.

“I see you’re taking the high road again. Management changed your start time again?”

“You know iiiiiiit!” Filip shouted, as he briefly fell away. “How’s Coda and Ilaaaaand?”

“Great. Thank you for asking.”

“Don’t mention iiiiit!”

Chase frowned at Filip’s last statement. The man noticed this and, upon swinging up to the angel’s eye level, fixed her with a stare - an impressive feat, considering his speed and arc through the air.

“What’s wrooooong?”

“…You don’t have to drawl out every other word you say, just because you’re swinging.”

Filip swung himself back up. “Aw, but where’s the fun in that?” he asked, as he shot the angel a wink.

“I’m just saying.”

“Aw, you know you love iiiiiit!”

Chase rolled her eyes, and folded her arms across her chest.

“Riiiiiight?”

“It is…entertaining,” Chase admitted begrudgingly.

[teiasviago]

WHATS WROOOOONG WITH HIM

what all x-philes have been asking since 1993...

[thebrandywine]

impulse bought an re8 chris statue........... bc i mentioned him in this fic im writing what is wrooooong with meeeee

[woodsfae]

B5 s03e03: A Day In The Strife previous episode • table of contents

Transport Dionysius has been waiting over an hour to dock! With how much foreshadowing is done by the names of ships in this, the B5 crew are probably battening down all the hatches and hiding all the wine and sundry other intoxicants. 

Sheridan's tactic of cooling off violently angry people by freaking them out is a great tactic. I've used it myself from time to time! When it works, it's always a rush. 

Ohhhhh, dang!! Someone's here to replace G'Kar as Ambassador! I wonder if they're collaborators, or if they're pretending to be collaborators. They could be great allies or a great torment for G'Kar.

The new opening is so dramatic. I would say cheesy, except it grips me, and I like cheese anyway. I notice that all the main B5 crew, and Delenn and Lennier all look firmly into the camera and give a little nod. Then Zack Allen and Londo stare dead into the camera. But! Interestingly! Vir and G'Kar both come into frame looking away from the camera, then turning their heads to stare directly into it. The movements are so distinct and patterned, it's got to be intentional. I wonder if Vir will work with G'Kar this season. And if Zack Allen with with Londo, or they'll have related arcs in some way.

Ambassador Na'Far draws a terrifying and brutal day to day life on Narn. The resistance is active and killing Centauri regularly, and for every Centauri killed, five hundred Narn are executed. There must be just...mass slaughter. Every day. I'm sure Na'Far does want to save as many Narn lives as possible, and I'm also sure that he was instructed to request G'Kar's extradition. This meeting was a good way of serving both goals: alert the Captain to ongoing ground conditions on Narn, and officially request G'Kar's sanctuary be terminated, on behalf of the Centauri warlords. 

Happy and charmed to see Garibaldi and Franklin continue to hang out and be friendly! Having regular, quiet dinners together, as bros do. And it's good to see the senior staff hanging out! Ivanova joining them to swap gossip intel, and then actually listening to the classified information from Sheridan's file that Garibaldi hacked is too good. 

Franklin returns from the bathroom to flirt with Garibaldi before heterosexually dancing away. 

Ambassador Na'Far reporting as ordered to Londo Mollari is so horrible. What is wrooooong with him treating and talking to Na'Far this way, fuuuuck. Vir has the sense to be obviously horrified. And he's gotten quite comfortable with confronting his boss - good for him. Horrifying subject content. 

New ship! First Contact, presumably. Interesting! A fun, sci-fi moment amidst the war drama. 

Londo complaining about Delenn and everyone disapproving of him, and also calling in the favor Delenn owes him. And hah! What a favor! He wants Vir to be appointed to Minbar as Ambassador from Centauri and described him with such ringing terms as "most inoffensive," "keeps to himself," and "wouldn't even spy on your government." lmaoooooo. Londo is right that Vir is liable to get himself yoinked home in an unpleasant fashion if he opposes the Narn genocide too loudly. 

If Londo seeing his own youth in Vir is in any way accurate, then he changed dramatically and horribly over the course of his life. A good reminder that life really is all about choices, and you can make new ones anytime. If only Londo would make some new choices! He seems blind to his own opportunities, deep in the Sunk Cost Fallacy.

"Sometimes I miss that we don't talk anymore, Delenn." "We never really talked, Londo." "No, I suppose not."

wow. So darkly sad. There is something sad (although mostly pathetic) about how Londo is so desperately lonely now that no one will hang out with him anymore. He is the architect of all his own woes.

Another totally heterosexual dinner date between Garibaldi and Franklin. This time, Garibaldi cooked and had Dr Franklin over! Slash mental health intervention? Steven has a legal prescription for stims because he has to work 36 hour shifts. And Garibaldi has feelings. And Steven has very defensive feelings, so Garibaldi's probably onto something.

This is an extraordinary level of kind, gentle, thoughtful, concern between men. I love the tenderness. What an excellent plot to put in. Love seeing people try to be good to each other and build bonds and reach out. Funny that the concern is that Dr Franklin is doing too much space coke, though.

We have now seen Na'Far twice, and now his assistant. And!! I didn't realize! But he's Narn that Sheridan met while kidnapped onto the fight-to-the-death alien ship! I also love his and Sheridan's friendship. He wants to repay Sheridan for rescuing him, by being his bodyguard.  "Here is a man who will live to be a hundred and fifty." Hah!

The alien ship is indeed a probe, and it's running an intelligence test on the B5-ers. They provide correct answers, or the probe with blow up and take B5 with it. That's a high stakes first contact! And! One of the things they're offering to induce the humans to want to try to answer the questions, is another panacea. There were two or three panacea episodes so far, I was wondering if the theme would come back.

So far they seem to be saying "Panaceas are always sought after, but in reality there is no magical elixir for all medical ills."

Oh, Na'Far really did come here argue with G'Kar! no thank you!! G'Kar has been up to a lot. He is organizing a lot of resistance. He is organizing food drops -- the Centauri are not importing enough for everyone. 

Both Na'Far and G'Kar are being relatively reasonable. Except for Na'Far seemingly genuinely thinking that if G'Kar were to return to Narn, that he wouldn't be harmed. 

Dr Franklin is doing space coke! but as he said - he has to be alert on long shifts and he has to do emergency surgery. Unhealthy? Probably. Necessary to work those long hours? Definitely. Bad situation with no good choices. 

Vir, while unhappy about Londo arranging his promotion and transfer, but perks up when Londo says "In time women may even come to find you attractive." 

Oof, Na'Far is not finding the B5 Narn to be friendly. I hope G'Kar doesn't actually end up imprisoned on Narn! I'd rather hang with him on B5. 

Dang! Sheridan! Rude! Ivanova is not to be insulted, she is to be cherished. 

Garibaldi is being very decent. And rationally clear-eyed. He does not want G'Kar to return. 

"My fate is in the hands of G'Quan. What must happen, will happen. Thank you for your concern Mr Garibaldi. Good night."

Well, now I think he has some sort of plan! I don't want to think that he would be giving up, so I must believe he has a plan. 

Dr Franklin! Another round of space coke?! He's just reamed out a respected colleague on earth, and now he's got a surgery to perform. Uhhh, personally I'd rather my surgeon nap a little first. 

Huh, odd sequence of events here. I do think that it's an odd set-up for a technologically advanced species to go around threatening species and blowing them up if they aren't advanced enough. But it did blow up  like it was charging weapons to attack B5 and the data transfer made it....self-destruct instead? Anyway. peculiar! I hope there's follow-up! 

Na'Far did not persuade the B5 Narnuan people that G'Kar should be sacrificed for the faint hope that their families might not be harmed, and they want G'Kar to stay. Including the bodyguard guy! Good on them. I'm very glad G'Kar is staying. 

Garibaldi and Dr Franklin are having their third dinner date in this episode alone. Partner says "of course there's an AA episode in a 90s tv show," which I guess seems like it could be. I'll take some genuine-seeming friendships with male support networks where I can find 'em, though.

Bye, Vir! He really is leaving! I hope he'll be back more, too. Would he be in the title sequence if he was leaving the show after the third episode??

Overall, a lot happened! I wonder how Na'Far will fit into future episodes. I hope Vir comes back! And as always, I hope that Londo will get a fucking grip on himself and start making some baby steps towards doing the right thing. Because his current rational of "If I don't do the wrong thing, someone else will, and get the credit for it, while I lose out," is terrible. And he's been mired in it for awhile.

on to religious metaphor