#your shift is not decided by genetics btw

[wrencatte]

More shifter au nonsense bc I'm procrastinating on making the schedule. Your shift isn't decided by genetics in this verse. I'm borrowing an idea from a published trilogy that's not a shifter thing and turning it into a shifter thing. Solely to give Jason more trauma (sorry Jason >:3c)

But this is just the beginning of a cute dick & tim & Jason batbro moment

Dick has his nose in a fresh mug of tea, inhaling the steam as deep as he can to help his clogged sinuses, when he hears the thunder of footsteps. He glances up just as Tim slams into the kitchen, eyes wide and chest heaving. Tim lights up at the sight of his brother, grinning mischievously, and shifts to scurry to a hiding spot mere seconds before Jason appears, breathing just as heavily but scowling. His cheeks are pink, his ears are bright red. Dick cackles internally, careful not to give away the game

"Where. Is. He?" he growls. "I'm gonna fucking murder him."

Dick tilts his head and takes a serene sip of his tea. "Who?"

"Playing stupid doesn't look good on you," Jason sneers, eyes roaming around the kitchen. He pauses on Dick, and they narrow. "...your sweatshirt is moving."

"It's called breathing?"

Jason stares at him for a beat, then quick as a snake, he lunges for Dick. Tim scrambles out of his hood with a chittering laugh, nails pricking the back of Dick's neck and making him wince. His two brothers are careful not to jostle him too much in the mad scramble of cat-and-mouse, so Dick continues to lean against the counter amidst the chaos, hiding his smile behind his mug.

"You little rat!" Jason grabs Tim over and over again, but he just slips through his grip like a noodle. "I swear to God, if you don't - fuck! Did you just fucking bite me?!"

Tim yawns right in his face, showing off his tiny sharp teeth. Dick gives in and laughs out loud, wheezing and snorting, and laughing even harder when Jason glares at him. Tim just flops over in Jason's hands, seemingly bored with their game now. And secure in the knowledge that Jason won't actually do anything to him.

"What did he do?" Dick asks.

"Like you don't know!"

"I don't, actually."

Because there are so many possibilities.

Jason fings Tim at him. He's gentle about it, but Tim screeches in surprise anyway. Dick catches his brother one handed and slings him over his shoulder.

"He fucking changed my modulator to - to - !" He lets out an inarticulate noise.

Tim shifts back, clinging to Dick and laughing loudly. Dick nearly ends up on the floor, staggering under the sudden weight. Tim doesn't care, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and legs around his stomach in a koala cling.

"Animalese," Tim wheezes around his laughs. Jason growls and lunges again, only to be twarted by Dick turning so he's between them.

"Yeah. That. Now hand the rat over so I can kill him."

"He's more of a weasel," Dick tells him.

"It literally doesn't matter."

Tim laughs again, and there's a hint of a chitter. Dick smiles fondly at the sound. There was a time there he was worried he'd never hear that particular laugh again. Fondness flickers over Jason's expression before he forces it into a scowl. Dick rolls his eyes, but he just feels warm all over.

[vodika-vibes]

Omggg I was melting from flirtatious Seventeen, I love him being a shameless flirt 😫 Could you please do one where reader is very self conscious and just doesn’t see what 17 sees so she thinks he’s just messing with her when he says suggestive things? Maybe reader has an obvious crush on him so she assumes that because 17 knows he just flirts with her to embarrass her or try to get with her. Sorry if this is really long and specific😅, we all love everything you do btw! Thanks!

For Them

Summary: Alpha-17 has been driving you insane for ages now, and that mixed with the stress of your current responsibility is just too much.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader

Word Count: 1358

Warnings: Kaminoans are assholes who experiment on babies

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So...I kind of went a little off the rails on this one. I had a plan, and then I started writing, and I got distracted by clone babies. Sorry.

Sometimes you hate the fact that you’re so easy to read. If you were just a little better at hiding your emotions, you wouldn’t be in this situation. Well, you hope you wouldn’t be in this situation.

After all, if your crush on Alpha wasn’t so obvious, he wouldn’t have any reason to tease you so much, right?

Because there’s absolutely no way that he means what he says when he flirts with you, or makes those suggestive comments to you.

Best case scenario he’s just trying to get into your bed for a bit of quick fun. Worst case scenario, he’s trying to humiliate you. And if you didn’t need this job so badly, you would have transferred out to somewhere else.

Tragically, this job is the best one for you at the moment, and you can’t just leave the cadets-

You purse your lips as you focus your attention back on your datapad and the information on the screen. You need to focus, you can’t afford to be distracted by Alpha right now. The Kaminoans decided to play with the genetic makeup of some of the tubies, and it’s a whole thing.

Three of them are albino, which comes with its own host of health issues that need to be mitigated. Two were born totally blind, and another three are going to be blind unless you figure out a way to keep their immune system from attacking their eyes (honestly cybernetics for all five of them will probably be the easiest option, after all no one’s figured out how to keep human’s immune systems from attacking their eyes), and one was born without the ability to use his legs.

Honestly, the urge to take all 9 of them and flee Kamino is getting stronger with every passing day, but as of right now, there’s no way for you to get them off Kamino without drawing the ire of several very dangerous men, Alpha at the top of the list.

You push your fingers through your hair as you scan the medical data coming from CT-238-765’s (his name is Grim and you’re pretty sure you love him) cradle and you scowl. He’s never going to be able to walk. Maybe with surgery-

“If you keep scrunching your face up like that, you’re going to get wrinkles,” A deep voice says from the door, and you yelp and your datapad tumbles out of your hands.

You whip around, your eyes wide, and then you press your hand over your heart, “Don’t do that!”

Alpha-17 grins at you, “Did I spook you, mesh’la?”

You scowl at him and duck down to scoop the tablet back into your hands, turning the screen away from the larger man so he can’t see just how bad these tubies are, “Did you need something?”

He drags his gaze down your body, and you fold the datapad over your chest as you fight the urge to shift uncomfortably. His grin broadens, “Yeah, I can think of a thing or two that only you can help me with.”

Your face burns, “There are babies in the room,” You hiss at him.

“They’re too young to understand what I’m saying, sweetheart,” Alpha replies as he enters the room properly, and peers into one of the cradles, “Honestly, I could probably bend you over in here and none of them would even know it.”

You sputter, “You…you don’t know-that’s totally inappropriate-”

He laughs, and moves to peer into Grim’s cradle, and you immediately move to put yourself between Alpha and the infant, without thinking about it. “You’re not allowed to handle him. Technically, you’re not allowed to handle any of the babies. Remember?”

Alpha rolls his eyes and lightly nudges you to the side, “The rule was only enforced when the Prime was alive, which he’s not.” You move to the side as he nudges you, curse you for being so weak in his presence.

“Only because everyone else is afraid of you,”

“You’re not.” He grins at you, “You want to fuck me.”

Your face burns, and you glare up at him, “There. Are. Children. Present.” You hiss at him.

“Yeah, yeah. So you’ve said.” He regards Grim silently for a moment, “Also, that wasn’t a denial, gorgeous. Why isn’t he moving his legs?”

“He’s fine. And I’m not going to sleep with you just so you win whatever twisted game you're playing with me,” You snap, though you keep your voice quiet, “And don’t touch-” You sigh when Alpha reaches into the cradle and pokes the infant’s foot, and he doesn’t react.

“The fact that you think I’m  playing a game with you is hurtful, gorgeous.” Alpha replies, a frown crossing his scarred face as he looks down at the infant, “He can’t feel his legs.”

“He’s fine.” You say, your voice pitching a little higher in sudden panic, “They’re all fine. You can’t tell the longnecks. You can’t. They’ll decommission them.”

“Wait, wait. Hold on,” Alpha looks at you, suddenly no longer interested in teasing you based on the look on his face, “What…there’s something wrong with all of these tubies?”

“Winter, Snow, and Cin-” You motion to the three at the end, “Are all albino. The five in the middle are either blind, or are going blind, and then Grim here-”

Alpha holds up his hand, “What happened?”

“The Kaminoans were playing with their genes.” You say bitterly, “And now these kids are the ones who will suffer for it.” You carefully remove the monitors from Grim’s legs, and attach them to a different baby's legs, altering the data just enough.

Alpha stops you, “How long has this been happening?”

You shrug, “You know that CF-99 exists,” You point out, “They’re not the most popular because they’re assholes, but-”

“We’re all genetically predisposed to be assholes,” Alpha says dryly. His gaze lingers on the babies for a moment, “So, what’s the plan?”

“What?”

“For the tubies.”

You stare at him, “Um…so for the five that are blind, or going blind, I’m planning on making arrangements for them to get cybernetic eyes. As for Grim…I’m working on it-”

Alpha hums thoughtfully, “I have a better idea.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. How do you feel about taking the Tubies and leaving?”

You sputter, “I can’t raise 9 babies on my own without a job-”

“You won’t be raising them alone,” Alpha replies with a roll of his eyes, “I’ll be going with you.”

“...what.”

He looms over you, and you’re very glad that you’ve never been intimidated by Alpha, for all that he flusters you to high heaven. “You think I’m playing with you. That I don’t mean every word that I say to you. Maybe you have cause for that, I’m not going to judge. But I do mean every word, and if I have to run away with you and these kids to make you believe me, then so be it.”

“But…what about your other brothers?”

“They’ll be just fine without me.”

“But-”

“Yes or no, cyar’ika?” Alpha interrupts, “Do you want to ensure that these kids, kids that you named, have a proper life? Or do you want to run the risk of your manipulations getting exposed? And that’s not me threatening you. That’s me pointing out that you’re not going to be able to hide your lies forever.”

Your hands shake, “Of course I want them to grow up happy and healthy, but this is…”

Alpha stares at you and you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, thinking hard.

“Okay. Okay, but we have to be quick about it. If we get caught-”

“Don’t worry, cyar’ika. I can make sure that we don’t get caught.” He ducks down and brushes his lips against your temple, “Just be ready. We’re leaving tonight.”

And then Alpha is gone, leaving you alone with the 9 babies that you’re about to risk everything for. You sigh and turn to Grim, who looks up at you through big brown eyes, “You’re lucky I love you, kiddo.”

He flashes a toothless grin and grabs your finger, and you melt a little bit. You suppose it’s worth it.

[radicalstoner]

What disability do you have that prevents you from working?

Typically I would say mind your business, but, seeing as you're the apparent arbiter of whose disabilities are "bad enough," you of course must be informed so you can declare your ruling on whether my illness justifies my inability to work. And obviously your eminent anonymous opinion is what makes or breaks my entire lifestyle lmfao. But y'know what? Sure, I'll humor you, bc why not - have a peek at the hell that is my physical health and decide if I'm sick or just a lazy piece of shit.

I'm not giving you my full diagnostic history, bc you are not my doctor (unless he has tumblr but I doubt it) - I have multiple different diagnoses anyway, ranging from genetic to rheumatological to endocrine to neurological to gynecological, and rote listing them would probably mean little to you. What I will tell you is some of my symptoms, since those are more understandable to those who aren't aware of medical jargon and acronyms.

[Read more bc even symptoms alone are a huge list, no need for anyone to read all this, I just got going and it got long]

Let's start musculoskeletal: I have frequent falls from joint instability (and neurological issues like dizziness), and these falls often result in my joints (knees, shoulders, ankles, fingers, and collarbones are main offenders) coming partially or sometimes fully out of place and needing to be popped back in - I typically have to do this multiple times a day, and am very used to the cracks, crunches, thunks, snaps, and visceral squelch sounds that joints make when they move in and out of position. The pain of those injuries rarely bothers me anymore because I'm so used to it, so I just relocate joints and move on with my day - but the dislocations do inflame and damage surrounding tissues, and it adds up fast bc of how damn frequently my various bones decide they are getting divorced from their partners. I also have moderate scoliosis and bone-on-bone arthritis in my thoracic spine (meaning the spinal discs have degraded to nothing, so there's no cushion between the bones or around delicate nerves in the spinal cord, causing more neuro issues). My SI joints are degrading and constantly painful, and when they flare it gets to the point where I can't even shift an inch in bed without crying out. I have sprained/dislocated my right ankle so many times that it has permanent tendon damage, which would normally make me a candidate for surgery to fix them, but one of my conditions makes the surgery extremely likely to fail, so instead I'm stuck with chronic ankle pain and instability that gets worse with each proceeding twist or sprain (which are more likely to happen w the fucked tendons). My bone density is much lower than it should be in a woman my age. My hand joints are steadily losing their stamina wrt how long they can do things like write before the pain is really bothersome. My condition also just inherently causes muscle wasting, so building strength (though important in my treatment) can feel like an exercise in futility, and is incredibly frustrating. Nothing that I have mentioned in this paragraph can be treated at the root cause btw, symptoms can be managed and injuries can be rehabbed, but there's no fixing the disorder, these symptoms will haunt me my entire life.

Rheum: I am always high-inflammation, literally couldn't tell ya the last time my WBC tested in the normal range bc my body is constantly on high alert trying to fix the unfixable. Inflammation compromises your immune system, causes chronic fatigue, weight fluctuations, and just physically hurts, it's like a dull ache in dozens of areas on my body, and it moves around. That pain is also so familiar that it doesn't particularly bother me. What has been bothering me tho is that my thyroid is now overactive, which has led to new symptoms - I'm used to my typical set, I know how to cope, but new symptoms are a whole 'nother ballgame: I've been unable to sleep FAR too often, I'm now chronically sleep deprived and yet still alert and awake for 2-4 days at a time; I have lost 50 pounds in two months, and my body has been basically organically giving me Ozempic effects - no cravings, no appetite, no general urge or interest in eating - but the weight loss is still disproportionate and pretty shocking; I am anxious and fidgety all the time, to the point that my muscles get sore from fidgeting during the long wakeful periods; I hyperfixate even worse than usual on tasks (e.g. this fuckin ask response that you in no way deserve but I'm too engaged to not write it now). My healthy curly hair has started to feel brittle and frizzy, and some strands have broken (I have not used any bleach or heat since I had a buzzcut). The brain fog caused by the inflammation is also absolutely insane, I feel like I'm running in slow-mo even though the chemicals in my body are in high gear giving me energy and anxiety.

Gyno: I have PCOS and Stage III (of IV) endometriosis. Enough said?

Endocrine: my hormone levels have always been fucky (sky-high androgens) and when I went on testosterone a doctor medicated me incorrectly and made my hormonal imbalances drastically worse. my HPA axis is fucked, so all the different hormones/chemicals those organs produce are out-of-whack as well.

Neuro: Tingling/numb extremities, essential tremor, BRAIN FOG, balance issues, lack of coordination, nerve pain, vagus nerve dysfunction, icepick headaches. I have non-MS-type lesions on my brain, most likely caused by chronic physical and emotional stress according to my neuro. I have chiari malformation which means the bottom of my brain sags into the area of my spinal cord. I have endometriosis growing on my sciatic nerve, which is just as fun as it sounds; the sciatica pain is a different pain than I'm used to so it's much more uncomfortable mentally.

Systemic: Can't emphasize enough that I hurt All The Time. If my pain is at a 5 or less, that's a REALLY good day for me, I typically hang around a 7 on the pain chart. Pain stops me before strength or stamina, so I can't go on the walks my body wants to go on, I can't clean the apartment as deeply as I'd like, I can't even move some days, when the pain is all-encompassing and extra intense. I can semi-function with a LOT of pain by ignoring it, but I have had more and more days over the years when I just can't ignore it, or else I'll be punished with a knee dislocation or an SI joint flare for overdoing it. My autonomic system is an absolute disaster - this controls blood pressure, heart rate, digestion, breathing, temperature regulation, all the shit your body is supposed to do automatically. I can't rely on my body to do those things automatically. My stomach is paralyzed SOMETIMES because of my autonomic dysfunction; yes really. 3 gastric emptying studies, one was normal, one was very rapid, and one was basically immobile. The theory is that the fluctuations in my body and the storm of hormones/neurotransmitters/chemicals stimulate peristalsis unpredictably. Intermittent gastroparesis, and other times my stomach can't even hold onto food long enough to digest it and get nutrients before it moves on. And latelly I've had the fun little symptom of playing russian roulette whenever I dare to eat anything bc there's a 20% chance it will not be staying down - but also if I don't eat, I puke stomach acid and bile. I stock medical emesis bags like I'm a hospital, and have them stocked in my car, nightstand, living room, bag... bc I never know how my stomach will act, and when the nausea hits it is extremely sudden and intense so I need to have easy access to the bags. That's the reality of my gastric situation, eating holds no joy whatsoever, I've even lost a few safe foods after puking them up and developing taste aversion. My blood pressure is chronically low to the point that automatic BP cuffs sometimes are unable to detect it; my pulse is chronically rapid to the point that it goes over 3 beats a second sometimes, according to my watch. I even pass out sometimes because my blood pressure tanks even worse than usual (my father does the same thing, same disease).

Anything else you want to know? Social security number? Credit card info?

[whentherewerebicycles]

hey ummm im tipsy too because it's my flatmate's birthday and I'm literally a lesbian woman but sometimes I worry I might not be lesbian and it scares me because I'm scared of men but sometimes I think a man is attractive (like my flatmate) and idk why I'm msging you about that, sorry if it's weird. but you seem to have very valuable insights about life that not many others have (somehow?? idk?) and I respect and appreciate that.

oh it’s not weird! i think one thing i have learned is that it is 100% okay and healthy to hold your own sense of who you are lightly, and to not feel so attached to a particular label that you don’t allow yourself lots of space to grow and change as you have new experiences or meet new people who bring out different facets of yourself. to me the label of ‘lesbian’ is not an Essential and Immutable Truth about who i am (ie something that can never shift or change over time). instead, using that label speaks to a decision i’ve made about how i want to orient myself in the world, how i want others to perceive and interact with me, and where i choose to channel my energy & attention.

when i first came out i spent many, many years feeling like i had to justify and “prove” that i was “really” a lesbian and that i was ~~~pure~~~ of any flickers of attraction or interest in men (there’s a conversation about internalized biphobia to be had there, but we’ll save it!!). i have described this phase (which i think characterizes many young or newly out lgbtq people’s experiences) as “the push,” because for me it was basically like, to get myself emotionally, intellectually, and socially free of the rigid constraints of compulsory heterosexuality, i had to PUSH really, really hard, to get enough distance between myself and all of that stuff. i had to shove it as far away from me as possible to lessen the chance that it would suck me back in. that was a normal and necessary part of moving into a more openly queer identity, and for many women who identify as lesbian the “push” involves completely disavowing any past interest in men or relationships with men or emotional attachments to men.

the push isn’t a bad thing! like i said, i think it is quite necessary at first, especially since women are subject to even more of the “are you sure? i mean, you’re not really gay, right? maybe you just haven’t met the right guy / maybe it’s just a phase / maybe you just couldn’t get a guy to like you / maybe you’re just afraid of men so you’re pretending you like women” bullshit than gay men are. but it’s a phase that i think most people eventually are ready to move out of (well, unless you are on twitter, and then you just live in the wake of the push forever and ever i guess). and that’s because it can be quite an intense and anxious headspace to live in, as you often feel a lot of pressure to “figure yourself out” (ie pin down what exactly you are -- are you a “real” lesbian or not?), as well as a lot of pressure to prove to yourself as much as to other people that you are who you say you are, or whatever. so it’s stressful to live there, and it also requires you to draw a lot of really hard-and-fast lines (like, “this is what a REAL lesbian is, and i’m only REAL if i follow all of these rules or check off all of these boxes all the time, and if i slip up maybe i’m not actually a lesbian, and i’m lying to myself and everyone else”).

over time i’ve come to hold my own identity more lightly, and to demand less certainty and fewer fixed answers of myself (and of others, too!). the identity label i use doesn’t really matter all that much to me - what matters is 1) that i am able to arrange my life and relationships in a way that makes me happy, and 2) that others respect the choices i make (something that’s not always within our control). right now, “lesbian” is the word that i like best as a descriptor, but i also know that labels are very, very generic categories that almost have to be emptied of specificity and nuance in order to encompass a very wide range of people. to borrow & repurpose a phrase from the transfeminist theorist emi koyama: there are as many ways of being a lesbian as there are lesbians. lesbian is just a general catchall umbrella category for an incredibly diverse range of lived experiences, histories, self-understandings, sexual and romantic choices, life narratives, etc etc.

if lesbian is the word that works for you or feels like the closest approximation to how you want to identify & be perceived by others, then call yourself a lesbian! it is completely and totally fine to be a lesbian who sometimes finds men attractive, or who finds herself attracted to a specific male friend. there’s nothing wrong with that! personally, i am a lesbian who has had important emotional and physical relationships with men in the past, and it’s possible that in the future maybe i’ll meet someone who i really click with who happens to be a man. it’s not maybe something that i would go looking for, and if it did happen, it would certainly prompt some soul-searching, as does any new experience that surprises us or complicates the stories we tell ourselves about who we are and what we want. but holding my identity labels and my sense of self loosely means that i don’t have to feel as threatened by the possibility of changing desires or a shifting understanding of who i am & how i want to arrange my life.

my real true belief is that the vast majority of people are probably capable of forming deep emotional and physical attachments to any kind of person, if the circumstances were right and the person was the right person at the right time and we were open to the possibility of an attachment. i think that very few human traits or preferences are ‘hardwired’ into us in fixed and unchangeable ways. in general, most of our traits are influenced by a combination of nature and nurture, or genetics + experience. so like, idk, maybe some of us who are born cis women are slightly more predisposed than other people to find other women attractive. but nurture, lived experiences, environment, social and culture influences, and the stories we tell ourselves about who we are all play a much, much more important role in determining how we make sense of that predisposition, and whether we come to use words like “lesbian” to identify ourselves. so the type of rigid, stridently defended boundaries or definitions we often feel the need to invoke & defend during the "push” are even less useful here, because how could a fixed set of black-and-white labels (which, btw, only emerged in the last 100-130 years) possibly encompass or account for the wonderful heterogeneity of human experience?

anyway i guess this is all a very long way of saying that i think your worry is completely understandable, and certainly something i spent many years of my own life feeling! but i also think it can be nice to hear from other queer women that there’s a place a little further beyond that, which is basically just this realization: i am who i am, and i accept myself as i am right now, while also understanding that “who i am” will continue to evolve & change my whole life long. you are a lesbian if you say you are a lesbian, and if you want to have a crush on your male flatmate or find a male celebrity attractive or even try pursuing something with a male partner, that’s okay: it doesn’t mean your lesbianism isn’t real, or that you are now going to be pulled back into a compulsory heterosexuality you worked hard to push yourself away from.

but it also doesn’t mean that lesbianism is where you have to stay forever, just because that’s where you’ve landed or what has felt right for you up until now. it’s completely okay, normal, and healthy to allow yourself that space to change. maybe you’ll move into a phase of your life where “bisexual” or “queer” or “pan” will feel like a closer approximation or a better shorthand for how you understand yourself & want others to understand you. or maybe you’ll come to find some other word that you like better, or maybe you’ll decide that you don’t even want or need a word to live your life the way you want. the point is that you aren’t fixed in place. you are free to explore and to experiment and to try out different ways of orienting yourself in the world. and you should do so, in ways that feel exciting and affirming and right for you.

[malereader-inserts]

The Art of a Psychopath

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Core Four & Psycho!Reader Summary: One in a hundred children are psychopaths. Word Count: 2,426 Request: “Could you do a psycho!reader with Riverdale maybe? I love your work btw 💜“ Warning: Gory, Blood, Suicide mentions, Psycho Reader - Honestly I’ve surprised myself when writing this.

Sweet little (Y/n).

He was a fresh breath from all the bullshit that was going on in Riverdale. Sweet innocent summer boy who wouldn’t have thought about the drug raids around Riverdale, wouldn’t have touched G&G, be associated to the farm.

He was almost too good to be true. 

Sweet little (Y/n).

Not so little. Not so sweet.

It is no accident that it is the reptile, the snake, that symbolizes evil in our myths. For these creatures do not require love to raise their young as mammals do. As such they do not evolve an ability to feel love, only to survive. Likewise, the psychopath does not feel love, they are an evolutionary throw-back to our reptilian brains, an accident of genetics.

Psychopaths can run charities as shields for the activities they truly enjoy – causing others pain and emotional distress.  They take a perverse pleasure in attaining positions of public trust and respect, they are charming and socially intelligent. They don't play by the same rule book as the rest of society and so they win with ease. No morals mean no restraints.

You found it amusing at first, you could play the whole town like a fiddle. Lean back whilst the farm played the bad guys.

It was the talk of the town, how members of the cult were the only ones that clapped at the end of the musical - you weren’t for theatrical works. Students, people you considered to be closed with, were talking about it as well as their parents. 

You tapped your fingers against the desk, your eyes staring into Evelyn. When she turns to look at you, you simply smirk and waved. She shivered under your stare as she hastily walks away with Kevin.

She could feel tension with you, some dark presence.

“Isn’t your dad going to do something about it, Jug?” You asked, yawning and running your hair back, “Ominous clapping at a school production, bit weird.”

“I don’t know but we need to stop them before something gets worst.”

And that gave you a push.

So, the next time the farm was the talk of the town it was completely for a different reason.

“There’s a bigger problem than the Gargoyle King,” You hear from Jughead, “The farm was trashed, didn’t you hear?”

“They killed Polly’s babies - used their blood as a warning,” Betty lets out a shaky breath as Jughead holds her close, “The farm is under investigation.”

“What did the message say?” You asked, curious, holding back a wicked smile - you found it glorious.

“Well, dad says it said ‘All Men Should Die,’ dad doesn’t know if they mean the farm or the whole town.”

“That’s sickening, who in the right mind would do something to innocent babes?”

The core four shared a look, talks of curfew was starting, a bigger threat was arising in Riverdale. Still, you were seen as the little innocent boy, some kid who was too curious and yet so oblivious. You were just getting started, you were in the background, no one saw the shift in your eyes. 

How those pretty eyes shifted so menacing.

Murders continue to happen around Riverdale. A murder of Lodge’s current butler. Blood smear on the walls, the head of the butler on a pole as the body was sitting upright. Then, an innocent serpent, hanging out dead of a smashed window. In came the hanging of a civilian in Veronica’s speakeasy. 

“Five murders all around Riverdale. This is even worse than my dad.” Betty breathes out, reading news from her phone.

“Even, my dad is getting concern - he wants me to shut down the speakeasy,” Veronica huffed.

“Yeah, dad doesn’t want me to hang around after school anymore,” Archie nodded, sitting in the middle of the room.

You sat by the vending machine, the farm had been awfully quiet and Kevin had come back to Betty - begging for forgiveness. Reggie was sat net to Veronica as Josie placed herself on the armchair that Archie was sitting on.

“What if we knew this person?” Josie asked hushed whispered, “Do you think we could be next?”

It was a good question, you thought to yourself, and yes, they could be next.

You sat on the edge of the stage of the speakeasy. Your hands stained with red, your white shirt covered in splatters. You had cuts up your arms, evidence of rope burns on your wrist. 

You clenched your jaw, as you stare at the floor. Gazing up as you hear footsteps coming down the stairs from the entryway. You smirked when you settled a gaze at the core four.

“So, you’ve decided to meet me.” 

“Why is there blood on your hands?”

Your dead eyes flickered towards Veronica, she jumped to be on the receiving side of the glare as you scoffed.

“Don’t ask stupid questions, V,” You used her nickname against her, your voice was unsettling - low and drained of emotions. “Why do you think there’s blood?”

“There was a murder, found by the police station,” Jughead explained, “tied up and gagged - eyes gouged out and organs carved out.”

“Hmh, when you put it that way, it sounds vile,” you hummed, “Shame, he was a screamer - didn’t last long. The babies kept quieter than that bloke.”

“You killed my-” 

“I did you a favour, Betty,” You interrupted, “This town is boring, I need entertainment, who gives a shit about the farm? Gives me an excuse to torment that girl, what’s her name? Eve? Ava? Evan?”

“Evelyn.”

“Wish I could care enough to know the name,” You ignored Betty’s reply, “She’ll kill herself soon, it’s a matter of time. I’ve been egging her on, you know, daddykins is too worked up by the death of the babies that she was evidently no one.”

“Are you insane?” Archie asked you giggled, a shiver ran down their spine as you fixed your stare to him.

“Do you want me to answer that?” You snorted,  “So, why have I gather you here today?”

You stood up, tilting your head to each side, a pop of your bones releasing tension. You let out a harsh breath, you watched how Jughead stood in front of Betty, her arms snaking over his shoulders.

“No particular reason, you know? You four seem to be always in everyone's business, so why don’t I just speed things up for you?” You continue to talk, “Have you checked in with the parents?”

“If you touch my dad-”

“Jughead,” You sighed, feign offence, “Your dad? You think so low of me, why not JB?”

“If you lay a hand on her, I will-”

“Do what? Your little pocket knife won’t kill me, I’m far more experienced in this area than all four of you,” You blinked slowly, “Rat me out, more people will get hurt, try to kill me then there will be no point in running. Running won’t matter. I’ll hunt you down if I have to. You see, what doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”

“Why?” Archie asked he could feel his heart beating so loudly.

You send him a wicked smile, “Because I want you to suffer, suffer in silence - you can’t say anything because you’re afraid. I want you,” You step forward, “to be nervous when you see me, I want you,” Another step, “to be so afraid that you’re constantly looking over your shoulder.”

“You’ll fall.”

“And when I do, I'm bringing this wretched town with me.”

Such a pretty face with a dark soul.

The town had been on edge lately, no murders lately and the core four had been sick to their stomachs. Watching you fake your smiles, fake your laughter. The more they look the more they noticed how fake you have been, your body language was convincing - open arms, soft eyes and relaxed shoulders.

“Don’t you find me charming, Betty, dear?” You asked, leaning against the table with a smile, she stops typing on her laptop.

“Of course,” She mumbles as you rose your eyebrow, she cleared her throat and spoke louder, “Of course.”

The edges of your lips quirked upwards. She cringed how you thought yourself to be so important, you had a big ego.

“I’m doing you a favour, Bets, didn’t you hear? Farmgirl tried to kill herself last night.” You grabbed a nearby chair and firmly put it next to her, sitting down, “Aren’t you happy?”

“You told her to do it-”

“Yeah, well, not exactly. You just string up a few words and it’s her pretty little mind that does it for her.” You shrugged, ignoring how Betty’s hand shook as you turned her laptop, “Writing about me again? I liked the last entry of me, you make me sound very evil, very convincing. Even I was afraid of myself.”

“Do you not care?” She asked, watching how you flicker your eyes to her before lingering for a moment and sat straighter.

“Care? Why would I care? A girl just tried to commit suicide with no strings attached to me.”

“But, it’s all your doing.”

You laughed, “Me? Possibly, but who is the one who’s been actively trying to take down the Farm? Not me, that’s all you.”

Betty’s eyes widen, your words were strung up so perfectly. Perhaps it was her fault, but the moment she zoned back in and saw you grin like a madman, she had realised that you were teasing her - how easy you could manipulate someone to think in a way to your desire, what you had exactly done to Evelyn.

“Now, I’m tired of you,” You whine, abruptly stood up, “My senses are dancing for another cold-hearted murder.”

“My hands slipped.”

You sat on the bleachers, a knife in hand as you stare at the bodies that lay dead on the gym floor. After school hours as the core four found you sitting there. Once again, finding you smeared in blood. Founding that your arms were heavily coated, splatters of blood were on your face. They watch you swallow before your eyes flickered up at them.

You usually made the murder as messy as possible but very coordinated, most of the time people like you like to keep things clean. But, you found that tiresome, you wanted to mock the dead’s family, how the victims had no dignity when you murdered them. But, the five bodies in front of you were just laziness, you admit, you could do better.

“I told you not to rat me out,” You drawled out, lack of remorse in your voice sent shivers down their spine.

The four had noticed how there were people behind you, their wrist tied behind their back and their legs tied tightly to the metal seating that sat. A hood to cover them, you took no notice of them, they weren’t struggling - they’re good, they’re doing exactly what you asked them to.

“So, as I promised, I hurt more people,” You shrugged your shoulders, playing with the blade in your hand, far much bigger and sharper than the one that Jughead owned, “I’m waiting if you’re wondering.”

“For want, you sick bastard?” Veronica sneered as you grinned wildly, your wrist flicked back as you opened your arms and you tiled your head. 

“I appreciate the compliment, V, perhaps you could compliment your way out of death.” You chuckled, as you clean the knife with your shirt, “I’m waiting for the rest of the gang to join us, we’re playing a game. Hangman or my shared responsibility game of murder!”

“What?”

The core four share a look, as your eyes widen and shook your head in a way to ask them what they don’t understand. 

“I have four, unwilling, participants, behind me. I’m still playing with the thought If I should hang them now and every guess wrong I cut of their limbs or I should set a time, say thirty seconds - if you guess the word in that time frame, they live, if not. A choice from their parent to cut a limb and another thirty seconds is added on, we continue till you save them or as a group project we murder them.”

The gym doors burst open as the core four parents came rushing to their side. You waved with the knife holding hand. The rest of the parents standing behind the four and their parents. You chuckled darkly, low and rough as you watched the reactions of them.

“Let’s see what’s left in you for me to break,” You challenged, your eyes darken as you immorally grinned, “Shall we see whose life is on the line today?”

“You’re not going to get away with this (Y/n),” Hiram announced as you licked your lips, “You’ll be sentenced to death with all these murders-”

“I’ve murdered ten people within this two-month period,” You spoke, stepping up the bleachers to reach your victims, “Would you believe me that I was the one behind Jason’s murder? How I was the one to convince his dad to shoot him? I was the one to push Clifford Blossom to murder his son?”

“Jason was innocent!” Penelope screeched, you roll your eyes.

“I strung up Clifford Blossom, like a suicide, easy-” You lengthened out, “And I got away with it.”

“You heartless-” Tom boldly spoke, as you raised an eyebrow - tutting him and you shook your head

“Heartless? That implies I had a heart to begin with, ain’t that right Kev?” You unsheathed him from his hood, a gag around his mouth to stop him from talking. 

Tom’s eyes widen, his heart tightening to see his child trembling. You patted him on the shoulder, Kevin flinched in your touch, the shiny blade glistening too close for liking. You marched with pride down the bleacher. Freeing Reggie, Josie and Cheryl from their hoods.

“Not so bold when it’s your kids on the line?” You teased, you poked. You held your blade up, admiring it, “Shall we start the game? Your choice, Archie, because if someone dies - it’s your fault we played that game.”

You raised an eyebrow, grinning wildly, you were excited. Watching everyone shift uncomfortably under your power. 

“If you don’t pick, you’re ruining my fun and decreasing their chances of survival.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because innocence died screaming and I want to ruin you, break you, I want to demolish any good of your heart. I want too, that living is just as hard with the guilt on your shoulders.”

[brieflykawaiicat-blog]

The Greys and Orions - oh and a bit about the Reptillians {some info I am declassifying for various reasons}

        The Greys and Orions are BOTH from timelines where the earth was destroyed ~2012 by a magnetically induced eruption of earth's core stimulated by various HARRP devices. Effectively a solar flare erupted from under the surface of our planet  which boiled the oceans away, ignited the oxygen in the atmosphere and permanently destroyed the magnetic field of earth - causing its atmosphere to eventually dissipate into nothingness over the next few hundred thousand years from the solar wind. This made ALL future life on the surface of earth in the highest density impossible - in those futures/recent pasts .It wasn’t just the STRENGTH of the magnetic interactions which catalyzed the magnetically-induced eruption- but the resonant FREQUENCY of which those frequencies were applied.

IE.LIKE  A champagne glass  and an opera singer-- much louder noises wont shatter the glass- but the cumulative resonant frequency of her voice’s sound waves will- whereas a drum solo wont have any destructive effects on said glass- if that helps.

                  Many comments below  {in the ask fm account} - I explained that the greys were earthbound for the next 50k yrs in those timelines {in the neighboring densities} and how they eventually adapted. They time traveled to find the highest quantum density genetic info to address their plight and save the remains of life on earth in those timelines.

             The Orions were descendants of the financial elite who boarded interstellar nuclear propulsion craft {engineered with contemporary nuclear earth tech mentioned in  Project orion https://bit.ly/2UqCvFD } as a means of escape from the disaster.

                 Anyway the human descendants of the Orions {whose trip seemed like a matter of months to them due to the time dilation affect remember} were  taken in as interstellar refugees by the indigenous inhabitants of an orion system in an area below orion's belt about 1500 light years from here https://bit.ly/2uVGDhj {I'll call them the OSIRANS to distinguish from this point forward} - the orions were granted some advanced interstellar travel capabilities in the intervening millennia by their association with the Osirans.

                         A contingent of Orions eventually visited the home of their ancestors {post apocalypse earth} And were very surprised to see "aliens" - the greys,  inhabiting their former home world. Hostilities broke out and it was learned that the greys had time travel tech and density shifting tech which the orions then incorporated into their ships.

                      The Orions, upon learning of the greys'  time traveling strategy- became concerned that there would be a paradox which would cease thier existence if the greys should - in any way- prevent the destruction of earth which led to their current existence {which that is incorrect but the Orion Government isn't known to be very open minded}

                    They decided to come back and "prevent grey tampering"  with "the" timeline {false assumption} . The orions having been exposed to very low light and some protein deficiencies over the millennia - developed VERY pale skin and LARGE blue eyes as means of adaptation to their lighting conditions. ALSO, culturally - being the descendants of some of the worst the human race had to offer didn't help their culture develop into a very tolerant one.

                BASICALLY the orions are /were space NAZIS. There ARE exceptions-{there are key members in the ruling orion elite who were instrumental in helping an alliance to stop earth from being destroyed and these same Orions helped overthrow the rigidly imposed colonial regime in place ~2011 - also now - thanks to these individual orions-  some orion spaceships and tech are in the employ of the newly formed alliance - this is ALMOST all in neighboring densities btw} but their system of government and cultural identity was very NAZI like.

      The orions only OTHER  goal in time traveling back was to take who they wanted from a doomed earth as laborers - fellow members of their society etc {via neighboring density postmortem sequestering} WHILE ensuring that earth WAS destroyed "on schedule".

                One contributing factor in the uptick of white supremacy globally since their overthrow is due to telepathic/lower density broadcasting from the now deposed orion rulers and other racist members of that society who have been exiled.

               An alliance was formed - after a meeting was arranged between greys/ rogue orions and nephilim {don't use the bible, abrahamic references 100% as a guide though, regarding the nephilim, some info is accurate-- i mainly mean organic indigenous life forms which have existed in the neighboring densities since LONG before the human race existed and many are 10's of thousands of years old} .

                  This alliance is why you still have a sky over your head right now BTW.

           Once the greys were convinced that there would be no paradox if earth wasn't destroyed by the haarp devices  and that they could indeed have a future here. {see my 5th dimensional breakdown in ask fm comments} they were onboard.

              ALSO an exchange of tech for more sustainable solutions to the grey's physiological ailments - with some nephilim- was arranged. AND OFC the greys now know for certain there was no paradox in what had occurred-- they are NOW essentially temporal refugees who have as much right to be here as ANYONE-- especially since the earth would have been destroyed AGAIN if not for their aid.

               The reptilians are the final result {in SOME timelines like 100k years in SOME futures} of grey experiments into sexual, as opposed to cloning based, reproduction. REALLY they are more like dinosaurans than reptilians- they are warm blooded.

                 BUT they didn't have much to do with any of this -- they just made a one way trip from 100k years in some futures to 200k years in our past as a means of survival for some members of their newly engineered species. There are reptile based nephilim who are mistaken for reptilians also and stuff--

              Some of the reptilians still have access to very advanced earth tech that is 200k years old at this point but they are very individualistic in their concerns and not ONE organized society amongst us or whatever.  They are basically the children of the greys. Though many greys have never heard of them -- 5th dimensional physics is weird.

in short - "Everybody's human" - James T Kirk {MOSTLY}

[queendeepsigh]

I really wanna talk about my top 4 ocs because they're all pretty nifty and I've been trying to work on their stories for a while.  

So anyway here they are: (btw this is a pretty long post read at your own risk)

1) Jacquelyn Lokdottir, daughter of a vampire-turned-Asgardian and Loki (me and friend rped a lot and then Jac was born) she has magic and lives in the Marvel Universe, has dated Peter Parker/Spider-Man and Wade Wilson/Deadpool (and at one point they were all dating each other ) then they broke up and Jac moved on and focused more on helping out Asgard w her younger brother Soren (who is not magical) then much later found out she had a bounty hunter after her.

2) Amelia "Lady Galaxy" Quill, daughter of Be'Ney Boggs and Peter Quill, Be'Ney Boggs was an illegal scientist doing illegal experimentation (humanely) on native fauna. Eventually the lab was busted and Be'Ney sent young Amelia and her pet/experimentation away and the girl lived as a runaway thief/bounty hunter and just did whatever she could to survive. She was major nuisance to Nova Corps and when she got caught at 16 she used her last ace up the sleeve (An unknowing Peter Quill after he saved the galaxy from the lunatic) and was handed into his care. Years later she gets a email from a source to do a bounty job for an Asgardian Princess and when she went to get the girl, well she accidentally fell in love and they go on wild adventures.

3) Lily (previously called Red) is the pet/experiment/best friend of Amelia. Lily was once a small pink lizard that was captured by some scientist to be experiment for hacking into a living thing’s dna and rewriting it to make it into something else.  Of course the scientist were under orders to make sure that they didn’t inflict any pain upon the creature.  Once ‘Red’ was done, it was a large red scaled lizard with wings, young Amelia called him a ‘dragon’, and of course they had tested to see if they could give the creature human thought, and it worked.  When they were about to crack back into the dragon, the lab was busted and everyone was sent to prison with the exception of Red and Amelia.  Red loved Amelia, he was her best friend and vice versa.  Amelia took care Red just as much as Red took care of Amelia.  When Nova Corps captured them and they were given to Peter Quill’s custody, Red stuck with her.  When Amelia got the equipment to finish giving Red human speech, Amelia was shocked when Red said “You know, I might have been born male, but I kinda wanna be female?  With white scales?  Can you do that for me?” and of course Amelia got right on that.  As soon as it was done, Red became Lily with pearly white scales and a pretty singsong voice.  When Amelia met Jacquelyn, Lily went with them on their adventures and had loads of fun.  When Lily met Vision, she immediately wanted her own humanoid body.  Eventually, Amelia replicated the technology that created Vision and got Lily her own android body and with the help of Jacquelyn moved her conscious from one body into the other.

4) Soren Lokson, son of Asgardian once vampire and Loki, brother of Jacquelyn.  Unlike his sister, he did not inherit any of the vampirism (which has faded from Jacquelyn over time), Frost Giant, magic, or anything else.  From a genetic standpoint, he is all Asgardian.  He’s also the heir to the throne, and lead warrior of the group of elite warriors.  They go across the Yggdrasil to the different lands to keep the peace.  Soren also pops in from time to time to check up on Jacquelyn and her girlfriend, sometimes having to talk to his least favorite person (Deadpool) to get across the dimensions to find the girls.  He also has a pet, a shapeshifting animal companion named ‘Bully’.  Bully was once a tutor of Jacquelyn’s before he offended her and she turned him into a chicken for the kitchens but Soren’s birthday was coming up and she instead turned him into an elephant as Soren’s mount, an appropriate gift for the heir.  So, now Bully has the ability to shift to any animal that Soren needs (mostly a Hawk, Wolf, Elephant, and occasionally a Rat).

BONUS OC:

5) Ingrid , she doesn’t live in the Marvel Universe, she lives in the DC Universe.  She was raised in a elite covert operation team, her parents and the team that raised her turned her into a weapon for the government.  She didn’t have a childhood.  When the team was sent out to stop a waging warlord out by the Himalayas, Ingrid was sent to move the villagers that were in the way to a different location.  Before she could even make it to the village, the warlord had already passed but she was still able to get half of the villagers to safety before a bad snow storm happened.  While they to refuge in a cave, and one of the little village girls told her something that stuck with her forever.  She said to Ingrid, a soldier meant to be a perfect impassive weapon for her country and government who saved her life, ‘You are pari here to save us. You are our savior snow leopard.  Thank you,’ then bowed away back to the group.  Snow Leopard became her new code name.  After the mission was over and a few years later, her father got her burned from the team.  While Ingrid was seriously angry about being burned, she was kicked out of the team and on her own.  She went to Starling City (Later known as Star City) bothering the Arrow (eventually busting into his lair and learning that he was Oliver Queen) and then helping him out when she felt like it.  Eventually, she was hired on to be Thea Queen’s body guard and escort.  After Oliver disappeared for the third time, Ingrid was released from her duty and decided that she wanted to try out Central City, Barry Allen was pretty alright guy.  Bad thing for her though, the night that she finally got to visit the zoo, getting a private tour of the big cats, was the night S.T.A.R. Labs Particle Accelerator went off.  While she was at the zoo, watching the snow leopard, the power went off, the automatic locks unlocked.  The back up generator came on quickly though, getting most of the locks back on, but the agitated snow leopard had already snapped the door open and was on Ingrid.  She did her best to fight him off, but he had bit into her throat, by that time the Accelerator had went off it had put her in a coma.  When she had woke up in the hospital, she felt... Different.  Later she found that she had better reflexes, she could see in the dark pretty well.  The worst of all, when she went back to Star City, the Green Arrow startled her and she almost clawed his face.  Like literally clawed it off.  Then she found out that she could sprout out ears and tails, snow leopard tails and ears.  Oliver sent her to Barry Allen (the actual Flash) and S.T.A.R Labs where they helped her.  They did the best they could, but they couldn’t separate the snow leopard’s DNA from her own.  Eventually, she met was introduced to Amelia and Jacquelyn (who had hopped dimensions and had been moving back and forth from Central City and Star City helping the respective heroes).

[todokori-kun]

That is definitely one of the most beautiful, touching hugs in the history of fandom.

Yeah, idk how that kid would need human food either. I mean, even if some part of Kaneki is still human, HE can’t eat human food so why would the child be able to…?

(Ok, but imagine how OP a Touka/Uta child would be. They’d get either Touka’s kagune (which is at least worthy of an S-rating) or Uta’s (while we don’t know what his kagune can do we can assume it’s poweful; No-Face was a pretty infamous ghoul after all) or both, if they somehow won the genetic lottery. They could get Uta’s crazy regeneration and/or his shape-shifting abilities. They’d get Uta’s talent for trolling and Touka’s terrifying rage…there’s also the theories that Uta can create clones. And they would have Uncle Yomo completely wrapped around their finger.)

I think I actually want this to happen. Kaneki’s just really confused and leaves Touka and the kid alone to do as they please, and he does try to be a good ‘dad’ when the child gets older, teaching them that they are next in line to be the OEK and that they have lots of duties and responsibilites. The child, despite looking suspiciously familiar, turns out to be very intelligent and a good listener so Kaneki’s relieved.

Then the moment Kaneki asks the child to become the new OEK:

“lololol sorry Kaneki-san but Uncle Nico and Aunt Itori are coming to pick me up, we’re going to go watch the world burn and old losers with white hair are not invited”

“Wait what

Is this what it’s like to watch your kid go through puberty”

WAIT.

Remember how we used to talk about a TG Hamilton AU and decided that the characters didn’t fit.

This could actually fit now.

Touken child inherited Touka’s temper and Kaneki’s love for books along with Touka’s dedication to her studies, which makes them a perfect Alexander.

Eto is Washington.

Ayahina child is Eliza.

Amon/Akira child is Burr.

Ishida could be forgiven if he has Eto adopt the Touken child and take them somewhere far away from Japan. But he’d definitely be forgiven if, when they step off the plane, the kid sees someone walking towards them while waving and asks who it is…Eto smiles gently and replies, “That’s your Uncle Hide.”

Watch it and drown in the feels with me, because I’m re-watching it right now too because of my little sister (who’s five years old and seems to be weirdly fond of Bucky…I’m certain she didn’t care about him at all when we watched the first Captain America movie. Now she pouts whenever I mention Bucky, and refuses to let me call him ‘the Winter Soldier’ because NO he’s BUCKY he did nothing wrong).

btw, do you know Vision/Wanda is probably going to be a thing in future movies? It’s already sort-of a thing in Civil War

Yay, hope you like it :)

oh wow, now that you mention it she WAS a lot like an angstier, overdramatic version of Catwoman. Sad thing is that she could probably have been a decent OC if I wasn’t too immature to make  good character at the time. My problem with character development was that I was way too addicted to angst…

Oh, now that you mention it though, Naomi has both a chimera kagune and a kakuja XD she’d be op if not for the fact that she has no idea how to use either.

They really do sound great! It’d be cool to see a story (no matter how short or long) with Nara and Kya sometime ;)

Tysm <3333 I’m really glad you liked him! I’m working on the Naomi/my other OCs submission right now :)

And yes, Tatsuo is trash. Magnificent trash. Chaotic neutral leaning towards evil. I have this scene where he gets sort-of wrecked by an investigator, and when he’s lying on the ground trying to recover the investigator insults him for his behavior (“what, do you like getting beat up, you masochistic bastard?”). Tatsuo promptly arranges his face into a…um…slightly 'suggestive’ expression while batting his eyelashes at the investigator (“And if I do? What are you going to do about it, sir~?” in a very breathy voice).

He uses the investigator’s disgust/embarrassment as a distraction to give himself time to heal his wounds, then promptly gets up and slices off the man’s head.

It really is lovely <3

(that gif tho)

Historia and Ymir are waltzing to that song. Suddenly, Ymir asks Historia to look at her and apologizes for being stupid. Historia laughs and asks her what she’s talking about, to which Ymir says that she’s broken her promise, that she knows she was an idiot and that she’s sorry, so sorry for leaving her behind, but she can’t take back the choice she made. “Live proudly with your head held high, Historia. Make it a life with no regrets.”

Suddenly the music stops and Historia wakes up with tears in her eyes.

:)

Every time I see the hug, I feel warm inside.

Honestly, the food eating is the thing that confuses me the most. I get that she’s pregnant, but why human food?  also, if she’s punching her stomach for it to ‘go through’ like she did in the anime, I doubt it’s good for the baby. Maybe.

Oh my, now I want to see that child. Dammit, Ishida, give us a Touka/Uta lovechild, we need it!  But the Kaneku/Touka one would also be pretty powerful. I mean, if they get both kagunes and their parents’ looks, they’re good to go. Kaneki’s also smart, so that would be a plus. As long as they don’t get his crippling depression as well.

That would certainly be an interesting turn of events ^^;;;

I bet Kaneki has right about 0 ideas about how to handle a child, much less a screaming baby and even less a teenager going through their rebellious phase.

Holy shit. All along, the perfect cast of Hamilton was hiding in the next generation. Quickly, everyone, get to making babies!! We need them :p At least our questioning about who from TG would make a good Hamilton has been answered hahah An unborn character who might never be born, knowing Ishida. Nice.

Now that, that would be a moment in which my hear would melt. I would start crying while also smiling, and yet I’d be angry for no reason, but it’s HIDEEEEE

HHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDEEEEEEEE

I’ll get to it tomorrow, I suppose. Hopefully.  I like your sister hahah Seems like something I’d do if I liked Bucky more

Yep. I know of the ship. Apparently, it came out of nowhere.

We all have our problems with OCs... You gave them too much angst and I made them overpowered. You still give your characters a shitton of angst, but you seem to know how to have it make more sense, other than being angst for the sake of angst. I hope so, at least.

That miiight be a tiny bit op, despite her not knowing to use them, tho. She’ll learn to use it eventually and then it’ll definitely be a bit op.

Ah, here’s the thing about my OCs. They get created and that’s where it stops for them. I might think up random scenarios with them, but I’ll never write anything with them. Too much of a bother, in my opinion. I’d rather stick to short imagines with other people giving me ideas for them.

Yep, can’t wait to see it ^^

I think Tatsuo would be my ‘I love to hate you’ character hahah Chaotic Neutrals usually do that to me. Chaotic lawful, though, just makes me mad.

The gif is another one of my favourites

Here’s an alternate usage hahah

Once again, 

This face can be used in so many situations XD