#I hate living in a generally haunted area

[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

Hello, I saw that your requests were open and I wanted to ask if I can make one hehe, you don't have to do it or anything like that, but I'll leave the idea here anyway hahaha.

I would like to request a teen! Satoru Gojo x fem! reader and kid!Megumi (or gender neutral) Where Satoru Gojo and reader have known each other since they were little and they are both powerful, therefore when it is time to go on the mission to protect Riko Amanai she is also sent along with Satoru and Suguru,She also suffers because of Toji Zenin and basically everyone is traumatized (here we stick to the canon, doing the daily angst that our dearest Gege gives us..:) ) And basically after the events, reader and Gojo go to Megumi to make Touji's last words come true,I'd like to see a little bit of domestic fluff and a little bit of angst hehe...Reader seeing Toji in Megumi but at the same time wanting to stop because she knows they are completely different people. Happy ending :D

A/n: Thank you for this wonderful request, I'm pretty sure this is the first request regarding JJK in general so yippeeee! Enjoy!

DIFFERENCE BETWEEN (TEEN!GN!Reader x TEEN!Gojo) [ft. KID!Megumi]

"Stay here with Misato, just in case that man manages to make it down here."

You simply nod, looking away. Something felt wrong, you could feel it in your gut. You feel Suguru's hand on your shoulder and you look up at him.

"Satoru's got this, he's the strongest there is. You probably won't even be needed."

You turn to Riko, the sadness building up inside of you. She looked like she was about to cry as well. You had so much fun with her, you'd miss her so much. She rushes into you for a hug, and you hug back tightly, your eyes welling with tears.

"I'm going to miss you." She buries her head in your shoulder. "I'll miss you too, bug."

You let go of her and watch as she walks forward with Suguru, leading her to the end of her life.

You and Misato finally hear the elevator coming down. Satoru made quick work of that guy; it really didn't take that long either.

"That must be him, right?" Misato looks at you, happily.

You start to smile as you felt the elevator growing nearby. Soon it fades, you detect no cursed energy from the lift at all. You start to activate your technique and Misato gets prepared to fight.

The elevator doors open then everything goes black.

"Y/n... Y/n!"

Your eyes slowly open as you wake up with a bad headache. You blink a couple of times and finally adjust to the bright light. Shoko stares at you in relief, smiling softly at you.

"W-What happened?" You suddenly remember the elevator and-

You sit up quickly, groaning in pain and being calmed by Shoko.

"Easy. Easy!" She touches her hand to your back softly, rubbing up and down.

"Is Satoru okay?!" She nods.

The door to the clinic opens to reveal Suguru, a solemn expression on his face.

"Suguru, what's wrong?"

"I gave Riko a choice of continuing to live or to die. She chose to live her life."

You smile, happy he gave her a decision.

"She's...um..."

You laugh softly, smile slowly fading. She couldn't have...

"She's alive and back at home with Misato...right?"

He stays silent, looking at the shiny floor of the clinic.

A sobbing scream was heard from inside the clinic as Gojo listened silently near the door.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

You shoot awake from your bed, looking over at your boyfriend who is still sound asleep. Your hand unconsciously rubs the spot where Toji Zenin's bullet almost killed you. You let out a sigh and escape from the bedroom and into the kitchen area.

"You're fine." You open the fridge, the glow illuminating your face with the most perfect uncomfortable amount.

You lean your head against the fridge door and take a deep breath before grabbing a water bottle. You couldn't help but rest your head against one of the counters and sob. You hated how your traumatic experiences will always come back to haunt you. You wipe your eyes, take another deep breath and take a sip of your water.

Your ears pick up a light pitter-patter sound approaching slowly. You turn towards the noise, observing Megumi with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, stopped in the middle of the dark hallway.

"Hey Megumi, you shouldn't be up. What's up?" You crouch down in front of the counter as he continues his silent approach.

"I heard you crying and I couldn't sleep." The kid looked so much like him, he scared you sometimes.

"It's nothing to worry about." His eyes are so similar to his father's.

"I think it is if you're crying. Did you have a nightmare?" Everything is similar to Toji.

"So-Something like that. I'm almost an adult, it's nothing."

Megumi just stares at you blankly for a moment before wrapping his blanket-winged arms around your neck.

"Everyone's afraid of something." He leans in closer to your ear, whispering. "It's okay to admit it, I'm afraid too."

You smile and hug him tight, rocking him back and forth on the kitchen floor. He made you feel better, way better than before. He's just a kid, Y/n. He's not his dad.

"Let's rest together, yeah? It might be easier to sleep that way." He nods, tiredly.

You scoop him up and walk over to the couch. You lay on the couch with him cuddled up into your neck, softly breathing. Megumi fell asleep quickly. You brush your fingers through his hair, watching him fall into a deeper sleep. Soon, you follow him into a better dream than before.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

Satoru wakes from his sleep and walks into the living room, knowing you got up in the middle of the night. He spots Megumi cuddling with you in his sleep and you hold him tightly.

'Cute...'

He touches the small scar on the side of your head and then kisses it, bending down slowly. You're more comfortable with Megumi and he hopes you'll get closer to him from here on out.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

#fluff #requests are open #jjk x reader #requests open #taking requests #reqs open #angst #jjk x reader angst #jjk angst #jjk fluff #jjk x reader fluff #gojo angst #gojo x reader angst #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #ft. kid!megumi #request #jujutsu kaisen x reader angst #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[d3sertdream3r]

I’ve noticed a lot of rancid takes about Taliesin’s characters that are annoying me, so I’m going to rant for a minute. 

Tal has perfected the art of creating paradoxical characters, and I think a lot of people end up getting lost and confused in the layers. This is not a “if you don't get it, you’re dumb” type of thing. It’s just that I wish people would truly ponder his characters and why they’re the way they are because they’re not the stereotypical protagonists that North American entertainment focuses on. They’re not strictly kind and generous, intelligent and charming, or hateful and arrogant. They’re all of the above. 

A lot of western media features characters that are fairly cut and dry and easy to understand. There isn’t a ton of complexity happening, and from what I’ve seen, the majority of the people hating on his characters and role-play style are from areas where they aren't used to Tal’s type of character. They’re not used to characters having multiple characteristics that seem to contradict each other all at once (even though that’s how people are in real life). I’m guessing that’s part of why they don't like them, but who knows. 

Caduceus is the least paradoxical of his characters, which is why I think most people say he’s their favorite of Tal’s characters. He is the personification of a fluffy blanket and a warm hug. What’s not to love?? Percy, Molly/Kingsley, and Ashton on the other hand, are all much rougher around the edges. The point of them is to provide the opposite of comfort for the audience; they're meant to make people a little uncomfortable. They hold up a mirror to the audience and force us to look at the parts of humanity that we try to avoid. Not the pure evil of mankind that Matt’s villains often show, but something even more sad and hard to swallow. 

Audiences tend to like characters that deal with trauma through humor and/or charm. People benefit from these types of characters by laughing at them or lusting over them. There’s nothing wrong with this by any means; that’s all part of the fun of fandom! However, characters that deal with their trauma in ways that are more raw and painful tend to be disliked. 

Percy is filled with constant fear that his past will haunt his future. He is convinced that wherever he goes, the darkness will follow and the pain awaits. He has horrible nightmares and lives with incessant paranoia, yet faces the deadliest monsters, demons, gods, etc with nothing but his wit and a gun. He can't stop inventing, not just to glorify himself but to protect everyone. He’s so many things at once, which is what makes him so real and complex and fascinating. 

Molly/Kingsley’s story is about wondering who you truly are and not meeting expectations of those you care about. Imagine that you’re not the only one comparing yourself to someone else; all your friends are too. You’re trying to figure out what defines you while feeling like everyone you know wants you to be someone else. His story is also filled with questions about nihilism and whether or not anything truly matters, including identity. 

Ashton represents the endless loneliness of abandonment and feeling like no matter what you do, those you love will never care about you as much as you care about them. He pushes people away and acts like he doesn’t have a care in the world while simultaneously doing everything he can to grip onto his friends. He is jealous of Laudna for the way she died because it showed how loved she was, and how sick is that? To be jealous of someone’s death? To try and force someone to admit that they haven’t gotten over their issues because you can’t accept that it’s possible to overcome yours? What's wrong with you? If it’s possible for people to do that, why can't you? What’s wrong with you? Why is it so hard for you when it seems so easy for others? What’s wrong with you? They represent not just the physical, but the emotional chronic pain that most people don’t have to think about every day. 

I have so much more to say about these amazing characters, but that would take an entire novel. They emotionally bleed all over the place. While they can still be lighthearted and humorous at times, they’re often really messy in various ways. But that doesn’t stop them from being so loving and wonderful at the same time! 

TL;DR, Taliesin’s characters are incredible and I’m so grateful that he is willing to play them in such a raw and real way for those of us that aren’t always funny or charming enough about our trauma to make society like us. 

#I had to get this out of my system #It's so long and I cut so much out #TALIESIN JAFFE I LOVE YOU #critical role #percy de rolo #mollymauk tealeaf #kingsley tealeaf #ashton greymoore #look at my lovely little blorbos #taliesin jaffe #his characters are always my favorite

[des8pudels8kern]

57 - 83, correspondence in a haunted house :3

Codywan, warning for Order 66 and all that implies. Apologies to @ilthit; I know these aren't your blorbos. And apologies to everybody whose blorbos they are for the angst.

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The hut looks utilitarian from the outside, in the ugly way all buildings designed for hostile environments do - a squat, ugly thing, trying to protect life in the Tatooinian deserts that are so unforgiving to it. It reminds Cody of the war, of efficiently designed ships and makeshift shelters. Obi-Wan always hated the war, despite excelling at it.

"This isn't the kind of place I expected you to settle down in."

Cody's voice is hoarse. Who's to say from what. Lack of use. Too much of it.

"And yet, you found me." Obi-Wan's words flow the same way they always did, smooth like honey and crisp like fresh water, despite his having spent the last however kriffing many years as a hermit with no one to talk to but his personal demons.

Tatooine in general is nothing like the places Obi-Wan used to be most at ease, back when they worked together. He was at home in the lively cityscape of Coruscant, and enjoyed sojourns on planets teeming with green, living things.

"Cody, I-"

His voice is closer now. Cody didn't hear him move.

"Still not one for materialism, I see."

He slowly makes his way through the main room, stepping around sparse furnishings and careful to keep his eyes off the sleeping area.

"Well, a nexu can't change its stripes."

Obi-Wan is in front of him again, as if by magic, or some Force trick. There's a softness in his voice, and it sinks into Cody's gut like a vibroblade.

"I thought I changed." He stares at the ground because he can't look up at Obi-Wan, and he can't look back at the bed.

"Oh darling, that was never you."

"It still is me. I shouldn't have come. I should have stayed away."

"I've missed you."

Obi-Wan's feet shuffle into view, soft cloth coots and soft leg wrappings silent where Cody's beaten armour creaks with each breath he takes.

To be fair, they are rather heaving breaths.

"I've missed you too. Once I could again."

He's through the kitchen, now. There's a pantry to his left, and a bathroom to his right. That's the extend of the hut; there's nowhere else to go.

Obi-Wan stays in front of him, even as he turns around.

"I mourned you. I thought I killed you. When I heard rumours that you were still alive, I couldn't help myself."

There's a side door in the kitchen. He should go there instead of back to the living area. That's where the bed is.

"Cody, dear. You came all the way to see me. Won't you look at me? I promise, all that could happen already has."

He can hear the ventilation unit running to the side. Despite its reassuring hum, Cody can't breathe properly.

"I thought I was safe for you."

"Calm yourself, Cody. You are safe for me now."

They are standing close enough now that, underneath his armour, the hairs on Cody's arms stand on edge.

Cody gives up and looks up. He never could help himself, or he wouldn't have come in the first place.

Obi-Wan's eyes are blue, so blue, and the skin around them is lined with crow's feet and sorrow. Even now, the smile they crinkle with is sad.

"There you are, darling," he says. He's so close, and yet his breath doesn't cool the sweat on Cody's face.

Nothing more does happen as Cody looks at him and Cody, Cody finally gets to see him.

It already has, after all.

Through Obi-Wan, blue, blue, blue like the sky and just as untouchable, he can make out the shape of the corpse tangled in the sheets, a curl of steam still rising from the blaster hole C-2224 put between his eyes.

Good soldiers follow orders, the Jedi are traitors, and Cody sinks to the ground while the illusion of the man who paid for his mistake asks him to breathe.

#star wars #codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #not!fic #me last weekend: okay it's decided i will write the fake sith obi wan au #it'll be slow going and take a long time but i'll just have to work at it steadily #me this week: actually let me write a ficlet for this other prompt i still have in my inbox

[apothesized-moth]

God I hate this Freak (Newest Hatchetfield OC)

He works as a Forensic Scientist for the Hatchetfield PD, closely working with a Certain Conrad (Linked under the Cut ;) ) and loves his job a little TOO much.

Maybe keep an eye out for a Blog for him sometime?

Vauge Backstory and Tidbits under the cut!

Mick didn't drift into town so much as he sprouted up in it, like a weed, spreading his roots across the town far before he peeked his head above the surface. He lives in an Apartment in the Downtown area of Hatchetfield, and for a while, his apartment was Rumored to be vacant. Nobody went in, and nobody went out. Still, the apartment seemed in perfect condition, and sometimes people swore they saw lights behind the sectioned blinds. It became a sort of Haunted floor, a Haunted Apartment, where The Hermit lived. Though, that's only what was seen from the inside.

Michael Vescor was born a regular baby, he had a regular childhood, apart from being Transgender, something which caused him to have an innate fascination with flesh, which led to a fascination with Crime and Murders. He'd spend months researching, gathering information, creating threads from hoaxes, theories out of thin air. He breezed through his academics, his sharp mind and observant nature lending well to landing him a degree in Criminology and Forensics, and an eduaction as a Forensic Science. Of course, the next step was to, albeit slightly against his will, join the Force. Mick has no respect for Rules, or proper order of things, unless he orders them that way, he is selfish in his worldview, and posessive of everything he sees. He is a man that has trouble seeing others as equals, or even as human, especially if they're dead. He has a tendency to speak ill of the dead, or make remarks in the middle of a Crime Scene. Mick also has a tendency to put down the people he works with, criticizing them for every little thing they do, mocking them for their lack of observational skills. Generally, not a pleasant guy.

Wonder how he keeps his job... . .

CONRAD (Give Ghost a follow NOW!!!):

#;moth ocs #my darling little freak #oh Mick my Beloathed #no seriously he is a little FREAK I don't think I can underline this enough #I wasn't kidding when I said he'd taste the blood samples #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #starkid #hatchetverse oc #hatchetfield oc #hatchetfield rp #hatchetfield universe #hatchetfield roleplay

[deathisararemercy]

Sacrifice

Death x Reader

The center of town was where the real party was at. A small scaffold was set up in the plaza. White lilies were set in baskets around it in dazzling grandeur. On the scaffold was a grand table, set with a brilliant spread. Only one person was seated at it. Out of all the people in the town, they were the only person dressed head-to-toe in black. Muerte couldn’t see their face as a veil covered it, but he could tell their head was bent as they picked at their final meal. This year’s sacrifice.

A/N: I always write these when I'm sleepy, y'know? Not just the fics but also the author's notes in general. I think writing the notes are my favorite part. Do people even read these? Tweedledee-tweedledum- alright. Let's get into it, shall we? This is actually a lot cuter than what the title would suggest, but it also has such an ending with some different interpretations. This is a tiny tiny bit Halloween-y and out of season, but I swear I'll try to write something for Valentine's Day. That fic will definitely be cute and fluffy, I promise.

The fire was dying out.

Not that it mattered much anyway. He was Death; things like the cold, rain, or snow didn’t affect him. Building this campfire at the edge of the dark wood was wholly unnecessary. It was probably going to attract unwanted attention to himself. But watching the dancing sparks from the campfire was a nice distraction from seeing whatever it was that was going on in the town just down the hill. He could feel it in the air and the way the stars glared down at him. Muerte wrinkled his nose. The air smelled sour like rotten onions and inevitable death. But also lamb. He liked lamb.

He stomped out the dying embers of the fire and checked that the area was all nice and clean. The wind hummed a bit. He whistled in response. Satisfied, the wolf drew his hood and began the walk into town.

For what must have been a century now, the villagers of this village held a festival to “keep Death at bay” every year due to a horrible plague that once passed through the town. It had been an awful year with a poor harvest and horrible disease. Muerte could still remember the exhilarating smell of their constant fear. He never experienced anything like it; it was like walking through an electrifying haze for days that left him in a constant state of adrenaline. Despite that, he felt guilty each time he had to take a life during his stay. And there were many.

He was silent and solemn each time he arrived at someone’s deathbed, trying to be gentle. But the way the families screamed and begged, their wails and sobs as he grimly cut the cord tethering their loved ones’ spirits to the mortal realm, haunted him long after he left the town. The spirits had hated him too, pleading for him to send them back, just so they could live a little longer, just so they could say goodbye, and cursing him when he said he could not.

But Death is a promise, not a bargain to be made.

And the villagers had been terrified of El Lobo Muerte ever since.

Since then, each year, they’d put up torches that would burn all through the night and offer one person as a sacrifice, leaving them in the center of the largest field. One hundred years later, the festival was more of a celebration to keep away illness for the coming year and dress up in costume. Little decorations would be pasted up like wolves and skulls. Sickles would be painted red and hung up next to the fields of crops.

In reality, Muerte couldn't control when people died. He was just there to release the dead from the mortal realm and send them on their way to the spirit world. But it was cute, seeing the little paper skulls they pasted up, the decorated gourds, and- oh that smelled good. They were selling chopped pieces of lamb on skewers this year. His red eyes darted to the stall where they were selling them. A small crowd had gathered there. He’d come back and buy two later.

The center of town was where the real party was at. A small scaffold was set up in the plaza. White lilies were set in baskets around it in dazzling grandeur. On the scaffold was a grand table, set with a brilliant spread. Only one person was seated at it. Out of all the people in the town, they were the only person dressed head-to-toe in black. Muerte couldn’t see their face as a veil covered it, but he could tell their head was bent as they picked at their final meal.

This year’s sacrifice.

Muerte leaned against a stall, watching them try to take another bite of food before pushing away their plate. They grabbed a golden chalice and took a long drink.

“Steeling your nerves. Interesting.’’

“What?”

The wolf looked around. He was leaning right against another lamb stall. This one was selling mini-pies. The cook looked up at him in confusion, not fear. Well, it looked like even after just a century, no one bothered to tell anyone what Death looked like.

The wolf grinned, baring his teeth. “Oh, it’s nothing. Say,’’ he leaned down to take a peek at the wares. “Could I have two of those please?”

==x==x==

The procession began at eleven bells. The town suddenly fell silent and solemn as a committee of hooded figures approached the scaffold. The sacrifice trembled as they rose, whether it be from fear, fatigue, or drink Muerte didn’t know. When they reached the bottom of the scaffold, a bouquet of lilies was procured for them by one of the hooded figures. The figures then surrounded the sacrifice until Death could barely see the top of their head. And then, they began to walk.

The crowd parted silently as the hooded figures led the sacrifice out of the village, closing the gap as the procession left. Their pace was horribly slow, but they did need to fill up an hour of time. Muerte followed the procession from a distance.

When they reached the edge of town, where the crowds were thin, the light grew dim, and the stars seemed a bit brighter, one of the hooded figures spoke. “This is the final time you will step foot in this village. Once you leave the light, you are to be led into the dark. With your back to the light, you walk into the cold embrace of death in order for the light to continue to burn bright for all those you leave behind.”

With that, the sacrifice was blindfolded, their veil covered their face again, and their hands were bound. They linked arms with one of the hooded figures and the small procession continued to the village’s largest field. The moon was full and beautiful, and the winds hummed a little tune. The wolf whistled quietly in response.

Muerte walked softly and silently, undetected by the mortals. His eyes glowed red as he tried to see further in the dark. The figures were just leaving the sacrifice there. No final words, no last requests. The figures led them to the center of the field, cleared away except for a cut tree stump, on which they seated the sacrifice. Then they just…left.

Something in Muerte’s chest twisted, his lip curling in disgust as he watched them leave the poor sacrifice alone. In the distance, the village bell tower rang twelve bells. He could faintly hear the person hold their breath expectantly. That was his cue.

“Well, well,” the wolf smirked as he pushed away the crops and stood in the clearing. “If it isn’t this year’s little lamb.” The person stood up suddenly, hopelessly trying to see the wolf in the dark. “Relax,” he chuckled, “I’m not going to eat you.”

“But-”

“Here.” He swiftly removed their veil and blindfold. The wolf suddenly hesitated. Those terrified eyes were…prettier than he expected. If he looked at them any longer, he just might-

Muerte spun them around, grabbing their shoulder so that they wouldn’t trip and fall. Their body was small and warm beneath his cold paws and firm grip. Could he just think clearly for one-

He drew one of his sickles and slashed the rope binding their wrists together. The villager yelped at the sudden release before righting themself. They turned around, and Death focused on staring at the point just between their eyebrows. Their eyebrows knit together as they examined him in the moonlight. Adorable.

“Are you…Death?”

“Yes. Yes, I am. And you are?”

They hesitated before giving their name. “My, my, my. What a beautiful name.”

“It’s the same as any other name,” they scoffed. He could see the faintest flicker of a smile flash across their face.

“Well, it’s the name of the person this town foolishly gave up this year. So I think it’s fairly important. Lamb?”

“Yes?”

The wolf howled in laughter, echoing through the silent night. If there was another villager out there, they’d surely be terrified. Muerte reached under his poncho and pulled out the pies, wrapped up in cloth. “I was asking if you wanted a lamb pie, cordero.”

Their face reddened. They snatched one of the pies away and turned their back towards him. “I- I knew that! I was just saying ‘yes’ as in ‘yes! I’d like a pie!’ you stupid lobo.”

Muerte placed a hand on his chest, gasping. “You dare call Death a stupid wolf! You better watch what you say. You never know what will be your final words.” The villager cast a glance back over their shoulder, gaze meeting Death’s. The two of them laughed.

Muerte sat down on the ground next to the stump. The villager stared at the stump before deciding to sit on the ground next to the wolf. They each ate their pies in silence, chewing thoughtfully. The wolf finished first, licking his lips. “You all outdo yourselves every year. That was delicious.”

The villager smiled, wiping their mouth with the back of their hand. “Thanks. We try to make it nice for you.”

Leaning his head on his hand, the wolf shrugged. “At this point, it’s less about me and just having a nice new year. But you know, I enjoy seeing all the cute costumes. A little kid dressed up like that Puss in Boots, running up to me with a stick sword.” His eyes narrowed suddenly, looking at the villager’s face. “Hang on.” They stiffened. He leaned in closer, close enough to smell them and feel them breathe. “You have something…right…there.” He gently wiped away a stray crumb of pie from their face.

“O-oh. Thank you!”

Was that pushing it? He narrowed his eyes again as he looked between that beautiful face and the crumb stuck to his fur. He licked his paw clean, eyes trained on the villager. Their face reddened again. He could feel them trembling a bit, though Muerte was fairly certain it wasn’t from fear.

“Say,” he began slowly, testing the words out, “Do you think I really eat people?”

They were startled and hurriedly responded, “No, of course not! At least…I hope not.”

“Well your prayers have been answered,” Muerte said, rising to his feet. The villager quickly followed. “I don’t really eat people. Neither does that Big Bad Wolf people tend to confuse me with.”

“But the others,” they said slowly, “the others from the previous years. What happened to them?”

The wolf shrugged. “I always bring food because I know they’ll barely be able to eat anything from the nerves. Then, I take them wherever they want to go, that isn’t this village.”

Their eyes widened. “You can do that?”

“Mm, yes. Granted, not everyone likes the way I travel. And the universe isn’t particularly keen on me doing this. But I don’t kill anyone. And they usually survive the trip.”

“‘Usually’?”

“I’m joking, cordero pequeño.” Muerte grinned. “So what will it be? Where would you like to go?”

The little lamb paused. “I…I don’t know.”

“Come on. You can go anywhere in the world. Just say the word.”

“I think I just want to be able to see you again.”

That took Death aback. He blinked rapidly. “What?”

“Was it weird? Sorry, I just- Listen. I want to see you again.” The mortal gestured around the field, ethereal under the moonlight. “I know I said I don’t think you eat people, but I also didn’t really expect to be alive past midnight. I don’t know where I want to go or what I want to do. But,” they added, stepping slowly towards the wolf, “now I think I want to get to know you more. You’re a pretty funny guy, Lobo Muerte.”

His heart fluttered in his chest. Well, mierda. The moonlight was caught in their hair, and they smelled sweet and full of life. Muerte bent down, reaching behind the stump to pick up the discarded bouquet of lilies. Quickly before it could wilt under his touch, he pressed one flower to the mortal’s chest. He smiled softly, tapping the tip of their nose. “We’ll find a place for you. And I'll be sure to visit before your time comes for real. I’d like to see you again too. Is that alright?”

They grinned. “Yes, of course.”

“Alright then.” The wolf unsheathed his scythes and thrust them upwards, cutting through the air. A shimmering door of light opened in front of the two. He smiled seeing the wonder on their face. “Let’s go.” And he whistled as they went.

#puss in boots #puss in boots death #death x reader #puss in boots muerte #muerte x reader #the last wish #x reader #.writing

[running-with-the-feels]

Since Bi Han & Kuai Liang were from America, I can imagine their disappearance was a big topic in the town they were born in (I'm certain an entire family being murdered while two boys were whisked away would definitely be on the local 6 o'clock news and be a hot topic for weeks). It became a cold case that would forever haunt the town to the point it became a local urban legend. Adults would wonder if those two boys are safe or even alive, Teenagers would share numerous theories, or tell it as a story to scare to the local children (something like 'If you don't behave, you'll be taken away like poor Bi Han & Kuai Liang'). Maybe even some out of town crime enthusiasts would visit to try to figure out what happened

Anon I love you with my entire being.

So yes, this was a big deal in the town they lived in, particularly bc their father (I call him Jiahao) had already been mysteriously murdered a handful of months prior, so the town was super focused on their family, trying to help them get through it.

Also bc their mother (I call her Ru) was beloved by most of the town, as she owned the best bakery and was generally just very kind to the people she encountered.

The town actually really came together for her after Jiahao's death as she was now a single mother to three kids (I hc that they had an older sister named Lian who was also a cryomancer), so they ended up making a rota for who would make them extra plates of dinner to take over on what days, who's kids would go mow her lawn and help put the bins out.

Their family was well known and well liked, not a single person had anything bad to say about them.

So when their house suddenly burns down and the corpses of Ru and Lian are found, with Ru being covered in blood and Lian having her neck snapped, and the boys nowhere to be found? Yeah, ppl noticed.

There was a lot of panic after that, and the town ended up on state and eventually national news bc of it, as everyone pretty much went into lockdown.

If the Tian family, who everyone loved and nobody hated, could be murdered so horrifically, what chance did the rest of them have, after all?

I think it's also a story that some of the older American defenders will have heard, def Sonya bc she's from around the same area as I hc Bi-Han and Kuai Liang grew up, but also probs Johnny as he strikes me as the type to have had a true crime phase. Not sure if Jax will have heard of it, but I wouldn't count him out either.

The case also ended up on buzzfeed unsolved at one point, leading to the Kombat Kids finding out about it. Frost (bc I refuse to acknowledge that she isn't a Kombat Kid) is the only one to put two and two together and figure out that it was Kuai Liang's family, based on the pictures of the family shown in the episode.

She asks him about it one day, and it is the only time she ever sees him cry.

Takeda eventually tells Hanzo about the case off-handedly, and he ends up figuring it out as well once he looks sees the pictures by accident. This leads to him tracking down the town and finding people who knew the boys when they were younger, eventually taking Kuai Liang there and trying to help him recover the bits of his home that are left.

There's a lot of tears on that trip, especially when Kuai Liang runs into his old babysitter, who was also his mother's best friend, who recognizes him on sight and welcomes him home.

Kuai Liang makes regular trips to that town afterwards.

#kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #frost mk #kombat kid frost au #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

[skygodtraumabond]

Just a reminder to everyone in Hoenn right now: do not go into the Forbidden Forest. Do not dare other trainers to go into the Forbidden Forest. It is not called the Forbidden Forest because it is haunted or because it has some otherworldly creature in it, it is called the Forbidden Forest because people are strictly forbidden from entering under any circumstances barring qualified rangers and emergency personnel when absolutely necessary.

I know you might be asking some questions about this. I am not a law-abiding individual in all circumstances. Why is it that I am being such a stickler for this one set of rules?

The Forbidden Forest is a nature preserve. It houses many grass types that are now extinct in other parts of Hoenn due to overcapture and poaching in the past (including the only known living population of the Hoennian Bulbasaur line), and they have all been largely isolated from humanity for generations to allow their populations to recover. That said, not only is their generational memory intact, but there are specimens in that forest who were alive before the fence was put up. They remember the species that nearly wiped them out.

So. Not only are you intruding on a sensitive population that is still recovering from near-extinction, but they all hate you. Every pokemon in that forest has a learned distrust of humanity, and that distrust is displayed in high levels of aggression. Pair that with the fact that the energy fields in the area prevent most electronic devices from operating properly, and you're really just asking to disappear if you wander in there alone.

There are easier ways to die that don't come at the cost of disturbing a fragile ecosystem. I promise.

#raytalk #pokeblogging #pokeblr #pkmn irl

[r-2-peepoo]

Cody and Obi Wan feel absolutely perfect for each other imo.

I wholeheartedly understand the hesitancy some people have about the difference in ranks (I have so many thoughts about this tbh) but the main thing I associate with Codywan is how healthy they feel. They might exist in tumultuous circumstances however they themselves work incredibly well together. They have such a good understanding of each other to the point they don’t even have to speak sometimes because they just intuitively understand what the other person is trying to say. It’s definitely a side effect of the war but it’s also reflective of them as people in general. They are very similar in a lot of ways and very different too but I think their similarities fall in the places that really count.

There’s their communication. Yes, Obi Wan is far more melodramatic in the way he presents it sometimes, but when it comes down to it, they’ll both say what needs to be said because it’s a necessity in their line of work.

I think they have similar worries and doubts too. Obi Wan’s have been explored incessantly (and I eat it up every time) but Cody having similar problems with self doubt makes sense to me as well. To preface, he is not a child and I hate when people act like he is to try and make Obi Wan look bad. The clones just age differently and Cody’s a grown adult. With that in mind though, his lack of life experience definitely leaves room for him to doubt himself. He was basically thrown into a war and expected to lead. I’d feel pretty overwhelmed if I were him. That’s one area Obi Wan can help with because if he’s one thing, it’s experienced. Just as Cody provides a sort of stability for Obi Wan, giving him less reason to fall back into old habits where he would feel insecure about his place in the Jedi Order. There’s a very even exchange of care and support between them.

There’s also the fact that their fates seem intertwined. The clones were essentially doomed to die at the same time as the Jedi. They were always viewed as expendable but Order 66 signalled the countdown to the end of their intended purpose and their eventual eradication, something canon doesn’t focus on nearly as much as I’d like. Cody pretty much lost his family at the same time Obi Wan lost his and it was neither of their faults. It doesn’t matter that the clones were sentient beings equal to any other person in terms of intelligence. It doesn’t matter that they as individuals evolved way past what they were created to do. It doesn’t matter that they were more similar to a completely new species of people with a budding culture and way of life which could have evolved into something more structured if they only had more time, than to an army of mindless droids which they were constantly compared to. None of that mattered to the empire because nothing that delicate and precious ever matters to any kind of empire. The ancient, beautiful lifestyle of the Jedi and the newborn customs of the clones which they were never given the freedom to fully explore were woven together from the second Jango Fett allowed the Kaminoans to use his DNA. Cody and Obi Wan are left on either side, both having lost something different but joined forever by feeling like ghosts of a different time who were left behind to haunt the corners of the galaxy they no longer have a place in.

I could go on and on about them (and I frequently do) but at their core, they are such an interesting ship because they have wildly different personalities and have different problems the other won’t experience but they seem so compatible regardless. They may experience issues with each other (as anyone in any kind of relationship does) but both possess the tools to deal with them and are united in their grief for their old lives which they can never get back post-order 66. They work romantically, but these traits don’t go away if you only view them as friends or even just people who work together. They work on every level but romantically is the most fun lmao.

#codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #clone wars #star wars #pls forgive my ramblings #I love them both very much

[imagineanime2022]

Little Lady *Part 4*

Chuya Nakahara X Fem!Reader, centred around a rivalry with Kunikida

Word Count: 5267

Requested: Anon

Request: Original Request

Warning: Poisoning, injuries, Kunikida hate

*Part 3*

“We need a plan!” One of the cult members argued, since the incident resulting in the ADA relocating Hibiki and the mafia or rather Chuya made a point of promising real consequence if the cult decided to make a move against them, as it stood, they had been generous with the time that they were giving them to clear out but they could all feel it bearing down on them, they only had a little time left before all their enemies converged on them, especially considering their leader had narrowly avoided capture only 3 weeks before. “Maybe we should work with the ADA and get rid of the mafia, they seem to be the biggest threat.” Another female member, Hana suggested. “Do you not remember what Chuya did to you and your team when you crossed him?” The first member Yasuo answered. “Of course I remember I still have the scars, all the more reason to get rid of him.” Hana said gesturing to the left area under her shirt where she had sustained the worst injuries. Before either of them could continue to argue, a shadow was cast over them, they both turned in time to see Gin, a member of the port mafia. The cult members got ready for a fight however she simply lifted a letter in a black envelope. “I suggest that you look at the letter before you decide what you are going to do.” Gin said when no one stepped forward to take the letter she placed it on the floor and disappeared from sight again. “Should we read it?” Yasuo asked. “Of course we should.” Hana answered, she was a little more worried about how they had managed to find the main base, she knew that the Mafia were smart and had resources for almost anything but even she hadn’t expected them to be able to find the main base.

We are giving you one more chance to surrender to the port mafia, it will be easier for you if you do, please don't make us do anything neither of us want to do.

“Something neither of us want to do?” Yasuo asked, “what does that mean?” “They’re trying to scare us, we know what they can do.” Hana answered “if they could make us leave they would have done it by now, it’s been 3 weeks since the last warning.” “You shouldn’t underestimate them.” Yasuo warned. “I don’t think you should be making such a fuss not after what your brother did, I don’t know why she kept you around, what purpose it served but now that she has left, it’s only a matter of time before we get rid of you too..” Hana reminded him, Yasuo grit his teeth as he looked at her. “Whatever.” He mumbled as he walked away, he knew that he had to do something, something to get back at them for everything that they had done to his brother, if Hibiki could get out maybe he could to, not without revenge though.

Hibiki had been living her new life to the best of her ability but there were still things from her old life that haunted her, she missed her Mum and the image of the building dropping on your head haunted her. She wondered if you were really dead and what would happen if you weren’t, she worried that one day she would see you across the street or in her house.

Hibiki was snapped out of her thoughts by her phone ringing, she answered without a thought but stopped dead at the sound of the voice on the other end of the phone “Hello Hibiki.” Mori greeted her. “How do you have this number?” She asked. “I have everything, you think that the ADA would have gotten you out of the city without my knowledge, I have people everywhere, you know. I know where you are, who you talk to and what you're doing. There is nothing that you can hide from someone like me.” He said. “You really think that I would believe you! I will not be forced into giving up my new life because you are trying to scare me.” She informed him and hung up the phone. She hoped that if he didn’t give him a chance to ask her for anything to tell her why he called he wouldn’t be able to use it to get to her. Her phone rang again and she jumped looking down, Yasuo, Aoi’s brother. “”Hello?” She asked cautious of a trap. “You answered.” He breathed. “Why are you calling?” She asked. “I thought that I should tell you, they didn’t arrest your mother 3 weeks ago but she left the cult.” He said. “Why are you telling me this now?” She asked “if it happened 3 weeks ago.” “The mafia sent us a letter in a black envelope, telling us to surrender and leave Yokohama.” He explained, she bit her lip as she thought back to the letter that you sent her before you came looking for her. She knew that the Mafia were going to attack the cult but she couldn’t do anything from there. “Then leave.” Hibiki said “they will kill you all, they tried to kill me.” “I’ve tried convincing them but Hana doesn’t want to leave, she wants to continue the fight.” He answered. “Well look after yourself then,” She said, not really knowing what to say. “Same to you.” He said before hanging up the phone, Hibiki held her phone to her face ready to scroll through and find Kunikida’s number, however she stopped when she remembered that Mori could hear everything, instead she dropped her phone to the floor crushing it under boot before throwing it away, she grabbed her bag and started towards her apartment, she didn’t want to reenter the case, she was happy that she was out but she couldn’t just sit by while everyone else died, they were victims to, she had no choice but to go back to the ADA and hope that they would help her again,

Kunikida tried to concentrate on his work and ignore the nagging worry that follow Hibiki leaving, her mother had managed to get away during their attempts to arrest those involved in the cults activities so he at least had a task to focus on. “Hey Kunikida, you know that mafia executive that Hibiki dropped that building on… Do you think that she’s dead?” Junichiro asked, Kunikida opened his mouth to answer but Dazai got there first.”She won’t die that easily.” Dazai answered. “A building fell on her, there are a number of people who wouldn’t survive that… How would she?” Kunikida asked. “Did you happen to notice what his ability allowed her to do?” Dazai asked. “I was more interested in keeping her from killing our client.” Kunikida answered. “Mmm, she’s not dead.” Dazai finally said. “How would you know that?” Kunikida asked, when Dazai didn’t answer he asked another question “do you think that she’ll go after Hibiki?” “She won’t go after her unless she’s ordered to.” Dazai said. “How do you know that?” Kunikida asked again and Dazai just sighed in response before letting out a childish groan and leaning back in his chair. “Why don’t we just let the Mafia sort this out, I’m tired!” Dazai whined. “How can you be so heartless?” Kunikida asked “someone will die if they are involved.” “You don’t know that, I doubt that anyone will end up dead if Mori can help it, if he can relocate them and keep good relations, they’d make a strong ally and even if he did kill them would it be such a loss after everything that they have done.” Dazai explained. “And that’s okay?” Kunikida asked. “Are you certain that you can stop him?” Dazai asked.

Gin walked into your office and you looked up at her “did you deliver the letter?” You asked, Gin nodded “thank you.” Your eyes travelled back to the laptop on your desk as you watched Hibiki through the many cameras that you had access to in the city that she had been moved to. “Has she done anything?” Gin asked. “No nothing, she got a call from one of the members at the meeting but these feeds don’t have audio, there’s someone else watching her phone calls and texts, but she destroyed her phone so it seems like she’s up to something.” You explained. “What does he want you to do about the rest of the cult?” Gin asked. “He wants me to kill them all.” You answered. “Are you up for that?” Gin asked, referring to you only having been cleared for work 3 days ago. “Yeah I can fight, they’ve learnt not to discharge me unless they think I’m well enough to go on a mission.” You explained “I’m not very good at resting.” “Mm and killing them do you think that right?” Gin asked. “It doesn’t matter what I think, it’s what the boss wants me to do.” You explained and she nodded. “Well call me when you are ready, it’ll probably be easier with someone competent by your side.” Gin said before leaving the room.

Atsushi had just gotten back from getting lunch and he noticed that there was a woman standing outside of the ADA, as he got closer he realised that it was Hibiki “Hibiki!” He called, she turned to him and ran up to him when she recognised him. “Atsushi, I need your help, well the ADA,” She explained. “What happened? Are you okay?” He asked. “It’s not me.” She answered, “I’ll explain to everyone.” Atsushi nodded and led you up the stairs into the office, where there were quick meetings and scolding for not calling first so someone could meet her at the station. She explained everything that happened, all of the phone calls and the information that she had gained from them. “So you want our help again?” Dazai asked, “I think we were very generous last time.” “Dazai!” Kunikida scolded him. “You’ve been like this since she got here.” “Because she lied, used us and then was sorry when she got caught.” Dazai grumbled, his eyes had fallen closed at some point. “He’s not wrong.” Ranpo muttered from his almost identical position on the top of the desk at the back of the room. “Enough! Our job is to help people, we’re helping.” Kunikida decided. “Whatever.” Dazai and Ranpo said with varying levels of disinterest.

With no intention of surrendering Hana had gathered everyone at the shrine, Yasuo was there as well, using this as his last attempt to get them to surrender and leave “are you really going to watch all of them die for pride?” Yasuo asked. “We should just surrender.” “Shut up.” Hana ordered as someone entered the clearing outside of the shrine. “He right, you should surrender, I’ve been ordered to kill you all if you don’t.” You informed them, they all lifted their guns turning to you. “Stop.” Yasuo tried to order them but it seemed that one of them seemed to know better and shot at you, you didn’t even flinch as the bullet flew past your cheek leaving a shallow cut before embedding in the tree behind you. You shook your head as you pulled out your knife and activated your ability running at them, some were shaken by the fact that you didn’t even seem a little bit worried about the guns that were pointed at you. You knife found a home in the stomach of the man that had shot at you vest protecting you from the shoots that came from the other members of the cult, you pulled the knife out flipping the grip to easily stab another member in the neck, the three behind you staggered slightly giving you enough time to throw a knife at each of them killing, it wasn’t long before the shrine was filled with blood most of the members dead, there was a small group who hadn’t yet raised a hand in attack and she looked at them. “Will you come back to the port mafia and hide out with me?” She asked, the all nodded dropping their guns, she turned when one of them stayed standing. “I won’t go with you.” He said. “Who are you?” You asked. “Yasuo.” He answered. “I’m sorry for your brother’s death, I’m sure you know who killed him by now.” You said softly as shock showed on his face. “You should leave, it’s only going to get more dangerous around here, that being said I’m sure if you stayed the ADA would help you. You’ll be fine probably” You shrugged when he didn’t seem to take comfort in your words and instead ordered those who had decided to join you to follow you back to the base meeting with Gin on the way to make sure that everyone behaved.

“We’re too late.” Hibiki muttered. “That we are.” Dazai nodded as he looked at the bodies moving some of them to get a look at the wounds and where they were. “How many people did they need to do this?” Atsushi asked. “One.” Dazai answered. “W-what?” Atsushi asked. “(Y/N) was the one that killed them.” He said. “How do you know?” Kunikida asked. “The wounds are all made by a knife, and they are all in vital places, none of them suffered.” Dazai explained as he pointed out a few of them on the bodies that were closest to them. All of them caught sight of the man across the room. “Yasuo!” Hibiki called, she ran over to him checking him over for any injuries and found none. “She let you go?” Dazai asked, Yasuo nodded and Dazai frowned. This was the first time that he had heard of you sparing someone that Mori had told you to kill, there had to be a reason for that. Hibiki’s mum sat at the train station, she missed her daughter and assumed that she’s be able to find her wherever she had been sent and all she had to do was look. “Can I sit here?” Someone asked, she looked up and saw that it was a woman with dark hair in two buns and a traditional kimono on, she nodded and the woman sat next to her. “Who’s that?” “She’s my daughter.” She answered. “What’s her name?” The woman asked, “Hibiki.” She answered. “You know I think I’ve seen her around the building that I work at, maybe I can help you find her,” The woman suggested, being a cult leader Hibiki’s mum was cautious of the woman in front of her. “I wasn’t sure when I saw the picture but I’ve definitely heard that name, she started a few weeks ago.” Hibiki’s mum looked at her and stood, if she knew where Hibiki was then she had no choice however something caught her eyes. There were people waiting behind the woman, they were quite far from her but they were watching, this had to be a trap. “Who are you really?” Hibiki’s mum asked. “What?” The woman asked. “You're not trying to help me, who are you?” She asked. “Damn! I really thought that was going to work…Oh well, he just said that I had to kill you.” The woman shrugged, “My name is Koyo.” “The mafia.” She mumbled before pulling out a small poison as a bomb, she threw it towards Koyo who recognised the smell and disappeared away from her and she decided that she needed to leave before backup came looking she’d have to find another way to find Hibiki.

Yasuo had just finished explaining everything that happened before they had got there, the story had not changed Hibiki’s view on you and Kunikida was pretty much unchanged, however Dazai was becoming more and more confused by the second “she took hostages?” Dazai asked and the man nodded. “There were a few people that didn’t fight, she took them with her, I was the only one that told her no after seeing what she had done, so she left me here, she said that she was sorry for my brother’s death and then she said that I should know who killed him by now.” He explained. “Do you know who killed your brother?” Dazai asked. “Hibiki what happened to him?” Yasuo asked. “What?” Hibiki asked. “What happened to him?” He asked again. “You know, you lied to us and that doesn’t matter, but if your going to tell the truth then now would be the time to do it.” Dazai suggested and she looked at Yasuo. “I.. I killed him.” Hibiki answered. “W-what?” Yasuo asked, tears running down his face as he stepped back away from her, Atsushi coming to balance him when he tripped slightly, he seemed to be saying something but it didn’t seem to register to Yasuo “What would you do that!? He was my brother, what reason would you have to kill him!?” “Yasuo please calm down.” Hibiki pleaded. “Calm down! I thought that he was alive somewhere for so ong and then in the end it turned out that he wasn’t, that he was dead and that the only other person that I thought might be worth saving in this place killed him!” Yasuo looked like he had something else to say however he seemed to pale considerably and then passed out. Atsushi caught him easily and gently lowered him to the floor. “He’s exhausted.” Atsushi mumbled “that was a lot to find out in one go.” “Can we save the others?” Hibiki asked, her eyes travelled to Kunikida however upon hearing what she had admitted she could tell that something had changed. “I dion’t know, she doesn’t usually take hostages like this, there has to be a plan one that we aren’t seeing, let’s just get back we’ll need the others if we decide to do anything anyway.” Dazai explained before telling Atsushi to pick up the passed out man and start walking.

You had just gotten back, ordering one of your subordinates to get the cult members settled, you were heading off to take a bath only stopping when you saw Chuya in front of the medical bay. “Are you okay?” You asked as you walked over, relieved when you saw no wounds. “Koyo, she was poisoned by the cult leader.” Chuya answered. “What?” You asked. “Is she going to be okay?” “We don’t know yet.” Chuya answered. “I can finish her mission, I’m the only person that could withstand the poison, I can hunt her down and bring her back here,” You suggested. “Fine.” Chuya answered with a nod. “I need you to do one favour for me.” You said and he nodded. “Look after the cult members while I’m gone.” “Cult members?” He asked. “Mmm, from my mission.” You answered without explaining any further, instead disappearing to start your search for the cult leader or an antidote for the poison, Chuya was too close to Koyo. You didn’t want to think about what would happen if he lost her too.

2 months later. The ADA had been looked for the cult leader, Hibiki’s mum for 2 months, Yasuo had woken up after 2 days of treatment and had been avoiding Hibiki since then. Hibiki had been trying to talk to him for the past couple of days, she had managed to corner him in the ADA building, “Yasuo can I talk to you?” Hibiki asked. “I don’t have anything that I need to talk to you about.” He said, he didn’t even turn to her. “Then can you listen to what I have to say?” She took the silence that followed as confirmation that he could continue. “Look I’m sorry that I killed him, I never wanted to do that but I couldn’t go back. I just… I needed to get away from everything, you agreed that what they were doing was wrong that's why you called me 2 months ago right?” “You're right that what they were doing was wrong, that’s why we’re both here but that doesn’t mean that I’m not going to be angry for you killing him and the truth is I don’t know if it will ever be the same but I just need time.” He finally said as he continued with whatever he was doing. Hibiki took a deep breath. It wasn't complete forgiveness but it was a start. Hibiki walked into the main office and turned to Dazai “you knew the girl that took the other members right?” “I did, what does it matter to you?” Dazai asked, leaning against his bandaged fist a teasing smirk on his face. “Save them.” She ordered. “I can’t do that.” He answered. “Please!” Hibiki would have launched into a long speech about everything that she could do for him if he did this one favour, however Kunikida came into the room from the Boss’s office. “New mission?” Dazai asked. “I’m going to arrest the leader.” Kunikida answered “we’ve managed to track her down.” “I want to go with you.” Habiki said. “No, it's too dangerous.” Kunikida answered, she knew that things were different between them, however he never stopped looking out for her. “You can’t fight.” “I know I can’t fight but I might be the only person that she will listen to, you have to take me with you.” Hibiki said, Kunikida looked at Dazai who shrugged completely disinterested in the conversation.

Everything had gone wrong, nothing worked and now she was sitting in an abandoned building with no cult members left, her daughter missing and no plan to avoid the Port Mafia, the group that she had been warned about long before she started her little experiment. She should have known that this would happen, now she doesn’t even know if Hibiki will ever forgive her. “Were you trying to protect your daughter?” The voice made her jump up from where she was sitting and turned to face the person that it belonged to, her eyes widening as she realised who it was. “Why aren’t you dead, you were supposed to be poisoned!” She said as she looked at you. “You shouldn’t have chosen poison if you really wanted me dead, but that’s not why I’m here, you know I’ve been ordered to kill you, you really shouldn’t have gone after someone that we all respect so much.” If she was honest she had no idea what you was talking about and it must have shown on her face “The woman that you poisoned at the station.” “Stay back!” She ordered. “Do you have a message that you want me to pass on to Hibiki?” You asked, stepping forward and in response she slapped you across the face, her hand connected with your cheek and the sound resonated through the open pace however you just sighed before taking out your knife ready for a fight. “Wait!” A male voice yelled. “Oh you.” You grumbled as you glanced towards the entrance of the abandoned building, eyes landing on the blonde hair male and Hibiki. “Now what could you possibly be doing here?” “We’re here to arrest her.” The man answered. “I’m here to kill her.” You informed him. “Is murder the only thing that you know how to do?” Hibiki asked. “It’s the only thing that I’m asked to do.” You answered with a shrug. “She’s killed others from Yokohama, why not let me kill her, an eye for an eye.” “That’s not justice. You think that because he told you to do it that it is out of your control but it’s not, you can choose not to, you can always choose..” The man answered and you looked at him. “No that’s not your justice, there’s a difference, I’d be happy to kill everyone that wronged me and call it justice.” The man gritted his teeth in response to your statement before he materialised a gun from his notebook, carefully putting himself between Hibiki and you. Your movement was quick as you seemed to disappear and reappear closer to him, you leg lifted in an action to kick down, the man blocked you before hitting you with the butt of the gun, you grunted as you activated your ability before moving your knife in an arch to stab the man in the throat. “Kunikida!” Hibiki yelled, her mother’s eyes shifting to her for a second before going back to the fight where the man had dodged the hit while still being a physical barrier between Hibiki and danger. You grit your teeth before Kunikida punched you sending you flying, you were quick to recover lashing out and punching him, he staggered back, you were about to attack again when movement from both Hibiki and the leader caused you to stop in that moment gave Hibiki all the chance that she needed using her ability, yours countered hers and kept you in place but her mother went flying but not without dropping a poison bomb.

You were still pinned by Hibiki’s voice as Kunikida moved towards you, he shot at you a few times before realising that it was doing nothing, he moved forward quickly kicking you and knocking you through the flimsy wall behind you. You grit your teeth as you hear the sirens. “God damn it! I wish I could fly.” You mumbled as you pushed yourself up and moved in a different direction to avoid the police. When you got back to the hideout you knew that something was off and when you found Chuya he was angry. “What happened?” You asked. “Dazai, he came looking for those hostages and as usual he talked his way out of a problem, but I didn’t realise that the weretiger was with him, he was the one that got to the hostages, they took them.” Chuya explained. “Well, they managed to get the leader too, I was about to kill her when that do-gooder, Kunikida showed up.” You explained. “I’ll get her though, it’s only a matter of time, especially if they’re handing her over to the police.”

The police arrested the cult leader immediately, it only took a couple of days of questioning for them to find the rest of the cult members, Hibiki and Yasuo innocent of any crimes associated with the cult. Hibiki then decided to take the rest of the group to somewhere safe to create a group to help people, rather than hurt them and as a thank you to the ADA they informed them that if they ever needed help with anything that they would be there “we’ve all decided that if you ever need any help that we will be there, just call us.” She promised. “So you’ll be leaving Yokohama?” Kunikida asked. “We have to, the only way to make a fresh start is away from here.” Hibiki explained “but you’ll have no problem getting a hold of me if you need me, I promise.” “Take care of yourself.” Kunikida said and she nodded with a smile. “And you.” She said.

You sighed from your place in the hospital bed, Akutagawa was next to you and you had been in the middle of a conversation “are you ever going to remove all that makeup?” Akutagaea asked. “I have to look beautiful all the time.” You shrugged, Akutagawa rolled his eyes and you smiled “I’m joking.” “Why aren’t I strong enough?” He suddenly asked. “Well you rely on your ability a lot, it’s strong but you need to have other tricks, you have to, people will learn how to dodge your attacks if they are always the same.” You explained and he glared “I’m not saying you're weak but did Dazai teach you anything apart from cutting everything apart, you know something other than Rashomon?” You asked. “You know when I was younger, I managed to use the soup they were giving me in a prison cell to rush a chain and escape.” “You… What?” He asked. “Yeah… Took longer than I wanted but it worked.” You smiled before he could say anything more, the door opened and you looked over to see Chuya, you smiled and just as quickly you winced as Higuchi pushed past him to get to Akatagawa, you both madea face of reluctance when you realised how many people would be in the room.. “Ohh did that kill you little man?” Tachihara asked and Gin helped him up off the floor, your attention moved to Higuchi as a slew of worried questions flew from her mouth until Akutagawa told her to be quiet. “What the hell is wrong with you!?” Chuya asked. “Chuya? You're here?” She asked, it was then that you realised that she never saw Chuya on the way, she was too worried about Akutagawa. Chuya grit his teeth before turning his attention to you. “You should eat.” Chuya told both of you before holding out a bento box for each of you. “You aren’t going to heal if you don’t eat properly.” At the first sign of protest Chuya pushed the boxes forward and insisted that you both eat. “Chuya be careful Akutagawa is hurt.” Higuchi said. “Yes not he can be as rough as he wants to be with me though.” You joked and Higuchi blushed as you took the food from Chuya realising that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, you just ate. “How are you feeling?” Chuya asked. “Better, I just never want to see Kunikida again.” You informed him. “Huh?” He asked. “He’s just… Infuriating and he threw me through a wall, that was insulting.” You informed him, Chuya allowed a small smirk to stretch across his face as he realised that he was one of the rare people that got under your skin. “How is Koyo?” “She’s better now, she actually sent me here to make sure that you were taking care of yourself.” Chuya explained. “Oh really?” You asked, your eyes cast down before changing the subject. “Are you better now?” “I’m fine, I was never hurt.” Chuya said. “No but you were worried.. Are you better now?” You asked. “I’m better now.” He nodded, not saying anymore and you didn’t ask especially with all of the others around, you attention was drawn to them as Higuchi started crying and begging Akutagawa not to die as they others attempted to get her to leave, eventually Chuya got up as well to help them get her out as they all saw Akutagawa getting angrier. You thought over everything that had happened about Dazai taking the other hostages, you didn’t think that there was anyone that he’d have mercy on, though seeing him with other friends did make you happy even if one of them was Kunikida. Even the thought of him made you angry again so you just hoped that you wouldn’t have to meet him again.

Across the city Dazai was sitting in the office with Atsushi “so that girl that you knew, were you more than just friends?” You asked. “What? No, she was too creepy for me, not to mention that she wanted her death to be the most painful thing that ever happened to her, she’s the complete opposite to me. We were just friends.” Dazai answered. “Are you still friends?” Atsushi asked. “I don’t know… I don’t consider her an enemy but it’s up to her whether we’re still friends.” Dazai answered with a shrug as he looked out the window.

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[jestersnonsense]

HM Headcanon Sheet: Ezra Beane (The Skeleton Hitchhiker)

Here's the list of headcanons I have for my interpretation of Ezra from the Haunted Mansion. Initially, this was intended to be posted alongside my reference art for him, but after seeing how long it is, I decided to make it into two separate posts.

Headcanons Below!

General Headcanons:

Generally speaking, Ezra is a self-centered, staunchly independent person. He loves doing his own thing and hates being told what to do.

But with that said, Ezra, Phineas, and Gus are ride-or-die friends. You mess with one of them, you mess with all of them.

Ezra acts as sort of the de-facto leader of the hitchhiker trio. He's not the smartest (that title belongs to Phineas) nor is he the most physically capable or resourceful (that would be Gus). But Ezra is usually the one with ideas and a preference for which direction to go, hence why he takes more of a "leader" type role. This was their dynamic in life and it continues to be so in death.

I also headcanon Ezra as the type to be very impulsive. He's very much a "act first, ask questions later" type of person. A lot of times, he acts without thinking about consequences or how his actions would affect others. It has definitely come back to bite him more times than he can count.

Ezra is the tallest character in the main cast, taller than even the Ghost Host!

I headcanon Gus as mute, so both Phineas and Ezra learned sign language in order to communicate with him better. Gus taught them both while they were still alive. Ezra admittedly had a harder time with it than Phineas did.

Sometimes, Ezra, Phineas, and Gus would sign secret messages to each other when they don't want others eavesdropping on them.

Ezra likes to brag about how attractive he is. He thinks of himself as "the hot one" both between himself and Hatty and between himself and the other two hitchhikers. In reality, Ezra's just kind of average. Phineas and Gus let him toot his horn all he wants.

In Life:

He was born "Ezra Beane Hatter", the younger brother of Alister Beane Hatter (who would later become the Hatbox Ghost).

Ezra's mother died after giving birth to Ezra, so Alister and Ezra ended up being raised by their father.

Their father was very strict with them, which Ezra didn't care for. A lot of times, he would run off to go do whatever he wanted (When he was younger, that meant sneaking to a friend's house to go play. When he got older, it meant going to bars.). Every time Ezra would run off though, he would get caught by someone who would bring him right back to dear ol' dad.

Ezra did get punished a lot for this, but that didn't stop him. Eventually, his dad gave up on him and the brunt of the responsibility was given to Alister.

When their father died, Alister was left to take over the family hat shop. Ezra, who had no interest in helping run the family business, used this opportunity to run away from home one final time. He never said a word about it to his brother. He simply left town and was never seen again.

From this point forward, my hcs for Ezra are basically just a modified version of Ghost Gallery!Ezra

He hitchhiked from place to place, never really staying in one area for too long.

I should note that at this point, he's stopped using his original surname and just goes by "Ezra Beane"

He's been in and out of jail for various petty crimes.

And it was in one of these jail cells where he met Phineas and Gus, his cellmates (and soon to be best mates!)

It was while they were in jail together that Gus taught Phineas and Ezra sign language.

The three of them broke out of jail together and once again hitched their way out of town.

The way they broke out of jail is pretty much the same as in Ghost Gallery, in which Ezra fasts for period of time, slides out between the bars, snags the keys, and he and his buddies are home free.

Ezra, Phineas, and Gus traveled together as a trio for quite some time, but towards the end of their lives they got separated.

Gus went off on his own, while Ezra and Phineas went to a carnival.

And it was at this carnival where Ezra would soon meet his end.

Ezra fell head-over-heels in love with one of the carnival performers. She was a big, beautiful, headstrong woman, and the two of them bonded over having both run away from home to escape unwanted responsibility.

Unfortunately, I can't talk about how I think Ezra died without getting into suggestive territory (and I want to keep this post sfw so that everyone can read it). But let's just say his carnival sweetheart accidentally killed him.

His ghost would tell you it was totally worth it though.

In Death:

After his untimely death, Ezra received a personal summons to the mansion, courtesy of Madame Leota.

The invitation turned out to be on behalf of Gus, and Phineas is there too!

With the trio of besties in life now reunited in death, they spend their days in the afterlife playing pranks and causing mischief around the mansion (much to the chagrin of the other residents)

The three hitchhikers are basically inseparable. Sure, they might follow different mortals home. But after their respective adventures are over, they always come back together and share stories.

Also they totally go on all of the other park rides together after hours. Ezra's favorites are Splash Mountain and Thunder Mountain.

All three hitchhikers like to collect souvenirs from the various mortals they follow home. They also like to collect merch of themselves. Their various hoards are scattered in hidden places around the mansion.

The hitchhikers also get really excited whenever they get a chance to do meet-and-greets or join the parades. For the parades, they always make sure to position themselves so that Gus has the best view from the float. 

Ezra is admittedly not great with kids, but he tries! That said, I feel like he's the type of person to teach children curse words because he thinks it would be funny.

Interestingly, Ezra and Hatty did not run into each other when Hatty first moved into the mansion. The brothers only learned they lived in the mansion together after Hatty's return in 2015. Cue Spiderman pointing meme here.

Neither of them were happy to see each other at first, especially Hatty. In his view, Ezra running away from home after their father died was Ezra abandoning him. After the two of them talked things through they, they eventually agreed to let bygones be bygones.

The brothers still neg each other on a regular basis though, as any sibling would.

Ezra's favorite song post-mortem is Queen's "Fat Bottomed Girls". You can probably guess why.

Ezra is very jealous of the fact that Gus gets to keep all his hair post-mortem. The fact that Ezra is balding in his ghost form took a blow to his ego. He likes to conveniently forget that he already had a bit of a receding hairline going when he was alive.

Low-key still pining after the carnival woman that (accidentally) killed him though. It's rare that he would ever admit it. But in Ezra's mind, she was the best he ever had. He just wishes he had the chance to tell her and say a proper goodbye. 10/10 would do the same thing with her again if he had the chance.

#haunted mansion #hitchhiking ghosts #ezra the skeleton #ezra beane #the haunted mansion #disney #headcanons #text post #hm headcanons #jesters ramblings

[leggerefiore]

Spiders molt. Laying on their backs and crawling out.

Spiders can also get stuck in their molts

What I’m saying is drider Emmet gets stuck and his s/o get some warm water and a rag to dampen the parts he’s stuck at and helping him out.

Extreme vulnerability.

Perfect mating gesture-

- noodle

sadly you're actually not supposed to help a tarantula molt most of the time because their bodies are super weak post-molt for around a week. the best they could do is a wet paintbrush lightly, i feel like a rag is too much pressure. Emmet just appreciates the company.

So it's more:

“D-do you need help?” you asked him. Emmet gave you a horrified look and shook his head. A memory from youth of Ingo trying to free him from his molt because he had been screaming from the odd new sensation. Losing a few organs wasn't a pleasant experience, not matter your age, and your brother watching you in pure terror is quite haunting. “Touch me and there is a high chance you will kill me,” he smiles, fully aware of how precious is situation is, “Give me time. Or somehow raise the humidity. Best choices.” You nodded. Was there a humidifier anywhere close that you could get? “Darling, I'll live longer than you think like this,” he reassured, “You can go out to grab whatever you're thinking about. I may even be out by the time you get back.” You gazed at him for a moment. An argument was swallowed with the knowledge that he knew his own body better than you.

“Are you safe to be left on your own?” you asked, concerned about the other creatures in the cave. Emmet snorted. “No, I only have a completely deserted area around my den by chance,” he seemed to have picked up on Ingo's sarcasm, “Yes, I'm fine. Now go. Get whatever you need.” You nodded and left.

By the time you returned to the den, Emmet had seemingly escaped more of his molt. The webbing underneath his was creased by his clear struggles. How often did he do this? You shuddered. The humidifier was plugged into the power strip you brought (which was connected to a generator which a few Joltiks had to be begrudgingly removed from). Turning it on, you stared at him once more. “Is there not anything more I can do?” you asked, desperately wanting to help the hybrid. He shook his head. “Nope! Too dangerous,” he responded with a sigh, “If I stop talking I am removing my lower lungs.” Your eyes shot wide. “I get new lungs each molt.” That didn't make it seem any less terrifying. This observation of his molt continued at a faster rate thanks to the help of the humidifier. He sighed when he was finally free of the old exoskeleton. “You still can't touch me,” he frowned, “I'd give it a week for safety. Thank you for staying with me! I get verrrry lonely during these sometimes. The humidity really helped, too.”

You decided you hated his molting, even if his fur looked brighter and healthier.

#emmet.ima #pokehybrid au #friend and i read about tarantula molting a lot and felt like emmet just wouldnt accept help really #also thinking about joltik babies first molts and s/o being restrained because they're crying #and also no spider tummy post molt alas

[saltv2]

That makes sense! I was thinking some of it had to be inspired off of the Palestinan struggle as well as other similar struggles for freedom. but the point still stands even if it was a search for freedom, because really the queer community is only looking for freedom, although nowhere near the same as people who are actively oppressed for where they were born, by a group that has their heads so far up their ass they can't see their own flaws in their logic while they murder children. I feel very strongly about this. mm.

I do have gotta say this though, if you plan on making the sub-zone as a metaphor for the search for freedom and the minority, you probably need to make sure that it's PROPERLY done. I've seen so many sci-fi dystopian stories with suppressed groups that end up always the same- liberation due to one person's/one groups efforts.

I am begging you to not let nerika win oh my god I hope she girl-fails so bad. Not because I don't believe it can happen (I hope desperately it can happen. I really do. And I KNOW it can happen, but it cannot under the conditions you have set.), but it's obvious it's a deep social issue rather than the entire sub-zone hates the big city kinda deal. They cannot liberate themselves if they cannot unify. Nerika, by fighting gangs and making herself a local danger to society, is only worsening the issue.

(don't spoil your story because I'm being pissy btw, just wanted to throw my opinion out.)

Also, does outside cities gaf about SubZones issues? What is the size of the SubZone, and how is it split itself? I know this might be answered in the comic but it's good to note that the two area map isn't realistic at all- each will have little SubZones of their own, areas controlled by gangs and areas more controlled.

Not everyone in the SubZone is gonna be miserable, and not everyone in nerom (cannot spell lmao) is gonna be living the life. There are no black and white. There is only grayscale.

Sorry if this got a bit ranty but there's some questions sprinkled in here. I have a lot to say but I'm hoping this ends up as good as it's promising to be, it's a neat concept and has a lot going for it. But it's also easily fucked up. Dystopias are difficult as FUCK. Ig if you'd like recommendations of what id personally consider well done and realistic dystopias, it's gotta be Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, 1984 by George Orwell, and Brave New World by Aldous Huxley (warning on all of these btw these are WILD. And all of them are men leads but hhhh it's hard to find good ones with woman leads bc of the 2000's YA novel phase unfortunately. And I'm a whole ass dude dawg. Also these are old as fuck.) none of these fit the "vibe" of DaD (these are about individual freedom, what a human is really capable of, and how humanity prefers comfort over reality, but hey, examples are always good.)

Thank you for the recommendations!!! I was actually looking for things that could set an example and stuff i could learn from!

But yeah, I won’t spoil the story but i assure you, a victory because of 1 person will not be an issue.

Nerika’s actions will haunt her in some way, that’s literally why alaria exists. And that’s why winfrey and amelia exist.

Outside cities are not entirely aware unless they’re in partnership with Neom in conducting the experiments, the SubZone is disguised as basically a glorified shelter. I guess the best way to put it, do you know the fake town made for people with dementia? The SubZone was made to look like that, but the Size of texas.

And yes the “little SubZones” statement is in fact true, there are areas controlled by certain people.

And that’s correct, not everyone is miserable in the SubZone, and not everyone in Neom is happy.

Anyway thanks for the rant, i’m more than open to more of this or criticism in general

[paigenoelchas-blog]

Feels Like Home

14: Double Date

It has been a month since the incident. During that time, the air has cooled a bit filling the world with a crisp feeling of autumn. The sky is bluer, and the leaves are changing colors as if the creator himself has taken out his paintbrush and colored the Earth. The owls hoot their music at night and the sun peeks out its glorious head in the morning. People are friendlier, and love fills the air.

I am, for once, blissfully happy and, for once I am not going to overanalyze our relationship. Jake and I are in love and he is free. We now get to live in that freedom. It is more than I could have dreamed of.

We haven't spent all of our time together. He has been true to his word. We have called and texted every day. We take walks over the phone, talking while we walk. It may seem odd, but we are getting to know each other better. Jake has coffee delivered to my door every morning without fail. I made him a running playlist he swears he listens to it every morning.

We didn't go out for a couple of weeks after the incident. It took a while for him to heal. He said the bruising wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. I think he's was hiding out until he looked a little better. He finally asked me out on a real date and it was lovely. We went to the movies. It was a horror film. I hate those things, but I like cuddling up next to him in the theater when I am scared. I think he likes it too.

Life got busy, with with his job and with mine. We haven't been able to enjoy each other's presence for a while, but we have plans today. I can not wait.

We are going to our town's autumn festival. It is a big event. The whole town turns up. We drink pumpkin-flavored coffee, eat pumpkin-flavored desserts, and shop at craft booths. There are always events happening like three-legged races, a petting farm, and a turkey race. The fair includes all of the fun family things that I want to do with my kids when I have some of my own. It will be fun to see Jake in this environment, him being a former hacker and all.

At night, the fair boasts several adult only activities. The town has a pumpkin cider that is local to the area which is served in the arena where there is also a live band with a dance floor. The town offers moonlit hayrides for the adults. Even though it is only September, they also let things get a little spooky. People dress as monsters and try to scare the attendees and the decorations take on an eerie glow, but my favorite thing, the thing I have never been able to do, is the haunted house. I hate to be scared, but I have Jake and I trust him. He promises that he will hold my hand and never let go. I am glad that I can trust that and trust him.

I love my life of firsts with him. There are many firsts in general and there are many firsts that we haven't done with each other. We will get to those later, but tonight we get to share a first. It is his first haunted house too.

He is about to pick me up in his fancy car. I check in the mirror one last time. I am wearing my hair in two twin braids landing in the middle of my back. My sweater is a deep navy and my jeans fit perfectly. I zip up my tall boots and am ready, finally ready, to meet him. This is the first time that I have been able to be excited about hanging out with him, the first time I have gotten dressed wondering if he will like what I am wearing. I'm oddly nervous. I begin to question my hair and my sweater. I put on an extra coat of lipgloss and grab my orange peacoat when my phone dings with a message.

Jake: Hey Mahri, a quick question...

Jake: ok, two quick questions.

Mahri: Ask away.

Jake: First, is it too soon for pet names?

Mahri: As long as you don't call me sweet cheeks or muffin.

Jake: ok, I'll save those for later. ;)

Mahri: 😉 ...the second question?

Jake: Well, Betty called me and I told her what we were doing and she wondered if she and Phil could meet us there?

Mahri: Are you going to be fine hanging out with Phil?

Jake: He won't be flirting with you. He is with Betty and Betty likes him, so...

Mahri: This should be interesting. Of course, Betty is always welcome and I think Phil is great.

Jake: I promise we will still have our time together.

Mahri: I'm counting on it.

Jake: I'll be there in five minutes, Three if I am unencumbered by traffic.

Mahri: Drive safe.

Jake: Always, Dear. Do we Like dear?

Mahri: Eh, it could be worse but it could be a lot better. Put down the phone and get over here.

He arrives in 2.5 minutes. Yes, it is too fast, but part of me doesn't mind. I have been so anxious. As I watch him walk up the drive, I can tell he is also nervous. He is taking too long to get to me so I run out the door to meet him.

As our bodies approach each other, he takes me into his arms and wraps me tightly in his embrace. I return the hug.

"Hello, Lamb." He smiles and winks. I grimace.

"Nope, Lamb won't work."

"Noted. You look incredible." He sweeps a loose hair off of my face. Why do my knees get weak every time he does that?

I pull back to examine him. "And you, sir, have healed quite nicely" I wink and he blushes.

"Shall we?" He asks holding out his arm for me to grab onto.

"Very gallant," I say.

"I am nothing if not a gentleman, m'lady." He smiles and chuckles under his breath as he holds the car door open for me. He is wearing a blue button-up shirt that brings out the color in those gorgeous eyes of his, and his jeans fit just right.

Upon his entering the car, he adjusts the radio, checks in his rear view mirror, and fidgets with the heater.

"Are you cold, or too hot? Do you want to change the music? Is the seat comfortable?"

I grab his hand next to mine. "Jake, I am fine. I will ask you if I need something. Take a deep breath."

He does.

"I just want today to be great. I want to have fun and just be together," he confesses.

"Then let's do that. I want to be with you. I want to have fun with you. You don't have to impress me. I am already impressed. You don't have to woo me. I have already been wooed, remember?" I retort.

"All right, let's go, darling.." he smiles and kisses the back of my hand before I can respond. "That one even sounds creepy to me."

We drive the rest of the way in idle banter and careless flirting. Out the window, I see leaves dancing in the wind. Today is about fun with Jake and now with Betty and Phil. I had almost forgotten. I hope the boys can control themselves.

He pulls into the parking lot and takes out his phone quickly texting someone. Then, he throws his phone in the glove compartment and locks it.

"Enough of that for today. I just had to text Betty so she would know where to meet us. You now have my undivided attention for the entire festival."

I smile. "No phone for a whole day? I feel special."

"You are special and should be treated as such." He states, matter of factly.

I grab his arm and slide my hand down until our hands meet and our fingers intertwine. The warmth is incredible. He raises our hands over his head until his arm lies over my shoulder. I am tucked up next to his side. Comforted. Loved. Happy.

There are a lot of people here. I notice Jake grab my hand a little tighter. "Are you ok?" I ask him.

"Yes. I will be fine. I haven't been around a lot of people in the last five years." He admits with a shy expression.

"We can go..."

"NO! We can not. I need to do this and I am calmer with you. I feel stronger when you are with me." He kisses the side of my head and nods as he meets my eyes. I know he means it.

"If you change your mind, I will hang out with you anywhere, we can leave at any time," I assure him.

" I won't. If I get anxious I will just look into your eyes. That calms me. Besides I have three firsts to cross off of my list today."

"Oh right, the list," I remembered. I had asked him to make a list of things that he wanted to do for the first time and we decided that we would do them together.

"What are today's three?" I asked.

"First autumn festival, first candy apple, and the third, you know, is my first haunted house."

"You are gonna be so scared," I tease.

"I'm more worried about having to carry you out," He retorts.

"I am a strong, brave woman who can handle all manner of monsters." I hold my arms up in weightlifting pose to show my nonexistent muscles.

"You're cute for thinking that. Luckily, I have fought many a monster and will put my training to good use for you." He bumps his hip against mine playfully.

"Chivalry isn't dead." I say and step on my toes to kiss his cheek.

We make it to the ticket booth and Betty and Phil are already there. Betty looks completely different from the last time I saw her. Today, she is wearing a motorcycle jacket with some of the tightest pants I have ever seen. She is in heels and stands just a little taller than Phil. Her tank is cut a little too low, but as usual, she still looks classy. Her hair is wavy and rests just below her ears. Phil is leaning against the wall wearing a white t-shirt and black leather pants. Maybe he brushed his hair this morning. Somehow, he still looks sexy. For once, Phil looks a little intimidated, but a smile creeps across his face as he laughs at something she said.

We reach the couple. Betty hands out hugs and Phil waits.

"Phil, good to see you," I call out and walk toward him.

"What's up gorgeous?" He says with a sly smile, "How are we gonna work this out without Jake killing me?"

"Simple," I say. "Don't flirt with me and be good to Betty."

"That can be done. I like her. She's bossy. And she's prettier than I am." He grins when he speaks of her.

"She's an upgrade if you ask me," I say and wink.

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Jake's POV:

"I know you two have a past and I need you to be chill. I really like him." Betty says, leaning in so Phil doesn't hear them.

"Betty, I will do my best." I reply.

"Jakey, you will do as I say," she pauses, "Now, I love you, so I better see some romance tonight. That woman needs to see that she is adored," Betty commands.

"I'm just afraid to ruin it. I don't want to push her." I look down and realize just how scared I am to mess it all up.

"Suck it up and be a man," Betty is firm. "Just have a good night. Enjoy the love you two share. Don't talk about babies and your eternal lives that are intertwined. Ugh. You have to stop worrying so much. If she tells you no, then stop."

I sigh. "Ok. I will." I feel much better as Betty gives me the confidence to push things just a little.

I raise my eyes to Betty and look at her outfit up and down.

"Your dad let you leave the house like that? If Phil touches you I will..."

"Congratulate him for his excellent taste in women." Betty interrupts and watches my face for acceptance.

"Yes ma'am," I say with a smile.

Betty turns and leaves, grabbing Mahri's arm as they walk toward a coffee booth.

"Where are we going after this?" Betty asks as they walk ahead leaving the men to follow.

Jake looks at Phil and grits his teeth. "Hello, Phillip," he manages to squeeze out.

"Hello, Mr. Punching Bag," Phil says with a smirk.

It is going to be an interesting day indeed.

#duskwood fandom #duskwood jake #duskwood everbyte #jake x mc #everbyte duskwood #jake duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood #everbyte studio #everbyte #duskwood episode 10

[younganonymus]

29,30,31,32

3, 5, 6, 7, 11, 12, 25, 29, 30, 31, 32, 46, 72, 78, 90, 91?

3, One activity I hate: being around my father, "talking" with him.

5, Disgusting meal: everything with spinach or cooked vegetables in general. I prefer fruits and vegetables raw much more.

6, idols of mine: Jackie Chan, Vin Diesel as real life people

7, person I really hate: my father, one ex-girlfriend

11: Afraid of might not be the correct word for it, but I do not like ants. They are chill as long as they stay away from me. 0,0

12, people I hate: stubborn, narcotic, self-loving or overly self-esteemed people. Like no matter how much you scientifically know and proof them wrong, they do not care about you or your opinion. You may have spent your whole life doing nothing but this one thing and they still tell you you have no idea.

25, dances I know or want to know: by far I am not an expert, but I enjoy Tango, Salsa, line dance and classic (like Waltzer for example). And of course would love to have real lessons in it!!! (Hopefully not alone though…)

29, good childhood memory: camping iutside, getting awake by the warmth of sunlight on your face, staying up late near a camp fire, … I would love to have more of these…

30, happy with my life: HAHAHAHAHA, ABSOLUTELY not!!!!! I literally tried to end it last weekend and still somehow made it through the night, not walking straight or even in a line for two days.

31, something I regret/wish I had done different: Punching that knife through my throat/Shutting of my phone on new year’s eve from 2017 tp 2018. Literally ten seconds would have made a BIG difference, but nope, here I still am… -_-

32, seven years ago did I picture my life being like this: i did not really thought it would be that bad, but I am also not surprised. So yes, I knew my life would be shitty, but damn was I a fool…

33, from now in seven years: HOPEFULLY, hopefully dead long ago, or but more unrealistic, finally settled in life. (solid work, good/enough income, happy wife, happy kids, …)

34, yes, I am thankful for pretty every experience I made. Of course some painful less would not be bad but after all those are the moments that form us the most. How could we be thankful for food on our plate if not knowing what hunger feels like?

35, any ability to gain and one to tribute: reading minds would help a LOT but simultaneously would be manipulative, so I would love to be able to fly and give up the ability to speak, if that’s what it takes. (Just imagine the wonderful sceneries you can gasp on above or amongst the clouds, how many wonderful sunrises you could see above water, how beautiful the night sky is in different countries, …)

36, bad habit of mine: never shutting up. Too many times I have unwillingly told sad stories of mine just to avoid that awkward silence…

40, The movie “The haunted mansion” with Eddie Murphy left quite a mark on me, even though it is a good movie.

41, movie scenes with reflections in a dark setting, like in “The haunted mansion”, where a character looks up in a mirror and sees himself as a bloody, dead self or some other evil creatures.

42, childish behaviour of mine: the urge to try out playgrounds when passing by or balancing on small edges whenever possible.

46, I am ABSOLUTELY an animal person!!! I do not care what you think of me (as long as I don’t know you) as long as I can play with that big doggo or play around with that kitty or watch those bunnies hop around and around.

54, at school I was the one being joked about and untaken from primary school to the finals. (Although the last two years were much less bullying and outcasting.)

55, I do NOT like my hometown at all! Sure, it’s good living here and you get everywhere easily, but I prefer rural areas much more than metropolitan.

61, stand-alone movies or rows: I rarily watch movies but if, then most of times a whole collection in a row. Like Pirates of the Caribean or Lord of the rings, Star Wars, Hunger games, Rush Hour, … I may not watch one after another instantly, but still try to finish the series in a short time.

62, something afraid of telling a new girlfriend: my weird quirks/faults (which she would find out sooner or later anyway) and my weird kinks. (Nothing harmful but still weird.)

72, am I attractive in some way: Well, to be honest, many people (women and men) told me I have quite a sexy or athletic body, but that’s it I guess. I may be a lot funny, but stupid, open hearted yet mentally broken, caring but ugly, soooo… Maybe I am attractive for just the first glimpse???

78, when is a relationship official: As soon as you kiss one another frequently/regularly. Doesn’t even need to be the mouth, but Gentleman-like on the woman’s hand as a greeting and goodbye is pretty much solid proof one is interested and the other not neglecting.

79, I am absolutely and always honest, so do not mind asking me anything.

80, I HATE the way I look!!! I could be stronger, could be taller, skinnier/thinner, better face, better hair, …

81, three wishes: to finally be dead, (secret) and/or live the dream of my life (happy family of my own, own yard and house, few animals of our oen, …)

82, I ALWAYS wanted to have younger siblings to take care of, which lateron turned into having my own kids, yes.

90, IF that person has time and I KNOW it, I call them most-probably on my way there. But since apparently no one on this planet (amongst my generation and younger) seems to accept calls or even visits, I text people.

91, In my opinion you do not need a certain date or anniversary to celebrate your relationship. If you feel like going on a date together, ligthing the room with candles, prepare a lovely bathroom for her, sending her flowers, then do so! I hate it when people only focus on certain dates! Like why only call me on my birthday if you know I want to see you more often? Why acting like we love our family if we talk bad about each other through the whole year???

#questions #hate my life #hate myself #father #relationship

[youngbloodbuzz]

What are your fav YouTube channels in general? Do you have any recs for those?

oh yea for sure i definitely have some favourites. nuke's top 5 is already one of them I've watched every single video on there lmao but there's also

watched walker and wanderizm - both similar channels of the "walking city tour" genre that I put on to relax. both guys live in london and they go literally all over the place in the city, it's a wonderful way of seeing some place new and hearing life on the streets when you're stuck at home. there's so many channels like this in many cities that i def recommend

ur internet mom ash - reaction videos are also another favourite genre of mine, ash is hilarious and sweet with fantastic editing, I'll never forget her hill house and bly manor reactions

ZZAVID - another reactioner, except he's the gayest latino man on the planet with the dirtiest humour to ever exist. both him and ash truly have the best movies+sleepover vibes. i also frequently rewatch his videos

micarah tewers - how do i even begin to describe micarah...weird homeschool girl who makes "low budget costume/fashion tutorials" i say this in loose terms; she's incredibly talented and so fucking funny but her whole shtick is that her tutorials are very unusual and full of off topic rambling. she has a pet bird that she carries everywhere and once had her wisdom teeth removed and proceeded to film herself crying about the fact that she couldn't keep them and then pierced her own lip with a sewing needle while high as a kite on meds. i love her dearly

jenna marbles - self explanatory. god i miss her

julien - but also like i can't forget about best boi julen, jenna's fiance

unusual videos - unusual memes condescend into compilation videos every week. gr8 for a quick laugh to pass the time

taskmaster - british comedy panel show for free. the entire show. it's a comedic masterpiece of watching comedians perform insane demands

baumgartner restoration - both incredibly relaxing and also informative, long videos of a guy restoring damaged/old paintings

be kind rewind - incredibly fascinating documentaries about old hollywood actresses and films

drawfee - professional artists where they "take dumb ideas and turn them into dumber drawings" like drawing pokemon from memory or drawing disney characters as dark souls bosses

lindsay ellis - popular video essayist who reviewed, discussed, and broke down media to their essentials (unfortunately was run off the internet because the internet is terrible). her game of thrones essays are incredible but her duology of the omegaverse lawsuit is legendary

jenny nicholson - another popular video essayist who talks about and reviews garbage media in both a hilarious deadpan but also intelligent way. her takedown of the dear evan hansen movie is godly and yes i did spend 2.5 hours watching her explain the plot and lore of the vampire diaries

girlfriend reviews - wholesome couple makes videos about "what it's like to live with your boyfriend who plays video games." incredible editing, humour, and popular music with original lyrics, but also i respect them so much for their tlou2 video especially (which they unfortunately but predictably got a lot of hate for)

internet historian - what it says on the tin for the most part, a sorta satirical documentary channel but my god they way they do it is incredible. I've watched their "cost of concordia" video at least three times now and it's still not old at all. they've covered the disaster of fallout 76, no man's sky (which was very enlightening), kony, and a satirical covering of area 51 for april fools which was.....indescribable and a must watch

jacob geller - incredible video essays on various themes in video games like fear of depths and haunted houses, horror oriented

shiey - guy backpacks across europe including riding on top of trains and sleeping on roofs to explore abandoned places. he's gone to chernobyl and free climbs so many high structures and has delved into so many bunkers, it's wild

screened - video essays about movies and their themes, and listing them from specific genres, some movies I've never even heard of

lessons from the screenplay - more video essays breaking down themes and scenes from movies

ok i might of........gone a bit overboard lmao

#asks #anonymous #i hope you enjoy some or even one of these! i watch them all pretty frequently #resource

[mikimeiko]

Day 5 - Rijeka>Trieste>Milan

It's not raining! Still very cloudy white sky but we'll count this as a win XD

I see the rooms manager on my way out. He asks me where I'm off to today and when I tell him that I'm going back to Milan he tells me that he lived there for 16 years! He did speak Italian remarkably well, but still it was a nice coincidence (also he was a very nice man! I wish I asked him his name but alas I'm not good at conversation and I forgot XD)

I have more than two hours before my bus leaves and my backpack is quite heavy, so I alternate walking around with coffee breaks, not a bad way to start the day XD in every café I've been here and in Slovenia they always brought me a big glass of water with my coffee and can I just say: yes. Yes please, can we import this custom? (in most of central/southern Italy they'll give you a small glass of water, which is also nice. In Milan - and most of northern Italy - they give you NO water and it's barbaric, time to move with the rest of Italy and the Balkans Milan!)

Being the person I am I of course go the bus station very early to make sure it exists XD and find my bus stall. Apparently the flixbus buses stop... somewhere around here but not at the stalls of the bus station? D: I hate uncertainty!

I get another coffee nearby, at a lovely café with beautiful yellow chairs, and I see a train go by on the rail crossing I saw on the first day while walking from the station! (It's always strange for me seeing a level crossing inside a city)

I get one last meat burek before I leave and WHY DID I EAT ANYTHING ELSE. I love meat bureks. Food of the gods. I should have eaten way more of them. Now I'm sad that I won't get to eat more meat bureks. I wonder if they have burek in Trieste. (Also. Also. Why is there no burek in Milan. Lots of Balkan people in Milan. Please open a burek place? Pretty please? XD)

I leave Rijeka on a much sweeter note than when I arrived. These two days have been good in their weird way, and if I'm ever in this area in a different, sunnier season I'll make sure to come back and take a look.

My bus to Trieste went through Opatija and it was indeed very pretty in the daylight!

It was foggy in Croatia, then when went into Slovenia it cleared up a bit and you could actually see the surroundings. And then we crossed into Italy and it's... foggy again? Maybe staying in Slovenia was the key XD

(Also we didn't go through a passport control when we crossed from Slovenia to Italy? But we did when entering Slovenia from Croatia 🤔)

When I get to Trieste everything is very grey. White sky, a general feeling of fogginess (though not real fog, not inside the city).

I leave my heavy backpack at a laggage storage and I find myself once again wandering around the city for 4 hours between a bus from the Balkans and a Frecciarossa train to Milan (last time I was coming from Ljubljana, but still). This city is huge, I think sooner or later I'll have to come visit it properly, and not just passing through at the end of a different journey.

Of course I find a Christmas market (I used to love Christmas markets but I hate the way they have become standardized in the past few years, now every city you go has the same stalls of usually mediocre crap and it's just sad) but! This one has warm apple juice with cinnamon, which makes me really happy.

I take a thousand photos of the canal, from every single bridge XD but the reflections are just too good!

I get to the sea. The last time I was here it was the first thing I did, going to the sea, and after two weeks of wandering far from the coast I just... cried. I saw the deep blue of the Mediterranean and actual tears formed in my eyes.

This time it's a ghostly sea, white and kinda haunted, but it's still mesmerising.

I walk along the promenade, farther than I did last time, until I get to the Salone degli Incanti (which is a beautiful name for an exhibition space, "Hall of Enchantments", but the building used to be the city's fish market and apparently incanti was the word they used for the fish auctions?).

There's an exhibition about videogames there, but OF COURSE it's closed today.

I walk back through a pedestrian zone, a part of Trieste i totally missed last time.

I stop at a café for coffee and cake, and once I'm done I realize that it's less than an hour to my train, I'm nowhere near the station, I have to stop somewhere to buy food for the journey+a couple of things to bring home from Friuli, get my backpack back from the luggage storage and possibly have time for a cigarette before the train.

I somehow manage a brisk pace despite my achy feet and tired muscles, and do everything I wanted to do; and most importantly I do not miss my train home ✌️

Yesterday when I got in the mood for some music I decided to listen to my 2022 big playlist (the playlist where I put all the songs I like that I discovered this year, in chronological order XD) instead of a new album, and it was the best decision. A good way to end the year.

#yeah I'm still on the train but let's be real #journey's over this is just a train ride in the dark #travel #trieste #rijeka #italy #croatia #hrvatska #winter break 2022 #mag travels from time to time #i just want a tag for the things i personally put out into the world