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eccentricmya · 3 years

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The Myth of Amras

A very late birthday present for @houndsofvalinor-art . It took me 2 months but here it is. Hope it lives up to ‘Amras in Beleriand’ that you asked for, even though it’s not quite that.

This is essentially a character study of Amras. Follows the version where Amrod died at Losgar.

Read on AO3 if you like! Otherwise it's below the cut.

They all said it. In distant conversations behind his back, in hushed talks nearby, and even in quick pleasantries exchanged with him. "Amras hasn't been the same since Amrod," they said. And every time this happened, Amras wanted to ask, "Since Amrod what?"

Since Amrod had been born? Thus changing Amras' whole existence from the Sixth Fëanorion to 'one of the twins'? Or since Amrod had fallen from his mare while hunting and broken his leg? Which had then led to a serious talk about Amras being the older of the two, albeit by a few minutes, and what being an older brother really meant? Or was it since Amrod had cut off his hair in a fit of rebellion? An act that had made Amras realise for the first time that he had a separate existence from Amrod because people no longer mistook one for the other?

"Which was it!?" Amras wanted to shout, wanted them to elaborate. But he never asked and they never answered. Because it was obvious, wasn't it? The words they left unsaid - in a futile bid to spare his feelings. "Amras hasn't been the same since Amrod died," they meant and Amras wasn't sure if he should tell them that it hadn't been his death that had affected him so. Not really.

The truth was that Amras had changed considerably after his twin's death. But it was less him dying and more the startling fact that he had died at all. It had been an offhand remark by Caranthir that had lifted the veil of ignorance Amras had been wearing to protect himself from the harsh reality they found themselves bound to.

"I cannot even recall what I said when I last saw him," Caranthir had commented, taking another swig of the wine in his hand. "Yet that is the memory I have to live by until we meet him again. Which might as well be when Arda is remade."

That had sparked a heated debate about the impossibility of their Oath and what 'eternal darkness' awaited them. But Amras hadn't listened. He couldn't have. Because while the world might yet be ages away from being broken, Amras' world as he knew it had already been shattered. The fractures had been there long before Amrod had died. Before he had fallen through the widening cracks and left Amras with the ruins of his life.

Was not death a vague possibility for elves? Was not re-embodiment a certainty they lived by? Were these two undeniable facts not the pillars his reality had been built upon? Yet here he was. With death the certainty and re-embodiment the vague possibility in his life now. The two fundamental truths of his reality, reversed on the whims of a Vala. Perhaps his father had been right about them. Perhaps Mandos' wrath was irrational at best and vindictive at worst.

Or perhaps his father himself had been the cause of that wrath.

The worst part was that Amras didn't know when the first blow to his reality had landed. Was it the Doom? Was it the Oath? Or the death of Finwë? The theft of the Silmarils? When had Amras started walking down a path that was crumbling underneath with every step he took? Until there was no path but a pit he was constantly falling into, unable to find his feet again. Which step was it that had inevitably led to his world falling down around him?

Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe he had been born into a broken world. Maybe the world had been ruptured by the acts of others long before him. Maybe it was always supposed to be this way.

Mayhap Amras was meant to endure pain not of his own making all along.

Some said the forest was mourning. It wailed as the wind blew, howled as the night settled in, and keened as the skies opened up. A constant lament of its unseen pain. "Venture not forth lest you be driven mad by its grief," they'd warn the children. Yet they themselves would leave food and other offerings just inside the treeline, as consolation, "Heal well, Spirit of the Forest."

But generations after generations went by and Taur-im-Duinath still wept in solitude.

When the time came for the Fëanorions to establish strongholds of their own, Amras - as the youngest - was naturally put in a well-protected region. But he didn't mind, not really. Out of all the brothers, Amras was the most akin in temperament to Nerdanel. Fëanor was like the fire in his name - prone to going where the wind took him. But Nerdanel was like the clay she created with - attached to the ground, unmoving. And Amras had taken after her, finding joy in being rooted to a place yet stretching towards the limitless sky. So being assigned to Amon Ereb and its surrounding area, far away from the gates of Angband, it was no hardship to him. The other Ambarussa might have objected had he been alive, but he wasn't and so, Amras didn't dwell on it.

It was strange being alone and leading your own people, however small the count might be. All his life, Amras had been a follower. Of the High King, of his father, of his older brothers, of his own whims. Yet here he was, given the freedom to lead himself for once and Amras had never felt more shackled. Liberty and responsibility couldn't go hand in hand for him.

But Amras had underestimated the appeal of moving out of the tall shadows of his brothers. For now he could grow, far as the sky and deep as the earth. He could plant himself in the ground and a forest of his people would grow around him. It was a sense of belonging that had remained alien to him before. Amras had never been more content.

Yet the contentment wasn't without its excitement. For there came visitors of all shapes and sizes in the South-East of Beleriand - young, old, elf, man, dwarf. And that was how Amras had heard the tale of the Laiquendi King. It spoke of the bravery Denethor had shown when death towered over him and it spoke of how afterwards, Amon Ereb was lonely no more. "Slain was Denethor the elf in the dark," the tale said. "And green was the blood on his bark."

"That was also the day that the Taur-im-Duinath came alive" - was the conclusion of the grand story. Though seven decades of the Sun had passed since then, it was still a mystery to some and a warning to others. But for Amras, it was simply an escape. The enigma that was the Laiquendi King and his connection to the Silent Forest that was silent no more, piqued Amras' curiosity to no end. It occupied his mind wholly, eclipsing all else - enough to push the constant looming presence of the Oath to the far back. And Amras clung to that lifeline obsessively.

Thus he ventured into the far south, meeting the Avari who dwelt there. The welcome was lukewarm but Amras was a hunter by skill, and this was a chase he wasn't giving up on. So he persevered. Relentless in his pursuit of a friendship the Avari were too wary to give. Yet somewhere down the years, on one of his frequent visits to their lands by the forest, a quiet fondness grew. Amras knew not when it happened but he went from being a barely tolerated Eldar to a grudging ally and with the transition came a wealth of knowledge. The secrets the Avari had guarded close were now carefully taught to Amras, and chief among them was their knowledge of the trees.

"Our love for the earth of Arda was greater than the allure of the light of Valinor," one had explained. Amras didn't hesitate in believing it, because truly, the bond the Avari had with the earth and all the things that grow from it could not be explained. Neither could it be replicated. But Amras tried, visit after visit he learned the music all earth-bound things shared. And the more he learned, the more he pestered the Avari for a trek into the Taur-im-Duinath. Yet the answer remained the same, "When you're ready you will be one with the forest." Though surprisingly, Amras never argued that he was ready, because to understand the language the trees and the earth spoke, he'd have to silence the Oath.

And even the oldest Avari didn't know how to do that and Amras was but a foolish soul bound to his words.

Some believed the forest was haunted. Frozen in time by its past, reliving its better days on a loop. It used to be vibrant and youthful once, sheltering and nurturing life beneath its warm canopy. But now the life under it was as trapped as the forest itself, unable to be free - even in death. "Wander not inside lest it ensnare you for eternity," they'd warn the children. Yet every spring they'd ring bells by the treeline, chanting, "Wake up, spirit of the forest, flowers are waiting to bloom."

Inside Taur-im-Duinath, spring waited again and again, but winter never left.

Despite all of Amras' efforts to hide away from his reality, the world has coddled no one and he was no exception. This time too, the reminder was with fire. Flames upon flames from the enemy drove Caranthir to Amras' doorstep in Amon Ereb. And in-between battling the orcs and managing supplies to keep their forces running, Amras forgot to be upset with the abruptness of his circumstances. Neither was he angry or heartbroken. He just was.

But it seemed that what he was, was different. For when the fighting finally ceased, taking far too many lives yet leaving far too much life behind, Caranthir had commented, "You've changed, little brother."

Amras had smiled, shaking his head, "You saw me just last year, Moryo."

That should've ended there, the exchange not particularly noteworthy but it lingered in Amras' mind. He thought of how Caranthir had quietly replied "not like this" and stared at Amras for a beat too long. It drove Amras insane, trying to decipher that look in Caranthir's eyes and the meaning implicit in his words. What could Caranthir have had seen in the weeks they spent together killing orcs?

The answer didn't come to him, not for the long months they were picking up the pieces of their people in the aftermath of the Dagor Bragollach. No, it wasn't until Amras made a quick trip to the Avari to warn them of the broken siege that he realised what change Caranthir had been referring to. Or rather, what change Caranthir had seen but which had already been reversed. Because gone was Amras' ability to hear the faint whispers he could pick from the forest before. With the rise of the enemy from his slumber, it seemed the Oath had risen in his mind too. It had overtaken his subconscious, silencing all else, and Amras had been none the wiser.

"You're deaf to the music again, child," one of the elders had said, tsking.

Amras had wanted to remind her that had it been a choice, he wouldn't have ever let it go. But he hadn't needed to because she understood, just like she understood the earth and the trees. They'd always treated him more like one of their saplings than a full-grown elf, what with their ease in reading him and teaching him to grow. Perhaps that was why, when they parted once again, she patted his head gently, saying, "One day you shall choose without making a choice and they will listen." Needless to say, Amras walked away with more questions than he had come with.

That would be the last time he'd see the Avari. The war with Morgoth driving them away from Beleriand while it reeled him in - the same force pushing them in different directions. Amras didn't even have the sense to lament it, for the Oath was the one steering his mind and he was helpless under its iron-hand. He might have resisted once but surrounded by his brothers - all of whom shared the same bounds - it was nigh impossible to free himself. There was no uplifting to be found within his family, only mutual drowning. So Amras succumbed.

Many things they lost in quick succession - three brothers, two battles, and a Silmaril. While Nirnaeth might have been more damaging, it was the kinslaying at Doriath that broke them. Amras didn't care. Not really. He had become numb to everything except the agony the Oath made him go through. Pain has a way of making one's mind muddled, it was true enough for Maedhros. But pain lent a distinct clarity to Amras.

He could now see clearly that he hadn't been as constrained by his reality as he had thought. Amras had made choices and those choices had consequences, whether he liked them or not. The blame he had solely placed on others was his to share too. The Oath he had sworn himself, following his father and brothers lest he be left behind. His kin he had slain himself with his sword because bloodlust was a rush he hadn't known before. Amrod he had abandoned himself on that ship in a naive attempt to assert his independence from the one that shared his face but not his fate.

The world he resented so much for betraying his fantasies, was nothing but a projection of his mind. Maybe it had been he himself who had carved a reality of his own and then claimed it as ruined when it didn't live up to his expectations. Maybe Amras wasn't as innocent as he had deluded himself into believing.

No wonder he had failed in learning the forest's language. There was no love in Amras to spare beyond his own self.

It was with these thoughts churning inside his mind that Amras chased the Silmaril to the Havens of Sirion beside his two remaining brothers. And what he found there was yet more evidence of his own faults. Carnage he had left in his wake and carnage he found awaiting him. Blood after blood he spilt, frenzied by the pull of the Silmaril so close. Until a hue of verdant stood out in the sea of vermillion around him. A sapling of a flowering ash, bravely withstanding the assault of a scimitar in the clutches of a limping Noldorin soldier. There were twin voices crying out above, hidden among the thin but numerous branches of the sapling. Amras didn't think, just ran his sword through the already injured soldier. It was a dishonourable attack, done from the back and on one of his own.

But to Amras, the act of cutting down a tree for personal vendetta was even more heinous. And just as the soldier was punished with death for his crime, Amras was too. For an arrow pierced through the leather of his armour, from an unseen Sindarin archer, wedging itself straight into Amras' heart. It gave enough time for the elflings stuck in the tree to scamper away but Amras didn't regret it. He merely slumped down against the bark of the young tree, caressing it in gentle staccato motions, "Live a long life, my friend."

And death, when it came, was to the sound of sweet nothings whispered in his ears - the words of a language forgotten yet starkly familiar. Amras had never been happier.

But death was seldom an end for elvenkind. Amras expected it to be - an end that is - and it would've been, were it not for Yavanna.

"I don't understand," Amras had murmured, his voice near silent in awe of the Ainu before him. Yavanna, who said he could be one of her shepherds like Denethor had become after his death. Because she believed Amras had an innate love for her trees, which he had demonstrated in his final moments. But Amras couldn't comprehend how he and the Laiquendi King - who had been famous for his undying love for all things green - could be on the same footing. Amras was a sinner. Someone trapped in his own wrongs. He deserved no second chances. Yet here he was being offered one.

"You heard their music, did you not?" Yavanna had asked, ageless and timeless in the place between life and death. And admittedly, Amras had heard the ash tree singing to him, but it must have only been the imagination of his dying mind. A deluded consolation. She was wrong. He hadn't chosen the forest over the Oath, he couldn't. Saving the tree was but an apology for all he couldn't be. Nothing more. Right?

"Be that as it may, you have a choice before you now. Choose wisely, son of Fëanor," Yavanna had commanded, a hint of tenderness on her stern face.

And Amras thought it over, for countless moments. Had his love for the forest really overpowered the binds of the Oath? Was an act of kindness all it took to outweigh the wrongs he had committed? Amras didn't know what to believe. But he had once let his instincts make his decisions for him and perhaps they had failed him before. Yet they had also brought him here so he trusted them again. He could be reborn as the spirit inhabiting the sapling he had saved or he could rest in the Halls for eternity. The choice was his.

"I choose..."

Some thought the forest was at rest. Buried in the flooding after the War, it lay in eternal sleep, as a concession to its pain and an apology for its past. Never to wake again. Yet some said that it had been reborn in the east, taking on a new shape and form to start over in a bid to overwrite the life it had lived before. But essentially the same. For some, Taur-im-Duinath was no more, but to others, Fangorn was its new name. "Be at peace, Spirit of the Forest," they all wished, whether in death or new life.

And Taur-im-Duinath complied.

#Amras #Silm fic #Ambarussa #implied character death #Idk if there are any trigger warning applicable. but let me know!#JustBizarre

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omnisexualcultureis · 3 years

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hey y’all!! there weren’t any blogs specifically about omnisexual culture so i decided to make one (omniromantics and other omni folks are welcome here too)!! what is omnisexual? to me it means i am attracted to every gender, but i'm not exactly gender-blind. i still take notice of gender and it can play a role in attraction, but at the same time i like all genders! the term can mean different things for everyone so just be mindful of that. this is inspired by all the other “___ culture is” blogs out there. here’s a link to a master list of them (i'm not sure if it has been updated recently though):

https://saschagemruler.tumblr.com/post/643489096938012672/all-culture-is-blogs-aro-culture-is

a little about me:

pronouns: he/him. i use both of the labels pansexual and omnisexual :) here is my main: @saminator

triggers:

as of right now there aren't any triggers but i do have a severe phobia of birds (i shall call them birbs to make it more bearable lol), so please be mindful of that (idk why birbs would come up in this blog but still worth mentioning anyway). if you want anything to have a trigger warning, let me know through asks or messaging me, and i will gladly add it to this list!

submission and blog guidelines:

just the usual, start with "omnisexual culture is" or some variant of that (unless you have a question, comment or want to tell me about a trigger) and be nice. if you think it may be applicable at all, please use tone tags to help neurodivergent folks (which includes me) understand tone better! i'm not going to put any here because then this post will be longer than it already is but just look up tone tags and see if anything is applicable. there's the usual dni.

tags:

here are some blogs i'm gonna tag so y'all can maybe boost me if you wanna: @transmasc-culture-is @queercutlureis @demiromantic-culture-is @ace-culture-is @genderfae-culture-is @demifluidcultureis @demigirl-culture-is @tertiary-attraction-culture-is @aro-culture-is @closeted-culture-is

#not omnisexual culture #pinned post #i keep adding stuff to this because i'll just be doing something and i'll randomly think of things to add #sorry it's such a long intro lol

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Was your childhood wasted by something? It was wasted by the fact that I had to grow up faster than all the other kids so even though I kept up with all the trends, had all the cool toys, and knew which shows to watch, I still spent a great chunk of my childhood silently stressing out about stuff happening at home. Would you rather die during an adventure or die like a normal person? LOL ‘like a normal person.’ I’d want to pass harmlessly, which I guess is under normal. I’d hate to be killed by something that was meant to be an adventure, like skydiving gone wrong or falling off a cliff. Those would hurt exponentially more too, so no thanks. Have your parents ever put you on a diet? No, I’ve never had to be on one.

Have your parents ever tried to commit suicide? [trigger warning] No but one time my mom had a strange breakdown and verbally threatened me and my dad that she was going to do it. It remains one of the weirdest, eeriest few seconds of my life and I don’t really like thinking about it. Do you have a gag reflex? I don’t know, but I probably do. I haven’t...tested it lmao. Do you ever fantasize about trying drugs? No, fantasize is a loaded term. I think about the possibility sometimes, but I’m not obsessed with the idea of acquiring weed or anything like that. Have you ever put gum in someone's hair? Nope. That’s a hilarious prank to do to someone being shitty though, hah. Would you rather have sex before you're married or wait till marriage? I can be eitiher, I’m not picky about this kind of stuff. I've been having sex in my current relationship. Have you ever not gone to school, just because? I only did this in high school because my former school had events that I found irrelevant and that I didn’t want to go to. In college, if I wanted to cut an entire day’s worth of classes I had to have a very good reason why. Do you know anyone who can play the bagpipes? No, but lol this question reminded me of the Friends episode where Ross learned the bagpipes to play for Monica and Chandler’s wedding. Have you ever let someone hit you? [trigger warning] No. In the few times my mom put her hands on me I was always in the fetal position to protect myself. Do you own a hand warmer? A what? I’ve never heard of that but we don’t really need that here. Do you have friends in other states/countries? Used to. When I was in different fandoms throughout my teenage years I gained friends from North and South America and Europe; I also have Filipino friends from grade school and high school who’ve migrated to the US and Canada. As for locally, I do have tons of friends who came from different provinces/islands. My school has a very diverse community and we have students from all 81 provinces, probably. Do you ever pay attention during church? No, unless the priest says something ridiculous then I start listening to see how even more stupid his homily gets. Otherwise I’m daydreaming, fantasizing, and imagining for that whole hour. Do you have self control? Funny you should mention this while the song playing on my Spotify is Hayley Williams’ Sudden Desire which is precisely about self-control, hahaha. Anyway, it depends on the situation and how desperate I am for something. My self-control is probably the worst when it comes to food though; I’ll always end up picking up whatever I’m craving no matter how late it is, how far the restaurant is, or how much money I have left. Have you ever broke a window? Nope. When was the last time you freaked someone out? Idk maybe this afternoon when I was playing with my dog and squishing him and talking to him in all sorts of voices lolol he always looks so freaked out when I do it to him. Have you ever gone on a date with a weirdo? No. I don’t really do dates. Who's the last person you called a bitch? I’ve never called anyone a bitch directly, but I did call my mom that when she was out of earshot yesterday. Do you drink kool-aid? I don’t. Have you ever dropped something hot on your foot? No. I’d hate for that to happen, I’m scared of getting burned. Do you watch porn? Less than before, but yeah I do; though a big reason why I watch it less these days is because the government blocked a whole chunk of porn sites off of our internet networks at the start of the year haha. The content in the remaining sites aren’t as impressive as the ones I was used to, so I stopped watching. Have you ever missed someone you hated? Sometimes I’ll miss the good times I have with Athenna, but I just have to remember that her attitude never improved in college and I’ve heard other people call her weird so I’m guessing she still acts shittily. Is anyone in your family disabled? Yes, I have an aunt with Down syndrome. What do you want for Christmas? That’s a long time from now. It depends on what I need by December. How many moles do you have? I don’t know if I have some that I’ve never seen yet but I’m aware of 5 that I have. Do you make your bed everyday? Yes. It’s much more relaxing to come back to a neat bed after a long day. Do you know how to ride a bike? :( No I don’t. My dad is super encouraging though and will always cheer me on to try getting on a bike again every now and then. Do you own any comic books? I own a couple, from back when I wanted to get into comic books because my favorite wrestlers CM Punk and AJ Lee were both comic book nerds. I tried so hard to like them, but at the end of the day it just wasn’t my thing. What is the nastiest dare you have ever committed? Probably the time I dropped my siomai on the ground and a friend or two told me to eat it while the rest of my friends told me not to. I went with the unpopular opinion and put the siomai in my mouth only to feel the small dirt/rocks that have gotten on it, so I promptly spat it out haha. Do you know anyone who has been raped? I don’t think so. Are you an atheist? Yes.

Have you ever owned a goldfish? Yes, I had several of them as my first pets. Our old house was very crowded and chaotic and definitely not conducive to bigger pets, so my parents would get me fish so I can practice having pets.

Who was the last person to call you beautiful? Gabie, I think. How many times have you been stung by a bee? Zero. I run away from bees when I see one. What was the last flavor of gum you chewed? Spearmint, I think? That’s always the kind JM brings to school and I usually ask him for a piece of gum. When was the last time you used tape? February. My org was hosting an orientation for interested applicants in the college auditorium, so we posted arrows all over the building so guests would know where to go. When was the last time you said fuck? Ooh I’m not so sure. Probably last night when I had a video call with Gabie since I curse around her the most.

Have you ever stolen something? A pen or five, yep. What's the last movie you watched? Two for the Road. Who's the last person you watched a movie with? Just myself. But the last time I did see a movie with someone, it was with Gabie. Where were you yesterday at 5 PM? I was in the dining area, probably. Who would you like to kiss right now? MY GIRLFRIEND

When was the last time you had tic tacs? Ages ago. I don’t get to have it a lot. When was the last time you ate chicken? We had wings for dinner two nights ago. Who was the last person you told to 'Shut the fuck up' to? Probs Gabie, in a joking manner. Why were you last nervous? My parents were fighting last night and I heard some banging upstairs. Whose pants did you last take off? Again, my girlfriend’s. When was the last time you were disturbed? Also last night hearing that ^ Why did you last feel awkward? Been a while since I’ve had a reason to feel that way. When was the last time you got in a fight with your best friend? With Gabie, two nights ago. I haven’t had a fight with Angela in over a decade. Have you ever asked someone for a tampon? Nope, because I don’t use them. Who was the last person you read a book to? I don’t read books to anyone. Who is the person you say the most naughtiest things to? Hahahahaha. Dirty talk isn’t my thing but the last time was Gabie, probs three years ago when I tried it for the last time and still didn’t dig it. Who was the last person to send you a letter? I forgot the last person to greet me on my birthday... I think it was Patrice. How do you feel about war? Not a fan. Do you like cupcakes or muffins more? Cupcakes. Have you ever pushed someone on purpose? Just my siblings when we were younger. Have you ever slapped someone in the face? My brother, after he slapped me first. This was shortly before I stopped talking to him completely.

#survey #surveys

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makeste · 5 years

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BnHA Chapter 230: League of Thots

Previously on BnHA: We learned all about Twice’s past, which was a lot like Oliver Twist, if you’re like me and you never actually read Oliver Twist and only have extremely vague memories of watching one of the movie versions as a kid and seeing some poor wretched child asking for more oatmeal and falling in with some lovable scalawags. Although I’m pretty sure Oliver Twist never hit a dude with a motorcycle and made a bunch of clones of himself because he was lonely and then the clones all tried to kill each other. But like, other than that, I still kinda got that vibe, idk. Anyway so Twice is great and we all love him and feel sorry for him, and the Metahuman Liberation Army ripped his mask off because they’re dicks, and then they broke his arms because see re: the part where they’re dicks. But once his arms were broken, Twice, who’d been having an ongoing identity crisis due to not being sure whether he was one of his own clones, realized he couldn’t be a clone since he was still alive and hadn’t melted into a big blob after taking all that damage. So then he got all empowered, and he made like a dozen fresh new clones of himself, and now they’re gonna fuck up the MLA’s shit hopefully, and good riddance.

Today on BnHA: The League of Twices surges forth to do battle with the forces of evil and it’s my favorite thing ever. What started out as a dozen quickly multiplies exponentially -- we’re talking literal exponential growth here -- until Re-Destro’s Army of 116,000 people actually find themselves outnumbered. Up in his tower, Re-Destro is all “gee Skeptic you sure did fuck up spectacularly :)” and Skeptic quickly makes himself scarce, leaving Giran all on his own to antagonize RD about how royally screwed he is. Back in the thick of things, Dabi continues to attack The Night King, but it turns out he’s able to create new ice from just about any water source, so that complicates things a bit. Meanwhile Dabi is apparently starting to roast himself with his own quirk, which is very interesting and a huge clue as to how he came to be where he is, all scarred up and presumably Presumed Dead, and it’s all very intriguing. But before we can ponder that much, we cut to Ujiko, who’s getting tired of watching the League kick ass so effortlessly and decides to throw a Gigantomachia-shaped wrench into the mix just for the hell of it, waking the big guy early so he can join in on the fun. Well you won’t see me complaining omg.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, and added a couple of ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

oh my god

first of all, y’all know I love it when Horikoshi really gets into the nitty-gritty of how someone’s quirk works and hammers out all the little stipulations and provisions about what they can and can’t do, etc. but then to do it with this adorable little chibi Twice sketch is almost too much. we’re only on the first panel here; if this is an indicator of what the rest of the chapter is gonna be like, fair warning that I will probably have a number of little fangirling breakdowns

anyhoo, so this definitely clears some things up. the translation could be a little clearer, but I’m gonna take this to mean that he has a two-clone limit, period, and can’t make more than two of any person or object until the existing clones disappear. meaning that this can’t actually be used to create entire armies, which is a smart move on Horikoshi’s part in terms of keeping him from getting too op. this is especially important because we know his clones can use the same quirks as the original. so yeah, that could potentially get out of hand real fast without a few limiters in place

but! there is one exception to the “only two” rule, which we’re now seeing in action! a quirk hack, if you will. which is that if he clones himself, each of those clones is then capable of using the same Doubling quirk under the same rules. so each clone can make an additional two clones. which is dope. like, past a certain point, you actually have to start using math to keep up with him. and that part is in fact pretty motherflippin’ powerful, even if each duplicate is weaker than the last. it’s definitely not something you want to fuck with. I would sure hate to be a person, or army of people, who have done just that and are now going to have to feel his wrath. oh man

so because this is a Flashback Arc we are now cutting to another flashback, but this time a more recent one involving the Shigaraki Squad all hanging out in the ol’ Villain Shack

-- holy shit

okay but this is so fucking smart, though. these guys keep thinking of things that would never, ever occur to me because try as I might, I just can’t get on the same level of thinking outside the box that they’re at. obviously they’re a good deal more primed to think of creative applications of their own quirks, having lived with said quirks for most of their lives. but still

anyways, look at me, I’m practically beside myself being impressed even though Twice wasn’t actually able to do anything lol. but just, even the fact that they tried is impressive to me. leave no avenue unexplored. god this manga is so good

anyway so now we’re cutting back to the present, and Twice is thinking that he wants to repay his friends for accepting him. “that’s all I ever think about!”

weekly reminder that Twice is in fact the nicest guy in the series. and it’s all the more impressive since he lacked any kind of good influence when he was growing up. dude is a fucking saint if you think of it like that

lol. well no one ever said saints couldn’t be violent sometimes

so now the MLA goons who were formerly watching on the sidelines are all “oh shit” and they’re rushing in to try to help contain the situation

only to be confronted with this

you see?? math. Twice to the nth power. holy shit

also the title/attack name Sad Man’s Parade is so good and evocative that I assumed it must be a reference to something, but when I googled it just now all I got was links to articles and reviews of this very chapter. but I still think it must be a reference though. we’ve had a lot of them recently, including last week’s title, which as @herongale pointed out to me was a reference to The Killing Joke. so if any smart person can figure this one out, please let me know. it sounds like a song or something maybe

anyway I just clicked to the next page and it’s the most badass thing I’ve ever seen so let me just share that with y’all

things I like:

Twice’s face

that last panel. just. that

Twice holding Toga all protectively fffsdfasd

and did I mention that face though. holy hecking fuck my lovable lil LoV mascot is suddenly all grown up and making me feel things. going after all of my weak spots at once! protecting his friends: check. all scuffed up and covered in blood all sexy-like: double check. and last but not least, that look of utter, fearless determination: checkcheckmotherfuckincheck

jesus christ. first Giran and now you. more like League of Thirst, fml. what was that he was saying in the previous chapter about his scary looks?? you know what Twice, you can fuck right off with that noise. I can’t believe you were holding out on us this entire time

anyway so now here’s Re-Destro to chill me out before I completely lose my shit

ah, nothing like that arrogant pointy mug to bring me back down to reality right quick. really can’t wait until someone knocks this guy down off his high horse

and now he’s turning and casually remarking to Skeptic that it’s rare to see him fail. and holy shit though, there’s something about this scene that just sent a chill down my spine

and why did I get flashbacks to that poor lil dead mouse guy just now, though. the thing about Re-Destro is he’s the kind of guy who can and will be all smiles right up to and including the point where he happily snaps your neck for having displeased him. and that is scary as fuck. just look how quickly Skeptic noped the fuck out of there

look at him omg

he sure got the message right away, didn’t he? better go fix things right the fuck now if you enjoy being alive, dude

holy shit. he is genuinely scary. that one panel there may actually be scarier than anything AFO ever did. I suddenly had a rush of appreciation for Overhaul of all people, yes you heard me right, because at least he was just unabashedly Straight Up Evil. none of this pretending to be all nice with this cold dead look in your eyes bullshit

just, I really don’t like how it just seems like he could snap at any time and you’re never quite sure what the final trigger might actually be. it’s terrifying. but I guess that’s the kind of vibe you’ve got to have if you’re looking to be a villain so bad that the actual villains are fighting against you lol

now Giran is straight up not giving a fuck again, and acting like he’s not tied to a chair with one remaining hand and trapped in a room with this profoundly unsettling man, and as usual I love it

you just keep on being insolent and sarcastic you sexy piece of shit. you’re doing great

lol now Re-Destro says they’ll overcome quantity with quality, and wow. that may just be the most delusional thing this asshole has said thus far. have we even been reading the same arc?? are you really trying to say that your Metahuman Army of Jackasses is in any way even in the same league as Tomura’s merry band of ragtag prodigies? just go ahead and admit that they’re wiping the floor with you

and as if to prove my point

tbh I’m genuinely starting to feel like any one member of the League could singlehandedly take out Re-Destro’s entire force. and they haven’t even introduced you to Gigantomachia yet!! my god. RD’s horribly discomforting general vibe aside, this arc is like watching a horror movie play out where none of the victims realizes how screwed they are until it’s too late. and also you’re rooting for the killers because they’re likable and sexy

I do have to hand it to Parka here though because he’s somehow not dead yet in spite of all that, which is legitimately impressive

Dabi even says that his ice is almost gone. you’re living on borrowed time Baskin Robbins

ooh now we’re getting a quick panel of Compress doing his thing while Dabi carries on

Compress are we getting your flashbacks next. I can only begin to imagine what kind of tragic and relatable things you’ve been through and how hot you probably are too underneath that mask. how long until you’re my new favorite character. I’m onto this arc and its games by this point, Horikoshi. you and your motherfucking League of Thots ffff

Dabi is all “why do I have to help you?” lol. classic Dabi

eh what’s this

before I click to the next page, I’m just going to assume he’s talking about the twelve million Twices headed their way

yep

new favorite panel alert

oh my god. this is amazing. more of him to love

LMAO

FUCK YOU AND YOUR CAREFREE SELF-AWARE MANGA HORIKOSHI KOUHEI. I CAN’T LEGALLY MARRY A SHOUNEN MANGA SERIES SO WHY ARE YOU TORTURING ME LIKE THIS

and Compress is all “wow that sounds like something from a hero story,” and then we’re cutting to another Twice panel so that we can’t see him turning and winking at the audience

Twice says that the League are his only friends in the world and that they’re all precious to him. actually, he didn’t say it so much as he straight up yelled it. nicest guy in the fucking world I’m telling you. what a good egg. what a chaotic good little boy scout

lmao now he’s drunk on power and ambition

lmao go for it. THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER

(ETA: also I just realized what I said before about him not being able to make an army is clearly blatantly untrue, since even though he has the two-clone limit, that hardly matters if there are like 17,000 of him and each of them can clone two other people. he truly is a beast.)

oh my god

are you telling me that you guys are kicking so much ass that it’s actually backfiring on you. “that was such a good plan that we had, but unfortunately we didn’t take into account that we’re straight up gangstas who kick ass and take names”

hell, if the Army’s all gone by the time G-Man gets here, you can just sic all the clones on him and see if it finally gets you somewhere! I’m past the point of putting anything past you guys now. I’m pretty sure you can do anything. I’m glad you’re on our side. oh shit wait

anyway so Compress is checking his dandy pocket watch and says Giganto should be there in one hour and five minutes

are they taking travel time into account?? or wait, I guess Ujiko can just warp him over to their location once he finally wakes up. right

Twice is telling them all that Toga’s in trouble and needs help! yessss help her. I got so caught up in your tremendous badassery that I almost forgot

HEY WHAT THE

RUDE. WHO DID THIS

oh go figure

you know it really is incredible how quickly Horikoshi can get me back on that “so are we going to get any Dabi flashbacks” train though lol. I really should know better by this point. quash those hopes. this manga is not a charity; we don’t give out flashbacks for free just like that

and yet. my brain says no but my heart says “pleasepleaseplease”

so now Ben & Jerry’s is saying that he can also control the temperature of the ice. um, what? it’s already ice; how much colder can it possibly get? unless you’re talking about making it warmer, in which case I hate to break it to you but then it’s water and not ice, and you obviously can’t control water so

oh wait he just means that he can use his ice to freeze other stuff and make More Ice. oh

RIGHT, DABI??

and now Klondike here is launching into some kind of speech, oh joy

hoohhhhh boy

[sidles up to Dabi] hey there boy. that last part sound like anything you’ve heard before? jog any memories for you there bud? provoke any thoughts? spark any reveries??

Dabi you’re really one hell of a closed book, you know that? fuck my life

(ETA: but also! so the real colors of the MLA finally come out, huh. for all their talk of freeing people from oppression, they’re no different from the people they want to overthrow; it’s just that they want to oppress the people who don’t have quirks, or whose quirks are “weak.” no doubt the original Destro had a similar philosophy. can’t imagine quirkless people making out too well in this brave new world of theirs. in fact I wouldn’t be surprised if there was eventually a mass genocide of anyone quirkless. it would get real dark real fast.)

oh shit

everybody sHUT UP, WE’RE GETTING DETAILS ABOUT DABI’S QUIRK AND ABOUT HIS SCARS AHSLDFJASLK

okay first of all, !!!@KLK!L!!!LK!”!!!GGKK

and second, Horikoshi continues the trend of putting the brakes on the League’s powers getting out of control, even as he shows how much they can still kick ass when unleashed to their fullest potential. that’s a hell of a balance to strike

and third, !LJ!L!!!!”!”“!DSFLSDIW for reals though because this is the first we’ve ever gotten as far as actual details regarding those scars and their possible origins, and holy shit but I can’t. finally some more info on the mysterious house elf

and meanwhile Compress is sitting in a mess of melted and frozen Twices, and thinking that it would be great if they could have Haagen-Dazs face off against Gigantomachia. but like, the way he says that kind of implies that he doesn’t think he’s gonna last that long lol. which I’m in agreement with. Dabi you can go ahead and take this popsicle fucker out now

-- !!?!!

okay Horikoshi you can’t just CUT TO UJIKO LIKE THAT WITHOUT WARNING you ass. give me a sec to brace myself first would ya

and poor little John standing there in the corner. John-kun ;_; god that’s so fucked up to just draw him chilling there all but forgotten until he’s actually needed

and what do you mean “if you were to die here.” underestimating them much? but if you want to toss them a bone though sure go ahead

so does this mean he’s going to unleash another High End?? because I’m all out of puns for those, so I’ll have to come up with a new shtick and I can’t just do that off the cuff you know

oh, nope. even better!

yooooooo things about to get lit up in the club omgggggggg

YESSSSSSS

okay first of all is he literally uprooting fucking trees just by waking up from his nap slkjdlfffff how many more ways can Horikoshi come up with to show us how much of a fucking beast this guy is. holy fuck

and second, YESSSSSSSSS. THAT’S RIGHT YOU ARMY MOTHERFUCKERS! PREPARE TO TASTE SOME PAIN. JUST LOOK AT THAT. HE’S GONNA STIR UP SOME CALAMITIES AND SHIT. ALL YOU FUCKERS GONNA DIE, AND I’LL BE RIGHT HERE, WATCHING CONTENTEDLY AND CAPSLOCKING ABOUT IT

hahaha this arc is making me want to be a villain. I can’t help it. they make it look like so much fun. shit

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha 230 #twice (bnha)#dabi #mr. compress #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #I like how tomura vanished off the face of the earth after disintegrating all those redshirts #did he actually fall asleep #you're missing out on all the fun kiddo #calamities are stirring and your mascot made 80 thousand copies of himself #I guess he's just resting up for the final battle with re-destro once everything else is destroyed #that's gonna be good #though part of me hopes giran gets to deal the final blow #that would be the cherry on top of this perfect arc #either way I'm looking forward to it

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bengesko · 4 years

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So uh, yeah. I’ve been working hard on my Southern Gothic fic, Bloodlines and Brandy, as a way to unwind between passport applications and doing haematology SOP’s for work, and it’s almost 60k words. (as well as keeping me distracted and sane during this whole mess in the world)

If you want some Southern Gothic horror with monsters, healthy happy polyamory, a trans protagonist and his inherited monster, family curses, overcoming small Southern town prejudice, and good old fashioned “protagonist literally pisses himself in fear because there’s a monster trying to break into his house” then you’d probably like my fic. (someone has already commented that it scared them, and that’s high praise and I am really proud of this work so far)

It is tagged as Kylux, but honestly? They’re filler names, and there’s barely any reference to Star Wars, save for character names, so knowledge of Star Wars or appreciation for the ship isn’t necessary.

I’m actually planning on changing the names later on to original character names, fluffing up their personalities and changing up their backgrounds, and making this an original work to publish.

The story takes place in my hometown where I grew up, and this fic has been wildly cathartic for me.

Content warnings apply, but I DO have a system to skip major sections with triggering content like gore/sex. They’re indicated at the start of any chapters with said content, and are not necessary for plot, so you’re not required to struggle through gore or sex. Any other triggers are listed explicitly in the tags, and are mentioned again at the beginning of each chapter when applicable.

So idk, if you wanna read it, let me know how you liked it! ♥

#bengêsko zhukel tsipimos #i realise it ain't gonna be for everyone based on the tags lol #but I promise those scenes are/will be 100% skippable

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inagetawaycarxo · 5 years

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Not As It Seems | Finn Balor {Apocalypse AU}

✧ Pairings: Finn Balor x Reader, Rhys {OC} x Reader, Finn Balor x Unnamed OC {mostly I just refer to her as Finn’s girlfriend}

✧ Featuring: OC’s a lot of unnamed OC’s

✧ Summary: you save Finn from a zombie attack.

✧ WARNINGS: fluff, angst, blood, death, zombies, zombie-related themes, swearing, idk, other things I failed to mention, Finn crying, the reader is kind of a cold stone bitch tbh, so is Rhys, gore, reader might be a Winchester, stealing stuff, everyone is pretty much an asshole in this fic, I don’t even know what this is lol.

✧ Word Count: 5.5k

✧ A/N: This fic is for @moxleysbaby Alternative Universe Writing Challenge, honestly this is the first time I have done a writing challenge on Tumblr. Hope you like it. Also, y/n/n= your nickname.

The sound of the car tyres on the gravel road came to a complete stop. The engine cut off, three doors opening, three people hopping out of the car, then closing the doors.

The guy let out a grunt of annoyance, clearly not happy about being out in an abandoned town on the weekend.

“Come on babe, it will be fun.” A feminine voice spoke, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers together, as they walked into the abandoned town, looking at the buildings, while their friend took pictures of all the buildings.

“Yeah, Finn, it will be fun.” Another female voice spoke, looking up from her camera to look at him, Finn poked his tongue out at her, making her do the same action.

“Cause, visiting an abandoned town, on a Saturday afternoon was totally on my to-do list.” The guy called Finn grumbled, as they walked further into the town, their friend continued to take photos of the abandoned buildings.

“I could be doing other things on a Saturday afternoon.” Finn whined, his gaze drifting to his girlfriend, she turned her head to look at him, making Finn send her a wink, which made her blush, she then let out a giggle, clutching his hand tighter, while swinging their hands back and forth. Their friend that was ahead of them let out an annoyed sigh, while she rolled her eyes.

“Ew.” She whined, turning around to see the couple staring at each other. They both let out a chuckle at their friends’ reaction. She turned her head back in front of her, rolling her eyes once more as Finn and his girlfriend continued to stare at each other.

Finn leaned his head down towards her, pressing a tender kiss on her cheek, which made her giggle. Finn smiled at her as he pulled away, gripping her hand tighter, he pulled it up to his mouth, pressing a soft tender kiss on the back of her hand, which made her heart swell.

“While you two are being all lovey-dovey I’m going to go explore this apartment.” Their friend spoke, turning back to look at them, then looking at the apartment.

Just as she was about to enter the apartment her friend spoke, making her stop halfway through the doorway, turning around to face them.

“Wait, we’ll come with you.” her friend spoke, making Finn let out an annoyed huff.

“As long as I don’t have to witness you’s two making out with each other or finding a room and getting it on.” She spoke, making her friends chuckle.

“Don’t be so dramatic, we aren’t going to ditch you to get it on, we are just going to explore the apartment with you.” Her friend spoke, while Finn frowned, he really didn’t want to explore any of the buildings here, he just wanted to go home.

“Good, let’s go.” She responded, walking into the apartment entrance.

Finn and his girlfriend followed their friend, walking into the apartment entrance holding each other’s hands. The apartment smelled musty, the wallpaper on the wall peeling off.

The three of them walked up the stairs until they reached the first floor, all the doors to the rooms where all opened, some items where scattered on the ground.

“Looks like they all left in a hurry.” Finn spoke.

“I wonder what happened to this town.” Finn’s girlfriend spoke, as she let go of Finn's hand, wondering further down the hallway slowly looking into the rooms as she walked past the open doors, looking into the unoccupied rooms in amazement. Which made Finn pout at the loss of contact.

“Maybe, the town had to be evacuated, they ran out of resources, nuclear power plant explosion.” Their friend spoke.

“Wouldn’t we have seen the nuclear power plant when we drove in?” Finn asked, still standing in the same spot, leaving him alone in the hallway by his lonesome self.

His friend shrugged her shoulders, going into a room, he heard the shutter of the camera.

“Natural or manmade disasters kept happening, maybe that’s another reason this town is a ghost town.” Their friend spoke, as the sound of the camera shutter continued.

Finn let out an annoyed huff, going into the first apartment room, standing in the middle of the room. His eyes scanned the room, the room was small, the kitchen was small, the kitchen counters were only on one wall, there were two doors to his left side, probably bedrooms he thought to himself. The place was a mess, the circular table was flipped over. Cutlery, newspapers and magazines, as well as books and DVDs, and other things lay scattered on the floor, the place looked like it had been robbed.

Finn took a step to the closed door, his hand wrapping around the doorknob, turning the knob, the door opened with a loud creak, making Finn cringe, the room was dark and smelled like dust and mould, Finn’s hand slipped away from the doorknob, his hand slipped into his back pocket grabbing his iPhone and slipping it out of the pocket, he quickly pressed the home button, making the screen light up, his fingertips moved up on the bottom of the screen, making some application apps show up, Finn’s finger pressed the torch application. Smiling to himself, as the led light lit up the dark room.

Finn took a step into the room, it was a kid’s room, to be more specific it was a six-year-old boy’s room.

Finn's eyes scanned the room, his phone moving around the room. His eyes landed on a box of Legos, making his eyes lit up with excitement. He quickly walked over to it, opening it up, his hands getting covered with dust, not that he cared about that, he sat on the dirty carpet floor, putting his phone down beside him making sure the light coming from the phone faced upwards, his hands grabbed some Lego pieces out of the box, and put them onto his lap.

He was so caught up in playing with Legos that he didn’t notice a presence behind him, that presences being his girlfriend, she rolled her eyes at him, of course, he would have to find Legos and play with them, he’d probably take them back with him, when they leave.

She walked over to him resting her hand on his shoulder and crouching down beside him, which made him jump, he turned his head to face her, his eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights, before his facial features softened, as he saw his girlfriend beside him, smiling softly at him.

“We are going to explore the next floor, did you want to come with or are you quite content with playing with Legos?” she asked, her thumbing rubbing his shoulder softly.

“Nah, I’m pretty content staying here, and playing with the Legos.” He replied, looking back at the Lego pieces he put together.

“Okay, we will come and get you when we are finished.” She responded, leaning close to him, and pressing a tender kiss against his cheek, pulling away from him and standing back up and walking out of the room, joining her friend who was waiting outside for her.

“Is he coming?” her friend asked her.

“Nah, he's pretty content on playing with the Legos he found.” She responded.

Her friend rolled her eyes.

“Of course, he had to find Legos, he is such a dork.” her friend grumbled.

“True but my dork, come on let's go up, we will have to take the stairs though, you know since the elevator doesn’t work.” She spoke.

“Ugh, stairs.” Her friend whined as they started to walk towards the stairs that led up to the next floor.

“Don’t be such a wuss, its only stairs.” She chuckled, then laughed at her friend, when they both started to ascend the stairs, all the while her friend whining with every step she took…

・。・゜☆・。・。☆・゜・。・゜。・。・゜☆・。・。 MEANWHILE

Rhys walked cautiously towards the ghost town, while you followed close behind him, keeping a lookout for any walkers, your shotgun held up in front of you, your finger hovering over the trigger ready to press down on it, if you saw one of those meat puppets.

The two of you’s stopped when you’s reached the car, Rhys turned his head to look at you, raising his eyebrow at you.

“So, the kid was right.” Rhys spoke, while you just shrugged your shoulders. He then turned his attention back to the black SUV.

“Fucking tourist.” Rhys muttered under his breath. He leaned his face to the car window, peering into it.

“Let’s just raid the car, get the things we need and go back to the bunker.” He spoke, opening the passenger side door, and opening his backup up, he started to put items in his backup.

Just as you were about to reply and open the back door to the passenger side, you and Rhys heard a blood-curdling scream, then another one following after it. Your hand slipped from the door handle, just as you passed Rhys, he grabbed your forearm, spinning you around to face him. He gave you a stern look before speaking.

“Y/n.” Rhys warned, giving a look that said leave it alone.

“I can't just let it slide Rhys, just keep watch and I’ll handle it.” You grumbled, giving him a stern look.

“Fine, but if you don’t come back in four to five minutes, I’m coming in, I don’t care about keeping watch for those meat puppets, I’m not going to risk your life for their life, you mean a lot more to me than they do.” Rhys spoke, making the stern expression you gave him drop, you looked at him with a sad smile, before responding.

“I know, I promise I will be back in five minutes and if not, you can come in.” you spoke, Rhys gave you a smile, though you could tell it was fake, you knew he couldn’t care less about those tourists.

Rhys let go of your forearm, then avoided all eye contact with you, clearly pissed you were going in there alone.

You let out a sigh, giving him one last reassuring smile, before walking towards the apartment building, your shotgun in front of you.

you quickly entered the apartment building, hearing muffled crying and feet shuffling on the floor above you. You gripped the handle of the shotgun tightly, as you walked to the stairs. Slowly but cautiously ascending the stairs to the first floor, the shotgun aimed in front of you, just as you took a step forward, you heard a spitty hiss than an annoying moan, from above you. Your eyes narrowed as you walked rather quickly towards the stairs that lead to the second floor, you ascended the stairs rather quickly.

You glared at the zombie in front of, slamming its decaying body against a closed door, all the while moaning and hissing. God, you hated zombies.

“Hey, lame brains.” You shouted, making the zombie stop slamming its decaying body against the door, it turned its decaying head towards you, making you cringe at the sight of it before it could even turn its body fully around to face you or even shuffle towards you at a snail's pace, you lifted the shotgun up in front of you aiming the barrel of the gun at its forehead, then pulled the trigger, the zombie crashed to the floor as blood poured out of the wound.

“Sucker.” You smirked, you lowered your gun with a satisfied smile on your face. But it suddenly dropped into a frown when you heard muffled sobs and whimpering. You rolled your eyes, god people could be so dumb sometimes.

You took small steps towards the closed door, knocking on it softly.

“It’s okay, you can come out now, I killed the meat puppet.” You spoke.

You heard the lock unclicking, then the sound of the door creaking as it slowly opened, you came face to face with a guy with blue eyes.

“Were any of you scratched or bitten?” you asked them dryly, eyeing them suspiciously, your eyes caught sight of a scratch mark on one of the girls and a bite mark on the other, you could already tell by the pale look on there faces that the virus was taking effect, you had to take action before it was too late.

Without hesitation, you raised your shotgun in front of you aiming at the girl with the bite mark, before pulling the trigger, the bullet went straight into her forehead, making her head slump, she fell, her blood spluttered straight onto the girl next to her, making the girl let out a shriek, honestly the shriek gave you a god damn headache.

The guy looked utterly shocked but came to his senses when he saw you raise the gun at the other girl.

He quickly stood in front of the barrel, making you glare at him

“Don’t try to be the hero moron, her fate was sealed the moment she got scratched, she’s turning into them now, so might as well put her out of her misery.” You growled.

“I don’t care, I love her, and I will not let you shoot her, you already killed my friend, if you want to kill her then you will have to go through me.” He threatened.

“That can be arranged.” You responded coldly.

You aimed the shotgun towards his kneecap, pulling the trigger, the guy let out a groan of pain, doubling over and clutching his blown knee cap. You, on the other hand, weren’t fazed at all, your attention was on the girl who was pleading and begging for mercy, you raised the gun towards her head and pulled the trigger, making the girl let out a choked gasp as the bullet hit.

Finn noticed this and quickly tackled you to the ground, with all the strength he could muster up, he pinned your hands above your head, straddling your waist, as you wiggled underneath him, his eyes burned with hatred as he looked down at you, his mouth set into a thin line, while he clenched his jaw.

You stopped moving underneath him, smirking up at him, which made him even angrier.

“Do it, kill me, I dare you to, it might bring you satisfaction watching the person that killed your lover die, but it’s definitely not going to bring her back, I did you a favour, watching the ones you love get shot is much easier than watching them turn into those meat puppets.” You growled, narrowing your eyes at him, almost challenging him.

He let go of your hands and wrapped his hands around your throat, choking you to the point where he cut off oxygen, making you choke, your hands gripped his wrist trying to pry him off of you.

“You did me a favour?” he snapped.

“You killed my girlfriend and best friend, right in front of me, you’re a god, damn sociopath.” He growled, tightening his grip around your neck, making you gasp.

You couldn’t really answer him back, or insult him, but you were fading quickly, your lungs burned from the lack of air you were receiving, black spots started to appear across your vision, your eyes watering, your body went limp. Your eyes fluttering closed, before you could even pass out, you felt his grip on your neck being released.

You opened your eyes, gasping for air, then coughing. You looked up to see Rhys pinning the guy to the wall, one of his hands gripped the guy's throat, while he gave him a murderous look. If looks alone could kill, then that guy who choked you would be dead.

“Listening here, you fuckin’ douchebag, if you ever fucking put your hands around my girl's throat again, I’ll torture you in ways you’ve never imagined.” Rhys spat out. His hand tightened around the guy's neck, making the guy choke.

You let out a huff, getting up slowly and picking your shotgun up then walking towards him. You put your hand on Rhys' shoulder, rubbing it softly. Rhys turned his head back towards you, his gaze softening as he looked at you.

“Let’s get out of here, he can go back home, and we can go back to our hideout before more of those meat puppets come.” You spoke with a raspy voice.

Rhys thought about it for a second, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, but then his expression started to change once he looked at the guy, he was strangling, his facial expression turned into anger again. Making you slightly panic.

“He hurt you.” He growled through gritted teeth, tightening his grip. You could tell the guy was slowly slipping into unconscious.

“Rhys.” You pleaded, but he wasn’t listening, all his attention was on the guy he was strangling the living daylights out of.

“Please, I want to go back to the bunker, I don’t want to stick around here and wait for more zombies to come and trust me there will be more of those meat puppets.” You pleaded again, making Rhys stop.

He let out a sigh, before slowly releasing his grip on the dudes’ neck, making the guy drop to the floor, grasping his neck and coughing.

“If I ever see you again, I will put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours, you understand me.” Rhys threatened, making the guy nodded his head frantically, Rhys gave him one last murderous look, before turning around towards you, his eyes scanning the marks on your neck, he gave you a pained look, but then it turned into a look of rage, whilst his fingertips touched the marks. You could tell he was thinking about hurting that guy again.

“Let’s go.” You sighed before he could even think about turning back around, and hurting that guy again, your hand wrapped around Rhys wrist, pulling him out of the room and down the stairs, then down the other stairs then exiting the apartment.

Your eyes widen as you heard that annoying moan and shuffling of feet. You turned your head to the direction of the sound, letting out a curse as you saw a herd of them making there way over to the guy's car, now he couldn’t go back at all, and you knew for sure he couldn’t defend himself from a herd of zombies, so he definitely had to come back to the bunker with Rhys and you.

“Let’s go.” Rhys spoke, noticing the herd of zombies as well, his hand holding yours while he intertwined his fingers with yours, you dug your feet into the ground when he tried to flee with you, making him turn around towards you giving you a questioning look.

“Wait, we can’t just leave him inside, he can’t defend for himself, heck he couldn’t even defend himself, his girlfriend and friend from one of them, what makes you think he is going to survive a herd of them.” You spoke, making Rhys give you a ‘are you serious’ look.

“So, I don’t care about him, he literally tried to kill you about five minutes ago, and you want to save his ass?” Rhys shouted, staring at you like you have grown two heads.

“And failed, the idiot can’t even strangle a person right, I bet he would have let go once my eyes closed.” You responded.

“Don’t bet on your life y/n.” Rhys scolded you, slightly looking behind you, then looking back at you.

He let out a scoff, letting go of your hand, then ran his hand through his hair.

“Fine, I’ll go get him, stay here.” He huffed, turning back around and walking into the apartment, but stopped at the doorway when he saw the guy he was meant to get, walking slowly down the stairs.

Rhys rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed he had to save this wankers ass.

“I’m sorry about this, well not really, it’s just easier if you aren’t struggling.” Rhys spoke, walking up to the guy and slamming his head rather forcefully against the stair rail. Finn quickly blacked out, making Rhys smile.

Rhys picked the guys body up, slugging it across his shoulder and walking out of the apartment, he took ahold of your hand and pulled you away from the oncoming herd of zombies.

The two of you ran into the forest, dodging tree branches as you’s both ran faster, the two of you’s only slowed down once you’s reached the familiar sight of the bunker. The two of you’s made a beeline to it, opening the door and going inside.

Rhys shot you look of annoyance.

“You better hope he doesn’t put any of the other people here at risk, cause if he does, no matter what you try to say to change my mind on killing him it won’t work.” Rhys growled, walking down the stairs and leaving you all alone at the top of them.

You let out a sigh, running your fingers through your hair.

“What if I made a mistake bringing that dude here, I mean he did try to kill me, though it’s understandable I did kill his best friend and girlfriend, still what if he strangles the other people in the bunker, I mean grief does change people.” You thought to yourself.

“I have to put him in check.” you muttered to yourself, you quickly walked down the stairs, the shotgun still gripped tightly in your left hand. You grabbed the first person you come across.

“Do you know where Rhys went with that guy?” you asked the woman, the woman only gave you a confused stare, having no clue what you were talking about.

“The dungeon.” A young boy spoke, making you let go of the woman to turn to the young boy, you gave him a thankful smile.

“Thank you.” You spoke, making the young boy smile. Before you could turn around you felt hands wrap around your leg. You looked down to see the young boy holding onto your leg, looking up at you with scared eyes.

“Y/n/n, is the guy that Rhys took to the dungeon a bad guy?” he asked you, as your fingers ran through his hair trying to soothe him.

“I don’t know, I hope not, but if he is, I promise I won’t let him hurt or and anybody here.” You answered the young boy smiled up at you, happy with your answer. He hugged your leg before letting go and running off.

You let out a sigh, before quickly rushing off towards the dungeon, you opened the door to see Rhys towering above the guy. He was tied up to a chair his head slumped downwards.

You walked over towards the table, that held the weapons. You gently put the shotgun on the table picking up the revolver, staring at it intently.

“I got this, Rhys, I’ll threaten him, and if he retaliates or hurts anyone else in this bunker or even betrays me, then I’ll kill him, with no hesitation.” You spoke.

Rhys turned his head to look at you. Your back was faced towards him, as you continued to look at the revolver. Rhys rolled his eyes at you, not that you could see it.

“What if, he just lies and agrees then when you undo the ropes, he attacks you and kills you.” Rhys grumbled.

“He won’t if he's smart then he will choose to be in my good books.” You replied dryly.

“He tried to kill you, y/n, he strangled you, he had his hands wrapped tightly around your throat, he was choking the living daylights out of you, and you want him to agree to be in your good books. Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds, did you lose brain cells while being choked? He should be dead, heck we should have left him in that god damn apartment, or you should have put a god damn bullet in his headfirst, then killed those bitches that were with him, not bring him here-” Rhys ranted.

“Besides…. They all show mercy when you play Russian roulette with them.” You smirked, interrupting Rhys from his tirade, you grabbed a bullet for the revolver, you finally turned to face him, Rhys angry expression dropped into a smug look.

“Fine, but I’m waiting by the door inside this room, I don’t trust him, if he is capable of strangling you then he is capable of much worse.” Rhys huffed, while you continued to smirk.

“Oh, he won’t ever cross me again.” You smirked, smiling at him.

Just as Rhys was about to respond, a loud gasp cut him off, your head, as well as Rhys, turned towards the guy that was slowly lifting his head up, letting out small whimpers and coughs.

He tried to move, but he couldn’t he was restrained, his eyes widen, as he looked down, noticing ropes wrapped around him, his head snapped up to see you and Rhys, he glared at the both of you’s, but his eyes caught sight on what was in your hands, a revolver. His heart quickened, but a glare remained on his face still, he couldn’t show you’s two any sort of fear, though on the inside he was scared shitless.

“I’m going to give you one warning boy, and you better be wise and show mercy.” You spoke, still standing next to the table.

“You killed my girlfriend and best friend, and you want me to show mercy, go to hell.” He spat out, making you chuckle darkly. Finn gulped, as you took a step forward.

“Figured you’d say that, so let’s play a little game.” You taunted, as you stood in front of him. Finn looked up at you, slightly trembling as he looked into your eyes, they looked dead, void of emotion.

You let out a hum as you looked down at the revolver, putting one bullet into the chamber then, clicking it back in, you spun the cylinder, all the while smirking while doing it.

He gulped when he felt the barrel of the gun being pressed to his forehead, he closed his eyes tightly waiting for the bullet to enter his skull, but nothing came, only a click.

You let out a tsk sound, before pulling the trigger again, and getting the same response, this only made you smirk. Finn shook in fear, his heart thumped harder against his ribcage, his whole body trembled, while he started to regret ever coming to this ghost town, he started to regret his actions of strangling you.

“You’ll be amazed by how many people show mercy when their life is about to end.” You chuckled, pulling the trigger again, only to hear a click.

“They beg for mercy, they plead for you to spare their miserable life, they even cry, or they give up information, it’s quite pathetic really.” You ranted, pulling the trigger again, making Finn sob, tears fell from his eyes, but he didn’t plead for mercy, which only added more fuel to the fire.

“You know boy, I didn’t feel an ounce of regret for shooting your best friend and girlfriend, though I do regret not killing you, maybe I should have let Rhys kill you, you’re lucky I had sympathy for you and took you in, I should have left you there, but I didn’t because I’m not that evil, but yet I have this nagging feeling that you are you going to kill me in this bunker all because I killed your girlfriend and best friend, cause they got bitten and scratched.” Continuing your rant, pulling the trigger again, but no bullet came out.

“It’s not my fault you three stumbled across this town, heck I don’t blame you for exploring it, the government hide this from everyone, so well, taking us off the maps, avoiding the problem, but the fact that you strangled me really pisses me off, if I didn’t kill them, then they would have killed you in an instant, they don’t remember their lives before they turned into zombies, so you could try to reassure them, talk them out of it, but they cant register a word you are saying, all they care about is eating you alive.” You hummed, smirking at the cylinder as you noticed that it was finally on the bullet.

“So, moron, since you aren’t going to show me any mercy, might as well just end your life quickly, you’ll be with your girlfriend and best friend in no time, and I’ll be still killing zombies.” You concluded, just as your finger touched the trigger, He spoke up.

“M-mercy, I show mercy, I yield, I-I’m s-sorry, I regret strangling you, I’m sorry please don’t hurt me, please, I won't ever hurt you again, please, I won't kill you, please, j-just spare my life.” He pleaded, his voice shuttering.

You let out a content hum, lowering the gun to your side, you lowered your head down towards his ear, making him whimper.

“If you ever betray me or retaliate, I will put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours or feed you to those meat puppets.” You hissed, pulling away from him, you gave him one last cold glare before you turned around, walking towards the table, where you got the revolver from you put it down, and turned back around towards him, a smirk graced your face, making him tremble even more.

“Rhys here will show you to the kitchen, you must be pretty hungry and thirsty after all that chaos.” You spoke, you turned around to Rhys, then turned back to the guy again, he honestly looked like he was about to pass out.

“Oh, I forget to ask, what was your name again?” you asked, titling your head to the side and waiting for his response.

“F-Finn.” He gasped out, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Well Finn, you are in safe hands now, though you will have to start training, Rhys can help you with that.” You replied, turning back around and walking towards the door, as you passed Rhys you gave him smug look, silently telling him ‘told you he would show mercy’. Rhys just rolled his eyes, as you walked out the door.

Rhys turned his attention to this Finn guy, glaring at him, but Finn avoided all eye contact with him.

Rhys took slow intimidating steps towards Finn until he reached him, he gripped Finn’s throat tightly, making Finn gasp for air, tears falling from his eyes even more.

“Listen here you ungrateful little shit, if you ever, ever, you hear me, hurt my girl or even think of hurting her, or betray her, I’ll make your life so miserable you’ll want to end your own life.” Rhys growled.

“I, s-said m-mercy.” Finn choked out, as best as he could.

“Actions speak louder than words, buddy, and if all your words where lies, then I will gladly kill you, your life means nothing to me.” He hissed, squeezing Finn’s neck a little tighter.

“I-I w-wont h-hurt h-her, I-I p-promise.” Finn choked out.

“Good, now let’s get you something to eat.” Rhys grumbled, letting go of Finn’s neck, Rhys took out his pocketknife, opening it up in front of Finn, all the while smiling down at him. Finn gulped while trying to breath normal again.

Rhys cut the ropes, once he finished cutting all of the ropes, he then put his pocket knife back in his back pocket, gripping Finn’s shoulder roughly and pulling him up, Rhys pushed Finn in front of him, making Finn stumble a bit before he gained his balance, Finn turned his head to the side to see Rhys giving Finn an annoyed look.

“Let’s go.” Rhys grumbled, pushing Finn out of the room.

He should have stayed home, he should have tried harder to try to persuade his girlfriend and bestie to stay home, he should have explored the second floor with them, he should have been the one scratched or bitten by that zombie, he should have never strangled you, well he should have just put a bullet in your skull, but still, then he would have regretted it you were only doing what you were used to, but that still didn’t make him forgive you, you shot them without hesitation, if he would have run away then he would have never be stuck here with a couple who were sociopaths, in the middle of nowhere. Why isn’t the government helping them? Do they know there are people still human in this town, that they need their help?”

He had to get out of this bunker, he had to get away from you and Rhys, so if that meant faking an alliance and faking being nice to you’s two then so be it, he still didn’t regret strangling you, you did kill his girlfriend and best friend, and for that, he would never forgive you, so if playing you and Rhys for fools was his only way out of this bunker then he would play you’s two for fools...

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whimsandvanillalattes · 4 years

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Hi everyone. I'm sorry I haven't updated "You?" for ages but some major shit has been going on in my life. I actually am writing it, but at a snail's pace so it's taking eternity lol. But this is umm a rant post (that I'll probably delete later) because I have some things bottled up and I don't really have anyone I can share all of this with so

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of suicide

Sorry I didn't add the cut. I'm on my phone and idk how you add the cut on the Tumblr app 😅

So we have this school group chat in which our entire batch is added. Yesterday, a friend of mine sent a panicked message to the gc asking if anyone could contact another friend (let's call her M), or if anyone had M's younger brother or parents' contact info. I wasn't in school at that time and I only saw those messages much later but the entire gc and everyone who was in the school at that time went into a frenzy, the principal was informed and the school contacted her parents. Later, M texted "are you guys dumb" in the gc.

What happened was that M posted a suicide note on her Instagram account. The one she posted on was her "spam acc", and she only had like ten or so close friends added on it. Since I don't follow that account, I haven't seen the note myself, but everyone who saw it panicked, and tried to contact her but couldn't. The school contacted her parents and advised her friends to go to her house, which they did. From what I hear, she hadn't attempted suicide yet but she was obviously planning on it. And though I haven't seen the note myself, from what I hear, it was pretty largely based on her parents' unrealistic expectations and the amount of stress and pressure they put on her, combined with the stress of A levels and College Aps (I won't write all the details here, I know the amount of pressure they put on her both from what she's told me herself and from what I heard in this incident but it's all her private life. But she feels that she's never good enough for them). The friends who went to her house talked to her for ages, trying to console her and encouraging her to talk to them, but they say her mom, who was home, wasn't really behaving like she should have been around a daughter who was seriously considering suicide. Rather than being concerned about her daughter, she was more pissed at the fact that M hadn't told her what was bothering her and that she felt insulted by it. M apparently even asked her when she listened to her and her mom was like I always do. And after a while, M told them to leave because her dad was going to come home soon and it would be worse if they were still there when he came. Plus she didn't come to school today.

The thing is, I've thought about suicide too. Thing is, I'm not suicidal or depressed. It's just that committing suicide is something I've thought about. As recently, a recurring thought in my head whenever some shit happens or I feel like crap (which is often) is that I should just die. When I think rationally, I know I don't want to die, but at times everything feels so overwhelming that I really can't think of anything else.

And pressure from parents is something I relate to most, so this incident with M really shook me. Soon after I got to know a this today, I had an argument with my mom over the phone, and another one when I got home and mentioned M and the note in the passing. My mom was of the view that M and other kids our age don't really know "real problems" and we didn't have any major issues that could lead to suicide. And that hit really close to home, and we had an argument. Honestly, it seems like every time I talk to my mom, we end up arguing. She ends up feeling offended when I haven't said anything at all, and I get annoyed with her too. It feels like we have no tolerance for each other at all anymore. And it's been like this for a while. I'm a disappointment of a daughter for her. And both my parents, especially my dad, are very strict about studies, and my grades have been constantly dropping, so that's a reason why I get constantly scolded by both too. Plus I have uni applications to stress about, and my grades as well. And I know it's my fault too, I procrastinate a lot and don't study the way I should but I just don't have the motivation.

And I'm an introvert, so my parents have a problem with that too and apparently I should become"less of an introvert". They think I can't interact with people, because I don't like going everywhere with my mom (e.g. meeting neighbors my parents' age at ALL of their little meet ups, etc). I really just want to escape, and there are times when I stay in school for much longer than I need to and hangout with friends because I don't want to go home.

It feels like I'm just in a bad place right now. Ik it's not that bad and others have it worse than me but I just don't know how to get out of here.

So, ummm I'm done with the rant. Thanks if you read till here, and I'm sorry you had to deal with this. I feel much better after this rant haha. I'll update "You?" soon!

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fanartfunart · 5 years

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..Ok I wasn't sure whether or not to send this to you buuuut since you're reading it, that means I did it! First of all, I want to say that I *adore* your work, I think half of all AUs I follow might be yours and everything you draw is just sssoooo soft and pretty and aaaaa. Second (and the thing I was anxious about sending)... I have a (vague) idea for a Sanders Sides AU I just came up with and already got attached to. Problem is, I'm.. not all that involved in the fandom nor do I have (1/2)

enough of a plot in mind to write it as a full-blown fanfic. The next thing that came to mind was an askblog, which would probably work best but I’m scared nobody will notice it/send in questions/I won’t be able to maintain it for longer than a week or so/I’ll get too caught up in trying to make art for it I’ll barely post anything. Main point of my question is.. Do you maybe have any advice to spare? Sorry this got so long and rambly ^^“ Thanks for reading this far! (2/2)

First things first, Congrats on being brave enough to send the message! (and glad you enojy my work!)

As for your askblog idea, I’ve certainly got some suggestions to spare! My first being, have fun with it! Explore your idea, know your limits, do your best and you’ll probably be ok!

((rest under the cut))

I’d certainly suggest giving yourself a back-log of little one-shots/doodles/ect if you’re scared of not posting often or regularly. You can make it your safeguard.

Maintenance, is a bit more iffy, and really depends on what’s going on in your life, (I’m terrible at maintaining things) But, I’d say feel free to answer questions via text when you can/appropriate, take advantage of the queue, (I found out that you can press the alt/option key (on mac at least) on an ask and you can save it to the queue/drafts, which has become a lifesaver) and maybe keep to a simpler style for asks, especially if you get a lot.

For getting people to ask questions~

First, make your initial post. This can take a LOT of forms and shapes, but, the key point is that it needs to introduce your main characters, their current relationships, the setting, and your key plot motivator (ie: daydream au, I had Roman (initially just implied) running away, and subsequently meeting, and reacting to meeting, Patton, Logan, and Virgil (and them reacting to him in return)) With that:

A: don’t give them all the answers! (Should be obvious but I can’t believe how often I see people just giving away everything.) You should leave your readership with enough information that they know what’s going on, but just enough left out that they’re like, ‘hey! what about this!!!?’

B: give your askers a place in the story. Either literally or figuratively. You’ve gotta have your characters interact w/ the askers somehow, give them some staying power.

C: Give your askers information about the characters that they don’t know about each other/their situation! it’ll engage your readers and make them go ‘hey hey hey wait, we’ve gotta help them figure this out!!’

D: let your characters lie to the askers! Let them exaggerate! Let them disagree and interact! (just make sure that you portray it as them actually doing so. if a character isn’t prone to lying, make the character nervous about it. If a character IS prone to lying, and is good at it, make sure the reader knows it, and maybe have the characters who know better call them out.)

In the end, you should be guiding your askers to the key plot points, and your askers will guide you in return. And, if you’re stuck or don’t have many asks in the askbox, post a comic or fic or something to get the ball rolling again!

Now, for the whole noticing thing:

A: tagging, use the tags for everything that applies. The key ones for a sanders sides au would be: [au name: ie Daydream AU], Sanders Sides and/or Sanders Sides au, [Character(s) involved in post/ask: ie Patton Sanders], [particular character traits important to au/post/ask: ie Unicorn!Patton, Shapeshifter!Patton, ext (I… don’t think the ‘!’ is super important anymore, but it’s a habit for me)], TS Art and/or Sanders Sides Art, [type of au (if applicable): ie Fantasy AU], [your personal art tag: ie Fanart’s fanart], [trigger/squick warnings if applicable], [other story-specific tags: ie hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, ect.]

put your most important tags in the first 5-ish tags. Do Not tag Every character unless they’re all there. Also, if you’ve got Deceit as a character (even if he’s a minor character), there’s been a Sympathetic Deceit, Villain Deceit, and Manipulative Deceit tag set-up, so I suggest using those as well as applicable (and, tbh, I’d say use the villain/manipulative thing for any of them if you happen to have that)

Then, some people also have tags for the askers, (I personally just have a ‘answered asks’ tag ((that I often forget))

B: if you think you can maintain it, I suggest using a tag-list and/or a master-post ((the master-post got hard for me to maintain personally, but it was helpful in the begining)) The taglist will notify people when you update, and will keep them coming back! the master-post will help people navigate the story, and will introduce newbies pretty nicely. However!! you can also use a chronological link if you’re using a blog purely for the au! this is the set up:

your-blog’s-url-here.tumblr.com/tagged/whatever-your-au’s-main-tag-is/chrono

Linking in bio just type in:Insert Link Here”> insert whatever you want the link to read as here .

into the description. (note, you MUST have the quotes around your link)

(you can’t copy-paste into descriptions (which is plain annoying), and spaces will have “%20″ instead of a space and if you put it as a link in your description it won’t work, which is something I learned the hard way.)

C: self-reblog. Reblog back to your main/most popular blog, do time-zone reblogs, do night/morning reblogs, whatever, just get yourself out there.

…. I also touched on this subject a while ago too (tho less in-depth cause I wasn’t on my computer), and that’d likely be tagged as ‘ask blog’ or ‘advice’ so idk, maybe look at that too, I might’ve missed something here that I touched on there.

Hope this helps, sorry it’s so long!

#ask blog #ask blog advice #advice

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munjade · 5 years

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do not reblog

finally making the post for mobile. let me know if the cut doesn’t work

Rules--

Before we interact you must…

have a properly displayed muse

have easily accessible posted information regarding your muse in a section or page

have easily accessible posted rules / guidelines in a section or page

for AU’s, you must have posted information regarding your muse within the fandom universe in its own section or page

make sure I am following you

cut threads

I Won’t

roleplay sex, generally. there may be a few exceptions, but keep the standard that i probably won’t. sexual content, perhaps, if all muns involved are over 18.

tolerate any sexual advances toward myself ooc

roleplay inserts

always follow back, nor will I follow personals

tolerate pressuring, be it to rp in general or consistent pestering to answer threads

answer everything in my inbox. It’s not often I ignore asks, but I won’t answer something if it violates my rules. If I have difficulty answering something, I will privately message senders or make public inquires about anonymous messages.

Please Don’t:

reblog meme asks. I don’t mind this so much, but it keeps things cleaner when they’re moved to a new post.

reblog inbox answers for non starter memes. examples would be mun opinions and the like but extend to headcanons and other writing. violators will be asked to delete the post and may be blocked.

reblog threads you are not a part of. warnings will be given to violating rp blogs, but personals will be instantly blocked.

reblog personal posts, especial images of myself. violators will be instantly blocked.

I am open to

multiple threads

duplicates of other muses (i do not rp duplicates of my own muse, but I usually have other muses in the fandom which I will be more than happy to interact with there, no twins etc)

shipping, though I will be highly selective, possibly exclusive. I will not instant ship, but I don’t mind developing our muses’ relationship privately over DMs.

mutli verse and/or polyshipping as befits all the muses and muns involved

rping toxic relationships of any sort

angst and/or triggering threads, though I would prefer to discuss the thread and tagging beforehand

crack threads

select AUs

ask/tagged initiated threads/starters but I ask for some warning if they are not from a meme or other prompt

responses of any length, so long as it is enough to reasonably work with for the pace of our thread

group threads

generally questionable plots. regardless of whether or not I approve of such practices ooc isn’t usually relevant. this is fictional, exploration of an idea– not a real-world execution of that idea. Feel free to DM for details.

Please Also Note:

I do not require length to be matched and may not always match partner’s length. I will respond as much as I feel I am able to or that I feel is necessary.

If my response is inadequate, difficult to respond to, or otherwise distasteful, FEEL FREE to ask me to redo my response.

Understand that my selectivity will depend on my comfort level and that I am not obligated to explain myself.

I tag all my threads as “thread”

I tag my partner’s url

if partner’s url changes, I will tag both old and new urls for the first response then only the new url going forward.

I generally tag triggers as “trigger tw”. same with general cw’s. i’m not the best with tagging, so let me know if I should watch for stuff in particular

my activity is generally a joke, but I’m constantly lurking, so feel free to drop a message

I am incredibly anxious. It doesn’t matter if we have late night conversations for like a month straight i will still be afraid to talk to you every. single. time. so always feel free to come whack me on the head or smth

while I can be very laid back / crack-ish, I do prefer to explore darker themes and my thread responses are much more serious than I come off as.

Blacklisted / Ask to Tag:

nsfw (for general safe scrolling)

“little space” related

“daddy,” “mommy,” etc

a/o/b related

pregnancy related

vivid depiction of sensory / memory alteration (particularly in images, but not excluded to)

unreality (also especially, but not limited to, images)

Of course I can’t require people tag these, but I will most likely not follow you if your post these regularly and do not have some warning which will be picked up by blacklist applications.

In regards to the sensory alteration, I mean things like seeing/hearing/etc things that aren’t there, mis-remembering or outright tampering with memory, etc. It’s kind of situation to situation on what gets me, but when it does it tends to hit me pretty hard. If you have any questions about it, fire away! [ example text post ]

On unreality, this somewhat relates to the above, I use this as a catch all phrase for images, vivid descriptions, and most especially videos/gifs of things that basically don’t behave or seem to behave as they should. Sometimes, I’ve seen these things tagged as “trippy” and the like, but they those posts tend to be too…idk how to put it. Extra? What tends to get me is when things are going fairly linear and then suddenly go for a loop. That’s not the greatest description, but here’s a few posts that have triggered me the worst that I’ve slowly gotten used to. There are also things which should seem fine or normal but aren’t. If anyone has a better description for this, by all means let me know! example posts [ one ] / [ two ] / [ three ] + a weird image that also gets me for some reason. hmvent is actually a blog I use to store things that trigger me so I can slowly get used to them or try and figure out what it is / why these things get to me.

ABOUT MUN

basics

Name: Jade/Cova Age: 19 Birthday: April 1st (no joke) Height: 4ft 8in Residence: California Timezone: GMT -8

identity

Pronouns: he/him (rarely, she/her) Gender: genderfluid Romantic Attraction: panromantic, polyamorous Sexual Attraction: fraysexual, aegosexuality Ethnicity: Filipino-Italian

personality

MBTI: ENTP Horoscope: Aries Sun, Capricorn Moon, Scorpio Rising Alignment: Chaotic Neutral HP Houses: Slytherin Ennegram: 3w4 Force Alignment: Sith

A few other things to note;

I have very little time to access a desktop but can access most things through the tumblr app, mobile site or mobile version of the desktop site.

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Hi! Let me start off by saying how much I love your writing, it always makes my day a little brighter whenever you post something. Also I’m not sure if you’re taking prompts or not, but I thought that you have fun with this idea. So What about Lance as a robot, an Android that’s somehow been able to have human emotions and an actual soul, maybe bc of quintessence or smth. Like what if the galra made him and he somehow ends up with the team and they find out about him. Idk it’s up to you really.

Holy fucking shit man, I love this prompt! I went with a kind of Astro Boy kind of vibe if you haven’t seen it; first of all, how? Second of all, go watch it, some parts will destroy you. I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Since he was a little kid, some things just didn’t connect at some points. He knew that he belonged in his family, he was in all the family pictures since he was a little kid, he was always treated as family by everyone that he lived with, and his parents were protective like he always remembered them being.

But sometimes, he just felt like things weren’t right.

He thought that it started after he and his family had gotten in a car accident; because he was feeling sick that day, he got in the front seat and his mom had sat in the back seat with the rest of his siblings. All he remembered from the incident was seeing a car’s headlights heading straight towards him.

When he looked up pictures of the crash after waking up later and saw that the entire front passenger side was caved in.

He was lucky to be alive. Lucky, that the only lasting damage was a coma.

After waking he found that his family would sometimes act differently around him. Shoot him strange looks when they thought he wasn’t looking. He never asked them about it, it wasn’t much of his business but he always felt like his siblings would spend more time without him than ever before.

It was the opposite for their parents though, it seemed like they were always hovering around him. They were always asking how he was feeling, if anything was off with his body after the crash but he always said no, understandably to their relief.

Being in a family of programmers, engineers, and many other extremely intelligent people, he thought that it was expected from him to shoot for the stars; quite literally in his case. They had always been supportive of his dreams, going so far as to tutor him when he had trouble, help him with his applications, and go through their connections to give him a better chance at being accepted. But suddenly, when he gotten his acceptance letter and joyfully shared the news with his family, they decided that they didn’t want him to go.

They were adamant that he wouldn’t be going to the Garrison. He wouldn’t be following his dreams anymore.

He cried and begged, pleading for any sort of explanation. Why did they not want him to be happy anymore? Why didn’t they want him to see the stars?

In the end, he snuck out to the last bus to the Garrison with only a single duffle bag filled with memories from his family. He couldn’t make it to the building before he was calling his mamá and apologizing for leaving. She screamed at him, demanding that he come back home but he could only tell her that he can’t give up on his dreams, and he wasn’t going to be going home until they could accept that.

It turns out that he never got to see if they accepted his decision or not.

He didn’t know why his family had started acting strangely around him but he didn’t often question it either. The crash was traumatizing for all of them, even if he didn’t exactly remember it.

Everything changed when they were battling the Galra, as most of their life-changing moments did. Everything had to happen with dramatic flare these days.

Being captured was high on the list of undesirable things to happen to the team. Especially when they were all together like this. They had taken Hunk and Lance first, taking the opportunity to grab Pidge while she was trying to figure out the centre’s computers. It was harder to capture Shiro and Keith but soon enough they were kneeling beside their teammates as well.

“So you are the paladins of Voltron? I have to say, I’m not very impressed,” the Galra commander smirked, his eyes drifting across their angry faces.

“Don’t underestimate us!” Keith growled, struggling against the soldier holding him. The commander let out a resounding laugh before striding forward and grabbing Lance by his hair and pulling him away from the line, to the loud disapproval of the rest of the team. He dragged him a few feet away and stood between the two groups.

“I’m giving you one chance paladins, surrender Voltron to me or I will shoot the Blue Paladin,” he threatened, pointing his gun towards Lance’s head.

“Don’t do it, guys!” Lance yelled panicked, wide eyes looking at his friends.

“Well,” the commander pushed.

“We won’t,” Shiro said sternly, trying subtly to loosen the soldier’s hold on his arms. The commander looked at him with narrowed eyes for a moment before shrugging and turning towards Lance.

“Alright,” he said calmly, his finger squeezing the trigger.

Without a sound, the laser left the muzzle of the gun, hitting Lance in the head. He slumped to the ground with an echoing thud. There wasn’t a single sound for a few moments until a horrified scream erupted from Pidge’s mouth.

They sobbed, screamed, and begged violently struggling against their guards trying to get to Lance’s side.

“Take them to the ship, we’ll see how the princess of Altea will take the news of her team’s capture and unfortunate loss,” he laughed, the soldiers nodded wrenching the distraught paladins to their feet and started dragging them towards the looming Galra warship.

“NO! LET US GO! LANCE! LAAAAANCE!” Hunk screamed, he strained towards him, only turning back in the right direction when the soldier hit him in the back of the head. Even as his vision went blurry from the hit, he looked back and his eyes widened in shock.

He was pushing himself up.

He went to shout his name with a smile but stopped when he finally got to his feet.

Half of his face was gone. Instead of the gore and blood that he expected, all he could see was gleaming metal and sparking wires.

“Lance?” He whispered, in a blink, he was behind the commander and with a single punch, he was throwing his hand straight through his back and out his chest. With a final roar from the Galra, he toppled to the ground motionless.

The rest of the soldiers’ hands dropped away from the paladins and they stared at Lance in shock. His hand slid out of the Galra’s body without a struggle. Slowly his head turned to look at the rest of the soldiers.

“Survival mode has been activated, do not engage,” his voice was distorted and emotionless, though it still clearly sounded like Lance. The metal was still sparking, and the exposed eyeball was eerily illuminating the intact part of his face. His other eye matched and, was opened wide, the normal dark blue was glowing a bright blue.

The soldiers didn’t heed his warning and one of them charged at him, gun drawn and aiming. He shot off a couple of rounds, but it didn’t phase him and instead, he stomped towards him and grabbed his throat. The soldier started struggling in pain as he started squeezing, his eye didn’t move an inch until the soldier went limp in his grasp.

He only looked away when another soldier charged at him and without warning, sliced his arm clean off letting the soldier drop to the ground unmoving. He backed away in horror when Lance only turned towards him, the new stump sparking at the same beat as his face.

It was like the soldiers were just tiny germs in his path, with only a few quick punches they were on the ground, either unconscious or dead. He looked over at the team who was still reeling in shock.

“No enemies detected,” he said before he fell to the ground, back hitting the dirt with a thud.

“Excessive damage to external and internal assets, seek immediate repairs,” he droned on, laying on his back looking up at the stars.

After Shiro was able to snap through his restraints, he went to each of them and deactivated their bindings. Together, they cautiously approached their fallen teammate.

Kneeling at his side, they carefully looked over his body and tried to figure out a way to carry him back to the Castle in his shape. He didn’t turn his head to look at them, instead, they stayed glued looking up at the night sky, filled with stars from another galaxy.

“What are you, Lance?” Pidge whispered, eyes searching his figure for any clue. At the whisper, his body seemed to shake and for the first time, the glow dimmed in his eyes, returning to the ocean blue they remembered.

“I don’t know,” was the teary reply. They went to say more but again his entire body locked up and his eyes returned to their glowing state.

“Repairs required, shutting down,” he announced before his eyes shut and his body went limp. They cast frantic looks at each other before Shiro was picking him up and they started sprinting for the Castle. As they passed the bodies of the Galra, Pidge scooped up Lance’s disembodied arm and sprinted after them.

When Lance woke up, he wasn’t exactly sure where he was or what had happened.

“Lance?” He looked over and saw Hunk standing beside his bed looking at him with concern.

“Hey, buddy!” He said cheerfully, giving him a wide smile.

“Um, do you remember what happened?” He asked nervously, wringing his hands together.

“Not really? I mean I know that we went on a mission and stuff but after that, it’s pretty blurry,” he admitted, looking around the room to see the rest of the team gathered around his bed. “Why? Did something happen?”

“Yeah, something happened,” he replied. Lane waited for him to continue but it seemed like he was having trouble getting it out. Instead, he turned to Pidge who was sitting beside Hunk on her laptop.

“Pidge?”

Her fingers stopped tapping and she glanced at him nervously. His eyes flicked between her and Hunk before straying over to Shiro and Keith who were equally as silent.

“What happened? Is there something wrong with me?” He asked frantically.

“The short answer to both of those questions is that you’re an android,” Pidge said carefully, moving her body to face Lance completely. The spoon fell from his hand, clanking off the tray and landing on the floor beside the bed. His eyes were wide in shock before he burst out into laughter, clapping his hand on his leg.

“That’s a good one Pidge, you almost had me,” he chuckled, wiping a fake tear from under his eye. He glanced around but no one else was laughing, instead, they were looking down at the ground. “Pidge?”

“I know that’s a joke that I would make but it’s not Lance,” she insisted with a frown. His eyes darted from her to the rest of the group, quietly begging for one of them to crack a smile, but none of them did.

“But, robotics aren’t this far advanced, it would be in the news, it would be everywhere on Earth,” he argued, gesturing wildly with his hands. “Unless…I’m not from Earth?” he asked with a wince but Pidge only shook her head at him.

“Your programming is all in English and Spanish, you were made on Earth and we think we know why nobody knew about such an advanced robot,” she said, moving to her computer set up. He ignored the programming part and tried to focus on the information she was giving to him.

“Your creators; Rosa and Cortez McClain,”

His stomach dropped.

“Everything is in your main database; their research journals, their processes, everything that was needed to keep you running, they even included where you live,”

“Mom and dad?” He whispered weakly. “This can’t be true Pidge, it can’t! I remember being a little kid, I remember growing up!” He was tearing up in a panic, grasping at straws that were quickly being pulled away.

“In their journals, they talked about a fatal incident,” Pidge tried, looking at her screen quickly.

“The car accident,” he clarified without missing a beat. It was always stuck in the back of his mind like a looming shadow.

“I shouldn’t have survived it, I-I didn’t survive it. Lance didn’t survive it,” he corrected himself. His hands clenched at his sides, shaking slightly.

“Lance,” Hunk tried, moving forward to put a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t call me that,” he said weakly, brushing away the gentle touch.

“What?”

“I SAID DON’T CALL ME THAT! I’M NOT LANCE! I’VE NEVER BEEN LANCE!” He cried, eyes wide and filled with tears as he yelled at Hunk. With a gasping breath, he burst into sobs and hunched over, hiding his face in his hands. Hunk’s hand went to his back, gently rubbing up and down. As much as he wanted to wallow in his newfound misery, he was calming under the motions.

“What do you mean you’ve never been Lance?” Shiro asked calmly, coming to his other side and laying a hand on Lance’s shoulder. He gasped in an uneven breath, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

“The real Lance died in a car accident, I’m just someone-something that looks like him and has his memories,” he explained carefully. “I-I just feel like such an imposter,” he burst out with another sob. “This wasn’t the life that I was supposed to live, this is the life that Lance was supposed to live and I’m here instead,”

“We’ve never met the other Lance, we didn’t get to know him,” Keith said, finally stepping forward to stand beside Shiro. “We’re your friends, not his,”

“But if he was still alive, you probably would have been his friends,” he argued.

“But that’s not what happened! It’s unfortunate what happened, but this is the outcome and you’re our family Lance, we care about you,” Hunk broke in, startling Lance. He watched him with wide eyes.

“Family…” he trailed off suddenly in thought. Emotions raced across his face before settling on devastation.

“Lance, it’s pretty clear that your family loves you if they were willing to go this far to keep you with them,” Pidge reminded him, before patting him on the arm.

“You don’t understand,” he stated mournfully, turning to look at her with new tears streaked down his cheek. “I was made to be a replacement, what if I get back and they’ve just made another one of me?”

They sucked in a quick breath at the question. They were noticeably hesitant to answer if they had already replaced Lance once, what was stopping them from doing it again?

“Then fuck them,” Keith finally said. Their heads snapped over to look at him with shocked faces.

“Keith?”

“Seriously, fuck them. They shouldn’t doubt that you’re alive; when Shiro went missing, I never gave up hope that he was alive. The same with Pidge, and now she has proof that Matt is alive,” he said gesturing first at Shiro, then a beaming Pidge.

“Sure, the Garrison can lie but what acceptable thing can they come up with? ‘Three teens go missing during a lockdown?’ My dad is gullible but even he would know that something is up,” Hunk said with a smile, which Lance tentatively returned.

“I’m apologizing in advance for the shit that I’m going to go through in the next little bit,” he said quietly, a frown sliding across his face again. They huffed good-naturedly before wrapping him in a group hug.

“Don’t worry Lance, you’re only human,” Shiro soothed. Immediately, his mood plummeted again and he sagged a bit in their arms.

“But am I?” he asked quietly. The arms tightened around him.

“Of course you are, it doesn’t matter what you’re made up of,” Pidge said, squeezing him as much as she could. “You laugh,”

No matter where they were, no matter what was happening, Lance could always make light of the situation. When she felt down, a mischievous smile in her direction had her perking up, waiting for what Lance was going to do. Maybe he’d throw in a joke, or pull off a prank, most of the time he would stand there laughing at himself if the joke fell flat. She could see that sometimes, he would joke more for their sake.

“You cry,” Hunk added.

Days and nights spent in the kitchen, with Lance sobbing over a mug of watery space cocoa. Arms squeezing around his body trying to take as much comfort as Hunk could bear to give. When it came to Lance, he could take it all if he wanted. The nights in the kitchen came more and more often the longer they cruised through space, the possibility of returning home growing lower as the days passed. He could only let out his emotions at this time of night when no one else was around and only trusted his best friend to stick it out with him.

“You get scared,” Keith said softly.

Lance wanted to be brave and he pulled it off well, but if you looked close enough, you could always see his hands shaking before every mission. You could see the hesitance in his eyes during a mission planning. He would look off to the side to avoid eye contact during practices when he was facing off with Keith, Shiro, or Allura. They were all scared and they knew they were all scared, but Lance was a lot better at hiding it.

“You care, Lance,” Shiro finished, brushing his fingers through Lance’s hair.

Every planet, every inhabitant got Lance’s full respect. When he was there to save somebody, he was in 100%. It didn’t matter if they were rude to him during a meeting, if they were in trouble, he would lay his life on the line for them. He tried to hide what hurt him to keep the team happy, he did whatever he could to present his best self so they didn’t have to worry.

“You’re you,”

“Thank you,” he whimpered, leaning into the hugs a little bit more. A wobbling smile was on his face and happy tears were rolling down his face.

“You don’t have to thank us for this Lance, we’re always going to be here for you no matter what you think of yourself,” Hunk said with a grateful smile.

Lance just let himself be for a few minutes. Just let himself feel the warmth radiating off of his family.

“You know,” Hunk suddenly sighed. “I love how you haven’t noticed that you’re missing an arm,”

“WHAT!” He yelped, flinging everyone off of him to look down at his arms. One was the familiar brown he had always been used to while the other was a sleek white and black metal. When he flexed his fingers, the joints lit up with a blue light. He looked up at Hunk with wide eyes.

“I don’t know how much of the fight you actually remember but we were able to transfer some of the “skin” on your arm to fix your face. Turns out that Alteans do not take cosmetic surgery lightly, so it’s nice and even too!” Hunk said, holding up a mirror for Lance to look in. Apparently, he was right because he saw the exact same face he always had.

“Your arm was completely useless though, so we made you a new one,” Pidge preened, scooting up to run her fingers up and down the arm.

“Okay, I guess that’s kind of cool,” he admitted, bringing it up to examine it more closely.

“Great, now would you like the bad news or good news first?” Hunk asked cheerfully despite what he said. Lance looked at him with a deadpanned expression before he let out a heavy sigh.

“Well, it can’t be any worse than any of the other news today, bad first,” he chose, looking back down to the arm.

“Okay, well, we aren’t exactly sure how Altean tech will work with yours, so we’re going to have to monitor you for a while,” Pidge said with a bit of a shrug. “We haven’t fully activated it so there won’t be much damage if there is a problem,”

“Okay, that doesn’t sound too bad, the good news?” He asked looking up at Hunk who was fully smiling.

“Shiro,” he said instead. Lance blinked in confusion looking over at their leader instead.

“We’re twining!” He exclaimed, batting at Lance’s new hand with his own metal one.

“Oh my god, that literally just made my day,” he laughed, as he leaned over to Shiro and gave him a one-armed hug.

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haynr · 5 years

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