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uwuwriting · 3 years

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Soulmates w/ Dabi, Shirakumo and Keigo

Request: Hello! I just read a few of your writings &I'd just like to say they're amazing! Anyways, may I request some hc's for a soulmate AU w/ Dabi, Shirakumo, & Hawks?(all separate)- anonymous

Soulmate Aus have a shit ton of tropes so I went for a different trope on each boy bc I love them all. My man Dabi has dipped the last few chapters and I’m getting kinda deprived, although I appreciate him not burning my baby Shoto to a crisp so we good. Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: angst with some fluff

Dabi/Todoroki Touya II Interchangeable eye color

-Dabi’s outlook on love is really negative.

-Growing up the way he did and in the environment he did, the possibilities in him believing or cherishing love and soulmates was low.

-When he got his soulmate sign he was around 12.

-It was the darkest moments of his life and he hated himself to no end.

-When he woke up on that fateful Sunday morning he thought that he was hallucinating.

-Then he imagined that this could be an after affect of his trauma, just like his hair.

-His mind though drifted to his soulmate.

-He didn’t have a mark up until now and your eye color changing was one of the many soulmate signs out there.

-As he stared at his left eye, the e/c orb staring back at him, he began to cry.

-Sobs wracked his body as he clutched his eye.

-This was unfair.

-He shouldn’t have a soulmate, what good could he be to anyone?

-He is a failure and he is gonna bring down his soulmate as well.

-So he hides it.

-Puts a patch over his eye to conceal the new color blooming around his iris and when his family starts questioning it he buys contacts.

-Natsuo helps him even though he doesn’t understand why his brother doesn’t want a soulmate.

-Years pass until he finally meets the person that has changed his life.

-Shigaraki was being a brat as usual, whining about needing new members for his little group.

-Dabi couldn’t care less.

-This whole charade with these losers would only aid him reach his ultimate goal.

-He didn’t care about Shigaraki’s shitty ideologies and otherworldly desires, he just wanted his revenge.

-His eyes scanned the so-called hide out in utter boredom, his gaze landing once again at the bar’s door left slightly ajar in case someone came looking.

-He didn’t expect for the door to open though.

-And as the grease old door creaked open a figure stepped into the room, clad in black from head to toe.

-A mask was covering half of your face leaving only your eyes visible.

-You scanned the place before your eyes landed swiftly on him, knocking the breath out of him as you locked gazes, e/c orbs baring into his own.

-The vibrant blue on your left eye had him gasping for air.

-It was stunning.

-You moved to talk to Shigaraki, your voice albeit monotone and cold, sent tingles up his spine making his hairs stand at attention.

-His eyes were glued on you, one of his hands subconsciously going to the left side of his face where his mark should be visible.

-It felt as if his contact burned his eye and he quickly took it off, not minding about possible infections since he didn’t wash his hands before touching his eYE DAMMIT YA NASTY AF.

-His body was drawn to you, his mind screaming at him to talk to you to go close to you.

-You knew he was your soulmate.

-You had known the moment you stepped into the bar; no one had such a beautiful blue hue in their eyes other than your soulmate.

-Despite your mutual desire to be close to each other you held off for months.

-Months of keeping distance, months of giving each other the cold shoulder.

-It would all reach a tipping point soon and Dabi would finally understand what it’s like to truly love someone.

-Until then though, suffer in your mutual pining.

Shirakumo Oboro II Red string of Fate

-The string around his pinky finger always lay motionless for years.

-It was slack and lifeless, no sign of his soulmate being remotely alive.

-It really worried him, he thought that he might be one of the few unfortunate individuals who didn’t have a soulmate.

-He talked to his friends about it and they all reassured him that his soulmate was just too far away from him so even if they tugged at the string he wouldn’t be able to feel it.

-This reassured him all throughout middle school.

-He started getting a little discouraged when he saw all his classmates getting their soulmate signs whether it be names tattooed on their wrists, one of their eyes changing color or a strand of their hair, other could hear faint music if they concentrated hard enough while others were unfortunate enough to feel their soulmate’s pain.

-Shirakumo was left staring at the red string surrounding his finger.

-He had thought about tugging at it, making the first step instead of waiting for the person on the receiving end.

-But on this day, the day when both Aizawa and Hizashi got their respective signs he found himself tugging at the string.

-At first he pulled lightly watching the string grow taught slowly and then go slack again.

-He waited for what felt like a century before tugging again and again, more force being put in his pulls every time.

-After an hour of waiting and tugging he was done.

-Eyes downcast with a frown on his lips, he was ready to let this whole soulmate thing go.

-At the end of the day he doesn’t need the universe to tell him who he should fall in love with; who he is destined to be with.

-Then he felt it.

-The lightest tug at his finger.

-His eyes followed the red string as it straightened a few times before going limb again.

-Aizawa walked in on him pulling the string like crazy, excited giggles leaving his lips when his soulmate responded with their own pulls.

- “Shota I did it. T-they answered!”

-This whole string communication business lasted until the first day of high school.

-As Oboro walked through the halls of UA he felt the string shift on his finger.

-It was as if it was wrapping tighter around his finger, almost to the point that it hurt.

-Maybe he was about to meet his soulmate that’s why the string was thinning.

-Wait, meet them??

-He wasn’t ready to meet them!!!

-What if they didn’t like him? What if his hair was a bit too cloudy for their likes? Oh god his hair must be a mess because he flew here. Maybe he can dash into one of the bathrooms and fix it real quick. Will he be too loud for them? What-

-Lost in his own thoughts he completely missed the person standing in front of him and soon he was crashing into them, a small grunt leaving his lips as he maneuvered himself to cushion their fall.

- “Oh God I’m so sorry, I was totally zoned out. Are you alright?”

- “Why are you apologizing? I ran into you.”

-He let out a chuckle as you scrambled off of him, dusting off your skirt before offering him a hand.

-As he took it he felt his pinky being released from the pressure.

-Right before your eyes you witnessed the red string that connected you both unwrap for your fingers, illuminating for a moment before completely disappearing leaving a sense of familiarity and warmth in its wake.

-You both stared wide eyed at each other before awkwardly introducing yourselves.

-It didn’t take long for you two to actually fall in love and if you’re being honest it’s was so easy to fall for him that you believed that even if you weren’t soulmates you would have loved him.

-Even after years, even after that fateful summer, the sense of his presence and his warmth never left you; it was as if he wasn’t gone and he was still somewhere out there.

-You were half wrong in that one….I think.

Takami Keigo/Hawks II Name tattoos

-He got his tattoo when he was 13.

-It had really awful timing if he was being honest.

-The hero commission was isolating him completely, even from the few friends he had made around the facility he trained in.

-He couldn’t even begin to imagine what they might do if they find out he had a soulmate.

-He truly wished he had a different soulmate sign or no soulmate at all.

-He did everything in his willpower to hide the calligraphy of your name on his left wrist.

-Bandaging it up, covering it with a watch even scribbling over it like he used to do when he was 9 and bored.

-But at some point it became harder to hide it, harder to conceal the beautiful name that was printed on his wrist.

-So he confided in someone.

-One of the caretakers at the commission had taken him under their wing ever since he was a wittle toddler, he trusted them with his life.

-When he approached them frantically grasping his wrist in attempts to hide the letters, they were both delighted and saddened.

-It was nice knowing that this poor child had someone out there that was meant for him and would make him happy, replace every single one of these awful memories with new ones.

-Memories he would like looking back to.

-But just like Hawks himself they knew that the commission wouldn’t allow this person to get involved with him, at any costs and they knew how far these people could go in order to guarantee Hawks’s undivided concentration.

-So they helped him; they bought him some make up to cover it up and taught him how to apply it correctly.

-By the time he was out of the hands of the commission *at least not in close reach* no one apart from them knew of his soulmate’s name.

- “Now listen here Keigo, I want you to take good care of them when you finally meet them. And never forget that you deserve nice things, don’t let anyone take your happiness away.”

-He did find his happiness.

-It didn’t happen right away but it did come sooner than he expected.

-He had learned about the new transfer student who began attending UA in the middle of the year.

-He never heard their name but he knew they existed.

-Turns out they were quirkless but were determined to become a hero despite their shortcomings.

-After a few months he bumped into them and oh lord his wings have never been puffier.

-He was relaxing on the roof, away from prying eyes and loud people, just him and the birds *he found his people at last*.

-When he heard the door open he almost leaped off the building but paused at the sound of a soft voice.

- “Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t know someone was up here.”

-Turning around he came face to face with the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes upon.

-For the first time in his life he stumbled over his words, a swift ‘It’s alright’ escaping his lips and before he knew what he was doing he was inviting you to sit with him.

- “Wow you can see everything from here.”

- “The view is better up in the sky if you ask me.”

-After a long pause he added. “I could show you if you want.”

- “How can I trust you? Hmmm?” you teased. “I don’t even know your name.”

-He let out a chuckle before continuing. “Could say the same for you but since I’m a gentleman I will grace you with my name. I’m Keigo Takami or Hawks if you wanna go with my hero persona.”

-He saw your eyes widen as you stared at him, your eyes darting to his covered wrists.

-Quickly you composed yourself straightening your shirt and extending your hand, the black letters of his name delicately engraved on your smooth skin.

- “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N L/N.”

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eatyourchancletas · 3 years

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SUMMARY | y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?

PAIRING | choi san x male reader

INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, angst

WARNINGS | violence, weapon usage/mention, adult language

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at this point y/n wondered why he followed his instincts. had he known it was a mafia on the other side of where he was, he could have gotten in his car, gone home to enjoy a cup of ramen, and then go to sleep. then again he didn’t know, so he blamed life’s cruelty.

“hey, good morning.” a soft voice brought him out of his thoughts. he glanced over at the familiar voice that belonged to the only person he’s seen in the past few days.

y/n said nothing, watching the other slide in a tray of steamy fresh food. “i noticed you eat a few things more than the others so i tried to give you bigger portions.”

“thanks,” y/n accepted the tray with no expression and seonghwa pursed his lips at the short answer.

at the tense atmosphere, seonghwa excused himself. he wasn't sure if he felt pity for y/n, but either way, he just wanted y/n to grow used to this new environment because one thing was certain and that was that y/n could never go back to his old life.

seonghwa sighed softly, "good morning."

y/n tilted his head at him, looking up at the second in command with dull eyes. he simply hummed in greeting, clearly not in the mood during the past five days.

the blonde gripped the tray, his patience running low with the older’s behavior. he's meaning well, he understands y/n, he does, but no one will get anywhere if there’s constant passiveness between the two.

“i threw in an extra cookie,” he gestured to the pastry, “i figured you’d like some extra sugar in your system.”

once more, y/n hummed, nodding his head lightly. it made seonghwa's blood boil—clearly, y/n wasn't vibing with him, and the last thing he thought of in this situation was the way y/n was being affected.

"hey, listen. your little silent treatment isn't gonna do jack here. you either socialize or stay down here, which isn't gonna happen because sooner or later they'll drag you up there. keep in mind you won't have anyone else to socialize with—forget your friends, family, everyone you had around before this. you'll be around us for as long as needed, maybe until your last breath."

y/n scoffed, looking away from seonghwa, something the older didn't take very nicely until he heard y/n’s meek reply, "you say that like it's easy."

the younger sputtered, handing y/n the tray of food, "i know it's hard, but just know each of us gave something up too. but, eventually, we all learned how to live with it,” seonghwa squatted to y/n’s level, “and you will too."

the doctor swallowed, taking the tray and finally making eye contact with seonghwa. they shared a small pained smile, and seonghwa made one last comment before heading back, "make sure you eat up—don't want you dying on me after i took all that time to make such delicacies."

y/n smiled to himself as he heard seonghwa shuffle to turn around. "thank you…i'll see you later…"

"sure will…” seonghwa’s chuckle ricocheted off the walls as he walked down the hall to the metal door. he pushed it open, making his way up the stairs and to the living room where a few of the others were gathered.

“hyung! just on time, we were talking about this upcoming mission we might have in a few days,” san commented as soon as he saw the older.

“is that so?” seonghwa mumbled in response as he sat down next to hongjoong, the other sipping iced bourbon from a glass cup.

“i’m not sure about it yet,” hongjoong set the glass down on the coffee table in front of him, “wooyoung still needs to gather more info before i verify anything. can’t be careless, remember?”

“totally, hyung. i’ll dig more into the client and have the info needed before morning.” wooyoung gave a reassuring smile to their boss, who simply hummed in return.

“by the way hwa,” hongjoong glanced at his boyfriend, leaning back into the leather couch and crossing his legs, “how’s the doctor?”

seonghwa blinked, “he’s fine, a bit down but he’ll get over it. so, in short, he’s behaved well these past days.”

hongjoong nodded, “that’s good, we’ll let him out tomorrow then. but right now i need you to go with san to the mechanic shop, make sure business is flowing well—which i don’t doubt. maybe visit mingi and yunho and see how well the loaning business has been. if i recall correctly, mingi said something about a few people not paying back on time; tell them not to get aggressive, we aren’t monsters after all.” there was a playful lilt to his tone, but they picked up on the seriousness behind it.

san got up, nodding at hongjoong’s orders, “we’ll tell yeo if anything happens.”

seonghwa followed suit, “we’ll see you later then,” he waved farewell without looking back at them.

wooyoung slid the folder over to hongjoong, the older raising a brow while taking it in his hands. “i gathered some info, it’s all in there—but to put it simply, i think we’ll gain lots of benefits after signing a deal with him. his name is yoo dongwoo, lives in seongnam.”

“that’s a bit too close to us, don’t you think?” hongjoong hums as he sets the folder down, resting his elbow on the armrest and his chin on the palm of his hand.

“yeah, it is. but i think it’d be worth it. he seems to have lots of connections, and so far he’s never had an issue with payments, transportation and business—” wooyoung’s attention is taken when the door leading to the basement is pushed open.

“people!” yunho blocks y/n, capturing the attention of the others in the room. the tallest holds his arms out in a way of grand gesture, bowing, “i present you, y/n-”

“that’s...not necessary…” y/n can feel his skin grow warm under the tense and awkward atmosphere. luckily it’s broken by the one and only choi san.

“well we haven’t properly introduced ourselves if you think about it,” he pushed himself into y/n’s space, the doctor tensing up a bit at the close intrusion. yunho watched san, stepping aside to give the two some more space,“i’m san! nice to meet you! i’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”

the cheerful boy grinned widely, dimples making an appearance while his eyes did the opposite. y/n blinked, processing how close san was before taking a small step back. he didn’t reply verbally, giving a small smile and a nod instead,

“you know me already,” yunho said while taking a seat at the table.

"you know me too," seonghwa walked in with a tray of cookies, baking gloves protecting his hands. "and take a seat."

y/n glanced at the table, not sure where to take a seat, but he guessed it didn't matter as long as he didn't sit near the boss.

"i'm hongjoong, the boss in case you didn't know," hongjoong watched the tray seonghwa placed on the table, waiting to grab a pastry.

"i'm mingi!" said male smiled as y/n hastily took the seat next to him.

"i'm wooyoung, but call me woo if you want!" wooyoung was on the other side of y/n, making the doctor sandwiched between him and mingi.

"yeosang," the said male sat across from y/n, an intensely bored expression taking over his features.

"did we miss anyone?" seonghwa rose a brow while taking off the gloves.

"oh right, jongho! he's our bodyguard," san gestured at the buff male that stood by the door.

y/n turned to look at him, jongho gently nodding his head at him and y/n doing the same.

hongjoong clapped his hands, capturing everyone's attention. "great, now with that out of the way, let's get down to business."

everyone nodded at his words, taking a cookie from the tray seonghwa placed on the table. y/n accepted the one san handed to him, smiling a bit at how caring the male had shown to be so far.

"we're heading out in the morning, i need everyone to get back to their usual jobs by evening so we'll try to make the exchange as quick as possible. everyone except y/n and yeosang will go, we need info and updates from the outside.

before we leave i need yunho and mingi to make sure all the parts we'll hand over are correct. i don't want mistakes. wooyoung and i will take care of the talking, san and seonghwa will stand by the nearest exit to make sure everything is in order. jongho you'll be with me and woo."

all nine of them nodded at hongjoong's orders. y/n voluntarily nodded, remembering seonghwa’s earlier words, “each of us gave something up too. but, eventually, we all learned how to live with it.” he knew he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, so he figured he’d make it a bit easier for himself.

"and i need you all to wear bulletproof vests under your clothes just in case. your guns must be locked and loaded, got it?"

"guns?" y/n blinked, capturing everyone's attention, "why are you guys willing to blow your organs out?"

wooyoung smiled, his head tilting a bit, "why are you willing to work for people who’s organs have been blown out?”

y/n opened his mouth before closing it and nodding in defeat, "fair point. i get paid for it, at least..."

they were all quiet before chuckling, the atmosphere feeling more warm and calm than what it was when they first gathered.

"has anyone seen y/n?"

his peers shook their head, speaking of the last time they saw said male. the doctor he worked with mentioned something that made the nurse worry even more.

"last thing i knew was that his car was towed since he never picked it up. didn't hear anything else though, but don't worry heeseung, maybe he picked it up afterwards."

heeseung, the nurse that had asked about y/n's whereabouts, sighed. "right...i hope so...see you guys tomorrow!"

his peers returned the smile and farewell.

as heeseung took a seat on the bus, he pulled out his phone. the first thing he did was go to the messaging app and open his and y/n's chat.

'hi :]

how are you?

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jaminjims · 4 years

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foreign bts 8th member {imagine}

anon request: Hi! I love your imagines!! Can I request a relationships with the members or life of a 16 year old foreign 8th member with ot7? headcanon or imagine (whichever you feel like) thank you!!!

a/n: thank you so so much for requesting bub! i loved writing this one (even though it is a little rushed) it made me think differently about some aspects of idol life, especially when looking at it from a foreigners point of view. but i really appreciate you anon, you will forever by remembered as my first requester so i really hope you enjoy this one love! ♡

pairing: platonic bts x foreign gender neutral!reader (i do have you refer to the older members as hyung though)

genre: not gonna lie, this one is pretty angsty because it deals with my experiences of how the kpop community reacts to foreign idols/young idols (that being said, not everything will be completely accurate!) but don’t worry! there are still some fluffy moments (the members just love you so much and want to protect you from the world)

warnings: bullying, loneliness, unhealthy coping mechanisms and destructive mentality

words: 2.6k

[disclaimer: when writing idol aus, i will only be focusing on the struggles of the reader, not of the idols themselves because i don’t personally know what struggles they go through and how they handle them.]

~**~

you were the youngest, and that really sucked sometimes

like for the fact that the members practically hovered over you and made sure that you were doing your school work correctly and actually completing it rather than putting it in the garbage disposal (which might've happened before) but hey! all the other members were pretty much finished with their schooling so it wasn’t fair the you still had to do yours

you have made that point multiple times only for the others to shut it down because you could basically make pockets with how full of holes that logic had

or when they fussed over you a little to much, “y/n, you’re not too stressed right?” “you’re sleeping enough right, maknae?” “here eat this, it’ll help you grow.”

you also found it hard in the beginning to really connect with anyone too. the drastic age difference between you and the others was intimidating and it didn’t help that you joined the group three years after they first debuted so everyone was pretty much like family and there you were, kinda just stuck in group that you felt like an outsider in

not to mention that you painfully stood out from them because for god sake’s you weren’t even korean

they didn’t know how to approach you either though. you were (still are) young and stubborn and had almost too much energy that you didn’t know what to do with

and even putting the group problems aside, school was also very difficult for you

your parents abruptly moved you to korea when you were young because of an amazing job opportunity so you were thrust into a schooling society that wasn’t the best

hell, you didn't even know korean the first two years you spent there

you were just... different in so many ways and that’s hard on a growing child. some of your first memories were of children laughing and pushing you because you ‘looked weird’ and ‘couldn't speak.’

and you pretty much had to deal with that kind of treatment all throughout middle school and even a little bit of high school (even after you had learned korean)

it was difficult for you to really be accepted by a society that would always see you as an outsider

so you grew up a rebellious angsty teen who was hard to really connect to because you were just so used to deflecting others opinions of yourself

and you just so happened to have a passion for dancing and singing (you were also pretty good at rapping) and that was enough to have bighit take a chance on this kid who was barely passing school

despite what everyone said about training and all the complaints about it, you actually loved it

you thrived in the type of environment where you had to constantly push yourself to be seen because you had always been pushed aside for how you looked and how you talked

sure, you missed your parents a whole lot and being a preteen only magnified that feeling, but in this dance studio, in this recording studio, is where you could really stand out in the best way possible and make an impact

you would show all the people that it was ok to be different, that you could still make it in a society that prioritized their beauty standards and had a set precedent for how you had to look

you were going to be the one to break stereotypes and actually do something

but it was because you were pushed so hard growing up, that you set ridiculously high standards for yourself and because of your mentality, if you didn’t reach those goals then you would practically hate and loathe yourself until you pushed yourself to do better

you grew to have this close looped mentality that was ridiculously unhealthy, but as long as you could prove yourself and succeed, right?

it was that mentality that placed you on bts and when you got the announcement that holy shit, you were going to be the eighth member? you had cried for the first time since you started training

and even though it was a group that was already formed, you went in the confidence in yourself that you would make your group members proud

but that brought the age difference back into play. it had always been the older kids that had picked on you, and you were defensive at first

it made you all the more motivated to seek their approval though, to make sure that they had no reason to see you as different from them, despite the way you looked and how old you were

and it was probably that fire in your eyes that drew them in

you were this little stubborn ball of energy that would concur anything in your path and still push yourself to do more

it was oddly through school work (the dreaded work) and your age that brought you guys closer

they could tell when you were struggling to get work done, and losing sleep over it. it would be the little things that gave it away, like you leaving your toothbrush out or you not putting up the clothes that were washed

and they each saw themselves in you; burning determination, ready to go up against anything. refusing to ask for help even though you needed it

so it started with namjoon

he would look in your school bag while on break in dance practice and write the answers to some of your school work on sticky notes and then put them back in your bag

you would find them later on and frown but accept the help anyways because you really were struggling

and then it would be jimin leaving you snacks in your room with encouraging notes and you would be lying if you said that didn’t help you through some tough times (you still have the notes today, but no one needed to know that)

and sometimes there were playlists that would just kind of show up on your phone that were made for relaxation and studying and something in you knew that it was yoongi’s doing

and overtime, through the tiny gestures, they broke down your walls and you let them see a side of you that no one really ever got to see because of the circumstances that you grew up in

but you were still stubborn, and refused to accept their help if they asked for it directly. which actually led to more fights than you would think

they would scold you for working yourself to hard and you would say “no, i need this exercise.” to which would lead to actual demands from them and refusals from you because its your goddamn mentality working at your confidence again

right after you were officially announced as the eighth member, that’s probably when your personality shifted the most

remember when i mentioned about how they fuss over you too much? this was the main reason why

your looks. it always had to boil down to your looks and it was different when it was only school bullies making the taunting, but when your face was up for debate by the media, is when you got really fired up

“bts adopts an outsider?” “it’s called k-pop for a reason, go back to your own country.” “is this seriously happening right now? i’m un-stanning.” “wth, y/n’s like, five. thats gross.”

it was these comments and articles that really got to you, but somewhere along the lines it wasn’t just you anymore, it was about your members and what they had already built for themselves

you had let yourself start caring for them because they treated you like an equal and now you were only hurting them

they noticed, when you started to spend more time at the gym and studio and they were informed that your grades dramatically dropped because you were so hyper focused on getting better that you were ignoring your own needs

it was jungkook that finally said something to you after about two weeks of almost radio silence because goddammit he had actually gotten used to your presence and you couldn’t just leave because he would miss you to much

they all would

they thought that you would lash out at them when they confronted you about it, but what you did surprised them and you cried for the first time ever in any of their presences

because these people, your hyung’s, where suffering from the backlash that you created and you could see how it was affecting them and it seemed like all the trust and all the hard time spent trying to seek their approval was all flushed away now and you had worn yourself down so much that there was just a kid left who was scared

so, so scared

scared because you were different, scared because you had lost the people that you had grown to care for

so when jungkook came into the practice room to see you leaning against the mirror with your head in your hands, he knew that something had changed

and when he called out for you, you didn’t answer. this pattern repeated until he was left so worried that he started shaking you and he had to call the hyung’s

it was only when they opened the door and you made eye contact with hoseok that you started to tear up and then it was like the dam that was holding years worth of fear and hardships back just ... broke

you clung to jungkook and just start sobbing and apologizing because all you wanted was to be seen and accepted but not at this high of a cost

and they were relieved. they had thought that you would close yourself off from them and shut them out, but it seemed like you were worried about that same thing as well

jin and taehyung almost cried themselves and it took everything in hoseok to stop himself from draping you in a blanket and protecting you from the world because you were still so young and you didn’t deserve the hate you got. you were only sixteen and there was only so much one person could take

you were small enough to get picked up and since you hadn’t been eating much, jungkook picked you up easily

and you didn’t protest as he carried you out of the practice room and into the van that they usually shared

you were drained and tired and worn out and just overall exhausted because you never really showed any emotion except determination, if that could even count

and even though you were all close enough that you shared meals and acted like siblings, you still surprised them everyday and showed a new part of yourself and they just found themselves growing more fond of you

once you all piled into the van, jin driving with namjoon in the passenger seat, you looked up at jungkook, (you were still held against him, practically in his lap) and then looked back at the rest of them and what they heard almost made their heart stop, “i love you hyung’s”

there was SO MUCH to unpack in that one statement when it came to you

first of all, you had called them all hyung’s, which you hadn't done until now. always opting to add -ssi at the end of their names

and maybe it was strange to be proud of that tile, but when it came to you, it showed that you really did trust them with anything and they knew how hard that was for you

then you said ‘i love you.’ it still didn’t really process in their heads until they had gotten you to your bed (you had fallen asleep during the car ride back) and they were all sitting around in the living room

“you guys heard that too, right?” hoseok murmured

then slowly yoongi smiled that gummy smile of his and everyone’s face’s did the same because you really had become special to them, even if you did come in late to the group

and oh if that didn’t trigger their protective side

they saw it as their personal mission to out you back together and build yourself up again because you were worth it and you did deserve to be here

they started with getting rid of electronics, well at least for you

they were going to try to separate you from the media for as long as they could because people were ruthless

they also made a point to start posting more solo videos of you on their youtube channel, so the audience would actually be able to see past your ‘foreign’ face and look at your real personality (they even started posting things without the companies approval but would never tell you that because you were already rebellious enough)

and their planned kinda worked, too

and even if you still weren't accepted by many, more and more of the fandom was accepting you everyday and that meant something

at least one of them would be with you at all times (which actually kinda got on your nerves sometimes but you knew they were trying to help and you wanted to change, to grow, to make it easier on them)

taehyung started giving you more and more of his clothes (which you loved sleeping in) and started to use you as his cuddle buddy more times than not because you were the “precious maknae that should be protected at all costs.” “but do i really need to be your body pillow, hyung? at this rate i think your the one who will kill me and then i’ll need protection from you.” “yah, go to sleep.” he would flick your forehead and then you would mutter ow under your breath but go to sleep anyway because you were actually pretty comfortable

or when seokjin would call you into the kitchen just to try his food and you would groan at having to get up from where you were but in reality you actually looked forward to it because he really was so good at cooking

and so it becomes kind of like a routine for everyone and they all take care of you in their own way and your quick to try and help them back, even if comes of across as a little weird and distant

like when you would always bring extra water bottles to rehearsal because you know hobi will dance the hardest and you would get worried that he might become dehydrated

or every other night you would bring water to jimin with a honey cough drop because those are his favorite and it helps to sooth his throat after a long day of training

you also make an effort to contribute to the songs. so you start tagging along with namjoon and yoongi when they go off to their studios because you are also interested in producing and you would like to learn someday and they are all to eager to show you how

and you actually make an effort to ask for help when you need it (which is kinda big for you) and jungkook is the one who helps more than not

they didn’t give you time to build your walls back up again and even though you often slip back into the mindset that you consonantly need to work for approval, they are there to tell you that you don’t need to do that because you already make them proud and that you already do work enough

you are enough. they see you and believe in you

and really, that’s all you needed, but it was a relief when you started to be widely accepted by the fans

but you’re here, you were enough

and although its not always good all time, and at times when you don’t feel like you belong, your hyung’s remind you that they are your family, and that no matter your face or where you come from, you will always belong with them

[end]

end note: holy cow, this was just a mess of emotions and i think i might have some sort of trauma i don’t know about because sad who?? apparently i know her very well. but i’m really happy with the ending even though everything in between is messy! anon if you’re reading this, thank you so much for this kind of prompt! it really got me to think differently and put me in a position where i had to really delve deep into negative and positive mental patterns and how its impacted based on how a person grows up

also I REALLY LOOKED UP IF JIN HAD A LICENSE AT THREE AM IN THE MORNING JUST TO WRITE THREE WORDS ABOUT IT and i just?? find that really funny for some reason?? i don’t know man, i need to get more sleep, so i apologize for any errors. i love ya’ll

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quasieli · 3 years

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top six: fictional characters that give you gender envy, flowers, little things that make you happy and d&d moments :D

Ooh lotsa questions!

Gender Envy:

1) Bow from She-Ra (2018). Something about buff athletic dude who wears crop tops and is soft as hell is very Gender to me.

2) Vax from Critical Role. Pretty boy, kinda goth rogue? That’s sexy as hell and I wish that was me.

3) In a wildly different idea of gender envy, I’ve been thinking about it lately and @quantum-lesbian’s character in the Frostmaiden game I’m in with them, Ambrose, is Big Gender. Beautiful non-binary drow with a starry and kinda witchy aesthetic that dresses super grandly and ostentatiously no matter the occasion? Yes please.

4) Pete from The Unsleeping City, specifically season two. I adore season one Pete but season two Pete that works in a queer bookshop and has a teapot arcane focus, is artsy and is unapologetically a trans man who doesn’t give a shit about gender roles? Sign me the fuck up.

5) Beau from Critical Role. Buff GNC lesbian mixed with academia, but like academia from the prospective of a grad student with ADHD trying to learn everything about their special interests? A+, I love her and I’m jealous.

6) I’m gonna cheat a lil bit for this last one. I know the prompt is fictional characters, but Julia Lepetit and Jacob Andrews in their Hitman streams? Simultaneously both of them were Gender for me. Jacob esp felt like that for me, which is weird cause dresses can make me dysphoric, but I am also slightly envious of the Dude in a Dress type of gender presentation.

Can you tell that I’m a confused trans masc enby

Gonna put it under the cut from here cause oof, there’s still a lot more.

Flowers:

1) Big slut for Sunflowers, always have been, always will be.

2) Fun fact, my dad’s family used to own a flower shop (in like the 70s, so I never got to see it :(), and one of their big things was hydrangeas. My dad has always loved them and now I love the snowballs too!

3) A recent favorite, the Baker’s Globe Mallow. It’s a type of flower that only grows from the soils of forests that have been affected by wildfires. It’s a simple little flower but I love the idea of something beautiful rising from the ashes after tragedy. A little dramatic, but I’m queer, ofc I’m dramatic.

4) Roses are another important flower to my family (Rose was a family name for a couple generations), and ya know, they’re a classic.

5) There’s this beautiful magnolia tree in front of my house that blooms with the most beautiful white and pink flowers every spring, and it’s one of my favorite things to see every year.

6) There’s so many different types of Lillies and they’re all very pretty, but the Purple Stargazer is prob my favorite.

Little Things That Make Me Happy:

1) My cat, Maddie. She may be a cranky girl at times, but she is also very sweet and will always be my baby (even though she is 12).

2) Not a little thing really, but my best friend. Just getting a sweet/silly text from her or the two of us chilling in a room, sitting in a comfortable silence because we just like being together, nothing better.

3) Baking, esp if I’m doing it for others. I’m not much of a sweets person myself, a little treat every once in a while type person, but I love baking. It’s a very relaxing process for me, even when it can sometimes get stressful, but seeing people enjoying something I made, especially something that brought me great joy to make, is simply the best.

4) In the same sorta vein, crafting and other art, but that’s a bit more personal. I love making things for others, but art, particularly drawing, is something I do more for me. It’s such a great feeling when you can get into a really good art mood and just sink yourself into a project. I love it.

5) My plush toys. Yes, I am a 23 year old, no I will not stop loving my plushies. I just got a few new friends, which I made a post about recently, and they such good cuddle buddies. However, there is one king amongst them all. I have this old, beat up christmas puppy beanie baby, on his tag named Jingle Pup, but I just call him Jingle. I had one version of him since I was like 6, but he currently lives on a shelf cause he is very beaten up and fragile, but his “brother”, who I got when I was 8, is still in kinda good shape and is currently chilling on my chest as I type this lol.

6) Again, not a little thing, but it’s important to mention; D&D. The game itself is such a joy, but truly the best part of it is the people. I love creating stories and memories with people through this weird little game. Truly one of my favorite things to do.

D&D Moments:

These are all gonna be personal moments, rather than anything from actual play shows/podcasts. RC is Reforged Campaign, where I play Saube, and FM is Frostmaiden, where I play Sparks.

1) RC - Meeting Mahety, Saube’s girlfriend. We met her way back in session 12 and we are now up to like session 73. Saube saw her and was immediately big heart eyes at her but also felt a bit awkward and shy. So, being a game a dice, I decided to roll. 10 or higher, Saube would talk to her, 9 or lower, she’d stay put. I rolled a 17, 17 is now a lucky number for me. I love Mahety and I’d die for her.

2) FM - This was an insane fight that should not have been so crazy, but in a fairly early session, my group went up against an angry druid and her awakened animals. So much batshit stuff happened in that fight, and we unfortunately lost our bread loving bard (RIP Agneyis), but one of my favorite combat turns happened in this fight. Our artificer, Omaren, has a robe of useful items and one of the patches on it creates a large pit. Thinking quickly, Omaren tore off the patch, slid it under one of the dire wolves we were fighting and created a looney tunes style pit under it, allowing us to take it out easily via pot shots. Such a clutch move and such a funny visual, especially because the dire wolf kept failing the checks to get out of the pit.

3) RC - Saube’s Zebrith (I will never remember how this actually spelled RIP). So, for context, Saube ended up with a death curse (long story) that mechanically meant they had disadvantage on any death saving throws. Scary as hell, need to get that fixed! So, Saube and their party had to be smuggled into another country to talk with some religious leaders of a goddess known as The First, the goddess of death. They were told that Saube would have to go through the aforementioned ritual, which included her soul leaving her body for a short period of time. During this ritual, her friends had to call back to her, to say things that would bring her back to her body and I still cry thinking about that game. That ritual was not only important for Saube bodily, but spiritually as well. After that ritual, Saube officially became a cleric of The First!

4) A real sappy one, RC - Saube meeting all of her friends. Anyone who follows along with the rantings on my blog probably knows how important this game is to me. I met this random group of strangers on tumblr and formed a D&D party with them and now, a year and a half later, I honestly think it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I know that sounds silly and dramatic but not only has this game brought me so much joy and comfort, but I also gained a group of really amazing friends who have been nothing but amazing since day one. As much as Saube knows she can depend on SICL, I know I can depend on my group of weirdos lol. We both love our friends very much and even though we’ve all been through some crazy shit, we wouldn’t change it for the world.

5) RC - Just playing Saube in general. I really didn’t intend for it to be this way, but Saube is very much a reflection of myself. She is the first long term character I have ever played and so much of me is in her. I try not to treat D&D like therapy, because that’s unfair to my DM and fellow party members, but playing Saube has allowed me to work through some of my own problems, especially social anxiety, in a lot safer of an environment. It isn’t so much that I’m asking this game to help me fix my life, but playing out these scenarios that, in the real world, would make me anxious or make me freak out, I can stop, take a moment to breathe and work out these issues in a way that makes sense to me. Playing her has led me to understanding myself a bit better, as well, and that’s truly such a wonderfully unexpected gift from this whole experience.

6) Lastly, a silly one: RC - Getting a crit 6. The last session of this game got real interesting. Saube’s party ended up in the ethereal plane and magic got real fucky there. So, any time any of us tried to cast a spell, we’d roll a d20, not look at the result, and then try to guess what number rolled. The closer to the number, the better the result. A few times, a few people managed to get within like 3 or 4 of their roll, but oh the power I felt when I rolled a 6 (on Saube’s die!) and guessed it correctly! So, not only did the spell (Bless) work, but it worked super well. So instead of getting +1d4 to attack rolls and saving throws, Saube and two other party members got +2d4 to attacks, saving throws and skill checks. So powerful I broke the rules of D&D lmao.

#asks #ask games #floralprintshark #D&D #Flowers #Saube #Sauhety #SICL #Sparks #long post #thanks <3 <3

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impossible-rat-babies · 3 years

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@elmshore tagged me to talk about my fic our reflections!

gonna put this mostly below the cut bc it might get long + im ewbarressed 2 talk bout my fics bc often there is a lot of imagery behind them sdjfls

i’m gonna tag:

@bitchesofostwick, @trvelyans, @mournholdmushroom, @wayhavn, and anyone else who is a mutual who writes who wants to be just. jabber on about their fic i would love 2 hear it

the idea rumbling around in my head, if I’m remembering this correctly, came after the book three demo came out and there is the bounty on the detective’s head for their capture. this got me thinking about how “well it would make sense if the trappers actively went after the detective when they were alone, or otherwise indisposed.”

That got me rolling on the idea of what happened in the aftermath of such an incident. I wanted more the aftermath rather than the whole omg the detective is in danger haha they’re saved by their LI! I don’t find that as compelling or interesting personally compared to them saving themselves, but they’re injured or had to find a way out of the situation themselves. Or both--I’m not picky.

It was also a sort of fic born out of the desire to see where pollux and mason get on each others nerves/where their conflicts reside. I love fluff between couples, but I also love exploring the more difficult and organic parts of two people together. which this fic was a really great place to explore that between the two of them, mostly because pollux is antagonistic towards asking for help or letting himself be helped. he doesn’t need to be babied in this instance and he had everything under control. the fact that mason is upset over the fact that it actually happened and pollux didn’t tell anyone is irrelevant in pollux’s mind. he got out of it with his life and he can tend his wounds in peace--he doesn’t need help. thus, we have a nice little conflict.

but a bit of dialogue or action that got stuck in my head when i was first drafting it was:

“....fucking hopeless.” Mason grumbles to himself and Pollux bunches his fingers tightly in his shirt.

“If you’re gonna talk then shit say it to my face, Mason.” Pollux spits his name and he knows he’s playing chicken with a speeding car—sooner or later he’s going to get hit.

Mason turns on him, anger drawing his lips into a snarl and frustration tensing his shoulders,

(take one more step, I swear to god)

“I said...” He starts slow, meeting his grey eyes and there’s a vicious storm in that grey, “you’re fuckin’ hopeless, Pollux.”

“Good.”

we’re gonna ignore how pollux definitely would’ve decked mason if he had gotten much closer.

this part really stuck because in all my writings i’ve done with them, both published and unpublished, it’s often pollux who presents the conflict between them verbally. It’s more in his nature to have that confrontation compared to mason. but this is a flip on that, where mason is just so fed up with this sort of crap from pollux where he says something he doesn’t mean. it does sort of put a stop to the argument though, both of them sort of putting each other in their places. mason unintentionally saying an extremely hurtful statement to pollux, and pollux asserting both that yes mason you said that and yes i am hopeless glad you finally got the picture there chief.

moving on, I didn’t really write one of these scenes before all the others. I skipped past a majority of the main argument to get to the meat of that and then built everything up around it. I did skip to after the argument where pollux is in the bathroom alone too. fun fact: the ending is the least edited and most free flowing part of it because i got on a roll + i just didn’t want to edit it. is it less polished and more rushed feeling? maybe. but i did like a lot of the prose i put into the ending. (looking back it’s definitely sort of sparked my obsession with writing about hands and the minuscule movements of hands in fic. if i don’t spend a couple sentences of a character paying attention to hands then what sort of gay writer am I?)

the image in my mind when writing fics is often playing things out as a movie scene. it’s all constructed in my head, the environment, the placing of the characters in the space, their interactions. i pick out what seems the most relevant even if it seems rather mundane. blinds or curtains being open, the color a lamp sheds--if it’s more blue or yellow. (bluer whites always read more clinical or impersonal, where more yellow lights feel more homey and personal). or like the color of the tile. I love thinking about the color of bathroom tiles/the inherent cold touch of bathroom tiles. i also like thinking about bathrooms as much as i like thinking about vintage hotel rooms.

but in this fic I was really wanting to hit on the “this is the middle of the night when no one should really be awake unless you’re getting into trouble” but also “this is the middle of the night when people say things or get into arguments because the dark hides everything.”

also i dunno why i’m so stuck on only having one light source in a scene i write, it’s become a habit and i dunno why.

I didn’t really take inspo from another piece of media. i mean, it’s undoubtably got bits of tropes and such stuck into it, but such is writing. im not saying this is entirely original because it isn’t, i just can’t think of anything.

and like i said before, the book three demo with the trapper bounty really got me thinking. well that and the realistic part of what would happen if pollux got jumped by three or four trappers intent on kidnapping him.

me taking the idea of the detective possibly never having killed someone and tossing that shit out the window.

not that pollux is eager to kill people, or is fine with it. tensions just run high when you’re being attacked and slamming a person’s head into the bonnet of your car until they stop moving in a viable tactic for him. did the trapper live? i dunno, pollux certainly doesn’t.

i guess the cornerstone going around with this fic was stated above--the strained, realistic, not getting along parts of relationships between people. the subjecting these characters to a possible thing that could happen and seeing how they deal with it in their ways and the conflicts that brings.

but there’s also this chance to grow, to figure things out and avoid a repeat of the situation. it’s as much about the nitty gritty as it is the learning process of being with someone. like when mason explicitly asks/says in his own way for pollux to not do something like that again, whether thats fighting the trappers on his own, or refusing to be helped. or pollux not outright saying no, but rather saying he’ll try. it’s a step along the way towards making it work.

i know i write a lot about the rough and angsty parts of a relationship, but it’s also partially about the growth between characters. the realism of the bickering, the fights, the missteps along the way when you’re trying to make a partnership work. it’s the caring enough to make a mess, to not turn ones back on someone for being difficult.

i love writing gross--both angsty gross and fluffy grossly human stuff!

#me writing 1.2k of incoherent shit like Yes Me Give Me Nothing #me absolutely not giving a fuck at five am like!#owen writes #anyway im obsessed with bathrooms and hotel rooms and stinkin prose and the human condition #and i love writing about it!#okay to rebloog if you wanna #anyway mason and pollux are complicated it's okay

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katsukis-sad-angel · 4 years

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Bound

Pairing: Sub!Jin Bubaigawara x Dom!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: You come home from a bad day at work and Jin agrees to sub

Warnings: Smut (with plot), cursing, dominant reader, oral (female receiving and giving), a bit of bondage

NOTICE: ALL WORDS IN ITALICS DO NOT BELONG TO ME!!! @cuter-than-a-corgi-butt-deactiv WROTE THEM FIRST, I’M JUST USING IT FOR THIS FANFICTION!

NSFW under the cut!!

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“B-Babe! Please, I can’t-”

“Shh, I’ve got you Jin. Just cum one more time for me? I know you want to…”

You bounced on top of the blonde, nails dragging down his ab-covered torso, leaving red welts blooming on his pale skin, “You look so handsome when I mark you up like this~ ”

Jin whimpered, feeling his balls becoming tight again “I-I’m gonna cum again! Please let me come inside of you?

You stopped bouncing on his cock, raising an eyebrow.

"Please what?”

“Please, Mistress! I need to cum inside you!”

You tapped your chin, grinding down on him to make him whimper.

“Hmmm, should I allow you to do that? Cum deep inside of my pussy?”

Tears escaped his eyes, his hands jerking against his bindings.

“N-no. I don’t deserve to cum in you, mistress…”

You smiled indulgently, patting his flushed cheek, “Awww, yes you do. After all, you’re such a good boy~”

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Now, you might be wondering, how the existential mother fucking frack did Jin Bubaigawara get into this situation?

Well, let me tell you.

That morning, the furnace system in your apartment building broke down, leaving you and your boyfriend huddling together for warmth at 3 in the morning.

Your boss was a grade-A, farmer approved ass cheek and you knew if you missed a single day of work you would be fired. So, at around 4:30, you dragged yourself from the warm embrace of your boyfriend and into the freezing bathroom.

Jin begged you to stay, attaching himself to your shivering body while you brushed your teeth and got ready for long hours at your cafe barista job.

You hated saying no to him, especially when you could’ve spent the whole day in bed with him, cuddling under about 23 blankets eating everything you could find and watching cheesy rom-coms, but instead, you kissed him on the cheek, tucked him in, and left.

Work was as bad as usual; coworkers hitting on you and touching your ass, annoying blonde girls and their annoyingly long, painful orders, women named Karen with 3 noisy kids and a need to speak to the manager, getting stared at by old people for having earrings, the same Christmas songs over and over and over again, the newbie that still didn’t know how to use the cash register, the teenage boys that came in every afternoon to harass you, the policeman who didn’t shy from reminding you of your nicely shaped tits, the woman who didn’t know how to use her visa, the woman with the checkbook, the man who didn’t like the price of his coffee, the people that asked for cups of ice, the women that asked for hot water, the people that said ‘frappe’ instead of frappucino (this is a fucking Starbucks ma’am, not McDonald’s), the indecisive group, the girl that couldn’t count money correctly, the 9-year-old with a change purse, the nerds that badgered you with innapropriate pick-up lines, and finally, the woman that couldn’t find her wallet.

It was in there somewhere, she knew it, it had to be in there, oh gee, where could it be?

After dumping the entire contents of her purse on the tiny counter space, she found it and dumped the used tissues, tubes of lipgloss, empty packs of gum, wrappers, crumbs, crumpled receipts, a tampon or three, and her flip phone back in her purse with a big smile.

6 long hours later, you were done.

You stood in the break room, untying your green apron when one of the jerks you worked with that kept asking you for ‘your digits’ came up to you and smiled.

“Y/n! My beautiful coworker! Will you go out with me?” He asked, kneeling down in front of you, arms outstretched.

“What was that? I don’t speak dork.” You snarled, “For the billionth time, I have a boyfriend! Leave me alone!”

“Y/n, my sweet, sweet sugarplum! Don’t be so nasty! I love-”

“Hey, sugar tits~” A deep voice drawled.

You turned to see a taller jerk, leaning in the doorway, his black hair framing his perfect smug features.

“What now?” You asked, exasperated.

“Don’t be like that baby girl!” He smiled, his intoxicating cologne invading your coffee-tainted nostrils as he came closer.

You felt nauseous.

“Was this dork speaking to you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope your IQ didn’t drop too much.”

“Fuck off.”

“Y/N! LANGUAGE!”

Your boss burst through the door.

“You’re not the boss of me!” You glared, crossing your arms.

He rolled his eyes.

“That brand of language is not supposed to be used in this environment!” Boss huffed, “Control yourself!”

That’s it.

You were sick of this shit.

“Why doesn’t your fat ass control your fucking employees?” You snapped, “I come here every day only to be badgered by these idiots every 30 seconds!”

You turned to the shorter jerk.

“You!” You shoved a finger in his face, “You’re a spazzy, beetle-headed doofus with the IQ of a mule hoof!”

Author’s Note in the middle of the story - if anyone knows what that last line is from, I love you

“You!” You turned to the taller jerk, “You’re a horny, retarded, ugly bastard who can’t keep his hands to himself for more than 2 seconds! No wonder you’re single!”

Finally, you turned to your seething boss.

“You! Oh, you.” You laughed hysterically pushing stray hair out of your eyes, “You are the fattest, dumbest, most disgusting of them all! Lazy, stupid, cheap-skate, asshole! I quit!”

You tore off your apron, wiped your wet and muddy boots on it and left the building, slamming the door behind you with all your might.

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You entered your apartment, finding Jin on the couch, bundled up in layer upon layer of blankets and a mug of hot chocolate in his hands.

“Y/n!” He cheered, a happy smile lighting up his features, “There’s more on the stove. Come sit with me!”

You sighed, shed your coat and purse, got a cup of cocoa, and snuggled into your boyfriend’s chest.

You sighed.

“Bad day princess?”

“I quit my job.”

“Fun.”

“Yeah.”

You were quiet for the next few minutes, sipping your cocoa and letting Jin’s warmth envelop your shivering frame.

You chugged the last few sips and set your cup aside.

“Jin, can we have sex… like… right now?”

You didn’t have to ask twice.

Seconds later, you were pinned to the couch and Jin was attacking your lips ferociously, biting and nipping and wrestling your tongue for dominance.

You groaned loudly and grabbed the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“You… you were dom last time,” You panted, squeezing just enough to make him whine, “My turn.”

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Moments later, you were on the bed, sitting on his clothed cock, sucking his nipples and grinding.

“Y-Y/n… I-”

“Ssssh, no talking.” You hushed, nipping savagely at one of his perked buds.

Jin hissed and bucked his hips, rutting his throbbing length against your naked pussy.

You juices soaked through the fabric, lubricating his throbbing length.

You ground harder, making him gasp and writhe under your expert touches.

“Princess, I-”

“What did I say about talking?” You asked, peeling off your shirt.

“N-Not to…”

“That’s right! Such a good boy!” You patted his cheek, “Now beg.”

“P-Please y/n, I-”

“What’s my name?”

“Mistress! I’m sorry!”

“Tell me how bad you want me to sit on your face.”

“I want it! I wanna eat out your pretty pussy forever, I won’t let a drop go to waste!”

Satisfied with his pleas, you turned around and sank your dripping pussy over his mouth.

“Th-Thank you! Thank you mistre- oomf!”

You ground down on his face while he held your hips in a vice-like grip pressing his tongue everywhere he could and sucking your sweet nectar like it was his last meal. His teeth scraped your clit, making you scream and came on his face.

As he'd promised, he didn't let a single drop of your essence escape.

Jin nearly suffocated, but you shakily sank down on his girth before he went purple from pleasure and lack of oxygen.

After he was completely sheathed inside of you, you bounced at a slow, excruciating pace, attempting to carve out every inch of pleasure available.

You continued to tease and grind on him until he began begging you to go faster.

"Princess... haa~ faster!" He pleaded, attempting to grip your bouncing hips.

"No Jin, keep your hands to yourself." You commanded, swatting his trembling digits away.

He was panting and moaning, jumbled sentences of praise and pleasure spilling from his puffy lips as you continued your ministrations.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, making his short blonde curls stick to it.

He looked spent.

"How does it feel Jin?" You asked, lifting your hips so only his tip was clenched in your dripping folds.

He whined and looked at you as you wiggled your hips while seductively smirking at him.

"G-Good... s-so good mistress th-thank you." He whimpered, trying not to buck his hips.

"So polite, I think you deserve a reward, don't you?" You smiled, rolling one of his flushed nipples and sinking a little on his painfully hard dick.

"It's up t-to you... holy... holy shit~"

You got off of him, ripping a whine of displeasure from his throat, but you immediately bent down and sucked him off.

He came undone, spilling his thick seed down your throat.

"You taste so good Jin," You simpered, settling your cunt on top of his limp dick and rutting it slowly.

“Mistress, I need your pussy so baaad!” He whimpered, eyes welling up.

“What do you say?”

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please sit on my cock and ride me, mistress!” He cried, straining at his bindings.

“Good boys get rewarded. Are you a good boy Jin?” You taunted, massaging his balls.

“Yes, yes! I’m your good boy!”

“And what do good boys get?”

“Pussy!”

“That’s right.”

You positioned your dripping heat over his throbbing length and made it disappear, your velvety walls clenching around his fat length as you went.

You moaned quietly, clutching his hips tightly and bruising his pale skin.

“Fuck… fuck… FUCK!” He cursed as you began a steady rhythm.

You moaned, grinding on his length before rocking your hips up and down against his, hitting your g-spot every time.

“B-Babe! Please, I can’t-”

“Shh, I’ve got you Jin. Just cum one more time for me? I know you want to…” You moaned, smiling at him lewdly.

You bounced on top of the blonde, nails dragging down his ab-covered torso, leaving red welts blooming on his pale skin, “You look so handsome when I mark you up like this~ ”

Jin whimpered, feeling his balls becoming tight for the fourth time that night. “I-I’m gonna cum again! Please let me come inside of you!”

Much to his displeasure, you stopped bouncing on his cock raised an eyebrow.

"Please what?”

“Please, Mistress! I need to cum inside you!”

You tapped your chin, grinding down on him to make him whimper.

“Hmmm, should I let you do that? Let you cum deep inside of my pussy?”

Tears escaped his eyes, his hands jerking against his bindings.

“N-no. I don’t deserve to cum in you, mistress…”

You smiled indulgently, patting his flushed cheek, “Awww, yes you do. After all, you’re such a good boy~”

With that final goading comment, Jin bucked up as you came down, hitting your spot while his ropes of hot cum painted your insides white.

You lifted yourself off of his girth and sat on his face again saying, “Clean up your mess!”

He obliged, sucking, biting, and pleasing your cunt until you came down on his face.

You lifted yourself off, but he immediately began whining for you to come back and untie him because he was cold.

You came back and toweled him off, untying his wrists and kissing the red marks etched into his skin.

Kissing his forehead sweetly, you help him get dressed in new sweatpants and snuggle into bed with him.

“I love you princess.” He sighed happily as you pressed kisses to his shoulders.

“I love you too, but you know Jin? You moan like a slutty girl.”

“I do?”

“Sorta.”

“Well... you do too when I dom.”

“That’s because I am a girl.”

“Right.”

“Go to sleep Jin.”

“‘Nighty night baby.”

“Love you Jin.”

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Hold Me Down Chapter 4

Yassss!!!! Hahaha!!!! Surprise!!! I was finally able to get this busted out!! Man, this chapter was...*whew*, it was a tough one! But she’s done and ready to read! It’s not fully edited because I’m too excited and want to post it now but I hope you guys like it!

@dieguzguz a special thank you to you, my dear. Sam, this would’ve been a train wreck if it weren’t for you. Thank you so much for being honest and putting me on the right track when I was going through my rough patch. With your help and advice, I was able to make this chapter everything it should be. Thank you!

The car ride was awkward. I felt like a five-year-old being forced to go to church on a Sunday morning, except I was a 27-year-old adult, being forced to move in with someone I hadn’t known for a full week. Someone, mind you, that had threatened to kill me and who I ended up holding a knife to. Part of me worried that I would wake up to one to my throat.

Atlanta was a decently sized,and with the traffic, it took us forever to get to our destination. The penthouse was on the outskirts of the city, giving what seemed to be a nice view of the city. But it had to have been built recently, the structure shiny and the windows huge. It’s almost intimidating as Randy turns, swiping a card at the gated entrance to the parking underneath.

The parking lot is dark, and I can’t help but remember all those scary movies I had seen in my lifetime so far. I eye Randy, because I know Viking Princess—Jane—is someone I can handle. I didn’t think Randy, or Jane, was a threat to me, especially in the light of current events. But in my life, you couldn’t be too sure. Someone was always ready to plunge a knife in your back, whether you were looking or not.

And I almost groan at the reminder of what I had agreed to. I didn’t know how the hell this was going to even work. I could pretend to be anything, anyone, to get what I needed. A businesswoman, a shallow woman who didn’t understand majority of things, even an escort at one low point in my life. But I had never tried to enter a fake engagement. I didn’t have the type of patience or time for that. A long con wasn’t something Dutch talked much about, despite teaching us the skill to do it. But cons were never the goal. No, our goal was much more sinister than that.

I rub my hands together as we park the SUV, glancing around to try and see through the tinted glass, but failing. As they step out of the vehicle, I follow suit, unsure of where exactly we were going, but I can tell that the garage is a few degrees cooler than being outside. It’s a nice relief, even if the eerie lighting threw me off. It didn’t, however, stop me from eyeing the line of cars.

An empty parking spot laid between a black Lexus and dark blue Jaguar F Type, making me curious to what was missing. I raised a brow, however, as I spotted an old black Mustang at the end of the line. Jane and Randy kept walking, as if it was absolutely normal, and it’s then that it occurs to me that maybe there were more people living in the building. I couldn’t wait to slip away to sweet talk the owner of the Mustang.

Stopping, Jane waves something in front of the elevator, a key card of some sort, and the elevator doors open. I’m grateful, as we ascend, that there isn’t any awkward elevator music playing to add to the odd atmosphere. I want to believe that this could fall under some sort of kidnapping, but I knew that wasn’t the case. I had come willingly, even if it felt like I didn’t really have the choice. Which seemed to be a reoccurring theme as of late.

So lost in my own thoughts, the ding of the elevator made me jump, forcing myself to face the reality of my new environment. The lights were off, indicating that no one was home. Despite the dark home, the massive windows at the other end showed the sun setting and the lights of the city shining around us. Mesmerized I walk forward, leaving Randy and Jane behind in the foyer. The lights switch on, and I realize that there’s a balcony there, the glass doors blending in perfectly with the windows, almost as if they weren’t there at all. The pool water sparkled, the blue of it creating a glow that clashed with the darkness of its surroundings. My skin itched to feel the gentle caress of the water, and I could bet anything that it was temperature controlled.

“I can show you to your room.” Randy called. I glanced over to see him waiting patiently at the bottom of a floating staircase, the dark black slabs embedded into the wall.

“Okay.” I replied, turning away from the view to follow him.

There were a couple of doors that we passed until we came to a small indent, not exactly a hallway, but something with a door on either side. “That’s John’s room.” Randy nodded to the right side. “If you need anything, he’s right across the way.”

I almost flinch a bit as Randy opened the door on the left. I’m sure he meant it to be reassuring, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel it. I was a misplaced object in this odd museum. The feeling just grows worse as we step into the room. The greys, blacks, and whites contradicting each other. It was probably the biggest bedroom I had ever seen, and my gut twists. Why the hell did someone ever find this necessary?

Randy gently placed the bag down on the bed and turned to me. “Take a few minutes to adjust and then come back downstairs. Jane is gonna whip something up for you.”

“And the prince himself?” I asked, continuing to look around.

“John is going to be out late tonight. He said that you were to eat something and to feel as comfortable as possible. You’re allowed to look around, most of the penthouse is open to you. His office and bedroom are off limits, though.”

I scoffed as I met Randy’s dark brown eyes. “Oh please, as if I would ever want to go anywhere near his bedroom.”

Randy’s lips grow into a tight line, but I can’t tell if he’s holding back laughter or a retort. Either way, it didn’t matter. He walked out, leaving me alone in my new gilded cage. I slowly walk around, noting how the windows were floor to ceiling, no way of getting out, especially from this high up. My skin crawled at the thought of there not being a way out, and I focused on my breathing. In and out slowly, because I wouldn’t let this get the better of me.

My fingers skim the silk fabric of the bedding, pressing down a bit, almost shocked at how soft it was. Feeling more like a child, I hop up on the bed and fall back. I sighed, my eyes closing briefly. I didn’t know what kind of mattress this was, but holy shit, was it heavenly. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. I feel this overwhelming urge to cry, the heavy feeling settling into my chest. I was finally given just a moment to myself, to be able to actually take a damn breath, and all I wanted to do was cry. I’ve been arrested, kidnapped, backed into a corner and forced into a fake engagement all while losing my apartment. There was no safe space for me anymore, nowhere for me retreat to. I was locked away with someone that was a clear threat if not handled correctly, and god, it was terrifying. I hadn’t felt less level of apprehension since Dutch. Always laying awake at night, scared of what next test he had in store. Part of me worried to waking with John’s hands around my throat.

A knock on the door sounded, making me jump. “Yeah?”

“Food’s done.” Randy called and I could hear his retreat.

“That was fast.” I muttered as I rolled of the bed, my feet landing on the soft rug as I kicked off my boots.

On the way down the stairs, I cling to the railing as my socks slid on my first step, and I refused to have ‘falling down the stairs’ added to the day’s events. I didn’t want to make any more of a fool of myself than I already have. I eyed Jane as I went though, noticing that she leaned against the counter and texted on her phone. Cringing, I eyed the bruising that began to develop from me breaking her nose. I felt a bit bad for it.

“So…what exactly am I eating?” I asked as I slowly made my way to the island in the center of the kitchen. It was modern—like everything else—with the island bar made wholly of white marble. The cabinets and counters of the rest of it was pitch black with a black and white marble black splash. I would be lying if I had said I wasn’t at least a bit envious. It was gorgeous, everything sleek and clean, all the appliances matching perfectly.

Jane cleared her throat and shoved her phone away as I sat at the bar, my hands resting against the cool surface. “I uh, made you grilled cheese. Hope that’s okay.” She muttered before placing a plate in front of me.

“Yeah, that’s totally fine.” I gave her a small smile, but she didn’t see it. I could smell the cheesy goodness, the sandwich cut in half diagonally, showing off the golden melted cheese. I took a bite, the cheese oozing in my mouth. Chewing and swallowing, I watch as she leans back against the counter. She looks exhausted. Another twinge of guilt. “Hey, look, I’m sorry about the nose thing. It wasn’t personal.”

Jane’s sharp green eyes find mine with a raised brow. “Not gonna lie, part of me wants punch you to call it even, but I’m gonna ask in all fairness: how likely am I to win that fight?”

“Hmm.” I smirk before tearing off a piece of the sandwich. “Not very.”

She shakes her head with a laugh as I take another bite. “You know it’s Jacob that trains us, and to have your small ass put me on my face in front of my fiancé and trainer is extremely humiliating. Although, I gotta say as a fan of dramatics in that department,” she threw a mischievous look, raising her brow playfully. “That was pretty badass.”

“Thanks.” I laugh a little as I continue to pick at my food. “So, what happens now?”

“Now,” she sighed. “We play the game. You’ll need to keep a low profile while we set the stage. Obviously, it would be strange if it got out that you were living with John before you’re at least spotted together in public. If we play it right, I think we could make it seem like you’ve been secretly dating the past few months.”

“To the public?”

“Right. But as for the feds and Drubmans? They’ll see that you’ve wrapped John Seed around your finger, doing your job as the engagement gets announced.”

Finishing off half of the sandwich, I gave her a look. “When is that?”

“I don’t know. Honestly, I think it’s all a bit cliché. Just stage a damn break in. Rough John up a bit, break in for fake documents or something.”

I laughed at her as Jane shrugged. “There’s an idea.”

There was a relief in finding some common ground with Jane, something I didn’t realize I truly needed up until now. I didn’t have any allies here, but maybe I wouldn’t have to be so alone. The idle chatter between us was slow, nothing deep, both of us guarded. The trust wasn’t there, and I had to respect her for being smart enough to not give away any details I could use.

After I was finished, she offered a tour, but I stubbornly refused. I was going to walk around his palace and admire what he was, but that didn’t help me from my eyes wondering, eyeing the pictures of family here and there. Most of it was just abstract paintings he decorated on his walls, but I could see a family painting and a few pictures. There were black and white shots of planes on the wall behind me, for whatever reason. I crushed my curiosity down out of pride.

I finally called it a night, throwing Jane a good night over my shoulder as I made my way back to the room I was assigned. Locking the door behind me, I sighed heavily. I could watch tv for the rest of the night, allow myself to slip into a mindless state to help with the tension that I was feeling. But my curiosity finally won out as I started to explore my room in more depth. I walked over to the double doors on the other side of the room, wishfully hoping it was a way to escape.

As I ripped the doors opened, I am both star-shocked and disappointed. Part of me wanted it to lead to a secret balcony of some sort, but what I found instead was an unnecessarily huge walk-in closet. I flipped the light on to see the racks completely filled with clothes: dresses, suits, designer jeans and shirts. There were sunglasses, jewelry, and shoes.

I almost died as I knelt down to check the bottom of the shelves, eyeing the boots that sat there innocently. It was like a damn bookshelf, all the boots at the bottom with a few gym shoes and then…then the heels made up for the rest of it. My eyes widened at the sight of a few Doc Martens, a regular pair, one knee high, and the last was heeled. I couldn’t help but smile in excitement, my love for boots knew no bounds in all honestly. I moved on, checking out the assortment of heels. Most were black, some blue, silver, and grey. There were a few red and burgundy ones, too, and I couldn’t help but…feel a bit of unease.

Frowning, I glance back around, noting the colors—or lack thereof—and I felt a chill. It was strange to me that somehow, whoever did this, knew my taste. Knew my style well enough to pull it off. I turned, grabbed a heel, eyeing that famous red sole before checking the size. I dropped it as if I had been burned, then ripped a black business professional dress off the hanger and checked the tag. A shaky breath escaped my lips as the dress slipped to the floor. Everything was in my size…how the fuck did this happen?

Catching sight of a gown bag, I swallowed before rushing over. I pulled it, carefully unzipping it as I went. Pulling a side back, I drop it and scramble away. Newly dry cleaned and packed perfectly away, was the same dress I wore that night at the gala. I tried to take a calming breath, convincing myself it was a coincidence and that I was just paranoid. But I’ve done this for so long, my instincts couldn’t help but scream, warning me that this was all just too much to not mean something, but I wasn’t sure what. He had seen the dress, maybe he had bought it knowing that. But that didn’t explain everything else.

I’m hesitant, because lately every time I tried to dig, something bad ended up happening to me. My curiosity had done nothing positive for me in weeks, and this was no better. I didn’t want to see this, I didn’t want to acknowledge the possibilities…but I wouldn’t be alive today if hadn’t done those things. Biting my lip, I slowly think up for a plan to see what I could find. A visit to a certain friend could help put things in motion in finding out anything I needed to know. So, I walk out of the closet with a bitter thought of how anyone could afford—or deserve to afford—even half the shit in that damn closet.

Those were my thoughts as I woke up the next morning in the slate grey sheets and expensive down comforter. Worse case scenario I suffered through this for a few months, getting a taste of what I could have when this was all over. It wasn’t that bad. I had protection, slept at a penthouse, all needs were taken care of. I could put up with the insufferable asshole. I had the patience for that.

Right?

I eyed the closet doors and felt a twist of doubt, unsure if I did. Half of me screamed to ignore it and keep my hand down for the sake of getting by without causing anymore trouble. The other demanded answers, curiosity and anger working together to piece every little thing together.

Groaning, I sat up and made my way to the bathroom, doing my usual morning routine. Throwing on a pair of black shorts and adjusting my tank top, I cautiously open the bedroom door. The smell of bacon hit me immediately, and I could hear the sizzling of something. I sighed in relief, shutting the door behind me and running my hand through my hair. If Jane was here, that would make me feel at least a tad better, even though I was the reason she was sporting black eyes now.

My feet hit the cold surface of the stairs as I made my descent, glancing over once the kitchen came into view, and freezing on the spot. I debate running back up the stairs, but he glances over his shoulder at me. There’s no going back now.

I would have never guessed that John could cook, and even if he did, I didn’t think him the kind of person to cook for himself. So, it’s a shock to me, and it’s the excuse I use as I stare at him. His back is bare, with him being in only grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. It gave me the perfect view of his tattoos. A huge black and blue raven spreading across his shoulder blades, a symbol on his left shoulder, a knife and snake under it, and a plethora of smaller, individual ones along his forearm. I couldn’t get a better look on his other side, but I was so sure that he had others. And as much as I admired the ink across his skin, it was the lines of scars that threw me.

Taking my time, I continued down while keeping a watchful eye on him. I had underestimated him; I knew that much. I just wasn’t sure how much. Joseph showed some cards yesterday, enough for me to know and understand that crossing him would be a terrible mistake on my part. But John…he was still a mystery, and I couldn’t afford any more surprises.

“Wren.” He looked over his shoulder briefly once more, before turning back. It’s alien, how my name falls from his lips. It makes me feel something else that I don’t know how to place. “It’s about time. I thought I would have to come up and make sure you hadn’t died in your sleep.” He called as I stood by the island. His voice had a deepness, almost husky, and I wondered if he sounded like that every morning. Up close I could see the red scars better. Some were random lines, others were words. Sins carved into his skin harshly, as I spy Sloth under his right forearm along with the other tattoos there. I force my attention away from it, swallowing my curious questions.

“I thought Jane would be making breakfast.” I shot back with a shrug that he couldn’t see, so focused on the skillet in front of him. “I was disappointed.”

John moved, transferring whatever he made onto a plate. “Jane is with Faith at their house. She doesn’t stay here. Faith prefers her fiancée at home.” He turned with the plate in his hand, placing it on the island and pointing at the barstool. “Sit. You need to eat.”

Any retort died in my throat as he fished his phone out of his pocket. His chest was well toned and lean. He wasn’t big like Jacob seemed to be, but he had muscle to him. Part of me wondered how much of a challenge he would be if it were an actual fair fight, just him and I. His body was lithe, for sure, so not only would he have strength on his side, but he would be fast, too. I’ve already had a taste of that.

My eyes trace the lines of the scales he has tattooed just under his chest and ending just above his belly button, with another starting right under. A smaller version of the symbol in the center as dark lines and shading to give it a dark glow, with a design underneath that was cut off by his pants. I sat down, feeling uncomfortably warm, and looked down at the plate. “I’d appreciate you not acting like you’re my dad, telling me what to do.” I snarked.

John stopped texting to throw me a dark look, the corners of his mouth twisting the slightest in a smirk, opening his mouth to say something. He stopped himself, hesitating, before his mouth forms a tight line. “Just eat.” He began typing away again, his hair falling in his face a bit. “We’re going to have to announce our…relationship to the public soon. I’ve made a reservation for us this weekend. It’ll give your face time to heal and the sooner we get this going, the better.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tossed his phone on the counter. “I hope you like Italian.”

He leaned against the counter, his hands gripping the edge as he stared at me. I almost rolled my eyes. How this man could be nothing but business while walking around in sweats was just ridiculous. “Oh good, I love spaghetti.” He said nothing, but I could see the frustration and ire working its way into his eyes. “I’m kidding. Italian is fine.” This time I did roll my eyes.

“Good. There’s plenty of clothes in your closet, and I hope you found something that suits your taste in the bathroom. I don’t know what brands you use, or whatever.” His phone buzzed, gaining his attention.

“You were the one that did that?” I asked, raising a brow at him, my thoughts going to mystery of the wardrobe I had been given. John snapped his gaze to mine.

“No.” he answered, quickly and almost snapping at me. Clearing his throat, he continued. “No, Whitney and Faith did that. I couldn’t be bothered with it. She thought you and Jane were about the same size.”

I narrowed my eyes at him when he looked away. That was…awfully fast, especially for the amount that littered that damn closet. It didn’t really make sense, but I shove it aside, not wanting to start a fight first thing in the morning. “And here I thought it was for the women I’m sure you have milling in and out.”

Ah. So much for no fighting. Pull a punch only to throw another. Good job, Wren.

But John scoffed, a small smirk on his lips. “My one-night stands don’t stay, my dear. And no one would ever be allowed to keep anything here, let alone a full closet of that size.” He threw me a taunting look. “Which I’m sure you’ll understand.”

I frowned, my nose wrinkling. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean you seducing all those men you con—”

I threw my head back, a laugh escaping before I look back at him. “Oh, no. I don’t sleep with my marks. Ever. That’s a rule of mine. I don’t ever mix business with pleasure. Besides, most of those men are old and cringy. No thank you.”

“Why?” he asked, folding his arms as he leaned against them on the island. “Bad experience?” He smirked at his own innuendo and I hesitated. I didn’t trust him, not by a long shot, and I didn’t want to ever give him something to use against me. But on the other hand, he was supposed to be an ally, my employer’s brother, and for this particular job, my partner. So, against my better judgement, I decide to be honest.

“When we’re recruited, we learn that creating ties is dangerous.” I stared, playing with the food with a fork. “So, we’re taught how to kind of…shut our emotions away.” Sighing I give him a look. “And for some people, it’s harder said than done.”

He quirked his brow at me. “You don’t have sex because you will get emotionally attached?” John laughed. “Oh, you’re one of those. A bit needy and can get a bit clingy because they end up wanting something more.”

I immediately frowned, irritation making my face hot. Fucking playboys. “No, I don’t sleep with them because they’re disgusting, greedy leeches, and it’s unprofessional. Sex complicates everything, because you’re always messing with someone’s emotions, and that’s where I draw my line. I’m in the game of stealing, not manipulating someone’s emotions just because I can. That being said,” I hopped off the stool, pushing the plate away, before I lean close to him. “Just because some women want something more, and have feelings, doesn’t make them needy or clingy. In fact, they aren’t the ones to blame at all. It’s not their fault you’re a heartless asshole.”

I turned, making my way back up the stairs without another word.

Coming back down a bit later, I found him no where in sight. Jane and Randy sat at the island instead, playing poker. They looked up at the sound of my approach. “I need a car. Unless you two wanna drive me around all day, although I would prefer to be alone.”

Randy hesitated looking uneasy. “Uh, I don’t think—”

“Just give her the keys to the Lexus. John has been using the Audi, he’s not gonna miss it.” Jane cut him off, throwing me a smirk. I couldn’t help but return it, the guilt slowly faded away more as the mutual respect began to grow between us. I had a feeling we were going to get along just fine.

He gave Jane one more look before turning back to me. “The table in the foyer, there’s a black tray where he keeps his keys. Do not grab anything other than the keys for his Lexus.” Randy warned, pointing at me. I rolled my eyes, making my way over.

I raised a brow, seeing the keys neatly laid out. How many cars did this guy have? I rolled my eyes, grabbing the Lexus key fob. I was ready to get the fuck out of here and see what I could find, both with the wardrobe confusion and the apartment issue.

Duncan, you asshole.

I huffed as I parked on the side of the street, eyeing the building. This was the right place, right? Checking my mirror, I open the door and exit the car. I immediately miss the air conditioning, but I push that aside. I was on a mission and this was long overdue. I should have done this before anything else, but it had gotten away from me. I guess being kidnapped had a way of taking up your time.

The building was beautiful to say the least. And I wasn’t sure how the owner did it, mixing between old and modern. It was one of the classier tattoo shops I’ve come across. Made that familiar urge rise up within me again, that familiar and comforting sting that always left something beautiful behind.

Pain was temporary, but vanity…vanity was forever.

Making a mental note to come up with some ideas, I pushed the glass door open. This had to be the one. It was the only tattoo shop close to Mary May’s sports bar, and she did mention it was down the road. I would hunt them down, one by one, though. How many tattoo parlors could Atlanta have anyway? I was determined.

The air conditioning was welcoming when I entered, and a bell dinged to announce my arrival. The inside was gorgeous, to say the least. Dark walls with light flooring, a red accent wall that made the room pop in a way that drew you in. While most of it was sleek, there were Victorian touches here and there, from the plush couch to the light fixtures. A beautiful balance.

“Hold on, I’m comin’!” A male voice drawled, and I couldn’t help but allow my lips to curl into a smirk. I broadened when Sharky came around the corner. He stopped short, seeing me standing in the lobby, and I watched as he took a second to recover. “Oh. Hey there, Shorty. What’cha up to?”

I watched the way he shifted his weight from foot to foot while shoving his hands in his green hoodie. “Nothing much. I was in the neighborhood and thought I would drop by. Mary May said you got a new gig here recently. Didn’t know you were an artist, Sharky.”

“Oh, well.” He cleared his throat while throwing me a sheepish smile. “I actually do the piercings, you see. I ain’t good at drawing or any of that fancy stuff.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “To each their own. But uh…I came here for a reason.”

Catching onto my meaningful stare, he jumped with eyes wide. “Oh! Yeah, follow me this way. We can talk back here.” Sharky turned with a wave of his hand, and I followed him back down the hallway. I eyed the work hung up on the walls, but nothing stood out specifically to me. Just drawings or pictures of work that was done, very good work.

“Who did all these?” I asked.

“Our boss.” Sharky called over his shoulder as he opened a door at the end of the hallway. “He doesn’t come around much with his big-shot career taking up most of his time, but when he is here, he ain’t got any extra time. You gotta book him months in advance.”

I raised my brow, impressed. I’ve had my fair share of experience with talented artists, so it wasn’t that shocking that someone was so in demand. What was shocking was the fact that it wasn’t this man’s main gig. A big-shot career? What the hell did this guy do? And that question became even bigger as I stepped into what I assumed to be his office. Huge glass desk with a fancy computer, with blotch tests framed and amazing abstract paintings hung proudly on the walls. What really caught my attention was the one painting that seemed to be misplaced.

It was religious, that was for sure. A dark version of the Garden of Eden, Eve being entangled naked by a snake while Adam gripped her and bled. I had never seen anything like it before, but something about made you just stare. Sharky finally caught onto what had grabbed my attention.

“Oh yeah. He uh, he has an obsession with religion. I mean, some of his family does, too. Especially his parents, so…there are pieces like that in some of our rooms. Each one is inspired by a sin, I think.”

“And this one?”

“I think it’s supposed to be temptation or something. Or a warning to not touch snakes or naked ladies. I’m not sure.”

I shook my head. “Listen, I came here to check on you and discuss some business. I also need a favor.”

Sharky shifted uneasily. “What’s up?”

“I had some cops, and a fed, tell me they shook you down for information on me. They obviously have been following me because they had a photo of us talking. Any chance that they got anything on you?”

“Feds?” he asked throwing me a confused look. “Nah, nobody approached me.”

“Then what made you have a career change?” I asked.

“Thought it would be a good idea to make legit money, too. Besides, my boss wanted me.

“Is this the same guy whose name was on my lease?” Sharky flinched, giving me my answer, and I sighed. “Damn it, Sharky. I told you to put it under me—”

“My boss wouldn’t let me.”

“What do you mean?”

Sharky paled, making a show of glancing at a watch he didn’t own. “Oh, look. I gotta go—”

I immediately stepped into this path, crossing my arms as I blocked the door. “Sharky, explain. Now.”

“Okay!” he threw his hands up in defense. “My boss…well, he knows about you. Like, knows that you’re a total badass and stuff. So…he invested.”

“Invested?” I asked, an uneasy feeling coming over me. I thought I was flying under the radar, only coming out of the shadows because John had caught me. “What do you mean he knows about me?”

“Well,” he rubbed the back of his neck, unwilling to meet my eyes. “he knows of you. Knows what you can do. And well, he’s my boss Shorty. I can’t do business with just anybody.”

“Sharky, you’re a fence. That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do.”

“It’s more complicated than that.” He mumbled, staring at his feet. “If it weren’t for my boss, I’d be dead. He saved my life. So, no, I only do fence work for him and who he allows.”

My brows furrowed. This was supposed to clear up things, not making them more confusing. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it, but my aunt got me out of some…family issues. And well, my boss took me under his wing, kinda. Protected me, you know?” My heart tugged for him. I knew family issues all too well, and he was lucky to have someone to be there for him. Well, fuck.

“So, this ‘Duncan’ is your boss?” I sighed. “And he…invested?”

Sharky perked up at the change of my tone. “Yeah! He was like, super impressed with what you did in L.A., so yeah. He invested.”

“He…he knows about what happened in Cali?” I breathed out, a chill going over my spine.

Of all the things, that wasn’t something I would want anyone to witness. I was still licking my wounds from my wounded pride, my actually injuries healed long ago. It was the first time I had been caught, a tip was given, and I had found myself fighting for my life. I was lucky enough to avoid law enforcement, which seemed to be a miracle. I definitely left a lasting impression and I wasn’t sure if I would ever walk into that city again. Not that I would ever miss it. Good riddance.

“Yeah, but don’t worry.” He waved it off with a roll of his eyes. “He ain’t worried ‘bout all that.”

“So…when you bought me that dress…” I trailed off, the dress coming to mind as I gave him a look.

“He did. I ain’t that good at woman shopping.” Sharky replied with a laugh. “He has good taste, knows exactly what to get. That knife strap still working good?”

“The strap is fine.” I replied absentmindly. I had returned that dress, never keeping things that I used or wore on jobs to destroy any connection. I didn’t like this, not one bit. There was an extremely small chance it was a coincidence. It might not have even been the same dress I wore, just a replica that Whitney had bought. It could have been a joke on John’s part. Perhaps I was just reaching due to paranoia. I sighed and decided to change the subject. But…about that favor?”

“What do you need?” he asked cautiously.

“I need a new set of throwing knives. Just like, three of them. Custom made with the blue blades.”

Sharky threw his head back and groaned. “Girly, you know how much those cost? You want regular throwing knives, I got you. But those customized ones? My boss—”

“If he’s really invested, then he’ll get them.” I replied sternly. “I’m assuming he’s going to want me to do a job for him then?”

Sharky sighed, shaking his head. “It’s complicated. I don’t know what the dude wants, but he keeps the money comin’ for yah.”

“Well…that might be a blessing with what work I have cut out in front of me.” I walked towards the desk, finding it neat and clear of any documentation. Nothing that I could swipe, but there were interesting paperweights and fancy pens. No pictures of family…nothing. “I got myself tied up in a job for the next few months, at least.”

“Job with who?” he asked, not even noticing me taking note of everything I could. I was desperate for a clue, for anything, that could lead me to who this guy was. I didn’t like that someone was watching from the shadows.

“I don’t think I’m really allowed to say.” I replied turning back to him. “I know that I’m gone once it’s over. Tell your boss I appreciate…whatever it is that he did, but I don’t think I’m interested in whatever he has in mind. I just want the knives.”

Sharky shrugged. “I don’t think he has anything in mind, just interested in yah. You want me to deliver those knives somewhere special?”

I snorted. “You can have him deliver them himself to get rid of all this mystery bullshit. But if that can’t be arranged, I can just stop by here. Either way.”

Sharky gave a nod. I was tired of all this suspense, all these surprises that seemed to come out of nowhere. I didn’t know how many people were involved with this, but I was hoping that I had reached the end. Having another player in the game wasn’t something I could afford at the moment. I couldn’t even handle my new roommate, let alone Drubman and the feds breathing down my neck. Which reminded me that I needed to check in sooner rather than later before they hunted me down.

I only stayed for a few more hours, talking and joking with him. I didn’t get a whole lot of time with Sharky, or anyone for that matter. I never really allowed myself to make friends, and I always viewed him, and Mary May, more along the lines of associates or colleagues than anything. But I had found myself growing more and more fond of these people, no matter how much I tried to avoid it.

Finally, waving goodbye, I exited the shop and back into the heat of Atlanta. Somehow, I had managed to kill most of the day, which was fine by me. Normally I was a home body, but with my new living arrangement, I was desperate to get out of the house. Suddenly I found that I enjoyed being out and about.

I turned, checking to see Sharky gone as I pulled out my phone and clicked on her contact. Bringing it to my ear, I listened to it ring. I knew she was about to get busy, but I was hoping she would answer anyway.

“Hello?” Mary May answered, relief flooding over me.

“Hey, May. It’s me.”

“Well, look who decided to stick around. I assumed you were still here since you never swung by to say bye.” There was a beat of silence, but not enough for me to answer. “Wait, unless you’re already gone. Did you leave without saying bye, you asshole?”

I chuckled at her. She was always so damn mouthy. “No, I’m still here in Atlanta.” Unfortunately. “But I’m calling you because I need a favor. Can you look someone up for me?”

“Oh.” She sounded shocked, but she recovered quickly. “Yeah, sure. What’s the name?”

“Duncan. Male, I think.”

“First or last?”

“Yeah, I’m not entirely sure.” I replied almost sheepishly.

Mary May sighed. “Wren, do you have any idea how common that name is? That’s going to take me forever.”

“Well, apparently he’s a big-time businessman here in Atlanta, so that could help. He also owns a tattoo shop. Oh, and the bastard was renting my apartment the whole fucking time. There’s that.”

Mary May hesitated. “Wait…tattoo parlor? Wren, where are you?”

“In Atlanta—”

“Where exactly?” she pressed. I frowned as she sighed. Where the hell was this coming from. “Like, what’s the name of the parlor?”

“It’s the one Sharky is working with. I dropped by and said hey.” I said, brushing it aside.

“Does Sharky know you’re doing this?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” I replied impatiently. “His boss has a keen interest, and I have every intention on finding out who has their eye on me.”

Mary May groaned. “Why do I get the feeling this is going to end badly? I can already tell this is going to turn into a ‘Wren-Gets-Into-More-Trouble-Than-She-Anticipated’ moment.”

“Where’s your faith, May?”

“Extremely low considering the last week.”

“Oh…well yeah, that’s fair.”

“So, the name of the tattoo parlor?”

“Right, hang on.” I turned back, checking to make sure Sharky was still out of sight before my eyes fall to the glass. “It’s called—"

I froze, frowning as I eyed the decal on the window. I can’t help but feel irritated, knowing that I had seen that symbol somewhere but couldn’t think of where for the life of me. I pinched the bridge of my nose as a headache began to form.

“Wren?”

“Oh, yeah. Uhm, it’s called Garden of…of Eden…?” I almost scoffed. There was no fucking way. “Yeah, okay, so this guy is religious. Or likes to play with a religious theme. I half expect him to be old and gross. And if that’s the case, tell him I’m a lesbian.”

She snorted. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see what I can find.”

“Thank you.” Just as I hung up, a little alert came through, announcing a new text. As I read it, my heart sank. Fuck.

Update? You’ve been silent too long. -JH

Welp. There was that. With everything going on, I completely forgot that I was actually supposed to be checking in with them, giving updates as things progressed. I bit my lip, trying hard to think of a good response. If they found out I had moved in with John, they would know something was up. This had to be done delicately or we were all screwed. Me, above the rest, though.

Made some progress with the youngest brother. Having dinner. Will keep you updated.

Shoving the phone in my pocket, I make my way to my new car. I was just ready to crawl in bed, sleep forever, and pretend this wasn’t fucking happening. This had only gotten worse, people shifting their attention towards me like never before. It was annoying and I wanted it over with. I couldn’t wait to leave, to go somewhere secluded where no one would ever be able to find me unless I wanted them to.

I drove back quickly, doing my best to avoid the traffic. Eyeing the black Audi, I groan. That only meant that John was back, and I really didn’t have the patience for this asshole anymore today. Part of me hoped that he would be holed up in his office, and I took comfort in it.

But all of that came crashing down when I stepped into the penthouse, loud music playing, the lights dimmed except for his massive lounge. Laughter and thrilled shrieking joined the music, forcing my headache to get even worse. I began to make my way over cautiously, eyeing Jane as she leaned against the separating wall of the room and hallway. She gave me a look as I stepped into the light of the room.

Nothing in this world really shocks me anymore, but I have to hand it to him, John Seed kept me on my toes. “What the fuck?’ I muttered under my breath, taking in the scene before me. John had the same suit on from this morning, or what was left of it. The vest was gone along with the jacket, his sleeves rolled up and the woman half across his lap must have been responsible for unbuttoning half the buttons, or ripping them, seeing that there were a few scattered on the floor. She was in a bright red dress that clung to her curves almost revealing, and she had no issue with pressing all of it against him. Her blonde hair curled and falling messily out of some sort of updo.

The two men on the adjacent part of the couch were no better. Though the women that accompanied them seemed a bit…paid for. They were older, rich by the looks of it, and I’m sure they lived like kings. I recognized one as Charles, the man I had tried to steal from, and the other was a man I hadn’t seen before. He had a half-assed combover with a gut.

“Who the fuck is this?”

I turned at the sound of the blonde’s shitty tone. Her red lipstick is a bit smeared, leaving some on the collar of John’s shirt and his neck. The eyeliner being smudged gave her a coked-out vibe that I wasn’t sure sat well with me, and eyeing the living room table, I found out why. Lines of white powder, nice and neat, laid contrasting against the black glass, and looking at John, I could see remnants of is in his facial hair. His eyes were glassy and bloodshot, his face flushed out. He looked at her with a lazy smile.

“No one, Holly. Don’t worry about her.” John drawled.

I narrowed my eyes at him as Jane sighed behind me. My jaw ticked as I tried to evaluate the situation. I felt like I had just come home to find my husband cheating, and not in the sense that I was betrayed by someone I loved. No. It was the feeling like I was the butt of a joke, that I was to be humiliated, and I was pathetic even being here to confront him for it.

“Right. I’m no one.” I echoed emptily. He caught my gaze once more, the challenge there in his eyes. “That’s exactly how the conversation went.” I’m not a jealous girlfriend—or fiancé—in this moment. I’m a pissed off business partner, who has found just how irresponsible her associate is; that had realized that this was a side of John Seed that wasn’t expected. I might have hated John Seed, but he had my respect.

Until now.

John smirked before hanging his head back. “Please go away. The last thing I want to deal with now is you. You’re ruining my fun with my friends.”

“Your friends?” I scoffed. A sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach made me cringe. “You call these people your friends?”

He laughs, looking at Holly. “She doesn’t even like to have sex. Such a fucking prude. Doesn’t know how to have fun.”

“That’s okay, sweetheart.” The fat one called. “You can come over here and I’ll teach yah!”

I scoffed glancing down at my shoes, trying to ignore the sting in my chest, and I look back up with a mocking laugh. “No, I have more self-respect than that. Unlike the other’s in this room, it seems.” I walk closer to John, his smirk falling at my words as I lean down. “Yeah, I might not be on your level of a good fucking time, and I lie, manipulate, and steal.” I sneered lowly as Holly returned to the table with a rolled up hundred-dollar bill. “But what I don’t do…is lie to myself. I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not for the sake of so-called friends that want nothing from me, but drugs and money. I don’t fill that dark hole with useless shit.” I lean back, taking a step away. “I may not have liked you, but I at least respected you. Disappointing that you don’t.” I sighed, looking at his little plaything. Clearing my throat, making a show of wiping my nose. “You gotta little something…”

She glared at me, rubbing the back of her hand against her nose, but traces of cocaine lingered. “Fuck off!”

“Classy.” I replied unamused, before quickly turning and walking out. “I hope you enjoy yourselves.” Jane met my gaze as I passed her, her eyes sad and tired. My heart is heavy for her, knowing that it was not just her boss, but her brother-in-law in there, wasting his life away on the things that didn’t matter. For people who would never give a shit about him.

“He wasn’t always like that, you know.”

I stop as I enter the main hall, my eyes catching the sight of Joseph leaning against the wall in the dark. He’s wearing a simple suit, similar to what he had worn yesterday, with the same damn sunglasses. “What? Arrogant, misguided, and heartless?”

He threw me a look, those eyes searching my soul until he pushed himself off the wall. “Walk with me.” Giving a slight nod towards the balcony outside, I walk next to him slowly.

Joseph is completely at ease, despite this not being his scene. He seemed so out of place, but he took it in stride. He pushed the sliding glass door open, the cooler air hitting us as we stepped out. Shutting the door behind us, he turned and walked towards the railing, leaning against it as he admired the view. It was fully dark by now, the lights of the city competing with the stars in the sky.

“My brother is most of those things and more, but heartless isn’t one of them.” Joseph finally spoke, drawing my attention to him, seeing the lights reflect in the yellow lens. “He would like you to believe that, because well…I guess that would make him stronger…untouchable, in a sense, yes?”

I leaned with him, deep in thought and hanging onto his every word. “Yes, I suppose that would make anyone feel invincible.”

“Hmm.” He gave me a glance before turning back and sighing. “John used to be such a loving child, constantly laughing and smiling, believe it or not. His parents…his parents ripped that from him.”

“You mean your parents.” I corrected with a furrowed brow, but Joseph just shook his head and looked at me.

“No, I mean John’s parents.” He cleared his throat a bit before continuing. “I’m going to tell you this because I need this to work between the two of you. I need you to work together and right now, that partnership is in flames. Anymore stress, and one of you is bound to explode, and John is infamous for his anger issues, especially to his enemies. And Ms. Blake, despite only knowing you for only 24 hours, I do not with that upon you. But this goes nowhere, do you understand? This stays between us.”

It’s quiet for a second as his eyes drill into mine, and I realize he’s waiting for an answer. “Oh. Yes, of course. I understand. I won’t say a word.”

Satisfied, he turned back to the city and I followed suit, hyperaware of Joseph’s words as they fall from his lips. “I suppose I should start from the very beginning. Our father was a…god fearing man. Knew the bible like the back of his hand. And while he held bible verses in one, he held a drink in another. He was an alcoholic and well…he took a lot of it out on us.”

“And your mother?” I whispered, my heart starting to ache.

“Oh, well, she was there, but she wasn’t.” he sighed. “I didn’t know it as well as I do now. Maybe I had known, I just didn’t want to admit it or accept it. But she was absent, locked away in the bedroom days at a time. I can’t say for sure if it was pills or a needle, but I knew well enough back then that she wasn’t of much help to any of us. It was Jacob who protected us.”

“He definitely seems like the type.” I muttered, remembering the towering man, and Joseph chuckled. “So, what happened?”

Joseph clicks his tongue matter-of-factly. “It was John, actually. That’s how they found out. He went to school with bruises on him and the teacher saw. The next thing we knew…child protective services had come for us.” It’s quiet again as he pauses, and I absorb the information. Even with the sounds of the city, you can hear the water in the pool, and it’s relaxing. There’s a loud cheering from inside and Joseph decides to break the silence. “We got adopted, of course. But…well, they were worse than what we came from, and Jacob being Jacob…well, he wouldn’t ever stand for it.”

“What did he do?”

“He caught their barn on fire.” I frowned immediately, flinching away as if he had slapped me, but Joseph paid no mind, not noticing my reaction. “Then he beat them to death. And they deserved it, but the authorities didn’t see it that way. So, they took Jacob away from us. Not long after that, John was finally adopted.” Another sigh as he shifted. “And these people, swore to be good Christian people, but didn’t know the meaning of it. Swore that John was born evil, born in sin.” He looked at me with a shake of his head. “Misplaced belief breeds disaster. Always.”

The way he said it made a chill go up my spine, my body going cold with dread. “They sound insane.”

“You haven’t even heard the half of it, my dear.” Joseph clenched and unclenched his hands as he stared at them. “They beat him, manipulated him, tore him down until he was exactly what they wanted. He was a shell of himself. Made him confess to sins he had never committed and made it to where he believed he was wrong. His whole existence was nothing but sin. So, he learned how to be the perfect son. Learned how to become a chameleon of sorts, changing colors and pieces of himself for each interaction and person. Something I’m sure you can relate to?”

I shift uncomfortably under his gaze, because it’s so true. Both of us trained and taught to be what others wanted us to be, to be the perfect shining example that stood above the rest. I hated that he was right, that there were similarities between the two of us that shook me to the core, and I wanted to rip it away. To deny any of it, because I would never do what he was doing now. Never would I fall so low.

Become one of his coked-up buddies he keeps around, for all I fucking care. If you value your life, you’ll do this.

A sick feeling twists inside as Hurk Sr’s words whisper harshly in my mind. I did value my life, and I wasn’t so sure of what I would and wouldn’t do anymore. If someone had asked me a few months ago if I would stage an engagement, I would’ve laughed in their face. But yet, here I was, in a situation I had sworn I would never allow myself to get into; a situation where someone else was in control and pulling the strings. I couldn’t really say anything anymore.

“He quit for a while.” Joseph murmured. “John hasn’t…he hasn’t done something like this in a very long time. But we need the partnership, I need them in there to align with us. He knows that…and this was his way…this is my fault, and I know that. John would do anything for his family.”

“You didn’t ask him to do any of that, Joseph.” I whispered. “We make our own choices. And there’s another way, John just…doesn’t know how to apply it yet.” I don’t know why I was defending him, but I knew I spoke from experience. When you didn’t know how else to handle a situation, you always fell on bad habits. They were the most comfortable.

“I’m hoping he will get better. He has, really. But tonight has me worried.” He scoffed. “The Duncan’s did a hell of a job on him, and I’m doing what I can to break their hold. After dead for so many years, you would think their influence would’ve died with them.”

My heart stops as I look at Joseph. “What? What did you say?” He gave me a confused look, and I clarified. “The name. Who?”

“The Duncan’s. They were John’s adoptive parents. Before he changed it back, John’s last name was Duncan.” I swallow as Joseph looked away, brushing something off his suit jacket.

John Duncan.

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☆Abbachio x Reader: 1. Turbo!☆

You drove calmly down the streets of Naples without a single worry. Since you can remember, you’ve been in love with the historic city. The sights you could see, the history behind it, the gang act- wait, gang activity?!

As you were driving, someone caught your eye. A man with long, lilac hair and…odd clothing. He was on the street corner, slumped against a nearby brick wall. Three other men stood around him, their eyes spelling trouble. You watched on, hoping the mysterious man would know what to do, but unfortunately…that wasn’t the truth. They threw relentless punches at him. He blocked and defended himself, but eventually got tired and put up less of a fight. Nearby people only watched, not wanting to be the next person found dead in the ocean. An unstoppable sense of justice hit you then…

Without really thinking, you stopped your car in the middle of the street, your eyes determined. You ran up to the three men, grabbing their attention. In a second, they both whipped around. The mysterious man looked…surprised.

“Who the fuck is this whore!?”

“You’re next, you little bitch!”

The men threw insult after insult at you, but you remained somewhat unphased. You gave the purple hair man the “Get in the fucking car you cuck” look.

“Me? Next? I wouldn’t even let you pay to touch me.” The words left your mouth, and you felt some crushing sense of regret.

Damn your feistyness.

The man with the long, pointy hair rose to his feet, finally finding the opportunity to get up and escape. He ran to your car as you told him so, and prepared to drive off…but he didn’t. He looked at your small figure, holding off three men. His heart tugged towards you.

“Tch. Women don’t know when to stay out of shit, do they?” He ran out of the car, sweeping you up and jumping in the driver’s seat, pressing the petal to the floor.

☆☆☆☆

The ride wasn’t quiet. Definitely the opposite of quiet. He white knuckled the steering wheel.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Y/N” you said plainly, as to not piss him off even more.

“Why the hell did you intervene?!” He yelled, sharply.

“Was I supposed to let you get your ass kicked?! Did you forget about the part where you were on the floor bleeding?!” You snapped. He got mad at you in your own car. The audacity!

“Watch your mouth! The only reason I’m not pushing you out is because I can’t go to jail. Remember that, Y/N.”

“Oh please. Would you give me my fucking car back? Please and thank you?”

“No.” He said plainly. Your face turned red out of pure anger.

“What do you mean "no”?!“ You said, leaning over towards him. He took quick glances towards your face and back at the wheel. God, you were cute. And so close. He found himself growing fond of that angry, pouty face. He took a deep breath, and tried to muster the rest of his words.

"I need to get back to my gang.” His words were less heated now, his deep voice resonated within you.

“Your gang…? Is that why those men we-”

“Yes. That’s why those men were attacking me.” He interrupted you, his words more panicked then mean. He must of wanted to get home, badly. You considered his words.

“Fine. You can drive yourself home. In exchange for a few things.” Annoyance covered his face again. “Tell me…your name.” You said, curiously.

“Abbachio” he said, hesitantly.

“That’s a surprisingly fitting name.” You liked it quite a bit. He rolled his eyes. “Last thing.” You checked down at your watch. 9PM. You wouldn’t get home before 11PM, and would rather lie and sleep with gang members then get chewed out by your parents. “You let me meet these gang members.” You didn’t ask for a sleepover quite yet. You hoped the members would like you enough to ask for you to. You snickered at your own intentions.

“Fucking fine. I suppose you’ll have to anyways considering they won’t stop asking who’s car this is.” You cheered inside a bit. Part of you genuinely found the stoic man kind of cute, if not a pain in the ass.

“Sounds like a plan.” You said back, keeping your excitement hidden.

☆☆☆☆

Abbachio rolled up to a luxurious mansion, his stoic expression not changing. “We’re here, woman.” You smiled to yourself a bit. You stepped out of the car, stretching. An unplanned feeling of shyness began washing over you. What if they were all old, creepy men? Or mean tall guys like Abbachio? Well, maybe the second option wouldn’t be…the worst. At the sound of the car rolling up, a few boys swung open the mansion entrance door. They all looked like an interest cast of characters, you thought. One with a short bob cut approached you first. He raised his eyebrow at abbachio, then at you.

“Abbachio, who is this girl?”

“Her name is Y/N. She got in the way of the mission you sent me out on.” He said, crossing his arms. Emo fucker.

“Hey!” You retorted. “Don’t make it sound like I stopped you. He was getting his ass kicked and I let him take my car to drive himself here.” You heard the rest of the boys behind the bob cut man laugh.

“Well…My name is Bruno. I want to thank you for helping out my confidant there.” Bruno held out his hand for you to shake, and you took it gladly. He was a far cry from abbachio. Polite and sweet.

“It’s no problem!” You smiled wide and goofy. Another boy approached, with dark purple eyes and mischievous smile. He held some kind of textbook under his arm.

“Wow! I’ve never seen abbachio bring a girl home. I almost thought he was ga-” A boy with a tie landed a swift flick to the purple eyed boys forehead. He straightened his posture, sighing. “My name is Narancia.” He smiled similarly to you, youthful and full of huberious.

“And I’m Fugo” said the man who flicked Narancia. “Y/N…huh? That isn’t from here, is it?” He said, curiously.

“Oh, no. It’s not, actually. I’m not foreign but it’s not Italian!” You giggled a bit. Having all the attention was fun, even if you didn’t want to admit it. Then, a boy with golden curls stepped to you. His smile was charming, you felt your heart skip a bit. The annoyance from Abbachio was almost palpable. Did he especially dislike this boy?

“And I’m Giorno Giovanna. It’s truly a pleasure.” He said, his voice smooth. His aura was similar to Bruno’s. He was clever and young, it seemed.

“She’s pretttty!!”

“Mista, mista!”

“Look, finally, a girl!”

You whipped your head around to see a boy with cheetah print pants. He pretended to be annoyed to hide his embarrassment.

“S-Shit. Sorry, I’m Mista. That was..uh..” He searched for the words. He didn’t know you were a fellow stand user.

“Your stand?” You said, curiously. The yellowish humanoids danced around his shoulders. You heard a collective gasp. You scratched the back of your neck, a bit embarrassed. “Oh, yeah. I have one of those! It’s called Heartbreak Hotel. Not many people have stands so I didn’t really say anything.” Mista swallowed, thankful that he didn’t have to take responsibility for his stands words. Abbachio finally let his gaze fall on you. The environment felt a little more…tense.

“Your a stand user?” He said, summoning his.

“Yeah. I..I am. But I won’t hurt anyone! I only recently discovered this talent my self.” Your stand was an interesting one. Heartbreak Hotel was able to increase your charm, making it almost impossible to say no. However, the ability loses its power when someone can identify it correctly. Abbachio put his stand away.

“Hey, guys?” Called out Giorno. “As payment for saving Abbachio, I think we should let her stay over the night. How does that sound to you all?”

“Fuck no.” Said abbachio, his cold exterior still up. Bruno waved his hand at him, a “calm down” sign.

“I think the rest of us would love to have you here. I’ll show you inside”

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The rest of the evening was lovely. You got to cook for the group and even serve Abbachio with a smile. You still found him on your mind, laying on the guestroom bed. The way he said your name made your heart flutter. But before you could get any further with your imagination, you heard a voice.

Not just any voice.

Your voice.

You got up, cautiously. Could it have been an enemy stand? You slowly opened your door, peaking through the crack you made. What you saw made you hold your mouth to keep in a gasp. Abbachio, using his Moody Blues to recreate you walking down one of the halls. He studied your bright, happy face carefully. His face showed a hint of softness. Not much, but it was visible. You swung open the door quickly, scaring him.

“Y/N?! What the fuck?! What are you doing up?! I should-” He stopped mid sentence, noticing that Moody Blues was still there, in your form. He hissed.

“Doing research?” You said, smugly.

“Fuck you.” He retorted.

“Hey, you’re the one giving my copy heart eyes.” He hissed again, rising to his feet. He approached you, his demeanor full of rage. You pretended to not be terrified.

“I could throw you out of the window, girl.”

“And? Why are you acting so rude? Not like I was gonna tell anyone.” He took a step back, crossing his arms. “But…why we’re you…?”

“I wanted to make sure you weren’t an enemy.”

“You’re lying to me. If you thought I was a threat earlier you would of-” He suddenly slammed his hand down onto the wall, the space right near your head.

“I…I think you’re pretty.” The words left his mouth like it pained him. He sneered.

“Pretty?” You repeated. He sneered again, not wanting to clarify. You felt your cheeks hearing up. “W-Well…thank you.” You both shared a quiet moment. Just like before when you first met him, you felt yourself act without thinking. You approached him slowly, cupping the sides of his cheeks. Abbachio could feel his heart thumping. “I…I think you’re handsome, too.”

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Dragon Ball Z Movie 3: Tree of Might

Movie time again. This time around it’s “Tree of Might”, which premiered on July 7, 1990, between Episodes 54 and 55 of the anime.

I feel like this is one of the more popular movies of the lot, but it’s never been high on my list. There is a lot to appreciate here, but there’s some things that bug me, and I guess they don’t bug anyone else quite as much. It’s definitely way better than “World’s Strongest”, so I don’t want to overstate my case here.

The movie opens with a space probe heading for Planet Earth. Pretty sure someone making this movie had just watched “The Empire Strikes Back.”

On Earth, Bulma, Krillin, Oolong, and Gohan are on a camping trip. Okay, so I guess there was at least one other meeting between Gohan and Oolong after Movie 2, and this was it. I’m curious to see if they ever interact in any later films, or the TV series.

Honestly, I’m not really sure why Oolong would be involved here. In the last movie, it made sense, because he was the only one who would drag Gohan out on a Dragon Ball hunt, which drove the whole plot. Here’s he’s just chilling out with the trio who went to Namek. He feels like an odd man out.

I feel like this movie is angling at being an epilogue to the Namek Saga, since it depicts everyone safe and sound on Earth. It doesn’t fit well with continuity, but the Namek Saga was still in progress when this movie came out, so I can’t blame the writers there. In any case, the implication is that Bulma, Krillin, and Gohan all got back to Earth, and the first thing they wanted to do together was spend some quality time with Oolong.

Anyway, Gohan’s mom made him pack a ton of stuff he probably wouldn’t need for a camping trip.

Nearby, that probe lands in the forest and the heat of the impact starts a fire! Ruh-roh!

Krillin wakes up to the smell of burning everything, and we see all the animals fleeing in terror, including this little dragon.

Krillin tells Gohan to use his ki to put out the flames.

While they do that, Gohan notices the dragon trapped under a... log? It looks more like a really long piece of rock, but I don’t know what you’d even call that. Gohan lifts it up and the dragon moves to safety.

Later, the fire’s out, but the forest is still ruined, and the gang feels sorry for all the homeless animals. I don’t know, maybe I’m jaded, but I always found it a little cloying how all the animals just stand around at the edge of the forest, looking all sad, like they’re neighbors or whatever. I don’t know what real deer do in a real forest fire. Maybe they just die, but I’m pretty sure the ones who don’t just keep running until they find somewhere else to live.

Then Krillin has a great idea...

Dragon Ball Z! Wow, this is a great idea, Krillin. This show kicks ass, but unfortunately they already made it, so it’s not really your idea, you know?

But seriously, Krilln plans to track down the Dragon Balls just so they can wish to have the forest restored. In lieu of the usual opening credits, we get this montage of the gang collecting the Dragon Balls. Here’s Gohan flying an aircraft. I’d ask why they thought this made sense, but they had Gohan fly an aircraft in the last movie, so whoever made Tree of Might can just claim that the precedent was already set.

Just a thought, but maybe the reason Gohan does all this zany stuff is because Chi-Chi makes him study too much. By that I mean, she wants him to become a scholar, but for some reason she made him read an entire pilot manual, just in case it ever came up in some entrance exam. We’ve seen how well Gohan absorbs information, so naturally he’d finish the book and want to try it out for himself. Chi-Chi probably made him read a book about lion taming, and then she wonders why Gohan ran off to join the circus.

Here’s a variation on the OP, only with a dinosaur chasing Gohan instead of Bulma. Gohan ought to be strong enough to kick that dinosaur’s ass, though.

For some reason, Tien and Chiaotzu happen to be jogging by while they’re at it. Small world, I guess.

And then Gohan shows up with the last ball. Good thing, too. The theme song was almost over.

And finally we get the title card. Granted, these trees in the background don’t look very mighty, but bear with us, we’re getting to that.

DRAGON DRAGON! ROCK THE DRAGON! DRAGON! BALL! Z!

DRAGON DRAGON! ROCK THE DRAGON! COME! COME GET ME!

The sight of Shenron panics that little dragon Gohan saved, and it tries to attack him? That seems like an unusual response. Gohan calls him “Haiya Dragon”, so I guess he named him off-screen?

In the English dub, the dragon was named “Icarus”, which I frankly prefer, because what kind of name is “Haiya Dragon” , anyway? That’d be like naming your son “Hello Human.”

Shenron flails his tail around, and maybe he was getting ready to slap some sense into Icarus, or maybe he didn’t even notice the guy. Anyway, Gohan holds Icarus back and makes their wish.

And the forest is saved! I assume the gang finished their camping trip and went home. All the animals return to their burrows and trees and bushes or whatever, and the probe robot crawls out of its crater. Wait, that can’t be good.

The probe sends signals back to a group of aliens. They confirm the presence of life signs on Earth, although no one can believe it, because they know the Saiyan Kakarot was sent to Earth, and he should have wiped out all of its life a long time ago.

Okay, but why did they bother sending the probe if they didn’t think there would be anything there worth finding? Well, anyway, the probe reports that Earthis a suitable environment for the Shinseijuu Tree, which is Japanese for “Divine Essence Tree” Tree. Um, I think the subtitles goofed a little. I’m just gonna call it the Tree of Might.

That reminds me, the actual title of this movie is Chikyū Marugoto Chōkessen, which means “A Super-decisive Battle for Earth.” It’s also been called “Super Battle In the World”, which sounds pretty dumb. For some reason, most of the movies have Japanese titles that absolutely refuse to indicate what they’re about. Literally every DBZ movie could have been called “A Super-decisive Battle for Earth.” Well, I guess Movie 6 was a battle for New Namek, but Meta-Cooler would have attacked Earth eventually.

Later, we find Goku and Gohan chillaxing in the oil drum they bathe in. Chi-Chi’s tending the fire that keeps the water hot. Does Chi-Chi bathe in this thing? She’d have to, right? I’m surprised that erotic DBZ fan artists haven’t jumped all over that concept. “Oh, now that the fire’s going and I’ve taken off my clothes, I can climb into this oil drum and take a bath! It’s a good think I live in the middle of nowhere, so no one can see my boobs!”

But then Icarus shows up and frightens Chi-Chi until Gohan explains who he is. Chi-Chi immediately takes a dislike to the creature, and I’m with her on this one. Icarus is a stand-up dude and all, but he looks kind of creepy. He’s supposed to be cute, but he ends up looking like one of those Precious Moments figurines.

Chi-Chi tells Gohan to take the dragon back where he came from. Goku tries to stick up for him, but she won’t hear of it.

Gohan shoves Icarus away, but let’s be real here, he could carry Icarus all the way back to his forest if he really wanted to.

Then Goku leads them both to this cave he fixed up as a hideout for Icarus. This seems pretty dumb. Goku tells him not to let Chi-Chi know about this, but how did Chi-Chi find out about Icarus in the first place? He followed Gohan to the house where she could see him.

But Icarus is grateful, and he licks Goku. See, Goku looks way, way cuter than Icarus. They really tried to hard with Icarus’ design.

Meanwhile, Yamcha’s cruising around in a car he bought with a 15-year loan, when suddenly he gets blasted out of the sky by...

... one of these assholes, I guess. If I understand correctly, they blasted a big crater in the ground so they could plant their Tree of Might seed, but I don’t really understand why they couldn’t just use a gardening spade.

Tell you what, let’s go over these guys names right now. The big red one in the center is Amond. The guy on the left is Daiz. He wears pink leg warmers.

The alien in the silver armor is Cacao. I think he’s a cyborg, but who cares? And the two little purple guys are Rasin and Lakasei. They’re all wearing Frieza Soldier gear, so does that mean they work for Frieza? Well, we’ll get to that.

The seed starts growing almost as soon as it hits the soil.

Meanwhile, the aliens’ mysterious leader notes that this was all made possible by Goku’s failure to destroy the planet’s population as he was supposed to do.

The Tree of Might is huge, to the point where its roots erupt underneath a whole city, which I’m pretty sure is miles away from the forest where it was planted.

In the forest, Icarus watches this enormous tree finish growing, and he knows things are looking bad.

Meanwhile, most of the major Dragon Ball characters have gotten together at Goku’s house. I’m not sure why. Also, they didn’t invite Launch, which is kind of bullshit.

Bulma gives Yamcha shit for buying such an expensive car, and accuses him of trying to impress girls. So yeah, about the continuity of this movie. These characters won’t be reunited on Planet Earth until Episode 120 of the TV series. By the time that happens, Gohan’s a few years older, and Goku’s learned to turn into a Super Saiyan, so this whole movie just doesn’t fit. Nevertheless, it seems to depict a possible scenario where the good guys managed to return safely from Namek and wish all their dead friends back to life. In other words, this is the first time Bulma and Yamcha are seen together again since his death in the Saiyans Saga, and what is she doing? Yeah.

Same, Tien, same. Chiaotzu’s not gonna let this stop him from enjoying free refreshments though.

Then Icarus shows up at the window, and Goku and Gohan get caught trying to keep him, but they miss the fact that Icarus came back to warn them about the Tree of Might. Too bad he can’t talk.

Fortunately, King Kai can talk, and he can communicate with Goku telepathically, and he warns him about the Tree of Might. Well, “warn” might not be the right word. According to King Kai, the Earth was doomed the moment the tree took root. It’s basically a parasite on a planetary scale. As it grows, it sucks the nutrients and life force from the host planet, reducing the whole world to a lifeless desert.

So where does something like the Tree of Might come from? King Kai says it was originally grown so that the gods could eat its fruit. That sounds halfway plausible, until you consider that a lot of the “gods” in this franchise aren’t nearly as awe-striking as the Tree of Might. It’s hard to imagine someone like Kami planting a tree like this, destroying a whole planet just to eat its fruit. King Kai literally cooks his own meals, and he seems to eat the same stuff as everyone else. King Yama has a tree in hell that bears fruit reserved specially for him, but it’s not nearly as big as this one. I could imagine Beerus snacking on fruit from a tree that kills whole planets, but he’ll settle for cup ramen. More importantly, Beerus and his ilk wouldn’t be introduced to the franchise for another 23 years.

I’m not sure what King Kai is trying to tell Goku. If it’s too late, why bother telling him about this at all? Is he trying to suggest that Goku should evacuate the planet?

Well, King Kai should know better, because Goku stone cold does not give a shit. As soon as he hears about this crisis, he immediately makes plans to go beat up a tree. His plan: Let’s all go shoot it with our best hand lasers. Diagnosis: Awesome.

Then they all put their hands together in a show of solidarity. It’s time to show that tree who’s boss! Look at Chiaotzu. He’s literally lying on top of the table just to reach the others.

Then Gohan tries to join in, because hell yeah. Gohan can help. He fires some really good hand lasers, especially for his age.

But his mommy said no, so he’s gotta stay home. Better luck next time, kid.

Krillin notes that his wish to restore the forest was a total waste, since this stupid Tree of Might wrecked it all over again. I think the whole point of that forest fire was just to give the characters a reason to use the Dragon Balls early, so that way they wouldn’t be able to wish their way out of this situation. I’m not sure Shenron could remove a tree this huge, but it’s a moot point now. The Dragon Balls won’t work again for another year.

So they shoot their finest energy blasts at the base of the tree, and it does nothing. Krillin suggests another try, but Yamcha points out that if they use too much power they could destroy the Earth instead.

Then these jerks show up. Okay, so this is one thing that’s always bugged me about this movie. From here on, much of the action takes place on the Tree of Might itself, so you end up with a lot of indistinct backgrounds which are probably meant to be super-giant tree bark. It just makes it hard to tell where anyone is in relation to anything else. What exactly are they sitting on here? Why does the Tree of Might have all these convenient ledges and horizontal surfaces for people to stand on?

Yamcha demands vengeance for his dearly departed car. Uh, yeah... Whatever gets you in the zone, buddy.

The boys square up for a fight. You know, I remember watching parts of this movie on Toonami back in 1999, and scenes like this, and Yamcha’s appearancs in the Frieza Saga, were really my first introduction to the character. What really stood out for me was that he looked almost exactly like Goku. Kind of like how Flash Thompson was a big fan of Spider-Man, and one time he dressed up as Spidey for a Halloween party, and the real Spider-Man had to trick Green Goblin into thinking that Flash was the real thing. It just really looks like Yamcha is this jock who decided to dress up like Goku because he loves Goku so much.

Anyway, these two guys do some dumb shit. I really hate Rasin and Lakasei. Just... everything about them sucks. They sound terrible in every dub, they look like inflamed hemorrhoids, and they do absolutely nothing to move the story forward.

Tien blinds them with the Solar Flare, and that’s about the only effective offense the Z-Figthers manage in this whole movie.

It’s really a shame, because this is one of the few movies that actually bothers to use Yamcha, Tien, an Chiaotzu, and they get jobbed out. Would it have been so bad to have Yamcha use his Spirit Ball on Cacao and actually hurt him? Krillin’s Kienzan is one of the more serious techniques in the series, so I might have been cool to actualy see him kill somebody with it. I’m pretty sure Chiaotzu has never won a fight in Dragon Ball up to this point. Would it have been so bad to just let him kill Rasin? But no.

I always wondered why they included Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaotzu in this particular movie, but now that I’m watching them in sequence with the anime, it makes some sense. Around this time, the TV series had just revealed that they were training with King Kai in the afterlife, and one could certainly speculate that they would get resurrected later on, and play a role in the final battle with Frieza and/or Vegeta. I think “Tree of Might” was trying to play along with that idea, except it never actually pays it off.

Chiaotzu is in trouble for a while, until Gohan suddenly shows up to help. Turns out Icarus managed to bring him to the forest where the battle was going on, so now he’s here to turn the tide. Or something.

This attracts the attention of the boss alien, who recognizes Gohan as a Saiyan.

So he goes out to meet the kid, and realizes that he must be Kakarot’s son. He introduces himself as Turles and...

Yeah, he looks like Goku. That’s the big twist.

Only it’s not much of a twist at all. Turles explains that it’s not even that big a deal that he and Goku look alike, since they’re both “disposable, lower-class warriors.” According to Turles, low-class Saiyans “only come in a few types.”

I’ve seen this line interpreted in many different ways. Some fans have suggested that the Saiyans cloned their low-class warriors. I think a lot of fans prefer the idea that Turles an Goku might be related somehow. Bardock and Goten’s close resemblance to Goku seems to support this. Hell, Gohan looks a lot like Goku if you don’t take the hair into account.

I think there’s always been a desire to make something more out of Turles than what the movie offers. The fact that he looks like an evil Goku is easily the most intriguing thing about the character, and this movie does absolutely nothing with it. Turles himself acts like it doesn’t matter, and Gohan is the only character who even seems to notice. So why did they bother making him look like Goku in the first place?

I feel like part of the idea here was to explore the idea of what Goku might have been like if he hadn’t hit his head and turned good. Turles could be a glimpse into what Kakarot might have done as a villain, although he’s so different from the real Goku that it doesn’t seem all that convincing. They could have made him look like another Saiyan, and it wouldn’t really affect anything.

Turles’ main personality trait is that he seems to want to recruit Gohan and Goku to his cause, saying that Saiyans should stick together. I’m not sure if he truly believes that, or if he just thinks that his gang could use a couple more Saiyan lackeys. He talks up the space pirate life as an endless romp around the universe, taking whatever he wants and enjoying food and drink as he pleases. Again, I don’t know if that’s a genuine sentiment, or if it’s just his recruitment pitch.

Piccolo shows up and tries to save Gohan, but Turles makes short work of him, and goes back to tormenting the kid.

Turns out he can make one of those fake moon things just like Vegeta.

He forces Gohan to look at it, and then he destroys it as soon as Gohan turns into a giant ape.

He says it’s because he doesn’t want to turn into a giant ape himself, but why wouldn’t he? Why did he turn Gohan into a giant ape? He doesn’t need any help to beat the Z-Fighters. Is he trying to prove a point? Gohan won’t even remember anything he did in ape form. Also, shouldn’t the transformation wear off once the fake moon is gone? Turles accounts for this by saying it’ll stick for a little while, even after the power ball is gone, but that doesn’t sound right. When Piccolo blew up the moon, Gohan changed back immediately.

For that matter, what good is the fake moon technique if it can be dispersed so easily? Krillin could have attacked it during the Goku/Vegeta fight instead of trying to cut off Vegeta’s tail.

So now Goku has to fight his own son in giant ape form. To the movie’s credit, this is a big highlight, because it’s the only DBZ movie to feature a giant ape transformation. And that’s all well and good, but it seems kind of empty to me because I have no idea why Turles set this up. Does he want Gohan to kill Goku? Is that supposed to make Gohan more eager to join him?

The fight ends up in a cavern, which I think turns out to be the same cave Goku used as a home for Icarus. That, or Icarus just happened to be here. Either way, just seeing Icarus calms Gohan down.

This is cute and all, but it seems odd that Oozaru Gohan would react so strongly to Icarus when he didn’t even recognize his own father.

Irritated, Turles tries to attack Icarus, which turns Gohan against him. Turles tries to kill Gohan with a laser donut...

But Goku cuts off Gohan’s tail before it can hit him, and he shrinks back to little kid size just in time to fall through the donut. I guess it’s lucky that Turles relies on donut-shaped attacks.

Turles then offers to spare Goku if he pledges to join him, but Goku refuses. He came her to whip a tree’s ass, and if Turles is pro-tree, then he can get wrecked along with it.

Then all of these creeps show up to fight Goku first. See, this is dumb. They not only made a clean sweep of Goku’s teammates, they didn’t even defeat them on screen!

Here’s a shot of Tien passing out from the hypothetical beating he took from Amond or some other guy.

Well, at least this sets up a cool scene where Goku has to fight them all by himself, right? Not really, Goku squashes them all in matter of seconds.

Meanwhile, Piccolo tries to take on Turles, but he’s just no match for him.

Boom, roasted.

I mean, why couldn’t Yamcha take this guy out? What was the point of having Yamcha in the movie if Goku was going to beat all the bad guys by himself?

With the rabble cleared away, Goku finally gets down to business. Turles panics when he sees how strong Goku is, so he runs away...

...and picks a piece of fruit from the Tree of Might. Why does he stick his tongue out to eat it? That just looks kind of weird.

Basically, the fruit of the Tree of Might ramps up a person’s battle power, which allows Turles to overpower Goku with ease. This is the core concept with Turles, I think. The challenge with this movie was to invent a new villain who could challenge Goku in the same manner as Vegeta and Frieza. Well, that’s a tall order, because Frieza was hyped as the strongest guy in the whole universe. A Saiyan villain would have made sense, except Vegeta was the strongest Saiyan, and the only one left. To introduce a new Saiyan, you’d have to explain why he’d be strong enough to rival Vegeta or Frieza.

The solution is the Tree of Might. I can’t find the line now, but there’s a part of the movie where Turles or one of his crew mention that the Tree of Might will make Turles strong enough to defeat Frieza. It’s pretty clear, then, that he’s a renegade from Frieza’s organization. They have their old uniforms, but instead of working for Frieza, they just roam the universe looking for places to plant their Tree of Might seeds. They grow a new tree, eat the fruit, get stronger, and then repeat the process. Turles started out as a weakling like Goku once was, but he found a way to cheat the system, and now he’s on his way to becoming the strongest in the universe.

Turles leaves Goku when he refuses to surrender, and then Goku’s friends speak to him telepathically. I’m not sure when they learned to do that, but whatever. They beg Goku to get up and try a Spirit Bomb, and Goku finally musters the strength to try it.

While he does that, the Z-Fighters assemble for one last stand against Turles. I guess this is supposed to buy time for Goku, but I’m not sure he needs it. Turles isn’t actually doing anything at the moment.

But it doesn’t work. The Spirit Bomb relies on borrowng life energy from everything on the planet, and that’s been drained away by the Tree of Might, so Turles thwarts Goku’s attack with ease. Oh, he also clobbered the Z-Fighters, so they’re down too. Triumphantly, Turles looks at his fruit crop. Where exactly is this that he’s standing right now?

But Goku isn’t beaten yet. He drags himself back into the fight, and confronts Turles one more time.

See, this time, Goku has a way to make the Spirit Bomb work. If all of the Earth’s energy is in the Tree of Might...

... then he’ll just draw the energy from the fruit instead of the planet, and make a Spirit Bomb from that.

There’s this tense standoff, and then they both attack each other in a single instant, and Goku’s Spirit Bomb wins out. I always have trouble remembering how this movie ends, and I think it’s because the climactic moment is so quick. I’m pretty sure they tried to imitate a gunfight from a western.

Turles gets consumed by the Spirit Bomb, and it drives him up through the trunk of the Tree of Might. Really, this makes a lot of sense as a finale. Turles’ trump card was to eat one piece of fruit from the tree, but Goku drew power from all of the fruit, so naturally his Spirit Bomb would be stronger than anything Turles could handle. And it’s an elegant solution to the problem posed by the tree. It was completely invulnerable to Goku’s own power, so he ended up using the Tree of Might’s own energy against itself.

All of this causes the Tree to glow yellow and disintigrate into sparkles of light, which rejuvenate all life on Earth.

So this dying deer is okay again, and presumably so is everything else.

Later, everyone celebrates with another camping trip. Launch got snubbed again.

Oolong tries to praise Icarus for his role in the battle, but Icarus nearly bites him.

And Piccolo sort of chills out by a waterfall somewhere, and that’s the end of the movie.

So it’s a pretty decent entry in the movie series, but I find it to be a mixed bag. The highlights are things that don’t quite get developed enough. Yeah, you have Turles, Great Ape Gohan, Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaotzu, but for my money, merely having those things in the movie isn’t enough. It’s what you do with them that counts. I find it particularly frustrating that the Dragon Ball Wiki has all this lore on Turles’ gang, but none of it ever made it into the movie itself, which is their only appearance. What’s the point in having a backstory for Daiz if it never comes up anywhere? His entire character arc was blowing up Yamcha’s car, and then getting decked by Goku.

Still, if you like Spirit Bombs, this is one of the best Spirit Bomb finishes ever. And the Tree of Might is a pretty cool idea. And the visuals are a big step up from World’s Strongest.

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soft-sickness · 6 years

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My thoughts on the Jake Paul series

Okay I’m gonna start by saying I’m shit with words and my brain may scatter so if everything seems unorganised in this, then uh, my bad guys.

Now, at the beginning of the series, I didn’t have much of an opinion on Jake Paul. I heard a few stories about him from them trending on social media but I never watched his videos or kept up with his drama. So needless to say, I was able to be pretty unbiased about the series.

Now, at the beginning Shane was learning about what it meant to be a sociopath. He was joined by Kati Morton who I genuinely thought did a horrendous job at explaining the symptoms. Not only did she come across extremely vague to a point where basically anyone could be considered a sociopath, but she also used words like “icky” and “gross” to describe them which was extremely unprofessional of her. Now, I understand she meant that empathetic people would hear about those traits and think the traits are gross but either way, as a professional she shouldn’t be offensive like that about mental disorders. If memory serves correctly, she did end up apologising but her apology, to me, seemed very forced and just not genuine at all. Anyway, you get the point. I don’t agree with the way she came across at all in the situation. As for Shane during that episode, he definitely put a horror vibe into things which didn’t bother me at all. He treated the series like he would any other series of his. I respect that. It made things more entertaining for those who have a hard time focusing and he meant no harm by it. Shane definitely got sociopaths and psychopaths mixed up a lot which is honestly something stupid for people to be mad about. It’s so common for people to mix those two things up and you could definitely tell Shane was doing his best to understand things.

Moving on, his interview with Nick Crompton. I have so much respect for that video. There were funny parts but it was serious when it needed to be. Nick was extremely respectful which I didn’t expect. He’s a very genuine and kind person. You could see that he was trying his best to word things properly and stay honest and respect privacy when needed. I don’t have too much to say about that video. Very professional and respectful.

Alissa Violet. She’s definitely one of the people I had the biggest problems with. She was hurt by Jake repeatedly. That’s undeniable. Their “relationship” was toxic and unstable and a majority of it was Jakes fault. However, one thing that annoyed me the most about her was when Shane asked her if there was anything she might have done wrong in the relationship. If there was anything that she did that could’ve harmed Jake or been toxic/unhealthy. Alissa completely avoided the question by immediately attacking Jake even more. I in no way think Jake is innocent and I’m not trying to justify his actions but Alissa definitely played a part in things that she just completely avoided. She was extremely unhelpful during the entire interview. She made herself seem 100% innocent and blamed alcohol on her actions which is just childish in my opinion.

Moving on to Ericka Costell. I think she is an amazing influence in Jakes life. I think she will be very good to him and make a huge impact on him in the long run. I don’t think she’s completely innocent either. She was friends with Alissa and when Alissa left, she started to date Jake which can cause problems for the friendship. I’m not saying it’s completely wrong to do that but I do think there should’ve been some communication to understand everyone’s feelings about that. Also, I think her song talking about how she isn’t “her”, which I assume is meaning Jakes ex, just seems super petty and immature. I think it was completely unnecessary. Other than that, I think she does her best to be a good person. She’s a little cocky but nothing too extreme.

This part of my opinion will probably upset a lot of people, but I in no way think Jake is racist. His drama with the Martinez twins is just super over dramatic and unnecessary. The Martinez twins never bluntly stated that Jakes jokes were upsetting them. They may have dropped hints about it, sure, but they never bluntly stated that that specific word was upsetting them. Don’t make racist jokes if you can’t handle people making racist jokes back. Don’t expect people to pick up on hints and then get mad when they can’t read your mind. The Martinez twins should have acted like adults and physically stated that the jokes were upsetting them and they shouldn’t have made racist jokes back. So in my opinion, they have no right to call Jake racist for jokes if they were doing the exact same thing.

Oh man, now moving on to Logan Paul. Logan overall was extremely disrespectful. He didn’t act professional. He also felt the absolute need to include himself in one way or another in the series which I just deemed as completely childish. I do NOT think Logan is a sociopath, not at all. I think his environment growing up playing a huge role in his mindset and attitude. I also think he got much more attention and got away with a lot more growing up so he no longer thinks that anyone has a right to tell him what is/isn’t okay. Overall I just think he’s an asshole who knows he’s an asshole but just doesn’t care as long as he’s deemed better than Jake. I believe Logan is extremely narcissistic (not NPD, just very cocky. I’m not sure what other words can describe him besides narcissistic and cocky).

Greg Paul. The father of the boys. He is DEFINITELY the worst person in this series. He is supposed to be an adult and a role model for his sons. He’s supposed to teach them right from wrong and never make one boy feel more loved than the other. I think he’s a terrible father. He supports his kids bad decisions and acts more childish than either boy. He raised his kids to be unhealthily competitive and, in a way, punished the kid who always “lost” in competitions which unfortunately just happened to be Jake. There genuinely way too much to even explain about Greg. He disgusts me as a human being and his kids deserved to be raised in a much better environment than what they were.

Jake Paul. Our main boy. I think Jake has done a LOT of horrible shit. Some of which can never be forgiven. The dead body? Unforgivable. The abuse? Unforgivable. Some things are just incapable of being forgiven. However, holding a grudge isn’t good either. He may not be forgiven for those things but they do not define him as a person either. I think Jake is super oblivious to A LOT of things. I don’t think he genuinely grasps the concept of right from wrong. I think over time he slowly becomes more aware and learns but not unless someone points it out to him and thoroughly explains it. There’s also no denying the fact that Jake is desperately trying to improve himself as a person. He hasn’t quite learned how to word things properly which seems to upset a lot of people but he’s doing his best and I respect that. Jake didn’t defend his actions and instead, he explained his mindset and took blame like an adult. He may not have worded it properly but the intention was obvious that he was trying to own up to his mistakes. I think overtime he will improve a lot in life and become a much better person, I just hope he gets more positive influences in his life and I hope one day he is capable of understanding his dad and brother are toxic to be around and Jake needs to express boundaries with them. I may not be overly fond of Jake but I respect the person he’s trying to become.

Shane. I can’t believe I even have to talk about Shane in this, but apparently he’s getting a lot of hate as well. First and foremost, SHANE DID NOT CONDONE RACISM. Shane made the series to get everyone’s point of view and let them tell their side of the story. He has no intention of attacking anyone or invalidating them. Anyone who is mad saying Shane was allowing racism, you’re being over dramatic. Shane let Jake tell his side of the story. Shane wasn’t there to be biased and rude. Jokes are jokes. Offensive or not, that doesn’t make them “not jokes” just because you don’t find them funny. In multiple videos, Jake AND the Martinez twins made racist jokes towards each other. I dont want to hear any “you can’t be racist towards white people” shit cause that’s just plain ignorant and annoying. You can be racist towards any race. Shane had pure intentions and meant no harm by anything. He has my full respect and he put a lot of time and effort into making this series. He doesn’t deserve this unnecessary hate people are giving him. I have no respect for those who create drama in their minds just to pretend to be oppressed.

Now, Andrew. I don’t even have an opinion for anything involving Andrews actions in the series. Everything is well filmed and edited amazingly. Andrew deserves a lot more credit than he gets and I’m extremely thankful for all his time and effort put into creating this series for all of us. He was, is and continues to be a blessing on the YouTube platform. I hope he gets plenty of rest and recovers from this exhausting series.

#the mind of jake paul #shane dawson #jake paul #logan paul #nick crompton #alissa violet #kati morton #the martinez twins #ericka costell #andrew siwicki #docuseries #greg paul #opinions #i respect shane dawson #mine

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kkkkansas · 3 years

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R.I.P K4nsas_

We can all agree by now that I've been far from a good person in life i think ..... actually i know a lot of you know that whether you know me personally or not I've done a lot of wrong in my life since having paisley i use to share my life with the world and the more I’ve focused on myself this year the more things i was blinded to have opened my eyes to a lot of things.

Being a young mom i taught myself to have this alpha energy always feeling like the world was against me or worried about my every move i was so young trying to teach myself how to be a mom and survive without my parents they threw me to the wolfs when i needed them the most on top of never really having a mom i didnt know how to be one myself i always grew up bouncing school to school being expelled for fighting , because it was the only way i knew how to express any type of feeling i had.

i don’t write this for a sob story but mainly because this last year has really been a roller coaster for me maturing and realizing my past trauma the things i lacked as a child the type of parent i dont want to be and realizing i have some toxic qualities myself whether its in the role of a mom or a friend. i really lack being a emotional support for anyone even my kids that alone was a big pill to swallow. Because i always live my life feeling like if you do something and i dont like it im either gonna over dominate your or cut you without explanation no matter how bad it hurt you because i didnt owe you a damn thing, i didn’t grow up in a house hold that had patience and healthy communication, i grew up with a mom that screamed and threw things at us put her hands on my siblings and believe it or not i was the child that would get screamed at for always wanting to lay up in my room and listen to music then to be around my mom my life was built around angry people (and i really believe thats why i strive to be the outgoing friend that doesn't care to dwell on negative life things). it is sad as fuck to even say these things about my own mom i would never want my kids to speak of me the way i speak of my mother and granted she was a single mom and tried to give us the world it is just the reality of my life that molded me into thinking that is OK to be angry and unable to express my feelings correctly on top of always wanting to over dominate anyone in my way.

but as I’ve gotten older i grew tired of being angry and ugly. i found peace the second i stopped allowing people to talk down to me just to turn around and point a finger and cry when i returned the same energy, i taught myself to pick my battles with a lot of shit and its not easy i haven't perfected it but I’ve came a far way this past year, i wish i learned these things sooner then later. because i have rubbed people the wrong way with the lack of knowledge and the toxic environment i was raised in. there are things i did that hurt people that i don’t remember and that mind blow me when i hear them, i was so young so lost with so much hurt and anger i hid it threw the drinking and I’m to a point in my life that i have accepted every part of me that failed my image but it also made me who i am today.

so if you’ve gotten this far in this cringe of a blog i just want you to know if i ever crossed your path in life and some how left a toll so big that you remember me for my wrong i would like to apologize for any and everything i did to ruin our friendship because if we were ever friends chances are we had a great fucking time together there’s not a single person i wasn’t friends with and don’t look or think back to all the good times we had together. i am sorry that i was your spiral friend that was a young mom that didn’t know what the fuck i was doing in my life but i thank you for still riding that part of my life with me and bringing me joy in the darkest most confusing time in my life as a child. i hope as time goes on you can understand how hard it was for me as a kid to not notice all these unhealthy behaviors about myself and that the time i took apart from this world truly helped me to understand and fix these things about myself it wasn’t easy to face any of these truth’s but i am happier then i’ve ever been i am at peace and if you choose to keep me at a distance and still love me please know that i understand and I’ve always loved you from afar and wanted all you to win and to continue to win, it’s really amazing to be at this point in my life and to those who have stayed by me threw all my seasons i know it was a hell of a ride to finally get to this part of my life ill never be able to thank you enough for believing i would get to this chapter of me that i craved so badly . If anyone deserves to witness this new chapter of life with me it is you.

And if you still want to choose to completely fucking hate me and hold my old imagine in-front of this person i worked so hard to become then you can completely 110% yes 110% do that too! you choose what is worth holding anger and animosity towards in your life time and if you feel that my past is worth holding onto then by all means feel free.

But if i could have you take one thing from this would be to please teach your kids the things your parents didn’t whether you struggle with expressing yourself or trusting people and to never give up on your kids when they need you most just because they made a mistake in life no matter how big or small how angry or disappointed please always be open to understand your kids are only human and when they fail is when they need you to love them the most.

thanks for reading friends

R.I.P that beeezy K4nsas_

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lilietsblog · 6 years

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LETS GO MIRAI NIKKI LIVEBLOG THIS TIME HOPEFULLY WITH SCREENSHOTS

(update: nope didnt work. guess i do have to save the pics separately and not just copy-paste them into an rtf o well)

last time on: is Gasai trying to kill them??? i have no idea last time she was onscreen they (she and Yukki) were drinking soda from the vending machine????

I LOVE AKISE AND HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS SO MUCH like theres the normal guy freaking out and then theres this beautiful white haired disaster

meanwhile I think Yuno is??? roleplaying??? like she counts on him being non-responsive to play out her fantasy of being a caring housewife? anyway yeah she's done this offscreen huh. that was a jarring transition

AND SUDDENLY OPENING its somehow SUDDEN every time and I admire that man I love this opening so much and I cant take a single screenshot reflecting how awesome it is because the entire Thing is constant movement so hey Akise whatcha thinking man I love just the CONTRAST Akise:

Other people:

what is it with me and characters who never show their emotions on their face or in their voice but act exclusively based on them??? like theres this very specific anime trope of a white haired character who is stoic as fuck but instead of making rational decisions motivated by human people logic they do 100% self-destructive things based on curiosity / love / sense of duty / whatever the fuck else and in the end they appear to be missing precisely one emotion and that's self-preservation (yes self preservation is totally an emotion look it up) Akise is that exact trope and I LOVE IT SO FUCKING MUCH meanwhile, Yuno is having trouble feeding an unconscious prisoner... what an unexpected problem that could in no way be foreseen. let me guess: she's going to try to wake him up so he can swallow his damn katsudon ah no instead Hinata intervenes. hon SHE BEAT HIM UP AND TIED HIM TO A CHAIR HOW MUCH DO YOU THINK SHE CARES IF HE WANTS KATSUDON. what made you think speaking up was a good idea here

theres a meme of 'ask someone whos not in the fandom to interpret whats going on in this picture' but you know i think random ppl would identify this situation 100% correctly +- who Hinata is to Yukki. this anime is a cultural icon "Aren't you Yukiteru's girlfriend? Can't you tell?" I love the moon logic this anime operates on, that people inside it are forced to work within. Hinata knows how to put it in the one and only way Yuno would be willing to engage with it, ha. Aaaand looks like it's less roleplaying and more delusion. oh Yuno ah she figures out how to make him open his mouth by pressing on his jaw Yuno honey maybe the police wont come after HIM but after the shit you pulled it sure as fuck will come after YOU then again according to Akise it was coming after you anyway I guess I'm morbidly curious as to exactly how Yuno is going to organize Yukki peeing >_< huh, a sock aaaand Akise goes for the win! two skulls alas I already know One Spoiler that they are her parents, and her actions Almost Kinda Make Sense in that dream logic way so I think last time we saw the bodies they were mummies? but now that's definitely skeletons. huh

okay I'll be honest this is a reaction I did not predict this anime keeps surprising me with happenings that make perfect sense in retrospect, I really respect that about it OH IS THIS THE SCENE THAT SCREENSHOT SET WAS FROM NO I THINK THAT WAS YUKKI ASKING HER but Akise what the fuck are you counting on, that she'll come murder you in person??? I doubt all three of you could overpower her in Murder Mode tbh did you see her with an axe oh right you didnt :>

OH HEY THAT'S CLEVER I like how Yuno goes between 100% self-delusion about Yukki and painful 100% sane clarity about the horrible stuff with the other option being relatively normal interactions with Yuuki, memory suppression about murders and cheerful willingness to kill anyone for Yukki I think that second option really is better for her long-term )= you two do you realize she hears you as well maybe shut up okay no not really -I- know she's thinking because of the camera movement and stuff, -they- don't aaand she laughs. i dont think anyone (other than Akise I guess) saw this coming okay yeah looks like the gamble failed. the mind-preservation instinct of retreating into delusion overpowered the more mundane concerns so that's totally ventilation up there huh. I'm not sure if the gas plan will work for her huh so hum moment of truth WILL Akise send the email to the police or was that just a threat? (orrr the police might know already? he might have told That Nice Cop Guy about it) awww Kousaka's dying message is kinda cute

kinda superfluous - the police already know who they're looking for - but nice AHAHAHA POST LIMIT THAT'S KINDA HILARIOUS THAT'S WHY EVERYONE ELSE JUST USED THE MEMO FUNCTION ah no the rank increased fair enough wait what????? what the fuck @ Deus ah okay to clarify: what the fuck @ 8th well hey it worked out! I still quesiton a ventilation duct in a gassing room but hey I guess there was a lot of gas and Yuno didn't see a reason to conserve it and Kousaka's question is of course why the fuck is Yuno in her underwear. I mean... fair enough, I'm kinda curious too omfg

HELLO POLICE I WOULD LIKE TO REPORT A MURDER oh right... bad joke anyway I like how camera doesn't play along with Kousaka, while he's saying he's the ultimate weapon he's literally blocked by Yuno's head. we know who the main character is oh hey Yukki is coming to his senses! but can't talk huh right I figured it'd be the soda

*whaps with newspaper* NO NO BAD YUNO STOP THAT (she's drawn so prettily tho damn <3)

oh my sweet summer child you don't know the rules of this game AT ALL hum and the girls can't escape the same way he did because they aren't tall enough dude she's gone up against like five diary owners already and came up on top every time you don't know who you're challenging

huh she actually agrees to play the game wonder if that's genuine or if she has a plan like, I can imagine she's just been pulled into the situation and the role of the big bad setting up traps enough to enjoy toying with people and not just getting her way at the very least she hasn't axe-murdered him... or Hinata for that matter... yet

SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED it definitely wasn't just one event tho. Yuno doesn't act like someone who used to be a normal healthy kid in a supportive environment until One Bad Thing Happened and took their entire world. No, Yuno is acting like someone who'd built up the dissociation/delusion defense mechanisms over a long, long time, like, say, a victim of abuse who finally snapped and then didnt find a way to snap back I just wanna knooooow

OH MY GOD SHE SOUNDS LIKE SHE HAS A PLAN IS IT NECROMANCY IS SHE GONNA DRESS UP YUKKI AND HINATA AS HER PARENTS WHAT THE FUCK hum what did Yukki realize that's not a key is it?

IT ACTUALLY WORKED I CAN'T BELIEVE aaand

yeah at least she didn't kill him... immediately hum

Hinata and Yukki are both tied up so I'm not sure what they can do together behind Yuno's back but I know a foreshadowing shot when I see one for all that this anime keeps genuinely surprising me with twists, it does take care to make the events easy to follow, and I like that this is Quality Storytelling

yeah but it would have shown a Dead End, right??? or does it not work like that because it's like a 'secondary' diary, an offshoot of the 8th??? I wonder

AHAHHA sorry Yuno you're used to being up against diary owners, but so is Yukki, and he's been growing more competent at this too

NICE and she'd given him his own diary -> ???? brilliant decision but seriously if Hinata did something to Yukki wouldn't that be predicted orrr I guess Yukki's actions were actions of a diary owner so when he made a new decision based on his diary (again, brilliant decision) it changed he prediction ooooohhh she kicked the key that wasn't doing anything to Yukki in itself, it just enabled Yukki to act, which, again, the actions of a diary owner three diary owners????? please tell me that's Akise and Mao and oh right Kousaka was the third one the math doesn't add up :x I think the three diary owners would be able to find them bc of Kousaka's Diary and that's the 8th's plan

this must look so utterly surreal from the side

Yuno? You're not going to drug me and tie me up and try to kill my friends, are you? This girl seriously needs to learn how normal relationships work and I Yearn to learn what the fuck fucked her up like that.

BAD MOVE YUNO HE ALREADY TRIED THAT THIS IS THE RESULT

congrats Yuno you Fucked That Up

sorry but... yeah. you deserve this

???? someone in the cast lives in an orphanage??? I'm calling Akise in that case

oh nm it's something else huh

ah that's what it was oh Kousaka everything about you was a bad idea ...

... what

it really, really fucking isn't Yukki acted on information he had, and made the best decisions he had available. but he can't control other people's actions

...are these... the apprentice diary owners? how does the system work, anyway? how does the 8th send them after anyone? Kousaka has no clue...

uh was the dramatic slo mo effect in-universe too??? they were kind of racing on opposite lanes that couldn't have taken more than like. two seconds

see that's not wrong but. you really need to up your girlfriend game dammit im just rooting for Yuno in all this. you go girl. you fight your inner demons and figure out a happy ending for yourself damn that felt like a really long episode. probably because of the screenshots here's a proposition of a new function for the tumblr staff: uploading .rtf files automatically, splitting into several posts if they are too big. thats the kind of convenience the social media is supposed to offer, right? oh hey Murmur's diary! third installment of the You Saved Me series

beautiful

you naive fucking child oh my god Murmur

MURMUR NO

so was this, like, a dream or something? hum interesting

#liliet watches mirai nikki #still no screenshots

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stripestheboar · 7 years

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Uncommon Similarities

FIIIIIIIIIINALLLY got this done. Sorry for the hold up. This is my first fontcest fic, and yes, it is a request. This is for my boi @pool-of-your-bloody-tears, who requested some fine fine Edgeberry. Oh, and by the way, happy late birthday.

The request: I'd like to see some Edgeberry fluff... As for plot? I dunno, man. Perhaps they could meet because Blue found the lab around the back of the house, and found the machine? And accidentally went to Underfell? And Edge wants to protect the smol blueberry from all the badness of Underfell, and the relationship blossoms forth?

Well, my man, I deliver. So, sit down, buckle up, and enjoy some Edgeberry goodness. This is actually... the longest request I’ve ever done

FOR THE RECORD: No, this is not NSFW. This is pretty tame as can be, so any of you dirty sinners coming to try and find some smut is shit out of luck. This is pretty fluffy. But hey, please enjoy.

Pairing: Edgeberry

Word count: 5,732

Sans was a great many things; he was brave, strong, tough, amazingly handsome, and a five star master chef. There were very few connotations that could be associated with the magnificent Sans. However, he also knew when he had done something wrong. Something that could possibly be, perhaps, foolish, idiotic, irresponsible, and maybe even plain stupid. While Sans would almost always take offense to such terms, for this one special occasion, he was willing to take the berating of a lifetime just to go back home.

He’ll defend himself greatly for his actions; it had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Sure, his brother, Papyrus, had warned him countless times not to mess with the machine out back, and had even put a sheet over it to discourage any wandering eyelights, nothing could really deter Sans’ ever growing curiosity. Whenever he asked what it did, he almost always got either a lazy answer or just one so complicated he couldn’t wrap his skull around it. Yeah, it was a bit if a stupid idea to go about messing with it, especially when Papyrus was at his post. Yes, it was rather stupid to go inside the machine and keep hitting buttons he didn’t understand instead of going back once the machine began to beep. He had only been trying to fix his mistakes. And of course, he should have suspected something was wrong the moment he was hit with a flash of white light.

When he had come back to his senses and looked around, everything seemed familiar enough. Tools were in the right place, save for maybe a few scratches in the walls. However, upon exiting the back of the house, he realized that something was very wrong. He couldn’t describe it very well, but he just felt a like the air around him had somehow grown… darker, for lack of a better term. Speaking of darker, the town he lived in seemed to be somewhat darker in terms of color and people. With a look around, he noticed some of the shops had darker paints or the people that hung around kept to themselves and seemed to give a nasty look to anyone even near them. It was certainly a contrast to the bubbly, bright air of his home. Had the machine gone to the future? He sure hoped not, for this darker version of Snowdin didn’t sit well with him.

Sans had decided to go back into his house to maybe check out any changes or even call Papyrus to admit his guilt. However, to his surprise, the door was locked, which he never remembered doing. He gave a slight grimace, since he didn’t have his key on him. He had no choice but to go back to the stations and ask Papyrus for some help. He wasn’t exactly fond of his shortcuts through time and space, but right then, he really didn’t care as long as he was assured everything was alright.

As he began to walk, he immediately noticed the eyes on him. Monsters looked at him curiously, even snickering to themselves or muttering something to their friends beside them. It made him feel rather uneasy, but he didn’t let it discourage him. He walked a bit straighter and with a faster stride, deciding to instead focus on his surroundings. One of the biggest surprises came when he looked at some of the buildings, which had miraculously changed. For example: “Muffet’s”, Papyrus’ usual hangout where he would go to guzzle honey, was now “Grillby’s”. He didn’t know who Grillby was or why he had a restaurant, but he was sure Papyrus knew some sort of reasonable answer.

Sans felt his confidence grow some when he came to the path in the woods. Without the judgemental eyes on him, he felt safer in this environment. Upon getting to the puzzles, he easily bypassed them, hurrying to try and get to Papyrus before something bad happened. He mentally cursed their stations for being so far away.

The small kept on his way for a decent time, but was stopped when he was passing the stations of the other guards. “‘Ey Sansy! Over here!” he heard a gruff voice called, not very recognizable. He looked over curiously, only to see Doggo and some of the other members of the canine group gesturing for him to come over. That was odd. If he remembered correctly, the other sentries certainly weren’t dogs. This was another unexplained change to Snowdin. However, seeing no reason to ignore them, he crossed over to the dogs.

Upon Sans getting close, Doggo immediately picked at his scarf around his cervical vertebrae. “So, uh, what’s with the getup?” Doggo asked, sitting on the tabletop of the station. Sans blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?” he asked, keeping his voice from wavering under the intimidation. “I mean ya look like a blue snow cone,” Doggo chuckled, getting a few barks of laughter from the other dogs. “No no, he looks more like a blue lollipop,” Dogamy replied. “Y’know, the kind with the white swirls?” “Well I think he looks more like a blueberry, especially with those eyes he’s got,” Dogaressa added, axe heaved over her shoulder in a relaxed position. “Well, either way, you look like a dork. What’s with the costume?” Doggo laughed, giving Sans a sharp tap on the skull with a claw. Sans could feel his skull heat up from the ridicule; he had never been made fun of before by anyone. Still, he didn’t let that get him down. Deciding it was better to walk away instead of retorting. However, as he began to walk away, he was immediately grabbed by Doggo.

“Hey hey, what’s up with you today?” the canine growled with a lit dog treat between his teeth. “If the boss sees you like this, he’s gonna punt you straight through Mt. Ebott. Unless this is some humiliation tactic or whatnot.

Greater Dog gave a bark behind him. Doggo looked back at him before turning to the much smaller monster. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Maybe he isn’t Sans.” Sans had to take a second to wrap his skull around that concept. Him? Not Sans? Perposterous. “Yeah, look at him,” Dogamy pointed out. “Flat teeth, blue eyes, looks like a child dressing up as a guard on Halloween; no way they’re the same skeletons.” “Dust him and see what happens,” Dogaressa suggested. “Maybe his dust will contain glitter.” Well then, this had taken a turn for the worse.

Not liking the idea of being dead, Sans tugged himself away, giving a hard glare at the group. This was apparently the wrong response to give. Doggo gave a low growl before taking up a fairly large knife, lunging at Sans and slashing at his ribs. Taken by surprise by the sudden attack, Sans immediately summoned a bone in his hand to block the attack. This momentarily surprised Doggo, who had expected Sans to just take a shortcut out of the way instead of actually defending himself. He didn’t let this oddity deter him, though, and he quickly jabbed his other knife at the small monster, hoping to get a good hit to the ribs or sternum. To his shock, Sans instead skillfully maneuvered the bone in his hand to block the second jab, using the shock to his advantage to knock the knife out of his hands with a quick swing upwards. The other dogs seemed rather shocked, too. With the Sans they knew in comparison, this one actually seemed like he had training.

The smaller skeleton gave the much larger dog a warning glare, slowly backing away from them with a few bones summoned to try and deter them from attacking again. “Now, I don’t want to hurt you,” he said slowly. “Let’s just calm down and leav-” “You? Hurt us?” Doggo barked out, seemingly taking great offense to this. “You son of a bitch!” He readied the knife in his hand and lunged at Sans, ready to sink his teeth into his spine, but was stopped when his soul turned blue and he was forced flat on the ground. Sans grimaced down at the canine, not wanting to resort to this but having no other choice. He lifted Doggo up with his magic before throwing him at the other dogs, knocking the surprised hounds down like pins. The canine unit got up after recovering shortly, planning to tear the little fucker to shreds, but by the time they came to their senses, Sans was already sprinting away.

Sans ran like a madman down the path, for once wishing he had his brother’s ability to move through time and space like he did. His sockets only widened further once he heard the barking behind him, signalling that he had to pick up the pace if he planned to keep on living anytime soon. He made the risky move of looking behind him, only to the all the dogs hot on his trail and moving in fast. He squeaked in terror and booked it faster, but he just wasn’t fast enough. It wasn’t long until Lesser Dog caught up with him, nipping those sharp teeth on his shirt, eventually latching those sharp fangs onto the rim and yanking him back. Sans, being so small and lightweight, was halted and practically thrown back into the dog, who had him hanging by the shirt. The other dogs slowed in their tracks, beginning to circle around the skeleton with bared teeth and growls rumbling in their chests. Sans could only suspect his eyelights had gone out right about now, his usual bravado having melted into terror and regret.

Doggo stopped in front of Sans, lowering himself as though he was about to pounce on him. The skeleton’s magic began to act up in fear, and he started to form a magic attack to defend himself. Despite his usual pacifism, he felt that if he didn’t seriously hurt the canine, he was going to be just free EXP to them.

Within seconds, Doggo pounced, and Sans had to make a split second decision. However, just before he could throw his attack, Doggo halted in midair as something grabbed his soul. He was then thrown with the force of a catapult, yelping once he had hit the ground with enough force to seriously damage his HP. It had been a gravity attack, just like his own. Standing tall in the hurt dog’s place was a skeleton, dressed in a black chestplate and red boots, gauntlets, and scarf. Sans felt fear grip his soul for a second or two, before fading slightly. There was something familiar about the skeleton, but he couldn’t place it.

“Drop it,” the skeleton growled. Once he had spoken, realization hit Sans like a baseball bat. It was Papyrus, his brother… kind of. He could definitely see it in the empty sockets and tall, thin bone structure and general shape of his skull, but what tipped him off was the voice, rising much higher pitched than his own and sounding as if his own Papyrus was trying to act tough. Everything in this universe was switched around, wasn’t it? Papyrus would never dress in armor so heavy or dress in such dark colors, nor was he remotely tough.

When the dogs didn’t move, Papyrus summoned a few bones with sharpened ends. “I said drop it!” he hissed. Lesser Dog dropped Sans with a yelp and a whine, as well as dropping his sword and shield and a dog treat from his inventory. Papyrus gave a disgruntled sigh, closing his sockets for a second. “Alright, now go!” he snapped. The canine unit were quick to leave with Doggo quickly in tow.

Once the dogs were gone, Sans had to take a second to process what had just happened. Before he could get up, though, he was promptly hoisted up under his humeruses by the pointier Papyrus. The two blinked and looked at each other curiously.

“Sans?” one spoke.

“Papyrus?” replied the other.

Sans had never seen someone dressed so dark and scary, while Papyrus found Sans’ brightly colored outfit to be rather bewildering.

“Is this one of Sans’ idiotic pranks across time and space?” Papyrus huffed, looking slightly annoyed. Sans couldn’t help but tilt his head slightly. “Your brother does that, too?” he asked, grinning as he tried to lighten the mood some. “Oh, does he,” the taller skeleton replied with a grumble. “So, if you’re not him, then who are you? And where did you come from?” Sans smirked and proudly put a hand to his chest. “I am the Magnificent Sans, Royal Guardsman in training! I came here…. by messing with my brother’s machine behind our house.”

Papyrus was caught off guard by the boisterous attitude of the Sans. He gave a small scoff. “You don’t look too impressive. In fact, you look rather small. And weak. And squishable. Like… a blueberry.” Sans couldn’t help but give a sigh a roll his eyelights. That had been the second time he had been compared to a small blue fruit. As Sans did this, Papyrus checked his stats.

Sans

5 ATK

5 DEF

*If your brother was on a bottle of antidepressants.

Papyrus blinked in surprise. While this one may look more cute and innocent, his stats were much better than his brother’s measly 1:1 stats. However, the thought of anyone even remotely looking like his brother getting off their ass to train or do anything was absurd.

“Can you put me down now?” Sans suddenly huffed, catching the larger one’s attention. Papyrus couldn’t help but smirk slightly. “Oh? And let the scary dogs come and get you?” Despite what he’d said, he still placed the alternate down as he wished. “What? I can perfectly handle myself!” he boasted, crossing his arms as he looked up at the other. “Oh yes, you looked like you had a perfect handle on the situation there,” Papyrus chuckled with the same gesture, referring to the situation with the dogs. “I did,” Sans insisted, stamping his foot a little. “I was already forming an attack. I was going to hit him so hard, he would run fleeing.” Papyrus tilted his head slightly. “Hit? Not kill?” he asked, unfolding his arms. Sans looked shocked at the mere suggestion. “Kill? That’s awful! Of course not!” he defended. “Why would anyone have the need to kill someone?” Papyrus was a bit taken aback by this; that surely wasn’t something he’d heard everyday. “He was going to kill you, though,” Papyrus pointed out, recalling how Doggo had just pounced before he had stepped it. Sans permagrin lessened some, but he still kept his stance tall. “Well yes, maybe so. That was a bad decision he had made. However, I don’t believe in making someone pay for it with death!” he argued, making his point clear. The other, however, wasn’t having it. “Is that so? You don’t think killing one person should result in their death? Even if they really deserve it?” Sans gave a slow shake of his skull in response. “Of course not. Monsters will do bad things, yes, but they can always turn themselves around and makes themselves a better person. Even if they don’t think so.”

Papyrus paused at this, his fingers coming up to lightly touch his mandible. It was clear that someone so passive didn’t belong here; however, he had felt a small chill run up his spine for a second there. He could clearly remember those same words coming from himself, back when he was as small and defenseless as his brother. Familiarity rang out to him through the smaller skeleton, and he could feel his legs grow weak at just the thought. “Talk like that is what gets small monsters like you killed,” he rasped, attempting to sway Sans in any way he could. He didn’t want him to make the same mistakes he had. This small one would be slaughtered within seconds if let out of his sight again. He wanted to save him from such a fate, despite his more darker subconscious telling him to just leave the squirt and continue on with his duties.

Sans was surprised by such harsh words, but didn’t let them get him down. “The Magnificent Sans is trained by none other than Alphys herself!” he huffed, closing his sockets. “I assure you, I will be fine.” “But you’re in a place you don’t know with monsters who want to hurt you,” Papyrus replied, causing the other’s grin to turn sheepish. “Why… I suppose that is true,” he sighed slowly. “I would like to go home… and that’s why I was out here. I was trying to find my brother to help me. But apparently he isn’t here.” Yes, Papyrus would have known if there was a clone of himself somewhere in these woods. He presumed him to be as bright and cheerful as his brother. All that aside, he quickly took this opportunity up as a way to help the pitiful skeleton.

“Well then,” Papyrus huffed, placing his hands on either side of his pelvis. “As captain of the Royal Guard, it is my duty to protect the denizens of the Underground, no matter the monster. I, the Great and Terrible Papyrus, shall be your guide and guard until you have made it home safely.” He began to walk down the path and back to his home. “Now, let’s start our trek back, shall we? You did travel a rather far distance after all.” Sans watched Papyrus, surprise evident in his bright blue eyelights. He grinned widely and began to follow him without protest, giving him a quick thanks.

Small talk immediately began from Sans, who seemed rather interested in his alternate brother.

“Is your brother super smart like mine is?” the smaller one asked. “Factually? He’s fairly smart. Logically? He’s about as dim as a broken light bulb,” the larger replied with a scoff. “You have to toss him out of bed just to get him to even wake up.” Sans found this a rude and kind of mean way to speak about a sibling, but he wasn’t exactly one to talk. He had about fifteen different nicknames for his brother whenever he was feeling particularly frustrated with his brother’s lazy nature. At least he knew there was someone here who could help him get back.

“So what else is different between our… worlds, shall I say?” Papyrus asked, deciding to continue the small talk for him. Sans didn’t mind this at all, and began to list some of the major differences he had noticed while venturing through the town and forest. From the way he was describing his own home, it sounded like a cheery world full of nice colorful people, like he would see in one of the human movies his brother had managed to dig up from the dump when they were younger. Everything seemed to be switched up, as well; the shops and colors were different, and certain monsters seemed to have somehow switched roles, such as Papyrus miraculously being the lazy one and Sans being the amazing dogooder.

“So, are you really captain of the Royal Guard?” this other Sans asked, his eyelights momentarily shaping into large blue stars to express his wonder. Papyrus could feel that boastful pride well up in his ribcage once again. “Well, I don’t mean to brag, but-” yes he absolutely did “- I am the best guardsman within the force! I report with the king himself! I got this position by beating the former captain, Undyne, in a duel, one that was much too easy for such superior prowess. Never have I once lost a battle! Nyah hah hah!”

Blue’s star-shaped eyelights began to twinkle; he was starry-eyed, if you will. “Wowzers! I’m only in training!” he exclaimed, though seeming just a bit ashamed at still being at such a low level. “Alphys is still training me, but she says I’m gonna be in the Royal Guard within no time! Maybe if you train me, Alphys will be impressed and sign me right up!” Papyrus had to admit, the thought of training someone sparked his delight. He had never been asked to train anyone, and Blue’s excitement only made him all the more eager. “Yes, perhaps,” he said slowly, trying not to show he had already made his decision in his head. “If we are able to see each other again, then maybe, just maybe, I could show you what I know.”

Blue spent the next minute welling up with glee, before another question came to mind. “Say… Papyrus. You’re younger than me, right?” Papyrus was forced to begrudgingly agree. “Awesome! So… how did you become captain so quickly while I’m still in training?”

Papyrus let out a small sigh at the question, but supposed he would tell Sans. He almost forgot his world was full of monsters against the very idea of hurting others. “Well, I was weaker than you, when I started off,” he confessed. “I had no one to train me, and my brother was all but hopeless to turn to when it came to attacking. Undyne merely laughed at the thought of me joining. However, after a few kills, she finally let me-”

“Wait,” Sans interrupted, those star-shaped eyelights no longer in his sockets. “You… killed monsters?” Papyrus have a small nod. “Of course I did. It was the only way to really make a name for myself and have Undyne even glance at me. I-”

“But here had to be another way!” Sans exclaimed, distraught clear in his weakening voice. “You didn’t have to kill anyone! I’m sure if you had just trained hard enough-”

“Oh please,” Papyrus huffed, crossing his arms as they walked. “Even if I trained for twenty-four hours, seven days a week, I still would have been dusted by any monster looking for a little free EXP. Raising you LOVE is the only way to get the strength you need to defend yourself and gain the needed HP.”

“But that’s not how the world works!” Sans argued. “Not everyone has to die!” “Well that’s how it is in my world,” Papyrus growled, anger rising. “In this world, it’s kill or be killed!” And with that, he looked away, no longer wanting to look down at the smaller skeleton.

Silence reigned for a few moments, before something suddenly latched onto his legs, stopping him in his tracks. “Hmm?” he looked down, surprised to see Sans hugging his legs, burying his face close to Papry’s lumbar vertebrae. “What are you doing?” Papyrus snapped, attempting to pry Sans off. “I… I’m sorry you were forced to live this way,” Sans mumbled, his voice sounding weak and upset. “I couldn’t imagine being forced to kill someone. You must have felt so horrible…” He looked up at Papyrus, his eyelights back and glimmering, as if they contained magic tears. “But hey, things will get better, I’m sure if it. Now that you’re strong and tough, you no longer need to kill anyone, right? You don’t have to go through that anymore.”

Looking down at Sans and hearing him speak to Papyrus in such a way was bewildering. He spoke as if he felt genuine sorrow for him, as if he felt empathy for his struggles. Sadness even to the point of tears. Something inside Papyrus snapped.

Sans was surprised to find himself suddenly being picked up by the much larger skeleton. “Huh? What are you-” “Don’t question the Great and Terrible Papyrus!” he hissed, now pretty much sprinting back home. This Sans was much too pure for a world like his. He wasn’t going to let him be out here any longer, where leering monsters would happily snatch such an innocent blueberry right up. Sans was shocked at first, but just decided the faster they got home, the better. Besides, he felt rather safe in this Papyrus’ arms, who now seemed to genuinely want to protect him and keep him safe.

A few minutes of running and hopping over traps later, they were back at the house Sans had come out of. Papyrus, who had the key to his own home, of course, entered the house and set Sans down, who felled a bit jarred from stopping after going such a fast speed. He took a small look around, not noticing many differences, really. The color scheme was a tad different, with a purple floor and the walls a darker shade. Other than that, it was pretty much the same. Well, except for the picture of the bone on the wall being replaced with a framed picture of Papyrus. He needed one of his own handsome physique mounted on his wall. His brother would love it.

“So where is your brother?” Sans asked, looking back at Papyrus. The other monster gave a small huff as he locked the door. “Probably drinking mustard at Grillby’s again, the slob. Want me to go and retrieve him?” Sans refused with a quick shake of his skull. “No, it’s fine. I can wait. We can spend some time together before I have to go.” Papyrus saw no reason why they shouldn’t and went to sit in the couch, with the other skeleton following.

“So, you don’t know how to work the machine?” Sans sighed once he was seated and comfy. Papyrus merely shook his skull. “I’m afraid not. My brother barely tells me shit. I just-” He stopped when he was nudged slightly. He looked down at Sans, who gave a slightly apologetic grin. “Ha, sorry. I do that to my brother whenever he has a foul mouth.” This had the taller raising the tops of his sockets some. “Oh? You don’t let your brother swear?” The smaller gave a curt nod. “Nope! Bad language leads to bad habits after all.” Papyrus blinked, surprised by this saying he had never heard before. “Is that so? Well… I need to tape my brother’s mouth shut at once!” This had Sans giggling lightly, resting up against the arm of the couch. “No, it doesn’t always work. My brother still smokes and and lazes about the house and tell bad jokes.” Papyrus rubbed his temples at the similarities. “Oh, you’re practically describing my own brother,” he groaned, shutting his sockets. “There’s no possible way in Asgore’s horrid Underground that the thing you are describing is somehow another version of the Great and Terrible Papyrus.” Sans grinned widely at that remark. “Well now you know how I feel. I thought you were a completely different skeleton when I first saw you.” “Which I am,” the other proclaimed quite proudly. “I would knock your brother’s socks off the moment-”

“Oh, don’t get me started on those horrible socks!” Sans moaned, tilting his skull back in exaggerated agony.

“Yours does that, too?” Papyrus sputtered, immediately pointing to the sock/sticky note collection on Sans’ right. “I swear, I am this close to blasting him back to the surface if he responds with ‘okay’ one more time!”

“Oh god, I know the feeling,” the other monster laughed with a little “mweh heh heh”, which was shared with Papyrus’ own “nyah hah hah”. After that little moment, things went silent for a moment, before Papyrus suddenly asked, “Say, do you enjoy cooking?”

Sans’ large, glimmering eyelights was all the answer he needed.

Within minutes, the two were already in the kitchen, practically blowing in up with fire just about ready to burn the house down, both attempting to make a dish that would impress the other. They talked as they did so, finding similarities and hobbies within each other that they hadn’t been find in pretty much anyone else. By the next half hour, the two skeletons were sitting on the couch, Papyrus cross-legged and munching on tacos while Sans sat with his feet dangling and munching on lasagna. Sure, both dishes were equally horrible and bad enough to make any person with taste buds vomit, but the two scarfed it down anyways.

“So, this is what Alphys has you do for training?” Papyrus scoffed, setting his plate aside. “Pretty much,” Sans sighed, setting his own down for a certain annoying dog to come and lick at. “Doesn’t Undyne do the same?” The other gave a small shrug. “Not anymore. Well, we still do, but it’s now more of a small friendship activity than actual training,” he explained, folding his hands in his lap. “What you’re doing? It doesn’t help you at all besides to impress your friends with amazing food like I do.” Sans tilted his skull some, looking a bit upset. “I see… so, does this mean you’ll train me?” he inquired, rather excited. “Ha! Not only will I train you,” Papyrus proclaimed, “but I will make you the best Royal Guardsman, surpassing every one of your peers. You will be the greatest! Well, not as great as I, but you know.”

“And no killing?”

“Not a single EXP. I promise,” he chuckled. “Not that you need any with the Great and Terrible Papyrus helping you!” Sans’ grin lessened slightly. After a quick moment of thinking, he placed a hand atop Papyrus’, who looked at him in evident surprise.

“Hey… don’t call yourself that all the time,” he said, his voice rather soft, causing the other to furrow his brow ridge. “You’re not as terrible as you make yourself out to be.” He gave a wide smile. “In fact, I think you’re just great.”

Was that a… genuine compliment? It was. Sweet mother of god, it was. Papyrus looked away, beginning to feel his magic rise up to his skull that his masculinity demanded he quell. He just couldn’t help it, though. He took a chance and glanced down at Sans, whose own cheekbones seemed to have a light blue tint to them. Papyrus cleared his voice. “Ahem, well… if it means anything to you, I as well find you to be rather…” he struggled to find a word, “magnificent.”

Sans blinked in slight surprise, but grinned widely at this. He opened his mouth, probably to give another genuine compliment, when the door suddenly opened. The two looked over to see Papyrus’ real brother step in with a disgruntled sigh.

The Sans of this universe shrugged off a bit of the snow that had gotten onto his jacket, grumbling to himself about Grillby and his brother. He was glad his bro hadn’t come in to make a scene this time about his lazy behavior. Grillby had almost had enough of that. However, did he get the shock of his life when he saw Papyrus already there, sitting on the couch with a blue copy of him.

He stared.

They stared back.

“Uhhhh…. I’m sorry, am I being replaced?”

“Pah! I wish,” Papyrus scoffed, only to be given a small elbow nudge from his buddy. “I’m from a different… home,” the blue one explained. “Not here, anyways. I got here through the machine out back, but I don’t know how to get home.” Ah, that made much more sense.

“Oh, well I can fix that up for ya,” he chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “We just need to put in the last used coordinates and send you back to your universe. Simple as that.” The blue Sans gave a sigh of relief and looked up at Papyrus. “Wowzers, I thought I’d never get to go home!” He looked back at his alternate. “When do I get to go?”

His alternate gave a small shrug. “Right now, if you want. Don’t know why you would, though.” The other gave a wide grin. “Well I may want to come back. You’re brother’s pretty great! He promised to train me if we meet up again.” Sans blinked and looked at Papyrus, who seemed to find more interest in the other Sans than his own brother. He gave a smirk and shrugged. “Tch, sure, whatever you say. I’ll give you the code and what not to let ya come whenever, cool?” He looked at Boss for reassurance, who gave a curt and eager nod. “Sweet. Well let’s go.”

The blue Sans stood up and gave Papyrus a large hug, making sure this one lasted. “This place is fairly dangerous,” the larger skeleton reminded in a low voice, as if trying to test him. “I’ll come back, no matter how dangerous this place is,” he grinned, a determined look sparking in his sockets. “We’ll be training before you know it! For a friend like you, it’s worth it! Mweh heh heh!” And with that, he ran over to his counterpart to go home, his new friend waving him goodbye as he left.

Getting back was easy. Like the brother had said, it was just retrieving the last known coordinates from the computer and starting it up. Once the machine was ready, he turned to his counterpart. “Haven’t seen my bro that cheerful in years. Come back, ‘kay Blue? Hopefully it’ll finally get him off of my ass.” Sans gave an affirmative nod before going inside the machine. Within mere seconds, he was back home, everything once again familiar to him. He went back inside his house to greet his very, very worried younger brother.

Back in the alternate universe, Sans looked at the machine to make sure everything had gone as plan. Once he was given reassurance, he went back through the main door of his house, where Papyrus still sat on the couch. He sighed and slumped next to him, tired from walking so many steps. “You seem to have had some fun,” he chuckled, looking up at his brother.

“Hmph. Well, he was rather enjoyable,” Papyrus admitted, putting on his steel-hard exterior once again. “We actually got along. And he wasn’t a lazy bones, unlike you.” Sans just rolled his eyelights in his sockets. “Yeah yeah yeah, I know,” he grumbled.

Silence reigned for a few seconds.

“Okay, I will admit that your alternate was rather cute,” he huffed. “It was small and innocent and lovable.” This gained an odd look from Sans. “Okay?”

…

“I want to fuck it.”

“Wai- hu- wah? Boss! That’s me!”

“Pffft, as if. That thing is ten times the skeleton you are AND is actually pleasing to look at.”

“Tch, whatever ya say, Boss… Whatever you say.”

#Coonfics #request #edgeberry #pool-of-your-bloody-tears #Sans #Papyrus #Underfell #Underswap #uf!papyrus #us!sans

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Intense Pedophilia and Grooming Trigger warning

but, I never really see myself as a "victim" of grooming or pedophilia but there's many times like tonight where I remember that I... really was. by many people actually. theI had a friend trying to get me into giantess and feet fetish stuff when I was as young as 14/15. I literally have art of it on here still. I remember them calling me mature for my age. We talked about sexual stuff all the time and even eventually had a sex rp. I even showed nudes and stuff as well to them. I can't remember how old I was but I don't think I was a minor at the time. Now I don't even want to talk to anymore despite him being what I had considered a good friend. I get a weird feeling whenever I think about him. I remember him pushing me to vore either his muse or someone elses and promised me a commission if I did it. OF course I wanted a commission so I did. I remember a lot of pushyness and red flags I just kinda ignored or didn't see when I was younger. another one of his friends was someone I talked to often that also did sexual stuff with me. Wouldn't tell me off or anything and would instigate it. I can barely remember what but I remembered I talked about sexual stuff with him and a particular "Younger people can have fantasies about older people and I"m not gonna stop that" sort of thing. There was another guy in his 30s that actually helped me figure out I was bi by pretending to be a girl and initiating rp with my female muse. That was also around when I was 15 ish and continued way longer than it should have. It stepped up from muses to wanting to have sex rps as just him and I. He made comments about how my parents had the same age gap. We stopped talking many times and he'd come back with some "id rather be friends without sexual rps than not be friends" but ultimately he eventually went away and bitched me out because I kept not wanting to have sex rps with him but would talk about sexual things on my NSFW blog about myself. Not in a sexual way, mind you. Just talking about my experiences. If I remember correctly this was either right before or around the time I was 18. I also had another friend that I was really attached to. Our main ocs were together for years, had kids, and I had known them since around the same age. We did nsfw rps and stuff too despite an age gap. We talked about pretty much everything. Things I don't even think I'll ever bring up again. They talked about incest stuff a lot. Felt the same way that I did in the sense of it being fake and harmless. They did a lot of things that made me uncomfortable but the tipping point was when he kept making offhand scenario/jokes that their ponysona that I shipped my ponysona with was a "Philly fiddler." AKA pedo. Situations with minor canon chars and his char. when I brought it up when I ended up ghosting them, they mentioned It was a phase, and I'll respect that from them because I also had uncomfortable "phases" that I've mentioned,. but it still made me uncomfortable as shit and I should've talked about it when it was happening. He also had a lot of political ideals I disagreed with but obviously that's a bit of a tangent and not an accusation. I remember seeing something relatively recently when I started missing him and checked his blog out, about that kid that was forced to dance for older men, and there was some snarky comment about "But it's okay for Tumblr because it's gay." and like. I don't even want to go into how wrong and homophobic that is but yeah. They said shit like that a lot despite trying to claim to be lgbtq+ positive. Despite all that I've yet to find a friend like them even after nearly 4 years of not talking with them anymore. Someone I trust and confided in everything with and talked with on a nearly daily basis. I miss the interaction still but my social presence get worse and worse on here as time goes by, and I don't think I ever will find someone I'll connect with like that again and it sucks knowing that they'll be it. I also around this time (and longer than I'd like to talk about) I used to be into horrible shit. I remember drawing incest porn of two of my characters. I used to have a noncon fetish and had a few drawings with that I've since deleted. Things that I defended when I was younger for the same reasons I still see today. "It's fiction. Its not reality." "I'm not actually into noncon/incest IRL and hate it, and know the difference between it and fiction." "Fantasizing isn't the same as actually doing it." I'm sure you've heard it all. Not really questioning or wondering why I thought it was acceptable in the form of fiction when I hated it in reality. Not thinking or understanding how this could hurt people, rather they were victims or NOT. All this, it hurts because I know I instigated a fair amount of these things, being painfully cringy and downright bold and even pushy about how horny I was as a developing kid, and because of that feel responsible for it. But, god damn I was just a fucking kid. Going through feelings and physical changes and shit I didn't even understand, and was nothing but taken advantage of by these people. While part of me feels guilt and shame for my actions, the other part of me remembers that these were fucking adult men leagues older than I was (with the exception of one who was only a few years older than me) that should've known better. It feels humiliating even thinking and talking about the things that happened, yet I can't even fucking imagine talking or dealing with a 15 year old like they did with me. It puts a knot in my stomach. and while I have that I also have instances of people the same age acting 100 percent responsibly with me that I still consider my friends to this day. It's just so fucking awful what happened. The internet can have such amazing things on it but also so much fucking trash and garbage. If any other kid my age came up to me and told me what I've said now, I'd hurt me so much. I'd feel so much anger towards the people who hurt them and I'd look at them like fucking scum. Yet I don't with them. Yet I don't even consider myself a victim. And tonight it makes me wonder how many others experienced a similar or even the same thing that feel the same way. Who feel "Lucky" because they were never actually physically assaulted like I feel. Who feel like it was just a part of them growing up as a woman like I did. Or that feel completely differently than I do and actually hurt but have no outlet to talk about it. and I remember my family trying to stop it. My dad was livid when he found out I was talking with adults online. My sister suspected some of the stuff I was doing but I played it off because I was a stupid kid. They could've helped me if I had just let them. If you're a minor that happened to stumble here, don't trust a single adult that's willing to be sexual with you. Or calls you mature. or approaches you with anything sexual. Don't do it. Even if they seem like a decent person, they aren't. It's not different between you and them.. It's not harmless. It may not even seem wrong to you at the time, but I can tell you it's wrong. It's awful. If you're an adult and a minor approaches you sexually. Ignore it. Tell them off. Do not interact with them even if you think they're "Mature" enough. Dont' be fucking gross and misuse your power over them. You should know better period. You have no rhyme or reason to act this way and have no excuse. You know better. and I don't wonder if this is why I have so many problems with my sexuality, or asexuality rather. Sometimes I even wonder if it's why I'm asexual. Every time I tried to express it when I was younger was either in a completely unsafe environment or it failed miserably. I was fat and "ugly" and the weird kid, no one but the town horndog wanted to fuck me and that went fucking horrible. Plus, sex ed is a fucking joke around here. absolutely nothing about boundaries or making sure your partner is comfortable or anything actually useful was covered, things I frankly feel I need more of than the average person. Rather I think I'm a victim or not, Rather I think about these things or not, They've affected me for the rest of my life on how I handle and do certain things. This shit isn't okay. It never will be okay, and I will never support it no matter how many people wanna call me an """Anti""" or what the fuck ever, and I get sick to my stomach thinking that I know people who do. Not from a "Fandom" standpoint either. It's something I've felt for years before the stupid "Anti" and "Anti-anti" terms came to be. This shit harms kids rather you think it does or not. Fiction impacts. It's important as hell, especially fandom based writings and fictions. If you don't approach these subjects with tact, and end up normalizing it/defending it, it hurts people. It gets so frustrating to see the same people that talk about how much fanfics and fandom artist drawings have impacted their lives, how beautiful they are to them, but also have the audacity to say that "Fiction isn't real, it's not hurting anyone." or "it's just fiction writing don't like it don't read" when talking about harmful shit like Incest, abuse romanticizing, pedophilia, ect.

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A Conversation with Jamie 3:26!!!

Hailing from the Beverly area on the South Side of Chicago, Jamie 3:26 has garnered recognition in his own right as a master selector capable of lighting any dance floor on fire. Driven by the deep desire to make people to lose themselves in the dance and forget their problems, Jamie keeps his irons burning hot. He always seeks out new and fresh sounds. It could be an overlooked gem from 30 years ago or a new jam and as long as it has a great groove, he’s interested. Anyone who has seen Jamie 3:26 play, can testify to the effect he has on a dancefloor – he is a true force of nature.

There is a reason they call him “The Beast”.

2018 has seen Jamie 3:26 take his career to a new a level, touring globally with a consistency matched by few others on the circuit and is revered by clubs and festivals all over. Recent remixes on ‘Heist’ have gathered huge support and his classic ‘Hit It N Quit It’ was released on the revered ‘Salsoul’ records. Jamie recently had the honor of headlining Boiler Room’s ‘Final Night in Paradise’ extravaganza – a unique homage to Larry Levan and the scene he created. This truly demonstrates to the world how highly he is regarded and his current status in the scene. He not only captures the past of those eras gone by but he is also the future of Chicago House music. (Courtesy of www.bbemusic.com)

I caught up with Jamie during a recent return to Chicago and chatted with him about his career, his future and his love of music and world experiences.

Black Widow: You’ve been doing this for quite a while. How were you introduced to House Music?

Jamie 3:26: I was introduced to this from my family. My uncle was really into disco, my cousin loved funk and my mom loved disco, funk and soul. We would have a lot of parties at our house. I would play a lot of music at those parties. It was at one of my mom’s parties that I actually saw a DJ mix. I was exposed to this in the 70s. Then in the early 80s, I was listening to the radio mixes on WBMX, WKKC, and the college radio stations. I remember seeing John Mason, who was a DJ from my neighborhood mix, Disco Don and Clever Clear from High Fidelity Productions. They were the first guys I saw mixing and they would DJ a lot of the house parties in the neighborhood. Eventually, I began sneaking out to some of those basement parties. That’s when I started really getting into going to the parties and dancing. That was around 1985.

Black Widow: What made you decide you wanted to DJ/Mix?

Jamie 3:26: I was taught how to operate and use DJ equipment at a young age by watching those DJs I mentioned before. I’m self-taught. No one sat me down and taught me how to mix. I learned from studying mixes on radio and watching DJs mix and seeing what they were doing. I was able to just soak it up. I started mixing in 1985, but I took it very seriously around 1988. That’s when I began really studying this craft. I would always try to get as close to the booth wherever I was at. I would hang out at the Music Box/Powerhouse on 22nd and Michigan. When they would DJ downstairs, Ron (Hardy) would let me get in the back and check him out. I would want to check out as many DJs as I could. Around 1988/1989 I would go out and study Andre Hatchett, Lil Louis, Disco Don, Ron Hardy, Pharris, Gene Hunt, Terry Hunter and Mike Williams. Those DJs were the ones I was following and studying. I learned a lot of things from them individually. It took me a while to get it all together but learned so much from studying and watching them.

Black Widow: During the time when you are learning, what were you doing to expose yourself and get your name out there?

Jamie 3:26: Our crew (The Lust Corp) started throwing our own events, picnics, parties. We went from doing that to doing our own event at AKA’s in 1990. I remember it was John Hunt (Gucci promotions), Galaxy promotions, and CSP production doing college nights at AKAs. We would hire Chris Underwood, Terry Hunter, Ron Hardy, and Pharris. It was a 21 and up club but we were all under 21 putting on these events.

Black Widow: Did word just spread about who you were?

Jamie 3:26: Yea we were a pretty deep crew. We had the gift of gab and would talk our way in. That’s where those relationships started with some of those DJs. We ended up doing a lot on the college party circuit, especially at Northern IL University. Even if we weren’t actually playing at the event, we would set up the sound system and one of us might DJ as well.

Black Widow: When did you decide that this was more than a hobby? When did you decide this was something you wanted to do as a career?

Jamie 3:26: It started in 1989 and came from doing a lot of house parties for people from my old HS, Morgan Park. I started my own mobile DJ Company and I was DJ'ing homecomings, sock hops and such. It kept growing from there and I knew I wanted to do this. I got my own full setup and sound system in 1991. My grandmother helped me get it. If it wasn’t’ for her, I wouldn’t’ be where I am today. She believed in me.

Black Widow: Back then people were digging in crates, looking for music. It’s not the same now. Your musical style is so varied. What was your process for choosing music and has it changed now that so much of it is digital?

Jamie 3:26: You didn’t have the power of the internet so everything wasn’t at your fingertips. There are a lot of records that I initially thought may have been one title and I would buy it and discover it wasn’t the one I wanted. That was before they had listening stations and the people who worked at the record store didn’t want to open the record and play it. I have a lot of records that I bought that ended up being something I didn’t want or something I thought I didn’t want. That’s just how digging was back then. We would listen to music and be like, “Aww that sounds like something Frankie would play or Ron may play”. We were looking for that gem, something to set you apart that no one had. I also learned this music from listening to mix shows on the radio, especially the Sunday show with Bobby Q Bobby on WKKC. You also had to go out. If it was a certain sound that you were into or wanted to get turned on to, then you checked out certain DJs. Back then, everyone mixed and DJ’d what they could. A lot of DJs got their start off their parent’s record collection. That’s how it was with me. I would find records and go through them and find my own groove. We would dig and discover music. Nowadays, with technology, you don’t really have to go out to hear and discover new sounds if you don’t want to, but I’m still a student and a fan of new sounds and music.

I still get excited looking for music and finding new music. No one person is going to know all the jams…they may act like it but no one knows every record known to man.

Black Widow: There are certain DJs that really know music. I’m not just talking house music, they know music, the history…you know they are the ones who would actually read the album covers…

Jamie 3:26: Yes…that’s exactly what I did!

Black Widow: I think that’s reflected in your musical style. When you are starting out you are obviously influenced by other DJs, but when did you get to the point where you knew who you were as a DJ and identified your personal style?

Jamie 3:26: It boils down to having musical balls. Back in the day, if you were an opening DJ you were limited to a certain degree, especially if you were playing with certain DJs. It was almost an unwritten code. You weren’t supposed to play all the hits or the hot shit. You were supposed to keep it at a certain tempo, etc. The opening DJ was supposed to keep it mellow and they didn’t really build it up. Back then, it may have been 2-3 DJs max for a certain event. Now it may be 5 or 6 DJs for a 6 hour party and you have every DJ trying to out bang each other because they want a chance to play. They want to make the most out of the moment. The problem is it becomes a pissing contest because everyone is trying to outdo each other. The result of that is the party suffers. What I learned and what I was schooled on from my elders like Robert Williams is that it’s about the party first.

“That’s the most important thing…it’s about the party first”!

The most important part of a night is the opening. The opening DJ sets the vibe, atmosphere and environment. Everyone cannot play that position correctly. You have to be flexible and have musical knowledge. If you only know and play bangin ass house music and you don’t have that knowledge, you can’t play anything mid-tempo and build up. Sometimes it’s all they know or all that they think is what makes shit hot and hype. Speed doesn’t always equal energy. I’ve been at parties where it’s mid-tempo all night and people are losing. You don’t always have to bang it out. I remember feeling like I had to play like this or I have to play around the DJ and things like that. I realized I wasn’t doing me. I had to find a way to do me but still be respectful and play my position. There are rules to this shit.

That’s hard because I’m human. We all are and we all have an ego. If people say they don’t have an ego, that’s bullshit. You have to find a way to play your position and know how to do it correctly and respectfully. I had to work my way up from doing some opening spots to doing some prime spots. When I got those opportunities, I took advantage of it and made the most of it.

Even in those moments, it wasn’t about “I’m gonna shit on everybody” or “I’m gonna make him work tonight” or any of that bullshit…NO...that’s not what it was about. It was about turning the party out and making people know who the fuck I am in the process.

Eventually, I started to come into my own. I had to learn from experience.

Black Widow: Do you think that protocol is missing nowadays?

Jamie 3:26: You have people who aren’t experienced with playing in public. They can make a dope mix at home in their own environment but when you are in different club environments, you aren’t prepared for a mishap with the equipment or you may not know how to play on a dope sound system. Things like that can throw you off and then you may sound horrible. Honestly, there are a lot of DJs who should just practice more at home and get their craft up before they come out in public. There are lot of people practicing in public. That’s no diss… but it’s the truth. There are people anxious to get out and play and I totally understand that because I was that way.

I didn’t come out the gate with guns blazing and playing as the sickest fuckin DJ. There were times when I’d get out there and fuck up! I’d crash and burn and they’d tell my ass to get off and go dance. {Laughter} I had to get over the nerves, develop my craft and get experience under my belt. You gotta have experience to learn how to read a room. You also have to have that musical knowledge so you know when to change the music, or build and change the vibe. If you are only used to playing a certain set or program and the DJ before you plays a song that you had in the set you’ve been planning for weeks, you’ll be messed up because you haven’t built up your skills on how to improvise.

Black Widow: Would you say the club was your training ground? It seems like you can only learn those things when you are actually in the environment.

Jamie 3:26: Yeah it was but now it’s harder. You have such an oversaturated market of DJs because of technology and you have places that don’t give you a chance to build a night. If you don’t have your shit poppin within a week or two, they are movin on to the next DJ. It’s hard to develop some of these skills because nightlife is a business and folks want to make money. I was able to develop those skills when I was younger because of the number of house parties, basement parties and such that I did. Also, I had to DJ and play various types of music, when I had my mobile DJ business. It wasn’t just house music. I was playing house, disco, hip hop, reggae, slow jams…I did parties for gang bangers, wedding receptions…all of that. It taught me how to be diverse and I feel like it gave me an advantage. I learned how to be versatile. It’s hard these days to develop yourself because everyone has a microwave mentality. People think they are good because they have a hard drive full of music.

If you aren’t studying the music; knowing who the producers are, knowing the remixes, studying the history of this genre…if you don’t know about these legendary DJs, clubs and sounds all around the world… you can have all the music in the world but you may not know what version to play. You haven’t studied and done your research. It’s a lot different playing digital file vs a record. If someone was DJing a record and playing the wrong version, you’d tell them to turn that shit over. You can’t do that to someone playing digital. You still have to learn…you really have to learn all aspects of this. It’s just like anything else. You have to learn the fundamentals.

Black Widow: I agree. I think it’s like anything you really want to excel at. That’s what makes the greats…so great! I think those are the ones who remain students. They are always studying. They never get to the point where they think they know everything. I see you on social media still looking and digging for new music in record stores all around the world. You are always looking for something new to play. That’s why your sets never sound the same.

Jamie 3:26: Yup…I’m always digging and studying. I love music…every aspect of it. There’s always something new to learn.

Black Widow: Let’s talk about your evolution as a DJ. What are some of the greatest lessons you’ve learned in your career?

Jamie 3:26: Oh wow… I’d have to say first I had to realize that although this culture and music started in Chicago, its way beyond Chicago. I always knew that because I was into certain sounds but I had to experience it. I remember being humbled during my first trip to NYC around 2000/2001. I went to my first Shelter party. Of course, I was familiar with the place, the sound and the parties that happened there but when I got there it was such an eye opening experience. At the time, it was one of the biggest clubs I’d ever been in with one of the most amazing sound system. I was there just watching all these people from different backgrounds getting down. They were breakdancing to house music. I mean it was a dude spinning on his head to house music!!! I remember just looking at all of this and had to sit down. I was overwhelmed. I was like well DAMN! It was so much more than what I thought it was.

You know coming from Chicago, we can be a little cocky because this genre started here but that entire experience changed me in a lot of ways. I realized the music was global and finally experienced it on that level outside of Chicago for the first time. That was some powerful shit. It made me want to see it and experience it from everywhere else and that’s exactly what I did. I heard about the festivals and WMC and things like that but it was important that I experienced it as a patron, not a DJ. It wasn’t about going to these places so I could DJ. I mean, of course that was part of it, but it wasn’t the main objective. I was going to check this shit out. It sparked something in me and it shaped me and made me start playing differently. I got it. This shit was worldwide.

2nd thing I’ve learned over the years is don’t be an Asshole.

Black widow: [Laughter] Can you elaborate please? [Laughter]

Jamie 3:26: [Laughter] One line! That’s it! [Laughter] No seriously, I’ve said this to people quite a bit but what has helped me throughout my entire career has been who I am as person vs my musical talent. How you treat people and how you are to people. Some people lack social skills. You have to k now how to interact with people, have good people skills and know how to network with your peers. Being a decent person has allowed me to form and develop relationships that have carried me throughout my entire career. I mean…be cool! Don’t be an asshole! I’m a very observant person and over the years, I’ve learned from many about what to do and what not to do. Some people think if you are someone with manners, talk with people professionally and such you are “kissing ass” but just like in any profession, there’s a standard and way you go about things. You got to find your own way and not be a fake. It’s about how you are as a person, your personality.

Most people who are creative are introverts. We spend more time in dark rooms in front of computers, books, instruments and such. We are self-professed nerds. I’m definitely one of them but I’m also a people person. I know if I’m out and at a gig, I can’t be an asshole to people, even when I may feel like shit.

“After a while, you realize you belong to the people. You can’t come out and say stuff like; I want my privacy or leave me alone…if that’s the case, stay your ass at home”.

Black Widow: From one fellow introvert to another, I couldn’t’ agree more. I’m much more comfortable with my journal then in public sometimes. They say writing is show business for introverts! [LAUGHTER] It’s so true but I’m also a performer so I’m learning how to navigate those public spaces more. Don’t be an asshole! A simple gem from Jamie 3:26! [LAUGHTER]

Jamie 3:26: Exactly! Be cool and don’t be an asshole and you’ll be alright!

Black Widow: When did you decide you didn’t just want to play music but you wanted to make music?

Jamie 3:26: I’ve always kinda fooled around with tracks and productions when I was younger and in high school. That’s how house music started; DJs started making their own stuff to separate themselves and to be different. I actually had a hip-hop group in the early 90s and I first learned about sampling and stuff like that from my man, Coolie Mac. I started learning more about production hanging out with Glen Underground. He used to live around the corner from me. I was there when some of his early hits were created. I was doing stuff with Paul Johnson when he was making tracks in the kitchen. Those who know remember the kitchen. [Laughter] I actually did stuff here and there but in early 2000s, Chip E really turned me on to doing things digitally; digital music production and digital editing. Chip E and Leonard Remix Roy really got me into that. Chip E especially got me into learning how to create and make music on a computer. I did a lot of tracks and made things at home but it wasn’t until around 2008/2009, I sent a track I made to a label in the UK just to see what the response would be. They loved it and they wanted to put it out. That got my confidence up with production. Since then, I’ve had a nice amount of remixes and releases with my own production. I’m glad I was able to get out of that mode that I needed all this equipment in order to make my own music. Chip E showed me another way.

Black Widow: Is your creative process different as a producer vs a DJ?

Jamie 3:26: When I’m producing, I’m definitely approaching it as if I’m DJ’ing. Sometimes it can start with some drums and I build around it. Sometimes I have to stop it and go back to it and something will come back to me. I don’t have a set formula for doing things. It can be a loop and I may listen to it for some time before it comes to me. I think that’s why they say most musicians are crazy because we’ll listen to the same thing over and over again. Sometimes an entire idea will hit me and I’ll lay it out in one rip, then other times, it may be completely different from what I envisioned it. There are plenty of tracks that I’ve created where the original format is totally different than what was released. I’ve done 10 different versions of some things I’ve made. There’s no formula. I build around it. It’s like a puzzle.

Black Widow: I think writing is similar in ways. Sometimes it comes out all at once and other times it’s just a word or a phrase that I stare at for the longest until I’m able to put it together. I totally get it.

Jamie 3:26: Right! That’s exactly how it goes sometimes. It’s not a recipe.

Black Widow: Is it about creating your own music or are you doing more collaboration with other artists?

Jamie 3:26: Actually I’ve noticed as of recent, some of the things I’ve done where I’ve collaborated has been a much more fun process. I feed off of their energy love bouncing ideas off of one another. Even if we aren’t in the same room, we can bounce those ideas off one another. That’s what I’ve done with my partner Bobby from Amsterdam. We’ve made a few things and those ideas have started from us bouncing ideas back and forth. Once we get together we lay it all down and knock it out. I prefer working with others right now. I really love co-creating with certain people because it’s a different challenge and its fun.

Black Widow: What inspires you to create? And how to you stay creative? I say this because creative people are constantly pouring themselves out into the world through their art. That’ How do you stay full and inspired?

Jamie 3:26: It’s not easy. Some people are just so naturally creative. They just get inspired, knock things out and spill out an album or two. With me I don’t want to rush it. It’s a piece of me and a representative of me. I get inspired by so many different things. It can be hearing something interesting, watching a movie, walking down the street or seeing folks interact. It can be a memory of a party I was at or an event I’ve played. Sometimes I think about that and want to recreate that same energy or vibe. I just can’t turn on my creativity like a light switch. Sometimes I wish I could but that’s not how I am. I prefer to let it flow and see what happens. The best forms of inspiration for me sometimes involve me just going out. Sometimes it can even be hearing a bad DJ or going to a party that sucks. It makes me want to create something that would make people go crazy!

Black Widow: I’ve told people that whenever I have a creative rut or some writer’s block, I have to get out and live. The best inspiration comes to me from just living my life authentically and fully. I have to experience new things or it can be the complete opposite. Sometimes I just need to be still because I’ve become too busy. Does that make sense?

Jamie 3:26: Right…that’s it. Sometimes you just have to take a break and step away and not force it. Get out and take a walk, or be in silence and boom…something may come. You just can’t force it either way.

Black Widow: You’ve been fortunate to travel the world. How does that influence how you play?

Jamie 3:26: It goes back to always being a student. I’ve actually learned a lot not just about music but traveling has broadened my views of the world and people. It’s been a huge blessing and I understand so much more about people. I’ve met so many beautiful and amazing people and the connection is all through music. I know it sounds cliché but it’s so true. It made me see how universal this language music is. I’ve been around people who can’t speak English but can sing every word to the song and that’ amazing to experience. I’ve also been able to hear many DJs from around the world who have some serious stank and soul. Once again, I see how global this music is. It’s way beyond Chicago. Now don’t’ get me wrong,

“I can’t forget the roots and I’m going to represent the culture and make sure people know that Chicago is the birthplace, but I also cannot deny how far reaching this music is. I’ve been turned on to so many different sounds in my travels”.

It’s such a blessing. I’m thankful for it all.

Being open minded helps a lot because there are things that work here that may not work somewhere else. Again, I do my research. I check out what’s happening and what people are into. I’m still going to put my own spin on it. I can’t just cater to them and play a certain sound. I have to remember that I’ve been hired to bring the sound that I’m known for, not just the sound that they are used to. I had to learn this in my very first trip to Europe the hard way. If anyone brings you anywhere, you play how you play. That’s why they brought you there. That’s how they heard you and that’s what they want. They want your sound.

Black Widow: Being a DJ, producer, etc., isn’t just about being creative anymore. You have to learn this business. What lessons did you learn along the way about the business of making music?

Jamie 3:26: Own your publishing!!!!! Have your business set up, have an attorney to overlook documents. Don’t sign anything without looking at it. If someone offers you an advance, that’s usually all you are going to get.

“Value your art...don’t sacrifice your art for being able to get out there because that’s your intellectual property”.

Black Widow: It seems you spend more time learning the business and trying to protect yourself instead of creating. Isn’t that frustrating sometimes as an artist?

Jamie 3:26: Oh yeah!!! But these are the steps you have to do and it does can be hard to find that balance. That’s why it’s best if you can hire someone and get help. If you are trying to wear so many hats, it’s easy to overlook one little thing and that thing could be detrimental to you. You have to figure it all out…the music, the art and the business.

Black Widow: What do you say to those who say you left Chicago because you hated it? What would you say to them?

Jamie 3:26: [Laughter] OHHHH WEE!!! That’s what the streets are saying huh? To a lot of people, they may think I left out of frustration but that’s not true. People don’t realize but I was living between Chicago and the Netherlands for 3 years. I would spin 3-5 months of the year overseas and come back and forth. I left because I outgrew it. It wasn’t’ an easy decision either. I was going to leave 5 years ago and now I know it would have been a disaster and I wasn’t ready.

“It’s not that I’m over Chicago at all… I’m just looking at the world as my residency”

Black Widow: What do you love about being a DJ from Chicago?

Jamie 3:26: We got funk! We are the originators. Our sound is Midwest fresh. The dopest DJs come from the Midwest, especially from Chicago and Detroit. We’ve always stressed technical skills, being tight and being musically diverse. We can come from this area and come many different ways, especially if they are seasoned. The dopest thing about being a Chicago DJ is being from Chicago! This is mecca and the world looks at Chicago as such. We need to realize the power we hold being from this place and how people look up to us and our city. It’s way beyond Chicago and we have a powerful gift we take for granted. Some don’t even understand the power we hold and how we are looked at across the world because no one goes outside of Chicago to see it and experience it.

Black Widow: What does the future hold for Jamie 3:26? What dreams do you still want to accomplish?

Jamie 3:26: I want to release an album of original music and continue mentoring younger DJs of color abroad.

Black Widow: Mentoring? Oh I had no idea…

Jamie 3:26: Oh yeah… I have been showing some of the younger DJs, sharing experiences, wisdom and knowledge with them. No one really did that with me and I have a lot of knots upside my head because I had to learn that stuff on my own. In this game, women and people of color are the minorities. This is a male dominated industry. We have to make some changes and stick together and work together. Especially with women. Women Promoters, Marketing and PR professionals, label owners, etc. This is a boy’s game and we need that feminine energy.

Black Widow: Yes we do!!! It’s all about diversity and inclusion! I couldn’t agree with you more. I’ve enjoyed speaking with you so much! I know you are only home for a short time so I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me!

Jamie 3:26: Not a problem! I enjoyed it!

Black Widow: Safe Travels and Good luck to you with your future endeavors!

Jamie 3:26: I appreciate that!

You can find Jamie 3:26 at the following:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jamie3too6/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/jamiethreetwosix/?hl=en

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jamie3too6?lang=en

Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/jamie2too6

Mixcloud: https://www.mixcloud.com/discover/jamie-326/

Traxsource: https://www.traxsource.com/artist/407056/jamie-326

Beatport: https://www.beatport.com/artist/jamie-3-26/298570

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