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deltaengineering · 19 days

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Winter Anime 2024: Payday

Metallic Rouge

Metallic Rouge hasn't ended yet, but I am quite certain that at this point it's unsalvageable. I can give it one thing: it's going for a specific ~vibe~, and nails it. Why anyone would want to evoke the ~vibe~ of "deservedly forgotten 2000s sci-fi seasonal" is beyond me (I won't provide an example, because if I could remember it it wasn't forgettable enough), but there you go. Truly, Bones have outdone themselves with this celebration of their 25 year legacy.

It's hard to even start, but the one thing everyone is certain about is as good as any: The plotting and structure of this show is a complete mess. Some consider this "ambitious", but I don't think an ambition of "let's throw in every half baked thing we can think of and try to glue it together with proper nouns" is worth celebrating. We've got insipid and illogical worldbuilding that ultimately goes nowhere, brave political statements on the level of "slavery sure is bad but don't be rude about it", metaphor bombshells like a character who schemes behind the scenes and styles themselves the "puppetmaster" and constant plot twists that explain things long after I've given up on even trying to make sense of anything. That's where the ~vibe~ comes from: everything that has ever vaguely annoyed you in a mid anime is somehow in this one all at once.

This wouldn't be so bad if it had characters that are entertaining on their own, but here we meet the most bizarre creative decision: the one thing it has going for it is the Diet Dirty Pair banter between Rouge and Naomi, which elevates a few episodes to "decent", but of course they spend half the show seperated. And by themselves, Rouge likes chocolate and is as dumb as a brick with charisma to match, while Naomi is sassy and mysterious and that's it. The rest of the characters (and naturally, there are far too many of them) are either irritating or at best just bland.

So if this is Bones pulling out all the stops, at least you should expect the production values to be high, but even that is a mixed bag. Metallic Rouge looks quite mediocre for the most part until it's time for a dedicated Sakuga Cut™, which might be a fight or alternatively just a random one of the dozens of boring hallway conversations (that Crunchyroll of all things is treating this as a joke really says it all). And even the fights aren't all that great, because this show somehow manages to have bad sound mixing and music beds that I'd call interesting in theory but don't work well as a score. At least it has a stellar OP, but even that seemed a lot better before the show actually came out.

I might bump up the score a point if it ends exceptionally well (which it won't), but even in that case... it's still bad. Please go back to sourcing your deep plots from Weekly Shounen Jump, Bones. ~3/10

Bucchigiri...

Bucchigiri..., on the other hand, has the exact opposite problem: While Metallic Rouge is a convoluted tangle of inconsequential plot, this show is just happy to phone it in. It almost feels like a rerun of fall 2021, where Metallic Rouge is the new Fena and Bucchigiri... is the new Takt:Op. It leaves an agreeable first impression, with a bold, colorful look, unusual setting, expressive direction and kinetic animation – but everything not entirely superficial is an excuse, and a "dog ate my homework" level of excuse at that. If all you want is bromantic burly brettyboys going through the motions, get your fanfic pen ready, but don't expect the show itself to provide significantly more than character designs. It doesn't help that the main character is particularly bad, with his gimmick being "annoying disinterested horndog". These non-characters keep going in circles slapping each other's asses and being not very funny for two thirds of the show, until a very generic "sensitive best friend is tempted by evil" drama plot appears because even yaoi shippers realize that eventually something has to happen, which boils down to Matakara going around slapping everyone's asses again, but now it's supposed to be sad. And then that doesn't work at all, because for character drama you need characters. Who knew.

Of course the funny bit is that this is pretty much what I asked for. I gave SKOO shit for only being good at the wacky parts while the heartfelt drama and more fleshed out characters fell flat. Well, now the director's followup work is just the wacky bits and feels completely hollow for it, and then the exaggerated drama lacks anything to back it up. Maybe just do better, I suppose. Oh yeah, and this also hasn't ended yet but with how completely predictable it is I feel like I've already seen the final episode. ~4/10

Undead Unluck

You can take the Shounen out of the Jump but you can't take the Jump out of the Shounen. I don't usually touch the Weekly Shounen Jump brand for good reasons, but Undead Unluck definitely had one of the strongest first impressions for one in a long time, if only because it has leads that aren't Goku and Vegeta again. But it also had a flashy, devil-may-care attitude with absurd nonsense happening left and right, a bonkers setting that is actually interesting in its own right and production value to back it up. In short, it was Fire Force with arguably better characters. When it's firing on all cylinders, Undead Unluck is a very fun time.

The problem is that Undead Unluck is firing on all cylinders about as often as a Cadillac V8-6-4 with a flaky ignition distributor. Primarily it has a massive padding problem: The amount of recapping and flashbacks to things that just happened is patently ridiculous and I say that as someone who has watched two seasons of My Hero Academia. If you include things like OP and ED, I feel like calling roughly a third of this show's runtime literally repeated content is not a wild exaggeration. And that's only literally repeated content – since this is Weekly Shounen Jump, there is also a lot of restating of facts and tedious explanations. I can't even blame this just on Jump Editorial, because a lot of the time it seems to be in service of hitting the right cliffhangers – but if both source and adaptation have severe pacing issues, it all compounds to the worst pacing in any show I've seen a considerable amount of.

And then, even in the coinflip of time when it's actually doing anything, it's obviously not always at its best either. This is honestly acceptable from a show that goes wild – with these you have to take the bad with the good. I didn't care much for the lazily metafictional final arc for example, but it would be perfectly fine if it didn't (quite expectedly at this point) do its core statement twice in as many episodes in a row, only with more screaming the second time. It's good when it's good, sure, but it would have to be outstandingly brilliant to make the whole thing worth it – which it isn't, so it's not. 5/10

Mahou Shoujo ni Akogarete (Gushing over Magical Girls)

My standard line regarding any extra spicy fanservice anime show has always been "you know you can find real porn on the internet easily, right". Gushing over Magical Girls (which is, aint gonna lie, a genius title translation) is a pretty good example why: Even though it is pretty damn explicit, it still isn't on the level of actual porn, and then the extended moaning and wriggling sequences just take up so much of the time that it gets tedious pretty fast. And a lot of the "other" content of the show is just blatantly an excuse to make the porn happen. There's some edgy comedy too, but I think characters like Kiwi are more annoying than anything, so that didn't do much for me either. Then the middle section of the show is an excursion where our protagonist villains go sex up a couple of more villainous villains, which feels like it's missing the point even by its own standards. Also, be aware that with hentai content come hentai production values, and this one is definitely below average. None of this is particularly unusual.

However, I kept watching this one, and the reason is pretty simple: I don't actually object to spiciness in principle, and in the beginning the show did a pretty good job of portraying Utena's awakening to a bunch of fetishes. That she then started an awkward on-and-off anonymous BDSM relationship with an actual magical girl was even better. I honestly have to say that this is a brilliant concept, even if it wasn't executed to a level where I was certain it was intentional. Also, while it's arguably the "main plot", it's a fairly small part of the show and when it didn't show up much in the middle I was sure the show had lost me. I do have to admit though that against all odds, Gushing does stick the landing, with a final episode that really pays off that plotline in the best way you could reasonably (see above) expect. It's a bit of a rough ride, but this show delivers.

So I'm two minds about Gushing over Magical Girls. If you just consider it a hentai OVA that somehow escaped to television (which is not an unreasonable standpoint), it feels surprisingly ambitious and well thought out. But as a regular TV show, it just has too many weaknesses to ignore. Still, even though I can't call it good, I still think it's a more interesting curio than the score might make it sound. 5/10

Hime-sama "Goumon" no Jikan desu ('Tis Time For "Torture", Princess)

Oh no, this has "torture" in the title, what could it mean? Yeah, I think at this point everyone knows that it's a joke (one might even say... The Joke) and let's leave it at that. It feels like every season there's some fluffy and cute comedy that I quite enjoy for no profound reason. The Alleged Torture here simply doesn't do anything wrong, manages to find just about enough angles to its one joke to not get boring, and features nice designs and enough production value to deliver a smooth ride all the way to the end. It occasionally does something beyond its one joke, and that tends to turn out cute and chill as well, like Tortura's modest OL home life. Really the only thing I don't like about this is the manzai reaction antics of the sword – explaining the joke is always questionable, but it's especially so when there is exactly one punchline that never changes. In any case, this one is hardly essential and there are many others like it, but sometimes you just want something sweet and inoffensive that still puts the effort in. And this is definitely one of those. 6/10

Kusuriya no Hitorigoto (Apothecary Diaries)

I feel like I should like this show a lot more than I actually do. This is because it is made of great ingredients: Very nice looks, a setting with tons of potential, mostly interesting characters and in particular an amazing main character. Maomao is just great, she has tons of personality and a funny oddball charm that is tempered by a smart and stoic attitude. The beginning of the show, where Maomao plays the streetwise intruder into the stilted world of court intrigue and manages to cut through the bullshit like nobody else could, is pretty excellent.

However, as the show went on, it became clear that I just don't agree with the direction the plot takes. Of course it turns out that Maomao is actually deeply involved into the court drama in half a dozen ways (without ever telling the audience about it, which smells of retcon). Of course the focus shifts to other characters like Jinshi or later on Lakan, who are far less interesting. Of course there is a romance with Jinshi on the horizon. I don't want to be that guy that is mad that a show doesn't turn out to be what they had wished it to be, but it's still a letdown.

And that's not mentioning that the daily business of the show, various levels of detective work, is hardly solid gold either. It's just bad at mystery writing – most "cases" turn out to be massively contrived and then Maomao walks in and just guesses the solution out of nowhere. The large-scale mystery (who is Jinshi, really?) is not much of a mystery at all but Maomao can't figure it out because apparently she has to solve these complicated and tiny problems before she can realize the simple and obvious large one. And then there's the drama, which is effective enough in the moment but seems to be mostly built on a foundation of allegedly smart people acting much more stupid than they should.

So overall, I think this is still a good show simply because Maomao is fun to watch no matter what, but I just don't think the writing can quite hold up its part of the bargain, and that is kind of a bummer. 7/10

Yuuki Bakuhatsu Bang Bravern

Bang Bravern arrived with a simple, but quite amusing thesis statement: What if you had a tacticool, Armored Core-like mecha setting but then everything changed when a super robot show invaded. That's pretty funny. It also just so happens that Masami Oobari knows that the likes of Top Gun tend to have a certain undertone, and also made Bang Bravern explicitly homoerotic. That's even funnier. Add to this the fact that the epic super robot action genre is inherently hilariously over the top, and you have the makings of a very amusing show. Now, I could just leave it at that, because that's what Bravern is. An over the top and self-aware love letter to the super robot shows of old, with a couple of additional comedic angles.

In other words, it's like all super robot shows that have been made in the last two decades. Yeah, Bravern is undeniably quite entertaining, but I also don't think it's anywhere as unique as people seem to think it is. The "super in a world of reals" joke in particular doesn't really come into play that often, apart from when that side of the show keeps introducing dozens of characters that then proceed to not do anything apart from standing on the sidelines. The gay love affair does matter more often, but seems to run into diminishing returns because once you've done "come inside me" (which it does in like episode 3), you really have nowhere to go. And besides those two, well... it's charmingly exuberant and features all the goofy tropes, but it lacks the absurd hugeness of a TTGL or the meaningful subtext of a Gridman – and that's only shows that I have actually seen as a non-fan of the genre. I suppose fans will gladly take it anyway, because the genre is somewhat rare nowadays, but Bravern doesn't exactly blow me away. Still, you can't deny the fun. 7/10

Sousou no Frieren (Frieren: Beyond Journey's End)

So here we come to the big dog. The show that's pulling Doraemon numbers on Japanese TV, has been riding a comfortable #1 spot on MAL for months, and has inspired an unfathomable amount of porn. And the real surprising thing is that it's the first show in a very long time that I think comes even close to deserving that level of hype, especially early in its run when it absolutely isn't the kind of show you'd expect to do this – apart from the production values being about as good as TV anime gets, naturally.

Frieren starts out as an uniquely focused narrative that explores as many angles as it can out of a complicated mess of legacy, memory and regret through the lens of a pretty simple and generic RPG trope. It achieves this almost entirely through one of the best casts I've seen in a long time – Frieren may not be quite as charming a protagonist as Maomao, but she has much more depth and more importantly, every character that matters in her show is almost as good, and their relationships are even better. In its first-cours adventure mode, when we're just wandering around having more or less episodic encounters and plot points that drift in and out of focus with a wistful tone but splashes of goofy comedy, Frieren is quite excellent and would have been my show of last year if I had considered it eligible.

But then it slams in a new gear with the elegance of a tractor driver who thinks clutches are for pussies. Suddenly we're doing a proper Shounen Exam Arc and we're getting a lot less of this and a lot more of this. Now to be fair, this is a long running manga and it probably could not have kept doing flashbacks to Frieren being too dense to realize that Himmel was hitting on her 80 years ago forever. But still, the mage examination arc just really isn't Frieren at its best. It's not even that the content is particularly bad (maybe apart from the really quite rough beginning), and I do understand the long-term benefits of introducing a bigger cast of characters for future use, especially when they turn out to be quite good eventually... but it all just takes way too long. There's still great moments here, but that's usually a small segment of the established good stuff or, failing that, Frieren dropping a sick ass spell. Yeah, I won't even blame this on the action, because said action is incredibly well done and still quite brief, but you really didn't need a full season of theorycrafting and skill discussions to get those explosions. In short. Frieren temporarily turns into Full Metal Alchemist with better leads, and while this would be high praise for almost any shounen manga, it isn't for the one that has demonstrated it can do far better.

There is one real upside to this distraction arc though: Unlike, say, the plot problems of Apothecary Diaries that are here to stay, none of this irreversible, which Frieren immediately makes clear by snapping back to its best behaviour the second they leave the designated raid zones. The ending is as good as any part of the show, with the skillful writing and great tone we have come to wish for. Frieren may not be as consistently excellent as it first appeared, but it is still pretty damn good – and not on a purely superficial level either, because it obviously can have outstanding writing when it wants to and the fundamentals are rock solid too. 8/10

Yubisaki to Renren (A Sign of Affection)

And the top spot of the season goes to... a show that may not be the most ambitious, but does absolutely nothing wrong. Yubisaki to Renren is a fluffy romance where a very cute girl meets a very nice boy, and then no drama happens because not everyone in the world is a fucking idiot. I think my delight with this says more about the absolute state of romance anime than it does about the show itself, but I also have to say that while the plot of this show might be simplistic, it takes great care to set everything up in such a way to get away with said simplistic plot.

Obviously the core of the setup is that Yuki is deaf. But, quite smartly, the author doesn't make the story about Yuki's problems with not being able to hear, but rather about how her world is just... limited. And Itsuomi is a dude with an uncommonly wide worldview and experience. Opposites attract, and there you go. The show basically gets all the grounding it needs from that simple setup for free, then throws in a bit of complicated history among the larger cast. Then just make Yuki incredbly cute and Itsuomi an uncommonly levelheaded adult who will take measures to prevent any pointless drama before it gets out of hand, and you have a show that's just 100% a good time all the way through. So the leads (i.e., the thing that matters way above all else in a romance) are great, and the rest of the cast is more than fine too, even those who would instigate such drama – it can't get annoying, because they never succeed.

Really if I had to say something negative about this show it would be that it's still superficial compared to a show at its skill level that does go hard. I mean, it's about two nice people falling in love and nothing goes wrong, which isn't exactly a lot. There is maybe also the idea that Itsuomi may be a bit too perfect, but I'm just more than happy to see a male lead in a shoujo romance that is neither an abusive jerk nor a bland cardboard cutout. In a perfect world, something like Yubisaki to Renren should feel a bit bland and generic, but in the real one, there just isn't much like it. 9/10

#anime #review #winter2024 #metallic rouge #bucchigiri?!#gushing over magical girls #undead unluck #hime sama goumon no jikan desu #kusuriya no hitorigoto #yuuki bakuhatsu bang bravern #sousou no frieren #yubisaki to renren

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lucyvaleheart · 8 months

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hey lulu~

tell me about your swords?

hhhhhh oh my god- um. um. h-hi.... I. I see you saw my tags about, ah.... T-that nickname......

... Um. S-swords!! Yes!! I. I have many. I have so many swords. Oh this is gonna be a long post I can feel it in my bones let me slap a readmore on this.

............hhhhh g-goddess above that nickname- um. a-anyway.

Swords!! I have a bunch of them, though most of them are display pieces- the ones that aren't are made of either wood or a super durable plastic polymer thingy and are mostly training swords!!

Sadly I do not really have the budget or energy level to have and care for a proper real, actual metal combat sword... Maybe one day!! But for now-

My best of the best!! This is my longsword, or bastard sword, or hand and a half sword!! What name you use depends on the grip you weild it with- both hands on the hilt proper is a longsword grip, and you get more power from your swings at the cost of control and speed!

Putting your non-dominant hand on the pommel (that little flange at the very top in the picture) is hand and a half grip, interchangeable with bastard sword grip, and you sacrifice some power for significantly better control over your swings and much faster movements!

This baby is made of that plastic polymer I mentioned, and it's durable enough to very easily shatter concrete without taking a scratch. Frankly I bet it could beat back a proper metal sword and only take some nicks, though a true master would be able to cut through it easily im sure... But the average layman with just your standard training and experience would have a lot of trouble pulling that off especially in the heat of combat, so it can very easily double as a "shield" (though you'd definitely be better off with a buckler and shortsword if that's how you fight)

Next up- some display pieces!!

I really need to do a proper inventory of my armory and get quality photos of each individual piece.... But anyway!

In order, that's the buster sword (from final fantasy), ichigo's bankai (from bleach, don't @ me if I got that name wrong I can't remember what the swords are called at which stages it's been years since I watched it), and the Tetsaiga (from inuyasha)!

(.... Don't @ me if I spelled Tetsaiga wrong too I'm doin my best)

The buster sword was my first ever sword I got with my own money- from a renn fair almost fuckin... 20 years ago now jesus. I didn't know it was a buster sword at the time, I just saw "ooo sword bigger than I am I want it" and bought it! Painted it myself.

The handle snapped off at some point and I found a friend's blowdart tube, he said he didn't want it, so I snapped that in half and shoved it into the slot where the swords handle used to be. Wrapped it in a ton of tape, spray painted it black, I think glue got put in at some stage, and bam, you can barely tell it ever broke! hehe

(yes you can but to be fair I was 15 when I fixed it. Was like 7 when I bought it. Or something.)

The bankai there is much newer, got it at a convention in 2020 about a month before the pandemic started; it's made of mostly particle board and kinda feels a little flimsy in places but it's REALLY sturdy when wielded and the paint work on it is phenomenal!! I need to get it some kind of hook to hang out on the wall with.... Same with a lot of these, hehe~

The Tetsaiga is similar to the buster sword- I got it at the same renn fair, though about 5 or 6 years later (before the buster sword broke) and it came fully painted like that <3 it's a REAL hunk of fuckin wood, not meant for combat but against another wooden weapon it'll hold it's own. I don't think you can tell in that picture but there's a ton of bumps and bruises on the edge of it from where I've swung it against other swords 👀 thing is fuckin.... HEAVY

(... Just like in canon! :3)

This is another display sword- foam, chainsaw blade, from Warhammer 40k! Got it on Amazon for like 30-40 bucks!

And let me tell you, this thing.... FUCKS.

This is like. The most well balanced sword in my entire collection somehow, it's sturdy as hell for a foam weapon, even with those little chainsaw protrusions; and my god does it feel good to swing. The plastic encasing the foam or whatever the material is (some kind of hardened paint? I'm not sure) is amazing, it's held up for years and years of abuse and mistreatment and my god I don't know how this thing is so good. For so fucking cheap? I feel like I ripped somebody off. I probably did. But goddamn is this sword cool as fuck.

Double picture feature here; this is my best wooden practice sword. By far one of the sturdiest things I own, only outclassed by the concrete breaker at the top, the full-body picture was taken before I put that sticker on it. Sorry I know it's a video I have a gif somewhere but I forgot to categorize it in my weapons album-

Anyway!! This thing is my most used, cuz it's sturdy enough for real combat but light enough that I can use it against most other wooden weapons without damaging either it or the other one; and it can be used by and against those with a little less upper body strength than me (not a dig at anyone, I'm fucking... Really really strong. Like almost too strong. And the concrete breaker is fucking heavy pfff)

I got it at, again, that same Renaissance fair, from a shop who's name I can't remember but will try to find later! Their claim to fame is that their wooden weapons will never break against another wooden weapon. And let me tell you, I fucking believe it.

Another from that same renn fair, same wooden weapon shop! A war pick! It's so fucking satisfying to hold and swing, so nicely balanced and feels so wonderfully intimidating. I really hope that shop has a spot in the Minnesota fair cuz I moved and I really want more of their stuff. This one doesn't get much use sadly, by its nature its hard to use in sparring against someone without a shield or who's any level of inexperienced...

I think I'm running out of images so I'll try and do some group ones-

This is I think my favorite picture of my swords to date, I fucking loved that rack I wish it didn't break (it was really cheap) but it was so worth it while I had it.

On the top is a metal keyblade- really unwieldy honestly but cool as fuck on display; you'd realistically be better off swingin a crowbar at someone at that point and at least it wouldn't have the weird spinning handle guard but then where's your fuckin flair? Your audacity? The GAY ASS CHARISMA?? It's a poor replica of.... Uh.... Fuck, I can never remember the name, oath breaker? Maybe. Someone will know. @catgirlarson was the first person to ever name it correctly instantly and that includes me.

Below it is another concrete breaker plastic polymer- though it's not nearly as thick and bulky as the longsword, it's a much lighter one so while it won't take a scratch from being struck against concrete you'd have to put some serious force and get just the right angles to actually break any hehe

Below THAT is another, same material, little less light- it's a scimitar of the stuff, bit easier to break concrete with but light enough to be used in sparring against, say, the katana from the earlier picture! That one I really like for easy home defense, it's my metal baseball bat beside my bed; real light real sturdy really intimidating to see a giant naked woman rushing you with a fucking sword swinging fast as shit :3 I can be very scary, hehe~

4th down is wood, painted black- it's a proper practice sword for kendo, matched with that bamboo one on the bottom (though it's heavier than the bamboo and thus a little harder to get control with)

The bamboo one is really really fucking good for beginners, light and easy and really fucking satisfying to hit with, makes a nice whap sound without actually causing much real damage unless you're really trying to hurt someone

Between the two are 3 foam swords, two display one combat-the green one is just a nerf sword but it feels really good in the hands and its nice and light and fits well on the rack

The silver one is an Excalibur replica from Fate- so is the bigger one beside it, and while I gave away the smaller one in the rack, i still have that big one to this day! It was a gift from my ex, @applebottom-aobooty - he got it for my birthday I think and it's still top 3 of my favorite swords. The tip of it came off but it's a clean break and I just have to glue it back on 😭 I can fix it I swear!! A little gorilla glue or superglue!! I obsessively make sure that tip doesn't get lost so I can eventually glue it back on, I just need to find time....

Anyway!!

That last display foam one, the black one, is obviously the Elucidator from Sword Art Online! The show is fine. It's not the best in the world but it's very enjoyable and I like it plenty. I ain't here for discourse I'm here for cool fuckin swords and SWORD ART online has some cool fuckin swords. Its also super super sturdy. Really nice to swing and very lovely.

.... Gonna give a few honorable mentions before I leave off this post here-

Rainbow metal energy sword from halo, rainbow metal brass knuckles, and hand tooled leather gauntlets feat. @applebottom-aobooty 's cat Captain jack.

The energy sword is horrible for actual use but FUCK it looks so cool!! I need to hang it....

Brass knuckles- not a sword, technically, but I carried those all the time. I still have em. They're so fucking nice. Fit real well and could do some SERIOUS damage.

The gauntlets also not a sword, but fuck they're so nice and make for amazing guards. Expensive as hell, 300$, same renn fair, but I love them so dearly.

................ty for reading. whoever you are getting to this point I love you and also specifically Cara ty for asking about my swords >//////<

#swordposting #someone asked about my swords!!! I love swords #a-also for context L... L-lulu is. Um. U-uh....#.......n-nickname that melts me so fucking fast. anyway. U-um. C-cheating to make it pink.........

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java-dragon · 6 months

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Bookbinding for beginners by a beginner.... [Inhales slowly] PART 6

[sits quietly while contemplating life's choices about typing all this out] I could have just said "Hit these links and go watch these guys" but no.... I had to go the extra mile...

Alright Sailor... get up keep going... Come on y'all we're getting towards the home stretch finally.

Alright I'll pick up a bit more from my last post. I didn't put end pages down. Well. Here we go

Whatcha wanna do- raid your craft store, the nice fancy paper that scrap bookers use??? That's the shit. Pick out whatever you'd like for your end papers, try not to get anything too thick (cardstock thickness). There is also proper end pages TALAS and Hollanders is a good resource for proper end pages if you'd like.

So what you're going to do is take your chosen end paper and fold it in half like you were making any other page for your bind. You're going to measure your awaiting fic, height and width plus 2mm (or a 1/4 inch) not much for the width. Trim to size.

Shift the mull that's been chilling hanging foot loose and fancy free and ease it up and over, measure the 2mm/1/4 inch and mark it on the paper and dab the glue on the edge along the mull and along the line- try and get a thin line and ease the two together, put some wax paper between the last page you glued the end pages to and in between the end pages.

I glue the mull down over the end back of the end paper Is it right? Not a clue.

I was racing to get this photo so I could get the wax paper back on otherwise it just looks like everything is frosted over.

since we're using a gross amount of wax paper feel free to flip the block over and do the other side the same manner and just put something mildly heavy on it or put it back in your book press.

Now?

We got a case to build.

Take out your glue, Davy Board, and card stock. Measure your cover- height, and width of front and back cover, and the width of the spine. Write it down somewhere or on the Davy board itself.

rough measurements it's good to be slightly larger than your finished text block than smaller.

Measure it out give yourself an extra half inch of space so you have good "hang" on your book on all sides. You can always trim this later. You will also need your text block to test fit everything.

This.... this is how far I've gotten on my journey bookbinding. So we will be finishing a book bind together.

Cut out your covers and measure out your spine. Always use the "Measure twice cut once" method, I use and abuse a rotary cutter. I need to change the blade that's why some of my lines aren't as crisp as they could be.

Now you're going to grab your glue, and a silicone or glue brush, and some sort of wax paper lay it down on your cutting mat or your work surface this WILL get messy. Also grab your bone folder. We need this to be CRISP... wait hang on I can do this better

There we go.

Now you need to figure out how you'd like your book to fold out. how big of a 'swing' I suppose for your book. I like 10mm most binders like 7mm. this can be DIY'd but if you'd rather just buy it do it. So take your card stock and measure out a good 3-5 inches depending on your comfort level I usually shoot for 4 inches. Glue the spine down to the center of the card stock and take your guide and just... nudge it around a little while the glue is still damp.

Great now... flip her over so the freshly glued side is down. Take your bone folder and outline the edge of the spine.

Make sure you have your wax paper DOWN at this stage.

Take your measuring guide and place it down to the crease you just made, where the cardstock is exposed? Lay some glue down and spread it out, and spread it around.

Take a few minutes and let the glue set for a bit, then flip it over AGAIN so the spine is facing you and run your bone folder along the edge of the cover.

don't be alarmed if the glue squishes out. It will dry clear and it will be covered up later anyway.

Allow it to set for a few minutes and then gently fold everything so it makes a book shape.

You now have a cover ready and waiting for book cloth, but take a break let the glue cure. Have a snack.

Once that's done go around and test fit your text block. If you have any hardcover books laying around that are mass produced I'd study those to see how the textblock rests. Trim off little bits at a time.

There are a few ways to go about Book Cloth. You can buy it. If you got the budget for it. DO IT.

Here's an Amazon Link , Here's Hollander's , TALAS , and Blick

For those that want more options or are like me that went "well let me learn a thing" you will need:

Tissue paper pick your colour it doesn't matter, the tissue paper is to give the fabric structure so we can make it stay on the Davy Board.

Heat n Bond Lite Sewable

And some sort of fabric, hit up Joannes or your local fabric store and pick some fat quarters ( a 1/4 yard and a bit).

And in iron, borrow your neighbors if you want too, ask your grandmother's if hers still works. Mine appeared one day. I think it tried and failed to hold me hostage. I don't remember. Plus and Ironing Board... mine has always been here... and will likely remain long after I leave. I call it Squeaky... Anyway!

Cut everything an inch larger than you need we can trim stuff later. Better to be a bit over rather than under.

Measure your case length and width and cut that out of the fabric, the heat and bond, and the tissue paper.

Iron out the wrinkles in your fabric and if there is a pattern- lay the pattern with the deepest colour down with the dull side up (or whatever side you like best). Or if it's a solid colour... just flop it down. Take your heat and bond put the textured side down against the fabric. The textured side is the glue, don't get that on your iron- paper side UP towards you. General rule of thumb- shiny down, matte up.

Iron according to the directions. Let cool and peel the paper up, put the tissue paper down atop of that, and flip it over to where the fabric is pointing towards you. Tissue paper is delicate, the fabric can take the heat better than the tissue paper. Iron. Let cool, and behold, your book cloth.

If you bought book cloth I just made you read that just cause.

See you next post. We're getting near the end y'all.

#book binding #fan binding #bookbinding for beginners by a beginner #how to #DIY #books #fan fics

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thesoulesscollection · 1 year

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(Request) Werewolves

Request: Can you do Panprice request? If so I have one with Halloween coming up and everything. Human!Dave x Werewolf! Rupert romance

Heya, hope you all are doing wonderfully well. Originally I wanted to post this on Halloween y'know for the theme purposes but well, I got busy with stuff like work among other things, and I procrastinated heavily so I apologize for that one.

"... R-Rupy…?"

As a measly human man who always seems to be racked in illness, no meat to his brittle bones with only the worn clothes on his back, Dave knew he wasn't a threat in any means. On the other hand what's a true danger is the bulky werewolf with untamed black fur, and piercing yellow eyes staring him down. Unadulterated terror glues him to his spot, although there's another reason why his body refused to leave, and his mind to be consumed completely.

"Hey… Good doggie…" He stutters, voice weak when hesitantly dragging his fingers through the tangled fluff. "... You're so big… A-and strong"

Slitted pupils thins, sharp canines on full display where hot, heavy breaths quickly dampens Dave's thin neck, making him stumble forward, hands shakily gripping onto the wolf's shoulders. Gravely growls echoed in the area, bouncing off the trees as he gulped the vomit down his tensing throat.

"Y-you. You've been in so many fights, haven't you?" Tilting his head, curiosity won him over for just a moment, Dave noticed the faded scars littered across the irritated flesh, patchy fluff did nothing to cover anything up.

Werewolves and the supernatural are dangerous beings

"Many thanks to me. You always promised to protect me. Now you're like this and I can't do a thing about it"

Terribly worried to the point of sickness, Dave anxiously steps back, keeping a safe, well respected distance between them. Once seeking knowledge to fulfill morbid curiosity turned to fear, the beast, once his best friend, was a good seven and a half feet tall aligned with sharper features. An odd combination of what it was like to be human and animal. From the head to the torso, tapering off at the forearms and thighs was covered with an overabundance in choppy fur where the rest remained starkly human. Returning his startled gaze to the face, it's uncanny, eerily, how his friend's facial features are greatly stretched, similar to moldable putty, to resemble a mutt's own. Yet somehow he knew humanity is intact, maybe a bit lost.

"I don't know what to say here? Or do. I never thought I'd see something like this in person. Other then the warning tales my parents used to tell me as a child"

His parents would be having a horrible fit if they saw him even interacting with such a deadly creature, one that could shred him into thin confetti and likely eat his bloody remains. Though this is a friend, genuinely the only person he considers himself close to, he wasn't going to put the other's life in possible jeopardy for what people may try to say. So gathering up the strength Dave stiffly makes his way over again. Deep in the creature's garbled mind, under all the furr, has to be his best friend fighting to return. No longer afraid, at least shoving the feelings in his gut he forces himself into looking up, what he saw back is comforting familiarity.

"You're in there, aren't you, Rupert? I. I don't know how to handle this… How to get you back to me" Once more, he leans towards the beast, his partner held in this rugged wild appearance, "There's got to be a way I can help you? I hate feeling useless where I can't help you"

Finally the beast, his dear Rupert, decided to take the initiative this time, and buried their snout into his neck. Carefully clawed hands held his hips, soft enough as to not hurt him. Teeth grazing across his cold skin, not daring to bite him, only marked as a silent warning. Dave didn't resist instead leaned into the touch, succumbing to the fur and the musky scent. Exhaling, he felt a bit better, safe, and oblivious in the wolf's constant shifting. Then Dave felt a different form limply pressed against him, smaller, more human than beast, and a smoother voice gently reassures him.

"... You've done plenty. You here with me helps wonders…" Dave is relieved, seeing his partner returned back to normal albeit tired, he immediately hugs his partner.

#Requests Are Open #Requested Fic #Thsc Fic #Thsc One Shot #Panprice #Rupert Price #Dave Panpa #Henry Stickmin Collection #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Werewolf Rupert #Human Dave #Thsc Au #Henry Stickmin Au #Thsc Rupert #Thsc Dave

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limbusabnormalitycodex · 10 months

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So That No One Will Cry

Obs. Level I Well... It's a creepy-looking wood block. It's got blood all over... and papers, too. They weren't common, but I did see things like this in the Backstreets from time to time. What were they about, curses...? It was funny to me that some scallies actually believed that tosh... Gah, I guess it wasn't a total load of bollocks, seeing that thing with my eyes. That chop of wood, that thing moves. Could have sworn it was stiff as wood when we saw it in mirror dungeons or whatever, like props for a horror film. The attacks aren't much, but when you see a solid block of wood like that... fly at you at the speed it does, it does scare you a bit. Feels like one hit could crack a bone or two... Well, I'm not about to sit down and let it hit me.

Obs. Level II Cor, why is it so bloody sticky... (A substance that seems to be yellow glue are smudged around this part.) I bet this bugger would've posted flyers in the Backstreets for a living if it were a human... doing nothing but that for years, I guarantee you. It put several talismans over my body before I could notice. Dammit... Not sure if it was those creepy pieces of paper pissing me off, but it felt a bit like the bat was working better. Whatever it was, it didn't feel like a bad thing. Oh, and the talismans on its body moved to my bat, too. Don't know how it works, but... I guess they wrapped around it. Anyway, this thing bugs me more the more I hit it. Some kinds of stress you gotta relieve by beating things, but this doesn't help. > That's something only a thug would say. You really are crude. >...Huh? How's he holding off his anger when that comment's right up there? >Faust deliberately prevented him from looking at this. It would have been a waste to fill the space with useless information. >That's our wise bud. >By the way... I think I felt myself feeling stronger with more talismans on me, too. Even if they didn't annoy me or make me feel anything. >In that case... The talismans themselves might have some kind of effect. What if we tried attaching a lot of them on purpose?

Obs. Level III Damn it, why are you telling me to write this separately? I could just keep writing where I was, you know... What's with the special treatment? It's narking me. Forget it, I feel great turning that wood block into a pile of firewood, so I'll let it slide this time. We tried getting a bunch of talismans on us like one of us suggested... but too many talismans actually weighed us down. It's weirdly tiring like some others said. Instead... That wood block sometimes puts up its guard instead of attacking, you see...? The little lad swung his halberd right then, and the talismans on that weapon got pulled into the wood block. Then it turned purple... Heh, that's when I got it. It couldn't do anything as we kept putting the papers on it, so we turned it into regular firewood. >Correction: the Abnormality returned to its ovate form. No experimental activities such as it actually turning into a pile of firewood or being lit on fire took place.

"......." As if possessed, the Sinners began to walk towards the wooden doll. It was like they had forgotten they were fighting just moments ago. And they started removing the talismans entangled onto their bodies. Just what could be going on?

Check Passed [Sinner] gathered the detached talismans and stood before the wooden doll. It seems to be gazing silently. Or, maybe it was just the Sinner's conscience making it seem that way. The eagerness to return the talismans to where they were. [Sinner] extended their arm to hand over the stack of talismans... As if drawn by a magnet, the talismans flew towards the doll. "So that no one will cry..." After muttering the phrase, [Sinner] came back to their position.

[So That No One Will Cry] gains 5 Reattached Curse Talisman

[Sinner] gains 2 Haste next turn

Check Failed

[Sinner] gathered the detached talismans and stood before the wooden doll. "......." It creaked a little, then stretched a hand at [Sinner]. Thinking it's to retrieve the talismans, [Sinner] handed over the stack "Ah!" The wooden hand changed trajectory and touched the sinner's body. In that moment, all the talismans on [Sinner] began writhing before melting into sticky blood... That doesn't bode well, does it?

All Entangled Curse Talisman removed from [Sinner]

#canto iv the unchanging #so that no one will cry

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thenarryparable · 1 year

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Fuck you.

Rosie Lore rn.

Their name is actually Nathaniel. They are a trans guy like I am but they have a binder. They're like...idk they have a young face but have lived for a while. Like a vampire...I SHOULD MAKE THEM A VAMPIRE HOLY SHIT but they won't feast on people they just drink plasma juice boxes.

They have curly dirty blonde hair with some grey streaks, glasses and some freckles everywhere also light brown eyes and baby fangs.

They are pale as fuck as well and haha short skin and bones man haha. (yeah he don't eat to good. HAHA SAME *eats glue and paper*)

They usually wear baggy sweaters with something under it if they aren't feeling insecure that day and some jeans and have a bag of stuff or a duck stuffie with them but if they are really not doing well they'll probably be wearing dark colored pajamas...also have a sun necklace.

They HAVE DDLC SOCKS I AM JEALOUS.

Also they have bracelets with peoples names on them. For now they only have one with rainbow beads and white flowers which is sad djssnsjeisn

they have depression and anxiety and yeah all of my dumb problems.

ALSO THE THING WITH ROSES. THEY HAVE ONE IN THEIR HAIR SOMETIMES BUT ALSO...they just spawn roses out of their hands and sometimes other flowers but that's only if they secretly love someone or something.

They can also have vines come out of their hands and it's sentient. It'll hiss and smack people and wrap around them and rosie.

Also actual lore coming soon I guess. Idk. Sorry.

#Rosie Lore lmao #Im so dumb I'm sorry djsksbsjs #rose anon!!!#YEAH THEIR NAME IS MY NAME!!! MY NAME-

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i feel like the reason why mike is so hated by the fandom is that the writers ideolize him a lot and then just don't write him to meet those expectations.

like he's supposed to be the heart, the glue, the hero. and then they make him ignore his friends for eight months. like. what the fuck is up with that??? do they expect me to belive that???

like his behaviour could be explained by all the trauma he's gotten that lead to behavioural issues or something but even that wasn't acknowledged or put as a possibility so far.

and apologising wouldnt really do anything because every single one of his apologies lead to little to nothing changing.

and it makes me so mad because like the way his character is portrayed in earlier seasons and what his friends think of him doesn't really align with that yk? and everyone just hates my protegee mike wheeler because the writers did him dirty.

i feel like he's to worried abt el. which makes sense. all the sense in the world and im not saying he shouldn't. but make him worry abt the rest of his friends out loud too??? especially will??? most of his interactions with people who were not el were just sending will deeper into the friendzone and treating him kinda badly after apologising to him for doing exactly that and it's like. no. he wouldnt do that. wtf.

if i can get past everything wrong that happened in vol2 then i like it. i like it a lot. but seriously????

(i am not blaming this on mike, im blaming this on the writers if that wasn't clear)

I really liked vol 2 but I do have some bones to pick and this is one of them!

Mike gets a lot of flack because he's too complicated an individual to be an immediate fan favourite, the way El is for example. Not to say that she isn't also a complex character, because she DEFINITELY is, just in different ways. A lot of his motivations aren't clear (as opposed to El, whose motivations ARE clear and easy to understand. They have to be because the story doesn't move forward without her) and I don't know if that's because the writers are bad at writing him or if it's on purpose and it's Mike himself who doesn't actually even recognize what's going on with him.

I do think this is a symptom of plot-driven storytelling rather than character-driven. There's so much going on in the plot that they don't have the time to get into each character in depth. What ends up happening is that the characters are used to further the plot instead of the plot happening because of character actions. It starts to cheapen some characters and they become flat (a flat character is a character with little to no complex emotions, motivations, or personality. They also don't undergo any kind of change to make them more well-rounded). I think that's what's starting to happen to Mike and it SUCKS because I love him so much he's great!! They just made him so difficult to understand and then he doesn't have enough screentime to fully be developed (again because there is so much going on in the plot that this just isn't possible). And I get it because he's not the main, but in that case could they make the shorter screentime he has more meaningful?

He definitely does have trauma because they all do. There's no way you can come away from all the shit they've been through unscathed! I've said this on this page before, Mike has seen so much shit and literally nobody ever asked him how he felt about it. Tbh he probably wouldn't even answer completely because when does Mike ever talk about his feelings, but still. A LOT of the way he is is completely reasonable for someone his age who's been through the shit he's been through. People are difficult sometimes. He's also been bullied basically his whole life and I'll tell y'all right now that shit takes a toll on you. I'm 22 and I still struggle with certain things because I spent my whole childhood being bullied too. The writers are just choosing not to address any of it when it's not relevant to the plot because- you guessed it- plot-driven storytelling does that. All the other things that need to happen in the limit of 9 episodes make showing each character's struggles impossible, and since Mike isn't central to the plot (like El always is, and like how Max was this season) he doesn't get to have any of his problems really delved into. The only thing that gave a little insight to his psyche was the Lois Lane bit, but I could write a whole other post about that. I probably will at some point 🤷🏻‍♀️

But you're right when you say he was TOO worried about El and nothing else. He absolutely should have been worried about her and it makes total sense that he was because she's his girlfriend and he's in love with her, but there are other people he cares about too. The only time he really showed that was in episode 4 when the agents were explaining what happened and he said, "My family lives in Hawkins!" Nothing after that, about his family or his friends.

I think Mike as a person definitely was thinking about everybody else, they just didn't show it because that wasn't relevant to the point of his character this season. The whole point of Mike's character this time around was literally just to help El fight Vecna and make Will sadder, lmao. I was waiting for that moment where he usually snaps into action and starts leading everybody into battle with some deranged ass plan! Left me disappointed because it didn't really happen. The Cali crew going to Suzie was like a watered down version of that. I loved the Mileven moments season 4 gave us, but it's still a total disservice to him because people are more than their relationships, but there's that plot-driven storytelling again. Mike IS the heart, he IS the glue, you can tell by the small things his friends say about him or the way they react to him. He just doesn't look like it anymore because the writers don't have the time to show it since they're so busy doing everything else.

Another thing is also that the majority of people who watch this show aren't sitting here analyzing everything. Even if you are a fan, you don't typically think super in depth about characters that aren't your fave (I don't anyway. The only characters I really really think about a lot are Mike, El, and Max). What that can lead to is taking characters at face value instead of thinking about what their reasons for doing/saying a certain thing might be. It makes sense why people are annoyed by/dislike him, though, because he does make a ton of mistakes and he never gets a chance to explain himself properly because the writers don’t give him one :/ Everything is nuanced, people aren't black and white. And it's fine really because this is a tv show and these people are fictional but it does say something about how we react to others around us. Cancel culture is an insidious thing and I think that has a little bit to do with why so many people don't like Mike.

As usual y'all this is me rambling completely unedited so forgive me if it's incoherent LMAO

Thanks for this! Mike Wheeler will be my baby forever even if the writers keep doing him dirty 🥰 that's what my fanfictions are for

#brainzz #ask #answered #stranger things #mike wheeler #urdearestmom

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gumdrop-the-wolf · 2 years

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...I may or may not've designed another ship child (Made with Picrew because my tablet I use for drawing is all sorts of fked up-: https://picrew.me/image_maker/1251926 )

Here's some info cuz gotta have something else added to this post

Glue

•They aren't a child to any particular ship, but their "parent" is Ink!Sans (Owned by Comyet)

•Yes, the thing covering their eye is glue, it almost never dries but if it does it's not terribly hard to un-dry, and yes you can wash off the glue but it comes back after awhile

•Uses any pronouns

•Don't touch his horns without permission

•His scarf flows

•His body is actually slightly sticky

•They don't have too many abilities, they can summon bone attacks (no Gaster Blasters), they can teleport and heal, and yes he can stick stuff together easily

•Hobbies: Bug catching, crafts, almost anything involving nature

•Likes: Animals, creepy crawlies, and games (video games, board games, doesn't really matter-)

•Dislikes: Anything that's sudden (surprises, loud noises, etc.), his horns being touched without permission, the glue over his eye drying up

So uh- ye- normal rules, feel free to take inspiration, feel free to roleplay with them without asking, same applies to fan art and AUs involving the character (though please @ me- I would love to see! ^^ [if not at least put my name to credit me])

#undertale au #undertale ship child #undertale #ink sans #glue #idk what to tag help #yeah idk #idk what im doing

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random-blurbs-and-tales · 10 months

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When I was young, I believed that snakes migrated for the winter. No, not believed. Knew. It was a feeling in my tiny bones. When the snow started falling and the ground became too hard and cold for their thin bodies, I imagined them lifting into the warm air (because heat rises, my teacher said so) and soaring somewhere warmer. To the West! No, not the South you silly, birds went South. My snakes soared West, where the tv told me cowboys rode across vast deserts and the beaches were open year-round. The snakes would want to go there, yessir, and why would they ever come back? I loved to imagine myself soaring West with them, when the cold started biting through my woolen socks, and wondered what was so great about the East to draw them back. Maybe they wanted to visit me. I loved them for that. I remember my mom once caught me in my imagining, staring out the kitchen window up at the heavy snowclouds; I told her of the snakes. She shook her head at me. "Silly, snakes don't fly West for the winter," she chuckled. "Then where do they go?" "They bury themselves in the dirt, to stay warm." "How? With what arms??" "Well, how do they fly without wings?" She pushed back her chair and walked off, muttering about silly children with their silly ideas. I remember sitting longer at the table, pondering this new thought. Well, if they couldn't fly without wings, then surely they would slither West! Snakes are fast, yessir, I'd seen them slip away like lightning, even when I tried to be real sneaky quiet trying to snatch a touch of their scales. Yup, surely they were so fast, they simply caught the wind and slither-sailed West. I remember giving a confident nod, before running to see where my mother had gone.

Snow fell, migrations passed, and the snakes gently floated out of my head. They were replaced by pencils, paint, and dragons. A dependable evolution of interests, to be sure. For what are flying snakes but simple dragons? And while my head remained full of creative musings and wild ideas, they were more likely to end up on the paper rather than remaining where they started. To the great ecstasy of my mother. I remember coming home from school once, cradling a precious bundle wrapped in bubble wrap and taped construction paper. You'd think it was a baby, the way I took care, and surely enough I'd named it George. I took George immediately to my mother. "Mother look! Careful now, please unwrap it slowly. I worked really hard on it." The bubble wrap unfolded to reveal a little creature, paint mottled and clay feathers smeared in hot glue, awash in my pride and my love. I remember looking into her face, hoping to find that same love reflected there. She was stone. "Its . . . a dragon," she said flatly, not glancing up. "Yeah . . . isn't he cute?" She was silent. "I carved each and every scale and feather. . . do you like him?" I remember it felt like an hour passed before she finally sat back and sighed. She wouldn't look at me. "All you ever do is dragons. They all look the same, I guess." "What? No-" "Maybe you should try drawing some people? Or I don't know. . . something more grounded. No more fantasy, you know?" "What about that still life last week? That wasn't as fun, bu-" "Yes you could do more of those. Less childish things. You aren't nine." I remember taking George back stiffly, holding him away as if he were radioactive, and retreating to my room. My eyes stung as I sat watching him, willing him to go back to the little creature I loved unconditionally ten minutes ago. Now I only saw the mottled paint. The hot glue. I remember finally stuffing George in the back of a closet. I wonder if he's still there.

So many art classes, so much paint, and exploration into new mediums as I became more confident. It's no surprise animation caught my eye; my drawings and characters, come to life? A chance to tell the stories that filled my head? I was smitten. Others were not. I remember picking the movie on family movie nights, and the battle I would always lose: "I don't want to watch a kid's movie." "Animation is not just for kids, mother. I really think you'll like the story in this one-" "No! I don't want any annoying singing or stupid childish fantasy. We're watching a real movie." She started to pick out a live action. I seethed. I couldn't just let it go. "Mother, you realize that I'll be making those 'childish' movies, right? Are you not going to watch anything I make?" "Don't make childish movies, and I'll watch them." I couldn't. I snapped. "I'll be able to make whatever I want once I move to California. Then you'll never have to see anything of my art again." I remember storming to my room, door slam drowning out any other stupid thing she had to say. I don't believe I heard her watching a movie that night.

The snakes were gone from my head, gone West with my college applications. I wanted fervently to learn in California, the thriving capital of animation; to be mentored by the best and the greatest. To have my stories soar. Then a letter arrived. I remember walking up to my mother, letter in hand. It would prove me to her, it would show her. She was wrong. So I remember being confused when my voice came out shaky. "Mother, I got accepted." "What?" She opened the letter; I saw her eyes freeze on one word. "California?" "Yes, and look," I jabbed the paper, "look at all those scholarships." "But. . . California? That's, so far away." "It's where animation is made, Mom." I was exasperated, but her face. . . I could've sworn there were tears in her eyes. "There's New York. . . you could study in New York?" "No, Mom." I remember her looking back down at the paper again, not really reading, but I imagine trying to steel herself. "That's so far away." I remember a tear suddenly sliding down my cheek, taking me by surprise. I heard her whisper, "My baby's moving so far away." She leaned forward; I caught her. "Not forever, Mom. I'm not a child anymore, you tell me that all the time." "You'll always be my baby. But I'm proud of you." "Really?" I pulled back and look at her, feeling the fire ignite again. "But you don't like my dragons. You think animation is for children." "I'm just trying to push you to be better. I've always loved your art." "That's a dumb way to push people, Mom." But I hugged her closer.

I sit here now, staring out the window of a Boeing 747 and thinking of a different window I used to stare out of. It's ironic, really, how my journey has landed me here. For, as my plane hits cruising altitude among the snowheavy clouds, I start to remember something that I used to believe. No, not really believed. Knew. A dark line, wriggling and stirring up fluffs of thick white cloud, rises outside the window. I press my face to the glass. More lines appear, hundreds, squirming and soaring, rainbows of muddy colors. So thin, you could only see them if you were with them in the clouds.

#writing #creativewriting #creative writing #snakes #journies #animation #art

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madchild-dennis · 1 year

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Now Episode 4:

You know if they didn't push them so hard, they would be the glue that help make that monarch relevant. But they pushed and pushed till they pushed them out. (Their loss). Now watch God push them out too 🤣🤣

Awww I'm glad she was happy and calm

I definitely remember watching the wedding and the guests arrive. Oh yea I was surprised there was a black pastor. It definitely felt more spicy and less bland.

Oh YEA THE GOSPEL CHOIR!!!

I definitely space out after they reach the alter until the pastor, and the Gospel CHOIR of course.

Oh wait I think I didn't watch ALL of it just the walks and guests and and the highlights. Timezone difference I guess. But I think I'd be working. To can catch it.

Yea MEGHAN was PERFECT for tha family in EVERY WAY! She was what would make them relevant. But SIGH!!!!

Oh my heart. I didn't know about that fire. Especially knowing the fact that there were complaints ignored that caused so many lives lost and lives displaced. Sigh. 😢😣

Oh sounds VERY FAMILIAR!!!

They are threatened so they try to box you in or make you irrelevant. Did it with Diana who did NOT have a husband beside her to fight with and for her and now M but she has H. I wonder if that's where my parents GOT their rule book. No wait that sounds like if its not the royals who they got it from it must be the TRUE MASTERMIND (he isn't even a mastermind just a copy and paster and think it'll work again) behind it: THE DEVIL. The devil isn't even that smart to do something new when trying to whisper in these people ear about trying to take down someone. Like NOT ONE CREATIVE BONE 🙄😑

Bruh I remember when it happened an Di saw the articles and the ones showing the ridiculousness.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 bruh the DEVIL IS NOT EVEN CHANGE THE WORDING...They dubbed her the Antichrist or a version of it too? 🤣🤣🤣. The DEVIL is so NOT creative. Bruh and these people who let the Devil use them are SOOOOO CLUELESS. My gosh man.

Yea we saw it too.

😢☹️😟💔

I love Doria man 😢

Awww don't worry Harry we forgive you and you should too. I bet if they fought from inside then there would have been more problems.

I agree Harry. TAKE THEM THE FUCK ON!!! FIGHT THEM!!!

Nope they didn't care to stop it.

I wanna hear this, BECAUSE I REMEMBER hearing about a feud over and over again about the brothers and their wifes. Especially,

I want friends like that 🥲😢...sigh

Awww I remember the tabloids reveal she was in NYC for the baby shower. Sigh. Awww. They completely shattered such a beautiful thing.

Awww

Awww H looks so happy. About his baby boy.

Yes, normal people WAIT until the parents are READY. I remember reading articles commending it though. Because of health or how comfortable the mothers are or not are right after birth. But I also get it from in the ancient days. Because they wanted to SEE that the Monarch is still fine. That the new heirs were born healthy and the wife aren't lying to the King or the royals lying to the masses. You know how they were were like especially Edward VIII chopping off heads and fighting for the throne 🙄.

Oh yea I remember that 🙄🤦🏾‍♀️. Sigh.

Yesss he's HER baby.

Awww. The nanny seems so FUN.

Awww look at Archie

Awww I love the nanny.

He's so cute. Cute lil Archie.

*applause* ok Maya Angelou

Oh yea the first time we saw Archie in public.

Oh yea I remember this. The interview we all see it. And how relieved that someone was asking if she was ok. We all saw it in Canada 😢😭

Yea we saw it. #WELOVEYOUMEGHAN

I remember this.

Now with everything I feel it even more than just being a new mom. Because of EVERYTHING she was going through PLUS being a NEW mom. 😭😢

Yea tabloids were NOT speaking for us. The masses.

😅 I love the song/instrumental at the credits...YOU DON'T OWN ME!!!

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ranspuppyboy · 2 years

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more hand hcs bc i definitely (dont) have a hand kink - Brothers edition (part 1?)

IM STILL ALIVE (UN)FORTUNATELY AND IM BACK(?) ANYWAYS, HAND HCS BC I HAVE ISSUES

✿Rindou

BIG

VERY BIG AND LARGE

Let's be honest, he breaks bones for fun, they definitely aren't delicate

Very veiny

Kinda rough, but overall he takes good care of them

Ran insists on getting manicures to keep them pretty so he just goes with it

... He wears gloves most of the time pre-timeskip so it's probably sweaty

He probably doesn't wear rings often bc he fights a lot

Bonten Rin probably would wear more jewelry tho

Imagine his hand holding your neck A BIBLE

PLAY WITH HIS HANDS

JUST... SIT DOWN NEXT TO HIM AND START PLAYING WITH IT

He acts like he doesn't care but he loves it

✿Ran

I feel like his hands are a lot thinner than Rin's?

Not in a bad way, they're just thin and long

Also has some calluses from the baton (and just punching ppl in general)

Likes getting pampered so he often goes to get manicures (drags Rin along)

Don't be fooled, his hands are still very strong despite being thin

I also don't think he would wear a lot of things before? maybe a bracelet or a ring if they weren't gonna fight

Bonten Ran probably has a few rings and a watch tho

His hands are cold so he thinks it's funny to trail them along your sides / your back just to see your reactions

Cold hands, warm heart (lmao)

Plz warm up his hands

He will be a very happy man if you do

✿Souya (Angry)

BABY HANDS FOR MY BABY BOY 💙

Not particularly big or large, but they're still nice

He takes good care of them so they're pretty soft and nice

The responsible one (since Nahoya is too busy being a menace) so he wears a watch

Maybe a few cuts / burns from working at the restaurant / cooking at home

Ngl his hands probably smell like garlic or onions but it's not bad(?)

Since he liked cooking I feel like his hands would be pretty warm?

If he goes demon mode he probably gets more visible veins but otherwise very smooth hands

He gets shy if you hold his hand for too long

But if you try to pull away for any reason he'll just tighten his hold

Not letting you go anywhere

Keep holding his hand rn 🔪

Very good hands

Would definitely hold

100/10

✿Nahoya (Smiley)

THIS MF

I HATE HIM (lovingly)

Loves wearing rings when he's not working

about the same size as Souya's, but more visible veins

Bruised 24/7 from punching people

Souya always has bandages with him because of his brother

Probably has a few scars but nothing too bad or too noticeable

HIS HANDS ARE HOT

HUMAN HEATER

ITS FREEZING OUTSIDE HOW ARE YOUR HANDS STILL WARM???

Good luck holding his hands for too long

The amount of sweat

He doesn't mind it so he's not letting go

Another one who won't let go of your hand

You need to use it for anything? Too bad, he's stuck like glue

I'm so sorry if you're shy

if he sees someone hr knows on the street he will purposefully use the hand holding yours to wave just to "mark" you as his

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers nahoya #tokyo revengers souya #tokyo revengers ran #tokyo revengers rindou #nahoya headcanons #nahoya hcs #souya headcanons #ran headcanons #ran hcs #rindou headcanons #rindou hcs #souya hcs

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂!

izuku midoriya | tw!guns, single mom!reader, bouncer!izuku, domestic stuffs, tit sucking, mommy!calling ah, AND daddy!calling oh my, breeding kink, breaking the bed (futon). minors dni!

— 5.4k words

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?”

The alley is dark.

There's a disconcerting feeling as you step deeper into the quiet darkness,

You turn to look at the door you entered this dank place from, but it's just as dark and grimy as the walls. You're almost positive that if you rested a hand against them, it would return pitch black, and if you stood in one spot for more than five minutes, the sticky booze would glue your heels to the floor. You're surprised when it doesn't.

"Hand over your wallet and no one gets hurt, pretty lady."

He's a smarmy looking bastard and as thin as they come. It’s clear this isn’t something he does on the regular, the pointed gun quivering so much you worry a trembling might slip and pull the trigger. And you fucking freeze, blood running below zero and heart plummeting because why you?

And fuck, you’ve got a kid at home with a babysitter, and there are many outcomes to this situation, none of them too cute.

"I said hand it over," he grunts, pressing forwards. Your back hits the grimy brick wall as your eyes dart to the mouth of the alley, where life continues, where cars race past, but no one sees a damn thing. Fuck. Fuck.

And it's not like you have much—hell, you may be a mother, but you know how to party. You squeeze your eyes shut, grip tightening around your purse as you clumsily fumble through it and the man steps closer. You toss all you have to his feet. A fucking twenty. He raises an eyebrow before eyeing your watch. He lets out an unimpressed snort.

"That it?"

You nod, taking a shaky step back.

"Well, that ain't fuckin' enough."

There's a click and you're positive it's him turning off the safety. His face twists like he's about to shoot a bullseye, and you squeeze your eyes as tight as they can go.

Until the looming shadow of the stranger disappears, followed by a sound that's distinctly skin on skin. Er—skin on bone.

You don't watch the fight. Frankly, you don't want to, and you still get to hear your protector spew a litany of curses and disrespectful phrases that should really only come from someone's mother. You don't even open your eyes, still screwed shut with a vice grip around your purse and wallet.

"Um, excuse me Miss? Are you alright?"

Your protector's eyes are much bigger than you expect them to be—and green. You realize you remember seeing those eyes, hardened from across the club.

He's hesitant to touch you, hands rising and falling and rising again. Though you suppose a hug seems like it'd be a little abrasive, it also sounds like the exact kind of thing you need right now.

"U-Um, yeah I'm..." you start, before noticing your attackers body bloodied and wrapped like a pretzel on the ground. "...Fine..."

He sounds like he's going to pass out—he doesn't.

"We should um, we should get you home," As he speaks, the greenette shuffles you out of the alley and into the streetlamp light, blinking himself out of something before holding a meaty hand out of formality. "I'm Izuku by the way. Izuku Midoriya."

For such a big guy, Izuku seems rather timid, and yet, seeing him at the entrance with crossed arms in a black tee and a scowl in the club doesn't give you much insight into his personality. Which makes you wonder why he became the club's bouncer in the first place.

"Um, nice to meet you," you nod, trying to suppress the shake in your hands as you take his. "Y/N."

Izuku smiles at that, and even though you're a regular, you've never actually seen him beam on the job. "Cool! Cool, so...um, I don't really feel comfortable letting you walk home...alone..."

You nod—he panics as if you aren't already on board.

"'Cause it's like, a conscience thing, you know? Like, I really won't be able to sleep tonight otherwise," Izuku defends, shoving a clumsy hand in his green curls. "B-But if you don't feel comfortable with it, or something, that's totally fine! I know what you just experienced was horrible, and you probably do—"

"Izuku."

"Yeah?" He perks up. It seems as if the circuit his mind runs finally comes to a stop.

"I'd...feel more comfortable if you walked me home. Too."

Your innards ache at the stiffness in both your voice and figure, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he beams, standing ten feet taller, and you think—yeah. You'd feel much safer if he did.

"O-Okay! Cool!" He confirms a bit stiff himself, and then, in a smoother motion, holds his hand out to take. "Shall we?"

Your red palm claps over his, and you snort quietly, "We shall."

You two walk in a surprisingly comfortable silence for the beginning of the walk—you lead the way and he silently trails behind, glaring daggers at any passerby with lingering eyes as you march on, unknowing.

"So um, do you come to Club 777 often?"

Which is a question you know he knows the answer to, completely aware you almost come every Saturday. But you smile at his attempt to start a conversation anyways, hands tucking underneath your armpits in search of warmth.

"Yeah, sometimes. Just trying to get out and stuff. Y'know, away from the kid."

"I get that," he nods with a smile, before tugging at the hem of his hoodie. "Oh! Are you cold? Here—wait, let me."

He shucks it over your head and your positive it messes up your hair. But you find that you don't care much, especially in favor of the warmth that it provides.

And then, "You have a kid?"

"Yep," you say, tucking your fists into the jacket pockets. "A big two-year-old potato waits for me back home."

"Oh," Izuku chortles at your description before tucking his hands into his jean pockets too. Licking his lips, his eyes dart to the street, "I...assume your boyfriend watches him for the night? Or husband or whoever."

"Uhm, not quite," you chuckle towards your feet, though it's a touch acrid. Izuku picks up on it immediately.

"Oh I'm so sorr—I didn't kno—"

"It's fine, Izuku really—"

"I—but I shouldn't even be assuming what if you had a wife or girlfriend or—" he takes a second to gasp, and your eyes widen in fear that he'll choke, "—or if they're nonbinary or—"

"Izuku," you knock him on the shoulder and he finally shuts up. "It's fine. I get it all the time."

He falters, but at least he seems to relax. "Really?"

"Yes," you giggle behind a hand, and the greenette smiles at it.

"O-Okay, cool."

Flecks of gold swim in Izuku's green irises and you find yourself noticing them now, suppressing the urge to advance closer for a better look. You stare long enough to watch his smile relax into a comfortable line, but you snap out of it once he kicks a rock, the sound of the gravel skittering across the floor tugging you out of your reverie.

"I'm not very good with kids, y'know," he says as an afterthought. You snort.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean," he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "Like what am I supposed to feed it? French fries?"

"Toddlers aren't it's, Izu." You can't tell if he flushes from the nickname or from what you said, but either way, it's enough to prompt another laugh. "And maybe start with baby food?"

"Ah," Izuku nods, and you guide him in turning a corner. "That would make sense.

"It would."

By the time you stop in front of your red front door, it's almost three am. You figure you caught Izuku right after he got off work, if the cheesy All Might sweatshirt you're wearing is any evidence of that, but either way, he looks like he's about to fall flat on his face.

"You can stay for the night, if you want," you offer, albeit meekly, and Izuku lifts two hands with insistence.

"Oh! No no no please, I'm fine," he shakes his head so quickly his curls bounce in a flurry, and you genuinely worry he's going to pass out when he tries to blink himself awake. "Just...not used to staying up this late is all."

"Then stay," you offer with a shrug, and your orange porch light flickers. "It's the least I can do. I've got a bed and a futon, and I'm fine with sleeping on either."

"I..." Izuku's green eyes flicker towards your door before back to you, "I really shouldn't. I'm a stranger an—"

"And I'm offering."

Izuku's eyebrows fold with the dilemma, but you grab his hand with a tug and a smile, while your free one shoves the keys into the door. "C'mon. Let's get you some rest, yeah?"

You can't tell if Izuku blushes or if it's just the lighting, but either way, his chest inflates in protest before deflating in resignation.

"Okay."

With a smile, you turn the doorknob. Your door has always taken some shoulder to get open, so you don't hesitate in shoving your collarbone into the hardwood. Izuku cringes at the sight.

"Mama!"

Your hit in the legs first, nearly stumbling back with a quiet oof. You look down to see Max wrapped around your legs like you're a fucking jungle gym, grinning with two missing teeth and a bandaid over his nose.

It's three am.

"I'm done," your babysitter grunts. "He doesn't listen when I tell him to bathe, eat, anything—I fucking quit."

And with that, they slam the door behind them, house rattling under the pressure. You sigh. There goes another one. Fuck.

"Well that wasn't very nice," Izuku grumbles under his breath disapprovingly. You smile at the arms crossed over his chest until Max peeks around your legs to see...

"A new daddy?"

"I—no, baby," you fight the embarrassment (and the urge to say you fucking wish) by picking the little one up by his armpits, smiling when he thrusts his hands in the air and goes weee! After he's comfortably cradled in your arms, you say, "He's just staying the night."

"Like daddy did!" Max defends with a giggle before rushing the greenette with open arms. Izuku just looks at you with a shrug before kneeling to take a hug to the chest as Max chants, "New daddy! New daddy!"

And, well. There's no stopping him now.

You peel your heels off your cramping feet and sigh at the fucking freedom, toes uncurling from the scrunched position it feels like they've been holding the entire night. You curse under your breath when you realize since Max is awake you've got to put him to bed too, and honestly, if you knew this babysitter was going to be just as useless as the others, you would've just let Max run fucking free while you lived life for a few hours. Not like that outcome would be any better.

"Alright Maxie, c'mon."

You take him away from his celebration with the greenette and though he pouts, he allows his mother to gather him in her arms.

"Do you um, need help?"

You turn to see Izuku awkwardly shifting in the doorway from the request, hands behind his back with pursed lips. You shake your head.

"Oh no, it's fine. I just have to put him down really quickly and then I'll be—"

"Mama, I'm hungry. I want chicken nuggies." Max loops his arms around your neck and tugs so hard you worry about your bones. You shake your head with a sigh and a pout.

"It's too late for you to be up, bud. You can have chicken nuggies for lunch tomorrow. Sound like a plan?"

But goodness. In this state, it'll take hours for him to relax—and you still have to unfold the futon for Izuku.

Max whines and kicks his legs but doesn't say no, meaning he's not really that hungry, he just wants to stay awake. "But—but what if new daddy's gone in the morning like the last one?"

Fuck.

"Max," you sigh, giving him a light shake so his matching eyes look into you yours. You speak a little softer, "Izuku's not your new daddy, okay? He's a houseguest."

Max's face drops. "Not eve—"

"No, Maxie," you sigh, squeezing him on the shoulder. "Now let's go to bed, okay?"

"I can—I can put him down if you'd like! So you can get into something more comfortable and stuff. I mean, I've never worn a dress but sweats are so much better, you know? Or shorts, or...whatever you wear to sleep."

You understand the many points he's trying to get across, one being that's he's not a creep, just a nice guy, and you suppose you and Max can live in your "new daddy" fantasy for a little longer. Even if you know this one will be gone by morning.

"Um, okay yeah," you say, voice a little thin, before handing your child over to the greenette—who bounces into his arms excitedly. "I'll be back, then? His room is down the hall to the right. The one with the race car bed."

Izuku's eyes narrow as he processes your directions. "Down the hall to the right—okay! I'll just go take this little guy to bed, then."

"Okay, thank you," you nearly bow, because Izuku just saved both of you so much time and he doesn't even understand how. "Oh! And good luck."

"Good...luck?"

"Yep!" You say with a wink and a pat on the back before scooping your heels and booking it back to your bedroom with a cackle. Time to get out of this dress. Fucking finally.

You realize that being alone is much more unsettling when you've had a gun held to your head today.

Every little noise just seems off, like it could belong to something more than it actually does, even the silence; you find yourself shoving your head through your t-shirt abnormally fast, eyes blinking to take a survey of the room to ensure that you're alone. You are. It's fine.

And that's what you tell yourself when you close your eyes to run a wet rag over your face, and again with the dry one. All of a sudden, you don't like the way your bathroom window faces the open backyard nor do you like how dark it is outside. You don't like how big your bed looks, and goddammit, you haven't even gotten into it yet.

Pushing all uneasy thoughts aside, you stumble out of your bedroom with a fresh face and a new outfit, stilling in Max's doorway when the greenette doesn't notice you. Resting against the frame with crossed arms, you smile.

"I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am. You know, when I was a kid I—oh, he's asleep."

Izuku tucks the snoring boy in his lap under the covers with a gentle grin, pulling them underneath his chin. The greenette takes a second, watches Max's chest rise and fall a few times, before ruffling the tuft of hair on his head with a snort, and walking away.

You don't even think Izuku sees you until he practically sashays out the door, winking, "Good luck, huh?"

To say you go red in the face from that is an understatement.

"How do you do this?"

"Do what?" You ask as you pulling the futon in your living room forwards. Izuku yawns before gesturing to the clock with a shake of his head.

"Take care of a kid, and work, and go to a bar every Saturday evening? It's four am, and something tells me you've been up for a while. I'm practically dead and I wake up at one pm every day!"

You chuckle at that, jumping on the bed with your hands and knees to ensure its lays flat...and ensure that it won't make an Izuku sandwich at seven in the morning. "You build up stamina after a while, I guess."

"No shit," he gestures to you as you utilize the entire length of your body to put the sheets on the mattress. He would help, but you told him no, insisting that he'd only make this take longer. "Are you sure you do—"

"Nope," you huff, clapping your hands together. "I'm done."

Izuku blinks at the made bed, to you, to the made bed again, and then back to you with wide eyes.

"Mommy magic."

"I—" you blink towards the ceiling to see if that even makes sense, but you figure fuck it, it's four am, with a snort. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to call it."

In reality, you feel like you're about to pass out.

"Um, so I don't really have pj pants and I don't think you'll have any that'll fit, so..."

"Yeah no, I definitely burned all the shit my ex left—"

"Aha okay, cool, um, so just boxers...are fine...?"

He looks down at his black jeans and back to you, raising an eyebrow. You toss a nonchalant shrug in return, and you hate to say it, but your inner school girl goes—dick outline.

"O-Okay, then," Izuku says, and you watch his hands curl around the waistband. "I'm just gonna—"

He shucks his pants so hard they hit the floor, and your eyes widen because...well...looks like he's just gonna do it then.

Until Izuku's hands rush to cover his crotch (which you weren't peeking at, you weren't) and you realize that maybe you should've stepped out of the room or something.

"U-Um—that was fast—"

"I thought—thought you were going to uhm, turn around," he flushes, a funny contrast to the way his muscles fold under that black shirt, and your feet move to turn around like he ordered you to do it.

"Sorry! So sorry," you try to apologize, but now his dick print is burned in your brain, and...it isn't that bad.

"It—It's fine! I'm in the bed now so, you can turn around."

You laugh awkwardly and scuffle to turn, as you do, and Izuku beams at you from the bed with a wave.

"Hi," he says, his lower half-tucked under the covers. You wave back.

"Hi."

Izuku's eyes dart to you living room tv before the come back to you. "So uhm, I guess this is goodnight?"

"Oh right," you perk up at that, hands rubbing the sides of your thighs like there's something on them. "Time to go to bed, right?"

"Uh, yeah!" He nods, chest shuddering before he says, "so uh, sweet dreams?"

You smile tight at the kind gesture, and your hands opt to pull at the hem of your shirt instead, eyes drifting to an old pile of records you haven't regarded in months. "Thanks! You...too?"

Izuku smiles, though his eyes drift, "Yeah..."

You beam back. You figure you should probably go now, or something, until you think of something and slam a fist into your palm. "Oh! Also, I meant to thank you for saving me. I'm not sure if I did that. Did I do that?"

The greenette shrugs, "Uh, I think so?"

"Okay! Okay. Cool," you nod, flashing a tight smile. "Mmk. Night Izuku."

"G'night."

And see, you would move—except it seems as if your feet are glued to the floor and won't move no matter how hard you try, to the point where it feels like your straining and they're going numb, and yet you're still staring at Izuku's pretty fucking face.

"C'mon," he chuckles, scooting over on the futon to make extra space for you. "If you take all day, the beds gonna get cold, and then I'm going to have to crawl into yours like a creep."

"Oh my fucking god," you snort one breath and move to flick off the lights before stumbling through the darkness for the futon. "You're so weird."

"Weird in a good way, I hope," he lifts the blanket and you slide under—and swear your knee grazes his before it's snatched away.

"There's no weird in a bad way," you say once you've settled comfortably, tucking your hands under your head as you lay on your stomach. Izuku mimics your position, though he takes up much more of the blanket, and you find that it drapes over you like a tent over his shoulders. Neither of you close your eyes, for some reason.

"Hi," Izuku whispers.

"Hi," you smile back.

"Okay," he huffs, face twisting in determination, "Now it's goodnight."

"Right," you nod, but your eyes don't close. "Goodnight. Of course."

"Don't let the bedbugs bite," he says with a chuckle, and you can't tell if his eyes flicker to your lips or if you imagine it. Either way, you look them just in case.

"I better not have bedbugs," you snort. "I clean this place like a motherfucker."

Izuku's nose twitches at that with a nod. Moonlight pours into your living room and colors his pale skin silver, though you figure it won't take the sun much longer to color it a strawberry pink. "You really do. It's...different when it's quiet."

"Yeah," you agree, placing your hands on his chest. It shudders under your palms. "Kinda personal, huh?"

"Mhm," he nods, and though his hands wrap around your wrists, they never pull them away. You lift an eyebrow.

"A bad personal?"

Izuku doesn't hesitate, breath nearly ghosting your lips as he says, "Hardly."

"Would you..." now it's your chests turn to shudder, and sliding a hand up to play with his ear, you bite the bullet. "Like to get more personal?"

Izuku's lips melt into a grin against yours, "I'd love to."

His lips are softer than you thought.

Maybe because you assumed all of him was a bumbling mess, including his chapstick application; but they're fucking pillow-soft, and you don't realize how deprived you are until his hold around your body turns from protective to sensual and you melt from his heat.

"Fuck," Izuku huffs between kisses, growling when your grip around his neck tightens. "Watching you from across the club for weeks can do a thing to a guy's patience, you know."

"Oh?" You snort as he presses enthusiastic open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, hot and wet, and painful once his teeth dig into your collarbone. "A-Ah, Izuku—no marks."

"O-Oh! Sorry," he pulls away, lips red and swollen, and shiny with spit. You smile at the reaction.

"'S okay, Baby," you giggle at the speed to which his muscles go lax, and his eyes droop to your chest when you scratch the back of his head.

"Can I—can I suck your tits?"

He asks so bashfully it's nearly innocent, and you find your eyes dropping to your chest along with his before you're ditching his All Might sweatshirt all together.

"God," Izuku's eyes flutter as he gathers your breasts in both palms, groaning at the sight. "They're fucking perfect."

You shudder as his thumb ghosts a nipple, and Izuku dips an experimental hand under your lacy bra and pinches. Hard.

Your thighs jolt and hands fist the sheets, and a moan comes from the back of your throat before you can stop it. Izuku's hand rocket to cover your mouth.

"Shh—you don't wanna wake him up, do you?"

You shake your head, but it's hard to keep quiet when your nipples are as sensitive as they are. Izuku doesn't seem like he really means that statement, though, lowering his head with a devilish grin as if he knows that for himself.

“Sensitive, Mommy?”

“O-Oh um,” you flush at the nickname, and even more so when his lips close around your nipple and suck. Tangling a hand in his hair, you sigh, “Yeah, a little.”

Izuku hums at that, eyes fluttering to watch you bite your bottom lip in a poor attempt to muffle a moan, hissing as his teeth dig into the hardened bud. He pulls off with a slurp and moves to the other, but not without a few kisses across your chest.

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?” Izuku nearly growls out before biting into the opposite nipple, and you shudder as he dips a scarred hand down the waistband of your shorts and panties. He chuckles after sliding a finger through your slit. “So wet for me.”

“It—It’s been a second,” you sigh, grip tightening around his shoulders as he slides a finger in. Even Izuku has to bite a lip at your tightness in anticipation, mouth descending over your nipple once more to send frissons of fire up your spine.

“No shit,” he grunts around your nipple, curling his finger. You gasp. “Think I can fit another one in there?”

“Why don’t you try?” You giggle, but it dissipates into nothing but air as he does, his two fingers filling you up enough to elicit a sigh.

“How’s that?” He breathes, face hovering over yours. As your hands coil around his neck, his free one reaches for your inner thigh and pulls it back far enough to give him a better angle as he presses you into the mattress.

“Good, it’s good,” you nod, and your hips start to move on their own, bucking forwards as if there’s any more finger left for you to fuck. (Spoiler: there’s not.)

“Good,” he breathes, eyes going glossy as he watches you writhe under him. You're positive that you're carving painful red lines into his back, but considering the way his eyebrows fold every time you do, makes you wonder if he doesn't mind. "Fuck I can't wait to fuck you—I can fuck you, right?"

"No Izuku, I'm just letting you finger me for fu-u—fuck."

He slides in a third finger and for some reason, it burns a little—but the burn only makes your eyes roll further, and he's stuffing you with a chuckle.

"What was that?"

"I-I—you're not pla—playing very fair," you huff, chest shuddering as he tilts your hips higher for a better angle. You suppress a scream when his fingers curl, jolting forwards at such a speed it makes the futon creak. Izuku tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from going too far.

"No one said anything about being fair, Mommy," he teases, and you whine when he removes his fingers, tapping them against your lips. "C'mon, you gotta get 'em wet so I can fuck you, right?"

You nod at the idea, enjoying the idea of being filled up much more, and coat his fingers to the point where they're dripping when he pulls him out. Izuku's chest rumbles.

"So good for me," he purrs, using your spit to coat his cock before he's sliding his head between your folds—you shiver, grabbing onto his back again. "Ready?"

“Mhm,” you nod, spreading your legs further—though you swear they do that on their own.

“Oh my, you’re um...tight...”

You whimper from the stretch and look between your legs, eyes widening upon seeing that Izuku’s much bigger than you had anticipated. Or had been warned of.

“F-Fuck, I can’t—“

“Shhhh, it’s okay, just a little more, okay?” Izuku nearly whispers into your lips as his hands move to rub your shuddering sides. Your eyes screw shut, “Jus’ a little more, Mommy...”

Izuku pushes deeper and you’re being split in half—because what else could that burn be—but you’ll admit, the feeling of accomplishment you receive once he bottoms out is surreal.

“Good—Good girl,” Izuku’s nearly quivering and plants his hands on both sides of your head with a huff.

“I-Izu,” you whimper as he starts to move, feeling impossibly full no matter how far he pulls out. Izuku shudders, mouth rounding into an ‘o’ when his hips slowly start to gain rhythm, and though it’s loud, you know the creak of the futon is unavoidable. You squeal as his head hammers into your cervix, pulling out a wanton Daddy before you have half a mind to shut the fuck up. You nearly freeze, and yet, all Izuku’s hips do is speed up.

“Yeah? Want me to be your new Daddy?” He moans, and you dig your nails into his back with a nod. The greenette curses at that, biting his bottom lip and his hand drops between your legs to rub at your clit. With thighs seizing around his waist, you slam a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“Fuck—I make you feel that good, Mommy?” Izuku nearly wheezes, eyes suppressing the urge to screw closed, “So good you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut?”

“Y-Yeah, I—“ you gasp when he lifts your hips off the bed for a better angle, hands fisting the sheets. “Harder, Daddy—“

“Oh Mommy, if I go any harder I think I might break this bed,” he says, borderline bashful, but you find yourself saying fuck the bed as your hips buck in search of a feeling he refuses to give you. Izuku’s chuckle strains as he says, “So needy, Mommy. You that needy for my cum?”

Clawing at his back, you try your damnest to stutter out a yes. Izuku chuckles at your desperation before he cuts himself off with a groan, eyes rocketing to where you’re both connected as you tighten around him.

“F-Fill me up, I wanna—“

“You want another baby, Mommy?” Izuku pants, and you’re so close you start to feel a buzz in your thighs, praying he isn’t too far behind. You nod vehemently with a gasp and his lips slide into an exhausted smile, "Fuck, of course you do—and you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you? All of it.”

Izuku finishes his sentence with a growl, pressing you further into the mattress—it squeaks like a squeaky wheel, and when it thunks a level lower both of you yelp, the back of the futon thumping on your hardwood floor with each thrust.

“Told ya,” Izuku wheezes, eyes scrunching in a chuckle. You return it.

“It—It’s old anyway,” you reply, but your eyebrows fold as quickly as they unfold from the crash. The creaking futon increases in pitch as his hips pick up the pace, “Fuck—fuck Izuku I’m gonna cum.”

“What’s my name?” The greenette challenges, and you find yourself shivering at the dominance he exudes. The finger on your clit disappears and you whine, knowing damn well you can’t cum without it.

“Daddy—Daddy please—“

“Good—fuck, so good for me,” his hand returns to your clit and you sigh at the feeling. As the coil in your gut threatens to snap, his hips speed up, and Izuku pants, “We’re gonna cum together, yeah? Cum with me Mommy, c’mon—“

“Fuck!” You drag red lines down Izuku’s back as you quake under the weight of your orgasm, broken bed whining as Izuku thrusts all his weight into you. Digging his teeth into your shoulder, the greenette cums with a broken moan, hips stuttering into yours for the final time that night.

The room fills with a comfortable silence, minus the panting, and Izuku rolls onto the mattress next to you with a bounce. It creaks, whines, and then drops again, catching both you and the greenette by surprise. (Again.)

“I think—I think we broke it,” Izuku says towards the ceiling as he catches his breath. You giggle at that, hands laid across your sweaty stomach, and turn to him with your head in the pillow.

“Gives me an excuse to buy a new one,” you say with a shrug. Izuku chuckles back.

“I guess,” he teeters his head to both sides. “I can...also pitch in, if you want. Since I broke the thing. Technically.”

His offer sounds apprehensive as if he’s encroaching in your space, as if he hasn’t been all up in your space less than a minute ago. You smile. “I’d like that a lot, actually. Thanks.”

"And um, breakfast? I mean," he snorts, though it seems rather defensive, and his eyes rocket to the ticking clock on your wall. Your eyes follow: five am. "I mean—fuck um, I feel like this might be weird but I think you're cool? Um, yeah, so breakfast, I can make it if you want because you're so busy being motherly and stuff and plus, it's Sunday but again, if you don't wan—"

"Izuku," you giggle, wrapping your arms around his gut with a little squeeze. "Breakfast sounds nice."

The greenette beams and his chest stutters. "O-Okay cool! Cool, cool. Breakfast then?"

You snort, driving your palm into his face to shut him the fuck up. "Goodnight, Izuku."

Izuku giggles, getting the message, and coils his arms around your shoulders to provide a comfort you haven't felt in a very, very long time.

"G'night Mommy."

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hollyhomburg · 3 years

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Before I Leave You (Pt.2)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

*SNEAK PEAK*

Summary: On the worst days, Yoongi is judge, jury, and executioner. But he judges you and finds you worthy of protecting (and loving too).

Tags: Dead bodies, blood, murder/crime themes, guilt, childhood trauma, drugs (cocaine, heroine), domestic abuse, emotional abuse, physical abuse, controlling behavior, implications of omega mistreatment/discrimination, anorexia, blood, graphic depictions of violence, manipulation, talking behind someone's back, morally gray Yoongi,

W/c: 14.5k

A/N: Honestly this took me way too long to write and edit. I can’t tell if this is my favorite depiction i’ve ever written of falling in love or if I hate it. But yeah- i didn’t want to sit on it for much longer. This part takes place chronologically before the last part, and documents what happened while yoongi was away from the rest of his pack.

Previous part — Masterlist

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CHAPTER 2: THE DON

“She’s just an omega- you know how they are- they need a firm hand to keep them in their place.” Yoongi scoffs thinking of his omegas. Anyone who even dared to think that Seokjin and Jungkook did not wear the pants in their pack had another thing coming to them.

He watches his older brother cut another line of cocaine.

The amount of drugs in this Geumjae’s study cost enough to feed a small family for a year. But Yoongi knows better than to partake. He pretends to take a Bump and taps it off when Geumjae tips back a shot."Omegas aren't even fucking worth it if you ask me, brother, you're supposed to give half of yourself away, and for fucking what? A glorified bed warmer?"

Yoongi boils and stays silent, letting Geumjae get himself wasted on drugs and alcohol. He can't tell what distresses him more Geumjae has such little regard for life that he can't recognize that omegas are fucking people- or that he's so freely sharing this with him.

He knows he’s toeing the line. More pushing might hurt you more, if he provoked aggression from his brother- it would no doubt come back to bite you. Yoongi can’t imagine wanting to hurt someone he loves or speaking with the same callousness that Geumjae speaks. “Don’t you love her?”

Geumjae laughs at Yoongi’s childish question “Oh little brother, don’t you know that love makes you stupid?”

His brother has it all wrong but Yoongi’s powerless to say it. Those threats from the funeral linger. And it's not only your life and Yoongi’s at stake here but the rest of his pack. He has to fool Geumjae into thinking he is on his side.

“Work with me here- what will the other omegas in the pack think of you if they find out what kind of shit you pull? And they’ll take their concerns straight to their alphas and say you’re unfit to lead. You know I have to listen to the bulk of them regardless of what you want.”

If he can’t appeal to Geumjae’s humanity- he can appeal to Geumjae’s better interest and common sense. His image in the family is arguably the most important thing in geumjae’s mind, and Yoongi can tell by the way that Geumjae stiffens when he says the words that it’s stuck.

Geumjae might have been trained in torture, but Yoongi was trained in manipulation. And he take the bait- hook, line, and sinker.

After that, he has the good sense to act softer with you in front of the rest of the family at the very least. But he fears he might have done more bad than good when he sees the way you stiffen and fail to meet his eyes more consistently as the days go on. You’re sensitive about eye contact, Yoongi gets it. you don’t have as much control over your facial expression as the rest of these robotic mobsters.

Group dinners are routine, and while Yoongi could find an excuse to see you during the day, he’s also often pulled in 50 different directions by the expectations of his family.

He finds himself reading for dinner in a hurry most nights, eager or maybe a little panicked to check in with you. You never request his presence, you never text (though he made sure you have his number just in case), and the family dinners are tense between the two of you.

You maintain none of the easy friendship you’d started that day in the rain or that closeness. You avoid him like the plague at dinner, and It’s like that day in the rain never happened.

Geumjae sticks to your side like glue too. A hand that probably looks protective to anyone else but looks possessive to Yoongi slung around your waist. Yoongi sees the harshness and pain in your body when Geumjae’s hand tightens digging into the swell of your hip. You’re soft in the way that most omegas are a little soft- and it’s as expected as it is distracting.

He manages to corner you during one of the dinners. you're not alone- and you can hear the grannies and omegas prattling to each other in the kitchen. the alphas are outside enjoying a cigar and investigating one of the new rolls royces that one of yoongi’s uncles recently purchased.

The corset portion of your dress making your chest soft looking, plump and inviting if yoongi was the kind of man to get distracted by something like that. As it is- all he notices is how it’s making your chest heave. Breath uneven, he thinks he can hear the boning in the dress creek. It’s a designer thing, but it looks way too tight on you. he can tell how uncomfortable you are.

“Are you okay?” he asks, though it's clear you’re not, you dont reply, looking down and away worried. Hand hovering over your stomach, “I won’t get mad whatever it is.”

You bite your lower lip. hand catching yourself on a side table before you teater over, dizzy. Yoongi grabs you before you fall. “He did my corset too tight, it’s hurting my ribs. I feel like im going to pass out.” Yoongi quickly looks around, but there is no one around in the part of the house right now, the garden is a backdrop, speckled with lights. you’re alone.

Yoongi turns you around quickly, setting his champagne to the side and grabbing yours out of your hand. He undoes the top knot of the dress and you inhale gratefully as he tugs at the strings looser, fingers touching your bare skin. “Is that better?” he has to be quick. This isn’t exactly scandalous- but- its not quite proper.

You inhale deep and grateful. “So much better, thank you.” you barely have a second to both straighten up, Yoongi's fingers pulling the bow back together. grabbing your champagne and sipping at it a careful distance away from Yoongi. looking for all intents and purposes like you’ve been swathed in uncomfortable silence the entire time they were gone. The picture of propriety as Geumjae and a few other alphas return in a puff of rich smoke.

“Don’t mention it.” Yoongi says it softly so that only you can hear it.

More than once. Geumjae catches him staring at you during the dinner. you look so much more comfortable now that it’s been loosened. Your hand hovering in front of your dress to conceal your cleavage under the guise of fiddling with your necklace. During those moments, Geumjae rewards Yoongi’s wandering gaze with bold touches. A hand sliding from waist to hip and your sudden straightening in pain.

Geumjae’s harsh fingers digging into a bad bruise on your hip. you’re so trained, you barely flinch when he does it. And still- Yoongi’s hands tighten in his slacks. Gritting his teeth and biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from making a scene and reaching across the table to stop Geumjae from hurting you.

Many of the other members of the family notice Geumjae’s sudden dogmatic approach to your presence in his life. Confirming what Yoongi suspects. That he’d never given you too much attention at these family meals before Yoongi came with his wandering eyes. He should do better be better not to put you in harm's way.

Yoongi keeps his eyes firmly trained on his plate full of spiced soft-shelled crab as one of the grannies comments on how sweet the two of you seem. Yoongi wants to gag. “You know how new love is. I feel like we’ll be in the honeymoon phase forever. I want her all to myself so bad I think she’s worried I’ll chain her to my bed” he says- feigning drunkenness. You laugh too- trying to play it off but Yoongi can see your barely concealed fear.

Staying silent and letting your husband hurt you is the hardest thing that yoongi’s ever had to do. But there are many more battles, fights and skirmishes to win in this war. Yoongi has to be patient.

He’s a poised snake, ready to strike at the perfect moment.

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jonnyparable · 2 years

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Cottage Hills : The Vanishing of Basil Reed, Part I

Dreams of a Broken Past

The air is still. Not a breeze stirs the leaves overhead. The mist clings to his skin, making him clammy, wet and cold. Where is he going, Basil Reed asks himself. But is it his own voice, or, rather, a voice in his head? It rings in his head. Questioning him. Why are you here, it asks. Because the forest draws him in. The forest wants him to come. It calls to him, seducing him to go deeper. Like a descent into dark, deep water.

Basil feels regret fill his bones. He is lost, why was I called here? I shouldn't have come. My family will worry. I want to go back, he tells himself. But all around him is mist. The trees close in around him, like he is prey.

"But you need to know. You want to know, to see it, don't you, Basil? Come see. Come, be the one to find it, the Tree of Life."

Basil:

"Who...who speaks?...Yes... I do want to find it. I do want the glory, the fame! I want it all! I want it! It is mine! All mine!"

Basil:

"But... my family... I must go back! I do not belong here, please I must leave! Let me out!"

He runs, breathlessly. The mist fills his lungs like glue. He runs past the same trees endlessly. Exhausted, Basil finally collapses on the ground. The voice echoes through the trees.

"You cannot leave now. This forest will claim you. You seek the Tree, and defile these woods with your greed, your pride, and hunger for power. What awaits you is only madness. Alone you will wander here, here in the deepest bowels of these woods. The tree eludes you. Glory and fame flee from you."

"Your family will mourn, your daughter, fatherless. You abandoned them. They will never find you. In the darkness of night your wife will learn of your fate, and she will spend her days awaiting your return. She will live a broken life for the remainder of her days. A shadow of herself. Her beauty, her joy, her love, all will fade and wither. All because of you."

Basil:

"No! Please no! Let me leave! I swear I care not for this Tree! I don't want it anymore! I don't want to find it! I don't want glory, or fame just let me go!"

"What you want no longer matters. You have sealed your fate. Your quest for the Tree has doomed you. Men like you have always sought the gifts of the Goddess. But you are all of you unworthy to claim them. Your kind has been unworthy for centuries. Madness shall be your reward."

Snow falls limply around her as Mary lays a rose at her mother's grave and makes her final goodbyes. As she stares blankly at the grave, all she can think of is the night her father vanished. The police had come to the door, and all warmth vanished from the room. The sound of her mother's broken wailing still haunts her. Her mother's body is dead now, finally resting. But she had really died long ago, on that very night. Today, Mary becomes an orphan.

The graveyard fades away. The orphanage where she grew up comes into view. Mary sits on a stone bench, in the snow. She scribbles furiously in her book. As a new thought forms in her mind, she must capture it. These winter days in the orphanage's courtyard will be the beginnings of her writing career. In her stories is where she found her escape, where she met people who were brave, noble and kind, and who, unlike her, lived extraordinary lives.

Suddenly a voice, sharp like a pin, disrupts Mary's scribbling. Mary recognises the voice and her stomach drops. Her heart is racing. It's Winifred and Louise.

Winifred :

"Look, Lou, it's Smelly Mary! What are you writing now, Reed? Another one of your creepy little love stories?"

Mary:

"Th-they're not creepy... Or love stories, Winifred. This story's about..."

Louise :

"Winnie! I bet she's writing about your Edmund! Do you see the way she looks at him? It's like a dog looking at a piece of ham! It's disgusting!"

Mary:

"I am not writing about Edmund!"

Winifred:

"Of course not. You're writing love letters to him aren't you! You're so ugly, Mary, and you smell, why on earth would Edmund even want to touch, let alone read a letter from you? It's no wonder your father left you.

Mary:

"My father loved me!"

Winifred:

"You may think being the daughter of Basil Reed means something, but he's nothing but a philanderer! We all know he abandoned your family and dumped you here to run off with his mistress!"

Mary:

"That's not true! Stop it!"

Winifred:

"It is! Ask anyone! He's been spotted all around the world with the same woman. He didn't go missing in the woods! He just didn't want you! No one wants you! Oh, go ahead and cry, it'll wash your face for a change!"

Basil stumbles in the forest, grabbing fistfuls of wet leaves to throw at the air around him, as the trees seem to loom closer, and as the voice becomes deafeningly loud. Suddenly, the forest glows. A warm breeze rushes over him and a figure stands before him. The voices stop. Silence hangs in the air.

Basil:

"I want to leave! Let me go! I'm sorry! I never should have come here! Please!"

Woman:

"You truly are lost, Basil Reed. In more ways than one."

Basil:

"Who....wait...who are you? You're the voice! Why have you drawn me here, only to torment me?

Woman:

"Because you seek the Tree which was given, you have forsaken all else. Why do you seek it? What do you want with it? Speak!"

Basil:

"I...I do not know. Please just take me back. Out of these woods. I will never seek the Tree again. I swear! This isn't real! This isn't real!!"

Woman:

"No. You, Basil Reed, like so many in this world, have filled your soul with greed and selfishness, which must be expunged. Today you will receive that which you seek, but at a cost. I have a task for you, Basil Reed. If you fail, you will never see your family again."

Oak wakes from his dream with a start, covered in sweat. He looks wildly around him, confused, his eyes wide with distress. But he's at the inn. Safe and sound. At the same time across town, so does Mary, the sound of Winifred and Louise's cruel laughter still ringing in her ear.

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Gumshoe X Suicidal!Female Reader

❌❗️I wrote this on my DeviantArt..But I’ve tweaked it. I love Detective Dick Gumshoe and it was in a bad place when I wrote this. I want everyone to know you are loved, you are beautiful and there’s always light at the end of the tunnel. Never give up, and love yourself. I hope you enjoy. ❗️❌

✖️✖️✖️

Do you even think, that the littlest words can make everything better?

The weather outside was horrible. You were Tapping your fingers against the windowsill of your shabby apartment. Working with Edgeworth was okay to some extent but because you kept interrupting and messing up his cases, you're now a 'lost cause' to him.

The amount of times he's cut your paycheque, and now, struggling to live and feed yourself.

"What's the point?". You ask yourself, the rain smacking the ground harder than life fucking you right now. Of course it was okay being a prosecutor, but it hurt knowing so many innocent people had been put away...

You met Phoenix Wright at trial, and Edgeworth threatened to fire you if you spoke to him. But it wasn't just Phoenix that noticed your odd behaviour.

Your best friend...

Childhood crush...

Detective Dick Gumshoe

Oh the times you used to see him everyday, but now Edgeworth has him working twice as much. The normal coffee shop stops were nothing but mere dusty memories to you.

It was as if Edgeworth wanted to destroy you, remove everything from you.

And that's when it came to you.

"I'll kill myself. I'm going to go through with it". You hum.

Luckily, your apartment didn't have any valuables, let alone you had nobody except from Gumshoe. Your family were murdered 10 years ago, no siblings no nothing.

How pathetic was it for a 23 year old to be like this?

Hot fiery tears slipped down your soft skin face.

"Do it". You murmur. "Come on you pansy fucking do it!". You hiss, screaming as the stinging sensation of the blunt silver knife gashing your thin flesh.

"I deserve this". You hum, leaving your apartment for good.

No coat, no shoes. No nothing.

"End it". You whisper, holding your arms to yourself whilst walking along the street. People stopped and spoke, ignoring them as you continue to walk to your set destination.

The bridge...

The river...

The skin around your skeleton was numbing you to the bone, hair drenched and stuck to your skin like glue, lips quivering in fear, adrenaline and happiness.

In sight, you could see the bridge, happy tears rolling down your face.

"No more Edgeworth, no more nothing". You say, hissing with poison.

The rocks were covered with moss, causing you to slip a few times before managing to stand up, hair heavily smacking in the wind, unable to feel any part of your body.

"Woah! Miss! You should get down from there!". A woman shouts. Though, you block it out. "I'm going to call the police, this isn't the way to do things!". She says humming.

"How do you know?". You hiss. Turning your stone cold neck to her, eyes as puffy as wotsits with a dead bolt expression. "Wait!- aren't you Y/N L/N? You work along side prosecutor Edgeworth!". She says, now shaking.

You turn your head back to the view. The heavily rushing river that flows with the speed of the wind.

It wasn't long before your ears were numb to the surroundings. Cuddling yourself, you cry harshly. Voice snapping at every high pitch note you reach.

Fluttering your eyes close, memories flood back...

The time when Gumshoe brought you weenies over on your sick day off. Force feeding you them before eating some himself.

Or the time you were held at gunpoint and with an easy distraction Gumshoe managed to save you just in time.

- the coffee breaks; sitting with him having a laugh, admiring his smile and husky laugh. The constant bandage on his chin, half shadow beard and pencil behind his ear. Such an attractive dad bod-

"He doesn't love me, nobody does". You whisper out, the fierce storm picking up.

Though unknown to you, the woman had called the cops, specifically naming you to them. Yet the call went straight through to Gumshoe

(AT THE OFFICE)

"Have you finished with writing up the report of the crime scene, detective?". Edgeworth asks, sat at his desk. "Yeah, pal! I have them here!". Gumshoe says, slamming the file down on the desk.

The sudden ringtone of Gumshoe's phone startles both Edgeworth and Gumshoe.

"Hey, Gumshoe here!". He says, hand on the phone, the other in his pants pocket.

Though, his face drains. Pure panic overwhelming him. Tears pricking his eyes.

"You're not joking me are you, pal?! This is serious!". He yells, anger in his voice.

Edgeworth's eyebrows perk up to the subject. Never has he seen Gumshoe so angry.

Gumshoe throws his mobile phone down onto Edgeworth's desk, before slamming his hands down startling the prosecutor.

"Who was that?". Edgeworth asks.

"The station". Gumshoe says sternly, biting back his tears.

"Well, go if you need". He says, opening the file that was placed onto the desk.

"It's about Y/N". Gumshoe grumbles, straightening himself up. "Y/N? What trouble has she gotten herself into this time?". Edgeworth says, sighing.

That's it...He's snapped.

"She's about to kill herself, pal! And it's like you couldn't give two fucks about it!". He yells, anger now roaming the room.

Edgeworth jolts back...This is the first time Gumshoe has swore, let alone stood up to him like this.

"This is because of YOU, pal. The pressure you've been putting on her, isolating her from her normal life! And I thought you cutting my salary was bad!". He says, before leaving the room.

With a hurry, Gumshoe jogs towards the elevator outside of Edgeworth's office, heading down to his car.

He was..no IS going to save you.

- River View -

At this point, you didn't want to breath. The slightest of movements hurt ever so painfully. The crimson liquid from your arm constantly being washed away by the ever so lucky rain. T-shirt stained with sweat blood and death.

As you open up your eyes, the flashing lights of police car startles you.

The sirens were quiet, though you hear the door slam. Heavy footsteps running over to you.

You knew them from anywhere.

"Y/N, pal, I'm begging you! Don't you dare jump!". Gumshoe yells, hands to his side, the rain now attacking him.

"I don't...I don't deserve anything anymore Gumshoe". You whisper, the harsh forced cries hurting you more than you'd expect.

"Listen, Pal. I know, I get it. Edgeworth is stressful sure I know that. But you're throwing so much more away!". He yells, coming more closer to you.

You didn't want to turn around at this point, let alone let him see your face.

His heart was aching and breaking in pain...How could he have not known?! He knew something was up, but clearly now you must’ve lied to him constantly.

"Y/N, you have baggage. A hella lot of baggage, pal. Dreams might turn to nightmares, and days may seem longer for you. You may give in once in a while and honestly it hurts". Gumshoe says, straining his voice with tears down his face.

"It hurts...It hurts Gumshoe". You whine, letting out an unsettled cry.

Gumshoe clenches his hands, before standing behind you.

"Pal, what about the future? Don't you want a family?". He questions, eyebrows furrowing in pain.

A sniffle escapes you, the soreness of your stiff muscles killing you almost. Your eyes glare at his warm chocolate ones.

Hoping to see a happy face...

Was now a tearing up, hurt face.

"Gumshoe..." you hum..

"Answer the question, pal!". Gumshoe says, angrily.

"..of course..But...I-I..nobody loves me!". You yell, biting down on your lip.

Even if you were to confess to Gumshoe about your never ending affectionate feelings for him? You would be bullied, dreams crushed and hopes lost.

Gumshoe sighs stomping his foot in anger. Were you blind to see it?!

"For heaven sakes pal! Look in front of you!". Gumshoe says, his arms now open wide to hug you.

Your eyes widen with surprise...

No....

He couldn't....

Did he love you?...

"D-do...you?". You hum. The rain softening ever so slightly as the wind calms down.

"I've always been at your side, pal! Always! Do you think I'd let that slip away?! You make me happy Y/N! You!". He yells, frowning.

Your heart pumps fast, adrenaline warming up your body slightly.

"I have baggage too pal, blurry thoughts and that. But seeing you makes my day better; That pure smile for a sweet gal like you? Everything goes away when I see that, yknow? and I know I have something to live for, pal! I didn't want to confess like this, but god damn I'm going to have to!". Gumshoe yells, now only a few inches away from you.

"I..." you whisper.

"Y/N, I love you". He says, holding your frozen hands. "You're perfect to me, pal! I never want you to change!". He yells.

For the first time..

Your smile was genuine...

A smile so wide it makes Gumshoe grin, that lovable warm grin.

"I'm always here, pal". He says.

Without thinking, you fall onto Gumshoe, his arms wrapping around your soaked body ever so tightly. His face buries into your neck, warm breath making you shiver with every touch.

"I love you too, Dick Gumshoe". You whisper, sniffling into him.

He picks you up bridal style, taking you to his car.

"The hospital it is for you pal. You could get extremely ill from this". He says, wiping the rest of his tears away.

"Don't cry.." You whimper, tears starting again.

"Don't you cry, pal!". He yells, making you jolt.

"I d-didn’t want to tell you, because I know you worry so much about me, Gumshoe. You’re the most amazing guy I know and I’ve never felt more safe and happier around you. I guess my volcano erupted after the last deduction to my wage". You say, the heat from the car heater warming you up ever so gently.

Gumshoe furrows his brows in anger, he was sure to warn Edgeworth once more about this situation.

“I never meant to ruin some of the cases Edgeworth asked me to do, but he treats me like I don’t really m-matter…a-and…a-and-“. “Woah! Hey, hey pal..Calm down alright? I know how you feel. Don’t think just because I’m a busy guy doesn’t mean I don’t have a soft spot for you, Y/N. I’ll always care for you, alright?”. Gumshoe murmurs, cupping your face gently.

"From now on? I'm keeping you safe pal. You're staying with me, and I'm keeping an eye on you". He says, smiling.

The sudden warmth of your blood circulation makes you flutter. Pulling Gumshoe close, you cup his face in return, smashing your lips onto his.

Expecting him to pull back, he doesn't. Instead, his hands wrap behind your neck, kissing back ever so passionately with the touch of tongue.

Oh how you’ve always wanted to do this…

The both of you pull away, staring at each each other.

"Should we continue this at home?". You ask. Gumshoe chuckles. "Hospital then home, pal". He says grinning.

The rain subsides, clouds moving away for the clear ultramarine sky to show itself. An extremely pearly white star flashing in the distance...

[ The End ]

- Extra -

"What did I tell you, sweetheart?". Gumshoe says, holding out a weenie in your face. "That I'd get sick". You say giggling. "Well, now you're under my protection. I'm surprised Edgeworth even offered you a raise". Gumshoe says eyebrows raised in surprise. "Or the fact he lets me see Maya and Phoenix just like you". You say grinning.

"But he doesn't know I'm quitting soon, does he?". You say, grinning before biting half a weenie, shoving the other half in Gumshoe's mouth. "Nope! Nada, sweetheart!". He says grinning, chewing the weenie. "Good”. You say giggling, as Gumshoe pulls you closer to him, kissing your forehead, lips and jawline.

"No more of that bottled up feelings stuff, okay? I want you to be open and honest with from now on. I’m always going to be here to support you, Sweetheart". He says, sadness in his eyes.

"Now, why would I when my happiness is right in front of me?". You say smiling.

"That's my sweetheart!". He says grinning.

After eating, you decide to lay down in bed with Gumshoe, his arm wrapped around you as you hand lays on his dad gut.

A sigh of happiness slips from you, as Gumshoe kisses your head.

"I love you Y/N". He says, head resting on yours.

"I love you too, Dick". You say, before drifting off to sleep.

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