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aomine-ryo · 9 months

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Because I loved all of your make out stories, what would actually help global warming and hunger is Takao make out story ✨ where Takao and his s/o gets their first proper make out story bc Takao deserves the world as The Greenest Flag In KnB 🛐

I would die for Takao Kazunari so absolutely. Ty for making me write more for the best boy !! It’s a short one but hope you enjoy muah xx

Scenario: making out with Takao

- gender neutral reader

Takao’s favourite time was 1 a.m.. You’d think between school, training and being Midorima’s chauffeur, he’d be sound asleep at this time, but this was the time when the world went quiet. This was the time where it was just the two of you— no distractions.

You lived a walkable distance from Takao. It wasn’t close enough for him to deem you his neighbour, but if he were to just walk down the street and take a left turn, he’d be right at your door. Given this, sneaking into your bedroom at 1 a.m. had become the norm for him over the past two weeks. With his busy schedule, it was hard to find alone time with you. If he were to see you during the day, it would often be with other friends as well. So this was the only time he could spend with you and only you.

Unfortunately, the weather tonight was not in his favour. As he looked outside his bedroom window, he watched as the rain poured relentlessly into his backyard. If it were just the rain, he could’ve just stepped outside with his umbrella, but the wind was so strong that he could hear it without even opening his window. His umbrella wasn’t surviving that.

Takao looked down at the text you sent him, almost as if you could read his mind.

y/n: i don’t think you should come over tn. the weather is terrible :(

takao: it’s just a little rain, dw about it I’ll be there in five :)

y/n: wdym ‘just a little rain’?? ITS POURING

takao: pfft it’s just water. I’m stronger than water

You sighed at his response even though it had you grinning like an idiot. It was just like Takao to do something as silly as this. You decided to head downstairs as quietly as you could so that you could open the door for Takao when he does get here. Your parents were heavy sleepers so it wasn’t like they were going to wake up anyways, but it was good to be cautious.

You waited patiently for a few minutes until you heard a light tap on the door, a signal for you to open it for Takao. As the door slowly opened, you were greeted by the sight of your soaking wet boyfriend who looked like he’d been through hell and back.

“Oh my god, Takao!” you whisper shouted as you ushered him in, slowly closing the door behind you.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he shrugged, but it was obviously a lie. He wasn’t even wearing a raincoat. All he had on was a, now soaking, black hoodie and shorts— he was dressed as if it was just another day.

“Let’s get you dried up,” you just sighed in response, turning on your heel to head back upstairs to your room.

“What? You’re not gonna hug me? Weren’t you the one that said you missed me?” Takao grinned, opening his arms up and moving closer to you.

You quickly moved back, trying to get him as far away from you as possible. “I’ll give you a hug when you’re dry,” you said, keeping an eye on his every move.

“Well that’s no fun, come here,” Takao said, the most mischievous look in his blue eyes as he strode over to you. Much to your dismay, you were too slow to react to this, soon finding yourself in a fit of giggles as Takao enveloped you in a big, wet hug.

“Let me go!” you laughed, trying to keep your voice down as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

Takao did as he was told after leaving a soft peck on your cheek, knowing the damage was already done. “Haven’t you missed me?” Takao smiled, tone more mocking than anything.

“Shut up, let’s go. I need to change now as well,” you rolled your eyes.

The two of you got to your room and you fished the clothes you had stolen from him out of your closet, handing him a towel to dry his hair with as well. You picked out a baggy T-shirt for yourself as well and you changed into it nonchalantly, Takao watching your every move in awe.

You looked back at him with an eyebrow raised in confusion. “What?”

“Nothing, just didn’t expect you to be taking your shirt off this quickly,” he replied smoothly, making you blush.

“Shut up and get changed,” you chuckled, walking over and hanging your damp shirt on your clothes rack.

“Get changed? Can I have some privacy then please?” Takao said sarcastically.

“What? Do you want me to close my eyes?” You joked.

“Yes, thank you very much,” he said as a matter-of-factly.

“You’re kidding…”

“Go on then,” he looked at you expectantly.

“I’ve seen you na—”

“I’m waiting,” he cut you off, committed to the bit.

You let out a sigh as you sat down at the edge of your bed, putting your hands over your eyes.

“Thank you,” Takao said in a tone that made you want to slap the grin off his face.

You heard Takao shuffle around as he moved to take his clothes off. Admittedly, the curiosity got the best of you and you began to watch him through the gaps between your fingers. It should’ve been a crime for him to keep you from watching him. No matter how many times you’ve seen it, you still went weak in the knees seeing him with his shirt off. His toned muscles, damp skin, veiny arms— magnificent. Not to mention he was still sporting the marks you left on his neck the night before. It was truly a sight.

“I know you’re peeping,” Takao said as he tightened the drawstring on his sweatpants, turning over to meet your eyes through your fingers.

“No I’m not,” you said immediately, though the smile on your face said otherwise.

You watched him walk towards you, his hands grabbing your wrists and moving them away from your face, bending over so his eyes were in line with yours. “I could feel you watching me, you perv,” Takao grinned, voice so low that you could feel it in your stomach.

“You can’t blame me when you look like that,” you replied, your eyes darting down the exposed skin of his upper body.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Takao said, his lips now inches away from yours. A moment of silence passed by as you met with Takao’s steel blue eyes, your heart feeling like it was about to stop beating at any moment with the way he looked at you.

He soon closed the gap between you two, your lips colliding with each other’s with as much passion as your very first kiss. His touch was soft— it always was in the beginning. With the grip he still had on both your wrists, he slowly pushed you onto your bed, pinning your hands to either side of you as he bit on your bottom lip, eliciting a soft whine from you.

You felt Takao’s tongue slowly slide into your mouth, roaming the familiar territory as he comforted himself in the warmth of your soft lips. Takao’s hair was still damp. You could feel some of the cold, wet strands brush against your forehead as he hovered on top of you. You weren’t opposed to it though. The familiarity of his movements had you melting at his touch, the smell of his cologne reminding you of all the times he’s satisfied you, making your need for him grow stronger with each passing moment.

Takao’s hands released their grip on yours. Your hands instinctively moved to run through his wet locks while his fingers lightly traced over your clothed chest. His hands moved lower and lower, lips not losing contact with yours for even a second as his cold fingers slipped under your shirt. You took a sharp breath in at the sensation of his cold touch on your skin, and you could feel Takao smile against your lips.

He’d missed this. Yes, it had only been a day since he’s had you in this state last, but he could never get enough of it. The dark haired man pulled away from your lips for a moment, quickly directing himself to your neck, beginning to leave soft kisses that had you humming in approval. Takao’s hands made their way further down, fingers tracing over your shorts as he began to leave marks on your neck, your body growing more and more impatient for him. You knew he needed you just as bad, his hips slowly began to grind against you and you could feel him through the fabric of the sweatpants. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the feel of it.

Takao felt you buck your hips up in search of some friction and he couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction. He loved this. He loved drawing out his movements until you were a desperate mess underneath him. He loved hearing your soft little whines of frustration just like you were doing now.

“Kazu…” it was like music to his ears, “please.”

“Hm?” Takao hummed against your neck, playing dumb as he pulled away to look down at you with his sultry blue eyes. He didn’t have to say it, you knew he wanted you to use your words.

“I need more… please,” you whispered, aching for more of his touch.

“How could I ever say no to you?” he smiled, leaning down to press his lips against yours once more. There was nothing he loved more than the taste of you.

#takao kazunari #kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #knb #kuroko no basquet #takao x reader #takao kazunari supremacy #knb scenarios #knb imagines #knb x reader

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rysko · 13 days

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Hi Borys! For the OC asks, how about:

🎨 Does your OC have any craft skill, as a hobby or profession? If so which?

🪤 What is one thing that could be used to lure your OC into a trap?

🎒 If your OC had to pick three things of all their belongings to keep, which would they chose?

For Juliusz?🤍

Hey Reb!!! Thank you for sending these in <333

🎨 He picked up and dropped quite a few hobbies over the years. Craft-wise though, the first thing that comes to mind is his love for stationery, so anything to do with that, whether it be caligraphy or anything like that. Dude sends the best postcards im sure.

🪤Cigarettes? A trail of matches? A steaming bowl of objectively the best soup, (his words not mine) borscht? There are many things to choose from, pick your gameplan!

🎒 1. Definitely his glasses. There's a reason he's already developed a habit of reaching for them as soon as he wakes up. His vision is terrible without them and if he ever loses them you're basically dealing with a Velma.

2. As any Peaky-man, he always has some cigarettes on standby, and even more importantly, his cigarette case that he's had for years now. A simple, silver case that he got as a gift from someone special. It never leaves his pockets.

3. Any weapon to defend himself "just in an emergency case". A small pistol is usually his go-to, he's not one for big guns hidden in big, leathery holsters or razors in caps. Despite the small thing being at his hip or back, reminding Juliusz of its existence from time-to-time, he hopes to never have to use it.

These were amazing questions! Thank you again <333 muah muah

#oc ask #ask #julek-core

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mel-core · 2 years

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yeah just a lot of school stuff getting me down. but hey all's well that ends well right? hope your studying is going well too!! thank you for the hug i could still probably use one if youre up for it :)

ooh ooh ooh!! i just watched scream for the first time with a friend the other day!! we should watch that its all KINDS of gutsy gory creepy !!

and yes, yes you are my favorite but if my sisters ask NO ONE heard that

-bo :D

aw dw sweets itll all be ok in the long run <3 i am giving you the biggest hug right now n stroking your hair because you deserve it MUAh AND ALSO !! i just did my first biology paper !! and it went ok ?? like not terribly but not the best either hsagkdgfk so i need to start revising for the second paper which is literally tomorrow 💀

oml ive never watched scream and i want to so bad holy shit please we have to watch it together- important question ! sweet or salty popcorn 🤨

#HEAR THAt !!#IM BOKUTOS FAVOURITE GIRL AHAHHA #answered.#bokuto my beloved <3

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2small-frog · 3 years

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i don't want to pile on requests, so know that this can come at any time!! ilysm and remember to drink water and take care of yourself

but umm if you have time, could you maybe write david with an s/o who cries when they get mad, whether it's at others or themselves? getting shit for it sucks lmao

(a/n: ofc baefy!!! ilyt and i hope ur havin a lovely day Muah)

character(s): david x reader

reader's pronouns: unspecified

cw: mentions of belittling

he's so understanding its actually crazy. david isn't a judgy guy, he never has been and he never will be

so when he sees you crying while mad, he doesn't view you any different than he did before. he knows it's completely normal, and treats it as such

he won't try to baby you when the tears begin to slip out. he'll wipe a tear or two, of course. he'll give you the comfort you need, but he would never treat you as lesser

instead, he just stops what he's doing to grab you some tissues and ask you about what happened

he hates seeing you cry, but he hates the thought of making you feel weak or lesser even more

however, if you'd like to be held, he'd be happy to hold you

hell, he'd be happy just to sit with you on the couch. not speaking, just in eachothers company. content

and if you tell him or he hears someone giving you shit about it? he's going off on him in the calmest, yet scariest voice you've ever heard from him

he'll let them know exactly how he feels; that crying is not a sign of weakness, it isn't overreacting, it doesn't make you soft or sensitive or any of that shit

if you don't want to address it, though, he'll distract you in any way he knows how

he understands what it feels like to be ashamed of reactions that are completely normal

at some point, he'll want to talk to you about it. to tell you that there's nothing to be ashamed of and that you don't owe anybody a certain reaction

he knows how strong you are, and he hates thinking that you'd think less of yourself over something so human

and he'll tell you that whenever you're ready to hear it

but for now, his main focus is to make you feel better in any way he can. any way you'd like

"angel... you don't have to hide your face, you know."

that wasn't the reaction you were expecting, not by a long shot. it wasn't a reaction you were used to, seeing as most times like this were met with jeers and patronizing glares. constantly belittled and treated like a child, simply for crying. you couldn't help it, you had told them. you had repeated time and time again how it was just your natural reaction, though it was always met in the same way.

it was terrible.

but not this time around.

this time was different. you should've known it would be, it's david. he's not one to judge. he's not one to disparage others for something so minute, so miniscule.

his hand on your cheek was so tender, pure adoration practically seeping from his gentle touch as his thumb moved to wipe away a tear making its way toward your chin.

"we don't have to talk about it now. we can just sit. would that be okay?"

he scanned your features as you nodded, from your furrowed brow to the red in your eyes. the glint of tears that have slipped down your cheeks and the streaks of past, dried ones. he was patient. he would wait until you were ready. he always would.

@the-phantoms-library @theodorebasmanov @cryptixmoth @sunberrybush @myanettes @oliveid @bug-likes-monsters

#mars.writes #redacted.request #redacted asmr

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mammonsvulva · 3 years

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Hi there! I just discovered your page and i loved the bachata headcannon!

On that same line, can you do a female latina headcannon? Like, more specifically, Colombian, you know, an MC that's like normally fluent in english but when mad she just burst on angry spanish screaming session with latin curses and a strong accent and also just getting really mad if deemed as Mexican by default? I'd love that! Thank youuuu (also feel free to ignored this if it's not of your fancy)

I hope you have a great day!

Of course! I really hope you like it! :)

(I tried to incorporate things some of my relatives say as Colombians please don’t hate me🥲)

The Brothers + Datables and a Latina MC with Colombian Habits

Lucifer❤️

Lucifer has always been amused by the boldness MC portrayed, that is until Mammon pissed her off

MC actually f*cking explodes, calling Mammon “culicagao” (like a bratty kid) and a bunch of profanities out of rage

Actually leaves Lucifer surprised, who could she hate so much that she’d put a curse on them?

Is actually kind of scared to speak up after she went silent, kinda just stares at her like “what the fuck do I do”

“I’ve told Mammon A THOUSAND TIMES. IM NOT F*CKING MEXICAN”

(Oooohh Mammons gonna get his ASS WHOOPED)

“MAAAAAAMMMMOOOOONNN????”

Mammon💛

Could learn a thing or two from MC, had some strong clap backs

Is counting his money when OUT OF NOWHERE MC just starts incanting a literal curse

Literally has his quaking in his boots dude, like he’s genuinely terrified

He can’t keep up with anything she’s saying and feels like his time to die has come

Doesn’t say A WORD when she calms down, jumps when she starts apologizing for reacting like that

“W-w-what happened? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )”

“I LOST 10 GRAND IN BLACK JACK! ITS FUCKING RIGGED!”

Is genuinely more cautious for a while, kind of traumatized him

Mammon thought it’d be a great Idea to take her to meet one of his witches, MC already didn’t like her but listen to this

First thing the witch said was “Aren’t you that Mexican transfer student or whatever?”

(‘Oooh Ms. Girl you fucked up’)

Leviathan💙

Wishes he could have MCs confidence, ‘how does she respond like that 0•0’

He’s reading Manga while MC just lost on the same level for the 5th time

Accidentally shifts to his demon for he got so scared

Has to whip his tail up and grab the controller before she could slam it, genuinely terrified for his well being

Once she calms down she goes to give him a hug, to help with her frustration

*PANICS* “I-I can h-help you with that level, if y-you want..”

MC watches as he beats it with ease and heaves a sigh of relief, literally such a stupid game

Gets just as offended as MC when somebody said “I went to Mexico on vacation once, what was it like growing up there?”

Will let her handle it and he’ll be her Moral Support <3

Satan💚

Loved that MC was always ready, he was like that too being the Avatar of Wrath

Is genuinely amused when MC burst out swearing because she got a bad grade, he actually thought it was hilarious

Thinks of like a game to keep up with everything she’s shouting, makes her more upset

“What the fuck are you laughing at juemadre de la-“

“You’re Hot when you’re mad, Did you know that?”

Makes her go silent immediately, why is he like this, making people wanna act up on DIAVOLO

When they’re BOTH mad at something it’s like a f*cking BOMB RAID bro

They both just keep adding more, even when Satans speaking a Demon Dialect and MC is speaking Spanish LMAOO

When an arrogant soul decides to purposely mislabel MC as Mexican, the fool needs to count his seconds with MC and Satan both getting on his ass

Asmodeus💞

Has always liked the spunk MC had, it entertained him to watch her bicker with his brothers

Surprised, but not happy AT ALL with the fact that MC could blow up like that

Gets on MC for lashing out, “MC! THIS IS TERRIBLE FOR YOUR SKIN, DO YOU WANT WRINKLES?”

Gets MC to tell him what made her loose her cool like that

“That stupid b*tch from class posted saying “That Mexican transfer student isn’t pretty enough to be this annoying”

Almost explodes as bad as MC did

“MS. GIRL SHE SAID WHAT? Lemme hop on Devilgram and end her career real quick💖”

Devilgram post- Asmodeus 19:34: “Aw sweetie, Not everybody can be as gorgeous as MC and muah, but don’t go trying to drag her in the dirt with you. Filthy🥱”

No mercy on the haters💔

Beelzebub🧡

Like Asmo, found it entertaining to see MC bicker with his brothers every now and then

MC just couldn’t keep calm anymore when she messed up the recipe she was working on AGAIN

Beel becomes more concerned than scared, ‘Is she ok? :(‘

Gets up to hug MC, hoping it’ll help calm her down a bit

She explains that she kept ruining the dessert no matter how hard she tried

“MC, it’s ok to do it wrong, because it helps you learn how to do it right :)”

She’s tried again, except this time with Beel to help her :)

Gets upset when someone defaults MC as Mexican, knowing how much she hates it

He may be a teddy bear but man don’t f*ck with his Chef

Belphegor💜

Thought MC was amusing with the way she made sure everyone knew she wouldn’t take any BS

MC just happened to stub her toe while Belphie was sleeping, and now he’s awake, and heated

“What the f*ck happened?”

Is actually more concerned than upset, she wouldn’t lash out like that for no reason

When MC explains that a picture of her in the RAD Catalog still ended up being there even though she made it clear she was against it

“Oh, MC- you look good in every photo, I wouldn’t be upset about it”

Assures her it’s not a big deal and then invites her to come take a nap with him

Will mean mug the f*ck out of anyone who assumes MC is Mexican, because he finds extremely disrespectful (as it is)

Might commit homicide if they keep saying Mexican but I ain’t no snitch

Diavolo♥️

At first took MC as disrespectful, but learned it was only when she felt she was being disrespected (then by all means, go off)

Surprisingly, Diavolo speaks Spanish, but he still kind of struggles to keep up

He’s just laughing the whole time too, like MC isn’t furious

Later, MC calmly explains just some random student pissed her off again

“Who is this student you say? Do I need to have a chat with them as the Demon Lord of The Devildom? :)?”

Dia actually admires how passionate MC is about her home country, agrees that it’s disrespectful to mislabel someone

Because he can, Dia starts to learn about Colombian culture and throwing parties just for MC

Starts saying shit like “politas pa la rumba!” (I’ll buy beers for everyone¿) just to sound cool to MC

Barbatos💟

Barb doesn’t understand how someone could be so beautiful but so hostile sometimes, overall doesn’t really mind though

Is surprised that such things could conde from MC, kind of chuckles thinking about it

He figured he should try and step in to calm the situation

“Is there anything I can do to ease you, MC?”

It ended up being that Diavolo was completely ignoring her and brushing her aside when he never did that with Solomon

Asks if she’d like him to talk to Dia about it, since he may approach it better than she will

Barb will quietly correct anybody who believes her to be Mexican, just so MC won’t have to deal with their arrogance herself

Takes his free time and makes dishes from Colombia, or Colombian themed cookies or cupcakes to make MC happy :)

Simeon🤍

Is trying to teach MC better ways to respond to idiots, more Angelic ways

When MC blows up for the first time in front of him, the literal shock she sent him into omfg

*GASP* “MC?! WHY ARE YOU SAYING SUCH VILE THINGS?”

Like, HELLOOO? SHE DARES TO SAY SUCH THINGS IN AN ANGELS PRESENCE?

Helps to calm her down after showing distaste for her words

“You’re lips are to beautiful to speak such sinful things”

Will go on to give MC a long but kind lecture about why exploding like that is bad for her Aura and whatever

Will politely make it known that someone was wrong for assuming MC is Mexican, does get a bit irritated though

He now goes up to MC when she’s getting upset, to remind her to breathe and comfort her with a deep hug :)

“See? It’s ok MC~ just breathe in and out for me, ok? :)”

Solomon⚛️

Will piss MC off on purpose just to see her pop off, he LOVES it

Literally her #1 cheerleader when she blows up, adding on to what she’s upset about

“Period MC” “No way she said that! What a fugly b*tch” “Right, she’s just a hater”

Hypes her up all the time, even when she’s obviously in the wrong

Sol needs ALL the tea, pulls up like “who we talking shit about?”

Will get on someone’s ass just because, now think about when someone mislabels MC😳💥

Gives MC a sense of pride hearing him say “Cagué” when he messes up a potion, he obviously picked that up from her

Luke⛅️

Gets kinda (really) scared when MC becomes a little aggressive

Actually bursts out crying because he was scared MC was mas at him

MC traumatized this kid so bad, he ran to Simeon like he was getting chased be some demons

“M-m-mom is really m-mad and *sobs* I’m s-scared *sobs more*”

MC IMMEDIATELY feels super bad because she scared away his soul

Simeon, having talked to her about it already, mouthed “Apologize now.” In a very not polite manner, kinda scaring MC too🚫🧢

Has MC apologizing PROFUSELY, trying to explain it wasn’t Luke’s fault

Once he calms down, they go to bake cookies like usual, except this time he’s sniffing the whole time :( 💔

I really hope this fit what you asked for :( </3

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f33itan · 3 years

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alsooo for the event: so ig before a relationship its kinda hard for me to fully trust and open up to someone, so I might kinda push away my feelings yknow ? but I think once I do start to trust that person more, it'll be easier for me to open up to them. im honestly a rlly sappy person with the people I love, but im a little shy with giving any kind of affection at first (idky but I get embarrassed jdjjfj). I loveee receiving it, though lol. it could be a simple hug or compliment and I just get so happy hehe. I start to get more affectionate when I start getting comfortable with someone. Ill always give compliments, hug a lot moreee, and etc. Also im RLLYYY affectionate at night LMAO. like it'll be 3: 23 am and I'll just send someone some long ass paragraph on why I love them 💀💀 ill start to lose that shy side the more comfortable I get, too. I could be pretty loud sometimes and I loveeee joking around n shit lol. but I do love those quiet moments with someone u trust bc everything is just so calm and comfortable and ♥︎_♥︎ LOL. extra: im hellaaaaa loyal w the ppl I love (hope this wasn't tooo long)

the character I want is as u know phinkssss hehe. can I request 9, 10, OR 37 (im giving u the honors of picking which one bc im terrible at decisions :PP). TY MUAH and congrats again !!!

Ty for the congratulating Jay!! muah muah >3<

Sorry if he's a bit ooc! -w-

10. Spooning at Night

Reader : Gender Neutral!

Type : Oneshot for 200 Follower Milestone!

"Man, when's Phinks gonna get here?" You yawned and looked at the clock. 2:45 am. Your boyfriend was supposed to get here in the evening, but his mission seemed to be stretching longer than planned. Stretching and lying down on the couch, you grabbed the remote and flipped through channels until you got to [favorite show]. As you were about to doze off, you heard someone fumbling with the locks. Drowsily getting up from the couch you walked towards the front door and saw Phinks standing in an almost nervous manner.

"What took you so long? You said *yawn* you'd be here in the evening!"

"Sorry [your name], mission took an, um, unexpected turn." Rubbing the back of his neck Phinks pulled you back into the house and carried you to the bedroom. He lazily changed and plopped down on his side while you were already falling asleep. Just as he was getting comfortable he felt you scoot closer to him and mutter the word 'warm'. He quietly chuckled and wrapped his arms around you holding you close to him and glad to be back.

In the morning you woke up first, but when you tried to get up you felt two muscular arms wrapped around you. Turning yourself around you hugged your boyfriend and fell back asleep, spooning shifting to cuddling and your drowsy expression to a smile.

#Phinks #Phinks Magcub #Phinks x reader #hxh #Hunter x Hunter #Phantom troupe #Genei Ryodan

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chateautae · 3 years

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hey sammy,, you can totally call me sunshine anon!! 🤍

also butter made me go feral. not even kidding. LOOK AT EACH ONE OF THEM OMG THEY LOOK SO HOT 🥵 Idk why but I really like butter more than I liked Dynamite on a first listen, I think it's because of the energy in butter that's just more addictive on a first listen? I don't know how to put it lmao.

Your twitter header is bomb, btw. You're just radiating immaculate vibes if that makes sense hskdhnfe

I hope the pain in your arm and overall pain has reduced as well, take care okay. and sleep well or else you'll see a really obvious intruder in your house at 4 am who will put you to sleep 😃

love, 🌞

AHH hi sunshine anon!! That's such an adorable name akslajsak and please.. I'm so serious nobody understands how terribly I was shaking on the floor during the music video like i was not sTaBLE holy shit. They all looked absolutely gorgeous and I cannot wait for the performances they have in store for us HHHHHH and yes!! I think Butter has a more fast-paced and upbeat sound? The tempo is much faster than Dynamite and its bassline is more prominent, so it just feels like a sudden burst of energy I LOVE IT SO MUCH and it totally has crack on it for sure, the only crime is that I can't fucking loop it lmao. AHH THANK YOU THANK YOU my twt layout is acc very sexy and I'm hella proud of it 😌

Yes babes my vaccine related pain and sickness is all gone I'm okay!! AND YES SJSLAJ I WILL SLEEP ON TIME I HAVE WORK IN THE MORNING and you take care of yourself too sunshine anon!! Muah muah 💓 <3 xoxo

#inbox #sunshine anon!!#sammy files

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trashforeverythingdotcom · 5 years

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Wanderlust

A/n: sksksksk. I’m a VSCO girl now. And I oop-- And I oop--. M’kay. So I took a DNA test, turns out I’m 29% Kyle, 29% Jimmy, 14% Ike, 14% Nichole, 7% Clyde, 4% Big Gay Al, and 4% Thumper the Ski Instructor. Just thought you guys should know. As always, I hope you enjoy the chapter, I love y’all (no homo or hetero) and yeah. Spooky Season is starting up in a few days which means ABC Family/Freeform is safe to watch again. There was literally no point to this “author’s note”, I just wrote it to talk shit. That’s sad.

Warnings: You know the drill.

Word Count: 5960

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Chapter 4

Alucard was the first to notice that the humans in the group had woken up. He really didn’t want them to see him and Rory cuddled up to each other. “I’m going to go look for another book, do you want me to find you one as well?” He asked, not really giving Aurora time to process the fact that he’d just stood up. As a matter of fact, she was so unaware he’d gotten up, that she kind of just fell over. Her left cheek kissed the floor. She awkwardly sat back up. “Um… Yes, please? If you don’t mind?”

As much as he’d enjoyed his time with Rory that night, he didn’t want to hear, what he was sure would be endless teasing coming from the human half of the group. He wasn’t in the mood for it, nor did he feel that he had the time for it. “Sypha, I’m going out for a bit, do you mind opening the door for me later?” He heard her say, not bothering to tear his eyes away from the book he’d stuffed his nose into. He was curious to know why she was leaving, but figured that wouldn’t go far and would, in turn be fine. She probably needed some time alone. Outside.

However, half an hour passed, and she wasn’t back.

Another half an hour passed, and she still wasn’t back.

Two hours passed and she still wasn’t back. “Sypha,” Alucard called as calmly as possibly could, though, he was getting very antsy. Whilst being confident she could take care of herself based of her progress in training, he didn’t feel comfortable in just leaving her to fend for herself.

“Yes?” The unsuspecting red-head called back, not caring to take her nose out of the book she was skimming through.

“Did Aurora tell you where she was heading, exactly?”

Trevor poked his head around the bookcase where the dhampir stood, said head was rather close to the man’s chest. The brunet looked up at him with the biggest grin he could muster, “are you worried, lover-boy? Muah muah muah.” He baited, making kissy noises at the end of his little question.

Alucard glowered at the man-child, pressing his hand on Trevor’s face and applying just enough force to push him away and not cause terrible harm to his hairy face, head, or neck.

Sypha sighed, they were always picking on one another. It was stupid, in her opinion; not that anyone asked. “I don’t know where she is, actually. She didn’t tell me, she just said she’d be back in a bit.”

“Open the door for me when I get back, then.”

“Huh?” He was gone.

By this time, the female dhampir had the time of her life. She was out living her best life. Or, at least, making the best out of it, considering the current state of it and the surrounding circumstances. Aurora had sun-bathed for a bit and had gone sight-seeing. Her plan was to take a quick bath in a lake, if she was able to find one, and then catch a wild boar that she’d been keeping her eyes on. Her plan was to catch it and take back it to the group. She wanted to use its blood to feed herself and the other dhampir and then cook some ham for Trevor and Sypha. None of them had eaten for a bit, so she thought it’d be nice to bring them some food. Much to her disappointment, she hadn’t yet found a sitting body of water. According to Adrian, rivers weren’t safe for, what she described as, ‘happy vampire bath time’, because running water was one of the things that could kill them. Aurora thought it was stupid, but she wasn’t going to risk her life just because something sounded dumb to her.

She walked and walked and walked until she stumbled upon a lake. Bingo, she thought once she got there. The woman took her book bag off her person and opened it. It had everything she had packed for her now ruined trip since she hadn’t really taken anything out of it except for her headphones. Quickly, she pulled out a pair of black sweatpants, black tank top and underwear. She closed the bag up and set the clothes on top of it. She was a bit bothered that she didn’t have a towel on her, but it wasn’t like she was prepared for what happened. Fortunately, she did pack small bottles of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner into her bag. That quickly brought her mood back up. Her shorts and panties were the first to go, soon followed by her shirt and bra. Into the lake she went without giving it a second thought. She practically ran in. She hadn’t taken a bath in what felt like days. Apparently, getting to a library was more important than taking baths daily and they did it every other day instead of when it was necessary in her eyes. She had been alternating between two outfits the entire time.

Another half hour passed, but she hadn’t noticed, she was too busy floating around and lathering her dirty clothes in soap to pay attention to anything. She did know that quite some time had passed because when she looked down at her hands, she saw that the skin had shriveled up like prunes. That was when she decided to step out and get dressed.

And that was when she heard it, “there you are, what took you so long–?” It was Adrian. And he’d just seen her naked. He turned around and cleared his throat, “sorry about that.”

Aurora’s reaction was delayed due to the shock. She let out a shriek, covering herself to the best of her abilities with the clothes she’d hand-washed in the lake. “Oh my goodness, look away, you creep!”

“I am looking away. I have been for the past two minutes.” He defended himself blindly while he waited for her to put her clothes back on. All the while, she was going on about how embarrassing this was for her and how he should’ve told her he was coming.

“You can turn around now.” She grumbled, putting her book bag on and walking over to him with her wet clothes balled up in her fist. “You see that boar over there?” She pointed with that very hand.

“Yes.”

“Catch it and carry it all the way back to the hold, and I’ll consider us even.”

“Why do you want me to catch a boar?”

“For starters, I’m hungry. With that being said, I’m sure you’re all hungry, too. Catch it.”

The man sighed, she did make a fair point. Ever since they’d gotten to the library, they hadn’t really left it. Remembering that she was still getting used to being a vampire and not as good at controlling herself as him, it was a good idea to fetch themselves a quick meal to take back. Or, in their case, drink on the way back.

“Finally, what took you so long?” Sypha complained once she’d opened the door for the two dhampirs and they’d made it all the way down the stairs and into the main building. The words Sypha used brought the feeling of embarrassment back for Aurora and she looked away, not letting her eyes meet the other woman’s face. Sypha paid no mind to that and looked at the other dhampir. She noticed what Adrian was carrying and saw that her previous question had been answered without the need to speak.

“Is that a–?”

“Boar? Yes.”

“Bon appétit, y’all.” Aurora cut in, giving Adrian a look as if to say ‘put it down’. He didn’t quite catch that.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Maybe she wants you to…” Trevor then proceeded to kiss the air and make loud kissy noises. No one laughed at his great joke and instead focused on the dead animal in Adrian’s hands.

“Haha, very funny,” she laughed sarcastically, not at all amused by his piss poor attempt at making a joke. After seeing the vampire hunter flip the birdie at her, she turned her attention back to the dhampir. “I was trying to tell you to put the pig down.”

“Ah.” The blond smiled awkwardly and set the dead animal down on a table. His eyebrows furrowed, “if that were the case, you should have said so.”

A gasp escaped the brunet’s mouth once he realised he’d forgotten to ask, what he deemed, an important question. “Did you bring me a drink?”

“No? I’m sorry, I’ll go and get–”

“No,” Adrian interjected, “he’s a man. He can go get himself a drink if he really wants one. Maybe have Sypha conjure up some water for you? That’s what you really need. That and some exercise.” He patted his stomach as if you insinuate that Trevor was developing a sexy case of potbelly. Aurora gasped. If Trevor hadn’t felt the burn, she certainly did for him.

“Do you need to argue like children all the time?” Sypha grumbled. Their playful banter always got on her nerves. Or, at least it seemed that way. She did find it amusing at times, this was one of those times, but she didn’t want them to know she was enjoying it. If she laughed, she felt that would encourage them to verbally abuse each other even though that was far from the case.

The other woman in the room laughed at her comment, “boys will be boys, no?”

“I guess,” the speaker sighed, stuffing her face back into the book she had in her hands. No one cooked the wild pig, so no one ate from the wild pig. Except, of course, for the bloodsuckers in the vicinity. Hours had passed, the sun had gone down and has been replaced by the shining moon and stars around it; and still, no one ate. They were all so busy working, they’d forgotten to eat. Occasionally, the stomachs of the more vulnerable species would growl, but they didn’t budge from their jobs. And the moment it stopped growling, their hunger slipped from their minds.

“I’ve got the mirror working,” Adrian announced after hours of listening to everyone else flip pages and, in Trevor’s case, eat shit. Being that it was very quiet in that underground library, there was no way he hadn’t been heard. The vampire hunter’s head perked up at the news and he immediately stood up from the corner he’d been sitting in and ran over to the center of the bottom-most floor of the basement. Sypha did the same, closing the book she had in her hands. Aurora could hear the distinction in their footsteps, Trevor’s were heavy and quick while Sypha’s were light and slow. Unlike the other two, the teenager stayed where she was, not caring enough to get up and investigate. She continued to read her book and ignore everyone else to the best of her ability.

Trevor was the first to speak out of the human pair, “so, we’re looking at Dracula’s evil lair?”

“His study,” Adrian corrected.

“Same thing,” he argued, staring at the mirror before him. “Looks like daddy’s home.” The room was fairly empty until more people stepped into the study. The three of them watched intently as their enemies spoke.

“That can’t be right… She looks just like Aurora,” Trevor mumbled.

“That must be her sister,” said Sypha. “But why is she there?”

“I don’t know, but Aurora mustn’t find out about it yet, she may not react positively.” Adrian warned, but it was too late. Rory had already heard what he had said and she was already there, standing behind them. They hadn’t really noticed it until a book went flying and the mirror shattered. A gasp escaped Sypha’s lips as the glass shattered and fell to the ground along with the book that was used to destroy it and the mirror’s wooden frame. “Aurora!” The woman scolded.

“You fucking piece of shit,” the female dhampir cried. “You were going to keep this from me? You? Of all people? Of all things?”

Adrian tried to calm her down, “Rory–”

“Shut the fuck up!” She slapped him and punched him, pounding her fists against his chest. And he let her. “You don’t get to say shit. I fucking hate you.” She repeated as she hit him relentlessly without holding back any of her strength. Adrian grabbed her wrists and she pushed him, successfully managing to get out of his grip. “Don’t fucking touch me.” She stormed off.

“That bitch broke the fucking mirror,” Trevor spoke with severe hostility.

“It’s not an issue, I can fix the mirror again,” Adrian sighed, trying his best to ignore the fact that the vampire hunter had just insulted the girl needlessly.

“It’s an issue because that bitch just delayed the fucking process… Again.” He spat once more. The dhampir’s nostrils flared.

“Call her that one more time,” he threatened. Of course Trevor, being Trevor, wasn’t just going to back off and watch his mouth, instead, he said exactly what he was warned not to say; unsurprisingly earning himself a swift punch in the face. The vampire hunter fell straight down. “Fuck, that hurt.” He groaned, rubbing his cheek and backside simultaneously.

“Yes, well. Maybe next time you’ll watch your mouth,” Sypha lectured as she helped him up. “Go talk to her.”

Adrian shook his head, “she’ll need her space for a bit. I’ll speak to her when she’s calmed down…” “She needs you now.” “Yes, well. We’re back at square one with this damned mirror and I would very much like to get work. It shouldn’t take long now that I know I was able to and how. She can wait.” “Alucard--” “Please, just… Let me think for a moment.”

Sypha took a deep breath before she scolded the brunet. “Trevor, that was very rude of you.”

“She shouldn’t have broken the mirror.” The simple human shrugged.

“Well, how would you feel?” Sypha questioned, only getting a sigh in return as the vampire hunter sat up. “What would you want me to do?” He complained as if there were no options left for him. As if apologising to the teenager weren’t an option. Because it wasn’t, at least not to him. In his mind, he did nothing wrong. It wasn’t like he’d insulted the girl to her face.

“Say you’re sorry, maybe?” “For what?” “There’s just no getting through to you, is there? You called her a bitch, Trevor.” “Not like I said it to her.” “No, but I’m sure she heard it. Now go apologise,” and when Trevor didn’t budge, Sypha didn’t either. “Now.” She demanded.

Trevor sighed, this was so unnecessary. It wasn’t like he jumped in the mirror and killed her sister, for Christ’s sake. Why were these damned women so sensitive? He grumbled the whole way up the stairs and cursed when couldn’t find her at first. So annoying, he thought as he walked past different bookshelves whilst glancing to see if she was there. He found her at the end of one of the bookshelves, the second to last bookshelf on that floor, sitting on the floor. He didn’t notice her when he walked by it initially until he heard her sniffle. “Hey, uh, listen,” he called, catching the brunette’s attention. She wiped her face before lifting her head up to focus on the human that stood in front of her. “I, er, wanted to say that I’m sorry. Very, very sorry. Deeply sorry. I wasn’t thinking and what I did was terrible.” Aurora’s eyebrows knitted themselves together and her eyes squinted as they gazed up at the man. “And what did you do, exactly?” She crossed her arms, curious to hear what he’d tell her. “Well, I, er--” “Now it’s your turn to listen. I don’t want a half-assed apology. If you don’t want to say sorry or you don’t really know what you’re apologising for, don’t worry about it. We’re good.” Trevor sighed in relief, “oh, thank God.” He slumped down and sat next to her on the ground.

The girl scoffed, “not so good with apologies, huh?” “Eh, you can say that,” he chuckled. “Not a people person?” he shook his head, “me neither.” The vampire hunter took this as an opportunity to mimic the girl and scoffed, “yes, you are. You can talk your ass off.” “And here comes the pot calling the kettle black.”

He was stumped, he didn’t know what that phrase meant. Of course he wouldn’t, it wasn’t in common use at this point in the timeline. It probably hadn’t even been thought up yet. Aurora caught onto that when he looked at her like a lost puppy. He was about to ask, himself, when she took the liberty to explain it, “it means you’re being a hypocrite. You’re saying I have to be good at socialising because I talk a lot when you talk a lot as well.” “I guess we’re similar in some ways.” “Oh, please no. You’re the last person I want to have things in common with.” “That was uncalled for,” Trevor chuckled, stopping abruptly when a thought crossed his mind. Aurora was still giggling when he started back up, “you know…” her head turned. “I didn’t get to grow up with my family…” “Yeah, we all know that, Trev.” “Shush, you’re ruining my moment.” She rolled her eyes while he quickly cleared his throat and tried to get serious again. “What I was trying to say before you rudely interrupted me was that I see you fuckers as my family, because you lot are the closest thing I’ve had to family in years. Alucard is my smart mouthed brother, you’re my incredibly annoying little sister…” “Gee, thanks,” she commented sarcastically. “And Sypha is… Sypha.” Aurora snorted, knowing all too well that Sypha wasn’t ‘just Sypha’ to him. Sypha wasn’t a random person in the little make-shift family he had. He loved her too much for that. He cared for her in an entirely different way than he cared for the dhampirs in the group. If Sypha were to have a role in his family, the role would be as that girl next door that he’s known for quite a bit. The girl next door that had become his friend. The girl next door that he’d fallen in love with. And everyone knew that. Everyone knew he liked her in more of a romantic manner. It was more than obvious. To everyone except Sypha herself. Funny how that worked. “You love her,” the teenager whispered. It wasn’t a question like Trevor had thought initially, it was a statement.

The vampire hunter did know how to respond at first, he rubbed the back of his head nervously and avoided eye contact. He was flustered and his face gave it away without even trying to conceal it. “Don’t try to deny it, lying isn’t a cute look for you.” The dhampir pulled her phone out. She wasn’t going to use it-- she couldn’t, the battery was long dead. She just twirled it around like she would a fidget spinner. She had a fidget spinner in her bag but her phone was closer. She turned her head to look at the man again. He was stuttering up a storm, it was evident he was struggling to speak; but Aurora knew what he wanted to say already. Or rather, ask. “You want to know how I know?” He nodded. “It’s more than obvious, bro. You’re like, up her ass twenty-five eight. You guys cuddle up to each other when you sleep and shit, did you know that? Well, you should since you wake up the same way you fall asleep. Anyway, Addy knows it too. The only one that doesn’t is Sypha. Don’t worry, your not-so-secretive secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you.” “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to sulk in peace.” She looked at Trevor as if to say ‘get the fuck away,’ but he didn’t quite catch that. She wiggled her eyebrows, nodded her head in different directions but nothing. He still didn’t get it, he just sat there. Or maybe he did get it but secretly hoped she’d be the one to get up and go. “Um… Can you leave, please?” “Dammit, I was hoping you were gonna do that. I just got up here.” He complained. Bingo.

It’d been a few hours since she’d broken the mirror. Sypha and Trevor were sitting in their usual spot. Adrian had stopped working on that mirror for a bit. He was currently pacing around. Aurora stood by the vampire skull trophy case and stared into it, deep in thought. Marisol was on the opposite side of the playing field. Behind enemy lines in the war she got dragged into. Rory’s breath quickened– and now she was hyperventilating. She felt so little, so powerless. Helpless. She now had to choose between her sister and the human race. She couldn’t bear the thought of her sister dying. She couldn’t bear the possibility of it being there when it happened, to see the girl die when her life had barely started. It was terrifying.

She felt two strong arms wrap themselves securely around her waist. Aurora knew exactly who it was. Trevor wasn’t much of a hugger, Sypha was shorter, and they were both asleep so it wasn’t really difficult to pinpoint who it was. “She’s going to end up being one of these, isn’t she?” She was referring to the skulls, implying that her sister was going to die, whether they were going to be the ones to do the job or not. She could feel Adrian’s chin on her left shoulder and looked at him through the reflection that came off the glass. She could feel his breath on her neck as he spoke, “I can't even begin to imagine what you might be feeling at this very moment.” Although she took great comfort in his affectionate gestures, she wasn’t satisfied with what he had to say and she wasn’t happy with the way he’d handled things earlier in the night when he found out her sister was with his father.

Aurora shoved his hands off her and turned to face him, “we’re not alright.” She began, “this isn’t okay. What you did wasn’t okay. And what you’re doing now isn’t fine, either.”

“I have not stated otherwise,” he was hurt. He was hurt, but he hid it well. This wasn’t about him. His feelings didn’t matter at this very moment. This was the time for him to try and patch things up with someone that was important to him. Her feelings mattered most. He’d spend his time alone to let his anger simmer down for this reason. To be able to have her dump her emotional baggage on him without the risk of piling more unnecessary cargo on. He wasn’t exactly pleased with her before this very moment. His work had been shattered and destroyed right when he’d gotten it done, so of course he wasn’t feeling up to speaking with her immediately after.

“You were going to hide it from me.”

“Not for long… Just until I figured out how to tell you.”

“Until you figured out how to tell me my sister’s gonna die.”

It was at this moment he realised she wasn’t actually upset with him. She was devastated because she was starting to grasp the fact that this entire situation was risky and that her sister’s like was at risk along with it. Seeing her with whom she perceived as the enemy, plotting, scheming to help bring about the end of times. Helping bring about the erasing of their reality, their way of life, their mere existence. It wasn’t right. And to be frank, Alucard was scared shit-less knowing that her sister was in cahoots with his father. The fact that she was from the future, providing him with information to help him in his crusade against humanity added more pressure onto him. He didn’t have much room for error. Not that he did before, but Marisol was the nail in Dracula’s coffin. Dracula definitely needed to die now.

Regardless of his own concerns, he took the initiative to try to comfort her. “You don’t know that… She didn’t appear to be there as a prisoner.”

“Yeah, but she’ll end up dead, anyway. You guys are so hell bent on ending this war that you’ll kill whoever you have to kill. Including my sister. And me, should I decide to get in your way.”

Adrian didn’t respond, not knowing exactly what to say. Aurora sighed and used her telekinetic powers to unsheathe the man’s sword which had been lying around far from them, on the other side of the underground structure. “I’d rather not be around to see her die.”

“Aurora, what are you–”

“She’s all I have left, Al. If she dies, I’m nothing. I’ll have no one,” she cried. That was when he saw the sword flying straight toward her head, blade first, at a very high speed. Aurora closed her eyes and waited for the sword to plunge into her skull. Seconds passed and she opened her eyes. She was obviously still alive, much to her confusion. And he was pissed. He felt like she’d just slapped him in the face all over again. Here he was, giving her all of his care, all of his affection, all of his attention, and she had the audacity to insinuate that she’d be utterly alone if her sister died? He was working hard to find and kill the man that raised him, often times, putting that on hold to spend time with her and check to see how she’s doing; and she says that she has no one but her sister? After he’d put in a lot of work to make her feel like she had someone to talk to? It made him feel like complete shit. He was genuinely upset that he’d expressed his love for her in many different ways, many of which were very out of character for him, and they all went unnoticed and that she still felt like she had to deal with things all on her lonesome. And this time, he wasn’t going to be silent about it. He wanted to originally, but then she decided she wanted to give up and he wasn’t having that. If he wasn’t giving up, there was no way in hell that he would let her do give up either. He was filled with so many emotions, he felt like he could explode. He was like a soda bottle that had been shaken pretty well, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to slowly twist the cap off, slowly letting out gas as they twisted before outright dumping everything on top of them. “You’re so fucking stupid,” the male dhampir began, tossing the sword to the side, not exactly caring about where it landed.

“What did you just say to me?” Aurora challenged. “So now you’re deaf? I called you stupid. You’re deaf and stupid.” “And you’re an asshole.” “Yeah? Well, fuck you.” He walked closer to her. “No, fuck you.” She pushed him back. “You have no idea how irritating you’re being right now. I’ve done so much to show you that I care about you a lot. I’ve done so much to show you that I want you to be with me. I’ve told you I wanted you to stay. I’ve done so much to show you that you can speak to me whenever you’re feeling like shit and you don’t care. If you feel alone, that’s because you want to feel alone. You’ve been such a good friend to me, you’ve moved me, you’ve…” He had to stop momentarily; his throat was closing up and tears were welling up in his eyes. A few escaped and fell down his cheeks. “You’ve made me feel things I didn’t believe were possible for me to feel, especially in this period of time. I looked forward to being with you after this all ended. You’re all I have to look forward to.”

Aurora’s gaze softened as she stared up at the man, tears started to stream down her own face at the sight of him. She stepped closer to him and lifted her hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks and wiping his tears with her thumbs. It was true, she wasn’t being the most logical about the situation. And to just blatantly say that she would have no such thing as a companionship if her sister were to die was again, stupid. He’d practically been her best friend ever since they met and had been there for her when she was going through her moments of depression. He’d taught her about the many different aspects of her vampiric abilities and trained her to perfect said abilities as much as she could. She couldn’t help but feel ashamed of herself for bringing him pain. “I’m sorry, Adrian...”

Adrian looked down at the woman and wrapped his arms around her once again. “I understand your concern for your sister, but a suicide attempt won’t solve anything. To do such a thing, it’s-- it’s… It’s so fucking selfish. To do that to yourself, to do that to your sister, to do that to your mother, to do that to me…” He clutched onto her tightly. “Do you know how devastated everyone would be?” “I’m sorry,” she repeated, starting to sniffle as her nose got stuffed with snot. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “It’s alright… I just need you to know that I care about you even if you think otherwise.” The female dhampir nodded and rested the left side of her face flat on his chest.

“You won’t kill her, right?” She asked meekly.

Once again, the dhampir shook his head. Of course he wouldn’t, deep down, she knew all along that he wouldn’t. “I can’t. She means too much to you and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself with the knowledge that I took her away from you.”

“God, I love you,” she whispered without even registering her last thought had poured out of her mouth. When she did, she made no effort to take it back. She didn’t want to look up at him. If she did, she feared that he’d see just how desperate she was to hear him say that he loved her too. She waited and couldn’t help but feel foolish for thinking, even for a second, that he loved her the way she loved him.

They embraced in stillness for a bit before Aurora felt Adrian’s body shake. Curious, she looked up to see fresh tears were falling down his face and he was laughing hysterically; her eyebrows knitted themselves back together. “Are you okay? What’s so funny?” “You are,” he continued to laugh. “What were you so anxious about?” “Don’t worry about it.” “I love you too. Although I’m not sure if you meant it in the way that I mean it, I love you.” “You mean as friends?” “If that’s how you meant it, then this will be quite embarrassing,” he answered, pulling out a necklace from his pocket. It was rather simple, but the simplicity of it made it more beautiful all on it’s own. The gold chain was paired with a ruby pendant that came in the shape of a teardrop. “This belonged to my mother…” He explained as he stepped back, reached down Aurora’s side and gently took her hand, bringing it up to her chin and placing the simple necklace onto her open palm. “It’s very important to me… You’re very important to me, so I’d like for you to have it.”

“Oh wow, I--” she looked down at the necklace, “thank you…” “It’s of no trouble to me… I had originally intended to give this to you in the morning but I think it’s better that I waited until now. Happy birthday, Aurora.” “You remembered,” she wanted to slap herself for having stated the obvious. But she couldn’t help it, she was happy. With everything that had been happening, he still remembered. “How could I not? You were babbling on about it when we first met. It was hard not to have it drilled into my head.” “I-- fuck you.” “We’re not even married yet and I am an honourable man. Trust me when I say, that will not be happening any time soon.” Aurora’s face was now flush red, “what do you mean we’re not married yet? We’re not even dating.” “I apologise, I made the assumption that we were now…” She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, “it wasn’t explicitly stated, so no. But if you really want to be with me, I wouldn’t mind it.” She shrugged, making an attempt at playing it cool. Alucard saw right through her but smiled back at her nonetheless.

He stepped closer to her once again and started to lean down, Aurora gulped. “May I kiss you?” The dhampir nodded as slowly as she could so she wouldn’t seem eager. She leaned up and he leaned down a bit further so their lips could meet.

Normally she was very cautious about things like this: dating, relationships, etc. She’d found it difficult to trust other people and bond with them. And if she had to be honest with herself, she never actually dated anyone. She had been so scared to give her heart away that whenever she had a ‘boyfriend’, she would keep them at arm’s length; she wouldn’t even hug them more than she had to. So everything piled on, one after the other, meant so much to her. Her first kiss was with someone she was actually willing to open her heart up to. That was why, when they’d pulled their lips apart from each other, she said, “thank you…”

The vampire shook his head, “to be honest, I should be thanking you.”

“For what?”

“I’ll tell you later,” he leaned down to kiss her forehead. Aurora was a bit mixed up by his answer. They’d already been deep in conversation for a while, why was he delaying his explanation now? She could hear the footsteps now, and it was starting to make sense to her. Trevor was on his way over to the new couple and Alucard didn’t want the man-child to make fun of them for having kissed his girlfriend. Was he embarrassed? No. He just wasn’t in the mood for Trevor’s smart mouth.

“Are you done crying and making out now? Your man’s got work to do, thanks to you.”

Adrian landed a quick little punch to the vampire hunter’s gut once he got close enough to do it. “Was that a ‘no’?” The bearded man groaned, wrapping his arms around his waist.

The dhampir didn’t necessarily respond, he just walked behind the brunet that was feeling a small, temporary pain. Aurora gently grabbed his hand and he stopped, Trevor kept walking. “You won’t regret giving me this, right? You don’t want to save it for someone else? Or at least, until you’re sure you want to give it to me?”

He couldn’t help but find himself feeling slightly offended. Did she really think he’d even consider giving this to someone else after the conversation they just had? Did she really think he hadn’t made up his mind about his feelings toward her after he expressed them? “I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to regret this.” Adrian cupped her face gently and kissed her forehead, “I won’t.”

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The Legend of Willow Slay, Part 10 - Art of Life

Looking up to the crimson leaves falling from the autumn sky, I have the feeling I'm being called by someone. Yes, by someone. I'm certain it was the voice of the only kind person That cried for my being asleep here.

- from “The Spirit Puppet, or Rather Her Love and Resuscitation”

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*whispers* So uh... I’m the reason for the hiatus in Willow Slay fics. S-sorry...

I can’t even begin to describe how honored I am to have the opportunity to contribute to Willow Slay’s story. There is something very special about taking a world you love and adding to it, especially when the tale carries elements of your own story. I see pieces of you in Willow, @thegoldensoundtwice. I sincerely hope with every fiber of my being that I have done her justice, matey. <3

Upon special request, here’s yet another my contribution/love letter/friendship ballad/blood contract to and with golden and @raphcrow and every matey who has gifted even the smallest bit of support to the insanity that has become the Redwall Hell AU. I notice your noticing and I am deeply grateful.

Please enjoy The Legend of Willow Slay, Part 10: Art of Life, in which the Great Deceiver attempts to show off his art, severely underestimating the power of friendship love. A lie carries terrible force, especially when it was born of a fragment of truth. Isn’t it strange how we tell ourselves the most creative lies? Sometimes, it takes the gentle voice of another to remind us of the whole truth.

Here’s the link to part nine of this story, in case anyone is curious. The photo on the right in the fifth image pair at this link is what the Lady is wearing during this fic (the Lady’s clothes brought to you by the jaw-droppingly gorgeous face of raphcrow *muah~*). Here is your mood music [1], [2], [3], here is the song that inspired the subtitle of this fic, and here is a song that sounds strangely similar to the one the gentle voice sings for her friends.

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A cloud of anxious tension hovered over the motely group assembled near the entrance gate to the Redwall Hell nightclub, the mood magnified by the melancholy drizzle of rain that had begun to fall from the murky, predusk sky. Tuskan crouched in the shadow of a massive rambling rosebush, ignoring the heavy droplets of water dripping down onto his head. He was closely watching the figure of Vulpuz lingering just outside the gate. The sodden fox had allowed himself to become almost fully engulfed by thorned vines, the natural guardians of the Lady’s lands. For a short time, he halfheartedly struggled against the constricting plants, the merciless thorns tearing off pieces of his fur and flesh.

“Must you insist on having your houseplants restrain me?” he inquired, voice dripping with sarcasm. “If you couldn’t tell, I am experiencing significant difficulty moving my limbs. This is hardly setting up to be a fair fight.”

The Lady shook a few water droplets from her radiant skirt, scattering dappled patterns of refracted light on the damp ground around her. “We have urgent business to attend to, hence the nightclub is now closed. Regular hours of operation will resume upon our return. You may come back another day, when I am willing to entertain you.”

Vulpuz frowned, flicking water off his nosetip with a toss of his head. “Actually, I think I’ll stay.”

The vines encircling the Great Vulpuz disentangled themselves from his body, retreating meekly back into the earth. The Lady and her company watched in stunned silence as the white fox straightened up, a curious light shining in his eyes. He began plucking broken thorns from his bloodied coat. “Isn’t the power to change one’s will a marvelous thing?” he mused, brushing debris off his cloak. “I came with the intent to destroy, but I have just now identified my purpose in being here.”

Vulpuz tossed away the last thorn and raised his head. Like an invisible arrow finding its target, Vulpuz directed the force of his will upon Willow Slay. The mink had been monitoring her own breathing, fighting to maintain her awareness against the ever-present call of the siren of bloodwrath. She felt the staggering increase in Vulpuz’s attention the second it shifted to her. The white fox’s scrutinizing weighed heavily on her, not unlike the looks of murderous bloodlust she once garnered in life. But Willow knew how best to deal with such rabble. She rolled her shoulders experimentally and exhaled, preparing to summon her beloved sword into her paw. However, the blade collapsed unheeded to the earth once it appeared. Willow’s mental focus had been broken.

For the first time since she had heard another creature’s bloodsong, utter silence confronted her soul. She could hear nothing, not even the gentle dampened flutter of the raindrops pattering against her ears. It was as though all sound had been swept away, leaving her standing in horrid stillness before the ruler of Hellgates. She felt the pulsing thunder of her heart pounding within her ribs, but no song issued forth from it. In panic, she pressed both paws against her chest. Her heart was there, of course, but it was mute, its voice stolen by some phantom thief. And there was only one thief in her midst.

Briefly, Willow met Vulpuz’s gaze. For eons to come, she was left with the distinct impression that his eyes had smiled at her, but her vision quickly shifted to encompass a figure that had appeared beyond the white fox. In the distance stood a brawny otter clothed in a long, belted tunic. A cowl hung over his head, shrouding the upper part of his face in shadow. Motionless, he watched Willow from afar, the rain dripping from the fringes of his garment. An ache from ages past suddenly tugged at Willow’s heart. Had she known this creature? Recognition struck her like a thunderbolt when the stranger brushed the hood off his head. An expression of deep sorrow and lingering regret painfully contorted the otter Fleck’s handsome face. A wave of guilt and concern washed over Willow, butterflies of confusion and doubt fluttering frantically in her stomach. Fleck? Fleck was here? She was relieved that he had come in answer to her calling, but why was he so grieved? Utterly forgetting herself and her friends, Willow stumbled ahead, her voice a desperate cry, “Fleck!”

Like the climactic events of a terrible comedy, several things happened all at once. The Lady, recognizing the foul intent of the illusion beckoning to Willow, reached out a paw to clasp the mink’s shoulder. It was a vain attempt. Willow slipped out of her grasp, breaking into a run when the image of Fleck turned his back to her and began to walk away. A gasp caught in Nivedita’s throat, her words eerily jarring as she lurched forward, shouting a warning, “Willow, wait!” The Wearet, now fully formed, gathered itself in an enormous leap and bounded towards Willow, intending to tackle her before she reached the gate. Tuskan emerged from the cover of the rosebush, prompted into action by Nivedita’s heart-rending call. He sprinted up next to her in time to watch in shocked silence as Willow breezed through the gate, the Wearet’s paw harmlessly grazing the tip of her tail. A moan of anguish escaped the Wearet’s scarred muzzle, his massive form hitting the ground with an indelible thud. Not one of them had successfully kept Willow from passing the outer threshold of the nightclub, the boundary line of the Lady’s sphere of protection against the waiting embrace of Vulpuz’s evil power.

Willow’s momentum carried her several paces away from the gate before she slowed to a walk, her movements uncharacteristically stiff and jerky. She said nothing, her mesmerized gaze fixed on the fading figure of Fleck. She would have continued walking had Vulpuz not side-stepped into her path. Willow came to an abrupt halt like a creature ordered to stand at attention, her posture uncomfortably straight and rigid. Grinning from ear to ear, Vulpuz drew alongside her.

“My silence beckons you,” he whispered. “Come. Let us speak in private, as two beasts who intimately understand one another.”

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Willow Slay was alone, hopelessly consumed by the riotous tide of red mists that constituted her bloodwrath world. Unable to stem the flow of tears trickling down her cheeks, the mink curled up into a tight ball, abandoning herself to her sorrow. She had given up fighting to push the lingering images of Fleck from her mind. The grief written clear across his face. The decisive, forlorn manner with which he had slowly turned his back on her. How he had refused to even cast one glance over his shoulder as she chased after him, her very soul screaming for him to wait for her. With every fiber of her being she had begged him to stay, and he had denied her. She bit her lip, wallowing in the wretched pain of Fleck’s rejection. He was right, though. After what she had done… how could he have chosen any different? She felt as though she would tear herself apart, her emotions blitzing around her like a howling gale, the red mists churning ceaselessly, threatening to engulf her.

“Child, are you unwell?”

The voice banished the tumult surrounding Willow, and she found herself sitting upon an undisturbed sea of red, her red. Taken aback, the mink rubbed at her tear-stained cheeks with both paws. Several feet away from her stood an elaborate crimson throne, its regal shape framed by a monstrous crimson cloudbank hovering over the horizon at the edge of the world. Vulpuz reclined upon this throne, his brow creased with concern. Idly, he traced a curving arch through the blood coating the armrest of the seat, his voice disarmingly soft.

“Hmm,” he pondered aloud. “Not quite as thick as mine, but the color is far more vibrant.” His eyes flicked up to meet Willow’s. “It suits you.”

Willow froze, her mouth falling open in shock. The bloodwrath realm was hers to frequent as was her wont, and yet, sitting before her now was the last creature she would have thought to see. She scrambled to her footpaws, words tumbling from her lips, “You…? What…? This is… How can you be here?” The implication of his commentary dawned on her, and she lowered her guard in disbelief. “You… too?”

Vulpuz let his head fall back against the chair in a gesture of resignation. “I rarely ever speak of it,” he sighed, running a paw through his headfur. “Of the multitude of vermin that scratch and claw their way across this Hell, it would surprise you how few of them have been tainted by bloodwrath. It is almost solely the property of badgerkin, though there are a few exceptions, such as you and I. Nobeast can understand this power unless they have wielded it, fathomed how corrosive and raw it is, like a wellspring of rancid blood eternally boiling at the back of one’s throat. But enough pretty speech.” The fox straightened his posture, regarding Willow with omniscient interest.

“I am told the one you love has just crossed into these latter realms. Is this not so?”

Willow eyed the white fox warily, her instincts warning her to be cautious. Vulpuz chuckled at the change in her demeanor. “So I see it is true. And now you are on your way to unite with him, yes? One last glimpse before the light of Dark Forest takes him from you forever?”

“I…” Willow’s voice trailed off into uncertainty, revealing the shadows of doubt clouding her heart.

Vulpuz shifted to one side, cradling his chin in one paw. “Ah, I see. You don’t know what you’ll find when you find it, do you? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe I caught something about going to see the Badger Council. How kittish,” he scoffed. “What do you think they will do for you? Throw wide the gates of Dark Forest so a murderous mink might prostrate herself before an old love and beg forgiveness? You must know what a foolish hope you harbor.”

Vulpuz stretched his paw out over the sea of blood. Muddled shapes rose from the crimson liquid, congealing to form the exquisite likenesses of the badger Lords and Ladies of Salamandastron from seasons of history. The white fox pulled a comical face at them. “Behold, the dunderheads of the Badger Council. I have known these stoic beasties for spans of time beyond your reckoning. Wouldn’t you know, not once have they shown themselves to be charitable. They are an entity of justice, mink. Did you think that because you were accompanied by the Lady you would receive some special treatment? Your coat is just as bloodstained as the next vermin’s.”

“As if I wasn’t already aware,” Willow stated hotly. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

A mischievous smirk pulled at the corners of Vulpuz’s mouth. “Very well.” He stood up forcefully, dismissing the crimson throne with the wave of a paw. “Here is how your little adventure will play out. You will be turned away from the gates of Dark Forest without so much as a ‘how do’. The Badger Council will not grant you entry. You will not see your beloved before he enters in to his inheritance. Everything you are laboring to do now will be for nothing, unless…”

Willow hesitated. “Unless what?” she pressed.

“Unless you use what you have to your advantage, of course.”

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The Lady was furious at the unfolding of Vulpuz’s treachery. Her amber eyes flashed with solar fire, the golden material of her skirt rippling in waves about her. With the gesture of one paw she wiped the nightclub’s silver gate out of existence and cleared the surrounding area of all obstructions, creating an ample battleground.

“How dare you use Willow’s beloved as the object of a most foul deception,” she growled, pointing an accusing paw at Vulpuz. “Step away from my cherished Whetstone, and while you’re at it, release your hold on her immediately.”

Vulpuz swaggered past Willow’s statuesque form and shrugged, feigning ignorance. “There really is nothing I can do. I did indeed draw her to me with my art, but she entered her bloodwrath realm of her own choosing. I would be loath to interfere, to trespass on so sacred a ground.” He turned to face the Lady, flashing her a grin of purest malice. “And who knows? The bloodwrath world could present something awful to her, something that would most assuredly push her over the edge. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

The hollow sound of ringing metal heralded the appearance of the Lady’s axe from thin air. She surveyed the weapon with an approving eye as it floated inches above her upturned paws. “Do not think your carefully woven lies have fallen on fertile soil,” she said, her voice like chips of ice in a storm. “I know you care not to observe obeisance for anything that does not belong to you. You are in there with her. I can guess what types of trickery and deceit you intend to weave over her mind. I will only tell you this one more time: Dismiss your illusion.”

The Great Vulpuz stuck out his tongue playfully, his tail flicking back and forth. “No, I don’t think I will…”

The Lady moved, a blur of color in motion so swift it was impossible to track her progress. Steel clashed upon steel, and suddenly the Lady and Vulpuz were face to face with each other, the Lady’s stoic war axe grating against Vulpuz’s deadly shaska. The Great Vulpuz licked his lips with pleasure, his nose barely an inch away from the tip of the Lady’s snout.

“Swift to anger, are we, vixen?” he chided mockingly, fangs bared in wild glee. “What do you care? She’s just a throwaway mink. You should have devoured her power ages ago, and yet you continue to ignore that which lies within your grasp.”

The Lady glared at Vulpuz through a gap created by their crossed blades. “I will not stand and idle while you attempt to manipulate Willow to your will.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing? Haha, wrong again!” Vulpuz cackled, his voice cracking. “I am changing her perspective. You’ve kept her sedated for too long, vixen, and I haven’t forgotten how you stole the Wearet from me. I desire this pound of flesh for my own amusement, and in My Name I shall have it.”

With a powerful heave Vulpuz broke their stalemate. The Lady danced backwards out of his reach, watching him carefully in case of a counterattack. The white fox’s panting had grown heavier, and he crouched low to the ground, cocking his head to the side so he could behold his opponent with one eye. An unbearably hot breeze blew across the clearing, whipping the drizzling rain into tufts of billowing steam. Vulpuz coughed and straightened to his full height, pointing his sword at the Lady.

“If you so much as try to stop this, I will drive that whelp without mercy before the voracious wave of my revenge. She will drown in the embrace of her bloodwrath, and she will never regain herself again. Have I made myself unspeakably clear?”

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Willow huffed impatiently. She was tired of Vulpuz’s coy wordplay, her exhausted mind begging for a moment of solitude. The fatigue was stoking her temper. “Get to the point, fox,” she spat. “You’re boring me.”

Vulpuz indulged in a leisurely stretch. He sauntered over to the figures depicting the members of the Badger Council, turning his back to the mink. His next words tore into Willow like a hail of knives, “Pray, humor my curiosity, child. Do you genuinely believe he wants to see you?”

A lump formed in Willow’s throat. She stared down at the crimson fluid lapping at her footpaws, blinking back tears. Vulpuz had found her secret fear, a gnawing dread that had been her bosom companion through the blood-flecked days and endless dark nights. Truly, she longed to see Fleck, but how would he react? Through the seasons, she had considered hundreds of ways their reunion could go, but the heavy silhouette of her guilt had gradually drained each scenario of hope. She wasn’t sure if she deserved to see him again.

Vulpuz hungrily observed Willow’s reflection in the eyes of the statue closest to him. He was beyond thrilled. He had finally found the crack in the mink’s tough exterior. Ignoring the badger sculptures, the fox began to pace menacingly around the stricken Willow, reveling in the cruel power his suggestions had over her. “What if, shall we say, he doesn’t care to see you? He would be within his rights to desire nothing to do with you. Have you ever considered that his life may have devolved into one misery after another because of what you had done? Remember, you took everything from him, including his own father. Perhaps he came to hate you, swearing vengeance against you until his dying day. Who can say what manner of effect time may have had on his emotions? The seasons change, as do hearts.” Vulpuz paused to let the magnitude of his words sink in. “You may be selfishly chasing a shadow, child. What if, across the tapestry woven by his life, he fell in love with another?”

The memory of Fleck walking away flashed into Willow’s mind. Though her voice wavered, she answered Vulpuz defiantly, “That doesn’t matter! I… I have to try to make things right. I have to offer everything I am to him. Even if he chooses not to listen, I owe him whatever closure he might want, even if…” she swallowed, “even if it means he never wants to see me again.”

“Hmph. I’m almost disappointed in you. Can’t you hear yourself?” Vulpuz curled his lip at Willow in disgust. “How pitifully submissive and weak you sound. Tears and entreaties won’t get you through the gates of Dark Forest, min—”

“Then what will?!”

The force of Willow’s shout shattered the effigies of the members of the Badger Council, scattering glassy chunks of coagulated blood across the surface of the sea. Half of one of the statue’s proud faces went spinning through the air to land unceremoniously at Vulpuz’s footpaws. The ruler of Hellgates regarded the broken piece with moderate disinterest.

“The answer to your conundrum is quite simple, really,” Vulpuz murmured. In an abrupt fit of rage, the fox stamped upon the fallen carving, crushing it to smithereens. The insignificant act of destruction seemed to lighten Vulpuz’s mood considerably. “Hahahaha! Did you see that, child?” He indicated the pile of sickly pinkish dust before it dissolved into the blood sea. “Therein lies the key to your desire. What need have you of prostrating yourself before the Badger Council?” Throwing both arms wide, Vulpuz delivered his proposition in a voice rumbling with authority, “Release your will to the mercy of the music. Take up the thorned crown of bloodwrath. Turn the threshold of Dark Forest into your stage and make them see you. Burst through those oaken gates in a blaze of power, and all you passionately hope for will become yours.” He offered Willow a conspiratorial wink, his tone mellowed, “If one already has the ability to do what one wishes, asking permission becomes unnecessary, wouldn’t you agree?”

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The Lady and Vulpuz had reached a painful impasse. As swift and terrible as she could be in her element, the Lady knew better than to goad Vulpuz into a rage. The cunning fox had Willow in his clutches; with Willow in a state of relative susceptibility to the influence of bloodwrath, the Lady was wary of making the wrong move. She did not want to put Willow in any more danger than she already was.

The Lady flicked rainwater from her ears, her war axe bobbing gently up and down in the air beside her. Her options were limited. Vulpuz had lowered his blade and was now looking at her, a cruel smile playing about his lips. The Lady stiffened, certain that Vulpuz had something up his sleeve.

“Of course, I am not unreasonable, vixen,” Vulpuz began, “though I would like to enjoy the pleasure of this moment.” The white fox shoved his sword into its sheath and breathed deeply, exhaling in an obnoxious yawn. “Ah, how lovely it is to finally have an advantage over you. Your ward has proven to be of even more use to me than I could have imagined! But I must digress…” Vulpuz rudely jerked a paw over his shoulder. “I am willing to bargain for the sanity of this mink, whose piddling existence you hold so dear... as much as it disgusts me. What will you give me for her?”

“She is without price,” intoned the Lady.

“Oho, is that so? What shall it be, vixen?” Vulpuz taunted gleefully. “Shall I have you cough up the keys to your tavern of debauchery?” He shook his head. “No, let us match one prize for another. Allow me to propose a trade. The mink for the Wearet and her handler, hmm? I shan’t take the one without the other, seeing as how the female is damaged goods. I won’t hold it against her, however. I can sense her hardworking spirit even through this ghastly mist; no doubt she would serve me well.”

Acrid bile rose into the Lady’s throat. She wished to tear a gaping hole across Vulpuz’s chest, to unstitch his existence thread by incorporeal thread, but with dignity she remained still, her posture poised and regal. Dismissing her axe, the Lady inclined her head to Vulpuz and countered, “It is clear you still desire your pound of flesh. Very well. I offer myself.”

Vulpuz was stunned speechless. He stared open-mouthed at the Lady, his eyes threatening to burst out of his skull. Unimpressed, the Lady regarded Vulpuz with disdain.

“Are you not satisfied?”

One of Vulpuz’s paws wandered up to his snout, pushing his gaping jaw shut with the sharp retort of clasping teeth. “Oh my,” he purred, massaging his throat thoughtfully. “This is a prize I had not expected to win. And yet, how can I be assured of your goodwill in this exchange?”

“My word has yet to come undone, unlike yours,” the Lady retorted smoothly.

Vulpuz sucked in a breath. “Oooh. How callous the truth can be, especially delivered from your lips. Hahaha! I, the Great Vulpuz, accept your noble sacrifice!” With an elaborate flourish, the white fox unsheathed his sword, crooking an uncouth claw at the Lady. His wicked laughter conjured a rumble of thunder from the darkened sky.

“Step forth and receive your new master, vixen!”

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Willow stared at Vulpuz, incredulous. She did not know what to think. The fox made his plan sound so ridiculously obvious, it was as if he were offering her the keys to Dark Forest on a crystal platter. Was it possible that she could channel her bloodwrath and fly defiantly in the face of consequence? Could she really pluck Fleck from Dark Forest like a Dibbun would pit a cherry?

She looked down at her paws. Bloodwrath had given her the power to accomplish many great and terrible feats in her lifetime. She had never hesitated to follow its music when the time came… yet, she felt reluctant to let its numbing ecstasy wash over her now. Bloodwrath had separated her from Fleck, so how would it bring them back together? It was too much for her tired soul to contemplate.

Vulpuz hungrily watched Willow struggle with her conscience. Every muscle in his body was tense, his mind coiled like a serpent prepared to strike. He was gambling on her, a bet he would never have dared to make unless he was sure to win. He wanted her to give in, to wield her bloodwrath to its full potential with no holds barred. If she could successfully distract the Badger Council long enough, he could slip into Dark Forest and have his way with its unsuspecting occupants. Biting his lip, his forced himself to be patient, beating back the screaming desire to vent his ire upon the indecisive mink. An idea presented itself to him in a moment of brilliance; delighted, Vulpuz drew alongside Willow.

“I wouldn’t spend what spare precious moments we have contemplating fate,” he warned. “Time is running out. The presence of your beloved grows faint.” Vulpuz stretched out his paw to her in a gesture of finality.

“Will you not go to him?”

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Tuskan was completely at a loss for what to do. He felt crushed by the gravity of the struggle unfolding before him. There was nothing he could do to help. He wasn’t even totally convinced that he wanted to help. It baffled him, how the Lady was readily willing to offer herself for the mink who had just destroyed the place she called home. She made no sense. The foxes Tuskan knew were self-serving cutthroats, always ready to borrow your blade just so they could shove it twixt your ribs. The Lady was the opposite, a paragon of untamable energy who accepted the brunt of Willow’s outburst to protect the ones she loved. Knowing that a being of obvious benevolent power presided over the tavern he had frequented made Tuskan want to sit down and rethink his post-life decisions. Part of him wanted to get away, to return to the relative pseudo-safety of his rosebush, but even in the midst of such internal strife he was sure of one thing. He strongly felt he should stay by Nivedita’s side.

The female rat had not moved an inch. Her unblinking eyes were focused on the mists undulating before them, her paws tightly clenched at her sides. Tuskan figured she could sense what was going on even though they could not see it. He wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her in some way, but he was hesitant, caught up in the unpredictability of a fated dance to which he did not know the steps.

Confronted by his uselessness, Tuskan hung his head. He couldn’t even think of an encouraging word to offer Nivedita. She had protected him with her life when the nightclub collapsed, and he could only stand stupidly beside her. A deep sense of shame fell upon Tuskan. His ears and tail drooped towards the ground, his entire body bowed like a leaden weight. Hot tears began to slide down his cheeks, and he buried his face in his paws. Any courage he harbored previously now deserted him. His mind tumbled into a spiral of self-remonstration, assaulting him with negative thoughts. What a failure you are. Stupid, stupid idiot. Disappear, you don’t belong here. The nasty words menaced him like bullies, and he had no weapons with which to fight them. He could think of nothing to do but meekly accept the stinging barbs as fact. Just before he surrendered himself to the punishing spite of his thoughts, Tuskan was roused back into full awareness by the stirring of the lady rat next to him.

Nivedita was singing.

Tuskan could just barely make out her voice, mingling softly with the sound of the misty rain. It carried a childlike innocence to it, heady but wistful, the notes rising and falling as Nivedita weaved the story of her melody together. She sung in a language Tuskan only vaguely recognized, but the power of her voice prompted his soul to swell with emotion. Through the music he experienced her gut-wrenching concern for Willow, beheld her passion for the Lady, and contemplated her unshakeable hope that all would turn out well. A warm feeling blossomed in Tuskan’s chest, spreading outward through his limbs and banishing the shroud of misery from his heart. Listening to Nivedita’s song made Tuskan want to be brave. He flexed his paws and straightened, inhaling the humid air as if taking his first breath. He felt ready for anything.

Nivedita’s tune nosed through the mists, floating across the field and beyond the Lady. It carried with it an invitation to release, to abandon oneself to the beauty of the song. Smiling, the Lady turned her face to the sky and joined her voice with Nivedita’s, welcoming the relaxing embrace offered by the music. Their duet carried for a few lines before the Lady turned the melody back over to Nivedita. She marveled at how the tension had fled from her shoulders and the root of her tail. Her endurance renewed, the Lady looked across at the Wearet, who gurgled happily at her, kneading the soil with his claws like a contented cat. She threw back her head and laughed aloud, calling her axe to return to her side.

The timid rat’s voice swelled to fill the clearing, transitioning into bold crescendos as her courage grew. She paused after the delivery of the first stanza to glance over at Tuskan, who was watching her with a look of awe plastered across his homely face.

Vulpuz reacted to Nivedita’s song as though he’d been struck by lightning. The shashka fell from his grasp and he stumbled backwards, clutching his head in his paws. “How… how is she reaching her?! The mink’s bound in bloodwrath!” he fumed, incredulous. “Damn your crippled strumpet, vixen! I will not let her wrest this victory from me!” The Great Vulpuz threw up his arms and shouted into the sky, “Stop her! Stifle her infernal voice, or all will be lost!”

The unnerving sounds of excited chattering filled the air, issuing from the ground like infernal gossip. Shapes began to rise out of the muddy earth surrounding Vulpuz, jagged forms resembling dark-furred squirrels carrying crude stone axes. They swarmed around the ruler of Hellgates, laughing with maniacal glee and taking swings at each other with their archaic weapons. “The rat, you fools!” Vulpuz screeched, snatching the closest squirrel by the ear and shoving it in Nivedita’s direction. “Focus on the voice! Catch her and tear her apart!”

“A game! A game!” the squirrels cried in eerie unison. “Whoever catches her gets to play with her! Will it be you? Will it be me? Eeheehee, let’s see!” Fanning out into a semi-circle formation, the odd score of squirrels hurled themselves across the battlefield, each member kicking and scratching at its neighbor for a chance to win at their game.

Unpeturbed by the sound of the enemy charge, Nivedita launched into the next part of her song. Her melody exploded into life, the notes stretching and growing, drowning out the wild shrieks of the oncoming squirrels. As if in response to the music, a cooling breeze began to blow through the area, chasing the mist from the battlefield and offering Nivedita’s allies an unobscured view of their foe.

The two opposing forces met in a clash of thunder. The Lady spun in a graceful arc, greeting the front running squirrels with the business end of her axe. The bodies of all four toppled headless to the ground, her great cleave effortlessly slicing through bone and sinew. She pinned another squirrel against the trunk of a massive oak at the edge of the clearing, the unfortunate beast squirming the last vestiges of its life out upon the merciless tongs of her barbed trident. Returning from their spellbound slumber, the Lady’s spiked garden vines vigorously erupted from the soil. The vines snaked across the field, entangling and trapping many of the squirrels in a suffocating embrace from which there was no escape.

A feral roar heralded the arrival of the Wearet, who bulled into a clustered group of squirrels that were menacing the Lady, scattering them like ninepins. Undaunted, the Lady seemed to be everywhere at once, her axe tearing through enemies like a scythe through wheat. Alongside her, the Wearet pounced and lunged, snapping necks between his powerful jaws and tearing foes apart blow by blow. The lethal pair were an unstoppable whirlwind, dealing death to all within their reach. Almost as swiftly as the skirmish had begun, it seemed to be nearing its end.

One squirrel, more lucky than the rest, had managed to slip past every obstacle unscathed. The maniacal creature was rapidly approaching Nivedita, a dirty knife clenched between its yellowed teeth. The female rat continued singing, oblivious to the threat of danger barreling towards her.

Tuskan watched the squirrel draw closer as if in a dream. Time seemed to slow, and he became aware of oddly distinct details etched into each passing moment; flecks of spittle flying from one of the corners of the squirrel’s mouth, the hollow sound of his own breathing echoing through his ear cavity. His body felt oddly stiff and heavy. It was as though the drizzling rain was trying to drag him to the ground.

Out of nowhere a knife appeared from thin air. The jeweled object floated before him, its blade gleaming in the muted light. Confused, he stared at the knife until the disembodied command of the Lady broke through his stupor.

“Take up the weapon, she needs you!”

Startled and mildly shaken, Tuskan stumbled forward, plucking the knife from the air. He very nearly dropped it when the Lady’s voice once again ricocheted around inside his skull, “Defend her!”

Gritting his teeth, he mouthed the echoing words to himself with grim determination.

“Defend her!”

Instinct took over, and with the speed born of precision Tuskan leapt in front of Nivedita, dropping into a solid crouch. He gripped the Lady’s knife in both paws, tilting its keen edge slightly upwards. It was too late for the squirrel to halt its charge. With a howl of anguish squirrel and blade met, and the last of Vulpuz’s dark soldiers was vanquished.

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Vulpuz’s inviting paw beckoned to Willow. She was seriously considering accepting it when her ears detected the sound of somebeast singing off in the distance. Distracted, Willow turned to find the source of the music when a passing blur of whitish-brown fur nearly broadsided her. The abrupt, sharp retort of wood cracking against bone sounded loud and clear. Stunned by the pain blooming throughout his paw, Vulpuz retreated away from the figure menacing him with its cane.

“Touch ‘er an’ I’ll gut ye, serpent’s tongue!”

Willow was shocked. The misty figure of her father, the Skipper of Otters, had appeared between her and Vulpuz. Skipper growled dangerously at the ruler of Hellgates, hunching his back and shoulders.

“Ye spit nothin’ but lies. M’daughter won’t never lissen to ye, cos she knows better ‘n’ to ‘eed the foolish words of a two-toned toad!” Chortling, his tone softened when he turned to address Willow, “I love ‘ee, shrimp. Like I always learned ye, follow yer ‘eart but remember yer mind. Come’n see yer old pater someday, eh?”

The form of the Skipper of Otters faded from view, only to be replaced by that of two other familiar otters. Bark Nip and Kelp’s uproarious laughter danced across the notes of the song floating through the air. The happy pair blew flirtatious kisses at a mystified Willow before they joined paws to face Vulpuz.

“Back off, fox!” the otters cried in joyful unison. “This ‘un’s too good for you!”

Vulpuz recoiled as if he had been struck again. He was beginning to lose his grip on the realm of Willow’s bloodwrath, an occurrence he could not tolerate if his plan was to proceed to fruition. Snarling, he aimed a swift kick at Bark Nip, only to find that the otter couple was no longer there. Instead, an old, grey-furred mouse glared at Vulpuz severely, his headfur slightly disheveled from the passing of Vulpuz’s footpaw. The lenses of his crystal spectacles reflected the red of the blood sea, giving the Abbot of Redwall Abbey a menacing appearance.

Clearing his throat, Abbot Dogwood addressed Vulpuz in a no-nonsense tone, “If you wished to kick me, you should have aimed lower,” he sniffed. “I have been told you are telling my dear Willow some utterly ridiculous rubbish, and I am here to set things straight.” A smile crept across the Abbot’s face while he continued, “Never has one been more worthy to grace the halls of Redwall Abbey. This mink is no vermin, like you. She is a daughter of Mossflower Wood, loved by all who know her, and there is nothing you can do or say that would make her any less than the warrior she is.”

Nodding to Willow, the Abbot bowed regally and disappeared. The music swelled to a broadening crescendo, coaxing the flat blood sea into gently lapping waves. Willow wasn’t sure who to expect next, but she almost cried aloud with happiness when a playful giggle heralded the arrival of Nivedita. The lady rat curtsied to Willow and then to Vulpuz, moseying over to the latter like a curious Dibbun. Nivedita beckoned to the ruler of Hellgates, pantomiming that she had a secret to tell him. Confused, Vulpuz inclined his head to her. A look of utter surprise flashed across his face when she patted him gently on his snout.

“Mister Vulpuz, please tell my Willow the truth,” she requested innocently. “The truth is that our Lady’s nightclub wouldn’t be what it is without her. We all care for her so much, and this is our chance to show it, to help her find her way to her beloved one. She always gives abundantly of herself; we want to return her selflessness a thousand-fold, to love her as she has loved us.”

Nivedita glanced back at Willow. There were tears shining in Nivedita’s eyes even as her figure dissipated, but the smile on her face was one of love unbound for her friend. Willow felt her lower lip beginning to quiver. The outpouring of support from those whom she had cared for was almost too much for her to take in. She felt layers of her fatigue peeling away, the anger and uncertainty morphing into peace, steadfast courage, and resolve.

Opposite from her, Vulpuz was in a state of panic, his mind desperately searching for some solution to the mounting problem of his impeachment. His panic quadrupled when the imposing form of the Lady rose from the depths of the frothy blood sea. The vixen’s image smirked piteously at him.

“Willow Slay is my strong left paw, perilous in battle and without equal in her kitchens,” she said, her mighty voice carrying across the surface of the deep. “You will not have her, nor will you use her for the fulfillment of your own selfish desires. She is the property of none but herself, and you would be wise to stand still in awe of her, a soul aflame in defiance of those who wished her evil. She has lived and loved, suffered and slain, desired and died! Thus has she laid claim to eternity, and thus have I chosen her to be my Whetstone, the one who sharpens my spirit!”

The Lady’s effigy burst in a shower of red droplets, tainting Vulpuz’s white fur with crimson streaks. Appalled, Vulpuz frantically tried to scrub the stains from his coat, but it was a meaningless effort. A grim voice caused the fox to freeze mid-stroke.

“Oi, fox.”

The otter Fleck had come to occupy the space between Willow and Vulpuz. His imposing figure radiated quiet strength. Without warning he leapt at the Great Vulpuz, his open paw contacting the fox’s face. With a cataclysmic whoosh, Fleck drove Vulpuz bodily against the surface of the blood sea, sending a wave of crimson liquid rocketing skyward. The otter warrior stood over the fallen ruler of Hellgates like a conqueror, the hood of his tunic swept back to reveal teeth bared in a roguish grin.

“Let her hear my answer with her own ears.”

Fleck’s spirit disappeared and the music ended in resounding echoes of grace. A jolt of understanding shot through Willow, and in a trice she knew how she had been lead to this place. She glowered at Vulpuz, who was attempting to stand after the brutality of Fleck’s assault. The fox had been soaked through, his iridescent fur matted with blood. Though he could feel its intensity, he refused to meet Willow’s piercing stare.

“That wasn’t Fleck I saw,” she accused, laughing bitterly. “That was you, wasn’t it? You tricked me.”

Vulpuz sucked in a painful breath. “I showed you what you wanted to see,” he hissed.

“You showed me what could be, not what is,” Willow corrected. “And I believed you. I would have listened to you, too, were it not for…” She paused, holding a grateful paw to her heart. “I do want to hear what Fleck has to say. I want to hear it from him, not from you. To do that, there’s someplace I need to be right now, and that’s fighting you alongside my Lady and ‘Dita.” There was a great sucking noise, and a massive, roiling wave of blood reared out of the sea behind her. Trapped in the wave’s enormous shadow, Vulpuz realized he had nowhere to run. Frozen in place, he could do nothing but cower as Willow delivered her ultimatum in a voice that could splinter diamonds.

“Get out of my head.”

The wave came down with the force of a collapsing mountain, stifling Vulpuz’s infuriated scream and banishing the ruler of Hellgates from Willow’s bloodwrath realm.

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Her song complete, Nivedita took off at a loping hobble the moment she sensed that Willow had regained herself. Her spirit of urgency surprised Tuskan. He stumbled after her, the Lady’s knife falling forgotten from his grasp. Sheepishly Tuskan offered Nivedita his arm, and she accepted it with an appreciative nod. Her limp inhibited their progress, and the pair did not make it very far before the Wearet was beside them, scooping both rats up onto his broad back. The great beast swiftly covered the distance in leaps and bounds, tearing up the soil beneath his churning claws. He landed on all fours before Willow, bombarding her with clumps of wet earth. Breathless from the thrill of the ride, Nivedita tumbled into Willow’s waiting arms, her laughter shattering the somber mood.

“You’re back! You’re back!” Nivedita cried, nuzzling Willow’s neck with her nose.

“Yes, I am,” admitted Willow, “thanks to you.”

“What?” Nivedita’s bright gaze searched the mink’s face. “But it was all you!”

“Your song helped me see, ‘Dita. I’d still be listening to Vulpuz’s lies if you hadn’t sung to me.”

The female rat was astonished. “How… did you know it was me, singing?”

Willow lowered her forehead until it was pressing against Nivedita’s. “I knew,” she breathed. “I knew. Thank you.”

Nivedita was practically purring with happiness. The rat and mink paused, each enjoying the warm embrace of the other’s soul. Their cuddle was swiftly interrupted by the delighted gurgle of the Wearet, who attempted to curl his entire body around all three of them. It was a light-hearted moment of respite from the tense battle they had narrowly won.

Relieved, Willow had almost fully relaxed her guard when a terrible screeching sound assaulted her mind. The presence of a fathomless bloodlust became known to her, its depth and ferocity nearly stealing her breath away. Horrified, she glanced up to see past Nivedita’s head and caught sight of Vulpuz charging towards them. His mouth was wide open, teeth glistening as he hurled himself forward on all fours. This was a completely different Vulpuz from the malicious jester that had tempted her in her bloodwrath. His left eye shone with crimson fire, his sword and cloak utterly left behind in a fit of wrathful madness. Thinking quickly, Willow moved to shield Nivedita and Tuskan in the same second the Lady arrived. The vixen threw herself into Vulpuz’s path, bringing him to a sliding halt. Snarling and snapping, the ruler of Hellgates fought passionately against the Lady’s restraint. The red fox and the white fox grappled with each other, the latter attempting to sink his teeth into his opponent’s neck. An extraneous arm sprung out from the Lady’s back, catching Vulpuz’s ravenous maw before he could bite her.

The Lady shouted breathless orders at her companions. “I will handle this! Nivedita, Willow, go! You must reach the gates of Dark Forest before Fleck passes too far beyond the threshold! Tuskan, brave heart, accompany them!”

Tuskan realized that his mouth had fallen open, and he closed it before looking over at Willow and Nivedita. The pair were clearly hesitant to obey. Both of them sensed that something was about to go unspeakably wrong.

“Go, now!” The Lady’s footpaws began to score rivets in the ground as Vulpuz strained to overpower her. Like a stinging whip, her voice roused them all to action.

“There is no time! Make haste!”

Willow squeezed Nivedita’s paw. Concern showed clear on the lady rat’s face, but she was obedient. Moaning, the Wearet helped Nivedita to climb atop his back while Tuskan scrambled up beside her, the grizzled rat visibly shaken by Vulpuz’s beastlike fury. Though she was unhappy with the situation, Willow offered her mistress a final note of advice as the group melded with the mists of Hellgates.

“Be careful, m’Lady!”

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THE GREAT CRUNCHYROLL NARUTO REWATCH Gets A Sad Backstory In Episodes 71-77

It's time again for the Great Crunchyroll Naruto Rewatch! It's me, Carolyn Burke, and I'll be your host this week as we continue watching all 220 episodes of the original Naruto. Last week, we covered episodes 64-70, and we continue this week with episodes 71-77. Let's get started!

This batch gave us a lot of tragic backstory as we got a closer look at Gaara's sad origins and the possible reasons for some of his odd behaviors. Quite an emotional turn after all the fighting we saw last week. Of course, there were still plenty of scuffles to go around. We also got to see the Third Hokage in epic action and had tons of fun with a bugs versus puppets showdown.

Let's find out what the Crunchyroll Features team thought of this week's episodes!

So, the obvious elephant in the room is Gaara. He's ... not OK. But it struck me that he's very much suffering from mental illness, probably depression/PTSD and possibly some kind of personality disorder, from a very young age. He even reaches out for help, acknowledging his lack of understanding of pain and empathy, only to have that backfire greatly. How do you feel about Gaara's villainy before and after this backstory revelation?

Paul: Although I feel pity for Gaara's horrific, abusive upbringing, I think the metaphors of his mistreatment break down a bit when you realize that the everyday citizens of Sand Village (as compared to the assassins sent by Gaara's father) have legitimate reasons to fear him. As a child, Gaara can't control his powers and when distressed he injures and kills people at random because he can't distinguish friend from foe. I feel sorry for Gaara, but if I lived in Sand Village I would also stay the hell away from him for my own safety and the safety of my family.

Joseph: I dig Gaara's backstory, and while I agree the people of the Sand Village had good reason to fear him, it doesn't delegitimize it. If anything it makes it slightly more tragic.

Danni: Yeah I don't quite gel with the mental illness reading either for the same reasons as Paul. I was however very impressed by his backstory. I had already guessed that he'd had a caretaker try to assassinate him a while ago, but it was still very heartbreaking to watch it play out.

Kara: I mean, what happened very much affected him, and unsurprisingly so. If the last words of my one friend in the world were "Everyone hates you including me," I'd be messed up, too. I don't know how (or if) I'd class his reaction mental illness-wise, though. But yeah, it's a double-edged thing. I don't think people were wrong to fear him, but it sure did suck. I also think it's kind of neat how they peppered in things like him talking to the sand during his fight with Sasuke... which before was just weird, and now is something else entirely.

Jared: Like the others have said, it kind of goes both ways. The regular people of the Sand Village had enough reason to fear him since he could get out of control with his powers. That being said, Gaara was surrounded by some exceptionally crappy people. Which makes the whole reveal of why he's become who he is today make more sense as no one was willing to offer him any help. I certainly feel more for his character than when he was initially introduced as the murder death kill kid.

David: Gaara's story is basically "what if Naruto didn't have Iruka and also the Hokage wanted him dead," so I think it's ultimately more about the negative consequences of children left neglected and abused instead of mental illness. Still very tragic though.

Noelle: It's tragic, but it's a dual thing—unlike Naruto who can't touch the nine-tails at all, Gaara's powers are constantly active and he has no control over them. He is legitimately dangerous and people fear him for a reason. That being said, that nobody, not even his own family, has attempted to reach out to him genuinely makes my heart hurt a lot.

Similarly, what did you think about Naruto's realization about how close he could have come to following in Gaara's footsteps? I genuinely appreciate Naruto's ability to look on the bright side of everything and persevere in the face of terrible adversity.

Paul: I appreciate the parallels and I hope that this story-line eventually leads to Gaara's redemption, but I do wish Naruto didn't take so long to find his courage. Sakura defended Sasuke without hesitation armed with nothing but a kunai, after all.

Joseph: I'm with Paul on this one. I like where they're going with the connection between the two, but at this point, Naruto needs to start acting more impulsively in these life or death situations. This batch of episodes has already been not-Naruto-centric enough as it is!

Danni: I love it. Naruto's ability to relate to his enemies might be the most endearing thing about him to me. The conflict between him and Gaara is actually reminding me a lot of a recurring lesson in Mob Psycho 100 about how much our lives are shaped by those around us, so those blessed with good companions should be thankful for them and try to reach out to those without.

Kara: Naruto's a lot better than I am. I've been in a few "there but for the grace of God" situations myself, where I can see someone else has the same baggage as me but lacked the support system I had to survive the situation intact. I think we've all been there, just not with demon foxes and sand moms, you know? I've gotta admire Naruto for counting his blessings positively instead of just sitting there going, "Yikes."

Jared: As Danni said, it's real interesting seeing this play out with how Mob Psycho 100 is doing something very similar. I like that Naruto is able to recognize this and get why Gaara is the way he is since he just as easily could have turned out the same. It totally works with who he is. Although it was kind of funny seeing clips from the first few episodes and thinking "oh those episodes don't seem like they were that far back", except it was 70+ episodes ago.

David: I've said it before, but things like this really do a lot of work in selling Naruto's slow growth toward being a believable leader figure, making his ultimate goal of becoming the Hokage thematically fitting instead of just kind of nebulous. I always seem to like it when it comes up.

Noelle: I love the parallels, because it does ring true. Both of them internalized their pain in a different way, but what would have happened if Iruka wasn't around? People tend to give back to the world what the world gives them, and if Naruto didn't have a positive mindset or a support system, he definitely would've ended up way worse.

Do you agree with Gaara's assessment that Sasuke is hard, cold, and hate-filled? He's pretty angsty, but I'd have to go with no, myself.

Paul: I think Gaara's correct in his assessment. Sasuke is driven by revenge and he's often contemptuous of others and overwhelmed by self-loathing, which are traits that I hope he will eventually leave behind. It's really just a matter of degree. If Sasuke's a six on the "hard, cold, and hate-filled" scale, then Gaara's an eleven.

Joseph: Gaara nailed it. I haven't seen much from Sasuke in these early episodes to indicate otherwise.

Danni: Oh, absolutely. He's changed bit by bit being around Sakura and Naruto, but he's still clearly driven by the desire to kill Itachi. I'm anxious to find out what downfall he suffers as a result, and I'm most disappointed by Kakashi, who seems to be encouraging it.

Kara: I can't really say Gaara's wrong. A few of our protagonists, starting with Naruto, have sort of back-burnered (but not abandoned) their specific goals in favor of learning and practicing their "Way of the Ninja"—which is a theme I love whenever it comes up. Sasuke is still stuck in his Season 1 Episode 1 motivation while others are growing and maturing. He's good at what he does, but I feel like that one-track mind is gonna get him in trouble.

Jared: I wouldn't say he's necessarily as fueled by it as Gaara is where it's basically his entire existence of living, but Sasuke can get up there with his desire for revenge. Again, I think it works because we see just how much of a parallel he has with Gaara, without the two of them being identical. Sasuke's been helped by being paired with Naruto and Sakura, but it hasn't necessarily quelled his intentions either.

David: Gaara is right but I'm not sure he really understands why. Sasuke is like an inverse Gaara—where Gaara lashes out against the world in its entirety, Sasuke is so filled with anger toward one person that he is numb to the rest of the world. As said it keeps him from really growing as a person, and from even recognizing that there are people who care about him at all. His assessment is ultimately on-point to me.

Noelle: I'd say Gaara is pretty spot-on. While Sasuke has come some ways in finding comrades, his entire motivation for being is still revenge. That eats away at you, whether you like it or not.

Let's lighten up the mood, shall we? We previously mentioned, almost unanimously, how awesome the bug jutsu is. What did you all think about the bug fight scenes and how effective they are as trackers?

Paul: I was honestly expecting something a little flashier from Ino's Chakra-devouring insect ninjutsu, but maybe it just appears a bit tame when compared to the visual lunacy of Kankuro's freaky puppet antics.

Joseph: I really enjoyed this fight, but that's a no-brainer because it had two things I love to watch: puppets and bugs. Pitting the two against one another is MUAH. I don't know that it's a totally awesome jutsu, but I like how creative Kishimoto gets with its implementation.

Danni: I never said it was awesome, only that it was powerful. I cannot stand bugs. The most terrifying thing that could ever happen to me is being swarmed by bugs. They are a near unstoppable jutsu because their existence is so terrifying.

Kara: One of my favorite things about Naruto is everyone's creativity. They learn these basic tactics and have their own styles, but it all comes down to adapting to your opponent and surroundings. I also like a fight where the zinger comes at the end: We've been focused on what's going on in front of us, meanwhile, something was planted waaaaay earlier and is just now becoming relevant. Puppet vs. bug is not a fight I thought I'd enjoy, but I admit to being wrong.

Jared: Getting devoured by bugs is like nightmare fuel for me, although that whole fight was coming up with clever ways to utilize them without it just being here's a swarm. I actually thought what was most interesting about that fight was the respect Kankuro and Shino give each other near the end where they're just impressed with the other's technique.

David: In the grand scheme of things it wasn't really an all-time highlight, but I certainly did appreciate getting a more traditional "weird tactics Naruto fight" out of this batch of otherwise huge-power battles.

Noelle: Action-wise, it isn't the greatest, but can an insect lover like me ever say no to this kind of stuff? Of course not. I had a blast.

Good segue here, I've been noticing a lot of interesting directorial decisions. I particularly liked the shot of the bugs crawling out of Shino's jacket and up his face. Any moments like this for you all?

Paul: I don't know if it counts as a directorial flourish, but I really enjoyed the torturous look of the Soul-Sealing Jutsu that the Third Hokage breaks out for his fight with Gaara. I also liked how Monkey King Enma in staff form would change not just length but also width and thickness during the fight scenes, which feels more authentic to his Journey to the West roots. That must have been a real challenge for the animators.

Joseph: The fight between Orochimaru and the Third Hokage was absolutely overflowing with top-notch directorial decisions. One shot that really stood out to me is simple at a glance, but I loved the angle chosen when the resurrected Hokages step toward the third and walk over their own coffins. Some really stylish visuals in the first three or so episodes here.

Danni: A decision that stuck out the most to me was keeping everything in the Third Hokage's perspective once the darkness jutsu had been activated. From the moment it was activated to the moment it was released we didn't see a single moment of that fight from outside his perspective.

Kara: A little thing I loved. In Gaara's flashback, when his whole situation fell apart and he realized he'd been lied to by the one person he cared about. The whole "glass shattering" motif is a common one for moments like this, yeah, but in Gaara's case it was reminiscent of when his Sand Armor shatters—that last little layer of protected he has.

Jared: The utilization of cinematic bars on Gaara seeing himself and his mom turn to sand was an interesting touch that I can't tell if it was more to make it seem more serious or set itself apart from the flashback. I also dug in Naruto's remembrance when he tries to look at his reflection and sees Gaara staring back, but headbutts what he's looking at and it returns to him with a shattered mirror and blood trickling down his face.

David: The animation in the first episode of this batch is so loose and fluid, really a joy to watch. I was very glad they finally gave a lavishly animated fight scene to a character that isn't Sasuke.

Noelle: As others have said, the Orochimaru vs Third Hokage fight really had some massively good animation direction. It's the first time we see something where we know how much power is involved, and that nails it.

And just in general, what were your highs and lows week?

Paul: The high point for me was the fight between the Third Hokage and the zombie resurrections of the First Hokage and the Second Hokage. The special effects animators really pulled out all of the stops there, and all of the elemental magic was especially impressive for something created within the constraints of TV animation. My low point was Naruto falling prey to Gaara's intimidation for so long; I like Naruto better when he takes bold, confident, heroic action, even if that means he ends up boasting or biting off more than he can chew.

Joseph: My high point was also the Hokage battle. The animation is through the roof here, and it was just a creative and exciting battle all around, befitting of its subject matter. Low point would be Gaara's transformation. It may look cool on the page when Kishimoto draws it but it looks really bad in the show, with his Boglin-lookin' ass.

Danni: The high point for me was definitely the Third Hokage's fight. The animation was fluid without being overly flashy. I enjoy flashy animation, but I really loved the simple fluidity of that fight. My low point would also have to be Gaara's transformation. Its full form looks alright, but the partial form just looks a bit goofy.

Kara: Agreeing with all of the above. The Hokage battle is so cool. For a while, we never really saw the Third Hokage as anything but the dude in charge who sometimes hands down uncomfortable news, but he is the Hokage. And one thing I've learned from anime and action movies is old dudes get old for a reason; I figured he was no slouch even now. And yeah, to echo everyone else, I could not take Gaara's transformation seriously. I need to check out the manga and see how it looked there.

Jared: The Hokage battle was real rad, especially getting to see the upper echelon of techniques and jutsu that we haven't seen before. I also enjoyed how they were able to give everything that was happening a good amount of time by switching back and forth between the Hokage battle, the hunt and eventual fight with Gaara, and what's happening in Leaf Village. It was a lot. Low point was as with everyone else, Gaara's transformed state. Hopefully, it looks more intimidating in the manga and not like a flesh blob as he does here.

David: Adding one to the pile of appreciation for the Hokage Rumble. Low point is on the other end of the episodes, the kaiju battle between Gaara and Naruto. Everything just looks and feels so silly, and at the same time the scale of everything has escalated so quickly (literally and figuratively I guess). It's just jarring really.

Noelle: Third Hokage vs Orochimaru and the zombie Hokages were just so good. I didn't enjoy it as much in the manga, surprisingly, but here it was stellar. Inversely, I really liked Gaara's slow monstrous transformation in the manga, but in the anime ... it looks cheesy, I'll say that.

COUNTERS:

"I'm gonna be Hokage!" count: 0 (23 total) Bowls of ramen consumed: 1 bowl (30 bowls, 3 cups total) Shadow Clones created: 16 (274 total)

And that's it for this week, folks! Feel free welcome to join us for this rewatch, any time. Especially if you haven't already watched the original Naruto!

Here's our upcoming schedule:

-Next week, on APRIL 5th CAYLA COATS takes the reigns for EPISODES 78-84 as we meet a mysterious new stranger.

-Then, on APRIL 12th NOELLE OGAWA will take a turn at the wheel for EPISODES 85-91.

-On APRIL 19th NICOLE MEJIAS will walk us through the legendary Sannin battle in EPISODES 92-98.

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samuse · 7 years

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to put it dramatically, we are in the fight of our lives, and we are fighting for our lives. to put it so dramatically seems like a good way to grab someone’s attention, but in the age we live in, where marketing is everywhere and such captions are used to describe emails or magazine articles, it also turns many people off.

but full disclosure, it isn’t much an exaggeration, and so i can only encourage you to read on in hopes you will agree with me in the end.

i was lying in bed one night when this entire monologue went down and so i’ll try to piece it back together with my terrible recollection, but i know its something that ought to be put down, somewhere. even if it doesn’t sound as great as it did in my head, it’s still quite important to communicate.

i forgot how i got to this thought (terrible recollection already at work), but i know my first conclusion which got the ball really rolling was the fact we are hedonists. we are people who seek pleasure. you may well be a Christian too, as i am, but that does not in any way make you immune from being a seeker of pleasure either.

what i mean be hedonism is that we seek our own pleasure, our own interests. and i believe we are all professionals at it. its interesting that we are only getting better at it as well. hedonism today isn’t like the hedonism from the older decades. today, a simple and subtle form of hedonism is simply finding something entertaining. we desire to laugh, to desire something, to even get scared. some people find pleasure in that and a host of other things. we can find anything online, so basically anyone, no matter what their interests are, can find it, can devote considerable time to it, and find as much pleasure as they can possibly consume until they quite frankly can’t take anymore, or their battery runs out.

when i was at seminary, a popular phrase cited amongst the students was that our learning at the seminary was like “drinking out of a firehose”, and it couldn’t be more true. considering how i upped the ante on myself by taking two foreign languages simultaneously, my head of gray hair proves the phrase to carry considerable weight. but as much overload as seminary was, it was obvious i was putting in considerable effort to retain what i could, despite my small capacity. however, what i see with hedonism today is that it is being subtly quickened and becoming deadlier with the help of technology. we only have to be notified there’s a new thing that’ll be of some stimulation to us.

consider your time on youtube as an example. how many times have you gone there for a simple interest, to listen to a song, to watch a how-to video, to hear a commentary on something, when all of sudden you realize an hour or two have passed and you don’t even remember what your initial interest was. instead you catch yourself watching pets being reunited with their owners or how someone has dry aged an amazing steak for 100 days (confessions). the time that seemed to go by so quickly, so randomly wasn’t random at all, but it was a hedonistic trail of crumbs that caught our eyes, or rather, our heart’s attention.

we go on the gram to see such things as well. we follow the individuals we do because they stimulate us. we don’t follow others because well, we get nothing out of it. we snap because we like to share good, fond, interesting moments with others to see. none of these things are inherently evil, just as how money isn’t evil. but my concern is that it can all, in an evil fashion, subtly quicken our hearts away from where it needs to be.

what is the purpose of all this hedonistic tech talk? am i advocating to go buy a flip phone and go back to analog? not really, although i think it’d be pretty interesting. nor do i think that would be the solution because we would simply find another means to tickle our fancy and to satisfy our desires. however, what i do believe is happening through this tech is that we are constantly in a culture of receiving interesting things that we (most of the time unknowingly) obsess over, or we are constantly presenting a version of ourselves to others for the sake of our pleasure. otherwise, why do we consider what captions to write or which filters to use? (and #unfiltered is humblebrag too). it’s so we can be liked, so we can get more than 11. because at the end of the day, when people like you, it feels nice, and who doesn’t want to feel nice? again, we all find our feeling of “nice” in various ways today.

i say this because i see how we do all these things, or to be more accurate, tech does all these things and pushes all the hedonistic, self-satisfying buttons so perfectly that we keep coming back for more. if, say (humor me), we were to go back to analog and we didn’t have constant updates, constant communication, constant visuals or songs, and the radio went silent, what would we have? we’d have boredom. we’d have itching fingers, ears, minds, bodies because we want our tech back. we want our youtube, our shopping sites, our newsfeeds because without them, we feel naked, alone, unstimulated, unsatisfied. if all went silent, even for just a few days, i believe many of us would realize we are addicted. to tech, to hedonism, to ourselves, to sin satisfying us.

as a Christian, who lives in this age, and deals with all these things, i fit right in. i’m no different from anyone else. having gotten an apple watch for my birthday (ironic right), i’ve spent numerous hours this past week researching screen protectors, cases, straps, reading up on reviews, reading up on other sites for tips and hacks. all for what? so that i can know the time? it’s crazy how i can just spin off like an obsessed man, bent on getting the highest quality, horween leather watch strap so that it will last me forever, forgetting how i’ll probably lose interest in a few years or when the battery can’t hold a decent charge, whichever comes first.

the world revolves around us. and i confess, based on my actions, i live in a way where my actions would tell others the world revolves around me. and as a Christian i realize this age we live in is deceptively dangerous. we are well connected for good reasons, many good reasons. we have breaking news and immediate communication that can save lives. i’m not negating these positives, but i’m angling on how our sinful, hedonistic hearts are given a firehose that is always on. and the flesh in our hearts always want more of the bad stuff. but this is the clever design of the world, it isn’t bad for you if you don’t think it’s bad. obviously bad stuff are like the things your parents warned you about- bad grades, bad friends, illegal activities, sexual promiscuity. we know those are bad, but how’s youtube bad? how’s social media bad? how’s my phone bad?

addiction is one thing, but that’s not my conclusion (i’m getting there). what’s bad is that our drowning hedonism is only a quick-charge away. what’s bad is that we keep going for days, weeks, months, years unchecked in the heart. and after awhile, we know everything, we’re up to date, but the problem is that we have forgotten our only truly fulfilling deep pleasure comes from God alone. but instead, the pleasure we know we should receive from God is rather only a mental agreement at most. but as for making time for Him, He needs to wait in the queue behind the songs, videos, sites you need to check out first. and after you’ve had your hit, after you’ve seen enough, only after you feel satiated enough, then the thought comes “oh yeah, I didn’t do my QTs”. and the time with God, the pleasure He alone gives, remains a later to-do when you have more time, having wasted too much of the day and oh, you’re already behind on your project. sadly, this is dripping with irony, but worse yet, it’s so true for me and perhaps true with you.

but that is the clever design of the world, all our advances aren’t technically evil. money isn’t evil. i agree with all that, but not if we seek our satisfaction in those things. as a Christian, in my heart, i know my satisfaction can only come from God. if you’re a Christian, you know what i’m talking about. remember the last time you had a good, honest to God, quality time with Him? remember the last time His Word spoke tenderly yet powerfully to you? i’m not asking rhetorical questions like some preachers do to make you feel ashamed about y(our) lack of devotion. i’m earnestly asking you to reminisce with me so that you can recall the pleasure that comes from God, and the nature of peace He alone provides.

now that i’ve gone into heart-Christian talk, i’ll bring it home. my concern with all this hedonism-tech is that as we seek interesting stimuli, we can get caught up in this world of just constantly binging on media and a worldview that holds the world revolves around the importance of muah. obviously, none of us are so dumb to say it, at least none of my friends, but it’s what is functionally going on in our hearts. trust me, i got a degree.

and the problem with all this stuff is that we forget who we really are. it's like we can only see ourselves through filters and clever captions and hashtags now. but deep down inside, if we were to go completely radio silent and really look at ourselves, we would see some unfiltered things about ourselves. there would be ugliness we’d like to hide. and perhaps, deep down inside, we all know it’s there, but we don’t have to face it because we have so many tools and outlets at our disposal. so the easy way out is to keep our tools close and our outlets closer. let’s not face the music, rather, let’s turn it louder! bring on the firehose and store up a household of pleasure on a large capacity ssd drive.

but the bottom-line truth is this, as we dare to see the ugliness of ourselves, the sin that runs amok and forces our hand to put up a front or filter, Jesus says there’s no need for that. there’s no need to present an alternate version of yourself. Christ doesn’t judge us because He’s already taken our sins on the cross for us. instead of judging or shaming us, He comes with a full embracement of love and comfort. He offers it all by grace through faith in Him, and if we were to remind ourselves of His amazing grace more often, our minds and hearts would be continually blessed by Him. we’d no longer be conformed by all the other stimuli we used to chase after because an encounter with God and the pleasure and peace received by Him really shows us that the world has nothing in comparison.

many of us already know this. i’ve heard thousands of sermons as many as you have. but i wish to communicate my concerns, perhaps as a Christian PSA because we truly live in a subtly dangerous time, and often times i see our hearts are flying blind.

hopefully, this can be an encouragement to any of you who’ve made it this far to just spend a little more intentionality with God. to truly stop what you’re doing because that video isn’t going anywhere, and get your heart right again. truth is- you don’t want to spend time with God because your heart isn’t right with God. and just because you’re a Christian doesn’t mean you’ve got a free pass forever and no longer need Him. i’m not saying your salvation is at risk, silly. but your heart is. He doesn’t need you, but you need Him, remember the order because it’s important, and although He doesn’t need you, He wants you, and that is a powerful truth we all need to keep over our hearts.

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survivor-marianas-trench · 7 years

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“How Am I Supposed To Sit On My Fat *ss And Do Nothing If There’s No Tribal Immunity?” - EPISODE 1

i wont say names bc if these get released at the end i know the psycho wont leave me alone but theres a certain someone that never leaves another certain someone alone and theyre actually so annoying and they look like a balding foot and if i have to be in the same tribe with them i will definitely end up fighting them

so...cole walking on day 1? because he didn't want to be in a game with Julia wow. I am shook to the core.

1st off why are there 30 people here! 2nd off why are we all in a chat together! And 3rdly at least someone already took themselves out of the game. I didn't get last!!! I know setting the bar high. I'm very excited to play everyone is super nice and also I think my tribe is great. I got Sam and Liana on my tribe whom I played with during Atlantis. Sam and I were in an alliance but obviously it wasn't super tight...since I voted her off. But I love her dearly and hope we can work together again. Also excited for Liana because I always remember that she was good in challenges and she has already told me she won't want to throw any challenges this time. Haha. I already appreciate her so much. She is so sweet! Carson k is also on my tribe. Carson k is also a sweetheart and I'm sad that I didn't trust him much during Malibu and I hope that it can change here. Hopefully there is a survivor trivia challenge because he is so good with survivor trivia. Everyone else on the tribe seems really cool too as we aren't involved in the drama of the one world chat. Haha we have all of our members still and we are ready to win some challenges! #YouWishYouWereATasi also. Kait is here!!!! Omggggg I'm not ready. She messaged me last night and I was like oh god how do I talk to kait????? Like ugh ahhhh scared. No. Nothing against kait she just scares me! And I feel like she can tell....*gulp* but billy is also here and I love billy too. And Luke!!! Honestly so many amazing people who hopefully won't vote me off. Everyone in the community has been so supportive of me and has really helped relive some of the anxiety I've been having. But queen kait is here so I don't know how long it will last.

what the fuck am i doing i don't even know if im making a confessional for the right game....like i'm in a 3 survivor games and a big brother game and i've never wanted to kill myself more i was talkin with kait and i was like "omg i love karen!!" and KAREN ISN'T EVEN ON OUR FUCKING TRIBE. SHE'S DEADASS IN ANOTHER GAME. omg and this ninjohn bitch cracks me tf up so yeah thats about all i've done bye

tbh! what is going on in this game!!! The only people that I know and want to work with are Sam G, Dan, Amanda, Billy and Christine tbqh! I don't know anybody on my tribe except Billy so we're gonna be a cute duo. I think the twist is kind of fun, it's gonna make people need to be on their toes 24/7 and not get too comfortable hiding behind tribal wins because they just don't exist. Uh first boot from my tribe? Idk,...maybe me> maybe chrisssa? who knows!

On 3/6/17, at 9:54 PM, veronica [ hoenn host ] wrote: > how am i supposed to sit on my fat ass and do nothing like nicholas did if theres no tribe immunity >.> but also i really like the cast in this game and i know its gonna be lit this is like one of my fave survivors already and im in like 4 rn

set my soul on fire pls

YES MA'AM! This is Kelsey Mikaelson, representing BBCAN and Vampire Diaries, checking into Mariana Trench Survivor, is you good? Is you happy? Because I's wants to know, ok. Entering this competition was a quick shock. The tribe I was on is very friendly and we all got along quick and I'm living, I seem to get along well. Obviously, I'm the loud one, but I think that overall, I'm not too much which is good! You know what is too much though? Literally both other tribes OTHER than Tasi. Seeing how crazy they are during the One World makes us seem a lot more mellow which makes me seem a lot more quiet which is absolutely a great factor for my game. Anyways, next twist: triple elimination each week. Girl...I came here for a fresh new game that would be welcoming to newbies. This is literally death. I'm literally dead. *sigh*...Whatever. There are people in my tribe I've clicked with early on. Carson, Liana, Sam, Shea and Seamus have all been rather nice to me. However, one person that I have definitely gotten along with thus far is Lilly. She's so explosive and she's also so logical in everything she tells me, she's a great counterpart to me in this competition. I would say I trust Lilly the most, yes, I would. And going into this first tribal, I'm interested to see how our relationship will translate into gameplay. Hopefully, in a positive way~! Now to the challenge...I want to remain a team player, an innocent virgin, an airhead with nothing but loyalty with everyone. I don't want to manipulate, I want to slay. So, I'm going to put a rather safe score for myself. As long as I'm not on the bottom end of the powers, I'm fine. I just hope that this first tribal doesn't eat me alive...against my gut instinct, I'm not bringing strategy up for these first days. I just hope that people actually come to me like I'm expecting...otherwise, I gotta start making them moves, mama! Wish me the best of luck! From Canada with Love, -The ORIGINAL...Kelsey Mikaelson, muah!

I'm so nervous. I feel like knowing that you're going to tribal no matter what makes this all more nerve wracking. I'm trying to feel out who people want to go and what they want to do without making anyone feel like I'm jumping the gun or being too forward. Plus I think Darian is probably gunning for me, since I know he doesn't like me. I really don't wanna be first to go, but I feel like it's too risky to just immediately go after him. I'm hoping someone is inactive or will give us a reason to vote them out so that this first one is an easy one.

http://youtu.be/PTJUoasIy_Y

...moments later

If i learned anything from Rakiura, it's that I need to make a list or something of peoples' point values and possible advantages since people will forget about them come merge and then the person with all the advantages will win the season. :)

I'll call them out!

https://youtu.be/gK_YU4BaKyc

WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN MY TRIBE

So like this is a weird position to be in. I like everyone on my tribe????? Like how the fuck am I supposed to vote one of these hoes out when I like them? I'm clearly the prettiest, but like I love them all. This is a tragedy because if it was a normal damn game, I would be able to slay with my tribe. My plan so far is to just be super social and find the majority. I don't know how to play one world because usually the world revolves around me so.

So this season hasn't been that exciting at all so far for our tribe due to Cole's, not surprising, quit. I want to try harder than the last few skype/Tumblr games I've played since I definitely was inactive in the last few. I'm trying to socialize and need to expand my social surroundings since I haven't approached many yet. I have been talking to Luke however but he's terrible at responding. I don't mind if you're busy and can't respond quickly but when you message in the main chat and have the online symbol by your name you might want to respond back to a tribemate. That doesn't bode well for track records.

Things are weird. What do I do. Who do I talk to. Where am I. Okay now that I've gotten that off my chest I just tribes are weird. We aren't even really a tribe. I know we will have to just keep voting people off of our tribe. So what do we do? I have no leads. Except I kinda want a girls alliance so I would prefer a guy out this week just to play it safe. I feel like I could talk to Liana and Sam about this but also nervous. Idk. I'll do something soon but this is a lot to process. I also hope that not too many voting things will affect tribal. I'm not ready for it. That is all. Good day.

Hello!!! Alright so this first week has just been....a mess. Like, y'all really put me in a group with 30 people...with one world in play...I'm gonna go insane. Although it's not entirely a bad thing. I have my Queens Kait and Jenn to keep me sane. I had Cole......for like 2 hours until he left WHICH I'M STILL BITTER ABOUT. I love him so much it's not even funny. Anyways for the people on my tribe, I absolutely adore Dan so I can definitely see us working together. Sam G. is here as well and WHEW. A Queen. I love her so much. If I had a dream alliance within this tribe it'd probably be Dan, Sam, Kelsey, Lily, Carson and myself. I haven't gotten the chance to talk to Seamus or Liana and trying to start a conversation with Shea is a bit like pulling teeth so far so...yeah, that's how things are looking right about now I'm so scared for this tribal cause I don't know what to expect??? Like I probably should've just went all in for immunity but I didn't cause I didn't wanna go overboard...so much for that huh. Wish me luck for now I guess!

...30 minutes later...

I'm screaming apparently Shea's already brought my name up to people but suddenly changed it to Carson when I started talking to them??? Something smells fishy here and I'm not here for it. I've got my eye on Shea, that's for sure. In all honesty I'd rather target Shea than Carson cause Carson's actually chill while Shea's probably gonna get a little messy along the way which makes me nervous but Dan trusts him for now so I guess I just gotta go with the flow for now...

Hi Ricky! Super excited to be safe this round, just gotta sit here and look cute!

the furrys are on the prowl, yiff yiff. there are quite a few furrys in this game lmao. so basically on my tribe i really like veronica and am teaming with her. shea really likes me and veronica so we r gonna try and work with them. i think i want to vote for sam this round bc like i like everyone else and the noobs in our tribe seem kinda easy to push around so im excited!

My tribe is so BORINGGGGG tbh no one talks in the chat anyways here's an analysis i promised Ricky <3 When something more happens youll get more out of me but literally nothings going on OH I HAVE AN ALLIANCE WITH DAN AND LUKE BUT YOU BUT US ALL ON DIFFERENT TRIBES WHICH IS GROSS The end. heres my analysis of my tribe woo Andie - Love him we've been friends for a while and he wants to work together so thats cute af Daisy - Super nice we've talked quite a bit so far. I like her Darian - He seems super nice to me and we talked a bit but ive heard he's a shitshow and ive been warned so i know to tread lightly Emma - I'm not gonna like when i saw Emma was on my tribe I was about to beat someones ass because I felt like she hated my guts last time i was around her and it was a rough experience but she like came to me and apologized and shit saying she was having a rough time and idk if that was just to cover her ass for this game or what but im gonna forgive but not forget at this point...or at least until swap/merge lmao Kait - i fucking love Kait she's super straight to the point which is great when everyone else sugar coats the hell out of everything. We seem to work well in PI so here's to hoping it works out this time and we can be a dynamic duo lolol Rhea - Last Week in another game she said she didnt like playing with me and my friends...im not really with my close friends in this game so idk if itll be different but like we've played together a ton and i dont think we ever worked together. She's the nicest person in the world but we like never click together so i wouldnt be surprised if she wanted my ass gone Rob - I dont think we've talked? oops lmfao Sam R. - Hes so chill. We played Myanmar together and we worked together while also targeting eachother? it was so fucking complicated ahahaha but i love him as a person so i hope we're okay in this game??? idk yet tbh Steven - We've talked a bit in the past. He's chill but we arent super close. I dont think he'd target me though so thats a plus

Wooo! I guess taking -10,030 points was worth it! I won immunity from the raffle and I also have the 30% advantage! Couldn't be more happy about the outcome of this challenge. I honeslty don't know who to vote for and I sure as hell won't be scrambling. I know it's not me and that's all I care about

i am gad we were safe week 1 thanks to Cole quitting again it's insane that he did that but i am glad it gave us safety this week. I hope i can stay longer because immunity wins aren't relying on everyone to win together so if i am bad they won't think i am a threat..

well! tasi WAS peaceful, until little shea decided to target me ONCE again in a game. id like to see him try, because i am NOT going premerge. and, if i have anything to say about it, his ass is GRASS!

So, everyone this tribal has said they are voting Carson, which I have no problems with. I feel like the blame is being put on me for this vote which I don't want. If people flip and I go home, so be it.

Daisy seems to be the first target and I don't want her to leave. I'm going to see if we can get the votes back on Amanda.

http://prntscr.com/ehnjlj

So, tonight is making me super nervous and I don't know what to do.... I feel like this twist fucks me and that's not good. I have played sooo many PI seasons that I feel like I am an easy target. Also this one world twist is legit making this game THAT much harder and I honestly don't like this shit. I don't know what the fuck I am going to do, and it sucks so much. I feel like I am a mess and it sucks more so than anything. I just want to make it past this tribal, and I am not sure that I willl.

Whew I need to write a confessional but also I'm watching Survivor! I am really nervous for this vote! Everyone has been so quiet and I haven't talked to that many people. The plan is supposed to be for Carson. Lily, Liana, Dan, Christine, and I were supposed to create an alliance but we haven't. I'm hoping we will later and no one is actually trying to vote me out. Seamus did say 'Christine or Sam' but he meant Carson? Okay sure hopefully he did!

Sooo, this has been a wild round, and im not even gonna get into the cole thing other than to say, I'm glad you and your negative bitch ass is gone, and maybe come for me with more accurate shit next time :))). But since this "lovely" soul quit, I didn't have to go to tribal, and I also beat him AHAHAH. BUT I've been chit-chatting with Gabriel alot and I love Gabriel they are soooo chill tbh. And I also am kinda lucky since I know so many people know this season whew. Okay bye

#deeperdarkerdanger

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