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voidpetrova · 3 months

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you can pretend — rafe cameron x reader

☄. *. ⋆ content warning(s) & genre: swearing, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, substance abuse in general, self-sabotage — angst

˚♡ ｡˚ synopsis: he had nobody to blame but himself, he was his own enemy

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you can pretend you're getting better, like it's all going away. you can pretend, but the echoes of betrayal linger in the spaces between memories. the shattered fragments of trust lay scattered, a painful mosaic of what was once love. you can pretend you've found a way out, even though you're just going in circles. you can pretend you're not in love, even though it's all you have left.

rafe knew where it all started, he knew the problems he faced wouldn't have existed in the first place if it weren't for him. he was his own worst enemy. giving credit where its due, the road wasn't always rocky. much like any other relationship, the honeymoon phase was short-lived—it was meant to set the tone of your entire relationship. from the parties to the picnics, to meeting your parents, to meeting his friends. the joy was endless, but nothing lasts forever.

the first nine months flew by quickly, which is precisely why what followed hit you like a ton of bricks. it all started with petty arguments—typical stuff—“why aren't the dishes done?” and “you're using again, aren't you?”. these were daily topics, occurences that happened nearly every day—if you went a day without fighting, you'd truly be thanking god. those petty quarrels were kicked up a notch after a few weeks, jealousy issues and making scenes in public. the more rafe used, the harder it was on you, but finally, there was a reckoning.

three months later, and he had finally stopped using. it shocked him more than it had shocked you, but it was done, cold turkey. he spent the next two months sober, and things were finally taking a turn for the best. you were happy, you were both content, as if the honeymoon phase was ready to make a reappearance. all of that went to waste the minute you found out rafe had been cheating those two months.

it wasn't something you had expected, not even from someone like him. you had given him your all—you took care of him, drove him home when he was too wasted to do it himself, bathed him when he was too strung out, cooked for him, stayed loyal to him—things most men dream about. the day you found out, it killed something inside you. you were in physical pain, unable to breathe, you could barely get yourself together.

you left him the next day, quicker than anticipated. the day you confronted him, he had greened out thirty minutes prior. he hadn't registered a single thing you said, despite the screaming and sobbing, not a single word was processed. after that, you made sure you were unreachable. even when topper had filled in the blanks for him, it was too late. no matter the method, he had no way of accessing you. that's when his life truly began to fall apart.

“i feel disgusting,” were the words you had uttered to kiara and sarah. sitting in front of the mirror on your wall, you brushed your hair out, untying the knots and tight ends. despite being his sister, sarah was one of your biggest supporters. she felt for you, and did everything in her power to make you feel better. she exchanged a disappointed glance with kiara as they made her way up to you.

there was truly no way to describe your beauty, something that couldn't be put into words. it was one of the many reasons nobody believed rafe had it in him to cheat, it took a lot of convincing. “you have never been disgusting,” kiara assured, brushing loose strands of your hair down past your shoulder. “you can't let this ruin you, not this. not him.”

sarah couldn't help but nod in agreement, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “besides,” she rested her chin on your shoulder, offering a sweet smile. “now you've got the best excuse to come to the party tonight, don't you?” you returned the smile, you had to. they were your dear friends, and you knew all they wanted was the best for you. though hesitant, you nodded in agreement.

rafe had no interest in hosting any parties with his friends. in fact, rafe had no interest in anything anymore. he laid, spread out on his couch, another can of beer in one hand, a blunt in the other. topper and kelce had been concerned since the day the break-up took place. they had resorted to persuading both parties, in fact, with no positive results.

“you gotta stop that man, it's enough,” kelce commented, his tone genuine. rafe's eyes were bloodshot as he shot him a glance. he couldn't sleep, his mind wouldn't let him. the guilt would eat him alive, unless he had something in his system. the lack of your presence was replaced by each line he snorted, each pill he took, each whore he paid for a good time. but the feeling would always come back. he sneered at his friend, “i'll decide when it's enough.”

the kook party started off as a lavish affair held in their beachfront mansion. the atmosphere was opulent, with elegant decorations and dimmed lights creating a sophisticated ambiance. guests were dressed in upscale attire, sipping on exotic cocktails while a live band played smooth tunes. the air was filled with laughter and the occasional clinking of glasses as attendees enjoyed the extravagant setting overlooking the ocean. it exuded an air of exclusivity, with a mix of socialites and high-society figures mingling in an upscale celebration.

“party's a shitshow,” rafe snapped, teeth grinding as he held onto the bathroom's sink with both hands, knuckles whitening. he only glanced in the mirror for a split second, no longer. he had reached his breaking point, unable to stand the sight of himself in the mirror. one hand was lifted, giving him less leverage, but just enough for him to swipe his credit card from his pocket, arranging lines amongst the white powder on the sink's edge. the first line went by in a flash, his nostrils searing with an amazing pain. the second went by just as fast, along with the third.

he blew the excess powder off the sink, watching it blend in with the atmosphere. knowing he would need time for the effects to kick in—for his head to spin fast enough to rid him of his focus, all the problems he had been facing. his main one, the one he had been struggling with for as long as he could remember. he couldn't face you, he couldn't stand the sight of you. it made his stomach churn and his blood boil, knowing he was his own worst enemy.

as he left the bathroom, he could feel his heart pounding in his ears. he ignored the crowd that surrounded him, the hands reaching out to greet him, the voices calling out to him, asking if he was alright. he could feel his chest rising heavily, eyebrows furrowed as if trying to block the upcoming headache. he moved past everybody as fast as he could, desperate for fresh air. if he had known what awaited him outside, he would've asked god to take him right then and there.

you were wrapped in a mesmerizing blend of gold and baby pink, adorned with delicate lace that mimiced the intricate patterns of ocean waves. the short length accentuated your legs, and the subtle shimmer added a touch of ethereal beauty. you wore it with confidence, your radiance enhancing the dress's allure, creating a stunning ensemble that captured everyone's attention. you were radiant, pushing your hair down your shoulder as you chatted with jj and pope, allowing them to relax you as much as they could. they knew how nervous you were.

everybody did. rafe could see it, too. he stood there, yards away, frozen in his tracks. for the first time in a long time, he didn't feel anger. it was a feeling that couldn't be described—a painful melancholy that would drive him to tears instead of the nearest bottle of expensive liquor. he couldn't move, no matter how much he wanted to. he stayed there, eyes glued to you, watching every move you made.

you were all he had, all he would ever have. even when he knew he didn't have you.

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saturnxgojo · 2 months

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trios dont work. // satosugu x reader (business AU) (FULL WORK)

✦ Pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x afab!reader (she/her)

✦ Summary: trios dont work, and nine years later consequences hit

✦ Warnings: alcoholism, mention of death (mamagumi), passing out due to alcohol consumption, abandonment, clubs, petnames (sweetheart, doll, pretty girl, whatnot), dunno what else lmk

✦ A/n: im still sick, im still hurt, i dont appreciate hurtful things being said to me in my asks, but here you go, if its all a bit vague; im sick.

✦ Wordcount: 7272

✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.

nine years. It had been nine years.

The first year felt unrealistic. It was strange. going from being side by side with each other almost 24/7 to no contact at all. [Name] didn’t know what she did wrong, just that one day Satoru and Suguru decided they didn’t want her in their life anymore.

She remembered everything of their last day together, every once in a while it would suddenly pop back up into her head, but in that first year, it replayed again and again; every day.

“Suguru!” [Name] had called out to one of the two teenage boys as she caught up to them “hi!”

Suguru flung his arm around the girl's shoulders, pulling her into his side as she greeted Satoru.

“Where have you been, doll? We were looking for you.”

[Name] laughed as she grabbed their hands and pulled them along. “Shoko and I accidentally forgot to sleep, so when I did fall asleep around ten I was doomed to wake up late.”

The two boys looked at each other and smiled, the little ball of sunshine walking in front still pulling them along.

“So four hours of sleep and already this energetic? you still gotta teach me that trick.” Satoru commented as he looked at her, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She replied with a ‘real magicians don’t explain their best tricks’

After they walked for a while, they finally reached the top of a mountain, looking down on the city below.

The beginning of summer break celebration was going on, kids from their private school and from public schools in the city came together to celebrate. Many people crowded the streets, there was music, and they could see everything perfectly.

“look who knows the best spots once again”

They had spent the entire afternoon on the top of that mountain since classes were canceled due to the celebration, their fellow students were down there, having fun.

But as they were probably dancing and partying; Satoru took on the challenge to chase [Name] around the hill, she yelped and ran behind the other boy, clutching to the back of his shirt for protection as she heard the two boys negotiate.

“Don’t you dare Suguru,” she warned, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He placed one of his hands on hers and suddenly pulled her to the front. “Not you too please! ah!” she yelped, but the next moment she was giggling, she could never stand a chance against their tickle war. Ever since they found out she was very ticklish a few years ago it had become a thing for them to annoy her with. Whenever it was if she were sad, annoyed, angry, or if they felt like it, the boys would look at each other and [Name] would run instantly if she saw. (Which she most of the time didn’t and fell into their grasp giggling.)

Later at night they went back to the school, they had watched the sun set, then the fireworks, and then [name] and Satoru listened and looked in awe as Suguru pointed out constellations in the night sky. It was perfect.

At some point her eyes fell and she slept. The black haired boy looked down at her sleeping on Satoru's shoulder before giving a sad smile.

“She will never forgive us.”

“But at least we'll protect her.”

The next morning when [name] woke up in the room she shared with Shoko there was a little note on her nightstand.

‘you’re gonna be okay’ in Satoru’s messy and rushed handwriting. She got dressed and ran out of her room, looking for her best friends. what did Satoru mean with that she was gonna be okay?

She looked all over the grounds, the dining hall, library, common rooms, classrooms, the fields and gardens. Eventually she decided to also check their dorm. Girls and boys weren’t originally allowed in each other's dorm rooms, but since everyone was packing their stuff for summer the teachers didn’t care. So she followed the familiar path towards the boys their shared room. The posters were gone from their door, but they probably took those down first she thought. [name] knocked on the door, no reaction. She opened the door to find it completely empty except for the furniture that belonged to the school.

Graduation was next week, why were they moved out already? For the last few years they always did that together. Where were they? As she turned around and bumped into Nanami, he looked just as confused as he took in the empty room.

He looked at her, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. She knew what he was gonna ask, “They’re putting their stuff into the car or?”

She showed him the note in her hand and Nanami just got more question marks behind his eyes.

For a week she wondered where they were, she held hope they’d come knocking on her temporary apartment building her parents owned as she waited in the city for graduation. However; no knock came, no call, no letter or note, nothing. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru disappeared from the radar.

When graduation rolled around word went round that Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru would not be attending. They had waited for this moment for she didn’t know how long. Plans were made to go out with their other friends after, they had plans for the future! But now, instead of her two best friends cheering on her louder than anyone else as she held her valedictorian speech, her other friends cheered double as hard. They knew she’d been struggling this week. Shoko had crashed at her temporary apartment since she didn’t want to deal with her parents. Nanami also came by daily, and if they hadn’t been there, no one would’ve known what would’ve happened to [name].

The second year was still unbearable. [Name] worked a lot, saving money, attending college, going out with her friends on the weekends. She often found herself looking to her sides, expecting to see one of her two former best friends walking there. She always looked for them in crowds, she looked everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found.

In the third year [name] finally figured out her future. She was in her third year but decided to drop out. She saved a lot of money, and she was relatively well off so she bought a building in the busy city and within six months the place opened to a magnificent night club and partially a cafe two times a week. It took a lot of promotion, and a lot of patience until the place blew up.

In just the first year that it opened, she gained so much she paid off the entire loan of the building. It hit off with people her age, and at just nineteen [name] was going to become one of the youngest millionaires of her time, she just didn’t know it yet.

Her friends loved the place too, and they were immensely proud of [name] after what she had gone through a few years prior. She proved to the world that the only person she truly needed was herself and that she could do whatever she wanted to.

The second year after opening the fourth without Gojo and Geto [name] opened a second location of her club across the world in Los Angeles.

And now nine years later, and six locations in Tokyo, Los Angeles, Amsterdam, NYC, Paris and London [Name] had in fact become the fastest growing self made millionaire at her age. She lived in Beverly Hills, had her own place designed and built and she was living the life.

Now; in her bathroom it was still a calm Saturday night but she knew that in an hour she would be in her own club, observing the people as she sipped on her drink. Saturdays were the busiest; first day of the weekend but that also meant a lot of money.

“Scarlett?” [name] called out to her assistant who walked towards the entrance of the bathroom. “Take two weeks off, alright? Paid vacation of course, take your wife anywhere you want, put it on my bill. It’s summer and you haven’t been on a break since last year. It’s not up for debate.” She was fixing the last strands of her hair before turning towards the woman in her doorframe who looked a bit ill at her words. “Now, how do I look?” she gave Scarlett a smile.

“As beautiful as always. And… Are you sure you’ll be fine? I mean… Two weeks is a lot.” Scarlett loved her job, not because it paid well, or because her boss was very generous. She loved her job because her boss felt more like a close friend rather than a boss.

“You’re right, make it three weeks. You deserve it, you and your wife both. I’ll be fine, I know how to start a washer and dryer, I know how to do the dishes. What else would I need? Now, have fun on your vacation, you better send me pics, and have fun! I gotta get going now though cause I'm already late.”

Scarlett still looked a bit sick as she bid farewell to her boss, but at least she could finally take a break, which she was too shy to admit she actually needed.

[Name] walked through the front door of the club, she didn’t pick favorites is what she told others, but the location here in LA and the one in Paris were definitely her favorites of the six she owned. The music was beaming, lights flashing and the scent of alcohol and sweat hung in the air. Security guards nodded at her in a silent greeting as she made her way to her office, one of them trailing her for her own protection. Tonight was going to be a good night, she thought as she poured herself a drink, quickly drowning it before taking a glance at the paperwork that had been assembled on her desk during the last few days. She’d take it home when she left tonight. The security guard opened the door again and waited for her to lock it, after she gave him the signal he didn’t have to trail her tonight.

She walked past the VIP area, making some small conversations with people she’d seen before. There were new faces too, there always were. All different types of ‘em too. It was a safe space as well as a club. She stopped at Toji’s table, how he and her met was a long story. Everyone at [Name] her boarding school knew of the Zen’in family and their generations at the school, same as the Gojo family, as well as her own. She’d seen him here at the club one day a few years ago, standing at the bar and damn he looked familiar she had thought. It soon clicked in her head and she walked up to him.

“Zen’in?” she had called as she stood behind him.

“Fushiguro now actually, took my wife's last name.” he said as he turned around, looking at the young woman in front of him. “Wait,” he had studied her face, until his eyes landed on the obvious giveaway of her family “[last name]?”. She nodded and smiled in response to his guess. “Never thought I’d see one of you all the way out here.”

“Well, someone has to be the millionaire of the family.” Toji’s eyes widened as he asked for more details, giving an impressed grin when he found out she was the owner.

“You got it good, girl. I wouldn’t have suspected you to be the type.”

“Hello again, it’s been a while.” She sat down on the couch next to him, observing the people as they danced to the music. There were some empty glasses in front of him but Toji seemed rather sober.

“[Last name], you look good tonight.” he gave her a grin, it had been a few years since his wife died, the first few years were a mess for him, he was in here every night drinking away his grief. But over the years he had come to accept her passing and actually started taking care of his son again. Now he came every weekend, mostly just Saturdays since that's when his son was at his friends’ or godfathers house. “Thank you,” she smiled at him, smoothing out the satin dress on her body. “How’s Megs?” She hadn’t seen either of them ‘cause they’d been residing in Japan for a while. Toji smiled at the mention of his son. It took him too long to realize that the little boy was his light in life, his wife lived on in him and oh he was amazing.

“He’s fine, great actually. He graduated from Jujutsu High a few weeks ago…” as Toji said that an old but familliar scent hit [name] her nostrils and she immediately turned her head around but didn’t find what she smelled. “It was amazing to see him receive his diploma. To be really honest, a few years ago I thought I’d never be back at that place again after I graduated years and years ago myself.”

“He’s so grown up already, I can remember when you told me he just started.” [Name] turned her head back towards her friend with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes. “And to be fair, I don’t think I’ll ever return to Jujutsu High again, no matter the reason.” there was a reason- there were simply too many memories there that she had tried her hardest to forget. Those memories being the ones she just smelled.

The mixed scent of sweet floral yet strong cologne and a really overwhelming smell of pine and vanilla still hung faintly in the air.

It can’t be, she thought. Her mind was just playing tricks on her because Toji had her remember things she didn’t want to. There’s no way.

Yet when she bid farewell to Toji and walked towards the bar she smelled it again. The bartenders didn’t look up when she walked behind the bar and poured herself a drink, yet she overheard their conversations.

“That man's eyes… wow! I’ve never seen anyone with eyes that bright!”

It’s not him. They’re not here.

“But the other one! His shoulders… my god.”

[Name] walked away before she’d drive herself insane over this. There was no way they were here. If they were, she would’ve spotted them already. Even though a decade can change a lot about a person; Gojo’s bright blue eyes and bright hair and Geto’s long dark hair and muscled figure always stood out, especially when together.

She wasn’t even sure if they’d regcronise her. She cut her hair, the final stages of puberty hit her later so she got some more curves and flesh, her style had changed and so had her personality. Though deep down she knew that if she’d ever see those two boys again, she’d turn back into her old bubbly self if it took too long. She always had a soft spot for them, no matter what happened or how much she denied it, they would always be a part of her past. Toji had also once told her she walked around like she owned the place, to which she replied that she did. He’d given her credit for the remark and she’d told him to put things on her tab that night.

With a racing heart she went back to observing the crowds. Walking alongside tables, along the dancefloor, everywhere.

Theres no way these two fucks still wear the same cologne after years.

She sipped her drink, it burned in her throat, but it wasn't unpleasant. She walked towards the staircase for staff and security. All the way up it overlooked the layout of the building and she could spot things easier.

I’m going to drive myself insane by looking for people that aren’t-

Her train of thoughts stopped when she saw a mob of bright white hair, she stared at it for ten seconds before looking at the person's face and she felt her head get light, looking besides him she saw a familiar black haired man.

Fuck.

She turned around, not being able to look anymore. The top of the stairs wasn't lit, so the chance they would’ve seen her was slim, very slim. [Name] sunk to the ground and drowned her drink in one go, this time the burn lasted longer and she closed her eyes. A few years ago she had promised herself that if she’d ever find them in her club- her property, she’d get them kicked out. Yet now that she found them, that seemed impossible. She couldn’t just walk up to them and tell them to get out of here.

Why not?

Why not? There was no reason as to why not. As she said, it was her property, she could do whatever she wanted and before she realized it herself she was already making her way to the table they were sitting at.

The music seemed to dim, the world became clearer yet also blurrier as she stood in front of them.

“Get the fuck out of my place.” she said, there was anger and aggression in her voice as she looked at them. “Now.”

Gojo and Geto both looked up at the person speaking to them. Geto had to do a double take as he took in the woman before him, but Gojo’s heart and smile dropped instantly.

“Get out. You’ll be okay.” her own eyes met Gojo’s blue ones, sending back his own words he left on that note nine years ago.

[Name] raised her eyebrows in amusement as she looked at the two men infront of her. They changed so much, yet nothing at all. She’d wait sixty seconds before she would raise her hand and look to the side to call security.

“[N-name]? What are you doing here?” Gojo stuttered.

“Running my club, what about you?” she smiled sarcastically before glaring at him. “Leave. You two wanted me out of your life, now I want you two out of mine. Leave and never show your face here, or at any of my locations, ever again. You have one minute before I call security.”

Geto stared at her with wide eyes, the woman in front of him was not the one they left behind nine years ago. There was no sign of silly jokes and giggles, lit up eyes and playful eyerolls.

This woman was cold. That was the only word that came to Geto’s mind. There was no love in her eyes anymore, her spark wasn't the same. And the worst part of it was that Gojo and he were probably the reason for it.

“Ha! Look who it is, man I didn’t expect you here. Isn’t Megs at your place?” Toji suddenly appeared out of nowhere and his words made [name] even more lightheaded. He wrapped his arm around her waist briefly, a small sign of affection and recognition as they exchanged glances. “You know them?” she asked Toji who enthusiastically replied.

“Yeah! Blue eyes is Megumi’s godfather. But I was just gonna head back out, got an emergency meeting first thing tomorrow. See ya [name], take care of yourself, alright?” he waved goodbye to Gojo and Geto and walked out.

Great. Fucking great.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking-

“Follow me, no questions and you'll walk out of here unharmed.” she spoke in a cold tone before turning around and making her way to her office.

What the fuck was happening. Who had cursed this upon her?

She unlocked the door to her office and walked in, pouring herself another drink as the two men came in. “Sit down.”

They did as she said and sat down in the chairs facing the desk. Gojo sneaked a look at one of the papers on her desk. It showed the gain of the last month. That was more than his and Geto’s company made… in three months…

He quickly sat back when she turned around and sat in the desk chair with her drink in hand. It was a fancy black one, CEO’s would have it- he had one alike.

“I thought you didn’t drink.” Gojo said, trying to make small talk.

“I thought I would have a nice future with my best friends nine years ago.” She took a sip of her drink, looking at both of them before speaking again. “Explain. You have ten minutes, and I am solely doing this for the sake of Toji and Megs cause I will not have them know we are on bad terms.”

They stared at her. Nine years ago she would have blushed and tried to hide away or scolded them to stop, but now she stared back, no trace of blushing on her cheeks.

“Get to it. We’re adults now, we both have running businesses. So let's get over it.”

Geto sighed, this was more complicated than the situation nine years ago was. Or maybe explaining it nine years ago would’ve been easier, [name] was easier then. Not in a bad way, she changed, they all did, but Geto had the feeling that she would’ve understood it better back then rather than now. Both Gojo and Geto felt the anger radiating off her, she looked like she could in fact kill both of them right now.

“We got mixed up with the wrong people in our last year.” Gojo suddenly said and she huffed in annoyance but kept quiet. “You know we were already making plans for our business back then, we tried to make some ties here and there and a particular branch of people scammed us. That’s how we met Toji too, he was mixed up with the same people. They had known I came from money and so they stalked us around, even at school. Pretty soon they found how close we were with you and before we knew it they had entire records open on you. Where you lived, who your parents are, all that type of things! They found your birth certificate! With that came that they found out you came from money too- old money. So they started with threatening to keep us hostage ‘till you paid them a fine, knowing you would.

After we complied and gave them some money they continued with the blackmail. They came to us with pictures of you asleep, during class, free time, of your apartment in the city. They said they’d kidnap you, said what they’d do to you if we wouldn’t give them more money once our business grew. They knew it would grow because of my father, so we had to cut ties with you to protect you. On the last night-”

“Enough.” She took a long sip of her drink and threw her head back. “You know how much this sounds like bullshit? Protect me or they’d kidnap me and torture me unless-literally speaking-you payed them a fuck ton of money. You could’ve fucking told me? You could’ve waited ‘till after graduation? Yet you decided not to knowing I would be a fucking wreck for years upon years. And then suddenly, after almost a decade you show up in my club acting like a bunch of fucking pussies. The boys I knew wouldn’t pull shit like that! They’d fight cause they’re rich private school jackasses who wouldn’t back out of a fight, nor abandon their best friend simply because some fuckers threatened to hurt her! This could’ve easily been fucking figured out because for fucks sake Gojo! You! You are the heir to one of the oldest bloodlines in country, and so am I so I personally do not see where the fucking problem lies in that it could not have been resolved! And you- no. Don’t you both see the logic in this?” she took a deep breath and looked them both in the eye “I am drunk alright but even I can see this is bullshit.”

She threw her head back again and took a deep breath and exhaled it.

“You don’t know how scared we were to lose you to them, [name]!” Geto looked at her, but she was looking at the boring white ceiling. “Yeah, well. You lost me because of your fears of losing me.”

Silence hung in the air for a minute or so as she let those words sink in.

Don't do it. Do not do it. It doesn't matter how close you used to be with them. It doesn’t matter that they took your v-

“Okay here's the deal. It's friday, or well saturday by now probably. Tuesday this place is a cafe, like it is two times a week. You both come here at ten AM, and well talk then, cause again I am fucking drunk.” rolling her head back and looking at them she sighed “Now get out.”

Gojo and Geto gave each other a look, then looked back at [Name]. She looked back, even though her eyes were a bit bloodshot and teary, her gaze was filled with anything but care and love. Geto took a deep breath before standing up. “Will you get home safely?” He asked and she could see there was genuine concern in his eyes as he frowned a little.

“I’ll call my assistant to come and get me.” She rolled her eyes and gave them another look that told them to get out.

Only [Name] forgot that she had sent Scarlett on vacation, so when she dialed her number it went straight to voicemail. She walked out of the club with the stack of paperwork from earlier in her hands and called an uber. The driver said he was near and there within a minute, so when eventually a black car stopped in front of her she got in. Vaguely she heard him ask for her destination and she gave her address.

Tonight hadn’t gone as planned, at all. She had expected a calm evening but it was anything but. [Name] had always thought she was over it, over them, or at least for the biggest part. There were always small reminders of them in everything she did or had. But she really thought she’d be able to kick them out, out of her club and out of her life just like they’d done to her. Their explanation–it made sense but it didn’t. Sure she knew they were busy setting up their business, she knew they were making connections. But stalking? The threats? It seemed unreal, yet it was known that around that time there was a peak of criminal groups disguising as business people in Japan.

[Name] searched for her wallet and pulled out three bills of twenty when the car stopped in front of the gate to her home.

“Keep the change.” she said and stumbled out, typing in the code of the gate and walking in. She stood still for a moment, looking up at the sky before collapsing on the grass. LA didn’t give the best view of the stars, yet she stared at them anyways, the moonlight shining down on her. It didn’t take long before her eyes closed and she fell asleep under the stars.

Satoru and Suguru watched the woman collapse on the grass and they jumped out of the car. How she hadn’t noticed it wasn’t her UBER, they didn’t know. The gate closed just before the two men could reach it.

Satoru slammed on the gate, while the other used his brain and looked at the numbers. Three of them were slightly stained with a black substance–probably mascara that [name] had rubbed onto her hand when she rubbed her eyes.

Suddenly Suguru saw it, those three numbers were the first three numbers of his birthday.

“Over us, my ass.” he said as he typed in his birthday on the keypad.

The other looked over at him and stared as the gate opened. “How’d you do that?” “It was my birthday.” they were both a bit dumbfounded by it, but neither of them would be lying if they denied her birthday was also still their phone password.

Once the gate was open enough they ran through it. The once nicely stacked papers were now sprawled around her as her chest slowly rose up and down. Suguru rushed towards the papers, those were finance and he knew she’d be pissed if they flew away. Satoru ran to get the woman off the grass, he mentioned for Suguru to grab her purse and fish out her keys as he carried her to the front door.

“Fucking hell sweetheart, you never fail to get us concerned do you?” Satoru held her tightly as Suguru opened the door with the sixth key he tried. They stared in awe as the lights turned on. Yeah, this is definitely a [Name] house. “Couch?”

“She never liked sleeping on couches, let’s just find her room.”

The two men wandered around the massive house, looking inside every room in the hopes it was her personal bedroom. They stumbled across her office, multiple empty bedrooms–and bathrooms, tons of dead ends, and lots and lots of paintings. But finally when they took one corner it became clear this was where [name] spent most of her time. They opened the biggest door and it revealed a bedroom, adorned with adorable furniture and picture frames, and of course more art. This was definitely her room.

Suguru looked at pictures of a teen [name] with Shoko, next to it stood a picture of Nanami–which didn’t seem to be a very old picture. He saw lots of familiar faces. Even some of Megumi and his friends. In the meantime Satoru had carried her to her bed and laid her down.

“We either wake her up and get yelled at, or we leave her like this and she’ll wake up feeling terrible.” Satoru turned on the light on the nightstand and looked at his best friend.

To be completely honest–they hadn’t known they were in her club tonight. They both knew she owned a chain of clubs, just like how she probably knew about their business. Their surprise to see her had been much alike to [name] except for the hatred. Both of them had said it. That she’d hate them once they left, and she did, they saw the anger this evening. Though it was a surprise she didn’t turn violent, not that [name] was aggressive or anything, but what would any sane person do when they’d see the person who made their life miserable by leaving her alone?

It was probably Toji’s appearance who stopped her from doing that.

“Or we do our best to make her comfortable cause she ain’t gonna be sleeping well in that. If she wakes up we accept the result. If she doesn’t; we leave as quietly as possible and see her tuesday.” Geto proposed and already turned to what he assumed was a walk in closet.

He blindly grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of shorts from a random drawer and walked back out. As the two stood beside the bed looking at the sleeping woman another wave of realization hit them but it soon faded away and they got to action. Sure it was a bit weird they were changing their former best friend's clothes while she was sleeping, but they’d rather have her comfortable rather than ripping an expensive looking dress.

You just do this because you want to make up for the time you lost with her.

It wasn’t the first time they had changed her clothes, saw her naked or passed out. Yet it was a very different situation now. Nine years had passed.

It took them a while, and some whispered curses and confusion of the dress [Name] was wearing later, they stood back and watched as she lay there, sleeping. Satoru had gone to get a clean glass of water for on her bedside while Suguru tucked her into bed.

“You’d definitely have our heads if you knew we were here…” he spoke as he gently lifted her head to get the hair out of her neck. That’s when he realized she also still had make-up on, best leave that for her to do when she wakes up, Suguru thought.

“Scarlett? Scar don’t forget…” Suguru froze as he watched [Name] stir in her sleep. He carefully reached out and placed a hand on her head.

“Go back to sleep, pretty girl.” He closed his eyes, the sound of her voice hadn’t changed, though when they talked earlier it was rougher, there was hatred in her voice. Now her voice was soft and calm, like it had been all those years ago.

They’d spent summers at each other's houses, mostly Satoru’s or [Name]’s, and every morning the boys would hear that soft, whiney, sleepy voice and they’d just melt. Surrender whatever and tickle and smother the girl in hugs and kisses.

Some outsiders called them ‘like siblings’ , some said the three could argue like a married bunch, others said they were invisibly bonded, like a string always connecting them wherever they went, always coming back to each other.

Suguru kneeled beside the bed, looking around the room. Though [Name] may be in her late twenties, the way she decorated her room was still the same as in her high school days. Picture frames with pictures of friends everywhere, posters of shows, bands, movies on the walls. Plants here and there, a pile of laundry on the floor along with some dishes.

Her bedside table adorned a book, a cute lamp Satoru turned on earlier, some flowers, another picture frame with a picture of her with some friends… No, not just some friends.

It was [Name], with Satoru and himself.

Suguru swallowed, he remembered the day that picture was taken all too well. It had been their last first day at Jujutsu High, also known as their first day of senior year. God, they were all young then, Suguru thought. Young and clueless. No idea what was bound to happen not many months later.

Originally the picture was just meant to be of [Name], but the two boys had decided to photobomb, so it was [Name] cutely standing in front of the camera, and then two teenage boys coming up behind her with weird faces. The girl absolutely adored the photo, it had been on her night stand ever since she got the photos back on paper.

Suguru cast his eyes down to the floor before the door opened and Satoru came in, nearly on his tippy toes to try and make as little sound as possible. “Got the water, let’s… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, let’s get out of here before we wake her up.”

When [Name] woke up the next morning she had zero recollection of what happened after she exited the UBER. To her surprise, she was no longer in her dress, wearing clothes she hadn’t seen in years, ones she tucked away after high school ended and never looked back on.

She noted the freshwater and aspirins on her bedside table. Her dress from the night prior neatly folded and put on her vanity stool.

Odd. She thought as she got up out of bed. She also found her phone on her bedside table, plugged into the charger, on do not disturb. Very odd.

She opened up her phone, seeing hundreds of messages from Scarlett, and as she opened them the woman herself called.

“[Name]? Thank god, are you alright? What were they doing carrying you?” Scarlett immediately bombarded her with questions, and [Name] could not phantom what she was talking about at all.

As Scarlett continued talking [Name] walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror just as Scarlett spoke words she did not want to hear at all.

“What were the owners of S&S Industries doing inside of your house?”

Tuesday rolled around in a haze. The weekend was a blur, [Name] was not prepared for the day to come. This was the exact reason she always had Scarlett make her appointments.

She arrived at the location an hour early, making sure everything looked better than good. It had to be. Her staff had welcomed her with a warm welcome, big smiles and kind words, as always. She told them an important meeting of sorts would be taking place around ten and to be polite, solely to tell them again how important it was.

Out of pure coincidence, Megumi and his friends showed up ten minutes before ten, distracting [Name] from the nerves that were eating away at her. She was sitting down in a booth in the center of the cafe, Nobara and Megumi sitting next to her as Yuji ordered him and his two friends breakfast. It was always nice to have the kids come by, have breakfast with them, today was just really unfortunate.

“You kids will have to pick another table to eat at, yes? I have a meeting here in a bit.” She looked at Megumi, noting how much he looked like his father. Her phone chimed, and the time told her it was a mere five more minutes before she had to face them–sober.

“Business meeting? More locations? Important? Collabs?” Nobara looked at her with big eyes, [Name] adored the younger girl, she reminded her of her younger self a lot, and she guessed Nobara saw her as a big sister, always clinging to her side when the two saw each other.

“Not quite, just… some people from high school, but you have to promise me not to give any weird looks when you see them, okay?”

She looked at them again, their confused looks bringing a nervous smile on [Name] her face as she shooed them away when the door opened.

“Tell your dad I said hi.” she messed up his hair before walking towards the two men in the entrance.

Enough hours were spent trying to come up with what to say at this exact moment, she had so many options, yet none came to mind as she looked up at them.

[Name] looked up at the two men and swallowed, her head felt light as she offered a small smile–already regretting everything.

“Hi, welcome.” she dipped her head out of respect before turning around and mentioning for them to follow her. She spared the kids a look, and as expected they were staring at the trio with big confused eyes. Oh how much they looked like Gojo, Geto and herself when they were younger, and she could only hope they wouldn’t meet the same fate.

Once they were seated in the booth a waiter came by and took their orders, which were still the exact same as a decade ago.

“It’s a nice place you build here.” Geto was the first to speak up.

Hesitantly [Name] looked up at him and smiled, “Paris is even better, bought this old place, renovated it completely but kept the old looks on the inside. It took a while but it’s perfect…” She again looked at the kids, Nobara was already looking at her and offered her a thumbs up. “So, Megs godfather huh?” Gojo met her eyes over his sunglasses he still wore, guilt was evident in them.

He nodded softly, “Yeah… Saved Toji from one of the gangs we got mixed up with, he made me his godfather about a year later. What about you and Toji?”

“Me and Toji? In what way?” She raised her eyebrows, knowing fully well what he meant. “Toji is a family associate, loyal customer, and a great friend. Nothing more. A bit too old for me.”

Silence fell over them again until their drinks arrived. The air was tense, guilt and regret hung in the air as well as sadness and anger. It wouldn’t take much for [Name] to burst out in tears. For the first time in years she was at arms length of her best friends, she looked at them and savored the moment even though they hurt her so badly.

Gojo still stirred sugar through his coffee as he sat in the middle seat, stealing Geto’s small cookie when he wasn't looking. His hair still messy but not messy messy, his undercut now much more noticeable than when they were teens and still those cursed sunglasses that hid his mesmerizing blue eyes.

Grew up to meet the Disney prince standards. [Name] thought.

Geto… His hair was longer, half put up, half falling down his back. He put on more muscle, a small smile still always present on his face, soft and caring eyes staring back at her as she took him in.

Oh fuck.

“You’re staring, doll.”

She flushed, blood rushing to her cheeks as she got caught. She swallowed, saying the first best thing that came to mind.

“It was a real asshole move, you know. Nine years ago. It really fuckin’ hurt and it could’ve been atleast brought to me in a slightly better way.”

You didn’t have to cut me off completely out of nowhere. Was what she meant to say, but she knew the boys got the message already as they dipped their heads.

“It took me four years to stop looking to my sides for either of you, I couldn’t sleep in my family home anymore cause every meter of the premises reminded me of you. I never stopped looking for you in crowds, I never stopped smelling ghosts your scents wherever I went. I never had the nerve to throw out pictures of you, of us. I never changed my phone password, I- I never got over it, over you two.”

[Name] had tears in the corners of her eyes as she grabbed her tea to calm herself. Every inch of her just needed to tell them everything. How she felt, how it hurt. Everything.

Her lips quivered when a hand took her mug out of her hands and arms wrapped around her. The smell of a strong cologne filled her senses and that was all it took for the tears to fall. She was pulled closer until she could feel the material of his sweater on her cheek. Suguru Geto was hugging her for the first time in nine years. A feeling she never thought she’d feel again as she held onto him for dear life.

Somewhere in her mind [Name] remembered what she thought not too long ago. If I stay around them for too long I'll go back to my old self in no time.

“Easy, doll, we’re not going anywhere... Not again.” Suguru whispered softly rubbing soothing circles on her back as he held her close. “It’s okay, shh.”

He slowly rocked them back and forth, locking eyes with Satoru who was having a hard time holding his emotions in check. Gojo also didn’t dare spare the kids not too far away a look, not knowing how’d they react to the scene in front of them.

Carefully Satoru sat up and reached out to [Name], her head still half shielded away by one of Suguru’s hands. When their eyes locked she broke free from the other man and embraced him.

“Always stealing the ladies away from me,”

“Yeah, well, I think there's no more need for other ladies now that we have the best one of all back.”

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at long last.

now working on: sukuna x reader NSFW wink wink

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redwiccanrobin · 2 months

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I keep seeing people say the live action show is going to be bad only because Bryke is no longer involved. Now, I’m not particularly interested in the show because live action remakes just don’t do anything for me, personally. But I think y’all are giving Bryke way more credit than they deserve. Let’s discuss.

First, I think we should acknowledge the more problematic aspect of them creating the show in the first place. While I love Avatar, Bryke are two white men who took the aesthetics of many different Asian cultures to create their world. And most of the voice cast were also white. If there were Asian voice actors, they were either a background character or a villain (besides Iroh and Zuko, of course). Now, I know that some of you may have read that and thought about how the actor playing Sokka is not only white but lied about his ethnicity. Don’t worry, I’m mad at that as well and I’m beyond frustrated that Sokka has been whitewashed not once, but twice in the name of a live action interpretation.

And speaking of live action interpretations, let us not forget Bryke’s role in the 2010 movie. They announced their decision to leave this new show due to it not matching their vision. But they had no problem with the film that casted almost exclusively white actors to play characters of color. Again, if there were POC in the movie they were either background actors or villains (again, besides Iroh and Zuko). When people bring up the movie, they blame Shamalan for every aspect of it. Yes, he did not direct a good movie. But, at the end of the day, Bryke wanted this movie to happen. Everyone else, including Shamalan, wanted a season four but they were dead set on the live action movie that whitewashed most of the characters. And they were fine with that. That didn’t clash with their vision despite relying very heavily on non-white cultures to make their show.

Outside of the whitewashed movie, their creative choices are… interesting, to say the least. And we didn’t get to see those because the writers pulled their weight and tweaked the original concepts. Toph? Bryke wanted her to be a boy and be in a love triangle with Aang and Katara. It was the writers who made her a girl. Azula? Again, Bryke wanted her to be a boy and, again, the writers made her a girl. Katara fighting sexism in the Northern Water Tribe? They wanted her to be fighting for Aang, not herself. It was the writers decision to add in Katara fighting against a patriarchal system. Many of the episodes that people point to as their favorites (Zuko Alone, The Puppetmaster, The Southern Raiders) were not written by them. Yet, they get the pats on the backs from casual viewers and even some dedicated fans.

Do you know what happens when they do have creative control? At best, it’s mediocre, at worst, it’s bad. Let’s first take a look at their continuation of this universe by looking at Legend of Korra. The writers that made those iconic and beautiful episodes in ATLA? For the most part, they’re no where to be found. And it shows. LoK was a mess from the very beginning and never quite got its footing. Yes, I will acknowledge that Nickelodeon fucked them over. Yes, I do have respect for them for sticking to their guns and making Korrasami an item and giving us not one but two bisexual women of color. But besides that? It’s just a very mediocre show with mediocre writing.

But we see how truly bad things can get with the ATLA comics. Now, I do need to acknowledge that they didn’t work on that comic alone. So, like the movie, there are others to blame for the mess. But Bryke signed off on everything and wrote some of it themselves. And, boy, are they bad. A large number of the ATLA fandom do not like these comics and there’s definitely a reason why. Including out of character moments, prominent sexism with how the women are written, and just downright bizarre discussions, it’s not that much of a surprise that we don’t like to acknowledge it. In my opinion, no one got screwed over more in those comics than Katara. They make her a trophy girlfriend. A shadow to Aang rather than being her own character. That girl we watched in the show, the one who was vibrant, layered, complex, was gone. In her place, a hollow shell. And they would continue to show disrespect for their own character in LoK where she has been upgraded from trophy girlfriend to trophy wife. They didn’t even care enough about her, besides her being the wife of Aang and the mother of his children, to give her a statue! All the feminism we see in the original show? It definitely wasn’t Bryke.

I don’t know how this new live action show is going to pan out. It could be great, it could be bad. It could just be meh. But none of those outcomes have anything to do with whether or not Bryke was involved. Because they may have created ATLA, but they weren’t the ones who truly breathed life into it.

#avatar the last airbender #atla meta #anti Bryke #atla fandom critical

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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Hello!! Can I request an Eddie x male reader fic, where the reader is a vampire👀?!?🩸🩸

You sure can!! Sorry it took so long! I apparently couldn't just start it with him being a vampire, my gremlin brain demanded to write how it happened too. So, this is kind of a rewrite of the end of 4x06, 4x07, and some of 4x08 No vol 2 spoilers!!

Leave the Bat Biting to Ozzy | Eddie Munson x male reader

Summary: You were the other half of Steve's co-captain for the swim team, so it made perfect sense to you to dive into Lover's Lake in search for the gate to the Upside Down with him...much to Eddie's disapproval. Once you bite the tail of one of the demobats and can't spit out all of its blood, you start to feel weird...sucks to wake up next to your best friend that you're in love with trying to bite his neck and drink his blood. Good thing Eddie is more than okay with it, though.

Warnings: 18+ (just in case) blood, violence, demobats, protective Eddie, language, blood drinking, light angst (due to fighting demobats and reader getting anxiety about possibly hurting Eddie) but honestly it's more fluffy than anything, drug use

Words: 4035

a/n: I hope you like it, love! It kind of ran away from me. Requests are still open, send one if you'd like, my loves 💚

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Not my gif!! Credit to creator!!

“No,” Eddie shakes his head, trying to push your shoulders to make you sit back down in the boat. “Absolutely not,” he says, pointing at Steve, “Harrington’s got this just fine.”

“Eddie,” you groan, rubbing the frustration from your furrowed brows, “if I can help-”

“I’m sure you can,” he nods, eyes wide, “but I don’t really care. I’m not letting you risk your life.” Eddie cocks his head at the indignant grunt, “no offense, Steve.” He just rolls his eyes, taking his shirt off and pelting your best friend in the face with it. “I deserved that.” Throwing the shirt into the bottom of the boat, Eddie puts a cigarette between his lips.

Robin promptly yanks it out and throws it in the water, “gross. Eddie, we really don’t have the time to argue about this right now. If he can help Steve find the gate faster and he’s willing to do so, there’s not much you can do to stop him.”

“Don’t forget,” you stand, taking your shirt off as well, handing it to Eddie rather than hitting him in the face with it. Though you kind of want to. But he was just denied nicotine, you’re not about to tick him off on top of whatever protective streak he has going right now. “I was co-captain of the swim team with Steve. If anyone else here is fit for the task, it’s me.”

“Just-” Eddie shifts in his seat, clutching your shirt in his hand. His discomfort is heartwarming, really. Makes the massive crush you harbor for him throb in your chest. “Be careful, please,” his brown eyes widen their worry for you.

Unable to resist the tease, you ruffle his hair, “‘course,” you grin when he swats your hand away. You notice Nancy giving Steve much the same interaction you and Eddie just had. And you know for a fact that she’s not over him. You have eyeballs and aren’t stupid either. But Eddie’s just your best friend and watched two people die painfully to Vecna. He probably just doesn’t want to lose his best friend in the same way. “See you in a bit,” you take a deep breath, nodding at Steve.

“Let’s go,” Harrington adjusts the bagged flashlight in his hand and dives in.

You share one last look with Eddie, the metalhead looking heavily conflicted before you follow Steve. The water is like icicles stabbing every inch of your skin. But you can’t let it stop you, following the soft golden light ahead of Steve’s fluffy hair. Reaching the bottom of Lover’s Lake, your lungs begin to make it known that they’d very much like fresh oxygen inside of them soon. You push on with the other boy, finding a trail of fish bones.

Steve looks uncomfortable and anxiety sours your stomach too. Swimming through the murky water, your vision turns red. You and Steve push on until you find a split in the earth. Glowing scarlett with what looks like veins around it. This has to be the gate. When Harrington tries to inspect it further with the flashlight, you too reach out without really thinking it through. Not only does the bagged light get sucked in, but a giant black tendril pops out of it, wrapping around your wrist, yanking you through the portal.

You scream, the last of your air bubbling out into the water before you're sucked through. Sputtering the rank water from your mouth, coughing as you’re dragged through the Upside Down. It’s been a long time since you’ve had to be here and you had hoped you’d never have to be again. Without your shirt on, the skin of your back stings with scrapes as you’re brutally pulled along the ground. You try to pry the vine off of your wrist, but it's got you in a vice grip.

“Oh shit,” you grunt, coming up to a fallen tree. You smack into it; hard. There’s at least three bruised, if not broken ribs and your shoulder screams in pain. But you stopped. Long enough to dig the vine into the sharp wood, freeing your hand.

But you’re far from safe. A high pitched, menacing shriek fills your ears and you see bats flying your way. Nowhere to run, definitely nowhere to hide, you reach for a branch at your feet. Swinging the wood, one of the bats with very sharp teeth goes flying away from you. Just as you make to swing at another, one wraps its tail around your neck and you’re slammed to the ground again, gasping for air. Lungs burning and no prying of your hands gets the bat off of you. As if being choked to death by a fucking demon bat…demobat?- you don’t care enough to think about that right now- two more swarm around you, sinking their teeth into your sides.

Screaming in agony, you thrash around, trying your best to buck them off of you. Wildly waving your hands to smack at them and the one strangling you. Your sides are killing you, it hurts so fucking bad. All you can do is scream, hoping that someone is coming. That Steve was able to get through or get the rest of them to come help.

“Y/N!” Eddie yells and the bat around your neck is stabbed in the face repeatedly, Nancy and Robin trying to beat away the ones eating you. “I’ve got you,” he says, the two of you working to get the tail off. The slimy cord lifts enough for you to bite a chunk out of it, gagging around the rancid blood in your mouth.

It hurts it enough to make it release you and that’s all you really care about, the girls having killed the other two. Everything hurts, rolling on your side you groan, spitting the blood you didn't accidentally swallow from your mouth. You feel a hand cup the side of your face, lifting your head for you. Struggling to keep your eyes open through the pain, blinking heavily, you see a positively distraught Eddie, trying to look you over.

“This is why I didn’t want you to do this,” he chastises. But you see the concern in his eyes. Eddie sounds hysterical, “told you you were risking your life, that this was dangerous,” his bloodshot eyes filling with tears. “You’re hurt,” his gaze drops to your torso. Any other time, you’d probably feel a little embarrassed about his focus on your bare chest. You’re in too much pain for anything to matter right now. “That’s a lot of blood,” Eddie’s face pales.

“You don’t say,” you deadpan, coughing out a laugh.

Steve drops to his knees beside you once the other bats have gone, “we can’t stay here.” He looks towards the portal and several bats have surrounded it, screeching in warning. “Looks like we can’t leave either.”

Eddie cups the side of your face, thumb brushing the skin softly, “can you walk?”

Taking a deep breath, you nod, feeling the pain subside to a manageable burn. But you grunt and grit your teeth, even standing up with the help of both boys pulls at your wounds. Flaring a white hot pain in your sides, you slump into Eddie’s arm, taking calculated breaths, “I’m okay.” You nod, trying to convince not only them, but yourself. “I’m okay,” you repeat.

“Bullshit,” Eddie remarks, wrapping his arm around your back to help you follow the group towards the woods. “I will carry you if I have to, sweetheart.”

Despite the blood loss in your torso, your cheeks burn with a blush at the name. Not the first time he’s called you that, but he just saved your life. You’re allowed a moment to be taken aback that your best friend that you’re head over heels for is not only calling you a pet name, but doing his best to take care of you.

—

A unanimous decision to go to Nancy’s house for guns was made while Eddie and Robin helped patch your wounds. Robin babbling about rabies the whole time, surprisingly keeping you in good spirits. You’re grateful for your friends, but you really want to lay down. Your head is throbbing like crazy and you can feel your heartbeat in the wounds on your stomach and sides. It’s not fun. Far from pretty. And it makes you nauseous. Not even sitting on the one loveseat in the Wheeler’s house not covered in Vecna’s vines next to Eddie is making the room stop spinning.

He’s holding you close, rubbing his fingers along your arm and it’s almost enough to get you to fall asleep. Almost. The constant thunder and bright red light keeps you right at the edge. “I’m sorry,” you mumble.

Eddie turns his head, his chin resting atop your head, “what are you possibly sorry for?”

“I didn’t heed your warning,” you grunt, an attempt at a laugh. Your limbs feel disconnected. Like they’ve fallen asleep. The repulsive scent from the wet tendrils surrounding the house seeps into your nostrils, furthering your desire to vomit. Everything feels too intense.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he kisses the crown of your head, holding you tighter, “I’m not mad at you. Worried, for sure. But I’m not mad. I’m just glad you’re more or less okay. Once they figure something out with Dustin, I’m taking you home and we’ll take care of those bites. The bleeding seemed to stop on its own, so I don’t think you need stitches or anything.”

“Thanks Eds,” you mutter tiredly, nuzzling into his neck. Not caring enough to try and hide your feelings at the moment. You’re in pain and he’s been the main source of comfort and safety for you for years.

—

Using bikes to get to Eddie’s trailer is the fastest and smartest option. You fully agree with that. Wholeheartedly. The actual act of doing it? You’re even closer to throwing up than you were before. Clutching to Eddie’s back while he pedals you both down the road. Every bump in the pavement has your stomach churning, demanding whatever remnants still inside be released. The throbbing in your head has reached an aggravating peak. A migraine on crack. Even in the darkness of the Upside Down, it still feels too bright whenever the red lightning crackles through the sky.

You cling tighter, pinching your eyes closed, “how much farther?” You grit out, carefully inhaling the scent of Eddie into your nose. More intoxicating than it’s ever been before. It’s almost making you dizzy on top of everything else. Salivating to the point of if you don’t swallow fast enough, you’d drool all over his shoulder.

“Just a couple blocks,” Eddie’s hand pats yours and you quickly twist your fingers until they’re entwined. He squeezes your hand and you’re sighing softly at the lifeline offered. “Hang on for me a little longer, sweetheart.”

“Is he okay?” Robin asks, keeping up with Eddie’s pedaling. “He looks a little green.”

“Rob?” You ask.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up,” you huff softly. Voices are almost too loud. Your stomach won’t stop its incessant churning. And now, your fucking teeth and gums hurt. Whatever bullshit this is, you’d kindly like it to stop. Every smell entering your nose is more intense than the last, only adding to the cocktail of discomfort.

“Shutting up,” she replies as you feel the bike turn.

The ride is even bumpier after that, like you’ve gone off road. Squinting an eye open, you see your assumptions are correct as Eddie’s trailer comes into view. “Eds,” your head lolls from fuzziness on his shoulder when he stops the bicycle. “Eds, I don’t think I can walk.”

“I got you,” Steve’s by your side, helping you stand long enough for Eddie to get off the bike.

The moment he’s off the bike, he doesn’t care to stop it from falling to the ground, opting to scoop his arms under your legs and lifting you into his arms. “A shower and bed is just moments away,” he tucks your head into his neck, heading into his alternate home.

You must have fallen asleep, because you’re jolted awake an unknown amount of time later, “mhmm, wha-” is all you’re able to articulate.

“I need you to go to Steve for a minute,” Eddie tells you.

When you open your eyes you see an opening in his ceiling much like at the bottom of Lover’s Lake. Dustin, Erica, Lucas, Max, Robin and Nancy looking at you upside down from Eddie’s actual living room. A few blankets have been tied together to make a climbing rope. Your eyes widen, “I can’t climb right now,” you sound frantic, clinging to Eddie’s vest.

“I know, I know,” he’s quick to rub your back in sweet, reassuring strokes. “I’m gonna give you to Steve and climb through. He’s going to help you through the gate and I’ll be right there to catch you. You trust me?” You stare at him skeptically, but nod just the same, knowing this is the only way you’ll be able to get home. “See you on the other side,” Eddie kisses your forehead, placing you in Steve’s open arms.

Your stomach does a sickening somersault watching Eddie climb the blankets and be sucked through, crashing into the waiting bed. You hadn’t even noticed you were shaking in Steve’s arms, until he’s holding you tighter in more of a hug. “We’ll be as careful as we can, okay? You know he’d never let anything happen to you.”

Steve’s words of reassurance help only just. Carefully, he stands on a chair with you still in his arms, Eddie standing on the bed on the other side, arms open wide for you. Grabbing the blanket, you hold yourself steady while Steve gently pushes you through. The moment your hands are in Eddie’s you’re sucked through, crashing on top of your best friend and onto the mattress. You scream out in pain, sides feeling like they’re tearing back open.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Eddie hugs you close for a moment, allowing you the time to calm down from the pain. “Come on,” he carefully moves you so he can get up and scoop you right back into his arms. “You guys good?” He asks the group, Steve falling onto the mattress behind you. They must nod or give him some affirming answer, because he says, “good, I’m gonna help him clean up and get him to bed.”

“Should you guys really stay here with an open portal in your living room?” Dustin asks.

“My house is empty,” Steve offers, “I have a spare room and everything. Pack a bag of what you’d need. Henderson’s right, you’re not staying here.”

“Not like we have a car here,” Eddie cuts in.

“I can take my mom’s keys,” Max suggests. “We rode here on our bikes, Steve can drive you guys home.”

You’re already shaking your head, “I don’t think I can handle a car ride right now. Just let me take a shower and rest for a bit. Then we can figure out where to go.”

“Fine,” Steve sighs, “but we’re staying here with you guys.”

“Fine.”

—

Eddie gingerly helped you into the bathroom, turning around when you’d taken your boxers off. He’d left you a towel and a change of his clothes, saying he’d wait for you in his room to give you some time to yourself.

It was sweet, but also not. Every time you closed your eyes you saw those fuckign bats feasting on your stomach. It must just hurt more than the actual damage, because the wounds aren’t as deep as you’d expected. You clean them with peroxide nonetheless and change into the clothes Eddie gave you. Your favorite faded Guns N’ Roses shirt of his and soft plaid pajama pants. Meeting him in his room, you can’t help the small laugh at the sight waiting for you.

Eddie propped against his headboard, lighting a joint, a steaming cup of tea tucked on the windowsill beside his bed. “Did you make me tea?” You ask, sitting beside him, taking a careful sip of the warm liquid. Chamomile floods your senses, warming you from the inside out.

“I smoke and sell pot,” he takes a hit off the joint, offering it to you which you gladly take. Hitting it generously, hoping it will make the pain go away and help you sleep for a bit. “You really think I wouldn’t have other natural kinds of sedatives? Come on now, you know me better than that.”

You chuckle softly to yourself, glad that you can do so without irritating your wounds. “Thank you,” you smile into your mug, polishing off the last of the drink. Setting the mug back on the sill, you settle into his bed, pulling the covers over your shoulder. “I’m glad we’re out of there.”

Snuffing out the roach, Eddie curls up beside you, pulling you into his chest, “me too. Thought I’d lost you,” his voice is above a whisper, lips moving against your forehead when he speaks. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. Anyone, I can lose anyone…but not you. I can’t lose you, sweetheart.”

You cling to him harder, sniffling into his chest, the harsh reality that he’s right slamming into you. “I’m right here, Eds. You saved me,” nuzzling your nose into his shirt, you sigh.

“And I’d do it again,” Eddie assures you, tracing lines along your back and your heavy lids finally close. “I love you,” he says quietly. Something else he’s said countless times, but even in your tired state you can hear that it sounds different than it ever has.

But you’re far too tired to not only think about what it means or to even say it back. Falling asleep in Eddie’s arms like it’s any other night you’ve stayed over.

—

“H-hey, uh, sw-sweet- shit,” Eddie groans, sounding almost like a moan. “Sweetheart, what are you d-doing?” He asks, pulling your shoulders gently. “Not that I-I’m complaining. Oh my g-" his hips buck into yours, “I just- fuck.”

It’s the movement that makes you realize that you’re no longer asleep. Rather unconsciously licking and sucking on his neck. The sound of his heartbeat thrumming away in your ears like the world’s most beautiful drumline. His smell invades your nostrils, taking over every sense you have. Intoxicating and sweet, you bite at his neck in earnest, moaning when you taste a droplet of his blood on your tongue.

The taste earns your stomach a hearty growl and your eyes snap open and you jolt away. Startling yourself when in your haste, you’re suddenly on the other side of his room, staring at a wide-eyed, hard and thoroughly confused Eddie on his bed. Your gums are on fire and you can see the artery pulsating in his neck even from here. What the fuck is going on? You try to back away, confused and ashamed of yourself for having hurt him. You don’t even register that not only do your sides not hurt, but you feel better than you ever have.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie’s up on his feet, carefully walking over to you, arms out like he doesn’t want to startle you.

Too bad, you back away again, hitting his wall, “d-don’t,” you stammer. You have no idea what’s happening. All you do know is that you can still taste his blood on your tongue and you want more. So much fucking more. It makes your teeth ache and your stomach twist in hunger. You’re not stupid, you’ve read enough comics and seen enough horror movies. Foolish of you to think that in a town like Hawkins, Upside Down bats wouldn’t turn someone into a vampire if they survived. Or swallowed their blood. “I don’t want to hurt you,” you say, holding your hand out in hopes of stopping his advances.

It doesn’t.

Eddie’s inches away from you, reaching out to cup your face, examining your features. “Holy shit,” his eyes widen, thumb pulling back your top lip. “Y-you have fangs. And your eyes are red.”

Your stomach nearly falls out of your ass. “Eddie,” your eyes burn with tears, “tell me this is a joke. That I’m still sleeping.”

His finger comes up to where you’d nipped him before, a pin prick of blood resting on the pad, “sorry, babe, I don’t think it is.” Panic sets in, heaving your chest with painful breaths as the room spins. “Whoa, whoa, hey, it’s okay,” Eddie crouches to the floor as you slide down the wall, “you’re okay. You’re still alive. Just a cool ass vampire now. I mean, that’s fucking sick, right?”

“How is that cool?” You look at him dumbfounded. “Vampires feed on blood, Eddie. Blood! I didn’t even know what I was doing. I could’ve hurt you,” your own eyes turn to saucers, your hand covering your horrified expression, “I-I could’ve killed you!”

“Baby,” he pulls your hand away, cupping your face again, “you couldn’t hurt me. I know you. You’d never,” Eddie’s voice is so sweet and calm, settling your nerves. “We’ll figure it out, okay? But for now,” all you can do is watch as he moves his hair from his neck, tilting his head to the side in offering, “you need to eat. I’m not going to let you die because you’re fucking stubborn.”

“No,” you vehemently shake your head, ripping out of his hands and stumbling to his bed. Your hunger turns your limbs to jelly.

Eddie’s quick to catch you before you fall over, arms wrapping around you, turning you to face him. “I’m offering it, babe,” he smiles at you, “if anyone is going to feed you, it’s going to be me.” He finds the way you look at him like he’s grown an extra head hilarious, his chuckle vibrating through you. “It’s what we do for the ones we love, right? Take care of them however we can.”

“I-”

“So, if my best friend,” he brings your chests flush, “the guy I’m absolutely in love with is now a vampire who needs blood to survive,” Eddie shrugs. “It’s a no brainer, really.”

You don’t get to comment on his words, though you feel your heart clench at the admission that he shares your feelings. Because he’s cupping the back of your head, guiding your aching fangs to his offered neck. Instinct takes over once you smell his blood again and you sink your teeth into Eddie’s flesh. His fingers grip your hip hard, letting out a moan from the feeling. His blood is the best thing you’ve ever tasted in your life, tangy, but so fucking sweet.

Addicting.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, pulling at the strands at the back of your head.

Removing your fangs from his neck, you lick the wound clean, watching in wonder as the two small holes heal. “Sorry,” you avert your eyes, not ready to look at him. Afraid he’ll be upset with you for drinking too much.

“It’s okay, Eddie says, gripping your chin to make you meet his gaze, “it was your first time. I’m sure you’ll learn how to not take too much. I’ll be fine,” he smiles warmly at you, lovingly. “Do you feel a little better now?” You nod. “Good,” Eddie looks at your mouth, dragging his gaze back to your eyes, “your eyes are back to normal again.” It’s an offhand comment before he’s locked on your lips again, “hey, sweetheart?” You hum in response, breath caught in your chest. “You didn't really tell me to fuck off when I told you I loved you. So…Can I kiss you now?”

You smile, chuckling through your nose, “that's because I love you too, Eddie.”

His lips brush yours softly. A featherlight touch. But then you both inhale sharply, crashing your mouths together. It’s feverish. Groaning into each other, hands grabbing whatever they can. Tongues and teeth clashing until you’re dizzy and gasping for air.

“It’s about time you admit it, Munson,” Robin’s voice yanks you apart. But she’s smiling at the two of you, “Steve you owe me twenty bucks,” she yells over her shoulder, making you and Eddie laugh. “So…a vampire?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson #Match Writes

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natsspammityspamspamham · 2 years

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Why You Should Watch Romantic Killer

This is the new anime series that premiered on Netflix a few days ago! Before you inevitably cancel your subscriptions, give this show a go! Trust me, it'll all be worth it! (I'm personally riding on my sibling's Netflix, so I got to watch it officially!)

Edit: I think it’s important to mention since it’s in the very nature of the show that nobody is actually forced to fall in love with Anzu or vice-versa. It’s all purely consensual in terms of that even though the wacky circumstances are not.

I even made gifs for this post just to convince you, reader of this post!

Story

A high schooler named Anzu Hoshino is living the life. She has games, chocolate, and a cat named Momohiki. One day, her life is turned upside down by the devil-- I mean wizard, Riri. Riri confiscates her three most prized possessions with the ultimate ultimatum: Fall in love or live life without your most cherished commodities. Living in this awful world, Anzu swears to not fall in love out of pure spite for this arrangement and for Riri, but unfortunately, Riri has plans in store that might make things harder than they seem. (source: me)

For such a nonsensical story, it fricking works. I like it. As someone who's aroace, I feel this. I really do. I don't object romance, but I sure am not looking for it, and I would be pissed and spiteful too if my belongings were taken.

Characters

Anzu is so much fun. She has got to be my favourite reverse harem protagonist of all time. Her reactions to everything are absolutely priceless, and I love how they incorporate random references. I never thought I'd see Kazuo Umezu face incorporated into a fricking romcom! Characters like her and Bakarina make the genre worth watching (even if Bakarina is too... baka at times). I want everyone to experience this anime without me giving too much away.

The side characters are good in their own right. Sure, Riri is annoying, but that's kind of the point. They canonically don't have a gender so the "they/them" pronouns were used in the subtitles I'm pretty sure. Tsukasa is pretty cold, and I felt indifferent about him until I found out his reasoning for being like that in the last few episodes, and let me just say, whatever you're expecting, it's probably not going to be that. I've never seen a show handle that type of situation for men quite like this RANDOM ROMCOM did. It puts its male characters into situations where they don't need to be strong, and they aren't criticized for it. That right there is positive masculinity. I like it. It diverts the idea of traditional macho masculinity, especially those of archetypes in dating sims. The characters and their dynamics actually seem pretty natural for such an unnatural situation and setting.

Music

Yooo, that soundtrack fricking fits. I like it. Sure, it doesn't stand out, but with the absurdity of this series, I'd be lying if I didn't laugh when a certain string track came on. I don't even think that was the point (I think it's supposed to be when the audience swoons).

That ending theme fricking slaps harder than it needs to. I watched the opening once. Look, that opening skip button is so tempting. I only watched the ending once, but it was the background music for the voice actor interviews, so I got to know it better.

Voice acting

YOOOO, THIS IS THE PART I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT. Sure, they hired your local "ikemen" to play the "ikemen" characters, but can we talk about Rieri for a second? She makes this show good. Her and Mikako Komatsu apparently auditioned in a pair, and you can see, hear, and feel that chemistry. It is absolutely fantastic. Not many anime have had me laughing out loud, but I kid you not, I laughed a few times watching this. And yes, Umehara and Gakuto did sound good. I will give them credit where it's due. They did fulfill the ikemen part really well. Almost too well.

Art

You know what? Even though the art was pretty mediocre, I'm going to give it a pass. It's hard to make a coloured manga. And it's hard to make an anime look good. Plus, they probably spent all of the budget on Anzu's face to the point where the guys look mediocre at best and can only be given "ikemen status" based on their voices alone.

Conclusion

I get why this anime might be a bit mixed in the aroace community, but I think we should enjoy media as it's handed to us. And what was handed to us is a genuinely good show that requires zero brain cells until the last half! Zero brain cells? That's me too!

Unlike most of the shows that I watch, I will rewatch this. Without a doubt. I'm rewatching it as we speak. Even for specific moments that made me laugh.

#long post #romantic killer #romakira #rie takahashi #seiyuu #umehara yuichiro #umehara yuuichirou #kajiwara gakuto

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webbywatcheshorror · 11 months

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Thirteen Ghosts (2001)

Thir13en (or Thirteen/13) Ghosts is a story about a family that inherits a bizarre and beautiful house from a late relative that contains many secrets- and a basement full of murderous ghosts.

This is one of my personal favorites and has been since I was a kid. It came out in 2001 so the earliest I could have seen it would be when I was around 12 or so, and that’s assuming I saw it the year it came out, which I literally have no way of knowing. I’m going to operate under the assumption I saw it at 13 because it’s likely, and it’s thematically hilarious to me.

Also it definitely is one of about three ghost related movies that really solidified ghosts as being my ‘thing’.

Enough about that, let’s talk about the movie! Review under the cut, and as always, SPOILERS ahead!

I literally cannot overstate how much I love this movie. It’s one of the first real horror movies I ever saw as a child, and it’s definitely one of the ones that altered my brain chemistry to a degree that could never be undone. SO much of what I love in a horror movie comes from this one.

Weird house? Check. Loads of ghosts? Check, obviously. Pathetic but attractive guy covered in blood? Check. Jokes that make me cackle but don’t interrupt the flow of the movie? Check. Body horror that makes my skin crawl? Check, check, check. A twist that’s set up previously in the movie if you’re REALLY sharp eyed? Check. Environmental storytelling, a weird morbid kid, two worlds in one space, and a WHOLE LOT of lore. It’s got it all!

The cold open is so good. It establishes the level of violence the dead are capable of (The Breaker having more than tripled his kill count after his death, for example), and gives us some major players and their clashing personalities. It also kind of reminds me of the opening scene in Jurassic park where they’re moving a raptor into the enclosure and it all goes to hell in a similar way.

Every new thing that gets mentioned just draws me further in, and I, a known sucker for lore, want to know everything. If I lived in that world, Cyrus would have had me hook, line, and SINKER, as long as he promised me ghost knowledge lmao. I’d be dead as hell so fast.

The inciting tragedy for the main characters plays over the opening credits and this, too, is something I adore. The environment changes along with the audio- a cheerful house with a loving family fades into a crummy, box-filled apartment while the anguished cries of Arthur and his children mourn the loss of their mother Jean as the camera pans to the left. We don’t have to see it to know what happened, or how much pain its caused.

One thing I love, love, love about this movie is how much story is told through the environment and small details alone, rather than just explained by the characters. Arthur doesn’t say he’s struggling to keep his shit together, but his instant mood swing at a small inconvenience sure does. The past due bills pinned to the corkboard in the background do, too. The set designers did an amazing job- I could probably find hidden important details in every scene if I had the time to comb through them.

Some other things I want to mention in this first part of the movie- the pictures of the house that the lawyer shows the family are all taken in a way that obscures the fact that every wall is glass; when we’re shown Kalina’s place, there’s a newspaper clipping about Cyrus’s death that names Ben Moss, the lawyer, as the spokesperson of Cyrus’s company, hinting at him having more of an involvement than simply the lawyer; and how nobody in the family really tries to deter Bobby from his obsession with death even if it makes them a little uncomfortable.

The glass house is so iconic. It’s so fucking weird and impractical and sinister and beautiful all at once. And that’s BEFORE it goes full Rube Goldberg. There is nothing at all about this house that gives the vibe that you should move in here and raise your children. Hell there’s nothing at all that gives the vibe that it’s even a house. It’d be a museum, if anything, especially with how much stuff Cyrus has crammed in there.

Except the library. Almost all the books are on the floor in there. Cyrus I’m going to throttle you, you could have had the coolest occult library but instead you just stacked that shit on the ground. I’m so disappointed in you. It’s such a weird choice, given how much else he clearly planned out: every room has the ghost glasses in it somewhere, and there are multiple rooms that might tempt each new resident (living or dead perhaps). He wanted them to see their oncoming doom, wanted them to feel terror and heartbreak and despair. He planned for so many possibilities it’s actually pretty impressive- he knew the lawyer would kick off the process by going right for the money, for example, and it’s clear that he wasn’t told just how fast shit would pop off, since he just sort of saunters back down the corridor instead of getting the hell out as fast as possible. Nobody else was meant to leave that house alive, except Cyrus.

Cyrus himself is so easily hateable right from the get-go. He’s an asshole, he’s pushy and considers everyone else beneath him, and every new sentence out of his mouth makes me hate him more. There’s no attempt made to get the audience to sympathize with him, with the possible exception of the video they play as part of his will and testament, not that it works very well. What a great villain, and a fascinating character as well. I hate him so much. I’m delighted I got to see him die twice. (Ok so the first one was a fake out but it was still satisfying.)

And then there’s Dennis. Just as I hated Cyrus immediately, so did I love Dennis immediately. He’s a tormented little weirdo with psychic abilities, hunting ghosts and hating every minute of it just so he can have some kind of human interaction that doesn’t center on him being the target of whatever cruelty’s going on. He’s kind of an asshole, but he’s still compassionate (to the living at least), and funny to boot. Also, he’s played by Matthew Lillard, so of course I was going to love him. (However, at this point in my life, the only other thing I’d seen with him in it was Scooby-Doo, so the whiplash was real lmao.)

Honestly the man is prime blorbo real estate, as the kids might say. I’m surprised at how few fics there are on Ao3 for this movie/man.

My god, the lore in this movie is incredible. Each and every ghost has a name and a story, despite never getting addressed in the movie itself, and they all look phenomenally unique. They all have clearly distinct personalities, too, despite all (well almost all) of them being murderous freaks. I’d love to watch a miniseries or something about each spirit, I’d eat that up.

I loved the twist reveals, both Kalina’s and Cyrus’s. I really would like to know how he got her to fall for him, and whether she’d always been on his side or if she’d started out genuinely opposing him. One thing’s obvious though, and it’s that she is terrified of the man. Her personality does almost a complete 180 in his presence, she’s overexplaining, she’s desperate for his approval. It’s funny that, just a few minutes earlier, she’d taunted Dennis about how Cyrus was just using him and didn’t actually care about him, yet apparently never suspected the same about herself.

One more thing I’d like to mention is that I love how the family, and only the family, survives. Cyrus gets what he deserves, Kalina is betrayed, and Dennis sacrifices himself, but the entire family makes it out alive- including Maggie, the nanny. Where other movies might not have considered her family enough, and killed her off, this one says no, she’s part of the family. She gets to live. Which is great, since she was so right about pretty much everything, as well as probably the funniest character. (I will never not laugh at ‘did the lawyer split?’)

I do want to know what happens to all the ghosts, as after the destruction of the house they can all be seen presumably going off to commit murder elsewhere. And of course I also want to know where Ghost-Dennis went off to. Did he cross over? Did he decide to tag along with the family? Did he go off on his own? Whatever he chose, he finally looked somewhat at peace for the first time in the entire movie.

Maybe it’s nostalgia, maybe it’s because of how it shaped my interest in ghosts and horror, maybe it’s because I can’t resist a good pun, but I give this one 13 outta ten ghosts. I’ve seen this movie probably about 167 times and still haven’t gotten tired of it and I hope I never will.

#thirteen ghosts #thir13en ghosts #13 ghosts #horror movies #movie review #webbywatcheshorror #matthew lillard #tony shalhoub #f murray abraham #ghosts #shannon elizabeth #rah digga

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Also hate how Lilith is just pretty much a plot device. I don't know what the game is doing now but I hate that she's pretty much there to speedrun a relationship between MC and the brothers.

And that's when MC is already developing a genuine bond with some of them.

But if there are any other instances of her being a plot device, I'd love to hear it.

i do wanna make it clear that this contrived plot point that is lilith does not drive forward the relationship on ALL of the characters. just the most difficult two to really complete the list. i refuse to believe that mammon, satan, leviathan, asmo AND beel didnt care about MC before this turd-bomb of a plot point happened, but i absolutely do believe that is the case for lucifer and belphie for different reasons.

i believe it is a method to sort of "punish" belphie by the games weird rule of telling but not showing. it was the first sign of cowardice on the writing team back then for pulling their punches and taking judgement out of our hands; something they honestly do not often enough and too much at the same time with more mundane things, but with it being a multiple choice type game, options were never really ours to make. just the illusion of it.

by making us the very distant relative of lilith we are punishing belphie for his rash action to anger and and giving us a contrived reason to feel bad for him afterwards. which doesnt work when hes still got the blood on his hands, diavolo hot on his trail, and lucifer coming to his defense.

its a plot point for lucifer because until you earn the trust of all his brothers, he could pretend to care, hell he might even care a teensy bit, but no matter how he feels about you, if there is a shadow of a reason as to how you could betray him and his brothers and use them against their will, there is a shadow of a reason for lucifer to not hesitate to kill you.

picture a scenario where all of the boys save for belphie (and consequently lucifer himself) are forced via their pacts to attack belphie as revenge for him attacking you. with belphie out numbers and his own brothers losing control of themselves to potentially kill him, lucifer would be his last defense against those odds. lucifer is nothing if not cautious and powerful, so he could hopefully subdue his brothers in due time. it also helps that in comparison to lucifer, each of his brothers as you go further down the line have a unique type of fear of him that could in theory ensnare them from continuing their assault on belphie at your command. ie. mammon is really afraid of lucifers wrath and more than anything wasnt to avoid having his credit card taken and being strung up from the ceiling for hours. aside from everyone else in the house, mammon is more powerful than THEM compared to lucifer. then next comes levi, a sort of spineless coward-like person i feel (when it comes to a fight anyway, you basically NEVER see him stand up for himself) and wouldnt want to face lucifer and deal with the punishment of that. and then you go further and further down the list and they get weaker and weaker as we go. satan cant combat lucifers spells, he himself far too busy learning how to cast them rather than protect himself from them. asmo is much like levi in that he would rather not lift a finger, if not for fear of broken nail than broken bone. despite this, he could fold beel like laundry (which still doesnt make sense to me but whatever i guess?) and speaking of beel the guy is built like a truck. hes also the only other one lucifer has physically struck with intention to subdue that was tied to a serious event. and i believe it was more than once at that.

my point being they were very specific and careful about who came in the pecking order, and it was for precaution that lucifer be the one able to straighten them all out in the end.

if there is an MC out there hellbent on destroying belphie, that is a person lucifer will never trust. and so its rather coincidental that in the heat of the moment we choose to forgive belphie, or at the very least put it off, until "months later" since the game jumps ahead in time a LOT since the killing in c.16 and the end of the years program in c. 20.

lilith being our distant relative was for belphie to feel shame, then quickly feel attachment, only for lucifer to see that if we all get along (or perhaps fall in love with belphie in that short period of time for the belphifuckers out there) hes allowed to feel something finally too. or at least let it show more.

so it was a speedrun not for all of the brothers. lucifer, while he wouldnt hesitate in killing you in an instant before belphie got close with you, i wont say didnt feel anything beforehand. he just puts his brothers before anything and everything; something he makes clear time and time again. it was a speedrun ONLY for belphie. lucifer and MC have a sort of slowburn going on, but to say that their relationship is speedran from c.16 onwards is disregarding the little moments beforehand that were special to his character.

as for if and when shes used as a plot point again later, that requires i redownload OG and look around for it there and honestly playing in a pit of spikes sounds more fun than that. playing nightbringer is already such a painful chore....

edit: im also trapped in the early episodes of season 2 bc i flopped so hard at that boring ass gameplay in the first one lol

#jinx thoughts #obey me #om!#obey me mc #obey me beelzebub #diet vent #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #jinx asks #nonna #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me nb #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan

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Soooo how did your idea of dark being the captain started ? how different would his role be compared to the y/n captain in iswm ?

Alright... Let's get into it

Question 1: It actually started as a theory that I gradually believed more and more in a short span of time as everyone was consuming ISWM part 1, and when part 2 dropped, it both lead me on further, as well as disproved it. … (but really Markiplier's live stream on it disproved the theories for real) But that didn't really bum me out, because I had been ready from the start for it to not be true, so I just converted it to an AU, because I was projecting my own measure of story/characterization into it anyway.

Question 2: I don't have 1 answer for this! Either a complicated one, or one that enables any kind of headcanon… Answer A: The captain's choices and behavior doesn't change because we are sharing a body with Darkiplier('s parts) -- I just really like the idea of "What if we (D/A) stayed with Dark" and how that would be like a dramatized version of DID (of which I have! /info) of the "D/A" part (us) (…on top of likely forgetting the events of WKM due to AU stuff, but then remembering after gaining the multiverse abilities of the paradox…) forgetting or not knowing what Dark is doing in other timelines, (my favorite characterization idea of Cpt.Dark is that he's fronting in the routes where he throws Mark around or generally leads us to demise that might benefit him in the looooooong run- aka how he somehow canonically "finds" the paradox gem for the box at the post-credits) … while the Captain chooses to get along with Mark in other routes, doing something childish as sharing candy, which is much closer to my personal "D/A" characterization, not at all what Dark would be doing ahhaha

Answer B: If I wanted a timeline to occur differently from the "Canon" events of ISWM, to characterize Captain Darkiplier as separate from Canon Captain… well, Dark could just do about anything he wanted,

(from here onward is rambling, not relevant to the question!:)

… if he could .. If he somehow escaped the inevitability of the causality of meta-narrative events of what has and will occurred in ISWM via the writing of Market Plier- lol Kind of like how Damien and Celine can't outrun their fate or Actor's bullshit as seen at the end of DAMIEN, which I think holds some thematic power or significance over the future events after the "seal" is broken on the multiverse stuff- aka everything After WKM. … Mark has said a lot in live streams but one thing that stuck with me is how he explained the "timeline" noting that moment when Dark picks up the staff , as the exact moment where the events of DAMIEN is condensed. IIRC. And then for this AU I kind of added more onto that- AHWM ISWM ADWM could have happened in a condensed fashion similarly… The glass breaking in the first video of ISWM, the ice breaking in DAMIEN twice… The lines Head Engineer speaks at the canon ending mirroring the lines spoken by Damien and Celine at the end of DAMIEN… It's as if it's like, a loop, or pocket, or spiral, some kind of non-linear shape… Whichever way it is, I guess the most important point is that it's non-linear. I like to call it wobbly time (a theme in my OC's as well) It's not essential to consume nor understand a story by understanding how its universe works. After all, we as people in real life don't know how our universe is shaped. Is it infinite, or does it loop? (Can you tell I'm a bit autistic about space?) But the desire to adventure and discover what's out there is sometimes commendable and a beautiful instinct of human life… other times, not so much. We could all learn from Head Engineer's mistake. But yea, Dark is powerful but not God of this Universe powerful… I think it'd be funny that if Dark tried everything in his power to defy the laws of the universe, once he finally got a hold on the time paradox that literally allows him to traverse the multiverse to find any timeline that gives him an upper hand on his #1 Enemy, when he travels to literally the ends of the universe, Mark (The Real Life Author) is like "no" so Dark has to go back to the main story line (or at least close to it, there's plenty of legroom for fanon things to occur around the "main timeline") Dark's like "ugh fine" and completes the ending of ISWM like it's a videogame to gain back his agency splitting from D/A (You and your choices in the "videogame") again, and to get away from Head Engineer- even though he's one of the more tolerable Marks, I GUESS- (Frenemies trope x The Unlikely Friendship trope x Doomed trope, and some other dynamic or development that can't really be similarly labeled as a trope, which hopefully I will be able to share to everyone who will want to know about it) I also like to think that's why he's dangling the box in front of us in AHWM instead of actually using it for anything. He can use us to get what he wants quicker than by doing it alone. Using the anomaly gem in the box for his own needs a second time would not work nor worth the risk of ISWM 2.0

What I love about Markiplier's cinematic universe is that it involves both distortion of identity and distortion of time/space- anything and anyone can happen. I relate to it and my chaotic (and also very analytical and ""DeeP"") creative style is very compatible with it. :)

Thank you for the questions !! Feel free to ask as many questions as you like about what I said here if it didn't make sense, because damn it's compact. It could be explained better if paced out (or storytold?) instead of all dropped into one post heheh

#Sorry for my copious usage of () and * That's how this shit gets me #Right in the autisms of layered explanation #I like the convoluted multiverse of MarkCU because there's still a heart to it besides the convolution. Like EEAAO my Beloved!!!#-- also a note: I'm super busy rn but when I'm on breaks I can go to answer these asks so they are still VERY encouraged if you'd like to.#asks #taikeero-lecoredier #darkhenge #<-- name of the cptdark AU btw #long post #darkiplier #head engineer #ISWM #ISWM AU #text

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 1 year

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Limelight: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

Due to Jill's announcement with the press, the police station is crowded with people who claimed they have people missing. Of course, you can't reject anyone, so you're stuck listening to every single person's account of someone who is missing. You're overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people here, but you have to remind yourself that the stress isn't real. You can separate yourself from it, but it takes a lot out of you.

You must have talked to ten people, but none of them had something useful for you to use. You're sad that some of them have people they love who are missing, but none of them match the other victims you're looking for.

You're just about to give up hope when you get a tip from dispatch that someone called in claiming to know where a victim is. Your team is taken to an empty room to listen to the recording since it happened a little bit ago while the local police handle the tips from everyone else.

"Philadelphia Police Department," dispatch says.

"I think I saw something. It might have to do with the killings," a man says in a low voice.

"What did you see?"

"My car broke down on I-76. There was a field off the road. A man was digging a hole."

"What kind of hole?"

"For the body. I saw it. A bleeder stripped of its clothes."

"Can I have your name, sir?"

"Mile marker 115 on the eastbound. They'll find it."

The call ends, and you know that without a doubt, that the caller was the unsub. He is leading you to another body, and you know this has something to do with Jill talking to the press yesterday.

"Does anything strike you?" Jill asks Hotch.

"Stripped of its clothes. That objectifies the victim."

"Exactly. Dehumanizing. This wasn't just any tipster."

"The way that he referred to the body as a bleeder could mean--"

"Visible trauma to the corpse," Jill cuts him off, jumping the gun.

She is too excited, and she is going to get herself hurt... or worse.

"No, not exactly. I noted usage of the same word in the pages from the storage facility. He refers to his targets as bleeders. It's misogynistic. He's referring to menstruation."

"He'd use it as a weakness."

"I think we need to see what's in that field."

Derek and Emily volunteered to see the body with their own eyes, but you wanted to stay at the police station. What they found there shocked not only them but the rest of the team once they found out about it. Not only did they find a victim buried in the ground with enough teeth intact to ID the body, but this woman was buried on top of another woman.

Two victims this unsub gave you, but why? What was the point of it?

"He calls in anonymously and hands us two more victims. Why?" Jill asks, just as confused as you.

"You vowed publicly to bring him in. He may be reacting to that to show you who you're dealing with. He's a narcissist. He's preening."

"Good. I hope he keeps it up."

"No, you don't want that."

"He will drop a breadcrumb every time he tries something like this."

"He'll drop bodies, too."

What the hell is wrong with her? Why is she being like this? She is too cocky, and you don't like that she is on this case.

"If he's making it personal, he'll get sloppy and give himself away."

"Maybe that's what he wants. It never occurred to me that this guy defaulted on that storage unit."

"You think he wanted us to find it?"

"Maybe he's decided it's time for the world to know his name, but if he wanted a coming-out party, then why not just send his victim photos, videos, or something to prove what he is?"

"He wanted us to start at the beginning, to chart his evolution. Bright childhood grows into darkness. He's got us chronicling every step."

"So, if this is his story, what chapter are we on?" Jill wonders.

"The final one. He's writing it as we speak."

Your phone rings, and you put Penelope on speakerphone for all to hear.

"What's up?"

"When I got shot, I kept wondering why God would program our bodies to register that kind of pain. You know what got me through it?"

"No, I don't. What got you through it?"

"Knowing that the pain would eventually end, but these women, they don't even have that. When he's torturing them, there's no end." She takes a pause, and you hear something in the background. "Philly lab matched the IDs of the dental records on the two women from the grave. Mimi Adams and Sara Coswell. You'll find them in the missing person files we've flagged as possible victims."

"Thanks, Pen. We're on it."

"Wait, there's something else. Both women were reported missing four months ago on the same day."

"He's doing doubles. The killer got bored, upped the stakes, and killed two women in one day."

"Gerard Schaefer did it. He took his cue from Bundy. He said it was twice as hard, but twice as much fun. He kills with impunity for years without the slightest bit of heat and he needs a bigger fix, so he starts doing two a day. Four months later, he still can't get off so he opens his storage locker for us."

"Jill. Chronicle holding on 2," an officer notifies Agent Morris.

"Yeah, I'll take that in my office."

"Planning another press conference?" Derek comments, but she doesn't answer.

She leaves for her office, and you watch her leave. She is going to get someone killed if she continues down this road, and it seems like she doesn't want to listen to anyone.

"I heard we got IDs on these two bodies," JJ says walking into the conference room.

"Yeah, Mimi Adams and Sara Coswell. What's up?"

"This woman's husband came in before. She fits the victim type," JJ says about one of the victims that have been dug up.

"If you have her DNA, you might want to check it against the hair."

"What hair?"

"From the storage unit. Agent Morris found it early on. It's the same color, so it might--"

"It won't match," Rossi cuts Spencer off. "She didn't get the hair from the unit."

"She lied? When were you gonna tell us?" Hotch asks angrily.

"Whatever she did to get us here, we're here now."

"It's unacceptable behavior. Why do you keep defending her?"

"Because I know what she is. She's me twenty years ago. I know what people think. Everyone knows their names, but not the victims, right? Somewhere along the line, I put myself first. I admit it. I can't go back and change it, but it's not too late for her."

"Missing persons flagged a report that was just filed," Derek says once the news breaks out.

"A possible victim?"

"The subject's car was found idling at a stop sign, and there was some damage to the back end. It sounds like a bump and grab."

"Did she fit his profile career, age-wise?" Hotch asks.

"Katrina Townsley, thirty-four. She's a reporter at the chronicle."

"The Chronicle?"

Rossi gets up and rushes over to Jill's office in a panic. You realize why when you remember the officer telling her that someone from the Chronicle was calling her. If she did what you think she did, then Jill went out on the prospect of getting this guy, and she probably walked right into a trap.

You rush behind Rossi and see something on her computer that resembles a letter on her email. Upon closer examination, it's a letter that doesn't look like the other ones you've gotten.

"What is it?" Hotch asks.

"Have we gotten this letter?"

"No. I've never seen this before," Spencer says after reading it. "Why would he send agent Morris a letter?"

"She's his final chapter."

Luckily, Jill has a government phone that always has the tracker readily available, so you know her last known location. She was last at a car garage, but when you get there, you find her phone and nothing else. She was here, you can feel her, and someone else was here as well. The unsub must have grabbed two people. If you had to guess, the unsub grabbed Jill's friend at the Chronicle before using her to lure Jill out of hiding.

Katrina Townsley's energy is littered across the garage, making it easy to follow it.

"There's blood here. A couple of drops. Looks like she was dragged. This shouldn't have happened."

"Her guard was down. He tricked her into thinking she was meeting a friend," you try to assure Rossi.

"I told her to slow down, check your ego, and use your team."

"David, there's no way you could have known that she was gonna go off by herself."

"I did know. Sure as I know myself."

"Rossi, I can see Kat and Jill's energy. I know where they went. Right behind you at the entrance of the garage, I can see the vehicle he is driving." Rossi stares at you as if you have three heads, but you don't have time for this. "Okay, you can keep staring at me, or I can help you find them."

You don't wait for his response, and you take out your phone to call Hotch.

"Do you have something?"

"I know where they went. I can see his car. I'll be able to track them down, but I won't know where they are until I get there."

"Good. Follow them."

You hang up on Hotch and walk over to the car you used to travel to the garage.

"Are you going to come?"

Rossi and Spencer have no choice but to follow you no matter if they believe you or not. You get behind the wheel since you can clearly see the van the unsub used. The closer you get to the car, the further away it seems to be. When you move, it moves in the direction it went.

You pull into traffic and follow the van that seems to disappearing between cars, only to reappear.

"What do you see?" Rossi asks you.

"I see this van maneuvering between cars, disappearing and reappearing. It's like it's leading me to where it is because of Kat and Jill. Their energies are making it so that I am able to follow them clearly. It's hard to explain."

After three more minutes on the main road, you make a couple of right turns into a neighborhood where you see the same car parked in front of a house. You quickly sent a message to Hotch about where you are, and it wasn't long for the rest of the team and the police force to arrive at the house.

The second the door was busted down, you followed the energy left behind by Kat and Jill. They are alive, but you hope that the unsub didn't hurt them too much. The unsub is unusually calm when you get down to the basement, and he even lets you handcuff him and take him away without a fight. Kat is lying on the ground, unconscious, but Jill is a crying mess.

With the unsub in custody, your team is able to figure who the hell this guy is. His name is Jeremy Andrus, forty-one. He came from a broken home, poverty, went to trade school, was involved in petty crime and lewd behavior. The entire profile is laid out in his entire life, so it seems obvious now that you know who he is, but it wasn't so obvious when you had the entire state of people to choose from.

The thing that bothers you the most is that when he was shown all the missing people, he kept pointing to certain ones. You know that the ones he is pointing to are his victims.

Seventeen of them he has pointed to, and he hasn't even gotten to the 2006 pile. It breaks your heart. He won't speak or tell you where the remains are, and that's the true revenge knowing he's killed this many people but won't tell you where they are located.

Knowing you caught this guy and can bring justice to other victims, but you can't if he won't talk about it.

The best thing to unwind from a case like this is to spend it with the people you love the most. You and Spencer needed a relaxing night, and what better way to relax than with facials and at-home manicures? Using one of your hair wraps to keep your hair out of the way when you're doing makeup, you place that on Spencer's head to pull his hair away from his face. It's a cute pink one with bunny ears while yours is blue with teddy bear ears.

You slather on a good amount of your facial mixture to Spencer's face, avoiding his eyes and nose. After putting some on yourself, you grab his right hand and begin to fix his nails with your manicure set.

"Would you quit looking at that thing?"

He is holding the facial bottle and inspecting the ingredients as if he will understand what some of them are.

"My face is tingling. I don't think that's supposed to be happening."

"Yes, it is. That means it's working. Now, put down the bottle and relax. Let me take care of you."

Spencer sets the bottle down and leans back, closing his eyes in relaxation. It's not every day where you can be like this with Spencer, but you're going to take it where you can get it. If you can't find happiness in these moments, then why have them at all?

"I love you," you say, blowing on his fingers to get rid of the loose skin.

"I love you," he smiles with his eyes closed.

"For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won." - Lucy Maud Montgomery

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pr1ncessavar0se · 6 months

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What about Lady Soot with everyone? I already asked about her with Vivia a lot but what about the other detectives and Kurumi?

OH OH THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN!!!! I do have a liiiittle bit written in a separate Google doc so I’ll just copy paste it here LOL

Yuma Kokohead: Lady and Yuma would get along rather well, I think! He might get overwhelmed from time to time because of how hyperactive she is naturally, but it’s nothing he can’t deal with (he deals with Shinigami, who’s rather similar to her in that regard.) He has a hard time understanding her sugary metaphors and her rapid speech patterns, along with everyone else. Regardless, Lady’s always super sweet to him and acts like a big sister figure to him.

Thoughts?

Yuma: She’s weird, but she doesn’t seem bad! She’s just a bit…crazy.

Lady: Little Lavender Macaron! He’s such a sweetie. Seems to get into a lot of trouble with the Peacekeepers, and I thought I was bad with that!

Shinigami: Putting these two in a room is an awful idea, an awful idea that I fully support. When these two meet in the Mystery Labyrinth, I think Shinigami would kinda rip on her, as she does with everyone. But Lady kinda wouldn’t care and she’d still be super nice to Shinigami, even offering to make her favorite dessert for her. Eventually, they both kinda realize that they have similar energies to each other and use that to lovingly bully Yuma.

Thoughts?

Shinigami: Jeez, I can’t believe that sugar coated minx and I get along so well! Hell, she kinda does my job for me! Kyahahaha!

Lady: Really pretty! Her hair reminds me of strawberry and vanilla yogurt! Man, now I want yogurt, or maybe even a parfait!

Yakou Furio: They probably see each other as father and daughter, if only the daughter was a bit of a little shit that lovingly bullies the shit out of the dad. Directly jumping onto the sleeping chief to make sure he wakes up on time or sneaking in the Nocturnal Detective Agency at 4 in the morning to make him breakfast, Lady truly cares about the chief. Even when she shows how much she cares, she’s still gonna be a hardass on him, and it only confuses the poor chief.

Thoughts?

Yakou: It’s hard to understand what goes on in that head of hers. As her boss, I can definitely attest to that. But despite it, she has a real heart of gold, always making sweet treats for the other detectives.

Lady: The chief needs to get up on time more. He’s lucky he’s got such a cutesy wootsy little gal helping out on cases and whatnot, making everything as smooth as meringue!

Halara Nightmare: Halara definitely hates Lady’s sugary antics, probably finding her rather annoying. But, they’re willing to give credit where it’s due, commending Lady for being able to investigate thoroughly whilst making it snappy and also refusing to use her Forte, especially in front of others. Despite it though, they can’t help but find Lady to be a bit insane for refusing to use her Forte in the first place.

Thoughts?

Halara: Lady Soot is the definition of insanity. To blatantly refuse to use her Forte and make baseless guesses in its place, it’s an awful way of working. But, I can’t help but notice her hypotheses are always made with her observations in mind, which makes her work rather commendable.

Lady: Halara’s a lot like sour gummy candy! They’ve got a sour exterior that’s almost hard to even stand. But once you get to know them, you realize how sweet they can be! They and I both know full well the only way I can pay them back is with sugary treats that are homemade!

Desuhiko Thunderbolt: Desuhiko and Lady would definitely tease each other as if they really were siblings. They joke around and goof off like they’re siblings too! The only time Lady really gets fed up with Desuhiko is whenever he tries hitting on a girl, and she just gives him a swift smack on the back of his head in typical sibling fashion.

Thoughts?

Desuhiko: Pinkie? Oh, she’s awesome! I like to think she’s our personal sugar dealer! Just wish she’d back off sometimes so I can pick up some cuties~

Lady: He’s so cute, I wanna throw him at the wall and watch him go “splat!” Ahahaha! Just wish that little banana split would ease up on the women though, he’s making ‘em feel sour!

Fubuki Clockford: Gal pals, 100%. Fubuki and Lady would have such a cute friendship, like Fubuki offers to help Lady bake and after so many times of refusing it (because Lady’s even more stubborn than a damn mule), she eventually gives in, and that leads to both Fubuki and Lady having the time of their lives! Once Fubuki found out that Lady was homeless before she became a detective, she goes up to her and wants to learn everything there is to know about fending for yourself and survival. After all, Fubuki wants to be the best adventurer-detective she wants to be, and Lady would definitely help out with that!

Thoughts?

Fubuki: Lady is a very sweet friend, and an amazing adventurer-detective! It would be an honor to learn how to be a better adventurer-detective from her!

Lady: Such a sweetheart! We’ve gotta have her bake with me more, she did great!

Vivia Twilight: If these two aren’t the definition of opposites attract, I don’t know what is. Despite them being completely different in so many ways, they do have a couple things in common, and they use them to get along. Not to mention that Lady’s the only one who understands what he’s even saying to begin with. But in turn, no one else understands her because she too speaks in weird ways, mainly metaphors revolving around sugar!

Thoughts?

Vivia: Ah, Lady… The Yin to my Yang… It’s beautiful how flowers can bloom even in the darkest of times.

Lady: Aww, I love Vivia! Heck, what’s a twist without both chocolate and vanilla, y’know? Ahahaha!

Kurumi Wendy: When Yuma first introduced the two, I think Kurumi might’ve gotten a little bit jealous of Lady for teaming up with Yuma? But Lady was quick to shut any ideas down, and that probably made Kurumi feel a bit better about her. After that though, Lady’s definitely treating her as if she were a detective, even though Kurumi’s just an informant. She considers that being just as important, and that alone is enough for Lady to show her the same amount of respect as the other detectives!

Thoughts?

Kurumi: Lady’s really nice, always offering me sweets when I stop by with Yuma! Part of me feels guilty for not accepting, but she seems to not be hurt by it.

Lady: I’m rooting for her! Really waiting for the day she becomes a detective. I can see how passionate she is about it, and that’s just what we need at the WDO!

#shut the fuck down ava #ava’s asks #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #original character #rain code oc #mdarc #mdarc oc #lady soot #yuma kokohead #rain code shinigami #shinigami #yakou furio #halara nightmare #desuhiko thunderbolt #fubuki clockford #vivia twilight #kurumi wendy #twisoot

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paramouradrift · 1 year

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Silent tears

@febuwhump

Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender, Pairing: Zukka Modern AU in which Zuko is the captain of the fencing team.

Slightly NSFW due to mentions of sexual activity, sexual situations.

This fic is doing its best, emotionally, on AO3 at this link.

Zuko and Sokka were cuddled up on Zuko’s bed, wrapped in a blanket. It was the weekend, and a snowstorm was painting the campus white outside. Furthermore, a message had been sent to all dorm residents that the boiler was broken and there would be no hot water until it could be fixed.

The two had exchanged looks. Zuko’s hair was disheveled, but it was nothing to Sokka’s absolute birdnest. Their bodies were both covered in kiss marks, dried sweat, and other fluids that they’d neglected to clean up the night before.

“At least I threw away the used condoms?” Zuko offered.

“Yeah. Next time, I don’t care how sleepy we get, we’re showering afterwards,” Sokka said, giving Zuko his most unamused glare. He sighed, looking at the door and then at the snow outside.

“I’ve got wet wipes and some rom coms,” Zuko said.

“Fine,” Sokka said. “But you have to brush my hair.”

“Deal,” Zuko said, getting out of bed and stretching. His joints cracked satisfyingly, and Sokka snuck in a sleepy butt smack.

So they were, halfway through their second flick. Sokka was wearing Zuko’s bathrobe and nestled comfortably against his chest, his hair neatly brushed and braided. Zuko wore only his sleep pants and held Sokka loosely in his arms. It was warm and cozy, but if Zuko was being perfectly honest he didn’t really like rom coms. He’d suggested them because he knew Sokka’s weakness for tropes—if they were well-done, he loved it, and if they fell flat, he took equal enjoyment out of tearing the film a new one. Zuko, however, was reminded too much of how his parents’ own idyllic-seeming marriage had so swiftly and utterly fallen apart, and how his Uncle had never managed to maintain a relationship for longer than a few months after his own divorce. He saw red flags where the movies portrayed blossoming love, and it ruined his suspension of disbelief. His leg was starting to fall asleep, and he wanted tea, so he gave Sokka a squeeze.

“Babe? I’m gonna make us some tea, do you want any?” he asked.

“Huh?” Sokka said, too wrapped up in the movie. “Oh, uh. Yeah, sure.”

Zuko extricated himself and set about making them both cups of something soothing and citrusy. When he turned back to the bed, cups in hand, he stopped dead. Sokka’s eyes glistened, tears rolling down his cheeks. His jaw was slack, and he gripped the covers with white knuckles. Zuko sighed and shook his head.

“What’d I miss?” he asked, scooting in next to Sokka after putting their tea cups safely down on the bedside table.

“What? Oh,” Sokka looked over at him, and then seemed to realize Zuko could see him crying. He wiped his face on the bathrobe sleeve. “Sorry, it’s just. It’s so sad , Zuko!”

Zuko hugged him close, and Sokka let his head fall on Zuko’s bare shoulder.

“What’s sad, love?” he asked.

“Just how she can’t be with him because of her family,” Sokka said. “I know I’ve seen this movie, like, a dozen times already, but, I dunno, it just hits differently now.”

Zuko’s heart ached, so he planted a kiss on Sokka’s forehead and held him close for the rest of the movie. Their tea was cold by the time it finished, but neither of them were paying any attention to it. Whether it was because he was feeling vulnerable because of the film, or some insecurity that the movie had dredged up, but once the credits began to roll Sokka turned in Zuko’s arms and made a sincere effort to devour him, and Zuko found he didn’t mind rom coms so much after all.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday17 #atla #fanfic #zukka #en garde! prets? allez!

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blametheeditor · 8 months

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Incident 8889-1

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of others being lesser than. Darker themes and tone.

SCP-8889's File

How to properly handle a David

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David learned a long time ago that while humans are stupid, ‘SCP’s’ are much stupider.

He might give those who are mortal more credit due to the fact he has to tolerate them in order to become powerful, but all in all the fairly newly coined ‘SCP’s’ that interact with the earth and those on it are significantly lower when it comes to status.

It was certainly interesting watching the progression through the millennia's. When ‘SCP’s’ were first named as monsters and superstitions, humans were certainly at the very bottom of the food chain. It was almost easy getting them to do everything asked of them, even sacrificing their own kind as long as it was for the will of the ‘gods’, even if a true one hadn’t been the one to name a price and therefore had nothing to give.

It took too long in his opinion, but humans finally began to earn their place. Finally figured out who the actual gods were. Began to understand ‘SCP’s’ as the malicious entities they could be rather than a mythical being. Climbed ever so slowly up the food chain so they stood above the lowest of the low instead of being the one barely above dirt itself.

And then they became clever, and that’s when ‘SCP’s’ as a whole became the bane of David’s existence.

As a god, he can’t exactly ignore humanity. Of course, once they got to a certain point, he did come to appreciate the interactions rather than loath them. They were certainly better company than inanimate objects who only made mortals react to its odd characteristics.

So once he saw the change, heard the new name ‘SCP’ gifted upon his coworkers so to speak, it became clear he could finally use the humans who had conquered the earth. The issue was the fact they started looking for him.

The time when magic was believed to exist was his favorite period. They were just stupid enough to not realize he was manipulating them strictly due to being a god acting as a mortal. And every single person he talked to was a master at some kind of craft.

Once ‘science’ was a thing? He had to be much more creative. Had to change his appearance more in two centuries than he did in one millennia. Couldn’t choose a business or family at random but instead become a lot more picky in figuring out what was a true craft, and who were complete idiots acting as prophets. And above all, he could not let the much lesser ‘SCP’s’ come anywhere near him.

Because while humans evolved, his coworkers didn’t. They still caused havoc as if electricity was still believed to be nothing but magic. Meaning the most brilliant of mortals spent an entire century on researching how to find, capture, and contain them.

Of course they could never catch David. He’s a god. An immortal all powerful being with powers no mere mortal could possibly ever fathom. But it certainly got annoying when those trained in hunting lesser ‘SCP’s’ down appeared in his area. And it angered him even more when some idiot of an ‘SCP’ wrecked havoc and therefore costing him a deal and yet no one showed up to capture it.

So to avoid it all, he began reporting them.

He’s not stupid. He always used someone else’s phone to make the call. Never offered his name. Just made an anonymous tip that ‘odd things’ were occurring where an ‘SCP’ was interrupting his work, all while he stayed a good distance away completing another deal before finishing what he started once the nuisance was gone.

He’ll give the mortals one thing, they had become quite talented in dealing with his coworkers. As much as he wanted to have such a craft for himself, he wasn’t going anywhere near the humans associated with it.

Until he met James.

I. Tall. Wearing a suit. Tucking a piece a paper away as someone walks toward the back.

II. Small restaurant. Six tables. Four booths. A bar against the right wall.

III. Only two people working. Six patrons total.

David had only just finished his latest contract, tucking it away when a mortal man approached the counter he sat at, sitting in a chair beside him.

“You look like someone who would know the best thing to get here.”

That got David’s attention, because no one ever figured out he’s the right person to talk to regarding anything. Not before a little persuasion.

“There’s a talented cook who knows how to properly make lobster bisque,” David smiled as he turned to face his companion. “Not once has it disappointed me.”

“Sounds exactly what I’m looking for,” the man nodded. “Are you the owner here?”

“Business partner. One who’s going to guarantee a larger restaurant with a long line out the door in a few months,” David couldn’t help but smirk with pride.

The man’s eyebrows rose. “That’s quite impressive. They’re extremely lucky to have you.”

He was hitting all of the right buttons. David had met a few who were considered charming, picked up a few things from those were considered masters of it.

He knew there were those who used it to gain something, but there were those who genuinely enjoyed having conversations and learning about the mortals around them. David was the former, but he loved meeting those of the latter.

“Do you partner with multiple businesses?”

It certainly seemed like this man was the latter.

“I do,” David beamed. “Not just restaurants, either. The clothing store on the other side of town wouldn’t be there today if I hadn’t stepped in.”

“The one with the gorgeous lace dress in the window?”

He had known it right on the top of his head without any hesitation. About a store that did grow due to David’s influence. But that contract had been made 30 years ago.

“That’s quite an impressive resume.”

David only knew he wanted to make a deal with this man if only to have an excuse to have someone around to praise him all day long. “And you look like someone who could match it.”

The man gave a small smile as if sheepish about the compliment, and David really wanted to keep him under his thumb. “Definitely not as impressive. I’m just a storm chaser.”

“Never heard of it.”

“I chase after things like tornado’s and hurricane’s,” the man clarified. “Disasters that could level a town, especially if people aren’t warned in time.”

“A fairly noble job,” David offers.

The man shrugged as if to give back the compliment. “A bit hard to do. I don’t know every storm’s pattern, so I can’t predict them all.”

David couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. Because this was going to be the easiest one yet. “I grant you an effortless next chase.”

The man gave him a genuine look of gratitude as he lifted his arm.

“In exchange for my full name, I accept."

Before David could realize just how odd the response was, a companionable hand is being set on his shoulder in thank you.

That’s when David is suddenly shoved into his own personal realm. One every god has. One only they control, and yet he didn’t want to be inside it.

Not that he hates it. It’s his realm. Tailored specifically to him that he can manipulate with just a thought. And considering the fact he has to do all of his deals in the mortal realm, it’s always nice to finally be where he belongs.

Sitting in a comfortable chair at an ornate desk in a well organized office. Two bookshelves behind him filled with contracts all painstakingly placed where they should be. Able to conjure up pens, a computer, or a new contract within seconds by snapping his fingers.

The only thing out of place? The mortal man he had been speaking to standing no taller than three inches on his desk. Looking as calm as before despite a well over two hundred foot god sitting before him.

What mortal thought they could best him.

David sighed once it became clear the man clearly wasn’t a storm chaser. Not looking almost bored as he crossed his arms. “You clearly are completely out of your-”

“James Stiller.”

He didn’t conjure the contract that appeared in front of them on the desk. One that’s longer than the miniscule mortal is tall. But it states the pest is the one in control.

David stared before growling. “You little-”

“I have dealt with enough of demons to know a contract when I hear one,” the mortal, James began, having the audacity to look almost disappointed. “You might be a god, but you’re just like every other SCP.”

...this, this human was an ‘SCP’ hunter?

That meant...that meant David was just caught. And David made it happen.

“You.” He couldn’t finish the sentence. Staring as he attempts to remember how to speak.

Because he was captured. The single sentence of trading the easiest chase for his name ensured David couldn’t add his own condition in. James filled in the blank. And by speaking his name, he completed his end of the contract. Meaning David has to hold his end of the deal.

When he can’t respond, James makes an offering motion. “We could keep this contract. I take you to the nearest facility, you get put into a containment cell, and studied by numerous scientists."

David’s fists clenched in fear. At the thought of never being able to leave, locked away for eternity as the centuries passed him by. No better than the other ‘SCP’s’ he reported himself to get captured. A god being controlled by mortals.

“Or, we can say this one has been completed in exchange for another one.”

...what could be worse than being locked up for eternity? “I’m listening.”

A blank contract appears on the desk.

“In exchange for keeping your identity as an SCP classified in which only I and the O5 have knowledge of, you will work as a senior researcher in one of the facilities where we contain SCP’s.”

“You’re kidding me,” David growls. “How is that any better than the first one!”

He’ll admit, he’s impressed the human never flinches with his movements or his yelling. He knows this form is terrifying for most mortals, but it seems like this particular one has faced a few giants in his career. Though even if there was fear, he wouldn’t do anything to reduce it.

He should threaten to squash the pest if anything...

“The first one has you as the SCP being researched,” James explains slowly. Patronizingly. “The second one has you researching other SCP’s.”

“Right,” David huffs, unable to feel accomplished at the brown hair being blown back from his action. “Yet I’ll be surrounded by mortals like you.”

“You won’t know you’re an SCP. If any of them figure it out or I tell them, my side of the contract will be broken. And no one will be allowed to put you in containment until you are a mile away.”

“Ten.”

“Ten miles away.”

David stares at the human. Glances between the two written contracts. “Why are you offering this?”

James finally smiles. “It was almost too easy capturing my first god.”

“I could crush you.”

“So we like the first contract more?”

David sputters. “No you mortal pest!”

And the human goes and taunts him by reaching toward the one that leaves David imprisoned. He has no choice but to snap it away, growling as he extends a hand. Not even able to smirk at the fact the stupid little thing isn’t even as tall as his pinky. “Do we have a deal on the one entailing my employment?”

James immediately extends his own hand, and that’s when he finally sees the nonchalant façade crack as he jumps at his entire arm being enveloped by David’s thumb and first finger, a facsimile of a hand shake completed.

“We have a deal.”

His realm disappears immediately, their return to the human realm greeted by the restaurant owner waving a hand in front of David’s face, making him leaning back in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“You two were sitting there just staring into space for five minutes!” she exclaimed.

“Forget about it,” David waved before glaring at James looking smug. “Lead the way.”

“Right this way Dr. Harrison.”

“Mr. Harrison.”

“Researchers go by doctor,” James said as he walked out. “And they wear lab coats.”

“You’re the most sadistic mortal I have ever met.”

“You might want to get a different insult. You know, one that doesn’t scream you’re an SCP. I don’t want to throw you into containment only a week from now. At least last a month.”

“Like I would let you catch me again,” David grumbled as he quickly fell into step with the shorter man. His new coworker. The first and only warden he will ever have.

“I would,” James responded. “Catch you again. And again if you escaped, but I warn you with every success, the containment gets more and more difficult to do so the next time.”

“Very ominous. Did they teach you that when you became an ‘SCP’ hunter?”

“That’s just me.”

David scowls before finally allowing himself to accept the fact a mortal had bested him at his own game. Prepares for a role he never thought he would have to take, but at least he has one contract to pull it off. At least until James breaks his end, and then he’s free again.

“Anything else I should know about?”

“If you ever need anything, call me.”

#I am so sorry for the weird time again #but DANG is it good to write #might just have to ban homework in this household #but it's a David!!#FNAF bois #SCP AU #BTE writing #cw #content warning

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What do you do when you find out the guy you were with was only using you for money and sex(we only had sex once,I was a virgin)? Like it's crazy to even put me through that.We discussed our life together every single day and made plans.We were working on different goals together specifically investing,buying houses to rent out etc.Three years wasted to find out he's full of shit.

He ghosted me out of no where and claimed I was who he wanted to spend his life with.We spent a day together and everything was good.Next day I was at work when he called but I missed his call so I called back.He told he got a lot going on and he was going to call me back etc.I never heard from him again but he's on IG talking about how he started his own business ,business going well,he had nobody to help him etc and I'm like wtf are you talking about? I was there when he was broke as a joke and getting on his feet. I'm happy for him but I don't really care. Why chase me down to be with me for over a year just to play with me and disappear?

*whew* Good morning, Anon ⛅️

What would I do? Abandon him like he abandoned me.

What kinda person can be that close to you and then treat you like a stranger? What would it benefit me to "follow" someone like that?

imo this is entirely too soon to be inking investment contracts together so ive never been in this situation. even when i was in a position to do this romantically and financially - going into business and trusting even a loved one to move how you move w your money should be done in small steps if at all.

esp if all yall did was "talk". bc "working on our goals" sounds too broad here. What does that look like irl?

And Im curious: Was this your plan? To loose your virginity, know him for a few years, finally date a year, then sign up for joint investments?

If not, you have to ask yourself why you went along with it? It may be that you let your emotions and ambitions influence you to over-invest in something you had no real-life evidence would be a sure thing.

For ex: just bc when *you* met him he began becoming financially stable (and likely talks a great game) it doesn't translate to he'll be a committed/transparent business partner or even give credit where credit is due when others wouldnt know the difference.

There may have been more things you turned a blind eye to on the off chance things coulda worked out.

If so, recognize that even if it wasnt a successful plan in a way - your experiences prepared you to be a more confident future-you. Even though you may feel (and could have actually been, its hard to know) used for years - you stayed. Which means you were receiving something. Even if it wasnt a fair trade - subconsciously you green-lighted it by staying. So even if its a hard lesson to take - it is yours and it can hold great value for your future success.

I would block him on my socials.

Get out a sheet of paper and write down: what attracted you to him, when and where yall met, and what lessons you learned. It dossnt matter how long it takes. let your emotions settle and confess soberly. take ur time to make it thorough and accurate.

find a fire safe area

and burn it.

and as it burns away, so with it does your obligation to be the woman you had to be to sustain it/him.

walk free. be entangled no more.

with him specifically. or with any situation that would have you repeat those lessons.

#couples #love #relationship advice #break up #break up advice #betrayal #ghosting

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My Top 5 Worst Movies of 2022

What's going on everyone, it's Dan here and today I'll be going over my Top 5 worst movies of 2022. I didn't want to go with easy one's like secrets of Dumbledore or Jurassic world: Dominion, I wanted to dig deeper and find movies that slipped under the radar or people haven't heard much about and review those.

I've said it twice and I'll say it again, these are my opinions and all of this is subjective. You may agree or disagree with me and that's fine. With that said, lets begin

Number 5 is Black Panther: Wakanda Forever from Marvel/Disney (6/10)

Right off the bat, I'm making a lot of enemies with putting this movie at number 5. Now keep in mind, this movie had to be rewritten due to the passing of Chadwick Boseman so what we got wasn't the original vision but rather salvaging what they could. I already gave my complicated feelings on a review for it last month and while I gave it a 6/10, I personally did not like this movie. It's okay for what we ended up getting, but I still felt they could have pushed this back and taken more time with it rather than salvaging what they could to make a movie. The first half almost put me to sleep and the second half is where it started picking up the slack. The end credit scene was nice but unlike the old post credit scenes from previous Marvel movies before Endgame, it won't lead to the next film but rather give us a hint at what's to come. Who knows when that plan or if it will ever happen. Overall, I'm glad they gave homage to the late Chadwick Boseman, but as a movie itself, its nothing too special. Shuri is a great Black Panther and I loved her personal journey, but other than that the movie is just lackluster.

Number 4 goes to Lightyear from Pixar/Disney (5.5/10)

Now this was a movie that had plenty of potential to be a great movie based on a beloved character from Toy Story, but it was a mess to infinity and beyond anything I could have imagined. The tone is off, its different from the happy go star commander were all use to seeing. Here it's a more serious and dark tone where Buzz normally gives off this upbeat and somewhat campy space ranger tone like with Duck Dodgers or the Jetsons or even Buzz Lightyear of Star Command, I was hoping that's what this movie would be like. The tone just doesn't fit, in fact this doesn't seem like a Buzz Lightyear movie. It feels more like a generic space commander movie with Buzz slapped on it for marketing. I also wanna address the "controversial" same sex kiss scene...it was a literal peck, not like they full on frenched each other so I don't see how that could have ruined the movie. The movie suffered due to its time travel plot being ridiculous and its tone being more serious than it should have. Feels like this was meant to be a sci-fi horror film rather than a Disney film with a Toy Story character. I admire that they're trying something new, but this is not the way to go about it. Plus the twist with Zurg? Like why? As I said, this movie had potential, but it was just not steered in the proper direction and it suffered for not staying faithful to the character of Buzz Lightyear.

Number 3 will be going to THE....MOVIE OF ALL TIME! Morbius from Marvel/Sony (5/10)

It's Morbin' Time! I know I complained about Lightyears plot but at least that had a plot. The plot for this movie was near nonexistent! This movie is something else, Jared Leto once again showing that superhero movies are not his best attribute less we remember his....memorable role as the Joker from Suicide Squad (2016) and the Snyder Cut of Justice League (he did way better there than in Suicide Squad). I already gave my thoughts on the movie back in April and while I did give it a 5/10 initially, I feel that the score needs to be brought down to like a 4 or a 3.5 because this movie is just a complete MEME! So much so that Sony saw the meme attention it was getting and had the Megamind idea to rerelease the film again thinking it would do better this time around....but it actually flopped AGAIN! This is the first film to have a box office flop twice! That is an accomplishment in it of itself! While I don't think its a great superhero movie, it's definitely a so bad its good superhero movie, to me this is more of a guilty pleasure movie that you just watch to have a good laugh with some mindless action thrown in. This definitely holds a special place in my catalog of memorable movies and superhero movies, This is a rare distinction on this list so Morbius I tip my hat to you for being everyones....movie of all time!

Number 2 goes to the direct to streaming Halloween movie Hocus Pocus 2 from Disney/Disney Plus (3/10)

Now this is one of those movies I felt did not need to happen, but since it's Halloween it's time to see what beloved Halloween classics need to be given a sequel for next generation. A sequel that adds nothing but just trying to be hip and with it. I tried to avoid watching this movie but I just couldn't get away from it. My sisters house, My job, even my own house I was doomed to watch and finish this movie. I watched it on several occasions to finish and it was worse than I thought. First off, the original Hocus Pocus was dark, there is no denying that these witches were unapologetically evil draining the youth from children (killing them in the process), turning kids into cats, bringing back the dead and trying to kill more children. The opening even shows them witches being hung, they even showed that in this sequel. Speaking of the sequel, it's just generic Halloween kids movie with the Hocus Pocus named slapped on. This movie tries to give us backstory on the Sanderson sisters which I'll admit is nice but it also tries to make them more sympathetic and seem like they're the real victims. I understand they grew up in Salem during a time when Women had no say in anything and witch hunts happened on the daily, but it doesn't work when we've established that they're ruthless in the original. But here, they act like grandma's where technology is foreign to them and they've become sillier rather than major threats and how in the end, they rest in peace thanks to the power of friendship. It doesn't make any sense, especially when they were destroyed in the previous film, they get brought back again from a candle almost thirty years later? It doesn't make sense and it just seems lazy. I don't think they needed to be made sympathetic, they should have been just as ruthless and threatening as they were in the original movie. I enjoy villain's who are unapologetically evil just as much as I enjoy the one's you can sympathize with. They should have been kept Unapologetically evil from the start. Also the main heroes (if you can call them that even though they brought back the Sanderson sisters to begin with) are generic as can be, I don't remember any of their names. The only part I enjoyed from this movie was when Mary Sanderson used Roombas as broom sticks to fly, that actually got a laugh out of me and that Hannah Waddingham makes a hot witch lady ngl. Other than that, this movie had no reason to exist. It was nice seeing the OG actresses reprise their roles, but this was still shameless nostalgic bait to gain more subscribers for Disney Plus.

After all I said, I'm sure you're asking yourself "what could possibly be worse than Hocus Pocus 2?! I thought for sure this would be the worst movie!" but you be wrong my friends, the worst movie of 2022 is....

Number 1 goes to The Munsters (2022) from Rob Zombie (1/10)

With everything I've said about these films, I can at least watch them in their entirety even If I gotta do it in short bursts, but this film was so bad I had to stop it halfway through and leave my own room just to reflect on the decisions I've made leading up to that. I was not able to finish this movie and I don't plan to finish watching this abomination. This movie has been distributed to DVD, Amazon Prime and Netflix (which is where I watched it). My god, I respect Rob Zombies work not only in film but his music as well I actually enjoy his music especially Dragula, that's a personal favorite of mine. I've enjoyed his other films like the Zombie Horror Picture Show, 3 from Hell and Lords of Salem, but something went wrong here. I also want to point out I am a fan of The Munsters, I watched the classic tv show as a kid and even now I still enjoy that along with other 60's classics such as The Addams Family and the 1960's Batman TV show. But this film is far from its source material. It get's almost nothing right except the bare minimum. It doesn't feel like The Munsters it feels like a parody of The Munsters if that. It's just impressions and costumes mixed with cheesy rock and roll elements slapped on it. The jokes and Puns feel so forced and the setting is just horror meets old time rock and roll. I guess it's an origin story on how Herman and Lily met but their characters in the film don't match up who they are, it doesn't seem like The Munsters at all. It's set to be in the 1400's but treats it like the 1970's or 1980's and it doesn't really seem funny at all it just looks bizarre. I have no idea what they were thinking taking this 1960's classic and turning it into this cheesy origin love story. The origin story could possibly work, but I think Rob Zombie was the worst choice to do it considering his main works. When I first heard The Munsters were getting a movie this year and that it would be done up by Rob Zombie, I was excited. Unfortunately, the movie did not deliver on anything. It was clever, it wasn't funny and I don't even think cringe is the best way to describe this, it's just unbearable and I will never go back to finishing that film unless I was obligated to or if I get lucky with a lady if I watch it, that's it. It's a shame this happened to a beloved property I grew up watching, this makes The Munster's movies from the 90's look better by comparison and that's why I believe The Munsters (2022) is the worst movie of 2022.

Let's see how many enemies I make today, I'll post my Top 5 best movies tomorrow and should wrap up the year for me.

See ya!

#dans den #top 5 list #worst movies #2022 #reviews #black panther wakanda forever #lightyear #morbius #hocus pocus 2 #the munsters 2022

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