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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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Mr Evershed x Daughter!reader - things we didn’t know

Mr Evershed x daughter!reader - things we didn’t know - is so good! It deserves a sequel, please. Maybe R asks her dad about her bio dad and he tells her. So when she shows up for tutoring maybe she just randomly give Mr. Evershed a hug? Maybe they can celebrate her getting a better good grade on the next test after that wee or so after because Mr. Evershed would have permission to leave school with his daughter and they go get ice cream or something to celebrate her grade and them bonding? Just some ideas, don't have to use them but a sequel with R and Mr. Evershed bonding as father and daughter would be much appreciated. - @witchreporter 💜

Part two:

Sitting in your after school English lesson, you worked through the worksheet the best your could.

“Mr Evershed?”

“Hm?”

You looked up at him.

“I won’t be able to come after school next week, I have training, and it’s everyday after school until the weekend.”

“Training? As if football or something?”

He wasn’t aware you took part in any sort of sport related activities.

You grinned a little and shook your head.

“Parkour.”

“Parkour?”

He walked over and sat at the table, giving you a confused look.

“Yeah! I saw some teenagers doing it when I was a kid and like I absolutely loved it, so I begged my mum and dad to let me do it and they did! I’ve been doing it every since, why else would I know how to do a front flip?”

“Boredom?” He offered.

You grinned a little.

“There is that.”

You handed him your worksheet.

“I just wanted you to know.”

“Thanks for telling me, good luck with your competition.”

“Thanks! You know you can come if you want.”

“I.. don’t think that’s very appropriate, sorry.”

You shrugged a little.

“It’s cool, but the offer is still there. Have a good evening!”

“You too!” He called.

You ran home, and you barrelled through front door, throwing your stuff on the floor you ran straight to the kitchen a slid across the floor, nearly crashing into the counter.

“Oh hey mr layer man. Hey dad, what’re you doing here?”

The two shared a look.

You wondered to the fridge and pulled out a drink and sat on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth.

“Well, we were actually just discussing something about you.” Joshua said.

“Me? I’m not in trouble am I? Cause I’ve been in extra lessons so I couldn’t have done it.”

Both of them laughed.

“No, nothing like that sweetheart. I think.. maybe we should talk.” Robert sighed.

You looked at him and set your drink aside.

“Did you find my birth dad?” You asked quietly, “is he going to try and take me away from you..?”

“No. No, of course he isn’t not.”

Robert walked over and handed you a document.

“But we did find your birth dad yes. I wasn’t sure about telling you, but you’ve been asking a lot recently about him.”

“What’s he.. what’s he like..?”

“He’s a good man. You already know him.” Robert smiled.

He pointed to the name on the document.

“Martin Evershed… Mr Evershed..?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s Mr Evershed.”

You set the paper aside and looked at your dad.

“He knows. He promised me he wouldn’t tell you anything until I told you.”

You slowly nodded your head and went upstairs to process what you had been told.

The following day, you couldn’t bring yourself to go to English, so you didn’t, and you were skipped your English after school as well.

On the last day of the week, you found yourself standing outside his classroom, that same DNA proof document in your hands as you debated this.

You took a small breath and pushed the door open, walking over to his desk you stood in front of him.

“(Y/N)? Where have you been?”

“I know.” You mumbled.

“What?”

You set the paper in front of him and he immediately recognised it.

Standing up, he sighed and walked around, running a hand through his hair.

“I should have told you but I promised your dad I wouldn’t, I’m sorry. I understand if you want to move English lessons, have someone else tutor you, I completely understand.” He said.

You looked at him.

Walking over, you grabbed his arms and held them out, and then you wrapped your arms around him.

Mr Evershed looked down at you, and he left out a he didn’t know he was holding.

He wrapped his arms around you and gently hugged you back, and you took a small breath.

“I’ve been trying to find you for years…” you whispered.

“I’m sorry I had no idea…”

You nodded, and you two just stood hugging one another for a few minutes before you pulled away and sniffled a little.

He smiled softly and placed his hand on top of your head.

“Hey, hey there’s no need for tears.” He whispered.

“I.. I’m just so happy that you’re a good person… I thought.. I thought maybe you’d be a bad person.. or.. or take me away from my dad..”

“No, no of course not. He’s your dad, he raised you, and he did such an incredible job at it too. I know I’ve missed a lot of your life, but I’d like to be part of it as well, but I will never try take over from Robert, okay?”

You nodded and he smiled, moving his hand to your shoulder.

“Come here.”

He pulled you in for another hug, and you happily hugged him back.

“Is this why you didn’t come yesterday?”

You nodded.

“I was just scared I guess…”

“You have nothing to be afraid of, alright? Absolutely nothing.”

You nodded and pulled away with a smile.

“Does this mean you’ll come to my competition?”

“Absolutely I will.”

You beamed happily, and instead of doing English you sat there and you told him all about your childhood, all the things he wasn’t able to be there for.

And he happily listened.

The following week you had a test on the Monday, and you tried your hardest, you gave it your all and when you handed it in, you grinned a little.

“It’s not empty this time.”

“Well I certainly hope not we’ve been working hard. Are you off to training?”

You nodded your head.

“See you tomorrow!”

He waved at you as you ran out the door and he got to work marking the test papers.

He started with yours first, and he was glad he did, because the grace you had gotten was better than the one a few weeks ago.

You were getting better and he knew you’d be overjoyed with it.

And you were, you were beyond happy with it, and you excitedly ran out of the school with your test paper.

Your competition came around fast, and Mr Evershed found himself stood outside the arena looking a little lost as he waited for your dad.

“You look uncomfortable.” Robert chuckled.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to these sorts of things. My daughters are a lot younger than (Y/N), so I suppose i thought I wouldn’t be doing this stuff for years.”

Robert nodded his head and led him inside.

“Trust me I understand. Sometimes I forgot she’s nearly an adult.”

“You just want to keep them safe and wrapped away from the world.”

Robert nodded his head in agreement and they sat down at the front of everyone where their seats were.

Robert explained everything for Mr Evershed, the rules, the type of contest it was and what you would be doing.

“Here, look, she’s up.” Robert whispered.

He pointed to you and both your dads turned to watch you.

You waited for your cue and got ready, it was simple, you had to complete the course in the fastest time.

When the bell went you ran, jumping over things, running under things, climbing up and swinging across everything put in your way.

You were fast, and you did everything with ease with people cheering and chanting your name.

When you rounded to the final obstacle, you picked up the pace and you ran up the wall before reaching up, hauling yourself over the edge you slammed your hand on the button to stop the timer.

“3 minutes and 29 seconds! The fastest time by just one second!” The announcer cheered.

Robert and Mr Evershed stood, cheering and clapping and you beamed proudly as you slid down the ramp you ran up and ran over to the other contestants who had finished.

“Sorry Jay, you just weren’t quick enough.” You grinned.

He rolled his eyes, lightly punching your shoulder.

“I woulda had it if I didn’t trip at the end.”

“You did good, don’t beat yourself up. Coulda happened to any of us.”

You all watched the remaining contestants take part, and finally you were all allowed to go with your family and friends until the judges were ready.

You jogged over to your dads and you jumped on Robert, hugging him tightly.

“That was amazing!” Mr Evershed smiled.

Letting go of your adoptive dad, you turned to your biological dad and beamed at him. He held his arms out and you jumped on him as well, hugging him tightly.

“So who do you think has the win?” Robert asked.

You let go of Mr Evershed and you all sat down.

“Well, it depends on if the judges decide whether Jays fall was because of the course or because of himself. A few people stumbled there so they’re checking it out to decide now.” You said.

They nodded and you all spoke about the competition and you explained all the aspects to Mr Evershed.

Then the announcement came for all contestants to line up and you did.

They announced third, second, and then it came to first.

You and Jay had the fastest times, and you both looked at one another.

“And for first place with the fastest time of 3 minutes 29 seconds, (Y/N) (L/N)!”

You beamed and walked over to the podium and stood on it, letting them give you the medal and the trophy.

Looking behind you, you held a hand out to Jay.

“Come on.”

He beamed and took it, letting you pull him up and you wrapped your arm around his shoulder, both of you holding the trophy for the rest of the photos.

You let him take the either the medal or the trophy, and he chose the medal, and you walked back over to your dads.

“Ready for that dinner?” Robert smiled.

“Yeah!”

You turned to Mr Everhsed.

“You’ll come too, right?”

“If your dads okay with it yeah.”

“Yeah, come on.” Robert grinned.

So you all had dinner at a fancy restaurant to celebrate.

A few weeks later you had another English test, and you were anxiously waiting your score, and Mr Evershed decided to keep your paper until last and waited for people to leave.

“Damn did I do that bad?” You asked.

He laughed, walking over.

“The opposite actually, you passed!”

You gasped and tackled him into a hug, and he laughed, hugging you back.

“Yes! I passed?!”

“Yeah! And if you keep it up soon enough you’ll be smashing through your exams with flying colours.” He smiled.

Pulling away, you looked at the test paper happily.

You leant against your dad, and he smiled, hand on your head as he looked at his watch.

“You want to go celebrate?” He asked.

You looked up at him.

“I thought I couldn’t leave school with you?”

“Well, your dad rang up and explained everything to Mrs Carter. You can leave school with me, and I can drop you off too. I can do pretty much anything your dad is allowed to do, with his permission on some things however.”

You quickly nodded your head and grabbed your bag, stuffing your test into it.

“Yeah! Can we get ice cream!”

“Let’s get ice cream!”

You beamed and you were practically bouncing down the hallways out to the car park, and you ran around his car and jumped in.

Mr Evershed took you both to a small desert place and he handed you a menu to look through you.

“Can I get chocolate mint?”

“Really? Chocolate mint?”

“It’s nice!”

“I’m starting to question if you’re my daughter you know, chocolate mint is not a nice flavour.”

You reached over and slapped your menu on his head and he smirked at you.

“Yes you can.”

He ordered for you both, and you looked around.

“So, why chocolate mint?” He asked.

“Well, it’s nice. Refreshing, and I like the weird taste mint ice cream leaves.”

“You’re so strange.”

“I know, it’s great. You’re basic you got vanilla. That’s a basic flavour Mr Martin Evershed.”

“Ouch full name just because I got vanilla ice cream? That hurts.”

“Good I’m glad it does. It should.”

“Really? Oh really now? Is that how we’re playing this?”

The waiter brought over your ice cream but before you could take yours Mr Evershed grabbed the bowl and put it next to you.

“No!”

You reached over and he pushed your hand away.

“Nope, only nice people get ice cream.”

“No! Martin you can’t do that! I’m your child!”

“It’s exactly why I can do it.” He grinned.

You kept trying to reach your ice cream and he kept pushing your hand away while he ate his ice cream.

Giving up. You took his ice cream and smirked at him.

“Two can play that game.”

You grabbed his spoon and stabbed it into his ice cream.

“Hey! No! Make your own ice cream a paste! Not mine!”

He quickly swapped the bowls and you both grinned at each other.

You began mashing your own ice cream and he shook his head a little bit at you.

“So, are we going to be nice now?” He asked.

“Uhm no. You’re still basic.”

You grabbed your bowl and held it away from him.

Your milkshakes arrived and you happily sipped yours, and you looked at his.

“Strawberry, do you want to try some? I can get another straw.”

“See I want to say yes, but I’m like really allergic to strawberries.”

“Okay absolutely none for you then. Are you allergic to anything else?”

“Basic bitches…”

“(Y/N) (L/N)!”

You laughed loudly and beamed proudly at him.

Mr Evershed just smiled at you, shaking his head.

His phone chimed and he looked at it.

“Your dad says he’s got to work a little later than normal, he wants to know if you’re going home or if you want to stay with me until he comes to pick you up.”

“I wanna stay with you, can we stay in town though?! There’s so many cool things I wanna look at!”

Mr Evershed smiled and nodded his head.

“Absolutely.”

You grinned and sipped your milkshake, happily mashing your ice cream into a paste still and Mr Evershed smiled softly at you.

He thought getting to know you was going to be hard, but it wasn’t, and he was hoping he’d be able to get to spend more time with you and learn everything there was about his daughter

#ackley bridge #ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge x reader #ackley bridge x you #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed x you #mr evershed #mr evershed imagine

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explorationsoftheid · 3 days

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So this popped up on my watch this morning. You see as part of the Fitness program it will occasionally toss out little challenges. Go on a 20 min outdoor walk on Earth Day, that sort of thing. They break up the daily grind of working out and for the most part I enjoy them. This one is for International Dance Day.

Nope.

Not gonna do it. Not even going to try. It’s not that I have anything against dancing mind you. It’s that I can’t. Never have been able to. I don’t even really understand the theory. But maybe that’s the problem. Maybe there is no theory. Regardless, I can’t, People have tried to teach me but I don’t know what to do. I’m too uncoordinated, and clumsy. There are too many variables and I can’t manage them all. People will say things like “You just have to feel the music”. I don’t even know what that means.

Understand that this is not a new thing. I have never been able to dance. I skipped all the school dances when I was a teenager, yes, even the Prom, I had no wish to get dressed up and take someone to an event that I knew I would be terrible at. Going dancing never even crossed my mind any more than taking up parkour or skydiving. Some years later my partner and I were at a wedding reception and they insisted that I dance with them. One time around the room, a series of squashed toes, collisions with other dancers, and at least once tripping over my own feet we arrived back at our table. They sat me down and have never asked again.

I’m not kidding when I say that I cannot dance.

So today is International Dance Day and I’m going to mark it by not doing a bloody thing.

#autistic adult #autistic community #autistic experiences #neurodivergent #proprioception

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trainingforfandom · 2 years

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BNHA Physical Education Guide: For Use in BNHA Programs

When I eventually get around to posting the BNHA boys’ workouts I will refer to some of their activities as PE (Physical Education). This will be the guide.

The BNHA boys undoubtedly workout by themselves, however most schools require students to do PE. From experience and asking some Japanese students at uni, I believe PE would be for around an 1 to 1.5 hours about 1 to 3 times a week. I found that PE is pretty standard across the world. Mostly different sports, laps, group exercise, and the occasional weight room session. However, the BNHA high school functions as something closer to a military or ROTC camp so their PE would likely be a little more intense. These look like a lot of exercises, but they aren’t hard or time consuming, no maxing out on lifts here. The boys might choose to skip workouts on these days or simply supplement with exercises they feel would be beneficial. Girls like Momo/ Uraraka might not workout beyond this PE: Momo needs to reserve calories and her training is taking time to study, and Uraraka would likely spend more time in a martial arts dojo as her quirk makes resistance training useless.

*** EMPHASIS: THIS IS A LOT OF EXERCISE VARIETY BUT IT SHOULD NOT BE TIME CONSUMING, USE LIGHT WEIGHTS (NOTHING BEYOND 60% OF 1RM) AND DO NOT EXHAUST YOURSELF WITH MAXIMUM EFFORT. USE DISCRETION IF COMBINING WITH ANOTHER PROGRAM, THIS BY ITSELF IS A GOOD STARTING PLACE FOR ANYONE.

Monday PE: Laps and General Calisthenics/Parkour

Warmup:

400 m Jog, 400 m Walk, 400 m Jog, 400 m Walk (Maximum time 10 mins)

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Parkour Training (30 Minutes) : Pick 1 or 2 videos and progress from there, the students likely are taught how to land safely and get over obstacles and through tight spaces to help them in chase and evasion.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ah_8vcvWW0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-8NzhTNdl0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07jEvyImwW8

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Calisthenics Workout (30 Minutes, Students are encouraged to complete this in workout groups as fast as possible, individuals simply try to get faster throughout the year. They also compare how much weight they use and how high/far they jump):

3 x 25 Ring Push Ups or Tandem Push Ups or Weighted Push Ups (Buddy on Back)

2 x 10 Team Log Press (Or Overhead Press)

3 x 10 Pull Ups (progression)

3 x 5 Long Jump

3 x 10 Box Jumps

100 m Bear Crawl (Buddy/Weight on Back)

3 x 30 Crunches

3 x 60 sec Planks

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Cooldown:

1600- 3200 m run as fast as possible (Maximum time 10-15 mins)

10 Minutes left as transition and resting time. If students complete things faster, they get rest time and are encouraged to adjust the exercise’s difficulty such as: Increasing box height or weight for push ups.

Wednesday PE: “Quirk Training” (Sports training/Skill Work in our World/Martial Arts Day)

Find a sport you like and play for 50 min

Try to learn a calisthenics/sports skill or get better at a certain lift

Work on a lagging body part

Examples (Personal)

Work on squat and deadlift form for about 10 minutes each with light weight, run a mile because I want to get faster (This takes about another 10 minutes :(, I’m a terrible runner), Do a bicep, shoulders, calves and forearm workout for about 20 minutes.

Lagging Body Part Workout:

5 x Drop Set lateral raises

4 x 15 Face Pulls

3 x 20 Calf raises

3 x 10 Wrist Curls

3 x 15 Cable Curls

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40 Minutes of Martial Arts Training

Class or a video like this: https://youtu.be/WIaZUWEuV-g

Friday PE: EMT/Rescue Weights Workout

This workout is meant for the students to build explosive strength, and weight bearing strength to help with rescue

Pages 13 -14 of this fireman's workout: https://www.cityofmadison.com/fire/documents/frf-intro-to-firefighter-fitness.pdf

This: Designed by me

Warmup: https://darebee.com/workouts/2-minute-warmup-workout.html

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Heavy Sandbag Circuit (30 - 45 Minutes)

** Sandbag 30-50% of body weight to start overtime this proportion should increase. Ex 70 kg/155 lb body weight = 21kg/46lb to 35 kg/77lb

Repeat 3 Times

20 Steps Up → 20 Steps Down → 10 Squats Stair climbs and Squats

10 Sandbag Clean and Press

10 Supinated Bent Over Row

20 Meters Farmers Carry (2 sandbags around 10-20% of bodyweight)

2 x 20 Meters Sandbag Pickup to Fireman Carry (1x 20 m run per side (left/right). Look up how to do this safely)

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Full body Weightlifting (Students might group up and spot each other/wait for equipment, this should be a minimalist workout for them to just hang out in the weight room with each other) (30 - 45 Minutes)

3 x 8 Deadlifts

3 x 10 Lat Pulldowns

3 x 8 Bench Press

3 x 12 Bicep Curls

3 x 15 Rear delt flye

3 x 15 Lateral Raises

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Core Circuit: This would likely be done together as a class

Repeat 3 Times

30 Leg Raises

30 Weighted Crunches

30 Weighted Russian Twists (15 per side)

30 Second Plank

#fitness #health #workout #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha deku #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #bnha shoto todoroki #bnha todoroki #momo yaoyorozu #uraraka ochako #physical education #anime workout

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tapperhet-em · 7 months

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It's "go time" and it gets ugly...

It took all Einar’s strength to let Meeri go after their conversation, but finally they walked out into the living room to their three friends wearing matching expectant expressions. However, some things they were going to keep to themselves for a minute. “Okay, let’s do this, Lorcan, before I chicken out.” Meeri nodded and turned to softly kiss Einar one more time, her eyes saying so much that she wanted to, and from the expression reflected back at her, he understood every unspoken word.

“Put your hands behind your back, Meeri. You’ll be able to slip your hands out of these, so keep your thumbs and fingers spread or it will be obvious what I’ve done. I have to put cuffs on to make this look real, babe.” Lorcan had her move near him and put the cuffs on just tight enough they didn’t hit the floor. He had her show him that she could slip them off to make sure that once she was in the Jeep that she could. Here went nothing…

Meeri played the good prisoner as Lorcan took her to his waiting jeep. Because she had the cuffs on, Melba was confused and kept jumping at her and barking. That kept anyone from getting too close. It seemed that they were convinced the dog was mad, not that she wanted to know why her friend wasn’t petting and had her hands bound.

By the time that they made it to the jeep, Meeri was crying real tears. There had been some nasty comments to her from soldiers in the garrison, and Lorcan had joined in more than once. She knew that he was playing a part, but to hear some of the horrid things coming out of his mouth hurt more than she wanted to admit. More than once her knees had given way under the weight of it all and he’d had to yank her up from almost falling. To others it would have looked rough, and his yelling right behind her head had made her flinch, but he was as gentle as he possibly could be. Lorcan honestly wasn’t sure if she was collapsing for real or if she was playing along.

“Get in the Jeep, bitch!” Lorcan pulled Meeri back against him fast, but as gently as he could. Damn there were too many fucking people around watching. He used the car door and the turn of his body to make it look like she was struggling as he dropped his head to say very low next to her ear. “God, I’m so sorry for all of this sweetheart. If you hate me forever I’ll understand. I’m going to get us out of here before anyone calls my Lt. Put your foot up on the running board and duck your head and I’ll push and it’ll look more like you were thrown in the back. Melba’s losing her shit, so people are staying back.” He gently kissed the side of her head and prayed Einar and their other friends didn’t shoot him later when they heard about this.

Meeri had known what Lorcan had been doing, but hearing it come from him made a world of difference. Looking like she was fighting with him, she did exactly what he asked. She had done training in parkour with the guys since they were kids, which aided quite a bit in getting her in, Melba on top of her, without getting injured. Her dad always hated her being a tomboy, but at the moment, it might have just saved her ass.

Less than a minute the front door of the Jeep slammed and the engine roared to life. She heard Lorcan hit the clutch and shift, then they were off. “Don’t skip a gear.” Meeri said. Lorcan tended to do that when he was in a hurry and it jerked the Jeep a bit much for her. The way she was laying, she or Melba would get hurt.

“No worries, Princess. I’ve got it now. I just had to get away from those damn people. Are you okay?” He looked in the rearview mirror as he threw his lights on to clear the road in front of him. She was still laying down in the seat, and he was worried he’d pulled or pushed too hard. The fact Melba was sitting on top of her might not have helped.

“I’m fine. Melba might need a diet, though.” Both of them laughed at Meeri’s response. Once Melba had moved to the floor, Meeri sat up but hunched behind Lorcan. The windshield was the only window not tinted almost completely black. She knew that the only way someone would see her was to not be hid by the dog or seat.

“Meeri, I’ll say it again. I hated having to do that, please don’t hate me. There were so many people watching, I was afraid if I didn’t make it look real that we’d end up with more soldiers and then I’d lose hold of you.” There was no missing that he was upset about what had happened. She caught his eyes in the rearview mirror and he wasn’t hiding how worried and upset he was.

“Lo, I knew it was going to be ugly before we left Einar’s room. I’m fine. You were loud and harsh, but you made gentle handling look rough from the reactions of the people around us. I’m still not sure how we made it to the Jeep without one of us actually pulling on the other.” Her forehead came to rest on the back of his seat as she started to relax.

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gloweeeeeee · 9 months

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first post <3

this is a dream i had btw idk if imma continue this

TW : suicidal (?) thoughts, slight gore (idk what i’m doing), abuse mentioned

she/they pronouns used for mc!!

zombie? apocalypse - 8/9/23

1:?? pm after a nap bc i only had 2hours of sleep the night before (i was listening to rotten mango while sleeping lmao)

whole dream was in 1st person view btw!!

…

me (mc) and a bunch of orphaned kids in a building. the “adults” of the building are telling us abt the history of what happened to the world. blah blah, monster came and started to take over minds of the living, he would eat ppl and that’s how the apocalypse started happening. (the ppl where evil btw and abused us)

time skip to the day me n another kid (w irl!!) n we are the only ones left in the room. we where eating quietly with some food that i managed to sneak from outside the room we where in (not outside the building tho) when she hear a screech of wheels outside. it’s a school bus. according to what the adults told us before they…left, this monster comes and takes people with a school bus we are on a higher floor btw. the bus parks beneath us and the girl next to me looked away.

“ (mc), i’m scared” she said on the verge of tears

i quickly look at the window and notice large LARGEE hands coming at the school bus and shooting/crawling up the building and entering our window before grabbing the girl’s face. all the other hands also enter through the window, mindlessly grabbing at the air around to check if there was anymore ppl i was righttt behind the girl and they could prob reach over there if they wanted to, but for some reason, that hand stopped and retreated. the girl still has a hand over her face tears pouring out her eyes as she pushes me out of arms reach when she notices another (finger? hand?) try to touch me,

“ i won’t let them get you, (mc) “ but despite her efforts, the figure touched my forehead/hair line . after a minute of silence all the hands stop including the one on the girl face, and gently retreat. she collapses.

for some reasonnn there was another skip and we’re outside now lol. we’re walking out in the sun and the school bus suddenly returns and slows to a stop to where we where walking. i duck behind the girl as i notice a man walk out of the bus with a saw in his hand. he tries to attack the girl by placing the saw on her neck, making some incomprehensible noise before looking at her and pulling away. he then move on to some ppl behind me (?? idk how they got there) and does the same thing two times…

(SOME RANDOM FINE BEHIND DREADHEAD ZOMBIE CAME INFRONT OF ME ACTING ALL CONFUSED AND HIM AND THE DUDE W THE SAW HAD A MINI FIGHT😭😭😭saw dude didn’t kill him tho)

….before coming to me and threatening me the same way. except he didn’t pull away . but instead of even trying to fight him off, i let him kill me .

*dream ended here*

i wrote all of this cuz i feel like this lowk has insaneee potential to be a fun anime if my character wasn’t a suicidal loser🙄🙄.

i woke up and was like

damn🧍🏾‍♀️

but yeah i was thinking of a better scene after the girl was “taken over” by the hands

…

the hand gently pulls away from the girl face and leaves from the window. the force of the hand leaving pulling her out the window backwards. we where high up .

thud!!

the mc would be athletic in this one so they follow after the girl by doing some parkour bs on the windows and railing.

they reach the floor in no time and notices the girl in a pool of blood

the mc stands there for a second tears beginning to form in their eyes. that is untill she sees a twitch

the girl is twitching . the mc comes in to check on her breathing (??? idk if i want her to breathe or not)

the girl gets up slowly face half destroyed, eye poked out and blood gushing from her forehead. her other eye.. is starting to look…strange, veins now popping underneath it. the girl turns around to look at the mc, a smile slowly growing on her face.

mc is getting ready to run, thinking that she turned into those heartless zombies that she was taught her whole life (she never went out, they got food from a secret stash the adults left for themselves before they ☠️.)

the girl grabs her wrist and let’s out a mumbled whine

“no…. you can’t”

the mc stayed quiet. she never heard from the adults that zombies could talk and look so sad like this, so she hugged the girl. mc didn’t care if the girl but her, she’s been wanting to leave this earth anyways. there’s no point in sticking out and surviving. because at the end of the day, what next? do you continue fighting for your miserable life, for the rest of your life? do you stand back and watch your loved ones suffer infront of you? mc couldn’t bare to let her go.

i can’t lose anyone else , she thought . (oooo angst🤭)

but to her surprise, she returned the hug.

you both stood there for a min, basking in each other’s warmth and comfort.

#dreams #zombie #zombie apocolypse au #first post #writing #i love naps #monster #monster au

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Yellow time :D I’m watching Gem

Aw the team skins are so precious

This team is everything, I don’t know Ant very well but I love Gem, Jimmy, and Shane and the vibes are already incredible

Who is slandering yellow???

Jim… what do you mean you don’t like sands….

“What’s our weakest game?” “None? Nothing” I love Shane

Gem’s silent awe at the fnaf skins 😂

Rocket Spleef

Either way Shane’s gonna cry, I guess

They’re getting so many kills lol

I feel like I haven’t heard people call Shane “Fire” in actual years, he’s just Shane or fbm in my mind

Gem is so right all the time

Grid Runners

Team games are simply the best

Their comms!!! /pos

Does Shane have a photographic memory??

UPPIES RAHHHHHHHH /pos

“Abysmal who?” Say it louder for the people in the back

Jimmy’s “OH!” Was so funny oh my gosh

Battle Box

That round against blue was so nice

Yeah their initial strat was the way to go

They killed it!!!

All top 15?!?? My streamers <33

Sands of Time

“Jimmy… daddy” and everyone losing their mind

Ant is clowning lol

Their comms are so good

There are so many mobs down Gem’s tunnel it’s absurd, was she not lighting up spawners?

Oh my gosh voices counting down are in my top ten sensory no nos

Ace Race

They’re so sweaty 😂

Omg spiderman

Gem first place!! I don’t care that it was early and only for a few seconds, it counts

Yo I haven’t seen anyone find that skip yet!!

2ND!!!!!

“Abysmal who? We’re cracked!!” Yeah you are!!!

Shane gonna need an intervention

Parkour Warrior

Ant being all “I guess I’ll stick around” 😂

Gem spotting the missing slab is so hermitcraft of her

“Live laugh love” “Live laugh love, gonna get it tattooed on me” “Yeah… if we win, bet?” “Bet” “No don’t- no I take it back!!” Them

I like that they all stayed in the call and it’s still absolutely silent

I was genuinely caught off guard when Gem meant it when she said “one more try”

“I would just give up, you know what I mean?” We all gotta hear it sometimes

Gem is not bad at parkour, who told her that?? She’s got solid game sense and control, it’s just not her forte and she beats herself up over it

“Guys, I’m pretty sure they were right on this one, that was pretty abysmal” nooooooo Jimmy ;-;

Hole in the Wall

Everyone losing their collective minds in hitw is my favorite MCC tradition, it’s been too long

“Jimmy and Shane, killing it, let’s go!!” “Chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart though” “Five feet apart, yep” “I hate you both” I love them

Two top ten!!!

Shane and Jimmy being the exact same person for three rounds straight

“Did we just become best friends?!” Jimmy /pos

Gem top ten!!!!!

Sky Battle

SHANE!!!!!

“You’re crazy, you’re crazy, I just threw up, you’re crazy” Jimmy #1 fbm stan real and true

Rip, good game and good vibes, solid team, got messed up by game order :/

Dodgebolt

We love some red support <333

The fnaf appreciation

Gem is an Aimsey believer, as she should!!

Everyone poking at how long this dodgebolt is but they all feel like this to me lol

Everything Antfrost does is to spite AntVenom, real and true

Trash talking Sapnap is always the move lmao

Not abysmal pogchamp

#mcc 32 #mc championship #geminitay #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #firebreathman #antvenom

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spiribia · 1 year

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hello i booted up gw2 and i wanted to ask how to get started in the game? also how do you get a flying mount? like how many hours does it take? i asked someone in game and they said it was a lot of work :(

Hi! Happy to see another prospective gw2er! I don’t know if you’re looking for any advice about anything in particular, and feel free to ask (or even DM me if you’re comfortable) if you have any more questions at all. gw2 is intentionally pretty unique from your standard MMORPG experience – level 80 is the max level, and the process up to reaching that level is considered the BEGINNING of the game. It’s only after level 80 that the starting expacs become accessible, and a more traditionally linear, uninterrupted storyline begins.

The narrative before then comes in the form of a more branching, choice-based Personal Story, a new chapter of which unlocks every 10 levels until the conclusion at level 80. Gw2 carries a very “explore and do whatever appeals to you” philosophy, so to bridge these beginning story chapters you’re really encouraged to just wander the overworld. There aren’t really traditional sidequests, but doing tasks in the form of renown hearts and live events or even just reaching a new place or vantage point you haven’t been before (some require a bit of parkour) will get you a decent amount of experience.

You also can’t swap classes, so what you picked in character creation is what you are for life for that particular character, BUT each class comes with a lot of modularity in the form of different builds and weapons (equipping a new weapon completely changes the first 4 skills on your bar). The game is also super alt friendly - a lot of progress in terms of unlocks saves account wide rather than localized to a single character - so feel free to play around with that. That’s all I really have to say about getting started though, the early stretch seems mostly just for figuring out how you like to play yourself.

As for flying mounts, there are 2 in the game at the moment, the griffon and the skyscale. You currently need the Path of Fire dlc to unlock mounts overall, including the griffon, and the expac after that (Living World Season 4) to unlock the skyscale. These do honestly take some time, though I couldn’t tell you exactly how many hours – it’s pretty variable given the open-ended nature of the obtaining process. I’d say getting the griffon is popularly regarded as the less tedious of the two - its main obstacle is that you need to dump 250 gold into it, which is still nothing to scoff at. The skyscale comes at a much lower cost in gold if you don’t buy any skips, but requires a lot more running around and doing specific meta events and bosses, interacting with objects in the overworld, time gates, etc. A lot of people find this process soul-crushing, but I’m the weirdo who really liked it. I will say my one tip for a newbie regarding this is if you think you might be around long term and even kind of think you might want the skyscale in the future, start making charged quartz early. You can only make one a day, and you’ll need a minimum of 12 and an optional maximum of I believe 22(?) for the skyscale unlock. or you can buy the required stuff with gold instead, but it adds up to be pretty costly.

Although gw2 has a very robust mount system even for ground mounts, and I would say having a flying mount, though fun and convenient, isn’t make or break, if any of that sounds daunting to you. The springer mount, for example, lets you catapult yourself upwards vertically, which is great for rapidly scaling the environment. Heart of Thorns dlc (which comes free with Path of Fire) gives you a glider.

Hopefully that helped at all? But you’re always welcome to reach out if you need anything else

#I am so sorry I don’t know how to add read more on mobile.#anon

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defaulttwig · 1 year

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Spiders-Man

Peter Parker x gn!reader

Summary: You thought Peter was dead, until little clues sprang up. Naturally, you decide to follow the lead, hoping to find him. What you do find is not what you expected, or hoped for.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This is based loosely on the spiders-man premise but also not?

They told you to stop being delusional.

“He’s dead,” they said. “Stop making this hard on you. On his friends. On his Aunt May.”

You believed that too, once. Peter died a long time ago when the accident happened. You weren’t there and they spared the details, but that just meant there were gaps to the story. Conspiracy theories weren’t your thing, nor did you easily fall into hoaxes, but for Peter you’d believe just about anything.

It started with your water bottle. The last you heard of it, Peter had it before he ‘died.’ Nobody knew what you were talking about when you asked about it after the accident. They said they didn’t see a water bottle, not the bright pink one with stickers plastered all over it. He borrowed it that day because he forgot his and you lent him yours, but suddenly it was up and was gone? No. And no one in their right mind would steal a water bottle from a dead guy.

That one was a little hard to believe, sure, but there’s more. Little notes appeared on your window sill, on the fire escape. You found them one day, mistaking the glue for spider web. The notes were in his handwriting, addressed to you. It might have been a stretch but it had to be him. It was too coincidental to not be him.

So, you one day up and decide to go to the one place you’d find him. Your hideout. The getaway from everything. Really, it wasn’t anything special. A maintenance shack at the school that the groundskeeper always left unlocked for some reason. You and Peter used to always hide there after school for an hour playing chess, or cards, or doing other things.

It was weird being back there, now that you’d graduated. You showed up after hours, where you were sure you wouldn’t be disturbed. The campus was empty, quiet, eerie as you made your way to the shack. True to your word, you found the padlock unlatched. The groundskeeper really believed no one would look twice there and most wouldn’t, but you and Peter weren’t most people.

You pulled open the shack door and stepped into it. “Peter?”

There seemed to be more spider webs than before. The groundskeeper usually had the weekends off but this was something else. You shivered at the thought of all sorts of creepy-crawlies lingering around.

The door closed behind you, leaving you in darkness. You whirled around, finding nobody there. It couldn’t have been the wind, there was none. You turned around and rattled on the doorknob to no avail. Someone locked you in there.

Turning back around, you pressed your back to the door and sighed. You smacked your head against the door in grief, only to jolt at something on the ceiling.

A man, in costume, attached himself to the corner of the shack. You chalked it up to some parkour skill, clearing your throat. “Hello?”

“Peter,” he said. His voice was a strange warble.

You thought back to how you entered the shack saying that out loud. “Yeah, sorry. I thought someone else would be here. Didn’t mean to, uh, disturb you.” You smacked your palm over the door. “Someone locked us in.”

A moment passed before he spoke up. This time, his voice held some clarity and a tinge of familiarity. “I am Peter.”

You had your doubts. “Sorry, but I think I’m here for a different Peter.”

“Peter Parker.”

Your brows perked up. “Yeah, him…” Your heart skipped a beat. “Peter?”

Like you said earlier, you’d believe just about anything at this rate.

The man pushed off the wall and landed on the floor a few feet from you. You peeled yourself off the door and walked over to him. He was in some red and blue costume, adorned with web designs. A spider insignia in the middle of his chest caught your attention.

He stayed still but you knew it in your heart that it was him. You hugged him and he returned the hug stiffly. He felt weird, almost tingly. You pulled away, smiling brightly.

“I knew you were alive.” You looked at the mask. “I want to see your face.”

His arms dropped to his sides and he nodded. You bit your lip, stepping into his personal space. Pinching the mask, you slowly lifted it up. Shock and confusion overcame you, then a morbid disgust.

Hardly a sliver of the mask had lifted before spindly legs encroached on his neckline. You shrieked and stepped back, pulling the mask completely off as you did. Spiders. So many spiders. They crawled on top of one another, spilling out of the suit as it deflated to the floor. They crawled right toward you. Trying to back away, you tripped and fell on your butt.

Spiders crawled up your legs. You kicked your feet and swiped at your legs, panicking. Any you wiped off were replaced by more. Somehow, someway you couldn’t explain by science, they merged together, forming some excuse for hands the half your legs down. The creepy, spindly legs of theirs tickled you in the worst way possible.

“You’re not Peter Parker,” you cried. “What the hell are you?”

“But I am,” it assured. This amalgamation of spiders spoke. Spiders that all worked together to mimic Peter’s voice in a strained warble. “I thought you missed me. Don’t you love me?”

You shook your head erratically, smacking the spiders off your legs but they reformed. They held you down, unable to kick them off. "No. No! You're some freak- or freaks."

The spiders hummed collectively. Soon, they were all over you, morphed above you in some vague shape of a man. They grabbed your wrists, keeping you from hitting them. A few spiders fell off from the mass onto your chest, only to crawl off and remerge with the rest of the hive. They hummed, disappointed. "Fine. You will learn to."

You screamed at the spiders consuming your vision. All you felt, heard, and saw were spiders.

#peter parker x reader #spider-man x reader #peter parker fanfiction #twig's monstober

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chidoroki · 1 year

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Heavenly Delusion EP1

aka: The Promised Heaven!!!

I know nothing but the slight TPN parallels I’ve gathered from trailers.

Look how normal everything looks. Everyone is at peace and certainly nothing bad will happen! Ahhaha, LIES!!!

Oh AND we’re taking tests now. Gotta see if your minds are developing as they should. You know, for dinner.

“Do you want to go outside of the outside?” says the glitched out ipad. Yeah, why not! What could ever go wrong??

Wait so our two main characters are already out? Or is this a dream? Quick time skip? Context please. I’m already so lost.

“The windows are barely broken. I guess no one’s been in here yet.” She says just seconds before breaking said window and entering anyway.

Finding two old people wasted away and death on the bed, how lovely.

Oh, I noticed the chick has a gun holster on her leg.

Yeah and now could be a perfect time to use it because that’s certainly no ordinary bird!

Or you can use the gun on these creepy men, that works too.

They’re from the lawless generation? Meaning... what?

Goddamn, Maru is quite a skilled fighter!

And this camera work is impressive, zooming around the fence like that.

Oh, yeah, that’s no normal gun. It fires some sort of laser? That melts things?

“As if anything like heaven exists since the Collapse.” What has happened in this world and why are we so driven to find this heaven? A safe place?

She threatened them with the gun to allow her to charge a battery.. a battery that is needed for the gun to fire in the first place. Clever girl.

Yo this school kid with tiny ponytail needs to chill out! You can’t just throw a ball, parkour down off a building to run and catch the very same ball with no explanation! Why are you so athletic?

“Huh? There’s an outside beyond the wall?” As if the TPN vibes weren’t strong enough already!!

“When I think about wanting to go outside, two people from the outside come to help me, and one of their faces.. is exactly the same as yours.” Tokio does resemble Maru quite a bit. Is everything that’s happening on the outside part of a dream? Or are they connected in some way we dunno yet? Or.. is this some kind of scenario sorta like “The Island” where we’re clones of each other and those in this school are only kept around to act like organ donors to those on the outside? I really have no idea.

The director of the school is an older woman.. do you feed these kids to demons too grandma??

Maru is 15 and this girl (who’s name I’m gonna look up anyway) Kiruko is 18? 20? She’s not sure either, apparently. How would you not know your own age?

Damn, she’s got some serious scars huh?

“There’s a monster that prowls around this area. Don’t go wandering around at night.” “You mean a man-eater?” Bro I can’t with these parallels!!

Using chopsticks perfectly and being well educated is strange for these times..? Or just for kids of their generation?

Oh the poor lady thought they were actually siblings and didn’t want them dating. Thank god they’re not on both accounts.

The lady is gearing up to shoot down that monster annnd nevermind, it’s already here.

Wait, we’re done already? Ehh I have so many questions, hello??

#heavenly delusion #episode reaction

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vikingsong · 1 year

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What Type of Writer Are You?

In the course of a discussion in the Merlin Gen-focused ‘Land of Myth’ Discord server, I developed the following framework for categorizing different approaches to writing fiction:

The Sojourner

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You are a sojourner, setting out on a trip from Point A to Point B, carrying a map or itinerary with you. You prefer to write stories in purely linear order, starting from the very first scene straight through to the very last scene, AND you have at least a cursory outline upfront. (This makes you a Planner or a Plantser in NaNoWriMo lingo.) You may even know exactly what all the major plot points will be and have some detailed ideas about key scenes, but you never (or hardly ever) skip ahead to write any of them. Getting to eventually write those scenes might even be the carrot that keeps you moving when you get stuck or frustrated along the (linear) writing journey.

The Parkour Practitioner

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You are a pure discovery writer (the very epitome of a Pantser in NaNoWriMo lingo): a parkour enthusiast who sets out with the intention of scaling whatever obstacles they happen to encounter along the route from Point A to Point B (even if they only have a general sense of what they’ll find when they eventually reach the end point). You have no outline; just you and a blank page and the idea for the opening scene or premise. You write entirely linearly from the first scene to the last, figuring it out as you go. Even if you have a couple of key scene ideas in your mind at the start, you don’t skip ahead to write them first.

The Acolyte

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You are an acolyte (Pantser) following the whims of your mercurial Muse, skipping around when you write. You might not write the opening scene until after you’ve written what later turns out to be the end of Chapter 7. However, you do NOT have a written outline—or at most, it’s a couple of vague bullet points. (Ex: “•Arthur gets enchanted. •There’ll be a unicorn involved in Act II. •There might be a magic reveal; I haven’t decided yet.”). You start with only a prompt and/or a handful of fun scene ideas that you want to build a story around, and you have no qualms about writing those scenes first. You write whichever new scene idea grabs you at any given moment. The second draft is, to quote Neil Gaiman, where you go back and “make it look like you knew what you were doing all along.”

The Quilter

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You skip around, AND you use some form of written outline (Planner or Plantser). It may or may not be a super-detailed outline; at minimum, you have a solid idea fairly early in the process of how all the main beats should line up, but you may not know every detail to connect them. You write whichever scene from your outline strikes your fancy, and then you piece the various quilted squares together with bits of connecting material, intentionally creating patterns as you go and probably making frequent use of your fabric scrap pile.

A Summary Matrix:

And there’s one final category…

The Free Spirit

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Other/None of the above! You do your own thing, and it works for you! It’d be cool if you’d reply to this post with a brief description of your approach. I’d love to hear what works for you!

(I’m a quilter in this framework, in case anyone’s curious 📙)

#writer categories #what type of writer are you?#writing process #why yes I am procrastinating on my WIPs #why do you ask #humor #my post #inspired by the Land of Myth server #writers on tumblr #writing #writer quiz #storytelling #writer #categorization #long post #nanowrimo

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casliveblog · 6 months

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Custom Toonami Block Week 150 Rundown

Spy X Family: So yeah contrary to my theory from last time there really WAS a political rival trying to make the Desmond kids fail but it’s just a little kid buying a discount Spy from the Spy equivalent of Wish dot com, still feel like we should foreshadow stuff like that instead of bringing it up after the fact but okay. But yeah this kid looks like one of the Addams Family had a kid with one of The Oblongs and they made this weird off-model goth child. Though surprisingly enough they don’t go for the ‘he keeps trying lame attempts to get Damian expelled’ like the sabotage gets revealed pretty early thanks to Anya and Damian is way cooler to this kid for trying to get him expelled than he is to Anya for… being short. But yeah we have a pretty big swerve from a plotting hijinks plot to a Max Keeble’s Big Move plot where this kid is trying to do everything he ever wanted before he’s forced to leave the school because his family’s company was bought out, he starts out just taking advantage of the situation but genuinely starts enjoying himself when Anya genuinely comforts him about his fears and the punch line for all this should be ridiculously obvious for how they spread this joke over ten minutes but turns out his family’s only gonna be like 10% less rich and effectively nothing will change for him. The second plot is about Yor parkouring her way into Anya’s school after she believes Anya forgot her gym clothes, it’s pretty damn funny how Yor always jumps to the most extreme conclusion and thus takes the most extreme actions and the obvious punchline for this one isn’t as dragged out as the other so that’s cool, plus it ends with her and Loid going on a lunch date so that’s pretty nice, like they kinda skip over Loid explaining to Yor WHY she’s not a bad mother but I assume they discuss it at lunch so it’s fine.

Inuyasha: Naraku’s Baby-heart has just kinda nestled in at a new castle town where all the attendants died while the Lady was going into labor and the Lady’s just like ‘man that baby is sus and everyone died’ but the Lord’s just like ‘oh shit, free baby’ and assumes it’s his wife despite it being perfectly albino and them being generic feudal dudes, like even the Lady is like ‘I’m not sure that’s mine and there was a ghost girl with a mirror that was standing over me while I was giving birth but I’m sure it’s fine…’ I mean technically Kanna didn’t even need to keep the mom alive but Baby!Naraku does like snuggling some titties I guess so it’s okay, but like did they… kill the real baby she was having? Like Naraku’s up to some dark shit but that’s pretty dark for a shonen from the 90s. Anyway Kagome’s here to save Kikyo and her Shikikami are like ‘do you wanna save her?’ and Kagome’s like ‘is there literally any downside to doing so?’ and they say no so she’s like ‘well duh’ because Kagome’s character is literally built around always wanting to help people. I like to think that since the two kids are Kikyo’s Shikikami they’re projecting Kikyo’s self-esteem issues onto Kagome and asking here that like she may just want to let her die but Kagome’s a good girl so of course she will. I think the filler episode with Kikyo and Kagome in the cave kinda came and ate this one’s lunch because we’ve already had the ‘Kagome has complicated feelings about Kikyo but doesn’t want her to literally die’ moral and it always felt weird to retread it here even if this one is the canon version. Kagome dives in to save Kikyo and gets the abridged version of the two part special from a few weeks ago and gets to do her Rifftracks of ‘No Kikyo don’t go in there that’s where the demon spider is’ which is kinda funny but yeah, Kikyo gets saved and talks to Kagome again about why she saved her when all she’s ever been to her is a romantic rival and a cold-hearted zombie girl stringing along her boyfriend and Kagome’s so dense she doesn’t even get that letting her rival die was an option until after Kikyo leaves, like I hesitate to call Kagome ‘pure-hearted’ like they said when she was having her confrontation with the Baby but she’s a good girl and isn’t going to even think of doing something like that. Now we get our post-Kikyo ‘Kagome’s kinda snippy for a while and Inuyasha doesn’t know how to deal with it’ but it does get a nice resolution with Inuyasha saying he trusts Kagome that she saved Kikyo and her being alive and fine is enough for right now and he doesn’t need to see her right away because Kagome did a good job saving her and they have shit to do.

Yu Yu Hakusho: This one’s kind of a ‘Yusuke mopes around’ episode because Raizen’s three messengers give him a week to get his affairs in order and of course he waits till the last fucking day to tell anybody. Meanwhile Hiei and Kurama have become big enough demon world celebrities that they get offers from the other two Demon Kings and they both agree to each other to not actually serve their respective kings but kinda go undercover and see what they can find out, though Hiei also gives his usual ‘maybe this is the time I betray you for real’ shtick even though at this point we know it never is. Also Kuwabara’s getting ready to face the greatest Demon King of all… high school entrance exams (Always really found it fucking weird how Japan breaks up high school but I guess in the end it’s just adding one year to middle school and cutting one from High School it just always threw me off when anime characters are like ‘yeah I’m 15 in middle school). But yeah, Yusuke does finally tell Keiko that he’s going and he won’t know if he can get back and she tells him she’s sick of his shit and isn’t going to wait around for him even though she probably couldn’t help doing so anyway. Yusuke comes by her family diner and gives her a better proposal, literally, he says he’s gonna use all his shonen protagonist determination to find a way to get back before he’s 18 and he’s going to marry her, which is apparently something he used to say all the time as a kid, guess Yusuke wasn’t always a closed-off as he was at the start of the series, at least around Keiko but yeah it’s really cute and he reassures her everything will be alright and gets ready to head out.

Jujutsu Kaisen: So Megumi, Riceball Boy and Blind Dude are fighting Hanami, well sort of, they’re basically trying for a stunlock loop to run away enough to go get help and it works until Riceball Boy runs out of words to shout but Maki’s here to help so she and Megumi fight Hanami off for a bit and more importantly knock her into the forest, just when it looks like she has them dead to rights with her Kurama death seeds, Yuji gets his first Shonen Protagnist post-training badass entrance and storms in with Todo, a classic. Todo gets Panda to get the others to safety and tells Yuji he ain’t gonna do shit until he sees Yuji do the new thing they talk about. So yeah Yuji gets a new punch which I can only describe as kinda like Hit’s Time Skip punch mixed with Kakashi’s Kamui distortion but also a punch, idk if I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around the power system or if the fast pace of the anime is bad at explaining them but I don’t quite understand the full extent of some of these, but point being Yuji has a new punch and it’s a black punch so it’s automatically better than all other color punches. So yeah now that Yuji can do a thing Todo joins in and they have the weird symmetrical choreography of those High School Musical kids that can break out in dance at a moment’s notice and do some fucking up of Hanami who unleashes her second arm because no one in Shonent Anime who has an eye/appendage covered is actually injured they’re all just hiding badass shit they have on their body parts. She remembers Mahito telling her about how violence is part of a Cursed Spirit’s base nature despite how Hanami acts like a rational version of Captain Planet and she agrees that fighting people with both arms and being matched blow for blow makes her enjoy fighting. Also Todo’s gonna do his secret thing now so that’s cool.

Zom 100: Reflecting on his decision to follow his childhood dream last episode Akira decides to… become a superhero, I mean okay, guess ‘find what you wanted to do before capitalism shoved you down a money pipeline’ is kind of hard so you’re probably gonna have to go back to when you’re like six to actually get there, though the end result is pretty cool. They get a jumpsuit from the aquarium that is meant to resist shark attacks so while Akira’s wearing it it’s basically impossible for zombie bites to infect him (though it still hurts like hell). I kinda really like this idea because we run into our Risk Analyst Shizuka again and it shows how Akira with his out of the box deranged thinking came up with something safer than her boneheaded plan of getting on the teacher’s bus from Highschool of the Dead was. That being said she’s still tsundere as hell and pulls the ‘you’re just being a hero for the satisfaction of it’ card like that isn’t how good deeds universally work anyway. Like this is probably the safest Akira could be but the marginal risk he’s putting Kencho in still pisses her off despite her goal-oriented thought process not analyzing her idea of getting on a bus with the worst group of zombie survivors properly. Anyway the plot dumps a zombie shark with scuba diver spider legs on the situation and that goes about as well as you’d expect. I think what’s going on is that the shark ate zombies and the zombies ate the shark from the inside and also just so happen to have symmetrical leg holes and be working in unison with the shark despite not being able to see from inside but best not to think about it too hard. Shizuka gets thrown under the bus by one of said bus-riders and Akira has to help her out and we run through the whole ‘live versus survive’ debate again but both of them team up to electrocute the shark with flashlight batteries while Akira’s standing in water which I’m pretty sure would kill him too or not work at all but really fight a stupid problem with a stupid solution so it’s fine, Kencho’s ass even gets to help out and while Shizuka doesn’t officially join the party she at least concedes that working with a small task force is better than throwing in with any randos who own a bus and she and Akira make a pretty good team so they exchange phone numbers. Meanwhile Akira sets his next goal, to see his family who are in a rural town around where the safe zone is supposed to be, so that’ll be fun.

Ranking of Kings: We start off with Ouken stabbing right through Kage after he swallowed him which I feel like should’ve been the cliffhanger last time instead of putting weight on if Kage had some weird man-eating transformation or something. Daida!Bosse finishes telling Snake Guy the story of Miranjo’s horrible backstory and the long and the short of it is she got her hands cut off and her face flayed open like how Daida found her in the sunken place and Bosse got her fixed up but that damage was never undone and he blames himself for never being able to help her soul heal. Now Ouken has everyone dead to rights and stabs Bojji for good measure, though surprisingly Miranjo leaves her mirror and possesses one of the unconscious prisoners to heal Kage. Despa grabs her arm and is touching Bojji at the same time so they both get to watch Kage about to cross over to see his dead mom again before Miranjo reminds him of Bojji and he comes back to life. He says he shouldn’t thank her because it’s her fault she let a Dark Souls Man into the kingdom and got him stabbed but he thanks her anyway and the combination of events causes Miranjo’s wounded avatar in Daida’s body to disappear, showing those wounds in her soul and her resentment is finally starting to evaporate. Meanwhile the Big Four show up to fight Ouken and Snake Guy, Sword Guy, Shield Guy and Spear Guy all work as a team as they were presumably intended to before all the dark souls mirror Get Out bodysnatching shenanigans happened, it kind reminds me of the Furious Five vs Tai-Lung fight in Kung Fu Panda because like you know they’re gonna lose but the teamwork is cool to see. Still oddly enough Ouken is able to remember Despa’s lessons and turn the tables on them, so I guess there is part of his soul still in there after all, idk if this means he’s starting to heal too or what, still it’s a good time.

Vinland Saga: Thorfinn wakes up from his post-flight nap and finds his arms bending the wrong fucking way so Thorkell tells him a story about Thors while Askeladd sets his arm and they wait for his ears to stop ringing. So Thorkell’s Thorfinn’s mom’s uncle and as we know Thors was really good at killing people until one day he’s like ‘man I don’t wanna kill people anymore’ and fakes his own death. Apparently three months after that, Thorkell’s bumming around Thors’ house in a battleboner-induced state of depression and finds Thors and Helga and baby Ylva sneaking into the house to get some of their shit I guess before going to Iceland. Thorkell tries to convince him to come a’murdering again but Thors shuts him down and kinda doesn’t explain his new pacifist lifestyle very well and instead makes it sound like he just doesn’t think Thorkell’s hot shit and beats him down bare-handed. Meanwhile Askeladd tries being the Doc Louis to Thorfinn’s Little Mac and tells him how to beat Thorkell based on how he saw him downed in a big battle previously. So they go for round two and Thorfinn’s down an arm and in a lot of pain but thanks to some help from Askeladd he manages to land a hit to Thorkell’s jaw which if you know anything about fighting pretty much scrambles anyone’s brain for a few seconds (kinda accurate to the Little Mac analogy too) and disregarding all Askeladd’s advice to think before he fights, Thorfinn just jumps Thorkell’s body and jams his eye out with his bare hand. His men at this point are like ‘oh shit wait Thorkell wasn’t supposed to lose’ and jump Thorfinn to kill him anyway, luckily Thorkell’s a more honorable man than Askeladd is and is actually willing to honor the duel, though his men aren’t having it and still want Thorfinn dead. I mean yeah Thorkell’s men kinda interfered but so did Askeladd and Thorfinn was unconscious for a minute too so at this point they have one assist and one brief nap each so I’d make them as tied but Thorkell’s had enough and concedes defeat so it’s up to him I guess. Meanwhile Canute shows up and is just like ‘Yo my dad never loved me and I don’t fear death so I’mma go kill him so either kill me or get out of my fucking way’ and this new show of ballsiness does impress Thorkell and even Askeladd admits he killed Ragnar and offers his life to Canute which Canute takes and the whole team joins the party to go kill the king, awesome. It’s kind of funny like that whole shakeup, we find out Bjorn’s alive, the two brother guys are alive (though the one is in shock and may have amnesia) Priest dude’s alive, Askeladd’s alive, basically all the named characters are still alive and we just traded Askeladd’s mooks for Thorkell’s mooks, except… The Ear I guess? Was anyone’s favorite character The Ear? If so rip I guess but yeah for how earth-shattering that conflict was surprisingly little has changed as far as party structure goes.

#ooc #Toonami #Custom Toonami Block #Spy X Family #Inuyasha #Yu Yu Hakusho #Jujutus Kaisen #Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead #Ranking of Kings #Vinland Saga

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character traits

— &&& — HAPPINESS being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laugh lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

SADNESS tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

ANGER furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

FEAR wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

EXHAUSTION constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.” shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

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— BODY LANGUAGE

DEFENSIVENESS. arms crossed on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE. hand-to-face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off; cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows

SUSPICION. arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / narrowed eyes

CONFIDENCE. hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel / wide eyes / standing akimbo

INSECURITY & ANXIETY. chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / biting lips / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer; marker; cane / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically

ANGER & FRUSTRATION. short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eye glowers / notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up; defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales

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levi-my-beloved · 3 years

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Birds of a Feather

Chapter 2

Pairings: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Warnings: Violence, swearing, descriptions of sexual acts

Word count: 5.9K

Summary: You were the most notorious criminal in the Underground City. With your organisation of highly skilled professionals, only one man could take you down. He also happened to be Humanity’s Strongest… and your ex.

A/N: big ol’ oof i’m back again with more BoaF shenanigans. i’m having way too much fun with this, and i know i said chapters would be released every two weeks but i actually got way too excited not to post these sooner. haven’t had any issues with accidentally deleting this post yet, but i wouldn’t put it above myself. anyway, here’s chapter two of “Birds of a Feather”

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

You hated surprises. In all shapes and forms. You liked to be in control of the situation, able to predict every move your victims would make. The job was going smoothly, all the steps falling into place. Infiltrating the nearest MP warehouse was easy enough. Stealing medicine, ointments and food was child’s play. You wondered how any of them became members of the MP in the first place, considering how incompetent they were. Only a few throats had to be slit on the way, one of your knives now dripping in their blood. Running it through the crease of your elbow, the crimson came off on your leather suit. Various straps and holsters held knives and blades of all sorts, some were more intricately designed than others.

Crouched low behind a large, wooden crate, you remove one of the smaller daggers from your boot, now clutching it in your left hand. They seemed to have upped their security, judging by the increase of soldiers walking around the place, each with their own rifle on their backs. Shit, they were really getting fed up with you. A small, satisfied smirk sliced across your shrouded face. Even with upped security, this was easy as piss.

That was until a commotion above you had you stopping in your tracks. A strange zipping sound followed by what you could only assume was the releasing of gas filled the air, followed by shouts, some familiar, most unfamiliar. Shit, how the fuck did they know you were here?

It wasn’t long before you were scampering onto crates of weaponry, back up to the broken window in which you’d entered. Swinging up from a beam, you landed deftly on the windowsill, peering out. Dread pooled in your gut at the scene.

These soldiers had skills you’d never seen. Swooping and swivelling with expert precision, it would have been mesmerising if not for the fact that they were chasing your Shadows. Your family.

“Shit… PHANTOM AND RENDEZVOUS,” you shouted, your voice carrying across the rooftops. It was a simple command. Disappear and meet up back at the hideout. But, in doing so, you’d given away your position, and it wasn’t long before you too were racing across the rooftops.

Taking out a set of throwing knives from your waist, you leapt from the tiles onto a balcony, spinning behind you and throwing two of the steel blades at those who were in your pursuit. Both knives hit home, sending two of the three soldiers spiralling into the streets below. Dead.

But one was still on your tail, dodging the two falling bodies effortlessly. Using your momentum, you crashed through the wooden window, rolling as you landed before continuing to flee.

Shit, this really wasn’t good. But one question still circled your mind. How the fuck did they know you were there? How could you possibly have been compromised? The job was airtight. Nobody outside your trusted group knew the positions you would be in and when.

The thought had thrown off your rhythm. Not concentrating on where your feet were falling, you’d missed the staircase right in front of you, only noticing when your foot met air instead of solid ground. Throwing your hands up to somewhat protect you, you were thankful for the corner as you slammed into the wall, your front jolting in protest. Shaking your head in an attempt to free yourself from the disorientation, you swiftly stood and wasted no time skipping the rest of the stairs, shouting a quick “Sorry!” to the couple who yelped in surprise as you vaulted over their kitchen table and burst through their door, back out into the streets. You had a few seconds reprieve before the hissing of gas met your ears, and once again took off running.

The street was irritatingly busy, you having to pick your way through the crowds whilst the zipping and hissing of ODM gear threatened to swoop down from above.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You muttered, now shoving people aside. This was not ideal. Though the crowded street gave you some cover, it had slowed your momentum significantly.

Scanning around as you sprinted, you saw the perfect opportunity to broaden the gap between you and your pursuer. It was risky as shit, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

With a burst of speed fuelled purely by adrenaline, you raced towards the broken wagon. It acted almost as a ramp up to a swinging tavern sign. ‘The Broken Casket’. You’d never been and honestly had no interest in going, but you silently thanked whoever decided to place the sign at the perfect angle for you to use as a stepping stone. The wagon creaked as you sped up the planks of wood with cat-like agility. Using your arms for momentum, your foot connected with the swinging sign as you leapt across the street. However, in your planning, you’d failed to notice the sound of ODM gear had ceased behind you. It only occurred to you after another body slammed into yours mid jump, a low grunt interrupting your thought process as the two of you crashed into the dirt.

Surprised shouts and exclamations of the crowd brought you back to your senses as you expertly kicked the soldier from your body, rolling to avoid any sort of attack coming your way. This was bad. This was really bad. Drawing two more blades from your leather suit, you flipped them in your hands, ready to face off against your attacker, who had already begun his onslaught with his own steel.

The singing of metal rang in your ears, sparks flying with every collision.

Raising your arm beside your head, you blocked a heavy kick to your face, hissing ever so slightly at the contact. Shit, this guy was good. Ducking beneath a swipe, you took advantage of the fact you were wearing a masked helmet, bringing your head up viciously. You watched as he dodged backwards, his footwork borderline perfect before sweeping for your leg. Barely having enough time to register the attack, you leapt and twisted, bringing your own leg against the side of his head. He mimicked your block, your foot connecting with his forearm instead of his skull. You’d traded blows with hundreds of people before, each fight ending in just a few seconds. You knew you were good. Really good, in fact. But the man currently shrouded by a green cape was just as good. Dare you admit, maybe better than you.

No, you wouldn’t admit that, not when you had just landed a solid hit to his stomach with the hilt of your knife, not the end you’d wanted to land but at this point you were thankful for any successful blows. Rolling deftly to the right, you lunged once again whilst you thought he was still reeling from the impact.

He wasn’t.

He had lulled you into a false sense of security and let you believe the blow had impacted him more than it actually had. A knee cracked against your jaw, throwing you to the side. Sliding against the ground, you slammed into a wall, slumping as you recovered. Your hand came up to cradle the side of your face, wincing as you gently took hold of your chin, before jerking your jaw back into place. You couldn’t deny it. That hurt. A lot.

“You done?” raising your head from the dirt, you glare into the void beneath the hood, a voice you’d sworn you’d heard before, but you pushed down the confusion of familiarity. Slowly placing your blades back into their scabbards, you raised your hands as you stood, taking a step forward away from the wall behind you.

“Shit… Yeah. I’m done.” You admitted lowly, now standing before him, arms still raised in submission. That was until he came closer. You tried not to give away your plan as he cautiously walked towards you, keeping your eyes trained on the ground until you could see the tips of his boots in your vision. You couldn’t help the feral grin that sliced across your face.

Before he had time to question it, your foot connected with the underside of his chin.

It was a move Prongs had taught you a very long time ago. If ever you were in trouble, this was your best bet of escape.

The world turned upside down as you flipped backwards, watching in satisfaction as the man staggered backward. Now it was his turn to cradle his jaw.

“Never let your guard down, Scout.” You spat, before bolting away. That was close. Too close. You just hoped the rest of your Shadows had made it back.

꧁⎈꧂

What. The FUCK. Just happened? He had never seen someone with those kinds of skills before. It would have been impressive if it wasn’t a life or death situation. Levi stood there in the middle of the street, slouched ever so slightly, eyes wide with shock.

What the fuck just happened?

His hand still cradled his chin painfully. How the fuck was he just bested? He wasn’t even thinking clearly throughout that entire chase. All that was running through his head was how the fuck this guy was able to pull of moves like that. He’d seen some daring examples of parkour in his time but leaping over an entire street? Swinging from overhead bridges? The leader of The Nest was on a whole other level. He thought back to their entire ordeal. He must have been taught by someone. There was no way he couldn’t have been.

For some reason, that voice played in his head on repeat. A teasing carousel. He wouldn’t dare assume, but it sparked something in his mind. Something he wouldn’t dwell on now, but if they managed to catch this Raven, then maybe he could figure out just where the hell he’d heard that voice. Sure it was a little muffled and distorted by the mask, but it still bothered him.

Straightening himself, he pulled the hood of his cloak lower against his face. He told Erwin this was ridiculous. He told him this was a fruitless expedition. He was getting a little sick of people not listening to him for various reasons. He suspected it was because of his background.

Levi had done half of the job he was tasked with. Keeping the leader away from the rest of the group for as long as he could. Whilst he wasn’t able to detain him, this should be enough to please the Commander. As if remembering where he was, his skin began to crawl. The filth all around him almost felt suffocating.

“Shit…” he muttered, running his hand through his dark locks, sweat making them stick to his forehead. Looking back to where he’d watched the criminal race away, he pulled the triggers on his ODM gear, the gears shooting into the brick and wood of the upper streets before engaging his gas to meet up with Erwin and Hange. If everything went to plan, they would have the leader of The Nest already detained by the time he got there.

Levi couldn’t deny this operation had been a shitshow. They had severely underestimated the skill of these Shadows. Comrades falling left and right in their pursuit.

It was strange, being back. Dragging up memories he’d tried so hard to bury. His past suddenly creeping back up behind him. Gritting his teeth, he decided to concentrate on where he was going rather on the tendrils of discomfort seeping into his mind. He would face those demons later, when he wasn’t surrounded by death and filth.

Now he thought about it, facing the underground city and facing titans were similar in many ways. Both were terrifying thoughts to most. Both seemed to be caked in dirt and grime. And both seemed to result in the inevitable high death toll. It was frustrating to no end, but it wasn’t a surprise. Everything seemed to result in death. The only constant in this cruel world. It followed him like a curse.

His thoughts twisted back to you. Wondering if you were down here, somewhere. You were always so mysterious. Even when the two of you were together you’d disappear for days on end, only leaving a cryptic message behind. You’d never told him where you went, and he’d never pried. The wind in his ears took the form of your bubbling laughter, images of you clutching your abdomen after he’d told some sorry excuse of a joke.

Shit, he needed to get out of here. The longer he stayed, the further his thoughts strayed back to you.

꧁⎈꧂

You had never run so fast in your life. Wanting to meet up with your Shadows as soon as possible, hoping they would all be there safe. It was a fool’s hope, you knew that, but it was the only hope you had left, unable to shake the unease. Had you all been compromised, or just you and your Shadows? Was the location of The Nest safe? Was Scarlett safe?

You had come to the conclusion you must have been betrayed. There was no other explanation. It seemed impossible, one of your trusted betraying you all to the MPs, but how else would they have known you would have been at the warehouse? How else would they have known to call in the Scouts? They knew MPs alone couldn’t take on you and your Shadows, so they asked for help from a more skilled regiment. That was the only conclusion you could come to as you arrived at the rendezvous point.

Only to be greeted by an eerie silence. Not a soul to be seen.

This was wrong. Everything about this felt wrong. They should be here by now. Unless…

Unless they were at the backup site...

“NOW!”

A woman’s voice had your head jerking up to see you were surrounded. You watched the Scout pull some sort of trigger and as you did, time itself seemed to slow down. A faint click to your left alerted you to whatever trap they may have set. Leaping into a forward roll, you felt a rush of air behind your head as you dodged. Your heart pumping faster than ever as you look behind you, seeing the weighted net that had missed you by less than an inch.

Returning your gaze to the rooftops, you watched as several soldiers zipped onto the ground around you. The hidden square you’d chosen as your first meetup point now riddled with green capes, rifles and blades pointed in your direction.

You were trapped.

“What the fuck do you want?” your voice sounded a lot more confident than you felt. Coming out as a threatening demand rather than a timid question. (E/C) eyes widened behind your mask as a tall, blonde haired man pulled down the hood of his dark green cape. You knew that face, you’d seen it in the papers. The Commander of the Scouts had come to pay you a visit.

How thoughtful.

“The question still stands, Erwin Smith. What the fuck do you want?” you stood a little taller, though he still towered over you. Subtly, your hand went to one of your blades on your belt. If he got close enough, you could sink it into his throat. Throwing the Scouts around you into disarray was probably the only way to escape this, though those chances seemed incredibly slim.

Erwin raised a thick eyebrow to you.

“I’m surprised you’re familiar with my name, considering your… living conditions,” though he seemed to choose his words carefully, they still fanned the flames of hatred in your gut. His perceptive eyes glanced towards your hand nearing a wicked dagger on your belt. “I’d strongly advise you against that,” he warned, his voice low as he nodded his head to something behind you. Swiftly, you turned, and immediately regretted everything. Horror and guilt pierced your heart as you beheld Una as she was dragged forwards, a blade positioned near her throat. “Her life is in your hands, Raven. Co-operate, and we’ll let her go. Fail to do so…” the blade pressed into her throat a little, a small trickle of crimson staining the pale flesh of her neck.

“R-Raven, I'm so sorry,” she rasped, finding difficulty in speaking with the steel against her jugular.

“Shh, shh Una, don’t speak. You’re okay, yeah? You’re fine, you’re going to get out of this, okay? You’ll be alright,” you tried to reassure her as much as you could, but you knew she was scared. You could tell by the way her hands shook by her sides, her eyes squeezed shut. Fuck, this had not gone to plan.

Turning back to Erwin, your voice lowered to a snarl.

“Alright. What do you want? I won’t ask again,” the arrival of another soldier briefly held your attention, faintly acknowledging him as the one you fought earlier. Your jaw tensed as he landed next to the Commander, his face still shrouded in shadow by his hood. You felt a sick satisfaction in knowing that the inevitable bruise blossoming under his chin was from your fight earlier. But he didn’t seem bothered by it.

Annoyingly.

“I’m sure you’ve guessed what we want by now, but I’ll tell you anyway. We want to take you with us, back to the surface, where you will atone for your crimes. In return, we will release this girl and allow the rest of your gang to go free,” it was an incredibly good deal for you, the only issue being…

You die.

The image of your wife danced behind your eyes as you closed them. She was right. You’d been captured.

But a strange calm settled over you. Maybe you could see him again. You’d finally be reunited and free of this world’s filth.

“Alright,” there was almost no hesitation to your answer. Something that caused Una to cry out.

“NO! Raven you can’t! They’ll kill you! Get the hell out of here, I'm not this important!” she attempted to bargain with you, only resulting in that blade pressed closer to her throat.

“DON’T!” you shouted, your voice now breaking ever so slightly. “Please… let her go.” slowly, your hands came up to your masked helmet. Removing it, you allowed the reveal to settle over the soldiers around you.

The leader of The Nest was a woman.

The shock was always something you revelled in. Of course, under normal circumstances, a venomous smile would crawl across your face.

But not this time.

Levi had completely frozen. Eyes wide, mouth parted in shock. His heart was a sick amalgamation of sheer joy and utter terror. Though your face had changed slightly with age, he’d recognise those eyes anywhere. They were harsher than before. Colder. No longer the eyes of a softer, young girl, but those of a savage, hardened killer. But it was you. You were here, in front of him. You were alive.

And he’d knee'd you in the face.

“RAVEN DON’T.” Una knew it was already too late. Your face had been revealed. There was no turning back now. Tossing your helmet to the side, you turned back to face the trio now in front of you. The woman who had pulled the trigger on whatever trap they’d set was now staring at you almost in awe. Erwin’s expression too seemed surprised, but it was the expression of the shorter man next to him that caught your attention. He seemed frozen solid, unmoving. You tried to catch a glimpse of his face beneath his hood, but that only provoked him to shadow it further.

“Let her go. Let them all go,” your voice had dropped significantly, though your eyes still held that steely determination. Staring up at Erwin, you watched as he nodded his head for Una to be released. Raising your hands to show you had nothing up your sleeves, you slowly walked over to her form sprawled out on the floor, head refusing to rise and look at you.

“Raven… I—“

“It’s alright, Una. It’s alright,” you cooed, gently lifting her chin to look at you, her hood still hanging low across her face, her features stayed hidden throughout everything. “This wasn’t your fault. None of this, was your fault, okay? We were betrayed, and I'm pretty sure that wasn’t you,” you chuckled gently, trying to lessen the tension.

Still, you could see the slivers of silver lining her eyes in the low light, tears of guilt welling up. “Hey, listen to me. You’re going to be okay. You’re all going to be okay. We prepared for this, didn’t we? We knew this might happen someday,” your voice was soft as you spoke to her, as if you were simply trying to comfort a child after a nightmare.

Helping her to her feet, you reached for your mask, lifting it from the floor and placing it in her hands. Her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes widened.

Una knew the significance of this.

“Give it to Prongs. Tell him I’m sorry it wasn’t quite the ceremony we would have wanted. Tell him to look after them for me. Look after her, for me,” taking a step back, you fisted your hands to stop yourself from tearing up, eyes trained on the ground. “I’m so sorry,” you whisper, before raising your head. “Now go. Get the fuck out of here.” your commanding tone returned, giving your last order as the leader of The Nest.

Levi’s heart clenched at the exchange unfolding before him. Though your appearance may have changed, you were still as soft as ever. He’d tilted his head down at your gaze, fearful of your reaction when you’d figure out who he was. How this would look. Him, in all his ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ glory, and you, the Underground’s most dangerous criminal. He wouldn’t be able to stand the flash of betrayal he knew he’d see in those familiar eyes.

Unable to stop your heart shattering as Una turned and ran, you took a breath. Raising your hands once again, you allowed soldiers to pull each arm out by your side as they began searching your body for weapons. You always made a habit of bringing a ridiculous amount of knives and blades with you on every job. And this was no different.

“That was honourable of you, Raven,” Erwin was the first to speak, though the title now made you scoff. You wouldn’t tell them your name, not yet anyway.

One of the soldiers patting you down was forced to gesture to a friend, her own hands now full of your various weaponry. And that was only your belt. You flicked your eyes to the three in front of you. The woman looked like she was going to burst any second.

“THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! Sorry, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. The way you dodged that trap was unlike anything I’ve ever seen! It was AMAZING! Who taught you to do that? The name’s Hange, by the way. Hange Zoë, science and titan enthusiast. I’d shake your hand but you seem to be a little tied up at the moment!”

The sudden explosion of excitement caught you off guard, your expression turning to one of sheer incredulous confusion, before realising you’d probably have to listen to her babbling throughout your entire journey back.

“I didn’t know you were going to torture me. Just kill me now,” you huffed sarcastically, expression darkening as soldiers roughly pulled your arms behind your back, clasping them in manacles after making sure all weapons were removed from your legs, your expression unchanging.

But that didn’t seem to deter the scientist. If anything, she found your attitude amusing.

“Wow! Levi, she’s just like you! Is everyone from the Underground so unapproachable?” she asked cheerily as the two soldiers holding your arms began to steer you away. But you refused to move. Levi too seemed stuck to the spot.

Everything went still, and it was as if nothing else existed but the two of you.

Ever so slowly, Levi pulled down his hood, revealing those dark bangs you remembered so clearly. Silvery blue eyes met (E/C) ones. It wasn’t quite the reunion either of you were expecting, but you were both here. Alive

“Levi…” you whispered after refinding your voice, torn between wanting to run to him and running away from him. Fear clung to your heart, knowing how much he would hate you for what you’d become.

Levi schooled his expression back to neutrality as Hange looked between the two of you.

“Do you two… know each other?!?!” Hange’s beam of excitement caused him to cringe internally. Looking you up and down, the raven haired man raised a thin eyebrow in what looked like disgust.

“Tch, no.”

Well, that wasn’t what you were expecting. You blinked in surprise, eyes narrowing to your previous lover, trying to mask your hurt. Maybe he didn’t remember you? But with the look of recognition in his stormy eyes, you swiftly ruled out that possibility. What you’d feared all these years had finally come to fruition. You’d found him again.

And he despised you.

Levi turned on his heel, stalking away from you as the two MPs tugged on your arm, finally prompting you to move. He didn’t think his heart could shatter much more. After losing his mother, his family, his home.

You.

He didn’t think he had the ability to break any further. But life clearly thrilled in proving him wrong.

꧁⎈꧂

The walk back to the surface was agonising. Both of you stealing glances at one another at every opportunity. His, masked with indifferent contempt, your’s overflowing with betrayal and rage.

How could he stand there and say the two of you didn’t know each other? As if you hadn’t been in a relationship for years. As if he didn’t know every little thing about you. As if you hadn’t shared his bed, moaning in ecstasy as he pried you thighs open, burying his tongue, his fingers or his length between your aching folds. As if you hadn’t heard every whimper and groan he could make, coercing them from his throat as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. As if you hadn’t been the one to finally hear those three words you never thought he could say. As if they weren’t directed at you.

Great, now you were angry and aroused.

Dragging your eyes away from him, you focussed on the long street ahead of you, now failing to notice the way his expression shifted slightly as he looked in your direction.

As you walked, more and more civilians stepped out of their homes to watch, many of them nodding their heads in respect, or removing their hats in mourning. You return their gestures, refusing to let your head bow as you dip your chin in recognition.

Levi could do nothing but observe the strange reactions from the swiftly gathering crowds. Some of them even shout to you.

“We owe you, Raven!”

“Give those fuckers hell!”

“Don’t let them take you lying down!”

You chuckled in response, both a sound and expression he’d missed so dearly. It made those long dead butterflies flutter once again in his stomach.

Even more so when a little kid approached you.

“Miss Raven… Why are there soldiers everywhere?”

Your eyes softened to the grubby little girl, crouching down where you stood, much to your escort’s dismay.

“They’re here to make sure little squirts like you listen to your mommy and daddy and go to bed on time,” the kid squealed in delight in your words. You lamented your hands not being free, the temptation to tickle the little tyke almost overwhelming, making your wrists squirm in their restraints.

“Hey, get the fuck out of here, stupid kid,” the soldier to your left delivered a harsh kick to the child’s side, sending her sprawling to the floor and out of your way. You don’t think anything could have brought you more rage. Not even your ex’s indifference to your existence.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” standing swiftly to your feet, you glowered dangerously into the MPs surprised eyes, now struggling in his grip as the kid started to cry. “She’s just a kid, you foul mouthed, pig eyed, vile piece of shit,” if it wasn’t for your circumstances and situation, Levi would have laughed at your insults. Clearly you’d broadened your vocabulary since the last time he’d seen you.

It was only when you’d managed to deliver a harsh, bone cracking kick to the soldier’s kneecap did Levi decide he should probably intervene, as much as he’d originally intended to stay away from you.

Something he subconsciously didn’t want to do.

“Oi, move along. I’ll deal with her, fucking degenerates,” his sharp voice cut through the commotion, causing the soldiers to stop in their tracks and whirl around.

“Captain Levi, sir! We were just—”

“I don’t care. Go.” he ordered. If they were Scouts, they wouldn’t have dared to hesitate, but since they weren’t a part of his regiment, it took them a moment for the order to register in their small minds, before they scurried away.

As soon as your arms were free of their grip, you immediately rushed to the little girl’s side, cooing gentle reassurance.

“Hey, come on now, you gotta be brave, yeah? You can’t cry every time a pig like that gets the better of you. Hell, then I’d never stop crying,” your little joke stopped the kid’s sobbing. Clearly your reputation extended even to the children of the Underground. “Where’re your parents, kid? Where’s your mom?” you asked, ignoring the obvious gaze burning a hole in the back of your head.

The little girl sniffled, pointing back to the head of a worried looking young woman, searching frantically for her little girl. A soft smile graced your lips, before you gently gestured for the girl to run along back to her mother, that smile growing as you watched her scamper off and giggle slightly as she was reprimanded in a giant bear hug.

“You haven’t changed, have you?” Levi’s cold voice brought you back to reality, prompting you to rise back up to your feet.

“Thought you didn’t know me,” there was none of that friendly familiarity he’d seen in your eyes earlier. There was only cold, ruthless ice. He shivered despite himself.

Softening his own gaze as you turned your head to him, he could recognise that spark of hatred. He’d seen it so many times when you faced down some sort of oaf who’d decided you were easy pickings back when the two of you were teenagers. He suddenly felt a pang of pity for all those who had suffered under this glare.

It was indeed terrifying.

“(Y/N)—”

“Don’t fucking call me that. You don’t get to call me that,” you didn’t try to tame the loathing fury in your tone. You didn’t pretend you didn’t revel in that confused look in his eye. Good, let him be confused. Though you didn’t know why. He should know well enough why you were furious.

“Okay…” —Levi took a breath— “Okay. Raven, then. That’s your alias, isn’t it. Raven?” He didn’t know why he was asking you such an obvious question, but he couldn’t help it. He had a craving just to hear your voice. The same voice that had haunted him for years, the same voice that had awoken him from the few hours he would be able to sleep.

Still, where his tone had lowered, yours refused to. How dare he show up after all these years and then claim he didn’t even know you.

“Obviously,” you spat, pure venom lacing your tone.

“So this is where you went. This is what you did. You were a part of The Nest this entire time and you didn’t think to tell me?” it was his turn to spit, clearly whatever had caused his gaze to soften previously had been replaced by something you couldn’t quite place. You weren’t as good at reading him as you used to be. His face had changed with time, and he’d clearly learned to school his expression much better than he used to.

“So what if it was? You don’t know me, remember?” you couldn’t help but use his words against him, wanting to drive home how much it had fucking hurt. Your eyes flickered to the now blackened bruise on the underside of his stupidly chiseled jaw. Something ugly twisted in your gut, whether it was satisfaction or guilt, you couldn’t decipher.

As if in retaliation, his own eyes glanced at the almost matching mark on your chin, the same mixture of emotions flashing briefly in his eyes before he took hold of your arm. It wasn’t as rough as you would have expected, but if anything, that simply annoyed you more.

“Tch, just move already,” the two of you had started to draw more attention to your conversation than either of you would have liked. So reluctantly, you placed on foot in front of the other and started walking again, returning back to acknowledging and recognising the respect those gathered were giving you. You remembered everyone you’d helped. Bringing them food, water, medical supplies.

“RAVEN!!” A loud shout of your alias had your head whirling to the right, searching for the owner of the voice. “RAVEN?!?” a small, older woman pushed her way through the people, almost falling to your feet. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she looked up at you.

You recognised her as one of your regulars. Her son had fallen ill months ago, and needed a medicine the MPs refused to hand out if not for a hefty sum of money. You’d offered your services to her after seeing her begging in the street, the sight hauntingly familiar to you. “I… I wanted to thank you. For everything you’ve done for me. For my son. He— I fear he wouldn’t be alive today without your help,” the woman hiccuped through her gratitude, drying her eyes with a worn, stained handkerchief. Your expression shifted to one of gentle indifference. You wouldn’t make the same mistake of outwardly showing your caring side like you did with the little girl.

“Make sure he stays rested,” was all you said, before continuing on without the prompting of Levi behind you, who now stood still in mild shock. Watching as many placed a hand on your shoulder as you walked, your head still held high.

“I don’t know what you men plan on doing with her, but she’s only ever helped us. She’s a good person,” the older woman’s eyes only spoke the truth as she looked to Levi, who only glanced back at you in response, watching as you climbed the stairs.

“I know. She always was.”

You stopped and turned back before you left for good, eyes lingering down the crowded street, a thousand faces peering up at you. Hats in hands, hands folded over one another in mourning. You recognized that with your leaving, a lot of people will go hungry. Many will die of diseases or viruses without the medicine you could steal and distribute. You knew Prongs was good, but he didn’t quite command that same kind of respect you did.

With a final nod of your head towards the crowd’s respect, you turned and left the Underground, leaving your past along with it.

#levi aot #levi attack on titan #captain levi #snk levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #aot x y/n #aot x reader #aot x you #snk fanfiction #snk #levi smut #levi ackerman smut

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aquariumnights · 3 years

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Garou Headcanons

Garou x Reader

The reader doesn't have a specific gender. I think?

Summary: fluff and Angst??? headcanons for the one and only hero hunter, Garou.

Warnings: none. It is very long because I love him

⇣ Cut for length ⇣

Oh god, give this boy a hug.

PDA is something he will not show, but behind closed doors, he’s like a needy puppy.

Love h i m.

Little spoon.

If you are an affectionate person, he’ll act all sour puss, but that’s all it is. An act. Man loves that shit.

Lazying around all day while his face is on your butt or boobs. Favourite thing to do in the world.

All dates are dined and dashed, even if you secretly pay for it. No other option for him.

Gives you gifts that are 99.9% stolen.

Never forgets dates. First kiss, birthday, the day you asked him out, valentines day.

Oh yeah, you have to ask him out, because he doesn’t know how to.

If he did try it would go down like this.

“Marry me.”

Lowkey cute, okay high key cute.

Fights anyone to show off to you.

Sitting on people’s roofs as you watch the sunset in each other’s arms.

Until the owner of the house tells you, kids, to get the fuck off his/her roof.

If you are the same age (still going to school) he will randomly appear at the window.

Asks you to skip school in front of the teacher.

"Let’s go get food. Your school is so bat shit boring.”

Don’t bother answering, because if you say no he’ll pick you up and run away.

Buys you smoothies.

Homes dates: feed him, hug him, make out while watching a shitty rom-com movie.

He lowkey loves rom-com's but will NEVER admit it.

Loves to watch scary movies with you.

He may have or may have not gets a little scared.

Has watched the titanic and cried. Don’t you dare let it go! Ever.

He gets pretty nervous about kissing you.

He fucking panics.

Squish his face and roughly kiss him.

He watches a lot of romance movies and picks up what to do- treats them like romance documentaries.

You're probably going to be his first relationship.

He won’t let you know that.

Total hugger, I’m going to tell you this every chance I get

“I’ll get stronger for you.”

Loves junk food and will steal it from your home.

If he can’t sleep he’ll make his way over to your home and watch you sleep. Liking to see you peaceful and calm.

If you catch him, he turns a shade of red and makes up an excuse that he wants to protect you.

Tell him, that he can wake you up.

Does wake you up but only 20% of the time.

Late at night, he cries in your arms.

Never talks about it again.

Kiss every part of his face when he's feeling sad. Because he does the same for you.

Showers you with compliments. No, it’s more like a waterfall.

Prepare yourself.

He loves you so much he could never see you do any wrong.

Shower him with compliments.

Acts tough around other people with you.

If you kiss him in public he’ll look like a kid thy just got kissed by his mom in front of his friends.

Secretly loves it. Shows who you belong to. Who he belongs to.

You get high off each other and act like fools.

Please do dumb shit with him.

Do teenage stuff too! He’s never had friends to do that with.

He can’t spell and his handwriting sucks. Just thought I’d let you know.

He’s gonna practically live at your house and it’s more worrisome if he’s not there.

If you live with your parents, he’s totally a gentleman around then. It’s so odd.

Has wooed them over. So he can live there.

He’s messy. Will blame it on your pet if you have one.

Leaves you cute little notes, you can’t read them but they're cute no less. (He’s scribbled hearts on the note as well.)

Both of you are crackheads.

Would totally steal anything for you. Just tell him and it’s done.

Kinda scary how fast he does it too.

Do parkour with him. Favourite shit

Even if you can’t do it, he’ll teach you.

Play hide and seek with him. He'll give you 30 mins to hide in the city, but proceeds to find you in 10 mins.

Go to playgrounds with him. Will show of to the kids there.

Btw he loves kids. L o v e s them.

But not as much as he loves you.

His laugh makes you laugh. The same goes for him.

Tickle him.

When feral calm him down with big fat smoochies.

His hand gets really sweetly when holding yours.

He’s really nervous on the inside so take your time with him.

Comes to need your attention and affection. Literally his drug.

He craves touch from his younger years so you're exactly what the doctor ordered.

Has the cutest nose crinkle.

Pouts when wanting your love.

You two probably gonna be all lovey even before you officially get together.

This boy would never cheat so you better not.

He’s so loyal god damn.

Would go to the ends of the earth to get a kiss from you.

Shit talks about heroes with you.

He’s really good at maths

Like insanely good

Same with computer games. mans a sweat without being a sweat. (loves bedwars and likes like a manic when he gets a kill in anything.)

He never loses but always says you carry him when you play together.

Can’t cook for shit, will try but it either ends up brunt, inflames or inedible.

Cuddles you when you cook. If you can cook. If you cant or are as hopeless as him, expect a lot of takeaways (some stolen).

Plot to take over the world with him, he loves listening to you talk about anything. He just stares lovingly at you.

#opm headcanons #headcanons #garou x reader #garou opm #one punch man #garou headcanons #i love him so much #protect him at all costs #x reader imagines #garou imagines #garou the hero hunter #fluff #crack #lol i guess #this is kinda long

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rens-room · 2 years

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Arcane Thoughts NOT SPOILER FREE AT ALL:

Disclaimer: I have no prior knowledge of League of Legends - characters or the world. All I know is Jinx is hot lol.

Bit of a hardcore opening scene.

Loving the animation style even if it’s not my usual.

heist! heist! heist!

THE UNDERCITY LOOKS SO COOL GIVE ME ALL THE WORLD-BUILDING DESIGN CONCEPTS

Jinx name drop in episode one, oop.

So is magic taboo or something?

Who is the person with the gold rectangular mask as a face on the council?

Yo, let these people in the undercity live? The rest of them were not involved at all?

Silco almost drowned and it’s Vander’s fault?

VANDER NOOOOOOOOOO

Hot enforcer lady?? dead??

Fuck you Silco. Also fuck you too, Marcus.

Do not kill Vander.

Also, what is up with Silco’s eye?

Funny name for a monster-making drug, “Shimmer”.

Here for the fighting sequences, not the science/magic. But I guess science/magic is ok too. I am more interested to see how Jayce is connected to Vi and Jinx.

Mel Medarda is kinda hot.

Tbh most of the women are hot.

An argument can be made that almost all the character designs are hot.

Curious, how old are the kids in each Act? How many years between the time skip?

Rip Deckard. Mans made some mistakes in his life.

I really want to know more about the magic system!!! That’s what I’m into after all.

See how I changed my mind lol.

Jinx was a good kid. I like that she wasn’t a crazy anarchist from the beginning.

She did totally kill everyone by accident though.

Is her full name Violet? That makes sense.

Where did Powder come from as a name though??

Now Silco, keep your dirty hands off Jinx’s impressionable young mind.

Great, go ahead and give your sister an abandonment complex. I’m sure that won’t come back to haunt you, Vi.

We love a good blimp.

Jayce, “Almost got thrown out of school and is now giving the Progress Day speech” Talis.

Firelights? Loving the hoverboards and crystals.

Caitlyn is pretty cool. Or at least a decent detective.

Fucking hell who gave Marcus a promotion?

Real question is how did Jinx grow her hair that fast?

I LOVE HOW THE ANIMATION GLITCHES AROUND JINX IT'S SO COOL!!!

And the neon graffiti-like edits that flash around her, immaculate.

Jinx…blew up another building lol. This time on purpose.

Jinx’s lair is so cool.

Also yes music montage while your father figure repeatedly screams your name.

Jayce and Caitlyn. Seems shippable but a little too predictable.

Caitlyn and Vi. Also seems shippable. *nods head in liking women*.

Vi is in prison...how did she keep her hair short?

Why are they called enforcers? Like yes, they are the police in-universe but the name choice?? What do they enforce lol? Not the Undercity.

OMG Marcus became Grayson and Silco became Vander in the private negotiations!!

The animation in the Silco smoking scene (episode 5).

Vi doing parkour *faints*

I don’t even like political corruption plotlines.

MADE IT TO THE CUPCAKE SCENE OH MY LORD!!!

JInx listening in by sitting on the high shelf in Silco’s office like a cat <3

Viktor no, please don’t die. Stop coughing up blood!

Really cool scene cuts between Viktor and Jayce’s nights, but did Viktor’s blood just become one with the Hextech??

She got that mechanical murder arm if you know what I mean.

Vi punching people *fans self*.

I ship Vi and Caitlyn too much after the cupcake episode.

RIP “Chuck” Therium?

What the fuck is happening with the Hexcore?

1. She kept the flare! 2. Beautiful scene where she fires it.

What in the ever-loving fuck is Rio? Disturbing as fuck.

THE FIRELIGHT MONTAGE IN EPISODE 7 IS COOL!

At least, I think it’s the Firelights.

EKKO??

I feel so bad for Vi, being trapped in prison and not knowing anything.

The pain of things changing without your knowledge…

Why does Jayce have muscles? Was not expecting that.

Still thinking about the whole sex scene this show had, that I was not expecting.

Giant tree?? Stan the tree.

Beautiful mural. Sad but beautiful.

The great joys of martial law and barricades.

Hmmmm the not subtle discrimination.

Undercity council has a cool botanical aesthetic.

Finn’s design is so cool.

What happened to Silco’s eye?

Silco *shows up and intimidates everyone* “good meeting”.

Elora is also cute.

Why is everyone in this show lowkey to highkey attractive??!!

Awwwww Caitlyn, you do care!

The emotional manipulation runs strong in this (Silco’s) house.

Actually, it’s everyone. So much manipulation in this show.

Ah yes, the age-old question of whether or not to weaponize the incredible power source.

Creepyass cube that is not a cube but I don’t feel like counting the number of sides.

DO NOT DOSE ON SHIMMER. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES DO YOU INJECT MONSTER-MAKING SERUM INTO YOUR BODY.

“It’s been real” is so gay.

Jinx! She’s coming back for you! (I think).

Blood magic (derogatory).

Did she…weaponize firelights (bugs)? Or build tiny flying bombs that looked like bugs?

The Jinx vs Ekko fight.

Who the fuck is the guy with Rio? Signed??

Underground doctor who? Sedating Silco was ballsy, my guy.

Sevika is also kinda hot.

Incredibly unloyal but that’s another story.

Mel’s mother dearest…interesting.

Noxus?

HOWL?? IS THAT YOU??

The old ‘leave the girl in your bedroom’ trick.

She’s been drowned and now injected with Shimmer.

If all of Jinx’s Caitlyn delusions haven’t influenced the fandom…get to it.

HA MR FLUFFY COUNSELOR IS SO TINY IN THE UNDERCITY.

EKKO IS ALIVE THANK GOD.

Bestie you can walk again! And now you’re going to run, and probably fall and die.

Or get addicted to Shimmer and body mods.

Bro it’s eating you alive.

Sky was totally in love with you and YOU DISINTEGRATED HER!

Also fucked up cube got more fucked up.

(Vander’s boxing gloves).

Bi Vi headcanon accepted. Jayce is a little more built than a typical pretty boy in my opinion but to each their own.

Of course, it’s a factory run by children.

Rain break up scene <<< Flashbacks of the rain breakup scene (in the shower).

Jinx’s tags are so cool. Love them.

Hey buddy, what do you do when your research project EATS your assistant?

It owns you know, it’s inside of you. And you will never be able to destroy it.

Vander is making a lot of appearances in this last episode.

Bar fight? Bar fight.

Please don’t be Caitlyn’s head, Please don’t be Caitlyn’s head.

Point and shoot Vi.

Can’t believe she captured Silco.

I guess she’s not choosing Powder.

Can’t believe Jinx shot Silco.

This was a really fucked up dinner party. On every level.

Do not declare war.

You’re all so fucked.

UMMMMMMM HELLO IS THAT IT??

NO FUCKING WAY. THEY'RE ENDING IT?? RIGHT WHEN THEY BROUGHT OUT THE ROCKET LAUNCHER??!!

Anyways, go watch Arcane if you have not yet already its worth it.

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