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tearsfortheyouth · 10 months

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OBSESSION - Steve Kemp, Part One

Oh lord help me, what did I get myself into. Here’s a multi-part Steve Kemp fic that’s been on my mind for a while.

Five months into her best friend’s disappearance, (Y/N) meets someone new, and for the first time in months she feels as if she can finally breathe again. She never thought she’d become the newest obsession of a charming psychopathic cannibal.

- WARNING(S): NON-CON/DUB-CON, grief, drug abuse, kidnapping, Steve Kemp is a red flag himself, cannibalism, manipulation, blood

I hurried down the busy sidewalk, my hand gripping a thin piece of fabric as I shoved through people. “Sorry!” I called behind me as I accidentally collided with someone’s shoulder, sending the man an apologetic smile.

The crispy morning air nipped at my nose, my cheeks a gentle red. My lips were chapped, the chilly autumn air kissing them harshly. Finally, I reached her destination, and I swung open the door, the bell chiming from above me.

The smell of coffee filled the air, and I inhaled, breathing heavily as I moved behind the counter, muttering an apology to my store manager.

The older woman studied me. “Thanks for deciding to grace us with your presence,” she dryly quipped, her eyes flicking back down towards the milk she was currently steaming.

“I’m sorry, Mallory,” I breathed, tying my long hair into a messy ponytail. “I slept past my alarm.” Quickly, I wrapped my black apron around my waist, tying it into a neat bow behind my back.

Mallory hummed, unamused, before calling out the name of the customer, placing the finished beverage onto the handoff counter. She turned to face me, a thin eyebrow raised. “This is the fourth time this month, (Y/N). You can’t keep doing this. You were scheduled almost an hour ago.”

I winced slightly, my lip tucked between my teeth. “I’m supposed to get my medicine tomorrow. I swear it won't happen again.”

Mallory nodded as I got to work with another order, placing a croissant into the oven. From behind me, I could feel her gaze burning a hole into the back of my head. I ignored her, my gaze focused on the pastry in the oven.

“Have the nightmares gotten any better?” She asked carefully, a sympathetic smile tugging at her lips.

I remained silent, bagging up the croissant and calling out the name. “It doesn’t matter, Mallory,” I quickly brushed off, sending her a quick warning glance.

Mallory was silent, a sigh escaping her. “Okay.” She wiped off the counter with a washcloth, cleaning the spilt coffee from the rush earlier. “Well, I’ll be in the back getting some stuff done. Call me if you need me.”

I nodded quickly, sending her a small smile. She disappeared through the door, and I let out a shaky sigh.

Sleeping at night wasn’t the easiest. Since the day she had disappeared, the nightmares hadn’t ceased. The day she disappeared, the color seemed to drain from my world. It had been five months — five long months. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat. Hell, I couldn’t even close her eyes without seeing her youthful face, her eyes filled with the rarest kind of joy. Happiness like that didn’t exist anymore, not in anyone. But Lilith wasn’t just anyone. She was my sister, my best friend, my savior. She was everything to me.

I didn’t want to believe she was gone and never coming back. I didn’t want to accept a life without her light. A life without her was a life of loneliness, a life of misery and suffering that she wanted no part of.

After the first month of Lilith being missing, it seemed as if the city forgot about her. She was just another woman in a city of millions. Hundreds of people go missing every year, and Lilith was no exception. It seemed as if those who knew me were walking on eggshells, afraid to bring it up.

It was as if she no longer existed.

Lilith Marie had been forgotten. No family, no friends, she was an outsider.

She was an outsider — she was like me.

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Four hours into my shift, the coffee shop had begun to settle down as customers began to hurry to their jobs. It had been a minute since someone had ordered. To not seem like I was standing around, I carefully wiped at the counter, the washcloth damp against my skin.

My black shirt had since been stained with powder from the pastries, caramel drizzle and coffee stains painting my pants in patterns.

Knowing the slow pace of the shop was only temporary, I set the rag down with a sigh, beginning to stock the fridges with milks and other ingredients I would need to make it through another rush.

Just as I was placing a new almond milk jug into the fridge, the bell rang, signaling that a customer had walked in.

I turned, bumping the fridge door shut with my hip before making my way to the counter, my eyes on the small tablet to take orders. “Hi,” I greeted monotonously, forcing a smile on my tired face. “What can I get started for you?”

Glancing up, blue eyes met my own. A man stood tall on the other side of the counter, a charming smile tugging at his pink lips. “Good morning,” he smiled, a hand coming to rub at his chin.

He was a good looking man—a shockingly handsome man, even. His eyes seemed to glance right through me, dark hair adorning his face. He was older, maybe a good six or seven years older than myself, but it didn’t take away from his attractiveness. In fact, being older seemed to suit him.

I found myself staring for too long, and I blushed slightly, my eyes falling back down to the iPad in my hand.

“Wait a minute,” he began, leaning forward slightly as he gazed at me carefully. “Do I know you?”

My brows furrowed, and I looked back up at him. Did I know him? He didn’t seem familiar, though it wasn’t like I spoke to anyone anyways.

Slowly, I shook my head, my lips parting. “Um, I don’t think so?” I stated, confusion laced in my voice. “I don’t recognize you.”

His eyes examined me a bit further now, his dark brows knitted closely together as he thought. Finally, he seemed to come to a conclusion, and his eyes lit up slightly. “You ran into me this morning.”

I blushed further, the memory of accidentally shoulder-checking someone replaying in my head. Dear god, I thought to myself, embarrassment filling me.

“I am so sorry, I was late to work and was kind of in a hurry,” I quickly defended myself, trying to save myself from further embarrassment.

He chuckled at my words, his hand held out in a surrendering manner. “Don’t worry,” he replied, a smile on his handsome face. “Been there done that many times before.”

A sigh of relief escaped me, and I let out an awkward laugh, a hand coming to brush a flour-coated strand of hair away from my face.

“Besides, I can’t complain about a pretty barista literally KO-ing me on the streets. I’m livin’ the dream,” he joked, and I could feel my cheeks growing hot.

Male attention was slightly foreign to me. I had been an awkward kid all my childhood, and I didn’t start getting male attention until I had graduated college. It felt…strange to be flirted with.

“I really am sorry about that,” I said quickly, a nervous laugh falling from my lips. I didn’t know what to say other than apologize.

I felt warm under his gaze, and I wiped my palms on my apron once more.

He waved my words off. “Don’t worry about it. As I said, livin’ the dream.” He smiled. “I’ll take a large black coffee.”

Quickly, I punched in his order. “Did you want any cream or sugar in there?”

“No thanks. The bitter taste wakes me up,” he explained, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

I hummed at his reply, telling him the price and taking his card. Quietly, I asked for his name, to which he told me “Steve.”

Steve.

“It’ll be out in just a second,” I told him simply, and he held a thumbs up, sending me a smile as he took a seat at one of the tables.

Steve seemed nice.

I was quick to make his coffee, careful to not splash the hot liquid onto my skin as I poured it into a cup. Setting it onto the handoff counter, I called his name. Quickly, he came to the counter, striding towards his coffee and picking it up.

“Thank you…” he trailed off, his brows knitted together.

“(Y/N),” I told him, smiling softly at the man.

He said my name quietly, as if seeing how the name felt on his tongue. “(Y/N)…” he smiled, nodding his head. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

And just like that, he was gone.

I stared at his retreating figure, feeling somewhat confused and embarrassed. He strode from my eyesight outside, disappearing down the block.

“Hmm..” I hummed, brows furrowed.

“Who was that?’ Mallory’s voice sounded from behind me, and I jumped slightly at the sudden noise. Turning towards her, I rolled my eyes.

“No one. Can I take my lunch break now?”

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It was late when I returned home to my apartment. The night had settled in, blackening the streets and casting an eerie glow into my small apartment.

Closing the door behind me, I locked it, a tired sigh escaping me.

My apartment was small, but it was enough. I had made it into a cozy home, and it was certainly mine.

Setting my keys onto the table, I took out my ponytail, letting my long hair fall to my waist.

Though I was exhausted, I knew I wouldn’t get much sleep tonight.

It was the same thing every night: turn on the lights, feed the cat, lay in bed, and stare up at the ceiling.

Sighing, I went into my bathroom, silent as I began to run a bath. As I waited for the water to fill the bath, I undressed myself, rinsing my face with the cold water of the sink.

Looking into the mirror, I frowned slightly, my pink lips pouted. Slowly, I forced herself to smile, watching as my lips turned upwards.

I cringed.

My smile no longer reached my eyes. It was as if my eyes had lost all life, like a fog had clouded them. My smile dropped, and I bit my cheek in disappointment.

I missed being happy. I longed to feel something again, and yet no matter how hard I tried, nothing worked. It was like an empty void had taken hold of me and everyday, it felt as if I were falling further and further into the ocean of depression.

Running a hand through my hair, I moved it so it was out of my face before stepping away from the counter.

Turning the hot water off, I silently climbed in, skin burning from the heat. The burning soon melted away, being replaced with instant warmth that flooded through my bones. It was like a warm blanket had engulfed me, comforting me.

Ever since the disappearance, I had found comfort in the nightly baths.

Opening my eyes to stare at the ceiling, I let my head rest on the rim of the tub, a breath escaping my lips.

When my bath was over, I dressed myself, my cat meowing loudly as she begged me to feed her. I leaned over, smiling softly and giving her a pet. “Are you hungry, my love?”

She stared up at me and meowed, and I giggled, giving her some kitty food before returning back to my room. It was almost midnight now, and I yawned, throwing myself tiredly onto the bed in the middle of my room.

A few minutes later, as my cat curled up on my pillow beside my head, my blinking began to slow, and finally, I drifted into a light sleep.

Unfortunately, the nightmares were quick to follow.

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A week came and went, and then another, and another, and soon, autumn turned into winter.

The medication achieved its goal of helping me sleep, and it kept the nightmares at bay. Since the day I had picked them up, I hadn’t dreamt. Soon, it became easier to close my eyes without seeing her face.

Lilith no longer haunted my body, mind and soul. Though she had left a scar, a clear indication that she had been there, it was getting easier to breathe.

Lilith would always be with me, for my heart was filled with her and her alone. But for the first time in months, my heart had become my own once more.

I was working an evening shift at the coffee shop today, sweeping up the floors and ridding it of the coffee grounds that seemed to plague it. It had been a partially slow day, and Mallory had gone home early to be with her children for the holidays. Christmas was a week from today, and though the streets of New York were bustling with last minute shoppers, the coffee shop I worked at had been the exception.

Dumping the dustpan into the trash, I heaved an annoyed sigh. The trash was filled to the brim.

Taking advantage of the completely empty coffee shop, I decided to take it out, tying the plastic into a knot and lifting it from the bin. Making my way outside, the chilly air licked at my skin, goosebumps rising as I strode to the dumpster a couple yards away. It was dark outside, and it was almost time to close up the coffee shop.

The trash was heavy, and I was just barely able to hold it up to my hips. My breathing blew up into puffs of smoke, the gravel beneath my feet crunching as I hurried to the dumpster.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” A voice called from behind me, and I jumped, a scream escaping my chapped lips.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my eyes wide as they met a pair of icy blue ones.

The man before me was the very same one who stood in the coffee shop weeks ago, the same man who I had bumped into on the streets that morning — and yet, for the life of me, I couldn’t remember his name.

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled, catching up to me. Seeing I was struggling to carry the trash bag, he quickly reached out to help me. “Here, I got it.”

Before I could protest, he had grabbed the bag from me, his strong arms easily lifting it up. I blinked, muttering a quiet thank you, feeling slightly guilty for not remembering his name.

“What…what are you doing here?” I asked him, walking with him towards the dumpster.

He turned to cast me a charming smile, his white teeth flashing. “I wanted a coffee, but I noticed the store was empty. Had to make sure you weren’t killed by some psychopath,” he grinned.

I nodded quietly, my brows furrowing.

How had he known I was working…?

“Yeah, well, I’m all good,” I awkwardly replied, breathing into my hands to warm them up as the man threw the heavy bag into the trash.

“Come on, let's get inside. My god, you’re shaking.” Quickly, he shrugged off his jacket, placing it over my shaking frame, and I cringed uncomfortably.

“Oh, um, thank you,” I muttered, looking to the floor beneath our feet as we hurried back into the store.

He smiled in return, moving in front of me to open the door, waiting for me to go inside first. The bell chimed from above us, the cafe still empty. The people on the streets had retreated, given that it was now fairly late at night. Glancing at the clock, I breathed a sigh of relief.

10:30pm — closing time.

Suddenly remembering the warm fabric draped over my shoulders, I was quick to shrug it off, smiling awkwardly as I handed it to him, my cheeks a light shade of pink. “Want your coffee now?” I asked him, turning behind us and flipping the opened sign around, signaling to those that we were now closed.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, sure. It’s going to be a long night so I could use the caffeine.”

I hummed in response, moving around him and making my way behind the counter, grabbing a coffee cup. “Trying to pull an all-nighter?” I asked, my brows raising as I poured him his cup of coffee. The air felt stuffy, my head foggy.

The medication was starting to wear off, and my mind, soul, and body craved the warmth the meds would bring.

I blinked harshly, trying to stay grounded.

From behind me, I heard him breathe a tired sigh. “Pretty much, yeah. I have some files I need to go over before tomorrow morning.”

Passing him his coffee, I gave him a questioning look.

He noticed this, and we quickly explained. “I’m a surgeon and I have a client tomorrow who pretty much bought a new face.”

“Hmm… sounds about right.” This city was full of many who had opted for plastic surgery, so it didn’t exactly come as a shock. When he began to tug out his wallet, I shook my head. “You’re covered tonight.”

He smiled in appreciation, bringing the coffee to his lips, a hm escaping him. Licking his lips, he nodded. “I swear, you have the best coffee in town, (Y/N).”

My face heated, and I wiped my palms on my stained jeans. “Well, technically, Mallory has the best coffee in town,” I corrected him, and he rolled his eyes. “Y’know, since she’s the store manager and she’s the one who supplies.”

“Yeah, but I like when you make me my coffee.”

I scoffed, bending down into a cabinet and grabbing a trash bag, moving to replace the one I had just taken out.

Though I wasn’t facing him, I could feel his gaze burning a hole into my head, his eyes watching me carefully. I ignored the feeling, bringing a hand up to wipe my forehead as I resumed sweeping the floor.

“Well,” he finally began, taking a step backwards towards the door. “I should probably….” He pointed back towards the door, and I fought a smile at his awkwardness.

“Yeah,” I said, an amused smile tugging at my lips.

“Yeah,” he breathed, his voice low. It sounded somewhat disappointed, and he ran a hand through his messy hair. “Well, good night, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight…..?” My cheeks flushed as he quirked an eyebrow.

“Wow, you totally don’t remember my name.” He placed a hand over his heart, his face contorting into a feigned look of hurt.

I grimaced. “Not, no, I do remember it…Alex?”

He cringed, his lips pursed as he shook his head.

“Uh, Ben?”

“Wrong, again.”

“Okay, okay wait.”

He paused, his hand resting on the door handle behind him.

“Stephen.”

He groaned, his hand rubbing his face dramatically.

I paused for a moment, my eyes scanning him.

“Steve,” I finally decided, and he started clapping.

“The one, the only,” he grinned, taking another sip of his coffee.

Finally, I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek.

He really did have such a plain name.

He stared at me for a minute in silence, and I continued my sweeping, picking up the trash in the lobby.

“Can I drive you home tonight?” He asked, his voice soft. He seemed slightly embarrassed, and he reached to scratch the back of his head, a sheepish grin adorning his face.

Looking up, I glanced at him, and he could immediately tell I was slightly put off.

“I mean, I noticed there were no cars outside, and I remembered when you were running through the streets, so I just realized you didn’t have a car,” he rambled. “It’s freezing outside and I just want to be sure you make it home safe, Y’know?”

“Please don’t think I’m a creep,” he finished, his voice pleading.

I was silent for a moment, trying to get a grasp on a decision.

I could say no, tell him I wasn’t at all interested and continue living the life I had been living for the last couple of months. I could continue to grasp at the memory of my best friend. My best friend, who no matter how much I yearned to come back, would most likely never return home to me.

Or, I could say yes. Perhaps this one drive home blossoms into another ride home, into Steve coming in to visit me. Maybe, it even turns into dating. He was a good looking man who seemed genuinely interested in me. Maybe, I could heal from my past and finally find happiness again.

I could truly start living my life again.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as I decided.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

#Steve kemp #sebastian stan #dark!sebastian stan #Sebastian Stan x reader #dark!steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #fresh movie #dark! Sebastian Stan x reader #bucky barnes #marvel

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strandnreyes · 1 year

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Red camellia or amaryllis?

Amaryllis - how far I'd go to prove I love you

Lou Two may be nearly twice the size as his predecessor which isn’t exactly fine, but Carlos at least thought the trade off would be that he’s twice as easy to spot. But Carlos is older and wiser now than he was when he got the reptile and even in his sleep deprived state, he understands what a gravely false assumption that was.

It’s been a full day and their new pet is still on the lamb. They’ve searched everywhere and Carlos thinks he brought home a con artist instead of a lizard because the bowls of celery and carrot greens they’ve placed around the loft—Carlos refused to let bowls of live crickets sit around their home—have suspiciously gone down when they’re not around to catch him.

As Carlos lays in bed, only slightly jealous of TK sound asleep beside him, he mentally designs some kind of harmless trap for the next time Lou gets hungry because as much as he was joking when he said he’d never sleep again, he’s starting to worry that might be true.

Except TK isn’t as asleep as Carlos thought. He turns around, resting on his right side to face Carlos, but Carlos remains staring at the ceiling.

“Is he going to the Greenbelt when we find him?” TK quietly breaks the silence, not even having to question why Carlos is awake.

“He’s domesticated. He wouldn’t last a week out there.”

TK huffs a quiet laugh. “He’s not a labradoodle,” he points out, but his questioning continues. “Then the pet store. Or wherever it is you got him from.”

“They don’t take refunds.” Carlos didn’t have to ask, the store clerk just told him. Probably something to do with Carlos’ wariness the entire time he was there.

“I’m sure Mateo would take him, then,” TK suggests weekly, seemingly convinced that the repeat offense of a lost lizard in the loft means Lou Two will get the same fate. Yet he’s still determined to give him a good home and Carlos’ heart grows impossibly fonder of the man he’s so close to marrying.

Carlos rolls his head on the pillow, getting a look at TK’s wide, concerned eyes that are so full of love and care for everyone. Even those with scales. “We’re not getting rid of him,” he promises gently, placating TK’s fears.

TK relaxes for all of one second before his worry gets transferred onto the next problem. “Maybe he’s already gone. He could’ve run out when we opened the door, or… or—”

“Babe, we'll find him,” Carlos soothes.

TK’s responding nod isn't immediate, but it comes eventually and Carlos vows to spend his entire day off tomorrow looking for him if that’s what it takes.

“Thank you,” TK says softly, shifting closer. Carlos winds his arm around TK’s shoulder, pulling him into his side. “I know you don’t like him that much, but… thank you.”

“I don’t know, he’s kind of—” Carlos pauses, face contorting as he forces out, “cute.”

TK’s laugh gets buried in the cotton of Carlos’ shirt. “Baby, you need to be more convincing than that if you’re going to bond with him.”

He wishes he could say TK is joking about the whole ‘bonding with their pet lizard’ thing, but Carlos is entirely certain he’s not.

Carlos thinks of the creature's small legs and the way he immediately crawled up TK’s shoulder. The thought of it doing the same to him sends an unpleasant shiver down his spine, but then he thinks of TK’s smile as he opened the box, the look he gave Carlos when he realized what was happening and how he cradled Lou gently like he’s something precious.

TK’s been through so much that sometimes it's a miracle he’s still standing, let alone finding joy in even the simplest of things, and Carlos would do anything to keep that smile on his face. Scaly reptiles in their home included.

“He’s not so bad,” Carlos whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to TK’s forehead before letting his eyes slip shut.

#tarlos #911 lone star #flower drabbles

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howlingday · 11 months

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Welp, saw a gun con post with Pokémon so, time to do a crossover!

Gun con au + Pokémon au

Ruby and Jaune are out looking for Pokémon.

Jaune: Ruby I’m telling you my teams fine.

Ruby: And I’m telling you, you should get at least another Pokémon with a ranged attack. Crocea Mors needs to get close, Jazzy too. Only Shelly can use any type of ranged attack.

Jaune: You forgot Levi and my new tinkatink.

Ruby: … (raises brow)

Jaune: … I’m not backing down on what I said.

???: *rustling bushes*

Ruby and Jaune: !!!

A alpha Beowulf jumps out growling at them

Ruby: Oh no! I choose you Cresc-

BANG BANG BANG

Multiple water shots pierce the alpha Beowulf

Ruby and Jaune: … *looks to the gunner*

An Octillery is holding multiple remoaid. It stares at them expectantly. It looks happy and proud at them.

Jaune: … Good job all of you. Well I guess that fixes my range problem.

Ruby: …

Jaune: … Do they count as one Pokémon orrr…

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I'm not sure this is canon to either universes, but I can't help loving this idea! I also appreciate you reminding me of the rest of Jaune's team.

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Jaune: What should I name them?

Ruby: Huh? All of them? You do know you can only have six Pokémon at once, right? At least in a standard battle; and unless it's a triple or rotation battle, you can't send all three.

Jaune: That's fine. I'm gonna name you guys...

Jaune: (Points at Octillery) Sheriff.

Jaune: (Points at Remoraid #1) Peacekeeper.

Jaune: (Points at Remoraid #2) Big Iron. (They all squeak and squeal in joy)

Ruby: Sounds like you have more on your team. But how did this Octillery get all the way out here on land?

#submission #my submissions #pokémon #ru ja gun con #rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #octillery #rwby Pokémon au

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mymoodwriting · 4 months

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Request for Anon (Yandere Hybrid Juyeon) 4.9k, yandere, hybrid, claw marks, bruising, non-con, alcohol, tipsy behavior, assault, manipulation (@starillusion13)

“Happy Birthday!”

You screamed with joy as you entered your apartment. All your friends had gathered around to throw you a surprise party for your birthday. Of course they knew where the spare key was, so it was easy to let themselves in and set everything up. They all came over to hug you and wish you well.

“Okay, I know it’s early, but we have a special present for you in your room.”

“It better not be a stripper.”

“You’d kill us if we did that.”

“You know it.”

Your friends led you over to your bedroom, having you close your eyes as you stepped in. When you opened them you saw a cute little cat hybrid sitting on your bed. He offered you a big smile and came over to hug you.

“You got me a hybrid?”

“Gotta start somewhere with the lonely cat lady thing.”

“Ya!”

“Kidding, but we thought it would be nice to have someone around.”

“Thanks.”

The party had only just begun, so you let the hybrid wander around the house and get to know the place while you hung out with friends. It was a great night, and it wasn’t until the early morning that everyone headed out. You were exhausted but happy nonetheless. Once everyone was gone you did a bit of cleaning and then got in the shower. You dried off and collapsed into bed, ready to sleep the day away. Just as you were drifting off you felt the bed dip and opened your eyes to see your new hybrid crawling in, a cute smile on their face. You reached over to pet their head softly.

“Do you have a name cutie, or shall I give you one?”

“I’m Juyeon.”

“Pretty, I like it. I’m y/n. Are you from a shelter?”

“Yes.”

“Have you had an owner before?”

“No.”

“Hm, I’ll admit, I’ve never had a pet before, but I will do my best to take care of you.”

Juyeon leaned closer to nuzzle your face, making you giggle. The two of you wound up sleeping together. It was the weekend and you usually preferred to stay in bed, but you still had some clean up to do. When you got up Juyeon was still sound asleep, so you let him rest. As you finished cleaning up you heard some footsteps, seeing a sleepy Juyeon coming into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.” Juyeon yawned.

“Are you hungry?”

“Hm.”

“What can you eat? Do you have any diet restrictions?”

“No. I can eat normal food. I don’t know if I’m allergic to anything though.”

“Right. We’ll have something simple for breakfast then.”

You made some eggs, which Juyeon happily ate. As you two had breakfast you looked over Juyeon’s paperwork. Everything was done for the adoption, but you still needed to take him to the vet and register him. Of course he wasn’t a fan of that, but he had to go. You stayed as he got all his shots and then finished up the rest of his papers. Afterwards you got lunch and went shopping, getting Juyeon some clothes and toys. He insisted on a collar though, wanting to proudly show he had a home.

You got to know each other more over the weekend, the two of you beginning a new chapter of your lives together. Juyeon was a big cuddler, so whenever you sat down he’d find you and wrap you up in his arms. He was very well behaved and communicated with you if he had any concerns or was curious about something. He was very cute, and it was such a nice treat to have him welcome you home everyday. Of course he didn’t want to be some average pet, so he was always wanting to take on new tasks. He’d help around the house, watched you as you cooked so he could do it too, even watched some videos to see what else he could do for you.

It felt like he was more of a companion and friend than some pet, and that was great on both ends. Since he was so well behaved there was no problem taking him out with you when you went shopping. He also had plenty of things to entertain himself with in the house while you were gone. And when you were around he stuck very close. He’d go so far as to sit on the floor in the bathroom while you took a bath, with a blindfold on of course. He was the best present you ever had, and you really thought nothing would ever bother him, but there had to be something.

“Juyeon.”

“Hm?”

“I’m having a friend over tonight.”

“A friend?”

“Yeah. I have this big project at work that needs to get finished and he’s helping me out with it.”

“He?”

“Yup. He’ll be coming home with me later today.”

“Oh… okay… are you gonna lock me in the room?”

“What? No. Why would I do that? You’re the best behaved kitty in the world. I’ll see you later.”

🖤

You did double check with your coworker to make sure they were alright with coming over to your place, and that they weren’t allergic to cats. You called out to Juyeon when you got home, making sure he greeted your guest and wouldn’t just pop up later and scare them. The two of you settled in the living room, going over the details of the project. On occasion Juyeon would come over, hovering around you, and unbeknownst to you, throwing glares at your coworker. His purrs and nuzzling would get your attention and you’d have to politely ask him not to distract you as this was very important work.

“Excuse me for a moment, Jacob.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Once you were gone Juyeon pounced on the couch, taking your seat. At first Jacob paid the cat no attention, but he could feel the feline’s stare burrowing into him.

“Hi kitty.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay… then-”

“What’s your goal?”

“Huh?”

“What do you want from y/n?”

“Uh, right now I just want to finish this project. Or at least make good progress today.”

“And nothing else?”

“Wait, I see what this is. Are you worried I’m going to date your owner?”

“You’re not gonna date her.”

“I’m just here to work. I have no other intentions.”

“Then leave.”

“Excuse me?”

“Get out. I don’t want you anywhere near y/n.”

“Awe, is someone jealous?”

Juyeon hissed before hearing your approaching footsteps. He quickly scrambled away, leaving Jacob with a little chuckle. Unfortunately Juyeon’s warning was ignored, and this wasn’t gonna be the last time he heard about this Jacob. A few days later Juyeon overheard you talking on the phone.

“Yeah I can talk, what’s up, Jacob?”

Juyeon’s ears perked up when he heard the name. You were in the kitchen making dinner, so he quietly made his way over, listening in on the conversation.

“Yeah, I’m free this Friday… I’m down for dinner… that sounds great, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay, bye now.”

Juyeon didn’t like any of that at all. Since Jacob had just laughed in his face before he knew he couldn’t just ask you not to go, but he could do something else. While you were away at work Friday morning Juyeon went through your things, finding your makeup. Now of course he had no idea what he was doing, but he just needed to borrow a bit. When he heard you at the door he scrambled to your room and hid under the blankets. He didn’t answer you as you called for him, and eventually you made your way to him.

“Juyeon, baby, are you alright?”

It was strange for Juyeon not to greet you at the door, and finding him curled up in bed worried you. As you pulled back the blankets you could see him shaking, breathing a bit uneven, slightly pale. You reached over to touch his head, feeling that he was hotter than usual.

“Juyeon, are you sick?”

Juyeon merely whimpered, trying to pull up the blanket. You tucked him back in and went to get the thermometer, wanting to check his temperature. You stepped away for a moment when your phone rang, seeing that it was Jacob.

“Hey, Jacob, I’m glad you called. I’m afraid I’m gonna have to rain-check on dinner.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I just got home and Juyeon seems to be running a fever. I can’t leave him by himself.”

“No, no, I get it. You got your priorities as a cat mom. We can go out for dinner some other time.”

“Thanks.”

“You have a great weekend, hope Juyeon gets better.”

“You too, bye-bye now.”

Juyeon couldn’t help the smile on his face. He came first in your life, and that was all he needed to know. You took care of him over the weekend, glad to see he recovered and didn’t require a visit to the vets office. Although by the end of next week you felt quite ill, needing to stay in bed. Juyeon was more than happy to look after you, glad he could return the favor. You did find it a bit silly, having your pet looking after you, but it was just another reason to adore him. You really were grateful to have Juyeon in your life.

While Juyeon was making you some soup he heard a knock at the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and you hadn’t mentioned any guests or deliveries. Still, he didn’t want the noise to wake you so he rushed over, opening the door without thinking. That was his mistake as he was now staring at Jacob. The boy had a smile on his face which quickly turned coy when he saw Juyeon open the door.

“Hey, I came by to drop off some food and medicine for y/n. Is it alright if I come in?”

“No. She’s sleeping.”

“Oh, well could you at least-”

“She’s already taking medicine, so she doesn’t need anymore, and I’m cooking for her.”

“You know how to cook?”

“Juyeon… who is it?”

You had heard some commotion, realizing Juyeon was talking to someone. You tried calling out to Juyeon but he didn’t hear you so you got up. When you stepped out into the hall you noticed Juyeon was at the door so you made your way over.

“Y/n! You shouldn’t be out of bed!”

“It’s okay, I’m not that sick.” You noticed Jacob out in the hall. “Jacob, what are you doing here?”

“You mentioned you were feeling a bit under the weather the other day so I thought I’d stop by to check on you. Glad I did, I brought you some medicine, and porridge.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. I hope you get better soon.”

“She will.” Juyeon assured. “Goodbye now.”

Jacob tried to hand you the things he had brought but Juyeon took them instead, shutting the door in Jacob’s face. He ushered you back to bed, tucking you in this time and telling you he’d be back in a bit after he checked on the food. As he stepped out he heard a knock again. Juyeon rolled his eyes and went to answer, Jacob still standing there.

“What?”

“I just wanted to talk to you for a moment.”

“About? This better be quick.”

“Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to tell you to be careful.”

“Huh?”

“You should be nice to the people around y/n, you don’t want her getting the wrong impression about you. You’re just her pet after all.”

“Is this some kind of threat?”

“Just a warning.”

“Well, in that case, fuck off.” Juyeon hissed. “I don’t like you, and I don’t want you anywhere near y/n. If you try anything, you’ll regret it.”

“We’ll see about that.”

🖤

You got better over the weekend and returned to work as normal on Monday. The big project you had been working on before was finally done and had been approved. It was great to be done with that and move on to the next one.

“So, y/n, how’s Juyeon?”

“Oh he’s great!”

When Jacob asked you about Juyeon you excitedly pulled out your phone and showed him some pictures.

“He’s so cute.”

“How did you get him again?”

“Juyeon was a birthday gift from my friends. They told me I could use a companion and should start on the lonely cat lady vibes.”

“I see. Did your friends get him from a shelter?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re sure he didn’t have any previous owners?”

“What? Why?”

“I’ve heard some shelters will lie about the hybrid’s history just to get them adopted. Sometimes the hybrid bounces around from one place to another, or even attacks their owner.”

“Juyeon is not like that.”

“You should still be careful, you haven’t had him that long. He’s not just a cat, but part human you know.”

“… well yeah…”

You couldn’t shake Jacob’s words, even though they were ridiculous. You had heard stories of hybrids getting aggressive with people, even their owners. Juyeon had been nothing but sweet with you, but there were things you came to question. You left Juyeon alone everyday with no restrictions. He knew where the spare key was, and did a lot of things around the house so you never paid much attention to anything. When you came home that day Juyeon happily greeted you, but your eyes darted elsewhere.

Nothing seemed to be out of place, and there wasn’t anything new that you didn’t recognize. You were honestly just being paranoid and tried to put it out of your mind, but these thoughts persisted. Juyeon had made something for dinner, and you cautiously ate. Come bed time you told Juyeon you still felt sick and asked him to sleep in his own room. He usually slept with you, but he understood the request, even if it upset him. Without really meaning to you kept a bit of a distance from Juyeon, becoming more curious and concerned.

“Juyeon.”

“Hm?”

“What do you do all day?”

“What do you mean?”

“Besides waiting for me, what do you do? Watch TV? Cook? Go out with friends? Bring friends over…”

“What!? Go out? I… there’s nowhere I’d want to go without you… I just sleep, maybe clean a bit, but not much. Why?”

“No reason, just curious since I leave you alone all day.”

“I don’t mind. You come home to me at the end of the day.”

“Yeah.”

“Is everything okay though?”

“Huh? Yeah, why?”

“You… you’ve been a bit distant… and… well… did I do something wrong?”

“No. Not at all.”

“Did something happen?”

“I…” You sighed. “One of my coworkers told me to be weary of hybrids and stuff, and I let it get to my head. I’m sorry. There’s no reason I shouldn’t trust you.”

“Oh… who said that?”

“It was just-”

“Jacob?”

“… how do you know that?”

“He doesn’t like me.”

“Huh?”

“When he was here last time… he kept giving me looks… I wanted him to leave… I wanted to tell you something but… you said the project was important…”

“Oh, Juyeon, I’m so sorry.” You went over to hug him. “I had no idea he was like that.”

“It’s not your fault… not everyone likes hybrids…”

“I like you, I like you a lot Juyeon. I’d never want someone like that to be near you. I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner.”

“I know I’m just a hybrid… and he’s… a person…”

“That doesn’t mean anything. You deserve just as much love and respect as anyone else.”

You grabbed Juyeon’s face, softly petting him and getting a smile out of him. You felt awful for having hurt him. You wanted to make it up to him, making his favorites and showering him with love and attention.

“You love me… right?”

“Juyeon, of course. You’re the best kitty I could ever ask for.”

Even though you kept apologizing to Juyeon, you still had to do the right thing. When you had a chance you asked to speak to Jacob in private. The two of you went over to an empty conference room. You weren’t sure how to bring up the subject, but he provided a perfect segway.

“How’s Juyeon?”

“That’s the thing… do you have a problem with hybrids?”

“What?”

“The other day you had told me to be weary of hybrids and that messed me up.”

“Why? Did Juyeon-”

“No! He’s a good hybrid, and hasn’t done anything bad. He was worried I hated him.”

“I-”

“Just cause you have a problem with hybrids doesn’t mean you need to push that onto me.”

“I’m not! Why are you so protective over him?”

“Cause he’s my hybrid? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Are you sure there’s not more?”

“Excuse me? What the hell are you implying.”

“I’ve heard-”

“You know what, nevermind. Just keep your prejudices to yourself.”

🖤

There was a slight tension between you and Jacob going forward but you kept things professional. You were coworkers above all, and no one commented on your relationship either.

“Juyeon, I’m gonna be out late tonight, so-”

“What? Why!?”

“Company dinner.”

“Do you have to go?” Juyeon whined. “I don’t wanna be alone.”

“It’s not something I can avoid.”

“But… please…”

“Juyeon.”

“Just go for a little bit, and then come home.”

“I… well I guess that’s not a bad idea.”

“See! Then together we can order food and watch TV, that sounds way better!”

“Okay. I’ll be home a little late tonight.”

“Awesome.”

Juyeon was very excited for the evening, so he made sure to clean up and set the mood. He had a few ideas for snacks and food, which would be decided later. There was still a couple hours before you got home, so Juyeon took a nap to help pass the time. For you work was simple, like any other day, and everyone was excited for the team dinner. At the end of the day you all went to a restaurant together. A round of drinks were ordered, and you only had a few with some light snacks. You stayed for a while before apologizing and excusing yourself.

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” A coworker asked. “The night is still young.”

“I know, but I promised Juyeon I wouldn’t be out late. I don’t want to leave him alone either.”

“He can take care of himself.” Jacob commented.

You threw a glare his way. “I’ll see you all next week.”

You waved goodbye to the others and made your way home. Juyeon happily greeted you and jumped into your arms.

“Hi, hi, I’m home.”

“Finally!” Juyeon whined. “You took forever.”

“But I’m here now.”

“Yeah, and why do you smell like alcohol?”

“I had a few drinks, but I’m okay. So, what movie have you picked out? And what are we having?”

You changed into some comfy clothes, ordering food and plopping down on the couch. Soon enough Juyeon joined you and pulled you close for cuddles. He got the door when the food arrived, making sure you were all comfy. Even though you both had been looking forward to the night, it had been a long day for you, plus some drinks, it wasn’t long before you were dozing off. Juyeon didn’t mind though, letting you rest in his arms. He softly ran his fingers through your hair, breathing in your scent.

“You should stay here with me.” Juyeon mumbled. “Where I can keep an eye on you, always. The world doesn’t deserve you.”

Juyeon leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to your head. A giggle escaped your lips, and he found it so cute. He pressed a few more kisses against your skin, liking where things were going. Yet he had to restrain himself. Holding you in his arms was enough for now. His hands trailed around your body. He couldn’t help how smooth your skin was, and decided to do something a little risky. He drew out his claws, pushing down your shirt just a bit to expose your shoulder. Then he lightly nicked your skin, drawing the letter J on your back. He stared at the mark with a content smile, his own little stamp.

When the movie ended Juyeon helped you to bed, gently laying you down and letting you sleep while he cleaned up. He joined you when he was done, cuddling with you in his arms. Come morning he thought to let you sleep in, but to his surprise by the time he woke up you were already out of bed and in the kitchen. He sleepily made his way over to you, coming up from behind to hug you and rest his head on your shoulder. You chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I’m sorry about last night.”

“It’s okay, it was nice to just be with you.”

“I can make it up to you today. Whatever you want to do.”

“Anything?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Drinks?”

“You wanna drink?”

“I want to try it, at least once.”

“Hm. I’ll have to double check to make sure it’s safe, but alright.”

“Really!?”

“Sure.”

Juyeon was so excited he kissed your cheek, getting a chuckle out of you. He cautiously peeked under your shirt to see the mark he made, pressing a soft kiss against it. You promised drinks, so you double checked to make sure if anything in particular would be bad for his health, then the two of you went out to shop. There were a variety of drinks to choose from and flavors, so Juyeon was very excited as he browsed. You bought some food as well and made your way home. Juyeon set everything up again like last night and brought over some glasses, happily letting you pour him a drink.

“To the best owner ever.” Juyeon toasted.

“To the best hybrid ever.”

You watched Juyeon take a sip fist, seeing that sour face of his and laughing. Still, he persisted and you drank from your glass as well. The two of you settle on the couch, having a few drinks in you before you started getting ditzy. You were a lightweight, and Juyeon kept up with you a decent amount. He seemed to be taking the alcohol better than you. Since he liked your state so much he put on some music and pulled you close to slow dance, guiding your hand.

“Isn’t this perfect?” Juyeon mumbled. “Just me and you.”

“Hm…”

“It should always be this way. I don’t need anyone else, and neither do you.”

“Juyeon.”

“Yes?”

“You’re cute.”

“As are you.” Juyeon nuzzled your neck. “You’re mine.”

“Mine…”

Juyeon started pressing soft kisses to your neck, his lips trailing up until they met yours. He leaned in close, hungry for a deep taste of you. It wasn’t until you were both out of breath that he pulled away. He knew you were tipsy and probably wouldn’t remember the night, but he didn’t care. In this moment you were all his.

🖤

“Juyeon…”

“Good morning.”

“Hm…”

You opened your eyes, finding yourself wrapped up in Juyeon’s arms. You snuggled against him, trying to ignore the bits of hangover you were feeling.

“Did you sleep alright?” Juyeon asked.

“Yeah… you?”

“Never better.”

“Shall I get some hangover soup?”

“We can go get some in a bit.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“Juyeon…”

“Hm?”

“Your anniversary is coming up.”

“My anniversary?”

“Six months of us being together… six months since I got you…”

“Wow, has it been that long?”

“Yeah, we should celebrate. What do you say?”

“Sure. We can have a party.”

“Cool. I’ll invite my friends over. I’m sure they’d love to see you.”

“That sounds fun.”

“Awesome!”

You were excited to celebrate Juyeon, and he was too. You talked about what to prepare, and you went over the guest list with him, already knowing who to black list. Through the week you mentioned your party to your coworkers, and you also texted your friends. Everyone was excited to come over and see Juyeon again, especially now that he’s grown. Although even if you were happy for the weekend, someone was keeping an eye on you.

Ever since the company dinner Jacob had been weary of your home life. Leaving early for a pet, that was ridiculous, and some of the other employees thought so too. Still, after the last conversation you two had, Jacob figured it was best to keep a distance. Maybe he was wrong in being suspicious or he was simply sticking his nose in someone else’s business. Yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He had heard rumors of you throwing a little party for Juyeon, and of course he wasn’t invited. There wasn’t really a problem with that until he noticed something odd. Jacob was passing by your desk when he noticed a purple mark just under the collar of your shirt.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“What happened to your neck?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You have a bruise.”

Jacob reached over and pulled down your collar, seeing the purple mark and recognizing it as a hickey. Then he noticed a scratch, seeing the letter J.

“What the hell are you doing!?”

You jumped up from your seat and shoved Jacob away from you. For days now you two hadn’t really spoken, and now he’s just yanking on your clothes. Your screaming brought forth a crowd, and everyone wanted to know what was going on.

“What is your problem?”

“You have a bruise and-”

“That doesn’t give you the right to touch me!”

“I-”

“Stay away from me!”

You had to put the whole incident with Jacob behind you and just focus on happier things. When you got home Juyeon greeted you, excited for the night, and he also greeted the guests as they arrived. He was getting all the attention as he was the star of the party. Although he did keep you close, still a bit nervous with all these people around. It was a good night until the party crasher showed up. It was Juyeon’s only concern.

“Who let you in?”

You noticed Jacob by the door, rushing over to him before anyone noticed something was up. You tried to shove him out, but he held his ground. He grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him.

“Jacob!”

“Has he been hurting you?”

“What?!”

“I told you hybrids could be dangerous.”

“Jacob-”

“You have a bruise, no, a fucken hickey! And claw marks, are you-”

“What are you talking about?”

“Haven’t you noticed? Or… you haven’t seen it, have you?”

“I don’t-”

“No one invited you!”

Juyeon was quick to notice you were gone, and then began to hear some low yelling. He quickly rushed over and pulled you away from Jacob, hissing.

“You! What have you been doing to y/n!? She’s all marked up and bruised because of you!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

It was pissing Juyeon off that Jacob even knew about such things, but that wasn’t important right now. The two were glaring at each other, and you tugged at Juyeon, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Jacob, I need you to leave, or I’ll call security.”

“Call them, your hybrid needs to be removed!”

“Jacob!”

“Take that back!”

Juyeon didn’t hesitate to jump at Jacob, claws out. He scratched his face a bit before you yanked him back.

“Juyeon, stop it!”

“I want him gone!” Juyeon yelled. “If I see him again-”

“Juyeon, that’s enough, come on. This isn’t-”

Juyeon pulled you close and away from Jacob, hissing at the boy. You had to pull him further into the house, having drawn attention. It seemed the party was over. Some of your other coworkers took Jacob, and then it was just you and Juyeon. You were relieved the issue was over, for now, and collapsed to the floor.

“Y/n…” Juyeon mumbled. “I… I’m sorry…”

“Are you okay?”

“I am… what about you? I didn’t mean to ruin the night…”

“It’s not your fault. This was your party and I… I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t invite him, right?”

“No, no I didn’t…”

“What was he doing here?”

“He said I had bruises and marks on my back, but I feel fine. He keeps trying to push this idea that you’ve hurt me.”

“I would never do such a thing.” Juyeon whined.

“I know, I know.”

“Maybe you should get another job.”

“You know that’s not a bad idea.”

“Work from home maybe.”

You chuckled. “So I don’t leave the house?”

“That would be ideal.”

“I’ll consider it. We should still make the most of the night, it was your party after all.”

“It’s okay.”

“Come on, I did get you a cake.”

You got up and took Juyeon’s hand, taking him over to the kitchen. You got the cake out of the fridge, getting a candle and lighting it as well. Juyeon watched you with wide eyes, a precious smile on his face.

“Happy six month anniversary.” You smiled. “Make a wish.”

Juyeon closed his eyes and made his wish before blowing out the candles and then leaned over to press a kiss on your cheek. Things may not have gone to plan this night, but he was happy nonetheless.

“What did you wish for?”

“I just wish to have you in my life.”

“I already am.”

“Then my wish came true.”

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TFP Yandere Arcee- The Protective Yandere

This one is probably the worst so far with gore, though it's not too descriptive. Mild mention of human blood. Take a little caution with this one.

Arcee was hesitant to let you or Jack in. Both of you had come to the base together, you being June’s sibling. You found out at the same time Jack had, with the decepticons almost killing you both.

You were a fairly chill, laid back person who Arcee got along well with. Your sarcastic personality reminded her a lot of Cliffjumper.

You were hesitant to stay in the base, knowing that there was a whole war going on. You didn’t want to be involved in that at all. Jack managed to convince you to stay though, much to Arcee’s joy.

When June was angry with Jack for ‘getting a motorcycle’ you calmed her down. “Jack isn’t a little kid anymore, June. He paid for the bike, and I’m sure he’ll be responsible.”

Arcee often takes you out on drives- mostly because you’re an adult and you’re allowed to go out at night (which is her favorite time to go out).

On missions, she’ll keep you close to her at all times. She refuses to ever lose another partner.

On one mission you encountered a fierce decepticon called Viceviper. The seeker was new to Earth but not new to Arcee. Their fight was vicious as they exchanged blow after blow on eachother. As soon as one would get the upper hand, the other would land a devastating blow.

Arcee eventually fell to the ground as Viceviper landed a harsh kick to her middle. Viceviper let out a manic giggle. “Well Arcee, I always knew we’d end up like this. I’ve waited for this day for millions of years!”

Arcee growled at the bot and tried to stand, but Viceviper slammed her foot down onto Arcee’s middle.

You watched in horror as Viceviper raised up her blaster and aimed it at Arcee’s spark chamber. Before you could register what you were doing, you leaned down to the ground and scooped up a fairly big rock. Using all of the strength you could, you whipped it at the con’.

A loud clang sounded from the Viceviper’s armor. She turned her head to see the rock falling. As soon as her eyes landed on you, a wicked grin set on her face. “Arcee! You have a little pet.” Viceviper kicked Arcee down again and began making her way towards you.

You backed away in fear. You looked at Arcee who was trying to force herself up from the ground. She was clearly in a lot of pain but was trying to save you.

That was when you decided that you wouldn’t back down from this decepticon. You looked up at her with a fierce glare on your face. “Don’t you dare lay a hand on her again!” You shouted.

Viceviper howled with laughter, “Oh? And what are you gonna do about it? You little fleshbag?”

You took your pocket knife out of your shorts and aimed it at her. “I may be small, but I’m not to be messed with. So come on, try me!”

Viceviper laughed and reached down to grab you/ When she did, you dodged and aimed for the spot between her armor plates- right to her fuel lines. She yelped in pain as she reared back and checked her arm. A new fiery rage erupted while she cursed aloud at you. She swipes at you with a new rage as you dodge again and climb onto her arm.

Arcee watches in horror as you dangle from Viceviper’s arm. She watches as you struggle to climb to her shoulder, stabbing her fuel lines as you go. The decepticon falls to her knees as she tries to bat at you. After four swipes, she manages to throw you off.

Arcee is filled with a blind rage when she sees your body collide with a tree. Her mind goes blank as she runs towards Viceviper. She rips at her arms, managing to tear it off. As a final blow, her clawed servo reached through her enemy’s chest, ripping her spark out.

Viceviper fell to the ground in a dead heap. Energon leaked through her wounds, covering the ground a bright neon blue. Arcee should be horrified by what she’d just done- but she isn’t.

She quickly dropped to her knees by your side. You were unconscious, and bleeding lightly from your head. She wiped her hands of the energon in the nearby grass and carefully picked you up.

“Ratchet, I need a groundbridge now! (Y/N)’s been hurt.” Ratchet quickly opened the bridge and took you from Arcee. He laid you on a medical cot and began looking over your injuries.

Optimus walked over to Arcee and placed a gentle servo on her shoulder. “Arcee, what happened? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” she pushed his servo off. “Ratchet, are they okay?”

Ratchet hums at her, nodding. “I think that they just have a mild head injury. They will be fine with some rest.”

Arcee vents with relief. She didn’t leave your side until you woke up, where she apologized for not protecting you. You, of course, didn’t blame her. You asked her what happened after you were knocked out, but she only told you “She won’t hurt you ever again.”

And she never will. No one ever will. Because if they ever try, she’ll rip their beating sparks out and watch them bleed out.

She will never lose another partner ever again- even if she has to run away with you to protect you.

#yandere #yandere arcee #yandere tfp #transformers #yandere transformers #tfp arcee #transformers prime #yandere transformers prime #tw gore #tw death #tw yandere #arcee x reader #yandere arcee x reader #tw blood #maccaddam

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Best Underrated Anime Group A Round 1: #A2 vs #A7

#A2: Girls do DIY together, but after a new industrial revolution

This series takes place after the Fourth Industrial Revolution. Serufu and her childhood friend Miku/“Purin” both applied to an elite school, where advanced technologies are incorporated into the curriculum. The tech-savvy Purin is accepted into the school, but accident-prone Serufu is rejected and enters a traditional school instead, driving a wedge into their friendship.

On her way to class one day, Serufu encounters Rei, who has a passion for old-fashioned crafts and is the head of the school’s Do-It-Yourself (DIY) Club—which is in danger of closing due to a lack of members. Realizing that this may be her chance to repair her relationship with Purin, Serufu joins the club in hopes of creating projects that could bring them together once more.

#A7: Immortal being learns what it’s like to be human

This show is about an immortal being learning of death, life, and what it means to be human. They’re able to shapeshift into anything they create an emotional bond with, but with a cost: if they wish to transform into a living being, including people, that person has to have died.

Titles, propagandas, trailers, and poll under the cut!

#A2: Do it Yourself!!

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It’s just a really feel-good series with some really good characters. I adore all of the characters and their dynamics with each other, especially the main dynamic between Serufu and Purin as it develops. I’m a really big fan of the show’s angle on stuff such as do-it-yourself crafts following another industrial revolution, just because it does frequently bring up the question of “What’s the point of DIY if in a year or two/maybe even now a robot could recreate the exact same result?” through characters like Purin (who is the major character with the lowest opinion on these kinds of crafts at the start, since she’s in the technologically advanced school and has beliefs more in line with the efficacy of technology rather than the joy of human creation), with the short answer largely being because it’s just fun!

I first watched this show before I saw a lot of AI stuff intruding upon art and rewatching it after sure was fun, because I love its ideas on the worth of doing stuff that machinery could do much faster. It’s not super complex or emotional, but that largely goes in its favor, because it really doesn’t need to be those. It’s just a fun little anime about a bunch of girls having fun together through one shared hobby that some of them had from the start and some of them adopted. I also love the opening, and the ending is a massive comfort song for me. The series can also be very funny at points, and is usually super heartwarming.

Trigger Warnings: None.

#A7: To Your Eternity (Fumetsu no Anata e)

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I don’t think I’ve ever watched an anime that has meant so much. Fushi’s journey from being born as nothing and without emotions, to becoming a genuine, real person who loves and cries is so special to me. The constant war he’s in between being too human and being not human at all is written so well—for him to love so much it hurts, leading him to isolate himself for years on end, for him to want to make friends, to love, but too afraid of them leaving and eventually dying to meet anyone new. For him to get so detached from life and death and the cycle it perpetuates that he loses understanding of why human life is so special—why should he save people, if they will die anyway? Why should he save them, if he can just bring them back to life, if he can just become them? The constant cycle of him learning to love again, and learning to treasure life again, only to lose it once he’s experienced death in a new and agonizing way. It’s about love, and it’s about humanity. Always.

Trigger Warnings: Animal Cruelty/Death, Child Abuse, Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore, Racism, Rape/Non-Con, Self-Harm, Suicide

All TW’s apply to the protagonists, except child abuse and the racism. The world itself has hints of racism/discrimination throughout the anime, and not directly towards the protagonist. As for the rape, an antagonist attempts to rape the protagonist. There is a ton of self harm (protagonist and side characters) and blood as there is a lot of wars also happening in the anime

If you’re reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

#oh wow this match-up are of two very different genres #anime #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #animated show #do it yourself #to your eternity #fumetsu no anata e #do it yourself!!#group stage #group stage round 1 #tournament polls #group a

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wowbright · 1 year

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Fic: Personal Revelation

Klaine Valentine’s Challenge 2023: “Annie's Song" by John Denver (Day 7 prompt)

Words: ~1000 words

Rating: Mature

Summary: Kurt gains a new perspective.

I’m back with more vignettes from my Mormon!Klaine universe for Klaine Valentines 2023! This vignette takes place right after Crazy For You (after Blaine comes out to Kurt and they kiss & make out for the first time).

My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost.

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Kurt took a detour into the bathroom while Blaine headed to the kitchen to start the kettle. He needed a moment alone, a moment to gather his bearings. He was drunk on love. Blaine filled his senses—the sweet, familiar smell of him; the taste of his mouth and skin; the warmth of his touch in new places, the reverence with which Blaine had run his fingers over Kurt’s chest and back and the sensitive skin of his neck, like Kurt was a gift from God.

Things Kurt had once thought were profane were the opposite of that. They were sacred. The body Kurt had been given, and the body Blaine had offered to Kurt, were vessels of grace. The physicality of Blaine’s arousal, of his own, didn't fill Kurt with shame. The memory of it—Blaine’s hardness against Kurt’s hip, of the way Blaine had shivered with the discovery of this new pleasure, of how close he had come to cresting over the edge, to flying—made Kurt’s heart leap in his chest.

Kurt found himself laughing. He couldn't contain his joy.

But a long, serious conversation was ahead of him. And it would be difficult. It was one thing to leap forward in the heat of the moment. It was another thing to talk it through, to plan it, to weigh the pros and cons.

Premeditation made sexual activity more sinful, according to the church. In high school, the other kids had judged Quinn for getting knocked up with a baby she couldn't raise. Why didn't she used birth control? But Kurt had admired her for it—to the extent that he could admire anyone who indulged in sexual sin—because it meant she hadn't planned the transgression. She’d had a momentary lapse in judgment with lifelong consequences. But at least she hadn't compounded the seriousness of her sin by planning ahead for it.

It had never occurred to Kurt that what she’d done might not have been a sin at all—though he had wondered, when he’d visited her in the hospital and held Beth to his chest, struck with awe at her tiny breaths and her beating heart, how God could hold Quinn’s sin against her when the result was such a miracle.

Kurt turned on the faucet and splashed cold water over his face. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely. He was reminded of standing in the baptismal font in the Munich stake center, watching Chiko smile as the water washed over her. Today Kurt was going through a similar renewal.

Blaine loved him. Not the way Blaine loved everybody. He loved Kurt especially—thought Kurt was beautiful and sexy and desirable, even at his worst. All those times over the past weeks and months when Blaine had looked at him in a way that sent sparks of recognition through Kurt’s body, when Kurt felt connected to him by some eternal thread, when they had held each other's gaze and seemed to be speaking a silent language all their own—all that had been real. It hadn't all been in Kurt’s head.

Blaine seemed awash in longing because he was.

Kurt could trust his own heart, his own intuitions. The love he felt for Blaine was real, and returned.

If Kurt’s heart had been telling him the truth all along when it came to Blaine, where else had it been telling him the truth? Where else had it spoken, only for him to ignore it?

Kurt thought of that sacred night years ago when he’d prayed for relief from who he was, from the need for a kind of love and connection the Plan of Salvation had no room for. He had been so earnest, so certain that if only he believed hard enough, if only he prayed without ceasing, God would turn him into the man the brethren expected him to be.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, a sense of peace had come upon him. Not because his prayer had been answered, but because God had taken Kurt into his heart and told him it was the wrong prayer. You are wonderfully made, God had told him instead. Marvelous are my works; let your soul know it right well.

Kurt had felt such acceptance, such relief. God didn't need him to change. It was the kind of personal revelation the church promised to its faithful members, the ones who fulfilled their callings and paid their tithing and did everything the church asked of them. That's who Kurt had been all through high school—all through his life, up until the moment he’d met Blaine.

But instead of treating it as revelation, instead of accepting it fully, Kurt had tempered its meaning. He had twisted it into God has made me this way, but that doesn't mean I should live according to the way he made me. It means I should struggle, because the struggle is what will make me progress. The suffering is what will make me holy.

How many spiritual experiences had Kurt perverted in this way? Kurt had been right, that evening at Jana and Liesl’s, but so had Blaine: Love one another. God is love. Those were the fundamentals. The rest of it was window dressing. And Kurt was expert at window dressing, at adding bows and baubles to what was already beautiful in its simplicity. He had taken the heart of the gospel, the personal messages given to Kurt by God, and bedazzled them to distraction.

There was no guilt in this realization. Kurt had done it because that's what he’d been taught to do—through years of Sunday school and priesthood quorums and seminary, through the example of the brethren, through the words spoken at general conference after general conference.

These additions and elaborations had instilled fear in Kurt. They had whispered threats to him, promised he would feel dirty and disgusting if he ever lived the fullness of his creation.

He was supposed to feel sinful.

Instead, he felt free.

The scales were falling from his eyes.

#klainevalentines2023 #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #wowbright writes fic #mormon!klaine #there's no actual making out in this but I rated it mature to be on the safe side #my klaine valentines 2023

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bryan360 · 11 months

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Here’s my note before I’ll get started….

(NO COPYING OR PLAGIARIZING FROM ME AND ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIEND’S WORK! THAT INCLUDES OUR CHARACTERS, DESIGNS, STUFF, ETC. IMPOSTERS AND SEXBOTS ARE NOT WELCOME TO FOLLOW MY BLOG WHATSOEVER! 😡 That will be all….I mean it.)

Item Review of 2023 - My NexiGo NS32 Controller (Part 1/Unboxing and Comparison) (March. 15th, 2023)

I’m up for another review share, everyone! Previously where I got the mashup style for three of my new accessories, it’s time I went moving on for something controlling tech related. Today is where I’m getting started with my new video game controller I’d obtain from last year’s Christmas. Same goes to my new Xbox controller; which will be waiting for my future review soon. For now, here’s mine to share first: A NexiGo NS32 Controller. I’d picked it from Amazon.com for $40 affordable price; at least as an alternative choice. The reason because originally I’m supposed to get this new controller from the same brand I had with the TV Dock. (Link Here #1) (Link Here #2)

It was a bit disappointing, but hope there’s another time to save it the near future. At least I got with this one from the brand NexiGo; in which had all kind of tech and accessories to check out. (Link Here #3)

⬆️ (1st through 4th Images; after unboxing and checking my new controller from front to back) (March. 15th; from 2:44 P.M. to 2:50 P.M.)

Anyways, here’s what I picked for a new controller; as I going through unboxed and making comparisons to my previous controllers. Except with my Joy-Cons because it’s different from these controllers I’m using. I’ll see I can save it after this review is done.

While going through unboxing for a moment, the package does includes the USB Type-C charging cable and a user manual. This is sure to be enough to get started with my new controller. Speaking in which, it features turbo function and displaying RGB Lighting. Nice! This is the first time I’ll be using for my Nintendo Switch system; especially if I would to try out its turbo functionality. Hope it won’t be too complicated while working on either of my games I have. Did I forget to mention the color theme I’ve picked? The “Comic Nebula” theme looks nice to choose. There’s other variety themes to choose from, but at least I’m going for with this one.

⬆️ (5th through 10th Images; after did a comparison to my other video game controllers) (March. 15th; from 3:36 P.M. to 3:41 P.M.)

⬆️ (11th through 12th Images; I nearly forget til a month later; as I already did this one while doing stacking each controllers in side to side comparison) (April. 30th; from 9:56 A.M. to 9:57 A.M.)

⬆️ (13th through 14th Images; another one when trying to stack with my Xbox One controller) (May. 23rd; from 2:54 P.M. to 2:55 P.M.)

Now I’m moving to comparison with my two controllers; from Xbox One to my old YCCTEAM controller. They’re in similarly shape and designed alike from my new controller to compared; so does everything else. However, the YCCTEAM controller fair match better with my new controller; aside having different color plates and grips after holding them together.

As for my Xbox One controller though, the stick caps apparently show its ages as I going through this review. Here’s a close-up look from its analog stick. I’ve tried to cover up with my other caps; which is from the unboxing accessories for my Nintendo Switch Joy-Cons. Though I know it was bit too small until I’m waiting for the bigger ones from Amazon.com.

⬆️ (15th through 18th Images; where I’d covered with these caps) (May. 27th; from 1:22 P.M. to 1:25 P.M.)

Right now, my mom wasn’t here at the house while she’s on important work or something. Hoping she’ll be coming back home.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this first parter after unboxing and comparing to my other controllers. So far of my overall thoughts, it matches with my previous YCCTEAM controller right up. However with my new one stands out for its “Cosmic Nebula” color plate theme, RGB Lighting, and turbo functionality. Can’t wait to get started for the next one, but while going through testing phase first. I got it recorded in videos already, so don’t miss it. 😉👍

Photos - created by me (Don’t steal for plagiarism! 😡)

Tagged: @murumokirby360 @carmenramcat @alexander1301 @rafacaz4lisam2k4 @paektu

#review #item review #tech #misc #video game controller #video game #nexigo #enhanced video game controller #enhanced #part one #unboxing #comparison #may 2023 #may 28th 2023

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watchtheblog · 7 months

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as always, hello to my 9 true real life friends, the 22 of you in close friends, my 40 internet besties, the handful of you i was able to lure over here with a LiNk iN BiO, at least one of the girls who copy and pasted my internet persona for her 200 followers, some other weirdos, biters, and haters (and their partners), my therapist if i ask her to read this to understand me better, and anyone else who is here and can read this!!

as a preface to a list of extravagant gifts i wish to receive for my birthday (tuesday, 26 september), i am going to tell you a little story. if you don’t care and just want to buy me a gift or just want to use this to curate yours, scroll to the bottom. (if you need inspiration from years past, i’ve been making this list for 10 years.)

without further silliness: it’s been a few years since i’ve expressed my disdain for traditional “fun” but what better time than on the eve of the eve of my birthday to dive back into it.

i define traditional fun as anything social, anything that involves hanging out with multiple friends, or any activity that takes place at a “venue” or anywhere there are dozens to hundreds or more people present doing what one would describe as “having a good time”.

if it’s a: gathering, get together, party, or event, it’s a: no.

i’d rather be run over by a lime scooter than sit at a dinner with more than 3 people i know, and if a new person is involved, “meeting me” better be on their bucket list because the *stranger to acquaintance* pipeline crashed in 2018 when a woman propositioned me in whole foods for a raya “friend pass” (again: she was a stranger), conned me out of my phone number, and then proceeded to send me her uber referral link 15 times until i blocked her.

*i should clarify before i go further that i’m not a hater. i’m so happy that people are enjoying themselves. i think everyone deserves to be happy and to smile and laugh and have such a little blast wherever and whenever they want!!! i just do not want to be near anyone who is doing that. ◡̈ *

PDF (public displays of fun) is anathema to me, and for this reason i don’t like to leave my house on the weekends because that’s when most people are convening, rendezvous-ing, coming together in droves to enjoy themselves in shared public space.

a notable exception to this rule is a restaurant or bar, because there will always be some miserable couple having the worst night of their lives or someone in a corner arguing with someone who is gaslighting them at 2:45am.

like me one time, in my “having no respect for myself” era, when an ex boyfriend swallowed a black label burger and then convinced me *i* was being weird for feeling hurt that he was going to take me home and then go see a midnight movie with his friends… on christmas eve.

v funny behavior.

(it was actually v fine because - surprise surprise - i hate movies, and movie theaters… and in all honesty i hated his ass, too.)

anyway! that’s the kind of stuff i love to see going on in public: messy nonsense, the seeds of trauma sprouting, not unflappable joy!!!!!

when i lived in new york during this time of no self-respect, i often found myself doing things i didn’t want to do. like, going to the club.

THE CLUB is a unique coming together of an inexhaustible list of things i do not like: first and foremost: DJs. secondarily: people i don’t know, big groups of people, being in a confined space, men with weird attitudes, herve leger, anyone wearing a “fashion hat”, music, other miscellaneous loud noises, social nepotism, people being coy about doing cocaine, cocaine, moving my body to a beat, being illuminated by phone light, stickiness, dirty bathrooms, unidentified wetness, and i could go on!!

the only thing i like about the club is screaming in close proximity to someone’s ear (although the fact that it’s done out of necessity takes some joy out of it) and one other thing:

that every single time i ever went to the club, without fail, a man would sidle up to my girlfriend after unsuccessfully trying to hit on me and utter some version of “what is wrong with your friend?” to her.

for my birthday, i’d love to attend an event filled entirely with those men.

it’s tuesday, so if you can’t manage to do that, here are the treasures i’d like:

(disclaimer: all i want for my birthday is for me and everyone i love and support and everyone who loves and supports me to be healthy and happy and rich, and for all of their dreams to come true (and for everyone i don’t like to accidentally commit a misdemeanor that hurts no one but is punishable by jail so they can have some time to think and find God), and for you to donate to the boys and girls club if you have the means. but here are some things i think would be funny or nice or stupid to receive:)

the intangible: to mysteriously but unsuspiciously come into 100 million dollars, that i am always perceived as a genius in the daytime, a beauty at night, and a bop on instagram, that when i get married no more than ten people RSVP, that everyone knows i’m joking about starting a cult but that when i start my cult you will all join, that no one i know ever prepares a picnic for me as a gesture of kindness or romance, that people stop misusing the word gaslighting as it takes away from those of us who are working on perfecting the art, to one day start a tequila company and for that to not be corny, for all my bot followers to gain sentience and break free from their bot farm confines to engage with me, that my mouth never writes a check my ass can’t check, to - at whatever cost - gain possession of the remaining episodes of a&e’s deeply perverse and immediately cancelled “adults adopting adults” and put every person on that show in a subterranean jail for life, to be wealthy enough to donate anonymously, for someone to get real about cancelling daylight savings time, that i remain beloved, hilarious, brilliant, and humble, that i am my best friends’ best friend, and that anyone who dislikes me never finds peace (so far so good!).

the ones you can buy:

i hate to say this but if someone doesn’t come up with $4000 and buy me this max mara coat (xs) i am going to have an asthma attack.

a speaker for my house so i can listen to my cult (meditation) a more reasonable version (black)

also to listen to cult (black) - you can engrave these, what a treat

these sheets (white/white; king)

i know this maybe for a man but this maybe also for a man??? (idk?! do men have money?!?!) this in black ok this is exhausting, i’d like a little card holder for my credit cards and it should cost one million dollars if possible thank you for understanding the parameters!!

a trip here, or here but i don’t travel with people so just for one please!! (i’m retired so i can go anytime!!)

a gift card to my dermatologist even though i don’t think you can buy a gift card from him but feel free to take a look at the services (i do hydrafacials, lasers, peels) and mail me some US currency! or be proactive and try to figure it out!!

this sweatshirt

this lighter i like

this necklace

this rattan tray gallivanting as “calfskin”????? lol this is better :) i do not understand what is going on!!!

i just restocked but i will accept you buying this for yourself as a treat a gift to me bc i love it

i’d like to speak to the medium who has a show on bravo, please. this is him. i do not want to be “read” on the tv show. i do not want tickets to see his live show. i want to speak to a dead person through this man. one on one. (you can come if you organize it.)

a baby phat tracksuit - no link bc they’re relaunching (on my birthday…), but hopefully there’s a tracksuit on there.

here are some watches i’d like: one another one another one an insane one

a flight on emirates first class literally going anywhere!

this gorgeous vase or this one or this one; also this vase

or this one

this room spray (or it’s candle)

this art or this art or this art (i’m only half kidding)

this art or this art or this art

the cade candle from le labo (it’s not sold online i don’t think bc it’s special, like me!)

some gorgeous cartier stationery (i thought they made stationery… and i’m pretty sure they do but it seems they don’t… lol) this is an alt and so is this and these are cute (so i can write thank you cards for everyone who gets me a gift!!!)

ok thank you!!

#birthday lists #it's my birthday #my birthday #happy birthday #9/26; never forget #things i want #things that are great

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missywritesfor7 · 7 months

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🌺 Promise Flower | PJM 🌺

Synopsis: Jimin is a popular dance student and the best one at his university. Mina is a photography student and has known Jimin since high school. An idea for a photo project finds Mina getting closer to him than she ever has before. She learns how big his heart is, but also learns how closely he guards it. Every time she thinks he'll let her in, he pulls away again. Is it even worth the trouble?

Pairing: college student!Jimin x fem!oc

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 17: Merry Christmas? ||

Aside from Cindy being an absolute bitch, I did have a good time last night. Even better when Jimin came to save me and take me home. Of course we sat on that slide for quite a while first.

He came by today to take me to get my car from the bar parking lot. After I dumped my car back home we’ve been spending the better part of the day together. He’s been driving his dad’s car and I can tell he’s loving the freedom.

Both of our parents are working and his brother still has school for the remainder of this week so we’ve been joy riding and stopping by various shops to kill time. Everywhere we’ve gone we either run into someone who recognizes him or he turns bright red when he sees his face posted up on the wall like he’s in every shop’s hall of fame. He’s so shy and easily embarrassed, but it’s so endearing to me.

I’m sure by now the entire town knows we’re together. I feel like we’ve run into everyone, some I know, and many I don’t. However, everyone seems happy for us and that makes me feel good. We’ve even gotten a few free pastries and drinks just because we look “cute” together.

Later on Jimin drives me back home. My parents should be home by now and I told them I’d be back for dinner. When we pull up to the house I notice another car parked out front. I have no idea who’s car it is but I don’t think much about it. They tend to have visitors every once in a while so it’s nothing, but since I haven’t exactly told my parents that Jimin and I are together yet, I give him a kiss goodbye in the car hoping no one looks out the window and notices.

I’m not afraid to tell them that we’re together, and I certainly plan to do so very soon. I just want to find the right time to do it. Honestly I’m not sure why I’m nervous about telling them, I know they like him, I just don’t want to face a barrage of questions that come from them whenever I start dating someone.

When I step inside it’s like I can feel the difference in atmosphere in the air. I can hear tense voices coming from the kitchen and I know there’s nothing good happening. Against my better judgement I walk into the kitchen and instantly regret my decision.

“Mina!” A ragged male figure walks up to me and gives me a tight unwanted hug.

“Ryan? What are you doing here?” I ask trying to mask the disappointment in my voice. So much for having a peaceful holiday with my parents.

“It’s Christmas time!” Ryan says enthusiastically. “Did you think I wouldn’t be here? Plus I have great news!”

“Oh? What’s that?” I don’t want to know. I know I don’t want to know, but if I don’t act interested he’ll find a way to turn that into a fight.

“You’re going to be an aunt!” He says pointing to a very pregnant lady standing next to the counter.

“An aunt?” I ask very confused.

“Yeah,” Ryan exclaims. “Keri is pregnant!”

“Keri?” I say looking towards the pregnant lady. “Nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” she says barely above a whisper.

I almost want to pull her aside and ask her if Ryan is holding her hostage. My parents are standing there looking dumbfounded and Ryan looks over the moon. I know better than to think he’s just happy about becoming a father, the only time he looks this happy is when he’s ready to con someone out of money.

“Well…” my mom says slowly. “Now that everyone is here I guess I’ll get started on dinner.”

That’s it. Those are her magic words when she wants to occupy herself in order to disconnect from whatever is going on around her, usually my brother. My dad typically takes a seat on the couch and finds something on tv. Even if it’s something he doesn’t care to watch, he’ll turn it on and try to drown out whatever is happening around him.

Ryan takes Keri into the living room with my dad and I decide my best place is in the kitchen with my mom. We don’t say much but work together to get dinner prepared. We don’t really have to say anything right now because we both feel the same and we both know it.

Once dinner is ready everyone grabs a plate and takes a seat at the dining table. The air is so awkward and tense, I haven’t even fully processed the fact that Ryan is having a kid. Keri looks at least 5-6 months pregnant, so why is he just telling us this now?

“So…” my dad says trying to break the awkward silence. “Where were you, Mina? Your car was here so we thought you were home.”

“Right,” I say. “I was out with Jimin, he picked me up.”

“Jimin?” My mom asks perking up. “You two must have gotten very close since you go to the same school, especially since a lot of your photos are of him. How is he doing?”

“He’s good,” I reply nervously picking at my food. “We’re actually kind of dating…so yeah…”

“You and Jimin are dating?” My dad asks.

“The dancing kid?“ Ryan asks raising his brow.

“Yeah,” I repeat. “We’re dating now.”

“Oh Mina thats great!” My mom says with excitement. “How long have you been dating? He’s such a sweet boy and he comes from such a great family. Why didn’t you invite him in?”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be ok with me bringing him over without notice.”

“Of course we would be ok with it,” my dad says with a smile. “You can invite him over anytime.”

“The dancing kid?” Ryan repeats. “The kid who’s picture is everywhere in town? You’re dating him?”

“Yeah,” I say lowly poking at my food. I can tell by his tone he’s about to have a problem with something. I hate that my entire body starts to feel differently when I know he’s about to start an argument. This has happened so many times it’s ridiculous.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Ryan yells punching the table and startling everyone.

“What’s your problem?” My dad yells back.

“You always have to try to one up me!” Ryan yells in my direction. “I come here to tell everyone that we’re having a baby and you thought this was a good time to reveal that you’re dating the town’s It boy? Why didn’t you say anything about it when you got here yesterday? Why now??”

“I didn’t even know you would be here! Telling everyone today has nothing to do with you!” I’m fuming and my heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of my chest. Every time he’s around my anxiety is at its max and it’s always either fight or flight. Today seems like a fight day.

“You can’t even be happy for me! For us! Everyone always kisses your ass no matter what you do! You two didn’t have any emotion when I said we were having a baby!” He yells towards our parents. “This is your FIRST grandchild, but you’re all smiles and rainbows about Mina dating the dancing kid! This is bullshit!”

“Stop it!” My mom yells. “You know that’s not true, we’re happy about our first grandchild too.”

“BULL. SHIT!” He yells slamming the table again. “She’s always been your fucking favorite!”

“Look,” my dad says trying to calm everyone. “You came here after we haven’t heard from you in months and tell us you have a baby due in 3 months. It’s just a lot to process. It’s not that we aren’t happy for you, we just wish you would tell us these things sooner.”

“Well I didn’t have a phone for a while,” Ryan responds beginning his excuse train that he loves to go on every time he’s around. “And we didn’t have a car until now. But that shouldn’t matter! You all could try to be happy for me at least once!”

“We are happy for you!” My mom says starting to raise her voice. “We fed you and told you you could stay here as long as you needed, why can’t you be thankful for that? How could you say we’re not happy for you?”

“You have a funny way of showing it!”

“They could have left you outside if they didn’t give a shit,” I say trying to defend my parents. “They give you so much and all you do is take advantage of everyone and fight all the time!”

“Don’t try to fucking lecture me, little miss perfect! Why don’t you go see your perfect little boyfriend and fuck off!”

“Ryan!!” My mom yells. “Stop it right now or we will kick you out! We just want to have a peaceful holiday with the family, but if you continue like this we won’t let you stay here!”

They continue arguing back and forth and I’m trying my absolute hardest to take deep breaths and not fly across the table and beat him to a pulp. Keri has been sitting there this entire time with her head down not saying a word. It’s like she’s unfazed by the chaos going on around her.

The shouting continues echoing through my head and as usual I know I’m helpless to stop it. Why did they even let him in the house? Is this whole pregnancy another one of his schemes to manipulate everyone to give him what he wants? I’m still considering asking Keri if she’s a hostage. Blink twice if I should call the cops, something like that.

“ENOUGH!” My dad finally yells at the top of his lungs. “Everyone finish your meals and go to bed! We have work in the morning and don’t want to spend what should be a peaceful dinner yelling the entire time! No one say another word!”

My dad’s voice booms so loud I’m sure the entire neighborhood just heard him. When he switches to this tone we all know he’s one erroneous peep from throwing Ryan across the room and calling the police. It’s happened before and we all know not to test him when he reaches this point.

The rest of dinner is dead silent and suffocating. The tension is so thick that even the sound of a fork scraping a plate is enough to trigger a chain reaction. I try finishing my food quickly so I can retreat to my room and meditate. If things continue like this we won’t even make it to Christmas.

I quietly clean my plate off and head upstairs to my room locking the door behind me. I lay across my bed and stare at the ceiling a moment so I can get my heart rate back to normal. Then I grab my phone and text Jimin telling him about the shit show that just happened.

This is one of those times I wish we were back at school staying in our apartments. I would instantly get in my car and drive across the street to his place for comfort and healing. Anytime I get stressed out he would lay me across his lap and run his fingers through my hair. Sometimes he would hum a sweet song and I would close my eyes and imagine myself somewhere relaxing. I would love to be with him right now, but I guess texting will have to do for now.

Sadly this pattern continues through the week. Everyday Ryan starts an argument about something, and Keri sits there barely saying a word. Ryan uses his unborn baby to get what he wants, and I’m constantly walking on eggshells because everyone is on edge.

It’s like trying to get through a mine field. If I take a wrong step I’ll have to listen to Ryan insult the fact that I’m dating Jimin, or accuse me of being the favorite, which he’s been doing basically my whole life.

I try my best to find excuses to leave the house. Part of the time I’m with Jimin but despite my wants, I can’t be with him all the time. So at other times I journey around the city and do a little Christmas shopping.

Even when Christmas comes we’re not able to talk much, but we planned to meet the day after Christmas to exchange gifts.

Christmas Day should be filled with joy and the warm fuzzy feeling of spending time with family. Instead it’s incredibly tense and we all say very little to one another.

We exchange gifts which turns into Ryan complaining that my parents gave me way more stuff than him. We had no idea he would even be here so the gifts for him were all bought last minute and are mostly baby gifts. That wasn’t good enough for him, he wanted more for himself. Typical.

Keri thanks us for the gifts in her low timid tone and says very little else. She’s still not eliminating my suspicions of her being a hostage of some sort. I wish I could have a private chat with her but Ryan keeps her attached to his side like a pet.

After the most awkward Christmas dinner ever, I retreat to my room and begin putting Jimin’s gift together to give him tomorrow. I wasn’t sure what to get him, especially on my tiny budget, but I was able to find a couple things that I hope he’ll like.

I found a pair of large round sunglasses with a purple ombré tint that I thought would look really good on him, as well as a simple beret since he’s such a fashionista. At the last minute I also found a silly pair of socks with cute little chicks on them and decided to get them just for giggles.

As I’m getting everything together someone knocks on my door. I’m actually not in the mood to speak to anyone but I open the door anyway and instantly regret my decision. Ryan is standing there and I’m already mentally preparing for a fight.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” He asks.

“Um yeah I guess,” I respond letting him in. That’s my first mistake, but I know he’d kick and scream if I denied him so there’s really no winning in this situation.

“So,” he starts having a seat at the edge of my bed. “You know our baby is due in a few months.”

“Yeah?” I say with skepticism.

“I’ll be honest, we’ve been struggling. We don’t really have a place to stay and Keri can’t work since she’s so far along. I’m between jobs right now, you know no one is really hiring at the moment. We just need a little help right now, you know?”

I’ve heard this before, too many times. There wasn’t a baby that he could use for added sympathy before, but the lines are all still the same. He’s always between jobs. He’s always struggling. He’s always coming to us with some sob story asking for money.

“Ok? What are you trying to ask me?” I ask already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it directly from his mouth.

“We just need a few dollars right now. Something to hold us a bit while we try to get on our feet.”

“Why do you think I have a few dollars? I don’t even have a job myself.”

“How are you out shopping all the time? You have something.” He’s not quite yelling but his volume has gone up a couple of notches. My anxiety is already rising rapidly.

“I don’t have anything because I bought everyone gifts. You’re welcome.”

“Don’t you sell your little fucking pictures all the time?”

“I don’t make that much from my pictures. I’m lucky to get $50 in a month.”

That’s a lie. I began selling stock photos and doing small shoots for people from time to time a year ago and I make enough to not need a regular job which is perfect while I’m trying to finish school. I’m able to cover most of my rent with financial aid and the rest of my money is pretty much all for food, utilities, and for me to do what I want. My parents also help me a bit if I need it, but I will go to my grave before I tell him all of that.

“So you’re saying you spent all your money on gifts for your little boyfriend but you can’t support your own family and your unborn niece or nephew?”

“I spent my money on gifts for everyone. I even went out and bought Keri a gift. How are you going to say I don’t ‘support’ my family?”

Yes, I bought a cheap bath set from the drug store because I’m so nice I didn’t want to make her feel left out. Plus, I still think she’s a hostage so I won’t punish her for it.

“It seems like you put more thought into your boyfriend’s gifts though,” Ryan says with an attitude.

“If that’s all you wanted to say to me then you can go now.”

“Fine,” he huffs standing up and heading to the door. “I just hope you’re a better aunt than you are a sister.” He walks out and shuts the door aggressively behind him.

I know it’s not scientifically possible, but I swear I have steam coming out of my ears. How fucking dare he say that as if he’s been some sort of amazing brother! He’s never given me shit and I’ve never asked him for anything. But I’m the one who went out and bought him, his hostage, and their unborn baby each a gift at the last second because I didn’t want them to feel left out. I didn’t have to get them anything! Now he has the nerve to ask me for “a few dollars” with his guilt tripping sob story.

I’m fuming. I lay flat on my back across my bed and take a moment to do a breathing exercise. I haven’t had issues with my anxiety this bad in such a long time. Going to college proved to me that Ryan was the primary source and trigger of my anxiety and I had been doing so well until now.

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Pairing: Yandere! Bruno x reader

Prompt: “Tell me how much you love me”

Description: For someone who claimed to love you, Bruno sure was... strange about it. If he wanted you to love him back so bad, maybe he should have considered that before he kidnapped you and took your limbs hostage?

Content warning: Inappropriate use of a stand (unzipping readers limbs as a punishment), kidnapping, non con/dub con touching, crying, reader is a stand user, a little bit of mind break as a treat, ask to tag

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 1781

Notes: Finally I actually write a character yan when the prompt calls for it lol. Also sorry this took me so fucking long! I hope you enjoy I’m really on a roll tonight!! Also, this lowkey feels like a hot mess but I suppose it be like that the first time u write for a character. I guess I am still new here lol

Edited: Added more spacing, fixed minor grammar and spelling errors.

He always did this when you did something he didn’t like.

You did things he didn’t like often, though. It was fun to see how far you could push his patience; it was your one joy in this place. He hadn’t exploded on you, yet, but you were certain you could get him there.

Surely Bruno didn’t love you so much as he claimed to let every one of your so called ‘wrong doings’ go by the way side with his ridiculous punishments.

“Come now bella, you know how to make this stop.” Bruno cooed, just out of arms reach from you.

From the your mid thigh down, you had no limbs-- Sticky fingers doing. You could see your legs laying nicely on the bed a ways away from the arm chair you were set up in.

You were surprised you still had your arms; you thought Bruno had learned his lesson last time he got close to you and you used your Stand, Glory and Gore to give him a headache so strong no medicine could help it.

Your so called shared rooms was dimmed for days and you were allowed to make no sound. A small victory when it came to him. You figured after a stunt like that he would finally snap.

Unfortunately for you, it just lead to your current predicament.

“Why don’t you come a little closer and I can stop this all now.” You growled.

You weren’t stupid enough as to reach forward, lest you be stranded on the floor. However, Glory had a very small range. It was less than a meter, in fact, and she was most effective when you could touch your opponent.

Bruno simply tutted, frowning.

“It’s not that hard, _____,” Oh boy, he rarely called you by anything than one of his other pet names.

You must have really upset him!

“All you have to do is tell me how much you love me and I’ll put you back together.” He smiled softly at you.

As charming as he was, you were well past falling for his facade. No, you would be as unruly and terrible as you could for as long as Bruno kept you trapped here against your will.

“Hmm…” You pretended to think about it a moment. “Well… I don’t think I want to.” You kicked the stubs you had left of your thighs, and shrugged a little. “I mean, its kinda nice having you far away from me for once. After all, who knows what Glory and I have in store for you this time.”

You figured, next time he got close enough to touch you should give him some gross disease, or maybe just get it over with and give him a heart attack. You were tired of playing these games with him.

You watched with delight as he frowned. The two of you were at a standstill, of course. If Bruno died by your hand before Sticky Fingers rezipped your limbs it wouldn't be fantastic for you. You could probably make it back to your legs and have Glory heal you before you bled out but it wasn’t really a chance you wanted to take.

“What a shame…” he sighed, rising from his seat and moving towards the bed where your legs lay.

“Hey what the heck do you think you’re doing?” Calmly, he sat by your legs on the bed. “Don’t you touch my legs Bruno!”

“It’s a shame I can only touch you when you’re like this cara. Don’t you know how good I could make you feel?” Despite his sweet tone, Bruno's touch did anything but calm you.

You hated that you could feel the heat of his hand resting on your legs, how you could feel his fingers gently tapping your skin.

“W-wait, wait!” You cried.

All you wanted to do was pull your legs up to yourself. You hated other people touching you-- Bruno the most. He was always so handsy when you weren’t paying attention…

“I’ll say it, I’ll say it! Just please, please stop touching me… you know how uncomfortable that makes me…” You sighed softly, looking down at where your legs should be.

With one final kiss to your thigh (you hated the way it raised goosebumps to your flesh) Bruno rose with a satisfied smirk, returning to his seat before you.

“So, was there something you wanted to say to me bella?” You swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

You had been here this long, you at least knew what he wanted to hear and how he liked it said…

“Bruno…” You sighed, softening your tone in the soft and demure way that he seemed to like. Already, he was eating it up. “I just want you to know that…” You paused a moment, watching with disgust as his pupils dilated and his cheeks dusted with color.

“...I hate you! I hate you so much some days I wonder how I use to tolerate being in your squad. I don’t know how I’ve manged so far stuck with you!” You raised your voice, yelling at him now.

He was silent a moment, his face dark. Boy, he really must not have liked that… maybe you finally pissed him off enough to let you go or kill you. Or give you the chance to kill him, that would be great!

“You simply don’t know when to give up…” Bruno sighed heavily, rising dramatically from his chair.

“Give up? I won’t ever stop fighting you Bruno! I won’t ever love you!” You pushed him further, glaring with pure malice in your eyes as he only stocked closer to you.

You were so caught up in your emotions, you didn’t even think to attack him, crying out instead when he used his superior speed and strength against you.

“Sticky Fingers!” In a moment, Bruno held your arms in his, frowning all the while. You didn’t even know how it happened but your stand was useless if you couldn’t touch him with your hands.

And there was no way you could control your limbs if they weren't connected to your body.

“B-bruno wait, no!”

You were helpless to stop him as he unceremoniously tossed your arms to join your legs on the bed. He loomed before you now, staring down at your useless form. You squirmed under his intense.

“I-I don’t care what your punishment is, I’ll say I love you as many times as you want me to but please, please don’t touch me!” You begged him now, leaning back farther in the seat as best you could.

Bruno ignored you, picking up your body as if you weighed nothing and taking your seat in the armchair. Once seated, he sat you in his lap, snugly wrapping his arms around your waist as you did your best to struggle out of his grasp.

It was useless, you both knew, but Bruno didn’t bother to stop you.

“Ah ah, you had your chance for forgiveness cara. But you couldn’t just say you loved me…” Bruno sighed, brushing some hair away from your neck. You couldn’t see his face and for that, you were glad.

“Now you have to deal with your real punishment. I hope you understand.” All you could do was whimper and he pulled you closer and placed what someone might call a sweet kiss on your neck.

“P-please, wait.” Your struggling had stopped altogether, now you were trying to squirm out of his touch.

You hated it, hated the way his calloused hands felt so pleasant, how his lips felt so soft against your skin and that even now, when he claimed to be punishing you, he was nothing but gentle.

“Anything else!” You begged.

Bruno merely tipped your head to the side for better access to your neck. You went limp as he began to leave a mark, a pitiful little whimper leaving your as Bruno indulged in holding you, in showing you his love.

You really did hate Bruno-- everything about him drove you crazy. Most of all, though, you hated how… he seemed to be wearing you down. Because as the time passe his touch seemed less and less terrifying and more… pleasant. Comforting almost.

“You’re doing so good for me tersoro… Imagine just how sweet this could be if you behaved.” You only nod at his words, too lost in your thoughts to really say anything. “It’s not so hard to be docile, is it?”

Bruno dared to place a chase kiss on the corner of your lips. You knew you were done for when your lips when to follow his and saw the sweet smile on his face. “Now, bella, was there something you had to say to me?” He waited patiently, turning you in his lap so you were forced to meet his gaze.

“I… love you Bruno.”

You don’t know what disgusted you more; how easy the words slipped from your tongue, or how Bruno’s blue eyes lit up in pure delight as you muttered the words.

They could very well be true, from how Bruno had you acting at this point.

“You’re doing so well cara! Was that so hard?” He laughed softly, resting his forehead against yours.

You stayed silent, letting the words you just said wash over you. Maybe it was true… You had been here so long, you didn’t know anymore.

Did you love Bruno?

Maybe, if he was the only person you would ever see again. Perhaps you didn’t hate him, but yourself--for ever allowing yourself to fall for a despicable man like him.

“Now, lets get you back together again, hmm?” His voice was nothing if not soft and sweet.

“Okay…” Your voice is quiet, far different that the fight you had in you before.

You felt so defeated.

The fire you had to you before was all but gone, but Bruno didn't seem to mind one bit. It wasn’t often you gave him an easy moment; Bruno wasn’t one to question his good luck.

“Um… Bruno?”

“Yes, tesoro?”

You didn’t like how his soft gaze made your heart pound, how his warm hands on your waist made you feel… funny.

But you wanted more.

How long had it been since you let another person touch you?

“Could I… maybe get another kiss?” When did your voice get so small? When did you start to mutter?

When had you started to watch his attention...?

“Of course! You don’t have to ask…”

Bruno was happy to indulge you, slotting his lips against your own and easily supporting you.

Your life here, with Bruno, wasn't all that great... But maybe they didn’t have to be so bad.

After all, Bruno loved you.

You shouldn’t feel bad about loving him back… You were only making the both of you more miserable, after all.

Maybe it was better this way, being his little doll. Then again, with his trust earned, maybe you could kill him.

Get your freedom.

It was something to consider. For now you would… indulge in him. Let yourself be loved, if only for a little while…

#jjba #yandere bruno x reader #yandere bruno #Bruno Buccerati x reader #yandere jjba #yandere x reader

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This 2021 SDCC panel is also one of the reasons I couldn't agree with some of the stuff tumblr posts last year had stated... which was mostly made up! ie "Stan didn't actually work on the show" or

Like you can see the joy emanating from their faces when Stan and the cast and other crew explain their parts in the show... I can't believe any of them would hate it, whether this was a promo video or not xD Like... you don't go to a SDCC panel of the show you made if you... absolutely hated working on it. idk, it just doesn't make sense. I get that seeing a show or characters from a fandom lens makes people hate that show/characters make stuff up about the show later (i.e. other fans hating on Yuichi Usagi, just as a concept, bc of the ship/shipping, I get it) but it just seems... so strangely petty. Plus non-shipping fans might have been mad that this was not a direct adaptation.... Again I get it! I've been there with other stuff. But whether a show is good or bad, it seems mean-spirited to just lie about the crew or creators of it. It's okay to admit that you had different expectations about it. Yes, it's aimed at a younger viewership and does not directly adapt the darker aspects of the comic, but, that's wholly because of circumstance (Netflix show) and the show is good despite that. Your view of it can simply depend, well, on your view on spinoffs and animation in general, when you watched, what mood you were in. Whatever opinions fans might have, this panel seems to suggest the cast and crew had a mostly good time on it. Unless everyone here is some sort of pathological liar.

youtube

More press coverage of the Samurai Rabbit SDCC 2021 panel:

IGN, Polygon (a few pics), Animation Magazine, Geek Network, AIPTcomics (I'll add any more I find if I find smth new)

Screenrant (announcement of the Comic-Con @ home lineup) longer article on AWN (2022, about the premiere with more pics)

also, Stan's interview with the SDCC blog in 2022

"UBLOG: Samurai Rabbit: The Usagi Chronicles debuted its first season on Netflix, and has already been renewed. What was it like finally getting to see your characters come to life in that way, and how pleased are you that it was so well received? Sakai: We at Usagi Studios are very pleased with Samurai Rabbit: The Usagi Chronicles. The protagonist Yuichi is a direct descendant of my Miyamoto Usagi who is featured very prominently and with a twist that I thought was brilliant. We worked very closely with Gaumont and Netflix, approving/adjusting scripts, designs, suggesting voice actors, etc. I even calligraphed (by hand) the logo for the series. Samurai Rabbit expanded on a mini-series I created titled “Senso” inspired by HG Wells’ War of the Worlds wherein the martians invaded feudal Japan instead. Japan took that alien technology and developed it, adding their own cultural elements. Samurai Rabbit takes place in the future with Yuichi a young samurai in training who worships his famous (or infamous) ancestor, Usagi. Like my Usagi stories, Samurai Rabbit is very character driven and the first season tells of Yuichi meeting what is to become his core group of friends as they battle yokai, the haunts and monsters of Japanese folklore. I’m so glad that a second season is coming up."

i cannot imagine Stan Sakai Lying. like. LEGIT i cannot so i don't get why ppl make stuff up abt the show. it hasn't been very egregious so far, just stuff in tags and reblogs, but still. weird. fandom is weird abt stuff like this lol! I also do not get the hate that the show itself and the character of Yuichi Usagi get for basically. Not being what people imagined in their heads of an Usagi Yojimbo spinoff. I kind of get that part, because when Avatar: LOK was previewed in 2011, I imagined such a vast and colorful version of the show based on just 2 art pieces, I was caught a bit off-guard by the 1st season's premiere, and completely let down by the 2nd season. So I get that part at least. Many articles seemed to suggest that this show would be an adaptation, and I am guessing this is where people's expectations rose ten-fold in a similar way to my 2011 self. From interviews, I sense that the crew had similar expectations when they joined: a Usagi aniamted project with Stan Sakai directly involved! I'd be asking to be on the show too if I'd been a Gaumont studios member at the time.

The mountain is high and it is hard to surpass. When Netflix ordered the show to be about a younger Usagi and gear it for a younger audience too, I find that perhaps the Gaumont and Usagi Studios crew also saw this. In a fan's eyes, almost no one could match Stan Sakai in his storytelling, and the crew are big fans of his work. So it would make sense that they started to see the show they were developing differently. Instead of something like the 2003 adaptation of Miyamoto Usagi, where they make him younger and change his story a bit, the SR crew saw an opportunity. Lets make it about a descendant and a whole different setting, yeah? So the show becomes something quite different, but more manageable now. The mountain seems more like a long trek than an unpassable task.

But it also seems from every interview and official release I've seen that most of the people working on the show really liked what they made and liked working on it, even if it wasn't a direct adaptation of Usagi Yojimbo, something most of the crew were a fan of already themselves.

also, the series was worked on at least since 2018. Yeah, it's aimed at a younger audience, but a lot of effort seems to be put into it anyway, from writing, acting and art aspects all-around, so it just doesn't seem like something that people would feel the need to lie about. it's a good show. It is just not a direct adaptation of the comics, that people have been wanting, or something "style adjacent" to the comics, e.g. what people expect of the comics (that it's only dark and gritty).

A 2019 comicon.com article sharing a facebook photo at Gaumont studios with Stan is the perfect example of this - "This studio is known for their work on the original Redwall animated series. Judging by the key art shown above and Gaumont’s location in Paris, I hope that the animated series will remain faithful to the darker tone of the comics." - of course an article by a reader of the comic would have something like this, but we can see as early as this, the writer is setting themselves up for higher expectations for the series. Which I don't find fault in, who doesn't want a cool animated adaptation of their favourite comic? But comparing a studio now to what the studio was 15-20 years before is like setting the reader up for expectations that are too unrealistic. Redwall is a beautiful adaptation, but each show/series will almost always have a different team of people working on, so from an animation work POV, it just seems like something unrealistic. Animation industry, both western and otherwise, has always been something that can't always cater to all interests.

not-so-hot take but: it's actually good that it's not a direct adaptation!

The expectations people put on any adaptations/projects based on an older thing, is probably also a huge factor in why both younger and older fans (both shppers and the fans of the comic) feel so terse about the series, when in reality, it's possibly the best result we could get for a netflix adaptation (if I look at any anime/manga live-action adaptations for example, netflix has sort of "dropped the ball" on many of these). The series having loose and not-so-loose connections to the comics canon basically ensures that nothing about the comics canon is ever changed much, or that Stan is never obligated to change the comic for the show. The comic and show are allowed to be separate, but the show is also an homage and open fanart to the comic.

This also means that whether viewers hate or love the series, perhaps having a non-adaptation og series based on the comic... means they will actually read the comic itself now. I see this with both liveaction and animated adaptations, but ppl usually don't pick up the og source material based on just one adaptation, and if the adaptation is good or faithful, they still won't - thinking of TMNT 2003 but also Rise series haters who insist Raph doesn't use Tonfa, when that was a og comics reference lol - there's no trust that the animation folk working on your favourite properties adaptation are ALSO FANS of the same thing. So the chances for that might be similar. If people are happy with an adaptation, they might be less likely to seek out more of it. But I just find this series an interesting attempt from that POV. It almost feels similar to what Transmedia Storytelling is explained as a technique - of telling a story across multiple platforms, adding something unique each time.

A direct retelling is different from an original piece or continuation set in the same universe. Imagine that Usagi Yojimbo, the original comic, is like a tentpole that readers gather around. As time grows on, different animated adaptations occur, some tabletop games, a theather play etc. Different media for Usagi to inhabit as a character and a concept. And then comes along Samurai Rabbit, wholly not an adaptation of the comic's stories at all, but something inspired of it, building on it, not changing it much, but still adding to the canon in its own way (the existence of the Ki-Stone in this show). It's different but it's entirely a work made out of love for the comic, and you can see it in the different aspects it adapts from the comic (the 2D sequences, the skull-death-bubbles, the references to the comic, how it shows Miyamoto Usagi) and how it approcahes the characters as a cast.

So because Samurai Rabbit: The Usagi Chronicles is not a strict retelling of any of the comics narratives, it allows itself room to explore and grow as its own thing, while also loosely adding to the canon in an interesting and unique way.

I hope phrasing the show from that vantage point gives other existing a different view on it.

this show also credits everyone in the production, including even the 3D animation company (a lot of animated shows only credit the company itself, or at least used to do this a lot) so I think that speaks a lot about how the production sees the show itself. The people making the show are valuable and did well, whatever the reception is going to be. And genuinely, I hope it was actually a good experience working on the show for all of the cast and crew.

#SDCC #SDCC 2021 #srtuc #samurai rabbit #stan sakai #khang le #terry kalagian #doug and candie langdale #darren barnet #mallory low #shelby rabara #aleks le #samurai rabbit the usagi chronicles #aghht srtuc post #this is just interesting panel to come back to every once in a while #aghht fantalk #Youtube #don't look at the transmedia storytelling comparison too hard this concept was still relatively new in 2015 when i was studying it briefly #long post

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