#i'm so glad someone is being held responsible for his murder

[buckttommy]

i just started crying

#god. this one broke me #learning of his death sent me into such a depression. i'll never forget his last words. #i think about him so often #i'm so glad someone is being held responsible for his murder #elijah mcclain

[bonefall]

I'm sitting and looking at somebody's take about the scene of Willow Tail's death

"Clear Sky is fabulous here, and the deaths look karmic. Willow Tail dies blind bc she was so blinded by her wish of revenge she put innocent cats under threat and led to deaths of a medicine cat and an innocent kit. And Wind Runner, who prevented Moth Flight from saving Tiny Branch, lost a life to an injured leg just like he did. Beautiful."

Ig I'll just leave it here like a tribute

"the deaths look karmic" is the only correct thing in this passage. Yes, the writers ARE obsessed with punishing women, gruesomely zooming in on how much pain and suffering they're feeling when those horrible bitches finally get their comeuppance. Glad they can at least recognize torture porn when they see it.

Go one baby step further-- why do the writers keep choosing to frame the women as primarily responsible when Clear Sky is the same violent, egotistical tyrant he always was?

Willow Tail does die blinded-- by Clear Sky. The way he is constantly brutalizing every woman and foreigner in front of him. Just like how he was smacking Moth Flight before he ordered Red Claw to go up into the tree to beat the shit out of Micah and confiscate medicine, because he doesn't care when people die of treatable illness.

But, sure. Sure, it's Willow Tail who caused the death of Micah, when she sees Moth Flight's face sliced open by a known serial murderer and jumps to her defense, and then learns that Red Claw has been ordered to attack a doctor.

For those who haven't read Moth Flight's Vision, btw, Willow Tail is revealed to be the villain all along because she was planting rabbit bones on the border. This made Clear Sky mad because Wind Runner said "make your cats respect the borders YOU invented, bc MY cats didn't eat those rabbits" and she didn't just accept his answer of "nuh uh."

That's why it's totally the WOMEN'S fault that Clear Sky was throwing this tantrum, and not his own. Being offended is a totally valid reason to deny medical treatment and do assault and battery. Why would you ever hold a man in a position of power accountable for his own actions?

Wind Runner also didn't kill Tiny Branch through medical neglect. Clear Sky did. Can't believe I'm still saying this.

HE was the one who prevented Acorn Fur from getting help. He keeps insisting that he never needed Micah or any other foreigner to heal Tiny Branch's ailments. He didn't want Micah when it was a cough, and he didn't want Moth Flight when it was a fox attack.

-Said in the Sap Confiscation Scene

-Said as Tiny Branch is dying, confirming that yes, he DID stop her from getting the help right away.

Wind Runner PROPOSED an embargo at a meeting that SkyClan was absent for, AFTER Clear Sky had already insisted on denying medical treatment to Rocky and got Micah killed. Wind Runner's hypothetical embargo was broken less than a minute later when it's revealed SkyClan was late by several hours because Tiny Branch got attacked by a fox.

Here's how long they're held up by Wind Runner, though. All 214 words, less than a full page in dialogue, of it.

How long would you guess this took? Was everyone here speaking at 0.025 speed? Did someone hit the slow motion button? Were they escaping out of a time bubble?

Why's Shattered Ice never mentioned as killing Tiny Branch, btw? The one who actually did physically hold up Moth Flight (but not the other three Medicine cats, Dappled Pelt, Cloud Spots, and Pebble Heart), even if it was for less than 30 seconds? When he's not even from Wind Runner's Clan? CURIOUS INNIT?

I need to remind you that he was also responsible for preventing Acorn Fur from being fully trained. That was HIS choice. HE closed the border. HE stopped Moth Flight from completing Acorn Fur's training. HE is in the middle of a book-length hissy fit about being told what to do.

And, yet, Moth Flight is held up for less than 5 minutes after Clear Sky forced Acorn Fur to save his son alone until signs of infection set in, and this is all Wind Runner's fault.

So he later kidnaps Moth Flight, expecting Wind Runner to just trust that THIS time he takes a hostage he's not starving them like he did to Jackdaw's Cry, and not launch the two Clans into war. Redemption arc, btw.

And then he gets to be framed like a hero even though he is 100% responsible for every single one of his actions and escalated the situation at every turn. ZERO consequences for him, because him letting his own baby suffer and die was "punishment enough."

The bloodthirsty tyrant, child abuser, woman beater, and known liar was totally justified because It Made Him Sad When Wind Runner Didn't Trust His Word :( This was all actually an evil, scheming woman's fault for planting bunny bones, lol. So she totally deserves getting her eyes ripped out.

At MOST, the narrative considers Wind Runner and Clear Sky "Equally Bad", but only Wind Runner and Willow Tail get personally punished. With death and agony. Surely, SURELY this is not because of writer misogyny? In the Arc of 7 Fridgenings? Perish the thought.

Anyway, glad that I've curated my dash enough to not see that take out there in the wild. Who would even write something so ridiculous, Gray Wing?

#bone babble #warrior cats analysis #Clear Sky #Moth Flight's Vision #DOTC hate #Willow Tail #Anyway everyone it is now our job to be as annoying as possible and stan Willow Tail at all costs #Willow Tail Did Nothing Wrong legion rise up #cw misogyny #seriously though. fucking BUNNY BONES??? #BUNNY #BONES

[kiraisrika]

Update for y'all that hungry for Harold kills the killer AU

Helped by my beloved beautiful friend @adriviyaa I made the dialog and she helped me with the paragraphs.

Original AU is by @eavee-ry my AU is just an AU of an AU

Invitation from an old friend.

The silence is interrupted by a knock. The one who opens it is the one he'd come to recognize as Duncan's mother.

"Yes! Wait a minute," a voice answered from inside the house. The door opens with a creak. And her eyes widened in surprise, one that quickly melts into a smile.

"Oh! Mr. Mcgrady!" She said, her tone infused with the smile that can be seen on her face.

He smiled politely back.

"No need for formality ma'am, afterall, I am younger than you." He paused, before asking, "is Duncan home?"

She nods. "Ah.. yes he's inside,"

He gestures vaguely. "Can I have a chance to meet him?" He ask with a polite tone, although one of inquiry.

"Of course!" She brightens considerably. "He.. hasn't been himself lately you know, since the incident...." She trails off, her face sobering into a melancholic one.

He nods. A gesture to show he understand that much. "I see," he starts. "Well i wanted to make sure he's doing okay now," he says.

"So nice of you Harold," She opens the door and gestures for him to go inside. He does so with a practiced movement of being a guest in somebody's home. "He doesn't want to talk to anybody," She confesses with a sigh.

"That is a natural response to trauma," His sentence might not sound like it's one for comfort, but his tone definitely is. "Even I don't want to talk with any of my peers earlier. But luckily, I can pick myself up now." He explains, looking around the neat house.

"I hope you can convince him to do better..." She trails off, showing him the stairs to Duncan's room. He understood as much, he supposes.

"I will, don't worry," Harold assures, and ascend the stairs.

The door to Duncan's room shouldn't be that imposing, but really, maybe it's just the thoughts swirling around his head in that way.

The door creaks open, and Harold could see Duncan lying across the sofa, half of him sprawled on the floor.

His eyes are covered by his forearm, but the creak of the door got him opening his eyes.

His lips pursed.

"What do you want, nerd?" He scoffed half heartedly, moving to sit properly.

"Woah," he held up his palm. "The first thing you throw at me are insults?" There is a genuine grin on his face, one that unpromptedly made its way on it.

"That is so... you, I'm glad you haven't changed much," harold smiles. Duncan sits up with an aggression that he would've thought impossible.

"FUCK OFF! I don't need your pity," he shouted. And couldn't help but think of someone feeling cornered lashing out at anything that could go around itself.

"Pity? Now where did you get that from?" He raises an eyebrow in inquiry.

"I know your kind," Duncan's eyes trail down to the floor, but there's fury dancing in his eyes.

"Just because you got famous you go around parading yourself like you're better than anyone!"

Harold sighs, not wanting to push the argument uselessly.

"Assume what you want," he relents.

Silence hangs uneasily in the air. Harold swallows, hard. He starts, "Your mother."

Duncan's eyes snap up to meet his. "She's fond of the ocean, right?" He asks.

"Wh- yeah. She likes to go to beaches, how do that-?" His question got cut off by an awfully out of place cheerful tone from Harold, who is currently making space for himself on the floor, almost too easily.

"Do you know that murder on the international sea doesn't count as murder?" He says cheerfully.

Duncan's face scrunched up in confusion involuntarily. "Wh-?"

Harold laughs it off, like he just said an out of topic fun fact. Which he might be, but the fact doesn't seem fun at all.

"Haha, I'm being off topic. How are you?"

Perhaps it was the whiplash from moments before. But Duncan's truth slips out before he could process what was asked of him.

"Not fine, obviously." He seizes up when it caught up to him what he had said.

But Harold didn't look surprised, or concerned for all that matters. It looks to him that it's barely news, like saying the sky is blue.

"Of course," he offers easily. "Are you still in touch with Courtney?" He asks.

"...yes," there is apprehension in his lungs, but he ignores it like he always does.

"Thats good, that's good." nods, and while there is a sense that he might be planning something, Duncan finds himself... not minding.

"Spit it out," he says finally, because he wouldn't confess to anything if not prompted. "Why did you visit me, four eyes?"

"As observant as ever," the smile is far too sharp, too cold. "Duncan, do you remember our dear host?"

His throat constrict, and anger is easier than everything else that comes with the memory.

He shouts.

"WHAT DID HE HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?"

Harold shrugs.

"He didn't go to prison. As you know," he just says, and that answers nothing at all.

"That fucker," he mumbles underneath his breath.

"I know you hate," Harold stops. "No, loathed him," he corrects himself.

"What do you expect?" His eyes meet a sharp glint of the glasses he wore, instead of the eyes. Somehow, that's ominous. "He left us on that fucking island and he makes you..." He trails off.

"Murderer of the killer. Yeah, I know." Harold nods.

"They should've kept that fucker locked for the rest of his life." He grit his teeth, and clench his palm. Harold opens it, indent left on the skin where his nails dug into.

It could've drawn blood.

He didn't feel much of that, though.

"Prison would only be a breeze for him. Prison is not enough, no. We have to torture him the way he torture us," Harold offers, and continuing the talk feels like making a deal with the devil.

That too, hadn't mean much when everything else had been taken into account.

"What are you trying to say, nerd?" It's a need for verbal confirmation, really. Because Duncan knows what went through Harold mind with the way his eyes sharpen.

He knows him well, he thinks.

"Let's hunt down the host, Duncan." Harold smile is too sharp, wrong. But Duncan had come to know that wrong, sometimes is _right_.

How does the saying goes?

The hunter has become the prey.

#total drama #tdi #total drama island #island of the slaughtered #island of the slaughtered au #td harold #harold mcgrady #tdi harold #td duncan #total drama duncan #Harold kills the killer au #i rlly should make a better name for this au #but alas

[notmoreflippingelves]

Personally I feel Kristoph just regrets having killed Zak so suddenly on an impulse. Reminder that the locks appeared when asked why he killed Zak specifically. He hated him for turning him down and probably never saw himself capable of murder. Once he killed him he probably felt glad he got revenge and didn't get exposed, but then had that sudden clarity of "oh shit, I actually killed someone", which combined with his paranoia, stressed him out immensely. He tragically traumatized himself.

Zak's murder has always screamed unplanned, desperate "crime of passion" to me, given how dramatically different to the other murder we know Kristoph committed (and set in motion 7 years earlier). Criminology-wise, it's already very unusual for a criminal to change their modus operandi so dramatically without a good reason. And it becomes immediately more striking when we look at the weapons: blunt object in Zak's case vs. poison for the Mishams'.

Poison has long held the stereotype of being a "woman's weapon" rather than a man's. Which yeah, it is a pretty unnecessarily gendered and heteronormative way to look at it. But like what the stereotype is actually saying by this is that poison--regardless of the gender(s) of the person using it--is almost always the method preferred by people who would prefer not to use psychical forms of violence even once they have determined that they "need" to enact violent ends.

These sorts of killers may lack the physical strength or athletic skill to wield a gun/sword/bat/spear,/blunt instrument, they may not be able to summon the adequate aggression to do so, they may want to avoid a bigger "mess" w/ more pieces of evidence, or they may just lack the "sadistic urge" to directly use their hands to enact another's pain. All of the above seem that they could apply to Kristoph given what we know of him.

Even though he has determined that he's going to go through with the murder plot, Kristoph vastly prefers a more detached, less messy, and (in his mind) quicker and less cruel method. Because his heart may not really be in it in the long run. Like do you really think he'd want to get actual blood on his pretty little nails if he didn't have to? He's not killing for the fun of it like some of the other AA killers; he's killing because he's convinced himself he has to.

(Unlike a lot of other fans, I tend to hc that Zak and Drew were actually the *only* deaths that Kristoph was responsible for. Because I maintain that that there was something much more specific and important about the Gramarye case to Kris than simply "wah, I was fired from my first big case and now I'm gonna be petty af about it." No like, this case in particular--besides just "an important case that could make my career"-- was personal to Kris for reasons we may never know).

Even though he knew that this could very well come back to bite him in the derriere, Kristoph was probably secretly relieved that the poison didn't work right away for the Mishams--or that if it had worked, he wouldn't have to find out about it. Out of sight, out of mind and he wouldn't have to face his conscience. And in the worst case scenario, the murder plan was still in place should Kristoph need to enact it later. (Which he did by writing to Drew *during* (and not before) Kristoph's incarceration following Zak's murder.)

So with all that in mind, Kristoph's murder of Zak just seems more and more of a desperate, impulsive act. It's not his style at all, and yet he did it. He saw Zak, realized he was at risk, and panicked.

And yeah, I would imagine that even if we assume he had no regrets/second thoughts about Drew Misham's murder, Zak's murder would psychologically feel really really different to Kris. And I imagine that it could potentially prove even more psychologically damaging to him.

Because braining "Shadi Smith" with a grape juice bottle is an act that is sudden, violent, impulsive and totally out-of-character for Kristoph Gavin--coolest defense in the West ,whose intellect is his weapon of choice and who prefers to keep his pretty nails (if not his soul) clean.

#kristoph gavin #ace attorney #this ask has been in half-written and unanswered in my drafts for over a year #but given my sudden desire to word vomit re: omitb and elena of avalor earlier this week #i guess i'm in the right headspace for meta #shu takumi; show me the forbidden gavin backstory please and thank you #aa meta #ace attorney meta

[that-writing-kangaroo-fish]

Hey who wants some of that Pokemon AU that @im-feelin-sick made (and i suppose i'm co-creator for)? I've been working on and off on my own contributions to it, and now I've got something finished (also on ao3 if you'd prefer reading there!)

(3/???)

(prev)

“Ya fucked up.”

“I know.”

“Badly.”

“I know.”

Sableye grumbled irritably at Nny’s subdued responses - glad that he was acknowledging what was being said, but also aggravated at this conversation’s existence. 

The pair of them (plus Houndstone, whose head was currently resting on Nny’s legs) wouldn’t be sitting here, Sableye having to stitch his wounds, if Nny hadn’t turned on a goddamn dime out of nowhere in the middle of his date with Devi.

But here they fucking were! And, honestly, it wasn’t just Nny who got hurt during that whole... thing. Sableye itself had stepped in after shoving aside its panic, and Nny’s other Pokemon fought back in kind.

They, however, didn’t have the years of experience Sableye did. Sure, it took a few hits, but nothing near as bad as the beating Nny got.

It was pretty sure a length of 2x4 got involved at one point.

“The fact that she didn’t cave in your skull would be a miracle if it weren’t for how thick the damn thing is,” it muttered, briefly stopping its ministrations to flick a claw against his head. 

Even in this mess, it wasn’t above a lighthearted jab or two. And, frankly, Sableye felt it had the right to be at least a little petty.

“Ow, ow, sore spot,” Nny winced, ducking his head. Sableye would’ve rolled its eyes if that were possible. “Your entire body is a sore spot right now, Johnny, c’mon. And stay still, I’m almost done with these stitches.”

--- HALF AN HOUR LATER ---

They were all situated on the couch; Nny cross-legged on one side, Houndstone curled up on the other, and Sableye perched on the back.

Sableye held up its closed hands. “Good news,” it raised a finger on its left hand, “nobody died.”

“And the--”

“Bad news,” a finger raised on its right hand, “you fucked up a perfectly good date,” another finger raised, “you got your ass kicked the worst it’s ever been,” a third, “and now someone who knows about your murderous tendencies is out and about.”

Nny’s head sunk lower with each addition. 

“And, bonus problem, Marshadow followed Devi on her way out,” Sableye concluded.

As it expected, Nny almost bolted off the couch, only kept in place by Houndstone, who let out a stubborn huff as it sprawled across Nny’s lap.

“Fucking-- Houndstone, move!” Nny shouted, to no success.

Sableye shook its head. “We already talked about this while dragging you back here,” it explained. “You’re in no shape to go anywhere, and, more importantly, I don’t think she’d listen to anything you have to say after the shit you pulled.”

They both knew Sableye had a point - at times, it was the closest thing he had to a proper voice of reason.

“Then what the fuck am I supposed to do? Sit around and live with the fact that that fucking thing is bound to cause problems for her?”

“Considering what happened a couple hours ago, yes. What’re you gonna do, write her a fucking apology note? “Sorry I tried to kill you,” or something, so she’ll listen to you?”

“...”

“Oh my fucking God don’t tell me you were actually considering that.” It looked, and sounded, thoroughly exhausted. Of fucking course he’d get that idea in his head. “I’m nipping that in the bud right now, that’s not gonna work out for you.”

Even with that shutdown, there was still a defiant, plotting look in Nny’s eyes. Some sort of plan was brewing in there, it could tell.

Sableye pinched between its eyes, slowly shaking its head. “I know you’re gonna do something stupid. At least try not to get caught,” it urged. It knew Nny well enough by now; when he got a particular kind of idea stuck in his head, he’d hardly ever budge on the matter.

If it’d known that Nny was planning on stalking, of all things, it would’ve beaten him over the head.

#jthm #johnny c #Pokémon au #my writing

[little-corritrice]

| The Mafia | ~ Part 11 ~

Genre: Mafia Au, Fanfiction

Pairing: N/A

Rating: Angst, Fluff towards end

Warnings: Death of a Main-Side Character, Gun/Grenade Use, Violence, Murder

Synopsis ~ y/n was just living her life, but when she ran into troubles of her past, she found herself being auctioned off to a mafia named Ateez. Within her time, she soon finds another whom she knows...

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Racing to the house, Daniel was driving as everyone was sat in the back, all out of sight. They pulled up to the gate of f/n house, Daniel getting them in as they planned. Chan, and Hongjoong, decided they were going to overtake the gang. They were small and insignificant. Soon enough, 20 cars pulled into the complex as the main car stopped at the door. "Go in and tell them that we are here. Make sure you get everyone in one room." Chan said, and Daniel nodded. The rest of Stray Kids and Ateez split up, going around the house. After about 10 minutes, Chan got the signal and went inside with Hongjoong. He saw no one, and smirked as the gang was fooled. They went to the room, opening the door. The two were met with only 40 men, all holding their guns by their sides.

Daniel sighed, stepping towards Chan. "Daniel?" f/n said, confusion evident in his voice. "I thought my little sister was dead, dad. I thought...you finally got to her because she didn't want to be like us, Then I find out she's alive, and you kidnapped her. You've tortured her enough." Daniel said, and stepped out of the room with the two guys. "I'll see you in hell." He said, closing the door quickly, chaining it shut. Soon, all you heard was gunfire and some grenades. "Clear?" Chan asked, and Felix came through the little mic in Chan's ear. "All dead." He confirmed, and the boys nodded. "I want everyone searching this house. We find y/n, and then we leave. Let these bastards rot." Chan said, and everyone scrambled off, trying to find you.

~ ~ ~

I coughed as blood slowly came out of my mouth, everything blurry. The lights were still off, and I heard faint gunshots. I closed my eyes, not having the energy to keep them open. More blood came from my mouth, and I choked it up, turning my head so it doesn't kill me. "Here!" I heard a yell, but still couldn't open my eyes. The door burst open and the lights turned on. "y/n!" I heard someone yell. It sounded like Chan, and I internally sighed out. He slightly touched me, and freaked out when he didn't get a response from me. He grabbed ahold of my hand, his other stroking my head. "Can you squeeze my hand?" He whispered, and it took everything in me to do so. He cried out in relief, kissing my hand. "Oh...I'm so glad we found you." He whispered, gently picking me up. I cried out in agony as everything suddenly felt like it was on fire inside me.

He held me gently, rushing out as I heard voices all around me. "You can't do this to me!" We heard, and turned to the voice. I recognized it to be my fathers, and it sounded kike he was in a lot of pain. "I...will not let you-" He was saying, but a gunshot sounded, then silence. "Let's go." Minho's voice said, and I choked out again as blood rushed to my mouth. "Shit, hold on y/n. J-just hold on." Chan exclaimed, all of us rushing to the cars. I kept coughing out, blood rushing out of my mouth. "N-no...no, no, no! Hurry up, Hyunjin!" Chan yelled, slightly tilting my head again as the blood could flow out. I cried out in pain as everything came at me full force again. "I know, I know. We are almost there, princess." Chan whispered, stroking my hair. "I-it...doesn't hurt..." I exhaled, coughing up more blood. Chan let out a shaky breath, tears falling onto my face. "Don't say that...We are almost there...j-just hold on." He cried, holding me closer to his chest. "I'm s-sorry..." I said through ragged breaths before the darkness consumed me in a wave of relief from the pain.

~ ~ ~

Gasping out as I woke up, and falling off the bed I was on, I choked on something that was in my throat. I grabbed onto it, but felt hands pull mine down. "Chan!" Jisung's voice yelled, and I started crying as it was restricting my breathing. Chan and Minho ran in, Chan going to my other arm to hold it down. "This is going to feel very weird, angel. Just don't fight it." Minho warned before he started pulling on the tube that was down my throat. I coughed and coughed, feeling like my breathing was cut short. As soon as it was out, I hunched over, holding my throat as I took deep breaths. I started crying as my entire body was still aching, and I didn't know what was going on. "Hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay, baby. You're safe now." Jisung cooed, stroking my cheeks. I sobbed out into his arms, burying myself into his chest. He shushed me quietly, stroking my hair softly. "You're okay now." He said, kissing my head.

~ ~ ~

As I got dressed with the help of Jisung, Chan and Minho, they all led me out. At this point in time, you're probably wondering why I'm not scared of them? Well, I trust them with my life, and it wasn't them whom tortured me all this time, so I have no need to be scared. But I was in pain, and struggling to go as fast as I'd like. We made it up the stairs after they basically dragged me up them. Everyone was gathered in the living room, all standing or sitting around. "H-hey guys." I whispered out, and everyone turned. "y/n!" They all yelled, rushing over and engulfing me in a group hug. "Thank you for saving me." I said, looking down once they pulled away. Chan rubbed my arm, kissing my head. "You don't need to thank us, princess." He said, and everyone agreed. I smiled out a little, nodding at them all.

[daylightmikaelson]

𝑊𝐻𝑂 𝐴𝑅𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈?

pairing || kol mikaelson x human!reader

warnings || angst, reader turning into vampire, kol being selfish

description || after falling in love with the reckless mikaelson, thoughts go by and you and kol have an argument about the future. but kol had a way to keep you… forever.

a/n ll the setting is around the 1900s before Kol got daggered. hi, this is unedited so I'm sorry if there are any typos.

LOVING AN ORIGINAL VAMPIRE, was not something you planned on doing in your life. It was an accident really, but once you placed your eyes on him, there was no going back.

Kol Mikaelson always loved the beauty of murders and executions. It was literally his definition of a hobby. One day, Kol found you all innocent and stupid, walking alone in the middle of the night. His first intention was to feed on you, but when he saw the beauty in your eyes, he somehow held back.

It was weird for him to hold back on a kill, which was why he was angry, not knowing what was wrong with him.

Wanting to meet you, Kol flashed down from the rooftop, facing you. with his signature wicked smile plastered on his face.

"Well aren't you an enchanting beauty. I'm Kol."

"I don't need any more useless men in my life." You walked past him, completely oblivious to what he was.

"Now, why would you think it's smart to walk alone, in the middle of the night?" Tired of his voice and antics, you kept walking, but all of the sudden, he flashed in front of you, making your heartbeat pound faster at his not-so-human-like actions.

"You're a vampire?!" Your father always told you stories about vampires, witches, and werewolves, but you thought they were fantasies to scare children.

Kol looked at you with confusion. He was taken off-guard when you knew about his species. "You know what I am?"

"My father used to tell me stories about you guys all the time. I was never scared, more intrigued."

Kol decided to take you out for a drink, knowing you were not scared of him. Little did he know, from that night, his life changed forever because you made it better for him.

༻❁༺

Now it brings you here today, sitting in a bed that you and Kol share, your mind wandering to many scenarios of how you were really soulmates, or not.

All of these scenarios kept having bad endings or resulting in you becoming a vampire, which was something you did not want to happen.

As you were still stuck in your thoughts, the door opened, indicating that Kol was home. Trying to put on a straight face for him, you wiped away any tears that were on your face and greeted him with a smile as he walked into your guys' room.

"Hello, my darling, how are- wait, love, are you alright?" Kol flashed in front of you, examining your face and body, frantically searching for any injuries, noticing the tear stains on your face.

"Are you hurt? Did someone do something because I will be more than glad to-"

"No, Kol, I'm not hurt." You took in a deep breath, preparing yourself for what you were about to say next.

He noticed your tense posture and now he was more worried than ever.

“Love, tell me what is wrong.” You looked up to meet his gorgeous brown orbs, his expression making it harder for you to tell him.

"I-I don't think we can be together anymore." Your sudden choice of words made Kol's heart drop. He didn't know what made you say this.

His first impression was assuming that you were compelled, so he grabbed your face lightly and scanned it, trying to figure out what was happening.

"Are you compelled?"

"No, no, it's not that. I'm on vervain. It's just, you're immortal and I'm mortal. I'm going to eventually die and you will be going on another 1000 years without me."

Kol looked at you with anger. He wasn't mad at you, but more because of the fact that your mind was wandering to places that seemed absurd to him.

When he looked at you, the uneasiness started to kick in, not sure how Kol was going to react.

"Please say something," you pleaded, waiting for a response from him. He only stared at you, his eyes full of pain and anger, but soon, his gaze went back to the floor.

"Why on earth would you ever think that?" his voice was soft, yet stern. Looking back up at you, the tears that were starting to well in his eyes made your heart drop, even more, making you feel worse.

"Think about it. It's the most logical reasoning. You're a vampire, I'm a human."

"No, I won't let this happen. I won't." Kol stormed out of your room, slamming the door shut. Soon, you laid on your pillow, sulking in the regretful events.

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Kol went out to God knows where to try and figure out the situation he was in. You, on the other hand, were still on your bed, reading a book hoping to drain time until Kol came back home.

Soon enough, you heard the door open, revealing a very tipsy Kol. You could tell he was on a little ripper spree and it angered you, knowing he does this when he was either mad or sad, but you knew it wasn’t the time to lecture him. The possibility of him lashing out was very likely.

“Kol?” You whispered lightly, not wanting to provoke anything further. He sat on the sofa, staring into the wall in front of him, making you slightly creeped out.

"I figured out a way to solve our little predicament," Kol replied suspiciously calm. You tilted your head, ready for him to reply, but nothing was said.

The next thing Kol did was a shock to you and quite frankly made you angry. Kol bit into his wrist and put it to your lips, making you drink his blood. It was no use to escape since his vampire strength overpowered your human strength.

"Darling, I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do." Within a second, Kol snapped your neck making you see nothing but darkness for the next second.

Around ten minutes went by and you gasped for air. The feeling in your body was erratic as your head started to spin with your emotions rolling all over the place. Kol sat next to you and when you woke up, he was holding a barely alive woman in his arms.

"Kol, did you just kill me?" He simply nodded nonchalantly as if it was nothing.

"The daylight ring should be no problem since I know a witch, but you need to drink now, love in order to complete your transition." However, you didn't want to complete your transition. You always wanted to live a human life and Kol even knew that and now, that decision was stolen from you.

"No, I'm not going to complete the transition." Kol looked up swiftly and stared at you as if you were crazy. Letting go of the almost lifeless human, Kol sped towards you as your faces were merely an inch apart.

"Yes, you will complete your transition and you will drink that blood right now," Kol tried to compel you, but he forgot that you drank vervain as a human, and that was still currently laced in your body.

"I'm still on vervain, genius." Kol's eyes widened but soon recomposed himself as he was intent on making you feed.

"Listen to me, you will feed."

"Yeah? Well, you should have thought of that before you made me take away my option of living as a human. You messed up Kol, looks like you're going to lose me sooner than you thought."

"I did this because I love you, Y/n. Can't you see that? I. Love. You."

You wanted to listen to him, you really did, but what he did to you was unforgivable. His word for consent was now severed once he fed you his blood. The undesirable feeling of wanting to live was now gone, knowing that if you fed, you will become immortal and the thought of dying sounded better.

"Goodbye, Kol. I'll see you soon...one day."

a/n: AHHH sorry for that angst, but there is a possibility that I will make a part two depending on if you guys want one.

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[mindofasupernova]

The Inventor Part 2

Kaz Brekker x reader

Description: A killer is on the loose, eliminating Kaz's informants. In a desperate attempt, Kaz meets a certain inventor that has his mind racing, trying to figure out the complex puzzle she is.

Hope you like it, let me know what you think.

Kaz

A corpse? That's what she wanted? Did she think that he just kept all the bodies of his deceased workers in his room? How the hell was he supposed to get his hands on the corpse of one of his poisoned informants?

One day after meeting the young inventor, Kaz had sent Inej to gather answers to the Y/LN Manor. And just as promised, the girl had already identified most of the compounds, but due to "careless and messy manipulation", clearly referring to Kaz's pouch, she had been unable to determine a specific substance that acted as a catalyst. Inej returned to the Slat with Y/N's message asking for a meeting and a request Kaz wasn't exactly expecting.

According to Y/N, it was of the utmost importance for her to examine the body if she hoped to pinpoint the missing compound not to mention it provided a perfect opportunity for Kaz to tell her about how the poison had captured his attention.

Inej had returned later than usual, smiling and carrying a small brown bag that wafted a sweet and delicious scent. When Kaz had raised his eyebrows in question, Inej had told him Y/N had given her some recently baked cookies. He grunted in response and kept working, but his mind kept drifting back to the cookie bag and what that small act meant.

Inej was cautious but he also knew that she always searched for kindness in people. That snack could have been simply just a gift but Kaz wouldn't have made it this far if he considered all people as kind-hearted. Y/N was a stranger, a rich stranger from the highest of ranks of society who probably didn't care if Barrel rats like him lived or not. Y/N hadn't asked for a favor nor did she need money, she just wanted to know, that unsettled Kaz more than he liked to admit.

He had spent the day gathering information about her, her personal life, hobbies, and all the rumors he could find. He had found absolutely nothing that could give him an insight into the girl's intentions, he had finished empty-handed with the information he already knew: she was the only daughter of one of the richest men in Ketterdam, the perfect personification of a wealthy royal daughter, an innocent and pious little thing that went to Church with her family. Kaz scoffed at that, the defying look she gave her at their secret rendezvous accompanied with her enthusiasm for carving a corpse open proved she was far from innocent.

No, until he had more facts he wouldn't let his guard down. And yet, a small part of him yearned for her actions to be good-intentioned. Stop, hope is a dangerous thing. He had already made the mistake of hoping when he was nine and look where it got him.

Kaz returned his gaze to the papers in front of him, huffing in annoyance, he started writing down orders to get a corpse for Y/N.

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Y/N : One day after the meeting

Y/N was quietly sitting at her vanity, a soft smile adorned her face, gaze completely lost on her new device when Inej, soundlessly crept inside her bedroom.

After Kaz Brekker had left the shop near the Church of Barter, she no longer felt the giddy spark she had when she left her manor. She couldn't blame Mr. Zhang for telling Mr. Brekker about their association, he was an old jumpy man who wished no trouble upon no one. She had left all the concoctions that Mr. Zhang had order, but she didn't show him her latest joy, she no longer felt as excited.

This new invention she had come up with consisted of a music box. But it was no ordinary music box, far from it. Y/N had noticed how most of the music boxes got damaged with time when the metal rusted and the music no longer sounded like a melody but more like a haunted house. So, instead of depending on metal to play music, why not use water vapor. Yes, she had spent four days perfecting the pressure at which each piston released the water so it was a perfect copy of one of the melodies in the Komedie Brute. Four days making sure that the amount of heat the flame distributed was enough to transform the water into vapor but not so fast it was gone before the song ended. And now, here it was, a vapor-based music box with a decorative firebird in the center that literally caught fire, warming the water below.

Mind too caught up on the mechanics of her own work, that, when the Wraith materialized from the shadows behind her, Y/N sent a rain of screws and nuts toppling down the floor when Inej's hand landed on her shoulder.

Wide-eyed, Y/N turned around to face the apparition in her room. The Suli girl raised her hands, to show she intended no harm and in a kind voice spoke:

"I'm not here to hurt you. Kaz Brekker sent me to check up on your progress."

With a sigh of relief, Y/N straightened relaxed her posture. "Why, of course, should have assumed Mr. Brekker would send someone. Please, take a seat. " with a small smile, she gestured to a plush burgundy armchair.

"As promised, I have successfully identified most of the compounds. However, I fear identifying the catalyst agent won't be possible unless I conduct a thorough autopsy on the unfortunate victim. The needle I was given was in an atrocious condition, too many foreign compounds had already interacted with it." Y/N answered, finishing with a hopeful tone.

Inej nodded her head and responded, "I'll let Kaz know, thank you Marchioness Y/LN." Inej turned around, making a bee-line for the window.

"You must not be thinking of going out in this beastly weather. Please, stay until this horrendous downpour ceases." Y/N quickly called back, wrapping her silk shawl around her petite frame, as if the thought of stepping outside was enough to send a chill running down her spine.

Inej hesitated, directing a fleeting glance at the crying sky outside, she resumed to her previous seat.

"Would you like a piece of Cinamon-coated Pavlova? I guarantee you won't regret it, the caramelized peaches are sinfully appetizing!" and before the Suli girl could respond, Y/N was rushing out of her room, the dainty patter of her heels clicking down the stairs.

Her room was exactly what Inej had expected: luxurious and overly grand. But there was something about it that Inej couldn't quite place, her room was tidy to the extreme, all the expensive perfume bottles lined up, gaps between that appeared as if they had been measured with a ruler. Nothing in her room showed a preference or indication of what she truly liked, at first sight, the room would have seemed like the perfect fairytale but now, upon close observation, the room looked generic, hollow, and cold. The spy wondered if all the riches were worth living into a life as impersonal as hers.

Y/N returned, carrying a tray full of fancy desserts Inej couldn't even pronounce.

"The baker proclaims himself a master of crème brûlées. I prefer his fruit-stuffed truffles, though. Mouthwatering" Y/N commented, gingerly placing the tray on her small mahogany table.

Y/N waited for Inej to take a bite out of the coffee tiramisu, after the Suli girl let a soft hum of appreciation, Y/N smiled and questioned: "I hope I'm not being too invasive, but how did you manage to climb all the way to my window? There are no nooks where you could have possibly held onto, you must have an incredible balance to perform such a feat."

And that's how Inej told her about her life as an acrobat, proudly sharing brief glimpses to her past, seeing no harm in the girl next to her. Y/N was more than happy when Inej started talking, she was glad the bronzed-skinned girl didn't treat her with timid whispers afraid of offending her royal title. It felt nice to have a normal conversation, being able to share honest opinions instead fake smiles and condescending words at galas, afraid that if the wrong statement slipped they'll become the next party gossip.

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The morning after, Inej returned bearing Mr. Brekker's message agreeing to a nightly meeting where she'll be able to examine the corpse.

Saying that Y/N was thrilled, was an understatement, apart from a chance to put her brain to good use, it gave her the perfect opportunity to try a device she had specifically designed for creating an alibi while she was sneaking outside at unlikely hours.

Y/N hated piano. Don't get her wrong, it wasn't the instrument, it was the music, her music. Because for an unknown reason, her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own whenever she tried to. She admired the focus and dedication of musicians, she really did, but her mind easily got distracted thinking about her latest reading material instead of focusing on the notes. So, she had created a system capable of pushing the tiles as if her own fingers played the music. She knew it was wrong to fool her parents in such a way but it gave her a perfect cover to go in secret missions her parents would never approve of.

Proper ladies don't get excited over knowledge, much less probe in repulsive matters such as corpses. Look at you, Y/N, what would future suitors think if they discover you all cheerful over someone´s murder? The scandal! Zia Francesca's reprimanding voice resonated inside Y/N´s head. But she could care less about what the whole Ketterdam thought about her, science was her passion, and she would abandon it until the day she died.

Already outside, a navy blue scarf wrapped around her head to shield her delicate features against unwanted attention, Y/N waited for Inej at their chosen meeting point.

The sly girl slipped into view, with a grace greater than the one of a feline, leaving the shadows as if she and the night were one. With a brief nod, Y/N followed the girl into the awaiting hands of darkness. Leading her towards the Barrel, a place where monsters lurked behind every corner impatiently waiting to pounce any minute. Nonetheless, Y/N felt ecstatic, warm excitement pulsing through her veins, a river waiting in anticipation to break the thin modest facade she kept up to let her curiosity resurface in search of enigmas to solve.

When they arrived at a place named "The Crow Club", Inej went to get Kaz and some "others" and told her to wait. Y/N observed the lively atmosphere, seeing customers from different countries around the world when her eyes landed on a familiar head with wild red curls.

"Mr. Van Eck?" Y/N questioned in disbelief, the boy perked up at the sound of his last name, locking eyes with the hooded girl.

Never would she have imagined finding Wylan Van Eck down in the Barrel. She was shocked, Wylan supposedly should be in a music school outside of Ketterdam. Both belonging to affluent families, Y/N had met Wylan Van Eck at several parties. She hadn't gotten to know him very well, but she liked the quiet boy who shared the same look of misfortune Y/N had every time they were thrown into a classy social event. When his father had announced he was leaving to study abroad, Y/N was happy for him although she would miss being silently miserable together. But it appeared Wylan had been doing something far from studying, now sitting next to a tall Zemeni boy with his arm slung around his shoulder.

"Marchioness Y/N, I never imagined...W-What brings you here?" replied round-eyed Wylan, confusion, and astonishment written all over his features.

But before Y/N could respond, steps and the tapping of a cane interrupted their little meeting, Inej small silhouette trailing behind Mr. Brekker.

"So, you know Wylan?" he interrogated in that characteristic rasp, coffee eyes scrutinizing Y/N's form.

"Yes, Mr. Van Eck used to come to our social gatherings."

Wylan just nodded shyly while his long-limbed companion kept drowning shot like they were water.

Dirtyhands humphed in acknowledgment "Nice, know that we are all together let's go to...Jesper, I don't pay you to drink the bar dry. Get your ass down here and let's get moving so our dear inventor can examine the body, shall we?

"Wait, she is the contact you talked about?" the Zemeni, Jesper, questioned. Eyes going from Kaz Brekker to Y/N, as if this was some kind of joke.

"Wylan called her Marchioness? You asked for a royal's help?" Jesper asked, an incredulous mocking smile on his face. "Who are you and what have you done with Kaz?"

Mr. Brekker scowled at him and without another word turned around not even waiting for them to follow.

"Well, nice to meet you, my lady. The name's Jesper Fahey," he said, bowing down and kissing her hand, sending her a mischievous wink.

"Very nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Fahey. And please, there's no need for formalities, just call me Y/N." she comforted, as they finally reached the others. Glancing at the rest while finishing her last statement, prompting the rest to call her by her first name.

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Kaz

Y/N radiated waves of elation, her whole face lighting up at the thought of an adventure, a star amid the tumultuous dark waters of Ketterdam helping him find his way to the shore.

Kaz wore an amused expression at Y/N's amused gaze roaming the dirty streets of the Barrel, a new unknown world full of carnage and sins. She isn't fit for the Barrel thought Kaz, her eyes dancing in amusement at every little detail that caught her interest despite her efforts to put on a serious face and regal posture. She probably saw wonderous adventures while Kaz saw the Barrel for what it really was: a ravenous, savage beast waiting to swallow the weakest whole and drain the lives of the ones who survived its ghastly bites. And somehow the concept that she didn't belong in this world, his world, made Kaz's heart wrenched a little.

During their walk, Kaz shared the details about the latest killer on the loose and his dead informants, all the while, Y/N remained quiet, evaluating every one of his words.

When they arrived at an abandoned building, a single man was stationed outside, leaning on the tainted wall with a tired look in his eyes. Kaz nodded at the guard who gave him a set of keys and trotted out of sight. Kaz guided them inside, careful no prying eyes had followed them. Kaz turned on the lights, briefly disconcerting his companions, and pointed to a table with a big bulk covered by a dirty cloth.

"As you requested, the unfortunate victim" announced Kaz as Y/N placed a small suitcase she'd brought with her forensic equipment and tenderly pried the cloth covering the thing that once had been alive.

Y/N didn't bat an eyelash when she saw the corpse's face, not even when Jesper started gagging or when Inej turned around and started quietly mumbling prayers to her saints. Kaz focused on her face, the calm inquisitive look of a scientist, he had expected a gasp at least. Kaz was impressed by her cool analytical demeanor when a simple glimpse of the man was enough to send Kaz back to the ocean, rotting flesh beneath his fingertips. Kaz shuddered at the thought, forcing down the vomit rising in his throat.

"If you need an assistant, Jesper is willing to help" Kaz stated, stabilizing his voice so it wouldn't show his true feelings.

"What?! Me? Umm..no...I...Helping isn't a Jesper talent." Mr. Fahey said, a fearful look in his eyes, face white as a sheet. Kaz hoped he didn't look as terrified as him.

Y/N stopped her scan, looked up at the two boys, and with a small smile spoke: "I appreciate it, but there's no need. I'm certain I can handle it on my own."

Quickly discarding her coat and scarf, pushing back the sleeves of her rouge-colored blouse, and pulling long laboratory gloves over her hands along with a white apron over her head, she set up to work.

Kaz stared at her features, as she transformed into an eager forensic, light illuminating her face, falling in the right places giving her an otherwordly glow. Rebellious strands of hair framing her forehead, a pink hue staining her cheeks indicating her joyous state. The sight before him would have put any masterpiece to shame, Kaz wondered how she could stare at a corpse and find glee in such a morbid image. But Kaz liked it, the brilliant gleam her eyes portrayed, her childish joy at the promise of adventure.

The spell was broken when she started pulling out scalpels, syringes, and other items Dirtyhands couldn't bother to learn the name of. Pulling the flesh taught beneath her fingers, Y/N made a Y incision, skin splaying open.

Cold lifeless hands gripped Kaz's throat. his brother's icy whispers brushing his skin. He turned his head away and as if perceiving his discomfort, Y/N's bewitching doe eyes stared back at him.

"You can wait outside if you prefer to, I'll notify you when I'm done." her gentle voice reached and Kaz couldn't have been more grateful.

With a sharp shake of his head, Kaz limped towards the exit, Jesper, and Inej quickly following his movements.

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After Y/N finished, she eagerly started explaining her findings, a prideful gleam emanating from her.

"Well, Mr. Brekker I must admit this case is a peculiar one. The simplest ones always prove to be the most challenging."

"Here I thought that after years of fancy tea reunions you'd know the meaning of a vast number of words. I'll be sure to buy you a thesaurus." mocked Kaz, a wolfish smirk creeping onto his face.

The inventor frowned at his comment, racing her chin higher, and started her rant, thoughts racing to prove her point.

"Oh no, Mr. Brekker do not confuse simple and easy. Simple is straightforward, plain facts to the observer. Ordinary details are hard to pinpoint, effortlessly found everywhere, which makes it harder to find unique characteristics that could serve as means of identification since their nature is so elementary." Y/N spoke swiftly, pacing around the room, eyes never faltering from Kaz's.

"And that's exactly what happened in this case. As I had mentioned, my extraction wasn't entirely successful, for an essential reactant was missing. However, it wasn't the only reason why I insisted on examining the body, no, a very simple and ordinary substance appeared when I separated the poison: Helianthus annuus or more commonly known as sunflowers." Y/N paused glancing at their surprised faces, clearly pleased with their reactions, she continued, the corners of her lips tugging upwards.

"You can imagine my surprise when I found sunflower pollen as the main component of the poisonous agent. I ran several more tests and the result remains the same, our killer is using these lovely flowers as a weapon. Now, back to the catalyst, the easy part of the equation. This component isn't as fastidious as the previous one, why, you may ask. Well, its vast majority consists of average materials but a small percentage of it contains alloys that are only produced in Ketterdam, that combined with the peculiar way they were fused, suggests a Grisha alkemi made this solution." Y/N concluded, grabbing a piece of paper and hastily writing before she handed it to Kaz.

"There are no signs of struggle, meaning either they knew the attacker or they were taken by surprise. A swift prick to the femoral artery, a clear pathway for the poison to reach the bloodstream, infecting the body within seconds."

"It shouldn't be very hard to find the alkemi. They aren't very popular and most of them are indentured. Here is the list of all the reactants, the specifics, and where I believe you might find them. " finished the girl, looking at the trio expectantly.

"If you don't mind, I have taken a sample to examine more carefully at my house. I'll try to find any details I might have overlooked."

Briskly reading the list, Kaz frowned and then pocketed the small scrap of paper. "First thing tomorrow morning, ask around for an alkemi who might have bought these materials. "

Kaz turned to look at his fellow crows, content with their nods of approval, grabbed his cane, and sauntered towards the door. Her chemistry knowledge was astounding, a marvelous domain of anatomy, and an even more gifted engineer from what he had heard. Hers was an indeed beautiful mind, not that he would ever tell her.

"Mr. Brekker?" her light voice shattered through the gloomy night. Kaz craned his neck, gaping back at her in question.

"Is there perhaps a place where I might be able to tidy myself up?" Y/N questioned, Kaz finally looking at her messy red-stained apron and her exposed arms displaying strokes of red all over them.

Kaz hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should bring the girl back to their home. "You can use the restroom back at the Slat." The girl had risked her reputation sneaking out on ill-advised affairs to help them, it was the least he could do.

"Thank you" Y/N replied as she carefully peeled her apron, attentive at not brushing her arms against her blouse.

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Once she had freshened up, Y/N stumbled upon the young Van Eck talking with a couple. The green-eyed girl was about Y/N's age, a generously carved complexion, holding the hand of a tall Fjerdan.

Y/N inclined her head as a form of salute, "I never pegged you for the rebellious type, Mr. Van Eck. I never thought you hated music lessons that much to run away." she told him in a joking tone.

"And I never thought you were the type to sneak out at ungodly hours just to play detective. " Wylan replied, a grin beginning to form on his face.

"Well, I suppose everyone has secrets."

"You must be Y/N, Inej told me you were the help Kaz so desperetly needed. I'm Nina, he's Matthias and well you already know Wylan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Inej had briefly mentioned them, she knew now that Nina loved food, maybe next time she'll bring those exquisite truffles she had so eagerly talked about. If there is a next time Y/N reminded herself, she desperately hoped so, but now that her work was done she wasn't so sure Kaz Brekker would ever seek her again.

"Well, you have saved me the introductions." Kaz sarcastically glowered at the green-eyed girl, Nina kept talking as if she hadn't heard him.

It was one thing for Kaz to admire her intelligence, it did not mean he trusted her, though. Pieces were still missing to the intricate puzzle she was and until that changed Kaz did not like the way she rapidly befriended his crows, her intentions were still blurry to Kaz, and even though he would never admit it he cared deeply about their well-being.

"You should stay a little longer, we could go for waffles as a way of thank you." prompted Nina.

"Your offer is very tempting, but I'm afraid I'll have to pass. I should be returning home." Y/N declined, grinning at Nina, blissful someone had invited her for waffles.

Kaz stared at her and wondered how many times someone had done something similar, not to thank her but rather to use her, so that such a simple gesture put her in a joyful state.

"Scared of what your parents may do if they found out the truth?" Kaz quipped once his crows had left the two of them alone. A teasing tone masking true concern.

"Terrified. Someone may notice I've been playing the same four songs for the last couple of hours, always missing the same notes every time and they might get ideas of checking up on me," she confessed, mischief coating her features.

"Good night, Mr. Brekker. I'm happy I could be of assistance. Please, let me know if you find your killer or if my experience is needed again."

Kaz just bowed, signaling for his Wraith to get Y/N back to her manor in one piece.

Both girls disappeared into the night, leaving Kaz pondering what the hell she had meant with playing the piano.

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Y/N

Almost two weeks had passed, no signs of Kaz and no visits from the Wraith, well not that she was aware of. Y/N caught herself glaring at no point in particular, she readjusted her expression and plastered a well-practiced look of keen interest, trying to focus on Lady Stathos' rant about the attractiveness of the Viscount of Chagny.

Y/N politely excused herself, with no intention of making a fool of herself if Lady Stathos posed a question related to her gossip.

Too busy drowning in her own sorrow, knowing that Kaz had probably captured the culprit and was happily celebrating his success and no longer needing Y/N's help, that she stumbled forward, barely catching herself when someone bumped her from behind.

When Y/N turned back around, searching for that someone, she was met with a sight she had only seen once in an abandoned warehouse late at night. One that made her mind scream: Helianthus annuus.

Mercher Dupont's eyes were deranged, veins gruesomely popping and blood spilling from his lips, before toppling in the middle of the dance floor, taking his final breath.

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[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

¤~°Scary Monsters! Screaming Halloween Show: Spooky Sweet°~¤

(Y/N) and Yuu felt the warmth of the sun on their backs as the two walk to Ramshackle. The two quiet as Grim chatters about on Yuu's shoulder. "Yuu, um.. Where exactly were you from before Twisted Wonderland?" The female dorm leader asked her vice dorm leader.

(Even though she thought Yuu would be suited much better as dorm leader.)

Yuu shrugs his shoulders lightly so Grim won't fall. His left hand and right hand carrying two bags, while (Y/N) carried the other bags with ease. "To be honest, I'm not really sure.. I don't really have time to think about it."

Yuu said plainly to (Y/N)'s question.The (h/c)-nette hummed in response. Not minding the young males simplistic wording. Instead she just smiled at him, "I'm from (Y/H), well... From what I remember."

She answered simply, like Yuu. "Huh. Really? I think I remember a place like that on the map, I don't think I've ever been there." (Y/N) (e/c) eyes widen, "maybe I could show you around if you ever visit! I think you would like it."

Yuu nods, smiling back at his crush. "Sure, I wouldn't mind." (Y/N) ruffled Yuu's head, his locks turning slightly messy. The male huffs at her antics as Grim laughs. "Sorry, couldn't help myself, you look cute when you pout. Kinda like Riddle!"

The female joked, Yuu only shakes his head as the two were finally on NRC grounds. Grim hops off Yuu shoulder and fly to Ramshackle without the two. Chanting that he wants to eat tuna. "Grim..!"

Yuu calls out to the furball, who didn't hear Yuu. "Fnga!! A monster!" Grim cries as a paper dragon was covering the Ramshackle grounds. Not seeing the students scattered around the area. Working diligently on decorating the whole place.

(Y/N)'s mouth turns into a excited grin, while Yuu looks at it confusingly. Not knowing of the spooky event they would soon participate in!

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(Y/N) hears a knock on the Ramschakle dorm, curiously. She gets up from her spot on the couch and goes to open the door. Unlocking the front door, the female looks around the area. Not a single ghost, person, beastman, fae, in sight. Only a lonely brown package at the bottom of the floor.

(Y/N) picks up the box carefully and takes it inside. When walking to the lounge room, the three ghosts that lived in Rambschakle float down stairs to see what's up. (Y/N) sits back on the couch, with the average sized box sitting on her lap. "Did you three order something?" (Y/N) asked undead friends, the three shook their heads.

"I wonder what's in it?" One of three spoke up."Maybe it's something from the headmaster?" (Y/N) nods, "it could be.." She mutters quietly to herself.

(Y/N) opens the package with hesitation in each of her movements. A piece of (color) neatly folded fabric was in the box. "Huh?" Taking the fabric out, it reveals to be a lot more fabrics!?? (Y/N) and three ghosts look over the first piece of cloth and fabrics that had been in the box.

While the other colorful fabrics still sat at the bottom of the package. "Why is this here..?" (Y/N) asked, holding the (color) cloth up in front of three ghosts. "It must be left overs from the Diasomnia dorm!" The chubby ghost shouted in glee.

"Oh, right! It was probably for their costumes for the Halloween event!" The young female said, but was still puzzled. "Where did this even come from..?" "It came from the box," the smaller ghost said. "Right.. what I meant was, who sent it here?"

Pouring out the fabrics from the box to see if there was a note, or a price tag, nothing was there. "Strange.." The slinky ghost said as he rubbed his chin. (Y/N) could agree with that, but she was more drawn to the cloths scattered around on the couch. A idea pops in her head as she folds up the cloths and lays the dress on the couch.

"I think I got a idea on what to use this for. You three, please protect the stuff on the couch and watch over Yuu and Grim. I need to get some stuff from Mr. Sams shop!" (Y/N) ran out of Ramshackle and tried not to knock into the paper dragon that Senior Vanrouge and his other dorm members worked on.

Not seeing Yuu's confused stare from one of the Ramshackle window's. Once she had returned, she had a pumpkin in one hand. A bag in the other. "It's time to REALLY get into the spirit of Halloween!" (Y/N) placed the pumpkin on the counter and heads up stairs to Yuu/Grims room.

Not before taking the "mystery" box with her.

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It was finally Halloween week! The decorations and costumes were ready. The Halloween committee had decided to drop by Ramshackle to make sure everything was in order. "Wow, everything looks great!" Kalim said with enthusiasm as his ruby eyes shined.

Mallues turns a bit smug after Kalim priase. "Thank you, the Di dorm worked very hard on this." Lilia chuckles at the dorm leader and his haughty tone. Cater takes a few pics, while Deuce looks around. "Where's (Y/N), Yuu and Grim? Shouldn't they have met up with us now?"

"Maybe something came up?" Epel said, looking around the area as well. Vil sighs, "being fashionably late is not something you should do." Jack ears perk up as footsteps came towards the group. "I hear something, I think their on there way here."

Jack was most definitely right about that! Grim came to the group first before the dorm leaders. "Nyaha! Stare at the AMAZING Grim and his awesome costume!" The little feline shouted in pride and glee. His little hat tipping a bit.

"Grim! You're a ghost for Halloween?" Deuce questioned Grim, the furball gives a toothy grin. "Of course!" "What about the others.." Idia asks quietly.

A tired sigh escaped a familiar vice-prefect. Yuu showed a few steps behind Grim. "Hey guys, sorry for being late." Yuu apologized, yet the student didn't look exactly like himself at all! Yuu was dressed up today.

Yuu wore loose white shirt and a slightly grayish vest that had a tail coat attached behind him.The vest had small spider web designs that were a light shade blue, even some at the tail coats end. A pair of simple white pants and shoes. Yuu hair was rather messy, but looked very fluffy.

The final touch was a blue bow-tie that wrapped around his neck.

"You two look great!" Cater said as he started to take a few photos. "Not bad, Yuu!" Deuce says as he pats his friends back rather harshly. Yuu does his best not to double take and nods at his fellow first year.

"Thanks. You should tell (Y/N) and the ghosts that. They worked hard on them."

Almost like a genie being called. The female appeared before the group. "I'm glad you guys liked it." The (h/c) haired female said. "I had no clue what to do durring costume making, I'm greatful the ghosts had helped out."

The dorm leader says bashfully, rubbing the back of neck. "So.. What do you think!" She said with smirk, a creepy gleam in her eyes. The Halloween committee stares at her with awe.

(Y/N) wore a (f/c) dress that had bits of rips and tears. A few peices of uneven fabric hanged off her dress, almost like someone had clawed at it. Splashes of fake blood covered some areas of the dress. A simple white sash was also on her dress, covered in hints of fake blood as well. The sash said "Queen" on it in pretty hand writing.

A plastic tiara was placed crookedly on her head head. Her hair (styled/same). She held a knife in her hands that was drenched in fake blood. "Pretty cool right?" (Y/N) asked the the group.

A confident smile on her face as she waited for someone to respond. Surprisingly, Idia was the first to talk. "You look so.. MOE!" Idia fanboys internally at her costume.

Azul doesn't comment on his friends wording, he just stares at (Y/N) choice of outfit. "What was your thought process for these costumes, (Y/N)?" Jade asked for Azul. Even if the Leech brother was also in slight shock. Which was uncommon to him most days.

(Y/N) swings the knife around, like she was playing hot patato with it. But stops after Jade asked his question. "Er.. well you see. In Yuu's and my world, there was a story or song.. I can't really remember which?"

"But, it was a song about girl who wanted to become the "queen" of her dance that her school was having. Though someone stole her dream and she went on a murderous rampage during the party. Her name was Sarra, I think.. It's a bit fuzzy trying to remember. Anyway, I was inspired by it and then made these costumes with the ghosts help!"

(Y/N) explained, yet Vil looks at her with confusion. "Where did even get those clothes?" Vil gestured to her dress and Yuu's outfit. "I found them outside of Ramshackle. I think it was leftovers of from the Diasomnia dorm?"

"The rest I bought at Sam's shop using some of my paycheck." Yuu overheard her and looks at (Y/N) with worry. "Oh, I see." The handsome vampire said, walking over to her. Vil gently grips her chin, looking over her face.

"Hmm." He hummed, caressing one of her cheeks. "You need to put on some make-up." Vil says as he let's go of her. Pulling out a tiny tube of lipstick, he carefully applied it to her lips.

"I'll put on the rest once we are inside." Not caring for the hateful or unhappy stares of the Halloween committee. Vil goes back to Epel side. The first year looks anywhere but his dorm leader. His fists clenching tightly.

Kalim joyfully jumps over to (Y/N), "you look so pretty! And scary too!" Caring very little on how close they were. The fake werewolf holds her arm as he bombarded (Y/N) with sweet compliments. Cater steps in front of the two.

"(Y/N)-Chan~ Mind if I take a pic of you? Your super scary cute right now!" The female nods as Cater starts snapping a few photos. Hashtaging the pics under, super cute, NRC Halloween event! Cater then takes a selfie as well after, "thanks (Y/N)-Chan!"

"I think it's time to get going." Jack tells the group. Everyone agreed and started to walk to the main campus. Yuu and (Y/N) stayed in the back of group. "You didn't tell me you used your paycheck."

Yuu said as he stared at the female straight in the eye. The (h/c)-nette hurriedly says that she still has enough money for other necessities the three might need in the future. But Yuu only shakes their head, "I could of pitched in." "No way Yuu, you already used most of your Madols on groceries. You need to relax once in awhile and let me treat you!"

Yuu still was not convinced, (Y/N) sighs at him. "We can talk about this later. Right now, I want you to enjoy yourself tonight!" (Y/N) said with a determined, but a pleadding look in her (e/c) eyes. Yuu goes silent, though finally caved in. "Alright.."

"Good, cause I didn't want to abuse my power of dorm leader to make you." (Y/N) jokes, in her head she was cheering for her victory! Yuu gave her a small smile. (Y/N) grasps his hand as the two try not to lose the group.

The End!

(Alright. So I decided to add Yuu in this one because I think Yuu needs more love and free time. They keep dealing with so much stuff, so they need a break! I choose Sara Berry for (Y/N) outfit as a spooky easter egg. Grim and Yuu are her victims, so I gave them ghost costumes! Anyway, Happy Spooky Month! 👻 🎃🃏🍭🍬🍫🎇🎆)

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland halloween #lilia vanrouge #vil shoenheit #jade leech #deuce spade #mc/yuu #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia #epel felmier #jack howl #cater diamond #kalim al asim #idia shroud #sara berry #(y/n)

[prodtrouver]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐍

❝ I'm lucky just to get close to the throne. ❞

Their people never wanted a queen. They've always thought kings are better off for the kingdom. However, the kingdom became full of spies and traitors when the new queen was coronated and was told to assassinate her. There is a catch though: they have to get pass her right-hand men.

Pairing: Kang Taehyun x queen!reader x Park Jisung

Genre/warning: fluff, slight angst, mentions of murder/assassination, bodyguard x queen, knight x queen, mentions of sexism where the kings are much more superior than queens

No. Of words: 2791 words

IMAGINE INSPIRED BY:

= 10 years before =

The little boy ran out of the house, ashes on his face as he immediately fell on the ground. His tears streamed down his face when he realized his family is no longer beside him.

He felt like everything has disappeared from him, everything was taken away by the fire that was set.

He guesses he'll be living on the street now. The people stared at him in pity. Suddenly, he felt someone kneel beside him. He turned to look at the person.

It was a girl: she wore a beautifully embroidered white blouse with a linen skirt. Her slightly wavy hair runs down her shoulders. She looked wealthy, and the villagers looked shocked to see her beside him.

"Don't cry... I know you just lost everything but don't cry." She muttered as she looked over at the still burning house.

"Put it out," she said to the men behind her. She helped the skinny boy stand up. A soft smile on her lips before she hugged him. They were both on the same height and the boy weirdly found her comfortable.

"I will let you stay with me, so tell me your name." She broke the hug and stared at him. She wiped the ash from his cheeks with a piece of cloth.

"Kang... Taehyun..."

= 2 years later =

Taehyun stopped his horse when you got off your horse.

"Princess? Where are you going?" He immediately gets off his horse and followed you. His hand ready to grab your wrist as you head somewhere unknown in the woods.

"Taehyun, I think I saw a body here," you whispered. Taehyun furrowed his brows but stayed quiet.

Suddenly, as you said that, you both halted your steps. A young boy laid unconscious on the leafy ground, blood on his shoulder as if it was still fresh.

"Wha- Taehyun, help me help him!" You said and rushed towards the unconscious boy. Taehyun kneeled beside him while you lifted the boy up a bit.

"Get a cloth or something! Wrap his injury!" You said, and quickly, Taehyun did that. After doing so, you both carried the boy on his horse and immediately head back to the castle. Taehyun clung onto the boy while you rode your horse in front of him.

When the unconscious boy woke up in an unknown room, his pain was no longer there. He looked over at his shoulder: his injury was bandaged. He looked around, confusion stayed on his face.

"What's your name?" He jumped at the sudden question. He turns around and sees you there with a boy beside you. How did he not see you there?

"What's your name, boy?"

"Park Jisung,"

= back to the present =

Taehyun and Jisung stood on your side as you listened to the boring meeting of your father, the king. You yawned and looked over the war board. You took a little Knight,

"If you go there, they will expect you, and you will be assassinated. However, if you go behind the castle at past midnight, that is their weak point." You moved the little knight to behind the carved wood castle of the neighbor kingdom. You pushed more knights behind the figure.

"Immediately, you must surround the castle because they will realize you are attacking. Do not surprise them by shooting whatever from the sky," you said.

Their expressions, except Jisung's and Taehyun's were all shocked. Your father was smirking though, plans running through his head as he watched you whisper something to Taehyun and Jisung.

"Y/n, how does Queen y/n sounds to you?" He asked instantly. Everyone has their eyes wide.

"Sounds nice.... Now, if you excuse me, I need to go," you stood up from your seat. You exited the room,

"You're okay with being Queen?" Jisung asked, and you hopped your head as a yes.

"It will be interesting if you think about it," you spat. You chuckled when you heard Taehyun groan softly.

"Yeah, assassination is definitely interesting," Taehyun said, and you laughed. Jisung just looked over at you both, slightly concerned about the upcoming events.

"Assassination is interesting if you're the target. I have 2 right-hand men to protect me... That is if you can handle it," you smirked, and faced the two boys.

"I trust both of you,"

Coronation wasn't nice at all. All the rushed preparation and activities were being made. Taehyun leaned by your bed while Jisung brushed his hair.

"Coronation is boring," Jisung muttered. Taehyun agreed, but you sighed as a reply.

"I know and I hate the responsibilities of the queen, however, I believe the attempted assassinations of people will be fun." You clapped your hands as you fixed your cape.

"There's something wrong with you then." Taehyun walked towards you and took a hair clip from the vanity. You clipped in your hair, you thanked him.

"Should we stay close to you?" Jisung asked, and he stood beside you. You chuckled and bobbed your head up and down.

Jisung caresses your hair before taking a rose from a vase.

"After this, you will officially be our queen. We vow to be committed with you," Jisung lent you the rose before he kissed your palm.

"We shall put our lives on the line for you, your majesty," Taehyun slightly bowed his head. He held your palm and placed a kiss on it as well.

"Stop acting that way," you smack their shoulders before laughing. You heard the door open and turn your heads.

"Your majesty, it is time," the servant said. Taehyun and Jisung help you stand up and they follow behind you until you make it to the coronation hall.

The door opened: neighbor kings and their wives, as well as princes and princesses. You softly bit your lips as you walked down the carpeted floor. Jisung and Taehyun stood on the side of the podium.

"We are gathered here today for the coronation of our first queen!" You kept your eyes in the front, however, you could tell Taehyun and Jisung has noticed something.

"It's just coronation day, and she already had people targeting on her." Taehyun whispered to Jisung when he pointed at a prince who gripped on the handle of the dagger hidden inside his coat.

"Let's just stay close to her later," Jisung whispered back and Taehyun agreed.

You softly smiled to all the people that greeted you with joy and pleasure. Although, it is weird to bow to a queen, and not a king. You weren't having it though; you despised greeting people who threw looks as daggers at you.

You knew you need to prove that you are capable of ruling the kingdom, however, you also knew there would be traitors and stubborn minds out there.

"Your majesty, we saw a prince with a dagger. Please, be careful," Taehyun lightly held your arm. You placed your hands on both of their shoulders.

"Instead of staying close to me, monitor him. Eliminate him but don't kill him if you must," you whispered. Both boys nodded their heads before separating ways.

"Good day, your royal majesty," you turned around to be greeted by the neighboring kingdom's princes, Choi Yeonjun and Mark Lee.

"Good day, Prince Yeonjun, Prince Mark," you bowed your head, slightly. Both princes sweetly smiled at you as they make up a conversation.

However, behind them, you saw another prince. He had his gaze on you, a glare perhaps. Behind him was Jisung, and on his left was Taehyun. Both were pretending to be busy while they kept their gazes on Prince traitor.

"Your majesty, if you would like, we can send a few of our royal guards to keep you heavily guarded. There are people who do not like nor trust a queen." Yeonjun insisted, but a faint chuckle left your red lips.

"Thank you for the insistence, but I figured I could handle the betrayal of my so-called-people. No need to worry, I will be alright," you said.

"Alright then- but if you need more guards, our kingdom will be glad to lend a few," Mark said before you thanked them once more. Both princes left shortly to talk to other inheritors of the other kingdoms.

You, on the other hand, thinks of a plan to please your kingdom, only to realize that won't be needed.

A week has passed and everything was alright. You have already improvised and finished the undone tasks of the past king, aka your father.

The farms were able to finish just before spring arrived with the extra pairs of arms you sent out. More supplies were given to the shops in the village that could last them a lifetime.

It wasn't to please your people, but rather do the right thing. That's what important in being the ruler of a kingdom.

"Your majesty, a few more guards have been sent out to patrol the village. Do you want to increase the number of guards to patrol the castle grounds during evening as well?" The kingdom's Marshal explained.

"No more increase for the evening patrols. Although, assign a few guards from the day patrols to the remote are of the kingdom's village." You said, the marshal nodded and left afterwards.

Jisung, who sat on the side, suddenly yawned. You looked at him from your throne while Taehyun rolled his eyes at the other's reactions.

"So boring!" Jisung shouted, not giving a damn to the other guards in the humongous throne room.

"I hate to admit it, but today is more boring than yesterday," Taehyun spoke the truth. You chuckled and removed the cloak on your shoulder.

"Should we go train then? It has been a while since we practiced our swordsmanship."

They both smile and hurriedly made their way to the training grounds. You let out a chuckle, however, that didn't last long when you felt stares behind you.

You turned around, only to see a man ran towards you with a dagger on his palm. You stood still and closed your eyes.

Pain didn't hit you, nor hurt you. Instead, all you heard is the man's groans and winces of pain.

"Glad we didn't get that far," Taehyun spoke as he took the dagger from the unknown man. Jisung has hit foot pressed on the man's chest, his arms crossed.

"Nevermind, today isn't so boring," Jisung smirked. "If anything else, it's quite interesting to find out a mere peasant plans to assassinate her majesty."

You opened your eyes to watch Taehyun pull the man up, his hands already tied to the back. Jisung, who took the dagger from Taehyun, threw the dagger down the window.

"What if you hit someone with that?" You said as you stood beside Jisung. You both watched Taehyun effortlessly tie the struggling man.

"Then it looks like blades do fall from the sky. They'll probably think it's the devil trying to kill them." Jisung joked, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"You have time to joke around while almost being killed!? You really are a careless queen! The kingdom doesn't need you!" The man shouted as Taehyun pushed him against the wall. Taehyun stepped back and stared at the man.

"I'm not careless nor thoughtless- I'm joking around because I know I won't die. Why do you think I just stood there? To show that I'm an easy target?" You smirked and immediately pulled out the sword from Jisung's sheath.

You stabbed the wall. The blade of the sword was centimeters away from the man's ears.

"Go ahead and tell your people I'm a very easy target. My father gave me the throne for a reason, and throwing away people like you from the kingdom is one of those reasons." You removed the sword from the wall.

You gave it back to Jisung and turned around, about to walk away.

"Taehyun, I trust you with handling this man. We will meet you in the training grounds." You spoke as Taehyun nodded. Jisung followed you to the training grounds.

"You must be sick of her ordering you around- do you plan on killing her too?" The man smirked at Taehyun, who smirked back.

"I'm lucky just to get close to the throne, you peasant. I'm never tired of her orders, I enjoy them lots." Taehyun said as he effortlessly dragged the man to the other guards to imprison him.

You walked down the dark halls of the castle. A lamp on your hand as you looked straight ahead.

The castle remained its peaceful silence, even in the evening. Although you're certain it cannot remain that way for you knew, someone has their eyes glued on your figure.

You're never really keen of normal princess stuff. War strategies, weapons, and swordsmanship interests you more. You just learned proper princess etiquette because of your mother.

Jisung and Taehyun aren't currently with you, hence, making you more vulnerable than usual. That really didn't stop you from staying strong. You are the one who trained the two boys.

You stopped and let out a sigh.

"Stop following me, will you?" You turn around, your right hand already on the handle of your sheathed sword. The 2nd unknown man of the day smirked at you.

"You took away my brother, you will never take me!" He lunges himself towards you, daggers on both of his grasps.

Luckily, you ducked and kicked him in the chest and sent him flying backwards. You unsheathed your sword and pointed it at the man.

Just from his figure, it was obvious he does swordsmanship. He even could surpass you, but you stayed confident that you're stronger.

Once again, the man stood up and lunges himself at you. The blade of his daggers met the blade of her swords. The cling and clangs of both blades echoed in the half-empty hall.

"So you're not useless at all," the man was stunned by your swordsmanship. All you could do is smashed your head into his and kicked him backwards once again.

"What's your head god damn made off?" You laughed this time, you lunged yourself at him.

The way you moved and yield your sword from his weak points kept catching him off guard. However, you were also surprised with how quickly the man thinks.

You both circled in the hall, your blades being yielded. Suddenly, he kicked your hand and your sword falls to the ground. Your eyes followed the sword, and he used the chance to kick you once more.

Pain came crashing down on your chest and hand. The man smirked as he held you up, his dagger pointed on your neck.

"Bye bye, your majesty," he said. The icy blade touched your skin, it sent shivers down your spine but it confused him. You looked unfazed, then instantly-

"The show was nice, but I'm not pleased with the fact you hurt our queen." The man was kicked from behind and he dropped you. You were caught by Taehyun, though.

"You were amazing, y/n- you should teach us again," Taehyun dusted off all the 'peasant dust' off you.

"I was wondering why you guys were just watching behind that door," you rolled your eyes.

"The night was boring," Jisung spat.

"Everything for you is boring," Taehyun picked up your sword and returned it to you. The three of you looked at the man who was reaching for his daggers.

"I'll take that!" Jisung picked both of his daggers and inspected it.

"Interesting, interesting- it still looks new, however, it's dull. If we weren't here, you would've suffered a tragic murder, y/n." Jisung said as he gave the daggers to you.

"Death is boring- why not dodge it when you're seriously about to die?" You joked and put your sword back in its sheathe.

"I won't even ask who sent you. Jisung and Taehyun could handle them," your eyes got darker. The man felt his crack.

"I hope you realize you messed with the wrong people. You messed with the queen, not only that..." You kneeled in front of him and pressed the cold dagger's blade on his neck.

"You messed with the Queen's right-hand men." You smiled sweetly, but your eyes don't show sweetness nor kindness.

"Guards, take him to prison!" You clapped your hands, and a door opened, and revealed the guards who were watching everything.

"Make sure he stays with his dumb assassin brother," you said as you turned to look at Jisung and Taehyun.

"Now that's over- let's play in my room! The night isn't over!" You locked your arms with them.

"I'm sleepy though," Jisung yawned.

"Everything is really boring for you," Taehyun rolled his eyes as he let you drag him to your bedroom.

"I'm joking! What game should we play? Charades? What words should we include?" Jisung said as he thought of things to act as.

"Include the title Queen's right-hand men." Taehyun joked, and you laughed.

"How are you both going to act that? You're going to call yourself right hand 1 and right hand 2?" You joked and they both laughed as the three of you reached your bedroom.

"Simple! Just point at the queen, then point at me and Taehyun!" Jisung said,

"That's already saying the answer, Ji!" You and Taehyun shouted before you all threw in a fit of laughter.

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[mozartreincarnate]

Hold on, I still want you

After the Nogitsune, the pack was slowly but surely pulling away from Stiles. He wasn't surprised. If he could abandon himself, he would. There was probably some magicky way to do that but he didn't want to cause more trouble.

Scott leaving him was expected. He was the cause of Allison's death after all. Lydia had ignored him for ten years, so he was used to her silence. Kira stuck with Scott and Malia with Kira.

Malia's cold shoulder kind of stung, though; he thought she wouldn't care about any of it. But she might have still held a grudge against him for uprooting her life as a coyote.

Derek and Cora, well he thought they wouod understand, they stuck around for a week or two, but it was strained. Soon, they disappeared from his life as well. He was starting to become numb to the pain of the loneliness. He silence being ever-present.

The one that hurt the most, however, was the way his father was looking at him now - on the rare occasion he forced himself to look at his son - like Stiles was the monster his mother always said he was.

It was like he was an outcast. Like everything would be better if he left, disappeared, died, whatever, as long as they didn't have to see him anymore.

With all the rejection of being excluded from any and all pack business, he started hating humself more and more. He couldn't sleep, eat or focus on anything but the ever-present silence.

He couldn't remember the last time he took a shower, or changed clothes. He was indefinitely given excused from the school "until he recovered from his breakdown."

Soon he forgot what it looked like outside his room. And he didn't care to remind himself.

-----

Peter never really cared what was happening in the town; the only thing keeping him at pack meetings - hell, even keeping him in Beacon Hills at all - was Stiles.

The problem was, he hadn't seen the smartest pack member in weeks, and when he asked about him, he only got short, dismissive responses. Like nobody really cared.

He had even called the Sheriff, because if anyone cared about the human, it should be his father. But Peter was wrong. The man didn't even know that his son hadn't been seen hy anyone in the last weeks.

It was only after he managed to corner Liam, that he got the slightest of clues as to what was going on; the kid was too honest and easily intimidated. He was also the only one who didn't really know what went down, and therefore saw no real reason to shut anyone out, he was only following his pathetic Alpha.

Apparently the pack had successfully pushed Stiles out.

Seeing no reason to bother with help the pack anymore, he decided to seek out his favourite human on his own. The best place to look was his home, so that was where Peter headed, after picking up some food and water for Stiles.

-----

The knock on the door startled Stiles out of his increasingly darker thoughts. He was almost hopeful that it was someone of the pack, but crushed that thought down immediately; notl reason to hurt himself more than he already had.

After a few minutes, the knocking stopped. He wasn't surprised, but he was glad to avoid confrontation.

His relief was short lived, as he heard his window sliding open and turned to see the last - but also most likely - person climbing through.

"Peter?" he croaked. He startled at the sound, but figured that his voice must have gone hoarse from not using it for so long.

"Oh, Darling," the wolf breathed, "what have they done to you?" He set the grocery bag down on the foot of Stiles' bed and took a tentative step towards him.

Instead of recoiling or flinching away like Peter expected, Stiles only scoffed at Peter's slow movement.

"What, you gonna treat me like a venomous snake too? Come here to yell at me, accuse me of being a monster, a murderer, a psychopath? I don't have time for that, I know all of those things, I know them better than anyone. And I've been screamed at, beaten down, and rejected enough to get the message that I'm no longer welcome anywhere!"

Peter only stood and listened to Stiles' little rant, his voice slowly returning to normal. He didn't think the human even realised the tears running down his cheeks and pooling in the too-deep hollows of his too-prominent collarbones. But as soon as Stiles took a breath, Peter moved the rest of the way to him and embraced him. He been touch starved after weeks and weeks of no phgsical contact, because as soon as Peter curled his body around him, he collapsed.

Peter moved them to sit down on the bed and handfed Stiles the much-needed nutrition he brought, and made him drink a bottle of water after.

Then he walked him to the bathroom, undressing him, and helping him into the shower, cleaning him thoroughly. While he was drying him, Stiles asked him why he was there and doing all this for him.

"You're pack, Stiles. You're human, so you don't feel the bond as strongly as a wolf can, but it's there. You're the only packbond I have. I care about you, Stiles, in a way that I haven't cared in a long, long time. I'm taking care of my pack, the way you've been taking care of me since we started doing the pack's planning and research for them. Don't think I didn't notice."

Stiles didn't know what to say to that, but he relaxed as Peter shaved the bit of beard he'd grown in the last while, and dressed him.

-----

He woke up the next day, feeling more positive than he had since before the Darach. He made breakfast for himself and Peter, who'd stayed the night to watch over him. His father wasn't home, not that it was anything new.

He finally felt the guts to go to school, despite Peter's warning that h wasn't emotionally ready.

He understood why when he walked through the doors; the stares immediately pressing down on him, making him keep his head down, eyes trained on the floor. Getting through his classes was slightly more bearable when he wasn't facing the other students.

Everything went downhill during lunch period when the twins - who were apparently loyal to Scott now - decided to confront him in an empty classroom, harassing him with insults and accusations and reminders of all he'd done. And in a second he was numb again, crushing hopelessness surrounding him again, and the world seemed to turn grey.

He couldn't handle anything anymore and immediately went home.

And all of Peter's effort to bring him back went down the drain the moment Stiles made his decision and he locked himself in the bathroom.

-----

Peter felt Stiles' distress through the bond that he'd been paying much closer attention to since yesterday. He rushed to the school where he found out that his human had left the grounds in a hurry, about five minutes ago.

Peter knew how fragile Stiles was right now and all the worst case scenarios started running through his brain. He immediately headed for the Stilinski house, while calling the sheriff. Before the man could even manage a greeting, Peter was already talking.

"I know you don't like me, Sheriff, and I know you have mixed feelings about your son at the moment, but you need to listen to me and listen well. Stiles' health has been deteriorating, for real this time, since all of you started shutting him out. He is in the worst mental state and i fear he might do something you and the pack will regret if you don't meet me at your house right now."

He hung up immediately and broke into a sprint. He forced the front door open and rushed to his human's room and then the bathroom when he didn't find him. Stiles was lying on the floor when he broke through. He pulled him in to feel his heartbeat, screaming, "Please don't leave me!" with tears pooling in his eyes. He sent a quick text to Noah Stilinski to meet him at the emergency room instead.

The way to the hospital felt long and endless with Stiles silent beside him. He was driving a nightmare he couldn't escape from. He was helplessly praying that his light wasn't fading, ignoring the shock and the chill in his bones.

When he arrived he rushed through the doors with his packmate in his arms. They took him away on the table while Peter paced back and forth as he waited for the sheriff. But as soon as he pick up the distinct scent of the pack, his blood started boiling and he had to refrain himself from ripping them to shreds for what the had done to his Stiles.

The sheriff arrived in the middle of Peter's rant about the audacity they had to suddenly care while being the reason of this entire situation.

"And you!" he exclaimed, rounding on Noah and ignoring the pack's guilty expressions, "you should have been there for him as his father! Did you not think of all the guilt he was feeling and the self-deprecation he was going through? Did you not realise that he hadn't left his room for weeks before today? That he hasn't been eating, sleeping, bathing, taking care of his own basic needs? And now he's on death's door because you all pushing him out!"

And right on time, the nurse came giving the all-clear for them to see Stiles.

Peter shot them all a withering glare before following her directions.

When he entered the room, the first thing he noticed was the steady beeling of the heart monitor. And when his eyes fell on his love, he felt himself crying again. He looked dead; skin paler than normal, sunken cheeks and the darkest eyebags.

He sat down in the visitor's chair, took his human's boney hand in his, and whispered, "hold on, i still want you. Come back, I still need you. I swear to love you all my life. I don't wanna let you go. I know, and you do too, that I'm not that strong. I just wanna hear you saying 'Let's go home.' Stiles, I just wanna take you home. Keep you safe in my arms and shield you frok all who hurt you."

At the last part, he shot a glare at the pack. It was as if they had woken up, realised that Stiles was human, and that he was innocent, and not the demon that had butchered half the town. There were tears streaming down some of their cheeks and the rest were looking down. The sheriff looked the worst, and Peter couldn't find any sympathy for the man. Everyone stayed at the hospital for the week that it took Stiles to open his eyes. Peter was extremely annoyed by this, and by the gifts they were bringing in one by one, as if that would erase all of this.

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When Stiles woke, and the first thing he noticed was his wolf watching over him, he gave a soft smile at Peter's look of relief. But as soon as he realised they were not alone, his smile dropped and his heart monitor sped up, clearly speaking his distress at seeing the pack. Peter spun around, growling and flashing his eyes, making everyone take a step back.

The wolf reached for Stiles' and and as soon as they made skin contact, his heartrate returned to normal.

The room was silent save for the beeping monitor, until Scott spoke up.

"Stiles, I... I'm so sorry, man. This is all my fault." He took a small step forward and Peter gave Stiles' hand a comforting squeeze. "We never should have taken our grief out on you. There is no excuse. And everyone else followed my lead. I'm so, so sorry that we all completely forgot who you are. Our friend, our pack, the glue of our friendship and the steadiest support in all I've ever achieved. I don't expect you to forgive me, or even talk to me ever again. Just know that I'll be here from now on if you would want me as your friend again."

Lydia spoke up next, "Stiles, I know it won't fix anything, or erase what we've caused, but we all apologise. We bought and made you all these gifts, which you don't have to accept. But know that we really want you in the pack again, and not because of what you did for us, bu because you're you, Stiles. Like, Scott said, you were the glue keeping us all intact, and we love you. We were just too blind and overcome with grief to remember that."

Stiles was crying now, and so was Lydia. "Thank you, all of you. I accept your gifts and apology, but I'm not ready to forgive yet. I'm going to stick with Peter from now on, if that's okay. He cared enough to bring me back out of mind, and I only trust him right now."

Noah looked like he wanted to protest, but seemed to think better of it and said instead, "Son, I don't know where to start, or what to say. No words and no amount of apologies can make this right. If you want to leave, then that's okay, because I have no right to tell you otherwise, and act like a father, i haven't been a father to you for a while now. But if you ever want to come back, I'll be waiting with open arms."

When Noah finished, Peter turb to Stiles and said to him, "I want you to come live with me, if it's alright with you, we are pack after all. And if you'd rather move away from Beacon Hills, then we can do that too. The choice is yours."

After a beat of silence, Stiles nodded and with a hopelful smile, he said, "I'd like that."

#teen wolf #Stiles Stilinski #Peter Hale #Steter #angst #hurt/comfort #sad stiles #attempted suicide #tw #happy ending #hopeful ending #my work #please don't steal it #I'll be sad #but liking and commenting and rebloggong is very much welcomed

[ignitification]

I'm glad we could handle this respectfully.

Two questions

Do you think Endeavor will Die in the Future,Like Dabi Kills him?or will he stay alive throughout?

Also I feel like and hope him and Rei Should get a divorce.She should'nt be with someone who's hurt her Physically and psychologically.I think them not being married would be very healthy for them

And In response,People can change but I haven't seen the villians wanna change since they believe they're in the right.you have to want change in order to change.Shigaraki,Toga,Dabi and All for one have shown no signs of wanting to change.this is all my opinion but like They honestly don't wanna change since they believe,due to their pasts,that they're doing the right thing.Dabi has Murdered 30 innocent people,Toga is literally a wanted Serial Who drinks blood like Juice,and Shigaraki Murdered many heroes and ordered his Minions to destroy everything.

Imo,that doesn't look like wanting to change.

I feel like they work well as villians So Horikoshi probably won't redeem them But again I can't predict the future so I'm getting ahead of myself 😅sorry for wasting your time

It was just my two sense

Plus we need to fix hero society but they're doing it in a cruel and hypocritical way

I'd like to address the three points you made in three different sections:

Endeavour probability of staying alive (of which I already talked here, so it will be short)

Rei's involvment with Todoroki Enji

The Three Villains (the three mains) not wanting to change (on which I already hinted at here and here)

Trigger warning: mentions of suicide; violence; self-harm.

1.) Endeavour’s course of life (and action)

To be honest, I think this is the easiest point to address and I’ll refrain from going over and over again the same point. My answer, as before, is no. I do not think that Enji is going to die (refer to the linked before post for a more in depth analysis of why). However, on the question whether Enji Todoroki will still be alive at the end of the manga, I think the answer might be different. I utterly think that where the manga is going so far foreshadows a lot of pain to come. And I’ll let Horikoshi do whatever he plans, but my spider-senses tell me that even if he does survive, Endeavour is unlikely to get a happy ending (or at least a canonically happy one). He will be hold responsible of his actions, and that is the most important thing. As long as he gets on the right path, everything could happen. Especially considering the events of Ch. 300, which might be interpreted as a first step on regaining the real narrative of what went down (and which might be even more cruel than we think) , so this means we are getting at the root of the problem. 

2.) Rei’s involvement in Enji’s life

This, on the contrary, is the most delicate point of the post. Rei is introduced as a 'weak' and heavily mentally abused character. She is confined in a hospital and she seems to be closed in her own world so much she does not notice time passing and stares out of the window trying to make sense of the world. Which, on one hand, I think is very fitting for her, but at the same time I am included to think that this is the furthest thing from what Rei' character is supposed to be.

Rei Todoroki is a victim. But she is not weak. She made her mistakes (of which she is aware of and feels guilty about, but that's for another time because Shouto's scar - mental and facial - is a whole lot deal to unpack) and she had way too much time to think. Shouto never held it against her and now, he, together with Natsuo and Fuyumi helped her to regain the confidence she knows Enji took from her. He closed her off in a hospital to prederve her health, but instead he just took off years of her life from her children and viceversa.

However, I am not sure whether Enji and Rei are still married or separated or divorced or whatever. It seems like on paper they are still together, but there is a rift in their relationship.

I mean, look at this panel: Rei is behind her children, looking at Endeavour like the douchebag he is, and telling him promptly that, this, is not about him and that however he might feel, he is not the victim or the one who needs to be forgiven.

I, personally, have never thought much of her character, besides of her being sick, in hospital and trying not to relapse so hard.

The first time we see her, she looks lifeless. They looks listless. And I can't stress that enough, it is not that she did not try to fight it. But accepting that the trauma happened in the first time is a stress for her mental health. But instead of getting worse, Shouto and her family's presence revitalizes her.

Which beings me to the point made in the last panel. She knows that in his shallow way, Endeavour tried to tell her that he is still there, and while he does not want to impose his presence, he will still wait for her when she wants to.

Funny thing, is that we discover is that she does not want him back. She is done with everything that happened and she is ready to take the reigns of her life back. And in order to do that she needs to wash their dirty landry. And she does not care of how this might affect Endeavour, but instead she wants justice, truth and not tears and excuses.

Rei ia going to fight to have her way. Be it out of Endeavour 's life or inside the life of Touya, time only will tell.

And finally point 3.) The Big Three Villains' on change and saviours

I am very hard trying to get through to everyone out there while I say that change is something that comes to you regardless of whether you want it or not. Shigaraki, Dabi and Toga do not recognise that they might be able to change, and that they might be saved. In their minds, fairly, they do not have to change in order to be eligible for salvation. I already stressed this in my other answers, they should not change in order for them to ‘deserve’ being saved. Maybe they do not even want it. But if the chance presents itself, of them being offered a hand, would they dare to take it? Probably not. And this is not because they are happily wasting their time to kill and fuck around, no. It’s because it’s a mechanism ingrained into their minds: Dabi escaped home after he abused and neglected, Shigaraki accidentally killed his family and then was left to himself, and Toga was deemed weird and creepy and just cast aside as trash. Do you see a pattern here? If yes, well congratulations. It’s a quirk-based society, and since their quirks somehow became synonym to their worth, these individuals were deemed not worthy or villains from the get-go and they just choose to embrace whatever life threw at them, instead of just letting go. And let me tell you, that in their cases, letting go would mean die. They all, in some degree, suffer from auto-destructive and self-harm tendencies, which should be telling enough. And if it not, just think about why people behave this way. Why do people feel the need to destroy themselves? They do because they feel like the pain inside them feels a tiny bit lighter if they externate. Shigaraki told Izuku that as this failed society refused and never forgave him, he won’t forgive anyone in return. He does not care about his crimes because apart from those crimes he commits for a reason, he has nothing else going on. He does not have a family to go home to. He does not have a home. He does not have anything apart from the League, his memories hunting him and the eternal stigma of society labelling him as unsavable.

So excuse me very much when I say that they do not want to change and they might be right. Nothing changed, and nothing changes now. The only hope they have to be redeemed, it’s not for the heroes to forget their crimes, and to enjoy further destruction but to understand that the only way someone can help you is if believe in them. Dabi does not think he deserves to be saved. Toga had hopes which were destroyed right after Hawks killed Twice. Shigaraki put everything on the stake because the kid never knew how to genuinely smile. Let us for a moment think what would have happened to Eri if she did not get saved. It’s not hard after all: the kids of the League are all examples of what happens then.

It’s not because they change that they need to be saved. They need to be saved because they need to change. 

#bnha #bnha spoilers #boku no hero academia #mha #mha spoilers #my hero academy #bnha meta #bnha 300 #mha 300 #mha meta #bnha analysis #sunn answers #bnha manga spoilers #endeavour #enji todoroki #todoroki family #rei todoroki #todoroki touya #dabi #shouto todoroki #Lov #league of villains #shigaraki tomura #toga himiko #shimura tenko

[incorrectbandofbrothersquotes]

For the DVD commentary <3

She froze, and Ron watched something flash behind her eyes. A storm was brewing inside her, a hellish anger at the implication there. He didn’t agree with what Harvey was saying either, but that was just the sort of comment that set Juliet off.

“Your entire argument is childless women being unhinged simply because they are childless,” she said, and there was a strain on her voice to keep it level. “There are plenty of women who cannot have children who do not go around murdering other people’s, myself included. Your head is up your ass if you think this will be an acceptable defense in a court of law!”

It took Ron a moment to fully absorb what she had just admitted. He wondered for a fleeting second if Juliet was bluffing, but she was too ethical. In situations like this, she wouldn’t lie - not about something so serious. He also wondered if it was something he could ask her about, but that was a conversation for later.

“Any doctor would diagnose her as unstable,” Harvey said, face darkening. “And I don’t appreciate your tone, Miss Fletcher.”

“I don’t appreciate your ignorance, Mr. Cooper,” she shot back. “She wasn’t diagnosed as anything except woman, and that was by you, not a doctor.”

“Hold on -”

“So if I - I dunno - leapt over this desk and strangled you,” she cut across him, and Ron held back a laugh. “You would reasonably expect another attorney to argue that it’s the responsibility of the London Pursuit because they should have known, say, that my ex-fiancée was an attorney therefore I’m more likely to kill one? Because scorned women are known to be more furious?”

“That’s not the same.”

“It’s exactly the same, only in your case, worse,” she snapped. “A child is dead, and you are making a mockery of the fight for justice.”

“I’m doing my job -”

“Your job should entail getting Mrs. Fisher evaluated by a doctor and arguing down her sentence based on her mental capacity,” she returned. “Instead, you are reducing her to a monster because she is unable to give birth.”

“I’m not -”

“Even if it were true - which it isn’t,” she interrupted him again. “It would still be her own fault for putting her hands on a child!”

Harvey slammed his hands down on his desk, which prompted Ron to get to his feet, but Juliet didn’t even flinch. She stared that lawyer down as if they were in the courtroom already and she was the cross examiner. She was so unafraid it was almost difficult to believe that just hours ago a little spider had sent her running across the room.

“Miss Fletcher,” Harvey said levelly, casting a sideways glance at Ron. “You clearly came into this interview with your mind made up about my client and this case. I must ask you to leave.”

She stood up. “You’re right, I did come in here with my mind made up,” she said. “But that’s because I’ve got the facts. Unlike you, Mr. Cooper, I do not rely on drollery to do my job.”

“That’s a bold statement coming from a woman -”

“Do not ever reduce me to my sex, Mr. Cooper,” she snapped. “Yours certainly will not protect you from being intentionally stripped of your dignity.”

With that, she turned on her heel and swept out of the office. Harvey stood up. He went around his desk and started after her.

“Hold on, what does that mean?!” he called.

Ron intercepted him at the doorway, stopping Harvey with a hand to the chest.

“No,” Ron said simply, with a warning look. It went without saying that Ron had about fifty pounds on Harvey, so if he followed them out, there would be consequences. When that was well understood, Ron went after Juliet.

She was already outside by the time he caught up, and she was waiting for him. The wind blew her hair, and he was briefly struck by how attractive she looked. He was already aroused by how she did in the interview. When he wasn’t on the receiving end of her ranting, it really was something. It was something when he was, but ultimately more enjoyable when it was directed at someone else. Because he could just sit back to watch her go and admire her.

ps: I'm so sorry this are way more than 500 words, but i just loved this whole scene so much. Juliet is incredible

Thank you so much for the love for Juliet! I am so glad she's well-liked. And lol it's not a problem that it's more than 500 words, I'm more than happy to break it down :)

SO. This scene has a few layers to it, some that are not immediately obvious. I have a lot of scenes where Juliet establishes her passionate ideas about feminism, and this is clearly one of them. Only this time, we're seeing it from Ron's perspective, instead of hers, directed at him.

But, this one's complicated, because it reveals something about her that contrasts to the ideal of "womanhood" at that time period - she is unable to have children. And, like she does with most things, she handles it with almost nonchalance. It isn't this burden she carries, it's just...a fact about her same as her hair being blonde.

This ultimately is me laying the groundwork for one of the themes of this fic, which is the idea of woman/motherhood and subverting tradition. It's going to come up later in a big way with the Plot Twist™ that I've got coming toward the end of the fic. It also serves to set up the contrast between her and Melanie, with that theme in mind.

Another thing I wanted to do with this scene was remind Ron that Juliet is smart. She's professional and she knows what she's talking about, as goofy as she comes off in other moments (i.e. the aforementioned spider scene). And he gets the message loud and clear. So much so, he's literally turned on by how impressed he is. She's powerful not just with him, but always, and he respects that. He still feels protective, which is why he stops Harvey with one of his psycho-killer looks, but he ultimately knows that Juliet can handle herself.

Notice that this scene is from Ron's perspective, but he does not speak until that moment. Not only is this something that is in character for him in my opinion, but it shows that he is aware of how capable she is. He doesn't do things for her because he feels like he has to, he does them because he wants to. This also adds to a theme from Ron's part of the story - having to do with the role of a man in a woman's life - not an easy task with a woman like Juliet, who has been let down by almost every man in her life except her brother, who is, through no fault of his own, not in her life at the moment. Ron sees that Juliet is independent and strong, but he wants to be the place where she takes a break. The quiet support system to make her even stronger.

lol, I'm getting away from the scene a little bit

But yes, this scene just further establishes the ground work I'm laying down for later on, and Juliet gets to be sassy and hilarious, much to the admiration of Ron.

#juliet fletcher #ron speirs #roliet #you better you better you bet series #tvserie-s-world

[taiblogcomics]

I’m Thinking of an Animal-Vegetable-Mineral Man...

Hey there, scrawny clown snatch. We're down to the wire. Second to last issue of The Ravagers. Which means most of August, we'll be free. To a point, anyway, we still have to review the rest of Teen Titans after that. But that's a problem for Future Taiblog~

Here's the cover:

It's the last stand, and I can't stands no more! It's also our last chance to plaster Caitlin Fairchild's boobs across the cover, and by god, they're gonna take it. So, what's going on here? Zombie apocalypse? No, it turns out this is actually a fold-out cover. I unfortunately don't have the second half to show you, but picture even more Fairchild clones, which are even more twisted and bizarre, and they're being commanded by the most awkwardly-named fellow in comics: Animal-Vegetable-Mineral Man! Also, nice of you to make it to the cover, Ridge! You got murdered last issue and aren't in this one~

So yeah. Last time, Ridge turned back into a child and got some character focus. Beast Boy and Terra upgraded to a couple. And Lightning got brought back to life. Then Deathstroke broke in and murdered Ridge. And that's where we pick up. Beast Boy comes in to Terra's room, waking her up. Alas, he's not after a glass of water, but the fact that his senses have picked up the smell of burning meat. And he's worried because it's not just Ridge's midnight snack, it's human flesh. Apparently he's familiar enough with that from his days in the Colony to recognise it.  Concerning~

We're not done breaking into characters' bedrooms either, since Rose Wilson has now entered Fairchild's. She's not here to kill Fairchild, though. She wants to bring her in alive, in the hopes that bringing her back will make Harvest forgive them. First of all, I'm still not super clear on what it is they did to betray Harvest in the first place. Secondly, as unstable as Harvest is, why would he care~? And while Rose explains all this to Fairchild, Niles Caulder watches it on security footage and activates something called the "Animal-Vegetable-Mineral protocol". The computer even acknowledges it with the super-secret code of 1-22-13 (the numbers of each corresponding letter of the alphabet).

He did that just in time, too, because Deathstroke comes in in the next panel and stab-burns Niles to death too. While the alarms blare about Protocol 1-22-13, Terra and BB meet up with Thunder and Lightning outside their room. They got no idea what's going on, but agree they should try to find their remaining friends. Unfortunately, Warblade's found them first. Lightning just blasts him, just in time for Fairchild to join them by punching Rose through the wall. Warblade gets up and quips that they should be glad Harvest didn't send someone really scary after them. I'm glad he's so secure in his place of not being scary. And to punctuate that thought, Deathstroke walks in.

Beast Boy recognises Deathstroke "from TV", and reasons that the only way to survive is to team up. Warblade, for once, isn't completely stupid and agrees. Before the lot of them can really attack Deathstroke, though, the floor starts vibrating. It's not Terra's powers either. And very suddenly, Animal-Vegetable-Mineral Man breaks through the floor. If you've never heard of this guy, he's a classic Doom Patrol villain, and he's interpreted pretty awesomely here. He's a plain-looking dude, with a tree branch for one arm, a crystal for the other, and a T. rex growing out of the side of his face. Body-horrorifyingly awesome~

Anyway, AVM-Man just starts going nuts, not really caring who it is he's fighting. I guess when you have a T. rex growing out of half your face, you can't really be held responsible for your actions. He punches Fairchild across the room, and then mangles Beast Boy's leg a bit. Thunder and Lightning continue blasting him, which at least keeps him busy. Meanwhile, Rose and Warblade confront Fairchild, and then Deathstroke comes in behind them. Fairchild decides to let them work out their own issues and leaves. Rose chases after her, while Warblade stays to confront Deathstroke. This, of course, includes also a lot of male posturing between them.

The combined might of the kids (but especially Terra calling up some bedrock) manage to bring AVM-Man down. Even Rose helped. She tries to restart her fight with Fairchild, but suddenly they hear Warblade yell from the next room. And then his head bounces into the room. Problem is, if you recall, they revealed that this is just a helmet from an Iron Man-type suit a couple issues ago. And since there's no gore, I dunno if I'm going to mark this one on the death counter. Either way, though, Deathstroke starts chasing Rose down now, and Fairchild comes with her.

And that leads to the conclusion of the issue: Rose leads Fairchild into another room, one of Niles' other backup defenses. This room is all full of tanks, with clones of Fairchild inside them. They're not all gross and deformed like on the cover, though. Fairchild, of course, is horrified and stunned by this revelation, but Rose is not. She claims to have known it all along. And on that bombshell, she ends the issue with a classic "What makes you think you're the original?" line.

Well, this sure was an issue. In fact, I’d say it’s a whole bunch of issues. Haha, get it, it’s like comic books. No, but seriously, there’s some significant problems with this one. Ridge is one. He’s on the cool-but-disingenuous cover, but not in the actual story. Other than Beast Boy smelling him get cooked alive, Ridge does not appear in this issue. He got murdered last issue, and his friends probably don’t even know he’s dead. Niles and possibly Warblade also die in this issue. I know this is our penultimate issue, but I really don’t like this method of cleaning house. I really don’t have much else to say about this, other than I’m looking forward to being done with it next week~

#comics #reviews #The Ravagers #Taiblog

[muslimintp-1999-girl]

Like father........(like daughter)

A lot of theories were correct

Malcolm ofc isn't someone who would murder, I had that right.

Someone had mentioned here on tumblr that it could actually be Ainsley judging from the title of the episode

and so it was less of a shocker and this episode felt a bit lacking in suspense

But overall it was a good show

The end wasn't that thrilling

But what this show did is highlight how corrupt the system is and those with money and influence/power can get themselves out of any charge.

It showed two sides; one 1) the idealistic Malcolm who thinks he can win against this rigged and corrupt system going the correct and moral way(and he is right we should pursue that way) and not take law in our own hands even if the law system is bought by rich evil people (I think part of the psychological manipulation these evil people put their victims through is making them feel they don't have a chance other than taking drastic measures because the criminals will never be held accountable. So we must see through this and not act rashly but it's also hard to not get overwhelmed you know, knowing the reality).

2) and other is realistic Ainsley ; that such murders etc will never be punished by the law and there is no hope of them being convicted or punished in this life.

I think at moments like these when we are overwhelmed we should find hope in knowing that such criminals will be punished in the afterlife, the idea of Hell's existence is comforting at such times, and we must pursue things the correct way, and try not to be like the same people we loathe

Malcolm is too forgiving (even trying to make amends for crimes he didn't commit but rightfully so), Ainsley gets things done.

I just want to throw up because Martin would be so happy and gloating that one of his children did turn out like him, (eventhough technically Ainsley did that for self defence and in such a vulnerable state) and I hate that for him, he's just like Endicott- a criminal who deserved to live in miserable conditions but instead lived a relatively comfortable life.

In this house we stan Gil Arroyo

Edrisa was so cute, I'll miss her. Malcolm deserved that hug.

Jessica is the strongest woman I know and both weakass men like Nicholas Endicott and Martin Whitly who commit crimes and never take responsibility and frame others will never understand that. Their narcissistic minds can never accept how much better and stronger she is and will try to twist her into a weak woman. I'm glad Jessica knows this and doesn't let them take her down, she has been truly a fighter in all this 💙.

R.I.P to Eve Blanchard who fought human trafficking.

This show had such strong female characters(Dani, Edrisa, Jess, Eve, and even Ainsley) ❤ and strong male characters as well (Gill, Malcolm, JT) and it was such a pleasure to see them all work together to take criminals down while bickering and all 😊 while also struggling with their traumas/loss/challenges in life in general etc

I think Prodigal Son definitely deserved better, it was criminally underrated eventhough it's one of the best crime shows.

P.S. we still don't know JT's full name. Sunshine 💚 poor thing

#prodigal son #it was so sad #malcolm bright #eve blanchard #ainsley whitly #gil arroyo #dani powell #jessica whitly #edrisa tannaka #martin whitly #edrisa tanaka

[shego1142]

Hi, um... so I saw your btd and infinity train post and just gotta say, super glad I'm not the only one that thought that! Now that season 3 is officially all out I'm really curious if you've seen it yet and what you thought.

Goes without saying but MAJOR infinity train season 3 spoilers below!

This is also discussing an 18+ horror-porn game which features a lot of gore and other potentially triggering subjects so dni if you are not 18 or older or if gore/murder/etc make you uncomfy!

I just watched the finale. I’m like... in shock?

I mean by no means was or is Simon my fave at all (he just looks a lot like my ultimate comfort character lol) but wow... just... wow

It is a lot different when like... comparing btd with infinity train too tho!

Like, I feel like the entire /point/ of btd is to let your morality go. Like, it’s a horror-porn game.

It’s meant to be like “what up u fucks, being murdered is sexy! Yes Strade daddy kick my fucking head in! Lawrence pls squeeze my actual literal beating heart you weird necrophile”

And meanwhile infinity train is like “we are all just a collection of our actions, we all deserve the chance to redeem ourselves but sometimes we may not be able to due to the trauma we’ve been put through and the finite amount of time we have”

And I personally believe that both of those facets of humanity are okay to explore in fiction. It’s healthy to explore them in fact.

That said like, yea Simon is an asshole but I still liked him. Still think he deserved to redeem himself.

Still think it’s unfair that the train even happened to him at all, because he probably would have been better off at 10 years old with people who could look at him and say “yo, kid, here’s a therapist” instead of him being led by someone who is just as much a scared kid as he is.

Him doing what he’s always been taught to do and suddenly being told it’s wrong... as someone who’s autistic I can tell you that that’s a world shattering circumstance.

Idk if Simon was autistic or not, tbh I was too freaked out by how much he looked like Lawrence to notice much else about him...

Idk personally I liked the finale even if I feel like it wasn’t fair. I like the story even if it ripped me up emotionally, even if it’s making me think about things I wish I weren’t thinking about (like whether or not I’m a good person and whether or not redemption is possible and whether or not somewhere somehow those who couldn’t redeem themselves in this life are able to redeem themselves elsewhere)

I feel hollow after watching the finale, but in a good way.

Yes I would adore beyond all belief to have like, a fic it fic or something that gives Simon a second chance... like idk, maybe he wakes up in the real world from a coma? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

And maybe when she gets out (probably very soon) Grace finds him.

But maybe that’s just it. Maybe that’s the end, full stop, he died, he’s gone, he lived a shitty life from ages 10 to what? 16? 18?

Idk... you asked about my thoughts and rn the main thing I’m thinking is just how much I really do hate how the fandom is this big jumbled mess of completely missing the point.

But anyway, yea no I lost my absolute shit when I saw him in season 2

Like I was /obsessed/ because of how freaking much he looked like Lawrence. Still am, bc wow the hair down look was wild too!

Especially with the “he went insane” scene... very Lawrence.

I guess that brings me back around to what I was saying about btd and infinity train being ultimately so different too.

With Lawrence I personally am like “yes my horrible son, you are a bad socially anxious murder boy and your entire purpose is to murder. Continue your murdering. Especially if it’s me or characters I relate to because I’m dealing with some shit and imagining you murdering me helps me deal with it, you funky little weird coping mechanism you.”

With Simon I’m like “You’re an ass. It’s not your fault though. I would be an ass too if I had been taught from age ten to do things the way you were taught to do them. Your actions are horrible and if you had had a fair shot at learning personal responsibility I would argue that you should be held responsible for them. But since you didn’t, since you spent your entire time on the train without growing, staying stagnant and forcing yourself to regress because it’s what you’d been taught was right, what you thought was right, all I can do is pity you. Your purpose was to learn to be a better person and you failed and I’m sorry.”

They’re ultimately very different characters for me despite how similar they are (obviously the way they look exactly alike but they’re also mentally unstable, started killing at a young age, have anger issues, etc)

I adore infinity train, and all its characters honestly. I really do hope there’s some form of closure for Simon but I’m not expecting it either.

Right now I just wish the fandom wasn’t trying to tear apart those who want closure for him. That’s so... outside of the point of the entire show.

Idk this goes a lot into my philosophy on life in general too I think, basically I don’t think there are people who are irredeemable. Not on shows, not in real life. I think there are just people who need help. I think that people deserve to be treated fairly and with respect regardless of what horrible actions they may have committed.

I guess I’m just really irritated rn at how some of the fandom seems to think that it was Simon’s “right and just punishment” that he died.

It wasn’t a punishment. It was just something that happened. People die. It happens. He didn’t die because he was a bad person. At least I don’t think so.

And it doesn’t make me, or any other fans, or Grace, or the apex kids bad people to mourn for him. For his lost opportunities. He was a traumatised child and he’s gone now.

And the ghom? Wasn’t it shown in season one that the ghoms are Amelia’s fault anyway?

Personally I think the entire point of the train is to work out your problems, full stop.

I think the only way someone is /meant/ to be able to die from the train is to die of old age.

The ghoms are accidental. They’re the product of someone else’s actions.

And sometimes we fall prey to that. And I think it’s okay to look at that and say “well that’s not fair.”

Because it isn’t.

I don’t know if Simon could have gotten better. Maybe he could have?

In the scene where he loses his sanity there for a moment he really did show signs of immense remorse and even confusion.

But honestly? Even if he wasn’t able to get better he didn’t deserve to die. And it disturbs me that a lot of peeps seem to think he did.

Anyway sorry this turned into a bit more of a rant than I meant for it to!!! >~<

Like I said I /just/ watched it!

But yea as far as Simon Laurent looking like Lawrence goes, I’m still a bit freaked out by that. The amount of times I’ve gone to write “Lawrence” instead of Simon in this post is way to high lol!

Personally I wanna know how gato feels about him honestly! Like she’s Lawrence’s creator and Simon really does seem like such a nod to her character!

Thanks for the ask, I got to vent a good bit! Idk if this is the convo you wanted from me tho lol :P