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hawks | takami keigo x reader

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warnings: none really! reader’s foot booted, but that’s about it.

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well. here we are. thank u to everyone for reading this sweet, sweet story. we’re not through it yet, but i’m happy to offer a meal with this chapter. enjoy lovies. beta’ed by the lovely love @keiqos.

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You had several problems after returning to your apartment from the hospital. One of your coworkers was nice enough to drive you and your things back, but quickly the niceties stopped and your vague hell began.

Exclusively being on crutches sucked. Navigating your apartment and trying to live somewhat normally was a massive pain. Even just showering was a task that sapped most of your energy. Standing one-legged and balancing made your body ache with a deep soreness, especially the first few days you returned.

This was not even to mention the unpleasant dreams you were having.

‘Unpleasant’ & ‘dreams’ were a nice way of putting it.

You could recall that during your first night in the hospital, one of your doctors told you of the possibility of experiencing a few post-traumatic symptoms. Considering how out of it you were at the time, it was unsurprising how you brushed it off.

The reality was much harder to ignore.

...

Cars revving.

Shouting.

Shattering—

Your eyes flashed open, chest heaving and brow covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Fuck that.

It was the same dream, an obvious recreation of the stimuli of the event. Though it was scattered in your memory, the dreams made it horribly vivid and vibrant despite lacking detail. The sounds and smells of that day clung to you as you shook your head, forcing yourself into wakefulness.

Your comforter was thrown from your body, and you shivered as cold air rushed over you. As jarred as you were, you still swung your legs off the bed, readjusting your boot and your aching leg, half-heartedly glaring at your crutches.

Your apartment wasn’t terribly set up to get around with your limited mobility, but your difficulty functioning didn’t help your overall mental state. Everything was just harder with the boot on, and you did your best to work with it.

Being locked up in your apartment added to the hellishness of it. You were so used to the stimuli and social environment of the teashop, it felt like a cold water shock when you were confined to your home entirely alone except for your cats.

You could, of course, try and venture out into the world. But, it was still winter and the ice-covered sidewalks didn’t seem like the best place to try and crutch around.

Within the first day or two, you resigned yourself to your three-week fate of being holed up.

You had a laundry list of things you could do. Shows and movies to watch, places in your house to clean, your cats to pet, but—

You still had far too much time on your hands.

A lot of your newfound time in the first few days was spent on your back, leg propped up, and draped in ice bags, musing over Hawks.

Hawks.

Holy fuck.

You couldn’t avoid it, couldn’t stop it. Just thinking about him made every part of you swirl and thrum like you were listening to some sort of contently-chorded song and you were more than happy to play it on repeat until your ears bled. Maybe that feeling towards Hawks had always been there (it had), but now you accepted it and stopped holding yourself back as much.

You never thought the idea of someone squeezing your shoulder would send you into literal fits of giggles and butterflies, but boy, did it. Not to mention all of the careful touches and gentle words you two had shared in the aftermath of the attack, though the memories were hazy. What you did remember and cherish was the warmth of him, quirk activated or not. Each time you recalled it, your gut fluttered and your hands twitched.

Your ceiling was the most interesting place to look in your apartment. The plain texture was the perfect canvas to allow your memories of the sweet interactions the two of you had shared to play like comforting reruns. The commercial breaks of these daydreams were the texts exchanged between you and Hawks.

Keigo couldn’t stop thinking about you either.

It wasn’t as distracting as it once was, as he had been more liberal with letting himself text you. The high number of messages between the two of you was maybe ridiculous, but he was a fast texter and you seemed to have plenty of jokes and banter for him to share in.

As good as the texting was, it was also nice to check-in on you and your recovery. You seemed more annoyed than anything else, but Keigo wasn’t so much of an idiot as to think you weren’t in any pain or struggling at all. Though you didn’t explicitly tell him or show him, he was familiar with the pains of healing and could infer some things about your state.

Keigo tried to brighten your day as he could. ‘Hawks’ still had plenty of hero work to do, especially with the information extracted from the recently detained syndicate members. Despite this, he took as much time as he could to stop and send you little snippets and messages which hopefully would help you smile a little.

It did, of course. Just talking to Hawks did.

You had moments of awareness a few times a day where you had to remind yourself that, yes, (Y/N), you were just casual friends and deeply enamored with the number two hero and that sentiment was at least partially returned.

You had a lot of time to wonder to what extent the feelings were returned. They obviously weren’t entirely one-sided, right?

It was completely possible that they were, but you did your best to shake off the thought.

It was more likely that notorious bachelor and flirt, pro hero Hawks, just wanted a fuck with some feelings. To fuck with some feelings, right?

Though, he did say that he cares about you.

But, you definitely can care about someone you only want to fuck.

You wished you had some sort of definitive answer. The murkiness of it all just made the sweetness of the past and the texts of the present seem a bit sour.

Confessing to Hawks was daunting and terrifying. Not to mention, it felt a bit juvenile, all of it. People weren’t supposed to get melty crushes like this past high school, right? Especially not ones this deep on someone who couldn’t possibly feel the same as you, right?

During one of these moments of uncomfortable clarity, your phone beeped as you rested on the couch. Despite not even seeing the message, you knew it would be Hawks.

You grabbed your phone, clicking open the newest message.

[birdboy]: hey hey angel

[birdboy]: look at this fucker i found

The image attached was a photo of Hawks standing next to one of his own billboards, advertising some sort of sports drink. The photo had obviously been taken with a timer, the angle of the photo tilted as Hawks and the billboard were quite small in the frame. It added to the charm of the photo, the way Hawks was holding a feather blade to the throat of his own advert. You could even tell through the pixels he was wearing a wide smile as he did so, wings spread behind him

You snorted.

You and Hawks are just friends, you reminded yourself.

[you]: looks like a punk bitch 2 me dude

[you]: kinda uncanny resemblance tho

[birdboy]: i agree

[birdboy]: he’s hot tho

You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you readjusted on the couch. You weren’t disagreeing, not at all.

[you]: not wrong

[you]: still, punk bitch

[birdboy]: :^(

[birdboy]: feelings = hurt

[birdboy]: please tell me the photo is funny

[birdboy]: it took like five tries

[you]: very funny, im gonna save it and sell when im short on cash

[birdboy]: my publicist will blacklist u

[you]: i’d like to see them try

[birdboy]: is that a challenge angel????

[you]: a promise

There was a break in the messages, though Hawks appeared to be typing.

[birdboy]: unrelated but

[birdboy]: how are you doing?

You paused, taking stock of your disheveled, sleepy self. You were only a few days out of the hospital and you definitely could’ve been worse off.

[you]: im okay!!!

[you]: sore and tired honestly

[birdboy]: :^(

[birdboy]: i'm glad to hear its not worse at least

[birdboy]: ill send u lots more embarrassing photos

[birdboy]: a million angel

[you]: my hero <3

It all was surreal and mentally impossible to avoid.

You really, really liked Hawks and had for a long while.

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Keigo spent most of the rest of the day busy with patrols and work for the Commission, much to his chagrin. He hardly got a chance to text you. It reminded him of his reality as a pro, his fast-paced nature and how he truly couldn’t slow down, not at that point anyway. He had a brand and habitual way of being that was standard. Even for you, he wasn’t sure if he could slow down, even if he wanted to or needed to.

The idea scared him, pieces of his reality.

But, at the same time, Keigo hadn’t ever felt like this before. The weird, but incredibly alluring and comfortable heat in his chest made him feel like he’d do anything for you. Fuck, he’d fly to the stars and move them if he could, if that’s what it took.

Maybe he even wanted to.

Keigo couldn’t become a different person, for anyone, that’s not how things worked. But if getting closer to you meant... adjusting, he could do that. Easily. He was adaptable as all hell and he’d be glad to use it for something that made him feel good instead of hollow.

Keigo busily flew the day away. As the afternoon turned to night, the sky going pink and purple with dusk, he settled on top of a taller office building. It looked down on a street market, its smells and sounds wafting up to him on his perch.

It gave him an idea.

A good one.

You were inspecting your fridge with a grimace. Balancing on your crutches and being counter-weighed by the boot on your foot made your angry stance a whole lot less intimidating, but it was the sentiment that counted.

Several days post-hospital had done a number on your food supply. The fridge was empty except for a few nearly expired items and condiments. The dry shelves weren’t looking much better.

The shrill sound of your ringtone from the couch made your jump, nearly falling. You teetered back over to it, eye-widening at the caller ID.

[birdboy] calling...

Hawks had never called you before.

You quickly picked up the call, “...Hello?”

“Hey, angel!” Hawks was chipper on the other line. “What’re you up to?”

“Currently?” You hummed, turning forlornly to your kitchen. “Thinking about how I either need to order groceries or order dinner before committing to my couch for the rest of the night. Why? You don’t usually call.”

“I don’t,” Hawks’s smile was apparent in his voice, even through the receiver. “But, I had an idea.”

“Shoot.”

“I might just be near a super good takeout spot. How hard would it be for me to convince you to let me drop some food by your place? My treat.”

You didn’t reply for a second.

Stunned.

“Are you sure?”

“More than, dove. I’m off the rest of the night, anyways.”

Oh.

That gave you an idea—

An idea that would surely push the envelope of your feelings.

Let it.

“Okay, I’m in. One condition.” You bit your lip, willing your stomach to seize fluttering.

“You name it. This place is really good and—”

“I have been going a little stir crazy, and,” You cut him off, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation, “how hard would it be to convince you to come over and stay awhile?”

Hawks was silent.

Your stomach dropped.

“Wait, I-I mean—” You stuttered, trying to gather yourself, but this time Hawks cut you off.

“Like, to hang out?” Hawks sounded shocked on the other line.

“Yes.”

You kept your breathing even and prayed it didn’t read over the call.

“God, dove. I’d love to. I can be over in like ten—”

“Wait,” You fisted the fabric of your sweats. “Can I have a little more time? For myself and my apartment.”

Hawks chuckled on the other end of the line, “Sure, angel. Thirty sound better?”

You let out a sigh of relief, falling on to the back of your couch, “Sounds perfect.”

Keigo decided to tease a bit, his heart pounding in his chest almost painfully. He knew from day one that you were bold, but this was a treat. He had to spare back, just a little.

“Though, dove, I’m sure you look more than perfect yourself. You always do.” He didn’t wait for your response, either out of fear of what you’d say or being a bit smug, he wasn’t sure.

Keigo hung up the call, burying his face in his gloves to try and stifle the blush on his cheeks, though it hardly helped.

It didn’t have to.

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Thirty minutes later and you were mostly sorted.

You managed to throw yourself into the shower, tossing on something half-way decent, but still comfortable. Had to keep it casual.

Crutching around your apartment, you picked up what clutter you could, mind spinning. Hawks coming over to your fucking apartment filled you with elated, and yet terrifying, anxiety. A few times while cleaning, you legitimately paused to muffle quiet screams in your hand at the prospect.

You felt like you were going to burst.

Keigo did too, notably.

He took the time to fly all the way back to his apartment, take the world’s fastest shower, and throw on some clothes other than his costume. Going back to get food, his hands shook as he handed the bills to the starry-eyed vendor who he’d just written an autograph for.

You’d sent a quick text just before he’d left with a description of your balcony, so neither of you would have to figure out how to let him in through the roof.

As he flew to your place, Keigo felt like he was going to implode.

He didn’t ‘hang out’ with people. Nope, far too busy for anything like that. He was a compulsory workaholic, it was part of his mental brand of being (or, mental ‘branding’, maybe). The closest he got to casual time with folks was the preamble before a hookup or the time he had spent at the tea shop with you. Actually going to spend time with someone, casually, and it was you? It was all new and terrifying.

But, above all? Exciting.

The whole situation opened many doors, all of which Keigo pictured and picked apart as he neared your apartment. There were so many potential situations to appraise and plan for, he felt overwhelmed by it all.

The opportunity to spend some... time with you outside of the tea shop was a necessity, right? Keigo’s original idea had been to drop off some food and banter for a while, but the idea of spending one of his precious nights off with you was so much better than he could’ve expected.

Not to mention the warm bit of validation sparked by the fact that you asked him to come over, you wanted him around —

It felt nice.

So nice.

You paused, hearing telltale scuffing of someone on your balcony.

Oh my god.

He’s here.

Hawks is here.

You gulped, shaking your head.

Don’t you dare chicken out now. Commit, dammit. You’re just... hanging out. With your friend.

Yeah.

A knock on the glass pulled you to the door of your balcony, hobbling to slide it open on your crutches.

Hawks was happy to push the door the rest of the way open, stepping inside with a bag of takeout slung on his arm.

Your mouth parched, seeing him once again in civilian clothing. Was it... normal to get turned on by the fact that he looked normal?

As Hawks stepped into your humble apartment, wings tucked tightly to his back, you drank him in, hair ruffled with his clear visor placed on top of his head to push back the windswept front pieces. He wore a white sweater and black trousers complete with heavy black boots that were quickly untied and left by the door.

“You’re staring, you know,” Hawks interrupted your thoughts as you straightened up on your crutches.

Recover.

“Can’t prove that,” You tutted, crutching away from the door. “Also, welcome. Watch out for my cats, they might try to get a mouthful of your feathers.”

“Duly noted,” Hawks clicked his tongue, standing up and following you as you meander to the kitchen.

Keigo had to admit that your apartment was relatively... cute. He was used to his own, seldom-used digs. He had a big, uncomfortably nice penthouse with too many disused rooms and too much open space. Fixtures and furniture that were too expensive, probably, but it had been far easier to hire some big-name interior designer and not bother with dealing with it himself. Keigo had trouble keeping many ‘personal’ possessions, anyways. His training with the Commission made him almost revile the thought of keeping unnecessary, material objects, sans a few.

Your home was the exact opposite.

Maybe it was that he didn’t know how to have a personal touch that it made your cozy little apartment feel so full of them.

Little photos and artworks on walls or in frames caught Keigo’s eyes as he followed you to the kitchen. He took note of several blankets on the couch, catching sight of the plushie he’d given you at the hospital. Even the lighting of the apartment was personal, diffuse. With how easily overstimulated you became, it made sense that you’d keep your apartment so ambiently dim.

“So, first off, thank you for coming by and delivering dinner. I am eternally grateful,” You bowed dramatically, leaning to flail out a crutch at the motion. “Second, as payment, I’ll make you a drink. Maybe not with my quirk, but I have some of my old tea blends here.”

“It’s the least I could do,” Keigo shrugged, setting the takeout down on the counter while his ever-present grin nearly hurt his face from how relentless it was. “And tea? Show me what you’ve got. Or, should I trust you to pick one out for me?”

You hummed, clicking your tongue before moving across the kitchen to a different set of cabinets, “I think I’ve actually got a good one for you. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Lay on the details, angel,” Keigo hummed, leaning against the lip of the counter.

You did have the perfect blend in mind. It wasn’t too old, hardly stale. It would pair as well as a nice tea could with fried takeout, judging by the smells wafting from the bag on the counter.

“It’s one I made for a brunch we catered a few months back. It’s just a white tea raspberry blend, but it’s not delicate. It should stand up to any sort of food you’ve brought. Thank you, by the way.”

Setting your crutches down, you started to push yourself up onto the counter without thinking much of it, booted-foot going limp off the edge.

“Of course, anytime— woah, angel,” His voice choked as you wavered on the edge of the counter, off-balance.

There was a short flap of wings and rush of air as you tried to rebalance, cursing the deadweight of your leg.

If Hawks hadn’t been directly behind you, you probably would’ve eaten shit.

You turned yourself as far as you could, cheeks going hot.

Hawks’ face was just inches away from yours. That was even to mention the hands hovering around your waist, chest brushing up against your back.

“S-sorry,” Did he just fucking stutter? “You looked like you were about to eat shit there.”

The words hardly reach you, you were too busy actively telling yourself not to stare at his pretty, plump lips because that is not something friends do. Not the can of worms you needed to open, right?

“I-,” You turned away from him, stretching up to the tea tin that had been out of your reach. “To think you’ve saved me from falling while reaching for loose leaf tea, twice.”

“All in a day's work,” His hands twitched around your sides but hardly shifted until you began to descend from the countertop. In fact, Hawks hardly moved away at all until you were situated back on your crutches.

You pretended not to notice the flush on his cheeks.

Maybe, it was a bit too close. Definitely too close, and bad circumstances, but god, you wanted more and more of him.

You swallowed your desires down, cracking a smile.

Be normal.

Be cool!

You shook the tin, leaves and dried fruit rattling inside, “So, cream or sugar?”

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The two of you ended up on the couch, picking through the several boxes of takeout that Hawks had brought. Most of dinner was spent bantering back and forth about one of Hawks’ newest modeling contracts and if it was ‘ethical’ for him to wear his own feathers for the sake of ‘fashion’?

“So, off-topic from insulting my employment ethics, ” Hawks spoke while munching on a piece of chicken. “You surviving?”

“Barely,” You laughed, setting down your utensils with a huff. “I forget how isolation makes you go a little crazy. I’m running out of dumb shit to watch and even dumber shit to send you.”

Hawks snorted, setting down his own box, having had his fill, “I know you are more than adept at combing the internet for more good shit to send me.”

“I mean, maybe, but you keep sending me juicy photos of you being a dumbass. They’re hard to show up, you know?” You side-eyed him at the birdish tilt of his head.

“You don’t need to show me up, angel,” Hawks reminded you, some feathers packing up what was left of the food. “Though, it’s fun. You’re fun.”

You internally winced at the sentiment but forced the smile on your face not to waver.

It was a needed reminder.

This close to Hawks, you could fucking smell him. Maybe it was a little creepy, but you remembered it so well, after the villain attack. The scent of some sort of spicy cologne and old sweat, but it was hardly unpleasant. No, it was intoxicating. It made you feel almost fuzzy, as it wafted around like some reminder that Hawks and you were so close.

You thanked the stars that the apartment lacked the stimuli to make your quirk activate on its own.

Your couch wasn’t very large, and it seemed even smaller with how Hawks had laid his wings over it. They were propped up over the back, outstretched just the smallest bit to relieve some pressure. All the same, the massive feathers made you feel minuscule.

Even the way he was sitting was intoxicating and a bit gut-wrenching. It was casual, the way he leaned back against the far cushions, legs somewhat spread with an ankle over the opposite knee. The pose oozed a weird, untouchable confidence that you hadn’t seen in Hawks in months, maybe ever. At least, not directed at you.

Despite the warm nature of his words, he seemed guarded.

It made your throat dry.

Keigo was quite on edge. He hadn’t meant to get so close in the kitchen, really, he hadn’t. But, seeing you dangling off the edge of the counter like that, even if it was harmless and mundane, made his entire body and mind react before he could think.

But, you weren’t in any danger. Even if you had been, Keigo would’ve been there to catch you.

He’d put himself out of it, overthinking the whole thing. You were fine. Safe.

The other part of his mind spun with how he wanted to be so much closer.

Feeling the warmth of your body, the lines of your waist, the thrum of your heart and breath so fucking close—

It was a lot.

But, he was well-trained and not going to choke.

He’d shoved himself to the opposite side of the couch to you, keeping his boundaries up, strong as steel and hard as carbon.

Of course, Keigo knew the feelings were mutual. That didn’t mean that none of this was terrifying in the same way that it was exhilarating.

As much as he wanted to be closer (so much closer), Keigo remained careful. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was ruin something before it had even truly happened.

You sat back against the couch, repositioning your injured leg on the coffee table, “So, thoughts.”

“On?”

You didn’t look at Keigo as you replied, rather glared at your TV, “What to watch?”

“Oh,” You could hear the smile in his voice. “We’re watching something?”

“You tell me. I imagine you don’t get lots of time to do this sort of thing, do you?”

Hawks didn’t reply for a moment, sitting deeper into the couch, “Not really.”

“Then indulge, tailfeathers,” You tossed the remote in his lap. “Anything, go for it. Go nuts.”

Hawks nearly put on watching a reality cooking show, before you said that that was off-limits, per an odd conversation from way back when where he had admitted to be hot for Gordon Ramsey. He had been a little too vague as to whether or not he would pop a boner from Gordon’s filmed degradations. And truthfully, if anything was gonna give Hawks a hard-on tonight, you were determined for it not to be competitive cooking TV. Maybe, just maybe, you’d rather it be you.

...

Eventually, he settled on some psychological thriller you’d never heard of.

Keigo hadn’t either.

He was glad that you couldn’t hear his heart in the same way he heard your’s pounding.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you crutch around, turning the already dim lights lower.

Calm the down, Hawks.

Calm the fuck down.

He’d never even done this before. Keigo wasn’t sure how to handle the situation, even if it was as simple as watching a film.

It would’ve been simpler if the tension in the air was thick and foggy, clouding over his consciousness as he tried to focus on anything other than your nearness and how much he wanted to drag you into his lap.

…

His feathers fluttered as you plopped back onto the couch, pulling a blanket over your lap and offering one to him.

He took it, settling it over his lap as the movie went on.

You weren’t an idiot. You could feel the blood rushing in your hot ears as you fisted the blanket over your legs.

Your mind spoke a lot louder than you wanted it to:

Just fucking do it.

Do what exactly?

The paramount thought that was causing anxiety to twirl in your gut.

Maybe, you could just tell him how you felt.

Maybe just hold his hand.

Maybe get fucking rejected because he’s out of your league and out of bounds.

Maybe even kiss him—

You were torturing yourself, the movie just background noise to your internal dilemma.

You’d asked him to your apartment and Hawks had bought you fucking dinner. That wasn’t a lot, sure, maybe, but there were also the months of lead-up.

There were all of the cold mornings and cheeky grins you gave each other in the waking coffee shop. There were the fuzzy jokes, the lingering glances, and the tight feeling you got in your chest whenever he graced you with mere eye contact.

It felt like you were already in too deep to not be honest about how you felt towards him. Fuck, you’d been in too deep for months. Every time you made him a damn drink, you wanted to just drink him in. You were all fluttering hearts and sweet smiles for him in a way that you couldn’t suppress, only squash in moments of such intense anxiety like this—

“Hey, dove?” It was Hawks, shocking you from your turmoil with a soft voice. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, I’m good.” Your reply was curt and clipped.

Make a decision now.

Pull the bandage off, (Y/N).

It’ll just be worse, the longer you wait.

Maybe Hawks did just want to fuck with some cute feelings, the seemingly longing looks be damned. Yeah, you liked him way more than for just a fuck, that was obvious and unavoidable. Besides, it’d be better to know than to not know, right?

“You sure? If the movie’s too much, we can turn it off,” Hawks sounded genuinely concerned from the other side of the couch.

...

You committed, taking a deep breath and turning to Hawks.

“It’s not that,” You looked at the couch between the two of you, tracing the seam of the cushion. “The movie’s fine.”

“Then, you’re not feeling great for another reason?” Keigo asked, feeling each of your breaths and heartbeats like bass drums in his ears. He hides the shaking of his hands by crossing them over his chest. “You can talk to me, (Y/N).”

“Can I?” You asked, shaking your head and laughing at yourself. “Hawks, I need to do something really fucking stupid.”

Holy fuck.

Are they—

“What’s that?”

His voice was smaller than he wanted it to be.

“Fuck, Hawks,” You finally forced yourself to look at him, taking in his guarded posture and pained expression.

Your heart sank.

“I just need to be honest with you.”

Hawks’s brow soured, lips twitching, “Go for it, dove.”

You laughed, maybe trying to soothe yourself, “It’s probably is just, so fucking stupid, all things considered.”

You ran a hand through your hair, biting your lip between sentences and willing yourself to just get it out—

“Hawks, I like you. A lot.”

He still didn’t say anything and you could feel shards of your heart drive into your lungs.

You forced yourself to look up at him, smiling with the slight release of tension in your sternum, however painful.

“I know, we’re just friends, right? I’m just the barista and you’re my special, pro hero regular. I know I’m overstepping right now, but it feels unfair for me to not be honest with you.”

Keigo already knew this, right? He knew how you felt, fuck, he’d felt how you felt. He just wasn’t prepared for the exploding and thrumming in his chest when you told him with your sweet lips and kind words.

Why did it feel so different when you were smiling at him like you were in pain and telling him so fucking honestly with your words?

It was the thing about you that he admired the most, that candor in your tone and the grin in your cheeks as you spoke so.

But, your smile was falling, leaving watery-looking eyes.

“Hawks, I like you. Way too much for friends, and I needed to say something.”

Keigo’s mouth was dry.

For the first time in so fucking long, he was genuinely speechless.

He couldn’t recall a time in his life anyone had spoken so earnestly to him, just you. Just you, you, you— casually, over and over again, you talked to him like he was something real and something to be cared for. It was subtle, but it was one of the many things that made him want you closer.

Yet, despite all his bundled up desires, he was lost for words.

“I’m sorry—”

He stopped you, “(Y/N), please don’t apologize.”

“But—”

“(Y/N).”

Hawks’ voice was sharp. It made the expression on your face rapidly fall.

He looked at you with rapt attention, arms uncrossing from his chest.

He turned to you on the couch, feathers fluffed up and twitching.

Your nose stung as Hawks, all pretty golds and ambers, shook out an exhale and balled up the blanket in his lap.

“Hawks—”

“Why would you need to be sorry?”

Hawks looked at you with wide eyes, brow creased. His shoulders were... shaking?

Your head spun, leg aching, “... What do you mean?”

Hawks finally met your gaze, giving you the sweetest, saddest smile you’d ever seen, “Dove, you’re acting like there’s no way I could feel the same way.”

Every cell in your body stuttered.

“You’ve done it since we’ve met.”

Hawks scooted closer on the cushions of the couch.

“You’ve always acted like there’s just no way I could like you, give a shit about you—”

He moved a bit closer.

You couldn’t make yourself move.

“You want to know the truth?”

You creaked out a nod.

Keigo couldn’t help the way he went to cup your cheeks in his hands, thumbs rubbing along the apples of your cheeks. You lean into his touch, just like at the hospital, despite the blend of absolute fear and confusion in your expression.

“How could I not care about you, dove?” And it finally came out. “I care about so much— dove, I don’t know what to fucking say.”

That made you speechless, lips parting just the slightest bit as Hawks continued, losing composure with his morphing expressions.

He wet his lips, swallowing, “Dove, I’ve never—any of this. I-I don’t know what o-or how to say any of what I want to right now.”

You speak before thinking.

“Show me, if you don’t know how to say it.”

The idea seemed so novel as Keigo ran a thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it from between your teeth. He met your gaze with the gooiest, sweetest look you’d ever seen in your life, “You want me to?”

“Please.”

It was all the two of you had wanted for a while now, right?

“If I kiss you, I’m not ever gonna be able to make this go away, am I?” Keigo was speaking to himself, just above his breath. But, you were more than close enough to hear him.

“Hey, Hawks? I don’t know if we can make ‘this’ try to go away.” You grabbed one of the hands cupping your face, pulling it away, only to shakily press in your lips to the bones on the back of it. “I don’t want to anymore.”

“Y-you gotta stop being so sweet, (Y/N)—”

Neither of you could wait a moment longer.

Your arms wrapped around Keigo’s shoulder. In the same motions, he pulled you closer by your waist, dragging you finally closer to him.

He held your jaw like you were the most precious thing in the world. Because, truthfully, you were to him. The sentiment was shared Deeply.

Your lips pressed together and the long-held tensions in your chests mutually shattered, dissolving in the honeyed touch of each other’s genuine attention.

You angled your head perfectly, Keigo’s hand guiding you as his mouth worked against yours. It wasn’t a particularly steamy sort of affair, but by god, it wasn’t in any way chaste. Not with the tight grip and thumbing on your ribs. Not with the way your hands tangled in the soft (holy fuck, soft) hair at the base of Keigo’s skull.

You both tasted each other's sweetness, craving more of it after denying yourselves of it for so long. It was white-hot, exploding behind your eyes, even as your quirk remained dormant. Keigo was honey and cream and smoked spices all dancing across your palette.

To Keigo? You were sweet, cool water over a hot burn. You were the heat of a hearth rolling over him on the coldest of days. He swears that in the first moments he finally got to be close to you, and over and over again— he finally understood how your quirk worked.

There was no way that finally feeling you, feeling you as he felt you, could be described with just five senses.

You pulled away first, gasping for breath and arching your back into him. You lingered as close as you could, pressing your forehead to Keigo’s while your breaths mingled. You didn’t dare stray far.

“Was that enough to show you?” Keigo asked, breathless. He kept a wide hand against your back, urging you with a bit of soft pressure to put your weight into it. You complied, settling in his hold as Keigo stroked at your hot cheeks.

You nodded, beaming up at him with that sunny smile of yours. It never failed to make heat burn through Keigo and god, did it feel good to finally let it unabashed.

“I take it, you like me too, huh,” You smiled, looking a bit embarrassed.

“Very much, very much,” Keigo repeated, pressing a kiss to your nose (he’d always wanted to do that). “So much, (Y/N). I apologize for not saying anything sooner. This is just...”

“New to you, right?” You finished his sentence, thumbing along the back of his neck in a way that made Keigo just melt. “It’s been a while for me too, if it makes you feel better.”

“It does, dove. Thank you.” Keigo let out a deep breath, shaking his head against yours. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.”

“It’s alright, same goes for me,” As much as you needed to adjust due to the angle of your recovering leg, you couldn’t make yourself do it. You were so wonderfully close to Hawks, you never wanted to move.

“If we’re being honest, then I need to be honest with you,” Hawks met your eyes, his expression going a little dimmer.

You braced for the worst.

He picked up your shift easily, finally able to express how quickly he caught your mood after so long of being attuned to it.

“Oh wait, no, (Y/N), nothing terrible, I promise,” Hawks rubbed at your sides. “It’s about the miel.”

“The... miel?” You cocked your head to the side, confused, recalling the drink somewhat hazily. “The drink I made you on the day of... the attack?”

Hawks gave you a tense smile, “That one, yeah. Remember how you said it was just based on your ambient feelings?”

“Uh-huh.” You let confusion lace your tone until it slowly started to dawn on you.

“You made the drink, ambiently, around me—”

Your eyes widened, mouth falling open, “Oh my god, Hawks, did my feelings for you get in the drink?”

Hawks graced you with a sweet, sympathetic smile, fingers tucking at the hair around your ear, “They did, dove. I’ve kind of known for a few days, it just hasn’t been the time or setting to say something. I apologize.”

“N-no, it’s okay, I totally understand,” You sighed into his grip. “I really thought it might be something worse.”

“Consider your worries assuaged,” Hawks hummed, eyes drifting to your boot. He deadpanned suddenly. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad does your leg hurt right now?”

Fairly bad, considering. You were half on your knees, the booted leg twisted awkwardly while still raised to the coffee table. This wasn’t even to mention the arch of your back so you could be all that closer to Hawks.

The pain of the position was easy to forget; you were still shaking from kissing Hawks just once.

“Uh, maybe like a seven, once I can feel anything other than how good you felt just now,” you hummed, grinning up at Hawks as his face went bright red.

The infinite pleasure you received, making him blush so sweetly.

He shook it off, squeezing your sides, “Cute. Very cute. Mutually returned sentiment, but let’s adjust.”

You nodded but didn’t have much time to react as a bundle of Hawks’s feathers lifted you every which way, albeit incredibly gently. All said and done, he was fully upright against the back of the couch. With the support of a feather or two, Hawks’s arms tugged you into his lap. Your legs stretched to the side, the booted one immediately propped up by a feather-supplied pillow.

You both settled yourselves, blushing and leaning on each other now that you finally were allowing yourself to.

Keigo fully wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against him. One of his wings even shifted to drape over one his shoulder, sheltering the two of you in a canopy of a crimson. Keigo let his hands wander over your hips, not seeking anything more than blessed attention and heat. You gave it all to him, tucking your face into his collarbone, drowning in the scent that made you feel at home.

Keigo pressed his lips to your crown and legitimately shuddering.

He spoke to himself, so faintly and quietly, you hardly caught it, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

There was melancholy in his voice, but you were quick to strip it away.

You brushed your lips along his jaw, savoring the way he held you tighter, “I have too. Can we do this more?”

“Anytime, dove. Anytime.”

“Right now sound good?”

You withdrew to beam up at him as you were so good at doing, only to be smothered by craving-satiating kisses anywhere Keigo could get to. The sweet, high laughter that he dripped onto you made your heart burst all over again.

And you finally, finally fell into the other sweetly, warmly, and properly.

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liketheinferno2 · 2 years

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blorbo questionaire(?):

preface: i have not watched any of these/played them besides Nier Automata and Replicant

kristoph g-something, (maybe gavin?): the inside of his head is an oil fire he is continuously pouring water on and fanning with his hands, he has this weird complex about Wanting the Black Haired Dude and also being disgusted by him. he is losing 4D chess that he's playing with himself. Also has anxiety tics

estinein: oh my god he's this like. white haired elven Guy who is in an abusive relationship with his telepathic(?) eye and i think he is also wearing the blood of the guy whos eye he just... took? questionable eye acquisition... he is coated in blood but he wouldnt smell bad because i think patch'ii cat cleans him or something, if so i think patch'ii should get a free toothbrush. i think a lot of the fandom seems to misinterpret him from what ive read of your posts and my god i can relate bc my favs also always get their nuance sucked out through their one personality trait people assign him

harchufaunt: HARCHUFAUNT

Nier (protagonist): im in act 2 after the whole tentacle ship in my first run and my grasp of nier is: cant swim, is the baby girl to kaines bad boy, he is very tunnel vision and just... Cognitive dissonances his way through the day while taking down more and more shades and tunes out any other options because otherwise nothing would be worth it. Half the time i almost forget yonhas the prerogative because niers so determined to be taking as many detours as possible and keep putting off the inevitable reality. Good boy!

Adam: woman, but no, but yes and a mother, had a stab wound baby he didnt want by deadbeat dad 2b and popularly dubbed incel 9s (i think this is the dumbest and funniest interpretation of his character and how it is held by more than one person i do not know)

9s: decidedly small and also he has half the arm of his dead not gf attached to him because he is small gender

GOD THANK YOU FOR THIS TREMENDOUS READ THIS IS ALL VERY ATTENTIVE AND GOOD. BUT I'M REALLY DELIGHTED THAT YOU SOMEHOW GOT THE CONCEPT OF PATCHAH'LI CLEANING ESTINIEN SOMEWHERE IN HERE. Because he doesn't but I definitely have him as cleaning younger characters like a cat. You can't lick Estinien's hair he wouldn't allow it. But you CAN take a bath together in an onsen:

I also want to show you Estinien's Special Guy:

This is why the eye's like a big sticky bowling ball. Big man is BIG. He's just also sentient through the eye and can talk with it, just to Estinien though. The eye was taken a thousand years ago and held as a treasure by the Blatantly Just The Catholic Church until Estinien stole it and started running around with it to draw Big Man away from the people in city and towards him, because he's a dragoon knight, a knight that kills dragons. He's like "I will be a delicious hunk of meat this guy wants to tear to pieces. What could POSSIBLY go wrong there?" When they meet in person he takes the OTHER eye out of his head and this leads to 1. covered in blood, 2. my favourite Estinien image of all time

I keep that MF THANG ON ME!!! I've ended up so attached to Esti for a great many reasons but part of it that I'm playing as another dragoon knight and that nets you a bunch of extra scenes and context for him. And he likes you best. This isn't just ANYONE'S blorbo, he's mine lmfao.

Also people struggle with Estinien I think largely because he's characterised as a very socially stunted person so where another character would tell you their tragic backstory and try to explain what they're doing, Estinien just kinda... doesn't? You have to hear it from his dad, and that's optional. So they present you with a guy who is going through some extremely heavy shit but it's mostly private, you're never getting the whole story of this nebulously terrible relationship he's in; he thinks he's got more power in it than he has and the player's inclined to believe him. The curtain comes off about exactly how bad it all is pretty late in the game and even then it's not of his own will and he's resistant to being saved from this situation too. He's a Difficult Bitch. But then you do bleed and cry and help him and seeing the emotional recovery afterwards is really fantastic. Slow burn character.

Also Haurchefant? That's pronounced as "Orshufon." I know.

ALSO YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT INCEL 9S BEING THE DUMBEST TAKE TO EVER HIT THE INTERWEBZ. THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND GOOD MORROW

#asks #butcherofyanginlar #also you are playing nier replicant CORRECTLY

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iridescentides · 3 years

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hi again dia! happy first day of december ❤️💚 i wanted to ask you what, in your opinion, are the 5 most underrated dcoms? i remember you saying before that you've watched all of them so i'd love to hear your opinions 😊 - 🎅🎁🎄

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH secret santa you are so good! asking me all the best questions 💜

okay so i literally had to make a list of all the dcoms i consider underrated and then narrow down a top 5. theres lots of dcoms that i love, but that i think got the right amount of attention and care (like lemonade mouth and the teen beach movies, for example), so this list just focuses on ones that deserved more hype for their quality level.

5. The Cheetah Girls: One World (2008)

okay so even as i type this i feel like a hypocrite. i have only watched this movie one time. BUT i can acknowledge that its one of the most criminally underrated dcoms ever, tons of people didnt watch it simply because raven wasnt in it. thats why i avoided it as a child, and i didnt get around to watching it until i did my big dcom binge in 2016. and it was so good. theres a really long post floating somewhere around tumblr full of specifics on why its actually the best cheetah girls movie (my favorite is the second one purely out of nostalgia), so to paraphrase some points from that post:

its a solid example of cultural appreciation, rather than appropriation, as the girls go and learn about bollywood and indian culture together

the indian characters arent treated like props or unimportant sides, they get their own agency and storylines that are important

the songs are good!!!

basically this movie was overlooked and slept on even though in terms of role modeling and social value, and just like the first two cheetah girls movies it was important and impactful.

4. Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure (2011)

okay so as someone whos very neutral and occasionally negative-leaning towards the hsm franchise (mostly bc its overhyped and not really representative of all dcoms), i was pleasantly surprised by sharpays fabulous adventure. this is another one that i know lots of people skipped right over and dont hold with as much esteem as the main hsm franchise, and that doesnt sit right with me.

i do not agree with the “uwu sharpay was the real victim in hsm” arguments bc in their efforts to look galaxy brained the people who say that overlook the fact that she was a rich white woman who used her power and status to exercise control over opportunities that should have been fairly and freely available for all; they were not “making a mockery of her theater” in the first movie, they were literally just kids who wanted to try out a new school activity that everyone was supposed to be allowed to participate in; and despite allegedly learning her lesson and singing we’re all in this together with everyone at the end of the first movie, she literally showed no growth in the second movie as she fostered an openly hostile environment and favored troy so heavily that it literally cost him his friends, all as part of yet another jealous plan to take things away from people who already have less than her. she was NOT the victim in the main franchise, and she did not seem to exhibit any growth or introspection either.

and that!!! is why sharpays fabulous adventure was so important. in focusing on sharpay as the main character, they finally had to make her likeable. they did this by showing actual real growth and putting her outside of her sphere of influence and control. we saw true vulnerability from her, instead of the basic ass “mean girl is sad bc shes actually just super insecure” trope (cough cough radio rebel), and this opened us up to finally learn about and care about her character. throughout the movie we see her learn, from her love interests example, how to care for others and be considerate. she faces actual adversity and works through it, asking herself what she truly wants and what shes capable of. and in the end, when she finally has her big moment, we’re happy for her bc she worked hard to get there. she becomes a star through her own merit and determination, rather than through money and connections. this movie is not perfect by any means, but it is severely underrated for the amount of substance it adds to sharpays character.

3. The Swap (2016)

okay i know im gonna get shit for this but thats why its on this list!!! just like sharpays fabulous adventure, its not perfect and definitely misses the mark sometimes, but it deserves more attention and love for all the things it did get right!

the swap follows two kids who accidentally switch bodies because of their emotional attachment to their dead/absent parents’ phones. and while i normally HATE the tv/movie trope of a dead parent being the only thing that builds quick sympathy for a young character, they definitely expanded well enough to where we could root for these kids even without the tragedy aspect. we see them go through their daily struggles and get a feel for their motivations as characters pretty well. as a body switching movie, we expect it to be all goofy and wacky and lighthearted, but it moves beyond that in unexpected ways.

the reason the swap is on this list is for its surprisingly thoughtful commentary on gender roles. its by no means a feminist masterpiece, and its not going to radicalize kids who watch it, but it conveys a subtle, heartfelt message that deserves more appreciation. the characters struggle with the concept of gender in a very accurate way for their age, making off-base comments and feeling trapped by the weight of expectations they cant quite put their finger on. we watch them feel both at odds with and relieved by the gender roles they are expected and allowed to perform in each others bodies, and one of the most interesting parts of the movie to me is their interactions with the other kids around them. as a result of their feeling out of place in each others environments, the kids inadvertently change each others friendships for the better by introducing new communication styles and brave authenticity.

the value of this movie is the subtle, but genuine way it shows the characters growing through being given the space to act in conflicting ways to their expected norms. ellie realizes that relationships dont have to be complex, confusing, and painful, and that its okay to not live up to appearances and images. jack learns that emotional expression is good, healthy, and especially essential to the grieving process. one of the most powerful scenes in the movie comes at the end where, after ellie confronts jacks dad in his body, jack returns as himself to a very heartfelt apology from his father for being too hard on him; the explicit message (”boys can cry”) is paired with an open expression of love and appreciation for his kids that he didnt feel comfortable displaying until his son set an example through honest communication. this is such an empowering scene and overall an empowering movie for kids who may feel stuck in their expected roles, as it sets a positive example for having the courage to break the restrictive societal mold. for its overall message of the importance of introspection and emotional intelligence, the swap is extremely underrated.

2. Freaky Friday (2018)

this is my favorite dcom, and probably my favorite movie at this point. ive always assigned a lot of personal value to this movie (and i love every freaky friday in general), for the message of selfless familial love and understanding. i know i can get carried away talking about this topic; i got an anon ask MONTHS ago asking me about the freaky friday movies and i wrote a super super long detailed response that i never posted bc i didnt quite finish talking about the 2018 movie. and thats bc on a personal level, i cant adequately convey all the love i have for this movie. so i will try to keep this short.

first lets state the obvious: the reason people dont like this movie is bc its not the lindsay lohan version. and i get that, to an extent, bc i also love the 2003 version and its one of my ultimate comfort movies, and grew up watching it and ive seen it a billion times. i even watched it a couple days ago. but the nostalgia goggles that people have on from the early 2000s severely clouds their judgement of the wonderful 2018 remake.

yes, the 2018 version is dorky, overly simplistic plot wise, a bit stiff at times, and super cheesy like any dcom. the writing isnt 100% all the time. the narrative takes a couple confusing turns. the song biology probably shouldnt have been included. i understand this. but at the heart of it all, this movies value is love. and its edge over all the other freaky friday movies is the songs.

on a personal level, the movie speaks heavily to me. i cried very early into my first viewing of the movie bc i got to see dara renee, a dark-skinned, non-skinny actress, playing the mean popular girl on disney channel. that has never happened before. growing up, i saw the sharpays and all the other super thin white women get to be the “popular” girls on tv, and ultimately they were taken down in the end for being mean, but that doesnt change the fact that they were given power and status in the first place for being conventionally beautiful. so, watching dara renee strut around confidently and sing about being the queen bee at this high school got to me immediately. and in general, the supporting cast members of color really mean a lot to me in this movie. we get to see adam, an asian male love interest for the main character. we have a second interracial relationship in the movie with katherines marriage to mike. ellies best friend karl is hispanic. and we see these characters have depth and plot significance, we see them show love, care, and passion for the things they value. the brown faces in this movie are comforting to me personally. additionally, the loving, blended family dynamic is important to me as someone in a close-knit, affectionate step-family.

but on a more general level, this movie is underrated for its skillful musical storytelling and the way it conveys all kinds of love and appreciation. in true freaky friday fashion, we watch ellie and katherine stumble and misstep in their attempts to act like each other. its goofy and fun. but through it all, the music always captures the characters’ intimate thoughts and feelings. the opening song gives us a meaningful view into ellie and katherines relationship and the fundamental misunderstandings that play a role in straining their connection. ellie sings about how she thinks her mom wants her to be perfect, and her katherine sings about all the wonderful traits she sees in her daughter and how she wants her to be more open and self assured. this is meaningful bc even as theyre mad at each other, the love comes through. the songs continue to bring on the emotional weight of the story, as ellie sings to her little brother about her feelings of hurt and abandonment in her fathers absence. the song “go” and its accompanying hunt scene always make me cry bc of the childlike wonder and sense of adventure that it brings. for the kids, its a coming of age, introspective song. for katherine who gets to participate in ellies body, its a reminder of youth and the rich, full life her daughter has ahead of her. she is overcome with excitement, both from getting to be a teenager again for a day, and from the realization that her daughter has a support network and passions that are all her own. today and ev’ry day, the second to last song, is the culmination of the lessons learned throughout the movie, a mother and daughters tearful commitment to each other to love, protect, and understand one another. the line “if today is every day, i will hold you and protect you, i wont let this thing affect you” gets to me every time. even when things are hard and dont go according to plan, they still agree, in this moment, to be there for each other. and thats what all freaky friday stories are ultimately about.

freaky friday 2018 is a beautiful, inclusive, subversive display of familial love, sacrifice, and selflessness, and it is underrated and overlooked because of its more popular predecessor.

1. Let It Shine (2012)

this is another one of my favorite dcoms and movies in the whole world. unlike the other movies on this list, it is not the viewers themselves that contribute to the underrated-ness of this movie. disney severely under-promoted and under-hyped this movie in comparison to its other big musical franchises, and i will give you five guesses as to why, but youll only need one!

let it shine is the most beautifully, unapologetically black dcom in the whole collection. (i would put jump in! at a notable second in this category, but that one wasnt underrated). this movie was clearly crafted with care and consideration. little black kids got to see an entire dcom cast that represented them. the vernacular used in the script is still tailored mostly to white-favoring audiences, but with some relevant slang thrown in there. in short, the writers got away with the most blackness they were allowed to inject into a disney channel project.

the story centers on rap music and its underground community in atlanta, georgia. it portrays misconceptions surrounding rap, using a church setting as a catalyst for a very real debate surrounding a generational, mutlicultural conflict. this was not a “safe” movie for disney, given its emphasis on religious clashes with contemporary values. it lightly touches on issues of image policing within the black community (cyrus’s father talking about how “our boys” are running around with sagging pants and “our girls” are straying away from god), which is a very real and pressing problem for black kids who feel the pressure (from all sides) of representing their whole race with their actions. its a fun, adorable story about being yourself and staying true to your art, but also a skillful representation of struggles unique to black and brown kids and children from religious backgrounds.

on top of crafting a fun, wholesome, thoughtful narrative and likeable protagonists, let it shine brought us what is in my opinion the BEST dcom soundtrack of all time. every single song is a bop. theyre fast, fun, and lyrically engaging. “me and you” is my favorite disney channel song of all time due to its narrative significance; i will never forget my first time watching the movie and seeing that big reveal unfold onstage, as a conversation and a plot summary all wrapped into a song. the amount of thought and care that went into the music of this movie should have been rewarded with a level of attention on par with that of other musical dcoms.

if disney channel had simply cared about let it shine more, it couldve spanned franchises and sold songs the way that other musical dcoms have drawn in success. i would have loved for a sequel that explored and fleshed out cyrus’s neighborhood a little bit more, and maybe dipped into that underground scene they caught a glimpse of. i wanted a follow up on the changed church community once cyrus’s father started supporting his sons vision. i want so much more for these characters and this world than disney gave them in just one movie.

for its bold, unabashed representation of blackness and religion, subtle, nuanced presentation of race-specific issues, strong, likeable characters, and complex, thoughtful songs, let it shine is the most underrated dcom.

and because i made a full list before i started writing this post, here are some honorable mentions:

going to the mat (2004)

gotta kick it up! (2002)

tru confessions (2002)

dont look under the bed (1999)

invisible sister (2015)

#this took me embarassingly long to write #i cant help myself i literally think about this all the time #youre doing a great job with these questions secret santa!#dcoms #disney channel #answered asks #anons #gcwca secret santa #Anonymous

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tracingdreams · 4 years

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Daiya no Ace: The Dramas : Special Drama 2 - “Service Area, En Route” Part I of III

This is the second extended drama track from the Second Season drama CD.

As with the previous, it has the same extended cast and I have broken it into three sections which I will post separately.

Part I: Featuring Eijun, Furuya, Toujou, Kanemaru, Haruichi, Miyuki, Kuramochi, Maezono

Scene: The guys are on the team coach, going to an away game location. It seems like it’s some distance, as they stop at a service area. Furuya is asleep, so the first years leave him on the bus and go to explore the service station…

Translator’s Note: I was trying to figure out who was sitting by whom on this coach. The best suggestion I can make is Kanemaru next to Eijun, Toujou next to Haruichi, and Furuya across the aisle from Haruichi’s seat…probably on his own. But eh, if you have a better idea, let me know…

(The scene opens with dramatic music)

Eijun: First pitch. Let’s begin with the outside low pitch, taught to me by my shishou (Chris). Then, next, a high inside pitch. And then, the winning shot…

Kanemaru: Shut up, Bakamura! Be quiet, will you?

Eijun: Stop interrupting me, Kanemaaru! Just one more pitch and I’d have got them out in three strikes!

Kanemaru: That’s just your fantasy, though, right?

Eijun: Don’t be rude! This is the kind of training that every top-level athlete undertakes…it’s Image Training! Let’s call it ‘Ime-Tore’!

Kanemaru: Don’t go to the trouble of giving it a nickname! It just makes you even more annoying!

Toujou: We’re on a bus, you guys, so keep it down a bit, huh?

Kanemaru: Toujou? Oi, I was just telling Bakamura to tone it down!

Toujou: You were being pretty noisy yourself though, Shinji.

Kanemaru: The mummy hunter became the mummy, huh (Translator’s note: This is a Japanese saying which basically means you began trying to stop something or persuade someone and then ended up doing it or being persuaded yourself. I included it because it’s cute. If weird.)

Eijun: (loud laughter) You’ve done it now, huh, Kanemaru!

Kanemaru: (annoyed): It’s your fault, dammit! (I think he hits him, it sounds like it).

Haruichi: Hey, hey, you’re getting rowdy again!

Eijun: Harucchi? But this bus is our baseball club’s private bus, right? There are only club members travelling on it.

Toujou: But some of the senpai are asleep, you know, Sawamura.

Eijun: Ah…when you’re scolded by Toujou, I feel like somehow you just have to obey…

Toujou: Not to mention, much closer…Look

Eijun: Huh?

(There is the sound of soft snoozing. It’s the Polar Bear in hibernation Furuya taking a nap)

Kanemaru: Furuya. He’s really asleep, isn’t he.

Toujou: Even though Sawamura was making such a ruckus so close by. It’s amazing he’s able to sleep like that.

Haruichi: Afternoon naps are pretty much like a hobby to Furuya, that’s why.

Kanemaru: It’s been a long time since we had an away game like this. Isn’t he even a little bit nervous?

Haruichi: I wonder what kind of team we’re going to be facing.

Eijun: I’m going to carve the name ‘Sawamura Eijun, the Flaming Southpaw’ into all the powerhouse high schools across the nation!

Haruichi: We’re only playing one match today, though.

Kanemaru: It’ll be good if you don’t just completely go down in flames.

Toujou: Oh, it seems like the bus has stopped!

Eijun: Have we finally reached enemy territory? What kind of place is it! (he looks out of the window). Woah! Look at how many cars there are parked up outside!

Haruichi: Ah…Eijun-kun, this is…

Eijun: As I thought, power-house schools are on a different level…wait, this is a service station!

Kanemaru: Stop jumping the gun. It’s just a break stop.

Eijun: I really thought we’d actually arrived…this strong man, Sawamura, doesn’t require a break! Driver! Please set off again immediately!

Kanemaru: Hey, stop trying to decide everything on your own like that!

Toujou: It’s good to have a chance to move around for a bit.

Haruichi: That’s true. It’s not good for the body to just be sitting still like this.

Eijun: Ah, I know about this. It’s “Ecology Syndrome”, right? If you sit in the same position for a long time, it compresses your blood vessels! That thing!

Haruichi: Eijun-kun, it’s ‘Economy Syndrome’. (Translator’s Note: Economy as in Economy Class on an aeroplane, the idea of blood clots etc forming if you’re travelling in a compact space for a long time. Eijun as usual has his words mixed up.)

Toujou: Your version sounds like it’d be good for the planet, though.

Eijun: Ah…such a sweet faced comeback…

Kanemaru: How is it you messed up the name when you know the effects just fine?

(At that moment, their conversation is interrupted).

Kuramochi: Hey, first years! Hurry up and get off the bus!

Eijun: Ah, Kuramochi-senpai!

Kuramochi: Make sure you get a proper break, huh? After we leave here, it seems like we won’t be making another stop for a while.

Eijun (it sounds like he salutes) Orders understood!

Maezono: Oi, Kominato. Make sure you say something to Furuya, snoozing away over there.

Haruichi: Yes, Zono-senpai.

Maezono: Right, then we’ll go on ahead.

(The two second years leave).

Kanemaru: Those two…they have a really good way with managing us kouhai, don’t they?

Toujou: Yeah. They’re senpai that we can rely on.

Eijun: But in comparison, that Captain…

Miyuki: Did you just say something, Sawamura?

(Of course he was right there listening).

Eijun: Waaaaaaaaaah! Miyuki Kazuya! Why are you here?

Miyuki: We’re travelling on the same bus, so obviously I’m gonna be here? Hurry up and go take a break, okay? There’s not a lot of time for this stop, after all.

(He leaves)

Eijun: Woah, he startled me.

Kanemaru: Sawamura, at least learn to use keigo a bit, huh?

Toujou: Come on, let’s hurry up and go take a break.

Haruichi: Ah, hang on a second. I’m going to wake Furuya. Furuya-kun, wake up! (He tries shaking him).

(The sleeping continues).

Haruichi: Hey, Furuya-kun? We’ve stopped at a service station! Let’s go take a break?

(Sleeping continues).

Toujou: Ah. He’s not showing any signs of waking up, is he..?

Kanemaru: It can’t be helped. Let’s leave him here to restock his energy levels.

Haruichi: Yeah, let’s do that. It sounds like this away game will have him as starting pitcher.

Eijun: (Cackles): Carry on sleeping like this, Furuya. If you’re asleep, then that starting pitcher slot will become mine!

Haruichi: Eijun-kun, you have a horrible look on your face right now!

Furuya (Sleepily): I won’t give up the mound to anyone.

Kanemaru: Hey, is he awake after all?

Eijun: Huh, was he just pretending, like a tanuki?

(the sleeping continues).

Haruichi: It seems like he was just talking in his sleep.

Kanemaru: That guy…is he pitching in his dream as well?

Toujou: Furuya’s attachment to the mound is extremely strong, that’s why.

Eijun: I’m not going to lose to him! I won’t slack off on my focus or my Image Training!

Haruichi: Eijun-kun. What are you doing, declaring war on a sleeping opponent?

Eijun: Harucchi?

Toujou: Come on. Let’s go join the others and take our break.

Kanemaru: Yeah, let’s do that.

Haruichi: Mm. We’ll have no time otherwise.

(they leave).

Eijun: Hey wait! I’m coming too!

(To be continued…)

Disclaimer: There was one word Eijun yelled that I couldn’t make out quite clearly so I approximated based on the rest of the sentence around it. I don’t think it impairs the translation any but there you go.

Eijun yells a lot and it can be hard to make out words when he goes off on a tangent.

#Daiya no Ace #Ace of Diamond #Season II #Drama CD #Track 2 #Translation #Drama Translation #Sawamura Eijun #Furuya Satoru #Kanemaru Shinji #Toujou Hideaki #Kominato Haruichi #Kuramochi Youichi #Miyuki Kazuya #Maezono Kenta #Furuya can sleep through anything

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Fandom: The Hills Have Eyes Characters: Lizard, Hades, Grabber, Papa, others mentioned Relationship: Lizard/reader Request: The reader gets taken by hades clan for breeding. Lizard and her get into a big fight before she was abducted and feels its his fault that she got taken so he goes to rescue her. Can it be in the same set up as complete but not including next time? AN: An: part 1: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/155592661619/complete part 2: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/156456610004/complete-part-2 part 3: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/162564408954/complete-part-3 Part 4: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/163535128554/complete-part-4-tease Part 5: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/163535225904/complete-part-5-needed Part 6: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/171498361714/alone-time Part 7: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/174733043749/complete-part-7-saviours-reward Part 8: http://littlebitoffanfic.tumblr.com/post/178830963804/teacher You groaned as the bag on your back became heavier and heavier with each passing step. It didn’t help that you could barley see where you were going because it was pitch black tonight and cloudy so you didn’t even have the moons light to guide your way. You knew where you were going though. In fact, you knew this journey like the back of your hand by now, it was just the odd stone or rock that had moved which meant you tripped or stubbed your toe. There had been a group of 4. They had stopped for fuel and you managed to persuade them to take your shortcut. From what you could tell, it was two brothers and their girlfriends. Of course, the family made short work of them but they had come through just before sunset and by the time they had been caught and killed, it was dark. You didn’t like walking in the dark, and radioed saying you were just going to sleep at the gas station. But then you heard one of the many creaky panels and signs and decided you would rather be at home with Lizard. No matter what had happened today. He had been in a bad mood all day because him and Papa had butted heads again. Unfortunately, he had taken it out on you. Leading to you storming out. “maybe I’ll just go to the shop and stay there tonight.” You growl as you stuffed clothes and a blanket into a bag. “Nah, you wont. You’ll get scared and I’ll have to come get you like normal.” Lizard hissed. “Oh, if im such an inconvenience to you, don’t bother coming at all then.” You sneered at him. “I wont ask for your help again.” With that, you walked out of the door and slammed it shut behind you. There was a slight breeze tonight which normally wouldn’t be a problem, but it whistled through the valleys of the hills and made it hard to hear anything but your own breathing. Whenever it was dark, Lizard had come to meet you at the gas station and walked you home. Stopping, you gave into your fears and grabbed your radio off your belt. “Can someone come meet me?” You called, hoping Lizard or Goggle were close by. “Where are yeh?” Lizard called back almost instantly. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing he must be waiting by the door for you to get home. “Just in the valley where-“ You were cut off when a hand clamped itself over your mouth. You let out a started scream as you panicked. “[y/n]!” lizard called down the radio, and he wasn’t the only one. You heard Goggle asking what happened and Papa as well. You kept your finger down on the button to speak, trying to twist your head around to see your attacker. Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Hades!” You screamed in his hand. You had been warned about him. Papas brother. More violent than Lizard and less family-driven than Papa. He grinned down at you, droll seeming to spill from his mouth. He towered over you, like a troll than a human. You could hear the voices of your family calling for you. They could hear you muffled screams. You had to tell them who it was, although you knew Lizard probably knew. Opening your mouth, you bit down hard on the fresh of his fat palm, hard enough that you tasted the blood running into your mouth as he let out a howl off pain and pulled his hand away from your mouth. “H-Hades! Its Ha-“ You screamed into the radio before you felt something hit the back of your head hard. You cried out but the pain made your knees weak and you dropped to the ground. You didn’t know if he had hit you with a rock or with his fist, but you knew it was enough to knock you out. Especially if he was angry. The second your body hit the ground, you felt dizzy. Clutching your head with your hands, you were unaware of the kick coming for you until it collided with your stomach, sending a fresh rocket of pain through your body. “You fuckin’ touch her again you fuck-“ You heard Lizard snarling over the radio which had fallen beside you. “Hades! You leave her alone! Shes Lizards mate. Doesn’t belong to yah!” Papa growled. His voice coming through with an authority you had only ever heard once in your life, when Goggle had nearly got Ruby killed as kids. Your ears filled with ringing as you opened your eyes and saw the same had you bit (that was now covered in blood) grab the radio off the ground. You followed it as he raised it to his lips, his beady eyes sparkling wickedly at you. “Our female now. He can find another.” His voice sent a chill through your spine. But before any of your family could reply, he dropped the radio to the ground and brought his food crashing down on it, breaking it in to pieces in front of your eyes. You let out a strangled scream before the same boot that had just crushed your radio collided with your face and knocked you out. -----------------------time skip -------------------- Your mind woke before your body did. For a moment, you thought it might have all been a dream. You were going to open your eyes and see Lizard passed out beside you. But you knew it wasn’t true. The smell that filled your nostril wasn’t one from home. It wasn’t even the worse smelling place in the village, which was the slaughter house. It was musky, and smelled like decay, dirt and damp. Before you could become too preoccupied on the smell, the pain seemed to strike you like lightning. It pulsed through your body, making you wince and bit your inner lip to stop you from screaming. Finally, you knew you had to open your eyes. When you did, the first thing you noticed was your eyelashes of your left eye sticking together as they opened, a dry red substance on them. Probably your blood. Your upper lip tasted of blood and you felt it had dried under your nose. You twitched your nose and mouth slightly, feeling a sting but you knew your nose wasn’t broken at least, it had just been bleeding. Your hands were tied over your head to something (probably a bedpost or headboard) but your ankles were free. You were on some sort of bed, but you could feel the springs digging into your back, painfully. The bed somehow felt grotty. Then you remembered why you were here. Looking down, you let out a sign of relief. You had thrown on skinny jeans to go to the shop and they were still on you. They looked intact and, as you moved your hips and legs a little, didn’t have any holes in the crotch area of them. This meant you hadn’t been violated in your ‘sleep’. He wouldn’t carefully take off the jean then put them back on. No, they would have been ripped off you. One thing y ou did see was that you were covered in scrapes and blood. Hades had probably dragged you back here and it showed. You could feel the fresh wounds in your back and along your sides. Your legs were bad as well, a number of small holes that were now covered with blood up and down your body. It seemed any area not covered with blood was dirty. you wondered just how long you had been here. There was no window in the little room but there was a little lamp attached to the wall on. Dimly, yes, but enough you could glance around you and make sure you were alone. You knew Lizard would come for you. That much you knew. He would tear through every one of Hades clan to find you. So would Papa. Goggle, Pluto and Cyst would come for you too. All the men except Big brain. Mama would probably be comforting little Ruby, who would have heard your abduction over the radio she had just got 2 weeks ago and was attached to her. Depending on where Mama had been, so might Mercury and Venus if she had been in the nursery with them, putting them to sleep. No, mama would stay with the children, her arms tightly around them all. She might even go to Big Brain for the company and for support when every one was gone. And Big Brain would be livid, cursing Hades to hell while Mama hissed at him to think of the children as she covered their ears. The image, which was probably very accurate, made you smile. You would be home soon. But how soon was soon? You couldn’t tell. One thing you did know was you couldn’t just wait around. Regardless of if Lizard was on his way, Hades would probably be heading for you. If he couldn’t keep you, he would damn well make sure that Lizard knows hes had you. You had to get out of here, keep low. There was no point trying to get out the mines which they called home. Every entrance and exit was rigged with elaborate traps to keep victims from escaping. No, you had to find some way to stay just out of reach of the clan for long enough for your family to get to you. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at your restraints. Rough rope tied your hands together, making your wrists bleed. You couldn’t just wriggle out of it, he would have thought of that. “Don’t think like a victim” you told yourself. If you took the obvious route, they would know and be anticipating your every move. No, you had to think like them. Lizard had once told you that rope isn’t great for restraining victims because they can cut through it. Cut. You looked around the room for anything you could use, until you remembered when Papa had been teaching Ruby self defence. You had mended some of her clothes and were dropping them off to her when you heard he had said something about using her shoe laces. This was before Ruby had abandoned shoes all together. But you hadn’t. You were wearing some slightly wore but comfy trainers, with laces. grinning, you managed to manoeuvre yourself so your arms were twisted over each other but you were sitting up facing your confined hands with your feet. You considered just kicking your legs and staying on your back. Many years of sex with Lizard had lead you to be rather bendy in that way, but then you thought if Hades came in. no, this way, you weren’t as exposed. you had been right about being tied to a bed post. A metal frame with rust all over it. Moving each foot in turn to your fingers, you untied both laces before slipping one lace through an outer bit of rope. You then tied one lace of one foot to the other lace that was looped under the rope. Once secure, you leaned back, ignoring the pain in your wrists. Moving your feet up and down like you were riding a bike, your laces worked like a knife, slowly cutting through the rope because of the tension. Sooner than you thought, you heard a snap and felt the rope loosen around your wrists. You managed to unwrap the rope and you were free. Quickly doing your laces ack up (you didn’t want to trip over them or get them caught in something), you got off the bed and rubbed your bleeding wrists while looking around. no weapons anywhere. In fact, the room only consisted of the bed and wall lamp. Going to the door, you stopped for a moment before going back and grabbing the rope. Yes it was cut, but it was at least 2 feet long and could just get you the upper hand in a fight if you get it round someones neck. or to quieten someone. you pushed it into your jeans pocket. The item plunge out but it left your hands free. Going up to the lamp, you turned it off before feeling your way along the wall. If the room is the only one lit, when you open the door, it might cause someone to notice from the excess light. darkness was better. Opening the door, you felt your way along the wall, keeping close and as small as possible. You had been right. The hallway outside the room was pitch black. The walls were flat, like the walls of your home than mine walls. But once you got to the hallway that this one lead off of and you could feel the walls change to the gritty, rock that made up the mines. You needed to get close to an entrance or exit. Maybe if you see your family first, they can help you escape. For what felt like a lifetime, you wondered around the miles, your heart hammering. Occasionally you came into light from small holes in the roof and walls, but most of the times it was little miner lamps that sat in corners. This place was like a maze. You thought you were making progress until you felt the wall change into a flat wall. Shit. You had circled back on yourself. But that wasn’t the only thing. The room had a light under the doorway and there was a shadow moving around. You heard grunt and then a animistic roar as something as thrown across the room. Probably the bed. This meant he was in there. This means he knew you were gone. His means he would be coming after you. Run. It was your first instinct. But if you ran, you were more likely to trip up, to make a mistake or to run into someone. Looking up, you could see the ceiling was high, really high. And the hallway was very narrow. Pushing your back against one wall and your feet against the other side, you were able to push yourself up until you felt the top of the ceiling. You were at least 15 feet off the ground. If you fell, you were sure to break your neck, but the dim light from that room wouldn’t be enough to see right up here. And sure enough, the door was flung open. “Shes escaped!” hades roared to his clan, his voice nearly shaking the walls themselves. You felt your legs going weak at that voice out of fear. You were weak from what had happened to you, but you had one driving force. Lizard. He needed you. Sure, so did the family. But he was different. If he found out you were dead, that Hades had had you and then killed you, or worse, bred you, you didn’t know what he would do. If you went back to him pregnant, you knew he would never harm you, but the baby? That wasn’t even his? You didn’t know. Lizard was stupid at the best of times. Not as in dumb. No, reckless. But that wasn’t as back because he knew he had you. He had something to live for. And what if lizard did try to kill Hades? He was papas brother. You were lizards ‘mate’ but hades was family. Papa had made it clear no one was to hurt his brother, no matter how much he didn’t get alone. They might fight, and hurt each other. Tears welled in your eyes as you thought of your family tearing each other apart just for you. Because of you. no, this wasn’t a war to start right now. he had to find you alive and you could work from there. Hades didn’t even notice you as he stormed under you and turned left, screaming for someone called Stabber and grabber. Within seconds, they appeared. You had seen Stabber once before, and knew him as one of Hades sons. However, you had heard about Grabber. He was blind, but had amazing hearing. “Get her!” Hades growled. Stabber grunted and turned, darting down the way you had went. “Told you it aint a good idea. Shes Lizards. Aint no good gonna come from this.” Grabber hissed to Hades. He wasn’t a son, you knew that much, but you didn’t know how he related to the family. “hes had her long enough and no kids. Aint a reason for a female if they aint bred.” Hades growled, obviously annoyed at being challenged. But Grabber looked older than Hades, and didn’t step down. “Don’t matter. She aint a breeder to them. You know shes like family-“ Grabber said but was interrupted. “Shes an outsider!” Roared Hades but Grabber continued with out flinching. “Don’t matter to them. Yer gonna cause a war. Over a girl?” Grabber seemed to look at Hades over his thick glasses. “I wanted her.” Hades growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t matter to them what you want, Hades. You hurt her, you wont just have one less breeder. You’ll have a war. And you aint treated everyone here good enough for them to fight for you-“ Grabber was interrupted when Hades raised his fist and slammed it into his face, knocking him against the wall hard. His glasses came flying off but seemed thick enough to survive the fall. But Grabber didn’t do anything other than take it. “I. Want. Her.” Hades growled once again before turning and storming down the hallway before disappearing to the left. You had to hold one hand over your mouth as you looked at the poor man who was pushing himself to his feet. If someone disagreed with Papa, they talked it out. Papa would never lay a finger on any of his family, not like this. But it seemed to be a regular occurrence. “If shes smart,” Grabber started to speak once Hades was out of earshot and feeling for his glasses. “she’ll head left then follow the trail till she sees light in a door marked Hansel. And keeps up high.” You heart jumped. Did he know you were up here? Dropping down to the ground as silently as you could, you saw his reach into his pocket and pull out a small pocket knife and placing it on the ground as he searched in vain for his glasses. You saw them and grabbed them up. Quickly, you grabbed the knife and replaced it with the glasses. Sure enough, he reached out and picked up his glasses, feeling for any cracks. “Thank you.” You whispered, before fleeing. Following Grabbers ‘instructions’, you found the door marked Hansel. You had seen it before but hadn’t went into because there was a light inside. Slowly opening the door, you held the knife close to you so you could move quickly if needed. The room was filled with old things. They were sorted into piles, some stacked so high they reached the ceiling. Instantly, you saw a thousand ways and places to hid. You heard heavy footsteps approaching fast. You noticed a desk, which had a number of prams, buggies and baby carriers in front of it. Moving a couple, you managed to crawl under neither and move them back into place when the door opened. Stabber came storming through, with Hazel following him, ringing his hands together (another of Hades sons). “They nearly fuckin’ here. We cant find her before they get here, we’re all dead.” Stabber growled, seeming scared somehow. You frowned a little. While were they together. Surely, if they were looking for you, they should have split up. They all had the upper hand because they knew this place like the back of their hand. Why search in a group? Hansel nodded in agreement, his demeanour reminding you a little of pluto. Somewhat simple but with kind eyes. “She aint like the other breeders. She knows this shit. Shes one step ahead of us. Just gotta hope they find her before they find us.” Stabber glanced in your direction but didn’t see you as the two quickly left. They were frighten of Papa. Of Jupiter and his clan. You clamped your hand over your mouth. They weren’t looking for you to give to Hades. They were like Grabber. They just wanted rid of you to avoid a war. You were so lose in though, you nearly missed the scream that echoed through the mines. It didn’t sound too far away, but you couldn’t tell. You debated weather to investigate when you thought maybe it was your family. What if they had split up and Hades had got his hands on Goggle? Of all of them, Goggle was the smallest and not use to fight. Scrambling out of the hiding place, you bolted to the door and left, following the sound of the scream. Rounding a corner, you saw a body on its face covered in blood. Holding your breath, you approached it and turned it over before letting out a sign of relief. It wasn’t one of your family. From the looks of it, the mutant had been attacked. A open wound in its neck was bleeding heavily and the blood still hot. They must be here and not to far. That was when you heard it. His voice. “Where is she?!” Lizards voice was rough, desperate and angry. But close. Flying in the direction, you didn’t care if you were seen anymore. He was here, somewhere, looking for you. “Dead.” Hades voice seemed to leer, making you stop to check and makes ure he wasn’t behind you. “I killed her.” Instantly, you knew what he was doing. Making Lizard mad. Everyone knew Lizard had two fight modes. His first was flawless and unbeatable. He was quick and strong, easily able to overpower even Hades if he needed to. The other was different. It was desperate fight. He didn’t care about getting hurt but about doing as much damage as he could. He would be easily beatable if he was worked up enough because he didn’t think about his own weaknesses. Your only thought was to run to him. If you shouted, it might be a trap. If hades kills you before you get to Lizard, it would make his angrier to see your lifeless body. Sprinting, you ran as hard and fast as you could, tears stinging in your eyes. “You fuckin’ liar.” Lizards voice bounced off the walls and a wail of angst came from Pluto. “I fucked her before I killer her. She wasn’t that good. Don’t know why you so attached.” Hades smeared, making your cheeks burn red with anger and slight embarrassment. “Shut up!” Goggles voice snapped and you could imagine him holding his hands over his ears. “I’ll fucking kill you” Lizard roared and you turned the corner to see Hades standing in a rather open area with is back to you. Lizard, Goggle, Pluto, Papa and Cyst were there, but it was dark, the only light being from a small crack in the wall letting sunlight in. All four of them were armed to the teeth and were glaring at Hades. Even papa. You had never seen his so angry. He wasn’t standing in front of Lizard, trying to keep him back. He stood behind him. but then Lizards eyes found you. His anger dropped away, his whole body seeming to relax as his eyes met yours. You couldn’t help but smile as you started to run to him, not caring about Hades. Lizard moved towards you, seeming to have forgot about Hades as well. But then Hades turned, saw you were there, and grabbed something off his belt. A knife. The glint gave it away. He raised it above his head just as Lizard was about to pass him. He was going to stab it into his neck, you knew it. “NO!” You screamed in horror, your world shaking as you saw the knife begin to come down until there was a loud BANG. Hades let out a howl of pain as the knife dropped to the floor, with several fingers. lizard stopped to see what happened, jumping away from Hades a little. You looked up and saw Papa holding a smoking gun, pointed at where Hades hand had been. Hades twisted on the floor in agony, clutching his hand to his chest as it bled out. Lizard was frozen in his spot as you came to stand at Hades head. When he looked up at you, you raised your foot and slammed it into his face, making sure you heard the crack of his nose and maybe some teeth if you were lucky. Before you could admire your work, you were lifted up into strong arms. “you alright? Did he touch yah? You hurt?” Lizard rattled off questions in your ear as he held you close. You smiled, cuddling into him as inhaling his scent. “Im fine. I got out before he could lay a finger on me.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was shaking, terribly, and you felt hot wet droplets on your neck. “Im safe now you’re here.” You whisper to him, letting your own tears run free. You had almost forgot about the others until you felt someone rub your upper arm. Looking over, you saw Goggle smiling at you. Lizard let go of you, subtly wiping his tears away in the process as the other came over to you, ignoring Hades. Their eyes went to your bloody appearance. “I think it looks worse than it is.” You tried to reassure then but no one looked convicted. Pluto reached out and grabbed on of your hands, seemingly presenting it to Papa. “You’ve looked better.” Goggle said from your side and you let out a laugh. You couldn’t help it. “Thanks.” You turned to him, but your laughter settled them. “What happened?” Papa asked, his eyes on his brother. You knew you had to tell all the basics here and now. While Hades was weak. Lizard wrapped his arm around your waist, seeming to notice your legs getting weak. “Well, when I radioed you, he grabbed me and put his hand over my mouth I bit it and he punched me in the head. I fell to the ground and he spoke to you, and then crushed the radio then kicked me in the stomach and head. I woke up tied to a bed.” This part earned all 5 of them to growl as they looked at Hades. But you continued. “But I managed to break the ropes around my wrist by using my laces. I went out and circled back on myself when Hades found out I was gone. I managed to climb up the wall and hid while he spoke to Stabber and Grabber. Once they were gone, I hid in a room with loads of stuff when I heard a scream. I thought it might have been one of you so I followed it and found one of Hades clan. Then I heard Lizard and here I am.” You smiled, signalling to the floor as if you were recounting how you escaped a maze farm. “And the others?” papa asked. You understood he meant the rest of Hades clan. “I over heard some. They all said it was a bad idea me being here. That it would cause a war.” You were carful not to give too much detail in front of Hades. If he found out Grabber helped you, there would be hell to pay. You couldn’t help but lean against Lizard a little more as you tried to keep yourself going. The adrenalin was wearing off and you could feel yourself being sore and tired as the seconds passed. Lizard leaned down and swept you off your feet, picking you up bridal style. You let out a giggle as you cuddled into his neck, wrapping your arms back around him. You quickly began to drift off as Lizard walked toward the exit. He obviously knew where he was going but Pluto and Goggle kept to either side of you. You glanced back when you noticed Papa and Cyst hadn’t followed as you saw them speak before walking up to Hades. Papa raised the gun once more, aimed it at Hades’ crotch, and fired. You were pulled back by Lizards low voice, speaking quietly to you as he slowed his pace so the others walked slightly ahead of you. “am sorry.” His voice was shaking. “Shoulda come got yah.” You saw in his eyes was a deep resentment for himself and for what had happened to you. “Its not your fault.” You tried to sooth him but he snapped. “If I’da been there, Hades wouldntda-“ You quickly interrupted him. “You don’t know that. He might still have. Or done it another time. But its over now. You came for me, just like I knew you would. You’ve showed me again that regardless of what happens, you wont stop fighting for me. And that’s the only thing that kept me going.” You smiled, cupping his cheek with one of your hand. “Ah do love yah.” He looked at you. “I’da killed every fucker here if he’d laid a finger on you.” “I know.” You smiled, seeing in his eyes he was telling the truth before you returned the vow of love. -----------------time skip------------------ By the time you got back, you had been asleep in Lizards arms most of the journey. The bright light of day didn’t faze you, until you heard an earth shattering scream. Jolting awake, you saw you were back in the village and Mama standing at the door of Big brain house. She held her hands over her mouth as she rushed over but Lizard said you were just sleepy. You were carried into the house and placed on a sofa. Mama fussed over your wounds as Ruby appeared above you and pressed a kiss to your temple before using a wet cloth to clean the blood from your face. You were given a dressing grown that everyone but Lizard turned away for you to change into. He helped you. It meant they could get your legs and torso while hiding your modesty with some blankets as well. It felt good to get out of your dirty clothes and jean. Papa told Big Brain what happened, and Ruby and Mama gasped when required. They left your side to get clean water and rags and Mercury and Venus appeared beside you. Venus held out a small pushy bunny that you had made her when she was a baby. You took it with a smile with Mercury tried to lick his hand to clean a spot of blood on your neck. You were rather glad Mama and Ruby came back then and moved the kids away to play again. You drifted in and out of sleep, but one thing stayed the same. You could always see Lizard when you woke. He stepped back as mama and ruby saw ot your cuts but when he could, he sat down in front of the sofa, like he was guarding you. Every now and then, you reached out and placed your hand on his shoulder, making sure he was still there. For the day, the family stayed all together, something which hadn’t happened in a long time. It was nice. Big Brain let the kids put the TV on while mama and Ruby kept making sure you were okay. Goggle ended up sitting on the arm rest of the sofa by your feet and Ruby and Pluto sat down next to Lizard while Cyst sat in a armchair at the side of the sofa. At some point, you managed to persuade Lizard the sofa wasn’t soft enough and he moved up to sit in the end so you could lay your head on his lap. His hands instantly found themselves in your hair, gently working the tugs out that ruby had missed. Mama sat in a rocking chair by Big brain and that’s just how it was. Your family. Your perfect family.

#lizard #lizard x reader #lizard/reader #reader insert #request #the hills have eyes

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Stuck Between (2/8)

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - final

Tag’s List: @fralackles - @epicfallenismine - @interwebseriesfan24 - @weasleyswizarding-wheezes - @chaostheoryy Let me know if you’d like to be added!

Prompt: It was never a choice - rather a given. Yet the guilt flooded you, betraying all that had ever loved you. He was enticing and exciting and he brought a side out of you that you never knew had existed.

Warnings: so I went a bit more... steamy than I usually do for my stories. I dunno just after the first part and that whole interrogation scene... it just felt right. i don’t actually have them doing anything, just explained further than i normally would... so im sorry bout that. and yes @chaostheoryy this will end with Kylo and the reader together, lol, sorry Poe fans, but there will be lots of Poe x Reader (don’t worry!) and it’ll be explained!

please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

The door slammed behind you and you flinched, still shaken by the events that had just occurred.

You’d only just gotten back to base, and after a brief meeting with General Organa, to which Poe had never left your side, you were finally back in your room. The only thing was, you could feel Poe behind you, hovering and you didn’t need to ask to know what was wrong.

He hadn’t left your side since he’d saved you and normally, you would’ve appreciated it. Poe had always been the one to help calm your nerves and ever since you joined the Resistance, you and him had been attached at the hip. It was only a matter of time before that blossomed into something more, yet, neither you nor Poe had never acted on the unspoken feelings. Rather, you just kept it as is - the ever so often touch of the shoulder, or brush of the hand. The too long of hugs and the doting stares.

That had been before.

Now... now it was all different. You don’t know why but that creature... or rather that man - you now knew that the man behind the mask was just that, a man. And you’d seen Kylo’s eyes and you don’t know what it was, but something he did just... blew you away.

And you hated it. Because he was evil and you were you and Poe was here. Poe had been everything but now that seemed to fade.

“What were you thinking?” You jumped, Poe’s comment pulling you from your thoughts. You tried to hide the way you shook and the confusion you felt, glancing over at the man who paced. Sudden guilt filled you, you’d been in trance by Kylo and Poe had been the one chasing after you. “Do you know how worried I was? How worried we all were?”

“Poe, I-”

“No, Y/N,” Poe interrupted, suddenly coming to a stop. You felt yourself freeze when his eyes met yours. “You can’t just throw yourself in danger like that.”

“I was trying to help us...” You whispered. Little had you known then that all of this would’ve happened. With the Resistance’s numbers depleting and the First Order’s growing, you’d done what you thought was right. General Organa needed information, one that would help the Resistance take a step forward, and you’d done so without permission. Now, you were back with no information and a bloody lip.

Let’s just say Leia was less than pleased, and if times weren’t so right, you probably would’ve been demoted or on suspicion.

But it seemed, Poe was just as mad.

Before you knew it, Poe had made his way to you, reaching you within seconds. You took steps back, intimidating by his piercing gaze. You knew Poe would never hurt you, even when angered he would never push you, but... you felt guilty and you weren’t about to fight back when he was right.

“I was so worried...” Poe whispered, his shoulders slumping and any tense nature dissipating within seconds.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, eyes welling. Poe noticed and his face fell. Staring down at your shaky hands, your eyes rapidly looked between the two, shaking your head. “I don’t understand what he did but...- but I can’t shake this feeling.” Poe didn’t know just what context you spoke of, luckily, but still you words concerned him. The room fell silent, nothing to be heard but your shaky breath. “I’m scared.”

You felt Poe’s hands slide up your neck, cupping your cheeks and gently pulling your gaze back up to his. He met your eye and you expected to feel that feeling you always had when Poe looked at you like that - starstruck. But all you saw were Kylo’s and it burned.

“He won’t ever touch you again.” Poe whispered, pulling you so close the both of you were only a breath away. “I won’t let him.” Slowly, Poe leaned down, capturing your lips with his. Your body stiffened in shock, the one thing you’d always wanted - for you and Poe to be more - and yet, it didn’t feel like you always thought it would.

Realizing Poe’s intent, you pushed away your darker thoughts and returned the kiss. Poe didn’t seem to noticed your hesitance and you felt his hands fall to your waist, grabbing your hips and thrusting you into himself. You moaned softly at the feeling, letting both of your hand wrap around his neck as you deepened the kiss. You wanted it but it felt wrong. This heat, this feeling... it was meant to be with another.

But that was wrong. This was all wrong.

Kylo was wrong.

Poe... Poe was the one you loved, not Kylo. Those thoughts were not your own, Kylo had the force and he could’ve easily brainwashed you to think that way. Why? You didn’t know. But it was the only thing that could’ve possibly explained the way you had felt.

Poe was here, kissing you, giving you everything that you had wished for for so many years. You loved him.

Poe pulled away from the kiss, panting. You met his gaze and there was an unspoken conversation between you two. You wondered if he wanted to go further, if this was really going to happen.

And you needed it to be, to convince yourself.

So you leaned forward, pressing multiple kisses along Poe’s jaw. He extended his neck, allowing you two and you hungrily bit and sucked at his neck. When you pulled away, your face flushed and your body hot, Poe breathed out; “are you sure?”

“Yes,” you replied, breathless. “I have been.”

Poe didn’t need another word.

Before you knew it, he was pushing the both of you back, until you felt your legs hit your bed post and you felt back. You fell against the mattress, your head pouncing as Poe crawled a top of you. He didn’t waste another moment, pulling off his jacket and you helped him, your mind falling in a daze.

You arched your back as he begun to unzip your shirt, pulling it from under you. Then, within seconds, his lips were on your neck, doing what you had before. You moaned softly, feeling his teeth dig into yours and you were sure he left marks, but you didn’t so much care. You felt him unclasp your bra, pulling it off your arms before grabbing you by the waist and sliding further down your body.

You let him, moaning in pleasure. You let Poe do everything, because you wanted to. And you bit back every thought of Kylo, because that hadn’t been of your own free will...

right?

You felt your body shudder awake, your eyes snapping open. It took you a moment to remember the events that had happened before and glancing beside you, you noticed Poe peacefully sleeping.

You sighed, running a hand over your face as you sat up, pulling the sheets with you to cover your naked body. Though you couldn’t see yourself, you let your hands run over your neck where you’re sure proof of the night before evident. And as you thought there, you expected yourself to be more happy. Being with Poe was something you’d always wanted, ever since you two had bonded.

Spending the night with him was something you had only dreamed of.

But yet, as you sat there, still sore from the night before and naked in your own bed, you only felt unsettled.

You thought the feeling would’ve washed away... but it hadn’t. It made your stomach fill with butterflies, anxiously biting your lips. You couldn’t... you were just so confused, unable to think coherently. What was wrong with you?

You turned your head, glancing down at Poe. He laid on his back side, hand laid across the bed from where your body had been. Softly, you let your hand fall against his bare back, running your fingertips over his smooth but scarred skin. Poe was everything you’d always wanted in a man. He was kind, civil and incredibly brave. He never feared fighting for what he believed in and being one of the Resistance’s best pilots must have been incredibly stressful, but he always held a confident and high held head.

Poe was also incredibly kind to you. You were lucky beyond belief to be with him.

A sudden whooshing sound brought you from your thoughts and hugging the blanket tighter around yourself, you looked around for where the noise had come from. But then suddenly, the image of black appeared in the corner of your eye and snapping your gaze forward, you found Kylo. Only it wasn’t him, almost like an image of him. He was there but wasn’t.

Your eyes widened and you brought your knees up to your chest, hugging yourself as you suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable. Your words were caught in your throat and you found yourself unable to say anything as his eyes slowly grazed yours.

“Y/N.” He said, as if this wasn’t the oddest thing in the world.

“How...” You mumbled, utterly confused. “How are you...?”

“The force.” Kylo clarified, nodding at you. “It’s connected us.”

“The force...” You repeated. “I don’t-”

“Oh but you do.” Kylo interrupted, his lips quivering ever so slightly into what you could only figure his thought of a smile. “I felt it, the moment I met you. The force is strong with you.” You always felt something well within you, as if just a object stuck there, but you had never thought more about it. You never would’ve guessed the force to be something that you would have or well, be able to use.

“Am I interrupting something?”

You flushed, pulling the bed sheets tighter around yourself and glancing briefly at Poe. You were lucky he hadn’t woken yet.

“What is this?” You asked, turning to Kylo with fearful eyes. “How are we...?”

“There is no reason to be afraid, Y/N.” Kylo spoke, ever so calm. You hated how confused he made you feel. “I will not harm you. Ever.”

“My lip,” you said, softly touching the busted lip. “That was you.”

“That was my men,” Kylo clarified. “I told them to leave you unharmed but it seemed you struggled more than I had anticipated.” You furrowed his brows, had he thought you would just give up and let you take him?

“Of course I struggled,” you whispered angrily, desperate not to wake up Poe. Would he even see Kylo? “You were kidnapping me.”

“I was merely showing you were you truly belong.” Kylo’s eyes fell to Poe and you felt your chest tighten. “It’s a shame really, but all to soon you will be with me.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You spat, tightening the grip you held on, currently, your own cover from Kylo’s eyes. “I will never join the First Order, and you’re crazy if you think I will. I am a Resistance fighter and always will be.”

Kylo nodded, as if your words were only a tale to him. “I’ve seen it. You will join me.”

You opened your mouth to say something but a hand falling on your back interrupted you. “Y/N?” Turning around with wide eyes, you found Poe slowly sitting up in bed, looking at you. You briefly glanced back in the place Kylo had been only to find him gone, as if he’d never been there. “You okay?”

“Fine...” You whispered, barely noticed Poe wrap his arms around your waist and pressed his head into the crook of your neck.

“Sure?”

“Yeah...” You mumbled, staring at the now vacant area Kylo had once been. Even though you could no longer see him, it still felt as if he was there.

Part three? Let me know! I had a lot of fun writing this, so please leave feedback!

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All of the emojis for the sweet and pure asks

DSJFHFDJKHKFJFFF honestly you’re probably like the only person who cares about what i say on here … thank u .. my savior 💖

(obviously imma put this under a cut .. if it doesn’t work on mobile, i apologize in advance aadhjfdkff since when things are under a cut i tend to write long ass rambling answers)

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

as an utterly hopeless romantic, i certainly want to. i think because of like … insecurities, self hate and stuff (not to get too deep), it’s a comforting idea to me to like Know that there’s someone out there who doesn’t see me the way i do … but realistically? no. i think you gotta realize that relationships are hard and something you have to work to keep healthy and happy and not as magically problem-solving as soulmate tropes make it out to be. so short answer: realistically no, ideally yes.

💌- diary or journal?

the one i write in is honestly a mix of both, but i think it’s more of a diary. it’s cathartic to write things out when you don’t wanna talk to someone else about it (or in addition to venting to another person) and for the journal aspect of it, i really like looking back on things i did back in the day. i’ve had a diary/journal hybrid since like 2008-ish? so i love that !

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

ooh good question …. there’s a lot! i think i see bits of myself in a lot of characters so there isn’t any One (1) person i relate to the most. shaw from person of interest keeps coming to mind but maybe i’ve just absorbed parts of her, rather than actually being like her so who knows . jessica jones is another one, in some aspects. i think just from those two you can tell the Type of character i not only gravitate towards, but relate to too

💕- are you crushing on someone?

irl? no, i’m not. i have plenty of celebrity crushes though so i can’t even begin to start listing those. honestly most of the celebs i talk about / reblog on here are most likely a crush . to paraphrase an iconic pisces, yeah i’m a love whore and what about it ??? dfjkdhkjff

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain?

both !!!!! but kissing in the dark may be more ideal so i can hide how flustered i probably would be

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

💌💣🌙🥀🖤 less of an aesthetic and more so just emojis i like, i feel like

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

oof … this is a really hard question. honestly, i don’t know. there’s a lot of memorable things. i feel like it’s mainly just the lil things – moments that i look back on that don’t seem like much but are really warm and comforting to reminiscence about (sorry, this isn’t really an answer)

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

a more recent fav but i’ve been really interested in diphylleia grayi / skeleton flowers lately. part of me doesn’t even know if they’re like real, but i’ve written a lot about them lately (and ofc listened to the jonghyun song about it) so i’ve had a sort of attachment to them lately. aside from that, i don’t really have a favorite? i think they’re all pretty

💖- have you ever been in love?

a lot dkjfhkjff probably more of a crush / infatuation than anything else in actuality, i suppose, though. platonically in love, however? absolutely

🍰- strawberry or vanilla?

vanilla, hands down

🍯- describe your favorite smell

ironically, vanilla is a big favorite smell of mine. i think i have a pretty sensitive sense of smell so there’s a lot of different things. i also like tea / coffee smells? idk, just stuff like that. which is part of why i enjoy baking, i think

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

1) for more wishes … bc im a gremlin

beyond that, i never know what to say for these questions beyond things i obviously want like world peace, ending world hunger, etc etc. like for personal things maybe … like being happy with myself? bc i think my self-image issues hinder me a LOT.

🍪- cookie dough or cookies?

both!!!! i eat the left over cookie dough when i bake but the final product is always really good too. (cookies, if i had to pick one though)

☕- coffee or tea?

tea !!!! don’t really feel like the coffee type of person (aside from enjoying the smell of it)

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

a forest with fairies, that sounds absolutely lovely

🍂- what’s your middle name?

it’s my dad’s first name

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign?

gemini sun, pisces moon and leo rising

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

stay inside in bed with chai. basically just having a lazy day – reading, watching something, etc etc

🍭- how tall are you?

5′7″, though a part of me likes to hypothesize that if my posture wasn’t absolute SHIT my actual height would be 5′8″ (wishful thinking probably, but my posture is bad though)

💒- which show would you want to live in?

the good place was the first one to come to mind but idk about that … they go through a lot of shit and i for sure would just be in the bad place, without a chance of redemption. to appeal my Babey side ……… can i say winnie the pooh or smth (also, im just blanking out on any decent tv show where the universe isn’t one where i will probably instantly DIE in bc of how inept i am)

🎄- what is your favorite holiday?

i often say christmas for this one actually. not because we really celebrate it or anything, i just like the atmosphere around this time of year usually. mostly bc of childhood memories and how fun it was for me then

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite?

i don’t use any, but probably something vanilla-y so im sure there’s holiday candles that fit my taste

🎶- favorite song right now?

not necessarily a favorite (bc i have a LOT), but im listening to pirate king by ateez right now (thanks winnie)

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

idk !!!!!!! have a good/similar sense of humor to me, listen to what i have to say (and like ….. don’t make me feel like shit or annoying for bringing up my interests or showing you things i think you’ll like), and uhhhhhh maybe like do cute lil romantic things for me ??? im a sucker for that. esp when people remember lil details about me based off what i’ve just casually said, idk .. it’s bare minimum time i guess. i just can’t fathom anyone Wanting to win my heart in the first place so it’s really easy bc im touch and romance starved

🍩- current mood?

okay ? just kinda here – not really happy but not sad either. neutral. procrastinating

❄️- what is your favorite season?

spring because of my birthday and the weather is decent, i guess. though i’ll also nominate winter

💍- your current relationship status?

what you think? .. DJKHFKF SINGLE of course . when have i ever been anything else

📷- a photo of yourself

absolutely not. though i have posted some before (you can click my name in my description to see this ugly minion mug of mine)

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled?

it’s weird because as a concept, yes i absolutely do but in reality, i will feel guilty and bad if anyone spends money on me at all because i don’t think i’m worth that so in practice, i guess i have to abandon my sugar baby dreams

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

1) keysmashing ? dhfkjffjkf like it’s genuinely so instinctual to me that i have to stop and make myself stop before i type it to locals i know or in emails to my teachers. in a similar realm, is my lowercase aesthetic . if only i could type my essays like this

2) saying and typing ‘like’ a lot. i guess i really AM the valley girl that envi says i sound like ………. tis a sad day. i never really noticed how much i do it till i reread old messages

3) not sitting properly. at school i do it obviously, but at home i most often sit cross legged on chairs or with one leg up or something. gay culture, babey ! the amount of times i’ve been told off for sitting “improperly” or “like a man” .. amazing

and bonus 4) being a dumbass. i just felt the urge to say that. don’t expect me to think or say anything intelligent ever. especially if we’re talking irl because my brain will exit immediately and i won’t be able to put a single coherent sentence together. i sound better online than offline, trust me.

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

i don’t wanna turn this into oversharing emo o’clock but i’ll summarize it in one word … BAD. gremlin and scum are also fitting words. perhaps i have made points sometimes but that’s just after i go to rent-a-brain-cell ‘ r us . otherwise? complete fool . a clown, if you will . don’t get me started on my looks

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

this is what i REALLY want to know. i have an irrationally strong desire to just know what people think of me. it’s what gives me a self-identity and a better sense of who i am bc idk !!!!!! is my quietness making me look mean ??? who knows ! just how ugly am i actually ???? someone tell me

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

there’s a lot of things and i’m also feeling lazy to list things. but pretty smiles have always been a huge weakness of mine. and perhaps i have an arm kink ….. like not super muscley arms (i.e: body builder types) but kinda toned/defined ones? NUT . (not a necessity ofc, just a bonus)

🍓- one secret about yourself

well it’s not a secret online, but my sexuality i guess? offline, aside from kendra, no one else knows. beyond that, i wish i had something scandalous i could reveal but im genuinely a boring person

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?

inside im a mess. usually i just like looking at them and going into my Daydream World (patent pending) to fulfill my romantic desires there. outwardly, i don’t do like anything. idk how obvious i am honestly. i don’t interact with them at all, aside from sneaking glances, bc i am scum !!! and also i lack any confidence whatsoever

💔- the reason behind your last breakup?

never had one, so this is non-applicable :/

💬- what your last text message says?

to summarize, it was just me in the gc talking about a song i listened to a lot that i saw in my spotify top 100 list thing and about how i recently realized the singer/rapper was malaysian

🎥- what show are you currently binging on?

currently, im not really marathoning anything exactly ? i guess the closest would be blackish, but i haven’t watched that in a hot minute. i’m trying to catch up on it though.

⛅- what is your morning routine?

usually it’s just get up, brush teeth / wash face, and then change into my clothes for the day and then have breakfast

💗- who do you miss?

who i used to be ……. :( IM KIDDING . ummm idk, no one really? i guess i miss the people i don’t talk to as much anymore, though it’s really my own fault most of the time since im a horrible communicator

🥀- last time you cried?

oof i don’t really remember …… like i get emo a lot but i don’t exactly full on cry a lot? one semi-recent time i remember crying was when envi sent us this one song in the gc and it was just really pure and romantic and i got in my feelings about it. funny how my crying works ……. i don’t cry a lot but it can be brought on by the weirdest, most random things

🎁- when is your birthday?

may 29th !!!!!

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

not really either (since im not scared of ghosts, though i do kinda believe in them. like i don’t NOT believe in them, but im also not gonna fight someone who doesn’t, y’know?) but long story short – i got smacked in the back of the head (like it felt like a hard slap) once and no one was there/did it. must’ve been the ghost in our apartment. i joke a lot about there being one in our place but i wouldn’t be surprised if there was, with the random stuff that happens sometimes (mostly things just falling). again im no huge believer in ghosts, it’s just whatever to me but getting hit in the back of the head like that was definitely WEIRD. bc it honestly felt like how my little brother hits me but it wasn’t him so …….. hm.

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

same age or older (not by a lot), probably. being with someone younger makes me feel weird (weirdly, usually with men. like i’ll be more comfortable dating a girl a year younger than me than a guy for example.. for maturity reasons i GUESS). but it depends. if i like someone within a reasonable age range, then i like them.

🎀- any question you want

you didn’t ask one so n/a (and neither did i in the ask i sent you so rip)

#thank you again !!! :')#userkendra #answered #ask games #about me #long post //

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9/3/19 - Chat with Moonman and GHOSTBABEL

moonman31 11:58 AM: "what the fuck is going on”

Slinky stinks 11:58 AM: "moonman”

ARGdov 11:58 AM: "apparently someone accidentally played the elegy again because tenebris decided to fuck with song playing rules”

Slinky stinks 11:58 AM: "Can i ask you sum?”

moonman31 11:58 AM: "what's up”

Slinky stinks 11:58 AM: "okay”

Slinky stinks 11:58 AM: "remember you said you saw something”

moonman31 11:59 AM: "yeah”

Slinky stinks 11:59 AM: "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/611329478316130346/618208412290777098/06091401120312050118091407150620080516012008.gif”

Slinky stinks 11:59 AM: “it looked like this?”

moonman31 11:59 AM: "no”

Slinky stinks 11:59 AM: "hmmm”

moonman31 11:59 AM: "but i recognize that image”

Slinky stinks 11:59 AM: "do you have any clue of what this is?”

mfgreth 12:00 PM: "that's endymion

mfgreth 12:00 PM: "it's a painting”

Slinky stinks 12:00 PM: “i knew it was a fuvking painting”

ARGdov 12:00 PM: "endymion”

moonman31 12:00 PM: "wait”

moonman31 12:00 PM: "yeah i was gonna say that”

moonman31 12:00 PM: "what the fuck”

moonman31 12:00 PM: "ok well”

Slinky stinks 12:01 PM: "@Jos”

ARGdov 12:01 PM: ((The Diana and Endymion painting is posted))

moonman31 12:01 PM: "oh he's gone”

moonman31 12:01 PM: "ok”

Slinky stinks 12:01 PM: "it was a painting”

moonman31 12:01 PM: "weird”

ARGdov 12:01 PM: "fuck ok”

ARGdov 12:01 PM: "I gotta learn what the myth is”

ARGdov 12:01 PM: "its”

ARGdov 12:01 PM: "oh shit”

ARGdov 12:01 PM: "the name of the myth is "Diana and Endymion"”

Slinky stinks 12:01 PM: "moony do you know what does that myth rpresent?”

ARGdov 12:01 PM: "I think we need to figure it out for ourselves, dude”

Slinky stinks 12:01 PM: "ok..”

moonman31 12:01 PM: "epic”

Slinky stinks 12:02 PM: "if thats an arcangel…”

moonman31 12:02 PM: "ok well”

moonman31 12:02 PM: "i will try and help the best i can”

ARGdov 12:02 PM: "what the fuck is this myth”

ARGdov 12:02 PM: "its really fucked up”

Wolfcat 12:02 PM: "slinky what sound file did you post?”

Slinky stinks 12:02 PM: "explain”

ARGdov 12:03 PM: "so tl;dr this goddess named Selene really crushed on this guy named Endymion, and she ARGdov 12:03 PM: "really liked how he looked when he was sleeping”

ARGdov 12:03 PM: "so she was like”

ARGdov 12:03 PM: ""yo zeus, can I have this guy”"

ARGdov 12:03 PM: "and Zeus was like "lol sure"”

ARGdov 12:03 PM: "and put him into eternal sleep, so she could always go and look at him”

Slinky stinks 12:03 PM: "ummm”

ARGdov 12:03 PM: "she then proceeded to basically rape him while he was sleeping and sired a bunch of babies from him”

Slinky stinks 12:03 PM: "THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY”

Jos 12:04 PM: "@slinç”

Jos 12:04 PM: "slin ky what”

moonman31 12:04 PM: "sounds like some moon occultist shit 2 me”

ARGdov 12:04 PM: "but here's the thing”

Slinky stinks 12:04 PM: "it was a painting after all”

ARGdov 12:04 PM: "the original name of the goddess was Selene”

Jos 12:04 PM: "yes why wouldnt it be?”

Slinky stinks 12:04 PM: "hm”

Jos 12:04 PM: "it has painting shape”

ARGdov 12:04 PM: "guess what her name was when the renaissance painters learned about this myth”

Wolfcat 12:04 PM: "slinky, where did you get the elegy?”

ARGdov 12:04 PM: "they changed the name to "Diana"”

Slinky stinks 12:04 PM: "diana?”

Slinky stinks 12:04 PM: "wolf i'll pm you wait”

ARGdov 12:04 PM: "Diana was the name of Patrem (aka Hank's) wife”

Slinky stinks 12:05 PM: "oh fuck”

ARGdov 12:05 PM: "Patrem thought Luna was Diana”

Slinky stinks 12:05 PM: "and i think tyler is endymion maybe”

ARGdov 12:05 PM: "so, while it's a bit of a stretch- Diana in this myth is meant to represent Luna, probably”

Wolfcat 12:05 PM: "i just need to know where it originated”

Slinky stinks 12:05 PM: "eternal sleep”

ARGdov 12:05 PM: "if thats so thats fucked up lol”

Slinky stinks 12:05 PM: "okay ill pm you wolfo”

ARGdov 12:05 PM: "but yeah I do think Endymion would make sense as Tyler”

ARGdov 12:05 PM: "but then that raises a bunch of fucked up questions.”

ARGdov 12:05 PM: "Mainly how much does the myth actually apply to this situation”

Slinky stinks 12:06 PM: "guys i just noticed a thing”

Slinky stinks 12:06 PM: "the "elegy" i posted”

ARGdov 12:07 PM: "because I kind of assume that Luna doesnt want to bone Tyler to have his babies, and I doubt she's capable of even doing that”

Slinky stinks 12:07 PM: "has an artist attached to it”

Slinky stinks 12:07 PM: "wait”

ARGdov 12:07 PM: "wait does it?”

ARGdov 12:07 PM: "who's the artist?”

ARGdov 12:07 PM: "(also where did you find it anyways?)”

Slinky stinks 12:07 PM: ((A screenshot showing the file “NewPathsOpen.mp3” is shown depicting the artist of the file reading “Elegy of Emptiness Dubstep Glitch Remix - By Zaxiade (Majora's Mask 3DS N64)”))

Slinky stinks 12:07 PM: "lol”

ARGdov 12:08 PM: "oh ok thats the youtuber who made it”

Slinky stinks 12:08 PM: "its a error”

ARGdov 12:08 PM: "oh is it?”

ARGdov 12:08 PM: "my bad”

Slinky stinks 12:08 PM: "prolly greth did a mistake f”

Slinky stinks 12:08 PM: "lemme search form it anyways”

ARGdov 12:08 PM: "ok”

Slinky stinks 12:09 PM: "no silent comments”

Slinky stinks 12:09 PM: "its just a mistake”

Slinky stinks 12:09 PM: "okay so now we have a myth about falling asleep and rapists”

Slinky stinks 12:09 PM: "and a monster we still dont know what/where is it”

ARGdov 12:10 PM: "Im not sure if the raping/having his babies part is going to apply here

but at the very least the sleeping part”

Slinky stinks 12:10 PM: "or is it????”

Slinky stinks 12:10 PM: "7u7”

ARGdov 12:10 PM: "Im not sure”

ARGdov 12:10 PM: "I hope not”

Slinky stinks 12:10 PM: "got pmd”

ARGdov 12:10 PM: "and I kind of doubt it but I could be wron”

ARGdov 12:10 PM: "oh?”

Slinky stinks 12:11 PM: "sure you looked hard enough?”

Slinky stinks 12:11 PM: "only hint you'll ever get”

Slinky stinks 12:11 PM: "we need to go deeper”

ARGdov 12:11 PM: "....”

ARGdov 12:11 PM: "ok so there MIGHT be a comment on that youtube”

ARGdov 12:11 PM: "video”

Slinky stinks 12:11 PM: "GOT A PIC”

ARGdov 12:11 PM: "??”

Slinky stinks 12:11 PM: "there is a comment”

ARGdov 12:11 PM: "oh?!”

ARGdov 12:11 PM: "fuck”

Slinky stinks 12:12 PM: "its occult”

Slinky stinks 12:12 PM: "i dont see it but there is a comment”

ARGdov 12:12 PM: "Im confused”

ARGdov 12:12 PM: "can you send me the pic?”

Slinky stinks 12:12 PM: ((A screenshot of a comment made by Greth Vlogs containing a cipher is shown))

ARGdov 12:12 PM: "oh damn”

Slinky stinks 12:12 PM: "i dont see the comment on the video but h sent me these”

Slinky stinks 12:12 PM: "im gonna translate wait”

Slinky stinks 12:12 PM: "got it”

Slinky stinks 12:12 PM: "we are going much deeper even now”

ARGdov 12:15 PM: "Daaamn”

ARGdov 12:15 PM: "thats a lot of...something”

ARGdov 12:15 PM: "it doesnt mean a while lot right now”

ARGdov 12:15 PM: "what does that even mean”

Slinky stinks 12:16 PM: "idk”

Slinky stinks 12:16 PM: "i just know he left that on purpose”

ARGdov 12:16 PM: "well yeah of course”

Slinky stinks 12:16 PM: "so we should check the other audio files just in case”

ARGdov 12:16 PM: "and its a hint of...something I guess”

moonman31 12:16 PM: ((A similar screenshot is shown showing two more replies made by Greth Vlogs, both containing ciphers))

ARGdov 12:16 PM: ""we are going much deeper now"”

ARGdov 12:16 PM: "oh gosh”

moonman31 12:17 PM: "i can help now and then”

Slinky stinks 12:17 PM: "Where did you get those moony?”

moonman31 12:17 PM: "same video”

ARGdov 12:17 PM: "ok we probably need to actually find those comments because those are going to take forever to copy from an image”

Slinky stinks 12:17 PM: "why i dont see them”

Wolfcat 12:17 PM: "brainlet”

moonman31 12:17 PM: "ORUGKIDQN53WK4RAN5TCA4LVNFXHIZLTONSW4Y3FEB2GQ4TFMUQHAYLSORZSA33GEBQSA53IN5WGK===”

ARGdov 12:17 PM: "try refreshing?”

moonman31 12:17 PM: "O5UGC5BAO5UWY3BAPFXXKIDEN4QHO2DFNYQGK5TFOJ4XI2DJNZTSAZLOMRZT6IDXNFWGYIDZN52SAYLXMFUXIIDGN5ZCA2LUEB2G6IDUMFVWKIDZN52T6IDXNFWGYIDZN52SAZTJM5UHIPY=”

Slinky stinks 12:17 PM: "ty”

Slinky stinks 12:17 PM: "xen”

Slinky stinks 12:17 PM: "i think you wanna see this”

Slinky stinks 12:17 PM: "the power of quintessence three parts of a whole”

Slinky stinks 12:17 PM: "what will you do when everything ends? will you await for it to take you? will you fight?”

Slinky stinks 12:17 PM: "@Xenquility knows about this stuff”

Slinky stinks 12:17 PM: "he can help us”

ARGdov 12:18 PM: "quin·tes·sence /ˌkwinˈtesəns/ -the most perfect or typical example of a quality or class. -the aspect of something regarded as the intrinsic and central constituent of its character. -a refined essence or extract of a substance.”

Slinky stinks 12:19 PM: "yee”

ARGdov 12:19 PM: "I kind of figured thats what it meant since thats what quintessential means but I wanted to double check”

Slinky stinks 12:19 PM: "what will you do when everything ends? will you await for it to take you? will you fight?”

Slinky stinks 12:19 PM: "what the fuck does that mean”

ARGdov 12:19 PM: "presumably when the world ends”

Slinky stinks 12:20 PM: "11/11”

Slinky stinks 12:20 PM: "they are going 4 the giant awakening ritual”

ARGdov 12:20 PM: ""three parts of a whole"”

ARGdov 12:20 PM: "hmmm”

Slinky stinks 12:20 PM: "i mean”

ARGdov 12:21 PM: "ok, I get what that means, but I dont understand what its referring to”

Slinky stinks 12:21 PM: "we havent met the four IIII yet”

Slinky stinks 12:21 PM: "only three kinda”

moonman31 12:21 PM: "four giants, and 3”

ARGdov 12:21 PM: ""three parts of a whole", 3....somethings make up a larger whole”

moonman31 12:21 PM: "just missing a 2”

ARGdov 12:21 PM: "...damn yeah”

moonman31 12:21 PM: "just sayin”

Slinky stinks 12:21 PM: "wait what?”

Slinky stinks 12:21 PM: "i mean we havent met II yet”

Slinky stinks 12:21 PM: "the rest we know them”

moonman31 12:22 PM: "you are fresh slinky i like that”

Slinky stinks 12:22 PM: "ty :D”

moonman31 12:22 PM: "my boy DOV knew what was up though”

Slinky stinks 12:22 PM: "but yeah”

ARGdov 12:22 PM: "so here's what we do know”

ARGdov 12:22 PM: ""The ceremony seems to require the following individuals:”

ARGdov 12:22 PM: "The Four Giants”

ARGdov 12:22 PM: ""The Link" - Tyler””

ARGdov 12:22 PM: ""The Mask" - Tenebris"”

Slinky stinks 12:22 PM: "I is the "true patrem" as he said”

Slinky stinks 12:22 PM: "III is the one they hate, as seen is the comments of the videos”

ARGdov 12:23 PM: "assuming this is about the ritual, which Im not sure it is, Im still not sure what the three parts would mean”

Slinky stinks 12:23 PM: "and IIII is the one with the glad mans pic”

Slinky stinks 12:23 PM: "we still have II left”

ARGdov 12:23 PM: "didnt we already figure out one of them is Tenebris”

Slinky stinks 12:23 PM: "I is the true patrem”

ARGdov 12:23 PM: "that | is tenebris?”

ARGdov 12:23 PM: "shit wait not”

Slinky stinks 12:24 PM: "tho idk if he is tenebris”

ARGdov 12:24 PM: "that IIIII is tenebris””

Slinky stinks 12:24 PM: "it was I”

Slinky stinks 12:24 PM: "not IIII”

Slinky stinks 12:24 PM: "i think”

Slinky stinks 12:24 PM: "the majora pic is I”

Slinky stinks 12:24 PM: "and he was the Im glad you did that UwU”

ARGdov 12:25 PM: "right ok...huh”

ARGdov 12:25 PM: "dunno who IIIII is, maybe that's tyler then, who the fuck knows”

Slinky stinks 12:25 PM: "its confusing”

ARGdov 12:25 PM: "Ive got a feeling its not referring to that though”

Slinky stinks 12:25 PM: "IIII is the glad mans dud”

ARGdov 12:25 PM: "ah”

ARGdov 12:25 PM: "Im not sure what the three parts would be then”

ARGdov 12:25 PM: "I do have a thought though but it's probably wrong and wont really help us”

Slinky stinks 12:27 PM: "hm”

ARGdov 12:27 PM: "because when I think of "three parts of a whole" in the context of religion, I think of the holy trinity in christianity. “

ARGdov 12:27 PM: "But that's a stretch, and it doesnt really make anything clearer”

ARGdov 12:27 PM: "*in catholicism, specifically, I guess”

Slinky stinks 12:28 PM: "hmmmm”

ARGdov 12:28 PM: "I dont think that's right, to be clea”

ARGdov 12:28 PM: "maybe it is referring to the ritual”

Slinky stinks 12:28 PM: "the only thing we know is that they are gonna try something”

ARGdov 12:29 PM: "ok, so this is a bit of a stretch but”

ARGdov 12:29 PM: ""The ceremony seems to require the following individuals:”

ARGdov 12:29 PM: "The Four Giants”

ARGdov 12:29 PM: ""The Link" - Tyler”

ARGdov 12:29 PM: ""The Mask" - Tenebris"”

Slinky stinks 12:29 PM: "makes sense”

ARGdov 12:29 PM: ""the Four Giants", "The Link", and "The Mask"”

ARGdov 12:29 PM: "three parts”

ARGdov 12:29 PM: "of a whole”

ARGdov 12:29 PM: "of course one of those parts is four different people so im not sure if that works, but you need all three of those components to enact the ritual”

ARGdov 12:29 PM: "if it is referring to the ritual, it probably means that?”

Mr t series good 12:30 PM: "500 iq dov”

Jos 12:30 PM: "tldl my pms please im busy”

Mr t series good 12:30 PM: "yeah probably”

Mr t series good 12:30 PM: "what does tldl mean”

Slinky stinks 12:31 PM: "im pretty sure that "ceremony" is the Undecim nocte tyler was asissting”

ARGdov 12:31 PM: "although, Moonman did suggest that if there are "four giants", and "three....somethings", there's probably two of something else....which would suggest thats not right”

ARGdov 12:31 PM: "I dont think it was Undecim Nocte”

ARGdov 12:31 PM: "that ceremony Tyler went to, I mean”

ARGdov 12:31 PM: "the day was wrong”

Slinky stinks 12:31 PM: "we haven't technically met II and III”

Slinky stinks 12:31 PM: "they are two”

Slinky stinks 12:31 PM: "we know who one of them are but we haven't met them yet”

ARGdov 12:32 PM: "Im wondering if those images we got that night called "path" and "split" had something to do with it”

ARGdov 12:32 PM: "Im guessing that the ritual had more to do with more dimension shenanigins”

Slinky stinks 12:32 PM: "hmmmm”

Slinky stinks 12:32 PM: "this is really confusing”

ARGdov 12:32 PM: "because we first got those images the same night”

ARGdov 12:32 PM: "either way, somethings going deeper”

ARGdov 12:32 PM: "maybe that literally just means”

ARGdov 12:32 PM: ""we are getting closer to conducting the ritual"”

Slinky stinks 12:33 PM: "okay…”

ARGdov 12:34 PM: "but I am wondering if Moonman pointing out that there are "four giants" and "we just need to find two of something" means the three components thing isnt referring to the ritual”

ARGdov 12:34 PM: "Im not sure”

ARGdov 12:34 PM: "I guess we'll find out”

Slinky stinks 12:34 PM: "lets wait then”

ARGdov 12:34 PM: "I dont think there's much else we can do at the moment so....yeah”

Slinky stinks 12:35 PM: "also what the fuck with the "elegy dubstep glitch remix"”

ARGdov 12:35 PM: "we've got a few pieces of information but not much else to go by, just more clues to stack up on top of other shit”

Slinky stinks 12:35 PM: "dunno”

Slinky stinks 12:35 PM: "okay so lets wait and stand proud”

Slinky stinks 12:35 PM: "lol”

Mr t series good 12:37 PM: "is that a jojo reference”

ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ 12:38 PM: "sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀᴏ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜɴsᴛᴀʙʟᴇ. sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀs ɪᴛ, ɪɴ ʟɪᴇᴜ ᴏꜰ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇʀᴍs, 'ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ'. ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ sᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs.”

ARGdov 12:39 PM: "jesus fuck”

Mr t series good 12:39 PM: "babel as i like to say”

Mr t series good 12:39 PM: "it be like that”

ARGdov 12:39 PM: "maybe thats Tenebris' doing?”

Mr t series good 12:39 PM: "probably yeah”

ARGdov 12:39 PM: "seeing as we somehow accidentally played it twice through some nonsense”

ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ 12:39 PM: "sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʙʟᴜɴᴛʟʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴜɴsᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴏsᴛ-ᴇxᴄᴜʀsɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsᴄᴜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ…”

Slinky stinks 12:40 PM: "oh hello babel”

Wolfcat 12:40 PM: "I think I understand the Endymion symbolism now”

Slinky stinks 12:40 PM: "how”

Wolfcat 12:41 PM: "the IDs are repeatedly raping AO”

ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ 12:41 PM: "ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ sᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴄʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏsᴛ sᴘɪʀɪᴛs, ʏᴇs? ᴊᴏʜɴɪsᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏᴄᴛᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ sᴘɪʀɪᴛs ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ɪɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʜᴀᴠᴇ... ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ.”

ARGdov 12:42 PM: "I mena thats not surprising

Slinky stinks 12:42 PM: "when we will be able to enter the subspace?”

Slinky stinks 12:42 PM: “sorry for the question”

ARGdov 12:42 PM: "Johnisdead is a wonky, psyehcedlic hellscape maze of a website”

ARGdov 12:42 PM: "I never considered that was due to it hosting the spirits, but I guess it makes sense”

Slinky stinks 12:42 PM: "if they are heading to do their thing on 11/11 we dont have that much of a time”

ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ 12:43 PM: "ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ʙᴇsᴛ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀs ɪs ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʀʏ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ɪssᴜᴇ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ, ꜰʀᴀɴᴋʟʏ ᴘᴜᴛ.”

Slinky stinks 12:43 PM: "you know that migth be tenebris rigth?”

ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ 12:43 PM: "ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ sᴏ.”

Slinky stinks 12:44 PM: "moony saw a thing”

ARGdov 12:44 PM: "wait if its not tenebris who the fuck would it be”

Slinky stinks 12:44 PM: "prolly the spirit and or tenebris”

ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ 12:44 PM: "ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ ʙᴇɴ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏᴇs.”

Mr t series good 12:44 PM: "who else could it be?”

ARGdov 12:44 PM: "tenebris, actuallly. we dont know what happened to Ben”

Mr t series good 12:44 PM: ":thinking:”

ARGdov 12:44 PM: "so”

ARGdov 12:44 PM: "lets think”

ARGdov 12:44 PM: "Yuki's probably in there too, but shit didnt get super wonky until a long time after she got ascended”

ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ 12:45 PM: "ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜɪs sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴀʀᴍ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ɪᴛ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴛ.”

ARGdov 12:45 PM: "Moonman was trapped there for a time but he's out now”

Mr t series good 12:45 PM: "so maybe she is the one thats causing this”

ARGdov 12:45 PM: "I just said she was added a long time before shit went a little nuts”

ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ 12:45 PM: "ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ɪᴛ, ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴜᴜᴋɪ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs, ɪɴᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ.”

ARGdov 12:45 PM: "I think, at least”

ARGdov 12:45 PM: "oh”

ARGdov 12:45 PM: "well then”

Slinky stinks 12:46 PM: "thats why isaid it may be tenebris”

ARGdov 12:46 PM: "I have a big mouth”

Slinky stinks 12:46 PM: "bc when moon head was Inside with thm he saw himor at least that thing”

ARGdov 12:46 PM: "but hang on where can we let her escape too?”

ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ 12:46 PM: "ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴀʟʏᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs.”

ARGdov 12:47 PM: "the only other website we know of that can properly host spirits that's still around is johnisdead”

ARGdov 12:47 PM: "and thats literally a digital purgatory”

Slinky stinks 12:47 PM: "sorry im playing gta while typing”

ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ 12:48 PM: "sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ sᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ ɪs ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ. ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇs, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ɢᴏᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴄᴜʟᴛ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇs ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴜᴜᴋɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ.”

Slinky stinks 12:48 PM: "hm”

ARGdov 12:49 PM: "true”

ARGdov 12:49 PM: "I just wish there was a better way than trapping her in Johnisdead”

Slinky stinks 12:50 PM: "if we trapped her we could talk to er thru [email protected] maybe”

ARGdov 12:51 PM: “actually are any souls still in there? Im assuming so.”

Slinky stinks 12:51 PM: "i htink so but they dont talk anymore for some reason”

ARGdov 12:51 PM: "well they rarely do unless we send an email”

otherLiam 12:52 PM: "She’s already trapped in AO. Trading one purgatory for another really isn’t that bad.”

ARGdov 12:52 PM: "I guess so”

ARGdov 12:52 PM: "but how do we do it? and can we tell her we're doing it?”

Slinky stinks 12:52 PM: "and how are we going to do that”

Slinky stinks 12:52 PM: "yee”

otherLiam 12:52 PM: "At least on JID she’ll have company.”

Slinky stinks 12:52 PM: "i mean she still can post”

Slinky stinks 12:52 PM: "She has company”

ARGdov 12:53 PM: "ok Im going to redownload the discord app so I can hkeep up with things today on my phone”

ARGdov 12:53 PM: "Ok downloaded”

ARGdov 12:53 PM: "I need to get gas and go to work”

otherLiam 12:54 PM: "There are some items/songs that could work, but I’d be worried about Tenebris misinterpreting them.”

ARGdov 12:54 PM: "I think there may be other options”

Slinky stinks 12:54 PM: "tenbris is gonna yoink those items and we all know that”

otherLiam 12:54 PM: "...this is a stupid idea but what if we PM: " her account with a link to johnisdead?”

ARGdov 12:54 PM: "@ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ do you have any way of moving her to JiD on your end?”

Slinky stinks 12:54 PM: "could be”

Slinky stinks 12:54 PM: "the liam's idea could work pretty nice”

otherLiam 12:56 PM: "The issue is, johnisdead is still locked.”

Slinky stinks 12:56 PM: "ah fuck thats rigth”

Slinky stinks 12:56 PM: "hmm”

Slinky stinks 12:56 PM: "this is so confusing”

ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ 1:00 PM: "sᴏʀʀʏ, ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋᴇʏʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ.”

Slinky stinks 1:01 PM: "damn you like pizza”

Slinky stinks 1:01 PM: "okay so thats weird”

Slinky stinks 1:01 PM: "the pass is still a secret”

ɢʜᴏsᴛʙᴀʙᴇʟ 1:04 PM: "ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs.”

Slinky stinks 1:04 PM: "ok”

Slinky stinks 1:04 PM: "goodbye gb”

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