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knockyasocksoff2022 · 4 months

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My Dear Ranpo

(A/N: HEYYY! I'M BACK!!! You know how much I love Relationship Reveals, so I decided to branch out, at least in terms of ships. This is my first time writing Ranpo so sorry if it's bad. Also I do feel kinda bad cuz I got a soukoku request, and I am working on that but I haven't had much writng inspiration for a week or two now so when I go the idea for thids I had to write it. No beta we die like Tachihara's brother.)

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Kunikida’s Perspective

As soon as Ranpo walked in we knew something was wrong. He was missing his glasses.

Now twenty minutes later, he sits at his desk staring off into the distance, snacks untouched.

“Hey, Ranpo-san, you look ill, want some tea? It’s a special herbal blend from my village. It’s what my mother always gave me and my siblings when we were ill, cured us right up.” Kenji smiles brightly, offering a mug to Ranpo.

“No. I’m not ill at all, the greatest detective in the world does not fall ill! I’m simply bored from being around so many regular people.”

Kenji smiles, knowing not to be offended.

This goes on a few more times as Yosano and I try to convince the clearly ailing detective to return home. I even offered to drive him, though now that I think about it I have no idea where he lives. (I know he used to live with the president but surely he doesn’t anymore.)

Each time the detective gives no more hint of giving in than before, if anything he becomes more adamant about staying.

Just as Atsushi steps up to try his hand at shaking the detective’s resolve there’s a faint knock on the door. Who could it be now? This is early for Dazai to come in and he never knocks. Is it perhaps a raid, the old man in the Black Lizard attack squad has been known to knock before raids, to give the appearance of a normal customer.

Cautiously I head over to the door, and peer through the door viewer. To my relife it isn’t Dazai or the Black Lizard. But I do feel bad for the man on the other side of the door. This particular Guild member has been a common sight this past year, but Ranpo is extra stubborn today, so I’m sure he won’t feel up to reading any of the books he brings. I should at least warn the novelist.

I open the door.

The Guild novelist bows and gives a polite greeting “Ohayōgozaimasu, Kunikida-san” then walks right past me, before I can warn him. He shows no trace of his trademark shyness.

(A/N: thinking of that episode where someone, either Kunikida or Dazai enters the agency office and is like “OHAYŌ!” and it’s the loudest thing ever)

He strides right up to Ranpo’s desk, placing a hand immediately on the man’s forehead. Ranpo looks up, leaning into the novelist’s touch. The novelist huffs and pulls his hand back, only to start stroking Ranpo’s hair.

“Take me home Edgar.” Ranpo demands, it sounds more like a sigh. What!? Now all of the sudden? What changed?

“Of course, I am dreadfully sorry the meeting with my publisher took so long. You’re ready to go home my dear?”

Ranpo nods, already standing, no trace of stubbornness visible in his expression, he looks calm, if somewhat dismayed at his illness, as he leans against the taller man’s shoulder. Ranpo’s eyes are closed. He shovers and the racoon that always accompanies the Guild member crawls onto his shoulders, settling down like a fur collar.

Is the novelist going to drive him home? I suppose that it isn’t too suprining that he knows where Ranpo lives since they’re friends. They are standing rather close to be just friends though, but Ranpo is strai– . . . (Truthfully, at least that I’ve noticed, he’s never shown interest in anyone in the entire time I’ve known him.)

“You can hold Karl in the car if you’re cold, with that fever of yours you must be,” the Guild member tuts, “I must tell you that it was entirely unnecessary of you to come into the office today, surely your CEO wouldn’t have minded. I would have much preferred you stayed home, I was quite startled when I found these.” He places the glasses on Ranpo and places a sticky note to his forehead, pressing it onto the detective's skin with a kiss.

I struggle to read the note as the two men walk towards the door, shoulder to shoulder. It reads “Come get me, I’m bored.” in English.

What is the meaning of this? I knew people were more tactile in American culture, but this? This is a bit much no . . . unless . . .?

Ranpo only “hmmm”s quietly, leaning closer to the novelist.

“Do promise me, dear, that next time you’re unwell or think you may be coming down with something, let me know. I’m happy to have my personal physician check on you.”

Ranpo coughs and it sounds suspiciously like “Rich people!” Then he does speak, “You worry too much Edgar. I may be your dear, but I’m not that breakable.”

Or at least I’m pretty sure that’s what he says, my English isn’t as perfect as it could be.

All at once things click into place. They’re dating. I know that professionally, I should be at least a little annoyed but I’m not Ranpo’s superior, that role was given to the president and the president only. I can’t blame Ranpo for wanting to keep his personal life out of work, and the Guild hasn’t given us trouble in some time now, besides they look so sweet together.

I don’t try to stop them as they leave, instead looking around at the expressions of my colleagues. Whether shocked or endeared I know we all have some questions, but those can wait until Ranpo is feeling well again.

(A/N: This turned out much softer than I intended but I actually like it. I hope you do as well even though The relationship reveal isn’t as intense. It was kind of refreshing for me to write Kunikida as accepting of a relationship as opposed to other reveals I’ve written (mainly soukoku so it’s understandable). I do plan to make a part two of them questioning Ranpo when he gets back (affectionately of course) and that will definitely include more shocked pen-breaking Kunikida. lol)

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missbunnybunny · 11 months

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-If you were the moon and I was the tide, no matter the distance, the tide always follows the moon. For the moon was the tides one true love.-

141 + könig x reader. CWs: none, just Widow. Fluff, and hopefully, everyone likes this!

I'll be posting every 1 to 2 weeks. Mostly 2 weeks. I hope that's okay with everyone.

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When talking about a person, they could say something along the lines of: ' Oh! they're kind.' 'They're sweet and funny.' ' friendly and an absolute sweethearts'.

But when asked to describe a certain Widow, they would say: 'menace.' 'Crackhead.' 'hyperactive.' ' crazy.' ‘She might bite your ankles if you don’t watch out type of person.’ And most of all ' unpredictable.' Is what they would say about her But they would also say that's what they loved about her. (Not the ankle biting part)

When tasked to work in such high and dangerous jobs, such as the military having some laughs to ease the tension can help a lot. And that was what Widow and Soap were, mostly Widow. She constantly made everyone smile, that or worry about her unhinged behavior.

So when she was smiling and jumping off the walls like a kid given candy on Christmas morning and was told santa left her some good present. No one bated an eye, except for 2 people. König, who obviously knew what was happening and price, who noticed that she was hyper than usual. Like he thought she was foaming at the mouth. ( might get her checked for Rabies.)

The rest of 141 started to take notice that Widow smiled up at the air, lost in thought, laughing a little more than usual. Making her look like a maniac, slightly talking nonsense to herself, still smiling. The normal, questionable but normal.

Soap notched ghost with his shoulder, making the taller male look at him, and lower his head to listen. Still keeping his eyes on the spaced out Widow, ' ya, think she finally lost it?' Soap asked. Ghost shook his head and spoke,' na', she lost it a while ago. Can't be it.'

As they still kept an eye on Widow, as a tall giant walked up to the short woman. They could see him waving his hand in front of the woman, but she was still lost in her own world. He visibly deflated, seeing that his attempt to wake her from her dream world failed. He gave her a tap on her shoulder.

The woman snapped out of her dase, jumping a little while letting out a yelp. Quickly blinking and looking up at the person in front of her. When she registered who it was, her face irupted into a red mess.

Widow quickly aderted her face from könig. Feeling her face was about to explode, like a granade. König worried, looked over Widow and asked if she was alright. She quickly responded with an ' am fine.'

Ghost and soap stared wide-eyed at the interaction unfolding in front of them. They watched as both Widow and König walked off to the cafetería. Soap stared, his mouth still open. He pointed at the now empty space and said,' Did she just...' he looked up at ghost, who gave him a nod.

Ghost and soap couldn't believe that they had just witnessed. Widow's face was red, and she could hardly look könig in the eyes. What shocked them the most was that she looked almost shy and embarrassed to see könig in front of her.

Yeah, that sealed the deal for them. Widow was indeed broken. There was no way in hell that Widow would act such a way. Widow knew little to no shame! This woman nonchalantly walked into ghost's room and took all his shirts and pants. Just cuz she felt like messing with ghost after a prank soap pulled on him.

The reason why was cuz, soap had a month before taken all of ghost's shirts, pants and black boxers. Only to leave him pink short with the words 'love mom' in the back.

But Widow had some mercy she left him a pair of pink shorts with red hearts and a sleeve-less tank top. To say ghost was confused was an understatement. Who the bloody hell rods a man of his clothes to only leave him, pink shorts and a tank-top!

Widow walked up to ghost and, with a smile, handed him a basket of his folded clothes, her excuse, 'It was my turn to laundry, hope you didn't mind.' Ghost annoyed, took his clothes back, and changed.

To say that everyone was amusement at what they saw was true, they where also so fucking confused. What the fuck is going on! Soap took as many pictures as he could of the funny sight, before ghost could beat the hell out of him.

'Not a word. Ya hear.' Ghost warned. They all nodded nervously. Widow nodded with a smile. Yeah, she was evil. After that, accurance it solified even more the fact that what they saw was the equivalent of seeing a pig fly.

Gaz knew something was up when Widow was jumping up and down, normal right. Yeah, but every time she jumped around, a small noise could be heard. It could have been her dog tags, sure , but it sounded like multiple ones, and it wasn't the normal sound of dog tags clicking together. Widow didn't usually wear jewelry, like necklaces or rings, since she was forgetful and might lose them, and the fact that she was very clumsy.

Finally, after a week 141, had a meeting regarding a mission they were to be given. After the meeting ended, Price asked what made widow Crazier that usual. He had to know and so did the rest of the task force, where also wondering the cause.

After hearing those words. She froze, completely forgetting the conversation she was having with König. ' Was it that obvious?' She asked wide-eyed.

Price let out a loud belly laugh and said,' You're not the best at hiding it.' Widow looked around to the rest of her team and saw them all nod. Her face grew red, and she hid her face with her hands, lining to hide onto königs chest. ' Why... this is so embarrassing'. She muttered out loud.

König patted her in the back, telling her that it would be fine to tell them. She looked up at him and asked shyly in a low voice,'You sure?'. König nodded.

Now everyone was confused. The hell was going on. Widow took a deep breath and took königs hand in hers and shy showed it to everyone, red faced she said 'me and könig are dating. I really like him'. Now it was königs turn to shyly look away from everyone. Widow slowly pulled up a silver chain from under her shirt.

Everyone looked at the chain to see a diamond ring. Everyone's jaw hit the floor, price choked on his cigar, gaz chocked on his soda. Ghost was left to stunned to speak, soap almost passed out. As for laswell, all her paperwork was on the floor, gone like the wind.

The thought on each and every single one of their minds was <when did this happen!?!> Soap was the first to break the ice and said,' sense when?'. Widow answered with a smile ' a few weeks ago. I was gonna tell ya, but I couldn't find the right time. You were all busy.' Her face was less red, and she wasn't hiding anymore as she spoke.

Ghost looked at könig expectantly, könig took notice and decided to speak.' I proposed.. and asked her to be my girlfriend.' Many emotions were running high, happiness, surprised, and so much more. But they were happy for them.

Everyone in the room congratulated the couple. Widow thought now was the time to tell her brothers the good news. Yeahhh, she didn't tell the either... this would be fun.

- a few hours later: Germany -

A young man was sitting on the floor, wiping his sweaty face with a towel while holding a battle of water in his other hand.

He was tired, very tired, military training was going to be the end of him, he thought. But he was glad that he was done and sense it was still early in the morning. He was planning to eat and get some rest before his duties started. He looked at his watch and read 6:00 am.

He closed his eyes and wished that at least today would be a good day. He opened his eyes to see one of his colleagues walking up to him. They told him that someone from England was calling.

He thanked his friend and went to the waiting call. ' Hello, this is lutenent Michael. Who may i be speaking to?' He asked. From the other line, he heard someone yawning ' tu hermana, i got some good news.' The woman told him.

'I know you're my sister after hearing your ugly voice so early in the morning, y cuel es la noticia? What is the news?' He laughed, hearing his sister dramatically gasp, calling a rude asshole.

' Well... I got proposed and asked to be someone's girlfriend. Como te queda el ojo - what do u think-' she heard nothing nothing but silence from the other end of the line. She checked that it didn't disconnect. Nope, it was still very much connected.

' estás bien? - you good-' she asked. He quickly snaped out of it and asked,' Are you serious? No, me jales la pierna.-dont pull my leg-. Who was it?' He asked, shocked. He was too young and too early for a heart attack.

'It was könig, listen i really like him, his kind and treats me well. Yo me mataría por el y el por mí- i would die for him, and he would for me-.'

'Ay que bueno - Ah, that's good - i didn't give him my blessing for nothing.' Michael sighed in relive, he liked könig and if his sister was happy, then so was he. Besides, maybe family diners won't leave him bed ridden from food poisoning.

'Tú que??-you what- you knew he was gonna ask me?' She asked, shocked and confused. ' he asked me and Alex for your hand'. Michael shrugged.

'No lo puedo creer- i can't believe this-'. She laughs, and she beads her brother. Goodbye. It was time to call her younger brother and tell him the news....

- Korea 10:30-

We all know that anyone in the military values sleep. They love sleep. If you would ask any military personnel what they like the most, they would say SLEEP!. Yes, they love their families and friends, and yes, have a love and hate relationship with life. But sleep.

So why in gods fucking green earth is his sleep being cut short and on his day off, oh hell no. Someone best be dying (hopefully not), his sister getting married or the world is ending. Even if the world was ending he still would rather choose sleep.

The ringing of his phone was becoming so ungodly loud. If there was any God out there, help this man get some sleep! Alex begrudgingly looked at his phone.

Unknown number read the screen, since it looked like it was no one important. He answered, the Alex way. ' 911, what is your emergency? You best be dying, eres el Cuco-your the boogeyman - or your getting jumped, which is it. May I know your emergency?'

The person on the other side of the line was silent before responding,' Ah, yes. Your sister has gotten proposed to and asked to be a girlfriend. She gladly accepted. Does that count as an emergency.' The older woman smiled and laughed at the other end.

Now it Alex's turn to be rendered speechless. After a few seconds, he answered,' Ah, am sorry ma'ma. But it seems to be that I was the one that got jumped. My apologies, maldita loca habladora.-fucking crazy, Liar.'

'Am not lying, and from a scale of 1 to 10, how jumped do you feel?' She asked, laughing. She really missed the way Alex answered his phone, when he was annoyed/unknown number or it he knew it was her or Michael.

' ummm, let me see. I feel as sleep deprived as any man in the army, but to answer. I got hit in the gut, smacked, bamboozled, and I think, Staded in the heart, might have been hit by a car along the way. My answer is 10 out of 10 hit by a HUMVEE. Does that answer your question ma'ma.'

' ah, no pues estás muerto mi hijo.-ah, than your dead, my son.' She laughed even more loudly. ' But all jokes aside, how do you feel? About the news, I mean.'

' Who was it? Oh, please tell me it was that big guy! I quite like him. If it's anyone else am pulling my gun. Am not afraid of jail or prison.' He said blankly.

'Yes to big guy no to prison or jail. You're too cute for that. Remind my dear sir, was this a worthy 911 call.' Smiled nostalgicaly. She found it funny that Alex still used her 911 joke. Although if it was anyone else, this joke would be met with confusion.

Alex responds 'very much. Next one, you better be getting married. Now, it's almost 11, and a man needs some sleep. I love you, but fuck off and let me peacefully die'. He exclaimed while throwing his face into the pillow.

'Love you too, you and me both. I need some sleep, see you on the other side.' She laughs, receiving a laugh from the other line before hanging up.

But oh well, you learn a few things from your family, especially your older siblings. Although learning a few things from Widow might not be good. But at lass that family for you.

After her talk with her siblings, she could feel a weight being lifted off her chest. She hates lying to her family when it comes to such great news. Learning to tell people what is on your mind can be hard, but widow understands that there are people who will listen and help.

Widow is the happiest she could ever be she has someone who truly loves her, a loving family, and her crazy siblings. What else could a girl ask for.

Now, it was mission time. So, no funny business. Widow, it's not mission impossible, and you're not James bond. She told herself, while humming the theme of mission impossible.

Hopefully, she can have some peaceful sleep tonight. Tomorrow is a new day and a new challenge.

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Hope you liked this chapter! Also, should I write about anything else? I am open to the count. Uuu, should I make some original characters and their own stories? Would that be alright with everyone. Please let me know in the comments.

I'll start writing about the other Fandoms I read. Am just gonna have fun.

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Have a good day, yall 🙋🏽‍♀️. - Author-san out.

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erisunoaakaibu · 18 days

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Spiraltown - Chapter 2: The robot

Ren gently traced her finger around the rim of the teacup, feeling the energy from the tea leaves inside, letting the images form in her mind.

This has always been how she was able to perceive the world. Despite being physically blind, Ren has the ability to “see” with her third eye. The third eye allows her to see things beyond human vision, such as energy, auras, spirits, etc. You see, everything produces some kind of vibration that’s distinctive from each other. Here I’ll put some simple illustrations to show what Ren’s “vision” might look like.

On the left is how other people see Igor, and on the right is how Ren “sees” him. It is a combination of Igor’s soul, aura and emitted energy. Note that Ren doesn’t see the background in black, it’s just how I draw so that the image can be more visible.

The same logic can be used towards living beings and inanimate objects. The stronger the aura/energy, the clearer and brighter/darker the images will be.

That’s enough lore explanation for now. I don’t want to stray far from the story. Now, let’s get back to where we were.

Upon seeing the divination result, the tall lady’s blank expression changed slightly, for the worse. Something was coming, and it seemed to be unfavorable for the blind diviner.

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And then, that fateful day finally came. Nah, just saying that for extra fancy, it’s actually the following day.

It’s a rather average Saturday. Igor was chilling on his couch, playing video games with headphones covering his ears. On the table was a Donu(t) in a paper box and a cup of Deca(f) coffee, the most favored food and drink combo in town, and also Igor’s favorite thing to buy. And of course, our angry guy was so focused on his games, that he couldn’t see what was going on. Not even when his neighbor, Solanine, came over.

Solanine stood behind Igor, watching him play video games. Clearly he didn’t know that she was behind him. Well, how about a little jumpscare? Just as that thought crossed her mind, she took out a shiv in her pocket, and pressed it against the guy’s neck. “AAAAARGH!!!” Igor screamed and took off his headphones immediately, just as expected. “I knew this was the only way to make you stop.” Solanine put the shiv away. “Damn it, why are you always pulling those f*cking pranks!?! You’re going to give me a f*cking heart attack!!!” “Cuz you were too focused on the game. Anyway, I got you something, take a look.”

Behind Solanine was a huge carton box. Apparently it’s a housekeeping robot of the Roomba brand. “No way, a limited-edition Roomba? Has a built-in AI model? Can recharge itself? This is awesome! Damn, how did you get it?” “I asked an acquaintance. You always make a mess out of everything when you’re mad so I think you need an assistant. Don’t worry about the price, you know I am paid well. But still, it’s cheaper than I thought, and I’m not sure why…”

So both of them opened the carton box and started assembling the robot just as the instruction said. And then they turned it on. “Hello.” The robot spoke. It looked around, and stopped at the Donu on the table.

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On the other hand, Ren was scrolling down the street. The street was surprisingly empty, without anyone around for some reason. But then, an angry scream was heard from across the street. The blind lady’s sharp ears recognized Igor’s voice immediately. Sparks of red appeared in Ren’s aura, as she darted towards Igor’s house with an astounding speed, paying no attention to the surroundings. And just as she arrived and the red in her aura died out, she noticed that the gates were open. Igor was still screaming. The blind lady slowly approached the door and gave it a few knocks. And of course, the one answering was Solanine, who was holding her phone.

“Thank goodness Ren, you’re here! Come in, you’ll understand what is going on.” Solanine tried to contact someone, but to no avail. Ren turned towards Igor, and he was yelling… a robot?

“I said: Give me back my Donu! And go clean the house!!!” “No. By the way, the Donu is delicious.” The robot replied, then consumed the rest of the Donu. Wait, it didn’t have a mouth, how did it…?

Solanine turned to the robot, and looked at her phone again, while letting out a sigh. “I knew it, I’ve been scammed. They don’t answer my calls.” Igor was furious. He started mumbling. “Damn it… this stupid robot, it’s broken! This Roomba robot… no, Roomba your *ss, it’s supposed to be a Doomba! Yes, your name is Doomba!! You stupid Doomba!!!” “Good name. I like it.” The robot replied, much to the guy’s anger. Then it turned towards Ren, waving its arm. “Hello! I am Doomba.”

Solanine started explaining. Basically she bought this housekeeping robot for Igor, but the robot seemed to suffer from some hardware damage. They thought it was just some minor damage and there would be no big deal, until they realized that the robot had become sentient, with its own emotions and thoughts. And it refused to do the housework, which it was supposed to do.

Ren observed the robot for a while. “I believe I have foreseen this in our tea leaf readings.” Her voice remained calm and even. “The huge and chaotic change in our lives.”

Well, things are becoming more and more interesting…

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Author’s notes:

So I actually used a bit of Fraymakers reference here. In the scene where Ren’s aura sparked some red, it is equivalent to the Watcher using her Wrath stance. In Fraymakers, the Watcher’s Wrath stance increases her movement speed and damage output, as well as the damage she takes. So I decided to incorporate that into this chapter. There were no enemies, so the movement speed increase was the only thing taking effect here.

Also I’d like to imagine that Ren’s “vision” becomes blurry in this Wrath stance-equivalent state, only her target remains clear.

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comerosas · 2 months

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Sorry if this is outta nowhere, but in a desperate attempt to find people on here to relate to, I found a post of yours on an old, I assume abandoned, blog, about being a mexican trans guy/transmasc, and man. I felt that deeply. I'm also a mexican trans guy :) and I've been dying to find other mexican trans guys to like share these feelings like how you were talking in that post: losing your very large family bc you're trans, fearing they'd be straight up transphobic or just weird. I'm also not close with my extended family, and seldom visit mexico, but it's still a fear of mine, yknow? Being cut off because I wanna just be me. I'm not out yet to anyone, but these are the thoughts I have as part of why I'm so hesitant to transition and tell my family. But anyways yeah, I'm glad I found your post. I feel better knowing I'm not alone in those feelings. I wish you well, buddy :)

hey this ask was to be honest kind of weird to get (not in a bad way at all) because im not very active on tumblr and i purposefully avoid bringing attention to myself... but this ask also kind of means a lot to me.

i'd have to go back and find the post youre referencing cuz i dont remember how long ago i made it (was it on an older blog that links to this newer one?) but i completely understand (and have gone through) your desperation to find people like you. forgive me if this gets too rambley. i have a lot of thoughts on this.

even though trans people are everywhere online bc of the safety of being open online, it still feels extremely hard to find anything about a specific culture or not about white trans people. i kind of went crazy over it earlier in my transition. there is no advice or specific writings about how to come out to specifically latin american (MORE specifically mexican catholic) families and get them to understand you.

what happened to me was really weird and i'm not sure how common it is... i came out to my mom who is tolerant but early on said she doesnt approve. she said she would talk to my dad about it but he has never talked to me about being trans, and my parents never bring it up ever. its like a huge elephant in the room. it makes my plans of getting top surgery asap quite complicated (i came out at 23 yrs old and my mom said im too young for surgery)

online stuff related to nonwhite ftms is already quite rare, and even moreso when you look up stuff for specific groups like black, latine, asian, etc trans guys. theres a subreddit for trans men of color that i always forget the exact name of (its r/tmpoc had to look it up lol) and it is a nice read but its not as active as i wish. these frustrations of mine are compounded by the fact that although i am fluent in spanish, i'm much slower at reading it than with english so i have no ties to any online spanish speaking communities, nor do i know how to seek those communities out.

theres so much more i wish i had transition-related advice for, even for sillier smaller worries that I have. i think this is a weird time to be trans, theres a lot more visibility than people like us had in decades past, but theres still a lot of unknown territory and a lot of fear nowadays. because its hard to find stuff for your particular experience, sometimes you feel you could/should take up some kind of mantle as a spokesperson to help others like you... theres a lot of misinfo ive seen online about transition but i'm way too reclusive and private to put myself out there.

idk if youll end up reading this anon (does tumblr even notify you of anon asks being answered lol?) but either way i hope you end up finding more people like you, and i hope you can find even a little bit of community. and of course thank you for the kind words :)

#if i was on desktop i probably couldve drafted something better and more cohesive but eh #txt #asks #anonymous

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sumcringeboi · 10 months

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I thought I’d start posting some short story’s cuz this seems to be my art dump place and I wanted to try writing more stuff at some point, so here’s this, I used a random word generator as inspiration, the 3 words it spat out were:

Decay, smile, grey.

My eyes peel open, once again, as they had countless times before, I awake from awful, disjointed dreams, the feeling of the mind consuming itself, a part of me is glad to put an end to it, another knows that sleep would be preferable.

The morning commute is as it always is, peering through car windows at the faces of others, stuck in gridlock, everyone rushing to be other places, just go back again, like they always do, like i always do. I struggle to see them as people in a sense, I know that they are, a primordial part of me knows that, on the other hand, I perhaps have a habit of taking my work home with me, a very nasty habit. I see them as objects, I suppose I have to in order to keep my sanity.

I arrive, just in time to swallow the delusions of people being unimportant and internalise it, the cold steel doors shriek to the side to let me pass, I walk the unlit corridor, as I had countless times before, as I will countless times again, the light from the crack of the door fades as I continue the trek through the dingy, unwashed corridor, daunting enough to scare off most curious onlookers, those who push on through the rusted steel however would be met with a fingerprint locked elevator, how I wish I was so lucky to be afforded the luxury of turning back, but no, the door opens, my weight shifts upward as I descend, down,

And down,

And down.

When I reach the bottom i am forced to strap on my work face, to force a neutral appearance past the dishevelled depression. The repugnant clack of my docket as I clock in, all too familiar, I check my assignments;

“Task #1: visual inspection of subject 1284”

1284- I breath a sigh… “1284”

Subject 1284, Caucasian male, 36, brown hair, green eyes, no friends, no remaining family, name: unimportant…

Subject 1284 is an unwilling participant of live genetic modification. Modifying a human embryo is a fairly straightforward affair, relatively speaking- that is, encode a strand of DNA or RNA into a CRISPR protein that need to be added or subtracted, introduce the protein to the embryo and wait a couple of hours, couldn’t be simpler. Live modifications however are a different beast entirely, I won’t mortify you with the whole process, mostly for my own sake, my mind is a labyrinth of doors to thoughts and memory’s that must me opened and closed to fit my situation, some doors I prefer to open only if I truely must, this metaphor also describes the door to subject 1284s containment chamber, only opened for scheduled feeding or stimuli testing and only when it is safe.

I thank my lucky stars that I don’t need to go anywhere near that dreaded door, all I need to do is a visual check through a reinforced acrylic bulkhead. Tenuously I make my way to the chamber and gaze through the window. I see a white steel cell caked in smears of thick black, and at the opposite end of the cell, with its back towards the window is a gaunt, humanoid creature, is skin is a faded grey with what I can only assume are shreds of remaining bone visible through the rice paper skin that lays tight around its haunting form. I made no noise and yet, it knew I was there, with shaking legs it rose from its hunched crouch, with that same black viscous fluid stringing from it like honey. The steel echos a piercing slam, within the blink of an eye the creature has bounded towards me faster than human eyes can register and slammed itself against the glass, I stare, unblinking into the piercing eyes of a living monster, perhaps the only part of its skin that is not pulled tight against its anatomy is its face, it’s jaw hangs open nearly to its pectorals, it’s eyes like deflated, melting rubber that gently wobble within loose sockets, though they point on random directions I somehow know it sees me, like it’s staring at me.

The creatures distended maw pulls up to allow the cheeks to widen, I get a clear shot of the back of its throat, all of its insides are different shades of black, no teeth, I see the muscles through the skin on its bloated stomach heave as a strange puckered fleshy shape climbs from its throat like a pelican yawning, after a few strong dry reaches it vomits a splatter of that same black fluid to completely cover the window, it’s shacking hand wipes vertical streak down the centre of the glass revealing that it’s once bloated stomach now sags down, a hollow and empty bag of skin. I watch as it’s sickening face coils into a vile facsimile of a smile as I watch the life drain from its eyes, as if dying was the first positive feeling its had in a long time, perhaps ever. It stumbles and falls backwards, vital signs of the rooms interior registers no ongoing cellular processes.

“Bio experiment 1284: failure”

“Task #2: feeding of subject 1285”

-so yea a little generic and scp inspired but it was my first time opening ia writer in a good while so hopefully with the practice, the idea I got brewing comes out good :3

#sumcringeart #creative writing #writing #lit #short story #stories on tumblr

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kissofcashmere · 2 years

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My Elite Little Club - It’s Invite Only

Ended up rhyming like Eminem

The world has now turned into a dystopian nightmare, everyone’s insensitive, we have all become so shallow and unapologetically lusty that we are constantly objectifying and commoditising each other, morphing ourselves in order to fit a particular image which is not only “desirable” but also respected more than a well dressed girl, we now have several people who look & behave the same inside out thanks to numerous surgeries and scathing skin procedures, we bother more about being “politically correct” than right, we are constantly emphasising on superficial attributes, selling out babies and kids on internet, ignoring science or common sense, no age gap between two pregnancies cuz the elder one isn’t “cute” anymore to please your online audience, no sensitivity, no real emotions or feelings, people are rampantly getting married and pregnant out of competition, *hilariously* cringy squats have now replaced good diet and physical fitness, in short the world has gone insane. But then I realised I have created a small world of my own… when I went back to my iPhone’s photo section, I saw beautiful colour schemes, interiors, clippings, cutouts and lots of fashion related stuff and I realised how toxic social media can be especially with celebrities/media people around, it can violate our minds even subconsciously. I love my room and all the interiors which take me back in time and my wardrobe, my own stuff which might not be designer (I do have my old designer things) but honestly it’s way better alhamdullilah than what they have… they don’t have all this fancy stuff and I do appreciate that 😇 I really hope I get to use everything one day considering how sick and suic*dal I am, I keep losing hope (and heart). I love my world of Nostalgia & Aesthetics - where the true definition not only means beauty or outer-physical appeal but also (the term Aesthetic belongs to a broader spectrum) for me, it means something Artistic, Beauty with an edge, the lost charm of yesteryears or something quaint & memorable, poetic & romantic, sophisticated or chic, it includes different colour palettes mostly monotones where we again use classic shades such as Beiges, Taupes, Neutrals and deeper hues like Black & Grey or sober pastels from the 90s. It sometimes refers to minimalism but it can also highlight statement pieces, be it in fashion or art, jewelry or even interiors. For me it has become a way of life, an utmost appreciation for all the little things which bring a smile on your face, it’s like a totally different realm which is not only nostalgic but also timeless. And although it tends to get slightly restrictive when it comes to blogging, I do feel it gives me complete freedom to incorporate whatever I want including fragments of my past & old outworn memories into something creative and visibly enthralling, I don’t like sticking to any particular theme or concept but you eventually end up with that… considering the dynamism in my taste I feel I might be more inclusive than most other people and I can show more versatility in whatever I share here www.instagram.com/vanillacashme.re & kissofcashmere.tumblr.com (username wasn’t available) for now you can browse my journal on Tumblr: @thesecretattic and someday I’ll get back to my first love - Fashion, also art and interiors (I’ll be covering that as well)

Xoxo 𝒞𝒵. Zara Sauleh

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Ayo... DOM! Deku with a choking and overstim kink. Like the baku AND DekuSquad both thinks that the reader leads the relationship and is top in bed cuz the difference in personalities and PDA. But the reader just goes along with it cuz she knows that it’s the exact opposite and she wanna get fucked fucked. So in the end the next school day they see the reader limping to school and Deku smiling cheeky. Bro Deku makes me😩 May you do a request to that? It’s ok if you won’t 😊

Question of the Day: What nicknames do y'all find not cringy during a steamy moment?

Cursing, squirting

It wasn’t your fault that people viewed you as the one in charge when it came to the sexual side of you and Izuku’s relationship. You were naturally more energetic and rivaled Bakugou in the terms of attitude and prowess, meanwhile, Deku was one of softer energy. Always smiling awkwardly and blushing at every little joke and jab. Very few people have seen Deku in his prime when he is focused on a goal and will do anything to get there. This attitude graciously carried over to his love life, something you were faithfully reminded of on one faithful day.

As usual, You, and the usual majority of class 1-A sat around each other during lunch. Deku being the nerd he was, sat leaning against you while writing something in his notebook, dusting it every so often when the wind blew flowers off the tree above you. An ethical argument between Mineta and Denki is what started the whole ordeal.

“What do you mean, Mineta?! Deku is totally the submissive one in his and Y/n’s relationship, no doubt about it!” Mineta shook his head adamantly. “I’m telling you, dude, it’s the super nice ones you have to worry about.” Denki gasped, offended, “I can’t believe you are saying this right now, have you no shame!”

Jirou rolled her eyes as she had no choice but to listen to the boy’s stupid conversation. “You do know Y/n is sitting right here right?” Based on the wide look on both of their eyes, they did not in fact realize that. Quickly looking at each other with narrowed features they dig in their pockets in order to retrieve their wallets. “20 bucks that say Y/n is topping Deku.” Mineta scoffed, “40 says you’re wrong.” they both shake on it before scooting closer to you. “So Y/n, which one of us is right.”

Looking between the two boys you open your mouth to answer the truth until you feel Deku shift his weight. He was looking at you, everyone was looking at you, all eager to hear who was right. A hand placed subtly on your back makes your smile widen, for a different reason than everyone else would guess. “Well, I can’t exactly say Denki is wrong, but I can’t say that he’s right.”

The blond whines in annoyance, “Oh come on what does that even mean!?!” While his attention is distracted, Mineta snatches the money from his hands, “That means you’re wrong now pay up.” Denki snaps out of his stupor in order to chase after his smaller classmate, “No the hell it doesn’t!” Now, with everyone’s attention being distracted to the slapstick comedy the two ensue, you realize that the hand you previously felt is gone. Deku is back to scribbling away in his notebook, giving you a false sense of relief.

“Man, Snipe is so aggressive when it comes to history!” Kirishima slouches in his chair knocking Bakugou’s hand as he eats out of a Yogurt cup. “Watch it shitty hair!” is the usual response, as the class congregates together. Asui calls you over to show you something but Deku steps in front of you before you fully stand. “Y/n since we have free time right now, I was hoping you could come and help me with something real quick.” He scratched the back of his head and looked over your head.

On the outside, it was just Deku being shy Deku, nothing suspicious about the ever-present blush he always sported was in full bloom. But from your point of view, it was obvious there was a different intent behind those eyes. “We’ll be back guys.” Deku mutters a hand settled comfortably on your waist as you walk out the door. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jirou watching the two of you leave with an eyebrow raised.

Deku guided you down the school halls, thumb rubbing shapes into your side. He said nothing as you walked, only waving and making small conversation with any familiar face you two passed by. After a long time, you two reach an unfamiliar classroom that Deku curiously peeks inside of. “So what are we doing?” “You’ll see.” Deku ushers the two of you inside before closing and locking the door shut. The mood seems to shift almost immediately.

Deku has a lazy smile on his face as he tugs on his school tie, “So what was that conversation you and Kaminari were having earlier?” Your arms tingle with goosebumps, “I don’t know what you’re referring to.” While Izuku talked, his uniform coat is placed neatly on a nearby desk table, the sleeve of his collared shirt was rolled up and out of the way. “Yeah, I figured you would say that, that’s why I wrote it down to help refresh your memory.”

Deku sits down on a desk, motioning you over to him with a twitch of his fingers. A small notebook you hadn’t noticed till now was pulled from his back pocket before being flipped through. When you stood in front of him, his hand resumed its place on your waist so he could pull you much closer. “According to my notes, Kaminari and Mineta were debating on who was in charge of our relationship.” The more he spoke, the more aware you became of his fingers tapping randomly on your back, each touch tickled your spine, “And in response, you encouraged Kaminari’s theory that you were the one in charge.” Deku snapped the notebook closed with one hand before placing it on the other side of your waist forcing you to face him. “Is that right?”

You are silent when Deku’s scarred hands undo your shirt buttons from the bottom up. “I just thought it was interesting that your answer was different from what my memory recalls.” Izuku sucks in a breath when he sees your black lace bra. The fabric covering your chest conveniently hid the faded hickeys he knew he left 3 weeks ago. “Take this off for me?” The soft tone took you off guard making you pause confused as Deku gently tugged off your shirt and tie. He stands up folding your clothes as you fiddle with your bra straps. “I’m done?” You turn around to hand him your bra but squeak out in surprise when his hand grips your neck.

He keeps his hand there as he backs you up, forcing you to sit on the desk he was previously on. “I’m curious….” Deku trails off in his speech, using the time to kiss you deeply, hand never leaving your neck. “Since you are always the one in charge, I figure that maybe I should finally put in the work and make you feel good?” Deku pulls the chair from underneath the desk and sits down, legs spread. “Well, what are you waiting for, come here?” Your stomach flips as you slide off the table, the stale cool air of the classroom makes your skin prickle with goosebumps as Deku faces you the opposite way in order for you to sit comfortably in his lap.

“Deku what if we get caught?” You nervously glance at the classroom door, the lack of a peeking window putting you somewhat at ease. You were the only one exposed and if someone were to come through that door, they would see your half-naked body in all its glory. A hovering hand grabs the ends of your faux locs to pull your head back so he could whisper in your ear. “I’m sure they’ll understand that I’m just trying to pay you back for all my laziness.”

You bite your lips coyly. He was annoyed, you could definitely hear it now from his sarcastic remarks. But that didn’t make you regret your earlier choice, not one bit, and Deku knew that. The real excitement came from seeing how long it would last.

The gentleness returned when he grabbed your chest, massaging and pulling at them for his own enjoyment before releasing them in order to slide down your stomach. As expected he pinches the skin hard between his fingers and then releases before you even have enough time to complain.

“Just relax okay?” Deku places each of your thighs atop of his, successfully spreading your legs apart. You suppressed laughter whenever his fingers grazed your skin just lightly enough that it tickled, there was no need to give him a reason to be more upset. “Wearing briefs again today?”

Your pussy is palmed without restriction as deft fingers rub at the soft cotton protecting it. “Now how am I supposed to get to you now huh?” You knew the unspoken answer, and Deku knew you hated it as he clenched his fingers into the fabric until it ripped, “Oops.” You shook your head pouting at the unfair treatment, “Why do you always have to do that, now I have to be extra careful of my skirt!”

Strike one was raising your voice.

The touch was quick but still ever so stinging. Deku slapped your pussy in response before using his other hand to hold your neck, firmly tipping it up to the ceiling. “If you would have stopped wearing underwear entirely we wouldn’t be having this conversation, you know I like easy access.” The lack of visible reaction meant nothing since you could almost feel the blood rushed to your face. Deku kisses your neck determined to add marks that you could never hide. Your dark skin peppered with purple bruises while Izuku simultaneously rolled your skirt up to your waist.

You were already wet, the small nibbles here and there were enough for your clit to twitch excitedly as Izuku’s fingers danced around it. “Please touch me!” A warm chuckle vibrated from his chest at your desperate plea, “Calm down and relax Princess. I’ll get you where you need to be.” Deku continues to ignore your clit. His fingers, ever precise, slide between your folds in order to collect your arousal. The feeling adds some pleasure but only enough to make you more desperate. “Look at you.”

Deku observed your hips buck every whenever he got close to your clit. The small nerve swelling with blood and begging to be touched, and who would he be to deny that. It was heaven on earth when he finally put pressure on it. “Mhm!” His fingers combined with your wetness as extra lubrication provided the most pleasurable feeling. You wanted to clamp your legs shut and trap him there, but his much thicker thighs kept you wide open and on display.

Deku was never one to do anything half-assed, so while his fingers flicked and pulled at your clit, his other hand got to work. However, your twitching made you clench down whenever his finger barely pushed inside, “You gotta calm down baby, how else am I going to make you cum?” Soft soothing words made you just enough for him to push his index finger inside. Your cunt was tight, warm, and irresistible. The steady pump of his fingers has you closing your eyes as you relax against him like jelly.

Deku knew your pussy like the back of his hand at this point, every ripple, nook, and cranny he knew how to touch in order to make your toes curl. He adds another finger to the mixture, then another, and a fourth one until you are gushing around his digits and onto the floor. You were a slutty mess and no intelligible words could leave your mouth but “please” and “thank you”.

And while exhibitionism was one thing he had no problem with, Deku respected the fact that you would probably not be too keen to it. “You’re being too loud puppy.” Deku retracts his hand in favor of shoving his fingers in your mouth. You could taste yourself as he pushed them in further, rubbing it along your tongue as drool rolled down his forearm.

The sound of his finger fucking your pussy was wet and sticky, It took a large effort on his part to hold you against him every time your back arched away. “I’m cumming!” Your stomach contorted beautifully against his estranged wrist. “There you go.” Izuku kissed on the shell of your ear as you adjusted past your orgasms. “Are you done?”

You turn your head to kiss him, “Yeah..” He nodded, patting your cheek, “That’s good.” Izuku helps you stand up, helping you when you wobbled ever so slightly. You look at him unsure of the constant smile adorning his face, “Now what?” Izuku slouched a little bit more, “Now you get on your knees of course!”

You only have a moment to ponder what he said before a hand on your shoulder is forcing you down to your knees. It was quick enough for you not to feel the pain of your knees slamming down, but not quick enough to see the smirk crossing your initially sweet lover.

He was already hard as a rock when you pulled him out, cockhead with a steady stream of pre coming out the tip. You admired it with a small kitten lick around the edge, pleased when it bobs from your ministrations. “You are taking too long now put it in your fucking mouth.” Your head is pressed down less than gracefully and you are forced to open your mouth less his dick be smeared against your face.

Your mouth spreads as best it could while Deku sheathed all the way down to the base. He pulls out once again as if testing the waters before letting you up for a quick breath. “For someone in charge, you aren’t very good at this.” Deku uses a patronizing finger to wipe stray saliva off your chin before gripping your chin. “Maybe this will help you learn.” Using one hand Deku uses his cock to tap your mouth expectantly. Your mouth opens on reflex and his cock is pushed back in. Deku sighs with satisfaction, “Fuck, your mouth has always been good for this.” The tempo isn’t as bruising as it was in the beginning but it was still harsh.

Tears collected in your eyes ruining the mascara Momo had put on your eyes. Your throat burned from the constant friction and lack of air. “You hear that? This was what you should have said when they had asked you who was in charge.” Deku looked at you, his curly green hair covering his eyes as shook from his arm movement. “Look at those pretty lips.” Deku flinched after you swiped your tongue on the underside of his cock.

His voice sped up in the momentum and pitched in tone, “Y-You tryna make me cum fast huh!?” You bobbed your head faster despite the tight grip on your scalp trying to pull you away, “F-Fuck Y/n stop it!” Izuku’s voice caved and his hips jerked against your chin as he emptied his balls. You wipe your face with a large grin, brown eyes daring green ones. Izuku laughed, “You wanted this huh?” You don’t respond, skin tingling in the thought of what would come next. Deku stared at you, hands gripping his knees as his dick continued to spurt cum. “Fine.”

Deku stands up before dropping to his knees in front of you. Your calves are grabbed and raised until they are placed on his left shoulder. He slides inside of you with little to no resistance and you both groan at the intrusion. “I try to be nice to you.” Your neck is grabbed again with much familiarity, “But you always test my patience.” Deku leans over you to make sure you are listening. His eyes were a light green as sunlight cast itself inside of the classroom. The sound of your hips meeting is sloppy but neither of you are bothered by it.

You moaned as his abdomen rubbed against your clit the faster he went. “Deku!” Your voice is ragged and you’re practically wheezing at this point from the tight grip he has on every inch of your body. “Shut up.” He releases your neck and spreads your legs apart resting each on its respective shoulder. With entranced eyes Izuku watches you suck him in, sneering at how unintentionally greedy you were. The sound of spit startles you as it hits Deku’s cock before being pushed inside you.

You spasm at a particularly hard thrust, you didn’t know what it hit but your spine lit to flames each time it was grazed. “D-Deku!” You reach a hand out near any piece of skin you could reach, switching from his hands to his stomach. It was too much, the feeling of pleasure made it damn near impossible to think. Deku didn’t want you to think. Every time you seemed to think, you always caused him trouble. “I told you to be quiet.” Your mouth is covered almost completely by his hand only giving you the grace of air between his index and middle finger. You cum and you cum hard, so hard that Deku slips out and almost slips into your opposite hole.

Your leg is dragged back and Deku enters you again, this time only focused on himself. You feel him piston in and out of your cunt grunting obscenities as he closed his eyes with bliss. “Come on, I want one more like that. I need you to break for me.” In the distance, you hear the hour bell ring and the sound of students leaving their classroom. You have no energy to warn Deku, not that it would have mattered. Based on the pleasured look on his face and the heightened sound of his whines, the idea of getting caught only made him feel better. “I’m gonna, o-h fuck I’m gonna fucking cum.”

You let out a scream when a thumb finds your clit and your weak hands could do nothing to keep him from forcing another orgasm from you. “Don’t fucking run from it, cum for me puppy, oh god!” He covers your mouth to stifle your noises and that’s when the sensation begins.

The sensation is strange, it starts in your lungs like air before trickling down to your loins. The feeling of holding it back is painful but you still do it for only a moment of sanity. When it releases, it gushes like a waterfall, and for a moment you wonder if you had peed. When Deku feels it, he too is unable to hold back and finally cums inside of you with a reserved grunt when he realizes the danger of discovery.

Wasting no time and feeling no fatigue, Deku moves fast to find his own pants and shirt taking barely any time to pull your skirt down before giving you 4 minutes tops to learn how to breathe again. “Stand up.” You huff as you prop yourself up on your elbow, “You could at least help a girl out after fucking me an inch of my life.” Deku shrugs, “Logically speaking you did this to yourself.” “Logically speaking I should shove my foot up your ass.”

On the way back to class, Deku took pleasure in watching you walk bowlegged. You of course didn’t share the sediment as you did your best to hold in any cum Deku graciously left behind. He opens the door for you and you walk in doing your best to walk right but the limp was clear and true. Bakugou looked bored, the rest had blushes on their faces as you struggled to sit down properly. Denki, of course, was heartbroken as he handed Mineta back his part of the bet. “I told you, dude, it’s always the silent ones.”

From the back of the class, Asui and Jirou shoot each other an impressed look as they eyes the dark lovebites traveling below your shirt collar.

#deku smut #deku x black reader #mha x black reader #mha smut #bnha x poc!reader #bnha smut

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jiminrings · 3 years

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they're interactions would prob be always in campus like at the library, class or even in a café or sth cuz i don't think stem!koo is the type to go to parties eXCEPT he's dragged invited to a party and approaches y/n since they share classes and are kinda acquaintances

stem koo isn’t for the party scene and absolutely doesn’t know any better

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

jungkook wants to go anywhere but here

literally ANYWHERE

he’d actually enjoy studying on a friday night than to be here, a party, where he doesn’t know anyone besides jimin

JIMIN WHO ALREADY DISAPPEARED AND LEFT HIM?!??]%^{]!

it hasn’t even been a full hour since they arrived???

how the fuck did that guy even manage to talk him into accompanying him into this party :O

oh right

“i think i have a friend who has a friend that makes your lunches. it’s jUST a hunch but-“

jimin didn’t even manage to finish his sentence and jungkook already agreed

jungkook doesn’t care for the party scene at all. he doesn’t.

but that doesn’t mEAN that he doesn’t care for what other people think about him

he cares about your input pLS don’t say it to his face when it’s negative :((

uhhh he doesn’t exactly have party clothes

by party clothes, he doesn’t have what jimin has in his clothes

jeon jungkook does not own a sparkly sheer black long-sleeve shirt :D nor some leather pants :D or even a button-down shirt that in fact, does not have any buttons :D

what kook DOES have is a new red hoodie that he hasn’t worn before

it’s a red hoodie and that’s the equivalent of him dipping his toes in lava!!!

it’s spicy enough as it is

the only other change he’s gonna make is how the fuck he’s gonna tackle his myopia

he traded in his glasses for contacts tonight!!

they’re just clear and he might’ve had to struggle for thirty minutes to try and pop them in,,, inclusive of pep talks,,, but it’s still new!!!

(his glasses case is in his hoodie pocket)

that should be enough

the only thing that jungkook is lacking now is a familiar person

..... a familiar person.... who is in turn a safety blanket..... a comforting figure anongst strangers...... in a completely different environment

god there hAS to be a way that jungkook can find jimin so he could get home with ease, while simultaneously (passive-aggressively) chewing him out for abandoning him

easy!!! just easy breaths!!!!

it’s just like navigating a circuit that you made that you know the schematics of!!

only difference is that you didn’t make this circuit and there are no instructions!!!!!!!!!

<3 he’s doomed <3

jungkook bumps to numerous people and at some point, someone stopped him, nodded, and gave him a cup

what’s he SUPPOSED to with it????

alright think

a couch!!! yeah!!!!

jimin could be there and could be sitting because who doesn’t love sitting? right? why do people in parties not sit on couches exactly

“pick up, please. just pick up...” he keeps muttering under his breath, peering urgently to wherever his eyes could land on

OH MY GOD

IT’S THE BLONDE HAIR!!!!!

that must be jimin

“man, that was not cool! how could you-...”

jungkook immediately claps his hand to blondie’s back, even squeezing the flesh when he realizes that.... oh? why is the fabric not as coarse as what a glittery sheer shirt would be?

.... holy shit

that is definitely not jimin.

?!/!/!!/%]^]^[^^]

it’s his senior!!!!

his senior who’s blonde and looks intimidating and soft at the same time but dEFINITELY looks intimidating rn

d-did he just clap min yoongi’s shoulder

yoongi looks the furthest thing from pleased and it’s his sharp eyes that make jungkook’s impossibly wider

“i-i’m so sorry. i am so, so sorry-...”

his senior only casts a look to the person beside him, deciding to stand and completely walk away from jungkook

he is so.,,., lost

yoongi looks at you from beside your seat beside him and only pinches your thigh, making you knit your brows in irritation

WHAT WAS THAT FOR

did he literally just walk away from you

what was that about ://

you turn your head for what could be yoongi’s old trick, only seeing a face you clearly did not expect to be here

jungkook recognizes you before you could recognize him, chest immediately deflating

“y/n!!!!!”

oh that’s him alright

you sigh slowly, “jungkook.”

the boy wastes no time in eagerly yet shyly sitting beside you, occupying yoongi’s deserted spot

the cushion’s still warm tho

“thank god you’re here. i-i don’t know anyone in this party.”

your eyebrows raise at that, clearly finding no thought to it. “you should leave if you don’t know anyone here, jungkook.”

“b-but you’re here, so i’m good!” jungkook nods, correcting his statement, “i came here with my friend but he’s missing now.”

what???

that’s unsafe!!!!

who is this friend and why do you feel like giving him some stern words >:|

“i mean, i am here but you don’t want to be here.”

right

.... you’re right

jungkook clearly glosses over to what you just said because you are eXACTLY right

yeah sure he found you but that doesn’t necessarily mean he wants to be in this party

it’s nice he found someone familiar but it doesn’t mean he wants to stay!!!!

you could only chuckle under your breath, drinking from your cup and planning your route to find yoongi throughout

“you should probably go home, jungkook.”

the boy visibly mulls over that option but he looks nervous, his knee bouncing up and down then that you can’t help but notice

“or are you gonna wait for your friend?

did you just give him an even bigger dilemma

jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, a nervous giggle coming out from him even before he could restrain it

“i-i can’t find him anyway. but that’s okay, right? jimin always comes home one way or another.”

OH SO IT’S JIMIN

you’re gonna pulverize him when you drop by yoongi’s chess club again ://

“then go home.”

your affirmation makes jungkook nod resolutely, making his mind up

he stands up rather unsurely, sheepishly nodding to you before he takes two steps away from you

FUCK IT

jungkook turns to you almost nervously, eyes wavering that you only then realize that he isn’t wearing his glasses, seeing his bambi eyes a bit more clearly

“i-i’m very sorry to ask, and if it’s not too much trouble, a-and you don’t have to if you don’t want to but uhm — can you uh, can you walk me home?”

you’re pleasantly surprised from what jungkook’s asking of you, head tilting that he misinterprets and tries to backtrack

“i-it’s just that i feel safer with you. b-but i completely understand if-“

huh

that’s nice

you stand up abruptly, leaving your drink by the table because it might seem a little funky to walk down a street with a blatantly red cup lol

“okay.”

he hears you reply simply, seeing you walk ahead of him with your hands in your pockets

:((

jungkook is so grateful for you

you only share some classes here and there, and he’s only properly interacted with you once, and he doesn’t even have your number — but here you are, walking him home from a party he can’t stand to be in and is too anxious to walk away from alone

at some point, jungkook placed himself beside you so he could tell you where his apartment’s at,,

and also for the reason that he feels safer beside you and not behind you

you’re a warm presence if that makes sense

you’re team captain of your soccer team and you’re yoongi’s right-hand woman (and he’s your right-hand man slash nemesis) and he feels like everyone could count on you if they needed to

you’re not exactly outgoing nor warm nor approachable,,,, but jungkook doesn’t exactly mind

jungkook doesn’t mind because his senior is walking him home and he’s never felt more comforted before.

he starts tearing up at the edges of his eyes and it’s with a faint sniffle that you only turn your eyes at him, narrowing at the sight

you don’t even ask but he explains anyway, pointing in front of him

“nothing. just the wind. a-and i’m wearing contacts!”

you only nod curtly, continuing on walking when jungkook sees you pull out a goddamn bottle of eyedrops from your pocket, offering it to him like it’s no big deal

:(((((

his eyes ARE scratchy

“how did you-“

“i carry it around. yoongi and i have dry eyes.”

you don’t exactly stop when he drops them to his eyes, but you do slow down in the slightest

jungkook finds himself in front of his apartment complex soon enough, almost disappointed that the walk home was quick

you turn without even waiting for a thanks from him, completely surprised when he yells out for you and tries to jog in an attempt to your retreating figure

“t-thank you so much, y/n! it means a lot and i-i probably would be still in that party crying or whatever until i could find jimin. i’m so sorry still and i hope i can make it up to you and-...”

“good night.”

you only flash a small smile, similar to yoongi’s :] before leaving jungkook in front of his complex

he’s still a little perplexed but he doesn’t question it

jungkook’s still holding your bottle of eyedrops in his hand, the only thing reminding him that his senior did walk him home

he’s gonna return this to you

he will

#longest drabble in this series so far!!! :D #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshot #jungkook drabbles #jungkook x reader

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levi-my-beloved · 3 years

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Birds of a Feather

Chapter one

Pairings: Canon!Levi x F!reader

Content warnings: violence, swearing

Word count: 4K

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

A/N: asdfghjkl hello there. so, this has been on my brain for a while now, so i started this as just a drabble. what i thought would stay as just a drabble turned into this 22k+ multi chapter fic because i have zero self restraint or self respect. i’m currently finishing chapter 5 as this is being posted, but i want to keep chapters posted around once every two weeks so i can keep up with the workload. maybe once a week if i start feeling spicy. yeah plot twist this is actually the second time i’ve drafted this up. the first time i managed to get everything done and in order and then manages to delete the entire post with my huge disgusting thumbs. Genuinely felt like crying for a good half an hour.

This is also my first Levi fic! yay! lmk if it sucks and idk i’ll cry or something. nah, in all seriousness please send me criticism cuz i really want to improve and critiques are the best way.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

“How down, Raven?”

“Six feet.”

Within the dank confines of a stinking alleyway, two green capes marked with the Military Police insignia crept ever closer to the taller, run-down building upon which you and your little squad of Shadows were now perched. No sunlight illuminated your position. Not that you’d ever seen the sun, or know what it even looked like, but you based your guesses upon the pathetic rays shining through the grates littering the ceiling of the Underground City.

The language you used with your Shadows, coded words translated to:

‘How do you want them to be dealt with?’

‘Death.’

It was something developed by your late guardian and mentor, Viper. See, you all had aliases in The Nest, your criminal organisation. The leader was often referred to as The Raven, however your mentor preferred to use his own nickname, stemming from his own reputation.

Then come the aliases for your Shadows. Prongs was your second, a tall, stern looking man with the black mask of a stag settled across his features.

Then came Wolf, and you swore the first time you’d set eyes on him, you thought a titan had wandered into the city. He was enormous, all 6ft 6ins of him carved in hard muscle. Slicked back silver hair and a beard that to rival a bear. Similar to Prongs, a mask sat upon his face, resembling that of a snarling wolf.

Following him was Verdant, Scales and Diablo. Your power trio. Though their special talents lay in different professions, get these three together and they were borderline unstoppable. A white mask decorated with three broad maple leaves obscured Verdant’s pretty features, Scales sported a bronze half mask etched with a snake-like diamond pattern, whilst Diablo, your trained escort, had opted for something that accentuated her own gorgeous features, a mask of black leather arcing high onto her brow on the left side, whilst the right arced low by her jaw. Though you were already spoken for, you couldn’t deny the beauty of Diablo. She did wonders when prying information between the legs of a moaning MP.

To your left crouched the twins, Una and Leaf. Una was gifted her name by none other than you yourself, after seeing her accuracy with a rifle. A single shot was all it took, from any distance. She wore no mask, something you’d allowed simply because she’d complained about the sight obstruction when lining up a shot. You’d agreed, but only under the condition that she wore a low hood. Her fiercely protective brother Leaf had chewed you out for that, but you knew he meant well. Leaf was good at what he did, excellent, in fact. Which was part of the reason you kept him on as a Shadow. The larger part was that you were damn fond of him. Of all of them, in fact. You loved every single one of your Shadows. Every single damned member of The Nest, you adored. You were their leader, afterall.

A masked helmet of black leather, similar material to Diablo’s, perched snug upon your own features. The hooked beak and obsidian feathers of a raven decorated the necessity, covering your face and hair, though leaving your lower features visible. It was a rite of passage, for you especially, and it signalled the start of your leadership.

“Una, set up. Verdant, Prongs, roundabout. Wolf…” your eyes slid to the giant man on your right, a dark smile slicing across your mouth. “Heel.”

The boulder of a man visibly sagged, clearly disappointed at your orders whilst the others sprang into action. Prongs and Verdant leapt across the rooftops in separate directions whilst Una removed her rifle from her back, parting her heavy cloak to reveal rounds and rounds of bullets strapped across her body. Leaf nestled closer into her side, whilst the other four took a step back. It was obvious you’d all been at this for a very long time, despite the twins not looking a day older than sixteen. In fact, most of your squad was younger than you, save for Wolf and Prongs, who had served their respective roles twice previously.

Sitting back on your heels, you watched your team get to work, the warmth of pride blossoming in your chest. Whilst you knew Prongs and Wolf were already incredibly skilled, the rest had flourished under your leadership. It had been ten years since you’d witnessed MPs put a bullet through your mentor’s skull. Ten long years since you’d taken up leadership and expanded the reaches of The Nest. Honestly, you were pretty proud of yourself, and none more so than when you watched your Shadows do what they do best.

Taking care of unwanted visitors.

Una took aim, resting the butt of her rifle in the crook of her shoulder, staring down the makeshift scope. She would be ready to take care of the two soldiers if either Prongs or Verdant failed to eliminate their targets.

Speaking of which…

That kernel of pride ignited as your (E/C) eyes followed Verdant’s careful, calculating form dropping from the rooftops above the alleyway, in sync with Prong’s own movements. The two assassins swooped with the grace of a stooping hawk, the silver glint of metal caught your eye as they both brandished their blades, before sinking the steel into the necks of the two soldiers. You didn’t need to be closer to see they were both dead. Expert precision. Deadly accuracy. That was why these people were your hand-picked Shadows. And why you were the most formidable gang leader in the Underground City. Your little criminal organisation had expanded into something to rival the killcount of Kenny the Ripper. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

Una lowered her weapon, strapping it back in the buckles between her shoulder blades.

“Finished.” she simply stated, turning back to drop down between the shattered tiles and splintered ceiling beams that marked your entrance and exit to this lookout point.

“Rendezvous back at The Nest,” you ordered flatly, before dropping forward and into the alleyway below.

“Anything?” you ask, a brow raised behind your raven mask as you saunter over. Prongs held up two sets of blades from one of the crimson bodies now gathering dirt and grime. Useless to you as they were, but somebody would definitely find an interest in them. Verdant seemed to be struggling with the straps of whatever gear these mosquitoes used to fly around. You’d never been able to figure out how to use it, but that shit made good money when in doubt. However, your usual buyers had disappeared off the face of the city, and you’d noticed a decline in gear sales since then. Gritting your teeth, you shook your head to Verdant, laying a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t. It’s not worth it. The thug trio haven’t been back in years. I doubt they’d return to us now,” you explain softly, prompting the girl to stop her struggles and huff defeatedly. You’re heart ached softly at the thought of him, but you pushed the feeling down.

“Here,” she muttered, handing you another rifle. It seemed to be a newer model, something of an upgrade for Una.

“You did good, Ver. I’m proud of you,” that seemed to immediately lighten the girl’s mood, her eyes shining behind her mask as her mouth widened into a toothy grin.

“Thanks Raven!” she beamed, before scampering off back to The Nest, almost forgetting to take the gun back from your outstretched hand in her haste to make it back and tell everyone she’d received a compliment from you. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence. Rather it only happened once in a blue moon…

A huffed chuckle had your head turning and eyes narrowing to your second in command.

“Can I help you?” you ask, your tone dripping with the poisonous threat of hell if he chose his next words poorly. But Prongs continued to smile ever so slightly, shaking his head.

“Not at all, Raven. It’s just, in the last few years, since you drafted her into the Shadows, she’s really come into her own,” Prongs explained simply, shrugging as she stooped to kick over the now drained corpse, hoping to find anything useful. You bristle ever so slightly. That was something you hated. Compliments. How the fuck were you supposed to respond? You tried to think back to when Viper tried to teach you simple social skills.

“Uh, yeah. She has,” you respond, keeping your features as neutral as you could as you turned away, beginning to trudge back to The Nest.

“I’m serious, Rave. You’ve done incredible things for us. You know Viper would be proud of you. I am too. But…” Prongs trailed off, clearing having something to say but not knowing how to say it.

“Go on. But what?” you pressed, wanting to hear what your second in command had to say.

“Well, don’t you think it’s a bit much? Rave, it’s been years. Eyes have started looking in our direction since those three vanished. You don’t think we should be lying low for a bit? Calming suspicions instead of rousing them?” Prongs offered gently. You knew, deep down, he was right. But some notable gang disappearing hasn’t stopped you before, and it sure as hell wouldn’t stop you now.

“I’ll talk to Scar about it,” even just the mention of your advisor, and wife’s name gave your stomach butterflies. Scarlett Obsidine, your other, and better, half. After the disappearance of a certain dark haired man, Scar was the woman who comforted you, and though you missed him dearly, your heart managed to haphazardly piece itself back together and love all over again.

“Rave, listen—“

“Let’s go,” Prongs closed his mouth, the tone of your voice stating clearly that this matter wasn’t up for discussion. Especially not with him.

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“You know he’s right,” you couldn’t help but sigh when your wife’s soft tones calmed your irritated mood. Soft hands gently kneaded at the tense muscles in your shoulders, forcing them to relax as a tired moan escaped your lips. Leaning back, you peer into her shining sapphire eyes, locks of brunette framing your face as she took the sides of your cheeks in her hands and leaned down, softly pecking your lips with her own. You couldn’t help humming a smile against her mouth, reaching up to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away before you could.

“Scaaaaar…” you pout, looking up at her mischievous smirk as she winked playfully.

“(Y/N)...” Scarlett sighed, swinging her legs over your body to sink into your lap, one thumb now caressing one of the most prominent features on your face. A nasty, jagged scar ran down from the the top of your forehead, over your right eye and finishing just past your jaw bone. One (E/C) iris lighter than the other as a result of the old wound. Soft lips chase away the shadows of your past as Scarlett replaced her thumb with her mouth.

“(Y/N), I don’t want to find you dead in some alleyway because you picked a fight you couldn’t win,” a finger poked your chest as she huffed above you, feigning irritation. You roll your eyes, (E/C) landing on your gear now strung across the table. That raven helmet almost calling to you as you shook your head. Disagreeing with your wife was never a good idea, but you were feeling particularly bold this evening.

“Look. So many jobs have opened up recently. We have so many opportunities to make this life more comfortable. More jobs means more money, more money means we can afford the gate toll and actually see the world above ground. And I can finally buy you an actual ring.”. Technically, you two weren’t married. Who the fuck would be stupid enough to perform marriage ceremonies in the underground City? But, it was easier than saying you were devoted to each other in every single way.

Lightly smacking your chest, Scarlett raised herself from your lap with a hefty sigh. “One of these days (Y/N), you’re going to be captured or killed,” she said quietly, unable to meet your eyes. “And then what the hell will I do…?” Scarlett had now completely turned away from you, shoulders hunched. Running a hand down your face, you pick your sore body up from the chair, reaching her in a matter of strides.

“I can’t give this up, Scar. You know that. You knew that when you chose to be with me. You knew The Nest was always going to be my priority,” you held out your arm, hand hovering over her back, not sure whether to comfort her or let her go. The admission almost had her in tears, you could tell by the way her shoulders shook ever so gently.

“You still miss him don’t you?” It was her vulnerable, defeated tone that alerted you to the slight change of topic.

You fell silent, not really knowing how to respond. Yes, of course you missed him. You loved him more than anything. But those days are over, you knew that. You’d cried enough those following nights after his disappearance.

He was probably dead anyway.

“Of course I do,” you wouldn’t lie to her. That wasn’t fair. But you knew the truth was just as painful for her.

“Will I ever be enough? Will I ever be enough to replace him?” the sound of her voice had your heart in pieces. You loved Scarlett. You really did. But your heart wouldn’t let you love her wholly. Part of yourself will always be dedicated to that grumpy kid you’d fallen for all those years ago.

“Scar… I—”

“I know,” she whispered, stepping forward away from your outstretched grasp. “I know,” you watched as the woman you loved, and who loved you, stepped from your shared quarters, hovering in the doorway. “I’m sorry I asked,” she closed the door as she left, leaving you a frustrated, conflicted mess.

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“Understood, I’ll bring them in right away. Thank you Niles,” The Commander of the MPs stood opposite Erwin, arms folded. An expression of irritation plastered on his sunken features. Erwin simply sighed, realising Niles was wanting to stay for this seemingly impromptu meeting. With a nod of his head, a cadet rushed off to find the two soldiers mentioned in their little conversation. Being Commander of the Scouts often had its perks, like having cadets around to run errands for him.

Niles cleared his throat, taking a seat on the green leather sofa within Erwin’s office. “You sure he’d help us? I mean, it wasn’t too long ago he actually decided killing you was probably a bad idea.”—he raised a thin brow, peering at Erwin with barely concealed suspicion—“I’m pretty sure the Underground City would be the last place he’d want to return.” a knock at the door cut their conversation short, both turning their heads as Erwin called;

“Enter.”

Hange was the first to make her presence known, poking her head in as she opened the door. A smile adorned the slightly dishevelled section commander, her hair sticking up in all directions. Clearly she had been in the middle of something when Erwin requested her presence.

“You asked to see us, Erwin?” her eyes sparkling with curiosity behind her glasses as she stepped through the door.

“Tch, just make it quick, I have shit to do,” the monotone voice of Levi behind her made Erwin pinch the bridge of his nose. How many times has he told him not to talk to him like that?

“Yes, come in and make yourselves comfortable.” Hange immediately took up a seat next to Niles on the sofa, Levi preferring to stand against the now closed door, arms folded. Erwin’s sharp eyes shifted to Niles, an indication for the MP Commander to speak.

“Well, no point in beating around the bush. We’ve received an anonymous tip about some criminal gang that’s been plaguing my soldiers in the Underground City.” Levi visibly stiffened at the mention of his old home. His jaw tensed in anticipation. There would be only one reason he would be called into such a discussion, and the answer was a firm no.

Without his permission, his mind flashed back to a (H/C) girl, her face etched with that ever mischievous smirk. He quelled the thoughts as quickly as he could. He needed his wits with him, and allowing his mind to wander back to what he’d left behind wouldn’t help anything. Besides, the likelihood of you being alive was close to none.

“Section Commander, I don’t suppose you would have heard of the group but Captain Levi here surely would have done. The Nest.” Niles continued, now eyeing Levi to gage his reaction. And for a man whose emotions were usually on a tight leash, this seemed to be what cracked his impenetrable walls. His eyes flew wide open, frantically searching between Niles and Erwin. They couldn’t be serious. The Nest? That was where Farlan and Isobel used to—

Shit, he really needed to keep his thoughts at bay. But what he did know was that The Nest was an impenetrable fortress of criminal activity. Trying to mess with them was suicide.

“Judging by your reaction, I’m going to assume you are familiar with them, Levi,” Erwin’s surprisingly calm tone eased the growing tension in the room. Taking a subtle breath to calm himself, Levi’s eyes narrowed to his commander.

“Yeah. I know of it. Why?” it was a rhetorical question, he already knew why, but he wanted to hear it from Erwin himself. Hange looked incredibly confused, looking between the men in the office, trying to glean something, anything, about what the hell was going on.

“The Nest? Why are they so bad?” she asked, not afraid to show how completely oblivious she is to anything that doesn’t concern titans or science. Erwin gestured to Levi.

“Levi? Care to explain? You probably know more than myself and Niles combined,” though his voice seemed kind, there was a slight edge to his deep tones. One that didn’t go unnoticed by Levi.

A heavy silence filled the room as the Captain wracked his brain for all the information he could think of regarding the organisation. It seemed like hours before he finally spoke.

“Well, you got one thing right. The Nest is a criminal organisation. A nasty one at that. Merciless bastards. Whether you’re a soldier or a citizen, they don’t give a shit. They’ll leave you a broken, bloodied mess in the street. I don’t know much about their leader. Only that he took over from the previous one around ten-ish years ago. Since then, they’ve expanded their shitty little gang and taken over an entire section of the city,” he explained, poison lacing his tone. It wasn’t that he was above the whole gang thing, oh no. It was more the state Farlan would be in before he left to meet whoever the fuck led that group of demons. He’d never seen his friend so anxious. So afraid.

“You never met him? Their leader?” Erwin inquired, lacing his hands together on the desk in front of him. Levi scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“If I had, I would tell you. But I know he’s smart. And not the good kind of smart. The kind of smart where he would always be ten steps ahead of you. He has a small group of trusted criminals surrounding him at all times, called his Shadows. They’ll be the ones to look out for,” Despite his voice sounding bored, Levi’s heart was racing. They couldn’t seriously be thinking of facing The Nest, could they? But something in the expressions of both Niles and Erwin told him he was wrong. Dead wrong.

“They’ve been picking off my soldiers. Always in the same places as well. I was going to leave it, just tell them to avoid certain areas until this tip. Their next job. We know what it is,” Niles interjected, looking down to the floor, his own mind a whirlwind.

“And you want to intercept them. The same way you did with me, right?” Levi finished through gritted teeth. This was absurd. There was no way they could pick them all off. Unless… that wasn’t the goal. Levi’s grey eyes widened slightly, realising what they wanted to do. Yep, this was total suicide. Hange clapped her hands together almost excitedly, as if she was also able to read Erwin’s mind.

“You want to capture him! The leader! Ah! This all makes so much sense now, I was starting to wonder why I was here,” the scientist mused almost to herself, before jumping to her feet. “This is the perfect opportunity to test some of the concept traps I have in mind. Obviously for titans they’d need to be much, MUCH bigger. And of course a few modifications would have to be made so they could adapt to size and body type but oooooooh this is so exciting! I’ll start right away!'' Without allowing anybody to get a word in edgeways, Hange dashed back to her lab to begin her preparations.

“Thank you Erwin, the Military Police will remember this,” Niles said, before he too was rising from his seat. Throwing Levi an unsure glance, he made his way towards the door, only to be shoved into the hallway by Levi, who promptly closed the door behind him.

“Don’t.” he simply said, turning back to Erwin who was peering at him, his expression puzzled. Levi rolled his eyes again, clearly having to clarify what he meant. “Don’t pursue them. It’s suicide,” The Commander’s expression relaxed slightly in understanding.

“We don’t have a choice, Levi. Not only are hundreds of MPs being slaughtered down there, but relationships between the Scouts and the MPs are strenuous at best. It would be in our best interests to—“

“Bullshit.”

Erwin sighed again, having to hold his tongue. Snapping at Levi now for his language would only rile up the man more.

“Levi, we already have a plan in motion. There are soldiers down there now meeting whoever gave us that anonymous tip to further discuss the job The Nest has taken. It’ll be fine, but you’re going to have to trust me.” Erwin’s eyes bore into Levi’s own, the man once again asking his Captain to trust him in a risky call he’s made. Levi’s done it so many times before, why was it so difficult now?

It took yet another pregnant silence before Levi eventually yielded.

“Fine, but don’t be surprised when we’re once again forced to retreat with our tails between our legs.” it was a savage comment, but one that Erwin didn’t take to heart as he watched the raven haired man leave. Yes, this was a risk, but all his risks so far had worked out fairly well. There was no reason why this one would fail. No reason at all.

Levi leant against the door to Erwin’s office, looking down the hallway before letting loose a long breath. Not only would he have to go toe to toe with The Raven, but he also had to face so much of his past he’d wanted to forget. Fuck, this was a terrible idea. Why did Erwin always have to gamble? It was exhausting for everyone else involved.

Folding his arms, the shorter man strode back to his own office, lost in thought the entire way. Would he see you again? Were you even alive? Did you know just how much he had missed you. Just how much he’d wanted to see you again. To hold you again.

Did you know he’d looked for you? How his heart shattered over and over again each time he found no trace of you. He’d never accepted you were gone. Always holding onto that thorn of hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d survived.

Collapsing in his chair behind his desk, Levi unlocked the bottom draw and gently pulled it out. He delicately picked out a small, ebony bird feather you’d crafted into a quill pen. Even though neither of you knew how to write, you knew back then how much he had wanted to learn despite never voicing it directly. All those nights spent copying out basic letters from discarded newspapers and wanted posters. You always had this way of reading his mind.

The smallest fond smile crept across his usually bored face. God he missed you. It had been years and he still missed you like he only lost you yesterday.

#levi attack on titan #captain levi #snk levi #levi x reader #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot x you #levi x you #levi x y/n #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Prompt: Skizz discovers Impulse is a traitor early?

well hello there :D hope this is as good as whatever you had in mind! cuz i dont think i got exactly that lol

...

You whisper to impulseSV: We need to talk. ASAP.

Skizz paces back and forth in his room, anxiously waiting for a response. He hasn’t told anyone what he saw yet; even though he knows he probably should, he just doesn’t want to face it. Something inside him is telling him it’s not true, that there has to be a reasonable explanation. He can’t spread this information before he finds out whether or not it’s true.

impulseSV whispers to you: okay, meet me at my villager hole

Skizz jumps into action and rushes out of the building. He doesn’t tell anyone where he’s going, which might be a big mistake.

He runs all the way to Impulse’s villager hole and bursts in through the non-trapped door. But Impulse is nowhere in sight.

Frowning, Skizz spots a trapdoor with a ladder visible under it that wasn’t there before. He carefully climbs down the ladder and finds himself in an almost pitch black underground room, about the same size as the interior of Dogwarts.

Skizz walks out into the middle of the room, looking around in awe.

“Skizz,” comes Impulse’s voice.

“Gah!” Skizz nearly jumps out of his skin. “Don’t do that! Where are you?”

Impulse materialises out of the darkness. “Hey. Did you come alone?”

“Yeah, I did. I gotta talk to you.”

“So talk.”

Skizz takes a deep breath. “I, uh… I saw you earlier today, meeting with the crastle people. I didn’t hear much of what you said, just something about “gaining their trust”. That… Impulse, you’re on our side, right? You’re just pretending to be friends with them?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” replies Impulse easily. Too easily.

Skizz frowns. “Impulse, please tell me it’s not true. Tell me you’re not betraying us for THEM.”

“I’m not betraying anyone,” says Impulse defensively. “You know me; I’m not capable of that. You… do know that, right?”

“I…” Skizz stares at his best friend. “A few hours ago, I’d have said no. But now… I think you’re capable of anything. Tell me the truth, Impulse. Whose side are you on?”

“Yours, of course.”

“You’re doing it again! Switching on the ol’ Impulse charm and saying exactly what the other person wants to hear. You know that doesn’t work on me, buddy. I’ve known you far too long.” Skizz narrows his eyes. “You’re a mole. You pretended to join us but you’re on their side and you’re gonna betray us for them. Am I wrong?”

After a moment, Impulse wordlessly turns away, all but confirming Skizz’s suspicions.

Skizz’s stomach drops. “Oh, god… I trusted you! You- You traitor!”

Impulse sighs. “This is just like you, Skizz: running over here to confront me alone cuz you couldn’t POSSIBLY fathom that you might’ve been wrong about me. Did it ever occur to you that maybe this world changes people? That you can’t truly trust anyone but yourself?”

“No!” Skizz snaps. “I trust Ren and I trust Martyn and Etho and I DID trust YOU!”

“And that’s gonna be your downfall.”

He suddenly shoves Skizz to the ground. Before his friend can react, Impulse brings his foot down hard on Skizz’s ankle.

Skizz screams as they both hear it crack. The pain is immense; it’s definitely fractured, if not broken completely.

“See the thing is, I can’t have you running around blabbing about this to anyone,” Impulse says casually. “But at the same time, I can’t just kill you because that would show up in chat. So I think it’s time I test out my brand new trap and see how deadly it is.”

Tears of pain and anger fall from Skizz’s eyes as he stares into the cold, harsh eyes of the man he used to call his brother. “Wh-Why, Impulse…? Why would you d-do this to me…?”

Impulse just shrugs. “I’m just playing the game, Skizz. Sorry.”

With that, he turns and walks away into the darkness.

“Impulse!” cries Skizz, his vision completely obscured by tears. “IMPULSE! DON’T LEAVE ME! PLEASE!”

He hears the click of a lever being pulled in the darkness, followed immediately by pistons moving. His breathing quickening, he rolls onto his side and pushes himself up, but as soon as he puts weight on his left ankle, he knows he’s not going to be able to use it.

A familiar growl pierces the air, causing him to freeze.

A zombie.

More growls.

A LOT of zombies.

The first one that appears through the darkness nearly gives him a heart attack. He manages to slice it down with his sword, but by then, three more have ganged up on him. Trying to back away, he finds himself completely surrounded by a horde of at least two dozen zombies.

“NO!” he screams. “HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!”

The zombies’ claws dig into his skin, and at least two of them manage to bite his arms. Players are able to resist being turned into a zombie through a bite but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Accidentally putting weight on his injured ankle again, Skizz collapses to the ground and curls up in a ball, trying to protect his head and neck. Impulse was clever; he hurt Skizz’s ankle on purpose so he could neither run nor fight for long.

This is it for him. They’re going to kill him.

All of a sudden, a battle yell echoes in the darkness, followed immediately by the sound of zombies taking damage. Multiple zombies taking damage at once. Someone’s come to save him.

The zombies attacking Skizz move away to target this new threat, but they’re no match for whoever it is. Within a minute, all the zombies in the room have been eliminated.

“Skizz!” comes Etho’s voice. “Are you okay?!”

Severely weakened and on the verge of passing out from the pain, Skizz looks up at his friend, unable to muster the words to reply. His vision is swimming, but he can just about see two figures kneeling beside him.

Etho and Martyn. They came to save him.

That’s the last thought in his mind before he passes out.

…

“-is definitely broken. But not like he fell from somewhere and landed on it. More like someone stomped on it until it broke.”

“What?! Who would do something like that?!” “I don’t know. Hopefully Skizz can shed some light on this when he wakes up. Oh my goodness, Ren, you should have seen how many zombies there were. I don’t think it was a coincidence.”

“So… you’re saying someone tried to murder Skizzle? Broke his ankle so he couldn’t get away from the zombies?”

“Yeah, I think so. And we think it was Impulse, too. Etho and I didn’t see anyone else around except him, and the hole was under his villager place as well, so we- Oh, look! I think he’s awake!”

Skizz lets out a quiet groan, his eyes slowly opening. As his vision adjusts to the light, he registers Martyn and Ren by his side, and the interior of his bedroom back at Dogwarts behind them.

“Hey, Skizzles,” says Ren gently. “How are you feeling?”

Blinking slowly, Skizz looks down at his arms and finds them covered in bandages. Beyond them, he can see his ankle elevated in a cast. Nothing hurts anymore, to his relief.

“Alive,” he rasps. “For good or for bad.”

“What happened?” Martyn asks. “Do you remember?”

“Oh, I remember.” Skizz tries to suppress a sniffle at the traumatic memory. “It was Impulse. He’s a backstabbing traitor and he tried to kill me to stop me from telling you.”

Ren gasps, but Martyn just shakes his head, an anguished expression on his face. “I should’ve known. There were so many little clues but he explained them away so well, I just…”

“He had us all fooled,” Ren murmurs. “I’m just glad we managed to get to you before he got away with murdering you. If he had, we’d never have known, and we would’ve continued to trust him.”

“How- How did you find me?” Skizz asks. “I didn’t tell you where I was going.”

“Etho and I went looking for you cuz we hadn’t seen you in a while,” replies Martyn. “We just happened to be at Impulse’s villager pen when we heard you screaming. Luckily, Impulse had just left and I don’t think he heard you, or he might have tried to kill us too.”

His upper lip curls in an expression of disgust. “We bumped into him right there and it was like nothing was wrong. It makes me sick to think that he was up there chit-chatting to us about his villagers like everything was fine, knowing full well he’d literally just abandoned you to be murdered by a horde of zombies. That goes beyond 3rd Life; that’s… that’s just pure evil.”

Skizz nods slowly. “Yeah, something’s not right with him anymore. Whoever that was… it’s not my Impulse. Something’s changed him.”

“Well, either way, at least you’re alive and his treachery has been exposed,” Ren says. “And we will take our revenge on him for trying to kill you. As soon as he’s red, we take him down.”

“Why wait?” asks Martyn, frowning. “Why not kill him now, while he’s on yellow?”

“Because if we do, he’ll harbour a grudge and try to take revenge on US for killing him once he’s red. And if yellow life Impulse is THAT dangerous, imagine what he can do on red. It’s better to wait and come up with a plan so when he becomes red, we can take him out immediately and prevent further carnage.”

A shiver runs down Skizz’s spine. It feels horrible to be discussing killing his best friend when they had been so close only hours before. Despite everything Impulse has done, he doesn’t actually want him to die. He still loves his brother, no matter what.

Even though he’d love nothing more than to punch him in his stupid face right now.

“Skizz?” says Martyn softly. “You okay?”

Skizz clears his throat. “Y-Yeah. I think I will be.”

Eventually.

#3rd life smp #3rdlifesmp #skizzleman #inthelittlewood #impulsesv #rendog #etho #vaunna’s requests

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❤️💛🤎TOG POC Love Fest🤟🤟🏽🤟🏾 draws to a close and I so love Kelly Sue, but ...

Bonsai Shokunin did not feel like a story about Noriko/ Quýnh , at least not from a perspective that let us learn anything about her. So I did a fix it cuz that’s literally why fic is a thing.

(Any and all apologies in advance, for any poorly picked names or translations TW: references to sexual assault)

"Your face to the earth, your back to the sun"

For all of Quýnh’s first life she is reminded of this proverb. She is a willful child and her parents do their best to mold her into a dutiful one instead. Their efforts are mostly in vain. After Quýnh has bled for the first time her mother tells her about how she was born- feet first between the dikes and their home on a day the sun turned black. “I suppose we’ve been fools trying to change the course of nature” Quýnh smiles and this is the first time she remembers knowing that she was something greater

“The thing about Power: People who have it think they deserve it”

Quýnh does not stay with her family, brothers and sisters and aunts and grandparents long after that day. She has never wanted to remain in the paddies and armed with her mothers story and her own desire, Quýnh walks 3 days from Phong Châu to Cổ Loa and finds the first bronzesmith who will take a girl as apprentice. The first smith who will take a girl as an apprentice also tries to take her in the night as she sleeps by his smelting furnace. He says that she must learn to be properly pliant and docile when Quýnh struggles and in response she sears her own hand open to throw coals in his face and flee. After this she is no less determined, but far more careful in who she trusts. Quýnh will lose these scars, when she loses that hand in 200 years. She weeps bitterly when she realizes that they did not return to her newly formed limb.

“Can you embrace the pain yet?”

Quýnh learns quickly because the alternative is getting burned. Burned by steam and metal and slag and coal and opinions. She will let no one think any less of her, not for her trade or her sex, or her skill. She hones her art, learning to waste nothing, no precious metal or traded gem, in her quest for perfection. She learns that perfection will be unattainable, because the world spins too fast and trade travels too far but this does not stop her from trying. If she cannot pour a perfect vessel then instead she will simply make sure that no one can claim to do any better than her. She is not the only woman to work in the furnaces but she is the best of them. Her drums ring truer, her blades hold sharper, her molds cast cleaner. But she is not the best that Phu My that has ever seen. Not yet.

“I am… Nothing… like you”

The first time Quýnh finds love, the object of her affection is a shining golden phang. She did not see or hear its approach and Quýnh can identify the beauty of a masterwork from across a freshly flooded field. A distance of no more than 4 inches only enhances her opinion. The maker's mark is barely visible on the blade for earth and age, but the edge is still deadly, perfectly functional. It is possible that she has chosen the wrong orchard to pilfer, but Quýnh decides to reserve final judgement, for if she survives this encounter. It is not until the blade is pointed away from her face and to the sky that Quýnh sees its wielder. She is a woman of no small stature, one who is clearly used to hard work and hard days. There is no forge made spark or molten glow behind her eyes. Just shine of hard and unforgiving polished bronze, honed to an edge. Her teeth are not blackened like Quýnh ’s but they are stained red with betel. Quýnh wants to taste the peppery flavor from her mouth, if she doesn’t taste the edge of the phang first The laughter that bubbles out of Quýnh at that moment earns her no favors, just a crack to her head that leaves her passed out in a field that she had no right to be in. She is not sure yet, how this woman was able to catch her mid trespass, but Quýnh ’s last thought before conscious thought flees, is that she will have to make sure to be caught again, perhaps next time with a fine oilstone or an ornamental charm to give as a gift. Anyone who uses her own work against her so skillfully deserves to be wooed properly. Her name is Giang Bình and she is a servant employed as a guard, a body slave, a cook, whatever it is her masters need. Her loyalty is bought with sweets, an attentive ear and free maintenance. Her love is earned through kind words, raucous laughter, and a promise of honest sanctuary.

“Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future”

It is not good for a woman to be rich without a husband, It is not good for a woman to gain age but not children. It is not good for a woman to have only a servant for a companion. It is not good for Quýnh to marry, but it is good for the wayward woman smith of Den Citadel to find a husband. It is not good for Cà Thành to take a beautiful wife, but it is good for the man who is a first son to frail parents to establish a lineage, to end his decadent bachelors life. They are not a love match, and they do not wish to be, because they each have their own loves already. They are simply in agreement. It will be good for them to create their own family. It will be good for Cà Thành to have heirs. It will be good for Quýnh to have more power in her corner. It will be good business and that is something that is good for all of them.

“You’re just full of surprises young one”

When she gets fat with child, Quýnh is of several minds about it. She has seen time and again by now the way that children ruin their mothers. This was something expected of her, of them but none of her household is enthused about the impending addition, which oddly makes her furious. When she labors, for the first time since that filthy old man held her down in a forge, she feels that she is fighting for her life. It is not an easy birth, but neither was she. Quýnh is determined to make the ordeal worth it though, she refuses to suffer for nothing. When the squealing babe is placed in her arms after nearly a day of struggle, she feels something better than accomplishment. Her daughter is named Đạt Vinh because she was not crafted by Quýnh’s hands, but she will be molded by them into something more beautiful than any polished blade or resonant drum.

“At your age you should know better”

Quýnh is not a kind mother, not like her own was. She is unmoved by tears and unswayed by pleading eyes. Cà Thành laughs and calls her heartless, Giang Bình knows better and tells her that she cannot expect a child to be extraordinary yet. “Someone has to teach her how to stare down the sun first.” Quýnh has learned from years of tutelage by fire not to flinch away from anything and she’ll make sure her children learn too. Their faces will know more than the sight of staid cold earth. When Đạt Vinh is 5 she bites a bigger boy who tries to take food from her, and bites the foolish mợ who scolds her for not sharing. Quýnh has never felt more full of pride.

“5 against 1….” “Yes, I’ll lose.”

There is never any shortage of warfare or strife but Quýnh has no shortage of things to fight for either. She’s no less agile for the swell of her belly and no less deadly with her shifted balance. Her home is not undefended as long as she resides in its walls. But Quýnh has more to defend than the stilts and walls and slats of the place she has made into a sanctuary and Vinh is every inch her mother’s daughter. Willful and unwilling to back down from a fight. Quýnh has raised her too well, and Quýnh just isn’t fast enough to stop her beautiful headstrong and gods damned dutiful daughter from sprinting out to meet danger and protect her family. Quýnh isn't fast enough to save her daughter or strong enough to keep her feet when she sees her cut down. The new child inside her is fighting a battle against her insides and Quýnh is laughingscreaming because she never thought that she would prefer to die in childbed. Quýnh is screamingraging because the gods are cruel enough to make her extraordinary one last time and bring her back to grant her wish. They are boys, identical and she does not live long enough to name them. The last thing Quýnh hears before Đạo Mẫu takes her to paradise is her husband telling her heart that they came headfirst and all that is left of her heart breaks

“Do you remember when it was rare? When it was holy?”

Quýnh did not expect to wake with images of a warrior lost in a city on fire in her mind. Quýnh was not prepared to wake anywhere but perhaps the Heavenly Palace if she was lucky. But instead she is blessed to be whole again, though when she tries to rise her body is bound. When Quýnh breaks free of the shroud she finds Giang Bình holding a vigil that has been broken by her unnatural interruption, pressed to the wall in terror. Quýnh did not think that she had more heart to break, but she finds that she was wrong. She is now an inauspicious revenant, blocked from her children, and shunned by her family and feared by her love. She dreams of a goddess with eyes like sea jade carving her way through endless war and wakes fitful and nauseous. Đạt Vinh was buried while Quýnh was dead and the place that was made for her mother to join her lies empty. The second, barren grave feels like a failure. Quýnh leaves on the 5th day after waking from another night of dreamt warfare. She takes the fastest horse she can steal, her dowry and her daughter’s set of dha kiem. She resolves to hunt down this goddess wherever she lives. If she cannot have her life back, she will have vengeance instead.

“Mercy is not reserved for those who deserve it”

Andromache is no goddess, and by the time Quýnh finds her, the sons she bore have grandchildren and Quýnh knows that the woman in her dreams is not responsible for tearing her from her life. Andromache is many things, but even as glad as she clearly is of companionship, Quýnh learns within days of meeting her that Andromache would never foist or even wish her life on another person. The two of them travel together, and learn each other, and love each other, and eventually find another, only to lose him far too soon. Lykon was a better human than either of them for all their age and for him to be cut down...it's unbearable. So Quýnh returns to the woods and rivers and mountains of her youth for solace only to find strong men preying on the weak and using the poor as game pieces. She will not stand for this, not in her home. It is no hard thing for her to take up arms against these infantile warlords, not when their kind has already cost her so much across the ages. But the boys they seduce into fighting for them-- Quýnh has grown soft and weary with age, and she is many awful things but she is not a killer of desperate children. Her gift is not returned, but that is the folly of youth and fear and need. He is a child of her home, perhaps even her blood, because Quýnh’s sons left children and children and children of their own behind.

“You stay silent when I want you to talk and talk when I want your silence”

Quýnh will not kill a child but she will haunt one. She will watch and wait and see how long it takes for the message to stick. Call it a maternal instinct, but she wants to teach him a lesson. So she waits, and in waiting she watches, and in watching she confronts. She never raises arms against him, never strikes to kill. He does every time. He learns not to flinch and for a moment she recalls a girl and her bite and she’s amused. But still... She wonders if he sees her and understands what is being offered. She wonders if he sees her and worries that guilt is taking his sanity. She wonders if he sees her and has to shake away the resemblance and recognition. She wonders if he sees her at all anymore, or just something to be cut down in his quest for greatness.

“We aren’t them, We never were them… We’re exterminators”

It was not her plan to kill him. After all he is still but a child to her and she knows it will cost her nothing to afford him the mercy that he’s denied to so many (too many) others. But to hear him speak of gods and choices and mercy, to be questioned about her *rights* to choose for him, her right to judge her own killer, a man who never once sought to question the extraordinary circumstance that may have brought his life to this point. Quýnh had never been among the likes of those who questioned their ability to DO. She has no need for a branch that cannot decide if it is allowed to grow, to survive, so she prunes.

#the old guard #the old guard fic #TOG POC Love Fest #quynh #tog fic #the old guard meta #TOG comics talk

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Crown Prince Li Kaiqing, Chen Ji, and Fushui

MAJOR spoilers for 《骊歌行》 Court Lady (2021)!!! This is just me blabbing about my feelings.

so we all knew that Crown Prince (CP) and Chen Ji (CJ) were gonna be BE cuz they have historical prototypes. after Chengxin was executed, Li Chengqian grieved for a long time, refusing to attend court and also building a shrine for him in the palaces.

well, even with that knowledge, i still cried like a little baby at the end of the drama. there’s not a single un-sad 感情线 in this entire show, but i really do think that the mess of these three is tragic.

before we dive into the mess that i’ve become, a huge round of applause to Li Zefeng for his amazing portrayal of the Crown Prince—the good-intentioned, sort of foolish boy that we first meet and then later the wide-eyed, paranoid, remorseless man. and of course similar props to Wang Yizhe’s two roles of sweet Chen Ji and scheming Fushui (and Sun Langlang for voicing them! Wang Zhi’s VA!).

so as i’ve already said, CP is really a whole different person after CJ dies. and the contrast between CJ and Fushui (FS) is very plainly evident: CJ dressed in pale white-blue, FS mostly in grey-black; CJ kept his hair loose, FS wears a bun (or hat, when he rises thru the ranks); CJ is a lowly palace entertainer, FS is well-trained in combat and medicine (and ends up as Senior Imperial Physician, somehow); CJ was terrible at weiqi, FS is good at weiqi but pretends to be bad at it. CJ was targeted and subjected to rumors, but no one dared question CP’s relationship with FS—because CP was in so much grief after CJ died, how could anyone bear to do that to CP again? even though FS was absolutely the one that everyone should have removed from CP’s side immediately…

when CP and CJ first meet in episode 7, CP is kind of a typical princely character: he’s kinda entitled, the world is his, his future is bright… and i firmly believe he 一见钟情 because while CJ still treated him with courtesy and respect, it’s obvious that CJ didn’t expect or want anything from him. and this continues in episode 9, when CP is trying to clear his thoughts by the riverside and runs into CJ who is fishing: CP brattishly orders CJ to stay and keep him company, and CJ is honestly more confused than anything as to why the freaking Crown Prince of the country wants to spend the whole goddamn day here. of course, it’s because CJ represents a freedom for CP: here, the Emperor won’t compare him to Prince Zhou or Prince Han; here, the Empress won’t admonish him over and over again; here, there’s no scheming advisors who try to curry favor with him. here, as CP tells CJ to use, it’s just “you and I” without care for rank or formalities.

(but also the death flag in episode 9 was atrociously obvious LOL with CP promising “I will make you a grave” to CJ’s absolute terror. on-the-nose. still made me sad later on, so that’s that i guess. in any case, the episode ends with a 定情信物 whereupon CP gives a jade from his belt to CJ.)

CP watches CJ perform (as he is an entertainer from Prince Han’s mansion) for the first time in episode 10, and we see it again in episode 12, episode 16, and episode 17. based off 《三国演义》Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the lyrics are as follows:

大丈夫只患功名不立 A great man should only worry about not gaining fame and honor/

何患无妻 Why worry over not having a wife/

舍生忘死报恩住 Leaving behind life and death to repay my Lord/

忠肝义胆待友朋 Treat my friends with righteous loyalty/

我要做有血性的英雄 I want to be a hot-blooded hero/

为义而生 To live for righteousness (loyalty)/

为义而死 To die for righteousness (loyalty)

CJ plays the main role of Zhao Zilong (Zhao Yun), and he helpfully compares the story to a game of weiqi in episode 16.

“A gambit [sacrificing insignificant pieces to protect the significant ones] is what Zhao Zilong did in the Battle of Changban. In order for Zhao Zilong to save A Dou, he couldn’t save Madam Gan. So, Madam Gan committed suicide. Isn’t Madam Gan a gambit?”

to which CP responds: “Thank goodness you are Zhao Zilong, and not Madam Gan.”

CJ: “The Crown Prince regards me as his soulmate [知己]. Even if in the future, the Crown Prince were to sacrifice me as a gambit, I would be willing.”

CP: “What are you saying? You and I are friends. No matter what happens in the future, I will never treat you as a sacrificial gambit.”

(so, like, death flags everywhere! 知己-mention! and, c’mon, i think for CP’s consort to be jealous/insecure is a little bit justified considering the amount of times CP has CJ perform this piece with a line like “Why worry over not having a wife”.)

backing up for just a moment before everything goes to shit, other notable events are CP finding out his wife is pregnant in episode 13 (but he spends the day fishing and then cooking the fish with CJ at the riverside, and they walk off with arms draped around each other’s shoulders), CJ hurting his leg after climbing a cliffside to pick red flowers after CP mentioned his wife loves the color red most in episode 14, and finally CP leading a blindfolded CJ to a new house just for him to tick off another romance-y trope in episode 15.

CP: “Didn’t you say you didn’t have a home? So I bought you this little estate. When you fall in love someday, have children, and have a great career, this will be your home.”

(the point is they’re both still kind of in a honeymoon phase right now, tho it ends quickly in episode 16 when our FL Fu Rou warns CJ against being so close to CP—but CP is a little bit too idealistic right now, a little bit too stuck in his blissful fantasy, a little bit foolish. foolish, and incompetent, and unable to protect the people he loves bc he unwittingly endangered them to begin with.)

of course, things come to a head in episode 17 when CP’s wife tells her sister about CJ, leading to the Emperor eventually finding out. but while that’s happening, CP goes to see CJ at the estate he bought for him.

CP: In the future, I won’t come here anymore. Therefore, let’s put aside differences for today and be friends like we used to. We will never have those kinds of days again.

CJ confesses he’s going to leave Chang’an: I want to learn swordsmanship well, and become a wandering hero, feeling at home wherever I am. When the Crown Prince becomes Emperor in the future, I can help you take care of bad guys along my journey out there. This will be my way of helping the Crown Prince to keep the empire stable.

CP gives his dagger to CJ: This is not a reward, but a gift for my friend who is about to leave. In the future, whenever you look at it, it will be like looking at me.

CJ: A gift from my soulmate. Chen Ji will definitely take good care of it.

(for ppl who’ve watched Qing Ya Ji, the parallel to Zhongxing and Fangyue here killed me. but there’s also a parallel within the show itself near the end when Fu Rou gives the Emperor a collection of scrolls and explains that the late Empress hoped that he would treat her writings like he were seeing her—one of Court Lady’s many confirmations that CP and CJ should be read as a romantically by paralleling it to visible, het relationships. ALSO, CP has CJ perform Zhao Zilong again right after this conversation, like a last nail in the coffin.)

so the Emperor finds out in episode 18 and angrily orders CP to kill CJ himself, lest he be stripped of rank. Fu Rou warns CJ, but he refuses to escape.

If I run away, the Crown Prince will not be able to fulfill the Emperor’s order—what would happen to the Crown Prince? […] Life and death are not the most important things; the most important thing is to stay true to yourself.

and so CJ unsheathes the dagger CP gave him.

The Crown Prince regards Chen Ji as his soulmate, Chen Ji also regards the Crown Prince as his soulmate. ‘A man of service dies for the one who knows him.’ (An upright man can die for his soulmate.)

CJ quotes “士为知己者死” from Sima Qian’s 《史記·刺客列傳》Records of the Grand Historian, tho if you’ve watched Winter Begonia, it should probably also look familiar.

CP pushes aside the soldiers who’ve accompanied him on the journey to CJ’s home, but it’s too late: CJ took his own life, using the weapon CP gave him, in order to protect CP.

the chorus of Lu Hu’s 《万里》 Ten Thousand Li plays as CP staggers toward CJ’s lifeless body.

呼吸，想着你, When I breathe, I think of you

在梦里，在心里, In my dreams, in my heart

怪完相遇，怪自己, After I’ve finished blaming that we encountered each other, I blame myself

别离，痛彻心扉！Farewell, my heart is broken

(this is a song from the OST we hear multiple times with the other couples in the drama—and we also see many couples by the same river that CP and CJ would fish together by. i think, like, all the couples associated with this song except our main one have a BE…)

in CP’s immense grief, he has the weiqi pieces from his last game with CJ glued to the board, never to be moved again, and he has the flowerbed outside flattened. we get our callback to episode 9: “Chen Ji has no family. I promised him that if he died, I would make him a grave.”

CP doesn’t meet FS until episode 37, but what the Emperor says in episode 19 about Chen Ji is what really makes the whole thing a tragedy.

You must be cautious when choosing friends. He would only have misguided you.

and that’s the thing, the Emperor isn’t wrong!!! it ultimately truly is the Crown Prince’s love for Chen Ji that destroys him. his love for Chen Ji ruins him, ruins the imperial family and threatens the dynasty as a whole. because when Fushui shows up, a man who shares Chen Ji’s face, the Crown Prince trusts him unconditionally—it’s the Crown Prince’s desperation to see any small part of Chen Ji again that leaves him vulnerable to FS’s manipulation: CP forgets who he truly is. because how could a man who looks like Chen Ji ever betray him?

CP is thrown from his horse in episode 37, striking his head upon a rock.

he wonders: Chen Ji, have I also died? Did you come here just to pick me up?

(but of course it’s FS, who was actually going to kill him but the soldiers arrived too quickly.) they meet officially in episode 38.

CP: I thought I was going to die. Dimly, I felt someone approach me—he wanted to save me. I originally thought it was Chen Ji who couldn’t bear for me to die, so his spirit appeared. I didn’t expect that it was you.

FS remarks that CP has brought up “Chen Ji” several times already; immediately, he understands that this is a weakness to exploit.

CP basically throws a temper tantrum in episode 39 when he discovers he will have a permanent limp from now on. (idk if it was an intentional parallel, but CJ also had a limp after falling from the cliffside in episode 14.) FS is the only person that CP allows to approach him, and FS gets him to eat grilled fish (which is apparently CP’s favorite food—how much of the people we love do we carry with us?)

FS acts innocent: I really am bad at lying; as soon as I lie, you see right through me.

it’s everything CP wants to hear.

CP tells him: When I fell off my horse, and was on my last breath, you came to my side and encouraged me to continue living. I’m now crippled and in despair, but you talked sense into me to eat grilled fish. Everything that has happened—if it were Chen Ji, he would also have talked sense into me, encouraged me. Sometimes, I feel that you are Chen Ji, just with a different face.

(obviously it’s the same face for us tho cuz he’s played by the same guy. but anyway, when FS comes clean about everything in episode 51, he mimics the words CP says here.

I am not Chen Ji. I, Yang Fushui, came to your side to find an opportunity to take revenge.)

back to episode 39, FS says he doesn’t want to be “another Chen Ji” because he doesn’t want to die so young—he’s afraid of death.

CP: I guarantee you that I won’t let anyone harm you. What happened to Chen Ji will never happen to you.

(and it’s true! FS gets away with so much goddamn shit because CP’s wife doesn’t dare criticize FS, and even the Emperor doesn’t after knowing what it’s like to see his son in such heavy grief. CP’s wife thinks this is her chance at making amends; she felt real remorse after CJ died, and honestly that line from It’s Quiet Uptown sums it up best: “If I could trade his life for mine/He'd be standing here right now/And you would smile and that would be enough.” a shame, of course, that CP was FS’s freaking main target. nobody wants to repeat the tragedy of Chen Ji, so no one questions Fushui.)

but, like, FS isn’t truly even that subtle—it’s just that CP is so blinded by his love for CJ. from episode 46:

CP: I have taught you for so long, but you’re still terrible at playing.

FS: I am doing it on purpose. Only if I play poorly, will the Crown Prince be willing to continue teaching me.”

CP: Even you put on an act before me? […] You are the person I trust the most. Don’t lie to me.

(太子，你醒醒吧!)

so FS successfully sows discord between CP and his brother Prince Han; the Empress passes away (always sickly, but her illness was very much exacerbated upon seeing her beloved sons turn on each other); CP’s wife kills her own sister in what she believes is a beneficial political move for CP; Prince Han’s wife is wrongfully executed; Sheng Chujun is killed and silenced too after he discovers FS’s plans. CP stages a coup against Prince Han. (the man who looks like Chen Ji must only want the best for him, right?) FS gets away with everything and goes to visit CP in prison in episode 51.

AND HERE! HERE! FS is supposed to kill CP; that’s been his goal from the very beginning. CP hasn’t eaten for days in the prison, but FS shows up with a grilled fish and CP eats without a second thought that it could be poisoned.

but. FS has been at CP’s side for so long now. he’s orchestrated CP to lose everything. there is nothing left that CP could give to him but the mere fact that he’s still breathing.

in episode 49, FS poisons Lian Yan’er and Yan Zifang is obviously upset on behalf of blissfully ignorant, head-over-heels Ma Haihu.

FS: I will kill whoever gets in my way.

YZF: What about someone you love? If it was someone you loved, you would be just as ruthless, right?

FS: It is human nature to be greedy and selfish. Where does love come into play? This question—you’ve asked the wrong person.

(but FS’s expression changes. someone he loves? he’s startled, he looks afraid.)

FS ruined CP’s life; and at the same time, gave CP reason to live again. CP started playing weiqi again, his relationship with his wife improved; he started smiling again. there was a passionate fire to him that he never had before (this was his second chance to do everything right, to protect the people he loves!)... the kindling, unfortunately, was his trust in Prince Han and his parents. from episode 39, FS comes in and sits down next to CP after CP trashes his room during his tantrum.

CP: Do you know why I treat you differently from other people?

FS: Because I remind Your Highness of your friend who already passed away—Chen Ji?

CP never stopped loving CJ; he loved Fushui, because he never stopped treating him as Chen Ji. after the failed coup against Prince Han, CP smiles in prison in episode 51 when FS visits him.

CP: It was fate who made us each other's soulmate [知己]. [...] If you can continue living well, I wish that you live your life to the fullest, with both smiles and tears.

how can Fushui bear to take the Crown Prince’s life when he’s received nothing but unwavering trust from him? when he explains who he truly is, when he calls CP foolish for trusting the wrong person, FS is on the brink of tears. his mouth trembles, his breaths shake. when the poison begins to take effect, and CP agonizingly reaches for him, FS takes his hand—just as CP gripped CJ’s lifeless hand so long ago, just as CP reached out to the person he thought was CJ when he fell from his horse. FS takes his hand, sobs, and gives him the antidote.

(Consort Yan’s eunuch is, of course, outraged.

Yu He: If you can’t bear to kill him, then I will!

Fushui: I forbid you. [...] He has nothing left to lose. I forbid you from killing him.)

so, we have the Crown Prince, ruined by his love for Chen Ji—and Fushui, who both took and freely gave the Crown Prince’s life back to him. it’s a love story; it has always been a love story.

and finally, FS gets Ma Haihu killed in episode 53. he picks up the comb MHH carved for Lian Yan’er (a 定情信物!), and when he speaks, ends up telling the story of CP and CJ as well.

There was a woman who sacrificed her life for your bright future. You only needed to enjoy it, yet you took the road of self-destruction.

and then he remembers what CP said to him in the prison in episode 51.

CP: If, in this world, fate truly exists, then so do the hearts of men.

FS remarks now: If you have a heart, you will be easily hurt, or even lose your life.

heartless Fushui, who kills without batting an eye, who nearly upturned the entire Tang dynasty, who doesn’t know of love. in the end, he couldn’t bear to end the Crown Prince’s life.

so, yeah. these three broke my heart. i really wonder what Chen Ji would say to the Crown Prince when they see each other again at last in the afterlife. what the Crown Prince would say to Chen Ji. how violent love can be. what it means to live in someone’s memory. or maybe they would return to the river and spend a long day fishing together again.

#court lady #骊歌行 #cdrama ramblings

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autumnslance · 3 years

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Hey i'm thinking of joining into FF14, I really like the game so far but one thing bothers me. The Charekters in the Story are all white. So i was split between WoW and FF14. I decided to watch every trailer to see the representation of POC. It was disapointing to say the least... So i'm strugeling right now. Should i not play these games because of that. Whats your opinion on that topic. I read your articel an, i think we are on the same page here. Name in ff14 is Brokoolee

With the caveat that I am as white as the wintry weather falling over central Texas this week, and my BIPOC mutuals and followers can certainly chime in on this as needed:

It’s really up to you if a lack of dark-skinned canon NPCs is a deal breaker or not; it is for some people! And that’s understandable. The cinematic trailers, though, for both WoW and FFXIV don’t tend to show their large casts well.

There are darker skinned NPCs in FFXIV, Raubahn being the most noticeable since Louisoix’s gone, but they are few and far between compared to lighter skinned NPCs. Meanwhile, PCs have the freedom to look however one wants.

On one hand, it’s obvious the Japanese devs’ (and EN translators’) own biases--conscious or unconscious--concerning colorism and culture are in play and affect character decisions, oft times for the worse (and sometimes for marketing). There are characters whose skin tones have gotten lighter over time. Characters who are darker skinned being victims of plot trauma, acting villainous, succumbing to “animalistic” rage, and other problematic tropes that do crop up.

On another hand, I know of at least one player here on Tumblr who absolutely loved seeing the Ananta and the nods to their actual real life culture inspiring those characters. So mileage is always going to vary.

WoW has many of the same problems; darker characters that quickly come to mind are often black dragons (the “corrupted” flight) in disguise. The caricature cultures of Tauren and Trolls are cringey. It’s taken them 16 years to add character creation options for Asian and Black faces, skin, and hair for their various races! Kids born during Classic are in high school! And we only NOW get dark skin and cute as heck natural hairstyles!? I mean, better late than never--but also too little too late for many folks.

(I am pleased they made a canon mlm pairing [Fairshaw!] of some longterm and highly visible characters and bluntly stated homophobia has no reason to exist on Azeroth, but again it took 16 years to see it and be told that and for some folks that was just too long to feel like a victory. Meanwhile FFXIV’s commitment to keeping NPCs ambiguous means the only explicitly canon mlm pair we have are optional sidequest NPCs without names; literally everything else is strongly implied yet allowed deniability at the same time and some of that comes down more on localization.)

There’s no ethical consumption under consumerism and all. Many times we have to make our own stories while holding beloved media creators’ feet to the fire. Fellow fans, too, cuz half the reason this is a problem is the racism in fandom; I like the Black Thancred redesigns I’ve seen while knowing he wouldn’t be nearly as popular a fan ship if he looked like that in canon (and even further villainized for his trauma-based reactions but that’s another topic). Especially seeing how few people ship with the darker-skinned NPCs to begin with and how they are often treated poorly, if even remembered, by fandom.

It’s important to not romanticize media we love; it is possible to enjoy a thing while noting its problems and demanding the creators try to do better. But in the end, whichever timesink game you decide to invest in--if either--is a personal choice of what to live with, what to petition for better, and what elements to enjoy as they are. It’s not a beloved character’s fault when their designers and writers do them wrong, after all, nor is it wrong to enjoy a moving story, but we can ask the creators for better. And like in the case of WoW, eventually they may even listen.

#blogging #about me #tumblr #Final Fantasy XIV #World of Warcraft #colorism #Anonymous #discourse

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The Prisoner

The prisoner hasn’t been trained, not like those of us in the Army. She goes from asleep to awake without trying to check surroundings, sits up and blinks. The cell is thick silo cement with a door that could stop a tank, cheap lighting caged to the ceiling and symbols etched into the walls with a blade. She stands and frowns at the walls, ignoring the cold despite the stone slab she’s been placed on without even a pillow or blanket despite my protests. We may not be bound by the Geneva convention, but the code we follow demands more honour even to our enemies than we afforded her.

For that statement, I have been assigned to the surveillance room two doors down from the cell. Sixteen cameras, giving me any view I could want of the prisoner. I have also been entrusted with the Blade, if she somehow escapes. I hold it carefully in my left hand, for it cannot be sheathed. The blade is invisible to the eye, but can cut through anything we know.

The prisoner checks for her phone, walks to the door. Pauses. Gives the door a long stare, then says: “I think I need to talk to whoever is in charge of this place,” without a hint of fear in her voice, as if she is asking for room service. It is impressive, even in a monster.

I buzz the General over the intercom. “The prisoner is awake.”

“Earlier than anticipated, given the drugs,” the general says. I can hear people taking notes in the offices nearby.

“She is asking to speak with whoever is in charge.”

“Is she now. I will be down soon.” The intercom turns off.

It takes almost half an hour for the General to arrive. She has four guards with her, all wearing regulation red and black. The two who open the door have shotguns. The two who enter with the General have pistols and tasers.

The prisoner remains sitting, having done nothing else while waiting.

“This seems excessive,” she murmurs, looking puzzled.

“This is sacred ground,” the General says in a soft tone that isn’t soft at all. “You profane it by existing: you will not speak unless spoken to.”

The prisoner doesn’t even blink, just offers a slight nod.

“Your kind harm the light of the world; we will ensure this does not happen again. You take the Light, and only darkness grows where it has been.”

The prisoner stands, holding the General’s gaze, ignoring both guards. “I think –.”

The general backhands her across the face. “Silence, god-eater,” she growls.

The prisoner looks back, eyes slightly wide. Surprised, but she doesn’t look afraid. The two guards move slightly, weapons at the ready.

“Only demons are calm when unarmed,” the General says. “You may speak.”

“You know who I travel with?” the prisoner says carefully.

“A magician who cheats the universe, for that is all magic is. They abuse the gifts left behind by the Creator, and assume they will pay no price for their crimes.”

The prisoner lets out a sigh. “That’s not –.”

The next backhand involves a closed fist.

The prisoner staggers back with a grunt, hand raised to her cheek. She has gone slightly pale, and gingerly removes a tooth, her left cheek the colour of a bruised twilight.

“Shit,” the prisoner says, very softly and then looks at the General. “Don’t even think about it.”

The General stops before she can attempt anything else. The other guards stop. The prisoner’s voice is tight and commanding, the kind of voice even a god would obey without question.

“Speak another word in that tone,” the General says, “and my people kill you. This I promise you, prisoner.”

And for the first time, the prisoner looks scared to me. Not of the General. Not even of the threat. She rubs her jaw slowly, wincing, gaze studying everyone in the room, and the cameras as well.

“You don’t know,” she says, so softly the microphone barely catches the words. I watch her put her tooth back into her mouth, ignoring the pain she must be in.

The General smiles at the pain and turns and walks out. Everyone follows, the door sealing shut behind them.

The prisoner begins pacing, studying the walls. No longer calm. She looks scared now, but if someone had asked me why I don’t know that I could say.

“You have one more hour on your shift, Acting-Sergeant Barret,” the General says as she passes the room.

I don’t respond. I know the prisoner in the cells kills small gods; we know the damage a god-eater does to the world. But I can’t shake the ‘you don’t know’ and the feeling that the prisoner is scared for us.

I keep the sacred blade in my hand. There is nothing it cannot cut, but the General did not wish to defile it with the blood of a monster.

There is a boy in the cell. He is eleven.

I stare at the screen. The boy is wearing cowboy boots that don’t match, a skirt, and a jacket of so many colours it passes through garish and into something else. He has a toque on his head and two scarves.

I am out the door without thinking of backup: if a demon is present, it will die. That is our duty and I alone have the sacred Blade.

The door to the cell opens as I approach it and the boy blinks at me.

“Ohhhhh. This is weirdy. I don’t meet one of you for a long time,” he says, and my hand is empty.

My left hand is empty, and the sacred treasure is gone.

“I think it got lost,” the boy informs me, as if that makes perfect sense. He turns back to the prisoner. “And after that, we ate four hotdogs and Honcho said I should ask why your phone is off.”

“You ate four hot dogs?” the prisoner says dryly, as if she is not in pain at all, speaking carefully.

“Well, they were pretty hugey and! I was kinda hungry,” the boy says proudly.

He sounds like any boy. He made the Verkan disappear. I step back. I could get help. I don’t know what could help in this.

“Also, this is a weirdy place for an adventure and the Verkonis blade is an ooops but I don’t know that for a lomg time but but but you sound a little funny and –.” The boy stops, looks back at the prisoner. “Charlie?”

“I’m fine, Jay,” the prisoner says.

“They hurt you?” the boy says, and there is nothing save honest shock in his tone.

“They had wards and –.”

The boy gestures with a hand. Every single ward in the cell is gone as if they never existed at all.. The gesture is short and sharp. “They don’t now,” he says, as if this was a fact about the universe.

The boy is in front of me. I didn’t see or sense him move. He stares up at me, no longer smiling. “You didn’t hurt Charlie. You wanted her to have a blanket.”

“Jay,” the pris – Charlie – says behind him.

The boy doesn’t look back at Charlie. He looks up at the ceiling, and I’m certain he’s seeing the General as if the walls didn’t exist at all. His voice is as cold as his expression when he speaks. “They won’t hurt anyone ever again.”

“They weren’t jaysome,” Charlie says as she walks toward him, and her voice has that same authority she used on the General, as easily as breathing: “But hurting them won’t be jaysome either.”

The boy turns his head toward her slowly. There is tension in the movement.

Charlie stops, not trying to hide her fear. “Jay. You’ve hurt people to protect me. And I’ve done the same to protect you. But hurting people because you want to, because it would feel good – that’s not a Jay you want to be.”

“Oh!”

“Yes,” Charlie says, not trying to hide her relief.

“I almost did a hugey oops!”

“A hugey one,” Charlie repeats, her voice faint.

The boy doesn’t notice her fear of him. “I didn’t do it though but they don’t get to hurt anyone again so I’ll chat with them and they won’t!”

He vanishes.

I make a noise. I think I tried to say a question.

Charlie holds out a hand, and her cell phone is in it. “Jay would be worried if I lost my cell phone, so it seems I haven’t lost it.” She sounds amused, but the fear is deep under that as she presses one number.

“It’s me. Fanatics who thought being a god-eater meant I ate pieces of their God. Something like that. Jay is lecturing them.” She pauses. “A tooth. He hasn’t noticed that yet, but he got rid of the wards on the place.”

And Charlie touches her jaw, then nods slowly. “I ate the space between my gum and tooth. It will hold until you can figure out some magic to heal the damage. Jay just thinks I was bruised, or this place wouldn’t be here anymore. Okay. Keep an eye on him.”

She hangs up her phone and puts it in a pocket. “You should leave now. Whatever you felt this Army was, it’s not really that at all. And it won’t exist by the end of the day: that kind of ignorance can’t be permitted.”

“I don’t –.” And I have no idea what to say at all.

Jay appears. “I fixed lots of bindings and I’ll have to talk to Honcho cuz I broke some rules I think and! someone gave me a lot of their teeth and said sorry?!”

“They probably thought you were a tooth fairy,” Charlie says.

“I bet I could be one because bindings!” And the boy vanishes again.

“.... I’m going to pay for that idea for weeks.” Charlie walks toward the stairs. “The entities you call ‘demons’ are from Outside the universe, mostly. I’ve never liked the term: there’s evil enough here as it is. They have some small power. Jay is from far, far Outside and has decided I am his friend.”

The door to the basement of the old church opens without her touching it, as if the church that was once a missile silo is eager for her to leave.

“The General didn’t –.”

Charlie turns. I step back from the expression her face. “If I had died, there is a very good chance Jay would have unmade this entire area,” she says. “And if you were very, very lucky it would have ended there.”

I open my mouth. Close it.

“There is a very good chance that if I die, Jay could unmake this entire world without realizing it. And you people were ignorant that he existed at all. I’d wonder who is actually in charge, and what they meant to happen. Every hotel owner in the world knows about Jay. He is a code that the police have in many places, and your holy army didn’t even know he travelled with me. I’d consider what that means.”

She turns back and walks up the stairs.

I don’t follow. I go back int the surveillance room.

Jay is visible in every camera, making silly faces like any kid would.

I thank him for that, and he is gone from the screens.

I sit in the chair. I stare at the cell.

I am crying when Corporal Anders finds me. She doesn’t say a word.

We leave without a single look back at the church, and I wonder if freedom is only in being able to walk away.

I don’t think so. I don’t know what it is. But I think I want to find out, if only so that the next time I meet Jay, I am a far better person than the one he met today.

#writing #prose #magician series

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gaillol-13 · 3 years

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ITTHIGSS AU

Cartoon encounter.

Part 3 of this (part 2) Swear warning!

*sigh* "it just doesn't make any sense!"

I've been trying to figure out who that guy is for a while now, ever since I got home from the interview today. It just seemed like something out of a horror film, I don't understand. And they sounded so much like...no. I sat down for a moment to look at the pictures I took, and tried to recall what happened in the room with the tv (and the closet).

"Ok, so blood was coming out of the Tv," I spoke "I heard the killer walking towards me, with their arms out to grab me. They're voice sounded static-like, they were humming the Captoon's theme song. And then one of the police officers went in the room, the humming stopped, I looked in the closet but they were gone...they..."

I sighed.

"They sounded so much like Benjamin, like, identical, the only difference is the static. But, he's been dead for almost a year now, it just doesn't make any sense..."

"Beb-beeep, beb-beeeeep!!! Movement detected!!!"

What?! Theres someone trying to get in the house? I immediately check the security cameras but find no one there. The only evidence is the broken steel doors and a note, I zoomed in on it to get a closer look at what it said, I turned pale.

"Bonjournie~ Mr.Melvin :)"

That's what the note said, and the paper had the same static texture as the hammer piece I had.

The same person who killed those criminals is here, and I'm next.

"MOTHER FUCKER!!!" I screamed, "Why? Why me?! Why is this guy targeting me?! Of course, its because I know too much, I should have just kept quiet, I should have just said they committed suicide, that would have made more sense than a cannibalistic cartoon-loving prick by slaughtering them with nooses and a fucking rubber hammer!!! But noooo! I have to open my big mouth and now this fucker's gonna kill me!!! GOD DAMN IT!!!!"

I tried my best to calm down, it's not easy to think if I'm going into my dinosaur brain. Okay, everything is going to be fine, he must have a weakness, everybody has one. I have lots of inventions that could be good in the situation I'm in, I just gotta think of a plan. Think Melvin think, if I were a cannibal who loves captoon, what would be my weakness?

Hmm... I looked around my room, I spotted one a bottle of paint thinner, huh. I saw this in a game once, thinner can dissolve paint, which is what cartoon characters are made out of. I thought for a moment.

He likes the Captoon cartoon, and George and Harold made that cartoon. So if I'm gonna get this guy, (I cant believe I'm about to say this) I gotta think like George and harold.

Aww hell with it!

I grabbed the thinner bottle and loaded it in a spray gun, its ridiculous, but it's my best shot. And who knows, maybe some of the robot guards took care of him already.

*THUD!!*

"OW! @%#$!!!!"

What was that?! I mean, it was obviously a cry out in pain coming from downstairs (the living room to be exact), but AFTER it sounded like a beeping sound butchered by radio static. But that didn't matter now, the fact is that this guy is in my house, I have a plan (sort of), and I'm ready for whatever is down there.

I grabbed my flashlight and slowly made my way downstairs, he could be anywhere. I turned the lights in the hallway on, no one was there though. I looked in the kitchen, as expected, the fridge was open and most of the food in there was gone, and all of the leftover guac had vanished (THAT really caused a shiver to go down my spine). When I got close to the living room, I heard a noise, or more specifically, music.

I went in the living room to find the TV playing the Captoon theme song, huh. Guess I was right about him liking that, I grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.

T h e m u s i c d i d n ' t s t o p .

Almost paralyzed with fear, I pressed the off button again, still playing, pressed it again, still going. No matter how many times I pressed it, the music kept playing. It only took me one second to realize the music was coming from behind me...along with that same feeling I had back at the abandoned school...

Oh no...

Before I could turn around, I felt something wrap around me, I looked down, I saw an arm.

Yeah, that's right, an arm was wrapping around my torso. How did I know it was an arm, at the end of it there was a gloved hand, gloved...it sorta gave me rubberhose cartoon vibes. Come to think of it, the arm was fully white like a rubberhose, I would have thought about it more I wasn't in peril.

"AAA-MMF!!!" I tried to scream, but the hand covered my mouth in an instant. The arm was fully wrapped around me now, only leaving my head uncovered.

I kicked and squirmed around trying to escape, no dice. The arm slowly turned me around, I soon realized that the arm was waaayyy longer than I previously thought. It stretched all the way to the far side of the hallway where there was nothing but darkness, nothing except...two...eyes...staring at me.

These weren't normal dot eyes, hohooohh nooo! These had the pupils and the sclera!!! And they were huge!! Who was this guy? No, scratch that. WHAT was this guy?! Forgive me for being Captain Obvious here, but there no fucking way this...thing is human!!

He was walking towards me, I squeezed my eyes shut, shit, I'm fucked. I'm going to be food, I could already see the headlines. "Class S Melvin sneedly (aka the smartest and sexiest man alive) becomes human Foie Gras to rubberhose monster". This is my end!!!

Then he (or it, I don't even know anymore) spoke.

"Shhhh, calm down."

What? Calm down?! I opened my eyes, he was still walking towards me, his eyes still the only things I could see. They looked...guilty.

"I know your scared right now." He continued

"Mmff mfm mff!!" I muffled sarcastically, it roughly translated to "NO SHIT SHERLOCK!!!", and he knew it. As he became more and more visible, I froze.

The clothes...

The body figure...

The toupee...

He was a spitting image of Benjamin, except the eyes I mentioned earlier (which now revealed that he had pie-slice pupils). And there was no color, only shades of white (his skin), grey, and black...I was filled with shock...which then shifted to seething anger.

What right does this asshole have to impersonate MY boss?! NONE!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! I kicked at him furiously while delivering muffled screeching. Who the hell does he think he is?!

"Melvin please calm down-OW!"

I bit his gloved hand, he's NOT gonna tell me what to do.

"DONT "MELVIN" ME!!" I screamed "YOU CANT JUST WALTZ IN HERE THINKING I'LL LISTEN TO YOU, ESPECIALLY AFTER WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CRIMINALS YOU VILE POMPOUS CANNIBALISTIC PRICK!!! WHO ARE YOU?! WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO EVEN BE?! WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE BENJAMIN?! AND WHATS YOU LAST MEAL REQUEST CUZ OOOOOHHH DEAR SWEET DAV PILKEY AM I GONNA REPORT YOUR ASS!!!"

He gave gave me a look that was a combination of surprise, pity, scared, and impressed.

"Gosh," I heard him mutter under his static breath "that last bit kinda rhymed..".

How is this happening, when did I become prisoner of a cartoon monstrosity. Why, how. This doesn't-...then it clicked.

"This is a dream."

"Wha?"

It's the only reasonable explanation.

"This isnt real, of course. What was I thinking."

I breathe the sigh of relief, phew.

"Why else would you look like Benjamin, it's obvious my subconscious is missing him, and the reason why your a cartoon is because I've been watching captoon too much. And why are you after me? Because it's just my subconscious being guilty of Benjamin's death, like I felt responsible, like I was supposed to be there with him when it happened. It all makes sense!!"

The behemoth rolled his eyes, but that didn't matter. What matters is that this isnt real, it's just a horrible nightmare. I dont know when I fell asleep (probably when I passed out stress-eating all those croissants at the interview), but either way I'm glad that it will be over---

"OW!!!"

I felt something sharp jab me in the arm, I looked to see his gloved hand, only a little different. The pointer finger was longer and the tip was pointy, sorta like and overgrown fingernail. Either way, it hurt, and he was still there, this wasn't a dream, it was real life.

"Real enough for ya?" All I could do was nod as I watched the finger retract and return to its proper form and shape, then I heard him sigh.

"Look, they're going to search the abandoned school so I need a place to stay-" I cut him off. "Give me ONE good reason why I shouldn't call the authorities."

"Cuz they would never believe you."

I opened my mouth to protest, but then i thought for a moment. He was right, they wouldn't. There was a saying in the book Our Lord Dav, where he quoted "people can be too smart for their own good" which ment if someone was too smart, they would become insane. The police might think just that if I tell them theres a living cartoon in my house.

"Please," I looked back up at him. Seeing his sad, pleading face. "I just need to hide hear for a bit, just a lil bit. I know I'm the last guy you wanna trust right now, especially after last night. But...*sigh*... I REALLY need your help...just let me stay."

I was speechless, I was starting to doubt that this was the same person that killed those criminals. His expression seemed so...bonafide. Pupils dilated to a sorrow filled manner, lips trembling, it felt like the equivalent of looking at a sad puppy. But...how do I know I should trust him.

"Your not gonna kill me?"

"Of course not!!!" He protested, by now the arm he had wrapped around me was retracted back to him, but I really wasn't paying attention. "I'm not a monster!!!"

Not a monster? My eyes narrowed.

He then rubbed the back of his head, chuckling nervously, "I guess I am if you define a monster as a creature that defies the laws of physics and nature, heh. But I'm talking about one that's heartless, ruthless, and selfish."

His eyes then darted away and his face suddenly became sour. His tone changed completely.

"Like the @*#%$, Theodore..."

Theres only one person I know who could sound and act like that when the subject was Ted murdsly...

I threw myself at him in an embrace, eyes filled with tears...

"You are Benjamin..."

I was both in shock and joy. I couldn't believe my boss was alive...I started sobbing.

"I miss you so much..."

I felt him hug me back.

"Heh, miss ya too Mel. It's been very lonely, even with him around, it's nice to see an old friend again..."

I started crying into his shoulder, I was so relieved. For one, I now know that I'm not gonna be dinner. Two, the others will be thrilled to hear that their favorite grumpy boss is back (especially her. If you catch my drift). But I thought for a moment...

"What do you mean by "even with him around"?"

He then lead me to a chair, "sit down, and let me tell you how I'm alive."

So he told me...and dear dav is it a doozy.

So after Benjamin died, George and harold were starting the Captoon cartoons, they had the help of dressy. But in the making of the first tape reel of season 1, dressy sprinkled some dust on it, making Captoon sentient. Then the boys took it to Benjamin's gravestone, and placed it there. Then lightning struck the tape and it started to melt, along with the world in it.

In major pain, Captoon got out of the tape and into Benjamin's corpse, sort of merging with it. Another lightning struck the same spot again. And since dead people come back to life when they get zapped with electricity in cartoons, thats exactly what happened to Benjamin.

He wakes up, they meet, he tells him how he died (turns out it wasn't an accident), and Captoon gets an idea. Since he needs a physical body to stay in (cuz otherwise he would melt and die), and Benjamin needs Captoon's cartoon physiques to stay alive, they become one. Becoming Krupptoon.

It finally made sense now.

"So now you know." Krupptoon said, then grabbed a nearby glass and drunk from it. Then he noticed my mind-blown expression.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just...alot to take in. Does that mean your dead body is still in you?"

"Uh-huh, wanna see?"

Intrigued, I nodded, after what I saw last night, this wont really effect me. Then his head began to shift, the white static-like skin seemed to dissolve. Revealing a pale, bloody, and very very dead head.

The left side (his left side) of the head had the skull smashed open showing that parts of the brain were missing, and pretty much almost all of the left side (again, his left) of the head looked like it was demolished from impact.

His eye (on his right) looked lifeless, yet it had a distinct green glow, don't know why. Oh yeah, and it smelled, it smelled repulsive.

I felt the urge to puke which he immediately took notice of and grabbed a nearby bucket, then he gave it to me.

5 minutes and 43 seconds of vomiting later... I looked at him for a closer inspection.

"Hmm, it seems only the left side is affected."

He then reached into his pocket, pulled out a magnifying glass and handed it to me. I then used it.

"Your frontal lobe is severely injured, that would explain why you only move in rubberhose, your Broca's Area seems fine. Same with the Sensory area and Parietal lobe. Your Temporal lobe looks pretty damaged..."

I went quiet...

"Whats wrong?" He said that with his decayed mouth barely moving.

It took me a while to try to get the words out.

"T-thats the lobe that contains memories. Benjamin...do you remember anything?"

His face fell, "Oh,". He then put his hand on his chin, "Well, I remember you, and George and harold. Ted (though I wish I didn't), my identity, how I died...". He then plopped down on the ground, his face returning to its cartoony appearance. Trying to recall, then his eyes lit up. "I...remember Edith..."

And boy what happened next was quite a site. His hand dropped to the side, a shade of gray crept up his face, hearts started floating around him, and I swear I could hear a romantic saxophone playing. I covered my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

"What?" He turned his attention to me, I simply pointed upwards at the hearts floating around. His eyes went wide and he made a noise that can only be defined as a startled dog and immediately started shooing them away with his arms, his face now flashing dark grey and white in embarrassment.

"I-ITS NOT LIKE THAT!!" He yelped in a panicked tone, but I knew otherwise.

"Oh suuuuure~!" I said playfully, "Its not like you visit her in the lunchroom every day,or that you give her extra credit, or that you try to make her food everyday!"

With every example I said, he got grayer and grayer. So I kept going.

"Or that you hide a bunch of gifts around her office, or that you're always happy when she's around 24/7, or that you secretly write about how much you want to be with her forever in your journal!"

"HOW DID YOU GET MY JOURNAL?!?!" He started shrieking and becoming a charcoal grey, sweating, and flustered mess. And it was hilarious! And it lasted a good 5 minutes.

"Joking aside, you REALLY don't remember anything else, like your job?"

"I have a job?" He cocked his head and gave me a confused look.

"Nevermind." I decided it was nothing to worry about now, so I quickly dismissed that subject. Then I heard him sigh again.

"The main reason I came here is for your help, your help to kill crime."

I was confused, "why would you need my help, you have the ability to do it on your own."

He gave me a classic Captoon smile, "Because it's like I said in the cartoons" he stood up and did the pose, "it's more fun to bring justice with friends!". He then pulled me up off the chair and put his gloved hands on my shoulders.

"You, me, George and harold, and the others can stop evil in its tracks! Sure, I could do it alone. But what the heck is living if you don't do it with your chums! Buds! Home slices! Homies! Pals! Bros! ETC!!!"

Honestly, I was very moved. I usually dont get touched, but...I haven't felt like I had friends, at all (I always felt so alone). And the fact that my boss (who's also Captoon himself) considers me as a good friend is enough to make me emotional.

"So Melvin Sneedly!!! Are you gonna join this crazy but exciting ride of adventure and mystery with me?!"

"Y-YES!!!" My voice cracked a bit, but that didn't matter now.

"ALRIGHTY!!! THEN WE'LL START TOMORROW!!! BECAUSE IM TIRED!!"

Man, he said that Captoon only moved their body, but THAT moment had to disagree. I sas honestly thrilled to start working with a superhero...but then the moment took a different direction when he gave me a smug look.

"Now what did you mean by you watching that Captoon cartoon too much?"

"Now wait just a minute-"

He then laughed and patted me on the back "ight, see ya tomorrow."

I headed towards upstairs to my room "goodnight."

I didn't know what I was getting into, but whatever it was, for once I'm ready for anything!!!

End of fic

Whooooo! That took a while, but it was worth it. Now with the introductions out of the way, I can finally make some memes!

#captain underpants #krupp #melvin #ITTHIGSS AU #writing #krupptoon #captoon

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