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wenigstenshabeichesversucht · 2 months

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A force more powerful than gravity

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU, where you can feel the pain of your soulmate, and it looks like yours is a reckless idiot.

Warnings: angst, hurt, cliffhanger, english is not my native language

Word Count: 3.3k

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There was nothing but silence as a searing pain pierced your left shoulder. It felt like a small object sought his way through your flesh with force. Before you could realize what was happening, the world around you exploded in pain. Panicking, you tried you gasp for air, but everything hurt so much. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think, all you could do was let out a shrill scream.

Hurried footsteps sounded near you and the next moment someone sank to the ground next to you. You hadn't even noticed that you had fallen to the floor. There was just too much pain.

“Y/N where are you hurt?”, freaking out, your best friend and teammate roamed her hands over your body, searching for a wound, that would explain the pain you felt. But you knew that she wouldn’t find any. It wasn’t physical pain you felt, at least for you.

Things looked completely different for your soulmate. He got hurt, bad like it seems, and it was his pain you felt. You weren’t new to his pain. He got often hurt, and sometimes you asked yourself if he was just reckless or if he hated the idea of soulmates so much, that he intentionally injured himself. This was of course an awful thought, but when you laid in bed, crying silently while trying just to breathe through the pain, you couldn’t help yourself. What if your soulmate hated you even before meeting you? You couldn't blame him, not when you hated him sometimes yourself.

Last year alone, he got shocked with electricity, ghost touched, punched and cut in various body regions and one time it even felt like he survived an explosion. First you thought he was an agent like yourself, but after the last year you weren’t sure that he may have been involved in illegal activities.

“Y/N?”, the urgent voice of your best friend Willa, brought you back to the presence, where nothing more than a sea full of pain was waiting for you. The waves were crashing over you, threatening to pull you down and never let you go, and for a short moment you just wanted to let them take you. But you knew better than this. Sharply breathing in and out, you fought not to lose your consciousness.

“It’s him”, you managed to whisper.

“This asshole”, Willa muttered under her breath, but you heard her nevertheless. If you weren’t in so much pain, you maybe had laughed, an asshole indeed.

“I think he got shot, and then felt from a great height.”

“Fuck, that must hurt like hell.”

Indeed, it did.

“We should get you to safety before your pain attracts any ghosts. Can you stand?”

You felt like dying, but if you wouldn’t move, you could actually die. To avoid situations like this, soulmates at Fittes didn’t work at the same time. But you were pretty sure, that your soulmate didn’t work at Fittes, otherwise you would have found him long ago. Fittes even had a data bank where they could compare the pain you felt with other agents’ injuries. But so far there had been no match. That meant your soulmate was either not an agent or an agent at a small agency without access to the data bank.

“Help me up”, the pain was still pulsing through your body, made it hard to breathe, but with a soulmate like yours, you had learned how to function with pain. Breathing heavily, you let Willa pull you up from the floor. At least your movement didn’t affect the pain because it wasn’t your pain, you just felt it.

You only managed to walk three steps, before a new hot pain shot up your left arm. With an agonizing yell you staggered against the next wall. In a blink of an eye Willa was next to you.

“It’s not your pain, breath through it”, easy to say for someone whose soulmate wasn’t in this line of work and therefore wasn’t often injured. But you held back the cruel worlds, which were already laying on the tip of your tongue. Biting your teeth together, you continued your way to the iron circle your team had set up early this night. You wouldn’t let him wear you down, not today, not tomorrow.

Whatever your soulmate did that night, three days later it still hurt. Not as much as at the beginning, but enough to curse him in silence. Didn’t he know what painkillers were? For the first two days it wasn’t bearable, but tonight you would venture out in the night again to hunt some ghost.

“You will not believe what Christ just told me”, interrupting you in the research for tonight’s case, Willa plopped down next to you. Curious, you tilted your head. Chris was another Fittes agent. He and Willa weren’t soulmates, but that didn't stop them from dating. According to Willa, life was too short to wait for this one special person, who apparently was your perfect match. She wasn’t exactly wrong. Not everyone met his soulmate, some felt the pain of their soulmate their entire life without ever crossing parts, others felt a very strong pain, before they never felt anything again over this connection. You knew a few agents, whose soulmates died before meeting them.

“And?”

“Three nights ago, when you did feel this agonizing pain, Quill was apparently on a mission where an agent was shot before falling down a shaft.”

For a short moment, your heart stopped beating. Could that mean? Without minding your work, you jumped on your feet. You had to find Quill Kipps. Maybe he had the answers you were searching for so long. You didn't even dare to hope, but nevertheless your heart was skipping a beat as you hurried away.

You didn’t know where to find Quill Kipps, you just started running and to your surprised you found him not long after. Like it was fate. Maybe he was really the missing key to find your soulmate. You didn’t want to get your hopes high, but you couldn’t help yourself. When you came to a stop in front of Quill, you were excited.

“Y/N, is everything ok?”, worried Quill’s soft eyes locked at you and for a moment you hesitated. You and Quill weren’t friends, he was Chris best friend and you Willa’s, therefore you talked a few times. Through Willa, you knew that Quill lost his soulmate a few years ago without ever meeting them. This was a fate you didn’t wish on your worst enemy. Now asking Quill about your soulmate, he might consider as rude. And you didn’t want to be rude, but you had to know!

“Three nights ago, did the agent get shot in his left shoulder?”, you blurred out and for a moment Quill just opened and closed his mouth confused.

“You think he is your soulmate?”, stunned, Quill blinked and didn’t answer your question.

“Three nights ago, I felt a piercing pain in my left shoulder followed by bone crushing pain, like I felt from a very far height”, you explained, and Quill looked dumbfounded at you, like you grew a second head. Unsure if you weren't making a fool of yourself, you closed your mouth. Maybe your theory was too far-fetched. Without realizing it, you started to play nervously with your hair.

With something in his eyes, you could only describe as pity, Quill took a step in your direction. Before he even opened his mouth, you knew what he would say. Nevertheless, it hurt, and that's why you didn't want to get your hopes up.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but he isn’t your soulmate and to be honest you can be glad about it.”

After this event, life went on. And on its way at some point Willa managed to convince you to start dating. You knew that your soulmate was still somewhere out there, on occasion you still felt his pain, but you didn’t meet. A part of you was afraid that you would never meet your soulmate and because you didn’t want to die alone, you let Willa convince you to go on a double date with her, Chris and Quill.

It was a lovely day in the late summer, and the four of you were sitting outside a small café, sipping on your lemonade. It felt strange to be on a date with someone who wasn’t your soulmate. But at least there wasn’t the possibility, that Quill would leave you for his soulmate. That thought made you feel like a bad person.

Taking a big sip from your lemonade to wash down the bitter taste in your mouth, you tried to listen to the story Quill was telling. Something about a case he and his team managed to successfully solve. But you got distracted by the appearance of a tall dark hair boy in a dress shirt. Anthony Lockwood, founder of Lockwood and Co., and a thorn in the side of all other agents in London. You had been lucky enough not to have to work with him so far, but you knew the stories. He was a reckless idiot without any sense of safety. He was also the agent who got himself at Quill’s case shot and fell down the shaft. Noticing your distraction Quill followed your gaze.

“Oh hell no”, he muttered next to you, so quiet that you almost didn’t catch it.

“Just ignore him”, you suggested, but even for you, it was hard to look away from Lockwood. He had something you couldn’t describe that was screaming for your attention.

“You are right, where was I?”, without waiting for an answer, Quill plunged back into the story. Tearing your gaze away from Lockwood, you took another sip from your lemonade.

Five boring minutes passed, Quill was still telling his story, when you suddenly felt a sharp pain in your shin. Interrupting Quill, you let out a surprised yelp.

“Sorry my Soulmate-”, you started, your mouth once again faster than your brain. Then you remembered that you were on a date and shouldn’t mention him. However, before you could apologize, you got interrupted.

“Did you just feel how I hit my shin?”, non-other than Anthony Lockwood nervously asked, after he appeared by your table. Too stunned to speak anyone was just gawking at him. Quill was the first to catch himself.

“Get lost Tony!”

“I wasn’t talking to you, stop interfering”, Lockwood shot back, before his brown eyes found yours.

“You are crashing my date, so it’s my good right to interfere!”, with a red face, Quill pushed his chair back, and it looks like both were ready to fight. But before it could escalate, you did the only thing you could think about, you pinched yourself.

“Ow, what was that for?”, rubbing his arm, Lockwood’s gaze shot to you.

“You felt it?” Slowly Lockwood nodded and you couldn’t believe it. He was your soulmate! You finally found him. But you didn’t feel happy, like you always had imagined. You just felt betrayed and angry. Only seeing red, you whipped your head around to Quill.

“You lied to me! You told me he wasn’t my soulmate.” Fighting back the tears, you slowly stood up. “Just to get me on a date?”

“Of course not, I didn't tell you to protect you. Everybody who gets too close to Tony ends up in a grave.”

Everything next happened way too fast for you to react. Lockwood spun around to punch Quill in the jaw. While Quill stumbled back, your hand burned with pain. You didn’t even know the identity of your soulmate five minutes ago, and he already hurt you again.

Before Quill could get a punch at Lockwood, you pushed between the two boys. You had felt enough pain for a lifetime, you didn’t need to feel them fight.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I will not punch him back, unlike him, I don't want to hurt you”, snarled Quill behind you, but you only had eyes for Lockwood. Under your gaze he seemed to shrink.

“My life would have been so much better, if you weren’t my soulmate”, your voice was laced with poison, and as if he had been burned, Lockwood recoiled. Without waiting for a response, you did the thing you could do best, you started running.

You didn’t know how long you were running. You only stopped when no breath was left in your lungs and your legs were burning. Unknowingly, your legs had brought you to a park. Collapsing on a park bench, you closed your eyes exhausted.

As a kid, you often had imagined how you would meet your soulmate. Never would have you expect a situation like this. You should be happy, but you never felt more lost.

The wind was rustling the leaves about your head, and took a deep breath in.

You had set your trust in the wrong people, again. You had hoped for too much, again. You had been an idiot, again. Your mother always said that everyone got what he deserved. You had always asked yourself what you had done to deserve all this pain. Slowly, one single tear ran down your cheek. You could have just gotten your answers, but you ran away again, like always when things got hard. No backbone, your mother would say, if she could see you now. Lost, you wrapped your arms around your frame. Another tear dropped down your cheek. Sniffing, you wiped it off.

“Are you ok?”, his voice startled you. Surprised, you looked up, to see through your veil of tears Lockwood standing unsure next to your bench. Did you look like you were ok? A mean remark was already on the tip of your tongue, but you had already told him that you were better off without him as a soulmate, there wasn’t much more to say. Therefore, you just shook your head. Nothing was ok, but someday you would be fine with it.

“I know it’s a lot to take in. I was always hoping to meet you, but never taught it would just happen so random”, he rambled on, and your eyes widened in surprise. He had hoped to meet you? After all this pain he put you trough, he wanted you as soulmate? You always thought he hated you.

“I’m so happy to finally meet you. I always welcomed your pain with open arms, because every time I felt your pain I knew, that somewhere out there, there is someone for me, and I’m not alone.”

That was everything you had always wanted to hear from your soulmate. He wanted you. But why weren’t you happy? Why wasn’t this enough?

Standing up, you looked up to him. Although there were dark circles under his eyes, adorning his face, he appeared wide awake, and his eyes sparkled. A sparkle you would probably dim with what you had to say next.

“You hurt me over and over again. And now knowing it was you, I can’t help but think, you could have avoided getting hurt, but you didn’t care. So, tell me, why should I be happy?”

As if you had hit him, Lockwood stumbled back. You had learned long ago that words could hurt just as much as punches. And a small part of you was satisfied to cause him pain.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered and looked at you like a kicked puppy. Of course, looking at him, you couldn’t help but feel bad.

“You are right, I could have been a little bit less reckless, but I never thought about it. Can you give me another chance?”, you couldn’t say no to the look he gave you, and you didn’t want to. The bond that tied you together could only be cut through the dead of one of you. If there was even the slightest chance that this could work with the two of you, you had to try it.

“Yes, but please don’t hurt me again.”

“I will not, I swear!”

You agreed that if Lockwood stopped being so reckless and hurting himself all the time, you would go on a date after a month. He stuck to the agreement exemplary. Of course, you felt his pain every now and then, but that came with the job and was totally ok.

At the end, it was you, who brought both of you agonizing pain. It was a case at a graveyard. Besides your team were two other Fittes teams and, to your surprise, Lockwood and Co. set on this. The fifteen of you should comb the cemetery and look for the source of the spirit that terrorized the resting place and the surrounding houses.

As you discussed the division of the teams, you could feel Lockwood’s gaze burning on your skin, but you didn't dare look over at him. If your supervisor found out he was your soulmate, you would be taken off the case. You couldn't risk that. And it looked like, Lockwood understood it, because he didn’t try to approve you.

It should have been an easy case. The graveyard was, besides this one source, already cleared. It was one ghost against fifteen of you. If it hadn't been for that relic man.

As his knife pierced your skin, your only thought was Lockwood. Hopefully he wasn't fighting the ghost. Hopefully your carelessness wouldn't result in him being ghost touched. Clutching the wound, you sagged to the ground. Only your second thought was about yourself. You would die. Even while you tried to apply pressure to the wound, you could feel the warm blood running through your fingers. It was running away, and you couldn’t hold on to it. You would die before help could arrive. You would die before you could go on a date with Anthony Lockwood.

“Oh shit, Y/N, stay with me”, you’ve never had seen Willa like this in your life. Full on panic mode, she let herself fall next to you on the ground.

“Stay with me!”, without warning, she pressed down on your wound, and it hurt like hell. Yelling, you tried to push her off, but she remained stubborn.

“You will not die on me, I will not let you”, she cried, and her tears were dripping down her face and mixing with your blood. You were also crying. Reaching for her wrist, you left a bloody trail.

“I’m afraid”, you whispered, and it was true. Never in your life you had felt such fear, not the first time Lockwood got seriously hurt, and you didn't understand why everything hurt, not in your childhood when your mother yelled and yelled.

“Help is already on its way, and I will not leave your side. I will stay with you, and you will stay with me. Deal?”

You tried to smile, more for Willa’s sake than yours.

“Deal”, you lied, knowing that this was a promise you couldn’t keep.

But before Willa could say something else, hurried footsteps sounded and then Lockwood stumbled in your direction. His right hand was pressed to his lower abdomen, where you had been stabbed.

“I’m sorry”, you cried as he dropped down next to you. It was never your intention to hurt him. And nothing hurt more than losing a soulmate.

“It will be ok, you will be ok”, softly he caressed your hair, and it sounded like he was telling this more to himself than to you.

“I’m sorry”, you repeated, as you tried to fight the lightheadedness that wanted to take over your body.

“I can't lose you too, please stay with me”, Lockwood begged, and, in the distance, you heard the sirens. Help was really on its way; you just had to hold on a little longer, endure the pain for just a little longer. But you could feel your time running out. Before the darkness could take you, you forced yourself to one last smile.

“If we had more time, I would certainly have loved you”, you whispered, before you welcomed the darkness with open arms.

To be continued

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octuscle · 11 months

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I've wanted to report this for awhile honestly. I'm the school's math team captain and I think the football coach is using the Chronivac illegally. Basically, whenever one of his players gets injured, he "borrows" one of the people from our math team and turns them into an exact copy of the injured player- including mentally. All of my friends are complete dumbasses now and don't even remember who they used to be! I've gone to the department chair about this but they want to keep the secret because they don't want us losing the state championship. Apparently, it gets a lot of money for the school and everyone bets on our team to win. But this isn't right, so I was hoping you could do something about it.

I have three basic comments to make at the outset: First, no one can be transformed into an exact copy of another. We are required by law that fingerprints must not change. But that is only in passing. Second, I can't find in your two teammates (or should I say "math bros" now?) that they look like complete dumbasses. To me, they make a pretty satisfied impression after training.

But last but not least: Of course nobody should use the Chronivac to change people for their own benefit against their will.

A pal from the legal department talked to the school management. It is indeed the case that you have agreed in the school bylaws to the use of Chronivac for the benefit of the school. So it's all legal. But we voted on two amendments. First, the injured football jocks will join you on the math team as nerds. After all, a few sprains or bruises shouldn't be harmful. And once the injury has subsided, both involved will be transformed back. And both can remember the time in the other body. Should be quite a cool experience. Think of it as a kind of experiment…

And speaking of that… One halfback is expected to be out for two weeks. Tendon strain. Oh, you don't know what uh tendon strain is? you don't have to. You just need to know what uh halfback haz to do. Great ass you got, by da way. Your football bros noticed it, too. But you know that yourself, you don't drop da soap in da shower for nothing.

go for it n make da coach n da math team proud!

#male tf #chronivac #muscle tf #reality change

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rexc0re · 11 months

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I second guess the game I play, Did I make a mistake?

Summary: Rgbtrio but brothers!!! It’s November 4th. Ranboos birthday, and his exploring loving brothers Sneeg and Charlie have taken them to explore an abandoned mall. Sadly, our hero and his brothers don’t exactly get their happy ending.

A/N: There are so many goddamn words in this and i don’t know if they make sense my bad. Also do not expect grammatically correct writing. anyways reblogs and notes are appreciated!!! :3 ((please let me know if there are any warnings i should add))

Warnings: Angst, GORE ANALYSIS/descriptions of an injury that includes: blood, teeth, brain injury?, choking, and extreme heat?

“Anddd you’re sure this is perfectly legal.” “Nope! Absolutely not. This is perfectly illegal.” Ranboo sighed as Sneeg continued to press his hands against the locked door. “I think it’ll be fun! Maybe we’ll find a spooky demon oooo” Charlie, the middle child who is always enthusiastic, said whilst wiggling his eyebrows at his younger brother. Ranboo rolled his eyes and called out, “Do you got that door open yet?? It’s cold man and I wanna get home for cake.” A loud crash was heard and Charlie and Ranboo turned to see Sneeg holding a brick infront of the crushed door.

“Did you just…” “Don’t question my ways Ran. You gotta live a little you’re 19 now time is gonna start wasting you if you keep wasting it.” “Yeah yeah well if we set off an alarm and the police come or something im going to place the blame on both of you.” A loud and dramatic gasp came from Charlie beside him. “You’d never!!! You’ve got too much love in your big heart to leave behind your dear older brothers.” “Mhm mhm sure, c’mon let’s go explore your big mall.”

The mall was large, cold, and empty. Not the exciting abandoned mall Ranboo was expecting. “This is what you two dragged me here for?? There’s like…nothing here.” “Calm your horses Ran we’re not even past this main hall.” Sneeg replied, a little further up ahead than Charlie and Ranboo.

As they walked Ranboo couldn’t help but notice the random things that seemed…out of place. You’d think an abandoned mall littered with boxes and random fake looking prop toys would seem normal. But it didn’t.

“This place is really off, do either of you notice that?” “You’re paranoid Ran, you’re goody-two-shoes mentality is making you feel that way.” Charlie said with a smirk.

Walking deeper and deeper into the mall past various empty stores with names that seemed quite odd, Ranboo couldn’t help but notice the emptiness of the whole place. No left over advertisements, no painted walls, no colors. Just white. And various grays. Besides the food court. The food court was pretty cool.

“Well would you look at that, that sign says your name Charlie!” “Did you bring us here on RANBOOS birthday to show him a sign of MY name?? Wow Sneeg so disrespectful.” Charlie replied whilst holding Ranboo like he was comforting them. “No you dick head and you know that. We came here last week.” Charlie shrugged with a smirk and continued to walk.

“So…is there something specific you want to show me or are we just here to walk around?” Neither Charlie of Sneeg replied and all Ranboo could do was glare at them. Opening his mouth to speak again, the sentence he was about to say died in his mouth as he saw what was behind Charlie and Sneeg.

“Ohhh my god?” Brushing past them Ranboo walked towards the railing, his face in awe. There was a large, and looming sign in the middle of the mall. Ranboo recognized it from seeing it plastered on the walls. The logo. The logo that was spray painted on walls in sloppy red paint. The logo that was left on every window of every store.

They hadn’t pointed it out but he’d noticed it from the moment they stepped into mall. It was odd. Something about it lured him in, like it was controlling him or something.

“Soooo….pretty cool right? Me and Sneeg thought you’d like it since you’ve always liked the strange and unusual.” “C’mon Charlie look at him clearly he likes it.” Sneeg and Charlie watched their younger brother gaze around the mall with big dopey smiles on their faces.

“You know, I think you two really out did yourselves this year-“ Ranboo was cut off by a large crash followed by a low and…mechanical? roar. The three stared at each other in a sort of shock. Charlie was the first to break their silence, turning to Sneeg with an awkward chuckle “So uh. What the fuck was that Sneeg. We didn’t find anything that sounded or even looked like a fucking robot monster!!!”

“No need to yell in my ear Charlie. Relax relax it’s probably…just some other people who broke in.” “Okay cool. Sure yea okay. Can we go now though.” “Rans right let’s leave Sneeg cmon let’s go.” Charlie sped walked past the two, his head swiveling side to side. “Well he’s freaked huh? Cmon Ran let’s go.”

Ranboo took one last long glance at the large poster. Something about it told him that there wasn’t someone else who broke in and maybe there really was a monster out to get them. But nevermind that, this is just a mall. An empty, sad, mall. It can’t hurt him, or his brothers. They’re leaving.

—

“What do you think audience? Should we let him live in these shows for an eternity? Or end this one with a BANG!”

A bang…what did a ‘bang’ mean. He was tied to a wall. No way out. The horrors of the past two days still not over it seems. They were right there…at the exit. What happened? How did he get here at all in the first place. What is this place. Who brought him to this mall. They needed to get out. Now. And figure it out. Figure out who he was. Where he belonged. Because it certainly isn’t here.

“Please just let me go. I don’t wanna continue. So what happened to those people what…happened..”

“Do you remember, Ranboo?”

Oh.

He did remember.

Every last bit of it.

Everyone who he had met these past three days. He knew them. He knew those people. They were real and nice people. The only other people he had in this hell hole. Niki, Ethan, Austin, Vinny…oh.

Sneeg and Charlie.

The two he had known the longest. Charlie was the first person he met. Ranboo always had a feeling there was something special about Charlie. Sneeg too. But he never quite placed it. Until now.

It was all flooding back. Everything about his brothers. Sneeg and Charlie. His brothers. The people he grew up with. The memory of them smiling at him when they first entered the mall. They were so happy for him. It was his birthday, he was 19. They each still had so much left to live for. So much life they were supposed to experience together.

Those two meant so much to him, they practically raised him. Sneeg the eldest who was a pretty bad influence. Dragging his brothers to random old buildings he found, prank wars, and was a lil bit of a tease. And then Charlie. The balance between Sneegs chaotic and Ranboos more ‘stay-in-line’ personalities. The less of a bad influence. Charlie often endulged with Sneeg. But sometimes he took Ranboos side. He was the middle ground between his two brothers.

Oh…they truly meant the world to him. The sorrow and immediate shame came rushing towards Ranboo. His brothers were right there by his side the whole time. And he didn’t know. He did nothing to stop what happened to them.

They died.

Charlie was gone.

He saw it happen. And did nothing.

He wanted to hope Sneeg was alright.

But deep down in his heart he knew Sneeg was gone too.

The only family he ever had. They were gone. He saw it happen. And did nothing to stop it.

“…Someone will find you. Someone will get you for this.”

“Any last words Ranboo to swing the audience one way or another?”

“LET ME DIE. PLEASE. JUST LET ME DIE. I DONT WANNA KEEP DOING THIS. I DONT WANNA KEEP…DOING THIS. JUST LET ME DIE. PLEASE.”

“Just let me go…I can’t live with this. I saw, everything. I saw everything. Please let me go. Let me die.”

“Well it seems the audience has made their decision. The audience has voted for you to DIE!”

Ranboos breathe hitched. Die? He was going to die.

Thank god.

The box closed.

Heat.

All he could feel was heat. God it felt like he was roasting alive. He was choking on his own blood. His teeth felt like they weren’t there. Their vision was gone. Their body shaking uncontrollably. So. So. So. Much blood. They couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do anything but accept it.

I’m bleeding out.

It’s almost over.

The shock was too much. He passed out. The pain was terrible. The absolutely most excruciating thing he’s ever felt. But it was almost over. In his last moments of brain activity, all Ranboo could think about was Sneeg and Charlie.

Charlie died thinking he got out.

Sneeg probably didn’t know either Charlie or Ranboos fates as they didn’t know his.

In their last moments, they were separated. The three brothers who were always around each other.

A trio, in life.

But not in death.

The last coherent thought Ranboo had amongst all the pain he felt physically and mentally, was sorrowful. Simple. But, an apology.

I’m sorry I couldn’t get us out. I didn’t mean to leave you behind.

#generation loss #generation loss fanart #ranboo #ranboolive #slimecicle #sneegsnag #rgb trio #leia writes #writing

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staysaneathome · 8 months

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Bright White

Dan Fucks can’t remember what he was doing.

Everything’s hazy and bright, and vaguely tingly in a way that he’s not not sure is pleasurable, like when the Big Guy stands up after a long time and pins and needles start to fade—

Oh, poor Daniel. It’s been hard times for you, hasn’t it?

Yes, Dan thinks with a sense of injury. Yes, yes it has. Sugah’s was raided, and he’s been chased all over the city trying to help his mortal enemy, and then it turns out the Big Guy was dying except not really, and he’s been beat up by shock troopers, and he, he killed Chief Tightass—!

You’ve been through so much. More than any respectable business owner should, really. And who’s to blame for that?

Of course it’s all Conrad’s fault, he grumbles to himself. That little shit, putting those notes on his door saying that pleasure shouldn’t be the body’s sole motivator, as if Dan himself isn’t barely getting by on the illegal dribs and drabs of the smoothness of the Big Guy’s favorite pen, or getting his usual order of coffee served just right, the impersonal touches of a barber or a coworker, looking at old photos from college and remembering when times were better.

As if his mortal enemy had any right to come and lecture him, look down on him from his high horse of being oh so above the earthly pleasures Elias needed, Dan needed to get by!

I couldn’t agree more. It’s his fault you’re in this mess. His fault everything you’ve built is crumbling around you.

Why don’t you do something about it?

There is a weight in Dan’s hand.

When he looks down, he sees it’s a bit of pipe. Nasty, dirty thing, almost like he’s just picked it up off the ground. And so hard to focus on over that white glow in his chest—

Now, now, Daniel. Focus. The solution is at hand. Make Conrad Schintz go away, and everything will be better again.

The little shit is curled against a wall in front of him. His eyes are big and frightened. The DA has a firm grip on one arm so he can’t slip away like the rat he is.

Where’s…where’s…?

—ght it, please, Mr. Fucks! Mr. Fu—!

Go on Daniel. You’re a smart man. A business man. If you can’t use something to turn a profit, what do you do?

Dan feels himself walk forward, one leg dragging behind him slightly. It throbs in time with his heartbeat.

This is natural. This is right. Conrad should have died a long time ago, saved him and the others (what others?) the trouble of having to try and keep the snot-nosed brat alive. If it wasn’t for him, Dan wouldn’t be in this mess. This is just correction. How things were always meant to go.

Who cares if the little shit is crying? He’s doing that half the time anyway.

His arms are raising the pipe. His torso twisting for the perfect swing.

That’s right, Daniel. You get ri—

Dan Fucks smashes the pipe right into Mark Bition’s jaw.

The DA spins like a top, arms flying free. He drops like a stone, eyes rolled back in his head.

NO!

“You really think you can pull one over on me, hm?!” He rolls his shoulders, trying to shake loose the burn in his arms. “Think you can get away with your little tricks like you did with him?! I’m Dan Fucks!! My urges have urges, sometimes so strange yet pleasurable I barely understand them myself! And I have hated this little shit for so long, you think I’m going to just sit pretty with your stupid plans to just kill him and not show him how wrong he’s been?!? No, my friend, we are here for a revolution!! An uprising! Down with—ghhk!!”

The white light from his chest is almost blinding. It pounds through him, like the world’s most demented drum.

Dan grits his teeth around a scream. He needs to drop the pipe. His body won’t let him drop the pipe. Even just standing still, everything hurts—!

It’s not fair, he thinks dazedly. Donna’s the one who likes hard pain, not him.

He can hear Conrad and Justin shouting, as if from far away.

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“Fu-Fucking run, you little shits!” He’s barely able to gasp out. “Go!! Can’t you see I’m—!”

There’s the almost pleasurable sensation of a solid blow to the back of his head.

As Dan drops into black, his eyes catch sight of a familiar pink coat, hands clutching a copper gun.

Imelda Pulse, he thinks nonsensically to himself as arms come around him, something warm and clutching behind him giving a boost of oxytocin before he hits the ground. Party of one.

He wakes up staring at the underside of Hunch Curio’s chin, the now almost familiar sensation of a cold steak cushioning his head.

Dan squints.

“Are you sure we’re not in heaven this time?” He asks, suspiciously.

Hunch’s head whips down to stare at him, and his face breaks into an incongruously delighted beam. “Oh, thank god! Guys, he’s back to normal again!”

There’s a flurry of activity and Dan’s headache immediately worsens in protest to all the figures crowding into his field of vision.

“Are y’sure?” Comes The Fix’s hard drawl, accompanied by a hard, if worried, stare. “Maybe we should ask him somethin’, just to be safe.”

“Mr. Fucks, what are your current thoughts on Conrad Schintz?” Anastasia looks as though she’s a second away from shoving her notebook in his face. “The readers of the Daily Observer would like to know.”

Dan grumbles, shutting his eyes. “He’s an obnoxious little shit. M’ mortal enemy. I’m going to drown this city in oxytocin one day, see how he likes it.”

There’s a moment of silence.

“I, I think that means he’s okay?” Imelda pipes up. When he cracks an eye open again, she’s hefting the copper pistol in her grip. “I can always hit him again. Now I’m thinking about it. If someone doesn’t stop me, I’m hitting him.”

Dan lets out a throaty purr of a laugh. “Careful dear, I’ll need a moment if I wanna appreciate this properly. Try to get me across the chest, okay?”

Everyone above him exchanges a look.

“Yeah, he’s absolutely fine.” Anastasia proclaims, dusting off her trench coat.

“Mister, Mr. Fucks?”

Dan lets out a groan. Please, give him five more minutes before he has to deal with—

He blinks to see his mortal enemy kneeling next to him, eyes big and watery. Justin’s laying his head on Dan’s legs, looking sorrowful as only a dog can.

Conrad sniffs, one hand scrubbing at his face. “Mr. Fucks, I’m, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see him, I should’ve—! I’m sorry, I—”

“God, Conrad, this is why people want to kill you.” Dan complains. “The, the constant apologizing! Do you have any idea how annoying that is?! If you really want to make it up to me, make the Big Guy quit his job and get laid!”

Conrad squeaks, mouth opening and closing. He seems to have been shocked out of his tears. “I—wh—?! Well, quitting might be good, but, but we can’t just—! An, and, I’m not opposed to, to, to the Big Guy having a relationship, but it shouldn’t just be—!”

Dan tries to flop one of his hands onto the little shit’s head. He’s pleased when his arm obeys with no outside interference, scruffing the hat down onto his little head.

“The revolution’s coming soon, Conrad.” He croaks wisely. “We’ll fill this city with so much oxytocin and dopamine the Big Guy’s gonna be useless. I’ll be rich. Well. Richer.”

For some reason that makes the little shit giggle.

Dan takes his hat in retaliation when he retracts his arm. He places the slightly-too-small headwear over his face, affects a lounging stretch that makes the back of his head (and his ankle for some reason?) twinge slightly, settling more comfortably in Hunch’s lap.

“I’m taking a nap.” Dan Fucks proclaims. “Wake me when you need my help saving the city.”

He’s rudely disturbed a moment later when Imelda whacks his chest with the pistol.

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Since I was talking about Roger earlier I thought I'd share this old 30-page comic I drew back in 2011 where Roger fights a deathclaw. It meant to serve as a prologue to my Fallout story to explain why two wanderers like Magpie and Roger were looking to settle down in New Vegas. I only fully completed 20 pages but had all 30 outlined. I figured I'd share all of them, the completed and the roughs, just for fun. I'm honestly still pretty proud of it as I'd never drawn something so actiony before and I liked how it turned out. It's also a pretty good depiction of their personalities.

Since the last few pages are just my awful handwriting and thus illegible, I figured I'd transcribe them here (since miraculously I can read my handwriting lol)

Page 24

Roger: I told you to stay in the CAVE

Magpie: Yeah, well... if I did you'd be dead so-

Roger: IRRELEVANT

Magpie: Well, it is(n't) to me... and will you drop that? It's so gross

Roger: Come on, let's (didn't finish this sentence)

Magpie: Good idea

Page 25

LATER

Magpie: Anyway, so I raveled with this doctor for, like, months, right? He was pretty nice and I think he wanted me to be his... proofjay or something. He taught me stuff but science ain't really my thing so I kind of forgot most of it. Luckily, I remembered the basics, right?

Magpie: Best I can do 'cause we're out of doctor stuff. Pretty good considering. Still, we should probably see a doc (in the) next town.

Magpie: But we should be fine. Just a few scars. But that's good, chicks dig scars, right? Well, I don't know about bear-chicks, but I figure with those claws they need to be into something kinky.

Roger: ...

Magpie: Uhm...

Page 26

Magpie: Anyway, we make a good team, right? That deathclaw was a tough nut but we cracked him. Bet there's some kind of bounty to collect or something so...

Roger: It was barely a year old. Practically a baby.

Magpie: ...

Roger: Probably on its first hunt alone... a weakling. There's no excuse for it getting the drop on me. If I can't even kill a young deathclaw without injury and HELP I may as well...

Page 27

Magpie: Roger... It's ok, really. Most people would die fighting that thing.

Roger: Right. People.

Roger: I can't be doing this anymore. It's too tiring. I can't be responsible for you.

Magpie: Who asked you? Besides, you worry too much. We'll go find a place with no deathclaws or any of that bad stuff and then you don't need to worry so much.

Roger: Pah! No such place exists.

Magpie: Sure it does! We just haven't gone there 'cause I thought it'd be boring! But if it'll make you feel better we can start heading there in the morning.

Roger: Whatever.

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Roger: Now if you'll excuse me, it's been a horrible day and I'd like to go to sleep. We may die tomorrow, but I'd like to be awake for it.

Magpie: ...

Magpie: Hey, Roger! Tell me a story.

Roger: No, Magpie. I'm tired and in no mood to-

Magpie: PLEASE

Roger: No.

Magpie: ... Fine, I'll tell it myself.

Roger: Knock yourself out.

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Magpie: Once upon a time there was this bear. He was a pretty awesome bear, you see. He fought off a whole army, all by himself.

Magpie: Not just an army, though, oh no, it was an army, a vertibird, and two tanks.

Roger: Three tanks.

Magpie: ... right, three tanks. Those were the easy part. First, he broke into the first tank.

Roger: The tanks don't come in until later.

Magpie: Well, damn, you want to tell it? I thought you were too busy being all old man tired.

Roger: Well, if you're going to tell it wrong.

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Magpie: Well, if it's so important to you, maybe you should tell me the right way.

Roger: *sigh* Well, first of all, you don't explain the plot at the beginning of the story like this. It is far better to leave you audience in suspect, not know the obstacles the hero faces. Second, don't start with "once upon a time," that typically begins fairy tales and is terribly cliche. Try something more like...

Roger: The compound was built like a fortress, not that he'd ever seen one. Populated by no fewer than 50 armed guards and countless war machines, his escape seemed doomed from the start...

END

#artie art #artie's ocs #magpie #roger #comics #fallout #fallout new vegas #blood #there was also a cover image but I can only upload 30 pics #I remember I was particularly inspired by a comic called Age of Reptiles #which was a beautiful dinosaur comic with no dialogue #long post

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Anything For You

Daisy Johnson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022! Requested by Anon :)

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: “You know I’d do anything.”

Summary: Y/N and Skye are dating, and when Skye gets in a hairy situation with Ian Quinn in Malta, it's Y/N to the rescue. They'd do anything for their girlfriend, after all.

Word Count: 1,242

Category: Fluff, maybe a tiny bit of Angst?

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"She should be just up ahead of you. Her last known location put her in the building somewhere around the corner."

I didn't bother replying to May as I sprinted for all I was worth. Skye, my girlfriend of just under a month, had gone into a dangerous situation undercover, with almost no training. She'd done incredibly well, sucking Ian Quinn and allowing me, Ward, and Coulson to get past his security fence for a rescue mission of Doctor Franklin Hall. We'd lost contact with her, however, not long after she'd been in a tight situation with Quinn, and I was absolutely worried sick.

I hurtled around the corner at top speed, a little more recklessly than I'd normally behave. I quickly decided it was the right call, however, when I saw Skye trapped on a walkway, two armed men blocking both of her options for escape.

The man behind Skye saw me coming, but he was too slow to warn his partner. I slammed into the guy with his back to me, the one standing between me and my girlfriend, knocking him out before he got the chance to even attempt to defend himself. The remaining hostile tried to make a grab for Skye, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind me before he could. He squared up and took a few swings at me, but I managed to duck, dodge, and sidestep them all.

I waited patiently for my opening, drawing on every ounce of training I'd ever received. Finally, I saw my chance when the guy overcommitted to a pretty nasty right hook. I got past his guard with the hardest uppercut I could manage, and when he reeled back from the hit, I landed a few more precise blows that dropped him like a stone.

Once he was down and I'd done a quick scan to make sure no one else was getting the drop on us (they weren't), I turned back to Skye.

"Are you hurt?" I asked, rushing to close the distance between us and taking her hands in mine as I looked her over for any sign of injury. She shook her head.

"No. No, I'm fine."

She seemed shaken, but like she'd said, she didn't seem to be hurt. I sighed, feeling the adrenaline finally start to drain out of me, and pulled her into my chest.

"Alright, it's alright," I said, stroking her hair with one hand as she wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my chest. She'd gone into total badass mode for her escape, which I was incredibly proud of, but the shock and fear of what she'd just managed to escape would be hitting her any minute. "You're alright, Skye. You did good, you're safe. Now let's get out of here."

She nodded, but kept holding on to me while she took a few deep breaths. The island shook beneath us, and we both realized it was our cue to meet up with the rest of our team and get the hell out of here.

We could finish decompressing later.

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I absentmindedly ran my hands through Skye's hair as we laid in bed together, squeezed onto her twin bunk on the Bus. The whole team had made it back from Malta safely, thankfully, although we'd just made an enemy out of Quinn and we hadn't been able to save Doctor Hall.

Honestly, I didn't really care about any of that stuff. Skye and I had made it out safely, and that's all that mattered to me.

"You know, you really did a fantastic job today," I mused as we relaxed together, taking in the gentle hum of the engines now that the Bus was in the air. "I mean seriously. I'm still pissed that Ward's your SO and not me, but... clearly he's doing a pretty good job training you."

Skye laughed, and I smiled.

"I guess we do have to give him some credit," she said. "Although I think his training is working mostly because I'm just a great student and a natural agent."

I laughed. Skye turned to glare up at me, clearly offended, but I couldn't help it.

"Babe, I've seen you down there doing your drills on the punching bag. You're definitely getting better, and nobody gets stuff right away, but... your stance is anything but natural."

Skye just huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Whatever."

We passed a few moments in comfortable silence, me smiling to myself and Skye clearly still a little grumpy. I was starting to drift off for some much needed sleep after all the chaos of the day when she spoke again, waking me up and drawing my attention.

"Thank you for today, by the way," she said. "You completely saved me. I don't know what I would've done without you."

I gave her a light squeeze with the arm I had wrapped around her. "Anytime. I will literally always come for you if you need me, Skye. I'd do anything for you. You know I'd do anything."

She nodded without looking up at me, and squeezed me a little tighter with the arm she had slung across my stomach. She didn't say anything, but I knew my words meant the world to her. When we'd first met, she'd had absolutely no one in the world. She'd been completely on her own, without anybody to trust or to have her back. I'd become that person for her recently, and although she wasn't really one for the most touchy-feely conversations and declarations of love, I knew what I meant to her.

After a few moments of Skye taking deep breaths and me gently rubbing circles on her back, the tension and emotionally charged air of the moment faded away. Skye cleared her throat.

"So... when you say you'd do anything for me..."

"Oh boy," I said, rolling my eyes and taking my arm from around her shoulders. I shifted and so did Skye so she was now laying next to me, resting her head on her fist and looking at me with mischief in her eyes. "What do you want?"

"A glass of water?"

"Last I checked, your legs were not broken despite your jump off a balcony today."

"Yeah, but... this bed is so comfortable, and I don't want to get up. And you said you'd do anything for me."

I sighed heavily and looked up at the ceiling like I was praying for strength, but then I threw the covers off and stood up.

"You're the love of my life," said Skye as I slipped on a pair of shoes sitting by the bed and headed for the door of her bunk. "My hero and angel."

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. Save your flattery and keep the covers warm for me, alright?"

"Promise."

I pulled open the door and stepped out into the hallway with a dramatic sigh, pausing at the last minute to shoot a grin and a wink back at Skye. She beamed at me in response, and my heart leapt in my chest. We really hadn't known each other all that long in the grand scheme of things, but I already knew for a fact that she was the love of my life.

I'd get her a million glasses of water and save her on a million missions, and I knew she'd do the same for me.

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shenrickyz · 3 months

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HELLO FUTURE ( preview ! )

"you're a runaway aren't you?"

jisung doesn't mean to sound rude when he asks the question, but he wanted to make small talk. hansaem clears his throat, not wanting to make small talk, he cannot be doing this right now, he is very anxious and it's clear by the way his leg bounces up and down. "yeah" he responds, voice scratchy.

do not reveal anything to anyone, kae's words ring in his ears as he smiles awkwardly, trying to not make anything obvious.

he hopes jisung doesn't notice how anxious he is, but he's currently bandaging a wound of his, so he won't be able to see the look of fear in his eyes. "did your parents know you were going on this trip?"

"no they—" hansaem pauses, an uncomfortable curl in his guts at just the thought of having to talk about his parents. "they went out of town".

hansaem is not good at lying, he inherited that trait from his mother, and it's unfortunate that he did, especially because the rest of his life depends on how good he is at lying in this moment.

"really? should we call them?"

"no no that's okay" hansaem quickly shuts the idea down, jisung raises an eyebrow, looking away from the wound he's bandaging and up at hansaem.

hansaem does not mean to admire him for as long as he does, it's not his fault that jisung's eyes are so alluring, it's not his fault that jisung is absolutely gorgeous.

but he quickly erases those thoughts, because he should not be thinking about a person of that status this way, people like jisung hate people like hansaem, he grew up with everything and what did hansaem grow up with? nothing, nada.

he instead lets himself be petty.

outside room though, a pretty hefty interrogation is going on.

"what were you guys doing on the outskirts of town?"

"looking for a shortcut" mako states so easily, biting his inner cheek. "train tickets are expensive you know, we figured we'd walk the whole way to estrade, not like we haven't done it before".

chenle scrunches his nose, not even attempting to hide his clear suspicion for the six. "that doesn't sound like anything illegal to you?"

"preventing yourself from getting scammed is illegal? since when?"

"you never know! they update laws like some sort of indie video games with tons of bugs".

"you think they'd just update the books too so the laws we read aren't totally outdated.." junhee states, that hint of sarcasm in his voice as he examines his nails.

as if getting glared at by a bunch of higher level people wasn't anxiety inducing enough, the six had to just pray that hansaem wouldn't break and give up any information to the boy currently treating his injury, because they were done for the moment hansaem even uttered a single word of their plan—

and they really weren't looking forward to getting executed or locked into a cell for what seems like for the next twenty to forty five years.

luckily, they've been through this enough to know how to keep up an act. "if we were doing something illegal.. we wouldn't come to a public hospital of all places, come on" yanlin mutters, maintaining eye contact with the boy that decides to continue glaring at him.

"people do crazy things these days mr chen" donghyuck replies, clearly meaning for his tone to come off as condescending with the way he spits his last name like it's poison. "you would be so surprised".

"hyuck, cut it out".

"what? i'm being just honest".

jeno isn't having it, though, quickly elbowing the younger in the stomach. donghyuck only gives him a sharp glare, though he listens to his unsaid warning and crosses his arms.

"well we wouldn't ever dream of it" kae sings, that signature fake smile coming to his face. "the last thing on my mind is ever opposing NEOS".

a horrible lie, six hours ago kae threatened a NEOS soldier into keeping quiet with a knife, threatening to cut his head off and put it on display if he ever so much as stormed his neighborhood again.

but that is not something they should know.

there are a lot of things they aren't allowed to know.

after all, that's the whole point of putting on an act.

#nct dream #nct #series #science fiction #sci fi #lowkey fantasy?#nothing went through my mind while i wrote this btw

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mari-lair · 1 year

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In ageswap AU which other characters are also age swapped?

Are Yokoo and Satou in Teru's class?

Was Mitsuba a classmate of Teru? Mitsuba should have given Teru "let's be friends" talk since they sit in alphabetical order.

Of the main cast only the Minabros age are swapped. But I have decided to age up Yooko and Satou too, because I love their friendship with Kou very much, and I want them to grow up together and slowly pick on how stressed Kou is, helping him out as much as they can.

Mitsuba was Teru’s classmate and he does give him the "Let's be friend" talk. I didn’t want to put too much focus on Mitsuba, but this is the third ask I get about him, so I'll go into ramble mode: Here is every loose idea I had of Mitsuba and Teru relationship.

Since they are both friendless and lonely and sit next to each other, they agreed to be friends, but it’s a strange and somewhat superficial friendship, very short-lived. Their personalities just don’t clash very well: Not with Mitsuba's fake mask.

Mitsuba is very boring for Teru's standards, his sweet and polite persona makes Teru even more confident in his belief he isn’t normal and probably never will be. He puts effort and tries despite the lack of interest and his difficulty forming attachments because he does want friends, part of him hasn't given up on it. He also knows Kou is worried about him always spending his lunch with him instead of people his age, and Teru wants to make Kou proud, not worried.

Teru is more careful with strangers, but he doesn't really have a persona when he tries to make friends, he is still too casual about morbid topics and too blunt about his opinion, bullying Mitsuba on accident.

He gets some hope of making this work when he scares or frustrates Mitsuba, since it breaks his good boy act, and his real self is dramatic enough to entertain Teru. He is still hopeless though, so he enjoys hanging out with Kou more than Mitsuba.

Teru ends up realizing Mitsuba doesn't like to be seen as girly, and he was taught to treat girls nicely, so he kind of took it as “Don’t be delicate with Mitsuba,” and while that doesn’t make him violent, as he is with Akane, he does hurt Mitsuba on accident a lot when he teases him.

Teru makes an effort to be a good friend but he is very bad at it, and very arrogant, so he is confident he is nailing this friendship when he starts having fun, which is when Mitsuba starts to be stressed in his presence.

As for Mitsuba, he used to think Teru is cute (his type is blond with kind looking smiles and pretty blue eyes) but that feeling was quickly overshadowed by anger, fear, frustration, and just plain bafflement.

He is jealous of how authentic Teru is, and scared of being honest too, considering Teru's attempts to bond came across as him bullying Mitsuba when he is being ‘inoffensive’, so he fears being killed if he acts cocky and arrogant. The alternative of actually hurting Teru is also uncomfortable though, since he is one of the few people that can get happy to see him.

He gets tricked a lot and feels dumb near Teru (which he really hates), but he does likes that when Teru asks about his life, he listen to the answer, and remembers what he tells him.

He doesn’t believe in exorcists but does notice Teru gets new injuries every day, sometimes serious injuries. Mitsuba comes to the conclusion there is an uncomfortably high chance Teru is involved in something shady, maybe an illegal fight club (Teru just has a ‘vibe’ when he talks about supernaturals that put Mitsuba on edge)

Mitsuba eventually gets curious and lets Teru drag him to meet ‘his cool big brother’, and Kou is super sweet and happy to see Teru with a friend, so Mitsuba got a crush on his first meeting, even if he is angry about it and refuse to go out of his way to see Kou again, only seeing him on casual chance encounters.

Depending on how lonely Mitsuba feels he either seeks Teru out (anything to not spend his break alone) or avoids him as he would his old bullies, which confuses Teru, but he doesn’t mind, happy to have lunch with Kou.

Mitsuba would only consider him a friend when desperate for it or if his mom looks too worried. But usually, he doesn’t know what his relationship with Teru is: He doesn’t hate Teru but he also doesn’t like him.

He stopped interacting with him relatively quickly cause he think being friends with the weirdo that frankly, is stressing to hang out with, would ruin his chances of making friends with other people.

He is convinced his own personality isn't as bad as Teru's.

Their interactions got reduced to random talk when both are too bored and being the first person to go to when you need to borrow something, since they sit so close and do know each other. It's not hostile but more like friendly (?) acquaintances than friends. (I genuinely do not know how to describe their relationship)

When Mitsuba dies, Teru was close enough to him to feel the loss but not enough to grieve ‘properly’. It hurt, and he isn’t as bright for a week, but he moves on relatively quickly, going back to only focusing on his family.

Teru did not realize the weak ghost he exorcized is Mitsuba, only able to connect the dots when he heard Tsukasa say Mitsuba's full name. The idea he exorcised an old classmate will make him feel guilty and sad, but Teru won’t regret it or beat himself about it for long: He was taught since young that wandering spirits can become a danger if they try to cling to the near shore and that supernaturals are pitiful and selfish creatures that lose their humanity.

He had accepted Mitsuba, the human he knew, had died on the day his death was announced last year, and he had moved on from it.

#tbhk #jshk #mitsuba sousuke #teru minamoto #hope this is satisfactory #toilet bound hanako kun #i know mitsuba is super loved but I don't have all that much to offer about him in this AU T-T #minabros age swap au

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Okay, here’s how I’d rewrite S1 to dial down the accidental In the Company of Men vibes:

There are easy intermediate fixes for Jonathan, like eliminating the bra picture or both window pictures, but I think we can do better than that.

Let’s take it back to Indianapolis, y’all. Lonnie denies his own involvement in Will’s disappearance, but brings up the possibility that some bully in Hawkins could have decided to “teach him a lesson for being a [insert slur here].” Jonathan blanches; he knows this is a distinct possibility.

Steve’s party isn’t at his house, but in more neutral, less private territory (i.e., the quarry) with at least a few more attendees. Jonathan is either driving home or has stepped out to get a break from Joyce’s lamp mania (with a bottle or a joint—let’s get in those stress-induced substance use issues in early, maybe) when he hears or sees Steve and co. partying or heading to the party. With Lonnie’s words in his head, their earlier standing by and smirking while he was hanging up missing posters looks like it might point to something worse than callousness.

He drops some eaves and takes some pictures, which is still peculiar but (a) not so much an invasion of privacy because it’s all out in the open and he has as much right to be there as anyone and (b) he’s got a clear reason to be there. The conversation is pretty much all mundane, though, so he resigns himself to not finding anything and wistfully sticks around to take a few more pictures. He gets one of Nancy looking ambivalent, one of Nancy and Steve kissing before they go to hook up in the Beemer (or a shed???), and one of Barb sitting alone before the Demogorgon gets her. It’s also clear that an illegal trespassing quarry party with underage drinking is happening.

I don’t think he has to develop the photos; he has too much going on and it’s not like he got anything he was looking for. But Nicole sees him leaving the party and tells Steve and co. in order to get in good with them. They ambush him and get hold of the camera the next day, and looking at the roll of film is enough to see that he got some photos of them. Tommy and Carol think this is weird but not notable; they crack jokes about Jonathan jerking off to Nancy and Steve making out, mostly to embarrass Nancy. Steve reaches a very ordinary teen boy conclusion: that Jonathan is a jealous little creep who has the hots for Nancy and wants to stick it to him by getting him in trouble with Dad or Coach for drinking beer at the quarry. Nancy is pissed off at Jonathan for being yet another person gawking at her sex life, but not really more so than she is at the rest of her peers. Steve still breaks the camera, partly as a display of power and partly because he doesn’t want anyone to find out about the party. He doesn’t know enough about cameras to destroy the film, though, and Nancy pockets the roll.

So Nancy still seeks Jonathan out because she thinks he might’ve seen something, but she only sees the photos after they’ve developed them together and they’re not as bad as Tommy and Carol suggested. He still apologizes because it’s weird. I think she should get to have her say about everyone being judgmental and getting on her dick, and how she was disappointed that he wasn’t better than the rest of the school.

Fast forward to Steve looking in her window (not great, because she didn’t invite him, but he thinks of it as just dropping in—he’s not being malicious). Because he thinks Jonathan is merely jealous and weird, it’s a little more reasonable for him to go “Nancy’s cheating on me” (as opposed to “what did this guy do to get into her room when she knows he took Peeping Tom photos of her and should I be concerned”). To add insult to injury, his friends are needling him about how, hey, Byers might be a perv, but at least he’s not failing English, and maybe nerdy Nancy wants to nail someone who can actually do long division.

So he dishes to Tommy and Carol and Nicole during the first shock of discovery. Afterwards, there are multiple options for how the graffiti can be toned down.

First: change the forum. The movie marquee downtown is a shockingly public place to libel someone, because it exposes her to harassment and censure from everyone: kids and adults, acquaintances and strangers. It ensures that the gossip will spread as far as possible. Libeling her on a bathroom wall or her locker at school is kid stuff by comparison; even targeting her house (while scary and humiliating) would limit the exposure somewhat. This does make the logistics of the fight more difficult (maybe Jancy see the graffiti at her house and then catch the gang chilling downtown?) but not unworkable.

Second: change the message. Calling Nancy a slut is one of the more damaging, cruel, and misogynistic options available. If they’d gone with “Nancy is a cheater,” then passerby would be like “oh, her boyfriend or ex is mad at her,” which at least leaves open the possibility that the boyfriend is mistaken. If the message were “Nancy is screwing Jonathan,” then people would be like “huh, weird, but maybe?” or “lol probably not.” “Slut” is a way harder label to shake, and it’s something Steve knows she’s insecure about.

Third: take away the writing. For example: someone yells at Nancy downtown that he hears she’s been having sex with everyone. There’s no graffiti, but Steve and his friends are still chilling downtown and laughing about how they slandered her. Or just have them TP her house, I guess, and then call her a slut to her face? Oral gossip (lol) is way less deliberate, and TP-ing is stupid and juvenile but doesn’t involve spreading specific rumors about her. The problem with making the gossip talk-only is that Steve can’t really clean that up, though.

Fourth: make it so Steve was not involved in the initial graffiti. He went off to get drunk with Tommy, who quietly planned the whole thing with the girls. Steve isn’t happy when he sees it after the fact, but it’s already there and his pride is hurt, so he’s like “so what, it’s just the truth” when he sees Nancy, and he still starts shit with Jonathan.

Or some combo thereof.

Neither of them is perfect in this scenario and the basic conflict still happens, but it’s toned down enough so you’re not like “wow, Nancy would pretty much have to leave town.”

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NSFW headcanons for the ghostbusters please please please please??

Literally says in the blog description that I don't do nsfw stuff, but just this one time I'll make an exception.

NSFW Ghostbuster Headcanons

Peter Venkman

This man is the poster boy for OSHA violations. He will stand on the top wrung of a ladder, operate saws without machine guards, and skip wearing protective equipment if he finds it even slightly uncomfortable. Somehow, he manages to avoid getting any of the grievous injuries he risks on a daily basis.

Peter will often skip washing his hands before eating. Being covered in grime and ectoplasm after a gnarly bust won't stop him from eating a sandwich on the drive home if he's hungry enough. Not necessarily a safety hazard, but definitely something the other boys find repulsive.

Peter loves to wander into Egon's lab for the sole purpose of being a nuisance. The two are in a constant arms race of Egon devising complex locking mechanisms for keeping Peter out of his supplies and Peter developing more convoluted ways of bypassing them.

Peter loves to hide behind corners and scare the crap out of any passers-by, but it yields him mixed results. Ray is unflappable when a screaming Peter jumps out at him, simply saying pleasantly, "Oh, hi Pete," without looking up from his clipboard. He's also learned to be more cautious when trying this stunt around Janine, because he learned the hard way that Egon had gifted her a homemade canister of pepper spray. Peter went blind for two days, but he quickly bounced back.

Winston Zeddemore

Winston is a firm believer that expiration dates on foods are totally moot. If it looks okay and smells okay, then it's totally fine to eat. To prove his point, he cracks open a 2-years-expired can of beans and gobbles them up with no problem. The smell is enough to nauseate anybody nearby, but Winston is perfectly happy with the snack. Egon keeps several notes on Winston's dietary tolerances and theorizes that he has some form of anosmia. Egon is well-known for his sweet-tooth, but Winston claims the throne to having the most indestructible stomach.

Winston is a pretty easy-going guy, but he's very strict when it comes to the other boys maintaining the safety on their proton guns, and won't hesitate to scold them. During his time in the marines, one of the boys in his platoon tripped with a loaded rifle pointed at his own face. The resulting sight is something Winston is reminded of often whenever the boys are readying their equipment, so he monitors them like a hawk.

Even so, Winston is no stranger to horsing around. It's a very common sight to see Winston trotting around the firehouse with Ray on his back, or sword fighting Peter with PVC pipes. If they get too rowdy, Janine will spritz them with a spray bottle to calm them down a bit.

Egon Spengler

Literally tried to kill a guy because he works for the Environmental Protection Agency (and it was hot & he should do it again).

Egon lives by the rule of "it's only illegal if you get caught." Rules and regulations only work to stifle progress and are written by those who do not truly understand the true nature of science, which is fearless and willing to take risks. This man is 90% responsible for Walter Peck's nervous breakdown in 1990.

Lab accidents are not uncommon with his combination of chronic sleep deprivation, garbage dietary habits, perpetual dehydration, and wanton treatment of safety precautions. A quick glance at his hands will reveal several cuts, bruises, burns, and callouses in various stages of healing because he never bothers to wear gloves, unless he feels it might affect his lab results.

Any form of safety regulation or illegality will not stop Egon from getting ahold of research supplies in the slightest. Unstable isotopes, invasive fungal species, unregulated medical supplies, and banned lab equipment are all things in his possession at any given time. It's a good thing Callie was born two years before the Ghostbusters started out, because the level of residual radiation in this man has probably rendered him sterile.

Ray Stanz

Ray is the least reckless of the boys, and he often voices his concerns when he catches the boys doing something unsafe (which is very, very often.) He trusts his friends to take care of themselves for the most part, but he still worries if he feels something is risky. The boys will usually fix themselves to make him feel better, but return to their usual bad habits by the next day.

Why pay to take the Ecto-1 to an expensive caddy dealership when he can fix her up himself with a sawed-off socket wrench and some gorilla glue? Somehow, his Victor Frankenstein approach to maintaining the Ecto-1 keeps her in tip-top shape. She's never once failed a smog test under his care. Anyone who's not Ray will have absolutely no idea what's going on if they lift up the car hood.

When one of the other boys is yawning, Ray will sometimes decide to impulsively stick his finger in their mouths. This yields a variety of results based on who his victim is: Winston will comment that he's flattered, but happily married; Egon will crack up and smack his hand away; and Peter will bite the absolute crap out of him.

#egon spengler #ray stanz #peter venkman #winston zeddemore #ghostbusters headcanon #ghostbusters nswf #osha violations

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Chapter 5 - The Forbidden Technique

One week after the glorious defeat of Rihito, Ohma finally received the fight money, so he wanted to ask Kisara and his new manager, Yamashita Kazuo, to a bar and have a celebratory feast. Not wanting to partake in illegal activities, the girl went on ahead to catch a solo room and waited patiently for the other two to arrive, ordering a cocktail and playing on her phone. Thankfully, they arrived pretty soon after, with the younger one reassuring his manager that 'the money was on its way' and to order at his heart's content - And just then, a knock was heard and Kaede entered through the sliding door. She took quite a thick bulk of money from her suitcase and handed it to Ohma directly.

"Now, don't spend it all in one place, alright?" Akiyama warned the fighter - Why was she concerned about Ohma's spending habits, Kisara wondered with amusement. "Okay, mum." it made the girl let out an exhale of amusement, how snarky he always is.

Before she left, however, Yamashita called after her, asking her to stay for a few drinks, only for his voice to gradually get meeker, seeing the woman's intimidating face. He was far too pure for this world. Ohma was much too busy with his endless amount of meat to munch on, while the other three would get drink after drink after drink. The girls weren't bothered in the least, while the old man had this relatively lecherous look on his face, and his eyes were wandering to unexplored places.

But then, he asked the blonde whether Mr. Nogi mentioned the reason why he appointed him, of all people, to be Ohma's manager. It was a rather interesting question, but apparently, she had no idea whatsoever. Despite having no answers, she had questions - Mainly, why did Ohma want to become a Kengan fighter. "Do I need a reason to fight?" he scoffed cockily, only for the secretary to start blurting numbers - Of fighters, of matches, statistics of each company and their miracle fighters, how many die or retire due to injuries, even saying how, despite getting compensation, it wasn't anywhere close to the career-ending wound they'd get... "Either you're one hell of a daredevil, or you have some unshakeable purpose. Tokita, given your strength, it would be simple for you to rise to stardom in public MMA, there's no need for you to expose yourself to this dang--" Kaede tried to speak her concerns... Or whatever that was, with a straight face, only for the man in cause to prop his elbow on the table and lean his jaw on his palm, smirking cheekily. "Hey, woman. You seem pretty worried about me. Are you wet for me, or what?" although Kaede got offended, Kisara couldn't help but shake her head - It was typical Ohma to say things like this when it came to fighting and getting possibly underestimated or redirected on another path. "Good grief, I let you talk, and you just go on, and on, and on... Well, alright. I'll answer. I want to prove who's the strongest, that's all. Any other reason than that is just tacked later. They're all lies." he was so confident when he was speaking, it made the red head smile at him, equally confident. "Is that it? You know you might lose your life for it, right?" her face radiated boredom - But that's just how men are, when it came to fighting. They're all like that. She should know. "Not happening, 'cause I'm never gonna lose." that wasn't just blind arrogance, but 100% pure trust in himself. That's the same self-confidence that made Kisara learn how to see herself in another light, a brighter one, a better one. Although Ohma was engulfed in darkness, his intentions were as raw and pure as always. Nodding in understanding, Kaede expressed her understanding of his devotion to fighting, and even said she'll be watching him and see how far he'd come - With him correcting her, saying he'll make it to the top without a doubt - She received a notification on her tablet, saying his next kengan match is in two days. She showed them a picture of a middle-aged man called 'Medicine Man'. "I don't feel anything from this old man." Ohma drank from his water cup, a bored expression plaguing him. "He looks kinda like a creep, if you ask me." Kisara didn't bother hiding her disgust. "How naive. You'll end up burned if you think of Kaburagi as an average middle-aged man. You can never drop your guard. Kaburagi has a record of seven wins and nine losses... If you just look at the numbers, he's just a mid-level fighter, but what's truly terrifying about him is that every single fighter that's fought Kaburagi, whether they won or lost, had been... Incapacitated." she explained, scolding them for underestimating a fighter. "So, he's so weak, he needs to retort to cheating and maybe poison or something. If you think Ohma's going to lose to something as pathetic as that, you're wrong." the other girl rolled her eyes simply. "Well, it's getting late, I must go. Better prepare for the fight." Kaede was the first to get up and leave. "Ohma... Will you be okay? You haven't recovered from your injuries from the fight with Rihito..." Yamashita voiced his concerns as soon as they left the bar. "Those are nothing. Whether the match is in 2 days, or 12 days, it would make no difference. This pace is great. Don't worry, Yamashita Kazuo - I won't lose." Ohma's smirk was enough to erase all of the older man's worries. "Exactly. Kaburagi is a no one among the strong fighters of the Kengan association. If he can beat Ohma, then he doesn't deserve to become a Kengan fighter." Kisara laughed, teasing the man, only to get tripped by him. "Bite your tongue." he scoffed in annoyance at such an implication. "You do it~." Kisara winked at him playfully. "Well... If you think it's going to be okay, then I have faith in you. You're gonna win this too!" the old man got a bit fired up, even fist pumped the air.

Two days from then, Ohma's match was scheduled. As expected, during this time, he only trained his hardest, ate and slept - What an animal. At least he seemed in peak condition, Kisara remarked, as her mind wondered to whether or not she'd be seeing any of her friends that day. Last time, she noticed Wakatsuki, and apparently, Seki was there too, but she didn't notice him. Maybe this time Cos would be there?

Her thoughts were interrupted once her and Ohma met up with Yamashita and Kaede to go towards the secluded venue - The girl and the elderly man, once again, discussed about how much of a fearsome opponent Kaburagi was - The man in cause appeared in front of them, 'greeting' them, or something. Gosh, he's giving her the creeps even more, now that she sees him in real life. She gives him sleazy, greasy, pervert convict vibes. He came to salute Ohma and ask him to go easy on him. "Relax, I won't hurt you too b--" but as he prepared his reply, Kisara was fell into a crouching position, her hands slapped flat over her ears, as she let a small squeak of surprise and pain - She hated sudden, loud noises, especially grating ones like this one - It reminded her of those annoying summer mosquitos that buzz around your ear in the middle of the night. It was awful. Ohma and Kaede seemed to be affected by this too, unlike the old man. "Well, I must be off... See you at the match!" the Medicine man smiled widely and left with a wave of his hand. "Gah, that was awful... Awful..." the red head managed to get back to her feet, giving her partner a pitiful look. "I hate loud noises." "Says the girl who likes to go to the club every Friday night." he scoffed, rubbing his ears absent-mindedly. "That's loud music, not loud noise - Either way... Ohma, be careful, there are a ton of ways noise can be used in a fight. Whether he, or someone from the public, uses it, it's irrelevant, as long as it works." she gave him a warning. "I told you, didn't I? I'm getting nothing from that old guy. I'll be fine." this made the girl nod reluctantly and hurry him towards the Warehouse17, the venue, so she could bandage him up properly for the match. "I trust you. I don't doubt that you'll win, whether that guy cheats or not. I just can't stand that people resort to cheating in a fight where everything but weapons go, you get me? It's supposed to be the conquest of the strongest, not the conquest of cheating." she sighed, a bit bummed that she won't see a proper fight, but more, Ohma playing MMA-Sherlock or something. "Weren't you the one who said - It's your fault for getting tricked, not mine that I tricked you?" he smirked down at her, raising her chin up. "I did. But you know - I'm a hypocrite. I don't agree with it when it happens to the people I care about... Or me, for the matter. Anyone else, I don't care about." she shrugged simply, only to smile and hum lightly - She looked left and right, making sure nobody was around - And then she sprung up, stealing a quick kiss from the man, before turning around and leaving. "I'm gonna bet on you, darling, better win us dinner for the whole month~!" she laughed, waving lazily at him. "Keh. You little vixen. You know I hate bets." thus, Ohma walked back to the fighting area, so the ref could give him a quick pat-down.

The enemy's, however, lasted significantly longer. Taking precautions against the cheater, as they say. It took a while, but sooner rather than later, the match finally began. Although Kisara didn't find anyone at first glance, she didn't mind staying around Kaede, the old man, and Mr. CEO. She watched as Ohma was ready to throw the first punch of the match, only to get stopped by that insanity-driving noise again - Though he didn't react as before, a significant amount of people did... But Nogi and Yamashita didn't. In fact, no older person did, for some reason.

Still, Ohma received quite the blow to the face from this old fatass. Not only one, but two, in fact. It was Nogi who explained that this Aural Attack was really called The Mosquito, and it only worked on the younger people, based on the high-frequency that only the young ones can hear. It was no wonder, then. A subconscious aversion to that sound in his mind. How awful. And the way his eyes were so bloodshot... It must be some kind of poison that may be interfering... Impairing his vision... Two senses down, what's left? The feeling? That animalistic instinct?

Another punch, and even a high-kink were able to get in contact with Ohma, and everyone around was cheering for the old guy. Come on, Ohma, win that dinner already. Don't let a sleazy, greasy perv win so easily. Another kick to his back and even a headbutt. The younger one raised his hands up to his head, with his forearms in a defensive position - It looks like he had a plan. Maybe he was trying to get used to having both his vision and his hearing hindered and find a new way to pinpoint the exact location of the Medicine Man, through all the noise from the Mosquito and the chattering of the watchers.

That disgusting man, as well, was smirking creepily and picked at his wrist - Kisara couldn't see what it was, but it wasn't good. Yamashita was trying to yell out to Ohma, but his voice was too frail. Hers wasn't anymore. The three main rules of Kendo were to have posture, discipline - And a great shouting voice. She had none, at the beginning, but the more she practiced, the better she got. Although finding a way to raise her voice without losing it, being more on the quiet side, naturally - It was the hardest part of kendo, but after Hatsumi SENpai, as he now likes her to call him, got her to the top of the mountains, he showed her the best way to get rid of all your anger and frustrations.

Yell at the top of your lungs. Shout. Scream. Cry. Wail. Curse.

All worked, as long as you did it, for as long as you had air - And then, even more.

So now...

Kisara stepped behind Kaburagi, who was behind Ohma, ready to strike his cervical spine and paralyse him - She took a deep breathe and shrieked out. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" having such a loud, raw and desperate voice call out and echo throughout the warehouse was enough to stop the chattering for just the right amount of time, so that Ohma can single out the old man and parry his attack.

As the old man jumped high into the air and fell down, ready to hit Ohma's cervical vertebra, the man that was once in defense mode, swung quickly and did a roundkick, throwing his opponent far away. "This crowd was so damn noisy, so it was pretty tough to identify your sound. Way to make to make things easy for me." he was smirking cockily once again. "I went on the defensive to get you to come closer to me. As I was standing, not moving a muscle, I heard a 'sound' suddenly approach me - And that 'assembly of sounds'... Breathing, heartbeats, moving joints... Was you, Medicine man. Identification complete - No more sneaking around for you, you see?" Ohma turned around and faced Kisara from far away, almost as if he knew she was there. No, in fact, he was sure she was there. Damn, that scream was loud, but it sure made it easier for him to pick up Kaburagi's location with that brief silence of the warehouse. As a thanks, he smiled confidently at her - And she couldn't help but grin with glee. She didn't even bother telling him that Kaburagi was attacking or throwing faints, because he easily blocked and beat him up, all that while his 'attention' was on her.

Trick after trick, after tooth, after shoe, after nails and needles - The old man tried everything, but it was futile, and with one last close punch from Ohma, whose speed was the same as his normal one, Kaburagi forfeited with a cowardly wail. Tokita Ohma was declared the winner, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead, lifting up the sticking seaweed hair from his face, so he could share a look with his partner. Just as before, she stepped in front of him and threw the towel on his head, drying him up. "I told you, didn't I? I never felt anything from that guy. You worry too much sometimes." he scoffed, putting his hand on the top of her head and ruffling up her already messy hair. "Yeah, I do. Got any complaints, Mr. Seaweed Hair? -... Gosh, never mind, I really need to wash that hair of yours, it's starting to look awful." the girl chuckled lightly, happy that the fight was over. "And... See what we can do about your eyes." "At least I know I gotta be careful next time. If it was my name you screamed, who knows what people would have thought I was doing to you." with this comment, he got nudged to the ribs. "Too bad I can't see what cute face your doing right now." "Lucky me." no matter how much she wanted to get mad or pretend she was flustered, that playful smile of his always made her laugh. "Let's go home. I earned enough money to buy you two months worth of food from all the expensive restaurants."

That night, it was peaceful and quiet - Ohma got the champion's treatment, with more food than he could eat for dinner, and a lot of spoiling in the bathroom. He could never understand what she was doing to him, but all those liquids she was using to massage him were able to relax him more than anything - In fact, his sleep was always the best after such a bath and a successful fight.

But the next morning, or probably, somewhere late into the afternoon, he was awoken by the sound of a phone slamming onto the ground. Ohma groaned and turned to the side, and by peering his eyes open just a bit, he saw the image of his partner, crouched to the ground, with a terrified expression on her face, clutching her phone dearly to her ear.

"Pro-Wrestler, you said? D-Don't tell me... Ohma's gonna be fighting Seki?" he could hear her speaking. Yes, sometimes he forgets that she's more familiar with the Kengan world than he is. Maybe she knows this 'Seki' guy, which means, he must be very strong. "But that's not okay at all! He's not a 3rd fight, he's a... A... 30th fight! Or a 300th fight! There's no way..." no way... What? Does she really believe he'd be beaten by some stupid wrestler? How annoying. Her worrying is pissing him off sometimes. "Yeah, I know, Kaede, I know. Fine, in four days, you've got it, I'll tell him. Gosh, I'll kill your boss someday for this. Bye, see you." and she hung up. "I know you're awake. I heard you." she got up, raking her fingers through her hair, as if exhausted and exasperated. Ohma merely reached out his arm to grab her wrist and pull her into his lap. "You think I'll lose, don't you?" he looked sternly at her. "No. It's not that I think you'll lose. It's that... I'm sure you'll get very injured after your fight with Seki, and you haven't even recovered your wounds after the last two. Remember what I said when you got angry at me for not telling you about Kengan before? There are super strong guys up there - And the last thing I want is for you to get thrown into this mess before you're ready, and have to fight the guy up there before you even know what kengan is. Sekibayashi Jun isn't THE #1, admittedly, but he's not a bottom of the barrel like those guys were. Nowhere close. 5 wins is shit. 10 wins is shit. Seki has about 50 wins and no loss. And you know what? Even that is shit, but he compensates for his TV job as a pro-wrestler in the SJPW. You can say he is, by far, the absolute strongest Pro-Wrestler in Japan, so you're against a master. But what about getting thrown against someone who has a pristine record of no less than 300 wins? What then? You have to fight up the ladder, evolve, get better, get stronger, get smarter. Only that way, can you reach your goal of being the strongest. That's why - I didn't want you to fight Seki so fast. He is strong and definitely in the top 10. You'll like that fight, but don't get complacent and arrogant. He's a fantastic actor." she cupped the man's face, making sure he pays attention to her when she's warning him. "Hmm... All I'm hearing is... 'Ohma, be careful! Don't damage that beautiful face, I can't kiss you if your lips are busted!' or something like that." he smirked, flicking her forehead after seeing her roll her eyes. "Admittedly, that too! But, come on, I'm not kidding. I, unlike Kaede and Yamashita, know what's going on around here. I know the fighters. I don't need their records to know who's on the top and who's not. Don't underestimate him." still, her words didn't get any reaction from him. In fact, he seemed to be mock-thinking. He was coming up with some kind of annoyingly witty comeback or something. "Well, you see, Hasashi Kisara - The way I see it, it is I who's on top. What do you see?" with a low chuckle, he rolled her with her back on the couch, towering over her, with that beautiful, washed, fluffy hair of his dangling and tickling at her face. "You. Only you. Forever you." with a tender smile, she reached out her arms and sneaked them around his torso, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Just be careful, please. You do the fighting, I do the worrying. That's how we function, remember?" "Dumbass bookworm." he chuckled, rolling to the side to hold her, kissing her forehead. "Stupid gym rat."

Still, the fighting day came by unnervingly fast, and now, Kisara was watching Ohma facing Sekibayashi, and that height and weight difference was making her want to tear her hair off. Thankfully, she managed to find both Wakatsuki and Cosmo somewhere in the crowd, and she brought them closer - She couldn't bare with Yamashita's awful worrying, she needed real fighters with whom to discuss the fight and find out realistic opinions.

After some words from Seki, typically of the Pro-Wrestler him, the fight began. "He's looking pretty arrogant." Wakatsuki pointed out, watching as the girl was frowning and nodding. "I already told him multiple times not to get fooled by Seki's acting. Now look at him, he thinks he has the upper hand because he got the first punch in -- Ah, ouch. That slam to the ground broke the cement, didn't it? My scoliosis is cringing." the girl sighed, crossing her arms to her chest and digging her fingers into her skin, a bad habit she got whenever she was anxious and could do nothing but watch. "You can't do more than that, Nee-san. After all, it's not you who's fighting -- But I'd really like to spare with you some day!" Cos chuckled cheerfully, making the girl relax a bit and nod. "Take it easy on me, okay? I'm not a pro, I just know how to defend myself." she replied softly, only to see Sekibayashi kick the over 80 kg Ohma like he was a soccer ball, across the venue. She's seen Seki do a few things that she thought could only happen in movies, but was proven otherwise - This was one of them. "Ohma's getting angry, that's not good. Seki's taunting is getting to him." she had to watch him get a few more kick, punches and flips on Seki, only for the bigger one to outright pick him up like he was a ragdoll and slam him into the concrete - The sound of flesh breaking the ground made Kisara cringe and instinctively step backwards - She couldn't look at how broken Ohma looked, but at the same time, she couldn't look away. Get up, stupid gym rat, get up! "Your friend doesn't look too good." Wakatsuki grunted, placing his hand on her shoulder for reassurance, feeling her flinching every time Sekibayashi would pick him up wrestling-style and throw or slam him around as if he was nothing more than a practice puppet. "Oh no, that's the backbreaker. He's done for." Cosmo shook his head in pity - He didn't care about this Ohma guy, fighting was fighting, and fighting meant risks - But even so, he didn't want to be mean in front of the person supporting him. "God damn that idiot... GET THE FUCK UP, YOU STUPID GYM RAT! IS THAT ALL YOU CAN DO?! WAKE UP AND SHOW US WHO'S ON TOP, DAMN IT! SHOW HIM YOU'RE NOT JUST BARKING!" the girl hollered, but was only heard by Sekibayashi - Probably. "Haha, man, you've got such a pretty princess cheering on you, and that's all you can do? How pitiful! Guess I can steal that pretty princess now!" even though Ohma was unconscious, The Great Seki's pro-wrestling show continued. "What was that sound?" Cosmo gasped in confusion, looking around for the source of the noise. "Look -" Wakatsuki pointed at the shocked Sekibayashi, whose fingers were all bent and twisted. Ohma was out of his grasp, and was pounding him repeatedly. "He looks different, and his fighting style is different. He got faster." "... I've never seen him fight like this before." Kisara muttered, watching attentively at the change. "He's forcing his opponent backwards... Seki is almost double his weight. How can he do that..?" although she said that, Seki was finally beginning to step forward, despite the relentless barrage of hits from the brunet. "He's pretty awesome! He's putting out just as much power as Sekibayashi!" Cosmo seemed to get impressed, unlike his senpai, who was focused. "No, that's not power. It's Torque." as both of his younger companions looked at him in confusion, he began explaining. "Isn't that like opening a bottle cap or turning a stirring wheel? The physics-force that makes objects rotate around their axis?" Kisara asked, remembering her lessons. "Textbook answer, yes. But you think the speed or power increased, don't you? It's actually his velocity. You know what 'Force' means, textbook-wise, don't you?" Wakatsuki asked, and while Cosmo smiled wryly, Kisara answered. "Force is Mass and Acceleration multiplied. Basic Physics. Are you trying to say that, with the same power, by amp-ing up his speed, that power will be felt multiplied?" she asked, watching the man non slightly. "If your mass remains constant, then naturally, your striking power will rise relative to your velocity. In addition, by increasing his speed, he can overwhelmingly increase the number of punches he throws, which results in an increase in 'Torque'." if she thought Ohma would be a great Physics teacher, Wakatsuki was a Physics master. "I want to laugh and ask you to be my teacher, but I'll do that after the match. You're going to ask what's this new-found source of power, don't you?" Kisara looked up at the man, and they seemed to have an almost telepathic connection. "I think it's his heart. The heart is the core of everything. His blood vessels are all suffering from ectasia, you can see them popping over his muscles - The heart pumps blood thanks to three structures, with the main one being the Sinoatrial Node - If Ohma's heart goes even beyond the rated of normal tachycardia, for a prolonged amount of time, there will be no electric shock to keep the heart going, being the heart will fail. Once the Sinoatrial Node fails, the electric shocks will be created by the Atrio-Ventricular Nodule, which does about the same thing, but at a slower, weaker rate - If Ohma's heart keeps getting pushed at the same rate, this Nodule will fail, and with that, there's only the HIS fascicle and the Purkinje web that will keep it still functional - But they're incredibly weak, so they won't keep up with all this... Which means cardiac failure, and with that, the blood will stop going anywhere, which means all cells will die of anoxia... Well. Death. That's what it means." Kisara bit her lip hard, chewing on it anxiously. "Whoa, spoken like a true doctor!" Cosmo was pretty fascinated by the fancy words used. "I think you're right. In his first fight, he was methodical and tactical - Now he looks aggressive like a wild animal with no control." saying that, they watched Sekibayashi grab Ohma's head and deliver a head but, before jumping and double-hitting him in the torso. However, one more clash - And Ohma did something that made Seki fall to the ground with a great gasp. Something that ultimately broke two of his fingers. "Did he just...?!" Cosmo seemed to be looking very shocked. "Yeah. The son of a bitch cut off his 'supply'." Wakatsuki explained. "What - ? You mean he hit his windpipe and stopped his air intake?!" Kisara asked, matching Cosmo's surprise - But she didn't wait until either of them replied, for as soon as Ohma was declared the winner, she sprinted in front of her beaten and battered up partner, who still managed to show a weak smile at her and his cheering manager.

"I thought you'd be matchin' pops in his cheerin'." he teased the girl, watching as she carefully grabbed his injured hand and put his fingers in their rightful position, bandaging them tightly. "Cheer? Cheer for what?!" her jaw was set - She was worried, he realised, and didn't calm down. Admittedly, he did get beaten up worse than she has seen before. "Not only did you get beaten to a bloody pulp... But you didn't win." didn't win...? "At least, not in the way you'd wish for. Total annihilation." she corrected herself, keeping a tight grip on his fingers. "What do you...?" but before she could answer, chatter started going on around everyone's ranks. Kisara turned back to look at Wakatsuki, questioning him with her looks, and he answered with a nod at the old man that entered the venue, before giving a thumbs up - "That's -- Chairman Katahara?!" she gasped - What the hell was he doing here?! And his two monster bodyguards were walking right behind him. "That doesn't matter, does it? Politics don't interest me. What did you mean by not winning?!" he was a bit agitated by that remark - Simply, Kisara raised her arm and pointed towards Sekibayashi. It seems Ohma didn't sense that his opponent was already standing up straight, for he turned, his eyes widened. "Hahaha! I see you've got a keen eye for the show, just as always, little princess!" the wrestler laughed boastfully. "Now you see what I mean, Ohma?" she muttered, letting go of him. It would be improper to do anything but pay attention to this war of politics or words. "Well, he's quite something, I'll give him that. I never thought I'd actually lose... Well, you win. For today." he said that, though he barely has any damage on his body. "Hohoho... So he has THE Sekibayashi's stamp of approval - I suppose he must be the real deal. I suppose that settles it then, right, Shikano?" the chairman praised, yet his voice seemed to hold a mocking undertone. "Yes. I admit defeat, Mr. Nogi. As the losing party, Gandai Inc. will endorse Nogi Group's proposal... Of a resolution to hold a 'Contest for the Kengan Association Chairman's Seat'." Kisara, as well as many others, couldn't help but gasp - A Kengan Tournament?! That's insane!

The old man Katahara held an incredible pressure, but Nogi wasn't one to back down. That means... Whoever it is that will reach the top, will have to fight 'The Fang'... And now, Kisara was really scared. He was the #1 of all the fighters all over the world. If Wakatsuki was strong, The Fang was beyond any definition that the word 'Strong' can come up with. There are only two people that Kisara could see, possibly going equal with that guy, and those were Wakatsuki and Hatsumi. Other than that... No one comes to her mind.

She turned to look at her two friends - Wakatsuki seemed to be anxious to beat the one that defeated him, he was aching to be given that opportunity again... While Cosmo was blindingly excited. He may have 20 or so matches, and all won, but there no way a kid like him would even serve as a warmup for THE Fang.

"This is perfect." Ohma was grinning widely, radiating with a kind of darkness and anticipation that only someone with a strong desire to get revenge or something similar would have. "This is horrible." Kisara, on the other hand, knew that there will be one hell of a job, keeping Ohma alive during this tournament... One way or another.

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#kengan ashura x reader #kengan ashura imagine #kengan ashura #tokita ohma imagine #tokita ohma x reader #tokita ohma #sekibayashi jun #wakatsuki takeshi #imai cosmo #akiyama kaede #yamashita kazuo

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dremieblur · 2 years

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me walking in. Oh another daydreamer w a cookie run paracosm?

Tell more

LISTEN! thank you for allowing me to talk about my vaguely developed paracosm, it got kinda long ngl so it's under the cut if you want to read it!

This is so bare bones at the moment because my brain keeps jumping around in the 'plot' and like, I could give the bullet points but they are subject to change at some point (probably) especially since I'm mixing both Ovenbreak and Kingdom as well as putting in my own fanon for flair...

ANYWAYS!!

Gingerbrave, Gingerbright, and Dozer (they're triplets) manage to escape the Witch's oven and house after spending an undisclosed/undecided amount of time being tortured/abused by the Witch (she constantly threatened to eat them causing some long lasting psychological damage to all three)

When they escaped, Gingerbrave landed wrong and ended up injuring his leg (more specifically his knee) and he didn't tell his siblings leading to later complications that would lead to Brave having to use a cane as a mobility aid as well as chronic pain.

(These events follow Cookie Run Ovenbreak where Gingerbrave join Pirate Cookie and his crew on his ship where they are later accosted by Captain Ice Cookie)

It also leads to this exchange between the triplets where both Gingerbrave and Dozer turn to Gingerbright (who is the smartest of the three):

BRAVE & DOZER: Uh, Bright? BRIGHT: Yes? DOZER: Is.... is being a Pirate ILLEGAL???BRIGHT: Unfortunately, yes. BRAVE: And since we're on this ship and agreed to be a part of his crew in exchange for passage... We're technically Pirates as well, right? BRIGHT: Yup. [Pirate Cookie and Ice Captain Cookie argue and Pirate refuses to give up, leading to a chase] BRAVE: Oh, we are so fucked...

(A lot of the cookies cuss ngl)

Skipping around a little, they end up in Kingdom where the worse of Brave's injury catches up to him and he ends up collapsing while they are trying to escape a cake wolf, Dozer and Bright manage to beat the monster back but also end up overexerting themselves, leading them to collapse as well.

(It should go without saying that Gingerbrave and his siblings are kinda not into the whole 'government' thing so while they are all appointed leaders of their 'kingdom', they prefer to call it a homestead leading to the paracosm's name: The Sugar Homestead).

I also have some starter comics, that I made in Cookie Run Comic Maker, most of them are kinda eh, but it made me realize how much I want to do sprite edits for this whole thing so I'm gonna buy a tablet or something as a treat to myself at some point.

(Oh yeah spoilers, I made White Lily Cookie and Dark Enchantress Cookie Siblings for the potential angst and parallels to Gingerbrave and his siblings' relationship)

(And then I made a serious attempt at making this in the maker, after finding an EXTREMELY CUTE custom sprite set done by a user named cabbage on the site (which in turn started my whole urge to do sprite edits and figure out the Cookie Run Style))

(And these are like my first official dabbles in the maker where I wanted to A Softer World Remix comic (if you know what I'm talking about, if not look it up, it's actually really fun and several fandoms have at least one blog dedicated to it))

(Also im pretty sure I fucked up the idiom but like shhhhhhhhhhh)

I am also in the process of making a pinterest board for most, if not all of the Cookie Run Characters (which is more difficult than you would think for certain characters)

I might drop a link in the future lol

I have some half-formed notes about Gingerbrave's time in the Creme Republic (he HATED it ngl, he wanted to fight so many adults and spent most it trying to encourage Clotted Cream Cookie to go absolutely APESHIT on Custard Cookie).

It also leads to me thinking about this tweet:

which is something that Brave says to Clotted a LOT tbh, especially when he realizes that Clotted has a lot issues that were caused by Custard (kinda mirroring how Brave, Bright, and Dozer have issues caused by the Witch and how much Brave wants to kinda, sorta kill her)

I have some relationships that are heavy WIPs for the most part because I don't believe every cookie is related to each other, but some certainly are (but ill have to develop that more later on)

There's also so extensive lore work where Devsisters are two witches that are responsible for creating Earthbread and the creation of the Legendary Cookies (who am I labeling elemental Gods/Goddesses/Deities) Millennial Tree Cookie, Wind Archer Cookie, Moonlight Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie, and Fire Spirit Cookie.

The dragons exist (and i think it's funny that Gingerbrave is just suffering while Bright tries to reason with Longan Dragon)

Timekeeper is also there and brings up the possibility of timelines where TERRIBLE THINGS ARE CONSTANTLY HAPPENING. She also re-traumatizes the kids by dropping them in some of the worst timelines and making them fend for themselves (a vague idea but it's rattling around in my noggin')

Like this is all I can think of right now without giving away some of the other things floating around in my head ngl!

but thanks @cringezskull430 for giving me the opportunity to talk about my paracosm a little bit!

Sorry it got so long and wasn't as detailed as it could have been!

#paracosm: The Sugar Homestead #thank you for ask!!!#i will definitely be reblogging to the side blog i made #because this is fairly conducive to being a pretty good first post #not to mention everything here is a MASSIVE WIP

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catgirl-catboy · 1 year

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Would fall into mlm scheme-

*Coughs* Kakeru x Kinji i guess?

He saved us from Tsurugi's wrath just being existing, we should grateful for him...

And what is your remnants headcanons?? I love remnants more than my life I need to know people's opinions on them

Oh hell yess! My Remnant headcanons can go on for days!

CW: a buncha fucked up shit. This is your dead dove tag. Also, none of this is Dr3 compliant because Dr3 was made by cowards that didn't show much gore.

First off, can I drop someone else's fic? This Kazuichi fic is absolutely horrifying, and I am afraid of the person who can think that up. The other one-shots in the fic are good too, but this one... fantastic.

Sonia decides she despises all of the pressure she's put under being a queen, and wants to abdicate. Junko won't allow this, thinking that staying as a princess will cause her despair. Kazuichi makes a robot meant to perfectly imitate her. (I imagine he gets gross with it, but nothing explicitly illegal happens) Gundam actually takes over the running of the kingdom, leaving him no time to take care of his Devas.

Sonia decides to give up on both being a princess and a person, and mostly just does the first impulsive thing she can think of. If she wants to try something she heard in a true crime podcast, she does. Cut all of her hair off, sure. why not!

I imagine she'd rarely communicate people other than Kazuichi and Gundam verbally. Most of the time, she just makes noises or is creepily silent.

Remember how in Ultra Despair Girls, becoming Junko was a big thing? Fuyuhiko wants to become Natsumi. Peko objects to this, so he donates her to Mikan. (more on Mikan later.)

He tries to forget that he ever held a differing opinion than Natsumi.

He's one of the few despairs that doesn't kill his parents. Why would the golden child ever do such a thing?

Mikan worked on the Kamukura project. It was her first human experiment, but it wasn't the last.

She does unethical experiments on people, and is by far the most terrifying despair. It isn't even about knowledge for her anymore. Its about control. She's done lobotomies on several people, so she has staff that unflinchingly follows her orders.

Fuyuhiko donates Peko to her cause, but she escapes with minimal damage.

Hiyoko isn't so lucky. Mikan manages to capture her early into the Tragedy. Almost everyone suspects Mikan has her, but nobody wants to say anything.

She does a reverse Izuru and manages to remove Hiyoko's talent. Her feet look fine. But her sense of balance is almost completely destroyed, making her extremely clumsy.

Mikan doesn't stop there. She makes Hiyoko extremely dependant on her to do basic tasks like eating and getting dressed, while not causing her much physical injury. (I imagine Mikan undoes some but not all of it post Dr2) Mikan loves this. Imagine a complete role reversal where Hiyoko has to be super polite to Mikan so Mikan doesn't hurt her worse, while Mikan is just batshit insane.

The only one aware of Hiyoko's whereabouts is Mahiru. She documented the whole thing, along with most of the other crimes the despairs have committed.

Mahiru is the only despair with an intact sense of morality, but it doesn't stop her from acting. She's just an observer. Really.

She observes everyone she's close to fall into despair, and doesn't notice her slipping into it herself.

After Junko made it clear that Sonia was never going to date him, Kazuichi gives up on romance as a concept. He's still very horny, but it never really goes anywhere.

I imagine he's had sex with pretty much every attractive person he meets. None of the measure up to Sonia.

Also, I imagine he'd likely be the one to give himself tattoos, and that they'd be related to his Ultimate. Practical.

Akane starving herself is Dr2 canon, but I imagine she also starved her siblings. Slowly. She was tired of being the brave one, so she killed them.

I imagine that she takes up smoking to kill her taste buds.

She's the type who will needlessly endanger her own life just to feel something.

Nekomaru is angry and bitter about the fact that out of these fuck-ups, he's the one most likely to die first. As a result, he will attempt to murder the other remnants. His body isn't strong enough to be as much of a threat.

I know the fanon is that Kaz built the executions for Junko, but I like to imagine Nekomaru helped with the phycological aspects. A coach knows how to bring out both the best and the worst in people.

Horrible influence for Akane.

I like Ultra Despair Girls so Servant is canon to me, but I'd like to imagine that he keeps waffling back and forth on if he wants his talent removed like Hiyoko.

I also imagine that he makes it very easy for strangers to attempt to murder him. It never works.

Izuru discovers he likes the sensation of pain. (I don't mean it in a sexual way but if you do thats cool dw.) He tries to seek out and experience the most painful things the world has to offer, to see if something more painful than boredom exists. It doesn't.

Ibuki regresses to how she was before she quit her old band. Incredibly self-conscious of how others view her and ready to follow the crowd. The crowd screams for bloodshed, so she delivers! She should be happy, right?

The Ult. Impostor mutilates themselves to the point where they won't be able to successfully impersonate someone ever again. You can't hide those scars. They are a nobody, and they took away their choice to even be seen as a somebody.

Peko is in a depressive state throughout the entire plot post Fuyuhiko. She doesn't do much of anything, but she could never raise a hand against him.

Teruteru absolutely did some shit with that Mondo butter, thats all I'm saying. All of the Dr1 kid's corpses were probably stolen by the kids, not just Junko.

#ask tag #remnants of despair #dr2 #danganronpa #danganronpa spoilers

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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100 Followers Ask Game!! [closed]

a/n: guys i actually can't believe this 😭 thank you so much for 100 followers, i know it might not seem like that much to some people but it seems like SO MUCH to me 🫶 i love all of you so much!! i've been planning this for a little while and i'm so excited to finally be able to do it!!

the rules:

choose 1-3 prompts from any of the lists! i have 5 lists which include: fluff, angst & hurt/comfort, injury/sickness, enemies/rivals to lovers, & action.

choose your preferred idol! i write for: txt, svt, skz, enhypen, bts, victon, astro, AND verivery!! please request any idol you would like, i'm comfortable writing for all of them!!

please specify from what list each numbered prompt is, cause if you just say "prompt 5" i won't know what list you want it from :(

i never write nsfw, and i am a minor so please don't be weird.

if i don't get to your request right away, please be understanding! writing takes a long time, and i am a student, so i have to balance school as well as writing. but, i'll always try to complete every request that is sent it.

example of properly structured request (you could copy this format if you need to): "hi! could I please request #31 from fluff, #9 from sickness, and #33 from action for yeonjun?"

requests will close by February 21st so get your requests in before then!!

lists below the cut!!

the lists:

fluff

“You’re so pretty”

“You look so kissable right now.”

“Your heart is beating so fast.”

“Do I really affect you that much?”

“I love you so much.”

“That’s so cheesy.”

“I want to stay here forever. With you.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, 10 times… But just another 10, please?”

“Let’s just stay in bed.”

“Was that your first kiss?”

“I think I might be in love with you.”

“I love you. Every single part of you. Even the parts you don’t like.”

“You’re enough. You’re more than enough, in fact.”

“Did you get a new lip gloss? You taste good.”

“Sorry for waking you, baby. Go back to sleep.”

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Don’t leave! You’re warm…”

“Wait, don’t pull away… not yet.”

“No, it’s fine- it’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“I don’t know if it’s your hair, or your outfit, or if it’s just you. But you look stunning.”

“You wearing my clothes should be illegal. You look too cute in them.”

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

“Don’t look at me like that… it makes me want to kiss you.”

“I love you. It’s not up for debate.”

“Stop! You’re making me blush…”

“Are you jealous over me?”

“Guess what?” “What?” “I love you.”

“Your hands are warm…”

“You have a little ice cream on your nose.”

“I’m sad and I demand cuddles.”

“I love you more than I did yesterday.”

“Stop pouting, I’m coming-”

“You got me flowers?”

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

angst & hurt/comfort

“Please, just hold me”

“Stay. Please.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“Do you even care about me?”

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

“Hey, just look at me. Breathe.”

“Stop telling me you’re okay.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Don’t touch me.”

“I could really use a hug right now.”

“Don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

“Shh… it’s okay. I’m here.”

“Stop crying, you’re scaring me.”

“Whatever it is… I’m sorry, okay?”

“I didn’t realise I was such an inconvenience… I’ll leave.”

“It was just a nightmare. I’m still here.”

“I’m sorry I made you worried about me.”

“Please look at me.”

“I never feel like I’m good enough to deserve you.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying I just-“ *hiccup*

“Are.. are those good tears? Or bad tears?”

“You’ve got a little mascara stain… you wanna talk about it?”

“I’m sorry… I’m getting your sweater all wet.”

“It’s okay. You can tell me about it, I won’t judge you.”

“Let me stay. You need someone to hug, and I can make breakfast in the morning.”

injury/sickness

“If even half of that blood is yours you need to sit down right now.”

“I’m tired of lying here in this stupid bed.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“Let me kiss it better.”

“Shit- you’re burning up!”

“‘Blood?’ Are you bleeding?!”

“Where did all those bruises come from?”

“You ‘didn’t think it was that bad’? Are you looking at it?!”

“You ate this-? No wonder you got sick.”

“Hold on- I need to navigate through the ocean of tissues before I can hug you.”

“I feel dizzy.”

“I can’t kiss you or you’ll get sick too.”

“I didn’t know what medication to buy, so I just got everything.”

“I made you soup! I hope you don’t get more sick from eating it…”

“You scared me half to death. I’m so relieved that you’re okay now.”

“I’m fine, it’s just a cold.”

“I’m no doctor, but I think you need to get medical attention."

“Stop being stubborn and drink some damn water.”

“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10’, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10’. We’re going to the hospital.”

“This might sting a little, just squeeze my hand if it hurts.”

enemies/rivals to lovers

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”

“I think you got brain damage from that.”

“I’m gonna need therapy after this.”

“You’re annoying. You know that, right?”

“I’m fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten.”

“Hello. This number is currently unavailable-“ “That doesn’t work with me.” “You just won’t leave me alone, will you?”

“Who did this to you? […] Tell me right now.”

“Please cancel my subscriptions to your issues.” “The only issue I have is you.”

“Oh I’m sorry, is the sound of my winning too loud for you?”

“Touch her/him and you’re dead.”

“For once, I’m not the bad guy here.”

“To think that I was ever capable of looking at you with disgust. You are the most beautiful thing this world has to offer.”

“I thought you hated me.” “Hate is a strong word.”

“It’s hard to remember we aren’t in a competition anymore.”

“I love you. I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realise that.”

“They didn’t tell me I’d be working with an idiot.”

“Wait- you love me?”

“It was never part of the plan to fall in love with you.”

“You crash landed into my life. You made everything miserable, and awful, and beautiful, and lovely, and exciting at the same time.”

“What are you doing here?! It’s against the rules we set.” “Well shit. Rules are meant to be broken, now can I get the kiss I came for?”

“I love you - you enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

“You’re not a bad person, you’re actually kinda nice to have around.”

“You know, you’re really hot when you’re angry.”

“I used to want to kill you. Now I just want to kiss you.”

“I’m tired of having to pretend like we hate each other.”

action

Forehead kisses

Holding hands

Back-hugs

Kisses on the lips

Laying a head on the others shoulder

Playing with the others hair

Tracing designs onto the others skin

Dancing together

Blushing

Giggling between kisses

Smiling between kisses

Saying “I love you” between kisses

Finding you wearing their clothes

Falling asleep on the others lap

Cuddling with the same blanket

Accidentally falling asleep together

Kissing their cheek/dimples

Giving the other their jacket

Hugging the other to themselves to warm them up

Rubbing small circles with their thumb while holding hands

Patching the other up

Sleeping in

Midnight talks

Staying up

Watching the other sleep

Drawing each other

Cupping your/their cheeks

One getting drunk

Flirting with the other while drunk

Neck kisses

Butterfly kisses

Surprising you with gifts

Buying their favourite flavours of lip balm/gloss so they can kiss you more

Singing you to sleep

Buying couple’s items (rings, bracelets, clothes, etc.)

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#slytherinhobi's ask game!!#100 followers #guys that's actually insane #thank you so much 😭#txt fluff #svt fluff #skz fluff #astro fluff #victon fluff #verivery fluff #enhypen fluff #bts fluff

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arjaandsimoni · 17 days

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The Mill Creek Monster

Content Warning: This chapter contains a graphic description of a character's death. Reader discretion is advised.

Jaipur India, late morning

Nelen stood in the middle of the rec room of the Barjar Estate, the magus’s arms folded over his chest. “So that’s what happened according to Tex. Stephy was captured and they rescued him, but during his captivity the vampire who had him let their new Prince’s name slip… and, yeah…” he nodded, glancing away at the wall.

Arja was grinding her teeth, looking down at the floor. This was bad, really bad. Al had come very VERY close to killing them both times they’d encountered him. “… dammit… I mean… I don’t want to not help, but if it’s the middle of winter there…” she grumbled.

Nelen nodded, “Believe me I get it. If I could call for backup from Clan Fullmoon, or hell even get Aisha or Alice, I would… but the way things are now I have no idea when or if Loren will be free, and I know Alice is busy busting her ass.” he replied, sighing.

Dawn let out a low mrowl, the Cheshire sitting on the couch with her tail thrashing. “I mean… I saw that new prince in Dusty’s vision… he sure as hells didn’t act like Al.” she frowned, “But if he’s pulling some sort of scam, I mean he fooled us for years. We know he’s a good actor.” she nodded.

“But why?” asked Simoni, “Why show up again now, and why there?”

Nelen sighed, “Revenge probably. He probably knows our parents live there. Demons can be extremely spiteful… and after the thrashing we gave him, nevermind ruining the plans they had with the Heavenly Host to restore Yahweh and solidify their power again… yeah, he probably figures wrecking our hometown to be good payback, or maybe even wants to use it to try to accomplish what he failed to start in New Orleans.” he nodded.

Simoni whined, “Yeah, a horde of ‘unholy bloodsucking monsters’ getting wiped out by the angels… that’d be pretty close to what he planned for the Hyde.”

Arja growled, looking at her hands. She was a member of the vanara folk and a fire magic user, but it was the middle of winter in Cincinnati. Her powers would be at their weakest there, but if they didn’t go…

“… let me and Simoni go talk to grandpa. Maybe he knows something about how to get around my weakness to cold.” she nodded, “Give us... one week Nelen. Then, ready or not, we’ll go.”

Nelen nodded back, “One week. I’ll work on some prep while you’re busy. We’re up against vampires mostly, so there’s shit I can do there.”

Then the group looked up at the sound of shouting from outside, and several loud thudding sounds.

Nelen sighed, “For fuck’s sake… again?! Girls, stay here. I’m going to go deal with this.” he frowned, heading upstairs to explain, calmly and patiently, why trespassing and taking photos without consent was illegal… and exactly where the line was drawn for how much injury one could inflict before it became ‘too much’ on a trespasser.

He hoped they could find some way to stop these idiots soon.

Sammi’s Apartment, Covington Kentucky, A Few Days Later

Stephy examined his neck in the mirror, then looked at his wrists. Not even any discoloration remained. It had been almost a week since he was liberated from Astaroth’s haven but thanks to Grabkins’ ministrations he was all but healed. He walked out into the bar area of the apartment where Sammi and Tex were waiting, along with Lupe who had curled up on the floor for a short nap, and nodded to them. “Alright, I think I’m good.” grinned the fae princess.

Stephy was dressed for a fight, but in a stealthy sort of way. A white leather skirt going down to his knees, black leggings, and slip on black shoes, with a blue silken sleeveless top under a white leather jacket. The skirt and jacket were sturdy enough to offer some protection (they were crafted from the hide of an Arcadian beast rather than one from the mortal realm) while not getting in the way should he need to transform. His hair was tied back into a secure ponytail as well, and he had something else with him.

He had decided to take a cue from Nelen, and over his shoulder was a small white clutch purse with the inside magically altered to be as big as a car’s trunk. Inside it were several useful tools that Sammi had gathered at the local Goblin Market during his recovery.

The Goblin Market of Cincinnati was quite the sight, though Stephy hadn’t had the chance to go before. In the city proper there was a large public market known as Findlay Market. A popular destination for both tourists and locals that sold locally grown produce and specialty foods… though it was always closed on Mondays.

That was, in part, because Monday evenings, from sunset to sunrise, the goblins came to hawk their wares.

While the mortal market would sell various fruits and veggies, jams and jellies, and other such treats and delicacies, the goblins sold the bounty of the local Hedge in the form of the magical fruits that grew there, as well as any trinkets or esoterica they could pick up and stranger things besides… of which Stephy’s bag now carried several.

It had always been a major failing of their’s that their team did not have anyone versed in healing arts, and their encounter with Astaroth really drove that home, so among the other finds Sammi had acquired were several smaller vials of the same hedge fruit mixture that made up Grabkins’ restoratives. It wouldn’t be as effective as magic, and they would still have to drink them, but it could mean the difference between life and death.

Sammi and Tex were ready for battle as well, the changeling prince in his own white leather tunic, black tights, and knee-high boots with his rapier at his hip and Tex wearing his long sturdy duster coat with the Very Useful Deck tucked into the inside chest pocket.

“So, remember the plan everyone.” nodded Sammi, “We know where the creature makes its haven. Reynard and my other goblins will guard the exits while we go inside and do battle. Our best chance is to force them into the sunlight. If we can manage that, the fight will be effectively over.”

“Easier said than done Sam…” nodded Tex, taking a drink from a can of Dr. Pepper, the can looking extremely out of place in the prince’s apartment. “That thing is strong ‘n fast, we’ll have to be really on our toes even with Lupe’s help.”

“Oh ye of little faith…” tutted Sammi as he finished his own drink, a rather strange cocktail of wine brewed from the same clear grapes Stephy snacked on at lunchtime and the tears of those whose hearts had been broken.

“We’ll handle it Tex. Nelen said he’ll be here in a couple days, but I wanna make sure at least one of those four is dealt with before they realize we’re not really in Texas.” nodded Stephy, putting his hand on the cowboy’s shoulder.

Tex sighed, then smiled at him, “Well, ain’t gonna pretend I don’t wanna give ‘im a bloody nose for what he did to ya’ll darlin’.” he nodded, finishing his drink and standing, then whistling.

Lupe’s head perked up, the werewolf barking as she got to all fours, still in her animal form as the group headed out of the apartment.

“Good huntin’ to yez.” nodded Grabkins as they left, the goblin busying himself with cleaning up.

An Abandoned Paper Mill, Mill Creek Cincinnati, a couple hours later

In the depths of the old mill, in a windowless room, was Clarence the Rat, the Mill Creek Monster.

He lay there in the deep deathly sleep of the day that took the undead when they laid down as the sun rose, but his dreams were fitful. It would be more accurate to say that his memories were. Rather than dreams, most vampires remembered events of their lives and unlives when they rested.

His memories often returned to the day he was turned, seeing the horrible monster that he now knew was his sire emerging from the trunk he had stolen with the rest of his crew of river pirates, remembering how it tore them limb from limb, then turned to him and forced him down, burying its fangs in his neck.

He remembered how everything seemed to slowly go dark, how cold he had felt, how he could hear his heart slowing down as it tried and failed to keep beating… then a taste in his mouth… thicker than any syrup, richer than any wine, and how he wanted it, all of it…

… and then waking up that night and seeing what had become of him.

He hated those memories he hated remembering how weak and terrified he had felt… and now he reveled in bringing that terror to others. Every night he could he drowned those memories in blood, knowing no matter what he would never be human again, or even seen as human.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, and he sniffed at the air.

“… someone come to visit ol’ Clarence?” he hissed, his head rising.

Someone was inside his lair he could feel it. It was still daytime, but it wouldn’t be the first time a would-be vampire slayer had tracked him down.

Slowly, he went on all fours, then began to slink out of the room as his body became invisible once more. There were windows of course, places where the sun could get in, but this was his domain and he knew it better than anyone.

At least he’d have a snack before he went back to bed.

Inside the old mill the group stood ready. Tex had the Very Useful Deck in his hand, ready to draw as soon as their foe showed himself, and Sammi’s blade was already unsheathed.

Stephy had opened his purse and pulled out something himself. A goblin fruit that looked like a large bell pepper, but with black leaves and stem instead of green.

Next to them all was Lupe, the werewolf’s eyes scanning the room… then suddenly the lupine figure arched her back and growled in warning.

“Smelled me did yeh?” came the voice of the Mill Creek Monster… then suddenly they heard rushing footsteps! Stephy spun around and tore the stem off the pepper with his teeth, looking towards where they were coming from.

“COVER YOUR FACES!” he shouted to everyone as he threw it, then quickly ducked down and clamped his hands over his mouth and nose as he shut his eyes tight.

The pepper bounced towards the source of the sound, and after a moment there was a tremendous splattering sound as a huge cloud of raw spice exploded into the air!

Plants from the hedge were odd things. Some had restorative properties, some could be highly toxic, but some could be weapons! The Bellbomb Peppers were one of those, tear the stem off hard enough and it caused the glamour inside to ignite, making a powerful peppery hand grenade!

Clarence shrieked as the spices bit into his eyes, the vampire becoming visible as he clawed at his face. He was undead, but he still needed to be able to see! “AUGH! W-WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!” he snarled, trying to clear his vision.

Stephy stood and whistled sharply, a gust of wintery air blasting through the mill and blowing away the remaining cloud as his allies raised their weapons, Lupe letting out a roar as she transformed from an animal into her massive werewolf form. “NOW! WHILE HE’S BLINDED!” he called out.

Lupe snarled and raced forward, her fangs bared as she drew close to the Mill Creek Monster, but Clarence snarled and lashed out with his claws, sending her flying with a yelp!

Tex drew a hand from the deck, then the cards vanished and a crackling ball of lightning appeared in his grasp. “Ain’t seen this in a while…” he nodded, rearing back and throwing it like a fastball towards the vampire.

The lightning shot out of his hand in a flash, and Clarence couldn’t move in time, the bolt hitting home! The vampire screamed in pain as lightning arced across his body, but it didn’t seem to hurt him as much as it would a living foe.

Sammi ducked under him, coating his sword in a sheet of ice, and tried to thrust upwards towards the vampire’s heart as he attempted to freeze it like the one they encountered in the alleyway at the start of all this, but Clarence roared and smacked him to the side, the sword falling from his hands as Sammi went rolling against one of the old rusted machines in the mill, crying out in pain as he slammed into it.

Stephy gasped as he saw him land, then looked at Clarence and let out a loud bird-like cry as the air inside the mill sparkled with frost and became a sudden gale, slamming down into the vampire. It snarled, but while the cold did slow it a little it didn’t have much effect otherwise. He was a living corpse after all, hypothermia wasn’t a threat to him!

The Monster leapt, and Stephy immediately ran to the left, throwing off his jacket and kicking off his shoes as he transformed and took to the air, then soared over the Monster’s head. He landed near the far wall of the building, flapping his wings as his talons scratched at the floor. “OVER HERE UGLY!” he shouted.

Clarence hissed, then sneered. “Nice try snack…” he grinned as Stephy hesitated. “Tryin’ to get ol’ Clarence by th’ doors so you can shove ‘im out in th’ sunlight ‘n watch ‘im roast? You think you’re th’ first one to try that?!” he laughed.

Stephy hesitated, that had indeed been his plan! They would lure him by the doors, then Stephy would use his wind magic to blow him outside where the sun would finish him off… but Clarence was almost two hundred years old, this was far from the first attempt to end the legend of the Mill Creek Monster!

Clarence looked around. Sammi was struggling to his feet, his side injured where he’d hit the ancient machinery… but he was still a changeling and likely had some tricks, and the werewolf could match his strength easily… but the other one…

He sneered, then turned towards Tex and charged. “C’MERE SNACK!” he laughed.

Tex gasped as he ran forward, but as he drew close he grinned, then reached into his jacket pocket. Stephy wasn’t the only one who had some goblin tricks! As soon as Clarence was within arm’s reach, he pulled out what looked like a sunflower with glowing petals, then crushed it in his hand. There was a snapping sound and a burst of light erupted from his palm like a flashbulb as the Mill Creek Monster screamed and fell backwards, smoke erupting from his face!

“Gotcha!” laughed Tex as he drew a fresh hand from the Very Useful Deck, getting a revolver that seemed to tremble slightly as if caught in a minor earthquake.

Sunburst Flowers, another goblin fruit that, as the name suggested, exploded in a flash of light when put under pressure. Not just any light, but sunlight! Clarence wouldn’t take Stephy’s bait and go to the sun, so Tex brought the sun to him!

Tex’s revolver cracked off three times, the bullets pounding into the Monster’s midsection as he writhed on the floor, clutching at his face! “We knew you’d go fer me first chance ya’ll got. Two changelings ‘n a werewolf, but I’m th’ only human! Not as easy a target as ya’ll thought eh?”

Clarence roared in fury, clawing his way to his feet. His face was blackened and burnt as if it’d been pressed to a hot stove, his eyes shining with malice as he raised his claws. “K-KILL YOU!” he roared, baring his fangs as he leapt only for Lupe to tackle him in midair and send him crashing to the floor.

The werewolf barked in fury, clawing at him as Clarence snarled and tried to shove her off, but Lupe’s strength was second only to Drusilla’s! The two rolled across the floor of the old mill, snarling at each other in rage, then suddenly a sharp whistle echoed through the building and Lupe jumped back from him, landing on all fours nearby.

Clarence growled and tried to get to his feet, then fell down as he slid on something. “What the…” he looked down, seeing a sheet of ice under him.

Sammi was sitting next to the machine he’d thrown him into, clutching at his side, but grinning mischeviously at the vampire. His hand was pressed to the floor and a trail of frost radiated out from it, freezing the ground under Clarence.

“Wait…” hissed the vampire, looking around, then looking behind him and realizing where he was.

“NOW REYNARD!” shouted the fae prince!

Outside the mill Reynard’s ears twitched. “THERE’S HIS LORDSHIP’S SIGNAL! PULL YE SONS OF MOTHERS!” he cried as the assembled goblins tugged hard on the ropes they’d attached to the large metal delivery doors on the mill’s front, wrenching them open!

Inside Stephy landed next to Sammi, still in his avian form, took a deep breath, and let out a loud raptor-like shriek! The wind howled in response, slamming into Clarence and sending him sliding across the frozen floor!

“NO!” roared Clarence as he tried to dig his claws in, but the floor was totally frictionless! He was moving too fast and he couldn’t gain any footing on the ice! His fingers scrabbled, but the ice had coated everything around him for several feet! There was nothing within reach to grab to stop himself!

Then he hit the snows outside with a thud, tumbling head over heels as Stephy and Sammi both raised their hands, and the ice he’d slid on raised and thickened, freezing over the entrance!

“Scatter!” yelled Reynard as the goblins ran out of the yard and Clarence scrambled to his feet… then he began to feel it.

It was almost noon, on a beautiful cloudless winter day…

Vampirism was a curse. While it offered one the chance to… well, not live forever, but continue forever… there were some major drawbacks. The biggest and most well known of course, being sunlight.

The morning that Natasha received Cernunnos’ blessing, which granted her protection from ‘Sol’s Baleful Glare’ as the spell went, she had almost cried upon seeing the sun without fear for the first time in centuries.

But Clarence had no such protection…

The vampire screamed as his body began to smoke, his skin blackening and cracking as he looked around for any cover, anything, but the yard was huge and empty, surrounded by a high brick wall on all sides. There was nowhere to hide!

“NO! NOT THIS!” he wailed, slamming into the icy barrier as he tried to flee back into the mill. "IT BURNS! IT BUUUUURNS!” he cried as smoke began to rise from his form, the smell of burnt meat filling the air.

He clawed frantically at the barrier, the sun hanging overhead in a clear blue sky, reflected all around him by the snow in the field. He slammed his hand into the ice, and with a snap his arm broke off and crumbled to ashes.

He screamed wordlessly, turning and trying to flee somewhere, anywhere else, but with another snapping sound his knee cracked in half and his left leg crumbled as well!

Clarence fell onto his back, his remaining arm over his eyes as the sun glared down on him like a vengeful deity, his skin blackened and cracked with embers like a stick of charcoal as he whimpered in terror.

“Not this… not poor ol’ Clarence…” he gasped out, his arm cracking away as it scattered on the wind, “… who’ll mourn ol’ misbegotten… Clarence…” he wheezed as his chest caved in, then his face, crumbling into ashes and dust.

Slowly the ice barrier melted away and the group emerged, finding only an empty set of clothes amid a pile of ashes in the snowfield. As the wind blew over them the ashes scattered, not even bones remained. A vampire would leave a skeleton if destroyed by other means, but the sun claimed all. Other than the clothes he wore there was nothing left to show that the Mill Creek Monster had ever been.

“… huh… well that was… uh… gruesome.” muttered Tex, staring at the pile. He wanted to end the Mill Creek Monster’s threat, especially after what had happened to Stephy… but it was one thing to want it, quite another to hear a vampire screaming in terror as it was consumed by sunlight.

“Quite…” nodded Sammi, twirling an empty glass vial in his fingers, one of the restoratives Stephy had brought in his purse. “You always think they’ll just go up like a Roman Candle and that’s that… but its never as quick as you expect.”

Stephy nodded, “Yeah… wow… um… we should probably head back home guys. I don’t think we wanna be in Cincinnati when the other three figure out he’s dead dead.” he pointed out.

“Right.” nodded Sammi.

“Mmhm…” agreed Tex.

“Woof.” commented Lupe, in her animal form once more.

Astaroth’s Backup Haven, 2:00 AM

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘HE’S DEAD?!’” demanded Astaroth into his phone.

“Sorry boss!” came the reply, “We went to the Mill like you said, but it looks like there was a fight here and the Rat ain’t here, but there’s a pile of clothes outside and ash all over the damn place. I mean, what else could it be?”

Astaroth frowned, "Just ashes? No bones?" he asked.

"No bones... not even a tooth... um... so yeah..." the caller trailed off. They both knew what that meant, the only thing that would destroy a vampire's skeleton as well as their body was sunlight... that or maybe something like a blast furnace, but a ruined paper mill wouldn't have that.

The vampiric mage steadied himself, taking off his glasses and rubbing his face firmly, then sighed, “… just… get back here dammit.” he snapped, hanging up and turning around.

Thomas was leaning against the wall, staring at him, “… they got the fuckin’ Monster?” he asked in a disbelieving tone.

“Someone did.” nodded Astaroth. “I don’t know if it was them… my ghouls say they left from CVG four days ago, but they also say that they saw them getting off a bus this afternoon. So they both left Cincinnati and didn’t.”

Thomas looked very worried at this, the younger vampire adjusting his tie, “Yeah, but… the Rat of all damn things… how the fuck…” he swallowed.

“I DON’T DAMN WELL KNOW! They have one of the godsdamned Gentry on their side! Maybe she got him!” he snarled, stalking to a wall and resting his arm against it, then pressing his forehead to his arm and sighing loudly. “Where’s Walter?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Er, last I heard he was up in Price Hill. We got wind that there was a coterie up there who wanted to off the Boss and stick up a new prince who was more like old Archibald, so he’s… sortin’ them out.” replied Thomas.

“Send someone to find him once he’s done having his fun. He loves a good fight. If they really did kill the Mill Creek Monster, he’ll be all over that.” he nodded.

Thomas nodded, “You got it Astaroth…” he replied, quickly making his way out.

Astaroth sighed, glaring at the wall. “This was supposed to be simple. Replace Archie with a puppet, get what we want… but the only one dumb enough to actually try to kill him was this loon who wants to play Vampire Lord…” he grumbled.

While Clarence and Walter reveled in being a monster and a tyrant, Astaroth and Thomas knew better. They knew damn well that they were hidden from the humans for a reason, and that reason was that humans outnumbered them and had access to powerful weaponry. A vampire had to fear pitchforks, torches, and wooden stakes in days of old… but the modern era had automatic weapons, incendiary grenades, and napalm.

“… the must have other help. Two changeling children and a mundane can’t possibly have handled him on their own, and the only one who would have been able to fight with them in the daytime would have been the werewolf I saw…” he nodded, “I’ll have to tell my agents to follow them in the day, see who else is getting involved before this spirals too far out of control.”

Edgewood Kentucky

In the woods behind his house, Dusty hummed to himself and roasted some marshmallows over a campfire, on a stick. Sitting on his shoulder was a squirrel, chittering in his ear. “Well hot damn.” he chuckled, nodding to the furry creature as it nodded back.

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