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mysteriousl0ser · 24 days

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FUCK IT, TADC EP 2 THOUGHTS MAJOR SPOILERS!! BE WARNED

LETS GO!! Pomni is still pretty screwed up over her first day here, I mean this is all fresh and new to her so like DUH. everyone else here is somewhat or entirely adjusted and kind of just cope with the fact that theyre here I dont think pomni has really processed how long theyve been here?? In the pilot she seems SO bothered by how okay they are with this and willingness to do caines fuckass adventures

i dont blame her, anywho pomni in her nightmare-induced state starts to abstract, she had to face an abstraction early on in her days here which like have to be pretty truamatizing (duh) and cried out to ANYONE, but where she called for help literally no one helped her “oh well” they though

Pomni doesn't feel like anybody else cares, shes the only one whos still going through an adjustment phase and freaking the fuck out while everyone else is just going along with the adventure, something she still thinks is kinda pointless and doesn't get why anybody would waste their time here doing when they COULD be looking for a way out, why is she the only one who seems to still be distressed here? To feel lost? At least from her perspective, it seems that way. Unfortunately, these people have already been here for a while.

Pomski then meets someone whos just like her, their whole reality was shattered and they don't belong anywhere, mirroring how pomni feels at the moment, even if she still has some sort of grip now vs when she first got here

And she finds comfort in that!!! Why is it that this NPC feels more real than the ACTUAL REAL PEOPLE trapped here with her??? Whatever the reason, its something to hold onto. Something to LATCH onto. Hes Real. or at least he feels real, and maybe she feels like she belongs with him because at least he knows the feeling, something shes not really felt w anyone else before

This comfort and solidarity she has with gumigoo is shortlived however as she gets brutally reminded that he wasnt real. The anchor she had vanished and there's quite literally nobody to catch her fall.

And i feel like ragatha trying to comfort her the way she did didnt help AT ALL. it was kinda a sore reminder that gumigoo is easily replaceable, and GOD thats so frustrating?? This thing felt so real to her and nobody seems to care that he just vanished!! If they could be so apathetic to this whos to say they wont just treat her demise just the same as she thought they would???

But then something important happens. They have a funeral for Kaufmo, someone whos been established to be their friend way before Pomni ever came here. And maybe it didn't ever settle in before that kaufmo was a real person! Literally!! And he was real to them. Just like gumigoo though less directly they relate to being in pain and kind of in shock of losing someone who they cared about and who was a real person to care about to them AND LIKE YOU CAN SEE WHERE IT CLICKS IN HER FACIAL EXPRESSION HERE, THE CHANGE IN HER EYES AND THE WAY HER EXPRESSION LOSENS AT THIS IDK IT DRIVES ME CRAZY GOD THE ANIMATORS WENT OFF W THIS EP VS THE PILOT IM IM IM

anyways anyways They have their funeral service, theres quite literally no reason for anyone to just lie and go along with whatever bs caines got going on, this also quite literally has nothing to do with him. This is kind of their own little way of keeping some sort of human traditions and respect for the human persons that get stuck here because they care. HELL you can even see pomni feel a little guilty here when ragatha says that his funeral was disrupted cause she arrived here

anyways thats exactly it!! They fucking car!! This whole time pomni thought that they just didnt care and were kind of apathetic or downright patronizing her over all this and mocking her or whatnot, like in her dream sequence. But no, they all talk respectively about their memories and experiences with kaufmo, the things they shared together and the feelings they had. EVERYBODY was grieving. Ragatha who always tried to put on some cheerful and kind of irritating (to pomni at least) everythings fine facade (which also kind of feels less real to her at least i think so but i don't think she figured it to be a coping mechanism) to just straight up start crying and breaking up a bit, even mentioning how this does not ever get any easier and how shes had to deal with this plenty of times before.

Zooble the usually apathetic and kind of asshole who keeps to themselves and gives off i don't care energy and probably gave off the impression that they didn't care about anyone here and just treated the people stuck here as an unfortunate fact and nothing more actually being vulnerable and probably doing the same as ragatha talking about their memories with kaufmo

Kingers ALWAYS kind of zoned out or not really taking anything seriously and just being there completely lost in space, but here hes grounded, and even earlier in the episode when ragatha needed it most he remained grounded then too (tho pomni didnt see that i just wanted to mention it). Just like the others he grieves and lives in the unfortunate moment

more of the kinger being grounded when the thought counts

GANGLE- dude even if its for just a moment she smiles here despite having her tragedy mask and like her whole shtick is being of whatever mood or emotion her mask is allegedly wether she wants to or not, but no here shes more than just that, she smiles for a bit when reminiscing her moments with kaufmo only to go back into crying, and man shes always crying with her tragedy mask but its beyond as far as anyone can tell wether or not its really her or just because of her mask, but here? its really her, no matter what the mask on her face shows!! shes genuinely smiling despite having her comedy mask and shes genuinely crying which is very blatantly obviously different to the usual mask cry etc etc

heres something about all this, it hits pomni in a way. These people ARE real, and they care. They care about her, they have nothing else but eachother and THATS something to latch onto. Thats something to hold her down, even if they just met pomni

SPEAKING OF JUST MEETING POMNI she literally expressed how she didnt wanna just LEAVE gumigoo there by himself because she believes no one should just be left there

the circus peeps just met pomni and just like how she felt a real connection to gumigoo in this digital hell she feels a sort of connection with these people too. Theyre gonna have her back all the same, maybe she wont feel so out of place and alone. BONUS THING!! The literal only times she genuinely smiles is when she feels this real connection to what feels real to her and has a genuine and sincere moment with these people whether it be an npc or a trapped member. Idk it just means something to me how significant both these moments are tipped off with a genuine smile a REAL SMIE!! (id add pictures but tumblr has a 30 image limit) OH ALSO BONUS BONUS THING THE DIFFERENCE IN OUTRO MUSIC IS SO IS SO ITS SO the outro song for the pilot kinda feels so ethereal and out of the moment at least to me it kinda feels like it you're slipping through the cracks and just, existing within yourself as the rest of the world around you kind of shatters into glass or melts into water or something i dont think ANY of that made any sense but its loud and its blaring and its so out of reach in a way, mad disassociation vibes but the outro song for the 2nd ep is a lot quieter yet its right there, at first it starts really small, lonely even. trapped by yourself but as the music gets louder and more instruments join in on the song it kind of has a comforting feel? bittersweet? even? its grounding ina way which is much different from how the first one felt at least to me lmao and the comforting feel kinda only emphasizes what I was talking about earlier- the comfort in having that anchor of reality with having a real moment with these people and making that connection yk? and like as i was saying at first the song starts off with just one instrument, at the start of the episode pomni feels utter alone and out of place even if these people here with here are stuck in the same situation as her, together alone. but as the other instruments join. in it kinda uplifts the song a bit, its not one sole instrument anymore like how in the end pomni feels that connection with everyone else, not so alone anymore idk jackshit about music theory so this is entirely a feelies talk instead of like- music lore? so don't take anything i say as like- idk some professional speak im just a nerd nerding about silly digital fixations ANYWAYS THATS ALL FOR NOW I AVE MORE TO SAY BUT THIS IS LONG ENOUGH LOL if you actually read all the way down this far thank you for listening!!! i really really appreciate it :]

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the-fat-raccoon · 1 year

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Some of you don't want to hear it but at some point we're going to HAVE to acknowledge the effects of storm sorcerers (and keiromancy as a whole) on the environment. The wizard council has been pushing for regulations on these practices for years due to its large ecological effect on the realm, and yet it still stays unregulated because of misinformed petitioners who insist on preserve this harmful practice.

x x x

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hey ops ex here. they literally went through my family's tome of spells and destroyed every page that contained keiromancy. spells that were in my family since the Wizardry Renaissance, that saved towns from floods and droughts alike, are now lost to time and space

also as people in the notes pointed out all of those links are blatant misinformation that ignores what storm sorcerers have done to protect not only their local communities but the environment as a whole for centuries, and the people who spread this information are the exact same people who advocated to repeal the wishing star protection act.

hating keiromancy has always been a distraction so astrological mages can push for more unsafe practices in their own field. don't let them lie about their intent, and don't let the wizard council rush the process to earn an astromage liscense.

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Being from a family of storm sorcerers puts a direct line from you to the Great Calamity that wiped out our magic for a millenia. You deserve to lose that tome and every last spark of magic in you.

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what

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theres no way youre serious. you dont actually believe that.

🪄 tradmage12 Follow

We all know it, the Great Calamity would have never happened if the sorcerer faction had listened to the wizard councils orders and steered clear of dragon hunting. But they didn't listen, and everyone suffered because of it. Don't act like there's no reason to not trust your kind with their own practices. You just can't help yourselves.

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I leave for the Berry Harvest and come back to this mess, really funny how you'll mention me taking action against your family's evil dark spells but don't mention that you only dated me for your weird gnomeplay fantasies. Also pay attention to the language used, very Anti Mage rhetoric being spread. What else would you expect of a storm sorcerer, of course they want to keep their powers, I'm going to shut off reblogs if people in the notes cant see how they're being manipulated by keiromancers. Quit trying to be 'progressive' when you just want to keep ruining the course of nature and keep down the mage class.

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get me off this fucking lichsite. there is no 'anti mage rhetoric', that's not a fucking thing. mages aren't some repressed class no matter how much you want to pretend that, they haven't had to deal with magical restrictions since before the great calamity even happened, meanwhile sorcerers to this day are still fighting to be seen as magical equals.

and while im at it 'keiromancers' is a made up term to put all weather magic users under one umbrella, as if forms of keiromancy arent so diverse amongst the realms that you cant even begin to compare them. it is not the same as saying necromancers. dont even start that bs.

also, gnomeplay is perfectly normal and acceptable between consenting partners, which we were, so idek why you bring that up. if i as a half elf want to have gnome partners theres literally no issue with that, youre mad because gneillielle has a more bountiful gourd harvest and far more whimsical tunes than you ever brought to our relationship.

storm sorcerers have done nothing wrong, you're the problem.

perhaps some shadow work could unlodge the staff youve got stuck up your cap and you could see the filthy fuckign system youre supporting as an astromage, im sick and tired of this.

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op starts posting untagged wizard council x reader failed abjuration content in a year btw

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si11yw0rm · 6 months

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ghost drabbles #1 (words)

blurb: ghost and you have had a complicated relationship. but one night in the kitchen changes everything between the two of you.

tags: gender-neutral reader, dirty talk, use of doll, baby, and love, dual switching (you would understand when you see it)

wordcount: 2k+

note: worm is tired. if you see this, please make them smile by leaving comments about what you thought. (please, i am typing this from a hospital bed, anything but the doctors saying bs would make me happy)

but i do wanna finish the Kinktober fics and reedit them and probably put out a part two to this, we would see. until we meet again, i shall slink back to my cave.

mdni x fic under the cut.

Ghost was not a very vocal man. Everyone on the base knew that. You knew how silent he could be, even better than anyone else. He had made sure of that.

You stirred the cup of hot chocolate, shaking your head a little. It was one of the reasons you were instantly drawn to him. You were a fan of silence, just like he was.

Sometimes, words weren't necessary.

Your relationship with Ghost was a tricky one.

When Captain Price introduced you to the crew the first time you had landed on base, you knew he didn't like you straightaway.

For someone so silent, his eyes could be widely expressive.

Ghost never sought you out, and you respected his wishes and kept out of his way.

And it worked until that one night.

The single night that changed you both forever.

The roof was open to anyone, but for some weird reason, you didn't expect Ghost to be the person to climb up your spot and find you that night.

You knew he was surprised to find you there staring at the stars because even in the darkness of that night, you could see his hesitation.

But he had stayed, and it was a silent agreement that it would be routine.

And it was.

Except for where you both went on missions and Price took the team out for drinks, your two souls always found yourselves on the roof every night.

Not saying anything.

Just breathing and existing in the same space.

Till you broke the silence one night, and by some miraculous intervention, he had answered.

You knew it wasn't right.

Sneaking behind the other members' backs. Especially Price.

But for some reason, you couldn't care.

And you knew the Lieutenant didn't either.

You nearly spilt the beverage over your fingers as you remembered how he had stared at you last night, his eyes saying everything and nothing all at once.

You knew it was cowardly to avoid going to the rooftop tonight, but you couldn't see yourself facing him.

Then you heard a cough.

It was unmistakably him.

You weren't surprised you hadn't heard him moving, but as you turned around, you froze when you saw him standing in the doorway.

Ghost couldn't believe his luck. When he hadn't seen you tonight, he had nearly pulled his gun on himself.

But here you were, standing directly in front of him, looking like his every fantasy just come to life, and he just knew.

He had to get the words out. He had to.

They were clawing at his throat.

He could practically feel them burning a hole in his chest.

He cleared his throat, grabbing the bottom of his mask, and tugged it downwards before stepping closer.

You looked so sad and heartbroken that he could feel his cold heart moving around funny in his chest.

"I lied." It was a stupid way to start, and he knew it.

Your eyes narrowed, and he could see the anger simmering in them.

You had every right to be angry.

And fuck, if he didn't want to fuck it out of you.

"What?" You hissed the word out, folding your arms, and fuck him, but he couldn't stop his hands from dropping to your chest.

You didn't look at him as you hissed again, grabbing the cup off the counter. He could bet that you wanted to dunk it over his head.

"What do you mean you lied, Riley?"

He knew you were mad when you called him that.

He was always Lieutenant.

You always called him that during your missions together over the comms.

Fuck, now that he thought of it, you mostly referred to him as lieutenant.

And he knew it was most definitely out of necessity.

But on the rarest occasions that you were happy with him, you called him Simon, and he let you.

Because he had never met anyone that captivated him as much as you did.

So yes, in hindsight, you should be mad.

Because it was one of your rules.

Never lie.

Lie to everyone but each other.

But Christ, he was a sick bastard because as he looked at you now, he finally understood what Price meant by you being a force of nature.

He was in awe of you.

Which also terrified the hell out of him too.

His brain reminded him that he had said that before, but he couldn't find it in him to begin to actually care.

"I lied. When you asked me if I thought about you."

Oh, he did.

In the nights when you both denied yourself what could be the most divine bliss.

He did.

During breakfast.

During lunch.

During dinner.

And after your rooftop nights, when he was alone in his dorm, that was when he couldn't help himself.

He was in over his head.

So much so it was both fascinating and terrifying. You should be scared of what he could do to you if you just gave him your consent.

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes got that hazy look in them.

The look you always had when your mind went south. Ghost knew you didn't realize it, but he could always read you like a book.

A book he was becoming fast obsessed with.

"So you think about me?" Your voice was hesitant, and he nearly laughed.

You couldn't be that clueless, considering everyone on base already knew he more than liked you.

He released his breath through his teeth, shaking his head. "You have no idea, love."

He knew what you were going to say before you even said it.

"Tell me. Let me in, Simon. Please."

His head lifted, and he saw the pleading in your eyes. He hissed through his teeth, holding his head in his hands.

He couldn't bear to look at you. He knew you liked it the way he did.

So what was holding him back?

You sighed, and Ghost could hear that telltale disappointment lining your voice.

The unspoken one you had every time he couldn't voice out his emotions.

You shook your head slowly and shook your head, holding your cup to your chest before dropping back on the counter. "It's okay, Ghost."

But Ghost couldn't let you leave without telling you.

He grabbed your arm and tugged you around until you were staring at him, your eyes both sad and understanding. It tore a hole through him.

His hands slid up your arm, coming to rest on your cheek. Even through the glove he was wearing, you could feel his hand burning against your skin.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing your neck as his hand dropped from your cheek to slip around your waist.

"I...I want you. I think about you." His voice was uncertain at first, but the conviction in them had you freezing.

"Every hour. Every minute. Every day. God, love. You have me burning me up inside."

You felt your breath shudder through your lungs, and Ghost leaned away, staring at your lips. He was staring at them like he suddenly wanted to put something inside.

"I...I think about you. On your knees. In my bed. Everywhere." You couldn't control how fast your breath was coming out of your lungs like you weren't getting enough air in your lungs.

You knew what it meant. The exact cause of your reaction came from childhood trauma you refused to unpack. But you saw the precise minute that Ghost's eyes widened with realization.

Ghost couldn't believe his luck. His little brat was a word slut.

You, who blushed and shied away from looking anyone in the eye during briefings, loved someone looking at you and talking you through it.

And knowing it had the knot in his tongue loosening.

He stepped closer, pinning you against the counter, his hands resting on the counter behind you.

"I think of touching you under the table, especially when we have briefings together."

What was it with him and your briefings? God, he was so far gone.

He had always wondered why Price gave him an unreadable look after briefings, but now he understood.

He must have been staring.

His hands left the counter, coming under your thighs to grab you off the ground and drop you on the counter, his hands shifting to spread your thighs apart.

"I think of grabbing you by the throat and giving you something to choke on. I think of spreading your thighs apart and fucking drowning you, baby. You have no idea."

You weren't sure if you were still breathing normally, and you could feel your head swimming. Somehow, the look of pure desire burning in his eyes was just as dangerous as his words.

Because this was Simon.

"And I think of you blowing me while you are under my table, and it's our little secret."

His hands slid up your jaw, and his thumb parted your lips, sliding inside your mouth. You didn't think twice before wrapping your lips around it.

Ghost smiled. "You know when you walked into my office that night to grab the files Price asked about?"

You nodded, and when your eyes shuttered, Ghost knew you hadn't realized that you were purring softly.

"Afterwards, my office smelt like you so much I was sure I had nearly gone mad."

"You hide your feelings well." You whispered, your lips still around his thumb. Your eyes were half closed, and you were practically resting your cheek on his palm.

"I was scared."

Your eyes snapped open, and you blinked slowly, smiling at him. "Are you scared now?"

"Yes." He decided to keep it short.

You let go of his thumb, pulling him closer by wrapping your legs around his hips. He stalled himself from connecting your groins together by slamming his hand on the counter.

You smiled, and Ghost knew whatever you had planned was going to be the death of him.

"That undercover party that Price sent us on. The one where I wore the bunny outfit. You seemed pissed after Soap made a barrack bunny joke. What were you thinking?"

He wanted to say he didn't know what the fuck you were talking about, but he did.

It was one of the nights he couldn't stop replaying in his head.

"You mean the night where you kept talking sass and outrightly disobeyed me? And then got yourself in trouble. Like I fucking warned you it would? Is that the night you are talking about, doll?"

You opened your mouth to talk, but Ghost suddenly had a lot to say and it was all coming out.

"God, when you bent over answering that man. It was all I could think about. Spanking you. You were literally begging for it, doll."

"Wha-What?"

"It made me a sick and twisted man, but Jesus. I wanted to spank your ass red for letting him touch you."

"Oh yeah? You are fucking hypocrite, Ghost. Because you ran out like you couldn't wait to move away from me fast enough."

Ghost knew you well enough to know you were teasing. You were poking him. Seeing how far you could take him before he snapped, but lucky for you, he was feeling generous.

"Say what you want, baby."

"Touch me. Like you do in your thoughts. Just once. I need in, Simon. Please."

The Simon was his kryptonite.

He laughed, pushing you back against the counter as his hands dipped down your stomach, lifting your shirt enough to expose your belly.

You held your breath as his hands dipped lower, and he tsked, his fingers brushing against you so suddenly that your back arched off the counter.

What was it about him that made you feel things so intensely?

"You are such a little whore, baby. Look at you. Dripping. And I haven't even touched you yet."

His hand came up to cover your eyes, and you heard rustling before you finally felt his breath ghost your nose.

He had taken off his mask.

"Simon..."

His lips nuzzled your nose before kissing a path down your jaw, deliberately avoiding your lips. "Keep saying my name, baby."

His fingers were sliding up your waist, inching your shirt higher, and coming to rest directly under your nipple.

"Simon..."

"That's it. Who's touching you?" His voice had gotten so rough and deep it was like it was vibrating through you, leaving you wrung out and breathless with desire.

"Simon is."

"That's right, baby." His hand lifted off your eyes suddenly, and you saw a flash of a sharp jawline before he yanked your shirt so far up that he could pull it over your head.

"Can you breathe through the cotton?" You saw his silhouette hovering over you, but you could barely make out his features. You also noticed that he had only pulled the mask halfway up his face.

"Yeah."

"Perfect, baby. Now, try not to scream."

#si11yw0rm #call of duty #call of duty smut #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #ghost smut #simon riley fanfic

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nonsensical-pixels · 1 year

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THE LINDASIMS2 RESEARCH AND EXPERIMENTATION: PART SIX

Today, it's finally here, and with proper grammar and punctuation (hopefully!), as my 200th post. The proof that only @lindasims2 could've destroyed her own content.

As a bloody April Fool's joke.

And we've all been blind to it for years and years and years.

With the help of @fireflowersims, @bstu, my buddies Yolkema and Zeta_Reticuli on the Simscord, @honeymoonseason, and many other lovely folks who are also tired of Linda and her followers' BS, we finally got proof that only LINDA, ONLY LINDA, could've destroyed those files we got.

Keep reading, it's a long one, but I promise it's worth it.

THE REASON FOR THE POLYCOUNT

Firstly, I returned to my roots: the March 2021 set. I wanted to see what else I’d missed. Now, when I loaded up a specific pair of leggings Linda made, I finally understood why the polycount is so high.

If you zoom in closely, you can clearly see that each subset is duplicated multiple times. At first I thought that was normal, until I realised that it's all identical. And uh, that's not normal!

Now, what did Linda herself say? That she has experience in… clothing?

Yeah, I’m pretty sure you'd be able to do this, Linda. With your eyes closed.

THE JPG IMAGES

For awhile I wondered why this particular image was thrown in so randomly into not just this file, but almost every file in the March 2021 dump. But thanks to Linda’s providing that lovely VK link on her callout post against NoMoreSims2Patreon, I finally know the only person in this that had any ‘sentimentality’ regarding Mr Junior over here. (Yes, it’s not actually McQueen, which makes it all the more specific! I love it!)

This was posted just 1 day after that lovely March 2021 dump finally released, on 1st April. No coincidence, I bet, that this Junior is being sent by the lovely lindasims2 herself! Photo provided by @honeymoonseason and also shared to me by multiple others :]

Yeah, Linda, what do you have to say to this…? Your favourite fake Lightning McQueen has finally exposed who actually placed him in this file, and only because you were kind enough to link us to your VK group <3

THE DATES

So, after this pretty incriminating discovery, I decided to backtrack and take a look at what Linda claimed in her callout post to NoMoreSims2Patreon:

These files were apparently last edited on March 28, many days after Linda made a post announcing them. Which points to the leaker being the one to edit them, right?

Well…Linda, did you forget how you operate or something?

Linda uploaded these files on April 1st 2021, having ‘forgotten’ to upload them on March 31st. Credits go to @caramelsmiles12 and @honeymoonseason for the pics <3 Yeah, Linda, thanks for admitting your own guilt?

It’s impossible for any leaker to be able to edit files before they’re even released. To my understanding, Linda purposefully added those corrupt characters and NSFW defaults to her CC, as a sick April Fool’s prank on the people who download her leaked CC.

All of the files you see above, have had the hidden sim, PT 19 (also renamed some very bad slurs by Linda) slipped in. (Though #332 has been accidentally saved by me, lol). The top-only teen-elder male folder also contains the weird gigantoborkodoggo default. And they were all last edited a day before Linda even released the files to her subscribers.

THE EXPERIMENTS

@fireflowersims was kind enough to do some experiments with the corrupted files, to see what else we could find, as well as to dig deeper in them. I won’t state all of them here, but here are a few that stood out to me:

THE LOGIC

I can already hear Linda’s hardcore defendersand subscribers in my askbox (like @alicestrife and @sims2x10 <3) claiming that the pics have been edited, that somehow I have changed the story, etc. I have done nothing except look at the facts I have dug up or been shown. If you want proof, look at this post, it contains some stuff that may interest you and was found over a year ago. As well as the original files :]

I can already see that not being enough for some of you, so here’s the logic even if you don’t take the incriminating Junior (yeah, the fake Lightning McQueen) JPG, or the fact that the files were edited pre-release, into account.

Let’s look at the pros and cons to corrupting these files, for both Linda and her leakers.

PROS FOR LINDA: Gets to ‘expose’ the leaker that has been a thorn in her side all this time. Gets to prank the clueless people who download from her for April Fool’s. Gets more subscribers since people are desperate for ‘good’ content from her.

CONS FOR LINDA: Some people may accuse her, but of course, she always points them to her leakers. Because who else gets direct content from her? Only her hardcore patrons, who won’t turn against her.

PROS FOR LEAKERS: Uhh… maybe gets a kick out of seeing people get mad at Linda?

CONS FOR LEAKERS: People no longer trust them. They won’t download their content, which is how pirates survive in this community. Attitudes towards pirates have always been terrible in this community, especially from the paywallers themselves. Also, people will probably accuse them since they are the people who reupload CC.

Who do you think would have corrupted these files, even without the evidence shown above?

SUMMARY

Stolen meshes, illegally paywalled content, etc. was never enough for Lindasims2, clearly. No, she had one thorn in her side that she wanted to get rid of: NoMoreSims2Patreon, who continually shared her files FOR FREE to the public and meant she made much, much less money.

So, for one final April Fool’s joke of leaked content, she slipped in a very large, very corrupted surprise for anyone who downloaded from her leaker–and sat back and waited. A year later, @dystopianam stumbled across that hidden surprise and on spiraled this saga of discoveries by myself and many others.

However, Linda made a couple of mistakes. She assumed people would look at her response post and think, oh, surely it’s the leaker! Linda’s dates match up!

But thanks to Dale Earnhardt Jr. himself, a bunch of Simscorders and many others decided to research further. And found her lie. Thanks for having such love for a minor Cars 1 character, Linda!

I urge everyone to do their best to report Linda’s Tumblr account, Boosty, Patreon, etc. What she has done ON PURPOSE to destroy people’s games and frame others is NO JOKE. I am not sure if we can take legal action against this sort of ‘malware’ that she produced many years ago, but I know one thing.

A minimum of 2278 simmers have downloaded the reuploaded archive containing Linda’s special April Fool’s 2021 joke. 2278, not counting anyone who might’ve been shared these files through other links, downloaded them from friends, etc.

CHECK YOUR GAMES, guys! And for the love of all things holy, STOP SUPPORTING SIMS PAYWALLERS! ESPECIALLY THIEVES LIKE LINDA!

#lindasims2 #s2cc #sims 2 cc #ts2 cc #important info #the lindasims research and experimentation #how do u tag these sorts of posts #sims 2 research #sims 2 alert #lindasims #fuck you linda #you can say what you want about the results of my research #but the root issue is YOU #YOU paywalled the content. you deal with the people whose games are fucked because of YOUR money-hungryness

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TF2 HEADCANONS PART TWO ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

I told myself I’d get these up one of these days👍 I finished this list at 4 am last night so none of this makes any sense and every word is more chaotic than the ones before it and no I’m not sorry y’all sighed up for this bs

Scout

-Can understand a good chunk of French but can’t speak more than a few simple words if that, has no clue how he understands it (Spy spoke a good amount of French around him as a baby or something idk)

-Can be just has hard to find as Spy-once you loose sight of him he’s impossible to find if he’s actually trying to stay hidden-Like father like son

-Can and will steal your food-this includes Heavy and Medic-He has no fear whatsoever and has been sent to respawn god knows how many fucking times because of this-And yet he still does it

-Loves scifi movies and comics and if you watch a movie with him half of it is him pointing out random trivia facts because he’s incapable of shutting the fuck up (this is also what happens when you watch a movie with me irl. My grandparents are sick and tired of it. Yes this is even more self projection what of it?)

-has mastered the younger sibling talent of fucking climbing people if it means getting something that’s held over his head. He also bites

Soldier

-it’s impossible to tell if he’s insulting you or complimenting you 90% of the time

-Has stabbed Scout’s hand to the table to prevent him from stealing food before and no one stopped him

-The team has movie nights once a week and Soldier always puts on the same inaccurate WW2 documentary he made himself when it’s his turn to pick-he used to put on 10 hours of the American National Anthem but someone (read: The rest of the team working together) lost (read: Violently destroyed) the tape after the third time

-I said he was from Missouri once in a rp cuz my rp friend and I are both from different parts of Missouri so that’s my hc now

Pyro

-I always hc him as Irish for some reason idk why

-Can casually pick up every merc except for Heavy-He struggles a bit with Medic because that man is pure muscle but they can indeed pick him up

-May or may not be a cannibal-it’s a little uncertain but either way they’re banned from the kitchen and cooking duty

-I’m a sucker for the hc that he does not like water whatsoever-Getting this man a bath is like trying to bathe a cat except somehow even more deadly

Demo

-This may be the impulsive sleep deprivation but my brain randomly went “What If he can see general ghosts because of his possessed eye socket, not just Eyelander or the scream fortress ghosts” so sometimes people walk in on him casually having a conversation with the air. Considering he’s made out with his own organs in his head, this is one of the less weird things they’ve walked in on him doing

-Surprisingly he’s the best with kids out of all 9 mercs, Heavy is a good runner up though and Spy’s not far behind but will never admit it

Heavy

-Accent gets thicker when he’s talking to people he cares about

-Was the one who suggested the movie nights in the first place

-Actually cleans up in the base unlike literally everyone else

Engie

-People don’t realize how unhinged this man is ok??? Anyways he’s a caffeine addict and has developed the habit of pulling way too many all nighters if it means getting work done (like me. It’s 4 am as I work on this list. Help)

-What’s a southern farm boy without a few dozen concerning stories about pushing cousins out of second story barn windows or near drowning fishing story? My cousins lived on a farm when we were kids and they scared the shit out of me I swear there was a new broken bone every summer

-probably once had a sleep deprived mental breakdown on his workshop floor because the sweet tea one of the mercs made him wasn’t sweet enough idk man I’m sleep deprived rn and could really use a southern style sweet tea

Medic

-Mann vs Machine hc that his hometown would rather deal with the robots than having Medic anywhere near them ever again. They want him GONE

-Sleeps like a fucking corpse-You can’t even tell he’s breathing unless you look closely. He even crosses his arms like a corpse

-Will take you graverobbing for a romantic date-gotta get experiment canvases somehow he’s running out of room on the other mercs without them just dropping dead from it all

Sniper

-The opposite of a morning person, but his internal clock won’t let him sleep in ever. The suns up? He’s up! Someone help him

-Has befriended a wild owl and feeds it at night-The offense trio very violently helped him name it (They fist fought eachother over who’s name was better while Sniper spaced out thinking about random gator facts)

Spy

-An adrenaline junkie but will never ever admit it

-Spy can mimic voices to a near perfect even without his disguise kit-he however rarely uses this and instead simply mocks everyone instead because he finds it funny (“This is Scout! Rainbows make me cry!”)

-Wears a corset because I said so-It always matches perfectly with his outfit and underwear too-He feels SO bonita

Bonus since it’s Pride Month

-Scout is gay and so many levels deep in the closet it’s embarrassing-He’s also trans because I said so

-Soldier is trans, bi, and poly :) his list of wives consists of anyone and everyone /j

-Spy is bi and a cis man who wears dresses regularly he’s gnc af and I love that for him he’s my wife now

-Medic is gay and still legally married to his wife they’re mlm wlm solidarity married for tax benefits /j

-Pyro is trans, non-binary, and pan and uses he/they pronouns because I said so

-None of these men are straight ok

-Medic did both Scout and Soldier’s top surgery but both of them instead have overly extravagant extremely gorey stories on how they got their scars

#hi can you see my bias yet?#god I love them all #they’re the found family ever #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 hcs #tf2 headcanons #team fortress 2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 demo #tf2 heavy #tf2 Engie #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

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yeowangies · 6 months

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Blood Stains

CHAPTER XI: In spite of big fears

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PAIRING: Raditz/F!Reader RATING: Teen and up CONTENTS: Canon Divergence AU, Slow burn, Smut, Enemies to Lovers. WARNINGS: Canon typical violence, Blood. WORDCOUNT: 5581

Summary:

“I love Raditz. I know he’s done things, terrible things, and we had our arguments about it, you know? But I’ve seen so many sides of him to know there’s more to him than just violence. I don’t expect him to change, but I’ve made peace with his history. It made him who he is, and I love him. I love him on purpose.”

Notes:

After a million years (it's only been like four months) I finally finished this chapter!

It took me so long to be satisfied with it, I wrote, erased, rewrote, moved around, erased and rewrote again so many times.

This is heavy on dialogue, obviously since a lot of issues have to be resolved!

Next chapter is gonna be an epilogue! I already have in mind what I want to write for it, but if anyone has any ideas or suggestions, I'm all ears!

You can check the tag #*bs if you wanna see the previous chapters.

Getting to Kame House never seemed like such a long trip until that very moment. It was a long way there, but whether you like it or not, you have a lot to think about.

Raditz has kissed you repeatedly for no reason. Or well, for reasons that might have been obvious, but you don’t want to conclude anything, especially when you don’t know what he’s planning to do once the Saiyans get here.

Bulma greets you as soon as you get to Kame House while you save your hover car inside a capsule.

“Hey!” You smile at her, and she quickly grabs your arm and tugs you the farthest away from the house. “What are you doing?”

“Listen, I didn’t wanna say anything because I was waiting for you to tell me,” Bulma whispers, just in case someone might listen. “But you never did. I saw the security cameras the day Raditz destroyed my lab.”

“Okay…?”

“Do you really don’t know what I’m talking about?”

You frown, confused. The day Raditz destroyed her lab, what else happened that day?

You remember instantly, and immediately Bulma notices the change in your expression.

“You kissed him! And didn’t tell me!” She practically yells, and you wince when she raises her voice. “Has he been with you all this time?”

“Not exactly.”

“Well? Aren’t you gonna tell me?”

“We weren’t… I thought it was better to keep it a secret. I didn’t think you’d see that…” Very stupid thinking, or lack of thinking on your part, you realize. Of course she was going to check the security cameras.

“So? I’m sure it wasn’t just that one time. No wonder you didn’t visit me as often.”

You smiled despite yourself. You weren’t ready for that kind of conversation, but what was the point of still keeping it a secret then? Of course you don’t want to tell everyone just yet. But Bulma already knew.

“We… spent some time together after that, but it was on and off.”

“‘Spent some time’? Did you sleep with him?”

“Yeah…”

“You don’t sound too happy about it…”

You run a hand down your face, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before speaking again.

“Raditz stayed at my apartment for a few days, but… he left for God knows where, and came back every once in a while. Technically, we spent less than a month together, I guess.”

“Okay…” Bulma is smart, obviously, and you know she’s seeing right through you at the moment. “You don’t know what he’s gonna do today, do you?”

“No, we avoided the topic, most of the time. It was kind of what we agreed on.”

“How do you feel, then?”

“I honestly have no idea. I didn’t think I would feel like this… Raditz is either going to leave this planet… or he’s going to die, and both options break my heart.” Your voice wavers at the end, and you lower your gaze, trying to hold in your tears.

“I’m sorry, I thought…” Bulma runs a hand up and down your back.

“I know…”

“We don’t know what’s gonna happen, so calm down, ok? Goku is gonna get here soon.” Bulma reassures you, patting your head.

You nod, at a loss of words.

Verbalizing what you were afraid of doesn’t make you feel better at all, and now you're more on the verge of tears than before. You know that Raditz likes being with you, even when he hasn’t said it, but you doubt that would change anything. His over 30 years of existence can’t be compared to whatever relationship he’s been having with you for less than a year.

It’s ironic how certain you feel about that conclusion when you know those days you spent with Raditz had inevitably changed your life. You can feel it in your bones, no matter the outcome of this day, you’ll be spending the rest of your life getting over him.

Everything is a blur the whole time you’re at Kame House, and you wonder if it would be better or worse if you could actually see what the hell is happening. You even wonder if you could actually sleep this day off, and wake up when it’s all over.

Hours later, you drag your feet to hop on the aircraft to get where the battle has taken place as anxiety eats your insides, and you try to tone out everyone’s voice (and you really understand Chichi’s desperation to get there as quickly as possible, but she was being really loud and that just puts you more on edge). Getting off the aircraft is easier after Chichi practically throws herself out there to look for Gohan once they land. You follow suit, landing your eyes on Goku, completely beat up and bleeding, but conscious. A little relieved, you look at Krillin briefly, noticing that he’s in a slightly better shape, before glancing around, trying to find Raditz. If he’s there at all.

Krillin notices your trepidation, and calls your name, making you look at him.

“That other Saiyan, Raditz, he helped us…” He smiles at you, before pointing towards his side. “He’s over there, alive but barely…”

Before you even know it, you run towards the place Krillin pointed to, and immediately spot him.

“Raditz!”

He’s looking at you through hooded lids, perplexed, when you kneel beside him. Your heart beats inhumanely fast as you eye him up and down, horrified to see him completely covered in blood and bruises, but absolutely glad he’s alive.

“You told me you wouldn’t come here…” Raditz grumbles with a hoarse voice as you lean over him.

“I guess I lied.”

Blood is flowing from many different places all over his body that you can’t even see where the wounds are, he might as well be bleeding from every pore. Sliding one hand down his cheek and into his scalp, your vision gets blurry when you feel hot thick liquid running through your fingers.

How many nights did you spend with your hands up in his hair? Seeing them now soaked in his blood as you thread them through his hair only fills you with panic.

“Why are you crying?” Raditz asks, looking at you curiously. You didn’t even notice that you were until he said it, feeling your face completely drenched.

“Why am I crying?” You hiccup, smiling sourly at the ironic question. “Have you seen yourself?”

“I’ve gotten out of worse situations…” He smirks, coughing up blood before going on. “This is nothing.”

“Have you?”

You try to comfort him with your touch, keeping your hands in his hair and softly caressing his scalp, no matter that you’re getting covered in his blood in the process. Your eyes scan over his body once more, though you’re not sure why, before landing your gaze back on his. You stare at him with so many emotions bubbling up in your chest at once, and you know he must be seeing them all, even through all your tears.

“You’ve been keeping secrets from me.” Raditz utters, his gaze fixed on yours. You snort, amused that he can see right through you.

“And you? What did you do? Why did you…?”

You trail off when a shaky hand slides up your cheek, wiping away a few tears with his thumb.

It’s a simple gesture that fills your entire chest with a certain kind of warmness that you would have never expected, not in that moment. Especially because of Raditz.

Maybe you both have been too naive.

Leaning down with your hands cupping his face, you kiss him sweetly, trying to convey how relieved and happy you are that he’s alive. Raditz returns it, skimming his hand into your hair to keep you close.

“I’m getting blood all over you…” He murmurs against your lips.

“I don’t care.”

“I’ll stain you…” His hand in your hair drops.

“Then you’ll stain me.”

You kiss him briefly again before pulling away, just as you hear Bulma crying some feet away. You turn in her direction, confused.

Why is she crying? You know some of the guys have passed, but you can still use the Dragon Balls. If Yamcha has died, they can still bring him back.

But only if Piccolo is still alive…

“Did all our friends… Did they die?” You ask Raditz quietly, when you realize what the situation might be.

He only looks at you and nods meekly, and you couldn’t help your tears as they flow out of your eyes once more.

“I’m sorry.” Raditz mutters softly, to your surprise.

“You’re sorry?” You ask, flabbergasted. He snorts with a smirk, entertained by your reaction. You sigh, showing him a small smile. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Raditz stares at you with soft eyes for a few seconds before he closes them, and you panic once he passes out.

There’s too much light in the room when Raditz wakes up, to the point where he thinks that place must be heaven, because everything in the room is just white and light blue, and the bed he’s on is soft and warm.

That is until he feels a sharp pain all over his body.

Groaning, Raditz tries to move all his limbs and fingers, but only ends up making the pain much worse. He notices his entire body is bandaged, and his right arm is wrapped in a cast. The room he’s in reminds him a lot more of the room he used to stay when he got injured after his fight with Goku and Piccolo, but he knows it’s not the same place.

He attempts several times to actually get up to find out where the hell is that place until you walk into the room.

“You’re finally awake!” You smile, before scowling at him. “Are you trying to get up?”

Raditz tries to ignore the way his heart beats enthusiastically in his chest when he sees you. It’s going to take a while to get used to that, for better or for worse.

“I want to know where the fuck I am.” He retorts with no real contempt.

“Again with that attitude.” You sigh, rolling your eyes. “If I recall, last time I had to trick you into saying ‘please’.”

“You’re a manipulative woman.” Raditz smirks when you walk over, sitting on his bed.

“Excuse me?”

Your arched eyebrow and your eyes wide open amuse him to no end, making you roll your eyes when he chuckles.

“Are you going to tell me where I am?”

“In a hospital, dufus, I’m not trying to trick you this time.”

“A hospital?” Raditz asks, confused.

“It’s where sick people get treated.”

“I know what a hospital is. Why didn’t you bring me here the first time?”

“You were a menace to society then.”

“And you think I’m not anymore?” It’s his turn to quirk an eyebrow.

You show him a knowing smile, before looking down at him.

Raditz knows he’s not as dangerous as you thought he was back then. Though you were never even afraid of him to begin with. He’s fine with that.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” Raditz winces when he tries to move again. His body hurts from the beating he took from Vegeta, but he’s also somehow exhausted from laying down.

“I figured.” You smile, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Try not to move too much.”

“I can’t even if I want to, can I?”

“Well you blasted a hole in the wall last time you tried to leave while you were injured, remember?”

Raditz laughed quietly, before groaning in pain. Fuck, he’s in terrible shape.

“You have a few ribs broken.” You explain, looking out the window by the bed. “And you lost a lot of blood. The doctors were a bit shocked when they tried to do a transfusion and I told them you might not have a blood type like we do. They probably passed out when they found out I was telling the truth.”

He only understood what you were saying partially. Blood type? Humans don’t have the same kind of blood? He lets it go, not really caring enough to ask you about it.

“What happened to Kakarot?” Raditz asks, keeping his eyes on you when you turn to face him.

“He’s ok. He has as many broken bones as you do, but he’s been conscious for days now. He didn’t lose as much blood as you did, so he’s slightly better. It’s gonna take like four months for you to heal, so take it easy, okay?”

“Four months?!”

Raditz groans exasperatedly and throws his head against the pillow, grunting in pain when he feels a sharp pain up his spine. Fuck this place. He misses the technology in Frieza’s army.

“I told you not to move too much.” You try to contain your smile.

He glares at you. It’s not like he’s going to leave. He doesn’t even want to, but taking so long to heal is going to be a pain in the ass.

“Don’t worry, you probably won’t take so long to get better.” You grin reassuringly. “They’re not ready yet, but we have some magic beans here that will heal you in no time.”

“Magic beans?”

“Yeah, you get instantly better when you eat them.”

Raditz’ eyebrow twitches instantly.

“And why didn’t you get me one of those when I was on the verge of dying a year ago?”

“You were the enemy, I couldn’t! I didn’t know what you were gonna do!”

“What other things have you been keeping from me?” He looks at you with curiosity.

He doesn’t resent you for not telling him about things you thought were important; he does feel a little stupid for not realizing the amount of information you actually had, though it never would have occurred to him that something like ‘magic beans’ existed.

“Well, I don’t know… I wasn’t doing it on purpose.” When he raises one brow, you roll your eyes. “Okay, maybe I was hiding some things on purpose, but what about you, mister?”

“What about me?”

“You were obviously not telling me anything.”

“About what?”

“Anything, everything! Like, what did you even do when you weren’t at my place?”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Raditz smiles, amused. That time you got upset when he mentioned he slept with another woman came to mind, and while he obviously hasn’t slept with anyone else since then, he felt the need to reassure you. “I didn’t fucked anyone else.”

“That’s not what I meant!” You blushed slightly, shaking your head.

He tries to move his arms, or at least one arm, to pull you down and kiss you, but he only ends up grunting, feeling a pungent pain through his muscles. Your blush fades quickly and you snicker at the sight, earning a playful glare from him.

“I told you not to move.” You quip.

“It was just that one time that I had sex with someone else.” Raditz says without provocation.

“We already talked about this, you don’t have to explain-”

“You brought it up.”

“I didn’t!”

“I didn’t even sleep with her.”

“What?” You frown, not following.

“We just had sex.”

“…What do you mean?” You frown deeper as you raise your voice. “Do not give me details, or I swear to God.”

“It’s exactly like I said.” Raditz huffs, trying not to smile at your reaction. “We just had sex.”

“In the middle of nowhere?”

“Yeah.”

“What happened afterwards?”

“Nothing. I finished and left her there.”

Raditz frowns when he sees the expression on your face transforming into what can only be anger, but he doesn’t know why you’re mad this time.

“You left her there? Just like that? Raditz!” You yell, making him jolt instantly, pain pulsing through his muscles.

“What was I supposed to do?” He asks, confused.

“Not throw her away like a used ragdoll! This angers me more than you sleeping with her to begin with!”

“Wh-What?!” His body is in pain from tensing up after your outburst, but Raditz is just perplexed. What should he have done then?

“You’re not supposed to treat women like that!”

“What are you talking about?” Raditz asks loudly. “I’m not going to fuck anyone else, so why are you even telling me this?!”

Your expression softens considerably, and it takes him a few seconds to realize that reassuring you of the fact that he only is interested in you is what you need. When your cheeks flush faintly, he smirks triumphantly.

“Okay…” You smile softly, and Raditz isn’t prepared for the warmth he feels in his chest. At least he’s in the hospital if it ends up being a disease or something. “Was that something you were hiding too?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you said to let you know when our arrangement would be over… But now, it sounds like you don’t want it to end.”

“I wasn’t thinking that far ahead.”

“Oh…”

“No.” Raditz says as soon as he notices the sad gleam in your eyes. “I wasn’t thinking because… I was enjoying our time together. And I was sure I could stop seeing you at any moment. I was being an idiot.”

“Maybe we both were.” Your smile is on your face again, though he still sees a little sorrow in it. “I thought we could keep it simple, you know? We really should have talked in depth about this.”

“Because the last time we talked about ‘our feelings’ it ended so well.” He jests, rolling his eyes.

“Come on!” You nudge his side with your hand gently, making him grin. “All the more reason to talk, don’t you think? We have been keeping a lot of things from each other.”

“You more than anyone.” Raditz remarks with playful annoyance.

“Honestly, baby, who’s counting?” You return his playful smile, and he knows whatever might have happened between the two of you isn’t a threat to the relationship you had. Whatever that relationship is.

He’s been wanting to kiss you since you walked into the room, but he doesn’t have the ability to move any limbs at the moment and it never frustrated him so much to be immobilized. With a brief second of looking into each other’s eyes, you seemingly read his mind, though, and shifted on the bed to lean down and kiss him.

Does that warm feeling in his chest whenever he sees you come with telepathic powers?

You sweetly press your lips to his, softly moving them, and Raditz feels like it’s been ages since he had a taste of you. He wants more, so much more than just a simple peck on the lips, but there’s nothing he can do once you pull away, cupping his face in your hands and leaning your forehead over his.

“Raditz…”

He notices the shift in your tone as you speak.

Raditz still doesn’t fully grasp how many emotions humans even have (apparently Saiyans are capable of them, but he’s been exposed to anger, hatred and violence all his life that he doesn’t recognize them when he feels differently). You seem sad, maybe it was because your friends have died.

He recalled the moment when he was laying on the dirt after Vegeta took off, and you were looking down at him, eyes filled with tears. He didn’t know how, but he perfectly recognized the gleam in them then.

Affection. It was even dripping from your tears as you cried, like you couldn’t contain them. You are wearing a similar gleam just now, as you look at him carefully.

“I don’t know what I would have done…” You whisper, so quiet for only Raditz to hear. “If you had…”

You trail off, leaving the words hanging in the air. The emotion in your voice, he understands that too; fear, embarrassment and nervousness.

“Hopefully use those Dragon Balls.” Raditz replies wittily, making you snort.

“If Piccolo died, then…” Your voice is still somber, even with the soft look you’re giving him. “We can’t use the Dragon Balls…”

“Those things have too many rules to function.” He frowns, perplexed. “Was that another thing you forgot to mention about them?”

“Well actually, I did forget. I wasn’t thinking about that detail.”

“So you can’t bring back any of your friends.”

“No, but we have a plan.” You smile widely, pulling away from him as you sit back.

“A plan?”

Raditz listens to you carefully as you explain that Bulma, Krillin and Gohan are set to go to Namek in just a couple of days, to find the Dragon Balls that supposedly exist on that planet. He sweats slightly while you speak; the planet Namek is a peaceful place, without any significant threat. But he knows that Frieza sometimes liked to listen in on the conversation his soldiers have through the scooters. There’s a chance he might know about the Dragon Balls and Namek if he heard Vegeta talking about it.

“You’re not going to go, are you?” He asks first and foremost. He’s in no condition to go himself, but if you decide to go then he would have no other choice.

“Of course not, I wouldn’t be of any help.” You snort, amused.

Raditz lets out a sigh he didn’t know was holding in.

“Namek is not a dangerous planet, its inhabitants are peaceful and weak. There shouldn’t be any problem…”

“But?” You ask, noticing the uncomfortable look on his face.

“Saiyans are not the strongest race. I was lying about that.” Raditz states, looking into your eyes. “Tell your friends to be careful. Vegeta might show up looking for those things too.”

“I’ll tell them to be alert.” You nod, completely serious. He’s satisfied with your answer so he doesn’t talk about the matter anymore.

He has nothing to worry about if you’re not going on that trip, and he can’t wait to heal so he can actually grab you and press you closer. Apparently whatever emotion is coursing through his veins made him completely attached to you. It’s a literal pain not being able to pull you down for a kiss.

Your eyes are on him with a warm look on them, and the more you stare, the more he feels like something is bubbling up inside him.

“Sit on my face.” Raditz says out of the blue. He watches with amusement as your face goes from surprise to confusion to embarrassment in less than a second.

“What?”

“Sit on my face.” He repeats, smirk growing wider when he notices the faint blush on your cheeks. “I can’t do much in this situation, but I know damn well what I’m good at.”

Raditz licks his lips in anticipation, looking at you with a lecherous glimmer that only makes you blush harder. It’s still fun to tease you that way, but he’s truly desperate to taste you again after so long. After all, he was in a coma for days.

“I’m not doing that.” You glare playfully, crushing his dreams. “This is a hospital, and I don’t know if you noticed but you’re bedridden until further notice.”

“I can still move my tongue and that should be enough.”

When you laugh, it’s like music to his ears, and even then he couldn’t help but grin.

“Not this time, handsome. I’ll sit on your face all you want some other time.”

Raditz grunts, annoyed, but he’s rewarded with a kiss on his lips.

It’s the kiss he’s been wanting since you walked in there, or maybe even long before that. Sliding your tongues together, gliding your lips slowly and sensually, and he hates that he can’t even cup your face or wrap his arms around you. You sneak one hand into his hair, caressing his scalp, and a low purr rumbles from his chest.

He’s really fucked.

You break the kiss sooner than Raditz expects when the door suddenly opens.

“Who are you?” Raditz asks with contempt when a man dressed in white walks in.

“I’m your doctor.” The man answers with a stern tone, glaring at the both of you. “And this isn’t a hotel.”

“Sorry, doc, I was just happy he was awake.” You reply naturally.

“You’re his wife, right?”

“She’s my mate.” Raditz replies before you can even open your mouth.

He hasn’t thought it through when those words escaped his lips, but you’re looking at him with a wide smile so he doesn’t regret it at all.

The doctor looks at the both of you with confusion so you speak, still smiling and looking at Raditz with affection in your eyes.

“I’m his girlfriend.”

You recall everything that happened in the past year as you walk to the room Goku was staying at.

Raditz’s heel-face turn was surprising; you didn’t expect him to be influenced by anything, especially you. If anything, you were ready for the most gruesome outcome after Goku arrived. No one told you exactly what happened during the battle, but you don’t really need to know more; Krillin had said that Raditz helped and that was more than enough for you.

As you approach the room, you see Chichi coming out alone.

Maybe it was time to apologize to her. Bulma wasn’t wrong months ago when she said you also didn’t try to reach out after Goku died and Gohan was taken, and while you weren’t the only one responsible, you were still involved.

“Chichi.” You call for her and the moment she looks at you, her expression hardens. “Chichi, I’m sorry.”

“For what, exactly?” She only gives you a moment to open your mouth but doesn’t let you speak. “For not telling me that my husband had died? For saving the monster that killed him? For letting my son be kidnapped?”

“Um, all that, but if you would hear me out-”

“I don’t need to, I already know everything. And this is not the place to talk about this.” Chichi coldly cut you off before you could add anything else, walking right past you. “Goodnight.”

Your shoulders droop as you watch her leave, sighing loudly. Maybe eventually, she’ll listen.

Knocking on Goku’s door before stepping in, you smile at the sight of him, still amused that he looks like a mummy, trapped in a sarcophagus. He returns the smile, calling your name as you take the seat next to him.

“You still look so funny.” You comment, giggling like a little girl.

“It’s not as fun as it looks like.” Goku replies, pouting. He seems like a child at that moment as well, and it warms your heart.

It would be the first time you actually talk to him, one on one, since he died. And even before that, it was years ago. You haven’t realized how much you missed him until now.

“I’m still happy you’re okay.” You smile gently. Goku blinks before returning the gesture.

“I heard you’re the reason Raditz helped us during the fight.”

“You heard?”

“Okay, I kinda saw it.” Goku admits with a knowing grin.

“That sounds even weirder.” You laugh, but he only shrugs, as if it was the most obvious thing.

“When Vegeta threatened to destroy this planet, the look on Raditz’s face kinda spoke for itself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m no mind reader, but he looked scared. And he jumped back on the battle and took our side and helped us in the blink of an eye.” He waits for your reaction, but your blank expression prompts him to go on. “I figured you might have something to do with his change of heart?”

“Why do you think that?”

“I saw you kissing. I wasn’t unconscious, you know?”

“Oh…” You blush slightly, but the smile on your face only gets wider, just like Goku’s grin does.

“So, you two are together, huh?”

“We are. Sometimes this still feels surreal.”

“What do you mean?” Goku asks, confused.

“That Raditz chose to stay. I thought he might end up leaving this planet, or that he’d die. I’m so happy that wasn’t the case.”

Goku looks at you with soft eyes. He might not be the brightest of the bunch, or at least that’s what everyone thinks about him, but he understands people’s feelings more than anyone else, and at that moment, he’s looking at you like he knows all the fear and trepidation you had been going through the past twelve months.

“But he stayed.” He says, reassuringly.

“Yeah, and I’m so grateful.”

“Do you love him?” Goku asks, to your own surprise. That softness is still in his eyes, and you can’t help the warmth that spreads through your chest when you answer his question.

“I do. I love Raditz. I know he’s done things, terrible things, and we had our arguments about it, you know? But I’ve seen so many sides of him to know there’s more to him than just violence. I don’t expect him to change, but I’ve made peace with his history. It made him who he is, and I love him. I love him on purpose.”

Your face is hot, not because you’re embarrassed, but you assume the way your heart is currently beating has something to do with it. Confessing out loud that, in spite of deep fears, you were unequivocally in love with Raditz made your blood run faster. Goku is grinning, completely pleased with your answer, and amused that you’re blushing.

“I guess he’s staying on Earth, then.”

“I suppose so.”

“Chichi aint gonna be happy about it.” Goku chuckles, but you only smile for a second.

“About that, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to her…” You say, this time truly ashamed.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“About what happened when you died…”

You are not sure how much Goku knows about the situation, but you know you have to apologize for almost all of it. Not talking to Chichi in time, letting his son be kidnapped (even when there wasn’t much any of you could do). You had been too wrapped in your own bubble to think about it but in retrospect, you feel terrible.

“Chichi only found out about your death and Gohan’s kidnapping over 24 hours after it happened. I’m sorry.”

Goku blinks, and you wonder if he even knows what you’re talking about. His subsequent smile is your answer.

“You’re the first one who apologized about it.”

“Really?” You ask, taken aback.

“Krillin kinda did but not really. He only said sorry because he was scared of Chichi.”

You facepalm, in disbelief his best friend would be so vague and kind of a dick when talking about Goku’s wife.

“I assume Bulma did not even mention it?” You ask, ready to be annoyed.

“She didn’t, she sounded more mad about Chichi than anything else? I didn’t get it.”

You roll your eyes. Bulma is resentful for a woman who has everything and anything she wants at the reach of her hand.

“She was mad that I didn't invite her to the wedding.” Goku adds.

“I know.” You sigh, exasperated.

“Why? Back then, I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“You think it is now?”

“Well…” Goku fixed his eyes on the ceiling, thinking for a second before answering. “I didn’t really know what the big deal about marriage was. I never even went to a wedding! When Chichi asked me if I wanted to invite you guys, I said no because we only saw each other for training and adventures and stuff.”

That reasoning sounds so much like him that you didn’t have it in you to be even a little mad. Of course, you were never too upset about it as Bulma was.

“Bulma is still a little childish.” You comment, but Goku only shrugs.

“I didn’t think she’d be mad about it. I guess I could have invited you all for the wedding, since it was a big deal after all. I wouldn’t have gotten to know Chichi, and Gohan wouldn’t even exist.”

So Goku loves Chichi.

It should have been obvious. The way he talked about her, as Goku-like as that was, and the way you noticed how he looked at her. They only married because of a promise they made as kids, you wouldn’t have expected them to actually get to know each other and fall in love. You should’ve known.

“Goku, I can’t say I wasn’t childish back then,” You start, and he turns to look at you with quizzical eyes. “But it’s been a while, and honestly it’s cute you found someone you decided to spend the rest of your life with, even if it was just a promise. I know you love her after all these years.”

“I do.” Goku grins. “She’s great! She’s patient with me about a lot of things I don’t get, and she’s real sweet. She’s cute when she gets mad, too.”

You chuckle. Is it a Saiyan thing to like women with a little attitude?

“Hopefully she’ll warm up to me. We’re family after all, now.”

“We are?” Goku questions, brows furrowed.

“Well yeah. I’m dating your brother, we’re in laws now.”

“Huh.” He thinks about it for a second before smiling. “That sounds fun. Maybe Raditz won’t be so bad, either.”

“Give him a chance. You did say he helped save the Earth and all.”

“It’d be cool to spar with him! I know I can beat him!”

You smile, excited to see how this new period of your life will be like.

#dbz fics #dbz imagine #dbz fanfiction #raditz x reader #raditz x you #dbz #raditz #my writing #*bs

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Guys something happened and im back on my she ra nonsense. Help all my recent tabs are tma fanfic i need to go deep in my bookmarks to pull out the she ra stuff and follow a ton of she ra posters bc its been like two years since i was substantially aware of she ra BUT THE HYPERFIX IS COMING BACK I CAN FEEL IT AAAAGH

Its 12:44 am and i’m going to write all my thoughts and theories and you are going to enjoy them

1. Beast island is actually sentient and the reason it makes that signal is because it’s achingly lonely and doesn’t want its new friends (anyone who comes to the island) to leave. Little does it know it’s forcing its depression upon everyone that visits

2. Etheria and Eternia are actually twin planets, the First Ones are humans, and Eternia is far-future Earth (idk, Earth got a neighbour and then we colonized it? Sure sounds like humans to me). This explains why the First Ones’ language is made up of English phonemes and includes English words, and why Adora looks human.

3. Horde Prime used to be an Eternian, a very long time ago. His current form is the result of hundreds of years of incredibly vain genetic engineering and experimenting. He still isn’t fully pleased with his appearance and tweaks his clones every generation in an attempt to find “purity”.

4. Hordak’s “defect” is a result of this tweaking. Imagine inbreeding, except it’s one guy who keeps turning random genes on and off and switching out base pairs to see if it’ll make him prettier. Turns out there were some nasty genetic surprises in Hordak’s version of the code. As with any other clone that had such genetic conditions, Prime tossed him out in the next major fleet movement without running any analyses first. Running an analysis would force him to confront the fact that he (gasp) made an error!

5. The “general” thing wasn’t actually complete bs. Prime threatening to take Catra’s body as his own, was. See, Prime really wants to be this one perfect thing. Why would he waste time being a cat when he could be perfect? He has a special line of “generals” whose sole purpose is to house his mind. They have two additional eyes, the ability to grow those weird chin/cheek spikes, and the capacity to be much taller (all hidden unless he gives them specific hormones in preparation for inhabiting them). All this to say: Hordak might just wake up with four eyes open one day and promptly freak himself (and everyone else) out.

6. Entrapta has been in the center of a lot of explosions (esepcially when she was a teenager and hadn’t figured out the right balance of “pursue knowledge” to “lab safety” yet) and has replaced a startling amount of her body with prosthetics covered in a synthetic skin.

7. Hordak’s body wasn’t repaired by Prime in season 5. Prime just injected him with a bunch of painkillers (not enough to not be in pain, but enough to function) and covered up the arm holes. About an hour after the finale, the painkillers wear off and Hordak all but collapses. Having a chronic muscle/joint condition + being electrocuted + being possessed hurts. Man, he really went through it, didn’t he?

8. Based on Wrong Hordak, it’s going to be… really hard for the clones to get used to being outside of the hivemind. They will form cults. They will make new pieces of technology that will mimic the hivemind. They’ll scrounge for the chips and try to implant them in each other. They will find and beg (or threaten) Entrapta and Hordak to put back the hivemind. Hopefully people will have enough compassion for them to help them get used to being individuals.

9. All Eternians have the capacity to activate the Sword of Protection and become She-Ra (or gender-correlated equivalent). Horde Prime is, initially, Eternian, based on the other headcanons here, so he hypothetically could. Any clone could. Hordak could.

Wow! I forgot about some of these headcanons! This was pretty neat. Hope you guys like em too. Also I haven’t watched canon in like a year so there might be some inaccuracies, but at some point I figured that holding onto the thoughts until I rewatched canon just wasn’t worth it. And lo and behold now you can see all my random thoughts too!

#she ra #she ra and the princesses of power #spop #hordak #entrapta #horde prime #thought dump #i’ve been thinking about these for a loooong time #like since 2020 in some cases #please enjoy my madness #if i’ve shared some of these in the past no i havent #some of these are used as worldbuilding in old fics that never saw the light of day

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 5 months

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“Of course they will probably be right at some point. I think no one believes that they are endgame. But what’s interesting is by keeping people’s hopes alive that it will end soon, they are making sure that people stay engaged. If you were to tell people, relax, it’s going to last for a while, many would check out and leave the fandom. Because many fans that are left are waiting for the end, desperately waiting for it.”////

Check and Mate!!!! ♟️ @justenjoythegossip 👏

I’m tired of All, the teams crap. People know nothing but are the reason this mess gets any traction.

When the next thing happens, keep an eye to how those Pr blogs change their tune after claiming this last pap walk is “the end”. 🙄

I’m done with it, I believe it’s PR, but I also don’t know how far they are willing to go especially after going so far as to stage a bs marriage. I’m done, no decent hearted human being who actually cared would go this far, like I hope I’m wrong and Chris is actually tied up in some mess, ugh even typing that I can’t stay mad at him because he clearly looks stressed the fuck out and he’s purposely not selling this shit, hasn’t smiled not a once with her except the forced fake content they tried to sell earlier in the year.

I wish this would’ve ended with a breakup I do, but logic and common sense is showing that they may be in this for a long while. At most i can see a one year “marriage” or something.

I told the PR blogs….yeah those that more is to come and got blocked. I’m not team real nor team real/pr. I’m team ME and my own fucking conclusions.

If he divorces then the new debate will be “was he really married or not”, like it’ll never end. At those specific Pr blogs know nothing or else they wouldn’t act the way they do let alone continuously be WRONG! Their leader said Pr Marriages don’t exist and even blocked and called people idiots for suggesting it, months later……here we are. 😒

My heart hurts because I genuinely cared about him as a person but too much has been done and best of luck to him especially if they plan on doing more.

Like everyone talks about celebs won’t date fans or normies due to regular people not understanding their world, but no regular person with common sense and a value of self worth and living in REALITY would purposely enter their fake world, (it of course depends on the celeb) but in Chris’ case if he found love outside the industry after all of this, I wouldn’t trust the man,…..he’d probably use whoever to his advantage and the poor woman wouldn’t even know how far he’s already gone to keep his Hollywood whatever. He’d throw her under the bus and wouldn’t think twice. He might be purposely trying to look like he’s against this mess, but he’s still in it, he still participated by doing it in the first place.

It’s too fucking much!

He doesn’t give a shit about the hurt he’s caused his fandom, well I’m returning the favor now.

✌️ Chris. 💔

For what it's worth, An🫶n. The Fandom is it's own support system.

So, if it gets too much, everyone's here for each other... Thank you @justenjoythegossip Your blog was truly a treat. 🤗

#An🫶n asks #booky reacts #booky answers #chris evans #chris evans fandom #so when's the next support group meeting? 😁#I'll bring chips~!

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it genuinely surprises me that CRWBY wants to push this idea that the bees have been planned for ten years (idk if you're on twitter but yang's VA responded to someone who said 'wow this was planned for the past two years?' and she said '2? try 10' and an animator said something similar in another thread), because at least if they owned up about how they hadn't actually decided to do anything with the bees officially until fairly late in the game, they wouldn't basically be saying 'yeah we had this planned, we just never bothered to write anything confirming or alleging it for years because reasons'

it's just infuriating bc like you said, the straight relationships are not treated this way. pyrrha's crush on jaune, jaune's crush on weiss, and weiss' crush on neptune in the early volumes are all entirely unambiguous, despite none of them looking at the camera and spelling it out in dialogue. nora and ren's relationship is likewise unambiguous, or at the very least nora's interest in ren (leaving ren's feelings to take longer in the story to really be given form).

and EVEN IF we accept that they didn't want blake and yang to be aware of their own feelings for whatever reason (even if that's shoddily hamfisted in the narrative--they don't have any of the conversations they should have had post volume 6 to work through their feelings, leaving the confession in this limbo where it's simultaneously forced by the narrative and yet also like 'uh, duh? why are they so worried about confessing? what obstacles remain in their path that weren't clearly deemed unimportant by the fact that the story never cared to linger there?') there's zero excuse for the story not choosing to unambiguously confirm their sexualities.

blake could have had a conversation with ilia where she made it clear that she didn't return her feelings because her own lay elsewhere, not because she doesn't like girls (which would go a ways to alleviate some of the uncomfortable framing of ilia being the psychotic lesbian in love with her straight best friend and trying to kill her about it). yang could have had a brief crush on a girl in their beacon days, or talked about past relationships, etc. there's no reason for blake to be the first and only person yang ever shows true interest in, especially since blake has an unambiguous romantic history (with adam and also with sun).

especially since this is a world where, ostensibly, homophobia doesn't exist. (at least according to word of god) it's also not like this was a network television cartoon where they had to worry about BS&P or sneaking things past the censors! there were no censors to worry about! so if this was being planned for an entire decade, why doesn't it show?

I'm not on twitter, but I did see those tweets when they made their way over here. For the record, I personally don't believe it. I hate saying that because I'm not someone who enjoys accusing someone else of lying, but as you've established above, there is nothing in the story to imply that this was a decade long endeavor. I mean that quite literally. Yang eyeing the shirtless guys, Blake's entire romance-coded arc with Sun, the rejection of Ilia, Adam framed as a potential ex, Yang never once showing an interest in other girls, the lack of explanation for why they won't confess (AKA an established, long-term arc about one or both of them discovering their sexuality, coming out, overcoming homophobia, working through another relationship first, etc.)... The Blake/Yang subtext began late post-reunion - which isn't a bad thing! But why in the world would you pretend that it was in the works 5-6 years earlier?

I mean, we know one potential reason why. Right now, there's a lot of uncharitable conversation surrounding how the romance is being used to prop up a struggling show. So if you're hoping to draw in more viewers through your work's queer rep, it helps to present that rep as a celebratory achievement after a decade of work. It makes RT appear to have always been progressive and worthy of your time/money. There never was a fear of queerbaiting because this was planned from the get-go. There are no problems with the romance's writing because we knew this was the end goal from day one. No, no, pay no attention to how our queer employees are treated. Why would you doubt our allyship when we strove for a decade to bring you a queer main couple? Noooo, also please ignore that nothing was stopping us from giving you that in Volume One. Good romance has to be earned, remember.

My tone in the last paragraph heavily implies that I've made up my mind regarding why we'd get this narrative of the bee's development, but the reality is that I just don't know. Obviously. I'm not in the writer's room, I'm not in their heads, I will never be able to provide irrefutable proof either for or against that interpretation. But given how RWBY was written and given what RT has to gain from acting like this was always the end game (which is a lot), I think the most charitable reading (if not necessarily the most likely one) is that RT is subconsciously stretching the definition of "planned." Do I believe that they sat down at the start of Volume One, decided that Blake and Yang would be a couple, and then somehow spectacularly failed to write that story for the better part of a decade? No. Do I think it's possible that, given the nature of fandom, RT immediately picked up on the fact that people instantly shipped Blake and Yang (because they were partners, complimentary, if you've been in fandom for longer than five minutes you know that splitting the RW and the BY is easy picking), maybe joked about them and WhiteRose being a thing, spent a couple of years writing safe het romances while testing the waters, realized after 6-ish years that providing serious queer rep would prove more helpful than harmful to the show, stayed in the ambiguous 'Are they friends or something more?' stage to further cover their bases, and then at a time when the company was at its most vulnerable, give the fans exactly what they wanted, capitalizing on the gratitude by thinking back to those initial days of joke-y what-ifs and going, "Yeah! This has been in the works since the very start! That'll help get us renewed, right? ;)"?

...Yeah.

Honestly, a part of me doesn't care. Queer rep is queer rep, regardless of how it came about, and a few years from now the drama of it all will have begun to fad. From here on out, newcomers to RWBY will never have to deal with that potential queerbaiting. They'll start and end the show knowing that the rep exists and, likely, won't give a damn how it came about. But for those who do want to unpack that motivation, I'm personally of the belief that RT is stretching (at best) the definition of "planning" in an effort to make the company look as good as possible during this time. People are welcome to call me pessimistic and overly critical if they'd like, but I think it's important to keep in mind that RT is a company. They're not a bunch of home-bound fans writing simply for the joy of it. They're also not an individual, safely established author who can push the boundaries of their craft without fear of (much) repercussion. They're a company. Their job is to make money and though that doesn't preclude them from creating amazing art and taking great pride in their work, at the end of the day 99% of the writing decisions are based around what will bring in more viewers. I'd caution anyone to think critically about a saluting emoji and a very simplistic summary of - what we know having lived through it - was a very complicated situation.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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vile-deathbeat · 3 months

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What happened after Blacksheep left.

After Blacksheep leaves without saying anything at all, Rae is broken. They felt as if they were never going to be happy again. The day after Blacksheep left, a hurricane hits VILE Island. Rae actually went outside during it and sat on the beach thinking about Blacksheep because of How They Met. (My OC X BS fic)

While they were sitting there, they thought about just jumping into the ocean and never coming back up. But then they thought about the other people they met and how close they'd come with the faculty after being with Blacksheep.. how would they react?

So Rae starts to cope with it. They start working out more, fighting harder, sleeping less. They didn't really focus on much of their emotion anymore. They didn't feel much pain anymore either- even when Bellum was doing experiments on them.

These experiments included putting these glowing chemicals through the body to help Rae grow taller, gain a bit of weight, grow even more muscular, and even make their voice deeper. Rae didn't like the color of the chemicals that glew under their skin so they asked Bellum to see if she could turn it purple, she couldn't see a reason not to, so at times on missions when Deathbeat feels energized, their eyes and veins will glow neon purple.

They also got their canine teeth made into artificial fangs ^^

In appearance change, Rae became Deathbeat in just a matter of the 6 months they had left in the academy.

Rae was skinny and pale. Their arms, legs, and everything else were skinny. They didn't eat much, didn't weigh much, would throw up every so often. And they were only 5'0. Rae didn't like people and kept quiet at anytime they were around people. They had longer hair when they were a student, and it was darker.

Deathbeat became an almost polar opposite of what they used to be. They were still skinny but the muscles they gained added to their weight a lot. They ate more, didn't throw up as much, took pain like a champ, and they grew by 5 inches.

Their hair was buzzed shorter, and they were tanned from being on the island for so long. They had little fangs. Now that they were able to fight, they were more confident around people. Some were even scared to fight them.

A few missions into being sent out on capers, Deathbeat was walking down a hallway in a museum when Carmen jumped down in front of them from above somewhere. Deathbeat was now face to face with what used to be Blacksheep, but they didn't know it yet.

Carmen scanned Deathbeat up and down and recognized the scar under their eye. After she called it out and said she remembered them, Deathbeat was stunned. They didn't expect Blacksheep to have changed so much, she was almost unrecognizable.

Deathbeat didn't want to hurt Carmen after knowing that it was Blacksheep, but they didn't know if Carmen wanted to take defense against them. They were actually feeling a real emotion for the first time in months.. they were scared, stunned, and somewhat happy?? they felt like they were going to cry but they didn't want to in front of Carmen. They didn't speak either because they knew their voice would break.

Carmen was surprised as well with the way that Rae had changed after all this time. She too was going through a similar roller-coaster of emotions.

Deathbeat took off the Deafener (the weapon Deathbeat uses) took off their comms, and completely disarmed themselves before holding their arms open for a hug that they didn't think they would receive, but they did.

Carmen hugged them back for a while. Deathbeat sobbed silently into her shoulder. Both of them knew that they missed eachother, but they had already gotten over their relationship ending.

Rae- "I'm supposed to be fighting you and I can't because I don't want to hurt you."

Carmen- "I know."

She hesitated for a moment and let go of Deathbeat but kept one hand on their shoulder.

Their face was red and wet from their tears.

"You'll see me again." She said.

#carmen sandiego #self insert #deathbeat #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego 2019 #oc #carmen sandeigo 2019 #oc lore #somewhat lore #vilesona

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satankilledmyghost · 2 years

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I NEED MORE WOLFIE😭😭😭😭😭

(Love you tho. Even if you don’t write anything, because hello it’s me, I’m proud to read the finished products heahaehehe)

OR GIMME (or us*) HEAD CANNONS OF THEM AT A FUNERAL. that would be something I would PAY to see.

For some reason, I kinda want to just be in the mind of one of them. Just for a day. Yknow? And I’m also debating starting the series over, and I could be texting you this, but hey, I’m bored and too lazy to switch tabs rn. If you do post this, I wanna say hi to everyone. Hit me up. Please. I need more people to appreciate the wolf without thinking I’m into some wattpad werewolf books.

BITCHHHHH I THOUGHT U WERE A RANDOM ASS DUCKLING SO I WAS CONFUSED ABOUT THE TEXTING PART ABBSJSNA. I DIDNT KNOW YOU CHANGED YOUR USERNAME😭

y’all, say hi to my bestie. she’s a fucking nutcase but we love her nonetheless <3

okay, one, fucking reread weak hero. or imma go to your house and find you. two, here’s your request, but go see your therapist. three, don’t hate on the wattpad- yeah, i- i can't justify those.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, AND FUNERALS, HEARTBREAK, ANGST?

weak hero characters reaction to your death/at your funeral

donald na

you know that one time where kingsley went into donald’s office and trailed off mid sentence because he noticed donald was eating a loaf of bread and zoning out??

that’s his reaction you dying

no emotions, no crying, just an empty, numb feeling in his chest and he can only think of you and not really focus on anything else

he'll be doing something and thoughts like “they would really like this” or “they would fucking hate this” or just picturing your reactions to something that donald’s doing in the current moment will cross his mind

he'll replay past conversations and interactions with you an unhealthy amount of times, suffering through tears. whether he wants to admit it or not, you had an affect on donald.

if you die tragically(say, beaten to death over union bs or jumped or whatever), he’ll punish those mother fuckers. no mercy.

donald'll be more salty and short-tempered to everyone around him. even kingsley isn’t safe.

donald misses you, and he longs to be in your presence one last time, even if it means listening to you complain about how cruel he runs his union.

jake ji

will bawl his eyes out and will probably have a psychotic break down.

he’ll be mental, how dare the universe take you from him?!

the one thing in his life that isn’t tied to the union, you were his little slice of life

a tiny piece of this world that isn’t cruel, someone he can go to.

sure, jake’s got dean and the guys, but they can be assholes sometimes. the one person that would always be there, arms open wide and endless love just for him, you, is gone. and it won't ever change.

all of those late, spontaneous nights at the parks, you pestering him to get him to study, pulling all-nighters watching anime, walking with you to and from school, your bright smile, your laugh, all of those times that you and jake cuddled close and fell asleep. these things will never happen again and jake can't handle that reality.

jake will call you, desperate and foolishly hoping that you'll pick up your phone. but all he ever gets is your voicemail. if you had access to your phone, it'd be voicemail after voicemail of jake violently sobbing into his phone, begging, pleading for you to come back.

wolf keum

his body will have a reaction to your death, but his mind won’t catch up.

with news of your death, wolf will start to tremble, his voice will be useless, and his body is super tense. he might even start crying.

but while all of this is happening, wolf won’t be feeling anything internally. his mind will run blank as he tries to process the fact that you’re dead.

wolf's emotionally numb and the only coherent thought he has is “oh, they’re dead. is this how someone’s supposed to react? what i’m doing now? why is there tears? i don’t feel sad? okay. they're gone. you're gone.”

he saw you this morning. wolf walked you to school. what happened? is this a sick joke?? cause if it is, wolf will beat your ass to death's doorstep himself.

but it’s not a joke and that slams him when he attends your funeral. wolf will be in the back of the room, hands stuffed into his pockets and eyeing your sobbing family and friends warily.

wolf doesn’t participate, hell, he can’t even bring himself to witness you getting buried, but he stays for the eulogy.

just hearing what your friends and family have to say about you kills him.

but it’s also almost like a peace offering at the same time. in what wolf hears about you via everyone else, he realizes that the you that you were around him was only for him. you showed him sides of you that none of these people knew about.

if wolf walked out of your funeral with anything that day, it was a minuscule glimmer of bitter sweet pride that he was the only one that got to love that version of you.

forrest lee

he’s just pissed off. permanently.

cries himself to sleep over you, is sweet to your family at your funeral, and stays through the whole thing

he doesn't know how to process these emotions. grape might lecture him about the 5 stages of grief, but forrest wouldn't be listening.

he'd dig himself a grave, drown himself in whatever he could get his hands on to escape reality.

forrest would pull the dumbest shit and end up driving Hyeongshin into the ground with his carelessness and get beaten a millimeter from death by donald's hands.

but as grape and robin watch on in complete horror and shame, forrest would be on the ground oddly content because maybe, just maybe, donald will deal that final blow and he'll get to see you again.

jimmy bae

he’s a giant softie, he’ll cry until he’s a human raisin as soon as he gets the news.

he won’t say anything to anyone, especially at your funeral. sure, he’ll talk to your family, but it’s short and quiet.

jimmy would definitely stand at your headstone hours after your burial ends. he won’t say anything, but he’s there. and he desperately wants to know if you’re there, too, sitting on your headstone or standing next to him, leaning into his side like you always did when you were alive.

jimmy always complained about you wanting physical affection, but he’d do just about anything now to hear you pout until he let you hold his hand on the walk to school just one more time.

big ben

you broke him. i don't know how else to explain it. ben's screams still haunt whoever was in earshot to this day.

ben's typical optimism and emotional maturity in tough situations will be thrown out the window.

he can't even take care of himself. ben will be too busy laying, numb, in his bed to attend your funeral, but gogo and the others would force him.

bens eyes are dead and he scarily resembles a corpse as he just exists while your funeral commences.

he's a husk of the person he used to be, though it'll take a long while before he's able to start living again.

though, ben will never be the same.

alex go

he disappears. no one knows where he went or if he’ll come back.

ben will try the ocean to see if alex is there, and the first few times he might be, but alex quickly gets sick of being brought back home to where you weren’t there.

alex thinks that if he isn’t in your neighborhood, walking by your school, your favorite store, that cafe you love, you aren’t dead.

it’s easier to process your death if alex is away from all the things that reminds him of you.

alex would drag himself to your funeral and would comfort your mother as your father holds his shoulder and talks about all the things you’d say about alex to them. your dads voice would be wobbly and your mother would laugh through rivers of tears and say how giddy you were after a date with him you’d be skipping through the rest of the week.

if, one day, he does come back, alex won’t say anything. he’ll focus on bettering himself because if he couldn’t protect you from death, what use does he have?

teddy jin

teddy spends his days inside with co. he’s quiet about your death, but not the concerning type of quiet.

it’s almost like teddys pondering why you died, though the cause of your death is public knowledge.

oddly, teddy processes and gets through his grief healthy. he does become more quiet than he was before.

like jimmy, teddy would stand for hours at your burial site. he just can’t nail the reality that you’re gone, even though he sat through and talked at your funeral.

gerard jin

gerard would be suicidal. if he can’t bear the idea that his friend couldn’t perform in his band for one year over burned hands, gerard wouldn’t survive news of your death.

he wouldn’t touch his guitar, and his voice is too weak without you to sing.

he attends your funeral, though, and he tries his hardest to gain the strength to talk to your family.

his mom would hand him your journal/note that you wrote, adamant that this is something he needs to read.

and he does, but he wishes to god that he didn’t.

you wrote to him and about him. every little thing that you two did together, gerard’s quirks that you loved. hell, you even poked fun at him one time or another.

he clings to your words and there’s months of grief in store for him.

when gerard finally starts to get over your death, he’ll write the most beautifully grim song about you.

gray yeon

we’ve all experienced what stephan ann has done to gray, so his reaction to you dying will be almost the exact same.

but this time, gray has friends. ben and alex would help gray start to get back into living again. those two would take him out, starting small and hopefully working back up to what he usually would do before your death.

eugene and gerard would be the silent supporters, eugene being more apt to confront gray and directly asking him what he needs.

rowan and teddy are the two idiots in the corner trying to be serious, but rowan fucks it up and gets smacked by teddy. they’re a distraction for gray, even if for a moment, but a welcomed one.

gray would write to you, telling you about his day and what’s been going on that you’ve missed.

once he’s finished writing to you, he’d walk to your grave and set it down, a small part of him hopeful that somehow you’ll be able to read it.

once he’s more comfortable around your tombstone, gray will take time to sit down and talk to you instead of letters.

eugene gale

poor baby doesn’t know what to do :(

eugene would close up and shun everyone around him.

he’d be mute and refuse to open up to anyone, deciding that suffering in silence is the best way to go instead of bothering everyone else with his grief.

eugene might go as far as to be hostile to ben and everyone else, and that’s when they know something is wrong wrong.

eugene is in desperate silence at your funeral, grasping at air to try and stop himself from crying.

he takes notice of the flowers at your eulogy, oddly. you had never stated what you like regarding flowers, if you liked them at all, so eugene found it odd that there were extravagant bouquets for you.

but when he visits your grave, he’ll bring different types of flowers and, depending on how well the grass above your casket is growing, find out which ones you like.

there’s no logic to this, eugene is aware of that, but it’s something that reassure eugene that you aren’t totally gone.

after months, eugene would sit at your grave and rattle off facts and stories to your head stone just like he did when you were alive.

rowan im

rowan could barely survive through your funeral, having to leave multiple times from sobbing, and visiting your grave is unbearable right now.

he would force himself to stay bright and cheery. he’s the type to make sure that nothing that bothers him will show.

he needs to stay that one friend that can make everyone laugh, ya know?

but more and more, rowan’s grief would seep onto his mask and the group would definitely notice.

it’d start with one quiet day, and then the jokes are less and less, and then for a whole week rowan just gives up.

how’s he supposed to function when you’re gone? you’re his number two, the one person who would go along with his shit and have fun.

how’s he supposed to find fun in mundane things now if you’re not around??

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader

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whoreish-behaviour · 1 year

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Ayo so 9ft tall hot alien colonizers am I right 👀👀💫??? Thanks sm for writing the PERFECTION that is Revenant 💕✨️💞 BTW that fic got me thinking...

So after the events of TWOW, Miles, near dead tbh, comes across a Nav'vi woman who was separated from her family when trying to escape one of his RDA raids on the villages in search for Jake. She's terrifed of him because she remebers him, but her kind soul patches him up and nurses his weak form back to health in her makeshift home. When recovered, he takes her in for reasons immediately unknown to him or her (but he tells his commanding officer some bs about gaining the hostiles trust or something).

She, being just an average ocean Nav'vi with no warrior spirit in her (kind of like a temeperment similar to Tsireya) can't understand a word of English, and Miles can only understand 5% of what she's saying. They have lost their only reliable translator (Spider), so Miles wants to learn to communicate with her directly because he hates 3rd party communication anyway (as shown by his continued attempt at learning and speaking Nav'vi). He starts to teach her English using his very limited Nav'vi that Spider had taught him.

At first she is of course terrified of him cause he just took her to a place filled with Sky People (of which her only experices with involve deaths, cruelties, and pain). She wonders why he took her with him (spoiler: he took her cause she helped him, was cute, all alone, and the lost/scared/helpless eyes she gave him when he initially came across her got to him. I imagine she looked similar to how Tsireya looked when her dad yelled at her for her allowing Lo'ak to bond with the outcast).

As Miles starts attempting to talk to her in her language and teach her his own language, she starts seeing another side of him. The side that loves his comrades, loves his son, had listened to his sons pleas for mercy on her people, has strong duty to his people (which is respected in her village), jokes around with her and his comrades, and protects her even when really has no reason to since she's technically the enemy. She has to fight this growing warmth and respect for him with the horrible things she sees him do to her people for his mission and personal vegnece against jake, and the horrible things the Sky People he has strong loyalties to continue to do to her home of Pandora. Ofc they are also both physically attracted to each other so this can be mature rated if u feel comfortable (I surely wouldn't mind a bonding ... or several occuring).

Mostly, Miles teaching her English and trying to get past her initial fear of him and all his dominating "demon" presence when he can barely communicate with her. It'd be cute if the first thing she learns to call him is "colonel" because that's what everyone calls him. And even though he later teaches her his name, she still calls him that endearingly. Like, "Miles" is for when she's mad at him 😂.

Miles is real patient with her because she is a good girl. Shes just mostly scared and confused by many things in her new environment (her own emotions most included). Miles is mostly just being himself around her, very aware that shes watching him quite cautiously and curiously. Because of her distrust of Sky People, she's by Miles' side alot, but mostly stays silent because she can't really understand what others are saying around her in rapid English so she just pretty much ignores everyone else and focuses on her Colonel. She reads his eyes, his ears, his tail, and his breathing just to know what's really going on with him. Even after she learns some english from him, she has also learned to understand Miles without his having to speak. Miles keeps his Nav'vi by his side and she answers to no one except her Colonel. Legit Miles would be mad protective of her. No one touches her but him. Real territorial ish. I'm sorry this is getting outta hand. 😂

I just love Stockholm syndrome tropes sm! And u write it so well 😆👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👌🏽💞 certified good ish. Thanks for the thought 💡.

‘Pretty much ignores everyone else and focuses on her Colonel’ BDJSHSBBFSJHDHD SO MF CUTEEE

THIS IS AMAZINGGG I LOVE IT SM

I adore the whole idea of her being able to read him without necessarily understanding the words coming out his mouth, I think he pairs so well with someone like that (lord knows that man would rather have his tail bitten then talk about his emotions).

Would 10000% be extremelyyyy over protective, that terrified expression on your face the day he met you still makes him grimace. You’d have to always be in his eyesight or tucked safely under his arm.

I also think that once you had settled down at his side, the crew would begin to accept you more - your kind nature practically forcing them to.

Like a baby sheep being taken in by a pack of wolves that absolutely adore you.

#colonel quaritch x you #colonel miles quaritch #colonel quaritch x reader #colonel quaritch smut #colonel quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch #avatar x you #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #avatar 2

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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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baby scarab || 46

anon - in our fav baby scarab what if y/n somehow for some reason ended up in marc’s memory bank we see when they’re crossing to the after life in the show and maybe the the boys end up in her’s and they both come out like “damn you good?” (the answer is no)

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anon - Bs starting to be more affectionate?

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anon - y/n puts marc's hair in tiny pigtails while he naps

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A/N : enjoy???????

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : angst? and fluff? idk

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, nightmares, memory banks, asylums, heavy mentions of child abuse, the usual, let me know if i missed anything.

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you were feeling way better than you did yesterday.

last night, casper had to go home to your disappointment. marc did eventually catch you though and threatened to throw you off the roof, which resulted in you jumping off and sticking to the wall, effectively scaring the life out of him.

everyone else got a laugh out of it though.

and now you were getting home from work, unlocking and opening the door to see all three of your dads, still in separate bodies, arguing about something.

you just rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you, locking it and tossing your bag down so you can take off your shoes.

once you did so, steven walked past you into the kitchen, tensely putting a kettle on the stove after filling it with water.

you sigh slowly and walk towards him, deciding to just stand next to him until he felt like talking.

which wasn’t long at all.

“those two are driving me up the wall” he starts, relaxing a bit. “cant agree on anything, and it’s worse now that they can physically fight” he runs a hand down his face.

you give him a small smile.

“and it’s because for some reason we can’t figure anything out while you’re gone” he rolls his eyes at himself.

you raise an eyebrow at that. “cant even decide what to put on the telly, that’s what they’re arguing about” he gestures off to the living room, where marc and jake are still in some kind of debate.

“anyways how was your day? do you need any pain medicine? what about some tea?” he asks and you smile at him.

“i need you to take a break” you confess. “you do too much for me” you finish, making steven scoff.

“you’re very funny, i’ll get you some tea” he says, but you stop him.

“it’s okay. go take a break i’ll handle dumb and dumber” you smile at him and he relaxes completely.

“are you sure?” he asks and you nod.

“just one thing though” he moves forward to hug you tightly, you reciprocating it almost instantly.

he lets go to press a light kiss to your forehead before getting himself some tea.

“you can stay in my room and read so you can have some time away from them” you tell steven.

“well- you can go in there anyways it’s your house” you wave your hand around.

steven smiles at you and picks up one of his books from off the counter.

“correction- it’s our home. and thank you” he tells you heading off to finally relax a bit on his own.

steven ended up sitting on your windowsill, it was fairly wide so you could fit some cushions and pillows on it, and the string lights hung perfectly above it, giving it a very calming atmosphere.

you turned to jake and marc who were making faces at each other, and walked into the living room to pick up two throw pillows and chuck them both at their faces.

they couldn’t dodge them, since they were too engaged in their weird staring contest.

“what is your problem?” you ask between them and they both start talking at the same time.

you roll your eyes and shoot a web at both of them, just sticking to their shirts to get their attention.

“jake, you first” you clarify, and marc crosses his arms while jake starts to speak.

“this idiota keeps changing the channel”

“that’s because you-“

“how about we agree on f/s? hm?” you suggest, and both the boys rip the webs off themselves and sit back down with glaring at each other.

“and quiet down, steven is trying to read” you point to your room, where your door was half open.

they both just nodded, marc more stiffly than jake.

you put on your favorite show, and went back to the kitchen.

you had a long day at work, and even though your mouth didn’t hurt as bad, it was still sore.

plus you were starving and still couldn’t eat solid foods yet according to steven.

you just decided to warm up half of some canned soup, and settled with that.

due to your enhanced healing abilities, you were healing way faster than anyone else would.

this is one of the times you didn’t curse out that spider.

you finished your soup fairly quickly, as you only had half of the can, and washed your bowl.

you went back to the living room to see jake asleep on the floor, with both the cats laying on top of his chest.

and marc was just watching the tv with a blank look on his face.

“you okay?” you ask him, and he turns to you as you round the couch to sit down next to him.

“nothin’, just.. thinking” he answers and you tilt your head at him.

“about what?” you question and he sighs.

“something you don’t need to worry your little head about” he tries to smile at you but you make a face.

“you always make me tell you everything” you complain, and marc pulls you close to him so that you’re leaning your head on his shoulder.

“you don’t have to worry about me”

“yeah but that doesn’t mean i don’t” you retort and he sighs.

“really, it’s nothing” he assures you and you nod hesitantly.

“if you say so” you say a bit quieter when you heard jake shift a bit in his sleep.

it’s quiet for a moment while you and marc focus on the tv, before he speaks again when you yawn.

“tired?” he rhetorically asks and you nod.

he adjusts you so that you’re laying on top of him like you usually are, then you lift your arms up so that your hands were in marc’s hair, brushing through it with your fingers.

marc sighed in content, and already felt tired.

he always enjoyed when layla played with his hair, so it only makes sense that he liked it when you did it too.

he found it calming, and most sleepless nights whenever you or layla would just simply run your fingers through his hair, he was out like a light.

while marc dozed off, you used two of your hair ties to give him two tiny pigtails, making you silently laugh as to not wake him up.

you took them out and reminded yourself to properly make his hair pretty later, but for now, you were tired.

so you went to sleep as well, not prepared for anything you were about to see.

and neither was marc.

~~~

marc opened his eyes to find himself alone on his couch.

he looked around while sitting up, no jake, no cats, and no y/n.

he frantically got up and checked your room, to see it was back to the empty storage room it was a month ago.

he furrowed his brows, wandering the house a throwing open doors looking for anybody.

“this isn’t funny, come out guys” he yells into the apartment, and rushes to open the front door, only to be greeted with the inside of what looked like some kind of school.

he turned around and saw that the door was gone, and he was stuck inside this place.

he takes in a shaky breath and freezes when what looks like a couple and and older lady come out of an office.

“i’ll tell her to get her stuff ready, if you don’t mind waiting here” the lady tells the couple, who both nod and sit down at a bench outside the office.

marc made a face, walking towards the couple as they speak in hushed voices.

“hello? where am i?” he asks them, to receive no answer.

he furrows his brows again and hesitantly puts a hand out to feel that his hand went right through the woman’s shoulder.

he gasps softly and quickly turns around when he hears two sets of footsteps.

“this lovely couple is going to be adopting you today, y/n. why don’t you go say hi?” the lady says to a very young looking version of you, probably not younger than 5.

marc looks down at the younger you, watching as you hid behind the lady, while the couple came closer and crouched down, the man holding out a hand towards you.

“hey there, y/n” the man starts, and marc makes a face, watching as the small you peaks your head out from behind the lady.

“my name is andrew, and this is my wife emma, we are going to be your parents” he introduces, and you slightly step out to slowly bring a hand up to shake the man’s in greeting.

“see? they aren’t scary” the lady says, and marc sees you turn back to give her a pleasing look while taking your hand back and adjusting your backpack straps.

just then, marc noticed the dark navy blue dress you had on, your knees scraped up and one of your socks halfway pushed down than the other.

his eyes softened when he saw the way you looked at the lady, who shook her head.

“you’re going to go home with them, okay?” she tells the small you, marc shaking his head.

he saw you hug the lady tightly, before being ushered out of the building by the two adults.

marc scoffed and followed you all out, to where he was in a different room, looking behind him and seeing no doors just like the first time.

this time he was in a doctors office, seemingly later since the younger you was wearing shorts and your knees were perfectly healed.

the woman’s blonde hair was grown a bit too, and both her and the man who adopted you had worried looks on their faces.

a doctor came in and went in front of them, seeming to have bad news.

meanwhile, marc noticed that you were staring off at the wall, eyes darting all around.

“is there something wrong with her? she keeps saying she sees things- and- and she hears things we can’t-“ the woman rambles while you tilt your head at the wall.

“it would seem that with the few tests we did, your child has a disorder by the name of schizophrenia” the doctor says, the couple gasping in shock.

marc shook his head with a dark look on his face, and then turns to the small you, looking you right in the eyes even though he knows you can’t see him.

“because of this, she will have to be on a medication. you also have the option to give her up if it’s too much” the doctor leaves and the couple start talking.

marc listens in closely, and he sees you dart your eyes to them for a second.

“hey, y/n, why don’t we go on a road trip?” the man says uneasily and marc already knew what was happening.

and next thing he knew, he was back in the school looking building.

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you woke up earlier than you thought, marc and jake, along with the cats were gone.

you sit up slowly and notice that you were back in your old apartment, all your stuff where it was just a month ago.

“what the hell..?” you mutter, looking around.

you run to each and every room, not finding anything and not hearing any heartbeats.

you open your door to feel like you’re being shoved, and seeing someone’s backyard, which you don’t ever remember being in the hallway.

you look behind you, not seeing the door, so you decide to keep moving forward.

you hear someone talking so you jog in the direction of where the sound was and find yourself staring at what looks like a husband and wife, and then two brothers.

you run towards the kid who was drawing at a picnic table, and start speaking.

“hey!” you snap your fingers in his face. “where am i?” you ask and he doesn’t seem fazed.

you scoff and turn to walk towards the man, who had his back to you.

“hey” you reach to touch his shoulder. “where-“ you freeze in place when your hand goes right through him.

“wha- wait a damn minute” you mutter, going back towards the kid sitting at the table, and waving a hand through his head.

you feel your breathing quicken, but listen when someone starts talking.

“foods ready, who’s hungry?” the woman says, coming towards the kid while the older one walks over as well as you watch them. “roro?” she finishes.

“mom come check out my drawing” the kid at the table says, and that’s when you notice the goldfish he had drawn on a piece of paper.

“he drew the fish with only one fin” the older kid says and you look around frantically, still not knowing what exactly was going on.

“marc, be nice to your little brother” the woman says and you gasp.

“marc..?” you whisper to yourself staring at the older kid, now seeing some similarities to the man you call your father.

“i’m not hungry” he directs it at his mom. “wanna go to the cave?” he asks the smaller kid, the one the woman called ‘roro’.

you slowly linger after them as roro nods and gets up.

“we’ll eat later”

“boys? don’t be gone too long” the man turns around to say.

“hey hey hey, marc, what do you do?” his mom asks him, and you stare at the both of them.

“keep an eye on your brother, okay?” she finishes for him while he nods.

“laters gators”

“but steven says that..” you trail off, following after the two boys while they wander off into the woods.

you focus in when younger marc and roro start talking.

“okay. okay, okay, fine, but... I'll be rosser, though” roro starts. “can you hear that, dr. grant?”

marc responds right away with a british accent, sounding all too much like steven. “i sure do, rosser. sounds to me like danger”

“dr. grant? like steven grant?! you answer me right now you little assholes!” you yell at the two who still can’t hear you, so you groan and keep following them.

you then heard thunder rumble, making you jump and look up at the sky to see that it was raining.

“mom said not to when it's raining” roro drops the accent, and they both stop for a second in front of what looks to be the cave they were talking about.

“it'll be fine, don't be a baby” young marc tells him and you shake your head, a weird feeling in your stomach forming.

the two boys run into the cave laughing as the rain comes down harder, soaking your clothes and your hair.

you follow after them in the cave, squeezing past all the sharp edges of the rocks.

“wait-“ you look down and see that the water was rising. “stop!” you yell after them, hoping that somehow they could hear you.

“get out of there!” you yell as loud as you can as you hear both of them start screaming.

“help us! mom!” you couldn’t tell who was who as they shouted repeats of those three words, while you tried your hardest to try and get to them.

the water was to your waist, and you started running out of breath due to the humidity, and it made you dizzy with all the shouting echoing through the cave, and beating into your brain.

it was with one last echoing shout that you fell forward, all dried off and in a quiet room.

~~~

marc stood and watched as you waved slowly to the man and woman who adopted you as they walk out of the building.

you were holding a small pill bottle, to which the lady frowned at.

“i’m sorry it didn’t work out, y/n” she apologizes, and leads you to the stairs.

marc follows as the smaller you and the older lady walk up the stairs and to what was once your room.

“go unpack, dinner will be ready in an hour” she says quietly and leaves.

marc stayed with the smaller you, watching as you set your backpack down and stand on the tips of your toes to watch the couple that were going to be your parents, drive away without a second thought.

he frowned as you sat down on the made bed, and that’s when he noticed two other beds in the room too.

he looked over at the same time you did when the door clicked open, two other girls, seeming older than you, walked in and giggles when they saw you.

“they gave you up after two weeks? that’s gotta be a record, scrap” the taller girl of the two says to you, making your eye twitch and look away.

marc furrowed his brows at the name she had called you.

“oh man.. if i knew i woulda-“ he starts to grit out before one of the girls kicks your bag over, making you shoot your head to it and get up off the bag to try and get to it.

the other girl pushed you back, making the smaller you gasp while the taller one went through your bag.

“let’s see if your old parents got you anything good” she says teasingly while marc glared at her with all the anger he could.

if he could kick her over and yell at her he would. he wasn’t against beating up a child at the moment.

he saw the tears forming in your eyes as the other girl pulled the pills out of the side pocket.

she laughed before tossing them on the bed.

“so now you’re a drugged freak?” she laughs. “no wonder they didn’t want you” she leaves your bag on the floor, there girl who pushed you smacking you in the face before shoving you against the wall.

“don’t think that anyone will pity you just because you have some kind of disease” she starts, slamming you against the wall with every word.

marc couldn’t tear his eyes away as he saw your bottom lip wobble and a tear drop from your chin after rolling down your cheek.

“you’re going to stay here for the rest of your life. nobody will ever want such a disappointment like you” and with that, marc swung at the air, his fist going right through the girls head as she stomped away.

he watched you with glassy eyes as you slid down the wall and started silently sobbing into your hands, marc wanting nothing more than to hold you and tell you it was going to be okay.

and it was just like that, where he appeared somewhere else again.

~~~

you look around the room, seeing that there were candles set up everywhere, and it was very quiet.

that’s when you noticed a picture of the younger boy that marc was with in the cave, and everyone dressed in black.

“shit” you mutter, getting up and wandering around the room.

you spotted marc’s mom, who had many people surrounding her. “i want my roro back” she starts, and you sigh. “i want him back” her voice almost breaks at the end of her sentence.

you heard quiet footsteps from behind you, to where you turn and look up to see marc looking down from the railing of the stairs.

“what are you doing here, hmm?” his mom asks bitterly, to which to turn to glare at her.

it was as if when you felt bad for her, all that feeling went away the moment she spoke.

“you were supposed to keep him safe!” she shouts, making you jump and look between her and the younger marc.

“you let him drown” she starts and you shake your head.

“no.. no they- they tried to get out-“ you say to yourself, trying to convince a woman that can’t even hear you that she wasn’t thinking right.

“this is all your fault!” she raises her voice even more, making your breathing quicken, the same to marc.

“this is all your fault!” she begins sobbing and you shake your head as marc runs back up the stairs.

you glare at marc’s mom once more before following after marc, just to see if he ended up being okay after that.

you ended up in the same exact room, which was attached to the kitchen where you saw marc and his father with birthday hats on, and a small cake.

you walk towards them and saw the look of disappointment and sadness present on his face.

“wendy?” his father starts, yelling towards the stairs. “wendy, come on, please” he turns to marc for a second.

“wendy, please. we're just about to blow out the candles now” his voice dies down at the end of his sentence as marc sighs sadly.

“she's not coming” marc states and you frown to yourself.

“your mother's not feeling well, marc” his father starts. “we'll do it just you and i this year, okay?” he asks, more like states and he blows out the candles as marc won’t.

you shake your head and sigh, looking to the stairs and wandering up there, wondering if time wouldn’t somehow magically fast forward again.

“you can't have a birthday without your favorite cake!” you heard, seeing marc and his father share a laugh.

“this must be the next year..” you trail off, noticing his mom watching them from the living room.

the bottle of wine in her hand made you flinch when she swung it around.

“get started on these, okay, son?” marc’s dad says, leaving the room as marc starts cutting the cake.

you tried to block his mom when she got up, but she went right through you, making you groan in annoyance before turning to the both of them.

“you were always jealous of him” she starts, making you shake your head slowly again.

she chuckles again before continuing. “ever since he was born. i... i should've known you would do something like this” she finishes, pouring herself some more wine.

marc throws down the cutlery he was using and rushes up the stairs, to which you follow him but not before giving one more look at his mother.

marc slams the door, and you hesitated before turning the knob and walking in.

~~~

marc wandered until he was in a completely different building than before.

he was in a kitchen, where he saw you, maybe about 8 or 9 now, at a dinner table with a man, a woman, and another older girl who was on her phone.

marc watched as you stared down at your plate, your cheeks hollow and under your eyes dark as a bruise.

his breath stuttered as he saw the man look down at you.

“you better eat that” he says and you shake your head hands fidgeting in your lap.

the man bangs on the table, making you jump.

“you- you didn’t let me have any yesterday and i’m not hungry i-“

“quiet” the man starts. “come on” he gets up while your head shoots up and you shake your head frantically, pushing yourself into the chair.

nobody else was fazed as the man gripped onto your arm, and dragged you from your chair down some stairs and into a room where there was a single mattress and a small window.

“fine, you don’t want to eat you don’t get to for another two days” the man says darkly, letting go of you as you back up into the corner of the room.

marc followed while trying not to yell out of anger.

he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

if he knew where these people were now, he would have a nice talk with them.

he watched with softer eyes as you looked at the red mark on your arm from where the man had a grip on you.

he crouched down in front of where you were pressed against the wall.

“i’m so sorry, kid” he apologizes, even though deep down he knows there was nothing he could’ve done.

he wasn’t there, he couldn’t have been.

but that didn’t stop the thought in his head that said that he should’ve.

he moved back instinctively when you got up from your spot, even though he knew you’d go right through him.

he watched as you took your medication dry, since you didn’t have any water.

“my god..” he realized why you got in the habit of taking medicine dry.

and it was because you had to. they didn’t let you have water. they made you create an unhealthy habit when taking your medication.

marc watches as you sat against the wall on the small matress, until there was a flash of light and your whole appearance changed.

you were older again, looking around 12.

he turns around when the door opens, and that man comes in.

“get up and bring your stuff. we’re going on a trip”

“..you’re taking me back” you state quietly.

“no” the man says, leaving the room as you gather your small amount of belongings.

it all fit in your backpack you’ve had since you were little, the pills going in the side pocket.

he hesitantly follows you out of the house and to the car, where time almost fast forwards again and you’re panicking in the car as you read the buildings sign.

“they took her to an asylum?!” marc exclaims, turning around when he hears you struggling against the man as he basically drags you inside.

marc yelled at him to stop, knowing nothing could be changed as you were almost shoved inside while two doctors inside helped him with leading you to one of the waiting rooms.

“nonono- she’s not- she’s not crazy!” marc shouts, while you’re held down on a table and your stuff put in another room for testing while the man just signs a piece of paper and leaves.

“stop. stop it!” he yells at them, running a hand through his hair as a bracelet is wrapped around your wrist and a needle inserted into your neck as you slowly stop moving all together.

marc feels a tear make it’s way down his face, and he didn’t even bother to wipe it away while watching you be wheeled away on the bed.

and just as he started to follow you, another flash.

~~~

you felt tears running down your face as you saw yourself in another new room, except it wasn’t too new at all.

it took to a second to realize where you were though since you couldn’t get a certain image out of your mind.

marc’s mother smacked him around and beat him with a belt without even blinking.

you really wished you could go back in time and stop it.

“what? she’s not crazy” someone says, and you register it as steven as you come back to reality while wiping tears from your face.

“no- i don’t mean crazy i just mean.. a bit out of it”

“no you mean crazy” steven defends and you scoff, listening in better to try and figure out when this was.

“it was just one dinner anyways, it’s not like she’ll voluntarily come over again” marc says to steven, which makes some of your guilt for him fade into rage.

“you never know, marc” steven starts. “you heard her, she doesn’t have anybody so i was thinking-“

“we can’t, steven you have to understand that, buddy” marc begins. “we barely have time to sleep let alone take care of some problem child”

“she wasn’t a problem when you were joking around with her at supper” steven snaps at him while all that guilt disappeared as you grit your teeth.

“because it was a one time thing-“

“it was not! i can guarantee that she will at least talk to us maybe- she needs support she’s all alone!” steven exclaims and you leave the room, slamming the door, not wanting to hear more.

but it seems that the world doesn’t want you to get away from him, since another memory was happening right outside the hallway.

“what’s wrong mate, you’ve been acting weird all day” steven says in a hushed voice.

“..i feel bad”

“about what?”

“the kid a couple doors down. i.. i really shouldn’t have talked shit when we first met her” he starts and you scoff.

“i’ve had a couple weeks to think about it- and seeing her beat up like that really made it click”

“that’s what i tried to tell you, mate. she really doesn’t have anyone else” steven says softly and all that anger turned back to guilt.

“she really doesn’t” marc shakes his head. “so she can have us then”

stevens face seemed to light up at that.

“are you saying-“

“yes. we can play hero for the kid until she gets adopted or whatever” marc waved him off.

“you’ve grown attached, hm?”

“no- i just-“

“oh you so did”

“no i didn’t- she just-“

“she needs support, like i said and you’re completely willing to give it to her” steven smiles, and you see a hint of a smile on marc’s face too.

that makes you start to smile as well as the world around you started fading to black.

~~~

marc saw you picking at the bracelet as someone signed sheets in front of you.

the date on the computer was a year later than it was in the last memory, making it clear that you’d been in an insane asylum for almost a whole year.

your eyes were even more sunken than before and you had such a distant look in your eyes, it made his stomach twist when nobody payed mind to it.

“you’re free to go, miss y/l/n” the man at the front desk says and you nod slowly, taking your backpack and hugging it to your chest.

marc followed as you slowly made your way down the street, and to the apartment building you were supposed to go to.

“our apartment building” marc observed.

“it’s y/n y/l/n, right?” the doorman said, and you nodded, letting him lead you up the stairs.

when marc was about to follow you again, everything started fading away, leaving him in the dark.

~~~

you awoke with a jolt, throwing yourself off of marc as he seemed to wake up at the exact same time about as shaken up as you were.

you stared at each other for a second before you reached behind you and grabbed a throw pillow and started smacking marc in the face with it.

he shielded himself and took it from you, tossing it to the side and waking jake in the process.

“what the hell?” he asks and you scoff.

“what the hell? really? you thought i was crazy! you- you said i was a problem” you accused him and he makes a confused face.

“i did not” he grits out and you stand up from your spot to go in your room, steven walking out to see what all the commotion was about.

“what-“ he’s interrupted by your door slamming shut.

“have i ever called her a problem?” marc asks both steven and jake and they both exchange looks before looking back to marc.

“you called her a problem while when we first met her” steven suggests and marc freezes.

“i saw her memories” he starts. “like when we were being judged”

“oh lord- do you think…” steven trails off.

“i think so” jake nods.

marc’s sighs and looks towards your door.

“well shit”

~~~

A/N : ooh angsty cliff hanger :0 i wonder what will happen :0 i hope everything turns out okay :0 anyways thanks all of you for the support, i’ll see you all in a couple days i hope you liked it :) <3

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