#theres been cracks in the foundation

[fabled-fiction]

Cute but Deadly

(Hobie Brown x Venom!Emo!Reader)

Summary: When Miles, Gwen, Pavitr and Hobie get stranded on a random Earth, they gain help from an unexpected source...who just so happens to be Hobie’s partner.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Use of (Y/N)

A/N: This is like, half an exposition on you as venom and half the group getting a GLIMPSE into you and Hobie’s relationship. TBH Ill probably write another venom!reader ;)

It was like a slingshot.

One moment they’re gracefully gliding through the interdimensional tube, a cascade of colors filling their senses.

And the next they’re spit out into whatever tear had happened, ripped from the smooth joyride into an awfully painful exit.

A ringing filled all their ears as they slid down the wet concrete wall they had crashed into, all of them leaving a sizable dent and growing cracks in the foundation that would surely become a much bigger problem in the morning.

Slowly standing up, Miles stretched and reached to rub the back of his neck. His next priority was to hold his hand out for Gwen to take as he helped her up. A loud groaning noise came from Pavitr as he stood and stretched his back, a few cracks popping as is arched.

“Oh god, what happened?”

Collecting their senses, they were finally able to assess their situation.

The first real big problem that caught their attention was that they were NOT on the Earth they had set onto their watches,

The second (and more pressing) being that all their watches were glitching out.

“Uhh…I think we hit one of those tears that Lyla was talking about.” Gwen groaned as she smacked her watch.

Oh yea, they had definitely hit a tear. An unfortunate circumstance that had happened due to one of the villains they were bringing back having been a little too rowdy, causing the tubes they used to travel to be all torn up and out of shape. Luckily Lyla had fixed most of them, but there were a few she had yet to patch up (code and physical wise). They must have taken one of those broken routes from Hobie’s Earth to get to HQ.

Miles had listened to all about ten seconds of that speech…and had unfortunately missed out on the protocol they all had to follow in order to get back safely.

By the looks on everyone else’s faces, they hadn’t bothered to pay attention either.

So here they were, abandoned in a random dimension’s alley way, with no where to go.

“Well, we must be on SOME Spider’s Earth, let’s just figure out whos! Theres a fifty fifty chance they have a watch that can easily zip us back to HQ!”

Fortunately they had Pav’s optimism on their side at least.

Walking next to Gwen on the sidewalk, looking for any type of newspaper or phone booth to narrow down their search Miles took in the state of this Earth.

Even though it was night time, it was much darker than any other Earth they had been on so far. The rain almost looked black, and the puddles on the ground had a eerie viscosity to them. They stuck to his shoe with every lift, and he could feel them run down his spine and into his suit.

Watching Gwen pull up her hood made his suspicions confirmed that this was one of the more creepy Earth’s they had been on. The color palette alone made him almost think it was Noir’s…but offset colors that rimmed the street lights told him otherwise.

He thought the scream that came from the alley way was his for a moment.

His senses were shooting off a lighting speed.

Both him and Gwen shot their heads to look down, and the sight they saw almost made him want to give up the search.

What looked to be a civilian was grabbed by back tendrils that had shot out from the wall, dragging them around the corner. Their fingers gripped the corner of the brick wall with all their might, and had they not been caught off guard they might have been able to get a better grip.

Damn Gwen for being so brave, leaping into action.

Tripping over his own feet, Miles barely had time to catch up with her as she swung around the corner. Flinging his own web forward, he ran across the wall and quickly skidded around the corner.

It felt like all light in the alleyway was getting sucked in by this…being. It stood above the man, being practically almost twice his height. It’s jaw was unhinged, showing off its multiple rows of teeth but that's not what made all their hairs stand on the back of Mile’s neck.

A bright pink tongue was reaching down and unwrapping around from around his throat, taking a long lick from across his face.

“It’s always the most cowardly that have the most delectable fear.”

That voice, with a bass so low Mile’s swore it made the loose gravel on the ground vibrate, sent a pang into his stomach.

“Oh crap…not a Venom.” Gwen whispered, running a hand down her face.

“A venom?! What..what's a Venom? How do you know that's a Venom?”

“It's a villain of Spiderman…theres a possibility that the Spider we’re looking for is currently possessed…or that it’s taken it’s other host on this Earth. Either way, we have to take it down.”

“WE? Whos We? Why dont WE just wait for Hobie and Pav…we fix our watched AWAY from that and…and then come back! Preferably with someone bigger…like Miguel..or Peni!”

The deadpanned look on Gwen’s face…he could feel it from behind her mask as she watched him fumble over his words. Pulling his own mask down, he watched as Gwen shot a web at the Venom’s side. It barely wrapped their bicep as she pulled, trying to grab their attention away from the civilian. It works, making them BARELY side step. They were caught of guard though, dropping the civilian as they looked in their direction. The squint of its white pupil’s that were shaped similar to the ones on their mask made Mile audibly gulp as he went invisible.

Flipping around them, he helped the civilian up and pushed them out quickly before returning to the scene of the fight.

Gwen was mostly playing a game of cat and mouse, shooting her webs and bringing the Venom closer to her but flipping away before they could grab her.

The Venom looked confused, physically tilting their head as Gwen quickly flipped back.

It happened in slow mo, but also too quick for Miles to react in time.

Venom had reached out and grabbed Gwen by her ankle. Flipping her around, they held her against the wall. Miles watched as small black vine-like tendrils leaked off their hand to hold Gwen in place on the wall.

“Hmm, you smell and look like a Spider but you don’t smell like mine…who are you?”

Feeling a hand keep Miles from springing into action, he watched as Hobie held a finger to his lips as he walked forward…with his hands in his pocket. How was he so chill about this?!

Looking over at Pav, he was baffled that all he had on was a giddy smile.

Hobie slowly walked up to the Venom, not even making himself known. All he did was lean against the nearby wall and cross his legs before calling out.

“Babes, would you put my friend down?”

The Venom takes half a beat to itself before turning their head to look over their shoulder.

A large, spine chilling smile spread across the inky face before their hand dropped Gwen. As they began to take large strides towards Hobie, their frame started to shrink into itself. Like if spilled ink could put itself back into it’s bottle, Miles watches as the once towering creature transformed into…a completely normal looking person.

Well, a completely “normal” person in all black clothing and painted black eyes with eyeliner extending onto their cheekbones. The eyeshadow surrounding their eyes glittering and making said eyes light up like their smile as they dropped into Hobie’s arms.

So much was happening right now it was making Mile’s head spin.

They wrapped their arms around Hobie’s neck, leaning back as they stared into his eyes. He placed his hands on their hips, rubbing circles into them as they leaned forward to take Hobie’s breath from him. It was like they were in their own little world as Hobie leaned forward into the touch of the walking void. Their hands found a way to hold his face, thumbs running over his cheeks before pulling away. Like they had remembered they were regrettably not in their own world together as they wiped their makeup off his lips. His face chased theirs for a moment, before they turned their head to look over at Miles and Pav.

Eyes that had looked at Hobie with such warmth were cold as they looked at them, chilling the ground they stood on and making it feel as if their limbs were freezing in place.

“They’re friends babe…go on introduce yourself.”

Not leaving his side, Miles watched as they held a hand up.

“I’m (Y/N)...”

Your voice wasn’t as deep or menacing as it was before which calmed Miles, but the lingering gravel still put him on edge. Gwen and Miles both awkwardly waved while Pavitr shot forward and grabbed their hand, shaking it rather quickly.

“Im Pavitr! I've heard all about you from Hobie, it's a pleasure to finally meet you!”

That made another, more condescending smile break out on their black painted lips as they veered a look over to Hobie (all whilst Pav was still shaking their hand).

“Oh really? And what has he said?”

Pushing Pav away from you, he turned you to face him. His hands resting on your shoulders, one hand coming to prop your chin up to look at him. Just like that he had gained your full attention. The softened look that graced your face made Miles almost forget that you had a man halfway in between your teeth when he had turned the alley.

“Let's get back to the problem at hand yea? We need to stay at your place tonight…fix up our watches.”

Hobie held up his wrist that held the watch, and watched as you took his wrist and stared at it. Your touch ginger with him…

“I suppose I can help you with that. C’mon, my place is this way.”

Lifting his arm off their shoulder, Miles watched as you launched yourself up into the air and landed on the rooftop. All four of them craned their necks upward, but Pavitr was the first to follow after.

“Dude, you’re dating a Venom?!” Gwen yelled out as she followed behind him in a swing.

“What of it?”

“Uhhh they’re a Venom? Thats whats of it?? When were you gonna tell us?”

“I like to let things happen naturally.”

That earned a scoff from Gwen as she swung in front of him and crossed her arms.

“No you don’t.”

Hobie smirked, “You’re right, I don’t.”

(Y/N) was right in their place being close by. As they landed on the side of a building, Miles watched as their hand turned an inky black and grew as they forced their lock open.

He wasn’t entirely sure what he expected your apartment to look like. From the way Gwen talked about Venom’s he expected an ooey gooey evil lair with skeletons strunge up in cacoons.

It was a perfectly normally, lived in looking apartment with some posters hung up on the walls and fairy lights helping to fill the apartment with light alongside some retro looking skull lamps. The overhead fixture looked like it hadnt been turned on in months based on the amount of dust that had collected on it.

Wait…was that Hobie’s missing vest hanging off the side of the couch?

“I have a spare room you guys can sleep in, and the couch pulls out.”

You quickly walked over and picked up the entire pile of clothes, walking over to what he could only assume was your bedroom door and kick it open. Quickly throwing them in, you slammed the door shut and turned to everyone.

“Watches please.”

Holding out a small basket, each one of them dropped their watch into the basket. You quickly look over each one, and nodded before pulling our laptop out of the couch cushion and flipping it up.

“Whos hungry?” Hobie clapped his hands together before turning and welcoming himself into your kitchen. With a roll of your eyes, you began typing on your laptop.

Miles slowly made his way over to the now laundryless spot next to you and watched as miles of code scanned over your screen. You had only pressed a few buttons, but now you were just watching as it ran. He also noticed how Hobie’s once broken watch as now rebooting itself.

“Is that…Society code?”

You moved quietly like a cat, he hadn’t even noticed that you had turned your head. The chipped black nail that had found itself wedged between your teeth reached to turn the screen towards him.

“Does it look like Society code?”

“...Yea.”

“Then it looks like Spider Society code.”

Miles nodded, patting both his hands on his knees before looking at you again. Your stone cold stare having not left him.

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Shoot.”

“Do you like…actually eat people?”

That made you blink at him, before looking away with a smirk which did not comfort Miles any more about the fact that he was staying here the night.

Standing up, you walked into the kitchen to see Hobie, Pavitr and Gwen standing around the counter eating what was left of whatever chinese leftovers were in your fridge.

Wedging yourself to lean against the counter that just so happened to be between Hobie’s legs you looked at the three of them.

“Your watches code should all be fixed in the morning.”

Reaching behind you, your hand grabbed the carton that Hobie was holding and you started to shovel it into your mouth as his hands found your hips again. His hand occasionally reached to take the chopsticks from you to steal a bite.

After finishing the carton, you placed it on your counter and stretched your arms up. Since they had interrupted your…lets call it patrol you’d actually be able to get a good nights rest.

Well mostly because Hobie had interrupted.

Pushing yourself off the counter, you walked back into the living room to see Miles plugging the second watch in gingerly. It made you smile a little, and let a huff of air out of your nostrils. He was nice and fun to mess with, you’d have to ask Hobie to bring him over some time again.

Opening your coat slash storage slash shoe closet, you pulled out multiple blankets and tossed them at him. Hearing him yelp out and tumble over the side of the couch, you watched as Gwen ran over to help him out.

“See you in the morning losers.”

Opening you bedroom door, you hand absentmindedly reached back to grab Hobie by the collar of his shirt and pull him into your room.

Stumbling in behind you, you watched as Hobie quickly recovered and turned around to look at you as you slammed the door shut and leaned against it.

“I think your friends are scared of me.”

Feeling his warm hand grasp your chin you smiled up at him as his thumb ran across your bottom lip, smudging your makeup in the process.

His face got incredibly close to yours, so close in fact you could hear how fast his heart was beating as he caged you in. Lips hovering over yours, you felt a ghost of a kiss as he placed a hand next to your head.

“Good.”

—

Miles swears he had never slept as good as he did last night ever in his life. Despite the fact that he crashed on a suspected man-eater’s couch.

All four watches on the table were blinking green, signaling that they were good to go.

“Sleep aight?”

Looking over, he saw Hobie leaning against the wall with a cuppa in his hand sipping it slowly. He had a smug smirk on his face as he looked at Miles, taking an obnoxious sip from his cup, like he was waiting for him to realize something. With a squint, and a rub of his eyes Miles felt his eyes pop open just a little wider than before.

“Is that (Y/N)’s shirt?”

[rue-bennett]

there are some really basic problems with the barbie movie as a whole starting with her character specifically. side note I am very tired rn

barbie is afraid of cellulite and of not being pretty? why? because barbie is supposed to be perfect? how does she determine what flaws or imperfections are especially since barbieland is so diverse? if the criticism is about a woman's value in a patriarchal society being determined by their appearance why does this affect Barbie who exists in a matriarchy? that would imply that the patriarchy was in barbieland from the very beginning and is baked into the very concept of barbie herself? wish we could have explored that *shrug*

also barbieland isn't a utopia, its a matriarchy in which the kens are forgotten and ignored and exist as props to support barbie. kens taking over with the patriarchy is more akin to misandry overtaking the patriarchy irl, and by the end it returns to the status quo. it undercuts its own message by framing the return to barbieland as a victory over the patriarchy which it isn't, because the dismantling of the patriarchy is about breaking down societal barriers and expectations which ultimately harm everyone, men included. they made a joke alluding to this but being aware of your own writing flaws doesn't make them go away.

a big problem is also her whole character arc? we dont know where her fear of being imperfect come from or what drives her? what is it like to be a barbie, how does it limit her or confine her and what does becoming a real person offer her? barbie gained more complex emotions through Gloria (America), but ken didn't? and he had an existential crisis too? which means that barbies and kens are capable of emotional complexity without being human or being influenced by a human. why can ken have an existential crisis all on his own. It wasn't because he absorbed it from the human world because ken felt that way all along his experiences of feeling valued and powerful for the first time through the patriarchy is just what cracked him.

I know it was supposed to be about her becoming a more complex and embracing humanity and the beauty of being real, but you cant do that without showing her gain a deeper appreciation for that in the real world and showing how barbieland doesn't meet her needs anymore. there were a couple montages and that one scene on the bench that were foreshadowing but other than that nothing showed how barbie had been changed by her experiences. if her motivation was that as barbie she would always be static and incapable of change or experiencing the world they should have shown that but they didnt and they dont even show how being barbie limits her.

her arc was about the messiness and ugliness of being human is beautiful and worthwhile it just wasn't shown well because we would need to know why she has this fear in the first place and what drives her into turning her back on her whole foundational sense of self. I dont think the moments she had were enough.

how am I supposed to think that barbies character arc about accepting the beauty of humanity, of being imperfect if I dont even know why she feels so much pressure to be perfect. people are being incredibly generous with their interpretation of the movie and are adding a lot of nuance the movie does not provide because as far as the movie tells us barbie wants to be perfect because shes barbie and shes barbie because she's perfect. that is something that needs to be unpacked. how can margot give a nuanced performance about a doll becoming human when her arc is a few sentimental moments tied together by a shoestring.

theres also the fact that within her own movie she never acts only reacts. kens character arc drives almost the entire story. barbie goes through an existential crisis because of glorias character, kens character arc is entirely internally motivated.

The same with Gloria. Shes barely a character, just a plot device and a mouthpiece for giving the big speech at the end of the film. Why is she depressed and having an existential crisis? because shes a woman and her daughters growing up? what does she do to resolve that? gee whiz I wish we had gotten a comprehensive story arc to unpack that. gloria was a bland character and the performance wasn't anything remarkable because it didnt require anything remarkable.

I would have been so down for getting an acting nom for margot especially, but how can you even give a nuanced performance if the character is so poorly written and it sucks because there are a couple easy fixes to massively improve her entire character and streamline the movie. (I can get into that but I dont have the energy tonight).

one of the easiest ways to show how poor the writing is that they had the mattel team visit barbieland and it had zero point. like zero relevance, gloria told them her idea for a quick gag but it was a pointless plot point. them showing the team irl wasn't written very well but it was an important thematic and comedic moment but after her escape, their presence added nothing to the plot or message and it wasn't that funny.

its completely ridiculous to blame the patriarchy for ken being more popular or acknowledged over barbie when the MOVIE also gave more importance to his character. him choosing to pursue barbie is integral to the rest of the plot happening, his choice is what kickstarts the entire movie. the climax of the movie is the climax of his character arc HE GOT A MUSICAL NUMBER.

if people are going to be mad about the academy passing over women in favour of men the call is coming from inside the house my friend because it started with the move itself.

Okay these are some veryyy interesting points I’m gonna have to digest and I don’t have much to add. I think that the marketing of it and some aspects of the writing being very feminist-forward are doing heavy lifting in getting the audience to suspend its disbelief at some of the contradictory aspects of the movie itself and some plot holes, because, it’s a fantasy idk. The 4th to last paragraph in particular, I AGREE. Hell I wish she’d been nommed but it isn’t a crime against women either.

#asks #long post #mineandralos

[renslo161605]

Comic stuff again lol

So as I've probably mentioned alot, I've got prelims and exams this year, (some countries call them mocks?) and this year is like- my foundation grades, the grades i get this year will determine whether i pass highschool with the standard type of grades everyone mostly has in Scotland.

(not to say people who don't have them are lesser, ofcoarse not, but for jobs i want, and the general average population all do. At the same time school isn't for everyone yk?)

But basically we're studying for that, really cracking down, and I've been really burnt out from my last prelims and I've got another one to do, then exams start in april. I'll probably post another comic part before exams start, then another before summer (hopefully!)

After that it'll be chapter 2, (yes theres chapters)

If I'm being 100% completely honest I'm sick of chapter 1, i don't like drawing dermot, i don't likw drawing the crowd of O'Driscolls, my overall style and brushes have changed since i started it and asmuch as i love the wee story i made, I'm getting sick of emo teenager Isaac.

In chapter 2 I'll adapt it more to my style, the quality should be better and i think overall it's more interesting? Isaacs older, and he's trying his best to stay out of trouble, while supporting his family (yeah i gave him a gf hehe)

Yah js an update i feel like I've abandoned tumblr and i literally love posting on here everyones so nice

Hopefully not long, cyu guys B))

#ren rambles #isaac morgan #comics

[vaxxy-the-raven]

sometimes i feel like a child stuck in an adult's body and it genuinely pisses me off

i was failed so much growing up and now I feel like theres nothing that can be done to fix the cracks and breaks in my foundation, to mould and mature me into a real person

i feel so fake and unreal, like im not actually person, sometimes

im aware im not on the same level as other adults mentally, that i probably never will be

i get treated like a kid a lot now that i am an adult, tho i was never treated as kid when i was a kid - or when i was a teen

i wasn't given boundaries, i wasn't taught how to look after myself, i wasn't taught how to socialise or make friends, i wasn't taught to how see and recognise red flags or otherwise toxic behaviour

i was taught to stay quiet and ignore my feelings, i was taught to hate and be angry, i was taught to ignore problems until they can't be ignored anymore

and as a result of this ive been hurt time and time again by the same type of awful people

today marks the first day in over a year where im free, finally fully free, of one of those said horrible & abusive people

and im terrified and feel lost

i feel like ive done something wrong by ensuring they can never hurt me again

that cant be right - can it?

he made me feel so small and weak and useless, like i needed him to take care of me - but he didn't take care of me at all

and my current partner is the sweetest guy ever, is trying to help me figure shit out and move on in my own time, but i feel like im holding him back

like im weighing him down with all of my baggage and shit

he says im not, says hed go to hell and claw his way back for me if it were made necessary

and i appreciate that

but ive also been taught to hate myself and see myself as the weird annoying one that people just cant like, im too different minded and immature - or, confusingly, too mature???

i wonder if we should take a break to sort shit out, i fear he will say yes and disappear (he probably wont, not this one) but i worry im hurting him without intending to

im just so tired and scared

and it's not helping the intrusive thoughts one bit

but today is supposed to be a good day & i want it to be one

i think I need breakfast

#vent #cw child neglect #cw implied abuse #cw intrusive thoughts #im so tired

[botanical-feverdream]

[img id: a red flower, persistently growing out of a crack in the foundation of a building's exterior]

Even in the city, life finds a way

oh..... that is gorgeous.... Ive not been in a city city for... a bit now.... even when theres less plants around... hearing all the people moving around like chaotic ants.... its lovely...

#qna #bitterxrange

[causeimanartist]

Logan fans how we doing

Because I’m feeling vindication

#sanders sides #logan sanders #ts spoilers #sanders sides spoilers #my art #causeimanartist #wip #HIS ARC IS NEAR #HIS ISSUES OF NOT BEING LISTENED TO ARE FINALLY BEING ADDRESSED #ORANGE GLOW EYES????? #I’m so excited #I never thought this day would come #‘Rome didn’t fall in a day’ #‘that’s a misrepresentation’ #logic is Rome and no he isn’t falling in a single day - it’s a collapse that has been foreseen #theres been cracks in the foundation #the fall is coming

[shoot-the-oneshot]

Hey, I hoped you could do the prompt “You have no right to look this cute” with Evan “Buck” Buckley from 9-1-1. I’m ok with any type of storyline just fen reader plz.

Hope your doing well, have a nice day :)

Hi! I’m doing very well thank you!! This one isn’t as detailed as I’d want but I started writing at 3am so this is what we get. Hope you like it!!!

Evan Buckley x Reader

you loved buck you really did, and you hated lying to him but as youre trying to explain to your sister in law sometimes a little lie is necessary sometimes.

"i really think youre making a big deal out of this" you explained, tiptoing past the crew trying to go as unnoticed as possible. "oh and thats why you havent told Evan, because its not a big deal?" you could feel Maddies smug look even over the phone, taking a quick peek back to your husband whos laughing with the crew, you think you’ve slipped by them untill Chimny shoots you a unimpressed look through the tiny crack in the door. "did you tell Chimny?!" you quietly yelled through the phone as you shut the door before buck gets suspicious. "i had to how else was i supposed to explain staying at your appartment without him thinking im having an affair?'" you balked, you saw her point but still, girl code. "you need to tell him soon i feel like im looking after two kids now." Before you could rebuttle you heard buck call your name, scrambling a goodbye to Maddie before walking calmly to the main room, or attempting to at least. taking your normal spot next to your husband. "Y/N tell them that the foundation to a healthy marriage like ours is honesty and trust." he says throwing an arm over your shoulder pulling you tighter against him brushing a kiss against your temple. not noticing your nervous laugh, "And why am i telling them?"

''Uhh, he's marring my sister i kinda want to give him all the advice i can"

you hummed shooting a look at Chimny who is enjoying your struggle from the opposite couch. "Right yeah just be open." you drawled out, picking at your nails, luckily for you Even has no problem filling the silence as he continued to talk all about how close you to are and how great your marrige is. "im telling you theres nothing about her i don't know" Evan boast at the same time you squealed out "i've been lying to you!" Buck looks down at you a mixture of hurt and confusion flashing over his face. "About what?" "we have a kid." at that Buck moved to sit straighter and turn to face you.

"Y/N i think i'd know if we have a kid?'' you could hear Hen question Chimny as he chuckels at the scene unfolding before him. you shake your head pulling your phone from your pocket scrolling through the pictures untill you find one, turning the phone to Evan. who immediately takes it from you for a closer look. "show me right now!" and thats how you ended up riding in the engine to your shared apartment.

"Now before you get mad, i just had to bring him home and i didnt know what you would say!” You practically begged, slowly unlocking the door and stepping in, the crew following close behind, Chimny going straight to Maddie when she came to see who walked in, Thinking you and buck wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.

“Phoenix!” You whistle until you heard his little pitter patter across the floor. Reaching down to pick up the bright orange kitten.

“Buck, this is Phoenix, I found him in an alley after a call one day and couldn’t just leave him.” You cuddled him to your chest walking over to Buck, whos hand comes up to pet the kittens head. A smile coming across his face. “Why didn’t you tell me I would’ve said yes? He asked taking the kitten for himself, something about your man holding a tiny kitty was to die for. Shrugging your shoulders, leaning your head on his arm, “you know you have no right looking this cute” you laugh as he talked to Phoenix. “So does this mean I can go back home?” Maddie asked from behind you both. “Yeah sis we got it from here” buck said looking at his tiny family but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

#evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #9 1 1 imagine #911 x reader #buck x reader #evan buckley fanfic

[passionesolja]

My Kenobi Predictions

The first episode will be 5/10, maybe 5.3/10, but will have a bunch of references and callbacks so y’all will be so hyped up off stan brain that y’all won’t see the flaws in the foundation of the show. Y’all will be like “THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!!!!!!” Even though it ain’t that great and lacks substance. Y’all will be blinded by hype and seeing the RoTS cast again to see the cracks. Either in this episode or the next, young Luke Skywalker will be thrown in the mix. He will say “hello there” and y’all will lose your minds.

There will be plenty of references to most series y’all like but nothing more will come from these and they will serve no use for the story.

The second episode will be a bit more tame, maybe they’ll throw in a random character to distract y’all or give y’all some dangling key references that break lore but distract y’all. However, a sense of “damn this isn’t really as good as I envisioned it” will stir.

By the third episode, there will be some hinting at some conflict between Vader and Kenobi as a finale and y’all will get hyped again for it. Ignoring all the retconning and inconsistencies. There will be a TCW reference and y’all will love it. The shows plot will have taken some needless detour even tho it’s theres like under 12 or so episodes. The issues will become more glaring but most of y’all will ignore it out of hype.

The fourth episode will come around and some misstep that was always there or just ignored will happen and y’all will start to snap out of it. Y’all will slowly begin to notice all the flaws in the show and it’ll either be forgotten or despised.

They’ll go on some generic adventure, make some generic quips, and characters will leave tatooine for no reason.

Important factors of RoTS will be retconned so both AHN and RoTS aren’t even as valuable.

Kenobi and Vader will fight. Who knows If it’ll be by dream by not.

Grogu will appear in the show and overshadow every other character. Grogu and Luke may meet in the show, making it make less sense as to why Luke was shocked to meet Yoda.

If there’s not a Grogu type creature for marketing, there will be a droid maybe.

Darth Sidious will be in it but super lame and lacking all swag.

That’s a basic gist. I’m no mindreader but this is how every other SW show has been there.

Expect a lot of worthless reference baiting and retcons so bad that they change the fabric of GL’s visions for the movies.

Kenobi will be either forgotten like TBB, turned on by everyone then forgotten like TBoBF was. We may even see a Solo level flop that stops all the other SW shows coming up from dropping.

Kenobi’s downfall will be that it lacks substance and tries too hard to appeal to everyone thus alienating all viewers but a select few who stan a character like Unnamed Twilik Jedi or some bullshit.

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[bonjour-rainycity]

Double Heart | Chapter Nine ~ Cosima

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Pairing: Haldir x OFC

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3476

Warnings: None

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A/n Sorry this was a little late! Happy reading :)

Translations: Mae govannen = well met! // Meleth nîn = my love

Two weeks after I woke in this strange world, we reach Imladris.

When Haldir tells me that the sparkling city in the valley is our destination, I can scarcely believe him. After endless days and nights riding through open country, to finally reach civilization, even if it’s not the civilization I’m used to, is so welcome I nearly cry with relief.

Four men on horseback race up the slope of the mountains to meet us. They wear heavy armor—more than what Haldir and the others wear—and carry tall spears. Their leader, fierce though he seems, takes my breath away. Even from here, I can see his face because it reflects an ethereal glow. His hair, which has to be spun gold, flows long down the back of his horse and glints in the sun. Whoever he is, he is no mere man.

“Elrond’s patrols,” I question, remembering someone mentioning them earlier.

“Yes,” Haldir responds, and I can hear a grin in his voice. “We have reached their outer borders. Congratulations, Cosima.” He twists to offer me a proud smile. “You have completed your first journey.”

I swallow, unable to keep myself from smiling back. Haldir can be so stoic at times that praise from him is completely unexpected. Warmth spreads through my chest.

The riders come to a halt in front of us and the one I assume to be their leader dismounts, striding confidently in our direction. Haldir slides off Faervel, approaching in a similar fashion. I take the horse’s reins in my hands, stroking his back affectionately. The horses’ height doesn’t bother me anymore and I’ve become much more confident in riding them in the past two weeks.

“Mae govannen, Haldir o Lórien!”

“Glorfindel.” Haldir clasps the man’s elbow jubilantly. They converse in that language I haven’t heard since I arrived — the others have been speaking solely in English for my and Alex’s benefit — and it’s jarring to hear the unfamiliar sounds. It serves as a reminder that, though I have allowed myself to become comfortable here, too comfortable, maybe, this is not my world. This is somewhere different.

Haldir turns over his shoulder and extends a hand in my direction. I catch my name and Alexander’s among the strange syllables and offer the man—Glorfindel, Haldir called him—a smile in greeting. He approaches, stunning golden hair shining in the light of the sunset, and bows elegantly. A laugh bubbles from my throat—startled by the action. Vaguely, I remember Rumil bowing to me when we first met. Whereas his motivation had been to make a joke, Glorfindel seems totally genuine, the gesture one of respect and welcome. He performs the same movement for Alex.

“Welcome, lost humans and my elven friends. Come, I shall keep you waiting no longer. Elrond is eager to see you and I am sure you are equally ready for proper food and a full night’s rest.” With that, he strides back to his horse and mounts.

I scoot higher on Faervel’s back to give Haldir room and hand him the reins. The horses must sense how close we are to extended rest, because they race faster than they did the entire journey. Despite my new skill, I have to grip Haldir extra tight to make up for the frantic pace and only being able to use one arm. Though the mountain slope is steep and the city surely has to be miles away, we arrive in less than an hour.

Streams of blue and white cascade above us, falling every way I turn and crashing down below. The air smells impossibly sweet and fresh — perhaps due to the flowers that bloom all around. The rays from the sinking sun, brilliant orange and gold, mingle with the water in the falls and, just as Haldir promised, send gently curving rainbows over our path. I let out a breath, completely stunned.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Haldir’s voice holds a reverence I’ve never heard before, but it is aptly placed. I could not fathom regarding this city with anything less than the utmost respect and admiration.

“I’ve never seen anything like it. Even in my homeworld, I—” I blink, unable to comprehend the etherial nature of my surroundings. “I would have remembered it. This…”

“I know.” Theres a soft, almost vulnerable quality to his voice that caresses the phrase. I can imagine his eyes are alight like mine, taking in the splendor of the city even though he’s seen it many times before. I’d wager this is a sight one never gets used to.

Glorfindel pulls his horse to a stop before an arching, narrow bridge.

Oh no.

I suck in a sharp breath, gripping onto Haldir with both my injured and uninjured arm. My wound stings, but it is preferable to suffer this momentary pain than to loosen my grip and go plummeting off the edge.

Haldir chuckles, the vibrations rumbling deep in his chest. “The bridge is only the beginning. Look ahead—part of the main city is suspended on pillars.”

My stomach churns and I feel my heart race. By the way my arms constrict around him, Haldir seems to figure out that he has not employed the wisest strategy. His voice softens and he squeezes my hand like he did earlier, after the attack. “Faervel knows the way. Neither he nor I will let you fall.”

I take a deep breath. It’s either the bridge and the safety of Imladris or the orc-infested mountains. And, I suppose, Haldir has gotten us this far. Minor injuries aside, we survived a heavily out-numbered attack relatively unscathed. I trusted him then and I can trust him now. “Fine.”

He chuckles again but makes a big show of lining Faervel up with what will be the middle of the bridge. I resist the urge to elbow him in the ribs — armor covers them anyway. It would hurt me more than it would him.  

Glorfindel calls out in that language again, then directs his horse onto the bridge. The three other mounted guards follow. Then, so gently I barely register the change, Faervel steps from the lush grass to the stone of the bridge. Water roars and tosses below us, drowning out any words the others might say. And drowning you if Faervel doesn’t keep straight. That is, if the impact doesn’t kill you first. I fight the urge to whimper and keep my eyes locked straight ahead. Almost to the end.

The bridge is mercifully short and soon we are on much surer foundations, having crossed into the city. While the water still cascades around us, its noise has subsided, almost like it’s been muted. In its place, soft, lyrical music fills the air. Harps. Once we are far from the bridge, I look around. The buildings are made of stone yet seem a natural part of the valley. Chains of flowers spill from every archway, peek between small cracks in the stone, weave into the intricate designs in the masonry. Trees, the same ones that welcomed us at the border, make a home in the city, growing where they wish — even if that means rising alongside a fabricated pillar.

Haldir speaks softly, hesitantly, almost like he doesn’t want to interrupt my exploration of the city. “Is it worth the bridge?”

I realize we’ve come to a stop in front of a large dais backed by a constant stream of blue and frothy white. It’s like we’re in the waterfall. “Definitely,” I exhale. Though, I have no desire to cross that bridge again any time soon.

A tall man steps onto the dais. His face is kind and, though the edges of his mouth and forehead are lined with creases, he could be any age. He seems altogether outside of time. His eyes hold wisdom, more than I could ever hope to collect, and I know this must be the Elrond my friends talked about. He could be no other.

He spreads his hands and smiles warmly. “Welcome. Our friends from Lothlórien and the humans who accompany them, welcome to Imladris. We have dinner prepared for you. Leave your horses with the guards — they will be well cared for.”

I believe him. He could probably tell me the sky is green or Faervel is a mouse and I wouldn’t question it.

And if he told you that you’re in a different world?

I gulp and push the weighted thought away.

Haldir swings his left leg to meet his right and slides off Faervel’s back. As always, he keeps a gentle hold on me until my feet are securely on the ground, then clasps his hands behind his back in his most favored stance.

I peek behind me to locate Alexander. He shifts from foot to foot and darts his eyes suspiciously around the room. With his short hair, lanky stature, and clear discomfort, he looks so out of place here. With a start, I realize that I must, too. Though the physical differences are certainly apparent, there’s just something about these men…an otherworldliness I had somehow gotten used to during our journey. But here, in this unreal city surrounded by others who are so clearly not men…For the first time, I truly, honestly consider that they might not be human.

Rumil appears on my right side, practically beaming with excitement. “What do you think?”

I exhale on shaky breath, my recent realization having left me feeling a little lightheaded. “I think it’s a lot to take in. It’s gorgeous, though.”

At my left, Haldir eyes me curiously. He heard my reaction upon reaching Imladris and is probably wondering why I’m downplaying it to Rumil. Truth be told, I just don’t have the energy to take much more this evening. A good meal and sleep will hopefully help.

“Orophin!”

I tilt my head around Rumil to find the source of the delighted shriek and find myself staring at the most enchanting woman I’ve ever seen.

Her hair, coiled and dark, tumbles down her back in tight curls, brushing the back of her legs. Her espresso skin shines in the nearly-faded light, almost as if it has a luminescence of its own — perhaps a result of the joy that radiates from her. She wears a long, ruby-colored gown that sweeps gently over the stairs as she practically throws herself down them, sprinting in our direction.

“Meleth nîn!” Orophin calls back to her, breaking from our informal line and rushing to whom I assume to be his fiancée.

Indulgent chuckles run through our group as the two collide, gripping each other in a fierce hug. They pull back almost immediately, pressing their foreheads together and just staring into each other’s eyes. The action seems much more intimate than if they had fallen to the floor in a passionate embrace, and I avert my eyes, feeling the need to give them privacy.

“Come on,” Haldir whispers, ghosting his fingers over my elbow. “They will join us later.”

Elrond leads us through open-air hallways. Every way we turn seems to offer a view of the waterfalls and brings with it a light, fresh scent. He takes us right, bringing us through one final archway and into what looks to be a dining room. In the center is a long rectangular table surrounded by ten matching chairs. The table is already stacked with food — breads, salads, fruits, and various kinds of meat that smell absolutely mouthwatering.

Elrond smiles invitingly, entering the room and stopping behind the chair at one of the table’s heads. “I expected you would be weary this evening and would wish to dine in private. Please, sit and help yourselves.”

I follow Rumil and Haldir, hoping I’m not violating any social rules I am unaware of by choosing a random seat in the middle. Before I can pull the chair back, Haldir steps in to complete the task, gesturing for me to take a seat. I have to hold back my amusement at the antiquated gesture — perhaps it’s a custom here. He does seem more formal than Alex and I are.

Haldir and Rumil take the chairs on either side of me and, before long, Alex appears at my opposite. I smile at him. Given our recent arguments and the fact that I don’t really know if we’re friends in this life, I’m not quite sure where we stand. But he returns the gesture which allows me to breathe a sigh of relief. He’s familiar, at least. Baranor sits between Alex and Elrond and immediately the two healers engage in deep discussion.

I distract myself with the food and soon have more piled on my plate than I could possibly hope to eat, but I can certainly try. Before long, Orophin and the woman from earlier join us and are welcomed jovially.

Orophin beams, gesturing to the woman at his side. “Lavandil, these are the humans I was telling you about. Cosima and Alexander, this is my betrothed, Lavandil.”

Lavandil sets her excited gaze on both myself and Alex. “Hello, it’s so nice to meet you. Welcome to Imladris! We are pleased to have you here.” Her voice is warm, welcoming, and I find it impossible not to smile along with her, distressed though I am at Orophin’s clear distinction of me as ‘human’.

Orophin pulls out a chair for Lavandil and sits between her and Alex, who looks ridiculously uncomfortable in the presence of so many of these…humans. Though, I must admit, my resolve to call them that is steadily weakening.

Minutes later, Glorfindel enters the room accompanied by a demure man called Lindir. Haldir and Glorfindel fall into a spirited debate about patrol strategies and border security. Rumil piles something on my plate that he claims I have to try. He’s not wrong — it’s really good!

“So, Cosima, Alexander.” Lavandil props her elbow on the table and rests her chin on her hand, looking at us with interest. “Orophin says they happened upon you both near the river and that you haven’t any memories?”

All eyes converge on me and Alex. I don’t trust him to be polite, so I hurry to answer her question.

“Yes. We remember each other and tiny snippets of our home, but besides that, nothing.”

“How strange,” she muses, looking fascinated. “That must have been so shocking. How are you adjusting?”

I exhale slowly, playing for time. How am I adjusting? The weight of everyone’s eyes feels almost crushing. “It’s definitely a lot to get used to,” I say diplomatically. “But we’re really lucky to have run into good people who were willing to help.”

Despite his feelings towards our companions, Alex wisely remains silent. It would do us no good to offend our hosts.

Lavandil giggles, the sound bright and cheerful. “I’m glad they were helpful and not rude. I know Haldir has a tendency to interrogate first and help later. He’s slow to trust.” She shoots Haldir a teasing grin, to which he merely rolls his eyes, but his cheek twitches like he’s fighting a smile.

I try to suppress a grin. “Well, he wasn’t exactly warm and fuzzy, but he calmed down quickly enough.” I purse my lips, contemplating. “But now that I think about it, no one really left me unattended or gave me a weapon even though the trip was dangerous. Hold on, do any of you actually trust me?” I lean back in my chair and cross my arms, though I raise an eyebrow at Haldir to let him know I’m only kidding.

He shakes his head, huffing in mock exasperation. “We trust you now but at the start, how was I to know you weren’t some sort of spy?”

“A spy!” I huff. “I’m hurt. But moving on. Later, once you decided I was not a spy, how come no one gave me a knife or anything?”

Rumil chortles. “Have you seen the lines of your mending? You’re more likely to impale yourself than an enemy.”

I grumble indignantly. He’s right, but that doesn’t mean I have to tell him so.

Haldir quirks an eyebrow. “Would you like to learn? I can teach you.”

I think on this. Hmmm…do I need to learn how to use a weapon? Probably. But do I want to? Surprisingly, I find that the answer is yes. This world is obviously dangerous—I got a very real reminder of that just a few days ago—and I want to be capable in it. Haldir or the others might not always be there to defend me—I should learn how to protect myself.

“Yeah, I would. Thank you!”

Haldir nods, the edges of his mouth pulling into an expression of grim determination. I quickly discover why.

He’s psyching himself up, I realize with a quiet laugh.

He inclines his head towards Alex. “And you, Alexander? I can teach you as well.” By the gravity in his tone, it is clear Haldir’s offer is real, but begrudging.

Alex takes a bite of fruit. “No thank you.”

That’s to be expected. Though Haldir was angry earlier and probably overreacted, he did make a good point when he said that Alex has yet to make an effort to adjust to life here. He’s stayed on the edge of things since the moment we encountered him, always keeping one foot out the door.

A voice warns me that, rather than criticizing Alex, I should have been doing the same.

Elrond motions for an attendant to refill my glass of water. “Baranor says you were attacked in the mountains? That must have been very frightening.”

Flashes of grotesque beasts and shining swords enters my mind and I shrink away from the images. I know we’re safe inside these halls but the fear is still there, lurking at the edges of my thoughts.

Haldir cuts in and I realize I have been silent for longer than is polite. “We were attacked, yes, by about eighteen orcs, wouldn’t you say?”

Rumil and Orophin both nod — I didn’t even know they had a count. I had been focused trying to dodge the blades and arrows. To me, it seemed there was an endless stream of the monsters. Haldir continues. “We killed them all and had no trouble for the rest of our journey. It does make me wander though,” his eyes dart to mine and then quickly away. “Such a large party so close to your borders? Is that common these days?”

“Yes.” Elrond nods gravely. “We have seen an increase in scouting parties and attacks. Just last month, a fully armed company of forty attempted to breach one of our southeastern border stations.”

“No,” Orophin breathes, gripping Lavandil’s hand tightly, a stricken look of horror stretching his face.

She brushes his concerns aside. “Oh, I’m fine. I was up north visiting my mother at the time. I didn’t even know the attack had occurred until I returned home.”

Orophin’s reaction worries me. I lay my fork on my plate, appetite fading as fear gnaws at the edges of my gut. “That’s unusual?”

Haldir shakes his head. “It is not unusual to encounter orcs at the borders, but an armed, prepared, planned attack of such a large number is…telling.” He avoids my gaze.

My body runs cold. “Telling of what?”

“Sauron,” Elrond says simply.

“That name means nothing to them,” Orophin reminds him, still looking at his love. He holds so much concern in his eyes—and a measure of fear—and I wonder just how big of a threat this is. Is Lavandil in danger? Is Elrond? Are we?

Elrond elaborates. “Sauron is a being of great power and even greater evil. He was defeated once before, but whispers of his presence have been heard throughout the realm. I believe he is growing in power again, gathering his armies. He is preparing.”

I drop my hands into my lap, gripping the edges of the chair in an attempt to find an anchor. Across from me, Alex has gone pale.

I don’t have to ask what this being is preparing for. It’s obvious. He’s preparing for war.

If the orcs weren’t bad enough, now we’ve got an evil power looming over us all? I wonder…is my homeworld safer than this?

Glorfindel raises his glass of deep red wine. He holds a steely, almost feral glare in his golden eyes and, suddenly, I am very, very afraid of him. “As quickly as he rises, so shall he fall.”

All aside from Alex and me raise their goblets, a forceful, “hear, hear” resounding through the room of stone. My eyes meet Alex’s. He raises an eyebrow as if to say, what do you want to do?

And I know my answer.

I want to go home.

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[planetary]

found out theres a wikipedia page for our shitty little “”””mall”””” and to summarize its like “this is the only mall within 50 miles either direction and there was a shooting there once and then a stabbing murder a few years later and there are only 2 stores there and a movie theatre now” and its right. being there is so eerie. its all empty and carpeted. why is the mall carpeted… and sometimes theres those lone employees at those little cell phone booths in the middle of the hall and im like how long have you been here… can you leave? and whenever a store closed theh just covered it with s big panel of wall but sometimes theres a crack or a missing tile and you can look in and see this incredibly wrong looking pitch black store with empty shelves and racks and counters and sometimes mannequins and being in there honestly never feels real bc its just long halways with big wall panels and i KNOW i remember being there as a little kid and it being so lively but now you can walk around in there for an hour and never see someone thats not just one employee in a booth and sometimes not even them and they never have it temperature controlled in there so its either really hot or really cold and they’ve started building medical buildings in the parking lot since the lots are always empty… its so eerie. i remember the arcade and macy’s and the big food court and gamestop and hot topic and best buy and claires and spencers and h&m and mr smoothie and taco bell all being there and those cars in the middle of the halls and piercing pagoda and bath and body works and now its just. dicks sporting goods, and a whole Target thats attached by one dark hallway and can be closed off by a metal garage door. all the signs outside have been ripped off the building so its just this big unlabelled building with huge empty parking lots hanging off of target like a shriveled appendix and its so wrong in there and the second you leave its like you were never even inside. its also on top of a really high cliff you have to drive up a big hill to get there. but i was there for about an hour recently and as soon as i left and got in the car it felt like i never even stepped inside. they used to plant tiger lillies outside but now its just sparse mulch. it kind of makes me want to cry. it was so exciting going there when i was a kid and now it’s uncomfortable and i think the walls breathe more than i do and everyone looks the same. and they carpeted the floor. who carpets a mall??? i dont know how its even open. i guess target must do really well. i feel like one day i’ll go there but the whole building will be gone with no trace but the weathered foundation and the gray carpet and it would still feel the same to look at. it might even feel better being able to see the sun and not just the dark cracks in the walls and the gray carpet thats perfect and the employees glued to their booths that dont even look up when you walk by. i feel like the whole place is just one big dead body or one massive ghost and its stuck in my brain even though i forget it as soon as i leave and it never looks the same.

well that was long. you know how wikipedia articles about malls can be

#unreality #chatter🦋

[pwnyta]

I GET what Negant is saying, but at the same time the buildup to this seedy underbelly ain't existent. And having essentially child soldiers take out corrupt heroes on the DL is fucky as all hell (like, why not have them arrested to show that heroes aren't above the law? Sure, it shows cracks in the foundation but it's better than having them secretly executed). ALSO also I feel like some of this could've been avoided if they got Negant some therapy? Like, seriously, get these pro-heroes some therapy. They risk their lives every day, they need it.

Yeah thats my problem with it. Its not that the system is fucked but that until fairly recently Horikoshi showed nothing of it. Stain brought it up and then there was no follow up and then it just becomes this huge thing.

Its not something you can just put on the back burner with no development and expect it to land well.

It reminds me of the 'UA Traitor' thing... it was an interesting concept and then... it just stopped being a thing and then randomly came back, meant nothing, and stopped being a thing again.

Characters like Shinso also have a similar problem or the mutant Quirk discrimination, etc... theres just weird gaps that just fuck with the flow of w/e story Horikoshi is trying to tell.

Nagant irritates me especially because she came out of no where... weve had Hawks in the spot light for how long now? Which I already think is a CHOICE... She was this seemingly popular hero that was imprisoned and not a mention before hand?

If the HPSC was set up well this story line would be fucking cool and interesting...

These latest arcs just feel like a massive pile up of ideas that could have worked if they had more set up time and time to breathe.

The fact Stains arc (which was so early in the series) was such a good starting point only for it to not really go anywhere is so frustrating.

#BNHA ranting. #BNHA tag. #Dear Nonny.

[oakandcirrus]

feeling crazy again trying to explain oregon to someone who’s never been like it’s so gorgeous and it’s magical and its like a fucking dream everythings perfect and youre in love and youre living in an illusion youre seeing through the cracks now into the damp festering heart of it like we went to tillamook bay and it was gray and dreary and beautiful and those small towns are suffocating and you can just picture yourself in a house there going down to the bakery in the morning and going down to the beach in the evening and watching the sun set out over the bay before going home to your house with a moldy foundation and peeling paint and it makes you happy and it makes you want to tear out your hair and scream until your voice gives out. and when we went to mount hood. we didnt even get close but i felt so sick all of the sudden. just completely filled with dread and anxiety and i was glad when we had to turn around it was too quiet and too dark in the middle of the day and no one was around. and when we got back to the hotel i looked myself in the eyes and there was something different there something missing or something changed and i felt happy and i was shaking. and those towns on the way to crater lake. the single-height pine trees growing out of pebbles and rock and rundown diners and old motels/casinos. i closed my eyes until we got there so i wouldnt have to see it. but the whole time i was there i was happy and tired. i said i was the happiest ive ever been there and its like a drug it changes how you experience things and when i left i wanted to turn right back around and im scared and i want to go back even though my gut is telling me something is wrong there and i dont know what it is. im not crazy, right? theres a reason pnw gothic is a thing. theres a reason all of those shows are set in the pacific northwest. its eerie. its the most beautiful place youve ever seen. its rotting underneath the skin.

#luke.txt #oregon

[leafy-wings]

qibli!! for the send a char

for this meme!

Sexuality Headcanon: bi definitely Gender Headcanon: it is with a heavy heart that i say i think he is cis. but like gender non conforming about it A ship I have with said character: i think qibli/winter is fine. idk if i just think im obligated to ship it or not. i dont even like qinter that much or winter but its like, two guys and im so fucking hungry for rep. again i dont think relationships born from trauma are really great but i feel like after everythings said and done they should be happy together because they deserve it. but like, theyre both so emotionally stunted that my original thought that theyd improve each other doesnt really hash out. i dont even really like peppy/broody as foundation for a relationship. i think non canon there are a lot of fun romantic intepretations of them though. i like the sun/moon imagery! i know its more accurate to label nightwings as moon aligned, but winters white. i also think that probably qibli and winter have too much beef about like, everything, like the monarchy or how they treat their friends. yknow what i just realized i spent this entire paragraph talking about how much i dont actually like qinter but ship it anyways because im a desperate little fruit A BROTP I have with said character: i like it when qibli is friends with turtle and there should be more qibli and turtle friend momence. i think both of them are kind and observant to their friends but inclined towards unrealistic expectations, but both also not observant inwardly and outwardly level headed, leaving them in a good combination where theyre both looking out for each other where they wont take care of themselves. i also think he should hang out with sunny more A NOTP I have with said character: qibli and moonwatcher. sorry. i know theyre like “canon” or whatever but every relationship tui makes it so bland and boring. i think qiblis really unfair to have been afraid of moon in book 6 and then immediately rebound into wanting to take advantage of her power within like 5 pages; i think itd be way more cool if he was more excited about it, considering that he never felt afraid of turtle when he found out about turtles power and the immediate rebound is just inconsistent and makes him look flaky instead of understandable. i also just am not super excited to read about romance between horrifically emotionall damaged 4 yr olds who really never get better. its fine its not like i dont see it its just.. theres so little there. its not like theres negative-qibliwatcher points but i just see nothing for it. A random headcanon: i want. catholic qibli. LIKE I MEAN a qibli who disagrees with Bad Behavior like swearing and drinking and gambling and abides by morality really hard. i think itd be funny. its not even really accurate but i think if inexplicably qibli insisted upon proper behavior itd be funny because i like it. General Opinion over said character: i actually dont like him that much. hes fruity i guess, but more jockish in canon than people represent him in their fan interpretations at least at first, everyone always turns him into this slick suave and soft bubbly sort of guy when hes more rough and tumble, which i think is neat but i dont really like. and ofc tui likes her fan interpretations so he ends up getting watered down into some mischief maker joker by the end of the series where i preferred him as a good example of being raised in a rough childhood but ending up on top and being charismatic but distant from it. and i dont really like the softboy intepretation a lot of people take with him because i like canon, and it kinda spits in the face of the original idea of him being put together. like ive said before i hated cracking darkness of dragons open and its just qibli going “WAAA WAAAAA” . i think i need to reread arc 2 though

[autisticzukka]

First story lines

thanks for tagging me, @khashanakalashtar!!!!!

> Rules: List the first lines of your last 5-20 stories.  See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag others!

Listed recent to distant.

1. “Put it back,” Wei Ying says, elbowing Xue Yang in the side. never been afraid of any deviation

2. Wei Wuxian is three days travel from Cloud Recesses when he hears the gossip for the first time. don't threaten me with happiness

3. The courier brings their mail every morning during breakfast. Perennial

4. Sokka stares at the ocean stretching out in front of the prow. "four seasons (for love)"

5. “Have you ever been to a water tribe birth celebration?” Sokka asks Zuko. cracks in our foundation

6. She is thirteen years old. tap on it and it's hollow

7. “Ah,” Sokka says, and it’s not the ‘ah’ of yes, more, so much as the ‘ah’ of ouch, no. Can't Sleep Love

8. The stories say: it comes every fifty years. Dragonpyre

9. “No, no, it’s,” Zuko says, and his face freezes comically under the weight of trying to think of a lie when he’s this incredibly high. a montage, to show that time has passed

10. “I heard that he drives a monster truck,” a girl with brown hair says. Midnight Son

11. They have him cornered. meant to be (not like this)

12. “I think my allergies are acting up,” Sokka complains. gonna make you howl tonight

13. It’s night time on a Thursday, the kind of night time where part of the city has gone to sleep and the other half has just finished waking up. The Real Housewives of Republic City

14. “Yeah,” Sokka gasps, heel of his hand skating down the sweat-slick curve of Zuko’s spine. At your service, Pillow Prince

15. Considering the number of years he’s been associated with the Avatar and his gang, you’d think Zuko would have learned to be suspicious a lot sooner when they start doing suspicious things. Saviors of the World: Where are they now?

16. “So,” Clint says loudly, crowded by the water cooler with the rest of the strike team. Tits of Truth

17. “You! You are teaching her HORRIBLE social skills!” Sokka says. “Did you coach her? Was this another DISGUSTINGLY LONG-GAME prank?” Coda: don't be a hero

18. Gods, sometimes the war being over sucks more than when they were sleeping in ditches and eating grubs over a fire. well that escalated quickly

19. Sokka has both Iroh and Izumi clutched in each arm, bare feet slapping against the freezing tile as he rushes towards Zuko’s chambers. don't be a hero (That Time The Palace Gets Attacked)

20. “This isn’t working,” Zuko says for the thousandth time, dropping into a chair with a thick rasp of heavy robes. Republic City's Goin' Down Swingin'

ah so ! patterns i noticed... although @birthdaytoast definitely wrote the openings to some of these. when i write an opening it's usually because i've already thought of an opening joke, so you're not really getting the full effect by just reading the first sentence. in general though, i really like an opening sentence that leaves you with questions. like for 1 - put it back, but what's it, and also why i? for 2 - what is the gossip?

personally, i think that a good first line makes a reader curious. then you have to pay off on that interest quickly, but in a way that sparks MORE interest. mostly i do that by just like... exclusively starting at an interesting part. i used to not, and would like end up fucking myself up by writing in past tense until i got to the sentence i FELT was the start of things, even if it was 2k in.

and sometimes i feel like theres just like, idk, a gravitas to an opening line and i HAVE to use it. 'She is thirteen years old.' from tap on it and it's hollow. 'Fire Lord Zuko, first of his name, dies on an otherwise unextraordinary Tuesday evening.' from the unpublished tomorrow's tomorrow. that's more typical with my own work than when writing with mello, though, because i get all serious and arty on my own sometimes.

#long post #op #tag games

[jojo-daydreams]

Can I get some Jotaro x Reader n/s/f/w? Reader is Jotaro's former college roommate and now about to be smol Jolyne's step-mom and Jolyne is with her mom rn and reader and Jotaro were reminiscing about their college lives and they end up having the sex?

here u go anon!!

i tried my very best ◍´Д‵◍

N// S// F// W// below the cut!

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When you walk into your shared bedroom, you see your fiancé sitting on the bed, laptop in his lap, typing away. It’s a familiar site for you, you’d walked into Jotaro’s room on many an occasion just to relax with him while he worked diligently on whatever Fish Thing currently had his attention.

Smiling, you flop down next to him.

“Whatcha workin’ on?”

He just hums in response, clearly not listening.

You poke his ribs gently, finally getting his attention.

“Good grief, what is it?” He says, sighing as he closes his laptop.

“Excuse you, is that any way to talk to the Future Mrs. Kujo?” You tease.

At that he cracks a smile, eyes softening just a smidge.

“Hmm, when’s she is acting like a child, maybe it is.” He says, reaching over to grab the hand that had just been jabbing at his ribcage. He holds it for a moment, his free hand placing his laptop on the nightstand before reaching back over to gently touch the engagement ring on your finger, his expression unreadable as he stares down at it silently. You wait a few moments, but decide to speak up when he still says nothing.

“Jojo?”

Jotaro hums in response, tearing his eyes away from the ring to look at your face.

“It’s been a long time since you called me that.” He says, and though his tone is neutral sounding theres still a look in his eyes you just can’t seem to place.

You grin. That’s true, you used to call him Jojo all the time in college. The two of you had been thick as thieves back then, or at least, as close to that as someone as stubborn and withdrawn as Jotaro could be. You’d been good friends though, and you’d missed him when he seemingly vanished from your life after graduation- saying something about a ‘Speedwagon Foundation’. You didn’t really realize the full extent of your feelings for him until he was gone, and it’d been crushing for you when you did, only to hear through the grapevine that he was married with a kid on the way.

Your grin fades a bit as you remember that time in your life. It had been pretty rough for you, though you knew it wasn’t Jotaro’s fault and you never blamed him for that ache you’d carried around all those years. Or at least, rationally you didn’t. How was the man supposed to know you were madly in love with him, you’d been his roommate for a bit over two years of your time at college, and you’d never said anything. Sure, the two of you had flirted a bit here and there, but it was never anything serious.

“Why are you frowning?”

You barely manage to keep yourself from jumping as his nearly concerned voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his face was closer now than before and he looked a bit worried, brow pinched, his hands still holding yours warmly.

“It’s nothing.” You reply, flashing him a smile, “Just thinking about… everything I guess. Never really thought I’d be. Well. Mrs. Kujo.”

He tilts his head at your words, eyes searching your face.

“Cold feet?”

You shake your head quickly.

“No! Of course not! I just meant, like, College Me probably never would have guessed it. She’d be surprised I think.” You say with a chuckle. She really would be shocked, in all honesty. You hadn’t thought of him that way back then, or at least you tried not to. You think that you must’ve been afraid of ruining the friendship you two had. You don’t think you would’ve made it through college without Jotaro’s supporting you.

Jotaro looks at you for a moment, eyes narrowing, before he suddenly lunges forward, pinning you to the bed and looking down at you, his eyes betraying a hint of something smoldering beneath his calm exterior.

“Well, College Jotaro wouldn’t be. He’d probably be pretty excited.” Jotaro says, his warm breath ghosting over your face as you raise a brow at his words.

Oh?

“Oh? Is that so?” You tease, batting your eyelashes in a rather over-exaggerated manner.

“It is, he’d probably be mad at me for taking so long. But he’d also probably be happy he finally gets to sleep with his hot roommate.”

You turn your head to the side, trying not to laugh right into his face at that. Something about Jotaro saying that with such a straight face had you giggling, though you try to contain it. Jotaro ignores the chuckles that manage to slip out, and starts pressing kisses along your jaw, entirely undeterred, mixing in a few gentle bites as he makes his way down to the column of your throat, and your laughter turns into soft gasps.

You whine when you feel one of his hands slide under your long shirt, moving up to cup your breast. His thumb drags across your hard nipple and you sigh, your hands curling against the sheets. He teases you for a few more moments, then withdraws his hand, straightening up for a moment to remove his shirt, and with a bit of wiggling and cooperation on your part, he removes yours too, and you’re left in just your underwear.

Jotaro wastes no time once your shirt is out of the way, leaning back down to alternate between sucking and tweaking your nipples. You moan at sensations, just a bit of pinch and then his tongue soothing it over, your legs clench involuntarily, and you’re already embarrassingly wet. You blame it on the fact you think the idea of Jotaro finding you hot back in college has you feeling some kind of way.

You draw in a deep breath, trying to focus on something other than how good he’s making you feel.

“Did you ever… y’know, get off thinking about me just down the hall back then?” You ask, and it comes out weaker and more breathy than you’d intended.

Jotaro stops, leaning back to look at you for a brief moment. But he doesn’t reply, instead grabbing you by the hips and dragging you up the bed a bit more and removing your underwear in a fluid motion.

“Answer me Jotar-oooh” You start to prompt him again but you cut yourself off with a moan when he slides a finger inside you, crooking it and rubbing over that spot that already has you seeing stars.

“Did I ever get off thinking about you? Don’t ask stupid questions. Of course I did.” He says hotly, practically growling it at you, adding another finger and sliding them both in and out slowly. You’re already so wet it’s so easy for him, and the lewd sounds of it combined with Jotaro’s words, his tone, have you blushing madly.

“I would have dreams about you. I’d wake up in the morning craving you. I wanted to kiss you so many times I thought I was going to go insane.”

You moan helplessly, unable to do much else. Jotaro removes his fingers after a few more moments and frees his cock from his pants, lining it up with your entrance, continuing his uncharacteristic dirty talk as he thrusts into you.

“I used to fantasize about eating you out on that couch that we always shared when we watched tv. I can’t even count all the times I thought about bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. Did you really have no idea how I felt, how I looked at you?”

He groans as as he bottoms out, and you feel so fucking full, so fucking stretched, you reach up for him, scrambling to find some purchase. You end up digging your nails into the skin of his back, earning another groan from Jotaro as your hands slide down, angry red lines raising in their wake. Later when you see the marks you’ll probably be embarrassed, but right now you’re honestly not having any coherent thoughts. All you can think about is how hot you feel, how hot Jotaro feels above you, and how good it feels as he fucks you, his hips slapping against yours roughly. You wonder if it’s going to bruise, but honestly don’t really care if it does.

You moan as Jotaro speeds up his rhythm, the bed springs starting to creak. You reach down with one hand to stroke your clit, you’re so fucking close, you just need that last push. Jotaro seems to sense this, and he leans ever closer, and now your bodies are practically entirely pressed together.

“Come for me, I want to hear it.” he says, and that’s enough to push you over the edge. You gasp, moaning his name so loud you’re quite sure the whole neighborhood can hear you, eyes clenching shut as your orgasm hits you.

Jotaro thrusts into you a few more times, helping your ride out your orgasm, before burying himself as deep he can and letting out a groan as he spills himself inside of you, his whole body tensing for a moment. He shudders once, twice, then goes limp against you.

You remove your hand from between the two of you as he relaxes, letting some of his weight rest on you carefully as you both pant, his head dropping to your shoulder. When he pulls out you twitch a bit, you feel kind of empty now, and you can feel some of his cum seeping out, probably making even more of a mess of the poor bed. The hand that had been scratching up his back slides up into his sweaty hair, carding through it affectionately. You’ll worry about the sheets later.

When you finally find your voice again, you speak softly, a sly grin on your face.

“I would’ve really enjoyed letting you eat me out on the couch. It’s not too late for that, really.”

You can hear Jotaro muttering a muffled good grief against the bare skin of your shoulder, and his breath tickles you a bit.

“Insatiable. You’re insatiable. Give me a break.”

“I’m just saying. We do own a couch.”

#jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #smut #jjba x reader #jjba imagine #GOD IM SORRY I HOPE THIS IS OK #I KNOW I WHINE EVERY SINGLE TIME BUT LITERALLY HOW DOES ONE EVEN WRITE SMUT I LITERALLY DO NOT KNOW #im trying my best i really am i just i am so bad at it hbfjadksnhELP ME. #Anonymous #mine*

[yanderecandystore]

dude sheepy do u know abt corpse party? if theres rumors abt the delinquent school being haunted, imagine smth kind of like that in that school, but like with less gore. maybe even a ghost love interest. maybe!!! the reader is one of jacks goons and!! love triangle?? i gotta go

Let me throw in not only one, but two new characters in the mix because I'm a masochist.

Jack my boy, I'm sorry, but you have some competition. Also no, Bucky isn't one of the "official characters" (as in, there won't be any requests available for him).

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Hidden, forgotten, and starving [Yandere!Delinquent x Goon!Reader x Yandere!Ghost boy x (Fuck, another possible Yandere!oc??)]:

(Non-binary reader btw)

You know, when your leader said something along the lines of "Meet me up in 9 p.m", you thought it was going to be something fun. Maybe you and the gang would be able to hangout without having to be on school grounds, or on a dark nasty alley.

But, nah, that was only wishful thinking.

Jack's type of fun is a little different from the normal person's type of fun. Is surprisingly really violent for someone who's is kinda small, and has such a pretty face.

Not, that you have noticed or anything.

Hell, one of these days he said he would burn a whole corporation and drag some rich family's name into the mud for, pissing him off? You guess?? He was ranting, so none of you actually payed attention.

Again, he may be a little short, but that anger in his soul is something no human can comprehend. Where were you? Oh yeah, he didn't call the gang to play some games and have fun, he had called y'all to beat the shit out of some other gang….

On school grounds…..

At night.

"- …. You know this isn't a good idea, right?"

You asked him if he was sure, but he didn't say anything. He was focused on only one goal.

Entering inside the school isn't really hard. If anything, is pretty easy, jump the horribly placed iron fence. Ya done. Welcome to Saint Bernard's School for Little Prodigies! Where everything sucks, and everyone is insane!

"- It isn't so bad! There are a lot of cool things hidden in this place… There are so many legends that graduated from this school!" Your fellow gang member and also local himbo sweetheart, Bucky, (is actually Benedict, but he doesn't really like that name), said it.

"- I don't think so…" You said honestly. You don't really think you, Bucky, Jack and the others are going to find anything special except dust and old shit. The only thing that will spice this night is this gang meet up or whatever.

"- Come on, it will be fun! We can search the school and find all type of old stuff!" You look at how excited he is, and although you love him dearly, you can't help but still have difficulty to enjoy this whole situation.

"- Bucky….. it's old stuff."

"- I know right! Can you go with me [Y/N]-"

"- Oh my God- Shut up!" Jack yelled. He was getting impatient with your whole conversation. He had only came here to show some girl gang that this school doesn't have any space for them. Not to see…. You and that imbecile talking about stupid shit.

When he yelled he did seem to mention it more towards Bucky than you. It's not that he doesn't like him, it's just that he-

"- [Y/N], come here!" Jack yelled again, calling you to get closer.

You go towards him, as he asks you to look around and see if you can see anyone. But no one seems to be near the school grounds, and you can't see any motorcycle girl's gang anywhere.

"- Why exactly are we going to fight them again?" You ask, tired more than usual of Jack's odd behavior. Or well, usual behavior.

"- …." Silence. He doesn't answer you, but his expressions changes a little. Fuck, why can't you just follow his lead without questioning everything.

…

No, he shouldn't have thought that, ever. Y'all are your own people, you don't need to hear him, he prefers when you guys decide for yourselves. Well mostly the other ones, when it comes to you, he has a hard time acknowledging how he doesn't like how you head in into danger without hearing him.

He never stops to actually think about this stuff, maybe today he just….. feel a little more on edge than usual.

After seeing that neither you or the rest will just drop the question, he answered.

"- …. Sigh. The leader of the other gang wants to be the new Little Miss Red." He said unbothered, while everyone had an extreme reaction, you were left wondering who the fuck was Little Miss Red.

Sounds like a anime villain, or something like that.

"- [Y/N]!! Y-you don't w-who Little, L-little-"

Bucky was trying to ask you so hard, but he couldn't stop stuttering with excitement and fear. Jack is having none of his dumb attitude today.

"- Speak up. Little Miss Red." He said, harshly. What is wrong with him today?

"- S-sorry Jack. Little Miss Red was the first student to form a gang and dominate the entire school!" He is excited to tell you everything he knows. He may be a little troublemaker, but is mostly because he really admires Lil Red and her story (even if most was left far away from public sight).

"- Oh, really?" You're not gonna lie, you wished you were sleeping at home. You wished you heard about this chick on another day. You can't be bothered right now. So what? Some girl wants to be the new Red? What do you have to do with it?

"- She wants to dominate the school, dumbass." Another one of your group said. Fuck that guy, you can't even remember his name, you're really tired.

"- If not the whole entire neighborhood around the school." Said Jack.

"- Well, I'm pretty sure they aren't coming, how about we just go home then-"

A loud noise came from inside the school. You guys could see a little bit of light coming from outside the windows.

"- Are they inside?" You ask.

"- We were supposed to meet outside." Jack responded.

….

Silence.

And then, of course, since you guys really needed an encouragement to get inside that hell place, all of you heard a disturbing, inhuman scream. And after that, a female voice calling for help.

"- …. We, are going in, or…?"

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Like, this is a really, really dumb idea. Normally when someone hears a terrible noise and then a call for help, it only ends up being a terrible sign.

"- Going towards the monster, nice plan." You said sarcastically. It's not that you're afraid of monsters….. You just don't want to meet one, in person.

"- Monsters aren't real." Jack said.

"- … But if you really are scared, then come here."

"- Sure."

You walked closer to Jack, that was leading the way towards the corridors. His phone's flashlight being extremely useful.

Something is bugging his mind ever since you all entered school grounds. He feels like Bucky is getting a little too friendly with you, and although he shouldn't be mad about something so stupid, he can't stop thinking about this.

He needs to concentrate, but he can't stop worrying about Bucky losing his guard and you-

"- Hey, I think we should separate."

...

"- … What?"

He is being a dumbass.

"- Why though? What if we can't find each other?"

He only wants to ask you a simple question, but is such a stupid question. He needs everyone to go away so you two can talk.

"- Let's divide into two groups, I'll go with [Y/N], y'all can go upstairs and check it out."

"- But that's not even equally divided-"

"- I said, go upstairs-"

…

Again.

Another scream. That same female voice, it sounds so close, coming from the other hall.

But then another one, a male voice coming from…. Everywhere.

He sounds desperate, he says that someone should get him out.

"- Hello? Who's there?" Bucky asked.

"- You know, you shouldn't ask ghosts questions, they can start fucking stuff up man." One of the other members said.

"- Oh, but they sound in pain, shouldn't we help-"

"- Please… I don't want to stay here…" The male voice said. His voice is starting to crack, he is crying.

His voice is coming from somewhere really close.

"- Argh!" You all turned your backs to see a girl in leather jacket trying to crawl. She finally notice that she wasn't alone.

"- Help!-" Hands covered her mouth, her face, her arms, it started dragging her backwards.

You guys were going to follow her, when again.

"- Please, open this door…." You heard him, he was in agony. You couldn't leave him alone.

Jack and the others were following the girl, while you kept walking down the hallway. Following the voice.

You felt like you needed to help him. Desperately. He was going to die if you didn't. To you it felt like ages as you walked slowly to the janitor's closet.

Walking silently, trying to hear his pleads. He got louder and louder the more you came closer to his prison.

You found the janitor's closet. The door was shaking with the pounds of the boy.

"- GET ME OUT GET ME OUT GET ME OUT GET ME OUT GET ME OUT-"

You opened the door. It wasn't locked. It hadn't been locked since a long time.

You finally woke up from, whatever the hell happened to you just now. But you don't think you're a 100% fine, tho.

You can only hear a deafening silence. There is no one here. There is nothing here except for old paper on the ground.

You walked in, slowly, afraid that if you took a bad step you would suddenly fuck something up.

You kneeled down, looking at the documents in the ground. You, suddenly feel a little too eager to read them.

Maybe you're just feeling really curious.

There are old newspapers, all saying something about Saint Bernard's School for Little Prodigies. Some saying something about Little Miss Red, others about the school bad conditions and somehow involvement into the Amaryllis Academy's school foundation.

You found a couple of notes cut into pieces, some are not easy to read. Others are really simple and, although you would normally find really boring to read this kind of stuff, you have a odd feeling reading them.

It's two friends talking over paper messages. They seem to be in class and can't let the teacher know they're not paying attention. They talk about meeting after school, and having plans on a Saturday. It doesn't have a exact date on the paper, but you can see the paper is pretty old and dirty.

It sounds like a normal friendship. One of them even said:" I have something really important to tell you, but I can't really tell you in person since I'm really shy about this stuff. I'll tell you this Saturday, I promise."

You found old photos of students on the ground. Most are market with a red marker. Crosses all over their faces. But the are only two that you can see the face of.

A chubby black girl, big curly hair, wearing glasses. She is looking really awkward in this picture, as if she didn't want to take it. She is wearing the same blue jacket you're using right now.

The other one, however.

Is the same chubby black girl. Her hair has red streaks on it, and she isn't wearing the blue jacket, but rather a red vest, with fishnets under going from her shoulder, to her hands. You almost thought they weren't the same person, one looks shy and awkward, but somehow really sweet, the other one is straight up giving whoever was the cameraman the middle finger. Her faces says how done she is with everyone's bullshit.

You like this girl. You guess this is the girl you heard about.

And the last thing you found. Was a cut article about, some student that was found dead out of nowhere on this school.

His body was inside this closet.

You didn't notice, but time suddenly stopped when you enter in the janitor's closet. It didn't stop literally, but you didn't felt like it was running normally.

On a moment you were seeing a girl being dragged by some hands, and now your reading some old creepy stuff.

Which reminded you-

"- [Y/N]! Where are you?" Jack asked, his voice was somewhere distant.

"- Wait, guys I'm here!"

You get up as fast as you can, but it didn't matter.

As soon as you return to reality after reading about your cursed school, you felt the sudden realization that they didn't see you going the other way. Hell, you didn't even help that girl that was being fucking dragged!

Before you can escape this terrible place, the door closes.

And it locks itself.

"- No, no, no, no, no, guys! Come on, I'm here, you idiots!"

You bang the door and scream as loud as you can. No one can hear you.

"- Goddammit."

You start packing, thinking they might leave you here if you don't do something. But before you can think of a way out, the realization of you not being the only one inside there, hits you really hard.

"- …. He-help!" You heard it. That same male voice from before. Closer than ever. He sounds like he is right behind you.

Yet his voice sounds hoarse. Timid, yet cold.

You turn around to look at your company, you see a student, just like you, curled up into a ball, holding his stomach. He is murmuring nonsense….

You try to get closer.

Hey, maybe he is lost…?

You can see he is a latino boy with long hair, tied as a low ponytail. He is shaking uncontrollably.

"- I'm- I'm so hungry. Please, let me go."

He managed to say out loud.

"- Hey, are you alright? I can help you, we just need to get out of this closet, I can buy you something, okay?"

What happened to this poor guy? He seems traumatized.

"- Pl-please!"

He stutters again. You came closer, putting your hand on his shoulder.

"- I'm going to help you, okay?"

You say.

He stopped shaking. He stopped talking. He stopped hyperventilating. He stopped breathing.

He is extremely cold.

Before you can react, you're pinned to the ground. The ghost boy on top of you, salivating like a mad man.

"- Hey! Get off!" You don't want to believe this guy is dead. Ghosts aren't real. Monsters aren't real, right??

He is breathing even faster than before. Like there isn't enough air on his lungs.

Believe it or not, he truly doesn't want to do this.

"- ….. I'm sorry." He apologized before biting your neck.

"- What?-Aaaaargh!-"

For a ghost guy, he does feel really real! It hurts a lot!! What is he a vampire or a ghost?

You're bleeding. He isn't trying to suck your blood, he is trying to tear your skin.

You can hear his stomach growling.

And you can also hear Jack searching for you. You manage to free yourself from the ghosts grip and move yourself away for a bit.

"- Jack? JACK! Help!- Argh, fuck! Get off!"

Only to have him try to tear your arm away. He isn't doing a good job at this though.

"- I'm sorry. I-I'm really sorry!" You look and see him crying.

"- Well, then let me-"

A unholy screech comes from you. He broke your arm, at first he didn't seem so strong, but after feeling him digging his fingers into your arm and rotating it, you can tell he really is trying to tear your arm away.

He could have done this quicker. But he didn't want to do this to begin with! He swears, he doesn't like doing this…

For your luck, your scream is heard. You can see the door shaking and hear Jack screaming for you on the other side.

Ghost boy got distracted by it. Usually, there isn't anyone at night. Actually, he is the whole reason there isn't any night classes.

Too many students and staff members suddenly going missing at night time.

It's good to meet new people. He used to think so. He misses having company.

He misses not endlessly consuming people to satisfy an endless hunger.

"- Jack!" You took advantage of the boy's distraction, and decided to get away from him. You kicked him, but your foot passed right through him.

You still managed to get away and reach the door. You looked back, thinking he was chasing you.

He wasn't. He didn't want to. He could, but he really didn't want to.

He only said his goodbye towards you, still apologizing for what happened.

You were too surprised by the boy's action, that you collided with Jack when he opened the door.

"- Ouch- Really? You missed me this much [Y/N]?"

You can't respond. You're hyperventilating like you just runned a marathon.

"- Hey, are you alright? I heard you screaming, are you hurt?"

You remember your arm was broken, and that's when you realize, it's really painful. Yet you can't really find the right words right now.

"- [Y/N]?!"

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Jack brought you home after the whole incident happened. Turns out the girl that was getting dragged was actually the leader of the gang you were supposed to fight off.

Janette, the girl's name, was "playing a little prank on everyone", cause you know, that's really funny when everyone is scared as hell.

The fight was still going to happen, but Jack couldn't care less about that or her, he only wanted take care of your broken arm. Janette didn't really complain, she didn't understand how the hell you managed to get your arm broken, but she didn't want to fight anyone that was already in disadvantage.

Although being someone that wanted to pick a fight with all of you, Janette helped you out with your broken arm and bleeding caused by the ghost boy.

She is apparently really talented when it comes to dealing with this stuff, you can tell she has been through a lot, looking at her scarred face.

She is really pretty for someone so build. Damn, that actually makes her more pretty though.

Oh, and about the ghost. No one fucking believes you. They all think you either were hallucinating or just "saw things because you were scared".

You tried to explain how you got hurt, but when you mentioned a ghost, absolutely no one understood what you were talking about.

Anyway, you had a long night. You need some rest. In the morning you'll explain what happened to everyone.

Even if you yourself can't tell what really went down while you were at school.

Your mind keeps re-telling you what the ghost had told you before you left.

"- I'm sorry. I was really hungry."

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