#where that happnens

[fishy006]

look i know aoyama is the traitor and all but i have always been (and always will be) a traitor kaminari believer, and because of that i LOVE when i read fics that aren’t really about the traitor but the traitor comes up somehow and they find out the traitor is kaminari. because i’ve read all of the fics that have traitor kaminari tagged but those fics don’t have the traitor tag and it’s a pleasant surprise.

#i don’t even know what this #but i love #traitor kaminari #and fanfics #where that happnens #and i wasn’t expecting it #it makes me happy #mha #bnha #kaminari denki #fanfiction #ao3

[destructive-path]

Once More Into The Breach - ||.

🗡️ You aren’t fully convinced that the woman in front of you is the same person you met in the woods. The same Ellie that chased you, taunted you, and promised to take your life. No, this Ellie was someone else entirely.

! 18+MDNI !

contents include: reader is referred to as “woman” once, lowkey stockholm syndrome, choking…..swearing, nightmares, violence, blood, angst, tranquilizers, guns, cages, bossy!ellie, bratty!reader, gay people being gay. (tw!men🤢)

WC: ~6k

a/n - IM SORRY THIS TO ME FOREVER. this (and a lil of the next) chapter is inspired by/loosely based on an episode of the abc hit tv show lost. i hope you guys enjoy, and make sure to tune in for the final chapter coming idk when but hopefully not as long as it took me to get my shit together and write this one :,)

(thats where the SMUT comes in ;)) -ace xx

read pt. 1 here

divider creds! - @cafekitsune from the river to the sea

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leafy green blades make up the perimeter of your field of view. in the center of your vision, a sort of blackhole pulses whilst being engulfed by the foliage of the forest. you’re running. floating? impossibly fast. directly towards the seemingly vast nothingness. however, you never reach it. you double your inhuman pace and yet, nothing. oblivion, just a few steps infront of you, then it streatches appearing miles away, then back again. merely meters from where you step. a fucked up kind of tunnel vision. the vast change causes a swelling that makes you sick. but you cant stop running because something is chasing you. right?

“ellie!”

a venemous taunting shout. yet, the name rings sweet. you know that name. how do you know that name? more importantly who does it belong to? questions for later. all that mattered in this moment was the will to continue sprinting whilst overcoming the increasing nausea you felt due to a flaw in your eyesight. your thoughts are disrupted again by the second shouting of that same name, dragging this time.

“ellllllllieeeeee.”

its much closer now. paces away. you dont hear foot steps behind you but you are sure of it. whoever or WHATever was calling out in the forest would catch up with you.

but you knew that. because it already happened.

“ellie.”

a whisper in your ear. scarily close. as if she was centimeters away. her voice tickles your skin sending a cold shock up your spine that has you shooting upright, clutching your chest in search of air that your terribly vivid nightmare had stolen from you and you cant help but scream the first thing you can. the only word you remember-

“ellie!”

over and over and over again.

your screams come to a halt when the door slams open. it happnens before you realize there is even a door there. before you realize you’re in a semi empty room, alive. before you realize its her. its ellie.

she has fury in her eyes, stomping towards your direction with an unparalleled intensity. leaving you with barely enough time to fully grasp her existence before her hands find their way around your throat. as they have many times before.

“shut. the. fuck. up.” her face is leveled with yours, inches away. eyes pierce into yours threatening an ulterior motive as your screams dwindle into a mere whimper of her name. reality isnt quite tangible yet. you stink of confusion and are unable to bring your self to complete silence, causing you to babble still. “ellie?ellie..llie…” you mumble quietly reaching out to grasp the womans body infront of you searching for something, anything to bring you back to reality.

her gaze softens. ellie had a thing for damsels in distress. “shhh-shhh im right here.” ellie coos and brings both her hands to your cheeks. she probably shouldn’t be doing this, reluctant to frighten you due to the fact that her initial intentions with you were to take your life. as well as the fact that she rendered you unconscious, knocking you out cold and into your current state. shaking and terrified.

but you find solace in her calloused fingers that graze your cheeks anyway. a simple gesture aiding in your need for relief. “ellie?” you question. you aren’t fully convinced that the woman in front of you is the same person you met in the woods. the same ellie that chased you, taunted you, and promised to take your life.

no, this ellie was someone else entirely. she holds your face as if its glass, staring at you as if you were a stray animal she was to rescue. “yes.” she replies softly, stroking your cheek with her thumb. “i- i dont-.” Its all coming back to you now. and you cant help but feel overwhelmed by the sudden shift in her behavior. an overwhelming difference in demeanor, causing you to feel a familiar kind of nausea that you felt due to the tunnel vision in your dream. “shhhhhhhh-” ellie smooths her thumb across your forehead coaxing you into silence. “-you need more sleep.”

“ellie…..” her name leaves your lips again and this time she grins. its a small plea. ellie knows you only chant her name like this out of pure delusion, body and mind not fully adjusted to your consciousness. it doesn’t matter to her though, you call her name like you needed her to keep you safe. that was something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. it was a feeling she missed, but didn’t know it until now. ellie missed playing protector.

ellies grin stretches a little further and an image of a much more evil smile flashes in your brain. it was hers. that shit eating grin from your last encounter in the woods when she looked at you with killer anticipation, ecstatic to hunt you for sport. fear fills your eyes.

“y-you...you were going to kill me…” both of your bodies remain in this confusing embrace. your body tenses, afraid that her plans hadn’t changed. in fact she seemed so determined to dispose of you the last time you laid eyes on her you were certain your fate would remain the same. so when you see her entire body fill with regret at your question, it takes your breath away for a moment.

ellies breath hitches and her head falls lower for a moment, shifting the soft red locks atop her head downwards, creating a curtain for her eyes to hide behind. but the green of them cant help but shine through as ellie peers up at you. she looks almost embarrassed now. a sort of sadness floods her eyes, and her brows furrow in search of the right words to say to you in this fragile state. you watch her struggle internally for a moment, slender fingers still cupping your cheeks. her gaze drops pathetically after failing to find a way to explain. “I was-“

you flinch slightly and begin to pull away but ellies grasp tightens. “but Im not going to anymore okay? i promise.” she shakes away her fringe and bores her eyes directly into yours, hoping praying you could see how much she meant what she promised. the intensity of her actions was too distracting for you to feel anything but a giant lump in your throat.

you can’t help but widen your eyes at the vulnerability you feel from her right now. why did she change her mind? was it something that happened while you were unconscious? it felt like something of a miracle that someone could have this big of a change of heart. “why?”

her eyes close followed by a deep sigh, hands retracting from your cheeks at your inquiry of her motives with you. silence fills the room as she formulates another impossible answer to your question. ellie anticipated that her future would soon be filled with complicated inquiries, all equally difficult to surrender a truth to.

you use this time to observe her complexion.

ellie was, to say the least. captivating. old scars, fresh cuts, tanned freckles, sunburn spots, cover her completely. a blanket of damage engulfing her yet somehow, in this moment, she was ethereal. under the blue- grey cloudy light emitting through the cabins curtains, it paints her skin a pale shade of purple. you wonder how it was possible for someone so tortured, so calculatedly evil could be so elegantly featured. so…soft. uh oh.

you can almost find comfort in the fact that ellie was definitely one to be desired, even though the current situation betwixt you two was undoubtedly toxic. just as you start to grasp her a little harder, ellie begins to separate her body from yours. unable to give you the answers you wanted she decides it probably best if she distances herself. “im sorry, Ill give you some space.” as she slips away from your grasp you realize space is the last thing you wanted. to your surprise you missed the feeling of the strangers hands on your cheeks.

“wait!” you exclaim weakly, just loud enough for her to hear. “stay?” the feeling of embarrassment overcomes you moderately. you couldn’t believe that you were giving in so easily to someone you didn’t know if you could fully trust. someone who was prepared to leave you for dead just hours before. to tell the truth, you had always been a sucker for a pretty face. at this point you were sure it would be the death of you. “please.” you sigh, giving in to your need for her to be close. ellies body relaxes at your request.

she steps close to you again, then raises her hand to its former spot on your cheek. ellies breath quivers as she lowers her head meeting your gaze in search of any reluctance to have her close. that evil cloak formally adorning her eyes had been shed. no longer did they sought out to bring you fear, but offer immense amounts of care. you were convinced those eyes could say a thousand different things in the blink of an eye.

after staring for a few seconds she notices with each passing moment how desperate you become. she could tell your request had purpose. everything in your eyes showed how scared you were to be left alone. so she grants your wish. how could she not? after everything ellie put you through…you were owed.

a tilt of her chin in an upwards motion directs you to move over in order to make room for the woman on the bed next to you. when ellies hand leave its place on your cheek you cant help but shiver at the cool breeze replacing the once comfortably radiant feeling her palm offered you. you awkwardly shift as much as you can before ellie lifts the covers and crawls under, sharing cover with you. its warm. “better?” her voice vibrates through the mattress and you sink into its comfort. despite it being old, it offers a perfect amount of firm and softness needed for you to drift to sleep. you hum as ellie brings the blanket up to your shoulders. she tucks you in and leaves nothing but your head poking out of the covers and watches carefully while you doze off. the warmth of the blanket and ellies rapidly growing body heat overcome you.

you chuckle at the thought of how comfortable you felt in this moment. snug as a bug next to the woman you were sure was going to take your life. “what?” you hear her ask above you, amused by your sleepy outburst of laughter. but you dont answer, instead you lull yourself to sleep, and you realize, that if you listen close enough…..if you held your own breath and focused realllyyyy hard. you could hear the rapid thumping of ellies heart next to you. beating almost twice as fast as yours.

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day ?

am i crazy? is she crazy? god my head hurts.

ask ellie about WHY SHE WAS HUNTING YOU.

day 3

ellie says i cant leave. head still KILLS and sleeping is the only thing that helps. but when i sleep, i dream. she’s always there, ellie. the scary ellie. i wish she would let me go.

day 4

today was exhausting!!!! i got lost in the woods trying to hunt. stupid fucking clicker almost took me out but ellie saved my ass. i didn’t even know she was there. i think she was watching me????……sort of glad she was.

does this chick know how to have a conversation? she’s seems scared of me. kind of ironic……

day 6

ellie kept staring at me and scribbling in her journal? sketchbook? whatever. i think she was drawing me? i tried to ask but she gave me her usual

FUCK OFF

i may have teased her a little too hard

i saw an owl tonight. it was real close and stared at me for a while! ellie said she doesn’t like owls. who doesn’t like owls?

day 7

ELLIE IS A FUCKING

A S S H O L E

meany butt face

A S S H O L E

day 8

8 WHOLE DAYS. i need to get out of this fucking cabin. i found where i need to go. if ellie won’t let me, then ill have to find a way to go without her.

leaving here without ellie knowing is going to be harder than i thought.

day 9

i miss home

ellie knows how to make a mean canned ravioli. shes still an ass though.

day 10

ellie says we can go tomorrow! we are leaving this STUPID! FUCKIN! CABIN! im nervous to go back out in the forest but i feel safer with ellie around. she’s pretty good at this whole survival thing. i think that’s why she’s so hard to read sometimes. who knows the last time she let herself care for someone else instead of just looking out for her own ass. i can tell she is trying, but there hasn’t been a single day that’s passed where we haven’t fought about something big or small. ugh i wish she would just stand there, look pretty, and listen to me from time to time. but no. its always ellie knows best.

we will see how that flies outside of these shitty wooden walls.

day 13

i can’t feel my feet anymore. we have been walking for three days. the good news is that’s all i do. ellie insists on taking care of everything else. the hunting, cooking, scouting whatever. i think she likes it.

she can actually be funny when she’s not constantly acting like a hard ass.

on our first night out in the woods she snapped on me again. i was making too much noise and she thought choking me was the most effective way to shut me up. the woman has a thing for wrapping her hands around my neck. it worked. but it didn’t feel nice. she apologized, i could tell she really meant it. really actually regretted hurting the only decent company she’s had in years. shes been tolerable ever since then. almost sweet even, at night..we huddle for warmth. she swears its so we don’t get sick out here in the forest, but i think she sleeps better knowing im close.

day 14

today was perfect? me and ellie stumbled upon a waterfall and decided to leave the hiking alone for today. theres no rush to get anywhere anyways. we swam all day and when we got tired of that i watched ellie draw the falls in her journal/sketchbook

shes really good.

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day 15

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“ellie i know how to tie my shoes.”

“oh yeah? why do you trip every 10 minutes then?”

“i have flat feet.”

“oh fuck off.”

“cant. m’feet hurt ellie.”

ellie finishes her double knot on your right shoe mirroring the one she did on your left, then slaps the side of your foot and brings herself back to a standing position. you observe her handy work as she adjusts the pack on her back and shoots you a slightly embarrassed smile. ellie had made a habit out of babying you these last few days. “lets move you poor thing.”

and you two were back to walking. it was never ending. up hills, over rivers, down slippery slopes and rocky trails. night and day thats all there was. the only real obstacle in your way in this vast forest, endless and endless amounts of walking. you and ellie hadn’t encountered clickers, spores, even a wild animal or god forbid a-

“stop.”

ellies body freezes. each muscle straining in response to her cat like senses. you come to a halt at her command. “what-”

her body whips around in blink of an eye. her stance takes a quick sliding step in your direction, eyes blazen and afraid. a shivering pointer finger placed on her lips brings you to complete silence “shhhhh.”

her head nods indicating for you to mirror her actions. normally you would question her motives, how you hated being left in the dark. ellie had a habit of not clueing you in on what was going on around you. but in this moment you could see that whatever inquiry you had as to what prompted ellies stark change in behavior would do you no good.

so you obey her command. a quick raise of your own index finger to the plush of your parted lips and you hold your breath. ellie’s digit floats to the side of her head, tilting her fist so she’s pointing to her right ear. her mouth moves but there isnt an audible release. she over articulates a single word.

“listen.”

and everything is radio silence. suddenly the buzz of nature around you becomes muffled, almost as if you adjust your ears to seek out a different frequency. your eardrums are searching for something, a sound that would indicate a potentially troublesome scenario. why else would ellie make you tap into that specific sense?

then you hear it. louder than the wind, or the birds, the rustle of leaves. footsteps. human footsteps. the kind that are quick and sneaky, calculated. you hear them all around you.

you can’t help but remember, at one time in your life, the crunch of leaves under your feet during walks in autumn was a sound that brought you comfort. so satisfying. you always thought, the moment your foot came in contact with a perfectly crisp pile of leaves left in your wake. ripe for the stomping. now, that sound filled you with fear. crisp, calculated, creepy, crunching invading your ears. autumn would never be the same.

ellie can see you understand her motives when a look of terror seeps through your stare. “we are gonna have to ru-“

before a full sentence can leave your protectors lips. a whizzing sound zips through the air and falls flat, with a dart piercing ellies neck. her eyes roll into her head and her body goes limp, crashing onto the forest floor.

theres not enough time for you to scream before theres a sharp pain on your own jugular, and your own consciousness surrenders to black once more.

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drip.

drip.

drip.

dr-

a cool splattering on your forehead prompts the slow opening of your eyes. fuckkkkk everything hurts. u groan in pain. a guttural ugly moan of despair. you felt as if you had been laying on bricks.

it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, the first thing you notice is trees. vines, leaves blanketing your vision. theres something else though, something disrupting your ideal image of the sky. the heels of your palms rub into your eye sockets attempting to ease the blur. it works. but suddenly you feel much worse at what the betterment of your eyesight had to offer.

thick. black. steel bars. caging you in. every which way save the ground beneath you. you were literally, in a cage. sitting up takes more effort than it should. your hands smooth over the cool concrete bed underneath you in attempt to bend upright. then you realize this is no ordinary cage. might as well have been bricks you thought as you realized this was a cage designed not for humans, but for animals.

“never thought id be an attraction in a fucking zoo.”

thank god. THANK GOD. how you managed to avoid death twice was a miracle to you, even if you were in a cage. but to hear her voice? and be in one piece? “thank god, ellie? thought you were dead back there.” you squint in front of you, eyes not acclimated to the distance ahead of you. “sorry love, cant get rid of me that easy.”

cheeky, for someone in a very, unfortunate scenario. “been up long? seen anything?” you ask the woman hopeful for some answers, then her figure fades into view. her cage is the same as yours. overgrown and dirty, unfathomably uncomfortable. her shoulders drop and she shakes her head. “nah, been up for hours and nuthin’. im itching to see what these assholes look like.” her leg bounces up and down in an impatient- ticking sort of way.

i bet its been a minute since ellies had a real good fight.

“easy. they shot you with a tranquilizer dart from a pretty far distance ellie. we need to be smart about this.” ellie shoots you a distasteful look, one that reads; you dont think i can handle them? like she hadnt been the one taking care of you for two whole weeks. as if she didnt prove how good she was it this sort of thing from the moment you met her. ellie was ready to blow her fuse. “im only saying this cause i care-“ you state hoping to avoid conflict.

“-and i want us to live.” a scoff from the woman in the parallel cage. she breaks her death stare. “well ain’t you sweet.”

you can tell she’s still a little aggravated at your doubt, but you brush it off. ellie was as stubborn as they come. you had bigger things to sorry about than her fragile ego. the longer you two argued about nothing the worse your chances of leaving this cage got. you were eager for a taste of freedom. this prompted you stand on your makeshift concrete mattresses and attempt to scale the slippery rusted bars of your enclosure.

“stop it.” ellie says in a low, threatening tone. amused by her order, you cant help but scoff. this coming from the woman who was ready to throw hands with your mystery captors? as if. “make me, ellie.” it hits her ears like nails on a chalkboard. for once theres nothing she can do about your act of retaliation against her commands. your attitude triggers ellie to a stand and she quickly grips the bars of her own cage, squishing her face through the gaps, as if she was attempting to squeeze her way out. “i swear to god princess your gonna get us in fucking trouble. now get. down.” her body shakes as she strains her words.

nothing. you refuse to obey. your grateful for the barrier separating you two. at this moment your certain if ellie could have her way with you, her hands would be at your throat forcing you into submission. but right now? you were determined to save both your asses. even if it meant the auburn haired woman would be a complete and total cunt about the whole thing. watch you thought. watch me get us out of here and then you wont be ordering me around like a fucking baby.

“god damn-weren’t YOU the one talkin about being smart?” shes panicking now, running her fists through her hair in a fit of stress. ellie is pacing whilst watching how you maneuver your way up the slippery steel bars. if your captors didnt end up killing you for your attempt to escape, the impact of your skull on a stray rock or broken branch would. “prettyuh- good at climbing y’know…used tommph!.” a faulty grasp of your left hand slings half your body backwards. you catch yourself, and recover.

“jeeesus woman. just shut up and climb.” you smile a bit as you find your grip again. finally ellie was encouraging you, in her own way. you can hear her mumbling under her breath. “cmon..cmon..cmon…” the impatient ticking inside her returns tenfold. she bites her thumb-nail as her eyes are trained on your every move. each time your hand leaves its place on a bar ellie loses her breath. and can only exhale a shaky shallow release of oxygen when your hand secures is grip around the next pole.

this pattern goes on for two minutes. it felt like two hours to you both. ellie, bracing herself for you to fall. you, losing strength fast. but theres a sort of dent on one of the bars and you think its enough room for you to wiggle through. you think. you hope. “allllmosssttt…..got it!”

the little amount of strength you had left allowed you to hoist yourself up and through the steel bars of your cage. once most of your body is through you sit on the barred roof and catch your breath. “oh shit yea, baby!” ellies hand slaps the wall of her cage in celebration if your success. then she clears her throat at the accidental slip of her petname for you. ellie had called you many names, but baby? that was a first. she clears her throat and avoids eye contact with you. “careful coming down…”

you grin at her antics. ellie was obviously impressed, but she wouldnt say that. words werent exactly ellies strong suit. compliments left a sour taste on the womans tongue, it was hard for her to extend gratitude onto others. for whatever reason that was, was beyond you. luckily you had enough time to observe how she extended her appreciation in other ways over these past few weeks. ellie wouldn’t praise you verbally outright, but she had a wave of showing it. in her own way.

you make quick work of maneuvering over and off your cage in attempts to free ellie, a sigh of relief leaves both of your mouths when your feet hit the ground outside your cage with a thud. you brush off any remnants of grime on you and make your way to ellies cage. urgency was of utmost importance as of now, but you couldn’t help but slowly creep towards ellies cage. inching towards her like she was the wild animal they built the enclosure for.

“you gonna let me out?” ellie says is like she’s certain you will ditch her. her head bows in shame. i shouldve seen this coming, she thought. it wasnt until you heard the fear in her voice did you remember that this was an even opportunity you had. the ability to runaway from the trapped woman who had held you hostage long before you found yourself in the confines of your most previous resting place. you could leave it all behind now, leave ellie, now. how could you forget she was never apart of the plan? and so it was decided.

your back turns to ellie and you retreat 5 steps closer you the direction of your cage, towards the vast forest. you stop once you hit a pile of sizable rocks. sturdy enough to do damage, but small enough to hold in your hand. you bend at the knees to spare your back and pick up a rock that fits your standards and hold it firmly in your grasp. You watch as the skin on your fingers mold themselves around the muddy black stone, veins protruding as your grip tightens.

of course you couldn’t leave ellie. it had felt as if she was always there. like she was supposed to take this grueling journey to a save haven with you. and as much as you hated to say it, the woman knew how to survive. something in you thought maybe, just maybe you two were supposed to meet in the woods that stormy night. maybe ellie was meant to chase you, keep you, then show you the way to safety. maybe this thing between you two (whatever that was) was the key to both of your survival.

it was that moment that you realized, even though she did everything in her power to be tough, fierce, fast, clever….independent, that maybe ellie needed you, just as much as you needed her. so with one fell swoop of your arm, you hit the rusted latch with the compact sediment held tight in your palm, breaking the lock on your first try. “your like, kinda really fucking strong.” ellie says as she slowly opens the gate and watches as you heave from over exerting yourself. you drop the rock and scoff at the way she decided to phrase her remark.

“jesus-“ you grab ellies hand softly, in a grip thats so delicate because there was barely any strength left in your hands to make a full fist. “-shut up. cmon.” and as ellies own hand wraps itself around yours, you knew it was too good to be true. all of it. the ease of escaping, the warmth of her palm in yours. the skin. so when the back of a rifle came in contact with the side of ellies jaw not even two steps out of exiting her cage, you cant say you were surprised. shocked? yes. at the quickness of it all, and the blood.

her jaw unhinges to the left and her head spins to the side in the blink of an eye. blood spews from her lips, droplets flying so far to the side its enough to make you scream bloody murder. and you do. it’s milliseconds before your protector is on the ground due to the impact. you want so desperately to go to her, to make sure she was alright. but first things first.

you take a good quick look at ellies attacker and decide you had enough strength left to take him on. he was an older man, grey in all the places hair sprouted. (not that there was much of that going on anyway) he is wrinkly and sun scorched with a protruding gut. the kind of gut that was begging for your boot to kick it so hard that the old fuck would burst right then and there. you could take him, easy.

your body primed to pounce on the man but before you had the chance to let your fists fly yet another culprit in this fucked up kidnapping decided to rear its head. a tall blonde haired woman equipped with her very own rifle emerges into your peripheral, her gun is pointed directly at your head. “i wouldn’t.” your jaw tenses and your freeze.

ellie recovers from her injury inhumanly fast. her legs spring up and her jaw hangs open, maneuvering slightly to try and ease the throbbing pain the rifle left there. when she’s fully standing she spits blood directly into the ugly old man’s face. your heart rate picks up as you watch her wipe away the remaining blood oozing from the side of her lips with the back of her hands. ellie seethes. “you’re fucking dead.” and there it is.

gone is the ellie you had come to know over these past two weeks. it happens in a matter of moments. just as fast as the rifle collided with her jaw. just quick enough for the human eye to catch it. you watch as ellies soul leaves her body and all that remains is that empty shell of an evil, evil woman. and it scares you.

its almost as if she became superhuman. ellie takes not one punch, not two, but three full throttle swings from this full grown man, but nothing stops her charge. as a fourth hook was underway the relatively small target of a woman dodges it as swift as a bird then pacts a full impact punch to the old mans side. directly at his rib cage. you want to look away, the violence of it all stings your eyes. ellie isnt even ellie anymore, infact your sure in the state she is in pain isnt a factor for her at all. but every punch that lands on ellies body is like a stab to your heart. even if you were afraid of what she was capable of. especially right now, when the man had begun to get the upper hand on ellie making her fall flat to the earth.

“STOP!” you’re thrashing, screaming for the man to cease his assaults, but he doesn’t. infact it appears as every punch that followed pacts more force than the one before it. each time the mans fist retracts from ellies face more blood coats his knuckles, more of ellies blood. its a chilling sight. “please…youre going to kill her…” you’re sobbing now. the thud of each assault leaves a stain on your eardrums, but then you hear ellies laugh.

she heaves these unintelligible fucking giggles. menacing, drenched in mockery she is finding comedy? in this moment? life practically draining from her and shes filled with what can only be described as a humorous disposition. ellies chuckle starts off weak but builds the more hysterical she becomes. finally the man stops the fist flying.

“what the fuck…” the man groans, hes genuinely disturbed by ellies behavior, everyone is. its silent. theres the white noise of the forest, the birds, and ellies evil, delirious laugh. its terribly incoherent now, interrupted by the occasional hum to catch her breath. the girl had lost it. ellie was in a fit of her own delusions. the man tugs the top half of ellies limp body forward with a bunching of her clothes in his fist, directly under her neck. ellies laughter remains, her head bobs at the lack of support beneath her neck.

now this was an ugly man. the kind of man that gave you a bad feeling just by looking at him. the apocalypse had not been kind to his features. given his age you had deduced he must’ve seen alot in these trying times. right now however, the way his disturbingly unsettling face twists in shock as he observes her up close, you knew he had never seen anything quite like ellie. “this one’s lost it. not worth the trouble.” then he drops her back onto the muddy ground.

now you can breathe.

“get em cleaned up. and for christsakes make it snappy, linus wants them on rock duty.” then he was gone. that ugly, old, dirty, fucking- “get up.” before you could make sure ellie was okay the tall blonde had a stone grip on your warm and was pulling you in the opposite direction of the only thing that made you feel safe. you didnt care where they where taking you, whatever the hell “rock duty” meant, or what day it was. the only thing on your mind, was ellie.

unbeknownst to you, the only thing on ellies mind was the thing that constantly plagued her. the one thing that destroyed her time and time again. the thing that took away the ones she loved most. It ate and ate away at her until all that was left over was…

the only sign of life from ellie was her continuous mumbles of threat. you could hardly make out what she was saying as you were tugged away from her. you aren’t positive, but you could’ve swore you heard her say something along the lines of-

“gonna get you…”

“fucking dead….”

“……youre mine…..”

ellie had gone numb a long, long time ago. her taste for blood, revenge, the hunt….never really fully satiated. theres was no doubt that spending time with a group of raiders only made that craving worse. of course ellie didn’t want to become the thing she spent her whole life running from, but letting go of her wrongs felt so far out of reach for the poor woman. the more ellie tried to forget her past the more it haunted her, she became an amalgamation of regret and anger. ellie thought her brain was trying to tell her that was the life she deserved. this is what you’re best at, this is who you are.

so, as ellie lied in the muck mixed with her own blood, staring up at the breathtakingly blue sky, all she saw was red. im gonna kill every last one of these fucks. she thought of the most sadistic ways of getting back at the people who had brought her (you) here. even ones she has yet to lay eyes on. that didn’t matter to ellie though, she was going to rid the planet of yet another hoard parasites that tried to have its way with her life (your life). needless to say ellies immunity sometimes got to her head.

“get her up and hose her down, she lost the right to a real shower.” that was the last thing ellie heard before all the hurt she had tried so desperately to ignore finally consumed her. the last thing she heard before passing out due to the blood-loss and excruciating pain. ellie let herself succumb to the bloodlust fantasies hallucinations firing around her brain, and barely put up fight as her heavy lids sealed shut.

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a/n: ahhhhhhh i hope u enjoyed pls lmk what u think in the comments! (be nice) ayo why they always passing out tho ????? what do u think will happen next 👀 …..any inconsistencies u notice from pt1 to this are beyond me ! im sorry i literally took a 3 month break in btw chapters ! (not me going awol for 3 months and still depriving u of smut :/ crying i promise next chapter i WILL deliver) -xx ace

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comment if you would like to be tagged in pt. 3!

#ellie williams #the last of us #tlou2 #aces path #ellie the last of us #lesbian #tlou #ellie tlou #ellie x you #ellie x reader #ellie williams oneshot #williams ellie #ellie williams imagine #lesbian wlw #wlw #ellie williams fic

[emilyblame]

sooo... as usual, there’s a lot going on in the mv. right now i can’t make sense of anything but... all of this happnened:

i mean, what’s up twith the fish? where did that come from? what  am i missing?!

this is obviously about the ‘Midnight State’.

insert Skeleton reference here...

again with Midnight, and maybe ‘The Shattering’? I mean, in the Skeleton mv it was pretty obvious that what shattered was an hourglass, there was sand and glass everywhere before they entered Elsewhere.

what the actual fuck is this, though?

this phone is british, on the number for emergency it says 999. and it’s not the receptionist phone, hers was yellow.

random ear on a plate, because... why not.

the Devil on a swing, because... again, why not.

and this happened:

what.

i am more lost than i was with Why Do I?

loving it, though. fucking loving it.

#set it off #cody carson #maxx danziger #zach dewall #elsewhere lore #i feel like we kinda sidetracked from the original lore from Skeleton/Projector but ok

[cocogrrrl]

HI IM BACJ SORRY

It was such a weird dream omg so it happened after I woke up randomly at like 10am and went back to sleep til 11am (it was a weekend LOL) but I was in a dream going to sleep and so in dream 1 I felt my body like leaving my body while falling into dream 2??? It was wild. And then I flew n stuff HAHA but then I woke up again in dream 1 which was insane

I’m still not able to lucid dream regularly yet unfortunately :( but tips would be to do a dream journal where u log all the dreams + wake up while ur in REM sleep (so like 5-6+ hrs after u fall asleep) and walk around then go back to bed thinking ur gonna lucid dream

THE KYLE DESIGN IN THE KYMAN COMIC NEEDS ITS OWN AWARD LIKE I WANT IT FRAMEDDDDDDDDD also u can be honest if u like kyman………… if u were reading the fic that much to know……. /jokes xoxo

HEHEHEHEHEHE EEEEEEEE ME TOO THATS ME WHENEVER I SEE U UPDATE!!!!!!!! I am suddenly Megurine Luka.

-💫 anon

I THINK I GET THAT... like ur body sudden feels like its falling n all???AND YOURE JUST LIKE "WHATS HAPPNENING..." 😭 but that's crazy!! like u went to one dream to another then back to the original one????

i hope u master lucid dreaming!! id love to hear the stuff u get urself into :D ALSO THANKIE 4 THE TIPS i will follow them . soon

what eef the kyman shippers were the friends we made along the way........... /j

LITERALLY U BTW

#cocogrrrl talks! #💫 anon #sweetumssszzz!!!

[the-girl-who-cannot-be-named]

Okay, Jesus Christ I just finished the last two episodes of stranger things season four, and as a prime Eddie enjoyer you know I can’t just leave it like that, so hooo baby, we’re doing this shit, we’re making it HAPPNEN!!! We’re making fix-it-fics headcanons.

I literally just saw the last two episodes so maybe the headcanons are not the most canonically accurate but it’s better than nothing. I absolutely doubt it but if anyone reads this and wants to take bits and pieces for their own writing, by all means please do, just credit me.

MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4 AHEAD!!

Okay, first off, Eleven manages to fight off Vecna in time. Meaning the gang in the upside down is able to kill him before he kills Eddie or Max.

Max is lifted into the air and her arm is broken, so is a leg, but ultimately gets dropped before she flatlines. She passes out but she isn’t dead, Lucas cradles her in his arms until Erica can call her an ambulance.

Jason is still in the attic, the gate doesn’t open so he doesn’t die. He too is taken to the hospital. The kids are questioned by the police and the story is spun as an unjust assault against Lucas and Erica. All those involved in the assault face jail time, though Jason’s rich family bails him out.

Eddie lives, he’s banged up good but he lives. He thinks he may die, so he lays there in Dustin’s arms as the bats finally dissipate, he gives him his canonical speech before passing out.

Dustin assumes he's dead but has a twang of denial in him. When Steve, Nancy, and Robin return, they give him the best medical help they can and he ends up surviving.

The gate never opens as previously mentioned, and with vecna gone and no earthquake, they all have their happy reunion.

With the attack against Lucas and Erica, Jason becomes a suspect in the death of Chrissy and the brutal attack of max (they assume that her broken arm and leg are a product of him) and the story is spun from a satanic cult to an abusive boyfriend gone mad.

The town still hates Eddie, but at least he’s alive and gets to graduate

Max is in the hospital for a while, where Lucas often visits her. Jason was actually placed in a nearby unit, but after recognizing the two and entering a violent fit of rage where he nearly attacked the two again, he his switched to stay on the opposite side of the hospital, where he waits to face more serious charges.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson #eleven #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #will byers #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #steve harrington #robin buckley #vecna #stranger things headcanon

[flameintobeing]

people are like "you should support israel because horrifying things happnened to israelis" but i'm like. this is not a zero-sum game. this is not a competition - as long as people are dying, we're all fucking losing. israel must stop bombing gaza and pursue an immediate prisoner release/exchange, then pursue a more-general, more long-lasting (i wish??) diplomatic solution. i get why this is the focus and why many people's statesments get right to the dire point of demanding that israel cease fire. but at the same time... horrifying things happnened to israelis and i feel like people need to know. that's all - not "know and then choose a side, the right side" (israel is clearly not the right side here but again, i think "sides" may be too simplistic here) - just know that they happnened?

this is not even "you can hold more than one thing at the same time" - every single israeli person - probably many non-israeli jewish people too, idk - can't NOT hold the horrifying events of oct. 7 in their minds at all time. these are nightmarish horrors that happnened not far from where we live and to so many people we know directly/indirectly/are now hearing about in constant posts and articles. it doesn’t negate israel’s violence, it doesn’t or shouldn’t change our morality and our call for immediate ceasefire etc. but it has changed us forever and I think when people ignore these events (or fucking deny them) either from ignorance or from political strategy… well, it’s just weird, because how can you? reality exists beyond public statements. but obviously that's a very personal feeling

#personal

[ddontyyoukknow]

i havent been able to sleep well fro a couple of days now and ive tred to hard. i ve tried so hard all my life i rally have. adn if i left i would just leave a brenda shaped void in the hearts of everyone who knew me. i wasnever anything but a shell. and i really woudl like to jump ship into a shape that maybe poeple would like more. that i would like more. this isnt wokrin gnothing is working and nothin ghas been working for a while now i have been just a shell of a peros nfor so long now and not bieng able to sleep is the nlast nail of this so called coffin. the distain and no regard from poeple i recive is too much. i cant. after such little sleep i have no ability to handle an even slightly rude comment and none of my life happnening even though ive been being so good ive been tyring ive been beieveing nothing nothing goes my way my cat neds to wake me up all the time and i need to be married to the most aloof person the person who said they woud take care of me has lef me on my own emotionally and i just have no emotional cnnectin to him. my dad the wound of my dad has resurfaced to have grown up wth such a cruel cruel man in my life to have been shown such little regard for my importance to this day from one person who at the sametime claims to love me is the least validating situation if i am to believe himad n fin dit in my heart to love myself it cant happen. i think only one or the other can exisit and i dont htink i can let him in for a long while. i know the conversatin with him means geli wont be able to come and visit anymore. the daca stuff is crumbling, i feel so hopeless and scaed to jump into the deep end i am scared and i dot know whi will be there to catch me if i fall how can anyone epect me to catch kkuslef. i have noone. i have noone to catch me. who do i truly have? noon eunderstnads me and how can that be something that im not suppost to want. how are there peopel with best freinds knwo who knwo everything about htme. how are there ppl with othe rppl who just get them. how come noone gets me and how come i need to be so so alone. howcome poeple think tey get me butt hey really dont.  howcome im doomed to be a failiure. how come its not clicking. howcome i wasnt born in to a built in enviornment where i alwasy felt cozy and like i belonged. how come every since i was born my whole world has alwasy been rejecting me. how come noone ever wanted me. noone has ever ever wanted me. i have never wanted me. i have tolerated me.i have tolerated the fact that i am no skinny enough not pretty enough not smart enough not ntohing ges right nothing ever goes righ notining i can do will ever breed  apostoive result i cant do it it wont happen it cant happen because i was never wanted to begin with ti ha been an eternal pattern for me i am to be shunned and seen as a nuisance. no once not one time have i been welcomed with open arms and accepte for all of who i relaly am. i have never been able to give that to myself. they never ask the right questions and never really know me. i never really feel safe ive never really felt safe. all of the world and all of nature is consipiring against me trying to reject me like a foreign object in the body of the world. i am never honored and whaat i wants does not matter and wil never some to be. i must ben a shell forever. just a vessle to hold all the hope adn dreams of someone who was brave ebough to wish and feel. to ee those arounf me have all ive ever wanted. is so confusing. everything in my life told me i should shut up. told me its better not to dream. i am the dream keeper. i holdeveryones dream and i hold them true. i am able to hold your dream in my heart and ache for it. especially my own.i will never stop believe and it will never stop hurting. as the realization  sets in that it will never happen. my dream will never come true and niether will yours. 

[ithisatanytime]

WICCA PHASE SPRINGS ETERNAL - IT'S GETTING DARK (VISUALIZER)

 sam hyde has a new project called fish tank thats been live for about a week now, basically its a kind of streaming reality show where contestants all live in a house with cameras everywhere and the viewers can pay money to hassle them and torture them, i havent talked about his project even once i think on my blog even though ive been a sam hyde fan for years, and theres a reason, i think its fucking gay. part of me thinks thats the point, im really hoping and honestly do believe that this whole thing is gonna turn out to be a meta commentary on the fans of the show itself not the contestants, if that isnt the case sam straight up fell off. the thing is my sister wants to talk to me ENDLESSLY about fish tank and i dont care about it at all its not interesting to me, but my sister also talks to my mom endlessly about reality television, this is small brain girl shit, and it sucks. i think what happnened is sam did the whole idubbbz documentary and then was sickened like i was by the fan reaction to it, they wanted blood they wanted more drama, feminine faggot shit, i think (or hope) thats what inspired this fish tank idea and i believe that the youtube channels that have sprung up around the show to do clip compilations are in on the joke, i believe sam or someone from his crew is directly in contact with them helping them set the tone of the discussion and talking points. 

 for one the grand prize for surviving a month and a half of torture broadcast live on the internet was originally ten thousand dollars, and then 20 which is better but not much better, thats such a glaring oversight i refuse to believe sam or anyone associated with him would make such a mistake, even when the show was in its conceptual phase the cash motivation would have been one of if not the biggest topics of discussion, and the low amount of the prize already lead to real problems with the production, namely the contestants werent willing to put up with any sort of harrassment whatsoever before wanting to quit, DUH! i refuse to believe for even a fraction of a second sam would make a mistake that fucking stupid, i dont even believe any of the contestants are dumb enough to make a mistake like that. blah blah blah, the whole show is fake, the audience is the butt of the joke for being absorbed in reality tv show fag drama, i called it

#youtube

[popculturebuffet]

Given someone's ask from before, what are your thoughts on where some of Disney TVA creators are at and what they've done since leaving Disney like Alex Hirsch (aside from doing voicework in Owl House) executive producing Inside Job at Netflix, Daron Nefcy doing something at Nick (wonder how long it'll last given it's been 3 years since she joined), Craig McCracken creating Kid Cosmic at Netflix and running reboots of PPG and Foster's Home, Frank Angones writing for Kid Cosmic season 3 (1/2)

Sorry I haven't gotten to your amphibia ask i've just been super busy. And okay since you started it here: Alex: It feels like he hasn't WANTED to jump back into a full series. Given he cut a series Disney was BEGGING him to make three seasons short out of pure exaustion and has more ideas there, it's clear he's likely reluctant and feels better in a supporting roll. Daron Nefcy: That's where she went? Also no idea. But given how bad nick can be i'm not suprised her first project went nowhere. or her second or her third or her... Craig: I'm happy he went on to netflix which gave him not only a full series order for Kid Cosmic (which I need to watch at some point) but let him have as many or as little eps as needed> netflix series can suffer from having too many or too little episodes. He got just what he wanted, told the story he wanted then left. As for PPG and Fosters.. I was entirley unaware those were happening, please elaborate and i'm entirleys keptical they will keep happening given the curren tbonfire Frank: Good for him. Though it feels like a temporary gig. Like something to hold him over. hopefully till darkwing duck, but since that may not be happnening I hope whatever he does next treats him well. It felt lik ehe simply went to kid cosmic for it's last season because he was free, he and Craig are close from wonder over yonder and he had nothing else to do so why not team up again? Not his big next evolutionary step after helming one of disney's biggest shows. And sometimes creators can sit dormant for a LONG time before making another series and may just write and stuff.

[melting-tofu]

If requests are open, would you be able to do a first with Childe? Where Childe is very soft and perhaps the reader calls him Ajax?

Maybe you noticed the whole masterlist is ruined and looks lifeless now (ง ื▿ ื)ว will be fixed tomorrow... And not until it happnens I won't update it ಥ_ಥ

I'm sorry this came out later than planned, I was in writer block and my family was busy again, that’s a reason, and the other reason is tumblr somehow didn’t save my draft so I had to start over, my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.

First time with Childe ehe-

Note: Female reader, nsfw under the cut

→ Masterlist

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。Soft Childe supremacy

。He is really, really soft and gentle

。He’s so careful and afraid of hurting you

。Though he’s ready to mark you up wherever he wants-

。His bites aren’t too harsh so please don’t blame him ;;

。He loves your chest the most because it’s very soft bfdshbjckghj so expect things to happen

。Childe is pretty much a service top too on your first time, so he would do most of the work while all you need to do is to enjoy

。His tongue and fingers are strangely skillful, although he had never done this before with anyone

。He likes to trace kisses on your neck, shoulders, arms, hands, thighs....

。When he enters, he intertwines your fingers in his and starts as gentle as he can

。But he also often asks by himself, “Are you okay?”, “Did I overdo that? I’m sorry, I-I’ll be more careful from now on”, “It’s okay, we can stop if you want, I won’t be mad!” and such

。He would pet your hair, kiss you or lick away your tears to distract you from the slight burn- 😭

。His pace depends on how you like it, he only wants the best for you

。When you cry out his name, he’s a bit surprised, if it wasn’t his real name then he would jump more

。 “Princess... say my name again...”, “I said my name.”

。That’s when you realize he wants you to call him “Ajax” 🥺

。You’ll be sure to repeat it over and over that night

。He makes sure to make you come at least thrice before thinking of his own release, he just feels like it’s the right thing

。Childe is always a softie for you, and even much softer during aftercare, he does his best to clean both of you up, would run a warm bath and/or get you anything you need such as snacks or drinks

。Please, he loves it when you fall asleep on his chest!

。If you want him to be soft next time just tell him tomorrow <3

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe smut #tofu.writes.ns

[deidaratheartboi]

Mondays

Sakamaki Group Chat Ayato: It's Monday Reiji: So? Ayato: Because it's Monday Reiji: What's so bad about Monday? Atayo: It's soooo sloowww. Reiji: What about Tuesday Ayato: Faster but, not fast enough Reiji: Wendsday? Ayato: UGHS THE MIDDLE OF THE WEEK IS EVEN WORSE! Reiji: Thursday? Shu: Makes me wanna punch it for not being Friday Reiji: So I'm guessing Friday is nice right? Kanato: The only day of the week I like Ayato: But, for now it's Monday. Reiji: Then do something. Ayato: I don't know what to do! Reji: Well what do you usually do? Ayato: Stare at the wall until it's Tuesday Kanato: I eat sweets because I'm too depressed to do anything else. Shu: I do what I normally do Laito: I look in the mirror and tell myself how fabulous I am. Reiji: How about we go to the park huh? Ayato: F i n e Shu: I guess Laito: If it messes up my hair I am o u t. Subaru: Ughs Kanato: I'm staying --------------------------------------------------- At The Park (Not texting btw) Subaru: This is stupid Ayato: Just like you saying stupid every 5 seconds Laito: Did that dog just pee in my bag? Shu: Looks a lot like Shin's dog Reiji: It is .-. Shin runs over to them. Shin: What's up? Sorry about him perhaps he doesn't like the way your bag smells? Laito: I'll have you know everything in there smells like roses! Shin: Yeah yeah but, if I were you I'd get a entirely new bag. Laito: Hmph Reiji: Where is your brother? Shin: He went out with y/n to get some kind of stuff for a cake or something? They bake stuff like every Monday I don't see how someone finds the strength to do anything on Monday though. Shu: Tell me about it Reiji: You hardly do anything on any day. Shut up Shin: Anyways, see ya around. He leaves the park. Laito: My beautiful bag!!! Suabru: Where did Ayato go? Ayato: Run! Subaru: What did you do? Ayato: I hit a kid with a ball and the mother was mad and I cussed her out and now her husband is coming! Reji: Idiot. --------------------------------------------------- Somewhere In The City Laito: I never knew humans were filled with such stamina. Shu: He couldn't catch us though

Laito: Speak for yourself Shu: You were carrying a bag with who knows what in it. Subaru: Where the hell are we? Reiji: I'd say uptown Subaru: But, what where? Carla: What are you guys doing here? Subaru: Lost Ayato: And, it's Monday Reiji: Can you stop with the Monday nonsense? Carla: I can take you guys back Ayato: Would be nice Carla: Gotta tell y/n I have to go right quick and we're off. --------------------------------------------------- Sakamaki Mansion Ayato: Home! Shu: Never going out again Reiji: For once I agree Laito: I'm gonna order a new bag Subaru: Gonna go punch a wall Kanato: What happnened? Reiji: C h a o s

#diabolik lovers texts #reiji diabolik lovers #shu sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #laito sakamaki #diabolik lovers kanato #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami

[yamasbatcave]

There’s so much happnening on this screen that I don’t even know where to begin

#yama plays xenoblade #yama games #xenoblade #xenoblade chronicles 2 #rex #nia #tora #poppi #roc #boreas #he's there on the left above poppi

[hypexion]

Voyage of the Damned is an episode title that really comes at you. It tells you that this isn’t going to be a funtime Christmas episode. Instead, everyone dies. Well, not everyone. Just almost everyone.

The setup for Voyage of the Damned is “The Titanic, IN SPACE“, which tells you that things are about to go horribly wrong. Space aliens (who look exactly like humans) are cruising past Earth for some funky Christmas fun. But soon things go wrong! Oh noes!

Before things go wrong, Voyage of the Damned lures you in with its Christmas charm. The Doctor goes to a party and meets some nice people. He even goes to Earth, where he finds that everyone has left London due to impending disaster. Some old guy fills in the Doctor about this development, who will later return as Wilf, a top-tier one-off companion. And also grand-dad of Donna Noble.

You are also lured in by Astrid, played by special guest star Kylie. Astrid has big companion energy, with a backstory and yernings that make her seem like a perfect TARDIS friend. However, Voyage of the Damned is where having big companion energy starts becoming equal to having lots of death forshadowing. Thus, Astrid, who has many companion traits such as kindness, gumption and drive is tragically killed by Voyage of the Damned‘s need to kill, and the BBC’s inability to hire Kylie full-time.

Speaking of its need to kill, Voyage of the Damned is unrelenting in the way it unfolds. Once things go wrong, they go wrong to the maximum possible degree. One guy gets shot, most people get wiped out by the meteors, and then the Hosts murder most of the survivors. This is not happy Christmas viewing. The collapsing ship provides most of the danger, but there’s also killer robots, just to spice things up.

Voyage of the Damned reaches the peak of its bloodlust in the bridge scene. First, Morvin dies by stepping to the side. Which is ridiculous. We already know how dangerous the ship is - a guy got sucked out into space. Then Bannakaffalatta sacrifices himself to stop the Hosts, which actually works because we’ve had a bit of time to get to like him. Then Foon does a sacrifice, and it’s honestly just redundant. Also it comes of as mean-spirited that the characters demeaned for being poor and large die horribly. Are unintentional classist themes really the true meaning of Christmas?

Once half the cast has been somewhat pointlessly culled, we finally get to find out the villain behind all of this. Via some clever Doctor trickery, he gets the Hosts to take him to their leader. Turns out Max Capricorn is a loser and murdered a bunch of people because rich people are dicks. There’s some stuff about anti-cyborg discrimination going on which feeds into the motivation here, but it doesn’t quite work. Is it meant to be about ableism, or homophobia, or what? The general concept seems like it should be an ableism thing - both cyborg characters are like that as a consequence of medical issues. But Astrid has a line about cyborgs being able to get married, which is more associated with gay rights.

Anyhow, Max is defeated when Astrid uses her companion drive to forklift him to death. Except because we can’t have nice things in Christmas episode Voyage of the Damned, this kills her. Hooray for more angst, I guess. Then later, Astrid survives! Yay! Except only as a space ghost, which is pretty bittersweet, but at least she gets to fly around and see new places.

Of course, once Astrid was gone, Russel T. Davis decided that no, he hadn’t gone far enough in Last of the Time Lords. The Doctor declares himself the highest authority, and literally ascends, carried by angels, to the control. What. Why does this happnen? How is The Timeless Children not inevitable, when the Doctor is already being treated as a literally god!? Some religious groups got a bit cross at this, which is understandable because it’s just really over the top and not in the good way. Sometimes, subtly is a thing that is good.

The ending of Voyage of the Damned is just the generic ending, really. The Doctor does a Doctor thing to save the world (oh yeah the world is in danger again can these specials never be local). Side characters go off to disappear. The Doctor then hops in the TARDIS to go be sad about Martha leaving, probably.

So, what’s the conclusion on Voyage of the Damned? I... don’t know? It’s honestly kind of weird. It’s surprisingly dark, especially for a Christmas episode. The villainous motivation is meh, and the stakes honestly feel overblown. There’s nothing really wrong with the execution, although some of the stuff maybe shouldn’t have escaped the cutting room. Well, I suppose one of the Tenth Doctor Christmas Specials had to be the worst, and Voyage of the Damned probably claims that unprize for itself.

#doctor who #Tenth Doctor #voyage of the damned #doctor who rewatch

[stalkerkyoko]

Primal- zombie ep  from apirl fools

10/12/2020

Where’s my S2    Gēmusetto Machu Picchu

everything from apirl fools happnened

#Primal #Gēmusetto Machu Picchu

[mittens-220]

Hatamaou Short Story “Risk Your Life While Working, Dullahan!” Summary

This is actually a very old short story, but I recently dug up the summary thread on the Chinese forums after remembering it exists. This is basically the events of the first 2 volumes from Dullahan’s point of view. And some part in volume 3 when Dullahan II was bought and Dullahan’s original light was installed on it.

2 weeks after that incident in volume 1, Emi would go over every day to spy on them. This day, nothing much happened, she felt bored and tried to ride Dullahan, but she did not need to buy a bicycle. As she got off, because she did not park it properly, she was almost hit by the bicycle as it fell over. Just as she set it upright, Maou opened the window and shouted, "Isn't that enough, coming over everyday just to spy on us! I'm going to report you for stealing the bicycle!" Emi said, "Weren't you able to take the bicycle home because I was your guarantor, would reporting me for stealing the bicycle bring you any benefits?!"

Flashback section, because Maou did not really know how to ride a bicycle, Dullahan was frequently injured ever since it was bought, his loyalty would not be shaken because of small injuries like this, but recently, after meeting Emi, he became more seriously injured, frequently getting knocked onto the ground and even had his tire burst, feeling that he was going to be broken beyond repair soon.

Back to the main text, Emi was saying "Who would want to steal such a battered up bicycle!" Maou said, "Either way, today is my break and I will staying at home, hurry up and leave." Even though Emi did not believe it, but she also wanted to leave. Before she left, she talked about her eating sushi with Chiho, asking him to quickly repair his relationship with Chiho. Dullahan's perception of Chiho was, that person who became more proactive ever since the day Emi appeared. When Lucifer appeared, he also saw Chiho run out in tears, but Maou did not ride him after that, so he didn't know anything about what happnened afterwards, only seeing Emerada and Alberto being brought back by Emi, then saw Maou carrying Ashiya and Lucifer back. That day, Dullahan heard that Maou was a demon, but he did not understand what a demon was, only trembling because he sensed that his master had an unknown secret.

Some time passed after that, and everyone, including Emi, felt that Suzuno was very suspicious. Not long after, Chiho came over with a very scary expression on her face, Dullahan concluded that she came to declare war, so what kind of tragedy would his master get into. However, all of them came out normally, it was just that there was an additional person eating together with them. After that, when Maou came out pushing the bicycle, he was pulled over by Chiho to chat. Dullahan, being more sensitive than Maou, realised this is a form of attack, and he felt that ever since that day he heard about "Demons", Chiho finally sorted about her feelings. Then Chiho confessed.

At that moment, Maou stopped the bicycle, and his grip on the brakes was 50% stronger than normal, but before Maou could reply anything, Suzuno butted in, and Dullahan was suddenly snatched by Chiho and she ran away. Because she was cycling so fast, the heat from the friction was so hot that he felt it was painful, and he prayed with all his might to the deity of bicycles that he would not encounter a huge disaster such as falling over. When the bicycle was stopped in front of Chiho's house, Dullahan objectively analysed the differences in feeling when being ridden by a man and a high school girl. In the end, because Chiho was too ashamed, she did not realise that she had snatched the bicycle and ran. After that, Chiho was extremely happy that she successfully confessed.

Dullahan did not know how the relationship between Chiho and Maou would change from now on. When Chiho apologised to Dullahan, Dullahan suddenly had a very bad feeling. After that, when Chiho rode the bicycle to MgRonalds, she apologised normally as if the confession had nver happened. As a bicycle, Dullahan only hoped that his master could lead a stable life with some exciting elements.

Dullahan, who felt tired because of human relationships suddenly felt a chill, but he did not know where it came from. After 9pm, Emi accompanied Chiho home, Dullahan sensed that there was another set of footsteps behind the pair. After some time, Maou ran out holding a mop, getting on the bicycle and rushing. Dullahan felt he was a battle horse carrying Maou and rushing forward. However, the traffic was jammed because of various reasons, Maou rushed forward without caring about anything. Experiencing many close shaves, if a bicycle could break out into cold sweat, Dullahan felt that he would have been covered in cold sweat already.

Then from what Maou said, Dullahan deduced that something might have happened to Chiho, and it suddenly became determined, because he was the only one who could send Maou to Chiho, he must risk his life to finish this mission. Maou broke a few traffic rules one after another and encountered a red light, the police were shouting as well, but he could not stop. As a result, Dullahan suddenly felt that he was flying. Even though he only flew for three seconds, it was something which went against the laws of the universe. He was unharmed after landing, Maou continued to cycle forward while covered in sweat, and praised Dullahan "As expected from the prized mount of the Demon King."

After more than 10 minutes, they finally reached the bottom of Tokyo Metropolian building, discovering Sariel's barrier, Maou rode inside after breaking the barrier, saying "Dullahan, I am counting on you on the return trip as well" continuing with his rush towards the high rise building. At this moment, in Dullahan's narrower field of vision because of the broken front headlight, Suzuno appeared with a huge hammer. At that moment, Dullahan decided to step forward bravely, helping Maou block the huge hammer. When his whole body broke apart, only one wish was left in his heart.

Going straight to the beginning of Volume 3, Suzuno bought a new bicycle to compensate Maou, Maou took off the reflective panel from Dullahan and installed it on the new bicycle. The moment he stuck it on, the new bicycle saw the memories of Dullahan, it was Maou groaning about why Dullahan could not be fixed. The new bicycle knew that the old bicycle was broken by Suzuno, and was surprised why it was Suzuno who bought him. At that time, Maou still missed Dullahan very much, and with his identity as Demon King, he was very grateful that Dullahan helped him rush over to save Chiho and Emi. The memories in the reflective panel caused the new bicycle to know about the main characters, and he also knew that Dullahan's last wish (regret) was that he was unable to send Maou home. Then the new bicycle was named as Dullahan II, and he decided to devote his heart and body to fulfil the wishes of his master.

END

Thoughts

When Dullahan broke, I felt more sad than I should.

It was funny to know that Dullahan could actually objectively analyse the difference between a man and a high school girl riding on him lol.

#hataraku maou-sama! #the devil is a part timer #hataraku maou-sama

[chaotic-aus]

There were few time in her life that Yagi was disappointed in the people he swore to protect this was defiantly one of them.

Being part of a cluster opened his eyes to many things he didn’t notice before like how others treat the quirkless.

Seeing it through izuku’s eyes(literally) was alarming and painfully. He was enraged using more force then necessary when dealing with villains, then once he had calmed down he started to wonder how he could help the quirkless.

He blused a bit when the members of his clustered suggested a few things while nana tried to convince izuku this was necessary not only for him but for all the others who lack a quirk in the present and future.

‘look Izuku i promise that going to the police won’t hurt Bakugo-san, in fact it will help him it will show him what he is doing to wrong and allow him to correct himself.’ he was thankful that nana seeemed to be making progress in getting izuku to tell the athorityes.

‘but what if-’ izuku was intrupted by second

they could feel the guilt that was coming from second and understood it when he spoke, ”are you the only person that he hurt?” they could see brief flashs of other faces scared and burned,” they aren’t safe either because of that boy and your school someone needs to save them will you be that person or abandon them like other have done?!”

‘dud that is low!’ banjo said but none of them could deny that it worked, as they could feel izuku determination burning.

‘I’ll tell my mother...can one of you be with me when i do?’

‘of course kid, we would be there i even if you didn’t want us there’ nana said smiling bright. all might herd a door open making him look up from his desk, it was his PR manger ‘should have paid more attention to the clock’ japans number one hero thought to himself as his manger sat acrros the desk.

“okay so what did you wan to talk about?” she was stright to the point as alway and very skilled and efficient sometime to the point of being scary.

“on a reciet walk, in my civilian form, I had happened to overhear a conversation between two middle schoolers. one of them had told the other that if he wanted a quirk so badly he should take a swan dive off the school roof.” he could see the contined fire in her eyes, “all while burning the other students shoulder with his quirk. i wasn’t able to talk to both of them but the quirkless one i was able help them treat there shoulder and i tried to convince them to tell the police, after he vented to me about the other student, but they did want to harm the other chances of getting into a hero school.” it was only years of practice that kept yagi’s voice even.

“there are a long list of things we can do about this but you should expect a instant change this is a problem of prejudice!”

“i know but i don’t plain to stand by while people are being harmed because there lack of a quirk.” that seemed to be the right thing to say because his manger smiled.

“good the first thing that needs to be done is research perpare some talk shoes, would you happnen to know how to contact the quirkless student?

“he was wearing his school uniform so i could probaly find his school and i gave him my number if he needed help”

“get in contact with him if you can, mean while I’m going to do some research and email what I find. you so own me for this because i can already tell im going to find some really unpleasant things” Yagi only laughed but he knew she was right many unpleasant things indeed.

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izuku tried to calm his frantic heart as he sat the table for dinner, he ate in silnce for a while he didn’t even know where to start this conversation.”izuku is something wromg?” 

the younger greenette’s gaze snapped away from his plate, ”n-no i mean yes” inko put down her chopsticks giving her son her full attention, “i-it about school my classmates and teacher they don’t treat me kindly beacuses of my lack of q-quirk.” if izuku was looking at his mother he could have noticed the rage that crossed his mothers face briefly. gentaly she asked if bakugo was helping him, ”n-no h-hes the worst of them.”

then with speed one would expect of a women of her size she moved around the table and wrapped her arms around her son, who broke down there crying  into her shoulder wraaping his arms around her afried she might disapper

#my hero acadamy #sense8