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archivalofsins · 8 months

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My toxic Milgram fan trait is wanting to normalize being a little hater. Like actually stop trying to justify voting a character Guilty it's so fucking pointless and drenched in hypocrisy it'd be much simpler to say I hate them and move on.

Oh, but Gunsli, you wouldn't do that with a character, would you? Yes, and I plan too. I don't think people understand how little I care about people knowing my biases and exactly why I have them. So, for anyone interested in knowing.

Yeah, I hate Kotoko on an ideological level.

I am not interested in her second song, her crime none of it- I fucking hate this lady. The best Milgram is getting from me is either abstaining from voting or voting her guilty every fucking day of those three months. Bu-but why? Well, I don't really have to explain why I can just hate her like I said. I don't need a reason.

Well, it's because she jumped the other prisoners right- Because she jumped Mikoto and threatened to kill him, right? And you like Mikoto that's your bias, right?

22/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Mikoto: Ah, Koto-chan. It’s been a while. Both of us have kinda split off from the group, but how’ve things been? A lot’s happened, but fr now let’s try to get along. I mean, it’s your birthday today, right? I got the feeling nobody else was going to do anything, so I came to celebrate.

Kotoko: ……how carefree. It doesn’t matter, a villain like you won’t be forgiven next time either. And when that time comes, it’ll be the end for you. I’ll make sure of it myself.

Mikoto: Ahh?? Just try and do it, you nutjob. I’ll crush anyone who hurts me…… You’re gonna be totally beaten at your own game……! [TN: The word “me” here uses first person pronoun “boku”.]

Kotoko: Hm. The border between the two is getting a lot vaguer. Your entire existence is a crime. And I will see you’re punished for it. That is what Milgram, and Es, and I have chosen.

Like, Gunsli I could understand if you didn't want to vote her Innocent because of that we all have our favorites we're only human.

Mikoto ain't a bitch like Shidou he can take care of himself. I ain't worried about ya'll girl she ain't about it, she a coward, she needed to order weapons because she really ain't that good. Hope she ordered herself a shield during trial two because she's going to need it. I'm sorry Mikoto better figure it out. Love him but uh nothing I can do about that if he gets killed by Kotoko I'll just be disappointed in him.

Outside of that I already didn't like her before she did that stuff. Well, damn what the fuck did she do? Nothing but be herself. I don't like her. I don't believe she's a good person. I don't think she's doing what she's doing now or did what she did before for anything other than the satisfaction of herself.

I find her mentality a direct threat to my personal safety for various reasons and will not support it. How about any of you guys try growing up and going to high school during the resurgence of fascism? Having people walk around armed with military grade weapons as you're just trying to get a book from a bookstore. All while stating they're going to make the world better through violence and see how you feel about people with Kotoko's mindset afterward.

See how any of you feel about it when you're at the receiving end of constant persecution based solely on how people like you are reported on in the news. Something that is never biased, as we know.

Like she was doing a good thing- To some in some people's opinion! I don't have time to argue about why this sort of mindset is dangerous to people who've never lost a thing from it, and I'm not gonna! I'm tapping out before her trial even starts. I did my investigation already I do not care.

So, everybody can miss me with that she killed bad guys shit because I recognize that I just think she's just as bad as they are and knows it.

I'm never voting her Innocent (Forgiven), it's a kindness I'm even considering not voting her at all. Unless I'm getting something out of voting her that way like a secured Amane and Mikoto Innocent verdict she can kick rocks.

Fuck her, the ideology she espouses, her justifications, the hill she lives on, the hill she'll die on and the horse she rode in on.

The worse sort of person to me is some nosey entitled son-of-a-bitch that comes into my life telling me their actions are going to make the world better by any means. So, if I have a problem with how they do things I can either shut up or they'll shut me up. Because useless weaklings should just be quiet and let themselves be protected by them.

Fuck that I'm not agreeing with that because that sort of thinking ends with people who look like me dead. Someone would have to have me all the way fucked up if they thought I'd agree to letting her of everyone here back out into society. There are enough people like that in my immediate vicinity to my ever-growing discomfort already.

So, yeah normalize hating a bitch for no reason. Normalize not having to explain yourself because I'm not about to hurt my own feelings trying to explain how this mentality is dangerous and harmful to people who don't care. Because they'll never see this behavior as the issue it is.

Simply put it's not about anyone else's ability to understand my reasoning behind my actions. The thing most important to me is that I understand the reasoning behind my beliefs, and I at least put forth an effort to interrogate those. Even if through interrogating those things I arrive right back at the answer I started with.

I at least understand why people like Kotoko at the end of the day and recognize this is my bias alone. While fundamentally understanding how someone feels about any of the characters in Milgram doesn't define who they are as a person or what they're willing to let others get away with in the real world. So, I don't feel like I have to defend disliking anyone or how I vote a character because it's my opinion.

I'm just gonna do what's best for me and keep it moving. If she wasn't a character in a piece of media, I'd care more, but she is. So, I can recognize her good qualities. Those are however outweighed by the multiple red flags and sirens consistently going off every second because of my background belting the words,

WARNING! WARNING! IMMINENT THREAT TO SAFETY!

As though I've entered a fucking sundown town at sunset. There is nothing in me that doubts this bitch would commit a hate crime and is therefore someone just unsafe for me to be around. Avid defenders would be like "Um sweety is it a hate crime to get rid of child abductors and criminals?"

I don't know, has anyone seen the film The Birth of A Nation or looked over the historical context around criminality? Or just read how the news reports on people who deviate from norms committing crimes regularly in contrast to how they report on the dominant culture committing crimes? No, I don't think anyone put that much effort into interrogating the ideology of the good looking subtly gender nonconforming lady.

Because they said oh bad guy bad, news said so- So, they deserve to be killed Kotoko is so right go off girl boss.

So here,

Kellie-Jay & the Neo-Nazis | Shaun One hour, fifty-six minute, and fifty-seven seconds long.

How Police Make Up The Law (ft. LegalEagle) | Philosophy Tube Forty-eight minutes and fifty-six seconds long.

The Hidden Rules of Modern Society | Philosophy Tube Forty-four minutes and fifty-four seconds.

The Americanisation of Blackness. TheStoryteller Twenty-eight minutes and fifty-seven seconds.

Triumph of the Will, or, "Yes, You Might Be a Fascist" | Cinema Antifa Twenty-two minutes and fifty-three seconds long.

How Black Americans Monopolized Racism Foreign Man in a Foreign Land Eighteen minutes and twenty-three seconds.

The Cultural Gentrification of Black Britain | EXODUS TheStoryteller Fourteen minutes and ten seconds.

The Need for Gangs? | TheStoryteller Twelve minutes and twenty-six seconds.

Why You Shouldn't Watch The Birth of a Nation (AND WHY YOU SHOULD) | Brows Held High Ten minutes and forty-nine seconds long.

There's a lot of videos that go over a good deal of the things I think about when considering Kotoko's case and mentality. So, anyone interested can go and take a look over this information and think for themselves whatever they want. I won't be discussing this because a lot of people in my opinion are very willing to cut off their brains and let Kotoko get away with whatever just to make themselves feel good.

People liked to discuss how Futa was radicalized through the Internet yet continue to ignore the clear radicalization of Kotoko through mainstream media. People all over widely accept everything put into mainstream media as true or unbiased. Because unlike the internet people believe mainstream media cannot lie without repercussions. Yet this is not always the case and the fact that Kotoko is so willing to end other people's lives over uncertain or extraordinarily little information based off the bias judgements of others as she continues to do even now is an issue to me and something I do not personally agree with.

Especially considering how mainstream media can be biased and get things wrong. She's just looking at what appears to be a more reputable source, a source with more authority than the internet mob then going it must be true because they said it. Just like how no one fact checked Es when they claimed that they were considered an adult in Puerto Rico and Haiti because why would Es lie? Why would the news lie? When has law enforcement ever forced a confession out of anyone or arrested the wrong person.

As a news article sits in Harrow about the jumping, we know Kotoko did with the police stating they assume the assaulter was a man. Not even going into the news articles that stated people paid to have information buried. But yeah, the information she had is much more concrete than whatever the hell Futa was basing his shit off of.

#gunsli rambles

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korereapers · 2 years

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Title: Wet dreams

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Freddy VS Jason, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th

Pairing: Freddy Krueger/Jason Voorhees

Tags: mid dubious consent, mentions to everything Freddy has done, and honestly this is PWP

AO3

Jason sleeps, most of the time, anyways. It's usually dreamless, just resting, like a bear hibernating before going for the hunt again. Bounded to this place, to this lake that is his life and death, that keeps him alive and yet eternally drowning.

He dreams about drowning, sometimes. His voice doesn't come out when he does, even when he wants to call for his mama, because the lake is cold and merciless and he doesn't know how to swim. Because he feels small and helpless, yet again, even if it's just a passing cloud in the sky of his mind.

He is not small and helpless anymore. He misses his mama, still. He feels her with him, but he does miss a warm embrace. Safety. Love.

For love, he hunts. For love, he kills. Like his mother did for him.

The dream is not about drowning and feeling weak this time, strangely enough. There is steam and pipes and it all looks familiar but it's not what he is used to. He has made the cold and dampness of the lake his home, and this is nothing but a strange change of pace.

Gloved hands ghost over burning pipes, but pain doesn't come to him easily anymore. He doesn't even flinch, and just blinks slowly, because the place seems to be made of fire, and for a moment, he wonders if he is in hell.

Isn't hell in the depths of a lonely lake, though?

"Oh, but you're right this time. This is hell."

Jason would recognize that voice anywhere. He grunts, his fists up, knowing that in the dream he is not holding any weapon.

"Hell, and home. Aren't they one and the same?"

Jason's eyes look frantically for the source of the voice, but it seems to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Like a whisper in his ear, posing questions, giving answers.

"Welcome to my home, then."

And then, he sees him.

Freddy Krueger gingerly sits on some stairs, the knives on his gauntlet moving idly, and Jason doesn't know if the gesture is meant to be casual, or if Freddy is just like a playful cat assessing his next prey.

"I didn't bring you here to fight, you know."

Jason keeps his fists raised.

"Oh, fuck you too, dumbass. Just listen well."

Jason waits, clearly against his will. He knows he is at a disadvantage here, in the dream world, but that doesn't mean he is not ready to give this excuse of a man a beating. He is rotten to the core. He smells of it. Of evil and bad intentions. Of someone who would hurt the weak just for pleasure. Because he can.

"Ever heard of a wet dream? Nah, of course you haven't."

Wet dreams are the only thing Jason has. Drowning, and dying, and drowning, and-

"I don't mean you and your stupid lake," Freddy grunts, clearly annoyed. He seems to be able to read his thoughts, and it doesn't surprise Jason. In the dream world, Freddy is king, God, and the Devil. "For fuck’s sake, anyone told you about the kind of dreams adults have?"

Oh.

Jason has had those, sometimes. He hates those, he ends up feeling unclean, and no water seems to be able to get rid of that. Even when he was… well, more alive, they were more of a hassle than anything.

"This is that kind of dream, asshole," Freddy says, and suddenly, he is in front of him, pushing him and making him fall to the ground. In the real world, he wouldn't even bulge, Freddy's strength puny and insignificant against his own.

The dream world is a whole different matter, though.

He feels a shoe against his groin, and Freddy smirks when this time, Jason does shudder.

"A masochist? Fuck, you're just my type."

Rage fills him like molten lava, and he grabs Freddy’s leg, lifting him effortlessly and smashing him against the wall, the pipes exploding against his body, making him howl in pain. Nothing is enough to hurt Freddy in the dream world, but Jason still takes the satisfaction and goes with it. He keeps him there with one enormous hand, watching him squirm.

“I like them feisty, too.”

That’s when he feels a sting on his chest, and he knows that Freddy has cut him. He was so busy holding his head, he forgot about the claws. It’s nothing he cannot deal with, but still, he stops. He knows a warning when he sees one.

Freddy seems to have dislocated a shoulder, his nose also broken and bleeding, but he cracks the joints in place, and the nose seems to get back into shape in a couple of seconds.

“Are you fucking listening now? Shit, I’m not even trying to be subtle.”

Jason absentmindedly touches the wound on his chest. It’s not deep, but enough to draw blood. And water. Water pours from the wound, because he is literally a walking corpse, a drowning victim.

“That’s kind of gross, but who am I to talk?” Freddy mutters, his gloveless hand touching the wound too, almost curious, and that does awaken something in Jason, who not only doesn’t stop him, but allows him to explore as much as he wants.

It’s kind of strange, the lack of murderous intent. The obvious and palpable violence, and he knows Freddy wants to hurt him, but that he also wants him to hurt him back. Pain doesn’t mean anything for someone who died in a fire, he has seen it all, felt it all.

“They burned me like a fucking demon,” he says, and Jason perceives no rage in his voice. “I mean, I kind of was like a demon, but now, look at me! I’m the real deal!”

And he laughs, his disgusting laugh reverberating through the whole space. Endless, limitless, what Jason can see just a small toy box where Freddy can play.

“I was consumed by fire. You were drowned in water. Don’t you think that has to mean something?”

Jason really doesn’t. He just knows the guy pisses him off, that he used him for his own benefit, and that he stole some of his kills. He doesn’t really appreciate being tricked, and he doesn’t understand the change of heart.

“After decades of haunting people’s dreams, I finally found someone that could understand.”

They have nothing in common. Freddy kills for pleasure, he mocks his victims, he has murdered children before he even became like this, he has done unspeakable things to them and to many, many people. Jason doesn’t hurt children, he doesn’t hurt animals if it’s not to eat, he is there to hunt, to punish, to warn those who dare to step on his territory.

Trapped in a small toy box forever. Like Freddy is.

“Maybe you’re starting to understand. You’re not as stupid as I thought. Maybe.”

The hand goes to Jason’s mask, and he tenses immediately, but Freddy doesn’t try to remove it. He just keeps it there for a couple of seconds, lost in thought, until his expression changes again to one of pure impatience.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

Of course Jason knows about… well, about “fucking”. Sex is actually what the camp counselors were doing instead of watching him when he drowned. Sex is actually-

“Sex is fun,” Freddy retorts, his hand on Jason’s hurt chest. “As fun as murder, actually.”

Jason doesn’t particularly find murder fun either. It’s something he is bound to do, something that people deserve.

“And you deserve to get fucking laid. Stop being a shithead. I know you have thought of me.”

And that, he has. Sometimes with anger, sometimes with genuine curiosity. Freddy somehow managed to survive being decapitated by him. This demonic fuck seems hard to kill, after all. But Jason has wondered, has thought about him. About the only person he knows that is like him. Bounded to something, a place or a duty, a hunt or a pleasure. Only him.

“Now be a good boy and let me suck you off.”

Jason doesn’t move when Freddy kneels before him, the act itself so unbelievable and yet. Mesmerizing. He hasn’t taken the glove off, and Jason thinks it fair, given the circumstances. Freddy undoes the zipper, letting his cock free, and Jason sees, not without an embarrassment that hits him like a wall of bricks, that he is actually a little hard already. Freddy only hums, appreciative, wasting no time to put his cock inside of his mouth, scarred thin lips feeling good against Jason’s skin.

“And I was thinking that maybe you were a little too dead for this…”

Jason doesn’t answer, his hands shaking when Freddy licks him from the base to the tip, circling him with his tongue as if he were candy. He lets out a sound, throaty, because he hasn’t spoken in decades, so broken that Freddy laughs against his skin, almost as if he knew-

“Poor little virgin. I can be lenient, you know,” he says, clearly in control even if it’s him who is kneeling, his chin wet with saliva, grinning and showing his blackened teeth. “I can let you fuck my face and call it a day, what do you say?”

That does give Jason some information. He is pretty sure that Freddy is fully dedicated to indulgence, but that as they are, he gets way more pleasure from seeing Jason come undone than from getting fucked himself.

If there’s anything Freddy wants, that’s power.

And a part of him really wants to kick his ass yet again, even knowing he cannot win in the dream world. The least rational part of him makes him put an enormous hand on Freddy’s head, not pushing him, but not letting him move either. A glimpse of control, before he thrusts against his mouth.

Freddy chokes, almost mockingly, Jason’s legs shaking, and knives ghost against his thigh, warning him not to take it too far. So he stays still for a moment, the hand on Freddy’s back loosening its grip, letting him do as he pleases with that nasty mouth of his.

There comes a moment in which he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, no longer cold, heat pooling from his groin to his spine, and then everywhere else. His face feels hot under the mask, and Freddy just smiles, giving him a lazy lick that makes him shudder.

“Your ears are darker. Look at that, Jason fucking Voorhees is blushing!”

And Jason would love to force him to keep his mouth busy, but as it turns out, he doesn’t need to. Warm, too warm against his cold skin, fire against his water, and when Jason comes, Freddy welcomes him eagerly.

It’s… not bad. Not bad at all. All of his nerves pulsate, telling him hard truths about his own nature, and about Freddy’s. He whimpers when a lazy tongue licks him even after he is done, Freddy’s face a mess of cum and saliva, but he is grinning. Like he has won, because he has. No matter what, Freddy Krueger always ends up winning.

“Does this count as deflowering you?” he asks, licking his not so dry anymore lips. “I mean, this is only a wet dream, right?”

Jason has grown to be wary of dreams after meeting him. He doesn’t know where fantasy and reality separate anymore, where they overlap.

“Oh but for me? This was absolutely real. And don’t think I’m done with you. I’m just done with you for now.”

Jason’s zipper closes, and just like that, Freddy gets ready to leave.

“Nice catching up with you, anyways. You can keep not living your boring and miserable not life.”

Likewise, Jason wants to say, but of course, he doesn’t. There are many things unsaid, but none of them can or will utter them ever. Both resentment and an undeniable attraction, that puts them against each other in more ways than one.

Jason doesn’t wake up. He rarely does. Familiar dampness welcomes him, and he lets himself drown, forever, eternally. Only that this time, it feels both more but also less lonely.

#my stuff #nsft #frason #freddy krueger #jason voorhees #sorry for this as always

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empressofthesunwriter · 11 months

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The Stick of Truth

Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1!

N.K. is angry at her parents. Not only did they move again, no, but they moved into a snowy hicktown named South Park! She was sure she would hate it there, yet surprisingly she gets to participate in the epic RPG the kids play and falls for the human princess and the elf king. Who is friend, who is foe and which side should she choose?

Main Pairing: New Kid/Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski

I used Google Translate for the chapter title so if someone can speak Japanese it’s not my fault if something is wrong. Also, the title means Pretty Princess Kenny-Chan and pretty mage N.K.-Kun magical adventure. Enjoy the new chapter my loves!

Chapter 5: Kawaī purinsesu Kenny-Chan to kawaī mahōtsukai N.K.-Kun no mahō no bōken

“That’s disgusting!”

“Don’t be a pussy, Douchebag!”

“My name is N.K. when will you learn this fatass?!”

“Hey! I’m your king I command respect from you. Also, I’m not fat I’m big-boned.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“Will you learn now Dragonshout or be a prissy girl about it!”

I stare at Cartman angrily and he glares right back at me.

As it turns out Dragonshout is a powerful fart.

Hell nah, I’m learning that.

It’s like a said disgusting and I don’t want to be known as the fart girl.

“I will rather be a prissy girl than be known as the farting guy.”, I tell him as such. “You can’t force me to learn.”

“Fine be a huge bitch! Don’t come crying back to me to learn it when you realize you need it!”, he shouts back.

I’m in a pickle I feel it. I don’t want to learn this shit, but Lord Men Tittys is so sure that I will need Dragonshout, that I’m starting to have doubts.

I ball my hands into fists.

“I’m sorry my king, if you think I need to learn this magic, then I will.”, I grit out from behind my teeth.

The asshole gives me a huge winning smirk. I feel so dirty, no lie.

“I’m happy you reconsider, Douchebag.”, he says gleefully. “FIRST, you must take the Gentlemen's Oath. You must promise to NEVER, EVER fart on anyone's balls. Okay? Farting on an opponent is necessary, but farting on someone's balls is NOT COOL. Do you understand?”

“Why would I fart on any ones balls? But sure I promise.”

“All right, then, let's begin your training.”

His Largness faces one of the training dummies, while I cross my arms and wonder in what kind of fucked up parallel universe I ended up.

Farts as weapons.

Urgh.

“To conjure Dragonshout, you must first clear your mind and take in a deep breath... through your butthole. Like so. HRRNNGGHH!! Then... let it rumble inside you... and... DRAGONSHOUT!!”

A fart comes out which lets the training dummy sway. Okay…Cartman can make farts so potent that they are like a huge smelly breeze.

And now I should learn this?

I don’t know how this will help me in my quest.

Sadly I can’t back down.

I will not give Cartman this satisfaction.

Gritting my teeth I follow his instructions. It’s so weird feeling the rumbling in my stomach, till I let out a fart.

I can feel how red from embarrassment my face is.

“Is this okay, my king?”, I ask him, praying I don’t need to do it again.

“My god that was... incredible. A man could live a hundred years and never again witness a spell so... boisterous.”, says Cartman in awe. I raise my eyebrow at him. What the fuck? “Could it be that the prophecies are true? Could it be that the Dragonborn has come at last in our hour of need?”

“Dude, this is South Park: The Stick of Truth not Skyrim: Elder Scrolls!”

“Whatever, Douchebag. Now let us try your skill on a REAL opponent. Hey, hey, Princess Kenny, could you come here a sec?-“

“-Oh no, no way in hell, asshole!-“, I yell angrily in between.

He ignores me, giggling to himself: “-Shhh, don't tell him. Okay. Just real quick, Princess Kenny.”

The princess joins us, winking at me. I can’t even enjoy it, knowing what I need to do to her.

This sucks so much!

…Wait maybe I can…?

An idea forms in my mind and I have to hide my smirk.

“All right, you two - SPAR! Sir Douchebag, show Princess Kenny the magical powers I have taught you.”

“Of course.”, I sing-song, while Princess Kenny makes herself battle ready.

I walk up to her, only in the last second to turn around to Cartman and let out a huge Dragonshout in his fat face!

Princess Kenny is howling from laughter, while Lord Wobbly Stomach shouts in anger and disgust.

“WHAT THE FUCK DUDE! YOU SHOULD HAVE USED IT ON HER NOT ON ME! GOD IT’S SO DISGUSTING!”, he screams and coughs.

I cross my arms and cock out a hip.

“That’s what you get for calling me always Douchebag! Now I think I must make haste to save a certain thief from detention.”

With that, I turn around and make my way out of the kingdom.

That’s when Princess Kenny calls for me. I stop and she reaches me. Again it’s really muffled what she says, but I get the most important bit.

“Oh, you will be my buddy for this quest? Awesome! Then let’s go my lady.”

I offer her my arm, which she happily takes.

Together we make our way to school.

Getting to know my fair princess is the best.

I learn pretty quickly that she has a perverted sense of humor and is laid back.

Oh, I dig this.

I dig this so much.

“You should really consider reading hentai as you see it may be drawing but it’s really hot.”, I tell her while I show her some of the hentai pages I have on my phone.

Princess Kenny giggles. “Oh, I see. It is indeed hot! What is this called again?”

“Yuri.”

“Damn girl on girl action is so hot!”

“I know!”

I put my phone back in my pocket, while the princess caresses my arm she is holding on.

“You know I never meet a girl who loves boobs as much as I do.”

“Ah, so you know I’m a girl.”

At this, she gives me a deadpan look and stares pointedly at my breasts.

“N.K., your tits are amazing! I saw them from a mile when you enter Kupa Keep for the first time.”

I can’t help but blush and giggled charmed. I like hearing that. It’s always nice to get compliments. Especially about my body.

I know I’m, for my age, a hot bitch even if I need glasses.

One of my ex-girlfriends, Clara, told me once I have the hot Liberian vibe going on.

Does this make me vain?

Naah, I think I just have sane self-worth and self-loving.

“You are one of the prettiest girls I have met and I meet a lot.”, I flirt. “You are probably also a handsome boy! But I need to ask…are you genderfluid? What pronouns do you prefer?”

For that, I get a confused look from Princess Kenny.

“Huh, what? What is genderfluid?”

Oh…this surprises me.

“A genderfluid person may fluctuate among different gender expressions over their lifetime, or express multiple aspects of various gender markers simultaneously.”, I explain to her. “I thought you might be this since you are a boy, but you dress as a girl and use she/her pronouns.”

“I’m a boy, I just like to play princess…”

I see how she frowns.

“I…I never thought that I could be…more?”

I wrap an arm around her shoulders squeezing her.

“Hey it’s okay, you don’t have to explore this right now. Maybe you just like roleplaying and that’s it or maybe you are genderfluid. It doesn’t matter. I still think you are hot and nice.”, I reassure her.

She looks up at me with big eyes.

“Are you a lesbian or something? I taught you were just playing along.”

“I’m bi, I am attracted to more than one gender. So whatever you are I don’t care. Dick or pussy, I don’t look at the sex. I fall for the character of people, not their reproduction organs.”

This makes her laugh and snuggle up to me.

“First you use crude words like dick and pussy and then go all science-y you are one of a kind N.K.!”

Aww, she is so cute.

I can’t help myself, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Princess Kenny blushes and cheekily says: “I think you kissed the wrong place.”

She makes us stop. One arm of her gets wrapped around my neck and with her free hand pulls down her hood.

Oh my lord!

Kenny is hot!

Her blue eyes were already magnificent, but her whole face, with the cute nos and the soft rosey lips is just out of this world pretty.

She totally can be a handsome boy and a pretty girl with a face like that.

I wonder why people don’t throw themselves at her feet. Then I remember that she practically wears the parker all the time and I have my answer.

The princess goes on her tippy toes and puckers her lips.

“I think, you wanted to kiss my sweet lips.”

I laugh and wrap my arms around her waist.

I lean down, she closes her eyes and I kiss her….on the cheek.

Kenny lets out a whine.

“Easy there cowgirl.”, I muse, stroking her blonde hair. “If I started to kiss you now I couldn’t stop and sadly we are at school. We don’t have time to make out.”

Sadly.

Surprised Princess Kenny turns around and there is the school behind her.

She lets go of me, crossing her arms. A little huff comes out of her lips.

Smiling at her cute reaction, I pull her hood back on and kiss again her forehead.

“Don’t be like that. I’m sure we will find a moment I can shove my tongue down your throat. Maybe I will even let you touch my boobs.”

I can hear how she moans in despair.

“You are a tease! How can you say such things and then not commit to it?!”

I give her a wink and sauter up to one of the school windows, to see where Craig is.

“That’s part of my charm.”

I hear rapid, angry muffles. I have to fight off the smirk on my face.

I would love to rile her up more, but I need to bust out a thief from detention.

So time to get to work.

I see what must be the cafeteria of the school. Some kids sit on the tables, one in particular is dressed, from what I can see, more medieval. I bet that’s Craig! Overseeing all the kids is a man with a head of a ballon.

I blink surprised.

I never saw someone with a head like that.

It seems like it will fly away any minute.

Princess Kenny joins me and whispers that this is the school counselor Mr. Mackey, currently the evil dungeon overlord who has hall monitors patrolling the school.

I nod in understanding.

Mr. Mackey tries to get Craig to work on his homework, but Craig is already so in his Feldspar character that he rather looks at his watch and tells Mr. Mackey that he will be soon rescued from this tower.

He says it in such a deadpan tone, that I have to snort.

That guy is a number!

At least we get the information that the doors are locked. This means not only do we have to watch out for the hall monitors but probably searching keys to enter.

Oh well, let’s do this.

I take Princess Kenny’s hand and we enter the school.

A lone ginger hall monitor is there to greet us.

Now, I always loved red hair, I get weak knees for redheads, but this one is so not my type. Maybe it’s the acne-like freckles since freckles are normally cute. It turns me off.

“Excuse me, but school is OUT and no students are allowed on the premises until tomorrow at 7:30 am.”, tells the hall monitor.

“Listen here dude.”, I start bored. “I know you just do your job so it’s not your fault, but I and my fair princess need to free the thief, and if you don’t want to get your ass handed to you, be smart and let us pass!”

Princess Kenny nods in agreement.

“I warn you! Stay away from the doors! One step towards those doors and I will be forced to write you up!”, he completely ignores what I told him and get’s even battle ready.

Me and Princess Kenny share a look.

“Let’s kick his ass, my lady?”

“Let’s kick his ass, hot stuff.”

And we do just that.

Defeat and beaten up he lays on the floor and speaks into his Walkie-Talkie: “Officer down, officer down! Send backup! I repeat, Officer down! All hallway monitors to the right hallway!”

“Oh, god dammit!”, comes Mr. Mackey’s voice from the Walkie-Talkie.

“Heeeeere they come.”, sings-songs a nasal voice, who can only be Craig.

“They aren't gonna GET you, Craig! You're not getting out of detention!”

“I'll be out of here in ten minutes.”

I snorted at this and knock out the hall monitor.

“What ya see my princess?”, I ask her. “Do we manage to get thief Craig out in ten minutes?”

Princess Kenny flicks one of her braids over her shoulder and readies her pink bow.

“Oh, I think we will. Lead the way, beautiful.”

I grin at the pet name and open the door to the next hall war. With a bow a gesture to her to go through.

“What a gentleman.”, she purrs.

“I can be anything you want, my princess.”, I flirt back and follow her.

In the hallway more ginger hall monitors await us, they even put up a barricade. I give it to them, that’s smart.

But not smart enough.

I signal Kenny to shoot down one of the loudspeakers, which hits one of the hall monitors on the head. Then I get out a can of hairspray and a lighter I found in one of the houses I ransacked with Leo. With my improvised flamethrower, I destroy the barrier, and the remaining hall monitors get defeated by the huge blast.

Kenny and I high-fived each other and make our way over to the cafeteria door.

Sadly it’s locked.

Okay, real talk, isn’t it kind of too much to lock the door? What if one of the kids needs to pee?

“You're not gonna get through this door. Mkay.”, shouts Mr. Mackey from the other side. “You might as well give up because I have hidden the key somewhere and you'll never find it in my office. Aw, dammit... mkay.”

I laugh and call cheekily back: “Thanks for the tip!”

Now Kenny takes my hand and leads me to where Mr. Mackey’s office is.

I try to open it, but it’s closed.

“Fucking bullshit!”, curses Princess Kenny what I think too.

Let me guess we need a key for that room and before we can get into the office we need another key for another room so we get the one for the office.

It’s really like a dungeon.

And like a dungeon, the next enemy is patrolling the hall we are currently in.

I signal to Kenny to hit the phone with one of her arrows, the hall monitor walks over to it to pick up the ringing phone and I Sparta kick the chairs beside the phone, so they fall on top of the ginger.

Was this unnecessarily brutal?

Yes.

Do I regret it?

No.

We continue and I swerve I hear a ruckus coming from the faculty lounge, but I can’t inspect it since the room also needs a key.

Dammit!

“We'll need the brass key in order to open this door!”, explains Princess Kenny to me.

“So we need all in all, a brass key, a silver key, and a gold key. Awesome!”, I groan annoyed.

Stupid dungeon mechanic.

Kenny pats my shoulder in comfort.

I smile at her in thanks.

We continue our quest to get the brass key and a motherfucking hall monitor closes the hallway with a metal fence so we can’t go on!

“You little bitch!”, I curse at him.

The hall monitor has the nerve to taunt me: “The protector of the brass key will never surrender!”

…Ha! At least we now know he has one of the keys we need.

Stupid bitch!

Suddenly Princess Kenny goes on her knees and declares: “Your word is the command, my lady.”

“Is this some kind of invitation to make out? Because like I would love to, but I don’t like people watching.”

“No, you adorable horny girl. It’s a game mechanic. You can command your quest buddy to use one of their special ability.”

“Oh! And hey you are probably just as horny as I am, but whatever. Do your thing, Princess.”

And she does.

Her thing is calling over one of the hallway monitors and showing off her naked “breasts”! I bit into my hand to not laugh like crazy.

That’s an awesome ability!

Also, it works.

Charmed the hall monitor opens the fence, ready to touch Kenny’s boobs, only for her to get out a pretty mirror and knock him out with that.

Now I can’t hold back anymore and laugh like crazy.

“That was wonderful!”, I giggle. “Your boobs are the bomb. I doubt my boobs have that kind of power! Kudos, girl!”

Kenny winks at me and I have the feeling she is grinning brightly under her parker.

We make haste to the hall monitor who has the brass key, he has two other hall monitors with him.

“You can take the brass key from my cold, dead hands!”

“If that is what you wish!”, I shout back. “Kenny the bulletin board!”

I hear a muffled agreeing sound and she shots at it. The bullentin board falls down on the other two hall monitors.

Only the one with the brass key remains.

We take care of him fast.

“More officers down!”, whimpers the defeated hall monitor in his Walkie-Talkie. “We're taking heavy casualties out here!”

“Dammit, you hallway monitors need to stop playing around!”, responds Mr. Mackey annoyed.

“He's got the brass key! He's some kind of Dragonborn!”

“Now, look, this is detention time, not time to play Dungeons and Dragons! And besides, he's never gonna get inside here because to open the door, you need the gold key and the only way to get the gold key is by getting the silver key, mkay, which even if he HAS the brass key, he still hasn't made it past the boss level. Mmkay.”

And here I thought Mr. Mackey wasn’t part of our RPG.

Whatever.

With the brass key, I knock out the hall monitor.

“Oh yeah, we are kickass!”, I declare.

Princess Kenny agrees full heartily. We can now open the faculty lounge. In it, we find at least four ginger hall monitors and a poor brown-haired boy who saw better days.

Me and Kenny use the environment around us to defeat the evil hall monitor and get to the brown-haired boy.

Since he clearly needs it I had him a health potion.

“Thanks, I thought I was a goner! There were too many of them. They were too strong, their hair too red...”, shudders the brunette boy.

I wave it off.

“It’s all right. We helped with pleasure.”

He gives me a silver key. Surely the one we need!

“Maybe you can take this silver key and find the gold key. You can succeed where I have failed! Free Mackey's prisoners!”

With that, he leaves us.

I shrug my shoulders and take the hand of my fair princess.

“We are nearly done, let’s go.”

Kenny nods and we return to Mackey’s office. This time we can open it thanks to the silver key.

The gold key is found fast and Kenny uses her bow to shoot it down from the shelf.

“The gold key!”, she cheers. “Now we can go rescue Craig!”

“This means this stupid dungeon is nearly done!”, I celebrate.

We make haste back to the cafeteria.

As I’m about to open the door I hear a male voice say: “That's far enough, intruder!”

I turn around.

A ginger hall monitor, clearly a year older than me, tougher looking than the other ones stands before Kenny and me.

Protective I stand before my Princess, while she grips with both hands one of my arms.

“Where's your hall pass?”, he asks.

“I don’t need one. Technically I still don’t go to this school and my Princess has diplomacy immunity!”, I shot back, trying to appear tough, even if I’m sweating from nervousness.

Big ginger hall monitor heard apparently only the part that we don’t have one.

“No hall pass? Then it's time to write you a referral.”

That motherfucker gets out a dodgeball on a stick, making it a mace.

Holy cow!

He means business.

“Oh, yeah, that's the boss.”, calls Mr. Mackey from behind the cafeteria doors. “Good luck fighting the boss, mkay. You still think this is a game, young man?”

And another one who thinks I’m a boy! Yippie!

I can’t even get really mad about it, since the big ginger hall monitor calls also for back-up.

This is going to be a tough fight, but Mage N.K. and pretty Princess Kenny won at the end!

Grinning I open the door to the cafeteria and shout: “You are free my babes!”

“Yay!”, all cheer happily.

Together we run all out of school, Mr. Mackey behind us waving his fist and cursing: “DAMN YOU CRAAAAAIG!”

“Wuhu! That was awesome!”, I cheer and pick up Princess Kenny to twirl her around.

She laughs and hugs me back. “You were amazing, noble Mage!”

“Thanks for busting me out, kid.”, say Craig glad. “Who are you?”

“My future spouse!”, purrs Princess Kenny. She has her arms wrapped around my arm, snuggling up to me.

I blush and giggle.

“I’m the new kid and also the new Mage of Kupa Keep my name is N.K.”, I introduced myself to Craig. “Nice to meet you noble thief.”

He gives me a nod.

“Does Cartman know you are a girl or is it a secret?”

“A secret, please keep it for yourself.”

“No problem, mage. Can’t wait to see Cartman’s stupid face when he learns you are a girl. This will be so hilarious.”

“Let’s hope it will be in the distant future.”

“Oh well, I'm heading to Kupa Keep. See you there I guess.”

And with that, he leaves.

“Well we should go to.”, I tell Kenny, who is still hugging my arm to herself.

“Right, but first…”

Kenny pulls her hood down, then takes my face in her hands and pats her eyelashes at me.

“You deserve a reward for all the hard work you have done.”

She looks pointedly at my lips. I can’t help but blush, yet I wrap my arms around her waist and lean down, while she goes on her tippy toes.

“I gladly take any reward you want to give me, my princess.”

For that, I get a brilliant smile and not a second later a pair of soft lips against mine.

Oh yes, this is the best kind of reward!

#southparkfanfiction #southpark #new kid sp #dovahkiin #stick of truth #SP FanFic: Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1 #douchbag #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #k2 #polyamarous

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To Punish the Imposter---

In that moment, I felt the need to punish myself. Not daring to do physical harm, I took a much more potent weapon into my grasp…. My words.

I took the verbal knife and walked over to the girl who was standing tall in front of me.

I stabbed her repeatedly.

You're an imposter!

Once I got the blade in, I drew it downwards to create a vertical line. Then I took it out of her skin and went to the top of the line with the tip. I dug in again and slid the blade to the right. Now having a capital "T" shape made, I went down and repeated the small horizontal line on the bottom until I had a capital "I". I continued to repeat the mantra. Every hate-filled syllable that was uttered made another cut in her skin, until the word "IMPOSTER" was completely engraved in the canvas of flesh.

By the time I had finished my masterpiece, she was on the floor in the pool of her own blood, completely understanding of her identity.

"You an imposter. You are an imposter,"

I made sure that she knew that she was worthless and that every last achievement was in fact a failure.

Until very soon, we began repeating in unison,

"I am an imposter."

-----

This is a work in progress. I have been really struggling with depression today. Some days, I feel as if, even after everything I have done to get here, I still don't deserve to be standing where I am. I struggle with allowing myself to feel a sense of achievement.

This year, I graduated highschool, started an art business and started a job. Even so, I keep reminding myself of all the things I am not doing instead of being proud of myself for what I have accomplished. I keep allowing my "mental illnesses" keep me from satisfaction.

Identity is a very important thing.

Who you are and who you believe you are affect how you live your life. So please, be kind to yourself. Don't label yourself with hateful terms, but with love and strength. Your mental health will be all the better for it.

Never forget that you are strong, you are beautiful, and you deserve every good thing life has to offer. 🦋

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I'll be honest about Annilis, I love him and his sympathetic background AS well as his awful approach to keeping Hec-tor safe, because he's probably in some legitimate danger but he took it too far. I love HP, but I also wanna beat his ass too. Just grab him by the ears and yell, "What are you doing you idiot sandwich?!" I just wanna ask him "Are you even happy? And no getting pegged by a Shade isn't happiness." Don't want him to die though, only because it's a cop-out for actual punishment.1/2

2/2 That's what kinda bummed me on HP in-show, he did so much horrible shit, was an arrogant living "God", and he was just killed? That easy? HP's hubris was grotesque and he deserved a worse punishment than just a lightshow to the face. HP was also a non character in the end and whatever characterization he did have was lost quickly, gonna admit. But, an arrogant jerk dying that quickly is too easy a punishment, he has to suffer the consequences of his actions and experience his loss in detail.

sorry I'm sending you so many asks about HP. But dear God did the show drop the ball on Horde "supposedly endgame villain who was woefully underutilized until the last minute and even then was handed the villain ball to make sure what credibility he did have was lost" Prime. Could have been great, his story was there, but Crew-ra wasted time on frivolous characters(star siblings might have been cool but s5 needed to work on its existing characters, not introduce new ones)and wasted plot points.

I actually have done a ton of analysis on why prime just doesn’t work as a villain for pretty much six months now. Like I started doing this pretty much the day that the finale dropped cause I never liked S5 at all. There’s just much wrong with it, strictly from a narrative prospective than I cannot get over it, which I why I’ve kind of retreated into doing Fuck Canon aus. And I don’t think the major problems plaguing prime is that he’s a bad person or a cult leader or whatever, that would be fine. This is a matter of set up and pay off. This is a matter of narrative structure. Those are my major problems with everything about this.

Anyway, I guess we’ll try a flaccid attempt at positivity, just to make it clear that I am not coming strictly from a point of view of hate… the one thing I remember liking about prime is that creepy dinner scene. Loved that scene, I was so giddy when they dropped it as a teaser clip, and I got to enjoy it in peace for like a day and a half before my love for the show went crumbling. Prime is absolutely on his game in that scene, I can very clearly see his mind working, because my interpretation of the scene is that he’s trying to bait glimmer into giving him information. Did he actually intend to harm adora? Who knows! Does it matter? Not really, considering he got the information he wanted, which was what was needed to work the heart. I can feel the tension in that scene, that is how he should have been for the rest of the season.

So what the fuck happened? *cracks knuckles* well let’s see shall we.

Foreshadowing It’s Fun Cause It’s A Thing I’ve Heard Of

So I think we all remember just how shocking it was when prime actually showed up, and he wasn’t anything like we’d all come to assume he’d be based on what had been said about him up until that point. What we had been fed was essentially that he was cold, calculating, and didn’t look upon “defects” well. He saw the clones as disposable. And they set up that aspect of his character just fine, and I don’t have a problem with how that was set up.

What they utterly failed to properly set up (and even contradicted themselves on) was the cult thing, and how prime is essentially this messiah figure to the clones. I highly suspect this occurred because they were writing the show as they went along, and hadn’t fully fleshed out prime’s whole deal until he actually appeared at the end of S4, but that’s just my own speculation given some of the things that had been said in interviews regarding other aspects of the writing (namely that micah was apparently not supposed to be alive in the first place and that happened because of a miscommunication between noelle and one of the other writers).

Regardless, there are a number of things that should probably have been done differently in order to properly foreshadow prime’s cult leader status, that actually would have heightened hordak’s characterization as well. For one thing, there’s a reason we all assumed that the galactic horde was merely a military program and it’s because of how hordak acts throughout the first four seasons. We can talk in circles about headcanons until we’re blue in the face (i.e., he might have memory problems), but the fact of the matter is that those are headcanons and that hordak’s entire narrative changes from one of an ableist family to one of a religious trauma seemingly on a dime come the very end of S4 when prime shows up.

imagine how satisfying the foreshadowing would have been if hordak had actually been spouting dogma the entire show (i.e., “cast out the shadows” and “all beings must suffer to become pure”) only for it peter off once he’s befriended entrapta, if he had been calling those who he respected brother/sister instead of force captains (which is a far more militarized word to use, and judging by the galactic horde isn’t even a term they use), if he had still been dressed in his uniform and only actually started dressing differently after entrapta had helped him? Hell, he never even so much as implies that entrapta is leading him astray before he’s back with prime, he doesn’t even seem particularly distressed about being around her most of the time, and the only reason he even gets persnickety with her is because of his medical condition.

One point I’m going to expand on for a moment is the whole “brother” thing, because that is actually a very good way of explaining what I mean. Now, hordak doesn’t actually mention any other clones at all from what I remember. This is contrary to all of the clones in S5 referring to each other as “brother” pretty openly and it being seen as a term of respect. However, the only person that hordak actually calls “brother” up until S5 is prime, and this inadvertently ended up making the word seem far more neutral than it should have been considering the context of S5. The word “brother” is actually a control tool, and if they had wanted to establish that sooner, hordak should have been calling anybody he respected that.

So, either the writers hadn’t actually thought of that part of the narrative yet, or they’re just that bad at foreshadowing.

There are also three instances of the narrative contradicting itself with regards to prime, one in S3, one in S4, and one in S5. The first is that hordak wanted to make a new body for himself. While one could argue that this was meant to be foreshadowing that prime takes new bodies whenever his old one failed (which is fine, that works as foreshadowing), the act of hordak admitting that he was intending to do that is what actually creates the snag. With the context of S5, we learn that becoming a vessel is meant to be a place of honor, but this comes with the caveat that it seems like only prime is allowed to take new bodies. So why the ever living fuck would someone as “pious” and “unworthy” as hordak think that was something he could ever be allowed to do, much less that prime would welcome him back with open arms if he did it. But there’s zero hesitation on hordak’s part, he doesn’t even mention that this is something usually only reserved for prime.

The second is that prime literally looked at the heart of etheria and said it was “unlike anything [he had] ever seen” despite canonically fighting the first ones, so he’d presumably have recognized the energy signature that first one’s tech gives off and be like Oh Shit. This one in particular drives me absolutely nuts because if I was writing a villain who had lived long enough to fight the people this mystical weapon was created by I would never write them saying that what the actual fuck. My gripe here is not that prime is ancient, that’s fine, I could’ve vibed with that. But the fact that he not only fought the first ones but also recognized mara is really egregious in a way that borders on parody for me. Like what a flimsy excuse for him to be connected to adora (and we’ll get to that!)

The third and final one is that hordak was allegedly thrown out for his defects. That’s what we were told, that’s what a major facet of hordak’s trauma is centered around. However, at the same times, prime seems like… oddly fixated on hordak in a way that usually implies something deeper is going on here. That was why I was so convinced that hordak wasn’t remembering something clearly, because why would prime spare him instead of killing him immediately after returning if he was defective enough to warrant being thrown out? Come S5, prime seems to have forgotten about the pesky little plot detail that is hordak’s defects, since they never come up again! Nope! Hordak is not only completely healed of his ailments (which Can I Get A Yikes?) but he’s also been welcomed back to his original position as prime’s right hand by the mid-point of the season, and he stays there until the finale unless the plot demands he be elsewhere to interact with entrapta cause hordak was added in post. You can’t even argue that he was keeping hordak alive because eThErIaN kNoWlEdGe because he has those fucking mind chips. Literally every single person he’s chipped is connected to the hivemind because of that. He’d have every single bit of knowledge that he could possibly want right there at his fingertips. He doesn’t need hordak alive at all.

Which brings us to…

It’s Almost Like He Wasn’t A Villain To The Proper People

The thing about villains is that, in order for them to not feel out of place, in order for their defeat to actually give a true feeling of satisfaction, you kind of have to put them up against the right people. The reason that prime ultimately fails in this respect is that he is not adora and catra’s villain, despite the narrative pushing him as that…

I actually once joked on twitter that if the rise of skywalker had come out when S5 was being written, then prime would have likely ended up being revealed as adora’s long lost grandfather in some attempt to make his fixation on her seem warranted. That’s the level we’re at in terms of how connected the two of them appear to be for the villain and hero thing. They just are not connected, and prime has absolutely no reason to be this fixated on her. They tried to explain it with she ra and prime being old enemies, but that’s equally as confusing because a) mara hadn’t mentioned him up until that point, b) this inclusion actually makes the first ones creating a superweapon look justified since prime is such a huge threat, and c) she ra is explicitly stated to have been on etheria long before the first ones even colonized it, so why the fuck is she just gallivanting around the cosmos fighting cult leaders?

And to be clear, if this whole prime versus she ra had actually been hinted at, I would not be taking so much issue with this. But as there was absolutely zero mention of him, it just comes off as egregious and very, very sloppy on their parts.

Prime also should not be as fixated on catra as he is, that doesn’t make sense at all. I know why this happened in particular, though, and it’s because the writing team was so in love with her that they just had to give her this arc. That just makes its inclusion all the worse to be honest. Why does he go to such great lengths to use catra to torture adora, why does he go into a total breakdown after catra escapes? He isn’t connected to either of them…

… because he is hordak and entrapta’s villain.

that prime didn’t immediately want entrapta dead continues to confuse me to this day, nearly seven months after the fact. Like you mean to tell me that this cult leader, who is presumably used to complete obedience from his followers, finds one of the wayward members of his proverbial flock lost on some backwater, who didn’t want to be found, and he knows exactly who is responsible for sewing those seeds of discord in this poor lamb’s head. And he doesn’t immediately want entrapta dead?

Not only does prime never mention her, despite it being very easy to push a plotline about how it’s necessary because she’s perceived as a danger to the rest, and especially to the poor lost soul who was ultimately returned to him. Instead, prime just doesn’t seem to realize entrapta exists. He doesn’t know who she is despite literally reading hordak’s mind. He doesn’t even seem to interpret her as threat considering he wasn’t worried about putting her and hordak right next to each other in the finale. He should have been using hordak to torture entrapta, and he should have had his break because hordak escaped him. That whole scene where catra is under mind control and adora was trying to snap her out of it was textbook entrapdak. Hordak should have been the one to delve into the hivemind to help adora. It was his story and it was taken from him when he was sacrificed on catra’s narrative arc altar.

And this is ultimately completely fixable. Because they had a villain they could have been using for adora and catra the whole time. Shadow Weaver. Y’know, their mutual abuser who was the main cause of strife between the two of them, and the person who kind of set the plot in motion since she’s the reason catra is the way that she is?

He Blew It. Super Hard. Complete Buffoonery.

Ultimately one of the biggest writing fumbles with prime is that he is just really fucking dumb as the plot demands, and it doesn’t make any kind of narrative sense for him to be that way, it is literally just him being at the mercy of the writers who need him to do something stupid so they can push the plot forward since they made him too overpowered for it to happen any other way.

There’s numerous instances of this across the season, including him bringing entrapta aboard the velvet glove when the very person he would have had very good reason to not let her near is standing right there, and him deciding to give catra pretty much free reign of the velvet glove and seeming to decide to trust her despite him knowing damn well that she’s likely to betray him the second he does something she doesn’t like, and the time he literally left adora to be beaten by catra instead of just killing her outright when she couldn’t even activate she ra. And in all these cases he had the fucking nerve to seem surprised when it happened?

However, there is one plot point that I feel illustrates how goddamn stupid he is to move the plot forward, and it’s the mind chips.

I mean one of the reasons I dislike it is going back to how little foreshadowing the writers actually seem capable of committing to. There is nothing to indicate in the narrative that prime actually employs mind control on anybody besides the clones, and this becomes especially egregious when we later meet the star siblings, and we find out that there are large swathes of the universe that are seemingly not chipped? It just screams like they needed some type of angst plot point for catra, so they had to find a way to make it work.

But the very inclusion of the mind chips as a plot point makes prime look so ridiculously dumb, because we are told those chips connect people to the hivemind, we are explicitly shown this for catra angst. So a) why does he need hordak around at all, because the excuse he needs to know about etheria doesn’t work since he literally chips like half of the etherian population later on anyway, b) if he needed information on the heart of etheria, why didn’t he just chip glimmer outright, it would have saved him a lot of time and hassle, and c) if he knew damn well that catra had betrayed hordak numerous times and was likely to do the same to him, why didn’t he just immediately chip her so he could mitigate two problems. If he had chipped catra immediately, he wouldn’t have lost glimmer, and it would have been next to impossible for adora and bow to storm the velvet glove through the means that they did.

When your main villain is that fucking stupid, the tension is completely sapped out of your narrative, and prime doesn’t have enough character unto himself to continue holding up his own arc. He is a sexy lamp cardboard cutout that just happens to be brought onto the scene when they were in need of someone to throw the idiot ball at. Prime is supposed to be this thousand year old body hopper who has the wisdom of the ages, and yet he was defeat by a group of teenagers driving a clown card held together by nothing but duct tape and prayers.

Anyway!

Guess Who Just Got Murdered!

Anon, I completely agree that the way prime got taken out was just… hm. Well, it was a choice, given how they had written the rest of the season.

I’ve said this before, but I really wish I could actually enjoy hordak yeeting him, but I just don’t feel anything. That scene is a culmination of an arc that never happened because hordak was barely on screen for S5. It feels like we’re missing this whole season-long arc about how hordak managed to break free of prime and was actively working against him, and that scene is the lowest point, right before the greater scope villain is ultimately defeated by the protagonist. Which just furthers my point that prime is really hordak’s villain, because hordak reads more like a protagonist than I think the writers actually intended for him to.

Since you mentioned anillis, I feel the need to comment on him as well, because I do know exactly what happens to him at the end of my au, because I actually planned for his ending from the beginning and built his arc towards that point. The very bare bones spoilers is that he isn’t going to die, because a) he needs to live with the consequences of his actions and b) him dying would affect hec-tor horribly, especially since if anybody had to deal the killing blow it would be hec-tor. And hec-tor doesn’t deserve to be forced to do that. He wants freedom, he doesn’t want his brother dead by his own hand.

So, I completely agree that just killing prime off feels a little… like a cop out? I’m not going to get into a discussion of how he was defeated by the power of (romantic) love because my issue there is not with the trope itself, but ultimately how it was handled, and that also has to do more with my grievances with how catradora was ultimately handled than my grievances with prime. However, him being like… exorcised…

Well it sure does clean up some loose ends that we don’t want to discuss huh?

#rev's rambling again #i ain't putting this in any tags #i really don't want to get into fights with people about this #but anyway here's 3000 words on why prime sucks from a narrative perspective #i've been bottling up these feelings for seven months #i deserve the chance to go feral #as a treat #Anonymous

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heyitsbugette · 4 years

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Todobug: Fallen lover.

The spotted heroine was out with her team for a regular round of patrol, finding herself just a few meters from the girls to plan the rute alongside Chat Noir. She constantly ignored his attentions, but when he took her hand trying to kiss the back, with her opposite she invoked a lucky charm out of curiosity, winning a small spray bottle with which she sprayed on his feline friend.

──── Bad Kitty! Behave! Behave!

She exclaimed, spraying her partner, watching him contract through the water as if he were a small cat taking a bath, making her laugh mockingly next to the turtle hero who stayed next to them contracting against his stomach to laugh at the blonde’s childish reactions. Lately the heroes have gotten much closer as the meetings get more and more enjoyable, sometimes taking a few breaks to chat or joke with each other.

This was one of those days, being a fairly quiet time to afford that luxury that on rare occasions they could joke around. For today the only ones who were absent were Viperion, Roi Singe, and Pegase, but soon it would be their turn on the night patrol. And while both boys were organizing to cover ground next to Ladybug, it was that both Rena Rouge and Queen Bee looked puzzled at the initial duo of heroes at the same time while Ryuko sitting on a pile of bricks next to them sharpened her sword patiently without much interest.

It wasn't until the beautiful-looking blonde snorted as she touched up her lipstick that when she uttered a word, she broke the ice, paying attention to her reflection in the portable mirror that she carried with her even in battle. And at once her lips took on a little more color, she looked out of the corner of her eye at the heroine in a fox costume, ready to start conversation.

──── And ... Are you sure these two are just friends? Huh, I'm suspecting that the Ladybug's alleged boyfriend scandal is actually fake news of that infamous Alec Cataldi guy.

The blonde wasn't exactly discreet when she looked away from her mirror to turn and look skeptically at the dynamic duo fighting childishly as they calmed down to begin their part of the patrol, both walking away with Carapace jumping from roof to roof.

Instead, the young Japanese woman who calmly held her sword, settled into her seat crossing her legs with a quick movement. For a few thoughtful moments, she rested her gaze indifferently on her mate, while resting both hands on the handle of her sword, glancing sideways at the direction in which her superiors were leaving.

──── Believe it or not, she is in a relationship with Todoroki-san, and we must respect that, Queen Bee. It is not very honorable that you speak of him like this when he is not present to defend himself.

It was her answer said with a little bit of hostility, since clearly the foreigner hated gossip and to people talking cowardly behind them back. She did not know the guy in question well enough to consider him a friend, but he had been cordial in those events in which their parents had coincided.

Of course, it was a shock to learn that he was the mysterious boy Chat Noir was constantly complaining about standing between him and “his lady”. However, she couldn't blame them for their relationship being now seen in the public eye, after how an annoying low morality TV presenter had exposed the couple without their consent, robbing them of the opportunity to reveal their relationship when they were ready. It was so unpleasant, but she remembered with satisfaction how the Ladyblogger reported such an invasion of privacy on her blog, causing so much backlash to the man.

Some karma was dealt after that.

And although her words were almost interrupted by a fox lady in a bright orange suit, far from being annoyed, she continued her own business by returning her attention to the weapon even as she paid attention to the girl who questioned her words.

──── As much as I hate the shit Cataldi pull on them, the guy don't give me good vibes... I mean he's stupidly cold even with her. It seems he doesn't even care that Ladybug is in love with him!

The fox's heroine commented annoyed, while the blonde bee buzzed with excitement, agreeing with the words of her comrade. Neither of them seemed to believe Endeavor's son as the one for Ladybug, the national angel of France.

──── I know damn right the guy is hot, I'm not blind. But he's so... Uninteresting that he loses his charm. I think we all agree that our little bug can easily get someone better, my Adrikins is dying for her and I don't blame him, I don't even know who to be jealous of.

The blonde commented in a playful tone while she fixed some strands of hair ruffled by the wind, and putting on the final touches of the lipstick with her hand mirror, she closed the end at once to cross her arms later. It was obvious that her words were anything but kind, because even when Rena agreed that her heroine should seek someone else, it was equally clear that she did not approve of being so cruel when speaking of the aspiring hero. Chloe, on the other hand, was still taking small steps to be friendlier, but the change was gradual and she didn't avoid releasing hurtful comments on rare occasions.

No one refuted anything, it was not worth it and among the three they ended up leaving finally once their rest ended, ready to resume their patrol, perhaps hopefully catching up with the rest of their teammates.

Todoroki Shoto was just leaving the Le Grand Paris, where he was staying with his family, his father apparently had work pending in Paris and they would be spending the summer outside of Japan.

He keeping silent and walking beside his older brother for as long as their paths coincided, after all he did not plan to follow him any longer; he had his own plans going. He had reserved a table in a restaurant that was close to her girlfriend's home, clearly paying with his old man's credit card with the bonus of bothering him, and of course thanks to his action he ended up earning a tremendous shout from the older one, but that did not matter, he just wanted to pamper his beloved.

──── So.. Have any plans, kid?

Asked the curious albino while chilling at the side of his brother. He and his penpal Luka Couffaine would hang out at the mall and then go to the disco store, it was clear that he wanted to see if the youngest of the family was free to accompany them.

──── I'm going out with my girlfriend once she comes back from patrolling with her team.

He answered calmly, taking out his phone when he felt it vibrate for a few seconds, surely his sister had called him to scold him for what he did with the credit card, but from seeing the angry expression on the older man's face he could say that it was worth it worth the scolding.

──── Ah? So, are you're really dating? I thought you were joking when you told us.

The college student spoke with a little laugh, noticing how his sibling looked at him confused. Suddenly the punk looking teenager gave him a discreet push with his shoulder to shut him up, an action that made him finally react.

And it was not for less, he had really been surprised to hear the albino's words, which shows with his changing facial expression. And while the double quirked teen questioned his words with his typical seriousness, it was remarkable for the man, for his slipt he keeps laughing nervously and even uncomfortably at the heterochromatic stare.

──── And… why did you think that?

──── Hey, chill... I didn't mean it like that, but you guys don't really seem like a couple. You know, you don't show it much. B-But I know you must love her a lot, of course!

Realizing how insensitive his words were, as well as how prejudiced he sounded when saying them, Natsuo ended up hiding behind a certain guitarist who shook his head gently and placed his arm between the two boys in a crude attempt at protection in what they both looked like. Instead of getting angry, the half redhead hung his head in surprise, grimacing seconds later, looking at them this time with a frown, clearly offended and annoyed.

──── Don't take it the wrong way, Shoto. You know that Natsuo can be somewhat naive and reckless, it was not his intention to offend you.

──── See you tomorrow, Couffaine…

Without saying anything else, he turns away into the flower shop, leaving behind the guys with whom he had had a bitter revelation. It was the only thing he said, annoyingly walking away in the opposite direction. Didn't they really seem like a real couple? The young man knew that he was not very expressive with his feelings, but he never thought it would be so bad. He continued his walking now without much encouragement, looking even more serious than usual if that was possible, but he was still determined to prove to himself that Natsuo was wrong. Perhaps if he made an effort to make his night with her girlfriend perfect, he could show his love for her, although it was difficult for him to show his feelings. But that did not mean that he wouldn't do his best to try.

So, he continued walking until he reached the picturesque place, entering and buying a bouquet of flowers, cheering up little by little. He left the place much calmer, even motivated, eager to meet his dear ladybug; but it was not until he heard three female voices talking about him and his lovely girfriend without any hesitation, that without being able to avoid it with strangeness he raised his face to watch the heroines speak from the roof of the building animatedly, being the blonde the loudest among the three.

Little by little he felt worse and worse with each word. Was he such a bad boyfriend? Marinette thought the same as her friends?

Once the heroines left the Japanese boy sat on one of the benches, leaving his bouquet of flowers beside him, running his hands over his hair. Maybe they were right, maybe he was giving less to the relationship than his girlfriend deserved, maybe he was throwing her into the arms of another guy with his attitude. Suddenly he felt an upset stomach just thinking about it, it wasn't a nice feeling.

At the same time his discomfort was escalating and frustrated, he bent down looking at the bouquet of roses with an unsatisfied gaze, remembering how the cat hero used to give her a flower every day during the time that his relationship with her was a secret to the public. He remembered the jealousy he repressed every time Chat Noir tried to seduce his heroine, every flirtatious and cheesy nickname said in the midst of battles, as even when she rejected him, he was still motivated to win her love.

He recalled the mistrust he had for Luka when he mentioned his feelings for a certain baker's daughter, but he quickly dispelled his insecurities when he knew that Couffaine would never try anything with her. In his words he remembered how the eldest simply said that “her melody had found her own rhapsody,” whatever that meant. It was much worse when he find out about the past feelings his Maribug used to have towards Adrien Agreste, but detesting him made him feel guilty, the boy was also too kind for his own good.

He needed advice, it was not a good sign to be so insecure or jealous. But he was just a confused teenager in his first relationship, they couldn't blame him for his inexperience.

Todoroki Shoto, Memories. A couple days ago.

During finals a certain pigtail lady had sneaked to Japan with the equine kwami’s help, of course, she missed her long-distance boyfriend as much as she knows he missed her too, and surprising her lover from behind she didn’t hesitate into hugging him sideways, laughing and playing with their noses in an soft Eskimo kiss. A couple minutes later, he took her by the waist just to give his girlfriend room to sit on his lap, while both kwamis hovered curiously around the room towards one of the hero magazines.

──── Not that it bothers me for you to come see me, actually I enjoy it, but what are you doing here?

──── I needed a break ... If I hear Lila say how she introduced you to Ladybug again, I will lose my patience, mon trésor.

With a snort the young woman let herself lean on her lover's shoulder, listening to him laugh vaguely with that unmistakable grimace on his lips, without a doubt the double quirk teen was just as entertained of the situation than he should be.

──── She's still into her fantasies? Should I be scared?

──── Not worth it.

In a mocking tone the eldest played with his beloveds’ lips, approaching to touch them tenderly just to move away when his muse deigned to reciprocate. From one moment to the next, he earned her frown, and it was when he saw her pout that he finally let himself be caught, feeling the plump and pink lips against his, sharing the cherry flavor of her usual chapstick.

When closing his eyes in duo with his sun sunshine girl, one of his hands fixed on her cheek tenderly as he passed his thumb over the blush, while in an ephemeral separation to discharge his heavy breath in a second, they again kissed again. Much more shy tan before.

──── Please come tomorrow… If not, who's going to kick my ass in Ultimate Mecha Strike?

Little could he know that his scattered thoughts made Gabriel Agreste smile with discretion, as he, after sending one of his models to their wardrobe test in the care of their star designers, was that he hung up the call by video-chat once he delegated the activities of the day to Nathalie and went calmly towards the portrait of his beloved Emilie, caressing gracefully the illustration on her lips, in a silent conversation with himself.

He would have another chance to save her.

──── Oh, disappointment and jealousy ~ Powerful feelings from the hand of the lover that will bring my victory ... Simply poetic. Get ready, Ladybug! It will be the person who has your very own heart who will bring your defeat to me. So, fly my little Akuma, and possess Endeavor's son!

Ignorant of what was happening, were his racing heartbeats and his concern about losing the girl he had fallen in love with, without notice he caught the attention of a certain villain who triumphantly prepare one of his akumas to leave outside of his lair as he walked in the direction of his butterfly window ready for send his tiny henchman in search of the tormented teenager boy whose peace was disturbed. Humming, Hawkmoth smiled poisonously, capturing in his hands the tiny being whom he filled with negative energy, and in the end commanding them with his stick for catch his target.

Earlier when news of the heroine's romance leaked, he simply didn't rush into acting. He wasn't an idiot, he knew how dangerous it was to villainize the wrong people at the wrong time, he learned it the hard way with certain failed villains. But now, it was the perfect timing for him.

The akuma fluttered from the sky until found the source of such intense negative feelings, it could feel them for miles, and when the time came it was easier to be able to catch him without being noticed. Without missing the opportunity to melt into the bouquet of roses that the brokean hearted boy held so sadly, linking without opportunity to fight in a forced communication with the most feared villain in Paris at the moment when the butterfly communicator managed to get a surprised sigh out of him.

──── Greetings, Heartstroke. I am your friend, Hawkmoth. I have felt your fear of losing the love of your heroine, as everyone sees you as an obstacle. I promise to give you the power to punish whoever dares to take her away from you, and prove them wrong... But there is something you must do for me in return.

His words were poisonous, said with false concern and artificial charisma, selling to his victim the idea that would solve their problems once and for all, but the minor's doubt internally annoyed the criminal, he hated when his victims became resistant.

──── No, I won't give you her miraculous…

──── Don't be naive, son. Every Ladybug is destined for her Black Cat. Creation and destruction cannot live without the other. I offer you the opportunity to free her from her destiny. And what do you say? Do you accept my offer?

The half albino quickly covered his ears, while biting his trembling lip closed at the same time, he closed his eyes, unable to resist the intense connection with Hawkmoth any longer. But with each spoken word he felt increasingly furious, helpless, more insecure. To Paris, he was just a busybody, someone who kept Ladybug away from her one true love, the one who truly cared about her; as with every threatening mail they insinuated that he should get away and look for someone else, that he should stop confusing Lady luck's feelings. He couldn't handle it anymore, he was only human after all, and naturally he was selfish.

Selfish for wanting a future with her.

──── It will be a pleasure, Hawkmoth.

With a simple scaling flash of light, the bicolor eyed boy’s body was enveloped until it disappeared into a new metamorphosis, a different appearance drifted away from his usual looks.

Goodbye Todoroki Shoto, let's meet Heartstroke.

#crakship #todoroki shoto x marinette dupain cheng #todobug #mlb x bnha #bnha x mlb #crackship #marinette ships #alya sugar

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shiningamongdarkness · 3 years

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Chapter 42.Look what I did

Shining among Darkness

By WingzemonX

Chapter 42. Look what I did

While everything outside was in absolute chaos, the real culprit of that horror watched her work from the hospital security room with particular pride and satisfaction. Lily Sullivan was still sitting in front of the console, her hands resting on it. From her position, she observed everyone who appeared and disappeared from the monitors. Although, in reality, she did not need them to see all her current victims. But they were a good guide, as a small map so as not to get lost, since the number of people she had to reach was more significant than any she had previously achieved.

Lily created horrible visions in the heads of all these crazy people, altering them and letting their fears consume them and act on them. She made them see all other people as hideous creatures, with rotten skin hanging from their faces, yellowish teeth popping out of their mouths, and reddened pus-filled eyes. Of course, the reaction of all was of aversion, terror, and above all of the violence; a lot of violence.

The show was a real treat for her. So much chaos, so much confusion, so much fear… She was delighted, even intoxicated, by it all. Her father always thought that fear was like food to her; that fed on her and made her stronger. She never quite believed that statement, but at the moment, she was tempted to consider it. The sensation that ran through her body was exquisite.

Suddenly, out of all the frightened and confused faces that appeared on the monitors, one caught her attention in a particular way; one that she managed to recognize immediately: the hateful Portland detective who interrogated her and dared to lock her in that room (with everything and guard at the door). She knew immediately that it was him, and it took her slightly by surprise. What was that guy doing there? Was he looking for her? It did not matter because without knowing it, he had just entered the cave of the worst wolf he had ever known.

Lily smirked.

"Well, look who we have here. My old detective friend. Just in time for fun..."

All the ideas that had crossed her mind to do with that man as soon as she had the opportunity came to her mind. And this one apparently was being presented on a silver platter. Indeed his square and simple mind could not understand what he was seeing, and he was naively wondering why everyone was acting so… "crazy." Of course, he still wasn't able to see anything they saw. He was just standing there with his gun in one hand and barely managing to hold it as he moved on those crutches. Surely he wanted to have a clear target to shoot at, as it was what he did best: aiming and then "bang!" If that's what he wanted, why not help him a bit with it? That would surely make him feel better.

"What are you afraid of, detective?" Lily whispered, focusing most of her attention on that single individual.

- - - -

Vazquez and Cole kept trying to calm things down in the hallways, but there seemed to be no favorable resolution. It was all a horrible pitched battle of everyone against everyone. Faces were scratched, heads smashed against walls, and even hands, arms, or necks were bitten in desperate defense. Vazquez, due to his condition, was the one who had it the most difficult. Still, his stubbornness was much more powerful than his physical limitation.

Suddenly, the Portland detective stopped abruptly without Cole noticing at first. He stared at the crowd of people in front of him in puzzlement as his appearance began to change, little by little, with each blink he gave. The faces of patients and nurses alike grew emaciated, leaving in their place only dangling skins attached to their skulls. The detective backed away, stunned. In a second, all those hideous faces turned towards him simultaneously, and one by one, they began to approach him.

"Stay where you are!" He yelled loudly at them, raising his weapon towards them. "Back off now!"

Vazquez backed away in fear, stomping on his crutches and falling to the ground. His injured ankle ached intensely, but he made no exclamation. All his senses were focused on those faces with hollow cheeks and eyes, ashen skins, and stained and missing teeth. Those faces, they were all alike; they were all the face of...

"Deja de llorar, Roberto," he heard one of those faces pronounced hoarsely in fluent Spanish.

"¡Deja de llorar como una puta!" One more of them added, with the same voice as before.

They kept getting closer, shuffling step by step. One by one spoke with the same voice, pulled from some cold and forgotten corner of Vazquez's memory.

"Miren a la niña de mami."

"¿Vas a ir a llorarle a mami?"

"No, no, no," the policeman muttered, totally petrified. However, his right arm was still raised, and his pistol pointed straight ahead. The following words also escaped him in Spanish: "Tú estás muerto… Hijo de tu puta madre, ¡estás muerto!"

"Soy un viejo que se caga encima, y aun así sigues temblando al verme, niñita."

"¿A quién crees que engañas con tu disfraz de policía?"

"Eres un pendejo, un inútil, y un malagradecido."

"Sólo sabes responder a putazos, igual que tu madre…"

The one who was closest to him raised his arm in the air. From his perspective, his hand looked immense, as he saw it when he was just a six years old little boy trembling in the corner of the room. The face accompanying that hand was not yet consumed by the alcohol and the coca.

"¡No me toques!, ¡no me toques bastardo!"

Vazquez gripped his gun, his finger on the trigger.

Another of those creatures lunged at him with great speed from the side, grabbing his arm and deflecting the weapon upward. The gun went off, and the bullet hit a ceiling lamp just above them, creating a small explosion and shower of sparks.

"Vazquez!" Cole shouted while he struggled on the ground with the Portland detective, trying to take his gun away from him. "Whatever you are seeing is not real! Give me your gun!"

Vazquez wasn't listening to it. He was still kicking and roasting, spitting screams in Spanish that Cole couldn't quite understand. The gun fired once more, now hitting a wall. The nurses who were not prey to hallucinations had no choice but to leave the place scared. The affected patients, some ran in terror down the corridor too, but others remained in place screaming in terror and hitting the walls and faces.

From the control room, Lily was laughing more than happily. All of this was much better than she expected.

Cole kept struggling with Vazquez, trying to disarm him before he hurt someone else. But the despair and fear invading him had given him more strength than expected to defend himself. This guy was an annoying stubborn, but he was a cop like him, wounded in the line of duty. He was also hallucinating because of a third party, or at least that seemed to Cole to be the safest thing to think. The last thing he wanted was to hurt him, but he didn't have much choice in the end.

Midway through their struggle, he dug his knee hard against Vazquez's abdomen, knocking the air out of her. Vazquez doubled over, exhaling a deep groan of pain. Cole immediately withdrew his gun and threw it away from him. Next, he punched him hard in the face that caused the Portland officer to fall sideways to the ground, stunned but still defiant. Cole stepped over him and gave him one more blow, and it seemed to affect him even more than the last.

Vazquez remained on the ground, semiconscious and complaining of the pain that was indeed invading his body. Cole stood up, waving his sore hands slightly from the blows. Before he could recover, he dragged Vazquez off his feet into one of the open rooms; the cop did not resist at all. He was able to put him inside the room and locked him up; for his protection and the others.

Cole took a deep breath with some relief. He took a few seconds to try to digest it all, settle down, and then think of his following action. Instinctively, he raised his gaze to a corner of the hall, where one of the security cameras was located; it stared at him like a single accusing eye, the red light above it blinking every so often. He had a hunch that the telepath who was causing all this might be looking at them right through that camera. And therefore, in theory, he was staring into their eyes right now, him or her.

"So boring," Lily muttered from the other side, staring at Cole's angry face on the monitor. Soon after, the detective began to walk down the hall in a hurry, but not before bending down to take Vazquez's gun from the floor. "You come for me? Don't make me laugh. I could make you shoot yourself with that gun whenever I want." Her attention was diverted at that moment to another of the monitors, where she could see Esther walking stealthily. And right on the board to one side, she saw another person also wandering, but with more modest steps, dare he even say fearful. "But I think we won't be around much longer to see it."

- - - -

Samara wandered lost for a while among the hospital corridors, not knowing exactly where she should go. She hadn't come across anyone to that point, nor had she seen firsthand the havoc Lily Sullivan was wreaking on the minds of those present. However, the loneliness that was breathed caused her some confusion and anguish.

What had happened? And whatever it was, was it happening because of her? And who exactly was doing it? She couldn't believe it was caused directly by the Other Samara; she didn't have that kind of influence unless she allowed her to somehow.

She kept roaming for a bit longer. She was getting ready to go to where she seemed to remember the reception and the main door of the hospital was. She had been locked there for too long, and the exit door was not exactly a place they used to or even want to take her to.

A few steps to her right caught her attention. She thought for a few moments that it would be some nurse trying to get her back to her room. She thought fleetingly about what she would do if that was the situation. Would she give them a "push" like the one she gave Dr. Scott? Did she wish to go out so badly to do that? Samara turned slowly in that direction. The person she saw was not a nurse. In fact, it was a girl, a little shorter than her, with a backpack on her back and who was looking at her with some anxiety in her eyes.

"Samara," the stranger said firmly. "You're Samara Morgan, right?"

She looked at her carefully without answering her immediately. She was unfamiliar, and she was not dressed to be a patient here. And besides… there was something strange about her. She perceived it just when she saw her, but the girl could not identify what it was exactly. Something in her did not agree, and that caused certain distrust to Samara.

"Who are you?" She murmured uneasily, backing away a little.

"Hey, don't be scared," the girl whispered slowly, throwing her hands towards her. Her face abruptly softened, and she gave a gentle smile, which would perhaps be adorable if it weren't for the fact that it seemed totally fake. "I don't have time for long explanations, okay? Let's leave it in that my name is Esther, and I came to get you out of here. And I'm going to do it by hook or by crook."

Still smiling, the stranger subtly reached her left hand toward her backpack while her right was still up, perhaps in an attempt to distract her.

"I really don't want to hurt you. I'm your friend..."

Samara narrowed her eyes a little, still suspicious.

"Are you who she said would come for me?"

The girl became excited in confusion and slowly made her hand recoil from her attempt to grab her backpack.

"I don't know what 'she' you mean. But yes, someone sent me for you. A very handsome boy; I think you'll be pleased to meet him." She commented that last with a very notorious gossipy tone. "What do you say? Are you coming with me?"

Samara stared at her in silence for a moment, and then she raised her gaze just a little above the stranger's head. And there it was, that dark figure standing in the middle of that perfect white corridor, highlighted by its haggard and opaque state. She looked back at her; among all the sea of black hair that hid her face, Samara could notice it, and as well that creature was slowly nodding her head with a sign of affirmation.

The girl hesitated for a few moments, but then she nodded in the same way too. The girl with the backpack seemed surprised, perhaps by how (apparently) easy it had been to convince her.

"Perfect, quick." Esther held out her hand to the girl to take it. Samara did, and in less than a second later, they started running. Samara was almost flying because that girl turned out to be stronger and faster than she looked, or perhaps she was much thinner and lighter than she thought.

"What is happening?" The young from Moesko murmured slowly, watching the orange sirens of the alarm as they advanced. "You did this?"

"Me and another new friend," Esther replied. "You'll also like her. Beneath her unfriendly mask, it's kind of nice."

Samara didn't understand what she meant, but she didn't think about it too much. She didn't know precisely where she was taking her but trusted her to know.

As they walked, out of the corner of her eye, Samara noticed a figure moving down another adjacent hallway they were going. She turned slightly toward it, and as soon as she saw that, she stopped, apparently applying enough force so that Esther's grip was dislodged. Esther nearly fell flat forward from the sudden change.

A woman with long black hair, a white patient suit, and a gray sweater over it walked forward, looking around, disoriented. Both of her hands were firmly grasping in front of her, seemingly holding something.

Samara recognized her immediately, and her heart leaped with excitement.

"Mommy?" She exclaimed loudly enough to be heard in the echo from the hall. Anna Morgan stopped advancing and turned quickly toward her, her eyes wide in amazement and confusion. Yes, it was her. "Mommy! Mommy!"

Samara, without thinking twice, began to run quickly down the hall towards her before the stranger who had come to get her could do something to stop her. For the first time in weeks, Samara's face lit up even a little, drawing as close to a joyous smile as she could get. Even the way she ran towards her mother was in stark contrast to the sleepy, absent demeanor that almost always characterized her. Now she was running, practically jumping with happiness, like a normal girl happy to see her mother.

The adult woman, by her side, remained standing in her place, watching silently as the girl approached her, having both hands still firm in front of her.

"I'm happy that you're fine, mommy…" Samara whispered, only a few steps away from her. And it was at that moment that as she took one of those last steps, she caught a glimpse of that same dark and gaunt figure from a few moments ago, standing just off the side of the hall as she ran past her.

"Stop!" The Other Samara yelled at her loudly, her voice echoing only in her head. "Don't get any closer!"

Samara turned to look at her for only a fraction of a second, confused by such a warning. However, as she turned back to her mother, the cruel reality of those words struck her head-on.

Anna quickly pulled out the scalpel she held hidden in her hands and waved it in the air, making a long cut across Samara's cheek. The girl backed away and fell to her seat in fear, clutching her cheek that was beginning to bleed.

"You did this, right?" Anna asked sharply, holding the scalpel in front of her. "You caused this chaos. Wherever you go, everything you touch is corrupted and destroyed. You are the Devil, the very Devil walking this earth!"

Esther looked alarmed at such a scene. She approached hurriedly, and by mere reflex, raised her weapon, pointing it at the woman. But at that very moment, Samara stood in front of her, preventing her from shooting.

"No, mommy, please… I didn't do anything… Please, mommy… I love you…"

Samara took a fearful step towards her mother, extending her free hand towards her. At that moment, Anna waved the scalpel again, now making a deep cut into her palm. Samara doubled over in pain, clutching her hand and backing away, groaning.

"I'm not your fucking mommy! Spawn of the Devil! I wish I had never met you! You just made my life hell!"

Anna Morgan's voice echoed loudly in the hallway, and so did Esther's own head, who was watching everything paralyzed in place. She had already raised her pistol at her again, her finger on the trigger, ready to blow her head off without the slightest hesitation. But those words paralyzed her...

"I'm not your fucking mommy!"

That scream was repeated in her head over and over again, creating a pain that ran through her neck and back. Her hand shook, and she was unable to shoot. She was unable to kill that woman. She was unable to kill her mother... again.

The ceiling lights began to flicker suddenly, and heavy air completely covered the corridor. The ground at Samara's feet began to corrode and break, taking on a dirty ocher hue as if a strong acid were starting to consume it. Slowly the girl raised her face back to her mother. However, her eyes were wholly filled with fury, totally oblivious to the jubilant ones from just now, and they were pinned right on the woman in front of her.

Terrified, Anna took only two steps back before being completely paralyzed and lost in the deep darkness that consisted of Samara's eyes. Those eyes... they were the same as that occasion, the one in which all those horrible and unpleasant images flooded her head, preventing her from thinking about anything else. But now, it was a little different. There were no images slowly consuming her sanity. Actually... there was nothing. Anna didn't feel anything; she didn't think about anything. She just seemed to be floating in a deep, murky sea of darkness...

Without saying anything, Anna Morgan firmly took the scalpel in her hand, raised it to her neck, and then, before Esther's astonished eyes and Samara's angry gaze, she stabbed it directly into the right side of her neck, until depths.

Matilda had arrived in the hallway just at that moment, stunned by such an image. Anna pulled out the scalpel once and reattached it. Blood spurted from her wound, covering the wall and staining her white coat. She did it again a second time and a third time as if she could not feel any pain. But she did feel it; she felt it all...

"Samara! No!" Matilda yelled from the end of the hall and quickly used her telekinesis to snatch the scalpel from Anna Morgan's hand before she repeated the abominable act a fourth time. But it was late enough.

The woman fell to the ground, first on her knees and then collapsed on her side. Blood kept pouring from her throat and mouth, trickling down her body and staining the floor. Only then did Samara seem to react and realize what she had done. Her face softened, and she looked in horror at her mother lying in front of her.

"No, no, no!" She screamed in horror and approached her mother, hugging her and trying to place her hand on her wound. Samara's clothes were stained red, as were her hands. "No, mommy... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to..."

Anna stared at her with empty eyes as she spat blood from her mouth. She coughed a few times, her breath hitting a bit near the end, and then… she just went still… Her eyes kept pointing to her daughter, but they weren't really looking at her. They weren't looking at anything at all, and Samara knew it.

"No, mommy... Nooo!!" Samara yelled loudly, and the walls and windows rumbled. Then she hugged her mother's body tightly, beginning to cry uncontrollably and staining herself even more with her blood. Their screams rang out loud, drowning out even the incessant sound of the alarm.

Matilda was astonished for a moment at the horrible scene she had just witnessed, but gradually she forced herself to react. Then she approached fearfully towards her patient.

"Samara," Matilda whispered very slowly. "Samara, listen to me…" The girl lifted her face covered in tears and blood (hers and her mother's) towards her. "Nothing of this is your fault, no..."

"You told me you would help me, Matilda…" Samara whispered suddenly between groans. "You told me that you would help me control my powers! You said to me that I wouldn't hurt anyone else anymore! And look what I did! I killed my mom! I killed her!"

Matilda froze again at the image in front of her: the image of a girl covered in blood, embracing her mother's lifeless body. The same image she had seen four years ago when she entered into that house in Chamberlain.

Esther was in a state quite similar to hers. Also, that image brought a wave of memories and feelings that drowned her. Suddenly she felt something that she hadn't felt for a long, long time: the urge to cry... but she wouldn't, not now or in that place.

Esther started abruptly and without much thought to shoot Matilda. The first bullet hit the doctor in the right shoulder, knocking her out of her thoughts and knocking her to the ground. Esther shot her three more times, but this time Matilda could react, focus, and stop the bullets before they hit her. This did not surprise her attacker, and, in fact, she expected it to happen just like that.

"Let's go!" Esther yelled loudly, and then she took Samara by the arm and yanked her upright. Samara didn't have the strength to resist and just let her pull as she continued to let out bitter sobs.

Matilda shook the bullets off her and tried to stand. But as she did so, she felt a great stabbing pain in her shoulder that brought her to her knees again. The bullet had entered and left without touching bone or anything, but that didn't take away the pain or the bleeding that was beginning to soak through her blouse. She tried again to stand up, now with better luck. She stepped past Anna Morgan's body and ran after the girls, clinging her left hand to the wound as best she could.

As they ran, Esther quickly took out her walkie-talkie.

"I need a damn distraction!" She yelled loudly, hoping Lily would hear her from the other side. "The woman who follows me is very dangerous."

There wasn't as such an answer from Lily, but she hoped she had heard her.

The two girls turned a corner, out of sight of Matilda long enough. When the psychiatrist turned the same corner, she stopped for a moment and looked around confusedly because there was no sign of who she was chasing. In front of her was only a long corridor, long enough so that at least she could see them in the distance because she had not been so far behind. But from the shape of the corridor, they couldn't have gone anywhere other than to the front, so she started to dash in that direction.

Her shoulder burned, and she had started to sweat.

She continued down the lonely corridor until she came to an end... and it really was. There was no other adjacent corridor. Instead, it ended in a wall with a window, perfectly closed and impossible to open. But there was no sign of Samara and that woman, who she was sure was the same one she had seen in Portland.

She turned on her feet, gazing thoughtfully at the doors on the side of the hall, suspecting that perhaps they had been hiding in one of those rooms. A reasonable thought, but wrong. Unbeknownst to Matilda, the little one hidden in the security control room had gotten into her head. By the time she finished going through half of those rooms, she had realized that the long hallway did indeed connect with others that she did not see or rather could not see. And at that point, that would be too late.

- - - -

"Mission accomplished," Esther said, pleased from the radio she had left for Lily in the security room. "I can't go back there. You'll have to go to the van on your own. Can you do it, brat?"

"With my eyes closed," Lily replied sarcastically.

She looked back at the monitors. Little by little, she let the illusions she had caused dissipate one by one. It would be difficult for her to keep everything working while leaving that place without being seen (literally). The monitors showed the reactions of relief, confusion, and, of course, the terror that did not disappear completely. Even some of the fighting that had started seemed unwilling to die down anytime soon.

Lily would have loved to stay long enough to see how far this could take. Could she even have her little puppets burn that whole place down on their own like Emily had? That would have been fun to watch. But indeed, it was time to go.

She placed her hands on the console and pushed herself back slightly to make the chair roll away from it so she could lower herself more quickly. However, before she could get her feet low enough, something stopped her tracks. At first, she didn't understand it, and later... she couldn't either. She felt her wrists clench, holding them steady and motionless on the armrests. And looking at them, she saw that it wasn't just the sensation: her wrists were surrounded by thick chains of shackles that had come practically out of nowhere.

"What?" She exclaimed in surprise, and a second later, more of those chains emerged, tying her entire torso to the chair and her two angles to each other. The latter gave her a painful cramp, as her injured leg had stuck and rubbed with the good one.

What was happening? Who had done that?

The chair turned on its own a hundred and eighty degrees, making Lily's face look right at the door. Her captor, or who she supposed this was, was standing there staring at her with sternness and deep concentration through the transparent glass of her thick glasses.

"You must be Lily," Cody commented somewhat harshly, approaching her without taking his eyes off her. Lily was looking at him too, with a combination of confusion and mostly anger.

"Are you doing this?" She questioned sharply. "They are not illusions, are they?"

"They are, but not like yours."

Cody stood right in front of the girl, analyzing her carefully. He could see a little of the bruise still present from the blow her kidnapper had given her, showing under her dark hair that covered part of her face. Cody noticed as well as the crutches that had leaned against the console. The skirt she was wearing wholly covered her thigh and, therefore, the bandage that wrapped her not very pleasant wound.

The next thing Cody noticed was much more horrible, and it scared him so much that he couldn't understand how he hadn't seen it at first: the two bodies lying on the ground, each shot in the head. Both in security guard uniforms, both obviously dead.

He was tempted to look away. He didn't want to have those horrible images in his head; the perfect recipe for a good nightmare. But it was late, well the image of their faces stuck against the pool of their own blood would not be quickly erased from his head. He decided then to turn entirely towards Lily and try not to look or think of anything else.

"Are you here with Leena Klammer? Why are you helping the woman who kidnapped you?"

Lily was silent for a moment, but then gradually, her aggressive expression softened, abruptly changing to a look full of anguish.

"I didn't know what else to do," she whispered almost painfully as if she were about to burst into tears. "She is not a girl as she seems. She's totally crazy! I thought she would kill me. Please help me…" She cut off her words abruptly, letting out a deep snort of exhaustion and perhaps frustration. That supposed fear and anguish, which for a second Cody was very close to swallowing, was gone in just a flash. "You know what, Cody? I'm too tired, and possibly high for so many drugs that crazy woman has given me, to play that now."

Cody didn't get much of a chance to think about how rare that abrupt change in attitude was, even despite what he had read in the file about her that Matilda had taught him. All his attention abruptly turned to one thing: the way she had called him.

"How do you know my name?" He murmured, quite confused.

After seeing what that girl had supposedly done in the past, one of his theories was that she could possess telepathic abilities. With that, it would not be so strange if she discovered some information about him. But… he hadn't thought about her name at the time, or not unless he realized it. Also, wasn't he supposed to have a specially placed protection on his mind to prevent such things?

Cody began to feel nervous… and perhaps more than that.

Lily, for her part, smiled, satisfied with his obvious reaction.

"How do I know the name of the scary little Cody Morgan who's afraid of falling asleep? People's fears and worries are the easiest I can perceive, and both are screaming loudly from you." Her smile widened even more, drawing a rather wicked grin on that tiny, supposedly innocent face. "What exactly were you planning to do by coming here? You aren't a hero, Cody… You're just a bunch of insecurities and horrors…"

Had she said fears and worries? Cody immediately remembered from just moments ago his reaction to seeing the bodies of the security guards. What had he thought of at the time? What was it that bothered him when he thought about his nightmares...?

Cody felt at that moment how a long, heavy hand was placed on his right shoulder, squeezing it tightly. Next was the sound of heavy, painful breathing coming right from behind him. He turned quickly, and then he saw it: that tall, thin, dull-skinned being, smeared over his gaunt face without any trace of hair, with his eyes sunken as if they were only empty sockets, in whose darkness two small white eyes appeared devoid of any trace of humanity or emotion in them. The creature's wrinkled lips curved into a smile even more hideous than Lily Sullivan's.

Cody let out a small cry of terror and quickly backed away, staring in disbelief at the figure in front of him. The creature approached him with slow steps, hunching its torso to one side and its head to the other, still looking at him. Its long arms fell to its sides, writhing as he advanced. Cody could hear the sound of its bones cracking and thundering.

"No, it can't be," Cody muttered, noticeably panicked. Without noticing, he tripped over the body of one of the guards as he backed away, falling to the floor in a sitting position; in one of the reddish puddles. "You no longer exist, I eliminated you!"

The creature let out a loud screech at once, and dozens of dark moths flew out of its mouth and began to fly at it. Cody closed his eyes and raised his arms, trying to protect himself from the animals. He felt them collide with him, fluttering in his hair, and even seemed to feel that one of them was biting the skin of his hands. The monster abruptly lunged at him, crossing the distance that separated them in less than a second. He took him by the arms and pushed him to the ground. When Cody opened his eyes again, he found himself face to face with the long look from the worst of his nightmares, staring at him from above, still with that long and grotesque smile. That thing extended its face to him until it was right next to his ear.

"I am... always... with you..." It whispered in a hoarse, exhausted voice that left Cody petrified.

Then the creature wrapped her two long, slender arms around him and pressed its cold, rough body against it. And little by little, Cody felt himself sinking into that grayish skin, being enveloped by it little by little as if it were a pupal cocoon.

"No!" He began to scream desperately, trying to get the thing off him, but it was impossible to do so.

That was an illusion; that wasn't real. That image had been invented by his subconscious many years ago based on the appearance of his biological mother dying of cancer, something his young mind had not been able to understand. And in those moments, he had not created it, nor was he asleep, so there was no way it was there. His logical side knew it and was yelling it loudly at him. But even so, he couldn't help himself. He couldn't push the thing away. He, a supposed expert in illusions, could not get rid of one as strong as that.

And there he was, writhing in terror on the ground as if he were a nine-year-old boy again, without understanding what was happening to him. No monsters or moths were stalking him. Only Lily Sullivan, who a while ago had managed to get up from the chair because, before such a scene, Cody had been unable to continue maintaining the chains that held her. The girl stood next to him, leaning on her crutches, watching with amusement as he writhed, staining his clothes with the blood on the floor.

"I may not be able to make my illusions real like you, but I don't need them to be. I just need you to believe they are... Still, I am surprised to see what that woman told me was true. There are more like me in these parts." Then he snorted wryly. "Although, hardly a being as pathetic as you could be considering my equal..."

Her radio rang again at that moment.

"We're getting to the exit! Where are you going?!" She heard Esther's voice echo, pulling her out a bit from the luscious scene she was contemplating.

"I'm coming," she replied reluctantly, pressing the button to open the communication and then snorted in annoyance. "Apparently, we wouldn't have enough time to get this over with. I'd like to stay and talk, but I'm in a hurry. Have fun."

While Cody felt that he was wholly absorbed by that creature above him, being totally immobilized and with difficulty breathing, Lily began to head to the exit as the rhythm of her crutches allowed her. She would leave that illusion active until she was at a safe distance, and she would have to deal more with not being seen than with torturing this stranger. She was partly pleased with the idea of leaving that individual alive for now. Perhaps they would meet again, and he could show her what else he was capable of, and she would do the same...

END OF CHAPTER 42

Author's Notes:

-The description of the creature Cody sees at the end of this chapter is from the Canker Man's monster, originally from the film Before I Wake of 2016.

#matilda wormwood #matilda #samara #the ring #esther coleman #leena klammer #cole sear #sixth sense #orphan #lily sullivan #case 39 #shining among darkness #resplandor entre tinieblas #wingzemonx #fanfic #fanfiction

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Heartbreaker ~ Bellamy Blake (part 4)

A/n: This got a lot more attention than I thought it would. If anyone wants to have me start a tag list for this story just let me know :)

Word Count: 4528

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Wells' death was hard on me. I was there for Clarke though mostly, which meant far less time with Bellamy. We hadn't talked about the kids or what was going on between us or where we stood yet and it was taking a toll. But Clarke was my friend and the pain she was feeling over losing Wells was more important than my romantic drama with Bellamy.

When Finn asked me to give them some space, I snuck away while he confronted her to give her some gift he was so excited about. I was sure things were fine and I had no worries.

Until I saw her bare wrist. I caught her arm as she passed me. "Clarke," I whispered, eyes wide.

She pulled her arm away. "Not now." I let it go, stepping away and getting back to work.

Just to have Murphy piss me off. When he whipped his wang out to pee on one of the others, I shoved him. Hard. He missed the kid completely. "What the FUCK is your deal?" I screamed. He faced me, our chests touching. He was taller than me but I was angry. "Get over yourself Murphy you're nothing special. Learn to back off. Bellamy said to give the kid some water."

He sneered, "You're not one to go around preaching about what Bellamy says. Aren't you team Clarke?"

"We're all on Earth you dimwit! There are no teams!"

Hands were pushing us apart and I looked over to see Bellamy himself. "Both if you calm down," he snapped. "Y/n, come with me. It seems you two need some space from each other." A look crossed Murphy's face and I could hear the words he wasn't saying in my head so clearly that I got even angrier. Teasing us about having sex or making out. Poking fun at Bellamy because he could have easily pulled Murphy away but he didn't. He pulled me. I pushed his unheard taunting words out of my head and followed after Bellamy. "What's your deal with him?" he asked. "You're usually pretty level headed these days."

I actually smiled, but it didn't last long. "He just gets under my skin. He's ruthless and seems to genuinely like hurting people. I don't feel safe with him around. And when I don't feel safe... I lash out, I guess." Bellamy nodded but before anything else could happen, Octavia and Jasper were rubbing up to us, babbling about something they had seen in the woods, and Murphy was forgotten.

Wells' missing fingers had been found and after a quick conclusion that his murderer had been on of the 100, my brain was packed with red tinted images of Murphy covered in Wells' blood. If I didn't feel safe around him before, I felt actively in danger now. I was relieved when Clarke went after him.

"You son of a bitch!" she screamed, shoving him hard. I watched from the tent entrance, fighting a smile. I shouldn't get joy from her pain or from Murphy's death, but... after seeing him walk around here like he owned the place, stepping on people like no one but him and Bellamy meant anything at all... I got some satisfaction from it.

"What's your problem?" he asked, laughing. The bastard.

"Recognize this?" Clarke asked, drawing Murphy's eyes as she held up to the blade.

Murphy shrugged. "It's my knife, where did you find it?" He went to reach for it but Clarke pulled it out of his reach and his hand fell to his side.

"Where you droppe dit after you killed Wells," she accused roughly.

People began gathering and Murphy seemed to stop short, his mood completely changing. "Where I WHAT?" he spat. There was a silence. And something... something was off. "The Grounders killed Wells, not me."

Clarke stepped closer to her and that anxiety and fear rose up in me again, but for her, not me. "I know what you did, and you're going to pay for it."

"Really?" Murphy eased, disbelieving. "Bellamy you really believe this crap?" He looked at his leader but Bellamy didn't say anything. I stepped forward, moving so I was next to Bell, even if we were fairly delegated by space. He was diagonal from Clarke, to her right, and I was the same but to her left. We stood a ways back, watching and unsure.

"You threatens to kill him, we all heard you," Clarke reminded, her voic elevating. "You hated Wells."

Murphy crosses his arms over his chest. "Plenty of people hated wells. His father was the chancellor!" His voice rose for that last part, as if announcing it or using it as proof. If he wasn't guilty, why did he look and act and sound so defensive? If he did, why did it feel like there was something VERY odd about this whole thing?

Clarke's voice knocked me out of my thoughts. "Not many people got in a knife with him!" she yelled.

"Yeah I didn't kill him then either," Murphy ground out.

Octavia took a small stepped forward, from standing next to her brother to standing in front of him. "Tried to kill Jasper too."

A tension rang out for a few solid seconds and I looked at Murphy calculatingly. He had fear. Real fear. But not guilt. Not the darkness or the torment of a murderer. But if he was unbothered by killing Wells, did that make him innocent or psycothic? "Come on this is ridicuslous. I don't have to answer to you- I don't have to answer to anyone!"

"Come again?" Bellamy piped up.

Another long pause. Shuffling. Tension. Awkwardness. Hesitation. Then Murphy broke it, walking past Clarke to his leader. "Bellamy," he said rather evenly. "Look, I'm telling you, man. I didn't do this."

Bellamy's eyes narrowed. "They found his fingers on the ground with your knife."

"Is this the kind of society we want?" Clarke yelled, grabbing everyone's attention again. She looked around and then looked at Bellamy, her eyes intense and her gaze accusing. "You say you want no rules- does that mean we can kill each other without- without punishment?"

Murphy stepped towards her and there was an honesty about the way he did it. No bravado, like when he played strong and brave for everyone else. "Look I already told you, I didn't kill anyone!" he seethed.

"What if he's telling the truth?" I didn't realize I'd said it out loud until that tense silence was back again and everyone was looking at me. Each and every person had an equally surprised look on their face- even Murphy. I found the need to defend myself. "I mean, just because it's his weapon doesn't mean he was automatically the one that wielded it. Just like Wells used Bellamy's gun to shoot that lion-tiger-whatever thing in the woods when you went to get Jasper. We've all heard the story." I stood taller. "Sure he's a dick and a hot head, but we know that he's all talk. No matter what he says I don't think he would really kill a person unless he absolutely had to. He can't even stand up to Bellamy without shaking in his boots." He glared at me but the look was softer than usual. "What happened to innocent until proven guilty?"

Clarke turned to face me, anger rolling off of her in waves. Did K just out our friendship on the line for a douchebag I absolutely hated? For MURPHY? "And what if he's lying? There's plenty of evidence- I don't want to give him more time to do more damage!"

Then someone said the two words I thought I was free from and with that one phrase a type of fear I didn't know I could feel coursed through me, freezing my blood and turning my bones to steal. "Float him."

Clark whipped around to face the speaker. "That's now what I'm saying."

"Why not?" the boy asked. "He deserves to float. It's justice."

"Revenge is not justice!" Clarke snapped back.

"It's justice! Float him! Float him!" And he started cheering. The crowd around us roared and echoed his chant. It was so loud I was knocked out of my state of shocked fear and I ran to Murphy's side just as he jerked forward. For that reason only I was able to fight some people away... before a hand came across the side of my head and I was knocked flat on my back. The crowd wa smiling and I was groaning to get to my feet. I was moving, fighting, running. And then everything changed.

"Bellamy. You should do it."

Clarke was screaming, begging him not to. He didn't hear her though. He made eye contact with me and I gave him a very dark look. I mentally screamed at him not to do it. "You left Atom, I know you're not a killer!" That phrase seemed to tip him off.

He kicked the stool out from under Murphy and I was suddenly losing my center of gravity. If I was struggling with me feelings for Bellamy before, it wasn't a struggle anymore. "This is on you, Princess!" He screamed at Clarke. "You should have kept your mouth shut.

Finn ran into the scene and went to save Bellamy but he was cutoff bu the bitch boy that had started this whole thing. Bellamy was stopping Clarke and I wa the only one left. I grabbed a knife from my waist and and pushed through the crowd. The blade slid across someone's skin and caused even more panic as Charlotte screamed, "STOP IT! STOP! It wasn't Murphy didn't kill Wells!" We all grew quiet but I wasn't looking at her, I was moving to Murphy. "I did."

My blade hit the rope and Murphy fell. I was at his side immediately. "Murphy?" His fingers wrapped around my wrist gently, air desperately screaming into his lungs. My eyes skipped right over Bellamy's and I felt the pain in his chest at my complete rejection without even having to see his face for long at all. My eyes landed on Charlotte. She looked terrified and for the million time since I'd been on Earth, I was faced with another dilemma that should have been easy... but wasn't.

"BRING OUT THE GIRL BELLAMY!" I was the only thing that stood between a raging Murphy and Bellamy, Finn, Clarke, and Charlotte, who were inside the tent. I had my arms crossed over my chest. I wouldn't let him kill her. That's all I was thinking right now. "I thought you were done with him!" he spat at me. "I almost got killed because of her!"

"And killing her is just as bad as them trying i kill you," I replied with complete monotone.

Inside the tent, Bellamy sighed. "Why Charlotte?" He asked the young girl.

"I was just trying to slay my demons," she whimpered. "Like you told me!"

"What the hell js she talking about?" Clarke snapped.

Bellamy wa struggling. "She misunderstood me," he mumbled nervously. "Charlotte that is not what I meant."

"BRING THE GIRL OUT NOW!" Murphy screamed again. He took a step closer and I brandished my blade. He stepped back again.

"Please don't let them hurt me!" Charlotte begged, near hysterics. I couldn't just stand here for much longer. I was so tired of this...

"If you guys have any bright ideas, speak up," Bellamy grumbled. Defeat was so clear in his voice that I felt my insides begin to twist. She couldn't die. She couldn't die. She couldn't die. But there was quiet in the tent and my stomach twisted tighter. "Now you guys stay quiet?" Bellamy snapped.

"Those are your boys out there," Finn shot back.

"This is not my fault," Bellamy stayed clearly. "If she'd listened to me, those idiots would still be building the wall!"

Murphy was getting restless. "You want to build a society, Princess?" he screamed. "Let's build a society! Bring her out!

"No!" Charlotte screamed. "Please Bellamy." Her voice was soft and wet with emotion and I grunted, my teeth clicked together to right my jaw was burning.

There were whispers I couldn't hear and then Bellamy was exiting the tent. I stayed back. I didnt want to be anywhere near him right now. "Look who finally decided to join us," Murphy spat as he approached rather quickly.

"Dial it down and back off," Bellamy ordered clearly.

Murphy stepped closer again. "Or what?" He was covered in blood and my face contorted with pain. I wanted it to go away. I wanted what just happened to be rewound and hidden, buried deep and out of sight forever. "What are you gonna do about me? Hang me?" I flinched.

"I was just giving the people hat they wanted," Bellamy told him without a single care in the world. Without a lick of guilt. I didn't realize I was glaring at him until Infelt eyes on me and looked over to see Murphy looking. Then I was knocked out of my thoughts and felt the shape of my face and forced it calm. But Murphy had already seen it- the damage was done. "Yeah," he said in the same tone. "That's a good idea." He turned around to face the crowd behind him. "Why don't we do that right now?" I felt my heart drop into my toes. "So who wants to see the real murderer hung up? All in favor?" He rose his hands. His little buddies rose their hands. Maybe five people... out of the total ninety-something of us there were. Ouch. "I see." The words were filled with so much anger they seemed to ooze out of him like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube. "So it's okay to string me up for NOTHING, but when this little batch confesses, you all let her walk?!"

Silence. Dead silence. He turned to me again but this time I wasn't afraid. "They're dicks," I agreed. All eyes turned to me. "They're irrational and stupid." I looked directly at Bellamy. "This is why we have rules." My eyes moved back to Murphy. "RULES. A WAY we do things. Justice, NOT revenge. A non-bias judge. Shit like that. People just wanted to kill you because as much of a dick as they are, you're MORE of a dick. Dragging her out here is not going to reverse what's been going on this whole time. It's going to make it worse!"

His face twisted with rage. There was no talking sense into him. "COWARD!" he screamed. He stormed at me but Bellamy intervened, probably saving my ass.

"Murphy!" he hollered, face aged with dark seriousness and demanding leadership. "It's over."

"Whatever you say Boss," the bloody boy replied far too evenly. Bellamy turned away from him, catching my arm as he passed. Whatever his intentions had been, they were ruined when that second of distraction allowed Nurohy to grab one of the log chunks and whack it over Bellamy's head, knocking him unconscious. Octavia ser off screeching but all Murphy did was turn to his boys. "Let's go in and get her." I held my ground as they approached, but one of the guys stepped forward, catching me off guard as they didn't go to grab a weapon but wrapped their fingers around my throat without hesitation, squeezing my air pipe until I was unable to call oxygen into my lungs. There was shuffling and screaming but all I could see were the dark eyes of my would be killer and hear the rushing of blood in my ears as my vision started to spot and my body began to seize up.

"I SAID LET HER GO!" Air suddenly flowed back into my body. "She was there, at the beginning. Don't kill her." I hit the ground hard, gasping desperately to get my body regulated again. A hand rested on my back. "You okay?" I looked up to see Murphy. My eyebrows knitted in confusion. "You have my back, I have yours. Even if you are a pain in the ass." Then he stood and was gone.

"You can't go with me." I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious, Y/n! I'll move faster alone and if I get in trouble I don't want to have to face down Murphy with you there- even if he does suddenly have some soft spot for you."

"She's my friend too!" I argued, my voice hoarse and cracking. The sound made him flinch.

He moved closer and I stepped away. Pain briefly showed on his face before he hid it. "Please stay here?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Get the rest of these guys into line. I need you to be their leader just for a second. You always know what to say, what to do. Do it. Help them. I'll be back with Charlotte and we can figure something out. Okay?" When I didn't say anything he sighed. "We can fugue EVERYTHING out later."

Everything. The way he said it and the look in his eyes when the word came from his mouth. I thought of the kids neither of us had talked about. All that time hating me and now he was just as mixedbuo and lost as I was. I'd been stupid to think things would just go back to how they were before just because I confessed to him. But now it wasn't just about the rift between us because he thought I turned his sister in. Now t was about him giving in to everyone and kicking that stool away, despite me and Clarke and the justice that was demanding be served. There was a whole world between us and ut was all a mess... the promise of a solution. Of returning back to what we once were, or even just defining what we could or had to be in the lives we lived here, as the people we are now.

I stepped back. "Fine."

I would never see Charlotte again.

"Y/n?" It was the sixth time my name had been called in the last two minutes. They'd been trying to get through me to me for about an hour. Octavia was taking care of Jasper and Clarke was with Bellamy, explaining the situation - which is what set me off and sent me into this mode in the first place- and then ran off with Finn to get updates with the communication bracelets. After everyone had parted ways, I'd found a small corner to hide. Bellamy had found me. He was having absolutely no luck getting through to me.

"So much..." I whispered. I wasn't totally sure I was speaking out loud but I didn't care. "Pain. I think I almost find the good in people. I almost fix it. Almost get there. Almost solve the puzzle. Almost calm down. Almost find my place. Almost find my place. And then soemthing happens. They die or almost die or kill someone." I scoffed. "Wells. Charlotte. I could have even seen Murphy, maybe. If he calmed down or I could get through to him. That would have been an interesting friendship if it worked out." I shook my head. "I need my own friends. I keep making the same friends as you and Clarke and Octavia and I just want my own friends that won't die. So that I don't feel like we HAVE to work out because then I'll lose them or have to see you with another girl because I'll have to be around you all the time. I- It's so much... I've been alone for a long time and si thoughts this place would be different. And- and it is. Different. It's so much worse."

Bellamy sighed after it got quiet, signaling that I was done. "Y/n..." He say next to me. "I've always believe that love and fear and such emotions that made you irrational or complacent were dangerous because they'd get you killed. But you... you wear your wildest, ugliest emotions on your sleeve. Even when you're stone cold you still radiate your emotions, like they're coming off of you in the air or something. You have a way of finding the hope in any situation. You're strong and you're... your place is here. Working, supporting. You don't fight for power- you're fine speaking up for the little guys and supporting the big guys- as long as you find it right for you. If you disagree, you have no problem fighting for what you believe in. I know we've been through a lot in the last few days but I just need you to be okay. I- I can't lose you too."

I looked at him. "You would have let him die."

His face exploded with guilt. "He wasn't a good guy."

"He trusted you. Supported you. Obeyed you. He's as much a dick as that kid who strung him up. As much of a bad person as those that beat him up and cheered as the air left his lungs. As twisted as the piece of shit who tried to kill ME. He's messed up Bellamy, just like all of us. What about you? What did you do to get on the dropship, hm?" He looked away. "That's what I thought. None of us are really good people. Clarke could be close but she's too reckless, forgetting that other people don't think as she does. Aren't as strong or as centered or as driven or as... anchored to life as she is. We're the best we can be and that's all we can really offer. So what made him different? He was a shitty boss? He acted out more than the rest of us? He wasn't afraid to do and say the things that everyone was thinking about? Hell if he's condememned for being a bad leader then you deserve to die too." He flinched. I looked away.

"Y/n...."

"Charlotte's dead too now." And she killed Wells because- like what the fuck is wrong with us? God..."

Bellamy slowly, softly guided me closer, pulling me to him without forcing me so that if I wanted to pull away, I could. But I didn't. And when the side of my head touched his chest, I lost it. He held me and I cried and tried to breathe and make sense of the chaos of my thoughts and emotions right now. But it didn't make sense. Not at all.

My wrist burned and I hissed, jerking away from Bellamy to look down. The bracelet on my wrist had opened, falling to the ground. My eyes widened. Bellamy and I looked at each other. What had just happened? I stood, ready to hunt down Monty or Clark and make sense of why my wristband had turned off. Bellamy caught my wrist. "Wait." It was the one the wristband had been on and to feel him touch the skin there was weird. It was tender and too soft and tingly. I paused, looking back at him. He had a sort of desperation on his face and my body relaxed a bit, melting under it. I could see the questions flashing through his mind but didn't know what they were, and he seemed too overwhelmed or clueless or confused or something because he wasn't vocalizing any of them.

"I know you've been sleeping around," I mumbled. His eyes widened even further. "I'm not mad." I scoffed. "It actually gave me a moment to show how great I am at comebacks. And we're not... together. So. It's whatever. Just thought you should know, I know."

He stood. His hands went to either side of my face and he pulled me to him, smashing our lips together. Tension snapped and emotions ran free and I clung to him, pulling him as absolutely close as I could. For the second time, we kissed.

He pushed me and I tripped over something. He was only nudging me really, trying to guide me, but I'd fallen anyway. Thankfully he'd been there to catch me. "My tent?" he whispered.

I rolled my eyes, mind racing with everything going on but my heart ramming against my ribs, overpowering it all as it was super charged from his touch. His kiss. "Really, Bell? Charlotte died today. You almost killed Murphy. My wristband came off and- what if everyone's did? Why now? Why so suddenly? There's a whole world flipping on its head- my world- and all you can think about is sex?"

"You know what I'm thinking about?" he demanded of me. I paused and then shook my head. "The girl I love used me for what the fuck ever and then sold my sister out for brownie points with the counsel. For a year and a half I wa sure you were garbage, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't REALLY believe it. I couldn't shake you. You would pop up in my head at the most random moments and my whole body would ache someone was digging invisible needles into my nerves at night and then leaving me with the pain in the morning. I couldn't shake memories of kissing you or holding you or hugging you. I couldn't forget your laugh or your smile or the way your hand felt in mind. And then, I find out that the world I've been dreaming about escaping to in order to get away from you is finally mine! But you're here to taint that too, and actually, it's a total shit hole where nothing is right and it all just completely sucks. And then... you suddenly AREN'T the scum of everywhere and I don't feel wrong for wanting you and I can have you, so please excuse me for wanting you after all that."

I smiled weakly. "I'm sorry Bell..."

His forehead touched mine. "I'll forgive you for that if you forgive me for Murphy."

Honestly that was fair. I nodded and he moved close again, our breath mixing in the air between us. "Let's take it slow though. It's overwhelming just to be close to you touch you? Kiss you? Dear god, have sex with you? I might lose it." He laughed. "I'm serious! After losing you... thinking I'd never see you or O again, ever. I shut off. Turned into a robot for a year and a half. And ever since I heard your voice again all those emotions have been back except this time I don't know how to deal with them and on top of that it's been one thing after another-"

"Slow," he mumbled. "We can take it slow." I smiled gratefully. "Sleep in my tent tonight? JUST sleep, I promise. I just don't want you out here, out of sight and unprotected, when I have spit on my bed."

My face split in a grin. "I would love that." That night I slept in Bellamy's tent, in his arms. His breath was cool and his body was warm and I have never slept that well in my life.

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